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Foot tapping nervously on the floor, tail flitting back and forth with agitation, hands gripping his clipboard so tightly the knuckles had turned white beneath his fur, Stan watched the figures coming up on the various sensory readouts and displays with a surprising intensity. This was more than his life's work, after all. It was his destiny. The apparatus the Morphic marmalade cat was so intensely studying was large and imposing, wires and cables and tubing sticking out in every direction, computer screens of varying shapes and sizes displaying an enormous amount of data surrounding the device, it was nothing at all like the sleek, stainless steel scientific equipment seen in science fiction movies. It all centered on a large cylindrical container that was, at the moment, filled with a fluid whose chemical layout Stan had concocted himself... as well as, with any luck, something else. His original design had made the tube out of a transparent material, and truth be told, it probably would be better for observational purposes to be able to watch the experiment, but the truth was, he suspected that if he could see what was happening in that tube, he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off it, not even to check the readouts. Even now, he found his eyes drifting to the cylinder whenever his concentration waned. He swallowed. So far, all the figures were coming out well within the targeted zones, but... glancing around the room at all the equipment, focused on a singular purpose, he still felt nervous. This was cutting edge, all right, but it was also fringe science, something that had never before been attempted, so Stan had had to craft this machine together entirely from his own research, without the safety net of scientific precedence to support him. It vaguely occurred to him that if he was successful, his name would probably go down in history. But that wasn't why he was doing it. And, truth be told, he wasn't really doing it out of pure scientific curiosity either.

Ever since he was a little boy, Stanley Stayne had been a little different from everyone else. While most boys didn't care much about their appearance until they reached puberty, Stanley would fuss over the way his orange and white fur was combed, think long and hard about what clothes to wear on a given day. It wasn't a sign that he was going to be a fashionista when he grew up, and he wasn't growing into a stereotypical gay man (indeed, Stan was plenty masculine, and he had later determined that he was in fact bisexual, enjoying the company of men and women just about equally). No, the reason for his fastidiousness, odd as it was, was that he was much more enamoured of his own appearance than that of anyone else. Even as a child, he was convinced he was much more handsome than everyone else he knew, and would often sneak into his parents' bedroom in order to look at himself in their full-length mirror. The day his mother caught him posing nude before the glass, she assumed that young Stan was becoming curious about his growing body, and had had his father sit him down and give him 'The Talk'. But the truth was, he hadn't been standing there naked just to look at his own parts, he'd been naked so that he could admire the patterns on his pelt in their entirety, without clothes getting in the way. Even once his interests in such things really did kick in, Stan considered himself a step above the people around him - not that he ever acted superior about it, feeling that acknowledging it would be rude - and occasionally wondered in his private moments, usually while gazing at his own reflection, if he would ever meet someone as good-looking as himself.

The answer had come to him while he was in college, trying to figure out his major. He'd gotten rather high one night with his roommate, and after wandering into the bathroom to relieve himself, got distracted by catching sight of his face in the mirror. Leaning in, fascinated, his eyes roamed the other feline in the glass, taking in every last detail as if he'd never seen them before. He'd just cleaned the bathroom that very morning, so the mirror was perfectly clean; to his addled mind, it really looked like he was looking at another living, breathing person... who happened to look exactly like him. Quickly leaving the bathroom, he locked himself into his bedroom (his dorm thankfully having the modern convenience known as 'separate sleeping quarters') and moved to his own full-length mirror, running his hands over his body and watching as the handsome cat in the glass did the same. He began to get incredibly aroused watching this gorgeous creature posing and performing a little strip-tease, just for him. He bit his lip to suppress a moan as his lover's penis came into view, already erect, standing out from the marmalade's body proudly. "Ohh, God... so beautiful..." As he continued to pose and tease, he watched the cat in the mirror turn around and bend over, leaning over against one of the four tall bedposts as he boldly lifted his tail high, giving Stan a tantalizing view of his perfect rear. Reaching back and groping himself, imagining that it was the other cat's hand, he squeezed and kneaded his buttock, stretching out a finger to tease at his backdoor, shivering at the instinctive resistant clench. Stanley had been in relationships with both women and men, though never in all his time with the latter had he ever been the bottom. He'd thought it was just who he was, to prefer being in charge, but now he imagined his perfect lover pushing him roughly against the wall and taking him, and moaned at the idea, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine, his hand sliding down his abdomen towards his aching, ignored penis.

By the time that night ended, Stan had given in to his desires, masturbating before that mirror, completely captivated by his own image, coming in unison with his identical lover with a release that felt more powerful than any he could remember. He'd mentioned the event to a close friend once, and he'd laughed and written it off as a 'stoned college moment', a form of experimentation, but Stan didn't think so. Even in the morning, once he'd sobered up, he couldn't get his own image out of his mind, to the point where he caught himself daydreaming that if he'd had a twin brother, the strength of his feelings that other night might actually drive him to attempt to initiate incest. Alas, not only was he not a twin, he was the only member of his family to inherit his grandfather's marmalade colouration. One night, as he was brushing his teeth, gazing into his own beautiful cerulean eyes, he caught himself thinking the seemingly innocent thought, It's too bad I can't bring you out of there. But when he returned to his room and flicked on the TV, he discovered a made-for-TV-movie where a man discovers that he is actually a clone of his scientist wife's real husband, who'd secretly died in a car accident years ago. The movie itself was terrible, and even with his generalized training he could tell the science made no sense, but it planted an idea in Stan's head, and he dared to imagine... There wasn't really another cat inside the mirror, of course, so he could never bring 'him' out, but what if he really could experience another Stanley Stayne? What if he didn't have to lower his expectations? What if he could actually place his hands on another person who felt exactly the same way he did about everything, who had the exact same pelt as him... and who would love him just as unconditionally as he loved his reflection?

Now, years later, Dr. Stanley Stayne was considered a rising star in the field of genetics, with a specialization in cloning. He stood in the middle of his personal laboratory, surrounded by specialized equipment of his own design, watching the read-outs as the final performance test began after all these years. Explaining what the machines were and how they worked would be an exceedingly long process, its complexity matched only by how profoundly boring it would be. Suffice to say, inside the main tank, aided by his special nutrient solution, the machines should be assembling, molecule by molecule, a perfect recreation of his own body, extrapolated from his own DNA. More than that, though, using extremely detailed 'maps' of his own brain, scanned fresh less than an hour ago, if everything worked the way it had in simulations, it would even imprint on this clone an exact copy of Stan's mind, his personality and memories, everything that made Stanley Stayne, Stanley Stayne. He would remember every event that Stan did, meaning he would vividly remember the first time he'd kissed another person, a cute bat girl named Stephanie he'd dated in high school, and would only have the vaguest recollections of the graduation after-party he'd attended upon finishing college. He never did figure out whose boxers he'd been wearing in the morning. More than that, though, he would even share things as specific as Stanley's intense dislike for pickles, and his secret love of lilacs. The cat swallowed and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn't get distracted by the hopeful outcome, when he wasn't sure he wasn't going to get the worst case scenario. His eyes darted to the side, to a vial of ominously labelled yet surprisingly harmless looking fluid, to be used in case whatever was in that tank came out... wrong. Not wrong as in 'evil twin', as science fiction loved to suggest, wrong as in... well, this was the first time anyone had ever tried this, and it wasn't entirely outside of the realm of possibility that the recreation of Stanley's body would find some unknown way to fail horribly. The fluid, and the sealed syringes next to it, weren't for Stan's sense of protection... they were for his sense of mercy. He brushed off a moment of self-doubt, silently reassuring himself that he would only do that to prevent suffering, not out of a narcissistic need to ensure that the replica of himself was just as perfect as he found his own reflection.

Trying to wipe his worries from his mind, he calmed himself by looking out the window in the door to his lab, to the animal pen next door where he knew that two perfectly identical feral goats were currently enjoying dinner. The process had worked. Stan was only worried because it had never been tried on a sapient being before. The tests they'd performed on the goats to determine whether or not they had identical knowledge and memory had been inconclusive. We should have used dogs, they can be trained, see if the training would be passed on. Hearing a beeping from behind him, he hurried to one of the displays to check the readings. It was probably a moot point, anyway. This test was wholly unauthorized, there was no way his sponsors would agree to sapient-level testing. That's why he was darting back and forth between the readouts, making minute adjustments to the controls by himself. If this went south, he didn't want any of his assistants to be accomplices. Not to mention that they were a good bunch of kids, and they would probably try to talk him out of it. He shook off the idea that what he was doing was 'mad science' by pointing out that he wasn't being nearly dramatic enough for that label, and he was doing this in the middle of the afternoon, not the middle of a stormy night. He didn't even know any hunchbacks. As the process moved closer and closer to completion, Stan found himself getting more and more nervous as he began to worry about something wholly unrelated to the technical success of the operation; what exactly was he going to say once there was an actual personality there, instead of a literal reflection? He tried to brush this worry off as well, assure himself he was being silly, since the two of them would have identical knowledge and would surely get along just fine, but this time he couldn't quite shake the feeling. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, every indicator read full green, every progress bar was full, and Stanley found himself, all pins and needles, standing in front of the tank as the siphon drained out the fluid inside. Once the indicator read clear, he reached for the handle and realized his hand was trembling, and pulled it back, not wanting the other's first sight to be of his creator shivering like a schoolgirl meeting a movie star. He shook out his arms and bounced up and down on his heels a couple times, trying to shake his nerves steady, taking deep breaths... and then something started banging on the inside of the lid.

