Transformers Fic
Title: Wild Ones (4/?)
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: M
Warnings: Future Plug&Play, Sticky, Eventual Gore, Violence from the Beginning.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Most of the Main G1 Cast, Minor 'Going to die in the next chapter or in imminent future' or 'Plot accellerator' OC's.
Pairings: ? (Can't give away secrets! Sorry!)
Summary: Jazz knew having a Crime Boss as an Ex would come back to bite him in the aft...
Flux was late.
Pacing like a caged animal, Bluestreak prowled to and fro across his vantage point, directly opposite from the Kaon City Council headquarters in the city's most luxurious hotel, occasionally pausing to look through his detachable sniper scope as a random bot would exit the building. The grey assassin scowled at the building across from him out of his window, his claws drumming an infuriating rhythm upon the sill.
"Where are you?" he snarled to himself, his engine revving in outrage as he realised he was missing the first half of the Gladiator Tournament not four blocks away, the roar of the crowd in the packed Colosseum was severely dampening his mood as it echoed like a dragon's battle cry around the silent surroundings.
The streets at the time of a Tournament were rightfully empty, the dirt, grime and dust swirling in a lonely foul smog along the roads as the wind drifted through the barren, dangerous streets as every class of Cybertronian in the City gathered for the coveted tournaments. His blue optics narrowed in fury as his target finally trotted out into the deserted street, his doorwings raised in high spirits as a pleasure femme, clearly one of the Council's hand-me-downs, ghosted her servos over the appendages. "Letting a pleasure drone touch your doorwings?" he clucked in disapproval, crouching down to re-magnetise his scope to his trusted rifle, the careful circle of glass he had cut with a laser, the perfect fit for his rifle's barrel and the muffler attached. "A mate's privilege, how low you've fallen in just a few joors…"
To be fair to his victim, Flux's deactivation was painless. A simple bolt of acidic plasma energy, an ancient Enforcer Family brew, was fired directly into the chest plates, the highly acidic Ph of the hot plasma chewed through the chest armour and spark chamber before the plasma imploded the spark. Silverstreak, Assassin of the Enforcer Family, never missed, it wasn't in his programming.
It was almost beautiful, the way that the green mech's frame recoiled back from the force of the blow, his companion stumbling as a green doorwing smacked her in the faceplate. Golden optics fluxed in misunderstanding before going dark forever, a delayed spray of energon exploding from the hole his plasma bullet had left in his chest plates. The Pleasure femme screeched in shock, stumbling back as the frame of her score collapsed onto the street, several gutter dwellers already leering from the alleyways, optics glowing garnet in their shadows.
Silverstreak chuckled, withdrawing his rifle's barrel from the hole in the glass, waving off the discharge of smoke that wafted from inside the gun. He subspaced his treasure, turning on his heel to the two other occupants of the room that were mag-cuffed to their berth, the two lovers, one beaten and dented, watching him with a prey like terror as he blew them an almost innocent kiss. "Don't wait up!" he cooed.
===Praxus===
"Prowl…"
"Jazz…" the voice drawled back, talons still anchored upon his chest plates, white and black doorwings cast high like an angel of Primus. "Long time no see, my love."
"I'm not your love." The saboteur bit back, regaining some of the ground he had lost in his shock at the Praxian's appearance. "Maybe once, never again."
The black and white mech, the compliment to his own colouring made a disapproving noise, his blue optics narrowing like a lazy predator knowing his prey was an easy meal. "You really shouldn't say things that aren't true."
"Swallow your own words, Spark Breaker!" Jazz retorted with a furious snarl of his engine, attempting to strike out, lunging from his chair as the winged mech lurched back with a flash of pleasured surprise, the doorwings stabilising Prowl's fast movements with precise shivers and twitches.
"Says the mech who left me at the Altar of Primus on our Bonding Day," the black and white mech snapped back, his sudden change from placid tormentor to demon of the night, catching the captured Autobot by surprise as he was struck across the faceplate with the Praxian's claws, the sharp burn of pain raking across his cheek plating as metal flesh was torn asunder from the force of the strike.
