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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty, Pocket_Mortys
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith, Zero_Rick/Super_Rick_Fan_Morty
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Zero_Rick, Super_Rick_Fan
      Morty_(Pocket_Mortys), Zerover
  Additional Tags:
      Grandparents_&_Grandchildren, Incest, Creampie, Rough_Sex, Clothed_Sex,
      School, Secret_Santa, RickMorty_Secret_Santa_2017, Verbal_Humiliation,
      Zerover_-_Freeform, Somnophilia, Angst, Masturbation, Denial_of_Feelings,
      Slut_Shaming, Dirty_Talk, Dirty_Thoughts, Some_Art_Included
  Series:
      Part 9 of Prompts/Secret_Santas/Short_Stories_(stand_alone_stories)
  Collections:
      2017_Rick_and_Morty_Secret_Santa
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-25 Updated: 2018-02-01 Chapters: 4/8 Words: 9201
****** The M.A.L-I.C.E. Program ******
by FlorinaLyndis, RickSlamsTheMultiverse
Summary
     Rick is forcibly volunteered into helping out the Morty school with
     their end of the year Rick/Morty match up, known as M.A.L-I.C.E.;
     which tests if the Mortys are ready to be matched with a permanent
     Rick.
     Rick is unfortunately paired up with the most insufferable Morty
     imaginable.
     ----
     I hear Super Rick Fan Morty is in this pool.
      
     This year again? Doesn’t seem like any Rick will keep him. Even if
     this is supposed to be temporary, some Mortys stay with the Ricks
     that they’re assigned to.
      
     I wonder why. I hear he’s a good lay. A real “Rick Fan,” if you catch
     my drift. He’ll do anything for a Rick.
      
     Yeah, I heard that too. “Super,” isn’t it? Hell, I’ll take him.
Notes
     The day has finally come! I spent 90% of the time allotted for this
     exchange/secret santa trying to think of what the fuck to make this
     story about! Of coarse, once I finally think of something, it gets
     realllly out of hand lmao. So what was meant to be a oneshot is going
     to be a little series. It will likely have 4-5 chapters and be around
     12-15k words. I'm sorry to my giftee for not having something
     complete (fuck exams and fuck how busy the holiday season is god
     dammit!) but I promise that this will be much better than some half-
     assed one shot. The entire story is outlined, so you can be sure this
     will get done in a reasonable time frame. :) Anyway, hope you and
     everyone else will enjoy! Love ya'll~
     *I'll add more tags later. :)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Not So Perfect Match *****
There was a squeal of delight that erupted from a particular Morty’s mouth,
muffled only by a rather strangely-shaped plush that was in the form of a
grinning and familiar scientist, Rick Sanchez. Even as he’d held the plush to
his face, he was simply so excited that he could barely contain it. Thoughts of
possibilities and fun activities filled his brain as he’d rolled around on his
mattress, giggling like a schoolgirl hopped up on sugar. There was an identical
boy - the only difference between them being the fact that this other boy was
wearing a V-neck shirt and wasn’t sporting tons of Rick merchandise - on the
bunk below him, very visibly annoyed as he’d banged his head against the pillow
below his head. It seemed that Super Rick Fan Morty was keeping his bunkmate
awake.
 
“Oh, geez, Rick Fan! For the love of - ! G - Go the hell to sleep!”
 
“I - I can’t, V-Neck! I - I’m too excited~! We’re f - finally getting paired up
tomorrow!”
 
“I know that! Y - You, you’ve been saying that for the past TH -THREE HOURS.”
 
It couldn’t be helped. After all, Super Rick Fan Morty was often made fun of by
Ricks for being the number one Rick fan, and no one bothered to stick around -
since they saw him as clingy. It was actually quite sad, but Rick Fan never let
it get him down. After all, living at the Citadel insured that he got to see
his favorite person every day, in some shape or form. In fact, he was looking
forward to all the kinds of Ricks that he could possibly be paired up with,
too.
 
“Well, y - yeah, I mean, I’m just really, really excited! I mean, what if I get
paired with Super Fan Rick! H - He looks like he takes good care of Mortys! A -
A - And Bubblegum Rick is soooooo cool~! O - Or Novelist Rick! M - Maybe he’d -
he’d write a book about us!”
 
“GOD , I get it, Rick Fan, just GO TO SLEEP!”
 
V-Neck’s yell alongside Rick Fan’s incessant talking was enough to warrant a
bang on the closest wall to them, the source of that being on the other side of
the wall. That was universally taken by all of the Mortys to mean “You’re being
loud, please be quiet so that I can sleep.” There was a groan from V-Neck and
Rick Fan could hear the sound of covers being pulled up and the rustling of
someone trying to settle into a comfortable position to sleep.
 
“Look, I get it, Rick Fan. R - Really, I do. Af - after all, you’re me, and I -
I’m you. I also want to
get paired up with a R - Rick… But it’s t - tomorrow. We can be excited about
it then. Good night.”
 
Rick Fan was trying - while failing - to curb his excitement, but it seemed
there was nothing he could do to avoid it. It wasn’t long before V-Neck had
fallen asleep and started snoring, though, so he’d silently squealed to try and
get it out. This occurred several times and over the next couple of hours
before he’d eventually tired himself out and let his eyelids droop down,
allowing himself to fall into dreams.
-----------------------------------------
 
Earlier that day was just another day for most Ricks. There were the Ricks that
worked honest jobs to make an honest living in the Citadel, and there were
other Ricks that, rather simply, didn’t. After all, the Citadel was as much of
a living, breathing, and bustling city as any other, filled with as many Ricks
as there were individuals in any universe. We’re looking at one particular Rick
right now, though, and this Rick was walking through the department store, the
two black stripes on his shirt making him stand out from most other Ricks,
alongside an expertly combed down tuft of hair that covered half of his face.
The single eye that was visible seemed to be darting about suspiciously,
seeming to be scanning around for everyone that was around him at that
particular moment in time.
 
