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A dim glow illuminated Rick's apartment. The moon had risen hours ago, but the television remained his only source of light. Rick's apathy had been worrying Genis. He was expecting Rick to lose himself entirely and self-destruct any day now. Weeks after Marlo left him to establish a relationship with Heather, Rick's depression had still not lifted and he was continuing to neglect himself. And, he seemed to grow worse with each day that went by without his wife. Rick's sorrow was so palpable that Genis had been struck with it too. Although initially, Genis' possessiveness inspired a surge of joy that Rick was all his. 

All his… Well, that was only pleasant in his imagination. In reality, the isolation Rick was imposing on himself could not be healthy. The only time Rick interacted with anyone besides Genis was when they had to intervene in another intergalactic emergency, and Rick’s input was usually minimal. On an ordinary day, Rick spent his time watching satellite television with a blank expression that revealed no emotion. He only ate actual meals for dinner, which he had delivered. Otherwise, he was mostly surviving off potato chips, pretzels, and beer. And he was leaving takeout containers and beer bottles everywhere. He had lost all hope that Marlo would return and profess her undying love for him; keeping his apartment tidy didn't matter to him now. 

When they switched out, Genis had a number of tasks to take over. It was ridiculous, really, that he even offered to do them. He took out the garbage, washed dishes, went through Rick's mail to ensure he paid his bills, and even purchased Rick food from the corner store. Genis had never even been into an Earth business by himself, besides Golden Orange Comics. A very irritable shopowner had to instruct him on how to use cash. Rick forgot to tell him how, then went quiet while in the Microverse. It felt insulting, maintaining a human life when he should be out saving them. But Rick seemed content to let himself languish..

Keeping Rick company was the only other help Genis could really offer. Rick was exercising all his restraint not to call Marlo, and he said his closest friend, beside Genis, was usually homeless and impossible to contact. If not for their pitfall of swapping molecules, Genis could spend time with Rick in person, providing him the affection he desperately needed. Touch would spark Rick back to his regular self, at least in Genis' daydreams. He wanted to lay Rick down and kiss every inch of him, working him over so tenderly that a smile returned to his face. He wanted to perform all manner of sex acts on him too, but it felt a little sleazy to entertain those visions when Rick was in such a sorry state.

However, today, Rick was making it extraordinarily difficult not to fantasize about him. Genis hadn’t remembered to do laundry, and Rick had run out of jeans he hadn’t spilled takeout on. So, he had been lazing on the sofa wearing nothing but his briefs all afternoon. Genis should be out enjoying the Microverse, he knew that. There were a number of ways to entertain himself. He could take a walk and admire the scenery, he could meet a girl to fawn over him, he could try to practice guitar with the instruction Rick had provided him... But his gaze kept wandering back to Rick's apartment. 

Every time Rick moved, Genis could see his bulge shifting in his briefs. He was surfing through television channels at the moment, leaning forward on the sofa with his legs spread. He was in a prime position for Genis to kneel between his knees and–

No, he had to wipe those thoughts out of his mind. They were torturing him. He had to watch the receiver of his want at all hours, inevitably catching glimpses of him showering and dressing himself. The teasing was unintentional but relentless. He grew so horny some days that the butterflies in his stomach soured into a sensation of nausea. 

Genis didn't know of anyone else in the universe who was stuck in such a miserable situation with the object of their affection. He and Rick were beyond long distance, hopelessly kept apart. And yet, he saw the world through Rick’s eyes, and every time Rick looked in a mirror, it was Genis who reflected back. He wanted to experience their bond at the deepest, most devoted level, but–

"Genny?"

Rick’s voice rang out in his head. His tone was questioning, almost unsure of himself. Genis blinked several times as he switched his focus to the present moment. 

"It's Genis, Rick. Or Marv,” he reprimanded. “Is there something you need?"

