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Meeting his other self in another dimension is close to the best thing that’s ever happened in Adrian’s life, almost on the same level as when he first fought side-by-side with Peacemaker. He never quite understood why Adebayo and Chris — or anyone really — were so wary of meeting their doppelganger. Who wouldn’t want to meet someone who’s exactly like themselves?!
Anyways, he’s been having an absolute blast with the other Adrian. After naming everything they have in common, they started a game of rock, paper, scissors to see how many draws they’d have in a row. The answer is 16. That’s how in sync they are. How fucking crazy is that?
So who can blame Adrian when he secretly sneaked Other Adrian back to his own dimension after things settled down a bit?
Everybody was still taking a break after the whole interdimensional travel and being chased by Nazis and killing a bunch of Nazis (Adrian finds the last part absolutely thrilling and not a bad experience at all). He figured his other self could also take a break from the fascist world — and travel to his not-exactly-utopian world where the Americans won WWII.
“Dude, this is so awesome.” Other Adrian is practically bursting at the seams with excitement as they are driving back to Adrian’s house in his Sebring.
They are traveling through the middle of the night for maximum security, but the lack of visibility can’t dampen Other Adrian’s spirit at all. He presses his visor against the window like a large dog out on a road trip, yapping about any and every interesting detail he finds. Adrian happily introduces him to all the PoC owned restaurants and infrastructures along the way, while Other Adrian gawks at the idea of Tacos and dumplings.
They pull over in front of Adrian’s house and sneakily tread across the front yard. Other Adrian’s squealing laughter can barely be contained within the mask. Adrian rushes them inside and shuts the door behind them.
“Your house is exactly like mine!” Other Adrian whisper-screams. He pulls his mask off once they get inside, and his curls are hanging in front of his forehead, a bit loose from the friction. Adrian still can’t get over how riveting it is to see himself from outside of his body — not looking into a mirror or seeing himself in videos, but truly, really looking at himself, alive, moving differently, looking back at him with a consciousness that’s different than his behind those eyes. It sends a strange thrill down his spine every time he thinks about it.
Other Adrian walks around the house with the air of confidence like it’s his own — which, technically, it is — and notices the subtle differences in the decorations, the clay figures, and the family photos.
“Yeah, my dad is gay in my universe,” Adrian helpfully supplies when Other Adrian stops in front of a frame displayed on the shelves. “Or, he pretends to be gay just to get away from me. That’s what Peacemaker said.”
Other Adrian shoots him a look that reminds him of his counterpart’s disdain towards his BFF. Maybe bringing up Peacemaker isn’t that good an idea in front of his other self after all.
However, when Other Adrian speaks, he doesn’t comment on Peacemaker at all.
“Well, I’m pretty sure dad’s gay in my universe, too. But he can’t come out or leave my mom because of the whole, you know, fascist government thing.”
“Holy shit, I never thought of that!” Adrian laughs, but then decides it isn’t that funny. “At least in this universe, he’s with someone he loves.”
“Yeah,” Other Adrian sighs. There is a beat. Then both of them light up again at the same time.
“Do you wanna go check out my secret room?”
“Fuck yeah!”
They both scurry through the narrow hallway and down to the basement, towards the secret room they both know is the carbon copy as the one in the alternate universe, but are excited to go explore anyway.
As Adrian inserts the keys into the locks one by one, he talks about the mortifying incident that happened in the exact place where they are standing, about how his mom exposed his dating a “slutty” Harcourt cover story in front of everyone, including the said “girlfriend”. Other Adrian groans loudly and says something like “I knew she’d do something like that!” before asking curiously: “Is Harcourt the other girl with you, jacked, wearing all black?”
“Yes, that’s her!” Adrian answers, starting to realize there’s a huge part that’s different between himself and Other Adrian — their friends. “You have her in your universe, too, but apparently she’s very different from ours.”
He starts to recall the ruthless teasing Chris received after they all recovered from the other dimension a little bit. Something about how he would actually get with a “Softcourt” wearing flowy dresses and a smile at all times. To be honest, it is quite hard for Adrian to picture.
“Yeah, actually, we do.” Other Adrian says. They wander into the secret room and walk past rows and rows of cocaine and stacks of cash. Other Adrian starts barreling around like a rabbit let loose, looking around with barely contained excitement. “I remember now! I’ve caught a glance of her when the Sons of Liberty were trying to infiltrate ARGUS. She is very different.”
