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Delicate	By : sordeopuella Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 1847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ok, this is the first time I've posted anything here, so hopefully I'm doing this right. Also this is not beta read, so please feel free to correct me on anything I might have missed. This was originally written for the first kink meme, so credit for the prompt goes there.
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Hound scowled at the keypad, punching in his access code for the third time. He huffed his vents in irritation when it buzzed and flashed at him, once again refusing to let him into his quarters. "'Raj, I think maybe you should give it a shot. I don't think it likes me."

Mirage looked up from where he was draped over a green shoulder, "Hmm? Oh, really, Hound. Every time you get over-energized you forget the code. Here, let me do it.” The spy leaned heavily against the wall to steady himself as he punched in his code, waited for the door to open and dragged his partner in after him. "Honestly, Hound," he took the scout by the shoulders, leading him into the room, "what do you do when I'm not here? I know you attend parties while I'm away on missions, it's not like you sleep in the hall."

Hound opened his mouth, then shut it without saying anything, giving his mate a sheepish smile.

Mirage's face went blank for a moment while his CPU processed the guilty look. "Oh, good Primus, you do, don't you?!"

The green mech had the grace to at least look a little embarrassed, "Well, just the once. Or maybe twice. There was that time I woke up outside. Usually I just sleep in the rec room, though!"

Mirage stared at him, some distant part of his processor noting the fact that his lover looked absurdly proud of the fact that he had the good sense to pass out in public. "Hound, you are easily one of the strangest mechs I have ever known. How you get by every day without accidentally off-lining yourself through carelessness or neglect, I'll never know."

Smiling widely, Hound pulled the lithe mech closer. "What can I say, I'm just lucky I guess." He kissed his mate playfully, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling back. "Besides, that's why you like me. I'm eccentric." He captured the soft lips again, his hands trailing over slender hips.

Mirage's chuckle was muffled by the kiss, "I had a relative who was eccentric. He had a lot of pets, drank too much high grade. You, my love, are just strange." He yelped in surprise at the black hands unabashedly groping his aft. "And entirely too bold by half."

He smiled, though, and deepened the kiss, grinding his hips into Hounds. Mirage loved interfacing with Hound when he was inebriated. The high grade made him more aggressive, more demanding. He suspected the scout had some silly notion about towers mechs expecting pretty gifts and fine high grade, wanting to be made love to tenderly and coddled. Mirage could appreciate tender, soft interfacing, but he didn't want to be treated like some simpering femme all the time.

Taking Mirage's helm in his hands, Hound captured his lips in an almost bruising kiss. He kissed his way down the spy's chin to nip at the cabling in his neck, one hand sliding down the blue and white chassis to his cod piece.

Moaning softly, Mirage clutched his mate closer, tilting his helm to give the tracker better access to the sensitive wiring. Stumbling backward, he tripped over the leg of a chair, sending both mechs crashing into the wall. He ground his hips into the hand rubbing at his crotch, "Oh, Hound. Primus, I want you."

Hound answered with an inarticulate grunt, his face still buried in the slender neck, but he did removed the blue armor, dropping it to the side before fondling the circuitry underneath. He traced the valve for a moment before slipping a finger in, feeling the throbbing wires clench at him as he slid the digit in and out.

Mirage writhed, helm thrown back against the wall, one leg pulled up, the knee pressing into his lover's hip. "Hound! Primus!" He gasped as another finger slipped in beside the one in his valve, scissoring and curling against the tight, wet heat. He could feel the heat from his partner's cod piece as it ground against his leg and he moaned in desperate need.

Hound pulled back to look at his lover, his beautiful Mirage. Most days he could hardly believe he'd managed to even catch the optic of such a delicate, graceful, breathtaking creature. Mirage was educated, well spoken and cultured; Hound was common as the dirt he continually tracked through their quarters.

Here he was with this beautiful mech, willing to love him despite his incredibly common background, and he was going to 'face him against the wall like a two credit droid? He felt shamed as he ran his fingers over dark lips, catching one delicate hand and gently pulling his lover to their berth.

