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The Way Things Are	By : Mekou Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 3663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Gorillaz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: The Way Things Are
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Noodle + 2D, Murdoc x 2D
Summary: Accepting the way things are is harder than it sounds.
Warnings: Coarse language, sex, angst…all the fun stuff. =D
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor am I making any form of profit from writing about them. Characters and anything that is obviously NOT mine is copyright to their respective owners. Thank you and have a nice day.

Note: This chapter contains sex…..yaaay! And the writing kinda sucks as it gets closer to the end, but I’d been writing for several hours at that point.

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Chapter 2: Alcohol

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Instead of sleeping like he was supposed to, 2D had spent the rest of the night drinking. He had just been about to enter his room in the basement when he had felt a presence behind him. Murdoc invited him in for a drink, and he accepted.

Memories from that time were cloudy and vague. 2D sort of remembered crawling onto Murdoc's lap and he sort of remembered telling the bassist that he fancied him. Everything other than that was a blur. He had woken up in his room and he didn't remember how he got there.

His head throbbed, and that was all he could think about at that time. He would worry about the events of the previous night later, when it didn't hurt to do so.

2D entered the kitchen and was quick to raid the refrigerator. His head hurt, but his stomach was still in need of food.

“For God’s sake, man, put some pants on!” He heard a low voice say. He looked down and realized that he was only clad in his briefs, which were nearly falling off anyway.

“Oh. Sorry Russel. I guess I forgot.” 2D admitted. 'Good job, Dullard' he said to himself using the name Murdoc most often used on him.

“How much did you drink last night, ‘D?” Russel said as she grabbed 2D by the shoulders and began walking him back to his room for some pants.

“I…don’t remember. How do you know I was drinking?” 2D was suddenly nervous. He prayed that Murdoc wasn’t going off and telling stories.

“Your memory only gets bad enough to forget clothing when you’ve had a shitload to drink. Also, I can smell it on you. Now go put on some clothes.” Russel shoved the singer into the room and closed the door.

2D rummaged around the floor for some clean pants. He finally found a pair and slipped them on.

Now that his head hurt slightly less, he was beginning to feel like a fool. He never was so careless when it came to drinking. Admittedly, he got drunk often but not stupidly drunk. Not like this, where he couldn’t remember what had happened. He was quite disgusted with himself.

For 2D, drinking was about finding a way to relax. He was always so high-strung, but when alcohol got into his system he was a little more relaxed; more open. And that had been the reason he accepted Murdoc’s offer in the first place. His plan was to drink enough for the nervousness to go away, and then he would confess to him his feelings. Sure, he had been dead tired, but it was the perfect opportunity. Oh, he confessed alright. But he couldn’t remember what he had said or what else he had done. He decided he needed to confront the bassist about this. Now.

“Hey, Russ?” He called, hoping that his friend was still there.

“Yeah?” Came the reply.

“Where’s Murdoc?” 2D was searching now for a clean shirt. Finding none, he decided going shitless today wasn’t a big deal. Not like had anywhere important to go to (In public, anyway.)

“He’s still in his Winnebago. Why?”

“It’s nothing; I’m just wondering is all…”

“Whatever. Look, I’m going to my room to relax. See ya around.” 2D listened to Russel leave.

2D gathered as much confidence as he could and slowly made his way to the door of the Winnebago. He gulped and took several deep breaths. His heart was pounding harder than his head now.

Knock.

There was no response.

Knock.

Finally, 2D heard some shuffling from behind the door and loud grumbles. Murdoc must have been sleeping.

The door opened.

“What do you want, dullard?” Murdoc frowned at him. His hair was still a mess (Contrary to popular belief, he did brush it every day.) and his eyes were still heavy from sleep. His voice was also a bit more raspy than usual.

“Murdoc, um…” 2D tried to think of the words he wanted to say, but his hangover and nervousness was making the task rather difficult. “I need to…talk to you about…uh…last night.”

Murdoc said nothing but raised an eyebrow at him. 2D’s stomach churned.

“Well?” The bassist said impatiently. 2D really didn’t want to have this conversation out in the car park, but it looked like he had no choice.

“Look. Uh…I don’t remember all of what happened last night but uh…” 2D’s mouth was getting dry and he was fidgeting quite obviously.

“So you wanna know what happened last night, eh?” Murdoc interrupted. 2D just nodded then shivered when his band made gave him a wicked grin. He opened the door wider for him, and the singer stepped in. 2D couldn't help but feel as though fate had take a drastic turn.

In certain societies, the only way to get people to tell you the truth is to get them drunk. Noodle had once explained to 2D that people in Japan are like that. They never tell you what they really mean unless you’ve given them plenty of alcohol. And 2D wondered…Could he really do this when he was sober?

They sat down in the same place that they had the night before. Memories were slowly starting to come back to 2D. Murdoc had been giving him those looks again. So 2D, in a drunken stupor, had started giving his band-mate the same looks.

“I’m sorry, Murdoc, If I did anything that offended you.” 2D choked out. Murdoc just grinned.

“If you’d done anything that offended me, brain ache, you’d be in a lot more pain than just your hangover.”

