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"Fuck you!" Rick screams, throwing an empty glass bottle at him.
Prime dodges his makeshift projectile and aims a right hook towards his jaw that has Rick's reflexes kicking in as he blocks it, gearing up to shove him away when the other knees him in the ribcage then drives a well-aimed fist right into his sternum. Pain explodes in his abdomen-sucking his lungs dry and ripping it's way through every bone in his body as all of his energy is sapped in one go.
The blows trip him up and Prime uses the opportunity to grab him by the hair and shove him to his knees, clenching the short strands in his fingers painfully tight and yanking his head up and back to look at him.
"Why you hittin' yourself?" Prime jeers, laying a fierce open-palmed slap against Rick's cheek that knocks him into a daze.
He doesn't allow him a chance for a breather before he rears back to land a backhand on the opposing cheek with enough force to jerk him in his hold, followed by another brutal strike in the other direction; bursting capillaries in the wake of impact and coloring his pale skin in rapidly blooming hues of purples, blues and sickening yellows, the muscles in his neck straining with pinpricks of pain from the whiplash of being violently lurched back and forth.
"Why you hittin' yourself? Why you hittin' yourself?"
"Fuckin'- Stop!" Rick spits out, using his forearm to shield himself from the next oncoming blow while he struggles against the iron grip he has on him-hot tears already beginning to form in his eyes from the harsh pull on his scalp and the pounding ache in his jaw, blurring his vision and stinging at his corneas.
Rick blinks them away and launches a clumsy fist into Prime's groin with as much strength as he can muster before the other can continue his assault-hoping to disable him so he can put some distance between them.
The hand in his hair loosens as Prime let's out a strangled noise of pain, keeling over slightly, and Rick hauls himself backwards, scrambling against the concrete towards his desk for something, anything, he can use to gain the upper hand. There really isn't much else he can do, Prime is a stronger fighter than he is and even though Rick's been improving on that front he's still not on the same level as him. He needs some kind of weapon.
"Dammit!" Rick curses, slamming open drawers at random and fumbling through blueprints and miscellaneous scrap. His hand catches on something hard and distinctly gun-shaped in the bottom-most drawer and his fingers hurriedly grasp for it, wrenching it out of it's place without stopping to check for what it is.
A set of heavy footsteps approach him from behind and Rick twists around in a panic, slipping back against the desk and directing his gaze to the device to locate the trigger but a hand wraps itself around his leg and forcefully tugs him down before he can find it.
Rick yelps as the gun goes flying, skidding across the floor out of reach, and he's forced onto his back-his head bouncing on the ground with a nasty bang that leaves his brain throbbing in his skull and his vision tunneling with black spots.
He blindly throws his hands up and thrashes his legs in a desperate attempt to throw Prime off of him but the other doesn't budge, deflecting all of the blows he tries to deliver much to his irritation.
"Hey, hey, enough! Quit- fucking- squirming around." Prime grunts.
His counterpart snatches his arms in a vice grip and pins them beside his head, restraining him by the wrists.
Just about the only thing Rick can manage with his upper body pinned like this are a couple of useless kicks that have no chance of making direct contact with anything but the air. A surge of white-hot anger boils a path through his bloodstream.
"Get off!" Rick shouts, "Get the hell off of me, you snide bastard!"
Prime narrows his eyes at him, scoffing out a sour laugh, and interlocks their ankles to keep his legs trapped under his weight and a guttural wail of frustration rips it's way out of Rick's throat, his body shaking briefly from stiff exertion beneath him before going limp-chest heaving and face flushed red, bruised and sore.
Rick lolls his head to the side in defeat and glares tiredly across the way, breathing hard. He can feel his heart beating out of his ribcage from anger-fueled adrenaline but he's expended more than enough energy as is, much as he wishes he could push him away and give him another good knee to the crotch he knows it's pointless to keep trying.
