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A streak of moonlight peeks through the cracked glass windowpane, getting lost in the brightness of the well-lit living room. You shuffle uncomfortably on the sofa as your eyes flick back and forth between the two men on opposite sides of the coffee table. Your mind tries to rationalize the situation, attempting to convince you that stranger situations have happened, yet none come to mind as you wait in an achingly familiar living room that you simultaneously have and haven’t been in before.
Zayne eyes the man facing him with suspicion, his slim fingertips interlocked contemplatively as though trying to judge his next move. The other man eyes him with an identical expression of cautious appraisal. His resemblance to Zayne was slightly unnerving, from the part of his hair down to the last strand of whiskey bleeding into the green of his irises.
His clothes were all black, save for the tie, which had small white polka dots on it, and his brow was furrowed as he looked at you and Zayne. You clear your throat and attempt to break the silence.
“Sir,” you say, and the man turns his head in your direction. “I’m very sorry that we’ve intruded on your house. But you must understand, we’re just as confused as you are.” You look at Zayne, who imperceptibly nods his head in agreement. Taking encouragement from this, you continue.
“It’s all such a blur. See, Zayne and I were out, trying to look at the lunar eclipse.” You nod towards the window, where the faintest glimpse of the moon was visible, tinged slightly red from the eclipse. “And the next second, we were at your door. Now, I’m not sure why Zayne’s fingerprint was able to open it, but to be honest, this house bears an uncanny resemblance to his.”
You laugh, realizing you sounded crazy, then deciding this night couldn’t get any worse, you attempt a jab at humor. “You two don’t know each other, do you? I mean, you could pass as twins.” You smile, then falter as both men stare stonily at each other. A moment passes before Zayne speaks.
“Know isn’t the right word,” he says in a strained voice, keeping his eyes trained on his doppelganger.
“Agreed,” the man says, his voice identical to Zayne’s intonations. “If anything, we are a figment of each other’s imaginations.”
“Huh?” Confusion scrunches your face.
“I don’t see him often, but he sometimes appears in my dreams.” Zayne’s shoulders are tense, and his jaw is tight. “You’re called Dawnbreaker, correct?”
At the mention of the name, the man’s head jerks up sharply, his eyes narrowing. “Where did you hear that from?”
“That’s what the people call you, whenever you appear in my dreams.”
“Dreams?” Dawnbreaker scoffs. “Or nightmares?”
Zayne’s hand forms a fist, and you look at him empathetically. “Zayne.” You cover his hand with yours, and strangely, Dawnbreaker’s gaze briefly flicks to your interlaced fingers before returning to your face.
“You’ve been having nightmares?”
Zayne sighs. “Not all the time. But when I do have a nightmare, he’s always there.” Zayne jerks his chin at Dawnbreaker.
“What happens in your nightmares, Zayne?” you ask probingly, hoping he wouldn’t brush you off. Zayne’s eyes finally make contact with yours and there’s worry in their depths.
“It’s the same thing. I’ll be doing normal things, like going to work, texting you, and planning an evening together. But I can feel him, right at the periphery. Watching. Then the point of view changes. I’m no longer looking at things with my own eyes but with his.” Zayne looks aggrieved as he recounts his nightmares.
“And each time, I hear begging voices, asking him to help them with their pain. And you killed them.” Zayne’s words are accusatorily and flung at Dawnbreaker, who remains impassive. A chill runs down your spine. You look at the man who could have been a clone of your compassionate boyfriend, and it seems impossible. This man couldn’t be a killer. Could he?
Sadness gathers in Dawnbreaker’s eyes, and he averts his gaze. “I did it to ease their pain. Little can be done when the transformation has gotten that bad.”
“Transformation?” Morbid curiosity fills you, and you look at Dawnbreaker beseechingly, waiting for him to defend himself against Zayne’s accusation.
Dawnbreaker’s expression is unyielding as he assesses Zayne. “It must be so easy for you to judge when you live in an ideal world where Wanderers aren’t a source of infection.”
“Judge?” Zayne’s eyes narrow. “I’d hardly call killing people needing judgment.”
“They were in pain. In your world, your happy, safe world, Wanderers aren’t causes of illness. They can cause destruction, sure, but do they bring disease to your city, like they did to mine?” Dawnbreaker gestures outside his window, where you can just make out the grim silhouette of his version of Linkon City.
“Wanderers don’t carry disease-” Zayne begins, but Dawnbreaker cuts him off.
“They do in my world. And there’s no cure. Once you’re infected, you begin to change into a Wanderer. The process is painful. There’s no slowing it down. You think I’m killing humans for sport? I did those people a merciful favor.”
Zayne is silen,t but it’s obvious he’s shaken by this information. His gaze wanders to Dawnbreaker’s hands, which bear faint, discolored, lines that run across the backs before being lost to the hem of his jacket sleeves. Uncomfortably, he rubs the back of his neck, giving himself time to think.
“If you could end someone’s pain, wouldn’t you do it? Knowing they will suffer, will lose their humanity once the transformation is complete, isn’t a clean death better than being hunted like a beast?”
You consider his words in stunned silence, shuffling awkwardly next to Zayne.
“I don’t turn up in your dreams intentionally.” Dawnbreaker’s voice cuts through the quiet, and both you and Zayne look at him sharply.
“Oh?” Zayne asks with a hint of disbelief.
“It’s out of my hands. I dream when you dream. And your dreams…” Dawnbreaker sighs, as though wondering if he should admit this or not. “Your dreams…are my only respite.” There’s longing in his tone, and you feel a stab of sympathy for him.
Zayne blinks, clearly at a loss for words. “Respite?” he asks, disconcerted.
“Yes. Similar to how you see things through my eyes, I can also see your world through yours.” Dawnbreaker’s expression is so solemn that it makes your heart clench. If Zayne had ever looked that way, you’d instantly be pulling him into a hug. It took every ounce of willpower for you to not comfort Dawnbreaker, because despite it all, you didn’t know him, no matter how much he looked like Zayne.
“I see you going about your day at Akso Hospital. Greeting your coworkers. By the way, I’m also a doctor.” Dawnbreaker adds this last bit of information as an afterthought. He hesitates before continuing. “And…you and I…bear the same name.”
Zayne’s lips part, but no sound comes out as he processes this tidbit. Unperturbed, Dawnbreaker continues.
