That Is MY Morty!

AN: This is a really old something and I've finally decided to post it even though it's really dumb. I just wanted to write a scenario where Morty encounters Rick/Morty relationships…in a special strip club of all places. Warnings: very strongly hinted Rick/Morty, molestation/sexual assault (but it doesn't get too far) Summary: Rick has to make a business deal at some weird club. Morty has the urgent need to use a restroom and can't wait on Rick any longer inside the car. So, he also enters the club, which might not be such a good decision…

That Is MY Morty! Morty looked with furled brows down at a dark-gray asteroid that looked sparse except for one single building and an adjoining parking lot. "I thought we were going to Blips and Chitz, Rick." He complained as his grandfather landed the space car in one of the empty spots. "Yeah, we will. I'll just have to do a little business here first." Rick explained as he turned around and started to fumble for something below the backseats, the sound of empty bottles clinking against each other reverberating in the small space of the vehicle as he did so. The boy's frown only deepened at the mention of "business". As far as he knew the scientist, that business thing would be something shady again – probably a weapon or a drug deal, he could bet. Instead of reprimanding his grandfather how wrong that was, he looked over to the singular building on this lone space rock. It had a flashing neon sign at the top that read "The Crazy Rick". So, Morty in his curiosity asked instead, "What is that place?" "That's just a little club that's frequented by Ricks who don't like visiting the Citadel. Even the Galactic Federation won't find this place so it's pretty safe." Rick answered as he finally found the object that he was looking for – a simple, black briefcase. The old man burped briefly before he continued. "See here, I-I-I don't really like this place, but the owner said that he couldn't leave and so we have to make the trade here. You just wait in the car. I'll make it quick." After Rick left the space car with the briefcase in hand, he looked back at Morty to tell him one last important information. "Don't open the doors. Especially not if it's a Rick." With that said, Morty watched his grandfather walk over to the building. He briefly talked to the bouncer, who was a really beefed-up Rick, before he was let inside and vanished from the boy's sight. Morty sank back into his seat and wondered how long he would have to wait. If Rick said, he wouldn't take long, he could actually be away for hours. For all the boy knew his grandfather would get drunk and high with whatever Rick he was meeting in there. Sighing, he rolled his eyes at the thought and could already feel boredom creeping up on him. Searching for something to keep himself occupied, he looked around the parking lot. There were some space cruisers, which looked identical to the one that he currently sat in but some also looked completely different and not like they were made out of trash. His attention was briefly pulled towards a green portal opening next to the entrance of the building as a Rick walked out of it and up towards the bouncer. As far as Morty could see, he wore a yellow button-up shirt with black dots on it, blue tightfitting jeans and high-heeled leather boots. He also seemed to have a few gold studded earrings in one of his ears. The unusual-looking outfit made Morty blink a little before the Rick was also let in. Going back to browsing the surrounding parking lot with his eyes, he noticed that another Rick was standing next to one of the vehicles. From the looks of it, he seemed to be making out with a smaller person that he pressed against the side of the car, but from this angle, it was impossible to see the other. Morty quickly averted his eyes. Seeing his grandfather getting it on with what he assumed must be a space-hooker was not something that he wanted to see even if he wasn't able to spot much more than the spikes of his hair from here. It also didn't matter whether it was his actual Rick or one of the countless other versions of him who was doing it… The boy leaned back in his seat again, feeling bored out of his mind. Having anticipated to spent the afternoon with his grandfather at Blips and Chitz and playing the new arcade game that they made for the Two Brothers Movie, he felt really disappointed. It was just so like Rick to get his spirits up and high and then leave him hanging like that. '"I'll make it quick" my ass.' He thought grittily. Seeing, as he wasn't left to do anything else, Morty kept waiting. That was until his bladder suddenly started to bother him, inching in his focus with an uncomfortable pressure. 'Aw geez… that, too, now…?' Morty looked back to the entrance but there was no trace of his Rick anywhere. Rolling with an idea inside his head and feeling the increase of pressure, the boy slowly made up his mind. There was no way that he could wait till Rick was back and then until they reached the next restroom in space. 'I'll just be quick. Use the toilet and then I'm out again.' Morty told himself as he opened the door. He didn't even think about doing his business out here – not when a perfectly fine toilet would be waiting inside for him. However, as he came closer towards the door, he wondered if he would even be let inside. Rick had said that this was a place frequented by Ricks, which didn't automatically mean that Mortys were also welcome here. If anything, it sounded more as if the opposite would make sense now that the boy thought about it. Still, he only wanted to use the toilet, he wouldn't bother anyone in there. Maybe they would let him in if he just explained properly. As he finally reached the entrance, he fearfully looked up at the bouncer. From close up, he looked even taller and more buff – totally intimidating to say the least. As the Beefcake Rick looked wordlessly down at him through his black sunglasses, Morty almost forgot what he wanted to say. Actually, he felt like he wanted to just go back and wait in the car for his grandfather to come back. Going to the toilet wasn't really that important. Maybe he should just do what Summer always did and just pee in his pants. Feeling stupid for just walking away without saying anything, he opened his mouth and tried to formulate a response to the unspoken question. The first thing that escaped him where just a bunch of useless stutters. Swallowing, he took a deep breath and then said, "M-my Rick went in there. Just a-a few minutes ago." Actually, that wasn't what he had wanted to say and he looked with big eyes up at the bouncer who's face hadn't even twitched a single time since he had walked up to him. Instead of telling Morty off, he moved to the side. The boy's eyes widened a little more. The guy was really letting him in?! Not wanting to waste this chance, he resumed his old plan of just going in and relieving himself quickly. However, Morty really had no idea what would await him inside. Swiftly he found out that it wasn't what he had expected though. Just as he passed the little counter for the wardrobe and went through the door that lead inside the club, the first thing that he noticed was that the place looked actually clean. He honestly had been expecting to be greeted by a cloud of cigarette-smoke (or whatever else the Ricks in here would be smoking) and the sight of a dirty floor, littered with broken bottles or glasses and full of stains of spilled alcohol and vomit. However, the club looked sparkling clean as far as Morty could tell from the entrance. The walls were colored a light blue and the plush carpet on the floor a vibrant pink and everything was covered in the hues of neon lights that were lighting up the place. Right in front of Morty stretched out a bar along the right side of the room. On the stools in front of it sat a few Ricks, idly sipping their drinks or being in conversation, while behind the counter stood a Morty in a fine suit. Obviously, the boy was the barkeeper, as he was making a little show of mixing a drink in one of those metallic tumblers. That was certainly surprising, since the boy hadn't expected to see any Mortys in here. Especially not working in a place that he had at first assumed to be some dirty strip club. The Crazy Rick was apparently a place full of surprises. Morty stopped wondering about that though as he saw the sign that was pointing to the toilets, just past the bar. What a relief that he wouldn't have to make his way through the entire premise, he thought, as he finally dared to step further in. However, as he continued on, he was able to see much more of the club. On the left side, directly opposite from the bar, were tables and round sofas that were occupied by a few other Ricks. What shocked Morty though was not the arrangement or design of the furniture, but the Mortys, who were serving the customers. They wore practically nothing more than underwear! Well, actually it looked like over-sexualized waitress-uniforms, who were barely covering anything. He had seen similar costumes once in one of the many porn movies that he always watched on his laptop. Just that in those videos this outfits were worn by women. Unfortunately, that wasn't even the most shocking sight that would present itself to Morty. Further in the back of the establishment, stood a stage, which was lighted up by spotlights. There were dancing poles on it and he could see some Dancer Ricks in "questionable" outfits. What was more shocking to him, was the sight of Mortys, who were also dancing up there. Surrounding the stage were more tables with comfy sofas and some of the Ricks, who were seated there, had a Morty at their side. One really rich-looking one of them had even two – each on one of his sides. Those Ricks were very obviously groping their Mortys, but the boys didn't seem to mind that. They were actually touching their Ricks all over – one hand vanishing under clothes to touch skin, or lips that would be attached to a neck. It was one of the strangest sights that Morty had ever seen despite having seen a lot of shit in the universe thanks to his Rick already. Unwillingly, his eyes focused on one Morty, who was dancing up on the stage. Since he was standing on the outer, left part of the stage, the boy had a pretty clear view of him. The Dancer Morty wore the typical yellow t-shirt, but it was pulled upwards and tied together, just barely covering his nipples, looking like a crop top. The dark-blue jeans that he wore, had its legs ripped off and were nothing more than really tight and short hot pants. The material was wedge between the crease of his ass cheeks and left nothing to the imagination. At his feet were three Ricks who were wolf whistling and sloshing around the alcohol in their glasses, while the boy danced sensually against his pole. In a fluid movement, the boy slid down on the pole, pushing the cheeks of his perky butt flush against the metal, so that it was rubbing against his cleft. As he did so, the Ricks seemed to go completely crazy. As he was squatting, the old men stuffed a few bills in his too tight pants, before he moved upwards again and continued to dance, grinding his clothed crotch against his inanimate lover. Even from this distance, Morty could hear what they were drunkenly saying – or rather shouting – at the boy on stage. "Fuck, I wish that pole was me!" "Woohoo!" "C'mon! Show daddy what you've got!" 'Oh geez! Just what kind of place is this?!' Morty thought in a panic. Trying to keep himself from hyperventilating, he ripped his sight from the stage and focused back on where he wanted – actually, needed – to go. 'Just a quick dash to the toilet and then I'm out of here!!' With that thought on his mind, he continued his way straight to the restrooms, trying to walk past the bar as fast as he could without drawing any attention to himself. Unfortunately, the not drawing attention part didn't seem to work as a Rick already had set his eyes on him. He turned fully around on his stool and stood up to block Morty's path. "Why hello there. You alone here, cutie?" he asked in a sultry voice as if he wasn't just talking to an alternate version of his grandson. The Rick wore a light blue button-up shirt that was halfway unbuttoned and showed the skin of his chest. He also wore white pants, which were held up by a black belt and matching white, polished shoes. Morty looked up at the man's face as he almost ran into that exposed chest and saw him grin as he looked down at him through his purple tinted, thin-framed aviator sunglasses. "I-I-I just need to use the restrooms." The boy squeaked and hoped that this Rick would just leave him alone. "Oh, I can you bring you there." He said, still in the same tone. This response made Morty panic. He may be dumb, but he wasn't stupid enough to not get the implication that laid in that sentence. "Th-thanks, but I'm fine!" he almost yelled and quickly pushed past the Rick, shoving him back with more force than he intended to and right into the edge of the bar. Morty dashed so fast around the corner that he didn't get to see the sour face that the Rick made afterwards or hearing the chuckles of the few surrounding Ricks, who had watched all of the little encounter. The rejected Rick scowled as he sat back down on his stool and resumed drinking while still keeping his eyes on where the boy had just vanished. As Morty rounded the corner, he walked past a small flight of stairs that seemed to lead to the second floor and then came to a stop in front of two doors. On one was a sign that looked like the head of a Rick and on the other a sign that looked like a Morty head. Morty figured that he shouldn't be surprised that the toilets wouldn't be divided by gender, but by being a Rick or a Morty. Apparently only Ricks and Mortys where at this place anyways. He used the appropriate door, but stopped before he even fully stepped into the restroom and quickly thought if he shouldn't use the other one. The sight that greeted him was that of two Mortys, who were sitting on the sinks on the furthermost right side and were noisily making out with each other. It actually looked like the one on the top was riding the Morty on the bottom, but thankfully they both still had their pants on. For as clean as the club had looked, this room looked just as filthy and Morty feared what the restroom for the Ricks might look like if the one for Mortys was in such a poor state. Aside from that, he was rather scared that he might get assaulted in the other bathroom – or saw something even more mentally scaring than what was happening right in front of his eyes – so he decided to ignore the two boys and just use the stall furthest away. As he sat down and took a leak, he tried to blend out the moans and groans that echoed off of the grimy tiles. This place reeked horrible and the floor was filthy and littered with cigarette butts and used condoms. The large mirror above the sinks had been smashed and there was graffiti all over the walls and stalls – including the little condom dispenser next to the sinks. Thinking about it now, taking a piss outside in the parking lot suddenly sounded much more inviting. Nothing he could do about it now though as he was already in here and had his world shattered once again by the sight of what was going on in this "fine establishment". After he was finally done, he walked over to the sink, using the one on the left to wash his hands and still trying to ignore the dry humping that was going on right next to him. As he hurriedly left the bathroom, he felt relieved and not only because he just emptied his bladder, but also because it meant that he could finally be out of here again. Using the same way that he came, he passed the stairs again and went around the corner. All he needed to do now was get past the bar in one piece and he would be home free. Unfortunately, he didn't get that far as his path was blocked as soon as left that backroom area. It was the same Rick from before again and this time he didn't look so friendly. No, he actually looked pretty livid and the sight scared Morty more than any of the hungry, man-eating aliens he had to run away from on his many adventures before. "I hope you got a little more time for me now?" he asked in a dangerous voice that stated as clear as day that he wouldn't accept a 'no' for an answer. "N-no." Morty dared to say defiantly. "My R-Rick is waiting for me." Morty hoped that the guy would buy the half-lie. Apparently, his answer was the wrong one and it didn't convince the other Rick at all. Suddenly, Morty was slammed against the wall and the Rick held his wrist above his head as he pushed his entire body up against him. The boy struggled against the older man, but was easily overpowered. "No! No! L-let go of me!" he yelled. "I don't think so, my pretty." Rick whispered in his ear. Morty's face scrunched up as the breath that reeked strongly of alcohol wafted easily up to his nose at the close proximity. "NO! HELP! Pl-please—someone help me!!" he shouted desperately. This only caused his assaulter to chuckle. As Morty frantically looked around, he could see that a few Ricks were watching the commotion, but none of them looked like they were even thinking about helping him. Even the Bartender Morty quickly looked the other way as he made eye contact with him. Tears welled up in his eyes as the hopelessness of his situation slowly sank in. No one would come to help him. No one would dare to stop this Rick from doing to him whatever he wanted to do. They both knew it and his attacker moved so that he was pinning both of his wrist with one hand to the wall. The now free hand slid beneath his yellow t-shirt and got a feel for the soft skin underneath. Morty could only whimpered pitifully at the unwanted touch. Even if the boy wanted nothing more than to will it all away, he could feel everything that was happening to him. Felt a finger touching his nipple while his shirt was pulled up. Felt moist lips touch the side of his neck. Felt a knee pressing between his thighs and adding pressuring with a slow grinding motion. Was there really nothing that he could do other than resign himself to his fate? It seemed like his silent prayers were answered though as suddenly all of the sensations vanished. Everything happened so quickly that Morty couldn't follow or quite comprehend what exactly or how it had went down. He only knew that he was released and his assaulter was laying on the floor, sunglasses laying somewhere on the carpet as he was nursing a bloody nose. With wide eyes, he stared at the familiar back that was clad in a white, stained lab coat. "That's my Morty! So fuck off!!" Rick bellowed angrily. The Rick on the floor looked back up and probably wanted to retort something, but stopped just as his mouth opened. Morty wasn't sure, but thought he saw something like fear flash briefly in the other Rick's eyes. As he was told, his assaulter got up, grabbed his broken sunglasses and slowly left the club while mumbling curses loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. As his Rick turned around, Morty could clearly see from the dilated pupils and the glow around the irises that his grandfather was high as fuck. He knew it! He knew that he would take his sweet time and get drunk and high in here! Still, he wouldn't comment on it right now. Not after he felt so grateful that his Rick had come and saved his ass. From the aggravation that was still showing on his face, Morty was actually becoming scared of his grandfather now – fully understanding why the other Rick had backed down so fast – and he was worried that he would be on the receiving end of that anger now. He was supposed to wait in the space car for him after all. To Morty's surprise though, Rick's face suddenly softened, but was oddly enough also still unreadable. "C'mon, Morty. Let—let's the hell get out of here. Blips and Chitz is waiting for us, Morty."

AN: And after that Morty asked Rick for the catheter ^^' (Ironically, I did see that promo video shortly after I had finished writing this.) Also, this was written before I played Pocket Mortys, so I was really amused when I found out that separating restrooms like that is technically canon. Anyways, I'm not very proud of this (especially not with the ending), but there you have it.

Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 10: What the heck!

AN: If this feels like a filler chapter to you, it's probably because it is. No really, I'm just using this to tie up some lose ends and to show a little bit of development in Rick's and Morty's relationship. So please lower your expectations and keep down your excitement. And yes, I do feel embarrassed that it took me this long to get it out (blame stupid writer's block). Warnings: Rick/Morty and some smutty (public) smut

Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 10: What the heck! Morty ran as fast as his short legs could carry him, close on Rick's heels. They had just picked up something from the hardware store that Rick needed for the gadget that he was currently working on and on their way back to the garage they had been surprised by a sudden downpour. The brunet ducked quickly into the garage behind his friend, but the damage was already done. Both teens were drenched, small puddles forming underneath their feet from the water that was dripping off their clothes. "Gee, what's up with the weather? It was still sunny when we left. Pretty weird, right Ri—?" The words died in Morty's throat as he saw how the other teen pulled his t-shirt over his head. Letting the wet clothing drop gracelessly on the floor, the pants followed next. Heat rushed into the brunet's cheeks and even though he didn't mean to stare, he checked out his boyfriend's naked form as he stripped down to his boxer shorts. While his stature was short, Rick's frame was lean and had some muscle on it. Morty wasn't quite sure where those muscles came from since he had never seen the other work out. However, he then remembered that Rick was sometimes handling some really heavy equipment so maybe that had something to do with it. The memory of when he assisted his boyfriend with some components of the car resurfaced. Rick had been busy putting some reworked parts back into the engine compartment and Morty had thought that he could help with that. Confidently he had grabbed the car battery, but when lifting it up it weighed more than the expected 50 lbs. Whatever Rick had done to it, it was super heavy now and threatened to slip between his fingers and crash on the ground. Luckily, the other teen came to his rescue and took it off his hands before that could happen (and he knew that he would have never heard the end of it if he would have let it drop). The ease with which Rick had handled that metallic block had astounded Morty. Now that he thought about it, if the genius teen always lugged around stuff that heavy, he probably didn't need a workout program at all… "Hey, Morty! You should take your clothes off, too, or you're gonna catch a cold." The blue-haired boy ripped him out of his thoughts. His blush increased as he noticed the other's wolfish grin. Of course, Rick had caught him staring. Coming a few steps closer, his boyfriend added in a teasing tone, "Do you need my help with that?" "N-n-no. I-I'm f-fi-fine." Face changing to an even darker shade of red, Morty inched the slightest bit backwards. To his relief, Rick dropped the teasing and, albeit reluctantly, he slowly peeled the wet clothes from his own body. However, he couldn't help but feel shy about the entire situation. Sure, it wasn't like Rick hadn't seen him half-naked already, but that was before they had started dating. Also, this whole scenario was reminding him too much of a romance fanfiction that he had once read. In it, the two main characters had been surprised by a rainstorm in the middle of a forest and took shelter in an abandoned hut and they also took off their clothes and things had gotten really steamy then… And even though Rick had told him that he would take things slow, he sometimes did get a bit more handsy. They've been together for a few weeks now so he wouldn't really be surprised if the other considered that he had been waiting long enough. That thought only made Morty feel more exposed than he was. Shyly he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to cover as much of his body as he could. Of course, his antics didn't go unnoticed. "Oh come on, Morty. No need to act that way. We're all alone in here and no can see us." Those words didn't built up his confidence one bit and when Rick came closer towards him again, he felt like he wanted to hide somewhere. "And you don't have to be ashamed of your body." His boyfriend added and closed the last small distance between them. Then lips were on his and Morty wanted to melt into the kiss as he always did, but couldn't. His nerves didn't allow it. As Rick's hands wandered over his back, he only stiffened more the massaging motions failing to relax his tense muscles. Yet the other teen didn't give up and continued his stroking motions while his tongue slipped into the brunet's mouth. His body was quickly heating up even without the help of Rick's body warmth and his thoughts were tumbling, trying in vain to keep up with everything that was happening. It wasn't like he didn't want this, but he wasn't sure if he wanted it right now and right here… Rick's perfume and his natural scent were surrounding him, reminding Morty of their closeness again. Hyperaware, he noticed how the hands went lower and his eyes snapped open as they touched the waistband of his short. No, he couldn't! Quickly, he pushed the other away, bringing a small distance between them. "R-Rick, wait! I-I can't…I'm n-not ready yet…" "Huh? What do you mean?" Rick blinked at him for a moment. Then understanding dawned on his face. "Wait! You think that I want to—?! Jeez, Morty! We're not gonna do it in the garage. At least not the first time." He instantly moved away from the brunet and sat down in his swivel chair. "I don't know what rumors you've heard about me, but I have class, okay?" While Rick did sound a bit offended, he didn't look angry. Morty felt relief wash over him and his stiff body finally relaxed. "S-sorry. I just…I thought…I guess, m-my imagination ran away with me. Haha." He laughed nervously and rubbed his left arm, feeling once more embarrassed, but this time because he had been jumping to conclusions. "And then you're gonna claim that I have a one-track mind…" "I-I never said that!" "I know, I know. I was just making a joke. Chill, Morty." Rick began to unpack his purchase at the workbench and the brunet joined him, looking curiously over his shoulder. While, slowly drying off, both teens preoccupied themselves with tinkering again. However, Rick's still wet and occasionally dripping hair began to bother the genius. With an annoyed sigh, he tugged a stray strand back behind his ear. "Ugh! My hair's such a mess…" The complaint directed Morty's attention to the blue locks. Indeed, the spikes had been flattened from the wetness. "Actually, I think it doesn't look bad like this…" Daringly, he ran his hand through his boyfriend's hair, knowing very well that Rick was really picky about it and didn't just let anyone touch it. It was thick and despite the wetness still felt fluffy and the other didn't only allow him to continue, but even began to purr as he lightly scratched along the scalp. "Hmm…you really think so?" The other teen seemed to contemplate about a style change and pondered if he should try to slick his hair down a bit instead of keeping his usual spikes, which were funnily enough all natural. "Well, it's your hair, but I-I think, it suits you." Rick hummed again. "You're really starting to act your part, don't you Morty?" "Wha-what's that supposed to mean?" A blush sneaked on the brunet's face again since he knew what Rick was trying to say and his hands retreated again. "Y-you-you're acting your part pretty well yourself with going in-into protective boyfriend mode as soon a-as someone talks to me." That wasn't a lie since Morty noticed that the other tended to get easily jealous now whenever someone approached him. Even when they weren't flirting with him like Jessica had. "W-well, that's only be-because you need some protection. I-I mean, it's not l-like you're surrounded by the most reliable people anyways. And in the time I was s-skipping school, you were constantly beaten up. So, nothing wrong w-with someone looking after you, right?" The blue-haired teen was the one, who became flustered now, as he tried to defend his actions. After looking a little longer at Morty's face, he sighed. "Hey, you remember when you asked me if I put cams and mics in your house?" "Yeah…?" The brunet replied reluctantly. "Well…I might have bugged it…" "You what?! You lied to me! You said that you didn't plant any cameras or microphones!" "I never said that I didn't do that. I just said that it's a creepy creep move to do something like that." It was the truth. "Then—why did you do something like that?!" "I did it because I was worried about you!" "Worried about me?!" The boy didn't know how to take that. "Yeah. Just imagine what would happen if someone would break into your house at night. Your dad is such a coward, if he confronts the bugler, he'd probably tell him where all your money is including the combination to the safe and tell him where your and your sister's rooms are!" While Morty didn't want to think that his father would actually do that, he also couldn't deny that Rick had a point. "So, if anything happens, I'd be over there ASAP and safe your cute little ass." Rick continued with a confident smirk. The thought actually made Morty blush anew, thinking about the other coming to safe him as if he was some kind of knight in shining armor. That look somehow suited Rick. However, a sudden thought bothered him. "Wait! Did you put those cams and mics everywhere?!" He was embarrassed to think that Rick might have seen or heard when he was having his "private alone time" in the bedroom. Rick seemed to get where Morty was going with this. "Chill out, Morty. I didn't bug your room or the bathrooms. Your sister's or your parents' bedrooms are also safe. So, don't worry your little Morty head over that." Morty wasn't sure if he could trust what Rick had said, especially when he grinned at him like that, but he let it slip. He sighed. "Okay. That's good then." Rick's grin only broadened. Not knowing the truth would let Morty sleep better at night anyway.

Morty was flushing bright red as he was dragged by Rick into the school's restrooms. The blue-haired teen quickly checked if the stalls were empty before he pulled his boyfriend into one of them. Being roughly shoved into the wall of the cubicle, Morty mewled into the heated kiss that followed. It wasn't the first time that Rick did this – just pulling him into the boys' bathroom for a making out session – but he still felt that he should protest that they'll be late for their next class. Not that Rick ever cared about that before…or right now, for that matter. However, he would never understand why Rick was so insistent on doing this. Not that he didn't sometimes feel the urge to be a little more intimate with Rick. But why did he always have to drag him off to the restrooms? It only served to make Morty more embarrassed because this was such a public place. …Though, he couldn't deny that the prospect of getting caught made his stomach curl in excitement. Oh! That probably was the reason why Rick liked to do this with him in here… A muffled squeak escaped him as the other pressed closer and something hard was rubbing against his crotch. His blood tried its best to evenly divide itself between his cheeks and his lower body. With how flush Rick's body was pushing against his, it was pretty obvious to Morty what that hardness was that he could feel rubbing against him – and his own member was reacting to it, very eager to greet its counterpart. The brunet whimpered into the kiss as the other teen's hands landed on his backside and pulled him more into the movement. "R-Rick…" His boyfriend stopped humping him and released his lips, but still kept the close contact between their warm bodies. Breathlessly, Morty continued. "Rick…we re-really shouldn't…n-not right he-here…" "Oh come on, Morty." Light pecks were placed on his lips and cheeks. "There's no harm in fooling around a little bit." When the other kissed his neck and then began to suck at his pulse point, Morty official lost the discussion and gave in. Leaning his head back in order to give Rick more access, he moaned softly. "O-okay. But on-only a little bit…" If Rick hadn't reassured him before that he wouldn't go all the way with him in a place like this, he might have been more reluctant to agree. As it was though, his erection was twitching inside his pants and clearly looking forward to continue this. The blue-haired teen pulled him into the movement again as he rubbed their crotches together and Morty almost yelped. Hastily he slapped a hand over his mouth, flushing in shame as the echoing noise reminded him again that they were in a public place and people might hear him. Rick seemed fairly unbothered by that though and only grinned against the now bruised skin on his neck. When he stopped grinding again and brought some distance between their bodies, he chuckled at the disappointed sound that the brunet made. With the contact between them lost, Morty could feel the cold of the room seeping through his clothes and shuddered. Still, he waited with bated breath what his boyfriend would do now. He stared with big eyes downwards as Rick's hands fumbled with his pants. Deft fingers quickly opened button and fly and pulled his straining dick free of its confines and Morty felt so embarrassed because he was sure that Rick hadn't actually seen it the other time when they had studied for the math test. "Well, look at that. You're quite packing something for such a small kid." "Y-you—we're the same height!" Morty pointed out defensively, but still sounded flustered. "Yeah, we are~ Comes in handy, but we'll leave that for another time." The genius teen drawled and undid his own pants, pulling his erect cock out now. "Oh god!" Morty breathed as he saw the thick and long length that was actually a bit bigger than his own, completely forgetting to ask what Rick meant with his last statement. "Heh, already impressed? I haven't even started yet, baby." Rick leaned forward again until their cocks were touching and the brunet gasped. It just felt so hot and hard and oh god, the other was twitching as much as he did. Unable to help himself, Morty ground against his boyfriend's length, positively humping him. Rick allowed him this for a while, focusing back on creating a necklace of hickeys on the few space of the brunet's skin that was still unblemished. Very few spaces left indeed. However, he soon stopped that and placed his hands on Morty's hips to keep the boy from moving. The brunet whined in confusion, mind in a daze from all the pleasure. Only to moan loudly when Rick wrapped his hand around both their cocks. Clamping a hand over his mouth again, Morty watched with wide eyes and rapt attention how his boyfriend was stroking them both at the same time. It felt so good. Rick's hand around his member. And Rick's cock pressed tightly against his own. So hot and pulsing and slick with their combined precum. Morty keened. It was almost too much. Just as he was about to get lost completely in the sensations, a sudden noise ripped him out of his lustful haze. Someone had entered the bathroom. Both boys turned stock-still and listened intently. They could hear whoever had walked in entering another stall – thankfully not the one right next to theirs – and then the telltale sound of a zipper. Morty almost accidentally squeaked when the hand that was still wrapped around his dick suddenly picked up movement again. His boyfriend only grinned at him, clearly unworried that they weren't alone anymore. "Rick…please stop…" The brunet whispered frantically, afraid that with how close he was, he wouldn't be able to keep his voice in check. Rick didn't listen to him. Leaning closer to his ear, he only whispered, "Why? It's so much more fun this way." Morty couldn't agree although his traitorous cock was twitching in clear excitement. Its counterpart that was still pressed flush against it agreed in a similar manner. When Rick picked up the pace and tightened his grip, it didn't make matters any better – or better said, it made it better, which only made things harder for Morty. Both in the literal and metaphorical sense. The poor brunet tried his hardest to keep silent, his sweaty palm pressing as tightly against his lips as it could. For some reason, Rick seemed to be doing a lot better at the keeping quiet department. He had no idea how he did that. In an effort to keep control over his voice, he tried to concentrate on the other noises in the room. The decidedly unsexy noises of their unbidden guest. Eventually, it made Morty wonder how long one person could take for using the toilet. Whoever this was, he seemed to be taking forever. Honestly, the brunet was growing frantic for the guy to finish up because he was slowly coming to his own finish. Rick was just touching him so expertly, moving just in the right tempo, using just the right amount of pressure and when he pulled at the foreskin— Morty threw his head back and screamed against his hand as he came helplessly just as the toilet flushing went off, thankfully drowning out his sound. Rick was quick to follow and bit into his shoulder to keep his own voice in check. For a moment, they kept still and silent again, intently listening to the noises that the other person in the room made. Only when he left did they began to move again and started cleaning themselves up. "What the heck, Rick!" Morty nearly shouted and punched his boyfriend in the shoulder. "We almost got caught!" "Just almost though." The blue-haired teen laughed. When his boyfriend still glared at him, he stopped laughing, but still smiled. "Oh come on, Morty. Complain all you want, but I know you still liked it." Well, Morty couldn't deny that. And so, he flushed and reverted to cute pouting. This drew another laugh from his boyfriend before he gave him a peck and then dragged him out of the restroom…and off the school grounds.

