Darkness and Lightning 02: Of Swords and Needs
Wing cycled up, feeling content, warm and satisfied. Then he cycled up enough to realize he was alone in his berth, but not in his quarters. The sound of a blade moving fast whistled nearby.
The dark jet's optics powered on, Wing stretching once from helm to pedes before rolling over and looking in the direction the sounds were coming from. His gaze caught the flash of a long blade and then the gleaming white armor. Drift was nice to watch in motion, and it gave Wing a very interesting insight into his training.
Or rather, his lack of it.
Sure, he knew some basic katas, but he hadn't had anyone correct his form in a very long time from the look of it. Probably only had a few decades of training.
Wing lounged on the berth, watching. This was interesting. Drift moved with the grace of a Knight, but he'd clearly only begun his training when he'd gotten separated from or left whoever was training him. The dark jet bet it was the other Wing.
Here was an interesting opportunity, to train the white grounder as his pet and as a Knight. It would be interesting to see of he could pull it off successfully. It was a challenge worthy of his skill and a subject worthy of testing himself with.
On his back, Challenger of Ways thrummed at him, approving of his thoughts. Nothing unusual, and he wouldn't have let the Great Sword deter him, but it was nice to have its approval.
A soft purr escaped the dark jet, both at the direction in which his thoughts had gone, and at getting Challenger of Ways' approval. Settling himself more comfortably, he continued to watch Drift, admiring his frame and the grace with which he moved.
The kata was finished and Too Pure For This World sheathed against Drift's back before he turned to look at Wing. Ice blue optics were bright and the glossa that slid out across Drift's lip plates gave little doubt as to what the white mech was thinking even before he came close enough for his field to confirm it.
Wing purred at him, fluttering one wing teasingly. "Something on your mind?" the dark jet crooned at the white grounder, somehow managing to bat his optics at Drift.
"You," he growled, the resonant rumble from his chassis left no doubt as to how or why, even before he pounced.
Wing laughed, rolling onto his back as his white pet landed smoothly over him, hands and knees positioned carefully so the impact was light while still putting most of Drift's mass over him. Training Drift to wait until the dark jet wanted him, apparently, was going to be the hardest part. Not that Wing was complaining...
The jet ran his hands over Drift's chassis, loving the feel of the white armor under his palms. Golden optics met pale blue, Wing's gaze distinctly playful. The heat under his palms was enticing. The arousal in the field against his nearly hot enough to draw a moan even before Drift's mouth found his.
Purring playfully, Wing gently nipped at Drift's lower lip, running one hand up the white grounder's back and over the hilt of Drift's Great Sword to stroke the back of his helm. Dark wings and pinions flared out, the wings wiggling against the berth as Wing's field pulsed against Drift's.
Drift's field pulsed in reply, strong and needy as Drift's spike slid out, pressurizing quickly to rub against Wing's abdominal plates.
Wing curled one leg over Drift's hip as his valve cover slid open, lubricant already leaking out. Agile fingers slid under the edge of Drift's helm to stroke and knead the back of his neck, lightly pinching a control cable, then kneading it, fingertips seeking out the most sensitive places.
"Love you," Drift whispered with a moan as he sank into his lover's valve, the sensations just as sweet as the last time he'd been with his Wing.
Wing trilled, nibbling on Drift's lower lip again before Drift's glossa invaded his mouth, his golden optics half-lidded and sultry. Oh, he was going to have so much fun with Drift.
A moan escaped him as Drift entered him, the dark jet rolling his hips into Drift's, taking him all the way in. Wrapping his arms around the white frame over his, he pulled Drift closer, into an ever more thorough kiss.
White hips drove against black, Drift still too much enthralled by having Wing back to take his time. He chased his overload hard, driving his field and pleasure into Wing with every thrust.
The dark jet's field wound itself through Drift's, echoing the white grounder's pleasure. Wing moaned softly in time with Drift's thrusts, rocking his hips into each thrust to take Drift in as deep as he could go. Dark fingers hooked into the seams of the grounder's back armor, tugging and tweaking and stroking the underlying wiring, his vents wide open and armor fluffed to vent the heat building up underneath.
The physical felt so good, even this rushed Drift knew exactly how to move to rub all the right ways, yet it was the intense emotions in Drift's field that was the best. Devotion. Adoration. Want. So much directed at him, and all of it made Drift so ripe for manipulation.
Wing was careful to keep his thoughts out of his field as he took note of that. Tilting his helm, he concentrated on Drift's throat to hide his brief wicked grin. Drift would make a fine, loyal pet, and he would be all Wing's.
By then Drift was so lost in the physical sensations linked to having Wing under him. He moaned and trembled, giving everything over to reflexes as he chased that moment of perfect bliss he was so close to.
