Murdoc's Victory

 

Murdoc leaned towards his radio, hoping to find a faint trace of those blasted pirates through the static. He was positive it wasn't a drunken hallucination he had had last night; after weeks of their disappearance Murdoc thought they had given up on him. He leaned into his seat as he tried to focus through the white noise. He sat, his cigarette nearly burned out from lack of use, and sat but nothing. This was a problem. If Murdoc didn't get some sort of confirmation that they were, in fact, back then he'd never know when to expect them again!

“Fuckin' bastards…” Murdoc's patience was wearing thin, causing an emphatic snarl to escape him as he hit the radio. Suddenly, there was a connection to the pirates and just as Murdoc threw himself to grab hold of the radio, the contact was interrupted by a loud screech of tires. 'What?! No!'

“No, no, no, no, no!” Murdoc listened again but no link came through. He shook the radio angrily and tried to listen again but still no connection came through. “Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Murdoc roared loudly, slamming the door to his winnebago open only to find 2D and Vicky standing near a car he'd never seen before. “Yah nimwits! D'yah know what'ya just did?! I'm going t' be dead soon if yah don't shut up!” He stalked over to them, ripping a bag out of 2D's hands.

“S-Sorry Mudz! We was cleanin' out VV's new car! She jus' got it 'n' is used n', n'-”

Murdoc tightened his hold on the bag– 2D's voice irking him more than Murdoc could say– and swung with all his power at 2D's head. Maybe with enough force, he could pop 2D's eyes back into place.

“Hey! What the hell Murdoc!”

Catching his attention, Murdoc brought his attention to the hispanic American. “What?” He snapped at her.

“Jesus! What the hell bit your dick off this morning?” Vicky leaned over 2D, checking his head. “You okay D?” she said, waiting until he nodded to glare at Murdoc. “What the hell?”

“'What the hell'? I'll tell yah what! The pair of yah just interrupted a very important pirate radio frequency I was liftin', and now–! Now I have no way of knowin' when they'll attack!” said Murdoc as he threw his arms up and sat on the hood of Vicky's car.

Vicky rolled her eyes, choosing to focus on 2D. “Where are your pills?”

2D tried to answer but his head pounded as a result so instead he reached into his jean jacket and pulled out the bottle, which Vicky snatched out of his hand. He peeked over his hand to find Murdoc sulking with a cigarette before Vicky nudged for him to take the two small white ovals in her hand. He would've dry–swallowed them but Vicky handed him her half opened bottle of water, to which he was grateful.

“So what's this about an attack?” Vicky asked but was answered with a scoff. “Alright, fine! You were the one being a little bitch about something but if you don't want help-”

“I don't need help, I need silence.”Murdoc spat, throwing his cigarette onto the ground, and stormed back to his mobile home only to poke his head out a minute later. “Oh, and that's the ugliest car I've ever had the misfortune of seein', dollface! Keep it down!” He slammed the door loudly.

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“Ooo! He makes me so mad!” Vicky and 2D had returned to her home after Vicky nearly dove into Murdoc's winnie to give him what-for. “He's disrespectful, rude, doesn't care about anyone but himself! What the hell's his problem?” She huffed next to 2D.

“Well, 'e does have those pirates after 'im, 'n' all.” 2D shrugged.

“Oh man, you of all people shouldn't be defending him. He treats you the worst!”

“'e jus' has a temper, is all…”

“Temper my ass! I'd like to see him try and hit me the way he does you.” Vicky frowned.

“'e wouldn' hit yew…” 'That'd hurt 'is chances of takin' yew 'way from me.' 2D thought, thinking that if he said it out loud, he'd put the idea into her head and he'd end up with a repeat of Paula; she used to rant about Murdoc the same.

“He'd better not even try, I'll knock his ass into yester-year. God! Why do you even stick around?”

2D shrugged. “Ah dunno… Guess ah go' use' t' bein' in Kong or sumfink.”