AN: Next chapter will already be the last one, but don't worry, I'll try to make it a good one. Also you won't have to wait for it as long as for this chapter. Promise.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 11

Virginity For Sale

AN: Another fanfic that was heavily inspired by a porn flick. To my defense, the bottom in the clip was a really cute twink and I honestly was imagining Rick and Morty the entire time I watched it. I'd put a link of that clip here, but I'm afraid, it was deleted already. (Also sorry for posting nothing last week and for posting late this week ^^') Warnings: Rick/Morty smut, prostitution, first time, hands-free orgasm, anal sex, also a bit dark and angst-y Summary: Until a week ago, he hadn't even known that this was a thing. That Ricks on the Citadel were paying good money just to take a Morty's virginity. But it was very real and he was here right now and about to lose his…

Virginity For Sale Hastily he sucked in each breath of air as if it were his last one. His heart was racing so fast as if he was running a marathon. "You're such a cute little thing…" Warm breath ghosted over his ear and he could feel the vibrations of the deep voice travelling through his entire body. The tip of a finger, trailed feather light over his soft skin, tracing invisible patters over his chest and stomach. A whimper escaped him when it reached one of his already stiff nipples, circling around it before flicking the sensitive nub and forcing a loud moan from his pink lips. Face reddened by his embarrassment from the sounds that he emitted, he clamped a hand over his mouth. "Don't do that. I want to hear you…" A twist of his nipple was accompanying the whispered order, eliciting another loud moan. "…I wanna hear every little sound you make." Shyly, he nodded and lowered his hand again, his fingers twisting into the soft material of the downy pillow. The petite brunet was completely naked, safe for a black bow tie that hung around his neck. All of his clothes were strewn on the floor of the expensive suite, white shirt, black jacket and dress pants already long since forgotten. His ribcage rose and sunk with each hasty breath, the fingers that were stimulating his body not really helping him calm down. He half laid on the sheets of the luxurious bed and half on the body of his…customer? Master? He still wasn't sure what to label the man who had paid for this one night. Sweat ran down the soft curves of his body, gathering as tiny pools in the grooves and his member was already fully erect and begging for attention. He hadn't been touched there yet safe for a few teasing pumps in the beginning of this game and he just wanted to reach down, relief himself of the tension, but he wasn't allowed. "No touching, Morty! If anyone touches your dick, it's me!" He had whimpered in response, but he had to obey. Even though he still felt ashamed to be even in this situation and almost regretted agreeing to all of this, he really needed the money. And it was really a lot of money that was involved! Although he knew that he wouldn't get as much as his "customer" had paid when he had bid in the auction for his virginity, it was still a hefty sum that would keep his head over water for a while. Honestly, he hadn't even realized how much of a big deal this whole thing was until he had been led into this luxurious suite and looked through the windows with panorama view – being able to oversee all of the Citadel from this high place. No, actually the huge scale had already begun to show itself when he had been told to shower, was given clean and expensive-looking clothes and then led on the stage, looking around the huge hall and down at all of those rich and fancily dressed men, who began to bid on him as if he was just a piece of meat. Expensive meat, none the less, as he had listened in shock at how much they were willing to bid for this one night with him… The auction winner wore more clothes than he did right now, still clad in his white shirt although unbuttoned, merely his tie gone and resting innocently on the nightstand. He did have the audacity to pull off his pants and underwear though, his naked and slightly hairy legs intertwining with Morty's own. For having the money to "waste" it on something like this and having worn such a fine business suit, it was obvious to the teen that he wasn't just some blue collar worker Rick, but someone who stood in the higher ranks on the Citadel. Probably some kind of CEO, if Morty had to guess. Another gasp escaped him as he felt the fingers again – this time cold and slick – gliding over the pucker of his back entrance. It was all just so surreal. Until a week ago, he hadn't even known that this was a thing. That Ricks on the Citadel were paying good money just to take a Morty's virginity. But it was very real and he was here right now and about to lose his… "Ahh!" He couldn't help but squirm as a lone slim finger suddenly slid into him. A hand stroked reassuringly over his stomach, massaging the muscles that had tensed up in reaction. "Relax, sweetheart…" The gentle touches and the sensual voice did wonders to his body and Morty slowly relaxed again. It was okay. It was only this one time and he would never have to do this again. He would never get to see this Rick for the entire rest of his life again. And it was probably going to be over sooner than he'd expected. …as much as he tried, these thoughts did very little to calm his still jittering nerves. Again a moan as a second digit joined the first, slowly sliding out, then back in again, rotating against the tight muscles. The fingers spread in a scissoring motion, trying to open him up more, moving more insistently against his insides and Morty didn't know any more if he wanted to move away or closer towards them. "Hmm~ you're so tight and hot. I can't wait to be finally inside you." The hot whisper against his ear send shivers through the brunet's fragile body. Movements became faster, displaying the Rick's growing impatience and before Morty knew what happened, three fingers were thrusting in and out of his orifice. When they eventually retreated all together, he unconsciously whined, suddenly feeling so empty and his hole clenched around nothingness. The next moment, he felt ashamed of himself again. He really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, it was just business after all. If it wasn't for the money that he so desperately needed, he wouldn't even be here right now. With a face as red as a cherry, he looked down as the Rick rearranged his legs, forcing him to spread them wider as he placed his feet to rest on the man's thighs. Now opened up and granting the other better access, the elder positioned his cock at his entrance. 'This is it…' Morty thought with a strange mix of fear and excitement as he felt the pulsing head pressing against his pucker, his heart hammering wildly against his ribcage. A brush of lips against the lobe of his ear was his last warning. "Deep breath now." "Aaahn!" Morty flung his head back as the Rick entered him the next moment in a single thrust. Instinctively, he clamped down on the intruder, his body trying to force out the foreign object, which did not belong there. Morty gasped for air, tiny tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Thanks to the preparations, the pain wasn't that intense, but it was still there. Soft kisses were peppered over his cheek. "Shh, shh, sweetie." Again, the gentle gestures combined with a hand that was stroking his thigh, helped him slowly relax again. Taking deep breaths, he felt how his insides released their tight grip on the hot flesh. The Rick almost purred and the boy moved his head against him like a grateful cat that was nuzzling against its owner's hand. "Good boy…" The low murmur sent another wave of heat through Morty's body. "…still halfway to go…" What?! Again, the brunet threw his head back as the other entered him the rest of the way with another powerful push of his hips. "Uuuhnn!" Tears streamed over heated cheeks now. He felt so full, the other filling him in a way that he couldn't put into words. It was as if the length was penetrating him more than should be possible, as if Rick was invading far deeper and the girth stretching and filling more than just his body while he was nestled balls-deep inside. As if they had been joined on more than just the physical plain when he had forced himself so intimately inside him. Thankfully, it wasn't as painful as the initial entering, but it still felt uncomfortable as his walls tried to accommodate to the silk-covered steel. Again, he was reminded that he wasn't alone in this and once more lips brushed over his glowing cheek. "So good…you feel heavenly, Morty…" The praise made him feel hot and cold at the same time, gliding through him like a melting piece of butter in a heated pan. One of Rick's hands reached for his cheek and angled his head so he could engage in a kiss with the younger. Morty didn't resist. Somehow, it felt like he had lost. Lost a battle of some sort. But, he decided that he didn't care anymore as he gave himself completely over, succumbing to the other's lips and tongue. A muffled whine echoed through the spacious room when the elder decided that he had given them both more than enough time and began to move, drawing out a small distance only to push back in again. Rick quickly set a rhythm, opting for a decent pace that wasn't slow, but also not too fast or hard yet. Whatever kind of discomfort Morty may have felt before was quickly forgotten and he groaned in the other's mouth, being a little surprised when Rick answered in kind. They continued to make out passionately for a while until the elder separated from him again, stopping his movements to reposition the younger a little. Morty wondered what that was about, but practically screamed as the other began to fuck into him again. Bright dots were flashing in front of his eyes, the slight shift allowing the other to touch a spot inside him that literally made the teen see stars. Rick stuck to that angle, driving inside the tight heat again and again, and slowly made the brunet go insane. The foreign feeling of having that pulsing flesh move inside him had been odd, but also strangely good and arousing after he had gotten used to it. However, this was on a different level. Having this one special spot touched was so amazing that he couldn't describe it, the closest equivalent to it was probably like being jerked off from the inside. Also, he noticed that he was quickly approaching his orgasm and released another whining sound. Morty tried to hold on, the fingers that were still buried in the soft pillow clenching tightly, his other hand leaving light scratch marks on the skin of Rick's hip. He was so close, all he would need was just one small touch, but he wasn't allowed and Rick wasn't touching him, denying him this relief. Still, he felt like it became too much and not knowing what else to do, weakly tried to squirm away. His attempts were halted and Rick firmly pulled him back into his next thrust. "Naaaahh!" Morty's back arched slightly, his moan laced with surprise as hot wetness suddenly spilled over his abdomen, his hips giving another jerk. In disbelieve, he glanced down, confirming for himself that he had just ejaculated. Just how? Rick hadn't even touched him! Morty hadn't known that this was even possible. Still, the urge to give himself a few relieving squeezes was there and without even thinking about it, his hand wandered to his still angry red cock. The moment that he brushed against the heated flesh, long fingers wrapped around his wrist and pulled the hand away again. The silent command "Don't touch!", rang loud and clear in his head with the action and as he let his limb be guided back to its former place against Rick's hip without resistance, he didn't dare to disobey again and obediently stayed there this time. The elder was still thrusting into his now hypersensitive opening, his movements having slowed a little though. Eventually, he halted altogether and showed at least an ounce of mercy for the poor boy, grasping the sensitive organ that still begged for contact. With strong and deliberate strokes, he milked the member, forcing out the last droplets of cum that dribbled on Morty's abdomen to join the rest, the boy moaning weakly as he did this. Rick let go of his length, his dick flopping back to rest on his pelvis and to the brunet's surprise he was still half-hard – or maybe he was getting hard again already? A part of Morty expected the other to start moving again now, still being aware of the hot presence inside him, but he gasped when he felt slim fingertips instead. With hooded eyes, he watched how Rick played with the small puddle of semen, slowly smearing it over his quivering stomach and all the way up his chest. "Ahh…hah…" The teen couldn't help but moan softly again from the teasing touches, his body trembling like a leaf. He lost sight of the fingers when they left his skin and rose higher, but he could hear the unmistakable sounds of the elder licking and groaning afterwards. "So delicious~" Again, a wave of heat shot through the younger's body from the praise and the thought of the other tasting his cum and —god, just why did he have to do that?! "Haaaah!" Rick began to move again, his thrusts quickly gaining speed. It was apparent that the elder was beginning to get impatient, seeking his own climax now. So, his fingers dug into the teen's hip and soft thigh, hard enough to leave bruises, as he rutted into him. Also becoming more vocal now, his heavy grunts and moans entered Morty's ear and the difference was so drastic from the gentleness before that the teen felt as if he was suddenly in bed with a wild animal…which didn't deterred his arousal in the slightest though. The teen was getting louder now, too, practically screaming as the elder's hips repeatedly slammed into him, deep and hard, and hitting that one spot again. As if he would still need the incentive, fingers wound around his again fully hardened length now and stroked it in a matching rhythm to the thrusts. Morty knew he wouldn't be able to last long like this, his cock drooling precum like crazy and slicking up his shaft and Rick's hand, aiding the pumping movements. "Fuuuck… so good…for me…" Hot breath fanned over his ear and cheek as the other cursed. He could only whimper in answer. "Hngh…hah…aaah! R-Rick…I…uhnn…Oh god!" The hand that had previously been twisting the pillowcase held tight onto the other's arm that had slithered behind his neck as Rick was searching for better leverage. His other hand was reaching around the elder's back as he tried to meet the hammering motions. He felt so hot and was so hard, it was almost painful. "R-Ri—AAAAAAaaaaahhh!" His back arched sharply and the back of his head dug into the pillow as his seed spilled over his sweaty chest. He could feel his insides spasming around Rick's hardness, the rhythmical squeezes triggering the elder's own orgasm. A powerful and deep thrust and Morty called out once more as the head of Rick's cock jabbed into his prostrate again, forcing another spurt from his dick as hot liquid spilled inside him. The elder rode out his orgasm. Another hard thrust, releasing more of his cum inside the teen while more jizz shot onto Morty's chest. "Uhn!" It almost became too much for the brunet, each strong thrust feeling like a climax on its own now, as if the waves of pleasure would never ebb but only rise higher to swallow him whole. …and then Rick stopped, buried as deeply as he possibly could, emptying the last he had to give. Heavily, Morty collapsed back on the bed, panting as if he suffered from an asthma attack, his mind not yet entirely returned from its journey to heaven. A pained whimper escaped his mouth as the other withdrew from his hypersensitive opening and the body underneath him shifted to lay down more comfortably. Silence followed, safe for the gasps of the bed's occupants. As cum dribbled from his used hole, Morty felt this strange emptiness inside him again. He began to worry his lower lip out of habit, feeling the awkward atmosphere return that he had first felt when he had entered this room and didn't know what to do or to expect. Just this time, it felt even heavier than before. His sweaty body began to shiver as it cooled down to room temperature, which wasn't that high in the air-conditioned suite. Trying to hold back a wince, he rolled over to sit up on the bed, looking for his clothes to get dressed again. "You don't have to leave right away." Rick's voice interrupted his careful scanning of the floor. "The room's already paid, so you can stay the night. If you want. I don't really care." The teen could feel the nonchalant shrug, before the other also got up to raid the mini-bar. He turned to watch how the older retrieved a small bottle from the fridge, opened it and swallowed its contents in one go. Then his eyes wandered over the mattress and crumpled sheets. This bed was certainly better than what would await him back in Morty Town and even if he was going to get quite a hefty sum of money now, who knew when he would ever have the chance to spend a night in an actual suite again. Rick placed the empty bottle on the nightstand next to his tie and grabbed the remote to turn on a giant flat screen TV as he got back into bed and drew the covers over his body. His disinterest clearly showed that he gave zero fucks if the boy would decide to stay or leave now. In fact, he was acting so indifferent about it as if this hadn't been a big deal for him at all, as if these auctions were normal for him and he bedded a virgin Morty every week. …Maybe it really wasn't such a big deal to Rick, but it kind of felt like one to Morty. Even though he knew that he should feel about this as uncaring as the other. He looked down at the sheets again, spotting the stains that were slowly drying up to crust on the otherwise pristine bedspread, pondering. "…is it really okay if I stay the night?" "Eh, sure." Rick didn't even look at him. "You were a good fuck and the bed is big enough for two. And as I said, all of this is paid already, so would be kind of a waste, right?" Giving a slight nod, the brunet turned around again and crawled under the covers, drawing them up to his nose. He closed his eyes and blended out the sounds of the TV, feeling so alone right now despite the other's presence. It should be okay for this one night, Morty thought and exhaustion took over, guiding him slowly into the land of restless dreams. After all, he already lost, so there was no point in fighting anymore…

Rickceiving Love and Forgiveness

AN: I wanted to write something involving the One True Morty and something about Rick finding salvation or something, so this little piece was born. Didn't exactly turn out as I had expected, but I hope you'll like ^_^ Warnings: mentions of character death, angst, platonic love Summary: Rick's time has finally run out and his imminent death is unavoidable. In a last attempt to make peace with himself, he visits the Mortyism Cult to meet the One True Morty.

Rickceiving Love and Forgiveness Rick chugged the last contents of the bottle down before he grumbled and threw it carelessly in the backseat of his space cruiser. He was internally scoffing at his own wretchedness. Mocking himself mentally for even being dumb enough to travel to where he was currently going. It was common knowledge that Ricks didn't believe in the existence of god or something like the afterlife. Religion was only something that had been made up by people to extort money from dumb and gullible sheep. So, it was ridiculous that he was on his way to see someone that was supposed to be some kind of prophet. 'What does it even matter now?' Rick wondered. 'This is already the end. And nothing matters anyways… never had…' He fumbled for another glass bottle on the bottom of his ship, hoping to find one that wasn't empty yet. Despite not wanting to believe in any religious bullshit, the point was that Rick was going to die – very soon. It was just his luck that he had contracted a deadly illness that couldn't be cured – not even by Rick Sanchez himself. So, this only left him with one last option. To just accept and embrace his upcoming demise. The reason why he was on his way to such a remote planet now was because he had overheard some rumors. Apparently, some Ricks had been visiting this one person that everyone called only the One True Morty. Rumor had it, that Ricks who were close to death would visit him to…"lighten their conscience" was probably the right phrasing for it. Of course, Ricks weren't innocent people. From stealing, drug and weapon dealing, seducing mafia bosses' daughters, ranging up to blowing up entire solar systems, their crime records folders were thicker than the book "War and Peace". And sometimes people just found it easier to accept their own death when they were able to accept the sins that they had committed. It was one particular rumor though about one certain Rick that had picked his interest the most. This Rick was said to have been suicidal, but before offing himself, he went to see the One True Morty. It was said that after meeting that Morty, the Rick had come back as a completely changed human. He didn't try to kill himself and was supposed to live even now as the happiest Rick in the entire multiverse. Of course, that rumor sounded too sketchy to be really true, but it made him wonder if meeting this special Morty would give you some kind of epiphany or something. Well, Rick told himself that he had nothing to lose anymore. At best he could only gain something from this and if not… well, it's not like it really mattered. Emptying another bottle, he neared a little dwarf planet on which the cult had been relocated. At one point, the Mortys who followed the cult had lived on the Citadel of Ricks – as a minority, of course, that hadn't been paid much attention to at the time – however, after they found the one that had been dubbed the One True Morty, they had moved off to this tiny planet. He began to land on a decent sized platform, which resembled a parking lot. It was mostly empty, but there were two or three other vehicles there, which looked exactly like his own. It was a little reassuring to know that he wasn't the only Rick who had come to pay the One True Morty a visit. After he got out of his space car, he walked over a little platform that led towards what must be the reception building. Inside of it, he found a few Mortys clad in brown robes bustling about. One of them, who wore pure white garbs instead, immediately approached him. "Hello, lost one. How can I help you?" he asked in a calm and quiet voice. Rick wondered if the other was currently drugged because his eyes were half lidded and the way he talked sounded pretty odd. And what was up with "lost one"? Deciding to ignore that – just like the stupid red face paint – he finally answered. "I'm here to see the One True Morty. Do I need an appointment first or is he free right now?" "Of course, you can meet him now. Please follow me." The Cult Morty murmured. Rick walked after him as he was led out of the building through another entrance and they approached what must be the main building. He studied the palace-like structure with disdain. It was made of white marble and adorned with lots of gold. The scientist sneered. This cult seemed to be just like other religions that were only after other people's money in order to gain wealth. Even if this cult was founded by Mortys. "You either charge your followers a lot or you keep running a pretty busy business." Rick commented. "Oh, our cult doesn't charge. The services of the One True Morty are all free. We keep living from the donations that we receive from the followers of the One True Morty." The Cult Morty explained, not looking offended by the other's accusations. "Donations? Really?" Rick lifted on side of his eyebrow. Looking at this grand temple made it hard to believe that that was really the case. The Morty seemed to notice Rick's disbelieve and explained further. "Yes. Some of our donors are wealthy and powerful Mortys, but we also have some Ricks who are blessing us with gifts every once in a while. This building for example had been donated by a Rick who thought that our previous housing wasn't worth for the One True Morty." Of course, Rick wouldn't be able to know, but when the Mortys had started the cult, they lived literally in a garbage dump. They had built a little makeshift hut with what they could find for the One True Morty and that had been it. This cultist had been there on the day when the generous Rick had left the humble hut and looked around the dumping grounds with new and clear eyes and then proclaimed loudly that this wasn't living conditions for anyone, especially not for the One True Morty. The donor thought that the blessed one only deserved to live in a palace that would represent the same beauty that the One True Morty represented even though no building would ever be able to come close enough to it. Rick wasn't exactly sure what to think anymore. So, a Rick had let this entire palace be built for the Morty that he was going to see now… Must have been one heck of a revelation that this guy had gotten if this was his way of saying thanks. He didn't comment further on the topic and just silently followed the boy inside the building. They walked through some hallways before the cultist stopped. "Please wait here while I inform the holy one of your arrival." With those words, Rick was momentarily left on his own. The place was eerily empty and silent. Occasionally he would see a Cult Morty scurrying through one of the corridors, but that was it. With all the white, polished marble, the place seemed also very sterile. Normally he would welcome such surroundings, but somehow he felt very uncomfortable even if the hallway that he was waiting in was lavished with carpets and a comfy-looking sofa as well as some chairs. However, he remained standing even if he had no idea how long he would be left to wait. Instinctively Rick reached into the inside of his lab coat and fished out his flask, taking one big gulp and noting sadly that this was rest. He re-pocketed his now empty flask and could only continue to wait. After what felt like hours, but could have been no more than ten minutes, the Cult Morty finally returned. "The wise one is now ready to see you." Again, the boy led the way and Rick just wordlessly followed. As they walked through the hallway, another Rick came from the opposite direction. He looked relieved and had a bright smile on his face, walking as if all the weights that life had ever put on him had been lifted. Rick only raised one side of his unibrow and wondered if he would look like that when he was going to leave, too. It was hard to believe, then again, he didn't really care that much about it. The Morty stopped in front of a doorway that was only covered by a piece of cloth, lifting it to the side and urging him inside. A funny remark was on Rick's tongue, but he kept his mouth shut and entered. He had actually halfway expected to be led into a small, darkened room that would only be lit by candles or something like that, so the bright spacious room, which had huge open windows that reached from the floor all the way to the ceiling were a little surprising. Even more surprising was the sight of the one who must be the One True Morty though. Rick really didn't have any idea what the other was supposed to look like, but since he was a Morty, he figured that he would look like—well, just another Morty, of course. The boy on the other end of the room was certainly a Morty – he had the round face and round eyes – but instead of the pubescent boys that he was so used to see, this one looked more like a grownup or at least like an adolescent that was far older than just fourteen. He was clad in white robes that were open in the front, revealing a defined chest and a six-pack as well as a strong, long neck. Instead of the short brown curls that awkwardly adorned his grandson's head, the OTM had a Mohawk. Shockingly his left arm was replaced with a mechanical one. It looked like an intricate piece of art and was made out of gold. Rick was immediately reminded of the "Golden Touch" that he had heard about in rumors. The oddest thing about this boy was the golden light that was surrounding him. The scientist would have been convinced that it was just a set up for ambience and the light came actually from somewhere else and just shone on him if his eyes weren't radiating a bright light of the same color. "Please come closer, Rick." The One True Morty spoke. His voice was calm, but thankfully sounded more normal than that of the cultist from before and his friendly gaze was also not weirding Rick out as much. Finally getting out of his rigidity – he hadn't even noticed that he had just frozen up on the spot and staring – Rick approached the other. As the Morty motioned to a floor pillow in front of him, the older man took a seat. "I-I heard about other Ricks who came here." Rick started the conversation a bit awkwardly. "So, I decided to give it a shot, too, I uh guess…" "I know why you are here, Rick." The other replied, still with the same calm voice and friendly expression on his face. "Oh, you do?" the scientist's brow lifted in equal surprise and disbelieve. "Then we can just cut the chitchat and go over to you doing your magic number or whatever it is you do." The Morty closed his eyes and regret was edged into his features now. "There is no "magic trick". And I cannot cure what you have. I know that it is not what you want to hear, but your quickly nearing death is unavoidable." Rick's face fell and he was surprised that his opposite knew about that. "Yeah, I figured that much already." "But that was not the reason for why you came here anyway." The other continued. "No, it isn't." The scientist agreed. "I'm here to clear up my conscience or-or something like that. I guess." "Why do you think that you need to do that?" Rick's mouth formed a thin line. He didn't like that this started to sound like some kind of therapy session. But then again, this was what it was and he knew that before he came. "Well, I guess I don't really have to tell you that. Especially not to a Morty. It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I mean, I'm a Rick!" "You Ricks do not want to believe in the afterlife, yet you fear that you might end up in hell for the things that you have done in your lifetime." The One True Morty summed up. "And while it is true that you may have committed many sins, your self-flagellation is pointless. For all the things that you Ricks do, you are not monsters." "Not monsters?!" Rick sat up straighter. "You've got to be kidding me! I-I-I knew this one Rick for example. He—he and his Morty once got stuck in a collapsed cave and do you know what he did? He survived by eating his Morty. He ate his own grandson! So you can't tell me that Ricks aren't monsters!!" "That was merely out of self-preservation. I do believe that his Morty would have done the same if they would have chosen for the Rick to become the sacrifice." The One True Morty looked unfazed by what he had been just told. Then he asked as if Rick's outburst had never happened, "Just why are you afraid of something that you do not believe in?" The scientist's mouth fell open and he stared for a moment with wide eyes at the out-of-this-world boy. "I… urgh. You're right. This is stupid. I shouldn't have come here." Rick got up and was about to leave. "And now you want to run away like a coward? Have you not done this your whole life already? I had the impression that you came here because you decided to stop running." The old man halted as One True Morty continued. "Obviously, you did not really come here just to confess. And this also is not about you being worried about going to hell." "No." Rick turned back around again. "Your nihilism is the only problem here. The fact that nothing matters, not even your impending death." For a moment, they just looked at each other before the elder sighed and took a seat on the pillow again. The talk wasn't over yet. "I must inform you that I cannot help you with that issue." Rick opened his mouth to reply, but the Morty lifted his mechanical arm and continued before he could say a word. "I simply am the wrong person for you to talk to. However, I can help you smooth the way so you can receive what you are searching for." As if the words weren't confusing enough for the scientist already, the actions that came from the One True Morty afterwards were even more so. The boy leaned forward and his mechanical arm reached out to touch Rick's shoulder. It didn't just stop there because the scientist was suddenly pulled forward as the Morty's other arm reached around him. Rick found himself suddenly in a hug and on top of that, the One True Morty moved his head forward to give him a kiss on the forehead. A weird, warm feeling spread through Rick and he wasn't sure if it came from the touch of the mechanical arm, or the other's golden aura or was it just from being hugged by a Morty – he had no idea why or what it was! Soon, he was released from the embrace again and the One True Morty grabbed a paper and a pen that laid by his side and began to write something on it. Rick was still frozen on the spot, stuck in some kind of trance-like state almost and only was ripped out of it after the boy had finished writing and handed the note to him. Dumbfounded he looked at the folded piece of paper. "Fly home now, Rick, and give this to your Morty." Rick finally took the paper, curious as to what was written on it, but not daring to look at it. He had a feeling that he was not supposed to see it since it was written from one Morty to another and while he usually wouldn't care about something like that and also didn't believe in superstitions, he was sure that something bad would happen if he did. So, he just pocketed the small slip of paper and stood up. The One True Morty smiled at him and wished him a save travel. Rick didn't reply, still feeling confused and whatever it was what the other had done to him when he touched him. As he passed through the hallways back towards where he had parked his space cruiser, he slowly came out of his daze and finally took notice of his surroundings. The white marble walls looked beautiful and bright and he hadn't noticed before that there were some patterns on them. On the outside, it was even more beautiful. The air was warm and crisp, the sun shone gently and the sounds of singing birds and an occasional breeze could be heard. For some reason he felt lighter as he walked with a much straighter posture and while he may not have noticed it himself, he wore a small smile on his face. The mood that he was in didn't falter on his way home and the thought of dying soon wasn't as dreading as it was before. Rick had always hated having to face his own mortality. Even if he always acted as if nothing mattered because if someone precious to him died, he could just move to another dimension where they were still alive, he always hated thinking about his own end – no matter how unavoidable that was. After all, he lived a dangerous life-style. Not only the adventures and battles against all sorts of alien mercenaries and intergalactic governments, but also his habit of abusing alcohol and other drugs. Yet, while it may seem to onlookers that he was suicidal, he clung to life like a beast. Even knowing that it was all in vain and would eventually amount up to nothing, he kept on fighting against death for as long and as hard as was possible for an almost god-like human. Of course, he knew that it would make no difference how long he stayed around or even if he had been born at all. Ricks died all the time out there in other dimensions and he'd once visited one in which he never even came to exist. The universe doesn't care about such things. It will continued to exist and expand whether Rick was around or not. It had done so for millions of years and will continue to do it for millions of years more. That thought had made him miserable for such a long time and he actually loathed the universe for it, trying to plunder it and show it his middle finger as often as he could. He took it for a ride and tried to hold on as long as he could, but the universe would always throw him off again in the end. And yet, as he looked at all the stars, solar systems and asteroids that he zipped past on his way home, he couldn't hate it. He admired its beauty, looking at it with the same eyes that his grandson had looked at it the first time that he had taken him out to space. Morty. He needed to see his grandson. The little dork that he constantly treated like a pet or accessory. Rick knew that he was a bad grandfather for always dragging the brunet on dangerous adventures, abusing him for his own selfish whims and on top of that treating him like shit. He had never said how much he loved his grandson, how much he enjoyed his company, how flattered he was by his cute little hero worship or how proud of him he was when the boy showed that he had learned a thing or two from him whether it was something about his inventions or about aliens. While Rick wasn't one for bonding – at least not openly, at the risk of others mocking him for it – maybe now that his end was near was a good time to make up for it and tell him. However, first he should give him the note. Rick still wanted to know what the One True Morty had written, but he resisted the temptation. For some odd reason he was sure that all of his happiness – as little and as fleeting as it may be – would be ripped away from him if he even so much as peeked at it. He landed the ship in the driveway and entered the house through the open garage door. On the workbench laid a half-finished device that he had tried to tinker with before he gave up in frustration and sallied to the dwarf planet on which the One True Morty was located. He sunk into his swivel chair and looked at the wires, screws and other pieces that were strewn around. Out of habit, he reached into his lab coat and retrieved his flask, unscrewing the cap and guiding the bottleneck to his lips before remembering that it was empty. Now that he was back, he could actually refill it. Rick did have a small fridge installed in one of the shelves where he stored some emergency spirits. Instead of swiveling over to get it, he just placed the empty flask on a free space of the workbench and ignored it. "Hey, Rick. You're back." A round head with brown curly locks peeked inside the garage. Warmth flooded Rick's chest at hearing and seeing the boy and he couldn't help the sad smile that sprouted on his face. "Hey, Morty." He softly replied instead of making a comment how the boy had just stated the obvious. "Is something wrong, Rick?" Morty worried a little at seeing the unusual facial expression on his grandfather's face. "Kind of. But it's not really important." Rick replied, but his features didn't change. "I have something for you." He reached into his lab coat and pulled out the piece of paper. The brunet looked at the note in confusion before he accepted, unfolded and then began to read it. Whatever was written on it couldn't have been very long because he was finished in a matter of seconds. Morty looked stunned before he turned his gaze back to Rick and looked at him oddly for a moment. Then he suddenly hugged him, the piece of paper falling onto the ground. Only the words 'Please forgive him.' were written on it in golden ink. Yet it seemed as if there was written so much more than just that small, simple sentence. "I love you, Grandpa Rick." Morty said and hugged him as if it was the last time that they'd see each other. And maybe it was. Not that his grandson would know since Rick hadn't told anyone about his illness. Even if he wasn't entirely sure how much time he still had, he was sure that it wasn't much. The scientist was stunned by his grandson's actions at first and tears began to well up in his eyes. He returned the hug, but despite the fact that he had started to cry, he was smiling. Rick felt that it was much easier to accept his death now. He knew now that he had been truly loved in his life. And even more, he knew now that he mattered. Even if it was only to his Morty, Rick had mattered.

