When Morty woke up it had started raining. The rain had set itself above the city as a thick blanket, and it stayed there for five days.

The family took in the new Morty calmly, probably all thinking this was just another shenanigan that would soon pass. And they had promised that the clone would bleach a stripe of his hair to tell them apart, so how bad could it be? They had named him Corty, after a long arduous fight, through which Corty had sat quietly in the middle.

It was the morning of the fourth day, as Morty sat on the bed with Corty, doing word associations. Corty had taken a liking to Mortys previously favourite night shirt and sweatpants combo, and was now cozily lounging on his squeaky guest bed. They had pushed their beds together as they had found that holding the other's hand kept most nightmares away. Corty barely spoke. When Morty asked him about it, he said he was afraid of stuttering. Someone, who Corty refused to identify, had made a joke about how even his clones had the speech impediment. So a cozy silence had fallen.

One of them wrote down a list of words, then the other would mark behind that his immediate associations. They would study the others answers, then scribble their own, hand it back, and on and on. This was their second day doing this. Morty wanted to go splurge on movies or something with his new buddy, but the weather kept being a bummer. So word association it was.

They're passing the paper tirelessly for the fifth hour, when Corty mid paper handing, pauses. He looks Morty straight in the eye and reaches his free hand to his doppelgangers cheek. Morty glances at the door, and understanding the request, Corty goes to close the newly installed stronger lock on the door. He clumsily, and with obvious excitement in his lanky body, bounces back next to Morty. Simultaneously they catch eachothers mouths in a hungry kiss. Everything is on the same level, and as such, when their bodies find one another, all is leveled. Their equally scrawny shoulders touch bony tips, creating between a grail of sorts. Flat muscle- and fat-free chests meet with a hollow 'thunk'-sound. And they moan quietly at contact into each others mouths. They know what they need, it's just hard to execute with no proper previous knowledge.

They fumble each other bare, and not really knowing what to do, just start groping all they can reach. Morty, heart racing in his ears, gathers the courage to get a feel of the others ass. Corty moans from so deep within his computer soul, that Morty (hands shaking) makes his way between the soft cheeks. Corty buries his face at the crook of his neck and sloppily starts kissing the skin there to muffle himself, as Morty has found his target. They play around for a while, never actually daring to penetrate, and grind together to the finish line.

They lay there, cheeks together in Mortys narrow cot, letting their sweaty bodies dry in the now heavy air. They kiss uncoordinatedly, and admire their own bodies in the third person. "It's hard to internalise that if I call you handsome, I'd call myself that too. You don't feel like me." Corty nods, and yawns. Morty sticks his finger in the open mouth, without much thought. He just always wanted someone to do it to him, so of course he did it.

Corty is surprised for a moment, and then his gaze glasses over, and obediently he sucks in the finger. A nother follows. Morty pushes a third by the lips on a inward suck, surprising the other once more. Morty pushes deeper, and Corty tries not to gag. Surprisingly he soon has his entire first in the others mouth. Corty is sucking all he can, while spit drips down his chin, and he humms in pleasure. They please each other with hands this time. As Corty edjaculates first, Morty pushes his head down to his crotch. While the other is still out of it momentarily, he fucks the willing mouth 'till it's creamy.

Morty feels like he could sleep a year, and it's still so early they're still the only ones home.

Basking in the afterglow Corty starts to finally speak: "If … If Rick ever finds out, our dream of-of- of becoming his, we can say goodbye to. Right?" I nod: "Not that he would reciprocate anyway. But I-i-I can hear it already 'M-Morty you sick fuck, you defiled th-the scientific golden rule to ne-never fuck a robot' or some stupid sh-shit." Corty nods and laces our fingers together:" H-he did make me for you, s-so w-wh-why not enjoy just that," I blush, as does he. We nervously glance at each other every few seconds for a while, bot just getting over the rush of hormones going on within.

Downstairs contrary to the boys beliefs, enjoying a Saturday morning whiskey with a luxurious strawberry ice cube, is Rick. He's looking at two monitors, earphones half fallen off, glass mid sip, frozen. Rick wanted to see how the AI would develop, and had started surveying them now and then out side social settings, such as in Mortys room by the two of them. He didn't think it'd be a big invasion as he assumed things would mostly be boring Morty-talk. Them first kissing had been something he had ignored. They were teens, it was just healthy. Eyes stuck on the screen he then saw more. Refusing to lessen his own growing uncomfort from a moral obligation standpoint, he just stared hypnotized.

He had frozen at the point where his name was mentioned. "Excuse me?" He asked the empty room, as if expecting an answer.