#all i wanna do is talk about 2d cock!!!

[seraphdreams]

How are you today pookie? Noticed you have been m.i.a lately. Hope you're doing ok.

i am doing fine for the most part! idk my brain is being icky right now and not letting me enjoy things so i’m feeling a little unmotivated and kinda overwhelmed :((( but i’ll be better soon ! i know it!

[noritoshiikamo]

Hey all we’ve been talking about are our fantasies I wanna know about yours too!

Can you please tell us?🥺

aha you guys cant uno reverse card me kjefkjrb its my event for yall not me but okay

i would like to be in a poly relationship with sukuna and noritoshi. two different spectrum of men but i just want to be in between of them desperately wanting to be the best man of all. even better if nori is sukuna's vessel im drooling already bcs nori would be calculative and patience with his move while sukuna just thinks with his cock

[3k mini event] this is an open invitation to send me NSFW anon confessions about what you wish you could do with your 2D favs because I’m horny

[our-smooty]

Making Showers Fun

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: AceDoc

Tags: shower sex, referenced abuse/homelessness, stinky bois being in love

Summary: It was no secret that both Murdoc and Ace hated bathing. It first it was a bit of a game between them, how long they could actually go without a shower, at least until the rest of the band started commenting. Russel was first to say something, wrinkling his noise one morning as they wandered into the kitchen and telling them plainly that they were getting a little pungent. Next came Noodle, who refused to pose for a selfie with the two bassist’s citing her bromidrophobia, though she mostly just thought they were nasty. Even 2D eventually spoke up, though it took him much, much, longer than any normal person.

It was no secret that both Murdoc and Ace hated bathing. It first it was a bit of a game between them, how long they could actually go without a shower, at least until the rest of the band started commenting. Russel was first to say something, wrinkling his noise one morning as they wandered into the kitchen and telling them plainly that they were getting a little pungent. Next came Noodle, who refused to pose for a selfie with the two bassist’s citing her bromidrophobia, though she mostly just thought they were nasty. Even 2D eventually spoke up, though it took him much, much, longer than any normal person.

So they had to figure something out. Murdoc had always avoided showers, a habit from growing up in a household where warm water was a distant luxury, and parental oversight nonexistent. For Ace it was a little less clear. He had distant memories of cold, rainy nights spent on the streets that slowly piled up into a hatred of anything wet. Even though he’d been off the streets for a while now, the idea of purposefully getting damp and cold turned his stomach. But the situation was getting pretty dire, even by their standards, so they decided to try something new this time.

“Shit…” The water was warm and the bathroom was cloudy with steam. They’d let the water run until it was good and hot to avoid any unpleasantness, and now both bassists were under the stream. Ace was directly under the spray with Murdoc behind him leaving hickies over any inch of skin he could reach. It was a good distraction from the creeping uneasiness he felt over even being in the shower. “Murdoc…”

“Yes?�� the Satanist drawled, stepping closer to grind against Ace’s ass. “D’you need something?” Murdoc’s voice was a little more subdued than his normal lecherous tone, but Ace understood. He leaned back into the other and out of the spray for a moment to feel more skin on skin.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” Ace answered, turning around to pull Murdoc under the water. The older bassist squawked as his fringe got wet and fell over his eyes. Ace thought it was kind of cute, but rather than say anything he grabbed the 2-in-1 from the bathtub edge. “Lean your head back.”

Murdoc glared at him but listened, letting Ace squirt the soap onto his hair and begin to lather it in. It felt good, really good, and Murdoc let out a soft sigh at the way Ace’s long, nimble fingers made quick work of all his knots and snags.

“You’re good at this,” Murdoc hummed, placing his hands around Ace’s waist. “Had some practice, have we?”

Ace rolled his eyes. “Washing my own hair, maybe.”

“Not like you do that often though,” Murdoc pointed out with a smirk. Ace yanked slightly on the other’s hair, causing Murdoc to stumble forward into him.

“Like you can talk, you’re way more nasty than I am.” Murdoc just moaned and tilted his head, connecting their lips. It was warm and slippery from the water, but still just as satisfying as usual. Kissing Murdoc was an experience, something completely different every time. Ace loved it. The younger bassist felt himself melting into Murdoc’s embrace, relaxing despite the constant unease he felt over their watery location.

“Your turn,” Murdoc hummed, shuffling back to pull Ace more fully under the showerhead. He tried not to flinch as the water ran down his back. Instead, he focused on the fantastic view of Murdoc’s ass as he turned around to get Ace’s specialty shampoo and conditioner, squeezing out a dollop of each and mixing them together.

“That’s not how you’re supposed to do it, Doc,” he laughed, leaning down so Murdoc didn’t have to stretch up to reach his head. The older bassist was a little bit rough and a little bit hasty, but Ace didn’t mind too much. Especially when Murdoc leaned in and began kissing Ace’s collarbone as he rinsed out the suds.

“You still wanna…” Murdoc rudely gestured to their cocks, just beginning to get hard. That’d been the deal, hadn’t it? Take the shower together, get a little frisky. Ace watched as Murdoc trailed his hand down, gently taking Ace’s member in his hand. “Your finger’s in my hair… fuck.”

Ace slipped closer, leaning his head on Murdoc’s shoulder. “Mmm, you seem to want to.” He rocked his hips forward into Murdoc’s hand, staring down between them. Murdoch breath hitched on a growl at the friction, and he walked Ace backward, pressing him into the cold tile.

“I always want to fuck you, to be touching you,” Murdoc hissed into Ace’s ear, his free hand wandering to grab at the younger’s ass. “You know I’m crazy about you.”

Ace laughed lightly, hitching a leg around the other’s hips. “Not as c-crazy as I am about y-you.” Smooth. Murdoc seemed to think so because his hand sped up, jerking them both off at a firm pace. Their lips met again, their teeth clicked. The sounds of the shower drowned out their moans and gasps.

“I’m c-close,” Ace breathed, turning his head away from Murdoc to catch his breath. The Satanist immediately began nibbling along Ace’s jaw, all the way up to his ear and back. The steam was making it too hot to think, and his head was foggy with lust. Muscles tense, Ace’s legs began to shake as he neared his peak, feeling sparks of pleasure ignite in his core.

“You’re so easy to rile up,” Murdoc chastised, slowing his hand’s movements. Ace groaned and bucked his hips, trying to get Murdoc to keep going. He opened his eyes to see why Murdoc stopped and was met with the bassist’s trademark grin.

“It’s rude to leave a man hanging, Doc,” Ace whined, knowing that Murdoc wanted him to beg for it. Over the past few months Ace had learned that Murdoc loved making him beg. The Satanist liked nothing better than a little powerplay during their daily dalliances and Ace didn’t really mind. On the contrary, he loved it too, sometimes complying, sometimes switching things up and taking over. This time he decided to play the submissive, especially with the anxiety from the shower still buzzing at the edges of his brain. So he lowered his eyes to the tub floor and bit his lip, reaching for Murdoc. “Come on Doc, finish me off, will ya?”

Murdoc’s grin only widened. “But Ace, we’ll get all dirty again and have to wash off.” He sure wasn’t making this easy. Ace sighed and brushed his dripping hair out of his face.

“Please?” He put on his best imploring look, resting his hands on Murdoc’s chest. Murdoc, despite his insistence on teasing, could never resist that look. He quickly yanked Ace close again, taking his cock in hand and teasing his fingers over the head. Ace sighed in relief, leaning his head back against the tile. “Ah--”

Murdoc chuckled, though the sound was a little breathless. “I might have to start takin’ more showers if it means I get to see you like this more often…” Ace smiled slightly, knowing that without a doubt he wad flushed and sweaty.

“D-don’t push your luck. You aren’t that good.” It was a lie, and Murdoc knew it. Ace could never say no to Murdoc and was always down for some fun between the sheets. Or in the shower, as it was.

“Mmhmm, you keep thinkin’ that Copular,” Murdoc laughed, once again stopping to readjust, taking both of them in hand again. He was less teasing now, and a bit more desperate. As much as he liked to tease, Ace knew Murdoc was just as needy as he was and it showed in the breathless panting and small sounds the older bassist made as they both neared their ends together.

“Don’t stop!” Ace gasped, his nails digging into Murdoc’s shoulders as he tensed, the released. His orgasm was sharp and biting, a contrast to the muggy bathroom atmosphere. Murdoc came soon after, sinking his teeth into Ace’s neck to muffle his own shout. The pain made Ace tremble, and only made his orgasm sweeter. When they both finished they looked between them at the mess of come over their bellies. “I told you!”

“S’fine, we’ll jus’ rinse it off,” Murdoc said, still caught up in the post-orgasmic glow. He reached around Ace for the loofa hanging around the tap and a bar of soap.

“Isn’t that 2D’s loofa?” Ace asked, grimacing as Murdoc scrubbed them down. Murdoc held the come and soap covered sponge up and shrugged.

“I’ll get him a new one.”

“No, you won’t,” Ace sighed as Murdoc turned off the water and pulled back the curtain. Now that everything was said and done he was actually feeling really drained. Facing your fears while simultaneously having sex with someone like Murdoc could really wear you out.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Murdoc agreed, tossing the loofa into the trash. Ace watched him dry off while doing the same. Usually, he’d have to spend a while doing his hair and making sure it was straight instead of curly, but Ace really didn’t feel like putting in the effort. Instead, he dropped the towel and walked through the door back into Murdoc’s bedroom and flopped down on the bed, hating the way his wet hair felt against the pillows. Murdoc followed, apparently feeling the same.

“People do that every day?” Ace whined into the sheets, burrowing into their softness. Murdoc scoffed and pulled the blankets up over both of them, settling against the headboard with a cigaret.

“Apparently. S’not so bad, is it?” Ace shrugged and pressed his face further into the pillows. “I mean, the water’s hot, and the house isn’t fuckin’ freezing.”

“I just…” He wasn’t exactly sure how to explain it. “I really hate gettin’ wet. It’s always been awful and…”

Murdoc tapped his shoulder, motioning for Ace to snuggle into his side. The younger bassist did, ignoring the way Murdoc’s wet hair tickled his face. The Satanist offered him a smoke and Ace took it more for the sake of having something to do with his hands than actually smoking.

“I get you, Copular. S’not like we’re gonna be doin’ this every day, or even every few days anyway.”

“We’re gross,” Ace laughed, looking up at Murdoc who was smiling down at him. Not for the first time Ace thanked whatever being was out there that he had the opportunity to be with someone who understood those kinds of things. They weren’t that different, he and Murdoc.

“I prefer ‘well seasoned’, thank you very much!” Murdoc cackled making Ace laugh as well. Yeah, maybe he could get into the habit of cleaning up more often if this was the aftermath. This wasn’t so bad.

[scyrel]

A 2D-Bendy Illustrated Fanfiction

Inspired by @squigglydigglydoo and @shinyzango, Written and hand-drawn by myself. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER 2: Part 1

    Henry lay square on his back, looking up at a deep tunnel of flickering lights above; ink droplets stung his face. He let out a loud sigh, afraid to move, thinking a fall like this could have seriously broken his back. Henry stayed there a moment longer, contemplating his options.

    “That last step sure was a doozy, eh?” Squeaked a little voice out of the blue. Henry’s eyes darted around, trying to find this familiar disembodied voice that he’d been hearing. The voice became impatient, “Are ya just gonna lie there all day or are we gonna get going? Can’t say now’s the best time for a nap!” This made Henry sit up, not realizing his back didn’t even protest at the speed in which he moved.

    “Who’s there?” He growled in an exhausted tone. “Come on out, I’ve heard your little voice all day and I don’t have time for this!” There was a clear snap like a pair of fingers clicking together; the little paper in his front pocket trembled.

    “In here, Chief!” Henry fumbled for the paper sticking out of his pocket, pulling it out to look at the little Bendy drawing. The old man couldn’t believe his eyes, the doodle started to move. Performing a quick smear before his big key action, Bendy dropped low on the page and then jumped up, waving his gloved hands and shaking his little head and tongue. “BOOOO!” He shouted, almost giving Henry a heart attack. Startled, Henry dropped the paper onto the ink stained floor. He must have really hit his head this time. He sprang up, rubbing his face vigorously and smearing ink up and down his cheeks and brow.

    “Ey, DOC! Don’t leave me down here!” Bendy pleaded, “I promise not to spook ya again, just get me off the floor!” Henry looked down to see the living doodle trying to avoid the dark spots of ink seeping into his little frame. When Henry picked up the paper, Bendy twisted his hands behind his back and rose a little foot, cocking his head to look at Henry in a most charmingly cartoonish way. “Gee, thanks! You’re a real pal!” Said the little devil. The dark ink blots seemed to fade away from the paper as Henry held it.

    “How’s… this possible?” Henry asked, turning the paper over and sideways in his hands. Bendy protested, his body bouncing along the edges of his invisible white box.

    “Whoa there! Don’t you see this is my space? Yer throwin’ me around too much!” He wrinkled up a pair of black sleeves against his black arms, throwing up his dukes and puffing out his chest. “How’d ya like it if I gave ya good wallop, huh?” The inky demon hopped around like some silly bird displaying a mighty dance.

“Alright, alright. Take it easy there.” Henry gestured a stopping motion with his hand. Bendy stopped his fighting dance to bring his legs at attention, arms folded and face sporting a heavy scowl. “I’m a bit nervous, okay? Being trapped in the studio is not what I expected to happen to me today. Also, I’m not accustomed to my drawing’s animating themselves…” Bendy softened his face and took a little bow.

    “And it’s a nice new design of me too, thank you!” Henry made a light chuckle, this was quite surreal. Bendy stood back up and snapped his little fingers again, the paper trembled. “Look there, Buddy! You might wanna take that axe on the wall. I spied it when you dropped me on the floor!” Henry looked over and lifted the dusty thing off its plaque. In front of him was a door heavily boarded up with wood. “Chop, chop! There’s no exit in this room!” Bendy whistled, clapping his gloves together. In his left hand, Henry held a talking doodle of Bendy and in the other a small wooden handled axe. If there had been a mirror in the room, he would have a chance to see if he looked as crazy as he felt.

