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]

Lumi's world was a small one, and until a few weeks ago the TV had been the brightest thing in it. He knew it lied sometimes: cartoons weren't true, and he wasn't sure if cooking shows were true or not. (He was only supposed to touch the microwave. At approved times.) Maybe the scrambled channels lied, like the cartoons, but--

News-humans were supposed to be fair and balanced. They brought you the real story about things like the weather and important new products and what really happened at the dog park after dark.

They wouldn't lie, would they? Just get on the air and tell lies? It didn't make any difference to his imagination.

Lumi had slept in a dog bed, before. It was thin and old, and washed half to death. Even bleached it'd reeked with the fear marks of past pets. Pets he'd never met or even heard Master Edward speak of--so Lumi knew, to the core, that he'd better take what he was given and be grateful. It was hard to actually rest on, but it also did not stop Lumi from using all the furniture the second Master Edward was down the hall and through the elevator doors.

But it was different here. This was so nice. Everything here was so nice, and some of it was just for him. Master Caleb gave Lumi his own room, and not a dog gate in sight. Lumi kept his bed just as nice as Master Caleb gave it to him--by sleeping on top of it, curled cozy in an extra blanket found inside his own closet. He simply took it off and remade the bed every day.

Right now, though, the blanket wouldn't have cut it. He'd have gotten it all messy, tracked himself all over his nice new things. It was--was it instinct, was it training? Was he just afraid? It was bad to make a mess--so he'd bolted, in the end, to the one room that didn't smell like Master Caleb, or like the space Lumi'd been growing into, the room that was finally starting to smell like his own territory.

Neutral ground, an empty space that didn't have much in it that he could ruin. No blanket would've survived this. His underwear were already a casualty, buried in the rest of the laundry. He was in a weird mood, all hot and hungry and too, squirmy, to judge his own strength. He'd torn them trying to get them off.

Lumi held as still as he could, trying to listen to Master Caleb. His tail wagged relentlessly for the possibility of lay down. On the bed. Although they would need to sit first.

Master Caleb helped him up, and by bracing a little helped Lumi find his footing. Finally standing two-legs again was a relief, even with strong feelings pushing that he should bend over and open up, and wag his tail nice and high. That would be the best way, all sweet access--

But Master Caleb kept a hand on him, steadying with a good, firm touch. Lumi whined, soft and low, edged with a growl for how it felt when Master Caleb reached down so careful, just gently, and oh--let him loose.

He sprang all the way up with a twitch, red and heavy. It was so good, even as he shivered for contact with air, spiced with the sting from the cruel press of the zipper.

His jeans were so slicked down they slid off, rolled down his thighs at a tug from Master Caleb and slithered down under their own soaked weight. The pull--and the heavy push of wet denim over his tail--almost made Lumi close his legs, instinct and the chill tugging at his inner lips. He clenched, inside, and sweet, fresh slick stained the air.

Lumi shook himself a little, like the feelings were water, like it would help. It just pulled everything, heavy and sharp and too good. He whined, low, trying not to growl.

They still had to come all the way off. Sitting first.

"Better," Lumi managed. He really did feel good. He watched himself tremble, bright red and so full. "Sit? Sit."

Really he fell into position, but he got where Master Caleb needed him by borrowing his support and wiggling his ass back on the bed. Carefully. Really slow. It was, torture, but somehow good. So good.

He wondered, hazily, what taken care of was, if maybe it was more than just the wrecked jeans.

He knew, down under all his grunting and pushing, that he should let Master Caleb know he was okay, and that needed human words.

"So much better," they were low, heavy, hard to use, so Lumi looked up and smiled to show how he was feeling. "Thank you, Master."

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Pet people, as a rule, tended to be more straightforward in their speech. They generally said what they meant, and had to be taught things like subtlety and tact. And taught about things like lies of omission, verbal manipulation, and spin-doctoring. They were perfectly capable of learning them, but it didn't tend to come naturally, the way it did with some humans.

All things he planned to eventually discuss with Lumi. But for now, they needed to focus on the present. Not that he suspected Lumi was capable of focusing on anything else at the moment, given the state he was in.

Jeans finally down, the dog gave himself a little shake, as if to try and regain some semblance of normal focus that way. All it did though was make him whine softly as it shifted and pulled at everything. The poor dog really must be aching by that point, judging by the look of things, and the fact that his grasp of language was starting to slip; that sometimes happened with pets when they were overwhelmed, and heat was nothing if not overwhelming, especially if one wasn't prepared for it.

In the end, he more fell back into position on the edge of the bed than sat, but it got the job done. Caleb gave him an encouraging smile and a pat on the head, briefly scratching between those expressive ears before bending down to fully remove the jeans. With Lumi's weight off of his feet, slipping them off of his ankles was a fairly simple task, and Caleb set them aside for the moment. They'd be put in the laundry when they were done here, but that could very much wait.

"Good boy," Caleb said as he stood back up. "You're doing great. Now just lay back and spread your legs for me, OK? I'll take care of the rest." It wasn't the most natural position for a dog to take up during sex, but it was the one that gave Caleb the best view and easiest access to everything. And given how wound up Lumi was, it probably wouldn't be one he'd have to be in for too long.

