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You're Me

Author: geeklove97 Word Count: 4,141 words Warnings: Smut. Like a damn lot of smut. Fucking hell, this is a thing. Summary: Uhhh. Michael literally fucks himself. I have this thing where I’m constantly debating between dom!Michael and sub!Michael, and this was how one of my followers decided to help me out with my little dilemma. I regret nothing, because this is fucking hot as shit.

Pairing: 00Mogar/Micent/Jonechael (MichaelxMichael)

Author’s Note: I literally have no regrets. If you enjoyed this, and you’re an author or an artist, you should go for it. I ship the hell out of this, and I need help doing so. If you want to read any of my other stuff, you can find it here. Also, I came up with a new schedule for my future writing, and that can be found here.

You’re Me

Michael groaned, forcing his eyes open as he reached to rub at his temples. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, staring up at the night sky. He was lying on his back, though he hadn’t the slightest idea how he had gotten there. Forcing himself into a sitting position, Michael cringed as he felt his head begin to pound. “Where the fuck am I?” He questioned out loud.

There was no response, and he hadn’t expected there to be. However, there was something about his surroundings that was slightly off putting. Like there was something wrong. However, he wasn’t able to reflect on it for very long before a sharp pain went through his side.

Then another man was tumbling over him, rolling onto his back next to him. “Fucking hell,” the other shouted, and Michael knit his eyebrows together. The voice sounded strangely familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on where he had heard it before. “What the fuck are you doing on the goddamn street? I’m not supposed to have to look for fucking life forms when I’m going for a fucking run.”

Michael felt a slight rush of anger go through him, and he quickly pushed himself to his feet, looking down at the other man. “It’s not my fucking fault,” he exclaimed, his voice rising. “I fucking woke up here. I don’t know where the hell I am, and have probably only been conscious for a few minutes.”

The other man still lie on the ground, and Michael couldn’t see his features very clearly. It only took a few seconds for him to be on his feet as well, and Michael took several steps back. Swallowing heavily, he shook his head. “That’s not possible.”

“What the fuck?” Was the other man’s response. “You have my face. And fucking height too. Like down to the inch. What the hell is this?”

“I sure as fuck don’t know,” Michael snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s probably just some weird ass coincidence.” Michael was trying his best to appear confident, but he realized that it probably wasn’t working out in his favor.

“Two guys in the same part of Texas look this goddamn alike? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so. Are you trying to replace me or some shit?”

“Replace you?” Michael exclaimed. “I didn’t even know that I was going to be fucking running into you. Or that you were going to be running into me, rather. Fuck, I don’t even know where I am. Are we even still in Austin?”

“Yeah.” The other man replied. Then he hesitated, raising an eyebrow in Michael’s direction. Sticking out a hand, he resumed his words. “I’m Michael, by the way. Michael Jones.”

Michael felt his jaw drop and he shook his head again, taking a few more steps backwards. The man had his name. Michael only continued to stare, muttering curse words under his breath.

The other Michael raised an eyebrow, confusion washed across his face. “You okay, man?” he asked, biting his lower lip slightly. “You don’t look too good.”

“No fucking shit,” Michael replied.

“Dude, there’s no need to be like that. Fuck, I was trying to be fucking nice, and you just brush me off like I’m a fucking fly. I don’t appreciate that shit. Just tell me what the hell is wrong, or I’m leaving. No matter how much I want to know why the fuck we look so goddamn alike.”

“Y-you’re m-me,” Michael stammered, his eyes widening in disbelief. There was no way that could be true. Never. Not in a million years. However, no matter how much he tried to convince himself, there was still a nagging feeling in the back of his brain. Like he had forgotten something.

The other man could only stare. “Yeah, sure thing,” he said sarcastically. That makes a whole lot of fucking sense. What the hell would even make you say that?”

“Because we don’t only have the same face,” Michael replied firmly. “We have the same name. Michael Jones. That’s my fucking name.”

The other Michael shook his head in disbelief. “You’re fucking with me now,” he replied, though the look on his face looked slightly conflicted.

