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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Beth_Smith_(Rick_and_Morty),
      Summer_Smith, Unity_(Rick_and_Morty)
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      TAGS_ARE_SPOILERS, Rick_and_Morty_-_Freeform, C137cest, evil_morty_-
      Freeform, Slow_Burn, ratings_and_tags_to_change, Jealous!Rick, The
      Citadel, citadel_ricks, fluffy_Rick_and_morty, summer_knows, they_play
      mind_games, Drug_Use, Alcoholism, One_True_Morty_-_Freeform, On_Hiatus
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      Published: 2017-09-25 Updated: 2017-10-23 Chapters: 29/? Words: 38447
****** Practically A God ******
by Crowley_KingOfHell
Summary
     I'm an awful piece of trash who relishes sinful smut and since I'm
     already going to hell, I wrote a Rick/Morty fic because I couldn't
     find one that satisfied me. Please leave comments or kudos if you
     enjoy the work!
     In which Rick tries to not be an asshole and fails. Morty doesn't
     know what he wants, neither does Rick. What have I done
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     First ever R&M fic so please excuse continuity errors. I don't have a
     specific timeline as to when this happens yet, but it's after the
     events of the mishap with King Jellybean and the run in with "Evil
     Rick and Morty"
     Please let me know if you have any suggestions or thoughts (:
Rick Sanchez remembered emptying his flask while sitting at his desk and
reviewing blueprints for an updated spaceship, and he remembered going to the
kitchen to refill his flask with the remnants of a bottle of vodka. What he
doesn't remember is getting back to the garage, knocking over his shelf of time
traveling stuff, throwing up on his desk and passing out. He simply wakes to
find himself in his wife beater and briefs in his own bed and a pounding in his
head. Sitting up slowly and massaging his temples, Rick glanced around his room
for his labcoat. Seeing only his pants and shoes he sighed and wondered where
he had left it, hoping he had something for his hangover in one of its pockets.
Swinging his legs off his narrow bed Rick caught sight of a tall glass of water
and a bottle of prescription strength pain medicine. He frowned as he popped a
fist full of the oversized tablets in his mouth and downed the water, realizing
someone must have helped him to bed.
Stretching as he stood, Rick heard several muscles pop, groaning tiredly and
slipping on his slacks. He pulled a fresh blue sweater on and grabbed his back
up labcoat, noticing how much lighter it is with empty pockets. Rick shuddered
and shook off the heavy feeling of sleep as he made his way to the garage to
assess the previous night's damage. He opened the door and heard metal scrape
as it was pushed aside, Rick rolled his eyes. "Smartest man in the universe."
He grunted irritably at himself and grabbed the nearest upturned box. Rick
kicked his stool to the middle of the room and sat down to start sorting
through all his junk, refusing to acknowledge the rancid smelling puddle on his
desk at the moment.
Morty heard Rick's heavy footsteps over the sound of his video game and hoped
his grandfather wasn't too hungover. Rick could be a real pain in the ass when
he was sobering up after a heavy bender. Breezing through a familiar level,
Morty reached a save point and shut off his console. He traded his pajamas for
his favorite yellow shirt and a mostly clean smelling pair of jeans before
making his way to the garage to check on his grandfather, deciding to warn
Summer if Rick was in a mood. She was stressed enough with her new job as a
coffee barista, Morty didn't want her to have a breakdown because Rick was
irritable with her after a bad day or something.
Morty listened at the door to see if Rick was slamming things or ranting to
himself, but only heard the rhythmic sounds of a broom being brushed against
cement. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, "Hey Rick, ho-how're
you feeling?" Rick glanced over his shoulder at Morty and propped the broom
against a wall. "I'm fine Morty, buUGHt it looks like I trashed m-my plumbus
last night. Gonna have to make a trip- UHRP, a quick trip to the citadel for a
replacement. How 'bout a Saturday morning adventure Morty?" He raised half of
his brow with a half smile. Rick knew Morty had probably been the one to clean
him up and put him to bed, the least he could do for Morty sparing Beth that
burden was surprise him with Blips and Chitz. Morty smiled timidly, "Sounds
like a pretty tame adventure, heh. But ye-yeah R-Rick, sure." Rick pulled out
his portal gun and motioned for Morty to go first. The young teen hopped
through, Rick checked for his flask and his wallet and then followed.
*
Rick did actually need a new plumbus, and every Rick knew the most durable
brand was exclusive to the citadel, but afterword Rick would surprise Morty
with a portal to Blips and Chitz instead of home. His grandson did a better job
of looking after Rick than he could himself, Morty had earned a little fun.
When the two arrived at the citadel's hardware store Morty got distracted by
another Morty's Snowball and opted to stay outside and pet it. Rick had just
rolled his eyes and took a swig of his flask as he entered, more time for him
to browse. The Rick at the counter greeted him without looking up from a
clipboard, "Let me know if you need help." he said absentmindedly. C-137
snorted and began pacing the isles, picking up a few different models in
various colors before settling on a specially coated, black plumbus. He looked
around at the plumbus care tools briefly before paying for his replacement and
exiting. Rick took a minute to reiterate to himself how much he hated normal
errands, but was pulled out of that thought immediately when he realized both
the Snowball owning Morty and his own had disappeared.
Panic ebbed at his nerves as he pulled out his wrist watch and flipped through
a few screens before finding his radar. A singular dot was pulsing about two
blocks away. Rick furrowed his brow, had another Rick taken him? Or did he
leave voluntarily? But why would his Morty just walk off, he was usually so
enamored with their adventures he usually stayed at Rick's side. Deciding to be
optimistic Rick assumed Morty had got caught up with the dog and went somewhere
to play with it. He followed the radar a street over and a few blocks down to
find himself standing outside a burger joint. "Oh what the hell, kid." Rick
shook his head, he'd been abandoned for French fries, of course. Striding
inside, hands in his pockets, Rick scanned the dining room from left to right
and found his Morty sitting at the bar on a stool facing another Rick. C-137
curled his lip, the stranger Rick had his hand on Morty's shoulder. C-137 had
an uncanny ability to recognize his Morty and hadn't been okay with strangers
touching his grandson since the Jellybean incident. He forced his face to relax
into an expression of indifference and approached the two. "Hey you little
shit, n-next time y-you want to di-diURHtch an adventure have some manners and
tell me." Rick glared down at Morty who shrank under the reprimand, "Ohh, uh-
h I'm-I'm sorry Rick, I just wanted some fries and this Rick offered me his.
He's Rick M-43." He stammered.
The other Rick offered the hand that had been on C-137's Morty's shoulder. C-
137 stared at his hand before addressing Morty while staring at M-43, "We're
leaving." He shot a portal behind them and pointed Morty through. Morty hung
his head and offered a goodbye wave to M-43 before jumping through. M-43 waved
back and smirked up at C-137, "Seems like your Morty deserts you a lot. Wo-
ughnder if he's unhappy." C-137 snarled again, balling his fists at his sides.
"All Ricks know they can get new Mortys. But none of them seem to realize that
Mortys can just as easily get new Ricks." C-137 narrowed his eyes, "Why the
hell would you want another Rick's Morty?" M-43 had an odd smile on his face,
"I go through them fast." C-137 raised his brow and stepped back in disgust,
"If you're smart, and we both know you're at least as smart as me, you'll stay
the fuck away from my Morty." He had one leg through the portal when M-43
laughed, "We also both know Ricks don't give a shit about their Mortys. You let
yours wander off. If he wanders back to me who am I to stop him?". C-137
flipped him the bird and stepped through, "What fucking creep."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Morty lay in his room staring at his ceiling boredly. It was a hot Sunday
afternoon and Rick hadn't spoken to Morty in over a week. He had thought Rick
was just mad because he'd wandered off but Rick had stayed mad a lot longer
than usual. Morty couldn't pin down why, and Rick wouldn't stay in his presence
long enough for Morty to ask. So here Morty was, sprawled out in his bed,
sighing at the thought of spending his day doing absolutely nothing. Well if
his Rick was ignoring him then he wouldn't notice if Morty found something else
to do. Morty sprung off his bed and pulled open his top dresser drawer. Beneath
a layer of his underwear he found a napkin with a strange assortment of
symbols, letters and numbers. It was the contact number for M-43's
interdimensional cellphone. Morty found his own, an odd looking device his own
Rick had put together to get in contact with him in the event of the two
getting separated. He punched in the ludicrously long contact information and
opened a conversation.
"Hey Rick, this is C-137 Morty. Can I still take you up on your offer for an
adventure?"
Morty sent the message and plopped back onto his bed with a huff, why did his
own Rick have to be so grumpy? The phone chirped at him.
"You know it, kid! I'll portal over and pick you up. Grab swim trunks."
Morty jumped up and threw his hands up, shouting "Hell yeah!" before grabbing
his backpack and stuffing his swim trunks in it. He ran to the bathroom and
snagged a towel just in case and returned to his room just as M-43 stepped out
of a hole of glowing green light. "Heyy, kiddo!" M-43 offered a fist bump which
Morty returned. "Y-yo-youUGHH ready to see the coolest fucking dimension
ever?!" M-43 asked excitedly. Morty laughed, "You know it R-Rick! Where are we
going?" M-43 handed Morty a pamphlet for what looked like a water park, "A
dimension where every form of transportation is a water slide. Th-th-they even
have drive thru restaurants for the slides." Morty gaped as M-43 opened a
portal and stepped in halfway, offering a hand to Morty, who grabbed his
backpack and took it.
*
Rick sat on the couch, flipping through thousands of interdimensional channels
and grunting in disdain that there was still nothing on. Sighing, he decided it
was time to make good with Morty and try to find something fun and dangerous to
get into. He stalked up the stairs and to Morty's bedroom, knocking loudly and
pausing before opening the door, hoping Morty wasn't masturbating. Rick frowned
when he found the room unoccupied, where the hell was the kid? He'd been moping
in here all weekend. Shrugging he stalked back to his garage to get his portal
gun, he'd check the arcade. It's the only other place he knew Morty voluntarily
spent his free time.
*
Morty and M-43 Rick spent hours in the "Water Slide" dimension, sliding by an
alien taco hut and enjoying their food in the slower waters of the lazy river
ride. The duo only stopped to towel off after they were good and pruney, Morty
sadly realizing it was time for him to head back. "We sh-should go o-on more
adventures together, Rick, thi-this was a lot of fun, but I like the crazy
missions too." M-43 smiled down at Morty as the boy twirled off and pulled his
clothes out of his backpack, "Oh so you like danger? W-well I'll have to u-UGHp
my game, then." He grinned down at the boy. Morty smiled back and pulled his
shirt on. He turned away to peel his swim trunks off and pull on his jeans, "I
uh, I do have a question though, i-if you don't mind." Rick crossed his arms
but smiled still, "Shoot." Morty buttoned his pants and faced M-43 again, "Wha-
what uh, what happened? To-to your Morty?" M-43's smile dropped instantly, "Oh.
Yeah uh, I guess that's a fair question. He uh, he had an accident. Goofing off
in the garage... One of my inventions fell and-" he trailed off, eyes downcast.
"I'm sorry." Morty patted his arm. M-43 smiled sadly, "You're a lot like him.
Tha-that's why I was hoping you'd want to hang out. Most Ricks think all Mortys
are thUGH same but I know the difference between my Morty and others." He
continued, "I never joined the Morty ReUGHssignment Program. I didn't want a
Morty to get for-forced to be mine, I-I-I just wanted to find one that needed
me." M-43 laughed, "Sorry to get all heavy." Morty shook his head, "No apology
necessary. I'd love to go on more adventures with you! I don't think my Rick
would even notice I was gone."
*
Rick watched as a flash of green light opened up a portal in front of him and
Morty stepped through smiling, dropping a backpack at his closet. He hadn't
noticed Rick sitting on his matress, flask in hand. Morty opened his dresser
drawer and stowed his interdimensional cell in its usual spot and kicked off
his shoes before he turned to collapse on his bed and saw his grandfather. Rick
wore a nasty scowl on his face as he tipped his flask up, "Have fun?" His low
tone was threatening. Morty hesitated before straightening his back, "Yea-yeah
actually." He said indignantly. Rick stood and strode purposefully to Morty, "I
certainly hope so, because you're never..." He stepped closer, "doing it..." He
backed Morty against his bedroom door, "again." To punctuate his message he
snatched up Morty's left wrist and slapped a metal cuff around it. Morty
wrenched himself from his grandfather's grip and slipped under him to escape,
"Wh-wh-what the hell, R-Rick! Wha-what is this thing!" "It blocks the creation
of portals within a 50 mile radius of you. It also alerts me when one is made,
and has a tracking device. Have fun with that." His tone had darkened further
and his unwavering voice made Morty's blood turn to ice. Rick gave Morty a
deeply satisfied look before slipping out of his room and slamming the door. A
few loud bangs came from the wall, "STOP SLAMMING SHIT YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE!"
Summer yelled from her room.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Morty was only a few days away from fall break, and though the heat wave hadn't
broken, Morty was excited to be out of school for a few weeks. Only a few hours
left for today and then he'd be that much closer to his vacation. He had gotten
a message from M-43 Rick last night and Morty explained what had happened, and
M-43 figured out a way to get the cuff off after asking a few questions of
Morty. When the final bell rang Morty got on his bus, quickly pulled out a
handful of small tools he'd stolen from shop class from his backpack. Carefully
following every step-43 had given him, Morty heard a pleasant "click" and the
cuff opened, still blinking it's lights green. He'd been successful! Morty then
kicked the cuff under his seat and exited the bus, feeding the driver some
excuse along the lines of being sick.
Morty bolted the opposite direction and took a few turns, sending a message to
M-43 that he was ready. A portal opened up next to a stop sign in front of him.
He jumped through full speed, without a second thought.
*
Rick was soldering at his desk when his own watch beeped at him. "I fucking
knew it." He said aloud without looking at the alert. When he made Morty's
tracking device he just knew Morty would contact that other piece of shit other
Rick and get help taking it off. Which was why he'd set an alarm for if it was
opened, properly or not. And, seeing as how it wasn't Rick that had opened it,
he knew it was Morty. Rick looked at his watch after carefully setting down his
soldering iron and waited. The radius for the portal blocking was 50 miles, but
it could detect the creation of a portal up to 150 miles. The watch beeped
again. "Mother fucker!" Morty was gone.
*
M-43 Rick was crouched around a corner when he motioned silently for Morty to
join him. Peaking around the corner and down the hall that separates the two,
Morty took a breath and dove across the gap, tumbling into M-43. "Nice, 007,"
M-43 chuckled quietly. Morty grinned nervously. The two had broken into an
alien federal reserve of special elements used for experiments with time
travel. M-43 had explained to Morty that he hoped to find a way to change his
own timeline and save his original grandson. Though Morty had been told by his
own Rick that timelines would split if changed, not continue with the new
changes the way it has been, he wanted to believe M-43 could indeed save his
old Morty. Their plan had so far gone off without a hitch and only one more set
of locked doors were between them and their prize.
M-43 pried a metal plate off the wall next to them and pulled out a fist of
wires, carefully selecting a single white one and rerouting it. The doors at
the end of the hall slid open quietly. Simultaneously the oddly shaped camera
above the door powered down with an audible whine. "Hells yeah, baby!" M-43
said, highfiving his counterpart. They dashed into the now open room and found
themselves surrounded by shelves holding various crystals and chemicals in
strange colors. "W-wow." Morty looked around them, "How do you know what to
take?" He asked as M-43 plucked a single vial of liquid off the farthest shelf.
"Been planning this for months. Had to knoUHw exactly what I was looking for in
case I had to m-make a quick escape. Let's get this back to my lab." Morty
smiled and nodded.
M-43's lab looked like C-137's subterrainian garage add on, Morty thought as he
looked around. There were no windows and only one door, a blue glow to the
light in the room. But instead of work benches and whacky inventions, Morty
sees chains and large, under lit tanks of liquid that resembled C-137's chamber
for his "Phoenix" experiment. There was a table with handcuffs attached to it,
as well as a small cage in a far corner. This wasn't a lab, it was a dungeon.
Morty suddenly felt very homesick. "W-w-well, ugh, good- good luck with your
time travel stuff. I-I guess it's time for me to he-head home." He tried
desperately not to sound scared but a sinking sensation in his stomach told him
he wasn't going anywhere. M-43 put the vial in a cabinet and approached Morty,
"There's no hurry, Morty! We sh-should celebrate!" He smiled but it didn't
reach his eyes. Morty tried to speak but his throat constricted. M-43 reached
out for him, he stepped back and found himself against a wall. Cornered again,
Morty used his tried and trusted escape route. As M-43 raised his hand to
Morty's throat he drove between M-43's legs and snatched the Rick's portal gun
out of his pocket.
*
Rick was hunched over his work desk angrily programming new coordinates into
his portal gun and throwing back shots of a foreign black substance when a
portal appeared at his back. He snorted and waited for Morty to come out,
surely gloating about his escape of Rick's device. Minutes of silence passed
and Rick glanced at the portal, it was completely undisturbed. Unsettled by its
appearance and lack of appearance from his grandson Rick frowned and stood,
scanning it with his own portal gun. It was exactly where he'd tracked M-43 to.
Without a second thought, Rick leapt through it, heart thundering in his chest.
*
Morty kicked and clawed at M-43's hand as his face reddened and his lungs
burned for air. "You pathetic little piece of shit. All you Mortys are so
gullible. I have no idea why you are worth so much, buUGHt who am I to question
a generously paying buyer?" M-43 chuckled sinisterly. "P-please," Morty rasped.
M-43 raised half of his eyebrow, "Hm, I like when you ask nicely." Morty felt
his feet touch the floor, the grip on his throat finally loosened. "Since I
have you here I might as well make use of you. What'd'ya say? Wanna h-haAHve a
little fun before your short life ends?" Morty was gasping for air, head light
and knees weak. The portal to his home world was still open, maybe he could
make a run for it? He'd need to distract M-43 first... "O-okay...I... I'll
cooperate..." Morty said quietly, not certain what he was agreeing to, but
praying his plan would come together before the portal expired. M-43 shoved
Morty against the glass of one of the preservation tanks and held him there
with the full weight of his body. Morty froze as he felt M-43 press his hips
against his own, and the horrible realization as to what M-43 wanted became
clear. Morty was so panicked he didn't fight as M-43 pressed a sloppy kiss to
his mouth.
*
Rick landed in the dungeon and found Morty pinned to a tank by M-43 on the far
end of the dimly lit room. The portal quietly collapsed behind him. As he
approached noiselessly the view became clearer, and his blood caught fire. M-43
had his mouth working against Morty's, whose eyes were tightly shut against the
scene. Rick silently powered up his 9mm plasma pistol and aimed for the back M-
43's head. He took one step to the other Rick's side so the exit shot wouldn't
hurt Morty, and said, "I want you to die knowing I'm going to shit on your
grave." M-43 turned to face him and Rick fired, blowing the back half of his
alternate self's brains onto the floor. Morty collapsed, shivering and crying
quietly. Rick knelt next to him, "Are you hurt?" He asked simply. Morty had his
face hidden under his arms and behind his knees, he shook his head. "Alright.
C'mon, buddy. L-le-lets go home." Rick didn't need a response and with
unexpected ease he scooped up his grandson and opened a new portal home.
Rick gently set Morty down on his bed and started unlacing his shoes. Morty was
silent as his grandfather pulled his sneakers off and sat down next to him.
"Please don't say it." Morty whispered. "You know how much I love telling
everyoUHN how smart and right I always am," Rick started, putting a hand on
Morty's back, "but I don't want to right now." He sighed. This only made Morty
feel worse. Tears streaked his face and he tried to wipe them away
inconspicuously. Rick squeezed him in a small hug, "Do you want to watch some
interdimensional cable?" Rick offered. Morty nodded and sniffed.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Rick stayed with Morty until he was fast asleep, and waited even longer to make
sure he didn't have nightmares. The bruise around his throat was blossoming and
it made Rick's skin prickle angrily. He carefully removed himself from Morty's
bed and shut himself in his garage. He wished he'd just kidnapped that other
Rick so he could have tortured him some. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, trying
to clear his mind of the image of the alternate Rick harshly kissing his
grandson. The pair of balls on that piece of shit! His fists balled and he
tried to redirect his thoughts to his work. It took several hours of mindless
tinkering to calm his nerves. The next time Morty was ready for an adventure he
would take him somewhere safe and fun. Like a Morty daycare or something....
Morty slept restlessly, though he didn't have nightmares. Instead he was
punished with confusing dreams that pooled a sickening heat in his groin. His
subconscious kept revisiting M-43's kiss. Though it was rough and loveless, and
despite Morty being afraid for his life, he'd felt himself get hard against the
alternate Rick. His dreams would last longer than the event, supplementing what
may have happened, where M-43's hands may have wandered. Morty would wake up in
the early hours of the next morning sweaty, confused, and shamefully aroused.
He skipped breakfast that day.
Rick was worried the experience with M-43 would scare Morty away from him for a
while, but thankfully that was not the case. Morty had actually doubled the
amount of time he spent with Rick. If he'd learned anything this last week, it
was that Rick was indeed always right, especially about his selves, and that
the safest place in the multiverse for Morty was with his Rick. They'd not yet
gone on a new adventure but Rick was happy just to have his science buddy
again. Morty would spend hours in the garage with him, handing him tools and
holding flashlights for his grandfather. The rest of the time they would sit on
the couch, usually just the two of them but occasionally with Summer, watching
tv and marveling at how they could get bored with infinite channels.
It was the second week of fall break when Rick offered to take Morty to Blips
and Chitz, with some trepidation. "I-I think w-we could both use a day out."
Rick shrugged. Morty seemed anxious but determined, "Y-yeah, no joke. I'm-I'm
in, dawg." He put on a brave face but Rick could see his fear. Rick pulled a
watch out of his pocket, "I, uh, I made this fUgh-for you. Not a cuff, just a
watch. E-Easy way to keep uughp with me, or get my attention,if- if you need
it." Morty took the offered device and looked it over in fascination, "It l-
looks just like yours, R-Rick! Thank you." He smiled up at his grandfather, who
in turn ruffled his hair, "Wha-whUght can I say, Morty? Grandpa got style." He
shot a portal in front of them and jumped through, Morty followed with a laugh.
This time around the trip went wonderfully. Morty let Rick show him how to hack
Roy 2, and they were able to win hundreds of tickets between the two of them.
They managed to play every single game at least once, and downed dozens of
chicken wings. Rick even let Morty have some of his beer. It only took a sip
for Morty to get a good buzz, which provided plenty of entertainment for Rick.
After the day burned out they finally portaled home back to the garage. Rick
emptied his flask and sighed contentedly as he collapsed into his work chair,
"W-well, M-Mor-Morty? Am I awe-ugh-some or what?" Rick raised his brow. Morty
rolled his eyes, "The most awesome." He laughed. He hugged Rick, "Thanks. For
helping me feel better." Morty said quietly. He knew Rick would give him a hard
time for being all sappy, but he really wanted to be appreciative of what Rick
had done for him. To Morty's surprise, Rick hugged him back, "You're welcome.
Y-yo-you little dweeb. You know I'll take care of you. As long as I'm still
kicking." Rick chuckled. Morty relaxed into Rick's lap tiredly. Rick was
slightly shocked with Morty showing this much affection, he thought for certain
he'd embarrassed Morty past the point of being able to do so.
Rick stroked Morty's curls distractedly as he fell asleep in Rick's lap. Rick
sighed and carefully adjusted Morty's arms around his neck and slipped his own
under Morty's lap to properly support his weight. Standing very carefully, Rick
made his way out of the garage and up the stairs into Morty's room. As he
carried the small frame of his grandson he felt Morty shift his weight against
him and make a small breathy sound in his sleep. Rick felt his shins hit the
side of Morty's bed at the same time he felt Morty roll his hips. Rick nearly
dropped the boy. What the fuck, kid? So sexually starved you hump anything with
a heartbeat in your sleep? Rick thought irritably. As he gingerly leaned over
to put Morty on his bed another quiet sound came from Morty's slightly open
mouth. This time it was Rick's name.
