The Virgin in the Mirror

Janus: The primordial deity of beginnings and endings, of frames and doorways. Two faces - mirror image.

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Lazaro returned from his morning jog, irritated that the chill, overcast weather had prevented him from breaking into a serious sweat. His ripped torso was covered in a fluffy pullover but he had put on gym shorts, when he'd have needed thick jogging pants to get heated.

He planned to check in with Phoenix and go to breakfast together but the hotel owner was waiting for him in the lobby and waved him to the alcove seating arrangement.

Under the stoic gaze of three aristocrats in the portrait above the overstuffed sofa, Lazaro dropped his weight into an arm chair.

"I apologize for diverting your attention," Mordecai started, pulling his pinstripe suit straight by the hem. "There is a delicate matter I'd like you to investigate as soon as possible."

"Another instrument?" Lazaro guessed, although he had a feeling this job was of a different nature.

Mordecai shook his head and leaned in to keep his voice down even though they were alone on the hall.

"I'm missing a ring. A small but fairly complex ring, inset with Oceanus' Tear, an oval sapphire. I keep it in my desk drawer, which I left foolishly unlocked yesterday, something I don't often do, but..."

Lazaro frowned. "Is there anything I should know about it? Not to jump to conclusions but with a name like that I'd assume it belonged to *her*, right?"

The white haired man nodded. "When the Brown bloodline intersected with the Raven one, there was a certain transfer of possessions, yes, but this one is for all intents of sentimental value only. However, I have a... certain connection to it. If it had left the premises I'd *know*. Absolutely."

"It's still here?"

"I'm sure of it. I assume you and Mister Sorensen can vouch for each other, regarding last night?"

"Uh," Lazaro cleared his throat. "Yes."

"Madam Courtenay was out hunting. Our guest in the Oak Room has stayed fast asleep. Leo Hall spent the night with Kamron as a precaution for... something different, which turned out necessary, making him innocent. Cecilia has not returned from '74 yet..."

"Samuel Mondragon."

"There are staff members I'm not a hundred percent sure about but that was my guess, too. Did you know he was being investigated as a suspect in jewel thefts in the area? Ah, of course you did. If it's not too much to ask..."

Lazaro rose. "That's what I'm here for, Mister Raven."

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"Just a few questions, Mister Mondragon."

"Please, just Sammy," the lean young man with immaculately styled hair said, barely glancing up from his computer.

Lazaro pulled out an ancient coin, playing with it as if by nervous habit. "I hear your family was once in the business of collecting antique jewelry."

Sammy waved him off. "I inherited a considerable collection but I had no use for it. Sold the thing. Money mostly went to charity."

The boy threw a sly smile and Lazaro reached out with his buff arm as if to show the coin off.

Sammy's eyes ran along the exposed black skin and the excessively trained fibers flexing underneath. He grinned at the ancient currency.

"Veritas, huh? I'm more familiar with these things than you might believe."

"Is that so?"

Sammy leaned back, with a smug smile that still looked attractive on his pretty, tan face. "To be *honest*," he emphasized, "I was aware of the ring and Oceanus' Tear and that it's in Raven possession but I didn't know the whereabouts. It's unfortunate for the old man that it's missing but I truly can't say where it is -- because I don't know. I've never seen it with my own eyes, let alone touched it. That's the truth."

The boy glanced at the coin, still resting in the investigator's hand.

"Will that be all?"

"Yes, Sammy. That was... convincing."

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Lazaro knocked on the massage room door. No answer. It was empty, despite the schedule saying otherwise.

Listening closely, he heard scuffling and a muffled slapping sound coming from the sauna.

He glanced through the sauna door's window, standing off to the side so he'd be mostly hidden.

Leo and Kamron were fucking, drenched in sweat. Leo himself was on his back on the wood bench that ran around the small room, his blond hair stuck to his face. The Japanese man stood with knees bent, while supporting the British boy whose legs were wrapped around his hips.

"Uh, go slower..." Leo whined.

"Why? Hurt?" the top said, slicking his black hair back and wiping sweat from his eyes.

"No but you might have to keep going for a while. Ugh, it's been ten fucking minutes. Why isn't the antidote kicking in?"

"Might be building up an immunity or something."

"Fuck. I better not."

"I'll be here to help, hehe."

"Ugh, fuck you."

"Ask Jasper later, but don't call it an antidote, he hates that."

"Fuck him, too."

Lazaro walked past. He still hadn't found... There were even more muffled sounds coming from the supply closet on the other side.

He opened without knocking, not expecting to find Jasper in a compromising position.

The brown skinned hunk had dropped his shirt and his khaki shorts were around his ankles. A beefy guy with almost shoulder long, dirty blond hair was gagging on Jasper's dick, spurred on by the top's hand in his mane as he jerked himself off. The bottom's skin shone with lotion.

"Uh," Jasper made, wide eyed.

The choking cocksucker pulled himself off the dick, coughing. He looked young, perhaps a matured teen. "Fuck, oh shit, we're just..."

