So, for starters, I apologize for the wait. I wasn't sure about this one, and I sat on it for about four months cuz... well, you'll see. /3/
Sorry, not sorry! This chapter is rated M.
This is an M-rated chapter.
There is scandal and fluff, and fraggit, I couldn't stop myself. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! NOW I HAVE TO FRAGGIN REWRITE ALL OF GAGS, PRIMUS FRAGGIT!
Cairi, my dear, you gonna have to move to Alaska to keep cool through this one.
Tidbits: chapter 11
Morning after
Novashine didn't want to move. Her frame was warm, tucked neatly between two familiar bodies. Her helm ached a little, but that was to be expected after a cycle of drinking. Her optics blinked to life, dim blue lighting reflecting off the ceiling as she took stock of her frame.
She was sore from her helm down, but not a bad kind of sore. More like… she'd had a really nice workout. Her cabling felt swollen, but she could remember Sunstreaker fiddling with her torso while they danced. Speaking of the golden gladiator, she could feel his forehelm pressing into her temple intimately, his helm vents releasing steady puffs of warm air onto her face. The left side of his frame pressed against her right side, her body resting on his left arm which kept her close while his hand remained dipped into the cabling at her waist.
Sideswipe, on the other hand, was practically using her as a comfort recharge doll. Both of his arms wrapped around her chassis, clutching her left side to his chest and, well, to the rest of his body. His shoulders curled into her, his face pressing against her neck in a way that couldn't be comfortable. His upper leg was hooked over both of hers, and his… hold on… was that his…?
"Sides?" she whispered with a slight squeak, wriggling a little uncomfortably against… well, what she was fairly certain was Sideswipe's naked body. The red mech gave a little wuffling vent as his arms tightened and his helm nuzzled her neck cables. Wait, how was he touching that many cables—her train of thought slammed to a halt when his glossa flicked out to run across a wire. "Whoa."
"Nova?" Sideswipe's husky voice sent a shiver down her spine, taking with it a surge of heat that settled, erm, right under where Sideswipe's leg was resting on her pelvis actually… The reaction earned a chuckle from the guardian. A sense of amused affection flitted through her spark, carried along by a sense of 'she's so perfect.'
And it was really weird that she had these feelings about herself.
'About… herself…? Oh… oh, no.' Concern, confusion, and a raging sense of regret surged through her spark, but before she could respond, Sunstreaker stirred behind her with a barely conscious, "Wa's'it hap'n?"
"Sunny, we bonded with her." The words flitted through her audio receptors, barely recognized by her processor before another wave of confusion and regret bounced back.
"Wait, wait," Novashine broke in, "bonded? We bond…ed…?" Novashine trailed off when a certain memory flitted helpfully from her cortex.
"Sunny, please," Novashine moaned as she writhed under the golden mech. "I want you forever. I won't be brave enough tomorrow."
"Nova," Sunstreaker groaned his own spark-call shining behind his armorless chest. His engine whined as his systems pushed toward an overload. "We can't."
"I want it," she begged before turning her attention to the one more open to suggestion, the one she knew would grant her request. The one thing she wanted more than anything, the same thing she knew he wanted. Maybe it was manipulative, but she set lust-filled optics on the red mech leaning back beside her as he worked through his overload. "Sides," those burgundy optics locked onto hers before shifting down as protoform covering her spark shifted away. "Please."
She didn't have to ask twice.
"We did," Novashine breathed, elation growing in her spark as she struggled to remember the exact feeling of Sideswipe's spark melding with hers. They'd have to do it again for her to recall perfectly, not that the idea bothered her in the slightest.
"Frag!" The scathing curse rang through the room as Sunstreaker shoved himself off the berth. The lights flicked on, revealing to Novashine what had to be the smallest room she had ever seen. The berth, easily big enough for the three of them, took up almost all the floor space… floor space that was otherwise littered with armor and plating. Sideswipe released his death hold on her as she lifted herself up on her elbows to look down at herself.
Okay, so she was naked. And there was a silvery liquid coating hers and Sideswipe's legs and dried to the berth beneath them. A hesitant feeling of 'Are you okay?' filtered into her spark, and she gave a little laugh, the sound somewhere between sarcastic and euphoric.
She'd just evidently had some very long bouts of interfacing with these two mechs, and she'd bonded with them—two orns before she was supposed to begin courting, mind you—and Sides was wondering if she was okay. She was elated, utterly blissful at the fact, but…
"My creators, Sideswipe. Traachon's going to kill me." She was still staring at the liquid coating her, but Sideswipe's legs disappeared as he shifted them up to cross beneath him as he pulled his femme into his lap.
