Sticky Response pt2
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FIC: Continuity - Title (optional) - Characters - brief Kink (please include the entire thing on every part you post and for every comment!) and put Ch# or Pt# at the end. Note any major squicks or kinks in the header as a courtesy to the ( Read more... )
Stories that were started here continue here.
FIC: Continuity - Title (optional) - Characters - brief Kink (please include the entire thing on every part you post and for every comment!) and put Ch# or Pt# at the end. Note any major squicks or kinks in the header as a courtesy to the ( Read more... )
Working in the special hidden room, filled with any and all equipment for the task at hand, both went about stringing up their newest artistic endeavor. Two paralyzed mechs at their kind mercy, they had them suspended by wires and were working on moving them into position.
Sunstreaker was having fun even while he committed to his memory drives every detail that Mirage gave him about the process. And true to his word, Mirage worked without an interface panel (Sunstreaker followed suit), and created a tantalizing sight whenever Sunstreaker’s optics roamed down that lithe body. Ideas were being molded in his head even while helping Mirage move the two living frames into position, suspending one into the lap of the other in a moment of raw pleasure, held up by bondage cuffs and their joints locked with a special layer of solidifying spray that effectively froze the joint in position until a solvent was applied. It was something Mirage saved for the more complicated positions he used.
“Are the energon lines in place?” Mirage asked from the work desk while he worked on the monitors, ready to begin the feed.
Sunstreaker just finished securing the last line in place, the source of energy for the mechs during their ‘stay’. Sunstreaker knew that it wouldn’t be long- not long enough to garner too much unwanted attention on the missing mechs, or long enough to let their systems deteriorate from lack of use. He learned eventually that the mechs would be dropped off at random points, far away from the Towers in an unpredictable manner, with their memories of the events leading up to and including their stay wiped away, and the mechs unharmed, their systems flushed of the traces of nanite serums and processor blocks. When you had access to the resources available around the Tower, you could do anything. Eventually the game would end- but for now it was delicious fun.
“Yep. All set.” Sunstreaker replied, stepping away from the mechs. His optics returned to Mirage’s aft, just as the mech turned to look at him when he finished activating the feeds. Mirage knew just what the golden mech was staring at, and gave him a seductive smirk.
Sunstreaker paused in his work and sauntered to the towers noble, who turned to face him, and his gold hands went to either side of the mech’s waist, trapping him at the desk while he gazed into the yellow eyes, dimmed with an undeniable lust.
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Sunstreaker’s vents whirred to life. His spike had earlier extended and rubbed on the hollow of Mirage’s inner thighs as he inclined forward, further pressing himself into that just slightly smaller body, making Mirage have to grip the table behind him to keep from falling backwards on his work.
Sunstreaker pulled back for a moment, breaking the lip lock, “Oh, yes. Much more fun. I’m surprised you did this all alone before now… But I’m starting to see this is much more appealing. “
“Haha, well-“ Mirage was stopped by an impatient kiss, “We’ve still got a-” He spoke in between the imposing kisses. “-lot more work to do before-“ another kiss. “-we can really begin to fool around.”
The gold mech growled low, dejected at not be able to go farther right now. But now he had a new goal- finish with their work so they could properly admire it, so Sunstreaker could learn how to do it, and the two of them could get to business.
They further prepped their newest piece of art. They had finished with the stringing up, and were setting up the magnetic barrier that would become the mold around the mechs, a system of energy shields of adjustable size to accommodate the mechs to be trapped in it.
“What is the formula you use for plastic? I’d imagine it would burn the plating of the mechs when poured if it was melted.” Sunstreaker asked as Mirage went back to the controls; the hosing that would pump the liquid plastic in was being adjusted over the top, the energy barriers set and on.
“Hmm? Now, of course it’s not melted- the temperatures could very well harm the artwork,” Mirage replied indignantly, “It’s a special mixture I discovered from some scientists in Iacon: it’s a plastic liquid at room temperature and when it’s mixed with hydrogen monoxide, it hydrolyzes and solidifies.”
“What about getting them out?” Sunstreaker asked, sounding quite interested.
“A solvent I have in stock disintegrates all of that plastic pretty quickly.”
“You’ll have to show me where it is.” Sunstreaker murmured, a bit too quietly for Mirage to hear, even as he approached the lithe mech from behind. Mirage has finished the protocols, and Sunstreaker heard the rush of liquid beginning to fill the mold, mixing with its hydrolyser- within a few minutes, the plastic would fill to the brim, and would harden to a smooth, see-through finish. Then the electromagnetic barrier could be disassembled easily, leaving the living statue behind. The rest of the procedure was simplistic.
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“Mirage…” Sunstreaker purred, so close to the noble that he could feel the slight heat emanating off of the glossy frame.
“Hmm?” was the only reply as Sunstreaker reached out to him, Mirage not even looking over his shoulder as he watched the monitors.
When Mirage turned his head to look over his shoulder plating, Sunstreaker’s hands went to the blue hips, holding them tight.
