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Warning: This story contains homosexual (BOYXBOY/GIRLXGIRL) and mature material, including; sexual situations, misuse of drugs, underage drinking, law-breaking, foul language, and violence. If you are against any of those things then, please, exit without flames. Thank you.
Summary: Human AU. Benson has decided to hire some new help from the past, seeing as our two favorite boys can't seem to get it together. Naturally, the two decide it's time to step up and prove the extra hands are unneeded. But what happens when Rigby makes friends with the new recruits? How will Mordecai react? Especially when a rivalry spurs between him and a certain blonde, bringing forth feelings he never knew existed within himself, or his friends.
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"Benson, dude, what the fuck?!"
It was just a regular day out in the park. Mordecai and Rigby had slept in late and weren't on time for work. They had thrown on their clothes and rushed out on their golf-cart in order to make it to the fountain where they were supposed to scrub it clean and filter new water. Only to find Benson walking away from the already occupied chore, giving the two best friends the news.
"Watch your fucking language, Mordecai!" The redhead snapped, defeating the purpose of said order entirely..
Though, the blue obsessed adult thought nothing of it.
Because fuck Benson, fuck him so hard right now.
"I'm sorry, but, seriously?!"
"This is totally unfair! You can't just give our jobs away!" Rigby added accusingly, voice cracking under the strain of volume obnoxiously.
"Especially to them." Mordecai hissed through clenched teeth, venom dripping from his usually carefree voice as he pointed to the culprits. Standing hunched over, wearing tank tops with their pant legs rolled up and barefoot, were none other than Chad and Jeremy. Cleaning like they'd been working their for years and already having the old water drained.
Bitches.
The albino raised his hand towards Mordecai, flashing him the bird without looking before continuing with his work, infuriating the young adult further.
"Yeah, what gives, Benson? I thought they wanted nothing to do with this place." Rigby inquired, crossing his arms with a childish pout filled with false promises.
A sigh from said redhead boss quickly escaped in exhaustion, as if speaking with the two slobs was the most tiresome task that could be given, before he answered.
"Jeremy and Chad were looking for work, anyway. They stopped by last week and I offered them jobs. Simple as that."
Mordecai grit his teeth, "If you think that I'm going to hand my fucking job over to that-" he started but was interrupted.
"Shut it, Mordecai." Benson said with exasperation, lavender eyes glancing slightly up towards him with a quick flash of rage at the extra two inches the cerulean artist had over him, "I'm not firing the two of you."
"Fuckin' right you're not-... Wait, what?"
"Did I stutter?"
"You mean, we get to.. Why?"
Temples were rubbed in irritation before blue glasses were rearranged properly upon his face, "Because, every time I try to fire you two, something always comes back and bites me in the ass until I'm forced to hand them right back. So, I'm not firing either of you."
A moment of silence passed before the two began celebrating, calling out an 'OHHHHHHH' as they high-fived in victory, unaware as the redhead's face grew the same crimson shade of his hair in utter annoyance and hatred.
"Alright, yeah, woohoo, good for you. Now," he started unenthusiastically, flipping through a few pages of his clipboard before finding what he needed, "Since those two have the fountain covered, I need the two of you to go re-paint the Gazebo in central. I keep getting complaints about the paint chipping." He groaned.
"So, scrap off the old and slap on the new."
"Hmmph hmmph. No problem." Rigby stated with complete satisfaction.
"Yeah, dude, we totally got this."
Nodding, Benson seemed a bit more at ease at the reactions.
"Good. Paint's in the garage, you know the drill." He said and began walking off, giving the two privacy to high five once more.
Though, their joy was short lived as their boss turned on his heel a moment to glance back.
"Oh, and get it done quickly." He said, pushing up his pesky glasses out of habit and irritation, "I need you guys back at the house to help out."
The artist and insomniac stopped their smiling in order to glance back at him, "What for?"
A sinister grin took over the ginger's face in provocation.
"You two with be helping Chad and Jeremy clean out the basement."
Fucking hell.
Already faced with the dreadfully agonizing duty of working with the two near replacements, Mordecai cautiously waited for the next part of torture Benson was about to lay upon them as Rigby attempted to bang his head in his hands.
"The basement?" The blue haired adult questioned, not liking where this was going.
"Well, yeah. Where else are they going to stay?" He grinned, understanding the rage going through the slightly taller male's body before he cleared his throat.
"Now, get to work." He said softly, before a smug chuckle slipped past his lips as he turned and called behind him without looking, "Or you're fired!~"
Son of a bitch..
"Man, this is bullshit!"