Mirage on-lined his optics when he felt the fingers pull out of his valve. He stared, uncomprehending at the hand gently tugging his, trying to lead him to... the berth? Oh, pit no. He dug his heels in, pulling back on the gentle hand, "No, Hound. I am not getting in that berth with you."

He nearly relented when he saw the wounded look on the other mech's faceplates, but slagitall, he would not stand to be continually treated like a delicate crystal bloom that might shatter if you exhaled in it's general direction. "Hound, I am not made of glass. I promise, you will not break me. I will not be offended if you show a more aggressive interest in my body, in fact I very much want it. Now, you have a choice: you can come back over here and interface with me, against this wall, or you can sleep in that berth by yourself tonight." Running himself out of steam, Mirage settled for crossing his arms and looking vaguely huffy and impatient.

Hesitating gaped at him while his libido and his CPU took a moment confer, quickly reaching the mutual decision that... well, if that's what the mech wants, why the pit not? Walking back over to his partner, he trailed a gentle had down his cheek. "Mirage… if you wanted me to be more aggressive, you should have just asked." With that, he pushed the spy roughly against the wall, taking dark lips in a hard, demanding kiss. He pressed a knee between white thighs, rubbing roughly against the burning port.

Moaning in satisfaction, Mirage arched his back, pushing into the warm metal between his legs. "Oh, Hound!" He reached down to work the catches on the codpiece rubbing against him, coaxing the armor free and reaching for the steadily expanding cable.

Hound gasped at the hand rubbing and tugging at him before batting it away. It had been a long night, filled with a lot of high grade, and he had neither the self control nor the stamina for that. He ran his hands over rapidly heating armor, alternately caressing and roughly squeezing.

Wrapping his arms around sturdy shoulders, Mirage pulled his mate closer. "Hound, please -mnh- don't tease me. I need you." He felt like he had been waiting so long for this, for his mate to show him just how much he desired the spy, and he shivered in anticipation.

Mirage wrapped his legs firmly around his lover's waist as he was lifted, letting Hound adjust his cable before thrusting into the burning port. He gasped, writhing, as the other mech started a demanding pace, hands cupping his aft, moving him to meet each thrust. "ah - Oh, H-hound!"

Groaning, Hound increased his pace, the breathy sound of his lover's voice calling his name making his circuits burn. Cushioning the blue helm with his hand, he thrust harder, grinding the panting mech into the wall behind him.

His CPU lost in a haze of pleasure, Mirage gasped and cried out wordlessly, desperately trying to pull his lover closer. He could feel his circuits tightening, electric heat pooling in his valve and spreading in waves throughout his body. "H- ah - Hound, please! S-so close..."

Feeling his own climax drawing near, Hound lost all semblance of self control. Vents heaving, he slammed into the trembling mech, feeling the first contractions of his lover's climax. His entire body straining, Mirage stiffened in Hound's arms, his face twisting as though in pain before a scream tore past his lips. His entire body convulsed, pleasure so intense it almost hurt pulsing through him.

The hot valve tightening around him, throbbing against him, pushed Hound over the edge. He came with a sharp cry, pressing himself against the trembling mech one more time before letting them both slide to the floor.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Hound turned to look at Mirage. Catching his eye he gave his lover a soft smile, automatically searching out a blue hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. Gathering the lighter mech to him, he pushed to his feet, stumbled to the berth and flopped them both down.

Cuddled snugly against a warm body, Mirage was almost in recharge when Hound squeezed his shoulder, "Hey, 'Raj?"

"Mnhm... Yes, Hound?" Squirming closer, Mirage nuzzled a warm shoulder.

"If I had gotten in the berth... where would you have gone?"

He honestly hadn’t thought of that. He hadn't even considered the possibility that Hound would have chosen sleep over interfacing. "Well... there's always the rec room, isn't there?"

Laughing softly the two lovers shared a gentle kiss before slipping into recharge.
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