Vanity Is A Sin [s/a]
Title: Vanity Is A Sin [s/a]
Author:
i_love_jersey
Rating: NC-17 [What else whould you expect?]
Warning: Self-sest fic, mild bloodplay, sad ending
Pairing: Ryan/Ryan [NOT time travel!]
POV: 3rd, Ryan-centric
Summary: Ryan has this obsession...
Word Count: 1,400
Disclaimer: Hi, my name is Mrs.Urie and I have a daughter and son with Brendon. [aka I'm bullshit]
Beta: Me and Meilo when his ass reads this!
Author Notes: For one of my new bestest buddies, meiloslyther <3! ILY MEILO<3 And I hope you like how I wrote thiiiisss. It's kinda sad at the end, so SOWY!
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Ryan always had a secret obsession with himself. People always assumed it was just an obsession with making himself look perfect, but it was more. To Ryan he was perfect. The guitarist had always been interested in how his high cheekbones gave him that slightly feminine look that made him realize how narcissistic he was.
The hazel eyed boy had his hands resting heavily on the mirror as his lips came in contact with the cool glass. “God you're so hot,” he mumbles against the reflective surface, smiling before pressing his lips back against the slick surface.
Today had been like any other weekend for the teenaged boy, jerking off in front of the mirror, watching his every move in the glass. Well, that was until the mirror kissed back.
Ryan had pulled back from the full length mirror with wonder and curiosity in his hazel eyes, the real Ryan sitting back on his bed as he watched his mirror-self emerge before pulling himself up straight and smiling that cynical little smirk at the other.
“Hello, Ryan,” he spoke clear and calm as a crystal pond. He was dressed exactly like the Ryan on the bed, except that his face was dark, devious, and mischievous. Ryan could feel the tremors start under his skin and spread out to the rest of his body and to his skin as his eyes stayed on the boy mere feet from him.
Ryan gaped at the boy in front of him, the real one rubbing his eyes and shaking his head before looking back up at the boy that was still standing with his arms across his chest and his hip cocked out to the right a bit. “Y-You're... You're me?” he whispers, shock showing prominent in his tone, but for those who had looked into it more would notice the small amount of desire laying just underneath.
Mirror-Ryan laughed and grinned at the other. “Yes, Ryan. I'm you,” He speaks with a chill. The doppelganger is then moving forward with a smooth grace, lowering himself down onto Ryan's bed on his knees, one landing carefully between the boy's legs and the other on the outside of his left leg. “Fuck me Ryan. I know you want to,” he breathes in the other's ear, licking the shell before biting just the right spot to have Ryan's hands grabbing the sheets and him arching up into the doppelganger with a moan of need.
Ryan looks up at his doppelganger and nods, eyes clouding as he notices the boy's on top of him are clouding over in the exact same way and it sent a wonderful shiver down his spine and the ache in the crotch of his pants worse, the boy deciding they needed to come off.
He's then flipping them over and pinning Doppelganger-Ryan to the mattress before slipping out of his pants. He then pulls off his own shirt, pulling off the doppelganger's after his and his smiles at the expanse of skin, his skin. It made Ryan grin madly and his already hard cock get even harder if that was possible, which the 23 year old was highly doubting.
The doppelganger whined as Ryan didn't remove his pants, the other turning his sad puppy hazel eyes up on Ryan. “Not fair,” he grumbles and Ryan just laughs, leaning in and finding the other's lips and kissing him hard as his hands worked on the familiar button and zipper from a different angle. His fingers then wrapped around an all too familiar shaft, a perfect cock.
Ryan grinned down at the boy below him before attacking his mouth violently, their teeth and tongues clashing and Ryan thought he tasted a bit of blood, but he couldn't care any bit less about it, hell it was his blood after all.
Ryan knew if he were to ever really kiss himself he wouldn't give in easily and Ryan smirked against the doppelganger's mouth as they kissed hard. The two boys pulled apart panting before both attaching their lips back together, but Ryan got the upper hand as he grabbed the doppelganger's cock, tugging roughly and running his thumb over the slit like he always loved to do to himself.
Doppelganger-Ryan moaned as he pulled away from the kiss, arching his back. “Oh fuck me Ry! Make me bleed! I want you so bad!” he pleads and Ryan's cock twitches pleasantly at the other boy's words.
Ryan nods down at the boy under him, mind racing as he tries to think of what he's going to do. “N-no prep? J-just dry?” he stutters disbelievingly, though it was something Ryan wanted and was sure he wanted so he knew the doppelganger was just as sure about this as he was.
The doppelganger nodded, biting his lip as he looked up at Ryan and the top boy groaned softly with need, spitting on his hand slightly. He knew it would be nothing but painful without any lubrication. He runs his hand over his prick a few times until he thinks it's just slick enough and he presses his head to the other's entrance. He then smirks slightly as he pulls back, driving himself deep into the other, the doppelganger yelping in pain and Ryan knew if he hadn't ripped the boy with that thrust he would soon.