No one was watching. Perhaps he could safely make his move and not have to
worry about the po-po on hot pursuit. Breathing out slowly, he’d steeled
himself for the next step of his master plan and he’d stepped casually towards
one of the shelves in the store, looking at all of the Morty Manipulator Chips
that were on clearance. This particular model was out of production due to a
malfunction in the circuit board that made Mortys hyper-sensitive in the
genitals. Obviously, that meant that they weren’t of any significant use in a
battle, since Mortys have died from a swift kick in the balls. But that didn’t
mean they didn’t do their job effectively. They still let a person control a
Morty. As such, they could still be used for… collection purposes.
 
A hand pulled out from a pocket and made its way towards the chips, gripping
onto a good fistful of them before pulling back and slowly - decisively -
sliding that fistful back into the pocket. However, before the hand could
return to the safety of the cloth container, his wrist was restrained. Eyes
widened as the guilty Rick turned his neck and noticed a Cop Rick had grabbed
him. There was a slight struggle as he’d grimaced, trying not to draw too much
attention as he’d tried to pull away. Unfortunately for him, Cop Rick was just
a bit stronger than him. There was no getting away from this, it seemed.
 
“Give it up, Zero Rick. Just come with me and we can get your punishment in
order.”
 
“Ugh, whatever. I don’t want to have to deal with this. I can just put them
back and you can let me go and we can just go about the rest of our day being
Ricks.”
 
“No can do. You’ve got to spend awhile behind bars, at least so that you can
pretend that you’re learning your lesson. I know you won’t because you’re a
goddamn Rick, but I’m a cop for a reason. As you know in the Citadel, if you
get caught then we make sure you know you fucked up.”
 
Cop Rick pushed Zero’s hand back into the pile and gripped his nerves in a way
that made a pain shoot up the contained Rick’s arm, causing him to grunt and
release all of the chips. Glaring at the cop, Zero tried to jerk his hand away
again. Of course, Cop Rick wasn’t having these shenanigans, so he’d held firm
and had pulled Zero Rick’s arm behind him, pushing it up to hold it against his
back and causing him to groan in pain one more time, this one a little louder.
He’d held Zero in place for a moment before using his free hand to grab Zero’s
other limb and also hold that one down, guiding the edgelord to his office in
the department store.
 
As they’d entered, Cop Rick tossed Zero into a chair and sighed, sitting at his
desk and pressing a button to activate a mechanism in the chair - restraints
shooting out from the back to hold him by his chest, from the armrests to hold
down his arms, and from the legs to hold down his ankles - to hold Zero down.
There was some struggling, but it was only for a few moments as Zero discovered
that it would be futile. The single eye that was showing locked onto Cop Rick
in a certain rage and annoyance. They’d stared at each other for awhile before
Cop had lifted a hand to the bridge of his nose, pinching and massaging it as
thoughts of what to do with Zero ran through his mind. It was already that time
of the year… That… time of… the year…
 
“Look, I have a proposition for you. You can either do your time, do community
service and muck up the shit of the Citadel, or you c-”
 
“Whatever. I’ll do whatever that third option is. I can’t get locked up tonight
because I’ve got a show to practice for and I’m not spending my days picking up
broken beer bottles and mopping up Rick vomit. I’m sure it’ll be better than
whatever ‘community service’ you’d have me do.”
 
There was a bit of a twitch in his Cop Rick’s eye and he found that he was
particularly close to backhanding Zero in his goddamned mouth, but held himself
back because he needed Zero to cooperate. Especially since they had a shortage
this year and had to crack down harder on other Ricks just to get enough to run
the program. As such, a gentle - but firm - hand was necessary.
 
“For the love of- Let me fucking finish, you piece of shit. But fine. I’m
signing you up for the M.A.L-I.C.E. program.”
 
“... What the fuck is that?”
 
“Mortys Are Lonely - Initial Change Engagement. It’s the program that we Cop
Ricks set up every Christmas to pair up Rickless Mortys.”
 
“Why did you even need an acronym for that? Just call it the babysitting
program or something; that’s stupid. And the acronym is dumb too. Who let you
guys name it that?”
 
“Don’t question it, you- fucking, just- ugh. Okay, listen. Just do this
program. It’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want to do or need to do. Just
with a Morty attached. Capiche?”
 
Zero Rick was visibly uncomfortable with that idea - not really gravitating
with the idea of having a Morty. At the same time, though, Cop Rick was right.
He could do what he wanted, with the caveat of having to drag a Morty around.
It was a headache on a leash. Or rather a chain. Regardless of that, there were
other things that had to be taken care of, so he might as well do it. How bad
could taking care of a Morty possibly be? With a bit of a scowl on his lip,
Zero nodded to Cop Rick and sighed in defeat.
 
“Alright sign me up. And let me out of this chair. My wrists are chafing.”
 
“Fine. Meet up at the Seventh District station and we can get you paired up
with a Morty. If you don’t show up, we’re showing up at your doorstep and
gluing the Morty to your back.”
 
With the press of a button, Zero Rick was released, reaching for and massaging
each of the parts of his body that were being held down. He’d glared at Cop
briefly before standing up and walking out. A grin formed on Cop Rick’s face,
thinking about how he'd successfully gotten another Rick into M.A.L-I.C.E. and
felt even particularly good about it. Hopefully he could round up a few more
before they all met up.
 
-----------------------------------------
 
I hear Super Rick Fan Morty is in this pool.
 
This year again? Doesn’t seem like any Rick will keep him. Even if this is
supposed to be temporary, some Mortys stay with the Ricks that they’re assigned
to.
 
I wonder why. I hear he’s a good lay. A real “Rick Fan,” if you catch my drift.
He’ll do anything for a Rick.
 
Yeah, I heard that too. “Super,” isn’t it? Hell, I’ll take him.
 
These sorts of things were being discussed by all of the Ricks that were
gathered into the room. Quite a few of them seemed to be annoyed at being
there, while there were a few who seemed to be volunteers. The Mortys were all
gathered in another room and it seemed Cop Rick was able to round up enough
“volunteers” for each Morty to get a Rick this year. He continued to count off
to make sure none of the numbers were off, though, and left the Ricks to do
what they wanted until the pairing time. In the corner, Zero Rick leaned
against the wall with a pair of earbuds in his ears, jamming out to Linkin
Park’s “Crawling” and doing a simple headbang with his eyes closed.
 
