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Title: Close Enough

Fandom: Tron (Classic)

Pairing: Tron/Ram

Rating: R

Warnings: Program!sex


Kinkmeme Prompt: Tron/Ram. They've probably had cells next to each other for quite some time now, so I wouldn't be surprised if they started having FEELINGS for each other.
But there is a pesky force-field in the way. masturbation is the best alternative.



Ram lay on his side in the cell, facing away from the force-field wall. Shifting uncomfortably, he tried to power down, knowing that in less than a millicycle, he and Tron would be dragged out into the Games again.




Tron was just on the other side of that force-field, Ram knew, and probably trying to sleep as well. They'd been conversing quietly up to a few minutes before, and silence had only recently fallen between the two cells. Ram felt his circuits warm at the thought of the other Game warrior, the one who still fought for the Users. If it hadn't been for Tron, Ram felt certain he would have been derezzed long ago. As it was, Tron had taught him the best way to survive in the Games, tricks to keep him alive, ways to make sure he lived through each round. Every time they both made it back to their cells at the end of the cycle, they would grin at one another, knowing that they'd beaten Sark and the MCP at least once more.


They'd had long conversations in these cells, between the force-fields. Conversations about Users, about their purpose in the system, about the Games... all in hushed tones, across a crackling barrier that kept them apart. Ram had caught himself more than once just staring at Tron through that field of energy, admiring, looking up to his mentor, his friend.


Today, Ram had been returned to the cells long before Tron, and he'd paced the small space countless times (no, he had counted, it had been 257 times back and forth) until Tron had been shoved into the next room. Breathless, glowing, Tron had grinned at him... they'd put him through 5 rounds of the Games, hoping to finally break him, but no, he would not fall.


Ram had thought he was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.


With a gasp, he found that his hand had wandered to his chest, absently playing over the circuits there. Warmth gathered under his fingertips, traveling the length of the glowing lines, up and down his body. Another press, a bit further down, and he had to bite his lip to keep down a moan as the electric shudder ran through him. Oh Users, this is wrong... Tron is...


The thought of Tron was his undoing. Visions of the lean warrior flew through his processor: spinning and jumping as he flung a disk, diving to avoid another blow, determination on his face as he swore to fight always for the Users. Ram's hands stroked over his suit, patterns of light pulsing outward, his breathing becoming more erratic as pleasure began to build in his circuits. One hand moved over his inner thigh, brushing upward, as the other moved in slow circles over his chest. Would Tron touch him like this? Would he be gentle, teasing, rough? Would he know just how to bring Ram to the... very... edge...? “T-Tron...” he moaned softly, unable to hold back.


“Ram?” Tron's concerned voice came from the other side of the force-field, and Ram froze. He was close, so close to overload, only a few more touches would do it, and Tron's voice alone was almost enough to push him over.


“Y-yeah?” He hoped his voice didn't sound as shaky as he thought.


“Are you all right?” Ram squeezed his eyes shut. There was no way Tron wouldn't be able to tell what he was doing, if he saw him.


“Fine... m'okay... just...” He chanced a look over his shoulder, swallowing dryly as he saw Tron kneeling by the barrier. The other program's eyes were wide, taking in the way Ram's circuits were pulsing. Ram sighed, rolling over to brace himself on one elbow and face the other. No sense hiding it now. “Little private time, maybe?” he said, trying for a smirk to cover just how embarrassed he felt.


Tron tilted his head to one side, regarding Ram with an unreadable expression. “You called my name.”


Ram slumped a bit. “Yeah.” Any arousal he felt was quickly diminishing, his circuits dimming, the pulsing slowing. “Sorry?”


Slowly, Tron's hand came up, touching the T-shaped squares on his chest. One by one, they lit brightly as his fingers moved across them, and Ram's eyes widened. “You were thinking of me.” It wasn't a question.


Ram nodded, unable to answer verbally as he watched Tron's hand glide across his suit. The circuits lit in violet waves, pulsing over the other program's body, and oh, Ram wished he could touch him! Sitting up, he scrambled as close to the force-field as he dared, leaning against the wall next to it. His hand hovered over his own suit, wanting so much to touch, but not wanting to overload too early. He wanted to keep watching Tron.


