Fandom: Transformers IDW AU with a dose of Bayverse and G1
Author: gatekat, starsheild on LJ
Pairing: Drift/Windswept
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: AU, Slash, Sticky
Summary:
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page (gatekat-fics .livejournal. com/290 .html). We draw from a ton of amazing stories and authors you should read.
Notes: nanoklik = 1/8 second; klik = 496 nanokliks/62 seconds; breem = 8 kliks/8.27 minutes; groon = 9 breem/1.24 hours; joor = 6 groon/7.44 hours; orn = 42 joor/13.02 days; decaorn = 32 orns/1.14 years; metacycle = 8 decaorn/9.22 years; vorn = 9 metacycles/72 decaorn/83 years ::text:: comm chatter
~text~ hardline/bond chatter

Honors Demands 21: Progress

Windswept marked the place in the history he was reading, laying the datapad aside and stretching as he stood. Most of the morning had been devoted to straightening up the quarters he shared with Drift, a simple task considering that neither of had amassed much in the way of possession to clutter the space with since their arrival seven metacycles ago. Most likely a leftover trait from sharing a small ship for so long, though Drift had never been much on collecting things.

Done and finding himself free to do as he pleased, the bookfile and a cube of energon seemed a good distraction from the fact that he was alone in their quarters. It had taken several decaorns of prodding before Drift had even agreed to consider leaving Windswept alone, and even then had been very specific that he was not going to attempt it until Wing had free time as well. That way if Windswept did start to panic the white jet was just next door, and a more than acceptable presence to calm the panic before it spiraled out of hand.

The simple stubbornness and insistence on a backup plan for Windswept's security made the blue mech smile inside. His mate cared for him, about him. Light fingers brushed across the circular marker on his chest, feeling the raised designation glyphs and the single word that united them.

He walked over to the balcony, one designed for easy modification to a flier's residence and rested against the sturdy railing to look out over the gleaming city that was home now. He was relaxing, enjoying the view and the citizens going about their daily lives, when he heard the door slide open.

Windswept turned to look, a small frown of confusion on his face. There was only a handful of mecha with the code to these rooms.

Drift was not supposed to be back until far later in the orn, his training taking up most of his time while recharging and refueling occupied the rest. Wing had the codes as well, and now that he thought about it Windswept would not put it past the white jet to sneak over and check on him.

The flash of white didn't tell him who, but the pedefall did. It was Drift's heavier steps.

"Windswept?"

And Drift's voice, laced with concern and stress that had built for joors.

"Here." The blue mech answered instantly, concern speeding his own steps as he made his way back inside and crossed the room to snuggle into Drift's arms. "What happened? I didn't think they would let you go until late," he said, taking in the quickly dissipating stress from Drift's frame and field.

"I was too wound up, worried that you weren't ready," he admitted quickly before catching Windswept's mouth in a kiss that expressed all the desire and concern that had consumed Drift since he left before dawn. "They gave me a half joor to get my processors set to rights."

The blue mech purred gently, calm and at ease. "I am here, and I am well." He stretched up to claim another kiss from his mate, pushing contentment and affection at Drift so that the other mech could feel the truth of his words.

Quickly buried was the guilt that Windswept felt for interfering with Drift's training. "Will you be able to concentrate now?"

"Yes," Drift kissed him again, wrapping his arms around his mate to stroke down his back. "But I still have half a joor," he purred, his field wrapping around Windswept in open desire to share more than a hug and kiss.

"So you do." Windswept agreed as he melted against the larger mech, a small smile on his lips and a teasing edge in his voice. "Is there something you can think of that will help you focus on your training?"

"Listening to you cry out in overload as mine hits," Drift rumbled, already running hot as he tugged his mate towards the berthroom. "Love to hear your pleasure."

The answering arousal and desire in Windswept's field, still a recent development, revealed just what the blue mech thought of that method of passing the time. Blue optics sparkled. "Think I might be able to help with that."

"Good," Drift claimed a fiery kiss before falling onto the berth, dragging Windswept down with him, then under him with Drift's knee between his legs. "Your arousal's so good," he moaned at the sensations weaving between their fields. Sensations only intensified by the honest willingness of the mech beneath him, devoid of fear and reservation. Encouraging hands roamed over white armor, Windswept ignoring the cosmetic damage that was a constant on his mate now in favor of playing with sensitive joints and seams.

A low, encouraging moan escaped Drift. It had been so long, too long, since he'd had the energy or time to spare for interfacing. Even now there wasn't the time or energy to spare to truly relish his mate.