Stan actually jumped back and hissed at the shock, his tail puffing out, ears flattening against his head, heart beating like a jackhammer. He'd planned to remove the subject - such a clinical term for such a beautiful dream - from the tank and clean him up a bit before the anesthetic effect of the fluid wore off, but apparently his calculations when altering the formula from the much smaller body of the goat had been off. Admittedly, he wasn't usually the one in charge of that aspect of the process, and he'd been afraid of going too far and poisoning the poor thing before he ever took a breath. But this wasn't exactly ideal either. Just when he was starting to imagine some grotesque, misshapen thing inside, flailing at the lid in an attempt to burst forth and begin exactly the kind of crappy horror movie that gave Stan's occupation a bad name, there was another sound. Something inside was spitting, coughing, and then... "What's going on?! Let me out of here! Hello? Vanessa? Somebody help!" Stan's heart skipped a beat, and not out of fear. Vanessa was one of his assistants, and he hadn't sent her home until after the brain scan he'd input into the process. It felt like time was moving in slow motion as he stepped forward, extended his arm, and grabbed onto the handle. He forced himself not to rush as he broke the seal on the lid, unlocked the latch, and pulled it open, to reveal...

Stanley Stayne, naked, dripping wet, and holding an arm up to block the sudden bright light. "God, what in the..." As he lowered his arm, the other cat caught sight of the person in the doorway, and a look of shock more complete than any Stan had ever seen came over his face. "...Oh my God. Oh my God, it worked?! It worked and... and I'm the clone?" He looked down at himself like he'd never seen his own body before - and to be fair, he hadn't - turning his arms over and staring at the dripping wet fur in amazement. "Oh wow... I... This is so weird..." Stanley (the other Stanley) laughed nervously. "You're telling me?" He extended a hand to his counterpart, who reached out and took it firmly. Both felines froze for just a moment, savouring the contact they'd (he'd?) been dreaming of for years. Giving a tug, Stanley helped his new friend out of the tank, where he stood on the tiled floor, dripping and shivering, rubbing his arms. "Jeez, it's freezing in here... and I never noticed how odd this goop smells before." "Come on, everyone's gone home, you can rinse off under the emergency shower in the chem lab."

Soon, the clone stood under the strong jet of water, intended to quickly cleanse an injured scientist's body of harmful chemicals, now merely being used for a quick shower. Stanley stood back, nervously toying with a stick of deodorant and a change of clothes, things he normally kept in the lab for those occasions when he'd stayed up all night working on a project, without going home. He tried to remain professional, but found he couldn't stop staring. He looked... perfect. The fur patterns looked identical to the naked eye, and the way he moved, the way he stood under the water in the shower, it was so very familiar... he'd been so busy worrying about all the ways this could fail that for the first time in months, if not years, he hadn't spent any time daydreaming about what would happen if it was a complete success. He realized the object of his affection was speaking, and shook off the reverie. "I'm sorry, what?" The other cat turned his orange-and-white head and grinned a very familiar grin. "I said, we've determined one thing. I'm definitely not water-soluble." Stan found himself laughing at the stupid joke, and after all that stress, all that worry, it felt great. The clone switched off the water and Stanley stepped forward, holding out a thick, plushy towel. "I'm sorry, there's no fur drier in here, emergency use and all that." "It's okay, uh, Stanley - man, it feels weird to say that - it just feels so much better to be clean." As the other man started toweling himself off, the scientist retrieved a gadget from the pocket of his lab coat. "Do you mind? I - I just need to know that you're..." He couldn't bring himself to finish, but the other finished the thought almost instantly. "Stable? Please do, I've been dying of curiosity myself." About six months earlier, an earlier test had appeared to be a complete success, but the cloned creature they'd created (a feral sheep, in that case) had turned out to be an imperfect copy, with an 'unstable structure' in their parlance. The result was a complete systemic breakdown not entirely unlike AIDS, except that its vital organs shut down in less than twelve hours, and there was nothing that could be done to slow it down. Stan felt a cold jab into his heart as he realized there was open, honest fear in the other man's eyes, and realized that he knew precisely how he felt, imagining being confronted with the possibility of dying like that. Moving quickly, he produced a pair of tweezers, pulling a hair out of the man's shoulder and carefully removing the follicle, which would contain a viable DNA sample. Placing it inside the gadget, another device he himself had created, he pressed a button, and stared intensely at the LCD readout, which maddeningly just read 'STAND BY'. He swore internally that the next model would at least have a percentage meter. "Ummm..." He looked up. The newly created feline was giving him an odd look. "I just wanted to say... if I'm not stable..." "C'mon, don't think like that, uh, Stan. Not until you know for sure." The clone had been right, using his own name did feel weird. "No, I know you won't let me go through that. I mean... if I die... please don't give up. On the project, I mean. You deserve to be happy." The scientist found himself, for the first time in years, at a loss for words. Fortunately, the object in his hands beeped, and he was given a handy distraction. "...It looks like it won't come to that. No cell degradation whatsoever. You're just as stable as I am!" He laughed, grinning from ear to ear. "Exactly as stable as I am!" His counterpart, looking profoundly relieved, joined him in laughing, and the two men embraced happily, a simple hug to celebrate the culmination of a life's work.

After a close, warm moment, the clone cleared his throat. "So, ah, Stanley, I know I have all your memories and all, but even I'm getting confused by the name stuff at this point. What are we going to call me?" The cat in the labcoat smiled. "I only realized this could be a problem while I was actually, you know, creating you. Had a lot of time to think." And that felt even stranger to say than his own name. "So I gave it a bit of thought, and... how would you feel if I called you 'Adam'?" The clone looked thoughtful for a moment, and then began to nod, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "The first man. I think I like that. Adam Stayne. Yeah, I like that a lot." Grinning back at him, Stan suddenly found himself embarrassed, and looked away, blushing. "Ummm, I'm not quite done with the tests, need to check your muscle tone and your memories." Adam cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "Muscle tone? Oh! You're thinking of the mice who came out atrophied. Good idea. Nothing a little exercise can't fix anyway." Stan couldn't help but grin, proud of his new friend. "Remembering that test is a good sign, but I have some more specific questions -" "-That you deliberately didn't come up with until after the scan, so I wouldn't just remember what you were thinking at that time. I remember the plan." There was a moment of silence, and then both men spoke as one, in perfect unison. "This is really weird."

