[Swindle kisses his team mate with complete and utter abandon, his hands still gripping the 'copter's tightly and then not so tightly as Vortex kisses him back. Within no time he is lost, and there is nothing but Vortex, his essence, everything about him that Swindle has always wanted. A fierce wave of shimmering heat explodes through the jeep, he removes his hands to run them lightly, sensuously, over the rotors, shivering at the feel of them, then brings them down to press against the powerful chest
( ... )
This... is new. And not unpleasant. But it's Swindle, for frag's sake. The mech who sold him on for spare parts, and who never once made any effort to frag him before.
As as for when Swindle looks at him. It's disconcerting, like he's being assessed for intrinsic value.
//OK, Swindle, seriously, what the frag?//
He isn't sure Swindle's receiveing his comms. Or paying attention to them. Instead of a response, he gets a face full of gestalt partner. Which is, as before, not exactly unpleasant, especially when it comes with that delicious sparking ripple against his energy field.
But it doesn't exactly answer anything either. Unless this was what Swindle was after all along?
He still doesn't move his arms, but he continues to return the kiss.
[The copter kissing him back is not enough. Swindle wants more. Wants Vortex and wants Vortex to want him. Desperately, completely. he flares his field powerfully again and reaches out, kissing harder, clinging tighter.]
[If only the bond was open and he could transmit across it how much he has always wanted him .... how much he has always just melted at the mere presence of the copter, but been paralyzed when it has come to saying so.]
[Memories of times long past flash through Swindle's processor causing another burst of emotion and wanting.]
[Swindle does hear the com. Like a distant echo. Breaking the kiss, he draws back a little, nuzzling into the Copter's neck, nipping at the cords, pressing against him and bringing his hands to curl and cling at his shoulders.]
[Coms, his voice full of static:] // .... want you ... Vortex .... always wanted you .... want you so much ...
That, at last, makes sense. Something must have happened between Swindle and Slinky, something that sent Swindle rebounding back to his team.
Not that he devotes all his processing power to it, because mmmmm, that gentle nibbling pressure at his throat sends tiny pleasurable and wholly distracting thrills all through him.
He shudders and extricates his hands from between them. He isn't quite sure where to put them, whether he wants to flip Swindle onto his back in the dust and take him quick and rough, or spend a while learning how best to control his team mate's responses, how to elicit exactly what he wants with a gentle, exploratory caress. It doesn't cross his mind not to continue; it's been, what, a fortnight? It's far too long since he last interfaced.
Swindle never knew his fingers were this sensitive. He relishes every touch of the copter's mouth and tongue, feeling his arousal build more as Vortex hovers over him, feeling the urge to try and push against him but letting his body go slack and enjoying resisting it.
He whispers into the copter's audial, in a voice husky partly with intrinsic need and partly because Swindle tries to make it as seductive as possible:
He makes his way around the edge of Swindle's helm, glossa teasing along the ridge around his optics. He always did like those optics.
He avoids Swindle's lips, focusing instead on the planes of his cheeks, then down to his throat. He bites as he kisses, pressing hard, leaving tiny dents in cables and the mobile, thin armour plates; it's too tempting not to.
He thumbs the connector again, and gives Swindle's wrists a firm, harsh squeeze. //I think I want to hear more about that.//
He needs it, confirmation that Swindle doesn't actually perceive them as enemies, confirmation that he is genuinely wanted. He needs to know, to be gratified. It keeps his thoughts from the closure of the bond and his self-inflicted isolation. Keeps him from thinking about how much it aches to be apart from them, and how much this brings him down, makes him weak. His need for the bond is intense, but just as intense is his desire for insularity, for self reliance.
He doesn't complete the connection just yet, much as he craves the physical closeness, the distraction that arousal will bring. Instead, he runs the connector around the rim of his port and waits for an answer.
The copter touching the end of the connector like that - it sends the need to be connected searing through Swindle and he squirms some more, the end point aching and pulsing sharply, longing to slide home into the copter's port. Yet its not happening, and he's being teased, the relief he craves dangled tantalisingly close but infuriatingly beyond his grasp.
A part of Swindle wants to snarl: Didn't you just hear what I said, you stupid slagger? Just get on and frag me But too often has he reacted to his team mate just that way, and too often have they ended up in a slanging match, and Siwndle just could not bear for things to go that way now
( ... )
Swindle's admissions prompt a sharp buzz of satisfaction; this is exactly what he was hoping to hear. This is ammunition against him, a way to control him. Maybe something more, a small part of him adds, but he suppresses it.
