Understood
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Chapter 46
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"Look, just pick one already," huffed the black-plated mech. A Decepticon brand edged in silver as Cyclonus' was marked his high rank. The sleek, expensive styling of his chassis marked his even higher social rank.
"Do I really have to? This isn't really necessary. I'm sure I'll be able to figure out what to do on my own," answered the mech next to him—nearly his twin, save for the orange enhancing the black and the distinct lack of any Decepticon markings or weaponry.
The black mech huffed. "I'm not having any son of mine disappointing his intended on their bonding night. Either you choose one, or I'll choose one for you," came the ultimatum.
"Fine.. .fine" The black and orange mech looked down at the available boarders for the umpteenth time.
"They're all the same, but they all know what to do," hissed his sire through a tightly held jaw.
The younger mech shrugged. "Fine. I'll take..." he looked around again at the nine boarders on the floor below. Gloss had called down every available employee to put himself or herself on display. "I'll take the little one with the visor," he answered unenthusiastically.
"Really?" asked the black noblemech.
The black and orange one smirked. "You just said that they were all the same, so yes, really." He beckoned to Tailgate, waving the small mech up.
A great sigh was heaved. Gloss swooped in for damage control. "Tailgate here may not look like much, but he's sweet and intelligent and very patient."
Tailgate was called up and handed a contract key, but the noblemech insisted on instructing Tailgate personally. "This petulant sparkling of mine needs to be educated on how to entertain in the berth. I don't need the embarrassment of his bondmate finding out he's a clueless virgin and reporting it back to me."
"I might be a virgin but I'm not clueless and I'm not stupid, either," huffed the bride-to-be.
"Hush!" The mech turned back to Tailgate, who was standing there feeling rather awkward. It was obvious that his selection had been made with a touch of malice. "Now I want you to make sure he's thoroughly instructed on entertaining in the berth, and that he knows full well how to use both his spike and valve."
"You're embarrassing me," said the black and orange mech through clenched denta.
"You bring it upon yourself."
Gloss began to herd Tailgate and the guest toward the elevator. Tailgate will perform admirably," he said enthusiastically. "Now lets go have a drink together... compliments of the house."
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In Tailgate's room, the black and orange mech plopped down into a chair. "I don't need you to teach me," he stated standoffishly. "I already know what to do. So whatever. I'm just going to get a bit of recharge while and you can do whatever you want. How long did my sire book you for?"
"A full three cycles. But there is more to it than just connecting your equipment."
"I'm sure."
Tailgate stared at the guest. He was quite handsome, and certainly no sparkling. The frame—not a seeker but definitely a volitant of some kind—was in gorgeous condition. "Why don't you want to learn?" asked Tailgate, sitting down on the berth. "Interfacing is very pleasant when done right."
"I'm sure."
"I'm trying to do my job."
The mech stood and snorted. "Well you don't have to. I'm just going to get some recharge and you can to, or whatever. And then I'll go back downstairs and we'll tell my sire that you were a good teacher and that I know everything now."
Tailgate sighed. "I'm... I'm supposed to spike you, and teach you to spike as well. It's in the contract. If I don't, and if anyone ever finds out, I could lose my job here."
The mech grunted. "Why can't you just lie about it?" He approached the berth.
"Could I at least show you a few things? Maybe you'll find a bit of courage and maybe you'll want to go further."
"Courage?!" The mech walked to the window, laughing all the way. "You think I'm scared to 'face?" he asked incredulously. "I'm not afraid of anything. Not even that stupid sire of mine."
"Well then why are you so resistant?"
"What do you care?"
"I... I know I shouldn't care but I kinda do. It's a bad habit of mine."
"You? A pleasurebot for hire?"
Tailgate looked embarrassed. "I know. My sensitivity gets me in trouble sometimes."
The mech walked back over to the berth. "You are a cute little thing. I suppose being soft-hearted is good for business."
"Sometimes. Depends on the client."
"I supposed you've 'faced hundreds of 'em."
"Yeah."
"Do you like being a pleasurebot?"
"I... I guess."
The mech sat down next to him.
"Could I at least show you a few things? So then if you get questioned, I won't get in trouble? I don't even have to touch you. If you want, you don't even have to open up," Tailgate suggested hopefully. This approach had worked with shy mechs in the past.
The golden optics turned to Tailgate. "I suppose it would be all right."
"What's your name?"
"Stormwing."
"That's a nice name. Strong and beautiful."
