Leave now if you have anything against MxM, correct anatomy or cheesy plot. This is mostly just a fluff without the romance.
I don't own anything, no profit was made, this is a fan creation and all the credit goes to the maker of this show,
Chapter one!
"Blam! Destroyed." Mordecai pronounced smugly over his friends pixely death on the screen, looking proud to himself for a moment before a come-back came. "Well I bet you can't beat me with only one hand." Mordecai laughed in the face of Rigby's challeng but decided to go along with it anyway.
"Come on Rigby, is eight losses in a row not enough for you?" Mordecai tried to sound sinsere but only managed to burst out laughing at the raccoons enraged face. "Stop talking!" Rigby yelled and bolted upstairs, leaving the Blue-jay laughing himself silly on the couch downstairs.
-Perspective Switch-
'I'll show that jerk!' Rigby thought angrily to himself as he locked himself in thier room and proceeded to mess up Mordecai's side of the room. Messing up his sheets, ripping up a random phone book and flipping one of his friends mattreses.
But it all came to a stop when the wrecking raccoon found something hiding between two matresses, it looked like a small leather bag with a zip on one side. Opening it up Rigby found a tube of lipsick, a coupon for some kinds of gadgets and a small pack of batteries. 'This makes no sense at all...'
Investigating further Rigby discovered that the batteries actually go in the lipstick, but after giving it a twist to extend it; Rigby swiftly threw the make up into the corner of the room. It buzzed.
Very quickly taking it apart and putting everything back together Rigby slumped down in the little bit of mess he made and tried to clear his mind up a bit. 'Okay, okay... there wasn't batteries in the thing already so he hasn't used it. But Mordecai with a sex toy? I need this un-seen...'
No sooner than Rigby had stood up, a bang came from the door, "You better not be messin' up my side of the room in there dude!" After recoving from his miniture heart attack Rigby scrambled the bed back in to place, trying to lift it into its old position but the avian had managed to get through the locked door with a simple nudge of his shoulder. The two stared at each other and occasionaly glanced at the small leather bag, niether one of them wanting to say something first.
"I'm sorry." They both said in unison before Mordecai stepped forward and sat on the bed, "I guess I should explain." The avian said lowly as Rigby simply nodded in silence before sitting down himself on the trampoline. This seemed like more of a time for picking your words rather than blurting out questions.
"Okay first question, why do you have that thing?" Rigby asked with a frown trying not to think of bad questions right now in case Mordecai gets upset. "I bought it to whack off with... my hands just don't do it for me anymore." Rigby nodded with a quick hum, noting the tiny pangs of shame in his friends voice; it did sound truthfull though. Rigby had the same problem on occasion, his own paws winding up more sensitive than anywhere else thanks to genetics. Rigby went over to his friend and sat next to him on the bed as to not make him feel alone in this, carefully deciding his next question.
"But why do you need that thing, I thought you had a thing for Margret and her lady pecs?" Mordecai let out a small chuckle at his friends choice of words, taking a bit of confidence he came up with the simplest answer he could. "That's what i've been trying to convince myself too dude, but no matter how hard I try I just don't find her attractive, and then I mess everything up."
"So what are you trying to say?" Rigby asked slowly, unsure of what Mordecai is trying to admit; either he doesn't find his own species attractive or girls in general... Or he was just useless with talking to people. "I'm trying to say women just don't do it for me anymore..." Rigby clasped his paws over his mouth to stop himself from gasping but before anymore questions could be asked, Mordecai stood up and glanced at the door. "Do me a solid Rigs, don't mention this to anyone."
Rigby nodded with his paws still on his mouth as Mordecai silently left the room, picking himself up the raccoon tidied up the mess he made but decided to simply stay upstairs for the rest of the day and catch an early sleep. Pretty sure that Mordecai was feeling guilty and needed some time before he looked back and laughed at this like nearly every one of thier adventures... Not including the great jam incedent.
-The next day-
Rigby shook himself awake at the sound of walking in the hallway, gazing over to the clock on the nightstand it was a couple of minutes past six. Grumbling a little he sat up and scampered off in search of breakfast before anyone else got up. Rigby was allways a light sleeper and a terrible morning person, but he had slept enough from the night before and was seriously craving some cereal.
Finding Benson sat on the sofa downstairs, simply listening to the radio while having a cup of coffee. Rigby tried to sneak past but Benson only gave a sharp cough and handed Rigby a sheet of paper from over his shoulder. The raccoon held back a groan and took the paper, not even say good morning to Benson before leaving the house.
