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Title: Duality
Chapter: Sequel to the Movie Night series, especially the Kai and Uruha Remix
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama, smut, romance
Content Notes: Male/male sex, voyeurism, a brief het fantasy, descriptions of woman/woman sex in a video
Pairing: Kai X Uruha, sort of one-sided Kai/OFC
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Kai has developed an ongoing fascination with the woman who looked just like him in the last of Ruki’s movie night films, and Uruha is taking notice.
Comments: Written for the Mirrors/Doubles square on my Kink Bingo card, and a bit of a departure from my usual style – you can thank ldybastet for hosting a great discussion of this prompt on her journal and aleksiina_26’s fabulous story for the Crossdressing prompt, which got me thinking about dual male and female identities and brought my mind back to what had originally been a minor part of the Movie Night series. I expanded on it, and this is the result.

It started with that ill-fated movie night party Ruki threw, the one that was supposed to consist of cheesy action and horror movies - except the last film literally ended with a bang, a scene of softcore porn that sent the four couples still in the room at the end of the evening in search of the nearest place to get their hands all over each other.

For Kai, though, the movie had a bit more of a deep impact. He'd been fascinated throughout the film by the leading lady. It wasn't so much her killer body, or the sunshiny smile that made her seem sweet and innocent even when she was gunning down bad guys.

It was her overall appearance. Namely, the fact that she looked just like him. Rather, him if he were female. Watching her in that last scene was like watching himself having sex.

A couple of days after the movie night, he happened to be at his computer at home, doing work related to Decade and the still-in-the-workup-stages Division. He got a sudden impulse to look up the title of the film online. He wasn't sure where it came from, really. Just a whim born of weariness and a touch of boredom and a still-throbbing memory of what that last scene had inspired, him on his knees in Ruki's spare bedroom, damn near deep-throating Uruha, feeling his lover come all over his face for the first time.

He found out that the name of female-Kai was Mimi Fox. Okay, he was going to Google her out of pure curiosity, just to see what else she'd done.

Within ten minutes, he'd learned that she'd been active in grindhouse movies from 1971 to 1976, that she'd debuted in a slasher fic called Festival of Blood, and that she was best known for a trilogy of action/softcore hybrid private eye movies - Angel, Angel in Blue and Angel Unchained - which had something of a cult following. Oh, and there was a gallery of photos linked to the info page.

He clicked on the link, and the pictures opened, spread out before him like postage stamps, a billion tiny images of himself-as-a-woman. He clicked on one to make it bigger, seeing her draped across a bed, wearing a dress that was very nearly transparent, giving the camera a sweet smile, though her eyes held the promise of something a lot more spicy.

Another picture, this time, a still from one of her action movies, where she was running through a fringe of surf on a beach, wearing a cropped top and equally cropped shorts, a large rifle in her hand. Wavy, dark hair tumbled over her shoulders in practiced disarray.

He studied the image, the contours of her face - the info page said she was half-Japanese and half-Hawaiian, accounting for her eyes looking like his. She had a similar cupid's-bow mouth, the same kind of cheekbones.

She was, quite frankly, gorgeous - in a way that would have been considered "exotic" back in her heyday.

He rested his hand on top of the screen. Amazing how some of their other features were similar. He was well-endowed where a man should be. She was busty - and they'd looked very real and natural in that movie. He had big, manly hands. Her hands were long, and tapering, and graceful - feminine, but still perfect for shooting a gun.

He blinked. What was this, some sort of auto-erotica? He was looking into some sort of funhouse mirror which showed you with your gender inverted, and feeling himself attracted to the result. Right, time to close the screen and get back to work. Leader-san duties were calling, of course.

Although something in the back of his mind wondered how many of her films had survived on video . . .

* * *

The first Angel movie had been easy to track down, given that it was a favorite of certain hipster film directors who embraced grindhouse culture and elevated it into art. The third one he'd found online, on a site where someone had uploaded some "late-night cable classics of the '80s." The second was proving more elusive.