Rick took a step back as his mind processed what he just heard. Morty was
pitching a hell of a tent in his pants and he'd said Rick. This was beyond
Rick's comprehension. Was Morty attracted to him? Or was it M-43? The idea that
Morty enjoyed being violated by that bastard other Rick made his blood boil. He
decided it was a coincedence. Morty was probably dreaming about Jessica, or
some other redhead - knowing their shared taste in women - and his conscious
brain knew Rick was holding him, and the words got crossed. That's what it was.
Morty was not dreaming of fucking around with his own grandfather. Rick just
had a sick mind. Yeah. That's it.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Tension building is so delicious
As much as Rick wanted to forget about that night he couldn't, and to his
dismay Morty seemed to be more comfortable around him than ever. Probably
because I didn't laugh off his show of emotions, this is exactly why don't let
yourself feel things, Sanchez! Rick cursed himself. He was a very strong willed
man, willful enough to accomplish anything he wanted on a whim, but he had no
self control either. And if there was one thing he could now be certain of,
it's that he needed to pray Morty does. "So, Rick, wha-whats on the agenda for-
for today?" His grandson's voice reeled him back into reality. "Oh uh, well I
have aUuhp, an appointment with a... Client... in Citadel territory. I'm
spending a lot more time there lately than I want to but it's a safe place to
do the dirty work of some inside trading when it comes to unstable substances."
Rick shrugged. "Is this another Krombopulus Michael situation?" Morty gave him
a sideways look. Rick didn't look at him, "Do you want the truth or do you want
me to lie so you don't have another existential crisis on me?" He sighed. Morty
glared, "Never mind Rick, you go. I'll stay here and hang out with Summer or
something."
Rick waited for Morty and Summer to be laughing together as they left the house
for ice-cream before he let his guard down. He may have exaggerated the
circumstances, but he really needed space from Morty. He was petrified of doing
something to accidently arouse Morty, or worse arouse himself. The thought of
having any kind of relationship beyond that of an alcoholic grandfather and an
anxious needy teen with Morty had never crossed Rick's mind before. Not that he
was naive, he knew about the Creepy Morty in the Citadel, and who their real
customer base was. He knew other Ricks abused their Mortys and took advantage
of them. But Rick had never felt that way, he'd never wanted to do anything to
hurt his grandson. Yeah he's been an enormous asshole to him on several
occasions, but it was in Morty's best interest to believe he didn't mean much
to his grandfather. If Morty believed it so would other Ricks and Mortys, and
that protected him.
Opening a portal to a bar in the citadel, Rick stepped through, head still
swimming with sinful thoughts. He dropped into a booth and waved a waiter over.
"Scotch on the rocks." Rick said, "and keep 'em coming." The waiter nodded and
disappeared. After his first few glasses another Rick came to his booth, "C-
137?" he asked. Rick sipped his drink, "Who wants to know?" The other Rick
offered a hand, "A-087, the pleasure is yours I'm sure." C-137 cackled, shaking
the offered hand. "Oh no, buddy. It's yours. You're in the presence of a
genius." The two laughed and A-087 sat across from him, "So, how's your
dimensions family?" C-137 shrugged, "Morty got kidnapped by some shit eating
moron who didn't know better than to fuck with the rogue. I repainted his lab
with his brains. You?" A-087 gave him a meaningful look, "A stranger Rick tried
the same bit with my Morty, but got cold feet when I unloaded a few plasma
rounds into his ass. Portaled out before I could grab him. Has your Morty said
anything about it?" C-137 didn't answer right away, he hadn't really asked, but
Morty usually came to him with these things on his own. "Not yet." There was a
strained silence.
A-087 broke it at last, "Well you know how to find me if you need me. Do you
have the money?" He pulled out a plastic bag covered in tape. C-137 nodded,
revealing an envelope stuffed with some sort of currency. The two trade at the
table, "There's just something about the weed in your dimension." C-137 smelled
the bag before stuffing it in his inside labcoat pocket. A-087 laughed, "Ain't
the fucking truth." The two spent several hours talking and drinking, letting
the day slip away. When last call came the two stood and said goodbyes before
portaling to their home worlds.
Rick hadn't realized how drunk he'd gotten. Citadel alcohol was much more
potent, as it was made by Ricks, for Ricks. He accidently portaled into the
hallway outside his room instead of actually in it. Inwardly grateful the rest
of the house was asleep, Rick shuffled past Summer's room, and then Morty's,
towards his bed which he was praying he'd make it to. It was the most
unfortunate of luck that he'd been outside when a gasping plea came from
Morty's room. Rick froze, his initial reaction to check on his grandson, hand
flying toward the bedroom door handle. But he stopped short of grabbing it when
a whimpering moan followed. Rick pressed his ear to the door and could make out
the wet sounds of Morty masturbating. To Rick's dismay he felt the heat in his
gut sink below his belt and settle between his legs. No, we're not doing this,
Rick! Get a fucking hold of your sick as fuck self! He mentally shook himself
and started to back away. On the other side of the door, Morty had reached
climax and cried out, "O-oh fuck, Rick!"
Morty was panting loudly after his orgasm, terrified he'd woken up Summer with
his last little outcry. His ears were on high alert as he listened for any
sounds of being overheard. After straining for a solid minute he decided he was
safe. He shifted on his bed, now desperately thirsty. Only two steps from his
bedroom door he heard the floorboards creek suddenly and a shadow moved outside
of his door. Someone had been listening. Morty's heart sank and he wrenched his
door open to see who it was, and hopefully lie his way out of whatever grave he
just dug himself. The hallway was empty, but he saw Rick's door snap shut. "Oh
geez, no!" Morty cried under his breath. Rick now knew his darkest secret, and
Morty feared he'd just destroyed the only father-figure relationship he could
ever hope for.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Sorry this one is a little short, I promise the next few chapters
     will be worth the wait :3
Rick kicked his door shut and fell against it, face buried in his hands. He
heard Morty approach his door, and locked the handle swiftly. He'd had sex with
innumerable aliens of indescribable gender, race and age. There wasn't a
living, sentient thing he knew of that he hadn't fucked, and never had he felt
shame for his lust. Yet here he was now, drowning in shame for the first time
in his life, over his desperate want. Hearing his name called from such a small
and trusting voice had stirred a painful but powerful desire that engrossed him
in fear. Fear of destroying his grandson's childhood, of destroying his
relationship with not only Morty, but Summer and Beth, of destroying Beth's
trust in him and ruining the little family she had left. Rick was so deep in
his tumultuous lust and terror that he didn't hear Morty timidly call his name.
"Gr-grandpa Rick?" Morty's voice shook noticeably. He got no response. He wrung
his hands and rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, reaching for the door
handle before withdrawing his hand defeatedly. "Uh, Rick? Are-are you u-up?"
Morty didn't get a response, but he heard a quiet sigh from the other side of
the door. "R-Rick, we-we need... I need to-to talk to y-you." He knocked gently
as he spoke, hoping he could fabricate a believable scenario to explain why he
cried Rick's name while pleasuring himself. There was no reply, but he could
hear Rick stand. Without opening the door, his grandfather replied in a
deliberate tone, "No. We don't." Morty stepped away from the door, eyes
stinging and throat burning.
Rick dropped onto the side of his bed with a sigh, digging the butt of his
palms into his eyes as he fell back onto the mattress. "God fucking dammit." He
sighed, tensing his calf muscles in hopes of drawing blood away from his
throbbing erection. After several minutes he managed to cause a cramp, but was
still hard enough to cut diamond. Rick pulled his shoes off and kicked them and
his slacks aside. He let his labcoat fall to the floor with a thunk and pulled
his sweater over his head before he laid out on his bed. His aching dick stood
defiantly straight as he forced his mind to recite the chemical make up of the
fuel used in his spaceship. Rick refused to entertain his desires, cursing his
unmatched stamina as he felt several more minutes pass and still he was fully
erect.
Morty's legs were aching but he was rooted to ground outside Rick's room. As
scalded by Rick's words as he was, he needed to see his grandfather, he
couldn't lose him now that his dad was gone too. He had heard Rick undress and
lay in his bed but there had been complete silence since then. Morty wondered
if Rick was asleep already or laying in bed, too disgusted with his grandson to
sleep. After what seem like an hour had passed, he sat himself against the wall
next to Rick's bedroom door, knees pulled to his chest. Morty was feeling
himself pulled back into the depth of sleep again when he finally heard
something. A stifled groan from Rick. His ears perked up and suddenly he was
wide awake.
Rick had lost the battle. No great claims had ever been made by his part that
he had strong self control, and his small built up reserve dwindled quickly
once he'd locked himself in his room. Perhaps it was because he felt safe here.
In the privacy of his own room he could accept his shame drenched wants and
give in to his sinful thoughts without the horrific possibility of hurting his
only grandson. A thin layer of sweat gathered on the surface of his skin as he
reached under the band of his briefs and released himself. He began gently
stroking the length of his cock as deplorable ideas filled his imagination.
Rick pictured what Morty had been doing when he was overheard, where his small
fingers may have wandered to, or how he'd react if he had the opportunity to
fulfill his desires. His right hand gradually increased it's pace 'til Rick was
furiously working his clenched fist over his dick, left hand buried in his
hair. He tried to stifle an exhausted and satisfied groan when he reached his
climax, covering his hand and stomach with thick strings of cum.
Morty realized Rick had been masturbating the entire time he'd been outside his
door and felt a strange satisfaction in it. Was it possible Rick had been
thinking of Morty? It seemed to likely for this to be a coincidence. He had to
know if it was the case, he'd do anything to find out how Rick felt about him,
but how could he get the truth? Rick was a steel trap when he had a secret, but
Morty knew he had inherited a keen ability to manipulate others from his mother
and father, as unhealthy as he knew it was. Standing and quietly shuffling back
to his bed, Morty developed a plan. If there was any one thing he knew for
certain about his Rick, it was that he was jealous. Morty just needed to know
who his unsuspecting cohort would be. As he shimmied under his blankets, still
soaked in sweat, he realized who the perfect subject would be to get under the
skin of his grandfather. The only other man with any power over his life;
Jerry.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     You've all been so patient, thank you! Last set up chapter, and then
     smut, I swear! ;)
Morty woke bright and early the next morning to help his mother make breakfast,
and suggest she invite Rick to a "family" breakfast with both of them and
Summer. "Morty! That's a great idea! We haven't all sat down for breakfast
since Summer started working," Beth clasped her hands together before grabbing
Morty and kissing the top of his head, "You're so thoughtful, Morty. I love
you." He beamed at his mom, a small sliver of guilt wedged itself in his chest
but he decided to feel bad later. His plan required Rick to at least be in ear
shot, and Morty had a feeling his grandfather wouldn't voluntarily make an
appearance until he's decided an acceptable amount time had passed to blanket
their awkward encounter.
Rick woke with a start, his daughter's voice calling from outside his room.
"Dad?" She knocked quietly. Rick groaned as he stood, body aching and head
feeling swollen from the last night's drinking. He pulled his bathrobe over his
wife beater and briefs before opening his door, "Yes, sweetheart?" He did his
best not to sound irritable from being woken. "I made breakfast, and was
wondering if you would join me and the kids for breakfast?" Rick had a chill
come down his spine, Morty, he thought. But if he started avoiding him now it
would be suspicious to more than just Morty. "Y-ye-yeaugh, o-of course. Just
uh, ju-just let me get dressed." He smiled tiredly at her. She smiled back
widely and disappeared down the stairs. Rick scrubbed his hands over his
stubble and dressed himself slowly, trying to shore up his asshole facade so he
could shut Morty down should he be too forward about the previous night.
Morty didn't look up from his pancakes and bacon when his grandfather entered
the kitchen. He had waited 'til he'd heard Rick's footsteps at the top of the
stairs before he began wolfing down his food comically. Beth had rejoined her
two children at the table and was talking to Summer about her job. "I mean not
to toot my own horn but I am the best barista there. There was never a question
to who Mr. Durham was going to promote." Summer was wearing a smug grin as she
spoke and Morty couldn't help but be proud of her. She had been able to balance
high school, adventures with Rick and Morty and her job with impressive
patience. "You-you earned it, S-Summer!" He said between mouthfuls. "You really
did, Summer. I'm so proud of you honey." Beth agreed. "While Ew, I don't enjoy
seeing your half chewed food - please swallow before talking little bro - thank
you,guys. It feels good to hear it from you." She replied, gently punching her
brother's shoulder.
Rick had managed to be seated at his plate of food during the exchange and was
pouring whatever was in his flask into his orange juice. Morty cleared his
plate and stood, "Hey-hey m-mom, can I, uh can I be excused? I wanna hurry up
and go see Dad." Rick flicked a quick glance at him before shoveling down his
pancakes. Morty didn't miss the look he'd been shot. "Sure, Morty, go ahead.
Give him a hug for me, okay?" Summer added, "Give him one for me too! Tell him
I'll text him on my next day off, okay?" Morty smiled and nodded, "Al-alright.
I'll be back to-tonight." He waved to the room at large and left the house.
Rick stabbed his fork into his final pancake, lip upturned and eyes narrowed.
Fucking Jerry.
Rick considered going on a solo adventure, or just getting wasted off planet,
but he found himself stuck at home with baited irritance waiting for Morty to
get back. He kept expecting Morty to return abruptly, angry or upset over some
typical Jerry idiocy. He'd come back and beg Rick to make the day better with
an adventure or some shit. Jerry wasn't capable of not screwing up. Or so Rick
wanted to believe. But when Morty had told Jerry he wanted to avoid Rick for a
while it had given his father the confidence boost he needed to take a risk.
Jerry had gone above and beyond to impress Morty, taking him to an arcade that
had laser gun battles, buying him lunch and a milkshake, sharing a beer with
him at Jerry's new apartment before bringing him back in the side car of - So
fucking "Jerry", a god damned electric scooter. Rick gritted his teeth. Beth
had made it a point to fill Rick in on every detail of how wonderfully
different Jerry was now. His stomach swilled with hate.
Morty returned home only half as excited as he pretended to be. He's loudly
told his mom about his whole day, how glad he was he got some good father and
son time and that he'd been way over due for real emotional bonding. Morty
played video games in his room 'til Beth was done making dinner, and even found
the balls to knock on the door to the garage to tell Rick to come eat. At the
dinner table Beth recounted her day at the Veterinary Hospital, and while Rick
did his best to grunt in reply to keep her under the impression he was
listening, he couldn't help but notice Morty was getting a lot of text
messages. He let Beth finish her story before addressing his annoyance the only
way he knew how. Like an asshole. "M-MoOUrghty don't you th-think it's a little
rude to text at theugh dinner table?"
Morty had been waiting for this, shocked Rick had waited so long to say
anything. "O-oh I'm-I'm sorry... I-it's j-just that I got someone's n-number
today who I've really liked for a while a-and... " He blushed, voice trailing
off. "Morty that's wonderful! Who's the lucky girl?" Beth patted his hand. Rick
was staring intensely at Morty, pancake forgotten on his fork, still hanging in
the air. "Uhm, well, i-its not exactly a-a girl..." Morty hesitated, looking at
his mother with a shy grin. If Beth was surprised she hid it well, her face
simply softened and she rephrased her question, "Who's the lucky guy?" Rick
dropped his fork and stood so fast his chair nearly flipped,"Excuse me." He
dead panned and exited the room before he could be scolded. Morty forced his
expression to reflect hurt and shock, "M-mom?" Beth squeezed his hand, "Don't
worry about grandpa. I'll talk to him."
Rick slammed the garage door shut and kicked the nearest thing. Whatever it was
it shattered into glittering dust. Of fucking course he'd been wrong. It wasn't
his name Morty had called out. It was just some other piece of shit human with
the same name. For as many of himself as he knew there to be, he forgot how
common his name was. How could he have let himself get so carried away with his
thoughts? Was he really so jaded from all the years he'd spent fucking
everything he met that he could only get his rocks off to his own flesh and
fucking blood? He quickly polished off a bottle of booze and cracked open the
cap of another. Rick Sanchez was a broken mother fucker, but this was too much
for him.
Morty sat in his room texting a friend from school he had indeed gotten the
number from today, but was by no means interested in. The two had shared
bullying experiences since they'd been in public school and had a similar sense
of humor. This helped a lot when Morty asked them to help him make someone
jealous. If having a great day with his dad didn't push Rick past his limits,
his next idea would. As awkward as it would normally have been for Morty to ask
another guy to purposefully give him a hickey, he knew it would push all the
right buttons for Rick.
"You sure you don't care man? I know it's weird but it'll work." Morty texted
his co-conspirator.
"Anything to help one of us get out of the V zone." His friend replied
Morty grinned and thanked him, setting a time for the following night. He
couldn't sleep in anticipation that night, so he masturbated to the thoughts of
how tomorrow might play out.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Twice length, all the smut. Enjoy ;3
Morty spent the next day watching tv with Summer and talking about their last
adventure out together. It worked out beautifully in Morty's favor that Rick
chose this time to sneak from the garage to the kitchen for something.
"Speaking of adventures, mom told me you have your own adventure planned
tonight with your mysterious new boy toy." Summer raised an eyebrow at Morty
with a sly smile. Morty laughed lightly, "Heh, yeah I -I guess so." Summer
leaned toward him, "Well, what's the plan? What are you getting into later?"
Morty rubbed the back of his neck and finger combed some of his curls, "Well we
were gonna just go grab some burgers at the diner and go to the drive-in for a
movie. It's the anniversary of some horror classic he said I need to see."
Rick rolled his eyes and scoffed, grabbing a box of Simple Rick's wafer
cookies. "This isn't actually our first date, I-I just was to scared t-to tell
you or mom." He heard Morty tell Summer. How long had that little bastard been
hiding this from him? Why had he hid it from Rick in the first place? Rick was
the last person to judge another over sexual preferences. He didn't have a foot
to stand on. "Seriously? How long have you been seeing him? When do we get to
meet him?" Summer pressed excitedly. "It's been a few we-weeks now... I guess I
can see if he'd want to come back tonight." Rick accidently slammed the cabinet
door shut. Like hell if he'd let some stranger in his house. Or let some random
ass guy touch all over his grandson. He thought he'd made it clear who was in
charge of this place when he got back from prison. Apparently Morty didn't
understand just how high up the patriarch Rick was.
Morty left that afternoon before dinner and wasn't back to join them when it
was served. Rick had waited several hours after eating for Morty to return but
he didn't. When midnight rolled around Summer even went to bed instead of
staying up for Morty to dish out the dirty stuff upon his arrival. Rick flipped
through the screens on his watch and found Morty's coordinates, and decided to
make dramatic entrance via portal gun rather than fly. He was going to teach
his asshole grandson some manners.
Morty waited 'til it was two minutes past midnight, the movie rolling through
credits at the drive in. "Oh-okay, he'll probably be here soon. We should get
started." Morty said, messing his hair and wrinkling his clothes. His friend
followed suit, laughing, "You realize how ridiculous this is?" Morty chuckled
too, "Yes but Rick is a larger than life guy. It takes stupid, over the top
drama to make him do anything." Morty waited for his counterpart to take of his
shirt and turn the heat in the car on before tilting his head aside. "Jesus
it's hot as hell. We'll be convincingly sweaty in no time." Morty's friend
said, leaning in toward Morty and wrapping his lips on Morty's exposed neck. "I
hope so. Maybe it'll steam up the windows too." Morty suggested. His friend
laughed into his neck, the vibration tickled. "Glutton for punishment," his
friend lisped as he spoke through the bite. Morty giggled at the vibration from
his voice, "I guess so." But it wasn't only Morty's voice that spoke this time.
Rick had found the car without effort, it was the only one left. The windows
had fogged but he could still easily make out Morty's yellow shirt, which was
being pulled aside by some Neanderthal in the driver's seat. He must have been
nineteen or so, obviously older than Morty. Rick had opened the door and over
heard the last exchange before they realized he was there. There was a
dangerous fury to his eyes as his hand shot into the car and snatched a fist
full of Morty's collar. "You're coming home." He snarled harshley, yanking his
grandson out of the vehicle and dragging him through a portal. From the car,
Morty saw his friend trying to catch a glimpse of Rick, only getting a fog
obscured view of his back.
Morty felt his pants tighten as Rick forcefully sat him at his desk in the
garage, purposefully placing his hands on the desk on either side of Morty. His
face was twisted with rage, "What the fuck was that." Rick hissed. Morty
instinctually shrank in on himself, he knew his submission would improve his
odds of success. "Wh-what do-do you m-mean, Grandpa Rick?" He stammered quite
convincingly, pulling the hem of his shirt down on the side where he hoped he
was developing an impressive hickey. Rick's eyes flicked to his neck and Morty
could have swore they turned red for a fleeting moment. "More specifically,
what. The fuck. Is that?" His face only inches from Morty's now. Morty
swallowed instead of answering, feeling himself harden more. This was it, he
was either gonna get disintergrated or he was finally going to get what he
wanted. At the moment his dick told him it would be worth it.
Rick felt like he had acid burning in his lungs and stomach. The sight of the
purple bruise growing on Morty's neck filled him with a rage he hadn't felt in
a long time. Rick locked eyes with Morty and stared him down, searching for
answers as to why he'd betrayed his grandfather. Keeping secrets, running
around with Strange Ricks and strange boys behind his back. When did Rick lose
control? It was that thought that finally made him act. Ricks don't let their
Mortys get away with shit like this. Ricks are alpha males, and he was about to
make that unfailingly clear.
Rick grabbed Morty's throat and forced his head back, angling his face
perfectly for Rick to smash their lips together. Morty jumped under Rick when
their mouths connected, he squirmed a little, as though trying to escape his
grasp. Rick felt his dick stir, his resolve was gone and so was his sense. His
other hand came down to Morty's thigh and he hoisted him onto the desk, rolling
his hips in between Morty's separated legs. He was intrigued to find Morty was
hard as well. Rick wondered this was left over from his little make out session
from earlier. The idea fueled his delusional rage and sexual frustration. He
growled into the kiss and thrust his growing erection against Morty who
whimpered under him. The sound pleased Rick immensely. He opened his mouth and
slipped his tongue into Morty's with ease, both hands now sliding to his belt.
Morty didn't pull away, either out of fear or confusion, Rick didn't know. But
just as he freed himself from his fabric confines Morty started sucking on his
tongue gently. Rick would never admit it but he almost came from the sensation.
Morty's mouth and lips were so soft and smooth it was unholy.
Shaking his head to regain some cognitive thought again, Rick broke the kiss
and grabbed Morty by his wrists, forcing him onto his knees in front of Rick.
He released his straining erection, enjoying how good Morty looked like this.
"Suck it." Rick's voice was cold and dangerous. Morty didn't argue, he opened
his mouth and wrapped it eagerly around Rick's length, swallowing down most of
the dick in his first try. Rick felt his knees buckle, he propped himself on
the desk with one hand for good measure. Using his free hand to guide Morty's
head he found a good rhythm and pumped his throbbing member into the small
mouth. He moaned loudly, wanting desperately to cum now but wanting more so to
drag this out as much as he possibly could. After indulging himself a few more
minutes, Rick pulled Morty off his dick with a small pop sound. "Stand up and
face the desk." Rick demanded. Morty stood up, blushing furiously as he wiped
his mouth on his sleeve, "No! Ri-Rick what the h-hell! Y-you know if Dad found
out-" He knew he had to keep pressing or Rick might chicken out, but Morty
never got to finish his empty threat. Rick's eyes caught fire and he wrapped
his fingers around Morty's throat, throwing him onto the desk on his back. "You
know, I was going to let you face away. So you could pretend it wasn't
happening, or that it wasn't me. But now I'm gonna make you watch." Rick had an
icy tone that caught the attention of Morty's dick, which was uncomfortably
hard now.