THUNK, THUNK, THUNK!

The axe came down heavily on the planks of wood blocking his path.

    “Gee, you got a real swingin’ arm there!” Bendy cheered him on. Henry skillfully kept his hits centered with each strike and pulled away any board fragments that may be in the way.

    “Well, when you’re as old as me, you pick up a few things.” Henry opened the door and made his way down the long stairwell into the basement. The wooden boards protested with each step and the air seemed to get a little thicker and cooler as he descended. “How deep does this place go?” Concern was coming through Henry’s voice. “I could’ve sworn there was a small basement we kept the music department in, but this many floors down seems ridiculous.”

    “Can’t really tell ya.” Replied Bendy. “Most of my eyes are upstairs. I can see some stuff down there, but not so much.” Henry thought a moment.

    “So you really were watching me through all those cutouts. That’s creepy, kid.” Bendy giggled.

    “I liked your dance.”

    Henry opened the door he thought was the entry to the basement and stopped before entering half-way into the room. A black pentagram scrawled in ink was on the floorboards, surrounded by candles and two coffins. His heart skipped a beat.

    “What– what’s going on down here…?” He struggled to get the words out. Bendy’s smile wavered only slightly.

    “Looks like someone’s been a bit of a busy-body!” Bendy appeared unphased.

    “Shit.” The little demon was suddenly taken aback. Sweat beaded above Henry’s brow, his eyes darting side to side, waiting for something to come out and jump him. “I don’t understand what’s going on.” Henry’s voice was beginning to shake. He brought Bendy up to his face, frustration and fear etched into the weight of his brows and the corners of his mouth. “Do you have ANY idea about what’s going on here? The letter from Joey, the fact I’m talking to a toon right now, this–… this… ritual crap?!” Bendy’s black eyes seemed to shrink till the majority of his face appeared to be white; a little sweaty ink bead dripped down his forehead. The toothy smile on his face seemed uncertain whether it should move up or down. “Tell me I’m crazy…” Henry’s face fell in defeat. He was trying way too hard to understand his predicament.

“You’re… crazy?” Bendy raised a doubtful finger, not sure where to input some comedic humor. It came off incredibly awkward and more so when Henry made no facial expression. The little demon cleared his throat, pretending to fiddle with his bowtie. “Tough crowd.” He thought.

    Henry threw up his arms suddenly, waiving poor Bendy and his axe like a madman. “I’ve LOST my mind! This has got to be a dream right? So if anyone’s going to jump out at me, do it NOW! PLEASE! I am too old for this!!” He strode into the room with the pentagram and jumped up and down on the graffiti. The old man didn’t notice the rumbling surrounding him.

    “Hey! LOOK OUT!” He heard the little voice of Bendy cry out, but not in enough time before something hard knocked Henry squarely in the back of his head.

    Everything was foggy for a moment; the pain in his head seared the back of his skull, rippling forward into his eye sockets. A weird flavor sat on his tongue, iron mixed with something else familiar. Henry spat a mix of blood and ink to the floor. Reaching back to the tender spot on his head, his hand pulled away with blood.

    “You okay?” Came the little familiar voice.

    “Oh, it’s you.” Henry groaned, “I’d hoped that hit would’ve knocked some sense into me.” He chuckled slightly upon getting up, readjusting his glasses. He walked back towards the stairs, just hoping that maybe there was some kind of exit back the way he came. To his dismay, the entire stairwell had collapsed from the weight of the ink pouring from the machine upstairs. It dribbled and pooled under the swollen planks of wood. Henry said nothing as he passed Bendy’s piece of paper lying near the coffin on the floor. He picked up the axe, throwing it over his shoulder.

    “Where ya goin’? Bendy asked. Henry’s hand was gripped around the knob of another door. He paused.

    “This is really happening isn’t it?” He spoke in a low resolute tone. “You really are alive on that piece of paper… talking to me.” Henry turned to look down at the paper. His face showing his age. Bendy stared back from his sitting position, his grin now a small dot on his face.

    “That I am.” Getting up, he was like a perfectly animated cartoon of Henry’s, all on his own. Henry sighed, then bent down next to the cartoon.

    “Well, seeing as I wasn’t fully understanding of what transpired, let me properly introduce myself. Name’s Henry; I used to work here as an animator when I was a young lad. Me and Joey both had a hand in coming up with you and your little friends when the company got started.” He gently placed a finger against the paper near Bendy’s gloved hand. The little demon looked at the finger a second, then back up at Henry. In one unimaginable moment, two worlds came together as creator and creation. The old man could feel a slight contact with the paper from Bendy’s gloved hand touching him back.

    “Bendy… Bendy the Dancing Demon. But… you already knew that.” The little devil replied with a genuine smile and look of awe. He plopped down on a thin line just under his shoes as Henry picked the paper up off the floor.

    “I know you don’t want to be cooped up here any more than I do, so lets find us an exit.” Henry smiled.

They descended even deeper into the basement, but this time it appeared as if the rooms were a little brighter from all the candles glowing within. The hair prickled along Henry’s arms and neck again, seeing the Bendy cutout next to what looked like a makeshift altar using a shelf. All around them the walls groaned; the sound of steady dripping could be heard somewhere in the ceiling. Looking through the rest of the room, there was another set of coffins and pentagram nearby.

    “Okay,... those coffins. Who’s in them and are they ritual offerings? Henry faced Bendy towards what he was seeing.

    “Um… I’m not really sure. I don’t really like looking at those.” Bendy tried to shy away from the sight. Henry walked quietly around the room, making sure no one was waiting around the corner.

    “All these pentagrams look like summoning circles. Are you part of any of this or a byproduct?” The look the little devil gave him seemed like he recoiled at the word. “What I mean to say is, when did you become conscious? You weren’t jumping off the page on your own while we were still making the shows.” The little demon shook his head.

    “I dunno. Funny thing is, I have flashbacks of moments of a time when… I think you and the studio were still in operation. The attention meant everything to me. I didn’t realize then as much as I feel it now, but I knew people were watching me. It’s like, going from observing everything mindlessly and then suddenly… poof! I can think for myself!” Henry could see an actual white sparkle twinkle on the side of Bendy’s eyes. A squeaking noise above forced Henry to pick up his pace and get farther from the room with the coffins. “Henry?” The old man looked down at Bendy sitting on his thinly drawn line. The demon’s face was more serious than before. “Why did you leave us?” Just before them, the phrase, “The Creator Lied to Us”, was scrawled hastily in ink along the wall. Henry’s mouth fell agape. Bendy’s posture looked like that of a child trying to understand. He twirled the tips of his fingers together in his lap.

    “Bendy...–I, I went off to serve. I didn’t want to leave.” Sudden footsteps that didn’t belong to Henry seemed to draw near. Running to the nearest door, Henry hurriedly jiggled the knob, but it was locked. He moved towards another until Bendy directed him to an unlocked door on the other side of the hall. He slipped in and closed it quickly, holding his breath to listen to the footfalls pass by. The little room in which he hid was crammed with a tiny desk covered in papers, a small old radio and a tall, but thin cabinet full of Joey’s attempt at promoting a line of Bacon Soup using Bendy’s face. The footsteps passed the door and down the hall, but Henry wanted to wait until he could hear them no more. He looked down at the desk where Bendy sat quietly on the edge of the paper. He appeared to be deep in thought. “Something on your mind kiddo?”

“Did... you want to come back?” Bendy spoke almost too softly for Henry to catch. The old animator thought about this one a moment, pulling out the wooden chair as quietly as possible and settling down.

    “I would have loved to.” Henry began. “But, times changed. I suppose you don’t completely understand the business in which we work.” Bendy shook his head, yet seemed afraid to look directly at the old man. He drew his legs closer to his chest. “You see,” began Henry. “There’s a big difference between the folks who do the creative work, versus those who strictly run the business. If those guys on top don’t get enough money, the creative fellows struggle to continue what they love doing.”

    “Then… Joey was one of them?” Henry paused. “I remember, something about the liveliness of this place. It... started to die, my world, everything I loved, ...crumbled and decayed.” Bendy’s little frame began to droop. “There was a lot of yelling, anger... rushed shows that made us look and feel… crummy. Like we weren’t our true selves anymore. Then, people started to disappear. Everything simply stopped. We were abandoned.” Bendy hid his face from view. Henry couldn’t believe how innocent his character sounded. Then again, Bendy was designed with children in mind. Had the toon existed in three-dimensional space, he would have patted the little fellow on the head.

    “I’m sorry.” Henry spoke after a time. “I never really thought about how fragile life can be, especially for a cartoon, where all you’ve known has been drawn within strict limitations.” Henry noticed Bendy seemed to be either crying, or melting. Ink was slipping off his body into a pool underneath him. Concerned, Henry moved his index finger over to the demon’s shoulder and tapped on it gently. “Hey now, don’t melt on me, Buddy. I’m sorry things were so rough, but if you help me, we can both get outta here. You’re my toon, after all, you got a little bit of me inside of you.”  Bendy turned his head, the dripping ink receding back into his body. The little cartoon wore a look of astonishment.

    “I have some of you… inside of me?” Henry gave him a soft smile and the little demon’s face brightened. “And, you promise to take me with you?” His hands clasped together, looking like a little black angel.

    “As long as you can help me get out of here, yeah.” Bendy’s eyes widened with excitement.

[our-smooty]

You Make Me Want You

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: 2AceDoc

Tags: Double Penetration, 2doc, acedoc, 2dace, begging, praise kink, multiple orgasms, trans male character, trans murdoc niccals

Summary: There was something in the way they hovered over each other and him time that spoke of hidden closeness. Murdoc caught both of them staring at him when they thought he wasn’t looking, or when he was talking to Russel and Noodle. They were hilariously obvious, but Murdoc didn’t mind. In fact, he made sure to put a little extra swagger in his step, just for them to enjoy.

The second Murdoc walked through the door of Spirit House and noticed the way 2D and Ace were standing so close he knew there was going to be trouble. And not the bad kind of trouble, he hoped, but the kind that would leave him aching and sated for days.

There was something in the way they hovered over each other and him time that spoke of hidden closeness. Murdoc caught both of them staring at him when they thought he wasn’t looking, or when he was talking to Russel and Noodle. They were hilariously obvious, but Murdoc didn’t mind. In fact, he made sure to put a little extra swagger in his step, just for them to enjoy.

He excused himself from the party early in the night, claiming exhaustion. Noodle and Russel waved him off, too busy with their game of Monopoly to argue. 2D and Ace had been chatting over beers on the living room sofa, though they went quiet as Murdoc went past and sauntered up the stairs. He could feel their stares like heat over his back.

His room was essentially how he left it. Murdoc allowed himself to savour the feeling of being alone for the first time in months. Had the Spirit House always been this… peaceful? He took a deep breath in, then exhaled in a cathartic sigh. It was good to be home.

He wasn’t alone for long though. Not ten minutes after he’d closed the door, and five after he’d changed into something more comfortable, there was a knock against the door. Well well, it looked like at least one of them had the guts to follow him. Murdoc opened the door slowly, grin on his face widening as he saw both men.

“Hello lads, what can I do for you?” he asked, eyeing them both up and down. Ace was in front and beamed at the other bassist, while 2D stood behind him, smiling nervously.

“Hey Doc!” Ace chirped, flashing him an easy grin. “D and I wanted to come up and say welcome back again before you went to bed.”

2D bobbed in his in agreement. “Y-yeah! I'm glad you're back Muds!”

“Aww, well thank you. D’you wanna come in for a bit?” he asked, pretending he didn’t know exactly why they were there. He stepped to the side and allowed them to pass, leering not-so-inconspicuously at 2D’s arse as he walked by.

“Looks the same in here,” 2D commented, stepping over the junk on the floor. Murdoc shrugged and sat on the edge of his bed, letting the other two poke around as they wished. Ace was the first to turn around and face him, a mischevious glint in his eye.

“You live in a pigsty Doc.”

“Life’s too short for cleaning, Acey dear,” Murdoc drawled. He’d taken to leaning back on the bed, legs spread and arms relaxed, the picture of casualness. Ace’s eyes lingered a moment on his crotch and Murdoc snickered. “So, you two gonna tell me why you’re really here, or are we jus’ gonna keep dancin’ around it like idiots?”

2D blushed while Ace shrugged. “Well, we figured you were gone an awfully long time, Boss,” he started, sidling up to the bed. “And maybe you’d be wanting a little…” He made a crude jerking-off gesture and 2D tittered.

“Y-yeah! I-if you wanna, that is.” Murdoc’s grin couldn’t get any wider. It had been a while since he and 2D had messed around, and even longer since he and Ace had fucked. He’d never had both of them at the same time, not that he hadn’t thought about it.

“I don’t know,” he said, still smiling. “I’m pretty tired…”

2D looked confused, but Ace picked up what he was putting down. “Don’t worry, Doc, we’ll do all the hard work. You just have to sit back and look good, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds like you better put your money where your mouth is, Copular.” With the older bassists consent, Ace moved closer, looking over Murdoc from the bedside. The Satanist felt his pulse spike at the way the other looked his lips; it really had been too long.

Ace leaned down and places an almost chaste kiss on the side of Murdoc's mouth before winding a hand through his hair and yanking him forward. Murdoc yelped in surprise, catching 2D’s apprehensive look.

“Aw come on Muds, I know you like it rough,” Ace teased, now straddling his hips. “Stu was tellin’ me you never let him top. Why’s that? He’s good at it you know.”

