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Please, won't you be my neighbor?	By : YoruHana Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 2575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Animated, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Only the demented plot, what there is, is mine.

Chapter List
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Pairing: it's a surprise
Rating: M
Words: 2,178
Chapter includes: a slight creep factor, older bots having sex and loving it, swearing, slash, and all three of sticky, spark and plugN'play
Disclaimer: Only the demented plot, what there is, is mine
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The view screen next to the door flicked on showing Camshaft with Boltcrank poking his head over his twin's shoulder.
"Kup!" The screen flicked off and the door quickly opened. Kup was immediately pulled in by the two carbots who ran concerned servos all around his frame. When they found nothing wrong they kept hold of him and pulled him to sit on their couch.
Boltcrank started nuzzling into his shoulder joint from behind while Camshaft talked, "It's wonderful to see you, we missed you!"
"I live next door ta you and you saw me only last sol.", Kup grumbled while basking in the attention. He loved the gentle touches and the feeling of genuine care on his old, worn frame.
He was pretty sure they passed information around the building about him since each one seemed to know what he liked. Admittedly, it had bothered him at first once he figured it out. He actually sat one of the first ones he'd slept with, a part-time waiterbot part-time bartender who worked for Hardspark named Flairshaft, down to growl about it. But what Flairshaft said back to him had pulled him up short. It was like with Slickgrip. They appreciated him, thought he was hot, and wanted to be the best lovers they could be for him. They didn't talk to anyone they weren't sure he'd already berthed, and never outside of the neighborhood.
He refused to sleep with any of them for a time while he investigated. There were no rumors on the message boards. No gossip about him in the halls, either with the other apartment residents or at Autobot headquarters (other then his unusually good mood seemed to have broken). No hint of scandal over his looseness, or comments on his facing habits or prowess. After a stellar cycle of self-induced celibacy he decided to just enjoy it.
Times like this made him glad he did.
Regretfully pulling himself a little away from Boltcrank, he got to why he was there.
"If you have time I'd like you ta check on my spark. It's been feeling funny lately. Not like a virus, but like it's trying ta sync with another bot's or something. Even though I haven't been exclusive with anybot. I had an appointment with my regular medic, but that was slagged due to my shift running over, and I can't get in again for a while."
Camshaft pulled a concerned look and, though he couldn't see him, Kup would put credits on Boltcrank having the same look. Standing up, and again leading him bodily around, the two pulled him to their makeshift clinic.
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Disconnecting the datapad from Kup's arm port Boltcrank leaned back while Camshaft put the rest of the equipment way. Gesturing that Kup could close his plates, which he did, locking instinctively, Boltcrank said what he knew, "I don't see anything wrong with your spark or systems. Obviously, a spark won't start resonating with the frequencies of another unless they share sparks exclusively with each other, with rare exceptions. Such as spark twins or if protocols for a trine-bond have been put into place. Creating that resonance takes some time, usually at least a decavorn or two. Sometimes longer, sometimes shorter depending on how different they were to begin with."Handing the datapad off to Camshaft he continued, "Resonation has two purposes, it allows a sparkbond to form if the code is activated, and allows for sparking as one spark starts taking the energy from the other more easily. I know you know this already. This is all information everyone is taught." Boltcrank paused as Kup nodded. It was stuff that sparklings were taught before they reached youngling stage and got curious about their own systems and frames. The last thing anyone wanted was a youngling with a sparkling or a bond. Most sparkling's creators even code locked their creations to prevent that problem just in case.
Coming back over by the two of them Camshaft picked up where his twin left off. "There's nothing wrong with your systems or spark that we could see, and your programming looks normal. What could be happening is, well, you're an older bot. Your systems might be trying to make it easier to bond to a bot someday. As long as you don't activate your bonding protocols you'll be fine. Even then, as long as the other bot doesn't activate their own protocols nothing should happen. It's an unusual situation, but it won't harm you. Or anybot you're with. In fact," Camshaft grinned at him, "if anything it should make it feel even better for both since the sparks will exchange charge more easily."
Kup felt Boltcrank slip behind him again and turned his helm to look over his shoulder at him. Boltcrank just smirked at him. Raising an optical ridge at him Kup turned forward again amused. "And I suppose you want ta demonstrate this."
Camshaft's grin turned into a smirk to match his twin's. "Of course. It would be remiss not to, but maybe we should move to a room with a proper berth in it instead of an examination table." Camshaft wrapped his arms around Kup's neck and kissed him while Boltcrank laved the back of his neck and spinal strut with his glossa and peppered him with little kisses. Still kissing him they led him forward, out of the room, and into the room next door. Their berthroom.
Letting go of Kup, Boltcrank knelt back against the head of the berth, back plates to the wall, and pulled Kup into his lap kissing him deeply. Camshaft pressed against Kup's back, revved his engine and nipped on Kup's back tires. Arching into Camshaft and groaning into the kiss, Kup writhed between them. As the twins started petting and stroking his frame he tried to bring his arms up to reciprocate, only for them to be pinned to his sides by Camshaft's own. He pulled beck from the kiss and uttered a confused "Wha-?" but was stopped mid-word by Boltcrank placing a finger over his lip plates.
"This is all about you tonight, only you." Removing his finger Boltcrank stole another kiss, then turned Kup around to face his brother, legs splayed on either side of Boltcrank's knees. Once he was steady he started playing with Kup's back kibble with his glossa and sliding his fingers up and down Kup's sparkplates, lightly scratching at the black glass. Camshaft kissed away the gasp Kup let out, then kissed down Kup's chest, past Boltcrank's groping fingers, to Kup's lower interfacing panel.
