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.
Check out animegirl1000 on deviant art to see my vision of all the characters, her art is amazing. And, she has heavily influenced the material in this particular chapter.
"Come on, dude. Forget about her!"
It had been about a week or so since Margret had laid the horrific news on Mordecai, not to mention when he and that bloody cunt, Jeremy, got lost and spent the day sweating balls.
Benson had been more amused than anything, to the blue jay's surprise and relief.
When the two rivals hadn't come back by around two, he had sent Rigby and Chad to this lumber yard in town to retrieve the items needed, figuring that the two had either gotten themselves completely lost, or killed each other. Both of which having coming close to have happened. The two would have had to retreat back to the truck and stayed the night, huddled, if it weren't for the small house they'd found about three miles down the road. The man had been kind and called a tow-truck for them, taking them back to the auto shop where Jeremy had paid to have the battery replaced. They could drive home. That ride had been quiet, both having been exhausted from the long, uneventful, save for the morning portion, but still tiring day.
Benson hadn't asked about Jeremy's scratch or the cut and bruises on Mordecai's arms, most likely figuring they had both been stupid during the frustrating situation, or, simply not giving a damn since he'd gotten a good laugh out of seeing the two late that night when they'd finally returned. Probably the second. Actually, most definitely the second.
Bastard.
Rigby had been a worried mess of nerves.
The insomniac had kept Chad up with him to wait for their return, much to the green eyed, equally short male's dismay. He'd clearly thought nothing of their disappearance, for when they arrived, Rigby having jumped up from the couch to interrogate them like a mother hen, the shark tooth wearing grounds keeper had grumpily gone to bed without a word.
Not that Mordecai could blame him.
He had told Rigby to lay off and that he'd explain later, telling Benson what happened with Jeremy before collapsing on his bed in a heap without a shower or even removing his clothes, praying to God, unreasonably, that he'd never have to get up again. He would have much preferred staying in bed for the rest of his existence, being perfectly content with the thought, but of course, God hated him. Or, at least, Benson hated him. For when morning had come, being rudely awakened by the blanket ripped away from his body, it was off to work once again at an unworldly hour.
Now, his minor injuries completely healed and trauma of spending an entire day with Jeremy subsiding, Mordecai sat in his room with Rigby, sulking at the knowledge that Margret was getting married. Everyone at the park had been ecstatic for her, especially Starla, and Skips had called her back, saving Mordecai the inevitable humiliation he'd no doubt cause for himself, and explained that they were all going. Including Chad and Jeremy. Who were probably only going just to spite the heartbroken adult. Or, at least, he was sure that was the reason for Jeremy's going.
Cunt.
"She's not worth it anyway." Rigby reassured, his thumbs tapping noisily against the buttons of his Gameboy, clearly uninterested in Mordecai's failing love life.
Though, as usual, Mordecai confided in his best friend, not giving a damn either way of he wanted to hear about it or not. That's what bros were for, damn it!
"But, dude, I love her..." He said pitifully, turning on his side to face his best friend who was seated comfortably on his mini trampoline. Why he insisted on sleeping on such a thing, when he actually did sleep, that was, was beyond Mordecai's understanding.
The raccoon eyed male rolled his golden orbs, attention still focused on the moving pixels crossing his miniature screen.
He stated the obvious, "She moved on, Mordecai. Maybe you should do the same."
Rigby never really did like the redhead. Sure, Margret was cool to hang out with and had a great personality, when she wasn't running her mouth. But, the shorter adult couldn't help but resent her for the way she messed with his friend's feelings. He'd watched countless times, Mordecai succumbing to a mess of nerves whenever she was around, blurting horribly embarrassing thoughts in front of her, stuttering like no tomorrow, and later on, beating himself up over the effect she had over him.
He knew Mordecai was hurting.
He knew he should be more comforting.
But, he just couldn't bring himself to do such things anymore.
