I finally finished it!
Title: Iacon: Population - 2
Rating: R
Warnings: Plug'n'Play
Notes: I promised this to some wonderful ladies at TFCon. It wont make too much sense unless you were at the live script reading, or have seen the youtube video of it. And I have to be the only person who can make something that had us practically on the floor into something serious.
Bumblebee jumped as arms snaked around his waist. “And awaaaaay we go.” He felt his intakes hitch as he was dragged back against a sturdy frame. “Powerglide! Don't sneak up on me like that, you almost gave me an overload!”
The other minibot snickered. “Almost I must be losing my touch.” Hands began to wander up and down his frame, slipping into half forgotten seams. “Guess I'll just have to rectify that.”
The flier gently herded the newly rechristened minibot towards his berth, hands never leaving his frame. “Hands.” The word was a demand, and Bumblebee moved to comply, knowing his lover needed this. Needed to reaffirm it was really Bumblebee and that Goldbug was gone.
It was very much like the human multiple personality disorder, he mused, allowing white hands to caress him. Although he could access those memories, they were distant, almost like leafing through a photo collection. He was Bumblebee, and with every caress from his lover Goldbug faded further and further away.
Bumblebee braced himself against his berth; presenting his aft to the other. Unlike most mechs, his port was located just below the small of his back, at the base of his main strut. Red digits gently dragged along the seam of his panel, as for once Powerglide did not feel the need to say anything. His actions were all that he needed to brag with. The other hand began to trail up the strut, stopping only to tease the back of the yellow neck, where it connected to the yellow helm.
With a soft snick, Bumblebee felt the cover retract under skillful fingers. He whimpered. One tip circled the port, as he felt the hand caressing his next leave. His whine of protest was quickly cut off by the sound of Powerglide removing his own coverings. There was a pause as he drew a data cable out.
Impatiently Bee ground back against the red minibot; attempting to entice him into speeding his pace. Laughing softly, Powerglide drew the tip of his jack across the opening, before sliding it into place with a soft snick. Bumblebee reached to draw out his own cable only to have his hands pinned again. “Not this time 'Bee.” The voice was heavy in his audio, accompanied by the first ping of data.
Bumblebee whimpered, wanting to complete the connection. Data was flowing at a steady pace. To give as much pleasure as he was receiving. But it had been too long and the need was too great. Bee felt the charge tingling his circuits, and giving a soft cry he tipped into overload. The world narrowed to only the pleasure coursing through him, before oblivion claimed him.
When he came to, Powerglide had managed to maneuver both of them on the berth, and was deep in recharge. His arms were still wrapped around the small, yellow bot; as though if he let go his lover would vanish. Again.
He wasn't going anywhere this time. Yawning -a habit picked up from the humans- he snuggled into the flier. Bee smiled faintly as he drifted off.
Rating: R
Warnings: Plug'n'Play
Notes: I promised this to some wonderful ladies at TFCon. It wont make too much sense unless you were at the live script reading, or have seen the youtube video of it. And I have to be the only person who can make something that had us practically on the floor into something serious.
Bumblebee jumped as arms snaked around his waist. “And awaaaaay we go.” He felt his intakes hitch as he was dragged back against a sturdy frame. “Powerglide! Don't sneak up on me like that, you almost gave me an overload!”
The other minibot snickered. “Almost I must be losing my touch.” Hands began to wander up and down his frame, slipping into half forgotten seams. “Guess I'll just have to rectify that.”
The flier gently herded the newly rechristened minibot towards his berth, hands never leaving his frame. “Hands.” The word was a demand, and Bumblebee moved to comply, knowing his lover needed this. Needed to reaffirm it was really Bumblebee and that Goldbug was gone.
It was very much like the human multiple personality disorder, he mused, allowing white hands to caress him. Although he could access those memories, they were distant, almost like leafing through a photo collection. He was Bumblebee, and with every caress from his lover Goldbug faded further and further away.
Bumblebee braced himself against his berth; presenting his aft to the other. Unlike most mechs, his port was located just below the small of his back, at the base of his main strut. Red digits gently dragged along the seam of his panel, as for once Powerglide did not feel the need to say anything. His actions were all that he needed to brag with. The other hand began to trail up the strut, stopping only to tease the back of the yellow neck, where it connected to the yellow helm.
With a soft snick, Bumblebee felt the cover retract under skillful fingers. He whimpered. One tip circled the port, as he felt the hand caressing his next leave. His whine of protest was quickly cut off by the sound of Powerglide removing his own coverings. There was a pause as he drew a data cable out.
Impatiently Bee ground back against the red minibot; attempting to entice him into speeding his pace. Laughing softly, Powerglide drew the tip of his jack across the opening, before sliding it into place with a soft snick. Bumblebee reached to draw out his own cable only to have his hands pinned again. “Not this time 'Bee.” The voice was heavy in his audio, accompanied by the first ping of data.
Bumblebee whimpered, wanting to complete the connection. Data was flowing at a steady pace. To give as much pleasure as he was receiving. But it had been too long and the need was too great. Bee felt the charge tingling his circuits, and giving a soft cry he tipped into overload. The world narrowed to only the pleasure coursing through him, before oblivion claimed him.
When he came to, Powerglide had managed to maneuver both of them on the berth, and was deep in recharge. His arms were still wrapped around the small, yellow bot; as though if he let go his lover would vanish. Again.
He wasn't going anywhere this time. Yawning -a habit picked up from the humans- he snuggled into the flier. Bee smiled faintly as he drifted off.