As Two Worlds Collide

Written by : TransformersLover95

Beta: None(I'm lookin!)

Rating:T


Hightower was on his break, a rare thing when the war was heating up every joor. He found himself at a neutral bar, the kind that took their neutrality very strictly; all weapons were disrupted by an electromagnetic pulse flowing around the bar. Though safe the mech found it lacking in much company, he switched paint schemes and went from a dazzling display of gold's, silvers and black to a much more simple black and flat grey-lacking even his autobot symbol. You were better off not showing off who you worked for these days. Weapons or not melee brawls still broke out when two fractions crossed paths.

He slumped next to a much smaller bot, he assumed a neutral of some sort, it was not an autobot he could find in his files and he knew decepticons would have anything so small unless it was part of a bonded team. He continued to stare forward until his drink arrived, the Energon was spiked with hydrogen, making it fizz and burn down his throat, he downed more than half of the sizeable cube in one go.

"If you're trying to drown your sorrows I suggest skipping the energon and going straight to the hydrogen cyanide mix" a smooth voice spoke up. He found the source of the voice, the small bot on his right, the one he assumed to be a neutral clearly wasn't, the femme(he double checked it couldn't be) decepticon sat beside him, drinking the mix she'd recommended.

"Thanks for the advice but I'm just trying to wind down from a long shift" he said offering the femme a guarded smile. She smirked, eyeing him up and down, he let his own optics wander, her small frame was strong, and the joints were clearly reinforced, but still flexible and nimble, her paint was basic but appealing. The matt black was highlighted with silver and dark purple, her optics weren't the normal flat red, they were a deep rich colour that seemed alive as he looked at them.

She was aware of his gaze and watched as he looked her over, catching his eyes as they travelled back up to steal another look at hers, he froze for a click and turned into his drink "see something you like?" she teased moving closer to the tall mech.

Hightower was nervous, this was a deception femme, the few that existed were said to be far more brutal than half the mechs in the army, this helped show their worth to Megatron, proved they were just as, if not stronger than the mechs they were pitted against.

He knew that by all rights this femme would be a match for him. He let his vents cycle peacefully when he remembered his lack of fraction symbol. He wouldn't be a target tonight. "I'm Hightower" he offered a hand in greeting. She smirked but took it, and introduced herself.

"Call me Chibi" she said in a sweet voice, his whole frame melted at the sound, it was too kind, to calm and controlled to be a Decepticon, he knew Chibi was short for something in the slang of Polyhex, but growing up in the middle of Iacon he couldn't for the life of him remember.

"Nice to meet you, what brings one of the rare Decepticon femmes out of hiding?" he asked turning to face her fully, ordering another drink, this one stronger than the last.

"We do not hide, we are ordered to remain in the shadows, the less the Autobots know of us the better" she sipped her drink "why no fraction symbol? Or are you one of the few true neutrals left?" he cursed her sharp optics and was left without an option, he would not lie. But every word from the femmes' mouth had him enthralled more and more.

"no, I'm not a neutral, I'm an Autobot, I specialize in close quarters armed and unarmed combat" he had the frame for it, he also disliked shooting, he felt, if he was going to take a life then he would not hide behind a weapon, he would be there, and not hide from the death he was bringing.

"I suspected, not many neutrals can afford the maintenance on such a frame, but why, if you knew I was a Con, even bother approaching me, you could have quite simply ignored me, much" she moved in closer "much easier then what is about to happen" her breath fanned over his face, the mix of chemicals and high grade and the pure sound of her had him hooked.

"What, might I ask is about to happen" he tilted his head, smirking as she moved in again.

"Something that could spell disaster for us both" she closed the gap, capturing him in a near crushing kiss, never in his life had his spark beat so fast and hard, her taste, her smell had his processor spinning. They pulled apart, vents heaving to pull in more air. They seemed pulled together like magnets, he moved in again, unable to fight the burning desire in him to claim, to capture and to keep this femme as his and his alone.

He stood, keeping their mouths connected, instead of pulling away when he got too tall for her she wrapped herself around him, clinging.

He shoved her roughly onto the bar top, he couldn't find himself caring who saw or who was mad, he wanted this femme and he would have her.

She snickered when he pulled away from her mouth, she spotted a flustered bar keeper coming back from checking the stock. He jerked his helm up stairs; there were private rooms that he rented out, mostly for times like this. He mouthed the number 28 to her and she winked. He shook his head and turned on the spot, heading out back for at least a few breem.

She pulled his attention back to her mouth and after another immeasurable amount of time spent on that she pulled back a little "as much as the idea of you interfacing me senseless on the bar top sounds fun, my spinal column is on a smashed cube, slightly ruining the romantic, lusty feelings, there's rooms upstairs" she kissed his nose, jumped down and ran towards the stairs.

His face plates heated, he realised he'd been over enthusiastic and as she disappeared up the stairs he raced to catch up with her.

He caught sight of her disappearing into a room at the end of the hall, he ran down and burst into what was an empty room, he spun around when the blur tackled him, he slammed into the berth, as she pinned him, how she did with such a small bulk didn't not faze him in the slightest, he knew it was not a real attack, she was grinning far to widely even for a Decepticon to be attacking.

"Well, now that you've caught me femme, what on Cybertron do you plan on doing with me" he let the snark leak into his voice as she mused above him.

"Well" she paused to kiss him, only giving him a brief taste "I can think" she kissed lower down his neck, nibbling on cables and wires "of a few things" again the scorching kisses moved further south "that would take" one more kiss, right above his interface panel " allll night, and" she placed a kiss on the covering of his interface panel, his hips arched to the contact, the pressure in his systems was at bursting point but still he did not move, he was paralysed by her every move " make you very, very late for your next shift" she smirked and in a flick of her wrist the panel was removed yet she touched nothing.

She hovered over his aching body, laying one him fully, her mouth right above his "so, my autobot prisoner, what do you think about that?"


And there it is...I hope this isnt too aweful, and I hope someone enjoys it...you can also find it on Deviantart, I live there under the name Lotte-Bubbles1990.

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