This is my first fic, so it's not that great. Rated MA for upcoming scenes. Enjoy^^

Russel wiped his sweaty, creased from concentration forehead. The dull sound of zombies groaning in hunger was barely acknowledged as he focused on attaching batwings to a pig with wheels for feet. His thick fingers worked quickly, his mind drifting off to previous matters.

The Gorillaz were having a movie night. Placating only the singer, they sat in the dark watching Dawn of the Dead. Noodle, sat snug on the worn couch, slept soundlessly with a seething bassist at her side. The dark-haired man tapped his cigarette stained fingers on the arm of the couch, not too out of his normal mindset. Russel looked over and silently watched everyone with his eerie, white eyes without being nagged at his . He wanted to be alone with Stu, wanted to smoothly, albiet awkwardly, throw his meaty arm over 2D's shoulder. He had to start somewhere afterall if he wanted to win Stuart over.

Yet, chances are, Russel realized, that if he managed to somehow get the other two bandmates out ,and as a result, had the chance to freely flirt with the dopey man, 2D wouldn't even notice. Was the singer even capable of being vicarious in a way that would allow him to realize another person's feelings or intentions? There also could be the chance that he does notice what's going on and, repulsed, turns Russ down.

Was Russel really that 'in love' with 2D to put his pride in risk? This was a question the dark-skinned man often asked himself. He also pondered why he wasn't hesitant about accepting his feelings towards 'D. Hell, he had just found out a few weeks ago and he already had a plan on how to win the pretty boy over! (Granted, it wasn't a plan that promised success) It had been much harder to think this way about a few girls in his class years ago or woman now that had caught his eye.

The more Russel thought about it, the more it made sense. The girls back then and the woman now that struck his fancy were always beautiful in some way. In their appearance, in the way they thought, in the way they did things. But they weren't Stu, therefore, weren't really worth his time. They didn't have magical keyboard fingers(As far as he knew) and they didn't space out at the most inappropiate times. They didn't have the same cute satsuma arse as him, or soft and pale skin that dipped in all of the right places...Oh God, here we go again.

Russel's thoughts must have been outwardly shown on his face because at that moment Murdoc stood up with an irritated growl. "This is a downright depressing movie! It's bad enough that I have to fucking watch this again without Lards looking like he's constipated!" Before Russ could threaten the olive-skinned man, Murdoc picked up the axe princess and left, muttering curses and other such inarticulate profanities.

Russel settled back into his comfortable position next to 2D. From the scenes playing on the TV, Russel assumed they were half way through the flick. He studied the singer's face a moment. The light from the TV complimented his complexion wonderfully, his skin appearing to be glowing. The older man felt an urge to stroke 2D's face right under his purple-hued bags where his protruding cheek bone was. How strange. Russel was suddenly aware of 2D's hands fiddling in his lap. Out of anticipation for an upcoming movie scene or something else, Russel didn't know. Well, until the zombie man spoke up.

"Why're you staring at me?" It wasn't said accusingly, but nervously. Russel opted not to say anything, and it must've worked because 2D's hands stopped moving as he was pulled back into the plot of the movie. The thicker man let out a soft breath and thought about how he was going to flirt with 2D now that they were alone.

Now he knew 'D would definitely notice. How he would react, though, Russ didn't know. He lacked knowledge on how to woo men, especially pretty, painkiller-addicted men. He didn't want to creep the younger man out by treating him like a lady, but also didn't want him to think of it as a normal action of friendship. Russel mentally scoffed. Why was he overthinking this? There were only two possible results; He ends up with 2D, he doesn't end up with 2D.

He cautiously raised his head and buried his nose in 2D's gelled hair, biting his lip when the blue-haired man failed to respond. He grabbed 2D's slim hand and rubbed over his bony knuckles with the pad of his thumb. The singer placed his hand back in his lap and turned his head to look at Russ questioningly. Shrugging it off, he averted his dented eyes back to the Television. Fuck it, Russel thought. He would have to be even more blunt. He cupped the back of 'D's skull and turned his head, holding him in place as he kissed him softly.

Wow! That's all Russel thought as he brushed his lips against the younger man's, barely kissing him. It wasn't quite the same as he thought it would feel; It was ten times better, even it that did sound a bit corny. 2D's lips were slightly chapped, but warm and soft; inviting. Just as he was about to unconsciously make the kiss deeper, he was abruptly pushed away.

"W-what the hell?" 2D squeaked. Russel watched, devastated, as 2D shot up from his seat and shuddered. "T-that was..." He muttered a sorry and walked away stiffly as if things were too awkward for him to remember how to walk properly. Russel frowned and stared at the telly awhile, thinking. The movie had just ended and the credits were rolling quickly.

Russel sat back and observed his horrid masterpiece. He had sought out taxidermy to forget everything that had happened last night, but it was unsuccessful. He kept remembering the pure repulsion on the singer's face after he kissed him. Maybe he shouldn't have done that afterall...Russel sighed and got to work on his previously cleaned squirrel carcass.

Thank you for reading!