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Prologue: Some Old Coding
What’s it for? It is a common question on the matter of anatomy amongst the Transformer or Cybertronian bots… questions on why there was a distinction between gender in moulding on other colonies as well as the queries on why both genders had spikes and valves and enjoyed a process referred to generally as ‘Interfacing’. Mostly it was speculation, up to bot philosophers and medical bots that were always busy trying to teach how the Exhaust Valve was not as stretchy as the Intake Valve and dealing with the curious though frowned upon interests of bots and these purely for pleasure parts.
Interaction with organics only meant a stricter ruling on the matters from consecutive councils. An old story emerged in some sectors, mostly the colonies, whispering of how in the first generation Primus had given his creations the ability to procreate as organics did, but as time went by the resulting offspring were too distant from the AllSpark and so the coding was made incomplete for all. Some believe that was the reason for the strange parts, but eons had passed since that was last spoken of… until just before the war began and the factions were developing….
The council received reports, strange reports that some bots from the colonies were producing their own offspring, the seemingly meaningless little fluid pouch beneath the spark chamber turning into a miniature forge and ports within the Intake Valve and Spike actually connecting. It was so taboo and against the funcitionist talk and other groupings that the council silenced all talk of it, rounded up the parents and slaughtered them. The offspring were forced into a mould, their memories of parents stolen by the Mnemosurgeons and their bodies forced to grow and climb and be found like they were supposed to… passed to mentors and parents chosen by the council to keep the secret and all of them made Autobots. As this was happening, not only did the forges seem to stop producing for a while but their attempts to silence it completely failed. All because one of the executioners took pity on a weeping red medic that had not only produced twins from a one-off situation that had not even been with their full consent, but that had saved the executioner’s own life at one point and that of the Mnemosurgeon… both of them fed up with the secrets they were holding.
That little red car had later joined the Decepticons, within their care and with their Conjunx, they had shocked the Decepticons in producing more offspring… always mourning for the first… and been given protection and afforded more gentility than perhaps they deserved at times. As the war came to an end and they lost not only their Conjunx but their accidental spark-mate (who’d wooed and cared for them during the time their Conjunx had appeared dead in the past…) they had changed sides upon finding one of the offspring of another amongst these Autobots. Of course, if anyone asked them they never gave a true answer as to why… only that the next bot to have impregnated them, had been rude… but on a new Cybertron, things were chaotic but perhaps getting better.
This being had not only been reunited with all their offspring, produced two more as a surprise, but after almost having to flee because of the new council’s sudden attack on the followers of Optimus Prime, they were accidentally reunited with the twins they’d thought they’d lost. In order to keep their offspring safe and happy and to help the other Decepticons still shunned by the Autobots that lived on Cybertron, luck brought them to Velocitron still capable of sustaining life… and here their family was settling and here the remaining Seekers once under the command of Starscream joined with the remaining Aerialbots that had chosen to stay away from Cybertron and currently, were under the rather brutal retraining of the eldest son of that red medic… Sunstreaker.
One: Make-up
“Ouch… ouch… frag… can you get off me!” Dirge was in a headlock; his whole body being lifted awkwardly up against Sunstreaker’s frame as he seemed to prepare to throw him! It was one of the usual training sessions Sunstreaker was having with the former Seekers and shockingly it was going a bit weird today. The problem of course was that Sunstreaker seemed to be in a bad mood, though no one was quite sure about the reasons for it… expect probably Dirge. Though Thrust and Ramjet and the others liked to think that they were always in on everything that was happening with their new leader in this new Velocitron, but Sunstreaker certainly was not as open with all of them as he was with Dirge… not that any of the others seemed to think he was that open with their conehead companion either. “It hurts… Sunstreaker it hurts!”
“Good…” Sunstreaker scowled, lifting and then throwing Dirge, not down onto the mats like he was supposed to, but instead swinging him over towards the hard metal floor of the hangar. Everyone gave yelps of shock as Dirge landed with a hard thud, giving a coughing vent of disbelief, his cone popping off and going for a roll. Then Sunstreaker straightened up with a scowl and looked out towards the others, expecting another to join him. It was obvious that he was furious about something and they were all suddenly very quiet as they looked to each other, not sure what was happening until Sunstreaker gave a grimace. “Ugh… that’s enough for today… you can all go and use the wash rooms and we’ll just leave it there.”
“Okay boss…” Thrust giggled anxiously, not really sure what to say as they all looked between one another and then they all turned to leave. Dirge seemed to remain lying upon the ground, scowling as the others walked past him, trying not to catch the yellow and black creature’s attention, however Dirge kept his head to the ground. His cone helm had fallen near the door and so Ramjet hooked it up and bought it back to his companion’s side before turning and leaving. As the room cleared and Sunstreaker was busy checking over his finish to ensure his sunny yellow colour was still vivid with its black highlights, he heard Dirge groan.
