HUNTER [xi]
Title: HUNTER
Fandom: Transformers
Rated: NC-17
Wordcount: 7900+
Pairing: OC/Devcon
Warnings: Un-beta'd. Non-con, field/sensornet-manipulation. Sticky. Cybertronians with double equipage, period. Reference to past torture. Angst. Devcon in all his glitchy glory.
Disclaimier: Don't own, don't sue.
A/N: HUNTER is set in G1 contuinity, exploring Universe 03's take upon "Devcon the Bounty Hunter." It's also my first NaNoWriMo story, which rounded 162+ pages. The story follows Devcon from the end of issue Enter the Wreckers - Betrayal and through The Wreckers - Disclosure to meet up with canon at the start of Wreckers Finale 1. [ Prologue]. [ i]. [ ii]. [ iii]. [ iv]. [ v]. [ vi]. [ vii]. [ viii]. [ ix]. [ x]
FADE AWAY
.XI
It was dark inside the shop.
Deep shadows spilled from the rooms they passed by, the silence profound and undisturbed, almost soothing. Nobot tried to attack them, but Devcon knew the stale mate to be only temporary. Their enemies were out there, searching for them, and whilst Caliper hadn’t been able find them, they had no garanties for the upcoming mega-cycles.
As for now, they were safe from scanners and gadgets, the thick walls dampening every signal. In his current state, however, Devcon was in no condition to sense anything beyong Acid’s sweet torture anyway. Those rooms could hide half an army, and he was blind.
He growled under his breath. This… thing, it left him wide open for attacks. He was completely helpless, fraggin’ useless! He hissed at the thought, glaring at the bigger mech’s broad back. Stumbling ungracefully along, he fought a desperate battle, keeping his base coding’s demands at bay. No matter what kind of things it suggested. He wouldn’t give into it, no matter how-
…but you want it, don’t you?
He was about to snarl at his threacherous base coding, when his legs gave out. He yelped, but Acid turned and put an arm around his waist. Whatever processor-power he had left, was drowned out by the revving of his engines. His vents whined, his engines revved too loud, and the unreleased charge made his thrusters spark in the darkness.
Acid whispered something, pinned the exhausted hunter against his bigger bulk. Devcon moaned. His intakes were ragged and shallow, his helm hung between his shoulders. He clung to the bigger mech, whispering a wretched prayer to Primus. The ex-merc didn’t give him more than a breather, and pulled him towards the last room.
The ex-merc moved quickly, yet soundlessly. Stealth and strength were clearly a part of him. His natural state of being, perhaps? Under other cicumstances Devcon would have offered the mech a little dance, just to get at taste of. It would be a glorious fight, wouldn’t it? His glitch, sadly, demanded another kind of dance. Anything, really, that would give him a release from the scorching pleasure that rendered him helpless.
”In here,” Acid said, leading him to a set of stairs.
Before Devcon could point out the foolishness of walking straight into another trap, the ex-merc was already leading him down. His thrusters, however, didn’t want to play along, and he stumbled. Acid caught him in time, grunting as he held his full weight by a hand.
”Got you,” the ex-merc said, and Devcon stared at him.
Trust, he knew, went both ways.
~
They reached the end of the stairs after what seemed to be half a mega-cycle. As far as Devcon could see, it had lead them into some kind of a service tunnel. There was no one down here, or so Acid told him. Devcon wouldn’t know, his sensors were a mess anyway, and he held onto that last straw of self-control as if his life depended on it.
They moved away from the stairs, following the tunnel, then crossed over to another one, one far more narrow. Devcon wanted to tell Acid to stop, that he couldn’t take anymore, but the ex-merc wouldn’t listen. It was hell, and far worse than a smelt.
He would kill the glitch.
Acid did stop, eventually. They had reaced an alcove of sorts, and he leaned Devcon against the wall, looking over his shoulder. Nothing moved, no mech came after them. The hunter could have told him, but better safe then sorry, right? The bigger mech sighed and dropped the camouflage, then turned his helm and looked down. Silence filled the tunnel, but Devcon merely cycled a shuddering intake, almost aching in need.
When no harm came his way, Acid visibly relaxed and helped Devcon to sit down. His vocals rumbled, somewhat breathless.
”We have no choice, hunter, but to keep moving. What… what do you think? Should we return and try to reach the elevators, or should we try our luck with this tunnel? I have a chart, but it’s an old one…”
He gasped as he was suddenly pushed down onto his back, Devcon climbing ontop of him, snarling, writhing. The deep blue of his optics shone, his spark pulsing erratically.
”Y-you… bastard! Do you know how hard that was? To, aah, to keep it back?!”
Acid kept moved his hands slowly, keeping them visible and away from Devcon’s frame. He let them rest by his helm, and swallowed hard. The hunter growled and ground down restlessly, hot to the touch, his sensors wailing. It was hard to decide whether to kill Acid or to kiss him; his base coding was happy with either, really, but his spike, pressing against his interface panel, had other plans.
”It was the only thing I could think of!” Acid replied tiredly. ”Didn’t you see how many mechs that followed her? I could have taken down a few of those, but… If she’d touched me, hunter, one of us would have been slain-”
”You, that is,” hissed Devcon and grabbed the strong chin, leaning over the ex-merc. ”I need… frag you, I need…!”
The mech shifted slightly, his fingers digging into the stony ground. There was rebellion in his face, something Devcon understood. They stared at each other. When Acid answered Devcon, his vocals were tired, but very, very firm.
”What do you need what? Me? I get it, my field manipulates you, leaves you in an aroused state, but hunter - I won’t do anything about it. Not if you are going to blast my helm off! I can’t… and won’t be used. Not like this and not by you!”
Devcon snarled. ”Who’s using who? You used me to get away from Prisma, ruthlessly as any merc would have done and-”
”I saved your sorry aft, so the least you can do is to promise me you won’t use me and kill me once you are done! Frag, I’m not a pleasure drone!”
The shout echoed around them and Devcon hung his helm between his shoulders, growling softly. He needed this, needed to get rid of the charge or else he’d be unable to process clearly. Moving was bad enough, and to have Acid’s strong frame so tightly flushed against his own, left him in a desperate state of arousal.
Fraggin’ glitch…
Acid was right, however; he was no pleasure drone, no matter how Prisma had treated him during the countless Stellars she’d had him in her power. Devcon sighed and loomed over his prey and lover to become. It was hard to lower ones guard, but Acid had never had one to start with. He was vulnerable in every way Devcon wasn’t, and if captured, he would be robbed of his free will once again.
That, if anything, made Devcon lower his face and lick those tempting, well formed lips. Acid jolted, fingers tearing at the dusty ground, arching. Blast you, Devcon thought feverisly, and kissed him hard enough to bruise.
Acid kissed him back with less aggression, moaning softly, the sound a sweet rumble. It lit his sensors and Devcon writhed on top of him, thighs splayed, kneeling on either side of the bigger mech.
”…won’t… nnghmmm, won’t kill,” Devcon managed to say in between kisses that steadely got deeper and fiercer. Acid murmured and moved his fingers to his arms, stroking slowly, stroking more than claiming. It felt good and Devcon nodded, busy dominating the kiss as the gentle caresses made him shiver.
They were still too close to immediate danger, but Devcon knew he wouldn’t be able to get the need out of his systems. Ram had known, had understood something very few ever did; Devcon loved hunting the same way he would love a good, hard fuck. Sometimes those simply mixed, leaving him in a state of excitement that would only be soothed by the death of an enemy or the sweet release when ’facing.
And, truly, he was a complicated bastard. He’d been without his wings too long, had been under too much pressure, had been denied all those things a mech never really thought of until they were gone.
The taste of another bot’s kiss, for example. He moaned into it, suckling and biting the sweet glossa, pushing into those searching hands. He hissed when they found his back and almost sobbed when they stroked his sides, finding all those nodes and sensors in need of some release. He tore himself away from the kiss, watching the ex-merch with darkly tinted faceplates. He was panting, but didn’t care, merely regarded Acid as those nimble fingers found their way around his midsection.
”So smooth,” Acid whispered as if surprised, his fingers following Devcon’s waistline. Devcon nodded and lifted his own hand, trailing it over the ex-merc’s face, stroking the handsome face. Acid was a good looking mech, he really was. All strong, bold features, and a frame that bespoke strength. That fact that he stepped lightly and moved in utter silence only made Devcon’s engines rev hard. Acid turned his helm and kissed Devcon’s fingertips, then slowly took one into his mouth and suckled.
A low groan escaped Devcon’s gritted jaws and he ground down, optics shuttered. The strong hands kneaded and stroked, teased and gently clawed his shivering frame. He was already worked up, having been forced to keep overload after overload at bay. The carefull touch was so soft, so sweet. It seemed to ease the pulsing, aching need. The hunter purred and rocked, listening to the sweet moan he was rewarded with. He did it again and kept it up until Acid’s touch no longer was soft and careful, but firm and demanding.
”…g-good,” he moaned and leaned down to kiss the ex-merc again.
Acid’s hands moved all over his trembling frame, finally done with being passive. Devcon arched as a hand found it’s way to his midsection, touching his vents. He hissed as a finger stroked the delicate lengths and soon a full set of five fingers were groping him happily, making him squirm. He nipped the ex-merc’s lower lip, suckling gently, giving him a heated look as he ground down again.
Acid grinned and pushed him slightly, breaking their kiss. Devcon growled, but then those skillfull hands were rubbing on top of his ’panel and the hunter hissed, arching, leaning back, keeping his balance holding onto the strong tighs. He licked his lips, nodding.
”Let’s do something about this, shall we…?”
Those vocals, all smooth and now with a hint of hidden roughness, made him tense sweetly. Devcon slid his panel, spike pressurising inmediately. The ex-merch revved his engines and a hand found its way to the straining spike, grabbing it and rubbing it slowly. Devcon shuttered his optics, his face slack with pleasure, arching gently. His valve wet from earlier left a mess on the bigger mech’s plating.
”Nnnggh, t-that’s nice… Oh, f-frag me…!”
