Ficlet challenge 15/100
Title: Green
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage, Sideswipe
Summary: Mirage must endure some humiliation after a steamy night with Hound.
Warnings: None
As he onlined, Mirage tried to curl up against the warm frame that usually accompanied him to berth. He let out a disappointed grumble at the lack of mass against his. Switching his optics on, he saw no Hound, but there was a fresh cube of mid-grade energon on the table set beside the berth.
A smile touched Mirage’s lips and he sat up, taking the cube and data pad set beside it.
Mirage,
Sorry I had to leave early, but Prowl changed my schedule last minute. You looked so comfortable, I felt bad about waking you up just to say good bye. I hope the energon warms you up a little at least. I’ll see you later tonight.
Love you,
Hound
The words warmed Mirage almost as much as having Hound beside him, and his spark pulsed softly with the feelings of love Hound could evoke in him so easily.
He finished his cube with a smile, setting it and the data pad back on the table. He looked down at himself, groaning at the sight of all the green and gray paint scrapes across his front, and knowing it looked the same on his back. “Blast it,” he growled.
“That schedule change better have been last minute enough Hound couldn’t make himself presentable either.” Primus help the scout if he’d cleaned himself off without bothering to get Mirage up to help him do the same. Mirage did not appreciate having to walk around advertising what he did the night before.
“Thank Primus for electro-disruptors,” Mirage said with a soft, grateful sigh. He rolled off the berth and turned invisible as he walked out into the hall. After a few minutes he reached the public wash racks, and froze. It was good he was under an invisibility cloak, because his open mouthed shock would have been an undignified state for anyone to see him in.
Through the open doors of the wash room he could see Hoist and Grapple in the middle of a floor littered with pipes, shower heads, and floor tiles. Obviously Mirage’s shower was not meant to be. Uttering a soft curse Mirage stormed off, fists clenched and a string of blasphemy escaping his lips.
With no other choice he went to report in for inventory duty. When he reached the designated supply room, he found Sideswipe waiting beside it. “Oh, Primus, they paired me with you?”
Sideswipe straightened at Mirage’s voice, frowning himself. “Well slag, Mirage, what’s crawled up you tailpipe and died?”
Mirage instantly regretted his words. He actually got along with Sideswipe and his brother and it wouldn’t do to offend them. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I just know what you’re going to say when I’m visible.”
Sideswipe did relax somewhat at the apology, and his interest was peaked at the admission. “Oh? Did the finicky noble get into a mess of trouble?” His lips curled at the word ‘mess’. If Mirage was walking around the base invisible, than chances were high that he was too dirty to stand being seen.
Through a drawn out silence Sideswipe could imagine the petulant look Mirage was likely sporting. Good humor officially restored, Sideswipe grinned shamelessly at where he thought Mirage was. “You know you can’t stay invisible all day.”
“And who says I can’t?”
“Prowl and Red. You want to sit through a lecture with both of them about safety and all that slag?”
Mirage sighed, “I suppose I’ll concede to that point.” Another pause where Sideswipe could picture Mirage looking up and down the hall. “But not out here. If I have to turn off my electro-disruptor, it’ll be somewhere with a minimal chance of being seen.”
Sideswipe felt Mirage walk past him into the storage room and followed. He grinned as the door shut behind him. “Now you have to show me what’s got your tailpipes in such a knot.”
“I don’t ‘have’ to show you anything. However, since I’ll strain myself unnecessarily otherwise, I’ll turn off my disruptor. If I hear even a snicker, vengeance will be swift, I assure you.”
Mirage’s threat went unheeded as Sideswipe broke into laughter as he caught sight of the green paint covering the spy. Mirage glowered at him. The damn mech could have the decency to at least try to cover his laughter. Taking one of the data pads in Sideswipe’s arms that was to be used for taking inventory, he whapped the warrior over the head with it.
Sideswipe yelped, a hand rising up to rub at his abused helm. He stopped laughing and held onto his own data pad tighter. “And you say you don’t like violence.”
