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Hazardous Duty	By : swordqueen Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“I think,” Hook muttered, reaching over for a smaller set of forceps, “that I ought to get hazard pay for working when you three are in heat.”

Skywarp made a sour face, inching his thighs further apart. “Just…get it out, okay?”

“I’m working on it. It’s just…really jammed in there.”

“Yeah. I know.” Believe me, Skywarp thought, he knew. Fraggin’ Thundercracker and his idea of a joke. Oh come on, it’d be fun. Then Starscream simple smirking about how hot it would be.

It had been hot for precisely 37 overloads, which is just about when Skywarp ran out of valve lubricant. Now, it just hurt. Which wasn’t fun. Nor hot. He squirmed. “Please, can’t you hurry?” This was the slaggin ‘problem with Hook. Slow and Methodical. Auuugh! This could take forever. Meanwhile the other two were getting WAY ahead of him on overloads. His spike ached. His valve would have ached if only it didn’t fraggin’ HURT so much.

“I am only asking this,” Hook said, bending into Skywarp’s spread legs, a pair of laser forceps in his hand, “because it needs to go on the report. HOW did it get stuck up there?”

“Can’t you just say ‘heat-related incident’?”

“I could. I’m more curious as to how this ever struck you as a good idea.”

“Look. It’s a Seeker thing. You get ideas. Good or bad doesn’t really factor into it.” He winced as Hook accidentally pinched some of the valve lining with his forceps. “Please?” he whimpered.

Hook looked up, impatiently, the forceps accidentally dragging on a sensitive node. Skywarp yelped. “I suppose it’ll make things easier,” he muttered to himself. He slapped the forceps down and pushed off his stool, crossing over to a cabinet.

“Hey!” Skywarp squirmed. “I’m sorry! I’ll tell you how it happened if you really want to know!”

Hook rolled his optics, hefting a small bottle of valve lubricant. “Need this anyway, right?”

Skywarp’s optics widened with relief as though Hook were brandishing a refreshing energon cube. “Yes! Oh slag yes!” He spread his legs farther apart, reaching grabby hands for the bottle. Hook slapped them away.

“Not that way, you glitch.” Hook shifted around to the side, examining Skywarp for the reservoir intake. Skywarp tried to track him with his optics, but his wingspan got in the way, and he craned, helplessly, over his shoulders. “Ah.” Hook plucked a wrench from where he had magnetized it against his arm. He lay the bottle of lubricant down and set to work opening the hatch. “Right, now…,” he reached over, his hand closing on empty air. Where the---?

Skywarp started moaning, softly, his body trembling.

Frag. Hook slapped the wrench back against his arm and marched around to the front of the exam table. Skywarp had cracked open the bottle—completely ruining sterility—did these Seekers care nothing for sterile technique?!—and had greased two of his fingers and was plunging them into his valve, optics lowered. Hook could already hear the jet’s ventilation cycling up. Worse: Skywarp hadn’t shaken the lubricant, so the frictional precipitate hung at the bottom.

“No.” He grabbed Skywarp by the wrist, jerking the hand out of the valve with an audible ‘pop’. Skywarp whimpered.

“Come on! You don’t understand. I gotta….”

“The only thing you HAVE to do,” Hook said, firmly, “Is receive your medical attention. That means listening to me.”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t!” Skywarp squirmed against the berth, his valve’s nodes inflamed with lust. Why couldn’t anyone understand that when they were in heat, they couldn’t control themselves? And…Skywarp more than the others with that.

“Fine. You can’t. No playing with yourself.”

Skywarp writhed. “Then HURRY!”

Hook rolled his optics. “Fine.” The lubricant would have to wait until he got the slaggin’ thing out of the valve. Maybe then Skywarp would sit still long enough. He shoved the jet back by the cockpit, Skywarp landing heavily on his elbows, as Hook snatched up the forceps and probed into the valve. Skywarp squirmed as the forceps worked their way up the valve, accidentally bumping nodes. He finally found part of the intruding object, squeezed the forceps around it. The forceps, slicked by the lubricant, slipped off. If the fraggin’ jet had at least SHAKEN the bottle, like the fraggin’ label said…! He tried a few more times, but the result was the same, even when he pushed further into the valve, causing the black jet to squeal and wriggle against him.

“Stop it,” he muttered. He slapped the forceps on his arm magnet bar. He’d have to try the old fashioned way. Oh, he was glad they no longer had monitor cams in repair bay.

Hook rubbed the friction precipitate from the bottom of the bottle over his fingers, and, wincing at the things repair duty made him do, thrust his fingers in the Seeker’s valve. He would have been less disturbed if Skywarp protested. Instead the black jet gave a pleasurable squeal, writhing his hips down the berth. Get it over with, Hook told himself, and wiggled his fingers to work them up the valve toward the jammed, and he strongly suspected broken, device.

Skywarp’s hands drifted by Hook’s face, aiming for his leaking spike. “No.” Hook said. The hands withdrew. Hook bent lower, squinting as he tried to concentrate on where his hand was. Purple digits snatched at the spike just at his eyelevel and began furiously pumping up and down the silver shaft.

