Fandom: Transformers G1
Author: gatekat, ultrarodimus on LJ
Pairing: Axe/Dai Atlas, Wing/Atl/Thorn
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Slash, Historical Setting, Knights of Light, Sticky, Spark
Summary:
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Kneeling to the Sword 13: Happy Wings
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Wing kept twitching his wings as he made his way to the control center for his shift on watch. They were usually a duty that Knights avoided as often as they could, but as long as his creators had been on their walkabout Wing traded for them as often as he could. It meant he had fourteen whole joors to catch up on what his creators were doing on their walkabout, and hopefully know when they'd be returning before they arrived.
Most Knights stayed out on walkabout for two or three centuries, at most. Dai Atlas and Axe had been gone nearly six centuries, far longer than the general norm. It made the young jet twitchy. He missed the older mechs.
Entering the control room, Wing nodded to the other mecha on duty, taking his place at the console. After logging in and doing his required checks, he logged into the system that tracked Knights on walkabout. He'd really expected them to return after they finished the formal education, but they'd continued on to Crystal City for nearly a score of vorns, then Hive City. The pair seemed determined to visit every single city on the entire planet.
Now they were in the air once more, on a path from Gygax to what might be the Citadel.
White wings quivered, rattling very faintly against his back armor. He hoped they were returning home. Wing wanted badly to see them again, wanted to hear about what they had done and seen and what they had learned while they had been gone. He wanted to hear the deep rumble of their voices and press himself against their armor. His friends and lovers ensured he almost never recharged alone, but it wasn't the same. They'd left before he was ready to give up the comfort of their presence.
The small white jet shifted in his seat, keeping one optic on the monitor tracking his creators. If they were returning to the Citadel, he wanted to know. He would be the first out to greet them, the rest of his shift be fragged. Yet even as he thought it, he knew it wouldn't matter. They were at least two orns away, and that's if they flew hard with breaks only to gulp energon.
"They're returning?" Atl's voice managed to drag Wing away from the monitors after seventeen joors. Who'd called the red and white Knight was debatable, but as one of his Initiates was returning as well, they would have something to talk about that would drag Wing to his berth, or at least a berth.
Wing finally pried himself away from the console. "It looks like they're finally on their way back," he agreed. Slender wings fluttered. "Finally! They've been gone so long."
"Far longer than most," Atl agreed smoothly as he drew Wing towards the door. "It will be good to have them back, even if most of the Citadel will miss your warmth."
"But not my restless squirming," Wing retorted, flicking a wing at his friend. He followed the red mech out, knowing he'd be pulled out if he tried to resist. It had happened several times already. On the up side, Atl was very good at getting him to relax enough to recharge well no matter how keyed up he was. Between the hot oil bath and even hotter interfacing he was always well taken care of.
"Perhaps not, though I don't hear many complaints," Atl teased. "It seems your advantages as a berthmate outweigh the disadvantages."
Wing puffed up at that, chuckling. "Nice to know my skills in the berth are highly regarded enough for my partners to ignore my restless squirming and occasional soft whine while trying to recharge." Resettling his armor, he followed Atl back to the red mech's quarters, once again empty without an Initiate.
"Have you kept up on the betting pools over whether Dagger and Kimark would get back before Dai Atlas and Axe?"
Wing shook his helm. "Not really. How are those two doing, anyway? I haven't checked about Dagger in a couple of orns now."
Atl smiled as they made their way to his washrack and the deep hot oil bath. He turned serious as he sank into the simmering oil. "Kimark ... still has his temper. He's in Kaon. I hope he intended to make peace with his past, but he's been in two death matches already."
Wing grimaced. "He's going to need a long time to really settle down. If he ever does. He and the Great Sword that chose him are well suited to each other." A soft groan escaped as the jet sank to his chin in the hot oil, flaring wings and armor.
"Yes, he will," Atl agreed with a sigh that was half resignation and half physical pleasure. "He still has much anger to work through. My hope is that some orn he returns to us, at peace with himself."
"And Dagger?" Wing made a note to check on his second Initiate during his next shift.
