Fandom: Transformers G1
Author: gatekat, ultrarodimus on LJ
Pairing: Axe/Dai Atlas/Titanus, Wing/Tradewinds
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Slash, Historical Setting, Knights of Light, Sticky, Spark, Mechpreg
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page (gatekat-fics .livejournal 290 .html). We draw from a ton of amazing stories and authors you should read.
Kneeling to the Sword 19: Trying Again
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Titanus stood in the courtyard of the Citadel of Light, stretching wings and tailfins and revving his turbines, making sure everything was in working order. He'd gotten Hardwing to look his systems over the night before, just in case. Nothing wrong with being careful.
Two orns before, he'd gotten a call from Dai Atlas and Axe, asking him to drop by. The teleporter had joined them after making his last delivery of the orn, wondering what was going on. Axe had explained that Dai Atlas' creator protocols had kicked in again, and the former General had chosen Titanus as the sire, hoping for a calmer, less militant spark. The black Knight was of the opinion that seeing Shogun and Stormcloud's new sparkling, a little femme designated Illusion, had helped provide a kick-start for his own mate's protocols.
The teleporter had been honored to be asked, and had readily agreed. The arrangements had been made for the flight, and the participants given enough time to prepare. Now it was time, and Titanus ran through his last system checks before turning his attention to Dai Atlas and Axe. It was going to be very different from last time. All three of them would interface, though Axe would not be involved in the spark merge that kindled the new spark.
Even though it was no contest, he'd been warned that it wouldn't be any easier to catch Dai Atlas. Protocols still demanded the unbonded mech prove himself a worthy sire.
Gold-streaked wings flared wide, white-and-charcoal armor puffing out showily. Level blue optics met Dai Atlas' red for an instant before the older mech was airborne.
Dai Atlas' field was wild, aroused in a way that was familiar to Titanus but very weird to Axe. Then the ancient mech was off, his powerful engines lifting him past the top of the powers far faster than most anticipated.
Hot engine exhaust swept across the courtyard as Titanus and Axe launched at top speed, their turbines howling. Ignoring the crowds gathering to watch, the teleporter was off in hot pursuit of his quarry with Axe on his wing. All their attention was on the blue-armored frame ahead of them. Titanus was drunk on the protocols calling him and Dai Atlas to reproduce. It gave him a competitive edge for endurance and reflexes, but much of that energy came from the power-hungry processors that governed his higher functions.
Nearby, Axe had no such hindrances or advantages. He was not flying to kindle. He did not have the protocols to be affected by his mate's state, though the lust and need to interface pouring across their bond did.
Even with only one actual pursuer chasing him, Dai Atlas was not going to make it easy. His engines powered him to the edge of the atmosphere well ahead of the pair, angling towards the smaller moon still far overhead.
Powerful jet engines howled as Titanus quickly hit full throttle, his entire focus narrowed to the blue shape ahead of him. Slowly, the distance between them was shrinking, the remaining processor power the teleporter possessed calculating how best to make up time on his prey. It took him well over a klik to recall the rules placed on his teleporting, then to recall that he actually could teleport. Diverting some power from engines to processors, Titanus teleported several lengths ahead, still well behind Dai Atlas but in a better position to perhaps catch up without needing to teleport again. It just used too much power, which was better used in his engines and control surfaces.
Axe was now well behind him, and Dai Atlas dropped the extra power into his engines he'd used to break the last serious clutches of the gravity well of Cybertron. The smaller giant was still well ahead of him, but he was closing fast as they approached the smaller moon.
Titanus made a soft rumbling sound to himself, angling his flight path to intercept Dai Atlas'. His long wings were trembling eagerly as he closed in, even though he knew the flight was only just beginning. The hard part would be actually catching the much older mech. He'd made it clear that he wasn't going to make catching him any easier than the first time, despite only having one pursuer.
Dai Atlas needed the sire to be strong, fast and clever on a level that no amount of intellect or logic could counter.
A string of data from his proximity sensors behind him eventually got Titanus' attention as he closed in on Dai Atlas near the border of the moon prison and he realized that Axe was no longer in range.
Humming in puzzlement, Titanus spared some processor space to flick his sensors out behind him, wondering where the black and gold Knight had vanished to. He was aware that Axe was no slouch in the air, quite fast and agile. The black mech should have been right on the teleporter's tailfins by now.
