The reason I am place the next chapter up so soon is because I am leaving on Sunday for a 'vacation' and doubt I'll have time to update weekly as I've said. I'll be gone two weeks so expect another chapter up within the next few days. I may update another, even, if I have enough time.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (except Karen) or plot from Regular Show. I do, however, own this particular story.
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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The rest of that day had seemed to drag on dreadfully in Mordecai's mind.
Once he had gotten Jeremy to stop laughing -well, more like he stormed out of the cafe and sat in the car until the blonde had took a good five minutes to compose himself and came out as well to go to work-, they had started their long journey to the small town of Nowheresville. The drive itself hadn't been too terrible, at least the albino had a good taste in music, the two able to sit in complete silence as the lyrics of multiple groups filled the dense air inside of the car. Yes, indeed, the artist had managed to lull himself into a rather peaceful state, ignoring the unimaginable pain tearing at his heart when the thought of Margret came to mind, simply listening to the flow of the beat mindlessly.
It was going pretty well, Jeremy hadn't said anything about what happened back in the cafe -which helped to ease the want to rip his throat out violently-, that is, until, the little cuntbag got them lost.
"I can't fucking believe this." Mordecai stated for the fifth time, "How the fuck do you get lost on a straight road?"
All thoughts of Margret had momentarily left the worker's perspective, anger and aggravation cutting through the fog of heartbreak.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, honestly not in the mood for the grounds keeper's bullshit as he maneuvered the car to turn right.
They had already retraced their steps, taken several turns to get back, read the fucking maps, even pulled to the side to ask a kid on a bike for help considering they hadn't come across a house in the last hour. The fact that they had no idea where they were was becoming more prominent the further they went, the sun seeming to mock them as it climbed further into the sky, the clock reading that it was nearly noon. Well past the time that they should have already been back.
Mother fucker.
He pulled onto a dirt road, gravel dragging lightly under the high tires of his old truck as Jeremy analyzed the area around them.
Nothing.
He couldn't see anything other than fields of high grass, barbed fences, and the piece of shit falsely calling itself a road.
No houses.
No civilization.
Not even a fucking telephone pole.
Terrific.
Groaning internally, the albino rolled down his window, the blistering summer heat fanning harshly against his face and glasses. He pulled his phone from his pocket, ignoring Mordecai's constant whining as he tried to call Benson for the hundredth time since they'd realized they had taken a wrong turn somewhere, only managing half a ring before the line went dead, again. Growling lowly, he shoved the device back into his pocket and leaned his cheek into his hand, elbow resting on the edge of the opened window, trying to figure out why his life had to suck so immensely in that moment.
Not only was he lost in wherever the hell this country road lead to -most likely another dead end, to his dismay-, but he was stuck in this hell hole with the one person -second, now that he remembered that morning- that drove him absolutely wild. Not in a pleasurably torturous way, either. The kind of wild where you go completely bad-shit crazy with anger and punch the nearest wall until your knuckles are a mess of blood and exposed bone.
And the little bitch wouldn't stop talking.
"You're such a fucking idiot, man. If you had just taken my suggestion for the highway instead of the back road, then we wouldn't be in the middle of fucking no man's land."
Jesus Christ.
Where was the off switch on this man?
The blonde did his best to keep his mouth shut, thinking that to be the wisest decision at a time like this. Beating each other to a pulp wouldn't get them to the nearest town. Even if the relief of the bluenette's blabbering would surely stop the spiral to insanity Jeremy was headed for.
After about twenty minutes of driving on the same God damn road -fucking hell, did this thing ever end?-, Mordecai was becoming unbearable.
"Just turn around, dude. There's nothing here anyway." He complained, squirming in his seat for the thousandth time in a way that Jeremy despised, "This is all Benson's fault. If he had just let me go with Rig-"
"Would you just shut the fuck up?!"
Startled by the blonde's sudden outburst, Mordecai looked at him in surprise.
He found the albino raking a hand through his blonde locks in frustration, a look of clear irritation distorting his usually stoic features as he forced his heterochromic eyes to stay on the scenery before him.
