Fic: Five Ways to Say "I Love You"
Happy belated Valentines Day, everyone. I thought to write this spur of the moment and it took me last night and this morning to complete it. Thank you for all the Valentines from the meme, I loved reading them ^_^ Consider this a little thank you gift.
Title: Five Ways to Say "I Love You"
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage, implied Wheeljack/Ratchet
Summary: Five little ficlets of how Hound and Mirage tell the other how they love them.
Warnings: Tactile sex
With actions
Mirage had shuttered his optics and prepared himself for the inevitable pain. He heard the shifting of a body and the sound of a laserbolt searing into metal, but felt nothing. Mirage opened his optics, and their gold coloring paled at the sight of Hound crouched over him. Mirage lifted a shaking hand up to Hound’s cheek, cupping it. Hound offered Mirage a weak smile and leaned into the touch even as energon trailed down from the new hole in his back.
Mirage heard a distinct click and came back to himself. He wrapped an arm around Hound’s shoulder, hooked his legs behind Hound’s thighs and rolled them over. He felt the heat of another laser shot grazing his neck, not the familiar, white hot pain. He was able to snatch up his pistol, twisted while still perched on Hound’s lap and returned fire. He got Dirge’s wing, and smiled at the satisfying shriek of the flyer. He didn’t let himself pause to savor the moment of victory and got off three more on the same wing. He took a shot to his unarmed elbow, but kept up through the pain, getting the arm Dirge was holding his own blaster with. He got another two shots in the other wing before Dirge took off to spare himself further pain from Mirage’s sharpshooting.
Mirage turned to Hound, scowling even as the scout stared back up at him with unashamed adoration and pride.
With thoughtfulness
Through the fog of recharge Hound could faintly feel the gentle movement of his shoulder as someone shook it. His vision slowly returned, fuzziness lining the edges of his sight. The first thing he saw was that dreadful datapad that had been plaguing him for the last two days. This was so the last time he helped Ironhide and Trailbreaker with a training regimen for the new recruits.
Hound looked up, a soft smile touching his lips as he caught sight of Mirage leaning over him.
“You will never get a proper rest recharging like that, come back to the berth,” Mirage said, his tone brooking no argument. Regardless, Hound was going to try.
“I gotta lot more work, though. Haf’ta finish it for ‘Breaker ‘n ‘Hide before… uh, before th’ day-“ Hound could barely keep his sentences straight, and rested his helm back on the desk.
“You can hardly string a sentence together, it’s time to rest. I have the day off tomorrow, so I’m sure I can help you,” Mirage said. He pulled Hound so he was slumped back in his chair and pressed a small cube of energon to his lips. Hound started drinking from it, rousing just enough that he didn’t think he’d topple over his chair. “I bet you didn’t even have something to drink today, did you? Honestly, I don’t think a single mech ever remembers to fuel properly on this base when there’s work to be done.”
Hound smiled and continued to silently listen as Mirage went on lecturing. When he finished the cube, Mirage pulled him out of the chair and walked with him back to their berth. He curled up, against Hound, tangling his legs with his lover’s and interlacing their fingers. “Don’t work yourself like this again, you big lug nut, Trailbreaker wouldn’t forgive himself if you worked yourself to exhaustion on his account.”
“That’s why I’ve got you, ‘Raj, you keep me on track,” Hound said, giving Mirage a soft kiss before finally returning to a much better recharge.
With a touch
Mirage shivered as Hound trailed dark fingers over a pristine white chassis. He tugged uselessly at the cuffs keeping his arms above his head, helpless to his mate’s touch. Hound smiled and kissed Mirage’s spoiler, relishing as another tremor rippled through the mech under him. He licked a horizontal stripe over the spoiler then blew along the trail of oral lubricant. Mirage hissed with pleasure and bucked his hips. Hound pressed a hand down on them, halting their movement. His other hand probed the edges of Mirage’s nosecone, stroking and lightly scratching along the plating.
He kissed from the nosecone tip up to the red and blue glass etching of Mirage’s collar. He nuzzled the lovely colored glass and where it met with metal. His hand massaged a seam in Mirage’s hip and heard the scraping of Mirage’s heels against the foot of the berth.
Hound moved up to Mirage’s neck, licking and sucking as one hand kneaded a shoulder and the other a hip. Mirage’s venting was getting heavier as he squirmed under Hound. A single hand wasn’t going to be enough to keep his hips still and Hound shifted to drape his body over Mirage’s. He kept his lips attached to Mirage’s neck as his hands ran up and down his lover’s sides. He sought out sensitive spots as he ground his hips against Mirage’s and they rolled up to meet him.