AN: Although I had this laying around for a while because it felt off and I wanted to fix it, I still wasn't quite able to figure out what exactly is wrong with it. So, since I'm running out of stuff to post, you get it in this form even though I'm not quite happy with how it turned out…

Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 9: A new learning experience

AN: Finally, a (long-awaited) new chapter for this story. Luckily, I had most of this written already so it wasn't that hard to finish this chapter. Next chapter will take longer though since I've only written about half of it and my muse is still not back in working order. Anyways, this'll be a slightly longer chapter and top of that is also contains some smutty goodness, which hopefully makes up for it. Warnings: light Rick/Morty smut

Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 9: A new learning experience It was dinnertime in the Smith household and everyone was quite focused on eating their spaghetti carbonara when Summer was the one, who suddenly decided to break the silence. "So, Morty. How you're holding up with your boyfriend?" This instantly got their parents' attention while Morty choked on his food. "Summer!" He hissed angrily. He hadn't actually told his parents about his relationship yet because he honestly had no idea how to approach the subject. Even though the entire school already knew about it after the whole talk with Jessica, this information hadn't reached his home…until now. However, thankfully – and also quite surprisingly – no one had actually bothered to tease Morty about being gay or whatever despite him worrying that people would make fun of Rick and (especially) of him for this. At the dinner table, the news were met with confusion though. "Boyfriend, huh?" Jerry was the first to comment on it. "I always thought you were a lady's man, Morty?" "Jerry! It doesn't matter if our son likes girls or boys. Just be proud that he finally found someone!" Beth instantly scolded her husband. The tall brunet was quick to defend himself, lifting his hands in a surrendering motion. "I don't have a problem with my son being gay. Just wondering…" Was this discussion really necessary? Morty felt so embarrassed right now that he wanted to be anywhere than here. His appetite at least was completely gone, so maybe he could excuse himself from the table now? He didn't get the chance though. His mom had turned towards him now and obviously had to ask, "So, who is the lucky guy?" Even if he had no food in his mouth right now, the teen had to swallow heavily. "…um…it's Rick…" he admittedly quietly. Beth was clearly surprised while his dad was outright shocked. "Now, I don't have a problem with you liking boys, but I have a problem with you liking that boy!" "Shut up, Jerry!" The blond elbowed him in the side before she turned with a smile towards Morty again. "It's nice that your relationship had developed in that direction and Rick is a really good boy." "Ouch!" The family father complained about the jab into his side. "How is that little punk and hooligan a good boy, Beth?! He's been nothing but a bad influence on our son and now he made him gay, too! That's not okay!!" "Can I leave the table? I'm full and I have to do some homework still." The smaller brunet took the chance to excuse himself before a full-fledged fight between his parents would break out again. "Of course, Sweetie." His mother allowed him to leave before she turned back to his father again to make a counter argument. Morty quickly got up, brought his plate in the kitchen before he scaled the stairs to his room, all the while trying to ignore the shouts of the two adults – though he couldn't help but overhear that his mother pointed out that Rick at least won't accidentally impregnate him, which made him cringe a little. As he closed the door to his room behind himself, he leaned with his back against it and took a deep breath. His heart was still racing from coming out of the closet and confessing to his parents. "By the way, Morty. It had been pretty obvious even before you and Rick got together." Summer's voice, dulled by the wooden barrier, reached his ears. Seems like his sister had also decided to flee the argument at the dinner table and went to her room. A light blush was on Morty's face, but a small smile joined it soon. It felt like a heavy weight was lifted from him and he was so relieved that his family mostly accepted his new relationship. Well, obviously his dad didn't, but that was actually to be expected and the boy decided that his opinion wasn't really that important to him. Having his mom and sister stand behind him, meant a lot though. However, his sister's comment made him think. 'Jeez, had it really been that obvious…?'

Things were as usual again. Rick kept dragging him out of school to have him assist with his science projects and aside from an occasional making out session here and there, nothing had changed from how things were before their relationship had started. Unfortunately, this also meant for Morty that his grades were still as horrible as ever. Even when Rick had shut him out and he had attended his classes again, the brunet had been so helplessly lost on his subjects that he hadn't managed to catch up at all. Not only that, but also because he had been constantly worried and wondering what Rick was doing the entire time. So, he was still stuck being grounded and when he came home with his failed math test and showed it to his mother, it was obvious that that status wouldn't change for a long time to come. The blond frowned down at the test, probably wondering how anyone could get this many answers wrong. Then she sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Morty… I really had hoped now that you're attending your classes regularly again-" He tried to keep a straight face and not give himself away at the mention of his attendance record. "-and since you're still grounded that your grades would improve. But apparently that's not the solution here, so tell me what we need to do to make it better." With guilt written all over his face, Morty could only shrug. What did she expect him to answer? Was there even something that anyone could do to help him…? Oh! Maybe there was! "Um…maybe it would help if I would study with someone together?" He suggested. Another sigh. "Last time your father helped with your homework, you complained that it was all wrong and you would have done better without his help…" "Well, I wasn't talking about Dad!" Morty cut in. "It doesn't really help me when someone tries to explain something to me when they know even less about it." The blond nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's true. But, Morty, I'm not sure if we can afford a private tutor for you…" "Well, I was actually thinking…about asking Rick to tutor me…" As his mother only blinked at him, he quickly added, "I-I mean, he's a genius and a-a-at the top of all of his classes a-and we have almost all the same courses together, too, so there's no-no better choice than him and I'm sure if-if I a-ask him he'll say yes and do it for free, too!" Morty was panting a little from rushing the explanation while Beth still looked at him with an unchanging face. It was honestly unnerving. Then, she finally responded. "That's actually a very good idea, Morty!" Maybe he just imagined it, but pride seemed to swing in her voice – or maybe it was just relieve that she wouldn't have to look for a cheap tutor. "Yes? You think so?" He almost couldn't believe that she agreed. "So, does that mean that Rick can come over?" He didn't entirely forget that his parents were reluctant of having him hang out with Rick outside of school – even though there had been a lot of exceptions like school prom and his double date, but his mother had such a hard time believing that her son even had a social life that she didn't have the heart to ruin it for him. "Of course, he can, Morty. Just remember that it's for tutoring and not something else." While she sounded stern, there was a smile on her face. Morty's face instantly heated up at the suggestion behind those words. "G-geez! O-of course, Mom!" "Well, this better works out, Morty." Beth looked serious again. "If this doesn't do it, we might have to send you to a special school because I don't see another solution here…" The brunet gulped, but nodded in understanding. He could only hope that his best friend slash boyfriend would cooperate, too.

With things established and a follow-up math test coming next Monday, Morty was also able to convince Rick to come over on the weekend to help him study for it. The spiky-haired teen actually accepted the invitation quickly and without any complaints, which surprised the brunet a little since he didn't expect the other to be excited about the prospect of "wasting" their time cramming together. Pretty much like last time that Rick came over, Morty was waiting for him. Instead of pacing in the living room, he hung out in the hallway though, constantly checking the windows if he could spot the other as if he was afraid that he'd somehow overhear the roaring sound of his motorcycle and the doorbell. Summer only rolled her eyes and didn't even bother to comment on her brother's antics this time. Though, it was probably cute that he was acting like a loyal puppy that waited for its owner to come home. The moment, that the loud sound of an engine nearing could be heard, Morty flung open the front door and in typical fashion, Rick parked his motor bike, dismounted it and took off his helmet. Running a hand through his spikes, he walked with a grin over to his waiting boyfriend. "Hey, Morty! Missed me?" He asked cockily. A blush rose to Morty's cheeks and he smiled shyly. "Hey, Rick. I-I'm sure you know the answer already." He readily accepted the small kiss that Rick gave him in greeting. "Well, apparently not enough to throw on some fancy clothes for me this time." The blue-haired teen commented as he eyed the brunet. Somehow, the blush intensified. Sure enough, he just wore his typical yellow t-shirt and dark-blue denim pants. "We do-don't have dinner like last time you were over." Morty tried to defend himself. "A-and you didn't bother wearing something nice either." Truth be told, Rick just wore his standard attire of blue shirt and khakis. "Touché!" The spiky-haired boy replied. Finally, Morty remembered his manners and gestured for the other to come inside, who followed his invitation. He just wanted to lead him upstairs to his room when his mother showed up in the hallway. "Hello, Rick." The teen nodded in greeting. "Hi, Beth." "I hope you remember to do some actual studying and not just make out the entire time." She commented. Morty's cooling cheeks quickly heated up again. "Mom!" "Don't worry about that, Beth." Rick replied and didn't protest when the brunet grabbed his wrist and pulled him upstairs to avoid further embarrassment. As soon as he closed the door after them and noticed how the other teen was looking around, Morty realized that this was actually the first time that Rick was in his bedroom. "Nice room you have, Morty." His friend commented as he eyed his shelf, which was stacked with comic books and collectable figurines. "Th-thanks, Rick." He didn't know why, but for some reason, Morty felt nervous. It wasn't even as if it's the first time that the two were alone together. They were alone together all the time at Rick's workshop. Somehow, this still felt different from that though. He watched how Rick took the freedom to sit down on his bed, testing out a little how bouncy the mattress was. Then the other looked at him and patted the spot beside him. "C'mon, Morty. No need to be so uptight." A sly grin appeared on his face. "If you come over here, I can help you relax." His face seemed to be permanently stuck at looking like a cherry. "N-no, Rick!" He protested. "I was serious when I said that I need your help. I really only asked you to come over to cram." Rick only sighed and rolled his eyes. Apparently, he had had other plans when he agreed to come over to help with studying. Morty continued. "My mom is really upset with my grades and if I don't improve then it won't be "Rick and Morty forever and 100 years" anymore. There won't be any "Rick and Morty" at all." Another sigh. "Fine, let's just get to it then." Rick stood up from the bed and walked over to the desk now, looking at what Morty had already picked out in preparation. "Math, huh?" He already sounded bored out of his mind. "Yeah, we have the test on Monday, remember?" Rick sat down in the only available chair. "Of course, I remember that, Morty…" Then he looked expectantly at the brunet and patted his lap. "What are you waiting for? Hop on already so we can start." "Wha-what?" It was official now that he wasn't going to stop blushing today anymore. "No, Rick. I said we need to cram." "I know. That's why I want you to sit down so we can finally start." The other said matter-of-factly. Morty wanted to protest and say that he would get a second chair, but found himself obediently sitting down in Rick's lap. It was a little weird to be so close to the other. To be able to feel his body heat through their clothes. "…a-are you sure about this, Rick?" He asked quietly. The other's long arms reached around him and settled on top of the desk, caging him in. "Don't worry, Morty. Just trust in my methods. I'll guarantee that you'll learn this in a wink." Still feeling flutters in his stomach, Morty turned towards the desk and the sheet with arithmetical problems for practice. His heart raced when Rick leaned forward and he also looked at the paper over his shoulder, feeling the other at his back, neck and cheek. "Okay, so what do you have trouble with?" The other asked him and Morty tried not to focus on the vibrations he felt coming from Rick's body when he spoke. He swallowed nervously. "Um…all of it?" "Fine, then let's do the first one together." Morty was actually a little surprised that Rick did take it seriously now. With big eyes, he watched how Rick wrote down the solution process for him while explaining every step slowly. The way, he explained it was different from the way that Mr. Goldenfold had taught them and for some odd reason, it began to make much more sense to him now. "Oh, I-I think, I got it now." The brunet slowly calmed down again, focusing on the exercise and noticing that he actually felt really comfortable sitting in the other's lap – feeling safe and protected. "Good. Then try the next one on your own now." Trying to follow exactly the solution path that the other provided to him, he slowly solved the next problem. "Is-is this right?" He asked uncertainly. Rick hummed and Morty shuddered as he felt his boyfriend's hot breath against his ear. "Got it right, Morty. Good job. You deserve a little reward for that." The brunet squeaked softly as a cheeky tongue suddenly liked over his earlobe and teeth gently nibbled on it moments after. A small whimper escaped him as that hot mouth suckled on the lobe for another minute. "For every problem you get right, you're gonna get a little reward." Rick murmured after he stopped his ministrations again, sounding definitely sexy. "And you get something really nice when we're done. How does that sound, Morty?" "S-sounds good." A little out of breath, Morty winced at the high pitch that his voice had right now. Honestly, he couldn't deny that it was a great incentive. "Okay, then solve the next one now." The other teen's voice was still a low rumble that was making Morty's knees weak – good thing that he was already seated. Trying his best to focus on the next math problem, he solved it again. This time a little quicker than before. He smiled broadly when his conclusion was correct once more and keened when Rick rewarded him with small licks and kisses along the sensitive side of his neck. One after the other, he went through the problems, although he did find it increasingly harder to focus properly on them. A certain growing pressure that he could feel in his lower body didn't exactly help his case. And then he suddenly got an answer wrong, being stumped and feeling disappointed in himself. "Oh geez…" "Don't swat it, Morty. Just try again and let's go over your solution path together." The brunet went slowly over the process again, saying aloud all the steps that he went through in his head before. Rick suddenly interrupted him. "Hold on! See, that's where you made the mistake." Now that the other mentioned it, Morty noticed it, too, and corrected it. This time he reached the right solution. "Good. See, you didn't even need my help at the end there." The other teen praised him. His face was turned by a gentle hand and warm lips placed themselves on his own. Rick had given him a few kisses before, but this time an eager and wet muscle begged him for entrance, which Morty quickly granted. The brunet moaned into the kiss and as their tongues played with each other and he started to forget everything around him. "C'mon, Morty. There's still a few problems to solve." After they had separated again, Morty had stared at his friend in a daze and only after being reminded, slowly regained his thought process again. "Don't worry, there not that many left. And as soon as you're done with them, you're going to get that big reward that I promised you." Of course, this kept Morty motivated and even though he felt a little distracted by all of these ministrations, he was really looking forward to what Rick would give him. In no time, he was done and completed the math exercise. Now that he looked over the paper, it actually hadn't been that hard… "Good job, Morty." Again, the spiky-haired teen praised him. "Now for your price…" Rick's hands that had been formerly resting on his hips, suddenly began to wander towards his crotch. Barely avoiding the more than obvious bulge, deft fingers instantly began to work his pants open. The sudden motions caused Morty to sharply suck in a breath of air. "R-Rick? Wh-wha…?" Feeling overwhelmed by the turn of events, the brunet sat frozen in shock and could only stare down at what his boyfriend did to him. The spiky-haired teen didn't stop, but tried to calm him down verbally. "Don't worry, Morty. Just relax. You're gonna like this." Despite the words, Morty still tensed up as his erection was freed, his face feeling hot enough that you could fry eggs on it right now. With baited breath, he watched how long and slim fingers wrapped around his stiff flesh, a moan escaping him on contact and reflexively, he put a hand over his mouth to stifle the embarrassing sounds. While he lost some of his sensitivity due to masturbating very regularly, being touched there by someone else was a completely new and extremely arousing sensation. That it was the first time that it was happening to him, didn't really help either. Clamping the hand tighter over his mouth, Morty found himself unable to tear his eyes away as Rick's hand began to move. Slowly but confidently, it kneaded along the shaft, wandering to the tip and then back down again, gripping a bit tighter and pulling down the foreskin to reveal the already glistening head. Not knowing what to do with himself, Morty gripped his boyfriend's arm with his free hand – not to stop the movements. Only because he needed to hold onto something. He whimpered and moaned with each motion, feeling more than just overwhelmed by the current situation. Honestly, what Rick was dishing out today was already more than what he was used to. They hadn't really went past kissing before and the other was the one, who said that he would take it slow with him. How this was considered slow was beyond Morty. Rick's other hand meanwhile had snuck under his t-shirt, briefly caressing over the soft skin of his stomach until it rested on his chest, holding him securely since Morty had started to squirm around a bit in his lap. He was sure that the other could clearly feel the rapid beat of his heart right now. Following the light pressure, he obediently leaned back against Rick, yet he still watched what that skillful hand was doing to him. The grip had become a bit firmer now as those fingers moved rhythmically up and down. Stopping at the head, a lone fingertip glided over the slit a few times, slowly spreading the pre that had gathered there all over the sensitive glans. It made Morty's body tremble. The precum slicked fingers focused back on his heated shaft again, the pace slowly picking up and with each descend, Rick twisted his wrist in a certain way that had the brunet moaning loudly into his sweaty palm. Inadvertently his hips began to rock into his boyfriend's hand, trying to match the rhythm. Somehow, Rick was doing this exactly how he loved it the most and it astounded Morty. Sure, he knew that the blue-haired teen was no virgin and sexually far more experienced than he was. The talk around school about Rick's flings with the many, many girls was speaking for itself and no one made a secret out of him being a good lay. And while he had heard about Rick also having dated a few boys, Morty really had no idea that he was also this good with "taking care" of his male partners. Then again, he should have expected no less from the genius. The pressure in Morty's lower body had built up so much that he didn't know how much longer he would be able to last. Rick's hand was still insistently pumping his erection and when the fingers of the other one gently stroked over his chest and lips found his earlobe again, he became undone. Biting into his hand to avoid screaming aloud, he threw his head back, leaning it on Rick's shoulder. Only vaguely, he noticed that the other quickly moved to catch his cum with his hand – thankfully keeping him from staining the floor. While his mind was still pleasantly dazed from his relieve, soft kisses were peppered on his neck. "Tha…that was…wow!" Morty commented after he came down from his high again. A chuckle escaped the other and one last kiss was placed behind his ear. "You know, Morty, it's going to be even better when we do it for real." The promise sent another shiver through his body and Morty wondered how that was even possible. However, he wasn't going to question Rick on that. Suddenly remembering that his pants were still undone, he quickly tugged himself back inside and closed them. Still feeling a little embarrassed about the entire situation, Morty wasn't sure what Rick was expecting of him now. Did he want him to return the favor or something? What was the etiquette for after getting a handjob? His own inexperience with these matters made him feel only more self-conscious. He cleared his throat. "Um…do you—?" "Think this is enough studying or do you need some more practice?" Rick interrupted him. This wasn't what he had expected. "Oh…um…" Looking down at the solved sheet, he contemplated. "Maybe we could practice a little bit more, just to be sure? B-but I-I'm fine with doing it without any rewards." Not that he didn't like it, but Morty wasn't entirely sure if he could handle more of that for now. His poor heart was still racing like crazy. His suggestion wasn't met with protest and they continued to cram innocently, yet he still get to sit in Rick's lap the entire time. Come Monday, Morty passed the math test with flying colors.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

The Worth of a Morty

AN: This story was actually inspired a long time ago by many, many fanfics where Morty gets terminally ill and Rick tries to cure him. However, I decided to make mine a platonic take of that kind of premise…and also give it a sad ending. So, you have been warned. Also, many, many thanks to @rickxoxomort for drawing this precious cover art <3 You're da best! Warning: angst, character death, OOCness, probably some spoilers if you haven't read the comics Summary: "It's okay, isn't it? I mean, it's not like it really matters, right Rick? Isn't that what you always say "nothing matters"? So, this is nothing. It's just a small blip on the radar of the universe. I'm just one Morty and you always keep reminding me how disposable I am. My life holds no worth. And Mortys die every day anyways, right? It's just infinite minus one. Doesn't really matter on the grand scale. Nothing does. I'm just another Morty, who didn't make it now…"

The Worth of a Morty Many things were said about death. Some say it comes swift and unexpected. Others said it would slowly creep up on you. Rick Sanchez was a man that wasn't thinking much about death. Or rather, he was thinking too much about it. The realization of his own mortality and the futileness of his existence on the universal scale. The knowledge that after his death, he would be soon forgotten and the universe will just keep expanding as if he hadn't existed to begin with. The thought that with death everything was just over and there was no paradise in heaven or fiery pits of hell. No afterlife and no rebirth. There was nothing. You just drop dead and that was it. It was these realizations – that his own existence didn't matter – that made him choose to drown his own thoughts in alcohol every so often. It was also the reason why he choose to live his life to the fullest every day while still abiding to the natural struggle of staying alive for as long as possible like every other living being. However, while the thought of his own death was something that he liked to avoid as much as possible (though in his old age, it was still constantly in the back of his mind), he didn't really feel bothered by witnessing the death of others. How could he, seeing, as he himself was often the demise of entire species, planets, even solar systems? As equally unmoving did he feel about seeing his own corpse, which also wasn't as much of a rare sight as one might think. Seeing, as there were infinite dimensions, one Rick Sanchez was just bound to stumble across one or two dead versions of himself eventually. And how could that bother him really? In the grand scheme, it didn't really matter anyway and there were still plenty of him around. It was just infinite minus one or two, really. So, he didn't feel anything when seeing himself die or dead. He also didn't feel anything when seeing other versions of his family finding their end. And the same went for Mortys. He had certainly seen as many dead grandsons as he had seen dead versions of himself. Sometimes, he was even the cause for their death. It meant nothing to him. After all, there were still plenty around. However, the question was if he would be equally unbothered if it was about his own grandson – the Morty from his dimension. He was constantly busy saving the boy from trouble that he brought upon himself (though in truth, Rick was the one, who would get him into that sort of trouble to begin with). And while the occasions were rare, he went out his way to even sacrifice his own life for him. However, while he was usually successful in his rescue missions, eventually there had to be one time that even Rick Sanchez had to fail. It all started slowly, so slowly creeping up on them that it hit them unexpectedly… "R-Rick… I don't feel so good…" Morty groaned softly as he stumbled to keep up with his grandfather's long strides. Rick didn't stop or even look back. "Quit your whining, Morty." He had important stuff to do and didn't care about whatever Morty was complaining about. If the boy really got sick, he would just make him a cure when they got home. At the moment, it was more important for him to get those rare crystals, which he would use as a new power source for his space car. He wasn't just going to stop because his grandson started to get a cold or something stupid like that. However, for as tame as their hunt after those mysterious crystals went even before their adventure ended, Morty was more exhausted than ever. "C-can we please… take a br-break… Rick?" the boy asked between panting breaths. "No way, Morty." Rick said, as he looked the crystal in his hand over to make sure that they really found the right ones. "These crystals don't harvest themselves. So grab a bag and start plucking." With shaking hands, he caught the big brown sack that his grandfather threw at him and started to collect the crystal that glowed in a turquoise color. Of course, it wouldn't be a real Rick and Morty AdventureTM, when things would have just continued to stay as peaceful as that. Their happy-crystal-harvest was quickly interrupted as Morty accidentally woke up the creature on which's back the crystals were growing and not soon after were they chased through the maze-like tunnels of the cave that they were in with a dinosaur-like alien on their heels. While they fled, Morty was slower than he usually was in a situation in which he had to run for his life. The monster was steadily gaining up on him. Worse came to worst, when the boy stumbled and fell to the ground. "Argh! Dammit, Morty!" Rick cursed as he, too, sharply stopped and dashed back to pick up Morty by the back of his shirt. "Will you stop acting like a virgin in a slasher movie for once, Morty? It gets really repetitive when you fall down every time that we're being chased." There was no comeback from the boy as he continued to hang limply in Rick's grasp. Rick only grunted in annoyance that he had to lug his grandson around while they were still being chased. Eventually, he managed to escape from the beast and opened a portal, which brought them back home – inside the garage and Rick's personal workshop. He let the boy finally drop unceremoniously on the ground as he started to ramble on about how Morty had once again managed to ruin everything as they returned empty-handed now. "Goddammit, Morty! I already had those crystals and then you-you-you had to wake it up and now I've got nothing." Rick kept on ranting for a while before he stopped. Something was weird here. Usually, Morty would protest back that it wasn't entirely his fault that their adventure had ended like this or he would complain about something or another, but he had oddly stayed silent through the entire time that his grandfather had been verbally ripping into him. "Morty?" Rick actually turned around to the boy to see him still laying on the floor where he had dropped him. "Morty!" He rushed over to the boy only find out that he had been so silent the entire time because he was passed out. It made Rick panic a little bit before he remembered that Morty had complained about not feeling too well before. He had been also trembling, panting and sweating a lot even though they hadn't really walked all that much. Maybe he had caught some sort of alien flu or something? So, Rick decided to cure his grandson – also for the sake that he wouldn't be a whiney bitch about this after he woke up again. He picked Morty up and brought him down to his underground laboratory where he placed him on an examination table. Rick took a blood sample and started to run several tests. However, the more he tested and looked over the results, the more confused he became. In the middle of the examination, Morty had come to again and looked quizzically up at his grandfather as he looked once more over the results. "Have you found out what is wrong with me, Rick?" he asked weakly. "That is the thing, Morty. There is nothing wrong with you." "What? But I feel so weak." Morty couldn't believe that it was true. Rick sighed. "You're probably just exhausted, Morty. You should go to bed and sleep." The scientist decided to give up and could only assume that the boy was just tired. Maybe he should avoid pulling him out of bed around 3 AM for a while, he figured. Morty still found it hard to believe, but followed Rick's advice and went to bed early. True to his word, Rick had avoided waking Morty up in the middle of the night to take him on an adventure. He didn't even bother the boy at school and generally laid off for a while. However, it seemed that over time instead of getting better, Morty's condition just got worse. The only things that he complained about was just being tired all the time and feeling nauseous though. When the boy eventually became too weak to even walk on his own anymore, Rick examined him once again… and once more, he was not able to find anything wrong with him. Being at the end of his medicinal knowledge, he decided that he needed professional help. "Oh c'mon! Just get your ass over here!" Rick practically yelled into his mobile phone while Morty watched him queasily from the examination table. "Haven't you sworn an oath to help all Mortys or something like that?" Whoever Rick was talking to, replied. Unfortunately, Morty wasn't able to hear what was said. "As I told you before, I can't bring him over to you. I'm pretty much sure that I'm not welcome on the Citadel anymore after destroying it and killing everyone in charge." He was silent for another moment as his conversational partner replied. Then, "Yeah, see you." With those last words, he hung up. Morty wanted to ask whom Rick had called, but before he could even get the first word out, a portal suddenly opened. "You better remember that home visits aren't cheap, C-137." The Rick who entered through the portal said as a greeting. He wore a blue-green top with inflated see-through plastic sleeves and a white smock. Teal-colored latex gloves were also adorning his hands. The white headpiece on his head kind of looked out of place on him though. It was something that Morty would have expected a nurse to wear, but not some kind of Rick doctor. The doctor, who was known as Surgeon Rick, also had a large briefcase with him. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Will you just go and take a look at him already." Rick waved towards his Morty, not really caring about money at the moment. Surgeon Rick went over to the examination table. "Why, hello there, Morty. Where does it hurt?" "I'm not really hurting. I just feel really weak." Morty said, feeling a bit uncomfortable as he always did around doctors even if this one was a Rick…or maybe especially because this one was a Rick. Surgeon Rick hummed as he opened his briefcase and removed all sorts of tools that he had brought with him. The sight of some of them made Morty sweat and swallow heavily. Hopefully, the doctor wasn't planning on using all of those on him. Just like Rick C-137, Surgeon Rick began to run several tests on the boy. Looking with a frown at his results, he began to question the boy. "Morty, did you eat something before you started to feel like this? A plant or fruit or did you put anything else in your mouth?" The boy shook his head. Surgeon Rick hummed. "Did you get bitten by an animal or another creature or stung by something?" "No. Nothing like that. I just started to feel really tired from one moment to the other." Surgeon Rick hummed once more before he turned towards Rick C-137. "Where did you say again did he catch this?" "We were on planet Cyrumlon in dimension B-622C. Could you find out what he has?" "Gonna set that one on the red list so other Ricks won't bring their Mortys there." Surgeon Rick said as he made an according note on his tablet pc. "It seems your Morty's muscles are deteriorating by the way." "Yeah, I already figured out as much! I want to know what's causing it or preferably how to cure it!" Rick was pissed. He hadn't gone out of his way to bring this asshole of a professional medic here just to hear from him what he already knew. "See, that's the thing, C-137." Surgeon Rick started and moved a bit farther away from the Morty as if he didn't want him to hear the conversation even though the boy could still hear them. "Your Morty is a hopeless case. There's no way to cure him." "You can't be serious!" C-137 protested. "Just telling you as it is. There's nothing that I can do for him. You know as good as I do that at this rate, he's only got a few more hours or may one to two days at best. Just give up and get yourself a new one at the Citadel's Reassignment Center. Better get going soon 'cause, you know that they have long lines and it takes a while to get a new one." Surgeon Rick started to pack his stuff together. "Oh, if you like, I can put him out of his misery right now." "What?! No!! Get the hell out of here!" Morty felt queasy as he followed the conversation especially when the doctor offered to put him out as if he was just some pet. This was it though, wasn't it? If a Rick Doctor of all people said that there was no chance of recovery for him then he was really done for. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Though, he had never liked to imagine it, he had been thinking how it probably must be for people when they were diagnosed with cancer and were told that they only had a few more months to live. He'd always imagined that if it was him, he'd probably freak out, get really angry and start throwing things around or just break down and cry, but now he just felt numb. "Here's your stupid money and now get out you quack." C-137 practically shoved the money into Surgeon Rick's arms and pushed him through the portal. He didn't like to hear the news, but in the end it only confirmed his fears. Even the medic couldn't find the cause for the disintegration of Morty's muscles and therefore a cure for it. Rick knew there wasn't much that he could do anymore now. Sure, he could try to stimulate the boy's muscles with electricity and use some other stimulants on him, but in the long run the only good it would do was buy them some more time. Eventually, the muscles in Morty's body would completely stop working, which in turn would mean that his heart would stop pumping blood through his veins. It would just stop beating and the boy would die and even if he tried to give him a pacemaker, his other organs would also eventually fail to function. Completely bypassing the fact that Morty would be bedridden and not be able to take care of himself anymore… "Hey, Rick?" Morty interrupted his dark thoughts. "Since you lost the free voucher when I had been kidnapped by those drug lords, you'll probably have to wait a bit before you get another Morty…so you should probably do what the doctor had said and go to that reassignment center right now." Morty actually hoped that Rick wasn't too angry about that time. They just happened to forget the voucher there after all that chaos. The boy could still remember how Rick had handed him the piece of paper before he had been abducted. "Here." Rick said, as he handed him the slip that Morty quickly identified as the voucher for a free Morty that Rick had received after he had been falsely accused of Rickicide by the Council of Ricks. "While I'm on the toilet and produce something worthless, you can think about your own worth, Morty." "Wha-wha-what are you saying, Morty? You're not gonna die. I'll fix you back up again, all right buddy?" Rick tried to smile reassuringly at his grandson. "Grandpa's got this, Morty. I'll fix it. Ju-just like always, Morty." They both knew that it was a lie. "It's okay, Rick." No, it wasn't okay. It was anything but okay. But what could Rick do about it? There was nothing that he could do. He was the most intelligent man in the entire universe and yet there was nothing that he could do to save his grandson. "Morty…" Rick started, his tone sounding apologetic. Rick Sanchez never apologized. Morty interrupted him though. "Hey, Rick? Can you do me a favor?" "Sure, Morty. What is it?" At this point Rick would do anything for him. Well, maybe with a few limitations, but as long as it wasn't too whack, Rick would grant him his wish. "I would like to see Vensenulon 7 one more time." "Sure, Morty. Is that all you want?" That request sounded too simple. Rick would have expected that Morty might had wanted to do more than just that before he… Maybe eat so much of the best ice cream in the multiverse till he exploded. Or hang out in Blips and Chitz. Heck, he would have even understood it if the boy wouldn't have wanted to die as a virgin and asked him to bring him to a dimension where Jessica had the hots for him and would let him do the do with her. Because that dimension totally existed out there. "Yeah, I just wanna see it one more time." Morty nodded. Rick grabbed his portal gun and inserted the coordinates. Meanwhile, Morty tried to get up from the examination table by himself, but his weak arms failed to heave his upper body up. Trying the next best thing, he rolled over on his side and let his legs dangle over the edge before he placed his feet on the ground. As soon as he tried to put his weight on his legs though, he collapsed and fell on the ground. Rick quickly went over to him and picked him up, carrying Morty in his arms. It was sad to see that the boy was already too weak to walk on his own. As they went through the portal, the beautiful sight of a lush meadow, a violet sky and a giant mountain from which spewed sparkling water in the distance opened up in front of them. For some odd reason Morty could only remember this place fuzzily, but he didn't know why. It was almost as if he had forgotten something important about it, but he couldn't place his finger on what it was. Yet it still looked as paradisiac as he could recall from his murky memory. "Um, Rick? Could you bring me over there please?" Morty shakily pointed to a spot that was a bit closer to the river. Rick didn't complain and carried him over to where he wanted. "Here?" "Yeah, this is a good spot. Please let me down here." Rick let Morty down, who then sat in the grass and looked over the water. His posture was a little slouched as he struggled to maintain his seated position, putting more effort and energy in it than he ever remembered doing before. Even though it was still afternoon, it really was a good spot from which the sunset could be viewed perfectly. For a moment, neither said a word. "Well, you should probably go and pick up your new Morty now." Morty finally spoke up. "You can just leave me here." "But, Morty…" "It's okay, isn't it?" Morty smiled sadly. "I mean, it's not like it really matters, right Rick? Isn't that what you always say "nothing matters"? So, this is nothing. It's just a small blip on the radar of the universe. I'm just one Morty and you always keep reminding me how disposable I am. My life holds no worth. And Mortys die every day anyways, right? It's just infinite minus one. Doesn't really matter on the grand scale. Nothing does. I'm just another Morty, who didn't make it now…" Morty remembered the many dead Mortys he had already seen in his life. Whether it was his own corpse that he had to bury in the backyard, the countless bodies as his Rick had warped the entire Citadel of Ricks into the high security prison of the Galactic Federation or the Morty that he had shot as he was on his fascism hunt. He was just one of those Mortys now. As equally as important as all of his dead alternate selves who didn't amount to anything. Maybe, it was finally now that he understood Rick better than ever before, he thought. "M-Morty. I just can't leave you here." Rick protested. He wasn't just going to leave his grandson all alone in his last moments. Morty blinked back up at him. "Oh, if you have the need to bury my corpse or something, you can still come back later to do that. You don't really have to wait here." In Morty's opinion that made sense. Wouldn't it be even more efficient for Rick if he would just bring his new Morty and let him do the digging? He knew if he were the "new Morty", Rick would have made him do it. Rick suddenly knelt down behind him and wrapped his arms around him, hiding his face in Morty's neck and making it impossible for Morty to look at him now. The action surprised the boy. Rick had never done anything like this before. The scientist wasn't really one for cuddling and hugs were maybe not completely absent, but they were still pretty rare. "Don't you want to say goodbye to your family or something?" Rick mumbled against his neck. "Wouldn't it be weird if I did that when you're going to show up with a new Morty later on?" Morty argued back. "Besides they weren't my real family anyways. My family is in dimension C-137 and I don't think that they would care much if I showed up now. I've been probably dead to them since we left that dimension behind…" He remembered how they had acted the last time that he had seen his original family when he had brought his "current" Summer there. A sob rang suddenly through the air. "R-Rick? Are you crying?" Morty asked as he heard unmistakable sniffling. "Why are you crying? Did you get hurt or something, Rick? If you're hurt you should take care of it. Or-or-or go and see a doctor in case it's something serious…" "Will you just shut up, Morty!" Rick ground out angrily and pulled the boy even closer into his arms. Morty was confused by this behavior. Surely Rick wasn't crying because of him, right? No, he couldn't be crying over Morty because in a few hours, he would have already picked up a new Morty anyways. And then Rick would just continue to live his life like he had done before. He would probably not even think about him anymore or even remember him. And why should he if he had a new Morty at his side? The sobs had subsided after a while and both just sat there and watched the sun slowly set behind the mountain. Since it became too exhausting for Morty to even sit up, the boy just laid down on the soft grass while Rick continued to sit close beside him. They watched how one of Vensenulion 7's many moons rose and admired the night sky still in silence. Morty started to shiver. "It's gotten cold." His voice was barely audible, it was so weak. "Yeah, you're right." Rick said. It wasn't true though. It wasn't cold at all. The nice warmth from the day still hung in the air and radiated from the soil and the close by water. Still, Rick took off his lab coat and wrapped it around Morty. "Thank you." The boy mumbled and Rick merely shrugged it off. It was rare to see Rick being so nice to him, but Morty didn't mind it. It made him smile. Silence settled between them once again as they both continued to look up at the stars. They both thought about all the adventures they had shared together… and all the ones that they wouldn't be able to have together. Rick had always thought if one of them would have to die first, it would be him. Obviously, with his age and all. That was the natural order of things and no grandparent should have to live through the death of their grandchild ever. His zero risk-awareness would have probably also furthered the odds of him being the first to go, too. So why wasn't he? Why did he get to live while Morty had to die?