“Before I was called Dawnbreaker, I was known as Dr. Zayne. Your dreams…allow me to see what my world could have been like if the Wanderers hadn’t caused a plague.”
A pang of sympathy punches you in the gut, and it’s clear that Dawnbreaker’s words are affecting Zayne too. His eyes have softened as he regards what has been said.
“I’m essentially an alternate version of you, Zayne,” Dawnbreaker continues. “Now, I’m not sure how you ended up in my world. It hardly matters. But, may I say something, if you’ll allow it?”
Zayne nods, listening intently.
“Everything you have in your life. Your job, your friends. Her.” Dawnbreaker gestures towards you, and your heart skips a beat. “Don’t take them for granted. You have everything I can only wish for.”
His face carries a haunting expression that makes you ache deep within. What was it in his voice? Regret? Grief? Anguish? They all seemed to mix into something unique as he articulates his tale, like a little songbird vocalizing over a graveyard.
“I know at least in this world, I have to walk my path alone. I will never know the peace you get to experience every day. I didn’t intend to don this mantle of Dawnbreaker. But I was given very little choice in the matter. I didn’t want to be a killer. But knowing what happens to captured Wanderers that were formerly humans…they’re taken away, experimented on, before being stripped for parts, and disposed of like garbage. At least with what I do…”
Dawnbreaker reflexively opens his palm and stares at it, wondering, before continuing in a more resolved voice. “I’m able to grant them a dignified death. Their bodies remain intact and human enough that their families can give them a proper funeral.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m no hero. But I believe this is the best outcome they could have asked for.”
You swallow, feeling a lump in your throat as you do so. Zayne had gone quiet, his mouth a grim line. Beneath the shock and skepticism, you see a familiar flicker of empathy come into his face, the kind he reserved for critical patients without a positive outcome. Somehow, you felt like an outsider as you watched the two men in silence. There was an inexplicable bond between them, and it felt like in the game of circumstance, Dawnbreaker had drawn the short end of the stick. Their roles could have been easily reversed.
Then what? Would it be Zayne sitting opposite you while Dawnbreaker held your hand? Even their scars were identical, each dip of mottled skin exactly placed. You felt for the poor man, trapped in this nightmare that he couldn’t escape. Zayne, at least, got a reprieve when he woke up. You wondered what happened in Dawnbreaker’s dreams on the nights Zayne didn’t have nightmares. Did he sleep dreamlessly? Was that more blissful than peering into a world where it felt like Zayne got everything that he didn’t dare to even think of?
You’re interrupted from your train of thought by Dawnbreaker who suddenly stands up. “It’s late,” he says shortly.
“Are you kicking us out?” Zayne asks tartly, as though he’d been preparing for the boot. Dawnbreaker tsks and shakes his head no.
“Don’t be ridiculous. At this time of night? The Wanderers would pick your bones clean before you even made it to the end of the road.” He looks conflicted, then seemingly finding no other justification, says, “You can stay in the guestroom until you figure out how to get back.”
“Are you sure? We wouldn’t want to intrude.” The words slip out of your lips, and Dawnbreaker looks at you with such intensity that you flush.
“I’d rather not have my doppelganger wandering the roads. It could get very difficult to explain. Stay here for the time being. We’ll figure this out.”
“Thank you,” Zayne says the words with quiet sincerity. “I understand this isn’t ideal.”
“It’s not,” Dawnbreaker agrees easily, and it almost makes you laugh. “Come, I’ll show you where the guestroom is.”
Zayne raises an eyebrow, and this time, you fail to stifle the giggle. Clearly, being told where the guestroom was in his own house was pushing Zayne to his limit. Dawnbreaker’s expression remains neutral but you can’t help but notice the redness in his ears, the same reaction Zayne has when he’s embarrassed.
“We can find it by ourselves, thank you,” Zayne says magnanimously, and Dawnbreaker nods awkwardly.
“Well, good night then.” Zayne takes your hand and starts to lead you away, and you steal a glance over your shoulder at Dawnbreaker who watches you with a look of longing.
“Sleep well,” he says, and that’s the last thing you hear from him before Zayne closes and locks the bedroom door.
Once inside the privacy of the room, Zayne sinks onto the mattress, covering his face with his hands. Sensing the stress he’s carrying, you sit next to him and knead his shoulders, hoping to relieve some of his tension.
“Zayne,” you murmur soothingly, trying to get as close to him as possible. He removes his hands, and you’re startled to see the beginnings of anxiety settling into them, his pupils dilating.
There’s a tinge of distress in his voice as he speaks.
“I don’t remember when I first started seeing Dawnbreaker in my dreams. But each time, all I can remember is being scared. I never imagined that I’d meet him face-to-face. I thought he was something that only existed in my imagination. Like the boogeyman that small children believe is hiding in their closet. I didn’t think he was real.”
You feel your heart clench at the sight of Zayne like this and embrace him, pressing into his back as your arms wrap around his chest. “Yes, I can imagine how disturbing this must be for you.”
“It was one thing to have him exist only in my dreams. Now I find out he’s not only real, but also an alternate version of me? He has my name, he lives in my house, he’s even a doctor. What next? Is he dating an alternate version of you in this world?”
You frown, trying to imagine what you might be like in this dimension. “He didn’t mention an alternate version of me. And Zayne,” you add in a quieter voice, “I don’t think he has anyone in his life.”
Zayne contemplates your words. “What makes you say that?”
“All that talk about not taking the people in your life for granted, including me. I think he’s been by himself for quite some time. It can’t be easy, living with that kind of loneliness. You had Greyson and Yvonne, and even Dr. Noah to talk to. I think Dawnbreaker is alone. Like, alone.” You emphasize the word, and after a moment, Zayne nods his head in understanding.
“That part about him doing the mercy killings for humans. Do you think it’s true that they turn into Wanderers in this world?”
“I don’t see why he would lie about that.”
Broodingly, Zayne continues to speak as though he’s trying to organize the jumble of thoughts in his mind. “It must be awful for him, though. Being a doctor yet unable to save all those people. I know if I were in that situation, I’d definitely find it weighing on my conscience.”
“You feel bad for him.” You state the obvious plainly.
“Of course I do. But at the same time, he makes me uneasy.”