"I swear to fucking God, if you open your mouth one more time, I'm going to throw you out of this fucking car and leave you stranded."
Narrowing his eyes, the artist glared, trying to decide if the blonde was bluffing or just being a baby. He was just trying to get a point across; he was right and Jeremy was wrong. Nothing more, nothing less. What was so wrong with that?
Only slightly apprehensive, the bluenette decided to try his luck, unable to resist annoying the hipster and actually having an effect on the other.
"You're a retard."
It was so simply said, so innocent in the voice of his own indifference, a toe in the water to test the temperature, but, the artist could instantly see that he'd made a grave mistake. Realizing that Jeremy wasn't kidding.
His body jerked forward as the car shrieked in protest, tires sliding haphazardly against surprisingly slick dust and rolling rocks, until it came to an abrupt halt at the side of the road. Mordecai watched with growing hesitation as Jeremy threw the gears into park and twisted then yanked the key free from the ignition. Kicking his driver's side door open, the albino jumped out, circling around the front to the other side where Mordecai sat, gulping and eyes widening as he realized the feeling tearing through his chest was, disgustingly enough, anticipation.
He tried to move away, to kick free from the ridiculously strong grip, to yell some sense into the other as he was dragged out of the car, having not thought to lock his door in the stunning shock that the other had meant what he said.
"Dude, let me go!" Mordecai cried out angrily, ripping away at Jeremy's pale hands, trying to pry them away as they effortlessly lifted the ever-so-slightly smaller male, but to no avail.
The albino paid him no mind, too far gone to really give a fuck as he carried the other towards the barbed fence, his long legs striding through the tall grass growing from the ditch he walked down and up in order to get to his destination. Reaching said place, he struggled with the other a moment, receiving a scratch across his left cheekbone, a bit too close to his eye and disrupting the resting place of his glasses, before he managed to lift and throw the other over the fence. He saw Mordecai's bare arm catch on a barb as he went and winced slightly at the sting coming from his own new battle wound.
He didn't dwell, though. Only staying long enough to see Mordecai fall clumsily to the hard ground on the other side before he turned and walked right back to his car, shutting the passenger door and walking around to get in.
Mordecai groaned when he landed, faintly feeling a slight pain in his left bicep before he realized he was laying in dirt. He sat up quickly, ignoring the pain screaming in his ass and lower back as he growled and looked at Jeremy getting into his car. Clambering to his feet, he instinctively grabbed at the wire, yelping and ripping away when the sharp sting of metal pierced his palms.
"Jeremy, you cunt, get back here!"
But the little bastard was ignoring him, seating himself comfortably in that shitty ass truck as Mordecai tried to find a way over the fence. He couldn't slide through an opening, the space was too small and he would end up with far more injuries than he needed if he attempted. Looking around frantically, he noticed a wooden post holding up part of the fencing a few yards away and ran to it.
He heard the ignition turn, a pathetic squeal of energy churning out of the engine as it always did the first few times when you turned the key, as he had observed earlier when Jeremy had first started the car several times that morning, and inwardly began to panic.
The little bitch was really going to leave him!
As quickly as he could manage, he reach forward and pressed his palm firmly against the flat top of the post. Having not ceased his running, he kicked off the ground and swung his legs up, twisting his body to the side and gaining leverage by pressing his weight into his steadied hand. Lifting himself up and over the fence before gravity did it's work and pulled him back down to earth. He landed heavily on his feet and struggled to gather his footing just as he heard the engine roar to life.
"Asshole!" He screamed and ran towards the vehicle.
Tripping on a rock and stumbling a fraction before he was at full speed, Mordecai caught his calloused hand in the back of the truck. It was moving slow enough that Mordecai managed to force his legs just a tad faster before jumping, yanking himself to the edge and now doubled over the retractable ledge. The truck bumped around on rocks and he clenched his teeth as his stomach suffered, though, he reached forward and dragged himself the rest of the way until he landed in a heap in the back of the truck, knocking over a few buckets and other minor inconveniences that littered the rusted black.