“Oh my god, there’s so much I need to tell you!” Adrian jumps onto his little sofa with a little bit too much force, making the cheap cushion squeal under pressure. He lands in a perfect position to start a conversation, like he did last time when he was in his other self’s universe. Other Adrian mirrors his action, putting one leg up on the cushion, jiggling his foot up and down in excitement, not unlike a teenage girl in a gossip sesh.
Adrian tells him all about the 11th Street Kids, how they stopped an alien invasion and saved the world, which is one of the coolest things Adrian has ever experienced, despite the disappointment of the impossibility of being impregnated by those aliens.
Eventually, the topic inevitably goes back to Chris. Vigilante just can’t help but always talk about Peacemaker, okay? What’s the point of having a BFF if you can’t talk about them in front of your other self?
At the mention of Peacemaker’s name, the expression of disapproval appears on Other Adrian’s face again. “I don’t know, man, you say he’s not a Nazi here, but still sounds like he’s mean to you, and at least a bit sexist. Why’d you put up with a bully?”
Adrian starts to laugh. “Chris? A Bully? He has masculinity issues! He needs to ridicule others to feel in control, but it’s also his attempt to make connections with people, even though it’s usually unsuccessful because other people can’t see past the fake front he’s put on.”
Other Adrian blinks. “Wow. Sounds like a piece of work.”
“I know!” Adrian giggles, bouncing up and down a bit because of how fun it is to describe his best friend to his other self. “That’s why I’m his best friend, because I can’t get offended by him. He called me Thimble because I had a small dick. It’s our way to bond. You know, other than killing people together, and sex.”
Other Adrian seems to be still picking up what he just put down. “You what?”
“We kill people together! You know, like we did back in your dimension —”
“No, I get that part — you bond through sex?”
“Yeah! I mean,” Adrian says, “how else can you form a bond with your best friend?”
“I guess I never really had a best friend to bond with like that.” Other Adrian’s bubbly energy quiets down as he begins to sink deep into his thoughts. “Plus, I never really enjoyed sex that much.”
“It’s okay, you have me now.” Adrian puts a comforting hand on Other Adrian’s shoulder. “And if you are bad at sex, I can totally teach you all about it.”
“Hey!” Other Adrian protests, “I’m not bad at sex, I don’t think.” He hesitates a bit at that, because he honestly doesn’t have that much experience in it. How much sex does this Adrian have in this universe? He finds himself feeling a weird sense of jealousy towards the idea of this Adrian having tons of sex with other people, even more so when it’s with fucking Peacemaker, Nazi version or not.
“Okay, when’s the last time you had sex?” Adrian senses the defensiveness in Other Adrian’s tone and somehow feels the need to win this argument, too.
“I don’t know, man, like last year?” Other Adrian throws a hand in the air.
“Last year? Hahaha!” Adrian bursts into an exaggerated fit of laughter. “I did it, like, last month! It was a threesome with Peacemaker and another woman.”
“So what!” There’s real heat in Other Adrian’s voice now. He crosses his arms and firmly scoots back into his seat and sulks. “Doing it with more people doesn’t mean you’re fucking good. Especially when it’s with Peacemaker. His only move is probably just fucking jamming his dick inside everyone! What could you possibly learn from him?”
“Hey! I’ll have you know, Peacemaker is great at sex, and sex, like everything else, is practice makes perfect!” Adrian says indignantly. He shifts his weight to make up for the little distance Other Adrian just put between them. Now they’re in each other’s personal space. “You wanna bet I’m better at sex than you?”
“Sure, why not! Let’s do it now!” Other Adrian, obviously as heated, refuses to back down. He quickly starts to undo the straps and take off layers of his Vigilante suit. Adrian does the same, until they are both without their shoulder and chest plates and are staring at each other.
“You know what,” Adrian starts to giggle again as he takes off his boots, “I kinda had a boner when we were in that mansion, killing the cops. It’s never happened before. Only Peacemaker gets turned on by peace.”
“No way,” Other Adrian’s defiance fizzles as quickly as it came. He laughs, “I did, too! Do you think it’s us? You know how your dick gets hard because blood flows through it? I think we got too excited and our heart pumped out too much blood.”
Adrian swallows. Thinking back on that night, when he and himself moved together like twin ghosts drifting through the woods with silent menace and determination, when they took out the Nazis with identical accuracy of ruthless, deadly machines, he starts to feel the heat pooling in his lower abdomen again. He licks his lips.
“Yeah, totally. You think it’s because our adrenaline doubles when we are together? Holy shit, do you think we can feel what each other is feeling?”
