Sam hated the snow. He hated how cold it made the tracks and how it would accumulate along his body if he sat for too long, he hated how it would blur his vision at high speeds and make his nose burn. He especially hated how the humans so carelessly frolicked in it, making a mess, throwing packed balls of the stuff at each other. The whole winter season irritated him. The lights, music, cheer, everything. He found himself pouting while stopped at York one morning, he was cold, tired, and overstimulated from all the Christmas music blaring through overhead speakers. That was when he saw Ellis who gracefully glided to a stop beside him with light goods cars.

"My my, what's got that handsome face looking so scrunched and cross?" She teased, shaking the snow from her running boards.

Sam curled his lip as he was hit by the ice. "I don't like the snow."

Ellis laughed. "Honey, you need to get laid."

"Why does everyone insist on that?!" Sam snarled, flashing his sharp teeth at the dark female.

She smirked. "Because you're acting like a crank. You've got all this tension built up, you need to release it between someone's axles before you snap on the wrong engine."

The young male grumbled and looked away. "There's no females on this railway that interest me. They're all slutty."

"That's the best kind of female to have for your first time," Ellis purred, lowering her lids. "One who could show you how it's done."

Sam clenched his jaw. He may not have had any experience sexing a female but he knew when one was interested simply by seeing how Meredith would gawk at Flying Scotsman when they were out and about. Ellis' desire was not lost on him. "What do you want?"

The black engine merely fluttered her eyes and offered up her most charming smile. "I want to show you how it's done."

Sam furrowed his brow and studied how the female was looking at him. Her eyes seemed to float across his build, taking in his strong drivers and curvaceous boiler. The hunger was unmistakable, especially once her lecherous gaze reached his front buffer beam and she subtly licked her lips, already imagining what the angry male could've been hiding away. He readjusted his stance when an unexpected wave of heat radiated between his wheels. He growled, unsure of what to think of the warming sensation, but he could see Ellis' smile growing, she knew she had managed to awaken his lustful instincts.

"Come on, baby boy," she whispered, blowing gentle steam towards him. "Let's see what you've got."

Sam twitched his nose as her steam brushed his face like a longing hand. He looked at the clock. He had more than enough time, but he was apprehensive of that scarred female. He knew she entertained Mallard, which he didn't like. "Now?" He asked finally. The building pressure in his undercarriage began to cloud his better judgement.

Ellis' boiler rumbled. "Yes, right now." She gestured behind the male. "There's an old shed just south of here, uncouple yourself and follow me."

The young male was still unsure, but he released himself of his train and turned around to follow his prospective first partner. As he was behind her he noted how starkly her dark form contrasted the sterile landscape, unlike himself who blended right in with the glittery mess. He frowned, still very unhappy with the snow and his livery and when they reached the depressing, lopsided shed he was blowing off enough steam to melt the buildup on his footboards. Ellis had turned around to back inside the drafty berth when she noticed the male's increasing irritation. She grinned. "Don't lose that fire now," she purred, halting just before the end of the spur. "I want you to use it to bang me through these stops."

Sam snorted steam and followed the female inside, his cheeks flushed from the blizzard winds. He paused with space remaining between himself and Ellis, his rod throbbed to be released at that point. Instinct had wholly taken over. "I think I can do that."

"Then get over here and do it," Ellis eyed his lips, she wanted to feel those teeth on her smokebox and tongue. "But not before you let me taste that gorgeous mouth of yours."

He remained still for a moment more then carefully rolled over to Ellis until their buffer pads were flush together and without hesitation, the female yanked him to her and stole his lips. She groaned softly as he opened his mouth and began to lick her tongue while she felt at his teeth. "Bite me," she breathed, her body shook with ecstasy as he began to kiss and lick along the seam under her chin. She couldn't see him smiling at the request, but she felt him start to nibble on her with those razor teeth. She groaned and rolled her body. "Fuck, bite harder!"

Sam did and she yelped from pain and pleasure, blood started to drip down from her cheek which the male shamelessly licked at. He groaned at how good it tasted, salty and warm, his throat tingled while his fire grew at the back of it. He peppered kisses along her cheek until he reached the side of her smokebox where she could best hear his low voice. "Ready for me to fuck you?"

