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Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Written for TFADinobot64.

Title: Choice
Pairing: Grimlock/Swoop; implied Grimlock/Blackarachnia
Rating: PG
Warnings: implied het, slash
Summary: Grimlock has a choice to make.

Grimlock transformed out of beast mode as he entered a cave, shaking off the snow collected on his helm and shoulders. He hated everything about winter, especially the biting cold. The only good thing was finding a warm body to snuggle with to fight off the chill in the air. He found the perfect companion huddled in a mass of blankets a few feet away: Swoop. Crawling into the downy mass, Grimlock gently grabbed Swoop by the hips, rolling the flier over and closer until they were face to face. Swoop slowly woke and stared at Grimlock with a blank expression, body going rigid when the t-rex ran a servo over his backside.

“What’s Grimlock doing?” Swoop snarled, squirming in the larger mech’s hold.

“Grimlock cold,” the t-rex replied, growing agitated from the flier’s struggling. “What’s wrong with Swoop? Grimlock and Swoop share warmth before.”

“Go share warmth with spider-lady,” Swoop growled.

“Spider-lady not here,” Grimlock growled back.

Swoop’s faceplates twisted in rage. “Swoop will bot be used as replacement for spider-lady!” He tore away from Grimlock. “Once spider-lady returns Grimlock will forget about Swoop!”

Grimlock huffed, “Swoop rambling nonsense.”

“Swoop is not cheap interface!” Swoop spat, standing up. “Grimlock need to choose spider-lady or me, Swoop! Grimlock can’t have both!”

Grimlock watched as Swoop transformed and flew out of the cave, disappearing into the night. This was new and odd behavior for the flier. Grimlock felt his processor ache from the confusing emotions running through him. He wanted to chase Swoop down and shake some sense into the flier, and yet, he also wanted to hold and kiss the flier senseless. He hated to admit it, but Swoop was right. He had a choice to make.

Title: Courtship
Pairing: Grimlock/Swoop
Rating: G
Warnings: slash
Summary: Courtship is never smooth.

Grimlock struggled to keep his helm above the water as he swam back toward his island home, pedes kicking wildly as he held a drum of oil under each arm, even gently holding another in his massive jaws. He grunted as chucks of ice floated into the back of his helm, creating a splitting pain. He clenched his dentals and whipped his helm around, shoving the ice away, groaning when oil spurted from the busted barrel in his mouth. He spat the barrel away and cursed. It had taken two hours to seal the barrels without alerting any humans. Normally, he loved the sight of humans fleeing in terror, but he knew such an action would bring unwanted attention. He was more concerned with getting his precious cargo back to the island and giving it to Swoop as a gift, hoping it would help him woo the moody flier.

“Gahh!” Grimlock screamed.

Another chunk of ice struck him, and he smashed the ice to pieces with his servo. Unfortunately, the action also smashed the barrel to bits, oil spilling into the water. Letting out another curse, Grimlock continued swimming until he finally reached the island. He raced off into the forest, following Swoop’s scent until he found the flier perched in a tree.

“Me, Grimlock, bring Swoop gift,” Grimlock stated, holding up the oil drum.

Swoop tilted his helm and blinked. “Why did Grimlock bring Swoop empty barrel?”

Grimlock gazed at the oil drum, body drooping in defeat. There was a crack in the barrel, and an oil trail on the ground led back out toward the water.

Swoop flew down from the tree and cupped Grimlock’s cheek. “Swoop appreciates the effort.”

Grimlock shuddered as Swoop placed a gentle kiss on his jaw. The courtship attempt wasn’t a failure. He was on his way to winning Swoop back.

Title: Intertwine
Pairing: Grimlock/Swoop
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, slash, sticky
Summary: Swoop comes back to Grimlock.

A shiver ran down Grimlock’s spinal strut as he burrowed into a mass of blankets. He was spending another night alone in the cave and uncertain of Swoop’s whereabouts. Even after a month of courtship, Swoop still refused to share the cave with him. Letting out a sad sigh, Grimlock dozed off, waking a few hours later when warmth spread over his chassis and hips. Visor flickering back online, he found Swoop snuggling into him.

