Ask Rick & Vampire Morty!

“I did, actually. I couldn’t resist! I even walked around saying ‘bleh bleh bleh’, Rick thought it was hilarious.”

Pretty cute, too.

“What?”

“Honestly probably about a 65? I like women, and I find them attractive and stuff but I’ve always leaned a little more toward men.”

“Yeah, we- we’ve seen it a couple times! It’s one of my favourite movies, but Rick always makes fun of it because of time travel.”

Time travel just fucks everything up! A-and it doesn’t fucking work, you go to the past and fucking breathe and boom, some random fucking species is extinct!

But the fun I poke at it is harmless; they have a good cause and effect shit, a-and the actors are great. As far as time travel shit goes, it’s decent. I don’t do that shipping crap, but I can’t deny they’ve got chemistry.

“I ship it. I- I can’t picture them ever being without each other, y’know? I- I get so frustrated with the third movie because of Clara.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Rick mutters, turning away almost immediately.

Morty frowns and crosses the room, moving faster than he really intended to, and winds up basically teleporting in front of his grandfather. Rick jumps in surprise, shifting a step away, but Morty carefully grabs his shoulders in an attempt to stop him.

“Rick, please.” He whispers, looking up in an attempt to meet the older mans gaze. Rick looks away. “Don’t blame yourself. It was an accident, and I don’t blame you.”

Rick hangs his head.

“I- fuck, Morty, I should’ve done more to help! You told me that kid made you uncomfortable, you told me you thought something was wrong with him, a-and I didn’t even check it out! I just- I just fucked off to Birdperson’s place-“

“Rick!” He tries to interrupt, and Rick’s eyes snap open so he can glare down at the brunette.

“It’s my fault you got killed!”

“And it’s your fault I’m back!” He replies heatedly, and Rick’s glare softens slightly. “If you hadn’t come to save me he- Rick he had me pinned to the fucking shelves in the library, a-and he was going to tear my fucking throat out. If- If you hadn’t showed up I wouldn’t be here to yell at you!”

He pauses, guilt twisting his lips to a frown when he sees that his words have just poured salt in the wound; Rick hates that this happened to him, and hates that Morty died because of his lack of response to his grandsons concerns. Morty sighs softly.

“Rick,” This time when he speaks, his voice is gentle. “I- I know you feel guilty and I get it, but I’m telling you that honestly I- I’m not upset. Okay? I’m alive because of you. What happened was an accident, but you coming to get me wasn’t; you always come pick me up from school.” Rick reluctantly nods his head, and Morty feels a flush of relief. “I’m here, and breathing, because of you.”

Rick lets out a soft breath and nods once more.

“Okay.” He murmurs.

Morty smiles and shifts forward to wrap his arms around his Grandpa, arms dropping to wind gently around his waist. Rick hums a soft noise of approval and returns the embrace immediately, smiling slightly when he hears a soft purring noise from his grandson.

Morty shifts slightly and nuzzles his face gently into Ricks neck and inhales deeply, eyes almost rolling back as the older mans scent floods his senses. He smells of whiskey, laundry soap, and something chemical from the lab. It’s intoxicating. Deeper beneath is the scent of Rick’s blood, smelling as heavenly as honey, drool pooling in his mouth.

His lips part slightly so he can inhale, tasting the musk of Rick’s skin, and he knows Rick heard him inhale because he hears the older mans pulse speed up. That discovery brings immediate interest and suddenly his ear is to Rick’s chest. He hears the organ pound in surprise -no doubt a reaction in response to his sudden movement- but even after the surprise fades the pace doesn’t really slow down.

Morty glances up toward Rick’s face through his lashes, and his grandpas face is burning red. He pulls away almost immediately, cheeks dusted with the faintest hint of a blush.

“Sorry.” He offers a sheepish and embarrassed smile, but Rick waves a dismissive hand and smiles in return.

“Don’t worry about it. Are you hungry?”

Morty takes a moment to answer, senses focused on Rick’s still pounding heart. When Rick waves a hand in front of his face he snaps out of it.

“What?”

“Hungry? You? Food? Want?” He replies sarcastically, already walking toward his mini fridge, and Morty bites his tongue to hold back a cheeky response.

“Starved.” He growls lowly, Rick’s scent still upon his tongue. He doesn’t miss the way the man shivers slightly.

Morty watches silently as Rick approaches with a blood bag, and realizes he was only partly lying; he is hungry, but not for blood.