Fic: We Might as Well be Strangers (Sam/Vint) Tron Legacy
Title: We Might as Well be Strangers
Pairing: Sam/Vint
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: creative anatomy
Word Count: 3,234
Disclaimer: Disney owns all. Shocking fact -- I'm not Disney.
Summary: Sam and Vint escape the Lightcycle Arena together.
Author's note: This was written for aeon_entwined and her Tumblr buddies. Also this kink meme prompt.
He could not believe they had just made it out of there alive.
It was a death sentence with no escape and yet they have beaten the odds.
When the other had yelled his plan to him over the roar of their light cycles, Vint had thought for sure that he was out of his mind. But he had taken a chance on the stranger and followed his lead. Slamming his cycle into the arena wall along with him.
And somehow -- it had worked. The wall had collapsed in a shower of sparks and they had been free.
And now they are running through the empty streets of Tron City. They abandoned their cycles some ways off. He didn't think it was a good idea, but he trusted the blond and once more followed his lead.
He's a bit wary of this new found trust though. He doesn't let himself believe in others very easily these days and if what Clu's henchmen had said at the arena was true -- well that is a whole other situation.
But he can't let himself care at the moment. He is far too happy to simply be alive and not a pile of pixels on the arena floor like his unfortunate comrades.
They turn a corner and find themselves in a dead end alleyway.
The blond stops and rests against the wall; sucking in deep breaths. He wants to ask why they've stopped but there is no point, so he keeps his mouth shut. Once the other has his breath under control he looks up at Vint, eyes hot with excitement and triumph.
"I can't believe that worked! Oh man, I thought we were dead for sure. Holy shit that was a close call..."
He nods his head in agreement and leans against the wall next to the other. He's feeling a little tired himself now that the fear is wearing off.
"What's your name?"
He is slightly surprised the other even wants to know. But they did just face the threat of derezzolution together. He probably owes him that much.
"It's Vint... Yours?"
The blond smiles and sticks out his hand in a gesture that clearly means something to him, but means nothing to Vint. He ignores it.
"Nice to meet you Vint. I'm Sam Flynn, a User."
His eyebrows arch up in surprise. He is a little taken aback that the other would admit it so easily.
Was he crazy -- Or truly what he said he was?
"So -- what they said back there is true... You're a User?"
He knows his voice sounds incredulous but he can't help it. He was never one to believe in all that User nonsense. But perhaps he has been wrong all along.
"Damn right I am!"
"Hmmmm...Interesting..."
The User looks annoyed and pushes himself away from the wall to come stand in front of him.
He hopes the other will not do anything to make him regret the previous trust he had bestowed upon him. There is a strange look in his eyes that makes Vint nervous. How was he supposed to know how a User would react to anything?
This one has already proven himself to be dangerously reckless. Effective yes -- but dangerous all the same.
The blond leans into him and rests his hands against the wall behind him, framing his head with strong arms. His nervousness ratchets up a notch and he can feel the other's breath gusting warm against his face.
"Is that all you've got to say? I would think a program would be more excited to meet a real life User."
He meets the other's blue eyes and glares with as much sincerity as he can muster with the fear that is slowly gathering inside him.
"I never believed in Users."
The fear was needless because Sam Flynn laughs then; his eyes crinkling with mirth. The previous mood gone in an instant.
"Of course you didn't. Why would you? It doesn't seem like you people have seen one in a long, long time..."
His eyes grow suddenly distant and cold then and Vint wants to see the light back in them. But before he can do anything the User leans in and shoves his mouth against his own.
He's shocked for a nanocycle and doesn't respond; Sam Flynn pulls away from him with a displeased look on his face.
"Come on man. We just almost died. Let's reaffirm our lust for life a little, huh..."
He must look utterly baffled because the User sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes.
"Just play along okay -- I'll do all the work."
That sounds fine to him.
He is not exactly sure what the other wants from him, but he's too nervous to say no. He does owe the User his life after all.
Sam Flynn leans in once more to capture his lips and this time he moves his mouth against his in return. He can't help a gasp that tumbles from his throat when the User's teeth drags on his circuit. He can feel the other's smile on his mouth and then the blond's tongue is darting out to lap and suck at it and he feels weak in the knees, whimpering as his circuits pulse. The color already blushing pink in some places.
