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]

Far to go indeed. And getting there was half the fun.

His omega's slightly awkward kneeling position was perfectly acceptable. Clu didn't think he'd be able to manage a traditional kneeling posture without help, and as long as he wasn't in danger of injury from his legs buckling, Clu wasn't worried about specifics for now.

Plus, he doubted that his code brother would be still for long anyway. A fact that was confirmed when he activated the first two devices. His omega wiggled eagerly at the sensation of the bullet vibe, but he yelped and practically bounced when he turned on the butt plug.

Those moans and cries and pure, lustful, wanton noises coming out of his omega seemed to send little licks of fire straight down to his own cock. It throbbed, and Clu had bite back both another pleased growl and the desire to take himself in hand; he needed both hands at the moment. They weren't even properly started yet, after all.

A moment's pause, just enough time for his code brother to get slightly used to the new sensations driving him, then Clu turned on the vibrating cock cage. Then little nubs found new life as vibrations surrounded and pulsed through his omega's cock, both pleasuring and restraining. Driving him to become hard as a rock and preventing him from getting even close to it. Truly trapping his cock in a cage of pleasure.

And a moment after that Clu flicked on the vibrating dildo and completed the trap. There was nowhere his omega could shift to now that wouldn't sharpen the vibrations pulsing into him, and there was no way to focus on only one part of it to deal with the sensations piecemeal. Each device vibrated at a slightly different pace and in a slightly different pattern, meaning that while they didn't quite blend together, they still formed an inescapable web of sensation around his omega's hips and groin.

The Master had his toy exactly where he wanted him. And he intended to enjoy that situation as long as possible.

[a_perfect_end]

It took him a few tries, rhythmic bobbing that left him almost panting for breath, one long throb of want all down his harness, but he got himself spread enough to better take the strain. Sure. So what if alpha was humoring him a little? He had a moment; he could do this.

The cage shivered to life around him, and Clu jumped in place with a yelp.

"Hah!"

It was closing down on him, or he was pushing up on it: his cock wanted out and could not get there, the nubs rolling against him until every beat of his own blood was like a separate touch. It was the fine sharp drag of fingernails that wouldn't press down, wouldn't hurt him, but also absolutely were not letting him up all the way.

It was so tight.

"Ah," dragging in air only to try it again, pure frustrated hunger, "aaah!"

His head rolled back, throat jumping under the leash as he shifted restlessly. There was nothing to follow, no way to keep count or really anticipate what was coming, just always more. Pleasure looped up his spine, down, back and forth, nowhere to go that something wasn't thrumming through or against him. And he couldn't quite grind down on it like he wanted, like he needed, hips driving for that last inch of pressure almost by instinct. If he bore down, even just a little, it was game over.

Then alpha snapped the last switch.

"Oh," low, rough, like it was knocked out of him. He panted, mouth open, unable to make another sound until something wavered free from down deep, and that something sounded suspiciously like

"Oh, shit."

[tanks4thememory]

It wouldn't be long now, Clu could tell. He doubted his omega would be able to last very much longer without starting to beg him to be allowed to come. But there was also that last bit, speaking out of turn again. That would have to be dealt with. Though not right then; it would disrupt the game, and he- as both the Master and as himself- was enjoying it too much to want to pause it just then.

Seeing his code brother in this state was incredibly hot, though, and he bit down on a very un-Masterly moan at all of it. The noises his omega was making, his increasingly desperate panting, his squirming and bobbing to try to keep some semblance of control, even his little slip up all made some deep, primal part of Clu want to rip that harness off and fuck him senseless. But that wouldn't come for awhile yet. He had a plan, and he intended to stick to it as much as possible.

But that didn't mean he couldn't work his desire of the moment into the game some other way. He managed to force his voice to sound sensual and amused rather than as eager as he felt, though he couldn't quite keep the husky edge of a slight growl out of it. "Well now," he said, "you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself. Perhaps I should truss you up like this just before your next heat; make a game of seeing how many times I can make you come each hour. Or perhaps... how long it takes before you're begging me to replace that dildo with what you truly want."

"Because even as full as you are, even being driven to the very edge by pleasure from all angles, I know that it's not enough for you. What you truly want, what every omega wants, is to be filled and fucked with an Alpha's big, hard cock. You want to feel it pounding into you again and again, stretching your pussy wide with its size, then wider still as their knot begins to swell. You want to feel it get tighter... and tighter... until they can barely manage to pull out any more, until finally they lock into place, exploding inside you and pumping you full of them. You want to be full of Alpha in every way.... with their cock... with their seed... with their offspring..."

"And more than anything else, you want that last and most precious gift. You want your Alpha to take you not just to their bed, but to themselves. When they fuck you, you want them to claim you in the way only an Alpha can. You don't just want to be their omega, you want to be bitten... you want to be their mate."