Making a pleased noise, he started lapping at the panel, tracing the edges. Whimpering Kup opened his panel, lubricant already starting to drip out of him in anticipation, spike practically slamming out of it's housing he deployed it so quickly. Desperately he moved his hips trying to drive himself onto that teasing glossa just out of reach, but Boltcrank restrained him.
Kup wriggled trying to get his servos free, wanting to put them on the back of Camshaft's helm as he started licking his valve. They were just short little licks that only drove his desire higher. He started cursing as Camshaft drove his glossa in a few times only to stop and go back to the small licks. Moving up Camshaft gave a few small licks and kisses to Kup's bobbing, leaking spike. He hummed happily at the taste of the fluid, the small vibrations only making Kup's wriggling worse. He moved away when Kup managed to thrust his hips, only to return and give a few last licks and a suck to the tip before he started moving up Kup's frame again.
Camshaft finally stopped only when he reached one of Kup's audio. "Shhh, just relax. Let us take care of you."
Boltcrank whispered into the other one, "Just trust us."
Pulling back Camshaft observed Kup faceplates. With oral secretions slicking out the side of his mouth, optics misted with a combination of cleanser and desire, Kup was the image of want. Kup let out little shuttered pants as he took in Camshaft's own face, chin still dripping with blue lubricant, lips painted with silvery purple transfluid. It made his optics flash as more charge pumped though him.
Licking his lips clean Camshaft lowered his helm to Kup's sparkplates and started tracing abstract patterns on the glass and metal using his glossa, using his servos to tap out a random rhythm on the elite guard symbol decorating the center of his chassis. Occasionally one moved, slipping into seams to play with wires. With a small groan he muffled into Kup's shoulder, Boltcrank moved his own servos to Kup's hips to hold him against him as he opened his lower interfacing panel and deployed his spike up between Kup's thighs.
Sifting his hips in little circles Boltcrank ground the top of his spike back and forth over Kup's valve opening. Camshaft's servos came down and helped lift Kup up a bit, while Kup clutched at Camshaft's helm with his now free servos as he continued his licking. Boltcrank used his own servos to move Kup's hips around, tracing the entrance. Testing the slipperiness with his spike tip.
Finding it to his liking he positioned himself, then with no more warning then that, drove himself upward at the same time as his twin pressed Kup's hips downward. Seating him inside Kup with a hard clang. A sharp keen broke free of Kup's vocalizer as he clutched at Camshaft's back and what he could reach of Boltcrank's neck cabling, fingers scrabbling.
Gasping words into his audio about how tight and fragging perfect Kup felt around him, Boltcrank started a bouncing rhythm.
Tracing the edges of his windshield glass Camshaft leaned in, careful not to knock his helm against Kup's, and whispered, "Unlock for us. Let us show you how nice it can be, how wonderful that syncing of our sparks can make you feel " At the sound of the click Camshaft brought his servos up and manually pulled open Kup's plates. Still bouncing Kup on his lap, Boltcrank moved his own up and helped before returning supporting Kup. With a groan Camshaft looked in at the older bot's spark, it always looked so good. He wanted to spend several joor just licking it.... Shaking himself he focused.
Snapping open his locks he opened his own sparkplates and interfacing panel. Deploying his spike, he slipped his finger into his own sopping valve for lubricants. Shifting to bringing himself closer, Camshaft placed his spike along side Kup's and used his collected lubricant to slick the two. Once they were slippery enough he removed his servo and moved his hips in counterpoint to his twin's thrusts.
Slipping a servo inside the open plates infront of him, Camshaft unspooled a single cable and licked it. "You'd probably love it if I connected this, wouldn't you?", he brought it down his chest and dragged it though the charge of his swollen spark, "But I'm not going to, all this charge is for you. All about you, remember?" Camshaft leaned forward and kissed Kup, then connected the cable into one of Kup's own cable bay ports.
Kup was mindless, jerking his hips, trying to get more. He couldn't think, the charge building, cycling back to him along his own cable, with no escape. All he could do was bite a finger to try to ground himself. The feel of the large, hard spike stretching him lighting up sensors, the motion of the other spike sliding along his with just too little pressure, it was both too much and not enough. The sudden touch of servos on his shoulders and a spark grinding up against his was almost his undoing. The sound of sparkplates opening behind him and a spark grinding on his back was.
Screaming Kup started to spasm, spark crackling. Transfluid splashed up Kup's abdomen making Camshaft's spike slip along his plating and smear it in wide streaks. Camshaft himself gasped as charge jumped from Kup's spark to his, making him lose control. Grinding forward so hard paint transferred a cry started up in his own vocalizer only to go to static as overload hit. His transfluid splashed onto Kup's chassis, each post overload thrust against the truckbot mixing it further with Kup's own.
Collapsing onto his back Camshaft watched Boltcrank hold himself back though the clenching of Kup's valve, slamming up in hard grinding pushes, his vents straining to cycle enough air. When Kup slumped back against Boltcrank he finally let go of his restraint, hammering up while he rubbed his spark on Kup's tires. With a grunt he rode out his overload, spark charge and transfluid emptying into Kup's frame.
Once the tension drained from him Boltcrank gently pulled out, and in unison he and Camshaft arranged Kup's passed out form between them. Meeting each other's optics they traded far too pleased looks, then they snuggled in and settled into recharge.
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