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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez_&_Morty_Smith, Rick_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Angst, Angst, First_Time, Blow_Jobs, True_Love
  Series:
      Part 1 of A_story_of_love_and_submission
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-19 Words: 4114
****** But You’re the Only One That’s Mine ******
by LydiaD1988
Summary
     A sixteen-year-old Morty is wounded during an adventure, nearly
     killing him. Rick breaks down, revealing his feelings for him, which
     sets them both on the path towards love and sexual exploration. First
     person, through Morty's perspective. Rated for underage sex and
     extreme sexual content. More in later installments. Story 1 of __ in
     this series.
Notes
     I realize that R&M are a little out of character in this fic. Take it
     as you will, think of it as AU if it helps you read it. But I think
     it's more natural this way, and more realistic. Hope you enjoy. More
     in the series to come soon.
     *PS - I'd like to thank everyone very deeply for your kudos/comments.
     I am in a dark place currently and it really does brighten my day
     when I get notifications like that. It makes me feel like I'm being
     heard and understood. Thank you so much.
I’m scared to write this down because somebody might find it. But it’s the only
proof I’ll ever have that I didn’t dream the whole thing. And to tell the truth
I am more scared that I'll forget parts of it, even though that seems
impossible right now, because I relive it every minute I’m awake.
Three weeks ago, I almost died.
Rick was drunk in the ship – I left him there because he’d just slow me down
and I needed to get these stupid flowers he wouldn’t shut up about. I knew what
I was looking for because he gave me a picture, but I didn’t know much about
the planet we were on, or the dimension we were in for that matter. Before I
left I guess he said something about being careful and to watch out for
something but I couldn’t really make it out and honestly I was a little pissed
off at him for rambling on and on about getting these things and then he gets
drunk as hell, leaving me to once againdo all the work. I don’t know why I
expect anything different. 
I passed over the top of this hill so I couldn’t see the ship anymore, but the
flowers were right in front of me so I kept going. Just then I saw a girl
crouching in the grass. She couldn’t have been more than five or six – yellow
skin, green hair. Her arm was bloody. I’ve kind of learned the past couple
years to try to mind my own business, but I couldn’t just leave her.
“H-hey little girl, are you okay?” I asked. She hadn’t noticed me until then –
she quickly looked at me and put her finger to her lips. Confused, I let her
pull me down into the grass with her. 
“He’ll find us, we have to be quiet,” she whispered.
“Who’ll find you? Did somebody attack you?” 
Then I heard a really loud voice yelling.
“YOU BETTER RUN GIRL, BECAUSE IF I CATCH YOU I’LL KILL YOU!” 
I peeked over the grass and saw a huge man walking pretty fast towards our
direction. I got angry. I knew I didn’t understand the situation, and I
shouldn’t assume things. It had always gotten me in trouble on our adventures
before. But my gut told me to help this girl. And lately I’ve been trusting my
gut a lot more. 
I grabbed her hand. “Come on, I can take you to safety. I have a ship right
over there –“
“A-HA! GOTCHA!”
I felt the girl’s hand leave mine and I turned around to see another large man
who had snuck up on us somehow. She started screaming. I wished I had a gun
with me but I had left it in the ship. So stupid. Even quick trips like this
were always dangerous.
“Put me down!” she yelled.
“Not on your life, girl! Nobody escapes from the slave market!”
“Let her go, right now!” I said, even though I was really scared. The guy was
like eight feet tall, and his arms were huge. If he punched me he could crush
my skull. But I was just another Morty, one of countless others, and I had seen
so many of myself die before. What did it matter if I joined them? I had to do
what was right. I knew that now.
But he didn’t bother punching me. Instead he laughed, and stabbed me right in
the stomach.
Blood shot out of my mouth. There was so much pain every nerve in my body was
overloaded, and I fell down on the ground. They took the girl, and left me for
dead.
 