Murdoc moaned a little at the pressure on his lap, making eye contact with the singer over Ace’s shoulder. The younger bassist kept talking in his ear, low and teasing as 2D toed off his socks and sat in front of him. “Wouldn’t you like that, Doc? Wouldn’t you like to be taken care of?”

“I-I’d like that,” 2D said, gaining confidence from the way Ace was taking charge. “I wanna make you feel good, Muds.”

And oh, who was he to argue with such sweet promises? With a tilt of his head and an easy smile, he beckoned the singe and bassist closer.

“Well, you’re welcome to try,” he drawled. Ace snickered beside him and took the opening to latch onto the sensitive skin of his throat. Murdoc hissed sharply, then trailed off into a moan. He almost missed the hungry look on Stu’s face as he watched them. “Come’on then D, join us.”

The singer sprang into action, pressing the length of his body against Murdoc’s. His bony frame felt familiar--this wasn’t the first time they’d fallen into bed together so it should--and oh so good. It wasn’t long before 2D’s large hands were roaming over the bassist's frame, sneaking under clothes and caressing long-neglected sensitive spots. The closeness of both of them was enough to make Murdoc’s head spin.

The two of them easily got Murdoc to the point of moaning and squirming. Ace’s teeth were wicked sharp against his neck, and Stu’s hands were burning against his skin, pulling him to face him. After a few minutes, Murdoc could do nothing but writhe in pleasure between them, at the younger men’s complete mercy.

“You sound good, Murdoc,” Ace murmured against his skin, breath hot. “You been thinkin’ about this while you were locked up?”

Murdoc keened, his hips bucking against Ace’s. 2D chuckled and teased a hand down to the fly of his pants, pressing lightly. “He always liked talkin’ about all the orgies he’s gone too. Liked to make it sound like he ruled the roost.”

“But we know better, don’t we, Doc?” Ace teased, one of his hands mirroring 2D’s and pawing his crotch from behind. “You love bein’ dominated, filled up, fucked hard.”

“Yes…” Murdoc hissed, not knowing which hand to buck into. The sweatpants he was wearing were thin, and he could feel their fingertips against his pussy, but only just.

“How’d you like it if we did that for you, Murdoc?” Ace asked as his hand began to dip under his waistband. “Don’t you want me and D to stuff you full, make you feel it?”

Murdoc’s head thrashed and his back arched. “Yes, fuck yes. I want--” He was cut off by his own gasp as both 2D and Ace reached his core, fingers prodding and not quite touching where he needed.

“He’s so wet Ace,” 2D moaned, letting his clever fingers trace feather-light patterns over the bassist’s erect clit. Ace hummed in agreement, letting his digits dip in and out of Murdoc’s hole.

“He really is. You’re so ready, babe.” Murdoc nodded frantically, trying to get closer to both men at the same time and failing miserably. “And you’re usually such a fan of foreplay.”

Murdoc groaned again. “I swear to Satan if y-you two don’t fuck me soon…” Ace plunged his fingers inside, making Murdoc shout. Stu muffled his noises with a wet kiss.

“Impatient. So, D, how’d you want to do this?” Ace sounded impossibly casual as he pumped his fingers in and out of the older man despite the hardness in his pants.

“Uh, I dunno Ace,” 2D mumbled between kisses, moving his tongue in sync with his fingers. Ace chuckled and pulled away for a moment, fiddling around with a packet of lube.

“Well, no sense rearangin’ everythin’,” he said before returning his fingers to Murdoc, but higher this time. A now-slick finger traced over the sensitive muscle just as 2D’s fingers slipped inside his cunt. “We’ll do it just like this, I’m sure he’ll love that.”

Murdoc was shaking with excitement. When Ace went to push a finger into his arse, he wrapped one leg around 2D’s hips, giving them both more room to work. The singer’s hips began to rock forward against Murdoc, the bulge in Stu’s pants rubbing against his thigh. He quickly got frustrated, finally pulling away from Murdoc to shimmy his pants and underwear down, exposing his leaking cock.

“Oh--oh please Stu,” Murdoc moaned at the sight, doing his best to stay relaxed for Ace, but wanting to scream. “Please fuck me.”

For a second he thought 2D might give in and he’d finally get some relief, but Ace was quicker. “Not yet, Stu. Give me a few minutes, yeah?” He was easing a second finger in beside the first one now. The slight burn made Murdoc’s core clench in anticipation.

“Sorry Murdoc,” 2D said with a slight smile. “Guess you’ll have to wait.” He took himself in hand and began teasing his tip against the bassists pussy from top to bottom, drawing long groans from the older man. Ace hummed in approval, scissoring his fingers, then adding another. Murdoc sobbed.

“Shhh, Doc, don’t worry. We’re nearly there,” Ace soothed, giving a few more thrusts before removing his fingers all together. Murdoc could feel the head of Ace’s dick pressing against his arse, and 2D’s pressing against his cunt and it was all too much.

His panting was the loudest sound in the room. “Please--Please!” Murdoc cried hoarsely. There was no way he could take any more of this teasing, he was ready. So ready.

Ace grinned madly at his begging, but 2D was softer and took pity. “Alrigh’ Muds, calm down luv.”

But Murdoc was beyond the point of calming down. “N-no! Need it--please.”

Stu looked over the oldest bassist’s shoulder to Ace with a wide-eyed stare. “Don’t tease him anymore, Ace.”

“Poor thing, alright, alright,” Ace cooed as he lined up and began to push inside. Murdoc groaned deeply and clung to 2D’s biceps, nails digging into soft skin. Stu hissed in pain, but also began to thrust into Murdoc. The feeling of being stretched and filled completely was everything to the Satanist.

“O-oh--I-I-I’m--” It was too much already, too much. Before either man had bottomed out Murdoc was cumming. Both Ace and 2D gasped at the tight convulsions and soft keens of the bassist's pleas.

“Shit, Doc, did you just cum?” Ace asked, breathless. Murdoc nodded tiredly, resting his head against the singer’s shoulder. 2D was huffing now as well, the warm wetness and tight heat heavenly around his cock.

“Are you ok to keep goin’?” he asked quietly. Satan 2D was always so nice, so considerate. Murdoc didn’t want any of that right then though.

“Fuck me now, you idiots,” he growled, clenching his kegel muscles to make both men moan. They didn’t need telling twice, quickly setting a brutal pace, pounding the smaller man back and forth between them. Like a rag doll in the wind, Murdoc let himself be completely controlled by the force, not even bothering to move his hips. All he could do was hold on and try to muffle his moans and sobs into 2D’s neck.

“S’it feel good, Muds?” 2D moaned, his hips moving mechanically. Normally when Murdoc slept with the singer, he was the one in control, either fucking him with the strap-on or tying him down and riding the younger. This was the first time he’d let 2D have any control, and so far, he wasn’t disappointed. 2D didn’t brag about it much, but his cock was big. Maybe the biggest Murdoc had ever taken. He loved to truss the singer up and ride him into the mattress until he screamed.

Ace, on the other hand, had always been one to take charge in the bedroom. Back when they’d both been younger and a little more adventurous, Murdoc had enjoyed the pleasures of being dommed and controlled. Ace fit that bill exactly, nice cock, sexy body, and a wild streak that went on for days. More than once the two bassists had locked themselves away and spent extended amounts of time getting to know each other better.

“Oh God, I can’t, Oh shit--!” Murdoc answered, throwing his head back and resting it on Ace’s chest. The younger bassist took the chance to lean in, capturing Murdoc’s lips in a teeth-filled kiss.

The wet sounds coming from their movements were downright filthy. Murdoc could feel every inch of their dicks inside him, filling him to capacity in a way he hadn’t felt in far too long. The way Ace was kissing him, all teeth and no softness, matched with the way 2D held him, all comfort and care. They kept him near the edge, but just barely.

“You can do it, I know you can” 2D murmured, eyes downcast and watching his length disappear again and again inside the bassist. Murdoc moaned at the encouragement, breaking away from Ace to catch his breath.

“I know you can, Doc,” Ace agreed, picking up speed and switching to gnawing at the other’s neck. He clenched his teeth to stop a moan as Murdoc squeezed tighter in response. “Oh Murdoc you feel so good, such a good boy letting me and D fuck you.”

The pressure of another orgasm was building up in his groin, making him shake and sob with each thrust. Neither man fucking him stopped. One of 2D’s hands came down to palm over hit clit, hard and just the way Murdoc liked it. The Satanist tried to think about anything other than the extraordinary pleasure being dolled out to him to stave off his coming orgasm, but it was nearly impossible. His mind was consumed totally by the other two.

“I-I--I’m cumming--!” Murdoc screamed, hips tensing and toes clenching. This time, Stu and Ace kept moving, though the had to slow down to accommodate the convulsions of his muscles. Cumming with them both still inside and moving was so intense, so good, that Murdoc felt real tears begin to run down his face, completely overwhelmed.

“Oh fuck, you’re so sexy. Murdoc you’re so good I--!” 2D gasped, his thrusts coming to a halt as he let go and came inside the bassist. Ace, watching on, came moments after, his quiet moans filling Murdoc’s senses. The Satanist felt himself be filled with cum and moaned lowly.

All three men lay still for a few minutes, catching their breath and coming back to themselves. Ace pulled out first, careful not to cause too much overstimulation, and 2D did the same moment’s later with a hiss. Murdoc was boneless, letting himself be flopped around and maneuvered as needed.

“Phew, that was pretty intense, ey boys?” Ace asked, finally taking his pants off fully and lounging back. 2D was a little less lively, choosing to wrap his arms around Murdoc and lean in close.

“You alrigh’ Murdoc?”

The Satanist nodded tiredly, for once not pushing the younger man away. The tear tracks on his face were drying and leaving sticky patches behind. It felt so good to be held and wanted, fuck he’d needed this.

“Satan, I think you two nearly made me pass out there,” he joked. 2D hummed and began laying little kisses along his forehead. Behind him, Ace was fumbling around for a couple of smokes, lighting them and handing them out.

“We just wanted to show you we’re glad you’re home,” the ex-gangster said, tossing his shirt away into the darkness of Murdoc’s room.

“We really missed you,” 2D added. Murdoc laughed.

“I listened to The Now Now D, I know you missed me.” The singer blushed bright red as Ace snorted. What Murdoc didn’t say was that the first time he’d heard Souk Eye over the common-room radio he’d had to excuse himself to his bunk, lest the other inmates see him cry.

“Did you like it?” The singer's voice was sleepy and the hand holding his fag was dipping dangerously close to the comforter.

“Ask me when you can keep your eyes open.” Murdoc was tired too, and he could feel Ace behind him slipping the covers up and around them all. It looked like he wasn’t going to get his bed all to himself tonight, and maybe not for a while. Oh well, worse things had happened to better people.

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Take Me to Church Chapter 23: Forward

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: 2doc

Tags: Car Accidents Angst Hurt/Comfort Drugs/Alcohol Implied/Referenced Suicide SuicideHealing Everything Hurts

Summary: The band is back together, but things are… weird to say the least. But when a crisis arises, can they pull it all together and be a family again?

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The First Session - Stuart

“And what are your goals for therapy?”

So far, this session with his new therapist was going well. It wasn’t much different from sessions he’d had in the past, she’d asked him for some information, he’d told her about his past, and now they were talking about goals. Only 2D hadn’t really thought about why he was going to therapy, aside from encouraging Murdoc to go.

“I uh, I don’t really know,” he admitted, biting a nail. “ I was mostly jus’ comin’ because Murdoc said he would.”

She added a note to her file. “OK. Well, is there anything you’d like to work on?”

Stu thought for a little while, before remembering the incident in the kitchen. “I get scared, sometimes. About Murdoc, but also other things.”

“Hmm, I understand. You feel that in certain situations, you’re more afraid than you should be?”

“Y-yeah! Even when I know I’m safe I jus’...” he trailed off with a shrug. Since the time in the kitchen, he’d been noticing other little reactions that didn’t always make sense. One time Murdoc laughed loudly at something on the TV, and he immediately tensed up, afraid. Another time, Russel had dropped a cup and the smashing glass nearly frightened Stu to tears.

“Alright, is there anything else?” 2D thought back again, but couldn’t really put his finger on a specific thing.

“I don’t think so. I mean, I can’t think of anything.”

She made a few more notes, then closed her book, smiling. “Well, that sounds like a good place to start then!” They talked for a few more minutes about things before time was up. 2D left feeling relatively relaxed and a little bit hopeful.

It wasn’t a very long drive home, and within an hour he was stepping through the front door of Wobble Street. He was greeted by Katsu, who wound his way between his legs, purring loudly.

“‘Ello little buddy,” he cooed, leaning down to scritch behind the cat’s ears. When he straightened up again he saw Murdoc at the foot of the stairs, leaning against the wall. “Hello to you too, Muds.”

“Hey there, Bluebird,” the bassist drawled. He was wearing trackies and a tight-fitting t-shirt, his hair still mussed from sleep. The corner of his lip twitched like he was suppressing a smile. 2D didn’t bother hiding his, beaming at the other as he walked forward to wrap his arms around him.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” the singer teased, letting one of his hand's fiddle with the ends of Murdoc’s hair. The bassist did smile at that, craning his head up to mouth at Stu’s neck and jaw.

“Very happy,” he growled before beginning to suck a hickey into the taller’s neck. 2D gasped, then groaned as Murdoc worked, giving himself over completely to the older’s whims.

“M-Murdoc!” Now the bassist had a hand at the front of Stu’s pants, kneading at the burgeoning hardness there. 2D really, really hoped Russel wasn’t home.

“Shall we take this upstairs?” 2D nodded fervently, letting Murdoc turn and pull him up the stairs. He felt a little bit like a teenager again, silly and randy without a care. It was nice, to let loose like that sometimes.

Murdoc’s room was closest. The door was only just closing behind them as Murdoc sank to his knees, expertly unbuttoning Stu’s jeans and nuzzling against his crotch.

