This is a Low

Chapter 6: Because

Written By: StalkerDex

Author's note: Thank you again for reading you guys. Always appreciate the feedback. And to LordAizen I think you may be right. I actually noticed that before I posted it...I'm having a bit of trouble piecing everything together because I have a lot going on...plus, I did skip over a lot of detail that I normally would've included simply because I've been in a bit of a rush to get to the meat of the story (plus I was watching Seinfeld while I was writing, I confess)...I'm definitely going to put some more effort into this chapter and slow it down, take my time. Hope you guys enjoy! :D—StalkerDex

D was sitting back in his chair, his hat adjusted securely on his head, his feet back up on the dash board. His arms were folded in protest. Murdoc could tell that he was, once again, pouting; he was fairly certain it was because of the abrupt end to what they'd just done. No 'afterglow' time.

Well, fuck, that sodder should know Muds well enough to know he wasn't into all of that cuddly shit...especially not with him. Damn...sometimes with a woman, yes, he would fall asleep next her, but it wasn't because he wanted to cuddle or be loving by any means, it was usually because he was just fucking tired.

Still, he felt a little stab of guilt in his stomach, what with 2D's fragile state and all. That was the only reason though, he was trying to help him, not rock the boat even more. Fuck. Hopefully this wasn't a mistake.

"Brace yerself...we're about to come out of the water," Murdoc warned the singer.

He slightly tilted his head and looked out the window, still with his arms folded. It was really getting on Murdoc's nerves...all of this fucking pouting.

The singer squinted his eyes a bit as they emerged into the sun. Muds pressed a small button, converting the car into a regular vehicle.

"Move over, yeah, fuck...wot? Neva seen a converting water car before!? Fuck these people..." he shouted, flailing his arms a bit, at the people who were screaming and running about the beach, stunned that a car had just come racing out of the ocean towards them.

The singer smiled a bit and faced downward, looking out beneath the brim of his hat. Murdoc chuckled a bit...it was a little funny, the freak out he'd just had.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as the singer very casually reached into his pocket, pulled out a little green pack of Newports and put one of the delicious cigarettes to his lips. He let the pack sit loosely on his lap as he lit it up and took a long drag before rolling down the window to air out the smoke.

"C'n I get one please?" Murdoc asked quietly, moving his head around as he struggled to make his way through the traffic. They were close to the airport so it was, of course, very congested.

"Mmmm hmmm," he responded softly, handing one over to his band mate. It was irritating Murdoc how cold and casual the singer was behaving. He'd never seen him act that way before.

"Is this always how ya act after fucking?" he questioned, a malicious tone to his voice.

The singer just stared out the window.

"No, jus' tired. Definitely need this," he offered a tiny, forced smile as he held up his cigarette and then put it to his lips for another drag. It made Murdoc swallow hard.

"Ye, I do to, light me?" He put it in his mouth. 2D shrugged, pulled out his lighter and leaned over, putting his hand on the inside of Murdoc's thigh, dangerously close, and flicked it on. His eyes were focused on the cigarette, but the bassist knew he was well aware of where his hand was, and, despite the sex they had JUST had, he felt himself getting another erection. The angelic-zombie noticed it, but forced himself to act like he hadn't.

Murdoc sucked the smoke in, an instant head rush...soothing and calming.

"Ta," he muttered, excusing his bandmate from leaning over him for any longer.

"Course," he responded, rubbing his thigh very briefly before removing his hand and leaning back into his seat. He turned his face towards his window and continued to smoke. The two of them both needed to calm down, otherwise Russel would get an idea about the fuck they'd just had, and that was the last thing either of them wanted.

D was pretty amazed with himself for being so...well...ballsy, but he couldn't help it. He was angry with Murdoc for ending everything so abruptly. Sure, they really didn't have the time to sit there and cuddle and discuss life and the universe or anything, but he could've at least let him catch his fucking breath before making him get dressed and ready. It was as it was presented, though, really. He said he would fuck him to make him feel better, which it physically did, but of course, D wanted and needed more than that. He'd had enough meaningless sex in his life to know better...he never liked the way he felt the next day, ever.

"Ok, keep yer eyes peeled for parking."

D sighed and flicked his finished Newport out the window and rolled up his window.

"There," he spoke quietly, pointing out his window. There was a vacant space right next to him.

"Ye, I jus' saw it," the Satanist grumbled, pulling in.

The engine turned off, leaving them in a few seconds of complete silence.

"A'right, well, let's go wait in the lobby then? We can't get beyond the gate anymore, so..."

"I know, I've been in an airport in the last ten years," 2D grumbled.

"Hey, watch you're tone," Murdoc warned, careful to keep his hands to himself. He really didn't want to touch him anymore than he already had.

The singer sighed and then opened his door forcefully, got out and shut it behind him like an angry teenager. Murdoc grumbled under his breath and got out himself, clicking the car lock shut.