The universe could be so fucking unfair, cruel and unforgiving sometimes…

Morty thought somewhat similarly about the order of their deaths though he always thought that they both would die on the same day. He had always been expecting that Rick would die first and then leave him behind in some crappy, alien-related, dangerous situation in which he would die without Rick's genius and technology then.

To see it come to this felt almost ironic.

"I…feel so…tired…" Morty's voice was so faint that it was merely a whisper anymore.

"…then sleep, Morty. And tomorrow we'll watch the sunrise together." Rick also whispered.

Morty hummed in response though if it wasn't for the small vibration his body created with it, it would have gone completely unnoticed. The boy slowly closed his eyes.

Rick bit his lower lip. Of course, he knew that it was a lie. Morty wouldn't see the sun rise again.

Not much later Morty's breath became fainter before it was gone completely.

Rick checked his pulse, but there was nothing.

Morty was gone for good. He wasn't going to wake up again.

Rick hugged the body of his grandson close to himself and sobbed again. He had failed Morty.

He knew what he needed to do. He needed to let go and go to the Citadel to pick up a new Morty. There were so many rickless Mortys there that waited for a new Rick to pick them up.

But Rick couldn't do it.

He couldn't let go of Morty and just continue to live on as if this had never happened. Not again. This boy hadn't just been a Morty. He had been his grandson – his grandson from his original dimension. And no one – no other Morty – could replace him. Ever!

"What had happened to Rick and Morty a hundred years?" Rick mumbled against Morty's still body.

No, he wouldn't let go. Never!

He would never fail his Morty again!

A Rick and his Morty where walking around on Vensenulon 7, searching for one thing or another. "Wah!" unsuspectingly, the Morty stumbled suddenly. As he looked down to see what he had stumbled over, he shrieked loudly. "What the heck are you screaming like that for?" his Rick asked. "Th-th-there's—it's our corpses!!" Rick walked over to take a look for himself. "Yeah, that's a dead Rick and his Morty from another dimension." He commented nonchalantly. The Morty was still frazzled. "But why? What did they die from?" He looked around in a panic as if expecting to find what had caused their deaths to be still lingering around and attacking them any moment. Which was kind of stupid because if they had been killed by some kind of animal, it probably would have eaten them and not just let the corpses lay around untouched like that. "Hmm." The Rick kneeled down a little to look a bit closer at his dead self as he analyzed the possible cause of his death. "This Rick must have died from dehydration." The signs were obvious enough. "What? How can that be? There is a giant river right over there?" The Morty gestured over to the body of water as he said that, not feeling one bit better at the revelation. "His Morty seemed to have died a while before him." The Rick ignored his grandson as he stared at the dead alternate of the boy that was held in his own dead counterpart's arms. The boy's corpse had already started to decompose. "It's hard to tell what he died from though. There's no wounds on the outside that would suggest an attack. And if it had been poison there should have been some discolorations on his skin." The Rick stood up again. "Can't really tell without autopsying the body." "I still don't understand what has happened here." The Morty was as confused as he was in the beginning. "Well, I'd say after his Morty died this Rick just gave up and waited here for his own death." He already turned away from the bodies and resumed his walk. "Which is really stupid. He could have just gotten himself a new Morty on the Citadel. There's plenty around." The Morty still stood over the corpses and looked at the strange picture. A Rick holding his Morty close to him even in death. Despite the grotesqueness, the sight looked oddly sweet, showing a sort of affection that he had never felt between himself and his grandfather. "Morty! Hurry up if you don't want me to just leave you here and get a new Morty." The Rick reprimanded him. The boy hurried to catch up with his grandfather, knowing that he probably would make that threat true if he got lost here. After all, he knew how much he was worth to his Rick. His grandfather had made it clear for him often enough…

The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 1: Getting into the Game

AN: I'm so sorry for the long absence, but I'm finally back (more or less). This is a fanfic that I had finished for a while already, but I hadn't posted it before because I wanted to add more visual stuff to it. However, I never really finished any of those plans and so I give this to you now as it is (I'll add the few things that I did manage to finish though). Still, I'm excited to finally be showing this to you. While it is a direct continuation to all the previous stories in the "Entricked Fates" series, I'll tried to write it in a way that you will still understand what's going on even if you haven't read them (of course, this will still be more fun for you to read if you have read all the other ones before). Also, if my "Entricked Fates" series has something like arcs this story could be considered the season 1 finale. Warnings: there will be Rick/Morty and Rick/Rick and also smut in later chapters, but for this one only mentions of trauma and past rape Summary: After losing his portal gun to the Council of Ricks thanks to Mysterious Rick, Rick C-137 is forced to participate in the Pocket Mortys game. At the same time, Rick C-133 is on the Citadel trying to find the Morty who had tried to kill and replace his Morty and Rick P-78 and his Morty help him in the search. All the while, organized Mortynappings that might be linked to an illegal Morty brothel ring are happening on the Citadel and Morty K-4872 is trying to find the root of it.

The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 1: Getting into the Game ~Though they were born beneath alternated stars they will join in one battle and will fight under the same sky~

Rick C-137 scowled as he walked over the plaza with his Morty in tow.

They were now stuck on the Citadel of Ricks, with no portal gun and forced to participate in this stupid "Pocket Mortys Game" if they ever wanted to leave again.

He actually had to beat all of the council clowns' asses if he wanted to win his portal gun back and it was just rickdiculous.

They would regret making him do that and the only Rick who would regret this whole thing even more would be that Mysterious Rick that was responsible for this whole mess.

C-137 was going to pay this guy back, no matter what it took – not only because of his portal gun, but also for what he had done to his Morty.

"If you want to know about the rules and details of the game, just ask someone from the staff from Morty Inc." Riq IV had said with a smug grin. The rest of the council clowns wore a matching expression on their faces.

Apparently the Morty Day Care and the Morty Games Coliseum were owned by Morty Inc., but there was also Salesman Rick's (the official Pocket Morty Shop) and the Morty Healing Center and they would also be free to ask for advice at any of those places.

Those were all the shops that had been specifically set up for the Morty Trainers whether they were newbies or veterans in the Morty training business.

Rick looked around the plaza in the main atrium that they were standing at after they were more or less kicked out of the building where the Council of Ricks resided in, being surrounded by busy Ricks and their Mortys as well as some other alien folks and he couldn't contain his frustration any longer.

"I really fucking hate this place!" he groaned aloud.

Rick C-133 and his Morty looked around the busy plaza that had Ricks, Mortys and some aliens roaming about. They had followed that ominous Morty to the Citadel of Ricks, but now what? How where they supposed to find one Morty in this mass? C-133 had to congratulate the little bastard for finding the possibly best hiding place for a Morty in the entire multiverse. It would be like searching for the proverbial needle in the haystack. The only difference was that finding that needle would have been far easier for Rick even if the damn thing would have been a toothpick. He didn't even know if that Morty was still on the Citadel, but then again this was the best hiding place that he could ever get so C-133 hoped that the boy was indeed still here. "Fuck! Finding the little shit here will take forever…" The Rick groaned out loudly. They continued to walk over the plaza, C-133 trying to look out for a Morty with a wounded arm since he remembered that the other seemed to have broken his arm before he fled from the scene. However, after seeing a bunch of wounded Mortys walking around and even almost running into a little group of Mortys who looked like they had several broken limbs led by one Rick who looked absolutely fine, he figured that even that wouldn't be a good enough indicator to find the culprit that he was searching for. "If I at least knew from which dimension that Morty was…" C-133 mumbled, getting quickly tired of the sight of hundreds of yellow t-shirts. He happened to overhear another Rick who was close by complaining loudly. "I really fucking hate this place!" "Tell me about it. This place sucks!" he agreed. C-133 wasn't one of those Ricks who frequented the Citadel, much less thought about staying here for a longer period of time or even come to live in this place. Actually, he pitied the Ricks who were stuck here a little, but then again they were responsible for their own misery and didn't deserve something like pity. "All of those stupid Ricks are nothing but dumb sheep that try to cling to their terrible ideas and idealisms, which are nothing more than poor illusions." C-137 continued. "That's exactly what I always say, too." C-133 agreed fully to that. It was nice to know that there were still some Ricks who had their head on right and saw this the same way that he did. However, this opinion also raised an interesting question. "Why are you even here if you hate this place so much?" He didn't want to sound like a hypocrite, but at least he had good reason to be here no matter how much he hated the Citadel. "Some Rick-asshole stole my portal gun and then gave it to the Council as a present who now force me to participate in this stupid "Pocket Morty Game" to get it back." Rick C-137 summed the story up. "And why are you here?" The question was warranted. Rick C-133 tried to give the short version of his story, too. "A Morty had hired a bunch of Mercenary Ricks to kidnap and kill my Morty and wanted to us me as his replacement Rick." Even though both Ricks left out some very important details in their stories, Morty C-137 could see how the other Morty became really pale. "Are you okay?" he asked the other boy, sincerely worried about the other brunet's health. He himself had been through a rather traumatic event just recently thanks to a Rick and he figured being kidnapped and almost dying at the hands of a bunch of Ricks was probably not less stressful than that. Morty C-133 kept silent for a moment and looked at the other Morty as if he was contemplating about something before he finally gave in. "Uh… could you… I mean could we… have a little talk, over… a-alone?" he asked. Seeing, as their Ricks were still busy discussing about one thing or another, he shrugged and quietly excused himself before walking over to the side of the street to an empty corner where it was a bit quieter. After looking around almost as if he was paranoid and making sure that no one would listen in on their conversation, Morty C-133 finally started to talk. "Um… actually… those Ricks that had kidnapped me… they—they… they raped me…" he confessed. Morty C-137's eyes widened in shock before his face took on features of sympathy. "You know… I was also raped by this Rick who is responsible for us being in this mess." He answered. Somehow, both boys felt as if a little weight was lifted from them by talking about what had happened to them and having something to share even if it was undeniably a very horrible experience. It somehow just felt good to be able to talk with someone who understood exactly what they themselves had gone through. Without really noticing it another Morty suddenly joined them and made himself known. "So, you were both victims of Rick-rape?" he quipped in. Both C-dimension Mortys looked at the newcomer with big eyes. While both of them looked like typically "standard Mortys" with their short brown hair, yellow shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers and having no significant features that differentiated them from another, the Morty that had approached them looked considerably different. At least he was dressed differently in that he wore brown pants, a green vest over his yellow t-shirt and a white and dark-gray baseball cap that had the letters "D'n'J" stitched on the front in a blue-green color. "Um… have you been, too…?" they both wondered aloud, simultaneously. "Oh, no. I'm not a victim of any Rick-crimes…" He instantly declined that notion. "…but I have just recently assassinated a Rick, Rick S-121, who put up a front of being a Morty-activist, but was actually a mortyphile. He had adopted Mortys from the Mortyphanage and raped them or forced them to work in illegal Morty brothels." The C-dimension Mortys looked pretty shocked at that information. To think that something like that was happening on the Citadel… well, after what they had just been through, it was not impossible to imagine it, but it was shocking to think that such organized crime was going on. The Morty continued, "I'm currently trying to investigate more about that since a lot of Mortys in other facilities have also gone missing. Even though this isn't an actual mission. I mean, I wasn't hired by anyone to do this, I'm just doing this because I want to put a stop to Ricks abusing Mortys like that and my Rick lets me be in charge for this investigation." "It's pretty cool that your Rick lets you be in charge." Morty C-133 said in amazement and C-137 also nodded his head to that. He knew that his Rick would never let him have the command unless he evoked his right to a Morty adventure, but even then he would constantly complain and give him a hard time. The other Morty sighed. "That actually just means that my Rick is gonna sit back and do nothing while I have to do all of the work. So yeah, it's not as amazing as you think it is. Anyways, could you tell me more about what had happened to you? I want to know if your cases could have something to do with these illegal brothels or the Ricks that are behind it." Morty C-137 and C-133 looked at each other at that before C-137 was the one to answer first. "I'm not really sure if the Rick that had kidnapped me has something to do with it. I mean, he had some weird dungeon underneath his hideout that was full of Mortys, but it didn't really seem to be a brothel…" Of course, he couldn't be too sure about that, but if it had been a brothel then there should have been at least other people – well, customers – too, right? "The Mercenary Ricks that had kidnapped me were actually hired by a Morty and they were actually supposed to "get rid of me" so I don't really think that it has anything to do with the incidents that happened to other Mortys." C-133 answered now. The investigating Morty agreed – at least to what Morty C-133 said, he still wasn't entirely sure about the Rick from C-137's story. "Do you guys have interdimensional mobile phones?" he asked. "I would like to add you to my contacts so I can maybe ask you for more information if I might need it. Also, I would inform you in case I hear anything about that mysterious Rick or Morty. By the way, I'm Morty from dimension K-4872." He finally introduced himself. "Ah, I'm from C-133. And yeah, I would like to add you, too." "Same. I'm from C-137." "Oh, you're the Morty from the "Rogue", huh?" K-4872 noticed. C-137 blushed a little at this, not aware that he and his Rick were actually that famous amongst other Ricks and Mortys. "It's funny that our dimensions are pretty close to each other." C-133 only commented towards C-137. The Mortys exchanged their numbers, actually happy that they were able to make friends with someone even if that someone was literally themselves, but they didn't mind that fact. Surely, it would be benefiting all of them if they would try to work on their individual problems together and the C-dimension Mortys also really wanted to help K-4872 clear up this case. Having just recently been victims of rape themselves, they wanted to prevent something horrible like that to happen to other Mortys. They were also very grateful that K-4872 would try to help them finding the culprits behind the crimes that were done to them, too. Not that they didn't have any faith in their Ricks, but you could never have enough help… The boys were so engaged in conversation that they didn't notice a Rick approaching them. He wore frameless, rectangular glasses, a black long-sleeved sweater with a blue short-sleeved and unbuttoned button-up shirt over it, brown slacks and black sneakers and he held a bag in his hand that smelled like burgers, fries and chicken nuggets. Apparently, he had gotten it from McSanchez – at least that's what was written on the bag in big, yellow letters. "Made some new friends?" Rick K-4872 asked his Morty. The boy turned around to his Rick and tried to explain that it was a bit more than just that. "These Mortys were in some incidents that might have something to do with the case that we're investigating." Well, the "we" was used very loosely here, seeing as Morty was the one bothered about this whole thing while his Rick acted as if he could care less – probably because no material award was awaiting him for their troubles. Figures… "I think that at least this "Mysterious Rick" sounds very suspicious since he seems to have kidnapped a bunch of Mortys and…" His Rick cut him quickly off. "Or, he's just a Morty trainer who wants a complete collection." He intervened. "I know that this is your investigation and all, but if you want some advice from me: you should stick to the leads that you have now, since they're more valid." Morty K-4872 huffed a little, but had to agree. So far, he only had vague assumptions about this Rick and those could hardly be considered a lead. Still, he didn't want to rule out any possibilities. Promising the other Mortys again that he would still keep an eye out for the Rick and the Morty that they were looking for, he left together with his Rick to go and have lunch while going over the information that he currently had again. He knew right from the start that cracking this case would not be an easy task, still he felt that it was something that he needed to do and he wouldn't back down until he exposed the criminal who was behind this illegal Morty brothel ring even if the authorities of the Citadel had failed in doing it so far…

While the Mortys had been talking amongst themselves, the C-dimension Ricks had a conversation of their own.

Looking around and seeing aliens and Ricks alike being followed by flocks of Mortys, C-133 couldn't help but comment on it.

"This whole "Pocket Mortys" business is really weird. I didn't even know that this was a thing since I usually don't visit the Citadel. Makes looking for the Morty that I'm searching for even more of a hassle…"

"Well yeah, who would have thought that having alternate versions of our grandson fighting each other would become so popular? At least this lets me make good use of my newest invention." C-137 claimed.

"And what's that supposed to be?" C-133 asked skeptically.

With a little triumphant sound, C-137 held up his

great invention

.

"This is my Mortytector. It locates every Morty in the multiverse and shows me not only their position, but also their dimension. This little baby also helped me when that Asshat-Rick had kidnapped my Morty."

A scowl was instantly on his face again at the memory of that guy.

C-133 mused silently that he could certainly use something like that, too, even though he had been very capable of finding his kidnapped Morty again without it thanks to the implanted microchip.

Still, at the moment, it wouldn't be of any use to him because un-fucking-fortunately, he didn't know from which dimension that little fuck he's looking for was.

However, he should probably get around building a similar device just in case that another Morty would try to replace his grandson again…

After the two Mortys had returned to their Ricks' side, C-137 cut the conversation short. "Well yeah, better get going if I ever wanna get my portal gun back."

"Yeah, I'll never find that little shit by standing around here either." C-133 agreed.

"Let's go, Morty." Both Ricks said simultaneously as they each went their separate ways, off-white lab coat billowing behind them.

Rick C-133 was a genius and he was a clever enough man to know that he won't be able to find that Morty just on his own. So, he actually called one of his acquaintances, Rick P-78, who agreed to meet him at one of the bars on the Citadel. Entering the appointed pub, C-133 didn't have to search long for the other. The P-dimension Rick easily stood out with his different clothes, – the gray, sleeveless lab coat and the black long-sleeved turtleneck shirt underneath it as well as equally black slacks that had emptied weapon holsters attached to them and a pair of brown boots – the scar that went vertically over the left side of his face, and that optical prosthesis in his left eye socket. Easily, he slid on the stool next to his acquaintance and ordered a whisky for himself that the Morty bartender quickly served up. His Morty took a seat next to him and only ask for a glass of water in his stuttering voice. P-78's Morty sat on another stool by his Rick's side and sipped something that looked like orange juice. "So, what's the big favor that you're asking for?" The Rick with the mechanical eye asked. "Long story short: I'm looking for a Morty." P-78 raised one side of his eyebrow and looked pointedly to the brown haired boy at his side. "Don't you already have one?" C-133 sighed exasperatedly. "Ha ha, very funny. I'm looking for a specific Morty, dipshit." The other Rick wasn't offended by the rude name-calling. He only waited for C-133 to continue. "H-hey, Morty? Why don't you go and play with that other Morty while I have a talk here, all right?" C-133 didn't need his grandson to overhear this whole thing. It was worse enough that he had been through it already so no need for him to relive the memory while he was retelling it to the other Rick. His Morty only nodded and slid a few stools over as he waited for the other Morty to join him. As Morty A-22β6 looked up at his Rick with a questioning gaze, the older man only nodded and the boy joined his fellow kind. While the Ricks were starting to talk in hushed voices, the Mortys started a conversation of their own. "So… you're Rick P-78's new Morty?" C-133 started a bit awkwardly. "Y-yeah. H-he's a-a really nice R-Rick…" A-22β6 stuttered. The extreme speech-impediment wasn't lost on the other, but he decided to not comment on it. "Um… why did you get a new Rick? I-I mean, what happened to yours— i-if you don't mind me asking?" Morty C-133 had hurried to add the last part, not sure if the other would be even comfortable talking about it. Even if most Ricks were assholes, many Mortys still loved their grandfather and would be very sad if he died. Especially if it was a very traumatizing death. It wasn't exactly as if Mortys were asking to get reassigned to other Ricks. Most of the time the Council of Ricks would decide such things over the boys' heads, often enough even taking Mortys from dimensions where no Ricks lived anymore just to have a few spare ones that they could redistribute to others whether those Ricks had once an affiliation with the Citadel or not. A-22β6 had been quite for a while and just as C-133 thought that he wouldn't answer, he began to speak. "M-my R-Rick is d-dead…" Even though that much was obvious even to Morty C-133, he still offered him his condolences "I'm sorry." "N-no. Don't b-be." A-22β6 continued. "I-I-I w-was the o-one, who k-killed him." "WHAT?!" C-133 quickly realized that that came out too loud even before he had the eyes of every Rick, Morty and alien in the near vicinity on him. "S-sorry." He apologized to the other patrons with a blush on his face. With wide eyes, he looked back at his conversational partner, silently urging him to continue. Aside from having a hard time believing that this extremely skittish Morty would have the guts to even do such a feat, he was obviously even more interested in getting to hear about the 'why'. Sure, Ricks were generally sociopathic madmen (some a little more and some a little less), but that didn't automatically warrant that they deserved to die – even if they had the talent to get their Mortys quickly riled up to the point that they wished to do it with all the bullshit that they were putting their grandsons through. "…H-he…" A-22β6 swallowed heavily before he seemed to find the strength in his voice to continue. "He was a-a r-really bad R-Rick. I m-mean r-really really b-bad…" The boy nervously stroked over the long yellow sleeves that were covering his arms. In a slightly squeaky voice he continued "…h-he abused me… a-and r-raped me even…" Sympathy immediately surged through C-133 at those words. It was certainly one thing to be abducted by some other Rick and have this happen to you, but having your actual Rick being such a sick bastard – having to endure that over and over again for who knows how long he had to live together with his grandfather – was an even more horrible fate. "Jeez, I'm really sorry about that…" he muttered, not sure how to respond to that. "Uh… you know… I kinda know what that's like…" The other Morty finally dared to look up into his eyes. He had turned his face away and stared at the ground after they had started with the topic of his original Rick. "R-really? Y-you d-do?" A-22β6 asked in surprise. It still wasn't easy for C-133 to talk about it even if he had told Morty C-137 and K-4872 just recently. The memory was still fresh in his mind and so far, his Rick hadn't given him a break so that he had some time to think about or even properly process it yet. The time that he had scrubbed his skin raw in the shower didn't quite count… "Yeah, just… just recently I-I was kidnaped by some Ricks and they also…" His voice trailed off at the end, but he didn't need to finish the sentence. It was obvious what he wanted to say and A-22β6 sincerely felt sorry for his alternate version as well. "You know, apparently this seems to be a weird "trend" among Ricks…" C-133 continued after a little bit silence. "Huh?" "Well, I heard from another Morty that a lot of Mortys are recently getting kidnapped and sold off in illegal Morty brothels." A-22β6's eyes widened at that. He seriously didn't know that something like that was happening at the Citadel at the time. His Rick certainly hadn't mentioned anything about that. Morty C-133 explained all the details to him and added him to his contacts while also giving him the numbers of the other Mortys. Since Rick P-78 would help them out, his Morty was also more than willing to do whatever he could to help. However, A-22β6 still felt like he needed to add something. "Y-you kn-know, not a-all R-Ricks are l-like that though… T-there are a-also s-some really n-nice ones who d-don't just u-use Mortys." He hoped that his words would cheer the other Morty up because he knew that it was the truth. Since he had met Rick Q-89, who was a Rick that did have sex with Mortys, he knew that this alternate version of his grandfather was very different and a really nice guy. Morty A-22β6 really liked him and the only Rick that he could ever like more than him was P-78. He tried not to blush at the thought, but he felt a definite warmth in his chest at the thought. The Ricks meanwhile were still whispering in their conversation, C-133 laying everything of what had happened down on table. "So, you see. I somehow have to find that little piece of shit." He finished his story. After taking another sip from his drink, he added, "I know that you're the only Rick who I can ask about this because you got some experience of your own how dangerous a Morty can be. Most Ricks wouldn't ever consider a Morty a threat, but this mysterious Morty is gonna mean serious business. All of us Ricks should always keep in mind that a cocky Morty means a lot of trouble…" P-78 had listened quietly through the whole story. With one last gulp, he finished his drink and put the empty glass back down on the counter. "'Kay. You can count me in. I'm gonna help you hunt that little shit down." He said. As he looked over at A-22β6, he thought that this wasn't only to help out an old friend, but also for the safety of his own Morty. He wouldn't know what he'd do if something like that would happen to his little boy…