“S-shit Muds! G-gimmie a warning next t-time!” he squeaked. Murdoc chuckled lowly, moving to mouth at the singer’s cock through his briefs. 2D made eye contact with him and moaned.

“Woke up and you weren’t here,” Murdoc murmured, working Stu’s jeans and pants down and over his feet. “Wanted to feel you so bad, I couldn’t help myself.”

The singer hissed as Murdoc took him into his mouth, devilish tongue squirming around the tip. To anchor himself he threaded his fingers through Murdoc’s dark hair, knowing the bassist wouldn’t mind. As expected, the slight tugging made Murdoc whine, his eyes slipping shut in bliss.

Between the hot suction and the lewd noises Murdoc was making, 2D was a groaning, shaking mess in no time. He started thrusting his hips a little, and to his delight Murdoc immediately gave up control, letting the singer set the pace.

“So good--oh God M-Mudoc You're making me cu--!” White-hot pleasure burst from his core, forcing a shout from his lips. Murdoc took it all with a moan, the vibrations making everyone so much sweeter. By the time he stopped shaking and had the brainpower to look down, Murdoc was gasping through his own orgasm, hand in his pants and face pressed into Stu’s thigh.

“Holy hell,” he laughed, running his hands through Murdoc’s hair fondly. The bassist echoed the laugh with his own, slightly out of breath but no less pleased. They rested there against the door for a while as they both caught their breath, the space between them warm and close.

The Second Session - Stuart

He was late for his second session. The night before he’d been having trouble sleeping, so he’d taken some of his sleeping pills and then slept through the alarm and Murdoc’s inquiries. Then he’d been groggy and disoriented through the whole morning, not to mention his head had been hurting more than usual. Since he’d run out of headache pills earlier in the week, and finally realized how much of a dependence he had on them, he’d been trying to take less but it was so hard.

By the time he got into the therapist’s office, he was 15 minutes late and nearly in tears from the stress. He walked in and immediately sat down with his knees drawn up and fingers tapping away on his knees. She didn’t seem surprised by his state and waited for him to say something.

“So I--” he started, before stopping again to think. What was he going to say? “I-I don’t--”

“Would you like a glass of water?” she asked. When he nodded she got up and went to the water cooler, handing him a paper cup filled with cool water. He drank, letting the chilly liquid calm him down. When he was done his breathing was more regular, and his shakes had stopped.

“Thanks,” he said, crushing the cup in his hands. “It’s been a rough mornin’.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

“Well,” he began ripping the paper cup into little bits, “I couldn’t sleep las’ night so I took some pills, and then I slep’ through my alarm. And my head was killin’ me, but I don’t wanna take my headache pills because I know I’ve been takin’ too many.” It all came out in a rush, like each word crawling over the next.

“You haven’t been taking your migraine medication at all?”

“Not really, unless it got so bad I couldn’t do nothing,” he answered, shrugging. Her eyebrows pinched together in concern. He’d had two headaches this week that had been so bad he couldn’t get up or move, and only then did he let Murdoc or Russel feed him his medication.

“Stuart, it’s dangerous to quite any medication so suddenly, especially if you’ve become addicted.” He looked down at his shoes, still shredding the cup.

“I-I didn’t think it was gonna be this bad,” he admitted quietly. Each time he’d gone without his pills he’d been knocked on his arse by chills, nausea, and pain until Murdoc or Russel stepped in. “I didn’t notice I-I was takin’ so many.”

“It would be much safer to taper down to an appropriate dose,” she suggested. He knew that too, but...

“I dunno if I can do that myself… and I don’t really wanna give all my pills to Muds.” The memory of Murdoc’s most recent overdose was still too fresh.

“What about Russel? I’m sure he’d be happy to help you.”

“I don’t really wanna bug him though..” he trailed off. 2D knew that if he asked Russel wouldn’t mind, but he was still worried about annoying him. Russel had so much going on with his own life, was it really fair to ask him to help even more?

“Why don’t you ask him, and then if he says no we’ll figure out what to do from there?” He nodded in hesitant agreement, mostly because he didn't see any other way. “How was your week, otherwise?”

2D thought back. “Alrigh’ I guess. We visited Noodle again, though Murdoc stayed home. He, uh, he seemed pretty worked up after his first visit here but he was mostly alrigh’.”

“That’s good to hear. How is Noodle doing, and how are you doing since she’s been in the hospital?”

They talked a little back and forth, Stu sharing a couple of things, his therapist making suggestions here or there for ways he could do things differently. They talked a lot about Murdoc, and how their relationship was going. When the session came to an end he was feeling pretty relaxed, if not a little worn out from his headache, and he was glad when she finally closed her notebook and walked him out.

“Stu I’d like you to try keeping a journal. You can write whatever you like in it, but I think it may be helpful for you to be able to look back on your feelings from time to time.” He shrugged and agreed. He already had a music journal, maybe he could just use that.

Outside he sat on the curb and pulled out his phone. Since he hadn’t been feeling so good Murdoc had offered to drive him, which was a miracle in itself. The bassist had been on his best behaviour, following the speed-signs and stopping at every stop sign. For Murdoc it was nearly an unheard of amount of courtesy, and 2D made a mental note to thanks him. Then he made a physical note in his phone, knowing that if left to its own devices his brain would almost certainly throw out that bit of information.

He sent a quick text to the bassist to let him know he was done, then lit a fag. A slightly more intense twinge behind his eyes made him wince. He didn’t want to have to ask Russel to manage his medication on top of everything the drummer was already doing. Russ had enough on his plate with Noodle and Murdoc to worry about without Stu adding himself to the pile.

But he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking too many pills when the pain got bad. And from there it was a slippery slope to taking them when it was a little bad, then to taking them when he was feelin’ upset. He knew that if left to himself he’d go right back to popping his medication at any chance he got. So he’d have to ask the drummer for help.

Murdoc pulled up to the front of the building and honked the horn twice, jolting Stu out of his thoughts and making his head throb. He’d been to caught up in thought to notice the little headache he’d had was turning into a much larger problem. Crushing his smoke under his shoe, he ambled around to the passenger side, getting in. Murdoc shot him a questioning look at the way he curled forward in his seat.

“You ok there Stu?” he asked, keeping the car in park. 2D shook his head no and blindly reached to the dashboard, searching for the pills he knew Murdoc kept there. The bassist caught on quickly, finding the bottle and tossing a few into his hand and holding it out. The feeling of pills sliding down his throat dry was a familiar one.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, curling forward even more. The headache he’d had in the office was slowly turning into another migraine. It would take a while for the pills to kick in, and those weren’t going to address his nausea. The pills he usually took for that were back at home, but the idea of the car moving was enough to set his stomach rolling.

“Is it a bad one?” Stu grunted a yes. It was too bright out, and he pressed his palms into his eyes until all the light was blocked out. After a few seconds, he felt the car shut off, and heard Murdoc unlock his seat belt, followed by the feeling of cold hands against his scalp. It felt so good.

“Here, take my jacket and put it over your head,” Murdoc said, handing the leather over. “At least until those pills kick in." It wasn’t completely dark under the coat, but it was better than nothing. Murdoc kept his hands stroking through 2D’s hair and gently massaging the tight muscles in his neck. The jacket smelled like Murdoc, and Stu tried to focus on that as he let the pills dow their job.

Within an hour the medication kicked in and 2D felt safe buckling himself in for the ride home. Murdoc gave him a gentle half-smile and made sure to take the least bumpy paths. Stu watched the world outside his window go by in a medicated haze, feeling like he hadn’t really made any progress. Maybe after he asked Russel for help he’d feel better? It was worth a try.

The Third Session - Stuart

“You’ve mentioned Plastic Beach a few times since we first met. Could you tell me a little more about it?” Fuck. She knew, she had to. He’d tried to be sneaky about avoiding the topic, mentioning it here and there in passing, but she’d still picked up on his reluctance.

“I-I don’t know what you want me t’say,” he answered, looking away. He’d never been very good at lying. He already felt the word vomit creeping up his throat. “I-it was pretty b-bad, but i-it’s over. I’m o-over it.”

“What made it so bad?” his therapist asked, making a few notes. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He really didn’t want to talk about Plastic beach now; he wasn’t ready. He hadn’t prepared, he--

“M-Murdoc,” he stuttered out without meaning to. But once he’d started, it was difficult to stop. “H-he was h-horrible t’me, the w-whole time. H-he hurt me. A lot.”

Stu was breathing heavy now, the familiar prick of tears stinging his eyes. “A-and I know he w-wasn’t right then. H-he was sick. B-but…”

She was watching him now, he knew. It was pretty obvious she had some idea of how bad Plastic Beach had been, either from Murdoc or through the internet. “But I--I still t-think about it. I-I have dreams.”

“Does Murdoc still hurt you now?” she asked, voice a tiny bit harder than normal. He could see the relief on her face when he answered.

“N-no. He hasn’t since we came back, except for in one of our videos. B-but that was fake…” the hit with the shoe had still hurt a little, though not as much as it could have for sure.

“Have you talked to Murdoc about it?”

2D didn’t want to answer, because he knew that she’d tell him he should talk about it. Everyone was always pushing him to talk about it, to get over it, but he wasn’t ready--

“It’s OK, if you aren’t ready to yet,” she said instead. He snapped his head up to look at her and only then noticed he was crying.

“I-I,” Stu croaked. His throat wasn’t working, he wanted to talk about it so bad but he couldn’t yet. “It s-still hurts. I can’t y-yet.”

She nodded and handed him a box of tissues. “You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to, Stuart. You’re the one who sets the limits.” It felt good to be told he didn’t have to be ok, that he didn’t have to be open and willing to talk about what were frankly the worst months of his life. “You are an adult, and if you trust Murdoc now to not do what he did then, that’s your choice.”

“T-thanks.” He blew his nose and sniffed a little, smiling just a bit. “I know I-I need to talk about it eventually, b-but… Not now.”

“Do you have anything else you want to talk about today?”

Later that night, long after he’d gotten home and crawled into his bed, Murdoc tiptoed through his door. Normally they spent most of the day together, but after the session he’d had, well he needed some time alone. It honestly surprised him that the bassist hadn’t come in before, knowing how Murdoc didn’t always respect personal space very well.

“You awake, D?” the bassist whispered into the dark space. 2D thought about not answering and continuing to wallow.

“...Yeah.”

He could hear Murdoc’s quiet breathing and the sound of bare feet against carpet. “Can I come in?”

The promise of warmth and comfort was enough to draw him out of the covers. “..Yeah.”

Murdoc closed the door and slid under the covers, right behind Stu. How could that warmth be both everything he needed and everything he didn’t want at the same time?

“D’you wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

If Murdoc was surprised by his refusal, he didn’t show it. Instead, he gently slid an arm around the singer’s waist and pulled him close. “OK, Bluebird. OK. Why don’t I tell you what Russel and I got up to today instead?”

“OK,” Stu sighed, happy to listen to the other prattle on about whatever if it meant they could stay the way they were. He felt comfortable, and secure, and maybe a little bit hopeful. But he was also kind of sad, and a little bit angry. Maybe that was part of it, part of getting better.

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Take Me to Church Chapter 24: Happy

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: 2doc

Tags: Car Accidents Angst Hurt/Comfort Drugs/Alcohol Implied/Referenced Suicide SuicideHealing Everything Hurts

Summary: The band is back together, but things are… weird to say the least. But when a crisis arises, can they pull it all together and be a family again?

Link to other Chapters on my Blog!

At first, when he woke up, he felt pretty good. There was a warm body beside him and he didn’t feel hungover. Murdoc took a few seconds to open his eyes, savouring those feelings before having to start the day. When he did open them, he came face to face with a sleeping Stu, drooling all over his pillows and looking as beautiful as the day they’d met.

How did he get so lucky? Murdoc hadn’t done anything in his life to deserve something like this, something so precious and good. But he wasn’t supposed to think like that anymore. He was a person capable of giving and receiving love. He deserved to be happy. As he watched the younger man sleep he repeated that mantra in his mind, trying to convince himself it was true.

It didn’t take long for Stu to wake up as well. Murdoc watched as it happened, first a small crinkling of the other’s brow, then a huge yawn. The singer nuzzled his face into the soaked pillow, grumbling quietly before cracking one eye open to look at the bassist.

“Wha’ time is it?” he groaned, curling forward to rest his head on Murdoc shoulder. Immediately the Satanist made room for him, draping an arm around Stu’s waist and pulling him closer. His hair smelled like butterscotch.

“No idea, I jus’ woke up,” Murdoc answered. They lay quietly for some time, enjoying the sleepy morning atmosphere. Eventually, though, the need to piss was stronger than the need for human contact and Murdoc grunted, shimmying away from the singer and out of bed.

“Nooo… Come back…” 2D whined, reaching out and grabbing at the air. Murdoc chuckled lightly and leaned down to give him a kiss on the forehead. That seemed to placate the singer and he lay back down, huddled under the covers.

“I’ll be back in a minute, love. I’m an old man, when I’ve gotta piss I’ve gotta piss,” Murdoc chuckled. He left the dark room behind and walked to the bathroom. As he finished up there, he looked in the mirror, mentally preparing himself for what he’d see. He was shocked when his eyes met the face of a tired, but happy man. The bags under his eyes were fading, the frown lines on his forehead looked smoother. Most notably though, was the way his eyes seemed to sparkle just a little, like he had life inside him for the first time in years. Murdoc reached up to the mirror, then to his own face, running fingers over his skin.

When he returned to the bedroom, 2D was sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. Murdoc climbed back into bed, sidling up beside the singer and peeking at the screen nosily. Stu didn’t seem to mind, only humming and leaning his head against the other’s shoulder.

“Are you ready for today?” he asked casually. A cold spike of anxiety shot thought he bassist’s chest. He attempted to breathe through it before answering.

