Hello! Voodoo three is here! I'm sorry it took me so long to post anything at all, but even though work has finally slowed down, life did not (especially for the mice in my basement and attic). That, and for the past two weeks I've had this very nasty cold that I can not shake. I'm lucky it didn't develop into pneumonia.
I'll be brief on the summary, Wheeljack has a surprise for Magnus, there's a small spoiler about Ratchet's sparklings in the middle, and this is probably the last story with the Magnus doll… Maybe.
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WARNINGS: If you are not into yaoi, slash, or mech preg, please do not read then try giving me a hard time in the comments and reviews. You were warned on the opening tab, and you are being warned just now. So, if I'm not your cup of tea that's perfectly alright, but please don't be shitty about it.
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VOODOO
Chapter 3
"I am going to kill him…" The blue semi griped where he lay on his back. He was irritated and over stimulated, and in his processor, he was plotting his revenge against the Bot responsible for his current predicament. So far, he had imagined finding something sharp, but then he realized that would be too easy. He would need something heavy and blunt, so he could beat the living slag out of Wheeljack's cocky aft. "Talk to someone who can relate huh? Last time I take advice from humans… Ever."
Enough pouting, Magnus told himself as he twisted his helm from side to side. There had to be something he could use to break his invisible bonds. He had already tried reaching for his doppelganger plush with his pedes, but Wheeljack appeared to be smarter than he acted around his superior officer and left the doll just out of his reach. The only thing Ultra Magnus had going in his favor was the familiarity of his own ship. Though his wrists were still bound, he could still move the rest of his body and with whatever amount of flexibility the old bot had in his frame was going to be used. With a few practice swings, the large bot managed to tuck one of his legs under a computer consul post. The plan was to try pulling himself in the opposite direction and distance himself from the haunted plush. Maybe if he got just far enough away, then the hold on him would diminish. There was no guarantee it would work but Magnus's options were very limited.
He gave a couple of gentle tugs on the post to make sure it would support his strength. Before he tried anything further, the semi did his best to first close his valve plating. The most humiliating thing that he was going through right now was the fact he was still aroused. The way the sports car treated him was beyond disrespectful, and Magnus had never expected anyone to act like that in front of him. At least, he never allowed it in front of other witnesses, but if this was some sort of undiscovered quark the semi just didn't know about then he definitely didn't want to try exploring it now. Not when his processor was still teaming with borderline blind rage.
A few minutes passed and even after he calmed himself with some deep intakes, he still couldn't concentrate enough to close his panel. This was just perfect, he thought to himself under a flushed faceplate. If it wasn't bad enough that he was restrained in his own ship, but to be left on the cold floor completely exposed? The positioning of his legs wasn't helping.
"On the count of three…" He huffed, mentally preparing himself for what he believed would be a struggle. "One… Two… Thr—Yah!"
He didn't even have the chance to properly think of the number three before he felt something shaking over his interfacing equipment. He glanced down to his valve and could clearly see a depression of some kind over his anterior node. Clearly nothing was there, but the outer lips of his valve quivered from something slowly spreading them apart. There was nothing physically on him, and he couldn't see anything on the doll, but it was also shaking.
"Wha… What is happening? Ah?" The vibrating increased slightly, making the base of the plush slightly bounce and one of its legs slid over to the side. Now he could clearly see what appeared to be a stimulation device taped over the doll's anterior node. "For frag sake! When did he have time to attach that?!"
Gradually the intensity of the device increased, and the vibrations began to trail up his torso to the hollowed base of his chassis. Heat flushed from his frame as he tried to cross his legs to cover such an embarrassing exposure. Though there was no one around to see him he still felt the need to hide his embarrassment. But no matter which direction he turned, or which position he tousled in he could not escape the invisible device teasing his equipment. The blue semi heaved through his intakes and arched his back as the heat in his tanks grew hotter and hotter. Eventually his vocalizer betrayed him and was shocked when he heard the name he decided to call out.
"Wh-Wheeljack…!" Magnus's oral vent wailed wide open as he kicked and struggled to escape the intensity. It was too much for him to take at once, and he was desperate to make this torment stop, even if it did feel pleasing. "You… You son of a glitch! I—! Oh!" As soon as he cursed the sports car's name the pattern on the device shifted. It was set at the same intensity but shook in an erratic rhythm. Start, stop, start, stop, jolt, jolt, jolt, jolt, jolt, jolt, stop… Start, stop, start stop, so on and so on.
