Fandom: Transformers Bayverse (POV'verse)/World of Darkness (Mokole centric)
Author: Gatekat and baka_no_neko on LJ
Pairing: Trigger/Amunet Mubarak
Rating: NC-17 for mech/female
Codes: Het, Sticky, Xeno (Transformer/Human), Supernatural
Summary: Trigger's new on base and is looking a little lost.
Notes: Set in the Point of View fanverse at community .livejournal .com/tf_matrix

Trigger Happy 01: A Friendly Charge

Amidst all the legality and security checks the mech had to go through, Trigger would have been more than happy just to sit back and fry his processors with some high-grade. Rubbing at his chassis, the darkly colored hunter bot stilled.

He was still growing accustomed to the sleek, shiny finish of his alternate form. The humans' car models had surprised him. Fast, handled well and attractive. Not that the latter really mattered to him. It had been millennia since a mech or female warmed his berth. He grumbled at the thought, and quite a while since his last socket.

Trigger tried to distract himself from the subject, the memory file of that deliciously warm yet fragile organic threatening to surface. He'd eventually been shown to the rec room by a helpful little organic female, that while unclaimed, definitely had a suitor that didn't like competition.

In the corner of the human section of the room a lithely build dark skinned woman, her long black hair done in a multitude of small tight braids tipped in engraved jade caps and her manner the relaxed on of a confident warrior and hunter in her den. She watched the new mech, watched him interact with one of the claimed sockets ... Jo, Smokescreen's mate ... then begin to look around again.

"Well, you're a pretty, deadly thing," she murmured after pulling up his file by matching his ID ping on her handheld. "Might actually be worth the effort," she said to herself as she stood and sauntered directly over to him. "Hello there. Trigger, right?"

The black mech looked down towards the approaching human female. What was it with him today, zoning out like that? This little organic was nicely built; obviously fit by the way strong muscles moved beneath that soft, dark skin.

Optics smoldered as he greeted her with a cheeky nod of his head. He liked her bold attitude. "That's me, Ms...?"

"Captain Amunet Mubarak," she smiled, nearly purring her name in her native language, one long lost to the modern world she lived in. "You're new to Earth."

His processor flickered through the personnel files for a moment, optics zoning out then in again in a nanoklik. Impressive record he noted to himself. Lots of getting and out to set up impossible shots, but seriously underutilized by most of her previous commanders.

"I am indeed, Captain," he grinned slightly, his frame whirring as he leaned down to look at her more closely. Though he had no need to - his optics finely tuned for hunting his prey - she intrigued him. "Arrived a few orns ... uh, days ago."

"And only now escaped from Red Alert's clutches, I bet," she grinned up, utterly relaxed around the being much larger, stronger and faster than she was. "Has Ratchet finished with you too?"

The mech's optics dimmed slightly. "Yeah, lucky I came out without more dents in my aft. Can't help it if the mech's got such dreadful berthside manners," he vented some air, sounding rather like laughter. "Was there something I can help you with, Captain Mubarak?"

"Not exactly. I try to make a point of meeting the new mechs in town," she relaxed and leaned against the mech-sized table leg nearby. "Have you gotten the tour yet?"

"As a matter of fact, no. But I was hoping for one," drawing himself upright again, Trigger rotated his upper servo joints listening to the gears whine quietly.

Amunet smiled. "If you don't mind a woman showing you around, I don't have to be on duty for thirty hours unless there's an alert."

The black mech's faceplate stretched into a charming smile, optics brightening. "Sounds great!" he slid from his perch, placing his feet carefully. "Do you want a drive?"

"If you don't mind," she patted his leg before stepping back so he could transform. "You have pretty optics, such an unusual color."

His shoulder and leg plates groaned before his frame seemed to dissolve into a mass of whirring gears and metal sheets. Those yellow optics seemed to never leave Amunet's eyes as he transformed. Finally with a slight bounce on his wheels, a sleek Pagani sat before the Captain.

He flashed his dipped headlights at her cheekily. "Thanks, I wasn't always an Autobot." He popped open his driver's door with a click. "Captain."

