Understood
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Chapter 7
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The purple Decepticon was on the prowl again, a gleam in his optics. The various streetwalkers straightened and smiled, some moving into brighter light, each hoping to catch his eye. A few even were brazen enough to wave a greeting at him. A spindly red flightframe was the first to receive any interest, and they talked for a while, at least until the red mech invited him to touch his frame, which he did. And liking what he felt he jerked the mech against his broad chest and whispered something into his audials. The two then made off for one of the apartment buildings, the red mech leading the purple one along with a smile.
Swerve had seen the whole exchange from where he sat inside of the Swinging Gate Tavern, having a drink with a client before heading upstairs. Tailgate had gotten lucky early and was off with a young Decepticon recruit for three cycles, the newbie enjoying the pleasures his soldiering wages could purchase.
Swerve sent Tailgate a message as his own client began suggesting things he'd like to try with the red and white minibot, whispering them into an audial, his hands beneath the counter pawing seams. ::Scary-plates was out here. He and Fastfire went off to one of the residentials.::
::Oh? Oh well. Lucky Fastfire.::
::Yeah. Oh well. Gotta go now. Hands here is finally getting serious.::
::Have fun. Be safe.::
::I will.::
Tailgate was glad his mask was up so his customer couldn't see his disappointment. He'd had two transactions with the purple Decepticon so far, and both had gone unusually well. The old warrior was experienced, comfortable, generous, and as always unexpectedly gentle, rather the opposite of the mech clanging him right now. He was sure there would be a set of finger-shaped dents across each of his thighs once this was over. Though a few dents were nothing compared to what could happen.
He thought of the big purple mech, wondering what he'd seen in Fastfire. Fastfire was nothing like the minibots he seemed to prefer. The Puppycon behind him suddenly slipped free of his valve, misjudging his depth, and managed to poke the rim of his valve with his hard spike. "Ow!" Tailgate exclaimed.
The other mech moaned with equal discomfort. "Sorry..."
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"Understood" continues in Chapter 8
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