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Living With Yourself By Green

Dr. Stanley Stayne unlocked the door to his condo and stepped inside, closing it behind him with a weary sigh. The marmalade cat removed his hat and hung up his coat, and found himself smiling as he turned towards the main room, with its windows overlooking the city, and an excellent view of the sun slowly lowering towards the horizon over the lake. Tail twitching, Stan couldn't help but grin; he'd just returned from the lab, where he'd had a long, hard day crunching numbers and working over data that seemed to contradict not only their expectations but itself, and yet there was something about getting back here that always raised his spirits. Maybe it's because he was a fan of the classics. "Honey!" he called, a little facetiously, "I'm home!" In response, there came a delighted giggle, and Stan's smile widened a little more. "I'm in heeeeere!" came a very (very) familiar voice across the apartment, "Wait 'til you see what I've been cooking!" Leaving his shoes behind and walking across to the kitchen door, Stanley walked inside and promptly burst out laughing delightedly. Standing by the oven was another 'creamsicle cat', whose orange and white markings were, in fact, absolutely identical to Stan's. A stranger, seeing the two of them together, might assume they were twin brothers. Well, if not for the fact that the one by the stove didn't have a single stitch of clothing on, save for the 'kiss the cook' apron that was bound tightly around him, and which a marker had altered to read 'kiss the cock'. In reality, this man, Adam Stayne, was a perfect duplicate of Stanley in every way, the scientist having applied his considerable knowledge in the field of genetics to secretly clone himself, as the unusually narcissistic feline had never loved anyone else as much as he loved himself. Walking up to his doppelganger, Stan laughed. "My, aren't we feeling clichéd today?" Adam grinned and batted his eyelashes at his lover. "I could claim it was hot in here, but then, after 'honey, I'm home', I'd say that yes, yes we are," The clone countered, reaching forward to embrace the man he loved. Adam might be acting fairly silly, but in reality he was just as brilliant as his creator, sharing his personality and every single one of Stanley's memories right up until the moment of his creation. They'd been living together quietly in the months since then, and quite happily. After all, what better soulmate could one hope to find than yourself?

Stanley took his boyfriend (the only term they were comfortable calling each other so far) in his arms and squeezed him tight, savouring the familiar feeling of that soft, soft fur under his fingers. "God, I've needed this," he sighed, "I'm so glad to see you happy, reminds me I'm not always so grumpy..." With that, he pressed his muzzle against the other cat's and kissed him hungrily. Adam moaned into his mouth and returned the embrace, gripping his creator's shoulders through his shirt, which was in need of a good ironing. "Oh Stan..." he panted as he broke off the kiss again for a moment, "I had a feeling this, ah, outfit would make you happy..." As the lovers continued to share in each other, Stan's hands lowered from the small of Adam's back down to his rear, where he gripped one of the cat's shapely buttocks in one hand, giving it a good, hard squeeze. The other hand went to the base of Adam's tail and began to scratch there. In female felines, that specific spot is an incredibly powerful erogenous zone; in males, not so much. But among homosexual felines, scratching your lover there sent a very specific message: I want to fuck you. Of course, if one wished to be pedantic, before creating Adam, Stan had been attracted to women and men in the past, so if anything, they were bisexual, but more than that, the two of them liked to use the term 'autosexual' when they were alone, as a private little joke between them; ever since he was a little boy and had become enamoured with the cat in the mirror, Stanley Stayne had been in love with himself (which was of course the reason why all of those relationships with other people had inevitably failed), the fact that his duplicate was also male had little to do with it. Adam moaned into his creator's mouth and pressed his ass back into those strong hands. As the kiss heated up, Stan's hand began to lower from the base of Adam's tail, and a single finger slowly, slowly began to reach under it, and the scientist found himself wondering if they were going to forget dinner and get down to business right here first...

And then, naturally, a timer dinged across the room, and Adam stepped back, already flushed with arousal, hands shyly covering the tent he was pitching in the apron. "Sorry, Stan, I - I forgot, the meatloaf is - was almost ready..." Stanley was considerably less naked, but just as embarrassed as his doppelganger, as he put his hand in his pocket and adjusted his own semi-erect penis to make it less obvious through his pants. "It's a-alright, Adam, I, uh, I was actually pretty hungry anyway..." Stan said, averting his eyes, "I could really go for some meatloaf, actually." Adam grinned, looking a little more comfortable. "I know," he said, simply, which made Stan grin right back at him. "So have a seat, make yourself comfortable," Adam continued, stepping forward and playfully loosening Stan's tie before stepping back towards the other end of the kitchen, "I'll get this ready and served up, and we can have a nice dinner and talk about your day." As Stanley sat down, Adam put on some oven mitts before opening the door to make sure the meatloaf was done. Naturally, he did this by keeping his knees perfectly straight and bending over at the waist, giving his lover a nice, lingering view of his balls and ass, going as far as flagging his tail up a little bit to make sure Stan could see the tight, pink ring of muscle normally hidden beneath it. It was such a tantalizing sight that if Adam hadn't been working with a hot oven, the scientist might have gone over there to pick up where they left off. Soon enough, though, Adam had retrieved the meatloaf and brought it over to the table, sitting down across from Stan with a little chuckle. "Oooh, sitting with my bare fur on the chair feels really naughty, I kinda like it..." he murmured. Stan couldn't help but chuckle with him, and he shook his head as he started carving up the loaf. "God, Adam," he muttered, "I am gonna be so bummed when the winter break is over and you don't just spend all day prancing naked around the apartment."

Stan began to laugh as a blushing Adam protested his innocence, crossing his arms and frowning, though Stan knew that face well enough to recognize instantly that he was putting on a show, and remained quite amused. "I'll have you know that I don't prance!" he pouted, taking a nice-sized slice of meatloaf onto his plate, "And - and you said you were okay with me taking a job outside the house." At that part, his ears lowered slightly, and Stan realized that he was being a little more genuine. While their personalities were, at their core, identical, their behaviour was just slightly different from each other. Adam was a little bit more submissive than Stan, seemed unable to completely let go of the fact that he owed his existence to Stanley and not the other way around; at times, it seemed like he was unable to make a major decision without making sure Stan was okay with it first. Adam continued, averting his eyes and rambling a little, something they did when they were nervous. "Y-you always said that if you couldn't get work in your field, you'd get into teaching to pass on your skills," he said, "I just thought it would be a good way to spend my time..." Stan reached forward and placed his hands over his lover's, smiling gently at him. "I am okay with you getting a job, Adam, and I'm so proud of you for getting a position at the college," he said, truthfully, "I was just kidding, sweetie. All I meant was, well, it's really, really nice to come home after a hard day at the lab and find you here, still all happy and playful and trying to make me smile, it really does my heart some good." It also did Stan's heart some good when he saw his boyfriend's ears raise up a little. Now that he thought about it, Adam had been acting a little unusual the last couple days, but maybe it was just nerves about getting back to the job; he'd only been teaching for a single semester so far, and he still wasn't terribly confident about his abilities. "Thanks, hon," Adam said softly, "Now then, I used all our favourite spices, so this meatloaf should be pretty good, if I do say so myself. So let's get eating and you can tell me allll about why today was so frustrating for you."