He has a moment's doubt, wondering if he's being played in a similar way to the way he plays others. But he knows what Swindle is capable of, and that kind of deception really isn't it.
Still, it's worth keeping his guard up. While he'll accept a connection from Swindle, he won't be sending any data until he's certain that he's not being manipulated. And he won't plug in until Swindle has begged him to.
For the first time since before the Spare Parts Incident, Vortex finds himself hoping that there might just be a way to strengthen the team. Provided Swindle can be trusted.
But he won't open the bond. Not yet. Not ever, he corrects himself, and the thought is simultaneously aspirational and horrifying. He wants to, with a sharp and aching need that only gets worse as he tries to distract himself from it, but
( ... )
A disappointment and sense of failure flashes through Swindle at the copter's words ....this is fragged; I'm too late .... but it is completely overridden almost straight away by the feel of his connector sliding into the copter's port.
Swindle stiffens and gasps, drowning first in pure sensation and then in sheer wanting as his team mate slides him home, the feeling of being so much where he has wanted to be for so long almost overwhelming him. Then he feels the copter's mouth on his and his body tries to buck towards the connection, straining up as he longs for the moist warmth of the whole of the copter's mouth on his, longs to touch him, stroke him, wrap himself around and swamp him with every indication of how much the copter means that he can muster.
But he can't do any of that - so he stuggles, frantically arching to kiss him as he tries to pull free, writhing and mouthing incoherent words, the only deciperable one being: "Vortex .... Most of all, Swindle wants to drown he copter across the bond in a massive
( ... )
//Woah!// A spike of intense pleasure spears through the cable, and his cooling fans speed up.
Pounced, again, and he's not prepared this time, either. He didn't expect such an intense response; belatedly, he realises that there's far too much he doesn't know about Swindle. Sure, he knows how to hit every one of his buttons in terms of aggravation. He can spark off an argument with the mech in an instant. But this? This is so very new and different, and he's just a little bit lost.
There's nothing he can do but go with it - and he does, enthusiastically - despite the low charge warning and the insistent wrongness at the tip of that one rotor. Besides, it feels good. Really good.
He's reminded of that one moment with Smokescreen where everything came together in the way that he imagined it should have done with Swindle. The thought is intriguing to say the least.
Swindle kisses Vortex harder, deeper, his port burning as he bucks towards the copter. His frame starts to vibrate as the charge shoots up to near pre overload levels, and Swindle frantically fires pulses through his own cable into Vortex.
Feverishly the hand still clutching the copter's connector finds his own interface port under his chassis and he pushes it in, hard, panicking for a split second that it won't be compatible and then crying out in relief when it very obviously is.
He freezes, his body rigid as energy amalgamates, then flares his field, resuming the pulses, but slower and deeper, intaking deeply, staring at Vortex, adoration and need etched on his faceplates and in his purple optics.
He strokes at him. "Vortex on top, please on top, please get on top ...."
On top? But that would mean moving, and moving isn't something he's particularly keen on doing right now. He just wants to lay as he is, with Swindle clinging to him, and focus on each surge of energy as it spreads a molten glow right through him.
But Swindle said 'please', and he obviously expects more. And he's giving Vortex that look again, so completely unlike the looks he usually gives him.
Vortex heaves himself up, and straddles the smaller mech's hips again. He figures Swindle wants a display of dominance, something to excite the part of him that's attracted to dangerous mechs. His hands roam a while, then settle around Swindle's throat, not squeezing, just caressing.
He grins down at his team mate, and contemplates his next move. He isn't energised enough to return the pulses, but something intense is certainly called for. He sends a request for access to Swindle's sensor net.
Swindle heaves in excited delight as the copter complies with his request, a surge activating his entire net at the act of him getting on top, and then just being there, heavy on him.
He can feel the connectors deep in the ports, Vortex in him, he in Vortex. Both cables twitch as - with a struggle - he slows the pulses, bringing them gradually to a halt. His optics never leave the copter's face as he lets his circuits surge and fill, swelling in delicious build up.
Then those hands on his throat! Both of them this time. So deadly, so fatal in just one move, should the copter alter his newfound sensuousness, his gentleness. But he won't - and the knowledge that he won't sends the charge escalating and Swindle pulsing slowly again, gently thrusting his hips in time as residual energy streams through the connection.
