Just a fairly short little story this time. Call it something for you to read while I poke that sequel for you all. Anyway, this is a little RP between Xobit Prime, who played the Reflector mechs, and myself as Skywarp. We do not own Transformers, of course. And patience is rewards with hot camera/jet smut. If you don't like mech on mech, or orgies, don't bother reading. OR, flame me. I really want a flame...
On with the fic!
Skywarp stared unwaveringly at the three-member gestalt team known as Reflector. They had individual names, but almost no-one knew them, or cared. The three almost always acted as one, so it really didn't matter, as far as he was concerned. No, far more important, as far as Skywarp was concerned, was three things, one, he liked to think, for each member. First of all, Reflector was cute, each one of the members, shiny, purple, small, and decently attractive. Second of all, Reflector didn't get around much, they were pretty private... which meant that Skywarp hadn't had a chance to be with them yet, something the Seeker felt very nearly violated the natural order of things. And third of all... Reflector was three! Three that worked as one! Just imagining what they could do to him was enough to send a shiver down the purple jet's frame. He simply had to have them, at least once! And so, he stared, trying to determine just how to seduce the small mechs of the gestalt team, how to make them want him...
That was unnerving for the last couple of joors they had observed the purple and black seeker observing them. He was not very good at it or at least made no obvious attempts to hide his starring which could man many things… their main concern was that he was one of Starscream's wing mates. What could the Decepticon second in command possibly want with them, was it even him who had ordered the 'spying' or was it Megatron. If it was Megatron why then give the job to someone so… inept? The Viewfinder component turned and fished for reassurance from Spectro, who in turn ran a hand over the lens rim in a delicate caress meant only to calm the other down, Spyglass noted the sudden rapt attention on the Seeker's faceplate… what the pit was going on?
They were so... open about their relationship... Everyone who knew about Reflector knew what the individual members did on their off time. Skywarp didn't care, the same rumors went around about him and his trine-mates. It simply made no difference. The Seeker suddenly noticed that one of the trio was looking at him, looking at him harshly, almost searchingly. Skywarp returned the gaze, giving what he hoped was a friendly smile, before deliberately letting the weaker gestalt win a minor victory by 'forcing' the Seeker to look away.
They might act as one for the most part but unless actively in the gestalt mind the three components had their own personalities… or maybe better to call it personality traits. Viewfinder was the most caring of them, he was also the most touchy/feely and required a lot of physical contact to be happy, he also had the most easily spotted and accessible of the gestalt's weak spots, the lens. Spyglass was the watchful one, he kept watch over his mates even when they were off duty and he was the one who knew how to 'punish' the mechs that threaten the gestalt. Spectro were the balance between the two and also the one most willing to talk the high strung Viewfinder and the vindictive Spyglass down when there was trouble.
Spyglass did not like that smile at all but the seeker looked away and his angry scowl went unnoticed. :What does he want with us?: the words sneaked their way across the bond, faint tones of fear twining into it originating from Viewfinder. :It is unclear… we should have known if someone ordered him to keep him optics on us! And there was nothing in any of the files… we checked.: Spectro reached out and put a hand on Spyglass' shoulder half to restrain him and half to connect them all physically. : it doesn't matter… let's get to our shift before Soundwave sends Rumble to get us.:
They rose and left the rec room meeting up with Soundwave to get the days repair assignments. Spyglass stayed with the communications officer repairing the interface installation in the main bridge, Spectro was send with Ravage to monitor the other interface installation in the auxiliary bridge and Viewfinder was send down to the engine section to repair some power conduits which had shown an unusual amount of fluctuations in power flow for the last half orn.
Skywarp could have screamed when he realized the Reflector mechs were splitting up. Oh well, it could have been worse... And maybe it would be easier to approach them when they were alone. Skywarp was fairly sure there was something wrong in that thought, at least as framed, but he couldn't be sparing the time to worry about something as silly as grammar right now. It was easy enough to find the one mech who had been sent to work alone, no troublesome communications officer or cassette to guard this little gestalt mech.
Standing in the doorway, the purple Seeker watched the purple mech for a short while before letting him know he was here. "Hello. Think we could talk for a bit?"
