Title: Trick or Treat
Rating: M
Summary: It's finally Halloween
Fireflight wasn't surprised when servos lashed out from the bushes, dragging him off the path and into the dark enclosure of trees. In fact, the sparkling didn't even scream, and when the fingers slipped away from his mouth, the shih tzu turned and beamed up at the mech crouching casually behind him. "Vortex!"
"Hey, cutie," the lynx smirked, his visor flashing as he looked down on the autodog. "Miss me?"
Fireflight nodded his helm quickly, jumping to his pedes and hugging the kittycon. "I did!," he chirped in reply. "My brothers made me stay inside again for a whole week, even though I was in class the next morning... but at least they let me out tonight!"
Something that the sparkling was very glad for. He had never had the chance to go out on Halloween before, so this would be his first year ever trick-or-treating and Fireflight hated the very thought that he might have missed it. So far, this was turning out to be the best night ever though! He had collected a fair bit of candy already, he was dressed in a brand new costume that Air Raid had helped him pick out and he'd even got to see his strange, older friend.
The little autodog didn't think he could be happier.
"And look at my pretty costume!," Fireflight giggled, stepping back and twirling in place; his flower-pattern skirt billowing with the motion and his bucket swinging wildly on his wrist, spilling a couple treats to the grass below. "Can you guess what I am?"
Vortex merely purred. "Delicious?"
"N-no...," the autodog blushed, stopping his spinning and facing the kittycon with a shy smile. "I'm a fairy! A very, pretty, powerful fairy!"
Fireflight threw his arms out, this time losing his little pumpkin basket. "O-oops...," he whispered, hurrying to pick it up and his scattered candy. A strong servo was winding about his waist, pulling him back before he got a chance though.
"V-vortex... m-my candy..."
The sparkling looked up into the grey mech's face, before dropping his chin, and staring in embarrassment at the grass below. Vortex chuckled lowly at the self-conscious act; his fingers moving to slide down one of the autodog's thighs. "Don't worry so much, snowflake," he growled lustfully, close to panting as he saw those gorgeous cheekplates start to turn a delicious shade of magenta, "You can pick it up later... First, show me your 'candy'."
Fireflight gasped softly at the demand, turning his flushed face up to the kittycon. The red visor flared in response, and slowly, the shih tzu took a small step back; bunching up the bottom of his skirt in his fists and lifting it to his chestplates. At the click of retracting plating, Vortex's ears twitched and a greedy grin stretched across his cheekplates.
The tiny 'bot could only choke back a moan as, in the next moment, he was pushed to the grass, and the lynx's helm thrust between his trembling thighs.
Title: Costume
Rating: T
Summary: His costume got ruined
"O-oh..."
Vortex turned his helm at the whimper, zipping up his fly as he stared disinterestedly down on the sparkling softly pushing himself up. Fireflight had his whole attention fixed on his clothes, picking at the skirt and his shirt, twisting his helm and sniffling as he saw the state of his clothe fairy wings.
"E-everything... my c-costume, i-it's...," the sparkling choked on a fresh wave of tears, "It's ruined..."
And in a way, it was really. The once white shirt was now covered in dirt and grass stains, the clothe wings were bent and tearing around the edges, and a bit of the skirt had ripped and it was filthy with the after-effects of their recent 'face. All together, Fireflight looked horrible.
"It was just a costume," Vortex pointed out flatly.
The shih tzu sobbed loudly at the statement, his tiny servos curling into fists and lifting to bunch at his optics while tears cascaded down his cheekplates. "B-but... b-but it w-was b-brand n-new! A-and m-my first c-costume e-ev-ever!," Fireflight bawled, intakes heaving as he cried harder. "I-i-i, I j-just wa-wanted to g-go o-out a-and g-get ca-candy, and h-have f-fun a-and l-look p-pretty f-for you a-and now e-everything's r-ruined a-and-"
The lynx growled quietly, thrusting a servo forwards and pressing one long digit against the white mechling's lip components. "Ssh!," he scowled, as the sparkling shuttered his optics in surprise, before looking up at the kittycon with his wet, blue orbs. "Stay here; I'll be right back."
