Part the last!

Apr 10, 2010 12:22

Title: I Want To Go Home pt. 4
Fandom: TFA
Rating: ..... It is really hard to rate giant robots with a giant blue ball of a soul as their sexy bits. Uhhhhhh It is up there, I guess?
Words: 2419
Authors: iamanalbatross and girloz14
Edited: muhg
Notes: Happy endings for all! HOORAY

Disclaimer: Not ours, except for Scatterstar



Shrieking sirens jolt Scatterstar back online, and he's off the berth and crouched low and out of the way before he can even think. His first instinct is to assume the Seekers have come up with some new sort of trap that he missed the night before, and his optics scan half the room before he realizes where he is and straightens himself up. The secretarybot slips the datapads and disk into his subspace, finding it comforting to have pads in there, like he did when he was still working his old job.

There's a fresh cube of energon set out on the table aboveground, and he drinks a bit of it while he searches for some bot to explain what the sirens mean.

It is pretty empty when he wanders out, and he wonders quietly if he should just take off before anyone notices he's near the door. He is just about to do that when Ratchet grabs his wrist and pulls him into the medical bay.

He sighs softly, and starts to the berth only to be pulled back to the door. "Look, kid. That's the seekers attacking. I'll give you the coordinates, and you take off while I act like you did it by yourself."

Scatterstar blinks at him in utter amazement. "W-why are you doing this?"

Ratchet gives him a horribly dirty look. "You make me think of me. And don't you give me that look, it isn't a compliment. You're love sick and sparkbroken. Just like how I was without Arcee. Do you have the datapads and music we gave you?"

The motorcyclebot nods so vigorously he almost thinks his head may pop off. "Good. Here are a few more. Now take them, transform, and get out of here as fast as you can." The medicbot shoves several more datapads in the smaller bot's arms as he tells him the where exactly the seekers are attacking. "And /be careful/, you little glitch."

Fitting the pads haphazardly into his subspace, the secretarybot clasps Ratchet's servo briefly. “Thank you.”

Then he's racing towards the exit, triggering the transformation sequence he hasn't used since before he was captured. It feels good, and he's so much /faster/ this way, his tires gripping the pavement and making him fly across the ground. As he's speeding along, taking care to dodge all the Earth vehicles and organics in his path, he notices a clinking sound, and a brush of something he's never felt before just below where his dashboard would be had he taken an Earth altmode.

His gears grind and his engine shrieks for a moment. His collar tags have shifted into /keys/ and they're dangling from an /ignition/ and oh Primus, Slipstream is kinkier than he ever imagined. He's been given an /ignition/. Another bot could quite literally /turn him on/ and make his engine rev at whatever speed they liked and oh, had his faceplates been visible they would have been flaming red.

He shoves the thought process out of his mind for the time being, and concentrates on just /getting to the seekers/. The sound of screaming, laughter, and angry cursing speeding him on. He guns his engine as he enters the battle, causing several bots to stop fighting and get shot for doing so.

All of the seekers land, still shooting everyone that comes near them or the motorcycle bot. Scatterstar hurries as quickly as he can to Slipstream. He transforms back to robot mode, tripping ungainly as he does so from the abrupt change in locomotion. He hits Slipstream's legs, and winces as he accidently covers them in dirt.

He flinches, knowing /exactly/ how much seekers hate getting dirty. As such, is immensely surprised when Slipstream picks him up, and cradles him in her arms. "We got what we came for, Autobot /filth/. Never take what is ours again, or you won't live to regret it."

The Autobots are too shocked by this turn of events to react, or demand that she leave Scatterstar behind, and he notices Dirge shoot one of the bots and steal the scraps of armor that come flying off while they're distracted. He's never been happier to see the greedy energon thiefbot.

Every Seeker takes off in formation, an impressive sight that would have made Scatterstar's spark flutter if Skywarp had been part of the group. Instead, he allows himself to relax in Slipstream's arms, faceplate resting against her teal cockpit glass. He waits until they're far enough away that none of the Autobots could possibly overhear him to speak. “You gave me an /ignition/, Slipstream. And /keys/ for it. I had no idea you were so /kinky/.”

Slipstream just smirks, and strokes Scatterstar's collar with a single clawed servo.

