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Gorillaz were triumphing. Their latest album, Demon Days, had reached every corner of the world. Everyone was dancing, everyone was singing, and especially, everyone was buying it.
Is anything related to Gorillaz? Fuck it, they're buying it. And everyone wanted to be associated with the band. They were famous, the concerts were reminders of the power they held in the music world. The ads, the movies, Gorillaz was everywhere.
Their messages influenced society like the ocean current. It was swift, and if you disagreed, the ocean didn't care and kept going.
Pubs and after-parties were the three men's favorite parts of their concerts. Especially Murdoc. Murdoc loved going out to have fun, to celebrate his fame, to celebrate his talent, his sales, his lyrics, to celebrate everything he did that got them there. He was the leader, the fame they're getting now is because of his clever decisions. Well, Noodle wrote 80% of the album, but it was his decision to release it, right?
The vinyl records, CDs, and merchandise were selling out too fast, which was good, very good. But Murdoc wanted more. He wanted more money and to celebrate more unnecessary things. Why not write a book about their whole story? They weren't a very normal band, and they were all very confused by every little thing that happened in every music video. Obviously, he would leave that job to Jamie. He didn't know how to write books. He didn't even know what a paragraph was, and his decisions are crucial. Yeah, let Jamie write it.
The bassist felt his well-deserved godlike role in society was finally underway. He could feel his power, now he could do anything stupid and everyone would applaud him. They were history now, and there's no going back. Good for them, good for him. He finally felt like he was doing something right in his life, instead of being a punching bag for anyone who thought he was a weirdo.
He wanted to see his brother's face, that idiot Chopper's face, and his father's. He wanted to laugh in his face and say all sorts of things to him. Now his shows worked, without his stupid father backstage insulting him and waiting for him to finish so he could beat him up.
But hey, his pride was at its highest point ever, and he's doing better than ever. He doesn't care about anything, he does what he wants, and society seems to like that.
Less than an hour ago he kicked out a brunette with a big ass, after eating her up and not leaving a single part unlicked, obviously. The girl didn't seem very happy, but she wasn't expecting anything, so she left without any guidance.
And he wasn't nothing pleased. The girl didn't even dare touch him over his clothes, what a boring, selfish bitch. She didn't remove a single garment from him. He was even still wearing his shirt. He felt nothing more than a simple hand on his shoulder and his erection rubbing against his real egyptian silk sheets.
Murdoc told her to leave when he realized that the girl he'd picked up from a pub had no intention of touching him.
Murdoc was thinking about that, about all the insults he didn't say to her before she got out of his Winnebago, besides "bitch" and "selfish whore".
He was lying in his bed, smoking and drinking, watching the building cameras. Russel was practicing taxidermy with a rat and a chicken, Noodle was sleeping in her bed, and 2D was playing with his melodica and his piano.
He'd been so boring lately. Yes, he loved being famous and always going out after concerts, bringing home birds, and drinking, but it was getting repetitive. Could hitting 2D be part of the routine now? Not a bad idea...
I mean, that's nothing new, but it could be even more frequent, and that would be nice. Being famous, with girls, drinking, and punching 2D. What more could he ask for?
With the cigarette dangling from his lips, he set his now-empty can aside and got up from the rumpled bed. He sat down and threw his cigarette onto the grimy purple carpet, stomping it out. Another one for the floor.
He stretched and stood up. There was no need to choose any missing items of clothing, although even if he wasn't wearing them, it wouldn't be a problem. He gathered his strength and thought of some excuse to give them a black eye, even more than it already was.
These days, the food was disappearing faster than usual. He knew it was Noodle reserving food in her room, which she had dubbed her sanctuary. None of them knew how to deal with teenagers, so they just let her do whatever she wanted. That's what they would have liked, according to them.
Getting back to the topic, he would say it was their fault, yes. And hit them. He would wait until Russel looked sleepy before hitting the singer until he screamed. He wouldn't let that fat ass ruin his plans.
