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Title: Let Yourself Go. (02/??)
General Rating: NC-17
Rating for this Part: PG-13
Warnings: Eventual Slash, sticky smut. Lots of sticky smut.
Pairing: Hound x Mirage
Setting: Imperium Cybertronium G1 AU.
Summary: Mirage believed no one would ever love him with the same strong and pure love his father felt for him nor that he'd ever feel true love for another mech until Hound challenged those beliefs.
Notes: About a year ago I promised to naggingfishwife I would write her a story as a thank you for her generosity and help when I needed it, but I did not want to begin to post until this was finished. The story is now finished, but I have not decided how many chapters it'll be split into. By her preference the smut on this fic is sticky. All parts will be labeled properly so it'll be easy to skip if that's not your flavor of smut.
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for giving this a look on the spelling and grammar department. There's a lot of Drift in this part but it's all there for a reason, I assure you.
For many nobles, the time for dining with family was considered a time not for refueling but for socializing and getting to know more about each other. A typical family dinner for the nobility could last for several joors depending on the amount of members that were partaking on the dinner.
Because it was a very important time, it was also the busiest time for the slaves at their service as some dinners could be quite demanding in terms of time and organization. Because of this, many slaves made a point to refuel before or after their masters’ dinner.
It was one of those unspoken rules amongst nobility that their slaves’ refueling was as important as their own, and as a whole, slaves were rarely interrupted when they refueled to serve their masters. Some nobles ensured this by having two or three bodies of slaves dedicated to the preparation and serving of their meals, ensuring that they rotated so there would always be a group ready to serve them and cover each other to allow for their own nourishment.
Mechs like Kup, though, were a tad more pragmatic and far more patient due to Mirage’s penchant for desiring dinner at random points of the evening. If the slaves in charge of serving dinner were refueling themselves at the time Mirage determined the meal was to be served, the young noble was not to interrupt them and instead would adjust to the situation, regaling his guests or family with tales or poems from his favorite collections in the meanwhile.
When Mirage was a sparkling, he’d been used to the spoiled ways of his noble friends, like Cliffjumper who had a large body of servants dedicated to satisfy his every whim, and of course this extended to said meals. With such example it was not a surprise that Mirage picked up on his demanding ways and would expect the servants of the Valkyrie state to drop everything just so he could get energon confections and a full dinner at any random time he desired.
It had been one of the testing times in Kup’s life when it came to raising a sparkling because Mirage chose to develop a bratty side just when his father was not around to do the parenting. Although the Valkyrie family owned several slaves, many of them were on leave with Skyfire, and those that weren’t were usually tending to other needs on the vast state, leaving a smaller crew destined to tend to their meals and upkeep of their residence.
Kup insisted that their slaves were not to serve dinner for them until the slaves themselves had enjoyed their own, and since a couple of entire families of slaves worked for the Valkyrie nobles, he was adamant that their dinners were to be enjoyed with their family without interruptions or rush, just like the nobles did. This usually meant that Mirage was expected to wait sometimes a whole joor before even the preparation could begin.
For a sparkling that was learning through his peers that he was supposed to get whatever he wanted when he wanted it, waiting for the slaves to finish their own meal was not just unacceptable; it was plainly an insult to his superiority. The argument and tantrum that followed when Kup told him he had to wait was bad enough to ensure the old noble would have to punish and ground his grandson.
Mirage had been so upset over the whole event that for the following four orns he refused to refuel or dine with his grandfather at all. It wasn’t until Skyfire returned that the sparkling got a much deeper lesson in humility as his father forced the sparkling to make his own meal.
Mirage had been devastated at first when Skyfire told him if he wanted to refuel he’d have to make his own meal, fearing Skyfire no longer loved him and would throw him with the other slaves. Skyfire eased his son’s fears, taking his little hand in his massive white one and led him to the kitchen where father and son began to prepare their meal together.
Mirage learned just how hard it was to make all the things he liked to sample, how much work went into preparing his favored confections and that slaves appreciated their meal time probably more than the sparkling did. The experience humbled the little noble but was also enjoyed beyond anything Mirage ever imagined as it was one of the most wonderful moments he spent with his father. For his rude behavior he was still grounded, but he apologized to his grandfather and carried on with his punishment until Skyfire deemed he had earned his privileges back.
