Gorillaz Oneshots

jealousy - 2doc

Where: A bar in Essex
Who: Stu, Murdoc, and some random strippers
Stuart and Murdoc go to a bar and get hit on, making Murdoc even more jealous than Stu was.
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Smut warning.

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"Hello, ladies!!" Murdoc exclaimed, flying the door open and smirking. Although he was definitely Stuart's boyfriend, they had to keep quiet for now. It was 2003, for Satan's sake, and hell forbid anyone who found out.

They tried to play it cool; tried to hit on some girls (especially Murdoc), but made sure that things didn't get too far.

Murdoc, of course, didn't have many boundaries when it came to flirting. He sees a woman, he flirts. He sees a goddamn potted plant, he flirts. The man would never stop. That is, until it got to men, because Murdoc Niccals was "not gay."

Stuart, however, didn't flirt as much. He was the more clumsy, ditzy type, and any woman at that bar could tell he was definitely gay. He flirted with at least two girls by buying them some alcohol, but didn't hear from them for the rest of the night. To say the least, Stu was slightly jealous of how easy it was for Murdoc to get women.

So, to get back at his boyfriend, Stu would go to a gay bar, dragging Murdoc along with him. He'd make men flirt with him, even sometimes kiss him briefly. Every time, he'd make sure that Murdoc was in sight. He wanted Murdoc to flip out. He wanted him to be jealous.

Jealousy. This word did not go well with Murdoc's name. Murdoc Faust Niccals? Being jealous? That's completely unheard of.

He'd had enough. Seeing men toss around Stu as if he were a blowup doll made Murdoc's face grow an awfully horrifying scowl. Dare anyone touch his precious baby, they'd be dead meat in a heartbeat.

Murdoc stomped over to the gaggle of men and growled lowly, making some of them back up. Stu gulped, his breathing quickening and a terrified look upon his face. He knew damn well that if these men got any closer, Murdoc would be put in jail because of how many deaths there would be.

Murdoc didn't lay a finger on the men; instead, he shot death glares at each of them, staring daggers into their skulls and mentally killing them. The group of men left Stu alone with Murdoc and ran for the hills, horrified about the intimidating short man.

Stu gulped once again, twiddling his fingers out of a nervous habit. Murdoc stepped close to Stuart, settling his hands upon Stuart's face. He took one away and slapped him, trying to get some sort of reaction out of him.

Instead, the powerful slap just made Stuart wince and his hand flew to his face where he caressed the red mark, tears forming in his oil black eyes. He immediately mumbled some "sorry"'s, but that didn't cut it. Letting other men mess with him and watching Murdoc the entire time was not an action that could be made up for with some form of an apology.

Murdoc grumbled a sentence, too quiet for Stu to hear, and gripped his arm, pulling him towards the exit. He needed to know that he was Murdoc's, and Murdoc's only.

Once they reached Kong Studios, Murdoc pinned Stu against the wall, making him whimper. The taller man knew that what he'd done was no-doubt against the rules and what was coming next, he deserved all of. Whether it be torture, sex, or even being forced to watch Diff'rent Strokes on repeat, he deserved every bit of it.

Murdoc huffed and gritted his teeth, showing the sharp beauties that had placed themselves on Stu's delicate body before. The memory of those events made Stu shiver and his breath hitched as they dug into his skin once again. He whimpered and mixed a moan into it as Murdoc bit down, drawing some blood.

Stu knew what was coming next. He knew that Murdoc was going to set him down on their bed and make love to him mercilessly. But, that was the joy of it all. Stu didn't want some cheesy love story; especially when it came to sex. Murdoc didn't want it either; he wanted the freedom of fucking him however and whenever he wanted.

Their sex life was absolutely active; they'd do it at least three times a week. And that's what kept them together. No, they weren't boyfriends just for the sex, but they would use it as a form of an apology. If one of them fucked up, they would get fucked; up, down, and sideways.

They gradually scooted towards the elevator and stepped in, pressing the up button. They passionately made out against the wall, where they had done it before when the elevator got stuck. The sweet memories made them both smile and gave Stu's back a generous shiver.

Once the elevator doors opened, the couple bumped into the wall, stumbling towards their room. It wasn't a drunk stumble, it was a stumble of nervousness and lust. They were too flushed to be thinking straight, let alone thinking about where they were.

As they reached their oh-so-familiar room, Stu's eager hands fumbled with Murdoc's pants, struggling to get them off. His heart was racing faster than the Indy 500 race and he knew, somehow, he'd fuck Murdoc's pants up. He'd somehow rip them, just like any other time.

Murdoc stopped him, chuckling as they both remembered Stuart's problem with pants. He took off his own pants, discarding them somewhere in their room and moving to Stu's jeans, tearing them off (not literally) and tossing them off to the side.

Stuart attacked Murdoc, taking them both to the ground and kissing him sloppily. His legs entangled themselves with Murdoc's short ones, his knee brushing over Murdoc's "area." He earned a muffled moan and suddenly felt more dominant than usual.

Stuart was usually the bottom during their sex, but recently, he started to feel more dominant whilst making out with Murdoc. He'd topped once before, and Murdoc definitely liked it. Maybe he could top again?

Murdoc's gruff voice suggested that they go to the bed, making Stuart stand up and pick up Murdoc by his bum, wrapping his legs around his waist. Stu lied Murdoc down and kissed him once more, pulling off his own shirt and throwing it off to the side. Murdoc did the same and grabbed Stu, pulling him on top of him.

He whispered sweet profanities into Stuart's ear, gaining a satisfying smirk from the man on top of him. He'd said that Stu should top again and it wouldn't hurt if he did it all the time. Stuart was quite happy about this and migrated down to Murdoc's waist, planting soft kisses down his body on his way.

Murdoc whimpered, surprisingly, and his fingers tangled themselves in Stu's sky blue hair. Stuart hooked his finger under the waistband of Murdoc's underwear, pulling it down painfully slowly. Murdoc grumbled something that made Stu go faster, ripping the underwear off of him. He shimmied out of his own and tossed both pairs to the side, licking his lips as Murdoc grabbed the bottle of lube from their nightstand.

That night was going to be wonderful.

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