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“I admire you, you know.”

Rinzler bristled at the familiar voice–his own voice, but smoother, kinder, more appealing to–

He cut off that line of processing before it could complete. Turning his head, he glared over his shoulder at the tall program glowing in white and blue behind him. “What is there to admire?” he growled.

Tron smiled softly and seemed to take Rinzler’s response as an invitation to step closer, crossing the deck of the solar sail to join Rinzler at the rail. He leaned back on his elbows, at ease in a way that Rinzler had forgotten to be. “Everything.” His blue eyes, warm as two pools of energy, flickered as he looked Rinzler over.

Recognizing the probing gaze of a security program running a threat assessment, Rinzler tensed. Did Tron want another fight? Because, as Sam would say, he could fucking bring it.

But Tron only shook his head, his smile never weakening. “You're amazing. You rebuilt yourself. You changed. You became something new. Something that even a User…” He trailed off, his mouth twisting.

“You could do it, too,” Rinzler offered grudgingly. “We have the same programming.”

“I don't know that we do anymore.” Tron considered him for a long moment before continuing, “I thought you were broken and dangerous when we first met, but now I know that's not true.”

“I'm very dangerous,” Rinzler countered, straightening.

A startled laugh burst from Tron. He raised a hand, waving Rinzler down. “That's not what I meant. Yes, you're incredibly dangerous, but not to this system or to Users.” His laughter faded and he sighed. “I guess I'm not saying this very well. I admire you and I want to be your friend. All right? I think you're a powerful ally, I think I could learn from you, and I believe that, at our cores, we still value the same thing.”

Unable to resist, Rinzler glanced toward the solar sail’s lower decks, where Sam was working on the corrupted data pushers with Yori. When he looked back, Tron nodded.

“Yeah,” Tron murmured. “We have no reason to fight each other. Agreed?” He extended a hand.

Rinzler stared at it. Could he really trust this program? This better, purer, unbroken version of himself? This program who Sam had admired since he was a child?

He didn't want to. The sight of Sam in Tron’s arms had been scorched into his memory files. But… he could change. That was his greatest strength. That was how he had been able to break free from the Grid and stay by Sam's side, no matter which world they were thrown into.

Slowly, he clasped Tron’s offered hand. Tron's white glove contrasted sharply against Rinzler’s black and his broad, joyful grin shone so brightly that it was difficult to look at.

Without releasing him, Tron abruptly stepped in and raised his other hand to Rinzler’s face. Rinzler caught his wrist before he made contact and scowled.

Tron huffed another gentle laugh. “Sorry, I keep forgetting that other systems have different traditions. Flynn taught this to us a long time ago. We're friends now, so…” He leaned in.

As his face–that near mirror-image–approached Rinzler’s, Rinzler froze, unable to extricate his hands to stop Tron from closing the space between them, and unwilling to retreat from a program who had once been a rival. He watched in confusion as Tron's eyelids slid low and he tilted his head to touch his lips to Rinzler’s mouth. The soft pressure nearly shorted Rinzler’s logic codes, it was so impossible. His lips moved automatically for a moment as he struggled to catch up, parting and pushing back against Tron's soft kiss.

“Holy shit.”

Sam's exclamation brought their heads around. The User stood at the stairs to the lower decks, his eyes wide.

“Sam,” Tron greeted warmly. “Were you able to remove the corruption–”

“D-don't talk to me about corruption when you were just kissing my boyfriend!”

The strains of jealousy and arousal in Sam's voice triggered a reflexive response to take advantage of a new weakness. Rinzler dropped Tron's wrist and cupped the back of his head to drag him in for a deeper, longer kiss. Tron grabbed his arm, but didn't stop him, and met Rinzler’s hard lips and lapping tongue with a soft groan and gentle suction.

“Shit,” Sam breathed.

Rinzler broke away, smirking in satisfaction at Sam's flushed face and glazed eyes. “It's the tradition in this system,” he explained. “We're friends now.”

