AN: For those of you who read all the way through my other fanfiction "Second Chances" this story is also going to be a part of the "bigger story" that I'm trying to steer towards.
In a timeline sense, this is playing shortly before "Second Chances" [www. fanfiction s/ 12993781/ 1/ Second-Chances-AKA-The-Rick-One-For-Me] and "Ricks will always be Ricks" [www. fanfiction s/ 12986229/ 1/ Ricks-will-always-be-Ricks] (there's going to be a slight nod to this fanfiction in this first chapter here), but after "Ricking the Routine" (chapter 2) [www. fanfiction s/ 12956329/ 1/ Ricking-the-Routine].
Of course, it is not completely necessary for you to read the abovementioned fanfictions first, but you might be a little confused by the small scenes in between if you don't. So, it's just a little recommendation :)
Warnings: Rick x Morty, some smut in the last paragraph
Rickvestigating the Morty Disappearances – Chapter 1: The Morty in disguise and a first lead?
Morty's eyes kept drifting through the classroom as he was paying the barest of attention to the droning of his Teacher, Rick.
In all of the seats in his class sat Mortys who looked more or less exactly like him – with the exception of one Rick who sat in the front row.
Morty F-396 didn't really need to pay attention to the teachings unlike the other Mortys at Morty Academy because he wasn't actually here to graduate and get assigned to a new Rick.
Oh no, he already had a Rick who was actually working in the same assembly line as he was.
Morty F-396 was actually a guard and on a secret undercover mission, directly assigned by the Council of Ricks in order to investigate some mysterious Morty disappearances.
He was disguised as Morty D-14. The real Morty D-14 was currently under protection and kept hidden at a secret place that only a few officials even knew of.
Lately many Mortys were just vanishing without explanation or a hint as to where they went and they've mysteriously disappeared from different places where Mortys were usually gathered in large numbers.
That did include for example the Mortyphanage – and also Morty Academy.
The sheer number had risen to such rickdiculous levels that it couldn't just be explained away as Mortys running off in attempt to get away from Ricks and then ending up stranded in Morty Town anymore.
Obviously, those missing Mortys must have been kidnapped and without a doubt, there was some bigger organization working behind all this.
There were also rumors about illegal Morty brothels that were rising in popularity and seeming to overflow with Mortys. Not that there could be made any connections yet, but the coincidences became just too much and too timely.
At any rate, this whole thing had become so out of hand that the investigation wasn't led by the Citadel Police Department anymore, but straight by the Citadel's military.
And that was the exact reason why Morty F-396 was assigned to investigate this school disguised as just another Student Morty.
Now, of course, Morty F-396 wasn't like any other Morty and he was actually quite proud of it, too.
As he and his Rick started to live on the Citadel, he was very delighted that they both could qualify themselves to become Council Guards.
Not every Morty had what it takes to become part of the Citadel's military.
Only few were able to pass the classes and even fewer were even seen fit to attempt it.
So, it was only natural that it was impossible to assign a Morty to every Guard Rick. Usually small squads of two, three or even four Ricks had to be formed to share one Morty – however, that was the limit because one Morty could camouflage only so many Ricks' brainwaves at once even though on the Citadel there wasn't really a necessity for that.
Morty F-396 himself was together in a team with three Ricks. One of them was his original Rick – Grandpa Rick – F-396. And then there were M-28 Δ5 and J-7.
Rick M-28 Δ5 had a Morty himself who also lived on the Citadel, but wasn't qualified for the military. He worked at a small bakery.
And J-7 came from a dimension where he never had settled down and had children of his own, so he was Mortyless.
Morty F-396 thought, that it's probably because this reason that J-7 was acting a bit awkward around him – not used to being around a kid and knowing how to handle him.
However, he meant no harm and Morty was really happy with his Ricks because even if they were acting serious, which was only professional of them to do so, in private they were all very nice to him.
He still fondly remembered how proud his Grandpa Rick had been of him when he was allowed to wear his guard uniform for the first time.
Of course, the honor of wearing the pristine, white uniform and golden badge came with a price as there were Rogue Ricks, Terror-Ricks and other Rick Criminals that liked to tarnish their position with dirty name-calling.
Burickracy Pig, Rickarchy Cocksucker and what did one of them dare to even call him? A "Council Baby"? Yeah, that surely wasn't the worst one, but in F-396's opinion it was the weirdest name that he had ever been called.
Needless to say that his Rick companions fared no better in that department as they would have to endure nicknames like "Rick-Pig" and other more scandalous synonyms.
However, he had quickly gotten used to the hatred that his position came with and had long since learned to ignore all that.
It was true though that the position of being a council guard wasn't the best one – even though it was pretty awesome to wear the cool looking uniform – but he and his Ricks were still at the lowest rank yet and they could work their way from up there.
