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The doctor stares at the Stoneheart's gem held out in front of him.

"I want you to duplicate it. If Sunday can't tell which one is real, then maybe we can forgo breaking it." It takes the doctor a moment to realize Aventurine is serious. "Alright." His voice is small. "Come to my house after six tonight, I'll have everything set."

He nods as the Stoneheart pockets the gem, then blushes when his boyfriend gives him a chaste kiss. "See you then, doc."

When Aventurine leaves, Ratio sighs as he pages his assistant. "Mallory? I need a duplicator, an omni-synthesizer, and a coffee. Immediately if you can."

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Aventurine whistles as he walks up the Ratio's apartment. He smiles as he knocks on the door, his other hand wrapped around his gemstone. "Doc?"

He waits for a moment, and after no answer, he knocks again. "Ratio?" No response. He reaches for his keys, unlocking the door, just before he hears a crash and he hears Ratio yelp.

There's no thought, immediately he throws open the door, clutching the Aventurine gem to his chest and rushing in as he searches. He hears scrambling in the doctor's office, and he bolts over, tearing open the door with a growl.

His eyes scan and find the doctor, laying on the floor over a pile of books and scattered papers. He moves to help him up, but what's behind the doctor makes him pause.

Because behind him, floating a few inches off the ground, is an exact copy of the Stoneheart. It's tense for a moment, as the Stonehearts move toward each other. They reach out, poking each other in the chest. "What are you?"

The sound echoes, two voices speaking at once. "Doctor?" They turn to Ratio, who has since stood and taken to his notepad to write. "Aventurine, you're experiencing a chromatic copy of yourself. The copy is nearly exactly like you, but lacks Qlipoth's influence." Aventurine chuckles. "And luck."

The doctor doesn't grace his response, instead turning to an instrument Aventurine doesn't recognize, and the Stoneheart takes the opportunity to pull his gem from his body. He settles on the floor in front of his double, who does the same. "So..." They both start.

The real Aventurine takes the chance to sit on the desk, legs crossing as he pats next to him. "You're an exact replica? Down to the shoes?"

The double smirks. "Somewhat. The divergent universe has you listed as male, and we both know that isn't true. But I believe that's the only difference."

The true Stoneheart blinks, confused and offended, before it clicks into place. It must show on his face, because his double chuckles. "It's good to see you again, my friend." The two shake hands, smiling. "How'd he get this to work?" Vasha, the real Aventurine, chuckled.

Aventurine, the fake one, frowns. "You're not going to like the answer. In short, this body is made of synthetic skin, and after fourty-eight hours, my consciousness will fade and the flesh will begin to rot." "So not nearly enough time to pull off what I need done on Penacony." Vasha gripes.

Aventurine nods, solemn. "He's been working for hours, trying to find a way to make it last longer." The doppelganger holds out a near-perfect replica of the Stonehearts' gem. "But the body of Qlipoth is only so malleable, and flesh can only hold so much life. You'll need to do this the hard way."

It takes Vasha a few moments to recover. He'll need to break his stone then. He'll need to see Sunday and give up what he has. He'll need-

"Veritas." He whispers.

The doctor looks up from his work, and Vasha can see how exhausted he is. He realizes then, that if he's worried about his own safety during the mission, the doctor must be restless. "Do you need me?" He even sounds tired.

Vasha shakes his head, and the exhausted scholar goes back to the synthesizer with a hum. He's barely able to turn around before he feels an arm wrap on his shoulder. Aventurine sighs, hopping off the desk to stare at the doctor. "He's overworked again."

The real Kakavasha turns to look at the fake, and in an instant they both smirk. "He sure is." The pair grab their Aventurine gems and hold them to their chest, and when the flash has subsided, they hear Ratio speak. "What are you two doing?" The doctor stares at them, as if glaring at them long enough would reveal their plans.

"Nothing doc~" Vasha coos.

"Just testing a theory~" His double chuckles.

To his credit, Veritas immediately picks up on their shenanigans. "No. You may play with each other elsewhere, I have work to do." He looks back down, focusing on readjusting the synthesizer. The pair just float forward, one Stoneheart slipping his arms around his hips, the other floating between the doctor and the synthesizer, wrapping his legs around his thighs, and burying his head in his neck.