A flick of a wing altered Titanus' flight path slightly, making slight course adjustments to catch up with his elusive quarry. It took another klik to catch up, adjusting his course to match Dai Atlas' speed and attitude. Now the hard part would begin.
As they came around the curvature of the moon, the second one in sight, something large and dark slammed into Dai Atlas with the effect of a freight train, sending him, and whatever hit him, tumbling into space.
Titanus had managed to pull close to the blue giant, his entire focus on catching Dai Atlas. Caught by surprise at the sudden appearance of the other flier, he squawked and instinctively teleported out of the way, losing ground. Spitting a curse he'd picked up while making a delivery to the mid-levels of Kaon, he pushed his engines to make up the ground he'd lost, streaking after his quarry and whoever had slammed into the blue mech.
As he got close, a process much faster than he'd anticipated, he realized the dark object tangled with his quarry was Axe.
So that was where Axe had vanished to. Titanus grinned to himself. Clever trick. The teleporter drew even with them, orbiting them once before closing in, ready to end the chase. Watching the smaller black and gold mech work his spike in and out of Dai Atlas' valve, the larger mech with his back arched forward and hips thrust back, moaning eagerly in the silence of space as he sucked on Axe's fingers.
Titanus had to laugh at what he saw when he closed in. One wing flicking, he closed in to join them, reaching out to glide dark gray hands over blue plating, curling one leg around Dai Atlas' for added stability. He wasn't sure it qualified as a catch, since his quarry had apparently completely forgotten he was actually being chased, though. Not that it seemed to matter to Dai Atlas. The blue giant's chestplates unlocked at Titanus' touch, his spike full and hard between them as Axe pulled his fingers from his mate's mouth.
::He gets off on a bit rough,:: Axe purred across a private comm. ::He likes to feel that his lover is strong enough to protect him when he lets go.::
::Good to know,:: the teleporter replied, his own chestplates unlocking. Aquamarine light shone out between the parting plates as Titanus nipped at Dai Atlas' cheek armor, shifting his position and guiding the blue mech's spike into his valve. Titanus' powerful engines revved, vibrating through all three mechs as he pressed his frame against Dai Atlas', one hand reaching back to stroke Axe's dark armor as well as the smallest of the three drove the physical interface.
In response to the spark energy so close to his Dai Atlas parted his armor, exposing the deep red spark, swirling with energy and driven by protocols even the ancient mech couldn't control. His chamber spiraled open, eager to be enveloped by another spark and draw back with enough energy to spin off a new life to support.
Titanus' spark reached out of its opening casing, blue-green threads twining with red, drawing the sparks together. The teleporter moaned deep in his chest, his hips bucking hard against Dai Atlas, taking his thick, long spike in deeper. White wings flared and trembled as two sparks combined into a purplish orb, energy flowing between them. One hand raked down Dai Atlas' side, skimming over armor seams and sensitive plating.
Despite having some experience on what to expect, the abrupt connection to Dai Atlas, the full impact of just how strong-willed the mech was, sent Titanus' processors reeling. The hunger in that large red spark was daunting, but far more than that was the comprehension, slower and undesired, at how much Dai Atlas was still burdened by his long existence. Burdened by God was entirely too accurate a translation, even if it was not the one most thought of.
White wings stiffened behind him as the large flier braced himself so as not to be pulled in, taking a moment to get his mental balance back. Tilting his helm, he brushed his lips against the blue mech's, his valve rippling and squeezing around the spike buried to the hilt inside. It wasn't long before pleasure overrode history in the merge and Dai Atlas kissed him back, embracing him and holding him tightly.
Dai Atlas' spark cried out with need, to be gifted with a means to balance the crimes that Dai Atlas has long ago thought he'd atoned for and accepted his place in. Gone was any familiar ground for Titanus as that great red spark pushed inside his own, burrowing fully into the very core of his life force and drawing energy from it.
Titanus kept just enough processor power to keep the merge from going all the way to the core, returning the kiss. One hand found Dai Atlas' wing, running along its length, exploring the flat planes, and making sure to find every sensor along the way. His other hand ran over Axe's black plating, finding an armor seam and slipping the tips of his fingers inside. The big flier shifted his hips slightly, changing the angle minutely. He was barely aware of gravity attempting to re-exert a hold on the trio, firing his thrusters just enough to maintain a more or less stable position.
