Challenge Post.
Title: Above the Sky
Universe: G1
Rating: R, I guess.
Warnings: Slash, sticky, introspection
Pairing: Mirage/Cosmos
Prompt: June 22, Sky's the Limit.
Written for tf-rare-pairing's June Challenge, at darkearts's prompting.
There was moaning and soft pleas, and the sound of something moving in a wet hole that was almost too small for it. The cries took on a frantic tone, and then there was a gasp, and a shuddery mewl of pleasure. Transfluids were splattered quite liberally around, and lubricant, the pearly lavender color decorating the yellow and green interior as well as the black tentacles and white and blue mech.
Mirage sat on the floor, back against the wall and valve still filled with a tentacle, another one loosely around his spike, and yet more softly petting him as he came down from his high. He was petting one himself, absently, but his gaze was on the window, on the stars outside, undistorted by atmosphere.
“Thank you, Cosmos. Do you feel better?” the noblemech asked after a while, turning his head just enough to nuzzle into the nearest tentacle, without looking away from the cold stars. He couldn't really say he loved Cosmos, but sometimes Mirage just wasn't sure that he could love, or even feel with the intensity other mechs did. But when he needed to get away, to leave the dirt of their new home, the UFO was always willing. 'Facing hadn't even been mentioned the first dozen times.
Now it was just how things went. They came up, he looked outside, he talked with Cosmos, listened to the lonely mech, allowed the manipulators to slide out, with the special modifications Cosmos had got at some point, allowed himself to be touched, caressed, and ultimately debauched. Maybe he was using Cosmos, or maybe Cosmos was using him, or maybe it was really as mutual as it seemed to be.
And maybe it didn't matter, because they enjoyed it, and it felt good. They understood each other, and neither asked for more than they had...
“Very much. Thank you, Mirage.”
Universe: G1
Rating: R, I guess.
Warnings: Slash, sticky, introspection
Pairing: Mirage/Cosmos
Prompt: June 22, Sky's the Limit.
Written for tf-rare-pairing's June Challenge, at darkearts's prompting.
There was moaning and soft pleas, and the sound of something moving in a wet hole that was almost too small for it. The cries took on a frantic tone, and then there was a gasp, and a shuddery mewl of pleasure. Transfluids were splattered quite liberally around, and lubricant, the pearly lavender color decorating the yellow and green interior as well as the black tentacles and white and blue mech.
Mirage sat on the floor, back against the wall and valve still filled with a tentacle, another one loosely around his spike, and yet more softly petting him as he came down from his high. He was petting one himself, absently, but his gaze was on the window, on the stars outside, undistorted by atmosphere.
“Thank you, Cosmos. Do you feel better?” the noblemech asked after a while, turning his head just enough to nuzzle into the nearest tentacle, without looking away from the cold stars. He couldn't really say he loved Cosmos, but sometimes Mirage just wasn't sure that he could love, or even feel with the intensity other mechs did. But when he needed to get away, to leave the dirt of their new home, the UFO was always willing. 'Facing hadn't even been mentioned the first dozen times.
Now it was just how things went. They came up, he looked outside, he talked with Cosmos, listened to the lonely mech, allowed the manipulators to slide out, with the special modifications Cosmos had got at some point, allowed himself to be touched, caressed, and ultimately debauched. Maybe he was using Cosmos, or maybe Cosmos was using him, or maybe it was really as mutual as it seemed to be.
And maybe it didn't matter, because they enjoyed it, and it felt good. They understood each other, and neither asked for more than they had...
“Very much. Thank you, Mirage.”