Understood
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Chapter 15
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Tailgate found himself thinking often of the big purple Decepticon, of large hands on his frame, of an unusually long glossa probing into places most mechs couldn't reach, of an unexpectedly light frame pressed against his, of a deep rumbling voice that cared nothing if it sounded pleasant or rough. And he thought often of him when with his clients, imagining it was Cyclonus he was pleasing instead of some nameless Decepticon grunt.
"This is bad," he sighed to himself one afternoon as he polished himself in preparation to walk Seventh Cycle Street with Swerve. "Why do I keep thinking about him? I'm as bad as Gamma with her hots for that hitman. Well, maybe not quite that bad. She was ready to die for him."
"Because he treats us decently, pays well, and has a nice frame to boot," answered Swerve, working on his own finish. "He even gave you his name and exchanged private comm' frequencies."
"We're not supposed to grow attached though," Tailgate reasoned. "This is just a job, servicing a bunch of faceless mechs. If we happen to overload now and then, well that's nice but it's not required. But he always makes sure I do—at least once. It's usually better if we don't, right?"
"Yeah. Besides, we both know this is temporary. We'll get real jobs at some point and we can go back to life being something sorta normal. Someone was saying they might be opening up a munitions plant in the West Kaon district next meta-cycle."
"If I do get a decent job, I still might sell myself to him on the side though..." Tailgate sighed.
Swerve smacked him playfully with his polishing cloth. "Come on. You look great. Let's get out there. And maybe your boyfriend will be around tonight."
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"Understood" continues in Chapter 16
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Rating goes up in the next chapter. Expect mild stickiness and suggested violence.
Thank you!
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