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Past Imperfection	By : fishbub Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 1562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cold Fire
by rumblebee25

The triple changer lead his companion to an old hangar with rented quarters. Credits went far in this district and he had a private room with thicker walls. A window let in orange light mixed flashes of red, creating harsh shadows. The place was dingy and vacant except for a large berth and the little sports alt. Lockdown’s black plating reflected curves of orange and his striped slender face glowed like flames. He smiled, his optics glowing in the darkness.

Stark white stripes lined his lean black body, his slender shoulders and chest tapered down to slim waist and hips. The curves of his aft and thighs mimicked the smooth lines of his alt form. Random grinned, thrilled that this pretty little thing wanted to play and he reached for him. His fields flared wildly when the small black and white mech suddenly pushed him against the wall. Lockdown didn’t say anything and went down on his knees, his hands framing Blitzwing’s groin. The panels pulled back and Blitzwing’s jack rose at the sport’s car’s touch.

Lockdown kissed the jet’s thighs and his glossa left wet, cool trails. The sports alt gripped the long slender jack and kissed the tip before his soft lips wrapped around it. His warm wet mouth was a pleasant shock and his little glossa tapped the jack, almost buzzing when it came in contact. Blitzwing whimpered as the pretty mech worked, optics closed as he set up a rhythm.

His jack was sucked and loved thoroughly as Lockdown’s glossa flicked at the underside and around it. This sinful little mech carried a charge in his mouth, treating the stiff uplink like it was solid energon and he wanted every lick. The triple changer groaned and put his hand on the back of Lockdown’s head, watching his jack slid in and out.

Unfortunately he overloaded when the sports alt rubbed his thumbs against the base and flicked his tongue. His hips jerked as climax spread from his jack, down his thighs and up through his torso. Lockdown continued to suck until all the spill was cleaned up, sending aftershocks through the triple changer. It was over that quick and Blitzwing’s face burned with shame. Even he knew that meant. No stamina at all.

The little sports alt didn’t laugh at this. Instead he purred, his motor rumbling as he looked up at Blitzwing. Kneeling in front him the sports alt panted, optics glowing brighter and his jack was erect, obscenely huge for his small build. Delicious tremors still rolled through the triple changer’s neural system and he was almost weak to stand.

“Sit down, Blitz. We’re not finished yet,” Lockdown said, looking too cute and innocent for this. Knees knocking, the triple changer sat down on the bed and the little sports car climbed on his lap.

“Well, that was a first,” Random laughed softly, “But it didn’t do much for you.”

“Oh, you’ll do something for me,” the sports alt said, “I never been with someone my own age. Kinda nice.”

“So you don’t mind all this?” Icy asked and rubbed his chin, self conscious of his personas.

“Mind what? The accent?”

“No!” Angry sputtered as Lockdown stared him. Really, really stared.

“Oh, you mean the smiley face or the visor?” Lockdown asked, reaching out to touch Blitzwing’s face. That was too intimate and Angry huffed.

“Do you have to be so curious and touchy?”

“Yeah, I do,” the sports alt said and kissed him, opening his mouth. That threw the triple changer off for a klik but he relaxed and did the same, whimpering when their glossa met and slid against each other. Angry did not want to stop kissing, making his other personas wait. When the kiss ended, the sport alt rested his hands on the larger mech’s shoulders. Woozy from the internal battle for control, Random giggled and grinned at his
companion.

“Ooh, that was dizzying!” he said, “You kiss like fire.”

“That bad, huh.”

“No, no!” Angry said as gently possible, “Fire, ice, explosions, you rank right up
there with all of those.”

“Oh,” Lockdown said, “Wanna save the kissing for after?”

“That would be best,” Icy said with a nod. The sport alt put one arm around his companion’s neck, his other hand gripping one the triple changer’s shoulder cannons.

“You can touch me you know,” the sport alt teased.

“Oh right! Usually they tell me not to touch,” Random laughed.

Blitzwing put his hands around the slender mech‘s waist, his fingers lingering the
hip wheels. He kissed the sports alt's left audio receptor before moving down to his throat, desperate to touch and taste as much of Lockdown as possible. He ran his tongue over Lockdown’s chest, feeling scratches on the spark chamber panel. The sports alt stiffened, going rigid until Blitzwing moved away from there. Then his jack was gripped and Lockdown stroked him off. Shuddering the triple changer was completely at the small mech’s mercy.

The young triple changer put one hand on the back of Lockdown’s neck and cupped his
face. Liking that, the striped mech leaned into the touch, his hands reaching and gripping the triple changer’s thrusters. His fingers tickled and teased at the same time. Random’s giggles and jagged grin gave way to curiosity.

“What should I do now?”

“So I’m really gonna have to do all the work? You‘re just lucky you‘re cute,” the
striped mech said with a pout.

Turning his wrist up, Lockdown unsnapped a compartment on his forearm and took out a small bottle. He smirked at Blitzwing and said, “We could do this the other way but for now, just sit still and listen to my directions.”

The little sports alt poured a clear thick gel into his palm and took hold of Blitzwing’s jack, nearly giving the ’Con a spark attack and sending him into a tizzy. The triple changer jerked his hips, his over stimulated sensors throbbed as Lockdown coated the stiff uplink thoroughly.

“Okay, my turn,” the striped mech said. Blitzwing just nodded, incapable of words
at this point.

The little sports alt lifted up and poured more of the gel in his palm then put the bottle on the bed. He coated his slender fingers and he reached down between his legs and up under his jack. There was a slight click of his armor sliding back. Lockdown made a soft moan of pleasure and bit his lip as he worked his fingers inside his exhaust, hips rolling seductively. That’s when it dawned on Blitzwing that a sexy little racer was on his lap performing just for him.

