Chapter Text
Spamton gave a sigh as he unlocked the front door and stepped inside. He took his shoes off, his mouth pressed into a firm line. Work had been exhausting. Rolling out a new selection of decor for the Cungadero took a lot more paperwork than he was expecting. He was looking forward to relaxing on the couch.
But, when he walked into the kitchen, he blinked.
Surely, he'd gone crazy.
Because there was no way that there were two Tennas sitting at the dining table.
He must have hit his head without realizing it!
Spamton rubbed his eyes and blinked again, but there were still two of them, staring at him with quizzical looks on their faces. Spamton cleared his throat. "Uh. What?"
Tenna laughed and patted the other Tenna on the shoulder. "I've been experimenting with my magic. I can apparently make clones."
Spamton sucked in a deep breath, then pinched the bridge of his nose. "Cool. That's uh- yeah. Okay." He walked over to the table and stood between them. He stared at each of their faces, but they were completely identical. "So. Which one's real?"
"I am," Tenna said, and he patted the other one on the shoulder. "But, pretty convincing, right?"
"Yeah, sure," Spamton nodded. "I'm calling the other one Ant."
"Works for me," Ant said with a grin. "How was your day, Spammy?"
Spamton stared hard at the clone. "Uh, fine? Tiring."
"Oh! You want a massage?" Tenna offered.
"Dinner's ready too!" Ant piped up. He stood from his seat and got Spamton a plate of dinner, then set it down in front of him. "Whiskey, love?"
"One thing at a time, please," Spamton muttered, but he sat at his place and picked up a fork. "Uhm, no massage, I'm okay, thank you, Tenna. Whiskey- whiskey sounds good."
Ant leaned over to kiss him on the forehead, then grabbed him a glass of whiskey. He sat down next to Tenna, and both of them sent him a grin. Spamton smiled weakly back, but a headache was beginning to form behind his eyes. He ate and drank quietly, while the Tennas got themselves a portion as well.
"So, can he go away?" Spamton asked suddenly.
Tenna shrugged. "I mean, probably?" He grinned. "What? Can't handle two at once?"
Spamton snorted. "I could handle five of you." Then, he stopped. He gave them both a glance, then his eyes started twinkling. "Two at once, huh?"
The Tennas looked between each other knowingly. "Been waiting for you to bring it up, Spams," Ant said.
Spamton pushed his plate in front of him a few inches, a cheeky smile on his face. "First one upstairs gets to fuck me first."
Within a split second, both Tennas were stumbling over each other, yelling as they pushed and shoved their way up the stairs. Spamton chuckled, then picked up his plate and put it next to the sink. He finished his whiskey, grinning as he heard stomping and shouting from the bedroom. He made his way upstairs and pushed the bedroom door open to see both Tennas wrestling on the floor. One of them had pinned the other, shouting, "I WAS HERE FIRST!"
Spamton slowly shut the door with a soft click, and their heads whipped towards him.
"I was here first!" Tenna announced.
"Fuck off, you weren't! I was!" Ant retorted, smacking Tenna's arm and sneering. "Spams, believe me!"
"No, you shut your mouth! Spammy, it was me, I swear!" Tenna screeched.
"Hush," Spamton said firmly, and both of them instantly clamped their mouths shut. "Since that didn't work, because you two are idiots," he sighed. He pointed to his mouth. "Kiss."
Tenna leapt forward, shoving Ant to the side as he raced to Spamton's feet. He captured his lips in a frantic and bruising kiss, nearly toppling both of them over with a laugh. Spamton latched onto the front of Tenna's shirt, leaning up into him, trying not to fall over. Tenna held him tight by the waist, then sent a snarky grin over to Ant. Ant grumbled and crossed his arms, but Spamton only rolled his eyes and beckoned him over.