"We'll worry about that later. Let's not ruin the moment," he murmured, glancing pointedly up at Sunstreaker, who was carefully filtering his emotions in his processor to keep them from flowing down the bond. Novashine followed his gaze over to the currently nude golden twin pacing on the other side of the berth with his fingertips pressed to his temples, kicking his own waxed armor aside carelessly as he ran through his thoughts at lightning speed. She hadn't ever seen a mech without his armor or plating, and though she knew she should look away, Novashine found herself staring at the pacing mech.
His protoform, the living metal that covered his organs and spark, was a darker gold than his armor, and it contrasted artfully with the dull silvery gray of his cabling and the thinner black wires dispersed through those cables. He was lean with his armor on, but without it, she could see just how thick his cabling was from strenuous workouts, physical proof of how strong this mech was. The cabling in his torso rippled as he paused in his pacing to face the two bots on the berth, and Novashine found herself wondering what was behind that interfacial panel. She knew she had to have seen… it last cycle. Primus, her face was beginning to burn at the thought of how sore her port was. Sunstreaker's optics flashed, and a self-satisfied smirk rose to his faceplates as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Not used to having a bond, are you?" His face still held his signature golden plating, thicker than the plating that covered Novashine's body—that normally covered her body.
Naked. She was still naked. Primus, it shouldn't bother her being nude in front of these two by this point, but her protoform barely covered her spark, "Which we've seen before," Sideswipe added with a snort.
"Wait, what?" How had he—
"Nova, we've been bonded to each other since or creation. We know how to access a bond and how to block it." Sideswipe shifted so that his… his… sweet Primus, was that his spike pressing against the small of her back? Sideswipe's helm pressed against her neck cabling as snorting laughter rose from the two mechs, amused arousal flittering through her spark. "You, on the other hand, aren't blocking a thing."
"Blocking?" Novashine repeated, her tone a little higher and lighter than what was normal, but then this wasn't normal. Sideswipe's spike was pressing against her back, and his hands were beginning to wander. What the frag was she supposed to do?
"Well, you did some pretty fun things with it last cycle," Sideswipe rumbled into her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. A hand wandered around her torso to find her covered interfacial array. "Wanna try some of those again?" And pit, she did. Lust not her own rushed through her spark, and her optics onlined to find Sunstreaker, his hands holding himself up as he leaned heavily over the berth, burgundy optics locked on his brother and their mate as the playful gladiator fondled her.
"Sides, not right now." It took every ounce of Sunstreaker's self-control to grind those words out, if the tingling waves of arousal were anything to judge by. Of course, she was pretty sure those beads of pent-up frustration were coming from both males in the room.
"Don't act like you're not disappointed, too, Nove," Sideswipe chided, accenting the rebuke with a playful nip at a cable in her neck.
"Just a little bit?" Novashine begged as she tilted her neck to the side. Her first sexual experience, and she could barely remember it, and what was worse was that it was with these two amazing, beautiful, perfect mechs.
'How did we get this lucky?' The question bounced back and forth in her spark, and twin arms wrapped around the femme's frame before she had even processed that the thought wasn't hers. 'Ours.' Twin halves of a single spark pulled against hers as the two mech chests pressed against her chassis. She had the utterly disorienting feeling of her spark pulling both toward her front while a few tendrils yanked backwards simultaneously. The light within her fought frantically to reconnect with that of the others it was now bonded to.
She needed to be one with them again. She had to. Her spark burned as it writhed in dismay that they would deny her. Did they not want her anymore? Was she not good enough for them? They had been bonded for so long. Maybe they didn't want another bond? The illogical concerns rushed from her frantic spark to the two halves tethered to it.
'Nova, no.' The chest in front of her opened, and hers unlatched in response. Sunny's spark melded with hers, and through the direct connection, she could indirectly sense Sideswipe's unfaltering love, affection, and uncompromised joy. Sunstreaker's contentment and happiness was marred by a lurking fear that she wouldn't stay. She was above them, so, so far above them. Why would she stick around for a couple of lowlife gladiators pretending to be her equals? Why stick around when she had the promise of a financially stable Elitist on the horizon? Their bond was new. Weak. If she cut ties with them and hid for a few orns, the bond would fade.
She wouldn't let that happen, though. They were the best her world could offer her, better than the false matches that hovered like mechanovultures just for her father's position. Wait, that wasn't what they wanted her for, was it? They hadn't deceived her so that they—
They would never do that to her. They wanted her because they loved her. But her people would never accept them. And they didn't have to. All she needed was the two of them. They made her happy.
