It was a few weeks before Hallowe'en that Matt began to get suspicious.

Jeff was acting weird. Well, weirder than usual. They were only little things; Matt kept catching Jeff giving him sly sideways looks and flushing beet red when he saw Matt watching him, and sometimes Jeff would zone out completely. That part wasn't too out of character, but when he came back to himself he didn't immediately unveil some grandiose plan to turn his front yard into a cross between a swamp, a safari park and an explosion in a paint factory. Mostly he just looked unsettled by whatever he'd been lost in.

His odd behaviour grew daily. His non-stop mumbling tapered off, replaced with an expression that suggested he was constantly on the edge of blurting out something that really worried him, and holding back only because he couldn't quite understand it himself. Before long he barely spoke to Matt at all, and looked permanently bewildered.

Two days before Hallowe'en, Matt was awakened by his cell phone during the night. He reached for it groggily, annoyed with himself for forgetting to put it on silent and ready to terminate the call until his hazy brain registered Jeff's name in the display window. He reluctantly answered it.

“Jeff, it's five in the fuckin' morning. This better be good.”

There was silence from the other end of the line, and even half asleep Matt could almost feel Jeff's uneasiness.

“Jeff?”

“If there was... something wrong, you would tell me, wouldn't you?”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know, if you were sick or something. You'd tell me? You wouldn't hide it from me?”

“Of course I'd tell you. What the fuck are you going on about Jeffrey? What brought this on?”

“Nothing, I just...” Matt could hear Jeff shifting around. “You promise there's nothing wrong?”

“There's nothing wrong Jeff, I'm fine. Lacking in sleep, but nothing else to report. What's up with you, man?”

“Nothing, nothing. I'm just being stupid. Night Matt. Take care.”

Jeff rang off before Matt could reply. Matt fell back against the thin hotel pillow, utterly confused and definitely not going back to sleep anytime soon. When he got home, he decided, he and Jeff would have to have a talk. There was definitely something weird going on in Jeff's head.

As Matt reached Jeff's front door he had an odd feeling of foreboding, as though something momentous and irrevocable was about to happen. He shook his head at himself. He was going for a chat with his - admittedly pretty strange – brother, nothing that didn't happen every week.

He opened Jeff's door, recalling as he stepped over the threshold a conversation he and Jeff had some weeks previously. Matt had been once again playfully ridiculing what he referred to tongue-in-cheek as Jeff's 'greedy gender unspecific deviancy'; in other words, his bisexuality.

“Maybe you shouldn't just let yourself into my house anymore Matt,” Jeff had joked. “You never know what kind of perversions you're going to stumble on here.”

Now that he thought about it, Matt wasn't a hundred percent sure Jeff really had been joking.

He closed the door behind himself and wandered through the house looking for Jeff. A book left lying on the couch caught his attention: The Picture of Dorian Gray. Not Jeff's usual fodder, for sure. He flicked the book open and started pawing through it. The more he read the more he was surprised to find it in Jeff's house.

He heard Jeff come into the room behind him and as he turned one more page of the book he began to contemplate exactly what quips he could make about this at Jeff's expense. Before he could air any of his sarcasm though he was surprised to feel one of Jeff's arms snake about his waist.

“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to come inside, lover.” Jeff's hand trailed low to rub over Matt's crotch, and in his shock Matt shoved Jeff with all his might as he whirled around, sending him sprawling to the floor.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” he bellowed, translating his discomfort into anger.

Jeff hauled himself to his feet, looking pretty annoyed himself. “Jesus, what's your fucking problem today? It's not like you're not used to...” he trailed off, and his face clouded with realisation and dread. “Fuck, it's you.”

“What? Well, who the fuck did you think it was?! Seriously Jeff, there ain't too many people who look like me and your girl ain't one of 'em.” What the hell Jeff was acting so confused about, Matt really didn't know, and right now he was pissed enough that he didn't especially care. “What are you thinking?! I don't -”

Matt cut himself off on hearing Jeff's front door open again. Whoever it was, they definitely didn't need to be privy to this particular argument. “This conversation is not fuckin' over,” he hissed through his teeth, although his fury was beginning to die down and he was starting to notice Jeff was reeling too. But any thoughts about Jeff's or his own state of mind were forgotten when he laid eyes on Jeff's visitor.

