Chapter 7 – Quis fallere posit amantem?
Notes: Title translation: Who could deceive a lover? Hope you guys don't mind the shorter chapter than normal. I also warned you at the beginning of this story of it's adult nature. It's going to really start now! Luffles to my beta as always. Your turn now hun!
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"Could you fetch me the datapad with my business details from three meta-cycles ago?" Thundercracker glanced up from his work, frowning. "It's in the next room on the shelves."
Hound rose from his seat next to Thundercracker with a nod, disappearing deeper into Thundercracker's personal rooms. He spent a couple of klik's searching for it but realised it wasn't on any of the shelves he could reach and looked upwards. That was the problem living with a seeker, they could reach all the way up the ceiling by hovering, which they did without thinking about.
"You get lost or something?" Thundercracker asked as he came into the room.
"It's on the top shelf somewhere." Hound pointed up.
"Hmmm." Thundercracker glanced between him and the shelf in question. The next moment he was behind Hound and slotting his arms around his waist, pressing his front to Hound's back.
"What the…?" Hound began but that's as far as he got before the flyer activated his thrusters and lifted them both clean off the floor. The green mech squeaked before he got a lid on his surprise and clung onto the black hands around his middle. They may only have been a few mechanometers off the floor but Hound distinctly preferred his pedes to be on the ground.
"There you go," Thundercracker hovered alongside the right shelf. Hound could hear the amusement in his voice and that made him prise his hands free of their grip on the seeker and reach out to the shelf. It didn't take him long to find the right datapad and Thundercracker didn't tease him by holding him off the floor any longer. He gently set them back down, lingering in the embrace, nuzzling the side of Hound's helm, before stepping back, taking the datapad from Hound's hand.
That caring side of his personality made Thundercracker harder to resist each mega-cycle but somehow Hound couldn't bring himself to make the first move. He was almost certain now that, if the seeker asked him, he would willing interface with him, but finding the courage to look into those red optics and say he wanted Thundercracker was something different.
"I could have got that myself." Hound hid his feelings by grumbling.
"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" the blue mech grinned before it faded as he studied the datapad.
"Something wrong?"
"With all the mining closures I have to redirect some of my finances," the seeker replied. "Everyone seems to be on edge about putting their credits anywhere for any amount of time. Makes investing tricky." Hound's mouth twitched and Thundercracker shot him a look. "What?"
"You, talking about business. You always get so serious." Hound let the smile grow.
The seeker fidgeted slightly, embarrassed for some unknown reason. He loved making the green mech smile like that, but would rather the attention wasn't drawn to himself in the process. It wasn't that Thundercracker was shy, but he preferred to work behind the scenes rather than be centre stage, especially around Hound.
His way out came in the form of Skywarp abruptly appearing in the middle of the room, his back to them. Hound swore in surprise, before clamping his hand over his mouth and shooting Thundercracker an apologetic look. The blue flyer shook his head, half indicating to Hound not to worry about it and half in exasperation at the other mech's sudden appearance. Skywarp swung around to face them.
"Oh there you are!"
"How many times Warp? Use the doors." Thundercracker scowled at him. "I could have been in a private meeting."
Skywarp snorted. "Doors are for ordinary mechs." With that he walked out of the room to the blue seeker's outer office.
"What was that?" Hound whispered.
"He can teleport," Thundercracker answered quietly. "Generally into things, but he does like using to drop around uninvited. You better tell Bumblebee and mention the new batch. He'll know what I mean."
Hound nodded, opening up his comm system to the yellow minibot as he followed Thundercracker into the other room to find the purple seeker rummaging through the cabinet. Thundercracker sighed, made his way over to the loungers and slouched down onto one, red optics waiting for Skywarp to straighten up. When he did the green mech could see a high grade bottle held, somewhat inelegantly and precariously, in one hand, which Skywarp then saluted Thundercracker with, grin on his face.
"Skywarp, put that back." Thundercracker waved at the bottle in the other seeker's hand.
"Why? I wanna relax." Skywarp attempted to pout at the blue flyer.
"Get overcharged you mean," Thundercracker snorted. "Yeah I know that. You always come to my house to drink all my high grade when you want to do that."
"So?" The black seeker waggled the bottle.
"So wouldn't you prefer to try my new shipment I've just had in?" Thundercracker raised one optic ridge.