Because of this experience, the adult Mirage announced dinner time to his slaves with anticipation and used the time to indulge in coversation. At the moment, Kup was with Skyfire, still overseeing the proper unloading of his supplies and specimens which left Mirage to chat amiably with Drift. The meal was going to take longer to prepare to adjust to Drift’s specific fueling habits during this period.
“Will this retreat extend for long? The past one wasn’t as lengthy as I thought it would be.” Mirage asked as he served a mixture of energon in two small bowls that held half of the content of a normal cube.
“It will be the longest I’ve engaged yet, I trust you’ll behave well during my absence.” Drift joked as he accepted the bowl, taking a small sip. The taste of the energon was mildly bland, more nutritive than it was tasty but he was used to the lack of taste by now.
“I have plenty to entertain me, Drift.” Mirage smiled, taking a sip of the bowl and mentally grimacing at the almost lack of taste of the energon. He usually sampled it along with Drift out of respect rather than because he liked it; he was sure Drift himself had probably spit the mixture the first few times the noble had to sample it. “Quite a few good-looking slaves to pass the time with, and the Turbo Fox hunting games will begin in the following orns.”
Drift shook his head. At some point in his life, he’d been worse than Mirage, enjoying the hedonistic pleasures of his nobility and wealth with very little care for anything other than his own enjoyment. Although he had not been the first mech to bed Mirage, Drift had once been a regular guest at the Valkyrie state just as Mirage had spent a few nights warming his berth. Their relationship was perhaps a little deeper than any other Mirage had entertained as their friendship went beyond what the young Valkyrie noble usually allowed other mechs, noble and slave alike.
It could be said that the closest Mirage ever had to a partner and not just a berthmate was the relationship he had with Drift. It wasn’t always like that though because Drift was at first a less than admirable influence for anyone that chose to make him part of their circle.
He was not as low as the oldest nobles that treated their slaves worse than second class citizens, but he was not as above being bratty himself and forced his desires upon his slaves without any consideration for their feelings. It was a well known fact that Drift used to find particular pleasure in seducing united slaves and bringing unstability to their relationships. For Drift it was as much as sport as it was for Mirage to partake of the hunting games.
It wasn’t until he met his mentor that his life changed completely and his appearance changed along to reflect his new path on life. Before, he was the poster mech for hedonism; decadent was his second name. He threw away his wealth without a care in the world, and it was just his luck that he managed to generate more without much effort.
But the fateful meeting that led him to be introduced to the ‘Knights’ changed his life and his view about the world at large. He learned about compassion and kinship, to enjoy life not just because of the pleasures his wealth could provide him but to take enjoyment even in the simplest of things. To accept that privations made some things much more rewarding upon achieving them.
He found a deeper connection with the very life force of Cybertron, and although he’d never been a believer of Primus -he always thought Snapdragon and Sunstorm acquired the sparks in other more sordid ways- his very induction into the Knights changed that perception. Coming out of the ceremonial bath in the depths of a pond filled with minerals and energon, Drift had felt cleaner than ever and ready to accept a different path.
The Knights were mostly nobles coming from Crystal City, scholars or architects that felt there was more to life than just their priviliged life styles. Slaves were also invited to join in, usually those whose masters were already members of the Knights -only a handful chose to become one though. When they gathered for the period of cleansing, studying, and spiritual growth they hid away from Cybertron’s population and their rules. When the Knights gathered, there was no distinction between slaves and nobles; they all shared the same specific diet, they bathed with the same cleansers, drank the same bland mixture of energon, and engaged in deep and meaningful conversation.
Most nobles that knew Drift before his change were not very accepting of his new lifestyle. When he was back from his retreat with the other Knights, he was supposed to keep his much simpler diet for a few orns before picking back up on the delicacies of the noble life. If he visited friends or fellow nobles after his return they would try to force him to sample the expensive flavorful energon, or the lavish confections they were used to. They refused to accept or understand his new discipline.
Only a handful accepted and embraced him during those times, making sure their slaves would prepare the kind of energon that he was allowed to refuel with, even if they themselves did not share the mixture with him. But only Mirage would drink the same energon Drift would drink despite how evident it was he did not like it.