The saboteur stumbled from the blow, his HUD flashing warnings of burst energon veins as he raised a shaking servo to his cheek plating, his vents heaving in surprise as he examined the glowing lifeforce pasted across his fingers. "You dare speak of Spark Break to me?" the monotone voice demanded, heavy venting calming abruptly into an even beat from across the room where the star of his haunted dreams stood examining his energon encrusted claws, the tips, lined with Cybertanium, Cybertron's hardest metal, glinting pink with Jazz's lifeblood. "Femmes, mechs, I've tried them all in an attempt to forget you." Prowl continued as his ex-lover backed slowly towards the wall beside the window, following the saboteur with a devil's temper. "But they didn't work; they just turned into you at the peak of overload. How is it possible for you to haunt me while you are still among the activated?"
"I don't intentionally do it." Jazz tried to placate the dangerous mech that advanced towards him, doorwings splayed, murder flashing in the cool lenses of his optics. He turned his helm, his saboteur programming kicking in, analysing the danger and exit routes. Every micro-inch screamed at him to run, tried to rationalise that his cover had been compromised and to call in backup. But he couldn't, Praxus was neutral, it was off-limits to everybot who wasn't escaping the War that cocooned his living Pit.
"But it happens." Prowl hissed, his quarry backed against the wall, servos splayed on the cool metal either side of the saboteur's helm, his chevroned helm leaning close into Jazz's personal space, their olfactory sensors almost brushing. "And you…"
The Autobot took his chance to strike, his fist curled against the wall struck like a cobra, his knuckles grazing the Praxian's faceplate as the Head of the Enforcer Family leaned back with a roar of anger, his claws raking Jazz's shoulders when the saboteur leapt for the window, crashing through the glass with a liberating cry of panicked freedom.
The saboteur hit the ground with a painful flying roll, hissing as he felt a joint in his arm snap with the pressure. He struggled to his pedes retreating to a safe distance as he saw Prowl, his personal demon from the Pit, staring down at him with an amused smirk that had broken through his tight emotional rein he had placed on himself. An old frequency flared to life as the Autobot turned and ran, shivering in revulsion as he escaped through the gates that opened for him, the living crystal gate humming with a spiritual cry, it had been an orchestrated escape, and Jazz had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. But that didn't matter to him, all that mattered, was getting as far away from Praxus as possible and back to the gates of Iacon, where hopefully, the world would once again begin to make sense.
"We'll be seeing each other again soon, my Jazz." The monotone voice sighed through the frequency, a taste of wistful longing hidden deep in the rumble, "I'll make sure of it…"
===The Pits===
Bluestreak grinned, his glossa silvery and flicking like a snake, licked over his lip plates in pleasure, wetting the metal he chewed on as he was entranced by the gleaming gold gladiator that accepted the roars and applause of the crowds for the spectacular slaughter of a criminal mech. It could have been an innocent mech for all Bluestreak cared, he was just here for his obsession.
His neighbouring spectator cursed, immediately onto a communication link with a friend or boss telling him a deal was off as Bluestreak rose, wandering down the stands towards the Gladiator's Exit from the Pit into their berth quarters. He slunk into a shadow with a dark glower as his golden Gladiator passed by his hiding place, loudly calling to the Pit Master for a pleasure mech or femme to be sent to his quarters. He raised his servo, forming a circle with his thumb and forefinger around the Gladiator Sunstreaker's form as he turned into his berth room, before forming a fist almost as if he had grabbed the mech into his palm. "Mine." He hissed with a pleasured purr."All mine… but first… a little acting will be called for…"
He drooped his doorwings and widened his optics, his expression turning troubled and scared, stepping from his hiding place right into the Pit Master's path, the huge hulking purple mech grunting as the grey Praxian fell dramatically onto his aft with a cry of terror. Gone was the demonic Enforcer Family Assassin, replaced by the most damning ruse of an innocent, angelic and naïve Praxian mech lost, far from home. It was his favourite act.
