Me, Myself and I.
Pairing/Characters: Ryo/Ryo’s clone
Rating/Warnings: NC17
Prompt: # 85 . Having a go at a cloned self [fic]
Author's Note: Literal self-loving. Bad language. Written for the je_fqfest (get) off season.
Ryo wakes up in a good mood. The sun is shining, the birds are singing - well, he presumes so. His curtains are drawn so he can’t actually see from his bed, and he’s not about to get up on his first real day off in weeks. He smacks his hands out to the side and gropes around his bedside table until his hands come into contact with his cigarette packet, still crumpled from spending all the previous day in his jacket.
Without sitting up he pulls a cigarette from the packet and lights it, all the while contemplating what to do with his day. Just as he’s debating on whether to get up and make some coffee or not, he hears a sound in his bathroom. Or to be more accurate, he hears the absence of a sound. Someone shutting the water off in his shower.
Ryo freezes and desperately tries to remember who the hell he has in his shower. He didn’t go out last night, so it can’t be some random hook up. And no one came over either. In fact, Ryo got home straight from work, had a bath and then went straight to bed. There shouldn’t be anyone in his shower at all.
Just then the bathroom door opens and his shower user steps into the bedroom, one towel slung low around his hips and the other in his hands rubbing his hair dry. Ryo’s eyes go wide and his mouth slackens, gaping. Because the mystery shower thief is none other than himself.
Or at least, someone that looks exactly like him. Because it can’t actually be him, can it? Because he’s here. Lying in his bed, smoking his cigarette. That is luckily stuck to his lower lip as otherwise it would have fallen out and burned his bedspread while he was gaping at the other him stood in the doorway. The other him grins and leans over him, stealing his cigarette and putting it to his own mouth. He inhales deeply and holds it for a second before exhaling.
Ryo’s brain seems to have taken a holiday and he doesn’t know what the hell is going on. The other him just winks and heads out the door leading to his living room. Ryo vaguely wonders if he should follow, but then just thinks that he’ll probably be better off trying to work this out if he’s on his own for a moment.
Basically, when it comes down to it, there are only two options. One, is that he’s gone crazy and is hallucinating another him, or two, that he’s not crazy or hallucinating and there really is another him in his flat somehow. He thinks to himself for a second and he doesn’t feel crazy. Although, he supposes to himself, crazy people never do. But he really doesn’t think it’s that, which only leaves the other option.
How and why exactly there is another version of himself walking around his flat, he doesn’t know. He could just ask the other Ryo, but he’s not entirely sure that he can trust him. He needs to get answers, from someone that will actually be able to help him. He reaches for his phone.
“Nishikido-kun?” comes the voice from the other end.
“Shige, I need your help. This may sound a bit crazy, but please bear with me. I woke up this morning and there was, well I’m not sure how to say this but - ”
“But there was a clone of you wandering around your apartment with no clothes on?” Shige interrupts him.
“What? How did you know!”
“Nishikido-kun, it’s all over the news! Turn your television on from time to time, it’ll help you” Shige retorts, sounding impatient.
“I’ve only just woken up, I haven’t had time to check the news yet! Besides, he’s in the living room and I don’t know if it’s safe or not. What’s going on?” Ryo hisses into the phone. He’s glad that Shige knows what’s going on but he doesn’t appreciate the attitude. Sometimes he wishes that Shige still was cowed by him. Only sometimes though.
Shige sighs. “Ok, ok. No one really knows what exactly is happening, but there was some big accident in a lab in Switzerland a few hours ago. As a result, everyone on earth now has a clone. They’re basically another us, they have all our memories and everything. Completely harmless, in as much as you’re normally harmless. There’s some big investigation going on, no one knows if it’s likely to be permanent or not, work has been suspended until further notice, but that’s as much as I know. The TV should tell you more if there’s anything more known since I last checked.”
“So, you’re saying it’s perfectly safe to go and talk to him?” Ryo asks.
“Yes! Now go bother someone else! I’m busy!” Shige exclaims.
“I thought you said work was cancelled?” Ryo asks, confused.
“Yes, and I also said that there’s two of every single person on the planet and my girlfriend has just told me she’s on her way over. They’re on their way over. Do you get it now?” Shige says.
