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Fighting Mad	By : Ozphoenix Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Another old fic from the depths of my file vault! The title sucks, yes. And c'mon guys, someone put some new fics up. This isn't the exclusive Ozphoenix page y'know! Ahem, I think... :-)
I will try and rustle up some brand new fics when I get some free time. Megatron and Elita seem to be popular. Maybe!
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Fighting Mad
By Phoenix
Moving fast, Arcee ducked and rolled under Springer’s strike, her sword snapping up in front of her as she whirled around to face him, lips parted and panting. Springer didn’t wait - he leapt forward, slashing viciously, trying to get her unbalanced and panicky enough to allow him an opening. No luck. Arcee met him slash for strike. Yes, she was forced back; again and again; but she was calm and focused. She was waiting for *him* to change tactics so she could gain an edge. The male hissed, his towering, powerfully pulsing body attacking; but his mind was holding back. He knew he couldn’t hurt her, just as she knew she could not hurt him. The swords were holograms, with strikes scored by a computer; but his CPU was screaming for him to stop. He ignored it.
The floor came up at him rapidly, his optics staring at it with the fascination an art lover had for a particularly interesting painting. He managed to vaguely wonder how the hell she had managed to get him, before his face was crushed into the ‘slightly’ cushioned floor. He lay still.
Arcee paused. “Springer?” she held her sword up, expecting him to leap to his feet and go at it again. She knew how his mind worked. If cheating won the game - he cheated.
Springer groaned softly, one hand twitching around the hilt of his sword.
She tilted her head, “Spring, are you alright?”
Springer thought over several choice responses, then picked one, “Uglmphit.”
Arcee frowned, “What?”
“Uglmphiityuoumut,” Springer repeated.
Arcee shook her head, crossing her pink petite arms, “Get your ugly mug off the floor so I can hear you, spaz. I have no idea what you're saying.”
“Hurmph.” His body moved, beginning to rise from the floor. He stopped, suspended on his arms, head bowed down. Now Arcee began to worry.
“Springer,” she began concernedly, then squeaked with fright as he launched up off the floor and came racing at her. She barely managed to get her defenses in gear, bracing herself, allowing him to make contact so she could sweep his blow off her blade and send him stumbling past.
Springer scrambled to a halt and spun around, grinning, “You cheeky wossname.”
Arcee didn’t respond, staring at him around the upright blade of her weapon. Cautiously, her mate moved towards her again, slowly. They toyed with each other, swapping blows and feints with regular precision. Springer found himself again and again, marveling at how she managed to go at it without any real strength to back herself up. She managed purely on skill, and manipulating his movements, turning them back onto him. Her one weakness was that she didn’t actually *attack* frequently enough, but when she did...
This time Springer saw it coming, stepping forward *into* her assault to disable it. She wasn’t ready for that. Her guard was imploded, and he took advantage of it. Brushing her sword aside, he grabbed her waist with his free hand to keep her still, and slanted his mouth across hers, letting her feel his intense arousal through his codpiece as he rubbed it against her. Arcee’s suddenly numb fingers dropped her sword, letting it clatter to the ground as she entwined her arms around his neck to pull him closer.
Springer lifted his head, “Is anyone using the room after us?”
Arcee stared up at him, panting slightly, “No, why?”
Springer smirked, “Then, we can stay as long as we like?”
Arcee looked surprised, then smiled, sliding one hand to the back of his head as she pulled him down to her parted lips, “As long as we like,” she murmured, her lips making contact and joining herself to him.
His lips opened at her probing, and she slipped her tongue inside, feeling the tremor that shuddered through his body as she did so. She had always thought that using the tongue when kissing was distasteful - until she had met Springer. Then she had been shocked by how pleasurable it was. It was somewhat like the sensation of intercourse, but different. She liked it. It was even better when he was inside of her with his interface as well.
Her hand gripped his shoulder while the other cradled his head to keep him still while she plundered his mouth. Springer had his optics shut off, reveling in how she was taking her pleasure from him. Mostly he was the one who took control, but Arcee liked to have her fun too. And he was a very willing subject.
Finally, the kiss stopped. He took a deep breath and opened his optics, staring down into the beautiful upturned face of his mate. Her optics were glistening, her lips swollen from kissing him. She grinned slyly, making him briefly wonder what she had in mind when he felt his codpiece being removed and a small, warm hand grip his member.
He gasped. Her grin got wider when he moaned and she cuddled the very tip of his hardening erection with the palm of her hand; her fingers stroking his width. His hands reached out and gripped her upper arms, urging her on.
The femme continued to fondle him for a few more moments, then got down onto her knees, facing his member. She glanced up at him, finding him watching her with anticipation. His knees went weak when she slid him into her mouth, having to rise up on her knees as much as possible to fit his length wholly within her mouth. Springer fought to keep from thrusting, only allowing himself to slightly move his hips backwards and forwards.
