Title: Firsts: Scavenger and Fireflight
Author: Mirage Shinkiro
Rating: T
Warnings: mech/mech kissing, a.k.a. intimacy between androgynous and nonsexually reproducing but male-"pronoun'd" 'bots.
Disclaimer: Transformers is the property of Hasbro, and although I wish I could make money off the TF franchise so I could be independently wealthy, I am not. Alas, I remain poor and am just borrowing the lovely robots.
Summary: G1. The air-headed Fireflight manages to crash in the forest near a lonely Scavenger, who decides one oddball mech deserves another and steals a kiss. Crack pairing.
A/N, explanation: This is another in a series of one shots about various couples, all of them surrounding a first kiss. Set before "War Dawn," which if you don't remember it is the episode where the Aerialbots decide they hate the 'Cons.
Orn=one day.
For Veritrix, who requested the pairing. I love a good challenge, and this one grabbed my curiosity.
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Firsts: Scavenger and Fireflight
Busy digging a hole deep into the Oregon forest floor, Scavenger only vaguely noted the sound of jet engines. Said jet had to be a Seeker, he assumed, since the fine-tuned pitch of the engines far outstripped anything the humans could build. Unconcerned, since the Seekers generally ignored his existence, Scavenger continued digging, hoping the unusual metal reading he'd detected meant he'd find something useful for the Decepticons. It was his dream to find a Cybertronian artifact, something lost during the Ark's crash, perhaps. Then Megatron and the others would finally see he had as much value as the other Constructicons. Wrapped up in his daydream of finally winning approval, Scavenger continued his excavation.
However, his concentration was rudely interrupted by a sickening boom that shook the trees and rained leaves upon his chassis. The screeching of metal pierced his audios, and the birds evacuated the forest with frightened squawks and the furious flapping of wings. Scavenger transformed and, seeing a plume of smoke rising above the treetops, made his way to the crash site, imagining himself the orn's hero for having rescued a Seeker in need. With some ire, he slapped away the tree limbs that battered his face, but his irritation paled in comparison to his anger at finding the red and white Phantom II jet tangled up in the twisted remains of an Earth relay tower. He had forgotten about Prime's new little creations.
"Fireflight," Scavenger muttered, experiencing the urge to shoot him through the spark, only to brighten considerably when he realized Megatron might be pleased to get an Autobot prisoner to interrogate or bully.
The Aerialbot transformed and tried to extract himself from the wreckage, only to tangle himself up further. Working his way onto his back, Fireflight struggled to sit up, slapping metal shards and broken tree limbs from his body and trying to pull his weapon from subspace, only to apparently realize that his right arm was now hopelessly pinned under the tower's remains. Unable to succeed, he eased himself back to the ground and glared at Scavenger. "What do you want, Decepticreep?"
"A prisoner." Scavenger crouched at Fireflight's side, pondering whether to bind him or knock him unconscious for his trip back to the Nemesis. However, as he peered at the ridiculously innocent, white face, Scavenger realized Fireflight would make a worthless prisoner. The Aerialbot didn't seem to pay any attention to where he was flying, much less anything else. In fact, Scavenger would either be scorned or yelled at for hauling him in. "Never mind," he sighed, feeling momentarily defeated in his quest to be accepted by his fellow 'Cons. "You're useless." Just as useless as I am.
Fireflight ceased struggling against the twisted metal that pinned him. "I am?"
Snickering, Scavenger shook his head at how clueless Fireflight sounded. "Certainly. You can't even fly in a straight line." After their second battle with the Aerialbots, the Seekers had created a drinking game in which they had to take a shot of high-grade for every time Fireflight crashed into something. They'd bring up footage from Laserbeak's or Ravage's automatic recordings and proceed to get thoroughly over-energized.
"Sure I can." Fireflight glowered at him, only to pause and glance away. "If I pay attention."
Feeling a pulse of empathy for the oddball, Scavenger settled on the ground beside him. Fireflight only had worth as a component of Superion, just as he only had worth as a component of Devastator. "Why in the Pit did you crash this time, anyway?" he asked, taking a bet that the naïve, new Autobot would answer him.
Fireflight hesitated, as though considering whether to reply, then began babbling. "Well, actually I was on routine patrol, but I got separated from Slingshot and I really don't know how. But then I noticed how green the trees and grass have gotten again, and I realized it was due to the coming of what humans call 'spring' and started sifting through my memory files from my previous life to see if Cybertron ever had seasons. But then I realized the files were mostly corrupted and so I was going to simply enjoy this 'spring' for what it's worth when I realized there was a relay tower and well . . ." He trailed off and, using his free hand, rubbed his helm sheepishly.
Scavenger really wanted to make fun of jet, but he ended up laughing instead. "You really do put new meaning into that human phrase 'air-headed.'"