As he spoke, Rick repositioned himself on the sofa, laying his head on the armrest while he crossed his legs. Genis resisted the temptation to look between them; he had to get a grip. He’d seen Rick naked a hundred times before. But there was a teasing element to having just one region of Rick’s body out of his sight, and it was tormenting him. 

Yeah, he really should go find a Microverse girl to mess around with– 

"You up to anything, Marv? Wanna watch somethin’ together?"

Genis had little interest in the Earth television programs Rick asked him to watch. But he knew that Rick just wanted company. It would be wrong to leave him any more isolated than he already was… 

"No, I’m,” Genis gave a sigh of resignation. “Avaliable… What movie is it?”

"Rocky III. I mean, the first movie is the greatest, but I should at least show you one of these flicks. They’re real popular on Earth, you’ll see why. So it starts with this heavyweight boxing world champion…" 

Rick started to describe the plot of the original film as Genis redirected his attention to the television. Oh, Grozit– Brief scenes of attractive, sweaty men were playing, one after another. The camera zoomed in on their muscular thighs as they ran, and Genis felt a spike of arousal. Rick wasn’t as beefy as the men on the screen, but he still had great muscle tone that Genis couldn’t help admiring. Genis really had been trying to reduce his fantasizing, but Rick was nearly naked and demanding they watch a program that was nearly softcore pornography– 

He was just a man, and his libido was being stoked, it was too difficult to resist. If only he were there in the apartment… He’d spread Rick’s legs apart, kneel between his knees, and tell Rick exactly how he wanted to get him off. Once encouraged, Genis would tease him through the fabric of his briefs, thumb at him, lick him, get him nice and excited– And then he’d settle onto the couch, pull down Rick’s briefs and reveal his dick, taking it deep in his mouth, savoring how Rick thrust and trembled even as he tried to watch the movie and act nonchalant–

He knew Rick wasn’t above lustful desperation, but Genis doubted that he could trigger it. When Rick initiated sex with Marlo, she sometimes played games with him, teasing his flaming desire. Touch was his reward, but he had to plead for it. Genis had witnessed the game a few times– not on purpose! Sometimes Rick and Marlo just forgot he was there…

And next thing Genis knew, he’d see Rick kneel between Marlo’s legs and ask for her affection in excruciating detail. She made him describe where he wanted her hands, where he wanted to be kissed or licked, whether he wanted it to serve as foreplay, or to be made to finish. 

Sometimes she denied him and made him ask again for another act or position, or to guess the type of touch she desired. All the while, he kissed up and down her legs as he whined for her to grant his wishes. And he was always so gentle about it... He stared up at her with those puppy dog eyes that would make anybody melt and when he got frustrated, he just buried his head against her leg or between her thighs and kept pleading. 

There was no way Rick would play that game with him, Genis knew. Rick would probably remain disinterested in him, even if Genis was the one to get on his knees and plead. He and Rick were linked together with gold bands, till death do they part. Yet they weren’t bonded in the way golden rings symbolized on Earth. The two of them were intimate in ways they would never experience with another person. Destiny had brought them together, they should be together in every way possible, blowing each other away–

Genis could definitely make Rick come undone. He’d already learned that Rick's body was alluringly sensitive. Genis hadn't made use of that knowledge once they were face to face and Rick indulged him– He was still kicking himself over that. He should have spent much, much more time on foreplay, but he'd been too horny to think straight. He'd seen Rick hum with delight and bite his lip at the slightest, extended touch, like when Marlo ran her fingernails over him flirtatiously. All Marlo had to do was sneak one hand up Rick’s shirt, and she had him leaning his head back, eyes closed and smiling wide, like he was already in ecstasy. 

Rick really was wrapped around her finger– Marlo brought out a more tender-hearted side of him. Well, Rick was still stubborn as hell with her too, but he stood down and let her will triumph over his more often than he’d ever done with Genis. All she had to do was remind Rick how wild he was over her…

During mild arguments, Marlo would sometimes attack Rick with affection until he was too giggly and lovey-dovey to remain combative. She'd tackle him with no warning, tickling and nipping at him, as Rick weakly tried to twist away with a giddy expression on his face. Once they were both hiccupping from laughing too hard she'd give it a rest, while Rick whined that he was gonna break a rib. It was admittedly very endearing, and the attacks almost always worked, making Rick disinterested in fighting any further.   

