So yeah, as I have already said, seekers making seekerlings. in the the first chapter. Don't like two 'male' figures getting it on then leave, I don't care if I start making characters act out of character, it's FAN FICTION for a reason.
I have always thought the Seekers would act more like animals than grounders, I don't know why, it just made sense in my mind. Also I am getting annoyed with how practically every makes Seekers out to be oh lovey dovey over sparklings, so I changed it a little.
I don't own transformers or anything really to do with transformers. I wish I did.
DESCRIPTIVE MECH PARTS
Dreadwing flew over the mountains of Idaho. His olfactory senses working overtime to get a better fix of the scent a Seeker in heat. His systems had begun heating the instant the scent reached him, the blue painting turned to a rich azure and yellow to a bright gold, and his chevron grew and sharpened in preparation of wooing the Seeker and fighting of any other suitors.
The Decepticon SIC pinpointed the Seeker to be in a cave next to a marshy pond. He transformed and landed before entering the cave, trilling and chirping. A chirrup answered him, followed by the sound of metal and gear grinding. Dreadwing waited patiently, programming telling him that intruding would cause his potential mate to attack.
He didn't need to wait long, a sleek submissive male Jet Seeker came into the room. He was short with armor that was dark blue, almost black with light silver linings that were only formed during heat to show off the curves and dips in the mech's plating. Slim wings shifting in a wary manner, the seams had opened up, showing off wires and sensory nodes helped give off the Seeker's heat scent. Silver face plates and golden optics completed the look.
Dreadwing inhaled the scent greedily, growing addicted to it even more so with the close proximity. His own wing seams separated to show wires that pulsated in soothing yet arousing colors. He stepped forward carefully, making sure to keep the flat of his wings facing the Seeker and to make deeper trills. He walked diagonal to the Seeker, stepping closer and closer until he was within arms reach, then he waited for a chirrup to let him know he could continue onto convincing the Seeker he would be a good mate.
The Seeker's optics followed him constantly, looking for anything that could tell him of any physical birth defects that may be passed down to possible sparklings. Despite what the grounders thought, Seekers were very finicky about their partners and sparklings. If a sparkling was born with a physical defect, it would be deactivated as soon as it was known. Only in rare cases did the sparkling get to function.
His thoughts were interrupted by a chirrup and enthusiastic nodding of the Seeker's helm. His wings rose even higher as he jumped and pranced around, throwing and shaking helm to show off his chevron. His platings broke apart and shifted every now and then to show off strong muscle cables that hid underneath. Dreadwing's vocal processor produced deep trills and sensual growls during his dance, inviting the Seeker to join.
And join he did. The Seeker practically jumped at the chance, prancing and sharply turning next to the SIC. Dreadwing knew this was another test, he had seen it back on Vos, the dominate had to match up and seamlessly dance with an improvised dance made by the submissive. If he messed up then he would never get the chance to try and court this Seeker again.
Time seemed to stop for them as they danced. They jumped, spun, performed roll backs, and even had mock fights in between. Finally the Seeker slowed to a stop, his back facing Dreadwing, wings spread wide and vibrating. Dreadwing waited again, vents heaving to cool down his systems. The Seeker keened and lowered to his knees, Dreadwing stepped closer waiting once more.
When another keen sounded, the Seeker's posterior panel between his stabilizing struts opened, showing off a primed silver port. Dreadwing lunged forward at that instance, claws grabbing a hold of the Seeker's waist and burrowing between wires and sensors. He alternated between biting the junction of the Seeker's neck and shoulder to a wing strut. His stabilizing struts found themselves spreading his sub's out. All together making sure that his submissive couldn't get away.
Dreadwing leaned back to watch as his anterior pelvic panel opened to let his spike out of its housing. His gun metal gray spike with glowing blue ribs and glowing yellow veins. He could see the seeder begin to prematurely poke through the slit of the engorged head, the blue rings pulsated almost calmly, the yellow veins pulsed erratically.
Not wasting any more time, he thrust forward allowing the seeder to poke into the port and squirt more lubrication around the edge. When he felt that there was enough, he pushed his pelvis forward while pulling the Seeker back. Once he felt the head was in, he began rocking in deeper, seeder spurting out more lubrication to help. He went back to lying across the Seeker's back and left of trail of oral moisturizer from his glossa, from his back to his helm.
The Seeker hissed and growled at him, his back arching so his abdominal plates were touching the ground, effectively putting his port at a better angle for penetration. Dreadwing surged forward until he absolutely couldn't anymore. The ribs grew out and connected with small ridges inside the port, the area covered in veins also grew out into a large bulb that pressed and rubbed sensitive port sensors. His seeder extended enough to reach to entrance of the reproduction chamber and began heating and rotating against the glass like membrane. He rocked and circled his hips trying to distract his mate from the painful sensation. His claws rubbed the Seeker's chest plates, dipping in gently to scrape against the glass of his cockpit. He licked and nibbled at any and all wires on those sleek wings that he could reach.
His seeder once more extended, slipping through the small hole that it created. Once deep inside the chamber it began releasing torrents of transfluid, intent on filling it to the brim and beyond, which wouldn't be hard given the size difference. Dreadwing groaned in pleasure, feeling each rib and vein pulsing, sending more and more of his coding into his mate.
"Yyyyessssss." He moaned.
His mate purred deeply pressing back against him, trilling happily at the feeling of his chamber being stuffed. The seeder pulled back releasing thicker fluid that would harden on the membrane on both sides. It would keep the tranfluid inside the chamber and keep other dominate Seekers from getting inside.
Dreadwing rubbed his cheek plates along the length of his mate's neck and shoulder, purring as he pulled out when the seeder returned to its housing, "Mine," he pulled away enough to pull the Seeker onto his side, "My mate," he ran his claws along the wings, tweaking some of the wires to get a small squeak each time, "My bearer," he sank his teeth in the neck of his mate, "Mine!"
The Seeker tilted his head back, dislodging Dreadwing from his neck, but exposing his more sensitive throat, "Yours. All yours, my mate."
The dom crooned and nuzzled the exposed wires, "Does my mate have a name?"
"Metalbreaker."
That was my first sex scene, with two males...I'm rather please with myself. It was so out of the blue and done in less than an hour.
Please review and let me know what you think of it and if there are things I need to improve on. Thank you!