The man who strode nonchalantly across the room to Jeff's side, heedless of the tension in the air, looked exactly like him. Or at least he did at first glance; as Matt studied him (something the man quite coolly ignored), he saw subtle differences. His hair had a bit less frizz, and hadn't started to recede. His eyes were a little brighter, his nose a little straighter, his lips a little more evenly matched. He moved a little more gracefully. He seemed to exude sensuality from every pore, and he knew it. He was more the way Matt saw himself in his daydreams about sweeping the entire staff of Hooters off their feet and out of their panties than the way he really was.

Matt immediately hated him.

The interloper leant forward to catch Jeff's half-open lips in a kiss that, although brief, seemed obscenely erotic to Matt. When he released Jeff's mouth he turned and smiled at Matt, and for a moment Matt felt as though his entire body was itching just beneath the skin. Something in Jeff's lover's eyes roused enough fear in him that if his feet hadn't felt rooted to the spot, he'd have bolted from his brother's house and probably not stopped running until he'd put a few miles between himself and that perfect face.

That moment quickly passed, and by the time Jeff cleared his throat Matt was firmly back to hating this motherfucker who had the brass nerve to look like him.

“Matt,” Jeff began, making a visible effort to compose himself, “this is Tris.”

Tris smiled again; Matt supposed he was trying to look friendly, but to him he just looked like a damn snake. When Tris extended a hand politely, Matt looked down at it and then pointedly ignored him, addressing himself only to Jeff.

“I think you and I need to have a private conversation. Private as in, it ain't for your whore's ears.” To his annoyance, Tris didn't seem to care; just kept on smiling sweetly. It was beginning to get kind of creepy.

On the other hand, Jeff's flare of temper was quite visible. Watching Jeff's eyes flash, Matt realised why Tris' smile made his skin crawl – the expression never reached his eyes. Beautiful, sparkling mahogany orbs they might be, but they were still eerily lacking in emotion. They may as well be dead.

“Honey, would you mind going through to the bedroom for a little while? I think I need to kick my brother's ass.”

Tris shrugged. “Sure. But don't get into a row on my account.” His voice was just like his eyes, Matt decided. Perfect but utterly empty. He opted to distract himself from his uneasiness by spitting venom at Jeff.

“What the fuck is that?” he demanded as Tris strode from the room.

“What do you mean, 'what the fuck is that'?” Jeff snarled back. “Where the hell do you get off, coming into my house and insulting my guest? Who do you think you are?”

Matt happily pretended Jeff hadn't spoken at all. “Jesus Jeff, I know you've always had this hero worship thing going on, but don't you think this is going a bit far?”

“What exactly are you getting at?”

“Fuck, he looks exactly like me! Don't you think that's a bit fucked up?”

Jeff folded his arms, trying to keep his temper. “So he looks like you. He ain't you. I'm supposed to walk away from someone I really like just because he happens to look like you and it might offend your delicate sensibilities?”

“And what the fuck kind of a name is 'Tris' anyway?” Matt ranted.

“It's short for Tristan.”

“Tristan? Seriously?” The anger on Matt's face morphed into a malicious sneer. “He's Tristan.”

“Yes,” Jeff said flatly, a warning to leave the subject alone very clear on his face. Matt was in no mood to pay it any heed though, and he smirked gleefully.

“Does this make you Isolde?”

Jeff hit breaking point. “Fuck you!” he exploded. “You got no business bitching about who I choose to sleep with. You're just tryin' to bring everyone else down because you're too much of a cunt for anyone decent to want to date you without fuckin' all your friends.”

Even as the words left his mouth, Jeff regretted them. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and he was surprised to find that it had come from himself, not Matt. Matt's expression seemed to have frozen, and an oppressive silence hung in the air as Jeff waited for a furious reaction that never came.

“Shit, Matt, I never meant to say -”

Matt cut him short. “It's okay, you have a point. It's none of my business.”

Jeff hated it when Matt caved like this instead of striking back; it was always a sure sign that Jeff had hurt him badly when Matt didn't want to inflict the same thing on him in return. “No, honestly, I was just angry and -”

“Jeff, I know you were angry. I would've been too. I hope that ain't why I was criticising him but you're right, I don't know a thing about him so I'm in no place to judge. It's nothing to do with me who you see anyway.”

“I'm really sorry...”

“Forget it, I'm not mad about it. I'm sorry I was being such a prick. I'm gonna go on home, let you spend some time with Tris. Tell him I'm sorry I was so rude to him.”

