Kanye West heard the echo of the front door close behind him. He sighed, knowing another day's "work" had been completed. It was far past midnight, and he had only barely been able to mislead the paparazzi away from him so he could go home. He threw his musty coat on the kitchen chair as he passed it, hardly bothering to glance if it landed on the floor instead. He was too tired to care, feel, or really do anything. His life was a walking TV show wherever he looked. Kanye couldn't do anything without the news crafting a horrible rumour about it.

Kanye strode into the bathroom, flicking on the light and taking a look at himself in the mirror. Yikes. It wasn't anything he'd want anyone to see. He grabbed the nearest facecloth and ran some cool water over it, his face feeling refreshed and a million times better as he pressed it to his skin. He'd had a couple beers earlier that night, though he hadn't done anything too crazy. It still didn't explain the teenage-boy-amount of sweat that had been running down his face, but he was willing to think that it was just an odd day to begin with.

He looked to the mirror, only seeing himself. Dark skin, the stubble of a beard shadowing the lower half of his face, two coal black eyes. It was how he always was. But…he didn't feel as he always did. Kanye averted his eyes to the sink. His heart felt as though a great weight was pressing it down, threatening to crush him completely. He felt his hands trembling, and tried to take deep breaths. He was about to completely break down, when he felt something soft touch his hand, rubbing it tenderly.
Kanye quickly launched his head up, only to see – himself? He had a lot of questions about this. He tried to make a sound, but nothing would come out of his mouth. The second Kanye stepped out of the mirror, pressing a finger against his lips without breaking eye contact.

"H-How - " Kanye started.

"You seemed a little…lonely," Kanye 2 said softly. "I thought you might need what only I can give you."

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Are you really?" A lump got stuck in Kanye's throat. The other Kanye sighed, taking hold of Kanye's hands and trying to look him in the eye. After a pause, Kanye spoke again.

"What exactly can you offer me?" he was dying to know, really. The second Kanye gave him a look.

"Is there anyone else here?"

"What?"

"Kanye, we need to be alone. Is anyone else here?"

"No. The rest of my family went to Vegas for the weekend."

"And you didn't?"

"I had to take care of…things."

"Like?"

"Things, Kanye. Oh, that's weird to say my own name."

"Then why don't we stop talking?" The second Kanye took a step forward. The Kanyes were nose-to-nose.

"What exactly are you doing?" Kanye breathed.

"Nothing that you wouldn't do." Without another word spoken, Kanye felt warm lips upon his. It was truly something else, to feel your own lips on, well, you. Kanye never realized how good of a kisser he truly was. He was captivated by this other Kanye, and the two soon found themselves on the bathroom floor. A fiery passion flowed through them both, rocketing through their bodies like fireworks. Kanye felt a burst of happiness explode in his stomach. He was having butterflies galore; he couldn't remember the last time he'd ever felt such a thing. The other Kanye drew in closer, holding Kanye tightly and pulling him onto his lap.

The second Kanye started to move Kanye back and forth. Kanye was lost in the heat of the moment – everything was circling around him too fast. He moved with the other Kanye, suddenly realizing what he was feeling. He gasped, feeling embarrassed, and pushed himself off of the other Kanye and into the corner.

"I-I'm sorry, this isn't working." His heart was hammering in his chest. He was struggling to calm himself down.

"What? Are you backing down just because you're getting hard?" There was a sly look in the other Kanye's eye.

"I'm not." He blushed furiously.

"Then come back over here."

"No."

"You don't have much of a say in this." The other Kanye crawled over to Kanye, kissing him again. This time, he went a little further and put a hand on his leg. Kanye flinched at first, nervous, and the other Kanye broke apart for a moment.

"If you're scared of being called gay after this, we could just say it's masturbation. After all, it is just…us."

"There's nothing wrong with being gay-"

"In Hollywood it apparently is." Kanye felt his mouth go dry. The other Kanye continued, "But it's alright, nobody will find out about this. It's our little secret, that is to say, your secret." Kanye laughed, a smile breaching his usually stern face.

"I never knew I loved me so much." He pulled the other Kanye in for a kiss, this time willing to go all the way. Shirts flew off, pants were unzipped, and Kanye2 had a night to remember. He remembered how the other Kanye knew just how to turn him on, and finish the deal nice and easy.

Kanye woke up the next day, alone in bed. His alarm clock read 10:00am. He was glad it was a day off. There were no signs of the other Kanye anywhere. Kanye checked the bathroom, kitchen, and even some of the closets and found no trace of his clone. He was a little down after this, feeling as though he had learned a lot about himself in such a short time – it was a shame to see him leave so soon.

Kanye returned to his bedroom, changing into slacks and a dusty t-shirt. He was about to leave when he noticed something on his nightstand. Picking it up, he identified it as a note, hastily written in his own handwriting, though he knew he couldn't have written what was on the paper.

Ready for round 2?

Call me.

He grinned, noting his own number at the bottom of the note. Kanye West smiled to the daytime sun, knowing now he was truly at his Kanye Best.