Title: Nocturnal
Rating: MA or NC17 as everyone knows it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is related to Gorrilaz except for this story plot. Murdoc owns everyone and Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn owns him... or maybe Murdoc owns them too...
Summary: What starts out as a normal fight between the singer and bassit of the band Gorillaz takes a turn for something others might think of as worse...
Authors Note: This is my first Gorillaz fic ever. I write tons of fan fic (mostly BTVS) but I'm still a little nervous about my fics. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this and if you do like it lots, tell me and I shall write more

His index finger pressed lazily down on the key, making the instrument emit a sound. He watched his hands travel over the keys, his eyes focusing in and out randomly between each new key he pressed. It was random, making a new tune, melody as his fingers glided over the instrument. He could only hear the music and his own breathing. He was sure that the others were in the room, or at least he thought he was sure. The last he had checked they had all been gathered in the room, Russel mixing tracks, Noodle sitting on the couch, a new palm game in hand, and Murdoc, sitting next to her, plucking out chords on his bass which he thought would go excellent with the song they were working on.

He had started listening, paying close attention to his surroundings and what his band mates were talking about but he realized he had soon lost interest and had drifted off into a world of his own. He found himself tilting his head back, looking up and the blank ceiling as he continued to play. His right foot was tapping a beat on the carpeted ground and his hand stilled on the keyboard. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to return to reality. He opened his bruised, darkened eyes and looked around the room. They were gone.

He got up off the bench he had been sitting on and walked across the room to look at the clock which hung on the wall. It was dark and he could barley make out the two hands that told him it was almost midnight. He closed his eyes and rubbed them before looking back up at the clock to see if it really said what it did. He then heaved a sigh as he walked out of the room and made his way to the kitchen. It was raining outside and he could hear the TV going in a room a few feet away.

The kitchen was empty with no light except for the small flashes of light produced by sky lightning outside. He made his way towards the refrigerator, looking as if he were dragging his knuckles on the ground from the way he slouched over as he walked. Of course, while his arms were long, his legs were much longer, making it impossible although they were very close to touching the dingy floor. He opened the refrigerator door and stared at its contents. Pickles, ketchup, hot sauce, dead rat, left over Chinese food, old lettuce, cucumbers, jar of chicken blood, and cheesecake filled the shelves. His lip curled up in distaste as he closed the door and began to rummage through the cabinets. As he pulled out an almost empty box of Luck Charms cereal, he heard Murdoc's voice carry through the hallway and into the kitchen. "Where the bloody hell is that skinny little fuckin' runt?" He turned and looked towards the opening, his left eyebrow cocked up in confusion.

"Oi' Murdoc? Who you looking for?" he called as he placed the box back into the cabinet. Murdoc entered the kitchen, his chest bare as he held up his shirt which was clenched in his hands. He walked towards 2D with quick menacing steps, stopping in front of him and seemingly towering over him. "Wot' up?"

"Wot up? You wanna know wot up? I'll tell you wot' bloody up! My shirt is wot up! Look at it!" he growled. It seemed confusing as to how something as trivial as a shirt had upset Murdoc but it obviously had upset him a great deal. He had thrusted it into 2D's face, making the singer back up into the counter and bang his back against the edge. "Well?"

"Well wot?" 2D asked confused. Murdoc seemed to grow two more feet as he looked down at 2D who cowered before him. His green tinted teeth were clenched together as he growled down at him. "Murdoc, I don' understand wot you gettin' upset about! Wot wrong with the shirt?"

"Russel said you did the laundry last. My shirt is shrunk. Not any shirt, but my favorite shirt. You did the laundry last which means your shrunk my shirt!" he yelled, his eyes closing as he did so. 2D took this moment to slink away from Murdoc but it didn't work. The bassist had grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, making it close around the singer's neck and choke him.

"Murdoc!" 2D grasped as he began to claw at his shirt. "Leggo o me! Leggo dammit!" Murdoc only tightened the collar, making 2D gasp out for air. His darkened eyes rolled back up into his head as his legs began to give out beneath him, causing the collar to tighten even more around him. "Can… can't breathe." He could hear Murdoc chuckle behind him as he felt the collar loosen around his neck as Murdoc eased his grip. 2D took in long need breaths, his hand rubbing the sore flesh of his neck. "Don' see wot the big prob'em is. You don' wear much o anythin'. Always walkin' round in you knickers." Murdoc's murderous chuckle sounded in his right ear and 2D noticed that the bassist was now too close for comfort. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, desperately trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

"You gotta pay."

"Pay for wot? Shrinkin' you already ugly shirt?" 2D growled out, shocked at his own voice. Murdoc's hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing it tightly, causing the singer to gag and sputter.

"Growing balls now, are we?" Murdoc growled. 2D could feel his back being pressed against a hard chest. He swallowed the spit in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to bob against Murdoc's rough calloused hands. "Yeah, you gotta pay for shrinkin' my 'ugly shirt,'" Murdoc stated, a sarcastic tone coming across at the end of the statement.

"Wot' if I don' wanna?" 2D asked, already know the answer. He had no choice. He could only hope that it would be the usual beating of fists upon sore open flesh and nothing really horrible. 2D knew very well what Murdoc was capable of but he had decided early on, he never wanted to find out personally.

"Now 2D, you know the answer to that already," Murdoc chuckled, his other hand coming down to 2D waist, beginning to unbuckle his belt. 2D's eyes widened and he fought to get up, his hands grabbing at Murdoc's as he tried to pry them off. He could hear Murdoc chuckling behind him, pressing himself harder against 2D's back. 2D bit his lip, managing the escape Murdoc's prying hands. He bolted up from the floor, grasping at the counter trying desperately to find something to keep Murdoc at bay. He could hear him laughing, could feel his hands grabbing at his legs. 2D kicked at them, deciding to give up and run for it. His feet tripped over themselves, sending him sprawled out onto the tile floor. "Always the klutz, aren' ya 2D?" Murdoc's hands were running up 2D's calves slowly, his nails digging into his jeans. 2D flipped over onto his back, trying to kick at Murdoc who was steadily climbing his way up 2D's body.

"Urgh! Stop it Murdoc! Leggo!" Murdoc only chuckled and preceded to strip 2D of his jeans. "Wot the- oh god…" With the feeling that his lungs were collapsing, 2D's eyes rolled back up into his head, the last thing he heard being Murdoc's cruel chuckle, and finally, the last thing he felt being something warm and rough grasping him roughly in the pants area.

TBC