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      Explicit
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  Category:
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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
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      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith, Summer_Smith, Beth_Smith, Jerry_Smith
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      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Mpreg, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat,
      Mating_Bites, Mating_Bond, Unplanned_Pregnancy, One-Sided_Relationship,
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      Morty, Bottom_Rick
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      Published: 2017-08-24 Updated: 2017-12-20 Chapters: 3/? Words: 9157
****** What Have You Done To Me Morty? ******
by Remy_Etienne_Creed
Summary
     Morty goes into his first rut while on the spaceship with Rick. Rick
     an old Omega well past his prime, figures what's the harm in helping
     the poor kid out? The Omega body is an amazing thing.
Notes
     So I did this thing. Screw everyone Omega Rick is perfect.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Morty was an Alpha. Fuck. It shouldn't come as much of a surprise, really. His
daughter was an Alpha, his granddaughter was an Alpha. Why not his grandson
too? But he'd been hoping for another Omega in the family all the same. Someone
besides Jerry.
Rick swallowed uncomfortably as the musk of an Alpha in rut grew so strong it
was all he could smell, even in his trash heap of a spaceship. Double fuck,
Morty was a very high level Alpha.
Suddenly his grandson was moaning in the passanger's seat. "R-Rick...it's so
hot!!!"
Rick glanced down at the console to check that, yeah, the AC was all the way
up. Thing was seconds away from spitting out ice cubes. "Well, I'm not
surprised Morty. Congratulations, Alpha.", he replied, trying to keep the
bitterness out of his voice. Enough with the Alpha envy, Sanchez. But this
stung even more than his own daughter being one. Morty. Morty got to be an
Alpha. Unfucking belivable, he took a swig of his bottle of whisky then quickly
changed his mind and had two more. One for being jealous. Another, much longer
than the prior, for being jealous of his GRANDSON. God, he was pathetic.
"I-I am?", so it'd been a surprise to him too. "S-So I have to fuck Omegas
now?",Morty whimpered. Jesus this was hitting fast, already he wasn't making
sense.
"Sure thing Alpha.", Rick said grimly. "You get to fuck whoever the fuck you
want whenever the fuck you want and society'll give you a fucking trophy for
it. All because you have a goddamn knot on your cock!"
"Grandpa Rick...?", subtle he was not, apparently. High as hell on Alpha
hormones and Rick was still coming across to him as a bitter old man. Not cool
Sanchez, not cool.
Now you stop this right now, Rick. Things were going to be different with
Morty. He'd promised himself that. He'd... he'd really fucked up with Beth. He
wasn't going to deny that. But Morty, he couldn't let himself go down the same
path again. He owed her that. He wanted to give her that. So he was going to
buck the fuck up. And he would be the most supportive grandpa he could-which he
doubted would be too great anyway but he had to try- and be the male role model
that Morty needed. It sure as hell wasn't going to be Jerry.
"I-I'm sorry Morty.", he tried again. "Grandpa...'s a little drunk." Flimsy
excuse, but who the hell wouldn't buy it? Mort, your an Alpha. You've just
presented, bud. J-Jesus, they must teach you this in school. You're in a rut."
"Y-yeah, I know b-but...does it usually hurt this much?
Ha! That was a laugh! Rick couldn't help but snicker, entirely unsympathetic. A
rut was a glorified case of blue balls! He wonder'd how Morty would react to
the pain of a heat. Never mind the fact that Rick hadn't gotten through one
himself in over 30 years. First he'd stopped them with less than legal and less
than domestic suppressants then he assumed he had grown too old. Thank fucking
god. Rick took a deep swig of whiskey, draining the bottle and tossing it over
his shoulder, yes he was having quite a good time being a bitter old fuck
then...suddenly Morty was taking his shirt off.
"H-Hey bud? Watcha doing?", Rick asked cautiously. He was almost certain he
didn't want an answer.
[don't feel like writing a sex scene right now but when I do it will be hot.
Just wanna get this out there now. Omega Rick NEEDS to be a thing]
"A-Are you for fucking real Morty?! You bit me?! Jesus Christ, what the hell
did you do that for?!", Rick cried, pulling his hand back from the Omega gland
on the side of his neck. He'd almost managed to forget it was there until Morty
chomped down on it. Shit, he was bleeding, the little fucker had done a good
job of it. This one wouldn't be fading for at least a month.
Morty blinked his big dumb, doe eyes innocently. Jesus, this kid was an Alpha?!
There was no fucking justice. "W-What are you talking about Rick? Aren't I
supposed to mark you?"
God, he didn't even get it. How was Rick supposed to be mad when he didn't even
get it. He ran a hand down on his face in exasperation. "What the hell do they
teach you at that school?! Yeah, you bite me if you want to claim me, idiot.",
he shouted.
"Oh.", Morty said simply. Simple, uncomprehending, Morty.
"Yeah! 'Oh'!", Rick exclaimed, gesturing wildly to the mark. It was already
darkening with Claim. Morty was one powerful Alpha and a part of Rick was
really proud of him. He had to be a High Level. He shook his head frantically;
there wasn't time for this! "This!", he slapped a hand to his neck and winced a
bit, having forgotten how strangely sensitive a Claim made the skin. "This says
to everyone 'I-I'm Rick Sanchez! I fucked my grandson!' I-Is that what you want
Morty?! For everyone to know you fucked your grandpa?! T-That I'm your Omega?!
Do you even know what you've done to us Morty?!", he was breathing hard, having
screamed the last bit.
Morty's eyes were wide and terrified. He was seconds away from tears. Despite
himself, Rick felt guilty. It was good Morty was finally understanding the
seriousness of the situation but Rick hadn't wanted to make the kid cry. Morty
sniffled. Jesus, if Rick hadn't felt his giant fucking knot for himself he'd
have never bought that Morty was an Alpha. "B-But I thought you were always
supposed to bite the Omega?", he snivled.