It surprises him that she carries him all the way back to the Nemesis, rather than having him cling to her jet body, but he's not going to question Slipstream's actions. Skywarp is /so close/ and Scatterstar swears his spark feels like it's going to burst out of his chest from anticipation.

She doesn't put him down until they're just outside of Skywarp's room, insisting on carrying him the entire way. She puts him down gently, and negates that by shoving him hard into the room. "Take care of him. We found him crying in a lake, and he hasn't been cleaned since," she says brusquely.

He doesn't even notice, his optics only filled with Skywarp. Running to him, he jumps into the sobbing mech's arms, and nuzzles his cockpit gently. His voice is soft and reassuring as he says, "It's okay, I'm here now, and I'm never leaving you again."

Skywarp sobs, clutching at him like he's never planning on letting the secretarybot out of his grasp ever again. They're both filthy, covered in the grime of the planet, but Scatterstar can't bring himself to care, not when 'Warp is /right there/, orange cockpit the most beautiful thing he's seen in solar cycles. They stay that way for long cycles, just pressed against one another, offering soft reassurances and promises to never be apart. When Skywarp has calmed enough that he's no longer crying, Scatterstar attempts to pull away from his chest, only to be immediately crushed close again.

“We've got /orders/ to get cleaned up, 'Warp,” he says with a smile in his voice, “but you can carry me to the wash racks if you want.”

The motorcyclebot leaves his new datapads and disks in a cabinet in the medical bay, unwilling to leave them in their room, as Dirge has never been discouraged from taking something simply because he found it stored away in someone else's quarters. Scatterstar washes 'Warp the best he can, using his smaller servos to scrub every bit of dirt and muck away from every seam and joint.

They step out, Scatterstar grabbing the datapads and music, shoving them in his subspace as they walk by. He's just about to head out of the med bay when Skywarp pulls him back. He starts to sigh at the seeker, only to cut it off when the mech holds out a cloth and tin of polish.

He reaches for them, but instead gets pulled into 'Warp's lap. Laughing softly, he nuzzles /his/ seeker's cockpit. "I need to go clean the berth, though. Are you sure you want to do this /before/ that? I'll only get dirty again."

“You'll get polished twice if I have to,” Skywarp's claws slip over Scatterstar's armor, before pouring polish onto the cloth, “I like doing this.” He rubs slow circles over the smaller bot's shoulders, dragging long and slow up each fairing until they both gleam. Every touch makes Scatterstar fight to keep his engine from overheating and kicking his cooling fans on, but 'Warp's servos on his chest make the secretarybot snap. One of those clawed servos is /dipping into his spark chamber seam/ and there is no way he can see that as an innocent touch anymore.

Scatterstar lunges up, taking hold of the Seeker's helm to press his mouth against 'Warp's. His glossa dips into the startled Seeker's mouth, tasting the faintest hint of energon there. The sudden rush of 'Warp's own cooling fans has Scatterstar pulling back enough to pop open his chest plates, spark chamber panels sliding back to reveal his pulsing blue spark; an invitation for touch.

It would take a far better mech than 'Warp to resist that offer, so he slips a servo into the small spark chamber, claw stroking over the shimmery blue spark. Pleasure pulses through Scatterstar's frame, making his body twist and grind against the Seeker, his optics dimming as Skywarp grows bolder, strokes multiple claws over the tiny spark, wraps them around it and /squeezes/ so very, very gently, electric crackles jumping from spark to servos and back again. Scatterstar can't help but cry out, “'Warp!” the roar of his engine nearly drowning it out entirely.

He digs his own servos into Skywarp's seams, tracing clumsily around his cockpit, but the world keeps stuttering, body writhing helplessly in response to 'Warp's clever servos, playing with his spark like they've been wanting it for ages.

He just manages to process that thought, and he realizes that 'Warp /has/ been wanting to do this for ages. How hadn't he realized? They should have been doing this forever ago. His fans kick up even more than they were before, and he moans as the mech somehow reaches the /back/ of his spark with his long and clever claws.

