Sorry all, everythings been busy and it's my fault Shadow and I haven't gotten anything more up. He actually just reminded me that we have a couple of chapters ready to go, and everything. Hopefully as soon as the school year ends a little more time can go to feeding our hellish muses chocolate and caffiene.
Wildrider and Drag Strip were plotting... Dead End didn't like it, out here in the hall-way with Prowl. This was the second time he'd coaxed Prowl from the safety of the Autobot's room, and currently, well... Dead End didn't think they would make it to Prowl's room... or even to his own. And that was something which had never fully been decided... Would Dead End even be able to extend his room's protection to Prowl, as a guest? The Porsche doubted it, but then, he doubted everything. And... he couldn't really blame his brothers...
~He's been here two days, and we've only tasted him once,~ Drag Strip was saying. A snarl came down the bond from Motormaster, and the racecar's next words were audible, though not very. "I'm just saying, what's the point of having an Autobot if we're just letting him HIDE all the time...?"
"Autobot, Autobot, of course you want Kitty... I just want my brother, 'End, I've MISSED you. You'd finally stopped hiding, and you know how much you enjoyed it when you did, and now you're helping Kitty-cat keep away from us..." Despite Wildrider's seeming glee, there was hurt there too. He felt better, more stable, when all his brothers were around... it was better when they were close, and best when they were all in a pile, with Menasor just barely tying them... oh, that was perfect.
Even though he was partially hidden behind Dead End the autobot tactician spoke up at being called kitten. "I am not a fragging kitten you idiotic decepticon!" If he was called kitten one more time… Snarling at the area where he thought the voices were coming from Prowl tightened the grip he had on Dead End's arm, having been led by the red and black mech. 'End was the only one he felt remotely safe with at that point, waking up to being cuddled by him… it had just ruined any fear for some odd reason. "Why the slag do you call me that any way? I am NOT in any way, shape, or form a feline!"
Drag Strip grinned at Prowl's heated defensiveness and attempted glare. "A little more to the right, you're glaring at Wild's shoulder right now. And he thinks you look like a kitten... Unmaker knows why, he IS insane, you know."
"Shh, shh, it's not worth it, Prowl... We just can't shorten your name, and Wild' thought you needed nickname..." He didn't FEEL like interfacing with Wildrider right now, he'd rather Breakdown it if came to it... at least the Lamborghini was predictable! Dead End tried to keep Prowl moving, but Drag Strip foiled that easily, coming up and prying one of the Autobot's hands from the red armor.
Prowl actually lived up to the nick name he'd been given, hissing and growling before he attacked. The mech under him hadn't expected it and was easily pinned down with a small amount of fumbling. "Don't you DARE hurt him!" He didn't know who he'd pinned but the fact was that he wanted to protect Dead End… and kill that stupid fragging nickname. "I am not your kitten! I am not your kitty-cat! and I sure as slag wont let yo–" Prowl growled again as he was cut off by rough hands and being forced to stand again, wings twitching as he tried to fight back again.
With his own growl, Drag Strip pulled Prowl off him, turning him around to face towards Wildrider. "Wrong. Mech. Kitty. If you want to help 'End, go after Wild'... you're facing right towards him and he hasn't reached 'End yet. Go on then, go for it... Maybe he'll change his mind and take you instead... And 'End would prefer me, wouldn't you, 'End?"
Fear... was very near to an aphrodisiac to Dead End after knowing it for so long. And he really had no idea how to handle anyone defending him... and Prowl had no reason, wasn't a brother, wasn't going to ask for anything from him later... "P... prowl, just... Let 'Strip... I can handle Wild', he's just unpredictable. I... it's okay."
"Aah... so you HAVE missed me, 'End... so good to know, so good... Why would I be unpredictable, the three of you are there, that's four of..." Wildrider cut off suddenly with a confused look on his face.
"Slagging little!..." At Dead End's words something clicked in Prowl, a thought and plan forming… They wanted him to act like they did right? He wouldn't force anyone… but primus be damned if they thought he wouldn't fight back! turning to Drag Strip the autobot snarled and attacked him again… but this time it was different, this time his hands roamed across the armor they could reach and his mouth latched itself to Drag Strip's neck. Prowl trusted Dead End to know what he was doing… and if not he was listening and would jump up if needed to help!
