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Murdoc's Victory	By : HellsFunnyHome Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Damien Albarn and Jamie Hewlett are the rightful owners of the Gorillaz. I don't know them, own them, or make any money from them. I also do not know any characters from the band Gorillaz. This is a creation of pure fiction, made up from

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Murdoc glanced over at the approaching footsteps, here came Vicky with a disturbingly familiar grin. 'Too much time with the dullard, obviously.' He took what was now his 3rd shot of whiskey straight from his flask and threw it into the back seat. "Well, hello there mistress," he smirked.
Vicky's smile seamed to expand twice as much as before and she quickly hopped into the vehicle, wasting no time in stealing a cigarette from Murdoc's pocket. "Oh my god, I seriously think I'm gonna get it!" She squealed in excitement, doing a little jig in the seat. "The headmaster was so cool and just when I thought I was making a complete fool of myself he, like, made it so much easier for me and I dunno… I have such a good feeling about this." She leaned back into the seat, taking in the air that was flying past them.
"Well then sounds like a caauuusse for celebration! Let's hit the town, bugger old people, save a few kitties, get absolutely hammered!" He sped up the car as Vicky scoffed.
"Yeah, sure, sounds like loads of fun." She smiled. "Actually, I'm kinda hungry."
"Alright, where to mademoiselle? Yah lead the way, I'll steal the carriage!"
"You mean steer."
"I said what I meant and I meant what I said."
"Who are you, Dr. Seuss?" Vicky laughed. "Just drive to Kong."
"HQ? For what, there's nothin' there but crap."
"We're getting D and then we'll go to my place and I'll see what I cook up." She leaned forward again, flicking her cigarette out onto the passing street. Murdoc groaned. "What?"
"Do we really have to waste away our hours with the dullard?"
"Quick answer, yes."
"Oh, poo. Fine…but I better get somethin' good outta this." He grumbled.
"You're eating my home cooking."
Murdoc looked over at her and smirked, his mouth open wide so his teeth were showing and his tongue was hanging. "Oh I'll be eatin' alright, uhuhuhuh."
"Gah, you're such a pig." Vicky said, stealing his whiskey flask and trying to hide her grin.

The duo-turned-trio was soon making their way up the stairs to Vicky's flat. Murdoc walked closely behind the young couple, disgusted at their constant flirting and how much more comfortable they seemed to be with each other. This morning gave him a vague memory of why he'd tried to drown himself in rum last night but it soon cleared once he saw the revolting way they kissed. As if he wasn't even there! Come on! How in Satan's name was Murdoc supposed to snare the chickadee from 2D when they couldn't see each other without tongue swapping. Murdoc growled.
"Relax, I cook fast." Vicky laughed, making Murdoc even more annoyed.
She apparently kept talking to 2D but all Murdoc could do was glare at the blue-haired singer sitting near him. 2D gave a nervous laugh.
"Shut up!" Murdoc threw a pen, hitting 2D in the head.
"Ow! Wha' ah do?"
"I'm just sick of yehr soddin' face, it's makin' me nauseous."
2D didn't reply, knowing that if he did it'd provoke Murdoc's unpredictable mood. They sat in silence; Murdoc continuing to glare and 2D trying very hard not to look at him. This was getting ridiculous, 2D always had to walk on eggshells around Murdoc or else he'd get injured some way or another. It really wasn't fair, even if Murdoc did save his life. 2D just wanted to be able to relax for one day–read a book, meditate, fiddle around with his melodica–without having to worry about upsetting Murdoc. It didn't look well with Vicky either.
2D looked up to the kitchenette where Vicky was scrambling around with a couple of pots and pans. 'There's much better 'n here,' and so he got up, feeling the old man scowling at his back.
"What'ya makin' luv?" 2D curiously peeked around Vicky's neck, placing a soft kiss for good measure.
"Garlic bread for the pasta. Nothin' fancy… ah, D!" Vicky laughed, when she felt 2D wrap his arm around her, his hair tickling her neck. He watched her mix the chopped garlic into a small plate with butter. "You're gonna have to let go of me if you want to eat, y'know."
"Oh, sorry, VV." 2D sat at the table, glancing to Murdoc who was flipping through the pages of a magazine, a cigarette in his hand and a confused expression on his face.
"Oi, Queenie! I'm hungry!"
"Hold your horses, the breads almost done." Vicky rolled her eyes and turned to 2D. "I was wondering, since you know the area, I'm gonna need a car now that I'm starting to get settled in and all. Would you want to come?"
"Yeh, sure. It'd be nice ta get outta Kong for a bit."
"Yer really gonna rely on his taste?" Murdoc interrupted as he sat at the dining table. "Faceache dun't know two things about cars!"
"I don't need a mechanic, I have my whole family for that." Vicky said as she took out the bread from the oven. "Ready to eat?" She smiled.

