Advent Adventures - Day 29, 30, 31
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Rodimus/Ultra Magnus-Stop glaring at me.
Rated T
Day 30
“Stop. Come on, I know I suck at this, I do. Really though, you don’t have to glare!”
Ultra Magnus didn’t move a tension cable. His optics stayed firmly focused on Rodimus’ face as he leaned over the desk. His hands were braced, and so much of his weight was on the piece of furniture that it actually creaked.
Still he didn’t move.
“I told the matrix it needed a different mech. I TOLD IT. Okay! I did! I didn’t want this job! I just wanted to shoot my blaster at ‘cons and pretend Arcee still liked me.”
The unwavering stare was really starting to get to him.
“And I’ve really tried! I have! It’s just so... hard. I’m not cut out for leading, I’m not cut out for much of anything. Kup told me that once. Said I was lazier than the Quints. I am. I’d rather kick back and relax than have to make decisions.”
If anything, the Magnus was leaning in closer.
Come on! I swear that if I had any say in this I’d give it back in a heartbeat. You can’t blame me for something no one can control, right?”
“Rodimus.”
He gulped. “Yes Ultra Magnus?”
The mech growled, low in his engine. “Shut. Up.”
And with that he yanked the younger mech up and into a kiss, silencing every doubt and bad word that had yet to come out of his mouth.
Raoul/Spike- Fragmented
Same verse as “Raspberry Beret”
Rated T
Day 31
The Autobots teased Spike relentlessly for his first reaction to Raoul. The poor guy was nearly always beet red anymore, and had taken to keeping himself in his quarters unless dragged out by someone or another.
Raoul thought it was hilarious.
It wasn’t that the guy found him attractive, because hey, he was mucho mucho caliente thank you very much. It wasn’t the fact that he was very obviously trying hard not to be gayer than fairy dust.
It was really the fact that Raoul found it hilarious that none of the Autobots had picked up on his reaction to Spike.
Spike had been much more obvious, for certain. Staring at his dick at first meeting? Can’t get much more obvious than that, really. But Raoul noticed his own eyes wandering low. Trying for a glimpse of an outline, or the beginning of a happy trail whenever the other guy stretched.
If it wasn’t crush obsession, he didn’t know what it was. It felt like he was bits and pieces and all over. Thoughts fragmented and random. The strangest things linking together to bring him back to the other boy.
He kept himself cool though. Making sure not to betray himself like Spike had.
It was easier that way, when they left. When he left. Knowing that there wasn’t anything to miss.
Bluestreak/unnamed mech - I warned you...
Rated NC17
Day 29
Rated NC17
Day 29
When the rescue party finally showed up, Bluestreak was sitting in the middle of the room. He was bound, hand and pede, and his optics had been smashed to smithereens. Bits of glass and bulb, wire and casing scattered across the floor.
He was kneeling on the floor with his back to the door, but his doorwings perked up when they clambered through the broken portal with blasters at the ready. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker barely waited for the “All clear” from Ratchet before swarming over their lover. Removing the wire and debris that bound his limbs, hands shaking with relief that he didn’t seem to be hurt more.
Ratchet quickly cleaned out his optic sockets, letting the rest of the broken material fall to the ground, and helped Bluestreak stand up. In the dim light they could make out smudges on his armor, but it wasn’t until they got him outside of the room that they realized it was Energon that stained his plating.
His face was covered in it. Partially dried and congealed so it was starting to flake, it was a swathe that cut across his chassis and legs. Stripes of it, lakes of it. So much that Ratchet immediately checked him over again.
“Do you know where you’re bleeding from Bluestreak?”
There was a laugh and the twins gave Ratchet a concerned look. He stopped, carefully asking another question.
“Who’se Energon is it then?”
“I did warn him.”
“Warn who?”
The optic mechanisms worked, within their empty sockets. A faint grating sound as the last remnants of glass and such were ground up to dust. “He wouldn’t listen, though I didn’t expect him to anyway.”
Ratchet motioned to Prowl. Sending him a quick comm to recheck the room. Something wasn’t adding up.
“Bluestreak. I need to you focus, and tell me who's Energon this is.”
Another laugh. “I’m hardly unfocused Ratchet. A little dizzy from the blow to the helm maybe, but I assure you I’m not crazy.”
“Then please, tell me who's Energon is on you.”
Bluestreak gave a beautific smile, made all the more gruesome by his cracking mask.
