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]

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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[tanks4thememory]

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.