In the other room over, Teacher Rick was explaining to the classroom of Mortys
that they were going to be paired with a Rick for the holidays. It was simple:
reach into a bucket and pull out a slip of paper with a dimension number
written on it - that would be their Rick. All of the Mortys had a varying
degree of excitement, some not really caring while others were happy to get
back together with a Rick. Super Rick Fan was particularly excited and was
clapping his hands together excitedly. He’d received a weird look here and
there, but it didn’t matter to him. He was going to be with another Rick this
year!
 
Reaching out to V-Neck’s sleeve, he’d pulled on it to try to get his attention.
The other Morty simply rolled his eyes and pulled his arm away, scooting out of
Rick Fan’s reach. From that result, Super Rick Fan had simply looked back at
the board and listened to Teacher Rick, smiling giddily and waiting his turn to
pull out of the bucket. Soon enough, he’d pulled out of the bucket and saw the
Rick to whom he was assigned. W-646260! Unfortunately for him, it was just the
numbers and didn’t describe which one he was with.
 
One by one, each Morty was brought into the room to find their Rick and - one
by one - they each left. When Super Rick Fan came into the room he’d called out
for his Rick, following suit as each Morty before him.
 
“U - Um… D - Dimension W-646260…? A - Are you here?  W-646260?”
 
No response. Each Rick looked at each other with raised eyebrow. It seemed no
one had any idea what this Morty was talking about and they’d ignored him.
Before he could even find his Rick, the next Morty walked in, called out the
dimension, and off they went. Super Rick Fan’s heart ached, but he was hopeful
still. Maybe this Rick was in the bathroom or something? Yeah, that had to be
it! Not losing hope, he’d taken a seat that wasn’t occupied and let his legs
swing, waiting patiently to see any Rick walk in.
 
Before too long, the last Morty walked through and left with his Rick. Super
Rick Fan’s smile had since formed into a frown, not understanding. He’d called
out to W-646260 several times and had never gotten a response since coming out
of the room. The room appeared to be empty of everyone else except for him… Or
at least only appeared to be. As his eyes darted about and tears began to well
at the edges of his eyesight, he’d caught sight of a Rick leaning against the
wall in the corner, head down and eyes closed. Hope filled his heart again and
Super Rick Fan ran over to the Rick, waving his arms excitedly. Then realizing
that the Rick’s eyes were closed, he’d stopped in front of the black-stripe-
shirt Rick and tapped him on the shoulder, causing the older man to open one
eye slowly and look at who was disturbing on him.
 
Sighing tiredly, he’d lifted a hand to pull an earbud from one of his ears,
taking the other one out as well and pocketing them. His eyes traced up and
down the Morty, the most obvious things standing out being the Rick-themed hat
and shirt, along with the Rick plushie this Morty held in one of his hands and
the other holding a paper with his dimension number on it. It became obvious
who this Morty was, hearing the rumors.
 
“I guess you’re my Morty for the next couple of months, huh?”
 
“Hehehe, yep~! Z - Zero Rick, right? I - I didn’t know this was your di -
dimension number!”
 
“Yeah. I don’t give it out all willy nilly, like some Ricks. I like my privacy.
I’d make a note of that, if I were you.”
 
“W - W - Will do, R - Rick!”
 
“And, please. Please. Call me Zero. Rick is a stupid name.”
 
Morty was confused by Zero’s disdain for his own name, nodding slowly as he’d
registered the request and smiled brightly. Rick’s eyes squinted and he’d
grimaced at the thought of being paired with this Morty. He was far too… happy.
 
“S - Sure, Zero! I - I mean, I don’t hate the name R - Rick. I’m a Rick F -
Fan, after all! But anything for you!”
 
“... Whatever, let’s… let’s just go.”
 
As Zero pushed off of the wall, Super Rick Fan was very visibly excited. After
all, he’d finally been paired with his Rick and he wanted nothing more than to
go on adventures with him. It was something he’d craved since the last Rick he
was with. Of course, Super Rick Fan had no idea why he’d been left at the
Citadel. The last Rick he was with last year had disappeared into a crowd of
Ricks and had never come back for him. Super Rick Fan was convinced that it was
a simple mistake, though. That’s how he’d ended up back in the Morty Academy
with the rest of the Mortys that had been abandoned during the C-137 incident.
Regardless of that, though, he was back in a pair, and he couldn’t be happier!
 
Zero, on the other hand, had been Mortyless for years. He’d found them to be
insufferable and he’d done a good job avoiding them for so long. The fact that
Cop Rick had caught him this time and he was forced into this? Well, it was
still better than the other options. Now he’d have to deal with this Morty for
the next couple of months. It didn’t matter though. This was only temporary.
Soon he’d been solo again and he wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of
this god damned kid. His stomach rumbled as he’d thought this, and he’d let out
an annoyed sigh.
 
“So, I’m hungry. What do you like to eat, or whatever?”
 
“Wh - Whatever you want, Zero~ I’m down to eat a - anything!”
 
“Well… Pizza it is… Let’s go.”
 
 
***** Watcha Doin'? *****
Chapter Summary
     Here comes a taste of sin. :)
     Peen. <3
Chapter Notes
     Enjoy! :3
There was a silence as Zero was bent over his work table, looking downward at a
magnifying glass that was focused upon a small object. The entire room was lit
only by the lamp on his desk, shining down upon the trinket that he was working
on - which appeared to be a pair of glasses. It seemed that he was laboring
over them for quite awhile, and this became apparent when a beam of light found
its way into the room, Rick Fan having opened the door. Zero groaned as he’d
kept his focus on the glasses in his hands, eyes not moving away from his work.
Rick Fan was curious, so he’d stepped into the room, a smile on his lips and a
skip in his step. Hearing the Morty enter into his workspace, Zero had put the
the glasses down and lifted a hand to rub the bridge of his nose, turning
around and holding his hand out to Morty to stop him from moving.
 
“Wh - What do you want? I’m busy.”
 
“W - Well, Zero, I’m… Uh…”
 
Before Rick Fan could say his next words, his stomach had let off an echoing
rumble, signifying what he’d walked into the room for. It didn’t take a genius
to figure out what that meant. Before the words could even come out of his
mouth, though, Rick Fan had noticed what Zero was working on and his eyes had
began to spark with curiosity. He hadn’t moved from where he was standing on
account of Rick having given the wordless command of staying in place, but he’d
pointed at the curious pair of glasses that had been resting under the
magnifying glass.
 
