Work Text:
Thoma returned to the Kamisato Estate after a standard grocery run to Inazuma City, only to find not one but two of Ayato waiting for him inside.
Thoma gasped, almost dropping the bags of cabbage, smoked fowl, and radish onto the floor upon the sight that was laid out in front of him. The two Ayatos, both similarly dressed and almost impossible to distinguish apart were both sitting and facing each other as they appeared to be having a conversation with each other.
“Waka, what is the meaning of this?” Thoma asked as he quickly set aside the bag of groceries on the floor before approaching the two Ayatos.
“Ah, Thoma! Welcome home,” one Ayato greeted him.
“I see you have returned,” another Ayato smiled at him.
“How was your trip to the city?” Ayato asked, not clear as to which Ayato it was.
Thoma was rendered speechless as he sat in between the two Ayatos, staring at one and the other, not knowing who was who or why this was happening. His thoughts were a mess, all jumbled up and no words could come out of his mouth coherently.
Thoma had to inhale a deep breath to sort out his thoughts, enough for him to ask, “What is going on here? Why are there two of you?”
Ayato laughed, putting a hand on Thoma’s shoulder, “Don’t you think that this is twice the fun?”
“Umm…,” Thoma stuttered, still unsure how to react. He was just used to seeing Ayato’s clone in its Hydro form, compared to looking like an exact flesh copy of his young master.
It was at times like this he wished Ayaka was home, so she could be the straight man in between her brother’s antics and Thoma being on the receiving end of it.
Another Ayato pushed the other Ayato’s hand off Thoma’s shoulder. This Ayato then threw a sharp glare towards the Ayato who had his hand on Thoma. Witnessing this expression, Thoma knew that the Ayato who just touched him was not the real one and that the real Ayato was the one who had pushed the fake Ayato’s hand.
“Oh, Thoma,” the real Ayato sighed, “How do I even begin to explain this dilemma to you?’
“Just say that the leyline disorder you were investigating caused your elemental skill to go haywire and that I, the Hydro clone, did not disappear just like I was meant to,” the fake Ayato scoffed at the real Ayato.
“Exactly, like he said,” the real Ayato affirmed, “-somehow he also managed to gain sentience and my personality to boot.”
“Waka, this a serious matter!” Thoma almost panicked, “We should head to the Narukami Shrine and ask the priestesses if they can help dispel this.”
“I did,” the real Ayato revealed, “-or at least he did.”
“You know when they say you are your biggest enemy,” The fake Ayato spoke, “-I’ve only gained sentience for a few hours but yet I already want to disappear. The priestesses at the shrine told me that this has happened before but that I should disappear within a day when the leylines naturally reset.”
“That’s why I didn’t worry too much,” The real Ayato shrugged, “He’ll be gone before you know it.”
“I see,” Thoma nodded, taking in all the information fed to him. He still found it a bit hard to grasp and his feelings about the whole situation had yet to settle but he was coming to accept it.
“Please don’t tell my sister about this. I don’t want her to worry too much,” The real Ayato said once more.
“S-sure, of course,” Thoma agreed.
The real Ayato sighed, “Thank goodness I don’t have any more matters to deal with today. It would have been a hassle.”
“A hassle?” The fake Ayato sneered, “Just say that you don’t know how to multitask and prioritize. That’s why you were gone for so long while Inazuma was in the middle of a crisis, especially at a time when Ayaka and Thoma needed you the most.”
Thoma almost gasped at the comment the fake Ayato had made, knowing how sensitive the matter was to not just Ayato but the entire Kamisato clan and the Yashiro Commission as a whole. He knew things were going to get tense between the two Ayatos but he didn’t know what to say or do to even stop it.
“If you can talk smack about this then why weren’t you there to deal with it yourself. You are me, aren’t you?” The real Ayato challenged the fake Ayato.
“Well, you should have stopped into that leyline disorder sooner then,” The fake Ayato argued back.
“So you admit that you can only exist because I do. You are nothing without me,” The real Ayato retorted, raising his voice.
“Oh, I’m nothing!? You couldn’t even be there to protect Thoma when he almost had his Vision taken,” The fake Ayato incited.