He felt mildly sorry for the boy below him taking his hard thrusts, well until the doppelganger started arching into him and moaning, begging Ryan, “Deeper! Deeper!” Ryan just rolled his eyes, thrusting in as deep as he could into the other and he could tell from the way Mirror-Ryan's body spasmed with each thrust that he was hitting the other's prostate dead on.
Ryan let out a breath, leaning down and sinking his teeth hard into the other's skin, pearly whites breaking the boy's pale skin and crimson starting to flow from the bite mark. Ryan hesitated slightly before licking at the blood experimentally. He's half worried with himself when he finds he like that bitter copper-y taste in his mouth and he laps at the wound like a thirsty dog.
Ryan had started to notice he was moving in and out of his doppelganger easier and when he looked down his eyes widened nervously as he saw the red stain on his sheets that was steadily growing and he paused. “R-Ry...” he breathed nervously, “Y-you're... Bleeding,” Doppelganger-Ryan just shook his head.
He looked up, opening his misty hazel eyes. “Please don't stop, Ryan... Not now, please! I need to get off!” He begs and Ryan nibbles his lip before continuing, fingers wrapping around the doppelganger's prick and Ryan's hand moves in time with his thrusts, the boy on top grunting and moaning and the boy on the bottom is moaning, whimpering and clawing the sheets with all his mights.
Ryan grins down at his pleasured face, losing his rhythm as he is teetering on the edge of his orgasm. “Come, Ryan... Come for me!” He growls, hand moving faster as he thrusts harder, Ryan moaning his own name as he comes deep within the other, thrusting through his orgasm.
Mirror-Ryan gasps, grasping the sheets and arching as he spills over their stomachs with a loud moan of 'Ryan!' from his lips. Ryan pulls out, hands pressing against his bedsheets as he pants, closing his eyes for a minuet.
“Ryan?” Comes Brendon's concerned voice from the doorway.
Ryan looks up, eyes wide and his cheeks flushing. He just cheated on his boyfriend of four years... with himself. “B-Bear...” he says, nibbling on his lip before looking back down. Ryan nearly jumps out of his skin, hazel eyes widening as he finds no one under him.
Brendon moves forward a bit, hand on Ryan's shoulder. “It's ok Ry...” he says softly.
Ryan shakes his head. “No... no, no, no! My reflection! He wanted me to fuck him! And I did!” the older of the two cries, looking at the bed and seeing nothing but his come staining the white linin and Ryan whimpers, letting himself colapse on the bed and sniffle.
Brendon sighs as he rubs Ryan's back. “It'll stop Ry... You'll stop seeing things. I promise,” he whispers gently.
Ryan just nods slightly as he wipes at the tears trying to fall.
Author:
i_love_jersey
Rating: NC-17 [What else whould you expect?]
Warning: Self-sest fic, mild bloodplay, sad ending
Pairing: Ryan/Ryan [NOT time travel!]
POV: 3rd, Ryan-centric
Summary: Ryan has this obsession...
Word Count: 1,400
Disclaimer: Hi, my name is Mrs.Urie and I have a daughter and son with Brendon. [aka I'm bullshit]
Beta: Me and Meilo when his ass reads this!
Author Notes: For one of my new bestest buddies, meiloslyther <3! ILY MEILO<3 And I hope you like how I wrote thiiiisss. It's kinda sad at the end, so SOWY!
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Ryan always had a secret obsession with himself. People always assumed it was just an obsession with making himself look perfect, but it was more. To Ryan he was perfect. The guitarist had always been interested in how his high cheekbones gave him that slightly feminine look that made him realize how narcissistic he was.
The hazel eyed boy had his hands resting heavily on the mirror as his lips came in contact with the cool glass. “God you're so hot,” he mumbles against the reflective surface, smiling before pressing his lips back against the slick surface.
Today had been like any other weekend for the teenaged boy, jerking off in front of the mirror, watching his every move in the glass. Well, that was until the mirror kissed back.
Ryan had pulled back from the full length mirror with wonder and curiosity in his hazel eyes, the real Ryan sitting back on his bed as he watched his mirror-self emerge before pulling himself up straight and smiling that cynical little smirk at the other.
“Hello, Ryan,” he spoke clear and calm as a crystal pond. He was dressed exactly like the Ryan on the bed, except that his face was dark, devious, and mischievous. Ryan could feel the tremors start under his skin and spread out to the rest of his body and to his skin as his eyes stayed on the boy mere feet from him.
Ryan gaped at the boy in front of him, the real one rubbing his eyes and shaking his head before looking back up at the boy that was still standing with his arms across his chest and his hip cocked out to the right a bit. “Y-You're... You're me?” he whispers, shock showing prominent in his tone, but for those who had looked into it more would notice the small amount of desire laying just underneath.
Mirror-Ryan laughed and grinned at the other. “Yes, Ryan. I'm you,” He speaks with a chill. The doppelganger is then moving forward with a smooth grace, lowering himself down onto Ryan's bed on his knees, one landing carefully between the boy's legs and the other on the outside of his left leg. “Fuck me Ryan. I know you want to,” he breathes in the other's ear, licking the shell before biting just the right spot to have Ryan's hands grabbing the sheets and him arching up into the doppelganger with a moan of need.