The minutes passed, and the identical felines enjoyed their meal, going back and forth about various topics in between bites. One of the things that Stan had heard from several of his friends in committed relationships was that they had to put up with their significant other not really understanding what they did for a living; granted, Stanley worked in a laboratory dedicated to high-level genetic engineering, so most of the people he knew had fairly complex jobs indeed. But even his friends from outside the office occasionally confided in him that they were frustrated that while they could tell their lovers about their day, even give enough details to allow them to follow the narrative of a given afternoon, they really couldn't understand it because of all the different factors involved, ranging from highly technical errata to you-had-to-be-there moments that just sounded silly when described. For this reason (and many, many others, let's be honest), Stan considered himself extremely fortunate to have Adam, because while he may have been a science professor to the outside world, Adam knew absolutely everything about the genetics lab where he'd been created, thanks to the gift of his creator's memories. So they were able to carry on a lively conversation talking about the mistakes the new interns had made, or the results of one test or another; even the experiments that had been initiated after Adam's creation didn't take that long to explain, since the clone had PhD-level knowledge on the subject. Soon enough, the meatloaf was gone, and Stan was feeling an awful lot better about all that paperwork he'd had to do that day. Wiping off his mouth to get a little of the sauce, Adam got up and walked around the table, settling himself down in Stan's lap and wrapping his arms around the scientist's shoulders. "Mmmmm... Did you like the meatloaf, sweetie?" he asked, gently, and mostly unnecessarily, as their tastes in food were identical. Stan grinned, leaning in to nuzzle him, acutely aware of the soft, bare rump in his lap. "It was delicious, babe," he replied, "Really hit the spot, thank you." Beaming delightedly, Adam kissed him on the nose. "Good! Then I think I know a way to make you feel even better about your day..." he breathed, squirming back and forth to rub his buttocks against Stan's crotch. As much as Stan had wanted to ravish his lover earlier, even as he reached for Adam's butt, he felt his stomach give a gurgle and frowned. "Oh man..." he sighed, embarrassed and disappointed in himself, "Sorry, Adam, but I think I overate, as much as I'd love to fool around, you're gonna have to give me a while to let dinner settle." The clone pouted adorably, and Stan gave him a less sensual hug and nuzzled against his cheek. "I know, I know, I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing his boyfriend just behind the whiskers, "I guess I can use that time productively and go over those numbers from today's last test. I mean, I'm project lead, I don't really need to do that, but if it's that or just sit around thinking about how I'm not getting any..." Adam nodded at the logic of that, but the sigh he gave as he slid out of his creator's lap was genuinely dejected, to the point where Stan felt the urge to apologize to him a third time. He realized that Adam wasn't really the effeminate sort, so he probably wouldn't have been flouncing around in a provocative apron with his ass out if he didn't really want to get laid. "I-it's okay, Stan," the nearly nude feline murmured, "I just - I just wanted to make you happy, and I guess I was looking forward to it more than I thought." There was something about that statement that made one of Stan's ears twitch, something that itched at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Standing up and bringing his plate to the sink, Stan turned to his lover, who had turned away, looking out the small kitchen window. He thought about hugging Adam from behind, about turning him around and giving him a kiss, but then he thought about the playful nature that made him so happy, and after turning on the water as a distraction, he leaned over towards Adam and gave him a quick smack on the ass, making the marmalade yelp in a most adorable way. When he turned back to Stan, the scientist just winked at him. "I'm gonna hold you to that, sweet cheeks." After staring at him for a moment, dumbfounded, Adam broke out into a smile, giggling as he blushed and nodded. As he walked out towards his/their study, Stan had a feeling they both felt a lot better.

The smile didn't last, sadly, as going over incredibly dry research notes isn't the most uplifting of activities, but as Stan poured over line after line of observations and annotations in his laptop, he did at least feel he was making progress. He'd been at it for about half an hour when the door opened and Adam walked in. "Knock knock?" the teacher said, "I just wanted to check up on you." He had changed to a nice polo shirt and a pair of tan slacks, an outfit that Stan thought he/they looked especially good in, but as he looked his beloved up and down, Adam giggled. "What?" Stan asked, raising an eyebrow. The clone winked as he walked over. "I can read your face so well, it's funny to me. As soon as you saw me, I knew you were disappointed I wasn't still naked." Stan found himself blushing, and realized it was true as Adam giggled again. "I'll have you know that it gets cold in here when all you've got on is an apron!" he continued, teasingly, "But really, babe, how's it going in here? Everything lining up?" Stan sighed, finding the reports much less interesting than the man of his dreams, and looked back at the screen. "So far, so good," he muttered, "but I'm seeing a bit of drift we weren't anticipating, I want to check the base pairs further along the test, see if we... oh, mother-fucker that feels good..." He trailed off, purring, as he felt Adam's hands take hold of his shoulders and begin to rub and knead at his tired muscles. He closed his eyes, to better enjoy the moment, and shivered pleasantly as Adam kissed him on the back of the neck. "You know what else would feel good, sweetie?" Adam asked, continuing to massage his boyfriend's shoulders, and Stan chuckled as his lover sat down in his lap for the second time that afternoon. "You even look more comfortable than you did after dinner," the clone teased, "so what do you say we head to bed and you help me prepare for my anatomy class?" It was such a stupid line, such a cliché, but faced with that sexy smile and the thought of making love, Stan felt his prick give a twitch inside the confines of his pants, and grinned.

Chuckling again, he reached up to scratch Adam behind the ears. "Mmm, you are eager tonight, aren't you?" he grinned, "Can you give me just a few more minutes, babe? I wanted to check out the effects of that drift on the telomeres, and -" To his surprise, Adam lowered his ears and the look on his face betrayed his feelings; he changed it back to a more neutral expression quickly, but Stan was as good at reading Adam as the other way around, and for just a second there, it didn't seem like Adam was horny or disappointed, more like he was nervous or even scared. "Adam?" he asked, not sure what to think, "Are you okay?" The other cat averted his eyes. "S-sure, Stan, I'm just fine, I c-can wait a few minutes..." He started to get up, but Stan wrapped his arms around him and prevented him from escaping. "Hey, come on, babe, give me more credit than that," Stan said, "I can tell something's really bothering you." "It's nothing!" Adam insisted, a little too quickly, "I just - I just wanted to make you happy."

That's when Stan got that itch at the back of his mind again, and realized what it was. "...Adam, you've been saying that a lot the last couple days, doing really nice things for me and then saying you want to make me happy," he said, quietly, "And it's not like you're an asshole most of the time, or anything, but you keep putting it that way, you 'want to make me happy'. Is something wrong, hon?" Adam whimpered, shaking his head and looking away. "No, it's - it's..." he stammered, ears flat against his head. By this point, Stan was actually getting really worried. "Adam! You're starting to scare me, please, what's wrong?" The clone let out a shuddery sigh, and when he turned back, there were tears in the corners of his beautiful blue eyes. "I j-just want to make sure you're happy with me, Stan..." he whispered, "So that you don't want to replace me!"

Stanley stared at his counterpart in horror, his jaw having literally dropped open in shock from Adam's words, like his boyfriend was legitimately afraid that might happen. When Stan didn't say anything, stunned as he was, Adam sniffled and continued. "I - I had a dream the other night where I fell down the stairs," he whimpered, "And I was alright, I was f-fine, but it left a big scar on my cheek, and you -" the marmalade paused for a moment and cringed, as if swallowing a sob, "...You said you didn't want me anymore because I wasn't identical to you, that you were gonna euthanize me and m-make another clone... I - I know you're not a killer, Stan, but I can't stop thinking about that dream, s-so I just wanted to make real sure that you were happy with me..." Swallowing, Stan shook his head, amazed he hadn't seen any of this anxiousness in his duplicate in the last few days. "Jesus, that's a little morbid, don't you think?" he softly replied, chiding, not scolding, "What am I gonna do, throw you in the trash like expired milk?" Holding his clone tight, the scientist began to pet his boyfriend's head, something both feral and morphic cats found reassuring. "You mean a lot more to me than just 'someone else with my face', Adam... Don't you realize that?" Leaning up, he planted a kiss on the whimpering cat's cheek before continuing. "I love you, Adam. Yes, the fact that you look like me is part of it, but it's so much more than that!" he insisted, "You are me, from your memories to your personality to your DNA! You are the living embodiment of everything I love about myself, the walking, talking culmination of the dream of a little boy who was more interested in looking in the mirror than at other people. It wouldn't matter to me if you wanted to dye yourself purple! ...Well, okay, I would probably be a little disappointed, but replace you? I'd just as soon replace myself!" A moment passed, and then Stan chuckled, blushing. "...You know what I mean." To Stan's deep relief, Adam smiled at that, his ears rising up a little.

