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tanks4thememory) wrote2020-12-09 10:29 pm
tanks4thememory) wrote2020-12-09 10:29 pm
Two heads are better than one
Who: Clu1 and Clu 2 (a_perfect_end)
The life and times- and sexytimes of Clus One and Two in the ABO universe, collected here for the sake of convenience and avoiding page clutter. Multiple scenarios, lots of fun. Mostly of the NSFW variety.
Where: Their User world abode and possibly other places
When: Some undetermined time post Legacy and after this thread
What: ABO sexytimes and maybe other things; a Clu on Clu catchall
Warnings: VERY NSFW. Multiple kinks, ABO related warnings, sorta incest depending how you view programs from the same User, basically enter at your own risk if you're not into that sort of thing
The life and times- and sexytimes of Clus One and Two in the ABO universe, collected here for the sake of convenience and avoiding page clutter. Multiple scenarios, lots of fun. Mostly of the NSFW variety.
byte, n. 1: a group of binary digits or bits (usually eight) operated on as a unit
He didn't know what he was feeling! But wow, was there a lot of it, and all of it had come to a boil, again, because he was thinking, again, about being mated.
The idea looked very good on paper. (He'd made diagrams. Some of them were even the kind with the little hearts, though he'd quickly destroyed those and dismissed them to the trash.)
They were good together, and not just at work--they excelled at little things like raking the yard, or big ones like...adjusting their tax profile and...distributing computing to a variety of worthy causes without leaving traces. Any task that could be broken into teamwork didn't stand a chance. And they hung out together most of the time. Some of that was this weird new world and its weird idea that he needed, or at least should have, a chaperone, but mostly it was just how easy they found it to be in each others' company. To talk, to laugh, to swap memes in the break room when they really should have been doing something else. To spend whole afternoons curled up and doing nothing, breathing lazily against each other over the dull roar of the tv.
And they enjoyed each other. Every bit of each other. On every surface in the house. Repeatedly.
So after his fourth compromising and sticky sparkly vampire princess mating-bite dream in as many heats, Clu was almost ready to just bite his code-brother, instead. Except it was a huge commitment. And they'd been working, very thoroughly, on all the permutations of consent and how important all of them were.
Just because he wanted it, didn't mean the alpha wanted it from him.
And his code-brother was the real deal: smart, kind, funny, and almost maddeningly patient, except when he was being mischievous instead. He had so much to offer someone.
Clu himself did not have those traits. He knew he didn't. Would it even be fair, to ask him for his mark?
Would his directive compel him to say yes?
...Would Clu even be able to stop himself if that turned out to be the case? And how could they live with each other, if it did?
Clu sighed and made a point of gently finishing up, carefully arranging every single dish, delicate against his urge to throw at least one. It wasn't the forks' fault he was in this mess. These thoughts were all his own. He was the one not talking about them, too far down in his own logic loops to actually say anything.
He made cocoa, instead. Sure he'd just had tea, but there was always room for more, and they almost always drank this together. Besides, it would steel his nerves.
"Hey!" Bright, pleased, a cheerful bellow calibrated to get his attention, neck craned toward the living room. "Dude! I'm making chocolate! You want?"
The most successful opening gambit in the history of conversation. His code-brother would never knew what hit him.
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Or tried to anyway. Because as much as it was clear that his code brother had something on his mind- and had for awhile, though he'd denied it and hastily changed the subject when Clu had asked-, Clu had something on his mind too. Thus he stared at the TV without really taking in what was playing as he went over scenarios in his head.
He knew they had to have a discussion about potentially becoming proper mates. He'd done some research privately, and aside from the bite itself, the whole process was relatively painless. Their status as 'twins' in this world might complicate things a bit, but overall, once the bite was made, it was just a bit of legal paperwork and a small fee paid at the local courthouse, and they would be considered legally mated. Some people had elaborate parties or ceremonies, but simple efficiency would suit his code brother better. A celebration with a few friends from work after the fact would be more than enough for the two of them.