Ryan looks up at his doppelganger and nods, eyes clouding as he notices the boy's on top of him are clouding over in the exact same way and it sent a wonderful shiver down his spine and the ache in the crotch of his pants worse, the boy deciding they needed to come off.
He's then flipping them over and pinning Doppelganger-Ryan to the mattress before slipping out of his pants. He then pulls off his own shirt, pulling off the doppelganger's after his and his smiles at the expanse of skin, his skin. It made Ryan grin madly and his already hard cock get even harder if that was possible, which the 23 year old was highly doubting.
The doppelganger whined as Ryan didn't remove his pants, the other turning his sad puppy hazel eyes up on Ryan. “Not fair,” he grumbles and Ryan just laughs, leaning in and finding the other's lips and kissing him hard as his hands worked on the familiar button and zipper from a different angle. His fingers then wrapped around an all too familiar shaft, a perfect cock.
Ryan grinned down at the boy below him before attacking his mouth violently, their teeth and tongues clashing and Ryan thought he tasted a bit of blood, but he couldn't care any bit less about it, hell it was his blood after all.
Ryan knew if he were to ever really kiss himself he wouldn't give in easily and Ryan smirked against the doppelganger's mouth as they kissed hard. The two boys pulled apart panting before both attaching their lips back together, but Ryan got the upper hand as he grabbed the doppelganger's cock, tugging roughly and running his thumb over the slit like he always loved to do to himself.
Doppelganger-Ryan moaned as he pulled away from the kiss, arching his back. “Oh fuck me Ry! Make me bleed! I want you so bad!” he pleads and Ryan's cock twitches pleasantly at the other boy's words.
Ryan nods down at the boy under him, mind racing as he tries to think of what he's going to do. “N-no prep? J-just dry?” he stutters disbelievingly, though it was something Ryan wanted and was sure he wanted so he knew the doppelganger was just as sure about this as he was.
The doppelganger nodded, biting his lip as he looked up at Ryan and the top boy groaned softly with need, spitting on his hand slightly. He knew it would be nothing but painful without any lubrication. He runs his hand over his prick a few times until he thinks it's just slick enough and he presses his head to the other's entrance. He then smirks slightly as he pulls back, driving himself deep into the other, the doppelganger yelping in pain and Ryan knew if he hadn't ripped the boy with that thrust he would soon.
He felt mildly sorry for the boy below him taking his hard thrusts, well until the doppelganger started arching into him and moaning, begging Ryan, “Deeper! Deeper!” Ryan just rolled his eyes, thrusting in as deep as he could into the other and he could tell from the way Mirror-Ryan's body spasmed with each thrust that he was hitting the other's prostate dead on.
Ryan let out a breath, leaning down and sinking his teeth hard into the other's skin, pearly whites breaking the boy's pale skin and crimson starting to flow from the bite mark. Ryan hesitated slightly before licking at the blood experimentally. He's half worried with himself when he finds he like that bitter copper-y taste in his mouth and he laps at the wound like a thirsty dog.
Ryan had started to notice he was moving in and out of his doppelganger easier and when he looked down his eyes widened nervously as he saw the red stain on his sheets that was steadily growing and he paused. “R-Ry...” he breathed nervously, “Y-you're... Bleeding,” Doppelganger-Ryan just shook his head.
He looked up, opening his misty hazel eyes. “Please don't stop, Ryan... Not now, please! I need to get off!” He begs and Ryan nibbles his lip before continuing, fingers wrapping around the doppelganger's prick and Ryan's hand moves in time with his thrusts, the boy on top grunting and moaning and the boy on the bottom is moaning, whimpering and clawing the sheets with all his mights.
Ryan grins down at his pleasured face, losing his rhythm as he is teetering on the edge of his orgasm. “Come, Ryan... Come for me!” He growls, hand moving faster as he thrusts harder, Ryan moaning his own name as he comes deep within the other, thrusting through his orgasm.
Mirror-Ryan gasps, grasping the sheets and arching as he spills over their stomachs with a loud moan of 'Ryan!' from his lips. Ryan pulls out, hands pressing against his bedsheets as he pants, closing his eyes for a minuet.
“Ryan?” Comes Brendon's concerned voice from the doorway.
Ryan looks up, eyes wide and his cheeks flushing. He just cheated on his boyfriend of four years... with himself. “B-Bear...” he says, nibbling on his lip before looking back down. Ryan nearly jumps out of his skin, hazel eyes widening as he finds no one under him.
Brendon moves forward a bit, hand on Ryan's shoulder. “It's ok Ry...” he says softly.
Ryan shakes his head. “No... no, no, no! My reflection! He wanted me to fuck him! And I did!” the older of the two cries, looking at the bed and seeing nothing but his come staining the white linin and Ryan whimpers, letting himself colapse on the bed and sniffle.
Brendon sighs as he rubs Ryan's back. “It'll stop Ry... You'll stop seeing things. I promise,” he whispers gently.
Ryan just nods slightly as he wipes at the tears trying to fall.