Fic: Slave to Love
Title: Slave to Love - Conclusion
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage, Jazz, Bumblebee
Summary: After his trials in learning to accept and trust Hound's love for him, Mirage finally realizes he's ready to take the leap into sexual intimacy.
Warnings: Sticky sex, bondage, referenced past rape and sexual trauma
Author's Notes: This is the conclusion to a longer running story I filled on the kink meme here.
Basic storyline: Mirage lied about being a noble from the Towers to conceal the truth, he's actually was a slave of a noble of the Towers. When his master died, he was freed from his slave programing. For countless years he's kept everyone at arm's length to protect himself. However after one night letting down his carefully maintained defenses, he wakes up next to Hound after both had gotten drunk the night before and slept together. To make matters worse, Mirage retalizes, to his horror, that the slave programing has been re-initiated and Hound has become his new master.
There is a scene of rape in the beginning, along with many references to past acts of rape as well as past emotional and psychological abuse.
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Despite his better judgment, Mirage had managed to find himself back where he’d been many long months ago. Attending another party being thrown at the Ark. This time he knew better and avoided the home brewed high grade. Instead he just enjoyed the company of friends, even if they were slightly overcharged.
“So… how’re you an’ Hound?” Jazz asked, leaning in to bump shoulders with Mirage.
Mirage smiled at his lover’s name. “We’re doing well. He’s been good to me.”
“Details, m’mech,” Jazz said eagerly.
“Like?” Mirage said, smiling as he deliberately acted obtuse.
“Oh come off it,” Bumblebee scoffed. “You know what we’re interested in.”
Mirage smiled. “He’s been very… patient, in that regard. Although we both want to be intimate, I can’t help having my reservations. We’ve worked through a lot and he’s supported me the entire way. I would like to offer him more, he’s given me so much in return, I don’t know if I can make it up to him.”
Jazz frowned, picking up Mirage’s subtext. “You don’t owe Hound your body. No mech’s worth the plating they’re built out of if they think otherwise.”
Mirage nodded almost absently, chuckling lightly. “Hound said the same thing,” Mirage missed how Bumblebee and Jazz relaxed from across him. “He’s been very careful with me, sometimes too careful, I think. But… I like how he lets me make all of the first moves.”
Jazz and Bumblebee both smiled. “Sounds likes it’s going well then,” Bumblebee said.
Mirage nodded. “It is. I… I didn’t think it would, honestly. I didn’t think Hound would stay with me, after finding out everything he does about me. He surprised me, and still does sometimes. I like how he makes me feel, safe, wanted, even needed.” Mirage paused, mulling over everything he’d just said. He smiled and rose from his seat. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, there’s something I need to do.”
Mirage missed the identical grins Jazz and Bumblebee exchanged as he walked off and headed for the table Hound was seated at with Trailbreaker, Cliffjumper, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. With a boldness that had grown in his time with Hound, Mirage walked up behind the scout, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He ignored the grins of the table’s other occupants.
“Don’t overindulge yourself, there’s something I’d like to talk with you about. I’ll meet you at your quarters after the party, alright?” Hound didn’t enjoy the almost sterile nature of Mirage’s quarters, so Mirage figured they’d both be more at ease in Hound’s room.
“Sure thing,” Hound said.
Mirage smiled, tracing his finger tips down Hound’s neck before walking back over to Jazz and Bumblebee.
After the party started to finally wane, Hound and Mirage left together for Hound’s room. Hound didn’t know what Mirage needed to talk about, but the way Mirage was acting did put him at ease. The spy was brimming with an eager and positive energy.
“What did you want to talk about?” Hound asked, broaching the subject first.
Mirage smiled almost shyly up at Hound, head tilting in that coy way that made the scout want to hold him close and kiss his helm vents. Hound restrained himself to allow Mirage the room to talk. “I was talking with Jazz and Bumblebee earlier, about us actually. While we were talking, I realized just how close we’ve come to be, and I think I’m ready for more.”
Hound’s optics widened as comprehension dawned on him. He grinned, wrapping his arms around Mirage and holding him close. “That’s great- I mean, if you want-” Hound took an intake to calm himself and not stick his pede in his mouth. “Thank you, you don’t know how happy it makes me that you want to share something so special with me.” He kissed the top of Mirage’s helm and cupped his cheek as he pulled back. “I’ve… had a few ideas to help you get into interfacing, if you’d like to try them out.”
“Oh? What are they?”
Hound led Mirage towards his berth and sat with him. “Well, the first thing I wanted to try was talking out our personal fantasies with each other.”
Mirage’s optics flickered in bemusement. He hadn’t expected that sort of suggestion, but was willing to try it out. “Alright, how do we start?”
Hound beamed at Mirage’s acceptance. “First, we get comfortable.” He scooted back to the head of the berth, sitting with his back against the wall. He pulled Mirage with him, settling the slimmer mech between his spread legs, chest-to-back and curling his arms around Mirage’s waist. “Is this alright?”
“Yes,” Mirage said, nodding. “It’s fine. You’re enjoying having me like this, aren’t you?”
Hound chuckled and nuzzled the back of Mirage’s helm. “Won’t deny that. I love having you close with our bodies pressed together like this. The first time I fantasized about you, I imagined us like this.” Hound rubbed small circles over Mirage’s abdominal plating as he remembered his first fantasy of the mech. “Do you remember that night we spent in the High Tailfins Club?”
“Yes… Oh Primus, was that when you started liking me?” Mirage asked, horrified. He remembered that night. He and Hound had gone undercover to a seedy club that had been a popular drinking spot with several Decepticon officers. Mirage had posed as an escort, and Hound his client. Mirage had been painfully tempted to throttle Jazz for making up that cover story.
“Nah, I was into you way before that. But when you had to sit on my lap pressed against me and we pretended to kiss… it made my imagination go wild. I had to work really hard to keep myself calm enough to complete the mission. When we got back I locked myself up and imagined the night going differently. You’d start shifting in my lap, rubbing your aft on my thighs and I’d wrap both hands back around it. I’d cup it and lift you up to kiss you better. Then you’d squirm harder against me and make this sexy little sound of need against my lips.”
Mirage bit his lip as he pictured the scene in his mind. Hound and he in a secluded part of that old club, mechs milling around them as they kept themselves sheltered behind a privacy curtain. He imagined himself perched on Hound’s thighs with the scout’s broad hands cupped on his aft, keeping him in place for his lover’s attentions.
Hound traced his fingers over one of Mirage’s spoilers as he continued. “I’d start rubbing circles on your aft and kneading it. Your hands would tighten on my shoulders and dig into the plating.”
Mirage was startled with himself when his fans kicked on. He hadn’t realized how warm he’d been getting as he listened to Hound.
Hound smiled, sliding his hand down from Mirage’s waist towards his thigh while sliding his fingers back and forth over Mirage’s spoiler. “Your legs would shift apart so that you were straddling my thighs. I’d reach back from your aft towards your interface cover. I’d prod at it and you’d open it. The smell would hit me first. You’d smell intoxicating and the best thing to come across my olfactory sensors. I’d cup a hand over your valve and it would be so warm and wet. You’d whimper for me, I’d feel it through our kiss and it’d make me feel even hotter.”
