Queen of Spades
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Chapter Four: Falling
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Falling, Falling...
Everything I feel,
Everything I am,
Take my hand,
Don't be afraid.
Falling, Falling...
Is it life once more?
Is this how I feel?
Bring us back once more,
I am not afraid.
Lyrics from "Falling" by Blue Stone
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What followed was like nothing Mindwipe had ever known or ever expected—a constant writhing, groping tangle of two mechs, two birds, and one femme upon a large, nicely padded berth—an evening fueled by plentiful high-grade and eased by copious amounts of oil and various lubricants. Soundwave, as predicted by Weirdwolf, remained all business even through four different transfluid donations and repeated overloads. He kept his head in order, orchestrating the couplings and making sure each participant's transfluid went into the correct participant's chambers.
But as still and stoic as Soundwave was, Darkedge was his opposite in equal measure. She sighed and giggled and delighted her way along, unashamed of her enthusiasm regarding interfacing. Buzzsaw was somewhere in between the two, and strangely preferred to be in his alt-mode for the receiving end of things. It was a little strange for Mindwipe to find himself cradling and spiking a datacassette, but so it was.
And when Buzzsaw's gestation chamber pinged as full and ready, the avian lay back into his host's hands and opened his chest plates for Mindwipe's surge. Soundwave was ready next, and the critical act as sire was repeated. Darkedge, relying only on Mindwipe to fill her chamber, and having to share his limited reserve of transfluid with two others, was still unready when it was decided that they could all use a little recharge.
Mindwipe left the berth and tucked into a corner of the large couch in the room, pulling a blanket over himself to keep up his temperature. He had been correct in assuming that Soundwave and his brood would want to be alone somewhat. The two birds cuddled up close to him and the other three cassetticons entered, excitedly leaping up onto the berth to join their host. "Think he got you done up?" asked Ravage, settling around Soundwave's helm.
Soundwave held still and ran some self-diagnostics. "Affirmative. Conception accomplished," was the happy answer.
All five cassettes cooed their congratulations and settled even tighter against Soundwave's radiant frame.
"A new brother," said Rumble happily.
"What about you, Buzzsaw?" asked Ravage.
"Nothing yet. I'm not sure," was the bird-former's answer.
Mindwipe smiled from the couch. At least he'd gotten the big guy sparked. That was the most important. If he had to make anyone happy it was the Decepticon third-in-command.
And then he felt the blanket lift and someone slide beneath it beside him. "Mind if I recharge with you?" came Darkedge's lilt. Her arms wrapped around him from behind and her tan-painted lips nuzzled against the mountings of his wings. Apparently he didn't have a choice. She was going to snuggle him whether he wanted to or not.
"All right," he agreed. Not that he wanted to refuse. Not that he would ever refuse her anything.
"Thank you. And thank you for doing this for us. I hope you liked your gift."
"The ceremonial dagger?"
"Yes."
"It's the most beautiful thing I own."
"Really? You're just teasing."
"I only had a plain knife before. Yours is special."
"Well I'm glad you like it."
"I love it."
He felt her glossa stroke the seams connecting his wings to his back. It felt impossibly good and undeniably erotic. "After some sleep, we'll pick up where we left off. I can't wait to have you inside me again," she told him.
Mindwipe's soul, sated for the moment by two spark-merges, suddenly swelled with charge. His interface array, likewise temporarily need-free, stirred again at the fellow Chiroptacon's words. Weirdwolf definitely was never going to believe this.
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Mindwipe woke to the feeling of someone tapping his faceplate.
He batted the hand away, only to be answered with a feminine giggle. "Mindwipe. It's sunset."
He on-lined his optics to find the sun low in the sky, the last rays of the day coming in through the window behind the privacy screens. The orange glow soon faded and the twilight began. Next to him Darkedge was sitting with her hands upon his chest.
"Wake up. Let's go for a flight... before we try again." Chiroptacons always came alive at sunset—something deep in their programming prompted it.
"What are you? A seeker?" he asked teasingly, implying some sort of aerial courtship display. In contrast, Chiroptacon courtship usually involved a lot of snuggling while hanging upside down in dark places. They had yet to do anything like that.
"Hardly." With a smile she rose, moving to the other side of the screens where only the windows separated her from the oncoming night. Mindwipe followed. "How are you feeling?" he whispered when at her side.
"I feel wonderful. Who wouldn't feel wonderful after all that?" she whispered back. "How about yourself?"
"A bit sore in places, but only a bit. I'm very ready for you again." His transfluid reservoir had thankfully already refilled to the minimum level for a mating. When she wanted him, he wouldn't have to stall.
