I hate this celebration of "lack of censorship" because when it comes to criminal things, -- and you know, you know what's criminal, don't be rotten, -- people just close their eyes. "Oh, just ignore it," "just filter it," "just choose what you'll see" it's not just that. If someone is a criminal next to you, if someone is a criminal near you, call the police, cut that person off from your life. Call the police, report it.
You can like furries, you can like tentacles, you can like a shower of gold on you. Now, don't mess with children, don't mess with teenagers, don't mess with animals, don't mess with vulnerable people, Don't mess with respect and dignity of the other's life.
Plot: Plot? What plot?... just porn. The quiet, sweet ones tend to hide a different side too...
Series: Tempest Wind, but made to work as a oneshot
Pairing: Vash x F!Reader
Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI
Tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Teasing, Flirting, Biting, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control, Hand Jobs, Creampie, Grinding
Word count: 3.2k
Author's Note: It's V-day. single or not, you'll always be Vash's valentine so here ya go, have another demo from Tempest Wind. You as a community picked this one! If you like this, check out the other demos and I'm posting daily chapters of the series! You'll find all the info about the series in the Masterlist.
Vash has been so consumed with worry and thoughts for the past few days that even his chatter has boiled down to planning, and for once, you can call him the worrywart like he has done to you many times before. It did coax out a light laugh from him, but he went right back to his talk of strategy and what the bandits could be planning and doing. He has drawn up a little map for himself where he has marked out roughly the locations of settlements, their names, and which ones have already been hit by the bandits.
You had told him to go to bed and get some sleep, but instead he has gone into planning mode once again under his blanket while you were looking out over the desert, trying to catch a glimpse of any car headlights. The radio plays as he tracks his pencil along the makeshift map. He tries to listen for more hints on where the bandits could be, but there is no news from this area. A few robberies have happened further south towards May, but they are nowhere near as frequent as in the northern area.
He is so consumed by his thoughts, and it worries you, so you hatch a plan to get his mind off things. If he's not going to sleep, then you will occupy him in different ways.
You stand over him for a moment as he lays on his stomach, his fingers laced into his hair as he stares at his notes. He doesn't even seem to notice you there. He is so used to you and so trusting of you that as long as you're keeping watch, his guard is down. You kneel onto your own mattress that is right next to his, and before he even turns his head, you're under his blanket.
"Won't you stop worrying so much?" Your voice is low in his ear as your hand pulls his out of his hair.
"I just... I don't want to leave you alone; I don't want to be away from you." His voice is sad as he sighs. He sounds so pathetic to himself, but to you, he can admit that.
"You won't come up with a better plan. After all, this is my idea, and I am always right." Your voice is quiet as you place a light kiss on his cheek. "It's only for a little bit."
His head turns to meet yours, a slight smile on his lips, yet his eyes are still sad.
"Even a little bit is too much."
"You'll get over it." You pull his face closer to kiss his lips, a tender and soft kiss locking your mouths together.
You feel him adjusting, turning to his side, his hand closest to you finding your waist, and it makes him freeze. He pulls away from you, looking into your mischievous eyes before trailing down your face and neck. He lifts the blanket a bit to peek underneath, and a deep crimson hue comes over his ears and face as you keep a close look on his expression.
"What's wrong?" you ask, amused.
"Where are your clothes?" His eyes meet yours again, and you see that somewhere deep, the awkwardness is overtaken by desire. Usually, he is the one undressing you.
"Somewhere over yonder," you say with a smirk as you let the blanket fall off your shoulder, revealing more of your skin to him. Vash has to swallow before your lips find his again; this time he is a lot hungrier.
His lips part with yours, his tongue pushing into the cavity of your mouth. You feel his hand move down your body, giving your thigh a squeeze before sneaking over your body. His fingertips start to push into the space between your legs, but you swat him away.
You click your tongue disapprovingly, and he pulls away with a surprised expression, clearly not expecting your denial.
"Your clothes are bothering me. Get up and take them off," you smirk, and Vash could swear you look so devious you could be the Devil for all he knows.