"You, what are you doing here?" the Pit Master snapped, grabbing the grey mech by the scruff bar and hauling him upright, shoving him down the corridor, swatting a stray doorwing out of the way as he pushed, "Room 4, now, you stupid pleasure bot!"
"Oh I'm no pleasure mech!" Bluestreak babbled innocently, inwardly growling as he shoved towards his gladiator's door, mentally marking the mech onto his 'Silence List'. "I got lost on my way back to my seat, and some nice little minibot pointed me in this direction and…
"Sure, kid. Just get in there, keep him happy and try not to deactivate in the process." The behemoth grumbled, interrupting the young mech's monologue, shoving the Praxian forcefully through the door that hissed open with a beep and tossing the smaller grey mech into the dimly lit room.
===Sunstreaker===
The energon wouldn't come off.
The pink stains crisscrossed his arms as he took the polishing cloth to them, scrubbing forcefully, his servo gears whining and grinding as he clenched his fist with too much pressure. The liquid seemed to come alive, winding around his fore-plating and up towards his helm. Life-energy shouldn't do that, his mind whispered in paranoia, get it off, scrub it off harder, make yourself clean!
It wouldn't come off.
His door hissed open, a young mech stumbling into his door with a yelp with a forceful push from the Pit Master. "Enjoy." The purple mech grumbled before turning on his heel and closing the door behind him.
Pleasure would get rid of his delusions, it always did.
"Hi, my name is Bluestreak." The smaller mech chattered, shattering his last moments of peace before his world became a whirlwind of pleasure, heat and tangled electromagnetic fields. "What's your name? Weren't you the Gladiator just on? You were really impressive and…
"I don't care what your name is." He grumbled, beckoning the mech over with a demanding 'come hither' gesture, flopping back onto his berth, staring up at the dirt covered ceiling with a sour growl. "Just 'face with me."
"It was really cool how you… wha?" the Praxian chirruped like a sparkling, his vocaliser dying off with a static filled sound of surprise.
"Just get over here." The gold mech demanded, reaching out and dragging the mech forward, pulling the Praxian on top of him, so that the red highlighted hips were straddling his thighs.
"Sticky or Plug 'n' Play?" the red highlighted mech suddenly asked, leaning forward with a foxy expression crossing his faceplate, whispering shyly, taking the gladiator by surprise as he began to fondle wiring beneath the golden plating. "I prefer Plug 'n' Play myself, might get a sparkling if we try having a sticky interface session."
"Aren't you a pleasant surprise," Sunstreaker said , with a pleased rumble as his visions of ghostly energon evaporated, his vents huffing appreciatively as Bluestreak stroked his plating, fingertips of silver bright with hooked points, tapped and skittered over his armour, hooking underneath plains of recently polished gold, tickling, teasing and tugging at the wiring like a curious sparkling.
"I'm a big fan of yours." The grey mech breathed huskily, cooling fans whirring on as he squirmed against the thighs he sat on, grinding temptingly against the warm gold interface panel below him, working feverishly to reveal his prize. "I know all your secrets." He whispered, leaning forward to deliver the statement to Sunstreaker's audios himself, moving down as his optics flickering a low seductive shade, letting his glossa flicker out like a cyber snake testing the air, against the gladiator's oh-so-tempting lip plates.
"Not all." The warrior whispered back, with an amused chuckle as he gripped the mech's helm and dragged him down into a harsh kiss.
Their glossae tangled, like two mating Adders, denta nipping and engines rumbling as their bodies surged together, prevented from truly connecting as their panels remained closed.
"Give up yet?" Bluestreak purred, his claws tugging and stroking wires, concentrating his EM field into his fingers, delivering tiny electric pulses into every wire he touched, heightening the gladiator's heated pleasure as energy locked and released joints and tender nerve wires in a painfully erotic tempo.
