Fic: The Taming of the Streak, Part 2
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A couple of weeks later, Bluestreak wandered over to the table where Sideswipe sat with Mirage and Tracks and grabbed a chair, his vocalizer running away as always.
"So I guess Megatron really messed up this last battle, didn't he? I wonder why his grand plans always fail and why does he blame Starscream so often? You'd think he'd listen more to his SIC and that would probably make his plans work better, because you know Starscream is a pretty smart bot…"
"Yeah, Blue, but that would be bad for us since we're fighting against them." Sides broke into Blue's monologue to make his point.
"I suppose, but it still seems really stupid to ignore one of the smartest bots on your own side just for spite or whatever it is that Megatron's doing, but at least it allows me to get in a good shot on one of them, because they just stand there and argue with each other and I wasn't expecting that Megatron would think my shot came from Starscream and beat him so hard, because like I said, it sure seems kind of stupid to treat somebot that way…"
While Bluestreak was talking, Sunstreaker wandered into the room and went to the energon dispenser, filling a cube and joining them at the table. Chairs shuffled across the floor as Sunstreaker squeezed in between Sides and Bluestreak. The golden warrior stared morosely into his cube, only to jerk his head up as Blue used his name.
"…I mean, it's just like if we treated Sides and Sunny like they were stupid when you know they're both very smart, I mean they have to be because they've figured out how to almost be a unit all by themselves and they do as much damage as a whole formation when it's just the two of them and if Megatron ever got over his snit at Starscream, he'd had the whole air command whipped into shape in no time because when ole Megs is gone, we always lose to the air command and I suppose I should drop this subject 'cause you're right, he's our enemy but it just bugs me, and Sunstreaker, you really shouldn't waste energon like that." Bluestreak paused and looked from the cube to Sunny's face and smiled gently. Sunstreaker obeyed the prompt and began to drink the swirling pink mixture down, missing the surprise that briefly passed over Sideswipe's face at his lack of protest.
The conversation then passed to the party Jazz and Blaster were planning for two days hence and how it was always fun to see what new twists Jazz would put on a party theme. After Sunstreaker finished his cube of energon, Sideswipe pushed another cube at him and he drank that.
"Oh, hey, Sunstreaker, I just got in a new game and it's really cool and since you like racing games I wondered if you'd like to check it out with me? It's supposed to have the next generation graphics in it and they recorded some actual race cars, but I just don't think the sound chips are really up for the challenge and I'd like to get your opinion on it, what do you think?"
"Sure, Blue, now's a good time. Let's go check this game out." Sunstreaker swallowed the last of his energon and rose to follow Blue out of the rec room. They turned toward Bluestreak's quarters, and Sunny slowed as a powerful wave of arousal surged through him. Bluestreak turned back and caught his eye.
"C'mon, Sunny, I think you're really going to enjoy this game."
The promise in Bluestreak's optics was enough to propel Sunstreaker forward, his worries and stress already moving from the forefront of his processor.
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They arrived at Blue's quarters, and the gunner quickly tapped in the code, entering before Sunstreaker and locking the door after the warrior was in. Sunstreaker moved to drop to his knees, but Bluestreak stopped him with a motion of his hands.
"First, Sunstreaker, I want to give you something." Bluestreak went over to his special cabinet and pulled out a box. It was flat and square, Sunstreaker's name in Cybertronian glyphs on the top of the box. Bluestreak handed it to Sunstreaker and indicated that he should open it. Sunny fumbled a little with getting the top off, but the gift inside caused his pump to stutter loudly. It was a leather collar dyed a gleaming black and with Cybertronian glyphs stamped along it. Sunstreaker ran his finger over the glyph for 'protection', then over 'love' and finally 'trust' and smiled, holding the collar out to Bluestreak.
"Will you put this on me, please?"
Without a word, Blue took the collar and Sunstreaker knelt, lifting his chin and giving Bluestreak the access he needed to fasten the buckle.
"When we come in to quarters, if you want to play our games you give me your collar. Once I fasten it on you, I am Master until it is taken off. Do you accept this new rule, Sunstreaker?"
Sunstreaker could barely force out "Oh, yes, Master, I do."
Bluestreak caressed the collar, stroking his thumbs under the edge at Sunstreaker's throat gently, then leaned forward and licked along the edge. Sunstreaker uttered a guttural groan, clamping his hands into fists along his thighs and reaching with the bow of his body for more of that sensation.
"You're so good at this, Sunstreaker. It's a joy to be with you." Bluestreak's deeper voice was back, his measured words a signal to Sunny that they were in their safe zone. His hands stroked over Sunny's shoulders, and the warrior made as if to pull his hands behind him. Bluestreak noted the motion and asked, "Should I get the restraints out, Sunstreaker? Would you like that?"
"Yes, please, Master."
"So good. Wait." Bluestreak found the leather cuffs and fastened them onto Sunstreaker's wrists, leaving Sunny's hands in front of his body, then resumed his stroking of the warrior's body. With every stroke, Sunny could feel his worries receding further away until there was only this moment, these sensations . Bluestreak cradled his face and kissed him, and Sunstreaker was so focused on every sensation - the glide of Blue's glossa against his, the way Blue stroked his glossa along the roof of his mouth and behind his denta, each stroke unhurried and patient, exploring Sunstreaker's mouth as if that was all he was going to do this time - that Sunny could feel his worries sliding away from his awareness like the rain washed away dirt leaving only the exquisite sensations sliding over his plating.
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An hour later, Sunstreaker was shaking, his vents working hard to cool his body. Bluestreak had carried over his unhurried exploration of Sunstreaker from his mouth to every part of his body, but every time he got close to an overload, Bluestreak would move to another part of his body and deny him the release. There was nothing else on Sunstreaker's mind except reaching overload, and even the swat to his aft Blue gave him when he moved hadn't knocked him from the plateau he'd reached. Blue straightened and smiled, moving behind Sunstreaker.