That was, assuming his code-brother was interested in the first place. Which was the sticking point. How to broach the topic so he could find out? Just coming out and saying something like, 'hey, do you want me to bite you?', was discarded as a possibility almost immediately; it was too awkward and off-putting. That left a more subtle approach. But too subtle and he might be misunderstood. A balance needed to be found.
And on top of that, when would be a good time to start the conversation? It obviously couldn't happen at work, but there were few situations at home where it would seem even somewhat of a natural fit. And in bed they tended to be... preoccupied. Hmm...
The sound of his code brother's voice calling from the kitchen brought him back to reality, followed immediately by a sitcom laugh track that seemed to mock his indecisiveness. Clu gave the TV an annoyed frown before muting it to make replying easier. "Sure!", he called back. "There should be a new bag of marshmallows in the cabinet too; the old one was running pretty short."
Glitch it all. He really needed to stop trying to wait for a perfect time that would never come, and just do it already. And cocoa would help smooth over any rough edges in a conversation. Now was as good a time as any.
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"Got it; you bet!"
And then he got busy: it gave him something to do with his hands while he thought. The cocoa almost made itself while he paced and planned, reliance on the stove top the only pause in the middle. (The microwave was way faster, but also not good. And he wanted the good stuff--both to have and to offer, considering.)
We need to talk was a sentence that everything from the Internet to checkout aisle magazines had warned him about--a hidden challenge, a threat. And he was not about to just roll his head back and scream "BITE ME, YOU STUD," because that was dumb even in porno.
Alpha usually took charge with stuff like this--took care of him, and not just during heat or whatever--but it was up to him now. He'd brought it up! Or, well, he was going to. Fair was fair.
And Clu did things for him, too: not because he had to. Some because it was in his nature, little things like dust and stray socks grating at him, but mostly he wanted to. He liked it when their den was clean and orderly. And it was good the way his code-brother smiled about it.
They fit good. He just wanted to fit more. Like, forever.
The worst alpha could possibly say was no.
He poured both mugs, gently, and literally blew off the steam. Liberally covered each in marshmallows, a tiny hill of the little ones. Scooped them onto the tray they'd bought for this purpose and joined his code-brother on the couch.
The tv flickered silently in his periphery, forgotten.
"Cheers," lifting his own and nudging the other at his code-brother.
Do or die, man.
"Hey, I, uh--"
He was not a coward! He'd led an entire civilization. He could ask--
"I wanna," big huff of air, wiggling his marshmallows faintly, "I wanna run something by you."
There. That made sense.
Perfect.
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Man, what he wouldn't give for human vocal chords to be compatible with speaking binary. It was so much easier to express precise intentions and emotions in binary than it was in standard speech. Maybe he could try writing it down? Even put the proposal in the form of a poem? That would certainly be seen by many as romantic, though he didn't think it was quite their style.
Or perhaps he could lead with some kind of gift? Rings were common, even among betas, and definitely something he wanted to include eventually, but maybe not to start. Maybe one of those weighted blankets his code-brother had been considering? Or something more traditional, like flowers, expensive candy, or a fancy dinner date? Though any kind of gift would require putting off the actual conversation to allow time to buy or arrange it...
It was about then that his code brother arrived with the cocoa, liberally doused with marshmallows and on the convenient little tray they'd bought. He smiled, accepting and raising his own mug in the small toast before taking a sip. Mmm... his omega must have used the stove top to heat the milk; that always produce slightly better results, provided they had time to do it. He took another, longer sip hoping it would inspire him with some way of starting the conversation, but alas, it did not. Glitch it...
Fortunately, he was spared for the moment as his code brother seemed to want to talk about something else. He nodded slightly. "Alright," he said. "Go ahead." Maybe he could come up with something in the time the ensuing conversation would take.
