FIC: Volatile Science, Chapter 4
Title: Volatile Science; Chapter 4
Author: odd_stick
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Hasbro and associates.
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Skywarp x Wheeljack (G1)
Prompt: Skywarp/Wheeljack, prompt - upside down for ldot_rivian .
Summary: Teleporting into Wheeljack’s lab without forewarning isn’t a good idea. At least this time there aren’t explosives involved.
Warnings: Pre-War, Flirting, impromptu and inconsistent role playing, accidental bondage
A/N: Bit of a time skip from the last one-shot/chapter. They’ve been dating for the Cybertronian equivalent of a few months by now.
Remember, Skywarp could escape at any time by teleporting; he just doesn’t necessarily want to. >:3 (It helps that not much time has passed.)
PLEASE tell me if you spot any tense errors! (Or any other errors that I missed) :P
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
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Wheeljack can’t help but stare at the spectacle that greets him as he enters his lab. What had once been a (somewhat) organized and tidy array of power cords, connector cables, and assorted wires had turned into a tangled mess. At the center of the colorful chaos, is Skywarp. The seeker is upside down, helm just shy of scraping the floor; his limbs bound haphazardly at angles that look just this side of uncomfortable. Dark wings shift minutely as his body slowly rotates clockwise until the tethers reach their limits and begin unwinding in the opposite direction.
The bored expression on the seeker’s face washes away when his oscillation puts him in a position to see the stunned engineer. Skywarp bares his denta in a wide grin. “You know if you wanted to tie me up you could have just asked. No need to set a trap.”
Wheeljack finally shakes himself out of his temporary paralysis. He steps closer, inspecting the tangled and knotted puzzle before him. “It wasn’t a trap ‘Warp, it was part of an experiment.”
Skywarp reaches the culmination of his counterclockwise turn and the rotation subsequently reverses. “Uh-huh. I can see through your lies! This was all a trap to get me into your devious clutches.”
The smaller mech’s nimble fingers follow the trail of a few promising cords. While he doesn’t speak, his head fins betray his amusement with a barely discernable pulse of light. Spying the giveaway, Skywarp’s optics brighten even as Wheeljack leaves his line of sight. “I’ll never talk! Torture cannot break me!” he brashly exclaims. The illusion of bravado is quickly swept away when the large seeker breaks into a fit of giggles. “Y-you’re tactics will never-never work on me,” he manages to grit out between bouts of laughter.
Though his grin is hidden by the blast mask, Wheeljack happily continues to tickle the sensitive thrusters that are within easy reach. “Still won’t talk?” he inquires, ceasing his attack for a moment to squat down. He tilts his helm to meet the crimson optics.
Vents working hard to cool his systems down, Skywarp manages to gasp out, “N-never.”
“Oh, well, in that case…,” the engineer says as he straightens up and reaches for another ticklish spot.
The seeker jerks in his bonds, as he shouts, “Wait!” The smaller mech holds his outstretched hand still, ready to withdraw or move in for the kill. “Wait,” Skywarp continues now that he has managed to stall the next attack. “You win…but only if you do that one thing with my wings again.”
Wheeljack hums thoughtfully as he lets his fingers come to rest on the seeker’s exposed pedes. “From here, it doesn’t seem as if you’re in much of a bargaining position. What do I get out of this?”
Even hanging upside and tangled in a net of electrical equipment, Skywarp’s saucy grin and confidence shines. “Do you really need to ask?”
The dark seeker has barely enough time to follow the quiet order to brace himself before Wheeljack reaches into the colorful mess of wires around his middle and cuts a few of the cords. He tucks his chin and grunts when he hits the unforgiving floor. The fall is short and Skywarp's frame collapses and unfolds, his own knees nearly knocking him in the face in the process.
He finally settles on his back, giving his systems a moment to recalibrate. When the grounded mech’s face moves into his field of vision, Skywarp smiles up at him. “Wanna join me down here?”
“As much as I’d love to, we don’t have time,” Wheeljack responds apologetically. He offers a hand to the prone seeker. “You don’t want to be late do you?”
Skywarp sighs dramatically as he sits up and grabs the offered hand. “Bah, you’re no fun,” he teases as he lets himself be pulled up. He lets the force of the movement bring him close so that his cockpit bumps against Wheeljack’s chassis. “Would you believe I was trying to get here early?”
The engineer grins behind his mask. “You sure you weren’t just trying to sabotage my experiment so we’d have to stay late?”
Dark fingers drum lightly against the multicolored chassis. “Too bad it didn’t work,” he says as his grin edges towards a leer.
Wheeljack retracts his mask as he grabs the sides of the seeker’s helm and pulls him down for a kiss. Skywarp’s wings perk up and his engine rumbles, but the two eventually part. “How about we pick up where we left off when we get back to my place?” Wheeljack propositions.
“Mmm,” the seeker hums. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
After sliding his mask back in place, Wheeljack grasps his partner’s hand and leads him out of the lab. The colorful mess of wires and cables left forgotten in the dark will have to wait until later.