"Close your optics, Sunstreaker," came the dark voice of his Master. His optics snapped shut.
"I'm going to touch you with the whip, Sunstreaker. Try to keep your optics off, hm?"
"Yes, Master," murmured Sunny. The tips of the lashes played along his legs, drifting up and over his aft, over his back and then down again. Sunstreaker waited for whatever Blue was going to do, but couldn't help his jerk of surprise when the whip left his body and lightly slapped against his aft. It didn't hurt, it was the shock of being hit that caught him.
"Did that hurt, Sunny?"
He answered honestly, "No, Master."
"Shall I do it again?"
"Yes, please, Master."
Bluestreak hit him again, harder this time. Sunstreaker jerked forward at the slight lash of pain, but put himself back in position quickly. Blue waited a moment, then struck again, harder. This time Sunstreaker didn't move, his fingers closing so tight the metal creaked. Another stroke of the whip, this time with the electricity on and Sunny found his hands clenching each other, the pain sending shocks through his neural networks but also distracting him, giving him something new to think about.
"Sunstreaker?"
"More, please, Master."
Another stroke, harder, and Sunstreaker could feel the lashes leaving marks on his plates. He didn't care at this point, the pain getting mixed up in his processor and feeling more like pleasure, the tingles of the electrical discharge shooting down his legs and up his spinal struts. Bluestreak hit him again, harder yet, and Sunstreaker lost himself in the feelings.
Sunstreaker became aware of an intrusive noise about the time when Bluestreak was coaxing him to lie down. A tap on his panel had him snapping it open and Bluestreak thrust into him, bringing him to more awareness of his surroundings.
"Shhh, Sunny, it's OK, open your optics and look at me, Sunny. It's alright, you're alright, open your optics…"
When he finally unshuttered his optics, it was to look into the worried face of Bluestreak and to finally realize that the noise was coming from him - a high keening noise, shrill and grating to his audios. He worked at stopping the noise, focusing on Bluestreak's voice and the hands stroking along his neck and shoulders. It took a great deal of effort, but he was finally able to shut off his vocalizer and move his hands to Bluestreak's back. Blue looked at him thoughtfully, and then snapped his hips forward, burying his spike to the hilt and Sunstreaker couldn't stop his other panel from opening, his spike extending and rubbing against Bluestreak's abdominal plates. There was no pause, Sunstreaker's level of excitement demanded a hard, fast release and Bluestreak provided it. When the waves overcame Sunny, he could feel the fluids spurting from his spike, covering them both with the stickyness. Bluestreak followed moments later, thrusting high into Sunny's valve and releasing his fluids deep within. Bluestreak slumped over Sunstreaker, wrapping his arms under Sunny's shoulders and tucking his head against the shoulders beneath him. They rested like that for a while, then Bluestreak lifted his head and looked at Sunstreaker carefully.
"Are you alright?"
Sunny thought about that for a time. His thoughts were muzzy and disjointed, but he finally collected them enough to reply, "Yes, I am. Uh, Master."
Blue chuckled and lifted himself more, resting his elbows on Sunny's chest as he worked the buckle and removed the collar, handing it to Sunstreaker once it was unfastened.
"Let's get cleaned up, OK?" So saying, he lifted himself off Sunny and offered him a hand up, leading him back to his sleeping room and to the small washbasin tucked in a corner. He pulled out cloths and they worked on cleaning all the fluids off each other, the touches non-sexual and soothing. Sunstreaker was reeling, his actions uncoordinated and his depth perception off, making the task of cleaning Bluestreak's front more difficult than it should be. Bluestreak didn't seem upset by this, using his own hands to guide Sunstreaker's hands to his body and laying his hands over Sunstreaker's to rub the cloths over his plates. Once he was cleaned, he reversed the motion and used Sunstreaker's hands to clean his own body, his hands firm on Sunstreaker's. Once all the fluids were cleaned off, Bluestreak continued his motions, rubbing over Sunstreaker. Sunny let out a moan and started shaking, wrapping his arms around Blue and clinging. Bluestreak continued to sooth him, rubbing his hands over Sunny's back and helm until the shaking stopped. Bluestreak kissed the vents framing Sunny's face, garnering the warrior's attention and then kissing his lips.
"Still alright?"
Sunstreaker could only nod. They moved back to the main room and Blue coaxed Sunny into a corner of the large sofa, then draped himself over the warrior. Sunny wrapped his arms around the gunner and basked in the closeness. He drifted off to recharge, soothed by the purring systems next to his and by the exhaustion that came over his processors.
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When he was woken by a kiss from Blue, he stared up at him.
"C'mon, Sunny, you've got duty shift in four breems. I mean, in half an hour. Get up, sleepyhead!"
He shook his head, trying to get his processor to finish booting up. When he finally felt coherent, he looked up at Blue.
"Uh, thanks, Blue, for letting me crash on your couch."
"No problem, Sunny."
"Why are you looking at me that way, then?"
Bluestreak continued his thoughtful stare. "Because you're too good at this, Sunstreaker."
A thrill of terror shot through him. "Wait, what do you mean? Is this it?"
"Shhh, no. I just meant that you're so good at putting yourself in the submissive space that you are completely unaware of your limits, and so I'm going to have to be more careful with you, that's all." Bluestreak then leaned down and gave him a sweet kiss. "Now, go off, have a good duty shift, and let me think about this, OK?"
"Yeah, sure, Blue."
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Two days later, Sunstreaker hunted Blue down in the rec room and invited him to come over. Blue accepted with alacrity, flinging the reading pad onto the table and moving quickly to the warrior's side.
They walked quietly and quickly to Bluestreak's quarters by mutual agreement, Sunny shooting glances at Blue, trying to figure out what was on his processor, hoping he hadn't overstep the limits of their relationship. When they entered the room, Sunny reached into his subspace for the collar and pulled it out to hand it to Bluestreak. Bluestreak accepted the collar, still looking very thoughtful. He buckled it onto Sunstreaker, then led the warrior to his berth.