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He was distracted a moment by the evident pleasure etched across his code-brother's face as he took a deeper pull of his cocoa.
Mesmerizing, but it wouldn't locate the right words for him.
Clu opened his mouth. Sucked in air. Closed his mouth. No way was he starting with I have this friend. That was a seriously junior move, and it could go sideways. Likewise, he was definitely not leading with you're a great guy--even in a perfect system, that was something people said when they didn't want to be a unit anymore.
Clu cleared his throat, lifted his cocoa, and tried again.
"Sure!" A sip too quick and too hot stinging his tongue, scraping the back of his mouth, swallowed ferociously, breath let out in a puff. "We have a good thing here," slowly, "I mean, the User world is not always, perfect--but I like our work, and I like our, place, and I like sharing all of it with you. A lot. I really enjoy it."
Yes! Excellent. Now if he could just say AND I WANT YOU TO BITE ME. HARD. Instead he got a little dry sighing noise, the audible version of the spinning blue circle.
"I just think we're making something, valuable, together." Uncool. He sounded like a corporate retreat, and he could feel his face changing color, slowly going red. Extremely uncool. "I, what d'you--what are your thoughts? I wanted your perspective."
He blew harshly on his marshmallows before sipping again.
Your move.
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Unfortunately, he had only a moment to ponder that question before the metaphorical ball was passed to him. Glitch, now he would have to come up with something. Well, at least one thing he could answer with confidence. "Yeah," he said. "I mean it's had its ups and downs, especially at first, but overall it's been pretty great. I've really been enjoying it. Living and working here with you, putting this place together, and learning all about our new situation here." A bit of emphasis and a slight smirk on 'all', bringing to mind how much of that learning had happened... in private.
"But even the challenging parts have been enjoyable in their own way. Mostly because we were able to work through them together." Was that a good segue? It sounded like a good segue. Now if only he had something equally good to segue into.
He took another sip of his cocoa to buy himself a little more time. "We're a lot more effective together than on our own. I think we've both known that for awhile now." Glitch no, that sounded way too formal. The same sort of dancing around his code brother had been doing. He needed to stop doing that. He took a deep breath, then let it out. "I guess what I'm saying is... what would you think about making it more permanent? In like, an official way?"
That was... way more awkward than he'd been hoping for. But hopefully it was fairly clear, at least.
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It was just that he hadn't felt this way in so long. Fierce hope and possessive pleasure warred with nervousness, with hesitation, further challenging his calm--strong new instincts alert for good signs and scents and hedged against causing his alpha displeasure or distress. It was definitely easier to blame his omega nature than admit even the remotest possibility he might be scared: of whether he was blowing it, of what alpha's answer might be, of how he would take it, either way...
Because, Clu realized, blinking, that he'd accept either answer. If they had a future together, he'd go anywhere and do anything to make that happen. Everything his code-brother asked.
And if they didn't--Clu was more scared of the certain knowledge that he would put his code-brother first. Do what made him happy. Put someone else above himself.
Maybe he hadn't felt this way, ever, about another being.
"I--" Glitched for bugs, it was too important to dance around any longer! Why couldn't he get the words out?
If his code-brother didn't want him, then he didn't. It was that simple. It would be that simple. He could take it.
Except--those were not the kinds of things his alpha was saying. He was saying other things. Collaborative things, about how effective they were, about how good it was to work through problems together, and it's been pretty great (with that little smirk for it's all been pretty great putting a sharp flicker of pleasure in him.)
"Oh," just a breath, hopeful, and then, "Oh like--Official, official," which was just idiocy, a waste of syllables. "Yeah, man!"
Sharp, but enthusiastic.
Deep breath. Go more carefully. Give him a second to put his cocoa down, so he doesn't inhale it and die.
"Exactly, I want to--what do they even do, here--" Hot hot face, teeny tiny words, but definite and precise as thumbtacks. "I really wanna bundle with you. Permanently."