“Does Grimlock want Swoop to leave?” Swoop asked.

“No!” Grimlock quickly replied, latching onto the Swoop, terrified that the flier would leave him again. “Stay with Grimlock…please?”

Swoop’s optics widened, surprised that “please” was a part of the larger mech’s vocabulary. “Swoop stay with Grimlock.”

Enclosing Swoop in his massive arms, Grimlock pulled the flier tighter against him. Swoop tugged a few blankets over them before relaxing in Grimlock’s embrace, nuzzling the larger mech’s jaw, trailing down to nip and lick the supple metal on the t-rex’s neck.

“Swoop miss Grimlock,” Swoop murmured.

“Grimlock miss Swoop more,” Grimlock whimpered. “Grimlock so lonely…and cold.” His face flashed with an intensity of emotion. “Swoop stay with Grimlock forever. Swoop never leave again or Grimlock hunt Swoop down and drag Swoop back.”

Swoop laughed and continued nibbling Grimlock’s neck cables, dipping his servo down to the larger mech’s heated pelvic armor, rubbing insistently at the metal covering. Grimlock groaned in lust as he retracted the plating, relieving the growing ache of his straining cable, gritting his dentals when Swoop’s fingers delicately played with the sensitive head, lubricant collecting on the tips of the flier’s digits. Moaning in bliss as Swoop’s nimble fingers continued exploring his length, Grimlock reached around to cup the flier’s backside, finding the smaller mech’s plating all ready opened, port wet with arousal. Gently, Grimlock eased a finger inside, causing Swoop to tremble and hiss. Over a month had passed since their last coupling, and Swoop’s passage was like a vice. Grimlock would have to be gentle. Rough interfacing would have to come at another time if the flier was willing.

“M--More,” Swoop whimpered, grinding his aft into Grimlock’s servo.

Carefully, Grimlock added another finger, scissoring the tight passage, pushing deeper to stimulate a hidden sensor node, eliciting a sharp cry from Swoop. The flier bucked and wailed as a third then a fourth digit stretched open his port.

“Now! Now! Swoop want Grimlock now!” Swoop yelled, reaching around to yank Grimlock’s servo away.

Hooking Swoop’s leg over his hip, Grimlock guided his cable to the flier’s port, watching the smaller mech’s faceplates for signs of pain as he slowly entered. Pleasure was etched over Swoop’s faceplates, and he screamed in ecstasy as Grimlock pushed deeper, spreading him wide open, massaging his internal wiring.

“A--Ah! Aha! D--Deeper!” Swoop shouted.

Snarling, Grimlock pushed until he was buried to the hilt, amazed that the smaller mech could handle all of his girth. He pulled out and slowly thrust back in, screaming as Swoop’s passage clenched around him.

“Swoop so tight! Ngh! Swoop amazing!” Grimlock snarled, leaning in to lick the flier’s neck and shoulders.

Giving Grimlock a wicked smirk, Swoop shoved the t-rex onto his back, straddling the mech’s hips, riding the larger mech’s length, throwing his helm back with a sensual moan. The erotic sight made Grimlock froth at the mouth, and he grabbed Swoop’s hips, helping to guide the flier up and down, eventually moving his servos up fondle the flier’s chassis.

“Oh! Grimlock so big!” Swoop wailed. “Swoop close! Help Swoop!”

Grimlock wrapped his servo around Swoop’s twitching cable, pumping fast as he increased the tempo of his upward thrusts. “Swoop beautiful! Swoop belongs to Grimlock! Swoop Grimlock’s mate!”

“Y--Yes! Yes! Yes!” Swoop screamed, slamming his aft back down. “Grimlock Swoop’s mate!”

Overload ripped through both mechs, and the cave echoed with their pleasure filled screams and curses. Swoop collapsed on top of Grimlock, panting and shivering as the larger mech laved and nipped the crest over his helm.

“Swoop belongs to Grimlock,” the t-rex repeated, possessively holding the smaller mech.

“Yes, yes,” Swoop chuckled, starting to drift off into recharge. “Swoop stay with Grimlock forever.”

Warm and satiated, Grimlock fell into recharge, lulled by the gentle sounds of Swoop’s intakes.

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