"Up to his optics in energon too, but at a volunteer medical center in Kalis," Atl smiled and reached for his friend, and for tonight, his lover. "I expect he'll request to become Hardwing's intern when he returns."
"It wouldn't surprise me. He spent most of his free time helping in the medbay after Dai and Axe were shot down, and he was in there a lot afterward, as well. Dagger was always one of the first to volunteer when the medics needed assistance with something." Wing nodded slowly. He moved closer to Atl, leaning against red armor and purring as a strong arm slid around him, holding him tightly.
"Do you think they've adopted another creation on their walkabout?" Atl teased with an affectionate nuzzle, well aware of what Wing needed.
"I don't think so, but we won't know until they get back." Wing returned the nuzzle, lifting a hand to stroke over Atl's chest. White wings quivered, wanting to be touched.
With a low chuckle Atl complied. "Do you have any hopes for your Initiate's walkabout?"
"Considering how long he's been out, I think he will have learned a lot," Wing murmured, leaning into Atl's hands. "Probably much more than I did when I was out on walkabout." He nuzzled against Atl's shoulder and neck, moaning as skilled, knowing fingers worked Wing's wings until the white jet was a quivering mass of strutless need.
Wing all but melted against Atl, his fingers darting across red armor, dipping into seams and stroking over sensitive plating. Tilting his helm, he nipped at Atl's jaw, shifting onto the red grounder's lap. He wasn't even aware of the silent shadow that entered the room until a second set of hands slid down his frame and a warm, familiar frame and field pressed against his back.
White wings flapped in surprise, then Wing chirred a welcome, leaning back into Thorn. One hand disentangled itself from Atl's armor, reaching back to glide over sleek black armor. Turning his helm, Wing nipped at Thorn's lower lip, trilling softly.
"Atl thought the hot oil and a little wing play might not be enough to settle you tonight," the black Knight smiled and claimed Wing's mouth in a fierce kiss.
"So one of us is going to take your valve, while the other works your wings," Atl finished.
"He was right," Wing replied, returning the kiss. "Now that my Initiate and creator is finally returning, I'm even more wound up than usual. I'll need a lot of distracting." A shiver of anticipation ran through him as Atl's words registered.
Atl caught Wing's chin to turn him for a heated kiss.
"So who do you want to do what?" Thorn rumbled hotly against Wing's neck, his fingers rubbing against Wing's valve cover.
Wing purred into the kiss, reaching up to trace the edge of Atl's audial flares with his fingers. His field pulsed against theirs, bright with arousal and desire.
"Atl in my valve first," the white jet replied after the fiery kiss ended. "Then you can have your turn, Thorn." Golden optics flared brightly as Wing looked over his shoulder at the black jet.
"Happily," Thorn smiled and snatched a kiss, his fingers still rubbing against Wing's valve cover as Atl's thick, long spike slid from its housing to rub against Wing's spike cover and lower abdominals.
Wing trilled, returning the kiss, nibbling briefly at the taller jet's lower lip. His valve cover slid back, a shiver running through the white jet's frame as the hot oil slid over the sensitive platelets. Slender wings stretched out to their full span, leaning back toward Thorn as Wing's hips shifted toward Atl.
"So hot," Thorn moaned as he eagerly soaked in Wing's field. His hands were busy stroking along slender white wings.
"And tight," Atl moaned, his hands on Wing's hips to help guild the noticeably smaller mech onto his spike.
The little white jet echoed the moan, arching his back slightly as Atl's spike slid into his valve, a shiver running through his frame. His wings pressed into Thorn's hands, exposing the sensitive joints and control surfaces to hands that were intimately familiar with all the best ways to touch.
Atl nipped Wing's throat and drove his hips up as he pulled Wing's down, setting a steady rhythm that was all about building a high charge fast.
Wing's hips matched the pace Atl set, the white jet leaning his helm back and exposing his throat to the red grounder's nips and kisses. Gold optics flared, a moan of utter bliss escaping as Wing gave himself over to his lovers.