“Ugh… they’ve left… can I ask what the frag that was about?” Dirge scowled in fury, standing himself up just about before then flopping onto his knee joints with a grunt. His wings felt weirdly loose and he was worried that he might have been damaged by Sunstreaker, but when he turned to look to Sunstreaker’s scowling expression, Dirge had a feeling he knew what it was all about. It was usually only when someone had damaged his finish or made him jealous about something that Sunstreaker got aggressive, particularly because he never liked the idea of anyone being compared to or seen as ‘better’ than him. It made Dirge grimace as he slumped onto the ground and buried his helm into his servos. "Is this about what I said to Ion Storm? I wasn’t… I wasn’t you know!”
“Like that’s the only problem…” Sunstreaker scowled in frustration and Dirge was confused, his optics rolling about in utter frustration. Just what did Sunny mean? Dirge stepped over to Sunstreaker’s side, looking about himself in case anyone else might be around and then calmly stretched his servo out to the scowling yellow bot who then gave a sneer. “Would you rather I was blue instead of yellow then?”
“EH! I never meant anything like that… we were talking about our finish and particularly our shades of blue…” Dirge began, looking panicked that Sunstreaker had actually thought he was flirting with Ion when it was so obvious to everyone that Ion was far more interested in getting Skydive’s attention! He’d actually been thinking of sprucing himself up, his blue shade never looked smart enough when he was around Sunny and he always thought Sunny… didn’t like it. “I was… I was trying to get advice on better colours… so I’d look better when I’m working with you… I always feel too iron grey when I’m around you and the others have been getting colour to their wings and… at least Ramjet’s white colours highlight him reasonably well…”
“Then what about when you were at the Leaky Valve… don’t think I didn’t know you and your brothers were going to that sordid hive!” Sunstreaker sneered, this time turning his back so only his back was visible to Dirge as the flyer looked incredibly embarrassed. If Sunstreaker did not want to look him in the eye to complain about that, then Dirge knew what he was thinking and well… it was not completely wrong. Certainly, before they got to be so friendly with one another, Dirge and his brothers would go there to watch bots wrestle in oil, slide down poles, dancing provocatively and… well… there were rooms there for those who wanted to rent them and bots not fussed about who wanted to have some risky fun together. It was not that Dirge hadn’t been involved, lots of bots had and he’d seen a few, Sunstreaker had even come to the joint once to watch a wrestling match but been so bored he’d left them to it. But… considering they were not exclusive, it just made Dirge confused that Sunstreaker would even think to get, jealous.
“Thrust’s got a crush on a bot there, he doesn’t want to go on his own and have other bots thinking he’s doing something dumb like having a crush so… ugh… and I did want to ask one of them about some things… uh… about how to… you know…” Dirge was grimacing, he really did not want to say what was on the top of his mind or admit that he’d consulted one of those bots that always kept their joints well-oiled, about anything to do with his personal life. It seemed to irk Sunstreaker to face him with the nastiest snarl written across his features and Dirge was surprised a gun did not get pointed into his face. Instead the yellow Autobot stormed over to the washing cubicles, stepping into one and was about to close it when Dirge managed to leap in with him, the lock closing it up and blocking sound from anyone who might have thought they’d seen one of them hop in there. He regretted it as he was slammed against the cubicle wall and Sunstreaker’s mean face with his black helm was pressed to him as Dirge then gulped. “I never said anything about… it was just because… because I kept… you know… misfiring?”
“Pfft… you dared to let someone know you’ve been having that problem?” Sunstreaker scoffed in dismay, utterly disgusted that Dirge would be such an idiot as he let him go and then stepped into the spray of warm water. Sunstreaker would no doubt take his time, making sure every part of himself was washed and clear from any dirt on the practice room floor or indeed look for any potential paint peeling from their wrestle. Dirge remained pressed against the wall, looking rather sour about it all, before watching Sunstreaker turn his back again and so Dirge stepped up right behind him, lay his head to Sunstreaker’s shoulders and then wrapped his arms about the other bot as Sunstreaker snarled. “What are you doing? We’re in a public place!”
