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Drummers Do It With Rhythm	By : Susiebeeca Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 2071 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Gorillaz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Del appeared again halfway through Russ' midnight snack. He put his hand on the sub sandwich and pulled it away from his mouth. "Come on, man. You're packing those things away like there's no tomorrow. You can't afford to put on more weight."

"I thought you liked ‘em big."

"Oh, you're a comedian."

Del sat down. "I talked to Murdoc. Then I possessed him for awhile and made him make out with ‘D. *That* was fucking hilarious."

Russ smiled despite himself. "I'll bet."

He finished the sandwich and wiped his hands on his jeans. When he leaned back in his chair to toss the wrapper into the garbage, Del whirled out of his chair and landed in Russ' lap.

"I saw—and heard—what you got up to this afternoon," he purred into the drummer's ear.

"Huh?"

Del grinned and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. "You know, gettin' a little palm love! I didn't know you had so much tension in you, my man."

Russ' guts lurched. "What?!"

"A word of advice, babe: a locked door might keep Murdoc out, but not a ghost who can pass right through it!" Del sniggered, and Russ had to bite his lip to keep from punching him in the face. Indignation was heavy and blistering in his gut.

"You—you—you *watched* me?"

"I stumbled in around the end," Del said coolly. "I didn't know I was, uh... in for a show."

"Get off me." As he stood up to leave, Del grabbed him by the wrists and deftly pinned him against the wall. He growled and tried to wrestle himself out of the ghost's grip, and an unmistakable hardness bumped against him from behind. Russ jumped in surprise.

"Russel," Del murmured, letting his lips skim over Russ' skin, "Just so you know....I wouldn't a' brought it up if I hadn't heard who you were calling for in there."

Hot shame washed up his neck as he remembered crying out Del's name. He whimpered and tried to jerk away. "Shit, Del! That...wasn't..."

"Shut up. Don't try to lie your way out of this." Del pressed his erection insistently into Russ' soft backside. Russ struggled again, and Del tightened his fingers around his wrists to the point of pain.

"Please, Russ," Del said softly. He began to rock his hips against the warmth flooding the front of his body, and shivered at the sweet friction.

"What are you tryin' to do, hump my leg?" Russ puffed. The feeling of teeth closed on his earlobe in a delicate bite.

"This is all up to you, babe," Del said, without taking his mouth off Russ' skin. "If you really want me to let go, you just have to say the word. But," he added in a hoarse whisper, "I really, *really* fuckin' hope you don't."

"Get off."

A heavy disappointment sunk in his stomach. "No. No, please—"

"I said, Get. The. Fuck. Off!"

True to his word, Del let Russ' wrists go. He backed away nervously when Russ turned around with a fire in his eyes.

"You listen to me, Delvon," he snarled, jabbing his finger into Delhesthest. The ghost put a hand over his eyes and waited for the inevitable.

Russ grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him roughly. "If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it *right*. You're not gonna just fuck me against a wall like I'm one of your bitches, y'understand?"

Del blinked. "Uh—come again?"

"You heard me. We've both waited way too long for this to be some cheap lay."

"You—" He cleared his throat to try and dislodge the painful lump that had formed there.
"You—want to....?"

The glint in his eyes sharpened. "*Hell* yes."

The ghost's eyes widened. Before Russ could say anything, Del nearly fell into his arms. Their mouths rammed together, desperately at first, but easing into a tender, slow exploration. Del moaned and sucked Russ' hot tongue between his lips. The warm, willing body pressing against him began to move demandingly; he slid his knee between Russ' legs, and to his great delight felt him swelling under his touch.

"Russel," he said huskily, "Exactly how far are you willing to go?"

"Jesus, Del.... I...." He arched as Del's knee moved up and down.

"Okay, okay. You don't have to say it out loud. I might not be a mind-reader, but I'm pretty good at body language."

Russ smiled gratefully, and let out a moan as Del sunk his teeth into the skin under his jaw. Del tugged the collar of his shirt down to suck at the hollow under his throat. His mouth was filled with warm flesh, all salty and smelling faintly of Old Spice and something else unique to Russel, a sweet smell thal hal had lusted after for years.