At the request, Swindle readily opens his sensor net wide in every way possible. His hands free this time, he reaches both up to touch the copter's face as - still in hope - he opens the bond wide too.
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[Swindle kisses his team mate with complete and utter abandon, his hands still gripping the 'copter's tightly and then not so tightly as Vortex kisses him back. Within no time he is lost, and there is nothing but Vortex, his essence, everything about him that Swindle has always wanted. A fierce wave of shimmering heat explodes through the jeep, he removes his hands to run them lightly, sensuously, over the rotors, shivering at the feel of them, then brings them down to press against the powerful chest ( ... )
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As as for when Swindle looks at him. It's disconcerting, like he's being assessed for intrinsic value.
//OK, Swindle, seriously, what the frag?//
He isn't sure Swindle's receiveing his comms. Or paying attention to them. Instead of a response, he gets a face full of gestalt partner. Which is, as before, not exactly unpleasant, especially when it comes with that delicious sparking ripple against his energy field.
But it doesn't exactly answer anything either. Unless this was what Swindle was after all along?
He still doesn't move his arms, but he continues to return the kiss.
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[The copter kissing him back is not enough. Swindle wants more. Wants Vortex and wants Vortex to want him. Desperately, completely. he flares his field powerfully again and reaches out, kissing harder, clinging tighter.]
[If only the bond was open and he could transmit across it how much he has always wanted him .... how much he has always just melted at the mere presence of the copter, but been paralyzed when it has come to saying so.]
[Memories of times long past flash through Swindle's processor causing another burst of emotion and wanting.]
[Swindle does hear the com. Like a distant echo. Breaking the kiss, he draws back a little, nuzzling into the Copter's neck, nipping at the cords, pressing against him and bringing his hands to curl and cling at his shoulders.]
[Coms, his voice full of static:] // .... want you ... Vortex .... always wanted you .... want you so much ...
[He trembles at the depth behind his own words.]
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Not that he devotes all his processing power to it, because mmmmm, that gentle nibbling pressure at his throat sends tiny pleasurable and wholly distracting thrills all through him.
He shudders and extricates his hands from between them. He isn't quite sure where to put them, whether he wants to flip Swindle onto his back in the dust and take him quick and rough, or spend a while learning how best to control his team mate's responses, how to elicit exactly what he wants with a gentle, exploratory caress. It doesn't cross his mind not to continue; it's been, what, a fortnight? It's far too long since he last interfaced.
//Tell me again.//
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Swindle never knew his fingers were this sensitive. He relishes every touch of the copter's mouth and tongue, feeling his arousal build more as Vortex hovers over him, feeling the urge to try and push against him but letting his body go slack and enjoying resisting it.
He whispers into the copter's audial, in a voice husky partly with intrinsic need and partly because Swindle tries to make it as seductive as possible:
"Kiss me - please ....
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//But you didn't say where.//
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Shutters his optics and allows the sensations to wash though him, energy rolling deliciously around his systems.
"Everywhere ...... "
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He avoids Swindle's lips, focusing instead on the planes of his cheeks, then down to his throat. He bites as he kisses, pressing hard, leaving tiny dents in cables and the mobile, thin armour plates; it's too tempting not to.
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He thumbs the connector again, and gives Swindle's wrists a firm, harsh squeeze. //I think I want to hear more about that.//
He needs it, confirmation that Swindle doesn't actually perceive them as enemies, confirmation that he is genuinely wanted. He needs to know, to be gratified. It keeps his thoughts from the closure of the bond and his self-inflicted isolation. Keeps him from thinking about how much it aches to be apart from them, and how much this brings him down, makes him weak. His need for the bond is intense, but just as intense is his desire for insularity, for self reliance.
He doesn't complete the connection just yet, much as he craves the physical closeness, the distraction that arousal will bring. Instead, he runs the connector around the rim of his port and waits for an answer.
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The copter touching the end of the connector like that - it sends the need to be connected searing through Swindle and he squirms some more, the end point aching and pulsing sharply, longing to slide home into the copter's port. Yet its not happening, and he's being teased, the relief he craves dangled tantalisingly close but infuriatingly beyond his grasp.