“I don’t like to fight. However teaching someone a little lesson in manners is different. I especially wouldn’t call smacking you on the helm with a pad as violent, since I didn’t even leave a scratch.”
Sideswipe huffed, pouting much as he’d imagined Mirage doing earlier. “Just remember whose the bigger mech here if you try something again.”
“And you should remember who here is the quicker mech with a knowledge of pressure points.”
Sideswipe smiled, his good nature returning and he chuckled. “Maybe we should try sparing sometime, might be interesting to see who’d win. Me of course, but I think you’d give a good fight.”
Mirage’s own smile was positively wicked. “You do know that the mech who first taught me self defense also taught Ratchet? Suggested him to my sire, actually.”
Sideswipe’s grin fell and Mirage had to laugh himself at the reaction.
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Several hours later, Mirage’s shift was coming to an end and the noble was surprised to find himself in a pretty good mood. After the initial teasing Sideswipe had left him alone about Hound’s paint. He was starting to debate with himself whether to go to the showers or look for Hound first. He wanted desperately to be clean, but knew if he found Hound after the showers he’d likely need to make a second visit to them. Having Hound’s paint down his front was doing some… interesting things to his systems every time he caught sight of it. However he wasn’t even sure Hound was finished with his own shift yet. He was just about to comm Hound and see what he was doing when the storage room door slid open.
“Hound, perfect timing,” Mirage said, slinking up to his lover. Sideswipe did his best not to stare at the smooth, liquid-like movement of the noble. Hound could not say the same. The poor scout seemed lost for words for a moment, before regaining some processing power.
“Hey ‘Raj, just coming by to um, see if you wanted to uh, h-head to the showers.” Hound couldn’t stop himself from stumbling over his own glossa at being presented with, not an angry Mirage as he’d expected, but one he usually only got to see behind closed doors. “Something was wrong with ‘em when I was down there earlier. Commed Prowl about it and then I had to run off for shift. I’m real sorry I had to disappear on you like tha-”
Mirage laid a finger on Hound’s lips to silence him. “It’s alright. I’m not upset. Let’s go to the showers and I can show you how uplifting green is for my mood.”
Title: Blue
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage
Summary: Hound thinks about his favorite colors.
Warnings: None
Hound stared up at the midday sky, thoughts drifting like the sparse white clouds over his vision. Mirage rested, curled against him in a light recharge. Hound tightened his hold, smiling at the feel of the sun warmed frame against his. Mirage murmured in his sleep, but didn’t awaken, instead shifting closer so that his helm rested on Hound’s shoulder.
Hound looked over, smiling at the royal blue helm settled on him. He used to have a greater preference for more pastel blues, or the very striking, brighter blues like that of the sky above them. However, the deeper blue Mirage had seemed the perfect shade of any blue, the perfect color in general. Of course, that might be personal bias.
It went so well with just about anything. He could remember a dress Carly had chosen when he’d taken her out shopping upon her request. It was had been the same shade of blue as Mirage, knee length with thin straps. It had looked beautiful on her, that he could understand from human aesthetics. Upon his suggestions she’d added a white shawl and draped it loosely around her to better bring attention to her collarbone and neck. Between the two of them he figured they did something right since she asked Spike about getting married that night and he went hunting for an engagement ring the next day.
Mirage shifted beside him, slowly stirring from recharge. He lifted his head and gave Hound a soft smile touched by weariness. “Did I fall into stasis?”
Hound nodded, kissing the top crest on Mirage’s helm. “You looked so comfortable, I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“I hope you didn’t get bored.”
“Nah, gave me time to think.”
“About what?” Mirage asked, shifting in Hound’s arms to better look at Hound.
“Colors, like blue.” Hound gave Mirage a sheepish smile, knowing the noble would pick up what Hound’s processors had been on.
Mirage nodded. “It is a nice color. I think I like aquamarine, though. It reminds me of your optics.” Mirage kissed Hound’s shoulder, tender and sweet.
