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In many ways, the SSVRS was an untapped well of possibilities.
It only was natural. It was the first VR system of his kind, so it followed that all the opportunities it offered hadn’t been explored yet.
Somehow unexpectedly, Valkyrie had become one of its most fervent testers… though they rarely provided the creators of that system with much feedback. Shu, specifically, adamantly refused to even acknowledge how Mika and him were using their system.
Well, ever since Natsume had gifted them their own private server and hardware, fully unconnected from the SSVRS’s servers, they barely needed Switch’s help outside of the occasional debugging.
That was for the best.
That was for the best, considering that Shu would outright die if the younger Eccentric came to know what he was up to when in private with Mika.
From two artists as esteemed as the Valkyrie pair, it could have been expected that they would use the SSVRS system to prepare performances. Thanks to it, they could create life-size models of their stages and of their outfits without even spending a cent. It could be a wonderful opportunity to save money—something precious for a unit whose bank account, just like their stage outfits, was more often than not red.
Well, in reality, they barely if ever used it for that. The only time they used in such a way was when it was wholly impossible for Shu to be in Japan to practice with Mika, and so, they met in the virtual space to perfect their choreography. The times it had occured could be counted on one hand, though.
In person was better, and the SSVRS system shouldn't replace their skills according to Shu. It even was why he had been furious when he had learnt that Mika had practiced his draping and patterning skills in the VR world, rather than in the real one.
Shu saw it as detrimental to Mika’s learning. Learning from mistakes was primordial to him, no matter if they cost money. Better yet, losing money was an incentive to learn quicker, so making attempts in the real world was more fruitful in his view.
And in short, to him, art was meant to evolve in the real world. Not in one of digits and pixels.
What could be achieved in the real world should be pursued there, and there only.
However, there were some ideas and dreams, which, no matter how they thought about it, they couldn't ever achieve in the real world. Not without deviating of their original vision, not without souring it with adjustments which would only foster resentment.
That was what Shu was reflecting upon as he was stroking his cock languidly, eyes trained on Mika and the impossible scene that was playing before his eyes.
He let out a contented sigh and let his eyes wander over Mika’s side profile, his face, blissed out by pleasure and reddened by the physical effort required by carnal pleasures, his ribs, delicate, his waist and hips, which always welcomed his hands so warmly… his thighs, rubbing together, and finally, his weeping cock, leaking precum all over the red velvet blanket he was so fervently kneeling on.
His eyes half-lidded, Mika glanced at the side, his wonderful odd eyes looking for Shu. As they met, Shu felt a violent throb shake his cock and he couldn't help but squeeze its head, despite how careful he was to edge himself. He wanted this to last, to be able to witness Mika's full vision. He wanted to see his partner’s fantasy unfold in full.
But how could he not yield to the temptation of pursuing more pleasure, when despite having his lips wrapped around a cock and his mouth fucked repeatedly by a second Shu, Mika still was looking for him, and him only?
The second Shu, making the most of his hand tangled in Mika’s hair, pulled Mika down his cock in a harsh tug which made Mika choke. “How rude to look at another man when I’m with you, Mika.”
After a few thrusts which without a doubt, hit as far as they could in Mika’s throat considering the noises he was making, the virtual Shu pulled him off his cock. Ropes of a slimy substance left Mika’s mouth, connecting it with Shu’s cock.
“Apologize.” The coldness in the voice of his alter ego made Shu’s cock ache. Instinctively, his eyes turned to Mika’s firm ass. His partner was too beautiful, and the situation too exciting.
Shu wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Mika, and chase their completion.
However, they had set one firm rule for this.
Shu was to remain on his chair, and watch. He could touch himself. He could summon toys to help himself, if he wished.
However, he couldn’t join, nor speak a word. He couldn't disturb the scene Mika’s mind was creating.
Even if he was consumed with the desire to fuck his partner long and hard.
It was forbidden. Which meant that he only wished for it more.
