Kollisionen, Anfang
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120_minutenFandom: Transformers (G1, pre-war)
Challenge: Kollisionen, Anfang
Wörter: ca. 1200
Characters/Pairings: Blast Off/Onslaught, Vortex, Brawl
Rating: M
Warnungen: crack, PWP (kinda), smut (of the plug’n’play variety)
Kommentar: Nicht beta gelesen… Und wieder Combaticons, diesmal mit meinem OT3, mehr oder weniger. Spielt in Kaon, vor dem Krieg, vor der Erde und vor allem bevor sie Combaticons wurden…
Yay, Roboter Sex! *lol* Aka intimacy between androgynous, mechanical beings who use male pronouns to describe themselves aka: Don’t like it, don’t read it!
1 klik = 1,2 Minuten, 1 breem = 8,3 Minuten, 1 cycle = 1 Cybertronischer Tag, 1 orn = 83 Jahre
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“Talking.”
‘Comm-link’
***
Even if Onslaught recognised and remembered, Blast Off didn’t.
***
Onslaught had hardly ever met a mech like this.
"Watch your step! Don’t you know who I am?!"
"Certainly a mech who had too much high grade."
Ironic, because the foreign shuttleformer had to be right, otherwise there was no explanation for his current situation. He was pressed to a wall. His optics stared at the metallic sheets of the ugly building, and the other mech’s body hold him in place.
He had been surprised.
The foreigner hadn’t even twitched as Onslaught had drawn his rifle, but rather seemed to be pretty unimpressed. It’d been weird, Onslaught hadn’t understood, because the other mech was a mere civilian without inbuilt weaponry.
The calmness and indifference was as unexpected as the reaction which followed. It’d happened to fast. Onslaught’s over-energised systems couldn’t react quickly enough and now he found himself trapped between the wall and the slightly bigger mech.
Only now, with the other one so close, he felt the uneasiness in the unsteady tact of the other’s engine. And Primus, Onslaught had barely ever met a mech who generated so hard vibrations. They were sent into his own chassis, triggered sensations which run over his sensor net and made him shudder.
When Onslaught extended his EM field involuntarily, the shuttle’s engine stopped for an instant of astonishment, and the grip around his wrist loosened for an astrosecond.
“What is wrong with you?!” This time the other’s tone wasn’t blank anymore, but almost shocked, followed by a low rumble. Onslaught quivered again, and bit back a groan. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the other mech, however, and blamed the high grade.
There was a moment of absolute silence, in which only the sound of two engines echoed through the alleyway. For Onslaught, it felt like an eternity, and for the time he missed the tremor on his back, which had softened.
Then the shuttle’s free hand carefully traced over the seams of Onslaught’s side plating, and paused in its movements when it found his interface panel. The energy field of the other mech extended, prickling against his own, and another shiver run down his back.
A moan left his vocaliser, which nearly drained the quiet words of the other mech.
“Two rules: No talking. No touching. You break either rule, I’ll leave.”
Onslaught nodded, and in his back of his processor he wondered how the shuttle could stay so calm and the voice so steady. The question became unimportant when his panel was opened, and the connection was made.
The first burst of data and energy hit Onslaught’s systems, his optics brightened for an instant and his cooling fans switched on. His fingers scratched the wall, trying to find purchase in the gaps and failed. Their energy field mingled and he arched his back as the vibrations of the other mech became more intense again, the noise of the other's cooling system ringing in his audios.
He still blamed the high grade for his reactions. It had to be the high grade, if not he wouldn’t have an excuse. Not that it mattered right now. It just felt too good to think about it when wave after wave of sheer bliss flooded his body.
“Oh Primus, yes!” Onslaught muttered against his will, and caused the shuttle to stop. The engine went idle, and the energy exchange broke.
“I didn’t hear you saying anything, did I?” The shuttle spoke near Onslaught’s audios, panting, the words laden with static, and it was a relief to know that he wasn’t the only one who was affected by this situation.
His digits flexing and body squirming, Onslaught wanted to yell that the other shouldn’t stop, that he fraggin’ needed to continue, but he didn’t. He shook his head and a whimper grew into a long-drawn-out moan.
The answer was a soft chuckle, and the tremor began anew, running through both frames, and it drove Onslaught almost mad. He gritted his denta to hinder more words from escaping his lip plates and it was so difficult when the charge grew with every new rush, and pleasure was the only thing that existed.
The other mech pressed him harder to the wall, the bodily contact increased along with the sensations of the EM field, and Onslaught thought he’d lose it right the and there. He could hold off the overload for only one more wave, before his HUD exploded with warnings and his sensor net was overrun by feelings.
His EM field went crazy, and his body jerked due to the energy outburst. He was unable control anything when a last staticky moan emerged from his vocaliser, and he almost sank to the ground if not two hands held him upright.
The shuddering body at his back told him, that the other mech had overloaded as well. The tremor was still as intense as before and it nearly hurt on his overclocked sensor net, but it wasn’t unwelcome.