“Ooooh, what are those~? They look interesting! They remind me of a glasses-
wearing Morty from the Academy!”
 
Rick was wondering what the hell Morty was talking about for the briefest of
moments before realizing he was talking about the glasses he was working on.
Rolling his eyes, he’d put the glasses down and spun around in his chair,
rubbing his temples in an attempt to fight the growing headache that was
developing in his head. Rick’s eyes thinned like knives and he’d glared at “his
Morty,” clearly annoyed with his presence. Rick Fan seemed to be oblivious to
his contempt, though, grinning from ear to ear and his eyes shining with
excitement. There was a groan that came from Zero’s throat before any words
came from his lips.
 
“It doesn’t matter. What are you doing in here? I already told you that I
didn’t want to be disturbed and there’s still leftover pizza in the fridge for
you to warm up.”
 
“W - Well, I didn’t want to eat without you! I th - thought we should eat
together, y - y’know~?”
 
Zero had lifted a single side of his monobrow, not quite sure how to process
that. It was only brief, though, as he’d turned back around and focused back on
his project. He was grumbling about being annoyed and not wanting to deal with
this shit, but Morty had taken that as an invitation to get closer, skipping up
next to Rick and using the light that was provided by the doorway to navigate
the room, avoiding whatever was on the floor with slow and meticulous steps.
After all, he'd wanted to avoid falling on anything or breaking anything - as
to avoid the wrath of Zero Rick. Of course, he hadn’t quite realized that his
very existence in Zero’s life was enough to illicit said wrath. Regardless of
that, though, here was Rick Fan, curious and enthusiastic.
 
“So are ya gonna tell me what you’re working on, Zero~?”
 
“If I tell you, will you get out of here?”
 
“Y - You won’t know until you try!”
 
There was a silence that lingered for a few seconds as Zero considered his
options. If he told Morty what he was doing, that might encourage more
questions, or maybe it would encourage him to continue to try to “hang out” or
“bond.” While that was something Rick was looking to avoid, he couldn’t quite
shake off the allure of having Morty leave him alone in the moment. After all,
if he could get him to go away now, he would be able to get him to go away
later, too. With a shrug, he’d decided that there was no harm in telling Rick
Fan what he was up to, especially since it was particularly unimportant
anyways.
 
“They’re glasses that I can use to scan people. It reads their brainwaves and
tells me what kind of music they like. For science, or something.”
 
Morty seemed amazed at Zero’s invention, eyeing it with renewed curiosity and
pursing his lips as he’d thought about staring at people and testing them out.
At the moment, he couldn’t think of any practical application for the glasses,
but that was probably why he was the Morty and Rick was the genius. All the
same, though, Rick Fan seemed to want to share an opinion with Rick, cheerfully
holding that smile he’d had the entire time and a certain lilt in his voice
that screamed innocence.
 
“W - Wow, Zero, those sure are nifty~! But if you wanted to know my favorite
kind of music, y - you could just - just ask me, y’know~? A - And it’s not just
music, either~ You c - could ask me anyth-”
 
Rick lifted a hand to Morty’s lip, silencing him and groaning, his free hand
rubbing his temple as he’d lightly pushed Morty backwards, turning back to the
glasses and pulling the magnifying glass over to a more optimal position so
that he could continue his work. There was a headache that rumbled in his head
and he’d attribute the growing pains in his mind to the fact that Morty was
there. He’d grumbled a bit before waving Morty away, his words dripping with a
certain disdain and annoyance.
 
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. D - Do you ever stop talking? Seriously...”
 
“Well, s - sometimes I do~”
 
After saying that, Rick Fan had skipped away, to mind his own business, which
Zero used as his chance to continue his work, free of the distraction of a
Morty and finally free of the source of his growing headache. In the distance,
he’d heard Rick Fan remove the pizza from the fridge, toss a couple of slices
onto a plate, and toss them into the microwave. It didn’t take long for the
smell of reheated pizza to waft into the garage. With a small sniff, Rick
sighed and his own stomach groaned for sustenance. His eyes rolled and his
focus shifted back to the glasses. He’d get his own slices later.
 
------------------------------------------------
 
A gasp rang through the night air as Morty sprang up from the sheets, getting
up in a panic with sweat pouring down all over his body. He lifted a hand to
his face as he felt along it, almost as if he was trying to register that he
could - in fact - feel his face. His eyes closed solemnly as tears streamed
down his cheeks, shivering as he remembered his nightmare, shaking his head and
sobbing. Rick Fan clutched at his Rick plush and sniffled, having an idea and
rolling out of bed, putting on a pair of Rick-themed slippers before opening
his door and making his way over to Rick’s room.
 
As he’d gotten to the door, he’d thought to knock, but stopped himself, not
quite sure if Zero was awake or not. If he wasn’t, Rick Fan had certainly
wanted to avoid waking him up. Deciding that it was safer for him, he’d grabbed
the doorknob and twisted it, rejoicing on the inside when he’d discovered that
it was unlocked. Peeking into the darkness, he’d heard the light breathing that
was coming from Zero Rick’s lungs. It seemed he was sleeping. Gulping to brace
himself, Morty came into the room and slid onto Rick’s bed, laying in it
without giving Rick any signals that he was there first.
 
What happened next was only a few brief moments, Rick Fan squeaking as Zero
Rick had very quickly spun from his laying down position and was now holding
Rick Fan in a firm arm-hold, holding a pen to the helpless Morty’s temple. His
words came out rough and gruff, straight into Morty’s ear and causing the young
boy to shift uncomfortably.
 
“Who are you? Who sent you?”
 
“Z - Zero, p - please, it’s - it’s - it’s me!”
 
“... Morty? What are you doing in my bed…?”
 
Before Morty could say more in response, he’d let the boy go - scooting back to
give him room as he’d groaned and put the pen back under his pillow. Morty took
a deep breath as he’d tried to regain his composure and he’d turned around to
take a look at Rick, who had since turned on the lamp on his nightstand so that
he could see Rick Fan. Morty had started to speak before he’d stopped, trying
to think about what to say. It wouldn’t hurt to be truthful… probably.
 