And Mirage did whimper. He rested his helm against Hound’s shoulder and let him kiss along his neck. “Primus, Hound…” he moaned breathlessly.
“I’d circle a finger around your entrance while I teased your cord out with the other. I’d wrap my hand around it, slide it up and down slooowly.” Hound put words to action, sliding his hand over the spoiler, making Mirage shiver in his arms. The fingers of his other hand pressed into the gap between Mirage’s hip and thigh.
“I’d press a finger into your valve, and your intakes would hitch before you’d press down on me for more.” Hound chuckled against his audio. “Though we’d be keeping at my pace. I’d curl my finger and tease inside you, feel you get wetter for me and your fluids drip down my hand.”
Hound’s fingertips played with the connector cables in Mirage’s thigh, making Mirage’s leg jerk as pleasure started to burn in his systems. He took a deep intake, hands tightening over Hound’s arms.
“I’d add my second finger, start thrusting them inside you. I’d move my hand faster on your cord and tighten my grip. I’d really be working you and you’d be writhing on my lap. You’d be trying so hard to keep quiet and I’d… heh, I’d be helping you with that by keeping our lips locked, exploring your mouth with my glossa. I’d never get enough of you, it’d be like tasting the best energon brew ever.”
Mirage was trembling in Hound’s arms. He’d never thought he could want someone as badly as he did now. He could feel lubricant building behind his interface panel, and was almost afraid it might start to seep out between the seams.
“Then… I’d add a third finger. You’d cry out, or try, but it’d be muffled by our kiss. Your valve would clench around me and I’d barely be able to move my fingers. You’d just be so hot and charged up, I’d know it wouldn’t take much more. I’d stroke your cord, teasing the tip a little then pressing just right on the slit to make you buck up. I’d keep pumping my fingers, twisting and spreading them. Finally I’d find an internal sensor node and press down on it, flick over it until you screamed and overloaded.” Hound shivered at the very thought.
“My hands would be soaked with your fluids. I’d lick them off as you were cooling down and you’d watch with flickering optics as your systems rebooted.” A chuckle. “It’d be time for us to head back by then so we’d clean up best we could and sneak out with no one the wiser.”
“Not even after hearing me scream in ecstasy?” Mirage asked, systems fighting to cool him off, his internal fans hummed audibly as minute tremors passed through his body.
“Nope,” Hound said smugly. “It’s my fantasy and no one but me gets to see you like that. So… ever have any naughty thoughts about me?”
Mirage flushed and ducked his head. “Ah… maybe.”
Hound grinned, curling his arms tight around Mirage. “Oh? Care to share?”
“It’s not nearly as elaborate as yours,” Mirage murmured, still keeping his head down.
“Doesn’t matter,” Hound said, rubbing soothing circles over Mirages abdominal plating. “I’d love to hear it.”
“It… started off as a dream, and I’ve had it a few times since. We’re in the berth, kissing, touching each other. Things gradually heat up between us and everywhere you touch me seems to… to ignite this limitless passion inside me. I want everything you can give me. You roll me onto my back and rest on your elbows above me.”
“I like where this is going,” Hound cooed, hands slowly rubbing over Mirage’s body.
“You kiss me and tell me how beautiful I am. You pet my cheek while staring into my optics with this tender smile, like I’m the most stunning thing you’ve ever seen. I open my panel for you. You continue kissing me as you reach down between us and press your fingers inside me.” Mirage shuttered his optics as Hound’s fingers traced over his interface cover.
“You crook them just right and find a sensor node, and when I cried out you would exploit that sensor again, rubbing over it until I was incoherent and begging. I’d be so charged up I wouldn’t really notice you shifting over me and pressing your cord to my valve. You slip your fingers out and I’d only have a moment to protest before you’d thrust in.”
“Primus, ‘Raj… that sounds so hot,” Hound murmured while rubbing a hand over Mirage’s nosecone.
“You’d start slow as you moved inside me, drawing out, pushing back in. It would drive both of us nearly insane with need. I’d hold onto you tight and bury my face in your shoulder. You’d wrap an arm around me and keep me close, telling me how you loved the sounds I made and how good I felt. You’d increase your tempo, not too fast, but, but it’d be enough. It would be this easy, steady pace that would leave me keening for release. You’d keep holding me, and kiss along my helm.” Mirage paused, letting in a soft intake as he felt denta nibbling along his neck.
“H-Hound…” he whispered shakily.
“Keep going, I want to hear the end.”
“You would… you would use your other hand to rub my side, and find my sensitive spots. You’d kiss me, and although it would start out sweet and tender, it would deepen. Our glossas would tangle together, and you would quicken your hips. I would wrap my legs around you, trying to get your cord deeper inside me. We’d be getting close, and you would pull back t-to watch me overload. You’d think it such a beautiful sight and would tell me as much.” Mirage paused, gasping as Hound’s wandering fingers pressed into a transformation seam in his hip, playing with the connector cables hidden inside the gap. Hound’s other hand stroked the underside of his spoiler as soft kisses and nips were placed along his neck.
With some effort, Mirage continued. “I-I would overload, and you’d follow right after, moaning above me and holding me tight. It… I imagined it being an amazing experience.”
Hound smiled, pressing his face into the back of Mirage’s neck. “Well now, I’m definitely gonna make sure of that.” Hound patted Mirage’s interface cover lightly. “Bet you’re good and wet here, huh? You must taste so good.”
“T-taste?” Mirage almost squeaked. “Why would you want to?” Memories surfaced unbidden of being ordered down Fable’s cord, having hips thrust against his mouth, choking as transfluid spilled down his throat tubing.
“Because I know you’ll taste as good as you look, I want to please you and have you writhing on this berth in ecstasy from nothing more than my fingers and mouth. Will you let me?”
“Yes,” Mirage said after a moment’s thought. Hound’s eagerness was shocking. He’d never enjoyed having to service Fable in such a way, and Hound would get no physical pleasure from doing so. “You really want to, just because I’ll enjoy it? Even if you get nothing from it?”
Hound laughed. “Oh, I’ll get something from it, trust me. You might understand, but going down on my partner gets me almost as charged up as ‘facing does. Now, mind lying on your back for me?”
Mirage drew away from Hound, twisting around and laying down. “You are a strange mech, Hound.”
“And you love me for it,” Hound retorted, snickering. He got down on his front so that he was laying between Mirage’s legs. He guided the slender white thighs to rest on his shoulders and stroked his fingers slowly over the warm panel covering Mirage’s interface components. He smiled at the slight shiver of Mirage’s thighs on either side of his head.
Ever so carefully he pressed his fingertips against the panel seam, urging it open. He smiled at the soft click the cover made, helping it retract and revealing his prize. He brushed two fingers over Mirage’s valve opening, silently thrilled at how the wet, rubbery slit flexed at the contact.
Mirage propped himself up on his elbows, watching Hound almost anxiously. Hound noticed the look and kissed Mirage’s inner thigh. “If you get uncomfortable, tell me and we can stop. ‘Facing’s only good for me when my partner likes it too.”
“It’s alright, I’m just a little nervous is all.”
Hound nodded, smiling up at Mirage. “I know, and I don’t blame you. Trust me, though. I’ll make sure tonight’s good for you.”