And they would continue to do so. They would always make her happy and keep her safe.
So they could stay, then…? She didn't want to go back. They had to, though. A pair of military mechs disappearing with a blue caste femme? It would look suspect, and with Traachon being on the council, there was no promise of a trial. She would protect them from her father, like Sunny had protected her from that bot-trafficker.
'Wait, bot-trafficker? When has she dealt with a—'
'It's a long story. Happened forever ago. It's no big deal.'
'What the frag do you mean, 'No big deal?' She got botnapped, and you never said anything?'
'I saved her before anything happened. It's. No. Big. Deal.'
'When did this happen?'
"Sunny saved me, Sides," Novashine hummed, grimacing at the strange loss of self as she began pulling back from the new bond, now a little stronger with the recent merge. Primus, was that how it felt for the twins every time they zoned out? Pit, she noticed when they were doing that?
Her helm was resting on the golden twin's shoulder as she straddled his lap, his arms pulling her chest flush with his. Sideswipe's helm nuzzled against the back of hers as his chest pressed against her back. A flicker of irritation snapped from Sideswipe's general direction, and Novashine sensed Sunstreaker's irritated smack through the bond, along with Sideswipe's mental yelp of mild pain.
"So what happens now?" Novashine questioned, pulling the two from their escalating show of childishness. The question landed like a wet towel, soaking any joy from the atmosphere. Sunstreaker grunted as he shifted back from her, Sideswipe following an unspoken request to pull the femme away. The golden mech's red-tinged spark resisted the movement at first, tendrils of energy wrapping possessively around the light blue spark it had merged with, but reluctantly, it followed the frame turning away from her, leaving Novashine feeling bereft as their protoform closed back over their most sacred parts almost in sync.
"Sunny," Novashine began as she crawled across the berth. His back still faced towards her, so she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, caring… pleading, "I know you want this. Why won't you let me in?"
"Nova…" Sunstreaker's optics were dim as he turned to face her. A single hand rose to her cheek as he leaned in to press his forehelm against hers. "My mind is a dark place. You don't want to be there."
"That's… incredibly overdramatic," she snorted before adding, "And stupid. I want all of you, love all of you."
"Primus, you two are ridiculous. Can we go back to fragging if we're gonna throw little nothings at each other?" Sunstreaker's helm dropped to rest on Nova's shoulder as he bemoaned his unfortunate relation through the bond, loudly. Novashine glanced over at the red ex-gladiator. A wide grin covered his faceplates, and she could sense his gratification in her spark. Like Sunstreaker, his protoform was a deeper shade than his armor, almost a burgundy color that felt at odds with the grays of his cabling. His cables were leaner than Sunstreaker's, made for speed rather than sheer strength. Sideswipe caught her optic and sent her a wink before continuing with the conversation. "I say we go home and tell Gemstone. She'll know what to do."
Novashine made a noise in her throat as a pained expression twisted her lips. "I really don't want to bring this up to my carrier. I'm supposed to be introduced into society tonight." Two warm fingers gently pulled her chin back to meet Sunstreaker's determined stare.
"So ditch the ball. Apologize later." Novashine gave another, softer noise of frustration as she pulled away and shook her head.
"Suns, that's not how this works."
"Well," Sunstreaker scowled, "if you think I'm gonna let a bunch of mechs drool over you when you're ours—"
"You don't have to come if you don't want to, but I'm not going to shame my carrier by failing to attend my own coming-of-age ball." Gemstone had already dealt with so much slag. Novashine hadn't taken this trip with the expectation of adding even more damage control to the older femme's plate. "Do you have any idea how long we've been planning this?"
"Yes," both mechs responded flatly.
Novashine's saucy grin lit up her face, even as the inelegant snort gained a light smack from her carrier.
"That is not what this is about, Sideswipe," Gemstone lectured, her stern expression almost making him laugh. Primus, he loved it when femmes made faces like that, and Nova's looked exactly like Gemstone's. He wondered briefly if his expressions looked like his creators' or not but brushed it away just as quick. "The ball is a formal way of informing the general society that Novashine is of age to bond, and in the following orns, she will see suitors and go on outings to find a proper match." Which Sideswipe guessed was a good thing by the way Gemstone's face lit up at the mere mention of it.
