TF: Custom
Rating: PG-13 (potentially higher in later parts)
Series: G1
Pairings: Grapple/Inferno
Summary: Inferno nears his majority, and as custom dictates, another mech of the same frame type is to teach him about his own frame and about interfacing.
Warnings: Sticky
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_rare_pairing weekly prompt - Grapple/Inferno - "virginity". And evidently, this is where Inferno gets his insatiable need for interfacing from…
Pretty sure I’m borrowing ideas from several people… definitely ultharkitty , flarn_fanfic and femme4jack amongst others.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
They were archaic ways, but still followed, even in the Golden Age. Custom was followed, and as Inferno neared his majority, he was introduced to his mentor. Grapple was older than he was, and as custom decreed, the same frame type. Temperament-wise, they couldn’t be any different. Inferno was rash and eager, while Grapple took the time to think and plan. Yet Grapple was to be the one to teach him about his own frame. It was an ages old custom, that as each mech neared his majority, a mech or femme of the same frame type would teach them about their own frame and about interface. That mech would be the one to take their virginity. At least the custom had been changed over the years in that it now happened in private rather than public. Some mechs made a good living out of it; earning credits for their skills.
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“All right, how much do you know?” Grapple sat primly in the chair in front of Inferno, the table between them stocked with energon and goodies.
“I know enough.” Inferno bragged. “I’ve done things.”
“You have?” Grapple’s face was full of horror. “Please tell me you haven’t broken your seal?”
“Of course not!” Inferno sounded offended that Grapple would even think that. “Don’t mean that I ain’t fooled around though.”
“So you have a little experience then?” Grapple clarified, nodding as Inferno nodded. “Well that’s a start.”
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The berth was plenty big enough for the both of them, something Grapple intended to put to good use.
“Have you overloaded?” Grapple asked, leaning against the headboard and pulling Inferno close against him.
“No. Least, I don’t think I have.”
“Oh, you’ll know if you have.” Grapple smiled, nuzzling against Inferno’s headwings. This was getting better. Not only was he going to be teaching the younger mech about interfacing, but he’d be giving him his first overload.
Inferno leant back against Grapple, relishing the fact that he was with someone the same size. Most of his friends were smaller, and while that didn’t bother him per se, he worried that if it ever came to interfacing, that he just wouldn’t be a suitable fit for any of them.
Grapple ran his hands down Inferno’s arms, just brushing over the plating; light enough to be felt, but not heavy enough to do more than set off the tactile sensors embedded in the plating.
“Mmmm…” He hummed his approval, receiving an answering murmur from Grapple.
“Good?”
“You can do more. I’m not some shy sparkling.”
“Indeed not.” Grapple chuckled. “You’re certainly more experienced than others I’ve mentored.”
“You’ve done this before?” If Grapple wasn’t mistaken, there was almost a touch of jealousy in Inferno’s tone.
“Several times. It’s an honor to be able to help.”
“Help.” Inferno snorted. “You just like interfacing with younger mechs.”
“There is that.” Grapple conceded. He certainly wasn’t going to deny it had its advantages. Knowing that he would be forever imprinted in the mech’s memory as their first interface was intoxicating. It helped that he enjoyed it, and so far he hadn’t had any complaints. In fact, his ‘services’ were recommended.
“So what exactly do we do?” Inferno asked after they been lying together for a while. So far, all that Grapple had done was touch, soft touches more designed to relax than arouse.
“Whatever you want.” Grapple answered. “My job is to make sure you’re familiar with your own frame.”
“And to make me overload.”
“Yes, and that.” Grapple couldn’t help but smile; Inferno certainly seemed keen. And he said as much.
“It’ll be nice ta be with a mech my size.” Inferno shrugged, and Grapple nodded. While their size had advantages in certain careers, when it came to interpersonal relationships, it could sometimes pose a problem.
“You do realise, that with the right preparation, you can be with any mech or femme you wish?” Grapple pointed out. By the way Inferno twisted to look at him, he didn’t think the younger mech had realised that.
“Really?”
“I’ll show you what you need to do. It’ll take time and a little bit of patience, but we’re all compatible with one another.” Inferno nodded, settling back down against Grapple. He’d stayed twisted, so he was leaning up against Grapple, able to rest one hand on the older mech.
“So, I know about tactile stimulation.” Inferno murmured, letting his hand trail knowingly across Grapple’s plating. “What else can you show me?” Yes, Inferno was definitely eager.
“I can show you plenty of things.” Grapple grinned, tilting Inferno’s face up and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“We’ll start off slow and go from there. You can’t rush these things.” Besides, they had the whole night to play.
To be continued?