Vortex turned and pushed through the thick foliage. He paused, turning his helm back, visor dimmed in ire. "And no crying!," he added, before he left entirely, a poor Fireflight sitting in the grass confusedly as he mourned over the ruin of his new costume.
Title: Changes
Rating: T
Summary: Fireflight thinks a little as the night draws to a close
Fireflight had never really thought much about Vortex.
Well, aside from considering the strange mech his friend and looking forward to his visits, as was general with many sparklings his age, the shih tzu never analyzed or pondered over his standing with the kittycon. But...
But things were a little different now.
Fireflight was getting closer to being another stellar cycle older, and well, he had heard about crushes from the other mechs and femmes at school. It was natural, they said, to want to spend all your playtime with another 'bot, and to like to hug them a lot. Even kiss them. Normally, such a thing meant very little to the sparkling, because he hugged and kissed and played with a lot of different people all the time. Things though were definitely a little unusual with Vortex, yet it had never really been a cause for contemplation beforehand.
Of course, that was until tonight.
When the lynx had come back after abandoning the shih tzu in the bushes, Vortex had revealed that he had a brand new costume for Fireflight alone! It was all white, and shimmery, with pretty flower cuffs and neck collar and even a flower belt. And the wings! Oh, the wings! They were sheer, pink wings coated in copious amounts of glitter and they practically fluttered with every movement Fireflight made. Changing his old, ruined costume for this new one, the sparkling's tears dried up and he was giggling and prancing about again, in utter joy over Vortex's thoughtful gift.
And it didn't stop there either!
When Fireflight eventually made it back to the street and knocked on the few doors still giving out candy, before he had time to get upset again that he had missed out on a lot of the trick-or-treating, a shadow had charitably dropped off a giant bag of goodies for the autodog at the spot where he was supposed to wait for his brothers to pick him up.
Fuel tanks doing little flip-flops and spark whirling madly in his chestplates, the sparkling found himself starting to like Vortex more and more, and he swore he'd thank his friend later for his wonderful gifts.
"Hey Fireflight! How's it... woah. Big load you got there."
Turning at the call, Fireflight skipped over to Skydive and Air Raid, throwing his arms around the red mech's legs and hugging tightly. "Hi Ar-ra! Hi See-dee! I had so much fun tonight! I want to go trick-or-treating again next year! Can I? Can I? Can I, pleeeeeease?"
Skydive smiled wryly, bending down and patting the smaller shih tzu's helm. "Well, we'll see, alright? Halloween is a year away, after all," the youngling pointed out. Fireflight attempted to put on his best puppy dog pout, but both his brothers merely laughed, shaking their helms. "Come on, we must get back now. You still have school in the morning," Skydive said.
"And I think we'll need some time to sort through your stash before bed too," Air Raid slyly interjected.
"Oh yeah!," Fireflight chirped, spinning around before skipping down the sidewalk merrily. Skydive and Air Raid merely watched him for a moment; the red mech reaching down and grabbing the sack of candy, almost as big as their younger brother, and slinging it over one shoulder plating.
"... I don't remember," Skydive mumbled, leaning closer to the other shih tzu as they started after the happy sparkling, "Is that the same costume you bought Fireflight?"
"...honestly, I have no idea..."
Title: Late Night Out
Rating: M
Summary: Vortex returns home late
Sometimes, Blast Off wondered why he even opened his big mouth.
"...you're happy," he deadpanned as Vortex strutted through the back door, lip components stretched in a slag-eating grin and humming some primus-awful, cheery tune.
"Indeed I am," the lynx purred. "Interested?"
Blast Off debated on whether or not to answer that question.
At that very moment, Onslaught decided to walk into the kitchen as well. Seeing the cheerful state of his third son, he grumbled, "Let me guess. You went out 'trick-or-treating' too?"
Vortex giggled, clapping his servos together gleefully. "Oh, right you are daddy-o! And I had myself a good ol' time too. Sucked some lollipops, nibbled some gummies, ate some pudding cups..." The lynx purred, his grin turning downright lewd. "I had myself some very delicious sugar snacks."
