Chapter 8

It was four days later before they made it back to the ship. Rick's body was nearly lifeless. He was twitching with severe withdrawal symptoms. He was clammy and pale. He was drooling and cursing out orders to people who were not there. The dark circles under his eyes were like staring into the abyss. Morty, half dragging him, was in no better condition physically. They had fought long and hard. They had used all their explosives. They had to eat anything they killed. They had to build a oxygen extractor with excess energy from the portal gun to wire up to their masks every hour so they would not die of the toxicity. They had to learn the entire insect language in while hiding in the vents in order to rig their computers to implode the entire compound and THEN they had to make the twenty three-mile trek back without the masks they so desperately needed, but Rick and Morty, ever the surviors, ever the champions of the universe, had done it.

So when they found Jesse, perfect, almost glowing, perched up on top of the ship with a handmade banjo and what appeared to be one of Rick's flasks tucked in his lap...you could say that the final straw that broke the metaphorical camel's back had been tossed on along with a pile of rocks just to be safe.

"Well, there you guys are. I've been waiting for days! Damn, you look like you've been through hell and a McDonalds factory. Get in the ship, I had a couple words with the 'ol gal and she was more than happy to provide all the lovely breathing air I could ever want. I figure you'd show up here sooner or later. You were cutting it close though, I was about ready to re-hardwire her to take me back."

"W-what...how... the aliens...?" Morty asked.

"Oh, those bugs? Yeah, they were nasty, almost had me, but I've been hunting before, they were pretty easy to redirect. I put some slim jims in the shot-gun and they took after it like dogs. ...I guess... I mean I may have shot it in the direction y'all were headed. Gosh. I hope that didn't cause any issues."

Rick pulled out a pistol. "If you've so much as looked at my ships traveling lo-OUGH-gs, logs, I will end you, right here. Right now."

"Hey, easy, easy, now. Right, Morty. ...M-Morty? Want to help a fella out here?"

"O-oh Rick, I-I'm so tired, don't...ya' know, don't kill him. It would just be more work to clean the blood off of the ship."

After a moment Rick sighed and lowered the pistol. "...Y-eah Morty, yeah I am beat...but listen here you son of a Walmart whore. You keep your hands off my grandson. He's not your's anymore."

"Not mine?" Jesse asked.

"Come on M-Morty, help an old man to his flask- I mean, ship."

"Can do, Rick. I get half of it though."

"Sure, anything for you bud."

Morty tenderly hobbled with Rick over to the driver's side of the spaceship.

"Oh, I see what's happening here. I knew there was something fucked up about this. Your own Grandfather, Morty? I tell you what, I've seen some things, but never that."

"Can I shoot him now?" Rick said after a long swig.

"No."

"But...OUGH but he knows Morty."

"Outside of rules, Rick. I don't care how other people view this. Nobody, but us gets to decide our fate, Rick. They won't be the ones living the sham of a life if we don't do what our heart's want. No, what our hearts need, Rick. I won't hide anymore, from anyone. Rick and Morty, remember? 100 years, remember?"

Rick sighed. "Yeah, 100 years...I remember."

"Well, that's just sweet. Weird...but heck, I can get on that. In fact, I have had a bit of a crush on you for a while, Rick. You look like the type who can take charge of someone like me. Really put me in my place." Jesse sauntered over and was walking two fingers along Rick's chest. "What do you say, big guy. Want to make me the lucky pierre?"

"Ok, you can shoot him now," Morty said.

"With plea-OUGH-sure," Rick replied, wasting no time in raising the gun he still held in his hand. His finger never leaving its easy grasp on the trigger. Almost as if knowing this was to be the outcome all along. Rick shot Jesse in between the eyes before he could squeak out any sort of plea. They both watched as his body slid to the ground, eyes wide open, tongue lolling out of his mouth, and a tent pitched in his pants.

"Man, what a weirdo," Morty said with a shiver, hopping over to his side.

"C-OUGH-Called it!" Rick gloated.

