Not quite the same
Pairing: Tango/Gem/Tangocam (trust me on this) Length: 3.4k words Tags: Smut, Threesome, Selfcest, Vampire Tango
Summary:
Tango brought back Tangocam to do some testing of the map for Decked Out 3. Gem meanwhile had other plans while looking for the blazeborn vampire.
So I felt a bit insane about how Tango talked about Tangocam in his recent episode and fueled by my fellow insane people this happened...
So this is a little gift for @blacktofade and @chlmngo <3
Read on Ao3 or below!
NSFW under the cut!
Mentally grumbling to himself, Tangocam sits in a wooden chair, deep beneath the ground of Decked Out 3, with a map in hand and the order to just stay here.
All he knows is that Tango, the actual Tango, is running some tests above ground that require someone to be here and hold onto this map. That's his purpose, to sit here and wait. It's better than nothing he supposes.
After about half an hour of groaning zombie noises there was at least some quiet when the machine that he's meant to babysit filled up.
Time ticked slowly and he bounced his leg, red eyes glossing over the map again, a hand going over his scruffy beard almost as a reflex that isn't really his.
The only sound now were faint steps in the long deepslate hallway that has been carved out as the only exit. There is no reason to bother looking up, since it is just Tango returning.
But the fall of the boots isn't as heavy and deliberate, once it actually gets closer, which does cause him to perk up.
In the entrance to this lit up cave stands someone he vaguely recognizes as Gem. He's seen her before, years ago, her hair less red, but he remembers. No way he wouldn't, even if it was just brief glances.
For a few moments, he's too distracted by the leather, the red fabrics and the way it all hugs her shape, to see Gem's actual expression.
She's smiling but in a self satisfied way.
"There you are. Thought you weren't gonna be underground this season" Gem teases, slowly walking closer, giving Tango a closer look at her tail, before his eyes dart up again.
The main issue with not actually being Tango, instead just Tangocam, is that he can't talk. So all he can do is give Gem a small wave and a smile but that doesn't deter her from stepping closer, now right in front of him.
Tangocam isn't used to this type of proximity or touch from anyone except Tango, and he knows he wants to reach out but stops himself. This isn't his place and he isn't who Gem wants to see.
Briefly, Gem looks around before green eyes settle on him again, "I was looking for you, you know?" Her words are accompanied by a brief touch over his arm that makes his already hot skin feel like it is on fire.
There are a million things he wants to say. Stuck in a hole underground, where else would I be. Or a teasing what do you need this time?
But nothing comes out.
Even Gem notices at this point, leaning back again, looking at his face with a puzzled expression. "You okay?"
Her brows are furrowed and he doesn't want to look away from her, is unable to when she is still touching him.
It takes a few moments to gather himself, but he shifts, reaching into a pocket of his pants to pull out a small pencil, almost like it is his muscle memory.
It's rather practical that he's technically wearing a copy of Tango's clothes, contents and all.
The entire time he can feel Gem's eyes on him, trying to distract him as he flips the map over and writes.
"No talking."
Turning the map back to Gem it takes her a moment, still not quite getting it.
"You... Lost your voice? Got a cold?"
If Tangocam could sigh, he would. Back to writing on the map.
"Tangocam. Not Tango."
It's not like he isn't aware that he isn't the actual Tango. But spelling it out like this twists something inside him just a little.
The realization dawns on Gems face, but instead of any expected recoil she smiles again.
"I see. Well then, Tangocam, since Tango isn't here..." Her words trail off and her fingers travel over his arm, up to his neck until she cups his cheek.
At this point he's sure his entire face is flushed, blood rushing from his face, down elsewhere and up again.
Slowly Gem leans in closer and closer and Tangocam doesn't even think about pulling away. This is the first time he's actually noticed her black horns, just because he feels like he should look away.
But he can't. And he shouldn't have to. For once, this is actually for him.
Unable, or unwilling to hold himself back, he kisses Gem. Her lips are warmer and softer than he could have ever imagined for something like this. And when her lips part for him, Tangocam wishes he could make any sound.
With Gem now on his lap, he explores her mouth with his, and her body with roaming hands, needing to commit everything to memory because who knows when he'll be around next.