“You are-”

“Pure-”

“Evil!” Random exclaimed tracing the white stripes on Lockdown‘s neck, “Be mine.”

“Sorry, you can’t afford me,” the little mech teased and he lifted up.

Taking Blitzwing’s jack, he guided the tip to the cleft of his aft. The triple changer didn’t dare move as his jack pushed into a slick little opening. Pleasure coursed through his uplink and was almost painful until he sank in deeper. Lockdown’s body slowly took it in before rising up slightly and then back down, relaxing a little more each time. The triple changer grunted as his jack was squeezed, his sensors pulsing from the sports alt’s signal.

Lockdown braced his hands on Blitzwing’s thighs and sat down, until the uplink went in completely. His own evilly large jack already wet at the tip and vividly framed by the white paint of his groin and lower torso/

“Let me get used to you first,” the striped mech purred, his purple optics half closed and a blush on his cheeks, “Hey, you don’t mind if I brace myself? Big mechs make me nervous and I wanna control how you go in.”

“No, that’s…ah! It…it’s…uh, fine!” Angry said, his voice cracking while his neural grids and spark blazed in anticipation. If he hadn’t just climaxed, he would overload right now since Lockdown was wiggling and getting comfortable.

“Thanks. You‘re a real sweetie,” the little mech grinned and he winked.

Random smiled lazily, growling low as he caressed the lean striped mech on his lap. His jack was in this little racer, making him groan and work his hips. That sweet signal pulsed harder as Lockdown settled into leisurely rhythm.

“Kiss me,” Icy asked, wanting that sinful little glossa. The striped mech smiled, his optics never left triple changer’s. When he leaned in for a kiss, Blitzwing opened his mouth and their glossa touched, lips meeting. Another connect made, as he tried to take all he could of his companion’s signal.

Holding the smaller mech like he’d break, the triple changer groaned at the first spike in his companion’s energy signature. His jack throbbed as the sensations eased in a manageable current and he touched the sleek racer from shoulders to the hips wheels. His fields pushed into Lockdown and the slender mech arched, thrusting his jack forward. Blitzwing reached the shaft and its signal tapped at his fingers as he stroked it.

“Move your hips, nice and slow, ” the striped mech purred, his lip curling into a snarl.

With a grunt, Blitzwing bucked like the sports alt wanted and they both moaned from slippery friction. He cupped his lover’s aft and thrust a little faster. The sports alt revved his little motor, his body trembling and knees shaking. Lockdown had done this before and it didn’t matter, he was so cute and his facial markings and stripes were so exotic; he seemed to plead with optics.

“Ooh, just like that,” he groaned and his body shook, squeezing Blitzwing’s jack.

The triple changer ‘faced him and fondled him, running his thumb over the wide stripe across Lockdown’s chest while jerking him off. Blitzwing laughed softly, playing with this little mech was nothing he expected and Lockdown’s own words said the
same thing.

“Blitz don’t stop, do you dare stop!” he panted, bouncing as his thighs shook. Grunting, the triple changer thrust faster, his jack squeezed by that wicked little exhaust. He was on the verge of another climax, even harder than the first one and stroked Lockdown’s jack. Little drops splashed on his hand and the striped mech shuddered as the wave built, taking Blitzwing. A hot sweet charge shot through the triple charger’s jack and neural grids, consuming him and almost making him lock up. He cursed his lack of control just as the little sports alt yelled.

“Little one, ah yes. Please!” he grunted as Lockdown held onto him. The slender mech overloaded, his body clenching and jack spurting against Blitzwing’s torso. Trembling the sport’s alt clung to him and relaxed, almost going limp in his arms. He murmured something but Blitzwing didn’t hear it. It didn’t seem to matter though since Lockdown kissed him on the chest and sighed with content.

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When they returned to Swindle’s, the black market dealer frowned and pointed at Lockdown.

“What did I say about freebies?”

“What? He bought me dinner.”

“So? What about my percentage,” Swindle said, towering over the cocky little sports alt. Blitzwing pushed them apart and then gave the dealer the can of fuel left over from their date. That caught the SUV’s attention.

“Well why didn’t you say so,” the dealer said, his face lighting up, “Blitzwing! Old pal, old friend…”

“Old? We just met today.”

“Details, details,” Swindle said airily, “Tell you what. Get me a shipment of Megatron’s private stock and Lockdown is yours.”

“Hey! Stop trying to peddle my aft,” the sports alt said.

“You got expensive tastes. Upgrades, room and board,” Swindle said, dismissing him with a wave.

“But I can’t get Megatron’s stash. He’ll will offline me for sure.”

“That‘s too bad,” Swindle said, clucked his glossa sympathetically, “Then how’s this? Get me more this high-grade. A pallet or two should do it. Then you two can connect ‘till you head back to Cybertron. Deal?”

“Deal!”

When Swindle went back to his office, Lockdown said, “He’s ripping you off. I was worth a barrel a throw, maybe two if the client got freaky.”

“Actually I’d rather buy you outright. Things will be different…eventually. And all of Cybertron’s territories will be open to our kind. You‘ll see,” Icy said, his resolved strengthened and cupped Lockdown‘s face. The little striped mech stood on tiptoes and gave him a little peck on the lips.

“You really mean that?” Lockdown said, looking up at him.

“Yes. You don‘t belong here. No one does,” Angry said.

“That’s sweet. But don’t worry about me, Blitz. I’ll get myself out,” the little sports alt said and he smiled, his facial markings curled prettily. Just like claws.
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