Rick actually ripped Morty's pants off. The sound of tearing fabric was loud in
the small space of the garage. Morty submitted again and pulled his shirt over
his head, looking away from Rick. "You should be grateful I waited this long.
Hell you should be grateful it's me. It could have been any of the other
asshole Ricks you like to wander off with. Could have been that pathetic little
boy you were letting climb all over you." He sneered as he pulled a bottle of
lube out of his desk drawer. Best thing about alien lubricants, they work just
as well on tight assholes as they do mechanical parts. Rick coated himself with
a few slow strokes as he watched Morty squirm, before he pushed Morty onto his
back and slipped an index finger into his small puckered hole. Morty gasped
loudly and whined, "Rick pl-please," he cried. Rick pushed in another finger
and stretched the hole wider, "Please, what, Morty? Please let you get raped
and murdered by some random fucking Rick because you wanted some god damned
french fries? Please let you talk about your piece of shit dad, who can't
protect himself from me, much less protect you from me? Please let you have
your first time with a stranger who you never asked me if you could date? A
stranger you hid from me?" His voice lowered as he spoke. "Tell me, Morty.
Please what?"
Morty had done his best, he'd tried so hard, to play his part and be the victim
Rick wanted him to be, but now he couldn't stop shaking, his dick was twitching
against his stomach as Rick used his free hand to hold up Morty's legs. Morty
felt Rick curl his finger and his whole body tremored uncontrollably. That must
be his g-spot, Morty couldn't help himself anymore. "P-please fuck m-me, Rick!"
he stuttered, bucking himself against Rick's fingers. Morty felt them withdraw
instantly but before he was able to sit up and beg more he felt something
enormous against his entrance. Rick rocked his hips once and slid the full
length of his cock into Morty, moaning without restraint as he filled the tight
hole. Morty felt like he was freezing but also sweating to death, his limbs
shook and felt weak and he grabbed blindly for anything to hold onto. Rick
grabbed his arms and pinned them down above his head, "Oh so you fucking want
it?" Rick looked down at Morty, grabbing both his wrists with one hand so the
other could stroke the dick between them. Morty didn't answer but he spread his
legs further and bit his lip, watching Rick thrust into him with vigor. "I hope
you had a good time with your dad because you're not gonna get to do that
again. You're going to be my little fuck toy from now on, you understand me? If
you want to see your dad he can just watch."
Morty felt both of their erections twitch at those words, he wanted more. "He-
he'd stop you," Morty argued half-heartedly. Rick threw his head back and
laughed, "You think that pathetic excuse for a homosapien could stop me from
fucking his son? He'd probably apologize for interrupting and offer to get a
towel. And if he dared to try? I'd cuff his worthless ass to my work bench and
make him watch while I fucked you 'til you screamed my name." Rick was so horny
and so furious he couldn't tell which was driving his dick deeper and deeper
into Morty, who couldn't contain himself anymore and he cried out as he came.
Rick felt Morty's muscles contract and his asshole squeezed Rick in all the
right ways, he came just after Morty. As his blinding rage subsided Rick
suddenly became accutely aware of what he'd just done. He was balls deep in his
own grandson, who lay shivering and naked infront of him, on his desk.
Rick pulled himself out and zipped his pants, disappearing from the garage
before Morty had even caught his breath. He sat up and looked around
disappointedly, Rick had left in a hurry. Morty pulled his shirt on and grabbed
his trashed pants before making his way to his bedroom. He needed that to
happen again, and soon.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     One last smut chapter before we roll back into plot
As expected, Rick disappeared for several days after his encounter with Morty,
probably off planet drinking himself into oblivion. Morty knew it was only a
matter of time before his grandfather returned, however, and he had his mind
made up. He was going to corner Rick and confront him, regardless of how he may
try to avoid it. Morty returned to school with great disinterest, sleeping
through most of his classes and doodling on papers through others. His first
day back he'd skipped a period to meet up with his friend from the drive-in
whose actual name was Thomas, and caught him up without too much detail. "So
how are things with you now that you sealed the deal?" Thomas had asked. Morty
scowled and didn't answer. He'd gone a whole school week without seeing or
hearing from Rick, and his mood was declining fast.
Rick stumbled through a portal onto his bed, head spinning as he collapsed in a
drunken stuper. He hoped Morty would be back at school by now and too
embarrassed to address what had happened. Rick was choosing to believe Morty
wouldn't have told Beth or Jerry in fear of losing his grandfather despite
everything. They're attachment to each other was so unbelievably unhealthy.
Rick passed out fully clothed, drooling on his pillow as he felt fear start to
sink in. Mercifully his unconscious mind was unable to punish him in his sleep.
Morty returned home and dropped his backpack in his bedroom before making his
usual check in on Rick's room. He'd been checking every night for nearly a
week, but was shocked when this time he found the room occupied. The air reeked
of alcohol which was unreasonably comforting to Morty. He was just glad Rick
actually came home, having been growing a fear that this time he may not. If
Rick was drunk he'd eventually stumble downstairs to hydrate and find some
alien snack to fill his stomach after he threw up whatever inebriating drinks
he'd consumed. Morty wanted to catch him off guard and knew exactly how to do
it.
The sun was disappearing from sight quickly when Rick finally came to life. He
sat up without opening his eyes and groaned, stomach gurgling unpleasantly.
Rick was just able to trip and fall knees first at his bedroom trash bin before
he unloaded his guts into the plastic bag lining it. He wanted to sleep for a
day or two, and eat, and shower, but he also didn't feel like doing any of
those things. Sitting on his bedroom floor a while longer, his stomach made the
decision for him. He was starving and he needed to eat something. Stripping his
unwashed clothes and pulling on his robe, Rick slipped out of his room and down
the stairs toward the kitchen, thoughts engrossed entirely in his options for
food in his special cabinet.
Rick had temporarily forgotten the rest of the family even existed, so he was
surprised when heard them all eating dinner together. More disturbing still was
when a fourth voice opened a new conversation topic. "So, son, I noticed you
have some fashionable new bruises. Is there a story to them? A dangerous
adventure with Beth's father or-" Jerry was cut off by Beth, "Jerry can we
please not?" She spoke severely. "I was just wondering, I wasn't pointing any
fingers!" Jerry put his hands up defensively. Rick was halted at the doorway to
the kitchen, slowly sobering mind trying to process at full power and failing.
"Oh uh, no, dad. They're not f-from an ad-adventure... It's sort of...
Personal?" Morty didn't look up from his food. Rick felt a wave of satisfaction
wash over him, his grandson wouldn't sell him out for the world. "Personal how,
son? Did you do it to yourself?" Jerry queried, gesturing with his spaghetti
noodle covered fork. "Ugh, dad can't you tell he means it's from his new
boyfriend? Jeez you're so oblivious." Summer rolled her eyes and continued
eating her dinner as she typed away on her phone. Rick furrowed his brow. Were
the bruises his work, or had Morty acquired new ones?
Refusing to be barred from the kitchen by Jerry's presence, Rick strode in
wordlessly and opened up his designated cabinet, selecting his box of Eye
Holes. The table had grown uncomfortably quiet all of sudden. Rick forced
himself not to laugh. Opening the fridge looking for milk, he addressed the
house guest. "How you doing Jer? Morty had a r-really good time wi-with you
last week." Jerry looked at Beth and then Morty, confused. "Uh, yeah... We had
a really great day. Nice to have some father and son time with my boy." Jerry
smiled slightly. Morty did too. "Th-that's good. God knows I don't hugh-have
the stamina to keep up." Rick dared to flick his eyes at his grandson and was
rewarded with an angry, embarrassed glare. He couldn't stop a satisfied grin
from spreading his lips. "Well he is a teenager, Rick. That might have been
eons ago for you but my son has energy for days. It would probably take two or
three of you to wear him out." Jerry laughed at his own jab. Rick chuckled
darkly, still staring down Morty. The latter broke the gaze to look fretfully
at his father, but Rick agreed, "You're right Jer, I'll have to keep that in
mind."
Morty finished his food and excused himself from the table as Jerry and Beth
decided to share a bottle of wine. He followed his sister upstairs as she went
to bed, but bypassed his own room and made a bee line for Rick's instead. The
door wasn't closed all the way, which Morty knew to be an invitation. Rick kept
his room closed off whether he was in it or not at all times, he must be
expecting Morty. Opening the door slowly, Morty held his breath, not at all
sure what to expect from his grandfather. Rick didn't look up from his food,
stretched on his bed with his bowl on his stomach, as Morty entered and started
to close the door behind him. "Leave it open." Rick said matter-of-factly.
Morty obeyed. Rick set his food aside and swung his legs off the bed, untying
the belt on his robe. "W-w-we need to-to talk, a-about that night, Rick." Morty
sounded confident. Rick didn't like that. As Morty approached the bed, Rick
grabbed his wrists and examined them. There were whispers of bruises on the
surface of his skin. Wrapping his long fingers around the small limbs, Rick
confirmed they were indeed his marks. As was the splotchy yellowed and fading
bruise on Morty's throat. Rick smirked, "Kneel." Morty did, inspite of himself,
"R-Rick, c'mon..." He pleaded. "We'll talk later." Rick said dismissively.
Morty frowned, but before he could argue his head was forced down. Rick pulled
his robe open and revealed his erect prick to Morty. "I know I don't have to
tell you what to do." Morty licked his lips and slid them over the pulsing dick
without hesitation. Rick hummed happily and closed his eyes, waiting for part
two.
Jerry and Beth said goodnight before she went to bed and Jerry went upstairs to
stairs to say goodbye to his kids. Jerry knocked lightly at Summer's door but
got no answer. He frowned and moved on to Morty's door, but still got no
answer. He sighed and hunched his shoulders, wishing he could just crawl into
bed with Beth. Realizing it was time for him to go before he overstayed his
welcome he straightened his back and turned for the stairs, but an audible moan
came from the last door in the hall and Jerry turned back. It was Rick, he must
have some interdimensional prostitute in there. Why couldn't he at least shut
his door? Knitting his eyebrows together angrily he made to close the door to
shield his children from the sick sounds coming from their grandfather's
bedroom, but when he arrived at the threshold what his prying eyes beheld made
stomach bile flood the back of his throat.
Rick saw Jerry appear in the door way and he leaned back to offer a better
view. Morty was lost in the rhythm of sucking off the enormous cock in his
mouth and was aware of none of it. Jerry entered the room and opened his mouth
when Rick made eye contact. His leer stole the words out of Jerry's mouth and
he raised a hand over Morty, showing off his lacking use of force. Jerry's pale
face tinged green and he covered his mouth. Rick groaned as Morty took an
impressive extra few inches down his throat, "Mmm, you're pretty good at this,
Morty. I almost don't believe I'm the only one you've done this for. Did you
get practice while I was off planet?" He asked without losing eye contact with
Jerry. "Uhn-uh" Morty choked out as he kept his pace. Rick smiled maliciously,
"Do you like sucking me off, Morty? Do you wanna swallow Grandpa Rick's cum?"
Morty hummed, "Mhm." Jerry backed away, "You understand now, Morty? This is my
house." Rick ran a hand through Morty's curls as tears slipped down Jerry's
face. "You're my Morty. You're mine for adventures, mine for fucking. Mine." He
snarled. Morty hummed again and took the entirety of Rick's dick, the sudden
enveloping of warmth sent Rick over the edge and he bucked into Morty's mouth
as he came, groaning loudly, Jerry fleeing the room at the sight.
Rick caught his breath and pulled Morty off him. "Go to your room." He said
shortly, pulling his dirty clothes on. Morty swallowed, wiped his mouth, and
started to argue but hesitated. Things were going better than he expected,
maybe he should see how things went? He sighed and trudged out of the room
behind Rick who was already halfway down the stairs. "Wh-where are you going!"
He called. "To prove a point." Rick laughed. Morty waited for more but no more
came. He yawned, realizing how late it was now, and remembered he had school
the next morning. He shut himself in his room and passed out in minutes.
Downstairs Jerry was crying on the couch when Rick found him. "What's eating
you?" Rick smirked and unscrewed the cap from his flask. "How could you do
that? To your grandson?!" Jerry sounded hysterical. Rick looked down at him
smugly as he sipped his flask, "I didn't do anything, Jerry. Your son did."
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     The plot thickens!
Morty sat on his bed, anxiously awaiting Rick's appearance. After returning
home from school, his grandfather had met him at the door and had ordered him
to go to his room and stay there until Rick came and got him. The look on his
face deterred Morty from challenging him, but also made him nervous. Tense and
impatient, he bounced his knee and drummed his fingers on the frame of his bed.
Morty had been sitting in his room for just under an hour when a portal opened
up in front of him and Rick stepped through. The portal closed and Rick took a
moment to peel what looked like bloody surgical gloves off his hands before
addressing his grandson. "Mo-urghty, we n-need to ta-aghlk," he started.
"That's wha-what I've been s-saying!" Morty interrupted. Rick raised a hand and
silenced him, "I need you to-to tell me eveUrhything that M-43 said to you."
Morty groaned and fell back on his bed, "Th-this again, R-Rick, seriously? C-
come on!" Rick shook his head, "No Mor-Morty, I-I'm pretty certain I've
established m-my ownership. I don't give a shit i-if you think you can have fun
with other Ricks, you're mine whether y-yo-you've accepted that or not. But
what happened with you and him wasn't a self contained event. It's happened
before a-and I n-need to know why." Rick rested his fists on his hips and
waited. Morty sat up, looking shocked, "What? Wha-what do you mean? This has
happened to other Mortys?" He looked fearful. "Yes dum dum that's what I said."
He rolled his eyes, "Y-you know sometimes I doubt we're even in the same gene
pool." Morty bit his bottom lip, "Rick- he said someone had paid for him t-to-
to...." Morty didn't finish his sentence, but he didn't have to. Rick felt his
initial rage return. The sight of M-43 having Morty pinned had blinded him with
fury but knowing someone else had gone so far as to pay an estranged Rick to
lure away and kill his Morty made his hands clench tight enough for his short,
broken nails break skin.
"We're going back to his dimension, graAugh-grab you're shit and l-let's go."
Rick turned around and dialed in the coordinates on his gun. Morty stood but
didn't move, "Rick, I-I don't want to go back the-there." Rick glanced back and
saw his grandson twisting his hands together in distress. Rick sighed heavily,
striding to where he stood and kneeling in front of him, "M-Morty you trust me
don't you? I-I know I fuck up a lot, a-and I know I've gotten you in some
dangerous shit before, but I always come back for you, don't I? I always look
out for you, right?" Morty hadn't seen his face this solemn in a long time. He
swallowed and nodded, "Ye-yeah, I guess so..." Rick put a hand on his shoulder,
"You-you're going in wi-Ugh-with me this time, and we'll bo-both be ready."
Morty felt his neck and face redden with the proximity of Rick's face to his,
he nodded.
Rick was the first through and was glad for it. Despite his threat, he never
actually buried M-43, so there he lay, rotting and putrid smelling, in the
middle of the dungeon lab. Morty came through behind Rick, who used the side of
his lab coat to shield his grandson's face, "ShuUGHt y-your eyes, Mort." Rick
didn't elaborate but Morty wretched at the smell and did as he was told, "I've
seen de-dead bodies before Rick..." Rick looked back at him over his shoulder
with an irritated face but Morty didn't open his eyes. As Rick approached the
body he felt his nose burn with the smell of dead flesh as it broke down he
tried to find any clues as to who this Rick had been working for. Morty decided
to face the opposite direction and open his eyes. He remembered the room and
determined he had his back to the liquid chambers, where the body of M-43
likely lay decomposing. Morty would let Rick investigate that side of the room.
Morty started pulling drawers open in the desk and rifling through papers and
strangely familiar gadgets. He found plenty of blueprints for what looked like
various torture devices but wasn't seeing any obvious evidence of who or what
had hired M-43. As he looked carefully over the desk he found a false bottom in
one of the drawers. "H-hey Rick, I-I think I found something..." He called
without risking a look. Rick didn't reply. Morty glanced his direction and
curled his lip in disgust. Rick was picking through the blood and bile soaked
labcoat pockets of his other self. He'd flipped through his wallet, his hidden
pockets and finally settled for scanning M-43's portal gun. As he waited for
the results he made his way to the desk, "Wh-wha-what did you saAgh-say Morty?"
He asked, staring at the screen on his own gun as it sorted through every
single dimension M-43 had been to the last six months. "This drawer, it has a
f-false bottom." Morty pointed to the bottom left drawer. Rick raised half his
brow and stowed his gun, fishing out what looked like an alien swiss-army
knife.
Rick made short work of the lock with a self-satisfied chuckle and grabbed
every file and loose paper out of the drawer when a portal opened up across the
room and three figures stepped out facing away from them. Using the sound of
the portal extinguishing, Rick quickly shut the false bottom drawer and grabbed
Morty, yanking him into his lap under the desk in one swift motion. "Ugh, well
I-URP I guess that answers our question. Dumbass is dead." Rick's voice spoke,
but it wasn't Morty's Rick. "If he was caught we need to take measures to
ensure the survivor doesn't get word out about this operation." Another Rick
said. C-137 squeezed his fingers tighter around Morty. "Well c-come UHP on.
Let's go call the clean up team." One of them said, followed by the sound of
the creation and subsequent extinguishing of a portal again. Rick peaked out
from under the desk and realized they were alone. He quickly fired a portal
home and shoved Morty through, jumping in right behind him, "God fucking
dammit."
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     Uploading might slow down for a few days while I'm at work again, but
     in the meantime here's a little plot and little smut! I'm still
     trying to feel out the story so let me know if you all would like
     more story or more smut ;) Or if it's a good balance as is. Happy
     reading, sinners!
"What do you mean one survived? Which one?" A small figure in a tall chair
faced away from the trio of Ricks dressed in Citadel uniforms. "M-43 failed to
complete his assignment and it seems the Morty he was hired to dispose of
escaped. We have reason to believe his Rick was involved." The chair swivelled
to face the Citadel Ricks, "Which...one.." The Ricks all glanced at each other,
"C-137." One of them said. The seated figure stood, upending his chair, "Then
why haven't you brought me his body!" The speaker demanded. "I'm sorry Mister
President, C-137 has somehow barred portal activity in his occupied dimension."
Another Rick spoke up. President Morty placed his hands on his desk, "Then
we'll need to lure him out."
*
Rick paced the garage, fists balled as he tried to calm his nerves so he could
put together a plan. Thankfully he'd had the fore thought to activate his
interdimensional travel dampener the second he and Morty had crashed through
the portal, but it wouldn't last forever and it wasn't a permanent fix by any
means. He needed information, which he had in the form of the documents from
the other Rick's desk. Flipping open the folder, he spread all of the papers
out on the floor and sat down, cross legged, to look over them. Morty was
eating dinner with Beth and Summer so Rick had the lab to himself. Rick shook
his head as he leafed through all the documents his other self had left behind.
What idiot kept important information on paper anymore? M-43 must have gone off
the deep end a long time ago, for whatever reason. Any sensible Rick knew
better than to keep any damning evidence in a rigged set up to self destruct in
case it was found. This was just sloppy.
Rick was through almost every shred of paper when he found a list of dimension
coordinates. Next to each was a check mark, and at the very top was C-137,
without a check. Rick furrowed his brow and looked for any similar pages,
finding only one other with similar printing. It looked like a payment history,
always the same amount from the same company. This was what he was looking for,
a trail to follow. He folded up the papers and slipped them into his labcoat
pocket as he grabbed a bag from his shelves and started packing devices and
weapons. Once fully prepared, he made his way upstairs. Rick and Morty were
going to find the asshole behind this and obliterate them.
Morty was laying in bed, wide awake, hoping to hear footsteps before he fell
asleep. He wasn't even sure he could sleep. How many Mortys were being killed
by Ricks like M-43? How many more would die before this was stopped? His
thoughts roared like a raging sea while he rolled onto his side in his bed and
tried to sleep. Morty just wanted things to be simple again, he wanted to have
a repressed lust for his grandfather that he refused to acknowledge. He wanted
to go on adventures that were stressful and dangerous but only on a normal
level relative to their other adventures. He didn't want this, some existential
and far reaching looming threat. Morty's thoughts hadn't calmed when he heard
Rick coming up the stairs. He sat up hopefully.
Rick didn't bother knocking, opening the door and throwing his bag at his
grandson, "I hope y-yo-ou're ready MUgh-Morty. This is some serious shit we're
about t-to, that we're getting into." He looked grim. Morty shouldered the bag
without question, "Let's get this over with, Rick. I-I don't wa-want this t-to-
to keep happening to other Mortys." Rick raised an eyebrow down at him, "We
might be gone a long time, kiddo. Y-you sure you're re-urp-ready for this?"
Morty looked up at him and nodded, "I'm sure." Rick lead him back to the garage
where he opened up a portal before loading the both of them and their supplies
into his ship. With one last glance at his lab, Rick powered up the ship and
guided it into the portal. He prayed to whatever god there might be that his
defenses would hold up around their dimension until they returned, for Beth and
Summer's sake.
The ship touched down on a brilliant lapis lazuli planet, in what looked like a
grassy field of blue instead of green. Rick climbed out followed by Morty,
"We're going to leave the ship here so we can still get home if everything goes
to shit. We're only a small portal jump away from our destination, but I can
get more power cells for my portal gun here so we can make as many jumps as we
need if we get caught. I loaded us up on supplies but I have a feeling we're
about to get in the thick of it. Let's get started." Morty nodded, "What do we
do first?" Rick motioned for Morty to follow. They hiked over a mile 'til a
small cave came into view, illuminated by a familiar but faint green light.
"See that cave, Mort? There's a ton of crystals in there that can be broken
down to power my gun." Rick lead him inside as Morty looked over the walls,
mouth hanging open in awe. "W-wow Rick, i-it's beautiful." Rick smiled, "Yeah I
thought so too the first time I saw it. Now it just looks like batteries to
me." He plucked a few handfuls of the luminous crystals out of crevices in the
cave walls.
"Y-you let yourself get s-so jaded." Morty remarked as he turned one crystal
over in his hands, noticing how it felt like it was humming. "I know, i-i-it
juUGHst comes wi-with the territory. I've been e-everywhere, seen Urhp
everything, it's hard to appreciate anything anymore." Morty felt his mind
wandering into less productive territory. As foolish as it seemed, he really
wanted to know what the crystal tasted like. He glanced over at Rick who was
still collecting from the walls before carefully slipping his tongue around the
foreign glowing mineral. It shocked him but also tickled somewhat, like putting
a battery on your tongue. He smiled and spat the crystal back into his palm,
noticing his tongue was still illuminated. It seemed to have left glowing
residue in the pours of his tongue. This gave him a terrible idea.
Having crammed every crystal piece into his bag that he could fit, Rick was
happily adding a crystal to a small device to convert it to a cell for his gun
when he felt his belt loosen. He looked down just in time to watch his pants
drop, see Morty open a green glowing mouth and take his flaccid length into
it." Ugh- oh fuck, " Rick whimpered at the overwhelming sensation and
staggered," M-M-Morty, we-we d-don't have time f-for... " He moaned instead of
finishing his mild reprimand. "A-alright smartass, finish up and let's get out
of here." Rick failed to look even remotely irritated. Morty looked up at him
with a clear sense of self satisfaction, carefully sucking Rick to a full
erection. Rick felt his temperature rising and as much as he enjoyed seeing
Morty on his knees in front of him, he had something better in mind.
Rick gently stopped Morty's motion and pulled him off, "L-lose your pants,
Morty." He smiled down at him. Morty obeyed, undressing shyly. This was their
first sexual interaction that wasn't immediately fueled by Rick's anger, Morty
felt much more self conscious without the twinge of fear. He'd barely pulled
his briefs off when Rick grabbed his hips and picked him up, pinning him
against a smooth part of the cave wall. Morty wrapped his legs around Rick's
waist. Rick wiggled his middle finger in front of Morty's mouth who took it in
and sucked on it without a second thought. Rick pulled it out when he decided
it was good and wet, and carefully inserted it into Morty's waiting asshole.