Laughing as well, Fireflight shrugged faintly, only to apparently remind himself how badly pinned he was. He sobered immediately and watched Scavenger with a wary expression.
And with good cause, Scavenger thought as his gaze trailed over the smooth planes of the white face. Fireflight wasn't just a fellow oddball, he was also a jet. A jet with sleek, beautiful wings like a Seeker but without the insufferably arrogant attitude. For a moment, Scavenger wondered what it would be like to kiss him, and the dangerous thrill of kissing an Autobot sang through his circuits. "So very off-limits," he murmured. "So very taboo."
Fireflight stared at him with wide optics. "Off-limits? Taboo?" He sounded a touch afraid. "What is?"
The fear only aroused Scavenger more, and an illicit fantasy ran through his processor. His tastes weren't as violent as some other 'Cons' were, so instead of daydreaming that he'd rape the jet, he imagined that Fireflight would end up genuinely succumbing to desire and helpless moans as Scavenger touched him with his talented hands and mouth. Scavenger's core temperature rose a full degree at the idea, and unable to resist a dream so incredibly alluring, he crawled over, climbing on top of the pinned jet and holding down his free arm by capturing it between his leg and Fireflight's own body.
"What are you doing!" Fireflight struggled furiously, but he couldn't extract himself from under both Scavenger and the twisted relay tower.
Scavenger leaned down, running gentle fingertips over the expanse of one white wing and drawing an involuntary shiver from the jet. "Wondering what it would feel like to kiss an Autobot."
Growing suddenly still, Fireflight stared at him blankly. "Kiss?"
"Don't act like you've never done it before." Scavenger snickered, then leaned closer to Fireflight's face . . . only to realize the blank look hadn't faded. "Wait. Have you been kissed before?"
"Of course!" Fireflight turned his face away, tilting up his chin in a mild show of defiance.
Scavenger thought he might pop a gasket at the realization he'd be stealing the Autobot's first kiss. "Makes sense. How long have you been alive? Ten orns? Less?" Fireflight wouldn't reply, so Scavenger traced the edge of his wing with one finger. "Oh, please. Isn't it alluring? The thought of flaunting a taboo? Trying your first kiss?"
"No," Fireflight whispered, sounding particularly unconvincing. Apparently the daydreamer's considerable imagination had made short work of him.
With a faint snort of amusement, Scavenger grasped Fireflight's chin, aligning their faces, and brushed his lips across his. "Are you sure?"
Fireflight gasped at the touch, and gaining confidence, Scavenger molded their lips together, reveling in the feel of the warm metal and pulling Fireflight's bottom lip between his own, sucking on it gently. Fireflight whimpered in response, so Scavenger slowly slipped his glossa into his mouth, giving him time to adjust. Then he slid his glossa across Fireflight's, teasing him into action, and they began exploring each other's mouths, rubbing, flicking, tasting. Scavenger moaned at Fireflight's curiosity and easy passion and slipped his hands around his helm, gently running his thumbs down Fireflight's cheek seams.
Scavenger had just made up his mind to introduce Fireflight to his first interface when he heard the sound of several approaching jets. He broke their kiss and ran a sensor sweep to see what kind of trouble he would soon face. Four Autobot signals answered his ping, and he cursed at his luck. "Looks like your team has arrived to rescue you."
"Yeah." Fireflight gazed up at him with a dazed expression, which made Scavenger want to kiss him again.
Still, he decided he'd better leave before Big Brother Silverbolt arrived and let the gung ho Air Raid and Slingshot have their way. He stood and waved at Fireflight as he walked away. "Don't assume I'll show you any mercy on the battlefield." He glanced over his shoulder. "Don't assume I'll hurt you off the battlefield, either."
He smiled as he made his way to the Nemesis, the final image of his encounter with Fireflight being the sight of the young jet touching his own lips with an expression of awe.
Postscript: Does anyone else think it's weird that the Aerialbots are portrayed as very naïve and immature, save Silverbolt, but can still remember what they were in their "previous" life? It's almost a contradiction. It's probably another G1 comic vs. cartoon continuity issue.
Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing and/or faving my other "Firsts" stories. Here's the list thus far:
"Firsts: Prowl and Sideswipe"—posted
"Firsts: Wheeljack and Ratchet"—posted
"Firsts: Prowl and Jazz"—posted
"Firsts: Hot Rod and Sunstreaker"—posted
"Firsts: Mirage and Jazz"—posted
"Firsts: Optimus and Elita"—posted
"Firsts: Skyfire and Perceptor"—posted
"Firsts: Thundercracker and Skywarp"—posted
"Firsts: Ratchet and Sideswipe"—posted
"Firsts: Scavenger and Fireflight"—here
"Firsts: Drift and Perceptor"—forthcoming
"Firsts: Prowl and Bluestreak"—forthcoming