“W - Well, I had… uh… a nightmare… So I wanted to sleep with you tonight…”
 
Rick facepalmed and grit his teeth, trying not to chew out Morty. It was clear
that the young boy was already terrified from his dream and from what had just
happened. Even though he hadn’t wanted to be a part of M.A.L-I.C.E., he
probably at least had to take care of who he was assigned to, or else the Cop
Ricks would be on his ass again. Sighing with defeat, Rick had simply laid back
onto the bed and lowered the setting on the light, patting the spot next to him
and closing his eyes. There was a shine of hope in Morty’s eyes before the lamp
had gone off and he’d excitedly curled up next to Zero and got comfortable,
spooning against the older man without hesitation.
 
“Th - thanks~ Good night, Zero…~”
 
“Whatever…”
 
It wasn’t long before Morty had fallen asleep next to Rick, a sigh coming from
the old man as he’d tried to get his own sleep. Morty kept brushing back
against him, though, so he was forced to wrap an arm around the boy to hold the
little guy still. Unfortunately, that didn’t quite help and Zero was starting
to feel Morty brush himself back against Zero’s crotch. The soft light upon
Morty’s face also revealed a gentle expression. It had kind of caught him off
guard - how cute Rick Fan looked. There was also an interesting scent that was
wafting off of the young body, enticing Zero and causing him to take a deep
breath, not quite knowing what he liked about it.
 
He didn’t quite know what compelled him to do it, but it was almost as if he
couldn’t help himself.  Rick’s face dipped into Morty’s hair and he’d taken a
strong whiff, the scent of Morty’s shampoo filling him up with so many feelings
he couldn’t even begin to describe it. There was a certain level of self-
loathing that came with this, though. His thoughts raced and there was one
resounding thought as he’d continued to indulge in this strange urge.
 
Ugh, what the fuck…? Am I becoming one of those Ricks…? I always thought they
were kinda disgusting, so I’d always invalidated them. But I think… I get it
now...
 
His crotch began to react accordingly, a light blush forming on his cheeks as
his hardening member pushed against Morty’s back. There was a certain softness
to the pressure that he’d felt over their clothes, and he couldn’t quite place
what compelled him to do what was happening next - other than pure,
unadulterated lust. Pulling himself away from Morty, he’d pulled his dick out
and took a deep breath, the scent of the young boy filling his nostrils once
more and pushing him to do something dark. His fingers wrapped around his rod
and he’d started to stroke along the length of it, every movement deliberate
and guided towards reaching the final goal of orgasm.
 
Morty had shifted slightly, moaning in his sleep and causing Rick to freeze
instinctually, not quite sure if he’d awoken his partner. Thankfully, Rick Fan
hadn’t yet woken up, causing Zero to let out a sigh of relief, his hand on his
dick releasing the unintentional death grip. Something about Morty’s moan,
however, had unlocked something else inside of Zero’s mind, his breathing
becoming just a bit more intense as he’d started to stroke himself again, the
tip pushing just a bit against Morty’s shirt and sending a jolt of pleasure
through the old man’s body.
 
Just on that thought, he’d started pushing himself against Morty’s back, loving
the feel of young, smooth skin rubbing against his dick and he’d began to lose
himself to the pleasure of this sin. He almost didn’t care whether or not Morty
woke up at this point. He didn’t have to answer to the little shit and he was
free to do what he wanted. There was a tinge of conscience in him though that
simply called for the older man to be more careful, but fighting against that
bit of conscience was also something that pushed the old man along and added to
the thrill. His hand only began to stroke faster, working the shaft like a
stripper on a weekend, his eyes starting to roll up as he’d found himself
enjoying this far more than he’d thought he would. Suddenly, he could hear
Morty’s voice, a bit of a moan as the words came out of his lips.
 
“Mmmm… Z - Zero…~”
 
It was then that Rick decided it was all-or-nothing, working himself harder and
faster to incite his orgasm, pushing himself off and grunting before releasing
his spunk onto Morty’s back. Breathing heavily, Rick collapsed back against the
bed, looking over at Morty. It seemed - by some sort of miracle - he hadn’t
woken Morty up. Reaching on the side of the bed, he’d pulled up a conveniently
located towel and cleaned Morty off, sighing softly and going back into his
thoughts.
 
Fuck, I can’t believe I did that. I’m fucking disgusting. I really am becoming
one of those Ricks. Fucking hate it, I shouldn’t ever do this shit again. God,
it’s repulsive…
 
After he’d finished cleaning Rick Fan off, he’d rolled onto his back and away
from Morty, finding the boy to be a sufficiently deep sleeper to not notice the
lack of warmth on his back now. Zero stared at the ceiling, reaching his hand
up to do the usual thing and massage the bridge of his nose, trying to forget
about what he’d just done. Yet, at the back of his mind, he was still thinking
about how good that felt and how it would be nice to do it again. His thoughts
began to compound on themselves as he was drifting off and there was one last,
lingering thought as darkness began to take him.
 
… But is it really that bad…?
 
 
***** Pissing Me Off (Part 1 of 2) *****
Chapter Summary
     Super Rick Fan is a professional at finding ways to piss of Zero
     Rick. ^_^;
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the shorter chapter guys; with school starting back up
     again, this is the best way to get more out to ya (without a super
     long hiatus) ~ I promise you, you're in for quite the ride very
     soon... -wiggles brows-
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
The next day, there’s no mention of what happened the night prior. Zero goes
back to working on his own plans and Rick Fan is left to his own devices as
well. In his own room, Rick Fan was working with some origami paper, smiling
happily and caught up with trying to make a paper crane. Strewn across the
desk, there were already several attempts, some of the birds folded lopsidedly
or with torn body parts. Even despite that, though, Morty wasn’t letting
himself get down about it, smiling on and continuing to try and make the best-
looking crane that he could muster. It took much longer than he’d thought it’d
take, but - after a couple dozen failed attempts - Rick Fan finally managed to
make a decent crane. Getting excited, he’d placed it delicately on his palm
before covering over it with his free hand, stopping it from falling off. He’d
hopped off of his chair with a slight butt-bump and was on his way to show
Zero.
 