He had already gone through the awkward reassurances. Trying to cheer the other up in ways that were hardly helpful. Before Mordecai, Rigby had had absolutely no experience with socializing, or comforting for that matter. He'd learned, slowly, the little things mattered. Like, pouring the artist's cereal for him in the morning. Or, giving him that extra little boast with what could only be classified as a compliment in their books, though, seeming to be rather insulting when presented to others. And, although he had never allowed Mordecai to even give him a proper hug -physical contact being revolting to Rigby in more ways than one-, he'd occasionally scrounge up the courage to give the other a pat on the back or a reassuring bump with his shoulder to the other's.
But, as the years progressed and Rigby was entirely sure Mordecai would never achieve his goal; Margret, he'd given up with the motivation. Sure, he'd been proud of the other when the two finally had their night of intimacy. But, when she'd left without any promises and Mordecai's undoubtful hope ever present, the insomniac couldn't muster up the effort to care any longer.
As selfish as it was, he was glad the other had pushed his feelings to the back of his mind. Gaining confidence over the months that she had left and finally able to go to bed without staring at the ceiling for hours on end with Rigby watching, unknowingly.
Having her come back was, really, an inconvenience. But, Rigby supposed it was for the best. For Mordecai to see that she now had to be someone of his past. True it may be that friendship could hold, but romance was out of the question. Her heart belonged to another, and, Mordecai was just going to have to get over it.
Obviously, though, the co-worker found his friend's response to not be the right one as he countered.
"How can I move on, Rigby?" He asked, a slight waver in his voice.
Hearing that vulnerable flaw, Rigby looked up to his friend with an emotionless front.
The poor man was fisting the sheets beneath his clothed body desperately. He wore a baggy tank top with his navy track shorts, as he always did for going to sleep. His exposed arms allowed golden eyes to see the slight tremble rippling beneath. Those eyes trailed up, noticing the way Mordecai was harshly biting at his bottom lip, obviously trying to keep his shit together, and his eyes, entirely visible from his cerulean bangs being clipped back like always so they'd stay out of his face while sleeping, were glazed with a slight red tint, as if he were on the verge of crying.
God damn it.
At this, Rigby allowed his hard expression to soften slightly as he answered rather bluntly.
"You just do." He said, his words serious, "And, it's gonna hurt, a lot. But, look man. I'm here for you, I always have been. You know that."
Not exactly satisfied with this answer, Mordecai huffed and dragged a hand down his face in an attempt to pull himself together, willing away the burn of tears threatening to spill and taking in a deep breath to steady his aching chest.
He knew Rigby didn't like Margret all that much, though he would never fully admit it. He knew the little runt hated that Mordecai was so hung up over her. Every time he'd ask about it, though, the high school drop out would avoid the topic like dog shit on the sidewalk. As if afraid or paranoid of what Mordecai might think if he were to be told the truth of it. It was.. Odd. But, he could also see that his dearest friend was putting forth effort, even if just a little.
So, he turned his face back to the still observing raccoon and smiled slightly.
"Thanks, dude."
Sensing the serious atmosphere was lifted a bit, Rigby waved a dismissive hand and looked back down at his game, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, man."
He chuckled at his friend's awkwardness and rose an eyebrow when there was a sudden knock at their bedroom door.
Before either of them could get up to answer it, or even question, mentally, who in the world would be at their door as it was, the knob was turned and Chad came bursting in, a mischievous grin on his face and phone in hand. He wore his regular attire, save for the green pants, which had been replaced with plaid pajama bottoms, and he was barefoot as well as he beamed at the two.
Fucking great.
Mordecai didn't mind the little deviant as much as his asshat best friend. Although he could do without all the flirting thrown his way by the seductive shorty, Chad usually kept to Rigby since they'd become rather good friends. So, the bluenette could bare with it.
"What the hell, Chad?" Rigby grumbled, not looking forward to the distraction from his game that which has now entered their humble room of peace.