The User shoves him into the wall. Their bodies pressed flush, chest to chest; circuits sparking. Then Sam Flynn is moaning and thrusting a knee between his thighs.
Vint can only presume that the other wants to interface with him in this dark, empty alleyway and for some reason the thought sends a thrill through him. He's not used to being dominated. But the other is a User. Does he really have a choice in the matter...
The kiss has turned brutal and raw. The leftover emotions from the Arena spilling out.
The User is obviously getting desperate and he feels himself being dragged along by the tide of the others lust.
There is a feeling on the edge of his awareness that is growing with every rhythmic motion of the User's knee against his center; the wonderfully filthy slide of their tongues together. It gains light and heat and when it hits him, he nearly overloads right then and there.
Sam Flynn's circuits are blazing brightly and the energy he is giving off is a hundred times sweeter and more powerful then he has ever felt before. The thought that Sam Flynn could be anything but a User is destroyed with one taste of that pure energy.
He cries out loudly and the User shoves their mouths together harder to muffle the noise. He gets his voice under control long enough for the other to pull back and hiss against his mouth.
"Fuck! Be quiet! Don't want to attract attention do you?"
But he can't control it.
Vint is on a plateau he has never reached before. So fast and so much he can hardly stand it.
When Sam Flynn bends down and runs his tongue down his neck and then bites down hard on the flesh where it joins his shoulder, through the fabric of his suit. His hands fly up to cover his own mouth to try and smother the screams and moans that are being wrung from him.
The User is lowering himself to his knees, licking and biting burning hot circuits on his way down. They are both running so hot with pent up energy that the thought flits in his mind that it would not make any difference if he is loud. They are going to blow out the whole sector anyway with the way they are going. Attention is going to be drawn, one way or another.
When Sam Flynn is finally on his knees before him he looks down at him, the sight makes him whimper into his hands.
The User looks very good like that. Very good indeed.
The other sways into him and buries his face in his crotch. Tongue gliding along the black fabric of his suit, making it glisten in the combined blue light of their circuits. He groans harshly and lets his hands fall away from his mouth to tangle in the User's short golden hair.
The other makes an appreciative moan and he grips harder, pulling him tighter against his body. He wills his suit to derezz along his hips and groin.
Suddenly, the User is pulling back from his body with a surprised grunt.
"Oh -- wow... Damn -- I was not expecting that..."
He pulls on the other's hair again to try and get him back in place, but he resists.
"What's wrong?"
He is still panting somewhat and the words come out sounding weaker than he meant them too.
"You're not the same..."
And now he is getting pissed. He just wants Sam Flynn back to licking his circuits. Wants him to shut up and put that mouth to better use. But there is an obvious problem here and they will not be moving forward until it's worked out.
"What do you mean?"
Sam Flynn looks embarrassed and bites his bottom lip; looking away from him.
"You're not normal down there. You don't have anything... What do you expect me to do with that...?"
And now he's downright furious.
"What are you talking about!? Of course I'm normal. What's normal to you?"
The User pulls away from him a little more, enough to grant access to his groin. He fumbles for a moment, obviously unsure how to derezz his suit and Vint just does it for him, tired of waiting. What he sees is not what he was expecting, that's for sure.
There is a strange appendage between the User's legs. He has never seen anything like it before. Although he has heard rumors whispered in dark back rooms at End of Line that their fearless leader is different from other programs. That he had inherited something from his User that made him special.
To be honest, Vint had never found such rumors credible. Not when Users did not exist. But now he's not so sure about it. Maybe Clu is like a User, and isn't that a frightening thought.
"That's -- different..."
It's all he can manage in this strange situation and he spares a moment to bemoan his luck.
How does this keep happening to him? How does he keep getting himself mixed up in these bizarre situations?
He really can't take this right now. He wants to overload and he wants it now. He doesn't want to wait for Sam Flynn to stop freaking out over anatomical differences. It's not like it matters all that much. Most of overload is circuit based anyway.
They stare one another down for a few more nanocycles before he snaps.
"Are you going to get on with it or not!?"