Coming into the garage, Rick Fan peeked inside, the entire room covered in
darkness - save the lamp that Zero was working at. There was an annoyed groan
as Zero turned around to face Morty and he’d flipped the light switch on,
temporarily blinding Rick Fan with surprise. When his vision had returned to
him, Zero was looming over him, leering at the young boy. A bit oblivious to
the situation, Morty had raised his hands up and lifted one to reveal to Zero
the crane that he’d worked so hard on. Of course, Zero’s leer hadn’t let up and
he’d lifted his hand up from his side to smack the crane upwards and out of
Morty’s hand. Rick Fan yelped as Zero’s palm made contact with the back of his
hand, rubbing it from the stinging sensation.
 
“Is that all you wanted to show me? Wasting my time with this tiny piece of
shit?”
 
“W - Well, y - yeah, b - b - but I worked really hard on it~!”
 
Morty had an earnest look on his face, eyes sparkling with positivity and hope
that threatened to blind the edgy scientist’s darker sensibilities. Rick rolled
his eyes and turned back around, lifting a hand for Rick Fan to follow. The boy
picked up on this and skipped behind the scientist, a giggle with each bounce
and a spring with each step. Rick picked up a piece of paper that was on his
work desk, pushing it over to Morty and turning back around to focus on the
glasses that he had been working on before. Morty eyed them again before his
pupils shifted their focus to the paper that Rick was handing to him. Examining
what appeared to be a flyer, Morty could see the black silhouette against the
lavender paper, noting that the shadow was shaped like Rick holding a guitar.
At the top what text in red - outlined by white for easier viewing - that read,
“Rock On and Rock Out! Come see Zero jam on his guitar for 5 schmeckles! You
don’t want to miss this!”
 
“Well, if you want to work really hard on something, then at least be useful.
Make more of these flyers. I’ve got a show to plan for and you could be using
your time on something more productive.”
 
Rick Fan took the flyer from Zero’s hands, looking at it with a sense of awe
and wonder. It looked so cool, and he didn’t have any words to describe his
excitement. His eyes turned to Zero and he’d nodded earnestly, his hands
shaking from excitement. His mind was abuzz with how he’d get this done and he
was going to prove to Zero that his presence there was for good reason, and he
could be useful. Just the thought of being acknowledged by a Rick was what kept
him going, and now he had a chance to do that! Going from zero to sixty, Morty
had head out of the room, screaming from down the hall,
 
“I - I’LL MAKE THE BEST FLYERS YOU’VE EVER SEEN. Y - YOU’LL SEE, ZERO!”
 
As Morty turned the corner, Zero let off a sigh of exasperation, getting up to
close the garage door, pushing it closed firmly and allowing the tumbler to
click back into place. Going back to his seat, he’d turned the lights back off
and allowed the lamp to be his only source of light, looking through the
magnifying glass to adjust the lenses on the glasses. He had to focus on other
things. Especially since he’d been thinking about what happened last night -
and he couldn’t get it out of his mind. A light blush lit up his cheeks as he’d
remembered what he’d done and his mouth formed into a scowl. No, it wouldn’t
happen again…
 
-----------------------------
 
Rick Fan was standing at a street corner at the intersection of Devil’s Way and
Blazed Boulevard, looking around for anyone who was willing to take a look at
the flyer. There was a beaming smile on his face as he’d passed his homemade
flyers out to the public, excited to be helping Zero with anything at all. It
was the least he could do, since Zero had taken him in. Going from street
corner to street corner, he was glad to be able to help his new Rick however he
could. Even as Rick Fan was passing out these flyers to the public, he’d
remembered what Zero said to him before he’d left,
 
“You get out there first. I’ll meet you there, or something, I guess.”
 
Satisfied with his work, Morty was happy to be passing them out. He could only
hope that Zero liked them too! What Rick Fan wasn’t realizing, though, was that
everyone who took a flyer would eventually just end up laughing at the
advertising as they walked away - no one was taking it seriously. Zero was able
to see this for himself as he’d seen Rick Fan on the corner, approaching the
boy to see his progress on the whole matter. With a few glances and hearing a
few chuckles from the surrounding Ricks, it hadn’t taken him long to piece
everything together. Panic and embarrassment began to flood his cheeks and Zero
sprinted over to Rick Fan, who was just about done handing all of his flyers
out. Taking them from the boy in a huff, Zero looked at the papers that Rick
Fan was handing out, and the color began to empty from his cheeks.

 [FlorinaLyndis - Fuck...I can't draw...hopefully this looks like something a
                              14yr old drew lmao]
                                        
“How… How many of these did you hand out…?”
 
Morty’s eyes gleamed with excitement and pride as he’d giggled and spun around
on his heel, not quite seeming to pick up on the vibes that Zero was putting
out. His reply was simple, and Zero found more emotions building up inside of
him that were threatening to push through.
 
“M - Most of them~! Those are all that are left~”
 
“... We’re going home.”
 
“B - But I’m almost d -”
 
“We’re going home.”
Zero grabs Rick Fan by the arm and drags him along, the Morty barely putting up
a fight as he was more shocked and confused than anything else. The most
damning part was, as they were passing by a trash can, Rick had thrown the
remainder of the flyers away. Rick Fan’s heart sank and he’d lowered his head
in shame and in pain. Tears began streaming down his cheeks and he didn’t
understand what had caused Zero to do that. He’d thought they were cute...
 
 
Chapter End Notes
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     Chronic_Masturbator - [COMPLETE] - Rick finds out Morty has been
     jerkin' it all over the house. His room is next...
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     loses a bet.
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     via faux Tumblr/Discord.
***** Pissing Me Off (Part 2 of 2) *****
Chapter Summary
     What do you think you're doing with that thing, Morty? ° ͜ʖ ͡
Chapter Notes
     I really hope you like masturbation. :B
     Enjoy~
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     [ADDED 02/15/18] Thank you Gothy! She surprised me with art for this
     chapter! Be sure to follow her on Tumblr. :)
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Alone in his new home, Super Rick Fan was laying on the couch and sighing
softly. He still couldn’t grasp what had Zero in such a mood since yesterday.
He worked really hard on those flyers, and people were smiling and laughing
about it, so what was the big deal? Turning onto his back, he lifted his Rick
plushie above his head and looked at the surrogate Rick, the huge smile on its
face putting a certain calm in Morty’s mind and putting a smile on his own
face. There was something reassuring about having someone you were such a fan
of in a plush, cute form. More than reassurance, however, were… other feelings.
 
