Another Battle in Our Dirty Little War, by dreamlittleyo (NC-17)
Fandom: TRON
Pairing: Clu/Rinzler/Sam
Length: 12,550 words
Author on LJ: dreamlittleyo
Author Website: Fic sticky post
Warnings: Non-con, DP. Spoilers for Legacy. Image-heavy.
Why this must be read:
Sometimes you just want some dirtywronghot, and this alternate take on Sam and Clu’s first encounter has it in spades.
"Tell me," Clu murmurs idly, already stroking higher with the hand he never quite took off of Sam's body. "Do you dislike the things I'm doing to you? Are you disgusted? Horrified? Indifferent?" Sam whimpers when Clu traces the circle of circuitry on his hip, and Clu smiles and says, "Do you really want me to stop touching you, Sam?"
He's touching with both hands now-deliberate paths of contact that ghost across nearly every inch of Sam's body-arms, thighs, shoulders. He disrupts the code in some of those places as he goes, carelessly derezzing patches of the tight black material encasing Sam's body. He doesn't know if the boy even notices yet, but he will soon enough.
It takes Sam an extra moment to get himself together, but finally he answers, "I want you to go to Hell."
"I find that hard to believe," Clu says. Brightly. Intently.
"Why?"
Clu smiles wider, and drops a hand to the one spot he hasn't touched yet. His palm settles between Sam's legs-at the heated junction between his straining thighs-and through the intact material still covering this vital, intimate spot, Clu cups the unmistakable evidence of human arousal.
Sam's eyes go wide, instant and panicked, and Clu realizes the boy is only now figuring out that he's hard.
Clu raises his other hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of Sam's mouth. His own systems give an eager thrill at the way the touch makes Sam flinch.
"Don't," Sam whispers. "Please don't."
But Clu has no intention of stopping now.
He touches Sam everywhere: erratically pulsing circuitry where Sam's suit and armor are still intact; flushed skin where the material is gone or gradually pixelating to pieces and dissolving away. He draws breathless sounds from Sam's throat as he maps and learns the contours of the User's body, and watches in fascination as Sam's chest rises and falls, as his responses grow more violently frantic and his eyes clench shut as though he's in pain.
Rinzler moves without instruction, covering Sam's mouth with a heavy palm, muffling his cries and using the leverage to yank Sam's head tightly back. Sam's body shakes even harder at the extra restraint. His legs shift beneath him, straining as though he's trying to rise even though he's got nowhere to go. His throat is bared again like this, vulnerable and inviting and gloriously submissive, and Clu presses a mocking trail of kisses from Sam's jaw to the top of the still intact collar of his patchy, dissolving suit.
He marvels at the instantaneous effect every caress seems to have on the User. He can't stop staring at the desperate way Sam's chest is heaving-struggling for air with Rinzler crushing his mouth closed, struggling for the control Clu is stripping away touch by calculated touch.
Clu knew this would be satisfying. He had no idea it would feel like this.
Every touch is an experiment, in a way. Clu knows how to manipulate programs. And he knows a thing or two about Users. He's seen what pushes a User's buttons-long buried fragments of memory that stir up desire and jealous resentment in equal parts and turn Clu's touches now harder, bruising and cruel.
But he's never had his own hands on a User, and watching Sam come undone beneath his attentions is a power trip like Clu has never imagined.
In addition to being scorching smut (with excellent illustrations by dauntdraws), this is an impressive character study. Here is Clu the unrepentant, remorseless conqueror, driven by the obsession to claim everything his creator loved; and Sam, stricken by the realization of what is being done to him, by whom, and why, and above all the awareness that for all his defiance he can’t resist.
As if this weren’t enough, there are two sequels: “Night on Night”, a post-Legacy Alan/Sam fic, and “Who's Wrong Baby Who’s Right,” an AU in which Clu has kept Sam prisoner for cycles.
“Another Battle in Our Dirty Little War” on Livejournal and AO3
Pairing: Clu/Rinzler/Sam
Length: 12,550 words
Author on LJ: dreamlittleyo
Author Website: Fic sticky post
Warnings: Non-con, DP. Spoilers for Legacy. Image-heavy.
Why this must be read:
Sometimes you just want some dirtywronghot, and this alternate take on Sam and Clu’s first encounter has it in spades.
"Tell me," Clu murmurs idly, already stroking higher with the hand he never quite took off of Sam's body. "Do you dislike the things I'm doing to you? Are you disgusted? Horrified? Indifferent?" Sam whimpers when Clu traces the circle of circuitry on his hip, and Clu smiles and says, "Do you really want me to stop touching you, Sam?"
He's touching with both hands now-deliberate paths of contact that ghost across nearly every inch of Sam's body-arms, thighs, shoulders. He disrupts the code in some of those places as he goes, carelessly derezzing patches of the tight black material encasing Sam's body. He doesn't know if the boy even notices yet, but he will soon enough.
It takes Sam an extra moment to get himself together, but finally he answers, "I want you to go to Hell."
"I find that hard to believe," Clu says. Brightly. Intently.
"Why?"
Clu smiles wider, and drops a hand to the one spot he hasn't touched yet. His palm settles between Sam's legs-at the heated junction between his straining thighs-and through the intact material still covering this vital, intimate spot, Clu cups the unmistakable evidence of human arousal.
Sam's eyes go wide, instant and panicked, and Clu realizes the boy is only now figuring out that he's hard.
Clu raises his other hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of Sam's mouth. His own systems give an eager thrill at the way the touch makes Sam flinch.
"Don't," Sam whispers. "Please don't."
But Clu has no intention of stopping now.
He touches Sam everywhere: erratically pulsing circuitry where Sam's suit and armor are still intact; flushed skin where the material is gone or gradually pixelating to pieces and dissolving away. He draws breathless sounds from Sam's throat as he maps and learns the contours of the User's body, and watches in fascination as Sam's chest rises and falls, as his responses grow more violently frantic and his eyes clench shut as though he's in pain.
Rinzler moves without instruction, covering Sam's mouth with a heavy palm, muffling his cries and using the leverage to yank Sam's head tightly back. Sam's body shakes even harder at the extra restraint. His legs shift beneath him, straining as though he's trying to rise even though he's got nowhere to go. His throat is bared again like this, vulnerable and inviting and gloriously submissive, and Clu presses a mocking trail of kisses from Sam's jaw to the top of the still intact collar of his patchy, dissolving suit.
He marvels at the instantaneous effect every caress seems to have on the User. He can't stop staring at the desperate way Sam's chest is heaving-struggling for air with Rinzler crushing his mouth closed, struggling for the control Clu is stripping away touch by calculated touch.
Clu knew this would be satisfying. He had no idea it would feel like this.
Every touch is an experiment, in a way. Clu knows how to manipulate programs. And he knows a thing or two about Users. He's seen what pushes a User's buttons-long buried fragments of memory that stir up desire and jealous resentment in equal parts and turn Clu's touches now harder, bruising and cruel.
But he's never had his own hands on a User, and watching Sam come undone beneath his attentions is a power trip like Clu has never imagined.
In addition to being scorching smut (with excellent illustrations by dauntdraws), this is an impressive character study. Here is Clu the unrepentant, remorseless conqueror, driven by the obsession to claim everything his creator loved; and Sam, stricken by the realization of what is being done to him, by whom, and why, and above all the awareness that for all his defiance he can’t resist.
As if this weren’t enough, there are two sequels: “Night on Night”, a post-Legacy Alan/Sam fic, and “Who's Wrong Baby Who’s Right,” an AU in which Clu has kept Sam prisoner for cycles.
“Another Battle in Our Dirty Little War” on Livejournal and AO3