Viewfinder nearly had a sparkflux when a voice broke into his musings, he reigned in his startle reaction preventing it from disturbing his mates who where both immersed in difficult recalibrations, Soundwave would not appreciate having to do it all over again because of one hysterical gestalt component.
"Ahh… w-what do you want Skywarp?" Brilliant, simply brilliant! The Seeker was going to be sure he had the upper hand now and… he would not be all wrong. Slag, he could not disturb his mates and he was virtually caught here, the door the Seeker occupied the only way in or out.
Ooh, he didn't want this one afraid of him, that wouldn't help his goals at all. If he only wanted this one mech, Skywarp wouldn't have any problems being feared, but as he wanted the entire gestalt... best to play nice. Relax this one, get him to agree... at least to bring the idea UP to the other two gestalt-mechs. "I just want to talk... well, at least right now. I'm not going to hurt you." That didn't stop Skywarp from looking the component over, taking in the details... Oh, small mechs were so cute... Running his glossa over his dermaplates, Skywarp shifted, dragging a hand up his leg to rest on his hip as he smiled at the mech.
"Um… Talk… ab-about what Skywarp, We don't… we have nothing that a flier could be interested in!" Wide optics followed every move the lager mech made, the display of… well of himself not lost but definitely not understood. Viewfinder was slowly panicking thinking of the reputation for having an 'appetite' that the purple seeker had. 'Appetite' and not taking no for an answer… he was not going to be able to stop him and even if he called for his mates Skywarp could have done the 'deed' and be out of there before they reached him…
'We'... even alone, the mech used the plural... Skywarp moved out of the door-way, into the room a little, but he also took several steps to the side. He did NOT want the camera-mech to be afraid of him! "Calm down, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. And honestly, I'd rather you not be alone." The Seeker leaned against the wall, head back, one foot on the ground and the other also against the wall, hands loosely resting on his thighs. It was an open, relaxed pose, a show of vulnerability that excited larger mechs and calmed smaller mechs.
Calm down… what in the pit was going through the seekers processor? As if he would be able to relax one bit when he was caught in a small room with a teleporter… moving away from the door was a cunning move but who better then a spy to know just what each member of the Decepticon fraction was capable of. Skywarp would have to be more than three miles from the doorway before he got Viewfinder to relax. And what the frag did he mean by 'anything you don't want me too', what could he 'want' the seeker to do t.. oh… OH!
"S-Skywarp… we don't umm… we are never alone…" He wasn't sure if that came across the right way at all, it had been intended as a warning but somehow by the look in the seekers optics he didn't think it had been taken that way. "What do you want with us?!" Frantic half shriek, Primus and the Unmaker he hated, absolutely HATED being caught alone.
Arg, of course Reflector couldn't be like normal mechs, no, he... they? had to play hard to get... Skywarp couldn't deny, though, that that made things ever so much more fun, and victory, oh so much sweeter. "I think you know very well what I want," and slag, how he hated not knowing for sure the name of the mech he was speaking to, it was so much better to seductively purr the name... "You may not be alone, but right now... there is only one of you... I don't want... only one..." Skywarp raised a hand to forestall the mech's protest, "Oh, I know, you're all busy right now, working. I don't want to get you in trouble by interrupting your work... I can wait, I can be patient..."
Well he could deal with that… maybe, seekers normally didn't hit on him. Normally didn't hit on any of the small gestalt. What was Skywarp thinking? Was it simply that he had 'had' everyone else and thought to add the camera to his list of conquests… not very flattering but properly not too far off. Well at least he knew what to do about this without needing to bother his mates.
"You won't 'get' any of us! We don't take others to our berth Skywarp…" he spoke harshly, out of fear and relief only afterwards realizing that he had maybe been a little too quick, forgetting that he was still in a small room with only one exit and an apparently riled up teleporter…
"Oh..." Skywarp dropped his optics, looking down over his body, one hand coming up to catch on a chest-vent. He wasn't exactly trying to be seductive right now, mostly re-thinking his approach. "Pity. I'm sure you're great... And you're missing out on so many interesting experiences..." Well, why not...? Maybe a taste of what he was missing would change this mech's mind... Sadly, the only way to get close to the mech was to teleport... heh, like Skywarp minded that at all. Appearing behind the little mech, the Seeker was quick to wrap his arms around him, stroking gently. "Like this... shh, I said I'm not going to hurt you... Just showing you what you're missing..." It felt so good to have even a part of Reflector in his arms... Skywarp was almost willing to take him right there, but no... no, that would destroy his chances of having all three, and he WANTED that. So for now, he would just give a taste, just a teasing hint...