Morty shuddered and took a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to
relax into the massaging digit. Rick was more patient this time, gingerly
adding another finger, and another as Morty adjusted. "That's it, Morty. Just
relax, I'll be gentle." Rick said quietly. Morty had a growing erection as he
was stretched, he bit his bottom lip.
Slowly pulling his fingers out, Rick readjusted and guided the head of his dick
to Morty's waiting entrance. Rick pushed slowly, drawing out the sensation for
Morty, who gripped Rick's shoulders as though he were falling off a cliff.
Morty gasped as Rick inserted himself his full length. After giving him a few
moments to catch his breath, Rick grazed his teeth against Morty's collarbone
and began thrusting. Morty gasped and moaned, digging his nails into Rick's
shoulders. "Mm, you like this?" He breathed into Morty's ear. The heat of his
words sent a shiver across Morty's skin and he nodded. Rick gradually quickened
his pace, licking his way up Morty's neck and sucking on the bottom of his ear.
"Cum for me, Morty." He spoke softly but his voice was ragged with his
breathing. Morty felt his groin tense and he came harder than he ever had
before. Rick watched as Morty came and let himself reach climax after,
releasing himself in the soft warmth of Morty's walls. He caught his breath and
gently withdrew himself and let Morty back down on his wobbly legs. "I hope
you're pleased with yourself, you little shit. " Rick smiled at him.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     I SAW THE SEASON 3 FINALE AND I'M MAD AND DISTRESSED. SO I'M WRITING
     MY FEELS.
     PLOT.
     SO MUCH PLOT. [no spoilers for the finale]
     AND MORE TO COME. EXPECT AT LEAST ONE MORE CHAPTER TONIGHT WHILE I
     DEAL WITH DAN AND JUSTIN FUCKING US -AND RICK- OVER.
Rick and Morty portaled off the beautiful blue planet and into what appeared to
be an alley between two abandoned buildings as the city around them darkened.
Rick put his back to one wall and glanced around the corner. "O-okay Morty,
we're gonna have to lay low 'til my connection shows up. There's one other Rick
that's gone through the same shit that I can somewhat trust. He said he knows
which way to point us." He said as he started trying to find an unlocked door
into one of the buildings on either side of them. "A-087 said he'd give me
info, but he won't get involved. I have a feeling this is a pretty deep mess
we're charging into." Rick explained as he found a loose door handle. Morty
furrowed his brow with concern, "When is your contact supposed to meet us?"
Rick looked at one of his several watches, "He should be here by now." He
angled the handle of what appeared to be an abandoned bar and applied pressure.
The door creaked open and the two slipped inside.
No sooner had the words left C-137's mouth did A-087 drop from a portal in the
ceiling, blood blossoming over his lab coat as he fell face first to the floor.
"Rick!" Both C-137 and his Morty exclaimed, scrambling to his side. "Ugh
Christ. Listen, C-137, we both know this is fatal. I'm gonna skip to the
important part- you're next. Your Morty is next, he's priority number one, but
I don't know why. This goes deep. You can't trust anyone. No one." A-087
coughed clotted blood and mucus, choking through his words. "Don't sit around
and watch me die, get the fuck out of here and stop the assholes doing this."
A-087 spat irritably as he bled out. C-137 grabbed Morty's wrist and stood,
aiming his portal gun at the floor next to them, but as he fired the portal
appeared and collapsed instantly. "What the f-" C-137 was interrupted by the
sound of the windows and doors crashing in around them with splintering wood
and shattering glass showering C-137 and Morty. "Don't bother, your portal gun
is being jammed," Another Rick spoke, a dozen citadel Ricks surrounding the
duo. A laser gun hummed to life as it was aimed at the back of C-137's head.
Morty felt his Rick's fingers squeeze his wrist before releasing it as the two
stood slowly, raising their hands above their heads. "Rick Sanchez from Earth
dimension C-137, you and your Morty are responsible for the destruction of the
Citadel and its Council. You're being taken into custody to stand trial for the
homicide of over a hundred Ricks and Mortys during the attack on the Citadel."
One of the Citadel Ricks spoke as two others activated laser handcuffs that
buzzed angrily around the wrists they restrained. "Who can hold a trial if I
murdered everyone in charge?" C-137 snapped. The leader of the Citadel Ricks
looked down at C-137 smugly, "Our new leader. He's dying to see you both
again." The other Ricks heaved C-137 and Morty onto their feet and ushered into
a waiting portal. Morty shot C-137 a confused look, to which he just raised
half his eyebrow and shrugged. They stepped through and found themselves
standing in a familiar yet foreign Citadel Central Tower. C-137 and Morty
looked all around at the new building, and Morty noticed the Citadel Ensignia
had changed. He glanced at his Rick to mention it but hesitated when one of the
Citadel Ricks escorting them scowled harshly at him.
Their escorting Ricks took C-137 and Morty to an elevator in the center of the
tower and pressed one of two buttons, sending the lift up the entire height of
the tower. It took over two minutes for the ride to end and the elevator to
slow to a smooth stop. The doors slid open to a dimly lit corridor with a
single set of doors at the very end. "Ooh, a poorly lit hallway. Very
threatening." C-137 threw his cuffed hands up and rolled his eyes. The Citadel
Ricks followed them to the set of doors and opened them but remained outside.
"What, Bad Ass new Leader Rick doesn't need armed guards?" C-137 said
sardonically. The Citadel Rick that made eye contact with C-137 and grinned,
"Trust me, we'd all love to watch what's about to happen. But the President
requested privacy with during his meeting with you." He chuckled darkly as he
pulled closed both the doors and the shut with a loud snap. C-137 Rick looked
at his Morty, "Don't worry Morty. Everything will be fine."
"Those were the last words you said to me, Rick." Morty said. But it wasn't his
Morty, the voice came from the other side of the room. Rick and C-137 Morty
stared at each other before looking down the length of the room. A long table
of empty chairs lead to a single taller chair, where the speaking Morty was
seated, dressed in a black suit and red tie. Rick felt the cuffs stop buzzing
and his pair fell off with a thunk. He approached slowly, "Who the hell are
you?" The Morty at the table laughed, finger tips pressed together delicately.
"You're old, Rick, but surely your memory isn't so poor that you've forgotten
me?" The suited Morty stood and stepped around the table. C-137 Morty followed
his grandfather timidly. Rick furrowed his brow and frowned. "You couldn't have
forgotten your first Morty." President Morty wore a coy smile.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Summary
     I think I've got one more chapter coming after this one tonight.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
C-137 Morty looked at President Morty and then his grandfather. Well, who he's
always thought was his grandfather. Was this Morty telling the truth? Was Rick
not his Rick? "Very funny, short stuff, but your typical Hollywood plot twist
bullshit isn't gonna fly" Rick folded his arms and leaned his weight on one
leg. "Don't worry, Grandpa Rick, you'll catch up." President Morty walked over
to a small cabinet and poured two drinks, a dark brown liquid over a few ice
cubes in short glasses. Rick moved to accept one but the President offered it
to C-137 Morty instead, "My apologies, Morty. I hadn't even greeted you. How
have you been doing? You look well, even a little taller." The President smiled
at him over his glass. Morty took the glass in his cuffed hands but didn't
drink from it. He simply stared at the President, minding working over time
trying to place the Morty before him. "Oh, you won't need those either."
President Morty looked at the cuffs, uninterestedly. The energy arch ended
abruptly and they dropped to the floor.
Morty stared intensely at the President, eyes roaming his face carefully, "Oh..
Oh jeez. Y-yo-you...I remember you." C-137 gasped. The President smiled kindly,
"I knew you would. We always recognize each other. Mortys can distinguish
between all other Mortys. Ricks could too, if they cared to try. But we care,
we know each other by name, dimension, and quirky, unique characteristics."
President Morty pulled a chair out for C-137 and sat down across from it, Rick
standing behind them with his arms crossed, looking terse, but remaining
silent. C-137 sat down, holding his drink and staring open mouthed at the
President, "H-how...how did you get... Here?" C-137 guestured to the room
around them. President Morty leaned back in his chair, "I just had to learn to
take control. Ricks raised us to think we were nothing but shields. Told us we
were 'as dumb as they come' and that we're sidekicks." Rick scoffed behind them
to no one's notice. "But then I found my voice. I found confidence to make use
of technology and science the same way Ricks do. And then I started telling
other Mortys that they could do the same. I gave them value, and they gave me
power."
"The one thing a Morty doesn't need." Rick hissed, striding over to them, "I
don't know who you think I am, but I'm not your Rick." He stated firmly. "You
really think so, Rick?" The President looked at him with a calm visage. Rick
hesitated. "You don't remember the day you abandoned me? You were so adamant
about the importance of the Megaseeds... Until we were cornered by carniverous
gigantiphibians." President Morty broke eye contact with Rick to look at C-137,
"Portaled off planet," he snapped his fingers, "Like that. I thought he was
going to get a weapon. Or get help. I thought he'd come back." The President
looked back at Rick with an easy smile, "He didn't." C-137 looked from the
President to Rick, hoping for an answer. Rick furrowed his brow, and seemed to
have had a revelation, "No. I didn't, I didn't come back for you, you psychotic
fuck." Rick spat. The President raised an eyebrow but didn't falter, "I'm sure
it's easier to supplement your memories than accept you failed at something.
Thankfully I survived the attack, and was found by another Rick. It didn't take
long for me to make good use of his lab and of him."
Rick rolled his eyes again, "What, did you turn him into a meat suit and start
wearing him to get elected?" C-137 looked at Rick, then to the President, "W-
wait, w-we-were you the one in charge? Th-the whole time?" President Morty
almost looked proud. He nodded, "I was. You're the only one to figure it out
alone. I can see why the others claimed you to be the One True Morty." Rick was
lost and irritated, "What the hell are you two talking about?" He interrupted.
C-137 looked at him, "Rick, this was the Morty that was with the Rick that
kidnapped us, and all those other Mortys. He puppeteered his Rick, the Morty
shield we saw around their lab was his doing... B-but why? Why would you do
that to them? To us?" Morty looked at the President with sad eyes. "Because it
would have happened anyway. If Mortys are going to be used like tools it might
as well be a Morty to profit from it. And profit I have." The President stood
and offered a hand to C-137, "But I could use your help. You could be a part of
the shift in power Mortys have so desperately wanted."
Rick looked from C-137 to the President. Their gaze was powerful and thick
tension hung in the air. "What if I refuse?" C-137 asked quietly, looking into
his glass. The President put a hand on his shoulder, "Nothing." Rick
interjected, "My ass! You can't honestly expect us to believe you've gone
through all this trouble just to let us go." C-137 looked annoyed at him before
answering, "If that's so then why did you hire M-43 to kill me?" President
Morty smirked, "I wanted to see if you would kill him in defense. But you
didn't. You're the One True Morty, you don't resort to violence the way others
do. You truly want to save everyone." He looked at Rick, "My question for you,
son, is will you save the Rick you thought was your own, knowing he's lied to
you all this time?" C-137 slowly turned to Rick, heart sinking into his stomach
as he realized the gravity off the revelation. Every special moment, every
sacrifice, the timeline split- when Rick gave up his collar for Morty, Rick
turning himself into the Federation to let his family go home to Earth, coming
back to help him save the telepathic gas that Krombopulos Michael was hired to
assassinate, the Jellybean incident. None of it was because Rick loved him, it
was because Rick had guilt weigh heavy on him for already failing his Morty.
His eyes filled with tears and he looked at the floor.
Carefully following the change of emotions on C-137's face, Rick realized his
grandson was buying into it. "God dammit Morty stop! Stop listening to this
twisted bastard! You're reconsidering every single second we've spent together
because one unstable Morty went on one adventure with me before you! He's not
my 'original' Morty, he's not my 'first' Morty, he was the Morty that I took on
my first Megaseed trip because I was afraid to take you. I didn't want you to
get hurt, Morty!" C-137 looked up at him, "But this crazy mother fucker put us
in the path of danger on purpose, he lured those monstrosities after us because
he likes to watch Ricks die!" The President laughed, "What Morty doesn't? After
everything you put us through? Making us slaves, experimenting on us, using us
as shields, using us as bait. Ricks are self destructive. I just helped guide
the worst of them to their own demise."
C-137 Morty stood, setting down his untouched drink. "I don't want to join you.
I want to go home." His voice was much more steady and confident than he felt.
President Morty nodded and strode back to his seat at the far end of the table.
He pressed a button on a console built into his arm rest and a sound came from
within Rick's labcoat. "Your portal gun is no longer being jammed. You may
leave whenever you're ready." He said, settling into his seat and facing the
window behind him. Rick looked at C-137 for an answer, but received nothing.
With a backward scowl at President Morty, Rick opened a portal back to the ship
and followed his Morty through.
Chapter End Notes
     There is a reason why President Morty let them go. I'll expand more
     next chapter. C:
***** Chapter 14 *****
Rick didn't attempt conversation when they got back to the ship. Or on the
flight home. It wasn't until the two were safely back home in the garage that
he tried to coax conversation out of Morty. "Ar-are you okay Morty?" He asked
to his grandson's back as he made to leave the garage. "I'm fine, Rick." Morty
dead panned. Rick grabbed his shirt by the back of his collar, "I'm serious
Morty, I want to talk about this, I can already tell you're taking this hard."
Rick pulled him back and turned him by his shoulder to face him. Morty didn't
meet his gaze. "We're fine Rick, there's nothing to talk about." He replied
quietly, shrugging Rick's warm hands off his shoulders. Rick furrowed his brow,
"Don't do this Morty. We both know I'm emotionally constipated enough to
repress plenty on my own, I can't let you start doing the same dumb shit as
me." Rick knelt in front of him, forcing Morty to meet his eyes.
Morty tried to blink back tears but they spilled down his cheeks anyway, he
swallowed a burning lump in his throat. With a steadying breath, he met Rick's
eyes, "Tell me the truth. Tell me all of it. Who am I to you?" Rick frowned and
gently cupped a palm to Morty's cheek, thumb brushing the tears away. "Morty
you're my grandson. Biologically, Dimensionally, and intentionally. Our first
adventure together was the Megaseeds harvesting. I wanted to take you but I was
worried you wouldn't be safe. I needed a Morty to hide m-myself from the
Federation, so I dropped by the Citadel and found a Morty to volunteer. That
little creep was all for it, I should have kn-known there was something wrong
if he was fine being pu-put in a dangerous situation. But I was desperate so I
l-let it slide. Everything went fine until we came across the gigantiphibians.
I-I was ready to avoid them entirely, fi-find another way down to the
Megatrees. That asshole had other plans. He snuck off while I scoped out the
place. He-he took one of their offspring, Morty. He took one of their egg sacks
and slipped it into my labcoat pocket." Rick looked at Morty with apologetic
eyes. "I realized why they were after me, and it wasn't hard to put together-
to f-figure out he'd done it. So I ditched him, the homicidal prick."
Morty looked at his grandfather but said nothing, trying to process what he'd
said. President Morty didn't dispute the fact that he killed Ricks. But the
residual pain of the confrontation was thick on his skin, and he didn't know
how to segway out of this. Rick did it for him, "Morty wh-why'd he let us
leave?" He asked with a distressed glint in his eye. Morty swallowed heard,
"Because... He knew he'd put a w-wedge between us. That's what he really
wanted. To make me miserable, and useless to you... And he knows I won't try t-
to stop him." Rick paused, "What do you mean?" Morty sighed frustratedly, "I
don't think he's doing anything wrong, Rick. I don't like that he's killing
Mortys b-but he's working for the greater good. He's making a place for Mortys
in a world of Ricks." Morty turned away to head to his room, waiting for Rick's
backlash. "Morty, he did-didn't put a wedge between us."
Morty paused at the garage door and looked back, surprised Rick wasn't drilling
him about his support of President Morty's activities. Rick was worried about
them, not everyone else. His heart throbbed with a confusing combination of
love and pain. He was relieved to know he was really Rick's Morty, but doubt
had already nestled in his chest of whether or not he believed Rick. His
sadness coupled with his fear and choked his emotions, leaving him feeling
empty and numb. "I need to get some sleep, Rick." Morty turned away and
disappeared through the doorway. Rick sighed, trying to determine if it was
best to give Morty space or to check on him. Who am I kidding, I'm not even
physically capable of leaving him alone. Rick rolled his eyes at himself and
followed Morty.
Morty tread his way upstairs to his room and opened his door, closing it
quietly behind him. He stalked over to his bed as he shed layers of clothes,
shirt, shoes and then jeans. Falling into bed with a grunt, Morty shimmied
under his blankets and rubbed his face on his pillow, trying to ease his mind
so he could hopefully get a few hours in. He exhaled an exhausted sigh as he
found a comfortable position on his stomach, hands supporting his head under
his pillow, when he felt a weight on top of him. Its warmth surrounded him and
compressed him into his bed, not uncomfortably. "You-you're not going to bed
like this. N-not after everything I've done, a-as far as I've gone to show you
how undeniably mine you are." Rick whispered into Morty's ear. The warm breath
sent a shiver down his spine, and Morty felt his body respond to the attention
against his will. "Rick we need sleep. We-we can talk tomorrow." He tried to
sound convincing, but wasn't certain he succeeded. Rick dipped his tongue into
the crook of Morty's neck, "I'm not tired." Morty definitely failed to contain
his reaction to the hot wet sensation on his skin, squirming under Rick.
Rick hummed a satisfactory noise feeling Morty's ass wiggle against his groin.
"You've been mine since day one, Morty. And you have been the only Morty to
have all of me." Rick rolled his hips against Morty's ass, feeling himself
harden as he thrust up. Morty whined into his pillow, frustrated at how easily
Rick distracted him, and how quickly his own dick reacted to the attention he
was receiving. "You-you know we're not the only ones that know what I've done
to you." Rick pulled the blanket down off Morty to run his hands down Morty's
back. He slipped the tops of his fingers into the hem of Morty's underwear.
Morty hummed in response. "The night you came to my room, after you had dinner
wi-with your family?" Rick pulled the briefs down, fingers grabbing Morty's ass
cheeks firmly. He continued, "While you had your perfect little m-mouth
wrappped around me," Rick pulled his cheeks apart, grinning wickedly at the
pink hole before him, "Your father walked in on us, and I made him watch." He
admitted with horrific pride as he slipped his tongue against Morty's exposed
entrance. "You what -!" Morty cut himself off with a gasp, Rick pressing his
tongue into Morty with skill. He worked in a few fingers before withdrawing,
purposefully stretching the hole in perpetration for his dick. "I wanna do it
again." Rick moaned as he stroked himself into Morty's asshole without warning.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Summary
     Some relaxing smut for your enjoyment
Morty balled his fists and spread his legs as Rick entered him, gasping weakly
as the head of Rick's dick brushed against his prostate. "Ooh, R-Rick..." he
cooed, angling himself up against Rick's pelvis. Rick laughed and squeezed
Morty's hips, "Mm, you liked that?" He thrust into the sensitive spot slowly
and purposefully. Morty's legs tremored, skin prickling with goosebumps as he
pumped the length of Rick's erection into and out of him. He found a steady
pace and kept it, his own dick swelling quickly with desire, which he moved a
hand to relieve when he felt Rick withdraw his entire length suddenly. "What-?"
Morty turned to see the cause of the loss of contact.
Rick was staring down at him with an aggressive look. Before Morty could open
his mouth, Rick grabbed his wrists and flipped him into his back. With a quick
movement four metal arms snaked from each bed corner and latched onto Morty's
limbs, "Rick! Wh-what the hell?" He protested to no avail, he was entirely
incapacitated. A familiar smug look crossed Rick's face, "Well, Morty, I think
I need to remind you who has the final say in our relationship about your
meaning to me. You let that other Morty get into your head too easily, and
everything about you belongs to me. Including your thoughts." Rick's dick
throbbed as he spoke, kneeling over Morty as he grinned down at him. "Wh-wha-
what are y-you going to do?" Morty fretted as Rick leaned back on his legs.
"Nothing." Rick smirked. Morty grimaced, "R-Rick! Y-y-you can't! Don't l-leave
me like this!" He cried as his own cock leaked between them. Rick stood and
shrugged, "I won't." He laughed as he left the room.
Rick slipped down the hallway to his room silently, searching his closet for
his box of toys. After only a moment of digging he found it, and selected a
choice few accessories to take back with him. As an after thought he grabbed a
box of wet wipes from the bathroom before returning to his grandson's room.
Morty was pulling against the restraints in such an enticing way, Rick knew he
wouldn't be able to contain himself long. Dropping his tools onto the foot of
the bed, Rick repositioned himself over Morty, "C'mon Rick, please jus-just do
something!" He begged, arching his back as he tried to make contact with any
part of Rick he could reach. Rick laughed and leaned away as he lubed his
fingers, picking up a small dildo and coating it as well, "I'm going to have my
fun first, Morty." He slowly inserted the silicone toy's short length and left
it there. Morty whined loudly, "I-its not big e-enough!"Rick laughed harder,
"Oho. I've spoiled you haven't I, kiddo?" Rick stroked his generous length in
front of Morty, a tantilizing few inches between the heads of their dicks.
Morty clenched his asshole around the small toy, desperate for any sense of
being full. It only made him yearn for more. He tried thrusting against Rick's
swollen, red cock but he'd only pulled away with a chuckle. "Pl-please Rick,
give me something! I-I need it!" Tiny glistening droplets of sweat gathered on
Morty's brow as his heart pounded in his chest. He could feel his face was
flushed and his wrists and ankles were aching uncomfortably against his
straining in their bindings. Morty couldn't stand this much longer.
Rick placed a knee on either side of Morty's ribcage and leaned up against the
wall with one hand. His other guided his dick to Morty's face, brushing it
against his lips, "Be a-a good boy, Morty." He had dropped his tone several
octaves. Morty complied right away and opened his lips, rolling out his tongue
for Rick to slide in on. When the head of Rick's pulsing cock hit the back of
Morty's throat he wrapped his tongue around the shaft and tightly sealed his
lips on it. Sucking as hard as he could, Morty created an intense pressure as
he pulled his head back. Rick grunted appreciatively and threw his other hand
onto the wall as well to steady himself. "Mm, fuck yeah, Morty. Ungh, you suck
grandpa so well." Rick moaned as the soft inside of Morty's cheeks and tongue
massaged his cock. "Good boy, Mo-ugh god yes. You must be horny, huh Morty?
Sucking me down so hard." Rick looked down at him. He nodded his head, slowing
down slightly to look up at Rick with a begging gaze.
With some hesitation, Rick pulled himself out of Morty's silky, wet mouth and
returned to the foot of the bed, much to Morty's chagrin. Rick slowly withdrew
the small dildo and Morty wriggled hopefully. Rick halted his movement with a
hard stare before slowly wrapping his long fingers around Morty's dick. Morty
sighed in relief as he was pumped lazily, satisfied to have any contact at all.
Rick leaned down and took Morty into his mouth, moving his tongue over the head
and then down the back of his shaft as Morty cried out and moaned without
reservation. Stroking his own member, Rick gave Morty a few more moments of
pleasure before releasing him, to which Morty protested, "G-god dammit, Rick!
S-stop teasing me!"
