C.M.D: After so long, it's nice to finally wrap up things for these two ^ ^
Title: Dinobots III
Rating: M
Warning: Incest
He'd grown a lot.
Grimlock set down a large crate, paying no mind to the thunderous boom it made as it hit the skid. His attention was fixed across the dock to the gaggle of autodogs, and even some kittycons, gathered closer to the gates and the security office. Whatever they were saying, he couldn't hear from this distance, not that he was sure he wanted to anyway.
"Hey! Grimlock," a voice shouted. The autowolf could not tear his optics away from the crowd trying to discretely study something. "Grimlock. GRIMLOCK!"
Grunting, the mech turned around, scowling at the dock manager. The mech tried not to be intimidated by the bigger autowolf and for that, Grimlock almost respected him. "Your shift's done -you can head home now if you want," the manager informed. "Better do it before anymore of my mechs get distracted."
The autowolf was slightly confused by that last statement, but as soon as the autodog pointed across the docks to the whispering crowd, Grimlock understood. Grabbing his dufflebag from the staff warehouse, the wolf marched across the dock, shoving through the crowd of slacking workers with a growl; pleased to see them scatter immediately. Covering his smirk up, the large mech faced the office, unsurprised to find a thin wolf being chatted up by the security guard.
"Swoop," Grimlock called gruffly, "We go home."
Immediately, the thin wolf by the office turned towards him and the older autowolf was stunned, as he was most orns, by how much his younger brother had grown. The stellar cycles had been most generous to Swoop, taking short, fragile limbs and transforming them into long, lithe legs and arms; still strong and flexible. His waistline had tapered out, lending to a gentle hourglass shape, his fur vibrant, lush and healthy. His fingers were long and slender, with sharp claws, and even his face had elongated -but eloquently- centering his almond-shaped optics and thin, tender mouth.
There was no doubt that Swoop had become an icon of beauty and desire, as he'd turned from pup to full-grown mech. And now every autodog and kittycon with too much brazen wanted to get closer to his baby brother. Frowning further as he recalled this, Grimlock looked down on the other wolf as he padded up to him, lost in thought.
"Brother Grimlock," Swoop addressed politely, helm canted slightly, "Not angry with me Swoop are you? You Grimlock forget lunch; me Swoop thought to bring it to you Grimlock."
"Me... Grimlock, not... angry," the Alpha male grumbled through his growing ire. He could see the security guard trying to discretely adjust the surrounding cameras onto his brother's aft from this distance. "Just... thinking. Come. Me Grimlock done now; we go home."
Swoop nodded, falling into step behind the larger wold, as tribal hierarchy would dictate.
Grimlock didn't like it. He hadn't minded when Swoop was a sparkling and had taken up studying common autowolf traditions and tribal protocols -especially after his short kidnapping- but he'd grown displeased with it as his brother changed entirely. Gone were the orns of the alpha male receiving hugs or silly, little gifts; of being told endless cycles of tales and shared every smile or laugh or hope.
Now Grimlock got silence and reserved attention...
Venting softly (because nothing he could say or do would get Swoop to walk up beside him or talk to him about his orn) Grimlock continued his march home; the smaller autowolf padding a few feet behind his heels.
xxXxXxx
It was dawn once again. Scraping the grit off his optics with one claw, the autowolf pushed himself up off the berth, looking around the room blearily. He could smell food and it made his fuel tanks rumble with hunger -but it was dead silent within the cottage. Before he even stepped out of the room, Grimlock knew that meant that Swoop had already left for the orn.
Where? Well... even the mech didn't really know...
Working fourteen cycles an orn meant that Grimlock couldn't keep track of Swoop like he wanted to, and Snarl had left them a few stellar cycles back to pursue his own life further into the wilderness. All the oldest autowolf knew was that when he came home, Swoop would have all the chores finished, groceries bought, and even dinner waiting for him. Easily forgettable deeds to a mech who worried non-stop about the smaller 'bot all the same.
Grabbing a wash clothe and giving his faceplates a quick wipe, the Alpha male sat down at the table, lifting the lids off of the several plates left out for him. Swoop had probably spent a whole cycle cooking up this hearty meal for him, and just as usual, his little brother would have eaten only a bowl of it all. Apparently tribal rule dictated that subservient 'bots were not to share the same meals as the Alpha. Oh, how Grimlock hated those books Swoop insisted on reading.
