50kinkyways - Cake or Death
Title: Cake or Death
Fandom: Transformers G1
Characters: Scavenger/Mixmaster
Prompt: #15: Food Play
Word Count: 799
Rating: R
Summary: Mixmaster bakes a cake. Scavenger gets foam on his hands. Mixmaster cleans him up.
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Mixmaster cooed over his latest cake, drizzling caulk over the fluffy insulating foam. There were lots of little pockets in the cake just filled with more caulk, and since it was made from seven thin layers of the batter, it practically floated on the foam. He didn't actually need the crystallized energon skewers to hold it together, but they added such a nice little surprise when you bit down!
Of course, after a few bites of the cake material itself, finding sharp bits of energon would be the least of your worries.
The door to his lab slid open, and Scavenger stuck his head around the edge of the door. "Long Haul's looking for you."
"Of course he is!" Mixmaster giggled and hugged himself, caulk smearing on his arms. "But he can always get more insulating foam from the humans. None of them will make cakes like I do, as he well knows! And don't lurk like that, you. Come in!"
Scavenger slipped into the room, his tail curled up tightly against his back. It always did that in his lab, though, so nothing to worry about. Scavvy said it was because all the scents were too overwhelming.
Poor thing, needing to twist himself all up just to enter Mixmaster's domain. The chemist smiled brightly at his gestalt-mate and beckoned him closer. "Cake or death?"
"... Cake?"
"Ex-ex-excellent choice!" Mixmaster clapped his hands together. "Let me finish with the caulk, and you feast your senses on a piece. Try the foam!"
Scavenger swiped a fingerful of foam and scraped it off against the lower edge of his mask. Bit by bit, it seemed to disappear. "Long Haul says he's going to leave you fire-retardant foam next time."
Mixmaster licked a bit of caulk off his fingers thoughtfully, then reached for a handful of cake. "He'll never do that. Fire-retardant foam is scary stuff."
Scavenger shrugged and settled back to watch, still getting the flecks of foam off his finger.
The chemist took a deliberate bite of his cake and purred. It dissolved in his mouth slowly, the delicious mixture tasting like a kiss with all of his gestalt-mates at once.
His drum whirled, and he looked at Scavenger through optic-data taking on a sultry cast. The curve of the digger's tail, the little bit of foam on the underside of his mask, the tasty submissiveness that didn't come off no matter how you licked... Scavenger made such a delightfully pliant and yielding little bundle of struts.
Mixmaster smirked and took another bite of cake. "You should have a piece."
Scavenger's tail twitched and his optics brightened rapidly. "If you think it's a good idea..."
"It's a wonderful idea! It came from me, didn't it?"
The digger reached out and scooped up a piece, caulk spilling over the edge of the foam and running down his arms to drip on the floor.
Mixmaster whimpered, the data his optics were sending him turning oddly glazed. That had nothing on the smell that hit him, the enticing bouquet of working construction machinery and the kind of chemical mixtures that you'd die to taste. Possibly literally if the ratios were off.
"I'm sorry," Scavenger said hastily. "I'll clean it up-"
"Oh, no-no-no! I can do that!" Mixmaster dropped his piece of cake back with the rest of it and practically lunged around the table.
There was foam, thick and creamy, sliding over Scavenger's wrists, and the digger had bright-bright optics. He flinched back as Mixmaster barrelled towards him.
It didn't stop Mixmaster from dropping to his knees in front of Scavenger and snatching up one hand to lick white fluids off of. Scavenger yiped and managed to not jump back or overbalance himself; so well-trained! Mixmaster smirked up at his gestalt-mate and scraped his mouth against the edge of Scavenger's wrist.
"Mixmaster..."
"Sssh, sssh. I know what I'm doing." He licked at the sticky white caulk, foam smearing on his cheek. "Mmm. You've been digging in loam. It smells-" He inhaled loudly, sucking up foam. "Distinctive. I bet I could synthesize it, and you could smell that way all the time..."
Scavenger's hand convulsed. "Mixmaster...!"
The chemist sucked a finger into his mouth, optics dimming blissfully. But it cleaned off so fast, and he was letting caulk and foam drip all over his own thighs... "Put the cake down, or I'll never get you cleaned up."
Scavenger whimpered agreeably, his fingers curling and twitching against Mixmaster's face. The chemist was just getting covered with white, sticky stuff; he'd have to take a nice, long, luxurious bath afterwards. But first, oooh, more Scavenger to clean up! And then, perhaps, to get dirty all over again.
Mixmaster giggled as he pulled another of the digger's fingers into his mouth, Scavenger's mewling just adding to the fun.
End
Cross-posted to 50kinkyways and mecha_erotica.