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Just over two orns later, Wing was flitting restlessly around the Citadel's towers. Knowing it was utterly pointless to try and get him to concentrate on his duties or chores, Vanguard had given him the orn off with the warning that he'd have to make up the time in the next decaorn.
It took a couple of joors for movement to be spotted on the horizon, two large airframes heading toward the Citadel. Knights began to gather to welcome the pair home, keeping an optic on the white flicker darting around the upper levels as a sign as to how close the pair were.
When the white flicker began to vibrate more than fly, darting out to the edge of the Citadel's wall and then back inside the other fliers began to lift off to greet their fellow Knights as they crossed into the Citadel's domain.
There was a surprised sound from one of the two as the flying Knights swirled around them, calling greetings. Wing was a streak of white as he descended, darting and dancing around them, but refraining from glomping until the two big triple changers were transformed and on the ground.
~We're finally home,~ Axe murmured as he descended, returning the greetings from the other Knights. It had been a long flight back, even with breaks to rest and refuel, and he was tired.
~Yes, we are,~ Dai Atlas agreed as he set down on his pedes next to his mate to face the greetings by the ground-bound Knights.
A white streak descended from on high, his happy trill audible even over the sound of his engines. Wing never even touched the ground; he transformed in mid-air and slowed just enough to latch onto Axe, though the impact was still enough to make the black triple changer take a step back to keep his balance. Axe found himself with an armful of purring jet, slender wings wiggling happily.
"Hello to you, too, Wing," Axe chuckled, hugging the smaller mech close.
Dai Atlas laughed deeply at the sight, one hand out to help steady his mate. "I'd ask if you missed us, but I think it may be redundant."
Around them other Knights laughed. "You have no idea!" someone called out in good humor. "He hasn't spent a night in his own berth yet!" someone else laughed. "And that is different how?" A third mech snickered.
"You have no idea how much I missed you!" Wing clung to Axe for a long moment, then skittered up onto his shoulder, using Axe's shoulder as a launch pad to pounce on Dai Atlas. It was the blue mech's turn to be rocked back onto his heels as the small jet landed on him, throwing his arms around Dai Atlas' neck and pressing himself against blue armor.
"I think we have a good idea," Axe pointed out with a laugh, turning to face his mate. He watched for a moment, then stepped closer, wrapping his arms around his mate and catching Wing in a dual embrace. Wing purred so loud his entire frame vibrated.
~He's beyond adorable,~ Dai Atlas grinned. "You'll have to tell us everything we missed."
"And you'll have to tell me some of the things you've seen while you were out and about," Wing replied with an affirmative chirp. Slender wings were still wiggling happily, brushing against Axe's chestplate.
~Beyond adorable indeed,~ Axe agreed, giving Wing an affectionate nuzzle before reluctantly letting go. Wing curled into Dai Atlas' chest, clearly having no intention of letting go anytime soon.
A stir from the crowd caught the pair's attention as Vanguard made an appearance, making his way through the gathered mecha to stand in front of them. White optics took in both Dai Atlas and Axe for a moment before the Sovereign nodded to both of them. "Welcome home, Knights."
Axe and Dai Atlas inclined their helms politely in response.
"It is good to be home, Sovereign," Dai Atlas said over Wing's trilling purrs. "Our walkabout has been most educational, though it has made us both grateful to return."
"It is good to have you home," Vanguard told them. A small smile appeared on his face. "Now Wing will stop gluing himself to the sensor monitors for fourteen joors or more at a stretch and resume his normal behavior."
Wing chittered softly, shifting slightly against Dai Atlas.
"That must have been most disturbing to watch," Axe chuckled.
"It was," Atl grinned up at his former Initiate. "It usually took someone dragging him to their berth to frag him senseless to get him to move."
"It was most un-Wing-like," Vanguard agreed. "Normally he has trouble sitting still through a single shift on monitor duty and is out as soon as his shift is over."
"I wasn't that bad," Wing protested.
"Oh yes you were," another Knight called back from somewhere in the crowd.
"That bad and worse," Thorn countered as he reached the front of the gathering. "Or do we have to share what it took to get you to recharge the last two nights?"