While he's holding onto her waist, Gem begins to move her hips, rocking them back and forth against him.
Despite the silence, Tangocam opens his mouth, head dropped back slightly, a silent gasp escaping him, making Gem laugh.
"This good?" as if the question was even necessary. Still he nods, maybe a little bit too eager but that is all he has.
And she laughs again, causing Tangocam to surge forwards and kiss her again, to capture the sound, to swallow it.
Gem grinds her hips further against him, the feeling of closeness and absolute bliss washing gently over him.
At least until she pulls back, breathing a little heavier, lips redder but with a glint in her eyes.
"You know what I always wanted to do?" Gem asks, looking almost as if she expects an answer before just sliding off his lap and down onto her knees in front of him, eyes never leaving his.
Inside, Tangocam feels like his soul, or whatever he has instead, is about to leave his body.
He wants to make a noise, one of those that Tango is always embarrassed about, he wants to tell Gem that she's beautiful.
For a brief moment he debates reaching for the pen again, writing down the words so he's sure she knows.
But any thought gets interrupted when Gem nudges his legs apart to make more space for herself, elegant fingers already working on undoing his heavy cargo pants.
His hands reach out, stroking over her hair, along the horns, just because he can touch her. Her hair is soft and the skin is smooth under his fingers, and every bit of sensation he can feel gets committed to his memory.
"Lift your hips for me" Gem almost whispers but in the quiet that's enough.
After a brief moment of shifting himself, his warm skin gets exposed to the cold air of the cavern.
Gem is down there, grinning up at him, teasing, "Need a hand here, old man?" and he wants to chuckle in response, instead opting for the lightest tug in her hair, earning him another smile.
"Let me help you."
Nothing prepared him for the sight, the feeling of Gem leaning in and pressing just one brief, open mouthed kiss on his half hard member.
Tangocam resists the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, needing to watch every bit of what's happening.
The softness of Gems lips travels along the flesh, slowly waking it up more and more. With every kiss pressed to him, his hands bury themselves into the red mass of hair, only to let go again, an almost gentle massage.
Once Gem deems him ready enough, and without a warning, she takes his tip in, hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft.
Her lips are wrapped around him, and it feels perfectly warm and wet.
Pursing her lips she gently pushes the skin covering the tip back before letting her tongue drag over the sensitive parts.
This may be the closest he's ever been to making a sound, the way it feels like it is trying to claw its way out of Tango's throat but nothing comes from it.
But just because he's quiet, doesn't mean he's composed. It takes everything in Tangocam to not buck his hips up to meet more of Gems mouth.
He can't keep his hands from gripping a bit firmer, getting a muffled gasp, the vibrations intense around him.
At least, even without talking, Gem gets what he wants and takes him in deeper, her hand working everything she can't fit.
He barely noticed but in the hand that's not busy with holding on for dear life in Gem's hair, he's been clutching the map Tango gave him.
Deciding his priorities are elsewhere, he carelessly lets it fall to the floor, instead opting to rest a hand on Gem's cheek, making her look up at him.
An annoyed sigh leaves Tango as he walks across what is to become Graywick in the hopefully near future.
He's been testing for hours and the map in his hand worked perfectly fine up until a few minutes ago when it suddenly stopped.
His mind is already working rapidly, trying to figure out what happened. Was it a line of redstone that didn't get updated? Did he break anything when he dug himself out of the hole underground to check on the wardens?
With a brisk pace, Tango traces back his steps, making sure the glowing red line isn't getting pinched anywhere.
The frustration is growing when he can't find the cause of the issue, standing in a dark hallway, leading back to the zombie spawner where he left Tangocam before he went testing.
He needs to double check the map, maybe something is wrong with his...
With his cape flowing behind him, he quickly maneuvers through the path he carved out weeks ago, the light of the room blinding him for a brief moment before Tango sets his eyes on the scene in front of him.
The map is crumpled on the floor, the root of his issue, but clearly not the priority as he sees Tangocam leaned back in his chair, lips parted and none other than Gem on her knees, lips wrapped deeply around a member that equals his own.
