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Odd Moments	By : DeeDaday Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 9045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Starscream needs to stop smoking crack before bed. Seriously.
Warning: anal, gratuitous AU nods
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It was only a matter of time before their hands crossed again.
When they did, both men reaching for the same epindorph pipette, Starscream looked up from the spread of bottles and vials to find Skyfire staring at him with an expression so intense it shook him to his bones. It had nothing to do with science and yet lit his handsome face up in the same way: it was interest, hope, doubt and passion all at once. It mirrored the tide cresting in Starscream, equal parts urgency and anxiety.
Not knowing why, he gripped Skyfire's wrist, feeling only the bulk of him through the chemical gloves, and was instantly rewarded.
"S-starscream."
Skyfire managed to turn and genuinely grab him by the waist, arm shaking slightly as he clumsily pulled the shorter man closer. They were locked together, chest to chest, with the chemist's chin barely touching his temple. The faint scratch of Skyfire's lab coat over his broad chest and the smell of his cologne made the Seeker moan out of nothing more than nerves and pure want: it pulsed out of him almost painfully after weeks of exhaustive hope and crushing restraint, neither of which he had ever experienced.
It was wonderful to hear the anxious breath above him and have his chin led up. Skyfire's breath played on his parted lips for a trembling moment before the chemist kissed him, the sweet, hesitant sensation fairly sending him to his knees. Starscream pressed back, cupping the big man's chin and carefully deepening the kiss—possibly to ensure that he stayed put, and he did. He stayed and bent further, shyly returning the slow, shifting kiss in a way that, against all logic, made Starscream's toes curl viciously.
It was not the first time he had kissed Skyfire, but this was the first time Skyfire had kissed him, and the difference was otherworldly. He could feel the silent want and unsurety in every movement. He could feel the other man caring about this. It was radiating through his very fingertips. He could feel something intrinsically, sweetly Skyfire that he had been waiting for for weeks upon weeks, finally in his hands.
That, of course, was as far as his wonder went.
The moment their tongues met, they fell against each other and the next sound was breaking glass. Starscream reached backwards and shoved Skyfire's life work off of the counter, hands already busy with Skyfire's damnable polo as the bigger man lifted him onto the cleared surface, face rosy. Starscream hissed to feel Skyfire's fingers fumbling with his belt, scraping over the front of his filling slacks.
Once they peeled the polo off and tossed it to the floor, Skyfire's chest was warm and firm; he had been going to the gym. The Seeker dragged his fingers down his chest with relish and the hushed intake of breath when he pinched the older man's nipple made Starscream smile into his neck. He loved the feeling of Skyfire's big fingers digging into his back in response to pleasure. He was just so... reactive.
He kissed the big man fiercely, reveling in the softness of his mouth and his stumbling eagerness. He hooked a leg around his waist so he could roll against Skyfire's thigh as he played with his chest--wanting to take his time, at least for a little while, and to ensure that Skyfire came back again and again. Skyfire jerked away once, again with his hands groping for Starscream's, then drew back completely, fair head bowed. Starscream, stymied, was about to yank him back when he realized why Skyfire was looking downwards with such confusion on his handsome face.
The pale plane of Skyfire's naked chest was scored with red scratches so deep as to be unreal, all in sets of four. Starscream, feeling a stifled thrill of panic cleave through him, looked down at his nails. Each one was tipped in blood.
"You're hurting me," Skyfire said softly, uncomprehendingly. As if he couldn't imagine how anyone would want to hurt anyone else, ever. He swiped his hand over one, fingertips coated in slick blood, and looked at it like it was a curiosity.
"I know," was all Starscream could say, and reached for him again. If he didn't get Skyfire close again, he would find out and leave, so it only doubled his fear when the chemist took a step back.
"Do you want to cut me?"
"No, idiot, I just—"
"Just retract them," Skyfire said, like it was simple.
"I can't!" Starscream burst out, voice suddenly shrill. "I need them! It's—it's the way I was taught!"
He knew his own chest was scored with the same marks, he just couldn't bear to look down. He covered the wound with the weapon, gritting his teeth. He just needed Skyfire to help him forget for the moment, help take away the sting—and there Skyfire was, arms around him.
His cheek went into the big man's neck and, so carefully, he pawed up and down the chemist's thick arms, feeling his breathing slow to match Skyfire's steady, calming heartbeat. He felt cradled, safe. Hardly knew the feeling, but something bigger than himself told him what it was.
"I hope you learn to. I hope you learn to, one day."
Starscream, not listening, craned up and kissed him again and the heat was back right where it was supposed to be. Spurred, they rustled and tore at clothing, aiming to get as much of their naked skin pressed together as possible. At last, Skyfire pulled off his shoes and slacks and pulled Starscream to the edge of the counter; Starscream locked his arms around the chemist's shoulders and crushed his mouth to his, sucking and biting and shaking feverishly to feel Skyfire's thick, rigid shaft pressed between his bare thighs.
