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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.
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"When you didn't turn up for awhile, I got a little concerned and thought I should come check on you," Clu said. "Thought you might have wiped out and been injured, you know? Though I guess this is both better and worse." Better because he wasn't actually damaged, which was always a good thing. Worse because this had to be glitching embarrassing, especially given that it was entirely preventable.
At the estimate of how long he'd been conserving power, though Clu quirked an eyebrow. He knew they'd both been busy and hadn't really had time for a good interface session in that time, but still, he figured the admin was taking care of himself on that front. Clu certainly had been. Obviously though, he'd been overestimating his code-brother's level of self-awareness. "Seriously? That long?", he said. "And you haven't...? Man, no wonder you're like this then."
"I hate to break it to you, but it's not the bike. All that power you've been conserving? It doesn't just go away, you know. It gets stored in reserve for all the functions you're not using; the more complex the program, the more of an issue it can be. It doesn't show up on a medical scan until it reaches levels that are actually dangerous, because there's no malfunction; your subroutines are doing just what they're supposed to. But when those functions aren't utilized and nothing is done to equalize the energy levels, well... you've got all this excess charge built up just waiting for something to trigger it. Like, say, the vibrations of a lightcycle engine at high speed right there between your legs." In other words, you kinda brought this on yourself, bro.
"Fortunately a good overload or two will get you nice and equalized. And looking at you right now, I don't think that's gonna be a problem. Though we probably shouldn't do it in here." There was no real way to close off the locker room area as it connected to a few different tracks. But there was an area they could close off, and it was only steps away. Though he suspected it would seem a much longer distance to his code brother.
"The staging area should work." An enclosed area between the track and the lockers for riders to make adjustments to their cycles before a race, or for less experienced riders who didn't want to literally hit the ground running to rezz up their cycles and walk them out onto the track. There wasn't much there, but it was largely soundproofed. And both sets of doors to it could be locked. "Think you can make it there if I give you a hand up? Or do you need me to carry you?" Oh now he was definitely teasing. But, really, given the situation, he couldn't resist. Besides, he had an idea for once they got there...
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It was also way worse. Injury just felt awful, but this was some unholy intersection of delicious and painful, with just an edge of--was it humiliation? He didn't really experience shame, but something in his code-brother's teasing tone and factual presentation had him by the short ones mentally as well as demonstrably.
Clu was positive this was the best worst thing to ever happen to him. And, at least privately, Clu agreed it was his own fault. Though agreeing and admitting it were totally different things.
"I am not," slowly, with deliberation, "injured. But thanks for," oh-- "Looking out for me."
The hacker raised an eyebrow, and that was all, and Clu almost came.
"N-no?" Maker, it wouldn't take much more. He couldn't take much more. He breathed quick and harsh through his nose and focused on what his code-brother was telling him. "I mean, I didn't realize."
It had always gone down before; he figured he could just, not. There wasn't anything wrong with it, of course. Solo circuit work felt great! He'd just never been clued in that it was necessary, or helpful.
Or that not doing it could cascade quite so dramatically.
But as his code-brother's explanations veered back to the lightcycle, Clu got an intense, entirely unprompted visual of--how would a wizard even use a wand that big--
He felt it where he leached almost white a second at the description of exactly how he could get rebalanced. And, ordinarily, right about now Clu would have started babbling to cover his predicament and cool his jets a little.
All he managed was a low grunt, with a hard, gruff, "Bikes are sexy."
The staging area?
Like, the, all the way past the showers and down the hall--he winced. He would walk, thank you, no way was he getting carried. And they'd be able to lock the doors, at least.
He would walk. He could walk.
He squirmed for being teased, and for the thought of going over his code-brother's shoulder, just hauled into position because he was too horny to even move.
"Man, come on!" It was too sharp to be a snarl and too guttural for a whimper, pure, incredible frustration. He really would not be able to move in a minute. "Just gimme a hand up, would ya?"
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"You probably didn't let it go for quite this long before using those other functions before now," he said. "Or at least you didn't have a racing lightcycle humming between your legs until you had. But if it makes you feel any better, I did something like this once too, though not quite to this degree." Unlike the admin, his function set didn't really allow for certain functions to go unused for too long.
And while there were other ways of getting things equalized, this was one of the simplest and by far the most fun. And his smile became a genuine grin at the frustrated noise his code-brother made, even as he reached down to take one of his hands and help him up. This was just too, too good. "Alright, ready? 01... 10...11!" On three he pulled, helping the horny admin haul himself to his feet and giving him a moment to hopefully get them under him properly before they went anywhere. "OK. Now let's get to the staging area before anyone else comes in and sees you lit up like a fully active I/O tower."
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And as for the very new, very recent memory of exactly how it felt, straining to keep his cool with a lethal machine thundering beneath him--man. That, that was burned into the chipset, engraved forever.