“Matt...” Jeff started weakly, unable to think of any way to make up for his outburst.

Matt smiled at him, and Jeff found himself looking at the same empty smile he saw every time he looked at Tris. “Be happy, little brother.”

Jeff couldn't come up with anything appropriate to say, so he said nothing as Matt left. He made his way to his bedroom and the lover he was so addicted to in spite of his convictions about him.

Tris was sitting on his bed, flipping through his sketch pad. “He's a handsome guy, your brother.”

Jeff felt he didn't have the energy to keep pretending Tris was normal. “You ain't quite real, are you?”

“I don't follow you.”

“Tris, I'm feeling too damn tired to bullshit about this, so just be honest with me. You ain't quite real.”

Tris put his head on one side as he scrutinised Jeff; he seemed to be weighing up the consequences of his possible replies before he finally responded. “No.”

Torn between his dismay at the answer and his relief that it was in the open, Jeff sat next to Tris on the bed. “I've known for weeks. I was afraid to ask you, didn't wanna hear the answer. You're a doppelganger. That's why you're so hollow.”

Tris merely shrugged, smiling that vacant smile.

“I've been doing some research. The legends vary on the specifics, but they agree that if someone close to you sees your doppelganger, you're gonna get real sick.”

There was no response from Tris, so Jeff continued.

“They also agree that if you see your own doppelganger, you're gonna die soon.”

Tris still didn't react. Jeff hated the way he looked at him, as though he were seeing right through Jeff's face.

“Is that right?” he persisted. “Is Matt gonna die now he's seen you?”

“You already know the answer to that, Jeff.”

“And you're gonna replace him.”

Another shrug, another meaningless smile.

“I don't want him to die. I love him.” Even to himself, Jeff sounded hopeless and childish.

“I don't make the rules. Things just are the way they are.”

“How am I supposed to let him go?”

Jeff almost fancied there was a tinge of sadness behind the curve of his lover's lips now. “I don't have an answer for that.”

Matt sat in near darkness in his living room, answering text messages by the light of the LCD display and a couple of flickering candles, his bare feet pulled up on the seat of the couch. He wasn't exactly feeling his best, and he always found hiding in candlelight soothed him a little. Sometimes it was nice to feel almost invisible. His eyebrow rose when he heard his door open and close, but he wasn't genuinely surprised by it. He'd known Jeff would be over eventually.

“Matt?”

“I thought you had plans for today?” Matt put his cell phone down as Jeff walked into the room. “You don't need to follow me around, you know, I'm honestly not mad at you.”

“I know, but... fuck, Matt, there's some weird shit going on.”

“Huh? Weird how?” Matt patted the couch next to him in invitation, slouching back against the cushions, and as Jeff took him up on it he noticed Tris hovering in the doorway.

“Matt, you've heard of doppelgangers, right?”

“What?” Matt jerked upright, startled. “Wait a minute, that's what you think Tris here is?”

“I know that's what he is. He's just a shell, he ain't a real person yet. But he will be... when you die.”

Matt shook his head. “Jeff, that's crazy, even for you. Doppelgangers are just a myth, they're not...” He trailed off, looking at the dead eyes that stared back at him from his own face. He shook his head again, but he didn't sound entirely convinced. “There's no such things as doppelgangers. They're no more real than poltergeists.”

“I believe in poltergeists too, Matt.”

“Yeah, well, that's because you're nuts and you've taken a lot of drugs.”

Jeff slapped Matt's arm in exasperation. “Matt, would you be serious? I'm fuckin' worried about you, man.”

“Is this what all your batshit behaviour's been about lately?”

Jeff glared. “It ain't batshit behaviour! I'm afraid, Matt.” He looked down at his hands uncomfortably. “I don't wanna lose you.”

“Did you put this idea in his head?” Matt asked, glancing up at Tris.

“He didn't need any help from me.” Tris smiled again, and with every cold expression that crossed his features Jeff's explanation seemed to make more and more sense.

“Well, there don't seem to be too much danger of you losing me even if I do die. Not now that you got a replica of me warming your bed for you. I know I hit the roof earlier, but you have to admit, that's pretty fucked up.”

“It is not! I...” Despite his instinct to disagree, Jeff knew Matt was right about that one. “Look, it's not like I actually am related to him. Or not yet anyway.” Jeff's forehead drew down in confusion. “Is he gonna be my actual brother when he's you? 'Cause I really don't know.”