Fandom: Transformers G1
Characters: Scavenger/Mixmaster
Prompt: #15: Food Play
Word Count: 799
Rating: R
Summary: Mixmaster bakes a cake. Scavenger gets foam on his hands. Mixmaster cleans him up.
---
Mixmaster cooed over his latest cake, drizzling caulk over the fluffy insulating foam. There were lots of little pockets in the cake just filled with more caulk, and since it was made from seven thin layers of the batter, it practically floated on the foam. He didn't actually need the crystallized energon skewers to hold it together, but they added such a nice little surprise when you bit down!
Of course, after a few bites of the cake material itself, finding sharp bits of energon would be the least of your worries.
The door to his lab slid open, and Scavenger stuck his head around the edge of the door. "Long Haul's looking for you."
"Of course he is!" Mixmaster giggled and hugged himself, caulk smearing on his arms. "But he can always get more insulating foam from the humans. None of them will make cakes like I do, as he well knows! And don't lurk like that, you. Come in!"
Scavenger slipped into the room, his tail curled up tightly against his back. It always did that in his lab, though, so nothing to worry about. Scavvy said it was because all the scents were too overwhelming.
Poor thing, needing to twist himself all up just to enter Mixmaster's domain. The chemist smiled brightly at his gestalt-mate and beckoned him closer. "Cake or death?"
"... Cake?"
"Ex-ex-excellent choice!" Mixmaster clapped his hands together. "Let me finish with the caulk, and you feast your senses on a piece. Try the foam!"
Scavenger swiped a fingerful of foam and scraped it off against the lower edge of his mask. Bit by bit, it seemed to disappear. "Long Haul says he's going to leave you fire-retardant foam next time."
Mixmaster licked a bit of caulk off his fingers thoughtfully, then reached for a handful of cake. "He'll never do that. Fire-retardant foam is scary stuff."
Scavenger shrugged and settled back to watch, still getting the flecks of foam off his finger.
The chemist took a deliberate bite of his cake and purred. It dissolved in his mouth slowly, the delicious mixture tasting like a kiss with all of his gestalt-mates at once.
His drum whirled, and he looked at Scavenger through optic-data taking on a sultry cast. The curve of the digger's tail, the little bit of foam on the underside of his mask, the tasty submissiveness that didn't come off no matter how you licked... Scavenger made such a delightfully pliant and yielding little bundle of struts.
Mixmaster smirked and took another bite of cake. "You should have a piece."
Scavenger's tail twitched and his optics brightened rapidly. "If you think it's a good idea..."
"It's a wonderful idea! It came from me, didn't it?"
The digger reached out and scooped up a piece, caulk spilling over the edge of the foam and running down his arms to drip on the floor.
Mixmaster whimpered, the data his optics were sending him turning oddly glazed. That had nothing on the smell that hit him, the enticing bouquet of working construction machinery and the kind of chemical mixtures that you'd die to taste. Possibly literally if the ratios were off.
"I'm sorry," Scavenger said hastily. "I'll clean it up-"
"Oh, no-no-no! I can do that!" Mixmaster dropped his piece of cake back with the rest of it and practically lunged around the table.
There was foam, thick and creamy, sliding over Scavenger's wrists, and the digger had bright-bright optics. He flinched back as Mixmaster barrelled towards him.
It didn't stop Mixmaster from dropping to his knees in front of Scavenger and snatching up one hand to lick white fluids off of. Scavenger yiped and managed to not jump back or overbalance himself; so well-trained! Mixmaster smirked up at his gestalt-mate and scraped his mouth against the edge of Scavenger's wrist.
"Mixmaster..."
"Sssh, sssh. I know what I'm doing." He licked at the sticky white caulk, foam smearing on his cheek. "Mmm. You've been digging in loam. It smells-" He inhaled loudly, sucking up foam. "Distinctive. I bet I could synthesize it, and you could smell that way all the time..."
Scavenger's hand convulsed. "Mixmaster...!"
The chemist sucked a finger into his mouth, optics dimming blissfully. But it cleaned off so fast, and he was letting caulk and foam drip all over his own thighs... "Put the cake down, or I'll never get you cleaned up."
Scavenger whimpered agreeably, his fingers curling and twitching against Mixmaster's face. The chemist was just getting covered with white, sticky stuff; he'd have to take a nice, long, luxurious bath afterwards. But first, oooh, more Scavenger to clean up! And then, perhaps, to get dirty all over again.
Mixmaster giggled as he pulled another of the digger's fingers into his mouth, Scavenger's mewling just adding to the fun.
End
Cross-posted to 50kinkyways and mecha_erotica.