"That would explain Mirage," she nodded to herself and slipped into the driver's seat, grateful for the automatic gearshift and the lack of 'you want to control that' questions manuals brought. "I was thinking starting at one side of the island and go through to the other, or we can just hit the highlights."

"Best to be thorough," he shook ever so slightly on his shocks emphasizing his grin. "I haven't really seen much of the planet except for the inside of Hatchet's medical bay. It will be a nice change."

His engine started, sounding for all the world like a jungle cat. "Where to?"

"The near tip; Eclipse Point," she grinned and patted the steering wheel before driving out of the building and onto the asphalt that covered most of the base proper. "If you don't mind the heat and humidity, this is actually a lovely island."

The steering wheel vibrated slightly beneath her fingers. "Heats good, it's the cold I can't tolerate. I am eager to find out what type of terrain I'm going to be dealing with once my missions start."

"Pretty much everything," she laughed in delight. "Earth is not lacking in variety. You actually won't see much of that here at Diego Garcia. It's a very small atoll island after all. Though we do have some jungle and marshland, it's mostly sand. How do you feel about salt water?"

"Jungle, now there somewhere I could really be let loose," he chuckled. "Prolonged exposure to salt water to more sensitive wiring could pose a problem, but I doubt a quick dip would cause any harm."

The mech observed everything around them as they ascended onto the base proper. What startled him first was the brightness of their sun. The reaction of the light on the clouds was remarkable.

"Truly amazing, we never had natural sunlight back home."

"Really? How'd you get power then?" she cocked her head curiously, sending her braids shifting along the seat cover.

He hummed gently somewhere within the trunk. "Artificial, nearly all of it based on the energy we got from the core of our planet or from other sources we acquired across space. Energon is our fuel and as you humans say, lifeblood. It was the same for Cybertron."

"That makes sense, and I suppose with the world lighting itself, you wouldn't really need a sun with all the life being mechanical," she mused as they reached the end of the pavement and a wide expanse of sand stretched before them until it sank under the water. Across shallow water and two small islands was another stretch of beach, the other side of the atoll. "Here on Earth, very little life would survive without sunlight. Even humans need it to be healthy, even if we don't technically need it to see anymore."

"Everything?" he spoke a little quieter, amazed. His sensors flared out across the terrain before him, picking up the rock content, the temperature. His processor was practically buzzing with new data. "So humans benefit from it, how exactly? You don't photosynthesis like plants," he stumbled over the pronunciation of the word.

"No, animal life doesn't," she grinned and patted his dashboard. "Humans need sunlight for psychological health. As a species, we become depressed, many to the point of suicide, if we're without sunlight for an extended period of time. It's also necessary for the production of some components we need to remain healthy."

Again, the mech hummed quietly to himself. After a moment or two of silence, he answered. "Thank you, Captain. This is fascinating. In the past I'd spend dec-weeks tracking wanted mechs. I would sometimes find myself so immersed in my work, that I'd miss what was around me."

The mech sighed. "It is something I have regretted, and now I have the chance to change that." He sent out another sensor scan, eying the sea with awe. "And all this liquid, Primus!"

"Earth is roughly two-thirds ocean," she smiled. "Everything living is based on it. No water, no life of any kind here. The flip side is that where you find water, you will find life."

Amunet would have laughed at his expression if he were in bipedal form. "You probably getting sick of hearing this, but whoa!"

Chuckling, the mech loosen the seat-belt to be more comfortable. "How long until our destination, Captain?"

"It's right ahead," she grinned. "The edge of the sand is as far as we can go on this side of the atoll. Some of the mechs can drive across, but I don't think you're one of them."

"Ah," he said. "This model was not built for off-roading, no," he laughed, making the inside of the car vibrate. Pulling up, he waited patiently for Amunet to release her belt. His engine died and he opened his door for her. "Ladies first."

She chuckled and slipped out with the grace of a natural dancer, or well-trained warrior. "How many worlds have you been to?"

The Pagani rolled back and began to fold upwards until a familiar black mech stood there, smiling down at her with bright optics. "Quite a few, I'm far older than this snazzy frame makes me look," he teased.

Growing more serious, he straightened. "I have been on a similar one to this, but it was all jungle."

