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The ground shook as Vash walked up to the plant. His side burned with a bubbling pain that was sure to only get worse. But that didn’t mater now. He had to help slow down this damn sand steamer before anyone else gets hurt. His flesh hand rubbed against the cool glass metal. It was met with another hand that came from the blurred orb. Then the other, blood stained, hand joined with similar long, thin fingers. Vash felt his mind start to fog, eyes heavy. Soft reassured whispers echoed over curved, tinned glass as the panic of surroundings lessened. The pain of having a moral body faded to nothing just as he laid his head to the glass. He felt as if a response was hovering over the hidden lips of his plant kin, yet right before said response could drift over his ears..
Bright light. Very bright. Blindingly bright. Then nothing.
Vash opened his eyes to the sight of a dusty tavern. Rusted metal walls met a wood trim. Different wanted posters were falling off of it, a large map neighboring them. The bar was short and hugged the corner. It rested comfortably under the stairs with a variety of booze on the shelves behind it. He turned around to a few round tables and someone sitting in the back, feet on the table. Blond hair was draped over the front of his face and big orange glasses helped conceal his gaze. A pinkish red coat and a deep turquoise hand caught his eye before the other’s attention was grabbed. They stared at one another for a moment before the one sitting spoke up.
“Haven’t had one of these dreams in awhile. Was it Knives or someone else, Mr. Humanoid-Typhoon?” Vash sighed in relief. It wasn’t a first timer. He walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. A heavy seat was taken before Vash laid his head on the rotting wood.
“One of the sand steamer girls. Neon is trying to throw it off a cliff. Making time for the kid to go pull the emergency brake so we’re gonna be here for the whole four minutes.” The other scoffed and leaned his head back. He wasn’t surprised. Not like he needed to ask the question to begin with. This dream space of theirs wasn’t just a mental connection, it was a cross of dimensions. For a short while, a plant from one universe could visit the dreams of another. The connection could only be held for as long as the sender could hold their idle state, but the time that passes felt much longer than it actually was.
“I’m liking the scenery, where are we?” Vash lifted his head and rested it on an outstretched arm. Once again the question was meaningless. The connection between them was so strong that both parties could get faint ideas of where the other had been, through shared memory.
“Jeneora Rock. I fixed the plant here awhile back…” The older hummed in acknowledgement. It didn’t take much to tell this was one of the newer universes. The colors almost hurt his eyes and world itself felt more dimensional. It was clear as day that he didn’t belong, not with this crowd.
“What about you? You said one of the sand steamer girls were acting up?” The universe hopper sat up and put his head to his hand. His suspensions were answered, this was another version of himself. He was thankful. Finding another sentient plant was nice, but it being a Vash was even better. They continued their idle chatter as if they didn’t already know what was happening. It wasn’t until a certain flash of gun fire in his head that he really started to become interested in his alternative.
“Wait, you don’t have a Milly? I just got a glimpse of your Meryl and she was with some dude.. Roberto was his name.? It’s blurry again.” Button coat rubbed his head as the vision faded into something of his own world. This happened to confuse the other, making him bring his head up and give a questioning look. He pushed his glasses up as two fingers grabbed at the bridge of his nose. Remembering something that wasn’t your memory is harder than remembering something that never happened, but a dim light shined just bright enough to see something.
“Milly.. Milly.. Oh! Milly! She’s one of the insurance girls. Hahaha, you got insurance workers and I got reporters. Well, you do look much older. Are you one of the originals? You’re hair is the main thing giving that feeling.” The older chuckled and nodded. He was surprised such a new alternative knew so much about dimensional dream travel. Between the handful of plants that had the ability to vaguely recall such dreams, they called it DD hopping for short. This Vash seemed as if he had gone through this a thousand times, but also felt like he was made yesterday. It was nice, being able to hop without having to explain the entire thing.
“The two of them are quite the riot. Oh wait! See if you can grab a glimpse of the time Milly just started taking her clothes off out of nowhere.” There was a look of disbelief on the younger’s face before two strained eyebrows came together. It took a second, but the sudden wide eye expression told the whole story. Little tales of each other’s adventures were shared as the time slowly passed. They laughed and reminisced in memories they never knew they had. It wasn’t until their mental clocks struck the halfway point that they finally died down on their playful chatter.
