CONTENT WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS ADULT THEMES, CRUDE LANGUAGE, EXPLICIT CONTENT, SEX, AND VIOLENCE.
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"Let's just take a moment to reflect on what exactly happened in Aberdeen." Dr. Edward Blackman sat reclined in a leather chair across from Hayden. His dark eyes scrutinized the engine driver with intensity. "You and your… partner found yourselves caught up in what can only be described as a battle for dominance, correct?"
"Yes," Hayden clutched his cup of tea with both hands, his nerves made it possible for him to ignore the burning in his palms caused by the hot liquid. He hadn't spoken of the incident for weeks, but he could no longer fight back the intrusive thoughts. He had to speak of it to someone. "I didn't see much of the actual brawl, but I recall a moment I was in the woods. I felt something or someone watching me. There was a distinct hiss of steam, but when I finally found the tracks I saw… nothing."
Dr. Blackman nodded. It was early afternoon which meant he was dressed smart. Pressed shirt, tie, pleated black trousers, his mustache greased and shaped to be perfectly symmetrical above his tightly pursed lips. He took in Hayden's sunken eyes and stiff posture. It was painfully apparent what had happened to him and Alex caused trauma. Understandably, of course.
Dr. Blackman set his tea down on a nearby table and crossed his legs. He knew he had to be cautious with Hayden when discussing such a sensitive subject, but he also held within him a burning excitement. An actual battle of dominance between steam locomotives. It was unprecedented and he had to be conservative in his eagerness to hear all the details. He inhaled deeply through his nose. "Can you remember any specific engines you came across?"
Hayden nodded then stared at his bronzy reflection in his tea. "I remember Emerson. It was his driver who broke into our home; who— shot Alex."
"Emerson? The one-off A3?"
Hayden simply glanced back up to Dr. Blackman who took that as a yes. "I thought he was Meredith's friend. I never imagined he would… conspire like that. I never imagined he would try to hurt her."
Dr. Blackman simply lowered his head, keeping his eyes locked on Hayden. "That's the issue with these creatures. So driven by desire they develop tunnel vision. I'm sure his actions have steered her away?"
"I assume so— I'll admit I've not spoken to Meredith since before the incident." Hayden lifted his gaze to a window just behind Dr. Blackman's shoulder. He stared out into the mid-winter landscape and sighed. "I just hope she's doing better now."
The large station at Vicarstown on the Island of Sodor gleamed with life. Its glass canopies blanketed in sparkly, smooth snow. Children frollicked between platforms all wrapped in cozy coats and hats while their parents chased frantically after them lest they stumble onto the tracks as a train approached.
At platform 1 sat Gordon with his express coaches, his cheeks flushed red from the cold air as it forced his boiler to work overtime to remain at temp. The great engine let out a shudder while he watched a small boy stumble along the platform beside him with his older sister who did her best to keep him from the edge.
Gordon huffed steam from his nostrils. He wasn't in too terrible of a mood, but his steam flared all the same. His dark eyes shifted from the small children to the track beside him as a little blue tank engine came to a gentle halt. That was when his stern expression broke for a smile. "Good morning, beautiful."
Meredith yawned and gave her body a sturdy shake as passengers disembarked from the coaches. She then smiled at Gordon. "Flattery will get you nowhere."
"I beg to differ." Gordon said with a sly wink and a smirk.
Meredith blushed and gave his side a playful bump as her mind began to wander back to when Gordon had cornered her on a siding the night before. Her axles still felt tingly and her undercarriage ached in the best way. He laid into her like he never had before and her throat still felt hoarse from all the deep and visceral sounds she made. It had been so long since the two had been intimate and Gordon held not a thing back when she finally caved to his seductions.
"Something wrong?" Gordon could tell Meredith was distracted by the way she kept looking everywhere but him. "Can you look at me please?"
"No," Meredith said plainly, turning her attention to a bundled gentleman reading a newsprint on a nearby bench.
"And why not?"
"Because I just can't." She said, adjusting her weight on her wheels. "I have jobs to do and I can't be tempted to delay them."
At first Gordon was annoyed. He furrowed his brow and frowned, but then he understood what she meant and quickly adorned a grin so mischievous it could've rivaled Flying Scotsman. He glanced around, making sure no passengers were within earshot before stretching himself to whisper to Meredith. "I've got a half hour, you know."
Meredith looked up at Gordon and he winked yet again. She melted, her entire body radiated heat. "Fuck you." She whispered.
"That's the spirit." Gordon purred. He was uncoupled from his coaches and steamed forward slowly as he gestured for Meredith to follow.
The little blue tank engine looked at the station clock. She didn't have as much time as Gordon, but maybe her passengers would forgive her if she was just a smidge late.
Meredith followed Gordon down to the shunting yard. Rosie was gone delivering empty cars and the long goods shed was wide open.
