077. Ritual -- OC/Unnamed -- Rating T
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The seeker painted on his black paint carefully. The shuttles had gone into a heat and they knew it instinctually.

He looked himself over in the mirror. He would look like every other seeker tonight. He wrung his servos and tried to convince himself this was normal. Every seeker did it! Some more than once. Besides visiting a shuttle didn’t necessarily mean you would spark them.  Pit even if he sparked one they would never know who he was.

He made the flight with the other seekers that night to the shuttle district. His nerves were eating at him.

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Boldwings smiled when the seeker appeared at the door to his quarters and he dipped his wings submissively. Both of their kinds needed this. It was notoriously hard for seekers to spark each other while shuttles sparked easily and their coding led to stronger seekerlets.

He could tell this was the seeker’s first time and he giggled and pulled him into his lap. “Hush now seeker. Tell me what you want from me tonight.”

The seeker squirmed in his arms, how cute, he was clearly not a true trine leader. “Tell me are you a trine leader?”

“I, I am a second.” He sounded unsure though and the seeker giggled, “No. Some mech has been lying to you little third spark.” He rolled them so he was on top of the other but he didn’t lay his whole weight on the other. “Whoever has been lying to you should be ashamed. You know why thirds don’t paint themselves black.”

He nipped at the seekers neck as he squirmed, “You are lucky I have a mech already or I would be tempted to keep you. It is alright though, I’ll let you pretend for the night but you will go back knowing the truth of your spark.” He nuzzled him again, “Tell me what you want.”

The seeker was finally able to gasp out his request and at the first morning light the shuttle watched him go with a smirk. It was a strange ritual to non flyers but to them it was simply natural.
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Prompts from a Friend
"Using the current RP mechs, write the most cractastic pairing you can possibly think of. The catch is that it has to seem like it could actually happen and it's dirty, something no mech would ever admit to doing"
Rating T (words 313)
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Blast Off moaned and held the black painted mech close. His frame was so hot and the mech knew just where to touch.

He was a banished shuttle, no seeker would touch him, but he still had needs.

Ratchet moaned as well and cursed his coding, his grand-creator was a seeker and the desires skipped a generation. He could never let anyone know about this, just like they couldn’t know about his sky hunger.

Blast Off scratched down the medic’s back, encouraging him to thrust harder, to give him more! He wished the mech had wings, this was so wrong. Shuttles did not allow grounders to do this. Not even grounders with seeker code.

They overloaded together and Blast Off stroked his face when the medic passed out from exhaustion. If the mech had the right frame this wouldn’t happen but the blocky medic frame wasn’t made for this. He transformed around the mech and took of back towards the base.

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Ratchet onlined midway through the flight. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go and his coding knew that but what else could they do? Ratchet teased seams open and played with Blast Off’s spark as he flew, making his flight crooked and dangerous.

He felt the mech’s overload crackle up his arm and he withdrew as Blast Off made an emergency landing. They had to go back together and he had to get the black paint off before he made his appearance.

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Blast Off watched the not seeker go. He couldn’t tell anyone about what they did. Shuttles simply didn’t allow anyone but seekers to take control.

Even if the medic felt awfully like a seeker to his coding. He stalked off towards the base, he needed to fight something to get his spark to lose charge. He wasn’t getting sparked up, at least not anytime soon.
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(this is why Ratchets must be ignored. They pull slag like this. This is also the last prompt you gave me, they gave me such a hard time...now though I think I will work on my own prompts)
Prompts from a Friend
Steeljaw with Glit evil punishments
Rating T (words 422)
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It wasn’t that he hated their medic, Glit was one of the best, it was that he hated their medic.

Glit’s loyalty code was strong, but that didn’t make him loyal. The mech didn’t approve of the way he used his mechs and he knew he was simply looking for a way to advance and raise his own position.

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Steeljaw was just a stepping stone. A particularly difficult one, but he would get his chance. He just needed to wait for the right moment to act.  He loved when he got his chances to work around his loyality coding and punish his leader for what he did.

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Steeljaw did not like to have his frame modded, and waking up with an interfacing mod was not what he wanted. He pinned the medic against the wall and growled, “What the frag did you do.”

Glit smiled, “Well if you are going to make me suck your spike in punishment, then I am going to mod it so I will enjoy it more.”

Steeljaw’s servo shifted into a chainsaw and he held  it near to Glit’s neck. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t end you now for modding me.”

Glit looked up at him, because I’m your only medic and if I go all the work I’ve been doing on a repair code for Pyro goes.” He ran a servo up Steeljaw’s arm, “You don’t want that.”

Steeljaw’s optics were hard, “No but you will learn your place.” He struck knocking Glit offline and carried the mech to his quarters. A few sols locked up in a cage in the dark should have Glit acting right again. He locked him in stasis cuffs and a spreader bar before shoving a toy into his valve and tossing him in a cage. Grabbing a thick blanket he tossed it over the top of the cage and shoved it into his closet.

The fragging medic would hate that and would be very polite when he was finally released and allowed to go find a mech to cuddle and get to satisfy his strange needs.

Until then Steeljaw would have to deal with his new mod.

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Glit onlined frame over heating. He squrimed unhappily, he hated this. He keened loudly  and sobbed. He didn’t like it! He didn’t want to overload alone. He wanted a mech to hold him and take care of him. He keened louder in despair as overload rocked through his frame.