Well, there was nothing to be done for it. The sun was rising higher now; in a little while, the autowolf would need to head for the docks and back to the work that fed them and gave them a home.
xxXxXxx
Most would be aware of optics following your every step, and though Swoop still was, he did not feel it in the same pin-prickly fashion that most people did. They were optics. Simply put. Unless it was an opaque pair behind green glass, the autowolf would pay them no attention. After all, he had duties to take care of: cooking, cleaning, training... All to be better. Because he had to become better, especially after things had been ruined for him.
It had been such a long time now, but the lithe mech could still see it in his older brother's optics -the shame he saw when he gazed upon Swoop, the imperfection and brokenness that he now was. Grimlock had made many promises over the stellar cycles, but they were merely words. The Alpha male could not undo the tattered edges of the younger autowolf's seal nor could he pass his brother onto a worthy mate. Swoop had lost his chance at being wanted by any 'bot now.
Yet, he could still be worth something as long as he worked hard.
Ignoring the consistent glances he was receiving from the cashier, Swoop paid for his groceries; packing them in his basket, nice and neat, before leaving the store. The autowolf was already processing the list of things he had finished and had yet to finish, glancing at the midday sun to determine the exact time of orn. The mech was in luck- he had plenty of time to gut Grimlock's catch from that morning and prepare a portion of the meat for dinner.
He hoped his brother would be pleased with t-
"'Ey, baby, where ya come from? With a frame like that, I bet yer an angel from heaven."
Swoop paused at the catcall, turning his helm slightly. A portly kittycon leaned against a store window, lip components quirked up in one corner, his optics glinting with something that the autowolf did not care for. If he confessed, the look this stranger gave him made Swoop's circuits crawl a little.
"So, sweet lips, ya got a name or do I gotta smooch it outta ya?," the stranger asked, waggling his optic-brows at the thinner mech.
Swoop did not reply.
"Ya the silent type as well as the wild type, eh?," the kittycon continued. He scanned Swoop over from top to bottom. "That sort o' beastly look really suits a honey like ya. Looks reeeeal nice." The oaf even winked.
Shuttering his optics slowly, the autowolf turned and walked away, blocking out anything else that the kittycon said to his back.
xxXxXxx
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
The woods were silent for a beautiful summer's midday, with the exception of a short whistle of wind and the ever constant thud as blade cut through trunk. Hefting his axe higher, Grimlock swung down on the tree stump once again, cutting it into halves, then thirds and finally quarters before laying his tool down for a moment. A layer of coolant coated his plating from helm to pede, but the Alpha male did not mind. It meant he was doing hard work, good work, and the more wood he chopped now, the larger their stockpile would be come the winter.
The simple autodogs and kittycons might find it foolish he was doing this task a whole season too soon, but seeing as how the dock work kept him away for so many cycles in an orn, it was essential Grimlock amass a large enough collection before the weather got colder. If Snarl was still with them, the autowolf would have left the task to him to manage come winter. Alas, he was not and there was no way that Swoop, with his delicate frame, could cut firewood as effectively and as diligently as his older brothers could. And Grimlock would not allow the smaller mech to suffer in cold because of his own carelessness.
Butchering another tree to good, burning chunks, he wiped his brow and put the axe in its rightful place by the cabin before marching inside. Already, Swoop had a pitcher of refreshing oil-aid prepared and sitting on the table, alongside the older mech's giant pitcher of a glass. Cleaning his servos with the available rag, Grimlock scoped the place quickly to see where the younger autowolf was.
His spark was soothed when he saw that Swoop was sitting in the living room, lost deep within another domestic project. The Alpha male wasn't entirely sure what the other mech was doing but knowing Swoop, his craft homework would result in some sort of rug, or blanket or cushion for use around the cabin. Whatever the end product, the thin autowolf had beautiful, talented servos. He wove thread and needle like a master, gracing those digits through fur and leather delicately. Swoop did not even mind skinning and tanning the animals Grimlock brought home after a successful hunt. He was, in every sense of the word, a great autowolf.
Grimlock only wished his brother could see that himself, instead of constantly holding him subservient to the larger mech.
