Fic: Fulcrum and Lever (Kevin/Clu/tentacles) Tron Legacy

[kori_rua]

Title: Fulcrum and Lever
Pairing: Kevin/Clu and tentacles
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: very slight dub-con, tentacles!
Word Count: 6,344
Disclaimer: Disney owns all. Shocking fact -- I'm not Disney.
Summary: A coding mistake has interesting results...
Author's note: Inspired by Ka-na-o's super hot tentacle pics over at Tumblr. Written for aeon_entwined cause she wanted it. Un-betaed



"What is this?"

Kevin looked up from his work at the sound of Clu's voice. In one hand the program held up a black orb about the size of a baseball. Examining it with keen intent like he did everything new he encountered. Kevin sighed and shut down the interface he was working on.

"Oh that -- It's nothing. A failed project. I couldn't get it to work the way I wanted it to."

Clu frowned at the orb. Rotating it in his hand as Kevin walked over to him. Kevin took the dark object from his grasp and tossed it back onto the work table.

"Don't bother with it. It's not important."

Clu looked disappointed and he smiled at the other. Wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Maybe I could help you fix it. I know I'm not as good at coding as you are. But perhaps I would be able to see something you missed."

The program looked at him hopefully and he felt his chest tighten. Clu was always trying to please him. It was rather endearing.

"Please Kevin -- I want to help."

He laughed and ruffled the program's hair. Pulling away from him to grab the dark orb from off the table top. Clu huffed in annoyance and ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it back down. He knew the program did not like it when he did that -- but it was difficult to resist. He was just too cute when he was annoyed. Reminded him of Alan.

"All right -- since you asked so nicely."

He threw the orb to the ground and pulled up it's interface screen. The complex lines of code stretching out before him in glowing blue columns. He let his fingers skim through the air, activating the object.

Clu's eyes widened in surprise when the thing gave a shudder and suddenly began morphing. It grew larger and flattened out into a square. Each corner of the square then began to stretch out, forming thin arms that elongated; making the square section rise. When all was said and done it resembled a table with a slightly rounded top.

Clu gave him an incredulous look.

"What is it supposed to be? What is its purpose?"

He moved his fingers around another section of coding and the thing gave a stilted movement. Arms swinging forward in an attempt to walk. It failed though and simply crashed to the ground. He groaned in frustration.

"I was trying to make a cool table for End of Line that would serve drinks. No more cocktail waitresses needed. I wanted it to be agile and smart enough to be able to evade all the programs milling around. But so far it's not working. I'm not sure why not -- it just keeps falling over. Bummer man -- It would have been neat..."

Clu looked at him as if he were crazy and then back at the object. His brow wrinkled, expression concerned. Kevin figured it must be a bit disturbing for the program to find out that his User wasn't always perfect. Sometimes he failed. (quite a lot actually, but Clu didn't need to know that.) The program walked over the failed prototype and crouched down in front of it, looking it over.

"It doesn't really look like a table Kevin."

"Way to state the obvious man. I know it doesn't -- that's part of the problem."

He regretted snapping when he saw the tiny flinch the program gave. He knew he should go easy on him. He was still young after all. Didn't really posses many social graces yet.

"Can I look at it's code?"

Clu's voice was timid and Kevin sighed softly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, go ahead. It's not like you can make it any more useless then it already is."

Clu kneeled down and quickly pulled up a screen just as Kevin was shutting his down. He turned back to his work table and slumped down into the chair in front of it. Sitting low with his legs stretched out in front of him. The very picture of laziness.

He watched Clu work. Admired his long, graceful fingers dancing through the air. Writing new code and modifying some of what he himself had written. He was not paying attention to what the other was writing. He was not concerned about the program screwing anything up -- he could always fix it.

Clu worked for a few microcycles in silence, face a mask of intense concentration. Kevin was about ready to doze off when he heard the ding of the interface window closing.

"Okay, all done. I hope this accomplishes what you wanted. I tried some new techniques though -- so I'm not sure how well it will work."

Clu waved his hand and brought the screen back up. Kevin sat up straighter in his chair in anticipation. The program pressed the start up key.

Nothing happened...

Clu made a small noise of disappointment and sat back on his legs, clearly annoyed. Kevin slumped into his chair again and chuckled softly.

