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When Kaveh blinks into consciousness, he is first aware of the presence above him, hovering like a predator seizing its prey. He flutters his eyelashes in an attempt to clear his vision and finds that the presence is none other than Alhaitham’s.
He’d been having wet dreams of his roommate lately. Now, that just sounds insane, but he’s honestly gotten accustomed to it. You typically become desensitized to something after enough times experiencing it, and at this point, Kaveh embraces these dreams as the best part about falling asleep.
Sometimes he’s just having visions of his roommate in mildly scandalous and lewd scenarios, but other times, Alhaitham is above him, looking at him hungrily, whispering in his ear, pumping deep in him. He shivers as he gets a better look at the hazy image of his roommate, and finds that there’s something peculiar about him.
“Haitham, you…” he trails off before even realizing it. “You look… off.”
This Alhaitham has a pair of crimson eyes, so deep but bright, almost as if shining in the dim room. “Do I?” he drawls, taking one of Kaveh’s hands and bringing it up to his cheek, nuzzling into it. “Sorry, your Haitham can’t attend to you at the moment.”
There’s something else, Kaveh notices, because they’re both already half naked and the man above him rolls his hips, grinding deliciously on Kaveh’s erection and he moans shamelessly.
“My… Haitham…?” Kaveh’s hands tighten around his shoulders as he bucks his hips with each grind, letting out little whines through the fog clouding his mind.
There’s another Haitham? Kaveh’s brain supplies. This is a new scenario, but does that matter when the handsome visage of his roommate is already on top of him? All he knows is that he wants this and he wants this now.
“Mmhm. He’s having… reservations, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” This Alhaitham speaks into his ear, sliding his hands down Kaveh’s torso and settling on his waist. “Will you let me?”
Kaveh nods rapidly, wanting nothing more than this at the moment, letting himself get lost in the pleasure that he may only indulge in when he’s asleep.
Alhaitham chuckles knowingly before moving to capture Kaveh’s lips in a passionate kiss. It’s searing and much too close to the ones Kaveh fantasizes about, except it just feels so real.
He had not dreamed this vividly in quite a while.
Alhaitham pries his mouth open with but a pinch at one of his nipples, making his leg jerk up and Alhaitham takes the opportunity to wrap it around his hip. Kaveh whines as his tongue met Alhaitham’s, and he does not fight it as Alhaitham claims his mouth, desperate to taste everything of Kaveh.
When they break apart, it’s with a sharp gasp as Kaveh’s bottom lip catches between Alhaitham’s teeth, biting and dragging as he pulls away until the tender flesh slips out and bounces into place.
Kaveh doesn’t register the blood until he tastes iron on his tongue and Alhaitham looks almost proud, ruby eyes glinting as they meet his own, lips pulled into a smirk the way Kaveh hasn’t seen before. Alhaitham drags a hand between their bodies, trailing the line of soft hair under Kaveh’s navel until firm fingers wrap around his cock and Kaveh moans.
He had not been touched in a long time, and this feels far too real for comfort, but fuck if he’s backing out now. Alhaitham’s smirk only grows as he thumbs the tip leaking with precum, Kaveh’s hips twitching with each stroke as Alhaitham uses the wetness to ease the glide.
“You’re so wet already, and I haven’t even done anything to you,” he marvels darkly. Then, there’s a flash of something close to depraved as he chuckles, “Are you secretly a whore?”
As a response, Kaveh whines into his neck and bucks his hips more, uncaring of how unbecoming it really is.
“You like that, hm,” Alhaitham says like he knows it, and Kaveh shuts his eyes tight as Alhaitham leans closer to his ear. “Do you like to be treated like a dirty whore?”
Kaveh can’t even think anymore, he nods for anything that’ll quench the fire in his gut, boiling at those words he’d never heard from Alhaitham before. He never thought he’d enjoy being degraded of all things. “Yes, please, yes.”
Alhaitham leans slightly to his side as the hand on Kaveh’s cock loosens, instead opting to trail down his perineum until he finds the rim of his tight little hole. Alhaitham licks his lips as he toys and teases it for a moment, almost pushing it but not quite, and Kaveh cannot even find it in himself to be embarrassed. Is there a point?
The promise of more only turns him on as a long finger finally slips through the tight ring of muscle and Kaveh bucks towards it. Alhaitham doesn’t even care to start slow, pushing it all the way to the last knuckle and Kaveh can feel a sharp pain at the forced stretch, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, but it feels so good at the same time.
