~~~~~1 week later~~~~
"Whoa, D! That's a lot of food." Russel gawked at the table covered in breakfast food. The singer, blowing on his pancakes, looked up at the drummer. "Oh, ello." Russel walked over to the table and sat down. "Yo, you're eatin' quite a bit of food, this mornin'." 2D blinked at him and looked down at his plate. "Well...I-Um...OH! Hi, Muds!" The bluenette waved at the bassist walking into the kitchen. "Hey..'D." He lazily waved back, heading for the fridge, then looked over at the table. "Holy bollocks! Ya think ya got enough food there, mate?" 2D frowned. "It isn' dat much food." Murdoc scoffed. "Russel doesn't even eat that much, 2D." Hurt showed on the singer's face. "Yer callin' meh fat, den?" Murdoc's smile faded. "Wait, no! Yer as skinny as a twig!" The singer pushes away his plate and got up from his chair, only to be pushed back down by Murdoc. "Jus' eat..." Russel shook his head and grabbed a bag of chips, heading back to his room. Looking to make sure they are alone, Murdoc leans down and kisses 2D's forehead. "Ya can' be so sensitive, luv." 2D grinned at the Satanist's kindness. "Anovah one." He tilts his head up. Murdoc smiled and placed a kiss on his lips. "Mmmm." The singer grinned widely as soon as Murdoc pulled back. "I love ya." Without hesitation, Murdoc returned the smile. "Love ya too." Heavy footsteps interrupted their moment, making Murdoc pulled away from 2D and head to the fridge, pretending to argue with the singer. "I told yew! All those special effects are cheesy!" 2D gladly played the game, watching Russel appear back into the kitchen. "Forgot my dip." 2D was too concentrated on Murdoc to hear the drummer. "Dey are not! Da special effects are wot make da movie, Muds!" Getting caught in the middle of the 'arguement', Russel groaned. "Are you two still arguin' about that zombie shit? Just let it go, man." Before either of the two men who answer, Russel was out the door, on his way back to his room. 2D smirked and turned his gaze to the Satanist. "Ya do realize dat we 'ave to tell dem sooner or later..." Murdoc just grunted as a response, walking back over the 2D. "I dunno, Stu.." He squeezes the singer's shoulders gently.
"Damn it!" The bassist yelled at himself, pacing the floors of his Winnebago. "When am I gonna do it?!" He growled angrily, looking back to the package on his table. "When?" His expression change from anger to fear as he heard a knock on his door. "'old on!" He quickly took the package and shoved it in a cupboard. As soon as he faced the door, it opened and 2D stepped in, happy as can be. "'ello Murdoc." The Satanist smiled nervously at the singer, watching him approach. Before he knew it, 2D began kissing him gently, nudging him towards the couch. Obeying his hint, Murdoc grabbed 2D's arm and plopped down on the couch, bringing the singer on top of him. Giggles escaped the vocalist as he began kissing the older man's neck. A few moments after, the bluenette was sliding his tongue into Murdoc's mouth. "Mmm." The Satanist had his mind on other things though, and 2D instantly knew. Pulling away, he looked at Murdoc. "Muds, is everyfin' awroight?" Snapping back into focus, Murdoc nodded at the singer. "Yeah, just got a few things on my mind." Curiosity filled the singer. "Wot fings?" His grin was almost irresistable. "Secret things, luv." This made 2D frown. "Why can' ya tell meh?" Murdoc, giving 2D a kiss on the cheek, reassured him. "You'll know soon enough." The two stared at each other for what seemed like hours when 2D finally yawned. "Awroight...I fink I should go to bed now, 'm tired." Murdoc smirked and held onto the singer. "Yew can sleep 'ere...I plan to have a band meeting tomorrow anyway.." Snuggling close to Murdoc, 2D nodded. "Ok..." Closing his eyes slowly, the singer drifted off to sleep, leaving the Satanist to think of his plan. "Tomorrow...I'm doin' it.." He watched as 2D's chest rose and fell with each breath. "I really do love 'im." Soon, the Satanist also dozed off to sleep, his dreams filled with confusion and paths.
