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]

They couldn't stay here. The desk would just remain safely unmolested, except as a resting place for maintenance keys, which Frank grasped and pocketed with hands that shook just slightly.

Frank bit his lip and shivered his way back into his briefs, jeans folded stifling tight and drawing his zip up with a pained, stifled hiss.

Clu couldn't just--not--look, but managed to avoid staring. A traitor twitch of interest jerked to half-mast in his pants, nudging bare and indignant against his fly. Being into it didn't make that heavy ache any easier to ignore.

Still. It was nothing, beside years of waiting, that jagged yearning Clu had hardly nudged at all for such rich fireworks of pleasure. Frank needed it, the same as air or water, and that need would only grow.

Good things came to those who waited, but they did not have forever to stand here and do that. So:

"Yeah," Clu agreed, thanking fate he'd racked his bike for once. He'd been hoping for a Target run later. They needed eggs, but Frank needed their help somewhat more urgently. "Good, okay. You'll sit in front, with me."

Though--the thought of his new friend braced on his back, unruly hair wisping free of his helmet down the back of his neck--he had a feeling the open road would make Frank smile like that again. Might make him laugh outright, slim throat heavenward, arms tight around Clu for sheer joy. The bike growling under them contentedly, raw power straight up their spines, rumbling up through them 'til they were clingy and frantic on the dismount, grinding at each other with thighs still buzzing from the input--man, yeah.

Clu tucked that idea away deep, purely for reference. Good as it was, it wouldn't help them now. They were three floors off from where they needed to be. Clark straightened his jacket, fished his keys from his pocket and splayed them upward through his fingers like knives, feeling around for his phone with the other hand. Safer to grab it on the stairs, or once they were down.

"Don't worry," brightly, with cheerful certainty, "We'll, uh, we'll give him a call in the car."

Thinking about getting them out of there unobserved and undisturbed: "You need to stay behind me, okay? Not too close," because if they rubbed up nice, it was game over on some kind of monstrous defeat path, "but right by."

He stood at his full height and thought hard of another life, his army before and below him, rank on rank, roaring their loyalty back in one thunderous voice, like the Sea. He squared his shoulders and pulled Frank with him, out of the office, down the hall, and through the stairwell door.

They got down without seeing anyone, partly because it was the middle of the day and technically mid-meeting. Still. If Kyle, or any of Kyle's idiot posse, wondered where their frontend developer and chief coffee-fetcher had gone...

But they didn't. Nobody home. Just the two of them, looking for a plainish silver hatchback in Row H.

Clu finally relaxed with the doors locked, checking his mirrors and backup camera as Frank belted in beside him. He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd pent up, sighed it all the way out. Tried not to stare at his adorably flushed passenger and grinned reassuringly, instead.

They'd made it.

That left: making contact?

Ah, no. Direct to voicemail, which he worked not to let show on his face, letting it ring through.

"Babe!" A bright, cheerful roar into the handset, watching the road, not watching Frank, who was starting to have trouble sitting still.

"Greetings! I'll probably be at the house by the time you get this. Listen, ah, my friend Frank is coming over? He," puff of air, feet and hands and eyes busy with merge-lanes diplomacy, "could really use some company, so I, sort of told him he could sleep over? Kisses! Bye!"

And Clu zipped off a particular Spotify link just as soon as they hit a red light. That was code between them, one borne of his own rocky start with managing the, finer points, of omega nature.

Thank the Users for Journey.

"How are we doing?" Gently, for his passenger. "You okay?"

[mist_the_point]

Frank nodded as Clark detailed their escape plan, such as it was, to show he knew where he needed to be, at least until they reached the stairs. Watched as he splayed his keys through his fingers like knives or claws. Not a bad idea, really, and Frank hoped he'd be able to remember it later. Right now though he had to keep all his focus on the present, and on keeping a semblance of control of his traitorous body.

He followed Clark down the hall, and couldn't help but notice how confident he looked. Tall and strong, his stride full of purpose... It was almost Alpha-like. Though the glittering golden glow around him had to be his heated imagination fueled by a few too many romantic anime series. Though Clark looked every bit the dashing romantic hero, Frank knew he wasn't bring swept away by his true love for a tryst amidst the cherry blossoms. A broken, pathetic omega like him would never have that. This was a shamefaced escape born out of necessity.

Though it was still better to focus on his ridiculous fantasies than on the way his increasingly wet underwear rubbed against him as he walked. Or how his cock was hard enough to make keeping up with Clark's slightly longer stride a bit difficult. Or the fear that every Alpha in the building could smell him and would be on them in seconds.

Somehow though, they managed to get to the car without incident. He got in and buckled himself in, though the lap belt he shifted as high as it would go because having it across his hips was just... no. Being in the locked car managed to banish most of the fear; the trickiest hurdle had been overcome. But that didn't mean he was out of the woods. No, far from it.

He gripped the edges of the seat as they started off, trying to focus on taking deep, even breaths. He had to keep some semblance of control. But even that just brought him more of Clark's scent and the lingering traces of Kent's from whenever he'd last been in the car. In the confined space, even those traces of Alpha scent were a lot.

He couldn't focus on what Clark was saying on the phone. Couldn't focus on anything but the way his entire groin was throbbing, seemingly more intensely with each passing moment. His cock felt like it was trying to burst the zipper on his jeans. His clit was a quivering spike of need, and his pussy.... His pussy was so empty it ached, and he knew that would get worse the longer it took to fill it. He squirmed in his seat; that almost made things worse, his wet underwear sliding against him in ways that were just obscene, but he couldn't help himself.

And he was so warm. Almost hot despite the car's air conditioning. He prayed it wouldn't take long to reach their destination. When he looked up as Clark addressed him, his eyes were somewhat unfocused and had that feverish look again. "I'm... managing," he said. "Just hope... hope it's not too far..."

[a_perfect_end]

If they'd stayed, but locked the door. If he'd paused in the hall, if he'd frozen on the stairs, if they'd waited in the car. So many places it could've gone wrong.

Clu wasn't heroic, so much as stubborn. Somebody had to be in charge. Clu could not worry. If he stopped to worry, if he slowed down at all and let the fear crawl in--

He simply refused to feel certain things.

Meanwhile, Frank did his best: he was clearly hurting, adrift in the tightening grip of instincts that wouldn't want him going anywhere but to his knees, on all fours, opened up and presenting. But he'd found a streak of determination or desperation, maybe hope and maybe omega follow-the-leader, maybe all of that, and used it to keep up with Clu stride for stride, all the way.

He'd winced his way into the seat. Clu did not look over at the wrestle with the lap belt: it wasn't easy for him to sit down, even with training, even courting the burn.

He was rumbling under his breath again, that thrum building to something almost painful.

And Frank--

Frank couldn't really hear himself. He might not notice the way his steady, deepened breathing fell to something hot and ragged under the hum of the air conditioning, quick inhales through the nose that had him moving in the seat. Frank couldn't really scent himself, cheery fake-lemon furniture polish at war with wave after wave of intoxicating sugar. It was like he was blooming, an entire hothouse unto himself.

That was for the faint traces of alpha's scent, most likely, because it was their car: their shared territory, only now it was starting to smell like all three of them, mate-scent sugared with angel overlaying his own growing appreciation for both.

Clu didn't dare breathe in the taste. Not now that they were on the right block, up the right street.

"No," he tried, from a brain working valiantly not to fog over, not to reach out and plant his hand on Frank's knee, because the other omega was right there, and clearly suffering, and it would be the easiest thing in the world to just help him feel good. "Not far now."

