Re: Tron/Clu, childish crushing and confessing fill 5.
anonymous
September 28 2011, 05:01:10 UTC
“What is that?” asked Clu.
“Nothing” replied Tron. His voice was low, hoarse. There was not enough light in the room and Clu did not see his face clearly, just his eyes were glaring dimly - reflection of the pale glow of the terminal. Clu slid his hand all the way from Tron’s neck to his belly where the partially disintegrated suit ended. The program trembled under his touch and his arms went tighter around Clu’s neck - so he kissed him again. Tron’s eyes were closed when they parted and the program leant back slowly. He moved until his back rested against the smooth surface that projected graphics and sequences against his skin. Clu bent over and kissed the patterns of circuits down his chest and felt the program’s fingers gently stroking his hair. He growled, grabbed Tron’s waist and lifted him back to his previous sitting position.
“You are a player” Clu groaned. “Always been.”
He felt Tron’s legs tightening around his hips as a response. His hands trailed down on Clu’s still intact attire, on the casual jacket and shirt, knowingly. Clu felt like he was melting down inside. Then those discovering fingers slipped down to his groin. Clu caught Tron’s hand as it was resting against his bulge. The security program was looking at him from under his eyelashes; his smile was wicked.
“I don’t want to hurt you” said Clu.
“You can’t hurt me” replied Tron, halfway playful, halfway proud and serious. His other hand kept on wandering on Clu; he was not a programmer, he could not derezz other program’s clothes even if he wanted to, but the effect of his touches clouded Clu’s mind. He knew this craze only from Flynn’s memories - this kind of feelings were not known in the system, where even emotions and personal links were supposed to be logical and reasonable. He lifted Tron in his arms once again and got down on his knees gradually.
Clu was sitting on the floor with Tron straddled above him. The security program’s hair fell ahead as he was leaning over Clu; for that and for the dim light his face was obscured. Clu put his hand on Tron’s nape and pulled him back, revealing a predatory grin on his face. Clu chuckled.
“Player” he said. Yet it encouraged him - to be the same and to be ready to take. The material fell away under his palms on Tron’s waist and below them. His lips pressed on the skin on the program’s toned stomach and his tongue followed the trail of a glowing circuit as his hand slid between Tron’s legs and began to fondle him. Tron cried out and lowered himself. Clu derezzed some of his own attire; he did not need to touch himself as he was aroused already. Tron looked down at him and then even lower - that was when the playful smile disappeared from his face.
“Oops” he said. He reached down and touched Clu’s erection. The programmer’s body tensed and his head jerked back against the terminal. Hard. Tron looked at him and he put his other hand on Clu’s face. Suddenly a terrifying thought came to Clu’s mind: that Tron would cut the whole scene short and would leave him there. The same moment Tron’s hands fell on his shoulders airily and the program began to press his lower body against Clu’s hardness.
They both burst out; Clu out of vivid pleasure and Tron… Clu was not sure about that. He kept himself back from moving. The muscles inside of the program’s body jerked around his erection as Tron lowered himself even more and took him in entirely.
“Are you…” mumbled Clu. “Are you…”
Tron looked at him.
“Just keep still for a moment” he mumbled; his cheek pressed against Clu’s shoulder. They were sitting there motionlessly. Clu’s hands rested on the other program’s waist. The warm squeeze around him was almost too much to take. From where he was sitting he could see the interactive map of the system with blinking and moving dots. He moved his head slightly and his cheek touched Tron’s temple. The other program did not stir. Clu began to stroke his waist. Finally Tron moved, lifted his head from the programmer’s shoulder and kissed him. Clu’s hands tightened on him and he gave an involuntary thrust. Tron trembled lightly, but he did not break the kiss.
