C.M.D: Once more, we've got Vortex and Fireflight stories. Fireflight has aged some, but he is still a minor and Vortex is still a creep. Everything here has been censored, but if you'd like, the full versions are available via any of the links on my profile.
Title: Happy
Rating: PG
Summary: What defines happiness?
The siamese took him up to the very last room at the end of the hallway. Not saying a word, the kittycon opened the door, gently leading the autodog to go in first. Fireflight did and found himself gaping in wonder. It was such a big room, bigger than he'd ever had before, with walls painted in a warm, sunny yellow and white trimming on the floorboards and sill. A delicate crib, set low for the sparkling, was positioned near the large window, right in the path of a beam of sunlight. A change station, a quaint chest of toys and even a small berth accompanied the crib.
Smiling in joy, Fireflight padded further into the room, cradling Breakdown carefully as he inspected and touched each of the new and amazing things. "I-is... is this all for us?," he asked, turning his helm back to Blast Off, who remained standing in the doorway.
The brown mech nodded.
"We discovered you were carrying... Our sire decided to make the appropriate changes to accommodate."
"I see...," the shih tzu hummed in response to the flat answer. He sat down in the rocking chair beside the crib, shifting the blankets so that Breakdown would be more visible. Skydive and Silverbolt had told him lots of times before that he had to keep the bornling hidden away, but in this bright, big room, Fireflight wanted nothing more than to share this sense of serenity and peace with his son.
"That big mech... he likes See-Dee a lot, doesn't he?," Fireflight said, turning his helm back to Blast Off. The siamese had quietly entered the room now, and was fixing things around the place so they would be more convenient for the sparkling. At the question, he stopped what he was doing, twisting his helm to glance coolly at the autodog. "He says he's going to take care of us now. Are See-Dee and him going to get married too?"
Blast Off nodded slowly. "Our sire -Onslaught- cares for your brother deeply. They had planned to get bonded previously."
Fireflight giggled a little at the answer, turning his merry expression down to the freshly-waking bornling. "Does that mean Onslaught is a grampa?"
The siamese was hesitant to reply. "...Yes," he eventually said, watching as the sparkling's optics glowed in delight.
"I guess that means you're my new brother and Breakdown's uncle too," the white mech beamed, looking up at the kittycon. "I like that. I never had a big family before." Fireflight turned his gaze to the gently cooing bornling, who purred and clicked for his carrier's attention. "I think we're going to like it here a lot, Breakdown. I bet we'll be very happy."
Blast Off said nothing, standing mute as he watched over the little shih tzu, in the soft sunlight of afternoon, almost displaced by the simple purity and love radiating from the sparkling.
Title: Discord
Rating: T
Summary: A shadow returns...
It wasn't hard to undo the lock.
Three astroseconds and the bolt was undone; another five to step inside and check that the security alarms were disabled. It was all so... simple. Making a face at how childishly easy this all was, the mech strode casually through the kitchen, heading for the fridge. He promptly opened it up, browsing its contents quickly, his red visor flashing in delight at all the delectable dishes within. Quickly, green fingers grabbed various things; popping them into his mouth with a satisfied slurp, grabbing the milk container last and drinking straight from the jug.
The suburbs: so graciously stacked with goods... and so beautifully empty during the orns. It was perfect hunting grounds for mechs like him.
A thump echoed softly upstairs. Helm turned up to the ceiling, the stranger smirked viciously, putting the milk back into the fridge and sneaking through the house and to the staircase. Yes, perfect hunting grounds indeed, especially if there was a housewife or two left by their lonesome for him to... satisfy other urges. His tail swept back and forth in anticipation as he reached the second landing, striding predatorily down the hallway to where he smelled a sweet scent. It moistened his taste buds with its delicious aroma, but something nagged faintly at the back of his processor.
The scent seemed almost familiar...
The doorknob was turning as he neared the last door in the hallway. Grinning, he waited and watched as his unsuspecting victim opened the door. Humming met his audios first before white filled his vision; broken only by brilliant, blue optics that flashed as they turned and caught sight of the intruder.