It could still go wrong, if Clu grabbed him and not the parking brake. For one ridiculous second, he thought about it. He entertained that amazing image--there was nothing like a really great handy in leather seats--

Except, no way would that be fair to Frank. It would not be enough for him right now. Not in up to the wrist.

Clu knew better.

Only one person could help them both.

He took his strength from that. Took them both out of the car--oh, not able to help it, outright stealing a kiss, a hard sudden taste that just did not leave Frank much time to react--

Pulled back a little, gave him room, but didn't pull away, hot-faced and flushed with the opposite of shame. He locked the car by rote, and tugged at Frank's hand, entwining them at last. Clu was almost contact-high, but just managed to moderately keep his hands to himself, instead encouraging Frank's arm to rest there on his waist, to push their shoulders together, let him rest his burning skin and slight weight on Clu's heartier frame.

He'd never remember how he got them up the stairs. He barely managed to unhand Frank enough to ring his own doorbell.

[mist_the_point]

One thing most betas simply didn't understand about heat or rut was that wasn't just being excessively horny for several consecutive days. That was certainly part of it, but it was much more than simple desire. It was bone-deep, instinctual. While in the grips of heat or rut, one didn't just want sex, they needed it, the same way they needed food, water, or air. And especially for Omegas, that meant that not getting it or not getting proper care during it, could make the whole thing a miserable process. And even at the best of times it could be incredibly inconvenient; that was part of why suppressants existed to begin with. It was far from the constant orgy of beta fantasy.

And part of that inconvenience meant that certain instincts- usually subtle enough to be easily ignored if one chose to- became overpowering. For Alphas, that meant becoming more aggressive and competitive. An Alpha in or on the verge of rut or triggered by an Omega's hormones, would become possessive and likely to start a fight over any perceived slight or intrusion into their territory, no matter how calm or mild mannered they normally were. And for Omegas this meant the urge to submit, to come together, to please. Urges that while helpful under the right circumstances could be downright dangerous under the wrong ones. Under the heightened influence of their hormones, an Alpha could force an Omega to agree to most anything, and not just in the bedroom; it was part of the reason so many legal documents required witnesses or notaries in modern times.

And right then Frank was extremely under the influence of his hormones, hanging onto his last scraps of control by his fingernails. His attempts at deep, controlled breathing had gradually given way to straight up panting. He was hot enough that it made him feel a bit dizzy, and he actually needed Clark's help getting out of the car. His skin felt too tight. His normally comfortable clothes unbearably restricting. His pussy felt painfully empty, his cock and clit painfully hard. Each throb of his groin hurt, desperate for relief, any relief.

Oh, the effort it took not to chase that brief kiss. No not entwine more than their hands. To not press more than their shoulders together. Though truly, without that supportive shoulder and hand he might never have made it to the door or stayed on his feet while waiting for it to open. But when it did...

When it did, Clark's mate was standing there and with the first step inside the scent of Alpha hit him full force. His uttered a startled gasp as his cock twitched desperately in its confinement, his vagina clenching at nothing with such painful intensity that it caused him to stagger. Instincts even more basic than those causing the problem had him reaching out half-blindly for the nearest object to steady himself, and for better or worse, that object was Clark. The angle swung him more fully against Clark's body... and that, plus the sound of the door closing behind them snapped the last strands of his control.

He grabbed Clark, nuzzling him and pressing their bodies together, grinding their hips together frantically. He'd only ever been this desperate once before, when he'd been bound spread-eagle to a bed for a full day of heat as part of his 'atonement' for rebelling. He'd tried to remain defiant, but after awhile he'd taken to begging, pleading, apologizing, anything he thought the Alphas wanted to hear. Anything to get relief, to ease the pain of being so very, very empty and alone...

God he was so empty. He didn't want to be alone. Not again.

********************************

Clu- AKA Kent- had been in the bathroom when his brother and mate's call came in. He'd heard the ringtone, but with his phone in the living room, it had gone to voicemail by the time he'd gotten to it. Easy enough to check it of course, but when he did, he was confused at first. What 'friend Frank'? They didn't have a friend by that name. In fact the only Frank either of them was even vaguely acquainted with, so far as he knew, was the maintenance guy at work, and he could count the number of times they'd spoken beyond polite greetings and such on one hand with room to spare.

But then he saw the song link and things became clear. Well clearer, anyway. Faithfully being included like that could mean only one thing; Frank must have gone into heat unexpectedly, and his mate needed his help with it (and had likely already helped a little himself, if he knew his brother). OK, this was doable. A bit awkward, maybe, but doable. He hastily got changed into nothing but a pair of easily removable lounge pants and got as much set up for their guest's needs as he could before the doorbell rang.

But even then, he wasn't quite prepared for what awaited him when he answered the doorbell. His mate all but hauled Frank inside, with Frank staggering and catching himself by clinging to his brother while 'Kent' closed and locked the door behind them.

And with the door locked, Frank's scent really hit him. He wasn't just in heat, he was deep in it, the sweet, enticing sugary scent overlaid with the acrid smell of fear and desperation of the type that should only occur if an Omega had been left untended- or not properly tended- for a day or more. How in User's name had he gotten this bad in what couldn't have been more than an hour?

He started to ask his code brother, but he was rather occupied with Frank rutting up against him and seemingly trying to get as much contact as possible while muttering deliriously about how he was 'sorry', that he'd 'never do it again', and begging them not to leave him alone. Clearly explanations were going to have to wait. He stepped forward to steady his brother and mate- both physically and mentally- by holding him from behind. "Help me get him over to the couch and get his clothes off," he said. "I don't think he's going to manage any of that himself..."

[a_perfect_end]

Usually, Clu had no problem holding himself together. The stereotype of emotional omegas was just that, and his own arrogance shielded him from most of the casual touchy-feely workplace stuff, from random celebrity baby gossip to family photo day. Usually, the most sympathetic things the world asked from Clu were to sort his recycling and donate to their local animal shelter.

And as for beta curiosity--

He was one half of the only brother pair in the building. They weren't forbidden, but they were rare, and that made for some truly eye-watering questions out of left field, ones they were too scared to ask his mate. Some of them even wanted advice, like there was a secret formula to landing an alpha that would let them pull someone way outside their alignment. And then there were guys like Kyle, determined to land the double jackpot: an omega girlfriend.

Clu laughed off most of it. They meant well, or at least didn't mean him harm, and what else was there to do? He knew he was lucky, blessed even before he'd known what he'd become, gifted with a kindred spirit who'd helped him see the light. Who very much wanted him back, and who was, right now, a firm anchor in a sea of gentle, inexorable hormonal gauze.

Even with effort and suppressants and sensitivity coaching, alphas tended to sit at opposite desks and carve out their own little fiefdoms. Most omegas either had, as he did, an uneasy truce with the beta contingent and polite, remote interest from other omegas, or an inside seat on the deepest ring of the all-omega gossip pool.

Emily ruled that roost with a French-tipped iron fist. No way was he ever getting in, except he bow before her. He was plenty ready to tell her to go pound sand most of the time. But once every few months, their schedules aligned, and even with the pills he understood what the betas were about: she radiated raw summer, an ancient mother goddess, a deep well of pure fertility that had him thinking about it, and he did not like girls.

That pull between omegas, to yield and just join each other already? To come together and solve the world's problems with sex? Silly, but real. Dangerous, but extremely real.

Only, usually, he could ignore it if he wanted.

He'd been bathing in it for almost an hour, sugar-on-sugar straining to dizzying heights, and he couldn't quite remember why he needed to wait for something so, so good. And Frank needed it so badly: Clu's chest ached with the urge to banish that hurt, to kiss it better, to love the sad right out of him--the same urge that had him crying at shampoo commercials. The bitter sugar pill that let omega mothers lift burning cars off their young.