"Sit down." He commanded, pulling out a length of black cloth. Sunstreaker sat on the edge of the berth, watching carefully as Bluestreak fit himself between Sunstreaker's legs and held up the cloth.
"This is a blindfold, Sunstreaker. I want to put it on you, and I want you to not cheat and use anything to see through it, understood?"
"Yes, Master," he answered, bowing his head a bit so Blue could fasten the blindfold at the back of his head. Once the cloth was in place, Bluestreak had him lie down on his front side.
"Make yourself comfortable, Sunstreaker." Blue instructed him, moving around the room. Sunstreaker pulled his arms out and tucked them under his head, elbows out and his cheek pillowed on his hands.
"Very good, Sunstreaker," Bluestreak laid a hand on Sunstreaker's back. "I'm going to just touch you today."
"Yes, Master."
Bluestreak then laid a cloth on Sunstreaker's back and rustled about some more. Sunstreaker moaned when Bluestreak came back to him and dribbled warm wax on one of his back plates. The gunner used the cloth to rub the wax into the plating, spreading the warmth and feel to the edges of the plate and then rubbing the wax deep, using his thumb through the cloth to rub along the edge of the plate. Blue continued this treatment all over Sunny's back, over his shoulders, along his arms, then back down to his feet and worked his way up Sunny's legs, finally arriving at his aft and taking a long time to work the wax into the various plates, then carefully buffing the wax job before moving onto the next plate.
Sunstreaker's systems purred at the attention his beautiful finish was getting, the gentle touches soothing his processor and the entire experience lulling him into a state of profound relaxation.
Bluestreak coaxed him into turning over, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Bluestreak moved his hands over his head, wrapping his fingers over the edge of the berth.
"Hold on, Sunstreaker."
"Mmmm, yes, Master," was the murmured response. Bluestreak set to working on Sunstreaker's front, rubbing the warm wax into the plating and then buffing it once it hazed, moving from Sunny's chest to his arms, then to his feet and up his legs.
Once he'd reached Sunny's hips, however, his touches changed. He stroked Sunny's legs further apart and began to wax his panels, carefully working the cloth into the seams of Sunstreaker's legs and pulling the cloth through slowly. Sunstreaker arched into the touches, feeling the lubricant leaking from his valve's cover and dripping onto the berth. He moaned, clenching his fingers onto the berth and spreading his legs wider.
Bluestreak chuckled, the sound sliding down Sunstreaker's back struts like the warm wax slid along his plates and tapped the panel covering Sunny's valve. Sunny opened the cover and felt the lubricant gush out, moaning as Bluestreak pushed two fingers into his valve, fingering the sensor nodes and rubbing along the walls, scissoring his fingers and bringing a choked noise from Sunstreaker as his valve was stretched and rubbed. All too soon, Blue pulled his fingers from Sunstreaker and reached for something near the berth. Sunstreaker arched as something smooth pressed against his valve, pushing into the drenched unit.
Bluestreak spoke, "I'm going to put this device in you, and you can't let it fall out, understood?"
Sunstreaker gasped, "Yes, I understand, Master!"
The device was pressed further up his valve, Bluestreak using a small twisting motion to move it and once it was as deep as Blue could get it, he withdrew his fingers and began working on the other panel, carefully waxing and buffing it, using the cloth to carefully wipe the excess wax away. He bent over and blew on the panel, instructing, "Open, Sunstreaker."
Sunny clicked the panel open, his spike exposing itself and rising slightly from its resting place. Bluestreak blew warm air over the spike and Sunny could feel more fluids rushing to his lower body. He jerked in surprise as warm wax was poured over the spike, followed by a cloth rubbing the wax around the spike, rubbing into the little joints that allowed the metallic rod to extend. Bluestreak paid very careful attention to Sunstreaker's spike, waxing every bit of it and all the while teasing the spike to extend to its fullest. He rubbed the cloth over the spike once more, then reached again for something.
"This is a spike ring," he said, working the ring over Sunny's spike, "and it will prevent you from reaching overload easily." Once the ring was in place, Bluestreak reached up and tugged on Sunstreaker's arms. He released the edge of the berth, bringing his arms down and finding Bluestreak's shoulders. The gunner was working on the blindfold, untying the knot and sliding the cloth away.
"Now, Sunstreaker, I want you to wax me." Bluestreak pushed away from the warrior and gazed down at him. Sunstreaker took a moment to gather himself, then awkwardly swung his legs over the edge of the berth and stood. Bluestreak stretched out on the berth on his front and made himself comfortable. Sunstreaker looked around and found on a table next to the berth the cans of wax warming and a pile of cloths. He picked up one of the cans and dribbled some wax on one of Blue's back plates, then took a cloth and began rubbing the wax over the plate. It was difficult, because his spike seemed to always be in his way and if he spread his legs, the toy started sliding out of his valve, causing him to clench and work the relays around his valve to push the device further up. He persevered, focusing his attention on one plate, one position, working the wax around and then buffing it to a high gloss before shifting to a new plate and finding another position that allowed him to work on Bluestreak without losing the toy or having his spike be too much in his way. Bluestreak's doorwings were another challenge, since they twitched and fluttered as he worked the wax into them. He finally stood, bracing the doorwing against his chest and working over the surfaces, then carefully moving to the other side of the berth, the device rocking in his valve and causing his usually smooth gait to have a hitch. Once Blue's entire backside was done, he touched and indicated Bluestreak should roll over.
