A/N: The sticky continuation ^^. And yes, Mirage has a thing for Hound's neck. You all know my disclaimers.


Let me be your strength – chapter 2.


Somehow, during their tender kissing, Hound had ended up being pressed back to the berth by Mirage, who was on top of him, lips connected to his and gently stroking his hologram generator. By no means were his own hands idle though. One was softly running across Mirage's back, softly stroking the spoiler and some sensitive clusters of sensors in the spy's lower back, while the other hand cupped Mirage's helm, pressing their helms together in the ultimate display of affection. With a soft moan, Mirage detached and laid his helm in the juncture of Hounds neck, deeply inhaling the scent that was uniquely Hound. The faint scent of oil overlapped with freshwater and grass. He could inhale the scent forever.

Hound kissed along the top of his lovers helm, encouraging him without words to do what felt comfortable.

Mirage took the hint and pressed soft butterfly kisses on the strong jaw in front of him, working down to the base of the neck where the cabling and the tubing was thicker and laying more kisses there. The blue mech alternated, going from kisses to teasing, kittenish licks and softly scraping his denta up and down the tubing. Hound let out a gasp at the sensations, sensor net coming alive with pleasure.

"You're so handsome, Hound," Mirage whispered to him.

Smirking, Hound whispered back, "And you are gorgeous Raj."

Warm hands came to rest on a smooth plated aft and began to rub slowly in little circles, making sure that the noble would feel prepared and cared for in anticipation of their…activities. "Feel good?" the tracker asked ,and received a nod in return. The green mech took his time with the sensual massage, using his hands to map out the slight curve, the faint seams in the metal of Mirage's aft. Hound felt beyond privileged to be with Mirage. Noble's were finely made, and most didn't ever mingle with the more common mechs of Cybertron and it was forbidden to love a mech or femme who wasn't (in some way) a noble. Hound thanked Primus that Mirage was with him. His rougher hands moved a little higher, returning to the smooth backplates. Mirage's plating was so smooth and clean.

Mirage had continued his little exploration of Hound's neck, which he was convinced was the best place to rest his head in the universe, but had also started on his chestplates, but moaning slightly at the lovely massage that Hound was bestowing on him. Running his fingers across the Jeep grill, the spy trailed his glossa down to a headlight and circled it, eliciting a hiss from his green plated lover.

"Nnngh, now that feels nice," murmured Hound appreciatively.

"I try," Mirage teased softly, already beginning to feel lighter in spark just by the look of love shining out of Hound's optics.

Hound revved his engine, letting the vibrations die out slowly and sending them reverberating through Mirage's frame, causing a chain reaction to send shivers up the spy's back strut. In response, the blue mech licked hard at a headlight, circling it slowly. Sneaky blue hands crept down to where Hound's interface panel rested, before bypassing it and going down to stroke up his thighs instead. Hound let out a garbled fizzle of static at the move before he frowned.

"I can't reach the parts I want to explore properly on you if you are moving down," complained Hound. This was supposed to be about Mirage, not him.

"But I'm having fun down here," smirked Mirage, loving the frustrated expression on the other mechs faceplates.

Hound let out a frustrated sigh and hoisted Mirage up so he was straddling his chestplates. "Wha-?" Mirage yelped, before looking down into the smirking faceplates of his to-be lover.

"Now that's much better," Hound purred, running his hands up and down his thighs. It was Mirage's turn to let out a sigh, but not of frustration, but of content. Hound's hands were nice and warm on his frame, and although they were a little rough in texture, they made Hound feel more tangible and down to Earth, like an anchor. Hound could feel the little sensor nodes in the junctures of Mirage's knees, and he playfully stroked them, making Mirage – unbelievably – giggle.

"S-sorry," Mirage explained, blushing slightly from his un-noble like giggling, "those nodes are ticklish."