Ant launched himself across the room, grasping Spamton's arm. He let out a shocked gasp, but it was quickly muffled by Ant's lips over his own, kissing him a lot more passionately than Tenna. He ran his tongue along Spamton's bottom lip, and as soon as his lips were parted, he shoved his tongue down his throat. Spamton moaned into him, his hands shifting from Tenna over to Ant, which made Tenna grumble in frustration.
Spamton broke the kiss, gasping for air. After taking a moment, Spamton looked between them. "If you argue and bicker the entire time, I will be locking both of you up, and you will be getting blue-balled."
"That's not fair!" Ant grumbled.
"Shut up, idiot! He means it!" Tenna snapped. Then, his face paled a little. Spamton glared at them. "I'm shutting up now."
"Yes yes. Me too," Ant agreed with a vigorous nod.
"Tenna," Spamton said, looking up at him. "You won, so you can go first. Ant, get the lube."
Ant saluted, then crossed over to the nightstand and got what Spamton wanted. Meanwhile, Spamton leaned into Tenna's arms with another kiss. Tenna's hands started to roam, slowly stripping Spamton's clothes and tossing them to the floor.
Spamton grinned, then made his way to the edge of the bed and sat. "Both of you, put on a show," he said. He crossed his legs and leaned his elbow on them, his chin in his hand. The Tennas quickly rushed to stand in front of him and eagerly started to strip. But, Spamton snapped his fingers and shook his head. "I said a show, boys." He grinned, his eyes glistening with something that Tenna hadn't seen before.
With a tiny bit of apprehension, they faced each other. Hesitant hands reached out, landing on each other's shoulders, fingers sliding down their arms. Tenna glanced at Spamton for approval. He gave a curt nod. Tenna shifted to unbutton Ant's shirt, who sucked in a breath as he let his arms drop. The shirt slid off easily, and fell to the floor with a soft flump. Ant took his turn, relieving Tenna of his own shirt before kneeling down and undoing his belt as well. With a bit more confidence, they continued stripping each other, one article of clothing at a time.
They stood before him now, completely bare, their faces flushed red. Spamton grinned. "Never seen yourself like this before, have you, Tenna? Go on. You can touch."
Tenna's head shot towards him, his screen bright red. "You want me to-"
"Are you gonna listen or not?" Spamton huffed a breath out of his nose. "I said give me a show. Why can't you listen tonight?"
"I thought we were gonna-" Ant started, pouting a little. "I thought it was gonna be a 'we overwhelm you so much that you forget your own name' kind of thing."
Spamton made a noise of disapproval and tapped his fingers impatiently on his knee.
Tenna swallowed hard, then gave a sigh. He looked to Ant, then he stepped closer. Ant nodded once, then Tenna's hands started to roam. He traced his fingers along the edges of his panels, which made Ant gasp a little. He inched closer to Tenna, his cock growing hard and pressing up against his thigh. Tenna sucked in a breath, then cupped Ant's cheek. His hand trailed down his neck, gently squeezing the soft silicone there. His other hand touched at Ant's waist, then moved down to his hip. He pulled him a little closer, then gave a low moan as their cocks brushed against each other.
Tenna's hand wrapped around the bases of both of their cocks, then slowly started to stroke. Ant sucked in a breath, and his hands reached up to grasp Tenna's shoulders. He bucked his hips into him and moaned. Tenna guided his face close, then pressed their lips together. Ant let out a squeak, then settled into the kiss. With a surge of confidence, Tenna rocked forward, his hand on their cocks stroking faster, squeezing a little tighter.
Spamton watched with delight, his own cock growing hard at the sight unfolding before him. Tenna licked Ant's bottom lip and pressed his tongue inside, letting out a moan as their bodies melted into each other. He lifted a leg between Ant's own legs, his thigh rubbing against the underside of his balls. Ant leaned further into the kiss, barely parting for air before diving back. His hands fluttered against Tenna's shoulders before his arms wrapped around his neck.
Tenna stroked them faster, his thumb rubbing along their tips, eliciting a sharp inhale from Ant, and a low moan from himself. He bit down on Ant's lip and moaned into his mouth. When they parted, thin strands of saliva connected them. Ant chased his lips, desperate and wanting for more. He bucked harder, then moaned as Tenna's leg bounced, adding to the pleasure.
