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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"This is fucking bullshit..."

Mordecai was currently kneeled on the gritty floor of the shack out by the docks, wrapping his arms firmly around a dust covered chest to begin moving it, blowing his bangs furiously away from his vision.

After his and Jeremy's little display the night before, they had awkwardly kept their distance from each other until all four of the group had passed out. The artist had woken up with the blonde looking down at him in confusion before he realized that he was wrapped completely around the male. They must've seeked each other's warmth during the night and ended up in a tangle of limbs. Rigby had laughed hysterically when he saw and Chad had been nowhere to be seen, relieving Mordecai immensely considering the little shit would blow everything out of proportion if he'd known. That is, until later when all three had received a picture message from the tanned brat. A picture of Jeremy and Mordecai cuddling in their sleep.

Mother fucker.

Now there was evidence.

Not that the still kiss swollen lips and Mordecai's bruised hips weren't proof enough, already.

Either way, Mordecai hadn't the time to go find the little fiend before Benson assigned both him and, of course, fucking Jeremy to clean out this God forsaken shack. He knew it was coming, the chore, and simply dreaded it every single time it was his and Rigby's turn to sweep up the spiders and haul out the cobwebs. Except, now, it was far worse. Not only did he have to clean the one thing he hated most in the Park, but he had to do it while in a confined space with Jeremy, of all people.

Although the peace treaty between the two had been nice while it lasted throughout the week, the moment their lips had met, that peace had been shattered.

Denial was an extreme quality Mordecai possessed and obsessed about. He refused to acknowledge the fact that, indeed, kissing the blonde was pleasurable. He refused to believe that, perhaps, the albino felt any sort of positive emotion towards the artist. And, most certainly, he refused to believe that he wanted Jeremy -and, oh, how he wanted Jeremy- in any way, shape, or form. That would be preposterous, unacceptable. A hypocritical blow of offense towards his own actions and words thrown daily towards the blonde. His pride would never allow something as taboo as lusting for the tech graduate. It was risky, too damn risky for Mordecai to allow such a thing to happen.

Now, he wasn't entirely sure, but, if he were to go by Jeremy's own words from the night prior, or, the way he so willingly kissed the bluenette back with such raw intentions, Mordecai thought it safe to say that the co-worker, indeed, wanted the artist.

'I wouldn't mind fooling around with him... I'd tap that... Prove it.'

The words played endlessly inside Mordecai's mind, those heterochromic eyes haunting his very core and glowing brightly every time he closed his own, in an attempt to escape, and that low, gravelly voice -beaten down by years of smoking-, vibrated throughout the blue haired man's pierced and gauged ears, sending mortifyingly pleasant shivers down his back.

Shaking his head, Mordecai snapped himself out of it.

'Pull yourself together! Jesus!'

Huffing silently to himself, he heaved the large chest up, using his legs to lift and groaning with the effort. They had to begin clearing out a few things before they could really get to the cleaning. So, he turned, cursing as he knocked into other things, and tried to maneuver around the impossible maze that made up the inside of the shack. They'd been at this for over two hours but it was still insanely crowded.

He made his way over to the door, grunting and grumbling to himself as the smell of nicotine made it's way to his nostrils. He glanced up from watching where exactly his feet were going, and caught sight of Jeremy leaning against the frame of the doorway, a cigarette held up to his lips as he took a well need drag. He had been sorting through and dusting off everything Mordecai had set outside, separating junk from what was useful, a task they took turns with -Jeremy having been doing Mordecai's current job for the first two hours-, and had decided to take a break.

And he was enjoying it.

It had been late in the afternoon when Benson had asked him and Mordecai to come clean out the shed. He thought it to be odd timing, considering the sun in the sky was creeping on into evening and would begin it's descend behind the horizon soon, but simply accepted the job. But, now, as he felt his body relax at the relief of nicotine entering his system, the hipster found the humid atmosphere -he wondered when it was going to rain, the dry spell seemed never ending-, along with Mordecai's constant cursing and whining, was just hardly bearable at the sight before him.

Colors of warm oranges and variations of reds swiped across the clouds scarcely scattered along the darkening sky. The bright, brilliant sun, large and in charge with all of it's radiating glory, shone with defined intensities. Shadows casts from anything with volume and the soft rippling of water soothed Jeremy's thoughts.

It had been, honestly, a pleasant surprise when he woke up that morning.

Having seen Mordecai's handsome face, peaceful for once with slumber instead of his usually pinched expression of anger, laying silently on the blonde's chest, slightly turned with an arm circling Jeremy's waist almost protectively and a leg draped around his waist. While the albino's own arm was wrapped possessively around the other's shoulders, elbow bent and hand cradling the pulled back cerulean of Mordecai's hair, his pale face tilted down and to the side in the slightest towards the other.

It was an interesting sight, indeed.

When Chad had sent them the captured moment, Jeremy had set the image as his background in order to tease the bluenette. The artist having screamed his protest and trying to destroy the device as Jeremy smirked in victory at upsetting the other. But, if he were to be perfectly honest, watching Mordecai's mortified expressions weren't the reason he'd placed the memory on his screen, at least, not the main reason.

He liked it.

It was.. cute, seeing the normally blazing ball of fire distinguished in order to snuggle with the man he claimed he hated and wanted all the same. He'd even caught himself checking his phone more than usual, if that were even possible, just to catch a glimpse of said picture.

