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Summary: After a mess of events caused by your one and only, Murdoc the Satanist, 2D finds himself suffering the consequences. MPreg, Rape

2D stared at the tiled wall of their new bathroom with a blank face. A hand wrested over his belly while other held a small, white stick. On the floor by his feet a group of them sat. All of them colored with two parallel lines of blue.

He glanced down at the object, saw the the heart stopping positive and made a small whine, like a panicked, cornered animal. He began to sob, holding his head in his arms and letting the stick fall and join the others

He was pregnant.

Inseminated by a rape.

His memories of the event were still fresh, they still haunted him, playing like a movie over and over in his head and not even his pills could help him, especially not now. It had been during an argument about the album that 2D had released without Murdoc's "permission" that had set him off. The man had been drunk, angry, depraved and had given into his carnal need.

At first it was punches and kicks with the occasional scratch, but Murdoc Alphonce Niccals, notorious for his promiscuous life style, hadn't had a lay since they arrived to the nasty pink hunk of trash. The only people present in his company were their fellow musicians, his singer, his cyborg, and the occasional angry pirate or black clouds member.

He hadn't known what his relationship with the collaborators had been because he had spent most of his time pent up in that cell and being angry to really notice. For all he knew he could've been shagging all of them, but 2D's questions had been answered as a definite 'nope' because here was the bassist, ripping at his boxers while grinding onto him, in the flash of a second. Like some sort of starving dog being thrown a steak.

Then, when he was done with him, he'd left him like some sort of cheap tramp, taking to lighting a smoke on the far side of the room. 2D had curled in on himself and cried onto the crook of his elbow until the satanist had ordered the Cyborg Noodle to carry him away. Then he'd clung to her cold, soulless body on the walk back until she wrenched him away.

After that 2D found himself in the same position more than often, mostly when the man was drunk and in the very rare occasion he was tipsy, but none the less under some sort of influence. The man was almost never sober come to think of it. Even before he'd taken a liking to the new form of abuse, he was always licking up some sort of alcohol. It was a miracle that he hadn't dropped dead from some sort of organ failure yet.

A banging woke him from his thoughts and he quickly snatched up all the tests before stuffing them back into the box and storing them away in his hoodie. "Open up faceache, or I swear this door's gonna be comin' down!" He quickly complied after wiping his eyes the best he could. He froze like a deer at headlights as he came face to face with the bassist in question. "You waitin' for a show or somethin'? Get movin', Get movin'!" Murdoc shoved the younger man out before slamming the opening shut behind him.

2D stumbled awkwardly before catching himself and darting into his room. He shoved the box under his pillow and quickly calmed himself. The bassist's relationship hadn't changed with him. In fact when they'd been reunited after being separated for a month and a half he had been greeted with an empty can of beer to the side of his head.

However, 2D's feelings remained unaffected despite the whole ordeal. Besides him banishing those emotions to the back of his mind, he still felt the loyalty, the adoration that he had always held for the bassist. They weren't dead even after the man humiliated him and beat him and shut him up in a room at the bottom of an ocean where he eventually got swallowed up by a whale. They were just tired and worn from the years of dealing with Murdoc.

He wasn't sure on the other man's feelings. Hell the satanist was probably barren of the ability to feel consideration or emotion for anyone that wasn't him. That was just the type of man Murdoc was. The type of man 2D was sure he'd always be. But from time to time he'd catch the green skinned man watching him from afar with an almost thoughtful look, the most thoughtful look a drunk like him could manage.

There was one thing he knew for sure. Murdoc would not be happy when he found out about the life that bloomed in his belly. 2D was even afraid he'd sacrifice it- or better yet eat it! He cringed at the thought of Murdoc biting into a small baby leg like a scene from one of his zombie movies.

He had to be at least 2 and a half months in, maybe even three. The bump on his stomach was noticeable and his morning sickness was beginning to reside. He worried time to time, worried about getting stretch marks, wondered if he'd be able to successfully give birth to a baby and where this baby would pop out from.

He didn't know how he was going to do this. How he'd hide this in the remaining months. His parents were always a choice, but he cringed at the thought of revealing what happened at the Plastic Beach. The thought of revealing what happened to anyone was nerve racking, but to his parents? Absolutely horrifying.

2D was going to have to ride this out alone for most of the months, but a small part of him was okay with that.

He wouldn't be alone.

He'd have his baby.

AN: I can promise that this will end since I have it all planned out. I might not be quick on the uploads because I'm not really supposed to be writing this stuff and if I get caught (god help me) I could have everything confiscated, but don't worry this won't come to an abrupt halt.

I noticed that this pairing was dying and Gorillaz is on hiatus (i think) so I'm pretty sure that 2D/Murdoc will be a dead in the next year or so and I've had this idea for so long that I just want to throw it out before there's no one reading on them.

But yeah, as said, I promise that this will end one way or another and updates will happen even if they're slow. Feel free to tell me what you think.

-Surindip Murder