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Sunny Disposition	By : paw07 Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 5677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 14: Phone Sex Mech
Hound shifted on his berth and readjusted himself as if trying to get into a better position to read his digi-pad, pretending not to look at Sunstreaker (whom had finally gotten out of Ratchet’s care after a day and a half, his color back) as the yellow mech continued to shine the same spot in his forearm for the last hour or so. Shifting again and making a voorm sound, the equivalent of clearing one’s throat, Hound’s gaze finally made the yellow mech look up and bare his teeth.
“What!”
Looking at his digi-pad, abusing his R&R, Hound struggled not to grin as he replied, “I didn’t say anything.”
“Then why do you keep looking at me! You’ve been doing that since I escaped from the Hatchet. Just let me wax myself in peace,” growled Sunstreaker, his mind trying to distract itself by minding Hound. His thoughts were too heavy from Sunstreaker’s worries of being Heavy, needing to abort it, and balancing his spark yet keeping the truth from Megatron as they fragged.
He probably would be able to hide it when fragging a mech he had no bond to or he could just spark from behind, thoughts couldn’t get through but then again… Megatron would be guarded and would detect treachery. He was a warlord. Then again, he fragged a lot of mechs and femmes. Maybe he could keep his thoughts hidden and probably kept out other mechs and femmes’ thoughts to protect his systems, just drinking in emotions.
Hound, still not looking up from his pad, stated, “I’m reading my pad, Sunstreaker. Not staring nor am I stopping you from waxing yourself.”
Optics becoming slits, the twin growled, “I said looking, not staring.”
Looking up finally, the green mech asked, “And they differ how?”
Sunny just continued glaring… and kept glaring and kept glaring until Hound couldn’t read his pad anymore and looked up, barking, “What?”
The glare could have pierced his very spark with its intensity.
Frowning, wondering if a brawl was about to break out, he asked, “Will you stop staring.”
Some more glaring and staring continued along with an optic twitch.
Finally, Hound gave in, “Fine, I noticed you seem distracted. You have been waxing the same part of your forearm for about an hour. Something on your mind?”
Sunstreaker’s optics gained a fearful and shamed expression before his shoulder’s shagged and he stared at his waxing rag. It was then that he realized it was a rag Sideswipe had given to him. It was a good grade or anything but it had been his favorite. It reminded him of a time when Sideswipe and him had been happy, when his art bloomed and people ogled those lovely pieces with amazement, joy, and … dare he guess… love and passion.
All of those emotions had been there for him, for what a second born had done.
Unfortunately, only one of his paintings had survived that he knew of. It was in his closet with his few remaining art supplies he had taken with him, no time for art during war. That last treasure was not of Cybertron’s lost skyscrapers or the lost crystal gardens. It was of him and his brother. An emotional piece with flaws and wild lines and colors too bright, but it was how he had seen the two of them in his mind and spark, hands melted together and helms leaned against each other with their backs to the painting as they stared at a rising star in the distance.
Separate but one, glowing and warm … and happy.
He took in a deep intake, picturing it in his mind. It was like a living memory now. Something of the past. Never to be again.
Do you think you might have feelings of kinship? Maybe even love?
Those words echoed in his head from Ratchet. He couldn’t do anything about the abortion or stabilizing his spark right now… unless Hound wanted to frag him, but for some reason … that thought bothered him. He wanted a different type of affection from Hound. He wanted a hearty laugh, a chuckle as the door would closed, a soft smile just because Sunstreaker had been frowning too much.
He wanted a friend.
It was a type of love he hadn’t had much of lately, though there were many types he had read of once. He wanted this type of love though, soft and gentle like a shared whisper from a remembered joke or intertwined strings that jumped over each other like moving jump ropes, shifting at the same pace but never intertwined.
Looking Hound in the optic he stated, “How about I show you … for there are no words for my passion and sorrow.”
Hound looked confused, wondering if he should comm. Ratchet for help with the sad smile that gripped itself on Sunstreaker’s lips, especially when he started banging around in his closet. It took him several minutes until Sunny came out with what looked like a easel and a metallic-painting pad, powdered metals and melting torch sticks… classic tools for an artist.
He had never seen so many emotions cover Sunstreaker’s face in one day be it joy, horror, rage, sorrow, or lust.
He worked for a few hours until Hound asked to see it and then front-liner smiled, a happy smile that had been forgotten due to the war; days before whatever haunted him when his soul was young having never been stained in the dark. He even offered a coy grin as he stated, “That would ruin the picture. You have to wait for it to be done.”