Drag Strip gave a cry and fell back against the wall, already moaning from the completely unexpected touches. There was NOTHING to aid him in anticipating Prowl's actions, he couldn't even feel hints as to his emotional state... There were only the hands, the mouth, oh... "Up, Kitten, up... the wheels on my shoulders...!" It was a victory of sorts, the hot Autobot doing what he wished with him...
For a moment, Dead End was surprised by Prowl's actions, his apparent reversal... The Autobot could take care of himself, that was one of the reasons the gestalt had wanted him so badly. And so, shaking, he turned his processor away from Prowl, and walked into Wildrider's arms. The Ferrari was, after all, acting far more stable, just like he had pointed out, and Dead End, in his own way, longed for the touch of one of his true brothers.
"Oh? These?" Prowl felt his way up, grasping a wheel in hand and then ripping down in one smooth motion. He expected to be pushed away, pushed down and punished… but he didn't expect the gasping moan that he got instead, hands grabbing him and pulling him even closer. "Fragger!" The tactician snarled, going back to causing pleasure… right before he stopped and wrenched away, hitting the wall with a startling jarring feeling. His wings screamed in protest and flattened but where ignored in favor of his audios as he listened for Dead End.
"Mm, Wild'... you're so calm, why are you so calm... I don't like when you, ooh..." Dead End was whimpering, mostly meaningless sounds, already forced against a wall by his brother.
"Shut UP, 'End...! Just shut up and enjoy, you know you do...!" Wildrider snarled, backhanding the Porsche. A moment later he was mumbling incoherent apologies, petting the red armor and licking the faceplates he'd struck. "I told you, I told you, there's so many of us around, I almost feel like I can think again..."
Optics flickering, Drag Strip leaned against the wall, energon trickling from the wheel Prowl had yanked. Unexpected, that... "Kitty...? Prowl... Why...?" Why had he pulled away... and he looked so pretty against the wall, door-wings out... as enticing as Breakdown had ever made Dead End look!
"You need to ask… I refuse to truly force myself on you…" In reality he was looking for his boundaries, testing the inner fences that kept him trapped and near helpless… Prowl growled when he heard Dead End being hit, about to stomp over and attack who ever was hurting the only one he trusted at that point. "Slagging pit thinking bastard…"
"HA! Ha, you're a funny one, Kitty! Here I was, all set to force YOU, and you won't return the favor? Of course, we have an advantage, don't we..." Drag Strip's mirth passed as quickly as it had come, and he thought for a moment, voluntarily seeking out Wildrider and Dead End's presences in the gestalt. Exactly like he thought, they both wanted a good 'facing, even Dead End, though he acted like he didn't. They were just so used to KNOWING that they forgot to consciously look... "Well, if that's what you need to hear, Prowl... I want you, and if asking means you'll come over here and 'face me willingly... Come here, Prowl... Take me. Please."
Slowly entwining about each other, Dead End and Wildrider paused their handling at Drag Strip's brush against their bond, and then turned to watch. Drag Strip was obsessed with victory, winning at any cost, and it was rare to hear the yellow mech beg. He said it made him sound like a looser. And yet he had, in a manner, and now they wanted to see what Prowl would do.
"I'm not Kitty!" Prowl snarled, stepping forward to reach out and try to rip into a wheel again, having heard a soft moan from Dead End as a cue that he was fine… "WHY must you call me that ridiculous name? I am nothing like a feline!" Even as he hissed and spit… and in all actuality lived up to the nick name the autobot was ripping into Drag Strip with a new vigor. The decepticon wanted to be taken? Then he'd start it… but was sure that Drag Strip would take control.
Drag Strip dropped, his legs refusing to hold him as the Autobot pleasured him with pain. Wildrider moaned at the sight, and then looked at Dead End with a dangerous grin, one that made the Porsche whimper and arch into him. As his brothers began to seek their pleasure, it stormed into the yellow mech, the bond already opened a little wider from his earlier check on their feelings, and by proximity. "Because of your reaction... it brings your spirit up, makes you angry and breaks that facade you HIDE behind...!" Drag Strip ran his hand up Prowl's back, between the beautiful door-wings, nipping at the black and white armor.