"Oh, doctor..."
"Won't you help us with our theory?"

Ratio places the items in his hand on the bench beside the Stoneheart in front of him. "Vasha-" He can't finish before the weight behind on his hips becomes a loose grip. "Don't fight it, doctor. Not when you have two of me wanting to take care of you."

Ratio hesitates, and both Aventurine's smirk under their masks. "Just a bit of a break, doctor~" One croons. "We want your attention, Ver."

Veritas looks up, giving a less-than-enthused glare to the Stoneheart in front of him. "You can wait for a few hours until I'm finished, I'm sure."

The Stoneheart behind him whines. "But Ver..."
The one in front picks his head up from the doctor's neck. "We can already tell you want this~"

Veritas' breath hitches as the Stoneheart grinds his cock against his partner's. "You're hard, and I'm willing to bet you've been hard since we grabbed our Cornerstones." The grinding continues as the Stoneheart behind the doctor brings his hands up to pull the lab coat open.

The doctor grips the bench, eyes closing as he fights an internal battle that he knows all too well is already lost. When he eyes open, he looks up at the Stoneheart in front of him. "Prepare the spare room and I'll be in shortly."

Both Stonehearts fly out of the room, and they immediately begin setting up the guest room. The steel reinforced bed is stripped of all but a fitted sheet, the bottle of lube is placed on the nightstand, and spare towels are set on the chairs.

"He's so pent up..." The real Aventurine chuckles. He looks at the faux Stoneheart, and they both chuckle as they tap their stomachs and let their respective forms loose. The faux Aventurine strokes himself, already half hard, while his mirror sighs softly as they roll a pinky over their clit.

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It takes a few minutes, but when the doctor steps into the room, both gamblers are pulsing with need, dripping onto the floor as they watch Veritas walk into the room.

The room grows tense as the doctor toes off his shoes and then looks at them. He's careful as he takes off his glasses, watching both gamblers as he sets the glasses down carefully on the bedside table.

As expected, they pounce. He's picked up and set down gently on the bed.

The gambler in front of him uses a gentle but firm hand in sliding off the doctor's pants and underwear, humming as the erection rises to slap against his cheek.

The one behind Veritas works to strip him of his top, and when that's been thrown across the room, he turns his attention to plucking and pinching the doctor's nipples.

"You've been working so hard, doctor~"
"Not as hard as we're working you, but close enough."

Veritas tries to scoff, but the sound becomes a gasp as he's yanked back. His head lands on a pair of thighs and his hands are held tight next to his head. "What are you two playing at?" He growls out as the pair chuckle above him.

"We can take the lead for now, Ver~ Just lay back..."

The doctor feels something settling on his lap, yet before he gets the chance to see it, his head falls back.

"And let us take what we need before we put you to work~" The Stoneheart drops down, and Veritas' eyes squeeze shut. "Vasha- You can't..." He tries to move his arms, squeezing his hands.

"You're so sweet, Ver. Don't worry, he prepped earlier. Two fingers spreading himself open just for you~" The Stratagem who's holding his hands tilts his head. "Go ahead, watch him." He feels the hand on his right wrist move to push his cheek until he turns to look at the Stoneheart on his dick.

His eyes are first drawn to the way the A cup breasts that keep bouncing through the spade cutout every time his beloved bounces. Slowly, his eyes rake down past the gold decorations to the soaked cunt that's squeezing his cock. The gambler on his dick is soaking wet where he's bouncing. Veritas groans. "Doesn't he look so nice? I bet if I were to press down, I would feel him..."

"Right about here, mmmh~" The second Stoneheart whines as he pressed gently onto his stomach, holding still as he sits on the doctor's lap. "I grow three feet taller and it doesn't matter. You're still so deep inside it makes my head spin."

Veritas stares at the way his dick disappears in his love. "At least let me touch you-"

"Not a chance, doctor." The one at his head chuckles. "Here's the plan. You're going to sit there and wait like a good boy. And then I'm going to take my turn, and you're going to get to go to work." The hips on his lap go back to work, and the doctor loses himself to the sensations. He feels two hands grasp at his thighs, and the gambler leans back a bit to give a show as he rides.