"If they're your mate, stupid! I'm not your mate Morty! I'm your grandpa!".
Rick didn't understand what Morty was having difficulty with here.
Morty's eyes if possible got even wider and he looked just so fucking earnest
that Rick wanted to slap him. "B-But we shared my first rut together...", he
whimpered.
Rick could literally only just stare at him for a moment. How was it possible
that he was that this big of a moron was related to him? He'd blame Jerry. "S-
So what, you think that makes us mates or something?! You think that's how it
works?! Jesus Christ Morty, get your head out of your ass! Does any part of
this seem like a fucking fairytale to you?! Do I look like some b-blushing
Omega? What, that just because you stick your knot in someone they belong to
you?! I'm not some little virgin farm girl Morty! I'm 62 for f-fucks sake!",
Rick ranted, getting more and more upset. It was a dick move and completely
wrong of him to unload his issues with Alphas on Morty like this but, hey, he
was an asshole.
Reasonably, he knew that Morty wasn't trying to assert ownership, he just
didn't know any better because he was stupid. And even that wasn't his fault,
his father was a moron too and Rick hadn't been around to make sure Morty
didn't become one. He could, however, make sure Morty didn't turn into a
stupid, knothead Alpha. He'd have to tone it down though because now Morty was
actually crying.
"S-So what then, that meant nothing to you Rick?!", Morty cried pushing Rick
away forgetting they were still tied making Rick gasp in pain and Morty hiss
through his teeth as his knot caught. "S-Shit, I'm sorry Rick! I didn't mean
to-"
Rick cut him off with a wave of his hand, blinking back involuntary tears.
Jesus Christ, this fucking kid. What had this kid done to him?! He stroked the
quivering Alpha's hair in a way he hoped would be soothing but even to him the
action had seemed awkward. "Well of course it didn't mean n-nothing. Y-You're
my grandson...I wanted to help you. But it didn't mean that we're mates or s-
some shit like that. Y-you sir are one powerful fucking Alpha. High Level
probably. Your hormones hit me like a brick wall. L-Lucky bastard, you'll have
to beat them off with a stick from now on." , he tried a positive light now,
feeling too guilty to get on to him again so soon. Rick had already made him
cry; Morty deserved a break.
"R-Rick I mated with you because I wanted to...not just because you were here.
", Morty said softly and pressed a kiss to Rick's shoulder.
A kiss?! A fucking kiss?! When the hell had Rick last kissed someone?! That was
one of Rick's rules. You could fuck him as hard as you wanted but none of that
touchy, feely crap. He sure as hell didn't let himself be marked! But Morty'd
shot that one to hell too. There was a brief moment before the sheer fucking
terror of that grabbed hold of him where Rick just gaped in confusion. It'd
been so fucking long that it'd taken a few seconds for his brain to connect the
action to a word. Rick had managed to fend him off during the actual sex- he
might have known Morty would get all romantic about it- but the bastard had
actually snuck a kiss! This was why he hated Alphas, why he hadn't been with an
Alpha since Birdperson. They wanted everything and expected to get it all
because they were born with a knot on their cocks. Unfairness aside...Rick
didn't have that much to give in the first place. And a kiss?! A kiss was
giving and he didn't want what Morty was offering, had never wanted that.
Rick laughed nervously, "Oh! I got it. M-Morty, that knot of yours is pumping
you full of hormones! T-trust me buddy, once it's deflated you'll be back to
normal. M-Makes sense, your first time is always intense. Sorry you had to
waste it on an old man like me! B-But hey, when you go to school on Monday that
Jessica girl won't be able to take her hands off you! Remember? Sweet, curvy,
Beta Jessica? S-She's gonna looooEUGhve you Morty! That giant fucking cock of
yours is gonna take you far kid.".
"Shut up about Jessica!", Morty snapped.
Rick blinked. He hadn't expected this and had literally no idea how to proceed.
"D-Don't worry, Morty, I'm no threat to you. You've more than proved who's on
t-top here.", he stammered.
Morty's tears seemed angry now and as always Rick had even less of a clue how
to deal with that than sadness. So he stared, stunned, while Morty glared at
him and no human being had ever been more of a mystery to him. Rick hated it.
"Rick...",Morty pleaded and Rick didn't know or want to know what for.
The second the knot started to deflate Rick leaped into the driver's seat. He
winced at the tug but it was less painful than Morty's big fucking doe eyes.
Well, he doe eyes were still there, God, they were boring into him but at least
this way he had a distraction. They spent a few seconds like that, Rick paying
more attention to his driving than he probably had in his whole life and Morty
just staring at him doing that so fucking earnest it hurt thing. Christ, Rick
couldn't take this. He threw Morty's clothes at him just so his eyes would be
on something else for awhile. And suddenly he blurted out, "Bet your family
will be proud of you. Just like your Mom and big sister, huh? A whole fucking
family of Alphas! O-of course when they see this they're gonna lose their
shit."
.
"My parents!", Morty gasped, a hand flying to his mouth. He looked almost
physically sick with anxiety, skin going pale.
Rick literally sighed with relief. Good, good. Morty was taking the bait. This
was moving back towards something Rick could handle. He did NOT like when
things made him feel helpless. Wait, did that mean he would come to dislike
Morty?! Fucking no way, he stopped his brain right there.So he said, "J-Just
your parents? You don't think Summer might have a problem with you fucking your
grandpa?". He'd meant it as a joke to lighten things up. Morty wasn't laughing.
He snuck a glance over at him and found that Morty was trembling. His mouth set
into a hard line. "D-Don't you worry about this, Morty. Grandpa Rick is gonna
take care of everything. Y-You just leave this to me, okay? This is my fault,
Morty and I'm sorry for having caused you trouble. But I promise you, I will
fix this.", he had never been more serious.
"R-Rick", came Morty's voice and he put a hand on Rick's knee. Rick jerked away
like he'd been burned. Neither of them said a word the rest of the ride.