~~~~~~Next Day In the Studio~~~~~
2D sat patiently on one of the couches in the Studio kitchen, wondering why they were having a band meeting so suddenly. To him it didn't make much sense, he hoped Murdoc wasn't planning something Satanic. Before long, Noodle was also in the Studio, dragging Russel in as well. "Russel-sama! Sit on couch!" She demanded the beefy drummer to the couch across from 2D. "A'ight, chill baby girl." He gently pet her on the helmet, enjoying her confidence. "Hai. Um..Watashi-tachi wa koko de nanidesu ka?" Russel took a moment to translate her. "I'm not too sure, Noods. Muds's always doin' shit." She looked up at the drummer and blinked, wondering what he means. 2D watched both of them talk while he waited for the bassist to come in. "Where is 'e?" Looking to the doorway, he imagined Murdoc walking into the Studio, in all his Satanic glory. But, no such luck. Feeling a tug on his shirt, 2D turned his head to see Noodle smiling at him. "Oh, 'ello Noodle." He gave her a quick pat on the helmet, looking back at the doorway, seeing Murdoc turn into the Studio. "It's about damn time, man!" Russel shouted from across the room. Murdoc answered with a witty but always effective comeback. "Shut yer face, lardass!" Before the fight could get anymore out of hand, 2D dragged Murdoc down onto the couch. "Stop, yer gonna get 'urt. Ya know very well Russel can kick yer arse." The bassist grunted lowly, sinking into the couch. "So, What's goin' on, man? Why are we all here?" The drummer asked sitting back down. This reminder made Murdoc stand back up. "Oh yes...I called yew lot here for an important reason-" Russel cut him off quickly. "If it's about how ya worked that riff yesterday, just stop." 2D rolled his eyes. "Why da 'ell would 'e bring that up now?" Murdoc cleared his throat. "Can I go on? Thanks."
After getting everyone calmed down and concentrated, Murdoc quickly explained. "This like any other band meeting, this is going to be quite different." He was pacing nervously in front of 2D, wondering how to do this. "Ok. I'll just be straight forward about this..." He gestured for 2D to stand up. 2d hesitated for a bit, but soon is on his feet, walking to Murdoc slowly. The Satanist quickly wrapped an arm around the singer shoulders, bringing him closer. The other two band mates stared at them, wondering what was going on. Murdoc looked from the Russel and Noodle to 2D. Finally making his decision, he leaned a bit closer to 2D, their lips gently touching. "Mmm!" 2D grunted in surprise from the kiss, concerned about what Russel and Noodle would think. When he pulled back, 2D was blushing a light pink, staring at the drummer, reading his expression. All he could see was shock, on both of their faces. Noodle's expression was the best, for she was hardly ever fazed by anything. When Murdoc finally faced the seated band members, his heart was beating quickly. "Yeah, believe it." It seem like hours of silence before Russel finally spoke. "How long..." 2D jumped in on this one. "Almost two months." He beamed at the drummer. "But...why are you tellin' us this, man?" Pushing 2D behind him, Murdoc stepped up to the drummer. "I have reasons." Barely able to contain his excitement about it anymore, 2D hugged Murdoc tightly, facing the others. "And 'm 'avin' a baby!" Silence, once again, filled the room, untill Russel started to laugh. "'D, Ya high or somethin'?" Murdoc, rubbing the bridge of his damaged nose, looked up into the singer's eyeholes. "I told yew, they ain' gonna believe it." Feeling completely stupid and embarrassed, 2D began walking away, only to be caught by the arm. "Murdoc...let go." He shook his head. "Still got one more thing to do, luv." The ability to call him 'luv' in front of everyone seemed to give him much more confidence. "alright, ya been meh singer fer a long time, I know ya up and down and even though I yell at ya every now and then-" Noodle interrupted. "And beat him." Groaning, he continued. "Even though we have those downsides...I love ya..." Quickly he got down on one knee, digging in his jacket pocket, pulling out a box. "So...Stuart Pot.." He slowly opened the box, revealing a diamond ring. "W-Will ya marry me?" He felt himself grow cold instantly, wondering if this was a good idea. Everyone remained quiet, not wanting to be the first to speak.
Finally after a long, hesitant silence, 2D took a step towards Murdoc, leaning down and wrapping his arms around him tightly. "Yes!" The words couldn't have come out any happier. Heat flowed back into Murdoc's body, allowing him to breath normally again. Taking the ring from the box, he placed it on 2D's ring finger. Tear flowed down the singer's cheek. "I love you, Muds." He hugged him tightly. Murdoc looked back at Russel, seeing his shocked expression made him laugh out loud. All the while, Noodle turned her head to Russel. "Russel-sama. Is this the weirdest thing that can happen?" He nods slowly, getting up off the couch. Not quite used to it, he watched the two kiss passionately, doing so made his stomach churn "Well...congratulations...I guess. Good luck and all that. I've got a headache now...so...I'm leaving." Noodle nodded at the two and headed off back to her room, leaving the lovers alone. 2D smiled tenderly. "Fank you, for lovin' meh." Murdoc couldn't help but smile back, nodding. "It wos easier than I thought." With that said, he walked towards the lift with 2D, arm in arm.