"Yeah, yeah, you know everything, now let's go home."

"Oh no, Morty. Not home."

Curious, but too tired to argue, Morty sunk back into his seat as Rick set some coordinates into the computer. "W-where are we going, Rick?"

"I promised you some of my time and knowledge I believe, but-but-but Morty, I can't do something like that in the house. Not my daughters house M-Morty."

"Oh," Morty said, heat rising to his face. "Well, um….I…"

"No pressure tonight, Morty. Grandpa needs sleep, and by the looks of it, so do you."

"Oh thank god, I didn't want to hurt your feelings Rick, but I am so not in the mood right now."

"Trust me. I know what I am doing, Morty."

"I do trust you, Rick."

They traveled through space quietly after that, too tired to talk, too exhausted to sleep. It was nearly two hours before Rick pulled up to a satellite hovering above a giant crystal planet. You could see right through it, and the only reason Morty even knew it was there at all against the vaccum of space was the spaceships headlights rebounding back off of it and into their faces.

"Where are we?" Morty asked.

"This is a nice little hotel I like to visit every now and again. The owner owes me big for setting up a force field around the planet to protect them from Shmuttlepuffs."

"What are Shmuttl-?"

Rick cut in impatiently. "Think space mosquitoes with a dangerous affinity for laying their eggs under your eyelids."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, well I happened to be passing by and heard their SOS. I had nothing to do so I popped over and set it up for them."

"Wow just like that?"

"I can be a nice guy sometimes, Morty."

"No… tell me the truth."

Rick sighed. "So, they may have had this antidote I needed to save Summers ass once."

"Oh, and they gave it to you for efforts?"

"...Not exactly, look don't mention it while we are here, they still think it was destroyed in an gas explosion."

"Ok, Rick." Morty said, not even close to surprised.

"Good, now let's go get us a bed."

That sounded like heaven to Morty.

Getting a room was fairly painless, but something about the 'Oh, it's you two again' comment from the staff woman didn't sit right with him. This was the first time he'd been here...which meant Rick had some explaining to do. When Morty brought it up after they had showered and changed into PJ's, each in turn to avoid any premature sloppy action, Rick lowered his head a little and his pale sallow cheeks changed color to a dull red. Rick flushed- IN EMBARRASSMENT!

"Oh god, Rick, that bad? I don't think I've ever seen your cheeks with this much color."

"S-Shut I...Oh...Ok I U-Um…" Rick said, trying to defensively sink down within himself, but unable to scold Morty for something he himself did.

Woah. Morty thought.

"I...may….ha-OUGH-ve…" Rick's voice was tight and strained, like he was forcing out a gigantic turd. " I-I..built an A.I...of you."

"Ah! A clone, Rick!? YOU SICK BASTARD!"

"No! Morty, you little shit, listen! I said an A.I.! A-I! A robot. But...it was pretty lifelike, Morty."

"And you brought me, it, here. Did you...do it...with my A.I.!?"

"...Yeah…I did...I am sorry Morty." Rick said, unable to say much else.

"As if I wasn't already nervous enough, Rick! You know all of me already! How am I supposed to compete with that, Rick?! You selfish bastard! You took away our first time for your own twisted pleasure while I, Rick, I have been suffering!"

"No! Morty, I swear. I swear I didn't know we were going to be together. I was doing it as a way to somehow cure myself, Morty. I thought if I could get it all out of my system…"

"How did you not know, Rick! You know everything! Even I knew, Rick!"

"Well… I had hoped...but after that party at the football stadium… I hit a really dark place, Morty. And it was either fuck your A. I. or kill Jerry, Morty. I swear I would have killed him."

"Why?"

"W-OUGH-Why? Because he's a JERRY!" Rick said with a huff.

Morty sighed, squshing his eyebrows together and rolling over in bed to crunch into a ball away from Rick. " Let's get some sleep."

"Do you forgive me?"

"No! Rick, NO! ...not yet anyway. Just...make it up to me tomorrow...then we will see."