"Damn- Vasha..." Veritas stares at where they're connected, and the Stoneheart chuckles as he takes two golden claws and spreads himself apart. "I'll let you have a taste if you ask nicely enough." The doctor feels his face heat up, but he refuses. "No? You don't want to touch him?" The faux Stoneheart tilts his head, and Veritas knows the pout forming under the mask.

"That's ok, doc!" The real gambler chuckles. "I'm just going to take your pleasure instead, and when you're all worn out, I'll do the responsible thing and let you rest." His cunt tightens. "And I'll just have to use my own fingers..." The doctor whines. "Don't- let me help, Vasha, ah!"

"Oh, no, but how will I know that you really want to touch me?" The faux Stoneheart nods. "I'm perfectly fine watching you moan, though, it'll give me enough material for weeks~"

The Stoneheart squeals when Veritas musters his strength and is able to get leverage to fuck up into the tight heat. "Gah- Not fair~" The gambler gasps, hips slapping down hard and making Veritas go limp. "You're a dangerous man, doctor..."

"Fine, then. We'll speed it up a bit." The pair push off, leaving Veritas in the center of the bed as they lean over him. "What do you two have planned now?" His voice sounds weak, even to him, and the way the pair tilt their heads and laugh at him only makes his dick twitch.

"Don't worry, doctor~"
"When we're through..."

The pair lean in, and Veritas suddenly gets nervous.

"You'll have made a thorough mess of us."

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Veritas writhes, hips bucking up again. He can't move from where the Imprisonment has his legs and arms against the bed, and both gamblers are thoroughly enjoying themselves. "You two- shit, that's- hah!" His hips try to buck up against the black and golden fingers holding him down. The blindfold keeps him from seeing anything, though he knows from the pair's size alone that they're still in Cornerstone form.

Vasha pops off his cock, breath coming heavy. "Oh? Are you going to beg now?" "Not a chance- Fuck!" His body defies his defiance as the faux Aventurine wraps his lips around one of his balls and suckles. His head is thrown back, chest heaving as he pants. "Don't- I won't last if you keep that up!"

His body jerks when something snaps around his dick, and he pales in realization. "You didn't."

"Safety says I can only keep this on for a few hours at most..."
"But nothing says I can't take it off and tease you until you give in."

The pair go back to working the pleasure through his body, and he falters. "Please, Vasha- Let me-!"

The pair pop off him again.
"Say again?"
"We didn't hear that right~"

Veritas pants. "I need more, I want..." He can feel the way his cheeks heat, and then he turns his head away. "More, if you would." He holds onto his foolish pride, partly because he enjoys the chase, he enjoys letting the gambler(s) have fun.

"More what, doc?" One of them coos, as the other nips up his chest and licks his nipple. "We need specific instruction, professor~" "Why do I need to say it when you know damn well what I want?"

The breath on his chest fades away. "More attention right here?" "I guess!" The pair giggle as they go back to work.

He lasts until he's denied an orgasm. His hips buck and he gasps and writhes, but the pair deny him, not only keeping the ring on but pulling away entirely to watch him squirm. "Please! Please, let me touch you, let me finish!" He gasps out.

The pair lean in, each breath fanning his ears.
"What was that?"
"Say it again."

Veritas nods. "I need you, Kakavasha, please. Let me give you pleasure, you can take me as you need, just let me have you, let me see you-" A hand wraps around his cock, and another waves away the cockring before reaching down to fondle his balls, and he nearly chokes. "I, dammit, I don't care if you sit on my face, I want you, please!"

The movements on his dick pause, and then his hands are released. "We really broke you, huh, doc? Asking me something so alluring... You have a filthier mind than I do." The blindfold is removed, and he looks at the half-masks of the Stoneheart and his copy, and the faces that are grinning under them. The pace on his dick picks up, and he groans. His orgasm rushes back at him as they coo and purr into his ears, one on each side.