“I had my reasons! I couldn’t rebel against the Shogun-,” The real Ayato began to argue back.
“Waka, please stop!” Thoma begged, grabbing onto the sleeve of the real Ayato’s arm. “I’m fine, okay. This was all in the past. Let’s just move on.”
The real Ayato calmed down, hearing Thoma call out for him. He was about to raise a hand out of anger towards his copy but he changed his mind and lowered that arm. Instead, he placed a hand on Thoma’s lap, who was now visibly shaking.
“Are you alright? You’re trembling,” Ayato asked, lifting Thoma’s head with a finger under his chin.
“I-I’m fine,” Thoma tried to assure, “I just got nervous. That’s all.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you or bring up a bad memory. I apologize,” Ayato sighed.
“Let’s just leave that all behind us, alright?” Thoma muttered, still looking away from Ayato who was still holding his face.
“Of course. Why don’t you get some rest first? I’ll make sure this copy of mine stays in the room until the day is over and he goes away,” Ayato suggested.
“I-I have to cook for dinner first,” Thoma revealed.
“Okay but get some rest after that, alright?” Ayato continued to insist.
“I will,” Thoma nodded.
Thoma sighed a little, before picking up the bag of groceries from the floor. He bowed to both Ayato and the fake Ayato before heading out of the room to return to his chores.
At the very least, cleaning the house and cooking dinner for the entire household was enough to take his mind off of things. He didn’t wish to bring up any feelings from the past, afraid that it would cause resentment.
Thoma tried hard to assure himself that everything ended up fine, that there was nothing to worry about, and that it was pointless to keep looking back. But despite how much he pushed himself to look ahead, the pang of emptiness remained in his heart.
Pushing those thoughts away, Thoma continued about with the rest of his day until he called it a day when it was close to midnight. He was always one of the first to wake up and the last few to go to bed every night. As the known “fixer” around, his happiness relied on serving and caring for others. Thus, this was a responsibility and expectation that he was glad to shoulder.
At that time of the night, almost everyone had gone to bed or had retired for the day. The only ones up and around this time were the guards on the night shift who were stationed around the estate.
After one last round of making sure that everything was in place and done for the day, Thoma decided that it was also time for him to rest. Before he went to bed, he made one last stop to Ayato’s room to check up on his young master.
“Waka, may I come in?” Thoma asked softly from behind the sliding doors, loud enough to be heard but not too loud to wake up anyone else.
“Of course, you may enter,” Ayato replied.
Thoma gently slide the doors open before stepping inside the dimly lit room and then sliding it back shut again.
“Waka,” Thoma called out, approaching Ayato who was seated behind his desk, “How are you feeling? Is there anything you’d like me to get for you?”
Ayato stifled a yawn, stretching out his arms, “Surprisingly, I feel very fine.”
“That’s good,” Thoma smiled, “I was worried if you would feel off, especially after today.”
Ayato looked up at Thoma from his chair, “Well, enough about me. How do you feel?”
“I’m alright,” Thoma answered.
“Are you sure?” Ayato continued to question, continuing to glance up at Thoma.
“Of course, I would never lie to you, waka,” Thoma assured.
“Very well then,” Ayato said, pushing his chair back so he could bring himself to his feet.
He now stood in front of Thoma, face to face, at around the same height. Thoma’s eyes momentarily glanced towards Ayato’s own but he quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to be rude.
“You work so hard, Thoma. Always so diligent and responsible, making sure everyone and everything is taken care of,” Ayato praised, bringing up a hand to caress Thoma’s cheek with the back of his palm, “-but I think that someone should take care of you too when it calls for it, don’t you think so?”
“I am just merely carrying out my duty,” Thoma replied, humble.
“I know you are but you are just human. You can be tired out too and I think that you ought to receive the same care you give to others,” Ayato said as his hand now moved to massage the skin around Thoma’s nape.
Thoma held in a breath when he felt Ayato begin to massage the sensitive skin behind his neck, pressing his fingers into the tense shoulder muscles that worked had day in and day out.
“Does this feel good?” Ayato asked, tilting his head to meet Thoma’s eyes as both of his hands now massaged Thoma’s shoulders and upper arms.
Thoma nodded, stifling a pleasured sigh, “Y-yeah.”