Running the backs of his fingers across his boyfriend's cheek, Stan continued, softly. "I didn't just clone myself as a novelty, Adam," he whispered, "You know that, you remember it just as well as I do. I didn't just want to have sex with another me, I wanted someone just like me to love. And look how far you've come since you climbed out of that tank! You're teaching genetics to a new generation of eager young minds, passing on our knowledge so that the whole field can benefit from it. And you're even going out and making a life of your own. That club you joined that you weren't supposed to tell me about? That sounded like a great social experience for you outside the house!" Grinning, Stan extended one finger and booped Adam on the nose. "If all I wanted was a sexy duplicate to fuck, I'd, I don't know, keep you in a bondage dungeon under the lab or something. I wanted a person, an individual, who just so happened to be me. And I've gotten everything I ever hoped for and more. Honestly, babe, there isn't a single day that goes by when I haven't thanked the powers that be for bringing you into my life, because you are, without a doubt, the best part of it." For a long moment, Adam didn't respond, he just sat there, as if searching for the words. Then he just leaned in, so close their whiskers were mingling, and whispered to his lover. "Thank you." With that, Adam pressed his lips against his creator's, and for a little while, nothing mattered to the two cats except each other.

When they broke off the kiss, both marmalades were looking much happier, and Adam had begun to purr lightly. "I'm sorry I didn't come to you with my problems earlier," he said, "I've just been so paranoid since that dream..." Kissing the back of his hand like a medieval gentleman, Stan grinned. "It's totally fine, Adam. Just make sure you come to me from now on instead of stewing in worry for days, stress isn't good for our fur." He winked in case his tone wasn't facetious enough, and Adam giggled. The clone reached down and began to open the buttons on Stan's shirt, the tie long since abandoned. "So... now that we're feeling better..." Adam purred, obviously still frisky. Stan bit his lip and looked back and forth from the inviting smile on his boyfriend's face to the profoundly boring numbers and equations on his screen. "I - I don't know, Adam, this is important, the telomeres..." The clone let out a single surprised laugh and cocked his head to the side. "What! Really?" he asked, "Even after that wonderful speech that made me feel so much better about everything, you're still gonna look at lab results instead of fu- Okay, you know what? Time to take matters into my own hands..." He leapt lightly to his feet and walked purposefully across the room, and Stan watched, mildly amused. "What are you-" He was interrupted as Adam stopped by a table across the study, laden with old papers and reports. "Shhhh! You just gave your speech," teased the professor, "Now it's my turn! This isn't going to be as heartwarming or classy as yours, but I think it'll get the job done." He turned around to face the table as he confidently opened his belt. As Adam's pants fell to his ankles, puddling around his feet, Stan swallowed, his eyes unconsciously tracing those fit, shapely thighs. "Adam..." Ignoring that, the clone yanked his boxer shorts down as well, and then he bent over the table, resting on his elbows, looking over his shoulder with a confident grin as he flagged his tail high in the air, once again giving Stan a great view of the goods. "Now then..." Adam began, smiling mischievously, "Look at my ass, Stan. Just look at it. The fur is so soft and fluffy, but it's toned and firm underneath, all your favourite sensations." As he spoke, he reached a hand underneath himself and began squeezing and rubbing his scrotum, slowly and sensually, really showing off for his boyfriend, who began to shift in his seat, unable to wrench his eyes away. "God, I've wanted you to fuck me since I woke up this morning," Adam moaned, "I've been in a really bottomy mood all day long and I can't go five minutes without daydreaming about your dick inside me..." Leaving his testicles for a moment, the hand slipped around to the outside of his legs and moved up to his entrance, where he unashamedly slipped a digit inside himself, then another, slowly fingering himself in front of his lover, groaning quietly. "Mmmm... I'm so tight, Stan, and it's so warm inside..." he breathed, "Don't you want to see for yourself? I washed myself out just for you, so you don't have to worry about anything except the pleasure..." By now, Stan's own prick was fully erect, tenting out his slacks uncomfortably, and he had to bite his lip to keep from whimpering with need. Perhaps he'd had a voyeuristic streak all this time and never known... Still acting perfectly calm, Adam whistled, pulling Stan's gaze to his own. "So what's it gonna be, lover boy?" the clone teased, "Are you gonna sit there chasing your tail all night, or are you gonna come over here and get some of it?" Unconsciously licking his lips, Stan glanced back at the screen for a moment, then at the tempting show his lover was putting on, and then he sighed. "...You're right. Fuck this." As he closed the laptop and got up, working on his belt, Adam giggled with delight across the room.

When he reached the other feline, Stan started by boldly groping Adam's rump. "Mmmm, just as advertised," he muttered, really giving it a good fondling. With a devilish smile, he pulled his clone's fingers out of his back door and dropped to one knee. "Made yourself nice and clean, eh? Well then..." Adam yelped with pleasure as Stan leaned in and pressed his tongue against his boyfriend's entrance, a rare form of pleasure that Stan had never given to anyone before he'd gotten his hands on himself. "Ohhh, fuck yes, oh Staaaaan..." Adam moaned, digging his claws into the table and shivering as that tongue worked its way into his rear. Sliding one hand around the other man's thigh, Stan wasn't the least bit surprised to discover that Adam was already totally hard, and his cock twitched appreciatively the instant his creator took it in his grip. As he continued teasing and licking, Stan began to stroke Adam's dick, feeling oddly nostalgic; the first orgasm Adam had ever experienced after his creation was from a similar position, Stan giving his first rimjob while jerking Adam energetically. But today, it wasn't enough for the needy clone, who shuddered and moaned as his cock dripped a nice thick dollop of pre-come onto his underwear, which he hadn't bothered stepping out of. "God, sweetie, I - I can't take it anymore, please!" he gasped, "Fuck me, Stan, fuck me!" Pulling his tongue out, Stanley growled with desire and playfully bit his lover's right buttock, teasing him with the feline pleasure-for-pain response during a state of arousal. "I love it when you talk like that..." he growled, standing up and working frantically to free himself from the prison that was his pants. "I knoooow..." Adam whimpered, as Stan finally succeeded, so eager to get started that he didn't bother pulling his pants all the way down, leaving them bunched up at his knees as he took his penis in hand and leaned forward, hoping that his saliva would be enough lubricant this time, as he hated the idea of delaying still further to retrieve a bottle from their bedroom.

As Stan inched closer, one hand opening up the rest of the buttons on his shirt, anticipating the need to let his chest get some flow-through air conditioning, he used the other to line his cock up with Adam's tight anus, and shuddered with delight as his lover moaned in obvious need the instant their flesh came into contact. Clearly not needing to confirm Adam's consent, Stan didn't waste another instant, pushing forward, and both felines let out nearly identical sighs of pleasure and relief, ears lowering to savour the moment, whiskers twitching excitedly, as Stan buried himself beneath his lover's tail, sinking into the clone's rump all the way to the root. The scientist shuddered again, letting the sounds of his pleasure out unfiltered as he savoured the moment, the feeling of those hot, slick walls gripping his manhood so tightly. "J-Jesus, Adam, I swear you're even tighter than last time..." Stan hissed, leaning forward and pressing his chest against his lover's back, "Have you been, I don't know, exercising or something?" Adam laughed, pushing back against the invading prick, nuzzling back at Stan while he mewled with delight. "What, like 'ass kegels' or something?" he laughed, "If that's a thing, I wanna know about it!" He started to make another remark, but it disappeared as Stan started to pull back, replaced with another groan. When all but the tip of his erection had slid back out, Stan pushed forward again, returning his hand to Adam's penis as he did so and giving it a good squeeze. He began to stroke, teasing one finger along a spot he knew from experience was especially sensitive, just above the circumcision scar. Stanley had been circumcised for medical reasons as a child, and he'd been able to find a non-genetic workaround to recreate the effect on Adam before he'd ever gained consciousness, mercifully sparing him the recovery period. Replicating the scar it left behind was, of course, an act of pure vanity, to make sure they were identical down to the last detail. But the nanomachines he'd 'borrowed' to alter his creation's junk were the furthest thing from his mind at the moment, naturally, focused as he was on the tight, gripping walls that squeezed and clenched along his shaft as he stroked and massaged Adam's own rock-hard length. "Nnngh, yes, that's it, fuck me, you gorgeous stud," gasped Adam, "give me everything you've g-got!" Only too eager to please, Stan withdrew from that ass that looked so much like his own again, and drove himself home with more force than before, this time accompanying it with a sharp slap to Adam's rump, making him yelp in surprise and clench down deliciously. "Ohhh, you do need it, baby, I can always t-tell when you - eep! - when you spank me..." panted the clone, despite Stan's efforts to interrupt him by doing it again.