Alhaitham pumps the finger breezily, simply testing Kaveh’s reactions before pressing another one alongside the other, stretching the ring of muscles further with every little push. His fingers nudge at Kaveh’s prostate just then and he practically squeals, his legs jerking.
“Look at yourself,” Alhaitham croons. “Do you spread your legs like this for every guy that wants to fuck you? Your little hole is even stretching for me.”
Kaveh shakes his head, but the words don’t even register in his head when he hears them, overcome with adrenaline for the cruel words, the fingers pumping, stretching his hole—
Just then, Alhaitham slowly stops his hand, but his fingers remain inside as Kaveh clenches around them and blinks tearily in confusion.
“Someone finally decided to join us,” he announces, turning over his shoulder to glare at yet another spitting image of Alhaitham, this one with more familiar verdant eyes.
Kaveh gulps, thinking fantasy has been so close to him all along as his thighs part even more, unconsciously.
It does a spectacular job at showcasing the view between his legs, of the crimson-eyed Alhaitham beginning to thrust his fingers into him again, the sudden motion catching Kaveh off-guard as he whimpers while the other watches warily from the end of the bed.
“You should’ve done this long ago, Alhaitham,” the crimson-eyed says, taunting his other self, returning his attention to Kaveh who feels so small and vulnerable at this moment. “Look how easy he is.”
“Watch yourself,” Alhaitham near growls.
Holy shit? Holy shit. There were two Alhaithams, and they are staring each other down as Kaveh lay dumbly on the sheets, spread open like the meat on a food bowl that two dogs were fighting over.
Then, the fingers inside him pull out and he whines at the loss all for a moment as this Alhaitham moves to his opposite side and whispers in his ear. Kaveh barely registers it in his haze.
The other– the real Alhaitham looks between them as his doppelganger moves his lips away from Kaveh’s ear slowly, and then Kaveh is reaching a hand out to him— fuck.
“Haitham…”
The mewl that comes out of Kaveh, of his name, is a delightful invitation to join in.
Alhaitham was a weak, weak man, and with his other self practically taunting him with a mere stare — come on, you know you want to.
Yes, he does. He wants it so much.
So Alhaitham surrenders the last of his right mind to taking Kaveh’s hand as he pulls him in slowly, and then Alhaitham is crawling onto the bed, on the other side of his clone still watching the turn of events with a disgusting smirk.
“I’m right here,” Alhaitham whispers back to his lover, who’s pulling him in by the nape to lean even closer, the same with his clone.
Alhaitham kisses Kaveh before his other self gets to, feeling warm in his core as Kaveh moans into it, entirely too pleased with this outcome and Alhaitham doesn’t even know why he hesitated; why he hadn’t taken Kaveh sooner had he been this desperate.
Alhaitham would give it all to Kaveh. He could fuck him so good, in every way Kaveh wanted, and then there’s the voice of someone that mirrors his own as a pair of deep crimson eyes stare at him, chuckling to no one in particular.
Alhaitham cannot shake the feeling that this will turn out as a sort of competition, now that his other self has Kaveh’s neck bared, biting and licking bruises freely when that should be him and not—
“Me?” his other self speaks. As if reading his thoughts. It made sense how he could. After all, they are one and the same.
What he wants of Kaveh, his other self desires.
His other self leaves a bruising kiss on Kaveh’s collarbone, one that makes Kaveh gasp and break the kiss, before abandoning it all together, opting to move lower. Alhaitham takes the opportunity to move into Kaveh’s space, lifting his upper body slightly to slip under it as Kaveh now rests on his chest, and his doppelganger is still training his eyes on him as he maps kisses down Kaveh’s body, to his thighs.
Kaveh shudders as the crimson-eyed kisses the soft meat of his thigh. Alhaitham does not back out. He tips Kaveh’s chin to the side with a hand and latches his lips onto his neck, where his other self had not defiled.
Kaveh is losing his mind. While the red-eyed Alhaitham bites and sucks bruises all over his thighs, persistent on ruining every inch, his Alhaitham is kissing his neck; kissing along the line of his shoulder, grazing his teeth on the skin there, yet it’s dizzying all the same.