Matt had to fight the urge to laugh at the absurdity of the conversation. Today had been pretty fucking demented. “You honestly believe I'm going to die, and yet you're sitting here debating whether what you're doing with Tris will eventually be incest, even though it isn't now? Jeez, I'm glad I'm so high on your list of priorities!”

“It ain't like that and you know it!” Jeff stuck his bottom lip out like a pouting kid, but softened when Matt patted his knee apologetically.

“I know, I know, I'm just teasing. What, uh...” Matt looked up at Tris, still silently leaning on the doorframe with that terrifyingly blank smile. “What started it all? I mean, as weird as it is, what made you get involved with him?”

As Jeff groped for an answer, Tris pushed himself from the doorway and approached him, never taking his eyes from Matt.

“Didn't you notice?” Tris asked with a leer. “I'm irresistible.” And with that he snaked a hand around the back of Jeff's neck, pulling him forward into a kiss.

Matt watched uncomfortably as Jeff started to protest, but when Tris' lips touched his he melted into them immediately. It was bizarre to watch his brother kissing a simulacrum of himself mere inches from his face. It honestly felt kind of like Jeff was kissing him, and in spite of his extreme awkwardness there was definitely something oddly erotic about it.

When he heard something akin to a low growl from Jeff he found a whole other reason to be uncomfortable – the seam of his jeans was pressing painfully against the erection he'd produced in record time. It was definitely time to get Jeff and Tris to put each other down before he found himself with a million questions to ask himself that he was afraid of the answers to.

“Uh, guys? Hello?” Matt put a hand on each of their shoulders and pushed them apart, despite Jeff's lips trying not to let Tris get away. “I'm right here, in case you forgot. Pack it in.”

Matt felt a shiver down his spine when Jeff turned to look at him. Half his face was in shadow in the dim candlelight, but from the side of it Matt could make out he could see that Jeff was panting slightly, cheeks flushed, his lips glistening with his own and Tris' saliva. For a moment, Jeff's gaze said he wanted to fuck Matt through a wall; and then Jeff remembered who he was looking at, glancing down sheepishly.

Utterly confused – and quite ashamed, although he wasn't sure what of – Matt jumped when Tris' fingers trailed over his cheek far more sensuously than should have been possible with such a small gesture.

“Hey Matt...” Tris shifted so close that Matt could feel his breath. “Here's an opportunity you'd never get again if you lived for a million years.” His empty eyes favoured Matt with exactly the same look Jeff had given him. “Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to kiss yourself?”

Matt had half a dozen answers to that, ranging from 'of course not, you pervert,' through 'are you insane?' to 'duh, obviously.' Not one of them made it past his lips before Tris' mouth covered his.

He wanted to push Tris away, tell him surely one Hardy should be enough for him. But before he could do it he was caught up in thinking how soft Tris' full bottom lip was, and then he wondered if that was what his own felt like to other people when he kissed them. He recognised the moan that slipped from Tris as the same one he would often let loose at moments like that.

Shit, he thought, I'm so hot! Or Tris is... Some fucker here is unbefuckinglievably hot. And then he stopped thinking altogether as Tris' tongue eased into his mouth.

From somewhere far away he heard Jeff's voice whisper, “Holy fuck...” Matt was aware enough of himself to be able to smile into Tris' lips at Jeff's reaction. To his surprise he found Jeff's mouth bearing down on both himself and Tris, and suddenly the world was full of nothing but tongues writhing against lips and hands yanking on hair. He wasn't much able to tell which body parts were whose, and he didn't particularly care.

As Matt strove aggressively for dominance, he became gradually aware that somebody had backed off. Opening his eyes, he found that Tris had leant back and was watching them eagerly, while he and Jeff ravaged each other's mouths with the hunger Tris had planted in them. It took all his willpower to push Jeff back.

“Jeff, how can -”

“Just shut up,” Jeff interrupted him. “I'm fuckin' sick of you thinking about shit and rationalising everything. If you're gonna die this is how I wanna remember you; I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna think, so just stop fucking talking and fuck me.”

Matt didn't have chance to argue. Jeff immediately pounced on him again and Tris got back into the fray as well, pushing Matt's shirt up to lick and suckle at his stomach. Matt felt like Jonathan Harker at the mercy of Dracula's brides.

It was crazy, it was so new and exhilarating and yet it also felt as though they were already intensely familiar with what the others liked. Matt found he knew instinctively exactly how Jeff liked to be kissed, and Jeff seemed to know what pushed his buttons too, biting at Matt's lower lip just the way he liked it.

