Sticky Response pt2
This post is closed to new stories! Head over to Pt 5!
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... )
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... )
"-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.
Reply
“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.
Reply
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.
Reply
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
Reply
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'.
Reply
And, well, let's just say Sunstreaker is in no rush to put Mirage into a mold without a little playtime, first.
Reply
Reply
Ehh, I'll leave that for the next update. :)
Reply
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.
Reply
Sunstreaker is going to be a creative bugger with having fun with Mirage, that is for certain.
Reply
Leave a comment