*Okay, so I got a tsunami of requests to continue this. This is all your fault Tumblr. Shame on you.
VERSUS XV
Part 2
Versus reemerged from the bathroom looking more composed than the other two men in the room. He threw his boxers on and sprawled across the over sized armchair like a cat. The Prince and his boyfriend spent the next few minutes cleaning themselves up before coming back into the living room. Noctis sat down a bit more gingerly than Prompto.
The silence in the room was so tight you could have hit it like a drum.
Finally, Noctis pulled up any royal composure he had and cleared his throat. "So... now that that's out of the way. Would someone please explain to me what just happened." He pointed at Versus. "Why were you in my apartment in the first place?"
"That one's my fault," said Prompto. "We were going to surprise you-"
"Well mission accomplished. I was pretty fucking surprised," snapped Noct.
"-but I had to run to the store. I didn't think you'd be home for another hour or so. Versus was up late so he wanted to grab a nap and... well I guess that's how you found him."
Versus wiggled his eyebrows. "No complaints here."
Noctis glared at him. Despite the fact that he was apparently amazing in bed, the guy was too much cockiness wrapped in a Prompto package. It was almost off putting... almost.
"So, where did you two find each other?" asked Noctis.
Prompto scratched the back of his head. "Well... two weeks ago I went to check out that new bar downtown..."
Flashback~
Prompto walked into the packed floor of the Floating Vagabond. It had just opened up a few weeks ago, and it was quickly becoming the hottest bar downtown. He only wished the guys were there with him. Ignis would have appreciated the ambiance for sure. It looked like an old speakeasy. Live jazz band and all.
By some stroke of luck, he found a seat at the bar and waited until the bartender noticed him. A moment later a redheaded woman appeared next to him and looked confused when he asked her for a beer.
"Why don't you just come back here and get one yourself. You work here," she said.
Prompto made a face. The club was loud and he wasn't sure he'd heard her properly. "Say again?" he said over the din of the crowd.
She leaned a little closer, "Versus, come back here and get your own..." she seemed to realize he wasn't who she thought he was. "You're not him." She blinked. "Sorry, let me get your drink." She walked back down the bar and returned with his beer before taking another hard look at him and disappearing to the back of the building.
That was odd, thought Prompto as he sipped his ale and turned to admire the band. He wished Noctis was here. He'd been stuck in so many training sessions, meetings, and lessons that he barely had any time remaining in his schedule for a date. Prompto sighed to himself. He knew what he was getting into when he began dating the Prince of Insomnia, but still...
A few weeks ago, they'd discussed trying to spice things up in the rare moments they had together. One particular night when they were both quite drunk Noctis suggested maybe bringing in a third party. The thought itself really struck Prompto as out of left field, but it intrigued him none the less. The question was 'who?' They couldn't get someone from the Citadel for obvious reasons and the Prince being royalty and all they didn't want to just put out an add online "Hey, come fuck the Prince and his BF". It would raise such scandal that they would never hear the end of it. So, that was obviously out.
If the gunslinger was honest with himself, that was what he was at this club for. Not necessarily to bring someone home, but just to see if he could get a feel for what it would be like if he did.
He could dream after all.
"This guy, right here." Prompto turned toward the voice of the bartender and froze. Standing next to her was a mirror image of himself. His hair was different and he didn't have any freckles, but it was him. No question about it.
"Hi," said his reflection. They regarded each other for a long few seconds before his mimic said "could I talk to you in the back room for a minute?"
Prompto just nodded, unable to tare his eyes away from the doppelganger as he picked up his beer and followed the other blonde into the comparatively quieter employee lounge. The other blonde turned to him as soon as the door was closed and grabbed his wrist, pulling the leather bands aside and exposing Prompto's bar-code tattoo before he could pull his hand away. "What the fu-" Prompto started before the other blonde tore off his own wrist band and held it up in front of him. The bar-code inches from Prompto's face. He swallowed. "You're one too."
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Prompto. You?"
"Versus. How did you get out of Niflheim?"
Prompto shook his head. "I was adopted as a baby. You?"
Versus put his leather wrist band back on, "Same... you know you're an MT, right?"
Prompto nodded. Nobody else had said it out loud, but Noctis knew. He'd shown Prompto the files on Niflheim when he recognized Prompto's tattoo on photos of the MT soldier corpses. "Hold on, hold on. Let's not talk about that right now. I didn't know that we all looked the same. What the shit?!"
"I know, right?!" said Versus excited. "So crazy, it's like looking in a freckled mirror. Quick, what sort of food do you like?"
"Anything spicy."
"Me too."
Prompto asked, "What's your favorite animal?"
"Chocobo."