He panted, the rush of adrenaline still fresh in his veins as he looked at the sun above him. It's heated rays scorching his flesh along with the already burning metal beneath him. Unable to think about anything else other than the fact that Jeremy had really tried to leave him stranded in the middle of nowhere.
What a fucking cunt.
Mordecai closed his eyes, thinking it best not to move for the moment since he wouldn't put it past the little bitch to jerk the car if he tried to stand in an attempt to throw him off the truck immediately.
This couldn't possibly get any worse.
But, a rumbling caught his attention and his mismatched opened once more, blinking in confusion as he chanced to sit up. He turned and looked at Jeremy who gripped the steering wheel with threatening force before pulling over. He vaguely heard the blonde curse and beat a hand to the horn, a moment of startling honks coming from the hood and making them both jump.
Mordecai stood up slowly, watching Jeremy emerge from inside the truck and rush to the hood, lifting it, disappearing behind it from the artist's vision.
'I stand corrected...'
Shit.
Thinking it was safe, Mordecai jumped from the back and onto the ground, calming his breathing as he went to the front. Not able to hold himself back as he came face to face with the albino, the worker shoved his partner.
"What the fuck, Jeremy!?"
The minor attack seemed to have no effect on the other, who simply pushed Mordecai away and went back to looking at the many concoctions and contraptions that made up Jeremy's shitty truck.
Mordecai's anger slowly dwindled as he started to see the bigger picture at the moment. Forgetting that the cunt tried to abandon him, he looked into the hood as well, moving his head a bit so sunlight could guide their eyes easily.
"You gotta fucking be kidding me..."
"Battery's dead."
Jeremy had said it more to himself than to Mordecai, currently trying to comprehend the entirety of the situation as the male next to him struggled to pull out his phone, tapping his thumbs against the screen frantically before holding the device up high in different directions and heights, growling lowly.
"God damn it!"
"There's no signal out here."
"No shit, Sherlock!"
The hipster ignored the jab and pushed off the edge of the hood to stand straight, running the back of his hand across his forehead to rid the skin of sweat. He closed the hood and turned, leaning against it with a sigh as he removed his red hoodie, leaving his torso in a simple white wife beater as he folded the beloved red fabric and tossed it on the hood dejectedly.
Of course this would happen to them.
It was just their fucking luck.
Jeremy sighed and adjusted his glasses as Mordecai walked around, trying to find a signal but only managing to make a fool out of himself before giving up and standing slightly ajar from the blonde. He fiddle with his phone and the red eyed male wondered what it was, exactly, the bluenette was trying to accomplish with the momentarily worthless device.
"Fuck.." The young adult, finally giving up, grumbled in defeat as he slipped the cell back into his pocket and place his hands on his hips, looking around from his position.
"What now?" He asked the blonde, coming up with nothing from his quick survey of the area.
Shrugging, Jeremy answered with anything but enthusiasm, "We wait."
"Wait?" Mordecai mocked, narrowing cerulean and indigo as he tossed his hands up into the air, "Wait for what, Asshat?! We've been driving on this road for almost half an hour and haven't even seen a crow for Christ's sakes!"
Holding back any emotion that was threatening to spike within, the blonde answered calmly, "Quit whining. It's not helping."
Why couldn't he just shut up?
Didn't the throwing him over a fence and driving off not show that Jeremy really wasn't going to deal with his shit today?
Apparently not.
"I'm not whining!" He defended childishly and crossed his exposed arms, "I'm just saying that the chances that someone coming to us is slim."
"Then we wait for a while and, if no once comes, we walk." Jeremy reasoned, hands in his pockets, ignoring the sting of salt as sweat ran into the scratch on his cheek.
"Walk?!"
"Did I stutter?"
"And just where the hell are we supposed to walk to?"
Sighing, Jeremy resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, practically able to feel Mordecai crawling deliberately under his skin in order to tick him off. Which was working.
"I don't know, Mordecai." He spoke, slight tones of venom slipped past his tongue, "I'll figure it out when we get there. If we do."