The contact broke for a moment when Del put both hands under Russ' shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, trailing his fingers up the smooth belly. All those years of being harassed for his weight had made Russ a little self-conscious, so he draped his arm around himself shyly; but Del grunted and pushed it back to get a better view.

His prize was right there in front of his face. Del smirked and closed his lips around the big, brown nipple.

The reaction was perfect. Russ yelped and clasped one hand around the back of Del's head, the other reaching down to cup his ass. Lips, tongue and teeth sent blinding flashes of pleasure through him, and as he put his mouth against Del's skin in a feverish kiss, Del drew the other nipple between his fingers, tugging it to a tight nub. As best as he could with one hand, Del undid the fastenings on Russ' belt. With shaking hands, Russ yanked his fly open, and helped Del pull his pants and boxers down around his ankles.

Then he was keenly aware of how exposed he was, and again drew his arms around his body in embarrassment. Del pulled them away roughly. "Let me see you," he said, his eyes gleaming. Russ obeyed and dropped his arms limply to his sides.

Satisfied, the ghost sat back on his haunches and leered. "Man, I've seen you naked before but.....damn! I never thought a big guy could look so *hot*."

Russ' face and neck were burning. "You...you ain't so bad yourself."

Del's cool hands traced up his body, from his toes to his ears. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah." He squeezed Del's crotch through his pants, and smiled when he felt the ghost's shudder of delight.

"Where's the chair?" Del looked around. He guided his friend back to the table, and pushed him onto the seat.

"What're you gonna do?"

"You'll see."

Then Del laid a trail of open-mouthed kisses down Russ' torso, and moved to a kneeling position. Russ nearly choked when he realized what was about to happen.

"Del, you don't have to—"

"I know," he said simply. His eyes flashed. "I want to."

A tremor passed through Russ' body. He whimpered and allowed Del to spread his legs apart so he could crouch between them. Del stared at the looming erection for a minute before cautiously flicking out his tongue to graze the tip. Russ was silent, but his legs started to shake. Encouraged, Del planted a soft kiss on the head, and let it fill his mouth with its spicy salt. Russ gasped and bucked his hips off the chair. Del caught him before he could sit back down, and rubbed a finger against the soft skin under his sac; it slid into the cleft and traced circles around his entrance, teasingly light.

Sweat was running down Russ' face. He'd never let anyone touch him there before. "Oh, god, Del! Please! Yes, yes, please!"

Del gently eased the first knuckle inside him, and elicited a squeak. He let the cock slide out of his mouth with a soft pop. "This okay?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," Russ breathed. He dug his fingernails into the armrests. "Just...be careful."

Del nodded and clumsily pushed his finger deep into the tight heat, listening to the gurgling sounds Russ was making in his throat. He put his other hand down his pants and squeezed himself. God, he needed it so bad.

Russ groaned. Cold lips circled his crown and slowly slid down to the hilt, taking him deep into his throat. *Dear God, where did he learn how to do that?* Del was wriggling around on the floor, and even thorugh the fog of desire in his brain Russ realized that he was trying to get his clothes off. He put his hands on the sides of Del's head and lifted him from his lap. The big white eyes glowed with adoration as their mouths met again, hands pulling at ghostly fabric and freeing the body underneath it.

Del kicked his pants off and scrambled up to straddle Russ' waist. He was red in the face and his cock was bobbling up and down in excitement. Russ noticed, with some satisfaction, that there was a filmy line of precum on his lips.

"You gonna let me have it?" Del asked, not quite fully masking his nervousness with machismo. "Or do I have to beg?"

Without a word, Russ' hands clamped on his ass and jerked him up to meet his mouth. Del shouted in surprise as Russ ran his tongue down his length, his teeth nipping at the swollen veins.

"Take what you want," Russ moaned against his skin. "You don't have to beg. I'm *yours*."

Del bit his lip. If Russ kept talking like that, his voice thick with sex, he knew he would come right then and there. He leaned back, and Russ felt a tight pressure around his crown. He gasped again and held Del steady as he lowered himself onto Russ' lap, his face clearly showing his pain.

"Del," Russ choked out, "Del, don't do it if it hurts." *But please don't stop!*

"Its...unhh...gonna get b-better." He exhaled forcefully and squirmed around, impaled on his friend. Digging his fingers into Russ' back, he forced himself all the way down. He lay there, panting and needy, carefully moving his hips back and forth. Russ could see his own member through Del's translucent body.

