Kup had never really been keen on two-man groups: He preferred to work alone, with a large group, or not at all. However in his current position he had no choice - he had to locate this Wreck-Gar individual, and as much as he hated to admit it, he needed a guide.

"So, you know this place pretty well then, eh?" Kup pressed, fixing his optics on the blue Cybertronian seated across from him. He received simply a nod as the bounty hunter called Devcon took a deep draft from his high grade. Kup admired the bot's tolerance, he hadn't had much time since the war started to actually visit an establishment and find a drinking partner - so he considered himself lucky that on this rare occasion his soon-to-be partner could keep up with him.

"I wouldn't offer my services if I didn't feel confidently about my knowledge of the geography." Devcon lifted his cup to his lips and smiled. "Plus my current target happens to be hiding out on that planet as well." He powered down his optics to finish off his high grade.

Kup grinned a bit wider and nodded in approval.

"Then it looks like we're travelin' together," the Autobot said, leaning forward and propping his arm on the table by the elbow, offering his hand to Devcon, "partners?"

"Partners." Devcon said after a slight chuckle, gripping Kup's hand tightly.

The two met optics as metal connected and locked gazes. A silent question passed between them, but as both had 'asked' the same question, the answer was already there. Experienced warriors such as the two of them had become masters at reading the unspoken. However they were aided this time not only by insight, but by the fact that this particular question had a very specific look behind it, and unbeknownst to each other, they'd both asked numerous times before. Cybertronians like them, being a little past their prime, were not likely to settle down, and were likely to seek out partnership of the non-lasting type.

Giving Kup a rather smarmy smirk, Devcon raised a hand in a signal for another two cups of high grade. He had seen his share of wandering Autobots since leaving Cybertron, and he had to admit that this Kup character was one of the more attractive ones. He also had a very alluring air about him, for he carried himself like a seasoned warrior - well trained and loyal-, but there was something hidden in his chassis. Perhaps a playful streak or suppressed mischievousness. Devcon liked that - he knew a challenge when he saw one.

Kup uttered a small 'thank you' as a full glass of high grade was set down in front of him. He picked up the cup and powered down his optics to take a swig. The high grade was good: real good. It burned his throat as it went down but warmed his spark pleasantly. This was their fourth round in less than an hour, and it was only just beginning to dull Kup's central processor. Setting the drink back down he wondered if his easy-on-the-optics partner was feeling it yet.

"So, who exactly are you searching for, Autobot?" Devcon asked softly, looking around the tavern almost suspiciously. "You're a long way from Cybertron."

"I'm looking for a Junkion named Wreck-Gar," Kup supplied, lightly twirling his cup in his hands, "we've got intelligence that says he's actually seen the Decepticon Matrix of Leadership." He lifted his optics to Devcon's, wondering how much lore the ex-soldier was familiar with. He was given a slight cock of the helm.

"The Decepticon matrix? I thought that didn't really exist."

"So did we - so did Prime." Kup sighed, pausing to sip once more. "But we got our hands on a guy named Brass Maxis, and he had a piece of it. We managed to wrangle a name out of him: The name of the last person who had the piece - Wreck-Gar."

"Brass Maxis, you mean the scientist?"

"The one and only." Kup said, clearly impressed.

"What was he doing with the matrix?"

"We don't really know. The guy heading up the, well, information extraction didn't know what he was doing, and we lost our POW before someone else could take over."

"Lost him? How?"

"Would you believe he was rescued?"

"A Decepticon - rescued?" Devcon scoffed. "He must have been pretty important."

"Well, not really him, but his eldest son, Ironclad." Kup took a moment to make sure he could afford it, and then waved for a fifth round. "Ironclad was a big player in Megatron's ploy to take out the Triple Changers."

"Ah, right. I heard about them - mainframe abnormalities, their type."

"You can say that again." Kup didn't even acknowledge the bar maid, instead he kept going. "Apparently Sharpshred had expressed a great interest in Ironclad's unique coating - to the point that she had attempted to seduce the lad. Well obviously Hy-tech wasn't too happy about that - so he attacked the boy's mother. He wasn't, ultimately, the cause of her termination, but Ironclad blamed him for it."

