On Primus' Side
AN: Well, after the torture I put the twins through last chapter, I decided to reward them. I thought about a brothel but I think I came up with something better.
And you all can thank STARLITDAWN for the early upload. All our constant messages really sparked my muse and I thought I'd give the readers a 'happy chapter' after that trauma of twin torture.
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"Hurry!" Sunstreaker hissed, motioning for his twin to join him in the shadows.
"I am!" Sideswipe bit back, his optics darting along the alley before he scrambled across the expanse to join his twin. "If you hadn't stolen that datapad!"
"I thought it was a financial pad," Sunstreaker offered, choosing to keep the stolen pad hidden in his subspace. "I thought we could hack it to get credits."
"Brilliant,' Sideswipe sneered in sarcasm. Sunstreaker glared in evil contempt.
Distant sounds of running pedes echoed into the confines of the alley, and like frightened glitch mice, the twins recoiled further into the shadows though the darkness did little to hide their bright paint scheme. A distinct mech voice called for a search, his lackeys giving the affirmative as they started to distribute and hunt for their thieving prey.
"Not good," Sideswipe breathed, turning and heading to the other end of the alley.
Sunstreaker sighed and followed, his steps just as light as his twins as to not attract unwanted attention. The alley split into two directions and Sideswipe pulled up, looking between the streets to find the best route to escape the Enforcers.
"Which way?" Sideswipe asked himself, looking left then right.
Sunstreaker sidestepped his brother and walked to the center of the parted alleys, his optics and audios on full alert. He pointed down the right alley and muttered, "Enforcers. Four."
"So, left it is," Sideswipe said, turning to run in the direction, but Sunstreaker grasped his arm before he could pass.
"Enforcers that way too," Sunstreaker said, hearing the far away sound of searching pedes.
"So we go…. Up?" Sideswipe said, glancing upward, looking for a ladder or stair case to lead the twins to safety. Unfortunately, there was nothing but smooth, metal walls all around.
"Down," Sunstreaker amended, nodding toward the apex of the alley.
Sideswipe frowned but glanced in the direction his brother indicated and after a few seconds, he could see the outline of a hidden doorway. Local street artists had graffitied the area so heavily; it blended in to its surroundings. It was easily overlooked, and only by Sunstreaker's keen artistic optic was the escape route discovered.
"Let's go!" Sideswipe hissed, hearing the Enforcers coming closer.
The duo slipped around the corner just as Enforcers started to file into the alley. Sideswipe led the way and as they ventured into the lower levels, both twins had to engage their night vision to see properly on the uneven stairs. The stairs went a level below and branched off into a wide square, offering many avenues of escape. Sideswipe turned to grin at his twin, but his spark stopped in his chest when he heard an Enforcer shout for back up because they found an access point to the lower levels.
"Slag," Sideswipe muttered, breaking out into a run, Sunstreaker hot on his pedes.
They ran down the street, ducked in an alley, crossed a busy intersection, then down an adjacent alley. As soon as they turned the corner, both ran into identical obstacles that sent both on the defensive. Sputtering and flailing their arms, the twins disengaged themselves from the flowing metallic material that had been hanging across the alley like a web. Sunstreaker disentangled himself and held up the fine woven metal threads to reveal the sigil of Primus upon the shroud.
As if in sign, there was a roar of orders from Enforcers greeting their sublevel back up members, and for some strange, unfathomable reason, both twins pulled the holy cloaks about their shoulders and drew the hoods upon their heads. Sunstreaker had a hard time keeping the material around his audio fins, the metal mesh making it difficult for him to vent the heat from his body. Both walked in slow measured steps, their heads bowed. Not sure where they were going, they turned back onto the main street and almost knocked over an Enforcer.
"Pardon! Have you seen two thieves?" the Enforcer asked, then sputtered, lowering himself into a bow of reverence. "Forgive my insolence. I had not realized who I was addressing."