Still, he doesn't let you tell him twice as he gets on his feet, towering over you by your feet as you turn onto your back, your hands propping you up, the edge of the thin blanket sliding onto your stomach. Your eyes are nailed on him as he takes off his coat, shirt, and glove, revealing his scarred skin. He moves down to undo his belt, and he seems hurried and flustered, the redness still not completely gone.
"Does it make you nervous when I watch?" Your voice is still silky smooth.
He starts to answer, but it seems like his mind is wiped clean as he sees your knees move apart under the blanket, his eyes nailed to your lower half. This is uncharted territory for him; you haven't swept him up and away quite like this before.
"What is it? You want a treat already?" You smirk. "Your job is only half done, and you already want a peek?"
You could swear you saw his knees buckle for a moment as one of your hands reaches down to grab the blanket.
"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" You pull the blanket from your knees so he can clearly see your bent and spread legs, but you keep the rest covered by the blanket between them.
Vash springs back to life, pulling off his belt and throwing it aside before undoing his pants and pushing off his boots and socks. He stands in his underwear, watching over you.
"What if I have requests?" He has definitely found his footing again, an edge to his voice as his eyes burn up.
"I will fill your every desire, but first you will have to strip down completely." You smile wickedly as you gaze into his eyes.
You keep looking up even as he pushes down his underwear; only after he straightens up again do you look down to measure him and then look back.
"Spread your legs wider for me." You hear his request as he comes closer and lowers himself down. You do as he asks, your bent legs taking a wider stance.
"Good girl," his voice is husky as he touches your leg, placing kisses on the inside of your thigh, starting from the knee and moving closer to your warm and wet core. His hands stroke your skin, moving up until they pull away the blanket, letting him place his lips in the center as his hands push your thighs even further apart. His tongue is exploring the folds and tasting your arousal.
"Oh, fuck..." you moan as your head already falls back. He knows you well; he has his own little tricks he uses on you; every millimeter is measured and known. He could have you shaking uncontrollably within a minute, but that really isn't his style. He carefully inches you closer to your edge, waiting till your whole back is arched and moans escape your mouth. His fingers move into your cavity, pressing against your walls, giving you a whole different stimulus to focus on as he pulls his lips back.
"You like this, love?" His voice is quiet as he looks up from between your legs.
"You know-ooooh-I do.... ooh... ohhh," your moans getting louder and longer as his fingers touch you in every way that makes you gush. "Oh, Vash..."
"Your voice really is music, baby," he hums, placing a few kisses on the inside of your thigh again. "So what now, darling?"
"Ah, fuck!" He keeps you hovering on the edge, the inferno burning in your core, waiting to release all the tension. "God, you make me feel so... ah, so good... Get me there."
"Where?" his kisses getting closer to his fingers again.
"Make me cum, Red, oooh!" You can't arch any further; your legs spread as wide as they go. "Please!"
His tongue goes back to the swollen bundle of nerves, as his digits are still pleasuring you from the inside. It only takes him a few pressured licks to have you reach your limits. He feels you contract against his skin, your lungs letting out a loud moan sounding like his name. The mess you have already made amuses him as he gives you a few more teasing touches and feels you twitch under his fingers.
"You really are a demon." You breathe heavily, your head still falling backwards. "You know me too well."
He ignores your comments as he moves up your body. He leaves sloppy, wet kisses on your stomach and breasts, moving up to your neck until your back is pressed onto the mattress. Vash reaches over to turn off the radio that is conveying the latest news.
"I only want to hear you," his lips say by your ear, and you feel him against you, his tip touching your wetness. You try reaching out for it, but now it's Vash taking your hands and pinning them both with his prosthetic above your head. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and it takes you by surprise.
His other hand moves down to run his tip between your folds before pressing it against your opening. Your breathing is still fast as you wait with anticipation. You see the smirk on his lips as he slowly lowers himself into you. He starts off slow, but the last of him nearly slams into you. A moan escapes you as you adjust to his girth, and he pulls away just a little bit, but he doesn't start moving like you expected.
"Please..." You try reaching his lips with yours, but he denies you. "I want more..."
Your hips try to get the stimulation you're looking for, but you're too pinned under him, barely able to move along his length. Dissatisfied noises escape you, as even rolling your hips doesn't get you much closer.