A few of her other movies were floating around out there, on various streaming and download sites. Only one of them was subbed in Japanese. Not that it mattered. He wasn't interested in the plots, per se. He was interested in looking at her, looking into that funhouse mirror, seeing himself as he could have been in an alternate reality.

Would Kai-as-woman really have been a kickass babe like that? Would she have been able to dispatch a would-be attacker with the same ease and grace that she put on her lipstick? Would she have given herself lustily to men and women alike, not letting anyone out of her bed until they were thoroughly satisfied?

He knew the fascination was turning into something of an addiction the day he went to one of those flea markets that he knew included a lot of American military families trying to dump old VHS tapes. He wasn't even sure where his VHS machine was - probably somewhere in the back of a closet next to his Dreamcast. It would be worth the hunting expedition.

He'd found a couple of her old tapes, all right, including the elusive second Angel. He'd noticed the Americans who sold them giving him a curious look, as in, who the hell would want these junky old things? Or maybe they'd noticed he was a double of the woman on the box cover.

If it was the latter, he'd consider it a huge compliment.

* * *

Uruha became aware of his lover's new obsession when he happened to see one of her movies playing on Kai's screen. He didn't take notice of it first - until it was immediately followed by another of her movies.

"That's the woman that was in that movie, isn't it?" he said. "From Ruki's party?"

Kai nodded in the affirmative, a sunshine smile crossing his face, matching the sunshine smile currently being displayed on his screen by Mimi Fox. "I tracked some of her movies down," he said.

"I can see that," Uruha replied. "How come?"

Kai shrugged. "There's something fascinating about her, the way she presents herself, I don't know . . ."

"You mean, the fact that she looks just like you," Uruha replied.

Kai blushed. "Something like that."

Uruha wasn't a jealous type. Not when it came to something like an actress who was active in film before either of them were born, anyway. He left Kai to his new obsession.

Except he found his own eyes straying away from his video game and over to the computer, watching Kai as he watched the film. Or, rather, watching the dual images of the film and Kai.

There was something compelling about the idea of his lover engrossed in his female self, watching someone who was him, but not him laughing and crying and fighting and flirting and making love. Was he imagining being her? Was he imagining having her? Or both?

The idea was still in the back of his mind later that night, as he lay on his back, naked, eyes closed, Kai's practiced mouth working its magic on him. And suddenly, the guitarist's mind was flooded with a fantasy of Kai entwined with Mimi Fox, naked, one set of cupid's bow lips pressed against the other, large breasts crushed against manly chest, large hand clasping her long and slender one. His strong male hips pressed against her softly curving ones, pushing his big cock into her, two halves joining, becoming one . . .

He came long and hard and fast, thrusting into Kai's mouth, the dream images in his mind coming along with him, crying out as one.

* * *

Their schedules being what they were, he didn't get a chance to watch the second Angel movie until a couple of weeks after he bought it. The long-lost VHS player had been hooked up to the bedroom TV (with the help of a coaxial-to-RCA converter), and Kai sat on the bed, watching the now-familiar drill through the haze of not-quite-sharp picture and occasional snow at the edges that was standard for entertainment back when his age was in single digits.

Angel/Mimi Fox/Kai-as-a-woman kicked some butt, showered onscreen, interviewed some people about the crime, ended up in bed with a male suspect, had a car chase scene, danced in a nightclub with a cop, followed by another sex scene . . .

Through his limited grasp of English, he was able to figure out the crime had something to do with drug-related shootings, and the cop was on the same case she was, and her best friend from her teenage days was supposed to be visiting her in the middle of all this chaos. The best friend, he was sure, was to set up the inevitable lesbian sex.

Sure enough, his funhouse mirror image opened her front door in a clingy tank top and barely-there shorts, and her eyes lit up in a way that indicated the person she was seeing did more with her than share makeup tips. The camera turned, and the audience could see what Angel was seeing . . .

Kai froze in place. No way. No way. No way in HELL.