::Give over to the merge,:: Axe encouraged. ::I'll keep us safe.::
Dai Atlas was already lost to the merge; the pleasure and the drive to procreate that had brought him here. Across the merged sparks was a demand for Titanus give up more spark energy, to give as much as he dared for the strength of the new life.
In his life Titanus had spark-merged only twice before. His whole frame quivered briefly as he surrendered to the merge. He would give as much as he could. Blue optics flared a bright blue-white, armor plates flaring to expel some of the building heat away from his systems with the air. Dark fingers tightened on the leading edge of Dai Atlas' wing, setting off the sensors left and right. He felt the sharp pleasure-pain and how good it felt to Dai Atlas.
Consciousness drifted on the edge of blacking out, only the survival protocols that kept him from surrendering his entire spark kept him awake enough to manage to hold onto himself. In the very back of his processor he was glad he wasn't the first to catch Dai Atlas. Titanium had the will and experience to control this and teach Dai Atlas what should happen.
Then ... it was over. Titanus' spark and processors were his own again. Dai Atlas was no longer broadcasting the protocols calling mechs to mate with him.
::Rest,:: Axe's comm was gentle, reassuring. ::I will protect us.::
The big teleporter managed a mumble of agreement at that, clinging to the other two to keep from drifting away. His chestplates settled back into place, the gold glass of his cockpit scraping against Dai Atlas' armor. Blue optics flickered once, then darkened.
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Wing had spent a couple of joors darting about between the towers of the Citadel, hoping to work off some of the nervous energy that had taken hold of him. Just before the mating flight had begun, Wing, like all the other fliers in the Citadel, had returned to the ground, the little white jet going from flying to restless pacing. Tradewinds had found him atop the residence tower he lived in, watching the trio of large mechs streaking toward space, wings fluttering and flaring behind him.
"You don't have to wait alone," Tradewinds put his hand on Wing's shoulder much like he had vorns earlier after Wing had learned of Tradewinds' past.
Wing jumped, startled. "Oh. Hi." He leaned against the larger mech, optics lifting back to the sky. "I would gladly welcome some company... This is the second time I've watched Dai lead a mating flight, though the first time there were five mechs chasing him and Axe stayed on the ground."
"I heard about that one," Tradewinds smiled and kissed the top of Wing's crest. "Do you know if his choice this time is because Titanium couldn't make it back, or if he's going for different traits?"
"He's going for different traits," Wing replied, purring at the kiss. "Titanus isn't military... He's much calmer and has none of the military programming. Dai is hoping that the sparkling will turn out less aggressive than Sheerwing did. And the sparkling might inherit Titanus' ability to teleport."
"Which would be quite a coupe for him," Tradewinds chuckled, drawing Wing against his chest and inside his field that was rich with amusement and the arousal Wing always inspired in the shuttle. "Can I distract you, say in my berth?"
"A teleporting sparkling would certainly be interesting to raise, though Titanus says the ability doesn't develop until the sparkling is at least a youngling, and they're mature enough to handle it," Wing replied, then snorted. "Or at least easier to rein in!" White armor ruffled. "And yes, that would be quite an effective distraction." He leaned against Tradewinds' frame, purring.
"Then let's go," Tradewinds purred before catching Wing's mouth in a searing kiss. Turbines revved as Tradewinds let Wing go and leapt into the air.
The white jet's wings flared open as he leaped into the air, following the shuttle. He flew close to Tradewinds, their wingtips almost touching from time to time. Wing spared the occasional glance upward, though the three giants had already passed well out of his optic range.
Three steps into Tradewinds quarters and Wing's attention was focused on his lover's arousal, the play of a field rich with desire for him against him plating as the larger mech drew him towards the berthroom that was full of good memories for Wing.
"I'll make you forget about everything but screaming my designation until your vocalizer shorts out," Tradewinds rumbled.
"I like the sound of that," Wing purred, fluttering his wings playfully at the bigger mech. He eagerly leaned against Tradewinds' plating, allowing himself to be led to the exquisitely soft and sensuous berth he'd spent more time in than his own since his first night there.
