Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 19:56:04 +0200
From: Johan Keller Jensen <johan.keller.jensen@gmail.com>
Subject: To Be With Me part 2 "Valentine"

To Be With Me
Act 2 - Valentine

"It's fine, you can go to bed without me."

That was the sentence I had been hearing more and more often as the days
went by. It had been a little over a month since "Hadrian" had appeared. At
this point, I had more or less come to terms with the fact that he's a
clone or me, or at least a copy of some sorts. Or maybe I actually just
didn't want to think about it all, I'm not sure. What I knew was that it
was nice. It was nice to always have someone with you, someone you could
talk to and share things, especially since it was yourself, so there wasn't
anything to hide. On the contrary, hiding things would've been the odd
thing to do. It was also nice because, since we were the same, we could
enjoy the same things for the exact same reasons. It probably sounds
incredibly boring to most, but I never found it to be. I found it nice to
have someone to relate so closely to. But at this point, a month after his
appearance, it seemed as though he might not agree with me. As if he was
ever so slowly trying his best to distance himself from me. Like he was
now.

"Don't worry about me; I just need to finish this and then I might read a
little."

It was another of those small things he'd say, trying to get some alone
time, I suppose. It wasn't as if I didn't respect him wanting to be alone,
I just didn't realize he wanted it, since I never wanted to be alone, and
we were the same. I also might have been more persuadable if he had said
what he wanted instead of wrapping it up so neatly. Or maybe not. Who can
really tell. But As I carried these thoughts with me for some time, I
finally got my answer.

"So, Rian-"

"That's not my name."

"Right, sorry, Hadrian. I was just wondering if maybe, you wanted to,
y'know...?"

"No."

He sighed deeply right before saying it. He then turned around on his side,
facing away from me. To be honest, I didn't really want to do anything
myself, but I was curious as to what he would answer.

"Are you," I hesitated, "Are you a-avoiding me?"

I didn't get an answer from him. He didn't move at all. I assumed he went
to sleep. In turn, I rolled over on my side and felt anxious. Had I done
something against him? Had I caused him some kind of distress? Was he even
enjoying the sex? Thousands, no, millions of such thoughts went through my
head, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep and was waking up again; as
if I had only blinked once.

After that night, I knew that he was avoiding me, yet he wasn't going to
tell me. He started waking up long before me - or maybe I just woke up
later than him, given that I didn't get much sleep at the time. He started
going to school without me, going running or go for a bicycle ride without
me. He was beginning to detach himself from me. And not only him, it seemed
as if the world itself was beginning to accept his existence. What I mean
is, it was around this time that people slowly began to acknowledge him;
greet him, talk to him, look at him.

One day, while he was doing some reading - Whether it was recreational or
homework, I don't know - and I was just lounging about, he turned to me.

"Hadrian, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

I turned my gaze towards him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I, uh." he paused for a moment, "I want you to stop calling me
Hadrian."

"What?"

I sat up and directed all of my attention towards him. I remember that I
wasn't as surprised as I may have looked. Afterall, though I tried to deny
it, I knew he had changed.

"Yeah, uhm. I don't want you calling me Hadrian anymore - nobody else
really does that, because, well, because it's not my name."

"What're you taking about? Hadrian's not your name? Why wouldn't it be? I
mean, It's my name so-"

"Exactly, it's YOUR name. It's not my name. And frankly, it never has
been."

"Sure it is! You're me afterall!"

At this mention, he started yelling. I don't blame him.

"No. No I am not you. And you are not me; We? We are not the same. Our
bodies might be the same, but my body is not all I am. I am not you, and
Hadrian is not my name!"

"Then what is your name?"

"My name is Valentine."

----

I felt his lips on my neck. He alternated between small kisses, large
kisses, and downright sucking. I knew I'd get a hickey there, and a bad one
at that. He raised himself a bit so that he could look at me. We didn't say
anything. We just looked at each other. I wouldn't even say we stared, for
it was nothing more than a brief moment. He leaned down again and we
kissed. My whole body felt how the passion slowly was building up inside,
turning into lust little by little. He broke off the kiss and gave another
of those soul-gazing looks before he elegantly crawled towards the other
end of the bed. He kissed my body in his descent; from my neck to my chest
and down my stomach. He stopped right above my groin.