You nod, then press a kiss to the nape of his neck. “Well, we’re stuck here. Worrying doesn’t make any sense. And it doesn’t look like he means us any harm. We’ll find our way out of here.”
Zayne hums, then covers your hands with his. You smile wanly, and Zayne feels the movement against his skin, your warm breath steadying him. “Let’s try to get some sleep. We’ll figure things out in the morning.”
You nod and allow Zayne to pull you under the covers, his hand resting on your back as he draws as close as he can.
“I’m glad I’m not alone,” he mumbles against your hair, and after some time, Zayne manages to fall asleep.
You, on the other hand, struggle. Unwilling to pull away from Zayne’s grasp, you remain as still as you can, but your mind is rolling over the recent events in your head like a washing machine. You understood Zayne’s initial intimidation when it came to Dawnbreaker. No one ever wanted to meet the object of their nightmares. But at the same time, you couldn’t stop thinking about Dawnbreaker’s existence.
Some part of you pitied him. You wondered what it must feel like to be the person people find to meet their ultimate end. And with no one to talk to, hiding his identity, and pretending he was a normal person, how was Dawnbreaker even functioning on the whole?
Then there was the fact that he and Zane were absolute physical copies of each other. It was a double whammy, at least for you, to see the face of the person you loved so dearly in so much torment. When you had met Zayne, you hadn’t imagined loving anyone else as fiercely as you loved him. Zayne was yours, inextricably, irrevocably, inexplicably. You understood killing, because deep down, you knew you’d kill for Zayne. Anything that tried to harm him would need to go through you. But how were you supposed to protect him, console him, from himself?
Dawnbreaker didn’t seem like a threat, but the fear in Zayne’s body was real. You hear the sound of his peaceful breathing, and your heart constricts. The most precious thing in your life was asleep in your arms. And his twin was right outside that door.
You’re not sure how long you were awake, but soon a fragile light filtered through the curtains. Dawn had broken on Dawnbreaker’s house. You carefully pull away from Zayne’s embrace and pad out of the room.
You almost jump in shock when you see Dawnbreaker seated on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hands. His eyes look at you over wire-rimmed glasses, appearing vexed.
“Why do you keep reacting like I don’t live here?” he asks dryly, setting his coffee down. You blush, realizing he was right, although you couldn’t quite explain why you were so jittery around him; he hadn’t shown any behavior thus far to do so.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…Zayne’s asleep in the bedroom, and then I find you in here. It’s all very uncanny.”
Dawnbreaker nods then gestures at the living room. “Would you like to sit?”
You hesitate, then gingerly sit down at the same spot you were in last night.
“Why are you up so early? Don’t tell me you’re a night owl.”
“An astute observation.” Dawnbreaker’s lips twitch, and he sips more coffee. “I have an early shift at the hospital.”
“Ah. You and Zayne are alike in that manner.” You glance out the glass doors that lead to the balcony. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve woken up and he’s already left for work. Barely makes a sound.”
“How considerate of him. I imagine it would be more difficult for him to leave if you’re awake.”
You frown at the comment. “Why’s that?”
Dawnbreaker seems to consider his words before carefully continuing. “Well, I think that if you were awake, he’d be very tempted to stay and talk. Or perhaps do nothing and just hold your hand. It’s not easy to leave behind the person you love, no matter how short or temporary it may be. At least, that’s how I’d feel.”
As the last few words leave his lips, Dawnbreaker’s eyes widen, and he hastily busies himself with his coffee cup. You observe a faint flush creeping up his neck and into his ears.
He drains his cup then straightens. Avoiding eye contact, he briskly says, “I’m not sure what my schedule looks like. But I’ll definitely be back tonight. There’s food in the fridge. And please don’t go outside. This isn’t the Linkon City you’re used to.”
Before you could respond, Dawnbreaker had already grabbed his coat and was at the door. It clicks shut, and you’re left in silence, wondering what had just happened.
The day was spent in a whirlwind of thought. Towards the evening, your brain felt like a dried sponge left in the sun for too long, wrinkled and desiccated, as you went through the events with Zayne again.
“Zayne, please,” you begged, looking for a break. “We have talked and talked and talked, and I can’t think of anything else to add.” You lie back on the sofa, shielding your face from the rays of the setting sun.
“You made me try resonating with random things in the house, hoping it would cause a tear in between the dimensions, and nothing worked. As remarkable as the situation is, Dawnbreaker’s house is a normal house, with perfectly normal items.”
Nonplussed, Zayne looks at your supine form and sighs. “You’re right, as much as I hate to admit it. We’ve been at this for hours. Let’s refresh our minds. Would you like some tea?”
Zayne walks into the kitchen to boil the kettle. “What time did Dawnbreaker say he’d be back?”
You shake your head. “I don’t know. He didn’t mention.”
“Hmph. If he got pulled into a last-minute surgery…” His eyes flick to the large clock mounted on the wall. “We can forget about seeing him before midnight.”
Right on cue, you hear a ping from the front door as it unlocks, revealing Dawnbreaker, who’s holding several bags.
“Did you go shopping?” You ask him as he sets them down on the living room carpet. He nods, his glasses slightly askew. He sniffs the air curiously.
“Tea? How delightful,” he comments before seeing Zayne standing before the stove. Zayne raises an eyebrow at him.
“Yes, I know how to brew tea,” he says patronizingly, and Dawnbreaker scoffs, but doesn’t comment. Even though Dawnbreaker posed them no threat, Zayne still seemed to be wary of the man.
“I picked up a few things for both of you.” Dawnbreaker hands you the bags, and you peek inside, spying toiletries and some clothes.
“Thank you,” you say gratefully.
“I had to guess some of your sizes, so my apologies if some things don’t fit quite right.”
Zayne carries a tray laden with 3 cups of steaming tea and puts them on the coffee table. When Dawnbreaker stares at him, Zayne smirks, some of his usual sass coming back.
“Despite our introductions, I’m not a barbarian.” He pushes a cup towards Dawnbreaker, who sips it with dignity.
“You said it, not me,” he says stiffl,y and Zayne rolls his eyes before settling next to you. He rummages through the bags.
“I’d Venmo you but…I don’t think my bank supports interdimensional transactions,” he quips, and miraculously, Dawnbreaker smiles at him. You feel hope blossom in your chest as you see the small interaction, and there’s a brief moment of peace, until Zayne looks further into the bag and his eyes darken.