He only becomes distinctly aware of the other Alhaitham as cold, slick fingers trace around his loose rim again. His Alhaitham is still kissing all over his neck as the other enters him again with two fingers at the same time, ripping a startled moan out of him. It does not burn anymore, rather, it only works to further stir the heat in his gut as they begin pumping harshly in and out of him.
In moments, Kaveh is already panting, thighs twitching around the hand digging deep into him. His own arm is slung around his Alhaitham’s head, pulling him impossibly closer in, desperate for any touch that could sate this want inside him.
It doesn’t help that each thrust makes a wet sound that’s undoubtedly putting a deep blush on Kaveh’s cheeks and ears. Gods, he will go insane before they get to the good part. So desperately, he rocks his hips into the fingers scissoring in his hole, stretching him for a third one and he nearly wails.
“Hai…tham… I want you… in… please?” Kaveh pleas, teary-eyed, at the man with half his hand inside him.
“I am, though?” He’s teasing and he knows it, he will do whatever it takes to break Kaveh, drive him insane, just for sick, self-imposed pleasure.
Kaveh gasps and exhales brokenly at a particularly harsh thrust right to his prostate and a tear falls down his cheek. “Not– not enough.”
The tear is wiped by a thumb, by his Alhaitham, who kisses the track that gets left behind after, a stark contrast of loving kindness compared to the other, cruelling teasing to the brink of madness.
“Do you really deserve more?” He lilts, leaning closer to Kaveh’s face, taking the older man’s chin between his thumb and forefinger with his free hand. “Do you? Tell me, slut.”
Kaveh nods, hiccuping. “I-I’ll be good… Please…”
In an act of mercy, perhaps, the crimson-eyed Alhaitham licks up his tears with a devilish smirk. “Yes, I have confidence that you will.”
Then, the fingers are leaving him again and Kaveh gasps as the feeling of fullness disappears just like that. Kaveh could barely collect himself before he was flipped onto his stomach. At the same time, his Alhaitham sits up and leans against the headboard so that he comes face-to-face with Kaveh.
Those green eyes are transfixed on him, glazed over with a kind of softness behind the hunger as Kaveh allows his chin to be tipped up.
“Do not treat him so carelessly,” Alhaitham notes to his other self, brows furrowed the slightest bit. Kaveh listens to the sound of clothes being discarded behind him and gulps as the same voice replies to him.
“You can stuff his mouth for me, then,” the crimson-eyed says, almost imperiously, as he hitches Kaveh’s hips up and pushes his ass cheeks apart to reveal his loose, waiting hole, relishing in the moan Kaveh lets out then.
Alhaitham almost growls, holding Kaveh’s face close, whose eyes have already glazed over, looking fucked out before his other self is even inside. “Not for you.”
“Suit yourself,” his clone scoffs, lining up his cock with Kaveh’s entrance as the smaller man trembles all over and he drapes his body over Kavehʼs curved back to lean into his ear, “I really am lucky, Kaveh. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
For some reason, the words make Kavehʼs heart flutter as the cock finally pushes into him. “I-I… nngh!”
Kavehʼs hands fist in the sheets as he thrusts in all the way to the hilt in a smooth motion, pulling Kavehʼs hips back as he pushes through the slight resistance because no amount of fingers could stretch him well enough for this.
A pleased sigh escapes the man, the devious smirk coming back on his lips. “Still so tight… thatʼs a good hole.”
Kaveh whimpers at being objectified to a mere hole, but does not argue against it as he pulls out almost all the way and then pushes back in hard, knocking anything Kaveh wants to say off his tongue with a moan.
As his other self begins fucking Kaveh, Alhaitham studies his expressions, the way he looks so irresistible and lost in pleasure, and Alhaitham becomes so aware of just how hard he is by watching the spitting image of himself take Kaveh apart from the inside, fucking him so good that Kaveh can only let out babbled sounds as the pace picks up.
He canʼt hold it in anymore. Alhaitham pulls his pants down to free his erection, already leaking at the tip, and strokes it lazily with his lip between his teeth while his other self slaps Kavehʼs ass, hard enough for the sound to reverberate around them and Kaveh cries out in a twisted combination of pain and pleasure.
His clone looks at him, then, with a stare that says, are you just going to sit there and watch?