Drift never tried to invite Mirage to become a Knight as he knew Mirage was not ready to give up the life of a noble mech. While Skyfire and Kup taught him humility and the sensibility to treat slaves and nobles with fairness, Mirage enjoyed being a noble and wouldn’t be able to deprive himself to the levels the Knights did.
Still, Mirage was open enough to listen and learn what Drift was willing to teach, and their friendship strengthened because of this. Mirage was a very cultured mech, a proper example of what a noblemech was expected to be -even his promiscuous behavior was kind of expected of a young noble like him. But even then, Mirage was also a much more open mech, willing to welcome others and their differences, and that was something Drift attributed to Kup and Skyfire who were two nobles that weren’t quite conventional.
“You said father acquired Hound as a tracker because he needed one. How did you come to that conclusion?” Mirage asked, sipping the mixture as he turned his attention fully to his guest.
“I believe your father sometimes plans his exploration trips upon coming across objects or minerals somewhere. Like the marbled rocks he brought over that were made into some etchings for a decorative armor for you,” Drift began to explain, taking another sip of energon. “A tracker is capable of finding a location using few elements to guide them. A scent that they could follow, a trail that they could discern, or variations in the topography.”
“Ah, so my father purchased Hound to help him find places faster.”
“That’s likely one of the reasons.” Drift glanced at Mirage with a knowing smile on his lips. “But I also remember a certain child of his doesn’t have a tracker partner for the hunting games. Even Drag Strip has one.”
Mirage snorted. “I don’t need a tracker.” He shrugged and finished his energon, setting the bowl down. “And if Drag Strip’s tracker is any indication, I’m better without one anyway. That mech can’t tell a turbo fox apart from a petro rabbit.”
Drift shrugged. “I have the feeling this tracker is nothing like Drag Strip’s.”
“Perhaps, but I don’t think my father got Hound specifically to be my tracker for the hunting games.” Mirage raised an optic ridge at the amused smile on Drift’s lips. “Don’t give me that look, I don’t even know the mech yet. I’m not taking him to my berth.”
“Yet.” Drift finished, his grin widening.
Mirage huffed and was about to reply when a servant came to announce the dinner was ready. After thanking the servant, Mirage began to walk away. “Come on, insufferable mech.”
“Yes, oh mighty lord Mirage.”
General Rating: NC-17
Rating for this Part: PG-13
Warnings: Eventual Slash, sticky smut. Lots of sticky smut.
Pairing: Hound x Mirage
Setting: Imperium Cybertronium G1 AU.
Summary: Mirage believed no one would ever love him with the same strong and pure love his father felt for him nor that he'd ever feel true love for another mech until Hound challenged those beliefs.
Notes: About a year ago I promised to naggingfishwife I would write her a story as a thank you for her generosity and help when I needed it, but I did not want to begin to post until this was finished. The story is now finished, but I have not decided how many chapters it'll be split into. By her preference the smut on this fic is sticky. All parts will be labeled properly so it'll be easy to skip if that's not your flavor of smut.
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for giving this a look on the spelling and grammar department. There's a lot of Drift in this part but it's all there for a reason, I assure you.
For many nobles, the time for dining with family was considered a time not for refueling but for socializing and getting to know more about each other. A typical family dinner for the nobility could last for several joors depending on the amount of members that were partaking on the dinner.
Because it was a very important time, it was also the busiest time for the slaves at their service as some dinners could be quite demanding in terms of time and organization. Because of this, many slaves made a point to refuel before or after their masters’ dinner.
It was one of those unspoken rules amongst nobility that their slaves’ refueling was as important as their own, and as a whole, slaves were rarely interrupted when they refueled to serve their masters. Some nobles ensured this by having two or three bodies of slaves dedicated to the preparation and serving of their meals, ensuring that they rotated so there would always be a group ready to serve them and cover each other to allow for their own nourishment.
Mechs like Kup, though, were a tad more pragmatic and far more patient due to Mirage’s penchant for desiring dinner at random points of the evening. If the slaves in charge of serving dinner were refueling themselves at the time Mirage determined the meal was to be served, the young noble was not to interrupt them and instead would adjust to the situation, regaling his guests or family with tales or poems from his favorite collections in the meanwhile.
When Mirage was a sparkling, he’d been used to the spoiled ways of his noble friends, like Cliffjumper who had a large body of servants dedicated to satisfy his every whim, and of course this extended to said meals. With such example it was not a surprise that Mirage picked up on his demanding ways and would expect the servants of the Valkyrie state to drop everything just so he could get energon confections and a full dinner at any random time he desired.