“Why did you buy panties for my girlfriend?” Zayne asks in quiet anger as he tears his gaze away from the bag, glaring at Dawnbreaker.
Dawnbreaker calmly puts down the teacup, although he looks chagrined. You, on the other hand, would have turned a brilliant shade of red.
“He didn’t!” You look at Dawnbreaker. “Did you?”
With an effort, Dawnbreaker manages to compose his voice into a tone of practicality. “Zayne, be serious. It’s an essential item she’ll need. I wasn’t exactly out buying thongs.”
“Ok, stop it! Both of you.” You snatch the bag from Zayne’s hand, blushing furiously, but you weren’t sure who you were upset with. You direct your words at both of them.
“Dawnbreaker, thank you, but you should have asked first. And Zayne,” you round on him, and Zayne’s eyes widen at your demeanor. “Thank you for being chivalrous, but I did need new underwear anyway. Now, if you two don’t mind, I’d rather not be here if all you’re going to do is try to one-up each other!”
And with that, you flee, but not before you hear Zayne address the elephant in the room.
“How did you know what kind to buy anyway?” His voice is dripping with distaste, and you freeze in the hallway where they can’t see you. Dawnbreaker responds after a gap in a constrained voice.
“You always dream about the same ones. It wasn’t hard.”
You cover your mouth to muffle the groan of humiliation that leaves your throat before disappearing into the guestroom. After what felt like an eternity, you hear the door being cracked, and Zayne enters. He looks sheepishly at you while you stare crossly at him from the bed.
“I’m sorry if I overreacted.” He mumbles and gathers you in his arms. You’re about to reply snarkily, but feel the bite drain out of you as his chin rests on top of your head.
“I thought you’d come sooner. Were you guys still talking after I left?”
Zayne’s embrace tightens suddenly, and you look at him curiously.
“What?”
Zayne looks conflicted as to whether or not to tell you, and you give him a little shake. “C’mon! Nothing could top being given panties from a stranger.”
He runs a hand down the back of his neck. “You might be surprised.”
You freeze. “What?”
Zayne looks uncomfortable, his eyes darting about the room as though trying to decide what to fix his gaze on. You push him away and flash him a warning look. Giving up, he divulges the information.
“I was asking him what other…things he saw in my dreams.”
You freeze. “...Oh.” Dreading the answer, you ask anyway. “And?”
Zayne looks ashamed as he admits the words. “Well, I dream of you. A lot to be honest.” He smiles reassuringly, but it’s feeble in quality. “And sometimes those dreams aren’t…PG.”
Your heartbeat quickens, and you avert your eyes, although you didn’t find this surprising. “Well, that’s normal, right? Couples sometimes dream…spicy things about each other.”
“Yes, but…You’re completely naked in my dreams. And I’ve dreamt of us making love, of…giving you oral.” Zayne’s face is a brilliant shade of siren red, and he fiddles with the edge of the blanket. “And Dawnbreaker has unknowingly been privy to those dreams.”
You feel all the color drain from your face. “What?” You point at the closed door. “Dawnbreaker has seen me naked?”
Zayne nods emphatically, and you cover your face in shame, wishing the earth would swallow you whole.
“Oh my god! That’s so…so…” You struggle to think of a word.
“Violating?” Zayne suggests, and you nod vigorously.
“Yes! I mean…that’s so disturbing, watching your dreams, those dreams, like it’s some kind of adult video! How can I face him? How-” You cut off abruptly as you notice Zayne’s lacking demeanor.
“Why aren’t you angrier?” You ask, and there’s conflict in his expression.
“I completely understand your reaction. And it’s valid, 100% warranted. I felt the exact way you’re feeling right now when he told me. However…” His voice trails, and you press him.
“Yes?”
“I genuinely don’t think he did it on purpose. I mean…he has no control over it. He only saw it because I was dreaming it. And it’s difficult to wake up from a dream. You get what I’m saying?”
You take a moment to consider, feeling chills ripple down your body at the thought that a man you had met less than a day ago knew intimately how your body looked. You cross your arms, as though trying to cover yourself, like Dawnbreaker could somehow see you right now.
“Dawnbreaker and I spoke at length, and he explained himself and his situation. He doesn’t mean any harm. It just so happens to be a set of rare and unique circumstances.” Zayne reaches out to pull you back against him, and you do so willingly.
“I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About him being lonely. After our talk today, I’m starting to think you’re right. He has been on his own for quite a while.” His hand caresses your back. “I don’t like that he knows what you look like. But at the same time, it’s out of his hands.”
You hide your face in Zayne’s neck as he speaks. He sighs, and it ruffles your hair. “Just pretend it was me.”
“Excuse me?” You squawk, dumbfounded.
“I mean. Technically speaking, he is me. Perhaps, we can deal with this by pretending it was me? Does that make you feel a little better?”
You consider, and strangely enough, it does. Thinking of Dawnbreaker as an interdimensional version of Zayne made it less awkward than thinking of him as a stranger. “Yeah. It’s just another you.” Your nose settles into the slope of his shoulder, and he tenderly strokes your hair.
“For the record, I’m also very weirded out by this situation. I feel like a voyeur and an exhibitionist at the same time.”
You burst out laughing, feeling your shoulders shake with pure mirth. After all the gathering tension, it was freeing to laugh like this.“Ah, so I’m dating a pervert.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “How unfortunate.”
There’s humor in Zayne’s eyes as he pulls you closer. “I can only blame you. You bring it out in me.”
You're surprised by the fluid movement of his lips as they trail down your neck, leaving a kiss that feels like a feather was brushed against your skin. You twitch at the tickling sensation, then inhale sharply as Zayne leaves a wet, open-mouthed kiss just below your ear.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “But after all that talking with Dawnbreaker. I need to know you’re mine.” His hands gently trace the contours of your body, slipping under the hem of your shirt and cupping your breasts, sending sparks of heat into your system. You don’t protest as the blood rushes into your ears, humming in your veins, coming alive under his experienced touch.
“Zayne…” His name is a whisper as you feel the familiar rise of liquid heat in your belly, and the quickening of your heartbeat.
“Nothing has made sense in the last 24 hours. But you make sense.” He sucks your neck, leaving a small, red, bruise. “I need you.”