“No, but I have to do it.” If he gave himself the option of chickening out, he’d take it. So he wouldn’t give himself that option.

“You don’t have to, Muds,” 2D said, flicking from the news app he was browsing to social media.

Murdoc sighed. “Yeah, I do have to. I can’t run from this anymore Stu.”

“It’s gonna be fine, you know. You’ve been textin’ her and it’s been OK right?” He was right, they had been texting back and forth since the first time he sent her a message. That’d been a few weeks ago, and it’s may have been the hardest thing he’d ever done. But she’d responded well, though they hadn’t talked about anything serious so far.

“I know, I know,” he groaned. “I jus’ can’t stop thinkin’ about it.”

2D set his phone down on the nightstand and turned on his side to face Murdoc directly. “Well, we’re up early… we could do somethin’ to get your mind off it.”

Immediately, Murdoc felt a warmth in his belly replace the fear. He lived that the singer was as randy as he was. “Oh? And what did you have in mind?” he teased, knowing exactly what Stu was proposing. Murdoc could think of nothing he’d rather do that fool around with the singer while they enjoyed the warm, early-morning calm.

“Yeah,” the singer murmured, letting one of his hands trail along Murdoc’s bare side, stopping just above his briefs. “I always want you so much Murdoc. It drives me crazy.”

“You have me Stu, you have me,” Murdoc moaned as the singer’s other hand roamed over his chest, pinching and rubbing his nipple. The singer must have liked what he heard, because he grinned salaciously, leaning forward to capture the older man's lips in a loving kiss. Murdoc let him do it, using his own hands to tease the other with slight pressure over his crotch.

They kept things slow despite the heat. Cut off moans and grunts passed between them, building up until neither could take it anymore. 2D rolled them over so Murdoc was underneath him, pinned to the mattress by the singer’s hand around his wrist. The bassist arched up into the other, keening. 2D grinned, using his other hand to push down on Murdoc’s chest, pinning him further.

“You want me to take care of you, love?” he asked, already knowing the answer. Murdoc nodded, eyes glued to the spot where their hips were nearly touching. How was he already so far gone? Every time he slept with the singer it was so intense, so new. Murdoc had never had that with anyone else.

“I do, I do D. Please…” Stu chuckled, watching to bassist fall apart under him. He paused a moment, letting the hand on Murdoc’s chest wander up to his throat caressing but not squeezing, testing the waters. The slightest bit of pressure there made Murdoc’s breath hitch.

“God, you’re such a slut.” Murdoc nodded again, bucking his hips to get something, anything.

“Yeah, yeah--!” Stu’s baggy pyjama bottoms let him feel the entire outline of the singer’s cock against his own. Satan, he as already so hard.

“You love being under me, don’t you? Love me filling you up, fucking you right.” 2D’s dirty talk was doing wonders for Murdoc’s state of mind, pushing out any worries and filling that space with pleasure. Even if it was a little over the top. “Tell me what you want me to do to you Muds. I wanna hear you.”

Oh so they were playing that game were they? “I want you to fuck me, Stu.”

“You can do better than that. Come on, tell me~” 2D teased, a gentle roll of his hips making Murdoc writhe. At least the distraction was working, Murdoc couldn’t think about anything but how much he needed the singer.

“Fuck D, I want to you stick your cock in me and ram me into this bed! I want you to make me feel it. I wanna be sore for days--I want--” 2D kissed him then, with enough force to make their teeth clack. He also tightened that hand on the bassist's throat, still not tight enough to choke but just enough to threaten.

“You want me to be rough?” the singer asked, leaving Murdoc’s mouth to bite and suck at his neck. He was biting hard enough to leave welts and Murdoc could only moan weakly at the sensation.

“Yes--!” he groaned, craning his neck to give Sty more access. The singer readily took advantage. Murdoc whined in pleasure pain, knowing that if the other kept going he wouldn’t be able to last long.

“You like this, don’t you Muds?” Murdoc shook nodded frantically, grinding their hips together the best he could. He did, he really really did and the fact that it was his singer doling out the pain made it 10x better.

Stu grinned as he pulled back, slithering his body down the bassist’s front. The sight of 2D, mouth-level with his prick, smirking deviously, was nearly enough to make him cum. As it was his cock twitched, much to the delight of the singer. Stu slowly pulled his briefs down his thighs, making sure Murdoc was watching the entire time.

“I’m gonna suck you off now, is that what you want?” He did, but he also wanted the singer inside him, wanted to feel stretched out and owned and needed. But he didn’t want to ruin this wonder dominant streak 2D was on, and he trusted that the singer would give him what he needed eventually, so he nodded slightly, spreading his legs open to accommodate him.

“Good boy,” 2D praised, right before taking the tip of Murdoc’s prick into his mouth and sucking. His nails dug into his hips, the sharp stinging only making the pleasure sweeter. The contrast between the soft heat of Stu’s mouth and the hot burn of his nails drive Murdoc wild.

“Fuck!” Murdoc hissed, knees drawing up to frame the singer’s head. He took a risk and knotted his hands in the other’s hair. Stu chuckled a little, and oh those sweet vibrations were too much.

He wasn’t sure how long the singer had been sucking him, but eventually, he pulled off with a pop and a smile. “Pass me the lube,” Stuart ordered. Murdoc took a few seconds for the words to get through but then shot a hand into the bedside drawer. Soon the lube was in 2D’s capable hands. Slicking a couple of fingers and pressing them against Murdoc’s arse Stu looked up.

“You want my fingers?” he asked, tone low and dark.

“Y-yes.”

“Good, you take them so well,” Stu purred as the pushed two inside at once. Murdoc stiffened from the sudden intrusion and the little bit of pain that came with it, but quickly adjusted. The burn was a compliment to the aching throb in his cock that got worse with each passing second.

“M-more! Give me more!” He’d take them all if it meant he could continue feeling this wonderful feeling for a few seconds more. When he felt a third finger pushing in just as the singer curled the others over his prostate, Murdoc was finished.

“Stu!” he moaned, cock shooting cum all over his belly. Murdoc didn’t have his eyes open, so he couldn’t tell if the other was surprised, but to his credit 2D continued to fuck him through his orgasm. It just went on and on until he was a shaking and stuttering mess.

When he managed to open his eyes the singer was still moving his fingers slowly while looking right at Murdoc’s face. Murdoc wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or worried at the hungry look he saw there.

“That was beautiful,” he breathed, fingers moving in gentle circles inside Murdoc. There was enough stimulation that it felt nearly overwhelming, but not enough for it to be truly unpleasant. The singer was smiling softly, now petting the bassist’s hips softly, calming him back down again. “D’you still want to…?”

Murdoc used his grip on the other’s hair to pull him up between his legs. Stu came willingly, letting his fingers slip out and his hands forearms to bracket the bassist’s head. He looked over his face for a moment before kissing him again, softer this time but with no less passion. Murdoc let his legs fall wide open and his hands wander down to 2D’s arse, squeezing a little.

“Someone’s still feelin’ frisky,” he joked as he wiggled out of his PJ pants. Murdoc gave him a weak smile, enjoying the feeling of the other man pressing him into the bed. There was no space in his mind to worry about what they would be doing in a few hours. Right now, there was only 2D, especially when he felt the singer pushing his cock forward and inside Murdoc’s arse.

“Enough of this slow shit D, fuck me,” Murdoc ordered, voice shaking. He wanted to hurt, wanted to feel owned. 2D took the hint and picked up the pace immediately, hips snapping harshly at the end of each thrust. “Oh fuck yes.”

Murdoc’s eyes closed in pleasure, his hands wrapping around the other and squeezing tight. Stu ducked down and captured the bassist’s lips in a brutal kiss, teeth and tongue fighting for dominance. Murdoc gave up willingly. Satan, could he really cum again so soon? It felt like it, the burning edges of pleasure coursing through his veins.

“You feel so good,” 2D murmured against his mouth, their hot breath coming in explosive puffs between them. “You need this, don’t you?”

“Need it, want it, please--!”

He watched 2D’s expression darken with lust as he stopped thrusting and pulled out.

“Turn around”

Murdoc did, eagerly. Arse in the air, hands planted shoulder-width apart, he waited patiently for the singer to get back to buggering him. When a few seconds had passed without any change he looked back over his shoulder at the other.

“W-what’s the holdup?” he asked, wiggling his hips slightly.

Stu’s face was unreadable as he stared down at him. His hands were pulled up against his chest until the singer lowered them to wrap around Murdoc’s hips. Murdoc had always admired Stu’s hands, the way the were so big and crooked looking, the way they would dance across the keyboard. The bassist let himself fall onto his forearms, practically presenting himself to the singer. “Come’on Stu, don’t leave m-me hangin’.”

Suddenly 2D raised a hand and slapped his ass, hard. Murdoc lurched forward with an embarrassing yelp, still looking back at the singer who was raising his hand for another slap. 2D started smiling, watching the way Murdoc writhed and jolted on the sheets.

“You like that?” he asked, soothing the reddened skin with his hand before getting back into position. Murdoc nodded meekly, mostly focusing on keeping himself from falling flat completely. “Good.”

This time there was no slow buildup. The singer began pounding him into the mattress, mercilessly rubbing against his sweet spot. Murdoc could only take it, drawn-out moans and grunts pouring him his lips as he grasped the sheets.

“Oh God, o-oh shit--” he panted, ending with a whine. Behind him he could hear Stu swearing and muttering to himself before giving his arse another brisk slap. Murdoc yelped again, feeling his end approach quickly. “I-I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it, cum on my cock. I-I’m gonna cum in you, I-I’m--!” Faster than anticipated, Murdoc was cumming with a weak gasp as Stu gave one last hard thrust. Through his orgasm he could feel 2D cumming inside, could feel the sharp bite of his nails. It only extended his high.

In the aftermath, once they had cleaned up a little and snuggled up under the covers, Murdoc felt a strong sense of peace wash over him. 2D lay beside him, curled toward him with his hands wrapped around the bassists. Their faces were close enough for their noses to brush with even the tiniest movement.

“Was that good?” the singer asked, playing with Murdoc’s fingers. Murdoc felt his lip twitch with a smile.

“Rocked my world, as usual, Stu-Pot.” 2D grinned cockily.

“Good. We can stay here a little bit before we have to get up, if you want.”

Murdoc nodded and closed his eyes, letting himself curl even closer to the other. He let himself be completely in the moment, completely there with his singer, in his room, in his home. The blankets were warm, and anything else that had to happen could happen later because, for that brief time, Murdoc was truly, really happy.

They were at the hospital now. Murdoc had spent the entire drive there focusing on his breathing and the feeling of the weathered seat below him. Luckily, 2D had taken pity on him before they left and given him a couple of Xanax to help him through. He’d taken them all just before he got in the car, and they’d started kicking in as they walked through the hospital doors.

“She’s on a different floor from last time you were here, Muds,” Russel explained as they exited the elevator on the 10th floor. To be honest, Murdoc hadn’t even noticed, too busy worrying about the increasingly fuzzy feeling in his head. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken all those pills at once. “Since she’s doing so much better she doesn’t need to stay in the ICU.”

“You feelin’ OK mate?” 2D asked. Murdoc gave him a jerky nod as he focused on what he wanted to say to Noodle. He hadn’t seen her in weeks. They’d been texting a bit, but only really innocuous things. Even with the situation, she was in, Noodle seemed to understand that he wasn’t ready to talk yet. Not until they could meet face to face.

He’d spent ages drafting his first version of the text he eventually sent. At first, he’d starred at the blank screen for hours, at a complete loss as to what he should say. Should he start off by apologizing, or was that something he should do in person? Could he even apologize for everything he’d done? After hours of deliberation, and a few kind words from 2D, he’d started with a small hello, and to his shock, she’d replied almost right away. It’d been like a dream, being able to talk to her again even if it was only a quick good morning or goodnight.

Which brought him to today. 2D and Russel stopped outside her door, both looking at him. “What?”

“We uh, we wanted to know if you wanna see her alone first,” Russel said, shrugging. 2D nodded in agreement.

“Oh,” Murdoc replied dumbly. He looked down and thought for a few moments; did he want the other's there for support, or did he want to face her alone? It might be easier alone, without the pressure of others. “I guess I’d like a few minutes, yeah.”

They moved aside so he could open the door. Murdoc took one last deep breath, then slipped inside. It was surprisingly homey inside, unlike the ICU room. The floor was wood, the bed was as close to a normal bed as it could probably get, and the normal hospital gear was tucked away in corners as to be unobtrusive. Beside the bed were two comfy chairs and a little end table littered with gifts and flowers. The keychain he’d bought was hanging out on the table top.

But he could only spend so much time staring at the room because Noodle was right there, sitting up on her own and eating a tray of hospital food on a pullout table. She had a forkful of what looked like macaroni halfway up to her mouth, frozen. Murdoc realized that maybe she was as surprised to see him as he was to see her.

“H-hey, Noodle,” he stuttered, not taking a single step towards the bed. She seemed to overcome her shock quickly, lowering the fork and beaming at him. Her smile felt like the warmest hug he’d ever had.

“Murdoc!” she rasped, reaching out to him. He could see could still see the cast on her leg and the bandages on her head; he had to be the one to take the first step. So he did. And one step became two, then three, then four as he reached the side of her bed and wrapped her up in the biggest, tightest embrace possible, given her injuries.

“Noodle,” he said again, tears already falling down his cheeks. She laughed a little into his shoulder, hugging him back as best she could. “I’m so s-sorry love.”

“I love you, Dad,” she whispered back, ignoring his apologies and sniffles. A small laugh bubbled its way out of his chest, then another, and another until he was giggling like a child into her shoulder. “Murdoc?”

“Oh f-f-fuck!” he gasped between laughter, pulling back from her enough to look at her face. The bruising was gone, and she looked healthy. Healthy and alive. Had he ever been this happy before? “That idiot gave me too many p-pills!”