"Oh, Russel," Del whispered, almost reverently. He shuddered and kissed Russ all over the face, pecking at his nose, his lips, his eyelids. He moved his hips on a slightly different angle, and his eyes flew open.

Russ panted and wiped the sweat out of his eyes. "What? What is it?"

"Oh GOD!" Del arced high off the chair and almost let Russ' straining member spring free; then he slammed back down with a force that knocked the wind out of them both. With his fingernails gouging into Russ' shoulders and drawing tiny specks of blood, Del began to bounce frantically, hissing and crying out hoarsely every time he hit his sweet spot. Deep knives of
pleasure were coursing through his body.

He pulled Russ close and nipped at his ear. Russ rested his forehead on the prickly-cold shoulder and let his slippery hands grab and grope at every plane of flesh he could find. He was wound up so tight that he couldn't see or hear anything besides the urgent, breathy sounds Del was making in his ear; every inch of his body was taut and vibrating like a guitar string—the sharp pain in his shoulders where Del had broken the skin, his hands on his friend's back, his mouth on his neck, the tight burning in his groin which was white-hot and ready to burst.

"I c-can't—I can't hold out much longer—"

"Neither can I," Dumblumbled. "Russel! Oh, god. Finish me. Please. Put your hands on me."

He guided the drummer's hands down to his aching erection, which was weeping with need. Russ' hand wrapped around him and started to pump to the rhythm of their rocking. Del shuddered again and let himself fall bonelessly forward, slumping against Russ' frame and whimpering. He started to babble.

"Yes, yes. Russ. Oh, god, I love you. I've always loved you. I need you. So beautiful. So thick and hard. Unh! I've...oooh, god....I've wanted this for so long. So long."

"Ssshhh." Russ stroked his hair. "Almost—almost----"

With a shivering cry, Del came into Russ' hand. Russ grunted and climaxed with three violent thrusts of his hips. They fell against each other, sighing, and slid off the chair.

They rolled together on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Russ rolled on top and found Del's open and bruised mouth waiting for him. He pressed his sticky body into his lover's.

Del eventually pulled free. "Oof. Get off, you're crushing me."

Russ flopped to the side, and surveyed the damage. Del's clothes seemed to be fine, but the zipper on Russ' jeans was jammed beyond repair, and his shirt was ripped from neck to sleeve. The chair's legs had cracked, and it was covered with their seed—as was the table, the garbage can, and the floor.

"Wow," he said, impressed and a little proud. "We trashed the place!"

Del propped himself up on his elbow to look. "Huh. And this is only one room. Imagine what the bathroom's gonna look like."

Russ kissed him on the cheek. "So, uh, this wasn't just a one-time thing?"

"Oh, fuck off. How could this be just a one-time thing? We're sitting on a goldmine! D'you know how many positions there are we gotta try out?" Del lay back down on the floor. "You know, we could do some kinky shit, with me livin' in your head an' all. Maybe we could get Murdoc to join us, too."

"What?!"

Del laughed. "Kidding, Russ! Jeez, man, lighten up."

"Oh my God!"

Russ and Del jumped to their feet. A bug-eyed 2D was standing in the doorway, his mouth opening and closing like a beached fish.

"Jesus!" Del dove to the pile of clothes and stuffed them into Russ' arms. He did his best
to cover himself with his hands—2D was openly gawking, and it was clear he wans't trying to be
subtle. "Whaddaya want, kid?"

"I—I—I—" 2D's eyes flicked back and forth from Del to Russel. "I—wa-wa-wanted to,
uh, thank you, D-Del, for, uh, for—for making Muds, um, snog me." He smiled feebly. "T-that
was really, uh, sweet of you." Then his smile brightened. "I guess he was wrong—you really are
in love, aren't you?"

Russ grabbed him by the arm and unceremoniously showed him the door. "Make
yourself scarce for awhile, y'hear?"

2D looked over his shoulder for one final peek. "But—what were you—"

"I'll explain later, ‘D. Now get." He slammed the door shut and, as an afterthought,
locked it.

Del chuckled. "Aw, hell. So much for our little secret."

"Screw that." Russ pulled Del back in his arms. "I'm through with secrets."
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