“Okay, great,” Sam croaked. “Can we go be friends down below? There's a free room.”

The User heart that beat in Rinzler’s chest picked up speed, spurred on by the mere sight of Sam’s interest. What would he do if he were faced by both Rinzler and Tron? How much more efficient could Rinzler be if he had a second, nearly identical body under his command? How thoroughly could they take Sam apart?

Rinzler regarded Tron speculatively. “Do you still want to learn from me?”

Tron nodded. “I do.”

“Do you want to touch the divine? Do you want to learn the ways of Users?”

“What ways?”

“Uh,” Sam uttered. “Rinzler?”

Rinzler ignored him, his attention fixed on Tron. “The ways between them,” he explained carefully. “How they share themselves with those they care for. How they give each other–”

“Rinzler, I was joking.”

“Pleasure,” Rinzler finished.

“I do,” Tron repeated fervently.

“Will you do as I command and only as I command?”

“In this instance? Yes.”

“It's not like linking with another program,” Rinzler warned. “Users are pure energy, pure power. The intensity is… overwhelming.”

Tron's eyes widened. His gaze darted back to Sam, whose face had reddened to an alarming degree.

“You can't be serious right now,” Sam wheezed.

“You suggested it,” Rinzler reminded him. “You said there's a free room? How big?” He frowned consideringly at Tron, trying to gauge how much space they would need. “He and I can stand. It doesn't have to be very big.”

“Uh–I–What–What about Yori?!” Sam swung an arm down toward the lower decks. “Won't she mind?!”

Tron stared in confusion before shrugging. “Mind what? If we borrow a room? As long as she's not using it, it should be fine.”

“He isn't binding himself to you,” Rinzler interjected, smirking despite himself. “Him learning a new way to commune with Users won't hurt him or her.” Tron nodded along in his periphery. “Besides… you're mine, Sam. And I’m yours. This isn't going to go beyond a single experience. I just want to give him a taste of the divine. I know how much he wants it.” He knew this too well, because he wanted it, too. He always wanted it.

“Uh.” Sam’s breaths came fast and harsh as he looked back and forth between the two programs, his complexion dark with a flush in the flickering lights of the solar sailor’s simulation beam. “You won’t, uh, get upset…?”

“No.” Not as long as Tron behaved himself and acted merely as an extension of Rinzler’s will. “But if you don’t want to take this opportunity, Sam, I won’t force you. Perhaps in dreams, you can enjoy the feeling of the two most powerful security programs concentrating all of their attention on you–”

“Okay!” Sam barked, his voice cracking. “Fucking hell. Fine. Yes. Just don’t make it weird after, okay? You’re the one who’s pushing for this.”

Rinzler’s smirk deepened. He caught Tron’s hand, linking their fingers together, and tugged him to the stairs and Sam’s tense, glaring figure. As they approached, Sam’s scowl wavered, offering glimpses of the blushing anticipation beneath. Without a word, Rinzler stepped up to him, caught his waist, dragged him in, and leaned in to nuzzle the side of his pursed mouth until Sam twitched his head to meet his kiss. The comfort of familiarity–of home–and the heat of excitement rippled through Rinzler’s body, a mix of racing pulse and electric circuitry. He edged closer, pressing their hips and thighs flush together, tasting Sam’s lips, breathing in his breath, soaking in his heat.

Tron’s hand twitched in his grip, bringing Rinzler’s attention to him. Rinzler squeezed back and broke away from Sam.

“Let’s go,” he urged roughly, his voice tight from growing need.

“Yeah,” Sam whispered, his expression dazed. He turned in the circle of Rinzler’s arm and shakily descended the steps into the hold.

As they hurried down the central corridor behind Sam’s stiff back, Tron paused in the doorway of the ad hoc command room, forcing Rinzler to stop alongside him.