Neither of them lasted too long after that. Tenna chased the heat pooling in his gut, and with a cacophony of moans, they both came. Heaving and red in the face, they glanced over at Spamton, who was grinning and nodding in approval.
"Good, good boys," he said, then patted the side of the bed. "Tenna, you first. Ant, hope you don't mind watching." He blew a kiss, then leaned onto his back, stretching his arms above his head, his legs spreading.
Tenna shook the fog from his mind, then crossed over to the bed and took his place above Spamton. He peppered his face with kisses, his hands wandering to all the right places. He tweaked one of Spamton's nipples, grinning as he moaned. "You're in a mood tonight, love."
"Forgive me for taking the best opportunity possible," he retorted with a snort. He wrapped his arms around Tenna's neck, then tilted his head back. Tenna dove in instantly, kissing and licking and biting as Spamton writhed beneath him.
Ant sat on the side of the bed, and he passed the lube to Tenna as he watched. Spamton glanced at him. He hummed. "Come here," he beckoned, and Ant scooted beside him. One of Spamton's hands shifted from Tenna over to Ant, and he pulled him down into a passionate kiss. Ant's mouth dropped open instantly, and Spamton pressed his tongue inside, running along his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Ant moaned into him, his hands shifting to grab his nipple and twist.
Meanwhile, Tenna sat back and poured some lube onto his fingers. He moved Spamton's legs, pushing them up and back. One of Ant's hands held one leg, while Tenna held the other. Spamton squeaked at the new position, but settled in rather quickly with a gleeful look on his face. Ant continued to kiss him as Tenna easily pressed two fingers into his asshole. Spamton moaned, his fingers digging into Ant's skin.
Tenna worked his way up to four in no time, but just as he was about to pull away, Spamton's leg wrapped around his back. He broke away from Ant's lips, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe. "M-more," he moaned. "I'm planning on taking both of you tonight."
Ant perked up. "So, I won't just be a cuck?"
Spamton bit back a laugh. "You think I would see two of my beloved husband and force one to be a cuck?"
Ant pouted. "You said that you hoped I liked to watch."
"For now, silly," Spamton smiled softly, then kissed him again. His eyes blew wide as Tenna's hand returned to his asshole, and his fingers started to fuck him again, spreading apart further than before.
Ant grinned, then turned his attention to Spamton's neck. He bit the sensitive crook of it, hard enough to draw blood. Spamton moaned and leaned back, his hands moving to the bed sheets, fisting so hard that his knuckles shaded a pale white. Ant was relentless, biting over and over again, licking the blood that seeped from the wounds. His fingers continued to fiddle with Spamton's nipples, tweaking and yanking them as Spamton cried out in pleasure.
Tenna lifted Spamton's hips and moved him so his leg was resting on his shoulder. He changed his angle, then added his thumb to Spamton's asshole and slowly inched half of his hand inside. Spamton cried out at the stretch, his eyes screwing shut as his chest started to heave. "You okay, Spams?" Tenna asked.
"Keep going," Spamton managed between breathy moans. Tenna pressed another inch inside, and Spamton's breath caught in his throat. He nodded, and Tenna managed to fit his entire hand inside of his asshole. He paused for a moment, letting him get used to the sensation. Spamton clenched around him, then let out a big huff of air. "G-good," he mustered.
Tenna nodded, then leaned over to capture his lips in a kiss. Spamton moaned into it, then cried out as Ant bit his neck once again and yanked his nipple. Then, Tenna started to move. He rocked carefully, and when Spamton got more comfortable, he picked up the pace. All the while, Ant pleasured his neck and ruthlessly tormented his nipples, grinning with glee. Spamton bucked his hips, his cock weeping, desperate for attention.
