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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DRAMAtical_Murder_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Alpha_One/Alpha_Two_(DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Character:
      Alpha_One_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Alpha_Two_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Trip_
      (DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism
  Series:
      Part 2 of Trip_Week_2K15
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-04 Words: 1238
****** Alike Enough ******
by Boysn
Summary
     Trip hasn't seen Virus in a while and needs a substitute.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
A blinding white was the color of purity and Trip liked to be blind. People
strolled through their lives muddled with impurities. The lies they told, the
uncontrollable emotions, the forgotten responsibilities. Trip hated them all.
Virus was the only one who was naturally pure...Naturally.
Trip peeked through the slightly ajar door into the lab. The αs had been
upgraded recently and they were pure, though artificially so. Virus had been
whisked into duty a few weeks prior and Trip needed a substitute.
“What's this?! What's this?!” A naked α2 asked jumping onto what appeared to be
a birthing table. He placed his feet in the stirrups and laughed at his odd
position. Stretching his body out he reached for a lever and pulled, knocking
the head of table back flat with a harsh thud.
α1 laughed as he walked up to his brother and ran a hand down his leg. “I don't
know but it looks like something we could really fuck on,” he said placing his
body between α2's spread legs.
Trip bit his lower lip on continued to spy. It was his first time seeing
anything sexual outside of his own masturbation. Toue didn't particularly care
whether his lab rats were screwing each other, but no one wanted to touch Trip.
He was volatile and everyone knew he was dangerous. Which was fine with him. He
didn't want to touch their dirty bodies anyway.
“Yeah! You can fuck me!” α2 exclaimed moving his bottom to the edge of the
table, his pretty pink whole in perfect view.
Trip palmed his erection through his tightening shorts. He watched as the αs
giggled and kissed. α1 gave his dick a few tugs and placed it at α2's
glistening entrance. Trip thought it odd that the αs needed no preparation. If
they were made to blend into society having self lubricating asses seemed like
a dead give away that they weren't human.
Trip pushed the door opened a little to get a better view. α1 grabbed the
other's hips and with no hesitation or preparation he pushed himself in. Trip's
eyes widened at the thought of his body being invaded so quickly and viciously.
“Brother is so big!” α2 sighed with a grin as he his hole gave way to the
invasion.
“We're the same size, dummy,” α1 replied continuing to push his lengthy cock
into α2. They both laughed childishly before pulling together for a deep kiss.
Trip released his own cock and pulled the foreskin back. Liquid seeped out
around the crown. He swiped a thumb over it and repeated the motion several
times, building his pleasure.
α1 settled into his brother then reached out and pulled the lever. The table
snapped back up, causing another wave of laughter from the robots. α2 circled
his arms around his twin's neck and pushed down on the stirrups.
“Giddy up,” he whispered moving up and down, impaling himself on α1.
Trip wrapped his hand around his pulsating dick and squeezed. His mind replaced
the αs with images of himself and Virus. Though Trip was unsure which role he
would play. He wanted to top but would be satisfied either way as long as it
was Virus.
As he watched the spectacle his mind continuously flipped the image. Trip was
on top one second and on bottom the next. There was great appeal in seeing
Virus' expressions in both scenarios. Dominate and submissive. Or perhaps there
was no such thing.
Trip's hand pumped his shaft as he brought up memories of Virus saying his
name. Though the older man had never moaned 'Trip' in pleasure there were times
when it sounded close. Like when Virus was sleepy and added little moans to his
words that Trip filed in his mind for later use.
“Virus,” Trip whispered, bracing himself against the wall as he watched the αs
move.
 α1 wound his hands through his brother's hair and pulled, causing the other to
let out a lovely howl.
“Oh, you know exactly how I want it!” α2's cry filled Trip's ears. He pictured
Virus saying the same words, causing more precum to ooze out and coat his dick.
The αs became rougher and the table shook. Both of their moans sounding melodic
and slightly other worldly.
“There! Right there!” α2 screamed, his ghostly white skin taking on a pink hue.
α1 picked up the pace.
“Of course I know it's there, dummy, it's in the same place as mine,” α1
breathlessly replied.
Trip couldn't hold off. The thought of Virus' legs trembling in pleasure, his
head thrown back, a sweet cry being coaxed from his lips. The fantasy
overflowed and spilled out across his hand. He took a second to recover before
quickly removing his shirt and wiping his mess up off the floor. He didn't
notice how the noise had stopped.
“Looks like we have a voyeur,” α1 said pulling the door opened. Trip, taken off
guard, whipped into a standing position so fast he fell back down.
The αs laughed in unison. Trip quickly tucked his spent member into his shorts
and drew the zipper up. He felt his cheek heat up and he knew he was red. Damn
his fair complexion. α2 bent over, his naked body still slightly flush, and
brushed a hand over Trip's red hair.
“Cute,” he said, “Perhaps we should show him pleasure outside of himself,” he
continued, trailing a hand down the side of Trip's face and neck, stopping at
the collar bone.
“Ew, no!” α1 scoffed, “He's only 13. Your morality must be set too low.”
α2 turned his attention back to his brother, “Sounds like your morality is set
too high,” he replied standing up and placing his hands on his hips. “If we're
not going to play with him then send him off to bed. If he keeps jacking it
here I'll want to fuck him,” he said.
α1 looked down at Trip who was holding his cum stained shirt close to his
chest. “You heard him. Scat!” he said making a shooing motion.
Trip climbed to his feet but didn't immediately leave. The αs gave identical
looks with raised eyebrow. Trip wanted to know one thing before he left.
“You two, how do you know?” he asked.
“Know what?” The robots asked, both switching which brow was raised.
Trip shifted on his feet. He was embarrassed but he felt this was something he
needed to know...for Virus.
“How do you know what each other wants?” he asked tightening his grip on his
shirt.
“Oh that,” α1 said.
“Yes that,” the other replied.
The robots exchanged looks before smiling back down at Trip.
“Well, look at us,” α1 said gesturing to himself and his twin.
“We are exactly alike. How could we not know what each other wants?” α2 chimed
in.
Trip must've looked confused because α1 continued to explain. “We aren't
exactly alike. Like with our moralities just now, but we are alike enough that
we know what each other wants.”
α2 nodded in agreement before adding, “Now, run along so my brother will fuck
me again.”
Trip didn't hesitate this time and quickly departed, leaving the giggling αs
behind. However he did take his new knowledge with him. He needed to be almost
like Virus. Not exactly, but close enough to know what the older man wanted.
Trip wondered where he could get some hair dye.
End Notes
     I want to apologize for how this work is not edited in the least.
     Since I'm dealing with a time constraint I sloppily threw this
     together. I'm a little ashamed because I really like this headcanon
     and wanted to do it better justice. Maybe I will one day. m(_ _)m
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