#scarletsolstice

You walk into your room just in time to hear frenzied tapping on the outside glass of your window. You jump at the noise, slightly startled, but you instinctively know that it can only be one person. A soft smile plays on your lips. Adrian.

It’s been several days since you’ve seen him, your last interaction being a staticky phone call where you could just barely make out something about a quantum unfolding chamber and getting Peacemaker back. There was also some manic rambling having to do with “finding another me” before the call cut out completely, but you didn’t pay it much mind. Now that Adrian is back you’re sure he’s going to tell you all about it.

You wrap yourself tighter in your silk robe then bounce giddily over to the window. You’ve missed him, missed him in more ways than one, and your mind is already racing with the things you want him to do to you as your thumb flicks the sash lock open. With both hands you lift the window pane and welcome the cool nighttime breeze on your skin, your heart fluttering at the sight of Adrian suited up as Vigilante. He eyes you warmly through the visor of his mask. 

“You know you have door privileges now, right?” you purr, flashing him a teasing smile. But once your words leave your mouth, a shadowy figure enters the frame next to Adrian provoking you to recoil back into your room. Adrian, however, seems unbothered by this additional presence, and once you adjust your eyes you notice that the newcomer is dressed in a matching Vigilante suit. 

“Who is this?” you ask slowly, brows furrowed.  You’re suddenly unsure of who you should be addressing. Not only are the two people in front of your window dressed the same, but they have eerily identical builds. 

You apprehensively watch the first Adrian ease himself through the window and scamper over to you. With one swift motion he pulls off his mask, tosses it, and plants a sloppy, excited kiss on your forehead. 

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” Adrian beams, both of his hands on your shoulders. Then he jumps a few steps back and throws his arms wide to present the Vigilante doppelganger actively crawling through your window. 

Once successfully inside of your room, the stranger removes his own mask and your mouth drops open. He has the exact same face as Adrian. He is Adrian. Your eyes dart between the two, your mind beginning to unravel. 

“It’s me,” your Adrian cheers, “from another dimension!” 

You open and close your mouth a few times but are unable to force out anything intelligible. It’s uncanny how identical they are. Their hair is the same. The way they carry themselves is the same. Even the way their deep blue eyes trace your body is the same, and you find yourself painfully aware of how thin the material of your robe is. It doesn’t help that you’re wearing nothing beneath it. Heat floods your cheeks as dirty thoughts invade your mind unbidden. You shake your head. You don’t know the ethical implications of being turned on by another variant of your boyfriend – of wanting both of them… at the same time. God, you think, Adrian has been away for too long.

“I like your robe,” says the other Adrian, snapping you out of your head and back into the moment. He stares at you with a goofy grin you’ve seen many times before, then spends several long moments drinking you in before turning to your Adrian, “This is your girlfriend? Sick!”

“I told you she was hot! She also loves spiders. And owls. Hey, you should ask her to quiz you on owl facts!” But before other Adrian can even take him up on the offer, your Adrian moves on, “Dude, I can’t believe you don’t have one of her in your dimension.”

“Right? Fuck man, this shit is so unfair.” Other Adrian looks genuinely disappointed. 

The impulse to scream, “You can share me,” bubbles on your tongue, but instead you clench your jaw shut and simply stare at the two men. You know that you should ask questions. How did your Adrian get this other Adrian here? How is there even another Adrian? But, both of them are watching you in a way that makes you feel like an injured deer before two starving wolves, so logic evades you.

Your Adrian suddenly starts and glances between you and his alternate self, his mouth stretching into a delighted grin, “Wait,” he says, now looking at you alone, “do you want to fuck me,” he jags his thumb at other Adrian, “and me?” His own words make him giggle. 

“Dude,” you warn, but your reprimanding tone rings hollow. 

Your Adrian then rushes over to stand behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans in to whisper, “Think about it! It’s literally just another me!” His breath is hot against your ear, “Pleaseeee.” 