Hound smiled the rest of the day because Sunstreaker had smiled and he just couldn’t wait to see the portrait that displayed all of a forgotten soul’s emotions.
…
Later that evening, when the day was done, Sunstreaker’s spark gave a nasty throb and the mech was forced to roll over in his berth and sigh. Painting for Hound had released some of his tension, but Ratchet’s words were still worrying him. He knew his spark was stressed and he knew it was all the sparkling’s fault. If it was because he kept denying it or because it’s very creation had exhausted his spark, he didn’t know.
Didn’t care.
It had to go.
Frag, that damn cat said Soundwave would help him. He didn’t know how long it would take before it started showing, but one thing was for sure… He needed to get a hold of Soundwave, but the only number he had was Megatron’s.
His valve gave a throb at the thought.
Frag, he should be freaking out yet here he was … horny. Biting his lip, wondering if he should put his streatcher stick in and rut around on his berth, careful not to wake his roommate… the mech slowly got up and considered reaching toward the bedside stand where he kept his streatcher only to stall.
He … wanted the real thing and Megatron did want to see him. It was also late and no one was stalking him like they were Sideswipe.
He could just wander off and … make love… to. N-no. he had to get rid of this problem first. He needed that cat-former to get back to him. If Megatron found out he was carrying, he’s probably rip it out himself. Yes, a part of him believed that Megatron had meant what he said that night in the desert … that he would never hurt him.
But … had his words figured in a sparkling?
Probably not.
Male pregnancies were so rare.
Biting his lip as his valve twitched in want again, Sunstreaker decided that … it was time to call that number. He had heard some of the human males joking about it once and it was a way he could have Megatron without actually touching him. Looking back at Hound, the mech dead in recharge, the yellow mech grabbed his stretcher and subspaced it as well as a rag.
He knew a nice quiet place in the Ark that was more mountain than ship where he could … pleasure himself as he spoke to the mech he was going to imagine was inside him.
Jogging down the halls, making it seem to others that he was heading for a midnight snack though in the end he merely skipped the rec. room, he got to a part of the ship that had stalagmites. Looking around, knowing full well that Red Alert was probably wondering what he was doing in this part of the ship if he was on shift, Sunstreaker decided he didn’t care and slipped into a stone groove between the metal of the ship … and the mountain. It took some ducking and a few twists and turns but finally the mech found himself alone. It was a cave that had formed given time and calcium and had a smooth cool portion of floor … perfect for lying down on and fucking oneself.
He did not want someone walking in on his again, masturbating again like Sideswipe had with Jazz.
Lying down, Sunstreaker was quick to pop his cod piece, smiling almost wickedly as he started fiddling with himself. First, he reached for his still partially limp spike and started running his hand over the tip, shivering as he waited for the other to reply to his hails. Frag, why was he so horny? He was Heavy. He should he bawling in the shower, not jacking off in a cave. Frag, whatever, he needed that Cat to uphold her part of the deal and tell her Master he had a problem that needed to be dealt with.
But he didn’t want to think of that now. He just needed to frag himself… something he might have to do on his onesy if Megatron didn’t answer.
Taking in a deep vent of air he spread his legs farther, dipping one finger into his valve whenever his cock pumping brought his hand down towards the base. Ugh, he wanted to stick it in Megatron so bad. He wanted to tie that tyrant to a berth and just take his valve. He wanted Megatron to moan for his spike.
Moaning at the thought of having Megatron’s valve he almost jumped when Megatron finally picked up.
“Its fraggen late… I was sure you got this number a day ago,” grumbled the warlord, probably waken from his recharge.
Chuckling, not the least bit turned off by the other’s gruff mood, the younger mech smiled as he began the game, his cock hard now as he flipped his equipment, dipping fingers in. He was going to ride that streatcher into the floor as he pumped his cock. He wanted to spew his cum everywhere and feel his fluids pool on the stone floor… but first he needed some more stimulation.
“So tell me Megatron… what are you wearing?” said Sunstreaker, smiling slightly as he imaged Megatron looking down at himself. Uh, his valve wanted that grey body.
Megatron, looking down at his form, frowned and stated, “My usual grey armor, if you call that wearing anything… Did you fall and hit your head or something?”
“I-I figured. Uh, I want that grey body so bad, my valve does. Will you touch it for me?” murmured Sunstreaker as he reenacted one of the phone chick’s he called up that offered phone sex as a service. They had been different species but Sideswipe had dared him to do it and then tell the femme to call him back… on Prowl’s comm. link. Listening to the audio later as Prowl crashed… it had made him hot.
