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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 is a cruel person who only cares about himself–what benefits him type–not boyfriend material at all."
"So what, if he happened to change tomorrow you'd drop 2D's ass right then and there?"
"No! You don't get it, I care about 2D, he's been so kind to me. An amazing friend, he's tried so hard to make me feel at home here and, guess what? I do. He's funny, charming, and has really shown me a lot about, y'know, sex… But what I'm saying is that despite the fact that I am attracted to 2D, Murdoc still gives me shivers down my spine and it peeks my curiosity. He can be sweet, to some degree, and that confuses me more!"
"So what is he? Cruel or sweet?"
"He's both! But I know he's a womanizer, it's his forte. I'm not surprised I'm getting worked up about this, I just wish I could erase my attraction before I do something stupid and hurt 2D."
"So what about if you broke it off with 2D. He doesn't get cheated on, you fuck Murdoc, it's over. You guys move on with your lives."
"That's so coldhearted Lizzy and it would still end up hurting D… And call me naïve but I refuse to have my first romantic encounter be followed by a series of sex-sessions that mean nothing."
"Then I dunno what to tell ya hun… Whatever's gonna be, that's up to you."
Vicky stared at the screen, unsure of what was to come next. The conversation no longer surprised her, as it did yesterday when it was fresh, and for once she wished for that to be the only thing that was wrong.
A sigh and a brush of her hair later, Vicky got up and tiptoed back to 2D's room. Of course they did. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at 2D and she strained her faced at the sight that would've made her laugh any other time. The way in which he was sleeping was comical at best– his arm and leg were hanging off the bed, the other was knee up in the air and his arm was plastered over his eyes above his drooling mouth. The sight did nothing to ease her frustration and instead made her angry; angry at him for being so care-free, angry at herself for allowing this situation, angry at her family for not stopping her, and most of all angry at Murdoc for keeping her here when her family needed her the most.

"Vicky…Vicky…" The soft humming voice surprised Vicky, especially because it came from 2D's old computer; the one that wasn't supposed to be working. She quickly glanced at 2D's sleeping face and, judging it was safe, tiptoed out of the room and into the bunkend where Mel was glowing dimly, the message screen already on.
"Mel?"
"Emergency mes-ssage from your contaaaaaaact."
Vicky glanced back, her mind barely out of the dream-fog, before asking Mel to transfer the message; definitely not something she wanted to wake up to.
"Bad news hun. Tio Pablo was in a bad car accident. I'm in the hospital now. He won't stop bleeding, and they can't find the tear. It doesn't look good. Doctors say's he's living minute-to-minute. Thought you should know, in case it got worse later. Love ya, stay strong."
A whimper emerged from the breath Vicky slowly let out. Her older brother had been in an accident at least 8 hours ago and she had no way of knowing what was to come next. Was he alright? Did they find the tear? She had sent many messages to Lizzy, not caring if anyone saw her anymore, but with no reply.
Vicky and Pablo weren't the closest siblings, but their relationship was special to her since Pablo somehow took the role of father to help their single-mother. He was the one that bought her school supplies, the one that pushed her to practice viola 2-3 hours a day despite his personal lack of interests in the academic field. He was going to be a father very soon, and now he's going to die?
Her mouth felt suddenly dry at the thought of her niece or nephew never getting the chance to meet her brother. And here she was so far away, not even able to see him herself. She closed her eyes, opening them when she heard the bell of the lift, not even realizing she had gotten on it and was already on the ground floor.
Her feet scurried across the demolished hall and into the kitchen where she made quick to grab a glass of water. It wasn't enough, she needed something much stronger so she grabbed an open beer bottle from the fridge and downed it quickly. She threw the bottle on the counter where it clunked away from her, the taste making her gag. She whimpered for the second time, except she couldn't tell if it was from the sorrow of having her brother so close to death or from the stale beer.
Another… she wanted another but when Vicky opened the fridge and did not find one she did the only thing she could think of and quickly strutted over to the Winnie. She knocked, suddenly feeling small and insecure. What was she doing? Drinking her sorrow away? That wasn't her at all. Hell, she hardly drank in the first place! But her hand moved on it own, hitting the door much louder and after receiving no answer, she pulled open the latch and walked in.