For a few moments, Tango is speechless. No usual teasing, no question coming out. He is utterly silent, just watching in a mix of shock, arousal and jealousy.
There's a soft noise as Gem pulls herself off Tangocam, earning herself a surprisingly gentle caress.
"I'm slowly starting to miss your voice, you know?" Gem teases while there is still a line of spit connecting her to the dick right beneath her mouth.
"Gem" Tango feels breathless, taking a step closer into the room despite every instinct in him telling him to run. That he's intruding.
"What?" She replies as if this is an entirely normal situation. "You're gonna stand there or are you gonna come over?"
His legs feel heavy but they move on their own, towards the two.
"I didn't know you..." Tango starts but what does he even want to say? I didn't know you wanted to suck my dick? His dick?
At least Gem interrupts his racing thoughts when she begins to work open the slacks, Tango taking over to help her spit slicked hand.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, his voice airy from nerves.
Gem just laughs at him.
"You think I'd be here like this if I wouldn't?"
Tango chokes down a laugh because he still doesn't believe that he isn't dreaming, half convinced he's gonna wake up with an embarrassing stain in his pants.
As they work on freeing him, Tangocam seems to be getting a bit impatient, gently tugging on Gem's hair to grab her attention.
"Hey, patience, skippy" Tango calls out, earning himself a glare. It is odd an odd feeling, to say the least, being stared at like this by himself.
Gem's hand returns to the neglected member, starting to work on him again, as Tango takes care of the rest of his own pants.
"Be nice" she chides, giving Tango a look. "Or you can just go back to watching."
The message is clear and Tango holds back any further tease, his dick now in his own hand, stroking himself to the sight of Gem paying attention to someone else.
For now, his eyes glance up again at Tangocam, the way his head is titled back slightly, his lips parted and the flames of his hair glowing a brighter orange than usual.
A soft groan leaves his lips as he keeps his hand going along his shaft, only briefly glancing down at the redhead using her mouth again to get more of these expressions out of him.
This is just what Tango looks like, lost in pleasure. And apparently Gem likes that?
"Enjoying the view?" Tango hadn't even realized that Gem pulled back again, her hand now reaching out to him, taking over.
Tango can't do anything but nod, entirely dumbfounded.
When Gem's grip wraps around him, he hisses slightly from how intense it is.
"Gentler. Please", he begs breathlessly and immediately the pressure lessens.
Now his eyes are only on Gem and he can see her thinking, all while both her hands are now occupied. A mumbled, "interesting" would normally spark all of Tango's focus but right now he can't think about anything that isn't Gem's touch.
"Please, more" He bites his lips, trying not to ask for too much but Gem still gives him everything.
Now he gets to feel the warmth of Gem's lips, the wet feeling of her saliva coating him as she slowly sinks down further and further.
There's no way to hold back the groans and grunts that make him feel absolutely ancient as intense pleasure washes over Tango, moaning softly as Gem takes all of him in, just to pull all the way back off again. The sudden lack of pressure and warmth is enough to drag a soft whine out of him.
"Gem," Tango pleads, green eyes looking up at him.
"Stop complaining and get behind me."
Tango almost freezes in place, his body working on its own.
He takes a few steps, and while Gem's mouth is busy again with Tangocam, her hands help expose her already slick skin.
This must be a dream, no way this is happening, is all that's ringing in Tango's head.
He gets on his knees behind Gem, his hand, still wearing the dark leather glove, travels across the pale skin of her ass, as if he's worshipping a precious artifact.
He lets the hand come to rest, the light skin contrasting with his glove, as his thumb gently strokes over her cheek, just briefly dipping between the before pulling back.
Not today, he doesn't want to get greedy.
Instead, he opts for taking the glove off, wanting to feel everything. His fingers trace over the slick folds, teasing Gem enough to get a muffled sound of complaint out of her.
Tango chuckles before he dips his fingers in, feeling her body react immediately, hips dipping lower for more, tightness clenching around his digits.
At least for a bit, Tango lets himself get lost in the feeling, the slick sounds of Gem, the ones her mouth makes and the muffled groans around Tangocam.
His other hand is busy spreading the spit Gem gave him, across himself before the need gets too large.
