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No point of history has been more painful for humanity than its slow fade and its structure turning into a crumbling husk. With them all brightness of the world perishing as well. Erenow mighty populous citties converted into mass concrete graveyards. Everlasting smell of wetness and decay covered both land and above yet had no one to bother. From billions only one survived, he prefered staying at his own place. Never really a seeker of the outside, this trait came in handy since the rapture.

If you asked Ash how he feels he would probably smile at you and told you to not worry about it. He violently squeezed all the turmoil under the surface from which it occasionally peeked out. What else could he do? One easily gets lost in such empty existence without a shoulder to cry on. He achieved so mostly thanks to his admirable cartridge collection. Playing games consumed a huge chunk of his everyday life. Doing what he always loved now poured layers of distraction at his surroundings. After all he had only two possibilities of what he could see, death in its rawest form or his favourite characters going over and over on their iconic adventures.

His body changed even more drastically. What used to be an usual young man developed into dark fleshy sludge with blind eye and a toothy forever grin. He did his best to get his new appearance out of his head but there in no real escape. Sadly for the blob this wasn't where the changed stopped. Some time after he got relatively used to his new image a little squishy bulge on the back of his head surprised him. At first when he noticed it, it didn't exceed size of a single grape and he prefered to not think too much of it. Just a little tumor, not the first and probably not the last either. That attitue shortly vanished with rapid growth of mentioned tomor. Worstly this one hurt and crooked all the time like calves after days lasting marathon. Just like anything else games held the only solution. They took his attention from anything harming him including the horrid pain.
It was an usual gaming sessions like hundreds other before when something interrupted the player.

„Hey…“

He heard a voice. His own voice to make it weirder! It sounded so curious yet shy. No surprise awe hit him like a brick. For a long time nothing made him hit the pause button so quicky. He looked to all spots his eyesight could even reach only to not see anybody around him. Still he wanted to give this a chance.

„Who are you?“ The gamer shouted cautiously in the empty space.

„I guess I'm you?“ The voice answered in obvious uncertainty.

„Well that's weird...“

„Yeah...“

Few awkward seconds passed, then Ash couldn't resist pointing to his interest. „Anyway, do you like videogames?“

„I don't know what they are.“

„Really? Right now I'm playing The End is Nigh, my favourite platform. I can tell you more about it if you want!“ Something clicked in his voice. These sentanses shined with bubly excitement, a feeling he almost forgot.

The phantom voice responded with a single enthusiastic „sure!“

So began hours of presentation about games and stories behind them. Ash cheerfully performed the play, pointed out many small details only the most dedicated fans would noticed and shared answers to all questions of his invisible listener who reacted to it with same level of enthusiasm. They talked until both of their talking boxes didn't sore a little and Ash's eyelids kept touching. After so long he finally had someone to say goodnight to.

The next day he woke up feeling heavier and his pain multiplied. None of that troubled him once he found out the companion from yesterday is still present. This day he pulled out a cardboard box filled with his precious treasures, mostly cartridges and cassettes. Each of course came with telling about every single detail about it that rushed in his thoughts. The voice thrilingly reciprocated when it found out how much there waits in front of them to explore together.

Out of nowhere his mate pointed out the plenty of pictures which decorated the room.

„Oh yeah I drew them.“ Ash replied with mild hesitation as he hoped his new friend won't dig any further.

Exactly that happened. To satisfy him he focused on the games related ones. Isaac, some classics, even that one damn cat game that never got released but lived rent free in minds of hundreds. More and more questions came about all of them especially the ones Ash avoided. Not so long afterwards few tears escaped his only functioning eye.

The voice noticed instantly. „Dude what's wrong? Did I say something?“ It hitched a little nervously.

„I don't want to make a fuss about it...“

„It's okay. I'm sorry if I hurt you.“

„No it's just…. The whole fucking world died and sometimes I wonder… why me? Why I had to see all this fucked up shit? Before you showed up I was all by myself… And somethimes I ask myself if things will always be like this and it makes my head fucking hurt.“

He shivered anxiously. To which the voice replied. „Aw man that's actually fucked up. Sorry to hear that I don't know what else to say.“

The blot responded with surprised expression. „Aren't you mad at me?“

„No… Why would I?“

And so a slab of stone fell of this sensitive heart. Not only something accompanies him but finally actually understands him as well even if it might not be real. He gathered the courage to talk about the rest of his pictures and then they moved back to more playing with commentary to very late night.

Next several days elapsed in similiar fashion. Plying, sharing fun facts and beloved memories, drawing together. They even tried to spit out some teeth for fun but that turned to be more unpleasant that Ash thought.

How heartbreaking for him to wake up to find out his cherished voice won't respond to him anymore. Only pain which significantly multiplied in last couple of days will be with him. His whole torso felt bloated. Tumor which grew significantly almost doubled his body wieght. A singly lump kept crushing him to the ground. Well… It looks like there's only one possibility to deal with it and of course it's killing time using games.

He asked himself all over and over again how dumb he has to be to talk to inside of his head. So naive to trust it with his deepest secret. Investing his core emotions into what obviously can't be real.