He pulls roughly on the User's hair and he loses his balance. Falls in closer where Vint wants him to be. But still, he is hesitant.
"Okay, okay -- Fucking hell... I guess I'll just pretend you're a chick or something..."
He has no idea what the User means. But all thought flies from his head when a hot, wet tongue suddenly laves a broad swath up his central circuit. The moan that escapes him is shaky and needy and he grips the User's head tighter as the other laps and sucks at his circuits. His legs are shaking and he knows he is not going to be able to keep himself upright.
"Sam Flynn -- wait!"
He tries to get the Users attention, but the other is too engrossed in what he is doing to hear.
Vint's legs give way and he slides down the wall as slow as he can. Sam Flynn squeaks in alarm but follows his body.
He is sitting down now, back against the wall. He lets his thighs fall open wide and the User is instantly back between them; flicking his tongue in a circular motion to blazing circuits and sucking at random intervals.
It's too much and he can feel overload overtaking him. He doesn't want it to end but he can't really stop it.
His head slams back into the wall and he stares up at the sky. This is going to be bright and loud, no doubt about that.
He still has his hands in the User's short locks and he starts pulling and pushing instinctively until they have built up a solid rhythm. He is raising his hips to roll his groin up against Sam Flynn's mouth just as he pulls down and the other is allowing him this control. It's a powerful feeling to know he has a User on his knees servicing him in some dark corner of the city. That thought -- along with the User's clever mouth, brings him to overload and before he can stop himself he is screaming his pleasure to the black skies. Light and heat explode forth from his circuits and he can feel the User jerk in surprise between his legs.
When it's over he is left panting and gasping, body twitching with little electrical shocks. Sam Flynn moves to raise his head and he lets go of his hair.
The look of surprise on the other's face makes him want to laugh but he restrains himself. He is feeling far too good to risk angering him.
"What the hell what that!?"
The tone of the User's voice is so dumbfounded, he can't help the amused snort that breaks free.
"That was overloading. Surely you Users have something equivalent where you come from?"
The User narrows his eyes and glares at him, but there is hint of playfulness in his gaze.
"Of course we do. Would you like me to educate you in the matter of User ways?"
He smiles, wide and broad and balls his fists in the collar of Sam Flynn's suit. Pulling him down into a kiss. He can taste his own ozone on the other's lips and he moans into the User's mouth when the blond slips his body between his thighs.
"I think you'll like this. It might be a little weird at first, but just go with it..."
He nods his consent and Sam Flynn thrusts their hips together. There is a foreign hardness that drags a swath of wet heat along his circuits and even though he has just overloaded, he moans at the sensation.
It's strange, but not bad, and soon the User is rocking his hips into him with an aggressive rhythm; groaning and panting. The movement shoves him farther into the wall and his identity disc rubs against the smooth, cool surface in a way that sends tingles of warmth and pleasure through his body. It has been a long time since he's had a disc in his port and he had forgotten just how good it can feel.
He wraps his legs around the User's waist and is rewarded with a deep, harsh moan. It's not long before the User is thrusting against him with as much force as he can manage.
Vint is not used to being submissive, but that might have to change; 'cause this feels down right fantastic.
He is slamming his hips down against the User's, gasping and pleading as he feels a second overload rising in him. The feel of the User's hot, moist hardness rubbing harshly against his already sensitive core circuits is beyond erotic. He can't get enough of it.
His head had fallen back to rest on his shoulder and Sam Flynn takes the opportunity to suck and bite his neck; mouth rough and demanding. He wraps his arms around the other's neck and holds onto him tightly. The frantic speed of their hips is nearly painful now and he moans into the User's ear.
"Please! Now -- let go, now!"
Sam Flynn grunts loudly, voice low and guttural and bites down on his neck. There is a flash of light blinding in its intensity and so hot it almost burns.
The User's overload is extreme for all its raw power and his second overload is ripped from his body when their energies mingle. It's so powerful he can't even voice his pleasure, mouth opening on a silent scream, his eyes wide in shock.
It's the most amazing climax he has ever had and he is somewhat stunned when he comes back down.