God, he could barely speed up his strokes, despite how badly he wanted to.
After all, if he couldn't handle Mika apologizing, teary-eyed, to his virtual self, how would he even handle what was to come?
This was nothing. Only an appetizer.
Ah, but if at least, it wasn’t his hand but Mika’s which was taking care of him–
Shu chased that thought away. He had to focus on what was happening. On what Mika wanted him to see.
Even if for now, Mika only had eyes for his alter ego.
His cock throbbing painfully, Mika took long licks around the second Shu’s cock. His insides were burning ever since Shu had made him apologize… for looking at him.
It wasn’t nearly enough, though.
Only his mouth was contented, currently. Only it was being taken care of.
It left his cock weeping and his hole crying for some stimulation. He wanted more. He needed more.
Mika loved sucking cock, he loved feeling Shu’s fuck his mouth and throat, he loved chocking on the taste of his partner and feeling how big he was, but it wasn’t enough.
Hands spread his buttcheeks, making him melt in anticipation. The hand in his hair hadn't left it, and a single glance at his partner, watching eagerly from his chair, informed him that no, Shu hadn’t broken their agreement.
It simply was that the scene was progressing.
A firm slap hit his butt, making him moan around Shu’s cock.
“Do not look away,” said the new Shu behind him. “You should only focus on us, doll.”
Mika was pulled off the cock he was sucking. The signal was clear. “‘M sorry! I’ll behave, I swear!”
“Should I blindfold you?” the Shu behind him asked before delivering a new blow on his ass.
Writhing, Mika let out a wrecked moan. The blows were so much stronger than the ones Shu usually allowed him. He could feel their searing impacts radiate across the area of impact. He almost was tempted to misbehave more, just so he could get another one.
“No! I swear, I won't do it again! I’ll only think ‘bout ya!”
“Good,” Shu said. Lightly, he grinded his erect part on Mika’s hole, promising him wonders, and yet, that delightful pressure disappeared right away.
Frustrated, Mika tried to look back, to understand, but instead, a cock was pushed into his mouth to keep him in place and gag him. No stimulation was given to his begging hole, despite how much he had waited for it. No, all that those hands seemed good for was groping his ass, squeezing and pinching it, but nothing else.
Until he felt teeth dig in, shooting sparks of pleasure throughout his spine. Surprised, he almost bit on the cock keeping his jaws apart. And then, he felt something weird. Something wet, pointed, warm, poking at his rim. It wasn’t like the tip of a lubbed cock. It seemed tinier, more mobile–
At the first lick, Mika moaned and arched his back. God, the VR system was incredible. He didn't know if that would feel the same in real life, considering that Shu had always refused to entertain that idea despite how much Mika dreamed about it, but it felt so good. Shu was eating him out, ferociously.
Sobs escaped him, and tears fell. It was incredible. Mika couldn't help but roll his hips, asking, begging for more. It’d never be enough. It wasn’t ever going to be enough–
Fear suddenly washed over him, freezing him in place and almost making him forget about the tongue playing with his hole and the cock he was hollowing his cheeks in rhythm for.
They had set one rule, and it was that none of Shu's clones would do something the real Shu was uncomfortable with, to avoid feeding into insecurities. Likewise, Shu was utterly prohibited from summoning his own Mika to play with. Mika wouldn’t be able to bear with that.
So he had to apologize, and put a stop to this–
Eyes looking for his real lover, the one whose heart mattered, Mika’s worries disappeared instantly. Shu was doing a ‘okay’ sign with his hand. He wasn’t asking him to stop. Rather, his eyes and his constant jerking off seemed to be saying only one thing.
‘Carry on’.
To insist, Mika kept looking at him. He did his best to have an interrogative look, but it was hard when he couldn't even tilt his head on the side, or smile. The tongue mercilessly assaulting him wasn’t making it any easier for him either.
Especially not when said tongue breached his hole and began to twist and lick inside eagerly, as if Mika’s ass was the best meal to have ever graced the earth.
