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works/10547470.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez/Summer_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith, Summer_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-05 Words: 2424
****** Still ******
by angelofthetrench
Summary
     Rick didn't love his family. He wanted to own them. And while Morty
     knew he was doomed to suffer his grandfather's sick desires, he
     refused to leave Summer to a similar fate. But Morty should have
     known better than to cross Rick...
Notes
     Hey guys, long time no see! I wrote this in response to the first
     episode of season 3, ""The Rickshank Redemption." I really wanted to
     explore just how evil Rick had become/revealed himself to be. Again,
     there is rape in this fic, so read at your own risk.
     I'm wubbalubbabullshit on tumblr if you wanna come sin with me there.
     Enjoy! <3
Rick's breath bellowed in Morty's face, thick and hot. Putrid. The smell was
enough to make Morty feel sick, acid rising in the back of his throat. He had
almost forgotten what a strong odor Rick had built up from his years of
drinking and drug abuse. Rotting yellowed teeth, skin a sickly color as if his
body was already dying-- he was rotting from the inside out. He was disgusting,
yet Morty could not bring himself to push Rick away.
 
“See? What-- what did I tell you, Morty? They won't,” The man burped in his
face, and Morty tried not to gag, “b-believe you.” Rick's large, bony hand was
roaming down Morty's body, tracing the curves it knew so well. “I-I've got them
wrapped around, around my finger Morty.”

Rick was right. Morty knew he was right, but he had still hoped he could reason
with Summer. He had noticed looks she had given Rick, noticed the marks on her
neck. Morty knew what was happening. But had been dumb enough to think it
wasn't too late to stop it. She was lovesick, but smart. He had thought she
would listen to reason. But she had brushed him off, she became defensive,
saying Morty was just jealous that grandpa Rick was finally dumping him for
her. Morty knew she was blinded by her love for Rick, a feeling the boy was all
too familiar with, but her words stung. And in the midst of his frustration and
hurt Rick had found Morty to rub salt in the wound.

Rick's calloused fingers dragged over Morty's bird-like chest, across his hip
bones, stopping to allow his thumb to trace small circles there. Morty's body
was responding of it's own accord, out of habit rather than arousal. Morty
wanted this to stop, wanted these hands to never touch him again, wanted his
grandpa out of their lives and far away from him and his sister. Yet despite
his wishes his flesh melted into the warmth of the old man's hand, his whole
body rose to meet him, and his heart couldn't help but flutter in his chest.
His body was an enemy to him, betraying his true desires, undermining his
protests.
 
“Y-you're sick Rick, y-y-y-you're disgusting. I don't care what you do to me,
but I know what you're doing to Summer and I'm not--”

“N-Not what? Not gonna let me get away with it, Morty? I'm not getting away
with anything. She's letting me-- just, just like you're letting me.” With that
Rick's hand moved to cup the boy's arousal, and a smile formed on his lips as
Morty shut his eyes, helpless. Rick continued to grope and squeeze, drawing a
few soft moans from his grandson, laughing as he moved to gently kiss the shell
of the boy's ear. “What, you got nothing to say now, h-huh Morty?”

Morty could feel the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. His hips were
starting to thrust now, grinding against the rough hand. It almost hurt, sex
with Rick was never painless, but his body was well trained. He wanted to
speak, but the words were drowning in him, and he was aware of Rick biting his
ear, his neck, sucking and breaking the skin as his skillful hands began to
undo Morty's pants.

The rush of cold air on his burning flesh caused Morty to gasp, and he prayed
he could find the strength to shove the man away. But before the courage could
build Rick's hand wrapped around his leaking cock, and Morty's knees nearly
gave out from under him. It has been over a year since he'd been touched and
his mind was a haze. “C-come on, M—urrrp— Morty. I wanna, wanna hear what you
have to say,” The teasing paused for a moment as Rick spat in his free hand,
and Morty squeezed his eyes even tighter as his pants slipped down to his knees
and a cold, spit slicked finger began to push at his entrance. “Tell, tell
grandpa how he makes you feel.”
 
This was wrong. Morty could remember times other than this, when he had once
thought it was good. When the man had been gentle, his voice a warm whisper,
calling Morty baby, telling him how special he was. Back then there had been
some kind of love, hadn't there? In the ship, with the stars all around, Morty
had sworn—

But Ricks loved nothing. Least of all their Mortys.
 
