Kinkfic
It had been Glen’s idea to grab him, Simmons knew. The sneaking and conspiring was just not something the huge mech would have thought of.
Glen, though… Glen wanted something, and Simmons had the contacts he needed to get it.
Blackout had given Simmons the same deal he’d given Glen: be fed to Blackout’s pet, or become one himself. Simmons chose to live. In exchange for his service, Blackout had offered him… everything.
“I want to see the Autobots hurt,” he’d answered Blackout without hesitation. After all the humiliation he’d suffered because of them, everything he’d lost because of those… Autobots… he wanted to see them scream.
Blackout had laughed. “Serve me, and I will teach you how to make them beg.”
That was how Simmons came to be standing in the hanger, watching Blackout sprawled out across the floor. The big mech was half-propped up against the wall, rotor blades lying askew on either side, and Skorponok stretched out across his chest, purring as Blackout stroked the joint behind his pet’s head.
When he’d first came here, Simmons had been mildly disgusted by Glen’s little fetish. Blackout was an alien, after all. The hacker’s fascination had seemed twisted… sick. And if the touching wasn't bad enough, there was the real reason he'd wanted Simmons along. Glen needed Simmons because he needed Sector 7. He wanted a way to become Blackout, or at least something like him.
Simmons thought of his own relationship with Blackout as something a bit saner. Giant alien robots, and I’m thinking of it being sane… A business partnership, albeit with him as the lesser partner. He had skills Blackout needed, and the chopper had the resources and knowledge that he needed.
But standing there, watching as the tip of Skorponok’s stinger trailed up the back of Blackout’s leg… Simmons realized that somewhere along the line, everything had changed. He’d stopped thinking of Blackout as a piece of alien technology, or even as his boss.
There was something compelling about him, a strength and power that had nothing to do with his size. An aura of dominance and self-assurance. It was different than the creeping feeling of menace that surrounded NBE-1 that had made one want to cower or flee in terror. It was something else entirely; a sort of awe. Fall down and worship me, he seemed to say with every line of his being. Worship me, and I will reward you. Refuse me, and die.
He really wasn’t sure how something as big and inhuman as Blackout could be sexually attractive, but there was no denying the tightening in his pants as he watched all four sets of Skorponok’s claws scraping up Blackout’s sides, catching under armor plates and pulling and releasing and scratching…
Simmons felt his breath go ragged as the back claws scraped slowly down Blackout’s legs; heart pounding as the long flexible tail moved between his legs, sliding up the inner thighs, curling around, rubbing against his crotch while Blackout’s fingers stroking down Skorponok’s plating…
He swallowed, imagining for a moment that massive hand sliding ever so gently up his back, cool metal on overheated flesh, a finger slipping between his thighs, rubbing…
Simmons let out a choked moan, shuddering as the images overtook him. Then he turned and stumbled from the hanger. He had work to do.
But first he needed to change his pants.
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End smut
And another installment proving that yes, Blackout will sleep with anyone. Except maybe Frenzy, but Blackie will sleep with him too, if he gets Barricade in the process.
Glen, though… Glen wanted something, and Simmons had the contacts he needed to get it.
Blackout had given Simmons the same deal he’d given Glen: be fed to Blackout’s pet, or become one himself. Simmons chose to live. In exchange for his service, Blackout had offered him… everything.
“I want to see the Autobots hurt,” he’d answered Blackout without hesitation. After all the humiliation he’d suffered because of them, everything he’d lost because of those… Autobots… he wanted to see them scream.
Blackout had laughed. “Serve me, and I will teach you how to make them beg.”
That was how Simmons came to be standing in the hanger, watching Blackout sprawled out across the floor. The big mech was half-propped up against the wall, rotor blades lying askew on either side, and Skorponok stretched out across his chest, purring as Blackout stroked the joint behind his pet’s head.
When he’d first came here, Simmons had been mildly disgusted by Glen’s little fetish. Blackout was an alien, after all. The hacker’s fascination had seemed twisted… sick. And if the touching wasn't bad enough, there was the real reason he'd wanted Simmons along. Glen needed Simmons because he needed Sector 7. He wanted a way to become Blackout, or at least something like him.
Simmons thought of his own relationship with Blackout as something a bit saner. Giant alien robots, and I’m thinking of it being sane… A business partnership, albeit with him as the lesser partner. He had skills Blackout needed, and the chopper had the resources and knowledge that he needed.
But standing there, watching as the tip of Skorponok’s stinger trailed up the back of Blackout’s leg… Simmons realized that somewhere along the line, everything had changed. He’d stopped thinking of Blackout as a piece of alien technology, or even as his boss.
There was something compelling about him, a strength and power that had nothing to do with his size. An aura of dominance and self-assurance. It was different than the creeping feeling of menace that surrounded NBE-1 that had made one want to cower or flee in terror. It was something else entirely; a sort of awe. Fall down and worship me, he seemed to say with every line of his being. Worship me, and I will reward you. Refuse me, and die.
He really wasn’t sure how something as big and inhuman as Blackout could be sexually attractive, but there was no denying the tightening in his pants as he watched all four sets of Skorponok’s claws scraping up Blackout’s sides, catching under armor plates and pulling and releasing and scratching…
Simmons felt his breath go ragged as the back claws scraped slowly down Blackout’s legs; heart pounding as the long flexible tail moved between his legs, sliding up the inner thighs, curling around, rubbing against his crotch while Blackout’s fingers stroking down Skorponok’s plating…
He swallowed, imagining for a moment that massive hand sliding ever so gently up his back, cool metal on overheated flesh, a finger slipping between his thighs, rubbing…
Simmons let out a choked moan, shuddering as the images overtook him. Then he turned and stumbled from the hanger. He had work to do.
But first he needed to change his pants.
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End smut
And another installment proving that yes, Blackout will sleep with anyone. Except maybe Frenzy, but Blackie will sleep with him too, if he gets Barricade in the process.