The devious male smirked, "We were bored.~" he answered, plopping down on the floor beside Rigby.
We..?
Turning his eyes back to the doorway, Mordecai saw Jeremy already closing the door after having stepped inside. He wore a long sleeved, off white v neck with a heart on the chest, making a comical expression while wearing nerdy glasses. His long legs were covered with deep red sweatpants, barefoot as he casually walked over, his thumbs tapping away at his phone. The artist took note that the hipster's hair wasn't styled as it normally was. The usual fohawk now laid in messy locks across the albino's forehead and slightly past the rim of his glasses. Admittedly, the man looked quite attractive at the moment.. Wait. What?
Realizing that he had been staring, Mordecai was quick to recover by siting up.
"Get the fuck out of my room, Cuntbag." He snapped viciously.
Really, the two hadn't actually spoken since they'd gotten back. Jeremy kept to himself and Mordecai found he didn't have the energy to start something with the thoughts of Margret racing through his mind every waking moment. They had even found themselves sitting in the living room together a few nights prior, obviously on completely different sides as the tv glowed in the late night's darkness, but they'd hadn't even felt the need for arguments. They had simply sat in silence, the craving to rip each other's throats out subsided for that moment of peace.
But, that didn't mean they were anything even close to friends.
And Mordecai was hellbent on getting that across to the blonde.
Having ignored him completely, Jeremy had the audacity to sit at the edge of Mordecai's bed. Leaning forward and propping his elbows onto his knees as he texted.
The bastard looked so comfortable.
The artist opened his mouth to insult him again, contemplating on whether or not he should kick the shit out of the albino's side for sitting so close to his feet, but Chad beat him to the punch with a demented chuckle.
"Relax, Mordo.~" he practically purred, causing the one being addressed to cringe, "I made him promise to behave himself.~
Right.
Highly doubting this, Mordecai rolled his eyes and hastily pulled his feet away from the bastard invading his space, scooting himself back to his back pressed to the cool wood of his headboard and dragged his knees into a bent position. He scowled at the blonde who had yet to even spare him a glance, somehow infuriating the blue haired male, and crossed his bare arms over his clothed chest.
"And just what makes you think I'll allow him to be in here, anyway?"
"What are you going to do?" Jeremy finally spoke, not looking away from his screen, "Throw me out? Hate to break it to you, Princess. But your strength is shit."
"Fuck you, Asswipe!"
"I'll pass."
Dickhead.
Growling, Mordecai reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a hair band. Rather than continue the verbal assault on the other, he gathered the long, black-indigo underside of his unique hair, pulling it into a low ponytail and securing it with a few twists of the hair. Air now kissed at his neck and he fought against goosebumps as Chads snickered at his actions.
"You look retarded.~"
"That's what I always tell him." Rigby commented, still playing his stupid Gameboy with little interest for anything else.
Well fuck you, too.
Pouting, a small blush on his tanned cheeks, the artist snapped at them, "Shut it!"
Jeremy did his best to hold back a smirk. From the corner of his eye, he could see the blush playing across the artist's cheeks, spreading the more Chad made remarks about the coloring adorning his features along with the feminine appeal his pulled back hair gave. Though, Chad's words seemed to have faded completely as Jeremy became painfully aware of the his rival's presence.
The albino had already depicted that he found the other attractive. Also knowing that Mordecai found Jeremy equally, if not, more, attractive.
That much was obvious to him.
Surely, you'd have to be blind or just fucking stupid not to have seen the hungered gaze they'd given the other when stranded in the middle of nowhere. True, Jeremy had been without glasses at hat moment and it had been ungodly hot outside, the heat could have very well messed with their minds, but, over the course of this week, Jeremy had observed the artist from either afar, or blatantly up close whenever he was around. And, as predicted, the feeling to dominate the other only seemed to increase.