They stood there for almost a breem, before the shuttleformer disconnected himself, and took a step back.
Onslaught still felt a little dizzy as he turned to face the other mech, leaning against the wall for purchase. He didn’t trust his legs right now, even if most of the overcharge had left his body and processor, and the slight remains of the overload afterglow were the only thing which clouded his CPU.
Another moment of silence.
“This didn’t happen.” Onslaught’s tone was stern, although there was an underlying static.
The foreign shuttle looked at him for an instant and then shrugged.
“I only stay here for some business. I’ll leave in a few cycles.” He didn’t wait for an answer from Onslaught as he left the lane.
Onslaught gazed after him, and cursed the high grade once again. He was quite thankful that they didn’t know each others’ names.
***
About four orns later, Vortex entered the room and stopped when he noticed an unknown mech sitting with the back to the door. He turned to Brawl, who sat a few feet away from the foreign shuttleformer and opened a comm-link.
‘Who’s that?’
Brawl looked up, then to the other mech, and shrugged.
‘That’s the logistic guy, I guess. Onslaught said, he is the only one who doesn’t want danger money…’
‘Interesting…’ Vortex answered, and it really was. The shuttle was different.
He hadn’t even looked up when the door slid open, and had just continued reading. Tilting his head, the ‘copter observed the unknown mech a moment longer, and had the feeling of ‘distance’. It seemed as though the shuttle was not really there, but far away, and ‘unreal’.
Vortex was intrigued.
Smirking behind his mask, he walked closer to the shuttle, being as silent as possible while doing so, and reached for the left arm.
“Don’t.” The shuttle said shortly, still staring at the datapad, unmoving, with a voice blank, but firm.
Vortex froze. He was behind the other mech, and hadn’t expected him to realise his presence.
“Is that a threat?” The ‘copter’s tone was much too amused.
“An advice.”
Vortex’ grin broadened.
Then Onslaught opened the door, walked in, and tensed visibly.
“You’re Blast Off?” He sounded surprised, and shocked, and finally the shuttle looked up, but if he had perceived Onslaught’s nervousness, he didn’t show it.
Yes, Vortex thought, he was highly intrigued.
---
Vielen Dank fürs Lesen.
Challenge: Kollisionen, Anfang
Wörter: ca. 1200
Characters/Pairings: Blast Off/Onslaught, Vortex, Brawl
Rating: M
Warnungen: crack, PWP (kinda), smut (of the plug’n’play variety)
Kommentar: Nicht beta gelesen… Und wieder Combaticons, diesmal mit meinem OT3, mehr oder weniger. Spielt in Kaon, vor dem Krieg, vor der Erde und vor allem bevor sie Combaticons wurden…
Yay, Roboter Sex! *lol* Aka intimacy between androgynous, mechanical beings who use male pronouns to describe themselves aka: Don’t like it, don’t read it!
1 klik = 1,2 Minuten, 1 breem = 8,3 Minuten, 1 cycle = 1 Cybertronischer Tag, 1 orn = 83 Jahre
---
“Talking.”
‘Comm-link’
***
Even if Onslaught recognised and remembered, Blast Off didn’t.
***
Onslaught had hardly ever met a mech like this.
"Watch your step! Don’t you know who I am?!"
"Certainly a mech who had too much high grade."
Ironic, because the foreign shuttleformer had to be right, otherwise there was no explanation for his current situation. He was pressed to a wall. His optics stared at the metallic sheets of the ugly building, and the other mech’s body hold him in place.
He had been surprised.
The foreigner hadn’t even twitched as Onslaught had drawn his rifle, but rather seemed to be pretty unimpressed. It’d been weird, Onslaught hadn’t understood, because the other mech was a mere civilian without inbuilt weaponry.
The calmness and indifference was as unexpected as the reaction which followed. It’d happened to fast. Onslaught’s over-energised systems couldn’t react quickly enough and now he found himself trapped between the wall and the slightly bigger mech.
Only now, with the other one so close, he felt the uneasiness in the unsteady tact of the other’s engine. And Primus, Onslaught had barely ever met a mech who generated so hard vibrations. They were sent into his own chassis, triggered sensations which run over his sensor net and made him shudder.
When Onslaught extended his EM field involuntarily, the shuttle’s engine stopped for an instant of astonishment, and the grip around his wrist loosened for an astrosecond.
“What is wrong with you?!” This time the other’s tone wasn’t blank anymore, but almost shocked, followed by a low rumble. Onslaught quivered again, and bit back a groan. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the other mech, however, and blamed the high grade.
There was a moment of absolute silence, in which only the sound of two engines echoed through the alleyway. For Onslaught, it felt like an eternity, and for the time he missed the tremor on his back, which had softened.
Then the shuttle’s free hand carefully traced over the seams of Onslaught’s side plating, and paused in its movements when it found his interface panel. The energy field of the other mech extended, prickling against his own, and another shiver run down his back.
