Pretty When You’re Mine, by camesawconquerd (R)
Fandom: TRON
Pairing: Clu/Tron, Clu/Rinzler
Length: ~6,000 words
Author on LJ: camesawconquerd
Author Website:
Warnings: Per the author, “Dubcon like nobody's business. Abusing Asimov's laws of robotics. Some not-nice touching. Program abuse. Cherry popping. Circuit sexing. Maybe some Stockholm Syndrome.”
Why this must be read:
Where does free choice stop and compulsion begin? What would consent mean for entities whose thoughts and feelings can be input by others? These are some of the questions raised in this sad, unsettling story, which is constructed around a series of conversations between Clu and the Program he is remaking into Rinzler.
“Like this, Clu. Did he touch you like this?”'>The day that Clu had returned the power to the programs Kevin Flynn had called him something.
Judas.
A search program had eventually returned to him with the literary meaning behind such a title. Through this, Clu learned the truth of betrayal. He feared it now from Rinzler.
"You will serve me?"
Clu looked to the side and Rinzler reached for him, laying a hand on his shoulder and nodding, "I will."
It was when Rinzler leaned towards him and connected to the skin of Clu's jaw with his mouth that Clu stumbled back out of reach.
"What are you doing?"
He shot Rinzler a dangerous look and Rinzler stared back at him in confusion.
"I have kissed you."
Clu waited, hoping that the action would be mined out of his core memory database but it wasn't there. The action was invalid and he fumbled for the appropriate response strategy.
"Kiss?"
Rinzler tilted his head to one side, curiosity registering on his face.
"Clu."
A pause.
"Did Kevin Flynn ever touch you."
Clu sputtered, straightening and regaining authority in his voice, "of course. He was my User he is the one who made all my improvements, all my upgrades. He-"
Rinzler approached him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and drawing their bodies together. Clu grew stiff, anticipating a fight but instead it was Rinzler's mouth close to his ear and his hand tracing the circuit down his chest.
"Like this, Clu. Did he touch you like this?"
Clu shivered and his body attempted to register the sensation. He at first believed he was in pain but the way his receptors pinged to each other it was not a hurt.
"What are you doing to me?"
This is the only fic about Rinzler’s repurposing that has made me feel bad for Clu, too. He is an undeniably tragic figure here, though, as discovers that his pursuit of perfection has unexpected costs, and that refusing to follow Users’ orders doesn’t mean he’s free of them.
“ Pretty When You’re Mine”
Pairing: Clu/Tron, Clu/Rinzler
Length: ~6,000 words
Author on LJ: camesawconquerd
Author Website:
Warnings: Per the author, “Dubcon like nobody's business. Abusing Asimov's laws of robotics. Some not-nice touching. Program abuse. Cherry popping. Circuit sexing. Maybe some Stockholm Syndrome.”
Why this must be read:
Where does free choice stop and compulsion begin? What would consent mean for entities whose thoughts and feelings can be input by others? These are some of the questions raised in this sad, unsettling story, which is constructed around a series of conversations between Clu and the Program he is remaking into Rinzler.
“Like this, Clu. Did he touch you like this?”'>The day that Clu had returned the power to the programs Kevin Flynn had called him something.
Judas.
A search program had eventually returned to him with the literary meaning behind such a title. Through this, Clu learned the truth of betrayal. He feared it now from Rinzler.
"You will serve me?"
Clu looked to the side and Rinzler reached for him, laying a hand on his shoulder and nodding, "I will."
It was when Rinzler leaned towards him and connected to the skin of Clu's jaw with his mouth that Clu stumbled back out of reach.
"What are you doing?"
He shot Rinzler a dangerous look and Rinzler stared back at him in confusion.
"I have kissed you."
Clu waited, hoping that the action would be mined out of his core memory database but it wasn't there. The action was invalid and he fumbled for the appropriate response strategy.
"Kiss?"
Rinzler tilted his head to one side, curiosity registering on his face.
"Clu."
A pause.
"Did Kevin Flynn ever touch you."
Clu sputtered, straightening and regaining authority in his voice, "of course. He was my User he is the one who made all my improvements, all my upgrades. He-"
Rinzler approached him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and drawing their bodies together. Clu grew stiff, anticipating a fight but instead it was Rinzler's mouth close to his ear and his hand tracing the circuit down his chest.
"Like this, Clu. Did he touch you like this?"
Clu shivered and his body attempted to register the sensation. He at first believed he was in pain but the way his receptors pinged to each other it was not a hurt.
"What are you doing to me?"
This is the only fic about Rinzler’s repurposing that has made me feel bad for Clu, too. He is an undeniably tragic figure here, though, as discovers that his pursuit of perfection has unexpected costs, and that refusing to follow Users’ orders doesn’t mean he’s free of them.
“ Pretty When You’re Mine”