Your whole body grows warm and you lean into your Adrian’s embrace, his suit poking into you from behind. Immediately your mind drifts back to naughty thoughts of having both Adrians, and as your Adrian begins to pepper your cheek with kisses, you think about how good his lips feel on your skin — about how good two pairs of his lips could feel on your skin… 

You lock eyes with the other Adrian standing halfway across your bedroom. He’s standing rather awkwardly, just watching you with an open mouthed smile. As your Adrian’s kisses begin to advance towards your neck, you allow yourself to fall into your desire completely. Shamelessly.

Without speaking you beckon the other Adrian forward with an outstretched hand. 

He does not hesitate. Within seconds he is in front of you, his gloved hand tentatively wrapped around yours. You tilt your head — a silent question. Other Adrian nods eagerly, unable to wipe the grin from his face, so you grip his hand tighter and pull him close. 

Now sandwiched between the two Adrians, your mind detaches from your body completely. Your Adrian drags slow kisses along your neck, his restless fingers digging into your hips, while other Adrian softly places his hands along the curve of your waist. Their touches cause goosebumps to kindle along the surface of your skin, and needing more, you weave your fingers through other Adrian’s hair to bring his lips to yours.

At first his kiss is slow and gentle. Timid, even. But soon enough he falls into the rhythm of your need and hungrily pushes his tongue into your mouth. His breath is hot, uneven, and full of want.

Just as your Adrian’s hands sink down to your upper thighs, other Adrian’s rise to cup your breasts. There, through the thin fabric of your robe, his fingers trace circles around your hardened nipples and you inhale sharply from the sensation. Your body burns. Their weight presses into you from both sides and you feel their hardness against you despite the thick material of their Vigilante suits. You smile, your mouth melting into other Adrian’s. You’ve never thought much about heaven, much less what heaven would be like, but right now you’re sure that you’re as close to it as you’ll ever get. 

“Wait,” you breathe, and both Adrians stop at your command, their hands frozen in place. Other Adrian pulls just far enough away to inspect your face and keenly awaits your next instructions. His pupils are so dilated that his eyes appear black. “Get undressed,” you order. There are things you need to see. Things you need to do. Things you need to feel.

The two Adrians spare no time freeing themselves of their attire, and within mere seconds they stand before you in nothing but their underwear. You can’t help but notice how they’re wearing the same tighty whities. You stare at them in pure awe. 

They instantly close in on you again, unable to resist being so far away, and press their warm, toned bodies back into yours. 

Your Adrian resumes his position behind you and slips a hand into your robe to seize hold of your breasts. You moan softly at the touch of his calloused palm against your bare skin. 

In front of you, other Adrian uses one hand to tilt your chin up to his face while using the other to pull loose the tie of your robe. It comes easily undone, and with your bare body exposed to him, he ravages you with his eyes before reuniting his mouth to yours. He kisses you with a new sense of desperation as he drags his hands along your silhouette. His hands explore your stomach, your hips, your lower back, finally finding their place on your ass. There he grips you roughly and yanks you closer against him, his erection pressing harder into you. 

“Hey,” your Adrian mutters, “careful with her.”

You pull back from other Adrian’s mouth. “It’s ok,”  you whisper. With a smile you reach a hand back to run your fingers through your Adrian’s hair. “He doesn’t have one of me in his dimension, remember?” You then laugh, “Also, this was your idea.”

“She gets it,” other Adrian quips. 

Your Adrian just mutters, his face buried within the curve of your neck. He then moves to slide the robe off of you and you allow him. The second it drops to the floor he grinds his body into yours with the matched intensity of other Adrian. 

You’re not sure how long you remain enfolded between the two. You lose track of who’s hands are where, grabbing what. Your neck begins to tingle and your lips grow sore from the work of their mouths against you. Slowly you begin to kneel, using your fingers to trace their muscled abdomens on the way down. Your hands brush up against their cocks bulging through their underwear, and the warmth of it travels from your hands right down to your throbbing core. 

Once on your knees you tilt your head up to look at the two Adrians. Both of them are gazing at you with their mouths agape and eager eyes. 