He was never going to be ready, but his code-brother got a firm grip and Clu made it to his feet expeditiously, testing his gait with a slight flinch that spat static.
"Yeah," said Clu, distantly, but with entire agreement. "Good."
And as for how he must look--an I/O tower, really; a broadcast beacon--that just flooded the mains in more power than he knew he had. He could have fainted.
He laughed instead, all air and disbelief. "You're," with sly concentration, leaning against him heavily, "you're enjoying this, aren't you."
There was, after all, no hiding that this got his motor going all the way. But--
"You into it?"
'Cause that just made it better, somehow.
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And any part of him that was in contact was definitely tingling as his code brother leaned against him. The combination of the contact, the situation, and the seer amount of energy flowing through his code brother's skin circuits trying to find an outlet were already causing his own circuits to brighten, though they stayed firmly yellow for the moment. "Oh definitely," he said with a grin. "This is absolutely getting filed away in permanent memory storage."
"And I'm finding I'm very much into it." Something about seeing his code brother so revved up that he was practically sparking with sheer need was a turn on that Clu hadn't realized he'd had up til now, but one he was going to have to try and make a point of trying to bring out at a more convenient future point. "Enough that if you weren't admin, I'd be seriously tempted to just push you up against the wall and take care of it right here, right now." It was still very tempting honestly; the thrill of potentially getting caught appealed to him on a code-deep level as a hacker. But he did have some respect for his code brother's reputation.
Just the thought was making his own systems run hot too though. "But for right now.... let's just focus on getting to the staging area." He nudged his code brother in that general direction, hoping to get them moving before his systems started to react too much.
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His code-brother was helping just by being there. Just by letting Clu rest against him for a pico--finally a little of that charge had somewhere to run, energy seeking interface and trying valiantly to power up just where their torsos sat square. He could feel it.
Clu opened his eyes, made himself look: and seeing his code-brother burning a steady, if brightening gold, Clu was able to peel himself free with a wince. Took a step apart, not quite steady. They needed some room. If he fell now, he'd pull his code-brother with him, and--
Oh yeah. They'd get caught for sure.
It both helped and did not help that his code-brother was grinning right back at him. That his code-brother wanted permanent file, wanted to remember him exactly like this. Clu would never forget it, hot enough to melt solder, half-expecting his palm to leave an imprint of steam in the hacker's grip. Even parted a bit, they held hands; Clu couldn't bring himself to let go, and his code-brother made no move to pull away.
This close, running this hot, Clu could almost feel him turning the idea over, the hacker's words gone quiet and intense with realization, sparked through with something else.
And there was mischief in him, even now, proposing it against the wall and knowing Clu would find that--expedient. Even efficient, to be routed against the nearest hard surface and thoroughly adjusted.
Absolute proof of which way their power differentials truly ran, in private.
"I, should," Clu growled, each word pushed out of him with every heavy step, "--let--you." He nearly groaned. "Let 'em see, let rumors fly."
Impossible. Clu could not leave witnesses. Only, some solutions were--unavailable, to him, now. Clu could not leave witnesses, and his code-brother would hate it if he fixed that problem. Chalk it up to turning over a new leaf, but Clu found he didn't want to do some things that had come easily to him before.
And his code-brother cared—about Clu’s own role, and reputation, and what they meant to him, even aside from what they meant to the Grid as a whole. Certainly he spared a thought for them.
So. They needed to get to the staging area, which was all the way down there, somehow both infinite sectors from their position and just down the hall. And for all his protests, Clu had zero intention of trying to walk it: he’d been built to use all the power that he stored.
And right now he was half-drowned in almost, oh--hazardously more than double his fair share. Almost his limit. Clu shuddered, fought that knowledge down and instead pictured exactly where they were going in his mind. Started building the model of the sleek, dark room behind that door. They could call its features when they got there. Right now he needed the precise dimensions and their full potential.
"Of course," softly, an acknowledged ping, calm and reliable, showing his code-brother he was okay. "You're right." With a sigh: "Let's go."
There it was, values gleaming and whole, the pointer integers and a steady, safe given range, awaiting only his instruction to make it real. Open, sesame. He gripped his code-brother's hand--had to reference him precisely--and simply pulled them both through. Clipped them right to the address. Flynn had called it blinking, described it as dreamlike, and tried to explain teleportation.
Clu remembered it as the first time that he'd thought Flynn had said something truly, properly stupid. Magic didn't exist. But the result was the same: Clu wasn't there, and then he was, his code-brother was right along with him, safe behind closed doors.
Closed doors that Clu locked tight with a vicious key 256 bits deep. Closed doors that he sagged against, with the forethought to cue the lights on his way down, so at least they could see.
The staging area was scalable, part wardrobe and part machine shop, with the blocks and racks needed to set either a small armada of batons or up to four rezzed lightcycles side-by-side. This bay let gearheads tune things, let fashion plates tweak their armor, and could be extended for an entire pit crew for larger events as needed.