Jasper grabbed the boy's hair again. "Shush Hunter, we're fine." He looked at the intruder. "Lazaro, do you uh, need anything? I'm working right now."

"A mission for your grandfather, but I've run into trouble. I need someone to tell the truth, but I have a suspicion he's got some tricks up his sleeve and is immune to direct methods."

Jasper lightly slapped the kneeling Hunter's face. "Hey bottom boy, you'd do anything for cock, right?"

"Yes," Hunter said. "Please fuck me already. I'll do anything. I'll move in with you. I'll be your sex slave."

Jasper pulled the teen back onto his dick and tossed a white object at Lazaro. A cleaning bottle with the label removed and a few poison-warning stickers attached. It said 'VB' in sharpie.

"Is it toxic?"

"Haha, the bottle's just to make sure nobody drinks it. It's 99% massage oil."

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Sammy jerked awake disoriented. He was shirtless. His athletic torso was shining with an odorless oil. His wrists were tied behind the chair.

He was still at the hotel, in his suite, illuminated by the bay windows behind his bed and the warm wall sconces of the room.

Before he could decide on an escape plan, a truly massive, black bodybuilder stepped into his vision. It was that investigator, Lazaro Carter, but naked down to a pair of sneakers.

Sammy had to suck that fat, pulsing, uncut cock immediately. He couldn't even think coherently enough to examine why he felt such an overwhelming urge to eat dick, he just did.

"Please, cock, sir, please... Oh fuck."

Mercifully, Lazaro held the dickhead just close enough for Sammy to lick as the tool hardened to full magnificence.

Then Lazaro pulled away. "You knew what the Veritas coin was, didn't you, smug bitch?"

"Sure, I've been a naughty boy. Now feed my cock."

Lazaro stepped closer and slapped Sammy's face with his hardon, never letting him get more than a quick lick of the shaft. "The truth, boy. You're immune to the coin?"

"Ugh, not really but I can work around it. For fuck's sake, I come from a long line of rich, criminal assholes and starting with my great-great-great-grandpa Alfonso we started taking precautions against all sorts of interference. That saved his wife Anita's life at some point when she caught a curse or whatever."

"Good boy."

Lazaro rewarded him with a deep, slow thrust that let Sammy's mouth spit-lube the cock halfway to the base. They both enjoyed the blowjob for a minute, Sammy's own cock uselessly straining in his jeans.

The bodybuilder pulled out. "And you're a jewel thief, too, aren't you?"

"Ughhh, fuck!" Sammy was desperate. He didn't want to give away secrets -- especially this one -- but he needed cock and he couldn't think clearly enough to come up with a lie. If the investigator would fuck his face if he heard the truth, then truth it was.

"They're in my suitcase under the bed, okay? The Glory Opal, the Diadem. I sold the Sunray Ruby already. It belonged to my family once but it's ugly as fuck. I'd rather have the money."

Sammy protested as the beefy man left him to check under the bed. Of course the investigator unearthed the gem collection in the suitcase's false bottom. He pulled each one out to check, while Sammy was torn between pathetic whimpering and acting strong.

Finally, Lazaro returned and slammed his low hanging balls into Sammy's face for a quick nut-suck before letting him take the dickhead in his mouth.

After a minute Lazaro said, "The Oceanus' Tear wasn't in that collection. Where did you hide it?"

Sammy kept sucking until the bodybuilder stepped back.

"I don't know where you're stupid gem is, cause I didn't take it. Now fuck this curse out of me or whatever you have to do to get rid of it cause I'm going insane with craving for your cock."

"Shit. You... really didn't take it?"

"That's right."

"Because *I* did," said a voice behind Lazaro.

Even through the haze of sexual desire, Sammy felt amused by the fear and confusion on Lazaro's face as the massive hunk whipped around, pre-cum flying as his thick cock swung.

In the doorway stood Sammy Mondragon, or a person who looked just like him. The second Sammy was naked, erect, breathing heavily and held a kitchen knife in a way that made pretty clear he had never been in a knife-fight.

"Y-you're twins," Lazaro said, looking back and forth. "How did you keep this a secret?"

"Not twins," said the original Sammy tied to the chair. "That's my mirror-double. You'll notice he's flipped. I have pretty symmetrical featured but if he's next to me you'll notice."

The knife-wielding doppelganger rushed at Lazaro who blocked the knife-arm with one forceful motion. But the false-twin barely fought. He dropped to his knees and shoved his face into the investigator's crotch.

The original Sammy grunted. "Seems like whatever you did to me also affects my double. Hey, let me have cock, too, bastard."

Lazaro stood with his dick between the two Sammys' faces and the one tied to the chair got his lips on the shaft, too. Both boys ran their lips up and down, alternating between dickhead and nuts.

After a while of just letting the two caress his dick, Lazaro pushed the free Sammy away.

"Explain."

"Ugh," the masturbating, red-eyed guy on his knees made. "Ask the other one. He's the original. Let me suck in peace."

Lazaro held firm. "No, I want to hear it."