"V-vortex...?"
The lynx pounced at the sound of his name, knocking Fireflight to the floor and pinning him there. "Fireflight," he purred, nudging open the shih tzu's thighs with one knee as he lowered his face to the sparkling. "What a pleasant surprise... I was just thinking how delicious you smelled."
A hot glossa snaked out, licking at the autodog's neck cables, causing Fireflight to gasp and writhe. "W-wait... Vortex!," he whimpered, bucking up when Vortex nipped him. The lynx growled slightly at the plea.
"But precious, lil' snowflake," he cooed, pulling back an inch and staring hypnotically down into the other's large, puzzled optics, "I haven't seen you in forever it seems. Where did you run off to, hmm? And what is a cutie like yourself doing here?"
"I feel like you were almost gift-wrapped for me. Here I am, aching for some company... and there you are, smelling sweet and looking just as scrumptious as the last time I saw you. I bet you're-"
The sound of a bornling whimpering interrupted the lynx. His grip gone slack, Fireflight wriggled out from under the frozen Vortex, heading back into the room he had just been leaving only kliks before. The kittycon watched as the shih tzu hurried across the nursery, heading directly to the crib where a tiny bornling lay on its back; tiny paws waving in the air for its carrier.
"It's okay, Bedo," Fireflight hushed gently, reaching inside and pulling the mechling out, "It's alright. Mommy's here now."
The hybrid gave one last, little whimper before calming as he was cradled in his carrier's arms. Smiling as Breakdown slipped easily back into recharge, Fireflight remembered that Vortex had come to see him. Beaming in joy, he turned to the door. "Vortex, I wa-"
The rest of his words tumbled off his glossa silently, finding that no kittycon stood in the doorway. In fact, there was no sign whatsoever that Vortex had even been there to begin with. Optics dimming, Fireflight walked to the little rocking chair set in one corner of the nursery, humming Breakdown a lullaby to fill the silence.
Title: Disgust
Rating: T
Summary: He does not approve of this new discovery
This couldn't be happening. A red visor glowed angrily in the tree, highlighting the leaves with its bloody light momentarily, before dimming once again. Hunched over and perched like a bird of prey, Vortex peered through the branches at the little autodog padding around the nursery not too far away from him.
Alright, he recalled, he'd grown tired of Fireflight. The mere thought of the sparkling had disgusted him at the time that he'd made his decision, so he'd tossed him aside without a second thought. He hadn't expected on the orn he'd rediscovered the shih tzu, to both be lusting for Fireflight again and to find out about the nasty little bonus waiting for him.
A bornling...
The lynx's upper lip component curled contemptuously; his fists clenching the bark tightly as he watched Fireflight finish changing the hybrid, before rubbing olfactory sensors with the slagging thing. Slaggit... they even giggled together.
This was not what he would have had expected to happen, if Vortex could even bother to think how things might have played out, and he certainly wasn't impressed with the results. Every single moment of Fireflight's orn, every thought, every smile, every bit of his time and joy -given, no, poured, on that weak, pathetic little scraplet. Fireflight was his, a part of him snarled viciously, and yet that slagging freak had to steal all of the shih tzu's attention.
Vortex resolutely pushed aside the fact that the spawn was also his own. He felt no connection to the brat and would have no qualms about drowning him the first chance he got. But how to do it...
The kittycon leaned back on the branch, seething in jealousy as he continued to watch Fireflight through the window across from him -scheming and plotting away, trying to work around this new obstacle in his path.
Title: Fright
Rating: PG
Summary: He gets a horrible scare
Breakdown cooed as Fireflight changed his diaper. Giggling brightly, the shih tzu rubbed olfactory sensors with his son, smiling warmly as the hybrid grabbed his cheekplates with his tiny servos. "Mommy loves you too, Bedo," he said, kissing the bornling quickly before scooping Breakdown up and crossing the room for his crib. He spun gently, humming a merry tune, to the delight of his son.
