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Shatter: Chapter 2
Rating: R
Warning: Language.
Pairing: DADR (Dwicky and Dib)
Summary: Dwicky has been gone for 6 long years and returns to a world broken by war. There is no more technology, no more order, only the vicious struggles of humans in the fight for survival.

The sun baked down across the barren field and the forest was alive with the sounds of birds challenging one another to duels of poetic song. Dib lay awkwardly sprawled out on the torn, beaten backseat of the car he had claimed the previous night, well, morning. His mouth hung open with his head to the side. The long, limp lock of hair swung gently against the rusty floorboard. It was past noon, though the sun still burned with a fiery brilliance. Dib twitched a bit in his sleep as a bead of sweat rolled down his face.

Outside of the car, Dwicky paced back and forth. He hadn’t been able to fall asleep, already well rested. And even if he hadn’t been, the worry and realization would have kept him up. He paused to glance over at the broken city. It looked worse than a third world country. Something terrible must had happened in his absence. He glanced over at the sleeping teen. Something terrible enough to leave the once inquisitive, energetic boy as a brooding, violently bitter teen. The change in Dib was shocking, but he had to consider the terrible things Dib told so little of.

“Well… Shit.” It was the only word that could describe how he felt. He turned back to look at the crumbled city with a sigh. “What do I do now…?” he asked aloud to himself.

“That’s what everyone is asking themselves.” Dib’s voice startled the older man. “You’ll get used to it.” The boy sat up and huffed as he slipped off his jacket and slung it over an arm. “Damn, it is hot.”

“Oh. You’re awake.” Dwicky gave a smile, though it weakened as it was met with a scowl.

“Yeah. I am.” Dib rolled his eyes as he pulled himself up and out of the car, stretching his sore, lithe muscles. “Mm… Ah. Smoke, smoke, smoke… I need a smoke.” The boy groped around his jacket for a cigarette and his lighter, his mood seeming to brighten a tad when he inhaled his first drag with a low purr of sorts.

Though Dwicky didn’t approve of an underage smoker, who was he to judge? His slate wasn’t exactly clean itself. “I wouldn’t know where to begin…” Dwicky mumbled to himself. Where would he go from here?

“Begin? Ha! No point in beginning anywhere, there is no where to go. This is the end, you could say.” He ran his hand flat in a horizontal line before him. “All a smooth nothing from here on.”

“Oh. Well. Since you--” Dwicky nervously tapped his fingers together.

“Ugh. Do you realize how much I want to say NO to that?” Dib knew the question was coming.

“I have no where else to go, no one to go with.” Not to mention the dirty, scary, city unnerved him to no ends.

“You think I do? You think I ever did?!” Anger rose in the boy as he twitched, teeth gritting slightly.

Dwicky opened his mouth, about to say something, when Dib interrupted the poor man once again.

“We were partners once. Remember? Partners!” Dib huffed smoke through his nose like an angry bull. “And what did you do? You betrayed me. It was a lie. All a lie.” The boy looked away and set a hand to his head. It hurt. “Why do I want to be with the one person… The one person who seemed to WANT to be my friend… The one person I thought believed me…” He twitched and turned to narrow burning brown eyes. “How can I even trust you?”

“Dib. I was trying to help you…” Dwicky weakly protested.

“Help me?! You could have ‘helped’ me if you just tried to dump that psychological bullshit on me. But no. Oh no. You had to… do that. And then what happened? What happened?” Dib clenched his fist and stomped a foot towards Dwicky, leaning toward the man. “You were proven wrong. That night… That night you left. You took everything, Dwicky.”

The man nervously took a step back, though he was glad the boy wasn’t wielding the blade. “What did I take?” His words were cautious and low.

“You took the illusion of friendship! You took proof of,” Dib paused “THEM. And, and you took… Ugh.” The boy slumped his shoulders in defeat. “Just forget it.” Dib waved a hand and took a drag, puffing it into the air and squinting in the heat. “But, yeah. Whatever. Fucking FINE. I don’t care if you tag along.” He gave a slight shrug and turned around, starting to walk away. “Nothing ever matters anyway.”

“Where are we going?” Dwicky quickly trailed behind the slinking boy.

“To the river.” Dib purred a ghostly dancer of smoke into the air. “Fucking hot. I’m sweaty. You do the math.”

It was obvious that along with no electricity, there was no more running water. Dwicky suddenly felt a small flip of his stomach. No sinks, no showers, no… toilets. Ew. He twitched slightly, but shook his head. He really should have paid attention better in boy scouts. At least it would prepare him for the bleak present that lay around him.

Dib’s pace eventually quickened as they trekked against the wasteland of garbage and filth. Dwicky was nervous, everything looked so dirty and sharp. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, and didn’t hear the sound of Dib hopping over something in their path. Dwicky unfortunately didn’t see it until it was too late, and tripped over it, landing on hands and knees. He grunted and turned his head back to see what it was, his color going completely pale as his eyes met a half decayed skull.

“Oh… my… God…” Dwicky just stared at the crumpled, skeletal body and scrambled to his feet, backing up into Dib. The body was naked and shriveled, in a dry, almost mummified state.