“I don’t think I can wait anymore.” Sunstreaker murmured, and tugged on those hips lightly, one hand moving away from the hip long enough to push Mirage’s anterior to the tabletop with a small ‘oomph’.
The sudden change in position only slightly shocked Mirage, but his aft still wriggled when Sunstreaker’s spike pressed to it. Oh, yes, from this position, the yellow mech had great access to his interface equipment. The slightly larger and certainly stronger mech had no problem pushing Mirage’s legs farther apart, baring the small, tight valve to his raking optics.
“Do you want it?” Sunstreaker teased, moving his hand over the blue aft, and sneaked his thumb down, pressing down on the engraved rim, where he knew there was a sensor node; appreciating the custom-made beauty of a noble-mech’s valve.
“Ungh- Primus, yes.” Mirage hissed, his thighs gave a twitch even as he pushed back on the hand so close to being inside him.
Sunstreaker smirked, seeing the droplet of lubricant clinging to the rim spill over down the pelvic plating. He pushed his thumb inside the hot, wet opening, pressing into the inner sensors, lighting them up to make the mech on the table writhe back, begging for more.
He was going to give him so much more- make him dizzy with ecstasy.
Sunstreaker’s spike ached at the arousing sight, and without further warning, moved his thumb away and lined up to the entrance and pushed in with one smooth thrust. Mirage arched, mouth open in a silent cry, his quiet engine purred as he was penetrated. A rhythm started, going slow and deep at first, Sunstreaker kept a cool composure even as his head swam in delight at the tight pull of the valve walls. He kept his hands on Mirage’s aft, enjoying the feel of the slightly curved metal under his fingers.
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He felt something else nudge at the anterior edge of his valve, even as Sunstreaker kept his easy, deep pace. With a quick slip, Sunstreaker’s finger squeezed in alongside his spike, stretching Mirage’s valve just a bit further, rubbing against more nodes even more. The noble-mech moaned at the extra width, making his valve feel even tighter.
“Tell me how that feels, ‘Raj.” Sunstreaker grunted with his thrusts, watching Mirage’s face (half-dimmed optics, mouth open and constantly leaking little pleading whimpers and looking so lustful and ‘faceable.) and he hooked his finger a little, scraping the inside of the valve lightly.
“Aaah!… Feels- ungh- wonderful!” Mirage groaned, pushing his aft back against Sunstreaker, “Your spike- your touch-Augh-- revs my engines so vigorously.”
“Hmmmmm, you really enjoy everything I do to your lovely valve, don’t you? You’re no whore, but you’ll turn up your aft to me for anything I want to do to it, won’t you?” Sunstreaker pulled his finger out of that tight and warm space, and replaced it with two.
Mirage whimpered, feeling those fingers slide in, stretching his valve just past comfort, but the lighting of his sensor array was driving him wild, twisting his hips even under the grip, and Sunstreaker quickened his pace in reply.
“Primus, ‘Raj…” Sunstreaker groaned, his free hand moving to brace himself on the table, further trapping the smaller chassis beneath his, vents blasting, engine roaring.
Sunstreaker stiffened: between the tightness and his own rocking into that sweet, hot valve, his overload hit him when he thought of his future plans for Mirage, filling the mech under him with transfluid. Mirage moaned, his vocalizer hitching and Sunstreaker continued his thrusts long enough to bring him over the edge to twitch and cry through his own overload.
With open vents and shaking, loosened hydraulics, Sunstreaker pulled out, hands lingering on Mirage’s hips. He’d left shallow dents in the shapes of servos behind, nothing that couldn’t easily be fixed. But the possessive marks were beautiful and even more arousing… Sunstreaker couldn’t wait until their next round of interfacing- but the plastic was beginning to harden.
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Sideswipe was clueless to what Sunstreaker was up to over the past stellar-cycle. Of course, he was always somehow half-right: knowing that Sunstreaker had some frag-partner, and blamed the secrecy of Sunny’s natural disposition: the yellow mech didn’t discuss the overtly personal and soft-sparked details of anything. He could talk dirty, but he didn’t talk affection. Sideswipe didn’t particularly care, either. There was no suspicion between the two; trust was second nature.
Sunstreaker didn’t think he was abusing the trust of his twin- never even considered it. Trust with Mirage was an entirely different matter.
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Moar plz!
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Anon Author, I am intrigued, aroused, and disturbed. Do go on.
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"-So, I had told the mech, ‘Oh, no, let me. My creators always told me don’t drink any energon you didn’t mix yourself,’” Mirage chuckled, holding to his mostly drained high-grade, sitting beside Sunstreaker in the comfortable space of his loft. Sunstreaker had an arm draped over Mirages shoulders, grasping his own cube.
“He was such a large mech, there was no way I’d be able to knock him out with the suppressant injectors I had on hand, so I… sneaked a couple of additive ores into his high-grade when I brought him back to the loft.”
Sunstreaker laughed alongside him, “Good thing I was there to help you move him into the room, otherwise you’d still be dragging him across the floor. Can’t imagine why you chose a mech so large; it could have gone badly.”
“Well, if anything were to go wrong, I could cloak myself long enough to get away,” Mirage replied, waving it away.