Mirage returned the smile with one of his own. “I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t trust you.”
Hound grinned brightly at Mirage before ducking his head back between his lover’s legs. He gave Mirage’s valve entrance a lick and almost shivered at the taste of lubricant on his glossa. “You taste pretty sweet, ‘Raj,” he teased. Before Mirage could retort he licked again, then pressed the tip of his gloss in, wriggling it a little.
A startled sputter escaped his intakes as Mirage’s elbows slipped under him and he fell back flat on the berth. The small warm appendage wiggling around inside him was good, teasing the rim of his valve and steadily increasing the pleasurable sensory input of his frame.
“What, never had a glossa on your valve before?” Hound kept his fingers teasing and circling the entrance as he turned his gaze on Mirage’s face.
“No,” Mirage said breathily, doing his best to maintain his composure. Somehow he doubted it would last.
Hound clicked his glossa in disapproval, slipping a finger tip inside Mirage. “Now that’s just a damn shame. I suppose I’ll have to rectify that. Can’t let all this sweet lubricant go to waste, can we?”
Mirage’s faceplates warmed in embarrassment and no small amount of arousal. A strangled noise escaped his vocalizer as Hound’s glossa probed deeper, fingers spreading him wider apart. Hound pulled back and let a warm gust of air brush over the bared opening and over an exposed sensory node just inside of the rim.
“Don’t hold back on my account, Sweetspark. I love the sounds you make. You’ve got such a wonderful voice. It’s rich, like fine high grade to the audios.” He brushed his nasal ridge over the valve, taking a deep whiff of the heady smell of lubricant. He swirled his glossa around, curling it and pulling back to swallow some gathered lubricant.
Mirage dug his fingers into the berth, soft pants escaping him. His optics had darkened and small twitches ran across his frame. He knew interface could be good, but he’d never received this sort of selfless attention.
Hound hummed at the taste of Mirage’s fluids on his glossa. He rubbed his fingers back and forth over the valve walls, feeling them flex. He circled his glossa over the rim, catching a stray bead of lubricant seeping out. He pressed his glossa back in, finding an interior sensor node and licking it.
Mirage shuddered above him, a soft, stifled moan escaping him. He’d offlined his optics to better take in the pleasure Hound was giving him. He gasped as Hound’s glossa started flicking back and forth over a sensor node. He clenched his jaw trying to resist bucking his hips.
“No need to be so tense,” Hound murmured as he pulled his face away. He pressed one of his fingers in deeper, curling it inside and twisting it a little.
“Sorry… I can’t help it.” Mirage’s intakes hitched as Hound lowered his mouth over his sheathed cord, glossa teasing over the tip just poking from it’s housing. He let it extend into the constrictive warmth, suddenly glad he’d followed Hound’s encouragement to have Ratchet fix his cord. “Primus… so perfect.” They were the best words Mirage could think of to describe what it felt like having Hound’s fingers thrusting inside him as his lips wrapped around his long disused cord.
Hound rumbled low in his engine, the vibrations shooting through Mirage’s lower regions. Mirage’s hips bucked up as he let out a shaky cry. Hound pressed his free hand down on Mirage’s abdominal plating to keep him still, taking down Mirage’s cord until he reached the base. He pressed in his thumb alongside his two fingers in Mirage’s valve, spreading and twisting them.
Mirage bit his lip, hands fisted into the foam cover under them as his body started trembling with the overcharge of energy coursing through it. He drew in a sharp breath as Hound clenched his throat tubing around his cord, glossa sliding along the underside.
The fingers inside his valve pressed down on a sensor node, rubbing over it again and again. Thumb and forefinger gave it a small pinch just as Hound started humming. Mirage arched up, gasping as his optics flared. Energy rushed through him as his pleasure peaked. His sensors shorted out for several seconds as he lost himself to those moments of bliss.
Hound moaned at the taste of transfluid spilling on his glossa and down his throat, his fingers stilled as the walls of Mirage’s valve clamped down on them. His own cord swelled within it’s confines as he imagined it being inside that warmth.
When Mirage finally relaxed and started to cool down, Hound pulled away to lay down beside him, stroking his chest plates. “How’re you feeling?”
Mirage softly cycled his vents, all tension had fled from his body, leaving him limp and sated. “Good… I feel good.”
Hound chuckled. He tweaked one of the slats on Mirage’s helm, earning him an indignant sound of protest. He wrapped an arm around Mirage and pulled him close, kissing him on the corner of his mouth. “You’re cute like this. I’ll have to keep you happy and relaxed all the time.”
Mirage smiled, curling his arm around Hound’s neck. “An appealing prospect. I hope those plans don’t exclude me from pleasing you.”
Hound nuzzled his nasal ridge against Mirage’s cheek and ran his hand along the blue cockpit of Mirage’s vehicle mode. “Mm, ‘course not. That’s what I was planning to bring up, actually.” He pulled a pair of magnetic cuffs from his sub-space, dangling them above Mirage’s head.
Mirage tensed in his arms as trepidation curled around his spark. It was too soon, he couldn’t give up his control, he couldn’t be so powerless again.
Hound set the cuffs aside, pressing a kiss to Mirage’s lips and stroking his hand down the blue and white back. “Hey now, no need to get so tense. These aren’t for you.”
Mirage eased a little, looking up at Hound curiously. “Then they’re for you? Why?”
Hound gave him an indulgent smile. “Because it revs my engine to be restrained and give up my power to someone else. I want you to see that some power play between lovers can be good.”
Although Mirage had relaxed, Hound could see the lingering doubt in his optics. “We don’t have to use them if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Oh, no, no. We can try it. I’ve just never… taken charge in the berth before, so to speak.”
Hound’s smile was warm as he stroked Mirage’s cheek with the back of his hand and placed a tender kiss on the spy’s lips that left both of them aching for more contact. “That’s fine. I’ll help you if you need it.”
Mirage nodded, taking the cuffs and the key card for them when Hound handed them over. He watched Hound scoot back along the berth, laying his arms above his head. He climbed over Hound, straddling his hips and snapped the cuffs into place as he pressed Hound's wrists back against the wall.
Hound smiled and ground his hips up against Mirage. Mirage froze above him as Hound's panel rubbed over his valve. He looked down, meeting the heated gaze of his lover. His spark gave a jolt, warmth surging through him. He laid himself out over Hound's body, kissing him. Pulling back, he smiled back at Hound.
"I am so grateful you happened to me."
Hound could read the meaning behind Mirage's words, feeling a swell of pride and love for Mirage. He'd come so far from the mech who'd avoided everyone he could. "You don't know how much that means to me, 'Raj. Why don't you... try exploring me a little? Do whatever you want. I want you comfortable with 'facing me."
Mirage chuckled, tracing a finger down a seam in Hound's side. "Are you sure you should give me so much freedom? Who knows what I could get up to?"
"I want to see what you get up to," Hound replied, smirking.
Mirage shimmied down Hound's body until his face was level with Hound's grill. He ran his glossa down one of the bars, tasting the cool metal. "If I ever find a bug on this thing, I am never sleeping with you again, understood?"
Hound's frame shook with his laughter. "Don't worry, I usually keep that pretty clean."
