Seeing Double
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â ď¸WARNING! this fic contains - Smut - Light Choking - Major creampies - Threesomes - BADLY WRITTEN SMUTâ ď¸
Hello everyone! Iâve been seeing people on tik tok make like short AUâs of there being a clone of Leon, and Iâve just been thinking about how hot cool it would be to have two of him at the same time living with us and other things like that. Thatâs basically what this fic is
CLONE LEON
REAL LEON
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Re2 Leon!
You lay on the couch in Leonâs apartment, you were nestled warmly between the two of them, One was the true Leon, familiar in every quiet way that mattered, while the other was his perfect clone, carrying the same presence, the same warmth, the same steady touch. Between them, you were carefully kept, as though they had wordlessly agreed that you belonged in the middle of them.
Your head rested against Leonâs chest, rising and falling with the slow rhythm of his breathing. Beneath your cheek, you could feel the calm beat of his heart, steady and reassuring.
Behind you, Leon lay draped across both of you, his weight comforting rather than heavy. His chest pressed softly to your lower back, warm and solid, while his head rested between your shoulders with a quiet sort of trust. His breath ghosted across your skin in slow intervals, and every exhale seemed to melt whatever tension remained in you.
Both of them held you tightly, their arms entwined around your frame until there was scarcely any space left untouched by warmth. One pair of hands rested over your waist, the other curled around your shoulders, each embrace overlapping the next until it felt less like being held and more like being enveloped entirely.
You remained sandwiched between Leon and his clone, caught in the quiet center of their affection, where every touch was deliberate and every moment stretched, sweet. Simple. and incredibly soft.
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Re4 Leon!
He hated sharing. The feeling sat in Leon like a splinter beneath the skin, sharp and impossible to ignore. He had nearly thrown the clone out of the condo five times in a single week, each attempt ending only because something stopped him before he could follow through. Every time he came home and found you curled up with the clone on the couch, his temper would rise without fail. He would cross the room, pry you away with little patience, and settle himself between you both with a possessive arm around your waist and a glare that promised no argument.
The clone only found it amusing, which made Leon all the worse.
Still, there were rare nights when an uneasy truce settled over the room. Nights like this one, with the condo dim beneath the glow of the television and rain tapping softly at the windows. Leon sat at the armrest of the couch, one hand scrolling idly through his phone while his other arm stayed wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you tucked close against his side. Beside you, the clone lay stretched across the cushions with his head resting in your lap, eyes half closed as you slowly ran your fingers through his blond hair.
Leon noticed every gentle pass of your hand. His grip around you tightened slightly, subtle but certain. He still hated sharing, but for tonight he would allow it. Only because of how peacefully quiet he was being.
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Re9 Leon!
It was not that Leon minded having his clone stay beneath the same roof. He could tolerate the shared space, the second pair of footsteps in the hall, the familiar face occupying rooms that should have felt singularly his. What he could not tolerate, what lodged beneath his skin like a thorn, was the simple fact that the clone wanted his wife just as much as he did.
Still, Leon was a practical man when it suited him. So long as he remained the center of your affections, the first place your eyes searched for, the hands you reached for before any other, then peace could be maintained. Uneasy, guarded peace, perhaps, but peace all the same.
Tonight was one of those quieter arrangements.
The house lay dim and warm against the storm outside. Rain struck hard against the windows and rattled faintly through the walls, while some forgettable romance movie murmured from the television in a wash of soft voices and music. On the couch, you sat nestled between your husbands, held carefully in the middle of a balance only barely maintained.
Leon was before you, close enough that there was no room left for distance. His hand rested at your waist while the other moved slowly over the softness of your stomach, steady and absent in its touch. His lips were locked with yours in a tender, unhurried kiss, patient enough to seem calm, though there was always something possessive beneath it. Every slow movement carried the quiet message that you were his first.
Behind you, Leon seemed content to play the part of second place, though only on the surface. His lips brushed gently along the side of your neck, warm and lingering against your skin. His hands wandered in slow paths from your hips to your thighs beneath the fabric of your pants, soothing rather than demanding, as though he had all the time in the world to earn what Leon insisted belonged to him already. Every now and then their arms would brush where they held you.
Each time it happened, Leonâs eyes would open just enough to cast a sharp glance over your shoulder, a silent warning edged in irritation. The clone would only smile faintly against your throat and continue exactly as he was, never rushing, never retreating.
Then Leon would kiss you deeper, slower, with renewed purpose. And making sure to tug you just a little closer to his side, And the cloneâs hands would settle a little more firmly at your hips to keep you still. Civil as they were, neither man had ever truly stopped competing.
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Re2 Leon!
One of the many blessings of loving someone as sweet as Leon was the tenderness he carried into every part of your life, even the most private corners of it. He had always been attentive, never hurried, never careless. Every touch was measured by devotion, every kiss given with patience, every moment guided by the quiet need to make certain you were cherished as much as you were desired. Leon had never been the sort of man to seek only his own satisfaction. Your pleasure had always been woven into his from the very beginning.
But now there were two of them.
They had made it their unspoken mission to see you trembling and breathless and satisfied long before either of them thought of themselves. Neither would say it aloud, of course. Pride would never allow such honesty. Yet it was written in every glance they exchanged, in every subtle shift of movement, they both wanted your undivided attention. the tenderness of the act had turned it into a competition.
You lay across the bed, sheets tangled beneath you, your upper half cradled securely in Leonâs arms. He held you close against his chest as though shielding you from the world itself, kissing you with slow sweetness that stole the air from your lungs. One hand supported the curve of your back, keeping you upright against him, while the other rested over your chest, caressing with gentle familiarity that made your pulse flutter harder.
Between your legs, Leon knelt with more interest of making your legs shake.
