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Enea wasn’t one to hesitate when it came to helping a friend, something that often landed him in interesting situations. So when his boyfriend had called him up, late in the evening, to ask for assistance on a new project, he didn’t wait to head on over to his favourite trickster’s home.
It didn’t take long for Elliott to answer the door, an eager smile on his face. “Babe! Come on in and I’ll show you what I’ve been working on.” The excitement was evident in his voice. Whatever his project was, he was clearly very passionate about it. “What exactly did you need my help with bello?” Enea asked, following Elliott inside and into his bedroom. “I’ll show you.”
Scattered around were pages of notes and diagrams and small pieces of experimental decoy technology. It was an organised mess that made sense to Elliott and no one else. He picked up a small device from his desk. “You remember how our last game went?”
How could Enea forget? It was a rough game from the start, only getting worse with each ring closing. They had dropped with seven other squads, struggling for ammo right away. Elliott had been unfortunate enough to encounter Alter, deploying a decoy in the hopes to distract her, but to no avail. She took him down more easily than he’d like to admit, making a snide comment about his ‘decoy technology being outdated’. While Enea and Loba had managed to escape and eventually secure them third place, it was clear in the dropship afterwards that Elliott had taken Alter’s words personally.
“Haven’t been sleeping well since then so I made some big changes to my decoys.” He spoke, deploying an identical copy of himself. “Touch him.” Enea was confused.
“You asked me to come over so I could wave my hand through a hologram?” Despite his confusion, he still reached out to wave a hand through the decoy. As his hand reached the decoys chest, it stopped, pressed firm against something more physical than just a hologram. Enea turned to Elliott, noticing the smug grin on his face. “Elliot, how did you-“ Elliott cut him off.
“How did I make my decoys even better? Good question pretty bird,” he threw his arm over Enea’s shoulder, pulling him closer. “I won’t bore you with all the tech talk, but, I made these extremely handsome copies of me more physical. Now they can interact with things more naturally. Watch this.” He sent out two more decoys, ordering them to do a few simple tasks. The decoys interacted with the world exactly as Elliott would, able to do anything a real person could.
“This is amazing bello, though I must admit I’m not too sure why you need me here.” Enea looked between Elliott and his decoys, his expression a mixture of admiration and confusion. “I need you here to test them out. I just need you to interact with them, spar with them, whatever you wanna do.” Elliott nudged him towards the first decoy. “I will watch how they react to you to see if I need to make any more adjustments before our next match.” It was a simple enough request.
Enea walked between the three decoys, feeling Elliott’s gaze from the chair in the corner of the room. He reached out to shake the first decoys hand, feeling it grip him back exactly how Elliott would. The second one he decided to test with a sharp slap to the face, noticing the way it grabbed its face and pulled back exactly how a person would. “Elliott, these are incredible. They’re so realistic!” Enea spoke, reaching for the third decoy. Before he could touch it, the decoy grabbed his wrist. He gasped, looking back at Elliot.
“I programmed them to act exactly how I would. Can’t do anything I wouldn’t. Pretty im-impre- pretty cool right?” He truly was proud of his creation, the smug grin on his face a reflection of that.
Enea reached down to pulled the decoys hand away, thinking of what to do with it next. He was stopped by a hand weaving its way into his hair, pulling him back. A sharp yelp left his mouth as his head was tilted back. Looking into the decoy’s eyes, Enea realised exactly why his boyfriend had called him over so late in the evening.
The hand gripping his hair let go, reaching for the bottom of Enea’s shirt to pull it over his head. The decoy that had been holding his wrist reached for his waistband, slipping a hand into his boxers. A soft moan slipped from his lips as he felt the hand grasp his cock. The third decoy stepped forward grabbing Enea’s chin to pull him in for a kiss. Its lips felt like Elliott’s , tasted exactly how he remembered, how he loved. Part of it felt wrong, knowing that his boyfriend was sat behind him, watching all of it going down. That feeling excited him though, the thought of being so vulnerable and on display went straight to his cock.
The decoy pulled away first, letting Enea breathe. He turned to look back at his boyfriend, face flushed. “Keep going pretty bird. Gotta make sure these decoys work properly right? Gotta test them out for me.” Elliott’s voice was low, seductive. Enea’s eyes wondered down to Elliott’s lap. His hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly. Enea’s dick throbbed with excitement at the thought of Elliott getting off to his own decoys using him.