The garage falls silent save for the strong pulse in his ears and his harsh panting. Strangely, Prime makes no move to hit him again. Not that he's complaining, his face is going to swell like a balloon later unless he uses a healing salve.
At the very least he's grateful that Diane is out with Beth during this dispute. Although even if they were home, neither of them would have let things escalate to this extent. Too risky...for the both of them-but Rick would face more of a problem if his wife were to walk in on the commotion. If she knew about Prime, he knows that it'd eventually lead to her finding out about secrets that he can't afford to have her learn.
Prime sighs heavily and Rick hears him shift above him.
"Really didn't appreciate that nut shot." He remarks.
Rick squints at him through his peripherals. "And I didn't appreciate being smacked around. You deserved it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!" Rick snaps, digging his nails into his palms.
His counterpart growls, adjusting Rick's arms so they're situated tightly above his head and presses down bodily against him-leaving him no wiggle room or space to breathe underneath him and the tension in the air between them almost suffocates him.
"You're such a little twat, you know that?" Prime hisses in his ear.
Rick adjusts himself and grits his teeth.
"Asshole! You started this! Why do you have to get all bent out of shape every time I leave?!"
Prime grabs his cheeks and turns his head to look at him as he snarls-the harsh dig of his fingers causing Rick to flinch. "Because it seems like you want to leave all the time lately! You keep blowing me off like our time together means shit to you!"
"That's not true! You know it's because of Diane-"
"Because of Diane!? Or because of me!?" He spits, and for a moment his scowl falters-features mellowing out into that carefully neutral expression he always adopts whenever he's trying not to let something show. Rick recognizes it for what it is because it's one of the hidden traits that they share.
Prime suddenly drops down, head cradled in the space of his neck, and whispers in a low voice that makes Rick's heart hurt.
"You don't want to be with me anymore, do you."
"N-No, that's-" Rick swallows thickly, searching for the right words behind the lump that's formed in his throat but he can't seem to find them. "That's not-...I don't-"
He settles for silently nuzzling against him instead while he thinks-ignoring the thrumming pain in his face. It's true that Rick hasn't been spending as much time with him like he used to; Until a few months ago he was going out with him regularly, spending nights with him at a time when he thought he could get away with it, sneaking in secret visits...
His marriage with Diane had already been a bit strained and his friendship, and later love affair, with Prime helped reinvigorate him but in turn the constant rendezvous posed as work related endeavors only widened the gap between him and Diane, and worst of all she has no idea that he's been more than unfaithful to her when she believes him to be a wholly loyal husband.
Rick knows it's wrong, knows that he shouldn't be cheating. If she found out it'd break her heart and he's been trying-trying to be a better husband, trying to distance himself from his romantic involvement in his and Prime's relationship despite his longing to be his and vice versa. It hasn't been working out too well for them so far...
"I love you...Rick." are the words he finally decides on after a small beat of silence, and it's the truth. He never calls Prime by his name, it could get confusing after all, but he has on extremely rare occasion when the mood is serious. He's hoping it gets his point across that his recent distance isn't because he no longer wants to be with him. He might not be able to offer up a proper explanation at the moment but he'll get to that later when things aren't so strained between them.
Prime stays silent, brushing his lips against his jugular softly before biting down. Hard. The blunt of his teeth digging in strongly while he sucks on a patch of skin.
Rick chokes out a quiet cry-the dull pain mixed with harsh pleasure wracking his frame with faint convulsions as he kneads the most sensitive spot on his neck with a combination of teeth and tongue. It's his less-than-conventional answer to Rick's confession. Trying to mark him with an obvious hickey he'll need to hide from Diane.
He's irritated to be sure but the gesture is just like him and he can't help but be slightly endeared by it nonetheless.
Prime releases him after a few more seconds of rough treatment and licks the tender mark in a soothing manner but he doesn't let up, moving to scatter hot open-mouthed kisses interspersed with sharp nips across the expanse of his throat.
