Sunset Dreams

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Chapter 4: Drown in Pale Light

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Jetfire's cooling system involuntarily drew in a deep breath of air. He'd not expected his companion to be so bold in the asking. "I would like to very much...if you would like to as well. We don't have to though." His fingers slid up to caress the Dinobot's throat and then the side of his head, mirroring the touch against his own helm. "We'll have plenty of other opportunities if now isn't good." Their relationship had moved so surprisingly quickly, and slowing it down wouldn't hurt in the least. For creatures that lived millions of years, there was no reason to rush anything. Before the war courtships often stretched over hundreds of years if not thousands.

Swoop smiled sweetly. "Me Swoop have new wing. Have new lover—first lover. Now is good."

"First lover?" Jetfire queried. "I suppose I would be. Though I would have expected that your first would be one of the other Dinobots."

Swoop shut off his optics and shook his head slightly. "No. Dinobots make war. Not love."

"Haven't you interfaced with any of them? Since it was explained to you?"

Again a negative response. "Him Grimlock try with other Dinobots after Creators explained. Him try Sludge first." Suddenly the young flyer shuddered and his hand fell away. "Me Swoop disappointment," he said ashamedly.

"A disappointment? Why?"

"Him Grimlock not find my spark. Spark too deep." He sighed sadly. "Maybe you not find it either."

"Did you ask Wheeljack about it?"

Swoop nodded. "Creator Wheeljack laughed. Him say Swoop special. Only for special lover who understands 'dorsal access' to spark."

"Dorsal access?" And then Jetfire chuckled. "Ahhh. Well I guess that makes me special then."

"You Jetfire understand?"

The scientist gave him a gentle smile. "Would you let me show you what Grimlock didn't figure out?"

Eagerly Swoop nodded, and allowed the larger mech to roll him onto his front. Jetfire crouched beside him and ran his hand over the Dinobot's back. "Wheeljack put a lot of thought into your construction. You are special," he said encouragingly as he examined the plating on Swoop's back. "He expected you'd be more subject to hits from the ground when you were flying, and that your beak would probably be in the way of your spark in your robot mode." His fingers found a likely candidate for what he sought. "I think I've found what I'm looking for..."

There came a snap and a light hydraulic hiss as Jetfire opened up the main access plate on Swoop's back, followed by the sliding back of a subplate. "And there it is." He spread his hand atop the newly exposed wires attaching the Dinobot's spark-chamber to the rest of his body. An excited wave of energy rushed up Jetfire's arm.

"My spark. You found it!?"

"Wheeljack placed your spark back here, wanting to protect it better."

"Me Swoop cannot see it. Only feel."

"It's here...and it's beautiful."

Swoop raised himself slightly on one arm and turned his head toward the white jet. "Please? Please interface with me?"

Jetfire smiled again. "I will. But not like this." Gently he closed up the panels on Swoop's back, which confused the smaller mech, but Jetfire hushed any words. Taking his hand, he led him over to a large rock, sat down, spread his knees apart, and pulled Swoop between his legs. He kissed him again, stroking Swoop's face and neck tenderly. His fingers trailed up and down the sensitive golden beak again. Swoop's lips wandered over every bit of facial plating he could reach.

"Are you ready?" Jetfire asked when the kissing slowed.

Swoop nodded yet again. He wanted it...badly. The building friendship, the enthusiastic 'first flight,' and now this romantic evening had charged him up unbearably. After Grimlock's failure, none of his brothers had wanted to try with him and he'd been left out of the intimacy, the best he could do being to curl up against two of them, all but ignored, as they indulged. And lately it had just been Grimlock and Sludge as partners. But now this older, experienced mech seemed to know exactly how to take care of him. He'd easily found the supposedly hidden spark with only a mention of Wheeljack's clue. And now he seemed to have changed positions confidently, knowing exactly how to proceed.

Jetfire reached down and slid away the canopy of his cockpit, two more layers of plating beneath it skidding back to expose a large spark-chamber, easily thrice the size of Swoop's. Through the window in the front a blue light seeped out. Swoop raised his hands and placed them delicately against the chamber, in awe of the cerulean glow that appeared even brighter in the twilight.

Swoop stretched up and leaned closer to it, deep in admiration of the beautiful light that called to him. He could feel the energy-patterns embracing his own with ghostly hands, trying to pull him deeper. Apparently they were both feeling the same craving...the same desperate hunger for intimate contact. Were it physically possible, Swoop would have obeyed that call and simply allowed himself to follow that tug, to be consumed like a moth in the mesmerizing flame.

After a few more minutes, Jetfire gently pushed him back and closed his legs. "Sit on my lap with your back to me," he instructed. "This will work best for our sizes and your dorsal mount." Swoop understood immediately and eagerly climbed onto Jetfire's thighs.