Silence. Then in a resigned tone, Rick said, "Okay, Morty."

Rick crawled into bed too and they fell into a deep sleep. Comfortable. Peaceful. Dreamless. And sometime during the night, Morty searched out his Grandfather's warmth. Rick turned out to be very accommodating, with one arm tucked under Morty's head and half of Morty's body cuddled up to Rick's side, they stayed like that until long after either of them needed breakfast. No words. No doubts.

But eventually, it had to come to an end. Morty really needed to use the toilet, so he pushed himself away from Rick and made his way to the bathroom.

Prepping his body for sex with another man was something Morty was used to by now, but no less uncomfortable. He spent the next three hours near the bathroom while Rick bitched about it and wrote out plans for an alternative method for cleaning out a colon.

"Seriously, I don't have time for this Morty. Don't you know that I need to be at Perciptonlyn's third moon in less than a week-AND I need to come with a temolin infused bomb. One I haven't built yet, Morty."

"This isn't a walk-in the park for me either, Rick! God, it's been a few days since I last ate, how can I possibly have this much shit. It is miserable."

"Don't worry, Morty. I am making plans now." Rick said, scribbling furiously on a small notepad he had found in one of the desks. When he had filled seventy-three pages, he gave up and went out in search of food. Morty used that time to brush his teeth and shave. Rick may be an asshole, but Morty still wanted to look nice for him.

Rick came back with a feast and Morty, starving, ate half of it. Rick fought was on par with him and that was when tensions became tight-for the last dumpling.

"Get your hands off it you fucking bastard." Rick yelled.

"Rick, I swear, I'll never forgive you for fucking my A.I. if I don't get this dumpling."

"And how much do you think I care about your forgiveness, Morty?"

"You'll care a lot more if I just forget this whole thing and go tell Mom...or Dad…"

"You wouldn't."

"Give me the dumpling, Rick."

"OVER MY DEAD CORPSE, MORTY!"

Unfortunately, it only got worse. Morty ended up with a busted lip a fractured rib cage and Rick, with a black eye and a broken finger. The old man was more scrappy than Morty had thought.

Finally, they stopped when a large space rat crawled out of the wall, took the dumpling, and spat the word " Barbarians!" in an English accent before scuttling back into his hole.

Rick had been saddling Morty, choking him, and with the threat of the long cold food neutralized, their positions took on new meaning. He released Morty's neck and trailed a hand down his chest, lifted his shirt and tweaked Morty's right nipple. Morty let out a gasp of surprise.

"What do you say we get down to the "making it up to you" part. Rick breathed.

Morty was almost disoriented, to go from raging and furious to wanton lust and breathless fear made his head spin- and his body react violently. Rick didn't give him a chance to think. He covered Morty's mouth with his own and set his other hand to work on Morty's other nipple, tweaking both in delicious patterns that made Morty squirm.

Morty wasn't going to let Rick win him over this time. Wasn't going to make him act like a dead fish as he was sure his A.I. counterpart had. Morty flipped Rick over and used all his strength to pin his hands behind his head. Morty parted Rick's legs with his knees and dipped his pelvis down to grind into Rick's massive behemoth cock between their layer of clothes.

To his pleasure, Rick let out a groan, but not before slipping a hand from Morty and winding it in his hair. Yanking it backward and thrusting his own hips upwards.

"Riiick..." Morty whined, "You can't top from the bottom, Rick."

"I-I can do whatever I want Mo-ORGH-ty. Now take off your clothes."

"Just me, Rick. What about you?"

"You're such a baby," Rick said. He shoved Morty off of him and began to slowly peel off his clothes. Unbuttoning his lab coat. Unclipping his wristwatch and flinging it across the room. Morty was entranced. Rick undressed with fever and fury, but his eyes were locked on Morty's. He was calm and in control of every movement. Morty knew Rick knew that it drove him crazy. Slowly Morty moved, crawling across the carpet to help him unzip his trousers and unleash his monster.