Sitting up on the couch now, Morty leaned back into the cushions and pushed his
pants down a bit, revealing an erect member, modestly sized for his figure.
Morty looked into his plush’s eyes, biting his lower lip as he’d freed up one
of his hands and began stroking his dick. The thought of Zero being mad at him
was hurting his heart, so his mind played out a grand fantasy in his head. The
soft, gentle touch of Zero’s hand stroking his hair, his fingers gliding along
his cheek in a soft caress… The thought of it was enough to get Rick Fan going
and he was finding himself wanting to know the gentle, loving side of Zero. His
hand was pumping slowly as he descended into his worked up mood, moaning
softly.
 
“Oooh Rick…I’m so - so sorry for upsetting you.”
 
Don’t worry, baby, I’m not mad at you. You’re such a good boy Morty, my special
little guy. Always doing your best for me.
 
“R - really Rick?”
                                        
                                        
                               [Arty by: Gothy]
 
Yeah, Morty.
 
His mind wandered to the feeling of Zero’s hands working along his body,
perhaps pinching and teasing his nipples… or maybe the soft stroke of his palm
along Morty’s bare ass… or maybe even the feeling of his lips against the young
boy’s, that particular thought pulling forth a moan from Morty’s lips.
 
“Mmmm, R - Rick...d - don’t stop.”
 
You like it when I touch you, don’t you baby boy? Let me make you feel even
better.
 
“Y -Yes, please Rick...I - I want to feel you.”
 
Arching his back upwards, Morty slipped his free hand behind him and under his
pants, groping his ass aggressively and working himself up, imagining that was
Rick’s hand. He let off a heavy moan and his eyes began to roll back up into
his head, his imagination running rampant as Zero, in his head, was ravaging
his body. Quickly bringing his hand to his lips, he’d spat on his fingers and
sucked on them briefly, moaning and whining beggingly. The reasoning for this
became clear as his hand dove back into his pants and he’d shoved two of his
lubed-up fingers into his asshole, squealing a bit as his fingers wriggled
inside of his tight hole.
 
As they squirmed around inside of him, Morty could feel his walls begin to give
way, loosening up as he’d taken a few deep breaths. Before too long, he was
sliding a third finger into his body, letting the thickness of his digits
settle in and allowing his tight hole to get used to it. As soon as his anus
had let up, his fingers began moving again, pumping in and out of his body and
sending wave after wave of pleasure through him, drool beginning to roll from
the side of his lips as he’d moaned in ecstasy. As if to surprise himself, he’d
pushed a fourth finger into himself and his squeal came out briefly before he’d
held his mouth open silently, taking the feeling in. He was so tight, and he
had rarely ever done four fingers before. As a result, the stinging sensation
that was occupying his asshole remained for a bit longer than usual before
giving way to another few waves of pleasure. His mind was aflame with thoughts
of Rick’s dick now, pumping inside of him and grinding against his inner walls,
his desire overflowing through his lips as he begged for more.
 
“Grandpa - ah~ It feels so - so good inside…~!”
 
Fuck , I love you so much….ugh….you’re so tight… You’re my good little slut...
Isn’t that right, Morty? Are - are you ready for Grandpa’s hot load to fill you
up?
 
Hearing that voice in his head, Rick Fan was on the verge of release. His
fingers wriggled inside of him as he’d pumped them in and out aggressively,
imagining the entire length of Zero’s cock driving into him and reaching his
deepest parts. His eyes began to close as he’d immersed himself in every little
sensation and allowed his imagination to bury himself in his lust. As Morty
tugged at his member more fervently and ravaged his anus with his fingers, he
hadn’t heard the sound of Zero walking into the house, the boy’s voice carrying
effortlessly through the empty space and causing Zero to follow the sound
instinctually. Seeing Morty on the couch and jerking his rod to his plush, Zero
couldn’t help but grimace, taken aback by Morty’s earnest tugging. He looks
down at his own crotch and feels the inevitable growth, half-chub cock pushing
against his jeans. Groaning under his breath, he’d rolled his eyes and
facepalmed gently enough so that it didn’t make a slapping sound, not looking
to alert the boy to his presence too soon. His cheeks flushed a light pink as
he’d watched Morty do his work, wondering just what to do. It didn’t take him
long to figure it out, though, and he’d began his silent approach towards the
horny bastard.
 
Rick Fan certainly wasn’t letting up, not realizing that Zero was there. The
young boy’s breath grew into a fiery pitch as he’d thrust his cock eagerly into
his hand and his fingers drilled into his anus without restraint. Before the
both of them had even realized it, Morty was screaming out and his jizz shot
out in a hard jet, coating the coffee table with a streak of white and
splattering off to the sides as well. Zero’s cheeks darkened further as he’d
watched the boy and found himself enjoying this weak moment of voyeurism.
However, he couldn’t let Morty realize this, and his voice came out
aggressively - his face contorted into a scowl.
 
“What the hell are you - are you fucking doing?”
 
Morty had yelped in surprise and he’d turned around to face Rick, his face
flushed crimson all the way from his neck up to his ears. His head turned to
face the source of the voice, biting his lip to stop himself from saying
something stupid and trying to figure out what to say. Zero was mad enough as
is, so he didn’t want to make his Rick any more mad than he already had…
Nothing came to mind quickly enough, though, and he’d ended up stuttering
incoherently for a few moments, trying to capture what he wanted to say
clearly. Rick slammed his fist down on the couch, causing Rick Fan to jump in
surprise again and whimper weakly.
 
“I said… What the hell are you fucking doing? What weird fucked up shit is
this?”
 
“N - nothing! A - And this isn’t weird… n - not that weird! Plenty of Ricks and
M - Morty’s do th -”
 
Zero raised his hand up in a “stop” gesture, glaring at Rick Fan with a severe
intensity that the boy had no idea what to do with. He’d felt like he’d fucked
up so many times over the past couple of days, and Zero was starting to hit his
limit of tolerance. Rick Fan gulped nervously and looked away from Zero, tears
streaming down his cheeks. Rick watched the young boy and his eyes thinned
before he’d dismissively sighed and turned away from the boy.
 