“It is just a dead body…” Dib rolled his eyes as the older man backed up into him.

“Just… Just a dead body!” Dwicky pointed at it, he sounded breathless. “A dead… HUMAN body!”

“So?” Dib wasn’t fazed at all, completely desensitized to such things.

“Ugh. Can we just… go. Please.” Dwicky gave a few hard shudders that nearly knocked him off balance.

“Yeah. Sure.” Dib smirked to himself as he continued on. Dwicky’s reaction was funny. It was just a dead body after all, no big deal.

Eventually they turned into the forest to walk down a well worn trail of muddy deer tracks and discarded human junk. Dib idly kicked a rusty can out of his way. The shade of the forest was annoyingly limited, most of the trees were dead, yet still stood defiantly. It had only been a few years since the destruction, so the younger, healthier trees were only beginning to claim the woods as their own. Soon the trail became rocky and opened up to a large clearing of smooth stones and more junk. A downed, stripped aircraft lay a few hundred yards away from them. Weeds grew up from the bottom, and rust crusted its once magnificent surface. A wide river snaked through the forest, washing away the filth of the past.

Dib tossed his jacket aside so it landed on a log near the water’s edge. He didn’t want to get it wet, but he still wanted to keep an eye on it. He leaned forward, still walking, and yanked his shirt off his sticky, sweaty body. His glasses threatened to fall, but he pressed them back up as he simply threw his shirt to the ground. The dirty, smudged, dried blood encrusted flesh of his face and hands were contrasted by the milky white flesh of his normally unexposed skin. He took a drag of his cig as he hopped on each foot to tug off his boots and toss them behind him, where Dwicky had to dodge them, lest he get booted to the face.

“Ah. Careful.” Dwicky mumbled as a boot whizzed past his head. His eyes followed the offending boot, but quickly glanced back at their owner. It really was amazing how pale the boy was under his clothes.

“Mmm?” Dib fingered the belt of his pants, his back to Dwicky. “Are you going to be joining me?” He undid his belt and glanced back at Dwicky. “Cause if you aren’t, you should watch my stuff.”

“Oh… I’ll-. Ah!” Dwicky quickly turned as the boy’s pants dropped to his ankles and were kicked off. He was totally commando under his jeans.

“What’s your problem?” Dib raised a brow as he stood there, as naked as the day he was born.

“I am… uhh… Not good around naked people. Modest, I guess?” He tried to wave the color that built at his cheeks. It was embarrassment. Yes. That’s right. Embarrassment.

“Ha! Well, get used to it. On hot days, most people run around naked.” Dib walked into the cool water and submerged himself with a purr, which he emitted in smoke.

“Ehh…” Dwicky glanced through spread fingers before turning around fully. He nervously adjusted his tie, trying not to think of the taut, white, firm, young… NO.

“I mean…” Dib raised a brow at the odd, nervous adult. “Who is gonna stop us? The police?” He smirked and pulled his cig away from his lips to hold it over his head as he submerged all but it. When he resurfaced, his hair clung to him in thin stringy strands.

“If that’s not addicted, I don’t know what is…” Dwicky raised a brow at the boy’s attempt to preserve his cigarette.

“Are you going to join me or not? You never answered me.” Dib rubbed his face free of the dirt smudges and blew away some of the cool water from his lips. “Not that I care. I just want to know if I should get my knife or not. The world is crawling with thieves…”

“Oh. Well.” Dwicky thought it over. Bathe naked with a teenage boy in a secluded mountain river or not. He raised a brow, why did this seem like the setting of some homoerotic movie? Wait. Not homoerotic. What? He wasn’t attracted to the boy or anything. Why would he even think that? He was a perfectly normal man who liked perfectly normal things. Like, beer and women, right?

“You make weird faces when you think.” Dib glared dully.

“Sure.” Why the hell not? After all, who was going to do anything about it? Just innocent bathing, anyway. Dwicky started to loosen his tie as he watched the boy take a drag and stare at him. The fact he had an audience was a bit unnerving.

“Look. We are both guys. I don’t care. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” Dib rolled his eyes at the man’s nervous modesty, though secretly he was cracking up on the inside.

“Yeah. Yeah. I was never good at things like… public showers. Or… other places where you are naked in front of people… Naked in high school nightmares?” He gave a nervous laugh as he tossed his tie aside, starting to unbutton his shirt. He let it slip off behind him and then went to his shoes, socks, but hesitated on his pants. With a nervous gulp, he unbuckled and slipped them and his underwear off, standing rigid and nervous afterwards.

“See? Not so bad.” Dib tried to hide the smirk. This was too funny. He had forgotten the amusement other humans often brought. “Now could you get my knife?”

“Huh?” Dwicky blinked, a hand on his face, as if it would cover the red. “Uh. Sure.” He walked over to the boy’s jacket and groped at it before he felt the firm, sharp knife. He reached his hand into the depths and pulled it out, though his hand shook a little. He never liked weapons. With a breath, he turned and headed into to water and towards the teen, handing it to the boy when he waded beside him.

“Thanks…” The word sounded odd on his tongue as Dib took the knife. He watched Dwicky with dull, uninterested eyes.