Finishing the pitcher, the Alpha male returned outside to complete his quota of chopping.
xxXxXxx
The sun bore down on the town today, creating waves of heat that were almost suffocating. This sort of weather called for a lighter fair of clothing- though the autowolf did feel somewhat fairly exposed in his summer dress and shorts. Glancing around at the others momentarily, Swoop tried to ignore the frequent looks he was getting; desperate to focus on the baskets of fruit laid out in front of the farmer's truck.
Copper-peaches were in season again- they were Grimlock's favourite, especially when baked in a pie. If he hurried, he could make a pie for tonight's dinner. It would taste wonderful alongside the roasted boar he had planned.
"Hey, babe." A shadow fell over Swoop as he reached farther down to check the fruit sitting in a basket in the far back. "Ya look mighty fine in that dress of yer's. Ya got a mechfriend?"
Swoop straightened up, claws wrapped around a peach, looking behind himself uncertainly. The kittycon was back, looming in so close that the autowolf could see the dirt smudged into the other's seams. That, coupled in with the stale odour of wasted coolant and oil, was enough to make the slimmer mech crinkle his olfactory sensor in repulsion.
"So, ya gotta name or what?," the green mech pressed. "Ya never told me yet and I think it's unfair."
"...You stranger demand much yet give nothing in return," Swoop replied softly, trying to wiggle out from between the baskets and the kittycon.
Optics flaring dimwittedly, it took a few astroseconds before the stranger responded, but he was quick to trap the other mech when he did. "A'ight then," he grinned lecherously, "Name's Mixmaster. Pals call me Mix for short. Now how's 'bout a drink, hm?"
An arm slid its way across his shoulders, pulling the autowolf close against his own will. "N-not interested," Swoop quickly stuttered out, squirming minutely. His plating was crawling, circuits itching, feeling the air starting to escape his vents faster and faster, to the point that it felt like he was almost choking.
"C'mon," the other crooned, "It'll be fun!" Red optics were watching him, studying him, roving up and down his frame.
Swoop tried not to look, tried not to remember, but all he could see was green amidst the red glow and he was beginning to feel colder by the minute. What happened to the summer heat? Where was the farmer and the townspeople and the birds and the trees and his strong brother...
"G-g..."
"Hmm?," Mixmaster grunted, snatching the peach choking in the autowolf's strangling grasp. He chomped into the sweet fruit, spraying juices down his chin. "Ya say something doll face?"
"D-d... "Swoop shivered as he was held tighter against the kittycon, fangs showing as the fat mech actually dared to lean in; lips poised to steal a kiss. Snapping out of his daze, the slim 'bot grabbed Mixmaster's wrist, twisting it and breaking free in astroseconds.
"Y-YOOOOOWW!" The green mech yelped loudly, clutching his injured wrist as the autowolf strutted away casually, not even sparing the kittycon a backwards glance.
"Me Swoop apologize for indecency," he said to the farmer, paying him the appropriate credit for the fruit.
"U-um, no, that's... that's alright," the farmer replied, taking the money. "You, uh, take care." Nodding, Swoop quickly left the vendor's stand, heading back towards home and safety.
Or so he thought.
xxXxXxx
He couldn't believe it. No, it couldn't be.
Grimlock paced back and forth angrily, fighting with an insatiable urge to destroy something -anything. If it would even distract him from his thoughts, yet it seemed highly unlikely. How could Swoop though? A kittycon, REALLY? Kittycons were weak, foul-smelling creatures. They were more pathetic than their wild counterparts. Even autodogs were barely passable choices, better still than any kittycon. And after that time...
How could Swoop even want such a type of mech?!
Snorting in rage, Grimlock paced faster; fists clenching open and close at his side, and mouth twisting in several different grimaces. He couldn't stand for this, wouldn't! It was beyond ridiculous, yet he couldn't just yell at the younger mech. His brother was weak, soft -no doubt there'd be some sort of stupid tribal law that dictated Swoop throw himself on a knife or something just because he upset the Alpha male. But he couldn't just let this matter be either!
Did he dare talk to him? Should Grimlock try that 'sitting down and discussing' thing Snarl used to suggest from time to time?
Really though, a kittycon...?!
