Sparks Entertwined
Summary: Sideswipe is hurt and scorned by the one he loved, but will he find a new hope with the Decepticons? Armada verse, Sideswipe/?/?, slash, plug 'n play, mech sex, ect.
Author's note: Hey guys. I haven't posted anythin in a long time, stupid writer's block and all that jazz. Hopefully y'all like this little piece, I haven't tried a slash story like this, so if I screw something up, please let me know. Have fun reading and I wish everyone a glorious sunny day. ^^
Chapter One: Pain in the Hearts of Young
Everything was and peaceful in Nevada, the normal, perfect, rainy day. Or it would've been, if the canyon had been undisturbed by the horrible rockslide that had occurred recently. The damage wasn't extensive, just a broken guardrail, the horrible skid marks on the road, and the agitated animals fleeing the scene. Had this accident been a normal one, it wouldn't be until early morning that someone would report a car lost in a rockslide, and the driver would have been reported missing. As it were, this was not a normal accident, and while the humans drove unexpectedly towards their homes, a deep blue servo rose out of the mud. It was then followed by its twin, pulling its owner from the mess, body twisted and bleeding, mech groaning in pain once he was out of the carnage. He was far from safe however, and stood shakily, managing enough strength to hobble to a nearby cave. The youngling lay down in the crude shelter, shivering from cold and pain, and activated his distress beacon. Not that anyone would answer. After all, who cared about weak and pitiful Sideswipe, the Autobot trophy mech?
The Decepticon base was relatively quiet and peaceful, the lack of minicon activity giving way to much needed relaxation. However, the late night quiet was broken in one of the personal quarters, those belonging to the Decepticon leader himself. Megatron smiled wickedly at his mate, chained and writhing in the cool sheets, body covered in a sheen of coolant. The Decepticon Lord licked his lips, leaning down to trace the long, elegant neck of his lover. The young ground mech keened, arching up into Megatron, drawing a lusty growl from the older mech, "Megatron, my lord, please. Don't…tease-me." Megatron chuckled, nipping at the delicate metal, earning another cry, "Be patient Wheeljack. All in due time." Wheeljack whined, arching again, trying to rub against his mate. The older mech pushed him down, trailing rough bites and kisses down the mech's body, stopping to place a gentle kiss on Wheeljack's distended abdomen. He tapped the younger's groin armor, watching hungrily as it retracted, revealing 'Jack's spike and port. Wheeljack let out a long moan as Megatron lapped at his port, taloned servo gently stroking his spike. Just as Wheeljack was nearing overload, Megatron stopped, leaning up to capture his mate's lips, allowing him to taste himself. Wheeljack moaned as his mate entered him, wrapping his legs around the larger mech's waist. Megatron thrust hard and fast, bringing them both to a heavy overload. Wheeljack hummed happily, contently laying against Megatron, a gently servo stroking his abdomen while the other unchained him, "To think that soon, I will have an heir worthy of my throne." Megatron smiled at his mate, nuzzling his neck. However, both were to be interrupted when the blaring alarm went off. Megatron snarled, pelvic plating moving back as he stood to leave. He leaned down, sharing a kiss with Wheeljack, "I'll be back as soon as possible." Wheeljack smiled softly, leaning back to fall into recharge, "I'll be waiting." With that, the Decepticon leader approached the command room, where Starscream and Sideways were examining the data,
"What do you have to report?" Both jumped and spun to face Megatron, Starscream slightly slower than Sideways, "Sir, we are receiving an Autobot distress signal, hailing any frequency it can find." Megatron looked at the screen thoughtfully, "Have any of the Autobots gone to the sight?" "No sir. Not one of them has approached the signal." Megatron nodded, smiling his trademark sneer, "Well, why don't we pay this 'distressed' 'bot a visit, hmm?" Sideways nodded, stroking Starscream's cheek before following Megatron, leaving his mate to monitor the screen, stroking his stomach thoughtfully.
