Choices
Title: Choices
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Characters: Breakdown/Starscream
Rating: T
Warning: Slash, kissing (again?!)
Disclaimer: I think we'd know if I owned Transformers XP
Offlining his optic as the spray hit him, Breakdown let out a long sigh. He always seemed to begin to over think things when in his private wash-rack.
Today had been a complete failure. True, Lord Megatron hadn’t punished him, nor did he seem to think that he had totally failed. He failed at getting the polarity gauntlet, but his only redeeming factor had been bringing in Airachnid.
He was glad he was finally free from her...all she did was curse and shout at him the whole way back to the Nemesis.
His thoughts shifted to the seeker...how he ‘owed’ Starscream. The flier had claimed he had to choose between himself and Megatron, which utterly confused Breakdown. Did he mean he wanted to become Lord Starscream again?
A warm feeling assaulted him as he felt something lightly tease at a seam in his armor. It was probably the water, so he turned ever so slightly to try stop it.
He continued to ponder over Starscream’s words. He did quite like the seeker...his lithe form pretty appealing, and Breakdown always wanted to fondle those wings.
Trying to wipe the images from his processor, he again felt something brushing against a seam. Frowning, he onlined his optic and turned, only to see nothing. The feeling moved lower, hitting a more sensitive area causing him to moan lightly.
What surprised him more was the response he got. He had heard someone else try bite back a groan, clearly enjoying teasing him.
Before he could turn to face them, servos wrapped around him from behind. He froze as they traced more gaps in his armor, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
“Relax Breakdown” Starscream’s voice purred in his audio.
Breakdown shuffled slightly, finding Starscream allow him to move round to face him. The seekers wings twitched lightly, barely noticeable to those who didn’t know, but Breakdown always noticed his wing’s reactions.
Honestly surprised, Breakdown asked without thinking “How did you get in here?”
Chuckling slightly, Starscream drew closer, servos dancing across his broad shoulders. “Well I am second-in-command...I can access any of the crews rooms I desire”
“Desire?” Breakdown asked slowly, finding the seeker’s servos come to brush his faceplates lightly.
His wings twitched again, a bit more obvious this time, and as far as Breakdown knew, that meant he was interested.
“It’s time to choose Breakdown”
Breakdown did a double-take. “Wait...choose between you and Megatron...in that way?” his single optic wide with shock. Never once had he considered their lord as anyone to pursue.
Starscream’s grin widened, watching the flustered form of Breakdown become more embarrassed by each moment.
No more words were needed.
Starscream leant up and kissed Breakdown, finding the warrior tense up a little as he did so.
“Relax” he cooed, tracing Breakdown’s bottom lip with his glossa.
Breakdown vented again, biting back his musings to focus on the seeker before him.
He forced himself forward, desperately kissing the seeker as his servos reached round for his wings. As his searching hands began to fiddle with them, Starscream moaned into the kiss, soon purring happily as Breakdown continued to caress the wings. They twitched again, this time in pleasure, much to Breakdown’s delight.
Starscream broke away, his ventilations faster and his cooling fan kicking to life.
Breakdown looked at him curiously, unsure why he suddenly stopped. “Starscream?”
He watched the seeker turn off the spray of the wash-rack, turning on the warm air-drier system to dry the pair of them off.
As the hot air hit him, Breakdown found Starscream again searching round his form with his long talons. He continued dipping into seams and gaps he found, causing Breakdown to squirm and groan lightly.
He grinned as the air stopped, looking expectantly at Breakdown.
Still unsure, Breakdown searched Starscream’s optics for the answer, seeing the want clear as day.
Smirking to himself, he led the seeker out of his wash-rack and into his quarters. As he sat on the berth, he found Starscream literally pounce onto him, pinning him down to the berth for a moment. Gazing at each other, Starscream relaxed and curled more into Breakdown’s form.
Breakdown sat up a little and kissed the seeker passionately. As they broke away, they again kept optical contact, exchanging sweet smiles and silent promises.
Breakdown had chosen long ago...he may not have understood before, but he did now. He had always been Starscream’s, since the day the seeker had summoned Knock Out and himself.