“2D?” she asked, rolling her eyes when he nodded.

“H-he gave me some t’calm down, but you know what he’s like with t-those bloody things.”

He watched her sigh in frustration before pulling him back in for another hug. She was so strong, not as strong as usual but he was thankful for it anyway. Going from seeing her immobile in a bed to alive and laughing and teasing him was a miracle he could barely believe.

“I’m glad nothing’s changed, then,” Noodle said with a smile in her voice. Murdoc took a few more calming breaths to stop the giggles before hugging her back and answering.

“I dunno love, think a few things have changed since you’ve been away.”

[our-smooty]

Take Me to Church Chapter 19: Trust

Fandom: Gorillaz

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: 2doc

Tags: Car Accidents Angst Hurt/Comfort Drugs/Alcohol Implied/Referenced Suicide SuicideHealing Everything Hurts

Summary: The band is back together, but things are… weird to say the least. But when a crisis arises, can they pull it all together and be a family again?

Link to other Chapters on my Blog!

Kissing Murdoc felt different to 2D now that they’d talked. It didn’t solve all their problems and a lot of the worries he’d had were still there, but at least they’d talked things out a little. And besides, the bassist was practically melting in his arms; how could he pass up an opportunity like that?

“Stuart…” Murdoc sighed. 2D kissed him again with a bit more force running his tongue against the other’s lips in a request for access. Murdoc compiled readily, moaning quietly as Stu explored his mouth with a single-minded need. The singer could feel Murdoc’s hands fidgeting where they still held one of his. It was obvious the bassist wanted to grab on to him but was holding back. It always surprised him how gentle Murdoc could be at the strangest times.

2D made the move for him, disentangling his hand from Murdoc’s and tightening the one at the base of his neck. His now free hand roamed over the Satanist's clothed chest, up to his face, cupping it. “I want you Muds...”

Murdoc keened into their kiss in agreement, pushing himself as close as possible to the singer. With a groan 2D slid his roaming hand under Murdoc’s sweaty t-shirt, rolling a nipple between his fingers and making the bassist moan even louder. “I want you so bad Murdoc. I want you under me, beggin’ for me.”

“Yes… D I want--” Murdoc moaned between kisses. A surge of possessiveness washed through the singer. He could have this, him and Murdoc, just him and Murdoc. No birds or blokes getting in the way. 2D could have the bassist all to himself every day. He moved away from the other’s lips--much to Murdoc’s displeasure--and kissed across his nose and cheeks. The Satanist closed his eyes in bliss, allowing Stuart to shower him in affection.

“Beautiful…” the singer murmured, smoothing his fingers against Murdoc’s jawline. He smiled again as he noticed Murdoc blush at the compliment. Since they started sleeping together 2D had noticed how much Murdoc loved his soft compliments. He seemed to like them just as much as when he was rough. That gave the singer an idea.

“D’you know how handsome you are, Murdoc?” he asked, moving to kiss against the bassist's neck.

“Course I do D, I’ve had women fawnin’ over me ah--” 2D shut him up with a sharp bite to the shoulder.

“No I mean,” At a snail’s pace he dragged one hand down to settle at the other’s waist and the other into his hair, “d’you know how pretty you are to me? You’re gorgeous.” Murdoc whimpered.

2D took his time, sucking and nibbling against the other’s neck and gripping his waist firmly, keeping Murdoc planted in the moment. “You’re lovely, Muds. And you’re tryin’ so hard to be better for me. I appreciate it.”

This time Murdoc really did melt into the singer, folding over to rest his head against 2D’s shoulder, breathing heavily. The electric thrum of control sparked through 2D’s veins; he had the bassist completely, he could do anything he wanted with the other man. Fantasies flew through his mind faster than he even knew was possible. One came to the forefront, and he wrapped his arm around the other, smiling deviously.

He allowed Murdoc a few sweet seconds to resting against his shoulder before he pulled back and slipped off the bed. The bassist watched him, a look of confusion, then sadness on his face. 2D realized the other probably thought he’d changed his mind and was leaving. He was quick to shoot the other a reassuring smile. “I’ll be righ’ back. Why don’tcha get undressed for me, love?”

Murdoc visibly relaxed as he nodded in understanding. As 2D left the room he caught a glimpse of the bassist shucking his shirt over his head. The singer almost regretted telling him to get undressed, but when he remembered what he was going to get from his bedroom he reasoned it was worth it. Using the full advantage of his long strides, 2D hustled into his room and to the closet. Deep inside near the back, he pulled out a cardboard box and a plastic shopping bag. It’d been a while since he thought about either, but he knew Murdoc would enjoy them.

Within ten minutes he was back in the bassist’s bedroom. Just before entering he slowed down and took a few deep breaths. He wanted to look composed and in control when he walked back in. As he did, he got to take in the sight of Murdoc, completely naked and hard, laying back against the pillows. At first, he looked nervous, but 2D watched as he noticed him walk in and his whole demeanour changed. Murdoc was obviously trying to look more in control than he actually was.

Stifling a giggle the singer made his way toward the bed, crawling up on his knees to hold himself over the Satanist. He was close enough to see Murdoc’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed heavily, and to see the sweat on his forehead. Sitting up so he was balanced on his knees, 2D threw the box and bag down on the bed, tossing the top off the box and reaching inside. Murdoc watched him curiously, his eyes lighting up when the singer pulled out a pair of padded leather cuffs.

“Mmmm bondage? Kinky?” he joked, raising his hands above him to the headboard without 2D’s instruction. “You gonna make good on that promise to tie me down and fuck me?”

“Somethin’ like that,” 2D said with a smirk, leaning over the bassist again to secure his hands to the headboard. He took a moment to admire the older man spread out underneath him, trapped by the handcuffs. His eyes wandered down Murdoc’s chest, past his belly to his cock, which was still hard despite the waiting. 2D turned back to what he’d brought and pulled a long strip of fabric, bright red and silky, from the bag, dangling it over the other’s chest. Murdoc flinched away from the cloth of a snort.

“That tickles!”

Stu filed the information away for later and leaned down again, bringing the cloth up to his face. He gently laid it over Murdoc’s eyes and coaxed it around his head, tying it tight enough to stay in place, but loose enough not to be uncomfortable. Murdoc didn’t put up a fuss, but his body did stiffen slightly, making 2D pause.

“OK?” he asked the bassist. Murdoc took a few moments to respond, which worried him. “Murdoc?”

“Y-yeah, it’s OK,” the older responded finally. He still seemed stiff and a little on edge, so 2D leaned down and kissed him.

“You’re safe with me, Murdoc,” he whispered to the other soothingly. He continued to kiss and stroke him gently until the other seemed to calm down, sighing into 2D’s mouth. When he deemed the bassist calm enough he pulled back, delving once again into the plastic bag and coming back with some lube, a vibrator, and a soft feather. Playfully he dragged the feather over Murdoc’s hard prick, causing the other to buck against the handcuffs.

“W-what?” Murdoc wheezed out, his legs tensing and relaxing as 2D ran the feather over him again.

“Careful love. Those cuffs are padded but you don’t wanna hurt your arms or nothin’,” 2D admonished as Murdoc struggled.

“I’d be careful if you weren’t--ngh--teasing me like that!” he whined, kicking his legs in irritation. Stu watched the childish display, then set the feather aside reaching for the vibe. “Finally, come-on Dents jus’ fu-ahh--”

The singer laughed darkly as he dragged the powered-on, cock-shaped vibrator along the length of Murdoc’s prick. The bassist seized and arched his back, a deep moan ripping from his chest. “Aw Muds, am I teasin’ you too much?”

“Stu!” He continued running the vibe up and down, revelling in the way Murdoc twisted and turned. It was like he couldn’t get enough but also wanted to get away at the same time.

“God, look at you Muds. So needy, so pretty,” the singer praised as he kept teasing.

“Stu, please! Please, I need--ah!--I need more!” Murdoc begged. Feeling kind, the singer turned the vibe off and leaned down, pressing his still clothed body to Murdoc’s naked one.

“You want me to fuck you, Muds?” he asked, brushing his lips against the bassist’s as he did. Murdoc nodded, craning his neck to extend their kisses.

“Ye-yeah. I do D,” Murdoc agreed. 2D kissed him again, then pulled back again. In an uncharacteristic moment of gracefulness, he pulled off his shirt and threw it to the side, only a little peeved that he’d blindfolded the other. For a moment he considered not continuing with his plan because Murdoc looked so aroused and uncomfortable. But he shook himself out of it, and picked up the lube and squirted some out on his fingers.

“I’m gonna touch you now, be still,” he warned, caressing the other’s thigh with his clean hand. Murdoc went still, though he couldn’t help the trembling in his legs as 2D began to insert a finger. The singer thought it was kind of cute, how worked up Murdoc was, especially since all he’d really done was tie him up and touch his prick a little.

He thrust his single digit in and out of the bassist at a slow, leisurely pace. At first, Murdoc behaved himself, keeping his hips still even as his head tossed back and forth on the pillow. But eventually the slow pace began to frustrate him and his hips began to twitch and thrust against the fingers inside him. 2D was amused but immediately withdrew, grinning like a maniac.

“Murdoc…” he admonished, pretending to be disappointed. “I told you to stay still, love.”

“I-I-I did!” the bassist whined. 2D was quick to reach forward and give the other’s flank a sharp slap in warning.

“Don’t lie to me,” he ordered. Murdoc jerked from the slap, his body twisted away from the impact even as he whimpered from its sharpness. 2D let him writhe for a few seconds before taking his hips in his large hands and pinning them back in place. “So badly behaved…”

“S-sorry!” Murdoc gasped. It was obvious he was loving being manhandled and 2D filed that away for later. He never would have guessed in his wildest dreams that Murdoc could be so submissive, and look so good doing it as well.

“Looks like I’ll have to tie your legs down too, then,” Stu said, sighing dramatically just to watch the way it made Murdoc squirm. He reached into the bag again and pulled out a pair of ankle cuffs, making quick work of securing the other’s legs in a spread-eagled position. “There, that’s better, don’t you think?”

Murdoc didn’t answer and immediately 2D was honing in on the bassist’s face and body language. His posture was stiff, though that may have had something to do with being all tied up, and his head was turned away into the pillow. As he got closer 2D could see tear tracks against the silk blindfold and the slight tremor running through his body.

“Murdoc, are you ok?” he asked, moving back up so he as face to face with the bassist. Murdoc nodded but didn’t relax. 2D tried again.

“D’you need a second to catch your breath?” Murdoc nodded again, less desperately this time. 2D crawled up the bed and laid beside him, making sure not to touch the other too much in case he overwhelmed him.

Instead, the distance between them only seemed to increase Murdoc’s discomfort. “Stu! D-don't g-go--” he begged, straining against the cuffs keeping him in place. 2D immediately scooted closer, cradling him against his chest.

“S’ok Muds, I’ve gotcha,” he whispered against the other’s ear. Murdoc shivered and whined almost without a sound, pressing back against the singer’s touch as much as he could. 2D rested one boney hand on the bassist's chest, the other one coming up to touch the handcuffs.

“Were these a bad idea?” he asked and Murdoc shrugged. “Is it somethin’ else I did?”

“No,” the bassist answered, his voice rough. “I-I like it, it’s just--”

"Too much?” Murdoc nodded. “I get it, sorry Muds.” 2D went to undo the cuffs but Murdoc pulled away.

“D’you not--ah fuck I ruined it d-didn’t I?” Even with the blindfold on 2D could tell the bassist was getting upset, so he repositioned himself to be pressed as close as possible. He watched Murdoc clench and unclench his fists, his breathing still rapid.

“I-I-I’m fine, 2D,” Murdoc stammered, craning his neck to face the singer. 2D could still see the tears on his cheeks.

“I dunno Muds, you don’t look ok. We can stop if you want,” he offered, gently petting the other’s chest.

Murdoc moaned weakly, shaking the cuffs. “N-no, you’re doin’ i-it again. Fuck!”

Stu was beyond confused. “I don’t get it Murd--” he was cut off by the bassist thrashing.

“That! Y-you’re being so fuckin’ n-n-nice t’me, after everythin’ I’ve done!” 2D gaped at him, completely baffled. Did Murdoc want  him to be angry or mean? He’d already told the bassist he wasn’t going to do that. “I-I’m not fuckin’ used to it, not fuckin’ used to this!.”

Slowly, the singer began to understand. Blindfolds and chains Murdoc understood. Checking in and kissing and explicit, loving, consent he did not. “Oh, Muds…” He slid his hand up to cup the older’s face, brushing his thumb over his lips.

“Murdoc I’m bein’ gentle with you because I love you, you idiot,” he murmured, brushing away the other’s tears. “I wanna make you feel good.”

“Y-you do, you do,” Murdoc answered, kissing against Stu’s thumb.”D, I--please!”

Knowing now that Murdoc wasn’t in any pain, 2D felt comfortable reaching down and fisting his prick. “I’m the only one that can make you feel like this, aren’t I?” he asked, his grip on the other’s jaw tightening.

“Ye-yes! Stu…!”

“Louder, Murdoc.”

“YES!” the bassist shouted, bucking up into his grip. “O-only you Stu…”

2D rewarded him with a kiss for that, his unoccupied hand searching again for the dildo. “Good, now,” he ran the still-lubed head against the other’s hole. Murdoc tensed for a moment, then relaxed,” d’you wanna keep goin’?”

“I-If you don’t fuck me with tha’ thing soon I-I’ll--” 2D rolled his eyes but complied, easing the head of the fake cock into Murdoc’s ass. It was pretty big, bigger than his own dick, and in order to avoid over stimulating Murdoc too much, he made sure the vibration setting was off. Still, the older man whined and squirmed as 2D slowly filled him.