Her lithe hands went to his shoulders and she kissed him on the lips, the components meeting and flexing so pleasurably. "Let's go for a flight first. The rising darkness calls to us."
"And leave Soundwave? What if...?"
Her lips cut him off with another kiss. And then she pressed the release for the nearest window panel, which slid open with barely a hum to provide a doorway to the night.
"I thought you were Soundwave's friend," questioned Mindwipe.
Darkedge smiled. "I am, but don't have to be there with him for every single moment of this venture." Her posture shifted playfully. "Besides, we'll be within radio contact."
Someone stirred in the big berth where Soundwave and his brood lay. "Hey! Where are you two going?" asked a voice, though it certainly wasn't Soundwave's so it had to belong to one of the five cassetticons.
Mindwipe quickly brought his hands together and faced the officer's berth. "Sleep, sleep. Night has fallen. Sleep, Sleep. Night has fallen," he intoned hypnotically.
Whatever or whoever had spoken quickly slumped back into the berth.
"Useful trick," mused Darkedge.
Mindwipe beamed. "It can be. You should see me in battle."
"Maybe I will. Now come chase me, sire." With a giggle Darkedge transformed, spread her wingstruts, and floated backwards out of the window. Once outside she lazily flapped her wings and rolled in a backwards loop.
Mindwipe was speechless. Her alt-mode was so close to his. He stared at her, marveling at the similarity.
"Well? Are you coming Or are you just going to stand there ogling me all night?"
The Headmaster fumbled his words. "I just... Well, it's just that... I never... Well, I'm a bat. You're a bat. I never saw a female bat before, except myself. No! Not myself! I'm male. I mean, I saw your wings but I didn't realize that you were a full-on Chiroptacon like me. Well sort of like me."
She laughed amusedly. "Stop boring me and let's go. I've never been to Chaar before and I'd like to see a bit of it while I'm here." And with another giggle and a spin she took off into the Chaarian night.
Mindwipe transformed and took off after her, following the femme as she darted through the evening mist that had formed. He chased after her, finding their flight modes beautifully matched. While his transtector had been designed and built for him when he was selected as a Headmaster, it had been built according to deep lines of code within him. Their ancestry was the same. Ancient lines of design had shaped their present forms.
That's what Soundwave had to be after! Both he and Buzzsaw had to be trying for a chiropteran cassette-former! Suddenly the elaborate pattern of transfluid donation made sense. Mindwipe's sparking would seal the deal. They would both most certainly achieve it. And Darkedge had to be after another Chiroptacon herself. And certainly she'd find that too.
And contract or no, he was all too happy to help her find it.
After a while Darkedge's flight slowed and she landed on a hillside outcropping at the edge of the base. Mindwipe touched down beside her. Then she drew forth a cube of energon from subspace drank half, then handed the rest to Mindwipe. And as he drank he felt her slide her hands around his frame. Immediately his spark flared out and he felt the now-familiar needy ache in his interfacing array.
"Here," she stated confidently. "Do me here."
Mindwipe was somewhat surprised. "Here? Out here in the open?"
She nodded, her crimson optics darkening seductively.
Mindwipe smiled. She was not only generous and beautiful and playful, but a bit deviant as well. "Are you sure you're not a seeker?" he teased again.
With an appreciative grin she looked about for somewhere comfortable, and selecting a large, smooth rock, she leaned her back against it, wings splaying behind her. "Come..."
Tossing back the last of the cube's contents, he then drank in her beauty. Primus she was lovely. And not just because of their shared frame-type.
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"Queen of Spades" continues in Chapter 5: "Sparks"
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Author Notes:
Mindwipe's Skill: In the Headmasters series, Mindwipe regularly uses his hypnosis ability to put opponents into a stupor. Unfortunately for him, things don't always go as planned and half the time one of his faction-mates ends up his victim. Though when in a controlled circumstance, his hypnosis can be quite effective, such as the time he forces a Masterian scientist into revealing some of Fortress' secrets, and then turns him a suicide bomber. The show could get kinda dark sometimes... Heck, they killed off Ultra Magnus halfway through. Blaster died in the third episode, though Fortress brought him back to life. I really need to write a fic that addresses how creepy Fortress is if you start to think about it too much.
Bats: Not sure why, but I've had a little bit of a soft spot for these strange little mammals for most of my life. If you ever have the chance to visit the Xcaret theme park in Mexico, be sure to visit the bat cave. No Batman or Robin there, but instead a passage goes down into a very wet cavern where there resides a small community of these little creatures. The trip that I went there was also the time we learned of the Mayan bat god Zotz, and the fact that my rather nocturnal brother was born in the month of Zotz. Coincidence? I don't think so.
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