Hound revved his engine as he ran a finger under one of Mirage’s spoilers. Mirage cried out as his energy field spiked, teetering on the brink of climax. Hound groaned at the feel of energy flickering along his own field, he could almost taste Mirage’s essence on his glossa, mixing with the rich taste of the rare metal that uniquely made up Mirage’s plating.
He pulled away from Mirage’s neck and captured his lips, stroking harder and grinding their bodies together while revving his engine and flaring his own field until Mirage was screaming into his mouth. The feel of Mirage’s climax over their bond and from the bucking body under him and around his own energy field pulled Hound along with his mate.
When both were spent, Hound rolled off and took off the cuffs around Mirage’s wrists. Hound pulled Mirage against himself to nuzzle and kiss the warm plating.
With a look
Hound looked up at a hearty chuckle from Wheeljack. “What’s so funny?”
“Try to be discreet, but I think ya’ve got an admirer,” Wheeljack replied.
Careful not to look obvious, Hound quickly looked behind him, catching Mirage’s optics before they turned away. Puzzled, he turned back to Wheeljack. “Admirer, huh? Me and Mirage have been seeing each other for ages, I think that behavior’s more for the ‘still trying to figure out if we like each other’ stage.”
Wheeljack shook his head, looking smug even with his blast mask. “Nah, when you’ve got a good match, you never get tired of looking at each other. You getting tired of looking at Mirage?”
“Oh no, of course not. He’s perfect in every way, how could I? It’s just, the whole ‘sneaking glances’ thing; shouldn’t we be over that?”
Wheeljack shrugged. “I never get tired sneaking a peak at Ratchet’s aft, or a pinch. I especially love seeing ‘im after a shower, all shiny and clean and ready to be dirtied right back up.” Wheeljack sighed in longing. “Best sight in the world aside his smile. Don’t you watch Mirage any chance you get?”
Hound nodded, flushing lightly. “I can’t stop myself sometimes. There’s something about the way he moves, and fights, pit, even when he’s just standing or sitting he’s the picture of poise and grace. It’s not weird that I feel that way?”
“Nope, loving to watch your partner is always a good thing. And he’s still starin’, I think Jazz is losing his humor and getting miffed with him that he can’t pay proper attention.”
With words
“Hound?” The emotion in Mirage’s optics was colored with confusion and trepidation where Hound’s were intense and held a steely resolve.
Hound pulled Mirage in closer, lifting a hand and cupping his cheek. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a while, and I’ve been afraid to because your friendship means everything to me. Now I have to know, though. Mirage, I can’t stop thinking about you, your smile makes me smile, when I hear you laugh I want to do everything I can to see that happens every day, when you’re resting your helm on my shoulder or you grab my arm I feel heat surge over my entire face plate and my spark starts blazing inside it’s chamber and I think it’ll burst if you keep touching me, but I don’t ever want you to stop either. I watch you and think “How can anything so perfect be a part of this world? Primus should’ve kept him because he shouldn’t ever have to know pain of any kind ever.” When you argue, it’s like everything you’re saying is picked with the greatest care for the best impact and I wonder how you’re able to formulate something so eloquent on the spot. I think I might be a little obsessed to be honest, and sometimes I wish I could find some kind of flaw in you big enough to hate just so I can feel… so I can feel worthy of you.”
Mirage’s optics flickered with his surprise, and he stared at Hound silently, showing little emotion that could hint to Hound how he felt. He tilted his helm like he was deciphering a puzzle. “Does that mean you’re in love with me?”
Hound nodded, the hand he’d rested on Mirage’s shoulder trembling. So far he was just grateful that Mirage hadn’t gotten scared and run off. Much to his shock, Mirage took a step closer into his personal space. “After such a speech, I feel I should match it with my feelings for you. You’re mistaken. I’m not perfect. I get frustrated and snappish, I’m not always honest, except with Jazz and Prime, and that’s because I’m obligated to be honest with them. I’m reclusive and I close myself off from almost everyone, and a lot of mechs around here don’t even know if they can trust me. You, however, never do such things. You’re trustworthy, honest, and endlessly patient, especially with me. The worst I can say of you is that you can be a little crude and you’re dirty far too often for my liking. Everyone likes you because you’re so genuine and caring, they don’t know how not to like you, and I don’t either. You can bring me out of the foulest moods, and I find myself trying to be a better person when you’re around. You truly bring out the best in me, and… I want more of that. I want to continue being around you and I can’t imagine my life without you, I don’t think I’d be the same person if I didn’t have you with me anymore.”
Hound was suddenly overcome with emotion and he pulled Mirage in and hugged him tighter. “Then let’s stay together until we’re both nothing but a couple of old rustbuckets.”
“Eloquent as always, love.”