"Uhn! No! I—AH-HAH! AHH!" His first overload swept over him like an unpinned grenade. He knew it was going to go off at any moment and there was no stopping it no matter how much he wanted to put the pin back in. The sensation of its explosive force lingered longer than it should have and by the time the device stopped shaking, Ultra Magnus was exhausted and covered in his own fluids.
"Wheel… Jack…" His voice was clouded with the overpowering whirl of his heaving intakes. His optics were also a blur, but he couldn't tell if it was mostly due to his processor blowing orgasm, or from his extensive blinding rage. "You… You better be ready for me… Because when I get my servos on you—Wah!"
The device came to life once more and this time the large bot's body thrashed wildly. He was not accustomed to over stimulation at all so the second time the vibrations started it had actually frightened him for a moment. The only consolation to this was the weak current, but it may as well have been left on the highest setting.
"N-No! This is too much at once! Wheeljack! Wheeljack!"
"Wheeljack? What are you doing over there?" Ratchet sauntered over to the white Lancia kneeling in a random corner. He finally managed to get his sparklings to calm down and one of them even fell back into recharge, but his little femling was still alert and curled in one of his arms. "Optimus dismissed you about an hour ago, you should get some rest for your next patrol duty."
"I'll be leaving in a minute, Doc." Wheeljack smiled as he toiled with a remote in his servo. "I'm just testing out one of my new gadgets really quick."
"You better not be working on any explosives in her around my younglings or the children." The old mech grouched while he mindlessly toiled with sprockets on his table. One was given to the sparkling in his care and he allowed her to play and lightly nibble on it. The other mech smiled warmly as he passed by them so he could say his farewells for the day.
"Nah, nothing like that. Just something I've been tinkering with for Magnus. He made a comment about how cold his ship gets at night and doesn't want to resort to leaving his power modules running all night or day." He stopped in front of the ambulance and gawked at the wide opticed little one. She blinked at him curiously and even grinned at the way he puffed his cheeks. Uncle Wheeljack, as the humans called him around her, was a strange Bot, but she knew she liked him right away. "I had a few materials left over from the Jackhammer's wreckage, so I thought I'd make him a remote mesh heater for his berth. Just a little something to keep my servos busy on my off time."
"Rather nice of you…" Ratchet found this strange but decided not to question it. It wasn't his business at the time after all… Not until something blew up at least. "Whatever. Just make sure you get some rest. I have a physical scheduled for you tomorrow and I need you to be awake for it this time."
"I'll see you bright eyed and bushy tailed, Doc." Wheeljack chortled then scratched a digit under the femes chin. "See you later too, Sunshine."
She giggled and reached out for him as he walked away, but soon Ratchet needed to bounce her a little when she started to fuss. She was so sad that her friend had left so soon. "Shh-shh-shh… Hey now, don't encourage him."
"Good afternoon, Lieutenant." Wheeljack whispered cheerfully when the lift to Magnus's ship came to a halt. He returned to the spot he left his higher officer lie and noticed he had managed to curl over to one side. Lubricants and transfluid stained the floor, so at some point his spike came out of its housing. The white mech smirked at his own success, his scarred lip-plates parting deviously. "Did you enjoy your time off?"
Not a word was said in reply. The semi didn't even bother looking at him and just stayed suspended in an awkward position facing the wall. The only sound that indicated he was still conscious was the rapid clicking of his overworked cooling vents and occasional wavering of his intakes. The shaking of his frame rattled his metal against the floor sending a small crescendo of vibrations under Wheeljack's pedes. The light tingle was rather pleasing and gave the shorter mech a bit of a thrill.
"I think I left you held up long enough." He walked over to the plush and knelt before it. Slowly he ghosted his digits over the dolls side, watching as Magnus shuttered in response. Carefully he began to untie the restraints with one servo, the other blanketing over the tiny chassis. This offered Ultra Magnus some relief since it felt like the entire hand was laced over the cold front of his metal, but it provided no stable comfort for what he went through. "You should probably get some recharge before going out to the main warehouse. Ratchet says he wants to schedule your next physical exam, and Optimus might put you on the next patrol."