Now THAT made him mad! "I have never hidden behind a façade!" Prowl hissed, finding it almost scary how he was being so… angry. He'd never had such a temper before, no that wasn't true… he'd never let his temper OUT before and now that he was… it was making his spark jump in its casing non-stop. "Slagging decepticons… I'll show you hiding!" Fingers hooking around a wheel Prowl ripped it off with one swift motion, tearing through armor with ease.
"Yes you have," Dead End objected, his voice quiet but certain. Wildrider took exception, Dead End should be focusing on HIM, not the Autobot kitten... He kissed the red and black mech forcefully, driving his digits deep into seams until Dead End cried out and stroked his seams. Satisfied that he had the Porsche's attention again, Wildrider went back to watching Drag Strip scream under the kitten.
It was a kind of victory, wasn't it? Watching the logical Autobot loose all restraint? Drag Strip was, to his own surprise, loosing interest in whether he was winning or not... "Like that, Prowl! Show me hiding, yes! Tear into me, make me feel good!" He didn't care, he wanted to feel those wings under his hands... and so Drag Strip did just that, running a hand up one of the gorgeous wings.
"I have not!" Prowls second yell was half a whimper, from the hand on his wing and also the fact that he knew they were right… but he'd been hiding for so long… so long that he'd forgotten, forgotten that his logic was a escape and was a barrier that wouldn't be brought down easy! "Slag you!" With another curse the autobot tactician moved, movements slowing as his rage abated. Causing pain wasn't as fun for him as he was trying to act, in fact he normally only did it when seriously stressed or begged… and the fact that he was, was enough to show his mental stability.
"Slag me... Slag me, make me feel... Kitty!" Drag Strip purred, hissing the nickname. Prowl wanted to go slower, just fine, right now the yellow mech didn't really care. As long as Prowl was acting on desire, not logic... as long as the Autobot kept making him FEEL good... So good... "Kiss me?"
"Wild'... Wild', PLEASE... oh, touch me, touch me please... Prowl, under his left... left thigh... wires, soldered... Scream, make him... WILDRIDER!" Dead End howled the last word, arching up as Wildrider, in distinct opposition to his wishes, began to barely ghost his hands over the Porsche.
Wires, soldered… Prowl's hand yanked itself down of its own accord and gouged the mentioned spot with a cruelty that… was REALLY unlike the autobot's normal self. There was just too much need in the voice that was giving the begged order so nicely. Energon dripped from his fingers as Prowl moved yet again, exploring in a needful frenzy as well as the growing lust in his spark. "I'm not a Kitten! I'm not!"
Red fingers dug at black chestplates, Wildrider snapping at his brother. "Open up, 'End... I'm not Break', I don't want to make you... Open..." He purred as the plates began moving, slowly, very slowly. Dead End associated vulnerability with agony, from too many times being Breakdown's favorite... or worse, Motormaster's. They were, in their owe way, working to overcome that, and so Wildrider soothed as Dead End opened, still snapping and biting neck cabling, but rubbing the plating gently.
"More like... a pit-cat... PROWL...! Unicron smelt you, KISS m..." Drag Strip's pleading died into a gasp as he arched up, seeking more contact with the Autobot as his spark began pulsing hungrily. He could hear Dead End opening... he could FEEL it, by the Unmaker, the bond had never been this open without rousing Menasor before... and the overmind was showing no signs whatsoever of waking.
Pit-cat? he could almost live with that… the autobot scrambled against Drag Strip to kiss him, moaning and growling from his spark pulsing in agreement with Drag Strip's. The kiss they shared was violent and rushed, bodies and glossas clashing in a battle for dominance. It was still a surprise to Prowl when he won, hands roaming again before he ripped off the other wheel that seemed to be taunting him with its feel against his fingers.
"Prowl... Unmaker, PROWL..." It was such a rush, the Autobot tearing into him, ripping, hands moving intimately over his body, touching him as freely as any of his brothers had a right to. ~He has to earn his optics back... He has to see us in the need he creates!~ Using the bond for that was completely involuntary, it was simply an observation Drag Strip needed to share as his hands moved against Prowl as freely as the tactician's moved on him. "Are you going to take me or not!"
