Lugnut & Blitzwing - Go Between. One Shot.
Rare Pairings
Title: Go Between
Series: None. One Shot.
Rating: NC-17 and higher.
WARNINGS: Non-con, sticky, tactile, rape. violence!
(Having trouble tagging properly. Thanks to antepathy for picking it up!)
Mods Please help: Have tried to change tags on this almost... eleven times but nothing changes. Also, just realised there are no tags for lugnut or Blitzwing. Is there a tag I can use for non consentual?
Verse: TFA, TFA and G1 for time keeping.
Summary: An unpleasant situation provides a break for Lugnut.
Pairings: Quite a mess here. Megatron & Blitzwing, Blitzwing & Lugnut. Random is everywhere! Will settle as Blitzwing & Lugnut.
Notes: TFA doesn't leave me alone! Why?
Started pestering me this morning and here it is (TFA, will you leave me alone now?)
No idea if any of the characters are in character since I've seen... probably half an hour of snippets on YouTube, hoping to be inspired into writing for Starscream. Oh well.
I think Bumblebee is the one that calls Prime "Big Bot". For some reason Random kept insisting, so here it is.
Why does TFA keep haunting me?
Comments always welcome, because that is the only way I'll learn!
All attempts to write Blitzwing's accent have gone to feed the Sharkticons because previous attempts made Trypticon sick (and a purging Trypticon is NOT a pretty sight). Thanks once again to antepathy for picking up on the rubbish spelling, egads!
Solar Cycle - 1 Day (from TFA because it's growing on me!)
Klik - 1.2 minutes
Century - Not sure, TFA or TFWiki aren't clear on this.
Cycle - 1.5 minutes
Astrosecond - from G1, .498 seconds
Go Between (rubbish title, I know)
Blitzwing lay awake, unable to rest.
He'd tried keeping conversation with himself but Random always kept interrupting.
In the end he rose and ventured to the bridge, standing before the main panoramic, looking out into space.
He kept thinking of Cybertron, considering how many more centuries they would spend wondering in space.
'Anything interesting?' A resonant metallic voice spoke behind him.
'My Lord Megatron,' Blitzwing turned around and bowed, 'nothing my Lord, just looking for Cybertron.'
'Don't bother.' Megatron spoke. 'It's nowhere near this quadrant, and that way.' Megatron indicated the opposite end of the ship.'
'I see.' Blitzwing nodded; disappointed his vague search had been in vain.
He couldn't help but wonder why Megatron was also awake at this hour, or why the warlord was looking at him so intently.
'I didn't know I would find you here, Blitzwing.' Megatron spoke, 'It's... Icy, isn't it?'
'Er, yes my Lord.' Blitzwing replied.
'Good.' Megatron spoke, 'come.' He ordered. 'I have a task for you.'
'Yes my Lord.' Blitzwing spoke and followed.
Megatron led him to his private quarters and Blitzwing grew apprehensive. He'd never been in the same corridor as the warlord's quarters. As far as he knew the place was heavily secured.
'Anything the matter?' Megatron asked as the main door opened.
'Er, no my Lord, nothing.' Blitzwing followed.
He stood within Megatron's quarters and found them... simple.
He'd expected them to be luxurious, covered in trophies and priceless artefacts.
Megatron's quarters were plain, if the word "Spartan" had meant anything to him he would have used it.
If he'd been unprepared for the warlord's quarters he'd been even more unprepared when Megatron had advanced on him, reaching out and pinning his armoured shoulders to the wall before delivering a gentle caress to his features.
'Come,' Megatron spoke, 'I have need of you.'
'My Lord?' Blitzwing squeaked as Megatron's features loomed close to his, the warlord's frame upon his.
'What is it?' Megatron asked in annoyance, optics narrowing.
'I...' Blitzwing began.
'You do not want to disobey me,' Megatron asked, 'do you?'
'No my Lord!' Blitzwing shook his helm, 'I-'
Megatron's lips silenced him.
Blitzwing was shocked to say the least, uncertain of what to do.
To flee would be pointless, he could feel Megatron's fusion cannon pressed against his helm.
At this angle the warlord could easily evaporate his helm without concern.
Megatron broke their kiss and flung the tripplechanger to the deck plates, granting the terrified Decepticon a brief smile before straddling him.