Sam Flynn is laying on him, limp weight pinning him to the wall. The other is panting and shuddering. Trying to get control of himself. Vint can feel an odd wetness between his thighs and he can only spare a nanocycle to wonder what it is before reboot hits him hard and everything goes dark...
When he comes back on-line he finds himself propped up against the wall; suit rerezzed and body clean. He feels amazing and lets a satisfied, lazy smile light up his face when he sees Sam Flynn beside him. The User is watching him with avid interest and returns his smile.
"I thought I had killed you or something. Do programs always pass out and stay that way for a while after mind blowing sex?"
He laughs and rests his head against Sam Flynn's shoulder. He feels happy. It's not something he is used to feeling.
"Yeah, it's normal, don't worry. Just reboot..."
"Reboot!? Man, you really are a computer program..."
There is a brief, comfortable silence between them that he is loathe to break, but there are important things to discuss now.
"What are we going to do?"
He feels Sam Flynn tense up slightly beside him and a little niggling of doubt gnaws at him. Maybe the User will want to part ways now.
"I have to find my Dad -- Kevin Flynn. That's the most important thing for me right now..."
Vint tries not to feel disappointed.
"Oh -- I see..."
The User looks down at him and catches his rejected look before he can mask it.
"You could -- come with me -- if you wanted..."
There is a sharp flood of warmth in his circuits and he grabs Sam Flynn's hand before he can think twice.
The User twitches a bit in surprise, but then laces their fingers together.
Life is not so bad right now it seems. At least he is not alone...
Suddenly they hear the noise of a vehicle and a light runner comes screeching around the corner and stops in the mouth of the alley.
They both tense up, ready to flee at a moments notice. The top slides back with a hiss and a helmeted figure barks out orders.
"Get In!"
He and Sam Flynn share a look of consideration with one another; mentally weighing their options. But once again, it is the User who makes the decision.
He jumps to his feet and pulls Vint up by their joined hands and pulls him toward the open light runner.
He follows the User, as he assumes he probably always will.
There is something about the other that draws him in -- has from the moment he first saw him on the recognizer.
He trusts him, and that is all that matters now.
Vint doesn't know how he keeps ending up in these crazy situations. But for once, he is glad that he has...
Pairing: Sam/Vint
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: creative anatomy
Word Count: 3,234
Disclaimer: Disney owns all. Shocking fact -- I'm not Disney.
Summary: Sam and Vint escape the Lightcycle Arena together.
Author's note: This was written for aeon_entwined and her Tumblr buddies. Also this kink meme prompt.
He could not believe they had just made it out of there alive.
It was a death sentence with no escape and yet they have beaten the odds.
When the other had yelled his plan to him over the roar of their light cycles, Vint had thought for sure that he was out of his mind. But he had taken a chance on the stranger and followed his lead. Slamming his cycle into the arena wall along with him.
And somehow -- it had worked. The wall had collapsed in a shower of sparks and they had been free.
And now they are running through the empty streets of Tron City. They abandoned their cycles some ways off. He didn't think it was a good idea, but he trusted the blond and once more followed his lead.
He's a bit wary of this new found trust though. He doesn't let himself believe in others very easily these days and if what Clu's henchmen had said at the arena was true -- well that is a whole other situation.
But he can't let himself care at the moment. He is far too happy to simply be alive and not a pile of pixels on the arena floor like his unfortunate comrades.
They turn a corner and find themselves in a dead end alleyway.
The blond stops and rests against the wall; sucking in deep breaths. He wants to ask why they've stopped but there is no point, so he keeps his mouth shut. Once the other has his breath under control he looks up at Vint, eyes hot with excitement and triumph.
"I can't believe that worked! Oh man, I thought we were dead for sure. Holy shit that was a close call..."
He nods his head in agreement and leans against the wall next to the other. He's feeling a little tired himself now that the fear is wearing off.
"What's your name?"
He is slightly surprised the other even wants to know. But they did just face the threat of derezzolution together. He probably owes him that much.
"It's Vint... Yours?"
The blond smiles and sticks out his hand in a gesture that clearly means something to him, but means nothing to Vint. He ignores it.
"Nice to meet you Vint. I'm Sam Flynn, a User."