The golden mech purred, as the mech above him reached down to claw at his interface panel, sharp points leaving smooth grooves in the gold paint that flaked away at the demanding stroke. The warrior hissed, as he felt his upper panel auto-release, the Socket and Plug resting side by side, both flickering with a tingle of excess energy, prepared for a hardline connection.
Silver tipped claws danced over the components, a hooked curve scratching at the USB like Plug as the gladiator writhed with a pleased whine, crying out as a grey servo drew out the Plug, the gold cable extending from its internal reel, the quiet whirr and click seeming to echo as Bluestreak tugged it all the way out, examining the Plug critically almost as if he was checking for contaminants.
Puzzled, he reached out, his thumbs massaging the hip armour of his berth partner, his bright fingers delving into wiring vital for locomotion and oh-so-sensitive to touch. "So impatient," he partner teased as the grey upper panel finally slid open, reaching in with an almost urgent motion and tugging out the Plug, twisting both gold and grey together in a helix, raising both ends to his lip plates to lick the lightning from their tips before he struck their Plugs in the opposite's Sockets like Primus' Judgement.
He swallowed the Gladiator's passionate cry with a kiss, the lightning from their Plugs conducted onto his glossa rippling back and forth between their oral cavities.
The two hardlines pulsed, energy jumping between the entwined Plug cables as they forcefully tried to dominate the other. Bluestreak's pulses were like waves, never receding for long, before washing over his heated response with a cocoon of ice.
The waves of cold mindless data had him in its coils, a scarf of pulsing, bitter chill, before an unexpected heat cut through his bliss hazed processor. It blistered and evaporated the coding of his obsession with being clean; halving it with an almost agonising tear that only heightened his approaching overload. Cold data flooded into the space, as he stared up at his berth partner that smiled down at him like a fallen Primus angel. The pulsing data filled the hole in his coding, an obsession taking root. He could already see his future dreams of a grey Praxian dancing erotically and grinding into his beautiful paint.
"You're mine Sunstreaker." The Praxian, Bluestreak, his obsession, whispered, as they both crested the peak of overload, their EM fields Crackling with pure blue lightning, a mutal obsession now shared. "You're all mine…"
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: M
Warnings: Future Plug&Play, Sticky, Eventual Gore, Violence from the Beginning.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Most of the Main G1 Cast, Minor 'Going to die in the next chapter or in imminent future' or 'Plot accellerator' OC's.
Pairings: ? (Can't give away secrets! Sorry!)
Summary: Jazz knew having a Crime Boss as an Ex would come back to bite him in the aft...
Flux was late.
Pacing like a caged animal, Bluestreak prowled to and fro across his vantage point, directly opposite from the Kaon City Council headquarters in the city's most luxurious hotel, occasionally pausing to look through his detachable sniper scope as a random bot would exit the building. The grey assassin scowled at the building across from him out of his window, his claws drumming an infuriating rhythm upon the sill.
"Where are you?" he snarled to himself, his engine revving in outrage as he realised he was missing the first half of the Gladiator Tournament not four blocks away, the roar of the crowd in the packed Colosseum was severely dampening his mood as it echoed like a dragon's battle cry around the silent surroundings.
The streets at the time of a Tournament were rightfully empty, the dirt, grime and dust swirling in a lonely foul smog along the roads as the wind drifted through the barren, dangerous streets as every class of Cybertronian in the City gathered for the coveted tournaments. His blue optics narrowed in fury as his target finally trotted out into the deserted street, his doorwings raised in high spirits as a pleasure femme, clearly one of the Council's hand-me-downs, ghosted her servos over the appendages. "Letting a pleasure drone touch your doorwings?" he clucked in disapproval, crouching down to re-magnetise his scope to his trusted rifle, the careful circle of glass he had cut with a laser, the perfect fit for his rifle's barrel and the muffler attached. "A mate's privilege, how low you've fallen in just a few joors…"
To be fair to his victim, Flux's deactivation was painless. A simple bolt of acidic plasma energy, an ancient Enforcer Family brew, was fired directly into the chest plates, the highly acidic Ph of the hot plasma chewed through the chest armour and spark chamber before the plasma imploded the spark. Silverstreak, Assassin of the Enforcer Family, never missed, it wasn't in his programming.