Skywarp moved quicker than Hound had seen him move before, putting the bottle back on the cabinet and sitting on the other lounger in a blink of an optic. The green mech shook his head, going for the door so that Bumblebee could come straight in to serve the new energon. The yellow minibot didn't keep them waiting long and served the drinks swiftly and silently before exiting the room, taking Hound with him. Hound halted Bumblebee when the doors had shut behind them.
"Does that happen a lot? Skywarp just appearing?"
Bumblebee smiled and nodded. "Yeah. He's been here less than normal recently, but he used to be here at least once an orn."
"What am I supposed to do now?" Hound glanced at the door. "I normally stay."
"Stay here, or your room," Bumblebee shrugged. "They'll get overcharged, Skywarp will go home and Lord Thundercracker will probably go back to work, what with that party of his not far away now."
"When he's overcharged?" The green mech quirked an optic ridge.
"He won't be as bad as Skywarp," the minibot shook his head. "He's still with it and he knows what he wants for this party of his."
With that Bumblebee left, going back to his other duties. Hound stood outside the door for a couple of kliks before heading back to his room. He'd still be close enough if Thundercracker summoned him, he knew the blue seeker trusted Skywarp and there was that interesting holobook he'd been meaning to read sitting on his berth.
Nearly a joor later Hound heard a loud crash from next door and hurried back to find Skywarp sitting on his aft on the floor, a broken glass crushed beneath him and Thundercracker laughing uproariously at the other seeker's expression. The purple mech climbed unsteadily to his pedes, indignantly turned his nose plates up in the air and warped out of sight. The blue flyer caught sight of Hound standing in the doorway, one optic ridge quirked upwards and quietened enough to say, "he's going to teleport himself into something more solid than his head. I'd put all my credits on it."
"So touching, your concern for your friend," Hound replied dryly.
"He chose to come here and drink my high grade," Thundercracker shrugged. Hound came further into the room to survey the damage and as the seeker didn't seem inclined to get off his own aft to clean up the mess, Hound knelt down to pick up the pieces of glass. The green mech could feel Thundercracker watching him but ignored it, concentrating on getting all the sharp fragments off the floor. It didn't take him long to gather them all and dump them into the refuse container next to the desk.
Hound turned around to face Thundercracker, about to ask whether there was anything else he needed, when he stopped dead. The seeker's red optics were unnaturally bright, probably to do with the amount of high grade he had ingested, but that wasn't what warned Hound what was coming. That was his expression of sheer, unadulterated lust, and it was directed solely at the green mech as Thundercracker rose from the lounger.
He didn't know what his own expression was like but he had no resistance to offer up as Thundercracker grabbed him, one hand sliding down to grab his aft, the other gripping the back of his helm. The seeker paused with their faces barely apart, optics meeting Hound's and the green mech knew that this was his chance to say no. When he made no move or sound Thundercracker kissed him, hard.
It was their first kiss and Hound was overwhelmed by the bigger mech's forceful passion. The seeker pushed his glossa deep into Hound's mouth, stroking it down the length of Hound's glossa, inviting it to play, which the green mech did tentatively. As the kiss continued Hound raised his hands to rest them on the seeker's shoulders, fingers grazing the intakes. Thundercracker made a pleased noise into his mouth, encouraging Hound that he was doing the right thing, and his own hand stroked the edge of Hound's hip before he dug the tips of his fingers into the seam. A jolt of pleasure shot up Hound's side as the seeker found some wires to play with.
The green mech ran his palm down the side of one intake, rubbing his fingers around its curves, beginning to feel more secure now as the other mech continued to touch him. The seeker moaned softly as his hand migrated from intake to the leading edge of his wing, indicating, yet again, just how sensitive the appendages were. Hound let his other hand match its partner's movements on the other blue expanse of metal and Thundercracker shivered in pleasure.
He broke the kiss to utter, "harder," before burying his face into Hound's neck to bite down on the cables and lines there, reinforcing his own statement. The smaller mech gasped, tilting his head away to give the seeker more access and involuntarily his grip tightened, which in turn made Thundercracker's fingers scrape across the headlight he'd been tracing. Hound arched into the fingers, his body taking over from his head, seeking the pleasure. The blue mech dug his fingers in under the bumper, finding a little band of exposed wires that had Hound crying out.
Thundercracker didn't care that Hound wasn't really reciprocating as much as he was receiving because the seeker had already been desperate for him before he touched him. Hearing and feeling Hound respond to him was driving deeper into territory that didn't involving thinking, one that had already been pushed at by the high grade. Being in charge, the driving force to this encounter meant Thundercracker got the chance to do exactly as he wanted, exploring and reaffirming all Hound's hotspots.