“You brought it up first, besides… we’re sealed in here and no one’s going to walk in on us and… last time… last time you told me about you and Breakneck and I just… I was so desperate to impress that I… I know you weren’t comparing but…” Dirge grimaced, nuzzling against Sunstreaker to try and calm him as the other was still snarling in irritation. Dirge couldn’t help himself; he liked it when Sunstreaker needed to clean himself thoroughly because it meant they could be dirty and he could get away with different things including just grinding their plates against each other. As he nuzzled against him, he couldn’t help but let his mouth press and kiss against Sunstreaker as the other gave a low growl, feeling the other’s modesty plates grinding near a sensitive spot, tipping Sunstreaker forward so he could feel it more. “…I got stupid and… I didn’t mean to embarrass you…”
“Dirge… this argument is pointless when you’re rubbing at me again…” Sunstreaker’s voice box was a little tighter, his body was tingling with the friction from them touching each other. In fact, Sunstreaker could not help himself but lean back into it, just loving the way Dirge seemed to know where the sensitive areas were and all the excitement of each of their interactions. Sunstreaker was already feeling his modesty panels get a little loose, his spike within pulsing and even his damn valve was starting to get lubricated as he felt Dirge kissing at his neck and shoulders, rubbing at him and his mind kept thinking of how Dirge’s thick form felt so good inside him. “Dirge… this… this is…”
“I wanted to let you know what I learnt from that bot though… but I need you to trust me Sunstreaker… after-all you’re always the most perfect just before you overload…” Dirge groaned, pulling back gently and then letting his panel open, showing off how thick and firm his spike was. Sunstreaker was unable to hold back the blush on his face plates, Dirge said some pretty useless and corny crap at times, but somehow it always seemed to make Sunstreaker’s spark flicker and… though he'd never admit such a thing… he was quite adoring of Dirge. With a groan he turned around, beckoned to settle down onto the floor of the shower cubicle and spread his legs, which only made Sunstreaker give a swear as Dirge knelt between them, ignoring the spray of the hot water trickling onto them both. “…trust me… I mean it, you always say I’m the only bot you can trust outside of the family so… trust me in this…”
“That’s the problem, I trust you too much and I’m really starting to question why when you only make me feel so…” Sunstreaker almost dared to say jealous but he grit his denta together, never going to say that word although Dirge was pretty aware of it. It was hard to think sometimes that, just to keep Hot Rod from flirting with the wrong bots their first time at the big party for the new Velocitron as a bet, Dirge had met Sunstreaker and been flirted with by him. It had been a complete shock to be not only approached but to be interested in the bright yellow vehicle he’d on previous occasions been thrown out of the sky by, this guy had wanted to get to know him! How they’d even managed to make a friendship let alone their awkward coupling was something no one expected, especially because Sunstreaker had never given much care to relationships or even interfacing… yet somehow with Dirge everything was… different.
“This is gonna be different and I’m not going to be an idiot about it and get it all wrong again, I promise.” Dirge stated, knowing that the past few attempts and his… over excitement… had meant Sunstreaker’s normal disinterest in the activity had taken hold and yet, to know he was excited now meant Dirge had a chance! They were such different bots but, as soon as Sunstreaker relaxed his panelling and let his spike become more obvious to Dirge, the Seeker actually gave a smirk that surprised Sunstreaker. He had assumed that Dirge had wanted to see his spike too, but Dirge grasped one of Sunstreaker’s legs and began dragging his glossa down the seeming thigh of the bot. Sunstreaker gave a grimace, surprised that he would not just be getting it over with, but instead he was feeling odd tingles of pleasure as Dirge lapped at him lovingly.
Sunstreaker’s legs began to quiver, the more Dirge just lapped at his thigh the more his body was starting to get desperate. Sunny could feel his valve getting damper, his spike throbbing more and its little ridges inflating with lubricant with his growing desires. Awkwardly, he was feeling the cabling release from his port, beckoning for the chance of the pair to plug into each other and worse than that, his intake valve that the ports hid within was suddenly becoming lubricated and opening out… something he had not recalled happening before when the exhaust valve was the… preference.
“Don’t look so scared Sunny… I wouldn’t hurt you.” Dirge chuckled softly, only to then lick further to the seam of Sunstreaker’s leg. It was dangerously close to his open panels and it was making Sunstreaker push his hips upward in response, he gave a groan of pleasure and excitement. He’d never felt what he was feeling from his ports before, the desire for them to be attached already and for Dirge to use those slim, steely digits to probe inside and stroke all the swelling passages filled with lubricant into action. He could not believe how much he was starting to want it when Dirge then brought his face to the open panel and under the spike, smirking as Sunstreaker’s venting narrowed and his spark began to hammer in shock as Dirge brought his glossa into the opening.
“Ah… Primus… fff-frag… Dirge…” Sunstreaker’s hips bucked, he brought his hands onto Dirge’s head, holding him down there because he’d been desperate to feel something in there and now… now it was better than a digit! The coolant on Dirge’s tongue was swirling around the open intake, mingling with the lubricants to make them tingle and heat, he wanted to rub his hips up and down, across Dirge’s face and it was something Sunstreaker would never imagine doing! He groaned in pleasure, trying to hold it back as Dirge licked the puffing passage that leaked lubricant into his open mouth as he continued to slurp and lap. The top of Sunstreaker’s spike was starting to leak transmission fluid, the bio-lights rolling up and down the shaft at a growing speed to show just how excited Sunstreaker was. He was swearing into his servo as he swung it around his face at the growing pressure below but more the fact Dirge was doing something so different and unexpected to him.