They walked in tense silence towards the airport. It wasn't a very long walk, but the two of them were very careful to keep their heads down so as not to be noticed by any fans that could be lurking about. That was why D had worn a hat. It didn't cover up all that much, his spiky hair still hung out everywhere, but it seemed to do the trick most of the time anyway. Muds just put on a menacing face that kept any and all fans away...except for the women who wanted to rape him...he enjoyed their attention and he knew that anyone worth a fuck would be daring enough to approach him.

The electric sliding doors moved aside to allow them into the airport. It was amazing how electric and robotic the world had become. The world was a lot like how 2D's insides felt. Controlled movements. Rigid, controlled movements.

It was very open inside and the singer could hear the echoing of everyone's footsteps, chatter, luggage being carried and etcetera around him. It really was the song of the world, all of that assorted noise. He started to bop his head a round a bit as he walked, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his shoulders up, causing him to look very small.

"Quit slouching, ya look like a bum," Murdoc demanded, putting his hand on the small of D's back, causing him to jump a bit and correct his posture.

It was very warm where Murdoc's hand had been and he held onto that warmth for a fluttering moment before it was gone. It was cold in this fucking airport.

"Oi, there he is," Murdoc pointed out.

D looked up the automatic stairs that were in front of them. He was right. There was that lovable, enormous black man. He felt his stomach flutter. He really was excited to see him. He smiled a big toothy grin, which he was sure Russel had noticed since he returned with a bright, bleach white smile. It felt like an eternity watching him come down those stairs, and he could hardly contain himself. By the time Russ had reached the bottom the singer was running towards him ecstatically.

"RUSSEL!!!" He shouted lovingly as he jumped up and wrapped his arms around his old friend's neck.

"HEY!!!!" Russel boomed jovially as he hugged the zombie singer close to him. He was so tiny! He'd lost even more weight, which Russel found alarming, but pushed aside in the joy of the moment.

"Man, it's so good to see you guys," he smiled warmly as Murdoc trudged up to him. D had already dropped back down to the floor and was beaming at the drummer, which made Murdoc feel a little...jealous?

"Good ta see ye too," Murdoc returned, not making any physical contact with Russel, which Russ respected. That was the sort of relationship they had with one another; very respectful of one another's space.

"Ok, well, let me git yer bag...issat all ye brought?"

"Well, it was all I could afford! They make ya pay for the goddamn checked luggage and they made me pay for two damn seats because of my size and all, so I just brought on a carry on."

"Fuck," Murdoc laughed, "that sucks."

"Yeah, it does dawg...discrimination, I tell you."

"Ye, suppose so," the Satanist replied as he grabbed Russel's backpack and threw it over his shoulder, leading them all to the car.

"Does it feel nice to be offa the plane?" 2D questioned, walking quickly beside Russel, his hands no longer in his pockets but poking and grabbing at the drummer excitedly. Russ didn't seem to mind it at all though.

"Fuck yeah it does...that was a long damn flight!"

2D laughed a bit, "Ya I bet. Oh man, I missed ya Russel...it's been pretty quiet on the island. Oooh, wait til ya see it though! It's really nice there. Plus, we get to ride underwater to get there!"

Sure, now he was excited about the underwater drive. Fuck, Muds wasn't even sure if the car could handle the load of Russel's weight. Well, he'd just have to find out.

He popped the trunk open, threw Russel's backpack in, shut it and then they all piled into the car.

"You sit in the back," Murdoc demanded as he pointed to 2D.

He snorted in protest, but crawled into the back seat anyway. Russel chuckled a bit. He liked it when Stu showed his distaste for things. The banter between him and Murdoc was hilarious to him ever since the singer had started to stick up for himself.

"A-ight...so how far away is this island, Man? I'm so tired of traveling."

"'S not so bad...like an hour if I go fast."

"Right...good."

Russel shifted a bit and put his hand on his head, rubbing a bit. He really wanted to discuss the matter of 2D with him, but felt it would be best if he waited. He didn't want D involved in the conversation, so he figured he'd wait until he was sleeping at the island or something.

He crossed his feet, looking down as he did so. Suddenly, he held his breath. There was something that looked an awful lot like cum on the floor. He looked over at Murdoc, still holding his breath, only to see him staring out of the window, completely focused on the traffic in front of him. Then he checked the rear-view mirror to see 2D playing around with his iPod. Normal...totally fucking normal. That cum looked fresh though...it hadn't dried into the floor yet.

He finally breathed out and cleared his throat.

"You got a cig?" He asked.

"D's got some...Hey!" Murdoc shouted as he quickly smacked D's leg, causing him to remove his headphones.

"Wot issit?"

"Give Russ a fag."

The singer nodded, nervously grabbing for his pack and eventually managing to get one out to give to his friend.

"Here ya are..." he announced, honored to give his friend a little dosage.

"Good lookin' out," he replied, graciously taking the cigarette and putting it to his lips. This was going to be a long fuckin' trip.