Of course, Jeremy was no fool.

He could see it, in the way Mordecai had been avoiding his eyes all day. The way he'd blushed harshly when waking up, trying to mask his emotions with ones of anger towards the blonde. The way they'd walked in a complete awkward silence to the shack a few hours earlier, a decently large pace separating them. The way the artist was doing his damnedest to focus of the job at hand rather than consider any idea Jeremy threw out into the open, not that that happened all that often.

Obviously, the bluenette believed he'd crossed some sort of line the night before. And, perhaps he truly had. But, he'd be damned before he allowed Mordecai into tricking himself that he didn't enjoy himself just as much, if not, more, than Jeremy had. Truthfully, he hadn't wanted to stop. He couldn't give two shits if Rigby and Chad had been in the room with them, he would have fucked the artist right then and there if he'd of let him.

He knew he wanted it, the message might as well have been tattooed across the bluenette's forehead, and he knew that Mordecai just had to understand the amount Jeremy lusted for his body.

He just needed to quit being so God damned stubborn.

Or, maybe it was time to take matters completely into his own hands.

Sighing out the smoke in his lungs, Jeremy decided not to think about it at the moment. It was beginning to drive on a migraine the more he mulled it over -which is exactly why he'd rather just go with the flow-. So, he took another drag, closing his eyes and enjoying the smothering warmth as a set of mismatched eyes watched him for a moment or so.

It was quiet for a while, before foot steps could be heard scoffing across the floor of the cement flooring as Mordecai snapped himself from his slight trance and continued carrying the heavy mass absorbing his arms.

"Jeremy, move your fee- Ah!" He suddenly yelled, his feet having tangled in a discarded net laying about the floor as he'd neared the blonde.

They twisted awkwardly and he stumbled forward, tripping himself over Jeremy's crossed ankles and plummeting forward. The chest flew from his arms, tumbling heavily to the ground and rolling once before it went still, as Mordecai fell face first into the overgrown grass and firmly packed dirt.

Glancing down at the heap of nerves below, Jeremy rose an eyebrow and shook his head as Mordecai groaned in pain.

"Fuck.." The clutz mumbled and pushed himself up to all fours, his eyes widened when he looked at his hand and saw, rather than felt, as a big, fat, hairy, ugly spider ran up his hand and forearm.

Eyes widening, Mordecai gasped loudly and screamed, yes, fucking screamed -rather girlishly, at that-, and smacked, thrashed, and jumped away in terror. He scrambled to his feet, making humiliating noises and shivering visibly as he rubbed at his now flesh crawling arm in the horrid memory of eight little legs crawling all over it. He was panting and stopped suddenly, though, as he heard a distinct hold back of laughter coming from behind him.

Deep red slapped itself across the artist's face as he turned cautiously to find the blonde biting his lower lip harshly in an attempt to hold in his giggles, his eyebrows drawn together in amusement.

Holding up a still slightly shaking finger, Mordecai snarled lowly, unable to suppress his blush, "I swear to God, Jeremy.."

"Oh, Princess." he mocked, "I had no idea you were afraid of spiders."

Fucking cunt.

"Fuck you!" He snapped, ignoring the slight waver in his voice when he thought back to it, "That fucker was huge!"

Though, his anger dissipated when he heard the soft chuckle leave Jeremy's lips. It was a rough, careless noise. And Mordecai was ashamed to admit to himself that he liked it.

Damn it.

"Whatever you say." The blonde stated before calming himself once more, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Taking a deep breath, Mordecai muttered an obscenity under his breath and walked the few paces it took to be next to the albino. He leaned on the other side of the doorway and eyed Jeremy's cigarette longingly.

Surprisingly, the blonde offered it out and Mordecai took it without a word, enjoying the silence as he placed the tip between his lips -suppressing the thought that it was Jeremy's saliva that made it damp, already- and inhaled slowly. Toxins invaded his lungs and the artist held in the smoke with practice. His throat burned, it having been a while since he smoked anything, but he dealt with it, eyes watering only slightly before he let them slid shut and exhaled slowly. Humming softly, he rested his head back against the split wood and allowed the nicotine buzz to do its charms, calming his nerves just enough for his mind to wander, handing the cancer stick back over to the blonde without looking.

Unfortunately, the image of Margret came to mind.

Her wedding was only about three months away, being held in August, it being mid May, and there was absolutely no way for him to get out of it. Rigby would surely force him to go if he tried to claim sick or make a run for it. And, he was supposed to be meeting up with her for coffee sometime soon so they could "catch up", as she'd put it over the phone.

The thought made him cringe.

Considering she was most likely planning to bring along her fiancé, Mordecai mentally spitting venom at the title, to meet him so they could become aquatinted before the big event. He wouldn't put it past her to do something like that. She had always been naive towards his feelings in the past, despite his many efforts to confess, and wouldn't know the difference if she was hurting him by showing off her new lover.

Mordecai sighed at this, not remembering opening his eyes as he gazed dully at entirely nothing, not realizing that Jeremy had been openly observing him. Watching the bluenette's face change from thoughtful, to pained.

So, when the artist reached for the cigarette again, Jeremy pulled it away and brought it to his own lips, locking eyes with the glare he received as he inhaled deeply, before said glare lowered and a defeated grunt escaped the other. Mordecai closing his eyes rather than fight to other for a damn cigarette that tasted like shit.