Right now the area just held the two of them, and the bench he’d just managed to call for, just before falling on it.
He’d at least released his grip on his code-brother. Hadn’t let him fall with.
Clu’s knees were not letting him up again unassisted. Neither was the rest of him, sticking up bright and obstinate, with a refusal to flag that bordered on obscene.
Like a glowstick.
“I uh,” not looking, not looking, instead looking up at his code-brother, “I didn't, really, thank you properly? I'm glad you found me when you did."
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Clipping always felt weird to him. Not in a bad way, really. He could even do it himself if need be, though he would require significantly more time to set up the link than his code-brother; being admin had advantages. But he'd always found the sudden change from one address to another mildly disorienting. Maybe it was because it had just been less common in the old system. Maybe it was simply a quirk of his code.
The momentary lag allowed his code brother to lock the door securely enough for even a hacker's standards, at least for a temporary measure. No one was getting through that door without destroying the door itself. As his code-brother slumped onto a simple bench he'd just called up, Clu crossed to the entrance that led out onto the track, hastily securing it as well, just to be safe. Unlikely someone would come in from that way, since the track had been reserved, but better safe than humiliated.
He turned back to the admin as he addressed him, smiling at the sight of him. And he was definitely looking, at all of him. Especially the part between his legs that nearly looked like a light saber, it was so straight and stiff and bright. "What are code-brothers and interface buddies for?", he said as he closed the relatively small amount of space between him and the bench.
"Besides, I'm glad I found you too. Not only to spare both you and some poor program who has no idea what they're getting into from what would probably be the most embarrassing microcyle of your run time, but also because it means I've got you all to myself. And you look so fragging hot all lit up like this. I could probably make you overload just telling you the kind of scenarios its bringing up."
"But if we're going to do anything interesting, I'm going to have to get you at least partially equalized first. Sooo..." Clu derezzed his gloves, wrapping his right hand loosely around his code-brother's cock, pumping it with slow, even strokes while his left reached up to explore some of the large primary circuits on the admin's chest. Given the way the connection practically crackled under his touch, this likely wouldn't take long.
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"Sorry, man." Forthright, gruff and basic, for the unprompted clipping teleport. Clu knew it was disorienting, to be between surfaces for even split picos. Probably more so, for a program with his code-brother's class of scans and unique sensitivities. "Should've warned you."
Clu shivered, even running way too hot, trying for a grin that faltered into something hungry.
"Make it up to you?" Physically.
Especially since his code-brother had the forethought to lock down the entrance facing the track. They were totally alone, and Clu could, would, make good on the offer he'd just made just as soon as he could think straight.
Maybe sooner.
His-code brother turned to him with a smile, and it was not his usual grin at all. No, this was too, too bright and too full of teeth; the hacker's eyes were practically gleaming where he was feasting them on--
Him. All of him.
Because, after all, what were code-brothers and interface buddies for. Besides sparing him utter humiliation.
His code-brother sauntered over what little distance separated them, cheerfully connecting the idea of discovery--of getting caught--with two factors: first of all, not only were they completely alone, but secondly--
Clu was now firmly on the receiving end of his code-brother's entire attention.
(All to himself.)
Clu bit his tongue. He physically bit his tongue, because otherwise noises would escape. He couldn't hold back a shudder.
Soon he might not be able to hold back at all.
Not with his code-brother humming at him about how he looked, and how simple it would be, what he wanted to do--
and suddenly Clu wanted that, too--to unspool completely, just because his code-brother told him to.
He wanted to see if he could.
Instead, his code-brother took him well in hand, and Clu rolled forward in his grip with a shudder, feeling where he pulsed for it. The fine bright bare circuits of his code-brother's fingers made a snare that was too, too gentle, an easy loop that stroked Clu slow, prompted him to buck his hips after more, clean as a piston. More friction, more pressure, more coverage--somewhere for this massive charge to go. It roiled ravenous, flowed like heat lightning toward the open, inviting bare traceries in his code-brother's hands. It flooded the mains of Clu's chest in a broad rush of purple--an answering hot crush of it welling up between his legs, a vivid wash of lust painting his entire body, halfway to drowning the entire equipment bay in the same lurid tones.
How his code-brother held on to a brightening flare of gold was beyond him. And as for anything interesting he did not, right now, see what that could be--
Energy looped back on itself, practically sang out of him, halogen hot. He felt himself throb and stutter against his code-brother's fingers in an eager sizzle of feedback, and he strained after his words and instead let out a sound.
Could've been a moan. Felt suspiciously like a whimper. Didn't stop him moving, ready charge somehow blazing higher instead of banking down.
Felt his eyes widen and his dick stutter. How was there more?
"Man," was all he managed, "please, yeah, let's--"
He couldn't finish it.