“Let me take care of you, alright?” Ayato asked once more, his mouth close enough to Thoma’s ear to breathe warm air against the sensitive skin there.
“Yes,” Thoma agreed, breathily.
Almost as if he was submitting to Ayato, Thoma leaned his head to give space to allow Ayato to swipe his tongue along the side of his neck. Thoma had to grit his teeth to stop a moan.
“Come to the futon with me and we can lay together,” Ayato suggested- or rather, ordered.
Thoma soon found himself on his back, laying on top of Ayato’s futon. It wasn’t the first time he found himself in this position as they had been intimate several times in the past. However, it was the first time in a while.
With the help of Ayato, Thoma undressed to his underwear and had even folded his clothes neatly on the floor at the corner of the futon. Ayato chuckled seeing this and Thoma felt slightly abashed to perceive that reaction from him.
Meanwhile, Ayato had not bothered to undress, merely pulling apart the yukata he was wearing to reveal that he had not been wearing any underwear the entire time.
“You’re just lovely the way you are,” Ayato praised, groping Thoma’s pecs with a hand as he straddled the latter from above.
Thoma’s moan was caught by Ayato who leaned in for a kiss and he ended up moaning into Ayato’s mouth.
Thoma jerked up into Ayato’s touch when he felt the tingling sensation of his nipples being twisted between Ayato’s fingers.
“Waka~,” Thoma moaned, once Ayato’s lips had left his as they stared into each other’s hazy eyes, illuminated by just a single lamp in the room.
“Touch me,” Ayato groaned, pulling one of Thoma’s wrists up, guiding it to the flaccid cock between his legs.
Thoma did as he was told to, reaching up to bring his fingers around Ayato’s cock. He could not see between their legs, merely moving around by touch. With several languid strokes, he could feel Ayato’s cock growing bigger and harder in his hand.
“Keep going on,” Ayato groaned, lightly biting onto the protruding bone structure of Thoma’s shoulder.
Further encouraged by his master, Thoma was more than eager to keep going on. Until his concentration was broken by the sounds of slow and sarcastic clapping.
Thoma stirred, alerted by the presence of the third person and his head immediately turned to find the source of that sound. There, above him in the corner of the room, Thoma finally caught sight of the third person who had been there the entire time.
“Waka!?” Thoma gasped, pushing the Ayato off of him. Thoma immediately stood up as the Ayato on top of him was pushed off and had landed on his butt onto the futon, laughing slightly.
This fully dressed Ayato walked up to the side of the futon. With his arms folded over his chest, he stared down at Thoma’s own erection and at the other Ayato.
“I almost felt jealous there that you were so pliant for my clone,” The real Ayato stated.
Realizing this, Thoma cried out in the horror of the situation. He threw himself at Ayato’s feet, kneeling onto the futon, “Waka, I’m so sorry. I apologize. I truly did not know that that was a clone of yours. I thought it was really you. I would have never engaged in that had I known the truth.”
“I know, Thoma, I know,” Ayato responded, monotonous.
“Look at what I have achieved in only one day compared to you. I have brought Thoma much closer than you could ever have. I am you who is not bound by responsibilities, reservations, and obligations. An ideal version of Kamisato Ayato if you could call it that way,” the revealed to be fake Ayato boasted.
The real Ayato sighed but he did not speak back. He cupped Thoma’s cheeks in between both of his palms, bringing the housekeeper’s face to his.
“Thoma, are you alright?” Ayato asked but did not give the time for Thoma to respond before he continued, “-I didn’t mean to scare you but this clone of mine was earlier talking about how I didn’t spend enough time with you and how he could treat you better than I could. So I wanted to see if he was just all talk or if he could really live up to it. I must say, I didn’t expect such a reaction out of you.”
“I’m so sorry, waka,” Thoma shivered, “I would never cheat on you. I wouldn’t have-”
“Shh, it’s alright,” Ayato hushed, bringing a finger to Thoma’s lip to silence him, “He is me too, you are not cheating on me. Besides, I take responsibility for all of this. You are not to blame. Although…I do admit how jealous I feel to see you like that.”