Genis had wished, many times, that he could shut Rick up the same way. 

Rick melted under Marlo… But then again, he was deeply, desperately, in love with her. There was no guarantee that he'd react even remotely the same with Genis, even if they were able to touch one another. 

Still, Genis wanted to try. It would entertain him to no end to play with Rick's body for hours, overstimulating him affectionately until Rick was loopy with pleasure. They didn't even need to strip all the way. Genis would just sit on his hips, maybe grind against him a little, and explore his every nook and cranny until he'd discovered all Rick's most sensitive areas, and how to drive him wild. He wanted to make Rick smile and laugh until he expressed the same sappy emotions for Genis that he felt for his wife. 

Yet that was fantastical. It would never happen. And despite their intimacy, laying his hands on Rick was impossible, and it was driving him fucking insane–

"Marv! You even paying attention?" Rick shot up, crossing his arms with a pout while glaring upwards at Genis. 

Grozit. The fantasizing had to end, or Rick was going to start noticing how spacey he'd been acting.

“No, er– The movie wasn’t holding my interest,” Genis offered as explanation. 

"Shoot,” Rick remarked, still looking up. “Maybe Predator would be more up your alley. But thanks for hanging around.” 

He flashed Genis a genuine smile, which Genis happily returned, before Rick turned back towards the television.

“I know I been nothing but a bummer lately. If we're lucky, another cosmic warlord will stir up trouble tomorrow, so at least I'll be needed somewhere.” Rick grimaced with a tilt of his head. “Well… Almost." 

"I need you, Rick." Warmth radiated through Genis’ response, although he hoped that didn’t reveal how much he was pining...

“Pfft,” Rick waved his hand in disbelief. “Knock it off, Genis. You know that ain't true. You'd do just fine without me. I’m a walking disaster waiting to happen wherever I go.” 

Rick grumbled his next words just loud enough for Genis to hear. 

“Honestly, sometimes I still think Heather should have just let me stumble off that damned roof–" 

"Cram it!” Genis roared. “You know how terrified I felt when you did that? I’ve gone to Hala and back to save your life, and then you just waste it feeling sorry for yourself!”

Rick rolled his eyes, then stared back at the television, expressionless again. 

Why did Genis even bother? If Rick wanted to be in a rotten mood, nothing Genis said would alleviate how he felt. Although, Rick was lower than ever. He required even more bolstering than before. Now really wasn't the time to be yelling at him, was it? 

“But you know I'm fond of you,” Genis recovered. “You matter to me, Rick." 

“Yeah, you and you alone,” Rick replied with a snippy attitude.

Well, why shouldn't that be enough! If it were true, and Genis knew that it wasn't. Rick was always taking things to extremes; when he felt low, he switched to resenting those who liked him, for little reason. Yet, he had written an entire book on all the people he bonded with while sidekicking in his young adulthood. There was no lack of friendship in his life.

“Rick, don't be like that.” 

Rick didn't answer. He started clicking rapidly through the television channels, hardly pausing between them. 

"Rick, don't ignore me,” Genis admonished, only to be met with silence. 

"Rick!" 

Even more silence. 

"Well, I'm just going to keep talking then,” Genis warned. “Remember Calculex? They call it the armpit of the universe, but it's a blast if you know how to enjoy yourself. Well, when I first visited, I had this grift, using my holo-projector to cheat at cards. It’s not a game played on Earth, but I could tell you the rules…” 

Genis kept jabbering on, waiting for Rick to acknowledge him, even if it was just to tell him to shut the hell up already. 

