Split Image
Note: I don't own anything except my laptop and way too much free time.
Warnings: Dubious consent, flashbacks to non-con, explicit sexual content.
The first time it happened, Kevin Flynn passed it off as exhaustion. After all, it had been barely twenty minutes since he'd woken up and determined that either the afterlife was remarkably cybernetic, or that he was still alive and on the Grid. Since all signs pointed to the latter hypothesis, he decided to go with that one, gathering his wits about him and trying to formulate a plan. Obviously the Grid was going to need to be rebuilt, that was a given. And if he was going to do that, he was going to have to figure out how to remove the corrupted Rinzler code from Tron.
Tron.
It was like a dam had burst, his mind immediately overrun with images- a memory, possibly? He could very clearly see a terrified, bound Tron struggling underneath him, begging him, pleading him to stop. "Please... no... think about what you're doing! Stop! Please!" And disturbingly, Flynn heard his own voice respond, laughing coldly.
"It's only going to hurt worse if you try to fight it, Tron." Flynn felt sick to his stomach as the thought- memory? played. He remembered every detail of it- forcing the struggling program's legs open, lining his cock up with the tiny, quivering entrance as the program pleaded for him to stop, shoving into the impossibly tight body without bothering to prepare it, relishing the horrified screams he elicited. Worst of all, he could feel everything. The disgusting enjoyment, the heavy pleasure, the rush of control- it all conglomerated into a sickening, intoxicating mix that left him breathless and nauseated. What had that been about? He'd neverhurt his friend like that!
Or would you?a horrible little voice in the back of his mind whispered. Flynn shook his head. Of course not. Never. He was just tired, that was all- after some rest, he'd be back to himself again.
Unfortunately, he had been wrong about the unbidden thoughts. They were not a simple result of exhaustion. They would be triggered by the strangest things- seeing the ruins of a particular building on the Grid would bring up the memory of blind, psychotic rage and the desresolution of a screaming program. Sometimes there wouldn't even be anything that brought them up- just a flash of very un-Flynn-like rage and memories of atrocities committed. Atrocities that Flynn had realized that hehad never committed... but a particular, insane doppelganger of his had. The reintegration had merged CLU's personality with his own. While he was mostly still Flynn, CLU was still in there, somewhere, and he was getting his kicks showing Flynn glimpses of the past. Through these flashbacks, Flynn learned the extent of the depravity that his program had sunk to.
That first memory had been the start of the creation of Rinzler. Tron had fought valiantly, doing his damndest to protect himself, but ultimately, CLU had been stronger. The other program had literally raped him until he barely remembered who he was, then took advantage of his weakened state to forcibly corrupt his code. And thus, Rinzler was born. Flynn was forced to watch the corruption of his friend, from the point of view of the program's attacker. Everything CLU had done, he felt. He felt the program's emotions as he carried out these actions, the perverse pleasure flooding his body. He felt CLU's elation as he saw Tron break down by his hands, the program begging him to stop, that he would do whatever he wanted, if only he would stop this torture. He watched his friend begging him to derezz him, that deletion would be better than this.
It nearly killed him to hear the response seemingly come from his own mouth: "No. You're pretty like this. It would be a waste."
The next memories were less brutal, but still weren't any easier for Flynn to see. CLU had apparently taken advantage of Rinzler's obedience and had the other program pleasure him. While it was more consensual than the first memory (indeed, Rinzler seemed to even enjoy it), it still wasn't any easier to watch, especially from CLU's perspective.
It only got worse once he'd managed to locate Tron. Rinzler's feral personality was still mostly dominant, and whenever Flynn heard that little purr, CLU would think of what had happened between the two of them, and of course, Flynn was the one who felt the reaction, seeing the events as CLU had.
Rinzler on his knees, sucking his cock.
Rinzler bent over any number of apparatus, completely vulnerable to whatever CLU chose to do with him.
Rinzler lying on his back on a couch, legs spread and most intimate parts on display.
Rinzler coming undone through a combination of User-style sex and intense circuit stimulation.
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And that was just the tip of the iceberg. Worst of all, Flynn could remember the way it all had felt, and occasionally, after experiencing one of these memories, he was left with a very physical reaction. It disgusted him. He was aroused by the very real torment of his friend! He was aroused by seeing it all from CLU's point of view, no less!
Worst of all, he saw how it had impacted Tron, when he was able to take control of his mental facilities again, pleading with Flynn to help him, but flinching back whenever he got too close.
"What's wrong, man?" Flynn had asked, seeing the program shiver and try to put as much distance between himself and the User as he could, turning his body slightly so that he wasn't facing him. "Is everything OK? Are you hurt?"
"I'm... I'm fine," the program replied softly, but he betrayed his real feelings by tensing sharply when Flynn's hand ghosted over the back of his disk.
"I'm just going to adjust your code," Flynn said.
"Of course," Tron replied, relaxing marginally. Flynn noticed his hesitation, and placed a comforting hand on the small of his back, to reassure him. This simple, comforting action- one he'd done many times before, sent a shock through his system, and he cried out, recognizing the telltale signs of one of CLU's memories starting to seep through.
He felt Rinzler's purrs reverberating through his body, feeling the other program arch up against the touch. "That's it, Rinzler, just relax." The program's purrs got louded, and he ran a gloved finger down a large circuit on Rinzler's back, smirking to himself when that elicted a mewl. With some circuit stimulation and stretching, the program was pliant and willing in his hands, arching his hips up in a silent plea for more. He thrust inside, loving the tightness and warmth, as well as the program's louder purrs. Nothing could compare to this- repurposing Tron had to be one of the best ideas he'd ever had... not only was he the perfect soldier, he was always willing to fulfill other duties.