"Valentine, I love you." He said to me.

I was surprised by the statement and my face immediately began to flush
with redness. I didn't get to fully get embarrassed, however, as he took my
cock into his mouth. He began sucking me off, starting slowly, making sure
I felt everything. I closed my eyes. Partly out of the embarrassment from
before, but also because I wanted to focus on the feeling. His pace
quickened a bit as he also began taking more of me. Soon, he was trying to
take it all in one go. And he did. I placed my hands gently on the backside
of his head, and as he successfully took all of me, I curled my body
upwards. I could distinctly feel my cock in his throat, and I think the
thought of it just made the experience all the better. Afterwards, he
returned to sucking me off. Soon, I could feel the edge somewhere in the
distance. I lightly tapped his shoulder and opened my eyes. He stopped
instantly, and faster than I had thought, his face was locked with mine
once again.

"Let me bottom this time" He said softly, almost a whisper.

I nodded. He smiled. I was glad. I like making sure Jonathan's enjoying
it. But of course, I want to make sure I'm enjoying it too, otherwise it
would be no fun. Even though Jonathan said he would bottom, he always
wanted to be 'on top'. It was a favorite of his, he had told me. He grabbed
a condom and with expertise he put it on me.

"I can put it on myself y'know"

"Shh, it's more sexy this way; theatrical, if you will"

I chuckled, but he was right, actually. It was kind of sexy.

He wasted no time after the condom was on; in a flash he was on top of me,
slowly easing his way down on my dick. His brows furrowed slightly - the
way they do when you experience something really pleasurable. Or perhaps
it's only something that happens during sex - and I could see he held his
breath slightly. As for me, I was slowly ascending to heaven. About as
slowly as he was moving. And also because of that slowness, I felt every
little thing. It was amazing, but at this speed we would be going for ages,
and I couldn't take it. I began to lift my pelvis upwards to meet him. He
let go of his breath in a pant. In this way, we kind of worked together to
speed it up. Jonathan leaned forward, resting his body on mine, his hands
resting on my shoulders, albeit a bit awkwardly. He had more or less given
the initiative to me, which worked out great, as I enjoyed things a bit
faster than his usual. I was grinding my dick in and out of him, as deep as
I could get while still keeping the speed steady. And Jonathan was loving
it. Jonathan was a really quiet lover. That is, unless he was bottom'ing,
then he'd be very loud, actually. He was rocking his body to the rhythm,
his own cock caught between our stomachs. I was mostly focused on fucking
him. I could hear on the way he sounded, that he was getting close, so I
sped up a bit. He got up in a more sitting-like position, and then he
started coming. As he came on my stomach and my chest, I kept fucking him,
right until he was completely done. I took me a little bit of extra time,
but I eventually got there. I moaned briefly, and I made a couple of really
deep thrusts as I came.

Luckily, we didn't make too much of a mess, so the cleanup was relatively
quickly done with. Before falling asleep, Jonathan kissed me and whispered,

"I love you, My Valentine".

---- Valentine walked in the door and sat on the bed. The current scenario
was usually the other way around, and it was like everything had shifted;
like the world itself had been turned upside down. Valentine was lying on
the bed, now with earbuds in and music on, while I was sitting at our desk,
studying. I had been lacking in schoolwork a lot lately. I really needed to
study. And I was doing fine, right up until Valentine appeared. It was so
rarely I saw him these days. Valentine was usually spending the night with
some guy, just to show up at school the day after. When Valentine wasn't
there, there was silence. Well, a kind of silence. It was like he didn't
exist. For just a brief moment, I was just Hadrian, living my own
individual life. Of course, I was also living my 'own individual life' when
Valentine was there - Valentine made sure to remind me of that, by
referring to his own individuality - but it was still different when I was
alone. I spoke to himself sometimes, just to fill in the gaps. At least
that's what I told myself.

"Have you ever wondered if perhaps you are a clone of me?" Valentine said.