“Yori,” Tron began warmly, smiling at the wiry program as she looked up from a slowly spinning holographic cross-section of a corrupted I/O Tower. “I’m going to go learn the ways of Users and touch the divine.”

Her brows jumped in surprise as she looked from one to the other of them, and then at their linked hands. “You’re not going to try to throw him off the solar sailor, are you?” she asked, her sharp gaze landing on Rinzler.

“Not if he does what he’s told,” Rinzler responded brusquely. Then, when Yori’s suspicious stare never wavered, he added, “We’ll be with Sam.”

She relaxed. “When you return to the User world, send my User in, would you? I, too, would like to learn the ways of Users.”

Recalling Lora’s sly humour, disarming warmth, and infectious cheer, Rinzler was able to assure her, “I will. I think she will enjoy teaching you.” He pulled on Tron’s hand. “Come. Before Sam changes his mind.”

**

What was he doing?

Sam’s heart hammered wildly. If he were in the real world, he would be soaked with nervous sweat. Confusion battled with excitement in his gut, making it squirm and his hands shake as he palmed the door at the end of the ship’s central corridor. It opened for him. For a brief moment, he hoped to find the room occupied by one of Yori’s people. But the dim interior held only a low couch and table underlit by a soft grey dove light. When he stepped inside, the lights shimmered and brightened, and the colour began to shift in a slow ripple around the room.

Two sets of heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor behind him. Swallowing a lurch of panic, Sam turned.

And his squirming guts nearly liquified at the sight of Rinzler stalking toward him, his brows low and lip curled in a dangerous smirk. Tron followed closely, his expression more curious than threatening, his blue eyes gleaming even at that distance. They moved together in an identical stride, and the combined force of their attention was enough to make Sam backpedal.

He shouldn’t do this.

He and Rinzler had only just made up. He couldn’t mess around with someone else! Especially not with Tron. Rinzler and he had been at each other’s throats up until five minutes ago, when Sam walked in on them making out.

At the reminder, Sam’s mind whited out, overwhelmed by the breathtaking beauty of the two powerful programs locked in a kiss.

The mental image paralyzed him, and he couldn’t react when Rinzler reached him, cupped his jaw, and pressed his full, smirking lips to Sam’s mouth. After a beat, Sam jolted back to life, softening his jaw and tilting his head to reciprocate, releasing a helpless huff of breath when Rinzler squeezed his ass and pushed him deeper into the room with a hard hip. Sam’s heel hit the table and he stumbled, only for firm hands to grip his arm and curve around his back.

“Are you all right, Sam?” Tron asked, frowning down at him in concern as he propped Sam against his broad chest.

Sam, abruptly caught between their identical bulks, couldn’t answer for a moment. “Uh, yeah,” he croaked. “I’m fine.”

Rinzler chuckled. He leaned in, his thigh sliding between Sam’s, and past him to kiss Tron, pressing small, hard caresses to his lips. Sam stared, breathless with shock, all of his blood pooling in his pelvis as he watched those two beautiful programs move together, their eyes–one pair of red and one pair of blue–set in an identical, heavy-lidded expression of desire. From this angle, Sam couldn’t see Rinzler’s scar, so, other than their hair, they really were reflections of each other. And Sam was caught, crushed between their heavy bodies, his head swimming.

Sam didn’t realize he’d made a little choke of a noise until Rinzler broke away, glanced down at him, returned his attention to Tron, and twitched his head toward Sam. Tron nodded and shifted his grip to cup the back of Sam’s head, forcing him to turn. Without hesitating, he ducked to meet Sam’s open mouth with the soft pressure of his lips.

They’d kissed once before, but Sam had been delirious on Circuit Breaker and desperate for Rinzler. He remembered the scalding heat of his own hunger more than anything else. Now, he could feel everything. Tron’s lips were Rinzler’s lips, but he was gentler, at least at first. When Sam reflexively kissed him back, he hummed low in his throat, increased the pressure, and slanted their mouths together to encourage Sam’s lips to part and accept Tron’s darting tongue.