After some more giggles, Stan gingerly reached forward and took hold of Adam's arm, gently squeezing his biceps, feeling for oddities or weakened regions. "So Adam, where was the first house we - I - uhh..." "Just say 'we', it'll be easier." "Right. So, where was the first house we lived in?" "The first one would have been Dad's old apartment, but Mom and Dad moved to the suburbs right after we were born. 37 Ridgeview Avenue, great big rock in the backyard and that one shingle on the roof of the garage at a different angle from the rest of them." Stanley had moved on to Adam's back, not having found any flaws so far. "Good. First school we attended?" "St. Beatrice Elementary. We always hated the way the lights buzzed in science class." "Excellent. What's our favourite movie?" Adam chuckled quietly. "Well, if anyone asks, it's The Shawshank Redemption, but deep down it's really Star Trek IV, we're just too embarrassed to admit that." Stan laughed happily. That was precisely the right answer. He tried to keep his face neutral as he threw another test the other man's way. "Ah yes, The Wrath of Khan was a classic." The copy gave his creator a sly look. "Wrath of Khan was the second one, Stan, four was The Voyage Home, where they go back in time to the eighties and Spock nerve-pinches a punk rocker on a bus." Stan's smile widened slightly. "Just checking. Now... tell me about our first kiss." He kept his eyes carefully away from the glance the clone sent him, feeling his cheeks burning again, without being sure why. He only stopped feeling up the man's back when he realized there was silence. "Adam? You - you do remember, don't you?" "Oh, sorry, it's just... your first kiss was with Stephanie Albright, second date with her, you saw that dumbass movie about the time-traveling Roman centurion. But I just realized... I've never kissed anybody. The sum total of my existence has been getting out of that tank, having a shower, and learning I wasn't dying." He grinned again, somewhat self-consciously. "Well, that and having a conversation with myself... who seems to be trying to cop a feel." Stanley started as he realized his hands had moved around the man's torso while he was distracted and were gently caressing his nipples. "Oh God! Sorry, I just -" Adam looked over his shoulder and said nothing, but the look he sent the scientist made Stan blush even harder and his ears lower a bit, realizing that the other man knew exactly how attracted he was to his own figure... and that he returned those feelings. "It's fine. It's just a weird sensation, realizing that I've never eaten, I've never worn anything, hell, I've never even gone to the bathroom! Oh, and I'm a virgin again. Not something you hear very often. Hey, I've got a question for you." "Y-you do? Shoot." Stepping away for a moment and then turning around, the other marmalade gestured to the one part of himself Stanley had been trying so hard not to look at; his genitals. "How come I'm circumcised? That's not in your DNA, and I thought we hadn't come up with a way to fix that." Getting that 'nervous schoolgirl' feeling again, Stan smiled anxiously. "Oh, that? Right after I took the scan, Vanessa had a breakthrough with the nanobots we borrowed from Applied Sciences, got them to work with the solution I put in the nutrient fluid. I was able to program them to remove the cells of your foreskin as they formed from the DNA reconstruction. I thought about even leaving out the scar, but..." Adam grinned. "But then I wouldn't be exactly like you. Well, thanks, Stan, I really appreciate it. That's one experience I'm glad I don't have to have all over again." Stanley had been circumcised at the age of thirteen, when it was determined that a minor genetic defect had rendered his foreskin too tight; gaining full erection actually hurt the poor lad, and the problem only would have gotten worse as he grew up. Stan had been deeply grateful after the procedure, and never held any malice about it, but he - and now Adam - vividly remembered the recovery period as one of the most painful, unpleasant experiences of his life. Adam reached forward and put a hand on the original's shoulder, looking him in the eye. "There's another question you haven't asked yet, Stan." "I, uh..." "Come on, it's not like this is a vague one, you've been planning to ask me this for years now, long before you ever worked out the actual science. Look at you, blushing like I'm the popular kid you're asking out." He looked away, ashamed. "I... I'm just... it's overwhelming now that it's actually happening..." Adam placed a finger under Stan's chin and tilted his head back towards him, a soft look in his eyes, so clear, so beautiful, so perfectly like his own. When he spoke again, the clone's voice was softer, more subdued, and Stan realized he was blushing too. "Come on, Stanley... Did you really think I wouldn't love you?" And with that, the other feline, the vision of beauty who had beguiled Stanley at an early age, leaned forward and kissed him.

Both of them shuddered at that initial contact, and then, as one, brought their hands up to embrace the other, holding the other man tight. Stan's shirt was getting damp from the contact with Adam's fur, but he didn't care one iota. Those lips were so soft, so supple, just as he'd imagined, and as he pressed his tongue against his new lover's, he moaned into Adam's mouth, overcome with emotion as he finally, finally got to express his feelings physically. He wasn't terribly surprised that Adam did it at exactly the same time. One hand running through the sodden fur on Adam's back, the other gently cradling his head, Stanley could have kissed him forever. Eventually, Adam broke it off with a smile. Stan moved his hand around to caress his lover's cheek. "How was your first kiss, babe?" "Oh, it was wonderful. What about you, was this everything you hoped it would be?" "Even better." The two identical marmalades nuzzled against each other, already beginning to purr. "So, when I introduce you to Mom and Dad, should I say you're their new son, or their new son-in-law?" The naked cat chuckled. "Why not both?" "Oh, you kinky boy... I love it." He laughed once, shaking his head. "They'll probably be so happy that I've finally got a boyfriend again that they wouldn't care." "Dad - uh, your Dad - would probably prefer a girlfriend, though." "This is true, but you can't blame an old man for an old mindset, and he really just wants us - me to be happy." "Mmmm, enough talk, love, come here..." Adam leaned in to kiss him again, but Stan stopped him. "Please, Adam... I've been waiting for today for so long... I - I need you. Come on, get dressed so we can go home and -" He stopped as Adam pushed his hips forward, pressing his naked erection against Stan's thigh. The scientist felt his toes curl up in his shoes at the indirect touch of that proudly rigid length against his body. "I need you too, Stan, but I don't want to wait any longer than we already have, let's use the cot in your office." "Are you sure? My office isn't very romantic, and the cot isn't even all that comfortable..." "I'm sure. I - I love you, Stan, so it doesn't matter where we go as long as we're together." The scientist was genuinely touched, but he still hemmed and hawed. "But it's your first time, Adam..." His lover moved his muzzle down to Stan's neck, ever-so-slightly teasing his sharp teeth along the scientist's skin, taking advantage of a rather potent erogenous zone that only one person knew about before today. Stan moaned as the clone playfully nipped and kissed at the spot where his neck met his shoulders, before leaning back to speak once again. "Well, if I remember correctly, you didn't exactly get clearance for this stage of the project, so I'll admit to being hesitant to going out before it gets dark." Reaching up to scratch his copy - no, to scratch his lover behind the ears, Stan chuckled quietly. "Alright, that's a pretty good point. We'll lay low here until the sun goes down, once everybody has gone home for the evening, and then we can vamoose. And Adam?" The other male was busy nuzzling against his lover's chest, but took a moment to acknowledge him. "Mmm?" "...I love you too. I always have."

It was hard for the new lovers to even get to Stan's office, as they couldn't bear to pry themselves apart. As the door swung open, only prevented from denting the wall by the rubber stopper placed there for exactly such occasions, Adam was opening the buttons on his creator's shirt, leaning down and kissing Stan's chest. By the time they reached his desk, Stan had a painfully obvious erection tenting out his pants, and could hardly bear to let go of Adam long enough to turn around and retrieve the cot from behind the filing cabinet where he kept it. Quickly unfolding it, he placed it on the floor, while Adam went around and closed all the blinds to the windows, whether they faced the outside world or the rest of the office. Finally, as they approached the humble cot, Stan slipped off his shirt, tossing it to the desk, not even looking to see where it landed. As he began to struggle with his belt, Adam stopped him. "Wait... let me." With a gentle smile on his handsome face, the nude feline sat down on the cot, reaching forward and slowly, smoothly unbuckling Stan's belt, before opening his pants and letting them drop to the floor, pooling around his ankles. As Stan stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, Adam pressed his hands against his lover's pelvis, on either side of his erection, clearly outlining it through the taut material of his boxers. "Oh my, is this for me?" "And it always has been." Stanley shivered as his counterpart nuzzled against his hard-on like an affectionate feral, purring all the while. When Adam reached up and tugged down his underwear, Stan felt even closer to him now that they were both unclothed. The two cats moved to quickly finish the matching set, and soon Stan's socks and wristwatch had joined the rest of his clothes on the desk. As Stan turned to face the cot, he felt Adam's hands on his thighs, gently running his fingertips over the oh-so-soft fur, teasing just outside of his most sensitive areas, before finally reaching up and casually taking his creator's penis in hand. Stan let out a quiet ohhhh as he felt his lover's fingers gently squeezing his manhood, and shivered from the tips of his ears to the end of his tail. Adam looked up, a sensuous expression in those eyes, so blue Stan was having trouble looking away, and smiled. "Shhhhh, just relax, I wouldn't exist without you, and I want to thank you." Despite the admonishment, Stan whimpered as his lover ran his tongue from the base of his creator's rigid prick up to the tip, all without breaking eye contact. Adam chuckled as Stan's cock throbbed in his grip, drooling a little pre-come down the bottom of his shaft, tracing his urethra. He watched, enthralled, as Adam eagerly lapped it up with his wide, thin tongue, licking his lips afterwards as if it had been truly delicious. Adam's hands moved again, to Stan's hips, pushing him towards the desk, and as the scientist eagerly complied, his creation swung his legs around to the end of the cot, so that he remained comfortably facing him.

