Interlude#1: Twins; Creation Myth (Human Series)
Interlude #1
Twins; Creation Myth
Notes: I've been too busy with the upcoming holiday to write anything that I would actually call long enough to be part of the series, but I still want to have some fun! So in the interest of my own amusement, I'm going to post a few short interludes for all our favorite pairings, set within the 'Human Series' universe. Let's start with our favorite good n' evil Twins, shall we?
~~*~~
It had been a long, long time, longer than Sideswipe cared to consider, since they'd done anything so...domestic. For a being on work detail it had been gratifying to do something as simple as paint, letting his processors wind down and enjoy the easy rhythm of the brush, making these quarters into a home, if not for him than for someone he cared about, at least. Sam's pleasure had warmed Sideswipe in a way that he hadn't even been aware that he needed until he'd been filled with the boy's sweet delight, his easy and uncomplicated emotions plain for anyone to see.
Leaning against the wall, Sideswipe watched his brother paint and thought ruefully that easy and uncomplicated were never going to be words that described his life.
For all that, he took a moment to simply enjoy watching, the light, flickering brushstrokes that transformed the plain wall into art, each detail caught with such exquisite care that Sideswipe had often thought when he looked at his brother's work that it might be possible to step into the picture, into that life. A sunset, the colors woven together with so much skill that it seemed warmth should fill the room. A waterfall from a long-dead world, recreated in pigments and so lifelike that it was only missing the liquid, roaring thunder of the cascade. Even the abstracts, the harrowing images that spoke of the darkness in Sunstreaker's spark were so vivid as to incite nightmares in unwary mechs, or they had years ago, before a war had shown them all true horrors.
There was no questioning Sunstreaker was talented and it was only soured when a mech realized that Sunstreaker knew just how talented he really was as well.
It didn't matter, had long since ceased to spoil Sunstreaker's art for him. Right now, Sideswipe was taking his pleasure in watching the picture slowly form; the birth of a creation. Tempting as it was to tell Sunstreaker just how good his most recent piece was, Sideswipe knew his brother's reaction wouldn't be one of pleasure. Bitterness, perhaps, about his talents reduced to family portraits, or possibly worse and it wouldn't be the first time Sunstreaker had destroyed one of his own paintings in a fit of pique, and back then he'd had less reason.
Instead, Sideswipe shifted his feet, deliberately, drawing Sunstreaker's distracted attention. "Come on, we're off shift."
"Just a few more minutes," Sunstreaker said absently, another bare flicker of his brush against the wall, minuscule changes that nonetheless perfected his work. "I'm almost done. Go on without me."
Ah. Yes. Leave Sunstreaker alone in Sam's new quarters; Sam, who Sunstreaker seemed to have mixed feelings for, at best. Sam who was not only Bumblebee's partner but had on more than one occasion had his very human hands on both of them.
And Sunstreaker wanted to be alone here. Right.
Optimus hadn't expressly told Sideswipe to keep an eye on his twin but somehow, going on his merry way while Sunstreaker stayed behind seemed like a phenomenally bad idea.
"I can wait for you," Sideswipe said with careful casualness, settling down to sit on the floor.
Not that he could hide his throb of concern from his twin, especially not now, their sparks so brilliantly attuned to each other in the aftermath of their interfacing. "You aren't on babysitting duty," Sunstreaker said dryly. "I'll behave."
There wasn't a hint in the link between them that Sunstreaker was anything less than sincere, but then, he'd always been the better liar. "Do you ever behave?"
A moment of perfect stillness, and then Sideswipe could only watch with growing wariness as Sunstreaker set his brush carefully aside, taking the time to swirl it through the cleansing solution before he turned to face his twin, the deep glowing blue of his optics cutting through the growing dimness. Night was falling outside, the light through the skylights was dusky and thin, and Sideswipe watched mutely as his brother crawled towards him with easy, sinuous grace.
"No," Sunstreaker murmured, without a hint of irony, the hot rush of vented air sweeping over Sideswipe's faceplates. "That's why I have you."
The press of their lips together as mechs was as strange as it was arousing, the slick taste of their lubricants instead of saliva, and Sideswipe couldn't help a soft whimper, his vocalizer stuttering against a sudden rush of need.