Wing's dentas closed on an energon line, the dark body shuddering under Drift's. The jet's hands roamed over Drift's white armor, dipping into seams after sensor nodes and sensitive wiring. Wing arched his back as Drift thrust into him, taking his spike in as deep as it could go. The calipers of Wing's valve rippled along the length of Drift's spike as charge began to nip at Wing's systems.
"Yessss," Drift moaned, relishing the bit of pain and the intense rush of being so physically vulnerable while he was the one using his spike. With a roar that was nearly a sob of relief his optics flashed white and his frame tensed, pumping his transfluid deep into Wing's valve.
Wing's optics flared golden, letting go of the energon line to let out his own keen of release. His valve tightened around Drift's spike, excess energy dancing along his sensor net. Dark fingers hooked tightly into Drift's back as he rode that wave of pleasure, his grip loosening as he came down from that high to a lightly sated and purring Drift relaxed on top of him.
"Never get tired of this," Drift murmured, his face buried against Wing's throat.
Wing's chuckle was as much purr as laugh. "So I see." He nuzzled his pet, humming contentedly. He lowered the leg that had been curled over Drift's hip, idly stroking Drift's back. The pleasure-contentment-desire to stay was so thick in Drift's field Wing absently wondered why Drift hadn't followed the other Wing to the Well. He had every marker of being that addicted to him.
"Glad you're here," Drift whispered, trembling in the joy of having Wing back, even a black Wing.
"I look forward to getting to know you," Wing murmured. It was true... He needed to know more about Drift and his personality to properly train the white grounder. The clear addiction would make some parts of the training easier, though it would still have to be done very carefully. He had no doubt in the least that Drift could be extremely volatile and violent, even to someone used to Dai Atlas.
A couple of orns later, Wing had Drift in one of the Citadel's training rooms, stalking in slow circles around the white grounder, watching while Drift ran through one of the basic katas. Every now and then, the dark jet would step in to correct his stance, demonstrating the proper movements.
The dark jet had offered to continue Drift's training as a Knight, though he had warned the white mech that it would be a bit different than what Drift had started with. After taking Drift out of his quarters and around the Citadel for the first time, the first thing Wing had shown him were all the hiding spots too small for certain large mechs to get into, and deep enough that anyone inside would also be well out of stabbing range. That had gotten him a few odd looks from his white-armored pet, but little more.
Drift may not have needed it at the other Citadel, but it was valuable intel to him anyway. After all, any place that was good for hiding from an angry mecha was also good to use for ambush.
Privately, Wing had to admit that Drift learned fast. He had a clear natural gift for weapons and moving his frame efficiently. It made him so easy to train in the martial arts and a delight to watch.
Wing purred to himself, his wings riffling slightly against his back. Drift was a delight to watch, graceful, not as light on his feet as Wing was, but getting there. He would make a fine Knight, if he made it that far. And a wonderful pet. The dark jet was also training the white grounder as his pet, hiding some of it within the Knight training.
The door to the training room slid open, catching Wing by surprise.
Drift paid it no obvious heed, though he was fully aware of the giant midnight blue and gunmetal gray triple changer that had stalked in, how tense Wing suddenly went, and that the newcomer was likely the local Dai Atlas.
"So this is what you dragged home this time," the giant's ruby optics and presence bore more than a passing resemblance to Turmoil. Enough so that Drift found himself struggling not respond as he would to the Decepticon commander.
"Yes. This is Drift." Wing turned to face his creator, his armor slicked down, wings so tight to his back they ached. He kept himself between his creator and his pet, watching the larger mech cautiously.
He had warned Drift about what not to do around or in front of the Knight's leader, but he'd also noticed that Drift didn't always take orders that well. Something that needed to be addressed in Drift's training. For the moment the white mech seemed willing to continue the kata he'd been practicing. A small relief.
Red optics locked on Drift, watching critically.
"You said it was a Knight," Dai Atlas rumbled. "That is no Knight."
Wing's wings flared out. "I said he carried a Knight's swords and moves like one. His training, obviously, was never completed. I intend to complete it." He was still keeping himself between Dai Atlas and Drift, though anyone who looked closely enough would be able to see his pinions trembling.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Drift's rumble was one of deadly insubordination, a defiant tone and manner that came as easily to him as violence did. Ice blue optics looked up to meet ruby, unfazed by the powerful mech twice his height and many times his mass that could move like lightning. Turmoil couldn't break him, this mech wouldn't either. Not when he had Wing at his side.
Wing tried his best not to cringe. Dai Atlas' temper was uncertain at the best of times, and this, clearly, was not the best of times. His wings twitched, pulling partway in. "Drift..."