The twin bond was flooded with surprise from both twins and with an unsure motion, Sideswipe raised his hand in dismissal. The trio was spared any further awkwardness when another Enforcer knocked on a door on the right. The door opened and a pretty femme, wearing nothing but her protoform answered. All males stared in abject wonder and awestruck delight.
"Excuse me, but have you seen two thieves?" he asked, bowing respectively when he realized his audience.
"There have been no thieves to pass this threshold," she responded in a cultured tone that sent shivers down Sunstreaker's spinal column.
"May we search for the ones that may have taken refuge inside your order?" he asked, rising to full standing height and flexing his body in suggestive male dominance.
"No," the femme answered, unperturbed by the posturing male. "The unanointed may not pass the threshold. Only the holy may enter for this is a place of Primus and his chosen few. We would not have our Order soiled with those who are unclean."
"Understood," the Enforcer said, taking his leave. He knew he wasn't allowed inside the religious orders. Only those chosen by Primus would be allowed to enter and those who intruded could be ordered to termination for sacrilege against their maker.
The femme looked to the other three standing just a few feet away and upon seeing the shrouded duo, she smiled, bowing in respect and opening the door. "The Oracles have been expected, and are most welcome in Primus' domain."
Sideswipe sent a startled pulse through the bond he shared with his twin, but Sunstreaker was already accepting her invitation. By some strange pull, he went willingly into the dark domain of the religious order, Sideswipe following behind to fit in and not arouse suspicion from the Enforcer.
The femme slammed the door shut and motioned down the hall, where a room was glowing in bright colors. Curious, the twins ventured forth, noting the dismal lighting in the hall, the drab, plain walls, and the lack of decorative furniture that usually came with an occupied dwelling. When the twins entered the room at the end, they felt their intakes stall.
The walls, floor, and ceiling were highly polished. An illumination bank offered a glowing respite from the dismal hallway, its light bouncing off the polished metal. There was an orb centered in the room, its glassy surface dark and swirling with grey. Seated around the orb, on cushions plush enough to make a Tower mech envious, were half a dozen femmes. And to the twins shocked delight, they were all bare to their protoforms.
"Femmes!" the escorting femme called, clapping her hands and getting the attention of the assembled females. "Our Oracles have arrived."
There was a general chattering and whispering as the assembled femmes took in the two shrouded forms. They all wore gracious smiles and gazed upon the newcomers with something akin to worship and reverence.
'Oracles?' Sunstreaker asked over their bond.
'Well, it's a job I never considered,' Sideswipe said, his engine giving a little rev as he took in the general beauty of the adoring female population. 'But a gift from Primus, we most certainly are.'
Sunstreaker suppressed a snicker as the escorting femme stepped forward, her arms outstretched.
"Please, remove your coverings. They are not needed in the place of Primus," she said, waiting expectantly for the twins to divest themselves of their garments.
Hoping for the best, Sideswipe dropped his hood, Sunstreaker soon to follow. The watching femmes took a collective intake, their optics wide as they stared at the two mechs. With all the will power he possessed, Sideswipe unclasped the cloak and swung it off his shoulders, placing it in the escorting femme's awaiting arms. Sunstreaker's soon joined it.
But the femme's optics were fixed on the two mechs. Not their attire.
"Something wrong?" Sideswipe asked, sending a mental command to his brother to get ready to run if the situation turned vicious. Neither were too fond of hurting a femme, but if any of them started screaming in terror then they would have to make a run for it.
"Forgive my optics," the femme said, pulling her gaze away with reluctance to look at the floor. "It is just the Holy Order has never sent a mech to our establishment before."
"No mechs?" Sunstreaker asked, feeling a strange sensation swell in his spark. It was magnified by Sideswipe, who was fighting gallantly with keeping the knowing smirk off his face.
"Only femmes have ever graced the Order of Primus, Oracles of Prima, who direct our will and give us guidance," she answered, her face still lowered in reverence. "We are humbled an honored by your presence."