Under that same power Clu had bundled Frank tight and dragged them both the whole way here. It was awkward. It was risky. He'd brought a strange omega into their territory, a newcomer whose desperate heat was all over him.

He owed his brother one hell of an explanation.

He did not get further than, "Babe, I--"

Because Frank made eye contact. Frank got one good breath of Clu's mate and staggered like he'd been struck. He buckled and nearly fell. They almost ended up on the floor, Clu caught before he could catch him, snagged at by burning hands that grabbed anything they could reach. Frank was on him like a drowning man, like if he could touch Clu everywhere at once that might keep him in place, might save them both, scrambling bodily for contact.

Words spilled out of him, a torrent of, "I'm sorry, please, please don't go," quick and soft, sliding in clean as knives. "Don't leave."

Clu was done for.

"Got you," harsh with the rumble, pawing him right back, "I'm here, I'm here, shh--"

But reassurance wasn't what Frank needed, sweating and blank-eyed in his grip, hips snapping a desperate piston rhythm that would bruise them both if he kept it up. Except he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He'd just keep going if Clu held him down.

And Clu did not know what to feel for that, except the first inescapable pulse of slick.

He bit down hard on a whimper. He had to get a grip. He had to pull it together. Someone did.

Alpha sidled up behind him, pressed firmly up against his back, arms stretched up under his and folded across his chest, gentle and secure. Clu shivered and tried to relax, as best he could with Frank trying to straddle him standing up on the one side and his mate on the other. He couldn't just melt in place. He had to focus, had to at least try to listen, because alpha was talking to him.

And alpha had the best advice.

"Yeah," perfect omega agreement, instantly--and then really hearing him. Understanding. "Yes," passing right by his title and landing on, "come on, brother."

He had his example, and simply folded Frank into a bear hug of his own: tight and absolutely inescapable.

"We," hot against Frank's neck, nipping him just faintly to keep him distracted, "are all, going, that way."

And he used his height to start their march.

[mist_the_point]

Alphas and Omegas were, of course, as individual as anyone else, despite their sometimes problematic biology and society's expectations of them. Clu did his best to remain open and approachable to anyone, to make sure that other Alphas didn't feel he was knowingly encroaching on their territory, and that betas and Omegas knew he was a safe person to be around, and to turn to if they needed help. More than once he'd been asked to walk lone betas or Omegas to their cars after a late night at the office. Thankfully most times it had only been a reassurance, or at most a precaution, but there was that one time he'd had to head off a young woman's asshole of an ex. It was the only time he could recall deliberately bringing his Alpha aggression to the fore, complete with baring teeth, actually growling, and getting in the man's face with a snarled 'Back. Off.', that had very much had the desired effect, causing much of the color to drain from the man's face and sending him fleeing.

He had suggested she file a police report, but wasn't sure whether she had or not. But according to her, the man had left town a week or two later. Good riddance in his opinion; it was creeps like him who gave some Alphas a bad name. Alphas were meant to protect and provide, not just throw their weight around. To provide stability and security when and Omega was most vulnerable, not to coerce or oppress.

And stability and security were definitely what was needed now. Frank much more obviously so, but he could tell his mate was being swept up in that sugar-scented tornado too and needed bringing somewhat back down to Earth at least for now. He was very glad he was wearing the loose fitting lounge pants though; the scent of Omega desperation pouring off of Frank was rapidly getting him hard, helped along by his mate using those muscles of his like that. The occasions he got to do so were relatively few, but Clu always appreciated it they did occur.

With his brother's manhandling and his own guidance, it wasn't long before their legs found the edge of the couch. He steadied them to make sure they didn't fall- yet- and kissed thee back of his mate's neck with a rumble of gratitude before letting go enough to slip around the opposite side of Frank, leaving him loosely sandwiched between them. None of this stilled his frantic movements, but Clu slipping a hand between them and all but catching Frank's crotch mid-motion certainly did. He twitched in a somewhat different way then, until Clu rumble in his ear, "Easy, easy... we've got you... we're going to take care of you."

And suiting actions to words, he slipped his other hand in to undo Frank's fly, then pushed both his jeans and underwear down enough that gravity did most of the rest of the work, leaving them pooled awkwardly around his ankles. But there was nothing awkward about the motions of his hands, Steadying Frank with one arm, he slid the opposite hand between Frank's legs and slip a couple fingers in his pussy. Frank's knees buckled on almost the first stroke and the steadying arm proved quite necessary.

"I've got him," he assured his code brother. "I'm gonna need you to get his shoes off so we can get these off the rest of the way." And once his mate released Frank from the bear hug, Clu guided him down to somewhat sit on the couch to allow his brother to do just that.

**************************************

Frank caught more of the tone of Clark's reassurances than the words, and was only somewhat conscious of being moved. Was only somewhat aware he himself was speaking, and has no idea what he was saying or what it might reveal. In fact he was unaware of anything other than the desperate need pounding from his throbbing groin, burning through his blood with every heartbeat.

Then the Alpha all but caught him by the crotch and he momentarily twitched to stillness, partly out of desire and partly out of delirious fear, but that was quickly washed away as the Alpha's scent enveloped him, his voice- so like Clark's, and yet carrying added weight to it- rumbling in his ear. Having Alpha's hands near his crotch was almost too much to bear until his jeans were undone and sliding down along with his underwear, allowing his cock to spring free and causing him to let out a whine of mingled relieve and need. On one hand his desperately twitching cock was at last free, but on the other, his groin being exposed to air only served make the emptiness of his hips seem even worse.

Until suddenly he was at last no longer empty, his knees buckling with a mix of surprise and desperate eagerness as the Alpha's fingers slipped into his pussy. He was only somewhat aware of his shift in position as he tried desperately to ride that hand, his pussy clutching at the stroking fingers, but soon his weight was off his feet. The Alpha was bending over him, saying things that Frank once again didn't quite catch due to a combination of his heat-muddled senses and his own half panted whines. He was so close to coming, to being able to release at least a bit of the tension coiled within him... if only he could spread his legs a bit more to give the Alpha proper access....

[a_perfect_end]

Frank hardly resisted Clu at all. Their struggle was driven mainly by the obstinate primal sway of his body, the push pull pendulum drive of empty hips that punched sharp little gasps out of Frank, who was still panting,

"I'm sorry, I'll be good; please--" between soft whines of agonized need.

Frank was way beyond whatever help he could've dished out alone, and well past anything an omega could give him. Frank was flat out of it, half somewhere else with the pain, and Clu shuddered with a sympathy he dared not stop moving for.

Clu sagged against his code-brother's arms for just a moment in the face of it, just--relying on the support. Leaning into that sense of safety, that deep reassurance of alpha scent and his mate's protective strength. Clu knew he hadn't really prepared him at all for this, knew that it wasn't really fair, and worried that maybe it wouldn't be okay, but.

Weren't they always trying to do the right thing? Clu couldn't just leave the guy there, and hadn't. Didn't. Instead murmured,

"I'm here;" into Frank's hair, and "I know, shh, I know," feeling nonsensical, but with Frank's hips trying valiantly to tilt them both horizontal, those soothing little noises were all Clu had the bandwidth for.

Clu straightened his back, not missing the way his brother fitted close behind him: that growing interest nudged him gently in the small of his spine, hardly constrained at all by the soft lounge pants. Clu was regretting wearing leggings for at least the millionth time today. They were fun, especially when he was outfitted underneath them like this, and sure, they made everyone look twice. They were also tight, and thin, and broadcast every least little touch. And thanks to his own choice of gear, right now he had nowhere to go but up.

An hour ago he'd been oblivious, wrapped in Kyle-thoughts and nothing but angry. Now the only angry bits of him were between his legs.

