Two heads are better than one

[tanks4thememory]

Who: Clu1 and Clu 2 (a_perfect_end)

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.

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[a_perfect_end]

His alpha moaned for him and, breathing hard, tried to form words. He had to pause, swallowing hard to get enough air, shivering in stunned pleasure that made his arms tremble.

Clu smiled up at him, smug and beaming, made a low, soft noise for the way his code-brother's face pinched with a hint of worry. It was lovely; he was lovely, and it was important that he know exactly how that felt.

"Mmm," drawn to a hum, "good. I'm good. So. Good." He snorted softly, hearing himself. The sheer bliss of their mating had knocked his vocabulary into some kind of loop. He tried again, "You, are, we, are," softly, "perfect."

And still wrapped around each other; Clu carefully spread his hands, smoothed a fingertip where he'd clutched down tight. Alpha wasn't alone in his ability to leave marks.

As for the rest of it--Clu gave an experimental wriggle against their tie and sucked in a sharp, unexpected breath.

"Gonna ache later," slowly, philosophical. Smirking. Deliberately clutching down on him. "Everyone's gonna know why, but I'm not hurt."

Work had standing desks. Sitting was overrated.

[tanks4thememory]

Clu's lips pulled back into a still somewhat breathless, if rather toothy grin. A soft growl escaped him as his omega deliberately clutched down teasing as much as was possible at the moment. "I want them to know," he said without hesitation. "I want everyone to know you're mine. I want..."

There he paused, the grin shifting to something more sensual. "I want to bite you. I know we were going to wait for your next heat, but well... no time like the present, right?" He hoped his omega would be up for it. Because with how much he wanted it right now, he'd likely have a hard time holding back from doing it next round if he wasn't.

[a_perfect_end]

Clu smirked languidly up at alpha, instincts gone serene and smug under gently spreading fatigue. His code-brother was giving him the grin of a cat with a mouthful of cream, sharp and entirely delighted, and still a touch disheveled with all their recent activity.

His code-brother who wanted everybody to know whose he was, who wanted to mark him for good and all.

Clu wanted that too. Felt it tug sharp in the hollow of his stomach, that growl prickling impossibly at needs he was too tired to have. "Oh, man, yeah. All yours." He flushed for the idea, curled his burning face into his code-brother's outstretched arm. "That is hot," mumbled like smoke into his skin. Then, louder, smiling broadly, "That is so hot. I would love that."

Shy he was not, but the words should be definite, while they were both still clear-headed.

"Please, alpha?" Sing-song, slow, eyes alight, "bite me."

He had to fight down an entirely unsexy yawn--that deep relaxation being the one downside of omega instincts singing home and safety. "I mean, soon."