'My Lord...' Blitzwing shuddered in fright, he'd never been in this situation before.
'Are you refusing me?' Megatron asked.
'My Lord I-'
'Do nothing to annoy me,' Megatron growled, 'not tonight.'
Blitzwing's fear made him lose what little control he possessed over himself and Icy took this moment to flee.
'EH!?' Megatron looked down and saw a different face.
'I live to serve you my Lord!' Hothead reached out and clasped Megatron's armoured hips, 'Let's go!'
'You!' Megatron growled. 'I do not want you! I want the other one!'
'But my Lord-' Hothead protested.
'NOW!' Megatron ordered.
'How come HE always gets the good ones!' Hothead grumbled loudly and gave way to his other self.
'Hiya big bot!!' Random cackled darkly and seized Megatron's aft. 'Feeling frisky, eh?' He whispered. 'Nice, let's rumble!'
'Wait!' Megatron tried to Prise Random's digits from him, growing more aroused as the triplechanger's hips rocked against his. 'I don't want you either!'
'That's too bad! I think part of me doesn't really want to play right now, so-o...' Random cackled, thrusting against Megatron's armour. 'It looks like you're stuck with me! Wheeee!!! OOoh! I see you've brought your cannon, and...' he clasped Megatron's interface pannel, 'that cannon!!'
'I said I wanted the other one!' Megatron roared, prising Random's hand off him.
Random found himself looking at the barrel of Megatron's fusion cannon.
'OOOhhh!' Random uttered. 'Hot for Ice, eh?' He looked over the barrel to the infuriated warlord's optics. 'But think about it, if you blow me away you blow him away too!'
'OR I could cause just enough damage to leave him intact and eradicate you once and for all.' Megatron offered with an evil smirk, priming his weapon.
'Oh.' Random looked crestfallen.' Touche! Fine, he's yours!'
Random fled and Icy found himself staring into Megatron's infuriated crimson optics.
'Do that again,' Megatron threatened, 'and I'll eradicate you, all three of you, for disobeying me!'
'I... I'm sorry my Lord!' Icy apologised.
'Good.' Megatron set his cannon aside and clasped the triplechanger's knees, shifting them apart. 'I was going to take my time but now that you've caused me to lose my temper I think I'll forego that and get to the point.'
Blitzwing cried out as Megatron forced his interface panel open.
All the triplechanger saw was the Decepticon leader's spike astroseconds before it was thrust deeply inside him.
He cried out again, pain racing through his frame. Megatron ignored him, digits digging into Blitzwing's armour as he thrust deeply again and again, causing Blitzwing's hips to buck wildly.
Eventually the Decepticon leader roared his satisfaction, his energy field enveloping the triplechanger's as his spark flared, overloading, his body releasing transfluid, causing the triplechanger to overload as it flooded his internals.
Megatron rose, looking annoyed but mildly satisfied, taking up his cannon and reattaching it to his arm before rising.
'I hope next time you prove yourself more willing.' Megatron spoke, standing over the triplechanger. 'For your sake you had better be!'
Blitzwing couldn't speak, still recovering from both his and Megatron's overload.
'You may go.' Megatron spoke dismissively, turning his back on him and walking away.
Knowing it was best to retreat as speedily as possible Blitzwing did his best to stand, Megatron's fluids trickling down his armoured legs, already drying and leaving a sticky residue behind.
He stumbled outside and leaned against the corridor walls, barely able to stand.
Primus! Everything hurt!
He had no idea how he managed to walk even one step, let alone make it back to his quarters.
Once inside he collapsed against the door, the pain overcoming his systems.
He needed to get to his berth, to rest, automatic repair systems were already at work but lagging due to the amount of fluid still present inside him.
'You dared!' Lugnut's voice rumbled from the darkness.
The polyoptic Decepticon stepped from the shadows and stood over the triplechanger.
Blitzwing had no idea how Lugnut had accessed his quarters but he was in too much pain to care.
'The Lord Megatron favoured you tonight,' Lugnut growled, 'favoured you, not me!'
He looked confused as to why the usually argumentative triplechanger said nothing.
'Refusing to speak?' Lugnut asked, 'think you're better than me now that Megatron has-'
'Shut up and help me!' Hotheat looked up.