Luckily for him, it wasn't long before the drummer seemed fast sleepy and about to go to bed. He left the Winnie, headed for the door, and walked over to Stuart's.
He knocked on the door once, twice, three times, until he got fed up. He knew they were deliberately ignoring him. His Cuban-toed boots echoed in the hallways, making him instantly recognizable to anyone.
"You'd better open the bloody door, Faceache" Murdoc pointed at the door, as if he could see him.
"Wot d'you want?" The singer sounded exhausted from it, and their voice sounded muffled by the separation between the door and the wall.
"Let me in" The bassist wouldn't say it again. He was getting really angry.
Murdoc heard the singer rise from their seat with a sigh, and their bare feet on the carpet to the door, which made a noise when the footsteps stopped.
The singer barely opened the door, just enough to reveal half of his figure. He was incredibly tall, almost reaching the top of the door, and if it weren't for the fact that he's so skinny, Murdoc would already be dead. His striking blue hair was disheveled, and his uncomfortable black eyes had dark circles beneath them.
Murdoc analyzed all of that in a few seconds, and spoke. "Let me in, what's wrong with ya?"
The singer stared at him, too. "Why?"
"I need to talk t' you 'bout sumfin', dullard." Stuart hesitated for a few seconds, but decided to open the door and let the dark-haired man pass. For a moment they tensed up.
"So, wot is it?" Stuart was alarmed when Murdoc closed the door behind him without looking.
Murdoc remained silent to make sure there was no sound coming from Russel's room. "Y'know there isn't much food around lately, right?"
"Yeh, I fink it's Noodle-"
"Why are yew blaming the girl? She's not as selfish as you." The satanist acted perfectly when it benefited him. Hitting them didn't help him, but it didn't hurt him either.
"Um... I could swear we all saw Noodle carry food t' her room at least once" Murdoc drew ever closer, his fist clenching tighter with every word that came from the pianist's lips.
"Well, I didn't see her doin' that. An' I think you're blaming her, YOU'RE definitely the selfish glutton"
"But- why me? Sometimes I don't even eat all day"
"Oh, so yew think it was Russ? Now you're fatphobic or something?"
"Wot? Course not! Besides, we both know who calls Russel 'fat ass' every second"
"We're friends, we trust each other! He doesn't mind"
"He DOES mind, he repeats it every time you tell him tha'."
Murdoc slapped them, leaving their cheek red and burning. Stuart stared at the bassist, lost in thought, and then Murdoc began to speak.
"SHUT YER MOUTH. Admit you're a fuckin' selfish jerk, and then you blame it on Noodle!" The satanist stared at 2D, who for some strange reason did not move.
"You PIECE OF SHIT"
2D punched him in the nose, which left him a little disoriented and pushed him to the ground.
On the ground, Murdoc felt a weight lift on top of him. Now Stuart was on top of him, waiting for him to move his hands so they could strike him again.
The bassist moved his hands quickly, and hit the singer on the chin.
The keyboard player almost fell backward, but managed to stay upright and hit him again in the nose again.
"SHIT, STOP DOIN' THAT" The satanist exclaimed.
Murdoc, with strength that came from somewhere deep inside him, grabbed 2D by the arms and threw them to the side.
The satanist saw 2D rubbing his chin in a futile attempt to ease the pain. Stuart was almost sitting down, leaning on their elbow. He took advantage of the situation and roughly grabbed them by the wrists with one hand and strangled them with the other.
2D was nearly turning purple as he struggled, when he pinched the bassist's hand, weakening it slightly. Stuart broke free and punched him in the cheek, with a tightly closed fist. Murdoc tasted the metallic flavor, and felt a drop of blood trickle down his chin.
The pianist got up quickly, and taking advantage of Murdoc being distracted by all the pain, kicked him in the diaphragm.
Murdoc lost his breath, and with his eyes closed, he felt 2D push him onto his back with the toe of their brown boot.
He opened his eyes and saw Stuart climbing on top of him, blocking his escape. He chuckled mockingly.