The cock in Mika’s mouth muffled his incoming scream, and as its thrusts grew quicker and more erratic, Mika couldn't help but desire the load of cum that he would soon be offered. Yet, what sent him over the edge wasn’t any of the attention he was receiving. No, it was that the real Shu repeated his signal that everything was alright with him.
Right. The AI program of the SSVRS system was currently connected to their two brains. If something unexpected happened, if something deviated from Mika’s initial programming, it most likely was that they both desired for it to happen. It wasn’t set otherwise.
With that in mind, Mika could fully relax. He felt the cock in his mouth throb and be shaken by spasms, and soon, Shu harshly tugged on his hair, bringing his nose to his hairy pubis and showing his cock as deep as he could into Mika’s throat. That familiar feeling, of being able to see and smell nothing but Shu, ravished Mika. Feeling a nice load of warm cum being shot straight to his stomach tipped him over the edge and for the first time today, Mika’s spent dirtied the velvet blanket spread beneath him.
He got no time to rest, though. Just as the first peak of his orgasm was subsiding, Mika noticed that the tongue playing with his hole had left it. The cock in his mouth had also left it as that Shu had simply… vanished.
Another one replaced him, and stroked Mika’s cheek tenderly with a smile, and then, without a word, pulled him on his cock again. Hungrily, Mika took it in, as if he hadn’t just been fed with one.
Well, Mika was a freak. He didn't just want Shu’s cum in his stomach, where he could barely feel it. He wanted it all over his face. All over his body. He had good hopes of that Shu being the one to give him a facial. Could he get several ones, today? After all, they weren’t bound by the limits of human biology today.
If a diet of Shu's cum and candies could sustain him, Mika would gladly adopt it.
Mika was savouring the cock in his mouth, fantasying about all the cum he could receive today, when something he had entirely forgotten about happened. Hands reached for his hips, grabbed them hard enough to bruise, and suddenly pulled him back, impaling his barely prepared hole on Shu’s cock. Mika’s eyes shot open and he almost fell flat on the mattress, unable to hold himself up as a relentless pounding of his insides began.
Shu was wrecking him, with none of the concern he showed him outside of the VR system. No, he really was using all his strength in each thrust, and he kept hitting Mika's prostate just right, and he even was slapping him again and again. Just for the thrill of it.
And Mika couldn't even scream his pleasure. All he could do was take. When the two Shus taking care of him began to insult him, calling him a cock-hungry whore, a slutty doll, a puppet that was theirs to fuck all day and night long, a lowly cumdumspter, all he could do was clutch at the sheets beneath and hold up his trembling limbs as best as he could.
How quick Mika was to cum a second time, then, was of no surprise. To his regret, the violence of his climax was such that he barely felt the cum shooting across his back and face when the two Shus pulled out. All he could do was collapse in his own mess and stay there, heaving desperately, his eyes unfocused.
God, thanks to that wonder of technology, he really had been able to live his biggest fantasy ever. Having both of his holes filled by Shu at the same time, in such a rough way.
Just how wonderful was it?
Hands grabbed him, and made him roll onto his back. Dazed, Mika let himself be manipulated without a protest.
He had just come, and yet, he could still feel his hole twitching for more.
One thought came across his head, mixed with tentative regret and thrill.
Had it been a mistake to obliterate his refractory period for this?
He didn't feel as if he had had nearly enough. Yet, this was already his second orgasm, and he had already received three loads of cum. What would it take to satiate him?
Well. Despite how selfless he could be, Mika was at heart, desperately greedy.
If he could get more, he would get more.
Yet, Mika was a bit confused. It wasn’t the soft bouncy mattress that he was feeling flush against his back. No, what he was feeling was harder, warmer… it was fleshy. And soon, arms covered his chest while teeth sunk into his nape.
