So I made this for Queen of The Pandas' challenge since she asked and this is the first challenge I've done since I usually don't even think about entering anything. It's rated T for Griffin's foul mouth and violent thoughts, and if the dear Queen wishes I'll add more chapters that are rated M.
Disclaimer: I don't own. If I owned there would be more sex and death. Ain't that the usual for me? Heh.
In truth Griffin was not a hateful man. No, he was more... nihilist. He didn't care, the world could burn down or grow into a new golden age, and he'd be perfectly fine either way. It was simple really, no matter what happened he'd still be stuck in the Lair, playing video games until his food ran out and he had to make a trip for supplies. To him, there was just no point.
And then there was David. David cared, David couldn't seem to get past his need to care. Griffin wanted to hate the little twerp, really he did. He couldn't.
No. He hated her. That snobby little bitch! David couldn't seem to see through her little act. He ran around for her, put himself in danger on her little whims. It was enough to make the Irish born Brit puke his guts out and then swallow a bottle of Prozac. He didn't care what order he did those in, either.
Again he was waiting for David to return from his little tryst with Millie, and again he so wanted to punch the moron... Couldn't he see that he was being used? Every time he would visit, her demands and wants grew.
Dinner in Paris? Sure, why not? A night out in Las Vegas? Hey, sounds great. Shopping in Tokyo? Of-fucking-course.
"Stupid wanker." Griffin hissed and glanced at his clock once more, having forgotten, again, that it no longer worked. He hadn't changed the batteries in the damned thing for three-odd years after all. And now the unmoving hands seemed to taunt him. It had been hours, hadn't it? He couldn't be that far off... He was never off when it came to David going and leaving. David was fucking his, and would always be. That little bitch could borrow him, but when it came down to it Griffin would eventually kill her and not have to share anymore. Eventually.
He wasn't wrong. A quick check on the watch that David left proved that he had, in fact, been gone for well over the time he'd promised. Griffin cursed and turned on the balls of his feet, he walked over to his bed and threw himself down, snapping obscenities at the walls as he did so. The asshole was probably getting laid.
With that thought in mind he nestled himself into his bedding and pouted. He wasn't going to wait up for the piece of shite if that was the case. No sir! And he was so going to kick David's ever loving ass when he returned!
After he took a nap.
His nap didn't last long. In fact, he was sure that only a few minutes went by before he woke to the tell-tale whoosh of air that came with someone jumping. The thud of David landing was marred but a second thump, and then dead silence. It had Griffin sitting up blearily, rolling from his spot and then rushing over to his house mate's prone form.
The younger male's clothing was ripped and burned, covered in blood and dirt and who knew what else. There were wounds typical of a fight with the Paladins, but they were rougher, and it was obvious that he'd not seen any of them coming. And one could only imagine how soon they'd be on David's tail and in the Lair, depending on how many jumps that the man did to get back.
With a low snarl, Griffin ran through the jump scar, skidding on his landing as he found himself in knee high snow. The area was empty of all people, and the Brit gave a silent cheer for that. It made things so much easier to screw with the Paladins little toys.
Griffin gave another look around and bounced himself through the second scar, finding himself on the top of some mountain range.
"Thank God. Tha' idiot did at leas' two..." he muttered and went through the third one, only to find himself looking at the fast approaching ground. With a yell he jumped back to the mountain range, panting a little as he landed.
"Tha' works." Griffin was elated to find that even as beaten up as his friend was he hadn't been too stupid and jumped into the Lair without protection. Not like he was with that stupid, whiny, useless... He trailed off as he started making a few jumps around the second scar that David had left, just in case that the Paladins some how managed to make it that far. Not likely, but it was just in case.
They had found that multiple scars close together ruined the equipment that the Paladins used to track them through the portals, and it made things so much easier when they had time. And holy fuck, Griffin not only had time, but he made enough scars to seriously destroy the equipment, at both of David's jump scars no less. He wasn't playing around, not with their safety at stake.
The entire time though he was worried about his house mate, and as he looped around through his own jump scar that went right into the ocean hopped through another and into the Lair. Of course the first thing he noticed was that David wasn't where he'd been left. The man had drug himself over to their measly bathroom, and as Griffin came closer it became apparent that David was puking his guts out.
For once he was silent, simply kneeling next to the taller male and helping to hold him up. Finished, he flushed the toilet and closed the lid, pulling him up so that he could sit. He so wanted to demand answers, but he did have a tiniest strand of patience, and used it to hold back.
"You were right." David said quietly, pulling off his shirt so that Griffin could tend to the cuts and burns. One of them was from a electric wand that had obviously wrapped itself around his throat, leaving his voice gruff and tender.
"'Bout what?" As arrogant and vain as he was, Griffin wasn't heartless, at least he didn't think so. Of course though, his first thought was about that cold little...
"Millie. She was using me, and when I finally said no... she called them." That set off little alarms in the Brit's head, and he narrowed his eyes at David. It explained the nature of the wounds, how they were worse then any normal encounter from the Paladins.
David not only hadn't known they were coming, he also he been in a place he thought was safe. Griffin wanted to kill that little fucker. It took all of his self control to not go hunt Millie down and beat her to death with a nice, nail ridden baseball bat. No, a baseball bat with nails and barbed wire. And fire. Fire was always good, always.
"I'm waiting, Grif'." David hissed as alcohol was dabbed onto the open cuts at his neck and back, leaning on his friend just enough to gain some sense of comfort.
"F'er what?" Ignoring the sound of pain that had been emitted, the gruff man finished what he could do and put away his supplies by tossing them into a box with a low sound of anger.
"The 'I told you so' or maybe 'Hah! Stupid.'" The words were said with a resigned emotion attached, leaving Griffin sighing as he pulled David up and over to his bed. He wasn't in the mood to give his usual snark and attitude. No, he just wanted to beat that bitch's face in with a nice lead pipe. Or better yet, jump her onto Seal Island to be eaten by sharks. Mm, tasty.
"When ya' have th' mental power ta' understand th' full impact o' mah brilliance I will. Not 'till then." Thankfully David went silent and just went along with being moved, though he looked surprised as Griffin retrieved a glass of water before settling down next to him. One glare had him giving thanks and sipping the water, as the Brit grumbled about his good deed for the day being done.
He still wasn't happy while pulling the covers over them and pressing himself against David's back, one arm looped around and grasping his middle tightly. It was an unspoken thing between them, and he wasn't going to ruin it. The twerp might expect him to go ape shit, but he was genuinely happy that David was alive. While he didn't care about anything else, he did in fact care about his friend.
That wasn't to say that if the world gained itself happy-time and the Paladins all died in fires, or the world was blown to bits that he'd care either way.
Griffin would just find David and latch on to watch the fireworks.