Drift's optics slid to the black jet. "It's not like we're stuck here."
"That's what you think," was the barely audible mutter. Wing didn't dare take his optics off Dai Atlas, not wanting to get swatted through a wall.
He really didn't need to have worried about himself. His creator's visible fury was locked fully on Drift as the giant lunged forward, his wings flared in a level of indignant outrage that few could incite him to anymore.
Mostly because he'd executed them.
Drift made an easy sidestep, twisting with a backward lunge that was definitely not something he'd learned as a Knight, but executed just as smoothly.
Wing yelped, wings pulled tight to his back and pinions clamped tightly to his nacelles. The last time he'd seen his creator that angry, someone had perished for it.
The dark jet darted forward, though he wasn't quite certain what he could do. Foremost in his mind was getting Drift into the nearest hiding spot and staying there until Dai Atlas stormed off.
He grabbed Drift's extended arm, catching the absolute rush his pet felt at the prospect of a hard, brutal battle. At the same time, Drift offered no resistance to Wing's frantic tug.
The dark jet's nacelles revved high, adding speed as Wing literally dragged Drift away from Dai Atlas and out of the training room, making a beeline for the nearest bolt-hole. Spotting one, he stuffed Drift inside, then dove in after him. Both mechs ended up crammed together at the back of their hiding place, Wing's whole body quivering as he pressed against Drift.
"He's not that dangerous," Drift looked at his trembling, terrified lover curiously. "Not against both of us," he murmured, wrapping his arms around Wing to stroke and soothe him.
"The last mech to make him that angry was executed for it," Wing informed the white mech. "I warned you... Dai Atlas is not stable, and his temper is savage. When he found out that I'd brought you back from the surface, he was seriously considering executing both of us." He pressed as close to Drift as he could, as if trying to merge with white armor. "Don't do that again..."
Black hands stroked black armor, soothing and affectionate. "All right. Not until we're ready to dispose of him."
Wing tensed slightly, his wings quivering under Drift's hands as he watched a large shadow pass the entrance of their hiding place. "That might be a long time coming. Just, please, don't antagonize Dai Atlas again. I don't want to lose you."
Drift hummed, nuzzling him. Already his processor was working on all the ways he could deal with the insane leader. Nothing that made Wing cower like this could be suffered to live. "All right. I'll try to keep my temper."
The dark jet relaxed slowly against him. "Thank you."
He could hear Dai Atlas storming around, but by this point the larger mech had figured out that when Wing hid, there was no finding him or at least no getting near him until Wing decided to show himself again.
"Why haven't you just shot him?" Drift asked in a whisper quiet voice. "I know there are serious weapons here."
Dark wings shifted. "I've never held a gun in my life. I'd be more likely to shoot someone else or myself, and that would just give him or Axe the opportunity to get at me. They wouldn't let me live after something like that. Besides, only Dai Atlas has access to the vault."
"We'll see about that, eventually," Drift promised. "He's not the first insane tyrant I've dealt with. I'll teach you to handle a blaster."
Wing placed a finger on Drift's lips, listening carefully. Where Dai Atlas was, Axe had a habit of showing up, and the black mech could be as volatile as his mate.
After a moment, the dark jet leaned close. "I'd like that," he purred.
This was interesting. In Drift he'd found not just a pet, but also, it seemed, a bodyguard. Trained up as Knight and pet, he ... he could be like Axe was to Dai Atlas. Drift was already utterly loyal, eager to please and a quick study. Maybe he wouldn't be in his creator's shadow forever.
Drift kissed the finger still light against his lips. "So how long are we here?"
"Once he no longer has a target, Dai Atlas will get bored and wander off. Still, it might take a while. It varies." Wing settled against Drift, purring very softly. "Give him a groon, just to be on the safe side."
"Mmm, not long at all," Drift's expression turned seductive and his hands enticing. "Might as well enjoy passing the time."
Wing purred. "Just make sure to keep your voice down." He turned around, wrapping his arms around Drift's neck, his golden optics glinting.
"We might just have to mute our vocalizers," Drift chuckled and ducked his helm for a kiss. "You're not a very quiet one either."
The dark jet grinned. "You have a point there." He returned the kiss, leaning closer to press his frame against Drift's, lifting one pede to lightly rub his toe plate against Drift's shin.
It earned a hum of pleasure and a more intense kiss. Drift's arms wrapped around him to give skilled fingers access to wing joints. "Mine. Nothing will harm you while I function," Drift growled with a nip at Wing's lip plates. "Never again."
"I like the sound of that," Wing cooed, returning the nip. Slowly, dark wings flared open, granting access to other joints and the flat surfaces, as well as the span of the black jet's back.
Life with Drift around was certainly going to be interesting. Wing could hardly wait.