It was almost beautiful, the way that the green mech's frame recoiled back from the force of the blow, his companion stumbling as a green doorwing smacked her in the faceplate. Golden optics fluxed in misunderstanding before going dark forever, a delayed spray of energon exploding from the hole his plasma bullet had left in his chest plates. The Pleasure femme screeched in shock, stumbling back as the frame of her score collapsed onto the street, several gutter dwellers already leering from the alleyways, optics glowing garnet in their shadows.
Silverstreak chuckled, withdrawing his rifle's barrel from the hole in the glass, waving off the discharge of smoke that wafted from inside the gun. He subspaced his treasure, turning on his heel to the two other occupants of the room that were mag-cuffed to their berth, the two lovers, one beaten and dented, watching him with a prey like terror as he blew them an almost innocent kiss. "Don't wait up!" he cooed.
===Praxus===
"Prowl…"
"Jazz…" the voice drawled back, talons still anchored upon his chest plates, white and black doorwings cast high like an angel of Primus. "Long time no see, my love."
"I'm not your love." The saboteur bit back, regaining some of the ground he had lost in his shock at the Praxian's appearance. "Maybe once, never again."
The black and white mech, the compliment to his own colouring made a disapproving noise, his blue optics narrowing like a lazy predator knowing his prey was an easy meal. "You really shouldn't say things that aren't true."
"Swallow your own words, Spark Breaker!" Jazz retorted with a furious snarl of his engine, attempting to strike out, lunging from his chair as the winged mech lurched back with a flash of pleasured surprise, the doorwings stabilising Prowl's fast movements with precise shivers and twitches.
"Says the mech who left me at the Altar of Primus on our Bonding Day," the black and white mech snapped back, his sudden change from placid tormentor to demon of the night, catching the captured Autobot by surprise as he was struck across the faceplate with the Praxian's claws, the sharp burn of pain raking across his cheek plating as metal flesh was torn asunder from the force of the strike.
The saboteur stumbled from the blow, his HUD flashing warnings of burst energon veins as he raised a shaking servo to his cheek plating, his vents heaving in surprise as he examined the glowing lifeforce pasted across his fingers. "You dare speak of Spark Break to me?" the monotone voice demanded, heavy venting calming abruptly into an even beat from across the room where the star of his haunted dreams stood examining his energon encrusted claws, the tips, lined with Cybertanium, Cybertron's hardest metal, glinting pink with Jazz's lifeblood. "Femmes, mechs, I've tried them all in an attempt to forget you." Prowl continued as his ex-lover backed slowly towards the wall beside the window, following the saboteur with a devil's temper. "But they didn't work; they just turned into you at the peak of overload. How is it possible for you to haunt me while you are still among the activated?"
"I don't intentionally do it." Jazz tried to placate the dangerous mech that advanced towards him, doorwings splayed, murder flashing in the cool lenses of his optics. He turned his helm, his saboteur programming kicking in, analysing the danger and exit routes. Every micro-inch screamed at him to run, tried to rationalise that his cover had been compromised and to call in backup. But he couldn't, Praxus was neutral, it was off-limits to everybot who wasn't escaping the War that cocooned his living Pit.
"But it happens." Prowl hissed, his quarry backed against the wall, servos splayed on the cool metal either side of the saboteur's helm, his chevroned helm leaning close into Jazz's personal space, their olfactory sensors almost brushing. "And you…"
The Autobot took his chance to strike, his fist curled against the wall struck like a cobra, his knuckles grazing the Praxian's faceplate as the Head of the Enforcer Family leaned back with a roar of anger, his claws raking Jazz's shoulders when the saboteur leapt for the window, crashing through the glass with a liberating cry of panicked freedom.