“Oh” Ryo blinks stupidly for a second. “Well have fun then! Bye” and he ends the call before Shige can say anything further.
He’s debating on getting up and finding his other self - his clone - when his bedroom door opens and he walks through the door. He’s carrying two mugs of coffee, one of which he passes to Ryo before sitting on the bed next to him. He’s still smoking the cigarette that Ryo had lit earlier, and so Ryo steals it back off of him. His clone just shrugs and lights up his own.
They sit in silence for a moment, sipping their coffee and smoking. The coffee is exactly how he likes it. But then it would be. After all, he made it. Then clone Ryo clears his throat and says “I don’t understand any of this either. But I figure we just need to get on with things until they tell us what we need to do.”
That makes perfect sense to Ryo. The only question is what things? Clone Ryo smirks before leaning over and plucking Ryo’s cigarette out of his mouth. Ryo is about to protest (clone Ryo has his own cigarette, there’s no need to steal his) when his clone presses his mouth to Ryo’s.
Ryo lets out a startled yelp and jumps, pushing his clone backwards and trying not to spill his coffee everywhere. His clone just rolls his eyes and stands up.
“Oh come on”, he’s saying as he puts their cigarettes out in the ashtray. “It’s not like you’ve never thought about it before. You’re forgetting that I have your memories, remember?” He pulls the coffee mug out of Ryo’s lax hands and sets it down on the bedside table.
“Y..yes, b...but that’s - ” he stammers incoherently. His clone just rolls his eyes and laughs. Ryo wonders if people want to punch him as much when he does that.
“It’s not gay if it’s with yourself. Besides, when are you ever going to get another chance to try this?” clone Ryo reasons.
Ryo has no answer for this. To be honest, he has always wondered what it was like. But it’s not like he’s ever been in a position to find out. And the risk of scandal is just too high. Not worth it just to satisfy a curiosity. But a curiosity that he’s had for years, and now has the option to get an answer for. And with no risk of scandal at all.
Ryo is still debating with himself and trying to talk himself round when his clone gets bored of waiting and pulls off his towel. Ryo’s eyes are drawn to the way the other him has his hand around his cock, slowly working it up and down his shaft.
Obviously Ryo has seen himself naked before, and has seen himself do this before. But he’s never seen it quite like this before. From an outsider perspective if you will. And he’s never really realised before how incredibly hot he looks, doing this. He can feel himself getting hard in response.
His clone makes eye contact with him and smirks a little, Ryo’s mouth goes dry and he makes a mental note of how effective that look is. Then his clone is back on the bed and on top of Ryo, his mouth joining Ryo’s in a hungry, messy kiss. He’s a good kisser, Ryo notes as his hands find their way onto his clones back.
His clones moans and grinds down hard onto him, making him moan in response. His clone detaches his mouth from Ryo’s and kisses his way down his neck. Ryo pulls on his clones hair because he knows how much they like that, and is rewarded by his clone sinking his teeth into Ryo’s neck, hard. His clone’s hand works its way between their bodies and wraps around both of their cocks. It’s pretty damn amazing as Ryo’s clone knows Ryo’s body inside out and knows exactly what he likes, squeezing them both so that it’s just this side of painful and rubbing his thumb over the head.
Ryo moves one of his hands from where they’re worked into his clones hair and pushes at his clone until he moves enough to get his hand around his clones cock. His clone moans into Ryo’s neck and the combination of the sound and sensation go straight to his cock, putting him on the edge faster than he’d like. This is essentially masturbation though - at least that’s what he keeps telling himself - and he’s not in the habit of holding himself back when it’s just himself. So he tightens his grip on both his clones hair and his cock, and arches more into the hand around his own cock.
His clones shudders and he recognises the sign, but before he can do anything about it his clone is off of him and reaching towards the nightstand. “Oh no, if we’re going to do this then we’re doing it properly” he says as he rummages around. He eventually finds what he’s looking for and comes back to Ryo, settling between his legs and pulling his knees apart.
“What? Why the hell am I on the bottom?” he asks angrily, once he realises what his clone has in mind.
“Because I’m the one holding the lube and condom?” his clone retorts. Ryo doesn’t think that this is a valid answer.