He needed the touch of another mech, needed it so bad, if so just to feel like a ’bot again. It didn’t matter that he was putting himself in the hands of a smuggler. Actually, it only made it all the better, his base coding informed him happily. The danger was exquisite and added a whole new dimension to his glitch. Devcon moaned as strong hand rubbed him good, tugging at his spike swiftly, causing him to cry out. He arched again, lifting his hips, pumping into that warm hand, vents whining.
A couple of fingers suddenly slid over his exposed valve and Devcon hissed, arms taut, keeping himself up instead of curling ontop of the ex-merch. Acid murmured a soft plea, or was it a demand? Devcon didn’t know, but he nodded and spread his thighs open, giving the fingers access to him. He moaned at the slow slide, the smooth pads of Acid’s fingers adding good pressure, never breaching him, just spreading the pearlecent lubricant all over, hot against hot, making Devcon squirm.
”Is this all right?”
”Y-yes!”
And then, those fingers sought his entrance out, curling and pushing in. Devcon cried out loudly, surprised at the breach and shook his helm. They stretched him, and he felt tight, almost too tight. It wasn’t only the fact that he had always been a spike-mech, but also that this frame was shiny new and untried. He bowed his helm and hissed, giving Acid something between a glare and a pleading look.
”…w-wait, not so fast!”
The fingers stilled, not even halfway through. Acid gave him a searching look and moved his hand away from the spike, lifting it to the broad chest. He stroked Devcon’s hard planes, soothing and calming him.
”Long time ago?”
His vocals were soft as well, not patronising, merely careful. Devcon shook his helm and bit down on an embarrassed whine, yet his stuttering intakes did the work wonderfully, ’cause not a moment later, Acid’s optics widened. He moved his fingers away and stroked gently until Devcon’s intakes were even again. The hunter turned his face away, but soon he was rocking again and within moments a fingertip teased his entrance.
This time Devcon was prepared and tilted his hips, relaxing, offering himself. ”Slow,” he panted, ”…please. I’m not… haven’t… Never did. Before, I… just, frag…”
The ex-merc shutterblinked, but didn’t question Devcon’s words. He’d never been interested, not until today and the only reason, he knew this by spark, was that he was glitching. Aroused, in need of intimate touch... There would be time to complentate this later. Right now he needed this mech, needed him in a way he’d never really expected to need any other mech. He was glitching, but the finger felt good as it stretched him slowly. It filled him nicely, caressing inner nodes and sensors.
He rode it slowly, cicling his hips. Now and then he hissed and tensed, feeling the overload stalk his systems, but he kept it at bay, wanted the read deal. When Acid inserted two fingers, he cried out, this time in bliss. He was slick, throbbing, wet, ready, but the ex-merc took his time, sliding his fingers in and out. The hand touching Devcon’s chassis soon moved down again, stroking every bit of his frame on the way to its goal; his spike.
”…y-yes,” Devcon whispered, moaning helplessly, his face looking as if in pain, as a third finger penetrated his tight valve. Intakes broken, moans spilling from his mouth, Devcon pushed down and screamed, taking the fingers as deep as he could. It was intense and didn’t hurt, not really, but he curled his fingers over the strong thighs, denting them slightly.
Acid let go of his spike and pulled his fingers out, taking him in his arms and pushing Devcon flushed against him. The hunter was panting harshly, trembling. He moved his hands over his back until they reached his aft, then he simply stroked and manipulated his sensors until Devcon once again was hissing and writhing, lifting his aft. The ex-merc suckled his neck and slid his hand over Devcon’s valve, massaging and adding a nice pressure to his outer node. Devcon let his helm fall onto a strong shoulder and moaned, moving with the mech until those wonderful fingers pushed forward and into him.
”So tight, and you are relaxed. Oh frag, don’t wanna to hurt you...”
Delirious, pushing back as those fingers as they filled him again and again, Devcon shook his helm; he could take it, he would take it, and he would cure his processor from the glitch. He lifted his helm and kissed a heated faceplate blindly, rocking his hips. He captured those lips and ignored everything else, blocking all that had been going down the last Stellars out- this was for him and him only. He needed it like his engines craved Liquid Death and Acid was offering him touch, delightfull and considerate, soft and good…
He pulled away from the kiss, snarling. ”Want it… now, or I’ll fraggin’ shoot you!”
The ex-merc laughed and pushed up, pulling an arm around him, pinning him down. Devcon hissed, rubbing his spike against the smooth planes of Acid’s abdominal plating, restless, needy. There was a tiny hiss, then Acid’s spike, big like the rest of him, nudged his sensitive plating. Devcon shuttered his optics and shivered, allowing Acid to take control of the heated kiss just as his hands lifted him and lined him against the thick spike.
”It’s gonna hurt a bit, at first,” Acid said softly, his engines a pleasant rumble, adding a thrilling vibration to the whole deal. Devcon nodded and settled, the tip of the ex-merc’s spike pressing, probing.
”I don’t care, just… Just make up for it,” Devcon hissed, pushing up, leaning over the bigger mech, arms stretched, hands clinging to Acid’s broad shoulders. His fingers dented where they held onto the ex-merc but Acid didn’t complain, giving him the reins. Devcon cycled an intake, slowly, then pressed down.
There was pain. He cried out, for a moment wondering what the frag he was doing to himself. His cannon whirled and clicked, training itself onto the closest signal available, namely the ex-merc. Devcon moaned loudly, but forced himself down, taking the full girth of the spike, yet not even half of it. He felt it press against the tender, soft membrane of his valve, the delicate, sensitive inner walls, scraping along bundles of sensors and clusters of nodes. He whined, engines revving, the pain disapating, becoming a dull fullness, so very unlike anything he’d experienced before.
It was intense and as he writhed on top of Acid, the ex-merc’s hands were stroking his trembling thighs, fingers soothing him. Devcon was aware of the deep rumble of his vocals caressing his audios, even though it must have been hard for him not to move. Acid’s life depended on his dedication and yet the mech didn’t even flinch at the cannon following his every move. Devcon gasped as the ex-merc touched his spike, meeting his optics through a haze of pain-laced, hot pleasure.
”Frag… a-almost too much,” Devcon moaned. ”Too f-fraggin big!”
Acid nodded, a hand around the hunter’s spike, tugging it slowly, the other dipping in between the his thighs. Devcon gritted his jaw and nodded, then slid the rest of the way, taking the full of Acid’s spike. He winced and stilled, optics round, flaring. Acid kept stroking him, his fingers rubbing the outer node of his valve, otherwise keeping perfectly still. Devcon wasn’t aware of anything else but the pleasure and the slight sting, his face slack, optics dim and half shuttered.
”…move,” he groaned after a few klikks.
Devcon cried out as Acid rocked his hips, just letting the hunter feel the stretch and how much of a tight fit it was. His hands went around Devcon’s hips, helping him move as they set a deliciously slow, deep pace. Acid arched under him, watching him intently, groaning softly with that smooth rumble of his. They moved in a languid rhythm, Devcon still too tight, Acid still wary of that cannon pointed at him. After a few klikks Devcon shuddered deeply and bit his lip bloody, then lifted himself and slammed down repeatedly until he was screaming, his frame arched, riding his newfound lover hard.
Whitin a moment he was comming, sobbing as his valve clamped down on the big spike, squeezing it. He howled and scratched the ex-merc, transfluid spilling between them, making the glide easier.
Acid hissed softly and shuttered his optics, then unshuttered them again. The sight that met him was glorious; Devcon’s strong frame was covered in condensation, the silver gleaming beautifully, his valve stretched around his big spike. Now his hands were steering Devcon as the hunter rode him fast enough to dent him. The ex-merc hissed and pushed up until he was in a sitting possition, kissing Devcon hard, suckling his little wound. The energon tasted sharp, refined, and his engines revved.
They rolled, Devcon ending up beneath the bigger mech, his thighs splayed and a look of pained pleasure in his face. Acid leaned forward, kissing those lips again, moving freely now. He thrust slowly, making sure to learn what made the hunter moan, staying clear of anything that might leave him hurting. The hunter’s arms went around Acid’s frame, touching and clinging, kneading restlessly as he met the thrusts halfway.
It was good… so very, very good, and he couldn’t manage to express it in any other way than kissing Acid back, suckling on his glossa as he angled his hips and begged for more.
The charge rose steadily, his sensors wailing now, just as he surely was. He had never allowed a lover to touch his valve and the idea of letting another mech top him had never crossed his processor. Being spiked was too intimate, would leave him vulnerable since his sensors were too high strung and too sensitive. Yet, now he held onto Acid while his processor shut down to feel-only.
The heat, the deep slide, the way Acid filled him entirely was the only thing he knew. He was trembling, crying out for every instroke, clutching the bigger mech’s broad shoulders, pressing his face against the strong chestplate. The ex-merc grabbed his hips and angled them, moving harder and faster. Devcon howled and felt another overload crash his systems, his valve pulsing around the big spike. He groaned and kissed the hot, smooth metal, barely able to hold onto his unlike lover.
”Yes… Mmm, you feel g-good, hunter, so very very good.”
Those words made his tank flutter and Devcon whispered back, small words of praise, his optics shining brightly in the semi-darkness. Acid moved over him, pumping his hips swiftly, leaning forward, arms on either side of Devcon’s helm, sliding deep and hard, fucking him fast enough to prolong Devcon’s overload. The hunter arched beneath him, sliding his thrusters higher up, opening himself further still. He lost the sensation of time, pleasure clouding his processor, killing every other sensation but bliss.
Acid’s mouth found its way to his neck, suckling hard, denta nipping the vulnerable cables a he forced his entire length into Devcon’s throbbing, sweetly aching valve. The hunter threw his helm back, moaning helplessly, writhing, trying to move away, but Acid held him and circled his hips, his spike pushing and pressing against all those nodes inside the little valve. He growled, the sound moving along Devcon’s spinal struts, pushing him over the edge, hurling him into another overload.
He screamed, coming repeatedly now, valve spasming, going too tight, gripping Acid’s spike painfully.
”Nnghh, y-yes… oh, frag, hunter-!”
