Motormaster's Awesome Day, Chapter 4
Title: Motormaster's Awesome Day.
Author: Kyra Neko-Rei.
Rating: R
Warnings: Violent sex, violence masquerading as sex, (unintentional) overload denial.
Summary: From the Awesome Day Meme, Motormaster has 24 hours in his awesome day, in which awesome things can happen to him.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Author's Note: Really, Ramjet's like a certain type of cat we all know, the ones that flop over onto their backs and present their bellies for rubbing, only to immediately attack your hand in an oddball sort of "Oh I LOVE you, die hand, die, I love you so much! *rip shred tear* I luuuv you!" frenzy of cuddly bloodlust. Except giant and metal and possessed of jet engines and the instincts of a ram or wildebeest.
3:00 AM - Collided with by a flirty Ramjet.
His plating restored to proper functionality, Motormaster left the medbay and headed for the bridge to retake command. All the gestalt leaders took turns as duty-shift commander, and Motormaster was proud to be granted such a station. The fact that Megatron, Starscream and Soundwave were all absent from the base at present added responsibility and prestiege, and Motormaster was anxious to get back to it.
The roar of jet engines was all the warning he got, and something impacted against his chestplates with a stunning blow; the wall provided a second one, and it took Motormaster several seconds to figure out what the frag had happened.
His vision cleared to reveal Ramjet, pressed sensuously against him and purring.
Really, he knew full well that a swift punch to the faceplates was exactly what Ramjet wanted, and that giving it to him would simply encourage him. This didn't stop him from doing so; Ramjet's nasal projection crumpled under his fist with a nice compressive sound and the rest of him stumbled back, leaving an opening for Motormaster to swing again, hitting the jet in the midsection and knocking him to his knees.
As predicted, Ramjet let out a delighted trill, beamed up at Motormaster, and tackled him around the legs, sending him crashing to the floor atop the jet, who then dug claws into sensitive, just-repaired plating and started gouging furrows in it.
Motormaster let out a strangled howl, drew back a fist, and punched Ramjet square in the face, then grabbed for the nearest wing and twisted. Ramjet shrieked in delight, grinding against Motormaster and alternating scratches with caresses, oblivious to Motormaster's entirely unromantic desire to tear and pummel Ramjet into multiple crushed and crumpled pieces.
And then Ramjet's fingers brushed across his hip seam and heat blossomed in their wake; Motormaster's hips ground involuntarily against Ramjet's. That surprise brought him back to himself, and the realization that he was playing right into Ramjet's hands, and he scowled down at the writhing jet and attempted to get up. Nobody made a fool out of Motormaster and expected to get an overload out of it. Slagger could issue an invitation and abide by Motormaster's decision like everyone else, frag it.
Ramjet kicked his pede out from under him and brought Motormaster crashing down atop him; cockpit glass shattered, grinding into Motormaster's chest and abdominal plating.
Damage warnings popped up on his HUD, telling him that there were lacerations to several secondary fuel lines in his torso now. Which meant he was going back to the medbay.
Well, frag not giving Ramjet what he wanted. He was going to get what Motormaster wanted, and that was to pound him flat, and if the miswired, overclocked, percussion-addled fragger happened to get off on that, well, slag, Motormaster was not going to be bothered with the details. He grabbed the undamaged wing tip in both hands until it crumpled, and yanked.
Ramjet made a garbled cry that was rather like what a couple of his teammates sounded like when he was rough with them during interface, and Motormaster's own circuitry heated even more. Feeling mildly sullied, he attempted to ignore it, but he attempted to ignore it while tearing the metal of Ramjet's wing, and Ramjet was making that sound again, so very like Breakdown in the middle of interface that Motormaster's engine revved to life, remembering the events of the previous hour---Scrapper's attentions, Breakdown writhing and moaning under the pressure-washer and even Vortex; Motormaster switched his attention to Ramjet's other wing and bit harshly at his jaw.
And Ramjet went off like a rocket, shrieking, his field flaring into Motormaster in a way that made Motormaster's insides resonate in bliss. He could feel overload approaching, and squirmed against Ramjet's form in anticipation of it.
And nothing happened.
Confused, Motormaster slowly came to realize that Ramjet had gone offline, his field fading to inert dormancy.
Motormaster snarled, his circuits aching for more stimulation, and he punched Ramjet. "Wake up, you slagpit!"
Ramjet did nothing of the sort, leaving Motormaster sitting atop him, looking stupid and feeling worse. Since grinding against an unconscious mechanism was well beneath his dignity, as was self-servicing in the middle of the hallway, he scowled and stood up, giving the unconscious Seeker a final, vicious kick, and turned to find himself a storage closet, preferably one unaffiliated with Mixmaster.
"Ravage to Motormaster; you're needed on the bridge, stat."
Motormaster opened his mouth, bit back a roar of frustrated rage, and slowly expelled heated air from his vents. "Be right there." If the acid in the words could melt paint off the walls, the walls themselves, and about three decks' worth of flooring underneath them, Ravage said nothing of it. Motormaster headed for the bridge, steaming in more ways than one.
