~ Despicable ~
By Ayngel
Characters: Hound, Cliffjumper and Mirage
Universe: G1
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or make any money
*WARNINGS*: Sticky, smutty and NC17. Contains sticky type mech-sex, stalking, voyeurism, oral sex, sexual language and descriptions, and (in chapter 3) masturbation. Additional warning for Mirage being an aft.
Summary: Mirage, a notorious philanderer, decides soon after the Autobots arrive on Earth that he'll have two lovers - Hound and Cliffjumper - for different types of 'satisfaction.' It's unfortunate CJ's besotted and Hound has a partner but ... whoever let stuff like that stand in the way of fun?
Notes: I used not to be a great fan of M&H. I am more so now - but I still can't resist the temptation to make Mirage a kickaft cad, Hound and Mirage/ Cliffjumper and Mirage unspeakably pornographic, and this whole situation an angst-ridden triangle. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I have fun writing!
Chapter 1:
Mirage hovered above the minibot and stroked his cheek, loving the look of pure wanting on Cliffjumper's face. His spike grazed the entrance to the minobot's valve and the tip buzzed pleasantly. Cliffjumper shuddered, making noises of need, reaching up for him, but he pulled back and remained tantalisingly out of reach. "Oh Primus ... please ..." said the minibot, arching his body up so it would make contact with the spike again.
Mirage did not lower his body, but he leaned down and kissed him slowly, pushing his mouth gently with his own and gently biting his lip components. He felt hands grab his arms and dig in with need as the minibot wriggled and moaned, heat rising off him, desperate for the contact. Mirage ran his tongue slowly around the inside of his mouth before allowing it to intertwine with the minibot's, leaning on his elbows and taking Cliffjumper's face in his hands and kissing him deeply and quite aggressively.
As he tasted the minibot deeply, feeling the heat rising from him, he concluded that, as usual, he wanted to frag the minibot rather badly. His long, slender spike was fully extended and very hard, and it throbbed in anticipation. He wanted to go inside him and to feel the nice tight recess close around him, to feel the intense burst of arousal as he gently rubbed against the multitude of pleasure nodes which the minibot seemed to have. His tongue probed deeper, a renewed moan of need from his subject making him want him more. Oh yes – he would be inside him soon.
Energy billowed up through Mirage's circuits as he thought of how the nodes would quiver and how the plate at the end of the minibot's valve which led to his replication circuitry would glow hot, even though the pathway had been severed. Best of all was the way the minibot's own spike invariably came out and stuck hard in his abdomen, throbbing and leaking transmech fluid as he pushed into him. Oh yes. He liked fucking Cliffjumper.
Mirage broke from the kiss and stared sensuously at the minibot, who shuttered his optics and moaned loudly, arching up. Sitting back on his heels, his thighs either side of Cliffjumper's, Mirage reached forward and ran his hands gently down his neck, the smooth metal of his chest plates and teased down the seams, luxuriating in the way the minibot's chest heaved with rapidly cycling intakes and quivered at the touch. He moved his hands slowly down, down, taking in Cliffjumper's pleading optics and seeing his spike extend, all smooth, dark, compact metal. Delighted, he ran a hand lightly down the length of it. Cliffjumper moaned and, forcing his legs apart, grabbed Mirage's other hand, shoving it down in between his legs and to the entrance to his valve.
Mirage felt the dampness of fluid oozing from the minibot's spike on one hand, and felt around the moist valve entrance with the other, feeling a wave of heat and tingles and his own spike stiffening further as his sensors registered just how lubricated the valve was. Delighted, he allowed himself a low growl in anticipation of what was coming. The minibot generally overloaded in sequence. Spike then valve then spike then valve etcetera. But with the state of both his interface apparatus, Mirage was certain he could induce a double overload tonight. His own spike stiffened, tingling. The last time that had happened it had turned him on enough to offline.
The minibot's hips were trying to buck but Mirage still had his thighs pinned. A small hand appeared and grabbed hold of Mirage's spike and began to massage it rigorously as though willing it to be inside. Mirage put one hand over the minibot's and massaged with him, removing his other hand from the minibot's valve and closing it around Cliffjumper's own extension and pumping in unison. The minibot felt down and with his other hand took up feverishly massaging the rim of his valve where Mirage had left off.
They continued as such for a few moments, allowing the mutual energy to build up, the only sounds within the small room being those of very heavy breathing and soft metal rustlings and scrapings, joined with the whir of their fans and increasingly intense moans of pleasure as they drove each other further into buildup.