It took Bluestreak a couple of minutes to get into a comfortable position - his doorwings had to be spread out and at just the right angle, but once Blue was settled Sunstreaker started waxing him. He started at his feet and worked his way up, paying careful attention to Blue's knees which were quite complex and made of many little plates. He by-passed the groin area and worked up the chest, the device reminding him of its presence with every shift he made. Lubricant continued to drip out his valve and stained his legs all the way down to his knees. Sunstreaker refocused his attention on Blue's arms, carefully holding one arm against his chest as he worked on the wax job, then moving around the berth to the other arm. Bluestreak idly reached over with the already waxed arm and began to play with Sunstreaker's spike, rubbing his thumb over the tip and wrapping his fingers around it, squeezing and stroking the spike. Sunstreaker moaned and thrust into the touch and Bluestreak took his hand away. Sunny sucked cooler air in, attempting to lower his internal temperature, then returned his attention to Blue's arm, tightly clasped against his chest. His hands were shaking and it took him a few moments to refocus and begin working. Bluestreak again began to play with Sunstreaker, running his hand up Sunny's legs and dragging it up to his spike. Sunstreaker resolutely kept his attention on buffing Blue's arm throughout but his legs clenched Blue's hand as it wandered back between his legs and rimmed his valve, gathering the lubricant and stroking up, using that same lubricant to rub the tip of his spike. Sunstreaker finished with Blue's arm and moved so he could work on his neck and helm. Bluestreak allowed him to finish but his gaze was hungry and Sunstreaker was very conscious that his master was watching him closely. After finishing with Blue's helm, Sunny moved down to Blue's legs again and began working on the intimate areas between them, rubbing carefully over the valve cover and buffing it until it shone, then worked on the upper panel.
"Master? Do you want me to, um, do your spike?"
"Hm, yes, Sunstreaker, I do." Bluestreak's optics were glowing with arousal and a small smile curved over his face briefly. Sunstreaker drew in a draught of air to help his cooling fans, arousal shuddering through him at that look. He jerked his attention back down to Bluestreak's body, reaching down and rubbing with his fingers over the panel.
"Sunny, use your mouth."
Sunstreaker bent forward and used his glossa on the panel, then moved over to the leg seam near it and worked his glossa into the wires there, tugging on them and then moving to another spot. He had to pause to work the device back up in his valve - he'd forgotten and it had slipped down, sliding over sensors and sending a wave of arousal that had almost cost him control of his knee joints. He stopped working on Bluestreak as he worked the relays of his valve, getting the toy back where Blue had placed it. When he returned his attention to his master, Bluestreak's spike was extending. Sunny immediately covered it with his mouth, sucking and using his glossa to stimulate the ridges. Bluestreak arched into his mouth and Sunstreaker worked his throat to take the spike deeper. He drew back and looked, deciding it was large enough and poured some warm wax along the shaft and rubbing it in with a clean cloth. He alternated between rubbing and sucking until Blue's spike was as glossy as the rest of his plating then stood back and waited for instructions.
"Mmmm, very good, Sunstreaker. Touch yourself, I want to watch you." So saying, Bluestreak idly began stroking himself, keeping his optics firmly on Sunstreaker. The warrior stood for a moment, gathering himself, then shifted his legs apart and began rimming his valve, gathering lubricant and rubbing in over his fingers before sliding two fingers in. They bumped into the device and it slid down until his fingers thrust it back up. Once he got a rhythm going, he began fisting his spike. The ring didn't deaden the sensors, merely made it more difficult to achieve his overload and his own hand felt so good. All too soon he was working his valve and his spike hard, the approaching overload feeling like an inevitable collision.
"Stop." Bluestreak's voice was firm, and Sunstreaker managed to get his hands away, panting in a futile attempt to get cool air into his body. He was trembling, his hands clenching and unclenching as he fought to keep them away from his body. Bluestreak lifted himself off the berth and wandered over to Sunstreaker, gliding his fingertips over Sunstreaker's arm, up to his shoulder and down his back as he moved to the other side of Sunny. He stroked his hand around Sunny's waist, reaching down and clasping his spike in a firm grip before running his thumb over the tip. Sunny mewled, thrusting his hips forward before he could stop himself. Bluestreak laughed, low and dark, before removing his hand. Sunstreaker whimpered at the loss of his touch, arching towards the warmth of Bluestreak's body. Blue stepped back and Sunstreaker reined himself in, the realization suddenly striking him that this was another manifestation of the trust he needed to have in Bluestreak. Releasing his pain, his arousal, his control, he leaned back and waited. Blue caught on quickly, rewarding him with his heat, his touch, his voice.
"Very good. Excellent. I'm proud of you, Sunstreaker. Let go for me," so saying, Bluestreak wrapped his hand around Sunny's spike and stroked him. Sunny heard a click and the device in his valve started vibrating. The two sensations, in his valve and on his spike, overwhelmed him and threw him into a hard and prolonged overload. He could feel through his own shocks of pleasure that Bluestreak was also overloading, shooting the fluids over Sunstreaker's chest, neck and face. As the pleasure tapered off, Sunstreaker could feel Blue's fluids trickling down his body, marking him, the scent adding to his pleasure. He curled up, the release knocking him down to his hands and knees. Unable to hold himself up, Sunstreaker was disoriented and fell to his side. Warmth curled over him, a voice coming through the darkness.
"Shh, it's alright. I've got you, Sunny. I'm here. I won't let you go." Fingers were around his spike, removing the ring and allowing it to retract while the other hand was continuing to stroke his helm and sooth him.
Sunstreaker sobbed, floundering about until he found Bluestreak and grabbed him, pulling himself around his master and holding on. Bluestreak continued to sooth him, stroking him and whispering to him as Sunstreaker continued sobbing, feeling as if the mental poisons of his life were ebbing away with each gasp for cooling air. He finally calmed and was able to hear the words Bluestreak was whispering to him.
"You're mine. I won't let you go. I'm here, and I'll take care of you. I'm right here, Sunstreaker."
"Blue?" Sunny was tired and his voice came out thready and soft.
"Yes, Sunny?" Bluestreak stroked his thumbs over Sunstreaker's face, smearing the fluids around in a pattern that made sense only to him.
"I love you. I'm so tired." Sunstreaker told him.
"I know. It's alright. Go to sleep, Sunny." Bluestreak moved slightly and kissed Sunstreaker, his lips another method of soothing Sunstreaker. The warrior dropped off into recharge shortly thereafter.