"That great-great-great-grandma story? She was dying of some concoction from a rival of her husband. Gramps heard of a Mirror of Janus, went out and found it."

"Show me."

"Only if you fuck me after."

"Promise."

The double rose and opened a wardrobe, overflowing with designer clothes. Meanwhile Lazaro untied the original Sammy, who tore his own pants off to free an achingly hard dick.

Sammy-one dropped to his knees and licked up Lazaro's shaft while Sammy-two tore clothes from the wardrobe to reveal a two foot high mirror on the back wall. It was framed by silver, with a two-faced head on top.

"Janus Mirror," Sammy-two said. "Split Grandma Anita into her purified version and one still corrupted by the poisoning. That one died."

Sammy-two rummaged in a pant pocket and tossed a silver ring onto the bed. "There's your precious Oceanus' Cum Drop."

Then he tossed a lube pack at his original and opened one for himself. While both boys lubed their asses, Sammy-two went back down to take as much of Lazaro's dick into his mouth as possible.

The original Sammy was pushed away, much to his displeasure. "Fuck, I wish I could dispel you at will. No chance you're crawling back into the mirror, or taking a nap?" he asked his double who only grinned and went deeper on the cock.

"Now *you*, keep explaining," Lazaro said to Sammy-one.

"Fine. The mirror splits off your flaws. I don't have any."

Lazaro laughed. "Haha, I guess narcissism isn't a flaw? But of course you mean corruptions and sorcery."

"Sure, you probably know more than I do. But when I use it, it creates this fucked up monster," Sammy-one said and slapped his double's chest. "If *I* wasn't such a wimp to begin with, *he'd* run around murdering wantonly. Instead I let him steal for me. Considering my family was bankrupt and I was used to throwing money around like it's going out of fashion... I only steal from the rich if that helps."

Sammy noticed that his urge to suck dick was subsiding. Whatever Lazaro had done to him was getting weaker. Maybe because it got distributed between him and his double. If he just held out, he'd break free any moment. He could tell his double was realizing the same thing. They both kept their lubed fingers in their assholes, to keep up appearances.

He continued talking. "Started with people who fucked over my family. The Northstars were rightfully mine, but I couldn't hold onto them. Got spooked. Moved onto other people I find insufferable, mostly ones whose parties I had been to. Casing the joint, in criminal parlance."

"But still," Lazaro said. "How did you do all that?"

The double pulled himself away from the dick. "I can explain, if I must."

To the original it was plainly obvious that he was *acting* reluctantly. The strange sex curse was basically gone. Unfortunately that meant Lazaro now facefucked deeply into the original's mouth and Sammy had to act as if he liked nothing more. But in a moment, when they were fully free, they would take revenge. Especially the ruthless, twisted doppelganger would not hold back.

"Being not quite real," the double said, "has its advantages. I can jump from mirror to mirror, from shadow to shadow. There's a lot of finesse involved with light, darkness and refraction but I can get in and out of a moving vehicle via reflective surfaces, or when it's dark inside like in the armored vehicle where the Glory Opal was. In other cases... Uh, was there someone at the window looking in?"

Lazaro whipped around.

Sammy thought this was a distraction, so he and his double could overpower the investigator and turn the situation around, escape with their riches if nothing else.

Then there was a hard knock at the door. "Police, open up!"

More hammering. "Open up or I'm breaking the door."

"Coming," Lazaro shouted and grabbed a white bottle off the side table.

He sprinkled the two kneeling boys with a grin before jogging into the vestibule.

"Fuck," Sammy shouted, as the craving returned with mind-wrecking power.

"Nah," the double said. "You're on your own. I'm not sucking anymore cock." With Lazaro absent, the double sprinted for the mirror.

Sammy-two grinned as he stepped into the wardrobe where the mirror leaned. "See you later, bitch boy."

The moment the wardrobe door closed, Sammy felt a new rush of horniness, now sex-crazed enough for two.

A faintly familiar voice cried out in the vestibule.

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The gems and jewels had long rained onto the floor.

Officer Gordon Sullivan was balls deep in Sammy's hole, a hand on his neck, the boy's legs spread wide. Fucking like the stud he was, Gordon rammed his hips into the whining boy.

"You're my bitch now," Gordon growled. He couldn't quite figure out how Sammy had stolen all those jewels but right now it didn't matter.

"Yes sir," the Sammy said. "I'll be a good boy from now on."

"I'll fuck your attitude out of you, spoiled brat. Man, I should send your ass to jail."

"No sir, please keep me as your slave. Make me a good boy, sir."

The black guy whose physique rivaled Gordon's in size and surpassed it in cut-ness was collecting the fallen gems. "Good luck reforming that bastard. I'll see myself out."

"Sure thing," Gordon said, not clear on why he was having sex with the criminal or who the black bodybuilder was, but caring little. "I'll breed some sense into you, bitch-hole."

"Yes sir, cure me with your cum, please."

The black guy finished collecting the evidence and generously drizzled massage oil on Gordon and his bottom before leaving. The officer felt like he could fuck for the rest of his life and not be a fraction less horny.