Hours went by. I came in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I would try to
call out for Rick but I knew he couldn’t hear me even if I was loud enough. I
even tried to crawl back to the ship but I couldn’t even pull myself an inch.
The moon started to rise and it got dark. I closed my eyes for what I thought
was the last time.
My thoughts were kind of hazy, but I remember how wet my shirt was and how I
felt my blood pooling all around my back. I remembered smiling a little because
there were crickets chirping, just like on Earth, and the moon even looked like
ours. If I had to die, at least it was in a peaceful place. I was ready. I was
ready the second I picked my own dead body up and buried myself in the
backyard.
Then I heard footsteps through the grass. Feet dragging actually.
“Mo-uuugh-ty, where the hell a-arggh-re you? How long does it – does it take to
pick fucking flowers? Come on, you lazy ass fucker, I can’t drive home like…
this…”
I opened my eyes slowly. Rick was standing nearby. He was shaking. All the
color had drained out of his face. Even as I lay there dying, I started to cry
because I had never, ever,seen him look like that. And I realized then that I
didn’t want to leave him.
“Grandpa…”
The word came out with a cough. My voice was so raspy and wet I was surprised I
made any sound at all. But I reached out my arms. I wanted him to hold me so
much. I wanted him to tell me that he loved me. Please, please let him be able
to say it.
He dropped his flask and tears came flowing out of his eyes. In a second he was
on top of me, wrapping his strong arms around me. I was always amazed by how
strong he was.
He was sobbing so loudly. He moaned like he was in the worst pain of his life.
It made me cry even more. But it didn’t take him very long to pull himself
together enough to think of some plan of action. 
“O-okay, Morty. Okay, it’s okay. G-grandpa’s here, it’s going to be okay. I’m
going to get you help, right now. Right now, Morty. We’re going now.”
He took off his coat and pushed it against my stomach, but a spurt of blood
came out. When he saw it he choked back another loud sob – he was so panicked.
All I could do was listen to his voice.
“K-keep… talking…” I asked him.
“No problem, kiddo. I got you, listen, this is nothing. Nothing at all, okay?
God DAMN IT, Jesus Christ, I left the fucking gun in the ship… it’s okay,
everything’s fine. We’re fine.” He took a deep breath. “Okay, listen, I’ve got
to pick you up, and it’s gonna hurt bad, but you gotta hang in there for me.
Promise me.”
“Okay…”
“Okay, count of three. One, two… “
Suddenly I went blind – there were dots of color all in front of my eyes. There
was so much pain that I went numb, and I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs. But
I know he had put my arms around his neck, and he was running back to the ship,
so fast. The breeze was in my hair. It felt nice.
“Morty you gotta stay awake, stay awake for Grandpa, if you don’t you’ll be a
selfish bitch for leaving me alone, you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Morty!
Answer me!”
 
I don’t remember anything after that except noises. Rick was yelling, strangers
were yelling. Beeping monitors.
 
It was dark in the hospital room when I came to, but I knew it was Rick sitting
next to me. I knew his breathing, his smell. I knew everything about him.
He was holding my hand too tight. It hurt. But I didn’t ask him to stop.
“Are we on Earth?” I asked.
His eyes looked totally vacant, like he was a million miles away. But he came
back to his old self a little by scoffing at me. “Are you kidding? You’d be
dead if we were.”
“So this is the… alien hospital?”
“Yeah. Got you here just in time. You’re all good now, they said you’ll just be
tired for a couple days. We can go home whenever you want.”
I felt the spot on my stomach where I expected some sort of scar to be, but
there was nothing. It was like nothing had happened. It made me sad. I tried to
remember and capture Rick’s face in my mind when he had been standing over me.
The tears in his eyes. I wanted the scar so I could remember.
“Can we go home now?” I said.
“Yeah, of course kiddo. Gonna help you stand up and get changed, okay?”
The next few minutes he was so gentle with me. Every time he touched me it was
like he was afraid I would break. He helped me sit up and get my hospital gown
off. I was naked underneath but it didn’t bother me, and he didn’t make any
smart ass comments either. He helped me put a pair of my pajama pants on one
pant leg at a time – I noticed he had brought me clean clothes to wear. I
started to cry really quietly. He’d never done any of this for me before. He’d
never touched me like that before.
He helped me get my sleep t-shirt on and pretended not to notice me crying. He
just let me do it.
Without asking if I could walk, or even if I wanted to be carried, he scooped
me up with one arm and started walking out of the room. He put his free hand on
my back, putting just enough pressure to let me know that he wouldn’t drop me,
and I didn’t have put up a fight. I didn’t have to say I was a teenager and I
was too old for this.
“That’s my good boy… that’s my sweet boy.”
I smiled, put my head down on his shoulder and fell asleep.
 