The last thing Wheeljack needed to do was to remove the stimulation device, but unfortunately, he made the mistake of moving too quickly. The blue mech instantly flinched from discomfort and softly wailed through soft tears. "No! No please don't! It's too sensitive now!"
"Alright." The Lancia backed away from the toy with his servos in the air. I'll let you move it on your own time. Other than that your restraints are free, so you can get up whenever you want."
Magnus hardly moved at all aside from placing his servos down to his sides. After a moment of silence passed, the shorter mech began to worry and cautiously crept closer to his superior. "Hey? Are you okay?" Still nothing, even when he crouched down beside Magnus's shoulders. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you? I was just trying to tease you. I didn't intend for you to get hurt at all."
"You did hurt me Wheeljack…" Finally a whisper, one filled with distress. "You left me here… You left me here alone and helpless on the floor of my own ship… How did you not think that would not be hurtful at all?"
"Magnus…" Still moving slowly, the wrecker knelt where he could pull his Lieutenant's back on to his thighs. But before he tried, said Lieutenant turned over on his own and pulled Wheeljack down by the collar of his neck cables. A quick thought passed his mind and the shorter mech truly believed he was going to be killed. He was not predicting a kiss at all, much less one with so much passion and glossa. No doubt he was shocked but didn't reject the gesture. Moments later Magnus broke away from his unpredictable action and stared up at a surprised Bot through half open and tired optics.
"You left me here cold and alone…" He reached for Wheeljack's servo and led it up to his faceplate. Taking the hint Wheeljack cradled it beside the edge of the jawline. For Magnus it was like being touched for the first time ever and he gasped from the other mech's digits curving under his audios. The thumb found its own direction over the weak semi's bottom derma, soothing over it as it quivered from the light heat. "I… I have been alone for a very long time Wheeljack, and I haven't realized how much I missed the touch of another Bot until you pinned me down. So please… I can forgive you if you are willing… And have more to offer…"
This was within reason, unexpected entirely. Wheeljack needed to think for a minute and process everything that was laid out in front of him, which happened to be the withering mess of his superior officer begging him for interface. He actually had a strange dream about this once. All of his resentment aside for Ultra Magnus's higher than thou attitude, he was still a very attractive mech. The idea of him at the white mech's whim and mercy had been a small fantasy of his, but now that it was presented in front of him so openly like this, he was left very conflicted. Would it be right to take it like this? While Magnus was upset and frail?
"Wheeljack…" The blue semi tried to convince him with a glimmer of sadness in his optics. "Please… Touch me…"
Conflict was now fully diminished as Wheeljack told himself, yes. He could very much give in to his Lieutenant because the temptation now was just too great. "Has anyone ever told you that you are kind of cute when you're vulnerable?"
Stealing a kiss this time, Wheeljack devoured every moan Magnus offered him. It was mind shattering for a minute, the thought that such a prude like Ultra Magnus was being so submissive, and it was very exciting to the Lancia. But what truly stuck with Wheeljack the most is what the blue mech said to him earlier. How he had been alone for so long, and just wanted to be touched. He could understand Magnus's dilemma to an extent because he too had been traveling in space alone. Wheeljack was lucky a few times though, running into a couple of old friends and a handful of refugee planets, but as far as how lonely this large imposing bot really was, he didn't know. At the present, that didn't seem to matter because Magnus wasn't pushing him away, and as long as he still had the invitation, Wheeljack would at least offer all the attention the blue semi craved.
"Mmm… W-Wheeljack…" Magnus whimpered as his arms traveled under his companion's shoulders and explored the seams over his back. His clawed hand however just lulled over one of the door wings for support. "More… Please… Come closer to me…"
"Mm…" Wheeljack growled in return, his spike paneling already beginning to heat. "Quick question Lieutenant… Do you want it in your valve or over your spike…?"
"I am also versatile… So if you prefer to be on top, I don't mind. In fact right now I'd prefer it. Ohhh…" The taller mech arched his back when he felt normal sized digits circle over his sensitive and still lubricated valve. The ministrations started gently until Wheeljack's middle digit slid past the lips and slowly slid into the opening. He barely passed his second knuckle joint before Magnus's spike began to pressurize again.
"You're surprisingly tight… Has it been that long for you?"