If this mission was going to be a full success and he finds the big bad who is responsible for all this, he was sure that he and his little squad might get a promotion.
The four of them were working on this mission together after all even if he was the one who put himself the most at risk and was going to face the danger head-on. Well, it had to be a Morty to do this job and lure the bad guy out.
Yet, it wasn't like he was only doing all of this to get a better job position. Morty really just wanted to protect other Mortys from whatever horrible things must be happening to them. He had no doubt that they weren't just fed up with Ricks and tried to run away from getting reassigned.
No, he was practically convinced that these boys were all taken against their will and he would not only find proof that he was right with his assumption, but also all of those missing Mortys!
The Guard Morty was already trying to round up some possible suspects and of course the first people, you would suspect to organize things like that, would be the authorities of the facility in question.
The headmaster of the school had already been arrested and put into interrogation, but hadn't brought up any leads. They were most likely innocent as it was, yet the fact that Mortys just went missing from this school without any measures being made to prevent such happenings was still punishable by law.
That only left Teacher Rick who now was singlehandedly in charge of the entire school, but the case probably wasn't that easy. He would be well aware that he is going to be the prime suspect if he really had something to do with it.
Still, Morty didn't want to entirely rule him out.
The likelier chance though was that there was an insider who was working for that crime organization who was hiding among the Mortys like another student.
So, he gazed intensely through the classroom, trying to catch someone doing some probably suspicious activity – anything to give him a lead, really – while droning out the lecture in the background.
He didn't notice anything too odd, however, the Morty who was sitting one seat next to him caught his interest.
Well, less the Morty in question himself, but more what he was doing.
Despite the still ongoing lesson, the Morty was busy drawing and he would occasionally look up at the teacher quickly before going back to the paper and drawing some more.
With his interest picked, Morty F-396 leaned a little closer, cautious to not get caught by their teacher in the act and looked at what the artistic Morty was actually doodling on his paper.
A little miffed, he discovered that it was some questionable fanart, to say the least, involving Artistic Morty and their teacher, nonetheless.
Art Morty squeaked in surprise and hastily covered the paper that he was drawing on as he noticed that Morty F-396 was staring at it.
He stared back at the disguised Guard Morty with wide eyes and his handlebar mustache was twitching nervously while the beret that he wore had slid off a little from the hasty movement to sit squarely on top of his curls.
Morty casted a quickly glance towards their teacher to check if the man had noticed, but Rick continued his lesson undeterred.
Calming down again after the realization, the investigating Morty put his attention back on the artist again.
"H-hey? Are you and Teacher Rick… you know?" he was trying to hint subtly if there was something going on between the two.
Artistic Morty's eyes widened even more if that was possible. "Ah! Non, non, Mon Ami. Dis drawing is merely scribbles and mean rien—n-nothin'." He replied in a loud whisper with heavy, but still fake-sounding French accent.
Now that sounded a bit hard to believe. The Guard Morty may not have been an art critic, but as intricate and with love for detail as this picture was drawn, it clearly indicated that it was more than just some "doodles".
The caught Morty suddenly started to look only embarrassed instead of mortified as he added with less accent and in an even quieter tone. "C'mon, it's really nothing so please don't tell anyone about this. Especially not the teacher!"
The poor boy tried to hide his blush, but failed miserably at it.
It was so obvious that he was embarrassed about someone finding out about his secret crush and certainly didn't want to get judged by it. Especially not in front of the entire class.
Morty F-396 let it slide.
He had a feeling that this Morty wasn't who he was searching for and had most likely nothing to do with the disappearances of other Mortys.
However, he would keep an eye out and try to go after every lead that he could find.
The Council, his partners, all of the missing and the endangered Mortys were counting on him!
It was nighttime when Morty F-396 was once more busy investigating.
The probability to find some suspects in the middle of dirty work was probably higher at this time of day when most innocent Mortys were already in their beds and asleep.
Who knew what awful figures still wandered through these halls with the intention of doing shady business or what not, right now?
As if circumstance wanted to prove his instincts right, he actually noticed that one Morty was sneaking out of his dorm room. Stealthily he followed the boy all the way to the outside.
He knew it! He just knew that there had been an insider in the academy who worked together with the baddies and he was sure that he had found him!
His assumption was solidified as the reason why the boy had left the dorms came into view – he was meeting with a Rick.
F-396 was watching the mysterious pair from around the corner of the wall that surrounded Morty Academy and the dorm building right next to it.
What he didn't expect was how these two met though.
The instant that the little Morty reached the taller figure that was his grandfather (or probably an alternate version of him), the Rick took the boy into his arms and kissed him. Well, from F-396's angle, he could only see that the Morty had his arms around the Rick's neck and was standing on his tiptoes to reach up to his height, but it looked obvious enough to him.