He just sat there, staring, unable to believe what was before him as the friend and Angel exchanged smiles and pleasantries, flirting with their eyes. How could they know? Were the filmmakers psychic or something? He swallowed hard as he watched the two women go to dinner together, get a little tipsy, the eye-flirting giving way to hands that clasped each other, then roamed . . .

He hit "pause" before the action really got underway, then shouted, "Uruha? You'd better come in here."

* * *

Uruha had been sitting in the living room with his guitar, trying to work out a solo for the new album, when the call came from the bedroom. He groaned, putting his instrument down. This had better be important - he'd been on a major roll.

"What is . . ." He walked toward the bedroom, got as far as the doorway, and then stopped in his tracks.

There on the screen, along with female-Kai, was his own female doppelganger.

"Holy shit," he said, walking toward the TV as if in a trance, eyes focused on the woman. She had blond hair in a similar style, but longer. Her face was the same shape, her eyes very similar (if a bit rounder, the actress was Western), her lips the same sensual pout. Oh, yes, and when she stood up, her short skirt revealed a pair of beautifully shaped thighs.

Kai stood up beside him and clasped his hand. "It's like they knew," he said.

Uruha could only watch mutely as the scene shifted to a bedroom that was at least more attractive than the one in the movie night film, and the two women were on the bed, stripped to their underwear and kissing hotly. He watched female-Kai unhook female-Uruha's bra and pull it away, then lean over her breast, female-Uruha clutching the back of her head and moaning - the softcore trick to show nipple-sucking without really showing it.

The trick was working. The two men clasped each other's hands tightly as their female selves stripped away the remaining scraps of satin and lace, hands grasping and sliding over each other's breasts, mouths meeting and parting in an erotic dance. And then there was female-Kai, lying on her back, swooning in ecstasy as female-Uruha kissed down her stomach . . . followed by a tight closeup of a blissful face and delicious moans on the soundtrack, implying unseen oral pleasures.

Oh, my God, Uruha knew exactly what Kai had been feeling all this time, knew the thrill of being inside and outside the movie all at one, self and other. He watched as female-Uruha sat at the edge of the bed, and female-Kai knelt before her, blocking all audience views of actual pink, and then leaned forward, another tight closeup of bliss following . . .

And then, a scene of female-Kai lying atop female-Uruha, shot only from the waist up, but their movements definitely indicated they were grinding against each other. The women moaned, and clutched at each other, and kissed madly, moving faster and harder, until finally, female-Kai arched backward, letting out a seagull cry, and female-Uruha pushed up toward her with a long, long groan.

The two men looked at each other, as the screen revealed the two women snuggled in post-coital bliss. They were sweaty and mussy and flushed. If not for the fact that they were still wearing clothes, and they both had full erections, they could have been the two having sex.

Kai grabbed the remote, and pushed stop, then rewind. He smiled at Uruha, and his lover smiled back.

Their clothes, save for the underwear, hit the floor before Kai pushed the stop button. He fast-forwarded until he reached the beginning of the scene, then pushed play.

And as the two women on the other side of the funhouse mirror kissed, the two men did the same, their tongues coming out to play with each other right away. Their eyes remained open, and fastened toward the screen, looking at their own doubles.

Male-Kai and female-Kai tumbled to the bed as one, and Uruha bent over him, mouth closing over a nipple, sucking and licking. Kai moaned in response, his low voice harmonizing with the higher one from the screen, the tongue moving over hard planes bringing the same pleasure as the one moving over soft curves.

Male briefs and female panties slid down over equally beautiful thighs at the same time, the couples on both sides of reality now bared to each other. Kai lay on his back again, feeling Uruha's lips moving over him, kissing down his chest and stomach, watching his mirror image experience the same thing.

Then, an implied tongue moving over a clitoris, matched by a very real tongue sliding over the head of a cock, and Kai moaned, feeling his pleasure, feeling hers, an experience that was of the body and out-of-body all at the same time.