When they'd pulled into the garage, Rick had thrown on his clothes. But it
didn't feel like enough. He could feel Morty's cum drying on the seat of his
khakis so he wrapped the lab coat around himself even tighter as if that could
help them any now. Before they could go inside Morty ran into the front yard to
be sick in the hedges. Rick just rubbed his back as he heaved. He was starting
to feel sick himself.
***** Fuck you, Jerry *****
Chapter Summary
     The Smith family is not pleased to find out that Morty has bedded (or
     spaceship seated?) his grandfather. Chaos ensues.
Chapter Notes
     So I know I said this chapter was gonna be the sex scene but I wasn't
     feeling that and this just flowed, yknow? I like the drama the best
     but the sex will come, I promise. Just...whenever I get around to it.
     Female Alphas can father children, ok?? Jerry had Summer and Morty.
     Rick had Beth. They may have given birth to them but they're still
     their dads. That's how it is. Sorry if you think it's weird but this
     is an Mpreg.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was unsurprising that the first to react was Jerry. There were few things,
if anything at all that Jerry did with as much consistency as hating Rick. The
feeling was more than mutual.
He could have forgiven Jerry for ruining his brilliant daughter, his brilliant
Alpha daughter's chance at success. Rick could have forgiven Jerry for ruining
his own dreams. (He COULD have but he wouldn't.) He absolutely could have
forgiven Jerry for hating him. Rick could totally understand that, hell, it was
something they had in common. Rick would be the first to admit he was overall a
dick. There were many, many valid points that could warrant hating him. None of
these were Jerry's.
Perhaps if Jerry weren't such a boring statistic Rick could have learned to
like him. He was vaguely impressed with his ability to stick around for so long
somewhere he clearly wasn't wanted. At this point it was like some secret
martial art of mediocrity. If it had been self aware-and someone else's
daughter-Rick would have found it hysterical. But Jerry was just so damn
typical.
Rick sure as hell wasn't one of those Omega rights activist dipshits but even
he hated walking stereotypes like Jerry. It was people like him that made Rick
hate being an Omega. The world was made up of Jerrys. Rick's real reason for
hating Jerry was that his beautiful, intelligent daughter had chosen to fuck an
Omega like him when she knew there were better things out there.
Even Jerry's anger was a fucking joke. Of all the sad ass reasoning, Jerry
chose the one that demeaned them both. Jerry was playing into the old
stereotype of the overly jealous Omega with every bitchy little passive
aggressive remark he made.'Oh, Omegas are such little bitches to each other!'
'They're all so jealous!' 'Every other Omega is competition especially male
Omegas!'.Never mind that he was Beth's fucking father. Given the current
circumstances though...Rick hated himself even more for validating Jerry here.
Grandson was totally different from daughter but he had no doubt Jerry would
treat it as if it wasn't. Rick HAD fucked up pretty bad this time. But by far
the worst part was now Rick had to stand here and look like he gave a damn
about anything Jerry said to him. He was in the wrong in this situation; it was
the least he could do.
"I'm sorry...you and Morty did WHAT?", Jerry shrieked.
"I-I'm pretty sure you heard me, Jerry. Will me saying it again somehow make
you feel better. C-Cuz I remember when I found out about you and Beth I sure
didn't want to talk about it. Morty went into a rut over a million miles from
Earth and any other human. S-So we fucked. D-did that make you feel better,
Jerry? Oh and reeeeeaal nice parenting by the way. Y-your other kid is an Alpha
so there was over a 60% chance Morty would be too. J-Jesus, Jerry, read a
fucking book.", Rick sounded bored because he was. Even arguing with Jerry was
about as interesting as watching paint dry.
He couldn't even look at Beth. Jerry was one thing but upsetting Beth? Man,
Rick just kept winning father of the fucking year, didn't he? He'd fucked her
son. He'd taken her son's virginity! Christ, this was fucked up. So he'd focus
on Jerry. Didn't matter if he fucked Jerry's son.
Seeing Jerry's sorry ass reactions made him feel a little better. Rick couldn't
help but snicker at Jerry's incoherent sputtering. "L-Look, are we done here
yet because I have some very important stuff waiting in the garage.", he tried,
hoping they'd both be so stunned he could make a smooth getaway.
Alas, no luck. "H-How can you just say something like that? HOW THE HELL COULD
YOU DO THAT?! That's my son, your grandson! HOW CAN YOU STAND THERE AND JUST
ADMIT TO HAVING SEX WITH YOUR GRANDSON?!", Jerry shrieked. He was shooting wild
glances at Beth, hoping the Alpha would make the situation better just like he
always did. Beth wasn't even sparing him a glance now, eyes boring into Rick's,
completely silent. Rick tried his best to ignore that but it was like she was
stabbing him( Rick would prefer that she did).
"Well, what did you want me to do?! Did you want me to just lie to you about
it??? D-Damn that would've been a great idea. Forget I said anything then. If
you need me, I'll be in the garage.", and with that he began to stalk away.
Would've managed to get out not much worse for wear if Morty hadn't caught his
hand. Rick snatched his hand away. What the hell was the little shit doing,
touching him like that right now?! He had to realize that he was basically
shooting them in the foot!
"Rick...", Morty whimpered and flashed his fucking doe eyes at him. Goddamnit.
Rick sighed and turned back to Jerry. He'd do anything so long as that little
creep didn't try to hold his hand again. Boy had no damn sense at all.
"Fine.", Rick sighed. "I can see how this might be something you guys need to
talk about so...l-let's fucking talk. What do I need to say to make this
better?". It was the closest thing to an apology Rick had given anyone in a
very long time.
"What can you say to make this better?!", Jerry bellowed, "Not a damn thing!
You've already ruined him! What's next, do you want to rape Summer too?!" .