Brought back to earth violently, Mika’s eyes scanned his surroundings and found nothing but Shus. Shus with their purple eyes drilled into him, and making his cock stand fully erect.
God, he really wasn’t about to tap out at all. On the opposite, he welcomed the cock of the Shu holding him down in his ass with a pleasured moan, and a new, clean cock in his mouth with a smile.
Soon, hands he didn't even bother to count were all over him. Stroking his ribs, his thighs, kissing every part of his body available and asking for their dicks to be jacked off.
When he felt lips close around his own cock, Mika was a goner.
Starting from there, he lost track of everything.
Everything was Shu. Each of his senses was overwhelmed with nothing but Shu, his scent, his voice, his wonderful body, his taste, his touch. Nothing else than Shu existed. Even Mika himself barely existed. He didn’t even know where his limbs were, and what they were doing. He just was something to be used, and which could only moan, scream and cry his pleasure, and cum again and again.
Of his orgasms too, Mika lost count. His abdomen, covered in a mix of his own cum and of Shu’s, didn't account well for that. It only was a witness, evidence of what was transpiring, but not of how many times.
Yet, he still wanted more. Somehow, it still wasn’t enough.
That was perhaps why, when he felt something push against his rim, despite already having a cock being shoved repeatedly inside of him and pounding his prostate, his eyes shot open in curiosity.
One Shu had climbed over him and was attempting to push his cock into his already filled hole.
Mika’s insides melted into a chaotic mixture as hot as lava. The unfamiliar stretch, more intense than any before that, had him panting and screaming around the cock resting against his tongue. His tears doubled down, until he couldn't see anything more than pink and beige blurs surrounding him.
The cock thrusting in his mouth left it, just so he could get the air he needed for that additional effort.
Before that second cock was fully sheathed in him, Mika came again, shouting on the top of his lungs. Desperately, he tried to find some purchase on the back of the new Shu, but no strength was left in his arms. He couldn't lift them. All he could do was let them be kissed by the Shus waiting for their turn with him. Similarly, he had no control over his legs. That they hurt from being folded to his chest to give the Shus thrusting into his ass a better access didn't matter. That they were being slapped repeatedly didn’t matter either. They were as heavy as lead.
All his limbs were listless. Just like a rag doll or a puppet whose strings had snapped. Just like a fuck toy. He only was something for Shu to enjoy, however he wanted.
Mika’s eyes fell on the side, looking for his partner. What kind of face was he doing? Was he pleased by that scene?
Mika wanted to know.
Had his jaw not been extremely lax already to accommodate the umpteenth cock thrusting through it, it might have dropped.
Shu didn't look merely pleased. His entire body was red and glistening with sweat. His purple eyes, blown up, were drilled into Mika and the cocks thrusting him and out of him, or being jacked off over him. And then, there was how his body kept arching and thrusting up, into the black fleshlight that he was holding so tight around his cock, as if it was a lifeline. Shu just kept fucking into it, and tiny gasps and moans kept leaking through his pressed lips.
Their eyes met, and with a plea of Mika’s name, Shu spilled all over himself, in a mess so gratifying that it broke Mika. His vision went white, and everything faded, despite how badly he wanted to see the tiniest twitch of Shu’s body.
Instead, all he could do was stay in place, whine the loss of the cocks in his ass and accept the copious amount of cum that was being showered upon him, from all the Shus which had been playing with his body. Spurts of semen soiled his hair, his face, his chest, his abdomen, and Mika waited for them with the mouth open and his tongue lolled out so that he could receive as much of that precious liquid as possible.
As he swallowed what he had gathered, all the Shus around him vanished. They vanished, leaving Mika alone, but the evidence of their presence remained in the cum pooling and glistening over Mika’s body. Globs of cum rolled down his ribs as he was heaving. He couldn’t help but lick his lips to savour the streaks reaching his mouth.
Nobody else than the real Shu and Mika remained, and each was splayed in exhaustion.
Their eyes met, and despite how tired they were, they smiled at each other.