Michael shook his head, staring directly at the other man. “No, I’m fucking not.” Then something clicked in his brain, and he was inhaling sharply. A moment later he was speaking again. “When I first woke up here, it felt like there was something wrong. Off.”

“What are you suggesting?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Michael tried his best to sound casual. “I don’t know. Maybe I don’t belong here. You know what I mean? Like different dimensions or something.”

A loud laugh erupted from his double’s lips a moment later, and Michael cringed at the sound. Now that he was thinking about it, listening to the other man’s voice was like listening to his own. That made it that much weirder. “You sound like you’re taking Gavin’s theories a little too seriously,” he said, still chuckling a little. “Though I’m pretty sure you don’t-”

“I don’t know who Gavin is?” Michael cut him off. Again, he felt a bit of anger starting to rise inside of him. Fuck, he could be an irritating ass sometimes, couldn’t he? “Of course I do, you fuck. Gavin is my fucking best friend.”

The other man paused, a look of confusion plastered across his face. “No,’ he said finally. “Gavin is my best friend.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Michael shouted. “You’re me. I’m you. However the fuck you want to say it, it’s fucking true. You moved to Texas from Jersey, right?”

“Anyone could have read that online,” the other Michael muttered, his eyes dropping to the ground.

“But I didn’t, did I? How would I have known that we were going to meet?”

Opening his mouth to speak, the other Michael closed his mouth almost immediately afterwards. He only stared, shaking his head. “This is really fucking weird man,” he said quietly, strolling forwards so that he was standing nose to nose with Michael. “You’re exactly my height.”

Michael sucked in a breath when the other man paused a few inches away from his face. Then he swallowed heavily, trying to distract himself. This entire thing was already weird, he didn’t want to make it any worse.

“Give me your hand,” the other man was saying a moment later, and Michael felt his entire body tense. “What?” he stammered. “Why?”

“Just fucking do it,” he snapped, grabbing Michael’s hand in his own and pressing them together. “Same size hands too, goddamnit,” he exclaimed, loosening his grip on Michael’s wrist. Michael was pulling away a moment later, shaking his head.

The other man only laughed. “I’m not saying that I’m not fucking weirded out by this. Because I sure as hell am. But-” He paused for a moment, and Michael’s breath caught. Then the other Michael was speaking again. “Would you want to come back to my apartment. Or, I guess, your apartment. However the hell all that shit works. Play some video games or something? At least we won’t fucking fight about what to play.”

Michael bit his lower lip, running a hand absentmindedly through his hair. Then he shrugged. “I don’t see why the hell not,” he said finally. It was probably a bad idea, at least according to every science fiction movie he had ever seen. But he couldn’t help himself. He was far too intrigued, and didn’t know where else he would go anyways.

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Michael giggled, his gaze drifting to the other Michael. His eyebrows were knit together in concentration, hands tense on the controller in his hands. Michael turned back to the television, and a few seconds later, he had killed the other’s character.

“Goddamnit Gavin,” the other man shouted angrily, and Michael couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m not Gavin, you fuck,” he replied, a wide smile making it’s way across his face. ‘I’m you, remember.”

A bit of red rushed to the other man’s face, and he was slamming his controller down onto the coffee table a moment later. Michael couldn’t tell if the red was from embarrassment or rage. “Did I call you Gavin?” he asked, though by the tone it was obvious he knew he did. He was readjusting his positioning a moment later, his back leaning against the arm of the couch, his legs sprawling out in Michael’s direction.

“Yeah, you did,” Michael replied. “But honestly, I think I see why he thinks it’s so fucking fun to mess with us. It’s hilarious when you yell.”

The other Michael’s eyes were practically piercing into him, and Michael felt his entire body tense. He shifted uncomfortably from side to side, trying his best to force himself away from the other man. It was weird enough that he was literally playing video games with himself, but it was even stranger when his double wouldn’t stop staring at him.

“What?” Michael finally snapped, turning his eyes to look at the other man. “You keep fucking staring at me, and you’re making me uncomfortable.

A smile tugged at the corners of the other Michael’s lips, and he sat up, scooting his body closer to Michael’s own. “I was just thinking,” he said, his voice slightly lower than it had been before.

Michael swallowed heavily, averting his eyes. “About what?”