On to part 3
A couple of weeks later, Bluestreak wandered over to the table where Sideswipe sat with Mirage and Tracks and grabbed a chair, his vocalizer running away as always.
"So I guess Megatron really messed up this last battle, didn't he? I wonder why his grand plans always fail and why does he blame Starscream so often? You'd think he'd listen more to his SIC and that would probably make his plans work better, because you know Starscream is a pretty smart bot…"
"Yeah, Blue, but that would be bad for us since we're fighting against them." Sides broke into Blue's monologue to make his point.
"I suppose, but it still seems really stupid to ignore one of the smartest bots on your own side just for spite or whatever it is that Megatron's doing, but at least it allows me to get in a good shot on one of them, because they just stand there and argue with each other and I wasn't expecting that Megatron would think my shot came from Starscream and beat him so hard, because like I said, it sure seems kind of stupid to treat somebot that way…"
While Bluestreak was talking, Sunstreaker wandered into the room and went to the energon dispenser, filling a cube and joining them at the table. Chairs shuffled across the floor as Sunstreaker squeezed in between Sides and Bluestreak. The golden warrior stared morosely into his cube, only to jerk his head up as Blue used his name.
"…I mean, it's just like if we treated Sides and Sunny like they were stupid when you know they're both very smart, I mean they have to be because they've figured out how to almost be a unit all by themselves and they do as much damage as a whole formation when it's just the two of them and if Megatron ever got over his snit at Starscream, he'd had the whole air command whipped into shape in no time because when ole Megs is gone, we always lose to the air command and I suppose I should drop this subject 'cause you're right, he's our enemy but it just bugs me, and Sunstreaker, you really shouldn't waste energon like that." Bluestreak paused and looked from the cube to Sunny's face and smiled gently. Sunstreaker obeyed the prompt and began to drink the swirling pink mixture down, missing the surprise that briefly passed over Sideswipe's face at his lack of protest.
The conversation then passed to the party Jazz and Blaster were planning for two days hence and how it was always fun to see what new twists Jazz would put on a party theme. After Sunstreaker finished his cube of energon, Sideswipe pushed another cube at him and he drank that.
"Oh, hey, Sunstreaker, I just got in a new game and it's really cool and since you like racing games I wondered if you'd like to check it out with me? It's supposed to have the next generation graphics in it and they recorded some actual race cars, but I just don't think the sound chips are really up for the challenge and I'd like to get your opinion on it, what do you think?"
"Sure, Blue, now's a good time. Let's go check this game out." Sunstreaker swallowed the last of his energon and rose to follow Blue out of the rec room. They turned toward Bluestreak's quarters, and Sunny slowed as a powerful wave of arousal surged through him. Bluestreak turned back and caught his eye.
"C'mon, Sunny, I think you're really going to enjoy this game."
The promise in Bluestreak's optics was enough to propel Sunstreaker forward, his worries and stress already moving from the forefront of his processor.
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They arrived at Blue's quarters, and the gunner quickly tapped in the code, entering before Sunstreaker and locking the door after the warrior was in. Sunstreaker moved to drop to his knees, but Bluestreak stopped him with a motion of his hands.
"First, Sunstreaker, I want to give you something." Bluestreak went over to his special cabinet and pulled out a box. It was flat and square, Sunstreaker's name in Cybertronian glyphs on the top of the box. Bluestreak handed it to Sunstreaker and indicated that he should open it. Sunny fumbled a little with getting the top off, but the gift inside caused his pump to stutter loudly. It was a leather collar dyed a gleaming black and with Cybertronian glyphs stamped along it. Sunstreaker ran his finger over the glyph for 'protection', then over 'love' and finally 'trust' and smiled, holding the collar out to Bluestreak.
"Will you put this on me, please?"
Without a word, Blue took the collar and Sunstreaker knelt, lifting his chin and giving Bluestreak the access he needed to fasten the buckle.
"When we come in to quarters, if you want to play our games you give me your collar. Once I fasten it on you, I am Master until it is taken off. Do you accept this new rule, Sunstreaker?"
Sunstreaker could barely force out "Oh, yes, Master, I do."
Bluestreak caressed the collar, stroking his thumbs under the edge at Sunstreaker's throat gently, then leaned forward and licked along the edge. Sunstreaker uttered a guttural groan, clamping his hands into fists along his thighs and reaching with the bow of his body for more of that sensation.
"You're so good at this, Sunstreaker. It's a joy to be with you." Bluestreak's deeper voice was back, his measured words a signal to Sunny that they were in their safe zone. His hands stroked over Sunny's shoulders, and the warrior made as if to pull his hands behind him. Bluestreak noted the motion and asked, "Should I get the restraints out, Sunstreaker? Would you like that?"
"Yes, please, Master."
"So good. Wait." Bluestreak found the leather cuffs and fastened them onto Sunstreaker's wrists, leaving Sunny's hands in front of his body, then resumed his stroking of the warrior's body. With every stroke, Sunny could feel his worries receding further away until there was only this moment, these sensations . Bluestreak cradled his face and kissed him, and Sunstreaker was so focused on every sensation - the glide of Blue's glossa against his, the way Blue stroked his glossa along the roof of his mouth and behind his denta, each stroke unhurried and patient, exploring Sunstreaker's mouth as if that was all he was going to do this time - that Sunny could feel his worries sliding away from his awareness like the rain washed away dirt leaving only the exquisite sensations sliding over his plating.
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An hour later, Sunstreaker was shaking, his vents working hard to cool his body. Bluestreak had carried over his unhurried exploration of Sunstreaker from his mouth to every part of his body, but every time he got close to an overload, Bluestreak would move to another part of his body and deny him the release. There was nothing else on Sunstreaker's mind except reaching overload, and even the swat to his aft Blue gave him when he moved hadn't knocked him from the plateau he'd reached. Blue straightened and smiled, moving behind Sunstreaker.
"Close your optics, Sunstreaker," came the dark voice of his Master. His optics snapped shut.