But, Devcon didn’t hear him. He arched and panted, held onto dear life as the hunter’s high slowly became something else, something unimaginable; scorching ecstasy from which he couldn’t hide or even flee. He wailed desperately, keened, pleasure wrecking his frame, throwing him into a loop of never ending overloads. The high was intense, giving him the sensation of flying high and then diving fast, hard, swift-
~
Acid slammed into Devcon, a hand holding the trashing mech pinned as he fucked him with every inch he could offer. He was dizzy, his vents screetching, but he wasn’t to give in, not yet. The hunter howled in his arms, his thighs tightening around his waist, his hands scrambling all over his shoulders, holding on as if he was falling.
In a way he was.
”Ahh, y-yes… You coming again…?”
Optics wide, the ex-merc regarded Devcon with a mix of surprisement and envy. The mech was incoherent, his face slack, brow knitted, a look of bliss in his half shuttered optics. Acid swallowed hard; he’d had his fair share of lovers, but none had been so exquisitly sensitive or anything near this level of responsive.
And, Devcon was coming again and again, his frame curling, his engines revving hard, the little valve clamping down on him. The charge was strong, addictive, and Acid felt lost, pleasure threatening to take him too, push him over the edge. He leaned down and kissed his volatile lover, making it good for him, letting him have everything he could offer while his own groans became high pitched and laboured. The hunter was so very tight, so wet, yet so tight.
Pristine, untouched…
Devcon kissed him in between broken screams. It was as if Stellars of need was being burned this very moment. Perhaps they were, Acid realised, knowing next to nothing about Devcon. He moaned and latched onto Devcon’s neck cabling, pumped his hips slower to rein his own reactions in, but the hunter wasn’t really aware and Acid sighed, suckling and nipping, thrusting harder, allowing himself to let go.
The Autobot arched and shouted, sobbing, his hands kneading, clawing, leaving marks in their wake. Acid groaned, biting hard and rutted as deep as he could, feeling his spark swell, realising his energy field was flaring. Somewhere in the back of his processor, his logic chip was screaming bloody murder, but the ex-merc wouldn’t be bothered. Such a chance as this would not be given twice and he would have it, all of it.
His self control broke, his movements hard and egoistical, his optics feasting upon the sight of Devcon the bounty hunter, the most feared hunter in the known universe, speared and helpless beneath him, lips forming small prayers for him, just for him.
Heat consumed Acid as he picked up the pace. The hunter screamed and arched, but he was unable to stop him, ecstasy writting all over his features. Condensation made the glide easier, as did the lubricant that stained their armours, thus, in between raw howls and desperate sobs, Devcon crushed their mouths together, kissing hard. Acid responded beautifully, giving the wild creature in his arms everything he had.
Including his camouflage.
”F-frag, no, no…! Oh, Primus, I… Its t-too much. Frag, please, c-can’t, I c-aaaaahhhhhh!”
The scream echoed around them. The added stimuli proved to be too much indeed, and Devcon threw his helm back with a helpless wail, convulsing, coming so hard he pushed Acid along with him. The ex-merc screamed. Those sensors - he could feel them surrounding his camouflage, killing the last hold Prisma had on him. The combination, nothing else, burned the last influence she had over him.
He fell over Devcon with a strangled shout, almost alarmed at the sheer intensity of his overload. He held onto Devcon, surrounding him, shielding him, falling forever with him, sharing pleasure along with the alluring darkness.
Stasis had never felt so good.
~
The sound of movement woke Devcon and he lay still as his systems rebooted. There was a very specific kind of ache in his nether regions. He cycled a slow intake, trying to remember what the frag he’d been up to.
The ground wasn’t very warm and the air was filled with dust, keeping his vents working. Above him, there was a pleasant source of heat, heavy but not stiffling. He shifted languidly and burrowed closer into the warmth radiating against his sensitive frame. After a klikk his processor cought up. The warmth, he realised, came from another steadily pulsing spark and with it…
Acid.
The ex-merc lay against him, his hips between Devcon’s thighs. For a moment, he almost threw the mech of him, but then his rebellious memory confronted him with, er, most interesting feeds. He swallowed hard and tried not to think of how good it had been or how the big spike had raked over his sensors, making him scream his throat raw. He bit his lower lip nervously.
I… I really let him ’face me, didn’t I? Frag, I demanded it…
”I can get off, if you want me to.” The deep, dark and smooth vocals rumbled against Devcon’s lingering sensitivity and he bit down on a breathless moan. Right. No more of that…
”…I could need a shower. And a proper berth.”
This was met with silance, then a small chuckle. The hunter made a face and wiggled a thruster, the one he’d been shot in before. Self-repair had taken care of it and he was pleased to note that ’cept for places he wouldn’t be showing off anytime soon, he was in perfect condition. Albeit slightly… messed up. Oh, joy.
”How long was I out of it?”
”Dunno, was out of it myself for quite a while there. Check your own chronometer, hunter. I’m busy.”
With what, Devcon wanted to ask, but held his glossa. The weight against his bulk felt good and he relaxed. Acid wasn’t likely to make any sudden change of loyalties, so he could allow himself the intimacy.
Big arms, strong and cunning, were draped around him, encircling him protectivly. It was a new sensation for Devcon, but it felt good to be held and he turned his helm slightly, nuzzling Acid’s darker one. The ex-merc sighed softly and shivered, which only made Devcon smile. It was a strange situation, but he’d rather try his luck with trusting Acid rather than returning to Prisma and…
He groaned.
”I know I was almost raving last Solar, but… Acid, she did call herself the ”Engineer,” didn’t she?”
Acid grunted and shifted lazily on top of him, nodding slowly.
”I heard her say that as well. It’s just that I never heard anybot call her that before, but then I’m nothing but her toy. They never informed me of anything of importance, hunter.
”Devcon,” he said softly and moved a hand over the strong frame, enjoying the feel of the pointier armour of the ex-merch. ”You ’faced me into stasis, you get to use my designation. I highly doubt Prisma would make a walking bomb out of you.”
Acid lifted his helm reluctantly and nodded, meeting his optics with a slight frown upon his face. Devcon looked back, at ease, relaxed. Suddenly he realised his sensors were tingling and he made a face.
”The camouflage…?”
”I… Er. Last Solar? We were out of it before I had a chance to turn it off. Woke up with it still activated, too.” He shutterblinked all the sudden, his vocals surprised. ”It doesn’t bother you any longer, does it?”
No, it didn’t. Devcon was deeply aware of it, of course, and the tingling felt rather sweet, but it didn’t do much more than that. It was an improvement and one he totally aproved of. He licked his lips and leaned forward, capturing Acid in a soft, slow kiss. It amused him, being invisible like this. Would have been a good thing in battle, or in a theft or in a hunt…
He pulled away, revving his engines at the little groan Acid rewarded him with. They could do a lot of this while they found their way out of these tunnels. His hand moved further down, kneading the swell of the ex-merc’s aft. Acid hissed against his shoulder and arched into his touch. It was a good sound, Devcon decided, and made up his processor to repay the experience of being spiked at a latter stage.
He wondered if Acid would be reluctant or if he would enjoy the idea of being ’faced to the mattress. He growled under his breath and Acid sighed softly, shifting against his frame. After a moment, the mech kissed his shoulder and turned his helm, trying to capture his gaze.
”So, the actual reason you came to Itx? To locate ”the Engiener”…? You came to find Prisma, then.”
”…damn right,” Devcon muttered back. ”I was a fool to trust her at all. She must have known who I was all the way from N’gel, must have been waiting for me to come this way. It was an ingenious idea to be in the shuttle leaving that moon, playing me from the very beginning, mixing enough of truth into her lies. Huh… So, did you know of this mess? Did she fill you in on the ensnaring of my hide?”
Acid growled and nipped his shoulder.
”I’m her toy, hunter. A big, nice toy to show off in parties or guild-meetings. A toy to use when roughing up a mech who isn’t behaving. If you want better answers, you would have to ask the others. Lathe is her right hand and Caliper her officer. I’m just what she amuses herself with.”
Devcon grabbed his helm and lifted him, looking searchingly at the ex-merc. ”What did you do, Acid, to make her keep you? You must have done something extra ordinary to have her keep you alive and not throw you into the smelt, pal.”
There was a slight shudder and Acid looked away.
”She threw every mech under my command into the smelt before making sure I’d be hers, no matter what. I’ve been escaping every now and then, but Caliper can find me, he always finds me. Until last Solar, that is…”
”You didn’t answer my question, mech.”
Acid sighed, defeated. ”I tried to steal the Lazy Tide. When I realised we were outnumbered, I used my camouflage. She saw it happen, so did Caliper and Lathe. They managed to capture me and… I don’t know what she did,” he whispered hoarsly, as if the memory hurt him. ”She touched me and I felt something change. She made sure to sercure her mastery and commanded me to show her how I camouflage myself and others. After that, she punished me with killing my whole crew and kept me to warm her berth whenever she feels like it. Sometimes I kill for her, sometimes I take her into places she normally would be unable to access. I’m the most usefull drone you’ve ever seen - that’s why.”
There was self-loathing in his ragged vocals. Devcon shifted under Acid, still sensing the camouflage surround them, teasing his sensors. He pushed softly and the Neutral moved with him, sitting up, looking perfectly wrecked.
Their hands were still linked, none of them were inclined to let the other go just yet. The evidence of their tryst was visible; blue streaks and silvery ones all over Acid’s frame. He reckoned he would show similar marks, on him, a darker green.
It had been a good, hard little dance and he felt much better. Next time he felt the glitch come along, he would make sure to find the most interesting mech around and simply let himself go a bit. A good, rough bit o’ fun would be a lesser pain in the aft compared to repeating last Solar’s little dissaster.
Against his silvery hand, Acid’s bigger hand looked almost rough. He was a nice model, though, looking pretty new with his smooth lower frame, strong legs and big peds. The pointier bits, as Devcon fondly named them, were mostly aesthetical. His curiousity grew. What kind of altmodel did the mech have?
Something big and strong, with a cannon…
Devcon bit his glossa. Bad hunter! Distracted by Acid’s shape and warmth, allowing himself to relax, would take him nowhere. He shook his helm and tried instead to concentrate on what to do next.
First step would be make sure to keep the frag away from Prisma, who knew how to take him down, or who could turn him into a drone. Also, he could simply get the slag away and forget Itx altogether, just leave the moon as fast as possible. Even without knowing where Cyclonus was heading at, it wouldn’t be much of a struggle to find his trail again.
