OLD PROMPT 27 Apr 2013 #2 "Fluff" + 9 Mar 2013 #4 "trophy"
Title: Chapter nineteen of For a Few Upgrades More
Warnings/content advice: deceptifluff and afterglow, but also bots previously stripped of armor. Oh, and brief mention of sexual contact (with talons). OMG, I did say DECPTIfluff. They are having fluffy feelings about energy fields, mods, and trophies.
Rating: Pg-13
Continuity: Transformers Animated
Characters: Lockdown, Slipstream, Soundwave, with supporting Laserbeak and Ratbat
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro et al, not to me
Prompt: 27 Apr, 2013 "Fluff" + 9 Mar, 2013 "Well-earned Trophy" with inspiration from this slow jam: Phaeleh - Afterglow (feat. Soundmouse).
Lockdown was in cooldown. Lying stripped nearly to bare metal on hard substrate, somewhere on the bridge. He wasn't sure he could move very far, even if he wanted to. But, a mech'd be crazy to leave these two now, he thought. Slipstream was seated at his side, hip snug against his stripped chassis, legs folded away from him, and most of her weight supported by her single stripped arm on his other side. He could see the locked joints in the magenta glow of her vacant weapons ports. Soundwave wasn't far from either of them, reclining nearby, pumping out a slow jam at low volume. He didn't touch much, but Soundwave didn't need to touch to make anybot feel his presence.
The beat-down had been brutal, and Lockdown figured he had needed it, and scrap, maybe deserved it, too. Their Seeker had ripped armor and mods from him. They'd thrown each other across every room on the main deck. And then it had stopped. Lockdown had been shaking, optical ports hungry to have mods again. It had hurt, but it had been a good pain. Made everything sharp.
Then the light touches. Whispers. Still cruel, but soft, like killing with kindness. Ex-vented air. Sharp digits ghosting over his mess of circuits and ports, teasing connection. Rasping glide of lips on exposed protoform. And that was all before Soundwave joined them, with his enveloping energy field. The harmonics. His mood music. Lockdown didn't think Soundwave had talked at all during that time.
Slipstream had talked. Whispered. Telling Lockdown what she really thought of that one mod she'd left him, claiming it was as disgusting as loyalty programming, even as she probed its recesses with her talons.
Lockdown shuddered again, just thinking about it.
"Relax," she said now. "Piecemeal heap of scrap, you'll damage something."
Lockdown chuckled at that. The words were so-called sweet nothings coming from her. He lifted his stump of an arm to her near as bare arm. Hook was gone. Bent round her neck, like a piece of jewelry. She could keep her trophy. Looked real good there, he thought. And she'd earned it. Besides, Lockdown had spares.
Part of him wanted to strip the rest of her. But, this was good. The contrast made a nice picture. Slipstream's arm looked more bare against her armored chassis.
"You're beautiful."
"Try harder," Slipstream said, but the shift of optical lenses and lips said the compliment pleased her well enough.
"Good in command."
"Oh. Those were just put-downs, really. We can try real commands next time."
"Promise?" Because that could be hot.
She didn't speak to answer, just licked her lips, ever so slightly. Lockdown saw her free hand move toward him. Maybe she'd been touching Soundwave just then, he wasn't sure.
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Real command was not a game, but a pretended, temporary command could be fun, Slipstream thought. The stripping and beating itself didn't do much for her, except that she was doing it to Lockdown. But the parts when he fought back, a little, were really good. A flow of give and take.
Telling him off was a needed release, but she'd gotten that out of her system for now.
That he'd let her mess him up was a power trip. That was what got her. So, pretend command? "If Soundwave wants to help, again." He was lying on the floor in a position opposite Lockdown, where she could still reach his face, if she wanted to, though she danced talons over Lockdown's multi-colored optical circuits for the moment. Mech was a hot mess of adapters, weld lines, and customized ports.
Soundwave's near arm stretched out, nearly touching a port along the arm Lockdown had folded beneath his head, but retreating.
"I think he's got a hard drive for your data, though." Slipstream shivered to think of it: allowing a master of information and communication systems a hardline connection.
Soundwave tilted his head, and the visor looked up at her. It was like he knew, but maybe her feelings were more obvious in her own energy field than she knew. She visualized it contracting. "Please," he said, artificial tone stripped from his voice. Slipstream's control fizzled, her field expanded and she was certain Soundwave felt pleased.
When he spoke again, that tone was back. "Desire for data exchange: accurate guess." And then, "I can wait."
"Pretty heavy stuff, Wave," Lockdown said.
"Acknowledged."
Slipstream's gaze was drawn to her bare arm; it seemed wrong to see Lockdown without this hook. She kinda really liked the hook, secretly, of course. She was so keeping it. Without that edge of danger, Lockdown's touch felt downright comforting. "Please tell me you'll polish my wings." She was embarrassed to have said it.