His spark pulses hot and eager against those servos, and his entire frame jerks from the shock of it, and he's running so hot he feels like he's going to /melt/. “'Warp, 'Warp,” he manages somehow, despite the processor-numbing pleasure jolting through his core, “open up.” Scatterstar's servos scrabble against Skywarp's cockpit, which slowly, ever so slowly, retracts for him.

The Seeker leans down over him, running his glossa along Scatterstar's fairing, those wicked claws rubbing all over his hot, aching spark. Scatterstar takes advantage of his smaller servos and thrusts both of them into the Seeker's cockpit, and he's never had a partner without a spark, but the tiny Allspark shard is glowing as bright and powerful and hot as any spark he's ever touched. When he lets a servo stroke over the tiny shard, it sends a shock through him, and makes the Seeker jump, his heel thrusters kicking on accidentally, scorching a spot on the floor before 'Warp gets enough control to switch them back off.

Scatterstar giggles, and tugs his seeker's head down to his, bumping foreheads lovingly while 'Warp is distracted from playing with his spark. He jumps a tiny bit when the claws return, and he gasps happily at the touch. Keeping one of his own servos on the larger mech's neck to hold him, he strokes the shard the best he can in time to Skywarp's touches, seeing as how doing so sends jolts of pleasure magnified to his spark as he does so.

The angle is a little awkward with their size difference, but they make it work, and Scatterstar's systems are starting to flash warnings, dangerously close to overheating even with his fans running full power. That slagging horrible /amazing/ shard is going to make him overload embarrassingly fast if he doesn't get his servos off it, and at this point, the smaller bot isn't sure he /can/. Especially not with 'Warp's claws teasing the back of his own spark, making it pulse and flutter wildly in his chest, his entire body on the very cusp of spine-melting overload.

And oh, where did Skywarp learn to /tease/ like this, dragging his servos away from the hot, tempting spark to rub the inner walls of his spark chamber, playing with wires and seams until Scatterstar's engine has backed down from imminent overload before diving right back into his spark, dragging the heat and pulsation back up so high that the smaller mech can scarcely think.

He keens at the touch, high and sharp. "'W-Warp. P-p-leasssse" His audio statics and hisses, he's having such a hard time focusing. It has been far too long since he's overloaded, but he can't even imagine doing this with anyone else. "L-lo-" he statics even more, not even realizing it, "-ou."

Had he been more aware, Scatterstar would have been ashamed of how wanton he looked, writhing on the Seeker's lap, chest thrust forward to push his bared spark more firmly into the Seeker's teasing servos. 'Warp closes his servos, claws squeezing the tiny spark again, feeling the pressure as it pulses and throbs, trapped in his grasp and Scatterstar's systems go /wild/, shrieking and sending jolts of pleasure through every bit of him in one of the most intense overloads Scatterstar can ever remember having. His legs and hips jerk, grinding against his frame, scraping his paint all over the Seeker while Scatterstar's servos scrape at his spark shard, trying to pull 'Warp into overload with him.

Dimly, he hopes he'd done enough to drive the Seeker into overload as well. His systems flicker back online slowly, one at a time, and the instant his optics are functioning, he's meeting 'Warp's gaze.

The seeker is looking down at him, an incredibly pleased look on his face. Normally when he sees that expression on a seeker, he has a very large urge to either hide or punch them in the face, but with 'Warp... He smiles crookedly. With 'Warp, he could have him look at him like that all day.

He kisses the Seeker, letting his glossa slide against 'Warp's. Warmth near his servos makes him realize he's still wrist-deep in the Seeker's chest, and he reluctantly withdraws, pressing another kiss to 'Warp's cockpit glass when he closes it. “We should have done this ages ago,” he murmurs, tracing a servo over streaks of dark purple and green paint layered on top of Skywarp's silver-purple.

Skywarp nods his agreement, his own servos playing with the edges of Scatterstar's spark chamber, which makes the smaller bot flush a bit-he hadn't realized he was still open. “You were the prettiest thing I've ever seen, Scatterstar.” 'Warp tells him, and he sounds so /confident/ and sure of himself at this moment.

The secretarybot kisses him again, a soft peck, and gently removes his seeker's claws from his chamber. "I'd say you look much better than me." He brings the larger mech's servos up, he kisses his claws. "Let's get cleaned up.”

fanfic with tash, writing things, challenge, tfa

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