"I want t' see what you'll do when I put you in a coma again an' there's no one here t' take you to the hospital or report me" Murdoc closed his mouth when he felt a sharp, cold point against his stomach. He looked down and saw 2D pressing his knife dangerously close to his skin.
"Shut the fuck up" Stuart's hot breath hit the bassist's aching face, intimidating him even more as he saw that Stuart's look and tone of voice were very serious.
"Go on, dare to- AH" The dark-haired man screamed as he felt 2D press and move the knife, causing a cut. Not serious, but very painful.
"SHUT UP if you don't want this t' go any deeper" The singer roughly grabbed the bassist's wrists with their free hand and placed them above his head.
Murdoc analyzed them. They looked so intimidating... why did they... catch his attention so much?
They both paused, catching their breath.
Without realizing it, their faces were inches apart. They could feel each other's ragged breaths. Their heartbeats were racing and they could feel it in each other. They could see every feature. Every characteristic that, every time they saw it, made them want to kiss until they couldn't breathe. Those feelings were there from the beginning. Women, alcohol, and music silenced them. Were they the reason Murdoc wanted even more? Did he want to forget his desire? Were their success, the parties, the sales just to forget 2D?
The silence made Murdoc uncomfortable.
"Hey, w-what..." He didn't even know what he was saying. Fear, awkward and lust swirled in his churning stomach.
2d chuckled, revealing the absence of their two front teeth. The bassist felt the lump in his throat getting stronger with every move they made. The singer noticed that he was tensing up, and to provoke him, they put the knife aside and held his chin with their thumb and forefinger.
"Could you shut up? You old mouthy"
They looked at each other more and more, they got closer and closer, they desired each other more and more. The muscles in their faces relaxed when they felt they couldn't stand it any longer without kissing.
Their lips brushed against each other, and they felt that there was no point in pretending anymore.
Stuart relaxed on top of Murdoc. Their lips brushed against each other again. 2D slowly placed their lips on the bassist's. Murdoc felt his heart leap. The keyboardist pulled away from his lips to place another kiss, lasting only two seconds. Now, 2D was planting short kisses on his lips.
They continued kissing him a few more times, until Stuart opened his mouth as if to move forward. The bassist felt like he was really about to have a heart attack. He agreed, and opened his mouth.
If it hadn't been Stuart he was kissing, his tongue would have gone even deeper. Unfortunately, that man made him lose his mind and fear everything. Even from a simple stupid kiss. 2D was the one savoring his entire mouth, while Murdoc barely peeked his tounge out.
Stuart realized that the man beneath him was actually nervous. They broke apart from the kiss. "D'you want t' stop?"
Murdoc felt confused by the sudden separation. "Wot? Wot are you sayin'?"
"Aren't you uncomfortable? We can stop if that's what yew want..." 2D felt a little disappointed, having expected this and then suddenly he didn't want it anymore.
"Shit, I want this, I really do. You jus' make me feel so... " The satanist didn't know how to describe his feelings, nor did he want to.
The singer blushed slightly. "Oh, uh... yes, yes, I understand. Y' make me feel the same"
"Really? It doesn't seem like it..."
"D'you think I'd be tasting all your teeth if I didn't want to?" The singer licked the almost dried drop of blood on Murdoc's chin. Shit, that turned him on. The bassist felt it in his stomach, 2D too, but a little lower, in his pants. That made their tents get cramped. The two tried to ignore it.
"Fuck, Mudz, you got hard because I licked yer blood? Pervert..." Stuart mocked him as the satanist felt his groin agonizing.
"Shuddup..." Murdoc moved closer to continue kissing them, but Stuart pitifully moved away from him. "Hey, wot are y'doin' now? Ya fink you're tough, you pig? Come back here, we've barely started"
2D was sitting near Murdoc's tent in his pants. They crossed their arms. "Pig? Hmm, I think you should change that vocabulary first" The pianist wanted Murdoc at his feet, and manipulating him was option A, B, and C, and all the letters of the alphabet.