Meredith turned herself around and began to back in while her gaze was locked with Gordon's. His eyes were low and full of lustful desire as he took in every edge of her, every curve, every detail— down to the smallest scratches on her buffers. Gordon inhaled deeply, her sweet warm scent sent sparks through his boiler and before the door could shut behind them he slammed her against the buffer stops, locking his mouth with hers in a heavy makeout.
Meredith groaned against his weight while their tongues danced against each other. She took in his smokey breath as it quickened with his growing arousal and she shifted her body up closer against his buffer beam. Oh how she wanted him. Everything ached and she could feel her boiler and face already accumulating sweat.
"What do you want?" Gordon hummed lowly, his lips hovered against Meredith's while she worked to steady her breathing.
"You." She sighed along with an attempt to steal another wet kiss. Gordon moved away with a chuckle.
"What's the magic word?" Gordon's playful banter drove Meredith wild as his voice rumbled in her ear. He hated himself for teasing her. He wanted to let her have it, but he knew the build-up would be more than worth it.
Meredith groaned in frustration. "Now!"
Gordon kept quiet as he shoved himself inside her with more force than many would consider necessary, but Meredith loved it. She gasped and groaned with every hard thrust and yet she still begged he go even harder, and Gordon would happily oblige, letting out his own throaty moans while doing so. The force of his movements would cause the buffer stops holding Meredith onto the track to crack and bend, but Gordon never once slowed, nor did Meredith ask him to, she simply cried out in ecstasy with every movement.
They kept up the intense love-making until they were both red-faced, sweaty, and puffing steam from every vent. Meredith's breathing was raspy, her throat stung from all the noise she made. Gordon began to back away, he worked hard to steady his own inhales and exhales, but Meredith pulled him back into another kiss. He sighed then pushed back into her embrace as he let his mouth slobber up hers. It seemed they both completely forgot about the schedules they needed to keep and their crews weren't about to try and pull them apart.
"Dirk!"
A growling voice boomed across the Steamworks yard at Doncaster on the mainland. The little German tank engine in question peeked out from a storage room at the very back. He scuttled forward through the mess of parts and scattered workmen to a blue engine at the main entrance. Dirk suddenly screeched to a halt when he saw who it was. His cheeks ran hot and he began to back away. "Oh, hello, Emerson."
The newly repainted Emerson slipped inside wearing a sinister smile as he creeped closer to the unexpectedly flustered tank engine. "I don't suppose you have a bit of free time, do you?" Emerson inquired with a slow blink. His new garter blue paintwork was most becoming and the red spokes of his wheels popped brilliantly in the cool light of the winter sun. Despite the subtle scarring across his face, Emerson was still one of the more handsome engines on the Railway.
"Oh, well, I was actually just about to reorganize our parts stores." Dirk stammered as he continued backwards, Emerson, however, was closing in at an alarming speed.
Emerson smirked a wicked smirk, licking his lips. "I'd like to rearrange some parts on you, Dirk."
Dirk swallowed. His undercarriage throbbed, but he was also terrified. Emerson was an intimidating engine. He carried all the sexual prowess of Flying Scotsman with the lethality of Mallard. Like Emerson had become some terrifying conglomerate of two of the strongest, most sexed-up engines on the mainland. The former Sudrian engine had quickly developed a reputation as no one could resist the A3's sideways smile and deep purr of a voice.
Emerson continued to press on towards Dirk until the two wound up in the low-lit parts storage rooms. He eyeballed the little German engine. "Looks like you've got yourself cornered." He teased.
Dirk's mouth felt dry. Emerson was so close; his hot breath wafted against Dirk's face. "I'm really not sure I have time for this, Emerson." He pressed though his tone was breathless and shaky. Every sensible part of Dirk wanted to reject Emerson's advance, but he also didn't mind the idea of being roughed up by such a perfect engine.
"Well you better make time." Emerson hummed. He brushed his lips against Dirk's, making the little engine moan. He then did it again, but that time Dirk managed to catch his lips, ensuing a hungry, sloppy makeout that would quickly escalate to so much more.
Some time later, Emerson slipped from the Steamworks leaving behind a shaky, smiling Dirk to collect himself in the privacy of the parts storage. He wasn't one to linger after a lay. Too much risk for attachment.
As the blue A3 pulled onto the mainline he came across Quicksilver stopped at a coal hopper with a line of sparkling silver coaches fresh from the washdown. Emerson attempted to slip by him unnoticed, but the perceptive A4 caught him just as he merged onto the mainline. "Emerson!" He called.
The young A3 clenched his jaw and stopped in a huff. "What?"
"What were you doing at the Steamworks?" Quicksilver was stern. He was under direct orders from Flying Scotsman to keep the young engine on a short leash.
Emerson started up again, ignoring Quicksilver's narrowed gaze. "My coupling rod needed tightening."
Quicksilver raised his brow as he kept pace with Emerson. He knew the young engine was lying to him. The pungent scent of sex was almost too much for the stoic A4 to bear. "You know how Scot feels about you running around during working hours."
"What concern is it of his?" Emerson growled as he picked up speed, sending up clouds of snow behind him.