As Stan leaned back against the desk, bracing his hands on top, Adam moved forward and returned his mouth to his lover's penis, lingering at the trembling crown, running his tongue all over it, teasing his most sensitive areas and bathing the skin with his saliva. Stan's tail, flicking back and forth behind him, knocked his pen holder onto the ground, but he didn't even look, unable to break eye contact with this gorgeous creature servicing him. Finally, finally, Adam closed his lips around the head of Stan's prick, and slowly slid down his length until the entire shaft was enclosed in the wet warmth of his mouth. Stan shivered, groaning out his pleasure as he dug his claws into the desk, leaving unsightly scratches that would have to be buffed out later, when he gave a damn. "Ohhhh, God..." As his own purring began to increase in volume, he realized that Adam's was, too. He was enjoying pleasuring his creator just as much as he was enjoying being pleasured. Still looking up at Stan, Adam began to bob his head, sliding back and forth along his aching length, his tongue teasing and lashing against his taut flesh while the feline suckled gently. Stan shifted more of his weight onto his butt, feeling his legs beginning to tremble beneath him as he throbbed in his lover's mouth. "Goddamn. Adam... I didn't know I was this good at sucking cock..." Unable to do much with his mouth, Adam snorted in amusement at the crass joke and winked at his lover. Stan moved one of his hands to Adam's head, scratching gently behind his ears and running his fingers through his hair and fur, as he murmured his appreciation, barely above a whisper. "Fuck... I don't have to tell you anything, d-do I? You already know exactly how to - ah! ...how to make me feel good, bec-cause I already know."

As if answering the question, Adam moved his hands away from the base of Stan's penis, one moving to squeeze and caress his testicles, the other moving beneath and behind, to massage his perineum, get just that extra hint of prostate stimulation going. In a new touch, that hand extended a finger towards the ring of muscle at the base of Stan's tail, playfully teasing at his lover's virgin entrance and making him clench in instinctive resistance. Even in the middle of such an intimate moment, Stan found himself blushing. "Ah! N-not yet, Adam, one th-thing at a time..." His lover winked at him and resumed sucking him off with even more gusto than before, clearly giving it his all. A single pulse of pleasure ran through his body as Adam mercilessly teased an especially sensitive spot just below the head of his prick. "Oh - oh fuck, Adam, I'm - I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep it up like this..." The marmalade clearly took this as a challenge, as he pushed forward until his lips brushed against Stanley's fur, and sucked in on his cheeks, squeezing his lover's entire length while he pushed hard against his prostate. As Stanley moaned, Adam pulled back until just the head of the other male's prick was in his mouth, and moved the hand from Stan's balls up to his straining shaft, stroking and squeezing it, obviously trying to finish his lover off. Stanley began to tremble, feeling the point of no return rushing towards him, shaking his head and whispering things which did not suggest his vast intelligence. "Jesus... oh shit, I - I'm so... I'm so close... p-please, Adam, keep going, don't stop, I'm gonna cooooome..." Finally, with one tremendous shudder, he gasped, arching his back, finally breaking eye contract with the other marmalade to throw his head back and moan out his pleasure, every muscle in his body stiffening, his ears swivelling back, and his tail thrashing about on the desk behind him as he reached his summit. "Oh Adam, I'm coming!"

As the scientist cried out, his orgasm exploding outwards to fill his body, his lover moaned around his mouthful, jerking Stanley even harder while his penis twitched and spasmed, spurting thick, hot gouts of his seed directly onto the clone's eagerly waiting tongue, which even now teased and licked at the head of his creator's cock, pausing once in a while to swallow and clear his mouth of the flavourful semen pumping into it. With his other hand, Adam pressed hard against Stanley's prostate, sending jolts of even greater pleasure throughout the man's nervous system. When the climax had finally burned itself out, Stanley groaned, utterly satisfied, and relaxed, sagging down and letting all of his weight rest against the desk, pushing it back an inch or so with the sudden force. As he fell back onto his haunches, Adam allowed the head of his softening cock to slip out of his mouth, and, swallowing the last of his lover's release, smiled widely, licking his lips in an exaggerated manner. "Mmmmmm. I didn't know I was so delicious." Looking down at his counterpart, Stanley chuckled. "Yes you did. You remember that night in college, don't you?" He laughed, nodding. "Savoured every last drop, didn't you? Well, can't say I blame you. Come here, love." He opened his arms, and with a grunt, Stanley pushed off of the desk and joined the other feline on the cot, which was so narrow that it forced them to press together to both lie down at once. Fortunately, this was something they both enjoyed, Adam throwing a leg around Stan's side and clenching, pressing his creator tight against his still-erect penis, which rubbed deliciously against his pelvic fur, while Stan's own flaccid cock rubbed against Adam, trailing residual cream along his fur as they ground together, embracing tightly and kissing with the kind of passion that normally only years of romance can build up. Stan shivered from head to toe, his tail snapping out like a whip as he realized he could taste his sperm in that kiss... and that he was tasting it on his own tongue.

They cuddled and nuzzled together for a while as they kissed, the cot creaking as they shifted around. But before too long, the Staynes broke off the liplock, Adam looking down to see Stan's fingers wrapped firmly around his own neglected manhood. "You know, Adam, I think I should perform one more test, for science's sake." The other feline grinned, playing along. "What did you have in mind, Dr. Stayne?" His hand slipped down lower, cradling his creation's scrotum as if trying to gauge its weight. "You were only created, what, an hour ago? Two? "Mmm, sounds about right." He squeezed and rolled Adam's testicles in his palm, gazing at them faux-thoughtfully. "You came into existence as an exact copy of me, but the process didn't copy things I put into my body... or substances that my body has to generate. I wonder if your testes have even had time to create any sperm cells since you've been up and about." Stan moved his other hand up, trailing a finger along his lover's urethra, claw extended just enough to trigger the feline's natural pain-for-pleasure instinct, smiling as Adam sucked in a hissed breath of pleasure. "Th-that's an interesting question, but how do you propose testing this?" "Oh, nothing especially fancy, I was thinking a manual stimulation of the tissue surrounding the corpus cavernosum to make sure that the spermatazoa are being created and matured at a reasonable rate." His counterpart chuckled. "Why yes, dear, I'd love a handjob. Anything for science!" Stan beamed at the 'dear' part. He liked the idea of affectionate little nicknames between the two of them. "Get up for a moment, hon, I want to do this properly."

At Stanley's urging, an amused Adam got up off the cot and down onto the floor, on all fours, his purring still going strong as his lover eased his legs apart and got down on his knees, rubbing his sides from behind. "There we are. Feeling relaxed? Good." As he spoke, one of his hands slipped down Adam's side and under his stomach, seeking out his stiff cock and taking a firm grasp of it. As he finally began to stroke his creation properly, Adam groaned in relief and shivered. "Ohhh, yeah... I was worried you were just gonna tease me forever..." "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don't have to worry about that, silly, I just wanted you to properly savour it. Now just close your eyes, I know exactly how best to take care of you..." Obediently shutting his eyes as he let his forearms drop to the floor and rested his chin upon them, Adam couldn't resist one little bit of snark. "No wonder, you've been training for it since you were thirteen." Adam giggled as Stan smacked his rump, his tail instinctively flicking up at the blow. This, or more accurately something this gave him a glimpse of, put a thought into Stan's mind, and as he continued running his hand up and down his boyfriend's shaft, pausing occasionally to squeeze his palm all around the head of Adam's prick, he quietly bent down even lower, his free hand continuing to pet along the other cat's sides and thighs, moving up to squeeze and massage his buttocks... and then to gently grip his tail and lift it up and out of the way. Adam remained oblivious to all this, focusing on the expert stimulation being applied to his prick, which throbbed in his hand, a drop of milky fluid forming at the tip. "Oooh, look at that, you've at least got pre-come in you, that's a good sign. I should take a sample, do some tests later." Instead of doing that, however, he began to do something completely different, and Adam had no idea until he suddenly felt something wet and warm beginning to tease at his anus.

His tail instantly puffed up in Stanley's grip, and he shot back up onto his hands, looking over his shoulder with a rather shocked expression on his face as Stanley continued to lick at his rear. "S-Stan?! What the hell are you doing?" He pulled back and grinned at his lover, putting on his faux-intellectual voice again. "Well, Adam, it's called anilingus, although most people either use the phrase 'tossing your salad' or call it a 'rimjob'." The clone didn't seem the least bit amused. "I know what it is, damn it... I just..." He averted his eyes, a look of uncertainty and worry on his face, his ears lowering towards his skull. "I thought you hated rimming, would never do it for anyone, never even let anyone do it to you... I was so certain... maybe some of my memories are wrong..." Releasing the other cat's erection, Stan leaned forward and began petting his back. "Hey, relax, Adam, you were right, I've never, ever done this before." "Then why...?" "Remember earlier, when you realized you'd never eaten anything? Well, you've also never gone to the bathroom. Adam, you are in the unique position of being the only person in the entire world whose sphincter is one hundred percent clean. How could I pass up this opportunity?" Blushing, but smiling, his ears slowly rising back up to their former position, Adam approximated a shrug as best he could in that position. "Well, when you put it like that..." Getting comfortable again, butt up in the air, head resting on his arms on the floor, Adam shivered as he felt Stan's breath on his virgin entrance. This idea had never occurred to Stan before the procedure, Adam would have remembered. At least it meant his lover was able to improvise, that would help spice up their love life. He shivered again and let out a little 'ahh' sound as he felt his creator's tongue pressing against his puckered opening once more, licking and teasing until the reflexive clenching relaxed, allowing Stan easier access to Adam's anus. Stan gently pushed inside just as he reached forward and took hold of his lover's phallus again, stroking him gently as he licked and explored the shallow area of his rear that his tongue could reach. Adam felt yet another shudder rolling down his spine and yowled, almost embarrassed at how good it felt, feeling his cock throb in Stan's hand as that nimble, flexible tongue rubbed gently over every nook and cranny it had access to.