“Is that good, Muds?” he asked, admiring the way Murdoc’s hole stretched to accommodate the large dick. With half-lidded eyes he watched Murdoc writhe, completely unable to stay still anymore. He took a moment to slip out of his own trousers and wrap a large hand around his prick. “I bet you really, really want to come.”

“I do!” Murdoc moaned, turning his head towards 2D’s voice. The blindfold was damp with his tears and sweat. He looked thoroughly wrecked, but still, 2D pushed.

“Mmm be good for me then, and I’ll let you,” he replied, suddenly flicking on the vibrator up to a medium setting. Murdoc screamed, twisting and thrashing in his bonds. The singer felt himself salivate a little as Murdoc’s dick twitched, precome pooling at the tip. He imagined what the other would look like painted in his come.

“Fuck Muds, look at you,” he said breathlessly. Murdoc whimpered as he tried to bear down against the dildo, trying to get more friction. Unfortunately for him, Stu knew exactly how tight to make the bonds to prevent any movement. “You love it don’t you? Love being a slut for me.”

“Stuart!” Murdoc bellowed, looking torn between pleasure and pain. 2D could only imagine how the other felt, so close to the edge for so long, completely helpless and unable to relieve yourself in any way. He turned up the vibe to maximum.

Murdoc keened long and high. Little moans and twitches added to the beautiful display. 2D took pity on him and angled the dildo right where it’d make him come.

“Come on, Murdoc, come for me,” he cooed, feeling so close to the edge he could feel the fall. Murdoc, tears streaming down his cheeks, sobbed, his body jerking violently with each orgasmic spasm. To the singer, it looked almost painful, but Murdoc moaned through it, fists clenched. Just as Murdoc’s body began to calm down, 2D came into his own fist.

“Muds....” 2D gasped, pulling the vibrator out and switching it off. Murdoc relaxed all at once, slumping against the bed, his arms and legs going limp. The tremoring started in his spine, spreading outward, and before 2D even had a chance to move Murdoc was sobbing again.

“O-oh shit Murdoc!” Scrambling up the bed face to face with the bassist he cradled the other’s face in his hands, soothing fingers over his cheekbones. “What’s wrong?”

Murdoc continued to cry, so Stu lifted the blindfold, tossing it to the floor. The bassist's eyes were red, and he blinked a few times before locking eyes with 2D.

“Just a second, let me get the cuffs off you,” 2D said, fumbling with the locks on Murdoc’s wrists before moving on to his ankles. As soon as he was free Murdoc curled inward. 2D wasn’t sure what to do, or if the other was angry at him for something. He’d looked and sounded like he’d been enjoying himself, but how could the singer know for sure? Cautiously he approached Murdoc and laid down beside him.

“Murdoc--” he started. The older cut him off with a rib-crushing hug, his messy, dark hair buried against his chest. All Stuart could do was wrap his arms around the other’s shoulders, drawing him in close.

“I’m sorry Muds,” he apologized, threading his hand through Murdoc’s hair and gently working out the knots. The bassist shook his head, his hands roaming and pressing over Stu’s back. “Uh, I’m not sorry?”

Murdoc calmed down at this a little, though his grip on the other’s abdomen was still a little uncomfortable. Outside the door, 2D heard the stomp of Russel’s feet going down the stairs and the slam of the front door. He’d have to apologize to the drummer again later for the noise.

“Fuck…” Murdoc took a couple deep, shaky breaths. 2D looked down to see dark eyes looking up at him and smiled slightly.

“You alrigh’?” he asked quietly. Murdoc nodded, returning his head to the singer's shoulder.

“It was jus’...” 2D didn’t need him to finish the sentence to get what he meant.

“Yeah, it was.”

The quiet between them was comfortable like they both knew what the other needed. Eventually though, Murdoc began to shift and fidget, so 2D let go of him and gave him some space to do what he needed.

“Look at me, gettin’ you all snotty over a good fuck…” he said deprecatingly. 2D shook his head with a sigh.

“S’fine Muds, I get it.”

“I don’t think you do,” Murdoc answered, sitting up. 2D followed suit. “You weren’t too rough or nothin’, you coulda been rougher. I woulda let you. I’d probably like it even. You’re too good D, I’m still waitin’ for you to change your mind and leave.”

“I’m not gonna leave. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right.” 2D took both of Murdoc’s hands in his own.

“That’s really gay, D,” Murdoc mumbled, but 2D could see he was blushing a little. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes and imagined that he was one, two, three years in the future, waking up with Murdoc beside him. It was a nice picture. Stu opened his eyes.

“D’you maybe want to go downstairs and watch some shit telly with me?” he asked, catching the bassist off guard for a moment. Murdoc then smiled, edging his way to the side of the bed and standing, giving 2D a perfect view of his back and ass.

“That sounds great, actually.”

[gems-on-a-plastic-beach]

Gorillaz React

So a while back, posted this fanfic on FF.net. Now I got this blog I decided I might as well share this stupid little thing I wrote. :)

"So uh, correct me if I'm wrong. You've gathered all of us here, not to discuss promotions, not to discuss the website, but to film us watching... A sodding Youtube video?"

Murdoc had a perplexed look on his face mixed with slight annoyance. He wasn't quite caught up on all these new trends on Facetube or Snaptagram, or whatever those bloody websites were called. And frankly, he had no desire to be.

Noodle and 2D were more turned into social media, but Noodle was always busy focusing on their music, being the passionate worker she is, and 2D was... Well, he was 2D. Could the job really be left in capable hands with him? This was precisely why Gorillaz hired a manager for their media. Someone who was young and knew what they were doing. The same manager that they'd recently hired for their Youtube channel had called the four of them into the living room of their new HQ: the Spirit House, all sat in a row on the couch, with Youtube up on the TV and the cameras ready.

"Yeah, I don' get this. Wot's all this about? We answering live fan questions or sumthin?" 2D asked, exchanging a few confused looks with the other band members.

"Well no. It's not live and it isn't exactly a Q&A. I know it sounds strange, but keep in mind that this could be considered a type of promotion in of itself." The young manager explained. "Have the four of you by chance heard of the Youtube channel TheFineBros?"

The band exchanged a few confused glances. None of them could say they have.

"Nope." Russel said flatly.

"Can't say I have, no." Noodle said.

"I 'ave no idea what your talkin' about." 2D said bluntly.

"Do you really think I care to know about these silly little "channels", or whatever they are? What the hell does this have to do with us?" Murdoc said irritably.

The manager was losing them. It was better to just get straight to the point. "Uh, well okay. So this channel hosts a series of videos where they have different people of different age groups react and discuss various videos shown to them with topics to do with popular culture, current events, music and movies of the like. Recently, they did a video with some people reacting to a few of your music videos, and discussing them."

The band now started to gain interest, except for Murdoc of course. Bored as hell and lighting up yet another cig.

"It's a video with young people who may have grown up with your music. It's called "College Kids React to Gorillaz"."

Murdoc suddenly looked up. "Wait, wait, wait, wait. College kids?" His tune had miraculously changed to something far more enthusiastic. "By "college" kids, this video wouldn't by chance happen to include any college-age gir-"

Before Murdoc could even finish his sentence, 2D started laughing and Noodle was giggling. Russel just groaned, burying his bald head in his palm.

"Oh for god's sake, Murdoc. Can you not go ten minutes without thinking with your wrinkly old nether regions?" Russel sighed in annoyance. Always the more mature and paternal one of the group.

Murdoc leaned over with a sleazy smile. "Oh, sure Russ. I remember that of all things, you don't seem to possess a pulse. Heheheh."

"Hey, I have a pulse just like anybody else. I just don't go off mindlessly chasing tail like an animal. I don't have delusions of someone half my damn age having any interest in me. Unlike you, ya damn unwashed geriatric." Murdoc sneered at the last remark.

"Yeah Mudz, ya dirty ol' geezer." 2D snickered.

Russel quickly turned to face 2D. "Oh Shut up, 'D. You're just as bad and you know it. Don't try to pretend you're any better. I'm the one who does the laundry 'round here and unfortunately I've come across your stash, and I've seen those stains on your sheets!" Murdoc and Noodle sputtered with laughter while 2D began to blush. Murdoc even shed a tear, he was laughing so hard. Quite embarrassed, the manager tried to interrupt the raunchy banter, but Russel kept going, now with a grin.

"Even now you still take multiple girls back to your bed, many half your age. And judging by your masturbatory material, you into some nasty shit, man. You're no better than Murdoc, you're just more covert about it."

2D was still red in the face, but managed to laugh along. "Ay, I'm not the one to blame there, mate. It's the birds over the years that introduced me to all that kinky shit. The girls love it, I just went along with it and heh, it ain't that nasty. Ya really don't know what your missing." He said with a cocked eyebrow and a cheeky grin. 2D may have been a sweetheart, but he wasn't a chaste guy by a long shot.

Russel scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, you skinny pervert."

The manager stood there awkwardly. They raised an eyebrow at Noodle. "How have you dealt with this for so long?"

Noodle smiled and shrugged. "Aw, there's little that shocks me. I'm not precious, I can handle it." She then smirked devilishly, and winked. "Besides, I happen to get mine quite aplenty these days."

Murdoc and 2D whooped and cheered for her, like they were a bunch of lads down at the pub, proud of their mate getting laid for the first time. Russel however, turned away and pretended desperately not to hear what she said. She may be 27, but Noodle was always going to be his baby girl after all.

This had gone off the rails enough. Although it wasn't unusual for this lot. Tangents were an everyday norm for Gorillaz.

"Ahem. Back on track- Today, the four of you are going to react to their video of them reacting to you."

"Oh? so it's a reaction of a reaction? Interesting." Russel said.

"Aw yeah, this is what they call a paradox, right?" 2D asked without thinking.

"Heh, not quite, 2D." Noodle said with a smile.

"Ughhh. No, dullard. A paradox is a contradiction." Murdoc groaned, without much patience for the singer's ignorance.

"Really? Oh yeah..." 2D said, spacing out a bit.

Murdoc looked to the young manager. "Okay, alright, I'm with ya, kid. Let's just this done, yeah?"

"Okay guys." The thumbs up was given and the video started.

The video had a cold opening, the first shot with a pretty blonde girl watching the last few seconds of the video for 'Feel Good Inc'.

"That song's so good. I wanna listen to it on my way home now." She commented.

"Well, well. I think we are off to a grrreat start, Haheheh." Murdoc said loudly, with a lecherous grin and that gravely laugh of his. The others groaned.

"Shh! Mudz, come on man." Russel hushed him.

"So today we're going to show you a medley of music from a popular band, starting with their new song and then going into their bigger hits".

The video shown within the video was the start of Saturnz Barz, showcasing each of the young adult's reactions.

"What is this?"

"Oh yeah, It's Gorillaz!"

"This is Gorillaz! Ohhh, I'm so excited!"

"Hehe, I like that guy's enthusiasm!" Noodle said.

"I'm so excited for their comeback." One of the girls said.

"Well get excited honey, because we are BACK!" Murdoc proclaimed.

"I wanna be part of the Gorillaz!" A dude with a yellow beanie said, clearly a fan.

2D laughed nervously. "Well, heheh, I'd be careful what you wish for there, mate. Otherwise you'll end up in a series of unfortunate events, and might find yourself held prisoner by a slimy green bass player, several leagues under the bloody sea!" 2D shot a glare at Murdoc.

"Oh come on, 2D. Let it go. It's been years." Murdoc waved him off.

2D muttered what sounded like: "Fuckin' wanker." under his breath.

The music video was now into Popcaan's verse. Some of the kids seemed taken aback by the surreal visuals.

"I was digging the animation until it got really trippy."

"They seem unfamiliar with our aesthetic." Noodle commented.

"Haha. If only you knew mate." Murdoc chuckled.

"This is different from what they usually do."

"This is so different and creative."

"The pizza's talking. That's so cool!"

"See Murdoc? I told you young people still appreciate artistry." Noodle said to Murdoc.

"Yeah well, They may have picked out an alright bunch." Murdoc shrugged.

"How do they come up with these things?" A brunette with red lipstick asked.

"Personal experiences, love. If not, then a cocktail of LSD and Vodka and three days lack of sleep." Murdoc stated.

"Or, a creative imagination." Russel spoke up.

Murdoc snorted. "Imagination. Pfft, yeah, that what is."

"This is like the weirdest music video I've ever seen!" The blonde girl said.

"The weirdest you've ever seen, love?" 2D laughed. "You ain't seen much of the 90's then. Bjork, Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails. Their shit was proper crazy!"

"To be fair, she doesn't look like your average Manson or Nine Inch Nails listener, does she?" Murdoc pointed out.

"Pretty much." 2D chuckled.

"It's very them, but it's kinda creeping me out." Another of the girls said.

"It was damn creepy that day when we shot it, that's for sure." Russel shivered at the memories of that possessed bed and eldritch-like creature messing with him.

"To be honest, I'm not really digging the song." A guy in grey said.

"Well fuck you too, ya little cu-" Murdoc swore.

"Murdoc!" Noodle pulled him up. "Come on, don't be a dick. Everyone's entitled to their own tastes." He grumbled in response.

"It looks like a horror film!" The blonde girl exclaimed.

"Heh, well that's the idea. We're all horror fans to an extent, love. Saying a video from us looks like a horror film is like saying a video from Daft Punk looks like a Sci-Fi." 2D grinned.

The video of Saturnz Barz came to an end, with the final lines from Murdoc and Russel. "Breakfast?" "Oh Yeah! I got a real appetite."

"What in the world?"

"That's so sick. It's Gorillaz, dude, I'm excited for their comeback!"

"I wish I was this creative. I write songs about breakups." A guy in a red flannel shirt said.

"Hey, there ain't nuffin wrong wiv that, man." 2D spoke. "I was in that position once when I was in my teens. Writin' silly songs about girls. But if yew just keep going and doing what yew love, you'll get better wiv time. There ain't much of a science to it. It's just something that'll come to you wiv life experience."