It had been one of the testing times in Kup’s life when it came to raising a sparkling because Mirage chose to develop a bratty side just when his father was not around to do the parenting. Although the Valkyrie family owned several slaves, many of them were on leave with Skyfire, and those that weren’t were usually tending to other needs on the vast state, leaving a smaller crew destined to tend to their meals and upkeep of their residence.
Kup insisted that their slaves were not to serve dinner for them until the slaves themselves had enjoyed their own, and since a couple of entire families of slaves worked for the Valkyrie nobles, he was adamant that their dinners were to be enjoyed with their family without interruptions or rush, just like the nobles did. This usually meant that Mirage was expected to wait sometimes a whole joor before even the preparation could begin.
For a sparkling that was learning through his peers that he was supposed to get whatever he wanted when he wanted it, waiting for the slaves to finish their own meal was not just unacceptable; it was plainly an insult to his superiority. The argument and tantrum that followed when Kup told him he had to wait was bad enough to ensure the old noble would have to punish and ground his grandson.
Mirage had been so upset over the whole event that for the following four orns he refused to refuel or dine with his grandfather at all. It wasn’t until Skyfire returned that the sparkling got a much deeper lesson in humility as his father forced the sparkling to make his own meal.
Mirage had been devastated at first when Skyfire told him if he wanted to refuel he’d have to make his own meal, fearing Skyfire no longer loved him and would throw him with the other slaves. Skyfire eased his son’s fears, taking his little hand in his massive white one and led him to the kitchen where father and son began to prepare their meal together.
Mirage learned just how hard it was to make all the things he liked to sample, how much work went into preparing his favored confections and that slaves appreciated their meal time probably more than the sparkling did. The experience humbled the little noble but was also enjoyed beyond anything Mirage ever imagined as it was one of the most wonderful moments he spent with his father. For his rude behavior he was still grounded, but he apologized to his grandfather and carried on with his punishment until Skyfire deemed he had earned his privileges back.
Because of this experience, the adult Mirage announced dinner time to his slaves with anticipation and used the time to indulge in coversation. At the moment, Kup was with Skyfire, still overseeing the proper unloading of his supplies and specimens which left Mirage to chat amiably with Drift. The meal was going to take longer to prepare to adjust to Drift’s specific fueling habits during this period.
“Will this retreat extend for long? The past one wasn’t as lengthy as I thought it would be.” Mirage asked as he served a mixture of energon in two small bowls that held half of the content of a normal cube.
“It will be the longest I’ve engaged yet, I trust you’ll behave well during my absence.” Drift joked as he accepted the bowl, taking a small sip. The taste of the energon was mildly bland, more nutritive than it was tasty but he was used to the lack of taste by now.
“I have plenty to entertain me, Drift.” Mirage smiled, taking a sip of the bowl and mentally grimacing at the almost lack of taste of the energon. He usually sampled it along with Drift out of respect rather than because he liked it; he was sure Drift himself had probably spit the mixture the first few times the noble had to sample it. “Quite a few good-looking slaves to pass the time with, and the Turbo Fox hunting games will begin in the following orns.”
Drift shook his head. At some point in his life, he’d been worse than Mirage, enjoying the hedonistic pleasures of his nobility and wealth with very little care for anything other than his own enjoyment. Although he had not been the first mech to bed Mirage, Drift had once been a regular guest at the Valkyrie state just as Mirage had spent a few nights warming his berth. Their relationship was perhaps a little deeper than any other Mirage had entertained as their friendship went beyond what the young Valkyrie noble usually allowed other mechs, noble and slave alike.
It could be said that the closest Mirage ever had to a partner and not just a berthmate was the relationship he had with Drift. It wasn’t always like that though because Drift was at first a less than admirable influence for anyone that chose to make him part of their circle.
He was not as low as the oldest nobles that treated their slaves worse than second class citizens, but he was not as above being bratty himself and forced his desires upon his slaves without any consideration for their feelings. It was a well known fact that Drift used to find particular pleasure in seducing united slaves and bringing unstability to their relationships. For Drift it was as much as sport as it was for Mirage to partake of the hunting games.