“I don’t want to hear it…”
 
“S - Sorry… um... Zero? Ugh… wh - where were you anyway…? I - I haven’t seen
you all day…”
 
“I was busy cleaning up your fucking mess, and in the end I just decided to
cancel the show.  I’m a laughing stock now… I can’t even think to show my face
right now, thanks to you! I’ll have to wait until this bl-”
 
Rick was cut off by the sound of his stomach growling. He’d forgotten to pick
up food… He would’ve facepalmed again if he wasn’t convinced that all this
facepalming would have given him a bruise. Rolling his eyes, he’d turned around
and headed into the kitchen, pulling his cell phone out from the inside pocket
of his coat. Noticing this, Rick Fan quickly jumped into action, wiping his
cum-coated hands on his pants before pulling them up and running after Zero,
using his hand to grab the older man’s wrist and stop him from calling for a
pizza. Zero looked down at him with a puzzled look, also noting that there were
still traces of Morty’s sperm on his hand, smearing onto his wrist.
 
“W - Wait, Zero! When - when was the last time you’ve had a - had a decent
meal? And n - not take out or something out of a box?”
 
“I don’t fuckin’ know. Why does it matter? I’m hungry as hell!”
 
“I - I’ll make you something! Be right - right back, I promise! Just a quick
trip to the store~!”
 
Before Zero could respond, Morty was already on his way. As the young boy spun
around, Zero was eyeing the boy’s assets. He’d caught himself in the moment and
shook his head, snapping himself back to reality. Looking down at his crotch,
there was the realization that he was still hard, though. Biting his lower lip,
his mind raced, thinking about what he’d just witnessed and - now that Rick Fan
was out - there was no one to stop him from letting loose.
 
I - I hate that little fuck up… but he’s kinda cute...so...fucking...cute. No,
this is not okay! What the hell is wrong with me - what am I thinking?!
 
“A_-_And_this_isn’t_weird…_n_-_not_that_weird!_Plenty_of_Ricks_and_M_-_Morty’s
do_th_-”
 
Hearing that replay in his mind had tilted Zero a bit, but he couldn’t deny the
allure of it all. How intriguing it was. He needed relief. He needed it now.
Dashing to his room, he’d closed and locked the door behind him, dropping his
pants and falling into his chair. Without hesitation, he’d started to jerk his
dick with one hand and lifting the cum containing wrist up to his nose. Zero
breathed in the scent of Rick Fan’s jizz, eyes rolling up as he was starting to
lose himself in the fantasy. In the moment, Rick was focused on his hand
tightening around his cock, imagining that it was Rick Fan’s anal ring
clenching on the rod. Morty was riding his cock like a champion jockey, working
the shaft up and down with his bubbly soft cheeks and knowing just what he was
doing to Zero. The look on Rick Fan’s face as he’d given Zero the delightfully
lusty “bedroom eyes.”
 
Feels good, doesn’t it you stupid whore? A lot better having the real thing
instead of some dumb plush!
 
Ooooh Zero, y - yeah, it’s so - so good! I love the feeling of your huge dick
inside of me. Granddaddy Zero has the best cock, I love it so much~!
 
God, this is disgusting… I - I can’t believe I’m getting off to this… F -
Fuck...
 
It didn’t take long for the self-deprecation to work itself into a sort of
kink, though. Zero found himself stroking harder and more roughly when he’d
thought about how sick it was, and that only made him want more. Morty was
riding his dick even harder now, moaning and urging him to release every little
drop into his dirty fuck hole. This drove Zero into a bit of a mental corner,
just about ready to burst at the suggestion and the erratic movement of his
hand showed that.
 
Moving onto something just a bit more deranged, Zero Rick had noticed the cum
on his wrist again and he’d gulped a bit nervously, looking down at it like it
was a fresh line of coke. Closing his eyes, he’d flicked his tongue out at the
droplet and let the salty flavor coat his tongue, groaning with a ferocity that
had surprised even himself. Before too long, he’d bit his lower lip to stifle
any significant sound and he’d erupted onto the carpet of his room, getting the
winding fibers of the floor dirty with his jism.
 
Ugh - dammit that felt really good… shit ...
 
Rick wasn’t allowed to wallow for long, though, as he’d heard a knock at his
door. Very quickly and skillfully, he’d grabbed his bedside towel and cleaned
up quickly, barking at the door with annoyance.
 
“Wh - What?! What do you w - want?!”
 
“U - Um… I made dinner~... but there’s a...aproblem...!”
 
It seemed that Zero had completely lost track of time. He was so busy wanking
it, he hadn’t noticed Rick Fan had already come home and made them dinner. That
surprise was short lived, however, as there was… something wafting through the
air. First, it was the smell of burning. Then the smoke. Panic filled Zero’s
mind first, as he’d burst through the door, pushing Rick Fan out of the way and
onto the floor, sprinting past him and into the kitchen. There was a bit of a
flame that was starting to climb to the ceiling. Acting quickly, Zero pulled
out his portal gun and sent the flaming pot to another dimension, quickly
solving the problem of the fire. However, the scent of burning lingered. Any
panic had dissolved and caught on fire, burning into an intense anger.
 
Rick Fan was coming from around the corner and peered into the kitchen, looking
at Zero’s back. Currently, the scientist was shaking, very clearly infuriated.
Morty wanted to speak up and apologize - after all, he’d wanted to help and
make dinner. Zero couldn’t have been too angry… right? At the same time,
though, he’d realized that he’d messed up quite a few times this week already,
and his words got trapped in his throat. He knew he couldn’t apologize enough.
Rick pulled his phone out of the inner pocket once again, this time Morty not
stopping him. Pizza again…
 
It was almost a whisper, as Morty could barely muster the courage and strength
to say it:
 
“I - I’m sorry, Zero… I - I’ll… I’ll make it up to you, I p - promise…”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
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     Thank you for beta-ing - Reb
     Thanks Prism, for all the dialogue ideas~
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