A moan left his vocaliser, which nearly drained the quiet words of the other mech.
“Two rules: No talking. No touching. You break either rule, I’ll leave.”
Onslaught nodded, and in his back of his processor he wondered how the shuttle could stay so calm and the voice so steady. The question became unimportant when his panel was opened, and the connection was made.
The first burst of data and energy hit Onslaught’s systems, his optics brightened for an instant and his cooling fans switched on. His fingers scratched the wall, trying to find purchase in the gaps and failed. Their energy field mingled and he arched his back as the vibrations of the other mech became more intense again, the noise of the other's cooling system ringing in his audios.
He still blamed the high grade for his reactions. It had to be the high grade, if not he wouldn’t have an excuse. Not that it mattered right now. It just felt too good to think about it when wave after wave of sheer bliss flooded his body.
“Oh Primus, yes!” Onslaught muttered against his will, and caused the shuttle to stop. The engine went idle, and the energy exchange broke.
“I didn’t hear you saying anything, did I?” The shuttle spoke near Onslaught’s audios, panting, the words laden with static, and it was a relief to know that he wasn’t the only one who was affected by this situation.
His digits flexing and body squirming, Onslaught wanted to yell that the other shouldn’t stop, that he fraggin’ needed to continue, but he didn’t. He shook his head and a whimper grew into a long-drawn-out moan.
The answer was a soft chuckle, and the tremor began anew, running through both frames, and it drove Onslaught almost mad. He gritted his denta to hinder more words from escaping his lip plates and it was so difficult when the charge grew with every new rush, and pleasure was the only thing that existed.
The other mech pressed him harder to the wall, the bodily contact increased along with the sensations of the EM field, and Onslaught thought he’d lose it right the and there. He could hold off the overload for only one more wave, before his HUD exploded with warnings and his sensor net was overrun by feelings.
His EM field went crazy, and his body jerked due to the energy outburst. He was unable control anything when a last staticky moan emerged from his vocaliser, and he almost sank to the ground if not two hands held him upright.
The shuddering body at his back told him, that the other mech had overloaded as well. The tremor was still as intense as before and it nearly hurt on his overclocked sensor net, but it wasn’t unwelcome.
They stood there for almost a breem, before the shuttleformer disconnected himself, and took a step back.
Onslaught still felt a little dizzy as he turned to face the other mech, leaning against the wall for purchase. He didn’t trust his legs right now, even if most of the overcharge had left his body and processor, and the slight remains of the overload afterglow were the only thing which clouded his CPU.
Another moment of silence.
“This didn’t happen.” Onslaught’s tone was stern, although there was an underlying static.
The foreign shuttle looked at him for an instant and then shrugged.
“I only stay here for some business. I’ll leave in a few cycles.” He didn’t wait for an answer from Onslaught as he left the lane.
Onslaught gazed after him, and cursed the high grade once again. He was quite thankful that they didn’t know each others’ names.
***
About four orns later, Vortex entered the room and stopped when he noticed an unknown mech sitting with the back to the door. He turned to Brawl, who sat a few feet away from the foreign shuttleformer and opened a comm-link.
‘Who’s that?’
Brawl looked up, then to the other mech, and shrugged.
‘That’s the logistic guy, I guess. Onslaught said, he is the only one who doesn’t want danger money…’
‘Interesting…’ Vortex answered, and it really was. The shuttle was different.
He hadn’t even looked up when the door slid open, and had just continued reading. Tilting his head, the ‘copter observed the unknown mech a moment longer, and had the feeling of ‘distance’. It seemed as though the shuttle was not really there, but far away, and ‘unreal’.
Vortex was intrigued.
Smirking behind his mask, he walked closer to the shuttle, being as silent as possible while doing so, and reached for the left arm.
“Don’t.” The shuttle said shortly, still staring at the datapad, unmoving, with a voice blank, but firm.
Vortex froze. He was behind the other mech, and hadn’t expected him to realise his presence.
“Is that a threat?” The ‘copter’s tone was much too amused.
“An advice.”
Vortex’ grin broadened.
Then Onslaught opened the door, walked in, and tensed visibly.
“You’re Blast Off?” He sounded surprised, and shocked, and finally the shuttle looked up, but if he had perceived Onslaught’s nervousness, he didn’t show it.
Yes, Vortex thought, he was highly intrigued.
---
Vielen Dank fürs Lesen.
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Date: 2010-05-22 04:13 pm (UTC)Irgendwie witzig, PWP mal anders mit "data" und "EM-field" und "audios" statt dem üblichen Vokabular. Aber hey- yay für PWP und yay für guten P0rn! Man kann nie genug davon haben! xD
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Date: 2010-05-22 08:17 pm (UTC)*rofl* Wenn du nen pervy nerd bist, was in dann ich, die das da geschrieben hat? *g*
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Date: 2010-05-25 01:36 pm (UTC)