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They’re so fucking exhausted.
The band is taking a break from production, now that Song Machine is finished. 2020 had been a fucked up year, that was collectively agreed upon. What’s worse, is that they all went back to Plastic Beach, the one place that everybody had collectively been at their lowest an entire decade ago. Murdoc was his shittiest, 2D was at his lowest depressive stage of life, Noodle was forced to grow up too quickly, and Russel was left to once again be the protector of the group, when he just as desperately needed someone there for him, too.
And now? They’re all back, safe and sound and left with a million fucking questions and even fewer answers. What else is new?
It has been about three months since their return home from Plastic Beach. The band is functioning a hell of a lot better than anyone anticipated, mostly because of the fact that Murdoc is actually trying to straighten his shit out. He’s not perfect, far from it. He’s a piece of shit, actually, and the rest of the band felt like nobody emphasized that enough.
The “FreeMurdoc” bullshit still boggles 2D’s mind, even now that the two are on good terms. Stellar terms, actually, if you consider snogging in the hallways late at night “good terms”.
That development had been rather recent, but not surprising. Ever since the release of The Now Now, the energy between them has been different. When Murdoc returned from prison, 2D was not thrilled. He had expected literally nothing from Murdoc, and Murdoc was determined to prove the man wrong (Noodle had also threatened to slice his throat, so that was definitely a contributing factor).
When Murdoc originally listened to the album, he felt his blood boil. For a while, he couldn’t listen beyond Tranz. He had absolutely no right to be angry; 2D was happy, confident and better off, and that didn’t sit well with Murdoc.
It wasn’t until he got to Fireflies that Murdoc realized he was angry merely because he thought 2D would forget about him.
Humility and Tranz frustrated him, Kansas made him think twice, Fireflies was a punch to the gut, and Souk Eye had finished the job by effectively ripping his heart out before absolutely obliterating it. It had been too much, and Murdoc fucking hated himself for a while. A damn good while. It didn’t make prison any easier, but it’s not like this is a pity-party for the bastard. He had it coming.
Things are different, now, though. 2D is different, Murdoc noticed. He was definitely a cocky little shit during The Now Now, but that quickly fizzled out once Murdoc arrived, only to return when 2D realized the man was actually encouraging the behavior. The rest of the band didn’t really see why, but Noodle and Russel really didn’t have it in them to question Murdoc any more than they already do.
Their lives had improved, slowly but surely, until Murdoc fucked up (again) by literally stabbing 2D with his failed truth serum. That was a pretty big blow for the band, but they recovered, like they always did. And then they were hit with the reality of Plastic Beach, and how that hell-hole really fucked these people up all those years ago. The entire band had chosen to forget it ever happened, and moved on.
Jokes on them, the Universe had other plans.
And 2D didn’t fucking have to save Murdoc. The older man has proved time and time again that he can’t be trusted, but 2D saved his life anyway because the younger knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hadn’t done it.
When 2D had yanked Murdoc to the other side of the portal, he felt the weight of the man above him so clearly that 2D instinctively wrapped his arms around the older man, hugging tight as if he were afraid to ever let go again.
And that’s when it started.
It started off quick, almost rushed. The first time they kissed, Murdoc had been above 2D after being pulled from the portal. It was leisurely, slow, almost natural. But the second time? The second time, 2D, 2D, gangly limbs and all, had pushed Murdoc to a wall when the two were passing by one another late at night in the hallway upstairs. 2D had trapped Murdoc with his long arms, Murdoc’s hands instinctively reaching up to splay out against 2D’s chest.
It was aggressive, impatient and a battle for dominance. Strange, really, because 2D never fought back like he had when they first started their weird system. His confidence from The Now Now had returned, violently. Murdoc knew he fucking loved men, even more so than women most of the time, but he was utterly destroyed feeling another man dominate him like 2D had that night. Murdoc craved it soon after, a desperate need to be put in his goddamn place for the first time in his entire life.