Wing made a face at the other jet but didn't comment. Axe laughed at him, reaching over to rub along Wing's red crest, and pout melted into contented chirr.
"All right, now that you've said hello, time for your checkup," Hardwing's firm voice rumbled as he made his way through the crowd. "Primus only knows what you encountered out there."
"Almost everything," Dai Atlas deadpanned, but nodded and moved to follow the chief medic. "So how is Dagger doing?" He asked the purring ball of white attached to his upper chest.
"It's more a question of what didn't we encounter," Axe added, falling into step beside his mate as the other Knights parted to let them pass.
"Dagger was Knighted, and bonded to Fire of the Spark," Wing answered. "He's on walkabout now, at a volunteer medical center in Kalis. There's a betting pool as to whether he's going to intern with Hardwing and Redline when he gets back."
"You know you aren't supposed to talk about bets with those they are about," Hardwing reminded Wing that he was there, causing more than a few Knights to snicker. "Any damages or issues I should look at?"
Wing trilled innocently at the medic, shifting slightly in Dai Atlas' arms. Resting his helm against a blue shoulder, the white jet hummed contentedly. "As if you didn't already know about it."
"Nothing recent," Axe replied. "We did end up in a Kaon arena once, but that was sixty or so vorns after we left, and we were repaired afterward. The rest was taken care of at a hospital in Praxus."
"I heard about that match," Hardwing grumbled as they entered the medical wing.
"I am really not surprised the news reached the Citadel. I think most of Cybertron was watching that match." Dai Atlas shifted a long wing slightly.
"Any chance you know how your opponents were brought back to functioning?" Redline asked.
"I wasn't aware they were alive again." Axe frowned. "After that match we left the arena, and we haven't been following the matches. So we're really not sure."
"I hardly blame for you that," Hardwing huffed. "It's just my own medical curiosity how they managed it. On the berths. And Wing," he made sure he had the jet's attention. "Off."
Wing pouted, giving Hardwing his best "little lost turbopuppy" optics, but, as usual, the older medic was unaffected. Very reluctantly, Wing detached from Dai Atlas' plating, but he didn't go far.
"Sorry, jetling." Axe leaned over to run his fingers over a white audial flare. "You can latch onto us again when he's done."
"Behave or I'll drop you into stasis," Hardwing growled as he plugged Dai Atlas into the medical berth to run a deep viral scan, then moved on to Axe. "I can always run your maintenance check."
The response to that was a protesting whine, but Wing kept out of the way. He still didn't go very far away, though.
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It took several joors for Hardwing to be satisfied that the two returned Knights were in good health and had no major injuries that needed repair. They just needed energon and rest after their long flight back to the Citadel.
"Go back to your quarters and rest, and take that flutter-glitch with you," Hardwing grumped.
Axe chuckled, getting to his pedes and reaching down to scoop Wing up. "I doubt he'll be letting go of either of us for an orn at the very least." He rubbed Wing's back gently. "We missed him as much as he missed us."
"I doubt you missed him that much," Hardwing huffed. "Scat, the lot of you."
Dai Atlas nodded and led the small group out. ~I have to agree with the doc,~ he chuckled.
~Oh really?~ Axe raised an optic ridge at his mate. "Wing, did you want to see the captures I got of our dear Dai kidnapping mecha for cuddles?"
Wing perked up, optics brightening as a bright grin appeared on his face. "Yes, please!" Wings fluttering eagerly, he turned that grin on Dai Atlas. "Hard time adjusting to a lack of jet cuddles, hm?"
"More like I want a sparkling," the largest mech grumbled under his ventilations. ~I will get you for that.~
~You are most welcome to try,~ Axe cooed back, winking at the larger mech.
Wing chirred, blinking a Dai Atlas. "There's no reason you can't have one. The Citadel is a peaceful environment, and there are several hundred mecha who would be willing to help raise a sparkling."
"We both have inhibiters and to request one sparked would invite far too much scrutiny," Dai Atlas shook his helm. "I'm just an old mecha used to having a charge."
The small jet cooed softly, settling back against Axe's armor. Gold optics lifted to meet blue. "You mentioned image captures?"