Hound just smiled and trailed his hands down further, running his fingers down the strong, taut cables of the spy's calves, before repeating the process on the thighs, trailing his fingers up to the equally taut abdominal cables under the plating. His fingertips brushed several sensor clusters, making Mirage let out little moans of pleasure. Mirage's hands were resting on his chestplates, still playing with the headlights in tender caresses. The tracker let out a sly grin as he heard cooling fans kick on and felt Mirage's codpiece heat up. His own interfacing equipment was begging to be let free, but he ignored the urge, content just to caress and touch Mirage for now.

Mirage reached his hands up and began to explore Hound's faceplates as intricately and tenderly as Hound was caressing his legs and abdomen. It displayed the depth of trust that Hound had in Mirage, for he was letting Mirage trace around his optics, down his nasal ridge, across his lips and around his jaw. The touches were feather light, and as the finger came across his lips again, Hound kissed it.

With a few soft clicks, Mirage trailed his fingers back to his hips to slide open his interface panel, spike housing and valve bared for Hound to see.

Taking in the sight, Hound whistled lowly. "What beautiful circuitry, Raj," he whispered. Mirage's faceplates heated up again at the comment. He had interfaced before, but before this he hadn't for so long, and all his insecurities from when he was untouched came back in front of this mech that he could lower his guard around. "So…it's not weird looking then?"

For the metal around the spike housing and valve was not silvery or grey metal like most mechs. He had been sparked a noble. He had a noble frame. His creators had spared no expense on his frame and they had chosen to give him gold plating for around his spike and valve. His spike was even composed of the golden metal.

Hound shook his head. "No, Raj. Different yes, but never weird or wrong. It's beautiful…you're beautiful." As he said this, his hands had gone from innocent touches to more sensual ones, creeping towards the bared interface equipment.

Mirage let out a long hiss of pleasure as Hound drew a figure eight over the components, teasing the sensitive wiring that lay beneath and peeked out behind the plating. He vented harshly, trying to cool down as Hound moved that same finger over the entrance of his valve, which by now was slicked with lubricant in preparation. Hound looked up at Mirage's wide, pleasured golden optics as he slid the digit, inch by torturously slow inch, into the valve. The green mech couldn't believe how hard the valve was clenching around his finger, as if it was his spike, and soothed with soft tones. "Shh, easy, I know you want me but relax," he whispered.

Mirage nodded and forced himself to relax. It was difficult, but manageable, especially since he hadn't touched his valve in a while. He relaxed his valve walls, and was rewarded with Hound manipulating his finger within his valve, rubbing softly along the sensitive walls and brushing against the many sensor nodes nestled within the warm wetness.

With a gasping sigh, Mirage tiled his helm back towards the ceiling, letting the pleasurable sensations wash over him in their entirety.

Seeing Mirage relax and begin to truly enjoy his ministrations, Hound grinned and shimmied down on the berth so that his mouth was directly under Mirage's valve and opened his mouth to catch the small droplets of lubricant that were leaking out with each thrust of his finger. The taste was electrically tangy, but not bitterly so, and was just so Mirage. With a low moan, Mirage pitched forward to put his hands above Hound helm, grinding down onto the finger. He gasped again Hound leaned up to kiss the sensor bud at the top of the valve.

"Hound, please!" Mirage begged.

Sliding another finger in and spreading them as far as they could go, the tracker was satisfied with the low keen falling from the noble's lips. The delicious friction between his fingers and valve walls caused Hound to groan at the sensations at his fingertips. He lapped at the entrance to the valve where his fingers were pushing in and out, preparing a keening Mirage for something much bigger and more satisfying than those fingers.

With a hum, Hound withdrew his fingers, and moved back up so that his lover was straddling his hips now, lubricant dripping onto his painfully closed panel.

Their optics sought each other, sapphire to gold. They held the gaze as Hound let his panel slide open and his spike come free, engorging itself to stand straight in the air, brushing up against Mirage's splayed thighs. Hound didn't thrust up straight away. He wanted Mirage to control their first spike to valve contact and he settled back into the berth more, smiling encouragingly at the noble.