Rick squirms around in discomfort beneath him-fists clenching and unclenching-as Prime finally relents and pulls back to regard him with intense scrutiny.
"Say you're mine." Prime urges.
"Wh-What?"
"I want you to say you're mine."
His counterpart props himself up on an elbow and slides his fingers along his jaw, cradling it in the palm of his hand with light strokes of his thumb against his bruised cheekbone. There's an aggressive affection burning away in his gaze that makes Rick feel like he's being taken apart piece by piece until his heart is laid bare, bleeding in earnest and honest passion, and he doesn't mind it at all. When it comes to his interdimensional twin, it seems like he- they- can open themselves up in ways that neither of them would ever do with anyone else in the multiverse even in situations like these where they butt heads.
With his arms freed of restriction, Rick hesitantly cups the hand holding his cheek and slots his fingers into the creases of Prime's own-letting his eyes fall shut as he leans into his touch.
He breathes in carefully, exhaling a soft sigh, and responds. "I'm yours."
The other hums and wordlessly drags his fingers along his lower lip, pushing the first three into his mouth and Rick let's him-his hand curling a loose grip around his wrist and his tongue lazily gliding along the digits as he starts to slowly pump them in and out. He's half tempted to bite him in defiance as payback for earlier, still somewhat cross with him, but any remaining aggravation he has is easily snuffed out.
Rick's enjoying the heat of the moment too much to let his lingering grievances win out. It's only been a couple of months but to him it feels like it's been ages since they shared a moment like this together and the sensual motions serve as a pretty good imitation for a few of their raunchier activities.
Rick moans brokenly and fixates his attention on the provocative familiarity, an aching arousal gradually starting to fill out in his boxers and nudge insistently against the constraints of his pants.
"Remind you of something?" Prime purrs and shoves his fingers in up to the knuckles-making Rick gag around them, his throat contracting in surprise before relaxing as he takes them in deeper with thin trails of saliva dripping down his chin on each pull-out.
Rick's grip on him tightens and he tries to voice a response on impulse, choking out an incomprehensile string of gurgled noises.
Prime laughs and Rick opens his eyes a peek to stare up at him beneath his lashes-breathing hard through his nose as he gives short, vigorous thrusts to the back of his throat. He's merciless about it-watching his reactions with a relaxed smile and a palpable desire that has his hips quaking with the need for physical touch and Rick is having a hard time trying to get air into his lungs, body tensing up and head heavy from excitement and a growing lack of oxygen.
He scratches his nails into the skin of his wrist and manages a few gagged protests-reaching up to clutch his shoulder and Prime blissfully eases off of him a bit, switching back to measured and shallow thrusts.
Rick relaxes again, gasping out a relieved moan, and glides his hand down his upper arm to hang onto the crook of his elbow.
"You look so good like this." Prime whispers.
He thrusts a couple more times before slipping his fingers out, taking a moment to admire his lust darkened expression and the mottling of busted blood vessels on his cheeks in stark contrast to the faint stain of pink now spreading across the bridge of his nose at the praise.
"Mm- 'm sorry for- hurting you, baby." He mumbles in between pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against his spit slicked lips.
Rick pants into his mouth, struggling to catch his breath as their tongues massage each other-the heavy abuse his throat received making it difficult for him to return the kiss in fervor and he cant stop himself from trembling in place, a continuous set of strong shakes rippling through him minutely from a mix of overeager chills and dwindling stamina.
Prime knowingly backs off him to give him some breathing room-moving to trail light nibbles across his jawline instead while his fingers eagerly task themselves with popping open the first few buttons on his collar with blind dexterity, steadily parting the line of his shirt to reveal pale ivory smattered with light bruises as his lips slowly follow the teasing unveil of bare skin-pressing sultry kisses in a hot path along his chest.