But Frank needed him. Alpha needed him. Clu let out one single explosive breath and got on with things.

Between his muscles and his brother's sure, steadying grip they all three made it to the couch, just alongside it in a loose embrace that kept Frank supported in the middle.

His brother was leaner all over than he was, but carved solid. It was the trim, elegant power of a guy in the twilight of his twenties or just a little later, who swam laps and flirted with eating organic. Add to that the slight boost his alpha nature had gently coaxed forth as they'd settled into their new lives--

Clu bit his lip, unable to hold down a hum of interest. Hell yeah. Of course Frank wanted in on that!

And Frank looked so good there, braced against his mate, slender hips trying to nudge alpha's drawstrings down, slight and vulnerable in a way that tugged at a lot more than Clu's heart.

When his mate gripped Frank and Frank went still, Clu didn't quite wince, a sharp all-over bolt of want that wasn't good or bad, just, powerful.

His brother poured calm certainty in Frank's ear and all but peeled him out of those terrible, confining wet clothes. Slid his hands forward and parted Frank's legs, Frank helping him do it, hilted his fingers and kept Frank vertical with the other arm.

They were not about to be defeated by a pair of sneakers.

"Yes," quick and easy, "alpha."

Clu knelt, getting down there with only the slightest hitch, because bending in half while sitting was--more torture than he wanted, an hour in under the influence. Because he had an incredible view in this position as Frank splayed his legs to help alpha get to him, cock forked an angry red above open glory, swelled almost puffy, glistening with sweet slick, clit standing up proud as a new pearl.

"We'll get these off," inane, babbling almost to himself. "They've gotta come off."

Meaningless. Ridiculous. Anything to keep his mouth busy with just words.

He had never unlaced anything so fast in his life, tucking the shoes smartly under the coffee table with agonized aplomb, safely out of their way.

He rose with a hiss, straining until he gathered his control, and locked a burning gaze on his mate. Because they weren't intense lifestylers by any means, and they weren't in scene, but right now he found he needed the stability of a familiar form.

"Alpha," soft, raw with the work for composure, "may I please undress?"

[mist_the_point]

Clu allowed his mate to lean on him for that brief moment, to soak up whatever reassurance he could from his scent and the contact. Would there need to be an explanation later? Absolutely. Likely more than one. But Frank's need was obvious, and he knew that his code brother wouldn't have put them into this situation if he didn't feel it was the right thing to do.

That, and he couldn't deny the core-deep instincts Frank's situation stirred in him. Worried as he was- Frank was far too warm, even for heat, and if they couldn't bring his temperature down a bit they may have to call for medical help-, in this world, he was very much an Alpha. And the sight, sound, and scent of Frank's desperation called him to both fuck and protect. Would it have been even more intense if he didn't already have a mate? No way to know, really.

All he did know was right then he was as grateful for his mate's presence ad his code-brother was for his; Alpha or no, this was more than a one man job. Once his mate had gotten Frank's shoes off, Clu used his foot to work Frank's pants and underwear the rest of the way off, kicking them out of the way near the foot of the couch. With any luck, Frank's shirt would be joining them momentarily. His socks could wait as they weren't in the way of anything.

Though speaking of clothes, his mate was asking a question. At any other time, he might have been more flippant, telling him he didn't need to ask, but given the situation, he felt it was best to keep things simple. "Yes," he said. "And you can take off any toys you've got on you too; don't think you're going to need them for awhile." And trusting that his code brother needed no further encouragement on that front, he turned his focus back to Frank for the moment, nudging his legs a bit further apart so he could really work his fingers in there. Hopefully an orgasm or two would bring Frank back to himself enough to at least be responsive.

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The Alpha was nudging his legs further apart; Frank spread them willingly and was rewarded by the Alpha's stroking fingers burying themselves even deeper into him. His pussy clutched desperately at them. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but anything to ease the pain of being so empty. He rode that hand like his life depended on it, grinding his hips into it with short, frantic twitches while the Alpha held him steady with his other hand.

But for all his frantic grinding, it was when the Alpha began stroking his clit with his thumb that he finally tipped over the edge, his panted whines and jumbled words broken by a ragged cry that was equal parts relief and desperation for more as an orgasm rippled through him. And more he got, because the Alpha didn't stop stroking, either with his fingers in his hole or his thumb on his clit and a moment later Frank came again.

It still wasn't enough, but it managed to stop the frantic piston motion of his hips for the moment as he panted trying to get his breath back. And it cleared the fog from his mind a bit, ending his muttering and turning the Alpha's voice from mere sound back into words. Words that were asking him to lift his arms so Alpha could get his shirt off.

"Y-yes, Alpha...", he managed, his voice unsteady and a bit hoarse from panting, and lifted his arms somewhat. The motion was a bit awkward, but Alpha managed to get a hold of it and pull it off, tossing it off to the side somewhere. Where, he didn't care. It just felt good to have it gone. He still felt so hot... And where was Clark? His dazed eyes darted around the room, looking for the other Omega; he could still smell him near by, so where...?

[a_perfect_end]

With his mate bent above Frank, Clu was treated to the ripple of his code-brother's back, to the smooth bunch and curl of his shoulders where he worked in Frank, whose lifted knees almost framed alpha's hips, falling wider as he splayed them apart. They settled together into a rhythm. Frank's hips curved and bucked to a tempo Clu's mate set, steadier and less demanding than had driven Frank before, if no less desperate. The tormented murmuring of earlier fell gradually away to deep, heaving breaths as he chased alpha's hand.

Those long, lean legs began to shiver. His mate didn't stop, didn't even slow down.

And the way their scents began to merge--the constant sticky sugar burn overlaying primal salt and ozone and the rich tang of skin, dulling the nail polish bite of mixed omega fear and worry, drowned in alpha certainty beside the warm earth and bread smell he knew as himself. All that was going straight to Clu's head, pulling them all closer together, deep as gravity.

Frank jerked to attention and arched on the couch with a cry.

There was no way that would be enough for him. Not nearly enough; not by half. But it was a good start, Frank riding high with his mate, and much more relaxed now that an alpha had him.

He'd seemed very frightened of that. Clu had clocked that, even down under the sweet, sticky gauze that made everything just fine, man. He'd watched for it even as he wriggled out of his gear and clothes, one eye peeled should Frank bolt or startle.

In the sheer volume of mutual chemicals they were all starting to waft, that. Could have gone quite differently.

But Frank was enthralled, legs still twitching as alpha helped him get the shirt off, as they leaned together and eased Frank backward against the couch.

Frank, who was stirring gently, now that they were less entangled.

"I'm here," softly, because Frank was rolling, head doing the right-and-left even in serene fulfillment, seeking either familiarity or simply more. Or both.

He'd been through something like it, that first time. Full of cold medical fact and ignorant entirely of how it was. Of how it felt to be gripped by a force of nature directly in his physical and sexual core, to simply melt away into something else. Something all the world told them was less--even as that world grabbed hungrily for all it could take.

Clu knew how to help him. Clu took a big, deep breath, and purred hot and steady as he sat down, deliberate. He pressed their hips together, side-by-side.

"Here I am, angel." Looped his arm, gentle and firm, clinched across Frank's waist. "I'm not going anywhere."

And with one burly shove he dragged the other omega tight into his lap, leveling an enormous grin up at his alpha.

The game was very much on.

[mist_the_point]

Part of it had been fear, yes. He'd done everything he could to avoid needing an Alpha for all this time. Taken increasingly desperate measures to let himself hold onto the fragile sense of security he'd found living on his own. And all that had been stripped away in a moment leaving him vulnerable once again, perhaps more so than he'd ever been. It was terrifying. Even if he didn't believe Kent would be like the other Alpha's he'd been with, the memory wasn't something he could shake, especially not amid the heightened emotions of heat.