'Eh?!' Lugnut took a cycle to study the triplechanger, realising the pale one had gone away, replace by the angry one.
Blitzwing looked... in pain?
Why? Lugnut asked himself. He'd just been honoured by sharing the Lord Megatron's berth, why was he in pain?
'Are you going to just stand there or are you going to help me?!' Hothead shouted.
'Why do you need help?' Lugnut asked.
'Primus!' Blitzwing tried to rise, 'five optics and you can be so blind!'
He managed to get to his feet and barely walk past Lugnut before collapsing awkwardly onto his berth.
'You're in pain?' Lugnut asked.
'Yes!' Hotheat spoke. 'All three of us!'
'But...' Lugnut began, unable to understand why.
'But it was so worth it!' Random took over, cackling without glee before groaning. 'Or not, ow! Ow! Ow!'
'I can smell him all over you...' Lugnut spoke, helping the triplechanger to lie properly on his berth.
Yes, he could smell Megatron's energon signature, the scent of his armour, every trace of transfluid and lubricant. So powerful, intoxicating! Its was present all over the triplechanger, so powerful he couldn't help but think the Lord Megatron was right before him.
'He's enjoyed you thoroughly.' Lugnut offered.
'That he did!' Random groaned again and cackled softly. 'A little too much for some. Not me though! I'd jump him again, if I could drag myself away, heh! Ow!'
'Where is the pale one?' Lugnut asked.
'Hiding, somewhere.' Random winked. 'Worried about him, are we?'
'Is he also in pain?'
'Nothing we can't handle!' Hothead appeared. 'Now leave us alone!'
Lugnut clasped the triplechanger's arms, for some reason concerned over the pale one, Icy.
'Let me see the pale one!' He roared.
'Stop hurting me.' Icy appeared.
'Are you in pain?' Lugnut asked.
'Yes.' Icy replied as coolly as he was able. 'Very much pain. He used too much force, hurt me.'
'I can smell his energon signature on you.' Lugnut spoke. 'All over you.'
'Well, he was all over me.' Icy commented. 'whether I liked it or not.'
'Where?' Lugnut asked.
'Where do you think?!' Icy looked to him. 'Primus, all servos and no central processor! Uhn!' He winced.
'Here.' Lugnut pressed lightly on Blitzwing's interface panel, studying the damage.
'AAAHHH!!' The triplechanger cried out.
'Sorry.' Lugnut apologised. 'I thought-'
'Please, just leave.' Blitzwing spoke. 'I need to rest, let my self repair do its work.'
'Let me help you.' Lugnut spoke.
'Help?' Icy looked to him. 'How?'
'I can absorb his energon signature, everything.' Lugnut offered. 'I shall absorb him from you.'
'If you want.' Icy relaxed, too tired to argue. 'Just... don't try anything.'
Lugnut's bulky features hovered over him, his wide maw widening, the sound of minute turbines filling the room as he inhaled Megatron's presence from the triplechanger.
Lugnut wanted it all, every trace of Megatron the triplechanger carried on him.
He hovered over Icy's pained but startled features, absorbing the scent, tracing over him once he'd absorbed all he could, lingering over the triplechanger's interface panel.
The scent was strongest here, Lugnut's optics offlining as he lingered.
'What-what are you doing?!' Icy tried to get away.
Lugnut's tongue emerged, sliding from his massive jaws and prising within the damaged interface panel.
Blitzwing cried out, pain flaring through his systems once more as Lugnut absorbed every trace of Megatron from him, his tongue prising deeply, absorbing everything.
The triplechanger clutched the edges of his berth, gasping as the pain was superseded by something different, something more pleasured. Unable to help himself he groaned as Lugnut's tongue, knowingly or unknowingly, eased the damage Megatron had caused and in turn stimulated sensory nodes within him, causing him to release lubricants in response.
If only Megatron had taken his time to do this, Icy complained silently, groaning pleasurably once more.
'Pheegh!' Lugnut recoiled suddenly, tasting something different, something delicious but not Megatron.
'It's your fault!' Icy uttered. 'Just-'
'I will complete my task!' Lugnut spoke resolutely, following the rivulets of dried or drying transfluid staining Blitzwing's legs, tongue retracting once he was done, the polyoptic shuddering as his master's most intimate traits became a part of him.
If he couldn't have Megatron himself he was content to have at least this minute fragment of him!
