Hunting down an Autobot was hard enough. Hunting down the likes of Cliffjumper was antagonizing. The mech was boisterous yet extremely hard to find which didn't seem like a possible combination, yet here he was.
The canyons Earth had been winding and unyielding tracking a red Dodge Challenger with horns which one would think would be easy flying over said canyons, yet that wasn't the case. A few Eradicon flyers navigated through the canyon trying to spot cherry red in a dark orange area. It should have been easy, but it wasn't. Jetline was frustrated to the point of his blood bubbling.
"How hard is it to find an Autobot?!"
His fellow Eradicons didn't answer, and it was best that they didn't because he was very close to turning on them with his anger.
Just then, he spotted a brief spot of red between the rocks in the shape of a sports car. He growled, "There you are. Get him!"
His Eradicons dived alongside him, firing as they went and as soon as the vehicle was in sight, they knew they had him. Cliffjumper started maneuvering out of the way of blasts hitting the asphalt. He went into a tunnel and the team followed. But to Jetline's dismay, one of the Eradicons behind him nicked the walls of the tunnel and was forced to spin, hitting the others down and crashing onto the road. It left Jetline the only Eradicon left much to the leader's annoyance.
"Idiots!"
He wouldn't let Cliffjumper out of his sight and when the tunnel ended, he zoomed out to the side along the edge of the cliffs before flying ahead just enough to pull a sudden 90-degree turn. He knew the Autobot didn't expect it as he had enough time to hit the Autobot and both went tumbling off the road in between two formations. A small ravine lost its flowing water as they transformed among their fight. Jetline finally caught him, and they rolled until he pinned the red Autobot with a growl. Cliffjumper held up his servos as the Eradicon gripped his chest plates.
"Got you, you son of a-"
"Cool, so now what's what the next step of your master plan?" Cliffjumper smugly remarked.
The question threw the Eradicon off, and he fell silent. He was so focused on catching Cliffjumper that now he didn't know what to do with him. The best choice was to lug him to Starscream but that would force the Autobot to retaliate, and he preferred him right where he was currently.
Cliffjumper gave him a thoughtful tilt of the head which he mimicked instinctively trying to understand what was going on in the Autobot's processor. Was it mockery? Was he ridiculing his inability to plan a capture correctly? Was it-?
"I expected a kiss by now. I guess without a mouth that's a bit hard but normally, people do things when they have me below them," the red mech smirked.
Jetline's processor broke down as he heard that. He peered lower and saw his crotch plating nearly touching Cliffjumper's. He almost stood up, but it took him this long to get the Autobot; he wasn't going to let go now. When he tried to move to at least get a better grip, he heard Cliffjumper grunt and felt his interface panel directly on the bot's.
The sound was off-putting, certainly not what he heard daily if anything. Jetline was confused on why this Autobot wasn't taking the opportunity to run or punch him or do something to get away. It was the perfect setup with Jetline starting to grow anxious, yet the Autobot remained unmoved aside from him accidentally rubbing against the other and making those curious noises. It was almost like he wanted to be caught.
Jetline thought hard on what to do but the more he tried, the less reasoning he could create for himself for the situation at hand to exist. There was no rhyme or reason, just that things happened. If Cliffjumper was going to joke about it, maybe it was time to give the mech the taste of his own medicine.
The Eradicon pinned Cliffjumper's arms, to the latter's surprise, and purred, "Then let's do things, Autobot."
He could tell Cliffjumper hadn't planned for him to be down with the joke of interface, and now he had the cocky Autobot as red in the face as his armor. Leaning down to be between the legs of his captive, he started grinding himself against the reluctant yet turned on mech.
"You haven't spoken in a while. Where's all that bravado gone to?"
Cliffjumper bit back, "I'm just waiting for the fun to start. But if you want to hear me, Con, you're going to have to try harder."
Jetline did. He started dry humping the Autobot just to get Cliffjumper needy. His interface protocols went nuts and tried auto-retracting, but he refused, not wanting to reveal himself just yet to his enemy. Cliffjumper, however, wanted more and the Eradicon was surprised as both his valve and spike were exposed for him. His panel hit the mesh which earned him a moan from the Autobot, and he almost stopped to savor the sound.
"Do you want this? Do you want me, Autobot?"
"Don't know. It's kind of hard to decide when I haven't even been offered a test drive," Cliffjumper smirked.
"I'll teach you to bite that glossa of yours."
"Then start teaching, baby."
If that's what Cliffjumper wanted, that was exactly what he was going to get.
Jetline reached low to finger the Autobot's opening. He grew amused at the wanton grin Cliffjumper supported. He knew it was a mockery, but it fit the cowboy personality the other had. His claws slipped a few times on purpose to nick the protoform to remind the arrogant mech of his place, but he was surprised to find it merely turned Cliffjumper on.