The door opened and the autowolf froze immediately, turning his helm to the doorway. Swoop looked slightly taken aback that Grimlock was home so early this orn, but he kept to routine, greeting his brother with a polite bow and lowered optics. "Greeting, brother Grimlock. Me Swoop sorry dinner not yet prepared. Will start right away."
"No...," the Alpha male slowly growled out. His visor flashed darkly; the other's only warning. "You Swoop will explain self!"
"E... explain?" There was hesitation. "B-brother Grimlock, what you mean?"
The larger mech snarled, grabbing Swoop's wrist and yanking him forward. "This!," he shouted, pointing to the greasy fingerprints speckled across the smaller one's bare shoulders and arm.
Swoop seem startled the marks were even there himself, but he quickly veiled himself behind a curtain of subservience, dropping his helm. "T-they are no-nothing, brother Grimlock. Just-"
"Nothing?! NOTHING?!" Grimlock shook his brother hard, causing the other to drop his things and yelp sharply. "You Swoop call that NOTHING?!" He threw the younger autowolf against the wall, kicking and throwing any object between them out of the way. Grimlock did not care where they were sent flying to or if they broke. He was rage personified- hot, boiling and jealous.
"You Swoop let weak kittycon all over you Swoop! You Swoop let him touch! You Swoop are weak for picking such horrible mates!"
Swoop stood up shakily, back pressed against the wall. "Y-you... You Grimlock saw? Today? But-"
"Yes, me Grimlock saw." The Alpha growled under his intakes. He had to remain calm. He had to- "Me Grimlock thought you Swoop were better."
"No, brother Grimlock," Swoop tried to explain, "You Grimlock see wrong. It not-"
But the larger mech would not let him cut him off. "Me Grimlock thought you Swoop stay away from those types after that tabby! Me Grimlock should not have been so stupid. Are you Swoop whore now too?," he snapped, drawing closer, "Do you Swoop give self to every mech slobbering kisses over you? Are you Swoop like filthy autodog? ARE YOU?!" His fist went flying through the air at the last of his bellow, cracking into the wall beside his brother's helm. Fangs bared, Grimlock stared quietly on Swoop, cringing within.
...that was uncalled for...
He shouldn't have said that. He shouldn't have, but-
The autowolf loomed over the smaller one, venting heavily, claws digging into the wood paneling on the walls. Underneath his massive arms, Swoop shuttered his optics, looking up at his brother mutely. Not a word; not a single reaction. Despite everything he'd just said and done... Grimlock snarled, punching the wall again, unmindful of the wood that pierced his servo as it broke through to the other side.
"Why you Swoop not fight back?! Why you Swoop not say anything bad to me Grimlock!? You Swoop coward?!," he shouted, quickly losing his temper again.
This wasn't the way he had expected it to go; this was not the way he wanted to handle things... The situation was rapidly slipping out of his control and he was feeling worse and worse as his guilt increased, inadvertently fueling his rage. Slaggit, he wanted to erase the image of his brother in that other mech's embrace from his helm! He wanted to be the only one to hold him, to have him, just as Swoop had wanted.
...stellar cycles... ago...
Growling as nothing was said still from the younger autowolf, Grimlock tore away, fists shaking at his sides. "Swoop go then," he commanded lowly. "If you Swoop find mate, you Swoop have no more place here. This me Grimlock's territory."
Only silence.
Then: "...does you Grimlock not accept me Swoop?"
The Alpha male turned his helm, staring at his younger brother in confused disbelief. "What you...?"
Swoop canted his helm slightly, lowering his ears in submissive fashion. "You Grimlock not want... Then me Swoop was broken. No mate want after but you brother still kind...," the thin mech quietly explained, "Me Swoop study hard. Be good wolf; make worth of me Swoop despite having no sanction no more. Learn how to be best mate... but you Grimlock not care. Not like. You Grimlock not take me Swoop, even though me Swoop offered many times..."
This time, the younger wold lowered his gaze entirely; his posture slacking a tad following his sombre confession. Grimlock noticed, but he was still trying to make sense of what had been said, that he was unable to act at that moment. Swoop would not wait though. As the silence dragged on for a full klik, the thin mech turned to flee and the older wolf was forced to respond.
"Wait!"
