A drabble for Gorillaz fandom. Expect many MANY more.

For BriKyo, who wanted something like this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz, Damon Albarn or Jamie Hewlett. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to consider the perverted implications of owning the latter two.

Multi-talented

"Cor, Damon… There…" 2D arched his back into Damon's embrace. The older man tweaked 2D's nipples, embracing his bony, thin frame.

"I've got you. You're good." Damon thrust forward gently. 2D wasn't used to taking it in the ass, but Damon would gladly guide his sweet, blue-haired lover to completion.

Giggling gleefully to himself, Jamie typed out the sentences as they came to mind. Cass isn't the only one who can write, he thought to himself, as his fingers danced across the keys.

There was a pounding at the door. "Jamie!"

"Wot?"

"Come on! Interview time! You wearin' pants?"

Stubbing the cigarette out, Jamie got up from his desk and opened the door. "Course I'm wearing pants. You never are."

"Heard you typing like a madman. Whatcha writing?"

"Nothing, mate. Nothing at all."