"Please... give me more..." You bite your lip. "This was my idea... How did I end up being the one being teased?"
"So whiny..." he smiles. "What do you want?"
He bites your earlobe, and you let out a slight yelp.
"Fuck me!" you nearly growl by his ear. This gets his hips moving again, pulling almost all the way out, and you feel every vein and pump of his tease your insides. He only gets a few calm thrusts in before he sets a frantic tempo.
"You're so tight and warm," he whispers into your ear. "So wet."
You feel him pounding deep into you, the pleasure tingling up your stomach. You are completely at his mercy as he pins you under him, your hands tightly between his and the ground. Your legs hovering in the air above him. Your moans sound out together. He quickly has you arching from pleasure again, your body already looking for the last push that he won't give you yet. You know your insides are dripping for him; the arousal and pleasure make you go feral. You see his overwhelming pleasure in his eyes as he pulls nearly completely out, only to dive as deep as before. His whole length is trying to fit into you, pushing against you with every thrust. You clench up a bit, and immediately his excitement grows further.
All you can think about is him, his rough body against your skin, the way his lips feel, his breath, his voice, and his moans. The way he calls out your name due to the pleasure fills you with butterflies even now. The night would be filled with colors if they burst out of your chest. Vash makes you feel things you previously thought were impossible. The whole world feels vibrant, painted in colors of red, orange, and yellow like your desire for him.
He lets go of your hands and raises into a kneeling position. He catches your legs and pushes them against your chest; you're flat on the ground again. He uses his prosthetic to pin down both of your legs, their closeness making you even tighter. He might be good at keeping you on the verge, but chasing his own climax is a different story. The arousal has been filling his mind since the moment he noticed your naked body. Seeing you squirming because of the overwhelming pleasure he brings forth does unspeakable things to him, and his fingers find your clit again as he keeps pushing deep into you. Your fingers grab onto the sheets as he gives you the last little push and makes you cum hard around him. Your tightly clenching walls spell the end of this round for him too, as he fills your insides with a few more slow thrusts. His brow is sweaty as both of you come down from your high.
He releases the pressure on your legs and leans them against his shoulders as he leans back. He pushes his sweaty hair out of his face by running his fingers through it as he still catches his breath. Your insides tingle, and you move your grabby hands onto your breasts, giving them a squeeze as you come down from your high. The calmness is only physical; your desire still burns in your soul, and so does his. His hand runs up and down your leg as he looks into your eyes.
"You're beautiful; this look suits you," he says over his panting and leans closer, your legs sliding down his sides again. He comes close enough to kiss you, and you feel him move, still inside you. His lips lock with yours, hungry yet soft.
"I love you," you whisper through the kiss as best you can as your nails move onto his back.
His kisses move to your neck, and he talks through his nips and licks.
"I could never get enough of you. You're mine... I'm yours..." His voice is low but loud enough for you to hear.
It makes you clench around him again, and you feel your mixed releases flow down your crack. His words arouse you further. You know you feel the same, but hearing such things out of his mouth does something else.
"I love your blush. The rosy tone... the heat of your skin." His kisses move down your body, making his lower half pull away till you're left yearning for him to fill you again. It feels wrong, like you're missing a piece of yourself. His hands feel your body, and he leaves you tingling all over.
"Shouldn't it be my turn now?" You look at him as his lips touch your belly button and his hands track along your hips.
"No, you said you would fill my every desire." His fingers touch the ample wetness between your thighs. His answer is so resolute that it leaves no room for arguments.
"Again... this was my idea, and you choose to tease me instead..." You enjoy his touch as his fingers press lightly into your skin.
"Alright... I'll let you, but only if you turn around for a bit." His eyes look dangerously sharp in the dim light of the gas burner. "On your hands and knees."
"I wanna hear you beg." You push yourself onto your elbows again to look at him.
"You're not in a position to make demands," he says, slightly amused as he pushes two fingers into your cavity.
"Ah, fuck!" he takes you by surprise. "Dammit... when did you get like this?"