“How does that work, anyway?” Sunstreaker asked, “It’s… quite intriguing.”
“Hmm, it’s a mod I had implanted a while ago- quite useful on hunts,” Mirage said, “Want to see it?”
Sunstreaker nodded, and Mirage leaned over, and with a self-executed protocol, a small patch of armor on his shoulder opened, the gleam of the metal surface of an implanted mod was quite visible.
“Quite an addition: must’ve cost quite a bit.”
“Well, not a lot of mechs can afford the peripheral modifications that allow for full invisibility: that’s merely the central hub.” Mirage let the panel close again, and leaned back again.
“Hmm, you’re out of energon,” Sunstreaker said, looking to the cube in Mirage’s hand.
“Oh. So I am,” Mirage nonchalantly said, “Did you want another?”
As Mirage went to get up, Sunstreaker said, “No, let me.”
“Thank you,” Mirage said, handing his cube to Sunstreaker’s open hand, “You know where the energon is stored.”
Sunstreaker was back in a click with two full cubes, and handed one back to Mirage, who accepted it courteously.
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“Hmm, yes, indeed I did. You know the energy barriers I use for the molds? I had been looking a bit into it, and with a bit of modification, I believe I can allow for the limbs of a mech to be outside of the mold. It could open up some… exciting opportunities for the art.”
“Too bad you hadn’t told me about that idea earlier.”
“Yes. Quite a shame.” Mirage sipped on his energon cube as Sunstreaker did.
“Speaking of art,” Sunstreaker purred, “I would very much enjoy if you could pose for me some day…” His arm went from Mirage’s shoulders, down his dorsal plates and cupped his aft as Mirage took another swig of his cube.
The noble mech chuckled, “I suppose it would be a private collection piece.”
“I suppose; wouldn’t want to share your beautiful chassis with anyone- they would be jealous of me,” Sunstreaker murmured into Mirage’s helm, into his audio receptors.
Mirage gave a short laugh, “You are a horrible flatterer, you know that?”
“Can’t help myself.” Sunstreaker moved forward, pressing his lips possessively over Mirage’s, manipulating them open, allowing his glossa inside. His hands stroked down the noble mech’s sides, fingers playing into the slightest of gaps to stroke at sensitive wires and inner components. The energon cube in his hand was put to the side.
Mirage moaned lightly, smiling into Sunstreaker’s lips at the amorous touches, bringing his free hand up to stroke the fins on the yellow mech’s helm.
Sunstreaker leaned back again, “I think you should do some posing for me… right now.”
The blue and white mech smirked playfully at him, “What would you like to see?” his fingers worked their way down Sunstreaker’s pectoral armor, rubbing into seams lightly.
“I’d like to see you dance,” Sunstreaker murmured, taking Mirage’s hand from its ministrations, and pulling him up from his seat, “Only you can make drinking high-grade such a work of art.”
Mirage knew the prompt to take another drink of his cube, not moving his optics away from Sunstreaker’s as he took a long sip, even letting a drop escape the corner of his lips to let his glossa lick it back up.
“I guess we’ll need a bit of music, now won’t we?” Mirage sauntered over to a nearby table that had the controls to his stereo system. With another sip of high-grade and a peek at the music listing, a pounding song rang through the speakers; something played mostly in the clubs of upper Iacon.
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Then Mirage suddenly slipped a little- legs giving out, aft landing on Sunstreaker’s lap, and the noble-mech’s optics went bright from shock at his loss of motor control. Sunstreaker nearly jumped too when the other mech dropped so suddenly.
“Su-Sunnyyy,” Mirage mumbled, optics shorting for a second, “Whoa- uhm, I am not… feeling so well.”
Sunstreaker looked into the panicked optics that were losing their focus quite quickly, “No, you don’t look too steady, either.” And then the yellow mech couldn’t help but smirk.
He saw the mech’s arms fall a bit limp, uncoordinated, the cube slipping from his fingers to tumble to the floor, spilling its contents. The blue mech collapsed, strutless. Sunstreaker caught him in mid-fall and carefully laid Mirage down on the floor. His vents gave a short wheeze in panic, and promptly shut down with a whine of mechanics.
“W-wha dii youu d-do?” Mirage whimpered through a slurring vocalizer before his body fell into stasis.
Sunstreaker watched.
Time to begin.
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I do have a little treat: for fun, I made a list of music that mildly inspired and goes along with the story. Starts out light and sexy, turns dark and possessive.
Enjoy.
http://www.playlist.com/playlist/20276263947
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Still enjoying the fic very much, creeped out as I am. Poor Mirage. Just deserts and all, but I have a feeling Sunstreaker is about to do much worse to him then he did to his 'art'.
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And, well, let's just say Sunstreaker is in no rush to put Mirage into a mold without a little playtime, first.
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Ehh, I'll leave that for the next update. :)
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You are made of win just for doing a sequel, and you are made of win x2 for doing a sequel that is so hot. I mean, seriously, just the straight sex is hot even without the kink yet. I can't wait to see what Sunstreaker does.
YOU. ARE. AWESOME.
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