[a_perfect_end]

There was a whole world out there, full of strange and intricate things Lumi didn't quite understand. Some he knew about, or at least could tell he was missing out on, and some he might need to learn. Hiding was harder to do with words, for example, and definitely harder to understand. But that was part of the half-lie screen world. That was out there.

In here, the room was redolent with his own scent, everywhere now that he was very naked. Underneath that thick, bright flush of desire was the softer smell left by Master Caleb, close and warm. And Master Caleb was watching him carefully.

He was kind and quiet and gentle, and he had no idea how nice he smelled. He scratched between Lumi's ears and they leapt under his hand, under good, good touch that Lumi almost moaned for. It was different than everything going on below, where he was fast growing to one great ache of anticipation, but...better, somehow.

"I," not quite panting, but it was important, "I like that."

Only hard, hard training kept him from yipping. He felt it jump in his throat. Dogs didn't purr, but he wiggled, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and grinned hugely for the smile.

Good boy.

The praise jolted through his whole body, searing and sweet in the roots of his legs. The legs he needed to spread for Master Caleb. Lumi shifted back on the bed, careful with his tail, and awkward a second where he was heavily in his own way. He gripped the edges of his knees and pulled them wide, trembling for the touch of air and the sudden fresh ache for the thought of being looked over.

For the thought of Master Caleb between his legs.

"This way?" Tail whisking along his thigh, swatting his own hand. "Like this?"

After all, the human needed a good look at all of him.

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The smile broadened at Lumi's reaction to the ear scritches. Had he ever experienced such a thing before? Probably not, was Caleb's guess. Well he'd certainly experience it now, and from now on. "I thought you might," he said.

But however nice they were, ear scratches wouldn't take care of the dog's current problem. Fortunately, Lumi was being very cooperative. For some abused pets, fear trumped all other instincts, even during heat, but apparently none of the abuse Lumi had suffered was connected to sex, or at least not enough for him to be worried about it now. That made everything much easier, but Caleb was still sure to remain calm and reassuring, despite the circumstances.

Though as the dog laid back and spread his legs as instructed, he might catch a shift in his master's scent that said Caleb very much liked what he saw. "Just like that," he said. And with Lumi in position, he reached down with both hands. After briefly running his left hand over the dog's vagina for a bit of lubrication, he wrapped it around Lumi's cock in a loose fist and began to stroke it up and down. Meanwhile, he slipped the first two fingers of his right hand into his vagina, curling and stroking and trying to hit just the right spot. A two-pronged effort that was generally the quickest way to bring a full binary pet to orgasm.

[a_perfect_end]

Lumi remembered affection; he'd had a lot of it at the pet shop, playing with the others and making his best hopeful eyes at the customers. Even Master Edward was pleased with him at first--Lumi used to sit under the desk, before he got so big, and noisy, and was bad all the time.

But nobody had ever scratched behind Lumi's ears quite like that. Maybe if he was good for Master Caleb, he'd get more scratches. It was wonderful!

Still, once Master Caleb was looking at him, he whined and fidgeted, torn between good strong feelings and a sharp curiosity. Was it going to hurt?

It wasn't like anybody'd ever petted him this way. Even the vet had--it was hazy--he remembered the medicine had pinched him, sharp in the haunches, and then he'd kind of floated. Everything was vague and sleepy while they--with a little light. When that didn't work, or wasn't enough, they'd brought out something else, something bigger they wouldn't quite let him see, a hard metal thing. Even floating, the metal hurt, and he'd struggled with them a bit, growling unhappily with his tail wagging frantic to show it wasn't on purpose. They needed to make sure he wasn't sick or hurt. They'd needed to see, so he'd laid as still as he could and tried not to cry too much.

But this was something else entirely. This was miles apart from that, Master Caleb watching him carefully, eyes searching his face before sweeping over his body, something delicious and curious sparking in Master's scent for the way Lumi opened up.

It was easier, with that lovely smell, with the soft praise, to lay back and be looked over. Just like that.

He couldn't help an eager whine for the gentle, steady stroking, but he tried to hold still. Master Caleb kept going until his hand was all wet, and for a sharp, bad second Lumi worried he'd get his nose put in it--

Instead, Master Caleb took him in hand. Lumi jolted, all instinct, hips rutting up against his fingers with a low hungry noise. He'd never--it wasn't allowed, and oh when he'd ruined the furniture, it was--but that didn't stop Master Caleb. It didn't even slow him down. Instead he set an easy pace, loose on the upstroke, and let Lumi chase his hand, up and down, up and down. It was so good, like the pressure building inside him finally had a way out, one they were chasing together, even as it somehow sharpened more.

He let out a little yelp of surprise: he'd never been petted inside, hadn't quite realized that was possible, let alone that it would feel this way, hot and slippery and starlit when something connected, just to the curl of Master's fingers. Now he was in a bit of a bind. Reaching up gave him beautiful squeezes and pushing back down eased that grip, but brought questing fingers closer to their goal.

"Wow," thick against his teeth, half a bark, "Oh, wow, Master, please--"

He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, only that it felt amazing, and he wanted it a lot.