Chapter 31 ~ "Ninja LOVE"
The twins grinned at him, nodding. VolFogg looked from one to the other, allowing himself to be led back to their quarters. The three settled onto their bunk, GunGlue and GunDober settling close. He looked at them curiously, then almost jumped as gentle hands ran over his armor, and GunGlue leaned in close against his back to nuzzle his helm.
GunDober was purring loudly, rubbing against VolFogg's legs like the big kitty he was. He slowly crawled up VolFogg's leg, still purring and playful, and quickly snapped a nip at Vol's nose in a playful gesture.
VolFogg had to chuckle softly at the black-and-white, reaching up to stroke and knead that sensitive place behind the ears of his helm. GunGlue chirred softly, wrapping his arms around the purple mech, tilting his head to nip and kiss along VolFogg's helm edge and jaw. The slightly taller mech trembled slightly for a moment, then it subsided, and he reached back to touch GunGlue. GunDober whined and pawed at VolFogg, not wanting to be left out.
VolFogg's other hand stroked and kneaded behind GunDober's cat ears, a touch that never failed to make the bike mech melt into a purring heap. He stroked the lines of the tiger helm, then his hand slid lower to caress a black shoulder, around the base of the police lights. GunGlue mewed slightly as deft fingers slid behind one of his helm wings, panting against VolFogg's neck.
He curled up next to VolFogg, purring and laying fully down like a lazy house cat. He purred and moved his head in time with VolFogg's petting. He nuzzled at Vol's hip, taking gentle nips at the plating there, and let his glossa run over the armor before dipping down into a gap of his codpiece. He increased his purr and smiled to himself as VolFogg let out a surprised gasp.
The unexpected lick made the purple mech's entire body quiver, and he looked down at GunDober in surprise, continuing to stroke his helm. GunGlue exchanged grins with his twin, and then resumed working on their team leader's neck. Black hands stroked over VolFogg's chest plate, finding all the sensitive places. One of the perks of being a combiner was that they knew each others' bodies as well as their own, and they knew exactly where all the sensitive places were.
GunDober slowly removed the codpiece with gentle fingers. As soon as it was free he attacked VolFogg's interface with his glossa and mouth. He licked down before coming to the domed shape, swirling his glossa around it and the tiny hole there. He swallowed VolFogg's interface in one go. He held down his commander's hips as they tried to surge up off the berth.
VolFogg let out a sharp gasp, optics flickering. "Dare I even ask... where you learned that?" he managed to get out, fondling the bike mech's cat ears, caressing along the seams and applying gentle pressure in all the right places to make GunDober's circuits tingle. GunGlue snickered against his shoulder, and then captured VolFogg's lips as the taller mech turned his head to look at him. One black hand wandered down to caress VolFogg's skidplate, and the result was a gasp into GunGlue's mouth
GunDober looked at him and grinned. "From Megatron." He dipped back down to continue on with his tasty treat.
VolFogg blinked rapidly, then shook his head slightly, gasping again as his hips bucked toward GunDober. GunGlue massaged his hindquarters, tracing over the seams lightly, sending tingles through the ninja's circuits. VolFogg let out a soft moan, stroking both black helms firmly, frustrated by his inability to bend his arm far enough to touch the black-and-white form against his back.
GunDober wasted no time to take advantage of VolFogg's raised hips; he attacked the twin spheres below VolFogg's interface and giggled at the high squeak he got from his team leader.
VolFogg's voice shot up at least an octave, his body spasming several times from the unexpected sensations. GunGlue chuckled softly in his audio, removing VolFogg's skidplate and tossing it aside. A moment later he was stroking the thinner metal underneath, ignoring the uncomfortable pressure growing behind his own codpiece as he nipped and licked at VolFogg's back.
He ripped off his own codpiece and began to rub their swollen rods together he roared and mewed like Galeon did. He leaned forward and kissed VolFogg with utmost gentleness.
VolFogg returned the kiss, slightly more fiercely. He nipped at GunDober's lower lip, gasping into his mouth. One grey-and-purple hand stroked along GunDober's back, brushing over all the sensitive seams, drawing him closer. GunGlue finally removed his own codpiece, rubbing his interface against VolFogg's haunches, and the response was a soft whine as VolFogg leaned back toward him.
GunDober lay on top of VolFogg for a moment before removing his skidplate and twisting VolFogg so now he lay on top of GunDober, chest to back. It was clear what the little GunMachine wanted.
The sudden change of positioning caught VolFogg by surprise. He blinked for a moment, looking at GunDober for a moment. GunGlue climbed over him from behind, crooning, running his hands along VolFogg's sides. The heli-mech nipped along the edge of an armor seam, gently guiding the taller mech into position. The purple mech positioned himself, hands on the bunk to brace himself. He panted against GunDober's neck, steam escaping through various vents.
