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Octavio prides himself on rolling with the punches, going with the flow, and burying his emotions down while pretending like everything is great. He's an easy-going guy. Kind of. Not often surprised, anyway.
So Octavio is surprised that he's so surprised when Alter reveals a group of alternate Legends and one of them is an Octane. This alternate Octane looks like Octavio but also he doesn't. They are the same height, same size, both of them have prosthetic legs even! But they are different in ways Octavio can't really explain.
This other Octane has a myriad of scars that he doesn't bother hiding. The marks criss-cross his chest, his biceps, some are even on his lower back and they disappear into his pants. Octavio is not an expert but he's pretty sure the scars are from claws. But his appearance isn't the only thing that unsettles Octavio.
Alternate Octane acts different too. He's wild. And don't get Octavio wrong, he can be pretty damn wild too. That just comes with being an Octane! But this other version of him is…feral wild. He has an edge to his personality that Octavio doesn't. He’s sharp and cutting and vicious. Like Octavio just doesn't have enough anger to match this Octane's bite.
Octavio takes a break behind cover to glance at his teammate. Alternate Octane wears goggles and a mask too but they look different. His goggles are tight to his face and deep green. His mask has a high-tech screen with a vicious grin on it that filters his voice into something unnatural. Altogether, this gives the other Octane an unsettling vibe. Like he's a bug that's about to bite someone's head off.
Suddenly, Alter Octane stops reloading his Prowler and snaps his head up. He looks directly at Octavio as if he could feel the other's eyes on him. He cocks his head to the side, like a confused animal. The action doesn't look cute or innocent when this Octane does it. Instead, his movements are calculated, smooth.
“You got a staring problem, amigo?”
Octavio fingers the trigger of his R-99, feeling twitchy.
“Like you haven't been eyeing me too. What is it? Are we supposed to, like, kill each other or something? I don't really know the rules about all this interdimensional-alternate-self crap,” then Octavio barks out a laugh, “Not that we would follow them anyway, eh, amigo?”
A metalic-tinged laugh accompanies his own and Octavio feels a touch of relief. This Alter Octane may be different in a lot of ways but deep down they're both Octavio. At least, Octavio is just starting to think so when his alternate self suddenly jumps him.
A startled yelp gets cut off when Octavio's alter lands on top of him, throwing Octavio onto his back and knocking the wind from his lungs. Alter Octane is on his hands and knees hovering above Octavio. He leans in, drawing their faces closer together. Octavio can't see behind the mask but he knows the other Octane is grinning like a maniac.
“You think you could kill me, Octavito?”
Octavio shifts between his other self's arms and legs. He could probably get free but Octavio isn't trying to start a fight with his squadmate. Shoving his goggles up his forehead and dragging his mask down under his chin, Octavio sends his alter a confused look.
“No? I mean, maybe. But why would we do that? We're on the same team! Team Octrain!”
“Octrain?” the other hums thoughtfully, “I like that. Do you mind if I steal that one?”
“Go for it, amigo. Just…let's not kill each other, sí? Think of all the cool stuff we can do together!
Alter Octane cocks his head again. Octavio can feel the other eyeing him up. His mask makes him look kind of creepy this close.
“You know…” his alter purrs, “There is something I've always wanted to do with my clone.”
When Octavio opens his mouth to ask, Alter Octane kisses him.
And yeah, Octavio probably should have seen that one coming. His alter is still him, after all.
His other self is still wearing his mask so Octavio just goes with it and kisses the smooth, glass screen. When he laps his tongue over the holographic teeth, Octavio moans. He feels the vibrations of his alter's filtered laugh across the top of his tongue. And suddenly Octavio is utterly turned on.
Huffing, Octavio moves his head aside. Alter Octane pulls back to give him some space, still laughing.
“It's not funny,” Ocatvio groans.
“It kinda is,” Alter Octane teases, booping Octavio on his nose, “You're blushing.”
In retaliation, Octavio lifts his head and sucks two of his alter's fingers into his mouth. From behind the mask, his other self gasps. Octavio grins.
“Who's blushing now?”
His alter curls his fingers against the slickness of Octavio's tongue, stroking and rubbing. And Octavio fucking melts. He moans shamelessly.
“That's right. I know everything that you like.”
Octavio manages to complain around spit-slick fingers: “That's not fair.”
The other shifts his hips so one of his legs slides between Octavio's thighs, parting them.
“Who said anything about fair?”
Then Alter Octane pulls his fingers out of Octavio's mouth. Spit splits and lands on Octavio's bottom lip. When he licks it up, his other self sucks in a heated breath. Octavio feels their eyes meet even through Alter Octane's goggles. This little game between them doesn't feel like a game anymore. Octavio's not sure it ever was, honestly.
Octavio holds eye contact while he unbuttons his shorts. When understanding passes between them, his other self shoves his spit-soaked hand into Octavio's pants eagerly.