Morty shook his head, his lips pressed tight. He might not have the strength to
refuse Rick, but he could protest with silence.

The finger continued to trace and press at his entrance before finally pushing
inside, and Morty gasped, eyes flying open. It stung, there was too much
friction, but his cock twitched in spite of the pain, and Rick laughed. “Mmmm,
f-fuck Morty you got-- you got so tight while I was gone.” Rick's thumb ran
over the slit of his cock, smearing the wetness there, “Dripping like a little-
- like a little slut for me. I forgot how much your body turned me on, M-Morty-
-” Rick's voice was a low, dangerous growl that threatened to devour him.
 
How could Morty have once thought that voice was kind? How could he have ever
craved it? He had once thought it was special, only for him, only for someone
Rick cared for, someone he wanted. But now Morty could hear it was nothing but
the oil of liquor and lust. There was no love there. There never was. Rick
didn't love his family. He wanted to own them.

The finger pushed deeper inside of him, forcing, making his body open and arch
when it didn't want to. Rick's crude comments became a deafening garble in
Morty's ears, and as the man shoved another finger inside of him his body
swelled with pain.

The boy couldn't hold back his voice anymore. He cried out, and the tears
finally fell down his cheeks, his body trembling with sobs. It hurt, and he
could see Summer like this, in pain but braving a smile to make her grandpa
happy, to make him proud, to make him love her. Just like Morty had done time
and time again. This would be her life now too, unless Morty put a stop to it.

“G-god Morty, you’re squeezing my fingers so much. Y-you must really want it,
huh? Didn’t you play with yourself while I was gone?” Morty could only whimper
in response. “Jeez-- you and your sister are pathetic. It must be some kinda,
some kinda trait passed down from Jerry. Y-you’re both so damn needy in the
bed.”
 
Morty couldn’t take anymore. All at once the dam broke, and Morty found the
strength in his limbs to fight, to push at Rick, to hit.
 
“Get off of me!”  
 
Startled, Rick removed his hands, his fingers pulling out far too quickly, the
friction stinging and causing Morty's knees gave out at last. He hit the ground
with a hard thud, but he ignored the pain, his hands fumbling to try and pull
his pants back up.

“J-Jesus Christ Morty, what the fuck?” Rick snapped, kneeling down so he was at
level with his grandson. His hands reached out as if trying to help the boy,
but Morty wouldn't allow them to touch him. He struck out, slapping the hands
away before moving to shove Rick back. He would make him listen. He would not
allow Rick to continue hurting Summer like this. 

“W-what-- what the hell is wrong with you, Morty?” Rick snarled, quickly
getting to his feet.
 
“Stay the fuck away from Summer, R-Rick.” Morty's words were laced with venom,
“Y-you can drag me all over the fucking universe, fuck me in the ship
afterwards, use me, I don't-- I don't care. But if you touch my sister - I
swear to God Rick, I'll kill you, I'll kill you for real this time.”
 
The words hung in the air, toxic, dangerous, and for a moment Rick stood still,
genuine surprise on his face, before an icy grin slowly spread over his
features. For a moment Morty thought Rick was going to pull out a gun and shoot
him, until the man began to laugh. “Jeez Morty, you, you got me there for a
second.”

“I-I'm serious, Rick!”
 
“S-sure you are. Not-- not even you would be stupid enough to say something
like that and mean it.” Without warning Rick had him by the hair, lifting him.
“Real cute Morty, sticking - sticking up for your sister like that. But I'd-
- I'd like to see you try it.”
 
Morty's hands clawed at the man's strong wrist, trying to tear himself away,
but it was no use. Rick slammed him down onto the ground, knocking the wind out
of him. His defiance left as quickly as it had come. He had always known Rick
was a dangerous man, but still he had thought maybe he'd be safe. He'd be the
exception to Rick's violence. But even that was broken now. There was nothing
left from their old relationship, no trust, and no promise of safety.
 
Morty knew he needed to get away before it got worse. He began to crawl, his
pants still around his knees, hindering his escape. Surely Rick would realize
what he had done and snap out of it. But as Morty felt a hand wrap around his
ankle he knew it was over. With a quick yank Morty was pulled back, falling
onto the ground, his exposed flesh scraping painfully against the carpet.
 