"...room, now," the serval pointed, one servo pinching at the bridge of his olfactory sensor as he tried to refrain from kicking his son in his codpiece. Humming again, the grey mech obediently skipped from the kitchen, dancing upstairs and to his room.
Once he was out of hearing range, Blast Off asked, "High grade or Vosian grade?"
"Neither," Onslaught grumbled tiredly. "Just give me the pitcher of rocket fuel beneath the cupboard, behind the bleach."
Turning, the siamese bent to retrieve the requested item as his sire collapsed into one of their new kitchen chairs.
Title: Arts and Crafts
Rating: PG
Summary: Fireflight makes a gift during class
"Alright everyone; settle down now," the teacher said, speaking a little loudly to be heard over the din. The sparklings continued to babble for a few astroseconds longer, before they all fell silent and obediently turned to face their teacher. Pleased with the response, the femme continued. "Now, I hope everyone's finished their Valentine Day cards -you have all worked very hard on them- but now it's time to give them to your friends. When I blow the whistle, you can all get up and put your valentines in each others' bags. Okay?"
"Okay," piped the children.
Smiling, the teacher blew softly into her whistle, and immediately the sparklings jumped to their pedes and started winding around the room; talking and giggling as they dropped a valentine into each of the bags seated on all of the desks. It took a moment for the femme to realize that she couldn't see one helm among the others, and confused, she glanced around the room. She was somewhat surprised to see Fireflight still seated at the crafts table.
"Fireflight, sweetie," the femme started kindly as she came up behind the shih tzu, "What are you doing? You're supposed to be giving your valentines to your classmates."
"O-oh!" Fireflight's helm snapped up as he was suddenly addressed, looking back at his teacher slightly embarrassed. "I...I already gave them my valentines, m-miss."
She was shocked by that. "Oh? So what are you doing then dear?" The femme leaned forward a little, to catch a glimpse of what the sparkling was up to. She wasn't too sure if she should be surprised or not that he was working on yet another valentine -this one obviously different from the rest he had made earlier. Smiling softly, she turned her gaze back to the little mech, saying, "Is this for someone special?"
Fireflight's cheekplates darkened with his blush and he dropped his gaze shyly; a happy, little smile still tugging at his lip components though. "Y-yes," he answered, glancing at his unfinished card. "I-i'm almost done! I promise I won't take much longer!"
The teacher giggled, patting the shih tzu's helm. "It's alright, Fireflight. You can stay and finish your card while I take everyone else out for recess."
The sparkling's optics lit up in joy and he turned about in his seat, hugging the femme's legs. "T-thank you miss! Thank you ever so much!"
"Just don't take too long now," she warned lightly, patting the student's helm again and turning away from the table. She blew her whistle to get the other sparklings' attention, before clapping her servos and declaring that it was recess time. At once, everyone rushed for the door, eager to get outside and play, except for the one tiny autodog who stayed behind to finish his special valentine.
Title: For his own good
Rating: PG
Summary: Blast Off intervenes
"...what are you doing here?"
The little autodog on their front porch jumped at the question, whirling around on the spot and facing the siamese as he lightly ascended the steps. It didn't take long for Blast Off to recognize his brother's favourite toy, and it took even less time for him to become somewhat annoyed.
"Why are you here?," he repeated coldly, not all concerned about the shih tzu's discomfort.
Fireflight repeatedly lifted his helm and dropped it again, before finally keeping his chin tucked in and his gaze fixed to the floor. "I-i-i-i...," he stuttered, clutching the paper card to his chestplates tightly. "I-i, uh, w-wanted to..."
The sparkling's cheekplates darkened with a blush and he fell quiet entirely.
The kittycon scowled disdainfully upon the smaller 'bot. "Vortex is not here, nor should you be," he said, walking past the sad autodog and pulling his house keys out from his coat pocket. "I suggest you leave before my sire returns home- he does not take kindly to children loitering about."
"O-oh, b-but I... I wanted to give V-vortex this!"