So with a shuddered breath, Alhaitham places himself on his knees and holds out his cock in front of Kavehʼs lips, parted with each soft sound coming out of him, smacks of skin in between the thrusts. Alhaitham brushes golden hair away from Kavehʼs face as he licks at the leaking arousal before taking Alhaithamʼs cock into his mouth, and itʼs heavenly.
The position works in his favor as Kaveh, with his lithe form, gets pushed with every thrust that his other self delivers, and with it, takes more of his cock every time, like a good hole would.
He catches himself thinking about it as one particularly hard push has Kaveh moaning around the cock in his mouth, taking a bit too much and choking on it.
“Careful,” Alhaitham whispers, holding Kavehʼs hair back for him. Even then, Kaveh persists, even taking more still as he wills himself to relax his throat just so Alhaitham could fuck it.
“Fuck, Kaveh, you’re so…” he curses, feeling his restraint wear off by the second. Kaveh groans in response and it sends vibrations to his cock, tethering him closer to his orgasm.
When Kaveh comes, completely untouched, just by the cock lodged in his hole, itʼs with a violent shudder, and thatʼs enough to send Alhaitham over the edge, too, as he cums all in Kavehʼs mouth. His other self follows soon after, thrusts becoming sloppy until heʼs spilling in Kaveh.
They donʼt bask in the afterglow for long as the other Alhaitham pulls out and leaves Kaveh limping forward towards his Alhaitham, who pulls his cock out of his mouth, following suit, and watches mesmerized at the trail of spit that connects them before breaking off. With Kaveh panting heavily, Alhaitham can see that he had swallowed all his cum, and also his other selfʼs currently dripping out of him.
Something about it riles Alhaitham up enough that he is not even softening. He pulls Kaveh up into a sloppy kiss, speaking the word of praise with his mouth.
“Did I… do good?” Kaveh mumbles as they pull apart.
“Very good,” Alhaitham assures with a soft smile.
Even when heʼs wrecked, Kaveh is the most beautiful person for Alhaitham. With tears running down his face, flushed with heat and arousal, and spit coating his lips, he is the image of perfection.
“Haitham, take me,” Kaveh pleas, desperation clear in his voice.
Alhaitham frowns a little at that. “But you just—”
He barely catches his other self rolling his eyes at the sight in front of him before reaching toward them. “Here, Iʼll do you a favor.”
Alhaitham watches mutely as his other self manhandles Kaveh to lay on his back, legs spread, baring everything and vulnerable in every way.
“Go on, you know you want him.”
He does. Like this, Kaveh is helpless against anything that comes to him. Like this, Alhaitham could spend his time taking Kaveh apart, scrutinizing every detail as he fucks his senior like he dreamed.
The thoughts are enough to rile him up as he positions himself between Kavehʼs parted thighs, leaning down to kiss each of his knees, but observing with a kind of deep annoyance the way thereʼs still cum trickling out of his hole. Cum thatʼs not his. He ought to do something about that.
Itʼs with that, that Alhaitham lines himself up and pushes into Kaveh in one go, the glide being smooth enough thanks to the work that has been done. Not that he is grateful about it. If he cannot undo what’s been done, then he will simply have to turn it over and fuck Kaveh full of his own cum.
Kaveh mewls, pleased, as he gets filled once more with his Alhaithamʼs thick cock, lodging itself all the way in him. He could even see how deep it goes, bulging in his belly and he shivers as Alhaitham moves, pulling out slightly to push back in, not missing the way the other Alhaitham’s cum spurts out of him with each hard thrust.
Alhaitham fucks him hard and fast with the singular goal of replacing all of it in mind, and Kaveh can only lay there and take it as more cum spills between their bodies, running down Kaveh’s ass and onto the bedsheets. He throws his head back and cries out as Alhaitham finds his prostate and abuses it, knocking sharp sounds out of Kaveh with each thrust.
While Alhaitham picks up a punishing pace, burying himself in the tight heat of Kavehʼs hole over and over, plucking pieces of Kaveh’s right mind with each thrust, Kaveh’s view is of the other Alhaitham, smirking down at him.
He watches dazedly as those crimson eyes gaze hungrily into him while the man jerks himself off with the view of his other self fucking Kaveh. Kaveh’s eyes follow the movement of his hand, mesmerized by how that had just been inside him, and it is the same cock that’s marking itself in him now, as he shudders.