GunDober purred. Turning his head, he licked at VolFogg's lips and nuzzled his face with the snout on his helm. He chirped at GunGlue, who chirped back. GunDober pulled himself up a little more so VolFogg's interface was level with his after port.
The purple mech nipped at GunDober's helm, pressing the tip of his interface to the bike mech's rear port. A soft moan escaped as GunGlue began to enter him from behind, and then he followed the heli-mech's lead. GunGlue nipped and licked at the light bar on VolFogg's back, knowing how sensitive it was around the edges. VolFogg moaned again as he slid into GunDober's body, pleasure from two sources threatening to overwhelm him.
GunDober hissed at the small amount of pain that came with VolFogg's entrance. He breathed deeply for a few moments, then sighed and relaxed as the pain dulled away.
VolFogg made a humming sound, nuzzling the black helm. Slowly, he slid all the way in, gasping for air to cool his overheating systems. GunGlue wrapped his arms around the purple mech, purring, stroking his chest and torso. The ninja arched his back into GunGlue, burying his face against GunDober's neck, body quivering.
GunDober moved to a better angle and pushed back, waiting for VolFogg to start thrusting. He whined up at GunGlue to get moving. GunGlue responded with a chitter, and then began moving, slowly at first and then picking up speed. VolFogg moved with him, thrusting into GunDober, his breath coming in pants. His optics flickered before going dark, and he shifted slightly, following GunGlue's lead as the heli-mech picked up speed. GunGlue braced himself against the purple-armored back, nuzzling the sensitive light bar.
GunDober gripped the berth and gritted his dental plates. He thrusted backward to meet VolFogg's hips. He whined up at VolFogg, not in pleading but in pleasure. He kissed at VolFogg's lips wanting their attention.
VolFogg returned the kiss fiercely, nipping at GunDober's lips, bracing his hands on the berth to either side of the bike mech. He picked up the pace, matching GunGlue, who was making soft, chirping moans against his back. Black hands stroked his sides and thighs as the heli-mech nipped and nibbled along VolFogg's back. His rotors were spinning, blowing cooling air over them, helping to keep their temperatures down.
He licked at VolFogg's lips, and then slipped his glossa into the warm depths of his mouth. He battled with his glossa in a dance of domination. He growled playfully as he felt VolFogg's hand sneaking down to his dangling interface that was void of attention.
VolFogg purred, shifting his weight slightly and freeing one hand. He ran it along GunDober's chest, stroking over the smooth metal. Gentle fingers stroked along the seams and sensitive places, working lower, until he stroked along the length of the bike mech's interface. GunGlue's probing glossa found a sensitive spot along the edge of VolFogg's light bar, and he let out a soft cry.
GunDober yipped as he felt warm and gentle fingers close around his interface. He bucked madly into the warm hand, making needing noises. "Speed up GunGlue! It's like the stone age down here!" he said to his twin.
"Patience, my dear brother!" was the response from the heli-mech. GunGlue licked at the spot he'd found again, getting another interesting sound from VolFogg. He picked up his pace, moving faster and harder, and the purple mech matched him, panting heavily. His hand moved faster over GunDober's interface, thumb stroking over the tip.
GunDober yowled and began to move faster chanting the words 'harder' or 'faster' over and over again. He felt the tingle at the base of his rod, and he let his teammate know he was approaching release.
GunGlue made an oddly high-pitched grunt, bracing himself against VolFogg's back, moving as fast and hard as his body would let him. VolFogg moaned against GunDober's back, thankful that GunGlue's rotors were going; the wind was helping keep him from overheating. His hand moved faster as well, stroking and kneading.
His optics began to flicker; he was so close..soon..he gritted his dental plates and seemed to tremble like he was in agony but it was far from it. Finally he reared his head back and roared as loud as he could as he came his voice not of a mech but a beast.
VolFogg's back arched as GunDober's climax triggered his own, letting out a sharp cry as he emptied himself into the black-and-white. His entire body spasmed as he rode the waves of pleasure, optics flickering madly. GunGlue let out a hawk's scream as he too reached his climax, rotors spinning so fast he was almost lifting off. Steam hissed from vents on his own body and VolFogg's.
As GunDober slowly came down from his high his optics flickered off and he fell from his hands and knees offline.
VolFogg managed to keep himself from collapsing on top of GunDober, waiting for GunGlue to move before gently sliding out and dropping onto the berth between the twins. GunGlue's rotors were still spinning, sending cool air over all three of them and helping keep their internal temperatures in check. Pink optics flickered several times, and then faded as VolFogg slipped into recharge.