Soon, Stan had found himself a rhythm, driving himself into his lover again and again, his other hand moving feverishly along Adam's tool, which was slowly growing more slick as Stan rubbed the man's own pre into the skin of his prick. Kissing and licking at Adam's neck, playing his teeth along the sensitive skin, Stan let out a half-chuckle, half-snort (thanks to his heavy breathing) as he noticed that his lover had lowered his ears submissively. "You really love it, don't you?" he said, breathily, "Taking it under the tail like this, nnf! You love feeling my dick so deep inside you, being fucked by yourself..." Adam groaned softly and shivered, nodding shamelessly. Naturally, they both shared an affinity for dirty talk, but there was more to it than that. "Y-yesss..." Adam whimpered, "I - m-my first time was like this, s-something you'd never done, s-so it's special to me... Oh God, harder, Stan, harder!" Stanley nipped at his clone's ear as he went along with the request, and Adam gasped appreciatively. The next few minutes passed in relative silence, aside from heavy breathing, the occasional gasps and moans, and of course, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Stan drove himself into Adam's backside again and again. When Adam began to whimper every time Stanley hilted himself under his tail, Stan could tell he was starting to fight the pleasure, as it was one of his own tells, not that he had known that before he met Adam, as he'd never let anyone take his rear before. So, he suddenly stopped, leaving his prick fully sheathed in the other man's tight, slick channel, moving his free hand from Adam's chest, where he had been running his fingers through the downy soft fur, and took both of their scrotums in his grip, rubbing and squishing them together to keep the teasing going. At the same time, while his hand stopped stroking his boyfriend's dick, Stan started to squeeze the shaft in time with the beating of Adam's heart, and while he probably wouldn't be able to come from just that small amount of stimulation, Adam began to squirm and whimper, clearly starting to get desperate for release. "Nooooo!" Adam whined, "D-don't stop now, Stan! How c-could you stop?!" Stan grinned, but didn't chuckle, trying to sound casual and serious. "Oh, I'm sorry," he breathed, feeling Adam clenching down on his length in his anxious squirming, "I could have sworn you were fighting it, trying not to come." For just a moment, Adam stopped fidgeting, and looked over his shoulder, blushing deeply as he saw the grin Stan couldn't hide. "Oh, you bastard," he breathed, as Stan finally laughed, "You know trying to make it last isn't the same thing as not wanting it!" As the clone resumed squirming, pushing back against his lover, Stan tugged the back of Adam's shirt down to expose the fur just south of his neck, and bit into the loose skin there, like a feral claiming a lover as his mate. "Oh, oh God, Stanley, s-stop teasing me!" Adam whimpered, attempting to ride his lover's prick with his own movements, but he'd been pushed up against the table in their lovemaking, and there was nowhere else for him to go, so he was forced to just stand there, toes curling up, as he dripped pre-come onto the floor beneath them and trembled against the man who created him. "Fuck... you want me to ask you for it, d-don't you?" he whispered, and shivered when Stan released the loose skin to kiss his cheek. "Mmm-hmm." "God, we're so kinky sometimes..." Adam muttered to himself, not sounding especially displeased. Then he took a deep breath, and directed his gaze to the table, blushing harder than ever. "Oh, please, Stan, please finish m-me!" he begged, earnestly, "I need to get dicked like you wouldn't believe, baby, I'm s-so fucking close, I need to come so, so bad, I'll do anything, I'll rim you whenever you want, I'll bottom for a month, I'll dress up like a French maid, just please fuck me!"

As Adam whimpered with need, grinding against the man behind him, Stan shivered at the sheer unashamed lust in his lover's words. "A French maid, eh?" he murmured, before he sighed, "Shame we don't have the figure for cross-dressing, or I'd buy you a costume as soon as we finish. But you did ask so nicely..." Without another word, he began to withdraw from Adam's tight rear, and the clone arched his back and moaned out the word 'Yes!', which made Stan laugh in surprise. Without wasting any time, he started rutting into his lover's backside, his free hand moved to Adam's hip to hold himself steady as he fucked the other feline harder and faster than ever. Adam was bent down over the table, cheek against the wooden surface and claws dug in like he was holding on for dear life, ears flat against his head in happy submission, eyes tightly shut as he panted and yowled, his entire body trembling as Stan drove himself home with all the energy he could muster, his hand a blur as it ran up and down Adam's straining cock, pushing his lover closer and closer to climax with every passing moment. Naturally, it wasn't long at all before the other creamsicle cat stiffened under him and cried out wordlessly, succumbing to the pleasure. Adam arched his back, shuddering hard as his prick throbbed again and again in Stan's hand, spurting long, ropey strands of hot, gooey feline semen onto the wooden floor beneath them, each release accompanied by a hard clenching of his backside along Stan's cock, so tight that it was hard to move, so tight that it pulled the scientist that last little way across the line himself. "Oh - oh God, Adam, I'm - I'm coming!" he groaned, sinking his teeth into his lover's shoulder as he buried himself under his tail. Adam cried out with pleasure from the sensation, but Stan was more focused on his own orgasm. As his hips continued instinctively thrusting against Adam's backside, even though he was hilted to the root, the scientist's dick pulsed against the tight, fleshy walls that continued to clench around him, filling in what little space remained with jets of thick, wet come, spurting again and again, so much that it filled Adam's rump and began to leak out around the base of Stan's cock, running down his balls and dripping to the floor, where it merged and mingled with Adam's own genetically identical seed.

For a few moments, the cats just stood there, fur shining with perspiration, panting to catch their breath, both of them purring at full volume. Stan was resting against Adam's back, having moved his hand up to loosely hug the clone from behind. When he'd caught his breath, he leaned back, standing up straight, and reluctantly pulled away, both felines sighing as Stanley's slowly-softening prick slipped out of Adam's rear. It took a few moments before Adam remembered to lower his tail, so Stan got a nice view of his lover's well-satisfied backside, his cock giving a twitch and leaking one last dollop of come as he admired the glistening seed slowly oozing out of the other cat's rump. Shuffling backwards, once again aware that his pants were around his ankles, Stan sighed happily. "You know, it doesn't seem to matter how many times we do it," he commented, "It just never stops being so goddamn satisfying." Standing up straight with a grunt, Adam stretched his back and sighed happily, turning around and nodding. "I know exactly what you mean," he grinned, "I really needed that." Stepping out of his pants, which probably had come on them anyway, Stan moved in close to embrace his clone, and the two marmalades kissed for a few moments, slow and warm and sensual, with none of the burning, urgent need that had defined their coupling. When they broke it off, Stan moved his hand up to Adam's cheek - just as Adam mirrored the movement with his own hand. "I love you," they both said, simultaneously, followed by a smile, and then, just as synchronously, "I love you too." Tail twitching playfully, Stan regarded his creation fondly as they chuckled together. "So," he said, "You wanna go take a shower together, then maybe see if anything's on TV... or do you wanna go to the bedroom and make love again?" Adam grinned wide enough to show off his teeth, and stepped out of his own pants, walking towards the door to the hallway. "Oh, the bedroom, definitely the bedroom," he purred, opening the door and holding it for his boyfriend, gesturing through it like a gentleman, "After you, love."

Shortly thereafter, the door to the bedroom swung open, and the felines stumbled inside, lost in each other's arms, kissing hungrily and feeling each other up. They'd managed to shed the rest of their clothes in the laundry on the way there, so there was now absolutely no way to tell them apart, though they were so closely embraced at the moment it was almost hard to tell where one ended and the other began, let alone which was which. Unceremoniously shutting the door behind them, more out of habit than anything, given that they lived alone, the entwined marmalades made their way to the bed, never breaking off the kiss, never letting go of each other, until they bumped right into it, at which point they grinned at each other and, as one, fell to the mattress in a purring tangle of limbs and orange and white fur. "So," whispered Stan, "What do you want to do tonight, baby? And don't just say 'you', we both know you're thinking it." Nipping at his creator's shoulder, Adam sighed exaggeratedly. "Awww, but it's the most accurate answer!" he protested, "I'm up for anything as long as you are." Stan chuckled, and was about to deliver a witty riposte, but then his eyebrows raised and his tail flicked behind him with curiosity. "Hello... what's this?" he asked, unnecessarily. What he'd 'discovered' was that when he went to give his lover a good fondling, Adam responded to his touch instantly, his penis twitching energetically as it fattened against Stan's fingers. Sitting partway up, the scientist confirmed with his eyes that Adam was now at half-mast again, while he himself remained fully flaccid. "You recovered before me," he muttered, then suddenly frowned, "Does that mean you didn't come as hard as I did?" Adam sat up and took his creator's hand in his own, blushing. "No no no!" he insisted, lowering his ears, "I - I've kind of been edging myself all day so that I'd be, ah, more responsive when you came home... I guess I just haven't burned off all that energy yet..." Stan swallowed, shivering from the mental image of his beloved Adam teasing himself so mercilessly for his benefit, bringing himself to the very brink of orgasm again and again without actually allowing himself to come. Despite the sheer eroticism of this fantasy, Stan's own dick remained stubbornly flaccid; he'd just had a terrific climax, it was going to take a while to 'recharge', and that was that. It was just that he'd expected Adam to be in the same state, so they would start off with just teasing and foreplay before they got back into it. But with this new turn of events...