But, then, rough fingers were tilting his chin up and warmth, the already humid air intensifying, rolled off of the blonde and collided with Mordecai as the other stepped closer. The young man's eyes snapped open, locking with half lidded red as Jeremy leaned down slightly and coaxed the other's lips open with his own, blowing intoxicating smoke into the other's awaiting mouth. And, understanding what was happening, but not exactly thinking, Mordecai somehow went lax instead of freaking out, and lowered his lids, just barely staring into hazed ruby, and inhaling all that the tall blonde gave into his abused lungs. A tilt of his head and Jeremy pressed their lips more firmly together, nothing at all like the kiss they'd shared the night before, this one being far more gentle in its actions, and hearing a small sigh of what sounded like relief bubbling up Mordecai's throat.

The cigarette was dropped, long forgotten as the blue haired male moved his lips lazily with the albino's, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils and feeling the wisps of nicotine dance between them. He opened his mouth when Jeremy's tongue offered to play, allowing it to slid in and glide over his own in an unhurried manner, as if they had all the time in the world. And, before he realized it, his hands had slid up the material of the blonde's shirt and encircled the slightly taller's neck while he felt familiar hands hold his aching hips.

And it was only when one of those pale, calloused hands slipped under the material of his tank top to caress the skin there did Mordecai fully realize just what was going on.

Jeremy hissed and groaned when he was punched in the nose, hands yanking away from the other male's person in order to cradle the sensitive area that was now gushing with blood. He had been shoved and his back crashed against his original side of the doorframe heavily, not that the pain spiking in his back was exactly what he was focused on at the moment.

Mordecai glared with hatred towards the other, not at all worried or regretful when he saw the crimson liquid seep through the cracks of the blonde's fingers, and clenched his fists tightly as he turned and stormed back into the dark shack.

How dare that little bitch kiss him!

It was as if Mordecai had been in a fucking trance, for Christ's sakes! Hopeless against the other and only able to reciprocate with the same amount of affection presented to him. The artist just didn't understand how the cuntbag did it!

'Fuck, what is he doing to me?!'

And why the fuck was it so dark in here?!

Mordecai growled when he realized this, squinting his eyes against the darkness enveloping the cramped room around him and hitting his hip against a nearby crate. Cursing to himself, and trying desperately to forget about what just happened between him and his rival, he blindly reached and searched around for the drawstring that would flood the room with some much needed fluorescent light.

Unfortunately, he never found it.

His search was interrupted when he was suddenly shoved forward. He gasped and groaned as he crashed into what he believed to be more crates and boat gear as Jeremy snarled at him in the darkness.

"Why the fuck can't you just admit it?"

It took a moment for the artist to gather his footing, trying not to fall, and turned to see the sunlight falling in from the open doorway outlining the blonde's tall silhouette. He could see the calm stance he'd taken, a hand coming up to most likely wipe away blood that still dripped from his nostrils, but Mordecai could hear the hostility and frustration breaking through the barriers of Jeremy's usually stoic voice.

A part of him was proud of that, but, he didn't exactly have time to gloat as he asked.

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you wanting me just as fucking much as I want you." He snapped in utter honesty, through with games, and Mordecai's eyes widened.

He hoped the other couldn't see him, that he was just as blind as Mordecai was.

"I don't want you." What a fucking lie, "Don't flatter yourself!"

"Bullshit." Was the blunt reply, the confidence and absolute knowing in that voice caught the blue haired adult off guard, even intimidated him, but he wouldn't show it.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Jeremy," he said his name with utter disgust, "But I kinda, sorta, really, really fucking hate you. So you can lay off with your queer propositions already. They disgust me." He growled, then, added, "You disgust me."

Suddenly, hands grabbed hold of his collar and tossed him to the side, his back hitting a wall and head snapping back, whacking itself harshly against the hard surface. He jumped when hands slammed down on either side of his head and he could practically taste Jeremy's sickly sweet and ashy breath as he was now leaning dangerously close to the other, trapping Mordecai with his body so close.

"You wanna know what really disgusts me, Mordedai?"

Oh God..

Said male had to restrain the urge to completely tremble at the low, deadly serious tone of Jeremy's voice, and awaited in frightened anticipation for the answer.

Jeremy ignored the iron taste of his own blood filling his mouth and continued in a low, strangely calm voice, "Your unoriginal, blatant, pathetic, and painfully obvious denial."

And, without allowing the artist time to retort, Jeremy slammed his lips onto the others.

The first thing the bluenette noticed, was the taste: Blood, still seeming to be raining down by the handfuls, laced within the familiar flavor of nicotine. Combined into an irony display of intoxication that seemed to drown Mordecai in it's own addictions. The younger man could smell the sweat lingering on the albino's features and person just as equally as the buds upon his tongue explored it, seeking out all of the ridiculously satisfying consumption of saltiness it could offer. This, added in with the underlining taste that could only be described, in simplest terms, as Jeremy, blew every known obstacle out of proportion in the artist's mind.

The second thing that the bluejay noticed, was his touch: Never before had such aggression presented itself before Mordecai. Every single touch felt like ice that had been held to one's skin far too long, like the pinpoints that cleverly prick at your entire physique when the body's temperature is rather chilled, before hastily shoved into a stream of scolding warmth. Like it was burning the artist, and freezing him at the same time.

