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A/N: So this is my first guy/guy smut fic; I can't really call it gay smut, because it isn't. It's pure narcissism! And with the characters Lincoln squared, it was just too easy! Set during the newest episode, after Peter and Blue Lincoln have been found and captured on the dock. We know what happens to Peter, but what happens to Blue Lincoln while he's locked up in an astutely-observed maintenance closet with Red Lincoln in charge?

Lee=Red Fringe Agent Lincoln Lee

Lincoln=Blue FBI Agent Lincoln Lee

Gemini Tricks

The door suddenly opened, causing Lincoln to jump on the floor where he was sitting, still handcuffed to the support pole in the centre of the small, musty room. Lincoln was glad he wasn't alone anymore, but did it have to be him, Fringe Agent Lincoln Lee, his evil twin from the Other Side? After he acknowledged his capturer, Lincoln returned to looking at the same spot on the concrete floor where he had been staring for what seemed like hours.

"Comfy?" asked Lee.

Lincoln revealed his most malicious glare at his Other self, showing how displeased he is with this situation he's in.

"Everything checks out. But that still doesn't answer why you agreed to come over in the first place. Got your own agenda, I see."

"Are you going to get me out of this damned closet or what, pretty boy?" the remark was meant to offend, or at least annoy, but the affect seemed to be quite the opposite on Lee's grinning face as he stepped inside the closet, closing the door behind him.

"Well?" Lincoln insisted, shifting himself around the pole on the floor away from the other Lincoln Lee.

"On the bridge…" Lee began, hesitant.

Lincoln kept glaring at his opposite, trying to figure him out; what does he want?

"On the bridge, I couldn't show it… but I was oddly pleased to see my own face glaring back at me… just like you're doing now." He quipped.

"The air was too hostile, I'm sorry to say I didn't quite feel the same."

"Then what did you feel, Linc?" Lee sassed back, his motives still unclear to Lincoln.

"It felt like everything I had previously known about the world didn't matter anymore."

"Exactly."

Lincoln looked at himself quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"You're too timid. Over here, I take the lead and everyone knows it." Lee shakes a sturdy finger at the man on the floor, changing the air around them.

"What makes you think I'm not like that either?" Lincoln raised an eyebrow, looking Lee up and down for any more clues.

Lee crouched down to his opposite's level, continuing to stare at his own familiar blue eyes.

"But you're curious." Lee smirked.

"What?"

"You can't hide anything from me. I'm you!" he laughed.

Lincoln frowned.

"What am I hiding, genius? What is this all about anyway?" he snapped back.

Lee hovered closer, leaning in to his Other's face.

"What you really want. You're dying to know what it's like." Lee dragged a single finger down Lincoln's arm.

Lincoln's eyes got bigger as he backed away from Lee.

"Get away from me."

Lee shook his head. "You're not a tiny bit curious?"

Lincoln squinted his eyes shut, willing himself to wake up from this indefinite dream, hoping his Other self wasn't insinuating what he thought he was. Lee sat down on the concrete floor next to his Other, still chained to the pole.

"You still want out of here?"

Lincoln shook his head in approval, half expecting Lee to take out the keys and free him. But to Lincoln's dismay, Lee shook his head no, a wicked smirk crossing his own thin lips. He swallowed hard, suddenly finding the musky air in the room more difficult to breathe than it already was. The Red Universe smelled a lot stranger than he expected it to.

"What are you going to do, Linc?" teased Lee.

"I'm going to sit here until you release me."

Lee's smile grew wider than Lincoln ever thought possible. "Sounds like a good idea."

Lincoln's eyes scanned the small room for something to defend himself with from… himself. But he wasn't going to get his hands on anything until Lee freed him.

"What if I did let you go. What would you do? Pull a fast one on me—something that I would see coming—and run out of here?" tested Lee.

Lincoln considered the thought before answering. "I'd see how far I could get, but only after I gained your trust."

Lee's head cocked to the side, staring at the man on the floor. "Would you now? But wasn't that you're whole prerogative? To sneak by me and get what you came for?"

"The situation's changed. You know that... you know, you'd make a great detective, Linc." Lincoln returned Lee's own teases, instigating his way out.

Suddenly, Lee grabbed Lincoln by the corners of his jacket, jarring him closer.

"Oh yeah?" he dared. Lincoln's body stiffened at the sudden gesture, trying to accommodate the adjustment.

"Let. Me. Go." Lincoln dared, the hostility rising in the air again. He didn't like himself very much.

Two very dominant personalities and Alpha tendencies were rising, making the air thick between them. They were exactly like each other in their level of control and assertion, making negotiations near impossible for Lincoln, who had left his timid demeanor back in his own universe.

"What would your Olivia do to you?" Lee asked out of curiosity, the hostility ceasing from him a little bit. "What would she do here?"