"Thanks. It's awfully common though. I meet a lot of Stormwing's out there."
"Doesn't make it any less common or any less beautiful."
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Tailgate sat on the berth waiting for Stormwing to regain consciousness. The jet's third overload had been an intense one and had knocked black and orange mech offline. And when Stormwing's optics flickered back on, Tailgate smiled. "Welcome back," he giggled.
"What happened? Did I pass out?"
"Yeah. Happens with a stronger overload."
"I thought it was just a joke people teased about. You mean I can actually go offline?"
"You can and did... but it wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No."
Tailgate stroked Stormwing's arm. "And it's nothing to be ashamed of. Though that's why they always give us prostitutes such a hard time about stealing from clients. They end up in a pretty vulnerable position if they do."
"I see."
"Now? Do you want to try making me overload? You're welcome to touch me however you want."
"Will you pass out if you do?"
"If I'm lucky that you've been paying attention, there's a good chance I might."
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Stormwing spooned with Tailgate upon the berth, the larger mech experimentally kissing at the plates and cables of the smaller one's neck. "My father had gotten me a courier job... I wasn't officially part of the army, but a contractor for it. I kept bumping into Shock whenever I ran things to his base. He was just a gate guard, but he was about my age and had nearly the same colors as myself, and he always had a smile for me. When I found out his unit was being sent to Flarix Station, I gave him my comm' frequency and he promised to stay in touch."
Stormwing sighed deeply. "We did stay in touch. And... well... I dunno. I guess we really started to like each other. Suddenly I couldn't wait to get his messages. And then we kinda flirted. And then... things turned romantic." Stormwing forced himself to laugh. "Shock could be very romantic at times. Pretty surprising for an army grounder. I mean we never thought it would come to anything. We're both quite young and he's just one of thousands of nobodies in Megatron's army. And me... well, you saw my father. I'm surprised he didn't tell you his title. Any of his titles." Stormwing found his attentions were no longer eliciting the same pleasurable shudders as they had been, so he moved on to the promising looking territory in Tailgate's inner-shoulder, and soon he had Tailgate gasping and panting satisfactorily.
"I guess we got pretty serious, because he told me eventually that he wanted me to be his first interface," Stormwing confessed. "That he wanted me to show him how. But I'd never interfaced either. Somehow I thought the soldiers were doing it all the time. And he thought that as some noblemech I'd have had plenty of lovers and would be thoroughly experienced. We laughed about being all clueless and shy and awkward together, but somehow we both wanted it all the more because of that."
"So then my parents find a suitable mate for me—one of my father's junior officers who's also from an important family. And it's not that this bothers me that much. I mean, I always knew it was going to happen. And Shock always knew it was going to happen. But here's the catch. I'm to be bonded in about three deca-cycles. Shock actually got some leave, and he's going to be back here on Cybertron in about ten days." Stormwing gave another laugh—this one indicating some embarrassment.
"That's so sweet," Tailgate purred. The young mech's fingers dropped to his abdomen and were rubbing the flex-seams in such a way that Tailgate's sensornet began charging.
"But then my parents also decide that I shouldn't be getting bonded without some experience in the berth first. They tried throwing a few of their friends in my path, but I didn't take the bait. Then they just blatantly sent one of their servants to do the deed, but I threw him out. They're always so worried about me. I can take care of myself perfectly fine." The fingers traced a perfect circle just above Tailgate's hip fairing. "Well, okay, I was wrong about that thing with one going unconscious from overloading, but I'm sure I would have figured that out on my own."
"Do your parents know about Shock?"
"No. He and I have kept our relationship a secret. It's not like we'll ever be together, except for this. We'll have half an orn together, and then never see each other again. But at least we'll have that. And being the first interface for both of us, it was going to give us something to remember forever. No offense, but I don't want to loose my virginity to some prostitute."
"I understand. And I think it's wonderful that you and Shock will have this one night together."
"Three nights. I'm supposedly 'going hunting with friends' for four days." Stormwing's hand dropped to caress the join of Tailgate's thigh and hip assembly, Tailgate gasping wildly.
"It feels good there?"
"Very."
"I guess you were right. There is a lot more to 'facing than just connecting one's equipment." His fingertips tried the other side. "Thank you for showing me."
"You're going to make Shock's circuits sizzle."
Stormwing chuckled. "It's going to be wonderful four days to remember."
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"Understood" continues in Chapter 47
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