Fandom: Transformers IDW AU with a dose of Bayverse and G1
Author: gatekat, starsheild, ultrarodimus on LJ
Pairing: Drift/Wing/Windswept
Rating:
Codes: AU, Slash
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 37: Those Left Behind
Windswept twitched his wings as he looked around at the market, rather pleased with himself. Drift was interested, even if he appeared bored and uncaring on the surface, and that alone would have made the trip worth it.
Never mind that the blue triple would probably have been able to handle exploring the market, at least for a little while, on his own. Asking Drift to escort him had been a way to get the white grounder out of the Citadel on his day off without making it look as though that had been Windswept's goal. A change of scenery would do both of them good, a small distraction from places that were familiar but empty now without the presence of their mate.
A brightly colored explosion caught Windswept's optic as another vendor opened up his stand for the day, the motion and color a backdrop expanded to display some of his wares. The blue mech made a note to come back to that one later if there was time before Drift got bored. Some of the things being laid out looked interesting.
A flick of his wing brushed the blue tip against Drift, granting him the grounder's attention. "Shall we go look?"
"Sure," Drift inclined his helm. He still felt a little weird about having Too Pure For This World with him given his rank, but he had been told in no uncertain terms that since they were already bonded, it was more important for him to be the blade's bearer than to not carry it as a mere Knight Initiate. It was far better for him to be mistaken for a full Knight of Light than to anger the Great Sword again.
His optics traced to where his mate was looking, taking in the decorative baubles. Not that many vorns ago he would have sneered at the very existence of such things. Now ... now he looked at them with an optic towards how one of his mates would like it. It felt weird, alien, but in an odd way good. All he needed to accept looking at trinkets was for Wing to trill happily and comment about how it showed he was adapting to the city.
Windswept began to wander down the street, taking his time to stop and inspect anything that caught his attention, sometimes conversing with one of the vendors about their wares or the day. He lingered for a moment over some music files before passing them by. There were interesting, but not at the price being asked.
He had brought some credits with him that he had set aside without any real purpose other than recreation, and some of them were spent on a bookfile a little down the way.
The entire time he could feel Drift, sometimes in front of him, often lagging behind a bit, but never out of field reach. He could feel the curiosity, so different from other times they'd been in a market. Something uncomfortable to Drift, but something he was trying to welcome.
For the time being Windswept let it be, sincerely enjoying the slow changes in his mate. The things that were happening where not changing who Drift was- he was still the mech that Windswept had been gifted to all those vorns ago, but now he was a mech that was starting to see that there was life beyond hunting, fighting and killing. And that he could be a part of that life as well.
"There's a small restaurant on this side of the city that Thorn recommended, if we want to stop later." Windswept commented as they left a stand.
"Sure," Drift nodded, apparently giving absent consent, a tolerant humoring of his mate, but Windswept could feel that Drift was actually interested. "How are things going with him, anyway?"
"I may yet beat him at Sovereign." Windswept answered with good humor. "The last game drug on for several sittings, and both of us were actually trying to win."
The games had actually become a set thing with Thorn, the pair of them meeting in the dark jet's quarters or the common room to simply relax and talk. It was interesting in a very nice way to have someone that seemed to be genuinely interested in him without being interested in getting him in the berth.
"Good," Drift smiled faintly. It wasn't the first time since Wing left, but they had become depressingly rare. "He's a good mech, I think."
Windswept clamped down on the comment that he doubted Wing would have directed him towards anyone who wasn't, especially as long as ago as the white jet had introduced them.
"He said the last time we met that if I am set on creating skydance routines he knows one of the mecha who designs for an amateur team. He offered to introduce me after I've finished the basic courses I'm taking at the moment."
"You're enjoying them?" Drift focused on the subject he had no personal interest in if it wasn't one of his mates doing the dancing, but he was willing to make an effort to understand what made Windswept happy. "Even this basic stuff?"
"Yes. One of the things I'm studying now is how various frametypes tend to perceive sound vibrations. Understanding that allows for a more targeted audience sometimes." While a great deal of what he was doing would probably result in Drift being lost and bored after the first sentence or so, the blue mech had a feeling that even his mate would appreciate that particular angle of study.
"Like how you seem to feel music so much more now that you have wings?" Drift cocked his helm.
"Much more strongly, yes. I can now identify things that I wasn't aware I was feeling before, and feel a much wider range." Though he'd discovered that for a grounder he'd been able to pick up on more than average even before his upgrades.