Axe chuckled, obligingly sending the white jet a databurst with some of the more choice images. A moment later, Wing went almost completely limp, laughing so hard his vocalizer squeaked.
"It's not that funny," Dai Atlas groused as they entered the tower they lived in.
"It's hilarious," Wing giggled. "Oh Primus, their expressions..."
"There were some priceless expressions and some interesting flailing." Axe's grin widened.
"They're sparkling-sized to me," Dai Atlas muttered. "I told you I want one."
Wing purred, reaching over to pat Dai Atlas' arm. "I think it's cute." Wiggling out of Axe's hold, he hopped over onto Dai Atlas' shoulders, sliding down into the blue mech's arms. He was rewarded by a quick flicker of contentment to edge out the longing.
"Now what have you been up to?" Dai Atlas demanded, his grip on Wing tight enough to keep anyone from taking him. ~I wonder if Hardwing can delete the protocols...~
"Driving various people up the wall," Wing replied. "I completed Dagger's training and saw him Knighted, and I saw Shogun and Stormcloud's sparkling after he separated."
~I can't think of any reason why he wouldn't be able to,~ Axe replied. His helm spikes twitched. "Wait... Shogun has a sparkling?"
"When? What is he? Where is he?" Dai Atlas' entire frame twitched and quivered. ~I hope so, before I do something unredeemable.~
"About two and a half centuries ago now. Little mech named Firefly. He turned out to be a Praxian Aerial, though with a clear Altihexian influence," Wing answered. "He's around here somewhere... They live in this tower, too. If he's not running around the corridors, you'll see him in the rec room. Most of the Citadel helped raise him."
~Next time we see Hardwing, we will ask,~ Axe replied as they entered their long-sealed quarters. "I bet he'll be quite the spark-breaker when he's a mechling." He paused, startled as he looked around. "Someone cleaned."
"Atl and I did," Wing smiled. "It's tradition for a Knight's Daoshi to make sure their quarters don't look abandoned when they return."
"Thank you," Dai Atlas shifted one hand to stroke Wing's backstrut as he sent a command to the oil bath to heat up. "It is very welcome. They really let so many mecha care for their sparkling?"
Wing was caught between puffing up at the praise and melting into the touch. Somehow, he managed to do both at once. "The Citadel is a relatively small, fairly closed community. Besides, Shogun was a cop; I have absolutely no doubt he was running background and criminal record checks on everyone before he let them anywhere near Firefly. Shogun's 'evil optic' look is nearly as effective as yours is." Wing grinned. "Everyone helps with sparklings so the creators aren't overwhelmed by their sparkling combined with their duties."
~I don't think I could do that,~ Dai Atlas hummed and walked to the washrack. "Shower first, or right to the oil?" he glanced at his mate.
~I have to admit, it is an intriguing way to raise sparklings.~ Axe looked down at himself, inspecting his frame critically for a moment. "Shower first, to get the travel grime off. Then into the oil."
Dai Atlas nodded agreeably and angled towards that side. "You're going to have to let go for a bit," he murmured to Wing, only reluctantly loosening his grip enough to allow it.
Wing pouted, unfolding himself from Dai Atlas' grasp and hopping to the floor. One white wingtip brushed against blue metal as the small jet got out of the way, but didn't leave the washracks.
Axe turned on the solvent, removing Sentry of Balance from his back and placing the Great Sword aside for the moment. A contented hum escaped as the cleaner ran over black armor, carrying away the grime that built up on his plating. The hum turned to a purr as his mate went to work with brush, liquid soap and far too much knowledge to clean every bit of Axe's back, aft, shoulders and the back of his helm.
~Or maybe Hardwing could remove my inhibitor,~ Dai Atlas mused, longing getting the better of reason. ~I didn't have one for quite a while.~
~Also an option,~ Axe replied. ~I wonder if there's any chance he could do something about mine...~ He purred as the brush in his mate's hand ran along a particularly sensitive armor seam.