Mirage stroked a finger over one of Hound's headlights, smiling as Hound arched up as he circled the rim. Growing more daring, he licked it, getting a sharp intake from Hound. He moved further down, sliding his hands over Hound's bumper and toying with his winch.
"You evil tease," Hound groaned, grinding his hips up against Mirage's middle.
"I warned you," Mirage said with an airy laugh. Slender fingers delved below Hound's bumper, finding a transformation seam to his undercarriage. Mirage traced along it with soft touches, almost jumping at the rev he got from Hound's engine. He nuzzled along the bumper, his other hand stroking Hound's side. He could feel the temperature of Hound's body rising and his energy field flaring and mingling with his own, bombarding Mirage with feelings of desire, all for him. This wasn't a crude, violent lust that Mirage had been painfully familiar with; it was a long held affection, it was love and passion.
Mirage continued working his way down, kissing along Hound's abdominal plating, stopping at his interface panel. He averted his optics from it, feeling his internals clench like they were in a vice.
His hesitation hadn't gone unnoticed by Hound. "It's alright, 'Raj."
"I should be able to return the favor to you. You liked sucking my cord." Mirage's shoulders tensed. He wanted to do the same for Hound, but the very idea of licking any cord made him feel a little sick.
"I did, that's why I did it. If you don't like doing something, you shouldn't do it, just as I won't do something I don't like."
"Such as?" Mirage asked, rubbing the back of Hound's thigh absently.
"Oh, well... I don't really like... blindfolds," Hound mumbled, sounding embarrassed.
"You'll let me cuff you, but putting a blindfold on you is just going to far?" Mirage was quite surprised, he knew Hound would have his own limits, but he hadn't expected it to be blindfolds, especially when he had no problem with restraints and giving up power.
Hound shrugged to the best of his ability with his arms over his head. "I don't like not seeing you, well, the 'bot I'm with. I feel kinda helpless, and not in the good way like with cuffs, but like I'm trapped with no way out."
Mirage smiled, touched that Hound would share such personal information with him. "I understand." He climbed back up Hound's body so that he was straddling Hound's hips. He leaned down, draping his body across Hound's, settling his hands on Hound's bumper and sliding them along it. Hound moaned under him, rolling his hips up and grinding his panel cover against Mirage's bared valve. Mirage squirmed, but gave no indication of discomfort or hesitance. No, instead he smiled, leaning down and brushing his lips over Hound's. "If you want me Hound, you're going to have to say something."
"I do, Primus, I want you more than anything." Hound's panel clicked open. "You're everything I could want, my best friend, the perfect partner, please let me have you."
Mirage circled his finger around a headlight. "Well, since you asked so nicely." His fingers moved down to Hound's cord, rubbing over the tip, then wrapping around it and stroking down to the base. Prefluids leaked from the tip and Mirage spread them around the length.
Hound whined and rolled his hips into Mirage's hand. "I'm never letting you cuff me again you terrible tease."
"Yes you will, you're enjoying this and will give me whatever I desire because you love me."
Hound groaned. "Do you have to be so smug about it?"
Mirage rubbed over the slit of Hound's cord, wringing a gasp from him. "Yes, yes I do," he said, grinning.
He positioned his valve over Hound's cord, one hand holding it upright while the other braced against Hound's bumper. He vented deeply and slowly pressed down. Hound's head lolled back and he moaned as his cord was slowly encased in the wet, snug warmth of Mirage's valve.
A soft sound of relief escaped Mirage's lips, and all the remaining tension in his body ebbed out. It felt better than he'd ever expected, much better than his fingers or the foggy memory he had of his first time with Hound. Even in control, he'd expected some discomfort, such feelings being his constant companions during interface. His valve however, adjusted to Hound with ease. Under him, Hound kept perfectly still, waiting for Mirage's readiness.
Mirage shifted on his perch, optics flickering at the feel of Hound's cord moving within him. With both hands now gripping Hound's bumper, Mirage raised then lowered himself. The pace was almost painfully slow, but Hound made no sounds of complaint. Mirage needed to find his own pace, and Hound was happy to let him, even if his cord disagreed. After a couple of minutes, the languid pace started picking up. Mirage steadily slid his hips against Hound's with small sighs of pleasure. Hound stared up at his lover, completely spellbound with Mirage's pleasure.
Mirage had his optics shuttered, lips parted and his head thrown back to bear his slender neck. Hound wanted to sit up, or pull Mirage down, and wrap his arms around the spy. He wanted to lick and nibble along Mirage's neck and taste his plating while Mirage squirmed and writhed. Mirage would release him if he asked, but he wasn't going to. Primus willing, they'd have a long future together for Hound to bring all manners of pleasure to Mirage and cherish every moan and gasp he could pull from him, but this moment was solely for Mirage.
Still, that didn’t mean Hound had to be passive in their lovemaking. He bucked up as Mirage pushed down, making Mirage bounce in his lap. Mirage’s fingers curled against Hound’s bumper as a shiver passed down his backstrut. “Hound,” he whimpered, voice faint and breathless.
“Yeah, Raj? Whaddya need love?” Hound murmured, optics dark as he watched Mirage slowly coming undone.
“You, I want- need you close.” Mirage rocked back and forth, arms shaking as Hound’s cord rubbed over his internal sensors.
“Then lay down on me. The angle will be shallower, but we’ll be able to feel each other.”
Mirage nodded, shifting so that he lay flush against Hound. He smiled and curled his arms under Hound’s neck and helm. Hound tilted his face up and captured the sweet, full lips in a kiss. Mirage curled tighter against him, like an animal seeking warmth against it’s packmate. Hound pressed his hips up, never separating from the kiss. Mirage groaned into his mouth, and moved his hips with Hound’s. They quickly found a rhythm, steadily building up their pleasure together as heat curled up and around their insides.
Mirage’s hands slid over Hound’s neck and shoulders, feeling the tension coiled under the plating as Hound’s energy signature flared against his. Their glossas slid over each other, teasing and tasting.
Mirage’s movements became more erratic and his hips twitched against Hound’s as he felt his pleasure finally draw to a peak. Hound felt it too and knew he wouldn’t be far behind. He kept his own pace steadier, drawing out those moments of sweet agony right before climax. His legs curled around the back of Mirage’s knees, slowing him, and Mirage whimpered at the contact. He fumbled around for the key card and reached up, undoing the cuffs and pulled his mouth only inches from Hound’s. “Hold me.”
Hound nodded, arms wrapping around Mirage and kissing him again. With a few precise thrusts Mirage stiffened against him and made a soft sound muffled by their kiss as he overloaded. His valve tightened around Hound’s cord, trapping and squeezing it. Hound moaned, his body going so tense he trembled and held Mirage almost uncomfortably tight. Warmth flooded Mirage’s valve, spilling out and down their thighs.
Hound’s helm thumped back against the berth, body going limp as Mirage slumped atop him. They kept their arms wrapped around each other basking in the afterglow of their overloads.
“Comfy?” Hound teased.
Mirage smiled nodding against Hound’s chest. “More so than I’ve ever been before. I’m not sure I ever want to move again.”