“Okay … what’s wrong with you,” said the warlord as he sat up on his berth, confusion all over his face. Maybe he had fragged the poor Bot to hard last time.
“Nothing, just super hot. I’m in horny and my tight little port is just shivering for you. Uh, I’ll stick a few fingers in, mmmm. I wish they were you, oooh. I-is your cock getting hard for me?”
“If you keep talking like that, yes,” growled the warlord, already feeling a tightness under his cod piece.
Smiling coyly, his valve shivering in want, Sunstreaker cooed, “Oooh, uh, will you push it into my tight little hole.”
Lip twitching in irritation at the ridiculousness of this conversation, Megatron growled, “Perhaps if I was anywhere near you. Why are you taunting me? I will attack your base just to frag you if you keep this up!”
Laughing, fluid starting to drip in his vavle, the yellow bot purred, “Oooh, controlling. Are you going to punish me? Are you going to hold me down and fuck my … what’s the human word equivalent… my pussy-like hole?”
Teeth bared, confusion pressing into his helm, Megatron barked, “What does this have to do with a human feline? Do you want Ravage to hear this?”
Sunstreaker, finally slapped himself in the head, unable to keep himself stimulated with Megatron’s lack of grace in the subject of phone sex. Some mech’s just didn’t have it he supposed. Pulling his fingers out of his dampening hole, he stated, “Screw this… Megatron, I’m horny! I can’t have you right now, so I at least want you to help me get off!”
His words echoed and if Megatron didn’t suddenly start laughing heartily on the other side of the line, Sunstreaker might have worried that someone had heard him if Megatron hadn’t caught on, purring, “Oh… it’s that kind of call, huh? Why didn’t you say so in the beginning? Then… let me start off by … pinning you down.”
Blushing, though he knew the other couldn’t see him, he murmured, “W-why can’t I be on the top?”
Chuckling, his hand slowly reaching for his cod piece, Megatron laid down and offlined his optics as he continued, “Hmm, alright. Come here… my cock … uh… yeah, it’s getting hard just at the thought of you.”
Megatron grunted as he started teasing the tip of his spike, only to gasp at how quickly it popped up. Frag, he was already hard. What was up with his systems lately? J-just thinking of his Autobot made him horny. Maybe he should reconsider the idea of just taking the Autobot as a sex slave, but … with the way things were going he would rather have an accepting consort instead. A willing one to keep his berth warm and maybe one day … join him in battle, a wonderful thought.
He would make the Autobot see his point of view.
And be his.
Frag, that thought alone made him harder that frag, his spike getting stiffer. He moaned, the idea of taking that lovely aft night and night was scrumptious and he couldn’t help but whisper, “Uh, it’s getting hard for you, my little Autobot. If you want to be on top then, ride me. Ride my hard rod.”
Blinking, vents shallow, he nodded and murmured, “I-if you insist. J-just let me straddle you.”
Opening his subspace, he took out the stretcher and swallowed. It really was big, but he wanted something in his hole. Lip bit, Sunstreaker slowly started pushing it in his valve but there wasn’t enough lube yet. He grunted in frustration, not wanting to hurt himself, the yellow mech murmuring, “Ooh, I’m still not wet enough, but uh… I can see your spike. L-let me get you wet.”
Lifting what was supposed to be a medical tool up to his mouth, Sunstreaker testingly licked the tip of it, murmuring, ”I-I’ve never given anyone a blow job before. T-they kind of … disgust me, but I want to taste you. I-I’m going to lick your spike.”
Offlining his optics, mouth opening gingerly towards the tool, he took the head into his mouth and started sucking. Megatron heard a wet sound and arched his hips, murmuring, “Oh, you started sucking me, didn’t you? Uh, this will be good practice for you. Now …open your jaw farther and take me deeper. Uh, frag.”
Megatron started pinched the head of his tool, moving downward as if there was a wet mouth on it, he groaned, moving his hand faster, “Y-yes, yes. Faster, move faster, swallow me whole.”
Sunstreaker was pumping it into his mouth trying to get deeper though not deep enough to gag. Then, pressing in as deep as he could, knowing that he wanted the whole thing in him and that it needed to be wet. He got the tool about three-fourths down his throat … and gagged.
Megatron, hearing the sound, onlined his optics and purred, “Shhh, don’t choke yourself. Come now, straddle me… What are you sucking on by the way?”
Gagging as he pulled the thing out of his mouth dripping oral fluid, Sunny choked, “Your stand-in… he might even be bigger than you.”
