Onslaught did not kiss people. Ignoring that he couldn't, he considered it a rather frivolous way of showing affection. He bought gifts for his lovers, dinners, stroked and polished them. He gave them devotion.
Motormaster didn't want devotion. The boy wanted to fight and fuck, body against body, until Onslaught wasn't certain if they were fighting or fucking. One or the other or both together or neither at all.
It had started with a fight. He was certain of that. A fight in too-close quarters, with no witnesses, and the boy running on all that passion and need to cause suffering. Onslaught couldn't back down from the fight without months of mockery, and pounding the boy always raised his spirits.
Somewhere in the middle, what was happening changed. The boy kissed him, bit him, licked, and he responded.
It ended with fucking, and the boy's mouth on his throat.
Except it turned out to be a different beginning, and Onslaught wasn't entirely certain he liked this new form of relationship with Motormaster.
There is something about the boy. He reminds Davy Jones of herIt's foolish. The boy is flesh and bone. He is not a power bound in skin. The captain has seen the boy's father, has forced cruelty on them both. Their suffering pleases him. Almost as much as the boy's hot blood
( ... )
This is a variation on Tracks/Blaster that is, well, very different from what I usually do with the two of them. It's what I felt like writing, though, so it's what you get. ^_^
Tracks/Blaster
The door to their shared quarters slid open, and Blaster sauntered in. Music drifted from his speakers, low enough to not overly aggravate everyone who still hated Earth-music. He gave Tracks little wave as the Corvette glanced up from waxing himself.
Hey, hey, you, you! I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way, I think you need one!
Tracks found his hands moving unconsciously to the beat, changing the feel of his wax job. "Is it just me, or have I been hearing that song a lot lately?"
"Hey, we've got the Decepticons on the run for the first time in a long time now!" Blaster leaned against the door, watching Tracks with appreciative optics. "How could I not play a song this violently cheerful?"
Hey, hey, you, you! I could be your girlfriend!"How could you indeed?" Tracks murmurred. "I would almost think you were trying to deliver a
( ... )
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Onslaught did not kiss people. Ignoring that he couldn't, he considered it a rather frivolous way of showing affection. He bought gifts for his lovers, dinners, stroked and polished them. He gave them devotion.
Motormaster didn't want devotion. The boy wanted to fight and fuck, body against body, until Onslaught wasn't certain if they were fighting or fucking. One or the other or both together or neither at all.
It had started with a fight. He was certain of that. A fight in too-close quarters, with no witnesses, and the boy running on all that passion and need to cause suffering. Onslaught couldn't back down from the fight without months of mockery, and pounding the boy always raised his spirits.
Somewhere in the middle, what was happening changed. The boy kissed him, bit him, licked, and he responded.
It ended with fucking, and the boy's mouth on his throat.
Except it turned out to be a different beginning, and Onslaught wasn't entirely certain he liked this new form of relationship with Motormaster.
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...what?
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There is something about the boy. He reminds Davy Jones of herIt's foolish. The boy is flesh and bone. He is not a power bound in skin. The captain has seen the boy's father, has forced cruelty on them both. Their suffering pleases him. Almost as much as the boy's hot blood ( ... )
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But if we're going with characters you have written: Tracks and Blaster.
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Tracks/Blaster
The door to their shared quarters slid open, and Blaster sauntered in. Music drifted from his speakers, low enough to not overly aggravate everyone who still hated Earth-music. He gave Tracks little wave as the Corvette glanced up from waxing himself.
Hey, hey, you, you! I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way, I think you need one!
Tracks found his hands moving unconsciously to the beat, changing the feel of his wax job. "Is it just me, or have I been hearing that song a lot lately?"
"Hey, we've got the Decepticons on the run for the first time in a long time now!" Blaster leaned against the door, watching Tracks with appreciative optics. "How could I not play a song this violently cheerful?"
Hey, hey, you, you! I could be your girlfriend!"How could you indeed?" Tracks murmurred. "I would almost think you were trying to deliver a ( ... )
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Reading what song it was made me giggle (our a cappella group performs this one ^^) but oh Blaster...
" He tilted his head up, turning his face at that winsome angle he had perfected so long ago."
*melts more happily*
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