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You Can’t Spell Slaughter Without Laughter

Chapter 6

Disclaimer: The Natas sisters make no claims that we own the Gorillaz even though we'd gladly take them if anyone was giving them away. ^_^

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN A LEMON!!!!!

Druke flounced into the plush pile of pillows in the corner on her bed, buried into the soft fluffs, pulling an extra soft, furry pillow into her arms, squeezing it to her and burying her nose into the soft fabric sitting cross-legged on her bed to face her sister. “I need a drink. A huge, larger than ventee drink.” Druke ground out, the words slightly muffled by the pillow. Taking advantage of her sister’s averted eyes; Switch poured a white crystalline powder into the bottom of a glass, then filled the 16oz. glass with equal parts Scotch and Whiskey. Quickly stirring the contents to obscure the taste of the powder, she handed her sister the coppery liquid.

Once she accepted the glass, she drank the entire contents in one gulp, drinking faster than she ever had before. Then, she sat there, holding the glass at the top with just her finger tips, glaring at her sister, who giggled guiltily. “You freakin’ put sugar in this, didn’t you?” Druke growled, then launched herself across the room, grabbing Switch’s throat with as much poser as she could muster, what with the sugar, Scotch, and Whiskey mixing with her blood and causing her to turn into a slut-o-stripper. Trying to keep that from happening for as long as possible, her sister giggling slipped from her grasp just as Murdoc came storming in.

“I NEED TO TALK…to…you…” he yelled as he came in but, trailed off as he noticed Druke’s odd giggling and Switch’s inching toward the door. “You’re Welcome!” Switch sing songed then ran off down the hallway toward 2D’s room. Murdoc looked puzzledly after her. “For…what?” he called after, more confused than 2D on a bad trip. At that moment, Druke had completely succumbed to the concoction and pulled Murdoc into the room closing the door and producing a red button that looked oddly familiar to Murdoc. “Is that…that button from the AV room…?” he asked cautiously. “Yes! But I tweaked it a little…” She drawled, looping her arm with his, pushing the button’s flat surface.

The whooshing sound and the small stay in the blank plane were gone. Instead they merely arrived in a hotel room. The room consisted of a large feather bed and a large Jacuzzi tub through the door on their left. The bed was adorned in red sheets and a thick black comforter. The tub was lined with multiple bubble bath solutions.

Murdoc’s usual sly smile slipped into place and his long tongue slid over his teeth. This sight caused Dru’s arousal to rise as fantasies of what he could do with that tongue to her made a delicious smile spread over her won mouth and a yummy shiver danced sown her spine, coming to and end in between her legs. The combining factors led her to push him onto the large bed on his back. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap, and proceeded to grind against the bulge she could feel growing beneath his black jeans. He groaned at her movements, putting his hands on her thighs and drawing up her body, under her shirt to rest on her waist.

His touch brought her out of her revere and she smacked his hands down. “Remember: no touching the girls.” She tsked him. He smirked, but raised his hands in surrender, and instead bucked his hips into her, causing delicious friction from the denim-on-denim contact, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them. After his show of an attempt to dominate, Dru pulled him to the headboard and attached the silver handcuffs dangling from the posts to his left and right wrists and ankles at the other end. “Since you don’t want to follow directions nicely…” she whispered sexily, producing a pair of fabric shears from her cargo pants pocket. His expression was a mix of confusion and excitement and he tugged against the bindings, testing their strength.

“Oak headboard and metal handcuffs makes for a very captive bassist…” She smirked at him, cutting up the center of his black cotton tee, exposing his chest and abs. She placed the shears on the bed next to him and ran her hands over his chest and abs, teasingly, a hair’s breath away from his skin, causing his muscles to shudder under her touch. He pulled on the cuffs again, desperate to touch her, wanting to torture her the way she was doing him. She caught the angry glare he was sending her and decided to play with him a little more. Curving her fingers she allowed her nails to connect with skin, dragging then lightly over his nipples, causing to shudder, clinching his teeth and letting out a growl-moan. The sound caused her to shiver against him, the vibration of her body against his groin caused him to thrust his pelvis upward. Dru growled her disapproval down at the smiling bassist below her. Her expression change whipped the smirk from his face. She picked up the fabric shears and beginning at his ankles, cut up the outside seams of his pants, while he attempted to shrink away from the shears.