"Good," Tradewinds claimed his mouth in another kiss as he fell back onto the berth, drawing Wing down on top of him.
Wing purred into the kiss, stroking his palms over Tradewinds' chest. One leg shifted against the shuttle's, footplate rubbing against the larger mech's shin. "What've you got in mind?" Gleaming golden optics lifted to meet bright blue.
Strong white hands slid up Wing's back to pull him down for a molten kiss. "For you to use me," he rumbled hotly, every inch of him electrified with desire for the jet in his arms and the pure, shameless sensuality that Wing brought to everything he did.
The small white jet's purr deepened as he shifted over the shuttle, his pelvic plating grinding slowly against Tradewinds'. Wing returned the kiss with equal heat, nipping at Tradewinds' lower lip, glossa exploring the depths of his mouth. Agile black fingers slid into armor seams, brushing over the underlying circuitry.
As shameless as Wing was in pleasure, it drew that same freedom to Tradewinds and he moaned, shivering at the touch and at being desired for something other than his talent for earning credits or ability to forget anything resembling morals when it was convenient. For the first time in his existence, Tradewinds felt cared for because of himself. He was more than willing to give everything to this mech that created that sensation.
"Wing ... please..." Tradewinds begged, his wings quivering and his entire being pleading for command.
One dark hand slid down Tradewinds' torso, slipping between their frames to trail slow, teasing circles over the larger shuttle-mech's valve cover. "Open for me." Wing crooned, his voice low and sultry.
Tradewinds shuddered and obeyed, his legs spreading and hips rolling up to offer himself more fully. With their fields so close and meshed, the heat coiling inside the shuttle at the mere thought of what was coming flooding into Wing as Tradewinds whimpered a wordless plea.
The white jet trilled as his fingers slipped inside, two fingertips pressing through the soft platelets into the inner passage. One brushed over a sensor node, the pad of the fingertip rolling slowly over it for a long klik before working deeper into the larger mech's already slick valve. Tradewinds' hips rocked into the touch as his valve tightened around the fingers to coat them. Strong calipers cycled, trying to draw the fingers in deeper.
"W-Winggg..." Tradewinds moaned, his fingers digging into Wing's wing joints as his vents opened fully and fans kicked up a notch.
"Yesssss?" Wing drawled, watching his lover's responses through bright, half-lidded optics. He continued the slow exploration of Tradewinds' valve, locating and stimulating each sensor node as his fingers found them, as deep as he could reach.
Ragged panting was all Tradewinds could manage for a long klik as his frame reacted to the pleasure being delivered onto it. "Your spike, please lover."
"You want my spike in there?" Wing slid his fingers in as deep as he could reach, spreading them wide and dragging them down the walls of Tradewinds' valve as slowly as possible, fingertips running over every sensor node in their path.
"Yesss!" Tradewinds keened as his valve lining spasmed and calipers caught to close around a solid object that wasn't there. Bright blue optics looked at Wing in desperation. "I want to feel your spike stretch me, feel your transfluid rush against my nodes. Want you."
Slowly, torturously slowly, Wing withdrew his fingers from Tradewinds' valve. Keeping his optics on the shuttle's face, he lifted his hand to take his fingers into his mouth, making a great show of licking and sucking off the lubricants. A purr escaped as he savored the flavor. Tradewinds' optics locked onto the movement. His vents stuttered now and then as he whined.
Eventually he got enough processor together to reach for Wing's hips and rub his thumb over the still-closed spike cover. Wing purred deeply, rolling his hips into the contact. His spike cover slid open, his spike slowly pressurizing out of its housing and into the waiting fingers. Tradewinds slowly rolled his thumb around the tip, then slid down the underside to stroke the housing.
The white jet moaned softly, his hips shifting into the touch. Slender white wings fluttered out behind him. Pressing one palm against Tradewinds' torso armor to brace himself, Wing shifted to settle between the larger mech's legs, his gaze never leaving his lover and the pleading expression fixed on him.
"Please..." Tradewinds whined, his frame shaking and valve cycling around empty air. "Fill me, lover."
"Since you asked so nicely..." Wing shifted his hips, sliding his spike into Tradewinds' valve as slowly as he had his fingers, teasing the bigger mech. A deep vibrating purr ran through his frame as he slowly hilted himself, pausing for a long moment before beginning to move. Under him Tradewinds moaned and rolled his hips into the slow thrust, trying to take him in deeper. Around him Tradewinds squeezed and shivered.