He was Starscream’s.
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Characters: Breakdown/Starscream
Rating: T
Warning: Slash, kissing (again?!)
Disclaimer: I think we'd know if I owned Transformers XP
Offlining his optic as the spray hit him, Breakdown let out a long sigh. He always seemed to begin to over think things when in his private wash-rack.
Today had been a complete failure. True, Lord Megatron hadn’t punished him, nor did he seem to think that he had totally failed. He failed at getting the polarity gauntlet, but his only redeeming factor had been bringing in Airachnid.
He was glad he was finally free from her...all she did was curse and shout at him the whole way back to the Nemesis.
His thoughts shifted to the seeker...how he ‘owed’ Starscream. The flier had claimed he had to choose between himself and Megatron, which utterly confused Breakdown. Did he mean he wanted to become Lord Starscream again?
A warm feeling assaulted him as he felt something lightly tease at a seam in his armor. It was probably the water, so he turned ever so slightly to try stop it.
He continued to ponder over Starscream’s words. He did quite like the seeker...his lithe form pretty appealing, and Breakdown always wanted to fondle those wings.
Trying to wipe the images from his processor, he again felt something brushing against a seam. Frowning, he onlined his optic and turned, only to see nothing. The feeling moved lower, hitting a more sensitive area causing him to moan lightly.
What surprised him more was the response he got. He had heard someone else try bite back a groan, clearly enjoying teasing him.
Before he could turn to face them, servos wrapped around him from behind. He froze as they traced more gaps in his armor, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
“Relax Breakdown” Starscream’s voice purred in his audio.
Breakdown shuffled slightly, finding Starscream allow him to move round to face him. The seekers wings twitched lightly, barely noticeable to those who didn’t know, but Breakdown always noticed his wing’s reactions.
Honestly surprised, Breakdown asked without thinking “How did you get in here?”
Chuckling slightly, Starscream drew closer, servos dancing across his broad shoulders. “Well I am second-in-command...I can access any of the crews rooms I desire”
“Desire?” Breakdown asked slowly, finding the seeker’s servos come to brush his faceplates lightly.
His wings twitched again, a bit more obvious this time, and as far as Breakdown knew, that meant he was interested.
“It’s time to choose Breakdown”
Breakdown did a double-take. “Wait...choose between you and Megatron...in that way?” his single optic wide with shock. Never once had he considered their lord as anyone to pursue.
Starscream’s grin widened, watching the flustered form of Breakdown become more embarrassed by each moment.
No more words were needed.
Starscream leant up and kissed Breakdown, finding the warrior tense up a little as he did so.
“Relax” he cooed, tracing Breakdown’s bottom lip with his glossa.
Breakdown vented again, biting back his musings to focus on the seeker before him.
He forced himself forward, desperately kissing the seeker as his servos reached round for his wings. As his searching hands began to fiddle with them, Starscream moaned into the kiss, soon purring happily as Breakdown continued to caress the wings. They twitched again, this time in pleasure, much to Breakdown’s delight.
Starscream broke away, his ventilations faster and his cooling fan kicking to life.
Breakdown looked at him curiously, unsure why he suddenly stopped. “Starscream?”
He watched the seeker turn off the spray of the wash-rack, turning on the warm air-drier system to dry the pair of them off.
As the hot air hit him, Breakdown found Starscream again searching round his form with his long talons. He continued dipping into seams and gaps he found, causing Breakdown to squirm and groan lightly.
He grinned as the air stopped, looking expectantly at Breakdown.
Still unsure, Breakdown searched Starscream’s optics for the answer, seeing the want clear as day.
Smirking to himself, he led the seeker out of his wash-rack and into his quarters. As he sat on the berth, he found Starscream literally pounce onto him, pinning him down to the berth for a moment. Gazing at each other, Starscream relaxed and curled more into Breakdown’s form.
Breakdown sat up a little and kissed the seeker passionately. As they broke away, they again kept optical contact, exchanging sweet smiles and silent promises.
Breakdown had chosen long ago...he may not have understood before, but he did now. He had always been Starscream’s, since the day the seeker had summoned Knock Out and himself.
He was Starscream’s.