Bangs pushed back and held in place by a white bandanna tied around his head, acting as a headband, Mordecai glanced down at his golden eyes best friend from the ladder he currently stood on. Having been scrapping off the chipping paint from the ceiling as the shorter swept up the pieces irritably.
"Dude," the older reasoned, "We have to get his done, if Benson sees that we can't at least handle painting then he'll fire us for sure."
"I'm not talking about fucking painting!" He snapped, scratching at his messy brown hair in habit.
Mordecai rolled his eyes, going back to scraping, understanding that Rigby would continue.
Which he did.
"I'm talkin' 'bout those fuckers trying to replace us, again!"
"Dude, calm down." The older said with a sigh, stopping a moment to push the sleeves of his painting jacket, a simply thin button up that gave the illusion of Jean material, up to his elbows. He already had paint swiped across his cheek from when Rigby decided to crack open the pails early in order to roughhouse.
"Benson's not gonna fire us." He added, climbing another stair to reach the very peak curved up into the ceiling.
"Yeah, well, what if they convince him that we ain't good enough?" He asked, voice piercingly whiny and laced with insecurity.
He himself wore his ever long and ratty clothing, Mordecai imagined heat was of small concern to him, even on the hottest of days, not a care in the world if it was splattered with paint or not.
Sighing with exaggeration, the pierced artist looked down once more.
He loved the little bundle of fire, but that voice could seriously grate down on his fucking nerves.
"Then why don't you quit bitchin' and get to work so we don't prove them right?"
This earned a heated glare and an ineffective pout from the squirrelly young adult.
"Fuck you, dude!"
Chuckling lightly, Mordecai nudged him with his heavy work-boot, "Dude, I'm almost finished here. Why don't you start painting the outside?"
Glancing up at the suggestion, Rigby sighed in defeat and grumbled as he picked up a pail and begrudgingly walked down the steps of the old Gazebo, sitting down heavily in the grass beside the wooden contraption to begin his work.
When they finally finished, both were splattered lightly with white and sweating from the dreaded sun, mostly on Mordecai's part. Though, the Gazebo looked happier than ever, brand new if it so chose to decide, easily able to fool any intellect with the paint job the two slackers managed to pull off. They spoke smugly of their work and chatted nonchalantly as they packed up their supplies and drove back to the house, putting everything away with the horrid thought in mind that now they would have to associate with the newly hired help.
Fucking fantastic.
Noticing track marks in the dirt rounding the house, Mordecai slipped off his dirty jacket and tied the arms around his Jean clad waist, leaving him in a white tank top, as he followed them. Rigby following close behind in absolute boredom. Clearly uninterested as they came to the back and saw a beat up black truck resting near the open basement doors.
"Oh goodie, you guys made it back." Said a monotone voice from behind them.
Turning to see Jeremy, his glasses shinning in the light and naturally white-blonde hair styled short, as he walked up the steps leading to the dark depths of his new home, a heavy box occupying his hands as he stepped out into the dimming sunlight.
"Excuse me for not jumping with joy."
Rigby crossed his arms in annoyance and Mordecai rolled his eyes at the indifferent male.
"Whatever, man. Benson told us to help."
Heterochromic eyes seemed bored with the current situation, "Glorious." He stated, "Nice hair, Pretty Boy." He added emotionlessly as he gave Mordecai a glance.
Oh, this fucking bitch.
"Dude, fuck you." Rigby snarled before the other could unleash his building rage, "Quit being a prick and just tell us what needs to be done."
"Forgive, Jeremy.~" said another, voice seeping playfulness as Chad rose from the darkness, carrying a few paintings.
"He doesn't play well with others.~" the shorter of the two teased and the albino rolled his vibrant iris'.
"Whatever." Mordecai dismissed, not in the least bit amused.
"You guys can help us finish up clearing out the basement before we bring in our stuff, 'kay?"
They simply nodded and spent the next hour climbing and descending a healthy amount of stairs as they slowly cleared out the basement, thighs screaming in protest at the constant motion. Rigby and Chad soon leaving the rest of the boxes to the taller makes in order to clean up the gritty floors and grimy walls. The two seemed to be getting along well enough, if Mordecai's observations were anything to go by. Rigby wasn't threatening the other brunette terribly and they ever laughed a few times, passing around immature jokes about absolute nonsense.
The blonde and bluenette, however, clearly despised the others well being far more than necessary. Every word passed was a snide remark or passive insult. Every glance was a heated glare of hatred. Their aura screamed tension and the other two weren't oblivious enough to not notice.