Hound laughed lightly, stroking a hand up and down Mirage’s back. “I’d like that. You can stay right here as long as you want.” Mirage joined Hound’s laughter, not sure it was even funny, but happy to be given such an offer.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage, Jazz, Bumblebee
Summary: After his trials in learning to accept and trust Hound's love for him, Mirage finally realizes he's ready to take the leap into sexual intimacy.
Warnings: Sticky sex, bondage, referenced past rape and sexual trauma
Author's Notes: This is the conclusion to a longer running story I filled on the kink meme here.
Basic storyline: Mirage lied about being a noble from the Towers to conceal the truth, he's actually was a slave of a noble of the Towers. When his master died, he was freed from his slave programing. For countless years he's kept everyone at arm's length to protect himself. However after one night letting down his carefully maintained defenses, he wakes up next to Hound after both had gotten drunk the night before and slept together. To make matters worse, Mirage retalizes, to his horror, that the slave programing has been re-initiated and Hound has become his new master.
There is a scene of rape in the beginning, along with many references to past acts of rape as well as past emotional and psychological abuse.
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Despite his better judgment, Mirage had managed to find himself back where he’d been many long months ago. Attending another party being thrown at the Ark. This time he knew better and avoided the home brewed high grade. Instead he just enjoyed the company of friends, even if they were slightly overcharged.
“So… how’re you an’ Hound?” Jazz asked, leaning in to bump shoulders with Mirage.
Mirage smiled at his lover’s name. “We’re doing well. He’s been good to me.”
“Details, m’mech,” Jazz said eagerly.
“Like?” Mirage said, smiling as he deliberately acted obtuse.
“Oh come off it,” Bumblebee scoffed. “You know what we’re interested in.”
Mirage smiled. “He’s been very… patient, in that regard. Although we both want to be intimate, I can’t help having my reservations. We’ve worked through a lot and he’s supported me the entire way. I would like to offer him more, he’s given me so much in return, I don’t know if I can make it up to him.”
Jazz frowned, picking up Mirage’s subtext. “You don’t owe Hound your body. No mech’s worth the plating they’re built out of if they think otherwise.”
Mirage nodded almost absently, chuckling lightly. “Hound said the same thing,” Mirage missed how Bumblebee and Jazz relaxed from across him. “He’s been very careful with me, sometimes too careful, I think. But… I like how he lets me make all of the first moves.”
Jazz and Bumblebee both smiled. “Sounds likes it’s going well then,” Bumblebee said.
Mirage nodded. “It is. I… I didn’t think it would, honestly. I didn’t think Hound would stay with me, after finding out everything he does about me. He surprised me, and still does sometimes. I like how he makes me feel, safe, wanted, even needed.” Mirage paused, mulling over everything he’d just said. He smiled and rose from his seat. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, there’s something I need to do.”
Mirage missed the identical grins Jazz and Bumblebee exchanged as he walked off and headed for the table Hound was seated at with Trailbreaker, Cliffjumper, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. With a boldness that had grown in his time with Hound, Mirage walked up behind the scout, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He ignored the grins of the table’s other occupants.
“Don’t overindulge yourself, there’s something I’d like to talk with you about. I’ll meet you at your quarters after the party, alright?” Hound didn’t enjoy the almost sterile nature of Mirage’s quarters, so Mirage figured they’d both be more at ease in Hound’s room.
“Sure thing,” Hound said.
Mirage smiled, tracing his finger tips down Hound’s neck before walking back over to Jazz and Bumblebee.
After the party started to finally wane, Hound and Mirage left together for Hound’s room. Hound didn’t know what Mirage needed to talk about, but the way Mirage was acting did put him at ease. The spy was brimming with an eager and positive energy.
“What did you want to talk about?” Hound asked, broaching the subject first.
Mirage smiled almost shyly up at Hound, head tilting in that coy way that made the scout want to hold him close and kiss his helm vents. Hound restrained himself to allow Mirage the room to talk. “I was talking with Jazz and Bumblebee earlier, about us actually. While we were talking, I realized just how close we’ve come to be, and I think I’m ready for more.”
Hound’s optics widened as comprehension dawned on him. He grinned, wrapping his arms around Mirage and holding him close. “That’s great- I mean, if you want-” Hound took an intake to calm himself and not stick his pede in his mouth. “Thank you, you don’t know how happy it makes me that you want to share something so special with me.” He kissed the top of Mirage’s helm and cupped his cheek as he pulled back. “I’ve… had a few ideas to help you get into interfacing, if you’d like to try them out.”
“Oh? What are they?”
Hound led Mirage towards his berth and sat with him. “Well, the first thing I wanted to try was talking out our personal fantasies with each other.”
Mirage’s optics flickered in bemusement. He hadn’t expected that sort of suggestion, but was willing to try it out. “Alright, how do we start?”
Hound beamed at Mirage’s acceptance. “First, we get comfortable.” He scooted back to the head of the berth, sitting with his back against the wall. He pulled Mirage with him, settling the slimmer mech between his spread legs, chest-to-back and curling his arms around Mirage’s waist. “Is this alright?”
“Yes,” Mirage said, nodding. “It’s fine. You’re enjoying having me like this, aren’t you?”
Hound chuckled and nuzzled the back of Mirage’s helm. “Won’t deny that. I love having you close with our bodies pressed together like this. The first time I fantasized about you, I imagined us like this.” Hound rubbed small circles over Mirage’s abdominal plating as he remembered his first fantasy of the mech. “Do you remember that night we spent in the High Tailfins Club?”
“Yes… Oh Primus, was that when you started liking me?” Mirage asked, horrified. He remembered that night. He and Hound had gone undercover to a seedy club that had been a popular drinking spot with several Decepticon officers. Mirage had posed as an escort, and Hound his client. Mirage had been painfully tempted to throttle Jazz for making up that cover story.
“Nah, I was into you way before that. But when you had to sit on my lap pressed against me and we pretended to kiss… it made my imagination go wild. I had to work really hard to keep myself calm enough to complete the mission. When we got back I locked myself up and imagined the night going differently. You’d start shifting in my lap, rubbing your aft on my thighs and I’d wrap both hands back around it. I’d cup it and lift you up to kiss you better. Then you’d squirm harder against me and make this sexy little sound of need against my lips.”
Mirage bit his lip as he pictured the scene in his mind. Hound and he in a secluded part of that old club, mechs milling around them as they kept themselves sheltered behind a privacy curtain. He imagined himself perched on Hound’s thighs with the scout’s broad hands cupped on his aft, keeping him in place for his lover’s attentions.
Hound traced his fingers over one of Mirage’s spoilers as he continued. “I’d start rubbing circles on your aft and kneading it. Your hands would tighten on my shoulders and dig into the plating.”
Mirage was startled with himself when his fans kicked on. He hadn’t realized how warm he’d been getting as he listened to Hound.
Hound smiled, sliding his hand down from Mirage’s waist towards his thigh while sliding his fingers back and forth over Mirage’s spoiler. “Your legs would shift apart so that you were straddling my thighs. I’d reach back from your aft towards your interface cover. I’d prod at it and you’d open it. The smell would hit me first. You’d smell intoxicating and the best thing to come across my olfactory sensors. I’d cup a hand over your valve and it would be so warm and wet. You’d whimper for me, I’d feel it through our kiss and it’d make me feel even hotter.”