Noodle smiled. "Well said, D-chan." "Yeah man." Russel agreed.

"Well uh, hm. You did have my help, dullard. If it weren't for me you'd still be writing hack tunes." Murdoc bragged. The other two frowned. It was well known that Murdoc often took the writing credit from other band members, particularly 2D. The blue haired front man was famously ditzy, but he was far more lyrically talented than given credit for. Murdoc resented him for it. He wasn't a bad lyricist, but a was jealous he didn't even have half of 2D's poetic gift.

"Actually," Murdoc began, "Come to think of it, they seem to have missed the greatest part of the video."

"And which part was that?" Noodle asked him. Murdoc flamboyantly waved his hands and let his long tongue roll out of his mouth.

"THE BATH!" He bellowed.

"SHUT UP, MURDOC!" The three others yelled at him while he cackled. Not at all pretty image they had to remember.

The video next showed the visuals for two of the band's new songs, 'We Got the Power' and 'Andromeda'. But since they were shown quite short there was little to say, although the college kids seemed to like them.

"One of the greatest things that defines Gorillaz is that ironically, they aren't defined by a genre. They make so much different music and no song is alike." The guy in the yellow beanie in the video explained.

"Mad respect, man. This dude here knows what he's talking about." Russel smiled. The others nodded in agreement.

"Oh wow, I'm buying this album! When's it coming out?" The brunette with red lipstick asked.

"April 28th, honey! Mark it down darlin', Huhuheh." Murdoc laughed that gravely laugh of his again. "Down, boy." Russel hushed Murdoc.

"Now here's a few more songs from earlier in their career." The interviewer in the video said.

"Alright, peeps. Let's see what the kids make of the classics, eh?" Murdoc grinned, clapping his hand together.

The video for 'Clint Eastwood' was showcased, the sound bringing back a whirl of nostalgia for the band members.

"I aint happy, I'm feeling glad, I got sunshine in a bag..." It was familiar to most of the young adults, and some started to even sing along.

"Holy shit, lads. It's been YEARS since I've actually seen this video." 2D gasped. "Geez, look how young we are! Hey, look at you, Noodle! Look at cha, yer such a little muffin!" 2D grinned at Noodle and affectionately nudged her rib. She smiled warmly back at him like he was a doting older brother. They didn't seem to interact much on camera or in interviews, but they had a sweet bond in reality.

"How many years has it been since this song was released?" The brunette in the video inquired.

"Jesus, about... 16 years?" 2D looked at others. "Yeah, yeah. It was 2001. 16 years... Wow." Russel said with awe.

"You were 11 Noodle, I was 23." 2D reminisced. "Yeeaaah... And now Faceache, You're 39." Murdoc drawled, looking at 2D with a shit-eating grin. "How pray tell, does it feel?"

2D frowned, before shooting back a cocky look. "Welp, feels a lot better than bein' 50, ya old git." Murdoc laughed for once at 2D's jab at him. "Ah mate, If I weren't in such a good mood, I'd sock you for that one." 2D grinned back. It was rare for him and Murdoc to have these moments of friendly banter.

"This is giving me Cartoon Network vibes." The guy in grey said.

"It's funny he says that. We were supposed to have our own TV show, but it never got off the ground." Russel pointed out.

Del the Funky Homosapien's rap started in the video. Russel hung his head a bit in sadness for the loss of his dearly departed friend.

"Del. Oh Del. It's been years." Russel sighed mournfully. "You okay, Russ?" 2D asked him.

Russel nodded reassuringly. "Yeah, nah. Yeah don't worry, I'm fine. It's just- you know how it is." The others nodded sympathetically. Russel went through a rough patch after Del was exorcized from his mind, so it was understandable how he felt.

'Clint Eastwood' ended in the video. It was a song liked by pretty much everybody.

"Classic song. I totally know it, but can't think of the name."

"I like the gritty look of each character and the fact that they each have their own kind of personality."

"Well, in the late 90's and early 2000's, there wasn't much of a competition to have a personality in music." Murdoc bragged. "We turned the world upside down! Unlike those teeny bopper shits. They wouldn't have known what real personality was if it turned around and punched 'em in the teeth!"

The next music video showcased was 19-2000. Another video the band hadn't seen in a long time.

"The world is spinning too fast, and I'm buying Nike shoes, to keep myself tethered to the days I tried to lose..."

"I want to know what they look like, instead of these little characters!" Two of the girls in the video said.

"Whatcha see is whatcha get, honey! This is us as we are!" Murdoc said proudly. Although he had a feeling this was going to go a in direction that he wasn't at all pleased about.

"Have they shown their faces on newer concerts?"

Murdoc scowled. This brought back an irritable memory. "Well, no. But that's cause the last time we went on tour, that backstabbing bastard, Damon Albarn stole MY BAND! IT'S MY BAND!" Murdoc stood up and started yelling. He was of course referring to the Plastic Beach tour. "We were holed up in the dressing room for every show! All the bloody doors were jammed and we couldn't get out!"

Russel pulled Murdoc back down on the couch. "Take it easy, man."

Murdoc scoffed. "Oh, shut up Russ. You weren't there! You can't speak for us. Right 2D?" 2D scratched his head. "Well uh, yeah. It was pretty unpleasant being stuck in the dressing room for every show with a grumpy old dick and a psychotic robot." 2D despised that artificial Cyborg that was modelled after Noodle, and was quite happy to hear that the real Noodle destroyed the damn thing.

The next video was 'DARE'. Noodle grinned.

"You've got to press it on you, you just think it, that's what you do, baby, hold it down, DARE..."

"Ah, yes. One of my favourites." she said. "Only because you're the only one in it. You didn't even tell us you were filming it!" Murdoc said to her. Noodle grinned at him. Murdoc couldn't help but grin back. He couldn't stay mad at her.

"Oh my gosh! I know this song!"

"This is Gorillaz? I had no idea!"

Murdoc nodded his head to the beat. "Oh yeah, me mate Shaun Ryder was on this. He even let us borrow his head for the music video!"

"Turn the lights on and off real quick, so I can get into the mood." The girl with red lipstick swayed with the beat.

"Aw, she's cute. She my favourite!" 2D smiled. "Speak for yourself, 'D. I'm into the blonde. Hahahah." Murdoc laughed lecherously.

"Goddammit, you two! Keep it in your pants." Russel snapped at them. They laughed at his reaction.

"They did the DJ music before it was DJ music." The blonde girl said.

"Not exactly. The 80's and 90's were the golden age for the DJs. We just borrowed elements of it." Russel explained.

"I like that in the video they mixed the animation with a real life person."

"But wait, we are like, real life people." 2D said, confused. Murdoc shook his head. "Oh no. They're going to feed them the lie. I just know it."

"All right, come on, you got Feel Good Inc." The guy in the red flannel shirt said.

"Windmill, windmill, for the land, turn forever hand in hand..."

"Oh yes. The song that launched a million IPods!" Murdoc said.

"I mean, at the time it was overplayed, but I gotta say, I'm still really proud of that chorus, if I do say so myself." 2D nodded.

"And so you should be 'D." Noodle smiled at him. "This is one of your best performances." 2D blushed a little and smiled.

"Maybe the first song every Gorillaz fan has heard."

"This is like music you listen to driving down the highway, or next to the beach."

"I'm hearing a lot of similarities between their old music and their new music."

"That bass line is so funky!"

"I know right? Still such a fucking sexy tune after all these years." Murdoc chuckled. He wasn't known for modesty.

"I must say," Noodle chimed in. "Demon Days is my pride and joy. Despite all the mayhem that happened to us after, I'm still so proud of how the album turned out." The others agreed. Demon Days may very well have been their Magnum Opus. The video within in the video came to an end.

"Every song is so different, they have one that sounds like R&B and another that sounds like a poppy boy band."

"Don't know which one sounded like a boy band song." 2D said with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm gonna go and listen to them on Spotify now!"

"They're working with so many of my new favourite artists, so it's really sick to have Gorillaz who are so [BLEEP]ing awesome from when I was a kid, to now be even better."

"They fucking censor the fucking swearing? Well, that's fucked." Murdoc said, followed by a laugh.

"The point is, it's real gratifying to see kids who grew up with our music, now returning as adults to show support for the new music." Russel explained.

"Aaaand some of 'em have grown up to be real lookers, Hwahahah- OW, RUSS!" Russel gave Murdoc a smack on the back of the head before he could continue. 2D and Noodle laughed. Murdoc could never help himself.

"So this is Gorillaz, who are well known for not being an actual band, but a virtual band." The interviewer in the video explained to the college kids.

"I knew it!" Murdoc started to yell at the screen. "I knew they were going to feed them the lie! We are real, dammit! It's just a conspiracy conjured up by those wankers Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett!"

"Is it like a Hatsune Miku kind of thing?" One of the kids asked.

"Noodle! What's a Hatsune Miku?" Murdoc barked, still fuming. "Oh well, it's uh. It's a thing created by Yamaha. A marketing thing to sell voice synthesizers." She explained.

"The band consists of two permanent members, one who does the music and one who does the visuals."

"Hewlett may have helped with the visuals over the years, but Damon takes the credit for MY work. It's MY BAND!" Murdoc exclaimed.

"Chill down a bit, Murdoc." 2D said. "You of all people should be more angry, Faceache! Albarn takes all the credit for your vocals!" Murdoc informed him.

"What? Yew serious!?" 2D frowned. "The fuckin' bastard..."

"The reason they created the band was to comment on the lack of substance in popular music."

"Now there's some truth in that." Russel said. "The landscape of popular music at the time was so devoid of soul."

Murdoc agreed. "Yeah, too right mate. From hangers on of the already dead Grunge period like Creed and Limp Bizkit... Ugggh, to dime-a-dozen manufactured groups like Five or S Club 7. 2D actually used to screw one of the birds from that lot."

"Oy, what does that have to do with anythin'? You're the one that fucked that up for me Mudz." 2D frowned at him.

"That's so amazing! That's like a true artist."

"I love it! There's like, mystery behind it."

"That's so innovative."

"It forces the audience to focus more on the music instead of like, "I like this song because it's Nicki Minaj". It makes you focus on whether you truly like the song or not."

"It's good to see that the attitude of thinking for yourself is alive and well." Noodle said. "I've never lost hope for my generation in the artistic standpoint."

"The Chainsmokers are two guys but have new artists come in and help them with their songs. It feels like that's what they're doing."

"Who the bloody hell are the Chainsmokers?" 2D asked. "No idea" Murdoc shook his head. "Me neither" said Russel. "An electronic duo." Noodle said. "They're not anything special."

"So coming in April, Gorillaz will be releasing their first full album since 2011."

"That's right. Album drops April the 28th." Russel grinned.

"Are you going to check it out when it gets released?" The interviewer asked the young adults.

"Hell yeah, they're one of my all-time favourite bands."

"Yeah! They've had so many hits."

"Now that I know more about them, yeah."

"Hell yes! I'm going down to my local music shop, gonna pick up the album, and that's getting played for a month straight."

And with that, the video of the College kids reacting to Gorillaz concluded.

The manager for their channel cleared their throat to gain the band's attention. "So... Do you guys have any final thoughts on this? The kids from the vid may very well watch this one."

"Right, well. I'll go first then, kiddos." Murdoc spoke up before anyone else had the time to talk. "Even if though they were fed the lie that we don't talk about, in all sincerity it was good to see the new stuff gaining attention. And I was honestly shocked that so many of them knew who we were. I assumed the young people had mostly just forgotten about us and moved on to the next big flash in the pan. But nope, sometimes the kiddy winks really do surprise you with how turned on they really are. So uh, thanks for the support and... one more thing: IT'S MY BAND! And don't any of you forget it."

"Ahem," Noodle started. "I'm sure I'm not much older than these people, but it makes me happy to see such other open-minded individuals. I appreciate the passion from some and the curiosity from others. It's was also kind of fun to get a bit of a blast from the past. Some of that stuff I hadn't seen in years. I hope we get see at least some of you when we go on tour!" She smiled.

Russel's turn. "Well, I've said many times before, but it's always going to be the young people who are the most open-minded, while simultaneously being the most misunderstood. It's very easy to write off young people as a shallow, collective stereotype of kids who only follow the trends, and what the media tells them to do. But that's just what the media want you to believe. Not just young people, but even young kids are smarter than you think. Don't write off what they say just because of their age."

"Got a bit deep there, Russ." Murdoc said.

The band then turn to 2D, fiddling with a cigarette. "Wot? Oh yeah, guess it's my turn." he thought about what to say for a moment, before sharing his thoughts.

"Well, I have to say seein' this video was uhh... heartwarming. Yeah, that's a good word for it. Some of these people would've been very lil' kids when the first album dropped. Hell, I know there's some fans that weren't even born when it came out. But to see that so many people have stuck with us for so long, that's incredible. To say to all of the fans, yew've all grown up to be such smart, thoughtful, compassionate, creative and even handsome or beautiful young adults. And that's something to be proud of yerselfs for. If anyone has big aspirations for anything, like not just music, yew've just gotta stay strong and keep working to achieve what you wish for. If yew've got the passion, the world will beat a path to your door... Or drive a car through a store window and knock you out catatonic, as well as both yer eyes, but that may just be me."

That was... more meaningful than they expected. Noodle clapped for 2D. Russel grinned proudly while Murdoc game a small smile. "Ehh, Not bad, Mr Stu-Pot. Not bad."

"All right guys, I think that's a wra-" The manager froze.

"What's wrong?" Asked Murdoc. They turned to face the band nervously.

"I uhh... I think I pressed the wrong button... I forgot to press record on the camera. We'll have to record this reaction again."

"WHAT!?" The four yelped.

They sacked their Youtube manager the next day.