And what a monster it was.

Morty didn't like dick. He knew that. But this was the most beautiful one he'd ever seen-aside from his own, to which he was partial. A full 11 inches of thick sausage. Perfectly sculpted, from base to tip. It was already dripping, and it was such a lewd sight that from someone that was usually so cold. Morty looked up at Rick for permission. He chuckled and nodded. "Knock yourself out."

That was a challenge if Morty ever heard one. Rick didn't think he was good enough. Well, Morty may be new to dick, but he had learned some things from Jesse that could be applied here.

So he proved Rick wrong.

He started out slow at first, as you do. Taking his time and learning every bump. Every vein, every smooth hard surface, savoring the flavor of salty and clean and purely Rick.

In, out. In, out. In, out. Twist the tongue around the head. In, out. Squeeze the ballsack. In, out. In, out. Drag his fingernails down Rick's hips. In, out. In, out.

He took his time to enjoy himself, notice every little sharp intake of breath Rick made. Once he felt he had of Ricks trigger point's down, he picked up the pace. He pushed Rick deep into the back of his throat until he felt his own body respond. He was hard now too and it was all he could do to keep from touching himself. Morty knew he could make it quick for himself, but not nearly as satisfying as if he let him leak all over himself in anticipation for whatever Rick had in store for him.

"F-fu-CK! Morty. Fuck….You...gotta… I can't… stop…" Rick said through clenched teeth. Shoving his hands in Morty's hair he took over control of the pace, faster and faster he forced Morty to take more of him. Morty couldn't breathe. Again and again Rick slammed into him and Morty expected it would all be over soon, but Rick surprised him. After a few moments more, when he felt Rick swell in his mouth and he had prepared himself to take all of Ricks load- almost cruelly, Rick pulled away. Very suddenly. Denying him everything. Morty instantly wanted to pull him back into his mouth, Rick held him at bay.

"Not...Done...With You...Yet." Rick huffed as he stumbled away to collect himself. "Now...strip for me, Morty."

God his voice was amazing. Morty thought, with lips burning from stretching so wide. He stripped as slowly and sensually as he could. Turning every now and again to show Rick his ass. Morty had a nice ass, Jesse had told him so many, many, times.

When his boxers fell to the floor, precum dribbled after it. Rick raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "So ready for me to take control of you, are you?"

Morty whined despite himself. " Yes… p-please, Rick."

"That's what I like to hear. Now lay on the bed. No, on your stomach. Yeah, th-OUGH-at, that's nice Morty. Lift up your ass. Show me everything."

Morty was embarrassed by these requests, but not uncomfortably so. He was just so eager to have Rick inside him already. So when he felt Ricks tongue instead of his cock, Morty jumped. "W-what are you doing Rick?"

"Shh, relax. Just focus on the sensation. I want to taste you first."

Rick blew cold air on Morty's hole. Then hot. He made circles and patterns that drove Morty wild. Rick even used his teeth to scrape him gently. With his right hand, reached around to slowly and sensually stroke Morty's cock. It was twitching uncontrollably now. He wanted to cum so bad. If he didn't get some relief soon…he was probably going to go insane.

"R-Rick. Please." Morty said, pushing his ass further into Rick's face, unable to control himself.

"Yes, Morty… I love the way you look. So are so beautiful when you beg for me. Do it again." Rick said.

"Pleeease. Oh god, Rick! Please! I-Im begging. See. Please!"

"Please what?"

"You're going to make me say it?"

"Yeah. Say it, Morty. Tell Grandpa what you want."

"Ahnn. Oh god. I- I want your cock inside me. Please Rick, hurry!"

"Good boy. Ok. I'll give it to you."

Morty couldn't describe it. From the first touch of the skin of Rick's cock to Morty's hot asshole. From the fear that Rick would be too big, to the cold wetness of the lube, to the burning as he stretched to accommodate, inch by slow inch. Feeling so full. So right. So wrong.