The awkward silence that came after so much talk was suffocating. There was only so much to share. For the brief time they spent, both parties had a relative idea of how far along their timeline was. Neither had gotten very far for their to be enough good stories to fill the empty time. The nothingness was near unbearable. Vash was the kind of person who had patience for everyone but himself. The same applies to the other of himself. It wasn’t until brown shoes fell to the ground and thin hands nearly slammed down on the table that they both were looking at each other again.
“Hey! This is painfully boring and I know you feel the same way. We’ve got, what? Another two whole minutes in here?” The Vash that spoke stood and leaned on the hands that pressed into the table. His gaze was blocked by the glint of his glasses and his mouth showed no expression. It was hard to tell, but there was sliver of hesitation. Maybe even fear.
“You wanna fuck?” If there was any time in his life, now would be the one Vash appreciated his sunglasses the most. He had no reaction for a moment, but his eyes widened after the offer had processed. He was good at hiding his emotions when he felt the need to do so, but he didn’t know how to react. He had to take a second to make sure what he heard was correct before he finally came back to his senses.
The older scoffed and started to chuckle. He shook his head as he scooted back in his chair, the scraping of wood on wood complementing his low laugh. He could see the anxiety radiating off his counterpart, it was oddly arousing. Then both hands went to his thighs before a smirk dripping with desire cracked open onto his face.
“Took you long enough to ask.” He waved his hand in a gesture to come over, followed with a pat on his lap. A second was all it took before the other was throwing his leg over to sit down. That dark turquoise hand was grabbing at shoulders and neck as desperate lips crashed against one another. All other free hands clawed at coats. Buttons were being ripped open, zippers rubbing against leather, and all other loose clothing was thrown to the side or tugged at.
They didn’t get very far. Both were too in need of touch to stop and let clothes off. Their lips only ever separated for a quick breath of air just to slam back together. It wasn’t much longer before hips were added to the equation. The one on top started to rock his downwards into the other’s. A breathy moan from the younger emerged. The opportunity wasn’t missed as ivory teeth grabbed onto swelling lips and a fake hand groped the ass that was just barely in reach. If Vash knew one thing about himself, he knew how harshly he liked to be handled.
This was no exception for the other. The rough treatment was gladly accepted. In response, hips came rolling back even harder. Every ounce of spare blood swiftly flowed south, faster with every movement. Without warning, the older pulled at golden blond hair. A gasp was all the opposing Vash could get out before those same teeth carelessly bit into his concealed neck. Thin, black polyester was the only thing stopping a warm tongue from giving the bite apologetic licks. Soft whining started to fill the room, pathetic like a dog wanting out of his cage.
It was all so much, yet so little at the same time. A irresistible need for more, but overwhelming all at once. So when the order to stand was given, the younger didn’t know if he wanted to obey with no questions or greedily undermine it. Unsurprisingly he was shoved off before he could decide. His body screamed at him to go back, but without warning strong hands pushed on his shoulders. His knees hit the floor with a loud thud. Once again without warning, a handful of hair was grabbed as his face was pulled close to the other’s crotch.
“Go on then. Get us ready and I’ll gladly bend you over that table.” The one who spoke could see the other shutter in excitement. The younger bit his reddened lips as he traced his shaky hands up plump thighs. He started to undo the fastenings of the older’s pants, instinctively knowing how each strap was removed.
“Only if you give me a name to moan. Using my own isn’t very fun.” He chuckled in response. As being a Vash who’s done this before, he did know the truth behind it. Luckily, he came prepared.
“I usually just use shortened versions of our already existing names. Typh for typhoon and Stam or Stamp for stampede. Mm, Vi is also an opinion.” While they spoke, buttons and buckles were being undone. The original of the two was partially freed by having the front of his pants opened with the other who had taken his off completely. The younger shoved three fingers into his mouth and lathered them in saliva, before putting his false hand to the other’s shaft. They came back out with a sinful pop and a string still connecting to bruising lips.
“Vi works. So then Typh, you gonna choke me or what?” Another deep chuckle and fistful of hair brought him closer, but an inch away from his newly assigned task.