She put the shears down on the night table, reaching across him, flashing her cleavage at him on purpose, enticing him to touch, play, lavish attention on them. She noticed his attempts, his raised head to try to catch them between his teeth. She giggled at the attempt and pushed his head back to the pillow with her forefinger against his forehead. Tossing her long hair to her left shoulder, exposing the right side of her neck, her delectable ear, and bent her head down to his jaw, licking and nipping at his jaw line, toward his chin, working around his lips, but never touching them, never kissing them. When he brought up his head to cause the kiss, she moved her mouth to his eyes, .laying gentle kisses on the lids.

He stopped struggling and she made her way down his face…to his neck…down his chest and abs, leaving trail of soft kisses and nips, only pausing briefly at his nipples to tease them into peaks. Reaching the fly of his jeans she decided her best course of action would be to under the button and zipper with her teeth. Expertly maneuvering the button undone, she pulled the metal tub down, releasing the throbbing member she had felt causing the bulge in his pants. The bulge didn’t do it justice. Long and thick, she was glad she was drunk out of her mind, otherwise she would’ve thought about the physical impossibility. But her currently trashed state kept that problem form occurring.

When she looked up, she guessed her shock had show through because of his smug, cocky expression. Without giving him time to figure out her next action, she descended on him, swiveling her tongue around the head and shaft as she sucked. His uproarious moan made her smirk around him. Sliding her lips to the base, taking in his whole length, she began humming. She looked up as his eyes rolled up into his skull and shudders wracked his body and he attempted-AGAIN- to free himself from the handcuffs.

---Meanwhile back at Kong---

Switch wandered into the Kong Studios kitchen, looking for something to eat. She opened the cabinets that weren’t padlocked and began rifling through the contents. “Now…if I were Ramen…where would I be…?” She asked herself as she pulled boxes of what she could only describe as possibly edible particle board. “Tee-Hee! Who was the comedian who said that? Oh, right…I’m looking for food…And here I was told this was the kitchen. That’s the last time I trust a talking monkey.” Switch thought out loud.

“Grr! I’m going to McDonalds!...Now if I were a McDonalds…” She grabbed the phone on the wall next to the fridge and punched in the three numbers equivalent to 911 in the information world. At the sound of the automated voice she remembered that she was in England….no 411. ‘Damn different systems!’ She thought angrily as she clicked the phone off and back on again, punching zero.

“This better be the universal number for operator.” She grumbled as she pressed the phone to her ear. Her happy –if not still hungry- mood returned as a female voice answered. “Operator.” She said in a clipped British voice, but that didn’t dim Switch’s elated mood. “Oh! Good! Hi, I’m starving and trapped in a house with no decent food and I’m soooo glad this was the right number for operator…” she rambled, pausing for a moment for a breath as she remembered why she called. “Can I have the number for the nearest McDonalds…” she paused as she realized she couldn’t remember Kong Studios’ address. “…To Kong Studios…” She asked , shrinking away from the phone, expecting the woman’s voice to come back on the line and yell at her for not having the right address. “One moment please.” The operator said, and moments later the phone began ringing through to the McDonalds.

“Hello, thank you for calling McDonalds, how may I assist you?” a young male voice sounded on the other end. “Hi! I was wondering how late you were open and your address please!” Switch said, her voice cheery and excited at the prospect of junk-food-goodness coursing through her veins. A few minutes later Switch was heading to the car park, paper with the address and a printed copy of map quest directions to the McDonalds. And from the sink an aardvark whimpered, “I felleded in the sink.”

---Meanwhile back at the Hotel Room---

Murdoc lay there practically comatose on the rumpled bed, unshackled, undressed and under the comforter, snoozing like a kid, sprawled out in the vast bed, sprawled out in the vast bed. Druke stood in front of the full bathroom sink cleaning herself off. She paused briefly every now and then to gaze at the sleeping bassist. Every time she caught herself doing that she wanted to plant her fist squarely in the center of the mirror.