Re: Tron/Clu, childish crushing and confessing fill 6. finito
anonymous
September 28 2011, 05:24:55 UTC
Clu turned to the side slowly, pulling the other program with him, their bodies still connected. He laid Tron on his back and felt his legs wrapping around his own hips immediately. Tron’s fingers dug into his skin through the jacket when he began to move. Clu looked at the program. Tron was serious now, only a sparkle of amusement glittered in his eyes. His legs clenched around Clu encouragingly. That and the unceasing tightness around his erection made Clu lose his mind and he started to move in earnest. Tron’s hands were on his arms - the program lay under him with a serene, focused expression on his face. This was good - too good; heating. His thrusts became erratic soon; he tried to slow down and give some attention to Tron, but the pleasure was too heavy and it did not exactly help that those legs were still tightly wrapped around him, almost dictating the quick pace.
He came deep inside Tron’s body. His own cry made a short echo in the dark room. His muscles relaxed. While satisfaction filled his body and calmed his every single nerve, Clu became very aware; of the room, the lights that were blinking neutrally on the devices around, the program under him. He wondered about the content look on Tron’s face; curious to know where the other program’s satiety came from, when he had only given so far.
“I’m…” started Clu. Tron’s eyelids fluttered as he looked at the programmer. Clu gave him an apologetic look as he pulled out.
“It’s alright” said Tron with that satisfied little smile on his face. “It’s your time now.”
Clu growled. He was still kneeling between Tron’s legs; he reached down and his fingers curled around the program’s erection. His other hand slid under the narrow hips. Tron uttered a half surprised-half blissful moan. Clu watched his own ministrations; he remembered the right moves, but his hands did not have the same memory - still, even his unskilled movements seemed to give great pleasure to his lover. Tron was panting and squirming in his arms. Just as he found the rhythm, the other program strained under him and came. His circuits flared. His lips parted in a silent cry and Clu pressed his mouth on his.
There were a few moments of stillness. Tron lay with eyes closed and Clu was watching his face. Then he looked down at his own hand to see the silvery, glimmering liquid energy on it. Tron stirred and opened his eyes. He stretched lightly before he sat up. Clu was watching his every moves. Everything was fine. Everything was more than fine.
Tron’s suit recomposed, only that the long tear at his neck did not disappear. Clu touched the material.
“I can fix it” he said. Tron reached there and took his hand.
“I know” he replied. “But leave it that way.”
Tron was sitting there lopsided, his head rested against the panel on the terminal. He was not in a rush or at least he did not say it. Clu was not moving yet either. Stillness. Tron’s forehead leant against his shoulder - not sensual now, but soothing. Clu looked up at the glowing map. Soon they would move and leave for their duties.
Re: Tron/Clu, childish crushing and confessing fill 6. finitogrey_swSeptember 29 2011, 04:28:33 UTC
Awww, I love this! New!Clu is wonderful -- I loved the bit about grilled chicken and pie, such cruel yet tempting memories for a program to have -- and Tron's pragmatism is perfect, too. <3
“Nothing” replied Tron. His voice was low, hoarse. There was not enough light in the room and Clu did not see his face clearly, just his eyes were glaring dimly - reflection of the pale glow of the terminal. Clu slid his hand all the way from Tron’s neck to his belly where the partially disintegrated suit ended. The program trembled under his touch and his arms went tighter around Clu’s neck - so he kissed him again. Tron’s eyes were closed when they parted and the program leant back slowly. He moved until his back rested against the smooth surface that projected graphics and sequences against his skin. Clu bent over and kissed the patterns of circuits down his chest and felt the program’s fingers gently stroking his hair. He growled, grabbed Tron’s waist and lifted him back to his previous sitting position.
“You are a player” Clu groaned. “Always been.”
He felt Tron’s legs tightening around his hips as a response. His hands trailed down on Clu’s still intact attire, on the casual jacket and shirt, knowingly. Clu felt like he was melting down inside. Then those discovering fingers slipped down to his groin. Clu caught Tron’s hand as it was resting against his bulge. The security program was looking at him from under his eyelashes; his smile was wicked.
“I don’t want to hurt you” said Clu.
“You can’t hurt me” replied Tron, halfway playful, halfway proud and serious. His other hand kept on wandering on Clu; he was not a programmer, he could not derezz other program’s clothes even if he wanted to, but the effect of his touches clouded Clu’s mind. He knew this craze only from Flynn’s memories - this kind of feelings were not known in the system, where even emotions and personal links were supposed to be logical and reasonable. He lifted Tron in his arms once again and got down on his knees gradually.
