Transformers OC Slash :3
Some totally unfinished TF OC slash. I cut it out right at the part most people like, so.. yeah.. just foreplay :'D
I lost the idea QAQ
The mech was sandwiched squarely between the two, Phantom's arms wrapped around him to keep him from moving to much, as Breakout set his full weight on him. His face was an angry snarl, the signs of punishment already visible on their shaken prisoner. But Breakout was growing bored of him; his offense hadn't even been that notable. A rather harsh insult to Phantom was all it was. Breakout cast his friend a glance, watching as the mech's optics laid on their captor. He had his back to the wall, leg wrapped partially around the stranger for better control. Breakout pressed a little harder against the prisoner, shifting his weight lower against the body. Phantom had clear reaction, his mouth twitching a little. Interesting.
The tremble from the mech beneath him brought Breakout back to the present, and his optics drifted lazily back into place, looking him up and down. He was a defiant one, but that would only last so long.
“Ready to apologize yet?” Break murmered, dragging one of claws down the flier's cockpit. He'd already torn into the wings a great deal, reveling in the unabated screams he'd been able to pull from the mech. What was his name again? Captor. How fitting.
The red optics stared up at his torturer, hinting he was almost ready to break. But the wad of energon he spat at Breakout informed him he wasn't /quite/ ready. So the Ascari encouraged him. He grasped one of Phantom's servos, drawing it up and placeing it on Captor's helm. The Mercedes took the hint and add his other servo, drawing the head back. Slowly, Break dragged his claws against the neck digging deeper as he went. The flier squirmed between the two, but made no noise.
“You best say it before I start cutting into your vocalizer,” Break purred, running is glossia over the neck to lap up the spilled energon. He sneered angrily when he got no reply, and he removed his claws, instead setting his arm against the neck for stability. His servo reached out for the wing, and Phantom release Captor's helm, letting him look Break in the optic again.
“Say goodbye to your wing, then” That struck a nerve in the jet, and his optics shot to the side as the claws dug into to the already damaged appendage. The screams came loud and quickly and Break began to push and pull, the metal starting to bend under the pressure. Phantom added him with his own hand, leaning down a little to run his tongue over the newly exposed circuts and wiring.
“Augh! N-no! Stop!” the jet was too afraid to pull away, for fear it might do more damage. Break mercifully listened to the plea, his optics looking expectantly at Captor. “I-I'm sorry,” the jet chocked, taking some deep intakes as the pain subsided a little. “Primus damn, I'm sorry I ever said it!”
Break gaze him a hard stare for a moment, then took the weight off of the mech, Phantom following his cue and letting go as well, pushing Captor forward. He was good at that; following Break's example. But at the soldier took a moment to study his friend, he let a sly smile slide on to his faceplate, noting the slight red on his cheeks. Perhaps the writhing bot between them had turned his thoughts to something besides torture.
Suddenly uninterested, Break looked down at Captor as he was bent over on the floor, his servos gingerly running over his sensitive, wounded wings. “Get your aft out of here,” Break snarled. Captor shot him a hard-edged look, but complied wordlessly. This was not the first time they'd had a negative encounter, and it was certainly going to escilate into another fight now. But that was a different matter. The mech stumbled out quickly.
Phantom let a small sigh, stretching a little as the room became occupied by just the two. “Good show,” he murmered with a smile, averting his gaze from Break. But Breakout gave him a long look over, his optics eating up the blue and black decepticon.
“I've got an even better one in mind,” he purred. He smiled as Phantom went a little rigid, his optics darting to his companion.
“W-what?” That was certaintly Phantom- instantly flustered the second anything suggestive happened. But Breakout found that kind of cute.
Breakout rolled his servo, giving a shrug as he tried to casually move closer. “I mean... what kind of friend would I be if I just left you here, all heated without a bit of release?”
“But.. that has nothing to do with what- A-and, I'm not-” the confused look Phantom was making turned into startled, wide optics as Break pushed him against the wall, a strong purr emanating from his engine. Before he could begin his useless protests, Breakout forced a kiss on to him, the blue mech shuttering his optics. But it wasn't long until he reciprocated, turning into something more passionate.
“mmmm, that's more like it.” Break laughed, his voice low as he broke their kiss. He let his optics wander with lust up and down his new captive, trying to decide between 'facing him quick, or drawing out the torture. As Phantom lifted his leg and pressed it against the Ascari's thigh, he could tell what his friend wanted. His glowing red optics as he rolled his head back screamed get it over with. The long way it was, then. And Phantom could easily tell the red con's thoughts by the way he smiled, illicting a groan of mixed annoyance and anticipation.