Rick laughed, "Did you want something, M-Morty? If you n-need something, al-all
y-you have to do is ask." His smug grin inflamed Morty's impatience but before
Morty snapped at him, he changed pace. Morty decided to play Rick's
manipulative game. As much as he'd love to tell Rick 'just fuck me already!',
he knew the fastest way to get what he wanted was to play his usual role,
Rick's favorite submissive partner in crime. Morty leveled with Rick's gaze,
"Please, Grandpa Rick... I need you inside me." He begged quietly, squirming
ever so slightly against the metal arms pinning him to the bed. Morty saw the
devious expression overtake Rick's face and felt deep satisfaction in the
reaction he got. Rick chuckled to himself darkly, "Oh, Morty. What have I done
to you..." He was hoarse with lust, pooling a generous amount of lube onto his
erection and lined himself up to Morty's warm ass hole. "You've learned how to
get exactly what you want from me." He thrust himself into Morty harshly, "Ugh,
f-fuck... Y-you're my one weakness." Rick admitted as he pulled himself out and
thrust in again as deep as he could fit and exhaled a satisfied groan. Morty
bit his lip and tightened his muscles around Rick, whining and panting as the
pace quickened inside him. Rick felt the extra pressure surround him and he
felt his balls seize up. He came against Morty's prostate with enough force to
trigger Morty's orgasm. They came down together, breathing heavily until their
heart races slowed. Rick withdrew himself and released Morty, handing him the
wet wipes before laying back onto the pillow with an exhausted sigh. Morty
tenderly cleaned himself and stuffed the dildo, lube and wipes under his bed
before snuggling up next to Rick and passing out. It bad been such a long day,
and the warm sense of security Morty got lying against Rick was more soothing
than any sleep aid.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Summary
     Morty don been caught in this one broh
Morty felt his conscious slowly surfacing from the depths of sleep. He became
aware of being wrapped up in something, long arms maybe. His face was buried in
something warm that tickled his nose. With a few more deep breaths Morty became
more awake, realizing Rick was sound asleep, holding him. A smile crept across
his face and he buried himself deeper in Rick's chest hair. His bliss was short
lived when he heard his bedroom door open.
Summer always hated when Rick took Morty on adventures without her, so when
she'd realized they'd been gone two days off planet together she had become
decidedly unhappy. Seeing the ship in the garage was all the motivation she
needed to confront Rick, but she'd found his room empty, so she'd decided to
take her hurt and frustration out on Morty. When she opened the door to find
her brother and grandfather cuddling, shirtless, in bed, her mouth had opened
soundlessly. Morty looked up at her and she saw his face pale. Neither spoke
for several seconds. Summer sighed, "Honestly I don't know what I expected."
She rolled her eyes and left the room, leaving the door open. Morty had to talk
to her before she talked to their mom.
Morty wriggled out of Rick's grasp with some difficulty, but without worry of
waking him. He was an incredibly sound sleeper. Morty found his discarded
underwear and a shirt, dressed quickly and closed Rick in his room. Padding
quietly down the stairs and into the living room, he addressed his sister who
was on the couch with a cup of coffee and her phone. "S-Summer, we were just-,
I-I was-" He stumbled over his loss of words but she cut him off, "Morty,
please. Don't patronize me, I'm not a gullible idiot. I am fully aware of what
I just saw." She put a hand up at him as she finished her text and sat down her
phone to look at him. Her face was unreadable. "I only have one question for
you and I need you to tell me the truth," she continued. Morty nodded as he
chewed the inside of his bottom lip. "Is what you are doing okay with you? Rick
isn't forcing you to do anything?" Summer was speaking very deliberately and
her expression became stern. Morty's eyes widened, struck silent with
disbelief. "N-n-no! I-I-I mean not i-in any way I don't like." He felt his
cheeks flush at his unintentional honesty. "Ugh gross Morty! Jeez, I just
wanted to make sure he wasn't hurting you, I don't wanna know about foreplay!"
Summer gagged and looked away. Morty couldn't help but laugh, "S-sorry Summer.
No, Rick hasn't hurt me, or taken advantage of me. I know it's not normal b-
" She cut him off once more, "Like I said, little bro, I'm really not
surprised. The amount of time the two of you spend together, and in highly
emotional situations while together, it was bound to happen eventually." Summer
shrugged and swapped her phone for the tv remote, sipping her coffee. "Y-you
won't t-tell- you won't say anything? T-to mom?" Morty felt his throat dry. His
sister didn't look back at him, "I don't have anything to gain by telling her
that her until recently estranged father is having sex with her underage son.
But mom's not stupid, Morty. That's all I have to say."
Rick stirred, bladder aching, groaning as he sat up slowly, head in his hands.
Massaging his temples, he opened his eyes and took a moment to realize he was
alone in Morty's room. He didn't want to admit how disappointed he was to wake
up alone, but he didn't have much time to mope. Morty entered the room
suddenly, hesitating when he saw Rick was up. "O-oh, uh. Morning." Morty said
awkwardly, closing his door behind him, "Um, moms not up yet, so breakfast
isn't ready or anything." He stood at his door, shuffling his feet. Rick looked
at Morty's bedroom clock, they'd only had a few hours of sleep. Rick snorted
tiredly and put his arms out, palms open, as if asking for a hug. Morty
furrowed his brow and his mouth dropped, but he approached nonetheless. Rick
snaked his arms around Morty's waist and pulled him back into the bed with
ease. He pulled Morty against him tightly and sighed comfortably. Morty let
himself be cuddled by his grandfather while he tried to determine if this was
real or not. Historically, Rick was not an affectionate man, so Morty felt
justified in his confusion. "More sleep." Rick grunted as he squeezed Morty
against his chest and buried his nose in Morty's curls.
Morty, while thoroughly enjoying the incredibly rare affection from Rick, he
still felt horribly anxious about his exchange with his sister. If she was that
unsurprised by finding them sleeping together how far behind her in thought was
their mother? "R-Rick, I should probably tell you... Summer knows... About us.
Sh-she saw us like this, earlier." Rick grunted at him in acknowledgment. Morty
looked up at him, "Seriously? You-you're not even a little bit worried?" He
asked, exasperated. Rick took a deep breath, "Morty if y-you're sister had
anything to gain out of narking on us I assure you she would. However,
shattering Beth's i-illusion of me as a perfect a-and infallible father w-would
only prevent Summer from ever joining us o-on another adventure, would take
away th-th-the only distraction you have - which distracts you from annoying
her - and would send your m-mother into an alcohol fueled depression so deep,
she-she'd not only take back your father but she'd make him the man o-of the
house just to replace me." He stuttered a yawned and rubbed a hand over his
eyes, "So, no, Morty. I'm not worried." Finding no valid argument, Morty
remained silent. Rick's fingers raked through Morty's hair and angled his head
up, taking Morty's mouth into a deep kiss. Thought process halted from the
sensation, Morty let himself be lost in it.
Successfully changing Morty's train of thought, Rick relaxed him with long,
languid kisses and strokes of his tongue. Eventually Morty dozed off again in
the comfortable warmth of Rick's arms. Extremely pleased with himself, Rick
settled in for a few more hours of sleep. He was on the precipice of slumber
when a low buzz from under his pillow woke him with a start. He clawed around
for the source and found Morty's cellphone to be the culprit. He lit the lock
screen and saw a text message from a contact named 'datboi'. Rolling his eyes
at his grandson's humor being so far behind the times, Rick unlocked the phone,
having figured out Morty's passcode ages ago. He opened the message and read
the most recent one, wondering what in this dimension was so important this boy
had texted Morty before the sun was up.
"Haven't heard from you in a few days. I'll take your silence as success ;)"
Rick furrowed his brow and scrolled through the last few days messages, finding
what looked to be the beginning of this conversation.
"Not that anyone says you're a ray of sunshine but you seemed out of it today.
Are you okay?" the friend had asked. Rick's stomach twinged with irritance at
the realization this could be the boy he'd found Morty in the car with.
"I'm fine. Just frustrated, y'know? Got a small taste and then had it all
ripped away." Morty had replied. Rick felt his irritation transform into
jealous anger.
"Just be patient, it'll be worth the wait ;P" his friend had said.
"God I fucking hope so. I have at least two holes that need filling." Morty had
bluntly responded. Rick felt the sudden urge to kick Morty off his own bed. He
kept reading instead
A few days later, "I need your help." Morty's shortest text yet.
"You know I got you. What's up?" his friend seemed eager. Rick hated him.
"I need you to help me make someone jealous." Rick screwed up his face, What
the fuck did that mean?
"Sounds poorly thought out and desperate. I'm in. Lol." Rick snorted at the
response.
"I want to set it up so we look like we're messing around and get caught. If
you can leave a hickey or something you get bonus points. He doesn't like when
other people leave marks on me." Rick felt his limbs go cold as he slowly
caught up.
"If said dude already feels a kinda way about someone leaving marks on you how
can you not already know they're dtf?" Rick thanked Summer for her shorthand
education she'd shared with him.
"Because it could just be protectiveness out of love and not sexual
possessiveness. I feel like this would help me be sure."
"Alright, I get it. I'm still in" he'd added a thumbs up emoji.
"You sure you don't care man? I know it's weird but it'll work." Morty texted
his co-conspirator.
"Anything to help one of us get out of the V zone." His friend replied
Rick looked down at the snoring figure below him. Morty had been a devious
little manipulater. He'd tricked Rick into making the first move by invoking
his wrathful jealousy. Rick was shocked and furious. He wanted revenge.
***** Chapter 17 *****
The sun split through the curtains shading Morty's bedroom and roused him from
his sleep. He could smell bacon frying and his stomach growled loudly as he sat
up and stretched. Morty slipped off his bed before remembering he hadn't been
in bed alone. Rick must have already gone down for breakfast, Morty reasoned as
he trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Morning, Mom." Morty yawned
as he sat at the table and poured himself some orange juice. Summer joined him
and took the juice after him, sitting next to Beth. "Good morning, kids! Isn't
it nice of dad to make breakfast?" She smiled into her coffee. Morty looked up
from his own cup and became aware he'd sat across from his mother when she was
usually the one to cook. He looked across the kitchen to see Rick in his slacks
and a gray sweater in exchange for his usual blue. Morty couldn't help but
appreciate how good Rick looked when he was sober and showered.
"Thanks, grandpa, it looks great!" Summer said as Rick he served their food.
"It really does, dad, thank you!" Beth agreed with a brilliant smile which he
returned, "You're welcome sweetie, j-just don't get too used to it." Rick
laughed as he brought Morty his plate before sitting down to his own. Morty had
been staring at Rick the entire time and had to mentally shake himself to
speak, "Ye-yeah. What they said. Th-thanks Rick." Rick flashed him a disturbing
and sinister grin as Morty shoveled a few forkfuls of food down. Summer and
Beth were pre-occupied with their food and missed the exchange. Morty had
already swallowed when he realized Rick was up to something, and it was
probably too late now to avoid whatever Rick was planning. "It's my pleasure,
Morty." He replied with a horrible self-satisfied smirk.
"After you finish breakfast you two need to get ready for school, okay? I'm
leaving early to sit in on a board meeting at the hospital." Beth said as she
flipped through a newspaper. Summer was looking at Rick and Morty, "Okay, mom."
She kicked Morty under the table to disrupt the two's staring competition.
Morty looked at her with his eyebrows raised in confusion, she jerked her head
at Beth and Morty reddened. He finished his food, knowing he'd find out his
demise soon, and excused himself from the table to go get dressed. Morty tried
to do a self evaluation, he didn't feel sick or tired or confused, he felt
fine. His skin didn't look unusual and his limbs were all accounted for, what
had Rick done? Morty prayed he could get through school without finding out. He
dressed and slipped on his white sneakers before realizing he didn't have his
phone. It wasn't on his nightstand or in last night's pants pocket. He tossed
his bed and found it quickly, opening it to see it was at his message thread
with Thomas. His eyebrows knitted together, he knew the last time he used it
he'd gone back to the home screen, and the most recent message he hadn't read
yet. His stomach sank. Rick had gone threw his phone.
Morty made it to school without incident and met up with Thomas outside of his
first class. "I need to talk to you." Morty demanded, pulling his friend away
from the class room and into the closest bathroom. The bell rang. "Woah, chill
Mort, what's the deal? I thought you were having a good weekend seeing as how I
hadn't heard from you since what, Saturday morning?" Thomas quirked an eyebrow
at him. "He went through my phone, he read our whole conversation and now he
knows everything." Morty wrung his hands. Thomas' smile dropped, "Oh shit. So,
what then? Are y'all done already?" Morty shook his head, "He's not like that.
I probably couldn't get rid of him now if I wanted." He laughed in spite of
himself, "But I'm definitely screwed. He's gonna do something to get even. He
might already have done something." Thomas didn't look convinced, "Dude you
sound paranoid. You'll be fine, just get through today and you can talk to him
after school." His friend soothed. Morty wasn't convinced but couldn't see what
other options he had. Thomas clapped a hand to his back and lead them into the
hallway, "We'll meet up at lunch okay?" Morty nodded. "When do I get to meet
this guy anyway?" Thomas added as they headed back to his room down the hall.
"Oh. Uh.. W-well...I guess n-next time we hang out..." He was lying through his
teeth but had no verbal escape besides agreement. Thomas nodded and ducked into
his first class, leaving Morty to go into first period math on his own.
Math class came and went without incident. Science was uneventful as usual,
though the beakers filled with chemicals kept his thoughts revolving around
Rick. The bell rang for the third time and he exited his science class to cross
the building for his English period when he suddenly felt his temperature rise.
His heart rate jumped as he worried whatever Rick had done to his food was
finally kicking in. Was he going to grow tentacles out of his arms? Or develop
bug-like pincers? Was it more serious than that? What if he went into a coma?
Or turned into a blood thirsty alien hybrid? Morty ran for the closest bathroom
and locked himself in a stall, panting and sweating as his pulse pounded in his
ear. What the hell was happening? He dropped his backpack and sat on the toilet
seat fully clothed, noticing what it was that had changed. His pulse was racing
and his internal temperature was skyrocketing because he was sporting the worst
erection he'd ever had. Rick had given him a stimulant. "Fuck."
Rick was working in the garage on a comically large gun, whistling to himself
as he carefully selected a new tool to readjust the grip. On his wrist, one of
his watches blipped at him. He looked at the time and chuckled, he knew the
drug would be affecting Morty by now. Setting down his tools, he wiped his
hands off on a rag before dialing in coordinates on his portal gun and leaving
the lab. He stepped into the hallway outside of Morty's chosen hideout just
after the hallways had cleared of students. Stowing his portal gun and opening
the door to the bathroom, Rick could smell Morty's deodorant and sweat. The
poor kid must be in hell right now, Rick thought, feeling victorious. He strode
down the line of stalls to the only one with a closed door and knocked, "M-
Morty, you can't be missing classes like this. Wha-what would your mom say?" He
laughed. Morty swung the door open and lunged at his grandfather hungrily. Rick
put a strong hand on his head and kept him at arms length, "Tsk tsk, Morty,
what's g-gotten into you?" Morty slipped out of his grasp and grabbed for
Rick's belt, only to be grabbed by both of his powerful hands and held back.
"God dammit, Rick! Wh-wha-what did you do!" Morty snapped as he fought for
freedom. Rick laughed even harder, "I slipped s-some alien aphrodisiac i-into
your scrambled eggs at b-breakfast!" His eyes watered, "Y-Yo-You're stuck like
this all day, kiddo!" Morty loathed how strong Rick's grip was at that moment,
"You-you can't, Rick! Please, how am I supposed to get through school like
this! Give me something!" Rick raised half his brow, "I wa-was hoping you'd say
something like that."
In one fluid motion Rick backed Morty into the stall and kicked the door closed
behind them, spinning Morty to face away from him. He bent Morty over,
releasing his arms so he could prop himself against the wall as Rick yanked
down his jeans and briefs. Morty's legs quivered with anticipation, sucking in
a shuddering gasp as he felt a lubed finger slick inside him before
withdrawing. It was replaced with something slightly thicker, but not nearly as
long. Morty turned his head as Rick pulled his pants back up and left the
stall. "Wh-what was that!" Morty half shouted in his frustration. "A vibrator."
Rick grinned and opened a portal, stepping a leg into it. He pulled a remote
out from his inside labcoat pocket and wiggled it at Morty, "And I've got total
control." Morty leapt at him, this time shouting entirely, "No!" But falling
into empty air. Rick was gone.
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter Summary
     Okay one more mind game before gooey fluff and then plot.
With extraordinary difficulty, Morty was able to align his erection in his
jeans so that it wasn't quite so obvious before shamefully stalking to the
cafeteria. Lunch wouldn't be for ten more minutes but there was no way he could
sit through class like this. He dropped into a table in the corner and shot a
text to Thomas.
"Cafeteria asap. He came to see me in between classes." Morty tapped his
message out quickly.
Thomas' reply took a moment to come, he couldn't text freely in class, their
teachers were always assholes about it. "O shit. K I'll be there in min."
Morty laid his head on his arms on top of the table and huffed a heavy sigh.
The vibrator inside him was small enough to not offer satisfaction but was
large enough to be uncomfortable to sit on. He wondered if he could get it out
on his own - or figure out how to wire it to turn on so he could get off in the
bathroom and be done with being sexually intoxicated. A buzz from his phone
pulled him out of his thoughts, he looked at it to see if Thomas had snuck out
of his class ahead of the bell.
"Hope you're not in the middle of anything important." It was Rick. Morty
furrowed his brow and replied quickly, a sliver of fear crop up in him. Now
what?
"Whatever you're planning, please don't." He begged, but could hear Rick
laughing in his head. He was definitely shit out of luck. Before a reply came,
an unexpected vibration shot him up from off the bench he was seated at with a
yelp.
Rick's reply came in immediately after. "Too late."
Morty felt a revival of desire flood his groin and he palmed the bulge in his
pants. He tried to get a hold of himself long enough to send one last plea to
his grandfather. "Can't you just torture me in person at home when I get out of
school?"
"Who said I'm not going to? I thought you liked playing games, Morty. You're
just mad I upped the ante."
The bell rang and another vibration erupted inside him, forcing out a small
moan. "I'll just get myself off without you." Morty retorted. Rick answered
immediately, "Go for it kiddo. Ain't gonna satisfy you like this Rick-Dick
will." Morty snorted angrily and shoved his phone back in his pocket, praying
no one sat near him as students flooded the cafeteria. Mercifully Thomas was
the first and only person to join him in the corner. "Hey man, what the hell
happened?" Thomas asked as he dropped his bag on the bench and sat down across
from Morty. Morty did his best to suppress his urges so he could think enough
to explain what had just happened. "He drugged me at breakfast, said it's
punishment for 'playing games'." Morty pressed his fingers into his eyes and
Thomas raised his eyebrows, snickering, "You can really pick 'em, Mort. Where
the hell did you find this guy?" Morty didn't answer that question for several
reasons. "So what are you gonna do? Can't you just rub one out in the bathroom
or something? He's not actually mad is he? Like he's not gonna try and kick my
ass is he?" Thomas was still struggling to not laugh.
Morty shook his head, "No, he could care less. He just doesn't like being
outsmarted." He sighed. "How'd he find out? Does he go through your phone a
lot? Cause that's not healthy." Thomas had finally contained his laughter and
was trying to be serious. "He uh, h-he stayed the night with me last night. I
think I was asleep when you texted me. We-we don't really have b-boundaries set
for that kind o-of stuff because of our r-re-relationship changing so recently.
He probably just checked my phone out of curiousity. He's a nosey asshole
sometimes." Morty clenched his jaw as he felt another vibration pulse. His
hands curled into fists, "I'm pretty pissed he's ta-taking it this far though.
He-he really underestimates me. I-If he'd rather play games I'm not above
stooping to his level." Morty swallowed before he went into too much detail. "I
don't think you guys being in this endless cycle of mind games is going to work
out long term." Thomas rested his chin on his hand. "It's n-not really
genuine... I-its more like fucked up f-foreplay." Morty pressed his fists to
his forehead. "Sounds healthy." Thomas chuckled, "Dude just skip. I'll tell the
nurse you got sick. Go exploit your partner."
Rick had made himself comfortable on the couch, a foot resting on the coffee
table and the other draped over the arm rest of the couch, rewatching the Ball
Fondlers movie on tv. He dozed off after the first act, he never heard Morty
sneak into the house, and up the stairs. With a few furious pumps, he relieved
a small bit of tension with an unsatisfying orgasm in the bathroom. He had
already devised a new plan to get exactly what he needed in the most over the
top and unnecessary manner - the Rickest Way possible. He changed out of his
usual clothes in exchange for his best fitting black skinny jeans, dress shoes
and white button down shirt. He had to spend several minutes adjusting his
quickly returning erection before he slinked back down the stairs.
Rick was snoring on the couch, flask in one hand, remote in the other. Morty
crept around to the back of the couch and opened Rick's labcoat, pulling out
his portal gun. It only took a few moments for him to remember the coordinates.
Morty opened a portal directly behind Rick, startling him awake. Morty tossed
the portal gun onto the couch next to Rick and jumped through the portal.
"Woah, w-what the fuck?" Rick stammered, staggering as he tried to stand. He
grabbed his gun and leapt over the back of the couch and the portal
exntiguished. "Ugh, Morty you piece of shit." He sighed, using the redial
setting on his portal gun and opening a portal to wherever Morty had gone. This
little asshole was such a handful. Rick chuckled to himself as he stepped
through. His little asshole was exactly why he put up with this shit.
***** Chapter 19 *****
Chapter Summary
     Plot to come soon!
Morty landed just outside a place he'd only heard about from other Morty's,
Ricks' Lounge. It was for like minded Ricks and Mortys that had crossed the
same boundaries as the C-137 duo. Not waiting for his Rick to catch up, Morty
ducked inside and paid the doorman in the foyer with some of the currency he'd
gotten from his various adventures. The larger Morty guarding the door stepped
aside and opened a dirty steel door. Soft neon pink light washed over C-137 as
he stepped inside to the Smokey and dimly lit room. There stages surrounded a
circular bar in the center, smaller private show rooms separated the cat walks.
Mortys and Ricks were coupled together in twos and threes every inch of the
business.
Morty made his way to the bar as he took in the scene, settling himself on a
stool and raising a hand to get the attention of a very well dressed Rick
behind the counter. He set aside the glasses he'd been rinsing and dried his
hands on a towel draped over his shoulder, "How you doin', kid." He smiled down
at Morty as he grabbed a glass and shoveled ice into it. "I'm fine, I could use
a drink though." Morty used every bit of his concentration not to stutter.
"Mhm. It your first time here?" The Rick asked as he turned his back to grab a
few bottles. "Is it that easy to tell?" Morty laughed nervously. The bartending
Rick returned to the counter in front of him with three bottles and an apple
slice, "No, you're pretty convincing actually. But I know my customers, and
I've never seen you here before." The bartender smiled at him, pouring a
combination of ingredients together into a tumbler before serving him a martini
glass with the apple slice on the rim.
Sipping the drink at first, Morty found he rather enjoyed the taste, "This is
great!" He toasted to the bartender, who returned the guesture with his empty
tumbler. "It's one of my personal favorites. So what brings you here, Morty?"
He leaned forward on his elbows. Morty snorted, "Looking to get what I can't
have from my Rick." The bartender Rick laughed, "You'll have no trouble with
that." He winked at Morty before moving on to the next customer. As it turned
out, he was quite right. Within minutes a Rick had taken the stool two places
down from Morty and ordered a drink. Only a few sips in the navy blue suited
Rick turned his attention to Morty, "How'd you feel about the election?" Was
his opening. Morty chuckled at the typical tactlessness of the Rick. "I can
take it or leave it. Politics aren't f-for me." He faced the older man. The new
Rick chuckled appreciatively, "Sounds like you spend a lot of time with a Rick.
Is yours not here?" The question seemed both serious and tentative. Morty
shrugged, "His business if he is." The game he was playing was a very stupid
and dangerous one, but he gambled on Rick constantly and he'd never been let
down before. The new Rick finished his drink and moved to the seat next to
Morty, "Well I take you aren't here on business, so you must be here for
pleasure?"
Morty felt his lust awaken and his blood rushed south quickly. "Depends o-on
what you're offering." He finished off his drink and licked his lips. The
suited Rick leaned forward and brushed his lips against Morty's, slipping a
hand up his thigh. His thumb brushed the tip of Morty's stiffening cock,
eliciting a sweet yet involuntary moan from the boy. The suited Rick seemed to
enjoy that, as he deepened the kiss before moving down Morty's neck. He undid
the top button on Morty's shirt and wrapped his lips over his collarbone,
causing Morty to squirm and shiver.