Clu was sitting on the floor with Tron straddled above him. The security program’s hair fell ahead as he was leaning over Clu; for that and for the dim light his face was obscured. Clu put his hand on Tron’s nape and pulled him back, revealing a predatory grin on his face. Clu chuckled.
“Player” he said. Yet it encouraged him - to be the same and to be ready to take. The material fell away under his palms on Tron’s waist and below them. His lips pressed on the skin on the program’s toned stomach and his tongue followed the trail of a glowing circuit as his hand slid between Tron’s legs and began to fondle him. Tron cried out and lowered himself. Clu derezzed some of his own attire; he did not need to touch himself as he was aroused already. Tron looked down at him and then even lower - that was when the playful smile disappeared from his face.
“Oops” he said. He reached down and touched Clu’s erection. The programmer’s body tensed and his head jerked back against the terminal. Hard. Tron looked at him and he put his other hand on Clu’s face. Suddenly a terrifying thought came to Clu’s mind: that Tron would cut the whole scene short and would leave him there. The same moment Tron’s hands fell on his shoulders airily and the program began to press his lower body against Clu’s hardness.
They both burst out; Clu out of vivid pleasure and Tron… Clu was not sure about that. He kept himself back from moving. The muscles inside of the program’s body jerked around his erection as Tron lowered himself even more and took him in entirely.
“Are you…” mumbled Clu. “Are you…”
Tron looked at him.
“Just keep still for a moment” he mumbled; his cheek pressed against Clu’s shoulder. They were sitting there motionlessly. Clu’s hands rested on the other program’s waist. The warm squeeze around him was almost too much to take. From where he was sitting he could see the interactive map of the system with blinking and moving dots. He moved his head slightly and his cheek touched Tron’s temple. The other program did not stir. Clu began to stroke his waist. Finally Tron moved, lifted his head from the programmer’s shoulder and kissed him. Clu’s hands tightened on him and he gave an involuntary thrust. Tron trembled lightly, but he did not break the kiss.
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He came deep inside Tron’s body. His own cry made a short echo in the dark room. His muscles relaxed. While satisfaction filled his body and calmed his every single nerve, Clu became very aware; of the room, the lights that were blinking neutrally on the devices around, the program under him. He wondered about the content look on Tron’s face; curious to know where the other program’s satiety came from, when he had only given so far.
“I’m…” started Clu. Tron’s eyelids fluttered as he looked at the programmer. Clu gave him an apologetic look as he pulled out.
“It’s alright” said Tron with that satisfied little smile on his face. “It’s your time now.”
Clu growled. He was still kneeling between Tron’s legs; he reached down and his fingers curled around the program’s erection. His other hand slid under the narrow hips. Tron uttered a half surprised-half blissful moan. Clu watched his own ministrations; he remembered the right moves, but his hands did not have the same memory - still, even his unskilled movements seemed to give great pleasure to his lover. Tron was panting and squirming in his arms. Just as he found the rhythm, the other program strained under him and came. His circuits flared. His lips parted in a silent cry and Clu pressed his mouth on his.
There were a few moments of stillness. Tron lay with eyes closed and Clu was watching his face. Then he looked down at his own hand to see the silvery, glimmering liquid energy on it. Tron stirred and opened his eyes. He stretched lightly before he sat up. Clu was watching his every moves. Everything was fine. Everything was more than fine.
Tron’s suit recomposed, only that the long tear at his neck did not disappear. Clu touched the material.
“I can fix it” he said. Tron reached there and took his hand.
“I know” he replied. “But leave it that way.”
Tron was sitting there lopsided, his head rested against the panel on the terminal. He was not in a rush or at least he did not say it. Clu was not moving yet either. Stillness. Tron’s forehead leant against his shoulder - not sensual now, but soothing. Clu looked up at the glowing map. Soon they would move and leave for their duties.
But not yet.
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"Damn you, Flynn, for ruining that" says it all.
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