Wing was already in the hot oil pool, bobbing on the surface, wings spread and armor fluffed. Bright gold optics watched the two larger mechs as they cleaned up, each touch enticing the other until Axe was moaning softly, his armor fluffed out and frame practically begging his mate for more.
~Tease,~ Axe accused, looking over his shoulder at his mate. He leaned into the brush, his purr increasing in volume. ~Going to get you back for this when I get my hands on that brush.~
~I look forward to it,~ Dai Atlas purred throatily, his touching and scrubbing becoming more sensual the cleaner Axe became.
Purrs became soft moans, the black mech leaning back against his mate's frame. Blue optics lifted to meet red. Turning around, he took the brush from Dai Atlas' hand, flicking the larger mech a sly grin. ~My turn.~
~As you wish,~ Dai Atlas shivered faintly and spread his arms, wings and armor in an open offer of all he had to his mate.
Axe's grin widened. He went to work, making sure to get all the hard-to-reach and sensitive places. Light strokes of the bristles teased the sensors, flicking along the edges of the plates. The black mech kept the touch especially light as he worked the brush along the span of Dai Atlas' wings, teasing the sensors along the leading edges. The black and gold mech's purr made it clear just how much he was enjoying this.
The first low moan from Dai Atlas was a triumph for Axe, then wings began to twitch and their bond began to swell with arousal.
Grinning hugely, Axe worked the brush over a wing joint, the very tips of the bristles teasing the delicate mechanisms that extended Dai Atlas' wings. The fingers of his other hand sneaked under a blue armor plate to skim feather-light over the circuits underneath. Working his way back along a wide wing, Axe teased the vanes at the tip, stroking the bristles along the edge of one vane.
Large white hands clenched and relaxed repeatedly as wide blue and white wings tried to press into the touch harder. ~You're trying to get pinned against the wall hard, aren't you?~
Pure mischief echoed down the bond. Optics sparkling, Axe leaned forward to lick at Dai Atlas' wingtip vanes, glossa flicking at the tip. ~And if I am?~ he purred in response.
~You're going to get it soon,~ he rumbled, his wing quivering.
~Is that a promise?~ Axe's voice was sultry as he repeated the motion, running the brush very lightly along the leading edge of his mate's wing, setting off all the sensors with one long, smooth stroke. His glossa ran slowly along the length of the lower wingtip vane, flirting with the tip.
~Yes!~ Dai Atlas's powerful engines roared in arousal even as he forced himself to hold relatively still. ~Going to take you completely.~
~I'm looking forward to it,~ the black and gold mech crooned, slowly licking the vane again. The brush worked in spirals over the sensors in the flat planes of Dai Atlas' wings, feathering over the joint before Axe slid the bristles across his mate's back and along the length of the other wing.
Blue, black and white armor flared out, trying to cool Dai Atlas' internals. Then wings flared up sharply to clear Axe's helm when Dai Atlas twisted around and slammed him against the wall with a fierce kiss. Axe returned the kiss equally fiercely, dropping the brush. Dark hands glided over and under blue and white armor, one hand lifting to stroke the back of Dai Atlas' helm. Light fingertips brushed the back of his larger mate's neck. Bracing himself against the wall, Axe trailed one footplate along a blue shin.
Without hesitation Dai Atlas' spike cover slid back to release the long, thick length to extend and harden. ~Open,~ he growled, his hands eager and seeking along his mate's body.
Axe's valve cover almost popped open, lubricants seeping out through the platelets. Black armor flared, offering access to what lay underneath as Axe curled one leg around his mate's hip, pulling the taller mech closer. ~Take me.~
With a shudder Dai Atlas drove his hips forward and up, hilting himself full with a deep, rumbling groan at the pleasure from his spike spiraled through his frame.
Axe moaned, long and low, as that spike entered him. The back of his helm clunked against the wall as the pleasure darted through his sensor net. No matter how many times they interfaced, it always felt so good to be stretched as filled so completely.
Strong hands closed around Axe's hips as Dai Atlas drew his hips back, then slammed them forward with a deep growl. Axe let out another moan, rolling his hips into Dai Atlas' thrusts as much as his mate's grip would allow him. His fingers slid into an armor seam, the other hand stroking and kneading the back of the larger mech's neck. Pleasure reverberated through their bond as the thrusting rhythm picked up.
