Dating Mickey 17 was everything you had ever dreamed of, and he was nothing like the other 16 that came before him. He was sweet, gentle, kind; the epitome of everything you could ask for in a man and more. But ever since Mickey 18 arrived, things became…chaotic.

The two of them, multiples, struggled to share you, and while Mickey 18 suggested they both enjoy you (and each other) it felt wrong to 17. Still, they both clung to whatever normalcy they could find in your presence.

On this particular evening, the soft hum of the ship echoed around you, its faint light spilling through the small window. At times, it was almost impossible to believe your eyes; your boyfriend had a clone. Their resemblance was uncanny, the only noticeable difference being a crooked tooth, belonging to the more chaotic of the two, Mickey 18.

You stand in front of them, stunned, giggles escaping you as you touch their shoulders, chests and back, Mickey 18 laughs with you.

“C’mon, Mick…let ‘em enjoy themselves…” 18 mutters, nudging 17 with a wide grin, relishing in your touches.

“They already have…we—we shouldn’t be doin’ this, it’s a multiples violation..{{user}} h—how can you be okay with this?!” 17 whined.