"Wasn't ultimately the cause?"

"Naw - he beat the scrap out of her, but it was a Decepticon who finished her off. Family too, from what I hear."

"Fitting."

"Just a little, but Megatron planned on using the whole thing to his advantage. Warping Ironclad's rationale chip he convinced the kid to agree to, basically, a suicide mission. By this point the slagging Triple Changers had already taken Octane, so they were on the top of Megatron's list. The plan was for Ironclad to appeal to Sharpshred's curiosity and convince her he was done with the Decepticons. Then he was supposed to turn her against Hy-tech, since everybody knew he had a one-up on her; and hopefully he'd scrap her. Then Ironclad was to lead Hy-tech and Octane into a trap. Megatron promised Ironclad he could have Hy-tech - of course what he didn't tell the boy was that he would have to survive the onslaught first since Megatron planned to open fire on the trio the moment they were in sight."

"So, how does Brass Maxis fit into all this?"

"He and Ironclad were reportedly very close, and he was kidnapped before Megatron could put the plan into motion. Being a relatively intelligent kid, Ironclad told Megatron to his faceplate, that he wasn't doing anything until his father was safe."

"Got you." Devcon said, nodding then looking at his drink. Would it be worth it to order another round? He was already feeling the bubbles in his equilibrium gauge, and was looking forward to 'recharge' with Kup - so was there really a need for it? He lifted his optics and grinned at the green Autobot across from him.

"I think you and I are on the same wavelength, Devcon." Kup snickered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You want to rent a room, or does my ship sound ok to you?" The blue Cybertronian asked as the duo stood, leaving payment for their drinks on the table.

~I dunno,~ Kup responded playfully, using a comm. channel so there would be no chance of them being over heard, ~how much abuse can your ship handle?~

~Are you questioning the reliability of my space-craft, Kup?~ Devcon replied, though his voice was just as playful. ~Because that, my friend, would be a mistake.~

Kup grinned wildly at the blue bot as he held open the door for him, chuckling.

~Naw, of course not! I just don't want to be held responsible for denting anything.~ He let the statement hang promisingly and fell into step behind Devcon as they entered the docking station.

The whole port seemed to be asleep. The only life there the duo apparently left at the bar. There were a good number of ships; however they were all most likely empty. Ports like this one were notorious for attracting the lowest kind of scum, so most of the crews and captains of the ships would be inside, enjoying whatever luxuries they could afford. Only men like Devcon, Kup mused to himself, respected their ship enough to know its luxury could not be beaten.

Devcon's ship was small, but pleasantly so. It seemed to have been constructed specifically for the purpose of carrying Devcon, his hit, and perhaps a third party. Kup grinned to himself, for indeed the ship looked more than capable of taking a beating.

"SolarFlare." Devcon said affectionately, looking over his shoulder at Kup. "I've had her for seventeen years now and she's never once let me down."

"She's quite a beauty. Is she custom?"

"Essentially - yes. She used to be an escape pod on a warship for the Vilsid people, but I picked her up at a cheap price and used the money I would have spent on a ready ship to have her completely modified." Devcon paused and opened the door to the cockpit, waving Kup inside. "So if you do dent anything, you'll be paying to fix it."

"Aye aye, capt'n." Kup slurred slightly, high grade now fully working through his circuits. He leaned up against a dark red counter as Devcon followed him in, closing and locking the door in his wake.

"So, who's switching?" Devcon said in almost a growl. He reached up and slowly, rather uncoordinatedly, removed the weapon from atop his helm. He set it down on a small card table, and narrowed his optics curiously as Kup began to laugh.

"What's so funny, Autobot?"

"You cut right to the chase, dontcha?"

"I've gotten used to working on a tight schedule." Devcon supplied lazily before sizing Kup up. "So?"

"You ever heard of a little game called 'heatlock'?" Kup suggested, crossing his arms over his chestplate. He was rewarded with a tilt of Devcon's helm.

"Isn't that a bit dangerous, Kup?"

"You got any better ideas, merc.?"

"I'm a bounty hunter, soldier: Not a merc."