It’s how he says it, with that tone like he’s drowning, and you’re a breath of fresh air bringing him back from the depths. You hiss as he leaves another mark.
“Sorry.” Zayne soothes the sting with a soft, wet lick. “You’re mine. No matter who’s seen you.”
Possessiveness spills into his tone, and he swipes the pads of his thumbs in circles over your pebbled nipples. Tingles begin at the tips and radiate down your spine, your limbs, and your sex. A familiar throb starts to grow between your legs, and you sigh, an uncontrollable little mewl falling from your lips.
Self-conscious, your eyes fly open, and you cover your mouth. Caught between semi-arousal and the need for decency, you glance at the closed door. “Zayne.” You cup his cheeks.
“What if Dawnbreaker hears us?” You knew the only reason you mentioned it was because you were relying on Zayne’s impressive ability to control and rein in both your flowing desires. If he wasn’t interested in maintaining decorum, your own will would be swept away like sand under the tide. Zayne’s eyes are darkening at the edges, his breath becoming ragged, and he pinches your nipples with the perfect pressure that has you squeezing your eyes shut and letting out another helpless noise of pleasure.
“Let him,” he growls, bringing a surge of stunned arousal into your belly. Zayne leans you down on the bed, lifting your shirt up to suckle. When he lets go, the little peak is moist with his spit.
“The dreams apparently don’t come with sound.”
You slept soundly that night, exhausted from Zayne’s passionate lovemaking. When you woke up, your limbs were tangled up with Zayne’s, held possessively against him while his breath fluttered your hair. Your body was covered in bite marks, and you felt your face flush as you remembered everything; the teasing touches and perfectly learned movements of his fingers as he had brought you to the edge over and over. Your reluctance to be vocal had somehow fueled his determination, and your inhibitions had all but vanished as he’d deliciously licked and nibbled every part of you until you were a mewling mess of pleasure under him.
Your body still had that wonderful ache of being used, and as you stretch, your internal muscles instinctively squeeze together as something slippery shifts inside you. Zayne had no reservations last night, his rigid length plunging into you in a sweet rhythm of ecstasy, spilling himself into you each time until your slit was messy and slick from your couplings.
It was rare to see him like this, throwing caution to the wind and letting himself finish inside you without protection. Your stomach growled noisily, and you realized you hadn’t eaten last night.
The clock on the wall showed that it was around 5:30 in the morning. Early enough that Dawnbreaker might not be up yet. You couldn’t bear to face him knowing that he would have heard everything that happened last night. You try to use Zayne’s suggestion of pretending Dawnbreaker was just another him, but the thought just made things worse given the cisrcumstances, the idea of someone listening to your most intimate moments.
You wonder if Dawnbreaker had been appalled by the noise. Or if he had found it welcoming. The latter sends a rush down your spine, a curious thrill filling your being at the thought. Had he tried to ignore it? Or would the noise have turned him on? And if it had, was he the type to touch himself?
You shake yourself mentally, feeling shame at your indecent thoughts. Another pang of hunger shoots through you, and you carefully get up from the bed. Your clothes from last night were scattered all over the floor, and you resignedly pull out the fresh ones from the bag Dawnbreaker had brought in last night, feeling the irony as you tug on the fresh cotton panties.
Once dressed, you silently slip into the hallway, thanking the gods when you see the living room is empty. Only the rustling of leaves from the tree outside could be heard. You find some instant ramen in one of the cabinets, boil the water, and let it sit. You had just taken a few forkfuls when you heard noise in the hallway, and you whipped around to see Dawnbreaker come into view, fully dressed for his day.
He freezes when he sees you, then blinks, eyes flicking away as he tries to appear nonchalant, deftly turning on the coffeemaker, grabbing a cup, and drumming his fingers impatiently on the counter as he waits. You slurp your noodles, trying to ignore the increasing thumps of your heartbeat and the prickly heat creeping down from the nape of your neck.
The silence drags on deafeningly, until, unable to take it anymore, you mumble, “Nice morning, isn’t it?”
Dawnbraker appeared to be fascinated with his coffeemaker as he didn’t look up as it started to gurgle and the aromatic liquid began to pool into the carafe. Acting unconcerned, he says, “It’s a usual morning, I’d say. But I understand why it’s good for you.”
You unexpectedly inhale the broth, spluttering undignifiedly as you choke, tears welling in your eyes as you set down the ramen. Instantly, a glass of water is handed to you, and you gulp it down gratefully.
“I’m sorry,” you offer, unable to look at him from the embarrassment. Your whole body felt like it was being twisted and knotted on the inside, and the prickling had now slithered down from the nape of your neck and spread out along your spine and limbs, causing goosebumps to erupt in its wake. Then, seemingly unable to control yourself, you add, “I hope we didn’t disturb you last night.”
Dawnbreaker adds milk to his coffee and sips. “I barely heard anything once I put on my headphones.” When he lowers the coffee cup, you could have sworn he was gritting his teeth. “Was the bed comfortable?”
Your back stiffens, and you jerk your head in the other direction. “I realize we’re in your house, but what happens between me and Zayne behind closed doors is none of your concern.”
“Do you normally get it on in strangers’ bedrooms?” Dawnbreaker quips back, and you flush again, chastised. “Or are you under the impression that Zayne’s house and mine have the same rules?”
“It didn’t seem like you would mind, given how you’ve been snooping around in Zayne’s dreams.” Your words are harsh and taunting, intended to shame him. Your appetite had all but vanished, and you throw away the remainder of the ramen into the trash, intending to escape the kitchen when all of a sudden, you’re spun around, strong arms caging you in against the wall.
“Oh, but I don’t have a choice there, do I?” Dawnbreaker is barely a few inches away from you, his broad physique looming over you. “I only see what your Zayne shows me, I’m afraid.”
There’s a strange, mocking, ironical tone as he speaks. “Sometimes I wonder if he was aware of my presence and dreamt what he did to show off what he had. Trust me, I could map out every feature of your body from memory. That’s how often he dreams of you naked.”
His hand trails down your cheek, the gesture surprisingly tender as his eyes gaze into yours, and strangely, you realize you’re not struggling to free yourself. The familiarity between Dawnbreaker and Zayne had all but obliterated your fight-or-flight instincts. His lips were at eye-level, and you suddenly felt curious about how they would feel pressed against yours; would they feel like Zayne’s? Or someone else’s?