"You... pretty face, is that it?"
"Obviously not," 2D said, getting up from the satanist's lap, but tilting his torso to face him. "You should speak t' me respectfully at least until the interview"
'The interview'? What interview? This child of a bitch is playing with him, trying to make him think things that aren't true...
"Are you fuckin' with me? What interview? Come on, put yer ass over here..." Murdoc patted his thigh.
"Get the fuck out of here" 2D pointed seriously at the door.
"Eh?"
"You heard me"
"Fuck, Tuss-pot, you've made me waste two erections in a single day"
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Ohhh, that interview.
The one they were planning for... how long? One or two months? Yeah, he completely forgot.
Well, 2D didn't tell him which one, but it was Russel who reminded him, in one of the only dinners they all had together these last few days.
2D acted like nothing had happened, and so did Murdoc. Maybe they were drunk and didn't remember anything... but there were some things that made him think otherwise.
First of all, and what happened most often, was that Stuart looked at him. They were looking at everything about him. His face, his back, his legs, and even his ass. Everyone thought he was a poor little angel who only suffered abuse from Murdoc, but he was a fucking pervert who got sexually aroused by everything that moved.
Second, they used to pass by the parking lot near the Winnebago, seemingly on purpose. The excuses he made up were absurd and very poorly planned. 'The elevator is broken.' But Murdoc had gone up and down almost sixteen times in the day. 'I jus' wanna make sure the Geep is okay, yanno, it's our only vehicle.' The Geep never broke down. It did once, but they drove around just fine with the tank from the Dirty Harry music video. 'Jus' wandering around here, Murdoc.' Well, that might be true. But what about the others? He's a complete idiot...
And the third one, which surprised him the most, the one that made him doubt whether he should really stop insulting them so he could touch their whole body. Murdoc was rummaging in the fridge, as usual, looking for a bottle of something strong to drown his sorrows in his drunkenness, when 2D appeared from behind and pressed their hips against his buttocks, and with one hand squeezed. The keyboard player leaned close to his ear, and his hot breath smelling of toothpaste, weed, and cola-flavored candy hit it. Murdoc barely flinched, sighing through his nose.
"Nice pants, huh? I recommend y' wear them, they really show off this cute butt off yours"
Now that he thinks about it, it's pretty obvious they didn't forget it... well, anyway.
Murdoc froze. Yes, he already knew those pants made his ass look good, he wasn't surprised by that. What surprised him, obviously, was 2D appearing from behind and doing and saying... that.
After standing there for a few seconds, the bassist pushed them with his back and looked around to make sure no one was there. Thanks to Satan, no.
"What the fuck 's wrong with you?" Murdoc glared at him. Stuart just smiled and left the room with a bottle of... wait a minute... they took his bottle?
The important thing now was that he was choosing his outfit for the interview. A black jacket, a white shirt with grease stains (which made it look even better), and dark gray boots. The problem, and the reason the four of them were late, was his pants. He was torn between a pair of grayish-blue jeans and the pants 2D had touched and handled. Those black pants matched the other clothes so... yeah.
He was getting dressed when the Winnie trembled from some knocks on the door.
"Murdoc, we're almost twenty minutes late and Russel is already getting angry..." 2D sounded worried and insecure, as always.
"Tell tha' fat ass 'm gettin' dressed and we're gonna arrive whenever I please"
Murdoc finished getting dressed, and before 2D left the parking lot, he got out of the Winnie.
The bassist slammed the door in annoyance at the urgency to leave, which made Stuart shudder with fear. When he opened the door, his face reflected fear, but when he looked at him more closely, his face changed to a smile.
Although the lack of pupils, Murdoc felt them looking up and down, and their gaze lingered on his pants.
"Wot're ya lookin' at? Come on, let's go t' the car." The satanist looked away to ignore them.
