Mission... (not so)Impossible (Part... 1.5?)
Title: Mission... (not so)Impossible - Later.
'Verse: G1 Transformers.
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash. Canon and characterisation butchering.
They left; taking especial care that no one followed them back to their base of operations.
Not that they thought the mark would try. The act had been perfect, and the mech was too deeply in recharge to hunt them down even if he’d realised he’d been compromised. He’d seen to that, most thoroughly too, and as added insurance had slipped a little sedative coding (one that would degrade and be wiped out as a matter of course during recharge) into the mech’s systems, a touch his partner found highly entertaining.
“A little overkill, don’t you think?”
“Paranoia is your friend, isn’t that what your lot say?”
“Well, yeah, but if I recall the experience correctly, and boy what an experience, the memory’s still a little fuzzy, the mech isn’t going to be capable of going anywhere after you got done with him.”
“It doesn’t hurt to take precautions, besides, his systems are different from yours and for all I know, he’s got coding to bring him online quicker than the average mech. You do remember who this mech is related to, right?”
“Alright alright, you win. Frag, I’ve not won an argument with you in how long?”
“I don’t keep score.”
“Oh I know you know, but thanks for sparing my pride.”
“Any time.”
The route they took was circuitous, and designed to throw off anyone trailing them without it being obvious. While their mark was neutralised, there had been quite a few overly interested sorts in the bar, and his partner was understandably feeling a little… protective right now. As such, the hold around his waist was snug, and pulled him close in a proprietary manner he would have found insulting if he didn’t know the reason behind it. The area they passed through, where this particular bar was located, was not a place to be caught alone, especially looking like he did right now.
When he wasn’t released the moment the door to their temporary quarters closed and triple locked shut, he turned a questioning look up at the still dark and grey mech, who shifted his grip to fully wrap both arms around him.
“I can feel your systems humming like crazy. But you don’t show a sign of it. Primus…” The soft exhalation near his audio made him realise just how his partner was feeling. A coy little smile played across his faceplates as he rested both hands lightly on the other mech’s chassis.
“Don’t you want to verify the information first?”
Whatever his partner had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. Abruptly brought back to reality, the mech groaned and laid his head on the all white shoulder.
“You, are a cruel, cruel tease.”
“Work before play, oh partner of mine.”
“Fine, how do we do this?” Mentally he added another point to his tally.
“Jack in to me, and I’ll send you the data.”
“Quit teasing.”
Pale lips nuzzled at the mech’s helm unrepentantly. “It’s quicker this way, and the sooner you check that I’ve gotten what you need,” and here his tone dropped into the one that hinted and promised and set his partner’s engine to revving like a mad thing. “The sooner I can claim my reward.”
“Well. What are we waiting for then?” The data jack clicked into place and he fed the other mech all he’d garnered from their mark. They stood like that for a while, as one mech sorted through the information and the other just luxuriated in being held so carefully. It was nice, especially after the bar and their mark’s attempt at ‘seduction’.
“S’a good look for you.”
“Hm?”
“The all white. Looks good on you. Here.” His partner was done with the data, and had coded it onto a chip, making several backup copies that were quickly subspaced by both of them.
“I did well, I take it?”
“Oh yeah. Real well. Tomorrow’s going to be fun. And now, I want to thank you properly.” His partner’s request (charming in its shyness) was transmitted across the data cable that still linked them, and he smiled, sending back his acquiescence as he slid back into the wide opticked innocent act that had so enthralled back at the bar. A kiss, hot and dark and completely predatory claimed him, and he kissed back, just as eager.
A hand slowly explored his frame, the other occupied with keeping him even closer, gliding over plating where their mark had handled him, as if to erase that mech’s touch. Familiar hot spots were found, fingers dipping past plating to toy with sensitive wires and energon lines, drawing soft gasps and mewls from his vocaliser as his partner complemented physical touch with mental ones through the data connection. Staying in character, he let himself be pleasured as his hands began their own tentative search for moans and exclamations, and soon he found himself at the edge of the berth, being gently laid back as his partner moved into place above him.
“Frag. S’a really, really good look for you.” He arched as dark hands slid under his bumper to pay attention to the cables underneath, and in between blissful sounds, managed to pant out his comeback.
“Always thought you had a thing for this sort of play.”
“Mmm. I got a thing for you. Any sort of you. But this is a definite turn on.”
Their systems were running hard and in sync now. Jacking into another left you open, particularly if you were distracted and racing towards an overload, a fact he had most emphatically taken advantage of with their mark. But he trusted his partner absolutely, and his partner returned the favour, and both took pleasure in not having to be on their guard right now, it made intimacy that much more enjoyable between them than with anyone else.
He overloaded first, having been revved up longer. His partner followed soon after, and both fell into recharge, well satisfied with the cycle’s work.