You start with your Adrian. 

With your hands gripping the elastic of his underwear, you tug them down. His cock springs loose in front of you, and you teasingly kiss its swollen head before turning to pull down the underwear of other Adrian. 

“Incredible,” you murmur, marveling at their identical length and girth. 

“What?” they say in unison. 

You don’t respond. Instead, you use one hand to stroke other Adrian’s shaft and one to bring your Adrian close enough to take him in your mouth.

You swirl your tongue along the head of his cock and savor the salty taste of his precum. Your Adrian moans, raking his fingers through your hair. You start to bob your head, your eyes never leaving his, and take more and more of him in your mouth until you can feel him along the back wall of your throat. His moans grow louder and he jerks his hips to push more of himself inside of you. Your eyes tear up in effort to not gag, drool dripping down your chin. 

Other Adrian’s groans then fill the room while you twist your hand faster along his length. You can feel his cock pulsating in your palm and you sense that he’s close. Carefully, you pry your mouth from your Adrian, and turning your head, you part your lips to make way for other Adrian. 

Your Adrian whines at the loss of contact before impatiently moving to stand behind where you kneel with other Adrian stuffing your mouth. He lowers himself slightly to wrap an arm around your midsection, then with one firm hand on your upper back to keep you in place, he stands and positions your hips against his groin. 

He glides a finger through your wet folds and – mouth still full – you gasp, melting at his touch. He circles your clit, inhaling sharply at your arousal, then plunges his finger into your opening. You nearly choke on other Adrian’s cock, and you arch your back, aching, desperate for more. Your Adrian seems just as desperate, because soon enough he pulls his hand away and you feel his erection press into you. He slides his length along your entrance once before pushing himself all the way in, your walls immediately clenching around him. 

You moan, sending vibrations along other Adrian’s shaft and causing him to shudder. Your Adrian, wasting no time, digs his fingers into your hips and begins to sharply pump into you. Other Adrian grabs your hair and bucks his hips to match your Adrian’s tempo, forcing his cock down your throat.

Tension coils within your core and heat floods the surface of your skin. With each thrust you come closer to climax. Your eyes begin to roll back into your head as both Adrian’s fill you completely.

“I’m close,” other Adrian sputters.

“No way! Me too,” your Adrian cheers. You can hear their choked laughs, and you would roll your eyes if them fucking you didn’t feel so good. 

You’re also really close, but you find yourself wanting even more. You gently push other Adrian out of your mouth and pull away from your Adrian to stand up. 

“Not yet,” you gasp, finally able to take a breath.

Both Adrian’s tilt their heads at you, not understanding. Your Adrian’s eyes then fill with worry.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” He rushes over to inspect you, other Adrian following suit.

“Fuck, sorry,” other Adrian stammers, “did I go to hard? I just got really excited and I –”

You laugh, “I’m fine. There’s just… something I want to try.” With that you grab your Adrian’s wrist and drag him to the bed, pushing him onto your mattress. You jump on as well, straddling him, then look behind you and motion over other Adrian with your index finger. With a smile you watch as his eyes light up in understanding before he speedily joins you. 

Turning forward, you land a passionate kiss on your Adrian’s lips. His hands automatically find their place on your waist and his fingers sink into your skin once you start grinding your hips along his still-throbbing cock. He moans between kisses and shivers speed down along the length of your spine. 

You grind against him tortuously slow, playing with him. He whimpers desperately before he folds. Ravenously, he shifts his body and uses a hand to angle himself before the slit of your dripping entrance. You moan in anticipation.

“Do it,” you whisper.  

With that he plunges into you and you both groan in pleasure. For a few moments you just ride him, taking every inch of him inside of you, completely lost in the feeling.

Other Adrian then approaches from behind and brushes his hands against your back. Your body arches to his touch. 

He gently pushes you against your Adrian and tilts the head of his cock towards your already full opening. You inhale sharply.

