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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Rape/Non-con, Somnophilia, Non-Consensual_Somnophilia, Minor
      Injuries, Eventual_Consent, at_the_very_end, Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, Sex,
      Sadism
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-12 Words: 1672
****** Out Like a Light ******
by prick_and_murrty
Summary
     Request on Tumblr:
     “fic request : somnophilia noncon - Morty can’t wake up so Rick rapes
     his tight ass”
      
     Rick’s eyes trail over Morty and he purses his lips, shifting so he’s
     in a more comfortable position on the floor. The dust and colorful
     ash against his cheeks is oddly endearing, and Rick feels his fingers
     itch with the need to reach out and touch.
Notes
     Send me a fic request @prick-and-murrty.tumblr.com
The size of the explosion isn’t anything to actually be worried about. In all
honesty, compared to otherexplosions Rick’d seen this one was significantly
unimpressive. (It isfairly loud, though, so there’s that.) Yet the noise Morty
makes as it goes off has Rick whipping around so fast he gets dizzy. There’s an
incredible amount of bluish-purple smoke, and it smells kind of like beer, and
it’s got Rick coughing and glaring - but it doesn’t stop him from running head
first into it, panic and adrenaline just starting to bloom in his chest.

It takes a minute, after his eyes stop stinging, but he spots Morty’s yellow
shirt through the smoke and he drops to his knees beside him. Morty’s on his
stomach, and he’s not moving, but there’s no giant puddle of blood to indicate
he’s dead so Rick doesn’t try to be gentle as he flips him over with ease.
There’s some soot and a few scrapes on his face, weird technicolor ash smudged
against his cheek. He’s otherwise unruffled and Rick sighs heavily. 
“Jesus, kid, gave me a heart attack there,” Rick scoffs, trying to sound more
angry than distressed. It doesn’t matter though because Morty doesn’t move, not
so much as a twitch, and Rick’s eyes narrow. “Morty?”
Again, no response. Rick reaches forwards and presses his fingers against
Morty’s neck, feeling for a pulse. Yeah, he’s alive. But he’s not moving -
waking up. The explosion wasn’t anywhere near big or strong enough to have hurt
Morty enough to put him into something like a coma, and he’s pretty sure Morty
didn’t hit his head thathard on the ground when he fell.
He’d probably fainted from fright - Rick wouldn’t put it past him. Morty had a
pretty easily startled heart. Rick sighed, rolling his eyes overdramatically
even though no one was there to see it.
“Yeah, okay, Morty - j-just pass out from a minor explosion. How am I supposed
to finish my experiment now,” He glances back at what he’d been working on with
a sort of bored expression. He could, technically, go back and keep working.
But it seemed uninteresting, now. After all, Morty was about ninety percent of
his inspiration on bad days. It just didn’t feel the same doing it by himself,
mostly sober - sure if he was more than just tipsy, then he’d keep working non-
stop. He’s got the attention span of a goldfish on crack. Rick’s eyes trail
over Morty and he purses his lips, shifting so he’s in a more comfortable
position on the floor. The dust and colorful ash against his cheeks is oddly
endearing, and Rick feels his fingers itch with the need to reach out and
touch.
He keeps himself from doing it for about point two seconds, because when had he
ever been a man of patience? Rick lets the tips of his fingers just barely
graze over the soft curve of the other’s cheek, admiring the contrast in color
between his and Morty’s skin. He presses his fingers down, feeling his face
like it’s an amazing new device he’s just dyingto figure out. And he supposes,
in a sense, Morty kind of is.
At least so far as how Morty holds his attention at any given point. Without
really thinking about it Rick scoots up, curling his hand around Morty’s face,
cupping his cheek. Gently. He’d never be this gentle with someone in a
different situation - but the way Morty doesn’t even so much as stur, the soft
in and out of his breathing, has Rick feeling like he’s got to protect Morty.
That, and it’s got his pants tightening in the front.
Not really the first time, but now that he’s here Rick feels compelled to
actually do something about it. Can’t be rejected if they can’t talk. Rick
grips the other side of Morty’s face, pulling him upwards and arching the boy’s
limp body up so he can steal a kiss from him. It only go so far as a tender
kiss - Rick’s never been one for kissing unless it’s two sided, then it’s just
no fun. Morty smells nice, too, like soap and that stupid flower scented candle
that he’s got in his bedroom.
There’s an underlying tang of beer, which Rick knows is coming from the smoke
around him, but can’t help but feel almost excited at the prospect of Morty
being shitfaced. He can almost imagine what it’d be like, almost exactly like
this, except instead of passed out Morty’s just so drunk he’s entirely
compliant and goes along with whatever Rick wants.
