[Alan only sees the smug look on Scratch's face because he's trying to look anywhere but at his - their - dick. He wants so badly to defend Alice's honour, because how dare Scratch talk about his wife, but anything he says will just egg the doppelganger on.]
Shouldn't you already know the answer to that? Some doppelganger you are.
[Keep him distracted, don't let him think about the fact he has his dick in his hand.]
[The only good thing to come from knowing Scratch is watching them is the fact Alice will definitely have some very choice words for the doppelganger when she finds out.
[Said very much like a game show host as he gets nice and close now. Any time Scratch is in sight, it's probably uncomfortably close. He knows that much, but he also knows it's probably all the more so when he's essentially menacing Alan with his own dick.]
It's also not an acceptable answer for how fucked you are.
[It's gonna get closer, sorry Alan. Until there's really nowhere to go between the darkness and Scratch. If he didn't want a close up before, well, it's worse now, Scratch prodding at Alan's cheek with his dick.]
I think we know which one of us is more talk than action right now, but I'll be fixing that shortly.
[It's incredibly hard to process a conversation when someone is rubbing his dick all over your face. Alan does hear the implied threat though, and his stomach rolls at the thought of something far worse than his dick being involved in what Scratch has planned.]
Will you stop --
[His lips snap shut right before Scratch's absent rubbings of his dick over Alan's entire face end up with said dick in Alan's mouth.]
[It's not like this is Alan's first time with a dick in his mouth - Something he'll never admit to Scratch, but Alice has a collection of toys and whatever Alice wants, Alice gets. It is, however, his first time with his own dick in his mouth and it might honestly be the strangest experience the Dark Place has forced upon him.
Alan tries to pull away from Scratch, held in place against the immovable darkness. All he really succeeds in doing is providing some stimulation for Scratch.]
Oh wow, starting to think I've found a hidden talent here.
[Some unwanted praise here from Scratch, the stimulation bringing a smile to his face. Or more accurately keeping it there, mocking Alan's attempts to get away.]
So done this before? Or just a natural? Don't worry, I know you can't answer. After all, it's rude to talk with your mouthful.
[Alan's glare is absolutely withering. Or, as much as it can be with his lips wrapped around a cock. Part of him wants to sink his teeth in and tear Scratch's dick clean off, and the more he talks, the closer that part of Alan gets to winning.
His teeth scrape Scratch's dick as a warning, though he knows the other man will likely take it as Alan upping his game.]
[A hiss not the Hiss thankfully things are bad enough for Alan right now from Scratch is the response Alan gets, but it's not a displeased one as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet.]
[You really shouldn't have, Alan's inner narrator adds. His threat did the opposite of what he hoped, but exactly what he assumed would happen. Not that either outcome really improves things for him.
As Scratch lazily fucks his face, Alan debates what he should do. If he draws this out, it'll be longer before Scratch does anything worse. On the other hand, that means he has Scratch's dick in his mouth for god knows how long.
He struggles against the darkness binding him one more time in the hopes it gives way. When it doesn't, Alan sighs internally and makes his choice. Preparing himself for whatever barbs Scratch comes up with, Alan starts to move his head, matching Scratch's rhythm.]
[Alan's felt a lot of things since his time in the Dark Place, yet this one might be at the top of the list for how absolutely awful it is. It's bad enough this is happening in the first place, but even simply pretending to be consenting to it is doing a number on the writer.
Fighting Scratch was bad enough. Playing right into his hands intentionally is beyond the pale.
All he needs to do is get Scratch off and out of the apartment. That's what Alan focuses on; not the heat and weight of Scratch's - his own - Scratch's dick in his mouth. Not the Darkness squirming and writhing against his body in new and horrifying ways. Only getting this done.]
[Oh Scratch agrees, on the list of bad things that have happened to Alan, this has gotta be top five? Top three? Conversely, it's pretty high on Scratch's list of best things that have happened to Scratch.
And he is very much focusing on the heat of Alan's mouth, the wetness of it...to the surprise of no one, the things Alan doesn't want to think about are the things Scratch very much likes thinking about.
Not to mention he very much likes Alan thinking about the things Alan doesn't want to think about.]
Almost there...
[A lazy grin on Scratch's face, he's close, his cock throbbing in Alan's mouth. Could he cum without warning? Sure. But he wants Alan thinking about it before it happens.]