"I've been ready…"

"So you've been planning this?" Sam growled, he'd already dropped his rod and was snaking it between the female's axles. A small smirk had appeared. "Have you been watching me?" He inquired softly, he felt her heat and dragged his tip down her swollen slit. "Fantasizing about me?"

"Yes…" Ellis admitted breathlessly, her undercarriage tingled as he continued to tease her. "Gods please… I need you."

The male's whole frame vibrated from a satisfied growl. "Keep begging." He then licked her from the seam of her smokebox to her lips, forced his tongue in her mouth and began to grind his body and rod against her.

"Oh please! Please, please, please!" Ellis whimpered, she wanted him inside her, but the way his rod glided over her wetness evoked a new level of shocking pleasure. "Fuck me now!"

Sam bit her cheek again and savored the blood as it flowed from the new wound. "Is that how you talk to your superior?"

Ellis' eyes widened, her whole body went static. She realized then just what she brought on in the young male and quickly stuck out her lip in an apologetic pout. "I'm so sorry… sir."

He hummed low with a sly smile. "Good girl," he kissed her eyes. "Now… why don't you try that again?"

The grinding beneath her was intense, she tried to speak several times but only weak moans escaped, but when she found the words she needed they were soft and pleading. "Please, please fuck me, please… daddy."

Sam's stern expression lapsed briefly, but he recovered, his smirk grew ever wider. "Ohh, I like that. Say it again."

"Daddy," Ellis breathed.

"One more time."

"Daddy, please!"

Before she could finish her cries Sam slipped himself all the way inside her, the sensation made him gasp. She was so tight and warm and wet, he moved in and out with ease. He started slow, but as the shock of the feeling wore off he picked it up drastically, eventually he began bashing her into the stops with greater force than even Mallard. She moaned loud and deep, her eyes closed and she took the feeling of him in. She didn't see his rod but the way he stretched her she could've easily pictured its deliciously obscene size. She laughed quietly as she realized he likely inherited his gifted anatomy from Scotsman.

Sam's own mind was completely foggy, all he could focus on was the incredible feelings rocking his body. He had no idea what he was doing but he moved on Ellis like a pro, thrusting hard and deep, putting his whole body and strength behind each forward movement. As his first orgasm neared he couldn't hold back his moans, he sighed and grunted and cursed right in Ellis' ear. He whispered her name before engaging in another sloppy, bloody kiss and when he came he broke the embrace to clench his teeth and soak in the mind-numbing bliss that overwhelmed his senses and filled Ellis' already pulsing valve. When the high began to wear off he started to pull himself from Ellis but she protested profusely.

"You can't be done already!" She begged desperately. "Please, that was the best I'd had in so long…"

The male didn't stop and stowed his rod with expert ease. He appeared bored by Ellis' begging. "Maybe some other time we can go longer, but I have somewhere I need to be."

Ellis ceased her pleas and watched Sam leave, she didn't even bother to hide her disappointment or the complete shock. She did however hope he would hold true to his saying they'd meet up again.

Back at York, Sam was coupled to his coaches once more, his body and undercarriage still sensitive and when a gust of wind whipped him underneath he couldn't stop the deep groan that resounded from the back of his throat. He wanted more, but not from Ellis. He shook himself off and departed as soon as the whistle blew, for once eager to complete his day and return to his shed.

Flying Scotsman was once again on Sodor with Hayden at his controls and Alex as his fireman. It almost felt like old times to the controller and his partner but the tension created by the large male in their charge did well to keep the reminiscing minimal. When handling the throttle, Hayden would occasionally stroke his thumb over the metal in hopes Scotsman would feel it and take it as reassurance. His engine did feel it, but every little touch seemed to push him closer to rage and after the most recent little pet the male made sure to growl low enough to rumble the cab. Hayden simply sighed and moved his hand back to the rubber grip and didn't dare move it again.