Knowing where the catches were now, Jetfire opened up Swoop's plating quickly, exposing the chamber once more. Immediately the spark's field flared out, reaching yet again for the other mech.

Swoop braced his hands on Jetfire's knees, whimpering now as delicate fingers trailed over the bare wires and fluid lines in his back, stimulating them with the caught corona of both sparks. The stroking felt so good...so amazingly good. Even when Grimlock had attempted to interface with him, there hadn't been this wonderful shared touch or yearning. The scientist had him nearly crying out with pleasure as all the while he could feel the pull of the two sparks, contained regretfully in their chambers, tugging at each other.

Soon Jetfire carefully pulled Swoop back toward him. But before their frames met, Jetfire's fingers were poking about the chamber, and for a moment Swoop wondered if the larger mech was about to open it. Ratchet had given strict warnings about it—the chamber was not to be opened, unless a medic did so. Thrill and horror coursed through Swoop's processor, the conflicting feelings making his EM surge all too erratically. He wanted desperately to open it, but knew he shouldn't. That would bring them too close, wouldn't it? But to his relief, Jetfire was just seeking out the interface cable, tucked in an out of the way spot to the side of the chamber. With the utmost care he withdrew it and plugged it into the corresponding port on his own chamber.

An intrusion warning suddenly flashed up in Swoop's processor, this one with more priority than the basic overheating threats he'd been getting ever since the touching and kissing had begun. His hands gripped Jetfire's thighs all the tighter. This was it. It was finally going to happen for him.

Jetfire confidently extracted his own interface cable and brought it to the welcoming port inside of his lover. "Are you ready? The connection will be complete as soon as I plug in."

"I...I want you," Swoop gasped.

"I?" Jetfire smirked and made a low sound of approval and pushed the jack end of the cable into the port.

They both shivered as the hardline connection opened between them, the two of them linking up beautifully in an initial blur of sensations. Jetfire moaned as he felt warmth and love flood across the bond. The emotions coming in were nothing but desire and excitement and gratitude, all tinged with a bit of nervousness. He grasped the smaller bot, pulling him against his frame with trembling arms. His spark spun in a whirlwind of joy, emitting heavy pulses of energy that increased gradually in intensity.

Jetfire reached up, gripped the long, bright red crest atop Swoop's head, and pulled it back over his shoulder, effectively exposing the smaller mech's throat to his lips. Jetfire hungrily mouthed Swoop's neck, nibbling and nuzzling the few exposed cables there, the caresses heightening their pleasure and eliciting more whimpers from Swoop.

And then came the sound of five high-tension latches snapping open in sequence and the whir of withdrawing panels. Five latches? Jetfire inhaled sharply. Traditionally five latches closed a spark-chamber. And they weren't his latches that had sprung.

Before he could even look to see if it was indeed Swoop's spark-chamber he felt it. The surge of heat and radiation against his interior was overwhelming and he fought to maintain equilibrium. An intoxicating dizziness filled his processors. Warm light rose as Swoop's unfettered soul emerged and began to move toward his own, its tendrils extending ahead of it to grasp at his spark chamber, demanding that it open. "Swoop!" Jetfire choked. "Your spark-chamber opened."

"Couldn't stop it! It just did," the Dinobot bleated, his frightened voice awash with emotion. "But it seemed like what me supposed to do. Even though Ratchet said not to." The smaller mech began to squirm nervously, apparently terrified by what had just happened. "Jetfire! Help me!"

Jetfire held him tightly, to keep the connection from breaking. Quickly he sent calming thoughts across the link and stroked Swoop's beak with long, soothing passes, forcing himself to concentrate on relaxing him. "Shhh...forget it. It's open now so just enjoy it."

"My spark...it's free," he said tremulously.

"Yes...shhhh. It's all right," Jetfire whispered soothingly, placing one hand onto the Dinobot's forehead and guiding the long crest back over his shoulder again. "It's just fine. Nothing bad's going to happen just because it opened. I've got you."

The Dinobot gradually calmed, the anxiety draining away beneath the warmth and gentle kisses the scientist continued with. Jetfire sent more feelings of closeness over the bond, his stroking continuing down the Dinobot's beak. "Shhh...I've got you. Everything's okay."

Eventually relaxed again, Swoop pushed back against Jetfire's chest as if somehow they could become even closer. His spark began moving again for Jetfire's. "Jetfire...since it okay, would you open to me? Let me feel your spark touch mine. Please..." he begged.