"You game then?" Kup smirked, moving away from the counter and stepping towards Devcon. Bringing the duo close enough to feel the other's breath on their faceplates, the Autobot hummed alluringly at Devcon. The reaction was a soft, pulsing glow from Devcon's spark - a soft, minty blue in color. It was strongest at his chest, but it radiated through each and every crack in his armor. At this point, however, it wasn't strong enough to taint his faceplate.

"Alright." Devcon sighed, exhaling hot air into Kup's faceplate. "First one to break, switches?" He continued, humming back with his own unique pitch as he powered down his optics.

~Agreed.~ Kup , shutting off his own visuals. ~Begin.~

Heatlock was a simple, but dangerous game. The players would cease internal cooling functions and stop inhaling cool air. This would rapidly heat their cores. Most Cybertronians could do this, without great risk, for a minute - however three minutes was plausible. After three minutes damage begins to take hold, and at five minutes the body automatically shuts itself down and begins cooling. Anything past five minutes meant that the Cybertronian had sustained manual function damage, and was entering overheat.

Kup had played this game ever since he was a child: He had threatened his parents with it until he got his way; he had made himself untouchable in the academy with an impressive winning streak; and he'd used it to gain his share of recharge mates. He had a technique which had never let him down, and a fierce determination to watch Devcon switch for him.

Devcon, on the other hand, had seen more of the vast galaxy than Kup had - though Kup was no homebody. However Devcon had made arrests on the desert planet of Fai, the volcanic systems of Nalduune, and the completely submerged city of Tarfleplex - all three of these arrests had nearly sent him into overheat. His core, for these reasons, was well adapted to dealing with heat many Cybertronians would find entirely unbearable. It was a silent pride of his.

Kup's humming faded just the slightest bit as he began to feel the condensation forming on his faceplate and under his helm. He kept his optics off-line as he began to feel it bead and drip down his neck. Any nano-second now, Devcon would break...

Devcon didn't even attempt to hide the smirk on his faceplate as he felt a few drops of condensation hit his chest piece. Kup was still humming, though it was a bit softer now, but Devcon knew the Autobot wouldn't be winning. He increased the volume of his own humming in playful spite.

Kup couldn't help but power-up his optics as he felt and heard Devcon's humming grow louder. He was witness to a devious smirk on the bounty hunter's faceplate. The old soldier narrowed his optic scope and concentrated on humming louder than his partner. That would teach him that Kup didn't switch for anyone.

Devcon's humming 'hiccupped' as he attempted to hold in a chuckle at Kup's determination. He thought about taunting him via comm., or even humming louder to instigate, but the contest came to an abrupt end without his help. Kup, it seemed, had attempted to up the volume of his humming again, this time in challenge instead of response to challenge - but the heat interfered. The Autobot's hum got 'caught', he coughed, and then sucked in a long, cooling breath.

As Kup stepped back and abruptly stopped humming, Devcon let out a deep chuckle and crossed his arms over his chestplate. He looked well beyond smug.

"Looks like I won." He said, his voice deep with heat. Kup answered him with a 'humph' and a mumbled replied as he looked up and away indignantly.

"What's wrong, Autobot?" Devcon thrummed his core, stepping closer and taking Kup's chin between two fingers. Tilting the blue optics back in his direction he smiled darkly.

"Sore loser?"

"Wasn't a fair match." Kup grumbled, though defeat was easy to hear in his voice. "I'm still roughed up from that bar fight earlier..."

"Kup, you won that fight."

"Doesn't mean they didn't get a few good hits in!" Kup declared, wrenching his chin out of Devcon's grasp. "But I'm - I'm a bot of my word so... So you win. This time!" He finished quickly, poking the bounty hunter in the chest. His wrist was immediately captured and used to pull Devcon closer.

"Don't worry - I'll be gentle." Devcon cooed. He then quickly, before Kup could respond, tipped his helm forward, wrapped his lips over an exposed wire on Kup's throat, and sucked. He felt the Autobot shudder and gripped Kup's shoulder gently with his free hand. The wires at his lips were taunt and stress heavy - which meant Devcon was going to have to really work to get Kup relaxed enough to lubricate, let alone switch.