Sideswipe couldn't stop the smirk that he sent to his brother before he turned his attention back to the femme. He couldn't prevent the lie from falling so easily from his lip components. "We have come by command of the Holy Order."
"We have been expecting your visitation since our Oracle succumbed to the Devine Wisdom." The femme answered, allowing her gaze to rise once more to show her readiness to comply with the ones sent from their Holy capitol.
'Devine Wisdom?' Sideswipe asked through the bond, though he kept his face neutral.
'Something you will never fall prey to,' Sunstreaker shot back, his own gaze lingering on the bare femmes kneeling on the ornamental cushions. He could feel his body heat just looking at them.
"Why do you wear such armaments?" the femme asked, her face contorted in curiosity. "You are the chosen of Primus. Surely you are not bothered by those who respect the holy order?"
"We have traveled through rough and unfriendly terrain," Sunstreaker provided. "Not all of Cybertron respect Primus and his chosen Oracles."
"They are not needed here, in this place of sanctuary and worship," the femme said in understanding, glancing to the finely polished ruby and gold armor that adorned the twin frames. "Please, remove your coverings."
Sunstreaker's optic ridge shot up, wondering if he understood the femme correctly, but Sideswipe was already undoing the latches and letting his armor fall to the floor. Sunstreaker reluctantly followed, not sure how he felt about the situation. He didn't like being vulnerable, and being stripped down to ones protoform was as vulnerable as you could get, except revealing your spark. And there was no way in the pit he was going to do that to strangers, femmes or not.
Sunstreaker's modesty evaporated upon seeing the wide, hungry gaze of the femmes as he removed the last piece of golden armor. They stared, transfixed by the two male specimens standing before them, just as bare and vulnerable as themselves. And as natural for all males, both twins had to puff themselves and display their masculinity for their appreciative feminine audience.
As one unit the femmes rose from their cushions and approached the two mechs. Their optics roved over the male forms, paying particular notice to the lower half of their bodies, which vastly differed from their own smooth, feminine wiles.
"Will you allow us to bathe you?" one asked, her optics were clouded with an unknown emotion as she felt her legs tremble.
"Bathe?" Sunstreaker asked. It had been awhile since either twin enjoyed a descent wash, and if these femmes were willing to do the job for them, that was an erotic, and very agreeable invitation.
"You must be properly attended before you may take the High Oracle's position," a femme stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Only when the body is cleaned and purified will one be able to commune with Primus or his chosen vessel, Prima."
"Of course," Sideswipe said, offering a charming smile as two femmes grasped his arms and lead him to another room.
Sunstreaker soon followed, though he rankled at having two strangers touch him. He didn't like being vulnerable and he most certainly didn't like the feeling he was put on display like a prized slave up for bids. He had enough of that lifestyle before he slaughtered his 'master' and freed himself and his twin from the vile mech's greedy clutches.
The femmes led the brothers to a shimmering pool, and without invitation, the femmes ventured into the water. The twins couldn't stop the gasp as they felt the warm tingling water sweep across their tense frames. The water felt fantastic, course the company was making it difficult to concentrate on the attributes of the bath.
"Allow us," one femme said, dipping her fingers along the seams of Sideswipe's back and up along his shoulder.
He closed his optics, relishing the feeling of the supple feminine fingers ghosting over his weary body and sending him falling in an abyss of soothing comfort.
Sunstreaker was fairing no better. As soon as the femmes started to caress his body in physical worship, he dropped his guard and allowed them free reign over his body. And though he could feel contentment seeping through the bond with his twin, Sunstreaker's own body was having a different reaction. He groaned, his servos sliding up a femme's delicate curves. She gasped in surprise at the movement, and when Sunstreaker opened his optics, her own questionable gaze greeted his.
"All must be cleansed to commune with Primus," Sunstreaker whispered, and felt his elation double when she nodded in understanding, returning her attention to the delicate caress of his arm and shoulder.