He looked to the triplechanger, envying him for a moment, watching with curiosity as Icy's features flushed a light shade of crimson. He'd seen this before and always found it interesting.
He couldn't help but remember the taste of him but put this aside, reaching out and resealing the triplechanger's interface panel as gently as he could.
Blitzwing relaxed, whatever Lugnut had done had helped his self repair systems. For one, he didn't have to spend energy ejecting all foreign matter, namely Megatron, from his internals.
'Is that better?' Lugnut asked.
'A little.' Icy replied and tried to smile; 'now YOU smell like him.'
'I do?!' Lugnut asked overjoyed. 'Ah yes! I smell him, all around me!' He shuddered in delight. 'Marvellous!'
'If you say so.' Icy grew weary, he needed to rest.
'Whenever he calls you again,' Lugnut spoke, 'will you come to me after?'
'Eh?' Icy looked to Lugnut. 'Wh-why?'
'So I can share him,' Lugnut spoke, 'through you.'
'Whatever you want,' Icy replied wearily, 'just go.'
'No.' Lugnut spoke. 'I shall stay here, to make sure you recover properly.'
'There's no space on the berth.' Icy indicated, hoping this would convince Lugnut to leave.
'I will make space.' The larger Decepticon rose and took Blitzwing in his arms.
'Hey!' Icy began to argue.
'Rest now.' Lugnut ordered, holding Blitzwing protectively to him. 'You must be ready when he calls you again!'
Blitzwing didn't know what to say. He was too tired to argue.
Weird, but... it feels nice, he thought, resting atop the bulkier Decepticon, listening to his internals, hearing his lasercore pulsating quietly inside as Lugnut's warmth enveloped him.
'Now this is interesting!' Random appeared for an astrosecond, curious as to what was going on. 'Ve-ery interesting!' He whispered, optics narrowing, 'I think I'm starting to like this...'
Icy returned, annoyed that Random had disturbed him. For once he wanted to rest without interruption.
Ignoring Megatron's scent on Lugnut he concentrated on the quiet pulsations of the polyoptic's laser core, feeling himself falling deeper and deeper until his recharge mode activated and his optics offlined.
Finis
Title: Go Between
Series: None. One Shot.
Rating: NC-17 and higher.
WARNINGS: Non-con, sticky, tactile, rape. violence!
(Having trouble tagging properly. Thanks to antepathy for picking it up!)
Mods Please help: Have tried to change tags on this almost... eleven times but nothing changes. Also, just realised there are no tags for lugnut or Blitzwing. Is there a tag I can use for non consentual?
Verse: TFA, TFA and G1 for time keeping.
Summary: An unpleasant situation provides a break for Lugnut.
Pairings: Quite a mess here. Megatron & Blitzwing, Blitzwing & Lugnut. Random is everywhere! Will settle as Blitzwing & Lugnut.
Notes: TFA doesn't leave me alone! Why?
Started pestering me this morning and here it is (TFA, will you leave me alone now?)
No idea if any of the characters are in character since I've seen... probably half an hour of snippets on YouTube, hoping to be inspired into writing for Starscream. Oh well.
I think Bumblebee is the one that calls Prime "Big Bot". For some reason Random kept insisting, so here it is.
Why does TFA keep haunting me?
Comments always welcome, because that is the only way I'll learn!
All attempts to write Blitzwing's accent have gone to feed the Sharkticons because previous attempts made Trypticon sick (and a purging Trypticon is NOT a pretty sight). Thanks once again to antepathy for picking up on the rubbish spelling, egads!
Solar Cycle - 1 Day (from TFA because it's growing on me!)
Klik - 1.2 minutes
Century - Not sure, TFA or TFWiki aren't clear on this.
Cycle - 1.5 minutes
Astrosecond - from G1, .498 seconds
Go Between (rubbish title, I know)
Blitzwing lay awake, unable to rest.
He'd tried keeping conversation with himself but Random always kept interrupting.
In the end he rose and ventured to the bridge, standing before the main panoramic, looking out into space.
He kept thinking of Cybertron, considering how many more centuries they would spend wondering in space.
'Anything interesting?' A resonant metallic voice spoke behind him.
'My Lord Megatron,' Blitzwing turned around and bowed, 'nothing my Lord, just looking for Cybertron.'