Mirage shuttered his optics, liking the feel of the minibot's spike as it hardened further alongside his own hardness, excited as he imagined the look on Cliffjumper's face and the gush of fluids when he released. He let go of the minibot's hand on his own spike and, knocking Cliffjumper's other hand gently out of the way, felt down again and deep into his valve, aware of the fingers gripping his own spike. Imagining himself inside, he probed into the far reaches, feeling the nodes prime and gush fluids. Heat washed through him and he ground his hips in anticipation.
And now the buildup began to peak sharply with the sudden intensity which would lead to overload if the situation continued unchecked. Mirage stopped and removed his hands from both of the minibot's components and gently prised Cliffjumper's fingers away from his own spike.
"Oh Mirage don't stop!" the minibot's voice was frantic, his plates gritted, his intakes sounding in thick, lust ladened rasps, his optics wide. He felt around for Mirage's hands, spike, anything again and tried to push his hips up. More fluid oozed from the tip of his own spike.
Mirage took hold of the minibot's wrists firmly, ignoring the feeble struggle which ensued and was soon abandoned, and sat back on his heels, thighs apart, gazing seductively into his optics. His spike rested lightly on the minibot, throbbing. "I'm not stopping," he whispered. "It's just that I want to be fucking you when we overload." His face contorting, the minibot let out an almighty moan and, struggled afresh, thrusting his hips up frantically.
Taking both of Cliffjumper's wrists in one hand and sitting up a little more, Mirage took his spike in his free hand, widened his thighs and started to tickle the entrance to Cliffjumper's valve with the tip, shuttering his optics when a swathe of lubricant gushed, making the tip fizzle. Wriggling into position, he pushed the spike in a short way. The minibot jerked and strained upwards and fought to get his wrists free. "Fuck me, please ..." he whispered.
Every circuit in Mirage tingled with electric excitement. "Hold your spike!" he said, releasing Cliffjumper's hands, his voice thick and raspy. His lover complied, gasping. Mirage paused for a moment, intaking deeply. Then, with a deep moan, he thrust his hips forward and allowed his spike to slide deep into the soaking, pulsing valve, arching hard and throwing his head back.
Oh Primus, howled Cliffjumper, as every pleasure node screamed in unison. Pushing upwards, he thrust his hips so as to be filled to capacity. One hand reached down and feverishly clutched the side of the berth, the other was still clamped around his spike. "Oh - that's – beautiful" he stuttered. "Mirage fuck me, please, fuck me hard ..."
Mirage placed his free hand it on the berth behind him, and, leaning on it, using the leverage to push forward harder, the other hand still grasping the base of his spike. He paused for a moment, spreading his thighs and straining, feeling heat wash through him, enjoying Cliffjumper's frantic need and the desperate contractions of his valve. Then, removing his hand from his spike, he came forward and placed his hands on either side of the minibot's shoulders, propping himself up. Lifting up his body, he used first one knee and then the other to prise the minibot's legs apart, his spike hovering in the valve. "Wrap yourself around me!" he whispered.
Moaning and shaking, his optics wild with anticipation, Cliffjumper complied. Mirage felt the minibot's valve contract hungrily and, glancing down, saw his dark metal spike poking out rigid. A small scatter of sparks issued from the tip. "Please," croaked the minibot, unshuttering his optics and regarding his lover with desperation. His frame gave a violent shudder of need.
From his vantage point above the minibot and inside him, Mirage controlled his excitement and composed himself. He was very, very turned on and he could easily just let go and allowed himself to thrust madly and overload in about four or five strokes. But he wanted it to last longer. Much longer. Wanted to ram the minibot hard for at least a hundred strokes, to feel things build to screaming pitch before the minibot's exquisite double overload. Then he would allow mech fluid and lubricant to spurt everywhere in one glorious Primus almighty mess before he allowed himself the luxury of release.
The minibot's hands were against his chest, squeezing, exploring. His legs clamped around Mirage, his heels scraping the back of his thighs. Mirage no longer wished to wait. Positioning his hands in just the right spot on either side of Cliffjumper's shoulders, he pushed himself up on them, drew back slightly, paused momentarily, and then slammed in hard, energy exploding as the tip of his spike crackled against the replication plate and the shaft ripped against the nodes.
