Hand in Hand Together
Warnings: Roughness and dubious consensuality.
Hook's first inkling that today wasn't going to go as planned came when Bonecrusher shoved him up against the wall. The kiss, hard and demanding, was almost anti-climactic.
"Good day to you, too," he murmurred after the kiss broke off. "Is there a particular reason for this?"
"Long Haul's on the road, Scavenger's out digging, Scrapper's still fretting over that yellow guy, and I'm not touching Mixmaster," Bonecrusher growled, then kissed him again. Harder this time, hard enough to nick Hook's mouth. One hand went down Hook's chest and snaked around behind to grab his crane-arm, squeezing so roughly it hurt.
"Nice to know I'm number four." Hook threw himself against Bonecrusher as the bulldozer goaded him. "What, you're too frightened of Scrapper to bother him when he's obviously not in the mood, but you will happily snatch me up without a thought to how little I might want such a thing?"
"Something like that." Bonecrusher shoved him back, hard mouth descending on the crane's throat this time. "Come on, Hook, make this a challenge, why don'tcha?"
"Why? You might enjoy it if I did that." Hook nipped at the upper edge of Bonecrusher's helm. Some days, he wished he had Mixmaster's ability to spit poisons. It would be greatly useful for discouraging amorous attentions.
Bonecrusher growled and shoved him a few inches up the wall. "Stop playing around, Hook."
The crane raised a hand and gently ran his fingers along the upper edge of Bonecrusher's chest, where the bulldozer blade joined with his torso. "Playing around, mm?" With his other hand, he carressed one of Bonecrusher's spars, smirking as the bulldozer's engine roared. "You think this is playing around?" The scalpel was in his hand before Bonecrusher realized, cutting a fine line across the edge of the blade. "I thought it was torture."
"Sonuvabitch!" Bonecrusher grabbed his hand and forced it up, crushing Hook's delicate green fingers together.
He thought he would swoon from the pain. Instead, he dug out scorn to spit at his brother. "Reduced to Earth vulgarities. Honestly, Long Haul is more articulate than you. More enjoyable, as well."
"Fuck you," Bonecrusher enunciated. "It doesn't have to hurt, you stupid piece of pig iron."
"I have never been with you and not experienced pain, you ignorant son of a filthy jackal that mounts diseased camels." Hook preferred Arabic for Earth-lang vulgarities. They were so much more picturesque.
Bonecrusher tilted his head slightly. "Huh?" A pause. "It doesn't always hurt."
"Oh, yes, it always does." Hook shifted under Bonecrusher's body and got shoved back against the wall once more, jarring his crane-arm yet again. "As an example..."
"Doesn't kill you," Bonecrusher said as he pulled Hook's hand down again and tried to pry his fingers apart. "Gimme the scalpel."
"Oh, it doesn't kill me, but it doesn't at all incline me to engage in amorous activity with you. And I most certainly will not." Hook rubbed the thumb of his free hand against a spar. Feeling the bulldozer flinch back from that gentle touch made him smirk. "It doesn't have to hurt, Bonecrusher."
"You're a complete cunt. You know that, right?" The bulldozer forced a few fingers to unclench then drew Hook's hand up to his mouth. One, two fingers were pulled inside the warm, electric depths of Bonecrusher's mouth.
"You- say that because you like- the sound of the word." Hook whimpered and jerked his hand at his brother's ministrations. The scalpel cut into Bonecrusher's face, making him chuckle.
"Sure I do, Hook." The bulldozer wrapped his other arm around him and picked up the crane, never taking Hook's fingers out of his mouth. "Let's get out of the hall. Stupid jets throw fits when they catch us here."
The End