Slowly, Shu lifted himself out of his chair and toddled carefully to the bed. One might have thought from how faltering his gait was that he was the one whose hole had been relentlessly pounded by several cocks in a row, and sometimes at the same time.
Well, Shu hadn’t ever been one for endurance.
Mika rolled on the side, towards the center of the bed and stretched out his arms towards him.
“Certainly not,” Shu said as he laid down beside him. “I have no interest in being coated in disgusting fluids.”
Mika chuckled, unsure of whether he should point out that technically, that cum was at the very least partly his. Still, soon, he was too tired to keep his neediness at bay.
He needed Shu's arms, and now. He wanted nothing more than to feel Shu’s pure love. And so, Mika’s smile upturned. “Please? I wanna hold ya…”
“I would prefer holding you in the real world,” Shu said, his fingers ghosting over a section of Mika’s shoulder, unmarred and unsoiled.
Mika hummed, pushed through to sit up and looked around. The ornate red and golden door they had set as their exit for that stage had never seemed so far away. “Ah, that’s no good…”
“What is?”
“The door. It’s so far. I don't think I can walk t’it.”
Shu closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, looking at Mika again, “Do you?”
“Yeah.”
“Fine,” he said, sighing. He stared at Mika for a while, silent. “I can carry you. Would you mind using the clean command before that though?”
“Ngah…” Mika said, disappointed. He did feel a bit disgusting like that, it was true, but that feeling was part of his enjoyment.
He knew that for Shu, things were different though. As soon as he hit his climax, his usual inhibitions and distastes set in fast.
Quickly, Mika opened his command menu and quickly scanned through it, until he found the command Shu had asked for. In one second, he was fully clean and his skin pristine, as if nothing had ever happened.
Right away, he stretched his arms towards Shu, who wrapped an arm around him, marked a hesitant pause and pulled Mika tight in his lap, instead of lifting him up.
“Mika,” he whispered. “My Mika,” he said, with an edge to his voice which sent a throb to Mika’s tired cock.
If he played his cards right, perhaps he could pull Shu in for a second round? With just the two of them this time? Shu seemed half-way there, and when emotion was shaking his voice in such a possessive way, it was all too easy for Mika to guide him wherever he wanted.
“Darlin’?” Mika whispered back innocently, as if Shu’s wandering hands, stroking his back and waist weren’t making him melt.
“Your vision was flawless. You put on an incredible performance.”
“Ngah, I don't think I was puttin’ on anythin’ though. Once it started, I was just in it.”
“Still, I–” Shu interrupted himself and squeezed Mika hard without a word.
“Still?”
Shu hummed disapprovingly. A usually tell-tale sign that he wouldn't say more.
Mika pressed himself against Shu and stroked his chest with his fingertips. “Was it an enjoyable performance?”
“Certainly,” Shu replied in a breath, his eyes trained on Mika’s fingers.
Mika, he, looked down. He grinned and wrapped his hand around Shu’s half-hard boner. Gently, just like how he knew to do it to entice his partner in, he rubbed the head with his thumb and spread the few drops of cum that were left there.
“Ngah, I love ya s’much,” Mika said, mouthing at Shu's intact neck. He took a deep breath to take in as much of Shu’s musky scent as he could.
The unmistakable stench of sex he was carrying went straight to his cock. Mika had believed he was satisfied after being spoiled so hard. After being fucked so thoroughly, until he was breathless and almost brainless. After seeing Shu come so hard for him, for the fantasies Mika was displaying for him so bluntly and graphically.
Perhaps not, he thought as he was pushing Shu onto his back and rolling his hips on his cock. Both men moaned and forgot entirely about their plan to go through the door.
No, for now, the same glint of desire was gleaming in their eyes. One of them wanted to thank the other for letting him indulge in his desires that much. The other wanted to thank him for such a wonderful show.
Perhaps it was lucky then that how they planned to thank the other was such a well-matched choice.