You may be complaining, but in reality, this makes you very hot and bothered. You lift your leg over him, the fingers slipping out again, as you turn onto your stomach and support your body up. You're about to turn towards him, thinking you know what he had in mind, but he slaps your ass.
"No need to move. This is good... Actually..." You look over your shoulder to see him sit down, and he beckons you closer, and you comply, slowly and teasingly moving to his side, your lips begging for a kiss as you're close enough.
He smiles a crooked smile as he kisses you on the lips, his hand closest to you stroking over your back. His lips part, and you're ready for more, but his hand presses down and guides you to lay on his lap, his hand giving another hard spank before sliding in between your legs.
"You're mean!" You moan with your ass up, "In the best way possible..."
"Open your legs," he says as he strokes up and down your crack and spreads your cheeks.
As soon as your knees part, his other hand moves under your body to find your clit, his fingers glide effortlessly over it due to the slick, and it immediately starts to feel overwhelmingly good. He strokes your parts, palm against your swollen bits. Your deep breaths quickly turn into moans and whines. His free hand keeps you in place as you start to squirm. He watches your body twist from the pleasure; the hand keeping you where you are moves; the fingers slide into your slit, jerking roughly and pushing you further, but not far enough.
"Aaaaah!" you scream out as you squirm to his touch. He pulls out his fingers, only leaving his other hand stroking against your clit. You feel his fingers move slightly up and draw circles against the back entrance, but you're so consumed by the pleasure that you barely notice it.
"Let me fuck you!" you pant out as your fingers grab onto the blanket.
"Not yet. Cum first," you hear the amusement in his voice; he is clearly enjoying this, your helplessness contrasting with your headstrong nature.
"Make me!" you shout desperately as he keeps you on the verge. "Give me more!"
He listens to your plea as his finger glides into your lubed ass, making you gasp. He has been there before, but not in quite such a position. The hand on your clit presses down harder as he fingers you, and it doesn't take half a minute for you to be screaming his name into the night with your legs uselessly twisting.
"Oh..." you press out between the panting, "I've had it with your unpunished teasing. Now it's my turn."
"You can't even stand," he laughs, putting one hand on your shaking thigh.
"I don't need to." You push up and grab hold of his shoulder. You roughly press him onto his back before climbing on. You see him rock hard again and, for a moment, consider your options, but you have been pushed too far, your mind clouded by the desire and just how well he knows you. He's an excellent lover, always paying attention and learning your every quirk.
You pull up, pinning his member between your bodies and starting to grind on it. The texture quickly starts to pull deep breaths out of him. His hands hold on to your legs as you move up and down the length of him.
"Love..." His eyes are closed as he enjoys you. "I won't last like this..."
"Don't worry, Red, I will make you last." Your hands glide over his chest. "Look at me. I want to see your pretty eyes."
You keep going, looking into his blue eyes, till you see his desperation reach its limits, only then you change things up and sink him in, taking his length and rolling your hips, giving him different, lighter stimulation. Your gentleness only lasts long enough to let him slightly cool off, and then it is replaced by you riding him like a tomas, making sure to edge him more than once before letting him empty himself into you again. His load dripping down the lower halves of both of you.
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***
" Hey Y/N...do you have plans for this weekend?”
“Hey Felix” you smiled “I don't, why ?” You chuckled, putting your math copybook in your backpack.
“Hum I was just wondering if-” He started.
“If you wanted to come with us at Hyunjin's”. Said Jisung, his best friend, slapping Felix on the butt.
“Yeah why not! When is it?”
“Saturday night 'til Sunday” Jisung replied, winking at you “Just the 6 of us, having fun...”
“Okay I'll come, See you later guys!”
You took your backpack and waved at them before leaving the classroom.
As soon as you left, Felix pushed Jisung.
“Dude! Are you serious?! I was going to ask your out!”
“I know but you looked so pathetic I had to do something for your own good” the boy replied, softly laughing
“You're an asshole...”
“I know baby”
Felix took his bag and left the classroom, followed by his best friend.
They were walking with Hyunjin to the convenience store to buy things for the weekend.
" So, what do we need?” Asked Hyunjin, pushing the cart
“Snacks, ramyeon, instant rice and alcohol...” Said Jisung, putting bags of potato chips in the cart.
