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Programming with Logan	By : cathayshu Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2241 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Programming with Logan
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“I told you this would be fun! Say it!”

“Nrgh.”

“Saaaaay it!”

Logan stared at Kurt. Kurt stared back, grinning.

“...This is fun,” Logan mumbled.

“I knew you'd see things my way!” Kurt crowed, before bouncing forward down a corridor.

Logan had been overtly reluctant to get on board with Kurt's most ambitious Room toggling as yet. Kurt was audience on the latest of Bobby and Hank's marathon videogaming binges and he was inspired. He already had a habit of pulling up his Zombie Pirate Ship Scenario for fun. This was a much grander endeavor. He even forced Logan to contribute to the programming after a tour de force round of cajoling.

Logan held the opinion that the obstacles and simulations of actual enemy combatants faced by the X-Men stored in memory were fine enough, thanks. All the rest was fanciful gimmickry.

“Zombie Ninjas!” Kurt cackled with joy when the Room rolled out the first dungeon room.

But he definitely had to admit that zombie ninjas were fun. Made even more fun by the fact that improbably enough they engaged while standing on stone platforms floating in what looked like lava. Zombies sizzled and popped like popcorn after getting tossed in.

“So how does this game end?” Logan asked when they got to a door that barred the way towards more (preferably fleshier) targets.

“It's randomized, so I don't know.”

“Not a clue?”

“There will be a Goblet-of-Infinite-Alcohol, Logan. Smithed by dwarves and guarded by a dragon,” Kurt threw up his hands. “It's difficult enough to get into the mood when you are NOT dressed appropriately.”

Kurt had gone all out on that detail, of course. On anybody else a sartorial amalgamation of d'Artagnan, Captain Jack Sparrow, and Robin Hood would look ridiculous. On Kurt? Natural and unfairly hot. Logan had automatically opted for his usual X uniform.

“There is nothing wrong with my getup.”

“It's not too late to change it,” Kurt wheedled.

“Not gonna happen.”

Logan ended that train of conversation by opening the door. They were beset by nagas with laser guns. Kurt unsheathed his swords and bamfed through, following Logan with the skewering and slashing, dodging beams. It was most excellent chaos; the laser beams ricocheted from mirrored panels in the room. It was like being inside a deathtrap discoball.

After they cleared the room, they found out that in order to get the next door to open, they had to pull a series of levers and have Logan stand on a certain floor panel and have his heavier weight disengage a locking mechanism. It took some time, with Logan being directed to try one floor panel or another, as Kurt bamfed around experimenting on the levers.

“Why?” Logan asked.

“We can't just have only fisticuffs. That's not the point of all this,” Kurt pulled a lever to the right.

Nothing.

Pulled to the left. They heard clanking noises.

“There! It's open now.”

Next was an arena that housed oversized scorpions leaping at their faces from sand. After the last chitinous foe was dispatched the Room didn't give them a warning with the harpies. They shot fireballs from their mouths when they weren't divebombing them with outstretched claws. They were both out of breath at the end, faintly singed, and grinning like idiots at the thrill of it.

Logan couldn't begin to figure out all the different cinematic ingredients that Kurt had thrown in and blended for his programming as they moved forward through the game. Bits and pieces from Clash of the Titans, those Mummy movies with Fraser, great big dollops of Indiana Jones, Lord of the Rings, and to spice things up he threw in sci-fi elements like Alien, Jurassic Park or possibly Star Wars to keep things from being too Pirates of the Caribbean.

It was beginning to bother Kurt in the back of his mind that so far, they hadn't encountered anything that was clearly Logan's idea. Did he just slack off and participated in the bare minimum by programming the appearance of a couple of rocks?

Moving onward, the next room didn't immediately unleash attackers. They were tense, waiting, scanning. The room went black.

Kurt's nightvision gave him only the faintest shadow, a blacker black from the surrounding air; something fast whizzed by his head, air rushing past his cheek as he dodged. He struck out with his swords and felt a clean blow.

A piece squelched onto the floor.

He could hear attempts at Logan; many wet sounding chunks of something were dropping around Logan with each pass of his claws.

Kurt's tail-spade was sweeping the floor as he moved, searching out for the piece. He felt it and his tail recoiled for a moment before tapping over it. It was long, slim and pliant, still warm. A shiveringly moist sliminess coated the exterior. It was bizarre; Kurt had no idea what it could be at all.

He had no time; he managed to parry more strikes in the darkness when he felt a strong grip around one ankle.

He teleported hard upwards, shearing off the piece with him. He flipped in midair, landing in a crouch, only to feel another clutching grasp around a wrist, forcing him to bamf again.

He had to depend on Logan's grunts and growls while fighting to keep from bamfing into him.

Kurt was bamfing blind now, his tail now gripping the hilt of a sword that he hadn't need to use until now and all three blades continuously striking true.

He'd been corralled into place by the onslaught; his last teleport into mid-air was anticipated and one of those things blinded him, wrapping around his head. He was seized around the waist and dragged back down toward the floor. He lashed out and cut off more, but he couldn't avoid his arms, legs, and tail getting immobilized and a shot of terror juddered through him when his weapons were inexorably pried from his grasp the same time he felt another grip around his throat.

“Logan!”

He heard the worst thing of all.

Silence.

Quitquitquitquit- Kurt thought hard. The Room didn't respond.

“Easy, Elf. Easy,” Logan's voice came from the darkness.

Kurt breathed again.

