C.M.D: Oh jeez, here we are again at another update period and I am almooooooost late for it... So many IRL things to take care of. T n T Anyways, this is censored, so if you'd like to read the full version, please hop over to my Archive account to do so.
Sleek, car panels slid in his grasp, yellow claws clinching just a little tighter against a slender waist. It hardly was a hindrance to the mech he held, who was busy rocking lightly against his captor as they exchanged fevered kisses. Eventually, the Predacon pulled back, licking up the string of oral fluid that trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"My lovely whirlpool," Sky-Byte purred, his servo still running across the dips and seams of his partner's backstruts. "You intoxicate me; such flavor your kisses hold!"
Red optics glanced up at him, half-shuttered, a mischievous smirk under their glow. "If that's so, you better get back to kissing me then!," Side Burn replied, grinding his aft into the shark's pelvic armor. His cocky grin grew as the older mech hissed in pleasure.
"N-not so fast!," Sky-Byte insisted, lifting the dodge viper up enough so that he couldn't create any more friction. "Please, my tumultuous tempest," he soothed gently at his partner's sound of frustration, "I wish to enjoy what little time we have. Allow me to serenade you; I've written another piece that I'm certain you shall adore. Or perhaps we can have a lil' snack and discuss intricate details of ourselves. Any activity you want, I am happy to partake in."
Side Burn grabbed the Predacon's face, leaning forward despite the claws' hold, to nip at the other's lip components. "I really like what we're already doing," he announced cheekily, fingers stroking up and down the shark's helm fin. "Why can't we just keep doing that?"
Disappointment echoed in the beast-former's spark even as he flushed at the coy petting. "We-well, I-"
"Or," Side Burn piped up, grin broadening as his eagerness grew, "Did you want to take this another step further?"
"F-further?!," Sky-Byte croaked, his grip having gone lax enough that the Autobot wriggled out easily, falling back into the older mech's lap. His whole face was on fire as the dodge viper slid up against his frame sensuously, red optics darker with lust.
"Yeah," Side Burn confirmed, mouth brushing against the shark's fangs as he spoke. "It's been so long since I've popped my panels. We should plug up!"
That gave Sky-Byte pause. Confusion quickly turned to discomfort and then anxiety as the blue mech sat back an inch, fingers sliding under his exposed engine block and reeling out three thin, yellow braided cords.
"C'mon, show me yours," the Autobot urged, an impatient servo already pressing into the seams on his companion's chestplates; searching.
Quietly, the shark grasped the other's servos, claw moving from the dodge viper's waist to put some distance between them. It hurt to see his young lover's immediate dejection. "...Side Burn, I'm afraid that isn't possible."
A flicker of anger made itself known on Side Burn's face with a sullen frown. "S-so, what? If this is some round about way for you to say that you don't like me o-or that you think I'm gonna infect you w-with something, then I guess we're through!," he snapped, jumping to his pedes, stuffing his cabling out of sight once more.
Sky-Byte was quick to follow, bewildered at his lover's over-reaction. "Monsoon? Tsunami? My tender Mackerel?! Please, do not go!," he begged, cutting off the Autobot's escape from the grotto. He grabbed at Side Burn's servos with his own claws and fingers, trying to meet the blue mech's avoidant gaze. "I do care for you, my beautiful coral, and I would be honoured to delve deeper into this relationship with you. My refusal is not a fault on you."
"Yeah, right," his shorter partner hissed under his intakes.
The shark would have been hurt by the dismissive words if he were not so angry at the dodge viper's ignorance. How dare the Autobots deny his lover of an in-depth education to Predacons' and their anatomy. "I am serious, Side Burn, but I understand now that your lack of knowledge is a crime carried out by your nefarious leaders," Sky-Byte continued, releasing the blue mech and standing up straighter.
Side Burn didn't reply to the comment, though he cast the Predacon several, curious glances in between staring out of the grotto's mouth. That was enough attention for the older mech to thumb back a seamless panel beneath his chestplate gem, and gently tug one of the acid-green cords forward.
"See what I mean?," he softly asked, disheartened by the wide-opticed stare of the Autobot.
Side Burn looked on the cords with growing disappointment, a little worm of shame wriggling in his fuel tanks. The Predacon's cabling was three times thicker than what the dodge viper sported, with large, black hexagon-shaped apertures; Autobots in comparison had thin, rectangular connection points.
"Now do you see?," Sky-Byte softly inquired. "It's not as though I do not care for you and wish to go further, it's-"
"We're literally incompatible," Side Burn interjected flatly. He sighed, arms loosely winding around his torso as he looked away. "So this thing between us is pointless..."
The shark nearly hit his helm against the cave's roof as he went ram-rod straight at the muttered words. "W-wha-?! No! No, my precocious pearl," he argued, slamming his cabling out of sight and grabbing the Autobot's arm, "Our love is not insignificant! The passion we carry in our sparks is worth more than the minor inconsistencies of our builds!"