And Mirage did whimper. He rested his helm against Hound’s shoulder and let him kiss along his neck. “Primus, Hound…” he moaned breathlessly.
“I’d circle a finger around your entrance while I teased your cord out with the other. I’d wrap my hand around it, slide it up and down slooowly.” Hound put words to action, sliding his hand over the spoiler, making Mirage shiver in his arms. The fingers of his other hand pressed into the gap between Mirage’s hip and thigh.
“I’d press a finger into your valve, and your intakes would hitch before you’d press down on me for more.” Hound chuckled against his audio. “Though we’d be keeping at my pace. I’d curl my finger and tease inside you, feel you get wetter for me and your fluids drip down my hand.”
Hound’s fingertips played with the connector cables in Mirage’s thigh, making Mirage’s leg jerk as pleasure started to burn in his systems. He took a deep intake, hands tightening over Hound’s arms.
“I’d add my second finger, start thrusting them inside you. I’d move my hand faster on your cord and tighten my grip. I’d really be working you and you’d be writhing on my lap. You’d be trying so hard to keep quiet and I’d… heh, I’d be helping you with that by keeping our lips locked, exploring your mouth with my glossa. I’d never get enough of you, it’d be like tasting the best energon brew ever.”
Mirage was trembling in Hound’s arms. He’d never thought he could want someone as badly as he did now. He could feel lubricant building behind his interface panel, and was almost afraid it might start to seep out between the seams.
“Then… I’d add a third finger. You’d cry out, or try, but it’d be muffled by our kiss. Your valve would clench around me and I’d barely be able to move my fingers. You’d just be so hot and charged up, I’d know it wouldn’t take much more. I’d stroke your cord, teasing the tip a little then pressing just right on the slit to make you buck up. I’d keep pumping my fingers, twisting and spreading them. Finally I’d find an internal sensor node and press down on it, flick over it until you screamed and overloaded.” Hound shivered at the very thought.
“My hands would be soaked with your fluids. I’d lick them off as you were cooling down and you’d watch with flickering optics as your systems rebooted.” A chuckle. “It’d be time for us to head back by then so we’d clean up best we could and sneak out with no one the wiser.”
“Not even after hearing me scream in ecstasy?” Mirage asked, systems fighting to cool him off, his internal fans hummed audibly as minute tremors passed through his body.
“Nope,” Hound said smugly. “It’s my fantasy and no one but me gets to see you like that. So… ever have any naughty thoughts about me?”
Mirage flushed and ducked his head. “Ah… maybe.”
Hound grinned, curling his arms tight around Mirage. “Oh? Care to share?”
“It’s not nearly as elaborate as yours,” Mirage murmured, still keeping his head down.
“Doesn’t matter,” Hound said, rubbing soothing circles over Mirages abdominal plating. “I’d love to hear it.”
“It… started off as a dream, and I’ve had it a few times since. We’re in the berth, kissing, touching each other. Things gradually heat up between us and everywhere you touch me seems to… to ignite this limitless passion inside me. I want everything you can give me. You roll me onto my back and rest on your elbows above me.”
“I like where this is going,” Hound cooed, hands slowly rubbing over Mirage’s body.
“You kiss me and tell me how beautiful I am. You pet my cheek while staring into my optics with this tender smile, like I’m the most stunning thing you’ve ever seen. I open my panel for you. You continue kissing me as you reach down between us and press your fingers inside me.” Mirage shuttered his optics as Hound’s fingers traced over his interface cover.
“You crook them just right and find a sensor node, and when I cried out you would exploit that sensor again, rubbing over it until I was incoherent and begging. I’d be so charged up I wouldn’t really notice you shifting over me and pressing your cord to my valve. You slip your fingers out and I’d only have a moment to protest before you’d thrust in.”
“Primus, ‘Raj… that sounds so hot,” Hound murmured while rubbing a hand over Mirage’s nosecone.
“You’d start slow as you moved inside me, drawing out, pushing back in. It would drive both of us nearly insane with need. I’d hold onto you tight and bury my face in your shoulder. You’d wrap an arm around me and keep me close, telling me how you loved the sounds I made and how good I felt. You’d increase your tempo, not too fast, but, but it’d be enough. It would be this easy, steady pace that would leave me keening for release. You’d keep holding me, and kiss along my helm.” Mirage paused, letting in a soft intake as he felt denta nibbling along his neck.
“H-Hound…” he whispered shakily.
“Keep going, I want to hear the end.”
“You would… you would use your other hand to rub my side, and find my sensitive spots. You’d kiss me, and although it would start out sweet and tender, it would deepen. Our glossas would tangle together, and you would quicken your hips. I would wrap my legs around you, trying to get your cord deeper inside me. We’d be getting close, and you would pull back t-to watch me overload. You’d think it such a beautiful sight and would tell me as much.” Mirage paused, gasping as Hound’s wandering fingers pressed into a transformation seam in his hip, playing with the connector cables hidden inside the gap. Hound’s other hand stroked the underside of his spoiler as soft kisses and nips were placed along his neck.
With some effort, Mirage continued. “I-I would overload, and you’d follow right after, moaning above me and holding me tight. It… I imagined it being an amazing experience.”
Hound smiled, pressing his face into the back of Mirage’s neck. “Well now, I’m definitely gonna make sure of that.” Hound patted Mirage’s interface cover lightly. “Bet you’re good and wet here, huh? You must taste so good.”
“T-taste?” Mirage almost squeaked. “Why would you want to?” Memories surfaced unbidden of being ordered down Fable’s cord, having hips thrust against his mouth, choking as transfluid spilled down his throat tubing.
“Because I know you’ll taste as good as you look, I want to please you and have you writhing on this berth in ecstasy from nothing more than my fingers and mouth. Will you let me?”
“Yes,” Mirage said after a moment’s thought. Hound’s eagerness was shocking. He’d never enjoyed having to service Fable in such a way, and Hound would get no physical pleasure from doing so. “You really want to, just because I’ll enjoy it? Even if you get nothing from it?”
Hound laughed. “Oh, I’ll get something from it, trust me. You might understand, but going down on my partner gets me almost as charged up as ‘facing does. Now, mind lying on your back for me?”
Mirage drew away from Hound, twisting around and laying down. “You are a strange mech, Hound.”
“And you love me for it,” Hound retorted, snickering. He got down on his front so that he was laying between Mirage’s legs. He guided the slender white thighs to rest on his shoulders and stroked his fingers slowly over the warm panel covering Mirage’s interface components. He smiled at the slight shiver of Mirage’s thighs on either side of his head.
Ever so carefully he pressed his fingertips against the panel seam, urging it open. He smiled at the soft click the cover made, helping it retract and revealing his prize. He brushed two fingers over Mirage’s valve opening, silently thrilled at how the wet, rubbery slit flexed at the contact.
Mirage propped himself up on his elbows, watching Hound almost anxiously. Hound noticed the look and kissed Mirage’s inner thigh. “If you get uncomfortable, tell me and we can stop. ‘Facing’s only good for me when my partner likes it too.”
“It’s alright, I’m just a little nervous is all.”
Hound nodded, smiling up at Mirage. “I know, and I don’t blame you. Trust me, though. I’ll make sure tonight’s good for you.”
Mirage returned the smile with one of his own. “I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t trust you.”