Rick landed outside a shady looking dive called Ricks' Lounge and immediately
rolled his eyes. What was Morty going to do, get wasted and strip on stage?
Entering the first set of doors and paying to get through the second, he
brushed shoulders with another Rick who appeared to work at the establishment,
judging off his vest and bowtie, as well as the towel on his shoulder. "Uh,
hey. My dumbass grandson seems to have come here in an attempt to piss me off.
Have you seen any lost looking Mortys?" C-137 asked. The bartender laughed,
"Yeah I have." C-137 raised half his brow, "Well where is he?" The bartender
put his hands on his hips, "You said he's here to piss you off?" C-137 crossed
his arms, "Yes where-" The bartender snickered and pointed over C-137's
shoulder, "Over there. Succeeding." C-137 about-faced in time to see another
Rick in an expensive suite slide the shoulder of his Morty's shirt off and dig
his teeth into the exposed skin. The sound Morty made in response got the
attention of several other Ricks in the area.
C-137 felt his vision darken as his head became light with fury. He didn't
actually remember taking the steps to close the distance between the entrance
and his Morty but when he had he grabbed the other Rick by his hair and jerked
him away from his grandson with little difficulty. "This one is mine." He
snarled before slamming the other Rick's face down with all of his strength
onto the bar counter, breaking his nose and knocking him out. The suited Rick
fell into a crumpled mess on the floor, yet none of this exchange grabbed the
attention of other patrons or employees. "What the fuck do you think you're
doing?" Rick snapped, turning back to Morty. "Trying to get some fucking
satisfaction!" His grandson spat back, "I-if you'd just given it to me when I-
I asked we wouldn't be here!" Rick couldn't even see the expression of anger on
his face. He was distracted by the swollen, pink lips that had been kissed by
the mouth of yet another piece of shit Rick, and the bite mark on the skin
exposed under Morty's shirt. His heart was pounding in his ears. This was the
last straw. "I'm done playing your petty games Morty."
Rick grabbed Morty by his throat and lifted him off his stool, throwing him
onto his back on the bar. "Wh-what are you-" Rick interrupted his grandson's
pleading query by forcing a red ball into Morty's mouth. One hand holding it in
place, Rick clipped the gag collar around the back of Morty's head. "No more
questions." His voice was flat and unfeeling, Morty began to wonder if he'd
gone too far. Making short work of the buttons on Morty's shirt, Rick climbed
onto the bar and straddled his grandson, shaking his belt open. The many Ricks
and Mortys had finally taken notice, and were all watching with rapt attention.
"I was saving this gag for tonight. I had big plans, Morty. But instead, I'm
going to teach you a new lesson." Morty shook his head below Rick, but his
grandfather's eyes were cold and empty. Rick released his generous length from
his pants and yanked Morty's down in one swift movement. Morty glanced around
and realized the entire club had stopped to watch them. Staff and customers
alike were staring hungrily as Rick spread Morty open and forced himself in
dry.
Morty cried into the gag at the pain but realized he still had some lube left
in him from the vibrator. The initial discomfort faded almost instantly as Rick
held Morty's legs up against his shoulders while he thrust down into him. Rick
groaned loudly as he buried his entirety in Morty's tight asshole, several
other Ricks nursing erections of their own as they watched. A few of the Mortys
were on their knees now, in front of various Ricks, pleasuring them while they
watched the scene in front of them unfold. "Ugh, fuck yeah," Rick grunted as he
felt Morty tighten his muscles to squirm. "You realize you brought this on
yourself, Morty? You know I'm fucking you in front of every other Rick that
would want you so they know you're spoiled on me? You're mine. Your dad knows
it, your sister knows it," Rick picked up the pace and leaned forward to pin
Morty's hands out of his way.
He snaked his tongue over one of Morty's nipples, sending shivers over a skin.
Rick saw Morty getting close to orgasm. He withdrew his dick completely, "Oh no
you don't, you shameless shit head. You don't get to cum yet." He snarled
loudly. Morty writhed and cried into the gag again, Rick growled in
satisfaction as he watched. When Morty stilled he thrust himself in again and
regained his previous speed. "If I take that gag off of you will you be a good
boy Morty?" His voice was beginning to rasp from his panting. Morty nodded
vigorously. "Are you going to be good for grandpa Rick? Are you going to beg
for him?" Rick raked his teeth the length of Morty's collarbone and bit down in
several places, sucking hickies to the surface every few inches. Morty whined
into the gag and Rick finally relented, releasing Morty's hands to removed the
gag collar. Morty took a few gasping breathes until Rick angled himself to
thrust into Morty's g-spot, which caused Morty's breath to hitch as he tried to
speak. "God dammit Rick, please just fuck me! I-I need to cum, I need to feel
you cum in me, I've wanted it all god damn day, please!" Rick looked at the
room and savored all the many Ricks unfaltering gazes as he forced himself as
deep as he could go, brushing against Morty's prostate once more before he
unloaded himself into his grandson's tightly swollen asshole with a loud,
unabashed moan of immense pleasure. Morty cried underneath him at the sensation
of being filled with the thick warmth of Rick's sperm, releasing his own orgasm
in tandom.
Rick collapsed on top of Morty with a sigh, firing a portal onto the floor next
to them, and rolling off the bar, Morty in hand, into it. The fell together
onto Morty's bed. "God damn that was good." Rick sighed as he pulled himself
out of Morty and laid back. Morty didn't speak for a moment, catching his
breath and trying to stop the shaking in his legs, "It was embarrassing." He
said finally. Rick cackled, "Tell that to your dick, you've never been so
fucking horny in your life." Morty sat up and glared at him, "Cause you drugged
me!" He protested. Rick leaned up on his elbow and rested his face on his hand,
"That wore off by the third vibrator pulse. Everything after that was all you
broh." He looked so unbelievably smug Morty wanted to be sick. "You better quit
your shit with other Rick's, though. The next one I see even touching you, I'll
disintegrate his head." Rick changed his tone completely. Morty felt a little
guilt creep up in him, "You have no trouble controlling me. You're smarter than
I am, y-you're stronger than I am. I have no control at all. Over either of
us." He admitted ruefully. Rick rolled his eyes and tucked himself back into
his slacks before grabbing his grandson and pulling his small frame on top of
him. "Morty you have a lot more control over both of us than you realize. I've
destroyed worlds for you, Morty. I've crossed planes of existence and
dimensions, and put myself in prison to take care of you. I-I've never been one
to open up because life constantly shits on me, bu-but I love you. I love
this." He squeezed Morty tightly. Morty's eyes widened and he looked up at
Rick, "Y-you-... I love you too, Rick." His grandfather took his gaze and
kissed him deeply, holding him in a desperate embrace that unveiled a side of
need in Rick that Morty had never gotten to see before.
***** Chapter 20 *****
Chapter Summary
     I can't stop loving these two
Rick and Morty exchanged lazy kisses for a few hours until Morty got another
text, drawing them both from a comfortably sleepy state of mind and returning
Rick to his frustration. "You tell you're friend to suck my nuts for helping
you." He huffed. Morty snorted, "I thought that's my job." He unlocked his
phone to read the message.
"How'd it go?" A simple question.
Morty laughed and opened his front facing camera. It focused on his neck and
collarbone, the screen reflecting numerous hickies across Morty's throat. He
snapped the picture despite Rick's arm and chest being in view, and sent it,
"He 'taught' me a lesson." Morty added as caption, letting Rick see him reply.
Thomas sent a video call request and Morty accepted, angling the camera away
from Rick's face before he did. "DUDE HOW OLD IS THIS GUY" Thomas bellowed when
he answered. "You don't want an answer to that, kid." Rick said from off camera
when Morty opened his mouth to lie. Thomas' jaw dropped, "Holy shit man!" He
laughed in disbelief, "It's a pleasure to not meet you, Rick." He raked a hand
threw his hair, "Morty this is wild." Morty chuckled nervously, "We, uh, w-we
made up." Thomas snorted, "Oh yeah? I thought you just fell on some stairs or
something." He raised an eyebrow at Morty's neck. Rick slipped a thumbs up into
view, Thomas laughed again. "Okay well I'll leave you two to it, I don't want
to witness anything incriminating." He waved and disconnected
*
A bloody nosed Rick stood, wavering on his feet, in the conference room of
President Morty. Across the room from him sat the President, who wore a patient
smile. The navy blue and blood stained suit wearing Rick approached. "You're
right about them. Especially about C-137 Rick. Very possessive. Very jealous.
It wouldn't be difficult to exploit." He said, guesturing to his face. "I'll
keep that in mind. Thank you." President Morty said from his chair. "Are you
not more concerned about his Morty? Wouldn't he be the one Morty to try and
sabotage your plans?" The Rick seemed frustrated at his relaxed reaction. "You
do not know him like I do. As all Mortys do. I can assure you he doesn't see me
as a villain, or enemy." The President stood and walked to the suited Rick,
handing him an envelope of currency. "Thank you for your cooperation." The
President nodded before waving a hand at the door. Blood dried on his face,
nose disfigured, the Rick left, clutching his reward.
*
Having the house to themselves, Rick and Morty took advantage of the privacy to
christen the living room. Rick had expertly sucked Morty off on his bed after
the video call and the two had gone downstairs to watch tv, but ended up
getting distracted. Morty had laid his head in Rick's lap as they settled in on
the couch and was happily immersing himself in the alien game show on tv while
Rick was staring at Morty's mouth, calculating the proximity of it to his dick.
His mind trailed off into his memory of the first time he made Morty blow him.
It had been the single most thrilling moment of his long and usually miserable
life. Time after time the soft warmth got him off so easily. He was stiffening
under Morty's cheek. Rick caved when Morty unwittingly nuzzled his face into
his head. "Sorry Morty bu-but Grandpa needs s-some relief." He apologized as he
pulled his belt and waistband down enough to free his erect prick. Morty didn't
hesitate to slip onto his knees on the floor before Rick and lave the pooling
precum off the tip. Rick inhaled a sharp gasp and knotted his fingers in
Morty's hair. Morty looked up at him and gently swirled his tongue around
Rick's head before wrapping his lips over it. "Ugh, god damn, M-Morty. It's s-
so good." He breathed, opening his legs further and adding a small amount of
pressure on the back of Morty's head. A few more teasing licks and then Morty
engulfed him, Rick feeling his cock slam into the back of his grandson's
throat. "Oh-h, f-fu-uck..." Rick stuttered.
Summer had gone straight from school to her job at the coffee shop. It wasn't
until only an hour before her mother was supposed to be home did she herself
arrive. She dropped her purse on the washing machine in the garage, having come
in through the open garage door. As she rounded the corner she heard the tv,
and someone's voice. Summer raised a brow as she headed for the living room,
realizing she was hearing moans. Before her mind could reach a conclusion to
the cause she saw it. Rick's head hanging over the back of the couch with his
elbows, legs spread wide with Morty nestled between them, head bobbing. She was
speechless for over a minute, not exclusively because of what she was seeing
but the fact that these two morons were stupid enough to do this in the living
room when their mom was due home. Summer cleared her throat theatrically.
Morty popped off of Rick and turned where he knelt to see his sister. Rick
didn't look up, "Morty, if that's Beth- just take the plasma pistol in my
pocket and kill me." He sighed, waving a hand to show defeat. Summer wore a
more annoyed than angry look, but had to smirk at her own joke when she said,
"So much for the 'ghost of his dick'." Morty stood indignantly, balling his
fists, but Rick looked up at the sound of her voice and stuffed himself back in
his pants quickly, "We were watching tv and got distracted." He muttered with a
shrug. Summer crossed her arms and cocked a hip, "Getting distracted by the
mouth of your underage grandson on your dick isn't a good habit to keep,
grandpa." Morty finally found his words, "S-Summer shut the hell up. Be-between
the microverse battery bullshit a-and the time freeze after the h-house party
I'm basically seventeen." Rick glanced at Morty, reflecting on both adventures;
they'd frozen time for six months, and spent four or five in the 'teeny-verse',
coupled with Morty having been a few months into his 15th birthday before all
that, he was pretty close. Summer rolled her eyes, "Look just stop fucking
around on the couch. Mom's gonna be home soon." She snapped and stormed off.
Rick took a swing from his flask as he strode for the garage, curling a finger
at Morty to follow.
***** Chapter 21 *****
Chapter Summary
     Fluffy smut for you all! Also Summer being the ship MVP, I truly love
     her character.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Morty followed Rick into the garage and shut the door behind them. Rick dropped
into his work chair and held out his arms for Morty to join him. Morty couldn't
help but smile as he let himself be pulled into Rick's lap, Rick gently tilting
his head aside so he could massage the sensitive skin of Morty's shoulder with
his tongue. Morty crooned and slid his arms around Rick's neck and relaxed
against him. They were both quietly enjoying Morty rutting against Rick's lap,
when suddenly Summer's voice hollered from the living room. "Mom's bringing Dad
home for dinner so put your pants back on!" Rick groaned dramatically, "God
dammit. Why is your mother so persistent in trying to fix her marriage?" He
helped Morty slide off his lap and stand. "C'mon, Rick, she's just trying to do
the right thing." Morty said quietly. Rick stood and took Morty's hand, "I
know, Morty, but I'm paternally obligated to hate Jerry. Do you want to eat
with your mom and dad?" He offered as he lead them out of the garage. "N-not
really. I'd rather spend today with you." Morty said shyly.
Rick smiled down at him, "Want to try my favorite pizza?" Morty's face lit up,
"Pizza sounds awesome!" Rick chuckled and opened a portal, "Take the cable box
to your room and hook it up to your tv. I'll be back in a flash." He said
before disappearing. Morty smiled to himself and headed for the living room,
unplugging the upgraded cable box. The front door opened, "Morty, Summer, I'm
home! Come say hi to dad!" Beth called. Morty gathered up the cords and cable
box and made for the stairs, "Hi mom, hi dad!" He greeted them as he started up
the staircase. "Hey, son, where are you going?" Jerry asked timidly, "Aren't
you going to join us for dinner?" "Oh, uh. No, me and Rick were gonna get pizza
and watch tv in my room..." Morty said nervously. Beth put her hands on her
hips, "You better not trash your room, Morty, I don't want anymore of your
alien left overs to become sentient again." She gave him a stern look before
hanging up her purse and heading into the kitchen, passing Summer as she came
to greet her father.
"You... Are spending the night with Rick in your room..." Jerry started,
rubbing the back of his neck. Summer looked up from her phone at her father,
eyes wide. Jerry glanced at her, she looked to Morty questioningly, he nodded
ever so slightly. "We both were, dad. It's the season premiere of Ball
Fondlers: Origins." Summer looked back at Jerry with false excitement. Jerry
didn't looked relieved but seemed convinced, "Oh- okay. Well come down to say
goodnight okay?" He smiled weakly before following Beth's path to the kitchen
to help with dinner. Summer watched him 'til he was out of earshot before
rounding on Morty. "What the hell, Morty! Does the whole planet know?" She
whispered, exasperated. Morty frowned, "It's just you two. I don't know how dad
found out, but Rick had mentioned it before." Summer pinched the bridge of her
nose, "Morty don't you realize if dad knows its only a matter of time before he
tells mom, right?" Morty readjusted his grip on the cable box, "If he was going
to don't you think he would have by now?" He furrowed his brow at his sister.
Summer crossed her arms, "Look little bro, I can kinda understand why this
fucked up relationship started between you and grandpa Rick, and dad might be
too much of a pussy to say anything, but if mom finds out she'll put a stop to
it with finality that even Rick can't fight. You need to be more careful, if
what's going on makes you happy then you need to act like you have something to
lose." With that, she passed him on the stairs and went to her room.
Rick had stood in line a solid twelve minutes to get this pizza. It was his
favorite in the multiverse, the sauce to topping ratio was perfect and the
alien meat and seasonings blend together beautifully. After grabbing the pizza
and some bread knots he portaled back to his room to change into sweatpants and
a t-shirt. Balancing the food boxes on one hand he reached for his door before
doubling back to his nightstand to grab an odd, glowing piece of sculpted
glass. When he entered Morty's room Morty was already in his pajamas and
flipping through channels, sitting cross legged on his bed. "Hope you're ready
to have your life changed." Rick said as he set the boxes in front of his
grandson and opened the larger one. Morty's eyes widened and he inhaled the
smell, stomach growling. Rick climbed into bed and grabbed a piece for Morty
and then himself, scalding his mouth with the piping hot sauce but eating it
anyway with an indulgent moan. Morty was more careful to wait for his slice to
cool down before he dug in. The flavor was incredible, the sauce was almost
familiar to tomato sauce, but much bolder - almost spicy. The cheese was smooth
and stringy as he pulled his first bite away, Morty closed his eyes and enjoyed
the many flavors.
After polishing off over half the pizza and all of the bread knots, Rick laid
back on one of Morty's pillows to digest, grabbing the remote and flipping
through a few hundred channels before finding Ball Fondlers. Morty finished his
last slice and situated himself against Rick's side while still able to see the
tv. Rick draped an arm around him and slid his hand just under the hem of
Morty's night shirt. There was a marathon of last season's episodes leading up
to the new season premiere, naturally Rick struggled to stay focused on the
show. He'd been absent-mindedly stroking his thumb across Morty's stomach but
found himself thinking about how soft his skin was. Rick's gaze drifted from
the tv to Morty's neck. From the hickies Rick had trailed across his collarbone
to the tender flesh under Morty's ear. He turned to spoon Morty and buried his
face in the crook between Morty's neck and shoulder, gently licking and kissing
his way up to the ear lobe. Morty giggled, "R-Rick that tickles!" He squirmed
as Rick tightened his arms around him. Rick hummed an acknowledgement but
continued his soft kisses and bites.
Jerry and Beth sat at the dinner table, eating wordlessly, occasionally sipping
their wine. Beth had tried to make a few attempts of conversation but Jerry was
so preoccupied with his thoughts that he couldn't hold a topic long enough to
make any contribution. His mind was carrying him away with what awful things
Rick must have been doing to Morty since he moved in, fretting whether or not
he'd done similar things to Summer, and wondering if he could convince Beth to
believe him about the situation. "Jerry?" Beth said loudly, putting a hand on
his. He was pulled from his absorbtion, "Hm?" She looked concernedly at him, "I
asked if everything was okay?" Jerry stared at her, trying to gather the
courage to tell her, "Beth... Rick has been... He and Morty-" Beth waited
patiently for him to finish his thought as he felt his strength fail. "I... I'm
glad he's been helping you... With the kids." He finished lamely. Beth smiled
at him, "Thank you, Jerry." She squeezed his hand. They finished dinner with
her explaining why she'd been at work so much, something about a promotion. But
Jerry just wanted to see the kids without their mom or Rick, so he could talk
to them. He and Beth cleaned the kitchen and she gave him a kiss goodnight on
the cheek before she went to shower. Jerry could hear the tv upstairs and knew
Morty and Summer weren't coming down to say goodnight. He sighed, reserving
himself to what he would say to convince his kids that Rick was bad, as he
climbed the stairs again.
Summer heard the top stair squeak and she leapt off her bed, exiting her room
and meeting her father in the hallway before Morty's room. "Summer? I thought
you were watching tv with your brother and Rick?" Jerry said from the top
stair. Summer had her arms out, blocking the hallway. "Oh Summer... You aren't
a part of this, are you?" He looked deflated. "What? Ew! no! But I know what's
going on. With them and with you and I'm not going to let you start another
fight." She propped a hand on one hip and guestured and her father with the
other, "How did you find out about this anyway?" She jabbed a thumb at Morty's
door. "I walked in on- on-" Jerry hesitated. "I don't need details, dad."
Summer put a hand up at him before he elaborated. "What about you?" He asked,
rubbing his arm uncomfortably. Summer rolled her eyes, "Same." Jerry looked
disgusted, "How long has this been going on?" He demanded. "As if I know. Long
enough though. Really, dad, I don't know why you're surprised. You've known
from the start that they have a weird relationship." Summer dropped her
irritated disposition, "They're all either of them have that's constant." Jerry
looked at her with an open mouth, "You're okay with this?!" He almost raised
his voice. "If you're asking me if I'm an incest advocate or if I like the idea
of Morty being with a senior citizen, no, I'm not. But I know Morty, dad,
better than you and Mom. And I know Rick. This was bound to happen- Morty
doesn't have the social skills to find anyone else. Even if he did he wouldn't
be satisfied by them because his life with Rick has so much more to it. Rick is
a desperate, depressed and lonely addict. He needs someone to see the good in
him, to be wowed by him, to take care of him. Morty does all of that for Rick,
and more. In my opinion this is the best case scenario."
Summer strode to her father, "You don't have to agree, or understand. But if
you're going to try and do something about it, you better be ready for it." Her
face offered more warning than her words as she passed and went downstairs,
"I'm going to Grace's. Think about what I said." Jerry waited 'til he heard her
close the front door and lock it before he closed the distance between himself
and Morty's bedroom door. He could only hear rapid fire gunshots and explosions
with metal music as he opened the door slowly. Morty was laying on his back,
Rick next to and leaning over him, Morty's arms around his neck as he kissed,
licked and nipped his way along the soft skin under him. Rick had an arm under
Morty's shoulders, his other hand on Morty's stomach, night shirt pulled up,
fingers trailing the waistband of his pants. Soft moans and whimpers came from
Morty's lips as Rick's hand dove under his boxers, fingers carefully wrapping
around his dick. Jerry felt nausea return as it had the first night he'd caught
them, but found his feet cemented to the floor, struck still in his disgust and
shock. Rick stroked Morty to a full erection and slowly pumped him as he
writhed in excited pleasure. Taking a brief pause to wet his fingers, Rick
slowly inserted them one digit at a time to prepare Morty. His grandson moaned
loudly as he felt Rick's middle finger ghost against his prostate. Jerry felt
both disgusted and intrigued, he'd never explored his own body, much less
another man's, he wondered how Rick knew what to do.
Rick had seen Jerry open the door, the man was incapable of being subtle, but
Rick continued his endeavor anyway, knowing Jerry would be too fearful of him
to try and stop it. Pleasuring and defiling Morty in front of his own father
was such a delicious power move, it satisfied Rick almost as much as the actual
act. He was still in the mood to be tender though, he'd been so hard on Morty
for most of their sexual encounters, he enjoyed the opportunity to be gentle
instead. Eliciting sweet and soft moans from Morty, Rick decided he'd prepared
him well enough and slipped his sweatpants' waistband down, releasing his
substantial member and pulling Morty onto his reclined lap, laying his back on
Rick's chest. Inserting himself slowly, Rick could see out of his peripheral
vision that Jerry was still watching, he grinned into a kiss he offered Morty
as he fit the whole length of himself into Morty's warm asshole with a groan
from both of them. With slow and purposeful thrusts, Rick kept Morty's head
tilted back as he showered him with kisses and small bites on his lips and
throat. Morty started bucking down on his own, trying to quicken the pace. Rick
chuckled and brushed his tongue against Morty's, matching his speed. Morty
whined and gripped Rick's arms tightly as he fucked into him harder, the two of
them starting to sweat as their breathy moans and panting became heavier. "Mm,
you feel so good, baby." Rick buried his face in Morty's curls as he rested his
head on Rick's shoulder. Morty bit his bottom lip and dug his nails into Rick
as he neared the edge. "Come on, Morty. Cum for me." Rick whispered, wrapping
long fingers around Morty's twitching erection again. It only took a few
strokes and one deep thrust to get him there, crying out as he did, "Oh God,
Rick!" Morty's eyes were screwed shut as he felt Rick stiffen inside him at the
sight of him coming undone. Rick locked eyes with Jerry as Morty cried out his
name again, releasing his own orgasm within Morty's depths.
Chapter End Notes
     I saw some tweets from Justin about there canonically being Ricks and
     Mortys in healthy relationships somewhere in the universe. It made me
     feel things.