He stops temporarily to take a pert nipple into his mouth, providing Rick with deft swirls of his tongue and a light suction that has him keening sweetly and his back curving in a small arch while he toys with the sensitive bud for a few agonizing seconds-parting from it with a soft scrape of his teeth that draws a wet gush of precum out of his leaking tip as he goes back to kissing his way down his abdomen, leaving little love bites across his trembling stomach until he reaches the hem of his pants where the last button is tucked away.
Rick inhales sharply when he curves his palm over him and massages the heel of his hand against the underside of his clothed erection with hard rubs, his hips jumping up eagerly at the dull friction-desperate for more-cock begging for skin to skin contact and he whines in frustration as Prime pulls away to mess with his belt buckle and zipper.
"Patience, sweetheart." He coos-undoing the clasps with practiced ease, "Lift your hips for me."
Rick takes a moment to steady himself before pushing off the ground, keeping his feet braced against the floor as he raises his hips just enough for him to hook his thumbs into the gaps of his pants and maneuver them down his legs, tugging them off of his ankles alongside his briefs with a careless toss behind him.
Once he's got him stripped from the waist down-Prime smooths his hands over his lower stomach and captures the lapels of his shirt in his thumbs, pushing on the sides 'til the final button pops from the force and his shirt flares out around him, laying him out bare.
Rick blushes hotly, the earnest attention twisting his stomach up in pleasant knots, as Prime pauses to rake his eyes over his form in momentary appreciation before moving to settle into a hover above his exposed groin.
Curling a loose grip around the base, his counterpart brings his cock to his lips and slides his tongue out to lap up the pearly beads gathered at the slit-licking at the underside of his glans with firm swipes along his frenelum as he draws it into his mouth and gently kneads the crown.
Rick scrambles for purchase, searching for something to grab onto as he sucks on the head and kneads his way down his shaft, taking more and more of his length into the wet velvet of his throat at an alarmingly fast rate until he's swallowed him down to the base.
Pleasure hits him like a freight train all at once and he loses himself in the electrifying sensations-his hands moving to snatch Prime's hair in a tight grip, fingers twisting and carding through the feathery strands while he bobs up and down.
By the time he pulls away, Rick is left a quivering mess-chest heaving and eyes glazed over from arousal.
Prime flashes him a cheeky grin and sits up-shedding himself of his jacket and stripping off his shirt to expose his sweat damp torso. Rick stares at him openly-admiring the subtle groin lines leading down into his pants and the contours of his chest. Their builds mirror each other almost exactly and he's lean in the same way Rick is but his body is toned compared to his, a bit more muscular; a testament to the different lifestyles they lead.
Just one of the many differences between their versions of each other.
His eyes drop down to the spot between his legs, ogling the substantial bulge tenting the front of his jeans as he fiddles with his belt buckles next and tugs the hem of his boxers down just enough to free himself-stiff cock bouncing heavily as it's released from the confines of his underwear. Rick's own cock twitches at the sight and he impulsively sneaks a hand down to touch himself, sighing in content while Prime pulls a small tube from his back pocket and flicks open its cap.
"Enjoying the view?" He teases, squirting an ample amount of lube onto his palm.
Rick pants and squeezes his fist a little tighter as he watches his counterpart start to pump his cock with a sticky squelch, thoroughly slathering the clear substance along his length from base to tip; the erotic motions completely captivate him and for a second he forgets to answer-only snapping his attention back to his words when the other finishes coating himself and grabs his hips.
"M-More than a little." Rick stutters.
"Hmmm." Prime hums, caressing the thin skin at his pelvis before abruptly yanking him forward onto his lap where his hardness nudges against his entrance.
Rick panics briefly at what he knows the other is about to do. Under normal circumstances he doesn't need any prep beforehand-just a liberal amount of lube-but that's only because of how frequently they make love and they haven't in quite some time.
"Wait! Hold on, Rick! I don't-"
He tries to raise a protest but the other doesn't give him the chance to-Shoving his cock inside before he can voice his hesitant worries, the sharp burn of forced entry mangling the rest of his words into a strangled cry as his twin forces the head past the tight ring of muscle and against his body's better judgment, he involuntarily clenches up at the hasty intrusion.