The third thing he noticed was, was his lack of fight.

Mustering up all that he could, Mordecai forced his head to the side, gasping in lungfuls of much needed air as Jeremy continued his attack. Biting and sucking viciously at the junction of the artist's neck, causing said male to clench his fists and sink his own teeth into his bottom lip to hold back the moans of painful pleasure. He tried pulling his hands from the vice grip the albino possessed, but failed miserably, receiving only the tightening of crucial barriers and nails biting sharply into his flesh.

"Get off!" He cried, proud that his voice didn't waver, but disappointed in the shrill tone.

He earned only a grunt in reply, along with a knee forcing his legs apart. Said knee pressed rather harshly against Mordecai's groin, enough force held within the motion to knock the air completely from the artist's lungs. At first, he thought this to be payback for when he'd kneed the blonde in the basement, but when the joint began moving in circular motions, dragging delighted sparks of pleasure down his spin, Mordecai couldn't help take the thought back.

He tossed his head back, smacking it against the dull wood behind him, once more -just how many times did he intend to cause himself brain damage today?-, and let out a wail. Whether it was out of discomfort or welcomed joy -most likely both-, Jeremy found he didn't care, feeling his rival's chest rub his own as his back arched and toes curled.

The albino didn't exactly like the fact that he had snapped. He hated losing control of himself, thinking it to be extremely weak. But, with the way Mordecai was squirming against the pleasure he was causing, his breaths coming out in airy, desperate gasps, his body screaming to be touched further, Jeremy decided that maybe, just maybe, letting go wasn't such a bad thing after all. As long as this was the end result.

Though, the bluenette's insistent struggles were beginning to piss the albino off.

He opened his crimson iris' to find something to bind the bluejay with, squinting in the dark, though he could see better in such conditions than most, to see a rope laying on a crate next to them. Smiling against he other's heated flesh, he didn't realize his guard had dropped, if only in the slightest, and the grip he had on the others left wrist loosened a fraction. Enough for that wrist to break free and slug Jeremy in the face, albeit clumsy, but still, enough to stunt the other in a throbbing pain. And, enough to send his glasses flying from his face to land somewhere on the floor.

God damn it.

Jeremy was sick and tired of this little bitch hitting him!

Ignoring the pain blossoming throughout his left cheekbone, the albino growled dangerously and grabbed the other by the shirt, throwing him to the side with all of his might. Snatching the rope off the crate as he twisted on his heel to follow.

Mordecai didn't even know why he'd hit the other.

Impulse?

'More like denial, idiot.'

He scowled at his own, cynical thought. He knew exactly why he'd hit the other for the countless number of times.

He wanted him to forget.

Forget the pleasure that was wrecking both of their bodies. Forget the fact that Mordecai, despite his complaints, wanted the other to continue. To force his body to writhe with all that the other had to offer, no matter the terminal pain that would come afterwards.

But like hell if he ever let the other know of this.

Not that he exactly had the time to dwell on the matter when he tripped while simultaneously doubling over some kind of large, rectangular crate, knocking over many boxes and useless supplies stored on top. This particular crate was much cooler upon touch, he noted, it's smooth surface gliding easily under his fingertips, even with the thick layer of dust coating it's lid. But, pain was already sprouting within his stomach and he coughed, the knowledge leaving his mind when he suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking.

Jeremy's glasses.

He'd known his last blow had knocked the contraptions from the albino's face. The large framed spectacles must have landed near him from behind and Jeremy, making his way over to undoubtfully punch the living daylights out of the artist, must have stepped right on them. Unable to see clearly in the darkness of the shed, more so now that his naturally impaired vision was without the assistance of medicated glass.

He could hear the crunch of it, clear as day, the thin sheen of prescribed lens shattering effortlessly under the weight of Jeremy's Jordon's. But, the sound wasn't what made Mordecai flinch.

Having whipped his head to the side, he saw that Jeremy was disturbingly unfazed by the sound nor the fact that he would now have to purchase new ones. Determination was set in the rusted eyes of his rival, unsettling Mordecai in ways he'd thought only occurred during his nightmares as he attempted to push up from the lidded "crate".

But, of course, he never made it even an inch.

For a hand, faster than Mordecai's reflexes could handle, had him pinned to the surface beneath far quicker than he was comfortable with, with far more strength than his chest could handle.

He gasped for air, the hand having disappeared just as quickly as it came, before the sound of fabric ripping reached his thunder pounding ears. He arched back up in surprise as his back was exposed, the tightly woven threads that made up his tank top of small matter to the man behind him. And, before he knew it, the remains were falling back down his shoulders and arms, completely useless.

And he didn't even have the time to turn and begin his ranting before his hair was grabbed and head forced down to smack audibly against the dusty, solid "crate" beneath. He groaned at the impact, his already swarming-with-need vision clouding with uncertainty and pain as he dully felt the remnants of his tank top being removed harshly. Now, his bare chest and arms pressed to the cooled surface and his nipples tightened from the sudden, chilled contact.

He panted softly in both mental and physical exhaustion. He wasn't quite sure he could handle anymore, although he was positive they were far from finished, and only snapped out of his trance when he felt his arms being forced behind his back.

He yanked and struggled harshly against the man trying to restrain him, feeling a coarse, straw-like material -a rope, perhaps?- being wrapped around his crossed wrists.