What the hell did he just say?! Oh no. Oh fuck no. Any sympathy Rick might have
had for Jerry here-and it was damn microscopic to start with- was fucking gone
now. "Oh fuck you, Jerry! You gave birth to him and even you didn't know Morty
was an Alpha! How the hell was I supposed to know then!? You think I fucking
wanted this?! Look at this shit!", Rick shot back, grabbing Jerry by his stupid
polo and forcing him to look at the bruising and still slightly bleeding Claim
mark. "You think I wanted him to do this to me?! Your son did that all on his
own, Jerry!".
Rick pushed Jerry away from him so hard that he went staggering back into Beth.
Rick finally looked up at her to huff, "Are you just going to let him talk to
me like that?!". He definitely deserved it but he was stunned by it all the
same. Her Omega had just accused her father of rape! He fucking gave birth to
her was that worth nothing?! He knew he wasn't the best parent but he still
brought her here, dammit, and she was shattering his heart.
Her face was cool fire and when she wore that expression she looked just like
her mother. He knew he should be frightened; when her mother gave him that look
he knew to run for it. But he was enchanted. He couldn't help but marvel for
just a second over what a beautiful little girl he had. Then he remembered that
giving in to the Omega side of himself was what had gotten him into this mess
in the first place and fixed her with a half hearted scowl.
Cooly, she replied,"Just answer the question, Dad. Then we'll see."
His face fell before he could stop it though only for a second or two before he
managed to wrangle himself back in. Another thing she'd inherited from her
mother. Beth could cut him so deep he felt the hurt in places he hadn't even
realized he had. Rick couldn't shot back a snappy comeback for fear of his
voice shaking. He just looked at his daughter and realized more than ever how
much he'd failed her. Morty was trying to hold his hand again and Rick swatted
him away. Looking away and at Morty, even if it was just to mouth a few curses
at him, gave him confidence to answer. He was still disappointed with how
defeated he sounded when he sighed, "No. I promise you I will never do anything
to Summer. I swear it. I swear I'll never touch Morty again either.". Morty
whined and Rick ignored him.
Beth nodded but didn't apologize for Jerry or herself.
Rick continued, "But what was I supposed to do?! We were hours away from
anything even vaguely humanoid! He went into rut and the hormones were
overwhelming him! He's a high level, he couldn't just tough it out the fever
could have killed him, Beth! W-was I supposed to do just let the heat drive him
insane?! I'm his grandpa, do you think I could just watch him suffer?!". Her
expression was softening as she realized that as fucked up as all this was it
had probably saved her son's life.
Unfortunately, her husband was not nearly as intelligent as she was. So Jerry
scoffed, "Well, it sure didn't stop you from watching him suffer before now.
What a coincidence! All of a sudden Rick gets a heart? No one's buying it,
Rick."
"Shut the fuck up J-Jerry, does it look like I'm talking to you? I'm talking to
your Alpha not you, you stupid little bitch! G-Go back to letting your
braincells waste away, adults are talking.",Rick snapped.
"Dad!", Beth scolded,"You're trying to get us to forgive you, remember?"
"I want you to forgive me honey; I don't give a fuck him.",Rick retorted. At
Beth's displeased glare he sighed. "F-Fucking fine. I'm sorry. Is that what you
want me to say?"
Beth nodded with a slight, encouraging smile. And Rick knew she would forgive
him so he had the confidence to add, "Look, I-I know I fucked up and I'm sorry
about that but I think you guys are reeeeeally blowing this out of proportion.
Yeah this was horrible and all but it's not changing anything. The only
difference between before and now is that Morty's p-presented. This fucking
shark bite on my neck will go away in like, w-what, 3 weeks.And I don't go
outside much, l-least not on this planet so no one's gonna see it. In a month
it'll be like nooone of this ever happened. I-It's not like we're mates or
anything."
"W-Wait a second-", Morty started before Rick smacked him on the back of the
head. What the hell was the moron doing?! Rick had talked them -well, the
parent that mattered-down. Why was Morty trying to sabotage them?! Rick would
have to have a talk with him about being such a freaky little masochist in
public.
"Oh wow, that makes everything better! That totally makes you less of an old
pervert! Like that makes any difference. Do you honestly expect that we'll
still let you stay here?! You should leave Rick!", Jerry shouted.
"Jerry!", Beth shrieked. She turned frantically back to Rick and pleaed, "He
didn't mean that, Dad!"
But for the first time since he got knocked up by his daughter, Rick wasn't
interested in arguing with Jerry. In fact, he agreed with him. "Fine. I'll be
gone by tommorow night.", he replied calmly. Then he kissed his daughter on the
cheek and left to go pack up the lab, all the clothes and other shit wasn't
important.
Jerry and Beth were left gaping after him. Morty's fists were clenched and he
was shaking in anger. "Y-You know what, Dad? Fuck you! You can be a real
asshole sometimes!", he cried and with that stormed out of the room after his
grandfather.
Chapter End Notes
     Comments please? Hate to sound like a comment whore but I saw a
     comment someone left for me yesterday and I only had four paragraphs
     of this chapter written but I finished it all in one sitting in one
     night because I was inspired. So if you want me to update
     quicker...lol ignore my desperation please :P but I love reading your
     comments, yknow?
***** What Was Disturbingly Some of The Best Sex Rick Had Ever Had In His Life
*****
Chapter Summary
     Morty is in a rut far, far away from the planet Earth and the only
     human- let alone Omega- in miles is his Grandpa Rick. So...they fuck.
     And if that wasn’t bad enough it’s some of the best he’d ever had.
Chapter Notes
     Told in a wet dream/flashback.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He’d been with Squanchy for a few weeks now and it was going about as well as
he could have hoped. He knew that Squanchy would take him, of course. The dude
was so lonely it was so sad Rick barely had the heart to give him shit about
it. He’d heard from Birdperson that Squanchy had had a lady for a month or two
and , like always, he’d gotten hot and heavy way too fast and fucked it all
over spectacularly. Rick wasn’t surprised; poor Squanchy had always been such a
pathetic romantic. He was surprised though that it’d lasted as long as it did.