Ant shifted his focus, wrapping one hand around Spamton's cock and stroking it, earning a high-pitch moan and another buck of his hips. As Tenna fucked him, Ant teasingly trailed his fingers along the length of his cock, his thumb rubbing along his tip, gathering precum and using it to ease the slide.
Spamton's breath hitched, and after a few more moments, he came all over Ant's hand. He heaved, and Tenna carefully pulled his hand out from his asshole. He leaned down and kissed him, swallowing up every moan that passed through his lips. Spamton nodded against him, and Tenna moved to line himself up.
Spamton broke the kiss and turned to Ant. "A-after he's done, I'm taking both of you." He grinned, his face a hot mess of fluster and sweat. Ant kissed him in response, and Spamton moaned as Tenna's cock split him open. His hands shot up to grasp Ant's wrists, and he quickly guided them to his throat. Ant took the cue, wrapping one hand around his throat and squeezing as Tenna set his pace, fast and deep. Spamton gasped as the air was stolen from his lungs, then cried out sharply as Ant wrapped his lips around his nipple and started to suck and bite.
Tenna took both of Spamton's legs into his hands, hoisting them up to his shoulders as he fucked him. Spamton yelped in surprise, then raised his hips to meet him as well. Ant held him by the waist for support. His fingers clutched his neck, leaving dark purple bruises that wouldn't fade for a long while. He grinned at the sight, then captured Spamton's lips in a kiss, biting and drawing blood.
Spamton wailed, only able to lie back and take as much as he was given. Ant's hand left his throat, and he was about to complain, but it wrapped around his cock instead. He stroked him frantically, in tandem with Tenna's quick and brutal thrusts. Spamton wailed, his head falling back against the pillows as he struggled to breathe. He heaved and moaned, his entire body trembling and fluttering. He squeezed his eyes shut, then his moans breached the octave, and he came again.
But, Tenna wasn't done.
He grunted as Spamton clenched hard around him. His nails dug into the skin of his calves, scratching deep and drawing blood. Spamton gasped at the pain and writhed on his back, his body quickly falling into overstimulation as Ant continued to stroke his cock, coaxing him through his orgasm.
Tenna hunched over him, then his hips started to stutter in their rhythm. He leaned forward, one hand bracing himself against the bed. Ant's hand shifted from Spamton's weeping cock, instead spreading across Spamton's belly and pressing down hard, feeling Tenna's cock bulge beneath his skin. Tenna moaned at the sensation, then grinned up at Ant. His thrusts slowed as he came, but he stayed buried deep.
Without wasting a single second, they worked together to manhandle Spamton, who gave a shriek of protest. They sat him up on his knees. Tenna sat in the back, while Ant took the front. It took a bit of awkward positioning, but soon enough, the tip of Ant's cock pressed up against Tenna's. They both let out a moan, then Ant slid in alongside Tenna. Spamton's cock was trapped between his belly and Ant's, and every single movement made it twitch and beg for more.
Spamton's head fell back onto Tenna's shoulder, who eagerly captured his bloodied and swollen lips in a kiss. His hands ran along his chest before one latched onto his neck, holding him in place, but not squeezing quite yet. Ant got himself settled, bottoming out with a few quick thrusts. Spamton moaned, long and needy, his hands latching onto Ant's shoulders as he rocked back into Tenna.
They took turns kissing him, letting him get settled and comfortable. While Tenna kissed his lips, Ant's mouth was busy biting his neck, and vice versa. Spamton trembled beneath their hands, shaking and moaning, unable to speak anything other than their names. His voice was hoarse, his body hot and overstimulated, but needing more, wanting more, craving, desperate, frantic.
As soon as he was ready, Spamton nodded. "Yo-you can move," he mumbled, his head falling forward to rest on Ant's collarbone. "I-I'm-" He broke off with a moan as Tenna started to buck his hips, and Ant thrust in tandem. Spamton was jostled back and forth, breath hitching, his moans loud and unashamed. He gritted his teeth, then cried out as their pace picked up.