The saboteur hit the ground with a painful flying roll, hissing as he felt a joint in his arm snap with the pressure. He struggled to his pedes retreating to a safe distance as he saw Prowl, his personal demon from the Pit, staring down at him with an amused smirk that had broken through his tight emotional rein he had placed on himself. An old frequency flared to life as the Autobot turned and ran, shivering in revulsion as he escaped through the gates that opened for him, the living crystal gate humming with a spiritual cry, it had been an orchestrated escape, and Jazz had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. But that didn't matter to him, all that mattered, was getting as far away from Praxus as possible and back to the gates of Iacon, where hopefully, the world would once again begin to make sense.
"We'll be seeing each other again soon, my Jazz." The monotone voice sighed through the frequency, a taste of wistful longing hidden deep in the rumble, "I'll make sure of it…"
===The Pits===
Bluestreak grinned, his glossa silvery and flicking like a snake, licked over his lip plates in pleasure, wetting the metal he chewed on as he was entranced by the gleaming gold gladiator that accepted the roars and applause of the crowds for the spectacular slaughter of a criminal mech. It could have been an innocent mech for all Bluestreak cared, he was just here for his obsession.
His neighbouring spectator cursed, immediately onto a communication link with a friend or boss telling him a deal was off as Bluestreak rose, wandering down the stands towards the Gladiator's Exit from the Pit into their berth quarters. He slunk into a shadow with a dark glower as his golden Gladiator passed by his hiding place, loudly calling to the Pit Master for a pleasure mech or femme to be sent to his quarters. He raised his servo, forming a circle with his thumb and forefinger around the Gladiator Sunstreaker's form as he turned into his berth room, before forming a fist almost as if he had grabbed the mech into his palm. "Mine." He hissed with a pleasured purr."All mine… but first… a little acting will be called for…"
He drooped his doorwings and widened his optics, his expression turning troubled and scared, stepping from his hiding place right into the Pit Master's path, the huge hulking purple mech grunting as the grey Praxian fell dramatically onto his aft with a cry of terror. Gone was the demonic Enforcer Family Assassin, replaced by the most damning ruse of an innocent, angelic and naïve Praxian mech lost, far from home. It was his favourite act.
"You, what are you doing here?" the Pit Master snapped, grabbing the grey mech by the scruff bar and hauling him upright, shoving him down the corridor, swatting a stray doorwing out of the way as he pushed, "Room 4, now, you stupid pleasure bot!"
"Oh I'm no pleasure mech!" Bluestreak babbled innocently, inwardly growling as he shoved towards his gladiator's door, mentally marking the mech onto his 'Silence List'. "I got lost on my way back to my seat, and some nice little minibot pointed me in this direction and…
"Sure, kid. Just get in there, keep him happy and try not to deactivate in the process." The behemoth grumbled, interrupting the young mech's monologue, shoving the Praxian forcefully through the door that hissed open with a beep and tossing the smaller grey mech into the dimly lit room.
===Sunstreaker===
The energon wouldn't come off.
The pink stains crisscrossed his arms as he took the polishing cloth to them, scrubbing forcefully, his servo gears whining and grinding as he clenched his fist with too much pressure. The liquid seemed to come alive, winding around his fore-plating and up towards his helm. Life-energy shouldn't do that, his mind whispered in paranoia, get it off, scrub it off harder, make yourself clean!
It wouldn't come off.
His door hissed open, a young mech stumbling into his door with a yelp with a forceful push from the Pit Master. "Enjoy." The purple mech grumbled before turning on his heel and closing the door behind him.
Pleasure would get rid of his delusions, it always did.
"Hi, my name is Bluestreak." The smaller mech chattered, shattering his last moments of peace before his world became a whirlwind of pleasure, heat and tangled electromagnetic fields. "What's your name? Weren't you the Gladiator just on? You were really impressive and…
"I don't care what your name is." He grumbled, beckoning the mech over with a demanding 'come hither' gesture, flopping back onto his berth, staring up at the dirt covered ceiling with a sour growl. "Just 'face with me."
"It was really cool how you… wha?" the Praxian chirruped like a sparkling, his vocaliser dying off with a static filled sound of surprise.