Arcee closed her optics and concentrated, letting her lips slide smoothly up and down, her tongue caressing him lightly, and her hand encasing around where his interface jutted out from his body. Springer’s hands clenched, then came to rest on her shoulders. He was in ecstasy. He watched avidly as his length appeared and disappeared between her lips. His width was stretching her wide, making it look like she was grinning madly. He had no doubt she was enjoying herself; he could see the lubricant beginning to seep from the seams in her armor at her crotch. He jerked when she probed the very tip of his interface with her tongue, causing pre-orgasmic ripples and twitching along his length.
When he got a hold of himself, he leaned down and lifted her up, placing her legs around his waist and his erection pressing up against her belly. He kissed her hard as he moved over to the wall and pushed her against it, holding her thighs tightly around his hips.
“Mmmmm, Spring....” Arcee murmured, closing her optics and sighing when he left her lips and began kissing and biting his way down her neck. Reaching her chest, and divested her of her breastplate and set to work nibbling and loving her nakedness. She moaned and dropped her head back to the wall, opening her optics and staring languidly at the ceiling, one hand slowly stroking the width of his shoulders. Shivers ran up her endostructure and a long, low purr rumbled from her chest when he attacked the hollow of her throat, poking his tongue into it.
Her CPU vaguely remembered a lover from her past, long ago, doing the same thing, but not causing the absolute explosion of sensation that her mate always managed to evoke from her body. Sex was sex - as the humans said - but it was something altogether on another level when it was with someone you loved. Springer could do things to her that would make her scream, yet if done by someone else, she would feel merely uncomfortable or mildly aroused.
Springer noticed her absent expression and smirked. He was playing her body, warming her up for the grand finale. Right now she was in a pleasant, warm state; and was ready to be pushed over the edge to the next stage. He slid a hand down her belly and rubbed at her groin, feeling around for the catches to the armor. His fingers became slick with lubricant when he removed it and cupped his hand over her interface. She humped her crotch into his hand, whimpering, her arousal reaching the desperation point.
“This is going to be a......a....good old... fuck against the wall, is it?” she managed to get out amongst her moans and gasps.
He grinned, “You bet. Any objections?”
“Nup!”
“Case closed then.”
He pushed the head of his interface between her lips, making her cry out loudly and stiffen against the wall.
“S-spr....” she moaned, shaking her head and clutching at his neck. He grinned lopsidedly and eased the rest of his erection into her, biting back a cry of his own when he became fully sheathed. He rested for a moment, lying his head on her shoulder and listening to her soft pants. The he began to move, sliding his hips gently from side to side without thrusting. Her legs tightened around his waist, her breath hissing between her lips.
“Don’t be mean,” she gasped, her fingers biting into his shoulders. He snorted, smiling cheekily. Slowly, he withdrew his interface until the tip was barely within her, then just as slowly pushed it back in, holding onto her hips. She growled and thumped her fists on his shoulders, “Springer!”
The triple changer stayed still for a second, then began rapidly pumping into her, slamming her back into the wall and driving a scream from her throat. He bit her neck, drawing a tiny amount of energon, then tenderly licked it away as he continued to pound away between her spread legs. The friction was driving her insane. Her optics flickered and her body shook with the invasion it was undergoing. The heat built up at her crotch until it was at an intolerable level. She strained against him and came, her breasts scraping at his chest and mouth open with a soundless cry of incredible pleasure.
Her mate felt her contractions and shot off into her, embedding himself deeply and covering her mouth with his own, pressing hard and joining himself completely to her. His mate shuddered as she came down, her hands clutching at his shoulder blades as she moaned weakly. Springer rested his head on her chest and supported her sagging, depleted body with his hands under her butt.
She wriggled and he let her slide down his body until her feet touched the ground, cupping her cheek when she was upright and kissing her passionately, caressing the insides of her lips. They broke apart and she hugged him tightly, “Thanks.”
He grinned and patted her behind, “You don’t have to thank me, ‘Cee, you know that. We’re equals. It takes two to interface,” he nuzzled her neck, “I love to do it with you.”
She sighed, “I know, but thanks anyway.”
Springer smiled wryly, “You can show your appreciation later if you like,” then he leered at her suggestively. She shook her head, covering her laugh with one hand. It always amazed her how she could be such a ‘prude’ and he was so open and easy about interfacing. She didn’t find it normal to talk about such things, but Springer often reeled off whole conversations about interfacing without flinching, while she squirmed in her seat. It had become easier for her to converse about it now that they were bonded, but she would never find it comfortable.
Arching up on her toes a little, she planted a kiss on his pert lips, “I’ll see you back home later tonight?”
He nodded, “Uh huh,” and watched as she gathered her things and left the room, his optics locked on her cute butt. It was something he wouldn’t ever get tired of looking at.
The End
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