Flynn staggered backwards, thrown by the intensity of the memory, suddenly aware of the tightness in his pants. He stammered out an excuse to Tron, only to feel the program come up behind and press up against him, purring in his ear. He caught a glimpse of the other's circuits, noticing they had gone orange. Great. Rinzler was back. Well, really, what did he expect? He'd fiddled with Tron's code and still failed to isolate the source of the corruption. One thing Flynn had noticed since starting this was that if he made any changes to, or even just accessed, Tron's code, the Rinzler persona was more likely to resurface. And apparently, Rinzler wasn't the only thing to resurface- Flynn could feel evidence of the program's arousal pressed against his back.
"Tron-" he started, but the program's rumbling purrs cut him off. "Rinzler-" he tried again, and the program pressed up against him even harder. Flynn sucked in his breath- this was too much like another incident that had taken place with CLU, one that he could remember as clearly as if he had been the one committing the actions.
Rinzler had been exceptionally... demonstrative that day, and it was beginning to get to him. "Come here," he ordered. Rinzler slipped up behind him, pressing his lithe body against his own. It felt good, having a pet that obeyed him so unquestioningly. The Enforcer ground against him, snapping the last bit of his control. "On you knees."
It was like he was on autopilot. Without really being consciously aware of what he was doing, Flynn had flipped the program around, so that they were pressed up against each other, face-to-face. Rinzler purred, arching shamelessly against the User. Flynn groped blindly at the program's crotch, getting a startled gasp, then a pleased moan. Suits derezzed, gaining skin-to-synthetic-skin contact between User and Program. Flynn traced a circuit on Rinzler's back that he remembered from the images as being particularly sensitive, and Rinzler, in response, fondled the User's erection, dragging gloved fingers up and down the shaft, paying special attention to the head. When Flynn moaned, the program pressed his own arousal against the User's, and began wriggling his hips. Flynn groaned at the sensation of his cock sliding against Rinzler's. The former Enforcer had definitely learned a thing or two from CLU.
Flynn knew, on some level, that this was wrong, that it was only going to end badly, but with Rinzler expertly handling his cock, he couldn't bring himself to put a stop to it. "Aaah," he cried out when the program pressed the tip of index finger into his slit, gathering up the bead of precum that had bubbled to the top. Rinzler's purring grew louder as he brought that finger to his mouth, and sucked on it. Flynn nearly came right then and there.
"Come on," he growled, grabbing Rinzler and flipping him over again. He knelt down and spread the program's ass-cheeks, revealing the tiny, twitching hole. If he had taken the time to stop and think about it, Flynn might not have continued, but at this point, any rationality was too far gone. The only thing he could think about coherently was holding down the program and having his way with him, and Rinzler didn't seem to have any objections to that, at least if the way he was pushing his hips back was any indication. Flynn took it as a sign to get on with it, and poked his tongue out, giving a long, languid lick to the program's entrance. Rinzler keened, body spasming, and Flynn was encouraged by the favorable reaction. He carefully licked around the outside of the program's hole before he stiffened the wet muscle and plunged it inside.
It was unlike anything else he'd ever done before. It felt like licking a power outlet. Flynn could taste the electricity underneath, felt it spark whenever he did something that was mildly pleasurable for the program. He could feel the twitch of the digital muscles as they stretched slightly to accommodate the new intrusion. It was all so new and alien, yet so familiar at the same time, and Flynn couldn't help but wonder if CLU had ever done thisfor Rinzler.
He continued his assault on the program's asshole, licking as deep as he could, adding a finger, then another, as well when it seemed that wasn't going to be enough. Rinzler pushed back, trying to fuck himself on Flynn's tongue and fingers, and the User had to admit, it was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen. But before long, he could tell that Rinzler was going to need more than just a tongue and two fingers. As though he wasn't the one in control of his own body, Flynn drew back, spat into his hand, and slicked up his cock. He barely had time to even do that before he was being forced down while Rinzler lowered himself onto him.
The program was impossibly hot and tight, and Flynn moaned out loud when he felt some of Rinzler's internal electricty jolt at him, heightening the sensation. He moved his hips upward, but other than that, didn't really have to move much more than that, as the program fucked himself on his cock. Flynn, however, reached up to jerk Rinzler off, thinking he might as well do something to help the program reach orgasm. He was so lost in the feeling that he was very surprised when Rinzler's movements slowed, even though he hadn't come yet.
"What? Are you alright?" Flynn asked, a harsh edge to his voice. "Why did you stop?" His eyes flew open, only to immediately focus on one particular detail: the program's circuits were no longer orange, but instead, a bright, clear blue.
Shit.
"Tron!" he asked, shocked.
"F-flynn..." The program sounded almost on the verge of tears. "Flynn... what? Please..." He would have said more, but his body spasmed violently and he came over Flynn's hand, a despairing cry tearing itself from his throat. Flynn didn't bother to finish himself off, withdrawing immediately from the program's body, gathering him up in his arms.
"Flynn... Flynn..." Tron repeated his name over and over like a mantra, eyes glazed over. Flynn just held him tighter.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Tron, I'm sorry..." he said, reiterating it whenever Tron said his name, trying to ignore the dark laughter in the back of his mind.
It feels good to take what you want, doesn't it?
END