Quicksilver caught up with Emerson easily which served to frustrate the A3 more. "It causes delays in services, Emerson. Need I remind you of your probation?"
Emerson merely huffed steam from his nostrils and continued onward with ever increasing speed. He refused to acknowledge Quicksilver had a reasonable point. Emerson had quickly developed into a rather prideful engine. It made him stubborn.
Quicksilver followed Emerson all the way back to London, the young engine continued ignoring the onslaught of reprimands from Quicksilver to the point he didn't notice Flying Scotsman sitting at the terminal wearing an expression harder than the plates around his boiler. "Where's your coaches, boy?" He snarled.
Emerson's wheels locked up. He meet Scotsman's gaze and recoiled while the dominant A3 regarded him with heavy disapproval. "I left them in the yard." Emerson finally said as Quicksilver settled into his proper platform to allow his passengers to board his coaches. "I uhh— I needed to go to the Steamworks."
"Oh?" Scot said with a curious raise of his brow. He glanced to Quicksilver who merely pressed his lips together. Scotsman looked back to Emerson. "What did you go to the Steamworks for exactly?"
"My coupling rod had come loose." Emerson lied, though he managed to keep his countenance straight. Flying Scotsman, however, didn't believe it for a second— just like Quicksilver, he could smell the sex on the young engine.
"Emerson," Scotsman said with a cool smile. "Why don't you and I take a little drive and chat, hm?" He was then uncoupled from his coaches and rolled out of the terminal. Snow had begun to fall once more, the delicate flakes steamed up as they hit the big engine's piping hot boiler.
Emerson swallowed but obeyed, casting a nervous glance to Quicksilver who offered nothing comforting in return, just a slight narrowing of his eyes as he watched the two A3's depart on a siding towards Cambridge.
Flying Scotsman was silent most of the drive until they reached a more private location shrouded by snowy brush. He instructed Emerson to not move from the line before he proceeded to turn himself around at a nearby junction. When he came back Emerson was still there, his eyes looked everywhere but at Scotsman as the dominant engine approached slowly. "So what were you really doing at the Steamworks?"
"I told you, my coupling rod needing tightening." Emerson insisted as he locked eyes with the older A3. "That's it."
Scotsman glowered. "Don't you dare lie to me." He hissed, inching ever closer. "You don't think I can't smell that little German shunter on you?"
The color drained from Emerson's face. "I— I—"
"It's one thing to lie to me, Emerson, but it's another to lie to me about fucking my little Dirk." Scotsman growled, he grabbed Emerson's buffers to draw the young engine close enough for their faces to nearly touch. "Am I going to have to teach you a lesson?"
Emerson scoffed though he felt nervous being so close to Scotsman. "What're you gonna do? Beat the piss outta me? You've already done that."
A vile grin creeped its way across Scotsman's face, by that point the two were so close no light could be seen between them. "Oh no," he purred. "I was thinking something a little more… intimate."
Emerson felt his whole body lock up, completely lost for words he stared Scotsman down as he tried to decide if his superior was merely joking. Unfortunately, he was dead serious. "So… instead of beating me you're going to… fuck me?"
"No— fucking is fun." Scotsman teased, dropping his voice to a deadly whisper. "This won't be fun— for you." Their lips accidentally brushed as Scotsman was talking and an intense static wave shot down Emerson's body and he jerked backwards. He didn't want to feel that for Scotsman. He didn't want to want him. It was weird and wrong.
The sudden movement from the young engine startled Scotsman and he ripped down on Emerson's buffers, slamming their foreheads together so he could look him right in the eye. "Keep yourself and your cock away from what's mine. I do recall having said this to you before and I'm not a big fan of repeating myself."
Emerson simply nodded. He curled his lips inward and was wide-eyed as Scotsman finally let him go. The green A3 considered the trembling engine before him with a cruel smile before he switched to a separate track to return to London. Emerson stayed behind in stunned shock. He couldn't bring himself to move and he had to remind himself to breathe. It was rather stupid of him to go after an engine Scotsman claimed exclusivity over, but he had not expected to be threatened in such a way. It was alarming. He never imagined he'd be on Scotsman's radar in that way.
Emerson grinned and started forward. He wondered what would happen should he pay Dirk another visit.
Evening all! I'm back! Suuuuper excited to get started on this installment. Got big plans, y'all, big plans! If you're here and have not read my previous Engines fics I highly suggest starting from the beginning otherwise you may find yourself LOST.
Anywho; diving right in with the sex and the drama. Who needs build-up anymore? I think we're far enough along in this scene/mood setting isn't too necessary. We all know what this universe holds.
Pretty Katydid; So I'll admit I was planning on having some weirdness between Scot and Em before I started writing but I found so much comfort in you thinking of the same thing it gave me confidence to follow-through. Hehe.
Meredith still isn't done with her bullshit, but for now at least things will stay normal. We just have to see how I feel as I write. Lmao.
Well, that's all I have to say for now. I'll be seeing y'all in the next chapter!! Byeeeeee.
Much love;
Bumble