"Yes…" Magnus sighed with a deep blush saturating his face. "In fact, I only had one lover that preferred to be the spike… The last time we were intimate was before Cybertron went dark…" Quickly he shook his helm and pulled Wheeljack into a full hug. "Is it alright if we don't talk about this now…? And I really don't need that much preparation. I'm ready now if you are."
"Are you sure?" A courteous question, that received a very casual nod for an answer. It was very vague, so Wheeljack expressed all of his care when he pulled his hand away and positioned himself between Magnus's legs. His spike paneling slid open and he watched the Lieutenant's chassis rise and fall on every wavering intake. His optics opened once more to express his eager desire, but it was clear Magnus was also very tired. How many times did the semi overload from the device on the doll? It must have been more than two considering how much fluid was still laced over his silver torso. The streams were actually so long that they reached all the way to the base of red on his chest. It was both an impressive and erotic display that encouraged Wheeljack's engines to rumble in the hollow of his tanks. "Spread your legs further apart for me… I want to be able to reach your chest plating when I lean forward."
"Why?" It didn't seem to matter since Magnus wasn't expecting anything more than an agreed quick interface, but he complied with the request. Wheeljack wasn't fully pressurized yet, but he aligned himself outside of the valve then as he said he would do, he leaned forward and began to lick away the transfluid. "Wh-What are you doing? That's not necessary—Ah…!"
A glossa found its way over then inside of a tender seam which encouraged the larger mech into pushing his pelvic armor upward. Wheeljack circled his hips to add to the friction while he continued to lap up every drop he could feel under his talented tongue, stopping occasionally to nip over stray metal or push into delicate mesh. His servos found their place in the curve of Magnus's waist, and with a mind of their own slid up and down his frame. Up to the base of his blue chest plating, then slowly descended back down to his blue pelvic plating where they also traveled around the back.
"Wow…" Wheeljack growled possessively as he squeezed and keened the sweet metal. "The shape of your aft fits in my servos perfectly. It's almost like you were built for me." His spike slowly pressurized as he listened to the desperate moaning echoing throughout the small ship. He was wondering if anyone passing by would be able to hear such pleasurable noises but brushed the concern off immediately when his spike began to feel constricted. A harsh whimper alerted him to his current lover's needs and he gently pulled back.
"Are you alright? I'm not hurting you?"
"No…" The semi curled his legs around Wheeljack's waist and pulled him closer. "I'm just eager…"
"I see…" The Lancia growled possessively. Magnus's confession was the last thing Wheeljack needed to hear to bring his equipment to a full stance. The mech beneath him gasped at the difference in size that grew inside of him. It appeared Wheeljack was much larger than he first thought. More so apparent when he pushed himself further inside and hit every node Magnus forgot he had.
"Oh! Yes!" He pleaded and pushed his frame upward to meet the slow thrust. "Please Wheeljack! More!"
"As you command, Lieutenant." All control was tossed to the wind and Wheeljack leant back onto his knee joints. The mesh walls were still tight around his member, but the abundant lubricants previous and present made the friction less uncomfortable. Magnus felt a brief pain from the stretch, but it was easy to ignore from all of the blinding pleasure that followed it. The thrusting increased gradually both faster and harder with no interruptions aside from Wheeljack grasping Magnus's spike and pumping it in time with his movements. It was just the right combination of ministrations to send the semi over the edge and he overloaded once more, but with even more intensity the last few times. As he threw his helm back and cried his blasphemy his legs also tightened around Wheeljack; pinning him in place.
"W-Wait!" The white mech gritted his dental plates, already close to the edge himself. "I can't pull out if you do that! Uhn!" Too late. Wheeljack hit his climax just as hard as Magnus, and unintentionally overloaded inside his valve. The warmth of the transfluid prolonged the taller Bot's orgasm. The feeling of being filled had been forgotten a long time ago, but this became a very pleasing reminder.
"Haaaah…" He exasperated on his last wave of ecstasy. When it was all over, he was a shivering and exhausted mess that could barely keep his optics open. "So… Alone…"
When Wheeljack cooling vents slowed down and realized Magnus had passed out, he eased himself out of the valve. A mix of lubricants and transfluid rushed onto the floor, creating a bigger mess that the Wrecker knew he would have to clean up. But first he took hold of his former leader's new appendage and admired it for a moment. "You're not alone anymore Magnus…" He whispered whilst showering the clawed servo in light kisses and nibbles. "And Primus do I hope you're not a Bearer."
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