Dun Dun DUNNNNNNNNNN! Hi guys! I got this idea from a dream I had weeks ago. It was scary because I was playing as Crosshairs (CREEPY!) plus I thought, 'I'm a yaoi lover and my friend is a yaoi lover...I should write this for her.' It happened but she doesn't have a fanfiction account. I'm done rambling. Hope ya enjoy!

WARNING: THIS DOES CONTAIN RAPE! (YAOI OF COURSE.)

Crosshairs was running as fast as he can, coattails flopping in the wind. There was brush everywhere, all tropical on this mysterious island. There were reports about this island with strange noises, mysterious fires, and of course the neighboring island said these giant warriors were here to destroy their island; they had destroyed approximately 89% of the island so far.

Now at first Crosshairs wasn't keen on helping humans then Prime ordered them to go protect the humans whom helped them get off the government's hit list. Josh recommended Crosshairs go and with Hound going bezerk over a damn nut, Crosshairs was on board.

He had been dumped on his ass from the blue helicopter. Drift insisted he go with Crosshairs but the paratrooper wanted to be alone; away from the idiots who were too comfortable with safety.

A heavy weight tackled him, mud splattering across his plating and a few dents forming on his front. His optics were knocked offline for a few seconds only to face the sky all grey and miserable as Grimlock picked him up; simaltaneously ripping off his valve cover and unleashing his massive spike.

"Oi! Put me down ya over grown-!" A howl escaped from his vocalizer as a huge spike penetrated his valve and stretched him painfully. It felt as though Lockdown was shoving his ship into his valve! The paratrooper was trying to speak as the pain made him speechless as his fingers flinched for his weapons only to remember they were under his coattails; it was pushed aside as Grimlock threw himself and Crosshairs into the ground, ultimately pinning the smaller bot under his broad and heavy armor.

Face in the dirt, Crosshairs coughed and panted as Grimlock started moving; Thrusting in as hard as he could before pulling out as far as he could. Roughly being pounded wasn't what the paratrooper had in mind for a first date...if he was interested really.

His face plate scraped the ground as Grimlock set the rhythm, cooling fans whirring on high for the Dinobot while Crosshairs just started whirring on low, the hot warmth starting in the pit of his stomach. His faceplates were hot as the horny Dinobot as Grimlock snarled hot air against the audials.

Fingertips curled into the moist ground as claws scraped against the green paint job, grunts emanating from the two figures. Crosshairs was starting to enjoy the rough treatment as his wrists were confiscated above his; Crosshairs again facing his assaulter.

Blue optics met dark orange aroused optics; erotically panting, Crosshairs weakly struggled, knowing if Drift or any person really saw this predicament they'll assume he was weak.

Grimlock wasn't going to take his shit! He pulled Crosshairs up and slammed him into the ground, rock and ground shooting in every direction. Letting out a choked gasp, Crosshairs felt pleasure trickling through his systems, spike trying to spring free from its housing. It was painful but it was delightful especially when a charge built, becoming more harder to resist releasing it.

Grimlock pounded against the small pelvis, overload approaching so much faster than any usual interface especially with his comrades. The mech below him looked beautiful with his mouth agape, optics a bright blue nearly white, and wiggling uncomfortably from his impending overload. A beautiful sight to behold. With two more harsh thrusts, Grimlock overloaded with a grunt while Crosshairs overloaded with a horrid scream, body thrashing as he was filled to the brim with the Dinobot's seed, fluids dripping down his thighs.

Both panting, Grimlock let out a feral growl as he lifted the little bot off the ground and flipped him upside down. The paratrooper couldn't even reach the ground as he scrambled to grab a hold of something; anything that can free him from this painful yet pleasurable battle. A little confused by the actions, Crosshairs had his coattails pulled over his head, a couple of guns clanking against his head. He was fighting to grab them, vision still reeling from his overload. That's when something long, slimy, and thick circled the rim of his valve, the soreness and now tender pleasure came back. It made Crosshairs freeze before trying with renewed strength to break out of this monster's grasp!

"Put me down! Ah'm noboda's bitch!" A few more curse words were thrown at Grimlock but the huge bot didn't understand the references; he plunged his glossa into the tiny valve, enjoying the delicious cries coming from the separate vocalizer, the walls practically squishing his glossa, and the delicious taste of him.

A deep throated growl escaped him. This tasted much better than any energon! (Maybe even better than the yellow bot he interfaced with centuries ago...) A kick to the face made Grimlock howl as his tongue had received the brunt of the blow, now dripping with two types of energon. He looked at the sturggling paratrooper, ultimately steeling a tighter grip on the two legs and forcing them to wrap around his neck. Crosshairs knew and hated this position. Powerless now, it didn't stop him from attempting to throw punches at the stomach. Two blows to the gut: nothing.

"Damn Pri-ai!-mus...f-for this afthead!" An insult that Crosshairs knew wouldn't affect Grimlock and he was pissed. Just pissed! He got a lot of things from insulting his enemies and even though he was considered a friend, Grimlock right now was eating him out with no care in the world. His vocalizer fritzed crazily as the charge came back again only more intense than before, surfing his neural wires, and circulating heavily in the pit of his stomach.

"Ah frag myself to the Pit!"

Slurping from the tiny valve, Grimlock sensed the little bot's approach to overload. Nipping at some sensitive plating around the valve he accomplished his goal as Crosshairs yelled again, sending a flock of birds scattering into the sky as heated metal slowly crackled down to the cool average temperature. The struggling ceased immediately and Grimlock snorted as he flipped Crosshairs right side up and was chuckling. Knocked out by the overload, Crosshairs was in a vulnerable state.

Grimlock put the Autobot on his hip and meandered over to the cave. Inside all his members awaited for their leader's return. Grimlock gestured to the unconscious mech and growled, "He mine!"

Mwahahahaha! A drabble series for Crosshairs just all smutiness with no plots! Ciao! The Cherryblossom Tree