Blast Off inclined his helm to the shih tzu, his gaze narrowing as he stared down at the card thrust out to him. Fireflight was looking up at him anxiously, fidgeting as the siamese continued to do nothing but stare, eventually pushing the card against the older mech's frame, babbling quickly, "I-i'll go now s-so I d-don't get you in trouble, b-but please give th-this to Vortex! I-it's important!", before the sparkling turned and tore down the driveway.
Grasping the card with two claws, the kittycon lifted it up to his optics, snorting as he took in the childishly drawn hearts and flowers and glitter spattered across the front of the paper. If it wasn't for the fact that he had given Cosmos something this very orn, Blast Off could have very well forgotten that today was Valentine's Day. A stupid holiday for stupid people... and this sparkling was probably the biggest fool of all.
Walking into the house, the mech headed straight for the kitchen, opening one of the lower cupboards and dropping the card into the trash.
He felt nothing as he closed the door and turned to leave the room. After all, this was for Fireflight's own good.
Title: Cuddle
Rating: T
Summary: Fireflight gets a surprise
There was something warm against his back. That was the first thing the sparkling registered as he slowly began to wake, shifting a little and curling into his sheets. Normally he was well and warm when he went to sleep, but this was different than usual. This was stranger...
Something wormed under his blankets, stroking down a thigh, and terrified, Fireflight gasped, twisting about in his berth. He was immediately pinned to the mattress by the servo covering his mouth. "Hush, snowflake," Vortex cooed, looking down on the shih tzu, "You look as if you've seen a ghost."
Slowly, the fingers retracted from the autodog's face, tracing down his neck cables and drawing little patterns onto his chestplates. "B-but...," Fireflight mumbled, torn and perplexed, "M-my brothers..." He glanced to the side, seeing that both Air Raid and Slingshot's berths were empty.
"No need to fret, cutie," Vortex purred, bending down and licking at the sparkling's neck. "The older ones went out to do a little shopping, and that loud one is just downstairs getting the mail. They didn't want to wake you up when you were looking so precious in recharge."
The news surprised him a little. Turning his attention back to Vortex, the shih tzu shyly said, "B-but... y-you'll get in t-trouble if S-slingshot s-sees you..."
The kittycon chuckled, canting his helm to the side and propping it against one fist. "Concerned about my well-being, snowflake? I'm touched. But you know, it'd be hard for a virtuous mech not to want to crawl into berth with you and molest your delectable lil' frame as you slept... And I'm not virtuous."
Fireflight tried not to whimper as the servo at his chestplates dipped lower, tracing down his hip line before sliding around and groping at his tail. Though he didn't understand what Vortex had just said, it still did not change the fact that the lynx had willingly climbed into berth with him and now lay simply beside the autodog -touching, yes, but not interfacing. Something that was unusual in the sparkling's processor when he associated 'berth' and 'Vortex' together. Perhaps this meant that the grey mech had liked his Valentine card?
Spark whirling joyfully at the thought, Fireflight rolled into Vortex's chestplates, snuggling closer, to the kittycon's surprise. "I love you Vortex," the sparkling mumbled softly, his smiling face pressed tightly into the other's shirt.
He missed the stunned expression that came over Vortex's face and the way that the lynx had fallen oddly silent at his little confession.
Title: Trash
Rating: PG
Summary: Vortex takes out the garbage
Poking at one dented cheekplate, the lynx dragged the kitchen garbage out behind him as he stalked around the side of the house, heading for the garbage cans sitting on the street curb. Fascinated with the different points of pain he could create by pressing against certain areas, Vortex wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing, so when the garbage bag snagged on a rock, it tore, spilling trash all over the front yard.
"Slag...," Vortex grumbled, looking over his shoulder plating at the mess. He really didn't want to clean this up, but he'd already pissed Onslaught off enough times this orn. Anymore, and his sire really would send him to solitary confinement in the middle of nowhere.
Scowling, the kittycon lowered himself to the ground and began to grab everything with one servo, throwing it back into the bag through the tear in its side. He paused though when he noticed something bright red peeking out from beneath some peels. Vortex grabbed the mysterious item, shaking off the rest of the waste and bringing the now confirmed card towards himself, studying its crumbled form and the glitter half-melted off of the front.