It wasn't that he'd forgotten what happens next - simply that of all the things he was trying not to think about, that was at the top of the list. Now that he's been reminded, all he can do is shoot a glare at Scratch. The glare is hardly threatening, with Alan's face flushed and his lips wrapped around a dick, but he tries real hard.]
[Oh, that glare's cute. It's something he's glad to see on Alan's face, that impotent fury, the inability to do anything about his current situation other than just suffer through it.]
That’s it.
[As good as the physical sensation is, Alan’s anger’s just as good, his inability do anything, it’s really just adds to the situation for Scratch as his cock throbs in Alan’s mouth, that first spurt hitting the inside of his mouth, crossing off that thing at the top of Alan’s list of things to not think about.]
[Alan's first thought is surprise that Scratch doesn't come pure darkness. His second is that it tastes absolutely foul. The more it fills Alan's mouth, the harder he gags as he struggles not to swallow it. All he really succeeds in doing is choking even more, forcing it down as some of Scratch's spend leaks out of his mouth.
Barely able to breathe, Alan bites down on Scratch's cock hard.]
[Oh, the feeling of Alan's teeth on his dick, that's uh...
Well how he's feeling about that'll become clear in a moment. First there's a wince, a long exhale, but he doesn't pull back. More the reaction to stubbing his toe or bumping his shin into something rather than having Alan bite down like that. No blood drawn though, so Alan doesn't have that taste added to his mouth.]
Wow, that smarts. Didn't realize you were ready for things to get a little rougher...but hey, I like the enthusiasm.
[The darkness around Alan billows and roils once more, almost as if laughing with Scratch, or at Alan's plight. Or por que no los dos.
And then darkness starts to ooze from Scratch's cock into Alan's mouth, it was bound to happen at some point, but like Scratch said, Alan's hastened things along a little.]
[He can tell the second his teeth meet surprisingly little resistance biting down that this was a mistake. Perhaps one of the worst mistakes he's ever made. The writer only has his instincts to blame; lashing out when fighting for air. If he'd been able to think, he would've known Scratch would take it as encouragement.
Alan's struggle is renewed as the darkness surges around him; the new bitter taste in his mouth making him fight harder as he tries not to swallow. His throat convulses and constricts around Scratch's cock, Alan's eyes starting to roll back as he fails to make any headway.]
[Scratch's comments go almost entirely unheard, Alan's consciousness fading in and out until finally, his throat gives in and lets the bitter mixture of darkness and cum be swallowed.
It's an odd sensation.
The darkness feels like tar as it settles in his stomach, yet it flows down his throat like water. Already he can feel it whispering to him, trying to override his thoughts. Alan's eyelids flutter one last time as he passes out, sinking into the darkness surrounding him.]
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Shouldn't you already know the answer to that? Some doppelganger you are.
[Keep him distracted, don't let him think about the fact he has his dick in his hand.]
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[He won't say how much, Alan and Alice can worry about that either more or realistically about the same amount probably.]
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[The only good thing to come from knowing Scratch is watching them is the fact Alice will definitely have some very choice words for the doppelganger when she finds out.
Alan is looking forward to that.]
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[Said very much like a game show host as he gets nice and close now. Any time Scratch is in sight, it's probably uncomfortably close. He knows that much, but he also knows it's probably all the more so when he's essentially menacing Alan with his own dick.]
It's also not an acceptable answer for how fucked you are.
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Beginning to think you're all talk.
[Just can't help yourself, can you, Alan?]
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[It's gonna get closer, sorry Alan. Until there's really nowhere to go between the darkness and Scratch. If he didn't want a close up before, well, it's worse now, Scratch prodding at Alan's cheek with his dick.]
I think we know which one of us is more talk than action right now, but I'll be fixing that shortly.
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None of it prepared him for being prodded in the face with his own dick. Nothing ever really could, he thinks.]
I'd threaten to bite it off, but I think you'd enjoy that.
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That seems like a bit much. And besides! You don't want to do that.
[Some more poking here, he's just rubbing himself all over Alan for the hell of it.]
Sure, you might feel like it's a victory at first, but after...
[He'll leave that vague. Maybe nothing'll happen, maybe something worse with the darkness, who knows?]
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Will you stop --
[His lips snap shut right before Scratch's absent rubbings of his dick over Alan's entire face end up with said dick in Alan's mouth.]
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[A smirk there, exhaling a little, enjoying the feel of Alan's mouth on his...or well, Alan's dick.]