"No wonder you were so upset when I stopped right in the middle," Stan murmured, grinning as he remembered his lover's desperation, "And why you were so fixated on getting started. Hmmm, I might not be able to get it up yet, but the rest of me still wants to prove to you that I care for you as much as you care for me..." Letting go of Adam's hand, Stan moved down the bed, bringing his face in close to his boyfriend's prick. "Ohhhh, Stan..." breathed Adam, turning beet red, the way both of them always did when they felt self-conscious about getting special attention in bed, "I - I would love to return the favour afterwards, except, uhh... Well, except that yours was just in my butt, to be blunt." Stanley stopped and rolled onto his side, letting his junk flop down towards the mattress and looking down as if examining it carefully. "Hmmm, I'd say it's more rounded than blunt, certainly less so than a horse's, for example..." he deadpanned. When he looked up, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, Adam had his arms crossed and the Bad Joke Smile on his face, the one they wore when they didn't want to admit that they found something so stupid amusing. Finally letting himself laugh, Adam gently swatted Stan's cheek with a hand whose fingers were half rolled-up, 'pawing' at his lover in a feline sign of affection. Stan laughed with him for a moment before winking and returning to his previous position, lying on his stomach between Adam's legs. Leaning in, he gave his lover's parts a sniff, savouring that masculine scent and relishing the fact that he could smell him at all, as he, like most morphics, was unable to pick up his own scent. Then, without so much as taking hold of Adam's dick, he leaned in and began to tease his clone with quick, light licks to the shaft at random. Every time he did this, Adam would inhale sharply, and his penis would throb involuntarily, flopping back and forth across his belly from the feather-light touches until he finally grew hard enough that his length just pointed proudly straight up, by which time he was beginning to whimper with need. Still not quite ready to begin the real game, Stan moved down to Adam's testicles, lapping at his scrotum again and again until the light covering of fur glistened with Stanley's saliva. As he took one of Adam's balls into his mouth and began to suckle, running his tongue along the wrinkled skin, the clone arched his back but uttered no sound, having bitten his lip to keep from embarrassing himself so soon. Stan knew from experience that having his balls worshipped in this way would be deeply pleasurable to the other cat, but that it would never be enough stimulation for him to actually reach orgasm. Remembering what Adam had said about denying himself all day, Stan decided to pass on his initial plan to just keep doing it until Adam begged him for more, and let his boyfriend's scrotum flop out of his mouth.

Moving up, he took hold of the base of Adam's prick, pausing for a moment to just take in the sight as if he'd never seen it before, and somewhat narcissistically revelling in its sheer beauty, as the shared design was in their eyes the standard by which all penises should be judged. Pushing such self-centred (and silly) thoughts out of his head, he leaned in close and sighed happily, letting Adam feel his warm breath rushing across the head of his cock. "Going to such lengths to prove that you love me... I'm sorry you were the least bit afraid you might lose my affections, Adam..." he whispered, eyes on that prick, "...But I have to admit, I really appreciate all that you've done for me today... Mmmm, good boy, Adam, good boy..." The clone cleared his throat, and Stan could hear the blush in his voice without looking. "H-hey now, don't you give me the puppy talk, you know that's not kosher with ca-aa-aats!" His last word turned into a shuddery cry of surprise as Stanley interrupted him by leaning in and wrapping his lips around the head of his erection. As he sank down the shaft, moving his hand out of the way so he could get all the way to the base (something which came quite easily to morphics with deep muzzles, as opposed to humans who unfortunately have to train their throats for such depth), Stan's focus was on his peripheral vision, savouring every panted breath, every twitching muscle, every nervously moving toe, all the signs of pleasure his lover was helpless to hide and would never want to. "Ohhh Jesus, Stan..." Adam moaned, shoving the bed's pillows between his upper back and the head of the bed, seemingly for no other reason than to prop him up so he could watch.

Bobbing up and down along his boyfriend's shaft, Stan groaned around his mouthful, not an exaggerated noise to turn on the other feline, but a genuine admittance that this was turning him on something fierce. He ran his tongue along the underside of Adam's cock, tracing the bulging line of his urethra, savouring the taste of his duplicate's most intimate skin. Pulling back just for a moment, he slowly stroked that beautiful flesh with one hand and kissed the very tip, rewarded immediately with a small, clear drop of pre-come, licking it away with a flick of his tongue and shivering at the salty taste of Adam's arousal. "Mmmm..." he breathed, "God, I love sucking your cock... Does that make me sound slutty? Oh, the hell with it, I don't even care." As Adam chuckled, Stan gave his shaft a quick lick and then continued. "You remember when I was fourteen and kept trying to get my dick in my mouth?" It was an odd question, but then Adam had all of Stan's memories right up to a point just prior to his own creation, so he remembered every moment of Stan's life just as vividly as the scientist himself (or just as vaguely, in the case of certain drunken parties he'd attended in college...). Without waiting for a response, Stan sighed contentedly. "I was fantasizing about that last week, when we sixty-nined. That's why I was trying so hard to make sure we came at the same time; I was feeling you come in my mouth, and I was coming really hard in a mouth, and I was, you know, pretending they were related..." Adam grunted and shifted in his seat, shivering at Stan's overtly kinky talk. "...Stan, w-would it make you smile if I told you I was having the same fantasy?" he asked, softly, and the scientist finally pulled his eyes away from his boyfriend's dick long enough to laugh softly, indeed bringing a wide grin to his face. "I'm not sure why it continues to surprise me when your mind proves to be just as dirty as mine, babe," he said, "Now, I'd love to keep talking about how much that turns me on, but I'm afraid I've got to get back to sucking my own cock."

The scientist leaned in and briefly pressed his nose against the root of his creation's erection, inhaling deeply of the scent of the other man's arousal one last time before moving back up and kissing the crown, then parting his lips. Adam let out a sigh that contained the words 'oh fuck' as his aching prick was once again engulfed by his lover's gentle mouth. As he resumed suckling and licking and teasing, Stan moved a hand to cup Adam's balls, and then extended his fingers to rub and knead at the skin that was normally hidden behind his scrotum. Adam stiffened from head to toe, mewling with surprise and pleasure as the other cat's insistent fingers rubbed against his perineum, teasing him with a hint of prostate stimulation in the middle of a blowjob. He would have been more direct, gone under Adam's tail, but he didn't want to disturb the come he'd left behind, knowing that the sensation of it still inside him would be turning Adam on. Before long, the squirming marmalade sat up completely, curling his body forward, both hands resting gently on Stan's head, scratching him behind the ears while the scientist continued to please him. "Oh Stan, oh my God, that - that's so good, d-don't stop..." he whimpered, his purring doing its best to interrupt his words, "Wait, m-move your finger to the left... okay now, uh, closer to my sac... There! R-right there!" The clone took in a shuddery breath as his toes curled up, Stan's fingers speeding up their movements and focusing on the more sensitive spot he'd been lead to. "Ahhh, God... S-Stan, I'm gonna come..." Adam whimpered, his fingers tightening their grip on the fur on his lover's head. Stan moaned in acknowledgement, now rather hard himself, and increased his efforts to push his creation over the edge, sucking and rubbing and licking and teasing and working as hard as he could, doing a little squirming himself as he looked forward to his 'reward'. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Adam tensed up, hunching over Stan's head as he let out a long, low groan, an 'uuungh' noise that could probably be heard out in the hallway, but neither feline cared much as Adam's climax exploded throughout his body and he began to spill his seed into his lover's mouth. Moving back so that only the very tip of Adam's erection was still in his mouth and stroking the shaft vigorously, Stan would have groaned himself if he weren't so busy eagerly swallowing, shivering with sheer erotic delight and pressing the tip of his tongue against the other man's urethra once more so he could feel it pulsing, Adam's body thanking him for his efforts with shot after shot of hot, gooey cream, which he gulped down greedily.