"I think the real question here is, what do you want from me, Lee?" Lincoln's retort hit the mark with Lee. He found his Other self out.

Lee released his grip on Lincoln's jacket, letting him slide back to the floor. Lincoln adjusted his coat and relaxed against the wall.

"Your move." He dared Lee, expecting him to finally free him.

The Fringe agent's eyes narrowed at Lincoln, trying to find his gimmick. "I know me all too well. You're going to pull something."

Lincoln shook his head from side to side lightly, staring relentlessly at Lee, still waiting for the dare.

Finally, Lee took the initiative he was dying to have the moment they met on the bridge. Mere inches away from the Other's face; staring each other down like angry dogs.

"Stand up." Lee commanded, rising to his feet. The FBI agent blinked before slowly complying.

He pulled a small key from his pocket, about to make Lincoln's request come true. But a familiar mischievous glint in his eye warned Lincoln not to trust him. The air became tensed again for Lincoln, as he no longer trusted Lee (with what little trust he had in him) He watched Lee's hands carefully as he unlocked the first cuff.

The key entered into the tiny metal opening, and listening for the click, Lincoln's eyes darted back up to Lee's, waiting for anything. As suspected, Lee had mischievous intentions; he whipped the uncuffed hand around Lincoln's shoulder painfully before he relocked it behind his back, but no longer attached to the pole. The sharp pain in his shoulder distracted Lincoln before he realized that he was pressed between Lee and the wall that he was leaning against just moments earlier.

Lincoln groaned as his cheek pressed against the cold wall, his shoulder still stinging from the twist. "Jerk-off," he muttered to Lee as he gained proper footing again.

"I will." Confirmed Lee as he gripped Lincoln's arms behind his back, pressing his pelvis against Lincoln's lower back.

"Whao!" Lincoln uttered, as he felt the sensation he normally gives to women, and it felt very odd being on the receiving end of his own advances.

Lee's hands continued to touch all up and down his back, finally coming to rest upon his ass, knocking Lincoln's knees apart with his own as he pressed deeper against the pinned FBI agent. Lincoln uttered a shameless moan between the caresses and squeezes Lee was causing between his captive's legs. The Fringe agent smiled in satisfaction that he could finally have his naughty fantasy with himself.

But suddenly Lincoln came back to his senses.

"Wait. What are you doing to me?" he demanded.

Lee leaned in closer behind Lincoln, whispering next to his ear.

"Exactly what we both want. Stop denying it, Linc. I know you touch yourself the same way I do, when no one else is around and you've had one of those days where looking at her just isn't enough. How standing in close proximity and smelling her hair is as close as you're going to get to having Liv that day; not until she's ready to admit that she wants you too. But in the meantime, you've got to distract yourself and relieve those aching balls from the torture she doesn't know she puts on you."

Lincoln turned his head as if Lee might have read his mind about Olivia. How she's so close, yet still far from becoming his. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back into himself, debating on whether or not he should use this unique opportunity. His balls were aching from lack of attention, and every time he saw Olivia he couldn't help but daydream a little.

Lee's nose touched the skin behind Lincoln's ear, and then opened his mouth to graze Lincoln's neck with his teeth, causing a sensation through both of them. The excitement of fulfilling each other, by each other, but both one in the same person, terrified and intrigued Lincoln as he could no longer ignore the chills running up his spine.

He turned around to face Lee on his own, giving in to the madness of the situation.

"How do I make my eggs in the morning?" Lincoln asked, still skeptical.

"Scrambled. And you always put salt and pepper on them after they're out of the pan." Lee raised an eyebrow, even though he knew he was right.

Lincoln's lips pursed, as he looked at his opposite up and down.

"Do you have… the same freckle there?" Lincoln asked his mirror image, his eyes resting on Lee's crotch, narrowing with curiosity.

Lee put his hands on either side of Lincoln, leaning into him.

"You wanna find out?" he whispered, coming in for a kiss. But Lincoln's head tilted back, preventing Lee from reaching his target. "Why do you keep doing this?" Lee growled with his lips against Lincoln's exposed neck.

The feral growl that came from Lee couldn't have turned Lincoln on anymore than everything else he was doing to him, and it suddenly changed his mind. His blue eyes opened again, this time hungry—and just willing to do anything to hear himself make that noise again. Lincoln turned his head and nosed his way into Lee's neck moving his face back before finally returning the kiss Lee had been dying for.

Lee groaned again, the sensation of narcissistic lust rising again, and encouraging Lincoln to keep pressing his face against his own image. When they finally parted for air, Lee chuckled to himself, the familiar dimples spreading in their places. They stared at each other again; both eager to see how far the other will go.