"Hmm, yes, yes, lemme go upstairs n' tell the others, y' turn around n' get in"
"Did y' 'ave ta mention that I should turn around? You fuckin' pervert..." Murdoc turned around and walked over to the Geep. He felt 2D's gaze on 'you know where', and he couldn't stop his face from turning red.
Stuart went up in the elevator and the satanist waited sitting in the driver's seat.
After a few minutes, Murdoc could see the two men and the teenager coming out of the elevator door and walking to the car. The drummer seemed angry.
"Murdoc, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you take so long?"
"Maybe he was jus' doin' his makeup or something" 2D joked. Russel let out a single laugh, while Noodle chuckled.
"Shut yer mouth, Dentz" The three of them got into the car, in their usual seats. 2D in the passenger seat and Russel and Noodle in the back.
The interview location was far, almost forty minutes away. Murdoc complained that the interviewers were lazy and that they had to go to Kong. They left at 8:24pm, twenty-four minutes late, so they were going to arrive at 9:04pm.
"What time?" Murdoc asked 2D.
"...uhh...."
"Wot?"
"Twenty..."
"Twenty...? Oh, D, can't you tell the fuckin' time?" The bassist told them, in an angry and fed-up tone. "Twenty means eight, genius"
"Ah... okay, it's eight forty"
2D looked back, keeping an eye on the other two. Russel was engrossed in his headphones at full volume, and Noodle was asleep. They turned around and saw Murdoc out of the corner of their eye. They did not hesitate, and extended their arm to place their hand on the satanist's leg and caress it with their thumb.
Murdoc almost choked on his own saliva. He coughed a couple of times, and thought of a quick excuse. "HEY, RUSSEL" 2D got scared and quickly pulled his hand out of there.
"Sup?"
Actually, he didn't think the excuse through for a second. "Uh.. umm... I... is there any alcohol back there? Pass me a can or sumfin'..."
"You know you can't drink and drive at the same time, stop interrupting me, idiot"
Murdoc waited a few seconds for the drummer to refocus on his music, then glared at 2D. When they noticed, they smiled proudly.
Murdoc whispered to him, so that Russel wouldn't hear. "What the bloody hell 's wrong with you? It's one thing when there's nobody here, but now the other two are back here" 2D chuckled. "Stop laughing, you fuckin' idiot. I'm serious"
Stuart extended their arm again, and the bassist prepared to punch and insult them. But instead of going to his leg, he went to his head, where he began to ruffle his dark hair.
Murdoc covered his face with one hand in a futile attempt to hide his blush, although he knew the singer had already seen it.
2D stopped ruffling his hair and began to stroke it more gently. Murdoc realized this, and after a few seconds of enjoying it, he slapped their hand away.
"Okay, okay, that's enough" The bassist glared at him with an annoyed expression, but Stuart didn't seem to mind and smiled sweetly. That made Murdoc feel a pang in his chest.
"Uh... um... Stu"
"Yeh?"
"Yanno...I-"
"DOG!"
"Huh? SHIT"
Murdoc slammed on the brakes with his shoe and swerved to avoid hitting the dog in the road. Thanks to Murdoc and his terrible but brilliant driving skills, the animal continued walking safe and sound.
In contrast, the other four remained wide-eyed with shock.
The bassist quickly changed his expression from surprise to anger. "You FUCKIN' SHITTY DOG, GO FUCK A BITCH OR SOMETHIN'"
Russel placed his hand on his shoulder, as if wanting to calm him down. "Calm down, man, it's a dog"
"We're gonna be extremely late..." Noodle complained, rubbing her eyes.
The bassist sighed, regretting going out for a meaningless interview and having these things happen. "Okay, I'm getting tired of this shit. We'll be there in five minutes"
2D looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "How's that gonna happen? We're twenty minutes away"
Murdoc glanced at him sideways, smiling. "Like this, look. Look, all three of ya"
The driver pressed all the buttons that gave everyone the worst feeling. The car remained still for a few seconds, and Murdoc, disappointed, wiped the smile off his face.