When she was finished cleaning herself off she went to what served as a kitchen and pulled out the cylindrical container, opened it, threw her head back and poured the white sugary powder in to her mouth, swallowing the sweet, sand-like contents as it filled her mouth. Once the drunken feeling flowed through her veins again she closed her eyes and shook her head, letting herself get taken over by her lusty side.

Looking at the bassist who was beginning to stir, she let a smirk play across her lips. She sauntered over to the bed, shedding her clothes along the way. Once she reached the bed, she climbed up the bed, straddling his knees. Pulling down the comforter, she exposed his member and gently began stroking it to erection, but careful not to wake him.

Once he was fully erect, she wet her mouth and took the head of his penis into her mouth, forming a slight suction around it, swirling her tongue slowly over the tip, the opening, and the slit on the head. Pulling back, she used her tongue to trace the large vein on the underside of the shaft Murdoc moaned and bucked his hips and arched his back in pleasure. Druke blew lightly on the moistened trail of skin, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the unconscious Satanist.

Druke smirked at how she could make this self-proclaimed bad boy purr like a kitten. When she re-licked the vein this time in an upward motion and flicking the underside of the tip with her tongue and blew on the moistened skin again, Murdoc groaned again, then opened his eyes, shocked to see Druke’s naked form straddling his knees, her mouth teasing his erect member.

Upon noticing he was awake, she brought her head up and pulled her hair into a ponytail, then descended on his penis, open-mouth kissing his base, and pulled up only to repeat the motion again. Satisfied he was near his climax, she pulled away and crawled up his naked body dragging her bare breasts against his chest. Once she reached his face, she moved as if she were going to kiss him, but changed direction at the last second and nipped his earlobe, softly trailing her along the outside of his ear. He growled at the almost kiss. It dawned on him his hands were free, so he rolled them so he was on top. His cockiness gave her the opportunity to roll them again, this time off the bed, landing them in their original position. Taking advantage of his surprise, she impaled herself on him, marveling at how he filled her, stretched her, made her feel…complete.

The shared a sigh at the extreme pleasure of it. But that contentment didn’t last long. Murdoc grabbed hold of her waist and held her steady and still. Kike he had in the Van. “Wait.” He ground out, cursing himself for his conscience. “What?” Druke asked, worried she had done something wrong. “You don’t want…?” she looked down at where their bodies were connected. “No! I Do! More than you know, but…” he said. “But what?” Druke asked slightly angry. “…We don’t have a condom…” he said, not looking at her and chasing instead, the wall. “You don’t have an STD, right?” Druke asked. “No. I’m clean.” He said, still looking away. “And I’m clean, so what’s the problem?” Druke said, smiling gently down at him and swiveling her hips around on his erection. “What about…?” Murdoc asked fumbling to try to make her understand. “Pregnancy?” she asked, and at his confirming nod, continued. “Don’t worry. Ever heard of birth control pills…” At that, they both smiled and he aided her movements as she slid up and down his member. On the upstroke, she would clench her inner muscles, holding him inside her as she drew herself upwards.

He couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt inside her. She was tight and so hot, but inviting and soothing at the same time. She smelled like jasmine and she felt and he refused to let her go. Ever.

She was close. This was the first time she had gotten so close so fast before. He was comfortable and exciting. His hands madder her tingle wherever they touched her. She couldn’t believe how well they fit together or how much she never wanted this night to end.

A few more pumps and they were both in heaven. They screamed out their climaxes together and she collapsed on top of him’ sweaty, sated, and panting. His arms wrapped around her shaking body as they rode out the tremors of their orgasms, on the floor, still intimately connected.

Moments later, Druke extracted herself from his arms and ducked into the bathroom to clean herself up. She returned moments later and climbed into bed next to Murdoc. Murdoc cuddled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slender form and the two slipped into unconsciousness together.
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