After a satisfying meal, Murdoc left; something about a party to go to or something. Whatever the case, this meant 2D and Vicky had some free time without the grumpy old man, which they gladly took advantage off. Vicky was currently being pushed into her couch as 2D lay on top of her. Vicky groaned as 2D's large hand found its way from her side to her breast and he nipped at the area behind her ear. She had just leaned one leg as far to the side as it would go to give him a closer proximity to her jean-clad core.
"D?" She moaned, trying to ignore the sensations running through her body as 2D caressed her.
"Wha'?" He mumbled, mouth covered with skin.
"D." She pushed him off slightly.
"Wha'? Wha's wrong?" 2D looked at her with concern. "Yew awright?"
"Yeah, it's just," she blushed. "I'm still a little sore…"
"Huh? Sore?" 2D looked confused so Vicky decided to help him.
"Down there?" She motioned towards her privates. "From last night."
"Oh! Yeh, ah'm sorry."
"It's fine," she kissed him tenderly, "let's just cool it down a little until I feel a little better, yeah?"
"Course… so, uh…" 2D said, sitting up awkwardly.
"Don't be such a baby," Vicky teased.
"Ah'm not bein' a baby." 2D pouted.
"Pish posh!" She leaned over so she was lying on his lap, facing up towards him. "Y'know, I'm glad I got to spend your birthday with you," Vicky let her hair down.
"Yeh, me too." He dove his hand into her large mass of black and purple waves. As his fingers massaged her scalp, Vicky moaned, causing 2D chuckle and stop his caresses.
"Aww, why'd you stop?" Vicky looked at his dark empty eyes. "You're really good."
"VV, ah fink ah might've jus' found yew'r weak spot."
"And I don't deny it, as long as you promise not to tell anyone. If you do, I might just have to kill you!" She laughed maniacally for good measure.
"Ah swear! Ah swear! Ah won't tell no one! Jus' don' hurt me! Gahh!" 2D laughed, kissing her to bring down the mood.
"Seriously though, keep playing with my hair. Lo adoro!" She said.
"'Oro', isn't that, like, gold or sumfink?"
"Yyyyeeessss, but I said, 'adoro,' means, 'love it.' So basically I said, I love it."
"Close 'nuff." He bent over to kiss her again, causing Vicky to move up so she was now sitting on his lap with her legs on one side of him. He held her neck to control her head but remembering what she said he finished with a final tongue kiss.
Vicky smiled, not looking at 2D, and leaned into his embrace. "Sing me a song?"
"Sing?"
"Yeah, you're a singer–A famous one at that–yet I never really heard you sing."
"Wha' bout the tracks?"
"I've heard 'em, they're good. But I just want you to sing, please?"
"Sure," 2D cleared his throat. "Let me fink…" He began humming a tune– the intro. "We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when. Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend, which came as some surprise. I spoke into his eyes. I thought you died alone, a long long time ago."
"David Bowie?" Vicky looked up at 2D, who grinned and kept singing.
"Oh no, not me. I never lost control. You're face to face, with the man who sold the world." He pursed his lip trying to think of the next lyrics. "I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home. I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here. We must have died alone, a long long time ago. Who knows? Not me. We never lost control. You're face to face, With the man who sold the world." 2D continued to hum the rest of the song.
"Hey," Vicky caught 2D's attention. "Wanna sleep over? It's kinda late and tomorrow we can go car searching or whatever." She shrugged.
"Ah'd really like tha'."
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