“Ah. Really cold.” He wrapped his arms around himself. “But that’s good in this heat.”

“Yep…” Dib flicked the dead cig into the water, watching it sail downstream. He then brushed back his limp, wet, thick lock of hair and dropped underwater.

“And…” Dwicky blinked as the boy disappeared as he was about to speak. He frowned slightly, but it was soon replaced with a panicked “Ah!” as he was suddenly pulled underwater. He sputtered as he surfaced, wiping the water from his eyes. “Argh!”

Dib just laughed as he surfaced beside him. But he soon blinked at himself. He hadn’t laughed like that in years. He was… playing. The boy suddenly scowled, as if the thought was annoyingly absurd. Dwicky raised a brow and blinked at the sudden change in Dib’s attitude, and the boy just backslapped a splash at the man, which only made him grin again.

“Ah. Hey.” Dwicky sputtered again as sharp beads of water slapped his face. He gave a grin and returned it with a splash of his own.

Dib sputtered and blew at the water that tried to drown him. “Hey.” Dib growled in mock ferocity. “Not a good idea to do that to a guy with a knife.” He lifted a hand up to wave said weapon a bit.

“Ah. Well.” Dwicky smirked nervously.

“You’re so jumpy…” Dib smirked as well, but it was tinged with slight sadism. Dwicky was just so, amusing. He paused a moment before he threw his body back into the water, kicking a few splashes at the older man. “And you let your guard down easily.”

Dwicky just stood there, defeated. He blew some water off his face, one eye opened and the other closed. “You’re right. I do. But, you know, Dib…”

“Hmmm?” The boy raised a brow.

“There is a reason for it.” Dwicky nodded wisely, smirking as if he had some sort of delicious secret.

“There is a reason why you let your guard down?” Dib wasn’t buying it, but stood with folded arms, tapping the flat of his blade against his slender upper arm.

“Yes. You see, it is because--” The man suddenly barraged the boy with splashes.

“Argh. You dirty--” Dib sputtered before unleashing his own wave.

“Ha ha. Ah!” Dwicky choked a little on the water before he turned his back to the fierce pellets of water. “Ah. I give, I give. You’re too much.”

Dib grinned, his normally bitter mood having melted away. “Of course, amateur.”

“Oh yes, you’re the king of splash wars.” Dwicky gave a mock bow.

“And don’t you forget it…” The boy started to head to shore where he picked up his shirt and pants.

Dwicky nervously turned his head as his vision was once again filled with the body of the naked teenager. But this time, the boy was cleaner. A few scabs still clung to his body, but at least the dirt was gone. Dib waded back into the water, knife held in his teeth as he began to dunk his clothes. Dwicky raised a brow as he watched him from where they had been before. He supposed he should get out, but he was still nervous. It was one thing for an underage boy to prance around naked, but for an older man to be naked with him? Dwicky shuddered as his own thoughts.

Dib was eventually satisfied with his work and laid his clothes out on a dead branch protruding from the log he had placed his jacket on. He also stabbed his knife into the wood. It would be a while before the clothes would dry. That only meant the boy would prance around naked even longer. Great, just great.

“Hey. You coming out?” Dib stretched and popped his back with a loud crack and a contented groan.

Dwicky stared for a moment at the slight ripple of lithe muscles stretching and relaxing. “Huh?” He hadn’t heard a word the boy said.

“Are you going to get the fuck out of the water?” Dib stared at him, unamused at the fact he had to repeat himself.

“Oh yeah…” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and stalked towards shore. He shouldn’t have felt like this. Why was he so nervous? And why the hell did Dib have such a nice… NO! The man shook his head, trying to shake his thoughts out, but disguised it as shaking the water off his head.

“When my clothes dry, I want to go to market. I’m fucking starving.” Dib gripped his belly and stuck out his tongue.

“Market?” Dwicky’s first thought was a lovely grocery store of sorts.

“Well, yeah. Just a bunch of stands, people haggling shit for shit. It is probably the most organized thing around… but fights still erupt. People steal, kill. Ha.” Dib smirked and plunked himself down on the log, resting elbows on his knees and leaning his head in his hands.

“Is there… money?” Dwicky picked up his clothes, immediately holding them over his lower regions. He just didn’t feel comfortable naked in front of a young boy.

“Kinda. Coins and shit, yeah. Paper isn’t really worth much. Mostly people want objects… or… services.” Dib raised a brow, a suggestive smirk painting itself on his lips.

“Services?” Dwicky blinked before he realized what he meant. “Oh. Oh… OH!” He coughed nervously. “Haha… Well. World’s oldest profession, I suppose.”

“Hmm…” Dib stared at the man for a moment, lost in his own thoughts. It was a few moments before he spoke again. Poor Dwicky was left in an awkward silence while he waited for something to happen. “What was it like?”

“Hmm?”

“Out there.” Dib pointed up.

“Oh. It was… neat.” Dwicky looked away. “But it was nothing like home.”

“Home.” The boy mumbled the word to himself before he spoke up. “This isn’t home anymore. No, not really.”

“No… No it’s not.” Dwicky sighed softly.
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