"You tryna get all worked-up again?"
She averted her gaze. "No. I mean, like now. Nice, like that. No power tools."
"Any time," Lockdown promised, vocalizer laced with static.
Slipstream could hear Soundwave moving, but if she turned, she'd have to see the expression on Lockdown's faceplate.
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Soundwave turned toward Slipstream. He could feel the discomfort with having to voice her need. He wanted her to feel better. Not only so he could return to blissing-out on sated energy fields, but because he wanted her to be happy. Soundwave was the one who had really felt hurt by Lockdown, and Slipstream had figured it out and voiced the feelings for him. Their particular understanding was truly satisfying.
Soundwave searched for a place to touch Slipstream that would be 'nice', and not get her 'worked-up'. This seemed problematic with the Seeker's frame, so her planted on hand on her thigh.
Slipstream turned her head to look on him. Soundwave could see they had Lockdown's attention, as well. He still wanted a lot more from Lockdown. He was resolved, at least, that it was Lockdown's right to choose to take orders from an organic, and even to interface with one. It did not please Soundwave in any way, but conversely, Lockdown's careless attitude that enabled him to make such choices was otherwise something Soundwave found attractive. Soundwave could wait. He could wait for more.
Today, Slipstream had done a lot to make him happy. So, Soundwave would do what he was able to return the feeling. He leaned forward until their helms touched. He tilted his head one way, then the other, enjoying how their energies interacted at close proximity. He consciously dropped the tuning from his vocalizer. "Permission?"
Somewhere Laserbeak and Ratbat were covering Prince, "your......kiss~!"
"Yeah," she said with a deep, airy sigh.
Soundwave commanded his mask to retract. He could feel Slipstream's lips on his chin and recalculated the geometry between them. Their lips touched, only lightly. There was a word for this. Butterfly kisses? Lips slowly opening and shutting like the insect's wings. Alighting softly. Something small that caused a chain reaction that led to a hurricane-strong force of nature. "Oh, Baby!" He didn't know how else to express it, except to shift weight to his knees and cradle her head with his other hand.
Her mouth had been all over Lockdown, hadn't it? It was, in a manner of speaking, like Soundwave was kissing them both. He could, now, feel the vicarious thrill in Lockdown's field as he watched them. Slipstream's AllSpark fragment sang to him.
Soundwave leaned back, and then, unintentionally, fell the rest of the way to the floor. "Shower," he said.
Warnings/content advice: deceptifluff and afterglow, but also bots previously stripped of armor. Oh, and brief mention of sexual contact (with talons). OMG, I did say DECPTIfluff. They are having fluffy feelings about energy fields, mods, and trophies.
Rating: Pg-13
Continuity: Transformers Animated
Characters: Lockdown, Slipstream, Soundwave, with supporting Laserbeak and Ratbat
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro et al, not to me
Prompt: 27 Apr, 2013 "Fluff" + 9 Mar, 2013 "Well-earned Trophy" with inspiration from this slow jam: Phaeleh - Afterglow (feat. Soundmouse).
Lockdown was in cooldown. Lying stripped nearly to bare metal on hard substrate, somewhere on the bridge. He wasn't sure he could move very far, even if he wanted to. But, a mech'd be crazy to leave these two now, he thought. Slipstream was seated at his side, hip snug against his stripped chassis, legs folded away from him, and most of her weight supported by her single stripped arm on his other side. He could see the locked joints in the magenta glow of her vacant weapons ports. Soundwave wasn't far from either of them, reclining nearby, pumping out a slow jam at low volume. He didn't touch much, but Soundwave didn't need to touch to make anybot feel his presence.
The beat-down had been brutal, and Lockdown figured he had needed it, and scrap, maybe deserved it, too. Their Seeker had ripped armor and mods from him. They'd thrown each other across every room on the main deck. And then it had stopped. Lockdown had been shaking, optical ports hungry to have mods again. It had hurt, but it had been a good pain. Made everything sharp.
Then the light touches. Whispers. Still cruel, but soft, like killing with kindness. Ex-vented air. Sharp digits ghosting over his mess of circuits and ports, teasing connection. Rasping glide of lips on exposed protoform. And that was all before Soundwave joined them, with his enveloping energy field. The harmonics. His mood music. Lockdown didn't think Soundwave had talked at all during that time.
Slipstream had talked. Whispered. Telling Lockdown what she really thought of that one mod she'd left him, claiming it was as disgusting as loyalty programming, even as she probed its recesses with her talons.
Lockdown shuddered again, just thinking about it.
"Relax," she said now. "Piecemeal heap of scrap, you'll damage something."