Finally surrendering to the pleasure, Adam moaned with desire as he pushed back against his lover's muzzle, wanting as much of this incredible sensation as he could get, feeling his ears lowering as his behaviour made him blush. "Ohhhh, God, yes... I - I had no idea that I... that I liked being submissive this much... and this time, it's - ohhhh - not a joke..." Stan pulled back for just a moment - and chuckled as Adam whimpered with need the instant his tongue was out of contact with him. "That's it, love, you just enjoy it, I want you to come niiiice and hard for me once you're ready." As he resumed tonguing his doppelganger, Stan flipped the hand that was pleasing him around, so that his thumb was closer to Adam's belly; then he started stroking his prick more vigorously, as if he was milking a cow. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he got a firm grip of a supple buttock and lewdly spread Adam wider, giving him slightly more access to his rear. This continued for quite some time, with Adam alternately mewling like a kitten and yowling like a feral in heat, writhing and shuddering under his lover's touch and tongue, blushing fiercely to the point where he was covering his eyes like an embarrassed child, slightly muffling his voice. "Ohhh God, my ass... Christ, Stanley, I - I'm so close... J-just a little bit more... Aaah!" He cried out lustily as Stan increased his efforts, masturbating his counterpart as fast and as hard as he could. With his other hand, he released Adam's butt and reached off to the side, grabbing something off of a shelf on the cabinet next to them and subtly holding it forward, directly underneath Adam's twitching penis, which by now was drooling a fairly constant stream of pre. The duplicate's entire body trembled as he hurtled towards release, and when he finally crossed the line, he arched his back, digging his claws into the floor; unlike Stanley, who had verbally announced his impending climax, Adam was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he was unable to do anything but cry out a long, relieved ohhhhhh at the top of his voice, his toes curling up as his steel-hard prick began to throb and pulsate in Stanley's hand, shuddering uncontrollably as he ejaculated, spurt after hot, wet, glorious spurt of sticky feline come jetting out of him as the clone emptied his balls for the very first time.

Once he was sated, Adam fell to the side with a groan, shivering with joy as aftershocks danced up and down his spine, his purring loud and strong, like a well-kept outboard motor. He felt his lover's strong arms under his own, pulling him up and onto the cot. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was nicer than the floor. Still slightly dazed from the force of his release, Adam passively went along with it, cuddling up against Stanley on the cot. Once he'd finally gotten his breathing under control, he nuzzled against his boyfriend's chest. Stan kissed him on the crown of the head, and the clone giggled tiredly. "How was your first orgasm, love?" Adam looked up at him, adoration in his eyes. "I can confirm that your memories weren't exaggerating. Coming is totally awesome." Both of them chuckled as they kissed and licked at each other. Eventually, a thought occurred to Adam, and he leaned up to look over at where they'd been. "Hey, Stan, sorry about your floor, I'll clean up when we - what?" The floor was spotless. "Wait... don't tell me it was literally true! Nothing came out of me?!" Stan snickered, and his distraught double looked back at him - and laughed in relief. His lover was holding up a clear glass test tube - one that had a sizable amount of semen in it. Trying to sound serious again, he concluded his 'experiment'. "Judging from these results, you can indeed shoot a load with the best of them, though I doubt this particular sample has many viable sperm in it. Just give it a couple days or so, and you'll have just as many little swimmers as I do." Adam beamed at him like a fawning admirer, which, to be fair, he was. "Excellent work, Dr. Stayne. Can I see that for a second?" He passed the test tube to his lover, who gave it a sniff, shivering in indecent glee. "I had an experiment of my own to try out. Half the calories, but does the diet formula taste as good as the original?" Raising the tube as if acknowledging a toast, Adam brought it to his lips and, as Stanley watched, smiling, Adam drank down his own still-warm come. He shivered with naughty glee, then licked his lips. "Passes the taste test. One more way we're identical." Laughing, the two marmalades began to snuggle on the cot, whose tiny surface felt wasteful to two so entwined.

After some time had passed, the two lovers were just holding each other and purring quietly, until Stan broke the silence. "Adam?" "Mmmm?" "I just wanted to tell you..." He cleared his throat, blushing. "I - I've been dreaming of today for years, dreaming of being able to tell you how much I love you... to touch you, to feel you, to hear you say it back and have you touch me too... I... I can't remember the last time I was this happy." Appropriately, Adam mirrored his blush, smiling shyly, despite all they'd shared, and all they were planning to share. "I think I can beat that. After all, I've been waiting for this moment my whole life." They chuckled together and kissed briefly, and then Adam reached over and touched his creator's face, gazing into Stan's eyes as if he could find the secrets of the universe within. "...Truthfully, this is all pretty thrilling to me too, even if I'm just going off your memories." Knowing himself rather well, Stanley could instantly see the subtext in Adam's statement, even if he was trying to hide it. He squeezed his boyfriend for a moment, holding him tighter against his fluffy body, then moving a finger down to trail along his fur, tracing the separation between the vibrant orange and white patches of his pelt that had earned the breed the nickname 'creamsicle cats'. "Adam, I don't want you to think for an instant that the exact nature of your creation makes you any less important than anyone else on this planet. You're not a pet, you're not a novelty, you're a man. The fact that you were based on an existing template doesn't change that." Closing his eyes and resting his head against Stan's shoulder, Adam sighed, tickling the other cat's whiskers. "But I never really had a childhood, never had any experiences growing up..." "Hey now, those memories you've got aren't just for show, they're real. Look at you, a few hours old, and you could operate any of the machines in this lab. You've got a full university education, even if it wasn't literally your butt in that seat." Gently lifting Adam's head, Stan nuzzled against his cheek and smiled at him. "We share the same childhood, Adam, the exact same formative years. No one else in the world has a connection like that! Even twins don't have as close a bond as us!" Reaching down to run a finger along Stanley's flaccid penis, Adam grinned, clearly encouraged. "I should certainly hope not." They laughed quietly for a bit, and then Adam nuzzled back at his lover. "Thank you, love. I needed to hear that." "I meant every word. You're not just a spare me, from the moment you were created, you were your own man." "I love you, Stanley." "I love you too, Adam." Then the two cats went right back to necking, with the kind of enthusiasm normally seen only in high school students putting off class to make out somewhere quiet.

After a few minutes, they'd gone back to just holding each other and cuddling, when Stan spoke up again. "You know, call me crazy, but I think something's still bothering you." Ears perking up, Adam blushed fiercely. "Oh! I, uh... it's nothing." "Oh, it's that kind of problem, is it? Now I definitely need to know. Don't make me tickle it out of you." With a fwap, Adam's ears instantly flattened against his head, and his tail, which had been gently floating back and forth behind him, suddenly froze in place. Adam eyed his lover carefully. "...You wouldn't dare." "You tell me, Adam, would I? And I know exactly where you're most ticklish." Adam glanced down along his body as Stan's hand began to creep towards the side of his ribs, and whimpered in defeat. "Okay, okay! I surrender!" He averted his eyes, embarrassed. "It's just that... I, uh... I really, really liked it when you were, you know... licking me." Playfully licking his clone's cheek, Stan whispered in his ear. "You mean when I was rimming you?" To his delight, Adam blushed even harder. "Yes, I'm talking about the rimjob! I - I had no idea it could feel so goddamn good... and I'm just kinda bummed that it's never going to happen again once I get some food in me. Well, out of me." He expected more teasing, maybe some light-hearted mockery, but it didn't come. Stan just got a thoughtful look on his face. "You know, you did come a lot harder than I expected..." Shivering at the memory, Adam grinned. "It was just so warm and wet and kinky... God, I felt like such a slut, couldn't get enough of it! Could we please do it some more before it's too late?" Adam was surprised to see a bit of red in his creator's cheeks as he responded. "Well... if you liked it that much... maybe we could buy a bidet or something, take special precautions in the future so that we could, you know, do it again. I mean, people have been doing it for centuries without the benefit of clone-clean butts, right?" Adam beamed back, hugging him tight. "You really mean that?" "Only if you promise to return the favour... can't say I'm not curious, honestly. And you're the only person in the universe I'd do it for." He kissed Stan on the nose, and soon they were both smiling identical grins. "Lucky me." "Heh, truth is, I've been kinda thinking about it since you came, that was loud. We're lucky the labs and offices are sound-proofed to keep from disturbing sensitive experiments." Adam snickered. "Soundproof, eh? I love a challenge..." He began to grind his pelvis against Stan's thigh, revealing that the clone was beginning to harden once more. The scientist grinned wide enough to show off his molars, and winked at his lover. "Mmmm, relax, we've got all the time in the world..." This time, there were no interruptions as they went back to kissing and fondling each other.

