Disclaimer: If they were mine, I wouldn't be typing this. I'd prolly be having a wild hot threesome with 2D and Mudzykins.

AU: FIRST GORILLAZ FIC EVER YAY. So tell me it doesn't suck and inflate my ego and I will be your willing slave for all eternity. I wrote this during school. Woo. So yeah. Story now.

2D stood before the Winnebago, just staring at the door, which he know Murdoc had padlocked from the inside. The soft glow of candlelight flooded through the parts of windows that hadn't been completely covered up, making the cold, dirty carpark look almost comfortable.
He considered turning back. Murdoc probably had a prostitute in there, or just didn't want to be bothered. Or maybe he was sleeping. It was quite late, after all. Past midnight. He didn't hear the smoke-damaged voice of the bassist, so yeah, he was probably sleeping. 2D smiled to himself, finding an excuse to leave, but stopped when he picked up the sound of Murdoc's bass somewhere within the hellish interior of the automobile affectionately known as the 'Bago. He listened more closely, wondering what he was playing. What he heard, he couldn't recall ever hearing before. Maybe Murdoc wrote something. Or was just strumming random strings. Anyway, he was busy... then the music stopped. One by one, the candles were blown out. So he was going to bed. Wanted to sleep. 2D, finding this the opportune moment, raised a fist to knock, but before he could, the door swung open, revealing an annoyed-looking Murdoc Niccals, topless as usual, cigarette dangling from his lips, black, torn jeans practically hanging from his narrow hipbones.
And that's when Stu-pot started stuttering, trying to form words, knowing he should have left when he'd had the chance.
"Whaddya want?" The Satanist asked after taking the cigarette from his mouth, flicking ashes onto the asphalt below him, casting a glare at the younger man before him..
"...P-power went out," 2D managed staring up at him.
"No shit."
"I was cold in me room. Wonderin' if I can sleep in 'ere t'night, mebbe."
"Coulda crawled into bed with Russ. You'd be warmer."
"Muds, you gonna lemme come in or should I go?"
"...Noodle's prolly lookin' for ya. Scared or some shit."
The vocalist sighed, studying the ashes from the bassist's cigarette on the floor. "I'll jus' go, then..." He looked back up, casting him a disappointed smile, turning to leave.
Ready to head back to his room, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and was forcibly turned around by it. "I guess you can come in, if ya want." Murdoc backed away, allowing the blue-haired intruder to enter.
Immideatly, the older man returned to his bed, laying down and covering himself with a threadbare, stained white sheet.
2D decided it would be best to just curl up on the carpet where there was a clean area. He found something blanket nearby and pulled that over himself, closing his eyes and attempting to sleep despite the putrid smell that the bassist had tried to cover up by hanging hundreds of colorful pine-tree air fresheners, and failed miserably.
About ten minutes later, Murdoc had almost gotten to sleep when he felt another body craw into his bed and under the sheet, slipping an arm around his torso. It took him a moment to realize who it was. He was slightly alarmed by the act of affection, but he soon grew comfortable, and turned to face the other man. Following suit, he snaked an arm over 2D's waist, pulling him closer.
Cuddling into eachother, they fell asleep, more comfortable than either of them had been in their lives.

The next morning, Murdoc demanded that the incident would never leave the Winnebago.
And it didn't.