Break took advantage of the exposed neck, clutching Phantom's hips as he nuzzled the cables. Phantom let out a happy noise, shuddering a bit beneath his friend. Still as sensitive as always there; it was always Break's fallback when trying to convince the con to do something.
The nuzzling advanced, turning into soft kisses. Phantom took his own arms and slung them over Break's shoulders, wrapping them around his neck as he tried to draw him closer. But the pushiness annoyed the soldier, and he made it known by giving Phan a sharp bite. The blue mech withdrew a little, a frown finding it's way on to his face as he snarled.
“Don't be such an ass about it, Break,” he warned, optics glowing. He emphasized his point by scratching his servos across his lover's back, cutting into the plating. The Ascari arced a little, the mixture of pain and pleasure not helping Phantom's standing with him at all.
“Stop it,” he snapped, drawing back as well. The sniper only gave him an angry glare. With a humph, Break detached his servo from his friend's side, sending it down to Phantom's port. The sniper bit his lip, quickly loosing his angry scowl as he pressed into Breakout. But the red con paused, realizing this is exactly what Phantom wanted; a quick release. He let out a small chuckle and slowly trailed his servo upward again.
“Ohhh, clever you,” he leaned into him, pressing his lips to the silver cheeks, “but not yet.” Phantom was obviously annoyed, as he pulled away from the soft kiss, continuing to give Break an unhappy look. But the older mech was unaffected, using a servo to forcefully draw Phantom's chin back, giving him another kiss on the lips. As he occupied his victim with that, the other servo found it's way into the plate right above the hips, digging into the sensitive wire. Phantom broke the kiss to let out a small cry, pressing his forehead into Break's.
Phantom began to pull one of his own servos down the Ascari's hood, his touch feather light as he did so. His companion rumbled happily at the soft feeling, taking a moment to revel in the sensations. But he quickly set back to work, releasing the chin. As the soft strokes aroused him, he wanted to make his victim cry out again, and doubled his assault. The lips traced over the ridges of the neck cables as the servo returned to tweaking at the hidden wires. Phantom lost all sense of purpose for that moment, the weight of Breakout being the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor. His servo clutched tightly at Break's neck as he enjoyed the torture, letting out a louder cry. But it was a double edged sword, as now he found himself even more desperate to find relief.
The apparent weakness of his captive did more to excite Break than anything else. He continued to toy with the wires for a few moment, enjoying the small noises he was drawing from the mech. But soon the Mercedes began to reciprocate again. His one servo remained tightly slung around the red bot's neck, but the other went far lower, teasing the area between Breakout's inner thigh and hip. It was enough to cause the soldier pause for a moment, a sharp intake the only clue that he appreciated the effort. He was much harder to get a response out of then the boisterous sniper.
Break shifted his leg a little closer, making it easier for Phantom to reach the deeper wires. But unlike his younger companion, he was not as easily distracted, and pressed on with his assault. Unwilling to leave the neck alone, as thats what got the best responses, the Ascari used his free servo to grasp at Phantom's “ears”, running his fingers along their length. The motion made the blue mech seize up for a moment, his fingers clutching tightly at the wires in Break's leg. The sudden jolt of sensation made the soldier moan, in his weakness pressing the leg even tighter into his lover's grasp. His fingers continued to trace the ears, the other servo finally releasing the wires to wrap around Phantom's waist. His cheek nuzzled the mech's neck, drawing another shudder from him. He could feel himself heating up as the blue mech's exploration of his inner leg continued. The fingers left the wires alone for a moment to trail over the codpiece, trying to entice Breakout to move on. With a growl of pleasure he drew Phantom closer, murmmering into his audios. “To the berth?”
“mmmm,” was Phantom's only reply as he buried his face in the warm neck of his friend. Unwilling to draw away from him for even a moment, he instead wrapped his legs around the Ascari. Breakout responded quickly, placing his servo on the Mercede's aft to lift him up, carrying him quickly over to the berth. He deposited him on the edge, pressing his lips against the sniper's as the legs released, Phantom now resting lower then Break. This kiss came with a glossia begging for entrance into his mouth, and Phantom quickly obliged, enjoying the sensation as the tongue explored the new cavity.