Tenna held him tight by the waist, his hands covering him completely, his fingers digging into the skin of his belly. Spamton sobbed as Ant's hands held him by the armpits, his thumbs rubbing against his nipples. Both of them dove into his neck, teeth sinking into his skin. Spamton let out a shriek, and sobbed more, tears running down his cheeks. Ant licked them away as Tenna continued to bite, drawing so much blood that his teeth were coated in it.
Spamton's mind went white with pleasure. Their thrusts sped up once again, stretching him further, reaching deeper. Tenna's cock struck his prostate, and Spamton gasped out harshly, his head falling forwards again. He heaved as Tenna targeted that spot, and he came once again.
But, they still didn't stop. Even as Spamton cried and wailed, his body rocking back and forth, his head bouncing along with their thrusts. Ant captured his lips in a kiss. He sobbed into him. Tenna kissed the back of his neck. His hands pressed into his belly, and Spamton could feel every inch of both of their cocks splitting him wide open, fucking him like they knew nothing else.
Spamton couldn't breathe. His mind was completely blank as his body was riddled with so much pleasure, so overstimulated that he couldn't even tell if it was real. Cotton filled his ears. If Tenna or Ant were speaking to him, he couldn't hear.
Finally, finally, after what felt like an eternity, their thrusts started to stutter. Ant came first with a harsh gasp, and Tenna followed suit. They both moaned, their heads falling onto Spamton's shoulders, fingers tightening on him. Lips whispered praise and kissed his smoldering hot skin.
Tenna grunted as he pulled out, and Ant slid out too, moaning and heaving. Spamton collapsed to the bed, his body twitching as cum spilled from his asshole. He gasped for breath, his eyes blank and glistening with tears. Tenna fell beside him, mouthing at his neck and breathing in deeply. Ant laid on the other side, his arms wrapping around his chest, holding him close.
Spamton's eyes slid closed, and eventually, his breathing evened. He held a hand to his head, hot and sweaty. He relished the love and attention he got from Ant and Tenna, gentle kisses and loving circles stroked into his skin.
"Did so good," Tenna mumbled in his ear.
"Took both of us so well," Ant agreed, whispering gently to him.
Spamton hummed, his swollen and bloodied lips breaking into a soft smile. "Someone better get me a water right now," he mustered, and Tenna chuckled.
"Bandages? Ointment?" he asked as he stood. Spamton barely managed a nod. Then, Tenna was off. Ant stayed next to him, kissing and grinning at him.
Spamton rolled over and curled into his chest, grimacing as his cock twitched once again, still sensitive. He sighed happily nonetheless. "I like having two Tennas," he muttered. "Don't gotta wait for cuddles until he's done with aftercare."
Ant chuckled and kissed the top of his head, his fingers carding through his hair. "We should do it more often, then."
Spamton nodded. "Tenna sandwich." He perked up a little. "When Tenna gets back, you're both going to squish me."
Ant grinned. "Alright, Spams. Whatever you want."
Tenna returned not too long after which everything Spamton wanted. He handed him the water, while Ant helped him sit up and drink. Tenna applied ointment to the many, many wounds on his neck, and kissed his cheek sheepishly in apology. He bandaged them up with a few more kisses. As soon as he was one with his water, they laid back down.
"Our husband has requested a uh- 'Tenna sandwich.'" Ant grinned.
Tenna snorted. "Whatever our beloved husband wants."
Spamton happily laid between them, curling into a little ball. Tenna's arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tight. Meanwhile, Ant's arms found his chest, holding him around there. Spamton shifted to be more under their weight, and he relished the pressure. He wheezed a few times trying to get used to the weight, but he was smiling nonetheless. His breathing evened, and his eyes slid shut.
"I love you, Ant. I love you, Tenna," he mumbled.
"I love you, Spammy," Tenna kissed his lips.
"I love you, Spams," Ant held him closer.
After a moment of comfortable silence, Spamton giggled. "I wonder if you can make clones of other people."
Tenna shrugged. "I guess we'll find out."