With a shove, he pushed Sunstreaker down, dimly heard the thick metal squeal of their armor scraping together and for once, his brother didn't protest the damage to his finish, only smirked up at him. "You can't fuck me like this."
True enough; the things he wanted, needed to do he couldn't manage as a mech. The Decepticons thought that holos were a perversion, a corruption of their true form that was punishable by death and sometimes Sideswipe wondered if they weren't just a little correct. It was a perversion but pushing his focus into one, feeling his brother's form beneath his own and already on his knees...it stirred a need in Sideswipe that could only be filled with this.
Bending his brother beneath him, feeling cool, bare skin against his own and Sideswipe didn't have to wait for anything as basic as preparation, simply spread Sunstreaker out and took. Took his body, the tight flesh clenching around his cock like bliss, took the sweet, choked cries that his brother gave him, little whimpers that spoke of equal parts pain and pleasure.
Sideswipe ran soothing hands down the silky pale skin of Sunstreaker's back, closed his eyes against his own rush of gratification as his brother let him, let him do more than simply fuck him, take him. Let Sideswipe stroke him, all the implied emotions in those gentle touches sweeping over them both. On their knees in a home that wasn't their own, Sideswipe took his twin, his other half, and everything he'd ever wanted was right here, now, just within his reach.
Slow, careful thrusts into the tight clasp of Sunstreaker's body, Sideswipe rocking into him with gentleness that was rarely allowed, until Sunstreaker was cursing him, squirming with desperation and finally he quickened the pace, reaching beneath his brother's hip to palm his cock in a firm grip, rubbing his thumb over the slick head just to hear his brother gasp.
They were both close, riding the razor edge of climax and when Sunstreaker stiffened against him, his moan slipping free from between gritted teeth, Sideswipe followed, holding his brother tightly enough to cause a bruise reaction in his receptors.
I love you, he sent, helplessly, felt the faint echo brush against him before Sunstreaker closed him out, letting only the barest trickle of emotion stream through their link as the two of them collapsing together in a slick heap but it was enough.
It would have to be enough.
-finis-
Read Next Interlude
Read The Human Series
Twins; Creation Myth
Notes: I've been too busy with the upcoming holiday to write anything that I would actually call long enough to be part of the series, but I still want to have some fun! So in the interest of my own amusement, I'm going to post a few short interludes for all our favorite pairings, set within the 'Human Series' universe. Let's start with our favorite good n' evil Twins, shall we?
~~*~~
It had been a long, long time, longer than Sideswipe cared to consider, since they'd done anything so...domestic. For a being on work detail it had been gratifying to do something as simple as paint, letting his processors wind down and enjoy the easy rhythm of the brush, making these quarters into a home, if not for him than for someone he cared about, at least. Sam's pleasure had warmed Sideswipe in a way that he hadn't even been aware that he needed until he'd been filled with the boy's sweet delight, his easy and uncomplicated emotions plain for anyone to see.
Leaning against the wall, Sideswipe watched his brother paint and thought ruefully that easy and uncomplicated were never going to be words that described his life.
For all that, he took a moment to simply enjoy watching, the light, flickering brushstrokes that transformed the plain wall into art, each detail caught with such exquisite care that Sideswipe had often thought when he looked at his brother's work that it might be possible to step into the picture, into that life. A sunset, the colors woven together with so much skill that it seemed warmth should fill the room. A waterfall from a long-dead world, recreated in pigments and so lifelike that it was only missing the liquid, roaring thunder of the cascade. Even the abstracts, the harrowing images that spoke of the darkness in Sunstreaker's spark were so vivid as to incite nightmares in unwary mechs, or they had years ago, before a war had shown them all true horrors.
There was no questioning Sunstreaker was talented and it was only soured when a mech realized that Sunstreaker knew just how talented he really was as well.
It didn't matter, had long since ceased to spoil Sunstreaker's art for him. Right now, Sideswipe was taking his pleasure in watching the picture slowly form; the birth of a creation. Tempting as it was to tell Sunstreaker just how good his most recent piece was, Sideswipe knew his brother's reaction wouldn't be one of pleasure. Bitterness, perhaps, about his talents reduced to family portraits, or possibly worse and it wouldn't be the first time Sunstreaker had destroyed one of his own paintings in a fit of pique, and back then he'd had less reason.