“Why don’t you come find out, huh, Vi ?” Not another second was wasted. Satisfied with his newly assigned name, Vi hungrily ran his tongue up the other’s length. A shiver and breath filled moan followed. Typh moved his hands to grab onto the chair and his shirt. Not even five seconds in and he wanted to switch roles. Vash was one helluva switch. Easily topping women and happily taking men. Though, there was something about having a mouth on him that really pulled the submissiveness out of him, and he knew this. Hence the bitting earlier and the younger not questioning being put into the bottom role. They may look different, but they’re both still Vash.
All while Typh was struggling to stay in his intended role, his counterpart was getting to work. He playfully licked up the other’s shaft once more and rolled his tongue around his tip. Then he carefully sank down to the rim of his prosthetic hand. He softly started to bob his head as his free hand dropped down behind himself. His wetted fingers push hastily against his entrance as one slipped in. Vi hummed around the member in his mouth, yet he wasted no time pulling both in and out.
Typh couldn’t stop the sinful noise that squeezed past his lips. He was off to a good start, a really good start. It was dumb of him to think otherwise. Personally, the older had been told he was skillful with his mouth, but to be able to feel his own handy work. His head was already spinning. He couldn’t help but shamelessly shake every time that tongue rolled over his slit and whine In delight when it was replaced with the smooth back of the other’s throat. Not even all of him was passed the soft tissue of open lips and his focus was blurring. He couldn’t help but smile at the narcissism.
The same went for the other. Most of his attention was being put into working up the older, but he was pushing to also effectively prep himself. He desperately wanted to fulfill his side of that lustful promise the other made. It’s been so long since he’s been treated well in the way he craved. Who would know how he likes it better than himself? Just thinking of what was yet to come encountered his fingers to work faster. A second poked and rubbed before slipping in. He was tighter than expected. The sting of stretching took its rightful place, but it felt good. Vi was too needy to care about the warnings his body game him. A third was already prodding.
It wasn’t until he accidentally brushed that bundle of nerves that he really started to fall apart. His other hand fell from its grip and moved hastily to Typh’s thigh for support. He left the other in his mouth and unwillingly devoted his attention to the hand below. He wanted to stop, he did, but his perfectly curled fingers wouldn’t let him. A slowed tongue deafly continued to work, but it was nothing like before. His head fell to rest on a previously trembling leg. The older took notice as his own delight lessened. One of his hands brushed over false fingers as the other gently ran through golden locks hair.
“Heh- too much for you, huh? Don’t worry, focus on yourself.” Without warning a robotic hand took a fist full of the younger’s hair and tugged his head to the hilt of himself. Vi choked on a moan as he forced his throat to accommodate. He expected Typh to start fucking his mouth, but he just sat there looking down at him. Satisfied with using him at as a cock warmer while he finished with himself. If he could use his other hand, Vi would gladly cum right here and now. He couldn’t have imagined how hot it could feel to be used like this. The feeling of heavy weight on his throat while diligent digits sent pre dripping to the floor.
The third finger finally managed its way past the others. The younger could feel his head started to get dizzy, but it didn’t slow him. If anything he moved his hands faster to help ground himself. He wanted the cock pushing his mouth open in him so bad. Tears that were building finally broke and rolled down his face. His nose struggled to keep enough oxygen flowing in. Then he gasped as he was suddenly pulled off of the other. Deep breaths were followed with choking coughs as saliva went down the wrong pipe. After catching his breath, Vi instinctively stuck out his tongue to show he was ready to go back. Typh couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction. They’ve barely started and the younger already looked so fucked out. But the older loved the way he looked. A quick chest going up and down so fast. Reddened cheeks sitting just below dilated, half lidded eyes. He could even see that the hand prodding at himself had never stopped. The last of his patience was gone.
Without warning, Vi was suddenly pulled to his feet by his hair before being swiftly spun around and pushed face first into the neighboring table. Shaky hands grabbed at nothing as he tried to turn to look at the other. A shiver climbed his spine when he felt warm spit hit his entrance. The hand in his hair fell to the small of his back. Just the pressure of having it there was making him impossibly more aroused. He wanted the other to get on with it, hurry up and fuck him silly.