"Come now; it's time for a nap," Fireflight announced, laying Breakdown in his crib. Purple optics peered up at him sadly, arms waving, wanting to be held longer. The autodog smiled wryly at the gesture. "No, no, no Bedo. You have to go to sleep -it's important you take your nappy. Otherwise you'll be too tired for your walk later."
The hybrid seemed to pout at these words. Fireflight giggled again, grabbing the bornling's blanket and covering his tiny frame with it. "Oh!," the shih tzu exclaimed in surprise, "Oh no, Bedo! Your dolly's not here... It must still be in the bathroom. Mommy will be right back."
Kissing Breakdown's helm, he quickly turned around and skipped from the room to gather the bornling's plushie. Finding the little insect-shaped doll by the bathroom sink -a gift from Air Raid- Fireflight paused, holding the plushie in his servos while his thoughts wandered.
...He missed Vortex...
The sparkling had been missing him for months, but the ache in his spark had grown since the last couple orns, when the lynx had surprised him within his own home. Why had Vortex left so quickly? Why didn't he stay? Questions, hundreds, millions of them, swarmed his processor; choking the autodog with their lack of answers and tightening around his frail spark like a giant claw with the doubts that they created.
"...w-where... where are you, Vortex?," the shih tzu whimpered softly to himself, "W-why don't you come b-back?"
Pushing all the tears and dark thoughts aside for the moment, Fireflight lifted his helm, padding back for the nursery with a smile on his face. "Breakdown, mommy's- B-breakdown?!," Fireflight cried in alarm, walking into the room only to find the crib overturned and the bornling nowhere in sight.
Dropping the doll, the autodog ran across the room, moving the crib and throwing the blanket aside in a frenzy, hiccuping and wheezing as it became more and more obvious that the hybrid was gone. "B-breakdown!" Crumbling to his knees, the sparkling slowly curled towards the floor while his servos lifted towards his flooding optics, a little whimper escaping him. "N-not... not my B-bedo too... p-please... I-i..."
A distressed whimper echoed loudly in the room, but Fireflight realized that it hadn't come from him. Whipping his helm up and about in confusion, the shih tzu was surprised to find Breakdown sitting in the doorway of the room, reaching out for his carrier desperately. Gasping in overwhelming relief, Fireflight quickly scrambled up and across the room, picking the hybrid up and hugging him tightly to his chassis.
"B-breakdown... o-oh, Breakdown...," he sobbed, unable to keep the tears back any longer, "I-i thought... H-how did y-you...? Oh, o-oh... I-i'm so g-glad you're o-okay. M-mommy c-couldn't t-take it i-if y-you disappeared t-too..."
The bornling whimpered and sniffled, clutching tightly to Fireflight, trying to bury himself deeper in his carrier's arms. Slightly confused, the white mech still welcomed the harsh snuggling, humming and rocking the both of them back and forth as he placed butterfly kisses all over Breakdown's helm. Fireflight did not see the flash of red that glowed dimly from the shadowy doorway of Air Raid's room, nor the gentle whisper of motion as a part of the shadows turned and faded away.
Title: Return
Rating: T
Summary: Fireflight gets a guest
It was a bright and beautiful orn, so Fireflight was outside with Breakdown, trying to roll a ball back and forth with the bornling. Breakdown seemed interested enough in the game, but he kept falling forward each time he tried to push the ball back to his carrier, his face landing in the soft grass and causing him to whimper at every attempt. Trying not to giggle, the shih tzu picked the hybrid back up, kissing his cheekplates and rubbing olfactory sensors with his son to cheer him up.
"It's okay, Bedo. You'll get the hang of it eventually." At his words, Breakdown gurgled contently, nuzzling his carrier. Fireflight returned the affection ten-fold. "Hey," he whispered sweetly, looking into the bornling's optics, "You wanna-"
Rustling behind him interrupted the autodog before he could finish his question. Turning around quickly, Fireflight watched as a familiar lynx leaned out from the bushes, smug grin on his face as he licked icing off of his fingers. "Hello snowflake," Vortex purred, his visor dimming as it fixed entirely on the sparkling, "There was a birthday party a few houses down from you; had some sweet cake. But nothing as sweet as you."