It was a little melancholy, though, speaking of Calculex. His last excursion there had been anything but rewarding. They say you can never go home– Trying to fly back into his past just hit him with a sense of emptiness, made worse by all the reminders that he’d spent most of his life so far drunk and disorderly. One too many people on that planet had scraped him out of gutters and been subjected to his hedonistic tendencies. 

Plus, Magnus had really knocked a crater in him. His trash-talk hadn’t been far from the truth. Genis was a freak of science, totally isolated in the cosmos. Not even visiting his old friends again made him feel like himself. Seeing them, especially Steck’ee, just reminded him that nobody knew who he was anymore. And Genis had little to offer in the way of explanation. He didn't even know where his place was in the universe. 

Despite how difficult he could be, Rick was the only person who made Genis feel like he belonged anywhere, or even existed. And like Rick had said– With him, Genis was never alone. 

Rick settled on another television show, one that just played scenes of people nearly maiming themselves, interspersed with commentators laughing at them. Earth culture really was more barbaric than they gave themselves credit for. 

Rick must have entirely tuned out Genis’ yakking out by now… Mid-sentence, Genis quit speaking and went another direction, trying to score Rick’s attention. 

“Rick, even with all the stunts you pull, your taunts and your wisecracks…” Genis shook his head with a resigned smile. “I care about you, and I couldn't leave you alone if I tried. I wish I was there, with you," he finished quietly.

Rick finally perked up at that. 

"Yeah?” Rick snickered. “Why? So you can examine my molars with your tongue?" 

Narrowing his eyes, Genis rebuffed him. He had to retain his pride…

"That was a one time thing, remember?" he grumbled. Unless– No, Rick was just messing with him.

“Eh– Y’know… I might be into it.”

The snide expression Rick wore was all Genis needed to verify that Rick didn’t mean that, no way. And Genis was not about to give him the upper hand.

“Y’know? I might not be.” Genis replied curtly. “Plus, I know you’re not serious.”

Rick laughed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he admitted. “But hey, you over me that quick? I’m a little insulted,” he pouted again in mock offense, raising his hand over his heart. 

“You were underwhelming,” Genis retorted, even as visions of Rick’s face as he was driven towards ecstasy blazed through his mind, tempting him. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Rick taunted in sing-song. “Guess my heart wasn’t in it,” he declared while he rubbed the hand over his heart in a spiral. His face fell while he said those words, but just for a minute.

“It was an experiment, like you said. I’m with you there.” Genis knew that was a lie, but ideally, it would be a convincing one. 

“Ha. Fantastic,” Rick replied, before tilting his head upward to grin at Genis. “But, hey– Speaking seriously? I’d be an atomic wreck without having you to rely on. I’ll tune the teasing down a notch. You just look so adorable when you’re angry." 

Genis sneered at him, which just elicited another laugh.

“Hey, that one didn’t count! Your relief from teasing starts now.” 

“Well, thanks for the appreciation. I wouldn’t say I’m enjoying garbage duty,” Genis noted. It wasn’t a guilt trip, but Rick seemed to think otherwise. He winced, then hugged his arms around himself, staring at the television like he was trying to look past it. 

“Shit, I know, man. I know. You don’t gotta do it, I really didn’t expect you to. I just get in these funks– But hey,” he looked up to meet Genis’ eyes again. Rick had an open, puppy-eyed expression on his face that made Genis feel a little sappy upon seeing it. “Wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” Rick questioned. “It's been like, over a week since you last asked." 

Genis had been switching out to sleep in Rick's bed multiple times a week, which was a mistake. Rick’s scent lingered on the sheets, making it easy to imagine that he was laying there beside him. As if he could roll over to kiss him, or pin him to the mattress and ask him to demonstrate all the dirty acts he’d done on it previously– Grozit!

It’s not like everything Rick did on that bed was sexy– Genis had also seen him asleep on his stomach, drooling on his pillow while lost in a dream. 