Lockdown chuckled at that. The words were so-called sweet nothings coming from her. He lifted his stump of an arm to her near as bare arm. Hook was gone. Bent round her neck, like a piece of jewelry. She could keep her trophy. Looked real good there, he thought. And she'd earned it. Besides, Lockdown had spares.
Part of him wanted to strip the rest of her. But, this was good. The contrast made a nice picture. Slipstream's arm looked more bare against her armored chassis.
"You're beautiful."
"Try harder," Slipstream said, but the shift of optical lenses and lips said the compliment pleased her well enough.
"Good in command."
"Oh. Those were just put-downs, really. We can try real commands next time."
"Promise?" Because that could be hot.
She didn't speak to answer, just licked her lips, ever so slightly. Lockdown saw her free hand move toward him. Maybe she'd been touching Soundwave just then, he wasn't sure.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Real command was not a game, but a pretended, temporary command could be fun, Slipstream thought. The stripping and beating itself didn't do much for her, except that she was doing it to Lockdown. But the parts when he fought back, a little, were really good. A flow of give and take.
Telling him off was a needed release, but she'd gotten that out of her system for now.
That he'd let her mess him up was a power trip. That was what got her. So, pretend command? "If Soundwave wants to help, again." He was lying on the floor in a position opposite Lockdown, where she could still reach his face, if she wanted to, though she danced talons over Lockdown's multi-colored optical circuits for the moment. Mech was a hot mess of adapters, weld lines, and customized ports.
Soundwave's near arm stretched out, nearly touching a port along the arm Lockdown had folded beneath his head, but retreating.
"I think he's got a hard drive for your data, though." Slipstream shivered to think of it: allowing a master of information and communication systems a hardline connection.
Soundwave tilted his head, and the visor looked up at her. It was like he knew, but maybe her feelings were more obvious in her own energy field than she knew. She visualized it contracting. "Please," he said, artificial tone stripped from his voice. Slipstream's control fizzled, her field expanded and she was certain Soundwave felt pleased.
When he spoke again, that tone was back. "Desire for data exchange: accurate guess." And then, "I can wait."
"Pretty heavy stuff, Wave," Lockdown said.
"Acknowledged."
Slipstream's gaze was drawn to her bare arm; it seemed wrong to see Lockdown without this hook. She kinda really liked the hook, secretly, of course. She was so keeping it. Without that edge of danger, Lockdown's touch felt downright comforting. "Please tell me you'll polish my wings." She was embarrassed to have said it.
"You tryna get all worked-up again?"
She averted her gaze. "No. I mean, like now. Nice, like that. No power tools."
"Any time," Lockdown promised, vocalizer laced with static.
Slipstream could hear Soundwave moving, but if she turned, she'd have to see the expression on Lockdown's faceplate.
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Soundwave turned toward Slipstream. He could feel the discomfort with having to voice her need. He wanted her to feel better. Not only so he could return to blissing-out on sated energy fields, but because he wanted her to be happy. Soundwave was the one who had really felt hurt by Lockdown, and Slipstream had figured it out and voiced the feelings for him. Their particular understanding was truly satisfying.
Soundwave searched for a place to touch Slipstream that would be 'nice', and not get her 'worked-up'. This seemed problematic with the Seeker's frame, so her planted on hand on her thigh.
Slipstream turned her head to look on him. Soundwave could see they had Lockdown's attention, as well. He still wanted a lot more from Lockdown. He was resolved, at least, that it was Lockdown's right to choose to take orders from an organic, and even to interface with one. It did not please Soundwave in any way, but conversely, Lockdown's careless attitude that enabled him to make such choices was otherwise something Soundwave found attractive. Soundwave could wait. He could wait for more.
Today, Slipstream had done a lot to make him happy. So, Soundwave would do what he was able to return the feeling. He leaned forward until their helms touched. He tilted his head one way, then the other, enjoying how their energies interacted at close proximity. He consciously dropped the tuning from his vocalizer. "Permission?"
Somewhere Laserbeak and Ratbat were covering Prince, "your......kiss~!"
"Yeah," she said with a deep, airy sigh.
Soundwave commanded his mask to retract. He could feel Slipstream's lips on his chin and recalculated the geometry between them. Their lips touched, only lightly. There was a word for this. Butterfly kisses? Lips slowly opening and shutting like the insect's wings. Alighting softly. Something small that caused a chain reaction that led to a hurricane-strong force of nature. "Oh, Baby!" He didn't know how else to express it, except to shift weight to his knees and cradle her head with his other hand.
Her mouth had been all over Lockdown, hadn't it? It was, in a manner of speaking, like Soundwave was kissing them both. He could, now, feel the vicarious thrill in Lockdown's field as he watched them. Slipstream's AllSpark fragment sang to him.
Soundwave leaned back, and then, unintentionally, fell the rest of the way to the floor. "Shower," he said.