Before Thoma could say anything else, Ayato had pulled him in for an open-mouthed kiss. Thoma was compliant, moaning into the kiss as he felt Ayato’s tongue slide against his.
Ayato pulled away from the kiss to press his thumb onto Thoma’s lower lips, pulling Thoma’s mouth open with his tongue half sticking out.
“Show me what you can do with that mouth,” Ayato ordered.
“Yes, waka,” Thoma nodded, abiding by the orders. He brought himself to his knees, kneeling in front of the real Ayato.
Carefully, Thoma began to work on the zipper of Ayato’s trousers before pulling them down to his ankles. Ayato helped by stepping out of them before Thoma worked on his underwear, getting rid of them also.
Thoma gulped at the sight of Ayato’s cock, already hard and erect. Thoma was hounded by the thought that Ayato had gotten hard by watching him with that clone earlier. Somehow, it stirred an even more intense feeling within Thoma that almost drove him delirious, to know that Ayato was the type to get jealous about him.
Almost as if he was taunting the clone on purpose, Thoma stuck out his hips and bare bottom as he arched his back in a kneeling position.
With one hand guiding the real Ayato’s cock to his mouth, Thoma brought his tongue to the erection, licking from the base and making his way to the head. He brought his lips around the mushroom head of the cock, sucking as he hollowed his cheeks and taking the cock as deep as he could without gagging.
Thoma moaned with the cock in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down on it. Ayato grinned at him from above with an encouraging hand pressed on the back of Thoma’s head.
“As you can see, he serves me very well,” Ayato smirked, throwing a glare towards the clone standing behind Thoma.
“I’m not stupid. I know,” the fake Ayato scoffed, coming down onto the futon.
The real Ayato tugged onto Thoma’s hair to pull his head back from his cock, so he could also bring himself down onto the futon.
“Continue,” Ayato ordered, now sitting down on the futon with his legs open.
Thoma once again did as he was ordered to, bringing his mouth back down to Ayato’s cock and continued sucking. The fake Ayato took advantage of Thoma’s butt sticking out to press his thumb against the tight ring of muscles around Thoma’s hole.
Thoma did not see that coming and moaned as a result, with the real Ayato’s cock still within his mouth. The real Ayato seemed to enjoy that, illustrated by the tighter grip he had on the back of Thoma’s head.
The Ayato clone then inserted his middle finger within Thoma, pushing it all the way past his second knuckle. The fake Ayato knew Thoma’s body as well as the real deal, for they were one. He knew just where to press inside Thoma to earn the best reaction of the Kamisato clan’s beloved housekeeper.
Before long, the fake Ayato was already two fingers deep within Thoma. Those fingers were however withdrawn and replaced shortly after with a wet and warm tongue against Thoma’s perineum that slowly moved up to his hole.
The fake Ayato buried his face between the two butt cheeks, his lips sucking onto the flesh as his tongue penetrated Thoma’s hole. Thoma tried to wriggle, to push himself back against the Ayato clone, only to be held still by the real Ayato who still had his cock within Thoma’s mouth.
“You’re not going anywhere,” The real Ayato said, one hand on Thoma’s head and the other on his back.
When Thoma began to gag and audibly choke on Ayato’s cock that was breaching into his throat, the fake Ayato pulled away and pulled Thoma up with him.
“Don’t be too rough on him,” The Ayato clone hissed, with Thoma seated between his legs on the futon.
The real Ayato laughed it off softly. With a gentle push to Thoma’s shoulders, he found himself between the fake Ayato’s legs with his bare back pressed against the equally bare chest behind him. With his head against the shoulder of the fake Ayato, the real Ayato crawled up to him on the futon, kissing him in full view of the fake Ayato.
“Watch me,” Ayato told his clone before pulling back.
Ayato pulled his shirt open, discarding it so he too was naked. With either hand, he spread Thoma’s thighs to expose the needy hole between those legs. The Ayato clone had done most of the job, loosening up and wetting Thoma’s hole, just for the real Ayato to come and claim him.
Thoma first felt the Ayato clone’s hands holding onto his shoulders before the real Ayato pressed the underside of his cock against his hole, sliding the length up and down in an effort to ease him for the real thing.
Then, without warning, Ayato buried his cock within Thoma in a single thrust, all the way up to the hilt.