In mere minutes, the crimson-eyed Alhaitham finishes with cum spilling in bouts from the tip of his cock and Kaveh catches the lot of it in his mouth. It pleases the man as a smug look comes over him once more. He reaches down and wipes some of the mess that got on Kaveh’s pretty face with a thumb, then pushes the thumb between Kaveh’s lips, sucking it off ardently.
“Look at you, still eager for cum, even now. Have you been completely fucked stupid?” he asks cruelly, just as the thumb leaves Kaveh’s mouth slightly but not entirely, pushing down on soft flesh to part his lips, then spits in his mouth. “Cock whore.”
Kaveh lets out a choked whine at that. He pushes Kaveh’s jaw close and watches his throat bob as he swallows, lips pulling up in satisfaction.
With Alhaitham railing him unrelentingly, Kaveh can’t even speak anymore, grasping uselessly at the sheets, babbling incoherent words and moans into the air. It isn’t long until he’s pushed over the edge again just like that, untouched, coming all over himself.
The thrusts slowly ease until a familiar heat fills him up again. His legs jerk at the feeling of Alhaitham’s cock pumping him full of cum anew, the feeling of being stuffed never quite leaving him through all of this.
And he’s so out of it, so fucked out good, but he still wants more. It’s like he’s been hit with an aphrodisiac, and all his senses screamed for more.
“Kaveh.”
Hearing the sound of his name is enough for him to summon his strength. Weakly, he pushes himself up, feeling the cum on his body streak down as he climbs onto Alhaitham’s lap who embraces him, burying his head into his neck.
“There you are, my light,” Alhaitham croons.
Kaveh sighs at the feeling of fingers treading his sweat-drenched hair, so gentle compared to the way this man handled him just now when he was inside him, but beneath the softness of this gesture, Kaveh still needs more, and they will give him what he wants.
He presses his entire body up against Alhaitham’s, rocking his hips weakly and feeling the arm around him tighten. At this, he can hear a chuckle rumbling from behind, almost forgetting the fact that they were not the only two alone in the room.
“Still not enough?” a different hand comes around his throat, lifting his head up to gaze at a pair of red eyes and a knowing smirk. Kaveh shakes his head.
“I want— both… both of you…” he says through his panting. “B-Both of you… inside…”
Kaveh’s eyes fall shut and for a moment, trembles overcome him as silence falls between the three of them. He doesn’t even know who moved first, but the bed shifts behind him and Kaveh falls freely into the crimson-eyed Alhaitham’s chest with his Alhaitham’s arms around him gone.
“Don’t worry, we’ll give you what you want,” the clone says, and Kaveh sighs happily. He’s so tired, but he couldn’t be more thrilled for more. The promise of them both filling him, at once.
Carefully, he’s maneuvered so that he’s resting on his knees, parted, still leaning up against the other Alhaitham’s chest. His cock gets caught on Kaveh’s gaping rim and Kaveh loses all words except babbles of please, please, please.
He’s lost it, but he’s too far overcome with ecstasy to back out. So slowly, a pair of hands on his waist — he doesn’t know to whom they belong to — lowers him down to take the thick cock, inch by inch, until he’s completely impaled on it and he simply mewls in delight with no more pain to overshadow the pleasure.
The bed shifts again, but this time it’s from his front, as another pair of hands cup his face and pulls him in for a kiss. His Haitham. He pushes back against the kiss as best as he can, but lets his lover take the lead as his lips part and the hands on his waist begin moving him. It’s so good, he doesn’t think he’ll ever recover from this.
Sure, Kaveh has dreamed about being fucked by Alhaitham plenty. It happens every other night, coming over him like a misty haze of blending sensations and overwhelming pleasure, and then he’ll just wake up feeling his pants a bit sticky. But now, there are two pairs of hands both belonging to Alhaitham, one with dashing crimson eyes, even deeper than his own, and they are relentless in their pursuit to completely undo the threads that weave Kaveh’s sanity together.
In the middle of the kiss, a finger joins in, teasing his rim, stretched around the cock plunged deep in his heat. Kaveh wills himself to relax as that finger slips in alongside the cock and stretches him impossibly wider.
“Breathe, Kaveh,” a kind voice says, followed by a chuckle from another, more maniacal one as the pace picks up, and for a moment, he’s afraid that he’d cum again, already. His mouth hangs open, but no sounds come out but choked moans.