His eyebrows arch up in surprise. He is a little taken aback that the other would admit it so easily.
Was he crazy -- Or truly what he said he was?
"So -- what they said back there is true... You're a User?"
He knows his voice sounds incredulous but he can't help it. He was never one to believe in all that User nonsense. But perhaps he has been wrong all along.
"Damn right I am!"
"Hmmmm...Interesting..."
The User looks annoyed and pushes himself away from the wall to come stand in front of him.
He hopes the other will not do anything to make him regret the previous trust he had bestowed upon him. There is a strange look in his eyes that makes Vint nervous. How was he supposed to know how a User would react to anything?
This one has already proven himself to be dangerously reckless. Effective yes -- but dangerous all the same.
The blond leans into him and rests his hands against the wall behind him, framing his head with strong arms. His nervousness ratchets up a notch and he can feel the other's breath gusting warm against his face.
"Is that all you've got to say? I would think a program would be more excited to meet a real life User."
He meets the other's blue eyes and glares with as much sincerity as he can muster with the fear that is slowly gathering inside him.
"I never believed in Users."
The fear was needless because Sam Flynn laughs then; his eyes crinkling with mirth. The previous mood gone in an instant.
"Of course you didn't. Why would you? It doesn't seem like you people have seen one in a long, long time..."
His eyes grow suddenly distant and cold then and Vint wants to see the light back in them. But before he can do anything the User leans in and shoves his mouth against his own.
He's shocked for a nanocycle and doesn't respond; Sam Flynn pulls away from him with a displeased look on his face.
"Come on man. We just almost died. Let's reaffirm our lust for life a little, huh..."
He must look utterly baffled because the User sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes.
"Just play along okay -- I'll do all the work."
That sounds fine to him.
He is not exactly sure what the other wants from him, but he's too nervous to say no. He does owe the User his life after all.
Sam Flynn leans in once more to capture his lips and this time he moves his mouth against his in return. He can't help a gasp that tumbles from his throat when the User's teeth drags on his circuit. He can feel the other's smile on his mouth and then the blond's tongue is darting out to lap and suck at it and he feels weak in the knees, whimpering as his circuits pulse. The color already blushing pink in some places.
The User shoves him into the wall. Their bodies pressed flush, chest to chest; circuits sparking. Then Sam Flynn is moaning and thrusting a knee between his thighs.
Vint can only presume that the other wants to interface with him in this dark, empty alleyway and for some reason the thought sends a thrill through him. He's not used to being dominated. But the other is a User. Does he really have a choice in the matter...
The kiss has turned brutal and raw. The leftover emotions from the Arena spilling out.
The User is obviously getting desperate and he feels himself being dragged along by the tide of the others lust.
There is a feeling on the edge of his awareness that is growing with every rhythmic motion of the User's knee against his center; the wonderfully filthy slide of their tongues together. It gains light and heat and when it hits him, he nearly overloads right then and there.
Sam Flynn's circuits are blazing brightly and the energy he is giving off is a hundred times sweeter and more powerful then he has ever felt before. The thought that Sam Flynn could be anything but a User is destroyed with one taste of that pure energy.
He cries out loudly and the User shoves their mouths together harder to muffle the noise. He gets his voice under control long enough for the other to pull back and hiss against his mouth.
"Fuck! Be quiet! Don't want to attract attention do you?"
But he can't control it.
Vint is on a plateau he has never reached before. So fast and so much he can hardly stand it.
When Sam Flynn bends down and runs his tongue down his neck and then bites down hard on the flesh where it joins his shoulder, through the fabric of his suit. His hands fly up to cover his own mouth to try and smother the screams and moans that are being wrung from him.
The User is lowering himself to his knees, licking and biting burning hot circuits on his way down. They are both running so hot with pent up energy that the thought flits in his mind that it would not make any difference if he is loud. They are going to blow out the whole sector anyway with the way they are going. Attention is going to be drawn, one way or another.
When Sam Flynn is finally on his knees before him he looks down at him, the sight makes him whimper into his hands.
The User looks very good like that. Very good indeed.
The other sways into him and buries his face in his crotch. Tongue gliding along the black fabric of his suit, making it glisten in the combined blue light of their circuits. He groans harshly and lets his hands fall away from his mouth to tangle in the User's short golden hair.