Where had this come from? It was their first interface, and despite the shock at the opening of his spark chamber, the Dinobot was now asking for a full merge. It was bad enough that Swoop had opened the chamber, and as much Jetfire he wanted to, he wasn't sure if inexperienced Swoop was ready to handle the intensity of their sparks coming into full contact with each other. Starscream had not opened to him for nearly a vorn after they'd begun interfacing.

"Jetfire...please," cried the raspy voice. "Please open. You have to." Swoop was looking up at him again with darkened optics. "Jetfire..."

The scientist tried to shut his ears to the pleading, but all the warnings and cautions and admonitions were melting away now in the heat of that beautiful and unbound golden spark. Through the narrow gap where their plating did not meet he could see it shining like a miniature star knocking at the gate of his own soul.

"Jetfire...please."

The white jet braced himself...that voice could destroy him.

"I love you, Jetfire..."

Unable to resist any longer, Jetfire surrendered. Five more latches burst open and with a wail of passion the jailed blue spark leapt forth and flung itself into Swoop's.

Swoop cried out. It was suddenly impossible for him to concentrate on anything besides the intense emotions swamping his processor and the sensations overwhelming his sensors. He swam in a bliss of warmth and touch. Jetfire's intakes had reversed and were now venting steaming air against his back and hips. With tears of ecstasy seeping from his optics, he pressed himself even harder against his lover. "Jetfire...I think... Going to... to... overload..." Swoop gasped brokenly, his voice crackling with static.

"Let it come," was the unhesitating instruction. They'd gone so far and burned too many bridges to stop now. "Don't resist it." The jet's hands turned their attentions to Swoop's wings, wrapping up from beneath them to caress their front edges and folds.

The Dinobot's cooling fans were no longer keeping up with his risen and still rising core temperature, and his processors were all threatening to shut down. Swoop let his head fall forward as he felt his defenses crumble before the oncoming wave of bliss. The edges of his wings throbbed with electricity beneath the confident grasp of the larger mech's hands. The intimacy of being inside and outside and within the mech he loved, their two sparks waltzing together in the space in between, was beyond any pleasure he'd experienced before. "Jetfire... I..."

"Let go, Swoop. Let it take you where it wants to."

"Jetfire... I love you."

The Dinobot's sensor net suddenly overloaded, electrical current arcing between their sparks and the empty chambers and every point of contact. The surge instantly spread over Jetfire and he was washed along with it. The darkness of the fallen night was suddenly lost in a supernova of light and pleasure as systems were pushed past their tolerances, only for both mechs to fall from that light into the velvety pool of a most blissful state.

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When Swoop on-lined once more, he found himself sprawled atop Jetfire's chest, the big white shuttle lying now where he had previously been sitting. The waning moon had risen in the east. Their sparks had returned to their respective chambers and automatically closed up, but he found that they were still connected through the hardline. Jetfire was still unconscious. Swoop switched off his optics, turning his focus, and floated through the dark limbo of the connection, seeking the flyer inside. And he soon found Jetfire's being, hiding playfully behind a firewall, which Jetfire immediately and welcomingly dropped. The azure light of his spark embraced the golden light of Swoop's.

"That...was wonderful," Swoop said appreciatively, still in awe of the experience they'd shared.

"Your first time. I'm sorry that you were a bit frightened there for a while. Sometimes things don't go as expected. But all is well."

"It's all right. I'm not frightened any more. I know you'll look after me." And then he reached out to Jetfire. "I'm sorry if I overloaded too early...I was overwhelmed," he said bashfully.

Jetfire laughed lightly. "You were beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful."

"Jetfire?" he asked humbly.

"Yes my love?" The blue light drew closer.

"What color is my spark? I've never seen it, and no one ever told me."

Jetfire enveloped him protectively in an aurora of passion and devotion. "It's the most beautiful color of all...the color of the sunrise."

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"Sunset Dreams" continues in Chapter 5: "Sign Your Name"

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Author Notes:

Chapter Title – I've taken this chapter title and that for Chapters 6 and 8 from three songs off of Andreas Vollenweider's album "Down to the Moon." It's a beautiful album of gentle music that really sets the mood for these chapters.

Dorsal Mount – I studied a lot of pictures of Swoop and his alt-mode, trying to piece together his physiology. Unless his spark were mounted to one side or the other, his beak would block access to it, or be rather in the way. It just made sense that the chamber would have been mounted closer to his back than his chest. Expect Swoop to spend lots more time on his stomach in this story.

Grimlock – is a lousy lover.

Jetfire – knows what he's doing.

Feedback – is most welcome. Send me a PM or leave me a review. I'd love to hear from you on what I'm doing right or wrong with this story.

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Transformers and all related concepts, characters, worlds, and events are property of Hasbro and Takara Tomy. Original characters and story elements are property of E. Potter, writing under the pen name of Miratete.