Unlike the multicolored male, Jeremy didn't bother with worrying or shoving away his feelings. Quite honestly, doing so would be just too large of a hassle for him. So, he simply accepted his attraction and feelings towards the other. Plain and simple. He wasn't confused with his sexuality. He'd gotten his kicks back in high school and college. His first real encounter with homosexual feels happening back in middle school when he'd been dared to kiss some jockey in his class. This proved to open many doors fort he blonde and answered many questions from his childish curiosity.
He was experienced. And, something told him that Mordecai was as well with the lack of freaking out completely when they had been so close. He knew he wanted it. For Jeremy to have leaned over and kissed him. He knew there wouldn't be a fight in that moment. He could have had him. He could have easily taken the artist.
But, there was one thing that still perplexed the red eyed hipster.
Did he like Mordecai, or, was it just his ass?
Certainly, he still found pleasure in ridiculing the other. Tossing around insults was a pleasant experience and, if he were to hear the crunch of the others nose beneath his fist, he was sure it would be music to his ears. Not that the bluenette's cries and pleas for sexual stimulation wouldn't be rewarding as well, but still. He felt nothing emotionally for the other, except for rage and lust. But, didn't those two go so sinfully perfect with one another?
Perhaps he was a sadist?
This could very well be.
He supposed he'd have to test this theory out.
Obviously, he wanted Mordecai physically, not exactly all that concerned about the emotional batter that could take place. But, he also knew that, despite the artist's painfully obvious and poorly hidden allure towards the other, he would rather die before admitting it out loud willingly or come to Jeremy with his intentions.
He was stubborn.
But, Jeremy knew better.
And, as time passed while they all simply hung out within the comfort of Rigby and Mordecai's bedroom, Jeremy began to see an opportunity form in front of him when the artist and he dove into another heated argument about disliking one another.
"-make you look like a freak of nature."
"My eyes!?" Mordecai screeched, outraged, "At least they're not red and my skin isn't white as fucking snow! What are you?! Snow White?!"
Jeremy rolled said mentioned eyes and scrolled through his phone as he spoke, "Your comebacks are more lame than your love life."
This fucking guy.
Mordecai didn't even know what had started the fight. They hadn't even been talking about anything specific until Chad brought up how unique Mordecai's eyes were with a flirtatious comment, followed by Jeremy's wonderful input, as usual.
Cuntbag.
"Fuck you! What'd I ever do to you?!"
"Nothing in particular, except for maybe trying to get me fired, or, maybe it was having kicked me in the balls." He growled lowly, narrowing his eyes as he met the glare the artist was already giving.
He could practically see the blood boiling within Mordecai's veins.
"That was two fucking years ago! Get over it!" He snapped, pointing accusingly at the tech graduate, "And you fucking deserved it! You were choking me to death!"
Whitish-blonde eyebrows furrowed under equally toned bangs, "I wouldn't have choked you if you hadn't been running your damn mouth, which seems to be quite the habit of yours."
The artist's yelling was beginning to give him a headache, and, he absently wondered, as the grounds keeper's voice hitched in volume quite drastically as the argument kept moving forward, if anyone else in the House was able to hear and would come make sure everything was okay. Mordecai's bitching certainly was loud enough to wake the entire City.
"Fuck you, Jeremy!" Mordecai snarled, "You bring it upon yourself!"
"Come to think of it," Jeremy started, completely ignoring the bluenette's last comment, "Everything about you seems be out of whack. Perhaps you should consider an attitude adjustment."
"What do I look like to you? A twelve year old with daddy issues?!"
"You certainly act like one."
"Why you little-"
"You two should just make out already."
The two stopped suddenly, having leant towards the other during their heated discussion, Mordecai now sitting up on his knees and hovering over Jeremy who stayed in his position on the edge of the bed, save for his head turned towards the other and tilted up to meet his gaze. They whipped their heads towards Chad who, along with Rigby -having put down his Gameboy, at last, to pay attention to the entertaining display-, had been watching the two quietly with great amusement.
"What?!" Mordecai demanded, praying that he'd heard wrong.