"W-What the hell are you- AAHHH!" He suddenly cried out as sharp, bloodstained teeth sank themselves into the skin of his right shoulder, hard.

Pained bloomed and, as he feared, waves of excitement ran straight to his groin.

They continued clamping down until he finally tensed up and remained stagnant, allowing the other to finish binding his wrists as Mordecai himself bit harshly into his own lip to keep from whimpering.

He began to tremble from the strain and nearly gave a pained moan when Jeremy finally pulled his teeth away from the bleeding wound he left behind, leaning his body against Mordecai's. The younger man could feel the way his hips ached to twitch back in order to grind against the other, but forced them to behave. Brisling when he felt a pair of lips brush against his ear.

"I believe it's high time that you learned some discipline, Mordecai."

Jesus Christ.

If he wasn't turned on before, and he hated himself for admitting it, he definitely was now. How could he not? With that deep, roughly grating voice, broken down from years of smoking, purring such degrading yet powerful words in his ear?

He pondered this a moment as he licked his suddenly dry lips, deciding to test the waters a bit by attempting to lift his upper body against the strong grip holding him. Jeremy seemed displeased with this and shoved him down further, snarling warningly in his ear.

It was impossible, he decided as he could only muster up a half-defiant growl from deep in his throat, not meaning for it to come out more of a whine than anything.

"You need to learn your place." The albino spoke lowly, promisingly, threateningly.

And damn it all if it didn't turn Mordecai on further.

But the proud little bitch inside of him couldn't help but defend it's already crushed pride. So, he sneered and pushed back against the other, shoving against the hand that seemed to be so easily holding him down.

"Get the fuck off of me, Jeremy!" He snapped, ignoring the slight waver in his own voice.

But, this small show of vulnerability was all the blonde needed for encouragement.

Wordlessly, he lifted the weight from his hand, momentarily confusing the other with the image of obedience before he dragged it down Mordecai's back quickly. His calloused fingertips rough against the smooth, tanned flesh stretched over impressive muscles, much like Jeremy's own. But, he ignored this, for the moment. Instead, both of his strong hands came down to grab the artist's hips with bone crushing strength, relishing in the surprised yelp he received when he gave a jerking tug and lift, leaving Mordecai's abdomen hanging off the edge of the refrigerator and bowing it down towards the gritty floor by gravity's work alone, his ass now sticking in the air. Perfectly curved, despite Jeremy's teasing when they'd first kissed the night before, and managing to make the blonde's mouth water.

The man on the receiving end couldn't help but blush furiously at the vulnerable position, able to do nothing but hang his mouth open in a silent moan as Jeremy pressed his semi-erect, clothed length to Mordecai's equally jean clad ass.

And when an unsteady rhythm started up, Jeremy rocking himself against the other with powerful intensity, the bluejay had to bit down on his bruised and bloody lips to keep in the sounds of need begging to leave his throat, just so they could express to the other what words couldn't. The silent demands, not-so-hushed pleas, needs that would love to be released loudly so all knew how much pleasure Mordecai was receiving.

But he didn't allow such things to happen. He kept his mouth shut, fearing to even open his eyes as Jeremy rocked harder, damn near dry humping him now in stricken heat.

Speaking of heat, why the fuck did Jeremy have to choose today, of all days, to screw Mordecai out in a muggy shed?

Mordecai felt as though he were melting, sweat beading down his face like bullets shooting to fire against the enemy as his back received sloppily placed kisses. Each only leaving behind a small wet trail that did nothing but suffocate the artist's skin even further into absurdity. The fact that they just as equally left him shivering in need was beyond the point, though.

He was panting hard, now. Trying desperately to relieve himself of the near unbearable, smothering heat Jeremy was providing, assisting the already radiating blister of air around them. But, not even the cool surface under him tamed the beast as he finally released his lips to voice his suffering.

"J-Jeremy..!" he breathed, not at all meaning for it to come out as wanton as it did.

But, it most certainly gathered the others attentions. For he had slowed his thrusts to rough grinding as he leaned his own body over Mordecai's to catch what he wanted to say.

"I-ngh... Hot.." He panted, pleasure spiking up his back despite his fear of heat stroke, "'S h-hot.. Ah..!~"

The blonde seemed to consider this a moment. It wouldn't do to have the blubbering idiot fall to the floor, unconscious. Or to have him throw up everywhere. Now that would be a mood killer.

He thought quickly, the lightbulb inside his brain clicking on to burn bright when he smirked down at the other and released a hip to reach.

A burst of sudden chilled air drew Mordecai's attention, immediately.

He turned his head to the other side and noticed the other half of the refrigerator was open, the lid propped back against the wall after the remaining supplies laying on it toppled noisily to the floor. Mordecai closed his eyes gratefully, basking in the relief the temperature drop offered to his flushed face, not noticing as a long fingered hand reached into the contraption.

His hair was suddenly grabbed, yet again, and yanked back. Forcing the artist to his use all of his strength to comply and stand up, his stance unkempt. But his anger reared, regardless.

"Would you quit tugging my fucking ha-!" His rage dissipated, command cut off with a choked gasp at the burning sensation placed against his nipple.

Then, it was cold.

So fucking cold as Jeremy lazily circled the ice cube around the shy pink bud.