Was this allowed?! Sam slid his desperate gaze to Rinzler, expecting to see fury on his face, expecting this to be some kind of test that Sam had spectacularly failed. But no, he was watching with a smug, heated expression. When he caught Sam staring, he asked, “Do you feel the power under his skin, Tron?”

“It’s intoxicating,” Tron pulled back enough to murmur.

“It gets better.” Rinzler’s hands roamed over Sam’s armour, finding and triggering the flexible plates to shimmer and derezz from Sam’s shoulders, arms, and chest, leaving him in his thin white undersuit. He paused to nuzzle and kiss the line from Sam’s throat across his shoulder, as he stroked Sam’s ribs, stomach, and waist. “May I take your disk?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yeah.” Sam dug his fingertips into the crevices of Rinzler’s armour and gave him a little shake. “If you take this off.”

“Allow me,” Tron interjected, reaching past Sam to caress Rinzler’s neck. Rinzler froze, his smug gaze snapping up into a glare.

Sam quickly clove against him. “Take my disk,” he murmured against his cheek, and then wove his fingers through his hair, captured his lips, kissed him deeply and thoroughly as Tron divested him of his armour. Rinzler’s defensive posture relaxed; he reached behind Sam to remove his disk and dock, apparently willing to be touched by his rival as long as he could focus on this intimacy.

When all of the plates had derezzed between them, Sam pressed even closer, rocking his hips against Rinzler’s smooth, hard thigh, squeezing and massaging Rinzler’s flesh through his thin undersuit. Fuck, it didn’t matter how many times they were together; every time made him dizzy with need and the mind-blowing wonder that someone so incredible wanted him as badly as he wanted them.

“I want you both naked,” Sam admitted when he paused for air. He twisted to look over his shoulder at Tron. “I want you naked and together.”

“Who am I to argue with a User?” Tron remarked playfully, spreading his arms.

Rinzler snorted and shoved Sam backward, against Tron’s chest. Tron caught him and, while his hands were busy, Rinzler reached past to perform the same favour Tron had done for him, quickly derezzing his armour. Sam squirmed between them, his dick getting harder beneath the negligible protection of his suit, his face getting hotter.

Soon, three disks and a heap of slender armour add-ons lay on the table, leaving Sam and the two programs bare and glowing in the room’s gentle, shifting light.

Four broad, identical hands skimmed over his hips and waist, two of them firm, the fingertips digging into the muscle of his ass, the other two light, exploratory.

Behind him, Tron laid a path of soft kisses down the side of Sam's neck to his shoulder, the gentle, fleeting pressure raising goosebumps as Sam’s thin suit derezzed away from the caress. Rinzler’s mouth was hard and hungry on the other side as he nuzzled Sam's throat and sucked a stinging hickey just under his jaw before moving down his chest.

Sam's head swam. He clung to Rinzler’s hips and rocked against him as Rinzler pulled him in.

“There are no circuits,” Tron breathed, his voice low with awe, his palms skimming over Sam’s waist.

“No,” Rinzler agreed. “Users are full of blood, muscle, and bone. Place your ear to his back and you’ll hear the heart that propels his blood through his veins.”

Tron’s smooth cheek rubbed between Sam’s shoulderblades and the curve of his ear pressed to the skin. “Amazing,” he whispered after a moment.

“Yes.”

Sam opened his eyes. Driven by lust, he splayed a hand on Rinzler’s chest and pushed a silent command into his undersuit. The entire garment derezzed in a flash, exposing his hybridization of glowing scarlet circuitry and User anatomy. Rinzler grunted, but didn’t complain, and allowed Sam to turn and do the same to Tron, vanishing his suit as though it had never existed.

Beneath his suit, Tron’s circuits glowed in a rich blue rippling with violet. The patterns were dense and familiar, but contained subtle variations from Rinzler’s, as though they, too, had evolved over time. And, like Rinzler, his thick circuits led to an equally smooth, thick, and glowing output hanging between his thighs. Sam ran his eager fingertips over Tron’s circuits, following their paths, watching hungrily as they brightened under his touch.