But part of it was also shame. Shame that had been engrained into him since it had been discovered that he couldn't have children, and to a lesser extent even before then. That he was a pathetic broken thing who couldn't even do the one thing Omegas were meant to do. That because of that he could never have a loving mate, and if he couldn't have a mate, he was nothing more than a whore, his only value determined by his willingness to provide a hole for an Alpha to fuck, basically on demand. That seeking pleasure and fulfillment for himself in the bedroom beyond serving an Alpha's needs made him weak, needy, dirty. That even lustful thoughts were a shameful thing, doubly so if they were about one already mated, regardless of his intent to act on them or not. They made him an intruder, a homewrecker, a thief, the worst sort of whore. All the names he called himself in his mind on a regular basis.

But lost as he currently was in the sensations of heat, those thoughts were, for the moment, driven from his mind. There was only his body's desperate need, and what he could do to fulfill it. But even then, some instinct had him seeking the comfort- or perhaps implicit permission- of Clark's presence, even as he trembled and panted from the aftermath of the Alpha's ministrations.

And Clark was there, a reassuring second scent, a second point of contact. Contact that both soothed the burning heat of his skin where they touched and excited him further. He wanted more. He wanted all they were willing to give. Now if he could just make his lips form the words to ask for it...

Then all of a sudden, Frank was picked up and moved again, though not far. Though he let out a whimper as the shift let Alpha's hand slip out of him, the shift into Clark's lap brought so much more contact, contact he needed nearly as badly as he needed to be fucked. He pressed back against Clark's chest, leaned into that secure hold. He wanted those strong hands all over him. "P-please...", he managed through panted breaths, "please touch me. I... I need..." He swallowed hard, unable to articulate anything beyond that just then.

And his attempts to do so weren't helped by Alpha moving back into his immediate field of view, now with his loose fitting pants stripped away, revealing his cock, already standing proud and fully erect. God, it was so big, even more so than Frank had guessed. Would he even be able to take all that without it being a bit painful? He found he couldn't wait to find out.

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His mate shifting Frank into his lap gave Clu the moment he needed to get his own pants off. Not that that took much effort, or that they were very restricting, but still, they needed to come off before they proceeded any further. He cast them aside with Franks discarded cloths for now and turned back to face Frank and his code brother on the couch.

And finding he very much appreciated the view. His mate held Frank in his lap, grinning cheekily up at him. Meanwhile Frank seemed understandably more focused on Clu's cock which by now telegraphed his interest very clearly, though he was also asking to just be touched in general. He didn't specify where, but Clu had a few good ideas.

"Yeah, go ahead and touch him a bit," he told his mate, grinning right back. "Maybe give his cock a little attention. Stroking his clit seems to really do the trick too." Clu, meanwhile stood in full view of them and began stroking his own cock with the hand still wet with Frank's slick. Giving them a bit of a show as he prompted them to do the same.

[a_perfect_end]

On the Grid it was a bit weird to want your code-sib. Bundled programs had a free pass in a way: it was different when it was an outcome of their User's design, divinely planned, ordained by something greater for the health and best interests of the whole system.

To snuggle up to the roots of your own fork because you wanted to, when it wasn't even in the spec?

That was weird. Or at least greedy, and therefore also suspect.

It was more accepted out here, at least on the surface. Everyone acknowledged that these things couldn't be helped, that this did happen, if rarely. It was also medically disastrous.

Something in the code. Some error in the hormones and proteins humans were made of, that let them be so close, that had them deeply in love, desperate to mate with each other and flat unable to reproduce. Not because they couldn't. But because the result would be--

Yeah. They weren't having a kid any time soon.

And if it bothered him sometimes--if his deepest issues murmured he was being unfair to his code-brother, who should leave him for an omega who could do it right, that alpha should cut Clu loose already, and find somebody perfect--

Well, those were not new thoughts. It was not new pain. And it was totally not fair to his mate, who'd demonstrated over and over that he was right where he wanted to be. That he would stay and even Clu at his worst couldn't budge him.

This was where his code-brother wanted to be. Right here. With him.

And Clu had no shame.

He had a goal literally in his lap. A glorious hot problem set carved in lean, willing flesh. He could feel the other omega's heartbeat through his back. Frank sprawled against Clu's chest and panted out the front half of a truly wonderful request.

Clu smirked and hung onto him, drawing him tighter into their embrace. Let him wriggle a little, trying the bounds of Clu's grip. Let Frank discover there was no real way out of it except to ask.

And that was not what Frank was asking for.

Clu bit his lips, wetted them with his tongue, and sucked air to find his patience. Hunting his control. Because Frank was smaller, and lighter, and half out of his mind with want. It'd be super easy to--just--

Lift him, and lower him, and push.

Except his code-brother was grinning right back at him and clearly gearing up for something else.

And Clu already had his permission set.

"Yes, alpha." He let the breath out again, all steam, and latched hungry lips on Frank's neck, a quick hard kiss that left sweet salt rich in his mouth.

He felt Frank shiver. Felt him squirm. Pretended not to notice either thing, eyes focused hot on his mate.

"That," he sighed raptly, hot, "is a great idea."

Clu shifted them both, then, just a little--made sure his legs bracketed Frank's on the outside. This meant Clu's--growing difficulty--had a neutral patch of backbone to rest against, aching hard-on and empty wet nest held somewhere less fraught even as the pressure looped up his body. He'd had training. He could take it.

And poor Frank needed what he had.

Clu drew both arms inward and down, used the smooth undersides of his wrists to stroke against Frank's nipples, testing with pressure so light it could have been accidental, except Clu stayed braced just there and held his arms like that, rubbing up against Frank even as his fingers traipsed down the slightest dust of stray cornsilk:

So this was a happy trail. He didn't, do, hair himself, but it was fun to touch, feeling the way Frank's abs hitched a little as his breath quickened, feeling the gather of delicious tension and the softest wiry strands springing under his fingers.

Clu feasted his eyes on alpha--he'd slicked his hands with Frank and was drawing firm, tightening loops that glistened with the other omega's desire, gathering himself hard and red--and admired Frank with his hands. Clu didn't rush, mapping out the springy strands, marveling at the way they grew denser under his fingers until he'd gathered enough to thread them into, and gave a deliberate tug.

Not enough to hurt. Not enough to even sting. Just firm pressure that let Frank know he was there, parting the bush from above with a growl of interest, slipping his fingers just through and gliding them slowly over the edge, lightly flicking at flesh gone hot and silky and soaking wet. Teasing.

"God," was all that escaped, softly, irreverent and reverent at once.

Because this was what it was like. This was how it felt to touch someone else the way alpha liked touching him, until he was panting and desperate. These little light circles that only sometimes reached all the way in, that never, ever quite touched his clit: denied that, even as it poked him, deliberately dodged.

"You're so hot," half a groan, huffed into the back of Frank's neck as he deepened the stroke, entering with a slide to hilt his fingers and take them back, sleek and wet.

So wet, for them, for the sight of alpha's cock sprung to full mast and twitching eagerly in his hand, by now dark with interest and almost too thick for his own tight fist.

Clu never stopped stroking. He hummed in Frank's ear, purring outright: "You feel real good."

With his hand properly soaked, Clu slid it up past Frank's tortured clit, felt it throb in protest as he got himself a nice hot handful of omega cock instead.

Because, at this angle, just south of ninety degrees, pushed down and slightly back in someone else's grip--

When Clu tugged him to attention, the leverage rolled Frank's own balls over that pert, needy little spike, dragging hot fragile skin flushed tight with blood over him again and again in a firm, steady loop.