It wasn’t until he met his mentor that his life changed completely and his appearance changed along to reflect his new path on life. Before, he was the poster mech for hedonism; decadent was his second name. He threw away his wealth without a care in the world, and it was just his luck that he managed to generate more without much effort.
But the fateful meeting that led him to be introduced to the ‘Knights’ changed his life and his view about the world at large. He learned about compassion and kinship, to enjoy life not just because of the pleasures his wealth could provide him but to take enjoyment even in the simplest of things. To accept that privations made some things much more rewarding upon achieving them.
He found a deeper connection with the very life force of Cybertron, and although he’d never been a believer of Primus -he always thought Snapdragon and Sunstorm acquired the sparks in other more sordid ways- his very induction into the Knights changed that perception. Coming out of the ceremonial bath in the depths of a pond filled with minerals and energon, Drift had felt cleaner than ever and ready to accept a different path.
The Knights were mostly nobles coming from Crystal City, scholars or architects that felt there was more to life than just their priviliged life styles. Slaves were also invited to join in, usually those whose masters were already members of the Knights -only a handful chose to become one though. When they gathered for the period of cleansing, studying, and spiritual growth they hid away from Cybertron’s population and their rules. When the Knights gathered, there was no distinction between slaves and nobles; they all shared the same specific diet, they bathed with the same cleansers, drank the same bland mixture of energon, and engaged in deep and meaningful conversation.
Most nobles that knew Drift before his change were not very accepting of his new lifestyle. When he was back from his retreat with the other Knights, he was supposed to keep his much simpler diet for a few orns before picking back up on the delicacies of the noble life. If he visited friends or fellow nobles after his return they would try to force him to sample the expensive flavorful energon, or the lavish confections they were used to. They refused to accept or understand his new discipline.
Only a handful accepted and embraced him during those times, making sure their slaves would prepare the kind of energon that he was allowed to refuel with, even if they themselves did not share the mixture with him. But only Mirage would drink the same energon Drift would drink despite how evident it was he did not like it.
Drift never tried to invite Mirage to become a Knight as he knew Mirage was not ready to give up the life of a noble mech. While Skyfire and Kup taught him humility and the sensibility to treat slaves and nobles with fairness, Mirage enjoyed being a noble and wouldn’t be able to deprive himself to the levels the Knights did.
Still, Mirage was open enough to listen and learn what Drift was willing to teach, and their friendship strengthened because of this. Mirage was a very cultured mech, a proper example of what a noblemech was expected to be -even his promiscuous behavior was kind of expected of a young noble like him. But even then, Mirage was also a much more open mech, willing to welcome others and their differences, and that was something Drift attributed to Kup and Skyfire who were two nobles that weren’t quite conventional.
“You said father acquired Hound as a tracker because he needed one. How did you come to that conclusion?” Mirage asked, sipping the mixture as he turned his attention fully to his guest.
“I believe your father sometimes plans his exploration trips upon coming across objects or minerals somewhere. Like the marbled rocks he brought over that were made into some etchings for a decorative armor for you,” Drift began to explain, taking another sip of energon. “A tracker is capable of finding a location using few elements to guide them. A scent that they could follow, a trail that they could discern, or variations in the topography.”
“Ah, so my father purchased Hound to help him find places faster.”
“That’s likely one of the reasons.” Drift glanced at Mirage with a knowing smile on his lips. “But I also remember a certain child of his doesn’t have a tracker partner for the hunting games. Even Drag Strip has one.”
Mirage snorted. “I don’t need a tracker.” He shrugged and finished his energon, setting the bowl down. “And if Drag Strip’s tracker is any indication, I’m better without one anyway. That mech can’t tell a turbo fox apart from a petro rabbit.”
Drift shrugged. “I have the feeling this tracker is nothing like Drag Strip’s.”
“Perhaps, but I don’t think my father got Hound specifically to be my tracker for the hunting games.” Mirage raised an optic ridge at the amused smile on Drift’s lips. “Don’t give me that look, I don’t even know the mech yet. I’m not taking him to my berth.”
“Yet.” Drift finished, his grin widening.
Mirage huffed and was about to reply when a servant came to announce the dinner was ready. After thanking the servant, Mirage began to walk away. “Come on, insufferable mech.”
“Yes, oh mighty lord Mirage.”