It didn't just break the silence, it shattered it and scattered all the
little pieces on the floor, and you wouldn't be able to walk on the floor
without getting a splinter of the question stuck in your
foot. Unavoidable. And as a reflection of the unavoidable, yet still
unanswered question, my mind shattered because what if it was true? What if
I wasn't the 'original'? That would mean that all my memories were false,
or at least, not entirely my own. That they were all artificial in some
way, acquired in that moment of appearance, some months ago when I woke up
besides Valentine.

"Huh, I've never thought of it that way before." I said.

I returned to my studies after the brief interruption. I couldn't really
say anything else. I felt my hands start to shake, and a cold sweat
beginning on my forehead.

"Really? With so much thinking about this whole "clone"-thing, I would've
assumed that you'd have thought of it." Valentine said.

To be honest I had. I had thought about it. But I didn't want to. I was
scared. I didn't want to think about it, because then I wouldn't know what
to do with myself. Would I just continue living as I did? Or would I try to
break away and be someone else? I guess in that moment, I understood
Valentine a little better, without knowing it.

"Well, I'll see you later Hadrian."

"Wait, what? Where are you going?"

"Meeting with a friend."

That's what He'd say, but it was rarely just a friend. It was usually some
guy - a stranger - with whom he would have sex.

"Oh. Well, see you later then."

As he left, he laid a hand on my shoulder. It was like he knew how shaken
up I was by the question he had asked. And it still there, partly on the
floor. And Valentine would just leave the mess. As the door closed, I
stopped everything and put my head in my hands. I needed to really think.

"I'm Hadrian." I said.

I repeated that sentence to myself many many times, as it consoled me in
some odd way. After that day, I began to really think about me and
Valentine. Why Valentine was becoming and individual. And I understood
it. I got it. The answer, to that unanswered question was that it didn't
matter. I was sure that I would find a better answer in the future, but at
the time, I just needed to let it be. Acknowledge it, but not let it take
over every thought of mine. Instead, my every thought was occupied by
Valentine. For as much as he was gone, his presence haunted my mind day and
night. It was terrible. Unbearable. It was infuriatingly frustrating,
thinking about someone constantly, when you were trying to do basically
everything else but that. It was like someone was mocking me. Laughing
behind my back.

Worst of them all were my thoughts at night. Especially when Valentine
wasn't there. Because he would still be there, in my thoughts. And he'd
whisper to me, though he had never done so before. His would whisper of
secrets and desire I'm sure the real Valentine never had. And he'd whisper
them to me, Hadrian. And I would listen. I would listen all night to those
whispers. The more I listened, the louder they were. Soft spoken words,
caressing me in the dark. I sometimes closed my eyes, so that I could
picture him before me. On one hand, I felt ashamed of thinking of hime like
that, but on the other it was nonsense to be ashamed, as we had literally
had sex before. But perhaps I had been thinking wrongly at the time? Now, I
was able to see him more as a human, and I'm kind of knew, that that was
what scared me. He wasn't "mine" anymore. And the realization that he
actually never had been anything close to "mine" was
devastating. Devastating but necessary. And yet, in my mind he was still
mine. And in my mind, he would always be mine.

His voice whispery reached my ears yet again, and I felt a warmth emit from
my core, slowly centring around my groin and inner thighs. With closed
eyes, I reached down and felt my dick getting hard. I imagined my hand
being Valentine's and instantly I was hard. I was impatient and immediately
grabbed it, and started a steady, rhythmic pace. To the imaginary sound and
image of Valentine, I, as I had done many times before and would do many
times again, began to jerk off. Moments later, I was already starting to
pant, and I sped up a bit. His image was kissing my neck, my chin and my
chest. His image was caressing my thighs, my hips and my ass.

"Hadrian." The image whispered to me

I could feel how the edge was slowly building up in my balls. I was panting
often now, my face grimaced in what would have looked like worry, and my
hand clenching my cock, moving fast and slightly haphazardly up and down. I
was really nearing the edge, and just as I was about to come, the image
whispered,

"Hadrian, I love you."

I moaned softly as I came on my stomach. My body relaxed. I was hot and
sweaty, and for a second before cleaning myself off, I just lay
there. Thinking. I became aware of just how dependent on Valentine I was,
and I started to weep. I wept not because of how dependant I was, but
because of how independent he was.

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