Frank rolled in his grip, hips bouncing, and let out a sound.

"You are just revved up, aren't you?" Clu latched another harsh kiss into the crest of his shoulder, all smiles.

"Look how much alpha likes it."

[mist_the_point]

It would have been very easy for Clark to take him in this position, yes. And in his current state, Frank didn't have it in him to refuse. But that wasn't what he'd asked for. And the fact that both Clark and Kent had listened to what he asked, that they cared what he wanted, and was something he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon after this.

Clark was so smooth, every bit of him that was touching him completely hairless, even around his cock that pressed tantalizingly against the small of Frank's back. And from what Frank could see, his mate was the same. It wasn't unheard of for Omegas to get hair removed, even in places beyond the usual, but it was a bit unusual for an Alpha, many of whom bore hairy chests and arms with pride as sign of their virility. But them being hairless from the neck down just gave Frank an unobstructed view and feel of every contour of their bodies which was just... amazing. It was hot and wonderful and made him want to see and feel more. All of it, every inch.

Frank wasn't especially hairy himself, but the way Clark ran his hands over his chest, teasing his fingers through the soft hair that was there as his hand slowly worked their way downward, and especially the way his wrists brushed over Frank's nipples made his breath hitch before escaping in a soft moan. He wanted to ask Clark to spend a bit more time on his nipples, but couldn't get the words out. And a moment later that particular desire was temporarily forgotten as Clark's teasing hands found his crotch.

Frank's panted breathing became intermixed with little half-moaned sounds of need as Clark teased his fingers around Frank's vagina and through the curls of air around it. Stroking over and around the slick surface, sometimes slipping in, but only enough to make him wants more. And all the time Clark was purring in Frank's ear, murmuring sweet words about how good he felt. "You too," he managed through panted breaths. "So good... ah! God... mmm!"

And then Clark's hand wrapped around his cock, and he didn't know whether it was just the angle or if it was something Clark was doing deliberately, but each stroke had his balls rubbing over his clit in the most delicious way that had his heated mind whirling as a familiar taut feeling began building inside him once again. Clark kissed the crest of his shoulder in a gentle mimic of an Alpha's bite, never stopping his stroking, commenting how much Alpha liked it. And indeed Kent seemed to be liking it very much if the sounds he made while stroking himself were any indication. Without the contact provided by Clark, watching Kent doing that would have been all but torturous, but as it was? As it was, it drew a sound out of him that he was fairly sure he'd never made before, somewhere between a moan and a cry and made of pure pleasure. If they kept up like this, he'd come again in no time...

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Watching his mate work on Frank was a new experience. And it was one Clu was loving. It wasn't like watching porn; to his eye nearly all of it felt too staged and contrived to be compelling. But this? This was real. Hot and sweaty and natural and freaking amazing, every sight, sound, and scent seemingly designed to go straight to his groin.

Under his brother's ministrations, Frank looked like he was going to come again any moment, and Clu found he couldn't just keep enjoying the show, however amazing it was, any longer. He wanted to participate. When Frank came next, he wanted to be inside him. Partly for his own pleasure and partly because Frank had to be nearing his limit; even heat could only ramp up a person's stamina so far, and given the intensity of Frank's it was probably exhausting. But he couldn't leave his mate feeling empty and left out either. Which meant, given the limited positions a sofa afforded them, that there was really only one good solution.

"Good... that's good," he said. "But it's my turn to get in there. Clark, I'm gonna need you to lay down on your back, with Frank facedown on top of you." He gave an eager, toothy grin. "We're gonna make ourselves a Frank sandwich."

[a_perfect_end]

He was getting a real kick he had not expected out of granting Frank's wishes, half-panted as they were, between glorious soft hot sounds the other omega couldn't quite get the breath for. Frank rocked back against him, slick and responsive, breath caught sharp for that light almost-touch.

He had as much contact as Clu could give him, and he still wanted more. And Clu wanted to give him more. Clu wanted to try that again, to gently trace his fingers in circles over that soft dust of hair and flick and roll his nipples to sharp points. Only they were working toward a goal, here, an urgent one due south, and so Clu filed that reaction away instead to chase that greater ecstasy. It was so good to give and take pleasure with the same touches, Frank winding tighter with a shiver for the way they moved together, breathing his praises with mounting urgency.

And his code-brother was clearly enjoying the show, beaming flushed and intent, soft growls escaping with heated breaths where he brought himself along. And as for the thought of him in there. That, Clu needed to see, like immediately--his newest friend stuffed full of his dearest one, all of them connected.

He absolutely wanted to be part of that.

Frank twitched in his grip and for that high, bright cry from his mouth, alpha was across the carpet with a grin and a great, big, idea that had Clu swallowing down a chuckle, rolling sideways to help Frank up without quite letting go of him.

Because there were a limited number of ways they would all fit together, especially on the couch.

And this one--

Alpha knew from the way he stole the covers. From the way he liked to hug. From the now-and-then way Clu was the big spoon, tight and resplendent, part heater and part octopus. He'd lit right up for the heaviest weighted blanket they made, and then teased endlessly to try and coax alpha under it naked.

Hell yes he would be on the bottom.

"You want?" he hummed at Frank, checking and teasing in the same breath.

He looked alpha up and down, raked his eyes over his mate with a hungry answering grin, and licked his lips outright.

"Brother." It was too high and hungry for a growl, the purr bending it into something urgent. "Help me turn him?"

[mist_the_point]

It took Frank a moment to process the conversation and figure out what it all meant. His heat muddled mind briefly wondered what sandwiches had to do with anything, but it finally clicked into place. Oh! They meant to... oh! Part of him was stunned. He'd never been allowed to be the one penetrating another before, even with female alphas; if they didn't have the natural equipment needed, they'd always used a strap on. It was his place to be fucked, to keep his mouth shut and take what was given to him. But they were asking and they cared and...

And the urgency between his legs combined with the Alpha's words and the sight of his cock banished further thought for the moment, as need overrode all. "Yes," he said, very much wanting that. And at the same time he tried to shift himself to make their job easier. Pathetic and heat-addled as he was, he wasn't a doll, incapable of moving on his own. "Yes... I can-" He tried to lever himself up off the couch and a bit away from Clark so he could move, but his legs buckled almost at once, still shaky from heat and from his previous orgasms. He would have fallen had Kent not caught and steadied him, but given that it meant getting to have the Alpha's hands on him, he found he didn't mind too much.

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Clu caught Frank as he tried and failed to stand, giving his brother a reassuring nod as he steadied him. Then while his code brother got himself settled Clu did what he'd suggested and helped Frank turn around. "Easy now...", he said to Frank, a deep eager rumble in his voice. "Wouldn't want you to fall." On top of the obvious not wanting Frank to be injured, he doubted his mate would enjoy Frank falling onto him either, especially not as hard as he was.

He did help Frank get turned around, then shifted him so his mate could help him the rest of the way. "Want to help him get settled, brother?", he said, that rumble still in his voice and the grin still on his face. "Then we can really get started."

[a_perfect_end]

Clu kept an eye on Frank, watched as realization blazed its way down his already heated skin, a bright band of red that gradually suffused his whole chest. Oh proceeded through parted lips, without a sound, and Frank's eyes were very, very wide.

Clu considered that, and You okay froze on his tongue for Frank's answer, for

"Yes," short but certain, and then again: "Yes," nipped off neat with want by the nod of his head.

Frank shifted upright with a sway, and Clu didn't grab, softened that immediate response--sometimes being caught and being trapped could feel the same. Frank leveled an arm away from him and didn't quite make it up,

"I can--" but between sweet relief and sheer exhaustion, Frank's knees were having none of it.