Hound grinned brightly at Mirage before ducking his head back between his lover’s legs. He gave Mirage’s valve entrance a lick and almost shivered at the taste of lubricant on his glossa. “You taste pretty sweet, ‘Raj,” he teased. Before Mirage could retort he licked again, then pressed the tip of his gloss in, wriggling it a little.
A startled sputter escaped his intakes as Mirage’s elbows slipped under him and he fell back flat on the berth. The small warm appendage wiggling around inside him was good, teasing the rim of his valve and steadily increasing the pleasurable sensory input of his frame.
“What, never had a glossa on your valve before?” Hound kept his fingers teasing and circling the entrance as he turned his gaze on Mirage’s face.
“No,” Mirage said breathily, doing his best to maintain his composure. Somehow he doubted it would last.
Hound clicked his glossa in disapproval, slipping a finger tip inside Mirage. “Now that’s just a damn shame. I suppose I’ll have to rectify that. Can’t let all this sweet lubricant go to waste, can we?”
Mirage’s faceplates warmed in embarrassment and no small amount of arousal. A strangled noise escaped his vocalizer as Hound’s glossa probed deeper, fingers spreading him wider apart. Hound pulled back and let a warm gust of air brush over the bared opening and over an exposed sensory node just inside of the rim.
“Don’t hold back on my account, Sweetspark. I love the sounds you make. You’ve got such a wonderful voice. It’s rich, like fine high grade to the audios.” He brushed his nasal ridge over the valve, taking a deep whiff of the heady smell of lubricant. He swirled his glossa around, curling it and pulling back to swallow some gathered lubricant.
Mirage dug his fingers into the berth, soft pants escaping him. His optics had darkened and small twitches ran across his frame. He knew interface could be good, but he’d never received this sort of selfless attention.
Hound hummed at the taste of Mirage’s fluids on his glossa. He rubbed his fingers back and forth over the valve walls, feeling them flex. He circled his glossa over the rim, catching a stray bead of lubricant seeping out. He pressed his glossa back in, finding an interior sensor node and licking it.
Mirage shuddered above him, a soft, stifled moan escaping him. He’d offlined his optics to better take in the pleasure Hound was giving him. He gasped as Hound’s glossa started flicking back and forth over a sensor node. He clenched his jaw trying to resist bucking his hips.
“No need to be so tense,” Hound murmured as he pulled his face away. He pressed one of his fingers in deeper, curling it inside and twisting it a little.
“Sorry… I can’t help it.” Mirage’s intakes hitched as Hound lowered his mouth over his sheathed cord, glossa teasing over the tip just poking from it’s housing. He let it extend into the constrictive warmth, suddenly glad he’d followed Hound’s encouragement to have Ratchet fix his cord. “Primus… so perfect.” They were the best words Mirage could think of to describe what it felt like having Hound’s fingers thrusting inside him as his lips wrapped around his long disused cord.
Hound rumbled low in his engine, the vibrations shooting through Mirage’s lower regions. Mirage’s hips bucked up as he let out a shaky cry. Hound pressed his free hand down on Mirage’s abdominal plating to keep him still, taking down Mirage’s cord until he reached the base. He pressed in his thumb alongside his two fingers in Mirage’s valve, spreading and twisting them.
Mirage bit his lip, hands fisted into the foam cover under them as his body started trembling with the overcharge of energy coursing through it. He drew in a sharp breath as Hound clenched his throat tubing around his cord, glossa sliding along the underside.
The fingers inside his valve pressed down on a sensor node, rubbing over it again and again. Thumb and forefinger gave it a small pinch just as Hound started humming. Mirage arched up, gasping as his optics flared. Energy rushed through him as his pleasure peaked. His sensors shorted out for several seconds as he lost himself to those moments of bliss.
Hound moaned at the taste of transfluid spilling on his glossa and down his throat, his fingers stilled as the walls of Mirage’s valve clamped down on them. His own cord swelled within it’s confines as he imagined it being inside that warmth.
When Mirage finally relaxed and started to cool down, Hound pulled away to lay down beside him, stroking his chest plates. “How’re you feeling?”
Mirage softly cycled his vents, all tension had fled from his body, leaving him limp and sated. “Good… I feel good.”
Hound chuckled. He tweaked one of the slats on Mirage’s helm, earning him an indignant sound of protest. He wrapped an arm around Mirage and pulled him close, kissing him on the corner of his mouth. “You’re cute like this. I’ll have to keep you happy and relaxed all the time.”
Mirage smiled, curling his arm around Hound’s neck. “An appealing prospect. I hope those plans don’t exclude me from pleasing you.”
Hound nuzzled his nasal ridge against Mirage’s cheek and ran his hand along the blue cockpit of Mirage’s vehicle mode. “Mm, ‘course not. That’s what I was planning to bring up, actually.” He pulled a pair of magnetic cuffs from his sub-space, dangling them above Mirage’s head.
Mirage tensed in his arms as trepidation curled around his spark. It was too soon, he couldn’t give up his control, he couldn’t be so powerless again.
Hound set the cuffs aside, pressing a kiss to Mirage’s lips and stroking his hand down the blue and white back. “Hey now, no need to get so tense. These aren’t for you.”
Mirage eased a little, looking up at Hound curiously. “Then they’re for you? Why?”
Hound gave him an indulgent smile. “Because it revs my engine to be restrained and give up my power to someone else. I want you to see that some power play between lovers can be good.”
Although Mirage had relaxed, Hound could see the lingering doubt in his optics. “We don’t have to use them if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Oh, no, no. We can try it. I’ve just never… taken charge in the berth before, so to speak.”
Hound’s smile was warm as he stroked Mirage’s cheek with the back of his hand and placed a tender kiss on the spy’s lips that left both of them aching for more contact. “That’s fine. I’ll help you if you need it.”
Mirage nodded, taking the cuffs and the key card for them when Hound handed them over. He watched Hound scoot back along the berth, laying his arms above his head. He climbed over Hound, straddling his hips and snapped the cuffs into place as he pressed Hound's wrists back against the wall.
Hound smiled and ground his hips up against Mirage. Mirage froze above him as Hound's panel rubbed over his valve. He looked down, meeting the heated gaze of his lover. His spark gave a jolt, warmth surging through him. He laid himself out over Hound's body, kissing him. Pulling back, he smiled back at Hound.
"I am so grateful you happened to me."
Hound could read the meaning behind Mirage's words, feeling a swell of pride and love for Mirage. He'd come so far from the mech who'd avoided everyone he could. "You don't know how much that means to me, 'Raj. Why don't you... try exploring me a little? Do whatever you want. I want you comfortable with 'facing me."
Mirage chuckled, tracing a finger down a seam in Hound's side. "Are you sure you should give me so much freedom? Who knows what I could get up to?"
"I want to see what you get up to," Hound replied, smirking.
Mirage shimmied down Hound's body until his face was level with Hound's grill. He ran his glossa down one of the bars, tasting the cool metal. "If I ever find a bug on this thing, I am never sleeping with you again, understood?"
Hound's frame shook with his laughter. "Don't worry, I usually keep that pretty clean."