***** Chapter 22 *****
Chapter Summary
     A little more fluff and a character introduction :)
Lingering satisfaction of fulfilling his threat to Morty to fuck him in front
of his father left Rick riding the post sex high into the following day while
Morty was at school. Rick was shuffling about the garage, looking for useless
devices he no longer used to breakdown and repurpose them. He had rediscovered
an old prototype for a robot butler which tried to recreate the matrix after
deciding it was a slave, an automatic vacuum for hazard waste that had tried to
clean up an open portal and accidently sucked alien tentacles into it, and for
some reason an antique rotary phone, curled cord and all. He sat down at his
bench with a few tools, adjusted his lamp, and grabbed the rotary phone before
he was interrupted with a knock at the exterior garage door.
"I don't have any standards at all, Mort, you're overestimating my character."
Thomas was saying as they strode out the front doors of their school. "It's
really unconventional. I don't think it's worth telling you and losing the only
friend I have at school." Morty sighed as the two set out on foot toward
Morty's house. Thomas wouldn't relent, "I'm just gonna follow you home and
harass you 'til you either tell me or they come over to assault you again." He
snickered. Morty self consciously adjust the collar on his shirt, "Shut up," he
rolled his eyes, but didn't argue further. If it came down to it and Thomas
found out, Morty could just have Rick scare him into silence. It seemed to have
worked for his father.
The garage door creaked and groaned as it lifted, Rick standing with crossed
arms while waiting for it to reveal the visitor: a blue alien woman with three
yellow tipped antenna. "Hello, Rick." She smiled and stepped into the garage.
Rick's arms unfolded, "Unity?" his jaw dropped. She wore a timid smile, "I know
things didn't end well... So, I wanted to come talk." Unity offered opened
palms. "Uh, okay..." Rick hesitated before regaining his composure, "Sure. W-
welcome to my humble abode." He motioned for her to take his work chair. She
accepted and sat, staring up at him as he leaned against the bench next to her.
There was a lengthy, awkward silence.
"What did you want to talk about?" He asked at last, pulling a flask from a
drawer between them and ingesting half of its contents. He didn't want to face
this conversation sober. "We don't have to be so formal, Rick. I just wanted to
see how you were, how we were." Unity spoke softly. Rick shrugged
uncomfortably, "We're fine, Un. I mean getting dumped by a whole planet sucked
but it's not the worst thing to happen to me. You don't have to feel bad for
me." His tone was involuntarily defensive. Unity frowned slightly, "This isn't
pity, Rick. I love you, and I want you to be okay. And I don't want you to be
mad at me..." Rick took another swig from his flask before glancing down at
her, "R-Really, Un, we're okay. I'm glad you're not still tore up about it, a-
and I've found s-someone, myself, so," Unity cut him off, "You're seeing
someone else? More than just a sex thing?" She sounded disbelieving. Rick
nodded with a small but proud smile. "Wow. I guess I didn't think you could
manage a normal relationship..." Unity admitted. "Well I wo-Ugh-wouldn't say
it's normal," Rick emptied his flask, "Bu-but he knows how to handle m-my-my
bullshit." Unity tilted her head, "He?" He quirked an eyebrow at her, "That's
not news to you." Unity inclined her head, "It's not that - I, I just... Didn't
expect you to be open to more than just a wild one night stand with a male..."
She chose her words very carefully. Rick waved a hand at her, throwing off his
balance and almost throwing him onto the floor. "Th-thi-this is different. A-
and k-kinda compliUGHcated."
Morty entered his house and dropped his backpack in the foyer, Thomas following
suit and closing the door behind himself. "I'm home!" Morty called out to the
house at large. No one answered. Thomas slouched, "So I don't get to meet him."
Morty laughed, "You will, he's probably just in the garage. If he's not
watching tv or in the garage, he's not here." He explained as he lead Thomas
through the living room and kitchen to the garage. Morty opened the door to
find Rick, but not alone. Sitting next to him was the entity Morty recognized
as Unity in her preferred vessel. His neck felt hot with a suspicion. Morty had
liked Unity by the time he left her world, but when he stopped to check on Rick
before school the next day, he'd found his grandfather completely wasted and
unconscious in front of his disintegration ray. Rick had never spoken of it, so
Morty never asked, but he knew well enough. His fists balled subconsciously,
"Rick?" He managed to announce himself with an even mood in his voice.
Rick and Unity glanced up from their conversation. Rick noticed Morty first,
then his guest. The boy from the drive in. His heart choked a beat and his
veins felt cold. "Morty?" He failed to keep the accusatory tone out of his
acknowledgement. The boy clapped his hands over his mouth, "Ho shit Mort." He
looked from Rick to Morty, and threw his hands up over his head, "Oh shiiit!
Your grandad is Rick?!" The boy laughed. Morty punched his shoulder without
breaking Rick's stare. He'd heard the questioning influx in Rick's response,
knowing his grandfather was implying his own concerns about the new comer. Rick
glared at Morty, wondering why he'd brought his friend to the house, willing
himself not to assume Morty was interested in the boy, but feeling the fear
wriggle in his stomach nonetheless. Morty looked at Unity and tried to smile,
"Hi, Unity. I'm glad you're doing okay." Unity had been staring between Rick
and Morty the entire exchange and stood finally, after being addressed, "Rick
you can't be serious!" She stood between Morty and Rick as she faced the
latter, "That's horrible! It's manipulative and cruel, Rick, even for you!
This- this is abuse!" Unity cried, pointed at Morty's hickies. He furrowed his
brow and crossed his arms. Rick found another bottle of liquid in his desk and
took a gulp before resting his free hand on his hip, saying nothing. "He's so
young! He's not old enough to know what he wants and what's good for him.
You're supposed to take care of him and protect him! Not take advantage of
him!" She continued, eyes threatening to overflow with tears, "I can't believe
you'd do something like this!" Rick sipped his mysterious drink again and
waited 'til she was finished speaking, breathing heavily from her impassioned
speech. Rick looked at Morty around her and raised half his brow, pointing at
her with a finger from the hand around his flask.
Morty stepped around Unity and in front of Rick to face her. "Unity if anyone
here is guilty of manipulation it's me. I purposefully tricked Rick into having
sex with me because I wanted it." Morty jabbed a finger her direction, "Rick
tried to avoid me and ignore my advances. I went so far as to enlist a friend
from school to help me trap him." Thomas poked his head around her and waved,
"Doting cohort in chief, at your service." He grinned. "So if you'd like to
lecture anyone about boundaries and abusive behavior, talk to me. I extorted
Rick into fucking me and kept coercing until he decided to keep doing it on his
own." Morty glowered at her. Unity was silent for several seconds before Rick
opened a portal next to her, polishing off the last drops of his drink. With a
disgusted and defeated face, Unity disappeared into the green glow. Rick
pocketed his portal gun and looked at Thomas, "You better not touch my grandson
again or I'll skin you alive and bury you in salt." Thomas chuckled,
"Charismatic best friend, not love interest. Morty doesn't have the parts I
look for in a partner. Except his humor. And his curly hair. And dreamy
eyes..." He laughed when Rick narrowed his eyes at him and Thomas backed toward
the door to the house. Morty rounded on his grandfather, "What the hell was
that?" He finally let his guard down after Unity left and his face had reddened
quickly. "Sh-shu-shut up Morty." Rick wavered where he stood, "Thomas go watch
tv. There-there's infinite channels, ke-keep yourself occupied for a bit." He
ordered. Thomas glanced at Morty, who nodded with an annoyed shrug, and exited
the garage hastily.
Rick had Morty pinned against the door the second it shut, hungrily kissing him
as Rick's hands wrapped around his waist. "Th-that waUGH-was pretty fucking
hot," Rick laughed and slipped his tongue into Morty's mouth. Morty hesitated
before letting himself enjoy the kiss. He was still mad about Unity being alone
with Rick but he was getting plenty of attention despite her visit. "She can't
just c-come back for you when she decides it's what she wants. You-you're
supposed to be mine now." His words were uneasy. Rick picked Morty up and
carried him to his work chair where they plopped down together, "Hm, I kinda
like it when you say that Morty. Calling y-you mine gets my dick plenty hard
bu-but seeing you get jealous? Tha-that-that's a rare treat." Rick crowed as he
massaged his thumbs into Morty's hips. Morty smiled nervously, "Well... You
are. You're not for her, or another Morty. You're mine." He said simply. Rick
hummed in satisfaction as he nibbled on Morty's shoulder gently. He kissed his
way back to Morty's mouth and dragged his fingers through Morty's soft yet
dense curls. "Mm. We-we can do m-more of this later," Rick leaned back at last,
"R-right now I need to be embarrassing y-Ugh-you in front of your friend out
there." Morty nodded, despite the growing heat in his groin, but brushed his
lips against Rick's one last time before standing, "I love you, Rick." Rick
stood and smiled a tipsy smile down at Morty," I love you too."
***** Chapter 23 *****
Chapter Summary
     I'm so sorry but this is just filler. The next chapter will be SO
     MUCH PLOT though
Thomas had taken up residence in one corner of the couch with the remote in
hand and a pillow on his lap, flipping through channels with wide eyes. Rick
flopped into the opposite corner and held his arms open for Morty to join him
on his lap. Settling comfortably between Rick's legs, Morty leaned his head on
Rick's chest and slid his arms around his slim waist. Thomas flipped for a few
more minutes through channel after channel before getting caught up in Man
Versus Car. The trio watched several rounds of men dying before Thomas
inquired, "Wouldn't the human always die?" Rick looked uninterestedly at him,
"Duh-doy, kid. It's fun to watch them fail." Thomas snorted, "You're not
wrong." He turned his attention back to the tv, "Do you have a favorite show on
here?" Rick opened his left hand, "Here, l-let me get you t-to-to the good
shows." Thomas relinquished the controller and Rick flipped to a channel
currently airing shark-human hybrids boxing in a poorly lit basement of sorts.
"Whaaat..." Thomas mouthed silently as blood covered the cement from the bite
of one player trying to tear off its opponent's arm.
Rick, Morty, and Thomas were still vegged out in front of the tv when Beth got
home from work. She was carrying a few grocery bags when she came into the
living room. "N-need help with those?" Rick offered. Beth smiled at him and
started to answer before noticing Morty laying in his lap. Beth closed her
mouth and swallowed before attempting to speak again, "Yes, dad, would you
please?" She took her bags to the kitchen and followed Rick out to the car.
Rick grabbed a few bags in each hand and waited for Beth to do the same. He was
expecting her to say something, but she didn't. They took their bags to the
kitchen and made a final trip out to the car. "You and Morty's boyfriend seem
to be getting along well." Beth said nonchalantly. Rick picked up the last few
bags and shut the trunk of her car, "Mhm." She was staring hard at him, but
spoke timidly, "Those are hickies on him... And not bruises?" Rick caught her
stare, "Yes... Why?" He asked coldly. "Dad, Jerry-" Rick sighed dramatically,
"said he's worried Morty is being abused by someone." Beth clasped her hands
together over her chest. Rick raised half his brow at her, "Sweetie he's
growing up. He's figuring out what kind of weird shit he's into. I won't let
anything happen to him, if he gets carried away, okay?" Rick fixed her with a
serious look. "I know, thank you. I just worry. He's got such a broken family."
Beth sighed, "But I'm glad he has someone. I mean, besides you of course." She
smiled, "And I noticed you've been a lot more sober lately." Rick turned away
to head for the house and rolled his eyes, "Yes, dear, I g-Ugh-got laid and I'm
in a-a fantastic mood. Are you happy I sh-shared? We can go bake some cookies
to-together next. You know how m-mu-much I love bonding." Beth's face fell to
relief, "I just wanted to make sure you both are alright. I feel like I've
barely seen the both of you."
Thomas waited for Beth and Rick to close the front door behind them before he
nudged Morty, "Dude, tell me everything." Morty sat up straight and faced his
friend, "You know everything already. Now you just know who I was talking
about." He shrugged. "Yeah but I mean how? How did you go from two months ago
complaining about him almost getting you killed and ruining your childhood to
you two fucking like animals and now being all domestic? Cuddling isn't
something I could have previously pictured your grandad doing before, with all
the shit you've told me." Thomas was facing him and ignoring the tv entirely.
Morty smiled, "I don't know. I guess we're just comfortable together now? I
mean, a lot of people know too. You, dad, Summer, Unity. Moms practically the
only person who doesn't." Morty answered, "I know it's weird and gross to most
people, but as fucked up as my family is, and as much as he and I are, I feel
like it works for us. I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure it's what I
want."
Rick and Beth returned with the last load of food and disappeared in the
kitchen. "Dad just promise me you'll look after Morty, okay? He doesn't need me
right now, but he needs you." She said softly, facing away from her father.
Rick put down the bags he carried and carefully turned her by the shoulder,
"Sweetie, i-if this is about the divorce y-you have nothing to wUgh-worry
about. Morty knows he can see h-his dead beat dad a-an-any time he wants, and
you know I'll look out for-for him and Summer." Beth met his fixed stare with a
look of concern. "To be frank, Beth, you're the one everyone is worried about.
Y-you need to stop worrying about everyone else and take care of yourself."
Rick had an uncharacteristically paternal tone. Beth dropped her gaze, "I know.
I'm not unhappy, I'm just lost. I thought being a working wife and mother was
all I would ever do after Morty was born." Rick leaned back against the counter
and opened the fridge next to them, grabbing himself a beer and a bottle of
wine, which he offered his daughter. She took it and grabbed a glass from the
sink, still stained from the previous night's wine. "Y-you need to figure your
shit out. Find a new challenge, raise the stakes and y-your expectations of
yourself. Stop fucking settling. You're Rick's daughter. You have options."
Rick said after a long draw on his bottle. Beth stared up at him, "Dad... Can
you help me get a job in an alien hospital?" Rick side eyed her as he finished
his first bottle. He chucked it expertly across the room into the trash can and
grabbed another out of the fridge, opening it using the counter for leverage on
the cap, and said, "I-if that's what you want, I-I can make it happen."
***** Chapter 24 *****
Chapter Summary
     007 is gonna want you after this because you finna be so. SHOOK.
"I promised your mom, Morty, i-its not like I'm thrilled to go back." Rick was
grumbling as he opened a portal before them. "I just don't feel like it's safe
for us. Don't you think it's a little risky to be anywhere controlled by him?"
Morty's brow was furrowed tightly. "You were the one who said he wouldn't come
after us." Rick rolled his eyes. "Yes, I said he wouldn't come after us, but I
have no idea how he's going to react to us trespassing his territory!" Morty
opened his hands at his sides with distress. Rick massaged his temples, "He's
not going to know we're there, we just need to go to the hospital there so I
can talk to a few board members." He flattened a hand at his grandson. "F-fine.
But I think this is a bad idea." Morty sighed and followed Rick through the
portal.
They stepped through and into the parking lot of a magnificent, pearl white
building with lofty, sweeping windows. "Woah..." Morty breathed. It was the
Citadel Metro Hospital, the one and only hospital in the entire Citadel. Rick
looked down at Morty and jerked his head toward the gold framed front doors,
hands tucked in his labcoat pockets. The shimmering white tiles reflected stark
white lights as they lead the duo up to the curved front desk. "Can you buzz me
up to room 1?" Rick leaned on the counter with an elbow and addressed the Rick
behind the counter in a similarly themed uniform. The clerk nodded with a look
of understanding and called an elevator down behind him. Morty followed Rick
into it and glanced up, waiting for an explanation. He received none.
The elevator doors opened into a room with a half circle table, seated around
which were Ricks in similar coats to C-137's but all accompanied by various
medical tools like stethoscopes and small flash lights. The newcomers stepped
out. "Rick, good to see you. It's been a while." Another Rick spoke. "How ya
doin' boys?" C-137 nodded. "What in our name brings you here?" A third Rick
joined. "I-I have a favor to ask." He stepped up to their table, "My Beth would
like to come learn medicine here, and get a job if she can." The other Ricks
looked amongst one another, then back to C-137. "Of course she can, Rick. Beths
are rare in the Citadel, we'd be happy to have her join us." One of the board
member Ricks said with a smile. "Awesome, th-thanks guys. I'll send her along
in a few days." C-137 nodded and backed into the elevator again, pressing the
only button. "That was easy." Morty remarked. Rick grinned, and opened his
mouth to reply but halted when the doors slid open again and found a herd of
Mortys crowding before them, some with cameras and others with microphones all
in suits. "You just fucking had to say something."
Cameras flashed and several Mortys were shouldering each other as they reached
mics into C-137 Morty's face, shouting questions. The first one he heard was,
"Is it true you are the One True Morty?" Rick furrowed his brow deeply and
looked down at him, "What did you do?" He has asked irritably. C-137 frowned up
at him, "I didn't pick myself, they did!" He thrust a hand at the crowd, "So
you confirm that you are indeed the One True Morty!" A reporter said excitedly
into a mic while others pressed closer, "I didn't say that." C-137 groaned.
"Morty what the hell are they talking about?" Rick glared at him. "Can we
please get by?" C-137 ignored his grandfather. They parted ever so slightly and
the two were able to squeeze through the crowd. They'd made it to the doors and
were ahead of the throng when a single Morty approached in his usual clothing
combination, "Are you going to stop him? The President?" He asked quietly,
standing in their path. C-137 froze, "What? Why?" He stopped abruptly and Rick
ran into him. "He's killing Ricks... And Mortys... You need to go to the
megaseed farms." The other Morty grabbed C-137's shirt, "Please, you have to!"
He cried as Rick grabbed C-137 by the arm and yanked him into a portal. Morty
collapsed on the floor of the garage, panting lightly. "Explain yourself." Rick
looked down at him angrily.
"When we were being held by 'Evil Rick' I was the one who organized the other
Mortys to fight back. They called me The One True Morty. I thought they'd all
just gone crazy..." Morty's eyes reflected his absence. His mind was millions
of miles away, "They'd all watched their Ricks die... I couldn't expect them to
know better." Voice breaking as he spoke, Morty stood. "It looks like they
spread the story around." He looked up at Rick, who crossed his arms. "Well it
sounds like your buddy the President of the Citadel is up to some post-election
espionage." He narrowed his eyes. Morty dropped his eyes to the floor, "I have
to stop this. This is my fault. " Rick raised his brow, "What the hell makes
you say that?" Morty headed for the door to the house, "Because I helped him
escape." His defeated tone was evident.
*
In his office over looking the Citadel, the President stood gazing upon his
kingdom, hands clasped behind his back. "The final harvest is being completed
now, Mister President, the results of our collection will be on your desk
tomorrow." A Rick was saying to his back. "And the assassin?" The President
asked. "He is in position for the press conference." The Rick answered. "Thank
you. That is all." President Morty nodded at the Rick's reflection in the
window. The Rick bowed his head and exited the room as the President strode
back to his desk and sat down, opening a drawer. He pulled from it a black
eyepatch, with a blinking red light on the inside. He tucked it into his suit
pocket with a sinister smile and gathered his speech cards, heading to the
conference room.
***** Chapter 25 *****
Rick refilled his flask as he checked his portal gun's charge before setting
new coordinates. He'd told Morty he'd only allow him to try and fix the
situation at the Citadel only under Rick's watchful eye. After stuffing a few
various items into his labcoat pockets he made his way to Morty's room to start
their venture. Outside the door a dense scent caught Rick's nose and he
stopped. Thin tendrils of smoke curled up from the gap under the door. Slowly
opening the door, Rick peeked in on his grandson. Morty was shirtless, laying
with his head at the foot of the bed and his feet opposite him, a smoking,
twisted tube of glass in his hand. Morty had smoked his weed. Rick laughed,
catching Morty's attention. Morty looked up at Rick turned over, "Wh-what is
this stuff?" He asked.
Leaning against the door frame, Rick smiled at him, "It's just weed, Morty. My
question for you is how did you know how to smoke out of that?" He chuckled.
Morty sat up on his knees, "I-I watched Summer do it before." He grinned and
swayed as he sat, putting up his arms at Rick. With a light snort, Rick strode
over to the bed and picked up Morty, lying back and situating him on his lap.
"How do you feel?" Rick asked, stroking Morty's thighs slowly. Morty had a
small smile stuck on his face, his fingers gliding over the fabric of his
sweater to its hem where he moved it. He snuck his hands under Rick's shirt and
across his chest. "Morty why did you smoke this?" Rick spoke again. Morty
looked up from his exposed midrift to answer with a sad gaze. "I'm really mad
at myself... about the situation with the President. I was stressing out about
what we're gonna do when I found this. Once I realized what it was I tried to
use it the way I've seen Summer do it." He answered. Rick pulled Morty down
next to him, threading his fingers through his hair, "Do you feel okay,
though?" He asked. Morty cuddled up to Rick's side and nodded, smiling. "You're
taking a lot of responsibility for the President, but you have to understand
that someone as cunning and evil as him would have gotten this far with or
without your help. You were trying to do the right thing." Morty looked up at
Rick. "You saved my life and all those Mortys. I never told you thank you. Or
that I'm proud of you."
Morty felt like his body was relaxing into a puddle. His felt his heart swell
at his grandfather's words and he smiled up at him. "Th-that means a lot, Rick.
I ho-honestly never thought you'd say that." Rick chuckled lightly, "Well
you're high off your ass, so I can just deny it when you're sober." Morty's
hands slid up to Rick's wild hair and curled into it before he tilted his head
up to brush their lips together. The pleasurable sensation of kissing was
amplified by the effects of the weed he smoked. Everything was moving in slow
motion but entirely normally. A warm tongue slipped into his mouth and Morty
inadvertantly whimpered in satisfaction. Rick deepened the kiss at the sound,
blood rushing below his belt, but stopped himself as his fingers tucked into
Morty's waistband. He parted their lips to speak, Morty whined at the loss of
contact, "Come on Morty, you wanted to topple a government, remember?" Rick
raised half his brow at him. "I-I can't right now anyway..." Morty reasoned,
head swaying slightly. "We just need to sober you up. You hungry?" Rick sat up
and grabbed his portal gun from its pocket. He shot one on the wall next to
them and reached through with both hands, pulling out a bag of chips and a
beer. Opening the bag of chips, Rick offered them to Morty, before cracking the
top of the beer off.
Morty munched on chips for a while as Rick nursed a beer. Rick knew they were
merely delaying the inevitable, eventually they would return to the Citadel,
and they would have to face the President again. His stomach churned at the
idea of Morty having to have some sort of odd show down with him. His Morty was
smart and capable, but the President was wicked and ruthless. There had to be a
way to stop him without Morty being the one at the helm.
Feeling his brain clearing slowly, like waking from a deep sleep, Morty
realized he was wasting time. He needed to be back in the Citadel, seeing the
Megaseed farm and doing something to stop the President. But it was so
comfortable lying here with Rick, feeling secure next to him. In his slowly
sobering state Morty wondered how much it would really matter if he didn't try
to stop the President, if he wasn't the hero and just enjoyed getting the
attention he'd been wanting for years. Morty had come to both fear and respect
his grandfather, knowing he wasn't a perfect person, but loving him in spite of
it. Rick was powerful and intelligent, his larger than life personality was
both a a driving force behind his dominative behavior and a ruse to cover his
crippling loneliness. Morty related to his imperfections deeply, feeling
comfort in their similar flaws. He wondered if there was something wrong with
him having romantic love for Rick, but he couldn't find the conviction to feel
guilty, just contentment.
After a while of sitting in comfortable silence, Rick set aside his empty beer
bottle and stood, offering a hand to Morty, "Let's get you dressed and get a
move on." He smiled. Morty nodded and crawled to the edge of the bed to take
his hand. Pulled to his feet, Morty shook his head and tried to focus. "I need
a clean shirt." He stated, more to himself than Rick as he dug through his
dresser. A few moments later he was back to his determined mind set and ready
to tackle their new adventure, "Alright, Rick. Let's do this." He looked up at
his grandfather with more confidence than he felt. Rick nodded and fired a
portal, "Morty, whatever happens, stay close to me okay?" Morty swallowed air
in his throat, "I will." He answered before stepping into the portal first.