His arms were hooked beneath your thighs, keeping them parted with a firmness that contrasted the softness of his mouth. He moved with maddening care, taking his time as though savoring every reaction he drew from you. Every so often, Leon behind you would glance downward with soft eyes before reaching past your body, fingers brushing your clit to join in for only a moment, coaxing another shiver from your already sensitive frame.
The one between your thighs would answer by tightening his grip, desperate to keep you close. The one holding you would kiss you deeper. Neither spoke a word.
You had already come undone twice beneath their careful attention, your body trembling from the lingering aftershocks, every nerve left tender and bright with sensation. Still, neither of them seemed remotely finished with their efforts of earning your attention.
You were quite certain that when it became Leonâs turn again, he would show no trouble of overstimulating you in order prove his worth to you as well.
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Re4 Leon!
The rare moments of strained civility between them were fleeting, brittle things, fragile truces forged not from peace, but from mutual obsession and rivalry. Even now, it lingered in the air, sharp and suffocating, as though either man might shatter it at any second just to prove he could.
You were caught between them, exactly where they both insisted you belonged. Leonâs grip was firm, possessive, his movements measured and deliberate as he thrust into you at a steady, unyielding pace. There was no hesitation, Showing you how much better he was, His gaze, dark and unrelenting, never left the man before him, his mirror, his mockery, his enemy.
Because the other Leon, his clone stood there with equal intensity, eyes burning with the same fire, the same hunger, the same unbearable need to take what the other claimed. Only one rule held absolute. The hill that he would die on.
Only Leon was allowed inside your pussy
Leon obeyed that rule with visible restraint, though the tension in his jaw betrayed how much it cost him. Instead, he took what he could, guiding you forward, your mouth wrapped around him as his fingers reached for your clit. His touch was gentle, but there was something deliberate beneath it, something calculated to provoke.
Every thrust Leon gave you drove you forward, deeper onto the clone, forcing the rhythm between all three of you into something inescapable. It wasnât cooperation. It was competition.
A silent, contest. Of which one was better. Leonâs eyes narrowed further, his voice low and edged with warning as he watched the clone. âDonât get comfortable.â
The clone huffed a quiet, humorless laugh, his hand never faltering. âYou say that like youâre in control.â Another thrust, harder this time forced a reaction from you, your body tightening, your breath catching. The clone felt it immediately, his expression flickering with satisfaction, while Leonâs grip tightened in response, possessiveness flaring into something sharper.
Neither of them would yield. The cloneâs fingers continued their precise, but soft motions, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. Every small reaction from you became fuel, proof, leverage, something each of them tried to claim as their own doing. Your body betrayed you first.
The tension broke, the coil in your stomach snapped, Pleasure flowing through you as you came around Leonâs cock, your body trembling, your control slipping entirely. The sudden shift sent a ripple through both men, the clone stiffened, a quiet, involuntary reaction passing through him as he followed shortly after. You had no choice but to swallow. to endure it, or choke, you were caught exactly where they had placed you. For a brief moment, something softened.
The clone pulled back, his hand rising to your face, brushing your cheek with an unexpected gentleness. His expression shifted, just slightly, as he looked at you, the clone was happy to see your tired face. It was peaceful.. for a minute.
It didnât last.
Leonâs pace never faltered, if anything, it grew more desperate, more consuming as though he needed to overwrite that moment entirely. To erase it. To remind both of you who held the final claim. That he was the original. With one last, decisive thrust, he reached his peak, his grip tightening as he buried himself fully inside you, Staying still as he painted your walls on thick white cum, before finally pulling away.
The silence that followed was heavy, charged, unfinished. Leon exhaled slowly, his eyes flicking once more to the clone, the rivalry between them reigniting instantly, as if the fragile ceasefire had never existed at all, Leon reached down to lift you up, Holding you against him. His hand softly rubbing your back.
âThis doesnât change anything,â he muttered. The clone smirked faintly, wiping his hand against his sleeve as his gaze lingered on you, then returned to Leon. âIt never does.â And just like that, whatever fragile balance had existed shattered completely. Because moments like this, moments where you were allowed between them were rare. But they never lasted.
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Re9 Leon!
Theyâre silent rivalry was always thrown to the side, As they would both rather die than possibly injure you during a time so sacred as sex. The real Leon and the clone of Leon were both close to eachother, theyâre dicks pressed together, and you, riding them both at the same time, the real Leon being in front.
His mouth sucked at the skin of your neck, The clone was behind, your head turned and kissing you sweetly, his hand kneading one of your breasts. For a while, the world narrowed to sensation and breath, to the quiet rhythm they built together around you. Their movements fell into a perfect sync.
Your strength wavered, the sensation overwhelming in its fullness, and they noticed immediately. Leonâs hands tightened just slightly at your hips, steadying you, keeping you upright. âEasy,â he murmured, his voice low and reassuring.
The other echoed him in his own way, his touch smoothing along your side, anchoring you with a quiet kind of care. And then, as if guided by the same unspoken instinct, they slowed just enough to let you breathe, just enough to draw the moment out into something deeper, something shared.
âStay with me,â Leon whispered, his forehead resting briefly against the back of your shoulder.
Together, they brought you back into that grinding rhythm, gentler now, more deliberate. The tension built not from urgency, but from closeness from the way they moved with you.
And when the moment finally crested, it did so all at once, shared and intertwined. There was no competition in it, no victory to claim, only the quiet understanding that they had reached it together.
In the aftermath, their touches lingered, softer now, as if neither was quite ready to let go. Leon brushed a hand along your arm, The other stayed close, his presence warm and steady at your back. Soft breaths warming your skin in both directions, Your pussy feeling so full, Now with both of their cocks, And overflow of cum.
This would be a few of the only few times Leon was okay with his clone touching you.
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