Kup felt the anger within him (born from Devcon's last comment) slowly subside, and it was replaced by a deep and sudden need. He wasn't sure if it was the high grade, the fact that he hadn't gotten any in a while, or both, but he was suddenly uncontrollably horny. He tilted his helm back to freely offer Devcon a little more of his neck. It wasn't one of his sweet spots, but slag, it felt good. He maneuvered the hand in Devcon's grip enough to splay his fingers over the blue bot's chest. The other he slid up Devcon's back, searching for a small seam he'd seen earlier.

Devcon flicked his tongue out, almost lazily, over the exposed wires and cords of Kup's throat. He explored with the tip of it, discovering wires with patches (he pressed his tongue hard against the seams, following them as best he could), and cords that seemed to have been completely replaced (these even tasted slightly different). He pulled his tongue back behind his faceplate, smirking as he felt a steady, curious hand on his back. He did not have long to enjoy it, however, for a finger from said hand found the seam of his back. It was a rare condition, this seam, for it essentially was his transformation transfuser. He and the few others who shared this condition could be forcibly transformed - even against their will.

~Kup,~ the bounty hunter with a quiver.

~Don't get your chassis in a knot, Devcon,~ Kup replied: Snarky. ~I know what it is.~

The Autobot warrior felt his partner relax just the slightest bit. He was still obviously uncomfortable though, judging by the fact that his mouth had stopped its ministrations and he was simply panting against Kup's neck. The cycle of hot then cold air made Kup's core quake pleasantly, so he decided to show the loner just how much he knew about these seams.

Devcon had only been eased slightly by Kup's confession, mostly because Devcon was a programmed bounty hunter and his constantly alert senses warned him that he may have let his guard down too soon. The warnings were instantly put to rest as two of Kup's fingers began to slowly climb the seam, their gentle tips just barely touching the delicate and fragile wires beneath. He reeled. The sensation was unlike anything he had felt before. Most of his one-night-stands were so focused on overload they didn't even begin to explore his framework; Kup had not only explored, he had found territory unfamiliar to even Devcon himself.

It felt, almost, like having his valve entrance gently probed but there was this high-powered, almost suppressed tingle of pain that began to flow deliciously through his core and spark alone. And the idea that, at any second, Kup could force him to his knees in agony, made his lower panel simply ache.

Kup grinned as he heard a soft click, signaling that even though Kup was switching, Devcon had opened first. He applied just the smallest amount of pressure the seam, feeling more than hearing Devcon moan in response. He curled the fingers of his other hand inward playfully, scraping them against Devcon's chestplate. He took a small step forward and could instantly feel the heat from the exposed lower panel.

Devcon knew he had to get a grip. He and Kup had turned this into a contest, and while it was really all about making yourself feel good and not winning or losing - he still wanted to win. He held fast as Kup stepped forward and tipped his hips just slightly towards the Autobot. He could feel the responding heat from Kup's lower panel, but it was clear Devcon still had a bit of work ahead of him.

He released Kup's wrist and shoulder and slowly pulled each of his hands down to Kup's waist. The left hand he dragged slowly across the chest piece, making sure to poke and prod each little hole, seam, dent and joint along the way. His right hand he slid down Kup's side, pressing and squeezing every time he got a hand hold. When both hands were stationed at Kup's hips he moved them slowly around to Kup's aft and...

Kup's faceplate lit up with hot energon as the echo of his yelp faded away. He knew there was a smirk on Devcon's face, the slaggin' bastard, but just because he'd found a sweet spot didn't mean Kup was going to be goo in his hands - No way. Kup was already daunted by the idea of switching, and there was no way he was going to open without a fight. Devcon was on the right track, but Kup wasn't going to help him any.

He decided, for the time being, that the bounty hunter's seam was too easy. It felt like cheating. So he'd have to find some other area to exploit. He slid his hand the rest of the way up Devcon's back and tightly gripped his shoulder. He then turned his focus to the free hand splayed on Devcon's chest: It seemed like a good place to start. After a few nano-seconds of brushing his palm over the surface, he curved his fingers around the side and found an open joint. Cautiously, curiously, he pressed a finger inside.

