Double Down
Title: Double Down
Characters: Gabriel, Gabriel, and Peter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rough sex, sexualized violence, BDSM headspace
Word count: 2,300
Setting: Shattered Salvation
Summary: Gabriel continues to toy with his latest ability, a modified version of cloning where he can create a single clone.
Gabriel looked into his own eyes, still working out how this power of limited cloning worked. There were two of them sitting on the couch, facing one another, identical in all respects this time around. It had seemed only prudent, of course, that he work out the ‘kinks’ of the power before subjecting his family to any more outbursts.
Both of them leaned back just a little at the same time. Gabriel, due to the positioning of the cushions, was a tiny bit lower than his double. That small difference was important. He straightened to be taller and that shift in body language provoked the other to slap him, fast and hard. He fell back and froze, eyes wide and nostrils flaring as he assessed the threat and decided to leave abilities out of it. Otherwise, the apartment would be trashed. The aggressor, after the briefest pause (probably thinking exactly the same thing), swung again. Gabriel dodged and came up, grappling, and bore his attacker to the floor where he landed with a sharp exhalation.
Gabriel balled his fist and struck his foe, who let out an, “Oh!” and a pained groan at the direct blow. He gave no other resistance, lying limp on the floor and gazing up, bleeding mouth slightly open. Apparently, in addition to deciding not to use active abilities, his double had turned off the more passive ones like regeneration as well. Gabriel followed suit as lust bloomed for both of them. Gabriel felt the surge to his groin, completely triggered by the wanton, receptive expression of the man below him. He hesitated, fist half-raised in threat, but there was no provocation. Instead, the other tilted his head back, baring his throat. Gabriel reached for it, long fingers sliding around soft vulnerability, evoking a low moan from his victim and another electric twitch from Gabriel's filling cock.
“This isn't fair,” Gabriel grumbled, scooting back a little for better positioning, groin to groin as he crouched over him. “I want to be you.”
“You shouldn't have hit me, then.” The man under him pressed up and ground into him with a smug expression on his upturned face. He licked his lip, smearing the blood, knowing what effect that would have. “You can go next.”
Arousal, jealousy, and desire spiraled up fast inside of Gabriel. Heart hammering, he snarled, “I want to go first!” His fingers tightened around the neck, digging into the tender flesh. The other man whined and squirmed, hands seizing Gabriel's thighs, gripping him but not resisting. Gabriel slapped him, hard, then released his neck to bury fingers in hair, jerking his head around. “Fuck me!” he demanded.
“If you ask nicely,” the other managed to snark, grinding up into him again and thoroughly getting off on the treatment.
“Fuck that!” He opened his pants, then rolled off to the side to shove them off along with his shoes. His opposite number sat up slowly, wiping at his mouth, lids heavy. The double pulled off his shirt and cast it aside as Gabriel got to his feet. He grabbed him by the hair again, pulling his face to Gabriel's turgid organ. “Open.”
“Still not polite,” the other challenged, refusing to open his mouth more than the bare minimum needed to speak, lips moving against his cockhead so tantalizingly.
Gabriel backed up a little and hit him again and then again, open-handed slaps to the face and the side of the head as he held the man by the hair. The shock and pain was enough to make his victim gasp and struggle, hands coming up to defend himself despite his desire to be hurt. Gabriel shoved his back against the couch, putting one of his own knees on the cushion, and leaned his groin in. With one hand still holding him by the hair, the other found the point in the side of the face over the jaw, thumb pressing in and forcing it open. He pulled him to his cock.
It slipped inside a willing mouth, tongue licking at his shaft as it slid within. Gabriel stopped holding open the jaw and moved that hand to the back of the neck, stroking it gently in a small show of gratitude. He knew how this would play out, what danger he was and was not in, because he knew his double had the same thoughts and mind that he did. He wouldn't bite - not once he'd been overpowered, and even being overpowered was something he'd basically allow if he thought he deserved it. What he deserved at the moment was to be choked with Gabriel's cock. There was no condom this time to protect him from the fluids. None of Peter Petrelli's over-careful concessions. He would have secretly loved it if Peter would have held him down and done this to him.
He rammed his cock in further, feeling the other man gag and buck beneath him. He kept it up until the signs of submission became frantic and uncalculating … authentic. He pulled out, stroking his saliva-covered organ as the other trembled and gasped, trying to hold down the heaves. Gabriel petted his head soothingly, brushing the hair out of his eyes. He had no apology. This was a necessary step to establish who was in charge and who wasn't. The other got himself under control and came back to him, licking eagerly around the sensitive flange of the head, then sucking the end into his mouth, tongue swirling on it.
Peter gave better blow jobs, Gabriel realized. That was irrelevant, though. This way he had his own sweet face looking up at him with rapt attention and adoration. He knew the double's brain had clicked over into the headspace of complete submission. The guy was flying and he would be to varying degrees for days. The head trip of allowing (and surviving) such total domination would feed him endorphins for most of a week. Gabriel knew; he'd had it. There was no 'you next' involved. They'd merge after this. Next time they used the ability, they'd be all-new clones. Like he'd said, it wasn't fair.
But lots of things weren't fair. He could still get ridden well, even like this. His doppelganger was now greedily sucking him, hands on his ass cheeks as he swallowed him down to the best of his ability. “Open me,” Gabriel purred.
The double obediently pulled off to spit on one hand, fingers exploring behind and probing into his cleft as his mouth returned to his dick. Gabriel spread his legs, one knee still on the couch. A wet finger touched his hole, provoking the usual involuntary constriction. He took off his shirt, tossing it over that of his companion, then ran his fingers through the other's hair, stroking and petting, caressing as he was serviced orally. His asshole was teased and tickled, prodded and prepared. He shuddered. He didn't want too much prep. Pain was something he sought for this - with it, he could at least catch a shadow of the other's high - maybe more if he could get the other to abuse him enough.