"So these," he stepped right behind Windswept and slid his hands along the wide wings from joints to tips, "are good for more than flight and overloading you?" he purred right in Windswept's audio.
Windswept managed to not moan out loud, but it came at the price of being unable to stop the shiver that ran through his entire frame at the touch.
Drift's touch.
Venting forcefully he focused on answering the question in an attempt to ignore the tingles still spreading from the path his mate's hands had traveled. "Given my hobby and potential profession, yes, they are."
"So many uses," Drift's grin was audible and even more apparent in his field as he gave Windswept a bit of space to recover his composure. "Though I don't think I'll ever tire of watching what touch does."
"Don't want you to." Windswept admitted very quietly, daring to tilt his head around for a quick kiss. The entire point of coming to the market today had been to get out and about, something that wasn't going to last if they kept that up.
Drift's engine rumbled, purring at the statement and eager to encourage the kiss as he reached out to stroke those tempting wings again.
"Shopping." Windswept protested shakily when the kiss finally broke.
"All right," Drift's grin promised a long run of teasing until Windswept finally broke and begged to be taken.
"Later." Windswept promised, knowing that light in Drift's optics and edge in his field that promised an enjoyable evening and a deep recharge for the blue mech.
"As soon as we get home," Drift agreed, keeping his hands off for the moment, but he didn't hold his field back. "The entire Citadel will be reminded why you don't need anyone else."
"Don't want anyone else." Windswept smiled, setting off again through the growing crowd and feeling Drift plant himself firmly on his heels.
Several things caught Windswept's interest as they progressed through the market, but the blue mech was starting to grow disappointed with the selection until they turned a corner and stumbled upon an unusual sight in a Cybertronian market- a vendor of alien organics.
Excitement flared in Windswept's field as he hurried forward to investigate.
Drift chuckled and followed a bit more sedately as his optics swept over the selection, noting many familiar things.
While Windswept was clearly impressed with the selection that was available, some things he recognized from his travels with Drift and never thought that he would see again. But Wing's influence was clear when he ended up at the roses.
The orange-splashed white mech running the shop perked up at the pair's approach, stepping forward. He waited patiently as Windswept investigated the array of plants he was selling, specimens from a dozen different worlds.
"Those are actually among the more popular plants," he commented, seeing Windswept's interest in the roses.
"You have some I've never seen before, even in the gardens." Windswept admitted, looking at several two-tone varieties.
The seller puffed up ever so slightly. "Since they were brought to the city, there has been much experimental crossbreeding of the different varieties to see what the results might be. Rarely have the results been failures." He eased an assortment of red roses to one side to expose a smaller bush covered with blossoms in a shade of lavender or lilac.
"Beautiful." Windswept complimented, completely sincere as he leaned in to study the blooms. With a sigh he backed up and indicated a selection of planters. "Unfortunately, I was really looking for one of those."
The seller nodded. "What size do you need? I have a variety of different sizes, for different varieties of plants and sizes of the plants in question." He indicated a table laden with planters, some plain, others tastefully yet elegantly decorated.
Windswept considered before selecting several small solid colored planters suitable for starter cuts and a larger one that would match the decor in Wing's quarters nicely. "Those will work well for my needs, I think."
The seller nodded, fetching the indicated items and handing them to the blue mech. The price he named for them was reasonable for the items, neither too high nor too low.
They seemed to be good quality, and Windswept was clearly pleased as he packed them away in his subspace. His optics drifted back to the variety of roses that were available, and several of the plants visible beyond them. "Do you set up here often?"
The seller nodded. "This is my usual spot. If I'm not here, you can find me at the city greenhouses."
"Thank you." Windswept was planning to track the seller down again, just as soon as he settled down and did some planning. Satisfied, he glanced at Drift. "Was there anything you wanted to look at?"
Drift shook his helm. "You know I kill anything I try to grow."
The comment earned him a laugh, since if by some miracle something in this stall had caught Drift's attention Windswept knew that the responsibility of caring for it would have fallen to him, for the sake of the plant. "I meant in the market in general. I've got everything I need."
And everything that he really had the credits to afford at the moment.
"If you're ever near the greenhouses, come in and ask for Sunburst," the seller told Windswept. "I'm working on cultivating more types of plants than I have table space for here." That said, he nodded to the two mechs, returning to where he'd been sitting prior to their arrival.
"A couple," Drift admitted to Windswept, his mind drifting back to a couple merchants with decorative offerings. His optics flitted to one particular rose bush, however, with small white flowers and a hint of bright red on the very tip of the pedals with a bright yellow center.