"An entire world with only one ecosystem?" Amunet cocked her head. "Was it artificial? The parameters required to produce such a thing naturally..." her voice drifted off as she tried to calculate odds beyond her brain's ability to work out. "It's very much not natural."

He regarded her with pleasant surprise. "Yes, to a point. The planet was young, the land mass still one big continent," he delved into the internet to find the correct wording, the urge to delve into Cybertronian was almost too tempting.

"The time I was there, I came across what looked like some kind of generator. Massive, never seen anything like it. It gave out some kind of energy reading I had trouble translating," he rotated his shoulder plates idly as they walked along the sand by shallow, warm water.

"Whilst hunting for the fugitive I was tasked with, I found out that that generator penetrated right into the core of the planet itself. Somehow," he lifted his servos in emphasis. "The creators of that generator had managed to freeze the environments development into some sort of stasis lock. For what reason I never found out, I guessed it was for study or some sort of biological experiment."

"Fascinating," she murmured, still trying to wrap her brain around how it could happen before shuffling it off into the ever-growing 'worry about later' list in her mind. "So if you aren't planning to hunt anymore, what are you going to do?"

The mech turned his helm to look off down the coast. "Offer my guns in return for some vengeance against the Decepticons.

"I lost a lot of friends back there," he glanced back and smiled at the dark skinned human. "I may not be a freelance bounty hunter anymore, doesn't mean I won't be hunting somebot. It's in my spark. I'm going to hunt Decepticons this time."

He leaned down. "Now, enough about this old mech. May I ask you some things, Captain? Whilst we begin the tour?" he couldn't hide his excitement of something new.

"Feel free to ask," Amunet smiled warmly at him. "I'll answer as best I can. But you are not done talking about yourself," she warned him playfully.

Grinning with triumph the mech nodded. "Alright, but for now...How did you come to be on the base? You're of this planet's military ... the Army?"

"Officially, NEST determined that my record indicated I have a reasonable chance of surviving," she chuckled a bit darkly and looked out across the brilliant blue water. "Unofficially, I think my last CO got sick of dealing with me and hoped that NEST would either like me or get me killed before I tried to transfer out. Earth doesn't have a united government yet, or world military. NEST is as close as we come to the later. I'm in the United States Army, one of the strongest militaries on Earth."

Trigger watched her curiously, slowly coming to rest his aft in the sand. He'd regret it later probably, but for now, he was more interested in hearing this female speak some more.

"Why would any CO want to part with a perfectly good soldier? Have they got their processor installed up their aft or something?"

Amunet howled in laughter and dropped to sit on the sand next to him with a wide grin on her lovely features. "You could say that. A lot of human military men still don't think women should be in the military, never mind combat positions. I'm a sniper, among other things, but to my COs, I'm a pain in the ass independent headache that's too good to court marshal and too much trouble to deal with. I've had a couple good ones, former special ops guys, that understand the best use for people like me is to give a mission objective and don't ask many questions when I get back, but they're too few for my good record."

Trigger growled, the sound originating somewhere deep in his chassis, menacing and completely hostile. "Anybot or organic who denounces a femme warrior should be put in stasis. There were plenty of femme who held their weight in battle, some better than their mech commanders." His shoulder plates tensed, the muscle cables creaking lightly under the strain. "I agree with you. When you have your target or orders, that it's your main objective above all else."

"Yap, but you'll find sexism, and racism, is still heavily ingrained in many human societies, from the most primitive to the most modern," she shrugged. "I grew up in a very egalitarian family, raised to be what I want to be. That it's effort, not gender or race, that makes the difference."

He cranked his helm to one side to rid himself of the build up of fluid in his lines. "I apologies for my temper. I do not abide by this..." he searched the word. "...sexism."

"Fortunately both Prime and Major Lennox are the good kind of CO," she smiled and shifted closer to him, enjoying the company. Even with the interest in claiming sockets making the mechs on base much more social, there had been very few that appealed to her.

The mech forced himself to calm down, the need to turn on his cooling fans was growing more urgent. The soft tone of the female's voice allowed him to calm his nerves, until he could look down at her with a warm smile.