“Are you caught too?” Kurt asked.

“...Maybe.”

“...Oh.”

Kurt tested the strength of the bindings and there was just no give at all.

“It's happened, hasn't it? We've finally encountered a bug in the programming,” Kurt muttered. “And now we're stuck until somebody deactivates the Room from outside.”

“Actually, I'm not caught at all,” Logan's voice was suddenly much nearer. It sounded like he was right in front of him.

“Logan, I don't understand,” Kurt's brow crinkled.

There was a pause.

“Heh.”

“Really, Logan, you may find this amusing, but I don't, so please cut me loose,” Kurt sighed. “Of all the inconvenient times for your humor to manifest.”

“It ain't funny. I agree with you.”

*snikt *

Kurt felt the fine point of one claw pressing against his collarbone.

“...Logan?”

There was no reply, only the feeling of Logan drawing that claw downwards, parting layers of cloth.

“What are you- Oh!”

Those slimy things were following Logan's example and began pinching onto fabric all over his body, tearing and peeling it away, exposing him.

Kurt suddenly had a completely unexplainable conviction that his current predicament could be blamed entirely on Japan. Somehow.

“Don't worry, Elf. You're not going to get hurt. I tested these before you ran the game.”

Kurt swallowed, still a little uneasy as dextrous slimy tips of what he'd come to understand were tentacles began prodding and exploring the skin they'd bared. To his relief the one at his throat loosened and slid away.

“You programmed this?”

“Yep.”

Kurt yelped when he felt one insinuating itself slowly down into his cleft. It was making wet sliding movements, exactly like a tongue, while at his thighs and buttocks others were massaging and coaxing, making him writhe and moan.

“And- and you tested this.”

He could hear Logan's huff-laugh.

“Yep.”

Two more tapped and circled his chest before flicking over his nipples, making Kurt arch. He could hear Logan's impossibly smug chuckling but further indignation was subsumed by the multitude teasing out sensations from him. He felt the licking get firmer and it began a slow, insistent pressing. The tentacles holding him down lifted him up and held him midair, tilting him upright and cradling him into place and Kurt moaned again as that single tentacle entered him.

“And I didn't get to WATCH!? Logan, you wretched, wretched-”

“Gonna say it again. Yep,” Logan was relishing Kurt's expression; it was a comical mix of disapproval and eager arousal.

“- dirty, dirty old man,” Kurt purred, his arousal winning out.

That one tentacle pushed up as the others pulled him down and it swiveled inside of him, searching for that sweet spot. Kurt whined when two more gently toyed with his balls, maddeningly ignoring his growing hardness. His hips hitched upwards seeking out any touch at all. They denied him that, the tentacle in his ass fucking him with a deliberate and even rhythm instead.

It was at the same time too much and not enough; everywhere else the tentacles were simultaneously paying the most delicious attention. Both of his nipples, rubbing at his shoulders and back, that stretch of skin behind his balls, even paying attention to the lobes of his ears.

The tentacle blocking his eyes didn't move away and he had no idea what Logan was doing. He couldn't indulge in further curiosity on that; they finally (after what seemed like forever) responded to frantic way he was grinding down on the tentacle inside of him. He cried out when the thrusts sped up.

His first orgasm caught him entirely by surprise. The tentacles touching him stilled as he shuddered through it. They pet him after and Kurt made another nonsense noise as they all proceeded to demonstrate their next little party trick of vibrating, including the one still in his ass.

They made him whimper and gasp helplessly for a few more minutes, waiting until another cockstand before the fucking resumed. That made him properly yell and even better, the tentacles restraining his tail let go.

Kurt didn't hear the appreciative sound Logan made when Kurt whipped his tail forward and up between his legs, his tail-spade's flanges unerringly curling around his cock and impatiently stroking in time with the tentacle rocking into him. He grit his teeth and hissed through his second orgasm, at the feeling of his nerves sparking.

His mind spun out away from him as those tentacles made him quake from one dry orgasm after another, ebbing low just enough for him to catch his breath and promptly resuming a mindless goal of exhausting him again with pleasure.

Logan finally made the tentacles cease when Kurt's tail went completely limp from no spare energy. Logan went over and lifted him out of the tentacles, holding him. He was pretty much the consistency of cooked spaghetti at this point. Kurt slowly blinked, only now just realizing that Logan had him.

“That was fun,” Logan drawled. “Great idea of yours, Elf.”

Kurt's facial muscles made little spasms that were quite probably an attempt at eye rolling.

“Can't talk?” Logan was making that infuriating smug smile again.

“Blugh,” Kurt managed.

That just made Logan snicker again.

A flicker of annoyance flared up in Kurt, but it quickly guttered away when Logan bent his head and kissed him. Logan continued to carry Kurt and began making his way towards the proper entrance of the Room, shutting down the programming with a thought. Kurt tried to lift his tail since it was dragging on the floor, but no further movement was possible at all.

“You were totally porn, you know that?” Logan continued.

So that was what he had been doing, Kurt muzzily realized. While he was being molested Logan was jerking off.

“Hey. Stay with me, here. Don't go to sleep yet. Just so you know, I made sure to get the surveillance footage from when I was testing out the programming. You can watch that later, since you wanted to see it so much.”

Logan laughed again at the drowsy but clearly lewd grin Kurt was giving him in response. He kissed Kurt again.

I'm pretty sure I wasn't as perverted before. You're such a terrible influence on me, Kurt managed to think before losing consciousness.
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