With one hand wrapped tightly in Tris' hair, Matt allowed the other to slide down to Jeff's ass, a bit unsure what reaction he'd get. What he got was that same little growl that had started his arousal in the first place, and he felt his lips twist into a bestial snarl as he shoved Jeff onto his back on the couch.

Jeff started to pick himself up, no doubt thinking it was time for another argument, until Matt's hand on his shoulder pushed him back down again. “Fuckin' stay there and take your pants off,” Matt demanded, his hand in Tris' hair yanking him onto his knees next to the couch – something Tris didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

Jeff was eager to comply, fumbling frantically with his belt while he dragged his shoes against the couch to pull his feet from them. Matt relinquished his grip on Tris' hair and Jeff found his fingers becoming more and more uncooperative as he watched Matt and Tris pull their shirts up and over their heads, in perfect synchronisation. He persevered, and finally managed to divest himself of his belt and undo his pants, shucking his legs out of them and kicking them aside carelessly.

He grabbed the waistband of his boxers and started pulling them down, but got virtually nowhere because Matt crawled forward over him between his legs – and boy, was that a visual Jeff wanted to remember for the rest of his days – so he settled them at the tops of his legs. He was half surprised he didn't feel embarrassed to be lying back with a raging erection so close to his brother, but he had much more important things to think about. Like watching Matt lean down and capture Tris in a voracious kiss right over Jeff's belly.

Matt's fingers twined back into Tris' hair, and he broke the kiss by yanking back on it. “Suck his cock,” he ordered, pulling Tris' head down to Jeff's exposed crotch. “Do it the way he likes it.”

Tris smiled up at Jeff, but not even his empty eyes were enough to detract from Jeff's arousal. As Tris bent low to lick across the tip of Jeff's cock, Jeff's gaze slipped away from him, resting on Matt as he watched the proceedings. He wondered if Matt was thinking the same thing he always did; that this was exactly how Matt would look doing the same thing. He heard Matt's zip and looked down to see Tris' hand sliding into Matt's pants as his mouth closed around Jeff's cock.

Matt was distantly aware of fingers that felt very familiar closing around his cock, but all his attention was centred on that replica of his mouth descending inch by inch on his brother's straining erection. It looked fucking amazing, and a glance at Jeff's face suggested that it felt amazing too.

“Fuck,” Jeff mumbled breathily, “take it deeper, Ma- Tris.”

Matt's eyes locked on Jeff's, and a second later Matt slapped Tris' fingers from his crotch. He put a hand on Tris' face, shoving him away from Jeff's body and immediately dropping his head to take his substitute's position. Without giving it a second thought, he sank his lips as far as he could on Jeff's cock. He felt Jeff's hips pumping up into his mouth and Jeff's voice took on a new level of desperation.

“Yeah, that's what I wanted...”

Apparently not at all offended by the way both Hardys seemed to be using him, Tris rejoined the party. He tugged Matt's head up a little so that there was room for him to suckle at the base of Jeff's cock, and the next thing Jeff knew the pair of them were licking sloppily at his cock, tongues and lips meeting around his length in the most obscene kisses he'd ever seen in his life. After only a couple of minutes, he was forced to push them both away.

“Stop it,” he whispered raggedly. “I'm gonna cum right now if you don't.”

Matt smirked down at him smugly. “We can't have that. When you cum, it's going to be with me fucking you insensible.”

His throat going dry, Jeff could only nod as Matt stepped over him to the floor. He managed to swing himself to a sitting position and pull his shirt over his head, watching hungrily as Matt pushed his own pants and boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them. For all that Matt's cock looked exactly like he'd known it would, seeing it in that state up close and personal - thick and tempting, so hard it almost looked painful and the tip drooling semen already – was hotter than he was prepared for. He wanted to suck on it but he couldn't muster enough control over himself to get to it, so he sat compliantly as Matt and Tris pulled his boxers down from his thighs and off, along with his socks.

“We need something to use as lube...” Matt said, glancing about the darkened room thoughtfully. He raised his eyebrow when Tris produced a tube of lubricant from the pocket of his pants. “Well now, ain't you just a useful guy to have around?”

Tris' vacant smile widened as he shrugged. “Seemed a sensible thing to prepare for.”