Unfortunately, Chad's cackling erased any hope of that.
"There's so much sexual tension between you two, it's not even funny.~" he explained between his laughter. Mismatched eyes narrowed as Mordecai gaped at the Chad, while Jeremy simply stared in boredom.
Sexual tension?
Where the fuck was this little shit getting this from?!
Sitting back on his knees, the artist crossed his arms defiantly, "It's not sexual tension, Chad." He snapped, then added, "We hate each other."
"Eh," Jeremy inquired, "I wouldn't mind fooling around with him."
...Wait, what?
Fully processing what just passed through those pale lips, Mordecai slowly pulled a face of utter disgust and looked at the other with the upmost hatred. All while Chad slapped his knee in absolute humor, snorting with laughter as Rigby bit his knuckles to keep from joining the other short male.
"I mean," the albino reasoned, honestly, holding back his own amusement, "You've got a butt flatter than a pancake, but, I'd still tap that."
What the fuck is going on?!
"Excuse me?!" Mordecai snapped, offended immensely as he subconsciously reached back to cup his own ass insecurely.
Not two minutes ago they had been spewing hatred towards each other like their lives depended on it, and, now, this piece of shit was saying he'd fuck Mordecai?!
'Am I missing something?!'
But, his voice was laid upon deaf ears as Chad howled with laughter, "That's fuckin' rich!"
Jeremy smirked at the undetected blush consuming his rival's face. Seeing the other so flustered was quite humorous and he found he father enjoyed seeing the true nerves he caused within the other to come forth.
Meanwhile, the blue jay was desperately trying to find an escape and noticed Rigby was holding back his chuckles.
Traitor.
"What about you and Rigby, huh?" Mordecai suddenly asked Chad who calmed himself enough to listen, "Why don't you make out with him?"He watched the murderous glare sharpen his best friend's eyes and smirked evilly at the insomniac in a way that clearly stated he wasn't affected, all while Chad pulled a face of thoughtful decision.
"Uh, why would we do that?" He asked, leaning on his hand, "Our relationship is completely different from yours." He said, but, noticing Mordecai's plan, he grinned and quickly added, "I'd still make out with him, though. To make a point."
"Do I get no say in this?!" Rigby cried angrily, "I don't want to make out with Chad!"
"Nobody has to make out with any-" Mordecai started, but was interrupted as Chad quickly, faster than any human should be, placed himself in Rigby's lap and pressed their lips together.
Rigby's eyes widened a considerable amount before they clenched tightly, his lips remaining stagnant as Chad moved his own against the raccoon's. He held his hands in fists at his sides and felt his face get cupped and caressed carefully before being tilted up.
Mismatched blue and vibrant red widened in surprise at the actions. Jeremy hadn't actually considered Chad would take it this far -although, he did have to remember,t his was Chad they were talking about-, and Mordecai was just dumbfounded that his best friend hadn't thrown the other off instantly. He was never one for physical contact. Hell, fist bumps were about the only for of real affection the bluenette got from the brunette.
After a minute or so of Chad biting, licking, and sucking at Rigby's firmly pressed lips, he pulled back and seated himself back to where he had been. He picked his phone back up and smiled, looking to be completely unaffected, as if it hadn't even happened, while Rigby was panting a bit from holding his breath, lips swollen and bruised, his already messy hair a bit tousled.
"See?~" Chad said smugly.
What a fucking whore.
"I never agreed to anything." Jeremy stated before Mordecai had time to gather himself from the shock, "I'm pretty sure I'd throw up from kissing him, now that I think about it. There's a lot of shit that spews out of there." He couldn't help but seize the opportunity to poke fun at the artist.
Said artist's jaw dropped, "Fuck you!"
"Plus," the albino added, smirking a bit in mockery, "He probably sucks at kissing."
"You gotta be fucking kidding me!" Chad exclaimed, clearly upset by this, "You mean I kissed this inanimate object of a human for nothing?! No fair, Jeremy!"
