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Fff and now I wrote something that wasn't even on my to-do list...

Title: Electricity
Fandom: Tron: Legacy
Pairing: Tron/Sam
Word Count: 1075
Rating: OMG PORN. PWP EVEN. NC-17 yup.
Summary: Tron and Sam have a lot of shiny sex and break stuff THE END. Based on [ profile] yanagoya's shiny shiny artz that she drew for me. NNNGH SO PRETTY. And yesss I will write the fic I promised you BUT THIS ONE ATE MY BRAIN UNTIL I WROTE IT OKAY.

Sex is always better on the Grid. Sam doesn't know why, maybe it's the way Tron's circuits light up in increasingly bright shades of violet, or the way the whole room seems to glow around them as they writhe on the bed together (or against the wall, or on a table, or in an elevator, or wherever they ended up this time), or maybe it's just the way everything is so electric there, but it's so intense, so vibrant, and he's never come so hard in his life as when he's inside the system and that makes no fucking sense to him but he's just going to go with it. Of course, it's amazing with Tron when they're in the User world too, he won't deny that, and showing the program how things worked “out there” was great, but inside... inside is just more.

Now there's the lights of the city glowing just beyond the force-field window, which is crackling with electric currents now as Tron gets close to his own climax, feeding the energy in the room as the sound of gasps and moans fill the air. Sam is arching his back, braced with feet and shoulders, legs spread wide over Tron's thighs, pillows shoved to the side as he strains, meeting Tron's thrusts, harder, faster, deeper, Tron's hands on his hips pulling him closer, and oh God, he can feel Tron inside him, hot and hard and pulsing with that same current that's lighting the whole room. Cracking his eyes open, he sees Tron above him, and he's watching him, a glow in his eyes that makes Sam's breath catch. The program doesn't pant or sweat but his circuits are flushed completely purple and Sam knows he's right on the edge too. “Tron...” he gasps, reaching for him, needing to touch, needing to feel, needing something to push him over. “Tron...!”

There, finally, there's a hand wrapping around his straining cock, fingers glowing and tingling with something strangely akin to static electricity and Sam throws his head back, fingers gripping the bedsheets, still reaching for Tron with his free hand, frozen in a moment of pure ecstasy as the world explodes in colored lights behind his now tightly-closed eyelids. He writhes and cries out, feeling cum splash his stomach as Tron's fist strokes him to completion.

He comes back down slowly, his breath shaky and hitching as he tries to pull himself back together. Tron is still moving inside him, small, controlled thrusts, and Sam moans in over-sensitized pleasure and forces his eyes open to focus on the other. Tron is still watching him, lips parted, his circuits pulsing and flaring brightly, and Sam thinks he's the most amazing thing he's ever seen. This is why it's always better on the Grid... this sight right here, it has to be.

“C'mere,” Sam murmurs, sinking back into the bed and holding his arms out, drawing his knees up to make room for Tron. He's tired, sated, just on the edge of sore now, but he's not going to leave Tron unsatisfied.

Tron looks unsure even as he settles on top of Sam, still buried deep inside him. “Are you...?”

Sam cuts him off by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, uncaring of the strain the position puts on his back. He wraps his legs around Tron's hips and encourages him to thrust again, groaning quietly into his mouth at the feeling. It's almost enough to get him hard again, the electric pulse, the energy vibrating through their bodies, and he shudders with it, enjoying the pleasure and knowing what's still going to happen. “C'mon, Tron,” he murmurs against the program's mouth, pressing fingers to what he knows are sensitive circuit patterns on his back. “C'mon...” With that, he rakes his fingers downward, tracing the glowing lines, putting pressure where he knows Tron likes it, and maybe adding just a little of his own User energy through the tips of his fingers. Tron shudders against him, moaning, thrusting harder, faster, and this time it's Sam's turn to watch as Tron cries out, every circuit on his body flaring bright violet-white, almost too brilliant for Sam's eyes, lighting the room, sending electric tracers crackling along the walls. Sam can feel it in himself, the overload shuddering through him, pulsing from Tron's cock inside him in warm waves and echoing through his hands and his chest and his mouth and suddenly Sam's coming again too, the peak a shock to him, the pleasure nearly overwhelming. A gasp tears itself from his lips and he clutches Tron tighter with arms and legs, fingers digging into circuits and Tron moans again, circuits flaring in a secondary overload, and oh, Sam can feel that too...!

Lightning races along the walls and through the force-field window, brighter, stronger with every pulse, fed by the glowing figures on the bed. Tron's body jerks again, one last time as he pours his energy into Sam, and the window cracks and shatters, the buildup too strong for the circuits to hold. Sam doesn't notice until some time later, when a faint breeze from the now-open wall stirs a lock of Tron's hair against his face, tickling his cheek. He wrinkles his nose and opens one eye, staring at the broken force-field, then laughs softly, rubbing his hand over Tron's back. “We broke the place. Again.”

Tron shifts on top of him, obviously unwilling to move just yet, but turns his head to regard the wall, his head resting on Sam's chest. “Mm. So we did.” He's still inside Sam, softening slowly, and Sam shifts his legs down with a comfortable groan. Sam trails his fingers lightly over Tron's back and arms, watching the circuits tinge from blue to violet, and he feels the program shiver against him. “Keep doing that, and we'll end up breaking a lot more,” Tron warns, his voice hitching slightly.

Sam grins, pressing his fingers a little harder on the base of Tron's spine, where he knows he's especially sensitive. “Is that a promise?”

In reply, Tron lifts his head and kisses Sam again, biting at his lower lip, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make Sam's heart race again. The program tastes of electricity and desire, and oh yeah, definitely, sex is better on the Grid.

Date: 2011-03-21 01:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow! Now that was hot!

Date: 2011-03-21 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dang! Hotness!

Keep breaking the place guys. I totally don't mind. ;D

Also, the epic shiny art it was based on. *brain breaks*


Date: 2011-03-21 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh my! That was wonderful! :3 Your Tron and Sam sure know how to have a good time, don't they? ;D And boy do I heartily approve!

Date: 2011-03-21 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Tron porn is always delicious, but this has me completely breathless and flailing. I think it's because this is not only hot (although it really, really is), but also so beautiful. IDEK, okay? I love this. VERY MUCH.

Date: 2011-03-21 06:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Uber-sexy and so shiny. Loved it.

Date: 2011-03-26 09:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Don't worry, I won't stretch your page out with keyboard smashing (or heinously offensively massive font [I've seen this happen to me and holy gods my eyes my page my sides my everything]) this time, ;)

I just wanna say that thank god this fic exists. Like, thank fucking god this fic exists because I would have lost it tonight if this wasn't here.

*hugs you forever*

Date: 2011-09-03 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

That's about where my brain power currently is at... This is porn at its best, m'dear. Thank you for writing it!


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