Prime doesn't bother to give him a rest period but he does, at least, go slowly and in a surprisingly strange way the leaden pain feels unexpectedly good.
Rick breathes out shakily and focuses on loosening himself up while his counterpart works him through. His ass has been a bit out of practice but it doesn't take him long to get used to the feeling of being stretched open again, his body slowly relaxing around the shape of Prime's cock as he bottoms out and stuffs him to the brim with that comforting fullness that robs him of all coherent thought.
The air between them is thick with the release of pent up desires and it's enough to overwhelm him, especially after going this long without even a semblance of their usual rapport-the strain on their relationship having caused a cold distance between them that left no opportunity for even the simplest of touches and Rick's missed this, he's missed being close to him.
He knows that Prime feels the same way in spite of his indignation-because he's already reaching for him before Rick can even meet him halfway, hunching over him to press his wrist down so he can fit their hands together and interlock their fingers while he peppers his neck with chaste kisses. Rick turns his head to the side to give him better access, exhaling contently at the delicate sensations trailing up over his jaw to his cheek where he places one last kiss on a prominent bruise and licks a small stripe along a stray cut, searing the wound with a stinging saltiness that makes his features twitch into a small grimace before smoothing back out.
Prime leans back to look at him and gives his hand a firm squeeze. "You good to go?"
"U-Uh-huh, go ahead."
Rick gives a light squeeze of his own and locks his legs around his waist in anticipation-shuddering at the slow drag of his cock as Prime pulls out nearly all the way and gives a rough thrust back in that bounces his body lightly with the force of it.
"Ah!"
Rick cries out as he immediately sets a brutal pace-ramming into him at a measured tempo with hard thrusts that dig into his prostate and rock him across the floor on each plunge. The feeling is slow-building but intense, sending shockwaves of electrifying pleasure pulsing through his dick in a constant throb, the red-hot tip dripping thick lines of precum in a steady stream to smear against his stomach from the strong jostling.
His free hand comes up to hold onto Prime tightly, grasping at his back desperately as he pounds away at his twitching hole.
His cock fills him up in all of the right ways, fitting inside of him like a puzzle piece and it only makes sense that their bodies match together so perfectly considering they're one in the same. Prime had made a "joke" about that once-a short bit before they first got together, when they were still just friends-asking him if he'd ever thought about taking his own cock up his ass. The question was so out of left-field, especially considering Rick had been excitedly telling him about a new idea for an invention he had beforehand.
He doesn't remember what his exact response was but it was somewhere along the lines of a nonplussed "Not really." followed by an intrigued consideration for the idea. He still recalls how he slid a frisky arm around him, a suggestive grin tugging at his lips, as he then asked if he wanted Prime to help him "find out."
He knew his counterpart was flirting with him of course but he didn't think he was being genuine at the time and oh how wrong he was.
Rick throws an arm over his eyes, listening to the dull sounds of their hips smacking together and their combined moans ringing out noisily in the enclosed space and he's infinitely glad that he decided to soundproof the garage a while back so the two of them could freely listen to each other's pleasure without worry of his wife or any passing neighbors hearing them. He always knows exactly how to please Rick, where to touch him to have him melting like putty in his hands. It makes it difficult for him to keep his voice down.
"Ah...Ahh...Hngh...Mm- Rick...Rick!" He moans.
Prime abruptly wrenches his arm away from his face and slams it on the ground, keeping both of his hands clutched in his grip as he weaves their fingers together.
"Keep your eyes on me, baby."
The sudden aggression shocks him as he stares up at his twin-seeing his face, a mirrored reflection, tainted with satisfaction, looking at him like that...like he's the best sight in the galaxy. It's too much for him to handle, and he has to look away for an instant to collect himself before locking eyes with him-lashes fluttering with the effort to not fall shut as his stomach assaults him with a debilitating pang of excitement that takes him out, draining his energy and making him go boneless on the floor.