Seeming to be at a loss, Jeremy watched a cross between a scowl and pout overtake Mordecai's face, his cheeks flushed from the heat and arm bleeding sparingly. When he didn't say anything else, the blonde grabbed his hoodie and went back to the driver's seat to sit down as he waited, the bluenette begrudgingly following in suit and sitting on the passenger's side.
It was hot.
Too. Fucking. Hot.
It had been at least three hours since the truck had died and Mordecai was almost certain he was dying.
They had already rummaged thoroughly through the truck's every last crevice, in search of something to quench the unbearable thirst drying out the saliva residing in their mouths, but came up with nothing. Only managing to scrounge up a few old rags, wrappers, old coffee cups, a lighter, and spare change that Mordecai had pried up from the folded of the seats they sat upon.
Clothes were dishelved within the first thirty minutes of their own personal hell.
Jeremy now sat in only his jeans, sprawled out as much as his could with both of their doors open to let in as much air as possible, though, the breeze offered was far too pathetic and horribly mocking to bring any relief whatsoever. He smoked quietly to try and calm his nerves, having finally cracked when the hottest waves of blazing glory raised. Mordecai also sat in only his jeans, shoes throw around the floor beneath haphazardly as his legs were tossed oddly up. Spread wide and feet laying against the hot window, heels resting on the dashboard. He was curled awkwardly, resting his head back, hair out of his face with the white bandanna he always tied it back with when working, and sweat pouring down both of their faces and bodies.
The hipster had long since removed his glasses, having set them on the dashboard near Mordecai's feet uncaringly, closing his eyes and trying to will away his body's screaming protests for some air conditioning.
Why the fuck was it so hot outside?
Mordecai kept asking himself this, having been doing just that for the entirety of the time since they had been stuck there. He checked his phone nearly every two minutes, desperate for time to go faster, or slower, he didn't know anymore. He couldn't think of Margret. He couldn't think of Benson. He couldn't even think of possible ways for them to escape the heat. For his mind was occupied with the sole thought of how high his own body temperature had become over the course of three hours. It was creeping on to almost four in the afternoon and he was surprised that neither of them had started screaming.
They hadn't fought.
The first hour, they had exchanged insults back and forth. Bickering as if it were being a tool used to pass the time. But, this quickly disappeared as the sweltering warmth managed to take hold full force. The energy it took to fight becoming little importance and savored, instead, least they die front eying to point out something wrong with the other that wasn't really there.
The flash thought of this caused Mordecai to turn his damp head towards the other subconsciously.
Hazy, unfocused cerulean and indigo eyes, now shaded with the desperation of relief to the heat consuming him, gazed at the other in peaceful suffering.
The blue haired male took in the other opening, considering red eyes were closed in their own concentration, and lingered over the others slightly strained features. Pale skin was flushed, damp, and dripping. White brows furrowed slightly and mouth hanging open a bit, taking in soft pants of much needed air. His usually styled hair was a messy, thrown around in every which way when those now sweaty, clenched pals had raked through in frustration. The locks hung and framed the other's face gracefully, a few tresses plastered to his forehead with sweat.
Mordecai hummed inaudibly when he traced down the other's neck and chiseled chest. Mapping out every mark that was carved perfectly into the other. From Jeremy's prominent six pack, to the deliciously tempting V of his hips, jeans set low on said hips to give a teasing allure-
What. The. Fuck.
The artist felt like smacking himself. Why the hell was he thinking like this?!
Admittedly, Mordecai had never exactly ruled out men as an option. He had experimented in college, finding it to be surprisingly enjoyable, for the most part. He found that limiting himself would be pointless once he'd been given his first blow job by his old roommate. The guy knew exactly how to touch him in ways that drove him mad with need, and when he finally had sex with said roommate for the first time, he knew it wouldn't be the last. Not that he believed he was gay, per say. He enjoyed woman, loved them, even. But, every once in a while, the feeling of completely dominating someone so masculine, the power that came along with the pleasure and pleas, was well worth the experimentation. And, if he were to be perfectly honest, Mordecai found the greatest turn on was to be the one controlled. It was insanely hot, being taken, completely at the mercy of another. Thoroughly being torn to shreds and marked with bruises to show that you belonged to another.