And of course what he feared happened, the seeker teleported... and fondled him? He had been bracing for violence and the sudden pleasant touch almost made his legs buckle under him and his frightened shriek turned into an inquisitive pleasured mewl. He had not anticipated that the Seeker would take this path. "We… oh… Sk-Skywarp… we don't, noo-no don't…" His tone was not really convincing as he tried to dissuade Skywarp, the touches where overpoweringly pleasing… he was always so slagging sensitive and working with power conduits was a sure way of making it worse.
To his own surprise, Skywarp shivered at the gestalt-mech's tone. He had to stop this, NOW, or he'd end up doing exactly what he didn't want, forcing the little mech and shattering his chance to ever have all three. "No?" he gasped, mimicking the stroke to the lens he had seen one do to this one. "Well, if you're sure, then..." Skywarp had to teleport away, he couldn't force his limbs under control. With a brief whine of regret, he vanished, appearing in his room.
He did collapse when suddenly the seeker was no longer there, a thin confused wail leaving his vocalizer and systems heaving from the dwelling caress to his lens rim. A few breems later Viewfinder, the allegedly most gentle of the Reflector components, could have happily killed Skywarp with his bare hands a chore that was somewhat boring and easy had been made exceedingly difficult. Repairing power conduits always riled him, the seeker's all too knowing caresses had actually managed to call his chassis into a state nearing overload, only a systems overload but more than enough to make his work torture… and he could not overload! If he did he would be sure to disturb his mates and that was still out of the question and would likely be so for some time.
It took him a full joor… a FULL joor to finish up, handling the hot, faintly vibrating conduits as if they were about to explode and whimpering every time the power within lashed out through faulty magnetic containment fields. Even though he had been such a long time at his 'easy' assignment neither of his mates where done with theirs, normally he would have joined them but couldn't now… thanks to Skywarp, and had to slink through shadows and little used pathways to get unnoticed to the gestalt's quarters.
There was no way he would allow himself to be cornered by some mech who would all to easily recognize his need and take advantage of it, shivering as the memory of Skywarp's lager digits tracing the same path on his lens rim as Spectro's hand had he bite his lower dermaplate to stop a needy whimper. Frag the seeker to the smelting pits! He curled up on their berth hoping to be able to recharge a little and lose at least some of his charge along the way.
Spectro and Spyglass were both aware that Viewfinder had cut their link to the bare minimum but did not think much about it since they knew what sort of work Soundwave had given him and what it did to him… both very much looked forward to helping their mate to relax again. It was only when they were both done and met in the rec room to get energon that they realized that their third should have been there already… that he in fact should have joined either of them well over half a joor ago.
Worried but not ready to show it to anyone they fetched energon noting that both seeker trines were present as well as the havoc twins Runabout and Runamuk, the entire Stunticon gestalt and everyone but Hook of the Constructicons… idly reviewing the last known raids and watch schedules non who were off duty was missing from the rec room. Stowing the energon away they hurried out for once completely missing the fact that one Seeker gave their leaving more notice then was usual.
Checking their quarters first they found Viewfinder still curled up in uneasy recharge, chassis giving off more heat than even a half joors work with power conduits could explain and as far as they knew the repairs had not been that demanding… Spyglass gently pulled his off-line mate into his lap and began caressing him to wake him but got a lot more out of it then he thought as arms shot up latched onto his head and pulled him into a frantic heated kiss the bond flared to life roiling with need and confusion from Viewfinder's side. Questions could be asked and answered later all three components where quickly engaged in heated confusion of mutual caresses, kisses and franticly having vents.
Skywarp considered following the two gestalt mechs, wondering where their brother was. He decided against it, better to give 'his' mech time to talk to the other two. His next thought, of simply teleporting to their quarters and taking what he wanted likewise got discarded. He wasn't completely sure where their rooms were, and he didn't really want to face Reflector alone in their quarters... that just didn't seem safe. Skywarp contented himself with his wing-mates instead, and oh, he was very content with them.
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