His dreams were still causing nothing but grief, and only got worse when he was sleeping where Rick had the night before. And now, the smut had become accompanied by Rick speaking to him as if he was lovesick; saying “I want you, I’ll never leave you, you’re the only one I need...” The attraction was one thing, but feeling that way about him– They liked each other well enough, sure, but thinking for a minute that Rick wouldn’t jump at any opportunity to leave him behind was just asking to get heartbroken. 

What Genis needed was some space, and yet he heard himself taking Rick up on his offer anyway. Fuck… His lack of restraint was getting laughable. 

“Lemme just put some pants on,” Rick said, before yawning exaggeratedly and switching off the television. Groaning, he stretched backwards, arcing his back as Genis weakly tried not to admire him. Quality sleep was not going to happen in Rick’s bed, but it was too late to reverse course now. That would just seem suspicious, right? 

Rick hummed as he tried to loosen muscles he hadn’t used in hours. 

“Think the dryer’s done, don’t wanna attract the wrong kinda attention, striding around half-naked in the Microverse. But after that– Sweet dreams!” 

In the middle of the night, Genis was disturbed by something heavy crashing onto the mattress next to him. He opened his eyes and saw Rick’s bedroom, the same as it had when he’d gone to sleep. But before he could investigate any further, his vision was blacked out. 

“Guess who!” The invader exclaimed. His lively voice was as familiar to Genis as his own face in the mirror. 

“Rick?” Genis shouted in surprise as he turned around to look at him. 

Rick laughed.

“You got it! I’m here, you’re here, no more livin’ half a life!” Rick got to his feet, and started jumping on the mattress, jolting Genis up and down with him. Genis tumbled out of bed and looked at the friend who’d been torn from him, but was now available to touch. It seemed too good to be true… 

Still laughing, Rick leapt down from the bed and took hold of Genis’ hips to spin the both of them around. He looked absolutely over the moon. 

“Holy hell, man. I never been so happy to see you!”

Rick yanked Genis into a hug, hitting him on the back with one fist. With a pleasant sigh, he drew Genis into him more, then stood on his toes to unexpectedly kiss Genis on the jaw. 

“Oh man, I just been dying to touch you,” Rick whispered into the side of Genis’ neck, his breath hot and lingering. 

Genis’ heart was beating so hard, he wouldn’t be surprised if Rick could hear it. And the next thing Genis knew, Rick had him by the back of his head, forcing him down for another kiss. Rick was relentless, hungry like a wolf, landing his lips everywhere he could reach, his want insatiable and overwhelming. Genis had to hold Rick’s head still just to kiss him on the mouth, welcoming Rick’s warmth and the fervid desire Rick was finally leaning into. 

Rick’s hands still darted, hyperactive, all along Genis’ torso; like Rick couldn’t make up his mind on where he wanted to touch Genis most. 

Finally, Rick set his hands on either side of Genis’ hips again before pulling away from Genis’ kiss. When Genis opened his eyes, Rick’s expression sent an electric spark of happiness through his heart. Rick was wide-eyed, open-mouthed, and admiring; his face then transformed into a smile of pure joy, and his eyes lit up like he was in seventh heaven.

"You know that I love you, right?" Rick asked eagerly. 

"I know," Genis replied, even though he really hadn’t, not until this moment. Yet he'd wanted to hear those words for what felt like an eon…

Rick laughed.

"Oh, no, you don't. Not yet. Lemme prove it to you."

Rick kept his face angled upwards and kissed Genis on his cheek and his jaw, before moving down to his neck, then his collarbone– Genis inhaled in surprise as he felt Rick rest a hand on his ass. Evidently, Rick noticed, and he met Genis' eyes with a wicked grin.

"You starting to get the idea?" Rick jested. 

Yes, yes Genis was, though he still half disbelieved it. Genis tentatively thumbed the button on Rick's jeans, anxious that he might have misunderstood. He waited for Rick to step away or slug him, but received another kiss on his neck instead. 