"Please," he swore against his lips, hardly recognizing his own voice for the desperation in it. "Oh Christ, please, Skyfire."
At his plea, Skyfire shuddered and moved like a man possessed, cupping Starscream's naked hips and taking a deep breath. Starscream moaned as Skyfire entered him, pushing into the grip of his slick body with a sound like he had been physically struck. His awe was palpable, but Starscream didn't stop pushing against Skyfire's hips until the older man's girth was deep inside him, filling him with a pain that was almost glorious.
Skyfire panted in his ear, once more frozen and unsure atop his old lab partner. So large was the hovering pleasure, the pulse of Skyfire inside him, that the moment the older man started moving Starscream had the feeling he would pass out. Then he steadied himself with years of practice and draped himself over Skyfire's wide, sweat-glazed shoulders, shuddering with everything he wanted between his knees.
"Fuck me," he whispered in his rosy ear, smiling.
"Not that word," he whispered back so softly, into his neck. "Please not that word."
"What other word is there?" Starscream murmured, confused, but it all went out of his head when Skyfire rolled his hips and pleasure daggered through his tense body, making his knees jerk up.
Lips to his throat, Skyfire thrust into him with the gentleness he had always imagined and found it, after the first few flutters, just as lacking as he had expected. Starscream chased every brush of pleasure but it wasn't enough. Too slow, too cautious.
He dug his nails into Skyfire's back and the chemist gasped, expression both pained and exultant as he jerked against him, harder than before. Then came the lust, the fever. For the first time in years, the Seeker was helpless to do much more than clutch desperately at Skyfire's arms as the big man drove him against the counter, deep breaths adding to his own airless euphoria. He angled his hips up, desperate for more of the man's splitting thickness, and then he went so deep that Starscream cried out and stiffened with hard pleasure, spilling over his chest. He heard Skyfire moan and push closer to him, kissing his wet neck fervently until his hips gave a final twitch and he gasped, then kept gasping softer and softer. He put his cheek against Starscream's shoulder and leaned there like a child, face dripping, eyes closed.
"How was that for the best sex of your life?" he moaned after his skin wasn't pink anymore and he could breathe again. He expected a sheepish laugh and perhaps a clumsy kiss; there was nothing but quietness from beneath his chin. The Seeker looked down and Skyfire was practically twiddling his thumbs together, looking off to the right like he'd just been asked something uncomfortable.
Starscream, even with every bit of his body smiling, got somehow angry, because it was true, but Skyfire didn't seem happy about it. About what had just happened, any of it.
"That was the best sex of your life."
"That was... nice," Skyfire admitted, running a hand through his light hair, suddenly turned roguish and unruly and sexy by sweat.
"Nice?" Starscream repeated harshly.
"Yes, nice—er, great, honestly, but I just don't want that. Just that, I mean," Skyfire said softly, almost embarrassed as Starscream's incredulous look turned to an incredulous glare. He took a deep breath. "I want... this."
Hesitantly, under Starscream's sharp eyes, Skyfire reached up and pushed gently at the naked space just underneath Starscream's collarbone. Carefully, he nudged the skin outward with his fingertips. It just felt like a little prodding or stretching, useless and vaguely irritating, until something clicked and Starscream's sternum split painlessly in half—or something entirely different split, something geometrical and designed with this clean alien click in mind.
Suddenly rigid and cold in panic, Starscream looked down to see a glow emitting from his chest, a dusky red from a perfect grey square depression where his red wet heart was supposed to be. Where was the blood?
Through the glow, he saw Skyfire open his own chest with a gentle touch: his was a blue, his center. A light, dazzling sky-blue. Immediately, seeing that light, Starscream froze up and covered his gaping chest, hissing the first thing he could think of.
"You can't have it! It's mine!"
It was true, wasn't it? It was his. No one else could have it.
A prickle of covetousness and—yes, indescribable fear seized him. It wasn't so much at the thought of having his chest forced open, but at having another light even close to his. If he could take a key and lock this new (old, timeless) thing away, he would for forever. No one would ever touch it and ever see it.
"I don't want to take it," Skyfire reassured him, slowly and gently as if speaking to a child. "I want to share it."
Skyfire looked up at him with a sad expression, pure even as he stood naked and wet before the Seeker. The flush and the nakedness seemed Starscream's fault now—some kind of stain on Skyfire, something forced where it wasn't wanted or needed. Skyfire reached for his hand, prying his arm away from the light and twining their fingers together. Skyfire looked at him like he understood, and that alone made the older man—his only friend--indescribably sad.
"Don't you know there's more than this, Starscream?"
Skyfire's hand was outlined against the dull blur of his Spark for a moment before it went in and Starscream woke up with a (burst of red light) gasp, white body sweating and tingling in his silk sheets.
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