As the two lovers expressed their feelings for each other, they progressively grew more and more forward, with less cuddling and more groping, their kissing motivated more by hunger than by emotion; by the time both men were fully erect, they were moaning with need, grinding against each other, beginning to rock the cot. Finally, Stan broke it off, his ears back just slightly, shivering in his boyfriend's arms. "Oh God, Adam, I can't wait anymore, I need you, I need you so bad!" Adam nodded with a grateful expression on his face. "Me too, love, I'm right there with you." The cot beneath them gave a creak as they separated, and Stan looked down dubiously. "It's great for cuddling, hon, but I'm not sure this thing can withstand a full-fledged fucking. Let's go find something more solid." Adam nodded again, but stopped the scientist as he started to get up. "Wait, Stan, I - I wanted to ask you... can I please be the bottom this time?" There was an odd pleading look in his eyes, as if he was afraid Stan might cruelly turn him down. "Hey, if you want it, of course, love, I thought we were just going to flip a coin or something." Adam blushed a little and grinned, reaching up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's just... Even though I remember your first time, I'm technically a virgin. And, well... you've never bottomed, Stan, not even once. So I want my first time to be something I don't already have the memories of, I want it to really be a first for me." Stan laughed happily and gave his clone a quick kiss. "Awww, that's so adorable. Romantic, too. Kind of embarrassing, really, I was just going to ask you to bottom and then make a bad joke about pulling rank 'because I'm older'." Smiling, the two marmalades got up off the cot, pausing for a brief moment to just stand there and look at each other, hands in hands, and then Stan indicated the door with his head. "I stashed some lube in my private locker while the autonomous preparations for your 'birth' were underway. Mind getting it for me?" "I'd love to." The feline sauntered over to the door, certain his lover was staring at his ass. He made a mental note that the next time he was in Stan's position, he would say something clever, like 'I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.' Come to think of it, if he'd just thought of that, shouldn't Stan have, too? Why hadn't - He got his answer when he was suddenly grabbed from behind and pushed roughly against the wall next to the door. Stan hadn't said anything because he was putting his natural feline stealth to good use and sneaking up behind his lover. "S-Stan?" The clone shivered as the other cat pressed his body against him from behind and began to lick and nibble at his neck, before whispering hungrily into his boyfriend's ear. "I just remembered, it's right here." He reached to the side, into the top drawer of a cabinet just net to them, and retrieved a small tube of lubricant, then licked Adam's ear, grinding his erection against the clone's right buttock. It was then that Adam clued in. "W-wait a minute... this is your fantasy, you've dreamed of me taking you against the wall like this! That was the first time you ever even thought about bottoming!" He inhaled sharply as Stan bit down on the loose skin on the back of his neck, sending a pulse of pleasure directly down his spine. When he released it, he began to knead and rub his partner's shoulders. "That's right, but that also means it's one of your fantasies, too, loverboy... and I want to make your first time something special." Adam groaned, shuddering at the feeling of the warm body pressed against him. "God, yes... I want it so bad..." He hunched forward slightly, and Stan took the cue and stepped back a little, allowing his lover room to stick his butt out and, with just a little hesitation, raise his tail until it was flagged up nice and high, fully showing off the goods.

Adam whimpered with need as Stan pressed two slicked-up fingers under his tail, massaging the lube into his flesh, preparing him for what was to come, all while whispering lewd promises into his ear. Finally, just when Adam thought he was about to go crazy if he had to wait any longer, Stan let go and quickly slathered lube along his stiff penis. Then he stepped forward again, and as Adam braced his hands against the wall, Stan took hold of his hips, leaning forward and lining up the tip of his prick with his lover's anus, and paused. This time, there was no teasing, no playfulness to his voice, just love. "Are you ready?" "I - I think so." "You just say the word if it hurts and we'll stop, okay? Let you get used to it. And if you absolutely can't handle it, that's okay too, we'll work something else out." "I don't think that'll be a problem, but thanks." "You're welcome. I love you, Adam." "Love you too... hey, Stan?" "Mmm?" He looked over his shoulder, and though there was nervousness in his eyes, he put on a playful grin. "The age-old question, eh? Is this incest, or masturbation?" Despite his own trepidation at his first time with the clone, Stan groaned, laughing and shaking his head. Adam winked and smiled wider. "Hey, don't give me that look, you know if I hadn't said it, you would have." Stan gave his lover a sly look in return, as he pulled back a little, hot-dogging his cock between Adam's pert buttocks, and then began to grind against him, rubbing his shaft against the clone's tender entrance. "Maybe, maybe not, but I still think you owe me something special for that." "What do you - oh, you can't mean -" He laughed once, and nodded. "Oh, but I do." "You mean you'd make me say those things?" Stan lewdly raised his eyebrows, only half-seriously. "Talk dirty to me, baby." Blushing, but still smiling, Adam laughed, clearly more relaxed. "If I didn't know exactly how much this turned you on..." Pressing back against Stan's hard-on, the feline mewed piteously, face to the wall to hide his embarrassment - and his smile. "Come on, you big stud, I'm dying to feel that great big dick of yours inside me. Quit horsing around and fuck me already!" Although it seemed quite at odds with the warm, loving exchange that had just occurred, this playful exchange was really only half because dirty talk really turned them on. It was also because without saying a word about it, they both knew they were nervous about this first time together, and acting this way, being silly and naughty with each other, helped them to relax. Now, opening his mouth a little, allowing his purr to accent his words like a growl, Stan gripped his lover's cheeks and pressed forward, pushing his entire body against Adam's as he whispered his approval in the other man's ear. "God damn, that's just perfect, love... Trust me, you'll get what you want, I can't wait to feel your tight little ass around me. Get ready." As he leaned back and once again lined up his prick with Adam's back door, the clone shuddered from head to toe, letting out a strained yesssss sound. This time, while one of Stan's hands went back to the clone's hip, one of them went up to his shoulder, and squeezed it tenderly. Then, at long last, after so many years of dreaming and wishing, Stanley Stayne took a deep breath and began to press forward, and the head of his cock pushed into the eagerly awaiting body of his soulmate.

Adam gasped, and swore under his breath, completely unused to this experience even when going by his lover's memories. He yelped slightly as his virgin passage spread to accommodate his creator's shaft, his ears lowering towards his skull as he shivered with indecent glee. "Oh - oh my God, feels so much bigger inside me..." Stan was about to make a joke when Adam tensed up and cried out wordlessly. He instantly stopped pushing, and felt Adam's rear clenching down on his manhood so hard it almost hurt him. The clone began to tremble, whimpering to himself. The feline pain-for-pleasure impulse didn't apply to everything, unfortunately. "Fuck, Stan, it hurts, it hurts so bad..." He leaned forward - careful not to let the movement translate to his lower body - and kissed his lover's neck, running his fingers through his hair as he cooed reassurances to him. "Shhh, just ride it out, baby... we've been with a few virgins, remember? It always hurts at first, but it gets better..." Whimpering some more, Adam nodded stiffly. After about five seconds, he stopped trembling, and at ten, his muscles relaxed, and he sighed. "...Damn, that totally sucks when the shoe's on the other foot." He squeezed down on Stan's erection again and indicated that the scientist should continue. "Worth it, though." Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, inch by inch, Stan pushed further and further into his lover's backside, pausing when it hurt and telling him how good he was doing when it didn't. Finally, after what felt like ages, Stan was fully hilted in his clone's rear, his fuzzy scrotum lightly brushing against Adam's whenever they moved. Stan pressed his nose against the nape of his lover's neck, and breathed deep of his scent, smiling slightly. He'd wondered if he'd even be able to smell Adam at all, given that their scent glands were identical, and he couldn't detect his own scent. "How are you holding up, baby? How's it feel?" His response was quiet, almost awed. "God, Stan, I'm... I'm so full. It's more than I was expecting... I've never felt this close to anyone." Leaning forward and kissing Adam on the cheek, Stan couldn't help but smile, truly enjoying the moment. "I've done this before, Adam, but... I've never felt this close to anyone either." There was a moment of warm silence between them, and then Stan whispered once more. "I'm gonna start moving, okay babe?" The clone nodded wordlessly, and Stan pulled back, his length sliding out of Adam's warmth until just the head remained inside, the office air cool on his lube-slicked flesh, and then, resisting the urge to rush it, he slowly, gently thrust back into the other cat's backside. When he'd hilted himself again, Adam shivered, and though he couldn't see his face, Stan suspected very strongly that he was biting his tongue to keep from moaning. He paused a moment to make sure Adam was okay, and then he repeated the motion. With each withdrawal, each thrust, the movement became smoother, easier, and soon, to both felines' relief, it had become one continuous cycle. Letting out a hard breath through his nose, Stan began to increase the strength behind his thrusts, going faster by minute increments. As he shoved home yet again, Adam yelped, tensing up for a moment in pain, but as Stan slowed to a halt, his boyfriend looked over his shoulder, cheeks flushed with arousal, pain and need fighting it out in his eyes. "No, baby, don't stop, please keep going, it feels so fucking good..." Grinning ferally, Stan continued thrusting, and Adam groaned in appreciation.