"Want to go back and look, or should we try that place that Thorn recommended?" He asked as made a note of the variety that had caught his mate's attention. If Drift had noticed that one on his own it might be a good candidate as a first introduction to their quarters.
It was another kind he had never seen before, most likely one of Sunbursts experimental results, and quite lovely, the colors in the natural light matching the scheme of their absent mate.
Drift hummed softly, thinking about it before turning with a gentle touch towards part of the market they'd explored already. "I think I'd like another look at a couple stalls."
Windswept's field brushed against him, delighted that his mate was taking an interest in something, anything, that wasn't training. "After you," he purred, following as Drift walked unerringly towards a stall that Windswept had noticed he'd glanced at a few more times than most. It was colorful and cheery, like so much in this city that the war never found, and filled with crystals, both natural and carved in many sizes. Some hummed, others glowed, though most were normal.
"Welcome." The vendor greeted them cheerily, his bulky frame an interesting contrast to his wares. "Is there something I can help you find today?"
"Perhaps," Drift allowed, making a show of looking without being terribly interested. "A few small crystals and harmonic sand for a garden display."
"Then you've come to the right place." The mech nodded agreeably, and Windswept realized that it was probably no accident that this particular display was within optic sight of the organic one.
"Did you have particular colors or properties in mind? And what grade of sand?"
"Three harmonic tones, very course grade," he actually drifted off a bit, digging through memories old enough they were rarely accessed anymore, then struggled a little more for the words he was looking for. "A pale pink. Pink, white and brown or tan for the larger ones, but only the pink should grow."
The merchant considered for a moment, humming thoughtfully to himself before he selected several pink crystal spires from a sheltered display and set them out for Drift's inspection. "This variety will grow up with the proper care, and propagate outward from the base. Inert ones to compliment it are over there. I have everything from transparent crystal to opaque for the white, and a wide range of tan and brown as well. Will the display be inside, or exposed to the weather?"
"Inside. In my quarters," Drift told him as he considered the options and debated internally about the scale he wanted to deal with and just what it was going to look like. It was more than slightly insane, but it was also going to work for the 'contemplative hobby' he'd been ordered to take up. Anything he wanted to do, as long as it required care, patience and invoked thoughtfulness in him.
In his long existence, only one place and time had even come close to that. Yet a miniature crystal garden in the style of Japan during his short visit hadn't occurred to him until he'd passed this stall.
"Then the growing crystals are going to require a light source, either in a window or a lamp. I can sell you the additives they are going to need too, unless you want to put a base layer for them under the decorative one. The additives are easier." The merchant added. "But that also means that you can choose anything that catches your optics for the inert accents, since weathering won't be a factor."
"They'll have light," Drift nodded, humming as he selected two of the smaller pink crystals, each not quite the length of his hand and each showing the beginnings of a tree-like structure. "The additives, then." He turned his attention to the decorative crystals, and somewhat surprisingly, took just as much care in those. Not just for color, but shape.
He hadn't had more than a foggy idea when he walked in, but Windswept could see the plan as it went from a nebulous to clear and detailed in Drift's processor. His mate knew what he wanted, what he was going to do, and there was a particular set to his frame that marked it as a difficult path.
So he waited and watched, field full of peace and calm from where it touched Drift's, still with the edge of pleasure from watching his mate plan something new.
Eventually the crystals were set aside to be paid for and packaged, and the merchant pointed out the sand he already had on open display, pulling out more that he had hidden away underneath when it was clear that Drift was not enthusiastic about the shades of brown that were already out.
Once the shades and consistency were settled on the merchant paused thoughtfully. "What sort of dimensions were you planning to work with for the container? And have you ever worked with growing crystals? The pink ones are going to need to have a stable base."
"I haven't worked with them before," Drift admitted smoothly, though Windswept wasn't fooled about how much he hated saying it. "A desk display," he used his hands to mark out a space two-thirds the width of his chest and half as long.
The merchant nodded, pulling out a datachip and setting it aside to be packed with the crystals. "Complimentary with the purchase of the crystals. It has all the basic information you'll need to set them up and care for them as they grow."
He studied the sand, doing some calculations in his processor before he began to measure it out. "For the depth you are going to need, this should be a enough, with a bit to spare in case of spillage. And the growing crystals will incorporate some of it too, as they grow. Might alter the coloration slightly."
"Then some pink sand for the crystals to absorb," Drift shifted his design slightly. "I wish to maintain their color."