When they arrived at Knapford to pick up Scotsman's coaches Lammergeier was at platform two napping between his runs. Scotsman did his best to ignore the engine but once the German male caught whiff of his foreign foe's scent his eyes popped open and he glared. "Oh, so you're back?"

"So I am," Scotsman replied curtly, still refusing to look at him.

Lammergeier raised his brow and sighed, shifting his great weight awkwardly on his wheels. "You get to pull zhe fancy coaches still? After your little stunt at zhe sheds?"

The English engine began to grind his teeth. He wanted so bad to knock that smug look of the Sudrian male's face. "Yes, I get to pull zhe fancy coaches." He mocked Lammergeier's thick accent which made the aforementioned frown.

"Well zhat's very rude of you," he said. "You should be more kind, you're in my island."

Scotsman scoffed, finally looking at the sharply painted red and black male. "Your island? That's quite a bold claim. What have you done to earn such a station besides fuck a few little shunters?"

"I beat you," Lammergeier snarled. His driver and fireman appeared on the platform beside him carrying warm drinks and breakfast. Of course their lax expressions warped to concern when they saw how the two males were staring at each other.

Hayden noted the crew's worry and slipped out onto his engine's footboards. He scooted along his boiler and then placed himself in front of Scotsman's face. "Hey, you said you would behave this time," The young controller made sure to whisper, he hardly enjoyed public scoldings of his machines. "You can't let this jackass antagonize you. It's what he wants."

"He stuck that crooked German cock in my Meredith several times and now insults me to my face!" Scotsman snarled. "He's better off as a stain under my wheels!"

"You sure you vant to go again, big man?" Lammergeier jeered with a snaggly grin. "You don't have your bastard son here to protect you zhis time."

"If he hadn't intervened you would've been scrap at the smelters!" Hot smoke billowed from his nostrils and Hayden began to stumble as his male made angry gestures towards his opponent.

"Easy, fellow!" Hayden held out his arms and grabbed one of Scotsman's smoke deflectors. "I'm still standing here!"

"Yeah, you should listen to your owner, der Greis!"

Scotsman's nostrils flared with fire and steam. "What did you just call me?!" He reared up in anger and when he did he knocked Hayden off his fender and the young controller tumbled to the ground. He landed with a heavy metal bang and a painful crack of his ribs.

"Hayden!" Alex jumped from Scotsman's cab onto the ballast and to his partner who clutched his side as he tried to sit up. He spoke softly to the young controller who tried to wave the incident off and get to his feet on his own, but the pain caused him to drop to his knees on the tracks with a tight groan.

Flying Scotsman sat wide-eyed as he watched Lammergeier's crew and a few waiting passengers jump down to assist his controller. He began to panic, his rate of breathing picked up and he looked around nervously. "I'm so sorry…" he said softly, he felt tears begin to accumulate as he blinked. "I'm so— so sorry."

Once Hayden was on his feet he tried to smile at his engine but winced again as he was being moved towards the edge of the platform. "Scot, it's okay," he assured. "It was an accident. I'll phone for Kenneth, okay? See if he'll drive you instead."

Scotsman simply looked away, his cheeks ran hot, he was incredibly embarrassed and when he noticed Lammergeier's cackling and all the small human eyes on him he suddenly reversed away from the terminal and ran backwards down the mainline until he found a turn off where he quickly darted down the branch line until he bashed into a set of spurs hyperventilating and crying.

Once Hayden was lifted onto the platform he shoved everyone off him, grabbed Alex, and pulled him towards where his engine fled. Alex fought him and insisted he be taken to the hospital but Hayden was stubborn and wasn't about to let his engine be panicked and alone.

"You're an idiot!" Alex cried as he followed his limping partner through the thick forest snow. "Hayden, you're going to make yourself worse moving like this! Let me handle Scot and you go to the hospital, please!"

"No!" Hayden snapped, he had his arm over his side and his head pounded from the pain. He had removed his coat because he felt hot which was what brought on Alex's persistent nagging. "There's nothing can be done about a broken rib. Just rest and recover but I will not rest when one of my engines is alone and distressed, okay?"

Alex grabbed Hayden's arm, forcing the man to stop. "Hayden, I love you, but I'm not going to let you put yourself in harm's way for a goddamn steam engine!"