“What, you thought the odds were good that I'd fuck my brother and a copy of myself?” He turned his attention back to Jeff, pushing his legs wide and kneeling on the floor between them as he spoke. “Your toy here's kinda weird.”

“That's why he suits me.” Jeff couldn't tear his gaze from Matt's hands as he opened the lube and squeezed some out onto his fingers. “That and the fact that he kinda reminds me of you.”

“I guess you have a point, I'm pretty hot shit...”

“Modest too,” Jeff added, rolling his eyes. “I'm pretty sure I already told you to stop fucking talking.”

“I couldn't have been paying attention.”

Jeff was about to make a smartass retort, but he saw Matt set the lube aside so he decided against it. “I'm not really used to being in this position,” he said instead, too proud to ask Matt outright not to hurt him.

“Trust me, Jeff.”

Matt took Jeff's small smile as assent and reached down between Jeff's legs to smear the lube against his hole, trailing his finger in light circles around it until Jeff began to push back against him, trying to capture the teasing finger. As he pushed through the resistance, he was delighted to see Tris' head descend on Jeff's groin again, sucking sloppily on the head of Jeff's cock.

Jeff stared at the ceiling, eyes wide, as his hands flew down to grab Tris' head and shove him lower. He didn't dare look down, he was pretty sure the sight of what was essentially two Matts working him over would be his undoing. Especially at the moments when he felt an extra tongue on him, when Matt had leaned down again to kiss Tris around his cock. Matt seemed to really enjoy doing that; Tris, of course, was just as inscrutable as ever. A second finger pushing into him forced another low growl out of his throat.

“Man, I fucking love that sound...” Matt thrust his fingers a little harder, hoping to prompt it again.

Tris pulled his mouth from Jeff's cock, leaving it glistening in the candlelight. “He does it when he's about to cum too. You should see what it's like when he's pinning you down, fucking you hard enough that every stroke is pushing you up the bed, and you hear that growl and see him snarl.”

“Yeah...” Matt's eyes glazed over briefly. “I think I'm gonna have to experience that for myself.”

“God, I hope so,” Jeff mumbled, reaching down to take his cock in his hand. As he stroked himself slowly, he felt Matt pull his fingers out. His breath caught in his throat; he wasn't sure if it was through nervousness or excitement.

Matt pressed the head of his cock against Jeff's ass, wrapping his hand around the base to guide it in. As he started to gently push forward, watching Jeff's mouth fall open, he felt a lubricated finger probe at his own entrance, and he turned his head to address Tris. He had no idea when Tris had shed the rest of his clothes, but he seemed to be naked now.

“I'm really not sure about that...” He trailed off when Tris silenced him with a quick kiss.

“Dude, I'm you. If you can't trust yourself to fuck your ass, how the hell do you plan to have him do it?”

Matt had to admit Tris was right. Those empty eyes and haunted smile didn't help him feel at ease though, so he gave his double a small nod and turned his attention back to Jeff, who was gasping at the intense sensations and apparently unable to decide whether to push back against Matt to aid his entry or pull away.

Bending forward over Jeff and resting on his elbows, Matt licked the patina of sweat from his chest, enjoying the rasp of Jeff's coarse chest hair over his tongue. Jeff's remaining unoccupied hand tangled in Matt's hair, gently tugging him up into a slow kiss as Jeff tried to calm himself.

Matt tensed his thighs to keep his balance and shifted his hands under Jeff's ass to pull his cheeks apart; he knew opening Jeff that way would make the entry easier and lessen the friction against his skin. He was rewarded for his thoughtfulness when Jeff pushed back against him, taking his cock as deep as he could and not trying to stifle the lustful moan that escaped into Matt's open lips.

Matt lost track of himself for a moment, aware of nothing but the tongue wrestling with his own and the heat and pressure around his cock. When he refocused he found that two of Tris' fingers were buried inside him in addition to the pleasures he was gaining from Jeff's body, and his mounting desire was enough that he began to worry he might not last and Jeff and Tris would have to finish each other off without him. That wouldn't do at all.

He looked around at Tris, whose vacant stare was barely visible in the dim light. “Now,” he whispered hoarsely, and as he expected Tris understood him perfectly. He absorbed himself in Jeff as he tried to keep himself relaxed.

“I can't wait till that's me inside you instead of him,” Jeff said with a hungry smile, and as Matt visualised it he found himself pressing back against the cock imposing itself on him. No sooner had that thought hit him than it struck him that he was essentially fucking himself, and before he knew it Tris' cock was sunk in him to the root.

