"Aww, d'ya miss your girlfriend?" Powerglide's spark practically leapt into his mouth as he whipped around to see a smug looking Warpath in the doorway, arms folded and shoulder braced against the frame.
"How long have you been standing there?!" he squeaked, resting one hand against the key board.
"Round about long enough to hear the freaky pet names," the M551 Sheridan chuckled. "I think I might start calling you 'Sugar-glider'!"
"Please don't," he strictly reserved mushy, cutesy, romantic stuff for conversations with Moonracer, who had a penchant for coming up with the most sickly sweet names one ever did hear. "And don't eavesdrop; it's creepy." Warpath snickered and stalked forward.
"I can't tell you how happy I am with this arrangement," he purred, closing the distance between him and a rapidly panicking Powerglide. "All the gals bein' safe and sound on Cybertron, while all us mechs are here on the frontlines, lightyears away from home, from any sort of distraction with tits and hips." With a squeal of panic, the A-10 Thunderbolt backed up, finding himself sitting on the edge of the rec room's communicator. "Where you are all mine."
A clunk rang in his audials, and Powerglide watched the younger mech remove his chest canon, setting it aside, leaning on the console. "Even if you do have those annoying lil' chit-chats with Moon-moon every once in a while, but that's alright. Cuz you know, even when this war is all over, and we can finally go home knowing we beat the slag outta these 'Cons, I know..." A strong, bulky servo stroked its way up his crimson wing, making Powerglide gasp and arch against him. "You'll always come crawling back to me, you lil' slut."
"'Scuse me? Just who do you think you're calling a slut?" The minibot hissed threateningly, despite his face plates being on the verge of melting.
"You, babe," Warpath laughed, pinching the tip of that cute wing. "Don't pretend you're so innocent; just be thankful I'm not as pissed off as Moon-moon would be if she heard about you playin' around."
"I have no idea what you mean, kid."
"Like hell you don't, and I'm pretty sure Astoria would be just as peeved as Moonracer." Dread seeped into his pretty, delicately designed optics, as well as unmistakeable excitement. Just the expression Warpath was looking for. "I wonder just how torqued they'd be to know that their favourite, cocky flier has been messing them around."
"You wouldn't-"
"How they'd react to the fact that you've gone further with a bot you've known since he was a sparkling than you even considered going with them."
"Warpath, this isn't-"
"To know that you're a dirty, cheating whore," The M551 Sheridan's voice dropped to that dark, husky purr that made Powerglide all flustered, leaning in close and brightening his optics. "How would Moon-moon feel if she knew 'Sugar-glider' had been rolling over for her sweet lil' Tread-baby? Would Astoria be upset to know how you're some over excited psycho's obedient little bitch?" The looming was as frightening as it was sexy, and Powerglide had to squeeze his thighs together to suppress some of the heat coming off his codpiece.
"I don't-"
"I think they'd cry," Warpath growled. "They'd sob and bawl their pretty lil' heads off, while I was fucking you senseless into some storage closet wall." Powerglide panted shallowly, staring hazily at the Sheridan tank. "All the femmes back home would be cryin', don't you think?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Powerglide latched onto Warpath's strong form, mask slipping back and lips desperately hunting for the younger mech's mouth. "Shut up and 'face me 'til I can't walk!" he howled, grinding against a bulging codpiece.
"As you command, my king of the clouds." Bracing one servo on the minibot's lower back, Warpath carried Powerglide out of the rec room, canon in his free hand. "Takin' the afternoon off guys!"
"Have fun kiddo!" Wheeljack laughed from the couch, one arm around Ratchet's shoulders.
"You'll make up for the lost time with an early start tomorrow!" Prowl shouted after him, then took another sip of energon.
"Sometimes I mistake this place for a brothel, rather than a military base." Optimus giggled to himself.