"Snowflake...?," he mumbled to himself confused, recognizing the familiar scrawl. Quickly, the lynx peeled the ruined card open, his visor flashing as he read the words within. He was silent for a moment once he was done, his expression blank, before he tucked the crumpled valentine away; scowl darkening and glare turning up to the house.
Title: Confrontation
Rating: M
Summary: Things get a little tenser in the kittycon house
Blast Off avoided the punch as it came, hearing plaster crack and crumble as the fist went soaring past his helm and into the wall behind him. At the growl that followed next, he lowered his book, eyeing his younger brother disinterestedly. "...yes?"
"Don't 'yes' me, you pompous mutt-fragger!," Vortex hissed back, hackles risen. "You've been trying to keep my snowflake away from me, haven't you?!"
"I believe at this point and time, you are the only one 'fragging a mutt'," Blast Off coolly pointed out, turning and continuing down the hall again. He was forced to stop when his book was next punched out of his servos and he was shoved against the wall.
"You let Fireflight out of my room that one time, didn't you?," the lynx snarled, pressing in close to the siamese. "I thought it was weird, what with all my passwords and him being such a good, obedient, little sparkling... And no one else would dare go upstairs to my room. I bet you threw out that card I saw in the trash too, huh?"
The brown mech refrained from commenting on that last bit. "You mean if father had been the one to find him first, you'd have been beaten to a pulp and that autodog never to return," Blast Off shot back, his fangs bared as he began to lose his patience. "You seem to think that I care whether or not I upset you with the things I do, when the reality of the situation is I refuse to let my own reputation be tarnished because of your sick, deprived hobbies."
"As if your any better, Mr. Anti-Social. Maybe I'm not as discrete about my quirks as you are," Vortex sneered, "But don't even think for a second that you're actually better than us, Blast Off. What would your beloved mutt think if he knew that you're nothing but a cold, ruthless killer with a long trail of bodies behind you... and no guilt or remorse to speak of? Hmm?"
The siamese's optics narrowed and he lashed out, snapping under Vortex's guard to grab at the other kittycon's throat before slamming him into the opposite wall. They rattled with the force of the impact, and the light fixtures above clattered loudly in response.
"No fighting in the house!," shouted Onslaught from downstairs.
The two mechs did not reply, glaring at each other darkly; Blast Off pressing hard against Vortex's throat, and the other kittycon holding the tip of a short dagger along his brother's stomach plating. Claws tightening a smidge, the siamese inched a little closer, his optics mere slits as he stared into his brother's disgusting face. "You stay away from him, or I shall do more than simply send the sparkling home every time he foolishly comes looking for you."
"I'd like to see you try," the lynx hissed, his smile twisting upwards sharply.
Blast Off squeezed tighter, growling as the dagger dug deeply into his plating, sending a sharp pain across his sensory grid. "I grow tired of your games, ingrate," the older mech snarled lowly, ignoring the blade as it pressed deeper. "Come anywhere near my mech and I shall kill you -this is not some light threat. The consequences will outweigh the sick enjoyment you get from tormenting that child."
The red visor flashed and the siamese bit his bottom lip component sharply as the dagger was thrust further into his plating, cutting the sensitive wiring underneath. "I'll never stop," Vortex growled hoarsely from his position against the wall. "Fireflight is mine to play with until I decide I don't want to anymore! Interfere again and your lover-mutt will be my next target."
Quickly, the lynx twisted his blade just as his brother's optics flared in rage; a roar escaping Blast Off in pain, as he crushed Vortex's neck cables tightly, punching the other kittycon with his free servo. Holding back the rest of his curses and snarls that wanted to escape him, the siamese let the shorter mech drop to the ground, before turning around, scooping up his book and stalking off to his room. Only pained coughing filled the now silent hallway as Vortex pushed himself up into a sitting position slowly, his visor chipped and small flakes of the red glass dropping to the floor.
"Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posie," he sing-songed through his damaged vocalizer, cackling softly as he rubbed at his bruised neck cables, "Hush-ah, hush-ah, we all fall down..." The insane grin had yet to leave the lynx's face, even as he watched Blast Off disappear behind his slamming berthroom door.