"Wingggg," he moaned, shameless and encouraging.
Wing moaned softly, trembling slightly. Drawing back his hips as slowly as he had pressed in, he held still a moment, just to tease his lover, before thrusting back in just as slowly. It was a delicious torture for both of them as each movement of sensor node against pressure.
Tradewinds' hands finally found Wing again, drawing him down and into a kiss as Tradewinds curled his frame upwards.
Returning the kiss, Wing maintained the same torturously slow pace. His hands ran over Tradewinds' armor, reaching down to grasp and stroke the larger shuttle's elaborate wings. Dark fingers stroked along the panels, into the seams and around the control surfaces, wiggling into sensitive wiring until Tradewinds was a puddle of desperate pleasure.
"Tease!" Tradewinds gasped, his entire frame quivering with the building charge from his rarely-stimulated valve.
"You know it," Wing purred in response, smiling devilishly down at the larger white mech. It wasn't often he was on the giving end of the teasing, but it was very fun when he was. His valve didn't even mind being empty when his spike felt this good, and his lover so very much wanted it.
"Please, love," Tradewinds begged shamelessly, his hips undulating in an effort to drive the thrusting faster.
Wing leaned down to deliver a fiery kiss, sparks actually leaping from his lips onto Tradewinds'. The white jet finally picked up the pace, his thrusts coming faster and harder, footplates scraping against the berth for added leverage. Each slide sent sparks between spike and valve, drawing keening moans from both lovers.
Tradewinds grasped Wing tightly, holding him close as he began to lose control. The garbled sound that came from the shuttle's vocalizer may have been Wing's designation, but it was hard to tell.
Wing voiced a sound that was part moan and part purr, bracing himself, thrusting hard into Tradewinds' valve. He was cycling air as fast as his vents could manage, trying in vain to cool his internal systems. His plating struck sparks against his lover's, leaving streaks of red here and there that neither cared about with the mounting bliss.
It was only a moment longer and Tradewinds' valve clamped down on Wing's spike as he roared his overload, energy jumping from his frame to Wing's.
Wing overloaded with a keening shriek, throwing back his helm and arching his back to drive his spike all the way in. Energy cascaded through his systems, cracking over his plating as transfluid burst from his spike, flooding Tradewinds' valve and driving the shuttle's overload even higher.
Their frames were steaming, armor pinging as it cooled, when they came back to themselves some kliks later. Tradewinds hummed in post-overload contentment and nuzzled the purring jet sprawled on top of him.
The little white jet returned the nuzzle, rubbing his cheek against Tradewinds'. He was flopped across the shuttle's frame, almost completely limp. Slender wings flopped open, tips touching the berth. Wing was completely disinclined to move for the moment, content to stay right where he was.
"Have you ever thought about kindling one of your own?" Tradewinds murmured.
"I've never given it a thought," Wing admitted, turning his helm to meet Tradewinds' gaze. "I figure I'll have a sparkling one day, but not till I find the right mech to sire it, and I'm at least a bit more mature than I am now."
Tradewinds chuckled and slid a finger down Wing's nose. "I hope you never get too much more mature. You're too sweet now to lose."
"Then it might be a very long time until I have a sparkling of my own," Wing replied, nipping playfully at the larger mech's finger.
"A fair trade," Tradewinds purred and leaned up to snatch a kiss. "I'd rather have you as you are."
"Plenty of time in the future to mature a bit, then think about sparklings." Wing returned the kiss. "Right now, I'm happy the way things are... And with teaching my younger siblings how to drive our creators right up the wall." His grin spoke volumes of mischief and caused Tradewinds to laugh.
"Siblings and their Initiates, I think," he smirked up at Wing. "I'm guessing none of you are likely to take one on while there's a youngster around?"
Wing's grin widened. "There is a bit of plotting, though it's all harmless fun. To get Dai to lighten up and laugh now and then. Sometimes we get Firefly involved, and we're already anticipating when Illusion will be old enough to join in. And no, none of us will take on an Initiate when there's a youngling around."