“That would be fucking crazy!” Other Adrian chuckles as he fumbles to get Adrian’s belt. Somewhere in the middle, they just started to take each other’s clothes off instead of their own. His knuckles brush against Adrian’s bulge, making the latter draw in a sharp breath.
“I can definitely feel you touching me.” Adrian says breathlessly, “Can you feel it?”
“I don’t,” Other Adrian says, disappointed, “I guess we don’t have twin psychic abilities. It’s so unfair! We’re literally genetically identical.”
“It’s okay,” Adrian grabs Other Adrian’s length through the thin fabric of his underwear after he shuffles out of his pants, “I can make you feel good.”
“F-fuck,” Other Adrian shudders against his touch, instantly pushing his crotch further into his hand. Adrian grins widely. It seems like Other Adrian is definitely more sensitive than he is — points to him, proving he’s more experienced in sex.
He continues to squeeze Other Adrian’s dick like that through the cloth for a minute, making the other squirm. A wet spot starts to form against the fabric where Other Adrian’s tip leaks. “Can I take it out?” Adrian asks, then proceeds to peel off the underwear as the other nods.
It’s fascinating to see himself completely uncovered in front of his eyes. That giddy feeling of pure thrill shoots up in the back of his head like a lightning bolt, instantly making him harder than ever.
They are both out of their Vigilante suits, leaving only their white tank top and underwear on. Adrian proceeds to take off Other Adrian’s tank top as well, watching the latter’s abs flex under a span of scarless smooth skin, making him gulp involuntarily. He doesn’t see himself as “hot”, per se — sometimes Peacemaker would compliment his build when they’re in bed, but Adrian doesn’t perceive his or other people’s bodies that way. Sure, he notices people’s skin tones or hair lengths or their sizes in general, but he never gets turned on by noticing those; not like now, his mouth watering just by the thought of Other Adrian’s body might be slightly more toned than his.
He drags his palm across Other Adrian’s chest and torso with a bit of force before paying more attention down south, making sure the skin-to-skin contact is pleasant for both of them while enjoying the feeling of firm muscles flexing under his touch. Other Adrian’s cock is almost exactly the same as his — pale in color, almost pink-ish, around the same length and girth. Except for the longer foreskin that’s wrapped around the tip, which is now dripping with pre-cum.
“Dude, already?” Adrian giggles as he plays with Other Adrian’s dick some more. He pushes back the foreskin to expose more of his rounded tip, allowing more fluid to leak out as Other Adrian pants. “I heard the uncut ones are more sensitive and all that. You’re not gonna cum just like this, do you?”
“Fuck, lemme see yours,” Other Adrian curses and pulls Adrian’s dick out, sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. Adrian can hear his other self’s breath get heavier as he takes in Adrian’s erection with his eyes, and fuck — this just made Adrian leak a little bit, too. The idea of his counterpart being turned on as much as he is by himself — his brain isn’t getting enough oxygen supply to sort this very complicated thought out.
Fuck it. Adrian wants to taste his own cock.
Other Adrian is still yapping to defend himself. “I don’t even jerk off that often. I’m not a pervert! Do you, what, jerk off every day? That can’t be healthy.”
“Well, has anyone ever given you head?” Adrian asks, and without waiting for a response, he settles himself in between Other Adrian's knees, crouches down, and takes Other Adrian’s dick into his mouth.
Other Adrian gasps, knees instantly buckle as Adrian sinks deeper onto his cock. No longer a prepubescent “Thimble”, his girth fits Adrian’s mouth fully, with a little bit of length still left out. Adrian stretches the side of his cheek and finds himself actually enjoying the sensation of being stuffed in the mouth. Other Adrian’s thing tastes clean; it almost tastes like nothing, except for the slightly salty pre-cum that’s continuously leaking out of his tip. It’s nice to know that his other self also has the habit of keeping it clean, despite being uncircumcised.
Adrian drags his tongue across the tiny slit on the tip, and Other Adrian fucking whimpers. Oh yeah. If his mouth isn’t too full, Adrian would be grinning with glee right now. Giving head, receiving it — for him, it always felt like a necessary step in the routine of sex, almost like doing schoolwork. He’s learned that while he doesn’t like sex in that way, he enjoys making others feel good (by “others”, he really means “Peacemaker”), and he’s now discovered that he also very much enjoys making himself feel good.
And he sure as hell knows how.
His left hand pins Other Adrian’s thigh on the cushion forcefully while his right pinches the bottom of his cock.