'Don't bother.' Megatron spoke. 'It's nowhere near this quadrant, and that way.' Megatron indicated the opposite end of the ship.'
'I see.' Blitzwing nodded; disappointed his vague search had been in vain.
He couldn't help but wonder why Megatron was also awake at this hour, or why the warlord was looking at him so intently.
'I didn't know I would find you here, Blitzwing.' Megatron spoke, 'It's... Icy, isn't it?'
'Er, yes my Lord.' Blitzwing replied.
'Good.' Megatron spoke, 'come.' He ordered. 'I have a task for you.'
'Yes my Lord.' Blitzwing spoke and followed.
Megatron led him to his private quarters and Blitzwing grew apprehensive. He'd never been in the same corridor as the warlord's quarters. As far as he knew the place was heavily secured.
'Anything the matter?' Megatron asked as the main door opened.
'Er, no my Lord, nothing.' Blitzwing followed.
He stood within Megatron's quarters and found them... simple.
He'd expected them to be luxurious, covered in trophies and priceless artefacts.
Megatron's quarters were plain, if the word "Spartan" had meant anything to him he would have used it.
If he'd been unprepared for the warlord's quarters he'd been even more unprepared when Megatron had advanced on him, reaching out and pinning his armoured shoulders to the wall before delivering a gentle caress to his features.
'Come,' Megatron spoke, 'I have need of you.'
'My Lord?' Blitzwing squeaked as Megatron's features loomed close to his, the warlord's frame upon his.
'What is it?' Megatron asked in annoyance, optics narrowing.
'I...' Blitzwing began.
'You do not want to disobey me,' Megatron asked, 'do you?'
'No my Lord!' Blitzwing shook his helm, 'I-'
Megatron's lips silenced him.
Blitzwing was shocked to say the least, uncertain of what to do.
To flee would be pointless, he could feel Megatron's fusion cannon pressed against his helm.
At this angle the warlord could easily evaporate his helm without concern.
Megatron broke their kiss and flung the tripplechanger to the deck plates, granting the terrified Decepticon a brief smile before straddling him.
'My Lord...' Blitzwing shuddered in fright, he'd never been in this situation before.
'Are you refusing me?' Megatron asked.
'My Lord I-'
'Do nothing to annoy me,' Megatron growled, 'not tonight.'
Blitzwing's fear made him lose what little control he possessed over himself and Icy took this moment to flee.
'EH!?' Megatron looked down and saw a different face.
'I live to serve you my Lord!' Hothead reached out and clasped Megatron's armoured hips, 'Let's go!'
'You!' Megatron growled. 'I do not want you! I want the other one!'
'But my Lord-' Hothead protested.
'NOW!' Megatron ordered.
'How come HE always gets the good ones!' Hothead grumbled loudly and gave way to his other self.
'Hiya big bot!!' Random cackled darkly and seized Megatron's aft. 'Feeling frisky, eh?' He whispered. 'Nice, let's rumble!'
'Wait!' Megatron tried to Prise Random's digits from him, growing more aroused as the triplechanger's hips rocked against his. 'I don't want you either!'
'That's too bad! I think part of me doesn't really want to play right now, so-o...' Random cackled, thrusting against Megatron's armour. 'It looks like you're stuck with me! Wheeee!!! OOoh! I see you've brought your cannon, and...' he clasped Megatron's interface pannel, 'that cannon!!'
'I said I wanted the other one!' Megatron roared, prising Random's hand off him.
Random found himself looking at the barrel of Megatron's fusion cannon.
'OOOhhh!' Random uttered. 'Hot for Ice, eh?' He looked over the barrel to the infuriated warlord's optics. 'But think about it, if you blow me away you blow him away too!'
'OR I could cause just enough damage to leave him intact and eradicate you once and for all.' Megatron offered with an evil smirk, priming his weapon.
'Oh.' Random looked crestfallen.' Touche! Fine, he's yours!'
Random fled and Icy found himself staring into Megatron's infuriated crimson optics.
'Do that again,' Megatron threatened, 'and I'll eradicate you, all three of you, for disobeying me!'
'I... I'm sorry my Lord!' Icy apologised.
'Good.' Megatron set his cannon aside and clasped the triplechanger's knees, shifting them apart. 'I was going to take my time but now that you've caused me to lose my temper I think I'll forego that and get to the point.'