As soon as the last thing was unloaded from the back of the truck, set on the patio to retrieve later when everything was in order, Chad suddenly pulled Rigby aside as the two rivals struggled with a mattress. The damn thing refused to shove it's wide sides through the small opening provided and Mordecai could see that this wasn't going to end well.
"I'm takin' Rigby back to our place to get the rest of our stuff!" Chad called, the male in his arms struggling slightly as he was manhandled uncomfortably, "You two have fun!~"
And, before they could even protest the obviously horrendous idea, Chad had thrown Rigby into the truck and took off.
God damn it.
Cursing the little shit with everything he had, mentally, Mordecai growled and turned to see the passive expression on Jeremy's face, never wavering.
Which only seemed to piss the punk off more.
"What?!" He snapped.
A shrug of bare shoulders, "Let's just get this done."
Asshole.
"Fucking whatever, dude, just tilt it to the left like I told you." He growled, his back arched painfully as he supported most of the weight from his position on the stairs, Jermey up at the top and trying to shove it through the small opening.
"It's not gonna fit."
"Then just shove it!"
There was a moment of struggle and grunts from each end, both losing their patience with the damned mattress quickly. How hard could this task possibly be?!
"Shove it- ngh- harder!" Mordecai growled, yanking on the material with his usually heavily ringed fingers, his nails digging uncomfortably into the soft fabric.
"I'm trying!" He called, clearly frustrated as well.
Mordecai snapped after another few minutes, "SHOVE HARDER YOU FUCKING PUSSY!" He snarled, at his wits end.
Suddenly, the edge of the mattress snacked him in the face and was forced against his lean body heavily with enough force to send him flying away, his hold proving to be the dark of the basement, he was unable to see were the railing was and failed to keep his fitting, instead, he felt his world spin as his body crumbled and rolled painfully down the hard stairs, his head banging on what he believed to be the wall before he landed in a painful heap on the cold, unforgiving floor.
With a pitiful groan, he vaguely felt the weight of the mattress against his boot, which lay awkwardly up on the stairs, bending his body, but couldn't bring himself to move his head to look.
"Now who's being a pussy?"
What an asshole.
He whimpered, meaning for it to be a threatening growl, and instantly flushed at the pathetically submissive noise. Thankfully, none could see in the darkness.
"Jesus," he heard from above and cracked his mismatched eyes open enough to see a pair of yellow and blue Jordon's next to his face, "Watch you're step next time, Pretty Boy."
Scratch that, cunt is a better word.
Before he could think of coming up with a retort, the action seeming to possess too much brain power as all he could feel was the pulsing ache powerfully strutting throughout his head and body, large hands were moving him, none too gently, might he add. Groans and soft whimpers of protest leaving his lips as he was turned over harshly and picked up bridal style.
How the fuck did he do that so easily?
The question was far in the back of his mind, his head lolling back before he was lowered onto something soft.
Chad's bed?
He assumed this to be correct. The single had been much easier to move, opposed to Jeremy's queen sized that they'd just failed at moving smoothly, and had been set up beforehand near the furness on it's frame. They hadn't placed a pillow yet, so Mordecai's body lay equally flat as he tried to stop being a pansy.
When he finally managed to open his eyes without his vision swimming, he looked over and was pinned down by the intense gaze of red eyes.
"Finally awake, Princess?"
The small amount of light provided by the fire in the furness allowed gleams of lowlights to dance across Jeremy's face, softening his masculine features to an admittedly handsome tone -not that he wasn't handsome already-. His off white hair seemed to glow in the dim rays and his glasses casts small glints of sparkling light across the blunette's dirty face.
Shaking his head mentally, Mordecai frowned and forced himself to sit up, ignoring his bodies complaints.
"Fuck you."
"I only did what you said." There was an obnoxiously smug lilt in the blonde's voice, only slightly present, but enough to flare a flame in Mordecai's core.
He snapped his head to him and stood up, getting a bit dizzy and having to grab hold of the headboard to steady himself, "You didn't have to knock me down the damn stairs!"
Jeremy leaned back on his arms lazily, not entertained int he least, "Well, now you know what name calling gets you."
He'd be lying if he said he felt nothing when Mordecai ran his mouth. He never showed it, but the spiteful words always sparked hidden anger. He'd dealt with his terrible temper in his teenage years and managed to separate himself from said emotion, along with all others. But the blue haired artist, from the first day they'd met on the boat dock, always seemed to shove those methods to shit as he broke through every possible barrier the hipster possessed. Simply able to crawl directly under the albino's skin. Drawing out the true beast within.
"Oh, bite me, four-eyes!" Was the snappy reply.