Thoma moaned, loud, with his tongue sticking out as he felt air punched out of him from the sheer force of the thrust.
The real Ayato growled, feeling the intense heat of Thoma’s insides around his cock, wet, warm and inviting. It almost drove him mad.
Ayato pushed his clone off of Thoma, allowing him to press Thoma down onto the mattress before he started thrusting.
“Waka~,” Thoma moaned, his back arching off the mattress and his arms scrambling to grab onto Ayato’s shoulders for support as he was harshly pounded into.
Thoma wrapped his legs around Ayato’s waist, pulling Ayato in closer as the sounds of their bodily fluids squelching and skin slapping against skin filled the room.
Ayato held Thoma’s hands as he continued fucking into his beloved servant who moaned out for him.
“More,” Thoma cried out in the midst of the euphoric pleasure from being fucked open by his master.
Despite being the one in charge and the one who usually gave the orders, Ayato found himself complying with Thoma’s demands. He was more than happy to fuck Thoma as hard and as long as the latter wanted.
“How lovely,” The fake Ayato commented as he sat back and watched as the other two got it on front of him. He knew he would get a turn after this and he would make sure that he did.
Since it had been a while since the real Ayato was last with Thoma, he came fast within a few more thrusts. Thoma cried out a strangled moan, able to feel Ayato’s cum within him almost immediately.
Ayato pulled out as quickly as he came, still mildly shocked by his own orgasm. This momentarily lapse was seen as an opportunity by the Ayato clone who then pulled Thoma into his own arms.
He pulled Thoma back onto his lap, as the real Ayato’s cum dripped out of Thoma’s used hole and onto the Ayato clone below. Thoma sat on the fake Ayato with the latter’s hard cock pressed against the curve of his ass.
Thoma hadn’t cum yet and he was eager to do anything to get there, even if it meant taking his fake master’s cock. After all, they were the same person.
With the help of the fake Ayato hoisting Thoma’s hips up, Thoma lifted himself up so the rim of his hole caught on the head of the fake Ayato’s cock. Lubed by the cum of the real Ayato, Thoma was able to sink himself down slowly onto the fake Ayato’s cock.
He let gravity and the rest of his body weight do the job, plopping down onto the Ayato clone’s cock, impaling himself fully upon it.
Before Thoma could even move, the fake Ayato had grabbed him by the hips and pushed him forward onto his stomach. Thoma landed face down onto the mattress as the fake Ayato began to thrust into him from behind.
Thoma cried out his moans, babbling nonsense as he was fucked in this position. He could feel the heat rising to his face, already all over his chest.
This time it was the real Ayato’s turn to sit back and watch. He stroked his cock, tugging onto the foreskin as he gradually became erect again from the sight of having Thoma fucked by a clone of his.
Ayato’s eyes were caught into a stare with that of his clone. They remained like that for a while, deep into each other’s gaze and not breaking eye contact.
The fake Ayato pulled out just in time to stop himself from cumming. Only then, the real Ayato broke eye contact with his clone, to switch positions.
Ayato assumed the position of his clone, behind Thoma, while the fake Ayato pulled Thoma up into a kiss from the front.
“I don’t know which is you anymore,” Thoma whimpered, resting his head against the clone’s thigh as the real Ayato lined his cock up against Thoma’s wanton hole.
“It doesn’t matter, you can take us both,” The clone encouraged, lifting Thoma’s face to his cock.
On his hands and his knees, Thoma opened his mouth for the fake Ayato to slide his cock into. The moment he felt the weight of the thick cock on his tongue and hitting the back of his throat, Thoma made a gagging noise as the real Ayato was now balls deep within his ass from behind.
Both Ayatos continued fucking Thoma from either of his holes, filling him with both of their cocks on both ends. The rhythm of their thrusts did not match and Thoma found himself almost dizzy from being pushed forward onto one cock and pulled onto another, his brain scrambled up from the pleasure and the failure to distinguish any set pattern.
It was almost hard to breathe but Thoma felt utter bliss to be sandwiched between both Ayatos. He couldn't think about anything else. It was almost addicting. Perhaps, there was something good out of this, after all.