The seeker pushed him back against wall, one hand lifted one of Hound's legs to curl it around the back of his hip plates. Thundercracker growled in one audio, voice rough and low, "give me access."
Hound shuddered at the tone. The cover over his port slid back without any real thought from the green mech and black fingers dipped inside, pressing against the sensitive walls, making Hound cry out. Lubricant had already started to make the walls slick in readiness for interfacing but Thundercracker's probing made the liquid flow quicker.
"You want me," the seeker hissed.
"Yes," Hound gasped, fingers tightening on the blue shoulders.
Thundercracker caught Hound's lips up in a kiss again as he moved his hips, his jack sliding out in anticipation. With one hand wrapped under Hound's raised leg and the other gripping his hip plates he shifted forward, burying his jack in the ready port with one easy movement. Hound keened, high and long, his own hips jerking in Thundercracker's grip. It had been meta-cycles since he'd last granted anyone access to his port and he forgotten just how good it felt to have another mech inside him like this.
The blue mech groaned, resting his head against Hound's before he adjusted his stance slightly. He drew his hips back, nearly pulling free before driving his jack into Hound again, feeling the way the port shuddered and clung to him, both protesting and inviting the intrusion. Hound broke the kiss as he arched his back, head thudding back against the wall, encouraging Thundercracker to pick up his pace. It wasn't like he could resist the way Hound felt around his spike or the noises he made anyway.
The smaller mech clung to his partner, struggling to think straight over the sensations as the seeker penetrated him deeply with each movement of his hips. The black hand on his hip held him tightly, keeping him in place and the black hand locked behind his knee joint gave Thundercracker easy access to his port. Little flashes of pleasure fired from his port as the clustered sensors at the end were stimulated and Hound gasped, trying to cool his overheating chassis.
Thundercracker growled, face plates screwing up as the heat and desire built up inside him. The blue flyer's movement became more forceful and erratic as he neared his overload. Every little cry of need he jolted from Hound made Thundercracker more desperate for release but he was determined to overload the green mech first. He threw his head back, fighting for control and the green mech whimpered, drawing his optics back to him. Blue met red and Hound could read the intense desire burning in Thundercracker's gaze, all centred on him. It was too much to take and Hound's chassis bucked between the wall and Thundercracker as his overload overtook him.
The flash of heat from his partner blasted over Thundercracker and he arched up sharply, burying himself deeply in Hound as he overloaded, filling the waiting port with transfluid. The seeker groaned, slumping forward slightly, letting go of Hound to brace himself on the wall as he came down from an incredibly intense high. Somehow he'd known being with the smaller mech would be powerful and it had lived up to every expectation he'd had. They stood there, panting, trying to cool their racing systems, when the seeker raised his head and looked Hound right in the optic.
"I'm never going to be a gentle berthmate, Hound. If you're looking for that, then walk away from this. I won't blame you and I won't chase you, but I'm not going to change. I may not be like Starscream, but I still play rough."
The green mech watched his face for a moment before shaking his head. "I think you missed something."
"What?" Thundercracker asked curiously.
"I enjoyed that as much as you did." Hound suddenly smiled; a cheeky, impish smile. "I play to the same rules."
The seeker growled, optics flashing. "Be careful what you say. I might just change those rules."
"Only if I can too," the smaller mech responded, fingers lightly dragging down the blue back. Thundercracker's engine purred softly in response, all the energy he could summon up at that moment. The intense overload on top of the potent high grade had pulled the seeker's systems into a sluggish state and he knew he either needed recharge or some normal energon to pull him back around. Looking at the mech pressed between him and the wall made recharge seem stupid because there were better things to be doing with his time instead of lying around offline.
Thundercracker could tell that the time he would normally be using to organize his creation day anniversary would be filled with other, far more interesting events. Hound had taken to his advances more than he could ever have hoped and now he wasn't so buzzed on the high grade, which had been remarkably good; the blue flyer knew he wouldn't have been so forceful or direct with Hound if it had not been for the high grade. Perhaps he should send Skywarp something in thanks for getting him into this state because that had been one pit of an overload and Hound had barely touched him. Thundercracker couldn't imagine what it would be like when the smaller mech really got comfortable with him.
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A/N: To those of you that have read my other stuff, I know this is a little different. I'm not normally a fan of sticky, but this wanted to be written this way, so it was! Bunnies always win!