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Green With Envy	By : Chaosdreamer Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 1696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Green With Envy

Series: Transformers Animated

Author: dreamerchaos

Genre: slash

Rating: NC-17.

Pairing: BlitzwingxOptimus Prime. Blackarachnia in the background.
Disclaimer: All rights owned by Hasbro and others, etc. I do not write any of this for profit.
Warning: Plug n’ play. Use extreme caution before proceeding. If this isn’t your thing, that’s fine and all. Just hit the back button.

Summary: Perhaps there were other reasons why Blackarachnia never showed interest in joining or sharing a base with her Decepticon brethren on Earth.

Author’s note: I blame mmouse15. I mused about continuing with this pairing into a one-shot after a comment by mmouse15 on these drabbles.

****

She didn’t care.

She. Did. Not. Care.

Optimus was a fool to patrol after hours, the fire truck winding through the tangled street leading up the hillside, chasing after a fleeting Cybertronian signal detected by his radar.

Blackarachnia crouched lower, ducking further out of sight, not needing to worry about the Autobot’s sensors, the frequency not compatible to detect her unique organic and Cybertronian hybridization.

After traversing a couple more miles up the difficult terrain, the fire truck rolled to a smooth halt at the top of the hill and then switching seamlessly into bipedal mode, rolling his shoulder forwards and back while grimacing as he carefully scraped out a stubborn rock that had imbedded between the dermal plating.
A low growl escaped her lips. She strongly admonished herself about admiring the sleek stretch of dermal plating, the flex of the Prime’s abdominal plates bending as he arched upward, testing for any other debris possibly laying hidden upon his person.

The pair of golden arachnid legs arched above her shoulders twitch, the femme debating whether to sit back and enjoy the view, or to strike first and attack the Prime before he realized he is under…close observation.

Her audios ping, signaling the warning of the whine of jet turbines steadily approaching.

****

Optimus jerks his head, chin rising as he catches sight of the gray and purple jet roaring above him, cutting a seam across the star peppered heavens.

“Puny Autobot!!” The jet somersaults in mid-air, switching into tank mode. Angry dropped, the tank crashing upon the ground, causing the soil and neglected road to shudder, the Prime battling to remain on his pedes.

Optimus dove before the first blast reached him, rolling out of the path of a second volley. He raced for the small cluster of tall trees and rocks, sailing over the first boulder and disappearing into the tall green giants before a hot blast left a thick black streak across the barring wall of trees.

“Coward!” Blitzwing switches into bipedal, and is quick to stomp towards the tress. “Face me like a mech!”

A small handful of small pebbles and wet soil flew through the air like a well-aimed baseball, smashing into Blitzwing’s blustering face.

“AAARRRGGHH!” Angry, hardly bruised by the sudden attack, roaring like a bloodied beast, “When I get my hands on you−”

“You must really enjoy the sound of your voice.” Optimus drawled, remaining hidden within the dark recesses of the trees, “I’m surprised the humans can’t here you screaming from all the way down in Detroit.”

“Autoscum!”

“Impressive. Your vocabulary has improved,” Optimus continues dryly, “You now posses the knowledge and use of at least seven different words.”

That is what incites Blitzwing to dive into the trees. Several tall giants cracking and falling like shattered masts, the triple-changers loud footsteps chasing after the lighter, more illusive Autobot who’s slighter frame and weight provides him far more maneuverability and the obstacles of foliage.

The chase comes to an immediate halt when, to the Prime’s surprise, he bolts into a large clearing. Suddenly in the wide, open terrain, he falters, rapidly running alternate escape patterns through his CPU.

There is no opportunity to apply any that he has come up with, thick arms and a burly chest slamming into his back strut, “Ggh!” Optimus’ frame cushions the larger mech’s landing, their combined weight dragging a rough groove through the soil until they roll to a stop.

Surprisingly, Optimus finds that he is suddenly on top of the triple-changer, straddling the furious Decepticon.

However, not for very long. Angry is quick to roll to the left, toppling Optimus over until he is now straddling the sleeker mech’s waist. Trapping the Autobot’s wrists in one hand, “You think you can make a fool of me?!” Angry demands, pressing Optimus’ bound wrists above his head.

“I don’t know.” Optimus, strangely, is ridiculously calm for an Autobot lying prisoner under a Decepticon, “You seem to be doing a well enough job all on your own.”

Angry snarls, leaning down, pushing most of his weight down onto the mech until a faint gasp of surprise and then discomfort escapes, “Do you have any idea what I do to mechs who can’t hold their glossa?”

Quick as a mecha-snake, Optimus darts upward, sealing his lip components with the triple changer.

Blitzwing does not not struggle, nor hurl the Autobot away from him. Instead, he bends closer, lips and denta sparring, chassis’ grinding together as one. One of the Prime’s legs slid up Blitzwing’s side, coaxing a low growl of pleasure from his assailant.