Enea was pulled from his thoughts by the decoys pulling away, missing their touch. He gasped as he pushed towards the bed, landing on flat on his stomach. He felt one of the decoys pull his shorts down, throwing them aside. The decoy positioned him exactly how Elliott would, propped up on his elbows with his ass up, ready. His tip was leaking precum, cock hard and waiting.
The other two decoys moved to be in front of him around the other side of the bed. They made quick work of removing their clothes, standing on full display. Enea looked up at them, eyes lingering on their cocks, face flushed. “Fuck, bello this is so-“ he was cut off by a sharp tug on his hair, pulling his head forward. As the decoys tip pressed against his lips, he opened his mouth, ready to please. He felt the decoy push in deep, hitting back of his throat. It was suffocating in the best way. He felt the familiar sensation of cold lube dripping onto his hole from behind as the other decoy pushed in. His moan was muffled by the fullness of his mouth as the decoy pushed all the way in. The thick cock in his ass stretched his hole, painful in a way that made him want more.
Elliott’s view from the corner was picturesque, decoys on either side of his lover, desperate to use him. His grip on his cock got tighter, stroking faster. “Taking them so good pretty boy. So so good.” Enea moaned around the decoy’s cock, feeling it twitch in his mouth and the grip on his hair tighten. The decoy behind him thrust in slow but deep, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. His head felt fuzzy, thoughts distant as the third decoy grabbed his arm. He struggled to balance himself as his hand was guided to the third decoys cock. The decoy looked down at him expectantly as Enea began to stroke him. His movements were sloppy, struggling with his balance and the fullness in his mouth and ass. Enea’s core burned as he tried to not to collapse onto the bed.
Elliott was close. He usually wasn’t one to come quick but with a sight as perfect as that, it was hard to stop himself. “Fuck, Enea. I’m gonna-“ his words cut short with a moan as his cock shot cum over his hand. He didn’t pull away though, instead stroking faster. “Gonna keep going pretty boy. Gonna watch them ruin you all night.” That was all Enea needed to be pushed over the edge, cum hitting the bed as his legs shook. The muffled moans made Elliott’s cock throb.
The hand tangled in his hair and the grip on his ass were the only things keeping him up. His legs and arm were of no use and the ache in his core made him feel weak. His hand around the decoy’s cock was struggling to keep pace, the decoy relying more on fucking into his hand than the minimal movement Enea provided. He looked pathetic, it was beautiful. “Doing so good, little bird. Taking my decoys so fucking well.” Elliott spoke from the corner.
The decoy in his mouth was close. He could feel the cock twitch on his tongue as the thrusts became sloppy and desperate. He felt the decoy pull back as it came, shooting hot ropes of cum across his face. He moaned, tears forming as his face grew warm. The decoy tilted his head up, admiring the view the exact way Elliott would. He let out a choked sob as he felt the decoy behind him thrust harder. He was close again, the familiar feeling building in his stomach. A particularly pathetic moan left him as he came for the second time. As he clenched around the decoy, he felt it come, deep inside.
The decoy pulled out slow, Elliott watching the cum drip from Enea’s hole from his corner chair. “Doing so good Enea. Just gotta help the last one come now. Doing such a good job.” Elliott’s words were strained, between moans and gasps, as he grew close for the second time. “Can’t, can’t take anymore!” Enea’s words mixed with sobs, overstimulated and weak. With the decoys letting go of his hair and his hips, he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He collapsed onto the bed, hand still gripping the final decoy’s cock. He felt the cum on his face smear against the bed covers. His own cum that had pooled below him coated his stomach, sticky and wet.
The final decoy fucked into his hand, close and desperate. It angled his cock as it came, shooting the hot sticky load onto Enea’s back. He let out a pathetic whine as he felt it hit him. The sight sent Elliott over the edge, coming into his hand again. “Fuck!” He moaned. The final decoy pulled away, finally satisfied.
The room was quiet, except for the gasps and whines Enea muffled into the bed. Elliott walked over to him, lifting his head up. He gazed into Enea’s eyes, admiring his fucked out expression. “You did so good pretty boy. How are you feeling?” Enea’s whined, unable to form words.
“Do you like my new decoys, yeah?” Enea’s response was a fast nod. It made Elliott smile.
“I guess I’ll have to get you to test them out again then.” Elliott picked Enea up, carrying him to the bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up pretty boy.”