"That is the belief I share as well, to earn your way and respect on the battle-field, or in life generally, you must make the best of yourself," he found that she'd moved closer, and found his smile widening. His processor ran through several flitting scenarios as he took in her dark skin and beautiful braid hair. The cooling fans almost overrode his control.

"You enjoy the company of mechs on the base then?" he tried, optics flitting back to her neck and away. He controlled himself and looked down at her amicably. "I do not mean to pry of course."

Amunet chuckled and reached out to pat his leg, the part closest to her. "Yes, I like to indulge a few of the mechs here. Being a new arrival and alone, I'm going to hazard a guess that you haven't had an organic boost in a while."

Yellow optics gleamed. "Hah, not so subtle am I. Yes it has been quite a while since my last boost. Hatchet said that I'd need soon, but was stable for now."

"You weren't too bad," she grinned up at him. "I've been around here long enough to know the drill. Anybody who arrives without a socket is going to need some attention soon."

He gently reached out a finger and stroked her shoulder and upper arm with a ghostly light touch. This female was certainly something; she'd had fire in her. His spark thudded in its chamber the thoughts that ran through his processor.

He cringed. Since when did I become lecherous like old crank in'Hide?

She leaned into the touch willingly and rumbled softly. "You've downloaded the 'how to pleasure a human' datapack?"

Chuckling, the black mech took his finger and ran it slowly down her spine and up again tantalizingly close to her socket, leaning in close he watched her expression with smoldering optics. "It's part of the medical debrief, and I am intrigued by some of its content."

"Oh?" she pressed into the warm finger, shifting so it rubbed her just so. "What parts?" she met his gaze with open arousal and dialed eyes.

He vented warm air softly over her, settling himself so he face her properly. "Why must your kind wear so much clothing?" he said seemingly innocent, but the smirk on his face plates said otherwise. For emphasis he tugged a little at her shirt sleeve, finger hot against her skin.

"A culture that discourages being comfortable with one's body." She said seriously, then with a laugh Amunet pulled her t-shirt off, leaving her still legally covered in a sports bra and shorts. "If you want to play now, open a hand. I am not getting sand where it doesn't belong."

Laughing, the mech took his finger away and came back with a servo for her instead. "I won't argue with that."

Bringing his servo before him, Trigger gently brushed Amunet's braids to one side of her neck. His finger probed the socket carefully judging her reaction before he would release his cable.

A low moan and spike in her mating pheromones answered his attention, and she eagerly shed her sports bra before grabbing the cable to plug it in as she climbed on his servo. "I'm not new to this," she promised him as she shimmied out of her shorts and underwear with no apparent care for being out in the open. With a shiver of anticipation she relaxed back, caressing the tiny plates and cables that comprised the complex construction of his hand while she spread her legs and let her feet fall to each side of his wrist.

A rumble of the mech's engine sounded as that delicious connection was made. Too long, he determined, far too long. Almost on instinct he released several thinner cables to coiled up her opened legs and greet her awaiting flesh. Another pair snaked out of the gaps in his servo plating and kneaded her dark nipples.

"Then I will not dither," he growled, relishing the sensation of her fingers on his more sensitive wiring. The cables between her legs took charge, one remaining to toy with her clit, the other deliberately delving slowly inside of her.

A finger came from behind and stroked her socket, sending out a short burst of his EM field.

Amunet moaned, arching and pressing into the contact, her sex slick and body already keyed up, excited by memories of what was coming.

"Oh yes," she gasped and reached above her to grab and stroke the fingers there, digging her fingers into the tiny spaces she found to press against fine cables and wires. "Mmm, what ... gives more energy ... building pleasure or ... the ... orgasm?" she asked between gasps.

The flow of memories and the sheer blinding excitement coming off of the female was staggering. He felt his spark begin to pulse. But with a loud grumble of arousal, the dark mech leaned back against a palm tree to steady himself. Those fingers got in everywhere!

"Your pleasure is doing wonders at the moment," his tone was deep and husky, another pulse of his EM field wash out over her. His cable plunged in deeper, the soft yet wet cavern yielding beautifully to his administrations.