“Still, that's no way to live…” Vicky sighed. “I mean, I get him being worried about the pirates and all, but he doesn't have to take it out on us, y'know what I mean?”

“Yeh, well, that's tha way Mudz is ah guess.”

“It's weird.” Vicky leaned on 2D's shoulder, who grunted his inquiry. “Just that, I never expected Murdoc to be this kind of person when I first met him. I thought he was charming and funny, albeit a bit perverted.” She chuckled, making 2D choke back his earlier worry. “But then I met you,” Vicky said as she turned up to look at 2D. “- and I caught a glimpse of the real Murdoc… If it wasn't for Murdoc, though, I'd never get to meet you, so I guess I have him to thank for that.” She smiled at 2D.

2D felt his stomach tighten, Vicky's face was flushed after the rant she threw and her bottom lip was pink and swollen from all the biting did. He wrapper his arm around her shoulder and brought his nose to her hair; coconut. 2D grabbed Vicky's face and turned it so she was looking at him again. She stared for a moment and then leaned up to offer her lips, which 2D happily claimed.

Vicky made quick to move on top of 2D and bury her hand in his hair. She moaned, feeling his hands cupping her breasts– shirt and all. Their tongues took a final expedition of each other's mouths before Vicky had to pull away for air. 2D quickly took advantage of the moment to remove Vicky's shirt. Vicky's core became wet and uncomfortable and as she returned to kiss him, she felt her pelvis grind against 2D. It felt amazing and she moaned loudly as evidence of this, turning 2D on even more and so he tightly held on to her hips.

“Hold on, let me-” Vicky panted as she got off of 2D to remove her capris. She had just managed to remove the pants from one foot when 2D grabbed her and pulled her on top of him again, removing the pants from her other foot himself. Vicky wrapped her arms around 2D's neck and continued to kiss him as her center, once again, began to heat up. She let out a slow moan and her hips gyrated on 2D's jean-clad hardening member. Her pace started picking up and every time 2D attempted to stope her she would drown him with another deep kiss. As the friction increased 2D became increasingly hard and he almost climaxed when Vicky reached her peak and stopped rotating herself to moan pleasurably.

“Shit, VV, ah can' wait anymore! ah gotta be inside yew, please!” 2D begged, hoping she wouldn't leave him wanting like yesterday. She didn't disappoint and simply nodded.

As she was quivering away her orgasm, 2D unzipped his pants, pulled her underwear to the side and within seconds was inside her pulsing depths. He groaned deeply but maintained steady pace until Vicky could join him. When she began circling her hips against him 2D got to work picking up speed and was soon thrusts away from his own orgasm.

“Oh fuck, D!” Vicky moaned. “You feel so– ah!– good! I'm– mm!– gonna explo– oh!–de…”

Her words only increased 2D's arousal and he thrusted deeply inside of Vicky, trying to hold out as long as humanly possible.

“VV– uh!– VV, ah'm– bloody 'ell!– ah'm gonna cum ah– uh!– ah finkk!” That said, 2D felt his sperm shoot out of his body and into Vicky who continued to ride 2D into another orgasm herself.

They stayed there as their sweat continued to mingle; their hearts pounding rapidly and their breaths trying to keep up. 2D leaned on Vicky's full soft caramel breasts, himself still inside her. Vicky reached behind her and took off her bra, causing 2D to whimper at the loss of gravity in her bosom. She snickered and attempted to stand until 2D stopped her.

“Yew fluffed down my pillow but yew'r no' movin'… yew're warm…”

“Pervert.” Vicky smiled. “Fine, a little longer but then I'm gonna shower, deal?”

“Shower? Wot for?” 2D mumbled into her chest.

“Uh, 'cause I'm sweaty and to wash out your– um…– present.”

“Huh?”

“I gotta wash out your spermatozoa so that my ovum isn't fertilized and I don't become impregnated.” She giggled.

“VV, luv, mah blood is jus' comin' back to me 'ead, yew gotta talk clearah 'n' that.” said 2D as he gently bit the top of Vickys right breast.