Slowly, carefully, other Adrian works himself into you, and you gasp as you feel yourself stretch to accommodate him. Inch by inch, deeper and deeper, he enters you, and you have to bite your Adrian’s shoulder to suppress a scream. Once all the way in he throws his head back and all three of you moan in sync. You’ve never been this full.

You quickly begin to feel the pressure continue to build within your core. So close. So close. With the way your Adrian’s muscles are beginning to tighten along with the way other Adrian’s thrusts border on erratic, you know that they’re close too. 

Still they keep thrusting, faster, harder. You can’t take it any more. You spill over entirely, your walls spasming and your body shuddering as euphoria raptures you whole. At once they both follow you in their release, guttural groans escaping their lips, and you tremble at the feeling of their cocks twitching before filling you with cum. 

You take a jagged breath and gasp when other Adrian pulls out of you, his body shaking slightly. Following him, you slip off of your Adrian and collapse onto the bed. You’re so depleted that the moments after your head hits the pillow you fall into the dark abyss of sleep.

The next morning you wake to find yourself nestled between the two Adrians. Your Adrian is still asleep, his arm draped over you with his head nestled deep within the crook of your neck. Turning, you’re startled to see other Adrian in your silk robe grinning at you.

A glass bottle shatters fifty yards away and Adrian proudly lowers the barrel of his rifle before turning to look at you.

“Did you see that?” he asks excitedly. 

You can feel his eyes boring into you from under the red visor of his mask as he eagerly waits for your reaction. You’re sitting in a dirty, cheap folding chair that was left in the clearing, staring at some mildly interesting news article on your phone. You pull your gaze up to meet Adrian with a thin-lipped smile.

“Are you going to keep asking me that every time you hit something?” You’ve literally seen him snipe people from over six times this distance, so you don’t need to watch him hit a stationary bottle to know that he’s a reliable shot. 

“Yes,” Adrian answers, a wide grin on his face. “Isn’t this fun? Personally, I’m having tons of fun.” His smile falters when he detects your lack of enthusiasm, and the tone of his voice gains a frantic edge as though he’s desperate to keep your attention. “Should I move the bottles further away? Or wait!” He pauses, seemingly struck by an idea. “If you want, you could throw the bottles in the air for me and I could try shooting them before they hit the ground? We could also —” He goes quiet when he notices your eyes fall back onto the screen of your phone. 

He dramatically clears his throat, but you don’t look up. This is the fourth time this month you’ve joined Adrian for target practice in the woods, wanting to keep him company since the others have been too busy. You being out here might also have something to do with your little crush on him. Regardless, you can only watch him shoot inanimate targets so many times before becoming bored. It’s much more thrilling to watch him shoot live ones. 

Your ears catch the sound of twigs and decaying foliage crunching under Adrian’s feet as he strides in your direction, then with a quick swipe he pries the phone from your grasp. Caught off guard, you jerk your arm out in an attempt to snatch it back, but only grab empty space.  

“Hey,” you whine, “what are you doing?” 

He walks a few paces away and stands facing you with one arm bracing his gun against his shoulder, the other holding your phone before his masked face. He scoffs when he sees what you were looking at.

“You’re reading the news? What are you, an eighty-two year old?” He uses the arm holding your phone to theatrically gesture to his rifle, “I’m doing cool gun shit and, I’m sorry, but you’re reading the news?” He then shows you the screen of your own phone to really drive home the point. 

“Thought it was a good time to see what’s happening in the world,” you snap, impatiently holding your hand out for Adrian to return your phone. “Also, I’ve seen you do this,” you nod to your surroundings, “like, a billion times already.” 

Adrian’s voice adopts an accusatory edge, “Jeez, didn’t mean to bore you, your highness. Didn’t realize the fucking news was so much more entertaining than me.” He takes a quick breath then continues, his words coming out faster than the bullets from his rifle, “You know, I thought we were having a lot of fun and now you’re making me feel bad. Not cool. Most people don’t even have the ability to make me feel bad, but here you are, like, making me feel bad. Is that your superpower? Making people feel bad. Pretty shit superpower.” 