"Don't worry about it Clu. Some things are just not meant to work. It's not your fau--"

His words were cut off when the thing gave a violent shudder. Black material twisting and parting; forming arms. But not like before. The thing grew and grew, the four arms split into eight and then twelve. The appendages thick and powerful looking as they flipped and flailed in the air.

"What the hell!?"

Clu gave a shocked cry when two of the thing's arms shoot out with lightning speed and wrapped around his wrists. Kevin was out of his chair and by the program's side in an instant.

"What did you do?"

He brought up the thing's code and was greeted by a jumbled, distorted mess. Whatever new technique Clu had used -- it had totally fucked everything up. So much for thinking that unlikely. He tried frantically to make sense of it but the coding was beyond screwed.

Clu struggled to free his hands but the grip was too strong. He got to his feet and pulled but the ropes of code tightened. He screeched loudly in fright when two more arms reached out and grabbed him by the ankles, tugging roughly and bringing him crashing down to the floor.

"Kevin -- make it stop!"

Clu was on his back now, thrashing and twisting his body; trying desperately to escape. The more he tried to struggle, the more the arms tightened. Another slithered up his body to wrap around the program's middle like a snake, squeezing until Clu whimpered in pain.

"I'm trying! The code is all messed up. Just try to relax. Maybe it will ease up if you stop fighting."

Clu gave him a murderous look but did as he was told. Body suddenly going limp within the bonds restraining him. A nanocycle passed and then the arms did lessen their grip slightly. They did not release their hold on Clu's wrists and ankles. But it was enough to have the program sighing in relief.

"Oh man -- you really fucked this up."

Clu looked embarrassed, eyes downcast and he mentally kicked himself for being rude.

It was a little distracting to see Clu on the ground, bound and helpless. But he tried to ignore it and sifted through the code. Looking for the source of the problem. Somehow Clu had managed to create something completely new from his base code. It would be impressive if it wasn't so freakish. The more he watched the thing slowly move it's arms around in the air the more one thought came to mind.

Tentacles. Mother fucking tentacles...

Too bad he couldn't take this thing to the real world and market it to the Japanese.

Clu had been silent up till that point, but his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the program squeak in shock. He looked up from the coding and saw that some of the arms of the thing that were not holding Clu down had begun to move. Sliding up the program's legs and chest. Moving in a way that seemed like a caress.

His mouth feel open in surprise and he flipped through code faster. He needed to locate the problem and fix it before things got weird.

Clu was breathing heavier, a panicked look on his face. He tried to shift away from the intrusive touches but the ropes of code applied more force, pressing into his body firmly. The ones around his limbs squeezed in response to his renewed struggling and he whined in frustration.

"Will you hurry up please. This is very uncomfortable."

Kevin could not help an amused snort at the other's words.

"I'm sure it is. But you'll have to be patient, I'm working as fast as I can. This is your fault you know."

Clu growled in annoyance and tried to wrench his wrists free. The thing responded by pulling his arms up into the air and then slamming them back down above Clu's head, pining them to the ground. The program whined in pain and Kevin felt a simmer of heat in his body. His twin was looking far too tempting for his own good. He probably should not be thinking such things when the program was in danger and being held against his will.

"Get this thing off me now Kevin. This isn't funny anymore."

He is getting a little irritated now. He is trying to fix it. He's not the one who caused this problem. He wishes the other would just shut up and let him work.

Before he knows it, one thick arm is slithering up Clu's body to his face. The program looks terrified and opens his mouth to cry out. Bad idea that.

The tentacle shoves its way into his mouth, gagging him and muffling his horrified scream. Kevin's whole body goes tense with shock and he is momentarily stunned. All he can do is watch in fascination as the appendage starts wriggling around, moving in and out of Clu's mouth in a totally obscene manner. Clu is shaking, his circuits flickering, eyes wide in distress. He needs to stop this now.

But then it hits him...

He had wanted the program quiet. Clu is quiet now...

Maybe something else was going on here.

He twirls his fingers through the coding and paints a mental picture in his head. It's just for the sake of curiosity he tells himself -- nothing more. It probably won't work anyway and if it does. Well -- that might help him free the other.

He imagines his hands running up Clu's naked chest. Fingers digging into circuits he knows lie under the fabric of the other's clothes. It's a limited thought. But what happens next is certainly not.