The C-137 duo made their way towards the Morty Day Care. Morty was honestly not quite sure what to think about that particular shop. However, after having been to a daycare that was full of alternate versions of his dad – the Jerryboree – he probably shouldn't feel surprised that Ricks would come up with the idea to do the same thing for Mortys. Still, he couldn't say that he didn't feel at least a bit offended about it… For Rick, any place to ask was as good as the next one and seeing that there was a long line at the Morty Healing Center and Rick somehow wanted to avoid Salesman Rick's shop, he picked the place that had the shortest line – and there the last customer just left and C-137 wouldn't even have to wait at all! As he approached the Rick, which had a permanent frown on his face and a toothpick between his lips, he could actually see some scribbles on his right arm. Rick C-137 recognized it as a formula that he had just come up with last week – it was a more efficient recipe for dark matter fuel. As he and his Morty came to stand in front of the counter, the other moved the toothpick to the corner of his mouth in a routinely manner to freely talk without obstructions. "Welcome to Morty Day Care!" Storage Rick said in a monotone voice from always having to say this same sentence a few hundred times a day, day in and day out. "What do you want? Store, Withdraw, Bootcamp or Combine?" "Wait? You can actually combine Mortys? Seriously?" Rick C-137 asked. Wow, what kind of Rick had come up with that sick idea? He was certainly a genius! "Yeah, if you have two Mortys of the same type, you can fuse them together to get an evolved Morty who is better and stronger than the two previous ones… You're a noob, aren't you?" he asked, eyeing first Rick and then his Morty before bringing his attention back to the Rick again. "Yeah, I'm new to this whole game. Care to explain the rules since the Council didn't bother with it?" "Sure. It's simple. You just go out there, using the communal portal gate at CentRick Square, which will teleport you to a random, registered dimension. There you can find Morty trainers who will want to battle you and Wild Mortys that you can fight or catch. Also, there is always a Rick who's like the boss of that dimension and who you will have to challenge to win a badge. And in case that you don't have a portal gun of your own, you'll have to beat him to get back to the Citadel." Storage Rick rattled the explanation down in a monotone voice as if he was in a hurry to get this whole thing done. Why did the noobs always have to ask him about the rules? There were many other Ricks to bother around… "Okay, that sounds pretty simple, but how do I do that whole Morty catching business? I mean, I can't just walk up and ask if they're interested in joining me or something like that." C-137 interjected. He was really trying to stay focused even though the rules were easy enough that a little kid could understand how it works, but he was quickly being bored with these explanations and just wanted to have this over and done with as quickly as the Rick behind the counter. Go through portal, defeat trainers, catch Mortys, defeat Ricks – got it! It wasn't that hard! "Of course not. You let your Morty fight against a Wild Morty to weaken them and then you have to plant a Morty Manipulator Chip on them. When the LED on the chip lights up green, you were successful and the caught Morty will think that you're his Rick and will follow you." "Okay and where do I get an injector and those manipulator chips?" "Are you for real? C'mon, you're a Rick." Storage Rick inquired with one side his eyebrow raised. "You can make these things yourself. Fortunately, you can find spare parts scattered across the dimensions and workstations are set up all over the place." Storage Rick suppressed the urge to sigh. Who knows how often he had these conversations already. "Really?! I have to handcraft all the stuff that I need by myself? That's taking way too long! I-I mean I have stuff to get done here, man!" C-137 complained. "Well, you can actually buy Morty Manipulator Chips from Salesman Rick, but he's only authorized to sell them to advanced trainers. I know, it's real tough for newcomers, but I guess this is kinda like, you know, sorting the wheat from the chaff. There are so many people, who think that this Morty training business is such a cool thing, but as soon as they find out how much work is behind it all, they just lose heart and give up. So, you know, all of the ones that are still participating in it are hardcore enthusiast who take this seriously." At least Storage Rick wished that would be the case, but he worked so long in this job that he knew better by now. "Well, at least you already have a Mortypad." Storage Rick commented at seeing the former iPad in the other Rick's hand. "This is a Mortytector." C-137 corrected with a crease in his eyebrow that showed his displeasure about thinking it was the same thing that every other Rick ran around with. Storage Rick looked unimpressed. The scientist from the C dimension continued. "Okay, fine. Anything else that is worth knowing?" Rick C-137 was getting annoyed and just wanted to get started so he could get this whole ordeal over with soon. "Not really. Oh, but one more thing: you can only have five Mortys with you at once. If you capture one more, a Courier Flap will get that one and bring it to me for storage. So, if you want that one in your team, you will have to come here first and exchange them…" It was kind of a stupid rule, but Storage Rick wasn't making the rules here. Before Rick C-137 had the chance to comment on that, his Morty suddenly interposed "Why five?" "What?" both Ricks asked back in unison and looked down at him with an equal, questioning, but also annoyed expression on their faces. "Why is it that you can only be accompanied by five Mortys at a time? That number seems pretty random to me." "It's not random. Everyone knows that you don't need more than five Mortys." Storage Rick replied dryly. "Exactly, Morty! Because it's enough to have five Mortys and-" Rick C-137 stopped in the middle of the sentence as he remembered the reaction that Morty had when he told him about his experimenting with five Mortys and a jumper cable – which was, of course, completely hypothetical! His Morty looked expectantly at him to finish his sentence yet looked like he probably wasn't going to like what he would have to say and so he quickly continued "Anyways, no one needs more than five Mortys. There never was a Rick who had or needed more than five Mortys and that's canon." "So, you mean to say that you would only need five to win our portal gun back?" "Yeah. That's what I said, Morty. And now shut up!" Turning back to the Rick behind the counter, he asked "Oh, by the way. Do you happen to know a Rick that is nicknamed Mysterious Rick? Black hat, red cape…" Storage Rick cut him off and was almost tempted to ask who didn't know this guy by now. "Yeah, I know the weirdo but haven't seen him since he withdrew all of his Mortys. Figures that he probably stopped playing and released his Mortys in the wild." Of course, Storage Rick was sure that that was not the case. There was no way that that mortyphile would actually do that, but seriously, it wasn't his business what that Rick did. If he had to guess, he figured though that Mysterious Rick must have rubbed the newbie  the wrong way and probably tried to get his Morty. His guess was pretty much confirmed as he could see how uncomfortable the little Morty looked about the current topic. "Well, okay. That's too bad then, 'cause I thought that I might meet him here. Whatever. Let's go, Morty." Rick C-137 had heard enough and just wanted to get into battle now. He actually had to collect a shitload of badges if he wanted to fight against the Council and he had to catch some Mortys to get himself a decently strong team so that he could beat them up properly. "No, wait, Rick. I still have some questions." His Morty interjected once again and turned towards Storage Rick. "I-I've heard that there is an increase in Morty abductions on the Citadel. Have-have you heard anything about that? I mean, do Mortys happen to vanish from here, too?" Storage Rick's eyes narrowed the slightest bit at the question and suddenly the Guard Rick that was stationed at the electric fence burped loudly and shifted a little in his stance, momentarily distracting the keeper of the Day Care and causing him to quickly glance over to the guard for a brief moment before he finally answered. "Don't worry. Morty Day Care is the safest place that any Morty could ever be at on the Citadel. I'm leading a proper business here and got nothing to do with that so nothing of the likes happens here. But, hey—you know, if you're looking for suspicious Ricks there are plenty around." Storage Rick started to gesture with his hands. Pointing over in the direction of the Healing Center that was literally next door, he continued, "Have you met Surgeon Rick yet? That guy's not quite right in the head. You know, I've heard that they won't assign any Mortys to him anymore and he's been degraded from his position as a Paramedic of the Citadel's Militia because of the same reason. I also think that he shows a little too much interested in Mortys." Storage Rick paused a little in his speech to make a face and shifted his toothpick from the left corner of his mouth to the right one. "I also see sometimes Mortys going in, but never coming out again, not even their corpses or whatever. It's also quite suspicious that there are bloody Morty clothes in the dumpster behind that place every so often. I don't know what you think, but I tell you that the guy has Morty blood on his hands and not just from healing wounded ones." Morty made a face at the mentioning of the blood, but Storage Rick didn't stop there yet. "He also seems to be in on something with that Rick from Morty Labs, so that guy is probably worth checking out, too. Those guys are not the only ones though. I think you should also check out Salesman Rick from the Morty Item Store. The guy's always all smiles, but I have a feeling that he's hiding something. And you know he's the only one that has free limited access to those Morty Manipulator Chips. For all we know these things could be used to easily kidnap Mortys." He seemed to pause a little bit in thought while Morty C-137 tried to process all the information that he received. His Rick was barely listening to all the droning. Why was his Morty suddenly interested in that crap that had absolutely nothing to do with them? Storage Rick seemed to remember one more thing. "Oh, I guess you should also check out Dirty Rick. I mean that guy has "Dirty" in his nickname and he certainly is a really shady guy. You can find him at the Morty Games Colosseum." "O-okay. Thank you." While all of that information was a bit overwhelming, it was a starting point. Since he doubted that his Rick would give him the time to check all of those places out, he would just have to contact the other Mortys and tell them about this. Maybe they could share the work and figure something out by working together. The thought made him a little excited. "What-what is this suddenly about? Morty kidnappings?" his Rick asked in confusion. Oh, right. He should probably let his Rick in on this whole thing that was going on. Morty could imagine that he probably wouldn't help out and complain that they don't have time for this crap, but maybe he would be in a good enough mood to allow Morty at least to investigate a bit on this. He just had to bring up that the others would also be helping out with looking for Mysterious Rick. It wasn't a completely one-sided thing – they would all help out each other! As Morty C-137 explained to his Rick what was going on, the scientist already decided that this thing wasn't really his deal and he would only focus on getting back his portal gun and find that Mysterious Rick to pay him back for what he had done. If his Morty wanted to play detective and help some of those other Ricks and Mortys then he could do that, but he shouldn't count too much on Ricks help for it. Since they were entangled in their own conversation, none of them paid any more attention to Storage Rick as they left. The Rick of the Morty Day Care waited patiently till the duo was out of sight, watching them with narrowed eyes. As soon as they were gone, Storage Rick called one of his Worker Mortys over. "Hey, Morty. Come over here." he called out. In an instant as if he could only mean one Morty in the entire Day Care with that, a Blue Shirt Morty was standing at his side. "Take over the counter for a moment. I need a smoke break…"

Bonus: ***extra to the conversation between Morty K-4872, C-133 and C-137*** "So, what kind of facilities are you talking about exactly? I mean, what's that Morty orphanage?" C-137 asked now curious since he wasn't too well versed with the Citadel. "We're calling it Mortyphanage here." K-4872 corrected. "Yeah. What's up with those places?" C-133 also wondered about that. "The Mortyphanage is one of the three main facilities where Ricks can get new Mortys. Even if Ricks hate to admit it, they need us Mortys—" "Yeah, because of our brainwaves…" C-137 threw in. K-4872 looked at him funny now. "Well, that probably, too, but it's not the only reason. Ricks are very depressed and self-destructive so they need someone who looks up to them and cares for them. But like I said, they try to deny it, because of their stupid pride." Both C-dimension Mortys nodded. They understood now even if they probably haven't ever really thought about it like that. "Anyways…" K-4872 continued his explanation. "…the Mortyphanage is where they put obviously the orphaned Mortys. Those who not only have no Rick, but also no family anymore. Sometimes, they don't even have a home dimension that they could be returned to. Now, you would think that those Mortys are the first ones who would be reassigned to a Rick, but most Ricks think that these Mortys are "broken". Aside from that, there's very strict requirements that needs to be upheld by the Rick, not to mention the fee that needs to be paid. Many Ricks think that it's not worth it, so these Mortys are the least desirable ones and don't get adopted very often. Another facility where Ricks can get Mortys is Morty Academy. Mortys who have lost more than one Rick are generally being placed here because the Council thinks that if the Ricks, who these Mortys are assigned to, keep dying, it's somehow their fault. Not because Ricks are suicidal and self-destructive and can make mistakes sometimes that get them killed. So, they put those Mortys into a learning program, where they basically try to shape them into perfect companions for Ricks. And the only thing that Ricks need to do it is to register themselves there within a certain time span. Aside from that fee again, of course. Obviously, these Mortys are the most desirable ones and everyone who manages to graduate will definitely be assigned to a Rick. The assignment is determined by the time that Ricks need to show up for the waiting line and for the Mortys by how well they did on their graduation certificate. It's basically that the first Rick in the line will get the first Morty that gets called up and the first Morty that will be called up will be the valedictorian and the grades will go down from there. The only downside about it is that Ricks will only be able to get a Morty on graduation day. And then there's the Morty Reassignment Center. This used to be the first and only place where Ricks could get a new Morty – or receive one for the first time if they happen to be from a dimension where they never had a Morty to begin with. Even up to this day, it is the main facility where Ricks will go to get a Morty. This is also the only place where Ricks won't have to pay a fee if they happen to have a free Morty voucher that the Council sometimes hands out as a reward." C-137 emitted an indignant sniff at the mentioning of the voucher. K-4872 continued, undeterred. "The Center does have a storage place for Mortys that have been picked up after their Ricks died, but they also relocate Ricks to rickless dimensions where they integrate themselves into the Smith family as the new Rick of that dimension. However, most Ricks dislike the Reassignment Center because of all the paperwork and long waiting times. They can also not choose which Morty they are assigned to as you could at Mortyphanage or to a certain degree at Morty Academy. Some Ricks can also get a ban if they lose too many Mortys within a short amount of time. So that's that." Both C-dimension Mortys looked with big eyes at the other brunet as they let all of the new information soak in. They certainly hadn't been to the Citadel often enough that they knew anything about its inner workings. Knowing about all that made them also realize that Ricks were really serious in needing a Morty at their side if they put so much work behind assigning them. In fact, Ricks seemed to need Mortys more than Mortys actually needed Ricks…

AN: This first chapter is more of an intro. The real story begins from next chapter onwards and you will see the structure of how this is all going to be told. Also decided to add these little bonus things at the end, because I've done that for another (later) chapter and thought "why not do it for every chapter of this story?" Sometimes they will be informative (like the one in this chapter) and add to the world building and other times they will be just funny. I hope you'll like this story so far and will enjoy what's later to come :)

Part 11 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 2

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

oneshot

Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 12 of Entricked Fates: The Mortys and their Stories

Chapter 1

A new translated chapter is out now. Also, I already shared this on my Twitter, but I’ll add this here, too: I would also like to announce that this will be probably the last thing that I’ll post in a while since I find myself unable to produce any fanfics or fanart lately (not that I was ever really good at either). Technically, I do have two finished stories, but the artists haven’t completed the cover art that I need for them yet and I don’t know when it will be finished and I really don’t want to bother them (especially since one of them offered to draw it for free), so if those get done, I’ll have more to post, but I don’t know when that will be. Additionally, I decided to lay a little low for now since I got the impression that I started to annoy some people. If you feel like you are one of them, please know that it was never my intention to offend or bother anyone and that I’ll try sticking to myself from now on to avoid that. Anyways, I’ve become quiet tired lately and have a lot to deal with IRL right now, so I’ll stand off from social media for now anyways. It’s not like you’ll notice a difference really…

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 3: Super Morty Fan Morty

AN: As always, it's advised to read chapter 4 of "The Lines between Ricks and Mortys" first. Warnings: surprisingly none for this chapter despite the Morty that it is about (other than that it is kind of lame as far as background stories go)

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 3: Super Morty Fan Morty The first time that Morty met his grandfather, he had been confused by the man. Rick had been so delighted – excited – to finally meet him. Why that was, was something that Morty hadn't understood for a long while. At first, the boy had been a bit weirded out by the scientist since his grandfather treated him as if he was some kind of celebrity. He wore a ski hat that had the form of Morty's head, some badges on his lab coat that looked like his head or had a big red 'M' in front of a yellow background and a t-shirt that also had his face on it. There was also a red dazzler with a big 'M' around his neck, a yellow belt buckle also in the shape of an 'M' and he had a doll that looked like him that spoke weird sentences in a recorded voice that sounded very much like Morty's. Morty truly didn't understand why his grandfather did that or where he even got all of his merchandise. However, after a short time, he stopped caring about that. He actually enjoyed all the attention that he got from the crazy scientist, being the only one that was invited to come along on his adventures. Usually Morty had been below average and aside from the school bullies no one had ever paid him any attention – not even his own family. So, obviously, he was overjoyed to have finally found someone that he considered as a friend, albeit a crazy one that was a hell 'a lot older than he was, but he wasn't one to nitpick about something like that. Things however began to change drastically when his Rick brought him to the Citadel of Ricks for the first time. It was finally at that point that Morty understood where his grandfather had gotten the merchandise but not only that. He was met with the realization that his grandfather wasn't the only Rick there was, but that there were plenty different versions of him throughout the entire multiverse and so many of them were gathered here in this one place. However, this was only something that he took notice of one the side because even more he realized that there were also many different versions of himself. Normally, one would expect that the boy might have felt offended about this, seeing himself so often that he would feel like he was insignificant and nothing special, but that was not the case. In fact, he was in awe as he saw all the many other versions of himself. While most of the Mortys looked exactly the same as him, there were also ones who looked completely different. Like the Aqua Morty who looked like a fish and had to wear a helmet with water inside it so that he could actually breathe on land. Or the Cyclops Morty who had orange skin, pointed ears and only a singular eye – he actually looked a bit intimidating and dangerous. The Robot Morty looked also very interesting. And there was even a Morty whose head was in the shape of a hammer. "Woah! There are so many of them and all they're all different!" Morty said to his grandfather with starry eyes. His Rick could only grin and agree. It was at this point that Morty himself became a fan of Mortys because even though they were essentially the same as him, he thought that they were really awesome and cute. He completely fell in love with them. Loving every chance that he got to interact with them. Also loving to just watch them. So, from this moment on, he also started to dress himself in a similar fashion as his grandfather: He wore a hat in the form of a Morty head, a backpack in similar shape on which he put all of his badges that he bought on the Citadel and a t-shirt with a Morty's face on it. A similar red dazzler to that of his grandfather hung also around his neck, he also wore the same 'M'-shaped belt buckle and he even thought about getting himself a fancy tattoo, but so far only drew 'MORTY' and a heart on his stomach and abdomen. Morty and his Rick seemed to have gotten even closer than before, having now something to talk about excitedly the entire time like all the different looks or lifestyles that Mortys from other dimensions could have. Of course, those new changes didn't go unnoticed by the rest of his family for long. Especially as Jerry found one questionable fanart that the boy had drawn – he had started to actively draw and write fanfictions, too – his parents knew that they had to do something. "I don't know what we should do with him, Beth! Probably admit him to a mental hospital or something because what he does is anything but healthy!" Morty could overhear his father yelling. It wasn't rare that his parents argued with each other, but it was one of the rare times that he was the topic of their argument and they somewhat agreed that things were not okay with him. "A mental hospital, Jerry?! Really?!" his mother argued back. "I don't think that it's that serious that we need to look for medical help. Maybe we can just try to talk with him." "Not that serious?! Have you even looked at the picture that he had drawn?!" was the counter argument. "The boy is narcissistic! A little friendly talk won't just fix that magically! This probably would have never happened if he wouldn't hang out so much with your crazy father!!" "Keep my dad out of this!" "No, if anyone is at fault that our son has developed such a weird tendencies than it's Rick's!" His father thundered and didn't let his mother get another word in. "We should have never allowed him to stay with us! It's only because of your fucked up father complex!! You're probably not even going to care when the old weirdo ends up sexually molesting or even raping our son, do you?!" Morty had heard enough. He was just fed up with everything. He was fed up with his parents trying to stage an intervention – even wanting to go so far as to lock him up in a loony bin. And on top of that they wanted to place the entire blame on his grandfather and would try to kick him out of the house now. His brilliant Rick who had opened his eyes to a whole new world – a whole new level of existence even! No, he wouldn't stand for this anymore. Morty felt actually a little bad for what he was about to do, but he didn't have any other options. He had packed his Morty backpack to the brim with snacks, his block and pencils for drawing his fanart and some of the Morty merchandise that he was able to fit inside. It was in the middle of the night that he secretly snug in the garage. His grandfather had fallen asleep in front of the TV so he knew that it was save to go in there without getting interrupted or stopped by anyone. The boy grabbed his grandfather's portal gun, which rested innocently on top of the workbench. He put in one of the view coordinates that he had memorized – the ones that would bring him to the Citadel of Ricks. Maybe it wasn't the wisest choice and Morty knew that his grandfather would know where he went from the coordinates, but then again since it was the Citadel, maybe he wouldn't find him so easily. Opening a portal against the wall of the garage, Morty put the gun back where he picked it up. Slowly he moved closer to the rip in space and time that presented itself visibly as a swirling green vortex. Morty took one last look back towards the door. He really felt bad for what he was about to do. Not because of leaving his parents and sister behind, but because he was leaving his Rick despite knowing how much the man loved him. It had to be done though. In Morty's mind this was the only option to protect them both. So, he faced the portal again, took a deep breath and then walked through it. The portal closed, leaving no trace behind that it was ever there to begin with. It would take a long while before anyone in the house would rose from their slumber. It would take an even longer while before anyone would notice that Morty was gone. And it would take even longer before Rick would notice that his portal gun had been used. But who knew how long it would take before he would find his boy again… if he ever would.

Part 12 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

oneshot

Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

oneshot

Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 1: Morticia

AN: Side stories to "The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys". Please read the second chapter of "The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys" first before reading this to avoid spoilers! Anyways, this little fanfic will tell the background stories of the Mortys that Rick C-137 catches in "The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys" and will be updated alongside it. That way, it won't take up any space in the main story and unnecessarily bore any readers that don't care so much about their backgrounds. Warnings: abuse (emotionally and physically), angst/hurt/comfort

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 1: Morticia

When her grandfather had moved in with them, Morticia didn't know what to think of him.

Her mother was so happy to have her father back in her life again after he had left her when she was still just a child. So, Morticia guessed that if her mother was happy that she should be happy, too.

Yet, she still found it weird that he just suddenly appeared out of nowhere after so many years of absence and not even contacting her once in all the time.

However odd that was though, Morticia also couldn't help but find her grandfather interesting.

He's was quite eccentric, but not only that. He was a scientist and not the normal kind, but like a mad genius kind of one.

Not soon after he had moved in with them, he had claimed the garage as his workshop and soon there were shelves filled with the weirdest inventions.

Morticia would lie if she said that all the stuff that he worked on didn't pique her interest.

So, curious as she was, she wanted to get to know her grandfather a bit more.

She just wished that he would just let her.

Morticia didn't know why, but Rick seemed to dislike her.

Whenever she would enter the garage, he would try to kick her out again and the few times when he didn't, he just acted as if she wasn't there. When she would ask about any of his inventions, he would ignore her and he also refused to ever take her with him on one of his adventures to alien planets.

For a while, Morticia wondered if it was because she was a girl, but seeing as her grandfather treated her big sister, Summer, completely different and even allowed her to travel with him on a few occasions, it couldn't be her gender.

She really wondered why Rick disliked her this much since she could not recall ever having done something that could have offended him.

In fact, he had acted coldly towards her from the moment that he had laid his eyes on her.

She wondered so much about it that she even asked her mother why Rick was like that, but Beth only answered "Your grandpa is a good man, so, it must be something that you are doing."

Morticia honestly had no idea what it was that she was doing wrong. After thinking long and hard about it and still not reaching a conclusion, she decided in the end to just ask Rick what the problem was.

With fluttering nerves, she dared to go into the garage where her grandfather was sitting like usual on his workbench and working on some contraption.

Morticia briefly cleared her throat to make her presence known, but Rick kept working as if he didn't know that she was there.

Trying to ignore the sting from being ignored and focusing on the task at hand, she began to speak up.

"Rick? Why do you not like me? What's the problem? Is it—am I doing something wrong?"

Her grandfather suddenly stopped on what he was working and actually turned around to look at his granddaughter.

"You wanna know what's wrong?! Y-you wanna know what the problem is?! You are the problem, Morticia! You not being a Morty is the problem!" he yelled harshly at her. "It's really no surprise that the Rick of this dimension killed himself. I'm really tempted, too. Those damn burickrats at the Citadel completely screwed me over with this one."

"W-what? I don't understand…" Morticia replied faintly.

The girl was confused. What did her grandpa mean that she was not a Morty? And the Rick of this dimension killed himself? She didn't get it.

Rick took a sigh before he went to explain "There are infinite dimensions with infinite possibilities, which means that in a lot of dimensions a Rick exists. And most of these Ricks have a Morty. I used to have one, too before he got killed. That wasn't my fault though. If he had listened to me that wouldn't have happened." Rick was gesturing wildly with his hands, getting very defensive all of a sudden.

"Anyways-" he continued. "-I left and went to the Council of Ricks and applied to get myself a new Morty and they relocated me here. But look what I got. Instead of a Morty I got you!"

With an accusing finger, he pointed at Morticia as if it were her fault somehow.

The girl felt at a complete loss, trying really hard to understand what her grandfather was telling her.

"I-I mean, it's not like we Ricks like having Mortys hanging around us. We just need a Morty so that their idiot-brainwaves are camouflaging our genius waves! And while your brainwaves might work like that, too, there's no way that I'm going to take YOU with me on my adventures! I'd rather risk my life and go without camouflage."

'B-but why?' Morticia wanted to ask.

She felt like none of what Rick had said was an explanation as to why he didn't want her around.

He only said just because she wasn't a "Morty". So does that mean that the problem was because she was born as a girl instead of a boy?

Was that it?

Before she could even demand a proper answer from him, Rick turned back to his project at the workbench and dismissed her with "And now get out of my garage!"

It was obvious that he would just ignore her now no matter what she did or asked, so Morticia gave up and left the garage.

Mortys. Morticia couldn't help but wonder about it. In most other dimensions, her alternate selves were boys that were called Morty, huh? Out of curiosity, she went to her mother and asked her if she had been a boy, what her parents would have named her. "It's funny that you ask because we were actually expecting a boy and had the name Mortimer already. It was quite a surprise that you turned out to be a girl though, so we named you Morticia instead. Not that your dad or I minded it. I like having two girls." Beth answered with a smile. So, Mortimer Smith. That is the one that she should have been but did not became. And that was the reason why her grandfather hated her. Just having the answer though wasn't satisfying enough for her. There must be something that she could do to fix that, right? Then again, it wasn't like she could just become a Morty. Or could she? Morticia felt like she had a sudden revelation. If she could pull off her plan, this whole mess would be fixed and her grandfather could finally like her and take her with him on adventures. Naturally, there was no way that she could turn herself into a boy – not without surgery anyways and she would never find a doctor who would operate on the gender of a 14 year-old girl, never mind the costs of that surgery – but she could at least try to come as close to it as possible.

Morticia set her plan in motion, starting right on the next Saturday early in the morning. She skipped breakfast in favor of leaving the house to go to a hair salon. The stylist looked at her in slight disbelieve as she told her what kind of cut she wanted, but did it nonetheless. She didn't even bat an eyelash as locks upon locks of long brown hair fell all around her to the floor. After everything was done, she looked into the mirror, looked at the stranger that stared back at her. She cast a look at the photo that she had used as reference – a picture that she had found in Rick's room of what she assumed had been his original Morty – and back in the mirror, checking that it indeed looked like it was supposed to. She was satisfied. After that, she walked into a drug store and bought a few bandages. There weren't many at home and Rick was practically hogging them with how often he actually got injured on his adventure – even if he did try to hide it from the rest of the family. Afterwards she returned home and dashed quickly in her room before anyone could see her. Once in her room, she stripped of her shirt and bra and pulled the bandages from the small shopping bag. With a little struggle, she carefully started to wrap the bandages around her chest in an effort to bind it off. It was uncomfortable and probably a tad bit too tightly wrapped, but after she was done and put her t-shirt back on, looking in the mirror, she was satisfied with her appearance. Now she looked exactly like a Morty. Maybe Rick would be able to accept her better like this. Filled with hope and a tight lump of nervousness in her stomach, she slowly made her way to the garage. She knocked briefly and took the grunt that answered her as an invitation to enter the garage. "What?" Rick asked rudely without looking up. He was hunched over his workbench and tinkering on one of his devices again. Morticia was a bit disappointed that he wasn't looking at her. "Hey, Rick. I just wanted to ask if you need h-help or something…" she nervously trailed off. The longer that she stood in the garage being ignored by her grandfather, the more she felt her initial courage waning. "I don't need any help from a girl." Her grandfather only waved her off, still not looking up from the machinery that he was tinkering with. Tensely Morticia continued to stand in the garage, looking at her grandfather's back, not willing to just back out even if she was clearly not welcome here. As Rick started to curse and fumble wildly for a wrench on his workbench, it fell with a loud clanking-sound to the ground. In a flash, Morticia ran over and picked it up, handing the tool back to Rick. "Thanks…" He grumbled almost inaudibly. That was the moment when he finally looked at her and his eyes widened. Morticia hoped that it was a good sign, but his following words disproved it. "What the fuck?! What the hell did you do?!" "I uh… I just…" she wasn't sure what to answer, not having thought about what to tell him in advance when he would question her. "I just wanted to try out a new look… I guess?" Rick's eyes instantly narrowed and the look of shock on his face was replaced by one of pure rage. Before the girl knew what happened to hear, a loud slap resounded in the garage and she found herself sitting on the concrete floor with a stinging cheek. Morticia looked up at her grandfather with big, wet eyes and one of her hands was slowly reaching up to place itself on the quickly reddening and swelling cheek. Rick's hand was still lifted in the air as he looked darkly down at her. "Dammit, Morticia! Stop trying to be something that you are not!" he yelled. Tears finally spilled as the girl looked in disbelieve at her grandfather. "B-but I-" she tried to argue back but was cut off. "No! You just never listen to me, do you?!" Rick slapped her hard again, causing her to land flat and face down on the floor. He yanked her head up again by gripping tightly into her short curls and moved her so that her ear was directly against his mouth. "You will never be my Morty! You're never going to be what I want!!" spittle was flying from his mouth and splattering her face. Then he threw her back on the ground again before he sat down in his swivel chair. "And now get out of here! You know that I don't want you in here." Still in pain and with a swollen face, she slinked out of the garage. As soon as the door was closed behind her and she leaned against it, tears trailing down her red cheeks, she could hear her grandfather cursing loudly. "Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!" There was a loud crash as if he had swiped everything from his workbench on the ground in anger. "Why does she have to do this to me?!" Morticia didn't understand. What had she done? Just what was it that she was doing wrong…?

And then Rick was just gone. He had been up and left in his trashy space ship, going on one of his crazy adventures without saying a word. No one worried about it. After all, it wasn't all that unusual that he was sometimes gone for several weeks without a sign of him that he was still alive and kicking. However, Morticia had a feeling. A feeling that something bad had happened to her grandfather. She was sure that he wasn't going to return, but she couldn't voice her thoughts aloud. It would break her mother's heart if she did, the woman becoming quickly a nervous wreck with each passing day while trying to convince herself that her father hadn't abandoned her again and would surely come back. Days continued to pass. Then weeks. Eventually they turned into months and still no sign of Rick. Beth had a breakdown by now thinking for sure that he left her for good. Morticia wanted to comfort her, telling her that it surely wasn't her mother's fault that he didn't come back, but she just couldn't find the right words. A little part inside her was blaming herself – thinking that she was the reason why he didn't return. One day however, when Morticia was lingering around in the garage as she used to do every so often after school, a green, swirling portal suddenly opened up. Her hair had already grown a considerable amount back by now and she wore her red hairband again. Rick stepped through the portal and Morticia looked with big eyes at him. Something was off… "Oh. H-hey there, Morti." Rick greeted her with a twitching smile as he spotted the girl, trying to hide a look of surprise. She immediately knew what was off. "You-you're not my Rick." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Rick smiled apologetically at her…

It seemed that aside from Morticia no one noticed that this Rick wasn't the Rick that belonged to this dimension – not that the one that had been here before had really belonged here either. Summer seemed to have noticed that he was different and probably figured it out but didn't say anything. Beth was overjoyed to have her father back, her mental state stabilizing enough that she didn't need to drown her worry and self-hatred in red wine anymore – she just drank as much as was considered normal for an alcoholic like her. Everything seemed to be back to normal even though the Rick that was now here was a replacement. However, even if he was a different Rick, it didn't mean that it made things worse. "Hey, Morti. Wanna go on an adventure together? You know on planet Glurbah in the Algamflorx Galaxy are plants that only grow every 500 years and they're in bloom right now. Do you have any idea how much money we gonna make when we harvest and sell these babies? It's gonna be great!" "Huh?" she looked at her grandfather in surprise. "Are-are you really sure that you want to take me with you?" Rick looked at her surprised. "Of course! It wouldn't be a classical Rick and Morty adventure without you." "But I'm not a Morty. I'm only a Morticia…" she mumbled and walked off, leaving her grandfather standing in the garage, stunned.

It was just another normal morning in the Smith household. Beth was serving breakfast as the family members, one after the other, trickled into the room to take a seat at the table. Rick was the last one to walk into the room. "Uh…Dad?" Beth carefully asked as she looked at him. "Hmm? What is it, sweetie?" he casually asked back. "Um…" she fumbled how to properly word her question. "Why do you suddenly have boobs, Dad?" The question drew the attention of the other family members immediately to Rick. "What the heck, Grandpa Rick?!" Summer shouted as she almost dropped her phone. Moriticia also stared at him with wide eyes and at a loss for words. Her facial expression was matching the one that was on her dad's face. "Hey, you have boobs, too. Why can't I have them? What's the-what's the problem with that?" Rick commented as if it was no big deal. "Well…" Beth wanted to start but then decided to just dismiss it. "…I guess you're right. Please dig in before the pancakes get cold." Everyone quickly overcame their shock at Rick's new appearance and continued their breakfast as if everything was normal. Everyone, but Morticia. She still stared at her grandfather with a gaping mouth, taking in his transformation. He still wore his off-white lab coat and a blue sweater, but underneath it were two round, bouncy spheres that pressed against the cloth noticeably enough. His boobs were huge – they were at least a double D size – and Morticia couldn't help but think that he completely overdid it. She didn't dare to say it aloud though. However, as he turned around to her and winked with a friendly smile, it finally dawned on Morticia why Rick had done such a ridiculous thing. It was because he cared about her – unless her last Rick – and wanted to show her that she didn't need to be ashamed of her gender. He would be supporting her whether she was a Morty or a Morticia. She realized all that even before Rick confirmed it for her verbally later in the garage. In that moment, she made a vow to herself. Morticia vowed that she would try everything in her might to never disappoint her grandfather.

AN: So, this was Morticia's background story. I hope that her personality and the reason why she's so antagonizing to / competing with her male counterpart in "The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys" as well as why she's pushing herself so hard for Rick, has become more understandable with this. Of course, how she ended up in the wild and what had happened to her last Rick is still a mystery…

Part 12 of Entricked Fates Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

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Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 2: Is that a Morty? / Am I interrupting something?