“Ow!” She hit him gently on the shoulder and laughed. “Jerk. What I mean is that I gotta to wash out your sperm from inside me, as a precaution against-”

“Oh! Ah get it. Awright, yeh. Yew can go, but ah'm no' gonna like it.” He bit her again.

“Would you stop!” Vicky laughed as she got up and walked to her shower. She turned on the cold water, she temperature cooling down her body.

“Y'know, now that yew mention it, we shoul' pro'lly go buy some stuff for yew 'n' me.” 2D said, suddenly inside the shower. “Eyah! Tha's cold!”

“Haha, feels great! I think I have to go to the doctor first, though, to get the pill and possibly even the morning after pill.” Vicky's cold and refreshed body gained temperature without notice and Vicky turned to face 2D. “Hello handsome.” She smiled but as he kissed her gently she couldn't help but feel something off. “What's wrong?”

“Ah dunno… Actually, ah do… Ah have sumfink t' tell yew.” He leaned his forehead against her, his deep black eyes staring into her chocolate brown ones.

“Yeah?”

“All f'is talkin' 'bout protection has me thinkin' 'n' ah fink yew shoul' know…”

“Alright then, out with it.” Vicky frowned, worrying about what it could possibly be that 2D had to tell her suddenly.

“Well, tha truff is that ah apparently gots a bunch a kids out sumwhere.”

“Oh…” Vicky cleared her throat and leaned against the tile, away from 2D who just stood there, waiting for further reaction. “Do you see them often?”

“No, ah haven' met mos' a them, 'n' tha res ah only seen once or twice.”

“Uh-huh…” Vicky took water into her palms and threw it on her face, wiping it clean. “Why not?”

“Tha moms, they came t' tell me or they tol' sum tabloids, they wan'ed money 'n' as soon as they go' it they was gone, I dunno.” 2D shrugged, wringing some water out of his hair.

“They never called for you to be involved with your children?”

2D shook his head, “no.”

“That's too bad.”

“Wot?”

“It's too bad, those kids won't get to know their daddy or spend time with him. Here, crouch down real quick.” She grabbed the shampoo and lathered it into his hair.

“Yew're no' mad?”

“Mad? 'Cause you have kids? Nope. I was shocked, sure, but I mean you're a friggin' rock star. I think the bigger shock would be if you told me you were a virgin.” Vicky laughed, making 2D feel much less stressed. “There's no way for you to contact them?”

“Unless ah said ah'd give 'em a million pounds. They all wan'ed money but then they disappeared.”

“Here, wash that out. That's a bummer. Kids need their dads, no matter who they are. Conditioner?”

“No fanks.” 2D shook his head causing soapy water to land all between the shower door and the tile wall.

“Do you ever use it?” Vicky asked, pouring a large amount into her hair and completely covering it with the softening substance.

“No, mah hair's clean enuff wif tha shampoo so why use it.” 2D said as he tried to pry the hairbrush from Vicky's hands but she refused.

“No way, Jose. My curly hair is thick and there's a lot of it, meaning it falls out in thick large amounts. And that's embarrassing so you're not touching this brush.” She playfully scolded. “You done then?”

“Yeh.”

“Alrighty, I think I have some big pants or some basketball shorts that might fit you and your skinny ass.” She giggled. “I'll be out in a sec. Oh, and just put your clothes in the hamper, I'll take them down with some of mine in a sec so you have something to wear tomorrow.”

“Yew don' gotta do all that, VV.”

“I might as well. I'm going down either way and it'd be ruder to wash clothes but leave yours. Pero eso sí, tomorrow you cook breakfast!” But this is certain…

“Awright, awright.” 2D grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his middle before exiting the shower. “Yew'r like me mum, cept ah sleep wiff yew.”

“Uh… ew… D, don't ever say that again.”

“See yew in a tic…” 2D was about to leave but not before throwing in, “mum!”

“Just wait 'till I get outta here! I'll show you 'mom'!” Vicky laughed.