A few minutes passed, and finally, Stan had a decent speed going as he thrust into Adam's rear again and again. It wasn't quite the hard, almost violent rutting that his instincts were begging him to perform upon his clone's hapless ass, but it was enough to keep him from gritting his teeth with frustration. The other man shuddered for the umpteenth time since they'd started, clenching down on Stan's pistoning length, and the scientist growled lustily, biting down on the loose skin at the base of Adam's neck, closing his eyes and focusing on the sensations of their lovemaking, of Adam's warm, slick inner walls sliding and rubbing against his aching prick, squeezing and clenching as Adam reacted to his own pleasure, and of the still oh-so-tight ring of muscle at his lover's entrance that maintained an airtight seal around his cock, running an especially tight squeeze up and down his shaft as he pushed into Adam's rear again and again. "Oh, God, Adam... you're so fucking tight... no one else has ever felt this good, you - nnngh - you put them all to shame!" By this point, Adam's cheek was pressed up against the wall, along with his forearms, and he was panting like a feral in heat, so much so that he was having trouble talking, had to compose himself for a moment before he could get anything out. "Ohhh... I - I didn't think I'd like - that I'd like being fucked so much... l-level with me, baby... d-did you - aaah! - did you play with my personality? Make me... more submissive?" Despite himself, he managed to grin wide enough to show off his impressively white teeth as he looked back at his creator. "...Or are you gonna love it this much... when I rock your world?" As response, Stan slammed home with a bit of extra force, eliciting a delicious moan from his lover's lips. "Wait and see, baby. Wait and see."

The marmalade cats fell silent for a while, aside from the usual sighs, moans, and grunts that accompanied their energetic lovemaking; by now, Adam was pushing back against each thrust, wanting Stan to get as deep as possible, get as much of that glorious cock inside him as he could. But as Stan began to feel the first tingles that told him the end was in sight, Adam began to whimper. "P-please, Stan... It feels so good... b-but it's not enough... I - I need more... my cock, please t-touch my cock..." Realizing he'd gotten so lost in the pleasure that he'd entirely neglected his partner's needs, Stan winced, embarrassed. "Oh - aw, shit, baby, I'm sorry, I - I didn't mean to be so selfish..." Adam reached a shaking hand down from the wall to take hold of one very much like it, and guide it forward towards his neglected penis. "It's f-fine, love, make it up to me n-now..." As Stanley gripped his boyfriend's manhood, bringing a relieved moan from the man's lips and a shiver down his spine, he was surprised to find it slick to the touch - and realized that he'd been leaking pre-come at an impressive rate for quite some time now. He also realized, holding it from this angle, that it was a very strange sensation; he'd given the reach-around to a few men in his time, but this penis felt exactly like his in every way, from the odd 'dimple' near his base to the precise shape of the circumcision scar. It was very odd to feel such a familiar layout without actually feeling his hand on his prick. But a moan from his lover reminded him of Adam's need, and he began to stroke his erection rather energetically, using exactly the same caresses and squeezes he used when he masturbated. For a few seconds, he found it difficult to both pound at Adam's ass and stroke his cock, having trouble dividing his attention between both tasks, but soon he'd fallen into a stable rhythm, and the clone seemed deliriously happy. "Fuck, Stan... you've really g-gotta try this..." Slamming home again to get one of those adorable yelps out of him, Stan laughed, lost in the moment. "Ohhh, I intend to, baby, believe it!" This continued for a short time, both cats shifting their feet around, starting to feel weak in the knees, until Stanley growled, gritting his teeth. "Dammit... Adam, I'm - I'm getting close, I'm gonna come... I - I'm gonna stop for a bit, get you closer, and -" "No!" Adam looked back over his shoulder, a pleading look burning in his eyes. "P-please, Baby, I want you to feel good... don't put it off just for me, we'll h-have plenty of time to try to come t-together." He clenched his inner muscles down on Adam's shaft, and spoke in that dirty, needs-it-so-bad voice he'd used before they began. "Fuck me, Stanley. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you come inside me!"

Letting out his breath in something about halfway between a sigh and a groan, Stan squeezed his lover's prick and drew back once more. "Well, I can't argue with that, now can I?" Before the clone could answer, Stan slammed home with all his might, and Adam shuddered, returning to leaning against the wall, now extending his claws and digging them in, as if hanging on for dear life. "Oh God, yes... Fuck me, Stan, make me yours!" Not needing to be told twice, the scientist began to piston into his boyfriend's rear, hilting himself on every thrust, pushing home as hard as he could, drawing back into the cool air before roughly burying himself beneath his lover's tail again and again and again. Stan, rapidly approaching the point of no return, let out a growl, trying to hold out as long as he could, though the clone's tight inner walls made that exceedingly difficult. Adam, meanwhile, was yelping and yowling, clawing at the walls as he was overcome with lust; it was impossible to tell how much of it was pain and how much was pleasure, and how much, given his feline heritage, was both. The scientist's movements grew faster and faster, more and more frenzied, until finally, the moment was upon him; pulling back until he threatened to slip out into open air entirely, he slammed home one last time, hilting his trembling cock in Adam's tight ass, before throwing back his head and more or less roaring, letting out a long, loud cry of wordless pleasure as his orgasm exploded from within him and into his lover, who was currently whispering 'yes, yes, yes' as though it were a personal mantra. Embraced by Adam's warm, wet walls, Stan's prick throbbed and spasmed with his strongest release in months, spurting again and again, thick jets of hot feline seed, more copious than one would expect from a man who'd climaxed less than an hour before, shooting out of his cock and painting his lover's bowels. Although he was in as deep as he could go, he found himself pushing his hips forward, against Adam's body, in time with every throb, every spurt, wanting to get as much pleasure as he could. Finally, his orgasm burned itself out, the last of his sticky come drooled out of his cock, and he sagged against Adam's back, very nearly falling to the floor in his dizziness.

His purring was so loud he found it difficult to get his voice out, and the heavy panting wasn't helping any. "Ohhh... oh, Christ, Adam, that was... that was... that was amazing." His eyes still closed, savouring the sudden release of heat inside him, Adam just smiled. "You're welcome, love." He opened his eyes again when he felt his lover's hand unexpected slip from his hard-on, as Stan continued. "Tell you what, hon, to make up for forgetting to touch you, I'll finish you off with my mouth, even swallow for you, what do you say?" Adam grabbed hold of Stan's wrist, a little harder than he had to, and brought his boyfriend's hand back to his erection, not letting go until the scientist had a firm grip on it again. "Stan, I... Please, I want to feel you with me. Don't leave just yet. I want to savor this... want you inside me when I come." Kissing his neck, Stan smiled. "When you ask me so nicely, how can I say no?" He immediately began to stroke his lover's prick again, whispering encouragement in his ear as he went, teasing his fingers along just the right places to hurry Adam along towards the point of no return, grinding against his backside, careful not to let his slowly deflating manhood slip out. "So how did it feel love? Taken against the wall by yourself? Feeling your own dick, deep inside you... It's the culmination of a dream. Frankly, I'm jealous..." Adam whimpered, and his penis throbbed in Stan's grip as the scientist began to gently nibble on his lover's ear. "Yessss... just like that... don't stop, Stan, I need it so bad..." Licking his cheek, Stan chuckled. "Look at you, one orgasm and you're already addicted. Well, far be it from me to deprive you..." They continued like this for a few minutes, Adam's whimpers getting more and more pronounced, the twitching of his legs and tail more and more noticeable, until finally, he glanced back over his shoulder. "Stan, I'm - I'm so, so close, p-please, just a little b-bit more... oh fuck..." Raising his other arm, putting it across the man's chest so he could hold his lover close, Stan whispered breathily in his ear. "That's it, sweetie, let it come, show me how much you love me..." Just as he finished, he bit down on that oh-so-sensitive loose skin at the base of Adam's neck, running his front teeth across it. Suddenly, the clone arched his back and stiffened, pulling his hands down the wall so he could lean on it for more support; it was a very good thing the polished metal wall had no wallpaper, or he would have ruined it. "F-fuuuck! Oh, Stanley, yes!" Adam yelped and moaned helplessly as he pulsed in his lover's hand. Stanley Stayne had never been much of a distance shooter; his ejaculations were instead much thicker and gooier, and as Adam began to erupt, his creator saw that they shared this feature, too. Rather than shooting a great distance and splattering all over the wall, Adam's seed only jetted out a short way before falling back down, oozing all over Stanley's hand and the floor beneath. Stanley shivered as his lover came and came, as every time Adam's penis throbbed, his inner muscles clenched down on Stan's flaccid member, giving him a naughty thrill. As his clone continued making a glorious mess, Stan silently vowed that the next time they did this, he would feel these rhythmic contractions around his still-erect manhood, and hopefully join the man in climax.