"He's not just a steam engine!" Hayden barked, he whipped around and pulled his arm from his partner's tight grasp. "That's all anyone ever sees them as is machines, but they're not. We're proven time and time again how they're so much more but because they're made mostly of metal we refuse to acknowledge their life!" He began to pace in front of Alex, he threw his arms up in spite of the searing pain. "Mallard, Flying Scotsman, the lot of them were emotionally neglected and even abused by Doctor Hart and I'm not going to be like that, I'm not going to ignore that they have feelings and right now Scot is probably scared I'm going to confine him or worse so forgive me for wanting to comfort him and not leave him alone to stress out!"

Alex dropped his hand then crossed his arms over his chest, his cap had fallen off during the initial scuffle and his short hair did very little to keep the chilly winds at bay. He shook his head and sighed. "You've got a big heart… I can't stand it sometimes."

Hayden smiled and held out his hand which Alex took after giving it a solid glare. They made their way through the frozen thicket together until they came upon a line, Alex crouched and touched the metal. It was warm from an engine recently rolling through. They both followed the line until they reached another turn off and in the distance they were able to make out a tail light attached to a green tender. Hayden walked in front of Alex along the track, unconcerned about another train possibly sneaking up from behind. He rounded to the front of his engine and exhaled quietly when he saw Scotsman's face wet with tears. "Scot," he started softly. He rubbed the metal of his cylinder which made the male jump. "Easy, easy," he shushed. "I can't climb up there to talk to you so you're going to have to settle for looking down on me, okay?"

Scotsman swallowed and looked at the controller standing before him. "I'm so sorry…" he stammered. "I didn't mean—"

"I know, I know," Hayden put his hand on Scot's buffer beam and smiled. The cold feeling helped distract from the pain. "You're not in trouble, that engine was egging you on, but again, I really need you to control your temper out here. We're under contract and if we break it that's my ass and you've already got marks against you from the board. We can't have anymore incidents or you'll be put down and I don't want that to happen, okay?"

"Okay," Scotsman sniffed. "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing," Hayden chuckled. "Just take us back to the station and wait for your replacement driver."

The engine nodded and waited patiently for Alex to help Hayden back into his cab before reversing back out to the mainline and returning to Knapford. Thankfully, Lammergeier had gone, but Gordon had shown up in his place. Scotsman snarled as they approached but once he recalled what Hayden said he looked away from his brother and said not a word to him as his controller was loaded onto a stretcher from an idling ambulance outside the station.

Finally, Flying Scotsman was able to complete a perfect run along the coast, incident free. He wasn't too cheerful, but maintained a pleasant enough countenance to satisfy his passengers, and Kenneth handled him like a charm, giving the engine enough leeway to not feel totally restrained as he powered down the lines. By the end of the day he was almost smiling when he returned to Victoria which caught the eye of another engine parked who had just finished up his day.

"Heard you had another incident on that little island," Sam mused from beside his father. "I'm surprised to see you so chipper considering you hurt our controller."

Scotsman raised his brow and studied the young male and when he took a deep breath in he knew. "You've finally lubed your rod, haven't you?"

Sam was taken aback and fumbled. "How would you know that?"

"Boy I can smell it on you," Scotsman couldn't help but grin. "The sweet stench of sex, you'll learn to identify it quickly."

"Don't make this about me, I was talking about you and your mishaps." The young engine glowered.

Scotsman shrugged. "It was an accident and everything worked itself out. Now tell me, was it good?"

Sam was skeptical of Scotsman being so friendly to him but figured it would be best to humor him considering his recent proclivity to snap unexpectedly. "It was… alright."

The older male winced. "Just alright?"

"I guess…" Sam didn't want to admit that it was more than alright, that he was itching to hookup again and really get himself off. He decided to force a yawn as he noted the setting sun. "I really should be going, it's been a long day."

"Right," Scotsman watched the young male then quickly depart without even a goodbye. He was curious, but instead returned to his own berth with his own itch to scratch.