Typh was getting dazed just from looking at the sight in front of him. He was about to fuck an alternative version of himself. He was literally about to fuck himself, and damn was it hot. The younger had a plump ass and such a tiny waist. It was like they were mocking him, daring him to bruise them with nothing but his grip. He couldn’t refuse. Typh pulled himself back to the situation then used his flesh hand to help line up. He listened as the other whined in anticipation. That same whine quickly turned to a gasp as the two bodies connected. He couldn’t have been more than half an inch in and Vi’s slim hips were already rocking him further.
He was tight, really tight. Not enough prep time would explain it, but neither cared. It felt so good to finally come together. Both were finally getting what they’ve been craving since they got here. Little hesitation was followed with small movement of waists. But a few moments and they were brought to the hilt. The younger was already panting, his hands desperately trying to find something to grab onto only to be met with themselves. The burn of stretch was setting in, muscles started to screech. Vi would be complaining if he didn’t already admit he enjoyed the feeling. The feeling of being so full, the feeling of his knees getting weak, the feeling of bliss fogging his mind.
Typh gave them no more than a brief moment before he started to set a pace. It was gentle at first, allowing both to adjust. Hindered motion before acceleration. The older was not kind with the other’s body. Immediately pushing the line between rough and harsh. He wasn’t even moving that fast, but it was already making Vi tremble. His breath hitched with every thrust. He instinctively attempted to silence himself, knowing better than to be so loud from past experiences. Unfortunately he was playing a losing game. He was slim to say the least, so he was filled to the brim by the eager dick pounding into him. Every crevice, nook and cranny of his insides was getting their fair share of attention. That included the now abused prostate that was screaming in enjoyment at him. It was all so much, so so much, but the younger could feel his body begging for more. Be it harder or faster, he needed more of the other. More of himself.
How narcissistic.
The older was more than happy to give him what he wanted. He was beautifully taking what was already being given, so why not more. He wanted to pull screams out of the other. Listen to him beg and wither underneath his mercy. Something about taking care of himself was now pushing the dominance out of him. Treat him good like he knew he liked it.
“Oh god.. f-fuck, Typh, holy shi- ah, hah-!” Sudden change in pace made Vi forget everything he was just trying to do. His voice became unmuted as blind pleas and undirected praise came spewing out. The younger could feel his lower half trembling all while his knees were getting weaker with every thrust. It was sinfully unforgiving how accurately well Typh knew what he liked. Exactly how rough to be, exactly when to go faster, exactly what angle sent the most electric all the way up his spine. He was becoming blissfully overwhelmed with stimulation on levels he never imagined could be achieved with just one decently sized cock getting shoved into him so perfectly.
His forehead met with dry wood, fingertips nearly getting splinters from his need to hold onto something. His sounds were tantalizingly satisfying the other’s previously unvoiced desires to pull out every last noise his slutty little mouth could make. Push his limits just to see how far they could really go. Vash is a simple man. Not having a preference in partners nor being on the receiving or giving end. So here he was on both sides and loving every second on it. His goal was to satisfy the other, bringing him his own. He found doing so was incredibly easy when you know precisely what they want and how they want it.
Vash was also the kind of bottom that enjoyed being used. Harsh, inconsiderate treatment was what he had grown accustomed to over the years. His goal was to be as accommodating as he could be, and the few guys he had been with were just like that. Unsure in themselves, trying something new and becoming obsessed. Mindlessly indulging with little control or second thought. After so much he couldn’t help but find himself liking it more and more. The idea of just being a play thing becoming more arousing every time he thought about it.
“Ah, ah! T-Typh..! Slow.. hmnnn~ s-slow d-d-down I.. hugnnn~ I can’t-“ Pathetic. Couldn’t even last five minutes. Though, it would be wrong to blame him. His insides were being pounded into a pulp, and it felt achingly delicious enough to make his stomach churn. Pressure was building in his gut, a knot of sorts. It was only getting bigger by the second, threatening to break. Vi could barely slip his cut off cries of disapproval in between his moans that told the opposite story. Typh on the other hand didn’t listen one bit. He knew the only reason for slowing was so he could last long, but he could barely keep his own composure. The warmth he relentlessly delved in and out of was making his mind go foggy with lust. The sound of skin slapping skin only getting louder as insides tightened with anticipation. Yet, he continued on. Determined to properly please the other.