He had a point. 2D felt himself relax a little more. He tried to speak again.

“But still I…”

2D was never able to finish. His band-mate had lunged forward and pressed his lips to the singer’s in a bruising kiss. All of 2D’s questions were answered in that moment. At least, he assumed they were.

He could still taste the alcohol on the bassist’s tongue and for a moment he wondered about the level of sobriety Murdoc had. 2D’s thoughts, however, were once again caught short when he was roughly pulled to the floor.

“M-Murdoc, what are you d-doing?” The singer panted, his face flushed. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine this happening and yet, it was…and he didn’t know exactly how he felt about it.

“Just shut up and enjoy it, dullard” Came the response. Murdoc had 2D pinned to the floor beneath him and was straddling the thin boy’s hips, grinding slowly to make both of them more aroused.

2D couldn’t help but wonder a moment. This all seemed so out of character for Murdoc, who was usually so rough. Why was he being so gentle?

Suddenly a moan escaped from 2D’s lips as he felt Murdoc’s strong hand grab him roughly through his jeans, kneading his awakening arousal.

He began biting his lip. The war between his body and his brain had begun. Memories of that terrible childhood experience came flooding back into his mind. Memories of the pain of struggling, of how much he screamed in fear and the moans of the boy above him invaded his vision. 2D gave a scared yelp and harshly pushed Murdoc off of him. Both boys were stunned at the move.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Murdoc spat angrily. It was just starting to get good too.

“I don’t know” 2D said softly, He had backed up against the nearest object, a chair, and had practically curled into himself. It was half truth and half a lie. In many ways he knew exactly what was wrong, but at the same time he didn’t. He liked Murdoc a lot, and this had been the subject of several fantasies. But he was still terribly frightened at the thought of actually doing anything with a man in reality…

Murdoc was also biting his lip, but it was in an effort to try and keep his rage in check. He remembered the previous night clearly. He had invited his dim-witted band-mate in for a few drinks, because getting drunk was no fun alone. Soon Murdoc realized he liked seeing 2D drunk, so he kept a close watch on how many drinks he was having himself and continued giving more and more to 2D. After a couple hours of drinking and just having fun, suddenly 2D had crawled on top of Murdoc and began smothering him with drunken kisses. The singer began telling the bassist how much he thought about having Murdoc’s cock shoved deep up his ass and other such explicit fantasies.

Murdoc had to admit, it had made him really hot. It was then that he decided that he would woo the singer to be a fuck slave, someone who would give into all of his desires at will. He didn’t consider himself be bisexual, even though he had slept with a handful of men in his life. Those encounters had been a thing of dominance or drunkenness. He didn’t find men attractive at all in a sexual sense. Well, except for one. The cowering dimwit in front of him.

He couldn’t explain why, but he had always felt a small bit of desire toward 2D. However, just like 2D, these feelings had only surfaced recently, for reasons not even Satan or God would know. But Murdoc was still determined to make the younger boy his. He wanted to own every part of that pale, bruised body.

2D was shaking nervously now. He was torn between staying and running off. It didn’t help that Murdoc looked very angry.

“It’s about that idiot who raped you, isn’t it?” Murdoc finally said. 2D had told him about the experience, while he was throwing up in the toilet and before he had passed out on the floor.

“I guess I must have told you about that, then…” 2D wiped a few tears that were beginning to form and cursed to himself quietly for being acting like a baby.

“Aye. You told me a lot of things last night.” Murdoc’s angry scowl turned into a vicious grin.

2D had a mixed feeling of fear and further arousal upon glancing at his bad mate’s face. What was he up to now?

Slowly, Murdoc crawled towards 2D, once again pinning him. He leaned in and nipped a pale ear.

“You have 30 seconds to get up and leave…” Murdoc whispered. “Otherwise I won’t stop, no matter how much you whine and bitch. Even if it means breaking your soul into pieces.”

2D thought very hard. But then, he decided he couldn’t give up this chance. Or maybe he was just way too horny. He wasn't entirely sure. In that moment, he wanted Murdoc so badly he was willing to give his soul to the devil if he had to.

2D’s reply was a deep and hard kiss with arms wrapped around the other’s body. Murdoc was happy, and now the fun stuff could begin.

Almost in a flash, Murdoc had scooped up the thin boy and carried him hurriedly to his bed. 2D was practically thrown onto it and blinked as the older man took off his own shirt and tossed it careless to the floor.

Their lips met again, still hungry for more and more. Murdoc was desperate and was wasting no further time divesting both of them of their clothing. 2D was still shaking from nervousness, but his mind was now focusing on making Murdoc happy.

They were both naked now and both flushed from arousal. They had seen each other naked many times, but this time felt very different. Both of their cocks were rock hard and screaming for attention. With great hesitance, 2D was the one who made the first move. The younger boy wrapped his thing fingers around the pulsing organ of the older man. He began stroking, gently at first then gradually squeezing harder and firmer.