Axe's fingers slid into an armor seam, the other hand stroking and kneading the back of the larger mech's neck. Pleasure reverberated through their bond as they kissed, both lost in the lubricated friction of their interface.
~Spark,~ Dai Atlas moaned, his chest plates unlocking. ~Want your spark.~
Black chestplates promptly unlocked and parted. The blue glow of his spark gleamed off his gold trim and his mate's blue plating. His spark was all but flattened to the side of its casing, wanting to get out. As soon as the casing began to open, it was out and reaching for its other half, a deep red spark that was just as desperate to connect.
~Love,~ Dai Atlas trembled uncontrollably in the mixture of pleasure and completeness that was never enough, but would have to suffice. The peace, the momentary lifting of the burden his gift inflicted on him, suffused through his processors and drew an intense cry of bliss from him.
Axe wrapped his arms around his mate's frame, pressing his chest against Dai Atlas'. His optics flared as the spark merge took precedence over the physical pleasure. ~Beloved,~ he murmured in response, willingly surrendering fully to the bliss and his mate's unique need.
~Love you. Want you. Need you.~ Dai Atlas trembled, right on the edge of a hard overload.
~Love you, more than words could ever express,~ Axe replied. ~I'm yours. Now and Always.~ Purest love accompanied the words, flowing through their bond to be absorbed greedily by the deeply scared and burdened spark until the inevitable overload swept them away into the bliss that only a pleasurable oblivion could bring.
Axe's high sound of pleasure went unnoticed by either of the pair. Neither was paying any attention to the external. Axe's valve clenched around his mate's spike, the black mech's frame going stiff in Dai Atlas' arms as the charge cascaded through his systems.
From the hot oil pool, golden optics watched with bright interest over the pool rim. Wing had been keeping quiet, though he was aware that the pair had completely forgotten he was even in the room with them. As arousing as the physical interfacing was, watching their frame language as their chest armor parted and the merge began was even more enticing in a far different way. Wing knew, watching this, that he desperately wanted to find a mecha that his spark resonated so completely with. Even from his angle he could see how Axe's life force had melded itself against its casing until released.
Slowly, gently, in direct contrast to the overload, the pair came down from their high and gradually relaxed. Dai Atlas nuzzled him mate affectionately in the pleasant lethargy. ~Hot oil, or try to finish cleaning up?~
~I think we got the worst of the grime off,~ Axe replied, returning the nuzzle with a warm purr. ~Oil bath.~ Blue optics slid to the pool, only then remembering they had an audience as he spotted the peeking optics.
~I hope we didn't torment him too much,~ Dai Atlas chuckled as he pulled out with a groan.
Axe lowered his leg, taking a moment to make sure of his balance before making his way over to the pool. Groaning softly, he lowered himself into the hot liquid.
Wing moved over to give the two larger mechs space, his fluttering wings stirring the surface of the oil. The little jet waited until both of them were settled before paddling over and latching onto them again. Strong arms wrapped around him as Dai Atlas returned the desire for contact.
His spark now settled by the merge, Dai Atlas relaxed physically and turned his focus on understanding his resent fixation on sparklings. As old as he was, as many charges as he'd trained, never before had there been a sparkling in his life, not the kind he was obsessing over. Every military mecha was sparked in a fully upgraded frame, fully programmed with all the skills they'd need to survive and ready to step onto the battlefield. They never had a small, cute phase.
~Centuries of exposure to Wing, who acts more like a sparkling than any of our past charges did?~ Axe suggested. ~He tends to get under our armor without too much effort.~ The black and gold mech leaned over to affectionately rub Wing's crest, smiling at the resulting purr.
~Yes, he does,~ Dai Atlas murmured, stroking along Wing's backstrut. ~It's still strange, as old as I am, that I'd even be attracted to sparkling-like qualities.~
~That I can't explain.~ Axe lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug, leaning against Dai Atlas' side and smiling at the limp, purring white jet in his mate's lap.