It made Mordecai shiver just thinking of it.
But this was Jeremy they were talking about.
The person Mordecai hates most, save for Margret's fiancé, even if he'd not met the little bastard yet. Jeremy was the person who drove him mad with anger, blinded him with rage, tore down every wall of self-control he had ever been able to build. The person who hated him just as equally and felt no remorse for causing him harm -as clearly stated when Mordecai caught a flash of his still healing bruise in the reflection if the window underlining his eye-. The person who laughed at his own misery and dismay.
Mordecai and Jeremy hated each other.
Then.. Why?
Why was it that when Mordecai looked at him, he craved the touch. Craved the abuse that the albino seemed so willing to offer? As if it were some form of a drug.
Was Mordecai addicted to the pain? To the rough demands of Jeremy?
No, of course not.
Maybe.
Possibly.
But, then, why is that now, when it was quiet and -even though they were both suffering from the temperature rise- nothing was wrong between them, even if for a moment. Mordecai felt it was.. nice. Peaceful, even. As if nothing in that moment could go wrong, even though everything in that day had completely gone down the toilet with luck going bad left and right.
Why was he so at ease with Jeremy?
'Perhaps,' he thought, 'We understand each other.'
Of course, the blue jay found problems with this. Their lives were completely different, having come from entirely different backgrounds, under completely different circumstances. But, giving it a chance, he couldn't help but observe how alike they were as well as in their differences. The contrasts they rivaled against one another fit in an oddly perfect manner and the parts of their personalities that were far more close in similarity than Mordecai would like to admit, clicked together almost frighteningly.
Mordecai sighed inaudibly, realizing he was thinking too much.
Something he did much too often.
Unlike Jeremy who probably just went with whatever was thrown his way in ways that he understood best. Starkly different compared to the blue haired males constantly racing thoughts.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt movement.
Head still turned toward the other, Mordecai opened his eyes, having not realized they were closed. Instantly, mismatched blue locked with disturbingly vibrant red.
Mordecai froze, not exactly understanding what was happening before he relaxed at the unfocused feature clouding Jeremy's damaged vision. The glasses still remained by the blue jay's foot and he doubted the albino could see correctly without them.
But he was close.
So dreadfully close.
The proximity between them seemed to decrease rapidly to Mordecai and he lowered his lids halfway, not knowing what to expect as he watched Jeremy, lost in his eyes for the moment as the other seemed to be the same. They studied each other, completely silent with the hipster now on his hands and knees, leaning towards the other with uncertainty.
Mordecai's eyes followed a trail of sweat that traced down the side of Jeremy's face before dripping onto the seat beneath, his eyes coming back up but halting at the sight of the other's lips. Pale and slightly chapped, but appealing nonetheless.
He waited in anticipation, wondering what it was that Jeremy would do next, before he got his answer.
He jumped in surprise when the arm passed through the opening in his legs, a blush breaking out across his face as his eyes widened and he snapped at the other pathetically.
"W-What are you do-"
He stopped when he saw Jeremy's shoe pulled back through, presented silently as he blushed even more in his own humiliation, remembering that the blonde had just tossed his shoes about and one had landed on his side. And here he was thinking the other was going to-
No!
No, no, no, no.
He did not just think that.
'I hate Jeremy. He's a cunt,' he thought irrationally to himself, screaming on the inside and blushing further externally, 'An arrogant, uncaring cunt. A bastard. An ass-' he was interrupted from his thoughts when Jeremy decided to answer his unfinished question.
"We've waited long enough."
He watched the hipster pull on his shoes, casual and no longer lingering his unsteady stare at the artist, who kidded himself into thinking the other was blind enough to not see the blush making it's way down his neck. Stupid enough to believe Jeremy hadn't been aware of Mordecai's presence just as much as the other was.
The blonde chose to ignore these feelings for the moment, though, and, once they both had on their shoes and he could see properly with the assistance of his glasses, he grabbed his keys, laid his shirt over his bare shoulder, and began to walk down the road with the increasingly embarrassed artist in search of help.
Wondering just what Benson was going to do when he saw them.