"Rigbys chores. Pick up litter from around the fountain, clean up the snack bar fridge." The rest of the list was empty besides a big coffee stain that looked like a cloud. Rigby decided to skip breakfast and just get started on his work, not really like him but he was just looking for an excuse to do some thinking to himself. And the thought of pilfering a free breakfast out of the fridge was too good of a chance to pass up.
After grabbing a big bag and a sharp stick, Rigby got started on his work but his mind soon called back to yesterday. 'I can't believe after this whole time I've known Mordecai he turns out to not like women... I wonder who he likes instead?' Rigby tapped his chin with the blunt end of his stick while he was absorbed by his deep thinking.
Rigby spied around the park for potential partners for his friend, seeing Benson riding off somewhere in his cart. 'No way does he have something for Benson!' Rigby chuckled but kept on searching as he worked slowly, spotting Skips coming out of his house and adjusting his tool belt. 'Maybe... nah, Mordo would never go for someone as strange and mystical as Skips.'
With a long hum in thought, no one else came to mind that Mordecai would even slightly be interested in. 'Huh, maybe I could see if Don's interested; they seem to like... Holy hell! Whay if he's into me?' Rigby took a nervous look around but swiftly went back to work at double speed to keep his mind off of it. But the more he tried to push it out, the more it burnt into his brain of what his friend was probably thinking about him.
Rigby didn't have a problem with people that bat for the same team, he just found it impossing that anyone would find him attractive. Rigby did have a problem with his self-esteem though, mainly from his sensitivity with emotions. Shaking his head one last time the raccoon gave a smile at the thought of his friend finding him attractive but he almost knew that Mordecai would never find someone like Rigby sexy in any sense... Still, maybe a little attractive?
After a good three hours of picking litter, Rigby dumped his stuff in the shed and strolled over to the "Snack Bar" in order to clean out the fridge there and maybe grab a free breakfast from the thrown out food. Upon reaching his destination Rigby saw Mordecai leant on the counter looking very bored, but when they spotted each other they gave a short wave.
"Hey dude, what brings you over here?" Mordecai asked, sounding very dull. "Cleaning out the fridge and maybe grabbing something to eat." Rigby replied with a shrug as he hopped onto the counter and made his way inside.
Not finding much in the way of food in the fridge besides a pack slightly off strawberries, Rigby chucked them out but ended up with a big red juice stain on his arm; he tried to convince Mordecai he'd hurt himself but the blue jay was too busy staring off into space. 'Probably just tired, I didn't even hear him go to bed last night.' Rubbing off the juice on his stomach Rigby went back to work in silence, neither of them really speaking apart from the occasional momment either of them needed help.
After a bit more cleaning and some small talk, Rigby left for the house; he wasn't too sure why but he seemed to be in a really good mood. Holding his tail high, he strutted back home in elated spirits. That one niggling thought about what he was going to confront his friend about dissapearing from his brain, for the time being as he simply sat down on the couch and flicked on a cheesy dating show to pass some time until Mordecai comes in. Wanting to know who, if anyone, he was attracted to so Rigby could give out his own version of excellent advice.
Out of nowhere Mordecai came bursting through the door and dived to his knees in front of Rigby, grabbing him by the shoulders. The raccoon was a bit too stunned for words and was of course, scarred stiff. "I need to get something off my chest and if I don't then I think I'll combust or something!" Rigby still didn't dare move but Mordecai carried on without him.
"We've known each other since we where about four year old dude and ever since that time in high school where I took a week off to think... I've been waiting to say this to you." Mordecai looked drenched in sweat and continuesly glanced around nervously. Rigby placed a paw on top of Mordecai's wing and urged him to keep going, not being that bright to know where this was going, and was metaphoricaly on the edge of his seat.
"I've never been a massive fan of romance and neither have you but I just want you to know; I love you dude... and you make for a better night out than Margret could any day of the year." Rigby actually teared up, this was probably the nicest thing anyones ever said about him, as to not let the moment slip by the raccoon grabbed hold of his friend and hugged for all his worth. Mordecai was having some problems keeping his emotions in check as well, the feeling of relief washing over him like a bucket of milk after some badly spiced wings.
After a good hour for both of them to calm down which may have been a bit more exagerated than it needed to be, Mordecai posed a question, "You think this is a good idea, dude?"
Rigby gave a smug grin before answering: "Yeah, I mean who would make a better couple than us? We know everything about each other dude! But now... how do we explain this to people?"
End o chapter one.
A/N: Due to the lack of romance and drama I will not be adding OC's, making anyone human or not giving them the propper anatomy that they should have. (Seriously, it's like people want a generic story)
See you next chapter for possible smut! Okay... there will be smut but nothing major plot related. Okay there is no plot, but I will add a few challenges.