Lee took the initiative by returning the hot kiss and lowering his fingers to the belt of Lincoln's trousers, trying to undo the strap of the foreign buckle. Sensing his trouble, Lincoln broke the kiss, demanding to be let go from the confines of the handcuffs. Lee thought about it for a moment, escape probably now the last thing on his mind, so he took out the little silver key again.

"Turn around," Lee asked, less demanding, but still stern.

Lincoln turned half around, his jacket shoulders inflating, because of his handcuffed limbs behind his back inhibiting all movement. Finally the little click of success sounded and Lincoln let the cuffs drop to the floor.

"We could have used those…" Lee ponders.

"Shut up." Lincoln demands as he pulls his Other closer before turning him around and slamming him to the wall, just like Lee did to him earlier, ending the movement with a fierce kiss. Lee loved it—his other half finally succumbing to their hidden narcissistic desires. Upon breaking the intense kiss, Lee returned to trying to open the confounded buckle. Lincoln's hands tore both of Lee's away and pinned him to the wall, grinding his hips against himself, nibbling on his ear causing Lee to inhale sharply with wanton desire.

"Please," Lee begged. "Let me in those beautiful pants of yours."

Lincoln shook his head 'no' as he released his hands from holding Lee's before he lowered them to push his black military jacket off. Lee shrugged out of his jacket before grabbing Lincoln's waist, pulling him back for another kiss. Lee's tongue begged for entrance at Lincoln's lips; finally pouring in to taste a slightly different mouth than his own. At last, Lee broke through the barrier of the foreign belt buckle and ripped the zipper down quickly to access his newest plaything. It all happened too quickly for Lincoln's mind to catch up, so he just let Lee have his way for a little longer, while tugging at his cock, both knowing just how much to tease the head before it made him crazy.

"Oh God, yes. …No! Wait, stop it!" Lincoln's demands were conflicted.

"But it's me, Lincoln. I know every inch of your body, because it's mine too. And I know exactly what we like." Lee's blue eyes flared with excitement at his mirror image.

Lincoln's head was swimming as Lee continued to stroke and tug gently.

"Give in."

"But this is so wrong, I love Olivia, and I want to do these things with my Olivia." breathed Lincoln.

"This doesn't count as cheating unless you're doing it with yourself…which you are." Lee pressed his chest against his own, pulling his mirror image closer. "Consider it practice." He tugged Lincoln's grey jacket off his body, feeling his own muscles as the jacket fell down.

"You really are a horny bastard."

"You would know." Lee kissed Lincoln again, begging him to open his mouth again so he could explore.

Lincoln moaned in protest, but as Lee's hand began stroking his crotch again, the protests subsided, and Lincoln almost gave in.

"This is wrong… I can't do this." He began to panic when Lee took off his immaculately white t-shirt, showing off his perfect pectorals and lush, lean abs, wanting to touch them so badly.

"What's wrong about pleasuring yourself, Lincoln? It could be a dream come true."

Lincoln blushed. So they both had similar dreams of sweet narcissistic pleasure.

"Now show me that freckle you were talking about… it's down here, right?" grinned Lee as he lowered his body, tugging Lincoln's open cargos down with him. He exposed the tight boxer briefs with his bulge desperate to get out, his pre-come already wetting the fabric.

"Somehow I knew that was going to be there." Lee looked up at him.

"Just shut up and do it." Lincoln demanded, knotting his long fingers through the mess of Lee's hair, pulling his head closer.

Lee yanked down the tight briefs, causing Lincoln's cock to bounce out. Immediately, Lee's lips closed around the head, licking and tasting his own saltiness, roughly tugging it up and down with his hand. Lincoln couldn't help but tense up at the sensation, moaning his delight at what Lee was doing to him. Strangely enough, it seems to Lincoln as if it were right, what Lee was doing with his mouth, he would do the same to himself with his own hand while thinking of Olivia.

"Dammit!" Lincoln cursed. Lee looked up at him as if he did something wrong, the same eyebrow raising. Lincoln moaned again before answering, "Why do I like it so much?"

Lee smiled again, with cock in mouth, continuing to pleasure him into a stupor. As he felt his knees weaken from the pleasure Lee was giving him, Lincoln reached out for the wall in front of him, hovering over his Other.

As the familiar sensations grew, and Lee knew just how long it would be before his opposite would come, he ceased his pleasuring and stood up to rid of himself of his own khaki cargos and black boxer briefs, releasing his own sturdy length.

"What are you…why did you stop?" cried Lincoln breathlessly, frustrated that his opposite quit pleasuring him right before he needed it the most.

Lee halted his complaining with a smoldering kiss as he continued to tug Lincoln voraciously between their connected hips. Lincoln's knees began to quiver as he felt his release coming, breathing heavily and groaning as his twin beat him mercilessly.

