Pairing: TFA Blitzwing/Lugnut
Rating: Explicit
Details/Themes: Referenced cheating, rough sex, submissive kink
Requested by EpicFireStorm
Blitzwing panted as he held onto the console, his chest scraping against the buttons. His faces occasionally swapped to accommodate the multiple different feelings each personality was experiencing. Transfluid dripped from the overstuffed valve onto the mine floor as Icy moaned under desperate bliss. Then Hothead took over when one particular jab against a deep sensory node made his frame rattle. The red-faced persona grunted with clenched denta, pushing backwards to meet the thrusts. Finally, Random appeared and began to emit a strained laugh, his abnormally long glossa hanging out of his mouth like a dog.
On the other end, Lugnut huffed like a bull. He growled as he placed his body directly over Blitzwing's to dwarf him while using his arms to keep him from crushing the submissive mech below. He was determined more so than ever to reach his completion.
Strika wouldn't like him fooling around with another mech, much less another Decepticon but Blitzwing had always taunted him with gestures and innuendo for stellar cycles. He wanted to make the triple changer regret it, make him shut up mostly. He knew Blitzwing just wanted to see him lose control and it was only a matter of time under pressure that he would. He was supposed to be forever loyal to Strika but Blitzwing proved he had a weakness for him. His weakness was seeing mech's powerless against him, more so in battle but the berth worked just as well. Blitzwing played to it by taunting his curvy aft towards Lugnut's direction and pretending to be in a vulnerable situation where if Lugnut wanted to, he could jump Blitzwing and the latter wouldn't be able to stop him.
Life was just a cruel game to Blitzwing but the rewards were what kept him playing. Lugnut would admit as much of an annoyance as he was, the triple changer gained his rewards well at the expense of others' reputations and oaths. Lugnut knew how wrong it was to give into the sin that was Blitzwing but sin never felt so good.
"Ha…haha…ha-oh, dear Lugnut, what would your consort say?"
Lugnut grimaced at the reminder that he was in fact betraying his Strika with this mad mech but he continued to grind himself into the tight entrance while absorbing the sweet sounds his teammate with absurd benefits made.
"Silence, Blitzwing! You will not tell her of this! This-this is just…business."
The icy persona came forth as Blitzwing grasped the edge of his valve to spread it wider, transfluid pushed outward seeping between and over his digits. "Of course, we wouldn't want any more discourse amongst Lord Megatron's ranks, but I wonder how far you are willing to go to keep us from slipping."
Lugnut slowed a bit to process that question but he snarled and gave such a sharp jab to an interior node that Blitzwing came instantly, screaming out his partner's name while Lugnut gritted his jaws together from the pressure the valve was creating. Everything tightened around his spike and he closed his optics, spilling his load deep within the triple changer. He gave a few more quick thrusts to milk the good feeling before Blitzwing slumped against the console compressing several buttons in the process which caused the screen to lighten and give an error message.
Still keeping himself upright with shaky servos, Lugnut hissed beside Blitzwing's audio receptors, "It was only supposed to be tonight we would do this. Do not force me to make you regret this."
Lugnut pulled out with semi-clear strands of excess transfluids attached to his spike while the rest ran down Blitzwing's legs. The bomber growled at the mess and cleaned himself up, but his teammate did nothing and still laid there content.
Instantly Blitzwing began to pronounce a deadly smirk, not with Random but with Icy's usually stoic faceplates. "Don't worry, Lugnut, I have a feeling you and I will be here again. After all, Strika is very far away and that pent up frustration is bound to be hard on the processor. If you ever need an outlet, you know where to find me."
Lugnut groaned silently as he felt the heat of his groin perk up again at the thought but shook his helm angrily. By the time Blitzwing was up and examining the remains of their rut, he was gone.
AN: Slutty, slutty Blitzwing. I'm kind of surprised this is a rare pair but there actually aren't many fics of these two and you would think there would be considering you can literally feel the tension every time they are onscreen together. Maybe I'm not looking in the right place but yeah, surprising but I'm here, of course, to change all that.