AN: This chapter we're finally getting into our first Morty battles. I'm not really good at writing action scenes so I apologize in advance and won't be angry if you just decide to skip those parts ^^' Warning: violence (aka Morty battles), minor character death, Rick/Rick (Lab Rick / Surgeon Rick) smut (rimming, fingering, anal)

The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys – Chapter 2: Is that a Morty? / Am I interrupting something? "Oh man, Rick. I'm still not sure about this whole "catching Mortys" stuff…" The C-137 duo was walking over the plaza, their current goal the centrum where the portal was located. Rick had just miraculously finished building an injector, some manipulator chips and some other random stuff that he thought useful from the junk that Morty had found around the place for him. Obviously, he would let Morty dig through the trash to find that stuff for him – that was the work of an assistant and not the work of a genius scientist after all. "Morty, just go and look around on the streets and inside trashcans and bring me whatever is useful enough to build something with." Rick had said. "What?! How am I supposed to know what you regards as "useful"? For all I know, you're just gonna complain that I brought you junk when I'm done." Morty wouldn't complain about such a task no matter how dirty it was, but what he wouldn't stand up for was digging for hours through trash bins for Rick when he didn't even know what he was supposed to be looking for. "Jeez, Morty! Learn to think for yourself for a bit!" His grandfather was immediately frustrated with him again. "I'm not asking you to bring me some leftover food or dirty paper dishes, but some spare parts. Wires or anything that is metallic – heck, even—even some alien bacteria would be useful." So, that's what Morty tried to look for – working better when he was given directions to follow anyways – and picked up empty cans and whatever else fit the description of what he was supposed to look for. While Morty had been trash hunting, Rick had been taking a look at Salesman Rick's manipulator chips, having a hard time convincing the man to at least just show him the goods even when he knew that he wasn't allowed to buy them yet – not that C-137 was even too fond about venturing into the guy's shop. Long story short: Rick got a glimpse of those chips and was able to build a few himself with the trash that Morty was able to find – it was really fascinating what some people threw away… "I mean, if these Mortys are lost in those dimensions shouldn't we actually help them instead?" Morty finished voicing his current moral troubles about the Ricks' newest pastime. He had been actually starting to think about this whole "Pocket Morty Game" thing – the fact that Ricks and aliens were capturing Mortys (altering their minds with manipulator chips) and then forcing them to fight against each other just for entertainment – and it didn't sit well with him. "Morty, by catching them we're helping those Mortys. I mean, think what would happen to them if we just keep letting them wandering around. They might starve or another Rick could catch them and might do unthinkable things to them. Think about that mystery Rick who kidnapped you. What do you think he might do to those Mortys if he catches them, hm?" Rick interjected. The number of Rick guards was slowly increasing the more they proceeded, which meant that they must be getting closer to the communal portal – not that you would not be able to find it with all the signs pointing in its direction along the way. "I-I guess you're right, Rick." Morty mumbled as memories of what Mysterious Rick had done to him slowly seeped into his mind. Since they were constantly on the jump, Morty hadn't found a moment yet when he could have properly reflected on the traumatizing experience. "I'm always right, Morty. So, you see, we're helping them and they'll help us getting through this stupid "game" – it's a win-win situation. And hey, I don't have to tell you that you'll be the leader of the bunch, right? So, let's do this!" They finally came to the landing where a bunch of armed guards were standing gathered and as they were close enough one of the guards gave them – or more specifically Rick C137 – a scrutinizing look-over before activating a small machine via one button press. As soon as he had done that, a green vortex opened, the swirl and humming of the portal being the only real familiar thing that they had encountered in this entire place yet. Morty looked up at the huge metal ring that had produced the portal. It reminded him of a Stargate from the movie and the series of the same name. Being a fan of all sorts of sci-fi shows Morty remembered that he had watched it when he was younger even though it had some scary scenes. Now that he thought about it, Rick's portals were a lot like that "gate to the stars", too. They just didn't have those fancy effects. Still, He couldn't help but be a little disappointed that the metal ring that was around the portal didn't rotate when the guard had activated it. Without waiting for an invitation or further instructions, the duo entered the rip in space that would lead them to a random dimension and as soon as they passed through, the portal closed again.

Since Morty C-137 had called the other Mortys in the meantime and informed them about some possible suspects that they should probably investigate a bit more, the boys had all agreed to share the work and Morty C-133 was the one that volunteered to check out the doctor Ricks from the Healing Center and Morty Labs. Obviously, his Rick wasn't too happy about their involvement with this whole Morty kidnapping thing – it was none of their business and they were busy with other stuff. "You do realize that we're actually here to look for that weirdo Morty and don't have time for this crap." Rick C-133 did point out to his Morty. However, his grandson kept insisting, "C'mon, Rick. The others are helping out, too, and will inform us if they see or hear anything about the Morty we're looking for. And maybe we also find something out about him when we're asking around. At least it can't hurt to do it, right?" "Yeah, fine. I guess you got a point…" the scientist finally gave in with a sigh. Actually, it wasn't such a stupid idea to poke around at the clinics, seeing as the little shit had been wounded the last time that he had seen him. So it wasn't completely unlikely that he would visit a doctor who would take care of that for him. Therefore, the C-133 duo was approaching the Morty Healing Center first and Rick couldn't help but asses Surgeon Rick's crazy look and questionable outfit from afar already. Thankfully, he couldn't see past the counter or he would have seen how short the white latex skirt actually was as well as the straps of the garter belt that suspended the white latex stockings or the teal colored, heeled sandals that made his long legs look even longer still – in short Surgeon Rick's outfit looked like a cyber version of a latex nurse outfit and was definitely more fetish wear than actual work clothes. "So, you must be Surgeon Rick." Rick C-133 greeted. "Why, hello there. Yes, I am. How can I help you?" Surgeon Rick greeted cheerfully. C-133 peered behind the doctor and at the interior of the small clinic and spoke up again. "You've got no Mortys here? I would have expected a cute little Nurse Morty at least." Surgeon Rick's face fell a little "Yeah, they don't let me have any Mortys here. Actually it's been prohibited to assign Mortys to me anymore." "Why's that?" "That's none of your business, Mr. Customer Rick." Surgeon Rick's smile looked a bit strained and his voice sounded menacing despite the fake-friendly tone. "So, anyways…" the medic continued. "You gonna heal your Morty now or what? Actually he looks quite healthy to me." Surgeon Rick looked with slight disappointment at the Morty at Rick's side. Morty felt a shiver run down his spine and resisted the urge to hind behind his Rick's back. Screw it! He jumped behind his Rick and dug his hands in his lab coat. He had enough of creepy Ricks after what he had been through. Until now, he didn't even get a break to come to terms with what had happened to him and until his Rick found the culprit behind his kidnapping, he probably wouldn't get around to digest it properly – if he ever will. "No, we're fine right now. Just doing a bit sightseeing, checking out the locations. You know, stuff like that." Rick C-133 explained with a fake smile. "Okay. Well, when your Morty gets hurt just bring him to me. I'm going to fix him back up for free. Courtesy of the Council of Ricks of course." Surgeon Rick offered, sounding sincerely nice now. "Will do." Rick C-133 mumbled. Trying to bring it up as casually as he could, he finally cut the small talk and asked what he really wanted to know about, "By the way, did a suspicious Morty come by here?" "Suspicious? How so?" Surgeon Rick asked confused. "Well, I mean a Morty that's just different from other Mortys." "Hah! All Mortys are different from one another. There are not two Mortys who are the same." Surgeon Rick replied with conviction. "Well, he should have had a broken left arm. You had any like that in today?" he tried to specify. "Sure. I've got at least twenty today alone." The doctor replied with a smile as if they were just casually talking about the weather and not injured Mortys. Yeah, that didn't help him at all. It was obviously just a waste of time trying to get some useful information out of the crazy medic. With a sigh and a mumbled "Yeah, whatever…" Rick C-133 turned around and left for good this time. "Bye and have a nice day~" Surgeon Rick sang in his shrill voice, his creepy grin back in place and waving a latex-gloved hand. Both Rick and Morty had to agree that this guy was uncomfortably freaky. "That guy is not quite right. And I'm not just talking about his weird personality or clothing." Rick said to his Morty "I wonder why he's prohibited from getting a Morty assigned to him?" His Morty nodded at that "Yeah. That certainly sounds very suspicious…" "Well, since the Morty Labs are pretty close by, how about we check out the other nutty doctor over there. Can't be much worse than this one…" Morty didn't really feel like encountering another Freak Rick, but he followed his Rick anyways. He had promised the other's to check them out and so far the suspicions didn't seem to be entirely for nothing…

They wandered around in this oddly looking dimension, which had mint-green grass and trees with pink leaves. Morty C-137 looked in awe at their surroundings, which looked so different from earth and not only because of the odd color palette. The smells of peppermint and cotton candy wafted through the air coming without a doubt from the nature that was surrounding them. Rick, however, was completely focused on his Mortytector, not looking up for a single second. He went in a straightforward path to a row of trees and only then did he bother to look up from his device. Motioning for Morty to be quiet, he slowly nudged himself between the trees and peeked at what was behind it. Morty also slid up next to Rick, trying not to make any loud noises as he walked over the fallen and piled up leaves from the trees and supporting himself on the trunk so to not trip over an extended root. There, walking on a patch of grass and looking rather lost was a kid. "R-Rick? Is that a Morty?" C-137 asked in a careful whisper. "Let's see: brown hair, yellow shirt, blue jeans. Yeah, I'd say that it's obviously a Morty. I-I mean— just take a look! What else could it be, Morty?!" Rick replied also in a hushed whisper but clearly annoyed tone. "But t-that doesn't really—" Morty started, but was quickly interrupted by his grandfather. "Look, Morty. We're here to—gotta have to catch us some Mortys, okay? So, let go of your planetary mindset, stop being judgmental and let's just gonna do so-some catching now." Without waiting for a reply, Rick left the safe hiding place to approach the Wild Morty, his own Morty following a bit reluctantly. Startled by the rustling of the leaves, the Wild Morty turned around to see the advancing duo and the Morty's eyes widened before the instinct to flee kicked in. "Oh great." Rick groaned, but started to run after the fleeing Morty nonetheless. "Looks like we'll have to chase it until it's tired itself out, Morty." "'It', Rick? Really? 'IT'?!" Morty complained about the phrasing. They ran over patches of grass, weaved between some trees and even followed a small, pebbled path, before the Wild Morty was forced to stop. Panting heavily from exhaustion the poor thing had reached a dead-end as thick shrubbery blocked off any means of escape. Morty himself was panting heavily from all the running, but felt bad for the other Morty. He could clearly see the fear in the Wild Morty's eyes. "Finally. That Rick from the Day Care had said that we need to weaken Wild Mortys before we can catch them, so – attack, Morty!" "Aw, geez…" Morty complained but approached the other Morty. Still not wanting to fight against one of his own kind, he wanted to try a different approach and lifted his hands up a little to show that he meant no harm. "H-hey, there…" he started, but didn't come very far as the Wild Morty lunged at him and managed to throw him to the ground. "Ouch!" "What the heck was that, Morty? That's just embarrassing." Rick immediately criticized. And that was probably true because any attempt at peaceful conversation was pretty much pointless at the moment. The Wild Morty was acting like a cornered animal now and not holding back at attacking Morty C-137. Rick watched the entire scuffle from the sidelines and could tell that the Wild Morty was clearly stronger than his own. Just as Morty C-137 was short of passing out, laying on the ground with the other Morty sitting on top of him and about to deliver the final blow, did Rick actually step in. In a swift motion, he pressed the injector to the Wild Morty's temple and watched the red LED on the attached Manipulator Chip blinking on and off a few times before it turned green. The newly captured Morty's stare was blank as the chip was probably working on rearranging the memories and Rick hoped that it was working properly. Obviously, it should work properly because this wasn't even one of the chips that he had crafted, but actually one that he had stolen from Salesman Rick. Not that his own chips wouldn't be able to work. He just stole that one, to check out how this thing was built up because it was always easier rebuilding something that already existed instead of having to start from scratch. Which wasn't saying that Rick couldn't do that, but he really didn't have the time for all that crap. "Morty?" he carefully addressed the newest addition to the team to make sure the chip really did work. "Yeah? What is it, Grandpa Rick?" the freshly caught Morty asked back. "Wow. You really listen to the name 'Morty'?" Morty C-137 now asked, having recovered a little bit from the brutal, one-sided battle and got to his feet again. "Why wouldn't I? You listen to the name 'Morty', too, aren't you?" "Well, yeah, but that's not really your name, is it?" C-137 asked, but gulped at the antagonizing look he received in return. "Well, it's not really your name either, right? You're name is actually 'Mortimer', yet you listen to the nickname 'Morty'." "Yeah, w-well… that's true. What is your actual name though?" "My name is Morticia. However, I'm fine with being called Morti even though no one in my family has started to call me that before Grandpa Rick came to live with us." Morticia confessed. At the mention, she looked back to Rick, but suddenly her eyes went wide. "Um, Rick?" she asked. Rick did feel uncomfortable at that look. Did the chip not work properly, after all? "Yeah?" he urged here on. "Wh-where are your boobs?" Rick and Morty's facial features derailed at that. "WH-WHAT?! Obviously, I don't have boobs! I'm a guy, not a chick!" Rick yelled almost indignantly, the hint of a blush on his face. Was Morticia's original Rick a female Rick or something? "Y-yeah, I know. But remember that you actually made it so that you had boobs and said that you did it so that I wouldn't feel so bad about being a female Morty anymore? And you were so proud of them, too. I mean those were some huge knockers." Both Rick and Morty looked at her as if asking if she was serious about this. It made her a little nervous and definitely uncomfortable. "B-but I guess it's better for your back if you don't have them anymore. I mean, i-it's not like I'm complaining." she decided to quickly drop the subject.

The walk to Morty Labs was short since it was just in the neighborhood. Of course, these facilities were all located close to each other to save the trainers the mileage and also to keep up the sales. All they had to do was walk down some steps and then turn around the corner and the building of nutty medic Rick number two was already in sight. As they waltzed up to the counter, Lab Rick seemed to be just finished with his last job. He handed a Morty over to his alien trainer. The poor boy looked somewhat dazed and completely disoriented. Morty C-133's heart immediately went out to him, but the Morty's owner already dragged him away – probably off to more Morty battles. Tearing his eyes away from his unfortunate alternative counterpart, Morty looked back up and looked around the so called Morty-Lab – and instantly regretted it. He cringed at the sight of a brain in a glass jar, eyeballs still attached to it and staring blankly into nothingness. In another jar was something, which looked like a Morty-embryo or something and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to know what it was here for. Aside from that – and some other jars that contained eyeballs and who knows what else – an assortment of questionable medications like "Mortynol" for example littered the workspace and a bunch of capsules that he had seen in the Blips and Chitz machines as well as some Petri dishes and even some of those manipulator chips. A calendar that hung on the wall however caught his interest. Not exactly the fact that the calendar stated that it was the 11th of Ricktober today – though it was interesting to know that the Citadel had its very own calendar system – and also not the notes that Lab Rick had scribbled on certain dates, but for the fact that a picture of Surgeon Rick was decorating it. After his uncomfortable examination of the business, he turned his attention to a grinning Lab Rick. The medic completely ignored him though and was focused on Rick C-133. "Hey, there. How can I help you? Your Morty needing a memory wipe?" Rick C-133 looked like he was actually considering taking him up on the offer and maybe he was really contemplating it. Wouldn't that be the easiest way to help his Morty? To just erase that traumatic experience that he had to suffer from? Even if it meant that, he had to lie to his boy? "Nah, just doing a little sightseeing. I was actually wondering what your shop is about. So, you wipe Mortys' memories? Is that it?" "That's part of it, yes." Lab Rick answered, not sounding offended by the other's very insulting-sounding statement. "I can wipe Mortys' minds or trigger forgotten or even erased memories. So, if there's something you want your Morty to forget or to remember, you're in the right spot here." "Wow. Do you have a lot of customer's because this doesn't really sound too exciting?" Rick C-133 was not impressed. "More than you think, actually. Aside from Morty trainers, I've got my hands full with the Mortys from Plumbubo Prime 51b. Those Plumbus Slaves need some regular mind wipes." Morty looked alarmed and wanted to ask about that. Plumbus Slaves? Regular mind wipes? What was going on, on or in Plumbubo Prime – he honestly had no idea what Plumbubo Prime was even supposed to be. Was that a planet? A different dimension? His own Rick snorted and wore a look of disgust on his face. Looks like he knew what this was about. "Yeah, well whatever. Did a Morty without a trainer come by here today? He should have had a brok—a wounded arm." Lab Rick looked at him with something like disbelieve. "No. Why? Did one run away from you? For malfunctioning manipulator chips, you should go and see Surgeon Rick to fix that. Or you could go to Salesman Rick for a refund. But if that Morty is really wounded the Healing Center would be your best bet." "Do you know him personally?" Morty suddenly spoke up from behind the safety of his Rick's back. "I-I mean Surgeon Rick?" Rick L-54 looked down at him for the first time, making a face of surprise as if he hadn't noticed him being there until now. "Yeah, I do know him. We've both been working at the Citadel's Medical Research Facility before we took on these jobs." He admitted. "So you know each other pretty good?" Morty carefully treaded forward. The medic huffed a little laugh. "Yeah, you could say that we know each other very well." "T-then… do you also know why he's prohibited from Morty re-reassignments?" Lab Rick's smiling face dropped instantly and the playful mood turned to ice in a matter of seconds. He leaned forward, coming closer to Morty's face who froze up in fear, hands digging deep into his Rick's lab coat, completely forgetting that there was a perforated glass window still separating them. The boy had a deer-caught-in-headlights-look on his face. "That's some very personal information, you know. And it's not really my place to tell." The medic's tone sounded dangerous, almost threatening. Even to someone with the disability of not being able to read between lines, it would have been obvious that he just said "That's none of your fucking business!" without actually saying it. Morty fought the urge to 'eep' in fright and just hid more behind his Rick's back, almost regretting to be so forward and asking as he did. However, this also made the medic fishier and Morty couldn't help, but suspect that the two doctor Ricks are somehow working together. At least they were both sharing this secret and that was suspicious enough as is. Lab Rick cleared his throat as he stood to his full height again and looked back at Rick C-133. "There something else you want to know or can I go back to my work now?" He pulled on his leather gloves as if to make a point. C-133 matched his attitude with a sigh and a slightly agitated look on his face, seeming equally irritated. "We're fine, thanks." With that he turned around, one hand on his Morty's back to urge him to move. He was getting really frustrated that Lab Rick also didn't seem to know anything about that mysterious Morty. C-133 had as many traces as before – namely none. "Hey, if you ever need to wipe your Mortys memories, you're welcome any time." Rick L-54 shouted after the retreating duo. It made Morty feel somehow uncomfortable. The very thought that there was Rick technology that could do that sort of thing… Ricks being able to control what Mortys got to remember and what not. A shudder ran through him, as his imagination went wild. Rick didn't turn back or comment on it. He only patted Morty's back slightly where his hand still rested that had pushed the boy in the direction that they're headed…

It was only a few trainer battles in that Rick quickly realized what a good addition Morticia was to their team. She easily proved that she was so much a better fighter than Morty in those few battles that the scientist really thought about renouncing what he had said to his grandson previously and make Morticia the leader of the bunch. Who knew that the slight difference in gender could make such a huge difference? It probably didn't really have to do with gender, but that's what Rick would be sticking to for now. Beating just another weak trainer and his pathetic Mortys to the ground, they found themselves slowly approaching the battle ground of this dimension's Rick. Morty was currently ignoring how the scales were tipping and that his grandfather was down talking him more and praising the female version of himself above everything else, clearly favoring one of the two. It wasn't like he didn't notice it, he was just too busy pondering over the call that he had received a short while ago. Morty C-133 had called and teleconferencing all of them as he shared his gatherings from investigating the Medic Ricks. "Unfortunately I couldn't find out any specifics, but both Ricks from the Healing Center and from Morty Labs are definitely freaks and very suspicious. Surgeon Rick is definitely the crazier one between the two and they both share some secret that they won't reveal to anyone. It's about the reason why the surgeon isn't allowed to have any Mortys assigned to him anymore. Whatever this is about, the two clearly seem to be working together somehow. I'm sorry that I couldn't find out more yet, but I'll definitely try to keep it up…" The other Mortys found that as suspicious as C-133 did and they all promised to keep some track on both of the medics and that they would try to look into it more if they found the chance and time… Morty wondered if they really already found the culprit – well, at least someone who was behind the brothel ring. Of course, there was still the search for Mysterious Rick and also that dangerous Morty… C-137 got drawn out of his thoughts as they walked up a small flight of stairs and into the arena, ready to face their first Rick (Boss) battle. Morty was actually shocked as he looked their opponents over. Ignoring the odd-looking Mortys, he actually observed the Rick more closely. Actually, he would have thought that all Ricks would be cocky bastards that would seem a lot more intimidating, but this one looked rather… pitiful. This Rick looked far older than any other versions of his grandfather, the wrinkles like deep valleys in the ashen skin and bags hung heavy under his eyes. But that wasn't what was so shocking to Morty C-137, also not the skull that the other scientist was clutching tightly in his hands. No, it was the open display of emotions that laid bare on this Rick's face. He actually looked like he would start to cry any moment and his gaze was fixed on his two Mortys, making it looked like he wanted to do nothing more than to apologize to his grandsons over and over again. Their first Rick opponent was Guilty Rick. Rick C-137 stepped forward and said "Okay, let's make this qu*oouurgh*ick." Guilty Rick finally looked up to his opponent, clutching the skull in his hand that was that of a Morty, the slightest bit tighter. "Actually, I'd rather not fight. I've seen so many horrible things already, I do not want to see more Mortys getting hurt…" C-137 smiled smugly. "Pfft. Fine with me. Then just hand over the badge and give me a portal and we're outta here without anyone getting hurt." Guilty Rick sighed loudly. "I'm afraid, I cannot do that. The rules prevent me from it." C-137 facial features flipped back to a frown "Well, then we gotta battle. Morty get in there." Hesitantly Morty stepped forward. Guilty Rick only sighed again before he sent his own Morty into the ring. Morty C-137 looked his opponent over. It was a very odd-looking Morty. The tiny creature looked like a Morty in an almost embryonically state as his hands were in its most rudimentary form and its feet were absent as if they hadn't developed yet. The pink jelly-like substance that was surrounding it only added to the helpless-look that it emitted. "Be careful, Test X1." Guilty Rick said to his little partner, looking worried for his little companions health and safety. "Rick. I-I can't do it, Rick. I can't fight against it—him." Morty said as he looked at the other's big eyes. "Argh, Morty!" his Rick groaned in frustration and slapped his hand on his face. "Aren't you the most useless turd ever? Whatever, just get back here. Morticia, you go in and crush him." As Guilty Rick saw the look of determination and lack of mercy on the female Morty's face, he panicked a little and decided to also switch out his Morty. "Test X64, you go in." Even if it was a wise decision of Guilty Rick to swap out, correctly sensing that Morticia was a tougher enemy even his stronger Morty didn't stood a chance. The Test X64 certainly put up a fight, attacking Morticia with body slams and weird pitiful screeches and howling noises, but Morticia was still stronger than that. She fought back with fist and even teeth as she bit her enemy, throwing him to the ground and jumping on him to pummel him with her fists before he would throw her off again. Rick C-137 cheered her on between shouting out commands to her while Guilty Rick also spoke commands but watched mostly worried. With one last powerful punch Morticia came out as the victor, towering over he fallen and dazed opponent while she was still panting heavily. "Oh no, Test X64." Guilty Rick mourned and grieved over the loss of the fight. The Rick carefully check for his wounds, accessing the damage as he apologized and stroked the Jell-O outer case. The dazed Morty gave a few pitiful screeches that made his Rick's heart break. Morty Test X1 came forward now, moving back into the ring. "Oh, nonono, Morty. You don't have to do it. We can forfeit this battle." Guilty Rick said, now even more reluctant than before to let his littler Morty fight. The Morty gave a few noises as if to tell his Rick that it was all right and he wanted to do it. The moment was so touching that it brought tears to Guilty Ricks eyes. Rick C-137 rolled his eyes at the overly dramatic display of emotions and affection. "Morticia, come back here. You did good, girl." Rick said as he saw that the fight had taken a bit out of her and she was wounded and panting still. He didn't doubt that she would be able to finish the other opponent off, too, but he wanted to give his grandson another chance. "C'mon, Morty. I'm generous enough to give you a second chance at this. Rip him apart." Morty stepped hesitantly forward and looked at his determined opponent who really seemed to have an entirely different opinion on this battle than he did. Despite its confidence, the creature still looked innocent albeit weird and Morty still couldn't find it in him to cause any harm to it. "Jeez, Rick. I-I still don't think that I can do it…" Morty said as he looked with curled brows over to his opponent. "C'mon, Morty! What the fuck?! What is wrong with you?!" Rick was getting peeved – 'Such an ungrateful, little bastard!' – and got more and more aggravated by the second. "Y-you know, if you keep that up I'll just leave you at the Day Care, Morty." "Yeah, seriously. What's wrong with you?" Morticia now also started to chime in. "Just do it!" "Yeah, Morty! Just do it, you little pussy. Aren't you embarrassed that a girl version of you can do this so much better?" Rick continued to lay verbally into him and Morticia also continued going at it, their voices starting to overlap as if they were trying to outdo each other at beating him down with words. The verbal abuse, coupled with the built up stress from everything that had happened in the previous battles – and most likely from the events that had even lead them here – was starting to get too much. Morty may had been preoccupied with his thoughts on the events of the other Mortys investigations, but it didn't mean that all the insults that he received from his Rick since Morticia had joined them were just forgotten. The boy was at his limit – having finally reached the breaking point – and suddenly he started to see red. Flipping out, Morty suddenly screamed and ran at his enemy, furiously attacking the seemingly defenseless Morty-Embryo-Thingy that didn't stand a chance against him. He kept pounding, laying into his enemy for several minutes even after it had stopped moving already. After something that felt like an eternity the red sheen lifted from his vision and he panted heavily as he looked down at his poor victim. The pink Jell-O-like membrane had been almost completely liquefied and still clung to his hands, yellow shirt, pants and face and the Morty inside that jelly-like outer case had been beaten to a pulp, laying on the ground and only giving an occasional twitch and making the faintest pained sounds. As he slowly realized what had happened while he was still regaining his senses, his Rick commented, sounding slightly proud "Whoa, Morty! Who knew that you were such a killing machine? You really need to chill, buddy." Guilty Rick had abandoned the Morty-skull that he had hang on to in favor of cradling the dazed Test X1 Morty in his arms. "I'm sorry, Morty. I'm so sorry." He whispered to the small creature. He wailed as the Morty in his arms took his last painful-looking breath. "Oh my god! I think I-I killed it, Rick! Uh, him." Morty shouted panicked. "*Urp* whatever." Rick commented with little interest. "I'm so sorry, Morty." The grieving Rick mumbled still cradling the deceased Morty in his arms. "C'mon, I don't have time for this crap. Hand over the badge and shoot us a portal back to the Citadel so that we can move on with this shitty adventure." Without looking up, the other Rick pulled first a badge from his lab coat and handed it over before retrieving his portal gun and opening a way back for the C-137 Team. Guilty Rick never let go of his little Morty and still mumbled apologies while rocking back and forth. "I'm so, so sorry, Morty. I will join you soon…" Rick C-137 ignored the poor excuse for a Rick that had crumbled before his feet and went through the portal. His two Mortys joined him albeit his Original Morty a bit more reluctantly as he looked worriedly at the defeated Rick that they left behind. "Rick, do you thing that he's going to do something to himself?" "Morty, I don't know and I don't care." Rick pulled his flask from the pocket of his lab coat and actually took the time to look back at him as he said, "You know, at best that's going to be a subplot that has no relevance to our story-line." He continued to walk as he took a sip from his flask.

Surgeon Rick sat slumped at his counter, just lost in his thoughts when he suddenly saw a familiar figure approaching the Healing Center. He immediately perked up. "Mio Amante." He said happily, as Lab Rick came up to the counter. "What do I owe the pleasure to see you here?" "Well, I'm having lunch break right now and thought that I couldn't spent my time better than with you, mia Estrella." He answered. "Oh, that's so sweet of you, but you know that I can't close the clinic. Gotta be always open in case of emergencies, you know?" Surgeon Rick replied, looking first delighted but then a little saddened again. "Well, I don't see any customer's right now." Lab Rick commented after he looked around. Indeed, there wasn't much going on today and there were surprisingly few pedestrians walking around at the moment. It was an extremely peaceful and quite day today and it actually felt pretty nice to have a breather for once. Lab Rick went around the reception counter, taking the freedom to invite himself in. He quickly took Rick S-422 in his arms from behind and whispered against his ear "C'mon, let us spend some time together." The way in which Lab Rick had said those words, made it very obvious to Surgeon Rick how exactly he wanted to spend the time with him. "Oh, c'mon. Never at work, remember?" he answered back, but didn't try to get out of the embrace. They still had their rule from the time when they both worked at the medical research facility: to not have sex at their workplace – at least Rick S-422 was still sticking to that. "I don't see you working right now." Rick L-54 commented and began to nip at the other's ear. "Hngh… Amante…" Surgeon Rick moaned softly from the ministrations. He was slowly giving in. After taking one more look around at the plaza in front of the Healing Center and seeing it practically empty, he sighed. "Okay, but make it quick." "Hmm, sure. Been awhile since we done it quick and dirty, hasn't it?" L-54 agreed. S-422 didn't comment further on that and instead dragged the other deeper into the little clinic. They went over to a little cot that was for examining the Mortys. Enticingly Surgeon Rick bent over it, thrusting his ass out and showing the other exactly what and how he wanted it. Lab Rick licked his lips hungrily at the sight, his eyes wandered over the patch of shaved and surprisingly smooth skin between the rim of his stockings and the tips of the mini skirt. His hands quickly followed on that trail and lifted the skirt up enough to reveal a bright-pink lace thong underneath. Nice! Rick L-54 grinned wolfishly at the seductive garment. As pretty as it was, it was in the way though and needed to go. So, with a quick movement, he pulled the garment down and left the other Rick's bottom completely exposed. Deciding to have a little fun and foreplay first even though they should really hurry up since they didn't know when the next customer would show up, he gave one of the ass cheeks a hard spank. Surgeon Rick groaned from the slap, but didn't seem to mind – if anything it was actually quite the opposite. The L-Rick's hands then started to knead both cheeks before he spread them wide apart. Hungrily, he bent down and started to lick from the surgeon's balls all the way up the crack. "Mmh… Amante. Hurry up!" Surgeon Rick moaned impatiently and wriggled his ass. Lab Rick smirked in reaction to that. "Don't you know that good things come to those who wait, Estrella?" "If I'd been the kind of Rick who sits around and waits, I wouldn't be a Nobel price winner." The surgeon retorted smugly. Well, that was probably true. Instead of commenting though, Lab Rick bent down again to lap at the other's opening. The wrinkly rosette fluttered, giving an invitation to the wet muscle to come inside, which the hungry tongue gladly followed. Surgeon Rick groaned loudly as his lover was eating him out. He eagerly thrusted his ass back as Lab Rick fucked him with his tongue, delving deeper and deeper with each push. "Hngh… J-just hurry up already!!" "Tsk. So impatient." As Rick L-54 said that, he pulled off his gloves and pushed two fingers at once deep into his lover's rectum – dry. The sudden stretch and burn made the surgeon groan loudly. "Yeah. You like that, baby?" Rhythmically Lab Rick stretched the other out who didn't really mind the pain from the lack of lubricant. After all, Rick's were as much masochists as they were sadists. After deeming the other ready enough, Lab Rick mercifully retrieved a bottle of lube that he always carried in his apron and slathered up his cock, which he quickly freed from his pants with the slick gel-like substance before positioning its head against the pink puckered hole. In one quick, hard thrust, he buried all of his nine inches inside of his lover. Surgeon Rick practically howled and even Lab Rick couldn't contain his groan at the feeling of the heat that enveloped him. For a moment neither of the two lovers moved. Then Lab Rick started to lazily stroke with one of his hands over the other Rick's back. "C'mon. Just get to it, Amante. You're really taking your time today…" Surgeon Rick urged and moved to push back against him. "And you are more impatient today than usual." Despite his reply, Lab Rick decided not to tease his lover any further and finally moved. He withdrew his length till only the tip remained inside just to ram it back in a moment later. Like that, he set a hard and fast pace, reaming his lover who was bent over the cot and clutching the upholstery tightly. Surgeon Rick moved back, matching each of Lab Rick's harsh thrusts and they both groaned and moaned loudly as they were quickly approaching their orgasms. The sound of someone clearing his throat was suddenly heard loudly over every other noise the two Ricks made in their little tryst of love. Both looked up to see none other than Rick C-137 standing at the counter. "Looks like I'm interrupting something here." He said with a grin that indicated that he wasn't the least bit sorry for disrupting them. At his side stood Morty who was covering his eyes with his hands and his head glowed as red as a traffic light. Morticia stood on his other side and was also blushing heavily while looking the other way. Neither of them had wanted to see that. "I'm here to get my Mortys healed up." C-137 continued. Morty instantly complained, fidgeting. "Aw geez, oh man… do we really have to go in there? Can't you just buy a serum or something?" "And waste my hard earned Schmeckles that I got from the battles which, by the way weren't won by you? C'mon, the healing here is free so move your ass in there already, Morty." Arguing further with his grandfather would be pointless at this moment so Morty just gave in and walked together with Morticia in the clinic. Thankfully, the two lovers had already separated again and fixed their clothes. Lab Rick was on his way out, but not before saying something to his boyfriend in a low-tone. "See you later, mia Estrella." However, even if it was spoken lowly, Rick C-137 still heard it and quirked his eyebrow after the medic had left the facility. "So, you gonna fix my Mortys now or what Estrella?" he spoke that nickname in a mocking tone. "Yeah, yeah. I'm on it already. You just wait up there in the front." Surgeon Rick answered before finally focusing on the Mortys. "C'mon, get out of your shirt and hop up so that I can examine you." He said to Morty C-137 while motioning to the cot that he had been bent over just recently. Morty visibly cringed at the thought of having to sit there while being half-naked and getting examined by the creepy-looking doctor. Surgeon Rick saw this reaction and exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. "Just get on it already. It's not like it's contaminated or anything." After all, he didn't get to cum so nothing was ruined – well, other than his mood…

After he was examined, healed, cleaned up and even given some clean clothes to put on again, Morty C-137 had decided to inform the others about his newest "discovery". He was able to get all the Mortys on teleconference again before he reported the news. "Okay, so the Medic Ricks are definitely weirdos, but I think I have uncovered their big secret now. It seems that these two are actually having an affair with each other." He explained. "Uh… you guys don't wanna know how I found out about that…" "S-s-so, does t-that m-mean that we-we can already r-rule them o-o-ou-ut now?" A-22β6 asked. "I think that we can." K-4872 spoke up now. "I found out why Surgeon Rick is prohibited from Morty reassignments. I've done some research and to make a long story short there had been an incident, concerning the death of a Morty. The whole thing had been a tragic accident though and another incident with a Morty who reported him was apparently just a misunderstanding. So, yeah. I think that we can rule these two out as suspects." "Okay, got it. Still, thank you for your efforts, C-133." C-137 replied. A-22β6 spoke up again. "I-I'll check o-o-ou-ut Salesman R-Rick together w-with my R-Rick next." "Okay. Good luck and take care." The Mortys bid each other goodbye before they hung up again. Morty K-4872 also hung up after the tel-co was over. "So… Rick-cest, huh? I guess that is a thing, after all…" he couldn't help but comment on the entire affair thing. "We've all been there and done that at one point…" his Rick answered. Morty looked with a frown at his Rick. "TMI, Rick. TMI."

