Darkness and Lightning 08: A New Look

Wing was pacing restlessly in the quarters he shared with his mate. The dark jet's wings were unfurling and then snapping closed again, riffling against his back armor and occasionally clanging off Challenger of Ways' blade. The Sword was radiating displeasure about the rough contact, but Wing was ignoring it.

Dai Atlas had lost control of his temper in training again, and Axe hadn't been able to stop him before Drift had been left a mangled, bleeding wreck on the training room floor. Wing's shriek had been clearly audible to about half the Citadel, and another Knight had had to catch Wing before he hit the ground after the dark jet's engines had stuttered out.

Drift had been so badly damaged it had required a major overhaul, and apparently he was having his frame rebuilt using a different design. Wing had been barred from the medical bay on pain of unspecified but insinuated consequences. The dark jet had not been fit company the whole time Drift had been in the medbay. Even Thorn had kept his distance.

Now Drift had finally been released from Redline's domain, and Wing was waiting impatiently for him to enter their quarters.

~Calm down,~ Drift's good humor brushed against the bond as it opened up again. ~I'm fine.~

~I want to see for myself that you're fine,~ Wing replied, again measuring the width of his quarters with his restless pacing. ~That thrashing was worse than what Dai Atlas usually dishes out.~

~I dished out more than he's used to taking,~ Drift was decidedly smug. ~He's not used to a challenge, even a minor one.~

Wing's shudder fluffed and resettled most of his plating. ~True enough. But I would prefer not to see you in that state again.~

~I'm not fond of it either,~ Drift agreed as the door slid open, revealing a New Crystal City flavored design much more suited to a Knight of Shadow. Black and charcoal plating, highlighted with broad streaks of white along his flanks and chest. Deep red optics glittered at Wing from under a black brow.

Wing turned as the door opened, then just stared, his wings flopping open in surprise. Golden optics widened as the dark jet took in the changes to his mate's frame. "Drift?" Wing walked over, reaching out to run his fingers across the other mech's chest.

"Yes, much closer to my original look," he purred, nuzzling in to kiss his mate. "I think it suits this existence better."

Wing slowly circled his mate, optics trailing over every inch of armor. "Hmm. It looks good." His voice took on a throaty purr as interest swirled through the bond. "And a new frame deserves a little... investigation, wouldn't you agree?"

"I would hope so," Drift grinned over his shoulder at the dark jet, their open bond flooding with lust. "Redline does good work. It should be appreciated."

Wing purred, nudging Drift in the direction of their berth, unhooking Drift's Great Sword and carrying it to its bracket. His own joined it as the dark jet turned to his mate, flowing toward him with liquid grace. Bright golden optics wandered over the other mech's frame as he stalked toward his other half, anticipation and desire seeping through the bond in answer to Drift's lust.

Though it barely took a moment before Wing pounced, Drift had still stretched into an inviting pose, his field and spark pulsing with welcome and want.

Wing landed over his mate, wings spread and armor fluffed, golden optics meeting deep red. The dark jet remained still for a moment, then swooped down to deliver a searing kiss, purring loudly. Dark hands began to explore Drift's new armor, slipping into every seam, every nook and cranny. Soft moans, flickers of pleasure and appreciation and desire all assaulted Wing across their meshed fields and the bond that screamed out to be completed once more.

A throaty sound escaped Drift as his chest plates unlocked, though they did not part.

With a throaty purr and a croon of anticipation, Wing leaned down to lick lightly and teasingly along the center seam, the tip of his glossa tickling along the sensitive metal. Golden optics flickered up to meet red as the playful dark jet set about teasing his mate mercilessly, nipping and licking and stroking at the seam until it parted of its own volition, the spark protected behind the thick, heavy armor.

Armor that was even stronger than what Drift had arrived with. A design intended to survive against Dai Atlas just a little better than before.

~Stop admiring and come here,~ Drift suddenly growled and pulled Wing flush against him, into a kiss, as now black and white chest plates parted.

Wing purr-chuckled. ~Want something, my lover?~ the dark jet cooed, reaching in to stroke his fingertips lightly against Drift's spark casing. Half-lidded golden optics coyly met deep red as Wing returned the kiss.

~Yes,~ Drift nearly keened into the kiss. His chest thrust up, keeping more contact, his spark calling out to its mate to join it.

~What is it you want?~ Wing crooned, slithering lithely down Drift's body, leaning in to lick at the crystalline casing containing the deep red spark. ~Tell me what you want, Drift.~

~Spark merge,~ he actually growled across the bond, his spark demanding it even more than Drift.

Trilling warmly, Wing took his time crawling back up Drift's frame, his lips kissing a line from the crystalline cage enclosing the deep red spark up to his mate's lips. Dark armor plates unlocked and parted, orange light leaking out of the seams. Wing's spark was all but flattened against the side of its own casing, straining to get out and meet its other half.

Drift's was no less impatient, though with a far less resistance Drift's chamber was already spiraling open, allowing his spark to lunge outward. Deep red tendrils and corona lashed out at Wing, seeking to draw the orange spark out and into itself.

A shiver ran through Wing's entire frame at the contact. A deep moan escaped as his spark chamber opened, his orange spark slipping through the seams as the chamber parted, darting out to happily twine itself around Drift's deep red. Threads of red and orange energy wrapped around each other, pulling the two sparks together into a single sphere of red-orange light.

Physical reality was lost almost instantly to the bliss and intimacy of sharing their very life force. Memories, pleasure and desire swirled between them. Fears were soothed and reassurances exchanged. Their bond and the rightness of it confirmed.

Wing writhed atop Drift, optics flaring and dimming from the intensity of the merge. The physical reaction was barely noticed. Wing's entire self was thoroughly merged with Drift's, pleasure building as it washed back and forth between the pair. It was the joy, the sense of being complete and unstoppable that both found the most addictive. It was less than a klik before they lost what little resistance they each had to the overload building between their sparks, though to the mechs involved it felt like nothing and forever all at once.

Wing overloaded with a shriek, the cry breaking into static as his vocalizer shorted out, his optics flaring almost white. His dark frame stiffened over Drift's, joints locked, wings flared to their full span, his helm thrown back, chest pressed tightly against his mate's. Dark fingers hooked into black and gray armor as it shimmered with the breaking charge. Drift nearly mirrored his mate, his frame arched until they were both supported by little more than Drift's black pedes and matching black folded down spaulders.

The roar Drift let go of shook the rooms around them and echoed out into the courtyards beyond, letting everyone know that it was once more safe to be near Wing.

As the charge dissipated and their sparks reluctantly returned to their chambers, both frames slumped down into a tensionless heap of black and gray with bits of red, gold and white.

Wing flopped over his mate's chassis, venting heavily, steam wisping out of some vents and the air shimmering with heat over others. He was almost completely limp, a puddle of shadow with wings, optics half-lit, purring unsteadily. The dark jet nuzzled against his mate, content to remain where he was. Across their wide-open bond and mingled fields, Drift's contentment with that idea was clear.