His fingers stroke across your jaw, then down your neck, a teasing tickle of digits that stirs up a delicious feeling of desire deep within. Some confine in the back of your mind is aware that you’d just been made love to a few hours ago, Zayne’s seed still buried inside your cunt, but a carnal yearning had been ignited from the moment Dawnbreaker put his hands on you.
His hand pauses in its journey going south towards your collarbone, and when those green irises flick back to you, he smirks.
“Oh, the number of times I’ve seen you making this expression,” he murmurs, his cheek rubbing yours. “You’re turned on, aren’t you?” His lips replace his cheek, and you shiver at the feeling.
“You were making an utterly delightful sound last night. I wonder what was happening for you to make such a noise.” Dawnbreaker’s breath tickles your ear as he places a little kiss just under it, and you let out a weak little whimper even as your brain begs you for a modicum of restraint.
“You’re doing it wrong.” Your eyes snap open as you hear the same voice that was whispering provocatively to you coming from the entrance to the kitchen. Your heart stops as Zayne comes into view, his expression impassive. Mouth dry, you watch as he approaches while Dawnbreaker doesn’t bother looking over his shoulder. He and Dawnbreaker corral you, leaving no room for an exit.
“If you were referring to that adorable little chirp she makes, you need to do this.” Zayne unabashedly leans forward to nip your ear, then gently draws the lobe into his mouth, sucking, and as he said, your eyes flutter closed and the chirp leaves your lips with a hint of desperation.
Your body felt strangely heavy, a fog falling over any rationality you might be harboring. A jolt of arousal shocks your body, reaching the deepest part of your core when you finally open your eyes and see Dawnbreaker watching intently, hunger in every line of his face.
“Like this?” he asks before he repeats the action on your other ear, and you let out the same chirp, reddening at the realization. It felt like an out-of-body experience, feeling these mouths on you, yet unable to differentiate which belonged to whom. It was like being double-teamed by Zayne, the texture and pulls from the lips identical.
Your hands, which had been tense, one on each of their chests, were slackening, letting them draw closer to you. The chirps become a moan as they both lick their way down the smooth column of your neck, marking the delicate skin with their teeth.
“Someone’s enjoying themself,” Zayne teases, feeling a buzz flooding his veins as he watches your reactions. There was something undeniably erotic about what was unfolding in front of his eyes. The thought of sharing you with another man? Unbearable. But sharing you with himself? It was like the universe had created a solution. If he could have replicated himself he would have, for the sake of your pleasure. His cock hardens at the thought of watching you writhe on his clone’s tongue while he squeezed and played with your nipples. An unrealized fantasy was awakening inside of him, and your response was bringing it alive for him.
Briefly breaking contact with your skin, Zayne glances at Dawnbreaker. “Don’t you have to be at work?”
“I can clear my schedule,” Dawnbreaker says huskily, and it feels like a million butterflies are alive inside your stomach, their wings creating more tingling sensations of arousal that scurry into every corner of your being.
Before you can say anything, Zayne scoops you up into his arms and carries you, not into the guestroom, but further down the hall into Dawnbreaker’s room, or what would have been his room in your world. He lays you down delicately, settling to one side and stroking your arm, stoking the flames of your steadily growing passion. When Dawnbreaker hesitantly joins, he seems unsure of what to do, shooting Zayne a look of uncertainty.
One of Zayne’s hands grips your chin, leaning your face up to his for a kiss, and you moan longingly into his mouth at the contact, his lips parting to allow space for your exploring tongue.
“Are you ok?” he asks, and when you nod your approval, he directs your face towards Dawnbreaker, who finally covers your lips with his.
It was a unique experience, almost as if Zayne had pulled you back into a kiss for a second time, but you could sense the subtle differences in his technique. It was more reminiscent of an earlier Zayne, when you had first started dating, and he had shyly kissed you, inexperience showing as he’d clumsily made out with you. It was endearingly sweet, and you thought you’d never encounter it again. Yet here it was, and it made you giddy that you could feel this first kiss again.
Dawnbreaker was in a trance, trying his best to keep his raging emotions under control as he let the kiss speak for him. Night after night, watching you with Zayne, wondering if he could ever experience what he had. Now here you were, warm and reactive in his arms. He can feel you trying to teach him, your mouth guiding his as he’s drawn into the sensuality of everything. He timidly touches his tongue against your parted slit and he’s rewarded with the feeling of the wet slip of your tongue against his as you draw it into your mouth. His hand haltingly rests on your knee, fingers gripping into the skin where it leads into your thigh.
You break the kiss as Zayne licks the nape of your neck, giving a squeaky suck to the delicate skin as his hand busy themselves with the hem of your top. Effortlessly, he pulls it off, revealing your bare upper half to Dawnbreaker’s hungry gaze.
Your nipples harden under their watchful eyes, pebbling proudly from arousal, as you try not to appear too eager at the thought of having them both in bed. A sigh escapes you as Dawnbreaker traces the very edge of one of the round buds, his touch feather-light.
“She does enjoy having them played with,” Zayne remarks in a low voice as he demonstrates his point by gently tweaking your nipples with just enough pressure to make you squirm. Dawnbreaker’s lips parted at the sight, like he was imagining how they would feel and taste in his mouth. Your movements press your back more firmly into Zayne’s chest, and he rests his chin on top of your head as your core moistened and fluttered with anticipation, the squeezes on your nipples sending waves of pleasure into your clit which pulses between your folds.
Zayne’s hands ghost the undersides of your breasts, then cup them and push them up, the tender flesh filling his palms as they’re put at Dawnbreaker’s eye level like an offering. Delighted shock jolts through you as, with a groan, Dawnbreaker’s head closes the gap and his lips brush against one of the hardened peaks before sucking it into his mouth. Your body jerks at the warmth and wetness as Zayne continues to play with your other nipple, the dual sensations contrastingly distinct, Zayne’s calloused fingers on one, Dawnbreaker’s pliant tongue on the other, pushing you to a point of no return.
Shallow pants flow from your open mouth as the last vestiges of sensibility drain from your mind, your hand cupping the back of Dawnbreaker’s head to hold him in place. His tongue was curious, laving your nipple with care, his eyes flicking up to your face now and then to gauge your reaction to his suckling, and the action sends a plume of warmth rushing from your gut into your spine. When his teeth delicately graze the swollen nub, you moan helplessly, feeling surrender overpowering your willing body.