Drift's spike cover snapped open, driven by arousal and the knowledge that their overloads would have to come quickly.

Windswept's valve was already bared, a reflection of the blue mech's own eager state. Healing had led to eventually missing the way things had once been, feelings that he carefully kept to himself. He could not be that selfish of Drift's time and attention when Drift was working to improve himself .

It only meant that when there were moments like this they were all the sweeter. "Yours." He stated, catching Drift in kiss they both moaned into as Drift rolled his hips forward, sinking his spike deep in a single smooth thrust.

Bliss rippled through the blue mech's field, the pleasure spreading to be shared with his mate. Wanting, perhaps a little selfishly, to be taken, reminded that he was desired. His mate eagerly responded to the desire, his own selfish needs to know he could still satisfy his mate rolling to the surface.

It was a state where they both willingly surrendered to their base desires and chased overload with a relentless passion.

It was relief, to stop thinking and simply feel without worry. Love, desire, and knowing that you were wanted on top of the physical pleasure.

Blue hands worked over Drift's frame, their owner having learned what touches worked best to excite and drive his lover. Soft whimpers and moans escaped Windswept with each thrust, the verbal evidence that Drift so liked of just how good it felt to his mate.

Soft hisses of pleasure, approval and appreciation escaped Drift regularly. It wasn't even a thought for him, simply part of what interfacing with Windswept was. It made the blue mech feel better and that was reason enough to do it.

Whimpers gave way to begging, semi-coherent pleading as charge built, sparking between the two. Blue hips rolled up, begging for more that was granted with stronger thrusts. Drift's hands tightened around Windswept's shoulders as his cries became near-desperate groaning grunts. So close. They were both so close.

It was Windswept who lost control first, calling out Drift's designation as his frame locked, valve clenching down. The charge surging through his frame was pure bliss. While unable to think about it, the grunting roars Drift let out with each thrust until he bellowed his overload and flooded Windswept's valve with hot transfluid ratcheted up Windswept's overload as well.

Sated and content, Windswept fell back on the berth. His vents whined, still trying to cool his systems as he recovered, finally finding the strength to nuzzle at Drift affectionately.

"Thank you," Drift murmured, his vents pumping out hot air as he relaxed from the intense pleasure and release of overload. He tilted his helm to kiss his mate, so much tension drained from his frame.

Windswept purred into the kiss, warm and relaxed from where he was pinned under Drift's lax frame. He nuzzled at Drift's cheek. "Love you."

"Love you," Drift murmured. It was still an uneasy statement for him to verbalize, but one that was coming more easily as he spent time in the safety of New Crystal City and Wing.

The words earned him a delighted purr as Windswept's fingers smoothed over his armor, loving and affectionate touches of contentment. Drift's time wasn't long, but the blue mech was bound and determined to enjoy every bit of it. Drift was as well, but he was also still in the mood to push limits from his training.

With a light rock of his hips he claimed Windswept's mouth, exploring it fully before drawing back slightly. "Up for trying something ... fairly new?"

"Mmmm...With you?" Windswept smiled, optics brightening a little. "I'm listening."

"Yes, with me," Drift chuckled, drawing his hips back and thrusting forward lazily. "You suck me off, while I do it to you."

There was a moment of hesitation as Windswept considered the idea, the small waves of pleasure from his valve making it difficult to concentrate fully. Then he nodded, reaching up to catch Drift's helm for a kiss.

"Sounds like fun."

"Good," Drift purred, his engine revving even as his field betrayed that he was pushing himself as much as Windswept with the idea. Not that it was a surprise. Not even Wing got oral from Drift often, and it was always something that required being careful with the white grounder. Too many memories of being forced to be wiped clean quickly.

Smoothly Drift pulled out of his mate and shimmied around so he was facing Windswept's spike cover and his own, still pressurized spike was in front of Windswept's lips. With a slight shiver of anticipation, good and bad, Drift kissed the panel in front of him, trying to draw on the actions he'd been forced to learn without the memories of how he'd come by the knowledge.

Lips closed gently over the tip of Drift's spike, glossa teasing the tip as Windswept sought to settle his mate and himself. Hands smoothed over hip joints, soothing and grounding until the cover of his own spike slid back.

A soft moan escaped Drift as he willingly let himself sink into the pleasure. His glossa slid out to circle Windswept's spike housing, trying to encourage the sensitive length out.

Almost reluctantly the blue mech's spike began to pressurize, Windswept whimpering softly around Drift's spike as his field reached out to tangle with Drift's, grounding him in the added presence of his mate. He felt Drift doing the same, both of them needing the reassurance about who they were with.

