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In the darkness of the night, the people of Ecruteak had taken their leave to dream land. The only exception seemed to be the apartment above the Ecruteak Gym. A light was coming from the bedroom and a rather unusual conversation could be heard.
"You look like a Lanturn."
Morty looked at his other self with an un-amused expression, "This is coming from the guy who's wearing purple and orange pants."
The other him simply smirked, "Admit it."
"Admit what?"
"You know I make these pants look hot."
Giving the other him a look, Morty said, "There is no way you're me."
The one in question pushed Morty onto the nearby bed, "Oh, I'm you alright. I'm you and you're me. Though…"
"Though?"
"Though I did run into another version of us. But I personally refuse to believe that he actually is us."
"Oh?" Morty blushed as the other straddled him.
"Yeah, he wore this stupid looking scarf. Should've taken it and burned it." He looked down at Morty with a smirk, "Besides, there's no way he's us because…"
"Because what?"
He leaned down and drew Morty into a deep kiss. When it became impossible to ignore the need for air, he pulled away. Smirking once again, he said, "Because 'Scarf Boy' doesn't kiss as well as us."
The un-amused expression returned to Morty's face, "Do I want to know how you know that?"
"Let's just say that I had some fun trolling 'Scarf Boy'."
"You're horrible, you know that right?"
"And yet you love me."
"Sometimes I wonder why," Morty replied, "and if you say it's because you're hot, I swear to Ho-Oh that I will hit you upside the head."
Instead of replying, the other him leaned down to Morty's ear and purred out his name, "Morty…"
Morty felt a blush creep upon his face as his other self began to nibble on his ear, "…What?…"
He trailed a finger down Morty's chest, "Say it."
Morty tried to stifle a moan as the other him moved from his ear to his neck, "S-say w-what?"
As he slipped a hand under Morty's shirt, he spoke, "You know what."
Moaning at his other self's ministrations, Morty tilted his head back, allowing the other him more access to his neck. Taking the opportunity, he bit down and sucked on the spot until he was sure that there would be a mark later. "You're mine," he purred, "all mine."
Morty pulled him in for another kiss, "Possessive much?" He asked as soon as they parted.
"I prefer the term 'protective'," he said as he slipped Morty's shirt off. "…Still waiting for you to say it."
"Say what?"
"Still waiting for you to say that I'm hot… Ow!"
Morty sat up, " I told you that I'd hit you upside the head, you troll."
The other one smirked, "That's Mr. Troll to you. Besides, I'm your troll."
Moving to straddle his other self, Morty matched the other's smirk and said, "That you are."
Several hours later, the two were curled up together on the bed.
"Hey Morty."
"What?"
"You want to see if the 'Scarf Boy' wants to have a threesome with us?… Ow!"
~fin