Rick loved Squanchy, he was one of his best friends, but even Rick thought he
was disgusting.
But he’d been desperate when he left the house. He had to be gone before Morty
could wake up the next morning or he didn’t think he’d actually be able to go
through with it. And Birdperson had more or less politely blown him off. The
fucker. But he had hinted that Squanchy would be more than happy to take him-
which was going to be Rick’s next call anyway. Apparently, he’d been bugging
Pers about a Flesh Curtains reunion or some shit for weeks now.
Rick wondered why Squanchy hadn’t gone to the lead singer first about it. In
fact, Squanchy hadn’t really spoken to him since the party with the K-lax
Crystals. Apparently, he would have asked Rick too but he’d been too
embarrassed to talk to Rick. Not since his “grandson had caught him squanching
off in a closet”. Which was fucking hysterical. Rick wished he’d seen the poor
kids face.
But disgusting nature aside, Squanchy was a good guy and he was ecstatic to
have his best friend back in his life on a day to day basis. And he had an
extra room and an air mattress, which was almost a step up from the cot he’d
been sleeping in at the Smith house. At least now he didn’t feel like he was
waiting in the fucking trenches for Charlie to bring the heat.
And besides, Rick could do with some reliving of the glory days right about
now. Hell, he’d even give in and go on a stupid reunion tour with Squanchy. Why
not? He’d tried the whole family man thing and it’d backfired terribly. It
always did when Rick tried to fix things. So why the hell not go back to what
he knew worked for him? Partying with short breaks for comalike sleep. And
there was no one better to party with then Squanchy. He was possibly the single
living creature more stuck in the past than Rick was. Who didn’t love the
friend that made you feel better about yourself. Fuck Pers, it was better this
way. Squanchy was an enabler and Rick loved him for that.
And the first week and a half...hell, it’d almost been enough to make Rick
forget he’d fucked his grandson and had officially and forever lost the love of
his only child. It had been classic Rick. No, better, fucking old school Rick.
Impossible, mind bending, ridiculous partying that wasn’t technically even
physically possible. In fact, it actually wasn’t. At some point Rick must have
blacked out so hard he invited something because from what little he remembered
of it he’d actually bent the laws of time and even gravity. They’d gone hard.
Harder than they should have and Rick would be lying if he said he hadn’t not
so secretly been hoping to hurt himself in some way with it. He was a 62 year
old man parting the way he did in his 30s and 40s. It was quite frankly it was
a miracle he’d survived it.
But it had been fucking legendary. At one point, he and Squanchy had gotten so
high that they hadn’t slept for four days straight. There’d been a 10way
somewhere in there that had ended up as a 15way and that was being
conservative. Rick still had no idea how he’d convinced one of the fine ass
Gazorpazorp women to take part in it. They were all notorious dykes. However
he’d done it Rick would be bragging about it till the day he died. Damn, he was
smooth! He really had no idea what the fuck everyone else had been but he did
know that miraclously he hadn’t caught anything and he’d let a pair of
glipglops run a train on him. And those guys got around. They practically made
Rick look celebate.
He’d been so drunk he hadn’t been able to see most of the time let alone think
about anything other than snorting, injecting or smoking whatever was in front
of him. But then out of the blue, he hadn’t felt much like partying. In fact,
he even felt an acuter version of shitty than he usually did. And his mind kept
straying to the last place he wanted it to- his family.
Shit, he must have fucked something up beyond repair with some of that shit the
Humox had given him. They had the best shit in the universe but no one ever
bothered to stay long enough to figure out what the hell it was because they
were creepy as shit. Better an overdose from...whatever than have them take you
to one of their “dark rooms”. Rick was certain he’d had a very bad batch
because he was even starting to miss JERRY.
And it was worse for the family he actually liked. If he thought about Beth all
he could do the entire day was sit around and drink. Which was what he normally
did, true but he hadn’t had to drink alone since he’d left the house. There was
always Squanchy, some random person, a bunch of random naked aliens. Rick was
never alone anymore but it wasn’t helping now. Without Beth...he was so
depressed not even copious amounts of drugs or mindless sex could make it
better. It didn’t even fool him into thinking he was happy with his life
anymore. Shit, was he just broken?
God, he missed Summer. She was such a bitch and he adored her for that. He’d
always understood her more than anyone else had and he suspected she had the
same ability when it came to him. Which is why she called him on his bullshit
whenever she saw it. He supposed she was the most like him out of all of them.
Probably why he didn’t pay her as much attention as he did Morty. Two Ricks
together only ended in catastrophe. He didn’t want her anymore like him than
she already was.
The worst, of course, was thinking about Morty. They’d been away from each
other for a month. And yes, Rick was more than a little afraid of what would
happen when alien shit inevitably kept showing up and Rick wasn’t there to
protect him. Worse still, if some other Rick were to try to get their filthy
paws on him. It was a fact. If he liked his Morty than so would other Ricks.
Though from what he’d heard it was extremely unusual to have an Alpha!Morty.
( And as far as he knew he was the only Omega Rick- lucky fucking him.) He’d
taken most everything from the Garage by this point but the whole fucking
galaxy and a few others knew the Smith House as his address. So trouble was
just bound to come knocking sooner or later.
He tried to convince himself that all this was normal even for someone like him
who was damn proud of just how far he’d told that word to shove itself up its
own ass. Everyone wanted family around when they were sick, right? Not that he
was because Rick never got sick. He was RICK. That was explanation enough for
anything. But he had been feeling a bit under the weather from this weird new
manifestation of his depression. He barely ate anything that wouldn’t get him
high but he was feeling nauseous more often than not now. He hadn’t thrown up
yet (from anything other than drinking or mixing the wrong drugs that is. But
he felt like it might be soon and as often as he puked this felt different.
Leave it to him to find a way to puke from sadness.