"Go on," Rick whispered. "Go right ahead." 

Every thought flew out of Genis' mind, aside from his burning desire. He didn't need to think, he just needed Rick's clothes off. Now, right now, he wasn't going to waste another second. Rick threw his head back and laughed as Genis rapidly flung Rick’s motorcycle jacket off and started forcing Rick’s shirt over his head. Let him laugh. He might as well get it out now, before Genis wound him up and made him moan as he was fucked within an inch of his life. 

Pinned against the wall, Rick trembled as Genis thrust into him with wild enthusiasm. Sweat beaded on the small of Rick's back, where Genis held him up so Rick could hook his legs over Genis' elbows. Their lips stayed locked together, Rick's grasp around Genis' neck and shoulders assured that. Both of them only took quick gasps of air, unwilling to part for more than a second. Keeping Rick restrained and unresisting in his arms felt dreamy– Genis was fucking away Rick's attitude problem and releasing the desire Rick had been determined to hide. 

One minute, Genis was watching the scene from above, then he eyed their embrace from the side, and suddenly he was in first person again, savoring the delight on Rick's face from inches away. The implication of watching himself from those impossible angles meant nothing to him; all that mattered was the excitement of Rick melting in his arms. Genis was proving himself, fighting for and securing Rick's lust. By the time Genis burned out, he didn't want Rick to even remember the name of his previous lovers. 

"You're mine," a growl escaped Genis while Rick gulped down oxygen. "Say that you're mine," he demanded. He wanted full possession, to serve as Rick's one and only. Anything else was a pale imitation of the intimacy he craved like an illicit drug.

"I'm yours! ‘Course, I'm yours, just keep doin' what you're doin'- Oh man, mmm," Rick hummed with satisfaction as Genis quickened his pace. 

Shivering with euphoria, Genis grit his teeth and came, the release prolonged and violently intense. Fuck– It felt divine, uncontested among his bygone sexual escapades. The pressure around his dick increased as Rick tensed, but his wetness encouraged Genis not to let up. Again, Genis needed the release again, at least one more time before he relieved Rick from duty. An abrasive laugh had shot out of Rick's throat when Genis drenched him, and now Rick was shivering too, ready to blow. His fingernails dug into Genis' neck and desperation transformed his expression into something pornographic. Genis decelerated and drove into him deep but leisurely, savoring Rick's whines and pants as he watched Genis rail him.

Rick was nearly shouting Genis' name now. He arced his head back against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut, right on the verge. Rick gasped as Genis came with another euphoric shudder, then resumed whining Genis' name, drawing out each syllable. Genis eyed every inch of Rick's taut body with a swollen ego. This was his doing, Rick's pleasure was within his realm of power. Rick had never submitted to Genis' will more than he was doing at this moment. And Genis was determined to make it last as long as possible. Rick's orgasm started to rock him, but before he could cum, Genis' vision swirled into a mess of stars.   

Vivid, enticing images started sparkling through Genis' mind in a disarrayed montage. Genis held Rick's legs open to fuck him in every angle imaginable; he pinned Rick's knees apart and into the mattress, then hauled one of Rick's legs over his shoulder and kept the other down– Rick just relaxed and enjoyed himself, with pure delight shining in his half-shut eyes. 

The temptation to tease him was overwhelming. He did deserve it– Rick had denied their mutual attraction, driving Genis mad with sexual frustration. But tonight, Rick offered up unfettered access to himself. Every inch of Rick’s body was for the taking, and his enthusiasm for Genis’ touch never wavered. For what felt like hours, he encouraged Genis to please, please lick and paw at him as if the world might end if they so much as paused. 

Once, Genis had rolled Rick over and up, so Rick’s ass was in the air as his cheek was smushed into the mattress, and made him so desperate that it felt obscene. Genis had rimmed him ever-so-slightly, taunting him with faint licks and spirals of his thumb before just barely inserting the tips of his dick. Hearing Rick's demands to be fucked as he was toyed with made him throb with desire, until it was impossible to go another minute without obeying. 