When he finally stopped trembling in his lover's arms, Adam went limp, purring just as loudly as Stan had. The scientist finally stepped back, his penis easily slipping out of Adam's rump, which had already begun to leak his slowly cooling seed. Looking down at his hand, which was coated in the warm, wet evidence of a job well done, Stan raised his hand to his lips and began to lick off his lover's sperm, silently coming to the conclusion that yes, they did taste the same, and yes, they tasted pretty damned good. The clone seemed unsteady on his feet, so as soon as he was nice and clean again, Stan took his boyfriend's hand in his own and led him back to the cot, where they lay down one more time and began to cuddle, savouring the afterglow of their first time together. Stan nuzzled against his lover's cheek, and whispered quietly, love stirring in his voice. "So, babe, what'd you think of your first time? Was it good for you?" Adam sighed contentedly and licked his creator's nose. "I'm a little sore, but it was worth it. God, Stan, that was incredible... it turns out once you get past the unpleasant beginning, getting fucked is actually pretty awesome. You've gotta try it." He chuckled and put a hand under his lover's chin, turning his muzzle to face him more directly. "That's the plan, Adam. But for now..." He leaned in and kissed him, and Adam eagerly, if a bit tiredly, returned his affections. After a moment, Stan's hand slid down the other man's silky pelt and down to the tired orifice where he'd recently made himself at home. Adam moaned into his lover's mouth as Stan began to gently finger his rear, rubbing gently along the walls, feeling his own seed emerge to coat his probing fingers.

Finally, they'd had quite enough fun, and they broke off the kiss just as Stan pulled his fingers back out. Adam shuffled down the cot so he could nuzzle against his lover's chest, pressing his cheek there as if it were an orange-and-white pillow. The clone glanced up, and as he spoke, his smile began to shrink. "...So what happens now, Stan? Do we, you know, tell everyone about me? Do I go looking for a job somewhere else in town, or do we, I don't know, switch places once a week? Should we call a -" Stan interrupted him and placed a hand on his head, rubbing behind his ears soothingly. "Shhhh... I admit that I don't really have the answers, but we have plenty of time. We'll figure things out eventually, my love, I promise. For now, let's just think about tonight." Grinning again, the purring cat looked up, adoration in his eyes. "And what are we doing tonight?" "What do you want to do?" Kissing Stan's chest right over his heart, Adam chuckled playfully. "Well, how about this. We're all covered in sweat and lube and come, so we should go back to the chem lab and take another shower. After that, I should finally put some clothes on for the first time, and then I think we should celebrate the monumental success of your experiment by going out to dinner. The sun's down, so we should be good to make it out of the building without anyone seeing me, and I think we should head to that fancy fish place you like downtown." "Oooh, that place is great, I have a feeling you're gonna like it there." Adam snickered at the unique situation they found themselves in. "I can't wait... Ah, I'm afraid technically I don't exist, according to the government, so you'll have to pay, sweetie." Stan laughed happily, not a care in the world. "Ah, now it starts, am I gonna be your sugar-daddy?" Briefly teasing one of the scientist's nipples with the tip of his tongue, Adam winked. "You know you love it. And after dinner..." He moved back up the bed until they were eye-to-eye once more, and Stan's smile widened even more at the sensual look in his lover's gaze. "...After dinner, Stan, you're going to take me back to our home, and we're going to spend our first night together... in our bed." Stan opened his mouth slightly, letting his purr roll through. "Mmmm... what are we gonna do then, love?" Kissing him on the cheek, running his tongue along the other man's whiskers, a very tantalizing sensation for felines, Adam's purr was just as strong as his boyfriend's. "I'm gonna take alllll our clothes off, and I'm gonna lie you down and make love to you, so you can see just how much I enjoyed it. I wanna do it facing you, though, missionary, so that I can see all those lovely emotions in your eyes... and so I can kiss you." Stan's voice was barely above a whisper. "God, Adam, I like the way you think."

They kissed briefly, overcome by their attraction to each other, but eventually they were able to pull themselves out of their embrace and stand up. As the two identical felines walked out of the office, hand in hand, naked as the day they were born - which for one of them was today - they continued making small talk while they made their way to the chem lab. "You know, Adam, it's funny." "What is?" "With all the other things about us that are the same, I was kind of expecting that we'd even purr in synch." The clone chuckled. "Do you know what the odds of that happening are? Of course you do, I got it from your memories!" "I know, I know, it's statistically impossible. But it would still be nice." "You're not disappointed, are you?" Stan stopped walking and placed his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Never. I love you, Adam, more than anyone else in the world. You are what I've been looking for all these years. With you, I'm complete." Mirroring the gesture, Adam grinned back, blushing. "Same goes for you, Stan. Exactly the same. I owe you everything, and I love you with all my heart." Leaning forward, Stan kissed his creation on the nose. "God, you're so perfect." Winking back at him and walking ahead into the emergency shower chamber, Adam made his childish reply before disappearing around the corner. "I know you are, but what am I?" Stan laughed heartily, happier than he'd been in years, and his joy leaked into his supposedly hostile words as he followed his lover into the shower room. "Wouldn't you know it, less than four hours old and already showing such impudence! I'm gonna have to teach you some respect..." Stan stormed up to his lover, an incredibly unconvincing angry glare on his face, and grabbed hold of him, spun him around, and... kissed him roughly, all pretense of being upset instantly gone. Once again, Adam was leaned against the wall, this time with his back, his hand still on the emergency shower's activation lever, and as the two felines began to kiss and grind against each other, they began to feel the first tingling of arousal dancing along their spines, felt their penises beginning to twitch and fatten... it seemed they might not even make it to that lovingly-planned evening of Adam's... and then the clone accidentally pulled the lever down, and, owing to the device's nature as an emergency cleansing tool, immediately unleashed a deluge of water upon the two men that was initially freezing cold. The lovers leapt to either side with a yelp, and stood there, hearts beating a mile a minute, the early embers of desire quite thoroughly extinguished. As they waited for the water to heat up, the marmalades looked up and caught each other's eyes - and then they both burst out laughing. Adam shrugged, blushing. "My bad. Hey, let's hurry and get cleaned up. We should get going." Testing the water with a hand, Stan nodded. "Yeah, that was probably for the best." Running his eyes along his double's body, overtly leering at him, he smirked. "Definitely want to pick up where we left off after we get home, though." Adam put on a faux-offended look, though he couldn't keep the playfulness out of his eyes. "You - you think I'd put out after our very first date?!" "You bet your perfect ass I do." Adam scoffed exaggeratedly, turning his back on his creator and looking over his shoulder to continue glaring at him. "The nerve! Tell you what, you know what you can do tonight if you need it so bad?" Stan grinned, suspecting he knew where this was going. "What's that, babe?" The mask crumbled, and a big, wide smile appeared on Adam's face as he smacked a hand onto his shapely rear. "Go fuck yourself." Reaching out and pulling his defiant creation under the stream of now-warm water with him, Stan chuckled. "I suppose I could do that, but I heard a long time ago that learning to love yourself is the key to happiness in life. I think I might give it a try." And then, there were no words, only smiles and purring as they helped to scrub each other's fur, get themselves nice and clean, each one thinking very similar thoughts as they looked forward not only to a nice dinner and a romantic evening at home, but to each and every day they'd get to spend so totally content now that they'd finally found their soulmate.