It was completely normal to want family during a time like this. Someone
comfortable. And Rick wasn’t as comfortable with anyone as he was with Morty.
Of course. That was easy to explain.
The other part of it was much harder. Pun completely intentional because the
timing was perfection. If Rick couldn’t make fun of himself too while he made
fun of everything else he’d be a pussy like Jerry. But joking aside Rick was
probably way more fucked up than he’d thought and he’d had Unity assimilate a
girrafe so it would fuck him. But a giraffe was one thing and his grandson was
another.
Rick wanted Morty. And he wanted him bad. He felt like some damn teenager
again. He was waking up almost every night or morning or in some infinite
vacuum, sheets coated in slick( he hadn’t made slick in years outside of sex
what the fucking hell) which was horrible but at least he was alone in his
shame. But it was a lot more tramutizing when he woke up on a rug, on the
ground outside or in some stranger’s bathroom.
The craziest part was it wasn’t like he was hurting for it either. Most of the
time these days he couldn’t remember how many times he’d fucked though he knew
it was more than 10. (And he had the Glipglops to thank for that. There were
like a gizillion of them because they had had his drug to make them fuck like
rabbits who had just gotten out of jail.) He was even taking it more than he
was giving it now but every time he closed his eyes he saw them on that damn
spaceship and his this were dripping. He could barely remember heats but he
sometimes thought it was more slick than then. He’d ruined countless pairs of
identical kahkis. He was down to wearing blue fucking pants. What the hell was
wrong with him?!
Of course, Rick knew what was wrong with him even if he hadn’t gotten around to
owning up to it yet. What was wrong was that Morty has been good, damn good. It
had been one of the top 10 fucks of his entire life. And it’d been with his
grandson so it would NEVER happen again. Rick would personally make sure that
it didn’t even if his body was screaming a repeat performance was all he wanted
in the whole universe.
But that didn’t make the wet dream go away. He still had that and it was
threatening to take over his life. He couldn’t sleep without it happening and
now he didn’t want it to. Rick, the sick fuck that he was, couldn’t get enough
of that shit. At first he had resisted but now he didn’t even bother. If he
needed to get off to it he’d let himself jack off.
Was it really any worse than all the other shit he’d done over the years? Fuck,
why the hell shouldn’t he? He was already utterly disgusted with himself and
that was before waking up in a sticky cocoon of his own treachery. There wasn’t
anything that could make it any worse. He didn’t even care anymore if all this
was just because of the fucking shark bite on the side of his neck. An orgasm
was an orgasm. And GOD. If there was anything Rick liked about being an Omega -
and this was literally the only perk- it was the tendency to cum more slowly.
It lasted so, so much longer and he was practically screaming by the end of it.
And this morning he happened to wake up in soaked sheets on his air mattress
back at Squanchy’s place, alone. With the door shut. Rick would have locked it
but figured it would serve the dumbass right to get an eyeful after Morty’d
caught him doing the Funky Spider-Man in his tool closet. And Rick was so horny
he didn’t think he could wait.
With a shuddering breath, Rick ran a hand down his chest so slowly it was
nearly painful. He felt a bit bad once he realized he was touching himself the
way that Morty would- the way Morty had. But not near bad enough to stop. He
hesitated for maybe half a second at the sight of the mystery pants he was
wearing which clearly weren’t his because there was a third unused leghole. Not
too uncommon so he simply unbuttoned, unzipped and undid the velcro -yes AND-
before throwing the damn things across the room. He never wore underwear (The
easier to please you, my dear!).
God, he was so wet. How the fuck was it possible for anyone his age to be this
wet?! He bit his lip as he slipped his hand down the cheeks of his ass and ran
a finger along the crack. His lips fell open in a slight gasp as he teased his
entrance with a finger, nice and slow like Morty would. He pressed his head
back against his pillow and slipped it inside, feeling light and fluttery from
just this when he normally found threeways to be vanilla and passé. But this
was how Morty did things. Morty would even insist on using lube when he so
clearly didn’t need it. As he sank the finger in deeper, he let his eyes fall
closed and the memory scorched into his mind flood him.
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Suddenly Morty was taking his shirt off.
"H-Hey bud? Watcha doing?", Rick asked cautiously. He was almost certain he
didn't want an answer.
”Hot.”, Morty repeated in a grunt that was so close to an Alpha growl that Rick
found himself leaning in even though he wanted with absolutely everything to
fling himself out of a window.
Rick shot his grandson a nervous glance out of the corner of his eyes and not
liking what he was seeing he quickly locked his eyes back on the stars. Fuck.
This was going downhill so fast his head was spinning. And he swore to himself
it absolutely wasn’t from the musk of a young Alpha he was practically
marinating in. His voice was much weaker-pathetic, old man- than he wanted as
he stammered, “W-Well I don’t know what to tell you bud...A.C’s doing it’s damn
best over here. Y-You’re just gonna have to stick it out, Mort.”.
They flew on in silence for a minute or two and Rick was about to release the
breath he disn’t Know he’d been holding. And then he heard a belt unbuckling.
OH HELL NO. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, crisis mode. “Nope! Nope! Nope! None of
that!”, Rick exclaimed.
Unsurprisingly, Morty had not been listening to him and the belt had been
thrown somewhere in the back seat. And his hands were reaching for his zipper.
“Hot...so hot.”, he groaned, working on his button now.
Rick managed to grab Morty’s hands in one of his larger ones and yank them away
before he could actually pull them down. He was putting a stop to this bullshit
right now. “Nope. B-Bad. W-We’re not doing that. Grandpa Rick says you have to
keep pants on at all time in the spaceship.”. Shit , he really was sweating
though. Like, he might actually get heat stroke or something. FUCK. “Screw you
for making me say shit like this Morty. You can leave the shirt off but pants
stay on. Only G-Grandpa can be in the spaceship without pants.”