Hound’s spark fluttered at the word as it passed Mirage’s lips; he didn’t think he’d ever tire of hearing it, though.
Title: Five Ways to Say "I Love You"
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage, implied Wheeljack/Ratchet
Summary: Five little ficlets of how Hound and Mirage tell the other how they love them.
Warnings: Tactile sex
With actions
Mirage had shuttered his optics and prepared himself for the inevitable pain. He heard the shifting of a body and the sound of a laserbolt searing into metal, but felt nothing. Mirage opened his optics, and their gold coloring paled at the sight of Hound crouched over him. Mirage lifted a shaking hand up to Hound’s cheek, cupping it. Hound offered Mirage a weak smile and leaned into the touch even as energon trailed down from the new hole in his back.
Mirage heard a distinct click and came back to himself. He wrapped an arm around Hound’s shoulder, hooked his legs behind Hound’s thighs and rolled them over. He felt the heat of another laser shot grazing his neck, not the familiar, white hot pain. He was able to snatch up his pistol, twisted while still perched on Hound’s lap and returned fire. He got Dirge’s wing, and smiled at the satisfying shriek of the flyer. He didn’t let himself pause to savor the moment of victory and got off three more on the same wing. He took a shot to his unarmed elbow, but kept up through the pain, getting the arm Dirge was holding his own blaster with. He got another two shots in the other wing before Dirge took off to spare himself further pain from Mirage’s sharpshooting.
Mirage turned to Hound, scowling even as the scout stared back up at him with unashamed adoration and pride.
With thoughtfulness
Through the fog of recharge Hound could faintly feel the gentle movement of his shoulder as someone shook it. His vision slowly returned, fuzziness lining the edges of his sight. The first thing he saw was that dreadful datapad that had been plaguing him for the last two days. This was so the last time he helped Ironhide and Trailbreaker with a training regimen for the new recruits.
Hound looked up, a soft smile touching his lips as he caught sight of Mirage leaning over him.
“You will never get a proper rest recharging like that, come back to the berth,” Mirage said, his tone brooking no argument. Regardless, Hound was going to try.
“I gotta lot more work, though. Haf’ta finish it for ‘Breaker ‘n ‘Hide before… uh, before th’ day-“ Hound could barely keep his sentences straight, and rested his helm back on the desk.
“You can hardly string a sentence together, it’s time to rest. I have the day off tomorrow, so I’m sure I can help you,” Mirage said. He pulled Hound so he was slumped back in his chair and pressed a small cube of energon to his lips. Hound started drinking from it, rousing just enough that he didn’t think he’d topple over his chair. “I bet you didn’t even have something to drink today, did you? Honestly, I don’t think a single mech ever remembers to fuel properly on this base when there’s work to be done.”
Hound smiled and continued to silently listen as Mirage went on lecturing. When he finished the cube, Mirage pulled him out of the chair and walked with him back to their berth. He curled up, against Hound, tangling his legs with his lover’s and interlacing their fingers. “Don’t work yourself like this again, you big lug nut, Trailbreaker wouldn’t forgive himself if you worked yourself to exhaustion on his account.”
“That’s why I’ve got you, ‘Raj, you keep me on track,” Hound said, giving Mirage a soft kiss before finally returning to a much better recharge.
With a touch
Mirage shivered as Hound trailed dark fingers over a pristine white chassis. He tugged uselessly at the cuffs keeping his arms above his head, helpless to his mate’s touch. Hound smiled and kissed Mirage’s spoiler, relishing as another tremor rippled through the mech under him. He licked a horizontal stripe over the spoiler then blew along the trail of oral lubricant. Mirage hissed with pleasure and bucked his hips. Hound pressed a hand down on them, halting their movement. His other hand probed the edges of Mirage’s nosecone, stroking and lightly scratching along the plating.
He kissed from the nosecone tip up to the red and blue glass etching of Mirage’s collar. He nuzzled the lovely colored glass and where it met with metal. His hand massaged a seam in Mirage’s hip and heard the scraping of Mirage’s heels against the foot of the berth.
Hound moved up to Mirage’s neck, licking and sucking as one hand kneaded a shoulder and the other a hip. Mirage’s venting was getting heavier as he squirmed under Hound. A single hand wasn’t going to be enough to keep his hips still and Hound shifted to drape his body over Mirage’s. He kept his lips attached to Mirage’s neck as his hands ran up and down his lover’s sides. He sought out sensitive spots as he ground his hips against Mirage’s and they rolled up to meet him.
Hound revved his engine as he ran a finger under one of Mirage’s spoilers. Mirage cried out as his energy field spiked, teetering on the brink of climax. Hound groaned at the feel of energy flickering along his own field, he could almost taste Mirage’s essence on his glossa, mixing with the rich taste of the rare metal that uniquely made up Mirage’s plating.