“By the way, Y/N is coming” continued Jisung, which instantly made Felix blush
“Really”
“Yup, I invited her! Felix was too scared to do it”
“I wanted to but he came and humiliated me!” Said the youngest, hitting Jisung’s arm
“Anyways...no one cares about who invited her” cut Hyunjin rolling his eyes
“Yeah, the important info is that she’ll be here ~ I can't wait!” Continued Jisung
***
" Where is that damn shoe?! You screamed as you were finishing to get ready for the little party at Hyunjin’s.
After 15 minutes of intense research, you finally found it under your bed and put it on before taking your bag.
You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time and exited your house.
Hyunjin’s place wasn’t actually far from your house so you could go by foot.
A few minutes later, you arrived and rung the bell.
Jinsung opened the door.
"Hey! You're here! GUYS Y/N IS HERE!”
Chan exclaimed the moment you entered in the house.
“Hey guys!” You smiled, grabbing the red cup Jisung was handing you.
“Wow this is really good!” You stated, drinking a little bit of the blue drink.
“You like it? I made it, it’s a special mix!” He bragged, causing Felix to roll his eyes.
Suddenly, one of your favorite song started playing, you put the cup down and walked towards the living room, where Hyunjin and two other girls were dancing.
“I love that song! Who wants to dance?” You asked,
Felix and Jisung looked at each other, as if they were in a competition.
“Me!” They exclaimed at the same time.
The three of you started to dance together.
Felix was in front of you, your hand was on his shoulder while Jisung was behind your, his hand on your hip and his head on your shoulder.
Felix was pissed off. Jisung was his best friend but he kept on flirting with you while he knew he had a crush on you.
You were beautiful, Felix knew a lot of people liked you but Jisung already had a "girlfriend"...In fact, Mina wasn't really is girlfriend...they were more like friends with benefits, even though Felix was pretty sure Mina had very strong feelings for Jisung.
A few hours later, the mood was still up and you were looking for something fun to do.
Felix was just chilling with Hyunjin because Hyunjin was god-knows-where and he didn't want to go look for him.
You were really drunk, you knew it though, so you weren’t totally wasted.
You were going to the kitchen to drink some water when a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you.
You landed on a totally wasted Jisung's lap.
“Heeeeey youuu ~” He said smiling like an idiot.
“I think you're drunk Jisung!” You laughed because you were too.
“Wooow since when do you have freckles??? Wait. imma count’em…” He slurred, approaching his finger from your face
“wait do I have freckles?” you replied, not being able to think straight
He started to count your imaginary freckles really seriously and you cracked up because he was actually really cute.
“You know you ...are... really cute. I love how you dress too…I wanted to tell you buuuut..oh butt hihi butt!” You said, feeling your head spinning
He kissed your forehead.
“You’re a bit too high”
He kissed your nose.
“Still too high...”
The moment he pecked your lips, Felix entered the kitchen with Mina and Hyunjin.
Felix was mad. He grabbed your hand and led your upstairs.
“Waaait …Lee Felix what are you doing??? Okay slow down I’m gonna be sick”
“Shhh!” he simply replied
He pushed you in one of the bedrooms and closed the door.
“You're so annoying! Why are you like that? Don't you see that he just doesn't care about you like I do?? Gosh I hate this...” he complained
You lied on the bed, ready to fall asleep
“Huh?”
“Ugh…nothing…just forget it.”
He sat on the bed next to you.
“I know you're drunk and probably not even listening to me but...” He started
You took the end of his shirt and started to play with it which made him softly chuckle.
“-but I just wanna say that I really like you, even if you like Jisung more or don't like me at all, I just wanted you to know that...”
You stayed silent and kept playing with his clothes like a child.
“Yeah...as expected you're not even listening...”
He was about to stand up when you said seriously:
“I like you Felix…”
He literally froze in place and turn around.
“Huh?? what did you just say??”
You were talking really slowly
“I said: I like you Felix at least I think I do”
“Are you serious though???”
“you're nice and funny...Jisung is nice too...and cute…I think he kissed me earlier…”
“Yes... he did.”
“Oh…but why though? Because I like you not him.”