“R-rick, stop it! Stop it, le-let me go!” Morty's voice was a mixture of
pathetic demand and desperation as Rick's hands moved to grab Morty's thin
hips, yellowed, uncut nails digging into white flesh.
 
“C-come on, Morty, where's your fight now?!” Rick's voice was gleeful,
maddened.

“R-Rick-- Please!”
 
“That's what I thought--you’re just a whiny little bitch, just-just like your
stupid father. All talk with none of the power to back it.”
 
One of the hands let go, and before Morty even had the chance to try and make
another escape there came a sharp, blinding pain as Rick struck him.
 
   This wasn't the fun, flirty spankings they had played with before. This was
meant to hurt. The blows began to rain down, each one harder than the last.
Morty tried to get away, his nails tearing into the rug, but Rick's other arm
was wrapped firmly around his waist. “I told you Morty, I'm in charge of this
family. I'm in charge of Summer, I'm in charge of Beth, I'm in charge of you. I
own       you M-Morty.” Each hit was harder than the last, and Morty struggled
against the man's grip, a string of curses and cries falling from his lips with
each blow.
 
After an eternity the flurry stopped, and Morty groaned, feeling the way his
skin throbbed, how hot it was. Tears and snot were flowing freely, and for a
moment he thought that was the end of it. Until he heard the clink of metal.

Morty looked back with tear blurred eyes, and all he saw was a flash of brown
and gold before the belt was brought down on exposed flesh. His mouth opened in
a silent scream, saliva pouring. He couldn't breath. Oh God, he couldn't
breath. The sound of the belt echoed in the house, but no one was there to save
him. It hit his ass, his thighs, his back, the metal clattering against the
bones of his spine. He collapsed under the weight of it, under the pain,
feeling Rick's sadistic smile on him as he screamed in agony.
 
It went on until Morty could scream no more, until was nothing but a limp,
crying lump of bleeding flesh. His back was broken, his thighs were broken,
they had to be. His body couldn't still be intact. There was too much pain for
him to still be a whole being.
 
The belt clattered to the floor, but Morty knew it wasn't over. This would
never be over. He'd tried to go against Rick. And as promised, Rick was going
to destroy him.

“W-well ya know what they say, Morty. Spare the rod and spoil the child or
what-whatever. That hurt me more than it hurt you, yadda yadda yadda, p-
parenting 101.” Almost playfully Rick smacked the bloodied flesh, and all Morty
could do was moan in agony. “B-but know what, what do you say I kiss it
better?” Morty was vaguely aware of his hips being lifted, of something hard
and warm being pressed at his entrance. The boy curled into a ball on himself,
but even so he was still exposed, still helpless as Rick forced his way inside,
tearing him, drawing one final scream from his grandson before the world fell
away.

It was muffled in a haze of pain. Rick's grunting, each violent thrust, the
rough hand around his limp cock. The pace became more erratic, the man
tightened his grip on bruised hips, somehow pushing even deeper inside before
he came, filling Morty, claiming him completely. Rick lingered for a moment,
growling at the release before pulling out, watching with a blank expressing as
blood and cum dribbled out from the broken boy.

 “     Jesus Morty, do you see, do you see what you made me do? Holy hell, I
just wanted- wanted us to have a nice little reunion and you make me do
this.    ”

Morty didn't know what to say, he wasn't even sure if what he was hearing was
real.
 
“I hope you learned your lesson. Don't you ever cross me again you little, you
little shit.”
 
Silence.
 
“W-well?”
 
“Y-yes, R-Rick...” His voice was so weak, broken from screams and tears.

“Get yourself cleaned up before the girls get home.”

Morty remembered muttering another affirmative, and despite his eyes being open
the world was dark and unseeable. He heard his grandfather's footsteps walking
away from him, leaving him in a broken, lonely puddle.

Summer wouldn't be safe. In the end Rick was going to hurt her just as much as
he hurt Morty. Maybe even more, because Morty had been foolish enough to try
and reason with a mad man.
 
And as he lay on the floor, feeling the pain and terror that was curling in his
stomach, Morty could never fathom, could never understand how he had ever loved
someone like Rick.
 
And somewhere deep in his bones he was horrified to realize he loved him still.



 
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