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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic.

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Author warning: Cursing.
I awoke from a very restful recharge, the sensation of dried transfluid and the still prevalent smell of sex greeted me as my sensors came online. I gave my body some time to wake up fully and then ran a brief diagnostic on myself. I slowly sat up and looked at the dried transfluid that coated my inner thighs as well as the recharge berth where I had been laying down. I put my waist armor on and got up. Deciding I'd deal with that mess a bit later, I stepped out of my room.
"So how was he?" came the soft query from above me.
I glanced up at the partially formed face of Magmorta as the rest of her puddle form clung to the ceiling just above my door. I gave a smile to her, "And have you telling the two trouble makers who'll spread it around base like a wildfire? Sorry Magmorta but some things are better left unsaid."
The femme's lips made pout, and then she smiled and said, "From the way Shark was walking I would guess he was good. Mmm, I so cannot wait to get my hands on a mech one of these days and see what all the fuss is about." I walked away and the comment from the femme was, "Oh yes... definitely good."
I got to the wash racks without running into anyone else, which was a good thing since I certainly didn't want to explain the dried transfluid. As I programmed the shower, I got a comm ping from Tracer.
"Hey Tracer, what's up?" I asked as the shower came online.
"It is true you and Shark finally did the vertical mambo?" she asked over the comm line.
I paused and sighed, "Remind me to personally twist Depth's gonads... if he has them that is. If not, I'm just going to cuss at him until he goes deaf."
"So I take that is your way of saying yes." Tracer noted with a giggle.
"Yes for Primus and Gods’ sake." I hissed softly at her.
She giggled again and said matter of factly, "I'm happy for both of you." I removed my waist armor so I could clean myself up, not sure what to say to that comment at all. She continued, "I'll let you be to get that shower you are having, we'll talk later." then the comm clicked off.
I shook my head a bit and spread my legs so the spray would hit the dried transfluid. The warm water helped relax me a bit as I felt sore in a few places. Nothing overly sore, just a slight sensation of overuse. I stood there, just letting the water pelt against my front.
The sound of footsteps from the launch area echoed into the shower area. I was glad I had picked the private shower that kept my body from being viewed. The only part you could see was my head and feet. The footsteps entered the shower area and paused, then they approached my area of the shower.
"Hey there beautiful." came Shark's voice.
I turned my head and glanced sideways at the mech who had his head canted up a bit to meet my gaze. He smiled at me in such a way just a hint of his pointy teeth were showing. I smiled back at him, noting soberly, "Hey. The base knows."
He made this soft sound like he tried to hold back a laugh, and then replied, "They would have eventually anyway. Nothing stays a secret for long in this base."
I turned my gaze away from him as I said, "That's true."
"So…" he started, and then paused a beat before continuing, "Mind some company?"
The idea of sharing the shower in my current state of partial nudity gave me an odd rush of naughtiness, "I don't mind." I told him.
The door opened and he paused just a moment before stepping in and closing the door behind him. "Cleaning off the evidence hm?" he inquired lowly as he slipped his arms around my middle and embraced me.
The fact his groin was contacting my bared rear port and causing some rather interesting reactions was a bit distracting as I replied, "Didn't have a cleaning rag handy."
The mech tsked softly as he caressed my bare hips, "Well we'll have to arrange for a few for next time then."
I paused a moment as I realized something was amiss. That familiar ache when the mech came close to me wasn't present. This puzzled the heck out of me. So much so that between his body against me, his hands touching me in a gentle way, and the sensation of the shower switching over to blow dry that I missed another set of foot falls coming toward the shower area.
There was a deep snarling growl from directly behind us, then a soft 'uh oh' from the mech behind me.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU DEPTH!" came the very loud, angry voice of Shark.
I startled and noted the sudden absence of any hands or body against me, turning slightly to see Shark looking at the ground and then stomping at it furiously.
"BE A MECH AND FIGHT ME YOU SON OF A GLITCH WHORE!" he roared.
I bit my lower lip lightly, putting my waist armor back on as I saw the mech turn and stomp his way after what I presumed was a puddled out Depth fleeing the area.
I frowned and shivered where I stood. Depth touched me in the guise of Shark. Was he that desperate? Or did he finally just totally lose what passed for a mind? I knew who I had to speak to, but first there was a detour to be made.
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Kup looked up from reading a data pad and said, "Hello Barracuda, what can I do for you this cycle?"
I vented softly as I closed the door. "I'm afraid this is about Depth… and by extension Shark as well, sir."
The elder mech frowned and set the pad down, "I'm listening."
So I explained to him about the incident in the shower and that Shark was going after Depth for even touching me. That frown only deepened. Then the mech's comm went off and he paused to listen. "Primus." he vented out softly. A determined look settled upon his face as he pressed the base comm and intoned darkly, "Depth and Shark, to my office. NOW."
I shifted uncomfortably where I stood. "I'll make myself scarce, if you don't mind sir."
Kup nodded and gestured that I could go.
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I went straight for Magmorta’s room, hoping she's not be out gossiping or hanging out with Shadow. I knocked at her door and it opened up. I took a step in, "Magmorta, you about?"
Magmorta replied from somewhere beyond the light of the hallway, her room dark, "I'm here."
"Can we talk?" I asked.
"Sure, come on in. What's on your mind Barracuda?" she asked.
I stepped the rest of the way in, the door closing behind me. It took a few moments to get used to the darkness. "Any ideas on why Depth would get very up close and too personal with a femme?"
A soft hmm, then, "Lust most likely. Or perhaps the need to have a connection with the femme in question."
"And if the femme was already with another mech?" I asked.
A long pause, then, "Well I suppose it was lust and wishing to take the femme from the mech in question. Why do I have the feeling this involves you Barracuda?"
"Because it does." I replied.
Magmorta spouted off a string of words that were certainly alien in nature. Then she was there in front of me with her hands upon my shoulders, "Did he make you do anything you didn't want to do?"
I shook my head and explained what happened in the shower. The femme frowned and muttered, "I'm going to squeeze his spark in my bare hands."
"May want to get in line. Shark already has clear intentions to kill him. Kup should have them both in his office by now, probably reading them both the riot act."
Her lips quirked, "Oh, well in that case I'll hold Depth for Shark so he can have the honors. I may even help him squeeze the bastards' libido down to the size of a raisin too."
I laughed at that comment and remarked, "I think he might appreciate the help. I should get going. Talk later?"
Magmorta nodded and said, "Sure thing."
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