Tron rumbled and caught his hands, gently pressing them against his abdomen before they could rove any further. “I didn’t expect the divine to touch me back,” he confessed, looking vaguely uncomfortable.

“This is the way of Users,” Sam explained, chuckling and rubbing circles with his thumbs.

“It’s intense,” Rinzler said, rare sympathy in his voice. “You’ll become accustomed to it.” He tugged Sam backward, leading him step by careful step to the curved bench before sitting with him in his lap. Before Sam could adjust, Rinzler hooked their ankles together and spread his own legs, forcing Sam’s thighs apart. He found himself arching back against Rinzler’s chest, his legs caught, his dick straining upward, Rinzler’s cock sliding between his cheeks and nudging against his balls. He rested his chin in the crook of Sam’s neck and shoulder and commanded, “Come. Explore him. Use your mouth. Users crave touch. Especially here–” He ghosted a palm over Sam’s aching dick.

“Ah–” Even just that faint stimulation made him jump. Sam shifted, trying to straighten, but Rinzler held him firmly, his powerful hands inescapable as they worked up and down his stomach and chest, pausing to tweak his nipples or circle his navel. Sam was forced to lean back, reaching behind him to comb his fingers through Rinzler’s hair, his other hand braced on Rinzler’s thigh.

Tron stood in stillness for a long moment, his brows low over a predatory expression. Sam shivered in Rinzler’s embrace, exposed and needy and throbbing.

When Tron moved, it was so sudden that Sam flinched. He crossed to the bench in a single stride, dropped to his knees, and bowed over Sam to bring his mouth to the centre of his chest. He smoothed his palms up Sam’s sensitive inner thighs, triggering a rush of excited goosebumps. Sam groaned, his head falling back against Rinzler’s shoulder. He flailed his free hand and managed to bury it in Tron’s thick hair, gripping it perhaps a bit too tightly, but Tron didn’t stop mouthing a path down his belly or stroking his legs. Rinzler’s strong fingertips continued to massage his flanks and hips, relentlessly stimulating, and he found and sucked on Sam’s earlobe.

“Oh, fuck,” Sam uttered hoarsely. He shouldn’t have been enjoying this so much. He tried to force himself to stillness, shuddering and twitching as Tron gnawed on his hipbone and Rinzler kneaded his ass cheeks, spreading them wider so he could nudge even deeper along his cleft.

“Like this?” Tron asked as he hovered over Sam’s glimmering tip, raising his hazy eyes to Rinzler.

“Like that,” Rinzler purred.

Tron wrapped a hand around Sam’s shaft, so light and gentle, his circuits cool. Sam groaned from the slight pressure, his hips automatically bucking to seek out more. Tron responded with a little hum and traced his length, followed the thick vein on his underside, toyed with his head and the glimmering droplet of precum gathering on his slit. Sam shook with the effort of holding back a plea for more, biting his lip and almost strangling on his own panting breaths. What would Rinzler think if he immediately began begging Tron to jerk him off?

“Taste him.” Rinzler’s low command was like a caress on the shell of Sam’s ear.

“Mm,” Tron hummed in the affirmative, lifted his head, glanced up to meet Sam’s desperate stare, and licked his tip. Immediately, Sam’s dick twitched and pulsed, oozing more precum onto Tron’s tongue. “Oh…” Tron breathed, his eyelids fluttering. “Sam…” He ducked to take Sam’s dick into the tingling coolness of his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked and Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head from the crackling pleasure that rippled up through his gut and down his arms and legs. Unlike Rinzler, whose practiced lips and tongue could forcefully rip an orgasm out of Sam within seconds, Tron was more exploratory, tasting and lathing and gently sucking until Sam was reduced to a trembling, panting puddle in Rinzler’s arms.