'Verse: G1 Transformers.
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash. Canon and characterisation butchering.
They left; taking especial care that no one followed them back to their base of operations.
Not that they thought the mark would try. The act had been perfect, and the mech was too deeply in recharge to hunt them down even if he’d realised he’d been compromised. He’d seen to that, most thoroughly too, and as added insurance had slipped a little sedative coding (one that would degrade and be wiped out as a matter of course during recharge) into the mech’s systems, a touch his partner found highly entertaining.
“A little overkill, don’t you think?”
“Paranoia is your friend, isn’t that what your lot say?”
“Well, yeah, but if I recall the experience correctly, and boy what an experience, the memory’s still a little fuzzy, the mech isn’t going to be capable of going anywhere after you got done with him.”
“It doesn’t hurt to take precautions, besides, his systems are different from yours and for all I know, he’s got coding to bring him online quicker than the average mech. You do remember who this mech is related to, right?”
“Alright alright, you win. Frag, I’ve not won an argument with you in how long?”
“I don’t keep score.”
“Oh I know you know, but thanks for sparing my pride.”
“Any time.”
The route they took was circuitous, and designed to throw off anyone trailing them without it being obvious. While their mark was neutralised, there had been quite a few overly interested sorts in the bar, and his partner was understandably feeling a little… protective right now. As such, the hold around his waist was snug, and pulled him close in a proprietary manner he would have found insulting if he didn’t know the reason behind it. The area they passed through, where this particular bar was located, was not a place to be caught alone, especially looking like he did right now.
When he wasn’t released the moment the door to their temporary quarters closed and triple locked shut, he turned a questioning look up at the still dark and grey mech, who shifted his grip to fully wrap both arms around him.
“I can feel your systems humming like crazy. But you don’t show a sign of it. Primus…” The soft exhalation near his audio made him realise just how his partner was feeling. A coy little smile played across his faceplates as he rested both hands lightly on the other mech’s chassis.
“Don’t you want to verify the information first?”
Whatever his partner had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that. Abruptly brought back to reality, the mech groaned and laid his head on the all white shoulder.
“You, are a cruel, cruel tease.”
“Work before play, oh partner of mine.”
“Fine, how do we do this?” Mentally he added another point to his tally.
“Jack in to me, and I’ll send you the data.”
“Quit teasing.”
Pale lips nuzzled at the mech’s helm unrepentantly. “It’s quicker this way, and the sooner you check that I’ve gotten what you need,” and here his tone dropped into the one that hinted and promised and set his partner’s engine to revving like a mad thing. “The sooner I can claim my reward.”
“Well. What are we waiting for then?” The data jack clicked into place and he fed the other mech all he’d garnered from their mark. They stood like that for a while, as one mech sorted through the information and the other just luxuriated in being held so carefully. It was nice, especially after the bar and their mark’s attempt at ‘seduction’.
“S’a good look for you.”
“Hm?”
“The all white. Looks good on you. Here.” His partner was done with the data, and had coded it onto a chip, making several backup copies that were quickly subspaced by both of them.
“I did well, I take it?”
“Oh yeah. Real well. Tomorrow’s going to be fun. And now, I want to thank you properly.” His partner’s request (charming in its shyness) was transmitted across the data cable that still linked them, and he smiled, sending back his acquiescence as he slid back into the wide opticked innocent act that had so enthralled back at the bar. A kiss, hot and dark and completely predatory claimed him, and he kissed back, just as eager.
A hand slowly explored his frame, the other occupied with keeping him even closer, gliding over plating where their mark had handled him, as if to erase that mech’s touch. Familiar hot spots were found, fingers dipping past plating to toy with sensitive wires and energon lines, drawing soft gasps and mewls from his vocaliser as his partner complemented physical touch with mental ones through the data connection. Staying in character, he let himself be pleasured as his hands began their own tentative search for moans and exclamations, and soon he found himself at the edge of the berth, being gently laid back as his partner moved into place above him.
“Frag. S’a really, really good look for you.” He arched as dark hands slid under his bumper to pay attention to the cables underneath, and in between blissful sounds, managed to pant out his comeback.
“Always thought you had a thing for this sort of play.”
“Mmm. I got a thing for you. Any sort of you. But this is a definite turn on.”
Their systems were running hard and in sync now. Jacking into another left you open, particularly if you were distracted and racing towards an overload, a fact he had most emphatically taken advantage of with their mark. But he trusted his partner absolutely, and his partner returned the favour, and both took pleasure in not having to be on their guard right now, it made intimacy that much more enjoyable between them than with anyone else.
He overloaded first, having been revved up longer. His partner followed soon after, and both fell into recharge, well satisfied with the cycle’s work.