"Primus knows what the your orgasm will cause," he tried to laugh, but his processor was beginning to thrum and his spark was far too preoccupied with guzzling its fill.

"Then draw it out, hansom," she moaned, rocking her hips into in the contact while her body squeezed the cable inside her and her fingers probed and rubbed and braced her upward arching body as she pressed her breasts into the rubbing, fondling touches. "Tell me ... tell me what turns you on ... till you can't think," she demanded between whimpers and moans.

His frame shuddered at the tone in her voice, so authoritive. He slowly withdrew the cable from inside her and flicked it up to his awaiting glossa. The taste was salty sweet and made his engine revv again, hard.

Her thoughts turn even more lewd and he gasped. "That, whatever that was," he gripped his other servo to prevent himself from crushing her. Through the connection, he sent a wave of his feelings, everything. Just how he liked is cables to be rubbed, particularly the one on his upper wrist. Pinching and long, tight thrusts. He groaned at the thought.

Without hesitation she did exactly that anywhere she could reach and brought surprisingly nimble toes into play on his wrist and just below it.

"L-Like that, Amunet," he uttered with hot breath.

The retracted cable danced back to the flushed, dark bronze body and snaked around from her sensitive socket to her hips. Again he shuddered.

"You like it when I talk?" she rumbled, undulating her body as enticingly as she could for him. "When I make demands?"

He let out a growl of pleasure as she hit the spot on his wrist, her toes digging in just right.

"Yes" Trigger sighed, unashamed of what he was admitting. The sight of her stretched out like that caused his spike to pulse behind its paneling. His optics shuddered. "Primus, yes."

With a rumbling groan of raw arousal that came from inside she repeated her assault on his wrist cables. "Would you like it if I told you what to do, just how to stroke yourself, how to submit to another mech?"

Despite the words, there was little hit of it being a question. Much more of a demand that it be something he enjoyed.

Trigger's optics onlined again, half shuttered with a near overload, but he was plenty coherent.

"As long as the other mech is willing, I am your guy," he whispered, cables returning to her sex and plunging inside.

She shuddered at the renewed attention and did her best to return it. "Open your panel," she demanded, her voice deep and husky with desire. Across the connection he felt the full impact of how much she wanted this, to see him as a lover would.

He hissed through his vents at the strength of her emotion, his spike all but bursting from its housing. With a click, the paneling retracted and the spike emerged, already slightly wet at the tip.

He snapped his optics wide, yearning for more.

"Delicious," she panted, arching and writhing on his hand as her body tightened around his invading cable, trying to milk it as she would a human lover. "Finger yourself, Trigger. What you do to me, do to yourself."

With his free servo the mech used his digits to feel around his valve. Touch sensor node after node, he whined. The sensation was causing his spark to pulse again. He slipped two fingers a little deeper and swept around, before bringing them out with another low groan.

He flooded everything he was feeling through the link, his spark drowning in the intense sensations of everything.

"Yes, that's it," Amunet gasped. "Do well and I'll tend to your spike," she promised with every bit of sultry enticement she could manage with her body pushing closer to it's own release with every movement she made.

Trigger watched her momentarily through half shuttered optics as his digits delved in as deep as they could go and back. He controlled the urge to buck, a rumbling groan sounding as his cooling fans started up.

"Sounds like a plan," he grinned weakly before another wave of building heat caught him.

The cables round her nipples slowed, lavishing the buds, his cables continuing on their assault inside her. It was all too much for her. With a grunting cry she came hard, her body curling upwards as muscles tightened. Her fingers dug in deep and her body fluttered around the cable inside her, trying to reward her lover for such pleasure.

The surge of the female's orgasm sent the mech crashing into overload, his optics off lining as his whole frame froze. With one final thrust of his fingers, a primal growl tore from his vocals and he sent everything flooding right back into her like a tidal wave.

She arched with a garbled roar as a second orgasm hit before the first had even fully played out, her body quivering as she whimpered between gasps at the intensity as it began to settle.

Trigger lay motionless for a few minutes, his processor slowly coming down from it energy drunken state. Optics flickered online, registering static to begin with before clearing.