Mordecai fought against it, but, involuntarily, he felt his treacherous nipples pucker at the attention. He bit his lip, tasting blood -unsure whether it belonged to him or Jeremy at that point- and drew away instinctively. Only to come into hard contact with Jeremy's strong chest, the solid barrier keeping him from running as the other hand came up and began to tease the other nipple with his fingers alone. Pinching, pulling, rubbing.

The artist tipped his head back, eyes hazy and letting out a shaky breath as it rested against the albino's shoulder. He wasn't sure if he enjoyed the sting which was offered every time the ice pressed into his heated flesh, now switching to his other nipple, but, if his back arching, practically begging for more as his jeans tightened impossibly further, was anything to go by, he'd say he was, indeed, enjoying the torturous pleasures tingling throughout his limbs.

His bound hands fisted the material protecting Jeremy's stomach, desperate for something to keep him grounded on this earth. Least he float away in the euphoric demands seizing his body into nothing more than a trembling mess of hormones. He didn't even realize the betrayal his own body possessed until he felt his hands move of their own accord.

Panting and moaning, just as blood stained lips found his abused neck, once more, Mordecai released the material from his hands, now stretched beyond repair by his own tugging. His fingers danced down the others chiseled abs, playfully plucking at the hemline riding low on the others hips.

Simple touches, but the artist knew he was doing well when he felt the other press his hips more sharply into his rear, encouraging him to keep going.

And keep going he did.

Using what skill he had, through all of the shaking his entire body was currently suffering, the bluenette blindly felt for the others belt. He deliberately initiated a grind this time, rolling his hips in a seductive fashion against the others pressing erection, his hands slowly, teasingly, unbuckling what he could.

He struggled a moment with the button, groaning when Jeremy bit down on the nape of his neck and sucked vigorously, but managed through the pleasure and pulled his ass away momentarily to pull down the zipper, hearing a shaky sigh of relief escape the masculine male behind him.

Who the fuck had he been kidding?

There's no way he could resist this. Not now. Not when it felt so fucking good.

So, when he was flipped around, ass parked against the edge of the fridge he'd been bent over, and lips pressed urgently to his own, Mordecai couldn't help but to return the desperation, tenfold.

'His lips are cold,' the artist noted, soon finding out why when he parted his own to take in the others tongue.

The ice cubes in the albino's mouth clanked rather loudly as their tongues danced around them in a near battle of the death, fighting against the other with angered passion that didn't cease to turn them both on. The ice burned Mordecai's tongue, but God, if it wasn't hot. The excess amount of water, melted and tasting of iron when mixed with their blood, dribbled down both of their chins when it couldn't make it down their throats. But neither seemed to care, accepting the sloppy, wet sensations as they ravished the other.

Inching his hips forward to glide against the others, Mordecai weighed his options. Having his hands tied behind his back really was becoming bothersome. So what could he do?

Smirking, the artist suddenly gave up the fight for dominance, allowing the other to plunge his tongue completely into the others mouth. He couldn't helps the deep moan he gave, or his eyes rolling back as he was attacked, helpless for the moment as he tried to keep up with Jeremy, but he just wasn't fast enough. That is, before he suddenly clamped his jaw, teeth sinking into the slick muscle invading his mouth and sucking on it harshly.

The blonde let out a guttural groan of agony, yanking his tongue away from the rough treatment to instead glare and pant along with his counterpart.

"Very funny." He snarled, spitting a combination of blood and saliva to the side.

Trying to avoid his eyes, Mordecai chuckled breathlessly and stared at the other's cheek.

"Payback's a bitch.~" he said, cocking his head towards his injured shoulder.

"It will be," the male commented, ripping open Mordecai's jeans and shucking them towards the floor, boxers included, "For you."

The bluejay blushed furiously, trying to curl in on himself from being so suddenly exposed, but Jeremy would have none of it. Kneeling slightly, the older hooked his arms around the back of Mordecai's knees and jerked. This sent the other flying back, landing heavily on top of the fridge he'd been bent over, and groaning from the collision.

Jeremy paid this no mind, yanking off the others annoyingly heavy shoes, the socks going with it, and freeing his legs from the gathered denim around his ankles, tossing it all aside carelessly. Forcing the other to spread eagle, Jeremy settled himself comfortably between him legs, hands braced on either side of Mordecai's head to box him in with a a predatorily gaze.

Mordecai stared, wide eyed with shock and embarrassment. When the hell did Jeremy get to be so fast?

His hands were jammed between the lid and his own body, throbbing with the need of release that he couldn't give without arching and making himself look like a whore -not that he didn't look like one already-.

He managed, however, to find his voice, "Bastard! Just what the hell are you do-?!" He stopped when the albino began lapping at the droplets of water that had trailed down Mordecai's chest, "Ngh!~"

"What does it look like?" Came the infuriatingly indifferent reply.

The asshole sounded completely unaffected or aroused, despite his actions, when he came face to face with Mordecai and announced, "I'm going to fuck you."

He didn't have time to retort as something cold jolted him, having been pressed to his most private area. Mismatched eyes widened all the more, black eyes rows drawing up as his mouth formed an "o". His back arched whorishly, a cross between a moan and cry escaping his heavily abused and swollen lips as the ice was circled slowly around his puckered entrance.

When had Jeremy even reached between them?

