Absently swiping at her mouth, Noodle swung her skinny legs over the edge of her futon and scrunched up her snub nose when she tasted blood. She'd have to try and remember to sleep with her mouth closed, her lips were getting violently chapped these days. Picking the dead flaps of skin off her thin lips, Noodle absently shuffled towards the bathroom. Her bare feet accidentally kicked against a soft cotton yukata that she used as a makeshift bathrobe, but she just gently toed it out of the way.

The summer night was muggy, her dark blue panties and white tank top were almost too much for her to stand. Even at eighteen, legal adulthood, Noodle still had little to offer in the way of feminine curves. She didn't think anyone would really catch her on the way to the bathroom, since her band members and housemates lived in random corners of Kong Studios.

Noodle carelessly ran her short nails over the back of her head, ruffling her short crop of feathery hair. She tucked her long bangs behind her ears and pushed open the door to the closest available loo. The thick door had recently gotten some maintenance, she judged from the lack of annoying squeak as she slipped inside.

Noodle was still a little slow from sleep that she couldn't wait to get back to, but when she saw what was happening on the other side of the bathroom that apparently had no intention of stopping, she just sort of stared for a moment.

Murdoc's pants were shoved around his upper thighs (which, Noodle noted, looked absolutely ridiculous) and she had a perfectly unobstructed view of his ass as he proceeded to shag the brains out of the gasping brunette he had pinned against the wall. Her eyes were screwed up tight and her legs were locked around his lower back. Her hair was a horrid mess and she looked like she was in pain. Noodle was captivated until the unnamed woman started wailing in what would have sounded likeagony had there not been gasps of, "Oh yes, right there!" and, "Oh Murdoc, you're so good, so good!" and so forth and so forth. His hands were grasping at the tile with his hideously broken nails, and Noodle had a far off thought of offering a manicure to her bassist.

Now, this was not the Japanese teen's first experience with sex. She did have the internet and a lock on her door. Beginning puberty had been the worst, with no boys her own age interesting her and no woman in the house to look to for tips on how to relieve the ache in between her thighs. She settled for a few experimental hours using tips from a few different and very informative websites, with frustrating results.

However, this WAS the first opportunity she had gotten to witness the act in the flesh, no more than five feet from her. And she was utterly entranced and repulsed with how incredibly...ugly the entire thing was. For starters, the woman didn't even look remotely seductive, what with her face all red and screwed up and her hair flying every which way, and Murdoc just looked STUIPID with his belt buckle flopping around and his slightly stained underwear taunt around his less-than-rock hard thighs.

Murdoc was not exactly good looking under normal circumstances, and Noodle half wished to see his face, just to peek at his expression. She had a flash of those intense mismatched eyes fixed upon her, watching only her, and she was horrified to feel a familiar rush of heat in her panties. She tried to calm herself by rationalizing that his eyes were almost certainly closed, and his face expressionless except for maybe a slight sneer, a concentration crease in between his eyebrows. However, the normally green-tinted skin of the notorious Satanist seemed to take on more of a smooth olive tone to her, and the rush of heat grew stronger. Thoroughly confused, she managed a small squeak before turning around and running out of the bathroom, shoving the door open as she went.

The brunette's equally brown eyes popped wide open as she stared at the slowly closing door and the spot where someone had just stood. Murdoc finished up in two more strokes and pulled out of her, dropping her back on her feet and letting her skirt fall into place once more. She started slowly, "Murdoc, does a girl stay he-"

He silenced her with a growl of, "Shut it Penny, I'll take care of it."

She looked offended and then lost, "My name is Leslie..." but he was already gone, buckling his belt as he went.

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Noodle huddled under her thick white comforter, shuddering. What was WRONG with her? The sight had not been even remotely erotic, more like morbidly fascinating. Like a train wreck with Murdoc's bum hanging out of it. The fake women with the plastic-looking skin in those adult films she had downloaded had more appeal!

But when Noodle touched her nether regions, she found a damp spot on her panties that had soaked through. She gently placed pressure on the spot and almost gasped. She sucked her chapped lower lip into her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut, pressing just a bit harder.

In all her haste to get back to her bedroom, Noodle had forgotten the convenient lock on her door. And, in forgetting this convenient lock, she had also kicked her soft cotton yukata across the smooth surface of her hardwood floors, right in front of said door. So, whilst Murdoc in all of his annoyed lust-deprived fury swung open this door and made to stomp inside, the heel of one very well-worn Cuban boot slipped up very neatly on one wide sleeve of one soft blue cotton yukata, sending one very brassed off bassist to the floor with a very undignified thump.