He pulled away from Mirage’s neck and captured his lips, stroking harder and grinding their bodies together while revving his engine and flaring his own field until Mirage was screaming into his mouth. The feel of Mirage’s climax over their bond and from the bucking body under him and around his own energy field pulled Hound along with his mate.
When both were spent, Hound rolled off and took off the cuffs around Mirage’s wrists. Hound pulled Mirage against himself to nuzzle and kiss the warm plating.
With a look
Hound looked up at a hearty chuckle from Wheeljack. “What’s so funny?”
“Try to be discreet, but I think ya’ve got an admirer,” Wheeljack replied.
Careful not to look obvious, Hound quickly looked behind him, catching Mirage’s optics before they turned away. Puzzled, he turned back to Wheeljack. “Admirer, huh? Me and Mirage have been seeing each other for ages, I think that behavior’s more for the ‘still trying to figure out if we like each other’ stage.”
Wheeljack shook his head, looking smug even with his blast mask. “Nah, when you’ve got a good match, you never get tired of looking at each other. You getting tired of looking at Mirage?”
“Oh no, of course not. He’s perfect in every way, how could I? It’s just, the whole ‘sneaking glances’ thing; shouldn’t we be over that?”
Wheeljack shrugged. “I never get tired sneaking a peak at Ratchet’s aft, or a pinch. I especially love seeing ‘im after a shower, all shiny and clean and ready to be dirtied right back up.” Wheeljack sighed in longing. “Best sight in the world aside his smile. Don’t you watch Mirage any chance you get?”
Hound nodded, flushing lightly. “I can’t stop myself sometimes. There’s something about the way he moves, and fights, pit, even when he’s just standing or sitting he’s the picture of poise and grace. It’s not weird that I feel that way?”
“Nope, loving to watch your partner is always a good thing. And he’s still starin’, I think Jazz is losing his humor and getting miffed with him that he can’t pay proper attention.”
With words
“Hound?” The emotion in Mirage’s optics was colored with confusion and trepidation where Hound’s were intense and held a steely resolve.
Hound pulled Mirage in closer, lifting a hand and cupping his cheek. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a while, and I’ve been afraid to because your friendship means everything to me. Now I have to know, though. Mirage, I can’t stop thinking about you, your smile makes me smile, when I hear you laugh I want to do everything I can to see that happens every day, when you’re resting your helm on my shoulder or you grab my arm I feel heat surge over my entire face plate and my spark starts blazing inside it’s chamber and I think it’ll burst if you keep touching me, but I don’t ever want you to stop either. I watch you and think “How can anything so perfect be a part of this world? Primus should’ve kept him because he shouldn’t ever have to know pain of any kind ever.” When you argue, it’s like everything you’re saying is picked with the greatest care for the best impact and I wonder how you’re able to formulate something so eloquent on the spot. I think I might be a little obsessed to be honest, and sometimes I wish I could find some kind of flaw in you big enough to hate just so I can feel… so I can feel worthy of you.”
Mirage’s optics flickered with his surprise, and he stared at Hound silently, showing little emotion that could hint to Hound how he felt. He tilted his helm like he was deciphering a puzzle. “Does that mean you’re in love with me?”
Hound nodded, the hand he’d rested on Mirage’s shoulder trembling. So far he was just grateful that Mirage hadn’t gotten scared and run off. Much to his shock, Mirage took a step closer into his personal space. “After such a speech, I feel I should match it with my feelings for you. You’re mistaken. I’m not perfect. I get frustrated and snappish, I’m not always honest, except with Jazz and Prime, and that’s because I’m obligated to be honest with them. I’m reclusive and I close myself off from almost everyone, and a lot of mechs around here don’t even know if they can trust me. You, however, never do such things. You’re trustworthy, honest, and endlessly patient, especially with me. The worst I can say of you is that you can be a little crude and you’re dirty far too often for my liking. Everyone likes you because you’re so genuine and caring, they don’t know how not to like you, and I don’t either. You can bring me out of the foulest moods, and I find myself trying to be a better person when you’re around. You truly bring out the best in me, and… I want more of that. I want to continue being around you and I can’t imagine my life without you, I don’t think I’d be the same person if I didn’t have you with me anymore.”
Hound was suddenly overcome with emotion and he pulled Mirage in and hugged him tighter. “Then let’s stay together until we’re both nothing but a couple of old rustbuckets.”
“Eloquent as always, love.”
Hound’s spark fluttered at the word as it passed Mirage’s lips; he didn’t think he’d ever tire of hearing it, though.