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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[tanks4thememory]

Clu had only done what he did best, back on the Grid. The same sort of tricks he'd pulled on the MCP, but bigger and better, since he wasn't all on his own, not distracted by other missions. He'd been fully free to be the biggest bug in his younger brother's code and had taken full advantage of it. And he'd enjoyed doing it too, both in terms of the satisfaction that came from helping those who needed it, and in satisfying the urge to cause mischief that lurked in the code of every hacker.

He'd been defiant when first hauled before his code brother, ready to face his fate again like he had at the hands of the MCP. But instead of torture, a swift deresolution, or recoding, he'd been met with a proposition. His code brother needed the hacker's skills to try and undo the miss he'd made of the system in his mad quest to wipe out the ISOs. In return Clu would see not only his life and code integrity spared, but have the chance to act as a counterbalance. To pull his code brother away from a decision tree that led inevitably to nothing but destruction for all involved. What had started as a reluctant alliance had become more familiar, the more his code brother started acting like an actual admin, rather than a poor copy of the MCP. And eventually, he wound up in his code brother's bed.

He honestly wasn't sure how much his code brother recalled of their first downcycle spent together. The admin had consumed enough high grade energy to kill a less durable program, enough that even the admin's systems rebelled and finally made him purge the worst of it. Not trusting anyone else to do so, he'd hauled his code brother's overcharged ass to bed and lay down with him, intending at first to stay only long enough to make sure he entered sleep mode safely. But instead, he'd ended up with his code brother drunkenly clinging to him, confessing things Clu knew he'd never say sober, and wanting to be touched. Held. Loved.

Already practically crackling with charge, it hadn't taken much effort to bring him to overload the first time; an overload that was probably at least a little painful judging by the amount of static Clu had picked up from it. The second was much gentler though, and by the third, when Clu finally found his own overload, his code brother actually dropped into sleep mode. And Clu, tired and still a bit concerned, had opted to just power down next to him, privately deciding to keep what had happened that night to himself unless his code-brother- and only his code brother- asked for details.

He never really had. But they began spending the downcycles together fairly regularly after that, sometimes interfacing, sometimes not. And he never again saw his code brother trying to drink himself into oblivion.

Their lives in the User world seemed so far removed from that downcycle. But in some ways they weren't Clu still found himself wanting to take care of his code brother. And his code brother still found himself wanting- and occasionally really needing- to be taken care of. And not just for reasons of biology.

And this game? Was the perfect chance to do that, in more ways than one.

"No more eggs," he agreed with a bit of a wry smile. Given what his own first attempt at eggs had produced, he doubted his former-bachelor character had done much better. And the consequences would be a bit more dramatic with a pregnant omega in the house.

He hadn't missed that gasp, and his smile turned a bit teasing as he shifted more deliberately against her. Fitting them a bit more snuggly together than was strictly necessary, in hopes of seeing what else might pull at her.

He took a long, innocent sip of his cocoa, using the time to consider his response. "They're both lovely," he said. "Maybe 'Sarah' for a first name, and 'Marie' for a middle name, since 'Maria' doesn't quite fit in the middle?" Still enough of a difference to dodge the most loaded of the implications its base name carried.

[a_perfect_end]

Their first true coupling had a harsh bronze gauze over it in Clu's mind. Even back in the system, that night had pieces missing, and the loss was more pronounced out here. Users couldn't interlink their data--instead they relied on words, pictures, and video. It was nothing even close to the same fidelity. If Clu wanted a memory on the Grid, all he had to do was summon the file, however damaged or incomplete it was.

Out here it was so much easier to forget.

It didn't help that it wasn't something he rushed to remember. Even now, it stung with chagrin, between the desperate push for more energy and the certainty he would expire--the faint hope of it shivering through his every circuit, raw to the edge of melting.

But the overwhelming feel/taste/input of that much power? And the truly vile upcycle afterward was, ah. It was--

It had been an important lesson.

And his code-brother stayed.

Clu might not remember precisely why, or how, but he remembered his code-brother's help. Even now the soothing draw of that calming grip was clear in his mind, gentle and sure even as they'd begun to cling desperately together. Clu recalled perfectly the firm reassurance of his code-brother's full weight pressed close despite the fury of exchange. They'd booted up almost as one, still tangled together, and slipped into the same deep downcycle.

He would never forget that.

And gradually they found reasons to meet again, coordinating their free time so that it was spent in each other's company. Sometimes resting, sometimes not resting, which was how he'd discovered by degrees that yielding power was even better than taking it, and best when it was shared. Often, though, they just talked: about their ideas for the Grid, about their plans and partnership--and not, so much, about how it had started.

It thrummed between them not-quite-mentioned, not quite referenced, but always understood: here was safety. They could rely on each other.

His code-brother never pressed him for details, and Clu never touched the red again.

And his code-brother was still with him, even with that night a world away and long behind them. He'd stuck right by Clu through every strange thing they'd crashed through on the way here.

Clu was realizing that he would stay no matter what.

And if sometimes Clu asked for unusual things--if sometimes they played house with the curtains drawn, or if once in a while he made dinner in heels--if he needed to be taken care of in ways that were, very different, maybe that was okay.

Her lovely former bachelor did not seem to mind at all, nuzzled close, wry and contrite about the silly eggs.

"You're getting better," gently. "Your roast was great! We'll make a chef out of you yet."

And as for their little darling--she hummed against him, thinking.

"Sarah Marie?" Trying it, imagining the bright, ready smile and a wash of golden curls. Let them eat cake. "Oh, twice a princess. She'll break hearts with a name like that. It's perfect!"

He brushed up to her in a way that tugged, all over. Their hips swiveled together and she felt the pull in and below her swollen belly, everything impossibly heavy, thick with potential. Exquisite and unexpected.

There was a bright, spreading ache where she was getting ready to nurse, just where his shoulders encroached on hers.

He was all innocent smiles above his cocoa.

"You know, dear," she breathed, trying not to wiggle, "If you're, ah, feeling the squeeze, you--" Oh, the thought of more contact had her skin humming, "Ah, you just ought to fit in my lap."

Maybe. With a little effort.