Maybe it was his body’s way of saying he’s sorry for the abusive dominance he’s had over 2D for two decades.
Three months later, and the situation had gone from “I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re gonna like it” to “I’m gonna fuck your pretty little mouth and then kiss you softly afterwards”. It’s a sticky, complicated situation that Murdoc isn’t used to. He never got himself involved with commitment, because his life was too hellish for anyone he met. His personality was shit, too, so there’s that.
But 2D saw more in the older man, despite the fact that Murdoc was completely undeserving of 2D’s attention. Underneath the shitty, abused soul (that technically wasn’t even a soul, because Murdoc fucking sold it to Satan), there was a softer, more frail human that had a million walls built up around him. He’s shown kindness before, especially with Noodle. He loves her, he really does. Raised her, practically, which really sucks for Noodle and it’s a miracle she turned out as amazing as she is. A goddess, that one is.
That kindness was a big reason as to why 2D doesn’t want to let go. When he was younger, Murdoc had often been kind- kind, funny, and overall pleasant to be around. Those moments were fucking rare back in the day, however. Regardless, they’re still positive memories 2D holds near and dear to his heart.
2D had always known he’s in love with Murdoc. It was a bigger problem when he was younger, a fool in his twenties that was hopelessly in love with a man that should’ve been left for dead years ago. But he’s in love, and that was never something 2D could control. In his late twenties, when the feelings were fresh and giddy and silly, 2D had managed to say something while the two were smoking together one night.
The reaction the younger received was far from positive.
But that was then, and this is now. Now, 2D had a lap-full of Murdoc, sitting in his bed and attacking the man’s mouth like he’s starved for it. Pale hands gripped Murdoc’s ass, hands slipped underneath worn briefs, a hand at each side. They still haven’t talked about what it all means, the situation getting far too heated for either of them to even try when they saw each other. Every time they fucked, however, Murdoc found it harder and harder to leave 2D’s room for the night. Sixteen shags in, and Murdoc officially began staying the night. Not by first choice- oh no, he’d deny that. But it was 2D who had asked, pleading and wrapping his long, deft digits around Murdoc’s wrist as he laid in bed, fucked out of his mind.
He caved immediately, unable to deny this man.
That occurred about a month and a half ago. It’s much easier to simply stay in the warm confines of 2D’s ridiculously long limbs until morning, nowadays. Murdoc looked forward to it, even, waking up to a pretty man with his face buried into a bony chest.
Things had grown out of hand, Murdoc realized.
But that didn’t matter right now, not when 2D had that tight grip on his ass and a tongue down his throat. Murdoc always reciprocated the aggressive tongue-fucking, his own creepy-ass tongue wrapping tightly around 2D’s own or literally fucking 2D’s throat with it. 2D always took that like a champ, somehow defiant yet pliant as he took the welcomed attack. Murdoc’s core always burned when he could feel 2D’s throat, constricting around that stupid tongue just like Murdoc’s ass would around-
“You’re gentler tonight- c’mon, mate, wanna feel it.”
2D ignored Murdoc’s complaints, his nips growing softer and more attentive. The younger is obviously falling into the very role that Murdoc feared most; loving, attentive, and fucking doting. He’s licking over the deep bruises left behind against Murdoc’s neck, as if to apologize for the inflicted pain as his hands squeeze tighter at Murdoc’s ass.
The older is so undeserving, but he’s trying, dammit. However, he can only swallow so much of 2D’s kindness in one night. One lifetime, even. 2D only knew how to give, and Murdoc was a fucking leech- taking and taking and taking.
“You’re over thinkin’. I can hear it, Muds.”
“Oh hush, don’t worry ‘bout me, fool.” He rolls his hips, effectively dragging a groan from the man below him. 2D’s still in a t-shirt, but remained in his own briefs. Very little separated their begging want, Murdoc hot to the touch as he gyrated.
2D’s hands grip the muscle beneath his palms, pulls up, squeezes, then releases Murdoc’s ass before moving his hands to grip his bony waist.