The merchant nodded and easily selected a pink that matched the growing crystals, measuring out a smaller amount for around the crystals. "Do you have a container already? I have some of those for sale as well, and more packed away if you don't like what is on display." He directed Drift's attention to the smaller display. The offerings ranged from simple metal trays to elaborately decorated and carved organic materials.
Both Drift's own athletics and those of the Citadel directed him towards the simpler, more functional designs, he didn't see any that really appealed to him. "Is bamboo known?" he glanced at the merchant, the English word converted to Cybertronian as smoothly as he could.
"Bamboo..." The merchant repeated, frowning in consideration. "Can you describe it? I'm not familiar with it, but I might have an acceptable substitute if I know what I am looking for."
Drift pulled up a file that contained a tray made of the stuff, something similar to what he was looking for, and the technical data he had on the strange grass from Earth, and sent it in a short databurst. "The look is more important than the material."
The merchant hummed, still thinking as he bent to sort through goods still packed away. "I have something things that mimic the texture and the proper color..." He set out a selection in some sort of glazed metal.
"I also have a line that resembles the shape in multiple colors made of either ceramic or carved organic materials." He added, setting out several that matched the color scheme of Drift's previous selections, and several that contrasted and complimented as well.
With a thoughtful hum, Drift did his chosen function due honor in his careful consideration before selecting a rectangular one that gradated from dark brown at the base to pale sandy tan at the top. While simple and functional in form and decoration, it was nicely finished with a light wood grade pattern. Not the cheapest, but not the most expensive either.
"Very nice." The merchant commented, adding it to everything else. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"
Drift gave the selection a last look. "I believe that will be all for today."
"Right." The merchant looked over everything again, naming a total as he began to wrap the more delicate items and placed them in containers.
Drift nodded his acceptance and offered his credit-stick, transferring the amount, several times what Windswept had paid for his planters, before slipping the stick into his subspace along with his purchases.
Windswept waited until Drift's purchase was complete and his order safety packed away before nudging his mate gently. "More you want to look at, or are you ready to leave?"
"I think I'm ready for that cafe Thorn mentioned," Drift took the hint that his mate was hungry without issue.
Windswept smiled and nuzzled him, nodding in thanks to the merchant as they turned to leave. "This way, he gave me directions."
He pinged them to Drift, even if there was little chance of them being separated. On the walk he spotted a security mech from the past and shivered, pressing closer to Drift, who tensed in response but relaxed when he followed Windswept's gaze to the cause.
The quiet reminder that everything was taken care of, that Windswept would not have to suffer being separated from his mates from that sort of confusion again, was enough to have the smaller mech completely settled by the time they reached the cafe.
Both paused, optics taking in the front, before Windswept tilted his helm to look at his mate. "So, shall we see if Thorn's recommendations are worth taking?"
"Unless you have a better idea?" Drift lifted an optic ridge, his field and tone full of playful arousal and general good humor. "Though I think I'd like to have you fully fueled before we head home."
"Both of us." Windswept agreed, allowing Drift to take the lead. The small blue mech had the feeling he was going to need the energy before the night was out.
And he was looking forward to it.
Windswept was playing a game of 'keep away from Drift's hands' as they neared the Citadel. A game they were both familiar with and had simple rules; rile Drift up, let him touch, but don't let him catch. Because by now if Drift caught him, he'd be up against the wall and moaning his mate's designation shamelessly until Drift roared in overload.
Windswept felt light fingers brush over his wing, hard enough to send shivers through his frame as he spun out of the way and his lips curled in a smile as they reached the base of the Citadel. Firing his thrusters he rose from the street, hovering over Drift's helm high enough so that the white grounder was forced to look up at him.
Blue optics centered on him, and Windswept couldn't help but preen just a little when it was clear that he had his mate's entire attention. "Meet you upstairs." He purred, low, seductive, and promising in a way that was only for Drift or Wing.
This time it was Drift's turn to shiver slightly at the promise. "Cheater," he chuckled before darting inside to get a lift.
By the time he arrived it was to find the main room of their quarters rearranged with his mate standing in the middle. No matter where Drift chose to observe from, the small blue mech was now the centerpiece of the room. His engine revved hard in approval as he stalked forward, his field and systems already hot from joors worth of light teasing and the promise of so much more.
His mate didn't wait on him, gliding smoothly forward to meet him as music started in the background. Dodging Drift's grab, Windswept circled his mate and nudged him pointedly in the direction of a chair before slipping back to the center of the room.
