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]

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.