“‘M always gonna worry-“ Murdoc cuts him off before the younger can finish, silencing him with an aggressive kiss. 2D can’t help but moan against his lips, rolling his hips upwards in time with Murdoc before he grips Murdoc’s wrists and holds both in one hand, pulling those calloused hands tightly behind Murdoc’s back. The older pulls back, grunting at the odd but familiar position.
Murdoc knew what that meant.
“Again? Really?” He raises a judging eyebrow, but it’s not like 2D can really see it with his ridiculous fringe.
2D can’t help the smile that etches his tired features. “Why not? You look pretty every time-“
“ Don’t.”
“Please? You don’t have to, you don’t, but- fuck, Muds, you jus’ look so good when you do it ‘nd it gets me off every time…”
He’s looking up at Murdoc like he’s already been fucked stupid, his eyes begging and his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.
Murdoc’s heart squeezes at the sight, and at the words.
“…Fine, you can have me.” He surrenders, shoulders going slack in submission. But it’s not like it was undesired- far from it. He’s pretty sure he rather be bent over a table and destroyed than fuck 2D himself. Which is odd, and definitely out of character for the older man. But by Satan, does he like being fucked to oblivion by this man. He should be embarrassed, really, but he’s absolutely not.
2D’s face splits into a grin, the hand at Murdoc’s wrists tightening. He leans in, sucking another dark bruise into blood-warm skin. After pulling off of Murdoc’s addicting neck, 2D lets one hand glide downwards, slow and teasing as he traces the line of Murdoc’s sharp hip bones before tauntingly tugging at the waistband of those sinful, tight briefs.
It’s funny, really, how Murdoc can look so fucking pretty to 2D, especially after knowing the stupid, funny shit Murdoc does. He’s pretty sure people forgot about the Rock The House music video, which is a crime on it’s own. The older man looked like a fucking idiot, the idiocy growing with each hip thrust in that video. And the fucking Egyptian silk- how could anybody get over that? It was also so fucking obvious he wanted to take it in the ass and 2D doesn’t know how he didn’t see it sooner. That man is ridiculous, dorky, and absolutely the least sexy person 2D knows. And somehow, that’s what makes Murdoc so damn attractive to the younger man. Murdoc is just so… himself, and he never cared who saw.
Murdoc growls softly with impatience, rolling his hips once more. The single hand holding Murdoc’s wrists behind him tightens, death-like in their grip.
The atmosphere changes.
“You sure you wanna play like that, tonight?” 2D snaps the waistband, a welcomed sting coming to Murdoc’s skin. Murdoc’s breath hitches, his brain trying to process his options. 2D had an on and off switch; he can be the kindest, most loving and patient lover. Or- or, he can be the snarkiest, most taunting and degrading dom Murdoc has ever seen.
He blames his absence during The Now Now for that confidence.
Murdoc’s eyes fall onto 2D’s lips, a long tongue swiping to lick his own. Hips roll again, right over 2D’s obvious arousal. He hisses in reply, and suddenly Murdoc’s world is literally flipped, 2D switching their positions so he has Murdoc on his back, straddling that bony, sharp waist.
The younger smiles above him, damn him.
“Careful, I might come after you with praise again.”
“ Satan, please don’t-“
2D chuckles, leaning over and capturing Murdoc’s lips once more. The man below him groans, hands instinctively reaching up to grip the headboard as he does so routinely when they do this.
“So obedient-“
“ 2D-“
Murdoc flashes his pointed teeth, but 2D’s used to his snarls and snapping. They mean nothing when they’re like this. It’s merely a display, a mask that 2D loves to slowly, teasingly remove.
2D strips his shirt, Murdoc’s eyes watching his every movement with desire and impatience. He wants so badly to get his hands on that perfect, milky skin, hands gripping wood tightly as he resists. But he knows better; the punishment would definitely come after, and Murdoc’s so fucking tempted to get 2D to do just that.
But 2D has his own ideas.