Drift's lips were gentle, his glossa caressing, his oral cavity warm and welcoming. It was slow too, the movements of someone who wanted, but wasn't so sure about how.

Understanding, and slowly Windswept ran his glossa around the tip of the spike before sinking lower, tension easing as he drew on old memories, pleasant memories of making Drift moan and reducing the white grounder to a lump of sated mech.

Glossa caressing, he sucked lightly, almost teasing as he relearned what made his mate shiver and moan with pleasure.

All the while Drift was simply learning, working through a corner of his own pain. He knew mechanics, what pressure felt good, what to do with his glossa, but before Wing he'd always done it while someone he didn't want to pleasure had his helm in hand. Still, he used some of that technical skill to coax shivers and moans from Windswept, each vibration causing him to shiver and moan as well.

Gradually they both worked until their mate was trembling with pleasure and they'd taken the other's spike as deep as it could go.

Drift licked the sensitive underside and flexed his intake, mimicking a valve as he drew back.

The surge of sheer pleasure that flared in Windswept's at the action flooded his field, freezing the blue mech for a moment before he remembered what he was doing and focused again.

Shifting slightly, he mimicked Drift's motion, humming as he drew back until just the tip of the spike was teased by his glossa before sliding back to take him in again in a smooth motion.

Around Windswept's spike, Drift moaned deeply and pushed his face down, taking the spike in deeply once more. He swallowed repeatedly, massaging the spike with his intake while his glossa stroked and rubbed.

Any reservations were long gone, lost under the feelings of both mechs as they moaned. Windswept's fingers moved, sliding into joints to stroke the sensitive wiring underneath in time with the motion of his intake and glossa, wanting to feel Drift's pleasure.

It wasn't long before Drift went from feeling good to feeling close. With a shudder he drew back, allowing Windswept's spike to slide from his mouth as his field pulsed with his building need.

His actions drew a small whimper from the blue mech at the loss, forgotten by Windswept as soon as the need registered. With a purr of pleasure that came from simply pleasing he gripped Drift's hips as he squeezed and sucked with each motion of his helm in something he would only do for Drift.

A sharp cry, then a grunt and Drift's entire frame crackled with his overload. As cables tightened his back arched, pushing his spike deeper into Windswept's mouth as a second grunt came with an explosion of transfluid from the tip. Experience kept the small mech from choking or even faltering as he continued to work his mate's spike through Drift's overload, transfluid sliding easily down his intake.

He drew back as the tension left Drift's frame, glossa meticulously removing any evidence of the pleasure he had just caused the white mech.

For a long moment Drift simply rested there, allowing the pleasure to flow and ebb until he had control of his frame back. Only when he was sure he wouldn't bite his mate did he lower his helm to pick up where he'd left off. As he took Windswept's spike into his mouth he retracted his own. As good as it felt, he knew he didn't have the time or spare energy for a third round. He had many joors worth of tedious practice left before he was truly free for the day.

Windswept moaned at the return of the pleasure, reaching up to caress Drift's sides and hips as his helm fell back on the berth. He felt Drift smile around his spike as the sucking, intake flexing and bobbing to stimulate every node picked.

Even the feel of Drift's pleasure at his own was a turn on, Windswept's hips attempting to move into the rare sensations caressing his spike as the charge built. Free to speak now, each motion around his spike drew another sound from the blue mech. He felt through their fields how much Drift enjoyed those sounds, how much they helped him right now.

Drift sealed his lips around the base of the spike and sucked, his intake squeezing and working to draw more cries, to pull Windswept all the way into overload.

A keen of bliss that cut out to static was his reward when the blue mech overloaded, grabbing on to Drift to anchor himself as he thrust up, frame quivering with the release of built up energy as transfluid erupted from his spike. Drift swallowed most of it, though more than a few globs dribbled out as he drew back.

With a satisfied rumble Drift lifted his helm and made a smooth turn to put him against Windswept's side with their helms close enough for a kiss.

It took longer for Windswept to regain control, turning clumsily to kiss his and moaning softly at the taste of tansfluid and Drift. "Thank you." he finally managed, vocalizer still staticky as it reset.

"We both needed that," Drift smiled and settled for a few breems of actual rest, his optics dimming quickly. "Felt good," he murmured softly.

"Good." Windswept agreed, kissing him again softly before nuzzling the white mech's helm as he checked the time. "Recharge for a bit. I'll wake you when you need to leave." He promised quietly, snuggling close.

Drift hummed, already mostly shut down. Still, his field brushed against Windswept's in thanks for the promise Drift had no doubt would be kept.