Tango lines himself up behind Gem, hands on her hips to guide her to an easier angle, before asking one more time, "You sure?"
Despite Gem's mouth being fully occupied, he swears he can hear the annoyance in her grunt as she pushes back.
The absolute bliss he feels as his tip starts sliding in, enjoying the stretch around him, is unmatched. His eyes fall shut, his tail wraps tightly around Gem's ankle, holding onto her, grounding himself.
It takes a few seconds for both of them to adjust, but Gem gets impatient first, beginning to move.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, his grip on her becomes firmer, holding her steady while he slowly sinks in fully, giving himself another moment to breathe in and out, not wanting to already have this end.
Finally, he begins to thrust, his mouth hanging open as he groans at the feeling of Gem around him.
"Fuck, you feel perfect," he mumbles, entirely lost in her.
Once his pace steadies, deep thrusts, slightly spaced out so he can recoup between each one, he dares to open his eyes, looking down at Gem's ass, at the way he's buried inside her.
Immediately he needs to look away, already feeling a tightness in his balls.
Instead his gaze lands on his own familiar face that has apparently been watching him with a matching expression of bliss. He almost wants to tease it for staring at him and not Gem but the words get stuck in his throat, replaced by a moan as Gem clenches around him.
And now he's unable to take his eyes off of Tangocam, who's expression is all too similar as Gem takes him in deeper, head bobbing up and down, Tango's thrusts now matching the pace, making her take him in deeper into her throat.
They find a faster pace, Gem moving between the two blazeborn, working in perfect tandem.
Tango catches himself looking into the red eyes of himself more than the ass he should be focusing on, but seeing his own expression of pleasure, the way his own hands knot into Gem's hair, is enough to make him come apart.
He knows he should pull out, or at the very least warn Gem but he can't, not when she gets pushed back down onto him one last time.
With a loud groan, Tango spills, sandwiching Gem tightly between the two of them, as he thrusts forward again, leaning over her back as he rides out his high.
His thighs are burning and he feels utterly exhausted but he presses a brief kiss to her shoulder, before pulling out, seed slowly dripping out after.
He's left catching his breath on his knees, still watching the scene in front of him.
The tugging in Gem's hair grows tighter, clearly not wanting her to pull away but letting Gem go with a ragged look of longing, as she pulls off Tangocam.
Tango is about to say something when Gem gets up, off her knees, climbing up into Tangocam's lap, but making sure to face Tango.
"Okay?" She asks, briefly looking back for a nod but instead, greedy hands pull her closer as he buries himself inside her immediately.
The sight in front of Tango is better than anything his imagination could've ever come up with, his own expression one of need and want, as he presses kisses along Gem's neck, gently biting into the soft skin.
If Tango had anything left in him he'd have complained because he is the vampire here after all.
But Gem's moans distract him, her own eyes pressed shut, hands working herself closer and closer to her own climax as large hands on her hips move her up and down.
It doesn't seem to take long for her to get there, grinding her hips down hard, moaning Tango's name as she cums.
Behind her, Tango can see how his own hips are lifting off the chair just to drive himself deeper, as his own face scrunches up, mouth open in sounds that aren't coming.
For a few moments, the only sound is the breathing of all three of them slowly normalizing, Tango still unable to take his eyes off the couple in front of him.
Quickly, Gem smirks before turning her head back to find Tangocam's lips, slowly making out with him, then finally turning to Tango with a nudge of her head, "Come closer"
Already on his feet, stumbling towards her like a fool, he braces her hands on Gem's thighs, and leans in to finally kiss her, open mouthed and wanting meeting Gem's lazy pace.
When Gem pulls back, Tango follows, needing more of her, kissing the skin of her jaw, his scruff scratching her enough to make her giggle.
Still he notices that Tangocam behind her is watching him, eyes following every move as he still holds Gem secure on his softening member.
Tango doesn't know what in his brain causes him to do this but he leans up slightly and instead kisses the man behind Gem.
His own lips feel rougher, more chapped and the kiss is more clumsy, more experimental, than when he kissed Gem.
But apparently he's doing everything right as Gem's hands pull him closer, pulling him more into her own lap and the kiss.