WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF i just started watching Transformers G1 season 3.
all i have to say is
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RODIMUS WENT ON AN ACID TRIP THROUGH THE MATRIX.
WIN.
I think i'm going to like this series, it will give me most wonderful lulz.
oh, and while i'm here, meh, have a fan-of-fanfiction-drabble.
It isn't complete and it's based on someone else's ongoing fic, found on the Me_drivecar community (dunno how to do community username links, same as normal username coding or no? )
Anywho, here's a link to the first chapter so you can find the rest through there
http://community.livejournal.com/me_drivecar/51929.html
It's written by kookaburra1701
So here's my fan-drabble, and sorry, it's a teaser. And totally rated. fuuu.
Mirage followed the other mech down the halls rather quickly. No one stopped them, assuming their haste had something to do with work, given they were both top espionage agents under Jazz.
As it was, they’d finished their work, and thank Primus for that, Mirage was tired of the stress from this particular mission. It had been sprung on them both so suddenly, which was usually the way given they couldn’t plan their missions aloud to prevent tipping the ‘Cons off, but all the same at least Mirage usually had a feeling or an inkling before something really big went down. But not this time.
It had been just as hard on Bumblebee (if not harder) for the last 42 cycles.
And it was just as well Mirage could count on one thing and had cleared his schedule for their return. He needed this as much as his fellow spy.
Once inside, Bumblebee was glad to find his room-mate had wisely vacated their shared quarters. It was an… almost embarrassing routine for the yellow minibot, but right now he didn’t care. At least he didn’t have to say anything to Gears, the mech simply knew he didn’t want to be in there upon Bumblebee and Mirage’s return.
Bumblebee wordlessly led the taller Blue and white mech to his berth, and Mirage sat by him, immediately plunging forward and kissing the other spy hard.
Mirage couldn’t say he looked forward to these times with Bumblebee as much as he did, say, an appointment with Hound. But it was certainly satisfying to no end to have a mech he could count on to relieve his tension in a sympathetic manner. And what was more he could always count on the minibot never to hurt him while he gave him a good hard ‘facing.
It was kind of funny, really, he thought as he allowed Bumblebee to coax him down onto his berth while the minibot’s very skilled servos worked over his chassis… Bumblebee would never be like this any other time, demanding and rough interfacing just weren’t in his nature. At least, not until after a long mission stuck in the air vents of the Nemesis dodging ravage’s tracking skills and ripping as much information out of the place as possible without triggering any alarms.
The stress of those missions wound them both up so tight that it didn’t do them any good to delay in getting it out of their systems the moment they returned to the Ark.
Occassionally Jazz joined them, if he’d been on the mission with them, but more often than not he was managing it from outside and only went in as back-up. His specialty was more solo missions when he didn’t need them or mid-battle sabotage.
Mirage gasped and let out a small cry of pleasure as those small black servos dipped beneath his plating and clawed over his transformation cogs.
If there was one thing he had to say about Bumblebee, he was the only mech that could get so deep into his seams, and Primus was the sensory feedback intense!
Mirage allowed himself to be lost in Bumblebee’s forceful but not unpleasant ministrations, kissing the small yellow mech furiously and grinding their crotch-plates together.
Bumblebee moaned, clutching tightly to Mirage’s frame as the soft ‘shik’ announced the retracting of both their interface covers.
Small black digits immediately went south and plunged into Mirage, earning Bumblebee a cry of delight as he slid them in at just the right angle and began to stimulate the valve walls.
Bumblebee felt himself relax a little better as he watched the blissful expression on Mirage’s faceplates as he felt around that beautifully crafted valve. Primus but he wished he had lived in the towers, if everything they had there was as nice as Mirage’s valve, Bumblebee had never owned such nice things in his life, and it saddened him to remember that the Decepticons had stripped Cybertron bare of it’s towers and the nobles within.
He pressed deep, in and out, measured and forceful strokes that had the other spy writhing on his berth, bringing a coy smile to his face under deepening optics.
Mirage held Bumblebee’s gaze, hearing the smaller mech’s cooling fans kick on under the seeming roar of his own. Oh Primus yes, he needed this! But he wasn’t about to forget Bumblebee, and after all, it was the minibot’s chits being used up here. Not that the yellow spy ever complained about this, it was about the only time he ever used them, but it was worth every Klik.
Mirage forced himself up, and the yellow bot didn’t stop pumping him with his fingers until Mirage physically moved his pelvis out of reach.
The ligier caught the small servo that had been inside him and took Bumblebee’s fingers in his mouth, sucking his own lubricant off them as he got on his elbows and coaxed Bumblebee to lean back now.
The smaller mech panted and moaned at the feel of that warm mouth and the very thought of Mirage cleaning his own essence from his fingers.
A shiver ran down his back strut as Mirage played his other hand around the Black and yellow’s spike housing.
It didn’t take long to coax the reasonably proportioned cord from it’s housing, and Mirage wasted no time drawing it out to it’s full length by wrapping his mouth around it and sucking hard.
Bumblebee cried out in ernest, lust burning through his circuits as a black servo flew to Mirages’ helm.
The minibot toyed with the delicate, gracefully curved vents on either side of the ligier’s faceplate, gasping and mewling as Mirage moaned around his spike.