The corners of your mouth involuntarily quirk up. Secretly, you find it cute whenever Adrian gets all worked up. But if you’re being honest with yourself, you generally find anything Adrian does cute.

You pointedly keep your arm outstretched and roll your eyes when he makes no move to give your phone back. 

“Are you mad?” you tease, the smile still playing on your lips. 

He lets out a forced laugh, “Me? Mad? Pft, no way.” He then takes one step closer to you and murmurs, “I just thought you liked hanging out with me.” 

Your eyes suddenly soften and your words lose their bite, “I… um,” you clear your throat, “I do like hanging out with you.” 

“Do you?” He takes another step closer. “You seem awfully bored,” he deliberately shakes your phone in his hand. 

“Uh, I–,” you stutter, inwardly cursing yourself, “well, I wouldn’t say I’m bored.” You pause, letting a few endless seconds pass, trying to think of the best way to defend yourself. You can’t remember when your heart began to thud this hard against your chest or when your face became this hot. Maybe it’s from being called out. Maybe it’s from Adrian’s increasing proximity. “We just always do this,” you blurt, “I think we should try switching it up sometimes… do something we haven’t done yet… or something…” 

Adrian takes one final step closer and stands directly in front of you. You have to crane your head up from your position in the chair to look at him, his expression unreadable through the mask. Your eyes instinctively begin to trace the contour of his muscles beneath his Vigilante suit, color blooming on your cheeks. Something about him being this close in his suit, holding a gun nonetheless, really turns you on. You then notice his extended arm offering you your phone back. But, before you can grab it, he relaxes his fingers and it drops out of his palm onto the forest floor.

He cocks his head. “Oops.” Then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he kneels before you. You don’t even notice him setting down the rifle.

What the actual fuck is happening right now, you think. You don’t look down to see where your phone landed, its presence instantaneously becoming the least important thing on your mind. Instead you remain face to face with Adrian, now close enough to see that – through the red of his visor – his eyes are locked right on yours. 

Your heart begins to beat dangerously fast, and the hair along the nape of your neck rises in response to the newly charged, erratic energy of the atmosphere. Your mind becomes fuzzy. You can’t quite remember the events leading up to this moment. 

An overwhelming desire to see him, to read him, possesses you, and both of your hands reach out with a mind of their own. Your fingers dance along the lower edge of his mask before gently tugging it forward, revealing Adrian’s face underneath. His curly brown hair is poking up in every direction and the skin along his temples is beaded with sweat. His disheveled appearance sends heat radiating through your body. 

His excited eyes bear into yours and you chuckle at the giant grin plastered to his face. 

“What are you doing?” you whisper, your eyes never leaving his.

“Something,” Adrian leans in closer, just inches before your face, “we haven’t done yet.” He says this as though it should be obvious, but before you can think of a response his lips crash onto yours. 

Even with the suddenness of it startling you, you fall into the kiss without hesitation. Time freezes and your tongues weave together in a synchronized understanding. His lips are so soft, softer than you had imagined, and you can’t stop yourself from playfully biting his lower lip. He responds with a smile against your mouth, causing an ache to simmer within your core. 

Adrian then abruptly pulls away and you moan in protest. You open your eyes to see him anxiously observing you on his knees. 

“This is okay, right?” he asks. Then his eyes widen as if remembering something and he flashes you a smile, “Oh! I like you by the way, I don’t know if you know. Do you like me? I should have asked that first.”

Your mouth hangs open for a moment and you note the way his eyes briefly dart to your lips. “Yes, Adrian,” you let out a breathy laugh, “I like you.” 