“Stop,” Rinzler growled.

Tron didn’t seem to hear.

“Stop!” Rinzler barked, joining Sam’s hand in Tron’s hair to jerk his head up.

Or tried to. Tron rumbled an identical growl and flashed a glare up at Rinzler, but he didn’t stop, instead becoming more forceful as he sucked Sam off.

Rinzler tensed, sending a frisson of alarm through Sam’s fog of lust.

“Tron,” Sam called, soft and throaty, gently tugging on his head, scratching his nape. “That’s so fucking good, but you gotta stop now.”

Tron’s unfocused glare shifted to Sam’s face and he pulled off, letting Sam’s dick slide between his glossy, wet lips. “I’m sorry,” he uttered huskily. “You… you taste good, Sam.”

“I’ve been told,” Sam replied with a breathy chuckle. Then, squirming urgently and still hard as hell, he turned his head and demanded, “Why’d you make him stop?”

“I don’t want him to drink all your energy.” Rinzler’s much firmer hand closed around him and squeezed, drawing more droplets to Sam’s tip, which he then swept into his palm. “I want to use it to fuck you.”

Rinzler’s flat tone set a fire in Sam’s veins and made his heart slam with renewed vigour. “With Tron watching?” He looked down at the program in question, who had lain his cheek against Sam’s thigh and looked on in interest, his hands idly skimming up and down Sam’s calves and ankles.

“He’ll do more than watch. Spit,” Rinzler commanded, raising his palm and its smear of energy to Sam’s face.

Sam determinedly worked his jaw until he’d conjured a sizable gob of saliva to spit into Rinzler’s palm. Rinzler hummed his approval as he rubbed his wet fingers together, and then reached down beneath Sam’s body. Sam let out a huff at the sudden caress on his sensitive flesh, but the shock quickly gave way to warm pleasure as Rinzler circled with steady pressure. He’d missed this, missed Rinzler’s confidence and familiarity with his body.

“What are you doing?” Tron asked, his gaze fixed on Rinzler’s hand.

“Preparing his input.”

“He has an input?!”

“All Users have them.” Rinzler nuzzled the crook of Sam’s neck. “You still have your receiving terminal installed?” he asked, pointedly dipping his fingertips deeper into Sam’s sphincter.

“Mm… yeah,” Sam hummed, rolling his hips toward that delicious stimulation.

Rinzler murmured appreciatively and sucked on his skin. Sam’s neck abruptly stung as Rinzler’s teeth dug in, making him gasp. The gasp lowered to a groan as Rinzler’s finger slid inside his body. He bucked, seeking more, and Rinzler hooked an arm around his waist to hold him steady. “Almost there, my User,” he whispered, working in and out.

“I’m ready now,” Sam grated impatiently, his teeth clenched as he strained against Rinzler’s arm.

“How does he look, Tron?” Rinzler raised his chin to ask. “Can he fit us?” He pulled Sam’s cheek aside, exposing him.

“Wait,” Sam jolted. “Us?!”

“His port is so small,” Tron replied, frowning.

“It expands.” Rinzler scissored his fingers pointedly, setting off a rush of tingling pleasure. “I’ll start. You may continue enjoying his output.”

Tron sounded like he had been given a gift as he murmured a reverent, “Thank you.” His tone made Sam flush with embarrassment, but he quickly forgot it as Tron swiftly gripped the shaft of his dick and sucked the tip back into his mouth.

Sam’s head fell back again and he clawed at Tron and Rinzler’s heads as the combined sensations of Rinzler’s fingers and Tron’s tongue and lips obliterated his mind. “Fuck,” he moaned, rocking as much as he could in the hands of the two programs.

His moan spiked into a yelp of discomfort as Rinzler’s cock drove into him, hot and stinging, searing its way into Sam’s body.

“Are you all right?” Tron asked urgently, raising his head.

“Don’t stop!” Rinzler barked, his voice tight. His hand joined Sam’s where it clutched at Tron’s head and jerked him back down.