A part of Swindle wants to snarl: Didn't you just hear what I said, you stupid slagger? Just get on and frag me But too often has he reacted to his team mate just that way, and too often have they ended up in a slanging match, and Siwndle just could not bear for things to go that way now ( ... )
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He has a moment's doubt, wondering if he's being played in a similar way to the way he plays others. But he knows what Swindle is capable of, and that kind of deception really isn't it.
Still, it's worth keeping his guard up. While he'll accept a connection from Swindle, he won't be sending any data until he's certain that he's not being manipulated. And he won't plug in until Swindle has begged him to.
For the first time since before the Spare Parts Incident, Vortex finds himself hoping that there might just be a way to strengthen the team. Provided Swindle can be trusted.
But he won't open the bond. Not yet. Not ever, he corrects himself, and the thought is simultaneously aspirational and horrifying. He wants to, with a sharp and aching need that only gets worse as he tries to distract himself from it, but ( ... )
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A disappointment and sense of failure flashes through Swindle at the copter's words ....this is fragged; I'm too late .... but it is completely overridden almost straight away by the feel of his connector sliding into the copter's port.
Swindle stiffens and gasps, drowning first in pure sensation and then in sheer wanting as his team mate slides him home, the feeling of being so much where he has wanted to be for so long almost overwhelming him. Then he feels the copter's mouth on his and his body tries to buck towards the connection, straining up as he longs for the moist warmth of the whole of the copter's mouth on his, longs to touch him, stroke him, wrap himself around and swamp him with every indication of how much the copter means that he can muster.
But he can't do any of that - so he stuggles, frantically arching to kiss him as he tries to pull free, writhing and mouthing incoherent words, the only deciperable one being: "Vortex .... Most of all, Swindle wants to drown he copter across the bond in a massive ( ... )
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Pounced, again, and he's not prepared this time, either. He didn't expect such an intense response; belatedly, he realises that there's far too much he doesn't know about Swindle. Sure, he knows how to hit every one of his buttons in terms of aggravation. He can spark off an argument with the mech in an instant. But this? This is so very new and different, and he's just a little bit lost.
There's nothing he can do but go with it - and he does, enthusiastically - despite the low charge warning and the insistent wrongness at the tip of that one rotor. Besides, it feels good. Really good.
He's reminded of that one moment with Smokescreen where everything came together in the way that he imagined it should have done with Swindle. The thought is intriguing to say the least.
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Swindle kisses Vortex harder, deeper, his port burning as he bucks towards the copter. His frame starts to vibrate as the charge shoots up to near pre overload levels, and Swindle frantically fires pulses through his own cable into Vortex.
Feverishly the hand still clutching the copter's connector finds his own interface port under his chassis and he pushes it in, hard, panicking for a split second that it won't be compatible and then crying out in relief when it very obviously is.
He freezes, his body rigid as energy amalgamates, then flares his field, resuming the pulses, but slower and deeper, intaking deeply, staring at Vortex, adoration and need etched on his faceplates and in his purple optics.
He strokes at him. "Vortex on top, please on top, please get on top ...."
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But Swindle said 'please', and he obviously expects more. And he's giving Vortex that look again, so completely unlike the looks he usually gives him.
Vortex heaves himself up, and straddles the smaller mech's hips again. He figures Swindle wants a display of dominance, something to excite the part of him that's attracted to dangerous mechs. His hands roam a while, then settle around Swindle's throat, not squeezing, just caressing.
He grins down at his team mate, and contemplates his next move. He isn't energised enough to return the pulses, but something intense is certainly called for. He sends a request for access to Swindle's sensor net.
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Swindle heaves in excited delight as the copter complies with his request, a surge activating his entire net at the act of him getting on top, and then just being there, heavy on him.
He can feel the connectors deep in the ports, Vortex in him, he in Vortex. Both cables twitch as - with a struggle - he slows the pulses, bringing them gradually to a halt. His optics never leave the copter's face as he lets his circuits surge and fill, swelling in delicious build up.
Then those hands on his throat! Both of them this time. So deadly, so fatal in just one move, should the copter alter his newfound sensuousness, his gentleness. But he won't - and the knowledge that he won't sends the charge escalating and Swindle pulsing slowly again, gently thrusting his hips in time as residual energy streams through the connection.
At the request, Swindle readily opens his sensor net wide in every way possible. His hands free this time, he reaches both up to touch the copter's face as - still in hope - he opens the bond wide too.
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