"H-hi Vortex...," Fireflight mumbled back in reply, his arms tightening just a tad around Breakdown in his nervousness. The bornling clutched to his carrier, tears filling his optics quickly before he half-buried his face in the shih tzu's chestplates; hiding from the kittycon. Recalling that his was a perfect opportunity to finally introduce Breakdown to Vortex, Fireflight turned a little more, trying to get the hybrid to look at the lynx. "T-this... this is Breakdown, Vortex," the white mech shyly smiled, "He's o-our-"
"Son," came Vortex's flat reply. "Yes... I've heard."
The shih tzu couldn't help but to cock his helm at that. "How?," he asked, confused. "I wanted to go see you, since your daddy lives so close now... but you weren't there. No one will tell me where you are a-and..." Fireflight paused, shuttering his optics quickly to push the tears back. "Wh-where have you been, Vortex? Are you okay?"
The lynx was silent for an astrosecond. "Oh, I've been around," he smirked. He winced, momentarily, for some unknown reason, before he slowly started to reach for Fireflight. "In fact, I've..." Fireflight squeaked in surprise, quickly rolling him and Breakdown out of the way when the grey mech suddenly collapsed, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.
Petting Breakdown's helm to reassure the distressed bornling, the autodog slowly inched towards Vortex; kneeling at his side and roughly shaking the kittycon when he did not respond after a few astroseconds. "V-vortex? Vortex, a-are you alright?!" Fireflight eventually rolled him over, feeling along Vortex's neck cables, trying to find a pulse like the actors on t.v did. He got lucky; the lynx's pulse thrumming softly against his fingertips sluggishly.
Concerned, the sparkling studied his unconscious friend, noticing for the first time that Vortex did not look well. His visor had small fractures in it, mostly around the sides and there was a freshly-welded scar along his lip components. His plating seemed a little darker than usual and dinged pretty bad in some spots, and even his fur was slightly oily as Fireflight stroked the pointed ears. Overall, it looked like the kittycon had been in some pretty bad straits, and probably for a while.
"Did you not have a home Vortex? ...Is that why you look so bad?," Fireflight mumbled as he brushed his servos gently along the unconscious mech's cheekplates. A small, little whimper drew his attention; turning immediately, the autodog padded back to his bornling, scooping Breakdown up into his arms and shushing him as he slowly rocked the hybrid. "It's okay, Breakdown, it's alright. Daddy's going to be okay, he will be! L-let's... let's just get you back inside though, hmm? So mommy can try and get daddy in."
The hybrid mewled pitifully as he was deposited in his high chair in the kitchen and quickly left as his carrier hurried back out the door.
It took several kliks before Fireflight could even get Vortex to the kitchen door, most of which was just him panting and tugging weakly on the lynx's arm before he managed to drag him a few inches. Unable to pull him any further, the autodog eventually just gave up, running inside to wet a dish clothe and patting it gently along the kittycon's brow. Slowly, the red visor flickered back to life, a grey servo lashing up and grabbing his own.
"...Snowflake?," the low voice croaked uncertainly.
Fireflight tried not to look into Vortex's visor. "Y...you... you collapsed. I d-didn't... I mean, y-you look like you've b-been hurt a-and... and I w-wanted to h-help you so y-you'd feel bet-"
There was the flash of a sinister grin, before Fireflight found his lip components smashed into a hungry kiss; servos grabbing onto the kittycon's sweater as Vortex sat up and yanked him forwards. Swooning, the autodog whined softly, shuttering his optics dazedly as the lynx slowly pulled away; grinning still.
"Thank you for your kind words, snowflake," Vortex husked, mouthing the words barely against the sparkling's lip components. "Maybe I'll get you to make me feel better another time..."
Chuckling lowly, the kittycon then slipped away, disappearing over a fence, leaving a stunned and heavily blushing Fireflight sitting on the kitchen doorstep.