"It's rude to steal." Murdoc blurted out after finding her sitting on his table, her eyes glossy and red, with his whiskey bottle in her hand. He grimaced; that's his whiskey, and why is she in there in the first place?
"I can take whatever the fuck I want. You owe me."
"I owe yah? How so?" He snatched the bottle from her, swirling it before taking a drink.
"Everything's your fault!" She pointed accusingly at him.
"So you've said."
"I would've never walked back with you from the train station if I knew it you was gonna screw me over this badly."
"Uhhh, I hate to break it t'yah, Queenie, but yah came after me. If yeh'r gonna argue that affair, argue it right." He frowned.
"I was curious about you yes, but excuse me for looking for the only person I knew after leaving my home and my family behind! I didn't think it would come to this."
"Not my problem, Queenie." Murdoc retorted, lighting up a cigarette. He had no patience for her boozy attitude.
"'Not your problem'? Is that all you have to say?"
They argue over who went after who, the situation at hand, who started it and in the end all Murdoc could see was her red panting face. He blamed it on his solitude, but he couldn't help but find her anger so titillating; her demeanor could have been mistaken for the face of arousal. And so Murdoc kissed her. However, he was more than prepared to give her the boot when she pushed him away angrily. 'Again with her games!'
"That's all it's been right? You just want to fuck me and dismiss me like one of your whores right?" She spat, surprising Murdoc when she cut him off and kissed him instead. "Well fine! It's your fault I'm here so do it!" She said, removing her shirt and bra while doing so.
Murdoc was speechless and even when he did try to speak she would shut him up with either another kiss or a hand over his mouth. Don't take it the wrong way, her aggressive behavior was such a turn on for him but he wasn't one to be kept silent.
"Shut up!" She hissed, sitting on the table and pulling him closer to her with her legs around his waist. "Just fuck me already! Get it over with so I can get on with my life normally."
That was the last straw for Murdoc, and he growled angrily at how lewd she was being. Did she really think thateverything, even keeping her here with the pirates in tow, was just to fuck her? Was that her assumption? He grabbed a fistful of her hair, stopping her as she sloppily kissed his exposed chest. "You're not that special." He snapped before diving in for another fiery kiss.
Pulling her hips closer to his, Murdoc ground hard against her covered core her loud moans egging him on along with her constant cursing, "fuck you Murdoc… Fuck you fucking me…" in variation.
He felt her hands lower his jeans as well as her shorts, 'no wait,' those were boxers. He snarled as only Murdoc could, there was only one person who would own a pair of stupid green boxers with cartoon zombies. Quickly pushing them away from her thick chestnut colored legs, he threw all caution in the wind, not that there was much to begin with, and slammed into her without any proper stimulation.
Vicky moaned loudly, gripping onto Murdoc's back, no longer thinking just feeling. If she thought at all, images of her possibly dead brother would come to mind. Her uselessness in Kong studios, everything would stop her from crying out in hopes of… There was no hope. And that's she needed to just feel, and right now it felt so good to have someone gripping her so close, needing her to function as a normal person should. She didn't think as Murdoc passionately thrusted in and out of her on his table, on his sink, his closet wall, slowly delivering her to humanity. This was real life, sensations pressured into her skin so roughly it was like she was living again.
Murdoc finally threw her onto his bed, his ultimate destination, his orgasm close and leading him to a surprising clarity he hadn't had in weeks. This was amazing! Her clitoris red and throbbing against his pelvis, her mouth agape in pleasure, her cunt wrapped tightly around his prick. He finally got her, he's definitely not drunk this time, and he finally won one over on 2D! He grunted in pleasure, looking down at the dirty face Vicky was making.
Grabbing her breast and thumbing her nippled, he was excited when she parted her lips for another deep groan and looked at him, reaching up to cover his hand with her own; she was as much part of this as he was. That thought, along with her ardent and impassioned orgasm, brought him to the pinnacle of his pleasure. With a deep groan, he released his hot cum inside of Vicky, her legs wrapping tightly around him at her climax and she dug her nails down his back once again.
He slumped onto her heaving body, his head nuzzling against her breast as he felt her heaving and her heart pounding. With a deep whine, he pulled out of her warm pussy, looking up to see she had already nodded off. He wiped his sweaty face with an equally clammy palm, pulling her against him as he smirked and fell victim to the sandman.
Murdoc's lone cigarette had long since burned away.
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