Another sigh escaped the blonde's lips as he stood up as well, taking an egotistical pleasure in the half inch height difference he had on the blue jay. His red iris' having to look ever so slightly down into cerulean, much like the top of the young male's hair, and indigo, seemingly similar to the near black at the bottom.
"Name calling again, I see." He droned, "Perhaps I should teach you yet another lesson for your childish behavior."
For whatever reason, Mordecai blushed at the words. The indication which those intimidating threats held sparked something within his abdomen, causing a sickeningly pleasurable idea of what those words could mean to begin clouding his judgement.
Get a hold of yourself, you pussy!
Shaking his head, not allowing any further thought to surface, glad yet again for the darkness of the room to hid his features, somewhat, Mordecai glared dangerously.
"Bring it on, Faggot."
He hated using derogatory words such as above, but this damned albino was pissing him off and chasing unwanted thoughts into his head. Thoughts he refused to acknowledge by completely shoving them into the darkest, deepest, depths of his mind. Tricking himself into completely forgetting he'd ever even considered allowing such things to taint his thoughts.
He had just enough time to notice the enragement surfacing within Jeremy's eyes before a swift yet powerful fist collided with his jaw, his lip piercing being shoved back and piercing his gums easily as his head wiped to the side.
Ignoring the taste of iron filling his mouth and instead focusing on the electrifying feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins, Mordecai retaliated with an unforgiving punch to the slightly taller male's stomach. Enjoying the way the blonde doubled over before he brought his knee up to meet the hipster's nose, flinching a bit at the crunch he heard.
He heard a grunt in reply to his actions but couldn't bask in his own glory long for the albino has already tackled him, forcing his body to plunge back and collide with the cement wall, his head snapping back and knocking itself against the hard surface before he was quickly thrown across the room. Landing heavily on the recently cleaned floor and sliding, scraping up his exposed arms and unharmed cheek, before coming to a stop at the opposite wall.
The pain came in a sudden rush and he felt as if he couldn't breathe, ready to clutch at his own chest for air,but, a hand instead grabbed him by the throat, trapping and air to fill his lungs further as he choked. Clawing uselessly at the pale appendage which dragged him up enough so he was on his knees, looking up into cold, bloody eyes, before a fist was reeled back and repeatedly punching him in the face.
Where the fuck did he learn to fight like this?
Why is he so damn strong?!
Oh God, how did this escalate so quickly?!
Mordecai was beginning to panic.
The pain was sharp and pulsed throughout his body, his voice lost, replaced with desperate cries and breathless, choked, gargles. His vision, though already impaired by the darkness surrounding them, was zooming in and out, unable to focus for as little as a second as white dots decided to join the party, swarming everywhere. And it's as no better when Jeremy tightened his grip further.
He had to do something.
He had to stop this before Jeremy really killed him!
"J-Jer-" he was cut off, his voice barely audible enough as it is, with yet another punch. This time nailing him in the right eye.
As if by instinct, he jerked his arm forward as a last defense, the hold around his throat suddenly loosening as a groan sounded above him.
Released from the grip, Mordecai's hands flew up as he coughed noisily, desperately sucking air back into his deprived lungs as he peeked his left eye open against his own bodies convulsions.
He saw Jeremy doubled over, taking in deep breaths and holding it painfully as he held his own junk through his jeans. Mordecai having realized that he must've bagged the poor bastard.
'Serves him right.' He thought absently before continuing with his own problems of air supply and pain waves.
"B-bastard!" Mordecai coughed, his body trembling as he squinted his eyes and peered at Jeremy through his bangs, his headband having fallen to the floor long ago, "You could've-" he stopped to hyperventilate a moment, "Killed me!"
The albino hipster seemed to be recovering and looked at him with an expression that, even through all his pain and pride, scared the living shit out of Mordecai.
"Don't start something you can't finish, then, Princess."
His voice shook only slightly from the previous impact, but it still dripped with loathing, causing tremors to rise up the blunette's spin unwillingly.
Fuck this cunt.
This arrogant, self-loving, infuriatingly stoic cunt.
The grounds keeper braced his hand on the wall beside him and forced himself onto his feet, noticing how his knees shook with the effort, and almost entirely sure that the stinging in his left eye was blood from his eyebrow piercing begging jerked around during their little argument, but ignoring it entirely as Jeremy rose up as well. Their eyes locked, the artist squinting his right lids as the skin began to swell, and the technological graduate fixing his glasses. Both able to see the utter hatred each possessed for the others and accepting the unspoken challenge.
But, just before either could get a single word in, the door leading to upstairs to the kitchen opened and the voice of Benson screamed out.
"The fuck is all that noise!?"
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