“Oh hell no. That’s not fair! We should, like, janken for it or something” he suggests.
His clone just rolls his eyes. “Yes, because that will work. We’re the same remember? We’ll just keep throwing the same shapes at each all day long.”
“Well, let’s toss a coin instead then” Ryo says.
“Are you seriously suggesting we stop in the middle of sex in order to toss a fucking coin? Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes. You’re not coming anywhere near me unless a coin says so.”
His clone stares at him for a second in complete amazement, but Ryo just holds his gaze and glares right back at him. Finally his clone huffs and reaches towards the floor to where his wallet is, tucked into the bag he was using the previous day.
“Fine. But I’m choosing the coin sides. I’m not sitting here all day while you argue with me over who’s heads and who’s tails” he grumps at Ryo.
He manages to pull out a hundred yen coin and assigns heads to himself, while Ryo is tails. Ryo hopes this isn’t a sign of what’s to come. Unluckily for him though the coin comes up in his clones favour, who just grins and tosses the coin onto the bedside table, before picking the lube up and opening it.
“See? That was just a massive waste of time” he says as he slicks his fingers.
“Shut up” Ryo mutters, but then his clone is laying down and kissing him again, his hand slowly sneaking down past Ryo’s balls. Ryo’s expecting it to be cold, but when his clone finally touches him it’s actually quite warm. His clone kisses him deeply and bites down on Ryo’s lip when he pushes his finger in. Ryo breaks the kiss to lean back, his eyes closed while his clone slowly moves his finger in and out.
He’s about to get impatient when his clone pushes in a second finger and starts moving much quicker. Ryo is glad. He does this to himself on occasion and he likes it, but the angle is all wrong and he can’t get much depth. His clone can however and he pushes hard and fast, managing to hit that bit inside Ryo that makes his mouth fall open and his legs turn to jelly. The bit that Ryo can only brush against when he does this to himself.
He quickly falls apart, returning to the edge that he’d been on earlier before and he has to hold himself back. He might have put up a protest before, but he wants this and he’s not going to come before he gets it. His clone sits up and scoots back between his legs, pushing his knees to his chest. Ryo’s hands come up to hold his legs up and open. He can’t imagine what he looks like right now, but he doesn’t even care. He wants this so much.
His clone squeezes in an extra finger and swears. Ryo knows what he must be thinking. He feels impossibly full, like it’s too much, but at the same time it’s not enough. He wants - needs - more. His mouth is opening and closing like a fish and he tries to get control of himself to tell his clone to get a move on, but luckily he doesn’t have to because his clone is pulling his fingers out and scrabbling to get the condom on himself.
His fingers are slipping because of the lube and his haste, and he ends up having to tear it open with his teeth - spitting the wrapper to the side while he rolls it on himself, his eyes staring wildly at Ryo - who is still lying on the bed holding his legs up and feeling horribly empty - before picking up the lube and smearing some more onto his cock.
Ryo thinks to himself that this whole thing is horribly narcissistic and a bit fucked up, but then his clone is done and lining himself up with Ryo’s entrance and Ryo stops thinking as the other starts to push himself in. Ryo’s breathe catches in his throat and he can hear his clone do the same. He’s moving slowly - so slowly. It’s almost agonising and Ryo can’t wait. He pulls on his clones arm until he falls on top of him, and then loop his legs and arms around his clone pull him further down, inadvertently bucking himself up and making his clone bottom out.
He groans and he can hear his clone take a sharp breathe. They both freeze for a moment, trying to collect themselves and get their bearings, but Ryo knows this is a lost cause. Neither of them is going to last very long.
His clone pulls out a bit and then thrusts back in slowly, testing to see if Ryo is ready. Ryo screams and thrusts back up against his clone, desperate now and not wanting to wait any more. Luckily his clone seems to be of the same mind, because now he pulls out and thrusts back in sharply, rising up again and again to sink back down into Ryo’s body. He’s hitting Ryo inside just right and Ryo feels like every single nerve ending is exposed. He can’t do much now, just cling to his clone and pivot upwards to meet the urgent thrusts while his head is flung back against the pillow. His eyes are screwed shut and his mouth is hanging open, he can feel his hair plastered to his forehead with the sweat that’s shining all over his body, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. God he just wants to come.
