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It doesn’t go without saying that all the survivors were pent up. No one was getting any action and they’d been stuck there for months, and potentially for the rest of eternity. While rumours of certain affairs between some survivors were being passed around, there was no evidence to confirm the claims and as for 007n7, it was safe to say he had absolutely nothing going on. Mainly a result of him being exiled by the rest of the group due to his past.
So when 007n7 returned from one adrenaline-heavy round with a red flushed face and a hard-on that poked through his trousers, unsurprisingly, he needed to find a way to satisfy himself that wasn’t just more lonely masturbation. The coder needed something to scratch the itch inside him that he couldn’t ever reach by himself. The feeling that has been nipping and nagging at him for as long as he’s been trapped in this hell. 007n7 brainstormed a few things, aching for a sense of mindless relief when he thought of an unconventional idea, maybe something he’d regret another time when his judgement wasn’t skewed by lust.
He casted c00lgui, fingers tapping away and spawned in one of his clones, watching it snap to life and stare at him awkwardly. It copied each of his mannerisms, from his hunched posture to his nervous, wimpish smile. It wore everything he wore, even each strand of hair was identical to his own. Seeing himself in a third person perspective really revealed how pathetic he looked. God, what’s wrong with me?
“U-Um hi…?” It spoke, quietly glancing around the tiny cabin and scratching the back of its neck.
007n7 didn’t waste any time - after all it was his clone, it’d get the message soon enough - and crashed his lips against the other. Pushing his tongue eagerly into the mouth of the duplicate, hearing the shocked moan of the other. It was incredibly surreal kissing and hearing himself, but not necessarily bad. Relaxing into the warm, wet feeling which he’d been starved of for far too long.
When the decoy finally caught onto what was happening, it began kissing back, pawing at 007’s sweater vest and tilting its head to deepen the kiss. It slid its tongue over every aspect of his mouth, gracing over the teeth and soft spots of the wet cavern. Unbeknownst to 007n7, the decoy began to snake its hand from his back, down to softly palm at his erection which then drew out desperate mewls from the man. It’d been so long since he had someone else touch him even if it was just a more complicated way of feeling his own hand on himself.
007n7 pulled away catching his breath as he leaned his forehead onto the shoulder of the clone, each inhale interrupted by gentle moans that poured from his lips with every rub of its hands against him. However, he was too impatient to continue more meaningless foreplay, not when he was already this hard and desperate, so 007 snagged the wrist of his clone pulling it down onto the bed before shamelessly stripping himself of his clothes. He’d never had such confidence during sex, not since his bratty youth, but maybe since he was looking down on himself - witnessing how submissive and pitiable the man beneath him truly was gave him a boost to his ego. Must be how everyone else around him feels.
He knew he was working off a short timer here, the clone could only continue to function for so long and he was aching to find relief. He straddled the lap of his clone, its keen eyes never leaving him, as he began stroking himself. Dragging his hand up and down his weeping cock, thumbing the tip to smear the wet precum down his shaft to alleviate the discomfort of the dryness - after all, lube wasn’t really abundant in the forsaken realm. With each motion of his hand came a jolt of pleasure that clouded his mind and erupted more lustful whines from his lungs. The decoy knew what he wanted and traced its fingertips across 007’s thighs, passing stretch marks and scars, stopping to squeeze at the fat to elicit small shivers from the man until it reached his hole, gently pressing a single digit into the tight space. The clone patiently pushed past the ring of muscle and began to massage the warm walls of 007n7, each scrape of its fingers against the silky insides of the ex-hacker sucked out more pleasured noises from the back of his throat. The cabin filled with the slutty moans of the man and the heated smell of sex.
“F-fuck… more, please.” 007n7 pleaded, and without hesitation it delivered, rubbing a second finger against him before plunging inside once more, “Ah- g-good…”
007n7 began to rush, greedily thrusting his hips back into the pleasurable sensation beneath him, chasing the mind numbing feeling. As much as he would’ve loved to continue relishing in the simple ministrations provided by the obedient clone lying below him, he was aware of the clock that was ticking down. He opened up c00lgui again - just to see how long he had left - not long enough to savour anything but long enough to fuck himself and cum.
Closing the window, he practically ripped the zipper off the jeans of his clone, pulling out its hard dick that was soaked in precum. With no time to spare, he shifted himself to align his hole with the thick appendage beneath him before finally sinking himself down - an action that ignited small moans from the copy. Instantly, he was flooded with relief, cherishing the way it stretched him and scratched every bump and curve of his inner walls though the pleasure didn’t come without pain.
The decoy caught onto this as he watched 007n7’s mixed expression, fading between a pained grimace and intense pleasure, “A-Are you okay? You can take longer if you need to…” it asked, resting its hand on his face.
“S-Shut up, agh-” 007 retorted, he realised how pathetic his clone was acting which - for a fleeting moment - made him question if that’s how the survivors saw him, before continuing to plunge himself down onto its cock until he finally landed at the hilt. The feeling once again fogged his mind.
His ass now flush against the pelvis of the other, he looked down at the copy of himself, its face flushed and softly panting with one of its hands resting over his eyes. Was it weird that he thought it looked cute, after all it was just a replica of himself, but it felt different enough to think of it as someone else: as its own person.
007 slowly lifted his hips, biting his lip as he watched the decoy’s breath hitch and shoulders tense whenever his walls dragged up the shaft of the other. Then he suddenly dropped his weight back down, feeling its cock spear him open once again, the pleasure rode up his back escaping his body as whore-ishly loud moans. Similarly, the clone also let out a whimper upon the rapid warm sensation that engulfed its dick. 007n7 continued to move up and down, relishing in finally having a sensation that wasn’t his own fingers, something more than his hand to finally scratch the itch inside him that had ached for god knows how long. Each time, he felt its cock push up against that one spot inside him, it knocked the breath from his lungs and he felt himself melt into the sensation, continuing the motions as he eagerly chased his own release that was edging dangerously close. Similarly, so was the decoy, as its hips twitched up into the heat and its exhales became increasingly shakier. The feeling in 007n7’s stomach only continued to tighten with each time he dropped his weight back down onto his clone.
Eventually, the coil in his gut became tortuously tight until he finally let go, shamelessly moaning as he came, silky webs of cum shooting from his tip onto the stomach of the duplicate. Likewise, it also finished, overwhelmed from the way 007n7 tightened around it along with the arousing view in front of it.
Time slowed, the room falling silent save for the rapid breaths of both the men.
007n7 dragged himself off the softening dick of the clone, collapsing next to it on the bed before opening c00lGUI again reading 30 seconds left. He closed his eyes, listening to their synced breaths until all that was left was his own. 007 looked to his side, seeing his clone, himself, peacefully asleep before the body began to slowly turn transparent and disappear. Returning to what it was before: scraps of code.