“That’s it, squeeze it hard. Mmm…yeah.” Murdoc moaned in encouragement. 2D further surprised both of them by leaning down and flicking his tongue over the engorged tip, oozing pre-cum. Murdoc groaned loudly in approval.

2D, now gaining confidence, took the entire length in his mouth and sucked hard. Murdoc was roaring now in pleasure. He tried placing his hand on the back of the singer’s head, but then the young man whimpered he quickly removed it. Better to let the boy go at his own pace, Murdoc concluded.

Suddenly Murdoc, reluctantly since he was about to cum, pushed his band-mate off his cock. The other boy wiped his mouth and looked up at him, confused.

“Your turn.” Murdoc said. Had it been any normal circumstance, he would continue on with his own pleasure and after he reached his peak he would leave his ‘lover’ to fend for him/herself as he went off and drank or smoked. However, if his plan for a free fuck buddy was to succeed, he needed to win 2D over. He needed to show him that if he behaved, then perhaps Murdoc would feel a little generous.

The bassist pushed 2D flat on his back and forcefully spread his legs nice and wide. The pale young man tried to bring them together gain, as if nerves and memories were flashing back, but the older man remained firm. 2D had his chance to get away and it was long gone.

It was now Murdoc’s turn to lean in and begin sucking the rock hard member of his ‘lover’. 2D squirmed, but he was feeling extraordinary pleasure. It was much more intense than masturbation.

Murdoc continued his ministrations for several minutes then, without warning, pressed a saliva-slicked finger against 2D’s tiny puckering entrance.

A cry of fear.

“Don’t worry, brain ache. Just relax or it’ll hurt more.” Murdoc hissed. 2D still whimpered.

Murdoc’s mouth resumed its earlier ministrations while his finger probed deeper and deeper. 2D was sobbing now. The finger in this hole didn’t hurt, his memories did. But then, the bassist hit something in the singer that sent a wave of pleasure up his spine, and he moaned.

“Found it.” Murdoc mused aloud with a grin. He kept pressing that spot firmly, sending waves of pleasure to the younger boy. 2D couldn’t stop squirming now and all thoughts came down to the feeling between his legs and how he wanted…

“More…” He finally panted out. The older man was surprised, but he gladly gave in to the other’s demands. He pushed a second finger in.

“Ah…yes…” 2D moaned. It started to hurt a little more now, but it felt a lot better than what he remembered. Gradually he began rocking against the fingers inside him and moaning louder and louder. It felt so good.

“Do you like this?” Murdoc asked, slowly bringing his fingers out and kissing 2D’s thighs.

“Uh…yes…but why’d you stop?” 2D responded. Murdoc have another wicked grin.

The bassist got up and rummaged around the area and exclaimed an “Aha!” before returning to the bed. He tossed a box of condoms and a bottle of lubrication fluid onto the bed. 2D sat up and looked down at the contents. He immediately knew Murdoc’s intentions.

“Please…be gentle.” 2D squeaked out. Murdoc just laughed.

“You’ve had enough of the gentle crap already. It’s time you had a good rough fuck.”

While Murdoc busied his self with preparations, 2D just lay there quietly and was doing his own preparations. Mentally.

Murdoc flipped the singer over on his hands and knees, with his ass raised high into the air. He preferred this position because it made him feel dominant over his partner. He loved his dominance. 2D wasn’t particularly fond of this position though.

“I was hoping to face you…”

“Yeah? …Well too bad!”

And with that, Murdoc roughly shoved his condom-covered erection into 2D’s quivering ass. The younger boy let out a scream of pain. Murdoc was so very thick.

The older man wasted no time and began rocking in and out, setting a hard and fast-paced rhythm. He was groaning loudly. It had been too long since he fucked something as tight as this. He started going faster. The pain had faded away, and once again 2D was moaning loudly and pushing back to meet the other man’s thrusts. He gripped onto the mattress below him to make that task easier.

Murdoc could now feel his orgasm approaching. He decided to do one last thing for 2D, and he reached under and started stroking 2D’s cock in time with his thrusts. 2D couldn’t last any longer. He came almost instantly from the dual pleasure and squirted onto the sheets below him. Murdoc came soon after, already so close to begin with, and he grabbed 2D’s hips in a bruising grip as he rode out the last of his orgasmic twitches.

They both remained in the same position for several minutes before finally collapsing. Murdoc removed himself from 2D and tossed the soiled condom into the garbage bin (aka the floor. He would clean up later...). 2D curled up onto his side and just closed his eyes. Not trying to sleep, but just trying to remain in the happy bliss he was currently in.

Murdoc left for several minutes as he went to the bathroom washed the sweat off his face. He came back to find 2D gathering up his clothes. Murdoc raised an eyebrow.

“I…uh…I still have things I need to do this evening.” 2D said quietly. In truth, after the bliss subsided he realized his headache still remained and he needed time alone to gather his thoughts of what just occurred.

“Whatever.” Came the emotionless reply. Murdoc was back to his usual self now.

Noodle waited patiently on the rooftop that night, the same as she always did. 2D was a little late, but he eventually joined her. She noticed that he hadn’t brought his cigarettes with him.

Instead, he brought his alcohol.

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