Mirage stroked a finger over one of Hound's headlights, smiling as Hound arched up as he circled the rim. Growing more daring, he licked it, getting a sharp intake from Hound. He moved further down, sliding his hands over Hound's bumper and toying with his winch.
"You evil tease," Hound groaned, grinding his hips up against Mirage's middle.
"I warned you," Mirage said with an airy laugh. Slender fingers delved below Hound's bumper, finding a transformation seam to his undercarriage. Mirage traced along it with soft touches, almost jumping at the rev he got from Hound's engine. He nuzzled along the bumper, his other hand stroking Hound's side. He could feel the temperature of Hound's body rising and his energy field flaring and mingling with his own, bombarding Mirage with feelings of desire, all for him. This wasn't a crude, violent lust that Mirage had been painfully familiar with; it was a long held affection, it was love and passion.
Mirage continued working his way down, kissing along Hound's abdominal plating, stopping at his interface panel. He averted his optics from it, feeling his internals clench like they were in a vice.
His hesitation hadn't gone unnoticed by Hound. "It's alright, 'Raj."
"I should be able to return the favor to you. You liked sucking my cord." Mirage's shoulders tensed. He wanted to do the same for Hound, but the very idea of licking any cord made him feel a little sick.
"I did, that's why I did it. If you don't like doing something, you shouldn't do it, just as I won't do something I don't like."
"Such as?" Mirage asked, rubbing the back of Hound's thigh absently.
"Oh, well... I don't really like... blindfolds," Hound mumbled, sounding embarrassed.
"You'll let me cuff you, but putting a blindfold on you is just going to far?" Mirage was quite surprised, he knew Hound would have his own limits, but he hadn't expected it to be blindfolds, especially when he had no problem with restraints and giving up power.
Hound shrugged to the best of his ability with his arms over his head. "I don't like not seeing you, well, the 'bot I'm with. I feel kinda helpless, and not in the good way like with cuffs, but like I'm trapped with no way out."
Mirage smiled, touched that Hound would share such personal information with him. "I understand." He climbed back up Hound's body so that he was straddling Hound's hips. He leaned down, draping his body across Hound's, settling his hands on Hound's bumper and sliding them along it. Hound moaned under him, rolling his hips up and grinding his panel cover against Mirage's bared valve. Mirage squirmed, but gave no indication of discomfort or hesitance. No, instead he smiled, leaning down and brushing his lips over Hound's. "If you want me Hound, you're going to have to say something."
"I do, Primus, I want you more than anything." Hound's panel clicked open. "You're everything I could want, my best friend, the perfect partner, please let me have you."
Mirage circled his finger around a headlight. "Well, since you asked so nicely." His fingers moved down to Hound's cord, rubbing over the tip, then wrapping around it and stroking down to the base. Prefluids leaked from the tip and Mirage spread them around the length.
Hound whined and rolled his hips into Mirage's hand. "I'm never letting you cuff me again you terrible tease."
"Yes you will, you're enjoying this and will give me whatever I desire because you love me."
Hound groaned. "Do you have to be so smug about it?"
Mirage rubbed over the slit of Hound's cord, wringing a gasp from him. "Yes, yes I do," he said, grinning.
He positioned his valve over Hound's cord, one hand holding it upright while the other braced against Hound's bumper. He vented deeply and slowly pressed down. Hound's head lolled back and he moaned as his cord was slowly encased in the wet, snug warmth of Mirage's valve.
A soft sound of relief escaped Mirage's lips, and all the remaining tension in his body ebbed out. It felt better than he'd ever expected, much better than his fingers or the foggy memory he had of his first time with Hound. Even in control, he'd expected some discomfort, such feelings being his constant companions during interface. His valve however, adjusted to Hound with ease. Under him, Hound kept perfectly still, waiting for Mirage's readiness.
Mirage shifted on his perch, optics flickering at the feel of Hound's cord moving within him. With both hands now gripping Hound's bumper, Mirage raised then lowered himself. The pace was almost painfully slow, but Hound made no sounds of complaint. Mirage needed to find his own pace, and Hound was happy to let him, even if his cord disagreed. After a couple of minutes, the languid pace started picking up. Mirage steadily slid his hips against Hound's with small sighs of pleasure. Hound stared up at his lover, completely spellbound with Mirage's pleasure.
Mirage had his optics shuttered, lips parted and his head thrown back to bear his slender neck. Hound wanted to sit up, or pull Mirage down, and wrap his arms around the spy. He wanted to lick and nibble along Mirage's neck and taste his plating while Mirage squirmed and writhed. Mirage would release him if he asked, but he wasn't going to. Primus willing, they'd have a long future together for Hound to bring all manners of pleasure to Mirage and cherish every moan and gasp he could pull from him, but this moment was solely for Mirage.
Still, that didn’t mean Hound had to be passive in their lovemaking. He bucked up as Mirage pushed down, making Mirage bounce in his lap. Mirage’s fingers curled against Hound’s bumper as a shiver passed down his backstrut. “Hound,” he whimpered, voice faint and breathless.
“Yeah, Raj? Whaddya need love?” Hound murmured, optics dark as he watched Mirage slowly coming undone.
“You, I want- need you close.” Mirage rocked back and forth, arms shaking as Hound’s cord rubbed over his internal sensors.
“Then lay down on me. The angle will be shallower, but we’ll be able to feel each other.”
Mirage nodded, shifting so that he lay flush against Hound. He smiled and curled his arms under Hound’s neck and helm. Hound tilted his face up and captured the sweet, full lips in a kiss. Mirage curled tighter against him, like an animal seeking warmth against it’s packmate. Hound pressed his hips up, never separating from the kiss. Mirage groaned into his mouth, and moved his hips with Hound’s. They quickly found a rhythm, steadily building up their pleasure together as heat curled up and around their insides.
Mirage’s hands slid over Hound’s neck and shoulders, feeling the tension coiled under the plating as Hound’s energy signature flared against his. Their glossas slid over each other, teasing and tasting.
Mirage’s movements became more erratic and his hips twitched against Hound’s as he felt his pleasure finally draw to a peak. Hound felt it too and knew he wouldn’t be far behind. He kept his own pace steadier, drawing out those moments of sweet agony right before climax. His legs curled around the back of Mirage’s knees, slowing him, and Mirage whimpered at the contact. He fumbled around for the key card and reached up, undoing the cuffs and pulled his mouth only inches from Hound’s. “Hold me.”
Hound nodded, arms wrapping around Mirage and kissing him again. With a few precise thrusts Mirage stiffened against him and made a soft sound muffled by their kiss as he overloaded. His valve tightened around Hound’s cord, trapping and squeezing it. Hound moaned, his body going so tense he trembled and held Mirage almost uncomfortably tight. Warmth flooded Mirage’s valve, spilling out and down their thighs.
Hound’s helm thumped back against the berth, body going limp as Mirage slumped atop him. They kept their arms wrapped around each other basking in the afterglow of their overloads.
“Comfy?” Hound teased.
Mirage smiled nodding against Hound’s chest. “More so than I’ve ever been before. I’m not sure I ever want to move again.”
Hound laughed lightly, stroking a hand up and down Mirage’s back. “I’d like that. You can stay right here as long as you want.” Mirage joined Hound’s laughter, not sure it was even funny, but happy to be given such an offer.