DRUNK
Description: A drunk Decepticon stumbles upon a talkative Datsun
Characters: My OC Bombs Away and Bluestreak
Series: G1
Bombs Away was always a loyal solider. He was an expert at demolition and didn't question orders. His only problem was he couldn't keep his servos off high-grade. Once Bombs Away was drunk he was an extreme flirt and pervert. Never keeping his servos off anyone, and nobody really minded. Except one night when Bombs Away tried to do Megatron. The tyrant kicked him out of the base until he was sober. Luckily they were in a temporary land base so he went wobbling away across the desert. Grumbling at Megatron's unwillingness to interface. At the same time Bluestreak was making his patrol rounds. He hated patrolling at night! He stopped when three lights were moving around in the sky. Great what now? Bluestreak transformed and snuck closer to see the large dark green mech stumbling around as he walked aimlessly. Bluestreak was frightened at his size and wondered what in the Pit he was doing in the desert alone. This was that new solider they got who belonged to that combiner team. The Rushacons they called themselves, now what would a combiner mech be doing alone? Bluestreak continued to watch until the lights on the mech's helm landed on him, shielding his optics he heard the mech chuckle
"Hello there! Look for good time, eh?" came the slurred Russian accent. Bluestreak straightened
"WHAT? NO! GET YOUR SERVOS OFF ME!" he yelled as the mech flew over to him, grabbed his arms and landed on top of him. Bluestreak saw the bright glow of the mech's red optics, he was over-energized. Of course on his night on patrol he gets jumped by a drunken Decepticon!
"Relax, you get pleasure." the Decepticon assured while running his digits along Bluestreak's chest.
"I don't want you on me!" He stopped for a second
"Oh, you want on top." Bluestreak flushed
"NO!" The Decepticon glared
"Make up mind or I make it for you!" he growled, biting at Bluestreak's crest. The sniper bit his lip at the bite. Purple servos going down his chest and stomach. On his stomach panel the mech slid his digits under Bluestreak's chest armor.
"Ahhh! No! Stop!" Bluestreak begged between an escaped moan. Bombs Away ignored him as he continued caressing the wires and nodes underneath Bluestreak's hood.
"Is good, no?" Bluestreak didn't answer, instead squirming to escape the digits. Bombs Away chuckled "Playing hard to get? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Silly Autobot." he teased, starting to rub his digits harder against the nodes. "Why you escape free interfacing? Hmm?" Bluestreak bit down on his lip harder so he wouldn't moan again. Of course this only egged Bombs Away on. He pressed his dark lips against Bluestreak's, forcing his glossa in as his digits pulled back to rub his door wings as the dark green chassis rubbed against the silver one. Bluestreak moaned lightly as his legs rubbed against each other. Why was this Decepticon doing this! Though he was starting to enjoy what he was doing. Most Decepticons would force themselves but then again this one was working hard to gain approval. Maybe that was his nature or something Bluestreak thought before the Decepticon glossa started exploring his mouth. It rolled in his mouth that was fitting with his accent. It felt so good! Bluestreak stopped fighting as much as Bombs Away played with the Autobot's glossa. Digits went down Bluestreak's side and massaged his thighs, Bombs Away pulling Bluestreak's legs around his waist. Bombs Away smiled when he felt Bluestreak heat up under his touches, starting to touch back. Bombs Away growled and swatted his servos away, holding his wrists down, as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Ah, ah, Autobot. This is about you. Relax! Enjoy good feelings." Bluestreak opened his mouth to say something, only for it to be captured by Bombs Away's mouth, the foreign glossa sliding in once more. Bluestreak moaned in his mouth and arched against the larger mech. Bombs Away smiled and continued exploring. Bluestreak gave a whimper at the need in his pelvic armor. The Autobot managed to pull away from the kiss
"S-stop! I-I need-" he was cut off when he felt Bombs Away's glossa on his cap, licking it slowly. Bluestreak gasped and squirmed at the sensation, whining at the Decepticon's teases. The sniper watched in awe as Bombs Away used his glossa to loosen the cap, taking it off with his teeth and laying it to the side as Bluestreak's pleasure unit was kissed. He gasped at Bombs Away's kisses and the lip components sucking on his unit. Bombs Away smiled as he continued, Bluestreak moans exciting him more. Bombs Away's servos found Bluestreak's valve and started to tease that along with the pleasure unit. Bombs Away having a smirk plastered on his face as he started to suck the metal length; Bluestreak giving a cry as he did. The Tu-160 slipped two digits into Bluestreak's valve, thrusting them in and out while wrapping his mouth around the pleasure unit. Bluestreak cried out, his body going into a spasm of pleasure. Bombs Away continued to suck at the erect cord with a smile. Bombs Away always loved the noises mechs made when he pleasured them. The Russian jet purred, his glossa rolling across Bluestreak's pleasure unit and making the Datsun gasp. Bluestreak continued moaning as Bombs Away worked his body expertly, it was almost as though he had gone through the medical files and looked up every body type. And if you know Bombs Away, you know probably did. Bluestreak felt his spark flutter while the charge inside built up, energy building as the overload approached.
"Ohhh, ah… Primus…" Bluestreak moaned at Bombs Away's sucks and thrusts. Oh it was ecstasy! From a Decepticon… they had destroyed his home! How could he enjoy this? Then Bluestreak overloaded, lubricant spilling over Bombs Away's digits while his pleasure unit released a charge and mech fluid. Bombs Away swallowed all in his mouth, smacking his lips at the tingling that was caused by the discharge of spark energy through the plug. Bluestreak panted, sprawled across the ground and at the Decepticon's mercy. What would this mech do now that he had humiliated Bluestreak? Though… there was some nagging questions. Why work so hard to make Bluestreak overload and not himself? Why not just 'claim' him? Bluestreak was snapped out of thought when he felt his pelvic armor close and strong arms hoist him up.
"You are being tired, come, I will help you home." the mech said, taking to the sky via the boosters on his back. There was a click as Bombs Away's wings switched into the flying position. Now the way Bombs Away was flying meant he was no longer over-energized… so why was he helping an Autobot? This was so… strange. Especially for Bluestreak, the talkative sniper whose whole home had been destroyed by Decepticons. Leaving him alone…
"Why?" Bluestreak asked as the air whistled passed by them. Bombs Away didn't seem to hear him so Bluestreak grabbed onto Bombs Away's armor. "Why." he demanded. Bombs Away glanced down for a second then focused on his flight.
"Why what?" the green Decepticon replied.
"Just… why? Why 'face with me? Why take me home? Why work so hard to make me overload and not yourself? That's not very Decepticon." Bluestreak only got a chuckle in response.
"I am not Decepticon, I am Rushacon. Is different. Besides, cry of lover is best noise in universe. I believe interface should not be used for weapon, is… wrong. Is why crime. Humans have best term for interfacing, is called making love." Bombs Away smiled and looked blissful as he spoke. Bluestreak wondered if he was still over-energized. Bombs Away made his descent and set Bluestreak down. "Now run along little Autobot. Try not to be getting into trouble." Bombs Away joked and pushed Bluestreak away. Bluestreak blinked back at the green Decepticon who smiled at him before turning to take off.
"That still doesn't explain anything…" Bluestream muttered as he prepared to transform. He looked back at the Russian chuckle.
"Is best not to explain, and just enjoy." the jet took off and flew off, leaving Bluestreak to ponder before driving home.
Everyone asked Bluestreak where he had been, worried for their sniper. He brushed them off, still very deep in thought over what had just happened….