“Sunny… move your servo away… I wanna see your face when you overload… you’ve got no idea how beautiful it is…” Dirge cooed, speaking with his mouth still to the open ports so the hot vents from his words made the bottom of the spike pulse even more. Sunstreaker pushed his chassis forward, leaning back with a groan, denta clenched and unwilling to show himself to Dirge when he knew he must look ridiculous. Dirge began to roll his glossa around the edge of the opening, teasing playfully before he probed a digit in to stroke the port that was now soaking in lubricant as Sunstreaker bucked with his hips again, groaning as Dirge lapped along the length of his spike, causing Sunstreaker to give a desperately sharp intake before a slow wheezing vent. “Come on Sunny… I’ll give you what you want if you bring your servo down…”
“Ugh… why do I want you so fragging bad?” Sunstreaker groaned, swinging his servo away and bracing his hands to the floor of the shower. The hot water was just making them both more lubricated and Sunstreaker’s black head was so wet from the shower’s spray he knew it must make him look like he was drooling. His face plates were hazed with a blush and his chassis kept lifting and falling with his desperate venting as his spark kept thumping in delight. He looked towards Dirge with his blue optics narrowed and his face in a grimace as Dirge’s jaw almost dropped… he was so worried he was going to mess it up now but… how could he not take this moment as Sunstreaker gave a groan. “I’m sorry… sorry that this is the only first I can give you…”
“Awe… frag Sunny…” Dirge groaned, wrapping his servos about Sunstreaker and then angling himself, his thick spike pushing its way into Sunstreaker’s slippery but rather tight entrance. It was not like using his exhaust valve, it was wetter and hotter and, when he felt the tip of his spike clip at the opening port, he was surprised when he felt something open from the tip of his spike and click into the port. The moment that happened both of them gave sharp groans of pleasure, the sensations running between them both so they could feel how good it was to each other. Dirge had never had this happen before, not even with a fembot but he could feel he was sharing information with Sunstreaker, like they were uploading their feelings at the same time as he started pumping with his spike, rocking in and out of Sunstreaker whilst that cable was still locked in and sharing data. They were both venting in desperation as Sunstreaker gave out of a moan.
“Dirge… what the frag are you doing to me… why’s this so… so good? Awe… damn it, just fraggin’ kiss me already!” Sunstreaker groaned, his voice altered to something that was sort of crackling with the pleasure and Dirge gave a whimper of pleasure and delight. He could have overloaded in that moment, it was usually him that wanted to kiss and so he grasped hold of Sunstreaker, slamming their faceplates together and letting their glossa wriggle against each other. Dirge was even more surprised when Sunstreaker snapped hold of the seeker’s wings, squeezing onto them tight and then swinging his legs around the other’s waist. He groaned loudly as their glossa slid and slipped about one another and Dirge’s hips were pumping back and forth with greater speed, that cable sending messages to Dirge of just where Sunny was getting the best points of pleasure before they both felt the tightening, the overload coming and their fluids getting ready to burst out and give them a little relief from the friction of their forms bumping into one another.
They both were making unintelligible noises, their bodies starting to stiffen as all the energon seemed to be rushing to their connection and then, it happened. Sunstreaker’s head went back and he produced a sound like he was crashing, a strange almost strangled purr before his optics closed and his body froze. Dirge was close behind, his back bending as he pushed himself in to the deepest point… feeling the sudden click of their cables coming away and how it seemed to then flood his spike with lubricant that he mixed with his transmission fluids… flushing into the port as his spike pumped and pulsed until it was out and then deflated. Sunny’s own spike had covered Dirge’s hot and chaffed body with the same fluids, soothing the burning and making their colours glisten as both seemed frozen for a time. Only after the ecstasy of overload eased and their bodies made a whirr to come to life, their optics opening did the pair look at each other and then share a passionate, loving kiss before Dirge gave a smirk.
“Sunny… when you get greedy over me instead of the other way… it’s the hottest thing ever and right now… you look so perfect…” Dirge groaned softly, only to feel his spike start to swell as he looked to the oddly hungry look in Sunstreaker’s optics. Sunstreaker was normally once and that was it, he was not really seeking what others did, but to see him looking at Dirge as if he could take another round… Dirge gulped heavily and then gave that seeker smirk. “Oh yeah… I love it when you’re greedy…”