Clu gasps in surprise around his mouth full when his clothes start to derezz. Wherever the arms are touching him, pixels are breaking up and disintegrating. Soon he is mostly naked. He still has his boots on and some of his pants, but the majority of his form is exposed. Kevin nearly chokes at the sight.

Two tentacles are gliding up the program's chest, seeking out the same circuits he had imagined -- doing what he had willed them to do. Clu shouts out in anger around the tentacle still slowly thrusting into his mouth and the noise is cut off sharply by a low moan. Kevin's gut clenches and warmth pools in his groin. He is already half hard and he shifts his legs closer together to try to hide it.

The blunt ends of the thing's arms are rubbing and flicking against circuits that are beginning to pulsate with light. Clu is gasping now, the tentacle in his mouth wet with saliva. The program arches his back when one of the ropes of code presses down on the circular circuit on his right hip. Pushing up into it, seeking more contact.

Kevin knows he should stop this before things go any further. His fingers have stilled their work and he feels mesmerized by what is playing out in front of him. He suddenly wants very much to hear the noises the other is making. As soon as he thinks it, the tentacle slips out of Clu's mouth.

Well, that proves his theory once and for all.

Somehow this thing is synced to his thoughts. He has no idea why or how. The only thing he can guess is that the code he wrote into it to give it the ability to anticipate the movements of others is somehow letting it anticipate his thoughts instead. Whatever Clu did to the code must have switched it up.

He can feel a devious grin forming on his lips. He knows he should not use this development for his own enjoyment. But really, it's not so bad. Clu seems to be enjoying himself now.

The program is panting and moaning, eyes glassy and pupils blown. Kevin has never seen the other in such a state of abandon and excitement tingles through him.

The ropes holding Clu's ankles suddenly snap apart and Clu's legs are wrenched wide open. He whines and tries to close them again. But more tentacles are sliding their way up his legs, skimming over his inner thighs. Kevin cannot help the flash of 'yes' in his mind before one thick appendage is wrapping around the program's cock.

Clu keens sharply and rolls his hips into it. Head falling back to rest on the ground, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His hair is mussed, circuits blazing with energy. He looks so wanton and suddenly the last thing Kevin wants to do is stop what is happening.

"Kevin -- what's going on? I don't understand..."

Clu's voice is breathy and slightly frightened and he feels a twinge of guilt. Clu is so young he probably knows nothing about sexuality. He must honestly have no idea why his body is reacting the way that it is. What all those new feelings are. Kevin wants to make it good for him. Give him pleasure and show him how fun it can be. Using tentacles most likely is not the best way to go about it -- but it's too late now.

He sends a command and the ropes of code are twisting Clu within their hold, turning him until he is on hands and knees. The other makes a startled noise and tenses up. Kevin moves around his form, stopping and kneeling in front of him. He takes the program's face in his hands, large palms cupping his cheeks. Clu looks up at him, trepidation in his eyes.

"Don't worry -- it's all right baby. Just relax -- I'm going to make you feel so good..."

He leans in and he can feel the other's hot, moist breath against his face. A thrill of lust sings through him and his body is so hot, burning with desire. Clu whispers his name, vulnerable and submissive. He presses his mouth to the program's mouth and moves his lips, caressing gently. Tongue darting out to lick the seam of Clu's lips, trying to coax his mouth open. The other remains still and he pulls back with a sigh.

"You have to open your mouth, okay."

He leans back in for another try and Clu's voice is barely a whisper.

"Why? What are you doing?"

He smiles as kindly as he can to try to put the other at ease. Softly brushes his lips against the program's own before responding.

"It's called kissing. You'll like it, I promise -- but you have to move your mouth like I do."

Clu studies his eyes for a nanocycle and then tilts his head, allowing better access. Kevin has been distracted, so the tentacles have stilled. When their lips meet Clu opens his mouth and Kevin dips his tongue in, moaning softly in appreciation of the wet heat.

Clu gasps suddenly and then he is rocking back and forth and Kevin notices that the appendages have started moving again. He imagines the thick rope around Clu's erection and then the program screams in pleasure; sound being swallowed up as they kiss. Clu is trying his best to kiss back, sliding his tongue into Kevin's mouth and tangling it with his own. It's deep and sensual, but he needs more and soon it becomes ravenous. Clu panting and keening into his mouth, nipping and licking as he gets the hang of it.