The fake Ayato placed a hand behind Thoma’s head and rubbed his hair, encouraging, as he fucked Thoma’s mouth.
“You’re so good,” the Ayato clone praised.
Not wanting to feel as if he was outmatched, the real Ayato leaned forward, mid-thrust, to press a kiss on the supple skin in between Thoma’s shoulder blades.
If it weren’t for the wet squelching sounds of lovemaking and Thoma gagging on fake Ayato’s cock as well as their grunts, he swore he might have heard a confession from the real Ayato behind him.
This time around, Ayato lasted slightly longer, having already cummed once. He ended up cumming inside Thoma for the second time that night. The fake Ayato had attempted to pull out when he came just a few seconds later. However, the head of his cock was still within Thoma’s mouth when he came, spraying cum into Thoma’s mouth.
Thoma turned his face away, coughing and sputtering cum from his mouth. Similarly, cum was also spilling out of his ass from behind. After all of this, he had yet to cum even once.
Ayato quickly realized this. Before the fake Ayato could also come to this realization and begin to mock him again at how inattentive he was to Thoma’s predicament, the real Ayato had decided to take matters into his own hand, quite literally.
Thoma whimpered, keeling over as he rested his head against Ayato’s shoulder while his cock was jerked off by his master. Ayato’s strokes were slow but firm, almost antagonizing. Thoma felt his orgasm approaching fast as he had been riled up but untouched the entire time. Nonetheless, it kept building up but somehow never peaked.
“You can cum,” Ayato finally whispered into Thoma’s ears.
Hearing those words, Thoma yelped- almost like a kicked puppy- involuntarily thrusting his hips upward into Ayato’s fist when he came, spilling cum onto the both of them.
Thoma sighed, tired, as fatigue began to wash over him heavily. His head was still resting against Ayato’s shoulder. He was almost always like this, exhausted after an orgasm, on top of all the stress and exertion from the day.
“Let’s get you to bed and cleaned up, alright?” Ayato said, rubbing circles in the small of Thoma’s back.
“N-no, I think I should do that,” Thoma replied, yawning.
“It’s okay, there’s two of me tonight, so let me take care of it,” Ayato insisted, looking ahead at his clone on the far end of the futon.
“If you say so,” Thoma agreed easily, almost dozing off on Ayato’s chest.
As Thoma began to fall asleep, he could hear words of praise, telling him he did a good job and that he did well. He could feel two wet warm kisses on either of his cheek. He couldn’t which was the real Ayato was which was the copy but he couldn’t care at this point.
The Ayatos helped clean Thoma up and dressed him in a yukata before putting him back to sleep, once more sandwiched in between their bodies.
Thoma knew this because he woke up once in the middle of the night, sweaty, to find himself pressed in between the two Ayatos. He ended up falling back asleep with his face buried in one Ayato’s chest and the other Ayato spooning him from behind.
Thoma woke up the next morning, still on Ayato’s futon with the sun already shining through the gaps in the window. Afraid that he might have overslept, Thoma immediately jolted straight up.
“Archons, I need to start with breakfast already,” Thoma worried, pushing the blanket off.
“Go back to sleep. I had the other servants take care of today’s affairs,” Ayato was heard saying, groggily from behind him.
Thoma turned around him to see Ayato, still half-asleep behind him.
“Where is the other one?” Thoma asked.
“He’s gone. The leylines reset once a day, remember? So he disappeared when they did,” The revealed to be real Ayato answered, his eyes still closed.
“I see,” Thoma responded, unsure how to feel about that.
Thoma then saw Ayato’s face turn into that of a smile. Ayato spoke, “There’s only one of me now so I hope you can still like me as much. I hope I didn’t put up your expectations too high from last night.”
“O-of course, why wouldn’t I like you as you are. I’ve always liked you even when you were just one person,” Thoma assured, slightly flustered.
Ayato laughed, opening his eyes as he remained laying on the futon. He smiled back at Thoma, “I’m glad you feel that way because, after that, I realized that I have a lot more to prove to you.”
Thoma couldn’t help but smile, happy by what Ayato had to tell him. Once more, as the loyal servant, he abided by the orders given to him. He went back to sleep, snuggling into Ayato who embraced him with his arms.