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage, Sideswipe
Summary: Mirage must endure some humiliation after a steamy night with Hound.
Warnings: None
As he onlined, Mirage tried to curl up against the warm frame that usually accompanied him to berth. He let out a disappointed grumble at the lack of mass against his. Switching his optics on, he saw no Hound, but there was a fresh cube of mid-grade energon on the table set beside the berth.
A smile touched Mirage’s lips and he sat up, taking the cube and data pad set beside it.
Mirage,
Sorry I had to leave early, but Prowl changed my schedule last minute. You looked so comfortable, I felt bad about waking you up just to say good bye. I hope the energon warms you up a little at least. I’ll see you later tonight.
Love you,
Hound
The words warmed Mirage almost as much as having Hound beside him, and his spark pulsed softly with the feelings of love Hound could evoke in him so easily.
He finished his cube with a smile, setting it and the data pad back on the table. He looked down at himself, groaning at the sight of all the green and gray paint scrapes across his front, and knowing it looked the same on his back. “Blast it,” he growled.
“That schedule change better have been last minute enough Hound couldn’t make himself presentable either.” Primus help the scout if he’d cleaned himself off without bothering to get Mirage up to help him do the same. Mirage did not appreciate having to walk around advertising what he did the night before.
“Thank Primus for electro-disruptors,” Mirage said with a soft, grateful sigh. He rolled off the berth and turned invisible as he walked out into the hall. After a few minutes he reached the public wash racks, and froze. It was good he was under an invisibility cloak, because his open mouthed shock would have been an undignified state for anyone to see him in.
Through the open doors of the wash room he could see Hoist and Grapple in the middle of a floor littered with pipes, shower heads, and floor tiles. Obviously Mirage’s shower was not meant to be. Uttering a soft curse Mirage stormed off, fists clenched and a string of blasphemy escaping his lips.
With no other choice he went to report in for inventory duty. When he reached the designated supply room, he found Sideswipe waiting beside it. “Oh, Primus, they paired me with you?”
Sideswipe straightened at Mirage’s voice, frowning himself. “Well slag, Mirage, what’s crawled up you tailpipe and died?”
Mirage instantly regretted his words. He actually got along with Sideswipe and his brother and it wouldn’t do to offend them. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I just know what you’re going to say when I’m visible.”
Sideswipe did relax somewhat at the apology, and his interest was peaked at the admission. “Oh? Did the finicky noble get into a mess of trouble?” His lips curled at the word ‘mess’. If Mirage was walking around the base invisible, than chances were high that he was too dirty to stand being seen.
Through a drawn out silence Sideswipe could imagine the petulant look Mirage was likely sporting. Good humor officially restored, Sideswipe grinned shamelessly at where he thought Mirage was. “You know you can’t stay invisible all day.”
“And who says I can’t?”
“Prowl and Red. You want to sit through a lecture with both of them about safety and all that slag?”
Mirage sighed, “I suppose I’ll concede to that point.” Another pause where Sideswipe could picture Mirage looking up and down the hall. “But not out here. If I have to turn off my electro-disruptor, it’ll be somewhere with a minimal chance of being seen.”
Sideswipe felt Mirage walk past him into the storage room and followed. He grinned as the door shut behind him. “Now you have to show me what’s got your tailpipes in such a knot.”
“I don’t ‘have’ to show you anything. However, since I’ll strain myself unnecessarily otherwise, I’ll turn off my disruptor. If I hear even a snicker, vengeance will be swift, I assure you.”
Mirage’s threat went unheeded as Sideswipe broke into laughter as he caught sight of the green paint covering the spy. Mirage glowered at him. The damn mech could have the decency to at least try to cover his laughter. Taking one of the data pads in Sideswipe’s arms that was to be used for taking inventory, he whapped the warrior over the head with it.
Sideswipe yelped, a hand rising up to rub at his abused helm. He stopped laughing and held onto his own data pad tighter. “And you say you don’t like violence.”