The thought left as soon as it's come, replaced with a sense of sharp, unforgiving, lust when fingers joined the fun, pushing and probing lightly, teasingly.

Mordecai gritted his teeth, his legs locking around Jeremy's waist and trying to force him closer, desperate for more.

"F-For fuck's s-sa-ahh..~" he moaned, rocking his hips with the motions of the ice and fingertips, "Hurry up, f-fuckass!"

An agitated twitch pulled at Jeremy's eyebrow.

He pulled the ice and fingers away, tossing it aside before he pulled himself out of his boxers and positioned. The fucker wanted him to hurry? Oh, Jeremy would hurry all right.

Pulling his hips back, the blonde slammed forward.

At the suddenly intrusion forced into his body, Mordecai couldn't help it, and screamed. He screamed bloody murder, his bound hands clenching and unclenching, muscles tensing, toes curling, and head thrown back with his spin drawn up.

Jeremy himself, was in bliss. The tight, scorching heat that encased his erection was far more than he ever expected, so much better than he could've dreamed. It seemed to be sucking him in and trying to reject him at the same time, creating a pull and push sensation that was sending his thoughts spinning. And the way Mordecai's entire body quaked tremors constantly created the carnal need to intensify such shivers, an animalistic terror taking over his rational thought.

Growling, he grasped a better hold on the artist's hips and drew back some, a faint regret for lack of lubrication crossing his tainted thoughts before he slammed back in, completely to the hilt now. But he didn't stop, despite Mordecai's pained cries for him to slow down, he simply reeled back, noticing it was a bit easier, and barreled forward.

This fucking cunt!

Mordecai kept spewing derogatory words as such throughout his thoughts, his nerves completely aflame with something far beyond pain as Jeremy fucked him like some useless, unfeeling blow-up doll. What the fuck was he thinking?! Not using lube or even prepping the man beneath before he dove right in?

What an asshole.

What an arrogant, self-absorbed, cunt!

The bluenette continued with these thoughts, finding them to be more enjoyable than the actual pain of being fucked dry by the merciless blonde above him. He winced when he noticed Jeremy's entries were becoming easier,not because he was used to the in and out motion, but because of the slick assistance his own blood was offering. Meaning the idiot tore something and Mordecai wouldn't be able to shit right for two weeks.

Great.

Fucking fantastic.

But, then, the fool managed to brush against something that sent off explosions in Mordecai's mind, his cock throbbing with neglect as he moaned hoarsely. The first promises of pleasure beginning to push away the sharp stabs of pain as Jeremy reposition and aimed, hitting the bluenette's prostate with each brutal thrust and sending the other into a mass of jello limbs.

"Harder!" Mordecai moaned, sounding like a bitch in heat, "G-God! Fuck me h-harder!"

Jeremy growled in arousal and complied, for once. Their hips colliding roughly with each forced entry, skin making skin and moans spilling from both of their lips as Mordecai's eyes rolled back into his head, his back arching up painfully.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-Ahhh!~" Mordecai rambled, a mantra of the same word escaping with each breath pushed from his lungs.

He forced his mismatched eyes open to gaze up at the state Jeremy was in, his already suffering breath catching in his throat at the sight. In the small glimpse of light offered from the setting sun outside, he could see platinum blonde hair tossed around messily, sexy in its own way with how it framed the sun-kissed complexion. Such skin was coated in perspiration, beads of sweat running down temples and along a strong jawline that was clenched in concentration. His eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed and twitching slightly in pleasure as he worked himself in and out of Mordecai's body.

He looked incredibly attractive, sexy, and undeniably lustful for the man laying beneath him. And Mordecai prided himself into knowing that it was he this man lusted for, he who had put the normally stoic asshole into such bliss. He, who had finally gotten the other to snap to loose control.

That alone sent shudders across his spine, and Mordecai, through his panting and moaning, called out, "Jeremy!~"

Nearly white lashes parted to reveal clouded red, the normally vibrant color dulled to a deep burgundy in its lust.

Mordecai snapped and pushed himself up with his bound hands, Jeremy's thrusts slowing to a near stop in order to allow the other to sit up, his hands braced back to hold himself. The albino panted, raising an eyebrow in curiosity at the other before his kiss-swollen lips were swept up by Mordecai's own in a passionate embrace.

Their mouths moved lazily, just like they had before this bizarre turn took place, tongues rubbing and rolling around, exploring.

When they parted, their foreheads rested on the others, breaths mingling as Mordecai pleaded, "Please..."

Jeremy gazed into his eyes with half lidded crimson, considering as the bluenette nuzzled him.

"Jeremy, please..~"

And, for whatever reason, the blonde just couldn't refuse the artist's request this time.

He reached around the others body, his shaft throbbing and still embedded in the man seated awkward as he untied the now bruised and raw wrists. Instantly, arms came around his neck and lips found his again, heated and determined to show dominance as a round ass ground against him.

Jeremy groaned and began moving again, Mordecai rocking back and forth with him so they met halfway as their lips were locked in battle. That is, until the albino once again found the others prostate and began grinding against it with each thrust. The blunette threw his head back, nails digging into the others shoulders as Jeremy's lips touched the injured shoulder. His tongue slid over the end lamed flesh,causing Mordecai to shudder with gasps and moans.

"Say it again." Jeremy ordered when he felt himself beginning to rush at orgasm.