===============================================================================
 
“Pst, hey, M-Morty. We’re home.”
Rick flipped on the kitchen light switch as we entered. My heart sank as I felt
him sink me down onto a nearby stool. His body heat quickly left me and I was
cold.
“Wouldn’t have woken you up kiddo but you gotta eat something. Gonna make you
some eggs. You gotta eat em’ all. Alright?”
I nodded because I knew he was right, even though I was so tired I just wanted
to crawl under my familiar blankets in my room and sleep for a week. Some part
of me wanted to see Mom and Summer, but they were at a beauty spa for the whole
weekend. Besides, what would I tell them even if they were here or even
interested? They never told me they loved me, they hardly ever hugged me. They
wouldn’t care what happened, because I was fine now. That was all that ever
mattered to them, if I mattered to them at all.
I started to feel dizzy. “Can I have a glass of water please?” I asked, my
voice cracking from dryness. Rick immediately got it for me, putting it in my
hand and making sure that hand was tightly wrapped around it before letting go.
From just that small little gesture I looked up at him like he was a complete
stranger to me. He mistook my confusion for something else.
“They said you might feel kinda up and down. You lost a lot of blood and gained
it all back really quick so… anyway you gotta eat.”
He made scrambled eggs with little burnt edges, just how I liked them. Part of
me thought it was just coincidence – the only way he could’ve known that’s how
I liked them is if he listened to even the smallest conversations between me
and Mom. And that just wasn’t Rick. But none of this was.
“Rick,” I said a little more coldly than I meant to. I moved to get up off the
stool by myself but my wobbly legs caught me off guard – I had to catch myself
on the counter. “You don’t have to baby me, I’m fine. I’m just going to go to
bed, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Shut up.” I heard him snap at me.
“What?” I answered. His tone instantly pissed me off. Was he really going to
get mad at me right now?
Rick stopped stirring the extra eggs he was cooking for himself. He held the
spatula in his hand and was bobbing it up and down, like a teacher trying to
get a point across. His lips were folded inwards while he was deep in thought.
I was about to tell him to fuck off when I saw the redness at the corners of
his eyes, and the tears threatening to spill out.
“You don’t get to do that.” He finally said. “You don’t get to say that to me.
You don’t get to dismissme, and say I don’t… you were, y-you were bleedingto
death when I was two hundred feet away!”
“Rick – “
“No, God damn it, you don’t get to make up some excuse for me. You don’t get to
say ‘I should’ve had the gun with me, I should’ve been more careful.’ You
shouldn’t have even been out there alone in the fucking FIRST PLACE!”
“Why are you YELLING at ME then?”
“Because don’t you understand what would’ve happened if YOU HAD DIED OUT
THERE?”
 