"Just get over here." The gold mech demanded, reaching out and dragging the mech forward, pulling the Praxian on top of him, so that the red highlighted hips were straddling his thighs.
"Sticky or Plug 'n' Play?" the red highlighted mech suddenly asked, leaning forward with a foxy expression crossing his faceplate, whispering shyly, taking the gladiator by surprise as he began to fondle wiring beneath the golden plating. "I prefer Plug 'n' Play myself, might get a sparkling if we try having a sticky interface session."
"Aren't you a pleasant surprise," Sunstreaker said , with a pleased rumble as his visions of ghostly energon evaporated, his vents huffing appreciatively as Bluestreak stroked his plating, fingertips of silver bright with hooked points, tapped and skittered over his armour, hooking underneath plains of recently polished gold, tickling, teasing and tugging at the wiring like a curious sparkling.
"I'm a big fan of yours." The grey mech breathed huskily, cooling fans whirring on as he squirmed against the thighs he sat on, grinding temptingly against the warm gold interface panel below him, working feverishly to reveal his prize. "I know all your secrets." He whispered, leaning forward to deliver the statement to Sunstreaker's audios himself, moving down as his optics flickering a low seductive shade, letting his glossa flicker out like a cyber snake testing the air, against the gladiator's oh-so-tempting lip plates.
"Not all." The warrior whispered back, with an amused chuckle as he gripped the mech's helm and dragged him down into a harsh kiss.
Their glossae tangled, like two mating Adders, denta nipping and engines rumbling as their bodies surged together, prevented from truly connecting as their panels remained closed.
"Give up yet?" Bluestreak purred, his claws tugging and stroking wires, concentrating his EM field into his fingers, delivering tiny electric pulses into every wire he touched, heightening the gladiator's heated pleasure as energy locked and released joints and tender nerve wires in a painfully erotic tempo.
The golden mech purred, as the mech above him reached down to claw at his interface panel, sharp points leaving smooth grooves in the gold paint that flaked away at the demanding stroke. The warrior hissed, as he felt his upper panel auto-release, the Socket and Plug resting side by side, both flickering with a tingle of excess energy, prepared for a hardline connection.
Silver tipped claws danced over the components, a hooked curve scratching at the USB like Plug as the gladiator writhed with a pleased whine, crying out as a grey servo drew out the Plug, the gold cable extending from its internal reel, the quiet whirr and click seeming to echo as Bluestreak tugged it all the way out, examining the Plug critically almost as if he was checking for contaminants.
Puzzled, he reached out, his thumbs massaging the hip armour of his berth partner, his bright fingers delving into wiring vital for locomotion and oh-so-sensitive to touch. "So impatient," he partner teased as the grey upper panel finally slid open, reaching in with an almost urgent motion and tugging out the Plug, twisting both gold and grey together in a helix, raising both ends to his lip plates to lick the lightning from their tips before he struck their Plugs in the opposite's Sockets like Primus' Judgement.
He swallowed the Gladiator's passionate cry with a kiss, the lightning from their Plugs conducted onto his glossa rippling back and forth between their oral cavities.
The two hardlines pulsed, energy jumping between the entwined Plug cables as they forcefully tried to dominate the other. Bluestreak's pulses were like waves, never receding for long, before washing over his heated response with a cocoon of ice.
The waves of cold mindless data had him in its coils, a scarf of pulsing, bitter chill, before an unexpected heat cut through his bliss hazed processor. It blistered and evaporated the coding of his obsession with being clean; halving it with an almost agonising tear that only heightened his approaching overload. Cold data flooded into the space, as he stared up at his berth partner that smiled down at him like a fallen Primus angel. The pulsing data filled the hole in his coding, an obsession taking root. He could already see his future dreams of a grey Praxian dancing erotically and grinding into his beautiful paint.
"You're mine Sunstreaker." The Praxian, Bluestreak, his obsession, whispered, as they both crested the peak of overload, their EM fields Crackling with pure blue lightning, a mutal obsession now shared. "You're all mine…"