"I'm going to touch you with the whip, Sunstreaker. Try to keep your optics off, hm?"
"Yes, Master," murmured Sunny. The tips of the lashes played along his legs, drifting up and over his aft, over his back and then down again. Sunstreaker waited for whatever Blue was going to do, but couldn't help his jerk of surprise when the whip left his body and lightly slapped against his aft. It didn't hurt, it was the shock of being hit that caught him.
"Did that hurt, Sunny?"
He answered honestly, "No, Master."
"Shall I do it again?"
"Yes, please, Master."
Bluestreak hit him again, harder this time. Sunstreaker jerked forward at the slight lash of pain, but put himself back in position quickly. Blue waited a moment, then struck again, harder. This time Sunstreaker didn't move, his fingers closing so tight the metal creaked. Another stroke of the whip, this time with the electricity on and Sunny found his hands clenching each other, the pain sending shocks through his neural networks but also distracting him, giving him something new to think about.
"Sunstreaker?"
"More, please, Master."
Another stroke, harder, and Sunstreaker could feel the lashes leaving marks on his plates. He didn't care at this point, the pain getting mixed up in his processor and feeling more like pleasure, the tingles of the electrical discharge shooting down his legs and up his spinal struts. Bluestreak hit him again, harder yet, and Sunstreaker lost himself in the feelings.
Sunstreaker became aware of an intrusive noise about the time when Bluestreak was coaxing him to lie down. A tap on his panel had him snapping it open and Bluestreak thrust into him, bringing him to more awareness of his surroundings.
"Shhh, Sunny, it's OK, open your optics and look at me, Sunny. It's alright, you're alright, open your optics…"
When he finally unshuttered his optics, it was to look into the worried face of Bluestreak and to finally realize that the noise was coming from him - a high keening noise, shrill and grating to his audios. He worked at stopping the noise, focusing on Bluestreak's voice and the hands stroking along his neck and shoulders. It took a great deal of effort, but he was finally able to shut off his vocalizer and move his hands to Bluestreak's back. Blue looked at him thoughtfully, and then snapped his hips forward, burying his spike to the hilt and Sunstreaker couldn't stop his other panel from opening, his spike extending and rubbing against Bluestreak's abdominal plates. There was no pause, Sunstreaker's level of excitement demanded a hard, fast release and Bluestreak provided it. When the waves overcame Sunny, he could feel the fluids spurting from his spike, covering them both with the stickyness. Bluestreak followed moments later, thrusting high into Sunny's valve and releasing his fluids deep within. Bluestreak slumped over Sunstreaker, wrapping his arms under Sunny's shoulders and tucking his head against the shoulders beneath him. They rested like that for a while, then Bluestreak lifted his head and looked at Sunstreaker carefully.
"Are you alright?"
Sunny thought about that for a time. His thoughts were muzzy and disjointed, but he finally collected them enough to reply, "Yes, I am. Uh, Master."
Blue chuckled and lifted himself more, resting his elbows on Sunny's chest as he worked the buckle and removed the collar, handing it to Sunstreaker once it was unfastened.
"Let's get cleaned up, OK?" So saying, he lifted himself off Sunny and offered him a hand up, leading him back to his sleeping room and to the small washbasin tucked in a corner. He pulled out cloths and they worked on cleaning all the fluids off each other, the touches non-sexual and soothing. Sunstreaker was reeling, his actions uncoordinated and his depth perception off, making the task of cleaning Bluestreak's front more difficult than it should be. Bluestreak didn't seem upset by this, using his own hands to guide Sunstreaker's hands to his body and laying his hands over Sunstreaker's to rub the cloths over his plates. Once he was cleaned, he reversed the motion and used Sunstreaker's hands to clean his own body, his hands firm on Sunstreaker's. Once all the fluids were cleaned off, Bluestreak continued his motions, rubbing over Sunstreaker. Sunny let out a moan and started shaking, wrapping his arms around Blue and clinging. Bluestreak continued to sooth him, rubbing his hands over Sunny's back and helm until the shaking stopped. Bluestreak kissed the vents framing Sunny's face, garnering the warrior's attention and then kissing his lips.
"Still alright?"
Sunstreaker could only nod. They moved back to the main room and Blue coaxed Sunny into a corner of the large sofa, then draped himself over the warrior. Sunny wrapped his arms around the gunner and basked in the closeness. He drifted off to recharge, soothed by the purring systems next to his and by the exhaustion that came over his processors.
O0o0o0o0o
When he was woken by a kiss from Blue, he stared up at him.
"C'mon, Sunny, you've got duty shift in four breems. I mean, in half an hour. Get up, sleepyhead!"
He shook his head, trying to get his processor to finish booting up. When he finally felt coherent, he looked up at Blue.
"Uh, thanks, Blue, for letting me crash on your couch."
"No problem, Sunny."
"Why are you looking at me that way, then?"
Bluestreak continued his thoughtful stare. "Because you're too good at this, Sunstreaker."
A thrill of terror shot through him. "Wait, what do you mean? Is this it?"
"Shhh, no. I just meant that you're so good at putting yourself in the submissive space that you are completely unaware of your limits, and so I'm going to have to be more careful with you, that's all." Bluestreak then leaned down and gave him a sweet kiss. "Now, go off, have a good duty shift, and let me think about this, OK?"
"Yeah, sure, Blue."
O0o0o0o0o
Two days later, Sunstreaker hunted Blue down in the rec room and invited him to come over. Blue accepted with alacrity, flinging the reading pad onto the table and moving quickly to the warrior's side.
They walked quietly and quickly to Bluestreak's quarters by mutual agreement, Sunny shooting glances at Blue, trying to figure out what was on his processor, hoping he hadn't overstep the limits of their relationship. When they entered the room, Sunny reached into his subspace for the collar and pulled it out to hand it to Bluestreak. Bluestreak accepted the collar, still looking very thoughtful. He buckled it onto Sunstreaker, then led the warrior to his berth.