“Because you're totally adorable and pretty...and since he knows I've had a crush on you since middle school, he wanted to piss me off...and he succeed.”
“You had a crush on me all this time? That's cute.”
you stopped to think about what you wanted to say.
“I guess I kind of had a crush on you too at some point...like, last year when we were next to each other in English class? Every time we had to work together, I would feel my heart beat faster.”
Felix was shaking, a drunk Y/N was "confessing" to him in Jisung's parent’s bedroom at 1:26 am.
You were talking as if Felix wasn’t even here
“Or you know when we did a giant "spin the bottle" game in p.e class in 8th grade and you had to kiss this girl, I don’t even remember her name…? I didn't leave because I went to the bathroom. I was just jealous... And when you performed the school drama with Chaeyoung, I wished so bad I was her…you know I like you a lot but I will never admit it…because at school all these guys hit on me every day but in fact I've never had a boyfriend in my life...and I secretly wish you would be my first...you know…”
Felix was probably smiling like an idiot.
You two kept silent for a long moment and when Felix talked again, you didn’t answer.
“Y/N? Oh she’s sleeping...I should leave then.”
He stood up but you grabbed his hand.
“Can you…stay? It's cold…” you whispered
“Sure.”
He took off his jacket and laid down next to you.
You snuggled up against him and put your head in the crook of his neck.
-You smell...so good…
Felix was so happy that he felt like his heart would explode. It was probably the best day of his life.
• No one could have guessed that the CEO of Wayne Enterprise could have a second life as a super villain.
• Very manipulative and is the reason so many villains are now popping up in Gotham. A lot of them work for her and never know who she really is.
• Why does she do this? At first, she wanted revenge for her parents’ death but now it’s just fun to her.
• She is as intelligent and glamorous as she is deadly, no body is brave enough to go ageist Bryce Wayne or Batwoman. Well not until a reptile comes along.
Humanoid Godzilla (Gabby)
• Doesn’t care what anyone thinks, says or feels, she will end you without a second thought.
• Has a habit of accidently killing people. Like she will be walking and hit someone with her tail without noticing or if she does care.
• She goes where she wants because she can. She heard about a place called Gotham where a lot of weird and messed up people live so she thought she could blend in well for a while.
• As soon as she got there, she heard people talk about the two most powerful woman in Gotham and not to mess with them. To Gabby, that sounded like a challenge.
!IF THEY EVER MET!
• They instantly hate each other. When Gabby came to Gotham, Bryce saw her as a good addition to her ever-growing villain net work but Gabby was having none of it.
• Gabby knows Batwoman is Bryce Wayne because of her sent and because, according to Gabby is ‘too bitchy to be mistaken for anyone else’. • They fight all the time. Usually, Bryce has one of her many works take care of anyone she deems annoying but with Gabby? She wants to be the one to make her suffer.
• Both of them are so frustrated that they can never seem to beat the other. The longer it takes, the more insane their battles become. • Everyone who haven’t left Gotham are counting down the days Gotham falls due to their endless battles.
"Where… where am I?" Zero blinked before clearing his eyes. "Morty!"
Nothing.
There was absolutely nothing in that room, an intense light that threatened to blind him, was the only thing that bathed that place. There was no one else but silence.
"Where's Morty!"
He tried, then, move to see how extensive the place was, but he was bound with a kind of luminous chain that only allowed him to crawl a few paces; His wrists connected to the floor; And in his neck a collar that he could scarcely felt.
-Time for the transmission of trial for terrorism against the Mortys, starting at-
-Three-
The Ricks' jail was worse than the Galactic Federation one; Being a place where only Ricks were admitted, the punishments were more personalized [Yes, in the Galactic Federation were hundreds of pesky monsters, but that's the only thing the Ricks had to deal with in an eternity; Compared to this place, it was almost a vacation].
-Two-
The base date reads the worst fears of the accused Rick, and individually were projected on the four walls of the white suite; Making it a kind of 3D assembly that can’t be stopped, with the ability to smell and feel textures.
Repeating again and again.