Time to work, then. He got onto his knees and stood up, breaking the camouflage. Acid pulled his hand back, flexing his fingers. There were marks all over them and Devcon fought to keep his optics off the nicely shaped abdominal plating as they shifted.
Frag… A mech could do so much worse, he really could. He stretched and forced himself to stop his leering, frowning slightly.
”Well, Prisma made a mistake by taking you with her along this ride. Still, she must have noticed a difference along the way, since she obviously didn’t want us together. It think she’s been more than worried about losing your ability. Not that I blame her - you are quite a catch to have around.”
Acid snorted and shrugged, looking away as if embarrassed. The hunter’s frown deepened; there was a melancholic feeling to Acid now, something similar to his usual passive behavior. As he checked his stash of ammo and laser cores, Acid sat there, motionless. It made his armour crawl.
” So, does she belong to the merc guild? If not, then Caliper obviously hacked the merc network for her use, but still - those were mercs she commanded. Frag, what’s up with this femme? She was throwing her weight around last Solar, even with the slavers…”
The ex-merc frowned and rubbed a tender spot in his shoulder where Devcon had bitten him hard. Devcon regarded him with a tiny hint of amusement.
”She doesn’t merely belong to it,” Acid explained with a dark growl. ”She leads the guild, hunter. That’s how I knew they would be hunting you in the Black market. The shuttle between that moon and Itx is mainly run by the guild, so you never had any chance to escape her claws. The guild has been expecting you for quite a while, ever since that ugly ’Con came around. I didn’t know his designation and I was put to work in the Lazy Tide anyway, so I never took any part of the information. I managed to put things together after a while, though.”
Devcon stared at Acid, his expression one of annoyed wonder. He’d been fooled all the way back. Frag her. Well, at least he’d managed to sell Ram’s devices and was rich enough for any crate of Liquid this far away from his favourite hunting grounds.
Acid looked at him with worried optics, probably wondering what Devcon would do with him. Good question, that one. He hummed under his breath. Well, slag… Looked like he needed answers to his questions before taking any further actions.
”Cyclonus was here. And, you say he set Prisma and the guild onto my aft?”
Acid nodded, looking uncomfortable now. ”I don’t know much more than that. I’m a possession, not a crew-member.”
”You know every single mech I’ve met along this hunt has been preaching about their innocense, right? The most honest mech I’ve met broke into his own office, making himself a proper thief in the long run.”
There was an insulted gleam in the ex-merc’s optics now, but he didn’t act upon it. Devcon’s own gaze was challenging, but Acid looked away, refused to take the bait. The hunter huffed in annoyance.
”When did you decide to betray her?”
”I’ve always wanted to get away, I just couldn’t,” Acid replied sourly, still refusing to meet his optics. ”With you here, her attention on keeping you fooled, leading you about - it distracted her. Let’s say I saw my chance when you blew that building up. My camouflage was up and I felt your sensors flare and suddenly, my PCU was clear.”
He snorted. ”For the first time in vorns.”
”Go figure,” Devcon muttered and rubbed his side.
”You trusted me enough to ’face you, but not with this…?”
There was a hurt quality to Acid’s vocals. Devcon shrugged and looked around, his processor calculating swiftly. There were too many unanswered question and his equations wouldn’t be as precise as usual.
Still on the ground, the ex-merc cut a lonely, depressed picture. Devcon sighed inwardly, then looked at himself and grimaced. He was a proper mess - frag, both were. It would be embarrasingly obvious for anybot to see what they’d been up to. If Prisma were to watch them right now, she would know, and suddenly Devcon remembered her jealous glare. He wondered if Acid was aware of it, or if he still thought her to be using him.
Frag, she could like the mech and use him. Just like a proper merc would. Love didn’t exist among them, but possessive sensations? Pit, yes.
If the mercs found them, Acid would be in deep trouble, no matter that Devcon had been the one to push the matter. Prisma had already killed his old crew memebers, had isolated and broken him down. The question was; how much of her still remained inside of him? Could she control him, even now? Could Devcon trust him to watch his back…?
With a sigh, Devcon pushed those thought out of his processor. They needed to get going, they needed a few new plans and above else, they needed a ship.
Nevertheless; first things first. He reached for Acid and pulled him up, pressing against the hard planes of his chassis. It felt incredible good to throw all worries to the side, if so just for a moment or two, and drag the taller mech down for a kiss. Acid kissed him back, uncertainty burning within in him, and yet, when Devcon pulled away, he made a soft sound of loss.
”I needed to get away,” he whispered hoarsely.
”I’m not blaming you for finding a way out of it… but, if we are to get the frag away from this place, in one bit, we will need to make a few things clear. And, I need to be able to trust you. Show me I can, will ya?”
Acid shutterblinked, but Devcon’s steady gaze bore into him.
”What are you asking for?”
Devcon tilted his helm, his smile slow, sensous, cruel. ”I need to be sure I’m not being fooled again. Prisma’s little charade was a wonderful thing, really. Hadn’t it been for your mutiny, smuggler, I would have been down for business. But, your captain is far too intelligent for my liking and all of this - even how good you feel while you ’face me, might be another way of getting to me.”
The ex-merc frowned. ”It’s not,” he hissed. ”I wouldn’t do such a th-”
”She did,” Devcon interrupted him gently, slowly stroking his way down the strong, broad frame, finally finding its goal; his interface panel. He pushed his hand against it, fondling the delicate, sensitive seams. ”She took you, all of you. Why would I trust the one she’s been ’facing for quite a while, hmm?”
Acid shuddered, a revolted look in his face. There was no way around the hunter’s crystal clear logic. He drew a deep intake and nodded, then opened a panel above his spark chamber. He put his palm over the narrow opening, seemed hesitant to allow Devcon access to his systems. Yet, after a soft prod he complied, shuddering slightly. He watched Devcon with wary optics as Devcon pulled his cord and connected them, in a way perhaps more intimate than before.
There could be pleasure, if Devcon allowed it to happen, but such a thing would be not only utterly wrong, it would mess things up.
There was crackling in the air; Acid was scared, felt pushed, forced. In a way, Devcon mused, he was absolutely right, but there was no othe way to ensure his own security. He cycled a sigh and followed the glowing line ahead; Acid’s conciousness, and passed each firewall he was granted through.
They locked into an embrace, Devcon nuzzling the strong jaw, still on his toes. With a small shiver he sank deep into the combined link.
The landscape of Acid’s sanctum lay before him; in his grasp was the ex-merc’s HUD, processor and CPU, his self repair, his inner thoughts. All but his spark, which Devcon had no intension of violating, ever. With delicate touches, he moved through Acid’s memory files, discarding those he didn’t need, reading those of importance.
In his arms, the ex-merc groaned weakly and shuddered at the gently intrusion. Devcon closed in on him, hunting his innocence like he’d hunted many a prey.
”…yes, show me who you are,” the hunter whispered and sank deeper, searching for the mech Acid once had been, long before made tame and forced into submission.
For a nano-klikk, the ex-merc’s resolution wavered under weight of Devcon’s investigation. The deeper he reached, the more unwilling he seemed, his hands clutching Devcon’s sides, denting.
Old memories, things unrelated to his life as a merc and with not connection what so ever to Prisma, floated up to the surface and the hunter reached for them. This made Acid’s scarred processor, by instinct alone, trow one last firewall up.
”Trust goes both ways,” he whispered, the deep rumble of his vocals marred by intense pain and frustration both. ”I won’t be used and thrown away, I won’t. Show me who you are, hunter, and I’ll give myself over freely.”
The alcove was cold, the air heavy with their combined heat, crackling with unreleased energy. Devcon’s fingers reached the wellshaped helm, stroking Acid’s face. Green optics burning with defiance and pride met him, demanding an exchange.
The hunter offered Acid his trademark shit-eating grin and revved his engines. The sound echoed around them, the warmth of his frame raising. With a cocky toss of his helm as the only warning, he gave the mech what he wanted, all of it in a blinding moment of unrestrained fury. He kept all but his spark from the ex-merc.
Devcon withheld nothing; no hunt he hid, no kill he kept back. Those he would regard as comrades-in-arms, those he hated, Swift’s face, Rams’s grin - the dragon’s mocking laughter, that last memory of being locked in stasis while his spark was ripped out of his chassis - all of it, on one single moment that lasted forever.
Acid cried out, knees buckling, reeling from the intensity. Devcon held him up, pushing closer still, yet even as he recovered from the impact, Acid still held his part of the deal and lowered the last firewall.
He accessed the data, everything Acid slammed into his processor and it was Devcon’s time to gasp and move through an ocean of information, searching…
Pure, whispered the steady beat of the spark he wouldn’t touch. Fierce, said the constant thrum of his engines.
”Designation… Fade Away,” he murmured and met the Neutral’s optics. There was pain at the use of his real designation, but Devcon didn’t stop there. ”Alt model; cybertronian hover craft, military model. Prime ability; utter camouflage, disrupting sound and proximity sensors-”
Enough, pleaded the ex-merc, his will flowing like a river, his trust like a shining beacon within Devcon. They were entwined, hunter and prey, their cores merging, and Devcon knew that he was but a step from crossing that line he didn’t want crossed.
Enough, he agreed and pulled back, kissing those shivering lips, allowing Acid, no - Fade Away, the time to recover from his entrusion. The kiss was sweet, slow and deep, a caring thing, something born out of the aftermath.
Once upon a time, Devcon told the ex-merc, I was another mech’s toy. I learnt to deal with it. Forced myself to know my greatest enemy - myself. Do you know who and what you are, mech?
I’m Fade Away, the ex-merc told him as he surrounded Devcon with his whole being, his joy like a beam of light. Neutral, bound by no allegiance. I seek no revenge… Just a way out. I’ll help you... Prisma took the memory of my name, erased it. Hunter, you gave me my designation back. My loyalty, yours forever.
Devcon pressed closer to Fade Away, the sweet pain in his spark almost too much to bear. She never took it, he whispered, merely buried it.
Trust goes both ways.
Sometimes, Devcon realised, it goes beyond that.