A glance at Novashine proved that she didn't necessarily agree, though. Sideswipe's expression dropped to match the femme's frown. What was so bad about finding a mech to bond with? Yeah, it wasn't going to be the best match—that was reserved for Sideswipe and his brother if they could convince her—but finding your sparkmate couldn't be that bad. It was something Sides was actually looking forward to. Before he could ask, though, Gemstone started back up again.
"Now, Sideswipe, be a dear and take all these invitations downstairs to Dutiful. She'll know where to send them. Then you can help us pick out decorations!"
Yeah, cuz that's what gladiators were good at. Hope Gemstone liked red.
"Holy fragging pit, would you stop that?" Novashine shuddered as she struggled to pull herself from the disorientation associated with seeing oneself through another's optics, feeling and thinking as if she were they. The brief sense of, 'It's nothing. Ignore it,' flitted through her… spark?... as Sunstreaker waved a hand absently in her direction as he shifted to slide off the berth. What had she just missed between the two of them?
"Nothing," he added verbally, 'unaccustomed to using a bond with her,' Sideswipe teased, earning a sharp look from his brother as he leaned down to pick up the stray plates covering the scant floor. "Gemstone will at least know what to do. We need to talk to her if you wanna stay in Iacon with your snobs."
"Or we can just… run." Novashine accepted a shoulder plate and her chest plate with only the slightest blush. "We don't have to stay on Cybertron. There's Velocitron, or—"
"With what shanix? You got untraceable creds on hand?" Sunstreaker questioned a bit snidely. 'Stress makes him snippy,' Sideswipe informed her absently, fully focused on the plating she was maneuvering in her hand. 'Lemme help with that.'
"Help with wha—" Her words cut off into a breathy gasp when arms wrapped around her from behind, and a wet glossa made its way slowly, tantalizing up her neck cables, pausing to dip between every so often. She distantly felt the clink of her shoulder plating being pressed in place, but transformation cogs remained pitifully unresponsive. Sharp denta nipped just below her audial.
"If you don't lock that on, I'm gonna think you don't want it there." A chill swept from her shoulders to her toes, but Sideswipe continued his husky murmur with an added hint of amusement, "Almost like you prefer being naked with us."
"Primus, Sides, would you stop winding her up?" Ah, so some of that lust was coming from Sunstreaker. Not surprising, but it definitely didn't help, because Primus, she did prefer being naked if it meant they would be, too.
"Fraggit, Noves, you're even worse!"
"I can't help it!"
"Focus on not sending us those thoughts. This is fragging hard enough—"
"Not as hard as I am—"
"Sides, mute it."
"But she's so naughty, Sunny!"
"Sunstreaker—"
"Can I have my plating, please?" Novashine's amused interjection gained all the attention. "I have approximately half a joor before my carrier calls, and I still haven't gotten this silver stuff—"
"Transfluid, Nove," Sideswipe supplied helpfully as he slid out from behind her to follow his brother's example, "Comes off in a shower." He paused in picking up a plate to fix her with a lascivious stare that she completely missed, turned as she was towards Sunstreaker. "Wanna take one together?"
"Wait, this place has a shower?" She glanced back at the still nude Sideswipe, then hastily averted her optics when she saw that he still hadn't closed his modesty panel.
"Well, yeah." Sideswipe sent a mental shrug over the bond, perking up a little when he realized she was catching some of the mental movements. "It's a frag hotel. You frag, shower to hide the evidence, then burn rubber."
"You brought me to a frag hotel?" Novashine asked with amused disbelief. Sunstreaker met her incredulous look with a flat one of his own. Was this even considered exhibitionism? When it was only the three of them in the room to see… Sideswipe's... it?
"It was the highest rated hotel in the—"
"Well, highest rated frag hotel," Sideswipe chirped, ignoring his twin's glare at being cut off again. His voice was accented by the whirr-click of armor clinching back into position. "We were pretty blitzed by the time we started looking."
"You were sober enough to take me to a hotel—"
"And there would've been no interfacing if you hadn't asked for it." Sunstreaker spared her only a short, frustrated glance as he began collecting his armor and replacing it. Whirr-click.
"With that minxy face and that sexy body." Whirr-click.
"I didn't need a sideliner, Sideswipe."
"But it's true!" Whirr-click. "Look at you, Nova—"
"Sunny?" Nova's voice floated across the room. Dim lapis optics, flickering every few moments with her higher charge, focused on the mechs standing near the door by the foot of the berth. Primus, she looked so alluring, so tempting on that berth, propped up on her elbows while her frame laid out in the most tantalizing fashion. A shiver of arousal rushed down Sideswipe's spinal strut as he watched, entranced, as his brother crawled up onto the berth, prowling towards the love of their life. Tendrils of lust mixed with his own through a fully open bond, and Sideswipe's groan harmonized with Nova's when Sunstreaker placed a gentle hand on her cheek.