Bonus: "Harder, Amante! Harder!" Gloved fingers dug into the sides of the cot as he held on for dear life. His lover was driving into him in a fast pace, hitting his prostate with each powerful thrust. "Fuck! You feel so good, Estrella!" Lab Rick groaned, his hands gripping those bony hips tighter, sure to leave some bruises. The two medics moaned loudly, both longing feverishly for release. So close, so close…just a little more… "Excuse me?" Surgeon Rick groaned in annoyance, his head dropping forward on the cot in defeat. Not again. "I want to have my Mortys healed. What kind of service is this?" The voice of a Rick complained from the counter. Lab Rick, despite wanting to do anything but stop right now, halted. That only agitated the surgeon more. "Is it impossible to get some dick in peace and quiet here for once?!" He yelled frustrated in his shrill voice. The outburst actually shock the customer Rick and with a mumbled "jeez" he left with his entourage of blushing Mortys. No one in their right mind would want to deal with a sexually frustrated Rick voluntarily…

AN: I like to point out that we have a side story now that will be accompanying this fanfic. It's called "The Mortys and their Stories" and as the title suggests, it will center on the backstories of the Mortys that Rick C-137 catches in this fanfic. That way you can still get more information and character development if you like without me cluttering up this story too much.

Part 11 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

oneshot

Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 12 of Entricked Fates: The Mortys and their Stories

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 2: Shadow Morty

AN: Again, please read chapter 3 of "The Lines between Ricks and Mortys" first. The backstory of Shadow Morty. Warnings: violence, gore, character death, angst, misunderstandings (it's not a happy backstory)

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 2: Shadow Morty He was looking around, not knowing where he was. He wasn't even sure if he knew who he was. Everything was such a blur – happened so long ago – the memories having almost faded completely… "C'mon, Morty. Try harder!" he could hear a voice from not very far away. Morty. He recognized that name. That was his name, wasn't it? Yes, his name was Morty. He remembered. "C'mon, Morty. It won't take long. We're just gonna be in and out. Half hour tops." The voice of an old man told him excitedly. The man was dragging him to a weird vehicle, which looked like it was made out of trashcans and other garbage. He got into the passenger seat and buckled up while the other sat down in the driver's seat and started the car. With an abnormal familiarity, Morty watched through the windshield how they ascended into the sky and soon left earth's atmosphere to travel through the vastness of space… Morty was drawn out of his memory as he heard a voice that sounded like it belonged to him. Yet, he wasn't the one that was talking. It came from over where he had heard the voice of the man before. "No. Can't we just stop? I don't want to do this anymore, Rick." Rick… that name was also familiar… Yes, it was that man's name. The man from his memory. His grandfather. Yet, while nothing inside that memory gave him a bad association with that man, the name caused feelings of anger, of hatred and… of betrayal. Unbeknownst to the specter, his white eyes had changed their color to a bright, dangerous red. They ran. Something had gone wrong. Red lights were blinking and a siren sounded – an alarm. And they both ran. Rick and he. They were followed by creatures – aliens – that were armed and shooting at them. He wasn't exactly sure what happened then, but he heard Rick murmuring a curse and then he was shoved to the side, landing in some sort of alcove. "Stay there!" was all that his grandfather had said. Then Rick changed directions and ran another way and he could only look after his grandfather's retreating back as he left him behind. He had abandoned him… he had abandoned him so he could safe his own skin! Ricks were selfish bastards who thought that Mortys were replaceable and only cared about themselves!! An inhuman screech erupted from Shadow Morty and he charged at the image of his grandfather. "What the fuck?! No nO NO! WAIT!!" the Rick yelled in surprise. Nothing he said stopped the specter though. The Rick's Morty only screamed in horror as he watched his grandfather being lifted up in the air by shadowy limbs that looked like tendrils and then was ripped apart. Shadow Morty crushed the body of the scientist till it was nothing more than an unrecognizable, bloody lump of flesh. His eyes returned to their glowing white and as he looked over to his mirror image, he saw that the boy had fainted. The specter didn't pay him any mind. He had to do something. Look for something. Right. He was looking for something, but what was it again? He kept looking at the unconscious Morty who laid still and unmoving on the ground, hovering over him. Of course, he didn't want to be left behind. Did Rick think that he could just leave Morty here possibly as a distraction for those aliens who had been chasing them? He would have none of that. Morty scrambled to get to his feet and tried to dash after Rick. However, he didn't get very far. It was probably very stupid of him to not check first because he ran practically in the hands of the aliens. He was shot – first in the shoulder then in his legs – and he stumbled to the ground. The aliens didn't seem to be ones for taking prisoners because instead of arresting him, they just continued to shoot as he laid on the ground and they stood over him. He had died, hadn't he? There was no way that he could have survived that… Shadow Morty looked down on himself. He was nothing more than a floating shade. He had no physical form just swirling shadows that somewhat resembled the form that he used to have when he was still a living, breathing human being. "M-my body…" Where was it? Where was his body? Maybe if he found it something could still be done. He didn't know what though. Was he hoping that he could just go back into his body and be alive again? Or, did he think that he would be able to pass over to the afterlife or whatever was supposed to be there after you died? He didn't know. Wasn't sure what to expect. But he wanted to find his body – needed to find it! So, he hovered away again, leaving the mangled corpse of a Rick and his fainted Morty behind as if they meant nothing. As if nothing of what had happened back then mattered. Because it simply didn't matter. And still it wasn't just his body that he was looking for. Whether he was aware of it or not, he was also seeking out Rick – his Rick. Not necessarily to rip him into pieces like he had done with the other Rick, but to ask him. 'Why? Why did you abandon me?'

Of course, Morty couldn't know. Didn't know that his grandfather hadn't abandoned him. Not back then and also not now. Somewhere far off was a Rick. A dead Rick. His ghost was sitting in a corner, clutching at a photograph of his grandson. "Don't give up, Morty… I know that you can make it… at least you must survive… be better than me, Morty…" he mumbled over and over again. He was aware of the fact that he was dead. But he didn't care about that. His thoughts were all with his Morty of whom he hoped that he had made it out alive. He wasn't aware of how much time had passed since then. Not aware that his grandson hadn't made it that day. Rick had been running together with Morty from the Alferians. They were pretty pissed off because they had just tried to steal a compound that Rick had needed as a source of energy for a new weapon that he wanted to make. Of course, something had to go wrong and his grandson had successfully triggered the alarm with one clumsy move of his. So, they were trying to escape from the building, the armed aliens right on their heels and shooting at them. Rick wasn't stupid. He knew that the Alferians would shoot to kill. If they would get to them, they wouldn't hesitate to kill them on the spot. They just needed to get to the ship before that happened. Rick saw that a shutter opened at the side and knew that more Alferian soldiers were just waiting to charge at them and they wouldn't be able to get passed them even though this way was the direct escape route. Cursing under his breath, he realized now that there was probably no way for both of them to escape – not alive. So, he made the only choice that felt right to him at this moment. He grabbed Morty's arm and shoved him into a small alcove on the side. If the Alferians would follow him, they would probably not see the boy as long as he stayed put and then after they were gone, he could flee. So, he ordered Morty to stay there, hoping he would understand the plan without him having the time to explain it to him as he dashed back and around another corner, trying to lure all their enemies at once after him. He had to keep it up long enough till his grandson could make it to the ship and out of here. Trying to grasp at all the straws that he had, he fumbled for his portal gun and hoped that he somehow would be able to put a far enough distance between himself and his followers so that he could open a portal and escape to safety. And then maybe even back to the ship if Morty hadn't started it up yet. However, at the rate this was going he saw no chance when to use it. The plasma bullets that were shot from the Alferian riffles rained through the air and several kept grazing his arms and shoulders, but Rick wasn't willing to give up. Only after one shot pierced through his chest did he start to stumble. It slowed him down and so more shots were able to hit their target. More and more bullet holes appeared, the blood staining his white lab coat, blue sweater and brown slacks. Rick still tried to push himself, but he already knew that he was done for. The only thing that he could still do was to try to buy as much time for Morty as he possibly could. One of the stray bullets eventually hit his portal gun, destroying the green bulb on top of it. With that his last hope, his only chance of escape had been shattered and his fate was sealed. Finally, he collapsed on the ground and the Alferians went in for the kill, surrounding and shooting mercilessly at the unmoving human. Then green portals opened all of sudden around the squad of Alferian soldiers and in a mess of blasts, the aliens were all shot down. Rick Guards had emerged from those portals and began to check the Rick's corpse. "Confiscate his broken portal gun." One who seemed to be of a higher rank ordered. After the Citadel detected an anomaly in space-time thanks to the destroyed portal gun, his unit had been immediately dispatched to take care of the problem. As he looked around the area, he quickly noticed that something was clearly amiss. Addressing a small squad of four guards, he ordered. "You go and look for his Morty. He must be somewhere around here still." While the Rick Guards dutifully swarmed out to look for the boy, the rest of the soldiers started to drag the Rick's body through a portal to later dispose of him. It was the purpose of the Citadel of Ricks to ensure the safety of all Ricks throughout the multiverse and as such, it was also their task to make sure that no information about Rick-related technology would ever spread to third authorities especially not to the Galactic Federation. That was the reason why they had to clean up this scene thoroughly. Also, they would pick up the Mortys of dead Ricks so that they could put them into the reassignment program so other Ricks who had lost their Morty could get a new one. "What a mess…" commented the Rick Guards that had finally found the Morty that they were supposed to be looking for. They stood around the bloodied corpse looking with little to no affection down on it. Who knew how many dead Mortys they had already seen throughout the time that they served in the Citadel's Military. Since they knew that they weren't supposed to leave any evidence behind, they opened a portal and also dragged the Morty's body through it to later dispose of it. He would not receive a proper burial as he would have deserved, but more likely just a quick trip to the incinerator before they would throw his ashes into the dimension where the Citadel dumped all its trash. The guards couldn't know that someone was still looking for it…

At first when he came to, Morty didn't know where he was. He couldn't even retell for a moment who he was or what he had just done a moment ago. A loud yelp escaped him as he looked down and saw the bloody body of a boy. 'That's me.' He realized after a few seconds of staring in shock. It was only then that he noticed that he was floating above his own corpse. He took in the sight of his translucent body – a form that was not really physical, but looked exactly as he did when he was still alive, albeit completely see-through now and lacking his feet and legs. Not that he needed those seeing as he was just floating above the ground without the need to touch it in order to move around. He then recalled what had happened. The aliens got him and shot him. That was the last that had happened. But what was before that? He had been running and then been shot, but why did he run? Why did he not see the aliens who were able to hit him then? Right, he was running after someone. "Rick!" Ghostly Morty looked around in a panic, trying to remember in which direction he had seen his grandfather run off. Even if he was dead now, he still needed to find him. Maybe he wouldn't be able to fix him – Rick had said before that he can't cure death – but at least he wanted an answer from him. He wanted to know how he could just abandon him like that. And he wanted Rick to know what had happened to him. Wanting to weigh down on that little bit of conscience that must be somewhere inside the old man with the fact that Morty was dead now because of him. Because of his actions. And so Morty floated off, trying to look for Rick. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to find him – not in time anyways. Eventually, he gave up and decided to just suck it up and return to his body to pass on or whatever. What did it matter that he'll let Rick know what had happened to him? The scientist probably wouldn't even bat an eyelash. He could just imagine that uncaring face before he would be off to the Citadel and just get himself a new – a living – Morty. Even though it kind of hurt to think about it – though he couldn't pinpoint where exactly it hurt since he didn't have a physical body that could feel pain anymore – he knew that it was the truth. That was just how Ricks were in the end and why should he think that his Rick was any different from that. He managed to find the hallway that he passed after he left his body behind, but when he came to the spot— "It's gone!" His body was gone. There was only a large puddle of dried blood, the only proof that he was indeed at the right place and didn't just confuse locations. But how could that be? His dead body couldn't have just stood up and walked away.

Someone must have taken it!

Frantically he looked around, but couldn't find any trace of who had taken his corpse away or where it was taken to.

He had been wandering around the place, killing all the aliens that he had encountered on his way in hopes of them getting frightened enough of him to return his missing body, but he had no such luck.

He kept wandering through the building, all over the planet, through the universe, even moved between dimensions somehow.

And the more he wandered aimless through space and time, the more he started to loose of himself.

He started to lose his memories – slowly, one by one without him even noticing – and his ghostly appearance started to fade away to a mass of shadows.

Shadows that had been fueled by his disappointment in his Rick, the anger he felt from having been abandoned and left to die alone, the hopelessness of not being able to find what he was looking for.

In the end, he was merely a shadow of his former self, wandering forever lost through the dimensions until he would find something that did not exist anymore.

Part 12 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Part 1 of Entricked Fates: Gotta Catch Me Some Morty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Part 4 of Entricked Fates: Ricks will always be Ricks

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Part 5 of Entricked Fates: The Morty-Lover

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Part 6 of Entricked Fates: Second Chances AKA The Rick One For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part 7 of Entricked Fates: Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Part 8 of Entricked Fates: When the Morty’s away, the Rick will play

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Part 9 of Entricked Fates: It’s Not His Ricking Fault!

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Part 10 of Entricked Fates: I Ricking Hate My Life!

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Part 11 of Entricked Fates: The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

My Friend, The Tree

AN: I have no idea where this came from, but take it anyway. This is one of those rare cases that I wrote in the middle of the night without being fully aware of it…so it tends to be weird. On a positive note, we have beautiful artwork done by @rickxoxomort (the amazing cover art) and @DaddyDevilish (fantastic not sfw art) in this fanfic. Thank you both for drawing these amazing masterpieces <3 Everyone, please go and check them out! Warnings: alternate universe, Rick/Morty, Rick is a tree!, PWP smut including humping and anal penetration Summary: AU: Morty is a troubled boy, living in a village where he is treated like an outcast. The only friend that he has is a lone tree that stands near a cliff. However, there is a bit more to this tree…and he's also a bit more to Morty than just his only friend…

My Friend, The Tree It was at the brink of dusk, the sun already on its slow descent towards the horizon, when one young villager weaved his way through the adjacent small forest. He didn't stop until he reached a cliff that was bare save for one tree. The boy with brown hair took a seat underneath it, leaning with his back against its worn bark and looked up at the branches that suddenly seemed to hang lower as if they were trying to shield him like a canopy from the rest of his surroundings. "They were arguing again today," he spoke his troubles aloud. "They are threatening to throw me out now and keep telling me to find a job. I'm really trying, but no one in the village wants to hire me. You know how they are…" "Don't listen to their shit, Morty." A deep rumble came from within the trunk. "Your father doesn't have the right to judge, being the useless bum that he is. An-and if they really do kick you out, you can always stay here." "Thank you, Rick." The boy turned around to hug the tree, looking up at something, which looked like a human's face. With a little fantasy, you could see the two knotholes as its eyes, one broken droopy branch as its slightly crooked nose and underneath it, a cut in the wood that would resemble a mouth. Morty or rather Mortimer had been visiting this old tree for a long time. In the beginning, he had found this secluded place and kept revisiting it, feeling an odd sense of comfort while he shared his problems aloud. He kept talking about his arguing parents who obviously weren't happily together. They were forced to marry after one night of too much alcohol and a very literal roll in the hay in the neighbor's barn with Beth ending up pregnant. At least his father had been noble enough to take his part of the responsibility instead of leaving his mother as an unmarried, pregnant and shamed woman…not that their reputation in the village hadn't been tarnished by the circumstances under which the marriage occurred. He also kept telling about his older sister, who had been fed up by the arguments, the beatings and the depreciation of their self-worth that their parents put them through and left one night, just like that, leaving Mortimer behind to deal with the aftermath. The boy also told about the bullying that he had to endure from the other villagers of his own age, having often a fair share of bruises to show after an especially vicious and one-sided conflict. Mortimer just wasn't the type to fight back, rather wanting to avoid getting in trouble as much as he could. The old tree had taken everything in silently for weeks before one day he responded to the boy who had been pathetically weeping against his trunk, offering few small words of comfort. Instead of becoming frightened of the talking tree, Mortimer felt himself only drawn closer to his only companion and he kept visiting his friend every single day since. Of course, this didn't help his reputation in the village. The other villagers were talking about him, claiming that there was something wrong with him because he was talking to a tree and they avoided him as if whatever mental illness that he must have, was infectious. However, Mortimer stopped caring about that, already used to being treated as an outcast even if he didn't enjoy it. The boy had no idea if Richard, or Rick as the tree had asked to call him, was a magical being or just a spellbound human. He certainly wasn't able to curse other people, nor could he magically change the weather or work any sorts of miracles. At best, the only thing he was capable of was moving some of his branches, but otherwise he was as stationary as any other tree. For as much as they were talking, the old plant didn't share much about his past with him. The only thing he let him know was that he had been at this place for a very long time already. Often, when every worry had been relieved from the human boy's soul, they would sit in silence and just enjoy each other's company. Other times, they would look at the starry sky overhead and the old tree would share his wisdom with him and point out constellations by name, impressing his small companion. At one point, Mortimer wanted to help his friend, thinking of ways how to rip Rick from the isolation that he was cursed with. It would have been great if he could just dig his roots free and carry him all the way back to the village, so Rick could be surrounded by the hustle and bustle of life and he could also watch more over Mortimer from their yard. However, it was sheer impossible to transport the big and heavy tree to the village – especially on his own. Rick had told him that he didn't mind the loneliness, having grown used to it and cherishing it all the same. Still, it didn't mean that he minded the boy's presence, admitting that he cherished that even more and so the small human had given up on his pipe dreams and stuck to visiting his friend as often as he could. Their time spent together made them closer to one another. Some summer nights, Mortimer would fall asleep against the trunk and Rick would cover him with his branches, vowing to keep potential harm like wild animals away from the resting human. When the boy would wake up the next morning, nestled in the protective embrace of his only friend, he would feel so warm and secure, more than he ever even felt in his own home. And one day, their closeness reached a new level, as Mortimer uncurled from the comfort of the branches, stood up and placed his lips against the cut in the bark that would be the tree's mouth. Rick hadn't pushed him away or discouraged the boy even though he knew that Mortimer would have to face the repercussions if one too nosy villager would witness this. It was out of his own selfishness though. Enjoying the human's attention too much to give it up and sacrifice his own happiness for the good of his companion's health and safety. Thus brought them to the relationship that they had at present time and Mortimer hugged the trunk a little tighter as he pressed kisses against the rough old bark. Branches reached down to caress his body and the boy quickly stripped out of his dirty shirt and holey pants to follow the steps of their ritual, ingrained in his head through daily repetition. He shuddered as his lover's leafs caressed his bared skin, Rick always trying to be gentle to not cut or scratch him up even though it sometimes did happen. Mortimer never minded though, knowing that it wasn't on purpose. He trusted Rick, more than he trusted anyone else in his life. Simply because the other was special. Rick was his friend. His lover. His everything at this point. He was the only one who called him Morty. The only one who had bothered to shorten down his birth name and christening him with a nickname that only he would ever use for him. The only one who was allowed to call him by this special name that Rick had gifted him with. Morty moaned softly as he rubbed with the length of his body against the trunk while still feeling his lover's caresses on his sides and back. His nipples hardened quickly as they lightly caught in the small grooves, the rough texture of the bark stimulating in a way that nothing else ever could. He could also feel his member swelling, filling out and growing to full hardness and he bit his lower lip softly as he rubbed his lower half more frantically against his lover with barely repressed grunts. Rick didn't stay idle through all of that, directing his branches lower and caressing the soft, round buttocks before carefully spreading those luscious globes and sliding between them. His little lover repaid him with a delicious moan as he gently breached him, only introducing the tip of one branch inside. Of course, he knew that the human was used to this kind of intrusion and could take more. It's been a long while since the first time that he had penetrated the boy, their current encounters a far cry from the awkward and slightly painful earlier attempts at trying this. Morty was just as glad as Rick that he had grown accustomed to this enough for it to be barely painful anymore. If anything, he loved the slight agony that was still part of the uneven and hard wood entering him, which always fueled his pleasure and drove him to new heights. Readily he pushed back against his lover's intrusive branch, mewling as he took more of it inside him and feeling a mix of knobby wood, tiny bending twigs and few small leaves scraping against his insides. Nails clawed into the bark as the boy found himself in the dilemma of having to decide between one of two urges. On one hand, he felt the need to hump the tree and rub his pulsing erection against it. On the other was the craving to move against the intruding object in his ass. Trying to find an even balance between both desires, he moved back and forth, gasping and panting loudly as he did. Thankfully, his lover began to move anew, meeting Morty's every backwards thrust and sliding deeper inside him. The boy moaned loudly, his tongue lolling out and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he could feel parts of Rick rubbing against his prostate with every motion. He was clawing the bark so hard now that it threatened to break under the force, but the old tree didn't seem to care about the possible danger that he was threatened with. Morty could feel his steadily approaching climax building up, but he knew that it could be better. As pleasurable as it would be for him to come like this, clinging to Rick's trunk and feeling this hard and uneven object thrusting into him, there was more. As if reading the human's mind, a single root, which looked different from all the other ones that dug into the ground, lifted itself up and stuck proudly skywards. Even in his near delirium, Morty noticed it. Having actually waited for this moment. The branch left him and his empty hole clenched longingly around nothingness as he shakily let go of the trunk to near that one root. Without hesitation, he lowered himself to sit on it, remembering the first times he had to try to take it inside him. It had been too big, its girth just too thick for it to fit. Only after lots of time patiently stretching himself and practicing had he finally managed to take it inside and enjoying his lover in this way. He knew that Rick enjoyed it, too. At least the pleasured sounds that he would make when Morty rode this part of him led the human to believe that it was also a pleasurable experience for the tree. Though they had never talked about it, he was convinced that this root was especially sensitive and Rick would be able to feel him more intensely and find it more pleasant to be touched there than anywhere else. As if to prove him right anew, his lover groaned as he guided the tip inside his twitching entrance and slowly sat down on the special root. While the tip was rounded and breached him still with relative ease, the wood, which was slightly more even than Rick's branches, but also a little knobby, forced his insides open wider to an almost unbearable level. Still, Morty knew that he could take it and slid further down, forcing himself to breathe through the process. "That's it, Morty. Ju-just like that. Slow and easy." Rick encouraged him, his rough voice practically a growl. It took a while, but eventually Morty had taken as much of the root as he could comfortably fit inside. Still, he needed a moment to adjust to the feeling of such utter fullness. Panting, he leaned forward, resting his sweaty forehead against the wooden body of his lover. His thighs were trembling, having trouble carrying his weight even though he was kneeling now. The sensation in his backside a sensory overload for his weak human body. The boy murmured softly as he felt the gentle touch of twigs and leaves stroking against his sides again. Taking the encouragement, Morty steadied himself against the trunk and lifted his hips, feeling the wood drag against his inside deliciously. His breath escaped him as a soft moan, the noise mirrored by a low rumble from Rick and he only stopped once nothing more than the tip was left inside. With more hastiness, he sunk down again, the movement more fluid than before and Morty mewled with the motion. While the root felt smooth, the knobs were additionally stimulating and at the current angle, the hard wood brushed teasingly against his sweet spot as he rutted back into it again and again.

Movements became more frantic as the voices of the lovers rose with the passion and Morty let gravity aid him with every drop. Not able to take any more, the boy removed one hand from its stabilizing position to pump his weeping erection in a matching rhythm. With the added stimulation and his lover's encouraging mumbled words and sounds, it took only a few rises and plunges more before the boy reached his climax and spilled his seed in powerful spurts, staining the bark of his lover. In the midst of his orgasm, he felt a pulsing sensation in his anus as Rick poured his sap inside him, too. The first time, Morty had been weirded out by the sensation and confused about the thick and sticky liquid that leaked from his entrance afterwards, but he was used to it now. Welcoming it even. Still panting heavily and slowly coming down from his high, Morty leaned against the trunk again, placing lazy kisses on the rough wood and weakly hugging his lover. Still seated on the protruding root, he slowly began to doze off despite his current position being less than advisable for a comfortable slumber. Before sleep fully claimed him, Morty was thinking how lucky he was. Even if he was an outcast and his only friend and lover was "merely" a tree, he could never have wished for more than this. Rick wrapped his branches around the resting boy again, shielding him with his leafs against the cold of the night and the rest of reality. He selfishly wanted to keep Morty here forever, right by his side, in his embrace for all eternity even if he knew that it wasn't possible. The boy would have to leave soon, trying to find a job in another village since he had no such luck in his current one. Even if he would find work here, Rick knew that Morty wouldn't have much time to visit him as often. And even if by some miracle, the boy would still spend as much time with him as he was now, the human would eventually grow old and die, leaving Rick all alone again. He was a tree, had lived for so many years and would live for hundreds more and he hated to think that one day he would have to return to the solitude from before he had met his tiny lover…

AN: Important advice: Please don't go out and attempt to have sex with trees. You might seriously injure yourself doing that. The trees (and their inhabitants) will also not like it. Please stay healthy and treat nature kindly.