"Sit, stand...just watch." His tone making it clear that the end would be worth Drift's compliance with the request.
With no more prompting Drift settled in a plush chair that had been claimed with the two of them sitting together in mind. His optics locked onto his mate, taking in the stance and manner of the small mech as Windswept began to move.
The music shifted, taking on a deeper beat. Windswept paused, wings flaring wide as the music hit them before moving in time to each pulse of sound.
The timing traveled through his entire frame as he danced, a rough and wild edge to the motions tailored to appeal entirely to the mech watching. He brushed close to the extended edge of Drift's field, reveling in the raw, pure arousal-desire saturating it. Here and now, Drift trusted him enough to let go fully, to indulge himself when he was revved up enough.
He was getting there, but like every time they played this kind of game, Drift intended to hold back until they were both in such a state that there would be no holding back once they touched.
Windswept lost himself a little more in the music, never loosing awareness of his mate and the hunger and growing desire he was feeding as he reached up, drawing attention to spread wings with hands as he traced the edges.
Hands that then traveled down his own frame, over his chest as his spark jumped in it's housing, down abdominal plating to tease every seam. The moans that threatened to escape him were quieted and contained, but there was no containing the sensations in his field, the pleasure of the touches and the added intensity of imagining it was Drift's hands on his frame, touching him that way.
The white frame he was so intent on shivered, a low sound of want escaping Drift. Several attempts to stand were forcefully aborted. The longer Drift maintained his self-control the more intense the eventual interface would be for them both.
If it weren't for the music Windswept would have been concentrating very hard on what he was doing, the desire flaring in his field almost painful as his hands slipped lower, drawing attention to still covered valves.
One hand ran lightly around the forward cover, the owner unable to stifle a moan this time as it came away shiny with lubricant already seeping out around the edges. Raising his hand in such a way as to be sure to catch his mate's attention, Windswept ran his fingers over his chest.
A sound rumbled up from deep inside Drift as he suddenly launched himself forward, tackling his mate and shoving him to the ground on his back, wings spread and legs force apart as Drift's mouth crushed against Windswept's.
Windswept moaned into the kiss as he pinned down, everything from field to now exposed valves welcoming the aggressive attention of his mate.
They both wanted this, needed this.
No matter how hard he trained, no matter how solid his self-control, Drift was a spark meant for violence. It wasn't healthy for him to deny that nature forever, yet as a Knight he had precious few outlets. Windswept had been created, quite literally, to indulge that violence in a way that was acceptable to all.
A thick, hard spike drove into Windswept's valve nearly as fast as Drift's field wrapped around his, meshing their sensor nets into a single entity with the first full-chassis rub.
Windswept keened under him, frame arching up to grind against the larger mech's, begging for more even as he was stretched and filled. Blue hands scrambled over Drift's plating, searching for an anchor as he was swept up in the need and desire.
It was only a few deep, hard thrusts before Drift bellowed and pumped hot, slick transfluid deep inside his mate. Yet he didn't slow down even as the overload took him completely.
The mech beneath him keened and writhed, the waves of intense pleasure spreading through him as he resisted his own overload in a very familiar dance. Shared pleasure, desire and need drawn out for as long as possible.
Hands pinned against his side, fingers twined with Drift's, Windswept didn't need any directions to roll his hips up as Drift pulled all the way out so he could sink into the blue jet's back valve with the same ferocity as before. Yet in the aggression that dominated Drift's entire awareness, Windswept felt the love, the joy that this was something special between them and the relief-gratitude that for these moments Drift didn't have to hide or control anything. Windswept would take it all, revel in it and adore Drift for trusting him enough to use him this way.
The second time the white mech overloaded was enough to drive Windswept over the edge, calling Drift's designation as his first overload washed through him in a tide of energy and pleasure that went far beyond the physical.
No matter what happened some day down the way, this was what he had been created for, his first functioning, and he adored his mate for indulging him.
On top of him Drift was panting, still but not yet sated. The edge was smoothed as he claimed Windswept's mouth in a slightly more gentle kiss full of love and thanks for this.
The blue mech purred into the kiss, hands moving gently over Drift's frame, encouraging his mate to take what he needed.
There was a shudder, a moan, and a hint of uncertainty before Drift groaned into another kiss and unlocked his chest plates. He couldn't say it, but the desire and need was thick in his field.
Surprise flared in the blue mech's field, reaching all the way to his optics as he looked at his mate. Just as quickly came the need-want to share with Drift, to give that last part to the of himself to the mech that had been the center of his existence for so long.