When Adam's orgasm finally came to its end, he groaned quietly and fell backwards, looking up at the ceiling and panting hard. After running his tongue around the inside of his mouth and savouring the last spurt, Stan swallowed one final time and then let the tip of his lover's cock slip out. He started to crawl up the bed, then paused, pressing his ear against Adam's stomach and just listening to the purring for a moment, relishing the sound of an extremely contented kitty. Then, moving back up to the top of the bed, he gathered his tired boyfriend in his arms and kissed him on the cheek. "Have a good time?" he asked, petting Adam on the top of the head like a feral. "Mmm-hmm..." nodded Adam, closing his eyes and pushing back against Stan's fingers with a smile. Stan inhaled sharply as he felt the other feline's fingers close around his prick, which had grown quite rigid while he was seeing to his clone's needs. As Adam leaned in and licked his cheek playfully, that hand began to gently stroke along the scientist's cock, as if he didn't already have Stan's undivided attention. "Thinking I should repay you, love..." Adam whispered, "How about a nice handy while we make out like teenagers on the last day before the end of the world?" However, Stan reached down and placed a hand on Adam's wrist, stilling his movements. "Much as I hate to wait," he replied, "I was thinking more along the lines of shagging like rabbits after the prom, so let's just cuddle until you're ready to go again, mmm?" Adam chuckled as he let go of Stan's erection. "Sounds good to me, but I'm pretty sure that was racist," the clone teased. Stan responded by booping Adam's nose with one finger and winking. "Well then, I'll just have to issue an apology to all these lapines who might have been offended by my thoughtless comment," he said, making a grand sweeping gesture to the empty room around them, "And then we can make with the snuggling and the kissing." He paused for just a moment. "Alright, there. Now c'mere you..." Soon both cats were giggling and nipping playfully at each other in between kisses and caresses, and before long, wordplay was the last thing on their minds.

And so the felines rolled and tussled around in the bed, kissing hungrily and teasing fingers into provocative places, Stan frequently trying to stoke the fires of need back up in his lover by grinding his erection against the other man's luxuriously soft fur, occasionally drooling a drop of pre that disappeared into Adam's pelt. Adam had already reached his summit twice, but neither cat was in a hurry to go anywhere, so while it took a while, his arousal slowly but surely grew and grew, until the marmalades were sitting up, legs spread, pressing their entire torsos together as they kissed, clever tongues and soft lips wrestling while their stiff dicks frotted for all they were worth. Stan broke it off first, leaning back with a gasp and panting a little. "Okay - okay, that's enough," he muttered, blushing, "getting kinda worked up by now, and I really don't wanna come yet..." He swallowed, mouth dry, but his blush only increased as he averted his eyes. "Adam? I know you've got a preference, but... would you top me?" he finally asked, "I wanna prove that I'm just as much yours as you are mine, that you're my equal even though, you know, I made you..." He reached up and scratched the back of his neck as Adam grinned, and then he sighed, looking up into his clone's eyes again. "That's never gonna stop feeling weird to say, is it?" he asked. "Probably not," Adam admitted, nodding, "if the way I feel about being, uh, your creation is anything to go by. But that's actually really sweet, I would love to top you!" As he leaned in to kiss Stanley, though, the other cat leaned back, lowering his ears just a tad. "Ah, c-could we get some lube first?" he asked, grinning self-consciously, "It's been a while since we switched, and I'm kind of out of practice..." Adam chuckled and nodded in the direction of the bedroom door. "Sure thing, sweetie, I think we left it in the bathroom," he said, "You know, after the thing in the shower?" Stan snickered and let some of his purr through his voice. "Oh yes, I don't really see how I could forget, I'm pretty sure we were dirtier afterwards than before we got in..." As he got up off the bed, he frowned slightly. "It's been a while, though, I could have sworn we'd used it again since then..." Adam shrugged, and Stan started walking to the door. "Mmm..." the clone said, behind him, "I hate to see you go, babe, but I love to watch you leave..." Stan grinned and reached for the doorknob as he opened his mouth to make a playful retort, but all that came out was a surprised cry as he was shoved forward somewhat roughly against the door. "Aaah! A-Adam?" he gasped, heart suddenly beating like a jackhammer, when he felt the other feline press tightly against him from behind, felt Adam's prick hotdog itself between his buttocks, and suddenly Stan put the pieces together, knowing what his boyfriend was going to say before he said it. Sure enough, with his free hand, Adam held up a plastic tube. "Oh look," he said, cheerily, "It was here after all. My bad." As he began to grind against Stan's rear, the scientist blushed. "Is - is this..." Stanley started to say, before trailing off into whimpers as Adam nipped possessively at his shoulder. "Your favourite fantasy?" the clone breathed into his ear, "Being taken roughly from behind by yourself, up against a wall? You bet your tight ass it is." Stan swallowed, shuddering with indecent glee. "A-and did you just get me in this position the same way I tricked you on your first day?" he asked. Adam's chuckle just then sounded confident, sexy, and it turned Stan on more than he'd ever admit. "Sure seems like it, babe." As Adam played his teeth along the thin skin of his boyfriend's ear, Stan let out a shuddery breath and pressed back against the other man's hard-on. Stanley had never actually gotten to experience this particular fantasy before; on the first day of Adam's life, Stan had given him this treatment in order to make his first time extra-special, but though Stan had given up his receiving virginity shortly after he brought Adam home, they hadn't actually done this, so the idea of it had Stan's prick drooling pre against the fine wooden finish of the door.

Adam pulled his hips away so he could lube up his cock, and Stan found himself pushing his butt back and whimpering, surprising himself with how needy he was for the touch of his boyfriend's body. So he just stayed there, pinned against the wall by the perfect specimen of the feline species behind him, torn between wanting to be properly lubricated and the wish that Adam would hurry up and just fuck him already. It helped a little when the clone pushed two of his slicked-up fingers under Stan's tail, pressing inside his tight rear and rubbing lubricant onto his warm, eager inner walls. He heard a quiet moan and realized that he'd made it, blushing and lowering his ears just a little as Adam leaned forward and kissed him on the nape of the neck. "That's it, just relax, Stan," he cooed, making his lover blush even harder, "You don't want to be too sore after I fuck you into a sweaty heap, do you?" "Oh God, yes..." Stan hissed, pushing back against those fingers and shivering again. Adam might be a little bit more submissive than his creator, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy taking the reins once in a while, and it certainly didn't mean Stan was averse to letting his boyfriend take charge. As Adam's fingers rubbed over a certain sensitive spot and put pressure on his prostate, Stan gasped, involuntarily clenching down on those fingers, his neglected cock giving a throb. To his chagrin, Adam continued to rub on that specific spot, chuckling behind him. "Oooh, I think you like it..." he teased, and just as Stan felt another pulse of pleasure, Adam suddenly pulled his fingers away, so that his inner walls clenched down on nothing. He whimpered at the empty feeling, but the other marmalade leaned in and whispered 'shhhh', kissing him on the cheek - as his free hand lined the tip of his prick up with his lover's entrance. "You ready?" Adam asked in a husky tone, arousal starting to tinge his voice, and Stan nodded frantically, practically shaking with the strength of his need as he was filled with anticipation, and then - and then, with one surprisingly gentle, fluid motion, Adam pushed his hips forward, and the tip of his cock pressed past Stan's anus, the clone's manhood sliding into that tight, warm channel and making itself at home there.