Getting out of a Parking Ticket

AN: This story was heavily inspired by this picture that was drawn by @naughtyorganic (many, many thanks for allowing me to use it as cover art!! <3) Warnings: RookieCopRick/MiamiMorty oral smut Summary: Miami Morty is forced to wait in the car while his Rick takes care of some business. His waiting time gets sweetened when Cop Rick is writing parking tickets and comes to his car. After all, he can't just sit by and watch while his Rick gets a ticket for parking in a no parking allowed zone…

Getting out of a Parking Ticket The blond pouted as his Rick got out of the car. "I'll be quick and I make it up to you when I'm back, Princess. Just keep watch on the car, okay?" he said as he straightened his pink jacket. "Okay, but you better make up for it good." Miami Morty responded. As his Rick went off to make his little business deal, the Morty still pouted a little more. After all, he usually came along to most of his deals even when they were on the Citadel of Ricks. Morty opened the glove compartment and picked out a strawberry-flavored lollipop, removing the wrapper and popping it into his mouth as he still sulked. Meanwhile, a Cop Rick made his round, writing parking tickets for all the vehicles that were parked on the sidewalk. The poor guy had been reduced to being a meter maid for the time being, because of what had had happened to his Morty Partner. Well, considering that he had shot him, he would have actually expected a more severe punishment, so he should call himself lucky that he got away with it like this. He lifted one side of his eyebrow as he spotted a pink Cadillac. It was bit unusual to see an earth car like that on the Citadel, but not the weirdest thing that he had seen. Just as he stood next to the car with the tinted windows and began to write on his notepad, the door on the passenger side opened. "Oh, is there a problem, Mr. Officer?" the boy asked as he got out of the car. Cop Rick blinked a little in surprise. The boy was a Morty, but he had never seen a Morty that looked like this even though he had seen quite a few different versions of them. This teen had long blond hair, which was kept out of his face by a blue headband. He wore a short matching blue top, a brown leopard-print fur jacket and only pink speedos as well as some blue sandals. His tanned skin was also quite remarkable as well as his glitter make-up that was visible underneath his pink-tinted sunglasses. He looked like he just came straight from the beach. The boy pushed the sunglasses up to rest on his headband and gave the red sucker that he held in his other hand a quick lick while he looked at him with half-lidded eyes and a questioning gaze that looked… seductive? The Rick couldn't help but blush a little. "Your car is parked in a no stopping or parking allowed zone so I have to write you a ticket." He explained while continuing to scribble on his notepad. Morty's eyes widened and he instantly jumped to latch onto Cop Rick's arm and stop him from writing anymore. "Oh please, Mr. Officer. Can't you maybe make a little exception?" "I'm sorry, but either you drive the car away right now or I'll have to give you the ticket." Rick stuck strictly to the regulations. He wanted to be a good cop, not a corrupt one. Even though he had to admit, that the boy was quite distracting. Especially, as he started to press his entire body up against him and looked with pleading eyes up at him while his tongue twirled around that lollipop. It made Rick blush even harder. "But I'm not allowed to drive the car, Mr. Officer. My Rick would be really angry if I did and he's going to be back in a minute anyways." Morty batted his eyelashes while he tried to convince the cop. "I'm really sorry, but I can't ju— " Rick was interrupted as Morty started to tug on him. "No, really. He'll be back real quick and then we're gone. You know, why don't you just wait for a minute and see for yourself?" The boy said and kept pulling the police officer towards the car. "We can just wait inside for a moment." Rick knew that it wasn't a good idea, but stunned from surprise, he let the boy maneuver him in the passenger seat. "I can't do that. I still have more work to do." He kept protesting, albeit only verbally. Miami Morty climbed in after him and took a seat on his lap before closing the door. "You're a very hard working Rick, Officer. I think you deserve a little break." Cop Rick squirmed a little under the teen, seemingly uncomfortable with the close proximity. "No. I really shouldn't…" Morty trailed one finger over the collar of his uniform before letting it trail down Rick's chest. "It's really true what they say about men in uniform. I never knew that a Rick could look so sexy." He drawled as he fixed the other with a seductive gaze again. Rick suddenly started to feel a little too hot in his clothes. Even without checking in the rearview mirror, he knew that his face must have been glowing bright red right now. Morty giggled. It was cute to see a Rick getting so shy and flustered. It was certainly a rare sight for the boy. This may even be fun for him… "Jeez, you're so tense…" The boy said as he let his hand wander up again and lightly massaged the Cop Rick's shoulder. He stuck his sucker into his mouth so he had the other hand free to touch and massage the other with both appendages now. Rick couldn't hold back a groan as the nimble fingers dug into his stiff muscles and helped relax them. He instinctively bit his lower lip to stifle any more sounds from escaping him, but he did have to admit that it really felt damn good. Morty giggled again as he saw Rick close his eyes in bliss. If he was enjoying the little massage this much, how was he going to react when they came to the good stuff? Morty wanted to find out. "Hold on a second." he said as he turned around, showing off how flexible he was since he still straddled the Rick and grasped for the wrapper that he had blindly thrown on the dashboard earlier on. He rewrapped his slobbered up lollipop before placing it neatly back on the dashboard and out of the way. "My Rick just hates it when the interior of his car gets dirty." The boy explained as he saw the other's confused face. No sex without condoms in the car was one of the major rules, but Morty knew some other way to ensure that things won't get messy. He unconsciously licked his lips at the thought. The movement of the pink tongue didn't go unnoticed by the cop who gulped. His hands were then back on the Rick's upper body, nimble fingers stroking and kneading over the uniform. "If you like this I know something that you'll like even more." He hummed. As his hands ran lower and got dangerously close to Rick's belt, the old man began to sputter. In quick movements, Morty slid down from his lap till he was kneeling between the cop's legs, ignoring the stuttered protests. "Now, now. Just relax." The boy said with a seductive grin and reached to open the other's pants. Deft fingers quickly unbuckled the belt before Morty leaned forward to open the button and zipper only with his teeth and tongue, all the while looking up at Rick who blushed like crazy and eventually had to avert his eyes. To the blond's delight, the already stiff member, which was still covered by briefs, lifted to peek out of the opened fly. Again, with only his teeth, he pulled on the waistband and tugged the light-blue boxers down till the police officer's erection sprang free and slapped against his stomach. Morty thought that it was almost laughable that this Rick was already fully hard even though he hadn't done much of anything yet. Been probably a while. Maybe he should be merciful and not tease the poor thing too much… but it'd be no fun then, right? Without breaking his gaze from Rick who had been looking back at him again, he nuzzled against the hot hard flesh with his cheek. Morty looked as cute and innocent as he could while he did that, smiling up at the flushing cop who looked like he couldn't decide if he wanted to watch or not. It was amusing how shy he acted, averting his eyes every few moments, just to look back down again while his cock twitched delightedly. Not wanting to stop with the teasing so soon, Morty began to gently nose at the shaft now, still careful to avoid using his lips even if his mouth was already starting to water at the scent. After he decided that he had done enough worshipping, he moved his face back again to use his hands now. His left hand went to grasp the base of the cock while the index finger of his right trailed slowly up and down the shaft. As that digit finally reached the angry red tip, the other fingers joined in to dance around the head, but still carefully avoided the opening at which the first drops of precum already started to gather. Morty couldn't help, but giggle as he saw the tormented face that the Cop Rick made. Deciding to be a little merciful, he fully grasped the hard length in his hand and strengthening his grip, moving up and down to pump the shaft. Rick panted and some soft moans accidentally escaped from his mouth. It wasn't even a question if this was the first time that the boy was giving someone a handjob… or well, maybe it was and he was just really talented. When Morty twisted his wrist just the right way, as he still pumped him, Rick decided that he was very talented either way and clenched his eyes shut. He had to bite down on his lower lip in order to avoid letting any more embarrassing sounds slip. Morty was still amused as he constantly changed his focus between Rick's face and crotch where his hand was still busy slowly working him to completion. Man, he really wanted to see the cop's reaction to when he would start bringing his mouth into the game! Being the impatient little thing that he was, he decided to do just that right now. So, he brought his fingers back to the tip while his lips took over in taking care of the underside of the shaft. He mouthed at the length, all the way from root to frenulum and one of his fingers finally – mercifully – rubbed over the slit and smeared the precum all over the glans, inciting some barely repressed whimpers. With big smiling eyes, he watched Rick's reactions from his position. The view was downright delicious: lower lip being bitten almost hard enough to draw blood, eyes clenched shut tightly in concentration and head thrown back while a bright red flush was covering his cheeks and his face and entire body were twitching occasionally. Never before had he met a Rick that was this cute – or a Rick that he would even dare to label "cute" for that matter. Deciding that he had done enough teasing now, Morty removed his fingers and let his tongued glide over the wet tip. Moaning at the taste, he didn't wait any longer and took the member into his mouth. Expertly he relaxed his throat muscles and took in the entire length. Rick couldn't suppress a loud moan as he felt the wet heat completely envelope him. His left hand came to rest in the blond mane, as he looked down, but he only let it softly lay there without pulling at it or trying to guide the boy's head one way or another. Morty took notice of that, but wouldn't have minded it either way. He swallowed around the hot, pulsing erection that was lodged deep inside his throat, before he slowly pulled back and swirled his tongue all over the shaft. As he reached the tip, he gave one hard suck, before he dove back down again. Like this, he started a fast pace, literally fucking his face on Rick's cock. Cop Rick didn't even seem to by trying to hold his moans and groans in and his fingers buried itself in the blond locks and twirled them absentmindedly. His hips had also started to move in a matching rhythm to the boy's movements as he bucked into the tantalizing mouth. They both knew that Rick wouldn't be able to last for much longer. With one last hard buck and a loud groan, he finally reached his climax and filled the blond's mouth with his sticky cum. Morty dutifully swallowed everything that the other had to give. Panting heavily the cop fell back into the seat. "That was…" he drawled mindlessly. Morty smirked mischievously up at him now, still kneeling between his legs. One of his finger was trailing along his thigh as he said, "Well, Officer, I'm sure that you can overlook my Rick's little traffic offense now. If you do, I'll keep this to myself…" Those words rattle the police officer up as if he only now realized what he had done. He had just gotten a blowjob from a Morty and that while he was still on duty. With panicked movements, he stuffed himself into his pants again and then quickly exited the car. Grinning like the cat that got the cream – quite literally – Morty moved to sit back in the now empty passenger seat again and watched the officer walk off with still slightly trembling legs. Miami Rick just happened to leave the building in which he had met his business partners as he saw the Cop Rick stumbling out of his car. He looked briefly after the police officer before he darted over to his car and threw open the door on the driver side. "What did that cop just do in my car?!" Rick demanded, lifting his sunglasses as he looked sternly at his Morty. Morty just relaxed further back into his seat after retrieving his lollipop again and nonchalantly replied. "I just saved you from getting a parking ticket. You're welcome." Grumbling, Rick climbed into the driver seat. "Well, the guy had better not made a mess in here." He just hated it if the interior of his car got dirty.

AN: I have plans to turn this into a little series. The next part would be MiamiRick/CopRick, but no promises when I'm done with the next installment.

Part 1 of Getting out of Trouble

Part 2 of Getting out of Trouble: Convincing

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Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 7: The Moment that changed everything

AN: This is probably the chapter that you've been all waiting for…or maybe it's not. Warnings: Rick/Morty, angst, also a little violence

Rick and Morty Forever and One Hundred Years – Chapter 7: The Moment that changed everything His steps were heavy and his posture slouching as Morty was on his way to school the next day. He sighed, still feeling upset about the ruined date. Or, more about his outburst afterwards. He still had been thinking about everything that happened after he had arrived home and rolled around in his bed, barely getting a wink of sleep last night. Yet, he wanted to apologize to his best friend in person and not just over a text message. He still felt stupid for dragging the other teen on that double date even though the other had made it clear that he wasn't up for it in the first place. While it still was Rick's fault that it all turned to shit, he really shouldn't have yelled at his best friend like that, saying all those nasty things to him. Rick had helped him out so often already that it wasn't nice to make such accusations. Unfortunately, that would have to wait until third period since there were a few classes that they didn't have together. Honestly, he hoped that Rick would even show up today after everything that had happened and that he would actually listen to him…

"M-Mo-Moorghty! Th-there you are!" The brunet had just grabbed his textbook from the locker and was about to go to the classroom, mentally preparing himself to face Rick when he was intercepted by the teen in question. "Rick!" Morty jumped almost ten feet in the air when the spiky-haired boy suddenly blocked his path. Looking intently at the other's face, his features turned into a frown. "Are you drunk?!" While it wasn't unusual for the other to get drunk, he was usually always sober when showing up at school. Did he take last evening so hard that he got drunk again? …or was he still drunk?? "Morty! M-Morty! We have to talk, Morty!" Rick rambled, swaying a little unsteadily on his feet. "It's-it's important, Morty!" The brunet only sighed. "You're right. I wanted to talk to you, too, but not here." Looking around the hall, which was flooded with students, he steered his drunk friend to the boys' restroom. This was going to be a rather personal talk and he didn't want weird rumors to spread because someone overheard something and took it out of context or something like that. There was going to be enough stuff that would be passed around already after Jessica and Tricia talked to their friends about yesterday's catastrophe. After closing the door behind himself, he quickly checked the stalls and was relieved to find them all empty. The brunet sighed once more and finally began to talk. "Listen, Rick. About yesterday…I just wanted to—" "I-I know, Morty. You're still p-pissed at me for that, but-but hear me out first." Rick interrupted him. Blinking in confusion, Morty let him continue even though he just had wanted to apologize to him. His curiosity won out, wanting to know what the other had to say now. "I-I-I know that you lo-like Jessica, but-but that bitch doesn't deserve you, Morty." Hearing that, Morty felt anger well up inside him again. How could Rick say something mean like that – how dare he call Jessica a bitch?! He was about to protest, but Rick continued, walking up and down while gesturing wildly with his hands. "She-she's just playing you, Morty. I heard her talk about you o-once and she said that you-you're a weirdo and stupid. She's l-leading you on be-because she knows that you'll follow her like a—like a loyal puppy, no matter what. She-she doesn't really care about you, Morty. But-but I do. So what I did yes-yesterday—what I—I only did that to p-protect you, Morty!" The emotions inside Morty quickly changed from anger to surprise and he stared wide-eyed at his friend. That's why Rick had actually acted like an asshole? Because of Jessica? 'So it actually had nothing to do with Tricia Lange?!' "You see, I-I just don't want you to be miserable because of that dumb bitch." Rick explained himself further, looking intently at the brunet's face and coming closer. "'Cause you-you deserve someone better, Morty…" "R-Rick?" Morty was confused as the other came closer and closer, his breath that smelled heavily of whisky, washing over his face. His eyes popped almost out of his head, as lips suddenly pressed against his and Morty felt himself unable to do anything in his shock. He could only feel his heart hammering wildly against his ribcage and the soft pressure. As quickly as the contact came it was gone again since Rick pulled away. "I-I'm sorry, Morty." Honesty shone in Rick's eyes as he said that and he suddenly looked a lot soberer than before. Then the blue-haired teen dashed out of the restroom, leaving Morty behind, still stunned and confused. Perplexed, Morty slowly rose a shaky hand to his mouth, wondering what had just happened. He wanted to think that this was just a joke, but…but Rick had apologized. Rick never apologized!! Did that mean that Rick actually liked him like this? 'I…I know that I like Jessica…' Morty began to think, trying to analyze his own feelings slowly. '…but I also like being around Rick…he-he always makes me feel special…' Shyly he touched his lips with a finger. '…and I also liked how it felt when he kissed me… Does that…could that mean that I like Rick in the same way…?' Morty still wasn't entirely sure, but he knew that he needed to see Rick and talk to him about this.

Talking to Rick was easier said than done. He didn't show up for the next period, the seat next to Morty, where he usually sat, was empty. Though, that shouldn't have surprised the boy as much as it did. Rick probably had planned to skip school again anyway. Since he bailed without dragging Morty with him today, this would have been the brunet's chance to finally attend all of his classes for one day…however, Morty decided to risk getting in trouble and left the school after third period was over. Immediately, he made his way to Rick's garage, figuring that his best friend went there again. If he wasn't on an errand run, it seemed like you could always find Rick at his second home. However, as soon as he arrived, he saw that the garage door was down. Rick liked to have the door open when he worked, letting in fresh air and natural light as long as there wasn't a storm outside. The brunet knocked on the metal door. "Rick? Rick, are you there? It's me. Please let me in?" He waited for a while, but there was no reaction. Either his friend wasn't here or he was ignoring him. Not being able to completely rule out the second possibility, Morty went over to the lock pad. Rick had entrusted the combination to Morty, saying that was more useful like this if he needed to send the brunet to fetch something for him. However, he also had said that when Morty needed to hide out somewhere, he also could always come to the garage. Seeing that he actually trusted Morty to come near his precious inventions even in the case that he would not be around was actually a huge sign of trust from Rick…which was incredibly rare for the stoic teen. Trying not to think how it was another thing that Rick did and which made him feel so special, Morty put in the code. However, when he hit enter, the display showed the message "Access denied". With furled brows, the boy entered the combination again, sure that he had actually gotten it correct the first time. Again, the same words mocked him and the door remained closed. This could only mean that Rick must have changed the password. Morty could only sigh and give up now. When Rick wanted to have his space then he had to accept that…not that he could actually do anything about it. So, he left again, only hoping that Rick would eventually show up at school again…

The following days were very lonely for Morty. Rick didn't show up at school – not even for the tests as he used to do – and the brunet was so alone, having lost the only friend that he actually had. It should have been a good thing that he actually was able to attend his classes regularly again without a certain someone dragging him out of the building before noon. However, this also rose a new problem for him… "Hey, Smith!!" Roughly, he was shoved into the lockers. Morty looked up at the tall and buff redhead that was towering over him. "H-hi, Dustin." "Not so tough anymore now that you're bodyguard isn't here, huh?" The bully teased. "Where's that punk, Rick, anyway? Too much of a pussy to show up at school anymore?" His new problem was that he was getting into more trouble with his bullies again. Actually even more than before the time that he had become friends with Rick because they felt the need to pay him back with interest now for skipping out on these punishments for such a long time. "I-I don't know wh-where he is…" Morty replied, covering slightly. The other only grinned, knowing pretty well that no matter where Rick was right now, he wasn't here to come to the brunet's rescue. So, the next moment Dustin's fist connected with his cheek. Even though the blow was expected, it didn't make the impact hurt any less. All he could do now was curl up and endure it. Even though Rick always kept telling him that he needed to stand up to his bullies if he ever wanted them to stop treating him like this, he still lacked the courage to do so. What could he do anyway? He was so much smaller and weaker than Dustin and the other school bullies. And who would be impressed if he tried to talk back in his stuttering and squeaky voice? Morty would only embarrass himself further if he tried and he would probably only get harassed more. 'Rick isn't any taller than me though. And he also stutters…' The brunet thought abjectly as blows and kicks rained upon him. '…yet, the bullies are too afraid to mess with him…' It was one of those odd things that never quite made sense to Morty. Yet he knew that Rick was no pushover and that was probably why everyone thought twice about starting a fight with him. Honestly, the only one who even dared was… '…aren't I the only one who ever picks arguments with him?' Sure, Morty wasn't stupid enough to try to anger Rick when he was already on the verge of blowing up, but he realized that he hardly backed down when he wanted to get his point across to the other teen – even if it often didn't make much of a difference. Like all the discussions about Rick's obvious alcohol problem and Morty's clear disapproval of it. However, there were other times when Morty argued with Rick about certain things and the other teen was actually the one, who gave in to him. He had never really thought about that, but now it made him wonder where he ever took the courage to do that. 'It's probably because we're friends…' he tried to reason, still cowering against the row of lockers. However, it didn't feel like it was really that. Wasn't it actually because the other was pushing so much until Morty decided to draw a line and fight back? …Well, how couldn't he? Rick always knew how to push his buttons and sometimes he thought that the other was doing it even on purpose. If he would just feel like that when faced with his other bullies, like Dustin right now. '..but he isn't Rick.' Somehow, that seemed to make all the difference. A sob escaped him that had nothing to do with the physical pain. Rick was the only bully in his life that he knew how to handle. And he just wished that he would come back. He would even let the other beat him up like this and if that's what it would take…

When Morty arrived at home, he slowly made his way up the stairs and straight to his room. His body still ached from today's beatings and one of his eyes was swelling up. He knew that he should probably put some ice on it if he wanted to be able to look through it tomorrow, but he just didn't feel bothered enough to go to the kitchen right now. So instead, he let his backpack dropped at the door as soon as he entered his room and plopped down on his bed. His hand almost automatically pulled out his mobile and he began to write a text message. "plz respond", was all that he wrote. He hit 'send' and hoped that Rick would read it. With a sigh, he put the mobile phone away again and buried his face in the pillow, ignoring the uncomfortable pressure that the action put on his bruises. It had been over a week now and he hadn't seen or heard anything from Rick ever since. Morty was trying to call and texting him daily, but Rick had never answered or bothered to reply to his messages. He knew that he was probably being annoying with how many texts he had sent, but the brunet just couldn't help it. There was no other way for him to reach the spiky-haired teen because he still hadn't showed up at school. Morty had even skipped the last period yesterday to check out the garage again, but the door was still closed and his knocking and begging for Rick to open had fallen on deaf ears again. His current life felt like hell right now – and not entirely because of the bullies at school. Honestly, Morty couldn't even imagine how he had been able to live like this before he had met Rick. How he had endured this sad and boring life before the other forced his way inside it and dragged him around for exciting small adventures or science projects. Aside from all of this, it probably wasn't helping him much that he still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the other teen. However, what he was absolutely sure about was that he was missing Rick. Morty lifted his head, taking in a deep and much needed breathe before he rolled on his side. His hand clutched at his stained t-shirt, right at his chest – above his heart. The pain that he currently felt there had nothing to do with the bully-inflicted bruises. He was just missing Rick so. So much that it was physically hurting him. Unbidden, tears welled up in his eyes, running down his cheeks to be soaked up by his pillow. He kept crying until he eventually fell asleep.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Some Things Will Never Change

AN: The wonderful @mrs-sundae drew amazing fanart for "Finding Love on the Citadel" and it inspired me to write this now (-^v^-) It's the one that I'm also using as cover art (thank you for letting me use it!) Really thank you so much, dear <3 Not only for drawing that pic, but also for all the support you always give to me and everyone else in this fandom! Please take this as a little gift in return even if it's not much. Warnings: Rick/Morty smut + sexy lingerie Summary: based on a fanart from @mrs-sundae: Rick V-27 shouldn't really be surprised about anything anymore when coming home to his housewife Morty…but he still does.

Some Things Will Never Change Rick V-27 wasn't thinking much about how his evening would go when he exited the patrol car and bid goodbye to his partner. The police officer expected that it would be just the usual – coming home to his Morty waiting with dinner for him and then some relaxing and cuddling with the boy in front of the TV before they would hop to bed and…have a little more fun. It was almost scary how he had gotten used to this new life after getting together with his grandson. Probably not only that, but life on the Citadel in general. It was just different from his previous life as a scientist, negligent father and asshole-ish grandpa, who tinkered in his daughter's garage and dragged his grandkids on dangerous adventures. If he would be more paranoid, he'd probably suspect that this wasn't real life and he was inside some sort of sitcom – only existing for the entertainment of his audience. He shook his head to get rid of those ridiculous thoughts before he opened the door to his apartment. If his life would be just some sort of TV show, then surely it would have less routine and more exciting things happening other than the occasional gun fight against criminals… Stepping into the kitchen, he prepared himself for the sight of his cute little lover, standing at the stove in his frilly apron and cooking a delicious meal before he would turn around and greet him with a bright smile and a "welcome home, Rick". What greeted him instead was a slightly different sight that made him stop dead in his tracks and heat rush to his cheeks. It was still his little Morty in the kitchen, but instead of standing at the stove, he was on all fours on the floor. His apron was absent – as well as some other clothes – and the brunet wore only cute white stockings with a pink floral pattern and a black garter belt that was adorned with pink ribbons. So, there was nothing that shielded those pale round globes that were facing him and wiggled slightly with each movement as the boy scrubbed the floor. "Wha-what—?" Where and why do they even sell clothes like this on the Citadel?! …even though the answer for the 'why' should be more than obvious… Morty turned around, cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but still smiling. "Oh, welcome home, Rick." "What are you doing? And what's with the outfit?" Rick fought to keep his voice steady, but his face was betraying his current emotions. The teen grinned sheepishly. "I-I've bought something new today and wanted to show you as a surprise after dinner. That's wh-why I've already put in on. But then I accidentally spilled the food all over the floor and on myself when I took the pot from the stove and I had to take my clothes off and clean this up now. I-I'm really sorry, Rick, but I didn't spill everything, so we can still eat dinner." That…actually sounded very much like something that his clumsy little Morty would do. His eyes closed briefly and he inhaled, trying to calm himself down. Sometimes it was hard to tell if the boy was honestly trying or just being accidentally seductive and this was one time where it was actually not on purpose, so he really needed to get it together again. You'd think after all the things he'd done to him, that Rick would have an easier time accomplishing that. Opening his eyes again and looking into the brown irises that stared at him like a puppy that was afraid to be scolded, he sighed. "It's fine. Just stop looking at me like that." Honestly, how could he be angry with him? "Thanks, Rick! I'm done in a minute and then we can eat!" Enthusiastically and without much thought, the boy bent forward again and continued to scrub the floor, his behind wiggling enticingly again and causing another wave of heat to rush to the elder's head…and somewhere else. Figuring that he should probably change out of his uniform in the meantime, he stumbled into the direction of the bedroom, but still entranced, couldn't take his eyes off the boy. "Oh and watch out for the bucket." Morty warned, but heard a splashing sound mid-sentence. He turned around and looked at his grandfather whose foot stood in the aforementioned bucket. Both stared in disbelieve at the now wet appendage for a moment. If this actually was a sitcom, now would be the cue for the audience to laugh. "…I'll just go and take a shower real quick." The elder comment and pulled his soggy foot out of the mopping water again, soap suds still clinging to his soaked pant leg, ignoring the boy's gaze, who was still staring with big eyes at him. 'I better make it a cold one…' He thought as he limped to the bathroom, careful to avoid leaving too many puddles on the way. After cleaning up and changing clothes, the couple was seated at the table and ate. Thankfully, Morty had put some clothes on again, too, so Rick wasn't as distracted by his little lover anymore. "I'm sorry that it's not as much, but there's still dessert, so I guess we'll just have more of that instead." Morty still sounded embarrassed from his mishap when he cleaned the empty plates off the table and went to the fridge to retrieve the sweet treats. Rick's eyes followed him and despite the clothes that the brunet wore, he could still imagine seeing the garter belt underneath it as if he had an x-ray vision. Unwittingly, the thought of Morty as dessert entered his mind and he realized that all hope was lost and his mind was still down the gutter. Still he fought to keep it together and focused on the snacks that the brunet brought to the table. However, his concentration faltered as soon as they were done with dinner and snuggled on the couch. An open bottle of whiskey stood on the table, in close reach and on the screen flickered the Citadel TVs equivalent to America's Got Talent – namely, Citadel's Got Talent. And it was just as bad as the original if not even worse, Rick thought as he absentmindedly watched how a Morty was trying to fart the national anthem while the audience and jury booed and made gagging sounds. His own Morty snuggled closer to him, swinging one leg over his lap as he looked with big eyes up at him. "I'm sorry that I kind of ruined the surprise for you today. B-but if you like…I can show it to you p-properly now…" His cheeks instantly began to light up and Rick suppressed a growl as the now shy boy averted his eyes. It was more than obvious that the last of his self-control was pretty much gone now. And why hold back any longer when Morty was clearly getting into it, too, now? "Show me." He demanded in a low voice that made the teen squirm. Just why did his grandpa always have to sound so sexy when they were doing this? Nonetheless, Morty disentangled himself from the other and stood up to strip off the clothes that he had put on before dinner. He didn't dare to put on a striptease for Rick, but hoped that he was at least able to make it look a little sexy and not completely silly as he took off his shirt and let his pants slide down the soft curves of his body. Unlike before, he had put on a thong (which did not quite match with the rest of the outfit, but that didn't bother the elder in the slightest), but still wore the cute stockings and garter belt. Slowly the teen crawled back onto his grandfather's lap, who couldn't even keep his hands off him for a full second, as he instantly grabbed Morty's hips. Old and worn fingers toyed with the garter belt, running teasingly along the straps – and the warm skin underneath it – moving all over the thighs and the soft material of the stockings before going back up again, to feel around the pink g-string. Morty sighed as he was felt up by the skilled and familiar hands of his grandfather and leaned boldly forward to steal a kiss. This time a growl escaped the old man and he pulled the boy closer by grabbing his ass. While he hungrily kissed the smaller back, his hands massaged the soft round flesh, which in turn made the brunet whimper into his mouth. Patience already no more than a thin thread, Rick didn't feel like wasting much time with foreplay now. The entire evening was already unnecessarily long foreplay to him and he decided that Morty had teased him more than enough. So, he began to fumble with the thong, carefully maneuvering it over the boy's hips until the brunet was forced to break off the kiss and get down from his lap, so he could pull it down all the way. Rick was okay with the rest of the sexy underwear, so it was allowed to stay on, but that one thing was in the way and needed to get off as quick as possible. Fortunately, his grandson didn't complain about his eagerness and followed obediently, stepping out of the pink garment before sitting back on the elder's lap again. Lips met once more and Morty's arms wrapped around the other's neck, his already hard erection pressing against the bulge in Rick's pants, which elicited a muffled moan from the younger. Seemed like Rick wasn't the only one who was quite eager now. Which was really fine. Without breaking the contact between them, the elder fumbled for the lube that he had wisely put in his pants pocket, blindly opening it and covering his fingers in the slick substance. Morty moaned once more as he felt a wet fingertip at his entrance, his muscles relaxing in anticipation almost as if developed through Pavlovian conditioning and he didn't need to wait for long. One long finger slid smoothly into him, all the way up to the hilt with no resistance. The digit withdrew as quickly as it came and returned with a friend, the boy again taking it in stride and with a muffled groan. Rick almost grinned against his lover's lips as he gently fingered and widened him. At least some things will never change… Even though with how often they did this and technically not needing it, the elder inserted a third finger to prepare the smaller one. He growled again as Morty eagerly humped against him, alternating between thrusting against his crotch and back on his fingers. When small hands suddenly pulled down the hem of his pants and vanished inside to stroke his hard member, it was decidedly too much for Rick. In one fluid motion, he stopped the kiss and pulled his fingers from Morty's ass and stood up from the couch, lifting his lover in the same movement. Before the brunet could fully realize what happened, he squeaked in surprise as he was maneuvered back on the couch on his stomach. The other quickly followed and took a seat on the back of his thighs, grinning down at the younger even though Morty couldn't see that. The boy was clearly excited (he actually loved it when they were doing it doggy-style, being reminded of their first time), but also confused and wriggled around a bit. It was impossible for him to get on his hands and knees this way and he whined, not happy with Rick teasing him like this. The elder shifted a little, but his weight still held the boy down. "I know you wanna spread your pretty thighs for me, but just s-stay like this, Morty." Without waiting for a reply, he shifted once more and entered the teen in one single thrust. He groaned loudly and murmured, "Fuck! So tight!" Morty's snug tunnel felt even tighter than usual in this position and he briefly wondered why they hadn't done it like this before. Tossing that thought out of the window because it didn't really matter at the moment, Rick put all his focus on fucking his lover into the couch now. Loud moans and groans filled the room, accompanied by the squeaking of the couch's springs, as the elder set a hard and fast pace. "You always have to do that, don't you Morty?" he growled into his small lover's ear. "Always-always dressing up sexily because you know ec-exactly that it's driving me crazy!" "I wasn't… hngh… wasn't t-trying to-to… ahh… I o-only wanted—Oh RICK!!" What Rick did to him felt so good that he was unable to speak properly. His small fingers dug into the bolster, holding on for dear life even though he would have preferred to hold onto his lover like this, which was of course impossible in their current position. Somehow, it felt like Rick was filling him more than ever as he was fucking him, his balls noisily smacking against his asscheeks with each thrust. His erection was also rubbing against the cushions with every movement, the heated flesh wedged between his stomach and the couch. It was obvious that he wouldn't be able to last very long like this. "Aah… hah… R-Rick…I-nghn-I'm gonna…" He tried to warn the other weakly. "Yeah, me…uhn…me, too, Morty." One hand entangled in brown locks and pushed down on the back of Morty's head, the other was on the brunet's hip, pulling the boy closer as Rick rutted even more frantically into his lover. He could leave the whole slow and gentle stuff for a second round in the bedroom, but now he just wanted to reach that sweet high of gratification. "Y-yes! Ahh-aah!" He wasn't alone on that quest as Morty tried to animate the other to finish both of them off. As much as he loved to be held down and have Rick fuck him as if he was some kind of wild animal, it still wasn't enough and he whined as he helpless squirmed in the other's grip. "Pl-please…nghn…please deeper, R-Rick!" Growling like a beast, long fingers pulled on the brown strands and hips slammed powerfully against the younger. Morty practically screamed as his climax washed over him like a tidal wave. His back arched as much as was possible in his current position and his legs flexed, the heels of both feet pushing against Rick's lower back since this was the only thing that he could do right now. With a loud groan and some last minimal thrusts, Rick followed him, his seed spilling inside the younger's spasming heat. After the pleasurable waves ebbed, the elder sunk down on his lover, careful not to squish him with his entire weight. As they laid there, trying to catch their breath, Morty tried not to think about the mess that he just made on the couch cushions and that he would have to clean up later. The brunet sighed as soft kisses were peppered along the sweaty skin of his back. "So, I guess…you liked the surprise?" He asked for confirmation. "I always like your little surprises, Morty." Rick whispered back. "There's just one thing I'm wondering about…" "Hmm? What is it?" "Where on the Citadel do you always buy those outfits and lingerie?"

AN: Sorry, it's so short, but I hope that it was still okay. And poor Rick hardly does any shopping, so he has no idea what you can even buy on the Citadel…it's about time he starts changing that :D Again, I like to point out that fanart inspires me to write and it makes me so happy and I absolutely love receiving it, so I'll gladly accept more of that <3

Part 4 of Citadel Cops in Love

Part 1 of Citadel Cops in Love: Finding Love on the Citadel

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Part 2 of Citadel Cops in Love: A Morty’s Kinks

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Part 3 of Citadel Cops in Love: A Rick’s Jealousy and Possessiveness

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Part 5 of Citadel Cops in Love: An Unlikely Duo

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Part 6 of Citadel Cops in Love: One Rick’s Happiness is another Rick’s Sadness

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