If you wanted to suck me off, all you had to do was ask.
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Alan tries to pull away from Scratch, held in place against the immovable darkness. All he really succeeds in doing is providing some stimulation for Scratch.]
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[Some unwanted praise here from Scratch, the stimulation bringing a smile to his face. Or more accurately keeping it there, mocking Alan's attempts to get away.]
So done this before? Or just a natural? Don't worry, I know you can't answer. After all, it's rude to talk with your mouthful.
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His teeth scrape Scratch's dick as a warning, though he knows the other man will likely take it as Alan upping his game.]
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not the Hiss thankfully things are bad enough for Alan right nowfrom Scratch is the response Alan gets, but it's not a displeased one as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet.]Oh, that's nice. I should've done this sooner.
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As Scratch lazily fucks his face, Alan debates what he should do. If he draws this out, it'll be longer before Scratch does anything worse. On the other hand, that means he has Scratch's dick in his mouth for god knows how long.
He struggles against the darkness binding him one more time in the hopes it gives way. When it doesn't, Alan sighs internally and makes his choice. Preparing himself for whatever barbs Scratch comes up with, Alan starts to move his head, matching Scratch's rhythm.]
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[Scratch's next taunt is interrupted by a groan. He's really enjoying this. He wasn’t...well, he’ll say that part out loud in a moment.]
Wasn’t expecting you to get into it so soon. But hey, like I said, I’m glad you did.
[Does he think Alan's really into it? No. But he's enjoying the feigned cooperation here, knowing it's probably making it all the worse for him..]
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Fighting Scratch was bad enough. Playing right into his hands intentionally is beyond the pale.
All he needs to do is get Scratch off and out of the apartment. That's what Alan focuses on; not the heat and weight of Scratch's - his own - Scratch's dick in his mouth. Not the Darkness squirming and writhing against his body in new and horrifying ways. Only getting this done.]
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And he is very much focusing on the heat of Alan's mouth, the wetness of it...to the surprise of no one, the things Alan doesn't want to think about are the things Scratch very much likes thinking about.
Not to mention he very much likes Alan thinking about the things Alan doesn't want to think about.]
Almost there...
[A lazy grin on Scratch's face, he's close, his cock throbbing in Alan's mouth. Could he cum without warning? Sure. But he wants Alan thinking about it before it happens.]
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It wasn't that he'd forgotten what happens next - simply that of all the things he was trying not to think about, that was at the top of the list. Now that he's been reminded, all he can do is shoot a glare at Scratch. The glare is hardly threatening, with Alan's face flushed and his lips wrapped around a dick, but he tries real hard.]
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That’s it.
[As good as the physical sensation is, Alan’s anger’s just as good, his inability do anything, it’s really just adds to the situation for Scratch as his cock throbs in Alan’s mouth, that first spurt hitting the inside of his mouth, crossing off that thing at the top of Alan’s list of things to not think about.]
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Barely able to breathe, Alan bites down on Scratch's cock hard.]
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Well how he's feeling about that'll become clear in a moment. First there's a wince, a long exhale, but he doesn't pull back. More the reaction to stubbing his toe or bumping his shin into something rather than having Alan bite down like that. No blood drawn though, so Alan doesn't have that taste added to his mouth.]
Wow, that smarts. Didn't realize you were ready for things to get a little rougher...but hey, I like the enthusiasm.
[The darkness around Alan billows and roils once more, almost as if laughing with Scratch, or at Alan's plight. Or por que no los dos.
And then darkness starts to ooze from Scratch's cock into Alan's mouth, it was bound to happen at some point, but like Scratch said, Alan's hastened things along a little.]
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Alan's struggle is renewed as the darkness surges around him; the new bitter taste in his mouth making him fight harder as he tries not to swallow. His throat convulses and constricts around Scratch's cock, Alan's eyes starting to roll back as he fails to make any headway.]
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[Of course he's clearly enjoying Alan's futile struggling here, that's his favorite kind.]
That's it, keep trying...
[He says it like he feel the struggle against the darkness, in addition to the sensation of his dick in Alan's mouth. And who knows, maybe he can.]
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It's an odd sensation.
The darkness feels like tar as it settles in his stomach, yet it flows down his throat like water. Already he can feel it whispering to him, trying to override his thoughts. Alan's eyelids flutter one last time as he passes out, sinking into the darkness surrounding him.]