“Fuck!” he hears his clone swear and he manages to pry his eyes open to see his clone staring at him, his face screwed up like he’s in pain, and Ryo knows this is it. He manages to unclench one hand from where it’s clutching at his clones back, and he squeezes it between them to wrap around his cock. They both groan at the sensation as he starts to pull himself off. There’s no finesse now, not that there was much to start. His clone thrusts hard against him and that finally pushes him over the edge. He comes into his own hand, screaming and bucking against his clone, who is swearing and wildly thrusting against Ryo as he tightens around him. Then his clone screams as he comes into Ryo, hips frantically straining for that final moment.
They lay there for a moment, his clone still inside him, before they separate and clean themselves up with tissues. When they’re marginally less sticky they curl up against each other and kiss lazily. Ryo has always been affectionate after sex and it seems that when there’s two of him it’s doubly the case.
“Well, that was fun!” his clone says, grinning at nothing in particular.
“Yeah, I’d always wondered” he responds. “We should do that again. Although next time I top.”
His clone laughs at that. “Well, we should probably get on that. After all, we don’t know how long you’re likely to be around.”
“How long I’m - Why? Where am I supposed to be going?” he asks in confusion.
The grin on his clones face disappears. “Wait, you don’t know?”
“Know what?” he asks his clone, feeling apprehensive. He’s had some awkward pillow talk in his life before, but this seems something else.
His clone is looking incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I though you knew. The news said - Well, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
“What? What is it? Tell me!” he demands sitting up in bed and leaning back against the headboard. His clone sits up as well, moving next to him and pulling the blankets up.
“Remember when we were ten? When we fell off our bike at grandma’s house and ripped our new clothes?”
Ryo grimaces at the memory. “Of course I remember! I still have the scar on my right hip! Mum got so mad that day!”
His clone smiles apologetically and silently pulls the covers off of Ryo’s lap, pointing to his left hip. Where a scar that shouldn’t be there is sitting. Ryo’s heart drops.
“No!” he whispers to himself, checking his right hip urgently but finding nothing but smooth skin.
“I’m so sorry” the other is saying to him, “but I’m not the clone. You are.”
Rating/Warnings: NC17
Prompt: # 85 . Having a go at a cloned self [fic]
Author's Note: Literal self-loving. Bad language. Written for the je_fqfest (get) off season.
Ryo wakes up in a good mood. The sun is shining, the birds are singing - well, he presumes so. His curtains are drawn so he can’t actually see from his bed, and he’s not about to get up on his first real day off in weeks. He smacks his hands out to the side and gropes around his bedside table until his hands come into contact with his cigarette packet, still crumpled from spending all the previous day in his jacket.
Without sitting up he pulls a cigarette from the packet and lights it, all the while contemplating what to do with his day. Just as he’s debating on whether to get up and make some coffee or not, he hears a sound in his bathroom. Or to be more accurate, he hears the absence of a sound. Someone shutting the water off in his shower.
Ryo freezes and desperately tries to remember who the hell he has in his shower. He didn’t go out last night, so it can’t be some random hook up. And no one came over either. In fact, Ryo got home straight from work, had a bath and then went straight to bed. There shouldn’t be anyone in his shower at all.
Just then the bathroom door opens and his shower user steps into the bedroom, one towel slung low around his hips and the other in his hands rubbing his hair dry. Ryo’s eyes go wide and his mouth slackens, gaping. Because the mystery shower thief is none other than himself.
Or at least, someone that looks exactly like him. Because it can’t actually be him, can it? Because he’s here. Lying in his bed, smoking his cigarette. That is luckily stuck to his lower lip as otherwise it would have fallen out and burned his bedspread while he was gaping at the other him stood in the doorway. The other him grins and leans over him, stealing his cigarette and putting it to his own mouth. He inhales deeply and holds it for a second before exhaling.
Ryo’s brain seems to have taken a holiday and he doesn’t know what the hell is going on. The other him just winks and heads out the door leading to his living room. Ryo vaguely wonders if he should follow, but then just thinks that he’ll probably be better off trying to work this out if he’s on his own for a moment.