Fandom: Transformers
Rated: NC-17
Wordcount: 7900+
Pairing: OC/Devcon
Warnings: Un-beta'd. Non-con, field/sensornet-manipulation. Sticky. Cybertronians with double equipage, period. Reference to past torture. Angst. Devcon in all his glitchy glory.
Disclaimier: Don't own, don't sue.
A/N: HUNTER is set in G1 contuinity, exploring Universe 03's take upon "Devcon the Bounty Hunter." It's also my first NaNoWriMo story, which rounded 162+ pages. The story follows Devcon from the end of issue Enter the Wreckers - Betrayal and through The Wreckers - Disclosure to meet up with canon at the start of Wreckers Finale 1. [ Prologue]. [ i]. [ ii]. [ iii]. [ iv]. [ v]. [ vi]. [ vii]. [ viii]. [ ix]. [ x]
FADE AWAY
.XI
It was dark inside the shop.
Deep shadows spilled from the rooms they passed by, the silence profound and undisturbed, almost soothing. Nobot tried to attack them, but Devcon knew the stale mate to be only temporary. Their enemies were out there, searching for them, and whilst Caliper hadn’t been able find them, they had no garanties for the upcoming mega-cycles.
As for now, they were safe from scanners and gadgets, the thick walls dampening every signal. In his current state, however, Devcon was in no condition to sense anything beyong Acid’s sweet torture anyway. Those rooms could hide half an army, and he was blind.
He growled under his breath. This… thing, it left him wide open for attacks. He was completely helpless, fraggin’ useless! He hissed at the thought, glaring at the bigger mech’s broad back. Stumbling ungracefully along, he fought a desperate battle, keeping his base coding’s demands at bay. No matter what kind of things it suggested. He wouldn’t give into it, no matter how-
…but you want it, don’t you?
He was about to snarl at his threacherous base coding, when his legs gave out. He yelped, but Acid turned and put an arm around his waist. Whatever processor-power he had left, was drowned out by the revving of his engines. His vents whined, his engines revved too loud, and the unreleased charge made his thrusters spark in the darkness.
Acid whispered something, pinned the exhausted hunter against his bigger bulk. Devcon moaned. His intakes were ragged and shallow, his helm hung between his shoulders. He clung to the bigger mech, whispering a wretched prayer to Primus. The ex-merc didn’t give him more than a breather, and pulled him towards the last room.
The ex-merc moved quickly, yet soundlessly. Stealth and strength were clearly a part of him. His natural state of being, perhaps? Under other cicumstances Devcon would have offered the mech a little dance, just to get at taste of. It would be a glorious fight, wouldn’t it? His glitch, sadly, demanded another kind of dance. Anything, really, that would give him a release from the scorching pleasure that rendered him helpless.
”In here,” Acid said, leading him to a set of stairs.
Before Devcon could point out the foolishness of walking straight into another trap, the ex-merc was already leading him down. His thrusters, however, didn’t want to play along, and he stumbled. Acid caught him in time, grunting as he held his full weight by a hand.
”Got you,” the ex-merc said, and Devcon stared at him.
Trust, he knew, went both ways.
~
They reached the end of the stairs after what seemed to be half a mega-cycle. As far as Devcon could see, it had lead them into some kind of a service tunnel. There was no one down here, or so Acid told him. Devcon wouldn’t know, his sensors were a mess anyway, and he held onto that last straw of self-control as if his life depended on it.
They moved away from the stairs, following the tunnel, then crossed over to another one, one far more narrow. Devcon wanted to tell Acid to stop, that he couldn’t take anymore, but the ex-merc wouldn’t listen. It was hell, and far worse than a smelt.
He would kill the glitch.
Acid did stop, eventually. They had reaced an alcove of sorts, and he leaned Devcon against the wall, looking over his shoulder. Nothing moved, no mech came after them. The hunter could have told him, but better safe then sorry, right? The bigger mech sighed and dropped the camouflage, then turned his helm and looked down. Silence filled the tunnel, but Devcon merely cycled a shuddering intake, almost aching in need.
When no harm came his way, Acid visibly relaxed and helped Devcon to sit down. His vocals rumbled, somewhat breathless.
”We have no choice, hunter, but to keep moving. What… what do you think? Should we return and try to reach the elevators, or should we try our luck with this tunnel? I have a chart, but it’s an old one…”
He gasped as he was suddenly pushed down onto his back, Devcon climbing ontop of him, snarling, writhing. The deep blue of his optics shone, his spark pulsing erratically.
”Y-you… bastard! Do you know how hard that was? To, aah, to keep it back?!”
Acid kept moved his hands slowly, keeping them visible and away from Devcon’s frame. He let them rest by his helm, and swallowed hard. The hunter growled and ground down restlessly, hot to the touch, his sensors wailing. It was hard to decide whether to kill Acid or to kiss him; his base coding was happy with either, really, but his spike, pressing against his interface panel, had other plans.
”It was the only thing I could think of!” Acid replied tiredly. ”Didn’t you see how many mechs that followed her? I could have taken down a few of those, but… If she’d touched me, hunter, one of us would have been slain-”
”You, that is,” hissed Devcon and grabbed the strong chin, leaning over the ex-merc. ”I need… frag you, I need…!”
The mech shifted slightly, his fingers digging into the stony ground. There was rebellion in his face, something Devcon understood. They stared at each other. When Acid answered Devcon, his vocals were tired, but very, very firm.
”What do you need what? Me? I get it, my field manipulates you, leaves you in an aroused state, but hunter - I won’t do anything about it. Not if you are going to blast my helm off! I can’t… and won’t be used. Not like this and not by you!”
Devcon snarled. ”Who’s using who? You used me to get away from Prisma, ruthlessly as any merc would have done and-”
”I saved your sorry aft, so the least you can do is to promise me you won’t use me and kill me once you are done! Frag, I’m not a pleasure drone!”
The shout echoed around them and Devcon hung his helm between his shoulders, growling softly. He needed this, needed to get rid of the charge or else he’d be unable to process clearly. Moving was bad enough, and to have Acid’s strong frame so tightly flushed against his own, left him in a desperate state of arousal.
Fraggin’ glitch…
Acid was right, however; he was no pleasure drone, no matter how Prisma had treated him during the countless Stellars she’d had him in her power. Devcon sighed and loomed over his prey and lover to become. It was hard to lower ones guard, but Acid had never had one to start with. He was vulnerable in every way Devcon wasn’t, and if captured, he would be robbed of his free will once again.
That, if anything, made Devcon lower his face and lick those tempting, well formed lips. Acid jolted, fingers tearing at the dusty ground, arching. Blast you, Devcon thought feverisly, and kissed him hard enough to bruise.
Acid kissed him back with less aggression, moaning softly, the sound a sweet rumble. It lit his sensors and Devcon writhed on top of him, thighs splayed, kneeling on either side of the bigger mech.
”…won’t… nnghmmm, won’t kill,” Devcon managed to say in between kisses that steadely got deeper and fiercer. Acid murmured and moved his fingers to his arms, stroking slowly, stroking more than claiming. It felt good and Devcon nodded, busy dominating the kiss as the gentle caresses made him shiver.
They were still too close to immediate danger, but Devcon knew he wouldn’t be able to get the need out of his systems. Ram had known, had understood something very few ever did; Devcon loved hunting the same way he would love a good, hard fuck. Sometimes those simply mixed, leaving him in a state of excitement that would only be soothed by the death of an enemy or the sweet release when ’facing.
And, truly, he was a complicated bastard. He’d been without his wings too long, had been under too much pressure, had been denied all those things a mech never really thought of until they were gone.
The taste of another bot’s kiss, for example. He moaned into it, suckling and biting the sweet glossa, pushing into those searching hands. He hissed when they found his back and almost sobbed when they stroked his sides, finding all those nodes and sensors in need of some release. He tore himself away from the kiss, watching the ex-merch with darkly tinted faceplates. He was panting, but didn’t care, merely regarded Acid as those nimble fingers found their way around his midsection.
”So smooth,” Acid whispered as if surprised, his fingers following Devcon’s waistline. Devcon nodded and lifted his own hand, trailing it over the ex-merc’s face, stroking the handsome face. Acid was a good looking mech, he really was. All strong, bold features, and a frame that bespoke strength. That fact that he stepped lightly and moved in utter silence only made Devcon’s engines rev hard. Acid turned his helm and kissed Devcon’s fingertips, then slowly took one into his mouth and suckled.
A low groan escaped Devcon’s gritted jaws and he ground down, optics shuttered. The strong hands kneaded and stroked, teased and gently clawed his shivering frame. He was already worked up, having been forced to keep overload after overload at bay. The carefull touch was so soft, so sweet. It seemed to ease the pulsing, aching need. The hunter purred and rocked, listening to the sweet moan he was rewarded with. He did it again and kept it up until Acid’s touch no longer was soft and careful, but firm and demanding.
”…g-good,” he moaned and leaned down to kiss the ex-merc again.
Acid’s hands moved all over his trembling frame, finally done with being passive. Devcon arched as a hand found it’s way to his midsection, touching his vents. He hissed as a finger stroked the delicate lengths and soon a full set of five fingers were groping him happily, making him squirm. He nipped the ex-merc’s lower lip, suckling gently, giving him a heated look as he ground down again.
Acid grinned and pushed him slightly, breaking their kiss. Devcon growled, but then those skillfull hands were rubbing on top of his ’panel and the hunter hissed, arching, leaning back, keeping his balance holding onto the strong tighs. He licked his lips, nodding.
”Let’s do something about this, shall we…?”
Those vocals, all smooth and now with a hint of hidden roughness, made him tense sweetly. Devcon slid his panel, spike pressurising inmediately. The ex-merch revved his engines and a hand found its way to the straining spike, grabbing it and rubbing it slowly. Devcon shuttered his optics, his face slack with pleasure, arching gently. His valve wet from earlier left a mess on the bigger mech’s plating.
”Nnnggh, t-that’s nice… Oh, f-frag me…!”