Another finger joins the first, gently easing him into the stretch, then another, and then it begins to burn. The pain, however, could not discourage him anymore. He wants it more than anything — to be filled so full and deep until his eyes roll back to the back of his head, until he passes out from everything being too much.
“Ah– Haitham, please… in me…” he weakly begs, and there’s a soft curse before a strong chest comes to press against his lean figure.
Both of them are so close, he’s practically sandwiched by the time another cock presses against his rim while he’s being lifted up, his hole barely clenching around the first one when he’s lowered again and both cocks enter him. He’s burning inside by the time he successfully takes the plunge.
Despite himself, he giggles. He’s so full he feels like he could tear but he’s so, so happy. There are a pair of lips on his again that swallow his laughter as they begin to bounce him between them, groaning with the sheer tightness and heat of his hole, being fucked by two cocks at once.
Kaveh can only hold on for dear life as a pace is set, straining his knees even with how the hands on his waist work to support his weight and both men sandwiching him letting out their own sounds that please him all too much. It quickly becomes overwhelming as they find an angle that makes the slide smoother and Kaveh cries out with every punch to his prostate, tears falling freely down his cheeks.
He’s never going back down from this, from the feeling of being entirely too full but feeling so wonderful all the same, between two men from the deepest parts of his fantasies. When he manages to pry his eyes open, he’s glad it’s to his Alhaitham’s verdant eyes, panting as their tongues meet while the other works to move him on both their cocks.
He’s so painfully hard and so desperate to cum despite having done so twice already, simply eager to be pumped full by the end of this he’ll feel it in his gut.
“Fill me– up, please.”
“We know,” Alhaitham whispers. “I love you,” he confesses, in a moment of honesty, and his doppelganger smirks at the mere possessiveness of such an oath. Unfortunately for him, Kaveh is barely responsive anymore, tethering on the edge of consciousness and unconsciousness.
In moments, Alhaitham tips over his orgasm at the same time as his other self, filling Kaveh up to the brim, just as he wished. With his hole so tightly plugged with both of them, their cum is stored nicely in him, Alhaitham could even spot a slight bump in Kaveh’s lower abdomen with how it bloats the smaller man, Alhaitham has to swear under his breath.
His other self slowly lifts Kaveh off of them, the smaller man squirming in the process, as cum begins to drip out of his gaping hole. Alhaitham gently takes him and kisses him all over his face — who knows if he’s really conscious at this point — Alhaitham simply wants to love and worship him.
Seeing this, his doppelganger moves away from the lovers and off the bed with an unreadable expression, picking up pieces of clothing without another word spoken.
***
“He’s going to wake up and realize this isn’t a dream,” his other self tells him after he’s dressed. “Are you prepared to face him then?”
Alhaitham huffs, half-laying on the cleaned bed with Kaveh resting on top of him, breathing softly as he sleeps. “It’s too late to have regrets.”
It does nag somewhere in Alhaitham’s mind, the prospect of how this is what Kaveh fantasizes about in his sleep, being fucked by two of him at once, and he’d have to think about how to talk to him after, but he does not have regrets. He’s willing to cross any bridges for Kaveh, including the already-broken walls of their intimacy.
“So you understand,” his other self smiles, satisfied, pulling up his gloves as the last pieces of clothing he discarded. “Well, this has been entertaining. I must go now that my job is done.”
It’s easy to conjecture — the corrupted, spitting image of himself, coming into reality — now that Alhaitham has cleared his mind. His doppelganger is the embodiment of all his desires, the one that wants to take Kaveh, claim him as he should have a long time ago; the one to push him into crossing the line between himself and Kaveh; the one to erase his doubts about the nature of their relationship, when all he’s ever wanted was Kaveh.
Well, he showed him that Kaveh does, indeed, want him, doubts aside. Alhaitham does not make unnecessary enemies, and whatever the nature of his other self is, he has no qualms about finally getting what he wants, now that Kaveh is in his arms.
In ridicule, Alhaitham asks the obvious question. “Where will you go, then?”
His other self anchors his eyes on him, smirking in smug. “I am you, you know.”
Alhaitham blinks, and he is gone.
He doesn’t get it until there a sharp pain pangs in his head. It’s all too sudden and he has to resist keeling over in this position, squeezing his forehead as the pain subsides into something more comfortable. There’s something else. A voice resounds in his head, eerily close to his own—
“You are me, too.”