It was dark again. But not as dark as it had been before. It was a late night at the station, and Adachi was stuck there, head down on his desk while he at least tried to rest before returning to the enormous workload he had been left with. He felt stressed; his wrists hurt from writing so much, and he hadn't gotten a chance to stretch in ages. This part of his job had always been awful, even when he was back in the city. But he needed stress relief, and he needed it bad.
Shifting, he sat back, head rolling to the side a bit before he stared straight ahead into the darkness. There was a TV across from him, like there had always been. But he didn't feel like going in today. Rather, he wanted something to come out of it. It was that doppleganger from before, the one that always pleasured him at home and then left without a single word.
"Hey." He spoke clearly, though not to himself. "C'mon. I know you're here. Don't play games, just come out and hurry up."
Golden eyes opened up right in front of him, startingly close. A pair of hands reached for his throat, but rather than letting them make contact, his own shot out and gripped the strange, cold flesh of the other's. The detective squeezed, shoving the other to the wall and reaching to tug his gun out of it's holster at his hip. "Listen up, double. You're gonna do what I say this time." The tip of the weapon shoved past the shadow's lips, and although no sound come out, it still seemed surprised.
He made quick work of undoing his belt and letting his pants sag, reaching to do the same to the other and pull him out. His dick was just as cold as the rest of him, but Adachi didn't care, already starting to pump his hand while keeping the gun lodged between the shadow's teeth. There was barely any noise between them, just Adachi's hurried breathing as he jammed the gun in further and pressed close to grind against the form he had trapped against the wall. Then he heard it- a little wheeze of a grunt, coming from the shadow.
Giving a low chuckle, Adachi pushed his pants down all the way, then turned the shadow over, keeping the gun haphazardly stuck where it was. He pulled himself out, and dug around in the drawer next to them, finding the lube he kept stashed there. He smeared it along himself and against the shadow's entrance, then started to prod there, hearing another wheezed-out groan. It spurred him on, and he started to slide his way in, the cold flesh on the inside feeling interesting against the heated flesh of his dick.
He wasted no time, and started to thrust in, sloppily at first while he tried to find a good rhythm. The wheezy little groans and whines from the shadow really set him off, though he wasn't sure why. But within moments, he was just slamming into his clone, biting his own tongue to prevent making a lot of noise and being caught. He kept the gun where it was, but reached around to start pumping his hand again. The other shuddered, then lurched forward a slight bit, coming hard and clenching up. The feeling made Adachi groan out loud, and he thrust in deep, his own orgasm following closely after and making him nearly drop the gun.
As he pulled out, he could feel the earlier stress completely draining from him, and hobbled over to collapse in his chair again, watching the shadow recover. Rather than watching him leave, Adachi closed his eyes, only opening them again when the room was dead silent. He gave a slow grin, and closed them again, leaning back to doze off before getting back to his work.