The other makes an appreciative moan and he grips harder, pulling him tighter against his body. He wills his suit to derezz along his hips and groin.
Suddenly, the User is pulling back from his body with a surprised grunt.
"Oh -- wow... Damn -- I was not expecting that..."
He pulls on the other's hair again to try and get him back in place, but he resists.
"What's wrong?"
He is still panting somewhat and the words come out sounding weaker than he meant them too.
"You're not the same..."
And now he is getting pissed. He just wants Sam Flynn back to licking his circuits. Wants him to shut up and put that mouth to better use. But there is an obvious problem here and they will not be moving forward until it's worked out.
"What do you mean?"
Sam Flynn looks embarrassed and bites his bottom lip; looking away from him.
"You're not normal down there. You don't have anything... What do you expect me to do with that...?"
And now he's downright furious.
"What are you talking about!? Of course I'm normal. What's normal to you?"
The User pulls away from him a little more, enough to grant access to his groin. He fumbles for a moment, obviously unsure how to derezz his suit and Vint just does it for him, tired of waiting. What he sees is not what he was expecting, that's for sure.
There is a strange appendage between the User's legs. He has never seen anything like it before. Although he has heard rumors whispered in dark back rooms at End of Line that their fearless leader is different from other programs. That he had inherited something from his User that made him special.
To be honest, Vint had never found such rumors credible. Not when Users did not exist. But now he's not so sure about it. Maybe Clu is like a User, and isn't that a frightening thought.
"That's -- different..."
It's all he can manage in this strange situation and he spares a moment to bemoan his luck.
How does this keep happening to him? How does he keep getting himself mixed up in these bizarre situations?
He really can't take this right now. He wants to overload and he wants it now. He doesn't want to wait for Sam Flynn to stop freaking out over anatomical differences. It's not like it matters all that much. Most of overload is circuit based anyway.
They stare one another down for a few more nanocycles before he snaps.
"Are you going to get on with it or not!?"
He pulls roughly on the User's hair and he loses his balance. Falls in closer where Vint wants him to be. But still, he is hesitant.
"Okay, okay -- Fucking hell... I guess I'll just pretend you're a chick or something..."
He has no idea what the User means. But all thought flies from his head when a hot, wet tongue suddenly laves a broad swath up his central circuit. The moan that escapes him is shaky and needy and he grips the User's head tighter as the other laps and sucks at his circuits. His legs are shaking and he knows he is not going to be able to keep himself upright.
"Sam Flynn -- wait!"
He tries to get the Users attention, but the other is too engrossed in what he is doing to hear.
Vint's legs give way and he slides down the wall as slow as he can. Sam Flynn squeaks in alarm but follows his body.
He is sitting down now, back against the wall. He lets his thighs fall open wide and the User is instantly back between them; flicking his tongue in a circular motion to blazing circuits and sucking at random intervals.
It's too much and he can feel overload overtaking him. He doesn't want it to end but he can't really stop it.
His head slams back into the wall and he stares up at the sky. This is going to be bright and loud, no doubt about that.
He still has his hands in the User's short locks and he starts pulling and pushing instinctively until they have built up a solid rhythm. He is raising his hips to roll his groin up against Sam Flynn's mouth just as he pulls down and the other is allowing him this control. It's a powerful feeling to know he has a User on his knees servicing him in some dark corner of the city. That thought -- along with the User's clever mouth, brings him to overload and before he can stop himself he is screaming his pleasure to the black skies. Light and heat explode forth from his circuits and he can feel the User jerk in surprise between his legs.
When it's over he is left panting and gasping, body twitching with little electrical shocks. Sam Flynn moves to raise his head and he lets go of his hair.
The look of surprise on the other's face makes him want to laugh but he restrains himself. He is feeling far too good to risk angering him.
"What the hell what that!?"
The tone of the User's voice is so dumbfounded, he can't help the amused snort that breaks free.
"That was overloading. Surely you Users have something equivalent where you come from?"
The User narrows his eyes and glares at him, but there is hint of playfulness in his gaze.
"Of course we do. Would you like me to educate you in the matter of User ways?"