YA THATS AS FAR AS I'VE GOTTEN. BUH.
ima go lulz at more trippy Rodimus nao, BYE.
all i have to say is
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RODIMUS WENT ON AN ACID TRIP THROUGH THE MATRIX.
WIN.
I think i'm going to like this series, it will give me most wonderful lulz.
oh, and while i'm here, meh, have a fan-of-fanfiction-drabble.
It isn't complete and it's based on someone else's ongoing fic, found on the Me_drivecar community (dunno how to do community username links, same as normal username coding or no? )
Anywho, here's a link to the first chapter so you can find the rest through there
http://community.livejournal.com/me_drivecar/51929.html
It's written by kookaburra1701
So here's my fan-drabble, and sorry, it's a teaser. And totally rated. fuuu.
Mirage followed the other mech down the halls rather quickly. No one stopped them, assuming their haste had something to do with work, given they were both top espionage agents under Jazz.
As it was, they’d finished their work, and thank Primus for that, Mirage was tired of the stress from this particular mission. It had been sprung on them both so suddenly, which was usually the way given they couldn’t plan their missions aloud to prevent tipping the ‘Cons off, but all the same at least Mirage usually had a feeling or an inkling before something really big went down. But not this time.
It had been just as hard on Bumblebee (if not harder) for the last 42 cycles.
And it was just as well Mirage could count on one thing and had cleared his schedule for their return. He needed this as much as his fellow spy.
Once inside, Bumblebee was glad to find his room-mate had wisely vacated their shared quarters. It was an… almost embarrassing routine for the yellow minibot, but right now he didn’t care. At least he didn’t have to say anything to Gears, the mech simply knew he didn’t want to be in there upon Bumblebee and Mirage’s return.
Bumblebee wordlessly led the taller Blue and white mech to his berth, and Mirage sat by him, immediately plunging forward and kissing the other spy hard.
Mirage couldn’t say he looked forward to these times with Bumblebee as much as he did, say, an appointment with Hound. But it was certainly satisfying to no end to have a mech he could count on to relieve his tension in a sympathetic manner. And what was more he could always count on the minibot never to hurt him while he gave him a good hard ‘facing.
It was kind of funny, really, he thought as he allowed Bumblebee to coax him down onto his berth while the minibot’s very skilled servos worked over his chassis… Bumblebee would never be like this any other time, demanding and rough interfacing just weren’t in his nature. At least, not until after a long mission stuck in the air vents of the Nemesis dodging ravage’s tracking skills and ripping as much information out of the place as possible without triggering any alarms.
The stress of those missions wound them both up so tight that it didn’t do them any good to delay in getting it out of their systems the moment they returned to the Ark.
Occassionally Jazz joined them, if he’d been on the mission with them, but more often than not he was managing it from outside and only went in as back-up. His specialty was more solo missions when he didn’t need them or mid-battle sabotage.
Mirage gasped and let out a small cry of pleasure as those small black servos dipped beneath his plating and clawed over his transformation cogs.
If there was one thing he had to say about Bumblebee, he was the only mech that could get so deep into his seams, and Primus was the sensory feedback intense!
Mirage allowed himself to be lost in Bumblebee’s forceful but not unpleasant ministrations, kissing the small yellow mech furiously and grinding their crotch-plates together.
Bumblebee moaned, clutching tightly to Mirage’s frame as the soft ‘shik’ announced the retracting of both their interface covers.
Small black digits immediately went south and plunged into Mirage, earning Bumblebee a cry of delight as he slid them in at just the right angle and began to stimulate the valve walls.
Bumblebee felt himself relax a little better as he watched the blissful expression on Mirage’s faceplates as he felt around that beautifully crafted valve. Primus but he wished he had lived in the towers, if everything they had there was as nice as Mirage’s valve, Bumblebee had never owned such nice things in his life, and it saddened him to remember that the Decepticons had stripped Cybertron bare of it’s towers and the nobles within.
He pressed deep, in and out, measured and forceful strokes that had the other spy writhing on his berth, bringing a coy smile to his face under deepening optics.
Mirage held Bumblebee’s gaze, hearing the smaller mech’s cooling fans kick on under the seeming roar of his own. Oh Primus yes, he needed this! But he wasn’t about to forget Bumblebee, and after all, it was the minibot’s chits being used up here. Not that the yellow spy ever complained about this, it was about the only time he ever used them, but it was worth every Klik.
Mirage forced himself up, and the yellow bot didn’t stop pumping him with his fingers until Mirage physically moved his pelvis out of reach.
The ligier caught the small servo that had been inside him and took Bumblebee’s fingers in his mouth, sucking his own lubricant off them as he got on his elbows and coaxed Bumblebee to lean back now.
The smaller mech panted and moaned at the feel of that warm mouth and the very thought of Mirage cleaning his own essence from his fingers.
A shiver ran down his back strut as Mirage played his other hand around the Black and yellow’s spike housing.
It didn’t take long to coax the reasonably proportioned cord from it’s housing, and Mirage wasted no time drawing it out to it’s full length by wrapping his mouth around it and sucking hard.
Bumblebee cried out in ernest, lust burning through his circuits as a black servo flew to Mirages’ helm.
The minibot toyed with the delicate, gracefully curved vents on either side of the ligier’s faceplate, gasping and mewling as Mirage moaned around his spike.
YA THATS AS FAR AS I'VE GOTTEN. BUH.
ima go lulz at more trippy Rodimus nao, BYE.