He needed the touch of another mech, needed it so bad, if so just to feel like a ’bot again. It didn’t matter that he was putting himself in the hands of a smuggler. Actually, it only made it all the better, his base coding informed him happily. The danger was exquisite and added a whole new dimension to his glitch. Devcon moaned as strong hand rubbed him good, tugging at his spike swiftly, causing him to cry out. He arched again, lifting his hips, pumping into that warm hand, vents whining.
A couple of fingers suddenly slid over his exposed valve and Devcon hissed, arms taut, keeping himself up instead of curling ontop of the ex-merch. Acid murmured a soft plea, or was it a demand? Devcon didn’t know, but he nodded and spread his thighs open, giving the fingers access to him. He moaned at the slow slide, the smooth pads of Acid’s fingers adding good pressure, never breaching him, just spreading the pearlecent lubricant all over, hot against hot, making Devcon squirm.
”Is this all right?”
”Y-yes!”
And then, those fingers sought his entrance out, curling and pushing in. Devcon cried out loudly, surprised at the breach and shook his helm. They stretched him, and he felt tight, almost too tight. It wasn’t only the fact that he had always been a spike-mech, but also that this frame was shiny new and untried. He bowed his helm and hissed, giving Acid something between a glare and a pleading look.
”…w-wait, not so fast!”
The fingers stilled, not even halfway through. Acid gave him a searching look and moved his hand away from the spike, lifting it to the broad chest. He stroked Devcon’s hard planes, soothing and calming him.
”Long time ago?”
His vocals were soft as well, not patronising, merely careful. Devcon shook his helm and bit down on an embarrassed whine, yet his stuttering intakes did the work wonderfully, ’cause not a moment later, Acid’s optics widened. He moved his fingers away and stroked gently until Devcon’s intakes were even again. The hunter turned his face away, but soon he was rocking again and within moments a fingertip teased his entrance.
This time Devcon was prepared and tilted his hips, relaxing, offering himself. ”Slow,” he panted, ”…please. I’m not… haven’t… Never did. Before, I… just, frag…”
The ex-merc shutterblinked, but didn’t question Devcon’s words. He’d never been interested, not until today and the only reason, he knew this by spark, was that he was glitching. Aroused, in need of intimate touch... There would be time to complentate this later. Right now he needed this mech, needed him in a way he’d never really expected to need any other mech. He was glitching, but the finger felt good as it stretched him slowly. It filled him nicely, caressing inner nodes and sensors.
He rode it slowly, cicling his hips. Now and then he hissed and tensed, feeling the overload stalk his systems, but he kept it at bay, wanted the read deal. When Acid inserted two fingers, he cried out, this time in bliss. He was slick, throbbing, wet, ready, but the ex-merc took his time, sliding his fingers in and out. The hand touching Devcon’s chassis soon moved down again, stroking every bit of his frame on the way to its goal; his spike.
”…y-yes,” Devcon whispered, moaning helplessly, his face looking as if in pain, as a third finger penetrated his tight valve. Intakes broken, moans spilling from his mouth, Devcon pushed down and screamed, taking the fingers as deep as he could. It was intense and didn’t hurt, not really, but he curled his fingers over the strong thighs, denting them slightly.
Acid let go of his spike and pulled his fingers out, taking him in his arms and pushing Devcon flushed against him. The hunter was panting harshly, trembling. He moved his hands over his back until they reached his aft, then he simply stroked and manipulated his sensors until Devcon once again was hissing and writhing, lifting his aft. The ex-merc suckled his neck and slid his hand over Devcon’s valve, massaging and adding a nice pressure to his outer node. Devcon let his helm fall onto a strong shoulder and moaned, moving with the mech until those wonderful fingers pushed forward and into him.
”So tight, and you are relaxed. Oh frag, don’t wanna to hurt you...”
Delirious, pushing back as those fingers as they filled him again and again, Devcon shook his helm; he could take it, he would take it, and he would cure his processor from the glitch. He lifted his helm and kissed a heated faceplate blindly, rocking his hips. He captured those lips and ignored everything else, blocking all that had been going down the last Stellars out- this was for him and him only. He needed it like his engines craved Liquid Death and Acid was offering him touch, delightfull and considerate, soft and good…
He pulled away from the kiss, snarling. ”Want it… now, or I’ll fraggin’ shoot you!”
The ex-merc laughed and pushed up, pulling an arm around him, pinning him down. Devcon hissed, rubbing his spike against the smooth planes of Acid’s abdominal plating, restless, needy. There was a tiny hiss, then Acid’s spike, big like the rest of him, nudged his sensitive plating. Devcon shuttered his optics and shivered, allowing Acid to take control of the heated kiss just as his hands lifted him and lined him against the thick spike.
”It’s gonna hurt a bit, at first,” Acid said softly, his engines a pleasant rumble, adding a thrilling vibration to the whole deal. Devcon nodded and settled, the tip of the ex-merc’s spike pressing, probing.
”I don’t care, just… Just make up for it,” Devcon hissed, pushing up, leaning over the bigger mech, arms stretched, hands clinging to Acid’s broad shoulders. His fingers dented where they held onto the ex-merc but Acid didn’t complain, giving him the reins. Devcon cycled an intake, slowly, then pressed down.
There was pain. He cried out, for a moment wondering what the frag he was doing to himself. His cannon whirled and clicked, training itself onto the closest signal available, namely the ex-merc. Devcon moaned loudly, but forced himself down, taking the full girth of the spike, yet not even half of it. He felt it press against the tender, soft membrane of his valve, the delicate, sensitive inner walls, scraping along bundles of sensors and clusters of nodes. He whined, engines revving, the pain disapating, becoming a dull fullness, so very unlike anything he’d experienced before.
It was intense and as he writhed on top of Acid, the ex-merc’s hands were stroking his trembling thighs, fingers soothing him. Devcon was aware of the deep rumble of his vocals caressing his audios, even though it must have been hard for him not to move. Acid’s life depended on his dedication and yet the mech didn’t even flinch at the cannon following his every move. Devcon gasped as the ex-merc touched his spike, meeting his optics through a haze of pain-laced, hot pleasure.
”Frag… a-almost too much,” Devcon moaned. ”Too f-fraggin big!”
Acid nodded, a hand around the hunter’s spike, tugging it slowly, the other dipping in between the his thighs. Devcon gritted his jaw and nodded, then slid the rest of the way, taking the full of Acid’s spike. He winced and stilled, optics round, flaring. Acid kept stroking him, his fingers rubbing the outer node of his valve, otherwise keeping perfectly still. Devcon wasn’t aware of anything else but the pleasure and the slight sting, his face slack, optics dim and half shuttered.
”…move,” he groaned after a few klikks.
Devcon cried out as Acid rocked his hips, just letting the hunter feel the stretch and how much of a tight fit it was. His hands went around Devcon’s hips, helping him move as they set a deliciously slow, deep pace. Acid arched under him, watching him intently, groaning softly with that smooth rumble of his. They moved in a languid rhythm, Devcon still too tight, Acid still wary of that cannon pointed at him. After a few klikks Devcon shuddered deeply and bit his lip bloody, then lifted himself and slammed down repeatedly until he was screaming, his frame arched, riding his newfound lover hard.
Whitin a moment he was comming, sobbing as his valve clamped down on the big spike, squeezing it. He howled and scratched the ex-merc, transfluid spilling between them, making the glide easier.
Acid hissed softly and shuttered his optics, then unshuttered them again. The sight that met him was glorious; Devcon’s strong frame was covered in condensation, the silver gleaming beautifully, his valve stretched around his big spike. Now his hands were steering Devcon as the hunter rode him fast enough to dent him. The ex-merc hissed and pushed up until he was in a sitting possition, kissing Devcon hard, suckling his little wound. The energon tasted sharp, refined, and his engines revved.
They rolled, Devcon ending up beneath the bigger mech, his thighs splayed and a look of pained pleasure in his face. Acid leaned forward, kissing those lips again, moving freely now. He thrust slowly, making sure to learn what made the hunter moan, staying clear of anything that might leave him hurting. The hunter’s arms went around Acid’s frame, touching and clinging, kneading restlessly as he met the thrusts halfway.
It was good… so very, very good, and he couldn’t manage to express it in any other way than kissing Acid back, suckling on his glossa as he angled his hips and begged for more.
The charge rose steadily, his sensors wailing now, just as he surely was. He had never allowed a lover to touch his valve and the idea of letting another mech top him had never crossed his processor. Being spiked was too intimate, would leave him vulnerable since his sensors were too high strung and too sensitive. Yet, now he held onto Acid while his processor shut down to feel-only.
The heat, the deep slide, the way Acid filled him entirely was the only thing he knew. He was trembling, crying out for every instroke, clutching the bigger mech’s broad shoulders, pressing his face against the strong chestplate. The ex-merc grabbed his hips and angled them, moving harder and faster. Devcon howled and felt another overload crash his systems, his valve pulsing around the big spike. He groaned and kissed the hot, smooth metal, barely able to hold onto his unlike lover.
”Yes… Mmm, you feel g-good, hunter, so very very good.”
Those words made his tank flutter and Devcon whispered back, small words of praise, his optics shining brightly in the semi-darkness. Acid moved over him, pumping his hips swiftly, leaning forward, arms on either side of Devcon’s helm, sliding deep and hard, fucking him fast enough to prolong Devcon’s overload. The hunter arched beneath him, sliding his thrusters higher up, opening himself further still. He lost the sensation of time, pleasure clouding his processor, killing every other sensation but bliss.
Acid’s mouth found its way to his neck, suckling hard, denta nipping the vulnerable cables a he forced his entire length into Devcon’s throbbing, sweetly aching valve. The hunter threw his helm back, moaning helplessly, writhing, trying to move away, but Acid held him and circled his hips, his spike pushing and pressing against all those nodes inside the little valve. He growled, the sound moving along Devcon’s spinal struts, pushing him over the edge, hurling him into another overload.
He screamed, coming repeatedly now, valve spasming, going too tight, gripping Acid’s spike painfully.
”Nnghh, y-yes… oh, frag, hunter-!”