"Sit down." He commanded, pulling out a length of black cloth. Sunstreaker sat on the edge of the berth, watching carefully as Bluestreak fit himself between Sunstreaker's legs and held up the cloth.
"This is a blindfold, Sunstreaker. I want to put it on you, and I want you to not cheat and use anything to see through it, understood?"
"Yes, Master," he answered, bowing his head a bit so Blue could fasten the blindfold at the back of his head. Once the cloth was in place, Bluestreak had him lie down on his front side.
"Make yourself comfortable, Sunstreaker." Blue instructed him, moving around the room. Sunstreaker pulled his arms out and tucked them under his head, elbows out and his cheek pillowed on his hands.
"Very good, Sunstreaker," Bluestreak laid a hand on Sunstreaker's back. "I'm going to just touch you today."
"Yes, Master."
Bluestreak then laid a cloth on Sunstreaker's back and rustled about some more. Sunstreaker moaned when Bluestreak came back to him and dribbled warm wax on one of his back plates. The gunner used the cloth to rub the wax into the plating, spreading the warmth and feel to the edges of the plate and then rubbing the wax deep, using his thumb through the cloth to rub along the edge of the plate. Blue continued this treatment all over Sunny's back, over his shoulders, along his arms, then back down to his feet and worked his way up Sunny's legs, finally arriving at his aft and taking a long time to work the wax into the various plates, then carefully buffing the wax job before moving onto the next plate.
Sunstreaker's systems purred at the attention his beautiful finish was getting, the gentle touches soothing his processor and the entire experience lulling him into a state of profound relaxation.
Bluestreak coaxed him into turning over, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Bluestreak moved his hands over his head, wrapping his fingers over the edge of the berth.
"Hold on, Sunstreaker."
"Mmmm, yes, Master," was the murmured response. Bluestreak set to working on Sunstreaker's front, rubbing the warm wax into the plating and then buffing it once it hazed, moving from Sunny's chest to his arms, then to his feet and up his legs.
Once he'd reached Sunny's hips, however, his touches changed. He stroked Sunny's legs further apart and began to wax his panels, carefully working the cloth into the seams of Sunstreaker's legs and pulling the cloth through slowly. Sunstreaker arched into the touches, feeling the lubricant leaking from his valve's cover and dripping onto the berth. He moaned, clenching his fingers onto the berth and spreading his legs wider.
Bluestreak chuckled, the sound sliding down Sunstreaker's back struts like the warm wax slid along his plates and tapped the panel covering Sunny's valve. Sunny opened the cover and felt the lubricant gush out, moaning as Bluestreak pushed two fingers into his valve, fingering the sensor nodes and rubbing along the walls, scissoring his fingers and bringing a choked noise from Sunstreaker as his valve was stretched and rubbed. All too soon, Blue pulled his fingers from Sunstreaker and reached for something near the berth. Sunstreaker arched as something smooth pressed against his valve, pushing into the drenched unit.
Bluestreak spoke, "I'm going to put this device in you, and you can't let it fall out, understood?"
Sunstreaker gasped, "Yes, I understand, Master!"
The device was pressed further up his valve, Bluestreak using a small twisting motion to move it and once it was as deep as Blue could get it, he withdrew his fingers and began working on the other panel, carefully waxing and buffing it, using the cloth to carefully wipe the excess wax away. He bent over and blew on the panel, instructing, "Open, Sunstreaker."
Sunny clicked the panel open, his spike exposing itself and rising slightly from its resting place. Bluestreak blew warm air over the spike and Sunny could feel more fluids rushing to his lower body. He jerked in surprise as warm wax was poured over the spike, followed by a cloth rubbing the wax around the spike, rubbing into the little joints that allowed the metallic rod to extend. Bluestreak paid very careful attention to Sunstreaker's spike, waxing every bit of it and all the while teasing the spike to extend to its fullest. He rubbed the cloth over the spike once more, then reached again for something.
"This is a spike ring," he said, working the ring over Sunny's spike, "and it will prevent you from reaching overload easily." Once the ring was in place, Bluestreak reached up and tugged on Sunstreaker's arms. He released the edge of the berth, bringing his arms down and finding Bluestreak's shoulders. The gunner was working on the blindfold, untying the knot and sliding the cloth away.
"Now, Sunstreaker, I want you to wax me." Bluestreak pushed away from the warrior and gazed down at him. Sunstreaker took a moment to gather himself, then awkwardly swung his legs over the edge of the berth and stood. Bluestreak stretched out on the berth on his front and made himself comfortable. Sunstreaker looked around and found on a table next to the berth the cans of wax warming and a pile of cloths. He picked up one of the cans and dribbled some wax on one of Blue's back plates, then took a cloth and began rubbing the wax over the plate. It was difficult, because his spike seemed to always be in his way and if he spread his legs, the toy started sliding out of his valve, causing him to clench and work the relays around his valve to push the device further up. He persevered, focusing his attention on one plate, one position, working the wax around and then buffing it to a high gloss before shifting to a new plate and finding another position that allowed him to work on Bluestreak without losing the toy or having his spike be too much in his way. Bluestreak's doorwings were another challenge, since they twitched and fluttered as he worked the wax into them. He finally stood, bracing the doorwing against his chest and working over the surfaces, then carefully moving to the other side of the berth, the device rocking in his valve and causing his usually smooth gait to have a hitch. Once Blue's entire backside was done, he touched and indicated Bluestreak should roll over.