“We have a unique opportunity here.”

“Which is?”

“We can literally fuck ourselves,” the other Michael chuckled, a light leaping into his eyes. “That’s not something you get to say every day.”

“Dude,” Michael exclaimed, putting his hands on the other man’s shoulders and pushing him away. “That’s fucking weird man. It’s strange enough that we’re sitting here playing video games. But I don’t think I could fuck myself. That’s taking it a bit far.”

Rolling his eyes, the other man moved back slightly. “Fucking hell. If you’re me, then why are you such a damn spoilsport?” Then he paused, biting his lower lip seductively. Michael had to tear his eyes away from the sight, shaking his head. The other Michael leaned a bit closer to him, ghosting his mouth over his ear.

Then a hand was on Michael’s upper thigh, and Michael felt his entire body tense once more. As much as he wanted to push himself away, he couldn’t quite bring himself to. There was something about the entire situation that was oddly compelling, and he wasn’t going to deny the fact that he was a pretty good looking dude. “And I would be the one fucking you,” the other man whispered, causing shivers to make their way down Michael’s spine.

He shook his head despite himself. “No you wouldn’t,” he choked out. “I’ve thought about this before. If I ever had sex with a guy, I would top.”

“Mhhm, that’s what you think. But you forget that I’m you. I’ve had those same thoughts. Wouldn’t it be fun? To see who would come out victorious? Or would you fucking give in right away? I bet you’d fucking love being dominated, Michael. You just don’t want to admit it.”

Michael closed his eyes, trying his very hardest to control his breathing. However, that was difficult to do when the other man began to move his lips even closer to Michael’s own. “What do you say?” The other Michael murmured into the air above his lips, and that was all it took for Michael to give in.

Acting quickly, he straddled the other’s hips, his hands reaching to twist into his curls. He knew that he liked his hair being pulled during sex, so he figured it would be the same for this version of himself. Then he was pressing their lips together harshly. There was nothing loving about it, and it was filled with lust.

Yanking harshly on the other man’s hair, Michael swiped his tongue over his double’s lower lip, pulling a growl from the back of the other man’s throat. Then, before Michael knew what was happening, hands were on the back of his thighs, and the other man was standing to his feet.

He broke the kiss almost immediately, his face turning slightly red when he realized what was happening. “You don’t have to fucking carry me,” he muttered, slapping at the other Michael’s wrists. “I’m perfectly capable of moving myself.

“I know you are,” the other man replied with a grin. His bent his head down to lick at a spot on Michael’s neck, which caused him to have to bite back a moan. “But I also know how turned on this makes you feel. You try to hide it, but I can see right through you. Because I feel the same way.”

Michael swallowed, nodding a bit. He felt himself starting to grow hard, and he was hoping that the other was starting to get there as well. If not, this was just going to be embarrassing. Not long afterwards, Michael was lying on his back on what appeared to be his own bed. However, he knew it wasn’t. The person standing in front of him confirmed it.

A few seconds later, the other Michael was lying on top of him, a hand on either side of his head. He was kissing him heatedly, and Michael allowed him the access he was asking for. There was a slight battle for dominance, but Michael finally gave in, deciding that it would be worth it in the end. The other man explored his mouth, the passion of the kiss increasing with each passing moment.

A moment later, Michael had his hands on the other man’s chest and was pushing him away. “I don’t normally bottom,” he started, but his words changed into a moan when the other man ground his hips down.

“You think I don’t know that?” The other Michael replied, smirking slightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. I wouldn’t want to hurt myself, would I?” He winked, and Michael felt the immediate need to facepalm.

“Goddamnit,” he muttered. “Do I always make shitty puns like that? Fucking hell.”

The other man laughed, shaking his head. “I couldn’t help myself,” he replied, pressing their lips together. “It was too good of a situation.” Michael found himself grabbing at his double’s hair a moment later, trying to pull him that much closer.

“Don’t touch,” he muttered, grabbing Michael’s hands and pinning them down to the bed. Michael bucked his hips up, unable to control himself.