Devcon's optics clouded over as Kup's finger brushed over his internal wiring. The sudden burst of heat caused a few bubbles to rise and pop within his equilibrium gauge and he stumbled forward. What could have been an embarrassing fall was saved by the empty counter which now pressed into Kup's lower back. Feeling his knuckles brush the underside of the surface, Devcon wrapped his palms over Kup's aft and in one, fluid motion lifted the Autobot to sit on the counter.

There was a loud clang as Kup whacked the side of Devcon's helm. He did it partly to reprimand the bounty hunter for such a move, and partly to hide the sound of his panel clicking open. He had always had a sensitive aft, fortunately most (if not all, he couldn't rightly remember) the Cybertronians who knew that little fact were dead. Kup hoped Devcon kept his high grade hole shut - for Devcon's sake.

While taking a moment to ponder his next move, Kup was assaulted once more by the heat of Devcon's mouth, this time along the curve of his chestplate. He returned both his hands to Devcon's metal, gripping the bounty hunter's shoulders tight. He felt the blue bot's glossa run side to side over his chassis, making him moan as the drying condensation tingled. The drag of Devcon's smooth, wet glossa turned all of Kup's sensor inhibitors off and a pleasant chill ran through his core like a tiny overload.

Devcon powered down his optics as he pressed his tongue along the seams of Kup's plating. The old soldier tasted like sweet iron and dark oils, and the bounty hunter began humming in appreciation. A bout of Kup's quivering brushed Devcon's piece along the inside of the Autobot's thigh, and the humming was broken by a moan. Challenge be damned. Devcon couldn't hold out much longer and his lips curved into a devilish grin.

Kup soon became lost in the smooth drag of the glossa on his chassis, and was slowly brought out of his blissful stupor as he realized Devcon was making a new pattern. After sliding his glossa back to the center of Kup's chest, he began to pull it down. It crawled over the remaining length of Kup's chest piece to the hard, sharp interlocking plates of his midsection. Kup unknowingly began kneading at the balls of Devcon's shoulders as the bounty hunter crouched and dipped his head, making his intentions perfectly clear.

Devcon felt rather than saw Kup's spark begin to pulse through the cracks in his outer armor. Out of curiosity he did turn on his optics for a nano-second to see the color: a warm, dark green. He smiled and powered his optics back down. He traced his tongue slowly over the descending plates of Kup's midsection until it bumped against his lower armor. Devcon turned up his audios as Kup began to moan and shake.

Kup felt just the smallest twinge of indignation as Devcon began to lick at his lower armor because this specific technique was normally only used on unsure females - but it felt so good he wasn't about to stop it. He tightened up as the glossa slipped around the joint at his hip- the incredibly sensitive joint. His mouth fell open and he squeezed Devcon's shoulder so tight the joint groaned. His core thrummed wildly as Devcon's glossa pulled away and found the now open panel. His optics fizzed out as the glossa got closer... closer...

Devcon focused almost entirely on his taste receptors as he circled the tip of his tongue around the entrance of Kup's valve. The taste of dark oils was present, but it was masked by a sweet, almost tangy taste which settled in the back of Devcon's throat. His shoulders almost began to ache as Kup's grip got tighter and tighter - but he was determined now. He reached up and placed a palm on Kup's midsection, bracing the other against the inside of Kup's left thigh. He tried to calm his core, thrumming in anticipation, but as he slipped his tongue off the rim and onto one of the hot, pliable sides, it only increased the thrumming.

Kup let out a long, low growl as Devcon's glossa just kept going. Having never been on the receiving end of such attention he had no idea what to expect, and was shocked motionless at the sensation. He had expected Devcon's glossa to be warm, hot even, but it wasn't - it was lukewarm, almost cold. Then, as he wasted precious nano-seconds on thought, he realized that it wasn't cold - his valve was just so hot it seemed that way. As if sensing his wandering thoughts, Devcon brought him back to the present by removing his glossa and blowing a thin stream of swelteringly hot air directly into his valve opening.

Devcon winced as Kup jerked, managing to kick the bounty hunter in the side. Without waiting for Kup to recover, Devcon sucked quickly on two of his fingers, wetting them with condensation. He then stood back up straight, pressing his chestplate to Kup's, and slowly pressed his fingers into the Autobots valve. He powered up his optics for the reaction and his core continued to thrum powerfully.