“W-Wai-aH! Fuck.. oH FUCK! ‘M gonna-! Typh, Typh.. Typh~! ” Just less of a scream and the younger violently unraveled. The floor was painted with white stripes while the room echo with cut off yells. The older didn’t have to look, he could feel the other’s body tremble and shake with pleasure. He was honest partly taken off guard. Surprised that the younger could cum so hard, untouched even. It only made the whole thing so much hotter. Typh finally slowed, helping his partner ride out the high but also milk him dry. It wasn’t until tears met the string of curses bouncing around that he really stopped.
It didn’t take a whole lot for the him to disconnect and flip the other so he was laying on the table. Heavy breathes were shared for a few moments, and grayed out orange glasses glanced back at one another. They stayed like that for awhile. Just catching their breaths and staring at the other’s hidden eyes. Vi let his legs hang and laid his head back on the wood. Typh leaned forward and put his body weight on the hands placed either side of a twitching waist. They rested, just taking in each other.
“Fuck… that was…. really good. Did you cum?” No response, just more heavy breathing before a half seen gaze that was followed with rutting hips chimed in. Drying saliva partly aiding as the skin on skin continued on a shaky thigh.
“No, but I’m sure we have time. You wanna go again?” If he could, Vi would’ve exploded right there and now. He just had the best orgasm of his entire life and now the guy who gave it to him is asking to do it again. He couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.
“Yes, yes! Just like this.” The younger lifted his legs and wrapped them around the other. He pulled him closer and indicated his readiness. Typh could only chuckle in excitement. It was a no brainer that the overstimulation that was soon to come would be no easy feat to take, but he also knew who was taking it. Personally, Vash was a slut for overstimulation. Just the thought of it was getting both of them going again. If he was ever given the opportunity to see just how much he could truly handle, now would be the closest he could get with just one other person.
“I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you came, ya hear me? I plan on reorganizing your guts a few times over just to leave them a mess. You’ll be able to feel the mark I leave after you wake up. For the rest of our time in here you’re mine , got that?” Vi questioned not one word. He was just wide eyed and nodding, a line of drool falling from his lips. Once the okay was given, Typh started his conquest. His false hand swiftly took up both of the other’s and pinned them above his head. Again, spit was used to aid the process. He gave himself a decent coating before pushing forward. Again he was in that tight, warm embrace. It felt even better the second time around. There wasn’t any time to adjust before they were back to the same brutal pace.
It was like they hadn’t stopped at all. The older was back to scrambling guts all while Vi was savoring it like his last meal. His body was telling him to stop, that he was done, but at the same time the feeling of so much simulation was all too good to let go of. It was overwhelming to say the least, it already felt as if he could burst. The knot in his gut being tugged at, but not giving way to being undone. The sensitivity of his now raw flesh was escalating. The younger was sure he’d be able to handle their current pace, until a callused hand gently started to jerk him back to full length. He sobbed from the suddenly added pleasure. His body uncontrollably recoiled in an attempt to lessen the feeling as it started to overwhelm. His legs tried to close but couldn’t, only to be met the hips that continued to plunge in and out. His lower half pulling back just to scratch his skin into the wood. Too much was all that ran through Vi’s head. Too much to handle, unable to take it.
“AH-! Wait! T-Too much, I-I can’t!” His begging cries were not answered, but ignored. Completely disregarded as if not there at all. To Typh this was just a part of the process to get them both off. He was barely touching him. Opting to just softly massaging his thumb over the slit as to not make him see stars. Left over slick smoothened his movements, making them all the more sickeningly sweet. Having both of his most sensitive spots so perfectly treated was one thing, but doing so with his sensitivity through the roof was another. Though it was clear Vi was not particularly happy about the current situation, he wouldn’t regret a thing in the long run. Overstimulating has a love-hate relationship with Vash. The hypersensitivity made the second time around better, but when abused it was more of a torture method than anything. They were pushing sinfully delicious limits, and not just Vi’s.
Typh wouldn’t last forever, not at this rate. If Vash knew anything about bottoming, it would be that squeezing was everyone’s worst enemy. At this point Vi was more than properly stretched open, but he was tighter than when they started. Not that it was voluntary, but it felt so good and they went too fast for him to make it much farther. For only a second, Typh stopped and let go of the other. Both hands went to the waist that was previously teasing him and strongly took hold. Fingertips dug into tanned skin, their grip bruising. Without warning, the older reset the pace. It was faster, harder and was putting their start to shame. Vi was a moaning mess, desperately trying to keep up while hands flung over to hold onto the other’s arms for support. Once more the knot in his stomach was being pulled at. Tugging and tugging, then it started to give, slipping closer to becoming undone.