“But you love it,” Michael moaned. “I know you do. Because you’re me. You love to have your hair pulled. So do I. It just feels so good, the combination of pain and pleasure.” He groaned, tugging desperately at the grip the other man had on his wrists.

Michael groaned as the other pulled his hips away completely, making it impossible for either of them to get any friction. “What the hell are you doing?” Michael gasped, tugging at his wrists a bit harder. He wasn’t going to lie, he quite liked the feeling of being held down. He hoped that his wrists bruised - he wanted to remember this.

“I’m going to make you beg,” the other Michael purred into his ear, and Michael stifled another moan.

“B-but we haven’t even gotten any of our clothes off yet.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Well it’s a fucking start, isn’t it?”

The other Michael chuckled, his eyes glazed over with lust. “Yeah, I suppose it fucking is,” he replied, releasing Michael’s hands for only a moment to let them wander down the other man’s clothed chest.

Eventually, his hands reached the bottom of the shirt, and Michael was already desperate for some sort of contact. Then he was sliding his hands up his shirt, pinching slightly every so often. One of his thumbs slid over one of Michael’s nipples, and he groaned, his hips pushing up into nothing.

“Please,” Michael whined, his head dropping back and his hands pulling on his own hair.

“Please what?” The other Michael teased, pressing down a little harder onto the skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“I-I don’t-” Michael choked out. “I don’t know. Just f-fucking do something.”

“Like what?”

“For fuck’s sake,” Michael groaned, writhing around under the other man. “Just get my fucking clothes off, goddamnit.”

The other Michael chuckled, then his hands were gripping at the cloth on the inside of Michael’s shirt. A moment later, he was tearing the fabric in two.

“What the fuck?” Michael exclaimed. “That was my fucking shirt.” He pouted. “It’s the only shirt I have here, I didn’t exactly have time to pack my shit before I was fucking warped through the dimensions.”

Kissing the corners of Michael’s mouth lightly, a smirk made its way across the other man’s face. “I’m sorry Michael,” he purred, his lips making their way down Michael’s chest. “But we have the same clothes. You can just use some of mine.”

Michael felt his body tense as the other man licked at his collarbone, biting lightly at first. He nipped all over his chest and neck, and Michael was practically moaning by the time he was done. Then lips were attached to his neck once more, beginning to bite a bit harder than he had previously. When he finally pulled away, a bruise was already starting to form, and the other man ran his fingers gently over the mark.

Then he was sitting back, pulling his own shirt over his head. Michael whined, trying his best to appear desperate. It wasn’t that difficult, as that was how he was feeling anyways.

Both of their jeans were stripped off a moment later, their boxers following immediately afterwards. Hovering over Michael, his double smirked. There was a light in his eyes, which only served to make Michael that much harder.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” the other Michael purred, ghosting his lips over his ear. “Would you let me do that? It’s basically like you’re sucking your own cock, and fuck, do I like the idea of that.”

Michael moaned, nodding frantically. “Yes,” he choked out. “God yes. Please.” The other man leaned back against the headboard, patting the space in between his legs.

“Come here.”

Michael crawled over to him, trying to ignore how degrading this entire thing was. He was extremely turned on, and he wasn’t sure why. And so he just listened, his hands gripping onto the other man’s hips as he licked from the base to the tip.

Hands were in his hair a moment later, yanking harshly, and Michael moaned, taking the tip of the other man’s cock into his mouth.

“Fuck,” the other Michael groaned, forcing himself a little deeper into Michael’s mouth. “God, you have a fucking amazing mouth. Or I guess I do.” Michael only moaned, relaxing his throat as much as he could, allowing the other man to take control.

His head was moved up and down rapidly, the other’s hips bucking up into his mouth in rhythm. When he could, Michael would wrap his tongue around the length, flicking through the slit, trying his best to assist the other Michael to his orgasm. Moans were escaping both of their lips, and they mixed together in harmony.

The thought briefly passed through Michael’s mind that if anyone was to hear, it would just sound like someone jacking off, but his thoughts were quickly distracted when he was pulled roughly off of his double’s cock. His own length was hard and straining, and he looked at the other Michael with lidded eyes.

“You’ve been so good,” he cooed, caressing Michael’s face softly. Pressing their lips together, his hand reached down to wrap around Michael’s cock, and the man whined, pushing himself into the touch.