“NO.” Hook frowned. He clenched his fingers in the valve, trying to get a grip on the part of the device he could reach. Pushing in, reaching around, feeling blindly for…he didn’t even know what he was feeling for.

“Oh!” Skywarp cried out. “OhohohprimusohdearsweetohprimuspleasedontstopdontstopGAAAAH!” Skywarp’s body bucked, the valve clamping down on Hook’s grabbing fingers, as the purple hand drew an overload from the spike as well, silver liquid fountaining the air, spattering across his lower frame, and Hook’s head and shoulders. Hook looked up, his optics radiating pure murder.

“Sorry,” Skywarp said, sheepishly. “Told you, I can’t really help it.”

Hook jerked his hand out of the valve, grunting at Skywarp’s whimper of pain. Can’t really help it. These Seekers will use heat to excuse anything.

“Hey!” Skywarp cried, “where are you going?!”

“Going,” Hook muttered, “to fix your problem.” He rattled through a few cabinets before he found what he wanted. He worked, wordlessly, mouth pinched into a thin line. Skywarp tilted his head, his hand creeping surreptitiously toward his spike. Hook stopped him with a glare. Skywarp threw his head back. “Come on! I need it! Medical necessity!”

“I have got,” Hook snapped, “your medical necessity right here.” He leaned over and snapped the seal-cap over the end of Skywarp’s valve, turning to attach the hose to the water tank before flipping the switch.

“Oh PRIIII!” Skywarp bucked as the cold water began filling his valve. “You can’t be…oh come on!...what…why….oh…..”

“The device has gotten jammed in some of the inner cabling,” Hook explained, his voice cold, talking over the gasping Seeker. “The solution is simple: expand the valve so that the lining pops free of the inner cabling.”

Skywarp fell back, panting. Hook leaned over to check the pressure. “Please,” Skywarp said, his voice weak. “Too much.”

“Incorrect. You are well within the operational pressure parameters for your model.”

Skywarp howled in outrage, struggled to sit up, and fell back, his entire body shuddering, groaning. “Please…. Can’t move without….” He collapsed, quivering. Hook tilted his head. Oohhhhh. The sloshing of the fluid in his valve, without the proper mix of precipitate, was sending electrical stimuli in free bursts around the Seeker’s distended valve. Every time he moved, he overloaded. In-teresting. Hook sat back, folding his arms. He could make use of this.

“So, Skywarp,” he said. “Any klik now you should feel it release.”

“Ah!....just get it out?” Skywarp’s voice was thin and pleady, his body bucking suddenly, physically jumping off the berth.

“What’s in it for me?”

Skywarp rolled to one side, doubling over suddenly, his legs thrashing, thrusters tangling in the pressure hose. “Any—anything. Please! Just…oh, frag it’s just too much!”

Hook wasn’t about to let this go before securing what he wanted. Skywarp was a devious little bastard with the short term memory of an astrofly. “I want,” he said, coolly, resting one hand on the pressure gauge, “You and Starscream and me.”

“What? Uhhh,” Skywarp shuddered, as the sloshing in his valve set off another overload, his spike dribbling transfluid in sympathy. Hook knew Starscream hated his inner tanks. But…Skywarp said they were kind of awful with the decision making when they were in heat. If Hook was to have a chance, this was it. Seal the deal, he thought: one of Swindle’s favorite phrases. Which he’d heard often enough as he pounded dents out of Swindle’s neck when one of his ‘deals’ came, apparently, unsealed. Hook reached over, casually, and grasped the Seeker’s spike. Skywarp shuddered again, a hot rush of the thicker spike lubricant running over Hook’s fingers.

“Yes!” Skywarp gasped. “I’ll make it happen! Please!”

Hook stroked the spike expertly, grinning as Skywarp flailed on the berth, howling as his glitching overload systems fired random and too-intense signals at him, until the spike jerked in his hand, silver transfluid spattering once again over the jet’s cockpit and lower chassis. Hook reached down and unfastened the valve seal. Skywarp’s spinal cabling arched him off the berth as the fluid gushed from his valve, still sparking faintly, washing with it the small device and its two long, tangled cables.

“What,” Hook said, fishing it out of the puddle, “is this?”

Skywarp lay back, gasping, on the berth, his overstimulated systems for the moment sated. “Taser…. Human…crowd control…thingie….”

Hook poked at the control pad and twitched as the two dart-like ends of the cables zapped current. “Taser,” he said. “And…you agreed to this why?”

“Cause…Starscream said…I needed punishment.” Skywarp sat up, gingerly, grimacing at the hot puddle between his thighs. “It was really fraggin’ hot till it wouldn’t shut off.”

“Huh.” Hook looked at it. “Think I can fix it for you.”

“Uhhhh, not sure if I want it fixed,” Skywarp said. He looked down at his silver spattered armor, cringing. A rare moment of lucidity in the middle of heat.

Hook shrugged. “I meant, really, I suppose, I could fix it for you…to use on Starscream.”

A meeting of the minds that promised…so much more in Skywarp’s crafty smile.
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