Just as you think you’re finding your equilibrium, Zayne catches you off guard and begins to work on your free nipple with his tongue, his little sucks causing a dizzying sensation that steals the breath from your lungs.
Your body knew who was who, yet it didn’t seem to mind as long as it was being pleasured. Your eyes close almost languidly, your breathing slowing at the sheer eroticism of the scene unfolding before you. Coherent thoughts are slowly wiped from your brain, leaving it a mush of want and need, operating on the most primal instincts you could muster.
Dawnbreaker releases your nipple, then draws a line with his tongue between the valley of your breasts, his teeth scraping over your bellybutton, your powerless noises causing his heartbeat to quicken, his cock painfully hard in his formal trousers. Observing his journey south, Zayne follows suit and licks your shoulders, biting into the crook of your neck and zealously squeezing your swollen mounds enticingly.
When Zayne’s hands ghost down towards your waist, you suck in a breath as he deftly undoes the drawstring of your shorts. Your bottom rises to help him pull the garment down, and Dawnbreaker takes over, dragging your panties off. He observes the white stain left behind and brings it to his nose to inhale, and your eyes quickly dart away, unable to take the embarrassment.
“That’s not just her you smell,” Zayne says with a touch of satisfaction, and Dawnbreaker’s eyes narrow.
“What do you mean?”
“Why don’t you check for yourself?” Zayne offers, and you realize what his intentions were, yet you’re unable to stop Dawnbreaker from nudging apart your thighs, desperately clenching your hole as tightly as possible, but to no avail.
The slippery arousal that had built inside you had caused more of Zayne’s seed to leak, and the milky white fluid was spilling onto the sheets, leaving damp marks as it left your body.
“Oh fuck…” Dawnbreaker’s eyes grew animalistic. “How is she this insatiable?”
“It’s not her fault.” Zayne pets your hair as he speaks. “The thought of both of us has put her body into a heightened state of arousal. You should be proud of yourself.”
You squeak as Zayne shifts your body with his, helping you rest between his long legs as he keeps yours spread apart, his long fingers parting your swollen lips with care to reveal the sticky, dripping labia to Dawnbreaker’s probing gaze. You turn your head, trying to hide in the safety of Zayne’s chest, and he chuckles at your response.
“What’s the matter? You weren’t complaining when you were being stretched wide and filled last night.”
You let out a whimper of mortification, which only grows as Dawnbreaker, emboldened by the sight, adds in a throaty growl, “Certainly not. You were begging, clear as day, for more. What’s the point in acting demure now when the proof is in the pudding?”
Your hips wriggle as Dawnbreaker strokes the edge of your entrance, gathering some of the viscous fluid that was slipping out of your already well used cunt.
Zayne watches with fascinated interest, then, unable to resist goading Dawnbreaker, asks him, “Have you ever given oral to a woman before?”
Pink dusts Dawnbreaker’s cheeks as he looks at you with unconcealed greed. “I didn’t want anyone else,” he says simply in a strained voice, and Zayne hums as if expressing his approval.
“Well then, this shouldn’t pose too much of a problem.” Zayne settles against the headboard as he holds you in place. “I think we taste the same.”
An array of expressions crosses Dawnbreaker’s face as he processes Zayne’s words. “How am I supposed to know that?”
“It’s just logic and common sense. But I suppose if we wanted to test it…” His voice trails, and you jerk as Dawnbreaker brings his coated finger to your lips. You obediently part them and suck, tasting the tang of your pussy along with the ashy taste that was purely Zayne.
“Remember that flavor,” Zayne purrs in your ear. “We’ll need you to confirm if we taste identical.” You flush even as you wantonly suck Dawnbreaker’s fingertip clean, and he withdraws it, now glistening with your saliva.
With the smooth expertise of a medical professional, Dawnbreaker gently brings the finger onto your clit which had swollen conspicuously, pulsing as he pets it delicately and a strangled noise leaves you. Zayne’s fingers tighten into your flesh, indenting the fat on your thighs.
“Patience. You know the best things happen if you wait.”
Dawnbreaker runs circles over your clit and keeps glancing at Zayne as though seeking his approval, something that amused him greatly.
“Try applying a little more pressure on it,” he says, swelling with the fulfilling idea that he was the expert on your pleasure. When you let out a lingering, keening moan, he kisses your hair.
“I know. I know. But remember, it’s his first time. He’ll get the hang of it.”
As Dawnbreaker familiarizes himself with your body’s reactions, he steadily increases the speed on your clit and you writhe, wrinkling the sheets and rocking your hips to relieve the gripping ache that was growing inside.
Zayne makes another jab at Dawnbreaker. “Are you scared you’ll taste me? Is that why you’re not using your mouth?”
Temporarily stunned at the question, Dawnbreaker gapes at Zayne who smirks. “Although fingering works fine, you’re better off giving her oral. It’s softer. And leaves your hand free to do other things.”
Glaring at Zayne and determined to prove him wrong, Dawnbreaker willfully lies between your spread legs, and your belly rises and falls in tense anticipation as you wait for his tongue. As it finally wedges its way between your folds, you cry out, your senses on edge as he catches the base of your clit, dragging it wetly upwards, certain that he could taste Zayne on your membranes.
The indecency of the entire act catches up to you, causing your face to screw up in pleasure as your clit is covered by the warm, wet, muscle, laving it tenderly. Dawnbreaker reaches up to cup your breast, kneading it as he gratifies you, and you’re stuck in limbo between wanting to fall into the abyss of lust, but also hearing the disapproving clicks Zayne keeps making.
“There’s a better use for your hands,” he mumbles impatiently, and before you realize what’s happening, you feel two fingers slip into your slick channel, widening your muscles on their girth. Daring to crack your eyes open, you see Zayne’s arm crossing over your body and his wrist crooked as he contributes to your building desperation.
The world slips away in a haze as you focus solely only what you can perceive; Dawnbreaker’s mouth on your clit, and Zayne’s fingers buried in your hole, both of them contributing to your pending orgasm in different, yet united ways. As Dawnbreaker maintains his deliberate licks, Zayne curls his fingertips into that spongy patch of nerves, teasing them relentlessly, both men reducing you to nothing but a being focused solely on climaxing and disintegrating into dust.