Without a warning what felt like stabbing drove through his entire torso. He gasped, imidietly dropped his controller. Combining both weight on the back and the intense muscle spasms breathing became truelly challenging. The torutred splat on the floor, pain forced him to scream. Flesh in his back moved, wiggled. Then pure shock stamped out the last breath out of his lungs, he noticed a black puddle under him. Dark liquid flew out a huge wound on at the back of his ribcage. He thought about death sometimes during his experiemnce, prefered not to. He was aware the day will come once but the belief his passing stands right in front of him was a whole different experience. Especially this morbid. He shut his eye, hoped this will be over soon.

Meat on his rear initiated tearing apart. Just a moment ago the spine had to bear a double load now its almost naked. Ash cried through his forcedly closed eye.

Something happened. The pain still edndured but many times weaker. The pressure is gone completely. He curiously peeked around. He would never come up with idea of what awaited for him. A copy of himself except this variety had both eyes imtact.

„Holy shit, you're alive!“ The twin yelled after seeing him move.

Ash's head spun around. Even through the brain fog he regonized that tone. „Are you the voice in my head who played games with me?“

„Yeah… That was me.“

„I thought you weren't real.“

„I was that tumor growing on your neck. Today my face started growing inside you. I couldn't talk or move anymore it was freaky…. Sorry I almost ripped you appart...“

Ash didn't clutch any strenght to be angry. Even if he had some, something within him wouldn't let him protest.

„It's okay I guess. I didn't die yet.“ He attempted to nervously snicker but it came out more as a weak hiss.

„I can't leave you like this. It will be okay I swear!“ He had no idea if what came out of his mouth is true. He exclusively focused on who he had to cause unimaginable suffering. He approached his parner, placed a hand on the victim's shoulder.

„It will be okay...“ He whispered gently with flavour of worry.

Their eyes locked. Fascinating how such act can invoke intimate atmosphere.

It took over a month for the injury to acceptable close. For the first time in since the dawn of the world Ash actually cared. The presence of his new pal awakened urge in him to stay alive. After years of agony angel was sent to him through a door of misery. His special guardian worked hard on relieving his trauma. Neither of knew really knew what to do yet like a miracle in not even a month only leftover aches remained.

An evening like many others, spent in front of screen. This time the pacient seemed rather fussy, kind of gloomy too.

The duplicated catched on it imidietly. „What's wrong? Does it hurt?“

„No, I just wanted to tell you something.“

„Huh that's fine, go ahead!“

„You know… I really like you. Like if I could kiss you I would.“

When he heard this his eyes widened to two full moons. „Honestly same but I thought it would be weird since we're basically the same person.“

Just like two doves enjoying each other's presense, the confessed leaned on his clone.

„So do you want to do it?“ Nudged his healer. His grin turned into a naughty smile.

Ash didn't seem offended, just surprised. „Whoa you really aren't wasting time!“

„Everyone's dead and we probably don't have that much time either. Since now we know we feel like this why not fuck like rabbits?“

And so that's how the story of the last duo of lovers on the planet's surface took place. Not graceful, not pretty like a fairytale, howerer their caressing fondness warmed them day and night in this otherwise grim state of reality
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The crumped original visibly agreed. His replica carefully positioned his arms around his partner's scarred waist to pull him even closer to himself. They lost themselves in many gentle kisses alighting all over their lips, cheeks and necks. It took them a while to gather some courage to touch the opposite side's privates. At first they broke eye contact out of solid embrarassment. As soon the fear of new dissolved there was no holding back. They rubbed each other's cock before making their ends kiss. Their wands dissapeared in a haddle of their nubby front limbs. Ash couldn't resist of daydreaming about all sorts of freaky acts they can try out together when he fully gets back in shape. The clone got a bit carried away with softly diving his teeth into his suitor's shoulder when few of deep breaths and moans came out of the bitten. He cut short the moment he heard so.

„Did you just came?“

Ash got severely flustered. „Sorry...“

„No it's fine! I had a great time!“ Half true but mostly he didn't want to upset his dear.
„You know what? Lay on you back.“ Something sparked in him.

He did so without questioning excited for whatever Ash would like do to his exposed hull. His penis like a manly obelisk pulsing imidietly caught his facer's attention. He laid down, imidietly let the rod leap in his mouth. No foreplay, he went wham on that thing like a starving lion on his prey. He kept letting the tip slap his tonsils albeit it provoked him to tear up a bit. Determined to carry on until the other party finishes. Although said act created more discomfort than he expected he relished every possible second of it. The fullfilling sensation, the salty sweaty taste leaking on his tongue, hearing his partner comit to the deed and sensing every twitch in his pride. This is what dreams are made of.

As he heard shouting in delighted tone fountain of ejaculate sprayed his hard palate. In one gulp it flushed away. Ash pat the pleased's stomach while looking down on him as if he wanted to say „good job“. Then he laid on his stomach to be embraced. Two lovey doves bean bags stacked one on another.

„That was better than I imagined!“ Claimed the copy between deep breaths.

They stared into each other's face. Smiling, fuzzy joy in their eyes with some blush as well. The last thing they saw before dozing off. Even in sleep their hands didn't separate.