Morty was squirming and whining like a little bitch until somehow the jackass
got the idea to pull his hands back to his side of the ship and Rick’s with it.
Then, inexplicably, he put their hands, facing Rick’s so it would touch him, on
his knee. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Rick fell for it hook, line and sinker. He pulled his hand away so hard he
might have pulled something. “Don’t you do it, Morty!”, he cried. “I’m
serious!”. He didn’t need to look over to see that he had.
But he did look over and it was easily one of the worst thing he’d done in his
life. Because he’d fucking changed everything with that one look. Morty was
practically naked and instead of being disgusted- because ew Morty was a little
creep, right?- Rick was...entranced. It sure as hell wasn’t the first time
Morty had been naked in front of him. Morty’d been in S&M gear in front of him
and he didn’t bat an eye. And seeing Summer practically naked he’d nearly
thrown up. But this was...different and...and just fucking horrible! What the
hell is wrong with you, you creepy old perv?!?
Morty was...different than he’d been last time. Rick knew it was mostly the new
Alpha pheromones tricking him into believing Morty was suddenly so much more
handsome now. But that didn’t even make sense because he was so old Alpha
pheromones should barely affect him. Fuck, what the hell menopause ignoring all
the best parts of it? Just his damn luck.
But he was beautiful either way. Rick found himself wanting to wolf whistle but
thank whatever the fuck that he managed to bite down on that instinct. Morty’s
unruly mop of hair was glinting now under the flickering ship lights he hadn’t
gotten around to fixing yet (it’d only been a year or two). It was unfair how
good this kid’s hair looked when it was wet. Now the curls were loose
and...pretty. They framed his face perfectly. His eyelashes had to be like a
foot long- how was this an Alpha?!- and his brown eyes burned with intensity
underneath it though unseeingly. Good. Last thing the world needed was Morty
realizing how attractive he could be. Single beads of sweat were dripping down
his chest which was starting to become defined. Rick tried to ignore the perky
little nipples the kid had but fuck they were adorable! He was staring and he
couldn’t help it. Dripping down his chest to his washboard flat stomach- oh
shit was Morty starting to get abs?!- and down...lower. To where a dark trail
of hair began leading down to his soaked, CLINGING boxer briefs.
Rick, as he often was, was caught between laughing and slapping himself in the
face. They had fiucking baseballs on them because his mommy still bought his
underwear for him. His mom who was Rick’s daughter. Who Rick had given birth
to. And now he was looking at-and lustfully- at her son. Who was his grandson.
Despite reminding himself of all that he was literally staring at Morty’s
crotch so hard his head was turned. Jesus fucking Christ, that boy had a
MONSTER of a cock. That had to be like 8 inches already and Morty was only like
14 or something.
This time Rick couldn’t stop himself, overwhelmed with respect and pride for
the kid. “Well damn Morty! L-Look at the cock on you. Grandpa’s damn proud of
yEUGhou.”, he admitted fondly because he was. Really. For a second. Then he
thought about what this meant and the leering grin slipped from his lips. This
Morty...he could actually get that Jessica girl. And he could be on the
football team. And he could be popular. And then...then...he wouldn’t have time
for Rick. He only ever had in the first place because he was kind of a loser.
Who the hell wanted to hang out with their grandpa? Especially when their
grandpa was Rick.
That’s what this was. Rick was losing him. He knew it would happen one day but
so soon? He didn’t want this! He could get another one, yeah, but he wanted
this one. So perhaps he could be forgiven for what he did next which was THE
worst thing he’d ever done. Rick- you stupid fucker!- had thoughtlessly clapped
a hand to Morty’s shoulder. He’d touched an Alpha in heat. That was practically
shooting yourself in both feet than breaking your legs with crowbars so you
couldn’t run. And if that wasn’t bad enough he’d squeezed and looked a rutting
High Level Alpha in the eyes. “I’m happy for you, Morty.”. He’d truly meant it
and Rick could remember few times when he’d been as proud of himself as he had
been then. And then...then he realized what the hell he had just done. He
yanked his hand away and moved himself as far from Morty as he could physically
get.
But it was too late. A part of him had known instantly what was going to
happen. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t fight against it with everything he
had. Slowly, Rick reached behind his seat trying to attract as little attention
as possible. Because now Morty’s eyes were seeing and it was Rick they were
smoldering so intensely at. Rick dig around finding a pocket filled with
syringes of something that he had long since forgotten about. But it was
something. He pushed it under his seat and kept his foot on it. It’d have to
do. He’d deal with the consequences when they came.
Then, without a word of warning Morty was stripping off his briefs and going
bare pickle in front of his grandpa. This might have been one of the worst
things to happen in anyone’s life. This was an emergency and Rick’s entire life
was avoiding death. He slammed on the breaks and shifted the ship into park
before ordering the ship to put up their force fields. “Hell fucking no! Nope.
You stop this right now, young man and put your fucking underwear back on! You
are making me be the voice of reason here and it is NOT a good look for me,
Morty!”, he shouted. “I am not going to drive this ship a lightyear further
until you put your fucking clothes on, Mortimer.”.
”You like it.”, growled a voice that Rick didn’t recognize. But it sent a
shiver down his spine and left a fluttering feeling in his gut he knew all too
well as the beginnings of Omegan arousal. His cock was completely limp still
but now he was squirming in his seat. That was an Alpha’s voice, just shy of an
Alpha command. A High Level too. It was only because he was who he was that
Rick managed to keep his eyes fixed on the stars. He didn’t care for Alphas no
matter what his body thought.
”You like me.”, the voice that Rick didn’t think he would ever be able to
connect to his grandson continued. Rick wouldn’t look at him but he could tell
Morty was getting closer to him. Rick felt Morty’s breath against his neck as
he spoke again, “It’s okay. I like you too.” Rick tried and failed to suppress
a full body shudder. And the little fucker laughed at him! Where the hell was
that endearing little stammer? Gone with both their dignities he supposed.