Author: Kyra Neko-Rei.
Rating: R
Warnings: Violent sex, violence masquerading as sex, (unintentional) overload denial.
Summary: From the Awesome Day Meme, Motormaster has 24 hours in his awesome day, in which awesome things can happen to him.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Author's Note: Really, Ramjet's like a certain type of cat we all know, the ones that flop over onto their backs and present their bellies for rubbing, only to immediately attack your hand in an oddball sort of "Oh I LOVE you, die hand, die, I love you so much! *rip shred tear* I luuuv you!" frenzy of cuddly bloodlust. Except giant and metal and possessed of jet engines and the instincts of a ram or wildebeest.
3:00 AM - Collided with by a flirty Ramjet.
His plating restored to proper functionality, Motormaster left the medbay and headed for the bridge to retake command. All the gestalt leaders took turns as duty-shift commander, and Motormaster was proud to be granted such a station. The fact that Megatron, Starscream and Soundwave were all absent from the base at present added responsibility and prestiege, and Motormaster was anxious to get back to it.
The roar of jet engines was all the warning he got, and something impacted against his chestplates with a stunning blow; the wall provided a second one, and it took Motormaster several seconds to figure out what the frag had happened.
His vision cleared to reveal Ramjet, pressed sensuously against him and purring.
Really, he knew full well that a swift punch to the faceplates was exactly what Ramjet wanted, and that giving it to him would simply encourage him. This didn't stop him from doing so; Ramjet's nasal projection crumpled under his fist with a nice compressive sound and the rest of him stumbled back, leaving an opening for Motormaster to swing again, hitting the jet in the midsection and knocking him to his knees.
As predicted, Ramjet let out a delighted trill, beamed up at Motormaster, and tackled him around the legs, sending him crashing to the floor atop the jet, who then dug claws into sensitive, just-repaired plating and started gouging furrows in it.
Motormaster let out a strangled howl, drew back a fist, and punched Ramjet square in the face, then grabbed for the nearest wing and twisted. Ramjet shrieked in delight, grinding against Motormaster and alternating scratches with caresses, oblivious to Motormaster's entirely unromantic desire to tear and pummel Ramjet into multiple crushed and crumpled pieces.
And then Ramjet's fingers brushed across his hip seam and heat blossomed in their wake; Motormaster's hips ground involuntarily against Ramjet's. That surprise brought him back to himself, and the realization that he was playing right into Ramjet's hands, and he scowled down at the writhing jet and attempted to get up. Nobody made a fool out of Motormaster and expected to get an overload out of it. Slagger could issue an invitation and abide by Motormaster's decision like everyone else, frag it.
Ramjet kicked his pede out from under him and brought Motormaster crashing down atop him; cockpit glass shattered, grinding into Motormaster's chest and abdominal plating.
Damage warnings popped up on his HUD, telling him that there were lacerations to several secondary fuel lines in his torso now. Which meant he was going back to the medbay.
Well, frag not giving Ramjet what he wanted. He was going to get what Motormaster wanted, and that was to pound him flat, and if the miswired, overclocked, percussion-addled fragger happened to get off on that, well, slag, Motormaster was not going to be bothered with the details. He grabbed the undamaged wing tip in both hands until it crumpled, and yanked.
Ramjet made a garbled cry that was rather like what a couple of his teammates sounded like when he was rough with them during interface, and Motormaster's own circuitry heated even more. Feeling mildly sullied, he attempted to ignore it, but he attempted to ignore it while tearing the metal of Ramjet's wing, and Ramjet was making that sound again, so very like Breakdown in the middle of interface that Motormaster's engine revved to life, remembering the events of the previous hour---Scrapper's attentions, Breakdown writhing and moaning under the pressure-washer and even Vortex; Motormaster switched his attention to Ramjet's other wing and bit harshly at his jaw.
And Ramjet went off like a rocket, shrieking, his field flaring into Motormaster in a way that made Motormaster's insides resonate in bliss. He could feel overload approaching, and squirmed against Ramjet's form in anticipation of it.
And nothing happened.
Confused, Motormaster slowly came to realize that Ramjet had gone offline, his field fading to inert dormancy.
Motormaster snarled, his circuits aching for more stimulation, and he punched Ramjet. "Wake up, you slagpit!"
Ramjet did nothing of the sort, leaving Motormaster sitting atop him, looking stupid and feeling worse. Since grinding against an unconscious mechanism was well beneath his dignity, as was self-servicing in the middle of the hallway, he scowled and stood up, giving the unconscious Seeker a final, vicious kick, and turned to find himself a storage closet, preferably one unaffiliated with Mixmaster.
"Ravage to Motormaster; you're needed on the bridge, stat."
Motormaster opened his mouth, bit back a roar of frustrated rage, and slowly expelled heated air from his vents. "Be right there." If the acid in the words could melt paint off the walls, the walls themselves, and about three decks' worth of flooring underneath them, Ravage said nothing of it. Motormaster headed for the bridge, steaming in more ways than one.