Wildrider delved gently into Dead End, seeking his pleasured screams. They would sound so GOOD, mixing with Drag Strip's cries, with the kitty, the pit-cat's growls and hisses. Dead End always gave his screams so eagerly, he was so hungry for pleasure... "I'll take you... when Kitty takes 'Strip. Do you think they'll scream? We will, I know, you always feel so good... so EAGER, 'End..."
Snapping down at Drag Stirp's neck Prowl keened, hesitating before he reached up to pull the decepticons chest plates apart. He hadn't been in charge in… well it seemed like ever! "I'm not a Kitty…" The autobot moaned weakly, pulling from Drag Strip to unlatch his own plates. "And I'll make you scream like they want!"
"Look at it, LOOK at it, 'End... Dead End, look, they are gorgeous..." Wildrider moaned, mimicking Prowl and unlatching himself.
Dead End was in no position to look. He was far too busy bucking and writhing in pleasure, begging brokenly. "Wild'... Wild', please, they are, they're beautiful, Wild' please, I need you..." The black mech was unmoved, and so Dead End turned to the one mech who might change his brother's processor. "PROWL... mercy, PLEASE...! Take him, take him so Wild' will... PROWL...!"
Drag Strip moaned, arching up, trying to tempt the blind mech with the sight. One hand reached for the Autobot's spark, but it stopped short. He wasn't in charge this time. "Beautiful... as pretty as any fiery feline from the pits... Oh, lovely... please! Make us scream..."
The begging was all it took before Prowl was slamming himself down, spark pressing into the decepticon's as he hissed and shrieked. He wasn't what they said he was… most certainly not beautiful or pretty! "Drag… Drag Strip! Dead End… Wildrider…" Was he whimpering or was that Drag Strip? It must have been him… and Prowl was soon struggling to hold back the overload that was threatening to make him lose what little control he had left.
The three gestalt-mates screamed pleasure as four sparks connected in two pairs. Pleasure zinged over them, and it became absolutely impossible to tell by voice alone who was begging whom for what. Drag Strip and Dead End were the most vocal, both of them screaming and begging Wildrider and Prowl for completion. Wildrider himself was praising Prowl, though still calling him Kitty, and complimenting Dead End for his eager acquiescence. And Drag Strip quite suddenly couldn't take any more, it was too sweet having the gorgeous Autobot above him, pressing hungrily into him, and he overloaded with a painful flair.
Prowls limbs failed on him as he followed the decepticons into overload, too many sensations yet again flashing through his systems. Three different sets of feelings had flashed through the connection instead of one and Prowl's processor couldn't handle it. "Dra' Stri'… Wil'… Dead… unmmm…" And apparently he couldn't talk, too much was hitting his processor… including the fact that not only had he just interfaced with Drag Strip willingly he'd TAKEN CHARGE of it. The plan he'd thought he had was gone, disintegrated into nothingness and a mere ghost of its former self.
Wildrider kissed Dead End one last time before pulling away and closing their chest-plates. "Don't be such a stranger any more, Kitty... We miss you, you know." Reaching over and stroking Prowl, the black and red mech stood, walking away.
"One word of advice, though..." Drag Strip murmured, not at all ready to dislodge Prowl. "You could try that stunt on Break', maybe, but don't you EVER try that on Motormaster."
Dead End, snuggling up beside the two mechs, gave a violent shudder at the thought. "No, no... Don't ever do that, Prowl... never, never..." His strokes were more to comfort himself than anything, and Drag Strip tiredly reached out and caressed his red brother soothingly.
"I'm no' stupid…" Prowl growled but then pulled away slightly, "I'm not a stranger either! I'm, Prowl, PROWL and I just like being in my room!" Maybe that would get them to use his real name and not some weird one… he wasn't a kitty! At least that what he tried to tell himself, starting to get used to being called by that horrible name… and it didn't help that his panic was returning full force.
Automatically tightening his hold, Drag Strip tried to keep Prowl where he was. He wanted to cuddle more, and if Prowl left, Dead End would go with him! "But we MISS you, miss seeing you, want you around to talk to... We want to get to know you, Kitty! And I dare say, even if it is safe, Dead End's the only one you'll allowed in your room, isn't he?"
Dead End purred, or something like it, taking advantage of Drag Strip's presence... he hadn't realized how badly he was coming to miss his brothers. It was something new, something he was sure wouldn't have happened if Motormaster hadn't changed.
"Why would you want to talk to me?" Prowl blurted, whimpering into the cuddle as he twisted and moved. He was panicking more, hands clasping themselves on whatever armor was in reach. "There's nothing to get to know about me… trust me I should KNOW." Having to lie kept away the fear for the moment as the autobot wanted to lie about that particular fact… and anything else that dealt with his hidden past.
~Fear.~ The word resounded through the bond, and Breakdown was the one who answered it. ~I'll answer it. 'End, you'll know when he's ready...~ Dead End whimpered a little at the tone his white brother used, but he was right. He was likely the one who would know best...
"Okay... your past, you'd know if anything happened in it." Drag Strip didn't really understand the 'conversation' his two mates had shared, but it was okay, he didn't need to. "We just... my brothers, we all know each other... And you're... well, but it's okay. Relax, Kitty... Pit-cat." The yellow mech stretched, petting Prowl much the same way he had stroked Dead End earlier.
"I'm not…" With a sigh Prowl gave up his protests temporarily, he was relaxing… his fear not quite gone but at least fading to a point at the same time he shivered. "So you know each other… you should, it'd be stupid not to." Jealousy seeped through the autobot's words and he cringed when he heard it. Why couldn't it have been one of the others holding him? One of his trusted team members? But then… he WAS quite comfortable, growing used to everything far quicker then he should have.
"Want to know you," Dead End murmured, kissing Prowl. "And we don't know each other because it would be stupid not to... We're gestalt. You know what that is? You've even met Menasor..." It was just babbling talk, something to say... something to start getting the Autobot used to the half-formed idea that was bouncing through the link.
Snorting Prowl hid his annoyance and depression with sarcasm… again. "Duh?" It was a light tease that time as he wrapped an arm around Dead Ends waist, having grown used to the stunticon cuddling in recharge. "And you don't want to know me, it makes no sense to even want to." It really didn't… the tactician was mean, rude, snarking and snapping at everything even as they were so… NICE to him…
Drag Strip was quite content to stay where he was and pet the two mechs. They would be plenty safe for a while yet... "We didn't want to know each other at first... Well, don't worry. You're a good 'facer, a good blanket, and good to cuddle. That's enough for me!"
Mewling softly, Dead End allowed Prowl to pin him there. A shriek from Motormaster's room served quite well as notification Breakdown's location... Wildrider was probably with them, but Dead End didn't feel any jealousy, HE wasn't the weirdly insatiable one like Wildrider could be. "Very good to cuddle..."
If only he could blush… Prowl would have been ruby, bright in embarrassment! "So that makes ME what you want? … hmpth, sure if you say so…" Hiding his face the autobot ignored the way his spark constricted in its casing. He wanted to believe… wanted to trust… but a long hidden voice was already peeking up, reminding him of before… they were trying to trick him… just like before! "I… Jazz says my wings get in the way…" Primus when was the last time he'd been this far from control of himself… and then he struggled to regain the organization he'd grown to love.
"Like your wings... they splay all over me... it... makes me feel... safe," Dead End answered.
"Jazz is safe with Soundwave, by the way. You'll be able to visit him eventually, even we don't spend all our time in our gestalt-quarters. But of course, the rest of the base has its own rules..." Drag Strip kissed Prowl lightly, and then grinned, "Look, 'End's going into recharge... Isn't it cute, Pit-cat?"
Mmm? Oh yes, quite cute." Jazz… Jazz was… Soundwave's? oh that made so much sense… Prowl knew all to well that those two would match… they were just too much like opposites as he and Jazz were… and Soundwave had a problem with his voice… but there were worse things that could have happened!
"Go on, go ahead... relax. If 'End's going, it's perfectly safe." Drag Strip didn't admit it, but he was nearly out as well. Well, and so what if Prowl did wander around alone? It didn't matter, and so Drag Strip let himself drop to recharge, arms around the other two mechs.
What they thought he was going to leave? But how… WHY? Prowl was comfortable! He didn't want to leave, nestled under warmth that was so comforting… He was tired, with more then one mech technically in the merge there was no helping it… not while he was at such a low power level anyway. "Hmmm… whatever…"