The minibot screamed and Mirage, taken by surprise at the intensity of the sensation cried out himself in a rare moment of abandonment. For a few moments he hovered there, his arousal so great as to be verging on painful. "Oh Cliffjumper," he rasped in a tortured whisper, "you feel amazing ..." and he meant it." The minibot bucked underneath him. "Will you Fuck me, for Primus sake!" he screeched.
Mirage could not have stopped himself from doing just that if he wanted to. With another cry he thrust forward, withdrew, and then slammed in again, and then again, and again, and again, until he set up a steady rhythm. He felt fluid gush, the valve clamp rhythmically, and the hardness of the Minibot's own spike sticking into his pelvic plating. "Hold your spike as I fuck you," he gasped as the thrusts took over and he surrendered himself to them, the urgent need for release taking over. Every circuit on fire, he thrust harder and harder, his strokes becoming faster and more frenetic. He was conscious of the minibot's hand moving feverishly on his own spike as his hips bucked up in time to the thrusts.
The energy was building in them both. Mirage could feel it, and he wanted release now, badly. Need and necessity drove him on faster and harder, the clank and screech of metal striking metal mingling with the sounds of intakes heaving feverishly and fans racing out of control. The berth rocked violently beneath the frenetic activity, something fell and crashed to the floor The pungeant smell of mech fluid and ozone burst forth as Cliffjumper cried out in furious need and Mirage cried out himself, racing onward and onward and closer and closer to ecstatic overload.
Then, it was happening. For both of them. Cliffjumper's intakes degenerated into short sharp gasps and he emitted little high pitched squeaks of ecstasy as all the nodes reached maximum stimulation point. "Come on, that's it, do it for me" rasped Mirage as his circuits began to spasm and his spike went super-rigid in the final moments. Then Cliffjumper was screaming and clutching wildly and his valve was contracting violently and lubricant was flowing liberally around his spike. At the same time, Mirage felt searing hot fluid scorch all up and down his front as transmech fluid from the minibot's own spike came spurting out in three or four forceful showers.
That did it. A violent spasm rocked the Alphamech's body. "Oh yes," he roared, throwing his head back and arching up, energy rising like a roaring tide. He gathered himself, systems screaming, and with one final massive thrust, exploded, mech fluid jetting out of his spike and slamming hard into Cliffjumper, hammering against the replication chamber panel and flooding back out of the minibot's valve, surrounding his spike in a torrent of mixed smexual fluids.
He squirted four or five times, massive spasms jerking his entire frame as he filled the minobot, the energy field exploding up and all around in a blinding screen of piercing white light and Cliffjumper shuddered, whimpering, and offlined underneath him. Heaving, the Universe a haze, Mirage collapsed on top of him.
...
Later, they lay together, the minibot coiled around him, only vaguely online, muttering unintelligible words which Mirage knew were about love and the minibot not being able to do without him and how he could never leave. Mirage didn't mind, although he was pleased he could not hear it. He liked having Cliffjumper around and after the spectacular overloads it was nice to have his warm little frame here like this, but it would not, of course, quite logically, continue if Cliffjumper became too dependent - or if something with greater titillation value occupied his time.
Not that the Tracker was going to have this effect. For, even though Mirage would be fucking him soon too, that would be strictly to fulfil the need for Mirage's own valve overloads which Cliffjumper, being a minibot, was not quite able to achieve the way the Tracker with his obviously spectacular tackle would do.
Stroking Cliffjumper's helm softly, Mirage mused, with considerable satisfaction, how splendidly the Tracker would be filling him soon, although he did not allow himself any arousal in that regard for now. One to fuck and one to be fucked by, he pondered, happily. A perfect combination. Between them, they would fulfill all his needs. The Ark was a much better place than it had been a few weeks ago.
But, he thought, wrapping himself around Cliffjumper, he would continue to cuddle this one in between and after the fucking for the time being. He rather liked him, the Alphamech admitted. He was awfully sweet and very adoring. Hopefully he would keep his emotions at bay. Besides, the Tracker had a bondmate – to whom he would undoubtedly wish to return when he was done with Mirage after similar sessions.
The minibot coiled himself round him lovingly and Mirage drew him in, planting a kiss on his helm. Perfect, he murmured as he shuttered his optics and settled himself comfortably, preparing to offline. In a few breems Cliffjumper would be online, and there would be the familiar tingling of circuits and it would all happen again. In the meantime, he would allow himself some well deserved recharge