Fandom: Transformers G1
Author: gatekat, ultrarodimus on LJ
Pairing: Axe/Dai Atlas
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Slash, Sticky, Historical Setting, Knights of Light
Summary:
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Kneeling to the Sword 06: Family by Choice
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A low, soft moan and the changing of heat around him first drew Wing's attention from his recharge. The young jet twitched, wings shifting, optics warming up behind their covers. Lifting his helm, Wing looked around, making a soft, questioning sound. He was on the berth, the warmth to one side and he faced that way to see Dai Atlas on top of Axe. The pair were kissing and caressing, rousing each other even as they were making an effort to be quiet.
"Go back to recharge, Wing," Dai Atlas broke the kiss briefly.
Wing scooted over to give them more room, watching from bright gold optics. "That won't be easy." Settling down, trying to be unobtrusive, Wing continued to watch with interest.
The pair paused, both giving Wing their attention for a brief moment. Wing gave them his most innocent look, then concentrated on staying out of the way and blending into the background as much as a bright white jet could as they returned to kissing and stroking.
Axe chuckled into the kiss. ~I highly doubt he's going to go back into recharge now.~ He reached around his mate to grasp the leading edge of a long wing. ~Not like he hasn't watched us before.~
~Usually it's when he can hunt down someone to take the edge off,~ Dai Atlas moaned into their kiss and dug his fingers into the seam of Axe's cockpit.
~Not many mechs awake at this time of night.~ Axe slipped his hand under Dai Atlas' wing to reach the sensitive, rarely-touched metal underneath, his other palm gliding along the smooth surface of the slowly-spreading wings.
~No,~ Dai Atlas moaned deeply, his frame all but stilling as he sank into the touch with an intense burst of pleasure across his field.
Off to the side, Wing offlined his vocalizer before a whine could escape. He stayed as still as he could manage, pinions trembling, optics round and interested.
Axe's laugh was as much purr as chuckle. Tilting his helm, he applied lips, glossa, and denta to the edge of one of Dai Atlas' golden helm crests, fingers working their way to the wingtip vanes, twining around them.
With a throaty whimper Dai Atlas trembled. His fingers curled, one hand into the berth, the other into Axe's cockpit as his spike cover snapped open to release the long, thick length to pressurize.
The black mech let out a moan of anticipation, his valve cover opening, releasing a drop of lubricant onto the berth surface. He kneaded the sensitive vanes, continuing to nibble on Dai Atlas' crest, leaning into his mate's hands.
~How ... hot ... do you want me?~ Dai Atlas quivered with arousal, wanting to sink into his mate badly.
The black and gold triple changer wiggled his hips suggestively. ~Take me,~ he purred, glossa flirting with the base of the crest he'd been nibbling.
With a deep rumble that vibrated both their frames Dai Atlas shifted his hands to his mate's hips and drove his spike in until their arrays were flush and Axe stretched wide.
Axe moaned deeply, rolling his hips into his mate's. Dark fingers tightened on Dai Atlas' wing vanes briefly before a thumb stroked over the tip of the upper vane, the fingers of his other hand working into the wing joints.
Wing was almost vibrating from where he watched, fighting to keep his field close so as not to distract the pair. He was chewing absently on one knuckle, the fingers of his other hand digging into the berth.
He needn't have worried; the mates were thoroughly lost in each other and the pleasure of a valve tight around the slide of a thick, long spike as their hips moved in perfect tandem, driving into their joining and dragging the draw apart out.
Axe's engines revved high, the berth vibrating under him. Both hands ran over Dai Atlas' back, gliding along the seams, dipping in to stroke over the circuitry. He let out soft, purring moans in time to his larger mate's thrusts, blue optics lifting to meet fiery red as their pleasure spiraled higher.
"Love how tight you are," Dai Atlas growled before claiming a kiss intended to melt the mech under him as he hilted himself and rolled his hips.
The kiss had the desired result, Axe melting under his mate, hooking his fingers into a wing joint to brush against the mechanisms that extended Dai Atlas' long wings. ~Love how you fill me,~ the black mech moaned in response, hooking his other leg over dark hips.
Demand and desire, passion flaring hotter than the pleasure of their pounding and grinding hips soon had both mechs trembling in the building overload, electricity arching between them and across their frames.