"Holy shit." Prompto's heart was hammering in his chest. "okay, count of three... What's the best brand name of camera? One, two, three."
"Shinra Ultima," they both said in sync.
Prompto almost squealed. "Did we just become best friends?"
"No," said Versus flatly. "But this is still awesome. Are you bisexual too?"
Prompto blushed at the direct question, "Well, yes, kind of. I've never been with a girl, but I like the idea. I have a boyfriend at the moment anyway."
"Oh yeah? Is he handsome?"
"Very."
"What's his name?"
"Noctis."
Versus chuckled. "Is he named after the Prince?"
Fuck. Prompto suddenly became flustered. He wasn't supposed to let civilians know his relationship with Noct. He'd gotten over excited finding out he had a twin/clone and let it slip. "Ummm... he's..." he fumbled.
Versus laughed again. "Oh please. It's not like you're dating the actual Prince of Insomnia."
Prompto made a squeaking noise.
Versus eyes went wide. "Oh...Ohhhhhhh. Shit, are you serious? Dude, he's gorgeous."
Well, the cat was out of the bag now. Prompto clasped his hands together. "Please don't tell anyone. I wasn't supposed to let anyone know."
Versus put his hand on his chin and grinned deviously at Prompto. The gunslinger was put off by the expression. He wasn't aware his face could look like that.
"I think I could keep it a secret," he said. "Everyone has a few. What's one more. You'll introduce me, right?"
"Of course! He'll freak out seeing two of me."
Versus leered, giving Prompto a once over. "I bet he would."
The door to the employee lounge opened and the redhead stepped in. "Versus, get your ass out here. You're not leaving me alone during rush hour to flirt with yourself."
"Fine, Bridget, just a sec," he scoffed. He turned back to Prompto. "Listen, do you think you could kick around here for a few hours? Once the evening rush is over I'll be free to talk more."
Prompto nodded. He had nowhere to be tonight. "Sure."
The next few hours passed slower than Prompto would have liked. He was enjoying the music and the beers Versus kept sliding his way, but all he really wanted to do was talk to the guy. Which was nigh impossible over the din of the crowd.
Finally, three hours and about eight beers later the band began wrapping up their equipment and a good portion of the bar emptied out. Prompto normally didn't stay up this late, but the excitement had its hooks in him. There was no way he was going to sleep any time soon.
He watched as his twin bid the redhead a goodnight and walked over to him. "Ready to get out of here."
Prompto finished his beer and put the glass down on the bar. "Yup."
The streets were boisterous with people exiting the bars at this late hour. Prompto bumped into a shoulder or two as they walked. He apologized and shook his head. Maybe he'd drank a little too much. An arm wrapped around his and pulled him out of the path of a rather brutish looking pedestrian. "Thanks," he said to Versus.
"I guess you don't share my tolerance for alcohol," he said.
"Well we're probably not as similar as you- whoa!" said Prompto as he nearly tripped over the curb.
"Okay, I was going to go to a quieter bar, but you've had enough for one night. Where do you live?" Prompto told him his address. Versus made a face. "That's a bit far for this late at night. Come on, my place is only a block away. I'll make some coffee. I just got a bangin' new espresso machine."
Prompto felt a bit odd being invited up to, essentially, a stranger's apartment when he'd had this much to drink. But this guy was him after all. What could happen?
"Sure," he said.
They walked in silence for a bit as they wove their way through the crowd. Most people were too inebriated to notice them, but they did catch a few odd glances here and there from the soberer pedestrians. Prompto figured they'd assume they were twins. Which they kinda were.
A thought occurred to Prompto as he looked up to Versus under the dim street lights. He had the faintest of scruff on his chin and laugh lines around his eyes. Two things that Prompto didn't have at all. "How old are you?" Prompto asked suddenly.
Versus didn't look at him, but kept his eyes on traffic as they crossed the street. "Twenty-six. You?"
"Twenty."
"Oh good, you pass the math benchmark."
Prompto scrunched his face. "Math benchmark?"
Versus smirked at him as they walked. "It's a calculation of mine. If I ever bring someone home from the bar, they must be at least my age, divided by two, and plus seven."
"What?"
"Go on, do the math, it works for all ages."
Prompto was too busy doing the math in his head to read the implication of what Versus had just said. "Let's see, so mine would be seventeen and yours would be…"
"Twenty."
Prompto nodded drunkenly, again missing the inflection. "Okay, yeah that does work."
They arrived at the apartment complex and Versus helped Prompto up the stairs. Prompto could have managed by himself, but he wasn't going to object at the attention. He'd been feeling a bit neglected with Noctis being so busy lately.