"Is that all you got, Con?"
Growling, the Eradicon pushed his fingers deep and leaned over Cliffjumper possessively. "You wretched whore of an Autobot. This was all a game to you since the beginning, wasn't it?"
The red mech winced before a moan escaped his lips. He still kept his signature grin despite the rough treatment. "I think you're giving me too much credit there, buddy, I'm just enjoying the fun while it lasts as I always do."
Jetline let out his spike, maneuvering to straddle Cliffjumper's leg and trapping his digits between the valve it tortured and his own leg. He liked seeing the Autobot so unsure but submissive, all talk and no bite. He aligned his spike to the metal thigh and rubbed against the shiny cherry red he sought to taint. The motion, in turn, pressed his leg to pump his digits into the valve. He leaned over his enemy again with his free servo next to his helm wanting to watch him as he unraveled.
Cliffjumper made the sweetest sounds as Jetline's motions intensified. The valve became slick and greedy as the Vehicon's spike loved the sensation of being pressed between an abdomen and a thigh, rocking back and forth to a domineering rut. His vents strained as he found the encounter erotic, and he knew the feeling was mutual. Cliffjumper actually shut up for more than a minute.
Grinding himself carnally, Jetline added his last digit to the needy valve, and it became a fist. He expected Cliffjumper to cry out in pain but to his surprise, the horny bastard liked it! When the red mech began pushing himself to meet the thrust of his arm and thigh in tandem, Jetline was in awe of the desperation. Even previous partners weren't this lustful. He had to wonder if base life with the Autobots was rather boring or not satisfying enough to warrant such primal desire.
In a way, Jetline was intoxicated by the abnormal behavior. He wanted more the same as Cliffjumper wanted to be broken into. His dry humping ceased at the height of his horniness, and he tore out his fist much to the Autobot's distaste until he realigned his spike into the opening that wanted someone to fill it so bad.
He didn't waste any time thrusting into the warmth of the slick valve. Cliffjumper bit his lip which Jetline found cute. Too bad he didn't have a mouth too, but the Vehicon compensated by placing his lubricant-stained digits past those tight lips to put them to better use. He growled victoriously at the state of Cliffjumper. Once a proud, arrogant jackass now a pretty bitch bending to his whim. He kind of missed the backtalk...
Cliffjumper made a particular sucking motion that nearly stopped Jetline cold, a shiver running down his spinal strut kind of wishing he got a blow job to start instead. When his enemy noticed his pause, he was very determined to whip that grin off his face.
"What's wrong, champ, can't take the heat?" Cliffjumper chuckled.
The Vehicon snarled, "Next time, I'll take that voice out when I make you choke on it."
"Don't tease me with a good time now."
Jetline replied by turning Cliffjumper to be face first partially into the ravine they obstructed, water splashing everywhere but not cool enough to tame the heat. He began pounding mercilessly into the tight valve with one servo on the mech's neck and the other on the tire attached to his hip. Seeing Cliffjumper looking up at him from a side view, the only thing he could manage as he was being taken, had the Vehicon lusting for him even more. This was where the Autobot deserved to be, beneath him spread out for him to take.
Jetline then looked down to make sure he was going down to the hilt, spark thrumming as everything became pure bliss being engulfed. In and out repeatedly, lubricant running down the red mech's leg into the water was a sight to behold indeed. He reached over to pump Cliffjumper's spike out of instinct.
"Ah! Mmph! Not b-bad, Con..."
"Mine," Jetline growled back, his thrusts becoming erratic.
He was close, so close and he was going to make sure the Autobot would be filled to the brim with his fluids as a reminder of this encounter for all eternity. Every one of his teammates would know he was taken. When Cliffjumper began grinding back, he definitely knew he wouldn't last a minute longer as his charge was at a breaking point watching his enemy submit.
Vents strained to the max, Jetline let out a tense cry, claws threatening to pop the tires he gripped among Cliffjumper's hips as he overloaded. Cliffjumper nuzzled into the ground uncaring about his face getting wet as he moaned and succumbed to the pleasure as well.
A claw then swiped at his shoulder as Jetline laughed, "How's that for a master plan?"
Cliffjumper was still pressed against the Decepticon, feeling full as the spike stayed sheathed in his heat. When Jetline didn't get a reply, he grinded himself just to get a reaction at least. Then the Autobot finally retorted.
"You keep doing that, you're going to have to be up for another round."
Jetline paused before grabbing the Autobot's waist and leaning to whisper in his audio receptor, "I think I can do that."
AN: You mess with the bull, you get its dick, Cliffjumper. Meanwhile, Jetline's crew is trapped in a canyon listening to those moans wondering what's happening. I don't remember if I said Cliffjumper was next or someone else but I decided to post this. I will try to remember to post Bulkhead's next...but I suck at promises now, don't I?