Tron shifted, leaning against the wall next to him, now only a few centimeters and a powered field separating them. “Do you think of me... often?” he asked, his fingers gliding over his stomach, sending a pulse of light over his entire body.


Ram shook his head, then nodded in contradiction, entranced by the sight. “Yeah... I think of you. But... this is the first time I've...” He drew in a sharp breath, watching as Tron's circuits began to glow brighter. Unable to help himself, he stroked a sensitive line, feeling a shudder run through him.


Tron nodded, and Ram was pleased to see that he looked a little shaky as well. “Me too.” He palmed down the front of his suit, a bright glow diffusing out in his fingers' wake, and a low moan escaped from his lips.


Shivering, Ram mirrored the action, a bright burst of pleasure radiating through his circuits. “Users... Tron...” he gasped, his eyes never leaving the other program's. “I wish I could...”


“I... I know...” Tron's hands were moving faster now, playing over the lines of his suit, running over his thighs, between his legs, over his stomach. Ram tried to keep up, watching, panting, touching, guided by Tron's actions and moans. Interfacing with oneself was never as good as with another program, but watching Tron pleasure himself was... intoxicating. He barely noticed as the pulses of their circuits began to glow in tandem, faster, brighter, stronger, as hands pressed, touched, caressed over bodies that were now writhing with need.


“T-Tron... m'gonna... are you...?”


“Yeah... yeah... c'mon...”


With a cry, Ram reached his peak, circuits flaring bright violet in a series of wild, erratic pulses. He moaned Tron's name over and over as he jerked and arched off the floor, overloading harder than he ever had by himself. He regained enough awareness to turn and watch Tron finish his own climax, body taut and mouth open in a silent cry, and it was enough to send another weak aftershock through his system. “That was... Tron, that was amazing,” he panted, grinning at the other program.


Tron lolled his head to one side, giving him an answering smile. “Just wait until we get out of here. It'll be even better.”


With a laugh, Ram settled against the wall, looking up at the transparent ceiling. Now he really had something to fight for.


Date: 2011-01-05 02:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yessssss awesome! I was hoping someone would fill this, and you did an excellent job.

Poor Ram. T_T Why did he have to die? There could have been so much sexytimes.

Date: 2011-01-06 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! And I knooow, he was adorable and needed to live. :(

Date: 2011-01-05 04:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OMG so happy someone filled this <3 This was great! Loved it. I need more of this pairing ; v;

Date: 2011-01-06 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks! The fic bunny bit and I had to write it. ♥ I need to write more classic!Tron too.

Date: 2011-01-06 06:25 am (UTC)
shiverelectric: hardcore gamer (hardcore gamer)
From: [personal profile] shiverelectric
Holy mo, I love this fandom!

Date: 2011-01-06 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Th-that icon...


Date: 2011-01-06 07:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]


That was SO cute, innocent and sweet but still hot! <3

Date: 2011-01-06 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay, I'm glad that all came across in the fic! ♥

Date: 2011-01-06 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'll have to say this was one of the most erotically sad things ever I have read.

Date: 2011-01-06 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aw, thanks! In hindsight, it is rather tragic, isn't it?

Date: 2011-01-06 10:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

okay, no, i loved this all throughout, but the second Ram said "Sorry?" i totally freaked and i was like THIS FIC JUST CLIMBED AN EXTRA LEVEL IN ADORABLE/PERFECT/ETC, seriously, that was just so great and so Ram.

also hnnn i loved that you used tech terms and it was very... program and not human, but also still hot and just yessss

Date: 2011-01-06 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hee! This is the best reaction. Glad you liked it and found it IC!

And thanks... I was wavering between making it program!sex or human!sex and decided to go the tech way. Glad it worked for you.

Date: 2011-01-06 10:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh my user, this is amazing. <33

Date: 2011-01-06 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.

Date: 2011-01-09 02:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I've been looking for fic of this pairing :) Wonderful, thank you :)

Date: 2011-01-15 10:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Mmm, tasty! Love how unsure Ram is of himself here . . . until he gets a little encouragement!

Date: 2011-09-04 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That is slightly heartbreaking. Totally sweet. And hot.


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