Blitzwing cried out as Megatron forced his interface panel open.
All the triplechanger saw was the Decepticon leader's spike astroseconds before it was thrust deeply inside him.
He cried out again, pain racing through his frame. Megatron ignored him, digits digging into Blitzwing's armour as he thrust deeply again and again, causing Blitzwing's hips to buck wildly.
Eventually the Decepticon leader roared his satisfaction, his energy field enveloping the triplechanger's as his spark flared, overloading, his body releasing transfluid, causing the triplechanger to overload as it flooded his internals.
Megatron rose, looking annoyed but mildly satisfied, taking up his cannon and reattaching it to his arm before rising.
'I hope next time you prove yourself more willing.' Megatron spoke, standing over the triplechanger. 'For your sake you had better be!'
Blitzwing couldn't speak, still recovering from both his and Megatron's overload.
'You may go.' Megatron spoke dismissively, turning his back on him and walking away.
Knowing it was best to retreat as speedily as possible Blitzwing did his best to stand, Megatron's fluids trickling down his armoured legs, already drying and leaving a sticky residue behind.
He stumbled outside and leaned against the corridor walls, barely able to stand.
Primus! Everything hurt!
He had no idea how he managed to walk even one step, let alone make it back to his quarters.
Once inside he collapsed against the door, the pain overcoming his systems.
He needed to get to his berth, to rest, automatic repair systems were already at work but lagging due to the amount of fluid still present inside him.
'You dared!' Lugnut's voice rumbled from the darkness.
The polyoptic Decepticon stepped from the shadows and stood over the triplechanger.
Blitzwing had no idea how Lugnut had accessed his quarters but he was in too much pain to care.
'The Lord Megatron favoured you tonight,' Lugnut growled, 'favoured you, not me!'
He looked confused as to why the usually argumentative triplechanger said nothing.
'Refusing to speak?' Lugnut asked, 'think you're better than me now that Megatron has-'
'Shut up and help me!' Hotheat looked up.
'Eh?!' Lugnut took a cycle to study the triplechanger, realising the pale one had gone away, replace by the angry one.
Blitzwing looked... in pain?
Why? Lugnut asked himself. He'd just been honoured by sharing the Lord Megatron's berth, why was he in pain?
'Are you going to just stand there or are you going to help me?!' Hothead shouted.
'Why do you need help?' Lugnut asked.
'Primus!' Blitzwing tried to rise, 'five optics and you can be so blind!'
He managed to get to his feet and barely walk past Lugnut before collapsing awkwardly onto his berth.
'You're in pain?' Lugnut asked.
'Yes!' Hotheat spoke. 'All three of us!'
'But...' Lugnut began, unable to understand why.
'But it was so worth it!' Random took over, cackling without glee before groaning. 'Or not, ow! Ow! Ow!'
'I can smell him all over you...' Lugnut spoke, helping the triplechanger to lie properly on his berth.
Yes, he could smell Megatron's energon signature, the scent of his armour, every trace of transfluid and lubricant. So powerful, intoxicating! Its was present all over the triplechanger, so powerful he couldn't help but think the Lord Megatron was right before him.
'He's enjoyed you thoroughly.' Lugnut offered.
'That he did!' Random groaned again and cackled softly. 'A little too much for some. Not me though! I'd jump him again, if I could drag myself away, heh! Ow!'
'Where is the pale one?' Lugnut asked.
'Hiding, somewhere.' Random winked. 'Worried about him, are we?'
'Is he also in pain?'
'Nothing we can't handle!' Hothead appeared. 'Now leave us alone!'
Lugnut clasped the triplechanger's arms, for some reason concerned over the pale one, Icy.
'Let me see the pale one!' He roared.
'Stop hurting me.' Icy appeared.
'Are you in pain?' Lugnut asked.
'Yes.' Icy replied as coolly as he was able. 'Very much pain. He used too much force, hurt me.'
'I can smell his energon signature on you.' Lugnut spoke. 'All over you.'
'Well, he was all over me.' Icy commented. 'whether I liked it or not.'
'Where?' Lugnut asked.
'Where do you think?!' Icy looked to him. 'Primus, all servos and no central processor! Uhn!' He winced.