But, Devcon didn’t hear him. He arched and panted, held onto dear life as the hunter’s high slowly became something else, something unimaginable; scorching ecstasy from which he couldn’t hide or even flee. He wailed desperately, keened, pleasure wrecking his frame, throwing him into a loop of never ending overloads. The high was intense, giving him the sensation of flying high and then diving fast, hard, swift-
~
Acid slammed into Devcon, a hand holding the trashing mech pinned as he fucked him with every inch he could offer. He was dizzy, his vents screetching, but he wasn’t to give in, not yet. The hunter howled in his arms, his thighs tightening around his waist, his hands scrambling all over his shoulders, holding on as if he was falling.
In a way he was.
”Ahh, y-yes… You coming again…?”
Optics wide, the ex-merc regarded Devcon with a mix of surprisement and envy. The mech was incoherent, his face slack, brow knitted, a look of bliss in his half shuttered optics. Acid swallowed hard; he’d had his fair share of lovers, but none had been so exquisitly sensitive or anything near this level of responsive.
And, Devcon was coming again and again, his frame curling, his engines revving hard, the little valve clamping down on him. The charge was strong, addictive, and Acid felt lost, pleasure threatening to take him too, push him over the edge. He leaned down and kissed his volatile lover, making it good for him, letting him have everything he could offer while his own groans became high pitched and laboured. The hunter was so very tight, so wet, yet so tight.
Pristine, untouched…
Devcon kissed him in between broken screams. It was as if Stellars of need was being burned this very moment. Perhaps they were, Acid realised, knowing next to nothing about Devcon. He moaned and latched onto Devcon’s neck cabling, pumped his hips slower to rein his own reactions in, but the hunter wasn’t really aware and Acid sighed, suckling and nipping, thrusting harder, allowing himself to let go.
The Autobot arched and shouted, sobbing, his hands kneading, clawing, leaving marks in their wake. Acid groaned, biting hard and rutted as deep as he could, feeling his spark swell, realising his energy field was flaring. Somewhere in the back of his processor, his logic chip was screaming bloody murder, but the ex-merc wouldn’t be bothered. Such a chance as this would not be given twice and he would have it, all of it.
His self control broke, his movements hard and egoistical, his optics feasting upon the sight of Devcon the bounty hunter, the most feared hunter in the known universe, speared and helpless beneath him, lips forming small prayers for him, just for him.
Heat consumed Acid as he picked up the pace. The hunter screamed and arched, but he was unable to stop him, ecstasy writting all over his features. Condensation made the glide easier, as did the lubricant that stained their armours, thus, in between raw howls and desperate sobs, Devcon crushed their mouths together, kissing hard. Acid responded beautifully, giving the wild creature in his arms everything he had.
Including his camouflage.
”F-frag, no, no…! Oh, Primus, I… Its t-too much. Frag, please, c-can’t, I c-aaaaahhhhhh!”
The scream echoed around them. The added stimuli proved to be too much indeed, and Devcon threw his helm back with a helpless wail, convulsing, coming so hard he pushed Acid along with him. The ex-merc screamed. Those sensors - he could feel them surrounding his camouflage, killing the last hold Prisma had on him. The combination, nothing else, burned the last influence she had over him.
He fell over Devcon with a strangled shout, almost alarmed at the sheer intensity of his overload. He held onto Devcon, surrounding him, shielding him, falling forever with him, sharing pleasure along with the alluring darkness.
Stasis had never felt so good.
~
The sound of movement woke Devcon and he lay still as his systems rebooted. There was a very specific kind of ache in his nether regions. He cycled a slow intake, trying to remember what the frag he’d been up to.
The ground wasn’t very warm and the air was filled with dust, keeping his vents working. Above him, there was a pleasant source of heat, heavy but not stiffling. He shifted languidly and burrowed closer into the warmth radiating against his sensitive frame. After a klikk his processor cought up. The warmth, he realised, came from another steadily pulsing spark and with it…
Acid.
The ex-merc lay against him, his hips between Devcon’s thighs. For a moment, he almost threw the mech of him, but then his rebellious memory confronted him with, er, most interesting feeds. He swallowed hard and tried not to think of how good it had been or how the big spike had raked over his sensors, making him scream his throat raw. He bit his lower lip nervously.
I… I really let him ’face me, didn’t I? Frag, I demanded it…
”I can get off, if you want me to.” The deep, dark and smooth vocals rumbled against Devcon’s lingering sensitivity and he bit down on a breathless moan. Right. No more of that…
”…I could need a shower. And a proper berth.”
This was met with silance, then a small chuckle. The hunter made a face and wiggled a thruster, the one he’d been shot in before. Self-repair had taken care of it and he was pleased to note that ’cept for places he wouldn’t be showing off anytime soon, he was in perfect condition. Albeit slightly… messed up. Oh, joy.
”How long was I out of it?”
”Dunno, was out of it myself for quite a while there. Check your own chronometer, hunter. I’m busy.”
With what, Devcon wanted to ask, but held his glossa. The weight against his bulk felt good and he relaxed. Acid wasn’t likely to make any sudden change of loyalties, so he could allow himself the intimacy.
Big arms, strong and cunning, were draped around him, encircling him protectivly. It was a new sensation for Devcon, but it felt good to be held and he turned his helm slightly, nuzzling Acid’s darker one. The ex-merc sighed softly and shivered, which only made Devcon smile. It was a strange situation, but he’d rather try his luck with trusting Acid rather than returning to Prisma and…
He groaned.
”I know I was almost raving last Solar, but… Acid, she did call herself the ”Engineer,” didn’t she?”
Acid grunted and shifted lazily on top of him, nodding slowly.
”I heard her say that as well. It’s just that I never heard anybot call her that before, but then I’m nothing but her toy. They never informed me of anything of importance, hunter.
”Devcon,” he said softly and moved a hand over the strong frame, enjoying the feel of the pointier armour of the ex-merch. ”You ’faced me into stasis, you get to use my designation. I highly doubt Prisma would make a walking bomb out of you.”
Acid lifted his helm reluctantly and nodded, meeting his optics with a slight frown upon his face. Devcon looked back, at ease, relaxed. Suddenly he realised his sensors were tingling and he made a face.
”The camouflage…?”
”I… Er. Last Solar? We were out of it before I had a chance to turn it off. Woke up with it still activated, too.” He shutterblinked all the sudden, his vocals surprised. ”It doesn’t bother you any longer, does it?”
No, it didn’t. Devcon was deeply aware of it, of course, and the tingling felt rather sweet, but it didn’t do much more than that. It was an improvement and one he totally aproved of. He licked his lips and leaned forward, capturing Acid in a soft, slow kiss. It amused him, being invisible like this. Would have been a good thing in battle, or in a theft or in a hunt…
He pulled away, revving his engines at the little groan Acid rewarded him with. They could do a lot of this while they found their way out of these tunnels. His hand moved further down, kneading the swell of the ex-merc’s aft. Acid hissed against his shoulder and arched into his touch. It was a good sound, Devcon decided, and made up his processor to repay the experience of being spiked at a latter stage.
He wondered if Acid would be reluctant or if he would enjoy the idea of being ’faced to the mattress. He growled under his breath and Acid sighed softly, shifting against his frame. After a moment, the mech kissed his shoulder and turned his helm, trying to capture his gaze.
”So, the actual reason you came to Itx? To locate ”the Engiener”…? You came to find Prisma, then.”
”…damn right,” Devcon muttered back. ”I was a fool to trust her at all. She must have known who I was all the way from N’gel, must have been waiting for me to come this way. It was an ingenious idea to be in the shuttle leaving that moon, playing me from the very beginning, mixing enough of truth into her lies. Huh… So, did you know of this mess? Did she fill you in on the ensnaring of my hide?”
Acid growled and nipped his shoulder.
”I’m her toy, hunter. A big, nice toy to show off in parties or guild-meetings. A toy to use when roughing up a mech who isn’t behaving. If you want better answers, you would have to ask the others. Lathe is her right hand and Caliper her officer. I’m just what she amuses herself with.”
Devcon grabbed his helm and lifted him, looking searchingly at the ex-merc. ”What did you do, Acid, to make her keep you? You must have done something extra ordinary to have her keep you alive and not throw you into the smelt, pal.”
There was a slight shudder and Acid looked away.
”She threw every mech under my command into the smelt before making sure I’d be hers, no matter what. I’ve been escaping every now and then, but Caliper can find me, he always finds me. Until last Solar, that is…”
”You didn’t answer my question, mech.”
Acid sighed, defeated. ”I tried to steal the Lazy Tide. When I realised we were outnumbered, I used my camouflage. She saw it happen, so did Caliper and Lathe. They managed to capture me and… I don’t know what she did,” he whispered hoarsly, as if the memory hurt him. ”She touched me and I felt something change. She made sure to sercure her mastery and commanded me to show her how I camouflage myself and others. After that, she punished me with killing my whole crew and kept me to warm her berth whenever she feels like it. Sometimes I kill for her, sometimes I take her into places she normally would be unable to access. I’m the most usefull drone you’ve ever seen - that’s why.”
There was self-loathing in his ragged vocals. Devcon shifted under Acid, still sensing the camouflage surround them, teasing his sensors. He pushed softly and the Neutral moved with him, sitting up, looking perfectly wrecked.
Their hands were still linked, none of them were inclined to let the other go just yet. The evidence of their tryst was visible; blue streaks and silvery ones all over Acid’s frame. He reckoned he would show similar marks, on him, a darker green.
It had been a good, hard little dance and he felt much better. Next time he felt the glitch come along, he would make sure to find the most interesting mech around and simply let himself go a bit. A good, rough bit o’ fun would be a lesser pain in the aft compared to repeating last Solar’s little dissaster.
Against his silvery hand, Acid’s bigger hand looked almost rough. He was a nice model, though, looking pretty new with his smooth lower frame, strong legs and big peds. The pointier bits, as Devcon fondly named them, were mostly aesthetical. His curiousity grew. What kind of altmodel did the mech have?
Something big and strong, with a cannon…
Devcon bit his glossa. Bad hunter! Distracted by Acid’s shape and warmth, allowing himself to relax, would take him nowhere. He shook his helm and tried instead to concentrate on what to do next.
First step would be make sure to keep the frag away from Prisma, who knew how to take him down, or who could turn him into a drone. Also, he could simply get the slag away and forget Itx altogether, just leave the moon as fast as possible. Even without knowing where Cyclonus was heading at, it wouldn’t be much of a struggle to find his trail again.