Sky-Byte faltered for a moment at the disbelieving frown he got from his partner. "...b-but, if it is such a-a concern, lil' sea sprite," he smiled toothily, "There are other means o-of connecting."
That really brought a scowl to Side Burn's face- though there was an undeniable curious glint to his optics, all the same. "Just what cryptic nonsense-," he started, before the blue mech found himself suddenly pinned to the rock wall roughly. Disoriented, he gave a tiny squeak as his legs were just as quickly shoved apart.
"Sk-sky-Byte?!"
The Predacon shared with the Autobot a fanged smile, one that looked considerably more malicious than intended. "Forgive my forcefulness," he apologized, pressing in closer to the dodge viper, while his servo slid tenderly down blue plating, "But to teach you of how Predacons' interface -and the knowledge that this is a whole, new experience for you- has my circuitry a lot more charged than previously. I do so hope you can overlook my eagerness."
"U-uhh, o-okay," Side Burn whispered, engine turning over a couple times with unspoken fright. Despite the shark's words, the reality was he still held the blue mech immobile against the grotto wall, with fangs -much smaller than his alt-mode but just as sharp- threateningly close to his delicate neck cables. What if he'd made the wrong choice?
Before the dodge viper could go down that rabbit hole of doubts, long fingers were dragging hard up the underside of his aft and to the front- the tiny 'shck' of plating sliding away enough to stall his intakes.
Optics onlining, the dodge viper was afflicted by a fog of confusion; it wasn't until a klik after that he realized he'd had a whole frame-wide reboot.
"T...t-that...," he groggily mumbled, pushing himself off the surface he was prone against. He didn't get very far before a vocalizer purred.
"It was spectacular wasn't it, Mackerel," Sky-Byte was saying. Dim optics shuttered at the Predacon, Side Burn noting sluggishly that he sat once more in the older mech's lap. Their positioning suddenly held different connotations for the Autobot and he whimpered in soft desire at the heated plating under him.
"Ssh, ssh, ssh," the shark soothed, cupping Side Burn closer; his one servo petting up and down his partner's condensed plating. "The overload feedback can be quite taxing in this manner, the first time around. But your codpiece will always conceal your housing when it knows you are done."
As if on cue, blue plating slid back over his spike and valve, protecting the delicate equipment. Part of him was relieved at the automatic action; another part of him was mildly aggravated. He didn't want to stop now, he wanted to keep going! Alas, his whole frame felt strutless still so the dodge viper resigned himself to a series of (admittedly wonderful) sweeping strokes from the Predacon.
He could have very well slipped off to recharge if Sky-Byte hadn't loudly reset his vocalizer a couple kliks later. "Side Burn, beautiful monsoon," he began reluctantly. "I'm afraid I must go. I have been summoned..."
"Uh. Right," the blue mech muttered, forcing his still-rubbery limbs to push off the beast-former and stand a couple feet back. He tried to stoutly ignore the embarrassment he felt at having enjoyed resting on the shark. "You, u-uh, go and do... your thing. Or whatever."
"Are you certain you will be well enough to make it back home alone?," Sky-Byte asked, standing slowly.
Side Burn was quick to nod.
"Very well," the Predacon vented a little, smiling again as he gently cupped one of the Autobot's servos. "I eagerly await our next meeting, my love." He raised Side Burn's servo to kiss the back of his knuckles, and with his farewells done, Sky-Byte finally transformed and left the grotto.
The dodge viper just watched him go, rubbing the back of his palm idly. Jeez, what a weird mech.
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As Earth completed yet another rotation, and night passed into day, Sky-Byte woke from recharge feeling more refreshed and energized than he had in orns. He popped out of the Mega-Star for a quick swim in the amazon river, to get his fins good and wet, heading back to base with a helm buzzing with ideas.
Most of them, of course, were lines of sonnets declaring every beautiful trait of his speedster or a growing list of gifts and actions that he could do to further woo the young mech. But the Predacon's processor was not without some clever schemes to benefit himself and the rest of his kin. Thus, when he returned to the Megastar, he was almost welcoming of Dark Scream's unexpected arrival.
"Good morning, Lieutenant! You seem awfully chipper this orn," the squirrel noted, optics flicking up and down his superior's frame gleefully.
"That I am," Sky-Byte confirmed, too content to mind the thorough once over he got from the cerulean mech. "Where exactly are the others?"
"Scourge and his lackeys are briefing with Megatron for yet another heist," Dark Scream said, disgust plain upon his face. "Something to do with a gem mine or something."
That piqued the shark's interest. "Gems? What- no, no," the taller mech mumbled, shaking his helm and beginning a quick stride down the darkened halls. The other beast-former transformed to bipedal mode so as to keep pace with him. "Dark Scream, draw me up a set of directions for that mine later. I may have use of it myself... But, right now I have some tasks at hand for us! Now where are Gas Skunk and Slapper so I can tell you all of my glorious schemes?!"