Frowning, jealousy peeking under his armor, the warlord promised the other mech a quick death as he growled, “Who? It better be you brother because …”
He didn’t want to say jealous, so he whispered, “I don’t want anyone hurting you.” When he really wanted to say he didn’t want anyone he didn’t approve of touching his little lover-bot.
Smiling, hearing the growl in the other’s voice, Sunstreaker murmured, “Oh, don’t be jealous. You’ll get to meet your replacement soon enough. You’ll love him… he’s big and thick … and wouldn’t mind if I left him hard in a drawer for a week.”
Optics becoming wide, the lord laughed, catching on. Huskily asking, “Bigger than me, huh? Well, you’ll have to introduce us later.”
Smiling, placing the wet dildo on the floor he murmured, “So … Are you hard for me?”
“Just … uh, get around my width. It misses your valve,” Megatron pinched his tool, moaning.
“My cock misses your valve as well,” purred Sunstreaker got on his knees and slowly got over the toy, whimpering as he slowly started to ease down, “Uh, god … I should use this thing more e-even though Ratchet s-said it wasn’t a toy. I-its so big. I-it hurts but it’s so good. Uh … Primus.”
Mind picturing the little Autobot throwing his head back as he was impaled made the warlord cry out as he squeezed his cock as hard as he could as if a tight valve was pressing over it.
Sunny moaned out, his valve slowly eating the dubbed-toy as he slid his legs farther and farther apart so he would slide down on the streatcher. Bucking, trying to make it feel good, Sunny whimpering, “Uh, uh… I’m so tight and i-it. I want your hot cock, frag! Frag!”
“Buck! Up and down, I want your mass, now move!” barked Megatron, his hand starting to move up and down as he imagined Sunstreaker lifting himself up and coming back down.
Not wanting to lose the illusion he was on Megatron’s cock, one hand balancing him as the other moved towards his own personal cock to pump it, the Lamborghini lifted himself up and then came down, whimpering, “Uh, uh… God, Primus, why am I so-so close already? I-it’s not going to take long. Oh, uh … Megatron. I want you so bad.”
Moving his hand faster, head falling back as he enjoyed the sound of Sunstreaker’s breathy vents through the communication feed, Megatron started shifting his hips wishing that Sunstreaker’s thinner hips were on top of his. His voice was husky as he replied, “T-that’s why I had Soundwave g-give you this communication line … I’ve been hard for days it seems and I can’t stop wanting my length inside you… cumming in you until you are so full it feels like your are going to burst inside.”
Moaning at the idea of hot cum spilling into him, something he hadn’t really care for in the past but was now pushing him closer to the edge, Sunny nodded, “I-I like that idea. Ugh, I’m-m getting closer. I-I have to pick up the pace.”
Biting his lip, hand moving faster on his own cock as he tried to multi-task on riding his dildo, fluids falling to the ground, moaning Sunny added, “P-please … We have to meet. We have to fuck … and my … my spark needs to be s-stabilized.”
Sunny immediately regretted his desperate words. He needed to stay away from Megatron’s spark until after the abortion, but he … he wanted the other so bad that it just popped out of his mouth.
Frowning, not liking the idea that his lover’s spark might be suffering, Megatron growled, “Then we must do something about it… This morning, before the sin rises. I don’t want you hurting. Now ride my cock. Faster, faster. Yes, yes, ugh… I love your little valve and how it lubes.”
Head bobbing, nodding, Sunstreaker felt his own cock getting really hard, painfully so and his valve tingled as he choked, “Yes, yes, yes. Primus, I’m getting so tight. I want the real thing. T-tonight. Please!”
Panting almost so hard he wanted to cry in want for release, Megatron whispered in an alluring voice, “Then come for me … the quicker we come… the quicker we can come together again.”
Sunstreaker, hearing that strong husky voice just for him, came, his cock spewing hot nanites into the air before splattering onto the cold stone, his voice whimpering, “I’m coming, I’m coming… ugh, my hot spike.”
Then, Megatron, going stiff, came as well, hot cum spilling between his thighs and over his hand and over his berth, his spike spurting even harder when Sunny whimpered again, choking, “M-my valve is now… Ugh … Oh Primus! It’s coming, ugh, its so … painful b-but good. Oh Megatron.”
Then, cum between his leg, staring at the soft glow that nanites gave off when they were still fresh from the host, Megatron asked, “So … how long before you can stand. I have some coordinates where we should meet.”
Still panting, last of his fluid coming into a puddle of nanites as his valve continued to suck at his make-shift dildo, the younger mech chuckled, “G-give me a minute.”
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