'Here.' Lugnut pressed lightly on Blitzwing's interface panel, studying the damage.
'AAAHHH!!' The triplechanger cried out.
'Sorry.' Lugnut apologised. 'I thought-'
'Please, just leave.' Blitzwing spoke. 'I need to rest, let my self repair do its work.'
'Let me help you.' Lugnut spoke.
'Help?' Icy looked to him. 'How?'
'I can absorb his energon signature, everything.' Lugnut offered. 'I shall absorb him from you.'
'If you want.' Icy relaxed, too tired to argue. 'Just... don't try anything.'
Lugnut's bulky features hovered over him, his wide maw widening, the sound of minute turbines filling the room as he inhaled Megatron's presence from the triplechanger.
Lugnut wanted it all, every trace of Megatron the triplechanger carried on him.
He hovered over Icy's pained but startled features, absorbing the scent, tracing over him once he'd absorbed all he could, lingering over the triplechanger's interface panel.
The scent was strongest here, Lugnut's optics offlining as he lingered.
'What-what are you doing?!' Icy tried to get away.
Lugnut's tongue emerged, sliding from his massive jaws and prising within the damaged interface panel.
Blitzwing cried out, pain flaring through his systems once more as Lugnut absorbed every trace of Megatron from him, his tongue prising deeply, absorbing everything.
The triplechanger clutched the edges of his berth, gasping as the pain was superseded by something different, something more pleasured. Unable to help himself he groaned as Lugnut's tongue, knowingly or unknowingly, eased the damage Megatron had caused and in turn stimulated sensory nodes within him, causing him to release lubricants in response.
If only Megatron had taken his time to do this, Icy complained silently, groaning pleasurably once more.
'Pheegh!' Lugnut recoiled suddenly, tasting something different, something delicious but not Megatron.
'It's your fault!' Icy uttered. 'Just-'
'I will complete my task!' Lugnut spoke resolutely, following the rivulets of dried or drying transfluid staining Blitzwing's legs, tongue retracting once he was done, the polyoptic shuddering as his master's most intimate traits became a part of him.
If he couldn't have Megatron himself he was content to have at least this minute fragment of him!
He looked to the triplechanger, envying him for a moment, watching with curiosity as Icy's features flushed a light shade of crimson. He'd seen this before and always found it interesting.
He couldn't help but remember the taste of him but put this aside, reaching out and resealing the triplechanger's interface panel as gently as he could.
Blitzwing relaxed, whatever Lugnut had done had helped his self repair systems. For one, he didn't have to spend energy ejecting all foreign matter, namely Megatron, from his internals.
'Is that better?' Lugnut asked.
'A little.' Icy replied and tried to smile; 'now YOU smell like him.'
'I do?!' Lugnut asked overjoyed. 'Ah yes! I smell him, all around me!' He shuddered in delight. 'Marvellous!'
'If you say so.' Icy grew weary, he needed to rest.
'Whenever he calls you again,' Lugnut spoke, 'will you come to me after?'
'Eh?' Icy looked to Lugnut. 'Wh-why?'
'So I can share him,' Lugnut spoke, 'through you.'
'Whatever you want,' Icy replied wearily, 'just go.'
'No.' Lugnut spoke. 'I shall stay here, to make sure you recover properly.'
'There's no space on the berth.' Icy indicated, hoping this would convince Lugnut to leave.
'I will make space.' The larger Decepticon rose and took Blitzwing in his arms.
'Hey!' Icy began to argue.
'Rest now.' Lugnut ordered, holding Blitzwing protectively to him. 'You must be ready when he calls you again!'
Blitzwing didn't know what to say. He was too tired to argue.
Weird, but... it feels nice, he thought, resting atop the bulkier Decepticon, listening to his internals, hearing his lasercore pulsating quietly inside as Lugnut's warmth enveloped him.
'Now this is interesting!' Random appeared for an astrosecond, curious as to what was going on. 'Ve-ery interesting!' He whispered, optics narrowing, 'I think I'm starting to like this...'
Icy returned, annoyed that Random had disturbed him. For once he wanted to rest without interruption.
Ignoring Megatron's scent on Lugnut he concentrated on the quiet pulsations of the polyoptic's laser core, feeling himself falling deeper and deeper until his recharge mode activated and his optics offlined.
Finis