“For your sake, you better not be doing anything with them that you would do with me.” Optimus warned when their lips separated, his own growl matching the triple-changer’s rough intone.

Angry switched into Icy. The blue face smirking boldly, “Then by all means, show me what you are aching to do now.” Traversing fingertips up and down the outside of the thigh wrapped around his waist.

“Who are you to assume that you’ve earned the right to any pleasure, to any part of me, after such a barefaced statement?” Optimus challenges.

Blitzwing grins at the contest. Shifting to slide between the Prime’s legs, chuckling at the eager spread of his mate’s thighs − the complaining mech not so adverse to sharing body warmth and proximity – given his adamant refusal to allow the triple changer the pleasure of his company.

“I’m quite sure that I can make you beg for it.” The triple-changer says with promise.

****

Blackarachnia hopped gracefully from one tree branch to the next. Swift and near silent expect for the light hush of a leaf or two weaving towards the ground, her travel was hardly noted by the few fauna scurrying across the floor of the forest or slumbering birds huddled within hollowed hovels inside thick tree trunks.

She lost sight of the two mechs once they had rushed off into the forest, barely able to track their movement only because of Angry’s earlier furious shouts and curses.

Whether or not she could hear the Autobot or Decepticon, it did not matter. She followed the most recent trail. It would not be long until she stumbled across them.

She wondered what sort of shape either mechs would be in once they met again in battle.

****

“My, my,” Icy twisted the two fingers, buried knuckle-deep within the mouth of the Prime’s port, “Someone is happy to see me.”

“NNnn−” Optimus tossed his head, left and right, hands clinging to the Decepticon’s wrist. “Not there…” He whines.

“Maybe you are right.” Blitzwing mused. Sinking his hand deeper, burying the appendages until they induced a far deeper cry, Prime’s throat arching, sharp sinews stretched tight, deliciously close, “Perhaps we should cut the foreplay and move on to the main course.”

“Always in such a rush,” Optimus cannot help but to chuckle, the trickling sound morphing into a sharp hiss as the Decepticon’s fingers slip free, rubbing the pale lavender fluid between his fingertips.

“Because as usual, you are an accomplished tease,” Blitzwing lightly chides. “All laid out for my pleasure. Limbs tossed about, spread and wanton. If I wasn’t confident in the matter, I would be afraid or jealous that you would stray away from my affections and look elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere?” Optimus parrots.

“Mmmm…” Blitzwing leans forward to whisper slyly into his audio, “Like that sleek, limber bike? On the other hand, perhaps the bright yellow one. No. He is much too young for your tastes. The medic must be quite experienced with handling fresh, exuberant mechs from the Academy.”

“Don’t even joke about that.” Optimus warns, “Unless you want Ratchet to bury a wrench up your tail pipe for such a crude comment.”

“I don’t hear any objections about the motorbike.” Blitzwing notes.

“I’m not looking anywhere else for a companion.”

“For your sake, you shouldn’t plan to.” The triple-changer warns, fingers digging deep, painfully, into the Prime’s hip. Optimus shudders, grimacing as fingers dent the dermal plating. Icy twisted into Random, the red and black visage leering at his mate, “’Cause if you do, I’ll snatch you up, wrap you up in chains, and lock you in a cage, far, far away, where no mech but me will come and play!” The mech cackled.

“I’ll keep that warning in my memory banks.” Optimus promised, completely sincere.

“Good!” Random eagerly wraps his hands around the Prime’s thighs, shifting and splitting them open. Wiggling into the crook of the parted limbs, pushed chassis to chassis, elbows upon the ground beside the smaller mech’s helm supporting the majority of his weight as he slides upward until their faces are inches away from a touch or caress. “Now lets get to work on the nitty gritty!”

****

She felt certain that she was getting closer.

An abrupt shout off to her right, the familiar voice echoing through the dense foliage.

Optimus Prime.

The femme smirked. ‘Looks like Blitzwing found the fool already.’

****

“Yes, yes, yesssss…” Blitzwing’s shoulders flexed, tense and hard as iron beams beneath the Prime’s clenched hands. The triple-changer grinning in perverse bliss at the tightness and heat suffocating his being. Buried deep in the Autobot, but not in hurry to rush the coupling, “That’s the spot.”

Surprising enough for Random, the mech chose to maintain a slow, leisure pace. Pulling back all the way until on the head of the plug connected their intimate parts, before gradually sinking back in.

The Prime shuddered at the slow and careful tempo, port swallowing the invader, sending short bursts of static and heat up and down his limbs. His thighs clenched around the Decepticon’s waist in a silent, desperate plea for the mech to move.