Kevin would gladly stay like this for mircocycles, but there is something far more enjoyable he wants Clu to do with his mouth...

He pulls back and Clu tries to follow, keep their mouths together. The program's eyes are closed, expression one of bliss and he laughs gently at the sight. Clu looks so cute, so innocent. He feels slightly surprised that he finds such naive innocence as attractive as he does.

Kevin can see the ropes of code sliding over the other's body, caressing his burning circuits, moving between his legs, pumping his hardness. Clu is swaying and rolling his hips, rhythm slow and relaxed, moaning and panting in pleasure. It's obvious he's into it now and Kevin wills the tentacles to move faster, touch harder. Clu's arms are shaking with the stress of holding himself up. The strong cords around his wrists are holding him in an awkward position. It must be painful and Kevin commands them to unravel. When they retreat, Clu props himself up better; fingers splayed for balance.

Kevin falls back on his legs and derezzes his clothes. He groans in relief when his hardness is released from the confines of his pants. Clu's eyes snap open, gaze instantly going to his crotch. The program looks a little confused and he leans in to steal a quick kiss.

"I want you to do something for me, okay..."

Clu nods his head in compliance and he smiles broadly, excitement thick in his blood. He tangles one hand in the program's hair, firm but not tight. He guides Clu's head down toward his erection but the other suddenly pulls back.

"What are you doing?"

He grunts in annoyance and tries again. Clu resists though and he makes the tentacle around his cock squeeze and twist, forcing Clu's mouth to fall open on a deep moan as he thrusts his hips down to meet it.

"It's like what you did before with this thing. Just open your mouth and I'll show you what to do."

Clu looks up at him with glazed eyes. He doesn't resist when he tries again. He lowers Clu's head so it is level with his crotch. He has to sit up slightly higher for a better angle. His other hand goes to Clu's mouth and he slips two fingers in. The program makes a soft whine when he uses them to gently pry his mouth open wide enough. The hand moves to hold Clu's chin, keeping him in place.

He tilts his hips forward and in one smooth motion rolls his hips and slips into that moist heat. He sinks in halfway and his body tingles, a small shudder running through him as he gasps in pleasure. Clu whimpers and he can feel the vibrations around his hardness. He cannot help but thrust in deeper and then Clu is suddenly trying to pull away.

He shifts his hand from gripping his hair to holding the back of the program's head, holding him in place. Clu whines in distress and his hands shoot up to grab onto his hips. The tentacles move faster over bright, fluttering circuits; trying to distract him.

"Shhhh now -- it's okay, relax..."

The program's body slowly loosens up until he is once again pliant. Kevin smiles down at him, giving words of praise. He pulls back until his erection is almost slipping free of Clu's mouth, holds him in place and then thrusts back in with a sharp snap of his hips. He goes in deeper this time, almost all the way and Clu's fingers dig into the flesh of his hips. He repeats the motion until he is thrusting in and out of that delicious wet heat in a firm, steady rhythm. It feels wonderful, but not quite enough.

"Come on Clu, I need more -- suck me..."

The program groans deeply around his cock, eyelids fluttering shut. Fingers curving around his hips bones, holding on tight to anchor himself. He gives an experimental suck, cheeks hollowing in a way that makes heat twist low in Kevin's belly. He does it again and Kevin urges him on with moans and words of encouragement.

Clu is a fast learner, he always is and soon they have found a perfect rhythm. Clu's head bobbing up and down on his cock with the rocking of his hips. He is about to issue a command when Clu's tongue darts out to lick the head of his cock on an inward thrust. No need to point that out then.

His knees are getting sore but it is worth it. Clu looks magnificent on his knees, sucking his cock with enthusiasm. Kevin is getting close and he needs to make his next move before he loses it.

The entire time the ropes of code have been running over Clu's body. Stroking sensitive circuits and pumping his hardness. Working him into a frenzy of blazing, pulsing heat and light. Some of them are motionless though and Kevin wills them alive. Image clear in his mind of exactly what he wants them to do.

They glide up Clu's thighs and skip over the smooth, toned skin of his ass. Clu doesn't notice at first -- to involved with sucking him off to care.