Rick was so sensitive, and his reactions so rewarding– All Genis had to do was run a finger down Rick’s armpit or the crevice of his thigh and he had Rick panting from how horny the overstimulation made him.

Letting Rick rest after he was fucked only opened more opportunities for Genis to indulge his curiosity. It felt like an experiment, Genis imagined how Rick might react to stimulus and then tested his theory, leaving no sensitive area neglected by his fingers and tongue. 

Swirling his thumbs over Rick's nipples elicited hums of enjoyment, and taking them in his mouth made him even louder. Tickling his sides made Rick writhe away and laugh so hysterically that Genis ended up snorting with laughter too. And each time Genis added to the nebula of bruises up and down Rick's torso and thighs, Rick kept a hand on the back of Genis' neck and settled into his all-consuming desire to mark Rick as his own. 

Genis had tentatively sucked at Rick's neck, unsure if Rick would allow being bruised in an area the whole world would see. Yet, Rick angled his head back and permitted Genis to make it known that he had laid claim to him. 

He didn't remember another time where he was so entertained by his lover. Every time Rick came, Genis felt a spark of victory. It was addicting to overpower him with lust, and keep him warm and pliable in his hands. Whenever he wasn't panting or whining Genis' name, Rick smiled giddily, demanding more, take me, gimme more. Genis had performed just about every act he could scheme up, alternating between tenderness and aggression. 

By request, he'd let Rick fuck him a few times, and rode him passionately even though he felt more satisfaction from penetrating him. In return, Rick had let Genis fuck his mouth until his eyes watered and Genis' cum poured over his tongue. Genis lost track of how many times they had both come, but his hedonistic want urged him to continue testing Rick's endurance. They'd made an absolute mess of each other. Cum stuck to their bodies, and Rick even had some adorning his face and hair.

They'd have to wash themselves off later, maybe wrench out one more mutual orgasm while wet and soaped up–

He could tell Rick's stamina was waning, although his enthusiasm wasn't. Rick kept his arms looped around his thighs, stretching them upwards until his knees were almost reaching his shoulders. His wide, puppy-dog eyes were near tears from Genis' attempts to make him last. Rick's expression was delightful, laced with admiration and need. With each unhurried thrust, Genis rubbed the sensitive skin between Rick's entrance and the root of his dick. 

Rick's hums died down as he dropped his jaw and rolled his eyes back. His dick was twitching and throbbing with denial, an enthralling sight. There was no way he could take much more– But Genis wanted to possess him just a little while longer. 

He and Rick, they belonged to each other now, and Genis had never had anyone who belonged to him. He’d had no shortage of one-night stands and drinking buddies, but those were slim alliances that never lasted until morning. He was raised on a lie, his young adulthood was as wasted as he had been most nights, he didn’t understand who he was. His father had died a mortal death but left an immortal inheritance of heroism that Genis could never aspire to.  

With Rick, his whole life shined brighter. He’d given up everything to be with him, a man who tied him to his legacy, and who was teaching him how to fulfill it. Proving himself to Rick validated his existence to the whole universe, and everyone linked to him, living or dead. From the moment they met, he’d been fighting for Rick to want him and respect him, and Rick denied him, time after time. Now, Genis had a glimpse of how it would feel to be loved by him, and he needed it with the intensity of a supernova. They spent every waking moment together, he protected Rick’s life because it was precious to him, it wasn’t enough to just be friends. 

He wanted Rick’s devotion, spoken aloud, wide open and enveloping. When Rick gave his love to someone, it was endless, an eternal flame. Genis was dying to experience that warmth from him. They should be one with one another, in the literal sense. It was his destiny to lock his lips with Rick’s, to taste him and pulse inside him, sharing pleasure with no division–

Genis felt Rick start to seize around him; he watched Rick's back tense and arc. He panted, harsh and fraught, repeating Genis’ name as he trembled. It was time to relieve him. 