Title: Bath
Rating: M
Summary: The third times the charm
It was warm in the bathroom. Steam from earlier still clung to the mirrors and tiles, making the air a little thicker, but not uncomfortable to breathe. The lights seemed a tad dimmer, though they still glared warmly, and the lavender scent of the bubble bath formula combined to make a calm and relaxing setting.
Enjoying himself the rare moment, was Fireflight, who was currently piling the mountain of soap bubbles into vague castles, humming merrily while he did. There was a gentle creak behind him before a cool draft of air brushed chillingly across the shih tzu's shoulder plating. A shadow fell over him next.
"My, my, my... Enjoying yourself are we, snowflake?"
"V-vortex!," Fireflight gasped in surprise, twisting in the tub quickly to face the lynx. A red visor flashed brightly, that familiar grin quick to curl on the other's lip components. Shyly, the sparkling sank a little deeper into the water, blushing as he glanced away from Vortex. "I-i... I didn't k-know that you were c-coming ba-back...," he whispered.
"But of course," the kittycon purred, squatting by the tub's side; a servo dipping into the water and slowly stirring the bubbles. "I thought I'd pop in and check up on you, while your brothers and the little... one... were downstairs, watching t.v."
The fingers touched his thigh beneath the water and Fireflight couldn't help the little flinch he gave.
"Why do you ask...? Did you not want to see me?" Vortex's tone had gone a touch lower. The sparkling quickly looked up at the grey mech, reaching out with one servo and touching the kittycon's cheekplate gently.
"V-vortex... you, y-you don't look w-well," the shih tzu noted, looking deeply into the dimming visor. "D-do... do you w-want to take a bath? I-it'll make you f-feel better!"
The lynx was unresponsive for a couple astroseconds before that unholy smirk bloomed across his face. Feeling shivers run down his backstruts, the autodog pushed himself to the far side of the tub, optics down; listening as the older 'bot purred contently while stripping off his clothes before sinking into the tub alongside the sparkling.
"Thank you for the offer, snowflake," Vortex said, looming over Fireflight, starting to press the shih tzu into the side of the large basin. "Such a brilliant, perfect idea..."
"Y-you're... you're hurt!," the sparkling whimpered, both servos lifting and cupping Vortex's face as he peered up at the lynx, his optics glazed with coolant. "H-how?! Why?"
He spared a moment to glance back down at Vortex's chassis, sniffling at the spread of dents and scratches -old and new wounds that still weren't fully healed yet. "I-i'm so sorry that I had to go away, Vortex!," Fireflight sobbed, throwing his arms around the lynx's neck cables and burying his face there. "I-i didn't w-want to, b-but my brothers s-said I had to! N-now I c-come back, b-but you're ne-never home a-and y-you're h-hurt really bad a-and I'm s-sorry because i-it has to b-be all my fault a-and-"
The frozen kittycon slowly jumped into action, pulling Fireflight off and pinning him to the side of the tub. His red visor burned into the sparkling's optics; his lip components a flat, expressionless line. "Say it...," the grey mech commanded lowly, "Tell me why."
Fireflight broke off optic contact quickly, glancing down between their frames, his little mouth open in slight hesitance. "I-i... I missed you so m-much... I m-missed your t-touching, and y-your smiles, a-and h-how nice i-it felt when you h-hold me...," the soft voice confessed shyly, "...I t-tried not t-to be sad th-though, b-because I-i knew y-you'd come back... b-because I-i love y-you and you-"
That was it.
That's what he wanted to hear.
Snarling in triumph, Vortex cut off the rest of the Fireflight's words as he swooped in for a bruising kiss. Even on the edge of younglinghood, there was still a brightness, an optimism, a naivety and strong, child-like innocence that filled the shih tzu, contrasting against everything he had already gone through. And that hesitance... Oh, Primus!
Perfect, Vortex wanted to growl, as he got his bearings on the slippery tub. Absolutely perfect, that's what Fireflight was. His perpetual virgin. He'd chosen the kittycon as well, the foolish, unknowing little pup...
"Mmm... mine," the lynx purred against Fireflight's mouth, "All mine..."