He pulled away, going to all fours on the floor and presenting himself. A practiced hand went to his crack and fingers probed at him again. His double bit one ass cheek, then kissed, kissing and licking a trail up his spine as the other slowly shifted into position. As the mouth reached his shoulder, Gabriel turned his head to look back. “Ride me hard.”
Heavy-lidded, lust-dazed eyes just looked back at him. He felt the two fingers in his ass twist, stroking down over his prostate. The surge of pleasure sent him forward in supplication, ass up, head down, a moan torn from his throat. A moment later, the fingers withdrew. There was a teasing pressure as the precome-slicked head of the penis rubbed against his opening, finding just the right spot. Then it began. Another moan, almost a scream, was ripped from him as the other shoved into him in one brutal push, all the way in, friction dragging the whole way as his body resisted the intrusion. A hand came down between his shoulder blades, pushing him solidly to the floor as he began to thrust immediately.
At that, Gabriel did scream. He writhed and struggled in the ecstatic experience of pleasure-pain. His ass spasmed and his hands clenched and unclenched. His legs kicked and jerked to either side. He vocalized; he opened; he let go and surrendered to the violation. A harder push on his back pinned him to the floor. He whimpered as the anal assault sped up, the relaxing of his muscles allowing a faster pounding. The double's other hand was hooked into his hip, keeping him in position to receive. Gabriel wished only that he had someone giving him orders, dominating him in turn, but this was the best he could do alone. This was masturbation - violent, exciting, incredibly arousing masturbation.
The other gave it to him hard, as ordered. Gabriel moaned, limbs shaking as he let it all out. No one was here to see or care - no need to modify or moderate his performance. His ass was being plunged so vigorously that his legs shuddered and struggled to keep himself up enough to take the punishing thrusts. He could feel the tip of his cock bumping and sliding against the floor but he was powerless to help himself. He wanted attention there, but he, too, was losing himself in head space. He whined, begging inarticulately for release.
The other knew. Burying himself to the hilt, he cupped his body around Gabriel's, rocking his hips back and forth, buttocks flexing. Gabriel was so close. He jerked spasmodically with every brush and shift of the other's body. He was bitten on the shoulders and the back of the neck. One hand came down next to his face to steady the double while the other hand slipped under him. The clone's fingers played so gently, too gently, along his straining shaft. A cock was fully inside of him, stretching and filling him; a hand was teasing along his length, sadistic in how it absolutely refused to give him the intensity he needed.
Tears leaked from his eyes as he broken down and begged. “Please! Please! Please!” He gripped the wrist of his partner, his other hand reaching back to stroke fitfully at his knee. “Fuck … Oh God. Oh God ...” He was going to come anyway. He could feel it. Despite the other's hand giving him no more than tickles around the head of his dick, and the leisurely, rhythmic flexing of ass, driving the cock so slowly back and forth within him … he could feel the orgasm coming anyway. He could feel every blinding facet of it as his nerves lit up, his eyes rolled up in his head, and his cock swelled even more. The doppelganger wrapped his fist around it, around just the tip of it, and squeezed, jogging his hand up and down a little as Gabriel's whole body jerked with the force of his climax.
Everything went out of focus as he experienced pure rapture. Nothing important seemed to exist but his body and the blissful feelings coursing through it. He had merged again, he realized as he collapsed to the floor, lying there in his own sweat, come, tears, and drool. Minutes passed before he could do anything more elaborate than relearn how to breathe properly. He was getting cold. And yet the effort of getting to the bed seemed too much. His mind was still lost in the fugue of subspace. He was lonely and frightened. He wanted to withdraw and hide. He wanted help, but just like when he was getting fucked, it seemed antithetical to take action himself. He had to, though. After more long minutes, he extended his hand, finding enough concentration to summon pants to him. He found his phone in the pocket and pressed the right buttons. He held the device against his damp brow as it rang. Only one ring, because this time, Gabriel had had enough sense to alert Peter and Heidi to his experimentation beforehand. Though he hadn't expected it to go straight to sex. Honestly, him and his filthy mind.
“Hello?”
“Come … to ...” He couldn't think of the word for apartment. “Wrrr. Me?”
There was not even an acknowledgement before Peter popped into existence a few feet away.
“Gabriel!” Peter hurried to him.
He slumped, dropping the phone. It began to beep.
Peter glanced over his nude form, turning him over gently. “Gabe?”
Gabriel made a deep sigh of contentment as his fears and loneliness faded. Peter was here. Someone who loved him was here. It was all better now. Peter would take care of him. All was right with the world. “Bed, please?” He reached out for Peter languorously, infinitely pleased when he was gathered in and teleported to the bed a moment later.
Peter settled him in under the covers, leaving only to stop the phone from beeping annoyingly in the background. He returned immediately. “Are you okay?”
Gabriel smiled sloppily at him. “Get in bed with me. Cuddle. Fuck me later. I'm … I'm great. Greatest ability ever. I love it. I love you. I might even love me.” He felt stoned and he knew his words were coming out somewhat slurred. He felt fantastic - thoroughly and naturally high. He determinedly left his abilities turned off, wanting to hold onto this for as long as possible and fearing that regeneration might purge the sensation and normalize the hormones flooding his bloodstream.
Peter grinned suddenly, straightening. “I love you, too. The emotions coming off of you are incredible.” He started getting undressed, shaking his head slightly. Gabriel watched him with a sappy grin that only broadened when his husband climbed in bed with him. Gabriel snuggled up, so happy.
“I love you,” Peter whispered.
All was right with the world.