“I have an idea! Let’s see how long you can hold it in.” Adrian says after licking the entirety of Other Adrian’s length twice, leaving it all shiny and sloppy. Other Adrian’s eyes roll back into his skull, unknown whether it’s from annoyance or pleasure.
“Fuck you, that’s so unf-fair,” his voice wavers as Adrian goes ahead and gives him a deep throat. He moans loudly and grabs a fistful of Adrian’s hair, unconsciously rolling his hips, hitting the back of Adrian’s throat.
Adrian moans around his cock involuntarily, feeling his own dick bounce without any stimulation at all. The tug on his hair makes him feel tingly across every inch of his skin. Maybe they actually have a certain extent of shared sensation? What else could explain his own dick practically dripping with no touch?
Other Adrian starts to really fuck his throat, completely lost in pleasure and lust. Adrian’s not providing any movement anymore, merely keeping his right hand pinched at the root of Other Adrian’s cock, and keeping his mouth open for Other Adrian to use. His throat is making obscene noises every time it contracts around Other Adrian’s length. He carefully breathes out of his nose, glasses all fogged up from the heat, allowing his gag reflex to be triggered, but not moving away, wanting to see how desperately Other Adrian wants to cum.
“F-fuck, I think I’m close,” Other Adrian pants, helplessly thrusting his hips, “it feels so good —”
Adrian wraps his lips around Other Adrian’s tip and sucks it with a sound of “pop”. Other Adrian lets out a shaky “ahh”, thighs quite literally trembling despite Adrian pinning him down. His chest is heaving, entire body colored with a shade of red, even the muscles on the side of his waist are more pronounced in agony. His whole cock is flushed, a vein literally popping out alongside his length. Clear fluids are dripping out desperately despite Adrian’s hand ruthlessly still pinching at the base.
“Fuuuck, it hurts!” Other Adrian whines, his hand is still pulling on Adrian’s curls, so forceful that Adrian thinks he must be suffering from a certain amount of hair loss. However, he does not let go. A small part of his brain supplies him with a distant memory of some criminal calling him sadistic before he killed them — he never felt that way about himself, really, but he’s starting to see the reasoning behind it.
Not losing the grip with his hand, he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue like he would at a doctor’s office, and gently sways Other Adrian’s dick so his swelling tip hits against his tongue again and again, all the while looking up at his other self’s face, capturing every tiny expression with his eyes.
Other Adrian’s teary eyes meet with his for a second, and start rolling back into his head. His body spasms with Adrian’s every gentle but cruel movement, panting “ah, ah, ah” rhythmically with each stimulation, abdomen twitching in pain and pleasure.
Adrian watches the body that’s identical to his experience a full orgasm without ejaculation, and it almost sends himself over the edge. Other Adrian breaks down into a whimpering mess, and Adrian finally loosens the grip on his cock, and starts to stroke him quickly instead.
Overstimulation sends instant tears down Other Adrian’s face. “Fuck fuck fuckkkk,” he wails as his cock pathetically, finally, splutters ropes of cum all over himself, some even dripping on his own glasses. Adrian giggles at the sight, unbelievably hard himself.
“Dude, you should look at yourself,” he says cheerily. Other Adrian’s entire body is flushed, still convulsing uncontrollably from the violent orgasm. His chest heaving and his eyes bleary. Adrian finds himself bending down and pressing a kiss onto his forehead. “You look so good right now. You did great.”
“That felt — so good,” Other Adrian slurs. Adrian beams with an air of pride.
“Told you I’m good at sex, dude!”
“Yeah — now it’s my turn.” Other Adrian grabs onto his dick forcefully, almost pulling him towards the couch.
“Ow, ow, okay!” Adrian laughs as Other Adrian pushes him down to lie on his back. Other Adrian's eyes rake over his body like an animal locking in on its prey, but there's a certain gleam of calculation and excitement to it, like he's unwrapping a new toy and is deciding how to play with it.
“Let’s see how long you can hold it in,” Other Adrian says, starting to stroke his cock without missing a beat.
“Wait — ugh, I should’ve timed you!” Adrian realizes immediately, “Now we’ll never know who does it better.”
“C’mon, you didn’t think of that before you edged me into oblivion?!” Other Adrian squeezes his junk with a bit of force. Adrian can’t help but feel he’s a little bit mad.
“Ooh ooh! Maybe we can see who makes the other one cum the most — ahhh,” Adrian proposes excitedly before Other Adrian wraps his warm, wet mouth around him. He throws his head back and allows his brain to white out from Other Adrian’s tongue.