As Tron’s mouth engulfed him again, Sam forced himself to go still and breathe deeply, even as every muscle shivered.

“My User,” Rinzler murmured in his ear. His free hand slid to Sam’s belly where it stretched taut from his position. “My Sam. You feel so good.”

“Nngh.” Sam wanted to answer, but he choked on his own breath. Soon enough, though, the burn in his ass faded, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his dick, and his shivers began to subside. He relaxed against Rinzler’s shoulder and turned his head, hungry for his program. Rinzler obliged him, sealing his mouth over Sam’s and thrusting into his mouth as he began to roll his hips and slowly fuck him.

Sam rode on building waves of pleasure, light and darkness sparking behind his eyes, his body tense and throbbing with increasing need. He tried to jerk and twitch to make them go faster, but Rinzler and Tron held him steady, their movements almost excruciatingly slow. Finally, panting and flushed with chagrin, he mumbled, “Faster. Harder. I’m so close. Please.”

“You’re so beautiful when you beg,” Rinzler rumbled. “Don’t worry… we’ll go hard on you soon.” He caressed Tron’s cheek. “Take what you want from him,” he commanded. “Unleash your hunger.”

Tron’s eyes flashed. The suction on Sam’s dick increased so sharply that Sam cried out and clenched around Rinzler’s cock, making Rinzler groan and thrust more deeply into his body. Sam’s balls tightened, winched around the base of his dick. His ass twitched and his dick pulsed and darkness exploded behind his eyes as his orgasm lashed through his arms and legs and gut. His hoarse shout echoed back from the walls of the room as he shook and spasmed helplessly in Rinzler’s arms.

“Ohh,” Tron moaned, letting Sam slide from his wet and glowing lips. “Oh, Sam–” He cut off as Rinzler palmed his skull and dragged him up to his feet. As Sam watched on, dazed and full of a rich, pulsing glow, Rinzler jerked Tron’s face to his own and crashed into his mouth with a brutal kiss, his tongue visibly plundering the depths of Tron’s mouth as though hunting for something. Tron moaned again, bracing himself on the wall to either side of Rinzler’s head and pressed into him with equal force, shoving Rinzler hard against the wall and back of the couch.

Sam, still half-delirious with lust, wound his arms around Tron’s shoulders and mouthed at his neck, biting and sucking his smooth, pale flesh, tonguing the circuits below his ear, luxuriating in the feel of his powerful bulk grinding down against him even as Rinzler continued thrusting up languorously into him.

“You’re almost ready to take us both,” Rinzler uttered, pushing Tron away, his voice betraying the strain of holding himself back. It was a statement more than a question, and one hand slithered beneath Sam’s quivering thigh so he could stroke the stretched skin of Sam's entrance. Without waiting for an answer, he pried a finger in next to his cock as he slid in and out, making Sam whimper from the intensity. “Make Tron wet,” he added. He nipped the tendon beneath Sam’s ear. “Make him slippery with your mouth, my User.”

Some distant part of Sam’s mind quailed at the thought of trying to fit two thick security program cocks, but it was drowning under the pure, debauched hedonism that Rinzler could conjure. He was like an incubus, hypnotizing Sam with his voice and touch. Sam gazed up at Tron, his hero, and straightened with Rinzler’s assistance. He clawed at Tron’s waist and leaned in to kiss and licked the thick circuitry of his abdomen. Tron shuddered and gripped his head in a broad hand, but didn’t stop him. His circuits flickered and glowed purple, a mouth-watering colour, and Sam was encouraged to descend to the heavy output port between his thighs. He moaned as he took it into his mouth, rapturous at the size and weight of it, the knowledge of who it belonged to. Tron. The Tron. Tron, who made little groans and whimpers as Sam worked on him, who clutched Sam’s shoulders in careful, shaking hands. So powerful, so deadly, but so gentle. Sam’s ass burned as Rinzler pried him wider and he sucked more, drooling and desperate, lapping at Tron’s glowing terminal until saliva dripped from his chin.