Kup let his helm fall backwards as he was suddenly invaded. His mouth fell open as two strong emotions battled for control. One was humiliation: He had never switched for anyone before and it almost made him feel underestimated and un-respected. However this was over shone by an overwhelming lust. He suddenly craved more! He knew immediately that he would not be satisfied with Devcon's fingers, but could not yet admit to himself that what he wanted was Devcon's piece - hard, fast and everything but gentle.

Devcon continued to smile wickedly as Kup rocked his hips into the bounty hunter's fingers, seeking more. He spread the two digits into a 'v' so that he made contact with two of the valve walls, and began thrusting them in and out slowly, driving his partner towards lubrication. He watched Kup's mouth fall open invitingly, and carefully slid two of his fingers from his free hand into the opening. He was pleasantly surprised when Kup bit down on them roughly, condensation beginning to stream slowly from the corners of his lips. The bounty hunter moaned softly as Kup began to play with the penetrating fingers using the tip of his tongue.

Kup, despite being totally overwhelmed by new and indescribable sensations, kept a mental tally on how many times he would have to pay Devcon back. The situation made him feel so utterly humiliated that, had it not felt so slagging amazing, he would have terminated Devcon at least twice over by now. As it was he could only rock into Devcon's fingers, suck on the others in completely unabashed lust, and moan. His faceplate was scarlet with hot energon and his optics wouldn't have been able to function even if he'd wanted them to. His mainframe was so wrapped up in processing the attention being given to his valve that it would not be able to handle the visual input on top of that. He let out a whine, muffled by Devcon's fingers, as he felt a strange new release catching up on him. He barely resisted the urge to pull his legs closed as his valve finally began lubricating.

Devcon pulled a face as his fingers were suddenly covered in a hot and annoyingly sticky fluid - clearly emphasizing that Kup had never switched before, seeing as how the more one lubricated the less 'sticky' the lubrication became. He slowly removed his fingers, and then used them to spread the lubricant around the seam of Kup's exposed lower panel. He felt Kup stiffen and looked up, pulling his fingers out of the Autobot's mouth.

~What?~ He panted, and even his comm. voice sounded strained.

~I- uh...~ Kup stammered, turning his helm away, even though his optics were still powered down.

~Kup, what?~

~I've never...~

~I can tell.~

~I don't...~

~It's painless.~

~Permanent?~

~Sigma no. I'll even switch it back when we're done.~ Devcon did not receive an answer over comm., instead he felt the Autobot relax, and figured that was the only confirmation he would get.

Devcon took his time in making sure he thoroughly wet the entire surface of the lower panel before placing his palm between the small, empty opening which concealed Kup's piece. He then gripped his thumb inside the moist valve, the index finger into the empty hole, pressed his palm inward gently, and rotated. The panel stubbornly refused to budge at first, making Devcon turn a little harder. Unfortunately when it still continued to refuse he tried even harder, and it snapped into its new position, startling Kup so badly he let out a shout, balled a fist, and bunched Devcon square in the jaw. Devcon stepped backwards quickly, holding his hands up with lubrication dripping down one arm.

~Woah.~ He calmly.

~Sorry. I-I just wasn't expectin' that... Ingrained uh, reflexes, y'know?~ Kup sounded genuinely apologetic, though thoroughly ruffled.

~Right.~ Devcon stepped back up, then paused. ~You sure you're really ok with this, Autobot?~

~Yeah. I mean, not really, but uh - I lost to you, and, well, I'm too revved up to stop now. So, uh... I just won't be making a habit out of it...~

Kup frowned a little as Devcon closed the gap between them, placing one hand on his hip joint, the other on his thigh. He felt the bounty hunter hesitate, and Kup sighed. He placed one hand on Devcon's helm, the other on his shoulder.

~If you're gonna do this: Do it right. I'm not some weepy floozy - so don't treat me like one.~

Devcon chuckled verbally and tightened his grip.