“Heh, I know that face… C’mon then. Cum, so I can fill you right back up again.” Vi struggled to respond with a yes that was cut apart by gasps. His flesh hand swiftly moved to his member and pumped with a fire fueled speed. It was like the flood gates had opened, there was no stopping it now. Vi’s unfiltered voice raised in pitch while he threw his head back. His breath hitched and then his shirt became stained with white. A straggled moan accompanied his quivering lip. The high peaking all throughout his lower half. Close behind was Typh. He quickly readjusted his hands to pull the other into his thrusts as ropes of hot white where pushed deep inside of him. The older couldn’t hold back the groan that erupted from his chest. Vi’s inner walls were lathered in a thick coat before those same rough hands moved to push his thighs as far apart as they would go. In one swift motion, he pulled out and spilled the last of his load onto a now ruined shirt. A few more stuttered movements was all Typh managed before nearly collapsing. His legs burned from overexertion while he gasped for air.
Small, orange shades met their bigger counterpart to see the other doing the same. Not to mention the sight. Vi let his hands fall to the side. He was looking off to the left, heaving chest littered with stringy white. A bit had made it all the way to his face while most piled onto each other and spilled onto the table. What a mess was made of him. Covered inside and out in nothing but the opaque white that managed to get everywhere. Once again, they stayed for a moment. Calming down as the high dropped and catching their breaths.
“Damn… you really know how to take it.” Typh chuckled and used a hand to clear the other’s face of the hair that stuck to it. He then removed his own glasses and placed them to the side. It was nice to get an unfiltered look at the alternate version of himself. Without lust fogging his vision, he was able to properly take in the similarities. He still had that iconic spikiness to those blond locks. Features were sharp and skin tone the same. Stature thin yet unsuspecting. The only major differences laid within color palette and the younger’s simplicity. This world was also significantly brighter, but that wasn’t anything that couldn’t be adapted to.
“Ugh… huff.. I haven’t cum that hard before. My thighs are tingling, hehe-” They both softly laughed with one another as fatigue settled in. Vi finally return the calm gaze the other started and they savored the sower-sweet moment. It was as if they were back to just talking. The heavy feeling of recovering from orgasm fading and the sticky sensation down below was disregarded. Such as the calm after the storm. It wasn’t until then did the sun hit those orange circles just the right way to reveal the eyes behind them. Blueish color was diluted with lighting and turned green. They dimly gleamed with spent excitement.
A few moments longer pasted before Typh pulled away. He grabbed a neighboring chair and sat down. A slightly aching back leaned into it. The air was filled with quickened breathes and the heavy dripping of thick liquid on wood. After breaths were caught, the older leaned forward and rested his arms on the table. He continued to admire his own work. Red hand marks slowly becoming a shallow purple. The mess of white on black starting to stain. The half lidded eyes that looked at him through orange shades. He glared back, a smile forcing its way onto his face. Typh grabbed the others hand. His palm was sweaty and fingers wrapped right back around his.
Then suddenly, both felt uncomfortably sluggish. As if their bodies were melting into the surrounding environment. Realization hit full force and while they struggled to keep ahold to one another.
“Guess that’s it, huh? Well it was fun while it lasted, yeah?“ The world around them started to blur and it felt like everything was speeding up. It was as if the building was being liquefied, taking them both in it.
“Typh! No, I don’t want to go back yet!” There was no time to think. The older stood only to start to fuse with the table. Their hands never left one each other. The struggle continued until Typh managed to pull Vi hand to his face. A gentle kiss graced his knuckles.
“Come visit me, I’m sure you’ll get your chance.” Before a response could be given, Vash blinked his eyes open. It took a second to process what had happened and where he was. His head slightly jerked as the car hit a bump. He was in the back seat, Meryl and Roberto chatting about something. A yawn pushed its way out of his mouth just as he was greeted with a good morning. He smiled in return as he moved the opening of his coat to cover the wet spot and bulge in the leg of his pants.