[FIC] Word Play
Title: Word Play
Fandom: IDW's G1/G1
Pairing/Characters: RatchetxSunstreakerxSideswipe
Rating: R
Summary/Warnings: Drunk mechs being horny
Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro/Takara
A/N: I wrote these word based ficlets in Tumblr few months ago but got them proof-read only recently. Thank you, GGG for being my beta.
"Normal talk"
Thinking
::Bonds::
** **
Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy
Sideswipe’s visual feed was too sharp (too many details and a whole slew of new shades in the color spectra was… interesting) and his audio feed too sensitive (Chromia was officially his new idol, if she really had made Ironhide do that). His optics moved restlessly all over the place, fingers tapping the table in a fast, irregular rhythm. Sideswipe could almost feel the energy skittering inside of him, the charge trying to find an outlet but failing, as Sideswipe took another sip of the high-grade. His internal core temperature jumped as the new wave of energy hit him, fans clicking on and flailing. There was just too much excess energy for Sideswipe’s frame to channel by just sitting still.
Overcharge was different with every mech. Frontliners, like him and Sunstreaker, were built for speed while being heavily armored to take pretty much anything the enemy threw at them and then some. When they ingested high grade, they usually got energetic. They didn’t reach the level of disorientation and scrambled equilibrium chips others did unless they drowned themselves into the stuff.
It still gave a mech a pleasant buzz, once you dialed down your sensors.
Sideswipe was reaching out for more high-grade, when he felt something jostle him, or, more precisely his spark.
It was like somebody came and bashed him right into his chest. But instead of a blunt weapon, he was hit with overwhelming lust. Sideswipe’s fans stuttered, shocked, before cranking up, spinning loudly as an arousal (that was not his own) started an inferno in his interface equipment.
::Sunstreaker…:: Sideswipe growled, annoyed. The red twin gritted his denta as his over-charged sensors honed in on the subject of Sunstreaker’s lust with the intensity of a hunter.
::Fragger, stop that, we agreed that we… should not…:: Sideswipe’s snarl trailed off as he fully registered just who was Sunstreaker’s “target”. ::Oh frag.::
**
Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone
Sunstreaker smirked, when he felt Sideswipe’s own lust hit him with the gracefulness of Devastator, but he didn’t look away from his prey. Not even when his brother made an interesting sound that was somewhere between a needy whimper and a breathless groan.
The predatory optics followed the big mech’s every single move from his tapping foot to the way he brought the cube to his lip plates, slowly drinking the high-grade. Even from a distance, Sunstreaker could see the shift in the neck cables, the way they moved as the mech swallowed the liquid.
The yellow mech wondered how those intakes would feel against his spike; to watch that mouth stretch wide open as he’d slowly push inside while Sideswipe would keep that white helm in place. Would the mech gag? Or perhaps he knew how to loosen his neck cabling like some of the mechs Sunstreaker had met. It was possible; medics were usually very familiar with their… limits.
Whatever was the case, it would definitely look hot. And if he was as good as Sunstreaker believed him to be, it would be only fair to return the favor, by using those sensitive hand to finger-frag himself. Or Sideswipe and he could frag the medic, one at a time or together, it didn’t really matter.
The powerful engine purred, the rumble barely audible in the loud cacophony of noises that filled the crowded rec. room. Sunstreaker could feel identical tremors coming from his side as Sideswipe agreed.
**
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you
Ratchet paid no attention to the two horny frontliners. Really, who did they think they were fooling? He had felt their interest almost immediately, the suggestive tingles coming in waves, brushing against the edges of his EM field almost like physical touches.
It felt nice, he had to admit that. Ratchet hummed sub-vocally as he drank more high-grade and the brushes became stronger as the twins’ lust spiked, turning into possessive strokes. He shivered, when the combined EM fields pulled back, only to return soon, the ghost-like touches careful but determined.
Let the two glitches steam for another breem, Ratchet thought. Then he’d find out, if the twins knew how to frag a mech properly. If not, well, Ratchet was more than ready to remedy that.