-One-
If they had arrested Rick a few months earlier, he might even enjoy his fears. What sense would life have if we didn’t let ourselves fill with our emotions? His fears were also his fantasies: die; a hopefully and a premature pretty death.
But it was a different thing project pain into himself, and another one reflecting it to an innocent person. Damn the moment when he met Fan Morty, all his fears were thrown on him.
The white cell transported him to an alley in the citadel where some unknown subject cornered the child with blows. See him suffer at the hands of some stranger, smell the fresh blood spilling from his body, hear his cries of despair that only called out his name:
¨Help me Zero, please help me... ¨
Zero spent the next few hours in extreme anxiety, every second was worse than the previous one and his limbs tied did nothing but drive him crazy, he knew it was a projection, a farce reality, but when he closed his eyes his own mind played the same game.
He hold on his fear and focused on denying it, and he was doing it right since the voices began to sound distant and the blood he has splashed began to slip away from him, he was gaining against the room.
Or that’s what he thought.
The scenario that collapsed built another immediately but this time, it was strangely familiar, it was his house, more specific the garage. There was no one else but him tied up on the floor, suspicious enough to start a punishment.
Steps along the corridor alerted him a chase, socks on carpet, some things falling in the hallway, and voices that, as they approached, became more and more distinguishable.
"No, please, leave me alone!"
Morty entered the room desperately, closing behind him the door that increasingly threatened to collapse, the boy dressed in white boxers and a long blue nightgown; He looked terrified.
"Zero!" his face lit up " You won’t let him do me anything, right? "
The tears in his eyes crowned his face and suddenly the door finally gave way. Had been his friend, Writer Rick, the one who was harassing Morty. What happened next was something that might well have written an erotic, sickly novel.
Zero felt a twist in his heart, for a second he forgot that it was all a deep fear and he wanted run to help him. The chains tightened their ankles to the ground more and more, and the mere fact of listening Morty asking for help, destroyed him.
Hologram or not, he had not been there for him, he couldn’t actually remember a single moment when he was. He just stay there, chaining, staring at the little space that his tearful, repentant eyes let him see.
"Forgive me, Morty ... Forgive me, please."
But the Morty, that who had to forgive him, was hundreds of miles away from him; Nobody knows if in the same galaxy. How can we know if he was still alive; Or if he had become one injured Morty more of a million.
…
"Hi, Miami Morty, how are you today?" The nurse, fussy about knowing more about that extroverted Morty, placed both arms on the counter, seductively.
"Whatcha’ want, sweetie?" - the receptionist informed, without even taking his eyes off the magazine.
"So I bring you a Morty for the Riq IV’s collection, he’s a little dizzy because I missed the dose of sedatives.
"Isn’t that negligence, moron?"
"It isn’t if I was thinking of you, Miami Morty"
The guy lowered his magazine to reveal his ostentatious glasses and his extravagant straight hair. The nurse was just ... a nurse.
"You can be able to distracted by thinking of me when you've discovered something interesting that gives us an advantage over these bastards."
"Oh geez, but my Rick doesn’t usually let me use his lab.
"And mine doesn’t let me fuck him. Fix that and only then can you talk to me again, culero"
The nurse put on a long face as he went to the infirmary slowly, Miami Morty only opened the door behind the lobby and pushed Fan Morty into it. Then he went back to his chewing gum and his turbulent fashion magazine.
The interior was a place bathed in pheromones and warm lights; There weren’t so many Mortys wandering around, but the ones there were... were really busy between them. Fan Morty just crossed the threshold looking all distant, apparently he was the only one who had something on is body, even if it was an infirmary coat.
His head was spinning, it was almost like swimming in a sea made of reality and fantasy, he remembered everything that had happened, but he was really far from it, Miami Morty entered a few seconds later with a tray of juices.
"Al’ right bitches, here are your medicines, take them before Riq arrive"
"Where I am?" asked weak Fan Morty, Miami ignored his question and put a glass in his hand.
The liquid was black.
"This will help you enter in confidence, darling, and you'd better take off that nasty nursing gown; For what he’s going to do with you, you won’t need it"
"What is he going to do with me?"
"Whatever I want" Riq IV snapped up, stepping confidently into the room, frightening several Mortys running away from him.
