Understood
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Chapter 47
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Tailgate was surprised to see the message.
I don't know if you remember me. My name is Skysight. We met on the Kaon Gorge cruise. My sister hired you as your date. Anyway, you said to call you if I ever needed someone. I could use someone. Where can I find you?
Peace through Tyranny,
Skysight
Tailgate did remember him—the depressed receiver-array from that cruise. And he quickly messaged back.
I'm working at the House of Red Curtains in Uravan Bridges now—no longer in Overdock where Replay found me. Did you wish to meet for business? Or were you just wanting to talk?
The message came back shortly.
Business
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Tailgate clutched at the covers of his berth, bent over face down with the tiny mech gripping his hips and pounding hard into him. Skysight was just as he remembered—something of a sadness in his optics, overcharged on high-grade, and frantically chasing an overload. And then suddenly he cried out, his movement stilling as yet another wave of electric pleasure coursed through his frame.
Tailgate squeezed back against the little spike inside of him, stretching out the overload as long as possible. And when it had finally played out, Skysight leaned down against Tailgate, kissing his neck and shoulders hungrily. "You're wonderful... so wonderful. I love you so much, Tailgate," he panted. And then he wriggled down beside him and kissed his mouth, his roving glossa flapping against Tailgate's own. He then pushed apart Tailgate's legs and was at it again, grinding hard into the red-painted mech.
And so it went on for two more overloads. Then he tapped Tailgate on the side. "On your back."
Tailgate obeyed, marveling at the tiny mech's stamina.
"I want your spike now."
Tailgate obliged and Skysight climbed on, perching atop the red mech. He opened his valve covers and then eased down onto the little-used spike. Five more overloads came of it, two of them Tailgate's, until at last the receiver array, finally sated, collapsed exhausted onto Tailgate's chest. "Tailgate, I love you. Tell me you love me too. Just tell me. I don't care if you mean it. Just tell me."
Tailgate stroked Skysight's false wings. It was rare that he serviced a mech smaller than himself, and there was something nice in the cuddling of a frame he could get his arms around. Perhaps that was what Cyclonus enjoyed in minibots, but to a greater degree. "I love you, little one," he whispered, his fingers exploring the plate-tips.
"Hold me."
Tailgate wrapped his arms around the receiver array, and they lay together in stillness, Skysight crying softly against Tailgate's chest.
"Thank you. Thank you so much, Tailgate."
They lay together for some time, the white, green and gold mech soon dropping into recharge. And when his purchased time ran out, Tailgate woke him gently.
"Tailgate, we're going on the Kaon Gorge cruise again. Would you like to come with me? It would be about the same arrangement as before," Skysight asked as he wiped himself up.
"Your siblings wouldn't mind if you hired me?"
"I found you first this time," he giggled.
Tailgate thought again of his time with Skysight's family, and how much he had enjoyed it, and just how beautiful it had all been. At this point he'd given up on ever making the cruise with Swerve. "I'd like to go."
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"Understood" continues in Chapter 48
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Author Note:
So far I've not gotten much feedback on this story—is anyone enjoying this? Is it boring? Is it uncomfortable? Am I wasting my time with it? Is it just that no one here is into the IDW side of the fandom? Am I too slow in putting out the chapters? Send me a PM please (rather than a review/comment).