The apartment door swung open and the lights were turned on. "Nice digs," said Prompto as they entered. It was an old industrial building turned studio lofts, complete with exposed brick and pipes along one wall. The whole place was minimalist, but tasteful. In the corner of the studio was a crisply made bed with a mirror to one side, while the other side of the room was taken over by a small kitchenette. Not much space overall, but what was there was well utilized.
The click-clack and sputtering sound of the espresso machine filled his ears as Versus made them some coffee. Not really sure what to do with himself, Prompto kicked off his boots and took up one of the two stools at the breakfast counter. "Nice machine, do you always make coffee at," he looked at his phone for the time, "Six, is it really two in the morning?" He'd normally be in bed hours ago.
Versus finished making the hot beverage and slid a cup Prompto's way along with a small cup of sugar. "I'm a night owl. In a city with a name like Insomnia I find it hard for anyone to get a decent night sleep, so why fight it?" He sipped his black coffee. "Besides, all the interesting people come out after dark."
"What sort of people?"
"My sort of people," Versus smirked as he began to talk-sing, "Drunks and losers, dwarfs with limps, flo's and ho's and one-eyed-pimps. Down the alleyways they creep. They're all your friends when you can't sleep. Come with me and you will see, a late-night freak show jubilee. Kick the sandman in his sack. Stay up late, Insomniac."
Prompto burst out laughing. "That's the best thing I've ever heard."
Versus shrugged and chugged the last of his coffee. "I can't take the credit for that. It's the theme song for a show that was on TV a little over a decade ago." He put his cup aside. "So, let's get back down to brass tax. Shall we? Ask me anything you want. Anything at all."
The freckled blonde thought. There were so many things he'd thought to ask in the bar, but now that he had the opportunity his mind was drawing a blank. "You go first. I'm thinking."
Versus leaned forward over the bar. "What's it like dating a Prince? Like, how did that even happen?"
Prompto added a bit more sugar to his coffee and stirred it. "We met in grade school. I finally got up the nerve to introduce myself a few years ago. We became fast friends and honestly the rest sort of grew from there. Us being a couple is sort of a secret though. The royal council still expects him to be married off someday and produce heirs."
"Hmm, I can see why you'd keep it a secret. He is such a hottie though. I'm kinda flattered to find out the future King has a type that happens to be me… us I mean."
When Versus said 'us' a lightbulb popped over Prompto's head. Maybe he could ask Versus… no… that was stupid. He'd just met the guy a few hours ago. Still, he cleared his throat and threw a question out while he had one. "So, are you dating anyone?"
The older blonde shook his head. "Not at the moment. I'm not prone to settling down any time soon." He put his mug in the sink. "What are your plans if and when your other half gets married off. You going along for the ride?"
"Probably, yeah. They're training me to be on the Crownsguard. So, if Noct leaves Insomnia, me and a few others would go with him. As far as the marriage thing I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
Versus slipped around to the other side of the bar next to Prompto. "Training for the Crownsguard, eh? What sort of training?"
Prompto shrugged. "Combat mostly. Though I'm better with a gun."
"I'm sure you are," said Versus, his tone a little deeper. Again, Prompto was caught off guard with hearing what his own voice could do under someone else's control. It was odd, but honestly a little hot. "Okay, if we're still answering questions then… what three adjectives best describe you?" Versus inched closer.
Prompto swallowed hard. He wasn't exactly sure why. "Umm… 'photographer', 'dork', and 'energetic', I guess. You?"
Versus bit his lip. "Well I'd say 'narcissistic', 'assertive', and 'curious.'"
Prompto chuckled nervously and took the last sip of his coffee. "Curious about what?"
Familiar but strange fingers traced along the top of his thigh and the side of his head as Versus whispered hotly in his ear, "What an orgasm would look like on my face from this angle," he said before he took Prompto's mouth in his.
The younger blonde moaned in surprise and pleasure as Versus assaulted his mouth with his tongue. He couldn't move as a hand roamed higher on his thigh and fingers pulled almost painfully on his hair. Like gravity was pulling him, Prompto spun on the stool until his back was to the bar and Versus' legs were between his. Desperately he moaned as he was pinned against the marble countertop as Versus broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head before doing the same to Prompto. For a fleeting instant Prompto noted Versus' toned core before their bodies crashed back together again.
His heart pounded as Versus assaulted all of his sensitive areas with his mouth and hands. He knew exactly where to touch as he broke the kiss and ran a tongue roughly along his pulse while his hands unbuckled his pants. Gods, Noctis was never this aggressive… Noctis… Prompto pushed Versus away. "Wait, stop," he was breathing hard and his skin was on fire, but he was suddenly flooded with guilt. "Noct… he… we… I can't. I love him."