"Then I'll have a while longer before I have to really share you," Tradewinds purred in pleasure. "I can't say I'm looking forward to having to share so much of your time. It'll be a challenge, watching you be more dedicated to another for centuries."
The young jet fluttered almost limp wings. "Lovers are important, but so is family. And training the next generation of Knights. My creators managed to make it work when Dai was an Initiate and Axe still a Supplicant. We can manage, too."
"I'm going to do my best," Tradewinds promised seriously. "It's worth the effort for something that important to you."
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Usually, Titanus would give at least some warning when he was on his way to the Citadel, so that Dai Atlas and family would be ready for his arrival. This time, the big teleporter clearly had something else on his mind. He popped out of nowhere just inside the balcony doors of the giant Knights' quarters just as the family dinner was wrapping up, managing to startle everyone in the room.
Axe was just about to ask if something was wrong when the ecstatic grin on Titanus' features registered.
"What's got you all excited?" Sheerwing cocked his helm.
"Nothing wrong at all," Titanus replied, walking forward once he was sure that the shock had worn off and he wouldn't be getting swatted. Startling old military mecha was a bad idea at the best of times. "Very much a surprise and extremely unexpected, though."
"Well spill it, Poof," Dai Atlas rumbled, his spark and valve swirling in anticipation of what the teleporter's arrival usually meant.
The teleporter's grin widened, white and charcoal armor fluffing. The nic went right over his helm that time. "Apparently you're not the only one who's carrying, Dai."
Several sets of optics cycled, but it was the golden set that steadied first. "Twins?" Wing squealed.
"Technically..." Dai Atlas recovered next. "Though not the normal kind..." he focused on Titanus. "You're sure it's mine?"
"You were the first mech I've spark merged with in over a century," Titanus replied. "I'm unmated, and I don't have a steady lover. So unless Primus has seen fit to spark me, I don't see who else's it could possibly be."
"Wow," Axe murmured, his processors turning that over even as Wing launched at Titanus.
"You're going to make sure they know each other right?" Wing demanded. "You should move here. It's safe and with his brother and safe."
The biggest flier caught the little white jet, his hand finding the sweet spot right between slender wings. "I intend to ask Vanguard if I can take up residence in the Citadel once I can no longer fly, until my sparkling is old enough to fly. And yes, I do intend for it to know its siblings, and its sire." Titanus' blue optics flicked over to meet Dai Atlas' red.
"Good." Wide wings relaxed, having hiked up in pre-aggression without Dai Atlas realizing it. "I'd rather you come sooner," he added. "If teleporting is draining on you, it could be dangerous to the newspark ... if you aren't in peak condition before you jump."
Titanus nodded. "I'll probably stop teleporting within the next couple of metacycles or thereabouts. I don't want to risk harming the sparkling. It will take some time to make arrangements, since I'm very much in demand as a courier, and there will be quite a few mecha put out when I become unavailable for the better part of a vorn."
"Don't let them bully you," Axe went serious. "This is too important to give into threats. No one is that important."
White wings flared. "I don't intend to let them bully me. The sparkling comes before their petty demands. I won't let their greed put this new life in jeopardy. If they get too persistent, I might be moving into the Citadel sooner than expected."
Wings and frames all around the room settled at the fierceness of the assurance.
~Love ... though it's carried in another frame, this is still my sparkling too,~ Dai Atlas reached out for his mate.
Agreement reached back through the bond. ~As long as Titanus is agreeable, my love. I look forward to getting to know both sparklings, watching them grow, and watching Wing and Sheer teaching them all the mischief they've come up with over the vorns.~
With a slight smile Dai Atlas stepped forward and drew Titanus into a hug. "Axe and I would invite you to join us until they are fully upgraded. We would have yours be as much our creation as the one I carry is yours."
The bigger mech shifted Wing up onto his shoulder, a hum of surprise escaping before melting into a purr. "I accept, and gladly." He returned the hug, one arm curling around Axe as the black and gold Knight came over to join them. Wing chirred happily, all but bouncing on the large white shoulder. Out of the group hug Sheerwing hung back, but he still smiled at his creators' happiness.
"Good," Dai Atlas rumbled and kissed Titanus' cheek. "Will you share our berthroom?"
"As long as I'm not intruding and nobody minds, I will. Though I should probably find my own room as well... Rumor has it you're a terror when carrying grounds you, so a place to retreat to might be prudent." Titanus flicked his audial antennae.