Noodle, immediately pushing her impromptu discovery about her more girly bits to the back of her mind, shot up out of bed and hauled one now stunned and still annoyed Murdoc Niccals up by his skinny arm. She leaned over him, thin teenage limbs bent at awkward angles and long guitar-hardened fingers probing the back of his head and neck for injury. Murdoc, still a little stunned by his fall and the quick help of his fellow band member, turned and got a remarkable view of Noodle's small but still rounded breasts. Seeing as the white material of the tank top was very thin, he could see small dark brown nipples, tightened little buds they were, and a few smatterings of dark freckles from too much sun in too low cut shirts. His surprisingly sensitive crooked nose twitched at a very pungent aroma emanating from not to far from his head...

Shocked, Murdoc quickly caught the wrists the concerned girl, pulling her over so that he could look at her face. His eyes examined every bit of it, from her slightly raw lips to her blushing cheeks and widened eyes. She lowered her head and allowed her dark, sweaty bangs to obscure most of her face. His mismatched ones stared at the top of her head, before his sense of righteous fury came back to him.

His placed one large hand on the back of her neck and the other grasped her chin with two fingers. He pressed down on her neck, forcing her knees to give way and bring her to a more comfortable, eye-level position with him. His fingers forced her almond eyes to meet his demonic ones.

Dark brows furried, he ground out, "What the bloody HELL were you doin' in the bloody loo in the middle of the FUCKING night?"

Her forehead puckered as she wet her lips with her little pink tongue before saying, "I had to...go to the bathroom? Why else would I be up?"

She had a point, damnit. But, "Couldn't you hear the NOISE? I thought it'd be obvious that that particular room would be...occupied."

She whimpered, "I couldn't hear it, I swear! The door is so thick, and I'd just woken up and I was just scratching an itch on my head and it was so unbelievably HOT in here and.."

Murdoc silenced her with a hard squeeze to her chin. "Noodle, love, may I ask you a question?"

She stopped, then stared at him with wary eyes, "Of course, Murdoc-san."

He took in a deep breath and released it, pressing in close to her ear and letting his infamous tongue slither out just a hint, a question of it being there at all, before hissing, "Noodle, why in the loving name of SATAN are you turned on?"

Her head jerked back, but he kept his grip on her pretty little chin before breathing, "I can smell it from here, love. Is it because of me? Ofwhat you saw?Do you want me to throw you down on your soft bed here and fuck your stupid brains out? Is that what you want?"

She stammered out a weak, "I...I don't...don'...don't know..."

His thick, heavy fingers curled over the back of head, tilting it up and exposing her vulnerable throat to him; predator.

"Find out."

There was a hot hiss of breath over her neck and he was gone. He stood up somewhat gracefully, unfolding himself before her eyes. There was a muttered, 'stay here' before he walked out and slammed the door behind him.

Noodle raised a shaky hand to neck, uncharacteristically unsure. Up until now, Murdoc had been a sibling, maybe even a crude sort of father figure. She knew he took girls to his Winnebago in the car park on a weekly, if not nightly, basis and she knew exactly what he did to them there, and the thought had never even crossed her mind that she might one day even consider the notion of want him to do that to HER. He was three, maybe four times her age. He was OLD. He was her coworker, her friend, he had helped (sort of) raise her to who she was now.

She had always considered the possibility of one day maybe developing a crush on one of her bandmates, but it had always been sweet Stu-Pot or the intelligent Russel, with Murdoc goading them all on the in the background. It had never, EVER been Murdoc himself. Not once, not even in a fever induced nightmare.

She sighed and flopped back onto one of her askew tatami mats. She was still a virgin, everyone in the band had so far scared off any potential bed-warmers that she might even consider bringing home. Sure, she'd kissed her fair share of boys, but that was it. None of them had ever held her attention for long, or even really interested her in the first place. When her period had come, she'd been unceremoniously thrust into a doctor's office to get the birds and the bees talk and why her vagina had suddenly started to leak blood and would continue to leak for at least three days, and it was important that this disgusting and rather frightening action happened once a month. She had scrunched up her little snub nose once more and took it all in stride. After all, she had a mission to accomplish.