"Frag," he grumbled in bliss, feeling the twinge within his still pressurized spike. He smirked slightly at it before his optics turned to the quivering female, his smirk softening ever so slightly.

She smiled lazily up at him, the sun soaking into her dark skin and warming her as much as the hand under her.

"Nice to see it's still interested," Amunet purred with a hungry smile as she began to sit up, careful of her still-questionable balance. "Do you have any favorites for how to get your spike off?"

He grinned at the question. "Hands on is always good," he transmitted a few images for her, firm prolonged pressure before the burst. "But, I'm good with whatever is going," he tilted his head to the side slightly and watched as she got to her feet and walked up to him, standing between his spread legs with nothing but desire for the body she was looking at.

"I think I can manage that," she grinned and wrapped her hands firmly around the base of the spike as long as her arm and a bit thicker. Using her full body to add to the motion, she pushed upwards and flicked her tongue across the slit at the tip before shifting her grip to use her chest and breasts to press against one side while her hands focused on the other.

The servo she'd once been in clenched shut with a snap. A low rumble grew from beneath her as the mech began to react to her attentions. His smoldering golden optics goaded her on, whilst his other servo clench into the tree he leaned on to steady himself.

He groaned, his spike beginning to slicken at the slit. The feeling of not only her hands, but her body along his length was getting his spark pumping again. An EM field flitted out from him as he lost control of it momentarily, ghosting over her.

"That feels good," she murmured after giving the slit another lick and swept her hands along the head of his spike to slicken the rest of the shaft and her body rubbing against it. "You feel good."

Trigger growled as she rubbed against him again, cables yearning to feel her again. They danced like snakes from his clenched servo, but he held them at bay.

"Ah! K-Keep that...going. Feels, incredible," he groaned, his tone husky with arousal and need. His spike was now slick, the connection between them buzzing with his growing need to overload.

Amunet smiled and tightened her grip on his spike, kissing and nipping along the length as she used her strong legs to move faster. "Let go, hansom. I want to see you loose it."

Yellow optics brightened, her words fueling that fire within his chassis and the delicious current in his lines. Something snapped, the cables coiled round her legs in an almost possessive hold as the mech bucked as gently as he could, luckily not unseating the strong female. The combination of her teeth and body sent him into a massive overload.

He let out a strangled roar as he came, his fluid gushing outward. A once coherent processor was left in a overpowering high as the connection was inundated again.

Amunet gave a strangled sound as his ecstasy roared through her body. She never gave a thought to the motion as she pushed against his spike, rocking her hips and spreading her own juices along it as she sought to push herself over the edge a third time while he was still fully lost in his.

This time he submerged himself in the bliss that followed his overload, knowing that the sweet buzz registering in his sluggish processor was Amunet. His cables gently retracted so that they stroked down her legs before returning to his wrist plating.

He sent a final EM field out to help her tip over the peak, his finger tracing down her spine.

She trembled and gasped for air, then eventually calmed between deep breaths and thoughtless snuggling against the spike still in her embrace, nuzzling and licking it randomly.

"That was very good," she murmured, her body lax as she gradually sank to her knees in the sand. "Very, very good."

Trigger rumbled his agreement, amused by the attention his spike was still getting. "Delicious even."

He stretched the doors on his arms, the muscle cables whining softly. Settling back down he offered a warm hand. "Want a seat, or do you like being covered in sand?" he teased with a lazy grin.

"A seat sounds good," she said, still mostly in dazed bliss as she struggled to her feet and climbed up to settle on his leg. "So does a bath."

Look down at himself, Trigger nodded his helm. "That sea water is sounding awfully nice right now. It is quite the ways back to the base."

"Agreed," she smiled, though she wasn't terribly inclined to move just yet. "And a nice long nap. Your spark all charged up now?"

He chuckled leaning back and basking in the warm sun. "Full to bursting, thank you. If you wish to recharge, feel free," he smiled and watched her through half shuttered optics. "My aft won't be moving from this spot for a while."

She gave a mumbled affirmative and closed her eyes, quite willing to sleep naked on the beach while sitting with her legs spread with the mech's upper leg armor between them and braced against his chest plates.