Quick and dirty battlefield sex.kyra_neko_reiMarch 10 2012, 18:24:16 UTC
The battle was going awesomely.
They were winning, of course, but in addition to that there were explosions, sweet explosions of lovely military-grade toys going off here and there among the Decepticon ranks. The Wreckers had just gotten a new shipment of weaponry, and it showed.
Springer was in the midst of things, cheerfully lobbing mortars of various destructive capacities with a launcher held on one arm and blasting Decepticons with a blaster pistol so big it was almost a rifle in the other hand. His circuitry was heated and purring, every explosion stoking him hotter.
He turned and saw Roddy ahead of him, laughing and whooping as he shot with a pair of blasters, and Springer saw him land a hit on a grenade that was in a Decepticon's hand, about to be thrown. The resulting explosion sent shards of that 'Con and the three nearest him blasting outward in all directions; it was sparkly and pretty and reminded Springer of fireworks, and then he thought about Roddy's shot, and that put him in mind of another type of fireworks.
Just luck, that Springer got close to Roddy just in time for the Decepticons to put together a counterattack, and the triplechanger pounced Roddy, driving him down into the mud of a slight ditch as laserfire burned overhead.
"Ack!" yelped Roddy. Then, "Hey, Springer!" and a wide grin.
"Nice shot, mech," purred Springer; the mortar launcher vanished into subspace and he stroked up Roddy's thigh, sliding fingers beneath plating to thoroughly molest the joint underneath.
Roddy reacted with a garbled moan, and he dug his hands through the mud before caressing any circuitry he could reach in the gaps between Springer's plating. The cool, half-liquid mud got where fingertips couldn't, and the contrast in sensations had Springer moaning. "Ports," he gasped out and kissed Roddy senseless, gripping his spoiler struts in one clean hand and one muddy one, and twisting.
Roddy cried out into the kiss and his ports popped open in unison. Springer shifted and stroked his muddy hand up Roddy's torso, deliberately getting mud in about half the ports. With his other hand he began connecting them, Roddy helping out. Mud got into Springer's ports and they crackled, making him squirm and shift, grinding his hips into Roddy's. Roddy let out a strained giggle and then sent energy through the connections, and Springer's optics whited out and he screamed, dimly aware that Roddy was doing the same.
It didn't take long at all, not with the heat of battle-lust running through them and laserfire shooting over their heads, not with their connectors sparking and shorting from the mud, not with the awareness that they were 'facing in the middle of a battle and Magnus was going to dress them down for it later, which would get Roddy hot all over again, and maybe Magnus would join in . . . Springer threw his head back and screamed his overload to the lasers and the stars, and half-underneath him Roddy did the same.
A shell exploded near them on the Decepticon side at just the right moment to keep the 'cons away while they recovered, one of the shockwave rounds that Whirl had been so enamored of. Springer resolved to thank him later. He helped Roddy to his pedes, and they both, in unison, targeted the Decepticon lines.
They were winning, of course, but in addition to that there were explosions, sweet explosions of lovely military-grade toys going off here and there among the Decepticon ranks. The Wreckers had just gotten a new shipment of weaponry, and it showed.
Springer was in the midst of things, cheerfully lobbing mortars of various destructive capacities with a launcher held on one arm and blasting Decepticons with a blaster pistol so big it was almost a rifle in the other hand. His circuitry was heated and purring, every explosion stoking him hotter.
He turned and saw Roddy ahead of him, laughing and whooping as he shot with a pair of blasters, and Springer saw him land a hit on a grenade that was in a Decepticon's hand, about to be thrown. The resulting explosion sent shards of that 'Con and the three nearest him blasting outward in all directions; it was sparkly and pretty and reminded Springer of fireworks, and then he thought about Roddy's shot, and that put him in mind of another type of fireworks.
Just luck, that Springer got close to Roddy just in time for the Decepticons to put together a counterattack, and the triplechanger pounced Roddy, driving him down into the mud of a slight ditch as laserfire burned overhead.
"Ack!" yelped Roddy. Then, "Hey, Springer!" and a wide grin.
"Nice shot, mech," purred Springer; the mortar launcher vanished into subspace and he stroked up Roddy's thigh, sliding fingers beneath plating to thoroughly molest the joint underneath.
Roddy reacted with a garbled moan, and he dug his hands through the mud before caressing any circuitry he could reach in the gaps between Springer's plating. The cool, half-liquid mud got where fingertips couldn't, and the contrast in sensations had Springer moaning. "Ports," he gasped out and kissed Roddy senseless, gripping his spoiler struts in one clean hand and one muddy one, and twisting.
Roddy cried out into the kiss and his ports popped open in unison. Springer shifted and stroked his muddy hand up Roddy's torso, deliberately getting mud in about half the ports. With his other hand he began connecting them, Roddy helping out. Mud got into Springer's ports and they crackled, making him squirm and shift, grinding his hips into Roddy's. Roddy let out a strained giggle and then sent energy through the connections, and Springer's optics whited out and he screamed, dimly aware that Roddy was doing the same.
It didn't take long at all, not with the heat of battle-lust running through them and laserfire shooting over their heads, not with their connectors sparking and shorting from the mud, not with the awareness that they were 'facing in the middle of a battle and Magnus was going to dress them down for it later, which would get Roddy hot all over again, and maybe Magnus would join in . . . Springer threw his head back and screamed his overload to the lasers and the stars, and half-underneath him Roddy did the same.
A shell exploded near them on the Decepticon side at just the right moment to keep the 'cons away while they recovered, one of the shockwave rounds that Whirl had been so enamored of. Springer resolved to thank him later. He helped Roddy to his pedes, and they both, in unison, targeted the Decepticon lines.
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