RusDoc - This one's more on the fluffy side :) Also I would like to apologize if most of these are Mudz one shots / I just think he's hawt/cute lol


It was a gloomy day over Kong. The sky shrouded with grey clouds that drizzled cold rain over the landfill. Zombies groaned as they wandered the property in search for their next meal. Gun shots echoed throughout the otherwise quiet scape as Murdoc hunted the undead from up in the car lot, his aim had drastically improved since the first time they moved into the large haunted studio. He smirked proudly as another zombie dropped, mentally clapping himself on the back in congratulations.

"What're you doin now, you crazy cracka' ass?" Russel's voice broke the silence, his tone playful and footsteps heavy on the pavement as he made his way over to the satanist.

"huntin' zombies, what's it look like lards...?" Murdoc shot back quickly, his tone fiery yet Russel could hear the smirk behind the rhetorical question, "You need somethin'? I'm a bit busy here."

Russel came to stand beside Murdoc, setting down a mug of hot tea on the edge. "you're gonna catch your death out here, man. At least put a shirt on." The drummer couldn't help but be amused at how stubborn the bassist was, but it gave him the chance to check him out. Driving his eyes along the wicked curved of Murdoc's back, mentally playing with that soft, light patch of chest hair between his fingers, and of course the currently perked nipples that called for attention.

"I'm fine Russ, bugga' off would ya...?" The satanist more demanded than asked, but the black man could see the lil smile on the shorter man's face. Russel stood there, arms crossed and not budging for a few minutes before Murdoc finally caved with a dramatic groan. "Fine! I'll drink yer dammed tea."

He finally turns, setting the rifle aside as he picks up the mug of tea and takes a sip. His cheeks, lil pointy ears, and nose were red from the cold which Russ found unbelievably cute. Murdoc turns his back on the drummer with a huff after noticing how much he was staring at him.

"So wot's brainache and Noodle gu'l up to?" He didn't want his drummer seeing him blush, those milky white eyes always made him shiver and feel a little hot.

"They're playin games in Noodle's room," Russ replied softly and moved closer to Murdoc, resting his large hands on those tanned shoulders and gently kneading them, earning a soft grunt from the older Brit. "Ya got another knot back here, you know."

"Mm... Well get it then, idiot," Mudz replied softly, his voice a bit husky and his body relaxed as he let himself feel those hands work his shoulders.

Russel couldn't help but smirk as he started rubbing his thumbs in circles between his bassist's shoulder blades. He's such a demanding little drama queen. Just after a couple of minutes he had the satanist leaned back against him, head resting back on the black man's chest and eyes closed. One of the large hands caresses around the Brit's neck, feeling up his throat to the underside of his jaw before gently grabbing it and tilting Murdoc's head back further. The bassist opened his eyes a bit and stared up at his lover, feeling very warm now that he was so close to the larger male.

"Well... Get on with it," Mudz sneered a bit as his cheeks reddened further, this time not from the cold. The drummer chuckles softly then presses a kiss to first the crooked nose then captures his slightly chapped lips in a deep kiss. Murdoc's eyes flutter close as he kissed back, bringing a hand up and placing it on the back of Russ' smooth head. It had taken the demon bassist ages to get used to the possessed drummer's romantic tendencies, but he didn't mind it now. It always made him feel like he was special... Like he could melt into a gooey puddle and still be loved just as much. Likewise it had taken Russel a bit of time to keep up with Murdoc in the bedroom, the smaller male was lewd and vocal, and downright sexy when he was riled up.

Russel breaks the kiss and runs his tongue over Mudz's bottom lip teasingly, earning a slight whimper. "Ready to come inside now?"

"Shut up..." Murdoc growled as he spun around and hottily walked off towards Russel's room. The drummer smirked and followed him, ready to spark a flame they could both get warm to.