Pairing: RID Drift/Sideswipe
Rating: Explicit
Details/Themes: Secret admirer, masturbation, stalking (kind of), object insertion
Requested by Wiki
The hilt of his sword breached his valve and was pushed until the handle was almost invisible. Sideswipe let out a silent gasp as the ridges ran across his sensors nicely. As he pushed it in and out at a steady pace, he stared dreamily at his teammate.
Drift gave grunts and shouts as he wielded his weapons with such grace, cutting off the dummy's head flawlessly as he practiced new maneuvers he was preparing to use in battle in the distant future. He had no idea that he was being watched, his moves studied though not with the normal intent. Sideswipe preferred it stay that way as he doubted the samurai would approve of his sinful surveillance.
He would love to see how rough Drift would be in berth, how powerful his movements would ram him senseless. It seemed impossible for Drift to frag a mech due to his so-called morals of chastity but if he ever did, Sideswipe wanted to be the first to experience it. It was a bummer he couldn't play with the samurai. He could show the mech a great time and Drift would finally get a decent break, one in which he could release all his pent up anger and stress directly into the red mech absolutely free.
Sideswipe could imagine what the samurai was capable of. It made him longing for Drift to a point where he was following the master everywhere and finding new ways to pleasure himself to the evasive ex-Decepticon. That was another thing. Sideswipe wanted to know more about Deadlock. Did Drift have personality shifts occasionally where Deadlock would come out to play? What if Deadlock was what Drift turned into in berth and was the one to ravage him to multiple overloads? So many questions he wanted answers to but it appeared they weren't going to be solved any time soon.
That was unfortunate but as he continued to observe Drift, he could believe the long the wait, the sweeter the encounter would be. Sideswipe clenched his thighs together as one node was tripped in the far back of his valve, making him bite his bottom lip so he couldn't let out a moan of pleasure. He stared down at the sword handle as dipped inside again shakily, visualizing it was Drift's spike penetrating him.
He could accept not being able to have what he wanted but he could dream. He pushed in two digits alongside the intrusion and his vision grew hazy despite refocusing on the samurai who killed another dummy with precision and force. Such brutality, even Sideswipe could admire it. He timed the swipes of the sword with his thrusts and rocked against the wall he was positioned on as he grew heated with desire.
He covered his mouth quickly as an overload hit him, his valve spasming around the hilt of the weapon. It may not have been the real deal, but it would have to do. He could recognize this was his poison that would surely kill him. He wanted Drift but could not have him. These small moments of watching were all he had the courage to do. It was agony but bliss. One day, that will change.
AN: Considering Sideswipe's mannerisms, I find it hard to believe he wouldn't do this at one point in his lifespan. Drift letting his old persona Deadlock out during interface would be an interesting concept to write about...but I'm lazy.