One thick cord wiggles its way between the firm globes of flesh and Clu's eyes snap open, shocked at the sudden intrusion. Another tentacle joins the first and they pull, opening him up wide; exposing him to the touch of a third. The blunt head circles his opening, massaging gently before working its way in.

Clu's eyes are frantic and he pulls back again. Kevin lets him go, groaning unhappily at the loss of that hot mouth around him. Clu pants harshly and tries to rock his hips away from the intruding appendage. But the one around his dick pulses and he cries out in surprise -- instinct kicking in as he shoves his hips back, taking the other in deeper. His eyes cloud over with lust as they roll back, mouth opening on a silent scream of pleasure. He rocks his hips back and forth, the tentacle slipping out momentarily before plunging back in.

Clu still has a hold of his hips, the grip of his hands nearly painful, but he allows it.

A fast, insistent rhythm is established. Clu thrusting his hips back to meet every forward motion of the thick tentacle, panting and whining. The program falls into him, forehead pressed into his lower stomach, so close to his groin he can feel the gusts of moist breath on his cock. He reaches down and slips a finger under Clu's chin, coaxing him to raise his head and meet his gaze. The other's half lidded eyes are wild and fervent. He smiles down at him, runs his other hand through the soft strands of his twin's dark blond hair.

Clu smiles back shakily and presses a soft kiss to his stomach. Kevin's chest tightens at the rush of emotion the gesture makes him feel.

Clu moves his hands from his hips and wraps them around his waist. Holding on tightly as he rocks back onto the tentacle inside him. Kevin decides the program is probably stretched enough and allows another thick cord to reach up to his opening, wiggling inside beside the other. There is a sharp intake of breath and Clu stops moving, arms holding his waist tighter.

"Please Kevin -- I can't -- it's too much!"

The program's voice is strained and shaky, his body trembling as the light of his circuits sputters. Eyes clenched shut, mouth pulled tight in a grimace of discomfort. Kevin pets his head again and makes soothing sounds.

"It's okay -- you can do it. You need to be nice and loose for when I take you."

Clu sobs loudly when the second tentacle slips in deeper. His trembling is growing worse and Kevin wonders for a moment if maybe he can't take it. But then Clu shifts his body. Arches his back, ass raising higher into the air and spreading his legs as wide as they can go.

The new angle gives better access to his body and the second rope of code slides in until it is as deep as the other. Clu opens his eyes and looks up at him, expression pained but submissive. The way he looks right now is pretty much the hottest thing Kevin has ever seen and it makes his dick twitch in anticipation. He is not going to be able to wait much longer.

Clu relaxes his grip slightly and drags his open palms down his lower back to grab onto his ass. Kevin makes a surprised little noise and Clu laughs softly. The program is grinding his hips back to meet the two tentacles that are moving inside him in counterpoint. He is moaning and whimpering, pain ebbing away as pleasure once more takes over.

"Fuck, Clu! You look so fucking hot."

He grunts the words out and snaps his hips forward so his erection slides against the underside of the program's chin. The feel of stubble rubbing against him intense on his oversensitive flesh. Clu smiles again, expression suddenly seductive as he bends down and licks a broad, wet swath up his cock. Kevin shouts and thrusts his hips forward to meet Clu's tongue. The other licks him hungrily. Taking the engorged head into his hot mouth and sucking hard, letting his tongue lap the slit roughly. The program's hands are gripping his ass cheeks, pulling his hips forward until his nose meets Kevin's groin; face buried in coarse curls. Clu swallows him all the way in, throat working around his girth as he moans desperately.

Kevin is about to come right then and there, but he reins it in using every last bit of his self control.

Clu starts bobbing his head, letting Kevin's cock sink in and out of his throat. It shreds what little control he has left to see his double thrusting back to take the thick cords of code into his body. Rocking forward to fill his eager mouth, lips stretched wide and glistening. He is not going to make it if he doesn't end this now.

"Clu -- stop -- I don't want to come in your mouth. Let go!"

He pushes down on Clu's shoulders and the program reluctantly releases him. Lets go of his waist when he goes to stand. His legs are wobbly and he feels dizzy for a moment. The whole thing has been so intense he feels a little dazed.