"Who the fuck says I'm a bad kisser?!" Mordecai cut in, obviously extremely offended by Jeremy's accusation.
Inwardly grinning, the blonde knew he was winning at his own little game he'd put the artist in. He just need one more little push.
"Well, when was the last time you ever even kissed someone?"
Silence met this infuriating question as Mordecai's face flushed with embarrassment and engagement.
Fuck this cunt.
"I'm just as good as any of you fuckers."
This time, Jeremy didn't hold back the shit-eating grin that tugged at his usually placid lips.
Bingo.
"Prove it."
Only a mere second of hesitation followed before Mordecai growled and flicked his hand out to grabbed a fistful of Jeremy's hair, right behind his ear, and yanked the blonde towards him as he flashed forward.
Their lips met harshly, teeth clanking together, tongue's instantly battling, and glasses going askew as the real war began.
Chad could be heard in the background, hooting and hollering in excitement and Rigby gasped in surprise at the hostile yet seductive sight. But, Jeremy paid them no mind as he let his phone slip from his hand and turned, his long fingered appendages gripping Mordecai's hips with bruising strength and jerking him closer.
The younger hovered on his knees, allowing himself to be moved forward as he was too busy trying to dominate the other's mouth. His other hand came up and wrapped around the back of Jeremy's neck. Caressing, almost. His thumb brushing the gauged earlobe as he used his grip in the blonde hair, with his other hand, to yank Jeremy's head further back, causing the other to crane his neck uncomfortably.
Not one to be beat, Jeremy braced his feet on the ground and shoved his weight against he other, knocking Mordecai back -who gave a surprised yelp into the kiss, letting the albino momentarily take over their kiss completely- onto his bed with the taller on top.
It was angry, the way they kissed and touched one another.
But it was also bliss.
Mordecai found that he was slowly beginning to lose himself in the way Jeremy's slightly chapped lips moved forcefully over his own soft ones. The way their slick tongues clashed and danced violently around the other's, desperately trying to assert themselves as the alpha. The way he bit and sucked at Mordecai's wet muscle or bottom lip, surely bruising the skin as evidence to prove what they've been up to. How large hands groped at his hips and sides, feeling up everything they could. And, ultimately, the utter most realization that he was losing this battle.
He could feel it, submission trying to rear it's ugly yet pleasurable head. Telling Mordecai to give in, to let Jeremy have his way. Promising that it would feel good. And, honestly, he somehow knew it wasn't lying to him.
He wouldn't give in so easily, though.
Holding back any noise of pleasure, Jeremy doing as well, Mordecai summoned all of his strength and pushed the blonde back enough for him to sit up. Getting only one desperate intake of air before his kiss swollen lips were claimed once more.
"Mmph..!" He cried in surprise, the sound muffled against the albino's lips.
Pressing a hand behind himself to hold up his torso, as Jeremy leaned against him heavily, Mordecai quickly felt lightheaded.
He opened his eyes halfway, locking with vibrant red that seemed to glow with determination and hunger. A combination that had Mordecai's eyebrows drawing up together slight surrender, holding back a shiver at the memories flooding into his mind. The pain he felt this man inflict upon him so many weeks ago, the act of being completely taken over by another, the absolute thrill contained within the brawl that was equally, if not, more, intense in this moment, now, with the blonde's rough touch and predatory demeanor.
He could sense the arousal radiating off the other two present within the room, watching the entire performance with baited breath. And, when Mordecai and Jeremy finally broke away, gasping for breath, only one thought stuck out in the grounds keeper's mind. Which he couldn't help but vocalize.
"I fucking hate you."
This is basically the teaser. So, please don't be disappointed that it didn't go any further. I think I can make up for that in the next chapter. Please comment and let me know what you think. Remember that I'll be gone for a few weeks. I'll try to get the next chapter posted by tomorrow but I can't promise anything.