Versus leaned in and pressed his forehead to Prompto's. His own blue eyes burned lustfully into him. "This doesn't count as cheating."*
Prompto made a face. He was still out of breath as he asked. "What do you mean?"
Versus hands gripped tightly on Prompto's hips as he leaned forward and rubbed his growing erection through his pants onto Prompto's. "You are me. I am you. If we're the same person it's more like really intense masturbation than cheating."
Prompto couldn't really argue with that logic. Between that, the alcohol in his system, and the friction at his core he couldn't really muster an objection. "Okay," he managed to whisper out before Versus kissed him again.
They continued this alternation between kissing and grinding into each other before Versus grew impatient and wrapped his arms around Prompto, carrying him to the bed before flopping him down unceremoniously. "You want to top or bottom?" Versus asked as he shed his pants and boxers.
Looking down at the look Versus was giving him, he didn't think he would be able to match that intensity at the moment. "You top," he said quietly before his own pants were being pulled down.
Now both naked, Versus crawled on top of him and pressed his body into his image as he locked lips again. "I wonder…" said the older blonde after a bout of hot kisses. He slid his mouth lower and traced his teeth along the tendons of Prompto's neck, eliciting a hitched breath and moan from the younger man. "Score. You have the same spots I do." His mouth slid lower, nipping Prompto's skin along the way. When he made it down to Prompto's painfully hard member he bypassed it before wrapping the gunslinger's legs over his shoulders. He placed hot, wet, open mouthed kisses along the inside of Prompto's thighs as he inched toward his cock before skipping over it again and working on the other leg. "I've always *kiss* wanted someone *kiss* to do this to me." When he got just over Prompto's femoral artery he leaned into the flesh and bit down almost hard enough to leave a mark.
Prompto trembled around Versus. Gods he was so close to coming and he hadn't even touched his dick yet. "Please," he pleaded.
Versus growled, "I love the way that sounds," he said before his mouth finally descended on Prompto's throbbing cock. He worked slow, but methodically. His tongue hitting every little spot that drove Prompto wild without actually taking him over the edge. When the gunslinger's thighs began to tremble Versus pulled away and liberally coated his fingers with saliva before returning to what he was doing. His slick hand slid down and entered Prompto with two fingers right up to the knuckles. Prompto cried out from the pain, but when Versus curved his fingers just so it only took a few more seconds before he was coming. Prompto grabbed the dark comforter in a death grip as he came into Versus mouth.
Taking the opportunity, he glanced down at the sight of Versus from this angle as his dick slid out of his mouth and he swallowed. "Six…" he panted. He could feel his pulse in his own lips. Was that what he looked like from Noct's point of view? Fuck.
Another finger was added inside him when he stopped twitching, stretching him just enough. "Ready?" Versus asked. Prompto just nodded.
Versus produced a condom and small vial. He rolled it on and applied a generous amount of lube before he raised Prompto's legs again and lined up. Versus entered him slowly, watching his face the entire time. Prompto tried to return the gaze, but he had to squeeze his eyes shut as he forced his body to adjust. Normally he was prepared longer before this part.
When he opened his eyes again Versus began to move, positioning himself so he repeatedly hit Prompto at the exact right spot like a bull's eye.
This was too much.
Prompto reached up and grabbed Versus, pulling him down so he could place his own hot kisses along the layline of nerves on his clone's neck. This time it was Versus turn to shutter as Prompto bit his ear lobe. "Fuck. Keep doing that and I'm gonna come."
"Good," Prompto growled back and did it again.
Their battle of wills continued like this for maybe another minute before Versus' thrusts began to grow erratic. Knowing his own weakness Prompto pulled him close and raked his nails along his back as he came hard. He knew that's what did it for him when he topped Noct and it was no different for Versus as the older blonde came in a few hard thrusts and a shuttering breath.
When their breathing began to return to normal Prompto let go of him and Versus rolled to one side. He pulled off the condom and tied it off before tossing it in a waste bin near the bed.
Versus looked over to Prompto from his side, almost annoyed. "You used my own weapon against me. Bastard."
"It's our weapon, asshole," spat back Prompto. Being around a more aggressive version of himself was rubbing off.
Versus scoffed, but didn't object. "Well, that Prince of yours is a lucky guy to have you whenever he wants. I wouldn't mind being in your place. Or his for that matter."
A small smile tugged at Prompto's lips. "About that…"
Versus turned toward him, that devious smile curving on his lips. "I'm listening."
*I'm aware that this technically would count as cheating, but to my knowledge we haven't been successful at cloning anyone yet so we can cross this ethical question if and when we ever hit it as a society. Anyway, on with the clone porn!