Swoop froze at the servo that wrapped around his arm, his self-taught training making him turn docile in the Alpha male's grasp. Grimlock vented softly, a little irked at his brother's instantaneous meekness, but not wishing to escalate the problem further.
"You... you Swoop change," he said slowly, trying to choose his words carefully. "To different way, to try and be good wolf? For... me Grimlock?"
The younger mech lifted his helm, glancing back at the bigger wolf before nodding slowly. Again, Grimlock sighed -heavier this time- enough that his shoulders sagged. "You Swoop silly... You Swoop never no good. Not waste. You Swoop made crime to... was never you Swoop's fault," Grimlock informed gently, "Swoop, better before change. Me Grimlock miss... hugs and... gifts... and you Swoop's little love..."
"Me Grimlock sorry me not kill vile cat and for failing to protect you Swoop."
It was Swoop's turn to be surprised. Narrow optics flared in alarm and the smaller autowolf ripped himself free from his brother's hold; hugging himself loosely. Grimlock did not mind. Emotion -of any kind- was what he wanted to see, rather than silent indifference. Walking up to the younger wolf, the Alpha male pinned the startled Swoop to the wall gently; nudging his forehead with the bridge of his olfactory sensor.
"Me Grimlock say: come on, you Swoop," he rumbled softly, hoping to incite another reaction from his brother. "Show me Grimlock true autowolf pride."
A change came over the mech below him him, so small and so subtle that the older autowolf almost would have missed it entirely if it weren't for the mouth that came crashing towards his own, as he was shoved away from the wall. Growling pleasantly, Grimlock moved to grab the other's delicate waist and found the slender frame dancing away from his fingertips.
Visor winking in bafflement, the Alpha male looked towards Swoop, circuits humming as he saw the coy expression on his face. It wasn't a smile as he had been hoping for, but it was smirk -albeit small- flirtatious and dangerously beautiful on the other's usually stoic face. And it was all his.
"If you Grimlock want...," Swoop declared softly, vocalizer rich and confident, "You Grimlock must hunt."
And then he was flying out the cottage door, long, thin legs carrying him over bushes and around trees, like the common vixen that pranced through the woods. Dots connecting in his helm, Grimlock grinned toothily, roaring his acceptance of the challenge and rushing to partake in the good-natured hunt.
He ran and he gave chase. It was fun, it was exhilarating; it made his energon burn and hunger grow. Crashing through trees, almost running on his servos and pedes, clawing through the brush as he rushed to get closer. Sometimes he managed to draw nearer -but it was a ploy, part of the game. He only got closer because the other allowed it, taunting and teasing, encouraging their play.
If he could just catch him, how sweet the reward would be.
And finally, he did, catching the lithe autowolf as he tried to take a daring, nimble leap to the right. Sweeping him right out of the air, the two tumbled and rolled away, coming to a pause on a bed of trampled long grass. Panting, they stared at each other intensely: the hunter on top, his prey beneath.
No, not prey. A prize. The best prize ever.
Large claws slid from trembling wrists down slender arms, mapping out the terrain of the other's gently slopping chestplates, frail waist and luscious fur. When he'd gone around once, he returned to the smaller autowolf's chestplates; resting a servo over his spark chamber. The clothe of the other's shirt ruffled between his claws- such a nuisance. Shame in nakedness was an autodog belief, forced upon everyone and brainwashing them to hate and fear the sacredness that was bare plating and its appearance. There was nothing wrong with nakedness; nothing wrong with interfacing.
Nothing wrong...
He spoke these words gently to his prize, forehelms bumping together as he soothed the fear out of those optics. Evil deeds had made the smaller autowolf ashamed, afraid and distrustful of even his own plating. That was an evil even greater than the broken seal he bore.
The hunter would fix that though. He would show him, laying him down in the soft grass again; dying rays of the sun slipping through the thick foliage, highlighting the forest in a golden glow and shimmering like fire in those uncertain, hopeful optics.
Fire that radiated in the other's spark, bolder than any star that ever lit the heavens above. It burned and cooled and called for him, imploding like a nebulon when connected with his own and shaming all the Cosmos and Gods that be with the brilliance it created. It made everything complete. Finally.
Perfectly.
The night was bright, filled with the stars and the fertile moon; the eternal witness as the hunter's howl pierced the heavens above.