~Alright.~

Kup's optics flashed white for half a nano-second before blinking out again as he was penetrated. The pain was brief, registering only at the initial thrust, and then there was nothing but pleasure. The piece hit every inch of Kup's valve walls, and it was colder than ice. He felt his systems lock-up momentarily only to be jarred back online by a chill of gratification as it coursed through his chassis. He let out a long, low moan.

Devcon too froze at the initial contact, joints locking up as he experienced (for the first time in his function cycle) a valve which had never before been penetrated. The pressure was immense, pulsing and hot. His core practically cooed as it's thrumming increased, vibrating his whole body. His fingers dug so deeply into Kup's leg and hip that he could almost feel the metal crack in protest - but Kup had urged him not to be gentle. He pulled out slowly with a growl of anticipation.

The feeling of being penetrated was matched only by the sensation of the pull-out and Kup felt relief wash over him when he remembered Devcon's optics were offline and the bounty hunter would not be able to see the face he made. He had never experienced such blissful, aching, indescribable friction, and every inch of him wanted more. As Devcon prepared for re-entry, Kup braced himself on the edge of the counter and slammed his hips forward to meet the bounty hunter's thrust. The clang of metal-on-metal was matched by a shout from Devcon as his piece was fully enveloped in the hot, pliable walls of the valve.

The bounty hunter growled before tripling his pace. His thrusts began denting the edge of the counter, and Kup's back began to do the same to the back wall. He eventually slid both hands to Kup's hip joint, pulling him closer for each thrust. He almost had the presence of processor to laugh as Kup wrapped his legs over Devcon's waist, further pulling them together. Devcon's spark began to vibrate in anticipation.

Kup had impressive stamina where bondmating was concerned, but this was going to own him in no time flat. His competitive streak had been all but obliterated when he'd been penetrated, but he still felt the urge to catch Devcon as off-guard as possible. Using his legs as leverage he wrapped both arms around Devcon's neck and hoisted himself off the counter. Unfortunately it appeared Devcon was not prepared to handle the shift in their weight.

Devcon stumbled backwards as he attempted to urge his legs into actually working, but his mainframe was completely engrossed in the act of bonding. His equilibrium gauge couldn't keep up and his back slammed into the far wall: hard. His feet suddenly slipped from under him and he found himself slowly grating down the wall, making a horrible racket as metal scraped against metal. Eventually he found himself sitting on the floor with Kup in his lap.

~Ha!~ Kup cried triumphantly, panting. ~Now this is more like it!~

Kup's faceplate broke into a grin as he moved his hands to pin the momentarily stunned Devcon's arms to his side, and began riding him. It was atrociously beyond dignified, and certainly not something Kup would ever want to be caught doing, but now he could focus on finding out what felt good. Devcon started moaning in something between frustration and pleasure, but didn't struggle to reinstate himself in the more dominant position. Kup suppressed a moan.

~O-oooh...~ Devcon purred, helm falling back as Kup took the lead. ~Pri-himus...~ His core and spark began to match thrumming with pulsing and he couldn't concentrate: Couldn't think at all! All he knew was that his piece was wrapped tightly in the warm, moist valve, and in this new position every time Kup almost let him pull out he was privy to a succulent sucking sensation the likes of which he did not think he'd feel again. He relaxed everything that he could relax and focused all his energy on his piece, enjoying being simultaneously dominant and submissive. It was a unique experience, to say the least.

Kup knew he was finished. The moment he took the mantle he'd been able to pleasure himself, and knowing best how to do that, he'd reached his end quick. His optics once again powered up into a white nothingness before shutting down. Every circuit in his wiring spasmed with the pressure of a massive surge of energon. His piece, still concealed within his lower panel, jerked slightly and released its thin stream of fluid. The liquid would simply be absorbed back into his panel walls.

Devcon would have lasted a little while longer, if Kup's valve walls wouldn't have tensed, spasmed and clenched during the Autobot's overload. The bounty hunter didn't even attempt to hold back or control himself as he overloaded, firing a slightly thinner stream than his partner into the quivering valve. The fluid simply leaked out with the remaining lubricant.

The bounty hunter felt Kup relax, his hold on Devcon's arms loosening. He pulled one hand free, reached down and snapped Kup's panel back into black roughly.

"Bastard." Kup rasped.

"Scrap-heap." Devcon responded breathlessly.