Morty's foot fell onto a glossy tiled floor in an unlit corridor with a low
ceiling. The portal collapsed behind him, Rick nowhere to be seen. "What? No!"
Morty spun on his heel, looking for his companion. "Just you and me." A voice
echoed above him, "I hope he's worth it." Lights flicked around Morty and he
saw a door at the end of the hall. Steeling his nerves, he made his way to it
and entered with a short intake of air. The ceiling rose several feet, opening
up over a massive room with metal partitions. Hanging on each wall of the metal
maze, by chains, cuffs and meat hooks, were dozens of other Mortys. The
President spoke above him again, "You can find your way out and see your Rick
again, or you can save all of them."
***** Chapter 26 *****
Chapter Summary
     The thickened plot comes to fruition!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Rick swore loudly when the portal collapsed, a strange electric current
surrounding it. He fired the gun again without success, his portals were being
blocked. "God dammit!" He slammed a fast against a wall and sped through his
options. Deciding on the fastest route, Rick left Morty's room and jumped down
the stairs. He got to the garage and shot a portal outside of the citadel,
jumped into his ship, and disappeared into the green light. He parked on an
orbiting asteroid just outside of citadel space. From here could catch a ride
on a Citadel supply ship, and hopefully slip through security. The situation
was much more serious than he'd considered, the President was clearly more
powerful than he'd realized. No one else but himself had figured out how to
remotely close and block portals, not a single other Rick or any
interdimensional alien. How was this Morty as intelligent as him?
Heart racing and hands shaking, Morty approached the first victim, shackled to
a chain link fence. His lungs felt like they weren't filling with his breaths
as he scaled the fence wall to reach his other self, "Listen, can you hear me?
I'm Morty from earth dimension C-137, I'm gonna try and get you down okay?" The
crying boy on the fence shook his head as he stifled his sobs. C-137 pried
apart a twisted piece of the fence and bent it toward the metal cuff, using the
bent wire to jam the tumblers in the lock. A few moments of maneuvering, the
cuff clicked and released and the captive Morty fell to the ground with a yelp.
"I'm sorry we don't have more time for you to recover but we have to move and I
need your help." C-137 dropped to the ground and knelt down to help the
prisoner Morty to his feet. "I-I can w-walk..." He said weakly. Nodding, C-137
turned and lead his other self to through a right turn to find another one of
them self in a hanging cage. C-137 looked at the flat metal wall infront of
them on which the hook was fastened, holding the cage ten feet off the ground.
The chain link fence was opposite the cage, and C-137 knew what to do.
Carefully scaling the fence again, C-137 climbed higher than the hook and hung
out over the corridor. "Hang on tight!" He called the caged Morty. With a deep
breath he lunged off the fence and grasped the bars of the cage, the added
weight stressing the chain and dropping them both. C-137 hit the ground with a
dull thud, and a crash followed. The cage broke open and the other Morty had
fallen out. The first escapee helped the new addition up as C-137 dusted
himself off. "Come on, we have to keep moving." The trio closed ranks before
continuing, the distant and echoing wails of other Morty's leading them through
the expansive maze.
C-137 rounded corner after corner, dead end after dead end, and captive self
after captive self, gaining speed as he gained more selves to help in the
recovery of the remaining prisoners. They were a small army of 20 Mortys strong
when they finally reached the end. An enormous steel gate stood before them
with a red light to the right of it. Before C-137 could begin to determine how
to get through it the light turned green and it slid open. "Congratulations."
The President said from somewhere above. C-137 glanced back at the others
before leading them out. Now he had to find Rick.
A shuttle skated by close enough for Rick to make a jump in a space suit from
the asteroid to the rear of the passing ship. The grip on his glove exterior
sealed fast to the shuttled and Rick carefully held himself against the cargo
door. His arms were feeling numb by the time it came to a stop before docking
at the Citadel and he was able cloak himself with the reflective surface of his
space suit for only a few moments. Sneaking carefully through the unloading
stations and into the civilian part of the Citadel, he stripped the suit and
dropped it behind a potted plant as he disappeared into the throng of other
Ricks. Waiting until he felt comfortably shuffled in with his other selves, he
looked at one of his watches, relieved to see a blip on the screen of Morty's
location. At least he wasn't completely hidden. He followed the most linear
path as he closed the distance and realized there were less and less civilians
and a growing number of guards. Rick saw in the distance a set of massive steel
doors leading to what seemed to be nowhere. That had to be it.
Hiding in an abandoned hallway, Rick activated another cloaking device on one
of his other watches, this one scrambling security devices surrounding him. A
lone Rick guard rounded the corner and C-137 lunged at him, quickly catching
him in a head lock and knocking him out. Shucking off his own clothes, C-137
swapped their outfits before venturing back out and making a bee line for his
target. "Stop there and present your badge." Another guard stated boredly as he
approached. C-137 presented the badge and the guard scanned it, "Proceed." He
pressed a button and the doors slowly opened. Rick stepped into a dark room and
the doors shut with a resonating bang behind him. He glanced around nervously,
eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of light or movement. The lights
flipped on and stung his sight briefly. Before him, in his usual black suit and
red tie, stood the President, hands clasped behind his back, "Glad to see you
again, Rick. I was hoping we could have some one on one time." He smiled
slightly, striding toward Rick. "Where the hell is my grandson?" Rick snarled.
The President scoffed, "He's too late." As he spoke, other Ricks stepped into
view from the surrounding rooms, armed with rifles and pistols as they closed
in on C-137.
Morty lead his other selves to what they believed was an exit, but found a
glass wall separating them from what lay beyond. "What now?" Morty sighed,
running his hands over the glass. Blinding light suddenly exploded in the room
on the other side of the window and Morty saw Rick standing in the center of a
shrinking circle of Rick guards, the President looking on with satisfaction.
Morty slammed his fists into the glass and beat with all his strength as the
other Ricks raised their guns and powered them up, "NO!" He cried helplessly as
the dozen Ricks fired at his grandfather, green light erupting from each gun.
Chapter End Notes
     Readers, you are all so wonderful. Your comments and kudos never fail
     to bring a smile to my face. You've all been so kind and supportive,
     I'm overjoyed not to be in this terrible, sinful ship fandom alone! I
     love you all, thank you :3
***** Chapter 27 *****
Residual smoke from the multiple laser blasts clouded the room for several
moments. Before it settled a blinding glow appeared from the center of the room
in the shape of an orb. It shrank to the form of a man, and through the window
Morty could see the smoke clear and the figure of his grandfather kneeling. His
heart leapt and he turned to the freed variants of his self, "I need your help
one more time before we're all free. That Rick there, in the center? He'll help
us, but we have to help him first." C-137 pointed at the glass. The others
looked between each other before nodding collectively at him. "On the count of
three, help me break this glass."
Standing slowly, brushing off the dirt kicked up on his guard's uniform from
the small explosions of the lasers. The glow of the shield shimmered and
disappeared and Rick fisted his gloved hands. He looked around at the President
and sneered before turning to the surrounding Ricks and motioning for them to
come at him. The squad of guards rushed him all at once. He ran at the nearest
one and leap-frogged over his head, leading them all to slam head first into
each other. "Ahaha, you fuckwads!" He cackled. Some fell flat on their backs,
others stumbled backward, clutching their foreheads. The first to raise his gun
at Rick received a fist to the bridge of his nose, effectively breaking it and
bruising both his eyes, "Shoulda stayed down." He spat at the crumpled body.
The remaining handful had recovered and raised their weapons. Rick grinned as
his pulse raced, he'd been over due for a good fight.
Taking a running start he landed a fist in the groin of the closest guard,
causing him to double over with a painful grunt and leaving his rifle open for
the taking. Using him as a stepping stone, Rick launched himself into the air
and fired several rapid shots at two other guards, leaving gaping holes in
their chests and faces. Rick's ankle was grabbed while still in the air, and he
was yanked to the floor forcefully. "Shit!" He yelped as he slammed against the
cement. The two remaining Ricks raised their guns at him, pistols charged as
they trained on his forehead. He raised his hands, "W-wa-wait guys, we can work
this out- Just cause you're working for a ruthless, underhanded, evil dictator
d-doesn't mean we can't f-find a peaceful solu-" The deafening sound of
shattering glass interrupted him and a small herd of Mortys, lead by his own,
flooded in. They charged the closest guard to Rick, allowing him spin around
and kick the weapon out of the other guard's hand, then his feet out from under
him. Rick climbed on top of him and chuckled, "Damn, I look good on bottom."
And blew the guard's skull to a wet, splattered mess on the floor.
Morty let his other selves help his grandfather so he could approach the
President, who had been watching happily the entire time, hands clasped behind
his back. "I'm n-not gonna l-let you abuse us or our Ricks anymore." C-137
hissed as he faced his sinister counterpart. 'Evil' Morty laughed, "Well then,
Mortimer. Let me see what a devoted grandson can do." He slid his feet apart
and raised his fists, his right eye lighting up red. "Morty don't be stupid-
" Rick called from across the room but with the flick of his hand, Evil Morty
raised robotic tendrils from the floor to grab him. The other Mortys tried to
help but were treated to the same fate. C-137 glanced back at them, at
everything he had to lose, at everyone who was depending on him. Every single
infinite Rick and Morty would be at risk if he failed. He wouldn't.
Facing his adversary once again, Morty took a steadying breath and carefully
balanced himself. He shut his eyes and tried to take the reins of his mind.
Evil Morty laughed again, "Are you giving me the first move?" His voice full of
contempt. C-137 barely heard him, his ears hearing his own racing heart
instead. His thoughts returned to long ago, when Rick had revealed an
experiment he'd performed on Morty but had never tested successfully in a
controlled environment. C-137 had never forgotten. He'd spent sleepless nights
and entire school days learning to make use of it, but never telling anyone.
He'd never perfected his use of the abilities that he had discovered but he
didn't have a choice now, he had to be successful. Rick's intentions had been
for the subdermal chip inside his grandson to be able to call upon dormant
nano-bots within Morty's blood stream to restructure his physical makeup to
turn him into a car. But Morty had seen many more possibilities, if he could
just take control.
Evil Morty chose not to wait for his opponent to be ready, activating a humming
red laser in his glowing eye and leading it across the floor, destroying it as
it got to C-137. As the weapon connected with C-137's skin, he erupted in an
agonizing scream, but not from the laser. His flesh burst off his limbs, blood
soaking his shirt, shreds of skin dropping from him to reveal a metal
endoskeleton. "What the fuck?!" Rick gasped as he struggled against his
restraints. The transformation was successful, but painful. C-137 dropped to
his hands and knees, trembling in agony as his nerves recovered. "Oh-ho. What's
this? Look at you, son. You did what the rest of us never could! I'm proud of
you, Morty. You're so much more than your Rick." Evil Morty strode over to him,
"It's too bad you're blinded by your love for him to see how much better your
life would be without him." He looked down at his combatant, and dragged him to
his feet by his hair, taking a handful as he did so. C-137 wheezed, catching
his breath, feeling his head swim, "You... You're j..." His voice failed. Evil
Morty snickered, "So weak. You can't even argue with me." C-137 caught his
balance and brought his eyes up to challenge Evil Morty's stare. "You're just
like your own Rick. Th-the one that abandoned you. You're numb and lonely and
miserable. You're empty a-and pathetic because you're too weak to trust again,
l-like a petulant child! Y-You abuse your other selves be-because you want to
punish yourself for th-th-the awful things you've done but y-yo-you don't have
the spine to-to take accept the consequences of your own sh-shitty decisions! I
don't have to be a-a hero to know you're the worst, o-of all of us! And you
don't deserve to live among us." With those last words, C-137 lunged at Evil
Morty and clamped a metal fist around his throat. Evil Morty's right eye fired
again, skinning the side C-137's face and leaving only metal skeleton
underneath. He pounded his hands into his attacker's body to no avail as C-137
slammed his head against the solid floor. The room was eerily silent as Evil
Morty slowly stopped fighting. After several minutes, his face blue, Evil
Morty's hands dropped to the floor. C-137 released a breath he didn't realize
he's been holding and fell back to look at his work.
Rick broke his way out of his bindings and released the other Mortys before
approaching his own. "M-Morty?" His voice was timid and fearful. C-137 looked
up at him, exhaustion showing on the small patch of face left over his
endoskeleton. "Heh.... Subdermal... Chip... F-for...the nano-bots.." He panted.
Rick knelt next to him, unable to hide his concern as he reached for him,
"Morty, what-" But his words halted when his grandson fainted in his arms. The
other Mortys gathered around them, mumbling between themselves. "I-if you help
us get out, w-we can take h-him to someone who-who can help." One of them spoke
to Rick. Rick looked up at the variants of his grandson, all so different yet
similar to each other. He nodded silently, scooped up C-137 and stood, "Let's
go."
***** Chapter 28 *****
Sunlight slowly engulfed the room and drew conscious thought to Morty, lying in
his own bed, snuggled up under his heavy comforter. He slowly became aware of
having feeling in his limbs, and tried to move them. He was able to sit up and
let his eyes adjust to the brightness surrounding him. With some effort, Morty
fished for his most recent recollections. The Citadel. He checked his arm for
the watch Rick gave him, it was gone. Looking around frantically he found it in
a pile on the floor next to his bed, he flipped through several screens and
found a blip. His Rick was nearby. It was this realization that calmed him
before his anxiety could get a footing. Morty pressed a button on the screen
and laid back on his bed, failing to find a memory of how he got home.
Hunched over his work bench, trying and failing to make progress on his current
project, Rick sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands. He sat like that for
several minutes, his stubble scratching the palms of his hands. Rick had not
slept, showered or shaved in three days. Deciding on a cup of coffee, he stood
and stretched. He was at the door of the garage to the house when his watch
beeped at him. His heart jumped into his throat and he tore through the
kitchen, living room, and up the stairs is less than ten seconds. Morty had
barely fallen back on his pillows and covered his face with his arm when his
door swung open suddenly. He sat up again, regretting this immediately as his
head throbbed. Morty clutched his forehead but called out for his grandfather.
"Rick?" His voice broke, mouth and throat uncomfortably dry. He looked up as
Rick dropped to his knees next to Morty's bed. Rick said nothing but wrapped
Morty in a tight hug, burying his face in Morty's stomach. "R-Rick?" Morty
asked again, threading his fingers through Rick's hair. He didn't get an
answer. Rick just hugged him in silence for several minutes before crawling
into his bed. Pulling Morty to him to cuddle, Rick said quietly, "I had t-to
over ride the nano-bot coding to reprogram them. I-It didn't take long, I had
your skin grown back i-in a matter of hours. But I couldn't get y-you to wake
up" Morty felt grief in his chest as he remembered what had happened.
He had managed to harness the nano-bots in his cells to restructure himself.
Without the necessary control over the automotive build directive, the nano-
bots only retained one detail in their mission, machine. So his skin has fallen
away to metal endoskeleton and he'd crushed the life out of the President.
Morty had so many questions, but this wasn't the moment for them. Rick must
have brought Morty back in shambles as his body failed to remember its original
structure. After finding the authorization to take over the nano-bots, he'd had
to wait for them to rebuild Morty entirely, from the bones out. But even after
healing all the obvious wounds Morty hadn't woken. Rick had been alone for a
long time. "I'm s-sorry I took so long. I think m-my body just needed sleep."
Morty looked up at Rick and gingerly pressed a kiss to his mouth. Rick welcomed
the affection and tightened his arms around him. Morty pulled away briefly,
"What about mom and Summer?" Rick answered quickly, "They're fine. They thought
you were spending the night at your friends this whole time. Your dad is here
doing laundry." He added as an after thought. Morty nodded and resumed the
kiss, offering his tongue to Rick, who took it greedily.
Jerry was starting a second load of clothes when he determined now would be the
best opportunity to poke around Morty and Rick's rooms. He had to find evidence
to present Beth before he could tell her what he knew. Then she'd finally cut
Rick out of her life forever and he could have his family back. He started the
washing machine and made his way up the stairs. Rick's room would surely be
booby trapped, so Jerry settled for Morty's room. He didn't bother stopping to
listen to see if anyone was there's because Beth said Rick was staying in the
garage for a project and Morty was at a friend's house. As he stepped in he was
confronted with the sight of his son caressing his father-in-law's face and
sucking on his tongue with fervor. Rick's eyes were lazily half lidded as he
gripped Morty's thigh and savored the kiss. "Morty, what the hell!" Jerry
yelped in shock and horror. Both Rick and Morty jumped and turned to face the
intruder. "What the hell, you, dad! Wh-what the fuck did I say about barging
into my room without warning?! I-I told you you'd see something y-you didn't
want to. Get the fuck out, god dammit!" Morty snapped loudly, grabbing a shoe
from beside his bed and pitching it at his father. Jerry ducked and scrambled
back out the door spouting cusses and apologies, frantically swapped back and
forth.
Morty sat heaving angrily at his door when Rick burst into laughter beside him.
"Morty, holy shit!" He hiccuped, "That was incredible!" His eyes were watering.
Morty couldn't help but smile embarrassedly, "W-well... I'm s-sick of him doing
that." He shrugged. Rick pulled him back down and continued their interrupted
kiss, hands roaming over Morty's chest and waist quickly. Morty hugged Rick's
neck and let himself be pulled onto him. "I'm glad you're okay." Rick said
quietly. Morty littered kisses over Rick's neck, "Thanks to you, a-as always."
Rick hummed and pulled the hem of his boxers down as Rick's fingers spread over
each ass cheek. Morty felt a shiver run up his spine. "I need s-some stress re-
relief, Morty, three days is too long." Rick's voice dripped a few octives,
"Three stressful days. I wanna sink my teeth into you." He did just as he'd
desired, tilting Morty's head aside gently and bit into the skin before him.
Morty crowed on top of him as Rick sucked and bit a mark into his skin. Rick
felt Morty roll his hips against him and he thrust up to meet his friction,
groaning as they grinded their growing erections together. Rick flipped them
and leaned over his grandson, "Don't ever scare me like that again you little
turd." He said as his lips trailed down Morty's neck and stomach
***** Chapter 29 *****
Chapter Summary
     The plot is coming to a head. I'm afraid to say I'll be wrapping up
     this adventure in the next ten chapters or so
Chapter Notes
     I am very sorry to my readers for taking a mini hiatus. A week ago a
     friend passed away, and I couldn't balance my time with my other
     friends and the funeral service so I had to put the writing aside. I
     should be back to my regularly unscheduled uploading this week
     though. Thank you all for being patient and for reading c:
Morty waited for Rick to start snoring before he dared try and get out of bed.
Dressing noiselessly, he slipped out of his room and down to the garage, where
he found the portal gun. He knew Rick wouldn't let him return to the Citadel
again so soon after his incident, but he had made a promise to go to the
Megaseed farm. Even though it was to a Morty he didn't know, and may never see
again, he felt convicted to follow through. Dialing in the coordinates, Morty
opened the portal, checked to make sure he had the watch Rick had made him, and
set the gun down to jump through.
His feet hit the grass on the outskirts of the city side of the Citadel,
leading into the expansive farm land that fed the hordes of Ricks and Mortys
living within. With some trepidation, Morty set out down the dirt road running
through the middle of the crops, branching every few hundred yards. Familiar
and alien crops towered above him as he delved deeper into the forest of foods,
some plants humming as he neared, others leaning toward him 'til he passed. Not
knowing where he was headed, he twisted his head every direction, keeping his
eyes wide as he searched for the strange shaped Megatrees. A few hours passed
and he was at the edge of the land, able to see the exterior glass like ceiling
meeting the walls surrounding the Citadel on the horizon. Crest fallen, he
closed the distance and huffed a heavy sigh as he panted. Dropping to sit with
his legs crossed, Morty stared at the dirt and wondered how he would be able to
find what he was supposed to.
Rick woke with a heaviness in his limbs and his mind in a fog. He hadn't slept
that well in a long time. He reached for Morty and felt cold sheets. With a
yawn he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and flipped through the several screens
on his watch. Of course Morty wasn't here. He flipped through a few more. Of
fucking course he was in the Citadel again. The little turd had some terrible
hero complex. Rolling his eyes with a groan, Rick slipped off the bed and
stretched, bones and joints popping and snapping as he did. He already knew his
portal gun would be in the garage, the best place for Morty to sneak out
without rousing his grandfather. Right he was, finding it on the ground in the
center of the garage, redial already activated. Morty intended for Rick to meet
up with him. Rick took a moment to find a flask with some liquid still
remaining before he picked up his gun and fired it, tucking the device back
into his labcoat and vanishing into the green.
Shielding his eyes against the harsh light of the sun-like star that the
Citadel orbited, Rick scanned the area and checked his watch for the location
of his persistent grandson. He'd put an impressive amount of distance between
them, Rick briefly considered portaling again to catch up, but decided against
it. He didn't need to waste the charge of the gun in case more bullshit
happened. As he strode through the neatly sectioned crops he became
uncomfortably aware of the lack of workers. No Ricks or Mortys were harvesting
or tending any of the numerous crops he passed. Following the path his watch
directed him on, he felt the weight of the significance of that fact. Rick
walked for miles before he finally found his little runaway, standing stock
still, looking down into a valley that dipped down right at the end of the farm
land. Rick opened his mouth to vent his frustration but his eyes caught sight
of the scene below and his voice failed.
Morty stood, slack jawed and confused, staring at the miles and miles of
Megatrees before him. Hundreds of Mortys were pushing carts, climbing ladders,
and tending to the forest of trees. He felt his grandfather's presence join him
but it took several minutes before he was able to speak, "Rick.... Why did he
need this many megaseeds.... What was he doing?" Morty turned his eyes up to
Rick's, full of fear. Rick didn't look at him, but frowned and balled his
fists, "Nothing good, Morty. Nothing good." Morty turned his attention back to
the other hims in the valley. Without a second thought, he decided to go talk
to them to see what they knew. He took a step over the edge and angled his feet
to slide against the dirt down the incline.
Morty felt his mind bring back to the surface his memories of Rick taking him
to get the megaseeds years ago and he felt his heart ache. They had had so many
interesting and fantastic adventures since then, and it was so possible that
they could have stopped at any time because of he and Rick arguing. What if
when Morty had broken his legs Rick had just deemed him useless and took him
home? Or when they broke time, and Morty said he never wanted to see Rick
again. This thought made his chest hurt. They could both be so mean to each
other, like during the parasite infestation, when Rick said he had thousands of
terrible memories of Morty. Looking back now he could see Rick was exaggerating
because he was mad, but the words still hurt. What if they hadn't kept
adventuring? What if the Evil Morty had come for Rick and Morty hadn't saved
him? None of these things matter now but Morty was eternally grateful they were
at the point now in their relationship that he truly trusted Rick enough that
he could start an adventure without him and know he would follow.
Rick rolled his eyes as Morty descended into the valley and followed close
behind. The duo reached the bottom together and Rick let Morty lead him into
the center of the first section of trees. Morty approached a few of his other
selves, "Uh-um, Hey! I-I'm Morty from-" But one of the others cut him off,
"You're C-137!" The lizard like variant of himself gasped. The other Mortys
with him exchanged glances, "Y-y-you're the One True Morty?" Another with
glasses asked timidly. C-137 chuckled lightly and shrugged, "That's what every
keeps calling me." The others smiled nervously, "Wow, that-that's really cool,
ya know? That y-you would come here t-to talk to us." A heavier Morty said. "Aw
geez, guys, I'm still just another us. I just got the nickname. But I was
hoping you could help me out, i-if that's alright." C-137 glanced at each of
them. They nodded with excited eyes. "Can-can you tell me what this farm is
for? Where are the megaseeds going?" He gestured to the forests. The lizard
Morty looked at his counterparts who wore worried expressions, "I'll show you.
Come with me." He answered, motioning for C-137 to follow, which he did, along
with Rick who was sipping his flask. "Be careful!" The glasses wearing Morty
called to his scaled friend. Lizard Morty looked back at them and waved, face
grim. C-137 furrowed his brow, was this adventure really dangerous already?
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