"Oh, god," begged Lincoln with his eyes squeezed shut, holding onto Lee for support as his climax of pleasure finally crashed down and out of him. Lee held himself and worked Lincoln at the same time while he came, spewing creamy success between them.

"Oh, yeah! There it is." Lee said pointing to the freckle on Lincoln they both shared just above and to the right of the shaft of their cocks.

As soon as Lincoln regained his senses and opened his eyes, Lee sent him down to do the same, holding him down by the shoulders. Ripping his own shirt off now, Lincoln threw it to the floor and grabbed Lee's exposed member, sucking on it hard. Lincoln also pointed out the copy of the freckle on Lee, poking its position and continuing to coax the come out of him. Lee moaned the same feral noise he made at the beginning of their tryst, encouraging Lincoln to pull out all the tricks they shared, licking and sucking Lee, until he himself almost blacked out from pleasure of this unlikely romp. He blindly groped for the wall behind him, wanting Lincoln to follow.

Lincoln wrapped his arms around the backs of Lee's thick thighs, scraping his nails down, cruelly tickling Lee and distracting him from his pleasure. Lee's hands wrapped themselves in Lincoln's hair, holding his head while he bobbed up and down, sucking on his throbbing cock. The Fringe agent felt himself rising on his high, his breathing getting heavier, and looking down at those same mischievous blue eyes fueled his carnal desire even more.

He was almost at his peak when Lincoln did the same thing to Lee—pull away. Lee looked down with anxious concern, his entire body begging Lincoln not to stop now. The FBI agent simply laid back on the clothes strewn on the floor, finally kicking off his cargos and boots, raising a "come-hither" finger to Lee to join him for a more intimate release.

Lee eagerly placed himself on the floor, Lincoln crawling on top with Lee's legs in between his, and returned to his devious pounding that almost undid Lee, again. Still tugging Lee's cock, Lincoln stretched out over Lee, locking his face in a furious kiss, their bodies beginning to perspire in the cool room.

"Oh Jesus… I'm coming, oh, be gentle!" cried Lee, grasping at the man beside him as he felt the most powerful explosion ever, quite simply because he couldn't have anyone else do it better than he could himself.

Both men were heaving as they came down their highs, one by one. Eventually, Lee brought his twin's face down to his own for another lustful kiss, tonguing the shit out of Lincoln. They lay there intertwined with each other, legs between legs, hands feeling every last inch of skin from the Other, hips mashing back into each other as they both finally felt what it was really like to pleasure oneself. This time Lincoln moaned the glorious feral sound when Lee simultaneously bit the corner of his neck and rubbed his cock over his own; their juices still wet on their gleaming abs.

"Now, aren't you glad you listened to yourself?" Lee teased, thumbing a rock hard nipple on Lincoln.

He batted away the hand, and looked sternly back at Lee before he softened and nodded in agreement.

"I think you should come to my side more often, Linc buddy." Smirked the Fringe agent.

"And I think your ass should cross over for once. I'm done dealing with dangerous cosmic borders and pretending to be you." Lincoln said, leaning over to stand up. "And hey," he added. Lee looked back up at his twin. "Thanks for not going for the back door. You must know I don't like the idea of… that. For a man or a woman."

"Yeah, me either man." Confirmed Lee, shaking his hair back into place. "Personally, I like pussy a lot better, but my dick tasted pretty good." Grinned Lee as he took a towel from the suddenly convenient towel rack in the closet to wipe the mess off his chest.

Lincoln crept closer, making Lee pause what he was doing, and brought his left hand around to pull him closer for one more kiss. The kiss turned into a lip-biting contest with Lincoln winning, finally releasing his lip with a wet 'pop'. He stepped away to grab his wrinkled shirt from the floor.

"I'm gonna go see her tonight. I'm done beating around the bush, I'm going to tell her."

"Tell her you love her?" Lee checked, pulling his briefs back up.

Lincoln nodded. "And then I'm gonna make her come all over me." he added with an arrogant grin, those dimples threatening to pierce his face.

"Make sure she's on top. Those agent girls love it when they're on top, like they're winning the ring match, you know?"

Lincoln squinted his eyes, thinking. "Damn. You're right. God, I never thought of it that way before!"

"Hey, want me to come over? It'll be a sweet threesome." Lee's eyes almost bugged out of his head with excitement.

Lincoln made the 'are-you-serious?' face at his opposite, completely disagreeing with him.

"Eh… maybe for you. I want Olivia all to myself. ME. Not you too… no," Lincoln stepped closer again, "You're separate for when nobody else can satisfy me but my own two hands." He picked up Lee's right hand with his own and held it to his chest, kissing the crook of his neck.

"Are you going to let me go now? For real this time? I need to get back home." Smiled Lincoln.

"Sure. You've got a date tonight." Lee returned the grin.

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