Sideswipe jumped and whimpered as the storm continued to rage. It was well after 1 in the morning, and he was almost certain that his team was ignoring his distress beacon. He was after all, no importance, except maybe a good 'face if any of his team had tried to bed him. That's all Blurr had wanted, convincing the youngling that he loved him, wanted to bond him, only to be caught facing and sparking with Hotshot, Sideswipe's adopted brother. The couple had informed the mech that they needed something different to spice up their mating, and having an untouched virgin seemed enough. However, when Sideswipe refused the offer, Blurr had gotten angry, exploding at the young mech, and causing him to run. Sideswipe was later confronted by Optimus, Scavenger, and Red Alert. The older bots sympathized with him, but Optimus reminded him the reason why everyone was on edge. The two Earth teams had come to an agreement, a six month truce to allow enjoy Xeniox, the Cybertronian mating season. The season lasted 2 months, allowing the other four months for sparkling development and birth. Sideswipe told the mechs that he had no wish to mate, and Optimus tried to pull ranking, asking Scavenger and Red Alert to help him. Sideswipe ran again, leaving the base and going for a drive, which led to his being knocked off the road by the rockslide.
Sideswipe began to feel drowsy, warnings flashing before his optics, warning of energon loss and future stasis lock, "Good, maybe then I'll have some peace." Sideswipe was mistaken though, as he saw what seemed to be the effects of a transportation device. Looking out of his cavern, the youngling cringed under the glares of both Megatron and Sideways. He attempted to stand, pulling out his gun and aiming it at them, "Please, leave me alone. Anything that you do to me will be seen as an act of treason, and …" The mech stopped in midsentence, falling to the ground, weak from energon loss. He cringed as Megatron kneeled next to him, stroking his back, "Relax, youngling, we aren't about to break the truce. We received your distress beacon, and decided to investigate." Sideswipe attempted to crawl away, not willing to trust the mechs next to him. He was stopped however, when Megatron lifted him off the ground,
"Why don't you leave me in peace? My team will…" "Your team will be alerted that you were retrieved, and if they want you, then they can come get you. Until then, you will be staying with us until you are repaired." With that, Megatron applied pressure to a spot on Sideswipe's neck, cause the bot to fall unconscious. As they teleported back to base, he stepped down from the dais, followed closely by Sideways,
"Sir, if you don't mind my asking, why are we helping that youngling? He's of no importance to…" "Sideways, if Starscream was out in there, in that storm, injured and afraid, would you leave him out there on his own?" "No, I would find him, whether I had permission or not." "Precisely, so why would the Autobots leave this mech out there in that storm, if they are so much better than us?" Sideways shook his head, finally understanding. Megatron carried Sideswipe to the makeshift medbay, setting him down on one of the berths, Demolisher coming to stand next to the Decepticon leader, "Sir?" "Fix him Demolisher, completely. The youngling is our guest for the time being, we need to treat him well." "Yes Megatron." The Decepticon Leader left the room, nodding to Sideways and Starscream as he passed them in the hall. The seeker was curled contently against the bike, purring as his mate stroked his wings. Megatron sighed, the stress of the night finally catching up to him. He keyed in the code to his quarters, entering quietly. Megatron was embraced from behind, stilling him and causing a calm smile to form on his face,
"I take it you missed me?" He felt gentle lips place a kiss to his back, before turning around to face Wheeljack, "It's not the same without you here." Megatron nodded, lifting Wheeljack and carrying him to their berth, "What's wrong? You're upset, I can tell." Megatron sighed, curling around his mate, "The distress signal, it was the youngling Autobot's. He was in rough shape, terribly mangled and bloody. Yet the Autobots just left him there." Wheeljack sighed, understanding thoroughly, "Unless the youngling was of real importance, the Autobots wouldn't bother until morning. I can guarantee that they won't be in a hurry to get him back, he probably had an argument and ran, and the others will expect him to come back when he calms down." Megatron nodded, kissing the back of Wheeljack's helm, "Get some rest, we'll question him in the morning, and find out the truth." With that, the two fell into recharge, all thoughts of Sideswipe gone for the night.
AN: Ok, that's it for chapter one. Yay. This is the first story I've done in a while, so hopefully you guys all enjoy it. Oh, and Flamers, you're welcome to post, just know that I'll ignore you. Anyway, I will update often, so please read, review, and again, enjoy.
Nuva