Time to work, then. He got onto his knees and stood up, breaking the camouflage. Acid pulled his hand back, flexing his fingers. There were marks all over them and Devcon fought to keep his optics off the nicely shaped abdominal plating as they shifted.
Frag… A mech could do so much worse, he really could. He stretched and forced himself to stop his leering, frowning slightly.
”Well, Prisma made a mistake by taking you with her along this ride. Still, she must have noticed a difference along the way, since she obviously didn’t want us together. It think she’s been more than worried about losing your ability. Not that I blame her - you are quite a catch to have around.”
Acid snorted and shrugged, looking away as if embarrassed. The hunter’s frown deepened; there was a melancholic feeling to Acid now, something similar to his usual passive behavior. As he checked his stash of ammo and laser cores, Acid sat there, motionless. It made his armour crawl.
” So, does she belong to the merc guild? If not, then Caliper obviously hacked the merc network for her use, but still - those were mercs she commanded. Frag, what’s up with this femme? She was throwing her weight around last Solar, even with the slavers…”
The ex-merc frowned and rubbed a tender spot in his shoulder where Devcon had bitten him hard. Devcon regarded him with a tiny hint of amusement.
”She doesn’t merely belong to it,” Acid explained with a dark growl. ”She leads the guild, hunter. That’s how I knew they would be hunting you in the Black market. The shuttle between that moon and Itx is mainly run by the guild, so you never had any chance to escape her claws. The guild has been expecting you for quite a while, ever since that ugly ’Con came around. I didn’t know his designation and I was put to work in the Lazy Tide anyway, so I never took any part of the information. I managed to put things together after a while, though.”
Devcon stared at Acid, his expression one of annoyed wonder. He’d been fooled all the way back. Frag her. Well, at least he’d managed to sell Ram’s devices and was rich enough for any crate of Liquid this far away from his favourite hunting grounds.
Acid looked at him with worried optics, probably wondering what Devcon would do with him. Good question, that one. He hummed under his breath. Well, slag… Looked like he needed answers to his questions before taking any further actions.
”Cyclonus was here. And, you say he set Prisma and the guild onto my aft?”
Acid nodded, looking uncomfortable now. ”I don’t know much more than that. I’m a possession, not a crew-member.”
”You know every single mech I’ve met along this hunt has been preaching about their innocense, right? The most honest mech I’ve met broke into his own office, making himself a proper thief in the long run.”
There was an insulted gleam in the ex-merc’s optics now, but he didn’t act upon it. Devcon’s own gaze was challenging, but Acid looked away, refused to take the bait. The hunter huffed in annoyance.
”When did you decide to betray her?”
”I’ve always wanted to get away, I just couldn’t,” Acid replied sourly, still refusing to meet his optics. ”With you here, her attention on keeping you fooled, leading you about - it distracted her. Let’s say I saw my chance when you blew that building up. My camouflage was up and I felt your sensors flare and suddenly, my PCU was clear.”
He snorted. ”For the first time in vorns.”
”Go figure,” Devcon muttered and rubbed his side.
”You trusted me enough to ’face you, but not with this…?”
There was a hurt quality to Acid’s vocals. Devcon shrugged and looked around, his processor calculating swiftly. There were too many unanswered question and his equations wouldn’t be as precise as usual.
Still on the ground, the ex-merc cut a lonely, depressed picture. Devcon sighed inwardly, then looked at himself and grimaced. He was a proper mess - frag, both were. It would be embarrasingly obvious for anybot to see what they’d been up to. If Prisma were to watch them right now, she would know, and suddenly Devcon remembered her jealous glare. He wondered if Acid was aware of it, or if he still thought her to be using him.
Frag, she could like the mech and use him. Just like a proper merc would. Love didn’t exist among them, but possessive sensations? Pit, yes.
If the mercs found them, Acid would be in deep trouble, no matter that Devcon had been the one to push the matter. Prisma had already killed his old crew memebers, had isolated and broken him down. The question was; how much of her still remained inside of him? Could she control him, even now? Could Devcon trust him to watch his back…?
With a sigh, Devcon pushed those thought out of his processor. They needed to get going, they needed a few new plans and above else, they needed a ship.
Nevertheless; first things first. He reached for Acid and pulled him up, pressing against the hard planes of his chassis. It felt incredible good to throw all worries to the side, if so just for a moment or two, and drag the taller mech down for a kiss. Acid kissed him back, uncertainty burning within in him, and yet, when Devcon pulled away, he made a soft sound of loss.
”I needed to get away,” he whispered hoarsely.
”I’m not blaming you for finding a way out of it… but, if we are to get the frag away from this place, in one bit, we will need to make a few things clear. And, I need to be able to trust you. Show me I can, will ya?”
Acid shutterblinked, but Devcon’s steady gaze bore into him.
”What are you asking for?”
Devcon tilted his helm, his smile slow, sensous, cruel. ”I need to be sure I’m not being fooled again. Prisma’s little charade was a wonderful thing, really. Hadn’t it been for your mutiny, smuggler, I would have been down for business. But, your captain is far too intelligent for my liking and all of this - even how good you feel while you ’face me, might be another way of getting to me.”
The ex-merc frowned. ”It’s not,” he hissed. ”I wouldn’t do such a th-”
”She did,” Devcon interrupted him gently, slowly stroking his way down the strong, broad frame, finally finding its goal; his interface panel. He pushed his hand against it, fondling the delicate, sensitive seams. ”She took you, all of you. Why would I trust the one she’s been ’facing for quite a while, hmm?”
Acid shuddered, a revolted look in his face. There was no way around the hunter’s crystal clear logic. He drew a deep intake and nodded, then opened a panel above his spark chamber. He put his palm over the narrow opening, seemed hesitant to allow Devcon access to his systems. Yet, after a soft prod he complied, shuddering slightly. He watched Devcon with wary optics as Devcon pulled his cord and connected them, in a way perhaps more intimate than before.
There could be pleasure, if Devcon allowed it to happen, but such a thing would be not only utterly wrong, it would mess things up.
There was crackling in the air; Acid was scared, felt pushed, forced. In a way, Devcon mused, he was absolutely right, but there was no othe way to ensure his own security. He cycled a sigh and followed the glowing line ahead; Acid’s conciousness, and passed each firewall he was granted through.
They locked into an embrace, Devcon nuzzling the strong jaw, still on his toes. With a small shiver he sank deep into the combined link.
The landscape of Acid’s sanctum lay before him; in his grasp was the ex-merc’s HUD, processor and CPU, his self repair, his inner thoughts. All but his spark, which Devcon had no intension of violating, ever. With delicate touches, he moved through Acid’s memory files, discarding those he didn’t need, reading those of importance.
In his arms, the ex-merc groaned weakly and shuddered at the gently intrusion. Devcon closed in on him, hunting his innocence like he’d hunted many a prey.
”…yes, show me who you are,” the hunter whispered and sank deeper, searching for the mech Acid once had been, long before made tame and forced into submission.
For a nano-klikk, the ex-merc’s resolution wavered under weight of Devcon’s investigation. The deeper he reached, the more unwilling he seemed, his hands clutching Devcon’s sides, denting.
Old memories, things unrelated to his life as a merc and with not connection what so ever to Prisma, floated up to the surface and the hunter reached for them. This made Acid’s scarred processor, by instinct alone, trow one last firewall up.
”Trust goes both ways,” he whispered, the deep rumble of his vocals marred by intense pain and frustration both. ”I won’t be used and thrown away, I won’t. Show me who you are, hunter, and I’ll give myself over freely.”
The alcove was cold, the air heavy with their combined heat, crackling with unreleased energy. Devcon’s fingers reached the wellshaped helm, stroking Acid’s face. Green optics burning with defiance and pride met him, demanding an exchange.
The hunter offered Acid his trademark shit-eating grin and revved his engines. The sound echoed around them, the warmth of his frame raising. With a cocky toss of his helm as the only warning, he gave the mech what he wanted, all of it in a blinding moment of unrestrained fury. He kept all but his spark from the ex-merc.
Devcon withheld nothing; no hunt he hid, no kill he kept back. Those he would regard as comrades-in-arms, those he hated, Swift’s face, Rams’s grin - the dragon’s mocking laughter, that last memory of being locked in stasis while his spark was ripped out of his chassis - all of it, on one single moment that lasted forever.
Acid cried out, knees buckling, reeling from the intensity. Devcon held him up, pushing closer still, yet even as he recovered from the impact, Acid still held his part of the deal and lowered the last firewall.
He accessed the data, everything Acid slammed into his processor and it was Devcon’s time to gasp and move through an ocean of information, searching…
Pure, whispered the steady beat of the spark he wouldn’t touch. Fierce, said the constant thrum of his engines.
”Designation… Fade Away,” he murmured and met the Neutral’s optics. There was pain at the use of his real designation, but Devcon didn’t stop there. ”Alt model; cybertronian hover craft, military model. Prime ability; utter camouflage, disrupting sound and proximity sensors-”
Enough, pleaded the ex-merc, his will flowing like a river, his trust like a shining beacon within Devcon. They were entwined, hunter and prey, their cores merging, and Devcon knew that he was but a step from crossing that line he didn’t want crossed.
Enough, he agreed and pulled back, kissing those shivering lips, allowing Acid, no - Fade Away, the time to recover from his entrusion. The kiss was sweet, slow and deep, a caring thing, something born out of the aftermath.
Once upon a time, Devcon told the ex-merc, I was another mech’s toy. I learnt to deal with it. Forced myself to know my greatest enemy - myself. Do you know who and what you are, mech?
I’m Fade Away, the ex-merc told him as he surrounded Devcon with his whole being, his joy like a beam of light. Neutral, bound by no allegiance. I seek no revenge… Just a way out. I’ll help you... Prisma took the memory of my name, erased it. Hunter, you gave me my designation back. My loyalty, yours forever.
Devcon pressed closer to Fade Away, the sweet pain in his spark almost too much to bear. She never took it, he whispered, merely buried it.
Trust goes both ways.
Sometimes, Devcon realised, it goes beyond that.