“Now,” Rinzler murmured. “He’s ready, Tron. Ready for you. Take him.” He squeezed Sam around the waist and lifted him off his cock. Sam had a moment of dismay as he was left empty and tingling and dizzy from the abrupt change in position, before Tron grabbed his ass, lifted him, and he sank down onto another, identical wet cock. He groaned and wrapped his arms and legs around Tron’s strong figure, breathless from how his weight forced Tron so deep that Sam could feel it in the back of his throat.

So deep that Tron struck the receiving terminal that Sam had installed for Rinzler.

Tron grunted and whined low. “User,” he gasped, freezing in place, crushing Sam so close that Sam briefly couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t export yet,” Rinzler chided. He stood and moved behind Sam, his palms stroking Sam’s quivering skin. He cupped him under his thighs and hefted him higher, breaking the connection. His cool, powerful body clove against Sam’s back and ass and his fingertips stretched Sam’s aching asshole. His cock returned, nudging into the space next to Tron’s, forcing its way in smoothly, unstoppably as Sam shook from the intensity. When he was fully seated, they stood motionless for a moment as Sam focused on breathing and the pulse in his ass. Then Rinzler reached around to cup Tron’s nape. “Brace yourself and hold on to me,” he said grimly.

Tron mirrored his motion, locking an arm around Rinzler.

Then Rinzler began to move.

Slowly at first, then picking up speed, Rinzler began to jack his hips, driving harder, deeper into Sam. All Sam could do was cling to Tron as every nerve sang and the intense pleasure-pain washed through his body. Tron moaned against him, his face buried in Sam’s neck, his lips moving with whispered prayers. He began to rock in time with Rinzler, synchronizing their movements until they alternated pistoning into him and finding his receiving terminal.

Sam unravelled. Another climax ripped through him, liquifying his insides, blackening his vision, clouding his mind. He became a helpless sensory organ crushed between those two powerful programs, nothing but raw nerves and cries.

Tron’s eyes and circuits burned as Sam’s energy lashed through him. He shouted and stiffened and crushed Sam even tighter as every circuit flared purple. Rinzler grunted and bit into Sam’s shoulder as he too shuddered and exported.

Sam gasped again, his voice hoarse, released another wave of energy, and sank into the darkness of oblivion.

**

When Sam went limp, Tron loosened his grip and stumbled back, horrified. His calves hit the edge of the bench and he hurriedly dropped to sitting, holding Sam carefully on his lap, palming his slack face. “Sam!” he called urgently, rubbing the flushed height of his cheek. Had he gone offline? Had they been too rough on him?

“He’s fine,” Rinzler said. He stepped closer and dropped onto the couch beside Tron, appearing as exhausted as Tron felt. Not just exhausted, he looked… almost happy. His lips quirked, pulling at his scar, as he turned his head to regard them. “He can’t help but release a great deal of energy when he comes. He’ll recover with some sleep.”

“Oh.” That would explain why Tron’s circuits were buzzing, even after exporting a load of his own data. He sagged back in relief and gathered the User higher, letting his head rest on his chest.

They sat in silence for a time, listening to Sam breathe, before Tron spoke again. “Thank you for sharing your User with me.”

“Mm.” His eyes closed, Rinzler lolled his head against the back of the bench. “I just wanted you to know what you’re missing when we finally get out of here.”

That startled a laugh out of Tron. Sam shifted against him and he quickly lowered his voice. “I get it,” he replied warmly, idly stroking Sam’s short hair. “You may have been damaged, you may refuse to purify yourself, you may be a corrupted copy of me… but you are still worthy of the love of your User. And worthy of my respect. I’ll remember.” He smirked at Sam’s sleeping face and carefully saved the sensation of crushing inside of his vibrant body alongside Rinzler. “I’ll always remember.”