"Nova?" he murmured. Sideswipe hummed lightly as he crawled his way onto the berth towards Nova's other side, never one to be left out. "How do you feel?"
"Hot," she moaned, and Sideswipe's engine revved because frag if she wasn't the hottest thing in the room. Her optics flicked back online and flicked around the room. "Is this where we interface?" Her question, spoken with a strange tone of innocence, pulled lascivious roars from twin engines, and she smirked—she smirked—as her optics finally flicked to the red gladiator as he approached.
"Nova, no," Sunny negated, because if they did this, something would change. He couldn't place his finger on what, but something would—
Phantom emotions smashed through the bond when soft lips crushed against Sunstreaker's, a glossa running tenderly across his bottom lip to silence his arguments as dainty fingers ran over his chest armor, searching out little gaps to dip into and yank at cables. Sideswipe held off, allowing his brother this moment as golden hands wandered across a pearl white frame. He had sat on these feelings for so long, denying them for his charge's sake. He deserved to be the first to taste their femme.
"How the frag were we supposed to say no to that?" Novashine whirled around to glare at the gesticulating, half-armored mech, only to swing back when she caught sight of his spike. Fraggit, when was he going to put that away? Mental laughter not her own tickled her sensors.
"Same way you can stop thrusting me into your processor without permission!" she bit out over her blush. Primus, did he even realize how disconcerting that was?
"I thought you said you loved all of us! Even our dark thoughts!"
"I said I loved all of Sunny. You can keep your thoughts to yourself." A non-verbal snort sounded in her head as hilarity filtered across her spark. "Frag, am I me again?"
"Well, from my point of view—"
"I can sense your point of view, Sideswipe," she remarked dryly, "and Sunstreaker's past accusations of your perversion are beginning to make sense."
"Only when it comes to you."
"Nova," Sunstreaker's even voice cut through the familiarity in the room. When she focused on him, Novashine realized that he was completely armored, ready to go and escape this tiny room with all its implications. She loved him for it. "Go shower. We'll finish cleaning up."
"I can help—"
"Nova." Sunstreaker's darkening optics were soft, yet firm as he pointed towards a door to his immediate left. "Shower. You smell like transfluid, and our systems are still revved up."
"Oh?" Another shot of lust along with a sense of 'you've got three kliks before we throw you on the berth and take you again.' "Oh. Okay. I'll just be a breem." She slid off the berth with the grace expected of a femme of her standing, strategically getting off on the far side of Sunstreaker, glancing his way furtively as he bent for another piece of armor. Frag, but his aft was fine.
"Nova! Shower! Primus." Novashine scurried away, but she knew the twins got a full dose of her mischievous affection through the open bond.
Iynasan: Soooo, Imma have to rewrite GAGS altogether after this. It fraggin sucks, because I have so much of it already written. The initial plan was to use some of the old chapters I had from Old GAGS and tweak them to make them twins/Nove (wouldn't have been hard because the chapters already lean so much toward that pairing) but if you know GAGS... she definitely didn't have a pair of sparkmates when she met Megatron at her coming of age ball. So, I'm heading back to the drawing board! :D
And as a side-note, I'd be honored if you drew my scenes. I suck at drawing, so I got a lot of respect for those of y'all that can! :)
SilverStorm5: I know! I'm just so freaking delighted that I got this couple together. I'm telling y'all, the chemistry has always been there!
Xoxo: My dude, I feel you. My first kiss, the dude shoved his tongue down my throat, and it was awful. Second one was awesome, though. The dude wasn't as sexy as these two bots, but the experience was there!
Cairistona: Gah, your compliments make me blush! Don't down on yourself, my friend! We have different writing styles, and mine just happens to focus more on scenery and ambiance. Doesn't mean your style isn't amaze, too! To give you an idea, I stopped writing for a while because I thought my writing wasn't as good as a chick's on AO3. AND THE POLEDANCER WAS 1000% JAZZ! I, I COULDN'T NOT MAKE IT JAZZ BECAUSE JAZZ ON A POLE IS SINFUL AND INDULGENT AND I REALLY, REALLY WANT SOMEONE WHO ROCKS AT DRAWING TO DRAW JAZZ ON A POLE FOR ME o
So, uhm, yeah. I am horrified and also not sorry.
My momma would be so horrified. My grammy is rolling over in her grave, but Sideswipe made me write it.