"Rick this is too much. I have to cum. Please stop stroking me or I'll cum too soon."

"Oh no...not yet Morty," Rick said, voice dipping down a few octaves. "Just try to hold off. Let's see how well you can control yourself."

Morty keened.

Then Rick started to move in earnest. Slow, shallow. Deep, Hard. Slow, deep. He never hit Morty the same way twice and every new experience threatened to send Morty over the edge. With Rick's hard stomach and chest pressed into his back along with Rick ever sensually, ever slowly stroking his shaft with his right hand.

"I-I, oh...ah….AHN! I can't anymore, Rick. AHHHHHN!" Morty moaned and finally, he shuddered, violently. So violently that Rick was forced to haul him up onto his knees so he could keep working Morty's cock. Making sure he stroked it through every last spasm.

Morty didn't think he had ever come so hard, so much, in his life. The afterglow immediate and heaven like. His face flushed. His body tingled all over. His entire form went limp and he just panted, unable to enthusiastically push back into Rick as he picked up his own rhythm.

That didn't stop Rick. He dragged his hands roughly up and down Morty's body in his passion. One settled for clutching Morty's thigh, the other tweaked his nipple, highly sensitive from having just finished. Morty, let out a strangled hiss as Rick pinched it, then smiled when he heard his grandfather's labored huffs of breath become stronger. That Rick was so turned on by Morty's noises, made Morty smile mischievously and for Rick, he moaned softly with each thrust. Rick grunted and his thrusting came harder and more sporadic. Rick was close too.

"Turn around M-Morty."

"What?"

"TURN!" Rick yelled desperately as he pulled out and flipped Morty over. Two thrusts into his own hand and Rick came all over Morty's body. His stomach. His face. His hair. Morty was surprised at first, but then smiled and scooped some onto his fingers to lick up.

"B-B-Beautiful…." Rick said in awe.

Morty was touched he thoguht so. Rick collapsed on him, and Morty stroked his hair, feeling Ricks' heart thud against his stomach.

They stayed like that for a while. Silence was the most comfortable language between them. It was only later as Rick drew a bath and they scrubbed each other clean that Morty froze in pure panic for a good thirty minutes.

"Wh-what's wrong with you?"

"Oh god, what have I done, Rick? You're my Mom's Dad!"

" BOUGH- Yeah, but you're my daughter's kid. I am pretty sure I win th-that one M-M-OURGH-ty."

"It's not about winning, Rick."

"Yes, it is, it-OUGH- is always about winning."

Morty sighed.

"What are we going to do now?" Morty asked.

"Well...you-you can just finish up college...then we will... take off," Rick said. If Morty wasn't mistaken, there was a question in his words.

"Leave!?" Morty's voice scaled. "What about Mom?"

"O-Oh shut your panties, Morty. Beth and Jerry aren't going to miss me too much, not with the way I have been the last few years...I m-mean, we will come back for human holidays and stuff, Morty...but no matter what, they won't accept us here Morty. We can ignore their insults and stares...for a while anyway. They'll win though. They are stronger than we are...I know a few planets where we wouldn't be judged. I...I'll buy a house. No! I'll build a house for us, Morty. A little at a time while you finish your degree, Morty. Then we can just…"

"Be normal?"

"Well, no, Morty, you idiot. We will never be normal, ...but we can pretend we are."

Morty thought a moment. Looking into Rick's eyes to judge the seriousness of his offer. His eyes were drawn to the side as if afraid Morty would scorn him for even thinking it.

"O-okay. Yeah….I like the sound of that, Rick."

Rick smiled a genuine smile. Something rare for him. "Me too, sport. Now, what do you say we hit the whirly-dhirly before heading home?"

"Sweet! The first one who pukes buys the other a drink?" Morty asked, grabbing Rick's flask from the bathroom floor and downing it.

"You're on," Rick said, narrowing his eyes, as he stood to go acquire more liquor from the suitcase.

THE END! YAY!