- Senna-chan
Fandom: IDW's G1/G1
Pairing/Characters: RatchetxSunstreakerxSideswipe
Rating: R
Summary/Warnings: Drunk mechs being horny
Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro/Takara
A/N: I wrote these word based ficlets in Tumblr few months ago but got them proof-read only recently. Thank you, GGG for being my beta.
"Normal talk"
Thinking
::Bonds::
** **
Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy
Sideswipe’s visual feed was too sharp (too many details and a whole slew of new shades in the color spectra was… interesting) and his audio feed too sensitive (Chromia was officially his new idol, if she really had made Ironhide do that). His optics moved restlessly all over the place, fingers tapping the table in a fast, irregular rhythm. Sideswipe could almost feel the energy skittering inside of him, the charge trying to find an outlet but failing, as Sideswipe took another sip of the high-grade. His internal core temperature jumped as the new wave of energy hit him, fans clicking on and flailing. There was just too much excess energy for Sideswipe’s frame to channel by just sitting still.
Overcharge was different with every mech. Frontliners, like him and Sunstreaker, were built for speed while being heavily armored to take pretty much anything the enemy threw at them and then some. When they ingested high grade, they usually got energetic. They didn’t reach the level of disorientation and scrambled equilibrium chips others did unless they drowned themselves into the stuff.
It still gave a mech a pleasant buzz, once you dialed down your sensors.
Sideswipe was reaching out for more high-grade, when he felt something jostle him, or, more precisely his spark.
It was like somebody came and bashed him right into his chest. But instead of a blunt weapon, he was hit with overwhelming lust. Sideswipe’s fans stuttered, shocked, before cranking up, spinning loudly as an arousal (that was not his own) started an inferno in his interface equipment.
::Sunstreaker…:: Sideswipe growled, annoyed. The red twin gritted his denta as his over-charged sensors honed in on the subject of Sunstreaker’s lust with the intensity of a hunter.
::Fragger, stop that, we agreed that we… should not…:: Sideswipe’s snarl trailed off as he fully registered just who was Sunstreaker’s “target”. ::Oh frag.::
**
Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone
Sunstreaker smirked, when he felt Sideswipe’s own lust hit him with the gracefulness of Devastator, but he didn’t look away from his prey. Not even when his brother made an interesting sound that was somewhere between a needy whimper and a breathless groan.
The predatory optics followed the big mech’s every single move from his tapping foot to the way he brought the cube to his lip plates, slowly drinking the high-grade. Even from a distance, Sunstreaker could see the shift in the neck cables, the way they moved as the mech swallowed the liquid.
The yellow mech wondered how those intakes would feel against his spike; to watch that mouth stretch wide open as he’d slowly push inside while Sideswipe would keep that white helm in place. Would the mech gag? Or perhaps he knew how to loosen his neck cabling like some of the mechs Sunstreaker had met. It was possible; medics were usually very familiar with their… limits.
Whatever was the case, it would definitely look hot. And if he was as good as Sunstreaker believed him to be, it would be only fair to return the favor, by using those sensitive hand to finger-frag himself. Or Sideswipe and he could frag the medic, one at a time or together, it didn’t really matter.
The powerful engine purred, the rumble barely audible in the loud cacophony of noises that filled the crowded rec. room. Sunstreaker could feel identical tremors coming from his side as Sideswipe agreed.
**
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you
Ratchet paid no attention to the two horny frontliners. Really, who did they think they were fooling? He had felt their interest almost immediately, the suggestive tingles coming in waves, brushing against the edges of his EM field almost like physical touches.
It felt nice, he had to admit that. Ratchet hummed sub-vocally as he drank more high-grade and the brushes became stronger as the twins’ lust spiked, turning into possessive strokes. He shivered, when the combined EM fields pulled back, only to return soon, the ghost-like touches careful but determined.
Let the two glitches steam for another breem, Ratchet thought. Then he’d find out, if the twins knew how to frag a mech properly. If not, well, Ratchet was more than ready to remedy that.
- Senna-chan