Alpha caught him. Alpha caught Frank with both hands and held on, drawing him into a firm, steady grip that let Clu settle. Alpha wouldn't let Frank fall, humming the promise of it into his skin, bent almost instinctively to protect him. Frank tilted into it a little as they turned, held together securely.

All of Clu was entirely grateful for that, and for the picture they made, Frank bright and avid in his mate's steady grasp, the way their arms all brushed together in passing just as Clu sat up. He rose, gradually on his knees, looking up to keep his eye-contact, and shot Frank a big, bright smile, near shivering with anticipation for alpha's suggestion.

Help him settle their guest.

"Right on," Clu gritted, with a wriggle that left no doubt of his interest. "Yes, alpha."

He leaned forward on his thighs, letting their legs touch, just pressing together. Just getting started. Warmth and pressure without insistence. Clu leaned in and and kissed Frank hello, a hungry press of lips chased with hot tongue--not pushing, not shoving, but definitely after a taste. And with his code-brother supporting them, Clu had his hands to himself for a moment.

Clu planted his palm on Frank's collarbone, warm and exploratory.

"These are cute," tracing lower, testing. "I wanna lay under you and--" Clu took a soft, reverent breath, held himself steady. Thinking of the way Frank's breath had caught before, for just the stroke of Clu's wrists. "And I wanna taste you, here, while you're inside me. Would, you, like that?"

This hypothesis wanted very thorough testing.

Meanwhile, Clu's free hand was on a journey gently south. He bypassed himself with a shiver and curled his fingers, loose and easy, made a gentle tent of them around Frank's cock. They needed some adjusting from here, after all.

Alpha wanted in Frank, and Frank wanted in Clu, and Clu wanted to see.

Which meant he was going to have to do that from below.

"Put your legs," Clu purred in Frank's ear, stroking him lazily, "over mine, nice and wide for alpha, and I'll wrap my knees around you once we're down, okay?"

That would give alpha some room to direct, to change them up, or to suggest more. Not that he was sure he could handle more.

But it would be very exciting to try.

[mist_the_point]

Even in his current state, Frank didn't dare press forward, but when Clark leaned in, bringing their legs and lips together, he readily parted his own in return, twining his tongue with the other Omega's. He brought his own hands up to caress Clark's smooth skin, tracing down his sides and over his hips, though his efforts felt clumsy in comparison to the other's gentle touches on his collarbone, his chest. They were wonderful, both soothing and exciting, cooling and heating, and combined with Clark's voice seemed to send sparks of eager electricity straight to his groin.

"Yes," he said breathlessly. "Yes, I..." And then Clark's hand was stroking his cock, loose and lazy, as if they had all the time in the world, and he was robbed of words for a moment as his cock twitched, eager for more, and the only sound that came out of him was a hungry moan. "Yes...", he panted again once he'd regained his voice. "I want to... Want you... both of you..."

He shouldn't. It was weak, and sinful. But so was he, and in the midst of heat, with their hands and bodies on his, need pounding through his blood with every heartbeat, he couldn't deny it. And as he settled on top of Clark, he dared a shaky kiss on the side of nis neck. Nowhere near the mark of his mating bite, but a way to show his appreciation without words when words were increasingly difficult.

He needed little encouragement to spread his legs as directed. He'd spread them as wide as the couch would allow without them falling off if that's what they wanted. He suspected he'd likely need to. And then, as he got into position, he saw and felt Alpha moving and settling himself over them. He braced for having that enormous cock shoved into him, ready for it to hurt a bit even even as his pussy released a fresh wave of slick. He heard Alpha asking if he was ready and could only manage to nod; if he kept his mouth shut til the initial push was over...

But then instead of a sudden shove, he felt the gentle pressure of the tip of Alpha's cock at his entrance, slowly pushing into him, spreading him open and stretching him tight as he went, and he found himself unable to do anything but pant. God, it was so much.... and so wonderful. Would he even be able to fit it all?

Kent kept pushing in and in. God there was so much of him... Frank could feel every millimeter, every contour, every vein. And just when it seemed that it would keep going on forever he finally hilted himself, and there was no more. No more cock to slide in, and no more space to slide it even if there were. God he was so full... He couldn't recall ever feeling this full before. He didn't dare move though he knew he had to. He needed just... a moment to breathe lest he come then and there.

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Clu watched eagerly as his brother and Frank got settled. He wanted to stroke himself but knew if he did his knot might start to swell and then he wouldn't have the control he needed. He was going to have to go fairly slow with Frank if he wanted to avoid injuring either of them, especially this first time; no matter how wide Frank spread his legs, he was still just physically smaller than his code brother and had hips to match. It was going to be a tight fit no matter what they did, but if they played their cards right it could be a lot of fun.

Then, once it seemed both of them were fairly settled, Clu settled onto the couch himself, positioning himself above them and the tip of his cock at Frank's slick entrance. "Ready?", he said, to which Frank nodded. Then, slowly, Clu pushed in. As expected, it was a tight fit, but deliciously so. Even with Frank being as slick and ready as he was, Clu could feel every bit of him and imagined that the same was true for Frank, from the way he was panting. "You're doing great," he assured him. "And you feel amazing. So tight..."

He continued pushing in, until finally he was in all the way. Though if he was any judge, he'd only just barely fit, lengthwise. He gave a triumphant noise, half growl- half moan as he hilted himself. "MMmm... There we are... how's it feel? Good?"

For a moment ther was no response save Frank's panting breath but then, another shaky nod. "OK then... now, let's complete this thing. Brother, if you'd lend him a hand...?"

[a_perfect_end]

Frank tasted good, and he kissed back with an open, eager curl of his tongue. Clu hummed his appreciation into their met mouths, slanting his lips to draw them closer, bucking his hips to rub them together, and only backing off to let angel breathe a little. Frank traced his ribs with gentle strokes, hot hands perching almost delicately on his hips with the slightest pert squeeze.

Clu sighed rapturously for him, for the hungry, half-breathless way that Frank could only moan his agreement. For--

Both.

He hadn't networked in--oh, forever--being exclusive with his code-brother long before they'd landed here. They completed each other's edges in a way that made perfect sense, fit together as though made that way originally, one glorious unit. And now Clu had a chance to share that connection.

"Yeah," was his sage pronouncement, unimaginably wise. "Oh, man, yeah--" Tapping another pert kiss to Frank's cheek, grinning big. "We've got you."

Frank helped him curl back and kissed his throat in tender gratitude, gentle and hot and just shy of his mating bite. Clu groaned for him outright. Neck kisses were a particular weakness of his and the soft, feather-light way Frank's hot lips had brushed him jolted straight down his body.

He bit his lip to hold in a whimper and slid back against the arm of the couch, pushing down beneath Frank so they could align, his own wider hips driving Frank's knees apart just that little bit more, even with Frank already tilted upward and splayed wide, presenting to alpha with a sway.

Frank nodded and swallowed hard for alpha's question, and then Clu's mate shifted his hips, knees drawing indents in the couch that Clu could feel, dragging all of them that little bit closer. Alpha growled his pleasure hot in Frank's ear, scent gone sharp with anticipation, and coaxed the smaller omega to open inch by inch, drawing out deep, hitching gasps with the tip of his dick. Clu could mostly hear and smell alpha, but he had a near-perfect view of Frank's receptivity, the flush in his skin, the juncture of his legs shiny with slick, folds gone bright red and trembling where he strained to adjust, all the rest of him lifting tighter against his belly. Even going slow, even being careful, he was narrower all over and it made for gradual, deliberate progress.