Basically, when it comes down to it, there are only two options. One, is that he’s gone crazy and is hallucinating another him, or two, that he’s not crazy or hallucinating and there really is another him in his flat somehow. He thinks to himself for a second and he doesn’t feel crazy. Although, he supposes to himself, crazy people never do. But he really doesn’t think it’s that, which only leaves the other option.
How and why exactly there is another version of himself walking around his flat, he doesn’t know. He could just ask the other Ryo, but he’s not entirely sure that he can trust him. He needs to get answers, from someone that will actually be able to help him. He reaches for his phone.
“Nishikido-kun?” comes the voice from the other end.
“Shige, I need your help. This may sound a bit crazy, but please bear with me. I woke up this morning and there was, well I’m not sure how to say this but - ”
“But there was a clone of you wandering around your apartment with no clothes on?” Shige interrupts him.
“What? How did you know!”
“Nishikido-kun, it’s all over the news! Turn your television on from time to time, it’ll help you” Shige retorts, sounding impatient.
“I’ve only just woken up, I haven’t had time to check the news yet! Besides, he’s in the living room and I don’t know if it’s safe or not. What’s going on?” Ryo hisses into the phone. He’s glad that Shige knows what’s going on but he doesn’t appreciate the attitude. Sometimes he wishes that Shige still was cowed by him. Only sometimes though.
Shige sighs. “Ok, ok. No one really knows what exactly is happening, but there was some big accident in a lab in Switzerland a few hours ago. As a result, everyone on earth now has a clone. They’re basically another us, they have all our memories and everything. Completely harmless, in as much as you’re normally harmless. There’s some big investigation going on, no one knows if it’s likely to be permanent or not, work has been suspended until further notice, but that’s as much as I know. The TV should tell you more if there’s anything more known since I last checked.”
“So, you’re saying it’s perfectly safe to go and talk to him?” Ryo asks.
“Yes! Now go bother someone else! I’m busy!” Shige exclaims.
“I thought you said work was cancelled?” Ryo asks, confused.
“Yes, and I also said that there’s two of every single person on the planet and my girlfriend has just told me she’s on her way over. They’re on their way over. Do you get it now?” Shige says.
“Oh” Ryo blinks stupidly for a second. “Well have fun then! Bye” and he ends the call before Shige can say anything further.
He’s debating on getting up and finding his other self - his clone - when his bedroom door opens and he walks through the door. He’s carrying two mugs of coffee, one of which he passes to Ryo before sitting on the bed next to him. He’s still smoking the cigarette that Ryo had lit earlier, and so Ryo steals it back off of him. His clone just shrugs and lights up his own.
They sit in silence for a moment, sipping their coffee and smoking. The coffee is exactly how he likes it. But then it would be. After all, he made it. Then clone Ryo clears his throat and says “I don’t understand any of this either. But I figure we just need to get on with things until they tell us what we need to do.”
That makes perfect sense to Ryo. The only question is what things? Clone Ryo smirks before leaning over and plucking Ryo’s cigarette out of his mouth. Ryo is about to protest (clone Ryo has his own cigarette, there’s no need to steal his) when his clone presses his mouth to Ryo’s.
Ryo lets out a startled yelp and jumps, pushing his clone backwards and trying not to spill his coffee everywhere. His clone just rolls his eyes and stands up.
“Oh come on”, he’s saying as he puts their cigarettes out in the ashtray. “It’s not like you’ve never thought about it before. You’re forgetting that I have your memories, remember?” He pulls the coffee mug out of Ryo’s lax hands and sets it down on the bedside table.
“Y..yes, b...but that’s - ” he stammers incoherently. His clone just rolls his eyes and laughs. Ryo wonders if people want to punch him as much when he does that.
“It’s not gay if it’s with yourself. Besides, when are you ever going to get another chance to try this?” clone Ryo reasons.
Ryo has no answer for this. To be honest, he has always wondered what it was like. But it’s not like he’s ever been in a position to find out. And the risk of scandal is just too high. Not worth it just to satisfy a curiosity. But a curiosity that he’s had for years, and now has the option to get an answer for. And with no risk of scandal at all.
Ryo is still debating with himself and trying to talk himself round when his clone gets bored of waiting and pulls off his towel. Ryo’s eyes are drawn to the way the other him has his hand around his cock, slowly working it up and down his shaft.