"Useless ca-" The vehicle suddenly accelerated. Everyone's hair was flying everywhere, well, only three of them. Murdoc laughed out loud as he used the hills in the road to gain momentum and jump. He was lucky that the road was quite deserted, because otherwise he would have been arrested already.
2D yelled at Murdoc, while clinging to the edges of their own seat. "MURDOC, STOP IT NOW, IF YOU KEEP GOIN' LIKE THIS ONE OF US WILL BE BLOWN AWAY" Yes, to communicate it was necessary to shout.
"HAHA, I DON'T WANT TO AND I CAN'T EITHER"
2D turned their head, with an expression of terror on their face. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?"
"IT'S JUST THAT I 'AVE TO PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS IN ORDER, BUT I ALWAYS FORGET"
"FUCKIN'....WE'RE GONNA DIE"
In the back seat of the car, Russel was squeezing Noodle's arm tightly, afraid that the girl would fly away. She had hidden under the seats, and Russel was peeking between the seats of the other two band members to see what the hell was going on.
"MURDOC, WHAT THE HELL? THIS IS ENOUGH" The drummer exclaimed, the wind muffling his voice.
Murdoc saw civilization in the distance and began to worry. He pressed all the buttons, but the order didn't work. He tried again, but it didn't work either.
They were getting closer and closer, and he had no choice but to press the brake and hold on. The car's speed was deadly, as you could see, so the force the bassist exerted wouldn't last long.
"Shit, look in the back seats for any papers or anything... I won't last much longer" Murdoc had difficulty speaking, as all his strength was concentrated in his foot.
The other three started searching like crazy, everywhere. It was very difficult with all the junk in Murdoc's car, and it was even worse with the pressure of the moment.
"Here!" Noodle held up a piece of paper and gave it to Murdoc.
The satanist pressed the buttons in order, and the car's engine slowed down a little. The four of them sighed with relief.
"I fink Russel should drive next time..." 2D suggested, his hands still trembling slightly.
"I'm not gonna let that fatass or ANYONE touch this baby"
"Okay, come on, it's really late" Russel said.
"What did I tell ya? We're very close, almost five minutes away!"
And it was true. They were a few kilometers from the city, thanks to Murdoc and his 'tweaks' to his Geep.
They ventured in, Murdoc guided by Russel and his misguided directions. Luckily they arrived. It was a long journey.
Murdoc rang the doorbell, and footsteps could be heard behind the door. A man with glasses, who clearly looked like the interviewer, opened the door.
"Oh, you actually arrived? I thought I was clear when I said it was at-" The man reminded them.
"At eight, yes, let us in" Murdoc had barely set foot on the door step when Russel grabbed his arm tightly and dragged him outside.
"Excuse us, we had some trouble. Can we come in or is there anyone else?" The drummer asked through gritted teeth, while looking seriously at the satanist with a frown.
"Of course, please come in" The man stepped aside to allow the band members to pass.
As Murdoc walked past him, he muttered, "Of course there's nobody. Who would want t' be here?"
The four of them walked down a corridor where at the end there was an open door. Inside was a blood-red sofa large enough for all four of them to fit on, in front of it was a wooden table with a chair beside it. On the table, there was a microphone connected by a cable to some recorders resting on shelves against the green wall. There were also some papers, which clearly had the questions on them. On the wall were pictures of bands and singers. Everything but Gorillaz.
"No Gorillaz, huh?" Murdoc pointed out the paintings and posters to the interviewer. "Oasis, what's that? Nobody knows them"
Russel turned to Murdoc and glared at him. "Stop it now". The bassist rolled his eyes in response.
"You can take a seat while I get the recorder ready, okay?" He pointed to the sofa, before walking over to the shelves where he began setting up the recorder.