Genis placed two fingers on Rick's lolling tongue, and once Rick started to suck them, Genis finally gave him his reward. Rick gasped as Genis grasped his dick, rapidly stroking it as he enjoyed watching Rick come undone. Precum pearled on his slit, wasting no time. Rick’s whole body trembled, like it was preparing to explode. His teeth clenched lightly around Genis' fingers; Genis removed them, letting Rick's saliva dribble onto his open lips. 

After bracing his hand on Rick's abs, Genis pumped into him with the most amount of power he could muster. He jerked his hand up and down Rick's length, savoring each pant and twitch as Rick's body readied for release. Rick's wide, warm brown eyes met Genis' again, accompanied by a loud gasp as a jet of cum shot out from him. Genis quit thrusting, but continued stroking. He milked Rick for more droplets of cum, even after Rick let down his legs and dug his fingernails into his thighs. Genis was reluctant to let him go, but obeyed Rick after he pounded his fist into the mattress to tap out. 

Genis surveyed the results of their wrestling match with conceit. Rick was a total wreck, his body sensitive, spread open, and glowing with sweat. Swift pants expelled from Rick’s lungs as he stared upwards at nothing, dazed from the hours of having his lust tested to its limit.

Genis grinning wolfishly as he leaned over him on all fours.

"So, Rick, and how was that for you?" he questioned with a mocking tone. The answer was obvious. He just wanted to hear it from Rick’s own mouth–

"Oh, like you don't know," Rick rolled his eyes and pretended like he was about to knee Genis in the groin. "Just kiss me, you goose." 

Genis happily did as told. After waiting so long for Rick to want him, he felt like his heart was bursting with joy. He rested his elbows above Rick's head as he played with Rick's hair, and thanked his lucky stars that he was finally the receiver of Rick’s passion. 

Heat exchanged between them as their tongues met, arousing Genis again. He wanted this togetherness until the end of time. The whole universe was going to learn that Rick was his, nothing was going to tear them apart. Not Kree, not Skrulls, not even Death. Anyone who laid a hand on his beloved was asking to be obliterated–

Rick interrupted the kiss, and licked his lips with a smile before wiggling Genis' ear.

"Ya drive me wild, Genny," Rick sighed pleasantly, and looked into Genis’ eyes with adoration. "I told ya I lov-" 

Shouts rang through Genis’ mind like a laser gun, startling him out of his sleep.

“Marv, Earth to Marv! C’mon, c’mon, wake up!” 

Genis opened his eyes hesitantly, knowing, but not appreciating, what he would see. Rick’s face hung above him, obscured by shimmering orange mist. His voice was loud and frantic, provoked by something. All Genis wanted was to sleep another ten minutes, try to resume the dream… But Rick was making that impossible. 

“C’mon, I see that you’re awake!” Rick continued to shout, increasing his volume. “Get up, Marv, Genis, whatever– The phone rang! It’s gotta be Marlo, I gotta call her back!” 

Genis had no restraint left in him. He wanted what he dreamed, he wanted Rick to want him, to just accept Marlo was gone and love the one he was with–

At Rick’s next shout, Genis jolted up and smacked the pillow he’d been sleeping on against the mattress until his feverish rage forced it to explode into an array of feathers. 

“Woah, Genis, geez!” Rick exclaimed as Genis hit the sides of his head with his fists and laid back down with a growl. “Did I wake you outta a nightmare or somethin’?”

Genis didn’t answer, how would he even begin to explain himself– Yet that didn’t stop Rick from rattling on, dispensing advice that Genis definitely did not need.

"Yeah, just take it easy. I have nightmares too, all the time. Some get pretty graphic–” Rick paused for a second before continuing with an optimistic tone. “Listen, all you gotta do is think of something pleasant. Somethin' you wish you were doing right now. Focus on that, and let everything you saw in your dream just fade away..."