“How about this,” He pulls Murdoc’s legs over his shoulders, sinking down to kiss the inside of Murdoc’s thigh. “You get what you want, but only if you let me tell you how pretty you are.” He’s smiling again, because he knows damn well how awful Murdoc is at taking praise. It’s so hard for him to take words that were kind, gentle, and meant for him without either orgasming right then and there, or fucking crying. Usually, both at the same time.
“You have a weird idea of kinks, D-“
“‘That’s rich coming from you, Muds- do I really need to remind you of the-“
“ Hey, you liked it, don’t give me shit-“
“So is that a yes?” A hot, dripping tongue flattens out over Murdoc’s clothed cock, making his hips jolt.
“Fuck- fine, whatever you want-“
2D silences him with another lap to his cock, grinning against warm skin. “You’re gonna regret saying that.”
And regret he did. 2D pulled Murdoc’s briefs off in one swift motion, his mouth replacing the fabric almost instantaneously. A soft whine is drug from Murdoc’s lips, hips stuttering once before 2D pins them to the bed. 2D kisses the base, the shaft, then stops at the tip before teasing the slit. Moans are heard above, pleading for 2D to move quicker but Murdoc knows better than to believe 2D will just give him what he wants.
“Wanna hear you, Muds-“ 2D reaches up, long limb and deft, slender fingers reaching for Murdoc’s mouth. Murdoc knows this routine well, and anticipated as such. His jaw drops, lets pale digits invade his mouth, then closes his lips around them with purpose. The older moans around them, allowing 2D to gently fuck into his heated mouth. When they’re coated, 2D pulls his hand away to tease at an already loose entrance, the man below him squirming and practically begging for it with his body language.
“If you don’t rail me right now-“
He’s cut off with a sharp gasp, a mouth back on his cock and three fingers slipping through. “You’re taking me so well, Muds, still loose from the other night?”
A strangled moan is 2D’s only confirmation. A salacious grin spreads across 2D’s face before he dives back down, stretching Murdoc carefully as his mouth attacks the hardened cock below him. The younger pulls off with a kiss to the tip, bony hips desperate to gain friction beneath him. “You’re so pretty, Murdoc-“ Those hips stutter, but 2D makes a point to flatten them to the bed. Murdoc whines as protest, heat devouring his body like a wildfire. “You want my cock? You gonna let me fuck that tight, pretty hole of yours?” He picks up speed with his fingers, eliciting a tense groan from the older man as heat coils deep within 2D’s core.
Murdoc’s a fucking mess, every time they do this. It had become harder and harder to deny this man. What started as simple fucks and aggressively making out in the hallways became something far more personal, deep, and fucking hot. Murdoc has never been praised before, not like this. 2D helped him realize just how much he loves it, and really, it should make sense with how full of himself he is. The snarky bastard was a fucking idiot nine times out of ten, but he isn’t stupid enough to think the praise never got to his head.
And to hear it from 2D. 2D, who’s been a victim to Murdoc’s abuse for far too long, has the audacity to call him anything that isn’t negative right now. Murdoc doesn’t deserve that kindness, that devotion, but he’s a selfish bastard and he’s going to take what he can get.
“ Fuck- 2D, just- please,” He’s panting now, 2D crooking his fingers just right.
“I bet you can cum on my fingers alone-“
“ No, please don’t- I want you in me fuckin’ yesterday .”
“You sure? It wouldn’t be hard, luv, you’re already beggin’ for it. I know I’ve been teasin’ ya all day, but do you think you can take it for just a bit longer?” 2D’s free hand comes up to loosely stroke Murdoc’s prick, and it’s just so fucking torturous to know what those hands can do and be granted a fraction of their capability. Murdoc squirms, hips rocking back against 2D’s hand.
“I swear to Satan, I will bloody cut you-“ His eyes are screwed shut, but he hears that stupid giggle anyway.