Sunstreaker fought hard not to groan, but the femmes were proving to be very adept at cleaning. When one slipped her hand below the water to massage his spike, he couldn't stop the lust filled groan, nor the pressurizing of his spike in answer. She gasped, staring with wide optics as the strange appendage rose from the water.
"What is that?" she asked, staring unashamed at his spike.
Sideswipe heard his own attending femmes gasp and looked to his twin, grinning at the crowning spike that mirrored his own.
"A blessing from Primus," Sunstreaker muttered, pulling a femme toward him and capturing her mouth in a needy kiss.
She sputtered against him for a moment before relaxing, enjoying the new Oracle's teachings. These lessons were far different than what the female Oracle taught, and by the heating of her body, she knew it was the will of Primus. Her spark faltered, sending her processor into a strange, but very pleasant buzz. She gasped, her fingers digging into the sensitive mesh of his protoform when his hand slipped below the water to caress between her legs.
It was Sunstreaker's turn to gasp. He glanced to his twin and saw the same expression mirrored on his face as he too explored his feminine contingent. Wanting confirmation, Sunstreaker slipped his fingers along the interface panel of another femme on his opposite side and sure enough, both of his attending femmes retained their seals. And by Sideswipe's flooding surprise, his femmes were of the same factory sealed condition.
Sideswipe withdrew his exploration, earning dual looks of confusion, both femmes now panting in open submission. Their optics were clouded into darkness, their bodies awakened to what a male Oracle could provide. They were confused as to why their new spiritual leader was hesitant to bestow such a blessing, and the strange sensations filtering over their bodies, but they knew, deep in their processors, this was just the beginning of the anointment. He glanced over to his twin and bit back a groan, watching as two femmes leaned against Sunstreaker's frame, their optics closed, whimpers escaping, and his servos vigorous beneath the surface of the water. The wide open bond didn't help his constitution any. Sunstreaker was projecting so much lust, Sideswipe nearly overloaded just from the thought.
One of the femmes cried out, falling against Sunstreaker, her body trembling as her legs refused to hold her weight. He cradled her against him, and with deliberate slowness, pulled her with him as he stepped back, the ledge of a seat bumping his knees as he grasped the femme's hips. He sat down, pulling the femme with him, his hands directing her to open her legs as she hovered over him, her face expectant and unsure. He smiled, feeling her innocence caress his spike in unspoken question.
"Blessed be Primus," Sunstreaker whispered, watching as her face morphed into surety.
Without further objection, he lifted her onto his spike, breaking her seal and pulling her flush against him. He hissed as her fingers dug into the sensitive seams of his protoform, a cry escaping her as she felt the full length of his blessing. Their discomfort was eased as femmes started to caress the two, bathing them in the cleansing spring and marking their physical blessing.
Sideswipe couldn't hold back the groan of longing as he felt his brother take the femme. The sensation sent a jolt through his body and out of instinctual programming, he grasped a femme, lifted her into his arms and lowered her onto his own spike. She accepted his motion, watching how the others had began their blessing, and though she was unsure of her role in such traditional ritual the new Oracles bestowed, she allowed her body to accept his blessing.
And the blessing was more than what she anticipated. She cried out, her voice taken from her as the Oracle sealed their lips together, his generosity extending to take her pain and replace it with a strange sensation of pleasure and heat as he inhabited her body, touching her core and igniting something deep inside.
"Blessed be Primus," Sideswipe muttered his brother's words, giving in to the physical sensation and knowing that all of the attending femmes were more than willing to accept the offering of their new Oracles.
The two Oracles shouted just as much praise and adulation as the willing femmes, each eager to accept the blessing offered by their male counterparts.
For the first time in the femmes existence, Primus was sought and seen, his named screamed to the heavens by every femme of the Holy Order. Many, many times.
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AN: Lucky bitches. LOL
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