The blue con's arms found their way around Breakout's waste, drawing him down on top of the mech. For once he didn't fight the gesture. Phantom scooted upwards so their heights were more even, the Ascari's legs resting on either side of his hips. The movement amused Break, and he broke the kiss, sliding backwards a little. Phantom groaned unhappily, but was quickly quieted as the soldier began to trail kisses down his hood. The servos around the Ascari's waist rose upwards, digging more scratches into the paint in frustration. It only made Break laugh a little this time, too full of lust to threaten to stop his actions now. Normally he would, but it seemed just as much a punishment to himself as it was Phantom.
The kisses trailed lower and lower, teasing Phantom with the idea he might be getting somewhere. But as soon has he neared the codpiece, Break moved up again. His only mercy was a playfully ghosting touch near the port, causing the Mercedes to moan. He snapped his hips upwards into the hand, but the red con drew back quickly with a devilish smile.
Phantom snarled with anger. “I hate you.”
Break's only response was to slide upwards, placing all of his weight down as he straddled the blue hips again. “The more you complain, the longer I'll take,” he murmured. Phantom's angry expression changed to an almost pained one, and he rolled his head back, shuttering his optics. To help smooth things over a bit, the soldier leaned down and nuzzled his friend's cheek. Surprisingly, a pair of lips quickly pressed against his own cheek, running along until they were matched with Break's lips. This time it was Phantom's tongue doing most of the exploring, his servo wandering up to clasp the back of Breakout's helm. Neither did he relent in trying to encourage Break to work faster, using his legs to press their hips together. Break forcefully pushed him back down and Phantom rumbled angrily, breaking off the kiss to spite him. The Ascari wasn't about to let him get away with it, though. He leaned forward and caught the lips again. nibbling on their edge. After a moment of resistance, the Mercedes returned the favor, and the two fell into a passionate kiss.
Once again relying on distraction, Break transformed one of his claws, digging into the plating under Phantom's hood. The unexpected sensation caused him to arc his back upwards, moaning his pleasure. The red mech let out a small laugh, digging his fingers in deep. The prolonged torture was serving to embrazen the sniper, as he mimiced Breakout's postion of hands, only to greater effect. While his claws were good for digging into the sensitive area, Phantom was more skilled. Despite all efforts to control himself, the sports car shuttered his optics and groaned, squirming a little as Phantom massaged the sensitive area beneath his hood. It became enough of a distraction for the sniper to easily lift his leg around Break, using it as leverage to flip him over and reverse their positions. The con did not appreciate the sudden change, glowering angrily at his companion.
“What do you think you're doing?” he growled, servos clasped at Phantom's sides. His lover's hands moved quickly downwards, running up the inside of his thighs as a way to console him.
“Taking control,” Phantom replied shortly. The Ascari raised a browridge, a small smile playing on his faceplate at the words. Being the leader wasn't Phantom's style.
“I think not,” the red mech murmured back. He pressed his legs together to halt Phan's advance, and the blue mech groan unhappily, servos resting uselessly on the sides of the Ascari's legs. He gave the con beneath him a begging look, but it was ignored in short order. “If you keep pissing me off, I'm not going to do anything.”
“You're not going to deny yourself,” Phantom retorted.
“I've got a servo, works just as well as you do.” That one gained a hurt look from the mech, and Break felt a little guilty about it. With a sigh he leaned up, wrapping his arms around the smaller con's neck as he gave him an apology kiss. “Fine, but this is on my terms,” he muttered, finally giving in. He could feel the mech tremble with excitement, quickly relinquishing the top spot. The Ascari returned to his position, straddling the blue hips carefully. He took a moment to look his friend over, feeling aroused as he pressed up needly against him. He considered breaking his word for a moment, but decided he'd made the Mercedes suffer enough. Slowly, one of his servos wandered down to the port, opening it to give him access. A blue servo grasped tightly at Break's stabilizing arm, Phantom's other servo teasing the sport car's hood as a shiver ran through him. The larger mech showed his appreciation by nuzzling Phantom's neck gently, rumbling happily as the blue servo wandered down to his own port. Break could tell that the Mercedes was still a little nervous by the way hid servos subtily trembleded, his optics lookeding almost intensely focused as he undid Break's clasps for him. The mech could handle the playing well enough, but he never seemed quite ready for anything beyond. In response, the red con forcefully drew the servo upwards, peering down curiously at Phantom.
“You alright?” he murmered. The blue mech answered with actions instead of words, arcing again and pressing himself closer to Break. It caused the older mech to moan, a shiver running through him as their hips knocked together. “Alright, alright,” he breathed.
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The end :'D
I am bad at writing beyond foreplay, so usually I don't even try ^^; sorry!