Sam rolled into a small yard about a mile outside Liverpool. A small roundhouse with two berths sat comfortably in the middle of a maze of tracks and spurs. A place where he and Marilyn were free to stretch their wheels when feeling antsy. He was pleased to actually find his sister snoozing in her stall, lately she'd been absent most nights and would come back early morning worked up and exhausted. Sam pretended not to know what she was doing, but especially then he understood. He eased towards her, the hunger in his undercarriage threatened to burst forth before he could properly seduce her.

He gently buffered up to her then pushed her all the way back into the shed where they would both be sheltered from the cold and prying eyes. She finally woke when he pulled away and started at how close he was. "Oh! Sam! Hello… what— uhh… what're you doing in here?" She looked around him then at his face, his gaze hooded and lustful, a stare she knew well from Mallard. "Uhh… Sam?"

Sam buffered up to his sister and leaned close to her smokebox, he spoke low and slow. "Stop talking and open up that panel of yours."

"What?!" Marilyn gasped, she tried to back away but she was flat against the stops. There was nowhere to go. "No! I'm not having sex with you, you're my brother!"

"I think that's exactly why you should," Sam purred, nondetered by her clear disapproval. "Who else better to please you than your own blood?"

"Sam, please," Marilyn began to sweat profusely. "I really don't think this is a good idea."

"We're not people, Mary," Sam insisted. "We don't procreate, carry diseases, none of that." He breathed in her sweet scent as he dragged his lips across hers, his nose suddenly filled with a warm aroma, one he recalled from his tryst with Ellis that morning. He smiled. "All we have to worry about is not getting caught." He felt Marilyn's mouth move towards his and he took her lips with more vigor than Ellis. She tasted just as sweet as he'd hoped, her tongue warm and slippery and he wasted no time slinking his rod out and into her opened valve. He reveled in her sharp inhales as he began to thrust hard without any build up. They continued to kiss and suck on each other's lips while he fucked her to the rhythm, both groaned low in their throats.

"Pick up the pace," Marilyn whispered after breaking the kiss to breathe.

Sam responded by stopping completely. He pinned Marilyn down and grumbled. "Ah ah ah," he hissed, he traced the points of his teeth over her cheeks. "I give the orders here, not you."

"Is that so," Marilyn licked her lips, her body tingled as his teeth glided over her face. "And what do I have to do to get you to go faster?"

"Beg."

The word seemed to shock Marilyn's senses, she shuddered and giggled. "Okay, I'll bite," she hummed. "Please fuck me faster. Pretty please."

"Pretty please, who?" Sam pressed, he removed his rod from her and started to grind it flat against her soft valve.

Marilyn sighed, he felt so good stroking her she had forgotten what it was they were talking about. She simply closed her eyes and moaned while he played with her undercarriage which made Sam stop again and Marilyn frowned immediately. "What's your problem?"

Sam grabbed her and pulled her close, his eyes black and furious. "I asked you pretty please, who?!"

She stammered and flushed, his weight seemed to double against her. "Sam…" she gasped. "Sam… you're… hurting me…"

"Call me daddy and I'll stop," Sam hissed, putting more pressure against his sister who began to gasp for air.

Marilyn's eyes watered from the pain. "Ugh… daddy… please stop!"

"That's better," the male growled. He let off her and moved his rod to stroke her undercarriage again. She shivered as he lowered himself to her once more. "Just so you know, I'm the one you'll come to from now on. Not Scot, not any of those A4 scumbags. Only. Me. Do you understand? You're mine!"

Marilyn looked at her brother, his eyes burned and he wore a grin so vile it made her nauseous, but she didn't want to fight him. She couldn't, she felt how strong he was, he would snap her before she had a chance to make her first blow, so without a sound she nodded and lowered her gaze. Something awakened in Sam that day and Marilyn was terrified.

I'll be honest, I can't remember if I credited Heimchen for the use of their character, Lammergeier, when I first threw him in here. If I did, oh well, here it is again. He belongs to them and their AU respectfully and I hope they don't mind me sprinkling his pleasant self into my main AU and not just a little side story. Lol.

Anyway, thank you all so much for the love and the reviews! It's all greatly appreciated!