As one, Stan and Adam cried out wordlessly, shuddering against each other as the clone hilted himself in the creator. As they took a moment to get used to the sensations, Adam bodily pressed Stan against the door and bit down on his shoulder, causing the marmalade to groan with pleasure, digging his claws into the wood. Now that his hands were no longer needed to guide his shaft, Adam reached up and took a firm, but gentle hold of Stan's wrists, holding them against the door. Stanley shivered and closed his eyes, indulging in a fantasy come true; domination or submission weren't a 'thing' with him (or by extension, Adam), but long before he'd actually managed to clone himself, this specific scenario had been one that Stan had furtively brought himself to climax to many times. Adam growled needily in his ear, working his teeth into the loose flesh below his boyfriend's neck, and Stanley savoured the moment, revelling in the feeling of Adam's chest pressed so hard against his back he could almost feel his lover's pulse, the feeling of those hands holding his in place, preventing him from acting as the other feline made him his, and of course, the feeling of Adam's prick buried in his backside. Adam had yet to move his hips, and Stan knew without asking that it was to help play up the situation in Stan's mind, with the biting and the growling being a form of feline foreplay. Finally, Adam drew back, and as his cock slowly dragged itself out of his backside, Stan moaned so eagerly that he was a little embarrassed about it. Adam chuckled at that, his breath hot against Stan's neck. "No wonder I enjoy bottoming so much," Adam teased, "You've been a closet butt slut all this time!" Stan found himself blushing at that, and growled ineffectually. In his defence, it's quite hard to come across as intimidating to someone whose erection is buried under your tail. "You take that back, you piece of aaaaaagh!" The scowl disappeared from his face, and his threat evaporated before it could ever be uttered as Adam shoved his hips forward without warning, slamming home in his lover's rear so hard it pushed Stan's aching, drooling prick against the door itself for a moment. As Stan whimpered with pleasure, Adam began to thrust into his creator's rump again and again, sighing with relief of his own. "God..." the clone muttered, "I have such a nice ass..." Stan moaned in agreement, clenching down on the invading length even as he fondly remembered taking that ass just earlier. "Christ, I know," Stan replied, "And my dick feels soooo good..." Adam chuckled again, though it sounded a little more strained this time, as his arousal grew and grew. "Almost makes you wonder why masturbation gets such a bad rap," he said, making Stan snicker in surprise. "Oh, is that what this is?" he asked, looking over his shoulder, "I thought it was incest." When Adam groaned again, it was in response to the old sci-fi joke, not the pleasure he was feeling, and Stan could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "Well then, 'Daddy', let me show you what your boy can really do!" he teased, picking up the pace a little, driving his prick into his creator's rear with more enthusiasm and energy, and making Stan feel so good that making a coherent response was more trouble than it was worth at the moment. So he just rested his cheek against the cool wood of the door and moaned 'God yes, fuck me...' as he closed his eyes again.

There was silence for a few minutes; well, at least there was no talking for a few minutes, as the room was alive with the sound of panting and grunting, of the door creaking gently with the weight pressed against it, and of course, the endless slapping of flesh against flesh, slightly muffled by thin layers of fur. But even as Adam hilted himself in Stanley's rump again and again, the scientist was beginning to tremble with need, squirming on the spot and pushing back against those thrusts. He was getting so turned on he could barely stand it, and his poor dick was being completely ignored, aside from occasionally brushing against the door in front of him, leaving being the residue of his pre-come. Finally he needed to do something or go mad, and he let out a whine, shifting on the spot. Adam leaned back, having been kissing at Stan's sensitive neck, and whispered in his ear. "What's wrong, babe?" Stan swallowed and closed his eyes, embarrassed at the need to say these words. "P-please, sweetie, my cock!" he gasped, "I - I need you to touch my cock!" Adam didn't laugh this time, but there was a smile in his voice all the same. "Is that so?" he asked, "Well, what if I wanted to punish you for making me wait so long, hmm? What if I want to keep you on edge allllll night?" He slammed home as his boyfriend struggled in his grip, his scrotum slapping lightly against Stan's, and the scientist gasped out a single word. "Bastard!" This time, Adam did chuckle. "Well, alright, I do love making you come after all..." he said, as if he'd been serious, "Tell you what, if you admit that you're my butt slut, I'll give you the reach-around." Ears flat against his skull, Stan blushed and pouted. "Hey!" he protested, "You're the one who always volunteers to t-take it in the tail! If anything, you're -" "What's that?" Adam interrupted, "You don't want to come after all? Well, that's kind of strange, Stan, but if you're sure..." Stan blushed even harder, internally cursing his kink for dirty talk that had been passed on to the clone, and sagged against the door in surrender. "...Fine! You win!" he whimpered, "I - I'm your butt slut, Adam! I love it when you fuck me hard! J-just please, for God's sake, touch me!" As he snickered delightedly in Stan's ear, Adam pressed his boyfriend's hands together so that he could hold them both against the door with just one of his, and lowered his now freed right hand down and around, taking hold of Stan's aching, neglected penis, immediately beginning to rub and squeeze him nice and slowly. Shuddering, Stan moaned with relief, leaking pre onto his lover's fingers with almost every stroke. "There you go, sweetie, was that so hard to admit?" Adam teased, "Mmmm, I'll bet being honest feels soooo much better..." As his pre-come dripped to the floor, Stan found himself hard-pressed to argue the point. "God, yes, thank you, thank yooooou..." he moaned, letting his muscles relax and slumping against the door, once again entirely at his boyfriend's mercy. For a moment, he thought Adam was going to make another snarky comment, but instead, he just leaned forward and gently kissed the nape of Stan's neck.

A few minutes passed, and by now Stan found it impossible to keep quiet, yelping and mewling with arousal as Adam's penis pistoned into his rump, as his hand worked mercilessly over Stan's pulsing shaft, and as he nipped and bit at the sensitive loose flesh at the base of his creator's neck. "Jesus, Adam..." he whimpered, "I - I'm getting so close..." To his horror, his lover responded by letting go of his prick and letting it throb in empty air. "N-no! Please, baby!" Stan begged, "Did I d-do something wrong? Oh Adam, please let me come..." As he felt himself backing away from the brink of pleasure, Stan let out a whine, his hands struggling against Adam's in a futile attempt to reach down and finish off by himself if need be. "Shhhh... Easy now," Adam whispered, somehow managing to sound soothing and teasing at the same time, "I just want to make sure it's as good as it can be for you, is all." Growling with need, Stan pouted and sent a glare over his shoulder. "You j-just want to make sure you come first, you - nnngh! - you gorgeous bastard..." he grumbled. Adam laughed. "That is also true, but I'm pretty sure you'll come harder if I make you wait, so I see it as win-win..." he teased, before inhaling sharply and shuddering against him. "Ohhhh, Stan, you - you don't need to worry, I'm not far off mys-self..." Letting out a groan of his own, Adam nudged his lover's feet slightly wider apart with his own and then began thrusting with a bit more force than before, grunting each time he slammed home, each time his cock pushed as deep into Stan's backside as it could go, each time his balls slapped against the scientist's. For his part, Stan had his head tilted up, his ears pointed back, partly out of submission and partly to savour the incredibly lewd noises their lovemaking was generating. When Adam took hold of his dick again - not stroking, just holding it - Stan gasped out loud, though perhaps he was a bit premature in this for it was immediately followed by one last bite, stronger than usual, and as Adam's teeth sank into his shoulder, Stan cried out in pleasure; that one felt deep enough to perhaps draw blood, which meant only one thing in feline culture: Adam was definitively declaring that Stan was his and his alone, and no other potential suitors were welcome. "Yes! Fuck me!" Stan cried, deliriously aroused by this point, "C-come inside me, don't you even - even think about pulling out! Aaaagh, Christ that's so good..." Not releasing the grip his jaw had on his lover, Adam let out a muffled moan and redoubled his efforts, rutting into Stan's rump like they were ferals in the middle of mating season.