Obviously Ryo has seen himself naked before, and has seen himself do this before. But he’s never seen it quite like this before. From an outsider perspective if you will. And he’s never really realised before how incredibly hot he looks, doing this. He can feel himself getting hard in response.
His clone makes eye contact with him and smirks a little, Ryo’s mouth goes dry and he makes a mental note of how effective that look is. Then his clone is back on the bed and on top of Ryo, his mouth joining Ryo’s in a hungry, messy kiss. He’s a good kisser, Ryo notes as his hands find their way onto his clones back.
His clones moans and grinds down hard onto him, making him moan in response. His clone detaches his mouth from Ryo’s and kisses his way down his neck. Ryo pulls on his clones hair because he knows how much they like that, and is rewarded by his clone sinking his teeth into Ryo’s neck, hard. His clone’s hand works its way between their bodies and wraps around both of their cocks. It’s pretty damn amazing as Ryo’s clone knows Ryo’s body inside out and knows exactly what he likes, squeezing them both so that it’s just this side of painful and rubbing his thumb over the head.
Ryo moves one of his hands from where they’re worked into his clones hair and pushes at his clone until he moves enough to get his hand around his clones cock. His clone moans into Ryo’s neck and the combination of the sound and sensation go straight to his cock, putting him on the edge faster than he’d like. This is essentially masturbation though - at least that’s what he keeps telling himself - and he’s not in the habit of holding himself back when it’s just himself. So he tightens his grip on both his clones hair and his cock, and arches more into the hand around his own cock.
His clones shudders and he recognises the sign, but before he can do anything about it his clone is off of him and reaching towards the nightstand. “Oh no, if we’re going to do this then we’re doing it properly” he says as he rummages around. He eventually finds what he’s looking for and comes back to Ryo, settling between his legs and pulling his knees apart.
“What? Why the hell am I on the bottom?” he asks angrily, once he realises what his clone has in mind.
“Because I’m the one holding the lube and condom?” his clone retorts. Ryo doesn’t think that this is a valid answer.
“Oh hell no. That’s not fair! We should, like, janken for it or something” he suggests.
His clone just rolls his eyes. “Yes, because that will work. We’re the same remember? We’ll just keep throwing the same shapes at each all day long.”
“Well, let’s toss a coin instead then” Ryo says.
“Are you seriously suggesting we stop in the middle of sex in order to toss a fucking coin? Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes. You’re not coming anywhere near me unless a coin says so.”
His clone stares at him for a second in complete amazement, but Ryo just holds his gaze and glares right back at him. Finally his clone huffs and reaches towards the floor to where his wallet is, tucked into the bag he was using the previous day.
“Fine. But I’m choosing the coin sides. I’m not sitting here all day while you argue with me over who’s heads and who’s tails” he grumps at Ryo.
He manages to pull out a hundred yen coin and assigns heads to himself, while Ryo is tails. Ryo hopes this isn’t a sign of what’s to come. Unluckily for him though the coin comes up in his clones favour, who just grins and tosses the coin onto the bedside table, before picking the lube up and opening it.
“See? That was just a massive waste of time” he says as he slicks his fingers.
“Shut up” Ryo mutters, but then his clone is laying down and kissing him again, his hand slowly sneaking down past Ryo’s balls. Ryo’s expecting it to be cold, but when his clone finally touches him it’s actually quite warm. His clone kisses him deeply and bites down on Ryo’s lip when he pushes his finger in. Ryo breaks the kiss to lean back, his eyes closed while his clone slowly moves his finger in and out.
He’s about to get impatient when his clone pushes in a second finger and starts moving much quicker. Ryo is glad. He does this to himself on occasion and he likes it, but the angle is all wrong and he can’t get much depth. His clone can however and he pushes hard and fast, managing to hit that bit inside Ryo that makes his mouth fall open and his legs turn to jelly. The bit that Ryo can only brush against when he does this to himself.
He quickly falls apart, returning to the edge that he’d been on earlier before and he has to hold himself back. He might have put up a protest before, but he wants this and he’s not going to come before he gets it. His clone sits up and scoots back between his legs, pushing his knees to his chest. Ryo’s hands come up to hold his legs up and open. He can’t imagine what he looks like right now, but he doesn’t even care. He wants this so much.