"It's true," Wing nodded seriously, much to Dai Atlas' annoyance and Axe's chuckle.
"Only after I start showing and it interferes with my performance," Dai Atlas grumbled. "Military-grade survival protocols don't handle being grounded very well."
"Understatement of a lifetime," Axe snickered before he straightened. "Seriously though, it's a good idea ... and I'd set your teleporting emergency protocols to pop you to your private apartment here if it looks like he's tensed up to hit."
"I'm not that bad," Dai Atlas scowled.
"Yes you are," Wing and Axe replied in unison.
The big white and dark gray mech nodded. "I will keep that very much in mind. Thank you for the warning." He inclined his helm to Axe. "I would like to keep from teleporting as much as possible, but it is the best way to get out of swatting distance quickly."
"Very much so," the smallest of the giants nodded seriously. "I doubt it will happen, but..."
"I'm always a single misfired synapse away from it once I'm grounded," Dai Atlas admitted. "That is metacycles away though. I'm no more unbalanced than normal until I start to show. Now ... did you have somewhere to be tonight?"
Titanus shook his helm, blue-black pseudo-hair shifting over his shoulder armor. "I've cleared my backlog of deliveries and I don't have anywhere to be for another two orns. My business transponder is set to 'frag off and I'll get to you when I'm good and ready', so no one I don't want to hear from will be able to reach me. Nowhere to be and no reasons to leave."
"Good," Dai Atlas rumbled and tipped Titanus' helm towards his for a molten kiss. "Because I want you in our berth and fully enjoy your frame."
The taller mech returned the kiss, responding with a deep, rumbling purr. "Sounds like fun." He was vaguely aware of Wing hopping off his shoulder with a warm trill, no doubt off to spread the news that not one but two new sparklings would be separating in less than a vorn.
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"Lover," Tradewinds purred as he pinned Wing against the wall of his apartment, his mouth on the smaller mech's and his hands moving eagerly down Wing's sleek frame.
"Hello there," Wing chirred, reaching around Tradewinds' side to slide his fingers into a wing seam. One footplate brushed lightly, teasingly, against the shuttle's shin.
Tradewinds moaned into their kiss, his wings flaring before pressing forward and fluttering. His spike extended between them, rubbing against Wing's groin plate wantonly.
The smaller white mech laughed, lifting one leg to wrap around Tradewinds' thigh. His valve cover slid open, Wing shifting his hips to rub against the shuttle's leg, smearing lubricant over white armor. As hot as they both were Tradewinds wasted no time in sinking into Wing fully, drawing a ragged moan from each of them.
Strong hips were soon driving into Wing, pressing him against the wall and up with each thrust.
Wing gripped Tradewinds' shoulders, bracing his back against the wall and wrapping both legs around the larger mech's hips, his own hips rolling into each thrust, taking the shuttle's spike in deeper and changing the angle slightly. Tilting his helm, the white jet nipped at the cables of his lover's neck, purring roughly, his mouth vibrating against the sensitive cabling.
Tradewinds' helm fell back in a combination of pleasure at the nipping kisses, offering his throat to his lover, and the roiling bliss that was building from his spike to surge through his circuits at random. It all felt so good. Once more he was reminded that he'd been right; Wing was worth the sacrifices to have him.
The smaller white mech's dentas closed lightly on an energon line, his valve rippling against Tradewinds' spike. Slender wings flared out against the wall, Wing's hands stroking over the planes of the shuttle's elegant wings. As wound up as he was, it was all it took to push Tradewinds over the edge with a bellow. His entire frame drove his spike as deep as it would go inside his lover as hot, thick transfluid rushed through it and into Wing.
Wing's hips bucked as Tradewinds' overload triggered his own, his valve clamping down on the shuttle's spike, milking out every last drop of transfluid. The jet keened against his lover's neck, fingers hooking into an armor seam, lightly catching in the circuitry underneath. They rode out the bliss together, enjoying every nanoklik before gradually sinking back to reality.
Tradewinds nuzzled his lover's neck before catching a kiss. "Feel like trying something new?"
Gold optics met blue, brightening curiously. "Something new? What did you have in mind?" He idly stroked the back of Tradewinds' neck, under the edge of his helm.
