So...this is just something I wrote up in Math class in my notebook. I haven't really revised it or anything. I really like the idea of 2D/Daley so...I thought I'd give it a whirl...but I'm not too good at writing Murdoc, I admit.

Anyway...maybe some backstory...I guess this is like...if Daley stayed on the island after Doncamatic or whatever.

It really is just a bit of fun I wrote so...hate away if you like.

RATING: M for lots of swearing. (There are sexual references, but those are in the T category.)

GORILLAZ BELONG TO DAMON ALBARN, JAMIE HEWLETT AND CASS BROWNE.

Christ, it nearly drives me to drink when I put a single thought to it. To think how that bastard goes to sleep every night lying next to my singer. My fucking 2D and every night I'm forced to listen to those same shouts, screams and cries of another man's name straight from the sorry mouth of my singer.

That fucking dullard belongs to me.

Yet, there it is...each soddin' morning that blonde bastard comes into the studio smelling right of fags from the night before. And I know damn well the son of a bitch has never held a cigarette between his bloody fingers. He just grins like a god-damn faggot, not an ounce of shame hiding behind that mask.

Then he's followed by 2D and wouldn't you know it, the brainfreeze is damn near covered from head to toe in sickly looking bites, bruises and the like. I remember every single mark I've made on that lad's precious body and I assure you that not one of those fresh wounds trace back to me.

Which means that he's been snogging my singer, touching him, putting his filthy hands on him, lifting him up into his arms, making him sigh and jerk in his grasp just as I have countless times before. He's been fucking 2D like he's got some sort of right.

What's worse is 2D's been giving me these looks. Expressions I've never ever seen spread across his stupid face. He just smiles at me, like he's not afraid or some shit. Like he thinks everything's going to be alright and everything is not going to be alright, because I'm going to rid him of that loathsome bastard as soon as it's convenient for me.

But see, it isn't convenient for me, not yet. Because I haven't bloody figured it out. Haven't figured out why. Why the fuckin' dullard is acting this way.

I've been shagging that ungrateful sod on and off as long as I've know him and he's still an ungrateful sod. How the fuck exactly have I never stirred up this reaction in ten, fuckingmiserable years?

Gorillaz is my band, 2D is my singer, I've giving him everything. Yet now I have to tolerate the sounds of his perfect voice moaning out a different man's name almost every night right under my bleedin' nose.

Come morning, the pair of em' act as if nothing's gone on, yet that four-eyes sod'll seem to conjure any excuse to lay his hands on 2D while my back is turned.

And 2D just gives me those looks, those stares, those fucking gap-toothed grins of his that've never seemed so genuine.

Well he'd better look out. Because mark my words, one day soon he's going to wake up to an empty bed. And then he'll be mine again. All mine, my touches not his. It's going to be as the way it was...back to before, like none of this has ever happened.

Because 2D is mine.

See? That's it...just thought I'd help the Gorillaz section of this site move along a bit is all.

I welcome all comments...but it is a pretty boring story. :P