Wing's plating was fluffed, wings flared open and quivering as he watched. He was still close enough to them that their fields wrapped around him, their desire and arousal feeding his own.
Axe arched into Dai Atlas' frame, his cockpit scraping against the black chestplate, venting hot air heavily as overload crashed over him, letting out a roar. He buried his face against his mate's neck, denta closing on an energon line.
Dai Atlas' bellow rattled the very walls, the vibrations carrying even beyond the soundproofing that had been upgraded just for the pair. His hips jammed forward, grinding against his mate's as thick, hot, charged transfluid spurted into Axe's valve, only to be dragged out with each small thrust that pumped more into the tight space.
A very soft keen escaped Wing despite his best efforts, the jet biting harder into his knuckle, hard enough to leave denta impressions in the metal. His optics were fixed on the pair.
Axe's frame remained locked up for a couple of kliks before loosening, the black and gold mech sinking back down onto the berth, purring. He stroked his mate's back, tilting his helm slightly to capture Dai Atlas' lips in a long, deep kiss.
~He's going to need someone before he's going to manage to focus on training,~ Dai Atlas rumbled, his own frame relaxing into the languid pleasure of post overload. Knowing he could not afford more, he reluctantly pulled his hips up, pulling out of his mate.
The young jet's field reached out to lick against theirs, very aroused and very interested. White pinions and wings flared out, gold optics skipping from one to the other.
"Wing..." Dai Atlas' voice was gentle, uneasy as he and Axe separated a bit more. "I know we have ... but it's not right."
The small jet blinked at him, confusion seeping into his field. "Not right? Why not?" White plating began to flatten against Wing's frame.
"We've ... well, in our processors, we've kind of adopted you," Dai Atlas explained uncomfortably. "As our creation. It doesn't feel right to interface with my creation. I know there is no law against it ... it's just not something I do. That one time we did made me sure of how I feel about you."
Wing's jaw dropped, utter shock drowning out the arousal in his field. His optics were almost perfectly round as he stared at the giant blue triple changer. "You...what?" His tenor voice quivered ever so slightly.
Dai Atlas nearly cringed. "We think of you as our creation."
Wing just stared at him for a good half breem as the mates became increasingly uneasy. The white jet had completely forgotten about his previous state of arousal. All his attention was on this new piece of information.
Axe almost jumped right out of his armor when Wing suddenly leaped forward, landing right on Dai Atlas hard enough to get a surprised grunt from the bigger mech. Flinging his arms around the blue giant's frame as far as he could reach, Wing buried his face against Dai Atlas' shoulder, his whole body trembling. Rather than shock, his field overflowed with a sort of delirious happiness, complete and utter joy.
"You ... don't mind?" Dai Atlas asked cautiously as he wrapped an arm around his Knight-mentor.
The small jet mumbled something against blue armor, tilting his helm until his golden optics met Dai Atlas' red. "My creators rejected me when I turned out to be different from what they wanted me to be. I've never really had a family. Why would I mind?"
"Because you rank us," Dai Atlas tried to explain a thought process that was so far off Wing's. "A creation is of lower status."
"Don't care," Wing mumbled, not budging from where he was clinging to blue and black armor.
Axe sidled closer, smiling at the white jet. ~That's adorable,~ he commented to Dai Atlas, laughter dancing around the words.
~It is, and sad,~ Dai Atlas smiled down at Wing, his uncertainty falling away to stroke wings quivering with joy. ~How could anyone reject him?~
Wing made a happy chirr, leaning into the touch, completely relaxed. His field was a flare of joy tinted with I-can't-believe-this-is-happening.
~He was sparked into a stunt clan, and you know what those groups are like. More structured and restrictive than the military. With a personality like his, Wing wouldn't have fit in, and his creators probably tried to force him before giving up and turning their backs on him.~ Axe's thoughts carried the distinct impression that if he ever crossed paths with Wing's creators, unlikely as it was, he would have some words with them.
~Well he's ours now,~ Dai Atlas' rumble was protective. ~And this one isn't going into battle to die.~
~He is ours,~ Axe agreed, settling against his mate's side, reaching up to rest his own hand on Wing's back, his smile widening as Wing scooted a bit sideways to lean into black armor.