His chest plates slide away, exposing the blue light that was his very essence to the mech he trusted above all others. Over him ice blue optics looked down, the pale blue light reflecting off white and gold faceplates.
Those faceplates were open in the awe Drift felt as he took in the offering, untouched by even the light of his spark. Need overcame him quickly though, parting his chest plates to reveal the rich red spark that supported his frame and drove him to survive and excel.
"Yours." Windswept offered softly, sincerely and of his own free will. Wing had shown him that there was nothing to fear. There was no pain. His spark was not dirty or tainted, and worthy of the mech he loved. There was only joy and peace in sharing emotion and truth in a way more complete than he had ever imagined possible.
That certainty gave Drift enough strength to lower his chest, close enough for the first tendrils of blue and red to meet in a crackle of deep blue-green. He dragged Windswept's hands, their fingers still twined, next to the blue mech's helm and settled on his forearms. Despite the intense pleasure and trust it was a struggle for Drift not to lash out, to treat this as he always did with a merge he initiated; as an interrogation and act of violent dominance intended to hurt and humiliate, just as those that others initiated were meant to hurt and humiliate him.
Calm. Peace. Trust. Willing submission and an offering of anything Drift needed. Everything, if he wanted.
~Yours.~ Was the faint whisper across the fragile connection.
A core-deep shudder took Drift and he moaned, lightly resting his forehelm against Windswept's. A few more strands connected, strengthening Windswept's understanding of his mate's long reluctance to spark merge. Like Drift's valve, touching sparks had never been an act of love, or even care. It had always meant pain, a lot of it.
Wing had changed that, just enough for the white grounder to risk this.
No pain was the gentle, wordless reply. A shared lesson they had both learned from the white jet.
No pain, echoed again encouragingly. Not between mates and loves.
"No pain," Drift whispered, reaffirming what they both now knew it should mean, should feel like. He lowered himself a little more, trembling in the effort it took to control his spark, yet with the absolute belief that the effort was well worth it. That in time he wouldn't have to struggle. He could learn to do this right, just as he had learned so many other skills.
Belief and support floated across the connection. Windswept believed in him. Trusted him. Wanted this merge with all of his spark.
Again Drift trembled, this time in awe at the trust and belief invested in him. Even after all the vorns they'd been together, Windswept's absolute trust and faith in him still made Drift's processors spin. Faced with that trust in a pure spark-to-spark connection it dragged a keen of grief-relief from him as his spark moved a bit closer, brushing its rich red corona against the pale blue.
~Yes.~ There was no pressure, no push, only a welcoming place for Drift to go. Where he was wanted and adored as the connection strengthened, Windswept's hands tightening around Drift's.
Ice blue optics turned off as Drift turned his full focus inward, to his spark and the agonizingly careful movement of his spark as his life force mingled with his mate's for the first time.
It was bliss, pure and unadulterated.
It was everything he had come to understand was possible and more.
Windswept moaned softly, nuzzling at Drift until the spark connection drowned out the physical touch, joy rising in his spark as the swirling energy intensified. From Drift emotions tumbled over the growing connection. Fear at hurting Windswept. Uncertainty if he should be doing this, or if it should remain Wing's special contact. Intense pleasure. Desire for more. Love of the mech he was merging with.
~Ours.~ He belonged to Drift. Belonged to Wing. His frame. His functioning. His spark were theirs. ~Love you. Believe.~
Urging Drift to believe in himself as Windswept believed in him as he was blinded by the pleasure and the rush of energy that was no longer, but radiating out from his very core in a growing wave.
The white mech gasped, trembling and shivering as the merged deepened. Yet he could surrender no more to the drive to loose himself fully in his mate. He wanted to give himself, to be accepted fully, but it wasn't in him. He still didn't feel safe enough to expose himself that fully ... not even to Windswept.
Unconscious acceptance flowed from Windswept, the blue mech lost in the pleasure and the sheer joy of touching his mate like this, his spark pulsing on the edge of overload. It was only a moment before Drift tumbled unresisting over the edge, dragging a very willing Windswept with him.
Slowly, Windswept rebooted to the limp weight of Drift on top of him, both their chests closed and sparks humming in contentment.
Peaceful optics focused on his mate's face, Windswept nuzzling at Drift briefly in affection when he found his hands still firmly tangled and restrained near his helm. Then he settled back, content to contemplate what he had learned of his mate and in no little awe of the gift he had just been given.