That sends a shiver down his spine, and he’s shoving his hands under Morty’s
shirt before he can stop himself. He want’s to leave at least somemark that
he’s been here, even if Morty won’t even know what or who it’s from. Rick can
always lie and say it was from the explosion. He’s sure Morty’s naive enough to
believe it, too. His hands go to Morty’s nipples, and he pinches them as he
brings his face down and pulls his shirt up most of the way with his teeth - no
need to stop what he’s doing, he can multitask like a pro.
He gets to work lavishing Morty’s chest, enraptured by the softness of his
skin. Morty’s breathing rate increases, but otherwise doesn’t react. Rick
smirks, dragging his fingers over Morty’s rib cage, feeling the individual
bones underneath his fingertips. He thinks, absently, about how it’d be so
easyto break them. He’s had practice, he knows how to do it, and the entire
thought process really emphasizes how vulnerable Morty is right now.
Rick could do anything to him and Morty could stop him. Speaking of - Rick’s
eyes hone in on Morty’s crotch, narrowing as he spots the noticeable tent in
Morty’s pants to match his own. He doesn’t even hesitate, no question on his
mind as he pulls back and undoes his and Morty’s pants. Rick grips him by the
hips, pulling him up so he’s more or less sitting in his lap, their dicks
rubbing together wonderfully. Rick hisses through his teeth as he bucks,
glancing to Morty’s face for a reaction.
There’s a slight flush to his cheeks, and his brows are crumpled together, but
he’s not waking up. Rick almost wantshim to. Taste the sweet satisfaction of
seeing Morty’s face at what he’s doing - but then that’d end this and Rick
isn’t really too keen on stopping right now. He takes them both in hand for a
moment, jerking them off as his lust filled eyes roam over Morty’s body, taking
in the sight of him prone on the floor.
He’s got a rising urge to bite Morty but that’d surely wake him up, so he
resists. What Rick doesn’t resist is the urge to bury himself in Morty, and he
pulls away just enough to tear Morty’s pants and underwear off. He gets one
shoe off, but the other proves to be too much for him and he decides that fuck
it, that’s too much trouble. He considers for a moment how he wants to do this,
and in the end he drags Morty back into his lap.
He pulls his cheeks apart, licking his lips as he tilts his head to get a
better look. Morty is so soft everywhereand it makes Rick so hard it hurts. He
reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a bottle of lube he keeps with him
everywhere, uncapping it and coating three fingers with it. He’s got to prepare
him or else Morty will most definitely wake up. That doesn’t mean Rick takes
his time, shoving two into Morty without so much as a preparative breath.
His eyes are trained to Morty’s face, watching for any sign that he’s waking
up, but once again he gets nothing. He finger fucks Morty with earnest, trying
to get some kind of reaction out of him, and grins when, by the third finger,
Morty makes a quiet moan. God, that’s hot. He pulls his fingers out, giving
himself a quick rub to coat himself in lube, before he lines up and pushes in
oh soslowly.
Morty makes another noise, squirming, his fist clenching against the concrete
floor and Rick is practically vibrating with adrenaline and arousal. By the
time he’s seated full in Morty he recognizes that he’s not going to last long,
but that’s okay. It doesn’t need to last long - just being able to do this is
more than enough. That doesn’t stop him from testing the ropes though, rocking
hard into the first thrust.
Rick moans when he sees Morty literally slideacross the floor with the force of
his thrust. He sets a steady, brutal pace, watching Morty intently. It’s
probably one of the hottest experiences he’s had in awhile, and he’s biting his
lip to keep himself from coming right then. Morty is warm and soft, and the
slick slide of his thrusts is amazing - and then there’s the look on Morty’s
face, of pure ecstasy yet slack with sleep, the way his face is flushed and how
he sounds as he moans.
Rick closes his eyes, gripping Morty’s legs - also soft - as he feels heat in
his gut pool almost to a tipping point. Then there’s a whine and an audible
gasp, and Rick freezes, his eyes snapping open. Morty’s eyes are halfway
lidded, his mouth dropped open in question even as drool trickles out of his
mouth.
“Rick?” He asks, voice hoarse and rough, and instantly Rick can feel the sudden
shift in Morty’s muscles as he reflexively stiffens.
Rick thinks, then, that it’s over - he’s fucked. In retrospect he shouldn’t
have taken it so far, really, but he couldn’t help himself. It was just so
easy. If only he’d -
“Ahh,” Morty tries, pressing his own fist against his cheek like he’s trying to
ground himself. Rick blinks, startled. “D-Don’t stop, Rick. P-Please.”
Oh.
Well, if he was going to ask so nicely.
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