*****
Author: odd_stick
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Hasbro and associates.
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Skywarp x Wheeljack (G1)
Prompt: Skywarp/Wheeljack, prompt - upside down for ldot_rivian .
Summary: Teleporting into Wheeljack’s lab without forewarning isn’t a good idea. At least this time there aren’t explosives involved.
Warnings: Pre-War, Flirting, impromptu and inconsistent role playing, accidental bondage
A/N: Bit of a time skip from the last one-shot/chapter. They’ve been dating for the Cybertronian equivalent of a few months by now.
Remember, Skywarp could escape at any time by teleporting; he just doesn’t necessarily want to. >:3 (It helps that not much time has passed.)
PLEASE tell me if you spot any tense errors! (Or any other errors that I missed) :P
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
*****
Wheeljack can’t help but stare at the spectacle that greets him as he enters his lab. What had once been a (somewhat) organized and tidy array of power cords, connector cables, and assorted wires had turned into a tangled mess. At the center of the colorful chaos, is Skywarp. The seeker is upside down, helm just shy of scraping the floor; his limbs bound haphazardly at angles that look just this side of uncomfortable. Dark wings shift minutely as his body slowly rotates clockwise until the tethers reach their limits and begin unwinding in the opposite direction.
The bored expression on the seeker’s face washes away when his oscillation puts him in a position to see the stunned engineer. Skywarp bares his denta in a wide grin. “You know if you wanted to tie me up you could have just asked. No need to set a trap.”
Wheeljack finally shakes himself out of his temporary paralysis. He steps closer, inspecting the tangled and knotted puzzle before him. “It wasn’t a trap ‘Warp, it was part of an experiment.”
Skywarp reaches the culmination of his counterclockwise turn and the rotation subsequently reverses. “Uh-huh. I can see through your lies! This was all a trap to get me into your devious clutches.”
The smaller mech’s nimble fingers follow the trail of a few promising cords. While he doesn’t speak, his head fins betray his amusement with a barely discernable pulse of light. Spying the giveaway, Skywarp’s optics brighten even as Wheeljack leaves his line of sight. “I’ll never talk! Torture cannot break me!” he brashly exclaims. The illusion of bravado is quickly swept away when the large seeker breaks into a fit of giggles. “Y-you’re tactics will never-never work on me,” he manages to grit out between bouts of laughter.
Though his grin is hidden by the blast mask, Wheeljack happily continues to tickle the sensitive thrusters that are within easy reach. “Still won’t talk?” he inquires, ceasing his attack for a moment to squat down. He tilts his helm to meet the crimson optics.
Vents working hard to cool his systems down, Skywarp manages to gasp out, “N-never.”
“Oh, well, in that case…,” the engineer says as he straightens up and reaches for another ticklish spot.
The seeker jerks in his bonds, as he shouts, “Wait!” The smaller mech holds his outstretched hand still, ready to withdraw or move in for the kill. “Wait,” Skywarp continues now that he has managed to stall the next attack. “You win…but only if you do that one thing with my wings again.”
Wheeljack hums thoughtfully as he lets his fingers come to rest on the seeker’s exposed pedes. “From here, it doesn’t seem as if you’re in much of a bargaining position. What do I get out of this?”
Even hanging upside and tangled in a net of electrical equipment, Skywarp’s saucy grin and confidence shines. “Do you really need to ask?”
The dark seeker has barely enough time to follow the quiet order to brace himself before Wheeljack reaches into the colorful mess of wires around his middle and cuts a few of the cords. He tucks his chin and grunts when he hits the unforgiving floor. The fall is short and Skywarp's frame collapses and unfolds, his own knees nearly knocking him in the face in the process.
He finally settles on his back, giving his systems a moment to recalibrate. When the grounded mech’s face moves into his field of vision, Skywarp smiles up at him. “Wanna join me down here?”
“As much as I’d love to, we don’t have time,” Wheeljack responds apologetically. He offers a hand to the prone seeker. “You don’t want to be late do you?”
Skywarp sighs dramatically as he sits up and grabs the offered hand. “Bah, you’re no fun,” he teases as he lets himself be pulled up. He lets the force of the movement bring him close so that his cockpit bumps against Wheeljack’s chassis. “Would you believe I was trying to get here early?”
The engineer grins behind his mask. “You sure you weren’t just trying to sabotage my experiment so we’d have to stay late?”
Dark fingers drum lightly against the multicolored chassis. “Too bad it didn’t work,” he says as his grin edges towards a leer.
Wheeljack retracts his mask as he grabs the sides of the seeker’s helm and pulls him down for a kiss. Skywarp’s wings perk up and his engine rumbles, but the two eventually part. “How about we pick up where we left off when we get back to my place?” Wheeljack propositions.
“Mmm,” the seeker hums. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
After sliding his mask back in place, Wheeljack grasps his partner’s hand and leads him out of the lab. The colorful mess of wires and cables left forgotten in the dark will have to wait until later.
*****