::Ratchet... you may want to see this::
Scowling, Ratchet went back into the room. Stomping over to Prowl and looking down at the gray frame he had dismissed the first time he’d walked in. The tactician had rolled him over and was looking at him grimly.
“What.”
Wordlessly, Prowl pointed at the mech’s pelvic plate. His primary interface panel was open, but there was no spike. Only wires and torn metal, a puddle of energon where he’d lain.
In his hand was his spike. Held so tightly that they could see where the fingers had made an imprint.
Ratchet gaped, then whirled around and rushed back out to see Bluestreak. The mech was standing quietly with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, but immediately the Energon spatter pattern made sense.
“You bit off his spike.”
Bluestreak nodded. “That was when he broke my optics. I told him not to, but the funny thing about Decepticons is, they don’t listen.”
The corner of his mouth crooked up. “Too bad for him.”
Sideswipe looked torn between admiration and anger, Sunstreaker just tightened his grip on Bluestreak’s waist. A rush of heat flashing through him at the admission and tone Bluestreak was using.
The red twin finally broke the silence by planting a kiss on the gunner’s cheek. “Primus I think I love you.”
The doorwinged mech just looked smug. “I know.”
Ratchet just whirled around and motioned everyone off. Grumbling under his breath as they left the building and ignoring the three groping mechs behind him.
He was kneeling on the floor with his back to the door, but his doorwings perked up when they clambered through the broken portal with blasters at the ready. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker barely waited for the “All clear” from Ratchet before swarming over their lover. Removing the wire and debris that bound his limbs, hands shaking with relief that he didn’t seem to be hurt more.
Ratchet quickly cleaned out his optic sockets, letting the rest of the broken material fall to the ground, and helped Bluestreak stand up. In the dim light they could make out smudges on his armor, but it wasn’t until they got him outside of the room that they realized it was Energon that stained his plating.
His face was covered in it. Partially dried and congealed so it was starting to flake, it was a swathe that cut across his chassis and legs. Stripes of it, lakes of it. So much that Ratchet immediately checked him over again.
“Do you know where you’re bleeding from Bluestreak?”
There was a laugh and the twins gave Ratchet a concerned look. He stopped, carefully asking another question.
“Who’se Energon is it then?”
“I did warn him.”
“Warn who?”
The optic mechanisms worked, within their empty sockets. A faint grating sound as the last remnants of glass and such were ground up to dust. “He wouldn’t listen, though I didn’t expect him to anyway.”
Ratchet motioned to Prowl. Sending him a quick comm to recheck the room. Something wasn’t adding up.
“Bluestreak. I need to you focus, and tell me who's Energon this is.”
Another laugh. “I’m hardly unfocused Ratchet. A little dizzy from the blow to the helm maybe, but I assure you I’m not crazy.”
“Then please, tell me who's Energon is on you.”
Bluestreak gave a beautific smile, made all the more gruesome by his cracking mask.
::Ratchet... you may want to see this::
Scowling, Ratchet went back into the room. Stomping over to Prowl and looking down at the gray frame he had dismissed the first time he’d walked in. The tactician had rolled him over and was looking at him grimly.
“What.”
Wordlessly, Prowl pointed at the mech’s pelvic plate. His primary interface panel was open, but there was no spike. Only wires and torn metal, a puddle of energon where he’d lain.
In his hand was his spike. Held so tightly that they could see where the fingers had made an imprint.
Ratchet gaped, then whirled around and rushed back out to see Bluestreak. The mech was standing quietly with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, but immediately the Energon spatter pattern made sense.
“You bit off his spike.”
Bluestreak nodded. “That was when he broke my optics. I told him not to, but the funny thing about Decepticons is, they don’t listen.”
The corner of his mouth crooked up. “Too bad for him.”
Sideswipe looked torn between admiration and anger, Sunstreaker just tightened his grip on Bluestreak’s waist. A rush of heat flashing through him at the admission and tone Bluestreak was using.
The red twin finally broke the silence by planting a kiss on the gunner’s cheek. “Primus I think I love you.”
The doorwinged mech just looked smug. “I know.”
Ratchet just whirled around and motioned everyone off. Grumbling under his breath as they left the building and ignoring the three groping mechs behind him.
Rodimus/Ultra Magnus-Stop glaring at me.
Rated T
Day 30
“Stop. Come on, I know I suck at this, I do. Really though, you don’t have to glare!”