The man beneath pressed up, rubbing his own completely neglected member against the others abdomen, smearing it with his own precome and moaning at the friction.

"Jeremy.." He muttered, breathless.

A sharp stab at his prostate made him jolt.

"Louder." Jeremy snarled and Mordecai shivered, arching his chest to press and rub against the blonde's clothed one. His nipples hardened from the rough material against his smooth flesh,but he moaned nonetheless and obeyed.

"Jeremy!" He called, beginning to repeat the only thing that made sense to him at a the moment.

"Jeremy, Jeremy, Jer-ahh-my!~"

He was so close, so unbearably close. He couldn't possibly survive this incredible pleasure, couldn't possibly take anymore.

But, just like that, Jeremy's work roughened hand suddenly wrapped around his nearing purple erection and began to pump furiously in time with his brutal thrusts.

And that was it.

The straw that broke the camel's back.

"JEREMY!~"

Head thrown back, eyes rolled back into his head, mouth open, back bowed, arms clutching, legs clamping, and entrance clenching, Mordecai came. He came harder than he has in months, years, maybe. And it just kept coming. Wave after wave of pleasure coursing throughout his veins, breaking him down until he fell back, laying limply against the fridge top as Jeremy continued thrusting like a beast into his overly sensitive entrance.

He cried out with every blow, weak and spent before the blonde finally seized up and something scorching hot flowed into him. He moaned pitifully, his legs pulling at Jeremy's still rocking hips, milking him for everything his had until he slowed to a stop.

They both panted, eyes closed and intimately attached.

Mordecai peeked, catching Jeremy's hazy stare and holding it, searching for something he didn't know of until the sound of the others gruff voice brought him back.

"Now was that so bad?" His voice was tired, leaking a playful tease instead of cold resentment.

This comforted Mordecai in ways he couldn't even begin to understand as he chuckled lightly, "No, I suppose it wasn't.~"

He gasped and shuddered as Jeremy pulled out of him lightly, sparks of ghost pleasure sprinkled along his body. He watched as the other tucked himself into his boxers and fixed his jeans. A sudden realization occurred to him and he frowned, more like pouted, at the other.

"Why is it that I'm the only one naked?"

The small chuckle Jeremy emitted brisked Mordecai's nerves pleasantly.

"Because this was punishment, remember?"

Frowning, the artist grumbled and forced himself to sit up, looking down at the mess his body had become with all of it's scratches, bites, hickeys, and bloodstains. He grimaced as he felt his entrance leak Jeremy's seed, absently noting to clean it out later as he looked up, the blonde now between his legs again and placing light kisses along his shoulder.

He hummed at the gesture, closing his eyes to allow it, if only for a moment, before they began hating each other again.

"You know," Jeremy started, "I didn't intend for this to be a one-time thing."

Mordecai's eyes shot open and he looked at the other questioningly, "And but hat, you mean..?"

Could this mean that the albino actually.. felt something for Mordecai? The idea seemed too outrageous to be true. Never, in his wildest dreams, could he believe the other felt something other than disgust towards him. The again, he was proven wrong just now. Obviously, the blonde found him attractive. And Mordecai wasn't going to sit there with the man's come up his ass and say he didn't want the other's dick again.

But, still, the thought of any sort of relationship coming front his was far fetched, even in Mordecai's mind.

Jeremy rolled his eyes, reaching up to adjust his glasses, only to growl at the reminder he no longer possessed such luxury.

"Look, I've been waiting to fuck you for weeks now." He explained, "And I imagine you can't possibly sit there and tell me that you did t feel the same."

As if for confirmation, he looked at Mordecai pointedly, receiving a hesitant nod.

"And it felt good, right?"

Another nod.

"Then who's to say we can't do it again?" The albino inquired, pulling Mordecai a bit closer to him to make a point, "Besides, it's a win-win situation."

Placing his hands around the others neck, almost by instinct, and wrapping his legs back around the other for support, Mordecai looked skeptical, "And how is that?"

"Simple." The blonde smirked, placing his hands on the others waist, avoiding his terribly bruised hips, "I get sex." He placed a kiss at the corner of Mordecai's lips -man, sex really seemed to calm the usual prick-, "And you get to forget about that one girl from the cafe."

Mordecai bulked, "I don't-"

"Yes, you do." He said, cutting him off before he even tried to defend himself.

Lowering his lids and gazing at the other, he purred lowly, "I could be.. your distraction."

The artist pondered this as light kisses trailed his jaw.

It was true that he hadn't even considered Margret during his and Jeremy's little sexcapade, but, was that necessarily a reason to continue sleeping with the obnoxious knowitall?

Yes.

It was good enough.

After all, she was getting married. She didn't care about Mordecai or what he did, so why should he? It was his life, his choice. And, who knows perhaps it would be fun being fuck buddies with his rival.

So, nosing the other until he lifted his face from Mordecai's neck, the blunette answered his unspoken question by pressing their lips together. Sharing playful nips and easing licks until they were both a bit breathless, once more.

When they pulled away, Mordecai laughed, the other looking at him in confusion before simply joining in on the fun.

What the fuck were they going to tell Benson?

Holy shit... That took so fucking long to write. God damn. I hope it turned out well! Sorry to everyone, I went a who summer without internet because I moved. Annoying, I know. But let me know what you think and be expecting another chapter because this story is far from finished!