You don’t care how loud you are, nor how tightly your walls clench Zayne’s fingers as your body arches and moves as it needs, closing the gap between yourself and the peak.
In a moment of chaotic relief, you feel the familiar tingling deep within before a blinding spiral of delight claims you, your pussy contracting wetly, squelching as Zayne continues to thrust his fingers persistently as Dawnbreaker licks you through the aftershock rippling through your system.
Both men are watching the sight of you losing control almost reverently, every last cry a testament to their effect on you. Dawnbreaker’s lips glisten with your juices, which he swipes away with his tongue lasciviously. The loss of Zayne’s fingers are felt keenly as he removes them from your cunt, the walls quivering in protest.
Sweat had beaded on your forehead, your breathing harsh and uneven as you tried to float back down to earth. You’re acutely aware as Zayne and Dawnbreaker settle at your sides, affectionately nuzzling you and calming your frayed nerves.
“Hope you’re not too worn yet, darling,” Zayne coos at you as he pushes back strands of hair from your face. “We have another comparison for you to make.”
They continue to nuzzle into you as though each were trying to imprint their scent on you.
“If you’re comfortable, I think Dawnbreaker should do the honors this time. He’s already getting sloppy seconds, it’s only fair, don’t you think?” Zayne asks almost playfully, and you give him a pleading look, his filthy dialogue only edging you further along this path of depravity.
Dawnbreaker looks uncertain, but as Zayne gently nudges you towards him, your inhibitions vanish, and you find the strength to straddle him and begin to undo his tie and buttons. Dawnbreaker’s body is tense as he resists the urge to devour you whole, his fingers clenching the bedsheets as he waits for you to finish undressing him. His breath hitches as you trail lingering kisses down his chest, nipping his skin as your hands busy themselves with his zipper.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but when you finally free him, Dawnbreaker’s cock stands at attention slit already beaded with precum from the engorged head. You wisely keep your thoughts to yourself, but Zayne could have guessed them; it too was identical in size, shape, and coloration to him, and you teasingly lean down to swipe your tongue against his tip, savoring the taste of him. Knowing exactly how much of Dawmbreaker you can take without gagging, you set your mouth to work, slurping him in and hollowing your cheeks to suction around his aching erection.
Dawnbreaker hisses in approval, his hand tugging at your hair as you work on him, his abs rigid as he watches you bobbing along on his dick. Zayne can barely contain himself as he watches, the sight of you pleasuring his pseudo-self so unbearably stimulating, and with a quiet rustle, he slips his cock out of pants and starts pumping himself, remembering the soft feeling of your mouth and turned on by Dawnbreaker’s deep grunts.
Dawnbreaker finds a small strand of restraint and stills you, damned if he orgasmed before he had the chance to experience your pussy. He knew he wouldn’t be able to bear Zayne’s egotistical expression if he did.
“Please.” Dawnbreaker rasps. “Use me.”
The soft command issued with that tone of urgency was all it took for you to adjust yourself over him, then with a sigh, you start to sink on his cock, and Dawnbreaker’s eyes widen at the sensation. A deep, guttural noise leaves him as he throws his head back, marveling at the warmth and how your walls expanded to accommodate him seamlessly, sliding down and taking him to the hilt.
Feeling full and comfortable with the familiar cock inside you, you start to ride, your tits bouncing as you do so, watching Dawnbreaker’s captivated face as he experiences his first time. His fingers dig into your hips, guiding your movements on him as his eyes close in bliss.
Dreams were a pale offering when he was experiencing you in this way. Dreams didn’t capture how flushed your cheeks were, the way your lips were parted, and the soft, breathy moans that were floating from them. He’s dying to kiss you again, his arms tightening around you as he gives in and does so. You pause mid-stroke to kiss him with concentration, and Zayne finally sees his window.
As you lie down on Dawnbreaker’s chest, reeled in by his kiss, Zayne discards his pants and underwear, joining you on the bed and gently prying your ass cheeks apart, observing how your full hole was tightening around Dawnbreaker’s length. He grasps himself by the base, notching his tip towards your tight pussy and you free yourself from Dawnbreaker’s lips and let out a small whimper of discomfort as Zayne pushes in.
It wasn’t painful but you feel your limits being tested, your cunt being split apart as Zayne slides on top of Dawnbreaker’s cock, joining him inside your snug sex. His breathing is ragged as he kisses your back, praising you and offering soothing words as you adjust around both of them, before he thrusts into you, the stroke making you and Dawnbreaker jolt in response.
The sensation was so tight and Dawnbreaker pushes his hips up against you in response, the dual cocks stroking and hitting every inch of your gummy channel. Impaled and unable to do anything except receive them, you steady yourself on Dawnbreaker’s chest, hands splaying out on his pecs as the three of you push each other into heady levels of ecstasy.
The room fills with grunts and mewls, and the sounds of your sloppy cunt as their cocks pound into it, the wet friction of skin rubbing on skin a lewd addition to your arousal. You’re barely holding on, feeling sweetly lightheaded as they use you, their hands wandering all over, groping your tits, your ass, their lips leaving stray kisses all over your body.
Giddy with the knowledge that you were filled to the brim with the two of the same cock, your body automatically becomes receptive, sighing and gasping your pleasure, trusting them to wreck you into a beautiful mess.
Dawnbreaker’s hips stutter, and his jaw is clenched, and you recognize the signs of an impending orgasm. You stroke his hair encouragingly.
“Cum for me. It’s ok to let go…”
And those words spoken with that beseeching tone have Dawnbreaker falling apart, his balls tightening before releasing his load deep inside you. Not too soon, Zayne, also overwhelmed by the stimulation, lets out a growl as he gives one final thrust and spurts of thick cum escape from his tip.
Their combined cream oozes out of you, the slippery feeling only adding to the debauchery as they ease out of you. Without missing a beat, Zayne scoops some of the leaking fluids onto his fingers and brings them up to your lips for a taste.
“Well?” he asks expectantly, waiting for your answer as Dawnbreaker tries to catch his breath underneath you.
You lick your lips clean, considering.
“No difference,” you remark, and both men visibly loosen up.
“Exactly the same, my dear men.”