[a_perfect_end]

He was holding on so tightly that he almost didn't realize he'd made words, until he did. He whimpered, hands flown up over his mouth, not quite biting his own fingers in a frantic, roughshod hunt for control. He was moaning too hard to keep them there, nudging his fingers open again with the effort of it--to stop calling out, or to start--he wasn't sure which, only that he felt everything, so much, so good, and it was all he could do to keep any more words from leaping free of his tongue.

Of course, Master had no such restrictions, his alpha who knew, now, exactly how much Clu loved to hear from him. Who had seen and heard what this newest wrinkle in their little game was doing to him. Who could tell that caught was looping tight in his blood and still was gently nudging Clu through his paces.

Who was free to express himself however he chose, as alpha, as lord of the house, who knew his way through these things and knew better than Clu might himself everything a hungry servant starved of contact could long for.

Certainly, the thin healing scar tucked just under his collar prickled and burned for the idea, for how much he might want that chance. To give himself away, utterly, to one who would care for him in return--who might even exalt him to freedom.

Who might keep him, if they were mated.

"Ah!" Sharp, leaping off somewhere bright. "Oh, Master, please--" not quite right, not quite enough, even as he carved the title into lavish praise with his tongue, "aanh, Alpha, may I come?"

[tanks4thememory]

Clu was conscious of the scar on his code-brother's neck as well, even if it was mostly hidden from view currently. He hadn't broken the skin- he'd been advised that that was to be avoided if at all possible due to the risk of infection-, but he had still left a mark that wouldn't be fading completely any time soon, if it ever did. Marks from mating bites tended to last, or so he'd read and been told, sometimes leaving the skin slightly discolored permanently, even after the actual damage had long since healed. Clu was entirely OK with this, and he knew that his omega was too.

At the moment, though he was far more aware of how the sensation of being caught and at his Alpha's mercy was looping through his omega, powered by the devices pouring pleasure into him and further stoked by his words. Words that dripped honey and smoke, spinning a potential scenario that he knew would push exactly the right nodes with his code brother, that that the slave might well give up his right arm for. Safety and freedom with a loving Alpha mate... surely that would be the dream of any omega slave.

And then there it was. A plea, mingled with his title that was made into ecstatic praise by its tone. Should he grant it though? He pondered just a moment, but no... not just yet. There was one last hand to play before the game moved on. And he could work the consequences of his recent infraction into it. "No," he said. "I think you can take a little more yet. And besides, you spoke out of turn again a moment ago. You'll endure the consequences by enduring until the absolute last moment. Until you feel you might explode if you don't come." And to make it even more difficult, Clu nudged the vibration intensity on both the dildo and the butt plug up a notch. He wouldn't be able to put it off much longer, he knew, but the noises his omega would undoubtedly make would make it completely worth it.

[a_perfect_end]

You can take a little more yet.

Easier, to focus on the bowstring ache, the fire in his neck where they were joined. (Oh, let the stupid magazines be right for once: he wanted to wear always the outline of his alpha's teeth.)

Clu shuddered, swaying, trying to wait out the sheer quantity of stimulation blooming hot across his whole lower body. The last of his pride fought not to let him be undone, not yet. His balls shivered snug under the onslaught, pulling tight against the counterweight of the sleeve and the treacherous, wonderful hum beneath. His trapped cock convulsed, stroked gentle and unbearable by the soft inward points of the nubs, and for a moment the back of the blindfold, the edge of the world, was a blank white wall.

Then his code-brother turned it up, still murmuring to him in a voice of smoke and velvet, honeyed words laced with promise, edged with the threat of wait and the order of not yet.

He groaned, low and shaking, thrummed with frustrated bliss. He pulled against the cuffs in earnest, struggling upright to the soft rattle of the leash, back arched awkwardly for the delicious electricity of sensation still slamming home inside him. He could feel where he was slipping, where it wouldn't matter how prettily he asked, where slick was starting to overflow, precum prodding the edge of his bonds.

Clu let out a wail of sheer, ecstatic pleasure, lost. The air came back to him in harsh, tiny gasps that wanted to be laughter, that just might have been a sob.

"Please." He had been so careful about asking, spine straight, and now he curled low, agonizing, torturous pleasure building to something scalding as he flattened his shoulders as would a slave. "Master. Please."

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The noises his omega was making were downright obscene, and it was wonderful. The way he squirmed and groaned tugging against his bonds and pulling them taut, as if they were a physical manifestation of his last shreds of control. The way he wailed, utterly lost in the ecstasy of the moment even before being allowed to come.

Clu could tell he was unravelling; he could smell how wet he was, a rare thing a this distance, outside of heat or rut. But aside from a soft low growl that he couldn't quite hold back as his own cock throbbed in eager anticipation he kept silent. Waiting for his omega to find enough words to ask again.

And finally with him bent low, his posture one of complete submission, there it was. A toothy smile crossed Clu's face, and part of him wondered how his code brother would take having him rest his feet on his bent back. Another time, perhaps. At least, Clu spoke. Not just permission, but an order. "Come. Now."

He would leave the devices humming for the moment in hopes of provoking a multiple, but he suspect they might not even need them to trigger an extra orgasm or two at that point.