She briefly considered losing her virginity to someone on her wedding night, or in the back seat of a car after she'd managed to finally sneak away for a night to a random boy that would have a wonderful story to tell for the rest of his life, or to a devoted fan that would gift her with roses and praise and yell to the whole world that he had popped Noodle's cherry, and she realized that she did not relish in any of these ideas. In fact, she had no idea if she was ever going to get married, and in her hormone-induced lust, she might slip up one night after not being able to take it much longer and run out and shag the first boy she came across, which might result in some rather unpleasant diseases or the more unpleasant possibility of pregnancy.

So that left the idea of Murdoc.

The thought slithered across her brain, the Electra complex from Hell.

She sighed and turned on her side, contemplative. She closed her eyes and settled her hands on her thighs, reaching up with one long finger to poke at the crotch of her underwear, with the startled realization that this was the first genuine time that she had been aroused. Previously, all of her attempts at masturbation had failed, mostly because of the inane ways other women had suggested. Honestly, humping a pillow? The very idea had been dumbfounding when she read it, and the only thingshe got when she even tried the stupid method was a quite uncomfortable dryness quite quickly. Her own fingers didn't seem to know what to do, and halfway through anything, she felt ridiculous and stupid and stopped it all to reach over and play a few notes on her guitar.

She'd tried visual stimulation, but mostly found it to be badly acted and horrendously frightening (they put what WHERE!), so much so that she immediately turned it off and deleted every last bit of it. But this, with Murdoc and the unknown brunette in the bathroom, as stupid as she had observed it to look, was personal. This was someone that she KNEW, that she had known for eight solid years, give or take a few months apart. She knew his habits, she knew what he liked for breakfast, how he liked the studio to be set up for practice, what he could and probably do with that wicked tongue of his. She knew the layout of his Winnebago like the back of hand, had Cortez sit on her hand a few times and pluck berries out of her fingertips. In return, he almost always handed them over to Murdoc, which she had never understood, but was happy to have the bird trust her all the same.

She was still thinking when Murdoc kicked her door open and slammed it again just as fiercely.

"I hope you're happy, ninja brat. A damn good shag was just escorted off the premises, with an unfortunate promise of never again returning." He'd decided to leave out the blows to his age and his preference of age AND gender of sexual partners, and the blow that would have been inflicted to his ugly mug had he not caught her wrist first and pushed her out of the Kong Studios gateway. "Damn Jenny...Penny...whatever the hell her name was."

Noodle stared up at him as he grumbled a bit before shucking off his boots and pulling off his shirt, his inverted cross shining in the moonlight. He put his hands on his hips before stretching slightly and plopping down on her bed.

She propped her head up with one arm as she watched him toss all of her stuffed animals off of her bed and shove them underneath the heavy wooden frame of her futon.

She managed to croak out in a semi-normal voice, "What're you doing, Murdoc-san?"

"You deprived me of a good shag and someone who would've undoubtedly proved to be a good bed-warmer. The least you can do is provide me a place to sleep during the night."

Noodle was momentarily stunned. It was her fault he was shagging in the bathroom that was practically RIGHT NEXT DOOR to her bedroom? It was her fault that the brunette hadn't decided to stay? Now she was obligated to provide the obstinate man a place to SLEEP? She said matter of factly, "You have the Winnie."

"'s empty."

She got up. "You're old enough to be my father."

He paused and his red eye gleamed at her in the dull light, "Grandfather if I started early."

She reached out and brushed the hair away from his forehead. "You'd be my first."

He placed a heavy hand on the light curve of her hip. "It's only fitting, isn't it? After all, you were addressed to ME."

She stepped between his spread legs. "I'm too young for you."

He scooted back. "Correction, I'm too old for you."

She cocked her head and stared at him as he tossed his belt on the floor. "You're not my boyfriend, or my brother." Hesitant, lightly confused.

He held out one hand in a disturbingly gentlemanly gesture, ragged nails and all. "Come to bed, Noodle."

Her white tank top joined his dark shirt on the highly polished wood of her floor.

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Six pages! SIX! I wrote this in, let's see...an hour and a half. Its unbeta'd, right off the printing press. Forgive any small errors please, it's late and I didn't do my Psychology paper because of this. MurdocNoodle has always held a sense of fascination for me, the same way mostolder male/younger femalepairings do. And this IS legal, Noodle is eighteen. In case you didn't get that at the beginning.

Forgive if they're out of character! This is my first Gorillaz fanfic, I tried to make passable...

I want to do a second chapter, I'm outlining it in my head now.