"Play with my spark chamber," the shuttle shivered in excitement.
White audial fins flared open. "Your spark chamber? How so?"
"Come to my berth and I'll open my chest," he leaned in for a kiss. "You touch, feel, get used to the idea."
Wing chuckled. "You're either going to have to wait for my legs to decide to cooperate again, or carry me to the berth." He unwrapped his legs and lowered his pedes back to the floor, latching onto Tradewinds' armor as he tried to get his balance.
"Which we both know you'll recover quickly," Tradewinds groaned as his spike slid free as it retracted. "But I'll hold you as long as you want me to," he leaned in for another kiss.
The smaller mech returned the kiss, purring warmly. Finally getting his balance back, he bounced in the direction of Tradewinds' berthroom, fluttering slender wings and giving the shuttle a "come hither" look over his shoulder. Tradewinds laughed and ran after him, catching up at the door and tackling Wing to roll with him onto the singularly exquisite berth to settle with Wing sprawled on top of Tradewinds' frame.
"My playful little jet," Tradewinds purred, stroking down Wing's sides.
Wing grinned brightly down at him, working his fingers into a seam along Tradewinds' side. Light fingertips brushed the edge of a relay, then discovered a sensor cluster. His lover moaned before catching Wing's black hands and drawing them to rest on the shuttle's abdominals.
Without a word Tradewinds unlocked his chest plates and slowly parted them. As the light in the room dimmed on command, the rich blue-purple of his spark light took over, playing across Wing's face and their white plating.
The smaller white mech went still for a long moment, just gazing at that blue-purple glow. Its light tinted his white armor, making his red trim look black. After a klik, he lifted a hand, gliding his fingertips lightly over the circuitry surrounding that bright spark. "Beautiful," he murmured.
Tradewinds vents hitched at that touch, the pleasure singing through his field while he struggled to regain control of his seized vocalizer.
Wing smiled down at him, leaning over to blow lightly over the exposed circuitry. Playful golden optics lifted to take in Tradewinds' reaction as lovely blue optics flickered. The shuttle trembled with a deep, resonant moan of exquisite pleasure.
"Yes, more..." Tradewinds barely kept himself from keening.
"As you wish," Wing purred, fluttering his wings. Light fingertips skimmed over the supporting systems, moving upward to brush feather-light over the spark chamber itself.
Tradewinds chest arched up, pressing the large faceted spherical crystal into Wing's fingers as the shuttle keened, his optics turning off in his ecstasy. Around Wing Tradewinds' field exploded with sensations that the young jet couldn't put designation to, other than good.
Wing watched with bright interest, stroking his fingers over the crystalline surface again. His fingertips traced the seams of the casing, along the lines where the casing opened as a spiral. He felt Tradewinds' vents gasp and stutter with each touch. The shuttle's field flared as he keened, lost in the sensations vibrated directly into his very life force.
Very gently Wing curled his fingers around his lover's spark casing, watching as threads of blue-purple energy flicked out to follow his fingers. He rubbed his palm against the crystal, feeling the faint prickle of energy even through the casing.
Tradewinds gasped and trembled, his entire frame locked in the intense pleasure of having his spark directly stimulated. Fingers curled randomly as energy caused him to spasm. "Wiiiinggg..."
The stunt jet's response was a purr that sent vibrations all through his frame. Including down his arm and hand, directly into Tradewinds' spark chamber. Wing's other hand lifted, brushing lightly over a particularly sensitive sensor relay node buried deep under the spark chamber.
Tradewinds screamed, his back arching to press hard into those hands as the overload turned his optics white and made his spark pulse hard to reach out and grab Wing's field, the closest thing to the jet's spark as it could reach.
Wing shifted slightly, keeping his balance as the larger shuttle's frame bucked under him. His golden optics were wide and bright, armor fluffed and fans whirring loudly. That had been quite a show. He watched as his lover sank off line as the overload loosened its grip on his frame, then automatic protocols began to close Tradewinds chest plates.
The white jet withdrew his hand after one last, lingering caress of the spark crystal. Purring softly, he waited for his lover's armor to close completely, then slid off, curling into Tradewinds' side and resting his helm on the shuttle's chest. Letting out a soft, contented hum, Wing followed Tradewinds into recharge.