The four of them took their seats. Finally, the interviewer sat down and prepared the microphone. "Three, two, one... Gorillaz, the hit band of 2005. Their latest album took the music world by storm, and now they're here t' answer questions 'bout upcoming releases and fan questions"
Murdoc opened his eyes slightly, as no one had told him he was going to answer questions from fans. "Fan questions? Let's see what they 'ave"
As the minutes passed, the band leader became more and more comfortable, even resting his crossed feet on the table, and nobody said anything to him. They looked at him strangely, yes, but they didn't say nothing.
As for the questions, they were normal. Mostly about music, both from the interviewer and the fans. Some of the questions were personal, but nothing that crossed the line. The four of them found it odd, since some of their fans tend to be weird. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and that pleased them.
"Okay, next question. Did any of you... oh..." The interviewer cut the sentence in half and gave the sheet a strange look. He pressed the microphone's pause button and looked at the band members. "This one is a little..."
"What does it matter? Read it" The bassist replied nonchalantly. The questions had been normal so far, what question could possibly 'ruin' everything?
"Uh... well" The man pressed the button again and continued reading. "Did any of you have or would have a... sexual encounter with another member of the band?"
Russel sighed, and covered his face with his hands, looking upwards in irritation. "Shit, no! We're just friends, the FOUR of us"
Stuart looked at Murdoc, Murdoc looked at Stuart. The bassist also decided to speak. "Pfft, how ridiculous. Can you imagine me with that- ONE of these two twats? HA, HA, HA, next question"
There was a short, awkward silence, until the interviewer continued.
"Well... what year is the next album scheduled for?"
The satanist thought for a few seconds and replied. "Next year, maybe. No, 2007, yes" The three of them looked at him.
"We haven't talked about it yet, but we're sure it won't be for too long" Russel added, telling the truth.
A few questions were answered, until they decided that was enough. No other weird questions appeared on the papers, maybe the fans were finally rethinking their lives.
The way home wasn't exactly quiet, but it was silent enough to feel a little awkward between Murdoc and 2D.
The parking garage doors opened, and Murdoc drove in. He parked the car crookedly. Everyone got out, and each went about their business. Well, everyone went to their rooms, to be specific.
Murdoc opened the Winnie's door and slammed it shut, the sound echoing in the parking lot. He walked straight to the refrigerator and opened it. He took out a bottle of... well, he hadn't even bothered to read the label. He'd know what it tasted like when he put the liquid in his mouth. He leaned his back against the headboard and opened the bottle. He put the bottle's nozzle to his mouth and swallowed. Mmm, rum.
Now that he thought about it, that kiss could have ruined his entire career. What would the people who were dancing, singing, and buying think? And the worst part was that he really wanted it. With each sip he took, he felt a stronger desire to replace that bottle with the singer's mouth.
He slid down further and further until he was completely lying down. He didn't notice his movements either, because the bottle was completely abandoned in his hand, which was hanging off the edge of the bed, and he didn't have to worry about drinking it.
He also didn't notice the footsteps that could be heard in the background of his thoughts. The Winnebago shook, for the same reason as last time. And by the same person.
Murdoc stood up and walked listlessly to the door. He rested his hand on the doorknob for a few seconds, hesitating to open it, since it was obvious who it was. Finally, he lowered his hand, and the door made a noise before opening.
"Oh, hi" 2D stood there, their hands behind their back. They were wearing the same clothes, except for their shirt. They seemed to have changed their mind while getting dressed for bed.
"Wot d' you want?" The bassist seemed uninterested. As I said before, he was a great actor when he wanted to be. Probably everything he says next is false.
"Uh, well... I was wondering if you still wanted to..." Murdoc noticed they were getting nervous. They started fidgeting with their fingers, he found it funny how Stuart could be so obvious about their feelings sometimes.
"What? Don'tcha have a bird t' put that little penis of yours in?"
"E-eh, yes I do have! And it's not little" Well, the truth is they weren't lying. That day he felt his tent, and it was no small thing.
"Okay, then go find her, or find them, I don't know and I don't care" Murdoc grabbed the doorknob again to close it, but something was in his way. He looked down and saw Stuart's foot being crushed between the door frame and the door.
