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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[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.

[a_perfect_end]

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."

[mist_the_point]

"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.