Prime switches from long, deep thrusts to short pumps and back again without losing any of the strength behind them-fucking into him at a swift pace that has him gasping for air and builds that mounting pressure deep in his balls that brings him closer and closer to the edge while he twists and squirms beneath him.
"Nnh...You're so cute...Love you..." Prime groans, whispering feverish words of praise broken up by breathless moans as he maintains a fast rhythm, spearing him over and over with swift pounds until they're both wild with arousal.
"Please...Please...Yes!...Oh, Rick...I...I can't-I can't-" He keens, sentence dropping off into a soundless cry as his pleasure reaches it's blissful apex-pressure coiling unbearably tight before rupturing as drops of sticky wetness shoot across his chest and paint the blemished skin there with white.
Rick arches his back as he cums, muscles jerking, and his inner walls spasming tightly around Prime's cock from climax as his twin releases hot and wet inside of him with a low groan, fast pace slowing down into a leisurely rocking as they ride out their orgasms.
Prime rolls his hips against his ass, drawing out their pleasure for a few seconds longer before oversensitivity kicks in, and captures him in a short, messy kiss.
He moans tiredly, buzzing gratification seeping heavily into his limbs, and grinds back against his lax thrusting to tease out the last few drips of his release until he stills and separates from him with a tender smile, leaning back to let his cock slip out with a wet pop.
Resting his arm on his forehead, he heaves a shaky sigh-struggling to not give in to the dangerous promises of sleep as post-orgasmic haze takes hold of him. Now that he's come down from the high of horny delirium, he's finally noticing the heady pain in his battered body-his face feels like hell and a numbing burn spreads throughout his abdomen from the centerpoint of his chest. The other really did a number on him...in more ways than one, and he's absolutely spent.
A slight shifting catches his attention and he peeks out from behind his arm to see Prime's suddenly adopted a serious expression; fixated on a point off to the side somewhere.
"You know...You don't call me Rick very often." Prime says in a dispassionate tone, idly caressing the jut of his pelvic bone.
He blinks curiously at him. A response influenced by the ticklish humor bubbling in his stomach brews on the tip of his tongue but the concern it fades into from his demeanor puts him off from it. He's relaxed but he can tell that he's chewing over something right now and he has a pretty good idea of what it is-he'd be an idiot if he didn't and Rick is anything but; he knows Prime better than anyone else and not only because he's him, although that certainly gives him a set advantage.
He's probably still mulling over his reason for starting a fight with him, their conversation. "You don't want to be with me anymore, do you."
A strong surge of guilt constricts his heart and chases away his drowsiness-knotting a painful lump in his throat that he swallows back as he responds.
"Well, it'd be kind of awkward if we were both calling each other Rick all the time." He speaks quietly, softly, words untainted by their amused origin-replaced with a matter-of-fact statement in a voice that threatens to betray his worry.
Prime wordlessly glances back at him then closes his eyes-huffing out a short chuckle. "Heh, yeah, that's true."
Running a casual hand through his hair he abruptly grabs Rick's hips again-tugging him forward until he's flush against his stomach and the fabric of his jeans chafe his sensitive skin from the harsh movement. More noticeably, he can feel the full length of him running along his lower back.
He doesn't keep him there for long though-snatching his upper arms shortly after and hauling him upward to seat him on his lap properly as he relaxes back onto his calves, situating him in a comfortable embrace with his slick cock nestled between the cleft of his ass.
Rick's scowl from being jostled around melds into a subdued warmth-his cheeks burning a faint pink through the flush of red exertion and he carefully loops his arms around his shoulders to hold onto him properly.
He won't let his conscience remind him of what he's done and continues to do wrong. He can deal with all of that when he's ready to. For now, he just wants to enjoy this moment with him.
Prime plants a sensual kiss to the side of his mouth-moving a hand down to cup his ass as he whispers softly,
"But I like hearing you call me by your name."