When Uruha lifted his head, Kai gladly slid off the bed and on his knees, in worship of both the beautiful man in front of him and the dual beauties he couldn't see at the moment, taking Uruha in his mouth, sucking him, wanting to draw out the same moan he heard from the TV - and when it happened, he felt a thrill rush through his whole body, his heart pounding in his ears.

He stood up, and saw Uruha lying on the bed, ready for him. He lay on top, feeling hard on hard, moving against him. The familiar, delicious sensation of cock on cock was enhanced by looking at the television, at the two women writhing together, soft on soft.

Man on man, woman on woman, steel on steel, velvet on velvet. Kai moved faster, harder, grinding his hips against Uruha's, his lover moving up against him like his double on the screen was doing, lost at once in beautiful fantasy and delicious reality.

He was getting close, so close, the fire building and building in his belly as he looked down at his beautiful lover - eyes closed, luscious lips open, panting, moaning, a sheen of sweat covering him - and then at the two on the screen, moving faster, moaning louder, on the verge themselves . . .

Kai cried out the same time his female counterpart did, his come pouring onto his lover's belly, and while Uruha's orgasm didn't exactly match his double's, he wasn't far after her, arcing gracefully upward toward Kai, adding his essence to that already spilled.

They lay in each other's arms, panting, wonderfully spent, glancing over to the TV to see the other couple doing the same. Kai picked up the remote and hit "stop."

They weren't going to watch any more tonight. They didn't need to.

* * *

Later that night, Uruha woke up and glanced at the clock, blinking. 3:30 a.m. Kai was still sound asleep. He made his way to the bathroom, but on the way back, he didn't get straight into bed. He headed for the kitchen, pouring himself a drink of Orangina. And not when he had a hangover, for once. Ruki would approve.

His computer was still sitting on the desktop, open and turned on - he'd been feeding his guitar into it, recording and playing back several possible solos. He made his way over to it now - but he didn't pick up his guitar again. Instead, he fired up Chrome, and headed over to the Grindhouse Goddesses site where Kai had found his initial information on Mimi Fox.

He was curious to see whether his female doppelganger had been in any other movies.


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Jul. 16th, 2012 12:46 am (UTC)
*revives you*

I hope that means you liked it! ~_^ Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
Jul. 16th, 2012 12:46 am (UTC)
Oh. Oh wow.

That was…wow. It is somewhat of a departure from your usual style, but it still feels resolutely "you" at the same time. Fucking brilliant. I love how you went very psych oriented with this, no surprisingly, you know how much I love mixing mental with sexual, but it was subtle, and very beautifully done.

As hot and utterly delicious as the final sex scene was, I think that the clincher for me was when Uruha orgasms at the thought of his lover making love with his double. Possibly in part because of the visual I got from it…imagining Kai making love to a woman is a very, very hot thing in my mind, with his muscular body and brute strength and the fact that the contrast with a woman's body would just be beautiful…phew hot! Of course that's my personal opinion. But the other reason I like this tiny little paragraph so much is because it reveals so much about the depth of Uruha's feelings for Kai, that he gets turned on enough to actually orgasm at the thought of him making love to his double while taking himself out of the equation completely is so utterly romantic to me. Its like he can't get enough of him, that he loves him so much that to see him with his double without even participating would be enough to completely satisfy him. That just…wow! That really got to me. It might seem insignificant to some, but its very heavy with meaning to me.

That was just gorgeous from start to finish, once again, no surprise there with your skill. I'm always eager for more my dear, as usual ;) xoxo
Jul. 16th, 2012 01:06 am (UTC)
I am so glad that you got EXACTLY what I was going for with Uruha's fantasy scene. The main thrust of this story is it's about Kai's fascination with his mirror image, with his own feminine self and with what he might have been like as a female. The undercurrent, however, is that this isn't a detriment to his relationship with Uruha - in some ways, it becomes a shared fantasy for them, culminating with the dual sex scene between them and their onscreen female doubles (and we close with Uruha starting to take the same kind of interest in his own doppelganger).