Clu has his hands back to being flat on the ground, using the leverage to snap his hips back with more force. Grunting and groaning loudly, voice raw with lust. It's pretty impressive, his utter lack of shame -- Kevin loves it. For a virgin he is not holding anything back. But then again, this is the Grid. Why would he need to? There is no one to judge him here.

Kevin walks around behind Clu and watches the tentacles working in and out of the tight ring of muscle. His mouth floods with saliva and he licks his lips. It's a beautiful sight.

Clu's legs are wide open, his cheeks spread; giving a very intimate view of the thick, powerful tentacles fucking him at a quick pace. He wants him so bad it hurts.

He wills the ropes of code to depart and Clu whimpers pathetically when they slither out from his body.

"Kevin -- please -- don't stop. I need it..."

He kneels down behind him and lines himself up. He won't have to go slow. Clu is already prepared enough. He takes himself in hand and rubs the head of his cock over Clu's entrance, spreading pre-come and making him wet.

"Don't worry baby, I'm going to give you what you need..."

He snaps his hips forward with as much force as he dares, burying his cock in that wonderful heat. Clu screams and arches his back sharply -- head falling back, the line of his graceful neck pulled taunt. And fuck, he is still so tight. Even after the pounding he got from the tentacles.

Kevin grunts and pulls back, waiting for a few nanocylces, cock just breaching Clu's body. He wants the other to show him just how much he wants this. Clu whimpers and trembles. His head falls forward, hanging down between his shaking arms. Finally he growls in frustration and thrusts back, taking all of Kevin's cock into his body in one smooth motion. Kevin bites his lip hard and tries to concentrate on lasting. Clu's body is so hot and tight around him, it's so good.

He lets Clu do all the work for a few mircocycles. Enjoying how desperate and needy the program is to get fucked. He relents after a while and starts pounding into the pliant body, growling and panting roughly. His hands grab onto Clu's hips and hold on tight. He bends over, draping his body over the program's back. Clu lifts his head and looks back at him. He captures the other's lips in a fierce kiss. Clu's circuits are blazing and throbbing, light growing with every pulse. The heat of them pressing against his skin is painful in a good way and he rubs his chest against the program's back, seeking more contact with them. Clu keens when his skin drags on his circuits and he repeats the motion just to hear more of those desperate cries. His thrusts are becoming a little erratic as the end nears. Clu meeting them with just as much ferocity. It is intoxicating to have such a lustful partner.

"Oh my User -- Kevin! Harder -- please -- I need you deeper!"

Clu's voice is raw with lust, tone low and gravelly. He jerks his hips back onto his cock with a nearly frightening intensity and Kevin buries his face in Clu's neck, groaning low and harsh. He laps and nips at the circuits on his shoulder and Clu shudders beneath him.

The pace is beyond rough now. If this was in the real world they would both be covered in bruises from the force being used. But this is the Grid and things are so much better here.

He sucks aggressively at Clu's neck and the program whimpers and begs for more. He thrusts his hips harder and harder until Clu is keening and sobbing constantly. He feels a soft touch against the small of his back and is momentarily confused before he remembers the presence of the tentacles. He realizes they are still working over Clu's body, still writhing between his legs.

A quick flash of inspiration hits him and he gives in to it before he can change his mind.

He feels the hot, blunt appendage slide up his inner thigh. Teasingly gliding across his balls before reaching up to wiggle it's way inside Clu's body. Clu tenses for a moment and then relaxes again, moaning and arching his back. Kevin kisses his neck and pants into his ear. The rope of code is a searing brand along the length of his cock as it matches his pace. Thrusting into Clu along with him. Stretching the program wider, giving him more, just like he wanted.

Clu seems to enjoy it. His circuits are blazing and flickering. Something is going to happen soon, Kevin can feel the static and ozone in the air growing; the temperature rising.

Another thought occurs to him and he goes with it.

Immediately there is another tentacle slithering over the swell of his ass. This one slips down into the crack and teases along his opening. He relaxes his body, quickly modifying his own code to allow what he wants to happen.

Suddenly Clu's arms give out and they crash to the floor. The programs arms are stretched out in front of him, hands clawing at the floor. Their brutal rhythm is only thrown off for a nanocycle and as soon as they fall back into that primal beat, he wills the tentacle to penetrate him. The fat rope of code thrusts into him roughly and he screams. Clenching his inner muscles down on the intrusion.