Rick was crying now. Sobbing just as loud as he had been when we had been in
the field. He crumpled down on the floor in front of the stove, with his head
in his hands. The sounds were bringing back all the sights and smells of that
moment, when I thought… when I knewI was doing to die.
The bitterness that I had learned over the last few years was telling me that
he was still drunk, and he always got overly emotional when he was drunk, which
meant he didn’t really mean anyof this. But that look on his face when he had
been standing over me, with his hands shaking... 
No. I had been burned too many times. This was Rick. I wasn’t about to forget
that.
I sighed out loud. “Rick, I’m really tired, and I don’t think I can get up the
stairs by myself right now. Can you help me?”
It took a few seconds for Rick to answer. He was sniffling and trying to clean
his face on his sleeve. Finally he stood up. “Yeah, sure, kiddo,” he said. 
He wouldn’t look at me but he put my arm around his shoulder and helped me walk
up the stairs, which I liked in that moment more than the idea of him carrying
me. It was a little hard since he was still a lot taller than me, but we made
it to my room okay, even though I was getting more and more dizzy each second. 
“I’m feeling, really uh…”
“Yeah, I hear ya. Hang in there kiddo, I’ll get you set up.”
Without turning on any lights, Rick sat me down on the bed and pulled back the
covers. Just as he had done in the hospital he began gently helping me lie
back. I felt his fingers slide around the back of my neck so he could lower my
head down. His nails brushing the little hairs gave me a sensation that really
confused me – definitely a sensation I only really felt around girls. Still I
enjoyed the shiver I felt up and down my spine, and it snapped me back into the
reality of what was happening. I saw how close Rick’s face was to mine. I saw
how pale he still was. His eyes looked like he was roadkill, frozen in it’s
last painful moment of life. In a way, I thought, my willingness to die on that
field made me kind of already dead. I was done fighting for my own life. Was it
possible that Rick had died too? Did I mean that much to him?
“Is the pillow okay? Do you need another one?” He said, tucking me in. The
whole thing felt surreal.
“No, Rick, it’s okay. I’m okay, really.”
We sat there in the dark. He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair.
For a moment he was trying to say something, then he looked like he was going
to give up. But then out of the blue he said:
“Morty, if you had died today, a thousand years in prison wouldn’t even… begin
to punish me enough.”
I didn’t want to, but I started to cry again. “It would be fine. You don’t need
me. You could j-just get another Morty.”
Rick put his hand on my face. “But you’re the only one that’s mine.”
 