Miami Morty stepped aside as well, letting the adult corral Morty in a corner. This boy could be stoned, but it didn’t take away the fear of that evil being.
"I've heard a lot about you, you've suffered a lot because of us," he caressed her cheek, "and yet, you still want us ..."
But Morty didn’t seem want to answer him, he heard the words perfectly, though he didn’t quite understand them; Tried to remove that hand from his face, but his body clung to hold the glass that Miami gave him, In the distance this same Morty beckoning to him that drinking it.
"I promise I won’t hurt you." The older man crouched down to kiss his forehead, all Mortys looking at them expectantly.
Then he kissed him again, this time in the nose, followed by a rose of lips that didn’t get any response from the boy. The shrieks of the other Mortys didn’t wait, Riq IV had never been so kind to anyone.
"You already have"
"What?" Riq sat up.
"You already did..." the disbelieving countenance of the adult, Miami in the distance silently telling him to shut up, the barely control of his body "You have already taken away Zero from me"
The Mortys hid behind Miami, this one was sweaty when the councilman turned to see him.
"You told me he no longer belonged to anyone," he said in annoyance.
"He doesn’t!" Not physically, not legally ... he's supposed to be ready to quench a new master... master"
"I am your only and absolute master now! Do you understand?" adult anger raged against the eyes of Ricks' staunch fanatic.
"Yes." he swallowed "Sir."
A punch in the face was the prize of his audacity, and Rick's Machiavellian smile made the spectators tremble.
"Let's see if you understand better after what I will do with you, you fucking bastard..."
Miami Morty ran away from the scene carrying a few innocent Mortys before they were punished too. There in the lobby, out of danger, stood the lawyer with his arms folded. Like who carries a dog to the aesthetic and waits his turn to leave.
"Mortimer, he did it," Miami shouted. "The Morty Nurse did it, the serum he gave him had the perfect blend of obedience and docility. The rest of the guys have to know this"
"I know," the informed man concluded. "But I want to try with this Morty every serum, I don’t need mistakes for what we plan, body"
"What do you mean? " Miami blinked. "But it worked very well on that Morty"
"To be able to control someone they have be allowed to forget they past, even to the people that they loved. Maybe this Morty is pretending all this stuff and what if he even remembers his... Zero. The moment he forget about him, we will know if we have succeeded.
"But for that we’d have to try on him all kind of substances! "
"Do you want to be the one in his place?"
"..."
"When he’s done, send him to the infirmary, and make sure I don’t waste my time again with such stupid tests like this."
"Yes, Mr. Mortimer," Miami blurted out, behind all these curious Mortys sticking to the door to see the scene from the other room.
"And Miami, hold on your whores "We don’t want setbacks"
"My... whores?"
"Isn’t what they are?" the lawyer left with less patience than he entered, but with great relief inside. The operation was going well, soon the Mortys would rule over the Ricks. All the pieces fit in their puzzle.
Even Zero.
If super fan Morty was the taster of the serum / machine that would rule the Ricks when the Mortys took over; Then Zero should be the Rick that would be used for the rest of the experiments.
He had thought of an age paralysis, something that would allow the Ricks to stay in that state forever; So the punishment for their crimes alongside the Mortys would be permanent and what better guinea pig than a convict?
A group of his best scientists visited him that afternoon, Zero were only a few hours there, and he was already catastrophically wounded; At the level of consciousness, of course.
As soon as they entered Zero's cell, he didn’t bother asking be taken out of there but know about Morty, his Morty. The lawyer looked at him nonchalantly, his team did what they had to do.
It was still a mystery why there was such a close bond between them. It would be love? Impossible, a Rick could never worry about a Morty, and no Morty could withstand such contempt from a Rick and still love him.
Separate them, then; was an even sweeter taste than victory itself; Which eventually occurred, in favor of the Mortys, clearly.
There was nothing else that could be added to their destinies.
Zero was confined to a joint cell after his 'merced' cooperation to the troops of Mortimer X'043; Fan Morty was treated with supplements and patch of memories that bordered him to run the nursery as in his good times.
But now, the nursery was not housing Mortys but Ricks; and they life continued normal after that.