“Do you remember the last time I had you cum on my hand alone?” Oh- oh, he does. “You looked so pretty, Muds… So pretty and perfect-“
Oh Satan- please don’t-
Slender hands crook up again, stroking the already abused prostate. “I remember how pretty your mouth looked when you came- it took everything in me to not stuff your mouth right then and there.”
A deep, guttural groan slips despite Murdoc’s best efforts to keep it in. His body’s on fire, eating him alive in a relentless need of hunger like fresh charcoal.
“I don’t tell you that enough outside the bedroom, do I?”
Please- not now-
Murdoc can feel the hotness prickle his eyes.
“Would you like that?” Another thrust to his prostate, relentless and aggressive in contrast to 2D’s soft words. “Would you let me call you pretty in public? When the cameras are on us? Would you let me show them how perfect you are?” He licks a stripe over Murdoc’s neglected cock before suckling on the tip. The older man has been completely broken down, to the barest of essence and he wouldn’t have this any other way.
He wouldn’t let himself fall apart like this with anyone else.
“Murdoc?” His brutal pace slows, and Murdoc’s almost livid at the loss. “Answer me, luv…” The hand finally comes to a complete stop, a desperate, pathetic whine begging for them to continue. Murdoc’s knuckles have whitened against their grip on the headboard. “Will you let me kiss you when the others are around? Let me kiss you on stage? Do you want that?”
“ Yes!” The tears fall, his abdomen tightening in an impossible coil. His jaw goes slack, a harsh, high pitched moan filling 2D’s ears like music as Murdoc hits his limit. 2D milks hun through it, squeezing at the tip when his hand comes up. It’s… a lot. 2D’s not sure when Murdoc last came this much, but he’s not gonna complain about the gift he’s been given. The younger smiles softly, mouthing away at Murdoc’s twitching cock and cleaning him of the mess. The older whines once more, over sensitive and exhausted. When 2D pulls away, leaving Murdoc’s cock to soften against his stomach, Murdoc forces himself to open his eyes and bare whiteness to his mess.
He regrets it almost immediately, because he’s pretty sure if he hadn’t fallen before, he sure as hell has now.
2D’s fucking gorgeous, blank eyes trained on his own hand. He’s cleaning the stickiness from his hand, only using his bloody mouth. Murdoc’s heart stops as he watches, pale eyelids fluttering closed as he opens his palm to finish.
Murdoc’s head falls back.
“You okay, Muds?”
He has no words, letting go of the headboard and curling around himself. 2D’s hands reach forward, gently gliding up and down Murdoc’s thighs. “Muds?”
“‘M fine, just- tired. ” One gangly arm reaches out for 2D, the older man refusing to make eye contact. 2D smiles in return, reaching and meeting Murdoc’s hand with his own. He lays beside him, pulling him close and wrapping his long arms around the older man.
“…I meant what I said.” He says with his face buried against 2D’s chest, nimble fingers coming up to stroke dark hair.
“‘Bout what?”
He grunts, burying further. “You know what I’m talking about, fool.”
“I don’t think I do, actually.”
“ 2D.”
A chuckle rumbles, and Murdoc can feel it from his position. “Okay, I’m done teasin’ you.” He kisses the top of Murdoc’s hair, and he’s not entirely sure when kissing Murdoc had been this easy.
It shouldn’t be this easy.
“You’re really okay with it? We don’t have to, you know-“
“ No, we’re gonna do it and I’m gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine, got it?”
2D’s hands still, his breath hitching but only barely. “…Yours?”
Wordlessly, Murdoc nods. 2D smiles again, hands returning to their previous job of soothing the older man.
“Okay, I think we can do that, but only if you’re mine, too.”
In a matter of weeks, there were headlines online about the two. “Secret Relationship Slipped?” “Gorillaz Bassist and Lead Singer Lock Lips!”
It was trivial, and fucking stupid, because for Satan’s sake they’re grown ass fucking men, but 2D’s also trivial and stupid sometimes, so to him it was hilariously cute.
Murdoc had no choice but to take what he could get, as he always seemed to do.