I am toying with the idea of a followup, for one of the other squares, where Mimi has a lookalike daughter who shows up in Japan and ends up meeting the two of them, and taking the fantasy into reality results, by mutual agreement. (Most likely, double penetration). I'm not sure if the story really should be taken beyond this point, though.

Playing with the psychology of the characters was actually very insightful - it's definitely more of a character/psychology piece than pure erotica (I think this has less explicit sex than any NC-17 I've written yet!)

Thank you SO much for the comments - it especially means a lot to me that this particular piece went over well!
Jul. 16th, 2012 04:07 pm (UTC)
It was so beautifully done on so many levels…I was pretty speechless at the sheer romance of it, which I'll admit is a funny thing to say about erotica to a certain extent. But you know me well, and you know how I like to put love as the driving force behind any consensual kink, and this was a stellar example of strong, healthy love.

I would absolutely die reading a het scene involving Kai period. Imagining him with a double is insta-nosebleed. I will encourage you 100% in your endeavour if you decide to do so, you can bet your ass on that…

There is so much stuff to do with the psychological aspect, sometimes I'm just amazed that it pretty much always takes a backseat to the porn tbh. And I think that to be in someone's thoughts as the sex is happening can sometimes take the entire scene to another plane of sensuality entirely. I really appreciated your take on the whole thing greatly, it was stellar and a great read through and through. Amazing work as usual, and I'm pretty sure you aren't surprised I loved it so much, its right down my alley ;)
Jul. 16th, 2012 01:14 am (UTC)
I love it. I especially love that you've had so many different kinds of sex in a relatively short story. XD Impressive.
Jul. 16th, 2012 11:32 am (UTC)
Thanks! Since the theme of the story was dual male-female identities and the "funhouse mirror" between reality and fantasy, I wanted to get in all three kinds of sex - het, yaoi and yuri - as well as it happening on different levels of reality (real world, fantasy, film). I'm so glad that you liked the results!
Jul. 16th, 2012 07:52 am (UTC)
Wow....not much else to say on that one. good job! I love the different twist on crossdressing :D
Jul. 16th, 2012 11:36 am (UTC)
Thank you! It's definitely a different take on both crossdressing and mirrors I originally was going to do something a lot more conventional for the Mirrors/Doubles prompt, and then I remembered the bit in Movie Night with the actress who looked like a female Kai. That led to the whole concept of dual male/female selves, helped along by aleksiina_26's fabulous crossdressing fic.

Thanks again for reading and commenting!

Edited at 2012-07-16 11:37 am (UTC)
Jul. 20th, 2012 06:15 pm (UTC)
I loved it!! And...actually...I saw a photo of an actress (japanese actress) that looked exactly like Kai. And the kinky part is that she is a porn actress. Should I email it to you? I don't remember where I saw it - I just saved it because of Kai! XD Oh! it's a gif and not really a photo. ^^~
Jul. 20th, 2012 09:47 pm (UTC)
0_0 REALLY? Wow, that's amazing! Ha, when I wrote this (and the Movie Night series that preceded this), I had no idea such a creature existed! I'm going to PM you my E-mail, I need to see this! And thanks for commenting!
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Aug. 31st, 2012 12:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I wanted to do something different with this fic, I'm glad you liked the result! (And sorry for the oh-so-late comment!)
Aug. 31st, 2012 03:50 am (UTC)
OH GOD. I've never read anything like this before. This is just... I have no fucking words, really. It's just epic... amazing... and very, very hot!!! lskdfjsljdfksjfsldjfklsjfkl I'm not all into male characters having female counterparts but this fic is an exception. I didn't feel queasy reading all those woman on woman action at all and just...



I am speechless.

Just. This is probably one of the most interesting and hottest smut fics I've ever read.

And no, I'm not stalking your journal. *is lying*
Aug. 31st, 2012 12:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I wanted to do an original take on the "mirrors/doubles" prompt, rather than the obvious (sex in front of a mirror). I'd done the story before about Kai seeing his female double in a film during Ruki's cheesy movie party, and decided to use that as the jumping-off point. I'm so glad you liked the results!
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