As expected, Alter Octane is quick to slip his fingers into Octavio's pussy. Octavio jolts, gasping. But then he's rolling his hips up, encouraging his other self to go deeper.
“Come on, come on, come on.”
Octavio bucks when his alter curls his fingers and presses his palm over Octavio's clit immediately. He cries out and grabs at the scarred biceps of the other Octane. Another filtered laugh comes from behind that toothy, smirking mask.
“You're sensitive,” his alter observes, pressing down to grind his hand against Octavio's clit even harder.
Octavio moans, loud and unabashed. He rocks his pelvis up. Alter Octane meets each roll of his hips with a press of his hand and a curl of his fingers.
Octavio has always had a bit of a hair trigger: he's turned on quick and he comes even quicker.
So it doesn't take much of Octavio humping his alter's hand before he starts to feel the tell-tale signs of his building orgasm. His other self must see how close Octavio is too because he quickly starts moving his hand faster.
“That's it, Octavito. I want to watch you come squealing on my fingers like a little bitch.”
Well, Octavio can hardly deny his alter that, not when it is exactly what he wants too.
Octavio tosses his head back, crying out in pleasure as he comes. His pussy clamps down on Alter Octane's fingers but his other self doesn't stop fucking him with them. Octavio shudders under the other's hand, gasping and squirming and moaning, until his orgasm slows. Then he's quick to grab at his other's wrist, overstimulated and sensitive.
Alter Octane slides his hand out of Octavio's shorts with another metallic chuckle. When he lifts his hand, Octavio opens his mouth so he can shove his slick fingers inside. They both moan when Octavio sucks the taste of himself off his other's fingers.
“That was awesome,” Octavio pants, letting his head fall back and the fingers slide out of his mouth, “You're so good at that.”
Now, Octavio recognizes one of his own giveaways in his alter. The other Octane stiffens just a little, goes a little jittery, and oh, Octavio knows exactly what that means.
Octavio grabs Alter Octane by his hips and purrs; “You were such a good boy for me.”
A filtered gasp jumps from behind the alter's mask. And that thing may be smirking, grinning like a wild cat, but the man under it seems caught off guard and adorably coy. And also–Octavio hopes–very, very turned on.
Octavio knows exactly what a good boy does to him, anyway. Grinning, Octavio pulls on his other's hips, encouraging him to move up Octavio's body.
“Come here, good boy,” Octavio murmurs, kind of sweet, “Sit on my face and let me reward you.”
Alter Octane gasps out a string of curses as he hurriedly works his shorts open. He goes to his knees and shimmies up until each metal leg is on either side of Octavio's head. His pants are trapped between his body and Octavio's throat and Alter Octane tries pushing them down and out of the way. That gives Octavio just enough room to sit up and attach his mouth to Alter Octane's clit, sucking on it immediately.
Alter Octane shouts in surprise and his free hand scrambles down. He knocks Octavio's cap aside in order to bury his hand into Octavio's hair and squeeze. Octavio likes that, anyway, and moans appreciatively against his other's pussy. That knocks another filtered cry of pleasure from the other, almost cute in the way his voice goes high and soft and startled.
Octavio wants to tease his alternate self about calling him sensitive but his mouth is too busy.
After a moment, Alter Octane's hold in Octavio's hair tightens to hold him in place. Then he's grinding forward against Octavio's mouth, chasing his own release. Octavio generously sucks him until Alter Octane comes all over him with a shout.
Huh. His alternate self is a squirter.
Nuzzling deeper into his other's dripping pussy, Octavio sucks him through his orgasm. It doesn't take long–for Octanes it seems it never does–and Alter Octane's orgasm subsides. He moves back, sitting on Octavio's chest to catch his breath.
A throat clears and both Octanes jump. Alter Octane has Octavio's R-99 and Octavio has his prowler; they're both pointing at the doorway.
“Are you guys almost done?” Elliott's voice comes from outside of the room, “The ring is coming–moving! The ring is moving so we need to come. Go! Um, I mean–”
Alter cuts him off, portaling into the room while the Octane's are pulling up their pants. She smirks at them the same way Alter Octane's mask does: with a bit of cruelty to it.
“That's right. The ring is moving. So be good boys and come along.”
Octavio is fixing his hat back into place when he turns his head and meets Alter Octane's gaze. He rolls his eyes dramatically and his alter self lets out a staticy cackle from behind his mask.
Elliott won't look at either of them and Alter teases them mercilessly. But it's no problem. Octanes are very good at going with the flow. And burying their emotions. But not so good, it seems, at resisting each other.
Octavio bumps Alter Octane's elbow, “Not so smart doing this during quads, eh? How about the locker room next time?”
Alter Octane fist bumps him in agreement while Elliott complains about the locker room being a communal space. And Alter laughs in the background.