As Matt strove to contain the bombardment of his senses he was aware of how closely Jeff was watching him. He was so aroused he almost didn't hear Jeff speak.

“That is so fucking hot... I can't wait anymore Matt, fuck me.”

Gritting his teeth while he pulled himself under control, Matt leant back into Tris, withdrawing from Jeff a little before pushing back in. It took them a while to find a rhythm together, but it was a lot smoother than Matt would have expected and it wasn't long before he and Jeff were panting heavily. Tris, he realised with some trepidation, wasn't breathing at all, but he was so caught up in the moment by then that it would have taken a lot more than that to stop him.

His hands left Jeff's ass, instead placed on the seat of the couch to hold his weight since keeping his balance with just his knees was taking more and more concentration. Jeff's legs came up around his waist, his heels gripping Tris' haunches and snapping the three of them together.

Matt looked down, watching enraptured as Tris' hand – his hand – stretched around him and took a grip on Jeff's cock, stroking firmly with their shared rhythm. He had to clear his throat before he was able to speak.

“You tell him if you want him to do anything different, okay?”

Jeff shook his head. “I don't give a fuck about that. I just want you to ram your cock into my ass harder. I wanna still be able to feel the way you fucked me a week from now.”

Tris rested his chin on Matt's shoulder, licking along Matt's neck and behind his ear before he muttered, “I think I can help you there.”

Matt yelped as Tris snapped his hips forward forcefully, instinctively thrusting deeper himself in response. He didn't have time to adjust to Tris stepping up the pace before Jeff reached for him, yanking him down into a brutal kiss. Matt's attempts to control himself failed him, and he tore his mouth from Jeff so that he could breathe as he rutted into him furiously.

“You're gonna love fucking this ass, he's so tight...” he heard Tris tell Jeff, and as he buried his face in the crook of Jeff's neck he felt the heat of Tris' body against his back and neck. He panted irregularly in Jeff's ear as Jeff and Tris' lips met, crushing Matt between them although that was the last thing on his mind at the time.

He was aware of Tris breaking the kiss and Jeff's fingers digging into his shoulder, demanding more from him. “Are you gonna cum for me, Matt? I want you to fuck my ass however you need it.” The words had to be fitted around Jeff's heavy breathing.

Matt smirked, and the flush across his cheeks made it clear that he was close to orgasm. The smirk lasted only a minute before it twisted into a snarl, his thrusts turning erratic. “Fuckin' mine,” he growled and he straightened up, shoving himself deep into Jeff as his orgasm started to wash over him.

As he filled Jeff's ass with cum he was only half aware of what his eyes told him, but he did see Tris' hand working Jeff's cock fast. Matt's orgasm was just beginning to ebb when Jeff's eyes closed as his own hit, and the thick strings of cum that shot up his chest and over Jeff's stomach looked incredibly tempting.

He ran a hand down his chest and brought it to his mouth, licking Jeff's cum from it greedily. When Jeff looked up at him again he drew his hand down his chest again, placing it over Jeff's lips this time. “I liked hearing you offer yourself to me,” he murmured, watching contentedly while Jeff's tongue slid across his fingers obediently.

Although Matt hadn't been aware of Tris withdrawing from him he was standing a couple of feet from them now. Matt reluctantly eased his softening cock from the warm haven of his brother's body, hauling himself up to sit next to him. He found that one of his arms wound itself instinctively about Jeff's shoulders, and Jeff's leg fell across his own apparently equally unconsciously.

Matt opened his mouth to ask Tris how he wanted them to take care of him, but Tris stopped him with a shake of his head.

“How about in future, you try to be a bit more honest with yourselves about what you want? We don't need to go through all this palaver again next year.”

With that, he was gone. He didn't disappear, didn't fade, didn't vanish in a puff of smoke; he simply wasn't there. Jeff's jaw dropped and Matt's forehead knotted in confusion, and the only reason they didn't display their shock much more energetically was because they were wiped out from their lustful activities.

The realisation that Tris was truly gone was immediately followed by the realisation that nothing was going to happen to Matt. While this was obviously a good thing, it did mean that they were going to have to deal with this.

“What the fuck have we done?” Jeff whispered incredulously.

“I don't know...” Matt admitted in a small voice. He looked down at the muscular leg draped over his lap and in spite of his exhaustion and his stunned mind, he felt his cock begin to stir again.