"Holy shit, it's just that..." 2D closed their mouth before saying something inappropriate for the moment, for the person.
Murdoc remained silent, waiting for them to continue. "That?"
Stuart stared, waiting for an answer to appear out of nowhere. "Ehh... well, we 'ave to try, right?" They thought it was the best answer. No, it wasn't.
"I already tried it"
The pianist stared, astonished. He had never seen a man enter the Winnebago. "Did you... liked it?"
"Uh, yeah" Ah, so Murdoc was bisexual. Good, good.
There was an awkward silence that lasted a few seconds.
"Well, I've never tried it before" The keyboardist said, looking at the ground, a little embarrassed.
"And what 'bout the kiss? Weren't you embarrassed 'bout that?"
"I've kissed men before, but I've never had sex"
There was another silence, but it was Murdoc thinking and 2D waiting for a response.
It was really bad, very bad that it happened. But shit, how he wanted them. How he knew they wanted him too. Perhaps he could prevent it...
Murdoc clicked his tongue and replied, "Come in"
Stuart felt a pang in his chest. Their hands trembled for a moment, and they went in.
It was almost unbelievable how 2D almost reached the roof. The hanging air fresheners were touching his spiky hair.
They thought that if they didn't act quickly, it would be very awkward, so they immediately approached him and grabbed him by the waist.
Murdoc felt his heart leap, and immediately pushed him away. "Hey, we need to talk before this gets worse" 2D looked at him confused. "This isn't right. The fans will discard us like a banana peel if they find out, and we both know those weirdos are capable of usurping Kong"
The singer felt his stomach churn. Yes, they knew the fans were mentally ill and capable of anything just to get a little information, but what bothered them was the thought that Murdoc was using that as an excuse.
They just stood there, staring at Murdoc. The satanist felt uneasy, both from the silence and the look in their dark eyes.
"O-okay, can I at least... hug you?" Stuart's voice faded as more words came out of their mouth.
Murdoc grimaced and rolled his eyes, while extending his arms in approval. 2D looked at him, and walked slowly until he reached his arms. They clung tightly to the bassist, as if their life depended on it. They rested their cheek against the side of Murdoc's head. The bassist's heart raced so suddenly that he truly believed it was about to explode.
They stayed like that for a while, thinking. Murdoc was thinking about how he was throwing away such an opportunity, one that he would surely never get again.
Stuart thought, since when does he care what other people say? And if they do say something, he just ignores it, or so they think. And right at that moment 2D remembered how, before Gorillaz, they used to play in seedy bars. People didn't like their early songs. They would stare seriously at the four of them while they played, some making faces or frowning. They even left the bar.
At that time, the leader was not happy. He wanted to convince himself that it was only because their ears needed a deep cleaning of the wax, but deep down he knew they were doing everything wrong, he was doing everything wrong.
One day, almost at the beginning of the new decade of the 2000s, 2D found him completely devastated in one of the bathroom stalls. He was with at least fifteen bottles of alcohol, surrounded by empty cigarette boxes, and obviously all the used contents were lying on the floor. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the partition of the cubicle next to his, sprawled out. The bass player had a dried drop of vomit on his lip, and the smell he gave off was suffocating.
2D looked at him and asked what was wrong, since he had disappeared from Kong a few days ago. Murdoc didn't respond. All they could do was help him up so he could take a shower.
"Since when d' you care? I mean, what other people think" They asked, while squinting.
"Since we became famous, don't you understand the seriousness of that?" Murdoc answered, as if that were the most obvious thing. Stuart just hugged Murdoc even tighter.
"Yes, it's serious and all that, but we're not robots, we can keep doin' things without anyone having t' tell us what to do"
"I know, but we can't make mistakes, in anything. Not in music, not in our lives" The satanist grew increasingly nervous each time he thought about how people might hate him for something.
"Murdoc"
"Hm?"
"Do you think... that if I love you it's a mistake?"