It took Bluestreak a couple of minutes to get into a comfortable position - his doorwings had to be spread out and at just the right angle, but once Blue was settled Sunstreaker started waxing him. He started at his feet and worked his way up, paying careful attention to Blue's knees which were quite complex and made of many little plates. He by-passed the groin area and worked up the chest, the device reminding him of its presence with every shift he made. Lubricant continued to drip out his valve and stained his legs all the way down to his knees. Sunstreaker refocused his attention on Blue's arms, carefully holding one arm against his chest as he worked on the wax job, then moving around the berth to the other arm. Bluestreak idly reached over with the already waxed arm and began to play with Sunstreaker's spike, rubbing his thumb over the tip and wrapping his fingers around it, squeezing and stroking the spike. Sunstreaker moaned and thrust into the touch and Bluestreak took his hand away. Sunny sucked cooler air in, attempting to lower his internal temperature, then returned his attention to Blue's arm, tightly clasped against his chest. His hands were shaking and it took him a few moments to refocus and begin working. Bluestreak again began to play with Sunstreaker, running his hand up Sunny's legs and dragging it up to his spike. Sunstreaker resolutely kept his attention on buffing Blue's arm throughout but his legs clenched Blue's hand as it wandered back between his legs and rimmed his valve, gathering the lubricant and stroking up, using that same lubricant to rub the tip of his spike. Sunstreaker finished with Blue's arm and moved so he could work on his neck and helm. Bluestreak allowed him to finish but his gaze was hungry and Sunstreaker was very conscious that his master was watching him closely. After finishing with Blue's helm, Sunny moved down to Blue's legs again and began working on the intimate areas between them, rubbing carefully over the valve cover and buffing it until it shone, then worked on the upper panel.
"Master? Do you want me to, um, do your spike?"
"Hm, yes, Sunstreaker, I do." Bluestreak's optics were glowing with arousal and a small smile curved over his face briefly. Sunstreaker drew in a draught of air to help his cooling fans, arousal shuddering through him at that look. He jerked his attention back down to Bluestreak's body, reaching down and rubbing with his fingers over the panel.
"Sunny, use your mouth."
Sunstreaker bent forward and used his glossa on the panel, then moved over to the leg seam near it and worked his glossa into the wires there, tugging on them and then moving to another spot. He had to pause to work the device back up in his valve - he'd forgotten and it had slipped down, sliding over sensors and sending a wave of arousal that had almost cost him control of his knee joints. He stopped working on Bluestreak as he worked the relays of his valve, getting the toy back where Blue had placed it. When he returned his attention to his master, Bluestreak's spike was extending. Sunny immediately covered it with his mouth, sucking and using his glossa to stimulate the ridges. Bluestreak arched into his mouth and Sunstreaker worked his throat to take the spike deeper. He drew back and looked, deciding it was large enough and poured some warm wax along the shaft and rubbing it in with a clean cloth. He alternated between rubbing and sucking until Blue's spike was as glossy as the rest of his plating then stood back and waited for instructions.
"Mmmm, very good, Sunstreaker. Touch yourself, I want to watch you." So saying, Bluestreak idly began stroking himself, keeping his optics firmly on Sunstreaker. The warrior stood for a moment, gathering himself, then shifted his legs apart and began rimming his valve, gathering lubricant and rubbing in over his fingers before sliding two fingers in. They bumped into the device and it slid down until his fingers thrust it back up. Once he got a rhythm going, he began fisting his spike. The ring didn't deaden the sensors, merely made it more difficult to achieve his overload and his own hand felt so good. All too soon he was working his valve and his spike hard, the approaching overload feeling like an inevitable collision.
"Stop." Bluestreak's voice was firm, and Sunstreaker managed to get his hands away, panting in a futile attempt to get cool air into his body. He was trembling, his hands clenching and unclenching as he fought to keep them away from his body. Bluestreak lifted himself off the berth and wandered over to Sunstreaker, gliding his fingertips over Sunstreaker's arm, up to his shoulder and down his back as he moved to the other side of Sunny. He stroked his hand around Sunny's waist, reaching down and clasping his spike in a firm grip before running his thumb over the tip. Sunny mewled, thrusting his hips forward before he could stop himself. Bluestreak laughed, low and dark, before removing his hand. Sunstreaker whimpered at the loss of his touch, arching towards the warmth of Bluestreak's body. Blue stepped back and Sunstreaker reined himself in, the realization suddenly striking him that this was another manifestation of the trust he needed to have in Bluestreak. Releasing his pain, his arousal, his control, he leaned back and waited. Blue caught on quickly, rewarding him with his heat, his touch, his voice.
"Very good. Excellent. I'm proud of you, Sunstreaker. Let go for me," so saying, Bluestreak wrapped his hand around Sunny's spike and stroked him. Sunny heard a click and the device in his valve started vibrating. The two sensations, in his valve and on his spike, overwhelmed him and threw him into a hard and prolonged overload. He could feel through his own shocks of pleasure that Bluestreak was also overloading, shooting the fluids over Sunstreaker's chest, neck and face. As the pleasure tapered off, Sunstreaker could feel Blue's fluids trickling down his body, marking him, the scent adding to his pleasure. He curled up, the release knocking him down to his hands and knees. Unable to hold himself up, Sunstreaker was disoriented and fell to his side. Warmth curled over him, a voice coming through the darkness.
"Shh, it's alright. I've got you, Sunny. I'm here. I won't let you go." Fingers were around his spike, removing the ring and allowing it to retract while the other hand was continuing to stroke his helm and sooth him.
Sunstreaker sobbed, floundering about until he found Bluestreak and grabbed him, pulling himself around his master and holding on. Bluestreak continued to sooth him, stroking him and whispering to him as Sunstreaker continued sobbing, feeling as if the mental poisons of his life were ebbing away with each gasp for cooling air. He finally calmed and was able to hear the words Bluestreak was whispering to him.
"You're mine. I won't let you go. I'm here, and I'll take care of you. I'm right here, Sunstreaker."
"Blue?" Sunny was tired and his voice came out thready and soft.
"Yes, Sunny?" Bluestreak stroked his thumbs over Sunstreaker's face, smearing the fluids around in a pattern that made sense only to him.
"I love you. I'm so tired." Sunstreaker told him.
"I know. It's alright. Go to sleep, Sunny." Bluestreak moved slightly and kissed Sunstreaker, his lips another method of soothing Sunstreaker. The warrior dropped off into recharge shortly thereafter.
On to part 3