"Oh, just this way!," the squirrel chirped, swerving in front of the larger Predacon and directing them down a bend in the hallway. Glancing back at Sky-Byte, he asked hopefully, "Is Megatron finally trusting us with some important missions?"
"If Megatron's doing that, then I'm Scourge's motherboard," piped Gas Skunk.
"Ah, Gas Skunk, Slapper," Sky-Byte greeted the two Predacons coming out of a room, "I'm so glad to have found you."
"Oh, hey Lieutenant," Slapper returned flatly. He paused to look back at Gas Skunk as the shark opened his mouth. "Is that true, you being Scourge's motherboard?"
Three dumbfounded looks glanced at the toad; Gas Skunk shoving away the red mech in disgust. "Alright, so out with it, boss. I know slagging well Megatron isn't sending us anywhere, so what crazy scheme have you cooked up this time?"
The taller Predacon stiffened at the subtle insult, vents huffing in mild ire. "My schemes are perfectly sensible! It's not my fault some of those in present company are incapable of executing them to the letter," he rebutted sharply. "But that's neither here nor there. This mission will actually require stealth this time- we're in a less developed region and we know the Autobots prefer Metro City as their home base. If everyone-" He paused to give each of his underlings a firm stare. "-can follow instructions, then we shall be done and back at the Megastar before the Autobots even have time to bridge across the planet!"
The skunk crossed his arms over his chestplates, less than impressed. "Stealth, huh? It's not like we haven't done that before, you know," he pointed out snidely. "Just what makes you think that your half-cocked plan will even work this time 'round?"
"Maybe let him actually say it first?," Dark Scream hissed lowly, glaring at the black and yellow mech. Gas Skunk's optics flared at the words, fangs peeking out from under curling lip components.
Sky-Byte clicked his vocalizer loudly, pushing on whether the smaller beast-formers were ready or not. "We'll be going out in two teams. One on land; the other on the sea," he explained, looking from each Predacon in turn as he spoke. "The civilizations on this side of the globe are rudimentary compared to others, meaning less security and slower media coverage. We can use that to our advantage. Gas Skunk and Slapper: you will infiltrate the closest city, via underground. They have a small network of subway systems. If you keep out of sight, you can draw power directly from the electric rail. I'd suggest doing your business in a service tunnel or a route with less traffic. Dark Scream: you will assist me in scoping off the coast for oil tankers. They travel near these areas often. Once you spot them, you and I will rendezvous underwater and siphon straight from the ship before they ever dock!"
"That," Slapper said in awe, "Is actually kind of smart."
"Of course it's smart; I am smart!," the shark shouted in offense.
"You have made some great strategies in the past," Dark Scream agreed, beaming brightly up at the flustered mech. "And I bet that this one will be just as successful, but, eh... If we split up like this, won't it mean we collect less energy overall?"
"Yeah, plankton-breath. Did ya think of that while drawing up this battle flop?," Gas Skunk demanded.
"I did. Actually," the taller mech answered, flicking imaginary dirt off his chestplates as he spoke. "It might not be enough if, say, we made a great big scene and destroyed everything and we opened fire on humans- and we certainly can't collect half as much as a larger, more fluid team... Yet, if you do it MY way and you do it RIGHT, we should each be able to return home with a full canister of collected energy. Which, once converted, should be enough to feed us for a month, with maybe some left over that we can dump into the ship's reserves. You would like a proper refuel, would you not?"
Slapper's tongue lolled out of his mouth at the mention of a refuelling, a massive servo held to his abdomen. "Energon... A full cube of energon sounds so slagging good right about now," he moaned.
"Very," Dark Scream agreed, in equally negative tones. "Megatron has cut us down to snippets due to all of our 'infractions'."
"Exactly," Sky-Byte was loathe to admit. "It has been a sad period for us, Predacons. Made even worse by that cursed Scourge... We can never rise above this unfair upheaval if we lack the energy to do so. Thus, we must take care of ourselves first and foremost. Besides, I'm sure Lord Megatron will admire our initiative."
Gas Skunk scoffed, uncrossing his arms and turning to head for the nearest computer terminal. "Fine, whatever. We'll do it," he grumbled. "C'mon Slapper. Let's go hack into a human network and get some bearings."
"Coming!," the red mech said, hurrying after the other Predacon with a series of wet sounds.
"Good. Well then, Dark Scream, we're off to find a ship," Sky-Byte continued proudly, his optics falling to the cerulean beast-former staring up back at him with sparkling orbs.
"Sounds great, Lieutenant," the squirrel vented happily.
C.M.D: Aww, just a bunch of silliness and world-building nonsense~ How lovely it all is. But it is, as always, the calm before the storm and I can't wait for you all to see the slag that's about to roll in! :D
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