The disguised Guard Morty wrinkled his nose at the sight.
Unexpectedly, the artificial night sky of the Citadel shifted and fake clouds parted to reveal a big, round full moon.
Even more suddenly, a Werewolf Morty ripped open the window of his dorm room and howled loudly. This caused some lights to be turned on inside the dorms and some shouting.
All of the sudden noises made the two lovers jump apart. And then they happened to sight Morty F-396 who was illuminated by the fake moonlight now.
The caught Morty's reaction was to cling tightly to the Rick while staring with fear-filled eyes at him. "L-listen. Let me explain this." He sounded panicked.
Morty F-396 abandoned his position, half-hidden around the corner of the wall and stepped up straight in front of them, waiting for an explanation.
"You-you see, m-me and Rick—" he pointed hastily between himself and his lover as if that needed to be clarified. "—well, we're in love. And Rick—I mean, we both were planning that I could go with him before graduation so that we can live together and I don't end up with another Rick that I don't want to stay with."
That explanation was somehow still full of holes, but it didn't sound like these two were his suspects. They were just some pretend Romeo and Juliette that were trying to elope…or something like that.
"Just-just please keep quiet about this. I mean, romantic Rick-Morty-relationships aren't technically illegal on the Citadel, but if we get caught then all of Rick's careful planning for us to be together might get ruined…" The boy looked with pleading eyes at him.
F-396 nodded and the other Morty breathed a sigh of relieve as both lovers visibly relaxed again and hugged each other happily.
It was just another fake lead that he'd had to give up on yet he couldn't help, but find their relationship a bit weird.
Morty F-396 obviously didn't have that kind of relationship with his own Rick and he had a hard time imagining being in a romantic relationship with him. Age gap aside, that man was still his grandfather.
However, it didn't go unnoticed on him that these kind of relationships were a thing on the Citadel. As irritating as he found it.
He didn't want to be one of those people who were judgmental about other's relationships and preferences though. If he was, he would prove those Ricks right who were name-calling him.
That just wasn't who he was!
The office looked luxurious. The furniture made obviously from rich wood, carved with intricate patterns that were probably made from hand.
The carpet looked as equally valuable as the rest of the interior – probably some handwoven oriental piece of expansive cloth.
Vases and small statues – even some trophies – made of the finest porcelain and gold were decorating the room, too.
However, neither of the two current occupants had eyes for any of the valuables inside the office.
A Morty was bent over the expansive massive wooden table and was currently getting fucked by the Rick that stood behind him.
The man was the one, who owned this office, but despite the location and situation, the Morty was the one in charge right now – the one who held control over Rick and their activities.
The older pulled the boy up and held him tightly against his body to fuck him even deeper.
Morty used this new position to wrap an arm around the other's neck and stroked Rick's hair and over the side of his face with one of his hands.
He turned his head so he could whisper to the Rick. "How does it feel? Does it feel good to fuck a Morty's ass?"
"Yeah, it feels great. Feels fucking amazing. I love it!" The Rick moaned.
"You wanna keep fucking more Mortys?" Morty then asked and stroked gently over Rick's cheek.
Despite the soft gesture, he wore an evil grin on his face.
Rick – not really seeing, or better said, not really registering his partner's current facial features – answered. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Then, with a yell, he came deep inside the boy's ass.
This in turn made Morty reach his own release.
Still caught in the afterglow of his orgasm, he stroked through Ricks hair again with a single hand.
"Hmm, you're always so supportive of Mortys." He started to praise. "I'm sure that the orphaned Mortys would be very happy if you'd adopt them. And they'd probably also be very happy to service your big cock to show you how grateful they are, Rick S-121."
"Sure, I would love to adopt those homeless Mortys. I'd love to take care of them and have them take care of me." Rick S-121 agreed to the proposition while also being in the aftereffects of his release.
"Well, I know that you have a big mansion, but even you won't be able to take care of all the Mortys." The Morty continued. "But don't worry. I know a place that is good for them and where they will be properly taken care of by other Ricks like you to which they can also show their gratefulness."
AN: And that's it for the first chapter. I'm not sure if I managed to make Morty F-396 likeable enough already, but he's a really determined guy who only has the safety of the citizens (and most of all, the Mortys) of the Citadel in mind.
BTW, while it's totally unrelated to this story, I feel the need to make some advertisement for my upcoming Ricktober Challenge.
If you want to participate (or just know more about it) you can find the rules, prompts and all the details right here (on DA: [www. deviantart hope27/ journal/ Ricktober-Challenge-762149481] or on AO3: [archiveofourown works/ 15865575]). I would be delighted if some of you guys would also like to join in :)