He smiles, wide and broad and balls his fists in the collar of Sam Flynn's suit. Pulling him down into a kiss. He can taste his own ozone on the other's lips and he moans into the User's mouth when the blond slips his body between his thighs.
"I think you'll like this. It might be a little weird at first, but just go with it..."
He nods his consent and Sam Flynn thrusts their hips together. There is a foreign hardness that drags a swath of wet heat along his circuits and even though he has just overloaded, he moans at the sensation.
It's strange, but not bad, and soon the User is rocking his hips into him with an aggressive rhythm; groaning and panting. The movement shoves him farther into the wall and his identity disc rubs against the smooth, cool surface in a way that sends tingles of warmth and pleasure through his body. It has been a long time since he's had a disc in his port and he had forgotten just how good it can feel.
He wraps his legs around the User's waist and is rewarded with a deep, harsh moan. It's not long before the User is thrusting against him with as much force as he can manage.
Vint is not used to being submissive, but that might have to change; 'cause this feels down right fantastic.
He is slamming his hips down against the User's, gasping and pleading as he feels a second overload rising in him. The feel of the User's hot, moist hardness rubbing harshly against his already sensitive core circuits is beyond erotic. He can't get enough of it.
His head had fallen back to rest on his shoulder and Sam Flynn takes the opportunity to suck and bite his neck; mouth rough and demanding. He wraps his arms around the other's neck and holds onto him tightly. The frantic speed of their hips is nearly painful now and he moans into the User's ear.
"Please! Now -- let go, now!"
Sam Flynn grunts loudly, voice low and guttural and bites down on his neck. There is a flash of light blinding in its intensity and so hot it almost burns.
The User's overload is extreme for all its raw power and his second overload is ripped from his body when their energies mingle. It's so powerful he can't even voice his pleasure, mouth opening on a silent scream, his eyes wide in shock.
It's the most amazing climax he has ever had and he is somewhat stunned when he comes back down.
Sam Flynn is laying on him, limp weight pinning him to the wall. The other is panting and shuddering. Trying to get control of himself. Vint can feel an odd wetness between his thighs and he can only spare a nanocycle to wonder what it is before reboot hits him hard and everything goes dark...
When he comes back on-line he finds himself propped up against the wall; suit rerezzed and body clean. He feels amazing and lets a satisfied, lazy smile light up his face when he sees Sam Flynn beside him. The User is watching him with avid interest and returns his smile.
"I thought I had killed you or something. Do programs always pass out and stay that way for a while after mind blowing sex?"
He laughs and rests his head against Sam Flynn's shoulder. He feels happy. It's not something he is used to feeling.
"Yeah, it's normal, don't worry. Just reboot..."
"Reboot!? Man, you really are a computer program..."
There is a brief, comfortable silence between them that he is loathe to break, but there are important things to discuss now.
"What are we going to do?"
He feels Sam Flynn tense up slightly beside him and a little niggling of doubt gnaws at him. Maybe the User will want to part ways now.
"I have to find my Dad -- Kevin Flynn. That's the most important thing for me right now..."
Vint tries not to feel disappointed.
"Oh -- I see..."
The User looks down at him and catches his rejected look before he can mask it.
"You could -- come with me -- if you wanted..."
There is a sharp flood of warmth in his circuits and he grabs Sam Flynn's hand before he can think twice.
The User twitches a bit in surprise, but then laces their fingers together.
Life is not so bad right now it seems. At least he is not alone...
Suddenly they hear the noise of a vehicle and a light runner comes screeching around the corner and stops in the mouth of the alley.
They both tense up, ready to flee at a moments notice. The top slides back with a hiss and a helmeted figure barks out orders.
"Get In!"
He and Sam Flynn share a look of consideration with one another; mentally weighing their options. But once again, it is the User who makes the decision.
He jumps to his feet and pulls Vint up by their joined hands and pulls him toward the open light runner.
He follows the User, as he assumes he probably always will.
There is something about the other that draws him in -- has from the moment he first saw him on the recognizer.
He trusts him, and that is all that matters now.
Vint doesn't know how he keeps ending up in these crazy situations. But for once, he is glad that he has...