Ultra Magnus didn’t move a tension cable. His optics stayed firmly focused on Rodimus’ face as he leaned over the desk. His hands were braced, and so much of his weight was on the piece of furniture that it actually creaked.
Still he didn’t move.
“I told the matrix it needed a different mech. I TOLD IT. Okay! I did! I didn’t want this job! I just wanted to shoot my blaster at ‘cons and pretend Arcee still liked me.”
The unwavering stare was really starting to get to him.
“And I’ve really tried! I have! It’s just so... hard. I’m not cut out for leading, I’m not cut out for much of anything. Kup told me that once. Said I was lazier than the Quints. I am. I’d rather kick back and relax than have to make decisions.”
If anything, the Magnus was leaning in closer.
Come on! I swear that if I had any say in this I’d give it back in a heartbeat. You can’t blame me for something no one can control, right?”
“Rodimus.”
He gulped. “Yes Ultra Magnus?”
The mech growled, low in his engine. “Shut. Up.”
And with that he yanked the younger mech up and into a kiss, silencing every doubt and bad word that had yet to come out of his mouth.
Raoul/Spike- Fragmented
Same verse as “Raspberry Beret”
Rated T
Day 31
The Autobots teased Spike relentlessly for his first reaction to Raoul. The poor guy was nearly always beet red anymore, and had taken to keeping himself in his quarters unless dragged out by someone or another.
Raoul thought it was hilarious.
It wasn’t that the guy found him attractive, because hey, he was mucho mucho caliente thank you very much. It wasn’t the fact that he was very obviously trying hard not to be gayer than fairy dust.
It was really the fact that Raoul found it hilarious that none of the Autobots had picked up on his reaction to Spike.
Spike had been much more obvious, for certain. Staring at his dick at first meeting? Can’t get much more obvious than that, really. But Raoul noticed his own eyes wandering low. Trying for a glimpse of an outline, or the beginning of a happy trail whenever the other guy stretched.
If it wasn’t crush obsession, he didn’t know what it was. It felt like he was bits and pieces and all over. Thoughts fragmented and random. The strangest things linking together to bring him back to the other boy.
He kept himself cool though. Making sure not to betray himself like Spike had.
It was easier that way, when they left. When he left. Knowing that there wasn’t anything to miss.
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Date: 2013-01-01 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-01 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-02 12:06 am (UTC)And he did.
my hero. XD
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Date: 2013-01-02 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-01-01 10:22 pm (UTC)Meanwhile, YAY, MORE RAOUL/SPIKE. \o/ I was hoping you'd do more with them. Still am, actually.
Of course Raoul has an awesome poker face. And of course he has abandonment issues up the ass (you read my mind for Raoul-headcanon, haven't you).
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Date: 2013-01-01 11:58 pm (UTC)I KNOW! Omg. I want to do more with them. SO MUCH MORE. I have an epic length story planned and plotted out, I just haven' gotten around to writing it yet. DX
*snort* Gringo in the deep city? Come on, who can you trust when you're in danger 24/7 really. And Spike here is really really just... young. In that he has no idea what he's doing or why, just that he really likes Raoul and doesn't know what the hell to do with those feelings.
T^T I wish there was more Raoul/Spike in the world. I needs to reads them.
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Date: 2013-01-02 04:35 am (UTC)Mmm, true. It makes me wonder just how much Raoul's seen on the streets. And it's easy to forget Spike is only 14 sometimes; his design looks older to me, plus he gets very gung ho about the whole 'fighting wars' thing (and WHY was he working on an oil rig?! He should be in school!).
It'd probably help if they ever interacted in the show (or were robots, since no one cares about the humans in Transformers). But then again, I created the only Raoul/Chip fic in existence...Guess we have to fill the voids ourselves, huh? :C
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Date: 2013-01-02 01:18 pm (UTC)Raoul has seen a lot. In my mind he was a part of a gang up until about the time he met Tracks, when vandalizing and stealing cars became a non-option for him (after a few... talks of course). He has no family to speak of, really, and while the gang was a substitute it was a poor one. The leader didn't like Raoul (sex with sister thing) and so he was really only ever a grunt.
Now, I think that he really doesn't know what to do. He's adrift without a ship of purpose.
Spike is young. I usually age him up, obviously, but here I was like. What is that first crush like? How does it feel to a person who really, hasn't felt that before. Raoul's been around the block, he's a little jaded.