Then, just as Michael thought he was about to come, the other was pulling away. “Fucking hell,” Michael panted, his own hand reaching to wrap around his cock. “If you’re not going to get me off, then I sure as hell will.”

Immediately, strong hands were on his wrists, pinning him back onto the bed once more. “Don’t you want me to fuck you?”

Michael swallowed, trying his very hardest not to sound needy. “Yes,” he begged. “Please.”

“Please what? Tell me exactly what you want.” As he spoke the words, the man was reaching over to his side table, pulling out a bottle of lube that Michael already knew was there. He opened the bottle, spreading some of it over his fingers. “I’m waiting,” he said patiently, his eyes still fixed on Michael.

“I-I want you to fuck me.”

“Yes, I figured that,” his double chuckled, leaning down to attach their lips once more. One hand made its way down Michael’s body, beginning to circle his entrance. He pressed lightly with his fingers. “You want my fingers first though, don’t you?”

“I-no. Not really.”

“But you’re not stretched,” he scolded, two of his fingers pressing partially inside of Michael. The feel of the skin pulling caused Michael to gasp, his eyes closing tightly and his head falling back against the bed once more. “I know you Michael. Because I am you. And you sure as hell don’t finger yourself.”

“I know but-”

“No buts.”

“I’m gonna come though,” Michael choked out. “I’m so fucking close already and-” His words were cut off by the fingers that had been pressed slightly inside of him being thrust in suddenly. His back arched off of the bed, and he covered his face with his face. “Fucking fuck,” he muttered as he adjusted. “I wasn’t ready for that.”

“And you didn’t want to be stretched,” the other Michael chuckled. Then he began to pump his fingers in and out slowly, spreading them as he went. When he curled them, Michael cried out, pushing back against the digits. “Please,” he groaned. “Oh god Michael.” He paused for a moment. That was really strange, calling out his own name. But then the other man was curling his fingers again and he shouted in pleasure. “God I need more. Please.”

His double quickly complied, pressing a third finger in alongside the other two. A few moments later, Michael had adjusted to that as well, and he pulled his fingers out completely.

“Fuck,” Michael whined, thrashing on the bed a bit. He wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab his own cock, as he was so close to the edge. However, he decided against it, and only began to beg.

“Please,” he managed. “I need you to fuck me. Need to feel your hard, thick dick filling me up. Jesus fuck, I need you.”

“I know,” the other Michael murmured, once again pressing Michael’s wrists to the bed as he began to push his own coated length into the other man. The sensation sent shocks of pleasure through both men, and when the man was fully inside of him, Michael groaned.

“Just fuck me,” he sobbed. “Oh god, please.”

His double quickly complied to his requests, pulling all the way out before slamming back in again. He did this several times before reaching down and beginning to stroke Michael’s cock along with his thrusts.

Michael groaned, his back once more arching off of the bed. At one point, his moans became a little higher pitched than they had been before, letting the other man know that he had hit his prostate. Then he just picked up the pace, pounding into the same spot over and over again, causing Michael to practically scream from the pleasure.

“C-can I come?” He finally managed to choke out, and his double nodded his head frantically. Then Michael was coming, moaning as his orgasm began to overtake him.

“Can come inside you?” He heard the stammered words through his haze, and Michael gasped. The idea of his own come being inside of him was strange, but oddly appealing.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, and then the other man was coming inside of him, his head dropping down to his shoulder. His double’s teeth dug into Michael’s shoulder as he came, trying his best to muffle the moans.

After they had both relaxed, the two men separated, lying side by side on their backs.

“Fucking Christ,” Michael murmured, his eyes starting to fall closed of their own accord. “I was not expecting that.”

“You weren’t expecting to fuck yourself?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Michael murmured, rolling over onto his side. He felt strong arms wrap around his waist a moment later, pulling him closer.

“What did you mean then?” a voice hummed in his ear, and Michael shook his head, smiling softly.

“I just didn’t expect to be so goddamn amazing in bed.”

He felt the other man smile against the back of his neck, and couldn’t help but burst into a smile of his own.

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