Blitzwing isn’t the sort of mech to offer such mercy. “I want to hear you beg−” A hard thrust, inciting a gratified cry from his mate. The Decepticon nipping at the arched neck, black fangs tickling beads of energon onto the surface of the dermal plating, “Let’s hear you raise that lovely voice!”

Optimus snarled, frustrated and aching, the throbbing heat between his legs adding to his rising ire, “And you- hah!- called me…a…a tease!” Followed by a low growl and a roll of his hips, meeting the triple-changer’s next thrust.

“Oh, no! Not a tease!” Random tsks, waving a finger in front of the Prime’s face. Bracing both hands beside the Autobot’s helm, allowed the triple-changer to gradually speed up his thrusts, savoring the rising flush of energon beneath the mech’s facial plates, and the hitch of his vents working to cool his trembling form down to prevent overheating, “I’m evil.”

****

….That…

That fragging bastard…

“Blitzwing.” The femme snarled in incomprehensible fury.

****

After a few more rounds of tumbling with the Autobot, Blitzwing headed back to base, but only after Random laid on a good, sparking-sear smack of lips upon the dazed mech. “Call me!” The triple-changer chortled before shifting into jet mode and racing back towards base, leaving Optimus stumbling, knees weak, the mech cursing yet revealing a half-smile even as he grimaced and tried to wipe away the fluids caked between his thighs, the remnants of their delightful dance.

Not too far from their rendezvous, Blitzwing detected a curious ping across his comm. link.

“Hmm,” Icy pondered, “Blackarachnia.” He banked, coming around to answer the femme’s sudden hail to the triple-changer, genuinely curious about why the femme wanted to meet.

A few kliks pass before he discovers her, standing near a riverbank, slender arms folded over a dark chest.

“You are very brave.” Blitzwing dropped into bipedal mode, taking a few strides towards the scowling Decepticon femme, “Lord Megatron has hailed you several times to join us at the base. You are quite daring, or quite foolish, to test our Lord’s temper.”

“What do you think you are doing?” Blackarachnia ignores the mech’s cool warning.

Icy tilts his head at the shift in conversation. “I do not know what you mean.”

“Don’t play the fool!” She spits, baring sharp fangs, “I saw you with him!”

“Aaaahh.” The realization clicked. “I did not take you for a voyeur, Blackarachnia. So unbecoming of you.”

“You…” Blackarachnia curses, “How dare you? What sort of game are you playing? He is an Autobot! A Prime! You call yourself a Decepticon! You should have torn out his spark, not rolled around in the grass like a lovesick protoform.” She sneers.

Icy only half-listens to her blistering rant; choosing to focus upon a few words of personal interest. “If I didn’t know better, I would say that you were jealous.”

Yes!

“NO!” She is swift to deny. Cutting a hand through the air, waving in refusal, “I would never! Not with Optimus Prime!”

“You better not!” Angry took over, shaking a fist in front of the femme’s face. Pushing into her personal space, red face snarling into her narrowed ruby optics, “Otherwise I’ll tear off those disgusting organic limbs. All eight of them!”

Random slid into place. “Such a pity!” The grinning mech chortles. “You’ll never get a taste!”

“What makes you think that I haven’t in the past?” Blackarachnia smirks.

“Does it matter?” Random hops backwards, hands folded against his lower back. Grinning at the femme, “It’s not your name that he cries out for. Pity, pity.”

Blackarachnia sneers in disgust, “Bastard.”

Blitzwing lays a hand over his Spark. “You wound me, my dear.”

“What makes you think that I won’t tell Megatron about your fornication with your precious Autobot?” She challenges.

Random does not rise to the bait. If anything, he smiles even wider. “Because Megatron has no patience for deserters, and you wouldn’t make it into the base before he tears you into tiny bits! And also−”

A large hand suddenly smashes into her chest, sending her crashing into a tall tree. She shrills in pain and surprise, dropping, holding the damages plating. Circuits and cables burning under the warped metal, “You…” She wheezed, limbs glowing, poison rising to the surface, “You dare-“

Random wiggled his fingers, taunting at the ease it took to knock her down, giggling at her expression, “You’re no threat to me! We both know that your organic venom has no affect! I could play all day and all night until you’re nothing more than a smear on the grass!”

Falling onto her hands and knees, growling at the pain in her chassis, Blitzwing dismisses her, taking a few steps back, preparing to take to the air.

“I can understand the jealously, I suppose,” Random admits. Purposely catching her gaze, he slides two fingers into his mouth, sucking loudly at the two appendages. Blackarachnia scowls, face heating, having witnessed where those fingers had delved and plucked at the intimate crevices of the Prime.

Blitzwing sneers at her violent expression, fingers popping from his mouth with a wet ‘pop’. Black fangs stretched wide in a savoring grin, “Finger licking good!” The triple-changer purrs in sheer glee.
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