His clone squeezes in an extra finger and swears. Ryo knows what he must be thinking. He feels impossibly full, like it’s too much, but at the same time it’s not enough. He wants - needs - more. His mouth is opening and closing like a fish and he tries to get control of himself to tell his clone to get a move on, but luckily he doesn’t have to because his clone is pulling his fingers out and scrabbling to get the condom on himself.
His fingers are slipping because of the lube and his haste, and he ends up having to tear it open with his teeth - spitting the wrapper to the side while he rolls it on himself, his eyes staring wildly at Ryo - who is still lying on the bed holding his legs up and feeling horribly empty - before picking up the lube and smearing some more onto his cock.
Ryo thinks to himself that this whole thing is horribly narcissistic and a bit fucked up, but then his clone is done and lining himself up with Ryo’s entrance and Ryo stops thinking as the other starts to push himself in. Ryo’s breathe catches in his throat and he can hear his clone do the same. He’s moving slowly - so slowly. It’s almost agonising and Ryo can’t wait. He pulls on his clones arm until he falls on top of him, and then loop his legs and arms around his clone pull him further down, inadvertently bucking himself up and making his clone bottom out.
He groans and he can hear his clone take a sharp breathe. They both freeze for a moment, trying to collect themselves and get their bearings, but Ryo knows this is a lost cause. Neither of them is going to last very long.
His clone pulls out a bit and then thrusts back in slowly, testing to see if Ryo is ready. Ryo screams and thrusts back up against his clone, desperate now and not wanting to wait any more. Luckily his clone seems to be of the same mind, because now he pulls out and thrusts back in sharply, rising up again and again to sink back down into Ryo’s body. He’s hitting Ryo inside just right and Ryo feels like every single nerve ending is exposed. He can’t do much now, just cling to his clone and pivot upwards to meet the urgent thrusts while his head is flung back against the pillow. His eyes are screwed shut and his mouth is hanging open, he can feel his hair plastered to his forehead with the sweat that’s shining all over his body, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. God he just wants to come.
“Fuck!” he hears his clone swear and he manages to pry his eyes open to see his clone staring at him, his face screwed up like he’s in pain, and Ryo knows this is it. He manages to unclench one hand from where it’s clutching at his clones back, and he squeezes it between them to wrap around his cock. They both groan at the sensation as he starts to pull himself off. There’s no finesse now, not that there was much to start. His clone thrusts hard against him and that finally pushes him over the edge. He comes into his own hand, screaming and bucking against his clone, who is swearing and wildly thrusting against Ryo as he tightens around him. Then his clone screams as he comes into Ryo, hips frantically straining for that final moment.
They lay there for a moment, his clone still inside him, before they separate and clean themselves up with tissues. When they’re marginally less sticky they curl up against each other and kiss lazily. Ryo has always been affectionate after sex and it seems that when there’s two of him it’s doubly the case.
“Well, that was fun!” his clone says, grinning at nothing in particular.
“Yeah, I’d always wondered” he responds. “We should do that again. Although next time I top.”
His clone laughs at that. “Well, we should probably get on that. After all, we don’t know how long you’re likely to be around.”
“How long I’m - Why? Where am I supposed to be going?” he asks in confusion.
The grin on his clones face disappears. “Wait, you don’t know?”
“Know what?” he asks his clone, feeling apprehensive. He’s had some awkward pillow talk in his life before, but this seems something else.
His clone is looking incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I though you knew. The news said - Well, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
“What? What is it? Tell me!” he demands sitting up in bed and leaning back against the headboard. His clone sits up as well, moving next to him and pulling the blankets up.
“Remember when we were ten? When we fell off our bike at grandma’s house and ripped our new clothes?”
Ryo grimaces at the memory. “Of course I remember! I still have the scar on my right hip! Mum got so mad that day!”
His clone smiles apologetically and silently pulls the covers off of Ryo’s lap, pointing to his left hip. Where a scar that shouldn’t be there is sitting. Ryo’s heart drops.
“No!” he whispers to himself, checking his right hip urgently but finding nothing but smooth skin.
“I’m so sorry” the other is saying to him, “but I’m not the clone. You are.”