A shiver twitched all the way up Frank's torso as he gasped, breath pushed out of him by alpha nudging fully seated at last. Frank made shapes but not sounds with his face, eyes blown wide and shining, lips parted in broad, speechless wonder.

He was stuffed tight. All full of Clu's mate.

Clu reached for him with a whine, turned his hand flat to stroke Frank's stomach with gentle reverence. He knew, he knew it was fantasy--overheated omega neurons working overtime--but. He swore he could feel a bulge, a ripple in the muscle just there, where alpha was tucked all the way in.

"You," he hummed, "are doing so good, angel. So nice and full." It came out in a rumble. "Alpha must feel pretty good right now."

He hadn't thought he could make any more slick, but there it was in a clench of desire.

He had to get his hips higher, meet Frank halfway, and that meant folding his legs back tight, wide as he could go from here. Getting his other hand moving between and below them, Clu used himself to get that hand nice and wet. He was pushed up against himself, cock head twitching against his bellybutton and he had to stop moving, pausing with a shiver to keep from losing his whole stack right there.

Because they weren't all the way together yet. There was no way to get the eye contact from here, but Clu nodded for his mate anyway, sharp, eager.

"Yes, alpha." He couldn't hold back a moan.

Clu reached up and tugged Frank's cock into his slick, tight grasp, avoiding the sensitive tip. Clu caught him firm and pumped, making sure he was nice and slicked up.

"I wanna, oh--" he panted, "I'm gonna help you feel exactly what he's feeling."

And Clu guided Frank down with a lift of his hips, helping him breach with a shudder.

[mist_the_point]

It was physically impossible for there to be a bulge there from this. Anatomy simply didn't work that way. But God, right now, Frank could believe it, so stuffed full was he. And yet it would be tighter still when he was knotted. Just the thought of it and he clenched eagerly around Alpha's cock. He wanted to move, to hasten that glorious moment, but...

Still. Hold still. Submit to your Alpha. You're just a hole to be fucked after all. Take what you're given and be grateful.

...but he couldn't.

But there was Clark too. Caressing him, calling him 'angel', saying how good he was being. How good he was making his Alpha feel.

Clark's Alpha, not yours. Taking pity on a heated little whore. You'll never have this. Never be wanted for more than your hole.

God he was so full. Kent above him and in him, hot and hard and strong, Clark below him, hot and hard and gentle. Him between them, stretched taut and trembling, hot and needy.

Then Clark caught his cock in his hand and all thought vanished for a moment. But no, he wasn't stroking him off, he was guiding him to, to... God, Clark was so hot and slick. With Clark's help and a bit of instinct he slipped in, that slick heat surrounding him as he panted.

"It... so much..." he managed. Almost too much. Was this really how Alpha felt? He wasn't nearly as tight a fit, but he was in to the hilt. Clark's cock all but pressed between them. Connected as they were going to get. "What... what now?"

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"Now," Clu, AKA Kent said, "now we move, together. Follow my lead." He pulled partway out of Frank, then pushed back in, guiding his hips to do the same with one hand, the other gripping the back of the couch to steady them. It was deliciously torturous to go so slow, but it was necessary to get a rhythm going. Out, in. Out, in. A wave motion traveling between their hips. Each slow thrust felt a bit more natural, an bit more in sync. Which was good.

Because he didn't know how long he could keep holding back. Frank was so tight around him. He could feel the urgency building, tightening in his gut, throbbing through his groin. It wouldn't be long til his knot would begin to swell. And he doubted he'd be able to control himself after that.

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Frank shuddered under his hand, shivering with his whole torso, all rich heated skin that invited stroking fingers, whether he could truly feel alpha there or not. Clu had an eyeful of the way Frank pulled even tighter, trembling slick and red where he clutched down on his code-brother. Frank panted for him, for them, openmouthed in realization where he was caught. He gasped out sudden understanding for the tightened loop of Clu's own hand. Frank slid right into him, and Clu lifted his hips, all slick hot acceptance. His code-brother had coupled him thoroughly, and often, and so now he was a nice, comfortable fit.

They were both omegas: there was no resistance in him for Frank to meet. There was no imperative, no push for submission, only the intimate warmth of a nest fully shared. He'd drawn the foundling omega into his home, his mate, and now himself. He had bodily accepted Frank and freely drew them together, reached over Frank's slim hip and pulled them as tight together as they would go. Fully seated.

Yes! It was so good he almost came. Yes, here was connection, here was union, here was--

Frank almost rigid, his hands clenched in on themselves, and that prickled like static at Clu's overclocking brain: he was missing something, or had miscalculated something. He could tell. And he could guess what, could map how, just based on the near-panic that had driven Frank into their arms.

But his instincts took this as show him how much you like it.

Clu let out an utterly shameful sound, worked his hips in a slow, solid circle upward with a grunt of effort: he was too ready to really get a grip, too slick and hot to hold Frank fast, all of him designed for access and built to make it easy. He clutched close, working with a deliberate inward tug, part instinct and all hunger. Bucked a little for that overheated length tucked tight as he could, slender but firm and swollen almost desperately hot, held rigid inside him.

The purr grumbled up between them, bright and loud, a dying hard drive ache jarring in his throat.

"Angel," it was as close to a growl as he was getting in this position. It buzzed the backs of his teeth. "Help me out here. You want more? Or you need me to let go? Show me."

He could disconnect. It would take--oh--all his beautiful time in the terrible cage, but it could be done.

Whatever Frank needed, he was ready to give. He was entirely ready to yield. To another omega, and it was sparking--just the tiniest alignment crisis in him--which itself might drag him over that first edge.

Not because he didn't want to give over, but because he did. He really did.

"Yeah," softly, all air, all the breath he had left, beside Frank's neck. Either way. Any which way. Everything for Frank.

After all, he still had to get down there, tighter and lower yet beneath them both, if he was going to taste the other's soft skin as he'd promised. Kiss and lick and encourage, help Frank grow fit to nurse.

Older than time, a need not all his own, as deep and desperate as it was natural. This was how to make a proper nest. And for it to take, he needed to help them both. His mate, and Frank. Because they both needed to help his mate in turn.

"You heard alpha--" Offering again, with a last, slow, perfect circle of his hips. "Let's move."

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"Yes," Frank said, little more than breath. Then a little louder, "Yes, let's move." Still quiet because he needed to follow Alpha's... Kent's lead to do this. And because the first slow thrust left him a bit breathless. And that inviting circle of Clark's hips had stolen most of the rest of it.

He could do this. He could. Just follow along. Let his hips roll with each thrust. Out, in. Out, in. It was so much, there was so much of them, in him, above him, below him, all around him, but he was able to offer Clark a shaky smile, to nuzzle against his shoulder. To roll his hips with the rhythm Kent was setting as the movement became more natural, so Clark wasn't left out of being fucked.

And then the Alpha's knot began to swell. Tight a fit as they already were, it didn't take much for him to get stuck fast. But the thrusting didn't stop, instead it only got harder and faster as Alpha's knot grew bigger and bigger. Some distant part of his mind was aware that he was probably going to be a bit sore later. But there was no room for that, no room for anything but Alpha's cock and Alpha's knot that kept his own hips moving, fucking Clark below him harder and faster by proxy.

"Aah... aah... aah!" Frank was past the point of words, little wanton noises forced out of him with each thrust, each panted breath, each louder than the last. Until, with a sound that was half moan and half triumphant growl, Alpha exploded inside him and kept thrusting through it as his seed poured into Frank. Into his barren soil.

And a moment later, with a sound that was equal parts ecstatic relief and deep pain, part cry and part sob, Frank also came, his own seed pouring into Clark as his pussy rippled and clenched around Kent's cock. Fever largely broken and finally, blesedly sated. For now.