Reaching his hands down, Mirage glanced down to the well-proportioned, thick spike. The flared tip had a bead of fluid slowly tricking down the length, and Mirage leaned down to circle the slit in the tip with his thumb, making Hound groan, and slowly pumped the spike a few times, marvelling in the feel, the size and the shape. Rising up on his knees and holding the spike steady, Mirage refocused his gaze on the other mechs, and sank down upon the spike just as slowly as Hound had penetrated him earlier with his finger.

They both moaned at the intimate contact, and as Mirage sank down so that the spike was fully seated in his valve, Hound breathed out, "Oh Raj, I love you."

Mirage smiled happily at Hound, enjoying the feeling of being loved and not having to always have to remain stoic and emotionally guarded all the time. With Hound, he could just be. They rocked their hips in tandem, setting up an easy rhythm, causing Mirage to lean down so that his helm was once again buried in the crook of Hound's neck. Their bodies rubbed together, and there was the sound of cooling vents and the slight clang of metal as their hips met with each gentle rocking thrust, accompanied with the sound of Hound's spike sliding in and out of Mirage's slick, wanting valve.

Ducking his head lightly, Hound drew Mirage into another kiss, feeling for his hands and grasping the cool blue hands with his own black ones. They were now almost completely connected: by their interfacing equipment, lips, hands and frames, all moving as one in one delicious session of interfacing.

They moaned and keened into their shared kiss, glossae caressing as Hound's easy, slow, even thrusts triggered pleasurable data in Mirage's clenching valve. Their systems were slowly working up to overload, bit by bit, and the heat in their frames was rising. Lubricant began to spatter over their pelvic plating with every out thrust of the spike into that golden coloured valve. Hound was the first to break off and give a guttural groan while rocking his hips in deeper, loving the tightness around his spike. It was so perfect, it was feeling so right to be connected to Mirage like this. His stopped mid-rock and swivelled his hips, before continuing, getting a whimper from Mirage, who's faceplates were now stained pink with 'blushing' energon. Mirage's optics were half-lidded, and he was panting and whining into the cabling of his neck.

The spy was lost in the building pleasure. Any deeper and the spike would hit his sweet spot at the top of his valve, and it would make him come as soon as it was hit. Hound's spike was stretching him, but it was relaxed and enjoyable, not painful in any way, and it made Mirage fantasize of interfacing with Hound next time, imagining the spike being not so gentle and pounding into him. He shivered in pleasure at the thought and grinded down harder.

"Hound…I…I love you too," Mirage panted.

Hound's optics widened and his hips jerked up faster then he wanted them to, hitting Mirage's sweet spot dead on.

"Ah! HOUND! NNNgggggghhhhhhh," Mirage keened, trembling in overload, clutching at Hound's hands desperately with his own. His overload triggered Hound own, as the tracker cried out, "Oh yes Mirage…!"

Hound's spike released the transfluid in three spurts, making the tight channel even more slick and hot than it was. He thrashed his helm slightly and Mirage nuzzled into his neck cables, soothing his reaction. They cooled down from the high, fans working hard and themselves panting to release spurts of hot air. Mirage was content to keep laying on his lover, keeping the now limp spike within his sated valve. Finally disentangling their hands, Hound placed a chaste kiss on Mirage's mouth and ran his hands back over the spy's back in the same soothing motions he had employed before.

"You really let go," he whispered.

"You told me you would be my strength. I trust you like no other Hound. No other mech will ever see me like this but you," said Mirage, shuttering his optics contentedly.

"I will be your strength. I want to give you the world, the universe! Raj. I want to give you everything…I don't know how I love you or why, or why it is so strong that I say this, but I do. I…one day, if we our relationship continues to be as good as it is now…I want to bond with you…and if you and Primus willing, have us a sparkling or two," Hound said, hoping that Mirage wouldn't reject the idea. After all, to be talking of such serious things after their first interface together…

"Promise?"

Mirage's optics were back to full light now, staring at him with golden determination, and a touch of fear (Hound imagined it was his same fear of being rejected).

"I promise."

They sealed it with another tender, passionate kiss.


A/N: Hope you like! I can't believe how long I stretched this on for! Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW, I want to see if I did the whole 'tender sex' thing right. By the way…I might make a third chapter for this! *Baby/Sparkling makes three ;)*