"It feels so good, doesn't it, doctor?"
"We'll let you cum, and then Vasha's gonna do what you asked..."
"And Aventurine will fuck himself on your thick cock."
"After we see you finish just like this, of course."

He tries to resist, tries to reason with them that he'll be too overstimulated to focus properly, but they know. They grin and give his neck a kiss before dialing up the pleasure. He doesn't last much longer, cock kicking and twitching as he moans pathetically and cums.

The pair don't stop until he's truly crying at the sensation, and then they push off and fix their masks. He's still coming down from the high when Vasha kneels over his face and his copy over his dick, facing each other. "Not like this..." He whines.

For a moment, everything stops. "Veritas?" Kakavasha asks, deadly serious. "What's going on?" "I want you the other way, makes you feel better."

The gamblers look at each other before chuckling. "Yeah." "Okay." Vasha turns, looking down at his lover. "This alri-oh!"

He doesn't get to finish his question before he's pulled down by greedy hands and there's a stripe licked up his clit. He grinds down, then chuckles. "I see. Very clever, doctor. You deserve your reward now, yeah?"

The double sinks down on Veritas' arousal, sighing as he bottoms out. "Shit, that's good." Veritas whines, but gets to work. His hands pull around the thighs to thumb as the gamblers clit gently, tongue licking into his lovers' hole and drinking every drop of slick. "Fuck, doc, I need to do this more~"

At the same time, Aventurine is bouncing with slick plaps every time he bottoms out. "So thick, so deep inside me, doctor~" He can feel the way the cock inside twitches, and he groans and laughs. "Even through thighs over your ears you can hear the way you're pleasing me. Every time I say something dirty- mmmh, like that, your body tries to take the situation into it's own hands..."

The pair ride the doctor until there's nothing left, until Veritas is so close to orgasm he's just mouthing at Vashas hole and nuzzling his clit with his nose. "Are you close, doctor?" Vasha teases. "I can feel the way your body is rocking against my double. Is it good? You can cum, if you want. Fill me up and leave me leaking~ I know you like when I'm dripping for you."

Veritas cries out and his hands grip Vasha's thighs as his eyes flutter shut.

Behind the real gambler, the double groans as he strokes his cock in time with his bounces. "Fuck, he always- it's so much!" His body shakes as he leans forward and cums, hole spasming around the doctor.

Vasha steps off the doctor's face, grinning when he sees his double pull off, leaking into the sheets as he steps to the side. He straddles the doctor next. "I know that usually, this isn't safe, so..." His hand wraps around the base of the doctor's erection and tugs up just once, and as it pulls up, the doctor's dick is cleaned. "There we are. You'll give me the same treatment, yeah, doctor?"

Veritas barely comprehends the sentence before Vasha sinks down and he gasps. "Too much!" He whines. "Fuck... You always cum faster after I overstimulate you this much, so just be good and hold on while I take what I need, okay?" His mocking tone only makes the doctor whimper as his body reacts. He's rocked to full hardness again, and within moments he's got his head tossed back.

His hips hump up pathetically as he's broken, eyes rolling back as he's forced to do nothing but take pleasure. Vasha chuckles above him. "Didn't you want to pleasure me doctor? Can you even move?"

He tries, he really does. His hand makes it to Vasha's hip, thumb pulling open his slit, but then Vasha tightens up on the next bottom out, and he can do nothing but hold on tight. "That's okay... Doc..." Vasha's breath is labored. "I'm close, and I think you are, too. I think your body wants to fill one more hole, and I want it to be right here, right now."

His efforts are doubled, and he only moves a few more times before a deep groan is punched from Veritas' throat and he cums. Vasha follows quickly, bringing his hand to his clit and grinding on it. Veritas whimpers at the way his cock is milked, but he sits still as he watches Vasha come down from his high.

The gambler and his double sit next to each other, one on his knees and chest on the bed, and the other on his back with his knees pulled up to his chest.

"Doctor~" They whine.

Veritas turns around, mind a mess as he sees them. He's torn between walking away and showering, or having his own turn with them.

The way the pair giggle as his cock twitches back to hardness tells him how he'll be spending the next few hours.