The sharp pain passes and he forces himself to relax. It worms its way in deeper, twisting and wriggling and sending shocks of pleasure through him. Clu raises his ass higher to allow a better angle and he is once more pounding into him with all his strength.

Clu bucks and grinds back onto his cock, taking it and the writhing tentacle in as deep as his body can handle. Kevin is on the edge now. Just one final push is needed to send him over. The tentacle inside him stabs into him roughly and hits his prostate dead on.

That does it and he growls harshly, biting into Clu's neck as his climax rips through him. He is still thrusting, cock spurting warm wetness into that tight body. He can feel it being rubbed into his flesh from the cord still moving beside him. He sinks his teeth in deeper and brings a hand up to Clu's hip to dig sharp fingers into the circle of light embedded there.

Clu shudders beneath him and screams. Suddenly there is a blinding flash of white hot light and he feels the explosion of energy burning him, triggering another orgasm. This one feels different though and he realizes what it is when there is another burst of light. His first Grid climax. It's all about energy apparently. It's just as good and he whimpers into Clu's neck at the intense sensation, utterly overwhelmed.

He is dazed for a moment and when he comes to he can hear Clu panting harshly, little whines falling from his parted lips. He relaxes his jaw and lets go. Good thing the other is a program or he would be injured from the force of the bite. As it is, his code instantly repairs itself.

He notices that the tentacle is still moving inside Clu's body along side his spent dick. As is the one inside him. He winces and commands them to stop. The movements cease and the cords slip free from their bodies. He grunts at the feeling and Clu hisses. The tentacles are still touching the programs body and he wills those away as well. Clu sighs in relief and he gently disengages. Clu whimpers softly at the loss. He falls down beside the program and pulls him into his arms. Clu rests his head on his chest and he runs his hand through his damp hair.

"Hey... Are you alright?"

Clu looks up at him, expression solemn for a nanocycle. Then he smiles brightly and leans up to press their mouths together. They share a sweet and gentle kiss. Clu pulls away and looks at him seriously again. It's his 'learning face' and Kevin knows there is a question coming.

"Kevin -- what exactly was that? You've never mentioned these sorts of things to me before..."

He laughs and grips Clu tighter to his body. He is in a damn good mood right now, nothing could spoil it.

"That, my dear program, was sex. It's a natural thing for Users. I don't really know about programs -- but it still worked. So I guess it's okay."

Clu was quiet for a nanocycle before he spoke up, tone thoughtful.

"Does sex always involve foreign objects?"

Kevin chokes on a laugh and Clu gives him an alarmed look.

He sits up suddenly and looks over at the mass of tentacles. They were still moving slightly, slowly twitching and lolling around.

"Sometimes it does. But it's not necessary. This time -- it just sort of happened..."

He pulled up an interface screen and accessed the thing's code. He needed finish what he had started. He scrolled through the lines of messed up code. Clu by his side, resting his head on his shoulder; a hand tucked into the crook of his free arm. It took a few mircocycles but he finally found it.

He groaned in annoyed disbelief when he did. All the trouble that it had caused. All for a simple mistake.

"You used fflush(stdin); -- No wonder it was screwed up..."

He went about fixing it and when he was done he re-booted the thing. They both tensed up in anticipation of anything going wrong, but nothing did. The thing shook and shuddered as it morphed back into its original form. A harmless black orb once again. Kevin kicked it across the room. He did not want that damn thing anywhere near them.

"I'm sorry Kevin. I'll pay more attention in the future."

He laid back on the floor and pulled Clu down with him. Tucking the program under his arm and holding him snugly against his body. Clu sighed contentedly and put his head back down on his chest. Kevin idly played with his mussed hair, twirling a strand between his fingers.

"It's okay. Just be more careful next time. We don't want a repeat performance of the weirdness that just happened..."

Clu tensed a little and he corrected himself. Told the program that he wouldn't mind a repeat of the other aspect of the incident. Clu agreed and relaxed against him.

It was unexpected -- this new thing between them. That was for sure. But not unwanted. They could make it work.

With or without tentacles...

I don't know anything about computer programming. I just went to a site about common errors and picked one out that sounded suitable. So if this makes no sense to those who do know coding, please except my apologies.