The spell was broken when Rick felt Morty’s hot little hand on his thigh. The
cheesy bastard actually whispered into his ear when he admitted, “Don’t you
want me, Omega?”. Then he bit Rhe shell of Rick’s ear which normally could undo
him but now only angered him.
”Fuck no.”, Rick growled at him. In a second he had the syringe in his hand and
pressed against Morty’s neck. “Cut this shit the hell out, Morty. This isn’t
funny and it’s not cute. You are pissing me the fuck off now, hear me? Get your
hands off me and if you ever talk to me like that again, or any Omega for that
matter, I won’t even warn you. Got it?!”, he hissed. He hadn’t felt this sober
in years. There went his stammer too.
If Morty was planning on using the element of surprise he had utilized it
perfectly against him. This person- not his grandson, couldn’t be!- licked the
needle, up the syringe until he was licking Rick’s fingers. Rick dropped the
syringe before he could stop himself and wiped them on his lab coat. “Fiesty.”,
Morty growled. He was practically in Rick’s seat too now, their faces mere
inches apart. And then he was leaning in for a kiss.
Fuck! Rick pushed Morty away as hard as he could without sending him through
the windshield. He was past angry and just terrified now. He’d forgotten how
strong an Alpha in rut was. Just Morty’s hands on his knees was enough to
almost pin him down. And there was no way Rick could run away from this. His
portal gun was in the passenger’s side glove box. His eyes darted back and
forth like a trapped animal. Shit! With no better plan in mind Rick frantically
clambered over the driver’s seat and tumbled into the backseat. He whipped off
his lab coat and held it in front of himself like a dumbass trying to use it as
some sort of shield.
But instead of following like Rick had been scared he would Morty started
sobbing, tears running down his tiny little face. “Shit.”, Rick hissed under
his breath. God, his resolve crumbled so fast in front of this kid and the
little butch knew it. He knew how he could manipulate Rick, he had to. Rick
knew all of that as fact but he couldn’t help it. He shaking my reached out and
patted Morty on the head. The Alpha has been easy to deny. The guy was an
asshole like they all were. But this was Morty and fuck if he didn’t have a
soft spot for Morty as big as a Cronenburg’s ass. “There there?”, he tried.
This time when Morty glommed onto him it was just to cry against him like a sad
naked, octopus. So...just an octopus. And yet he still felt the kid’s boner
against his leg. How the hell was he still hard?! He was getting tears and snot
all over the shoulder of Rick’s coat. Damn kids. “G-Grandpa Rick...!”, Morty
wailed and Rick couldn’t help but sigh in relief, there was the stammer.
Rick pulled Morty into the backseat with him and tried to set him in the seat
beside him. He didn’t know why he bothered. The kid was in his lap a second
later still crying his little eyes out. Rick rubbed a hand up and down his
grandson’s sweaty- and kind of muscular- back and tried not to gag. He had to
at least act comforting. “There there?”, he repeated and Morty started crying
even harder and octopused himself even tighter around Rick. Jesus Christ. At
least this was something he could handle. At least he was dealing with Morty
again. So he ran an awkward hand through his hair. “W-What’s the matter,
sport?”, Rick asked in his best imitation of a normal grandfather.
”H-Hurts!!!!”, Morty whimpered into his shoulder.
Rick had to bite down on his lip til it bled to not roll his eyes. But Morty’s
cock sandwiched between them -somehow completely unsexually- was a painful and
alarming shade of red. Fuck, the kid really must be in pain. Fuck! Was he
actually considering this?! Shit. He wasn’t just considering it he’d decided.
FUCK! Fuck everything he’d said he was the best grandpa in the universe. “Ok.”,
he sighed. “Grandpa Rick’s gonna help you. B-But no touching Morty, got it?!
I’m serious h-here.”
Morty stopped sobbing long enough to look up at him, face a mess of tears and
snot. Rick took pity on him and gave him a small smile, wiping him off with the
sleeve of his lab coat. That is until the little dumbass asked, “Help me how?”.
The world was in trouble if someone like this was an Alpha.
Rick snorted in amusement but resolutely looked away from Morty and was
absolutely not blushing. “W-what the fuck do you think? I’m gonna help you cum,
idiot.”. After an uncomfortable silence Rick continued, “Look it’s your dick
that’s hurting, right?!”. Morty nodded. “W-We’ll what the hell did you t-think
that meant, that it was going to fall off?”, Rick taunted.
Morty made a sound that was almost a laugh and Rick was further assured that no
one had ever loved a grandchild so much. Hell, he was even proud of himself for
this! He’d really grown as a person since he’d come back into Beth’s life. He
actually even managed to delude himself into thinking she’d thank him for this
and be grateful he did it. The brain was amazing, especially the power of
denial. “Yeah...kind of.”, he admitted sheepishly. “T-thanks Grandpa Rick. What
are you going to do?”.
Rick pushed Morty off him as gently as he could. “F-First you gotta get the
fuck off my lap. I am not doing this with you on top of me. That’s waaaaEUGHy
too fucking weird.”, he stalled. “Look...you can’t tell anyone about this.
Ever. You have to promise”, Rick insisted, voice with a hysterical edge to it
he couldn’t quite force out of it.
Morty nodded, eyes so innocent and just so fucking honest. “I promise Rick! B-
But really, what are you going to do?”
Rick huffed, “You really can’t figure it out?! Gonna make me say it, huh?! I
bet you’re getting off to this you sick little bastard. That’s your thing huh?
Forcing me to say shit?”. With another sigh he more or less shouted, “I’m gonna
get you off, dumbass! J-Just a handjob and nothing else.”
Chapter End Notes
     If you can’t tell I’m splitting the sex scene in half. Sorry it took
     so long but I think waiting for inspiration payed off. I like it.
     This story was abandoned but I suddenly wanted to write the sex scene
     so it’s back on! Enjoy loves!
End Notes
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