“I don’t like to fight. However teaching someone a little lesson in manners is different. I especially wouldn’t call smacking you on the helm with a pad as violent, since I didn’t even leave a scratch.”
Sideswipe huffed, pouting much as he’d imagined Mirage doing earlier. “Just remember whose the bigger mech here if you try something again.”
“And you should remember who here is the quicker mech with a knowledge of pressure points.”
Sideswipe smiled, his good nature returning and he chuckled. “Maybe we should try sparing sometime, might be interesting to see who’d win. Me of course, but I think you’d give a good fight.”
Mirage’s own smile was positively wicked. “You do know that the mech who first taught me self defense also taught Ratchet? Suggested him to my sire, actually.”
Sideswipe’s grin fell and Mirage had to laugh himself at the reaction.
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Several hours later, Mirage’s shift was coming to an end and the noble was surprised to find himself in a pretty good mood. After the initial teasing Sideswipe had left him alone about Hound’s paint. He was starting to debate with himself whether to go to the showers or look for Hound first. He wanted desperately to be clean, but knew if he found Hound after the showers he’d likely need to make a second visit to them. Having Hound’s paint down his front was doing some… interesting things to his systems every time he caught sight of it. However he wasn’t even sure Hound was finished with his own shift yet. He was just about to comm Hound and see what he was doing when the storage room door slid open.
“Hound, perfect timing,” Mirage said, slinking up to his lover. Sideswipe did his best not to stare at the smooth, liquid-like movement of the noble. Hound could not say the same. The poor scout seemed lost for words for a moment, before regaining some processing power.
“Hey ‘Raj, just coming by to um, see if you wanted to uh, h-head to the showers.” Hound couldn’t stop himself from stumbling over his own glossa at being presented with, not an angry Mirage as he’d expected, but one he usually only got to see behind closed doors. “Something was wrong with ‘em when I was down there earlier. Commed Prowl about it and then I had to run off for shift. I’m real sorry I had to disappear on you like tha-”
Mirage laid a finger on Hound’s lips to silence him. “It’s alright. I’m not upset. Let’s go to the showers and I can show you how uplifting green is for my mood.”
Title: Blue
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage
Summary: Hound thinks about his favorite colors.
Warnings: None
Hound stared up at the midday sky, thoughts drifting like the sparse white clouds over his vision. Mirage rested, curled against him in a light recharge. Hound tightened his hold, smiling at the feel of the sun warmed frame against his. Mirage murmured in his sleep, but didn’t awaken, instead shifting closer so that his helm rested on Hound’s shoulder.
Hound looked over, smiling at the royal blue helm settled on him. He used to have a greater preference for more pastel blues, or the very striking, brighter blues like that of the sky above them. However, the deeper blue Mirage had seemed the perfect shade of any blue, the perfect color in general. Of course, that might be personal bias.
It went so well with just about anything. He could remember a dress Carly had chosen when he’d taken her out shopping upon her request. It was had been the same shade of blue as Mirage, knee length with thin straps. It had looked beautiful on her, that he could understand from human aesthetics. Upon his suggestions she’d added a white shawl and draped it loosely around her to better bring attention to her collarbone and neck. Between the two of them he figured they did something right since she asked Spike about getting married that night and he went hunting for an engagement ring the next day.
Mirage shifted beside him, slowly stirring from recharge. He lifted his head and gave Hound a soft smile touched by weariness. “Did I fall into stasis?”
Hound nodded, kissing the top crest on Mirage’s helm. “You looked so comfortable, I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“I hope you didn’t get bored.”
“Nah, gave me time to think.”
“About what?” Mirage asked, shifting in Hound’s arms to better look at Hound.
“Colors, like blue.” Hound gave Mirage a sheepish smile, knowing the noble would pick up what Hound’s processors had been on.
Mirage nodded. “It is a nice color. I think I like aquamarine, though. It reminds me of your optics.” Mirage kissed Hound’s shoulder, tender and sweet.