“Yes!” He somehow manages to smile even wider, “I thought Peacemaker was messing with me when he told me how you’re always staring at me, but when I talked to Ads sh–” 

You gently grip Adrian’s soft hair and bring his lips back to yours before all of his words can escape, effectively shutting him up. Adrian slips back into the kiss without objection, but this time his tongue flicks against yours with a ferocious hunger. He kisses you deeply, passionately, nearly swallowing you whole. You can feel yourself growing warm just below the waist, and you shift your weight in response to the already-soaked mess of your underwear. You hear a soft rustling as he removes his gloves, and you shudder when you feel his bare hands cup the sides of your face before travelling down your body and to your inner thighs. He grips your thighs hard, almost desperately, and the sensation causes your skin to tingle despite the layer of denim between his hands and you. 

Adrian’s mouth then begins to follow the path of his hands. His lips first reach your neck where he sensually sucks the soft spot just under your jaw. You know he’s going to leave a mark, but at this moment you couldn’t care less. You’re too lost in the way every touch of his sends jolts of electricity coursing through your veins.

Slowly, he pulls his mouth away from your neck and tosses you a wicked grin before settling himself lower onto the ground. Adrian stares into your eyes intently, his hands absentmindedly undoing the laces of your shoes before sliding them off. His fingers then find their way back up to deftly undo the buttons of your jeans, and with both hands now firm on the waistband, he tugs them off completely. You’re left in only your shirt, socks, and underwear. Your cheeks flush in anticipation. 

Adrian’s calloused palms are rough against your skin when he pushes open your legs. Your breathing becomes more and more shallow as his hands reach further and further up your thighs. Using one hand, he rubs a thumb over the wet fabric covering your clit. You whimper, immediately growing desperate for more. His face is so deep within your thighs that you can feel his hot breath through your underwear, and it’s making you lose your mind. You want more. You need more.

Then, as if reading your thoughts, Adrian peels off the drenched lacey fabric in one fluid motion and you instinctively arch your hips towards him. He looks up at you with a mixture of awe and pure hunger. Still maintaining eye contact, he slides a finger through your wet folds. Your breath hitches. He circles your clit a few times before nudging the puddle at your entrance. His eyes are wild – manic – when he finally slips his finger inside of you.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Adrian croaks, his mouth hanging open. 

You toss your head back in pleasure and rock yourself against his hand. With his thumb massaging your clit, he pushes in another finger. He curls both fingers inside of you and steadily pumps them in and out. 

A shaky whimper leaves your lips, “Mmh, Adrian…” Already your body is beginning to tense up, approaching release. You look back down to see that his eyes haven’t left you. Your walls clinch around his fingers when you take in the sharpness of his jaw, the slight bobbing of his neck, the way the hair plastered to his forehead frames his perfect face. Adrian smiles sweetly at you, causing you to melt even more, before moving his lips closer to the wet mess between your legs. 

Fingers still inside, he sensually drags his tongue along your slit. His mouth is tortuously slow. It’s as though he wants to take his time to savor your taste. Your body shudders at his touch. 

Adrian laps gently against you a few more times, but then something inside of him seems to snap. He thrusts his fingers inside of you faster, harder, before sliding them out and putting all of you in his mouth. His hands greedily grip around your thighs and he yanks you closer to the edge of the chair, the movement pushing his tongue deep inside of your opening. 

You become frantic. Waves of pleasure roil through you, building up with each movement of his until you’re braced right on the cusp of climax. Your hands dart out to his head where you roughly thread your fingers through his hair and buck your hips against his face. Adrian moans into you, the vibrations of the sound causing you to shiver. 

He laps at you eagerly, hungrily. His tongue traces the inside of your walls, glides between your folds, dances around your clit, and the grasp of his hands on your thighs tighten like he fears you getting away. 

Your fingers wrap themselves tighter through his soft hair when you feel yourself about to let go. Adrian – seemingly reading the language of your body – digs his nails into the side of your thighs, locking you in place, and feverishly devours every drop of you. 

You arch your back, unable to take anymore, and gasp as your whole body convulses in ecstasy. Your legs tremble and your core pulses as the remaining currents of bliss flood through you. You’re spent, chest heaving, when you loosen your grip on Adrian’s hair and venture to look down at him.

You find him beaming up at you, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices.