Art of the Match 2: First Kiss
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Six orns later saw Bluestreak waiting for the twins' arrival, nearly bouncing with excitement. He had polished up to nearly the party's level of shine, and had a shadow in the form of one of the servants that had watched him as a sparkling and youngling. Though Raspel was a commoner, and not even the ranking one in their House, or even this estate, he had the insignia of an educator-chaperone emblazoned on his chest. It meant that where his charge was concerned, he ranked equal with Bluestreak's creators. He could give Bluestreak orders, and order others away. He was also very familiar with the mechling, and well used to his excitement and curiosity. The family trusted him to know the limits of what Bluestreak could explore, when to let him indulge and when to reign him back in.
"They're here!" Bluestreak called, spotting the red and yellow frames through a window as they drove up to the tower and transformed to ride a lift to Bluestreak's level.
"Indeed they are," Raspel nodded. "Punctual."
Bluestreak barely managed to contain himself to a proper level as another servant called for him. He also managed to keep it to a walk as he went to the main entry hall, wings waving in greeting as soon as he saw the two.
"Hey there, pretty Blue," Sideswipe grinned and waved at him. "Ready to go?"
"Hi Sunstreaker, Sideswipe," Bluestreak grinned and practically bounced over. "I've been ready to go. The servants will probably be glad to have me out of their servos for a bit!" He giggled at that, field reaching out to touch the twins' fields. Sideswipe's was warm and playful in return, Sunstreaker's far more guarded but not rejecting.
"Good," Sideswipe offered his hand to the young mechling to walk him to the transport waiting for them in the tower's shuttle bay.
Bluestreak took his hand, moving as close as politeness would allow. His field was full of playful eagerness, and his grin could have lit up the room. "Which section of the market are we going to first?"
"Artisan's quarter," Sunstreaker said gruffly, though there was a touch of real excitement there as they boarded the twin's shuttle.
"So I'll get to see you in your element," Bluestreak teased the yellow twin lightly as he settled into his seat.
"The social aspect of it," Sideswipe agreed with a teasing grin for his brother.
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The twins took Bluestreak out several more times each decaorn, to places around Praxus and Crystal City. Each time the mechling was just as excited to see them. He flirted with Sideswipe, though careful to keep it in the acceptable range under Raspel's supervision. He also refused to leave out the quieter twin, trying to engage him on a friendly, less overt level. Despite how society treated them, it was quite clear that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were very different mechs and despite their order of separation, Sideswipe was the decision maker of them. Though the one time Sunstreaker wanted something, in this case where they were going to eat dinner, he won with little more than a sharp look.
It was a strange arrangement of personalities, the three of them, but Bluestreak could feel that they meshed well. Sunstreaker may have drawn his attention by looks, but the yellow artist was everything he wanted in his bonded. He acted gruff, but he cared deeply, and most important of all, he was willing, even eager, to let his subordinates do much of the choosing.
The silver mechling couldn't have been happier with his suitors. His creators and brother also seemed to be accepting the potential match more as time went by. Each date showed their interest was real, greater than any they had shown before, and their willingness to behave while chaperoned eased Solarflare and Blueshine's worries for how their creation would be treated.
It all had led up to this orn, his first date without a chaperon. It was just a walk through the Helix Gardens, but he would finally have the twins all alone.
Which meant the three of them could be more relaxed with each other, allowing things to flow more naturally. Bluestreak held the red twin's hand as they walked, their arms swinging in time with their gait. "I always love coming here. It's so beautiful, and it's never exactly the same," he was saying.
"The crystals grow, splinter, absorb minerals and gasses that change their composition and harmonics," Sunstreaker immediately went to his safe zone with the technical reasons.
"It's like nothing else on Cybertron," Sideswipe agreed.
"I have my own little garden back home that I play with," Bluestreak added. "It's fun to see what different combinations result in. But it's nothing like what happens here. Here they have room to grow and become truly amazing."
"They've been doing it since Praxus was first founded too. Helix was created before the first towers were finished," Sunstreaker said with a much softer voice than usual, something bordering on awe in it. "It's the single longest running and best funded crystal research project in history. There will never be anything like it again."
"I'm glad we have it," Bluestreak murmured, field reaching out to Sunstreaker's.
"Yes." The yellow mech's field meshed with his with a bit of encouragement from Sideswipe.
The red mech stepped back a touch and drew the pair together. "That's more like it." He leaned forward and slid an arm around each shoulder. "I want my two favorite mechs close."
Bluestreak giggled quietly at that, wings fluttering. Then, in what would be a shockingly bold move for most second creations, he reached up to place a quick kiss on Sunstreaker's cheek before looking at Sideswipe. "Hey, how much of the gardens have you two explored?"
His words were all but overshadowed by the hard rev of the red twin's engine and the sudden flare of ... interest? ... in Sunstreaker's.
"All the main paths, a few secondary," Sideswipe rumbled, arousal beginning to build in him. "Know any really good spots?"
"Oh yeah," Bluestreak grinned at them, wings perking up. "There's a lot of little hidden spots." His field licked at theirs, a mix of curiosity and arousal that only an untouched mecha had. He led the two suitors to a niche well off the known paths, where the crystals would muffle noise, rather than amplify it.
Sideswipe was the first to move, pulling Bluestreak against him and kissing him soundly, though he kept it chaste despite his revving engines. The silver mechling made a pleased noise as he returned the kiss, inexperienced but eager and felt himself rewarded by a spike in Sideswipe's field, but also one in Sunstreaker's.
"You two do look good together," the yellow twin rumbled, his optics bright and locked on the pair.
"Too bad we have to stop at that," Sideswipe was trying not to pant as he drew away from the kiss. "You are hot."
"I wish we could do more too," Bluestreak said sadly, pulling away from the red twin, only to approach Sunstreaker. He wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling the yellow mech into a kiss. Despite how startled he was, Sunstreaker slid his arms around Bluestreak and kissed him back, hot and hungry, but just as chaste.
When it finally ended Sunstreaker was panting hard through his helm and side vents and his hands had moved to sink fingers between the gaps in Bluestreak's armor.
"Very hot," Sunstreaker agreed with his brother.
"You can watch, if you want," Sideswipe slipped behind Sunstreaker and slid his arms around his brother as he drew them down to sit on a bench. "Touch. Touching can't be traced."
"Want to," Bluestreak admitted, pressing close as he felt Sunstreaker moan. "I want to learn what touching, what kissing can do." His hands slid from Sunstreaker's neck to stroke down his chest, exploring. His optics were bright as he took in the sight of the two of them, his field betraying just how much he wanted what little they could do together.
Sunstreaker moaned as Sideswipe nibbled on his neck. "Really want your first overload out here?" He pressed into the hands caressing him.
"Aren't the gardens often used to hide lovers in romance stories?" Bluestreak grinned, fluttering his wings at them. His fingers dug into seams along the outside of Sunstreaker's chest, wiggling under at the wires and cables there. The yellow noble shivered and moaned into Sideswipe's mouth as his brother claimed a heated kiss.
"Yes, they are," Sideswipe grinned at the Praxian when he let his brother's mouth go. "He's quite the romantic, though he'll deny it." One hand reached to stroke the forward side of those fluttering sensor wings, while the other teased his brother's hip. "He also loves being in the middle, something else he'll deny."
"Oh good, 'cause I've always liked those stories-" Bluestreak gasped at the touch, pressing into it. Arousal flared, and he leaned forward to capture Sunstreaker's lips in a demanding kiss that was returned eagerly, but with little demand. His hands clutched at yellow sides, trying to pull the twin in the middle closer. It was a motion that Sunstreaker willing went with as his hands finally found themselves responding to the desire. One lifted to stroke Bluestreak's sensor wing while the other found the young noble's hip to stroke and tease.
Bluestreak rumbled happily at the touch. "So good," he nipped at Sunstreaker's mouth. "Keep going." His face tilted, silently demanding a kiss from the red twin that was given with an eagerness that matched everything else he did.
"Demanding little creature," Sunstreaker rumbled as arousal built to the point he became less concerned about who and focused on the what. His fingers began to press into breaks in Bluestreak's decorative armor while he tilted his helm and nibbled on the Praxian's neck cables.
Bluestreak giggled before gasping into the kiss. His engine revved at Sunstreaker's touches, one hand sliding down to explore the yellow twin's hip joint. The other hand reached for Sideswipe, exploring what he could of red plating around the mech between them.
"Just like you like them," Sideswipe purred against Sunstreaker's neck as the yellow twin moaned and pressed into the contact from both sides. Without warning, Sunstreaker's spike cover slid open and it began to extend.
Bluestreak made a curious noise and pulled back so he could look down. The hand already at Sunstreaker's hip moved in to touch the spike curiously, tracing around the base before moving to the golden length itself.
Sunstreaker shuddered and arched slightly with a deep, chassis-deep moan while his brother looked down over his shoulder.
"He does like you," Sideswipe grinned. "That almost never comes out during tactile, much less that quick." He returned to nibble on Sunstreaker's neck. "I bet if he lifts his hips, he's already slick."
"Good, because I like the two of you," Bluestreak purred. He wrapped his hand around the spike and stroked, experimenting to see what would give him the best reactions. His other hand left Sideswipe in order to reach down and feel below the spike for himself. Sunstreaker shivered and moaned, his hips rocking into the touch and he leaned back, resting his weight against Sideswipe so he could expose his valve opening, the platelets already glistening with lubricant.
Bluestreak scooted back further so he could lean in closer and watch. The one hand continued to stroke the golden spike while the other explored the platelets around Sunstreaker's valve before sinking one digit in between them. The yellow mech bucked unto the contact, but keened in pleasure at the penetration.
"He likes his valve filled," Sideswipe purred, his optics bright with arousal as he watched something he wasn't sure he'd ever get to witness. "Your entire hand couldn't hurt him."
"Yes, more," Sunstreaker moaned, trembling at the not-nearly-enough stimulation. His optics were off as his helm fell back to his brother's shoulder, accepting the safety the red mech represented as well as the promise of being sated if their new lover didn't manage.
Bluestreak purred at that, adding two more fingers and spreading them, pulling back only to plunge them in again and feeling for the sensors in the valve's lining as it squeezed at his fingers, rippling as mechanisms beyond it shifted and cycled to bring pleasure to a spike that wasn't there. "He looks and sounds so good," the silver mechling said. "Nothing like the training equipment." Those had been lifeless, unresponsive. But this, feeling and seeing his lover respond to each movement, fired up his arousal as he worked to see exactly what he could get from the yellow twin.
"Even a buymech is more responsive than training equipment," Sideswipe agreed, revved up hard by what he was seeing, the pleasure pulsing from his twin and Sunstreaker's shameless moans and sounds of encouragement.
"I think that's their point," Bluestreak said. He then leaned in, lips surrounding the tip of Sunstreaker's spike as his fingers thrust hard into the slick valve.
Sunstreaker's optics widened and he thrust into that contact, his spike desperate to be inside the tight, slick warmth on offer as his valve clenched and cycled around the fingers. "He's amazing like this, isn't he? So hot and wanting and willing to take anything he's given."
The silver mechling moaned, his mouth sliding down around the spike as quickly as he dared, glossa stroking and wriggling around it. His fingers thrust hard and fast into Sunstreaker's eager valve, wanting to give pleasure to the yellow mech.
"Close," Sunstreaker warned, fully expecting the untouched mechling to back off his spike and get out of the way.
Sideswipe's hand was at the base of his brother's spike, ghosting up against Bluestreak's lip plates. "You might want to back off," he said gently. "Swallowing's a trick to learn for some other time."
Bluestreak pulled back, but reluctantly and pouted once his mouth was free. "Want to learn it, then." He moved away, but watched intently as Sideswipe took over pleasuring his twin. It wasn't quite what he expected when they shifted so Sunstreaker was in Sideswipe's lap. When the red twin slid his hips forward, it put the slid of his red and black spike in and out of his brother's valve on display for Bluestreak, as was the way he played his fingers along Sunstreaker's spike, knowing every spot that really worked for the mech.
"You will, but when you can wash up before we take you home," Sideswipe assured him with a groan of his own.
He watched them intently, watched the slide of the red spike, the motion of the black hand on the golden spike, the way Sunstreaker moaned, shivered and arched into the dual touch. "Please. I want to see you both in pleasure."
Abruptly Sunstreaker reached back to clamp his hands against his brother's back and screamed into a muffling black hand that was obligingly offered. Energy danced across his plating as shimmering silver-pink transfluid arched from his spike to splatter and crackle on the ground in front of him. Behind him Sideswipe moaned, thrusting a couple more times into that quivering, contracting, crackling valve and let go. His cry was muffled by his brother's neck and they both shuddered before sinking back to lay, panting, on the bench while their armor pinged as it cooled.
After a few long moments, Bluestreak slowly approached them when it seemed like they were regaining coherency. "You both look so good," he groaned, field heavy with arousal.
"You'll look even better," Sideswipe grinned over Sunstreaker's shoulder as they made very quick work of cleaning up the fluids smearing their groins and thighs. When they finally parted Sideswipe grinned at Bluestreak. "Come here, between us, and we'll show you what's on offer."
Before he was even finished speaking, the mechling was already scrambling to get between them, engine revving eagerly. "Want to feel what I can," he said, leaning in eagerly to kiss Sideswipe.
The red mech kissed him back, sliding his glossa along Bluestreak's lip plates while Sunstreaker leaned forward to press against Bluestreak's back while his hands stroked those enticing sensor wings along their inner lining so his brother got the more armored outside that faced forward.
Bluestreak groaned into the kiss, wings trembling at the touch and electricity crackling over his frame. As inexperienced as he was, he wouldn't last long with the way they were touching his sensor wings. He felt them rev their engines in perfect synch, fluctuating the frequency of vibration while their hands explored every bit of his alt mode doors. Sideswipe kept the kiss going, sneaking his glossa into Bluestreak's oral cavity while Sunstreaker kissed and licked his neck cables from behind.
"It's okay to let go," Sunstreaker whispered against his audial. "We'll be right here to catch you."
Bluestreak pulled back from the kiss, only to bury his face in Sideswipe's neck as he cried out. Overload washed over him, freezing his frame and crackling over his wings.
It was several kliks before he relaxed, slumping back against Sunstreaker, panting and trying to orient himself after the overload scrambled everything.
Sideswipe leaned forward and kissed him gently. "Still think you'll want to try us again?" It was the first time Bluestreak had heard the mech anything less than sure of himself. It was a genuine question that they didn't know the answer to. Even though there was no doubt, no hesitation in the answer.
"Yes." Bluestreak returned Sideswipe's kiss before turning his head to nuzzle at Sunstreaker. He felt the relief, in their fields, their frames, their touch. They really hadn't been sure he'd want them after this.
"You're okay with leaving Praxus?" Sunstreaker murmured, needing the reassurance before he was willing to commit himself to one of the most significant choices of his existence.
"I might want to come back to visit on occasion, but I'd be fine living elsewhere." Bluestreak smiled, one hand moving to grasp Sunstreaker's, the other reaching for Sideswipe's. "Who I'm with is more important than where I am."
"Good," Sideswipe purred, settling into the upright snuggle with a content field.
"What is it you like about us?" Sunstreaker asked quietly, though he was also content.
"I think you're both interesting," Bluestreak started. "Not like most first creations. Can you see me in a traditional arrangement? I can't." He giggled softly before pressing closer with a contented noise. "Things I like to do seem to work well with what you two do."
"You've got enough of a dominant in you to handle Sunny," Sideswipe agreed with a soft chuckle.
"And not too much for Sides," Sunstreaker added with a soft x-vent across Bluestreak's plating. "Ever been to a wash house?"
"One of the few places my creators wouldn't take me to," the mechling replied.
Sunstreaker chuckled behind him. "Not surprised. Too much interfacing for a second creation."
"Maybe they'll let us take you," Sideswipe hummed, content to relax right where he was.
Bluestreak giggled. "Probably won't right away. I can work on them, though."
"You'll visit one with us eventually," Sideswipe promised. "Once the contract is signed, what we want will matter more and we don't have a problem with it."
"That'll likely be when it happens," the mechling murmured, cuddling in between them, practically strutless.