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Fanworks: Fics: Tron: All Over Again
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All Over Again
(Written in the settings/headcanons of my I/O Towerverse)
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this is another vignette about what happened when they were almost at the Tower.
basic idea:
- Yori says "they haven't seen us" and then goes down that slide effortlessly. Tron, whose programmed PURPOSE requires much more agility and stealth than hers, tumbles down it like a doofus and then says "I think they saw me."
-Yori realizes Tron is... NOT at his best. that little bitch Alan is still edging him. (plus Tron has butt circuits and Yori doesn't have butt circuits, and sliding down that thing ON his butt circuits has gotta be torture if he's already that aroused)
-She drags him into a secluded corner & gets him off one more time, before they have to face Dumont
anyway here's what I got inspired to write today...
He's been here before. But the memory is a blur. Tron peers down from his vantage point up above the Guardian's dais. From above, the circular steps look like a wedge from the shape of an identity disc. Circles within circles... the concentric patterns embellished with a scattering of designs whose sacred, secret meanings Tron can only guess at. His face heats with blush. The blur in his memory can't be trusted, right now, to have the colors right. He feels sure the light outlining all those shapes can't have been such a vivid shade of... pink before. A color that would seem more at home in the touches of hands on sensitive circuits, in moments of intimacy-- in the play of light across Yori's throat and collarbones, or flashing hot on Ram's hips beneath the grip of Tron's fingers. Tron knows he's seen that shade in both of those contexts. He is not sure he has ever seen it here, at the Input/Output Tower. Surely he would remember? For this, too, is a place of intimacy-- a different kind, with his User, but still an intimacy his body craves in a very, very similar way. Is it that craving that warps his perception, now? His urges denied far too long and driving him mad with need, making him see obscene shades of pink and violet everywhere they are not? Or are the colors really there... the very circuitry of the System responding to the force of Tron's long-repressed desire like the body of a lover? Yori leans down beside him, joins him in taking in the view. He shivers, stifles a gasp... tries not to let the warm proximity of her render distract him from his purpose. At the central point of those disc-like semicircles, he can make out the shape of the Guardian enclosed in his pod-armor. Wonders, in the lusty haze of his thoughts, whether the Guardian can feel those steps... the same way Tron remembers feeling Yori's touch on the concentric circles of his disc, like echoes of hands all over his body, the first time he let her touch him there. So long ago. A clearer memory, though, than the first time he gave his disc to Alan-1. He must focus on that. Must not let that memory fade any more. Must make this time persist more clearly in memory. This is his purpose. The touch of other programs is only a stopgap, releasing energy build-up, never touching the source of his need: the User's Call, the transmission and reception of information... the reason why his body keeps building up that energy, again and again. "Users, Tron! How did you survive all that time in the cells?" "I... never said I denied myself for all of that time. When there was no hope of relieving it in the proper way, of course I..." "Oh? ...Tron, good for you. That's more sense than I expected from your stubborn logic center. So... how often would you say you touched yourself, while you were there?" She's clearly saying it just to make him think about it, to overheat him faster, and he groans as he can't help responding. "It... varied. By how many Calls I was receiving... and how much energy the rations allowed me, minus how much I had to burn off in the Games, I didn't always have enough excess for an overload... the question isn't simple to answer..." "Of course not..." "...also, because many of the times it wasn't, ah, just myself." "Oh...? Ohhh. You mean... That cellmate you mentioned? ...Ram, was it?... Oh, don't be embarrassed, Tron, I'm impressed! Always the solitary self-sufficient hero, but here you actually gave some thought to how much more effective energy-release can be with another program's help. If I didn't know better I'd think your integration with other software got an upgrade in there." "I... can't take credit. Not really. It didn't begin as self-care. At first... well, at first it was because he needed it." "Mm, that's all right. Self-care has to start somewhere, and caring for your fellow program is as good a place to start as any... Ooh, and I won't deny it warms me up to imagine it. You must've been so gentle and kind to him. Will you tell me about it?" "He was... mmmhh, so new. Not from here... well, he was and he wasn't. His original programmer must've been from here-- he was receiving Calls here-- But no idea what to do with them, because... just ported in from another system... all disoriented." "Oh, no, poor thing..." "I tried my best to help him. We were a mess at first, so clumsy, neither of us knew how to begin, really." "ohhh, I can imagine..." "But even so, he was, mmh, he was a good program, devoted to his User even though he barely understood it all. Wanted to understand. Asked me to tell him what it was like, having a proper release, in the Tower..." "Mmmm. How'd he react when you told him about it?" "It... ah, worked. He heated up fast once he got on track with the idea. Definitely a passion for his User and yet-- and yet the whole time, he was also laughing at me, teasing me about my faith..." "Ha!" Yori grins in delight. "Ohhh, I like him already. Wonder if you'll cross paths again? I'd love to share access, if he'd be compatible. Do you think..." And Tron, too far gone now for coherent words, just stretches his thighs wider, trembles and moans as he pushes the relevant memory through to Yori. Memory of Ram pulsing purple beneath him... tingle of Ram's ear against Tron's lips... Ram's heels digging into his back, gasping, clenching, as the whispered fantasy of being pressed between Tron and Yori shoves Ram hard over the edge into overload. "Yes, he'd-- oh, oh, oh, YES..."
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Fanworks: Fics: Tron: All Over Again
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