Instead, Sideswipe shifted his feet, deliberately, drawing Sunstreaker's distracted attention. "Come on, we're off shift."
"Just a few more minutes," Sunstreaker said absently, another bare flicker of his brush against the wall, minuscule changes that nonetheless perfected his work. "I'm almost done. Go on without me."
Ah. Yes. Leave Sunstreaker alone in Sam's new quarters; Sam, who Sunstreaker seemed to have mixed feelings for, at best. Sam who was not only Bumblebee's partner but had on more than one occasion had his very human hands on both of them.
And Sunstreaker wanted to be alone here. Right.
Optimus hadn't expressly told Sideswipe to keep an eye on his twin but somehow, going on his merry way while Sunstreaker stayed behind seemed like a phenomenally bad idea.
"I can wait for you," Sideswipe said with careful casualness, settling down to sit on the floor.
Not that he could hide his throb of concern from his twin, especially not now, their sparks so brilliantly attuned to each other in the aftermath of their interfacing. "You aren't on babysitting duty," Sunstreaker said dryly. "I'll behave."
There wasn't a hint in the link between them that Sunstreaker was anything less than sincere, but then, he'd always been the better liar. "Do you ever behave?"
A moment of perfect stillness, and then Sideswipe could only watch with growing wariness as Sunstreaker set his brush carefully aside, taking the time to swirl it through the cleansing solution before he turned to face his twin, the deep glowing blue of his optics cutting through the growing dimness. Night was falling outside, the light through the skylights was dusky and thin, and Sideswipe watched mutely as his brother crawled towards him with easy, sinuous grace.
"No," Sunstreaker murmured, without a hint of irony, the hot rush of vented air sweeping over Sideswipe's faceplates. "That's why I have you."
The press of their lips together as mechs was as strange as it was arousing, the slick taste of their lubricants instead of saliva, and Sideswipe couldn't help a soft whimper, his vocalizer stuttering against a sudden rush of need.
With a shove, he pushed Sunstreaker down, dimly heard the thick metal squeal of their armor scraping together and for once, his brother didn't protest the damage to his finish, only smirked up at him. "You can't fuck me like this."
True enough; the things he wanted, needed to do he couldn't manage as a mech. The Decepticons thought that holos were a perversion, a corruption of their true form that was punishable by death and sometimes Sideswipe wondered if they weren't just a little correct. It was a perversion but pushing his focus into one, feeling his brother's form beneath his own and already on his knees...it stirred a need in Sideswipe that could only be filled with this.
Bending his brother beneath him, feeling cool, bare skin against his own and Sideswipe didn't have to wait for anything as basic as preparation, simply spread Sunstreaker out and took. Took his body, the tight flesh clenching around his cock like bliss, took the sweet, choked cries that his brother gave him, little whimpers that spoke of equal parts pain and pleasure.
Sideswipe ran soothing hands down the silky pale skin of Sunstreaker's back, closed his eyes against his own rush of gratification as his brother let him, let him do more than simply fuck him, take him. Let Sideswipe stroke him, all the implied emotions in those gentle touches sweeping over them both. On their knees in a home that wasn't their own, Sideswipe took his twin, his other half, and everything he'd ever wanted was right here, now, just within his reach.
Slow, careful thrusts into the tight clasp of Sunstreaker's body, Sideswipe rocking into him with gentleness that was rarely allowed, until Sunstreaker was cursing him, squirming with desperation and finally he quickened the pace, reaching beneath his brother's hip to palm his cock in a firm grip, rubbing his thumb over the slick head just to hear his brother gasp.
They were both close, riding the razor edge of climax and when Sunstreaker stiffened against him, his moan slipping free from between gritted teeth, Sideswipe followed, holding his brother tightly enough to cause a bruise reaction in his receptors.
I love you, he sent, helplessly, felt the faint echo brush against him before Sunstreaker closed him out, letting only the barest trickle of emotion stream through their link as the two of them collapsing together in a slick heap but it was enough.
It would have to be enough.
-finis-
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Read The Human Series