It’s the details from this point on I want to remember the most. They are so
precious to me, and I’ll never have them again. So I’ll try to be as
descriptive as I can.
            I felt Rick’s lips on my lips. His were chapped and kind of gross
tasting, not like Jessica’s or any of the other girls I’d kissed before. He
hadn’t even brushed his teeth since the morning before, but it was… the way he
kissed me that was important. I had never been kissed like that. I don’t know
if I ever will be again.
            It was like… electricity, sparking at first and then a really
strong current running all through me, making my stomach warm and making me
feel like I was in some kind of trance. I didn’t think he felt that way about
me. And I had never expected anything… I hadn’t even really thought of that
before this moment, if I’m being honest. I was too focused on getting some
elsewhere. But I should’ve guessed that my…. I guess need for Rick’s approval
would eventually get fucked up enough that I’d start wanting it from him at
some point. I just thought… I didn’t know what I thought.
            The kiss instantly made me addicted to his mouth, no matter how
bitter or gross. He was pouring all his longing and love for me in that kiss,
or at least that’s what I wanted to believe. Maybe he was just a twisted fuck
who wanted to mess with my head, maybe he was still drunk. I never really
assumed anything that came from Rick’s mouth was heartfelt. But that kiss made
me want to believe.
            The way he touched me, so lovingly and so carefully – it was almost
like I could feel the passion passing through his fingertips into my skin.
Without asking for my permission he reached under my shirt to put his hand over
my heart, while his other hand went up my loose pant legs to stroke my thighs.
All of that just reinforced my crazy idea that he really did love me,and he
wasn’t just a horny old man. His hands were all over me, and it hadn’t ever
really crossed my mind that even if he was an old man, he was a very
experiencedold man. He dusted his nails against my ribs, he clawed at my lower
back. Like he knew every spot on me already that would drive me absolutely
fucking insane, and just how much pressure to apply to each one.
            We were a mess of limbs, practically melting into each other. It
wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced. It was always forced and awkward
with the chicks I’d been with. I was always nervous about where I was allowed
to touch and for how long I could linger there. When my hands started to roam,
he grabbed my wrists and encouraged me, pushing and pulling my fingers up and
down the length of his torso. We belonged to each other and could do anything
we wanted. There were no limits.
            The whole timehe was kissing me. I didn’t know a kiss could turn me
on so much. I always thought it was a means to an end. He wasn’t violent –
every movement he did with his mouth was gentle and caressing and everything I
ever wanted from him. I felt like he was giving in, being selfless, giving
meeverything he knew I needed from him and he was always too emotionally
fucking stunted to do. But way in the back of my head I was so scared that it
was all a mind game. That my brain was making me think it was whatever I wanted
it to be. But in the meantime, at least it felt incredibly good.
            With a gentle, slick move he pushed my shirt up to my chin and only
broke our kiss so he could kiss my nipples. I saw spots in front of my eyes for
a different reason this time. My cock was instantly hard. I let a little moan
escape out of me and he rewarded me with his hand not teasing me but going
right for the kill, wrapping around the entire length of me first through my
clothes and then underneath them.
            He licked my stomach all the way down – a totally new thing for me
– I remember his tongue being very thin and pointed as it went. He got down on
his knees on the side of the bed and started… the only word I can think to use
is worshipping my cock. He sucked on it like it was the most delicious thing in
the world. It was only the second blow job I’d ever gotten but there was no
contest. I thought the way his brow was wrinkled while he was doing it, even
though I could barely put two thoughts together with him sucking so hard like
that, and the way he was sitting on his knees it’s like his whole body language
said he was so comfortable there, pleasing someone else. I wouldn’t have
guessed that. Ever. But maybe it was just because he was happy to be pleasing
me? Yeah, sure.
            He opened his mouth wide and put my whole length and one of my
balls into his mouth, drooling all over my crotch like his only thought was sex
and he was incapable of any other. By this time I was so close to blowing. The
heat was building up, and all I wanted to do was to give into the only relief I
ever had from my stupid teenage angst – the twenty to thirty seconds of orgasm
– God’s only stress reliever. Not that I really believed in God anymore at this
point. I only believed in Rick.
            He looked up at me and our eyes locked.
 
            …I don’t even know why I’m writing this. It’s a waste of time.
Picturing it now, words seem so stupid and pointless. I can’t even hope to
describe it. His eyes were still glassy from crying, but the rest of it… it was
like I could see space, and time, and nebulas and planets all inside his eyes.
The whole meaning of life was in them. God, that doesn’t make any sense… I
don’t know what I’m saying. I guess I was just… really messed up that night.
And he got to me. I let him get to me. And maybe writing all this down is
stupid because how could I ever forget that moment? I'll never forget it the
rest of my life. 
 
            He felt my body tensing and he wrapped his arms around my thighs to
keep them out of his way. I wanted to hold his hand – I reached out for him and
he laced his fingers in between mine, squeezing just as hard as he had at the
hospital. And I started to say his name as I spurted my cum into his mouth.
            “Rick, oh my God, Rick… Rick, it… oh God!”
            I put my hands over my eyes and arched my back, fucking past his
open, warm, chapped lips. He let me convulse for a little until I’d completely
settled, then he dropped his head against my stomach and hugged me around the
middle. I hugged him back, as tightly as I could. But he still wouldn’t look at
me.
            “I’m so sorry, Morty.” He said after a minute of us sitting there
in the dark. Then he left my room.
 
            Things have gone back to normal since then. Same old same old. And
we don’t talk about it, and it’s not awkward really. But at night I walk past
his room, to see if he’s awake. The door is always locked now. It never used to
be before.
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