It wasn't long at all before Adam's breathing was coming out as hisses through his nostrils, his hot breath washing over Stan's neck and making him shiver; this was one of the scientist's own tells, so Stan wasn't all that surprised when Adam finally released his shoulder and arched his back, slamming himself home under Stan's tail one last time and tensing up all over as his orgasm overwhelmed him. The clone cried out, a loud, prolonged groan, as he emptied his balls deep inside his lover, painting Stan's bowels with spurt after spurt of hot, wet feline seed. As the other marmalade felt that sudden warm release deep in his backside, he cried out too, and as Adam chose that exact moment to begin stroking his lover's dick at full speed, the sensations overwhelmed the whimpering kitty, and Stan was pushed into orgasm even as his boyfriend was still coming inside him. Claws digging into the door, toes curling up on the carpet, Stan inhaled deeply as he tensed up, then clenched his teeth together, grunting in time with the pulses of pleasure, ejaculating hard as Adam's hand continued to stroke his pulsating penis, which spat out thick, gooey strands of his sperm that thankfully splattered against the door just in front of him instead of falling to and soaking into the more expensive fibres of the carpet beneath them. As they came and came together, bodies grinding against each other, as far as the identical cats were concerned, the entire universe consisted of their body, their lover, and the pleasure they were bringing each other. Above their heads, a subtle change took place, as Adam let go of Stan's wrists, pressing just one of his hands flat against the door and lacing their fingers together, holding hands tightly as they rode out their ecstasy together.

When they'd wrung every last ounce of pleasure (and every last drop of semen) out of each other, the cats stood there, letting the door support them, panting hard. With the pleasure gone, suddenly all the signals they'd been able to ignore were getting through, and so Stan was only too aware of the tiredness of his legs, the itch on his sweaty wrists where they'd been held together, the lingering ache from Adam's possessive bite mark, and the slightly more enjoyable ache under his tail from the roughness of their lovemaking. Adam finally let go of his hand, and Stan was so tired that he just stood there, leaving his arms up in the air for a few seconds, having gotten used to them being like that. The clone leaned in and kissed his lover on the cheek before stepping back, his rapidly softening penis slipping out of Stan's tired rump. But once Adam was no longer pressing the other marmalade against the door, leaving his body weight entirely on his own two feet, Stan suddenly found himself a little weak in the knees, and in fact started to fall, only having time to yelp in surprise as he fell backwards, away from the door. Thankfully, Adam caught him before he hit the ground most unceremoniously, and to Stan's embarrassed delight, the other man swept him up into his arms and carried him back over to the bed, where he laid him down gently on his stomach with all the care in the world before lying down next to him on the mattress, in the same position. Without a word, the two creamsicle cats turned to each other, extended an arm around their lover's shoulder, and leaned in close, pressing their lips together and sharing in the moment of afterglow.

As the felines held each other, being fond of lying on their stomachs after sex and enjoying the mingling vibrations of their purring, there were no thoughts in Stan's head of the results of his experiments, no thoughts of whether or not the lab's funding was going to continue when their contracts were up for renewal at the end of the month, no thoughts of any of the things that had been troubling him lately. For once, all he was thinking about was how incredibly, impossibly lucky he was to have this wonderful man in his life, a man who could hold him in his arms and make him feel better about anything that bothered him, who could always find a way to make him smile when he was feeling down, and, of course, whose sexual interests melded perfectly with his own, so they were always on the same page in bed... or against the wall. Breaking off the kiss, looking into those big blue eyes, Stan couldn't help but smile. "I love you, Adam," he whispered, finding it impossible in that moment to not say the words. The other cat smiled - exactly the same smile, at that - and winked. "I love you too, Stan." A moment later, Adam blushed and glanced at his boyfriend's back. "Uhh, I didn't hurt your shoulder too bad, did I?" he asked, sheepishly, "Sorry for getting carried away there..." He gingerly touched the spot where he'd sunk his teeth into Stan's flesh and looked at his fingers. "Looks like you're not bleeding, at least not anymore..." Stan was relieved to hear that, but just shrugged and grinned slightly. "It's okay, just gonna be a little sore for a while," he replied, "...and that was actually kinda hot. I think next time, I'm gonna have to get you back by showing off my teeth, so it's all official in the eyes of our pervy feline ancestors." Adam chuckled, the look on his face suggesting he was looking forward to that, and winked. "Well, technically, your feline ancestors," the clone said, "I'm just borrowing all your relations." Then, giving his creator a very feline grin (which is to say, a mischievous one), Adam let his hand trail down Stanley's back, and for a moment, Stan thought he was just enjoying the feel of his lover's fur, but then Adam kept going, slipping a finger under the other man's tail and teasing at his tired entrance, which even now was slowly leaking Adam's seed, running down his perineum and balls. "Mmmm," the clone hummed, clearly pleased with himself, "you know, for my third come of the day, that was a pretty damned good one... certainly made a nice mess of you." Stan laughed softly at that one, and, raising an eyebrow playfully, he mirrored Adam's position, feeling under his tail and discovering that while it had cooled to match Adam's body temperature, his own semen was still oozing out of his boyfriend's rump. "Well," Stan countered, "this was my first come of the day, and it was so good I'm surprised you haven't been dripping on the floor this entire time." After a moment of silence, both cats started giggling, then chuckling, then laughing together, not just at the words they'd been saying, but at how happy they felt with each other, and soon, Stan reared back and pounced on his lover, and they happily embraced, kissing and holding each other tight, no longer concerned with getting off, just playfully sharing in the warm, romantic feelings they had for each other.

When they had finished kissing and feeling each other up, the identical felines continued to lie on the bed in each other's arms, not wanting to relinquish this moment together. Stan was the first one to break the silence. "Adam? Thank you," he whispered, "Not just for the sex - though goddamn, that was pretty good - but for, you know, everything. Making dinner, prancing around in that apron to make me feel better, trying to get my mind off work when it was driving me crazy... it means so much to me that you go to such lengths for me." Adam licked his lover's cheek before he responded. "Well, I know you'd do the same for me," he said, "though I'd like to repeat for the record that I do not prance!" As Stan chuckled, Adam looked thoughtful and then grinned. "...On the other hand, if it would get you more worked up, I might have to look into it." A few moments later, Adam sighed. "What's wrong, baby?" Stan asked, giving him a squeeze, since they were already hugging. The clone's ears lowered for the zillionth time that day, but this time, erotic submission had little to do with it. "I - I just... I'm worried about the future, Stan," he admitted, "I mean, technically, as far as the government's concerned, I don't exist." Technically, this was true; Adam had used Stanley's legal information in order to apply for his teaching job, informing his co-workers that Adam was his middle name and that he preferred it. "There's also the way we have to hide the truth. I mean, the school has end-of-year parties and fundraising banquets and stuff, it would be nice to bring a date, you know?" he continued, avoiding Stan's gaze, "And then there's Mom and Dad... what are you supposed to do, just tell them 'I've met someone, guys... oh, and he's me.' Not to mention that I'm not sure whether it's legal to marry yourself, or -" "Adam." The single word was spoken gently, but firmly, and the clone looked up into his boyfriend's eyes somewhat reluctantly. "You're making yourself upset," Stan said, quietly, "Relax. Deep breaths. Nothing good ever happens when we do that to ourselves."

As Adam nodded, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing, Stan leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek, holding him tight in his arms, knowing precisely how much better being held made the other man feel. "It's gonna be okay, Adam," he whispered, "I promise. We'll deal with all of those things together, when and if it comes to that." Adam opened his eyes and smiled hopefully at his boyfriend, and Stan kissed him on the opposite cheek, which made his smile widen just a little. "But for now," he continued, "I'd just like to hold the love of my life in my arms and fall asleep." Adam blushed a little, and chuckled self-consciously. "Now?" the clone asked, "But we haven't showered or anything, we're all, uh, 'comey'." Stan just winked, reaching out and taking hold of the comforter, slowly draping it over them. "Sheets and covers can be washed, babe, and I'd rather scrub it out of my fur in the morning than get out of the bed now." Adam now looked just as enthusiastic for this as he did, and reached up above them to the secondary light switch Stan had installed above the bed for just such occasions, laziness being such an ingrained feline trait that it helped to plan for it. As the room fell into darkness, Adam and Stan adjusted their position under the covers to make themselves more comfortable, though they still lay in each other's embrace, a tangle of naked legs beneath them, leaning in close and savouring each other's scent. "G'night, Stan. Love you," Adam whispered quietly. "Sweet dreams, Adam. Love you too," came the reply, as quickly as if it belonged to the same voice. Before nodding off, it occurred to both men separately that this closely embraced, they'd probably start the day by having a quick shag before they even showered, but neither said a word, knowing that his lover would have come to the same conclusion. So they just held each other and smiled, looking forward to starting the day right, and soon the room was filled with the relaxed purring of two cats deep in happy, untroubled sleep, dreaming not of the uncertain future, but of the wonderful love they'd discovered in the here and now.