He would make sure Steeljaw regretted this. He would. 
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(Glit and Steeljaw are OCs...also Steeljaw does not have creative punishments my friend I hope this is what you wanted)
Prompts from a Friend
 Pyro and a berth mech making with the cuddles.
Rating T (words 324)
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He was terrified, this was Pyro after all. He tugged on the chain connecting him to Pyro’s berth. He was going to be offlined or worse!

Glit led Pyro to his quarters, “Steeljaw is gone for the next decacycle. He wanted to bring you with him but he said he needed to get a feel of the other mechs there first. So he left you a gift sweetie.”

Glit opened the door, “You are his master but you can give him back to Steeljaw or one of the other mechs if you want.”

Pyro growled, “I don’t want it.”

Glit sighed, “Steeljaw hasn’t fragged him and he made me give him a special upgrade just for you.” Glit nudged him into the room and then left.

Pyro growled at the mech on his berth. “I don’t like you.”

The mech nodded, “I am sorry sir. I’ll leave if you let me. You won’t see me again.”

Pyro frowned and stalked forward. He reached out to unhook the mech but paused. It was warm close to the mech. He touched the mech and purred cuddling against him for a moment. “Are you one of Steeljaw’s berth pets?”

He trembled, “N-no sir. I mix energon. That is all, I mix energon and clean. I try and stay out of Steeljaw’s way sir I don’t want to bother him.”

Pyro pulled the mech down and snuggled against him. That was ok,  he would snuggle with this mech that Steeljaw left him. Maybe would make him prettier later though.  He hadn’t decided yet. He gave a sharp poke to one energon line to test that and watched as the mech whimpered and a small bit of energon oozed from a line. Yes maybe later.

He lay limply in Pyro’s arms and let the other cuddle against him. Primus he didn’t know who he had angered but if he could just survive the night he would be thankful.
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(Why do you ask me to write for Pyro? I cannot do it he ends up feeling all wrong)
Prompts from a Friend
Icestorm, Highwire, Backstab and Faststrike all meet in the afterlife. They can touch and feel just like normal mechs. How does it go?
Rating T (words 726)
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The well was nice enough, a mech could rest, do what they enjoyed in life, or what they had always done.

It did surprise Faststrike that he’d spend his time in the well waiting. He didn’t know how long it had been since the attack on the academy, he was just glad the sparklings had gotten away.

He sat quietly on the bench in the garden. It was more beautiful than any garden he had ever seen when he was online, but he couldn’t enjoy it.

He was alone.

Bonded mechs could find the ones he cared for, but he hadn’t been able to find Backstab.

He supposed that could have meant Backstab had survived the crash, but his spark knew that wasn’t true.

The well could be anything you wanted it to be, but Backstab wasn’t here. He didn’t want him.

He’d thought at first maybe he didn’t want Backstab enough, but he could see the doorway. The one he had made so that Backstab could come to him if he wanted it enough.
It started to rain, the acid stung his armor but didn’t damage him, he was already offline anyway. It rained a lot here, probably because of how much his spark ached.

He wiped his optics, he couldn’t tell if he was crying or if it was just the rain.

He curled up on the bench wings limp. The well wasn’t supposed to hurt. It was supposed to heal.

But even in a perfect place finding out the truth, that you were always just a stand in ached more than anything.

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He could hear pedsteps. He onlined his optics and noticed the rain had stopped. He sat upright suddenly hopeful only for his spark to break a little more. He didn’t know this mech.

“Hello, I’m Icestorm.”

Icestorm, oh, so the mech had come to his peaceful place to rub it in. Or maybe his spark had created the mech as a personification of what was causing him pain. He wasn’t quite sure how everything worked. 

Icestorm frowned, “Aren’t you going to say hello?”

He gave a sad laugh, “Hello Icestorm. Please leave.”

The frown grew deeper, “Not without you, come on Backstab has missed you.”

He just stared for a moment and then laughed a bit, his laughter rising even as tears started to fall. “Leave. I don’t know what I did to deserve this but just leave. I  had always thought from Backstab’s stories you were a kind mech but now I see you are a cruel one. If Backstab missed me he would be here but he chose you. He chose you and I don’t blame him for choosing the mechs he loved with all his spark over me. So just go, I don’t know what you are trying to prove but I hurt too much already in a place I shouldn’t feel pain.”

He hid his face and didn’t catch the second mech’s apperence.

Highwire was having none of this and he jerked Faststrike to his peds dragging him along. “Come on pretty wings. You are both idiots.”

Faststrike struggled a bit but soon Icestorm was on his other side dragging him along.

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Backstab sighed as he wandered around through his home. It was the home he had always wanted to make with Icestorm and Highwire. He should be happy here, but it felt like something was missing.

Slowly he made his way up the stairs. He loved his trine mates, but he missed Faststrike as well. He had looked for Faststrike everywhere, but he guessed the other wasn’t here. He hoped Faststrike was happy wherever he was.

Backstab frowned when he heard moans as he approached the door. Had his trine mates started without him? He opened the door and froze.

Faststrike didn’t know what to think as he was molested by Backstab’s trine mates. All he knew was that it felt so nice and he wasn’t alone.

Backstab wasn’t here though and that felt wrong. Why would they be doing this unless they wanted him to get--a familiar pair of lips covered his own and his optics onlined quickly. Backstab.

Backstab’s engine rumbled and he pulled all three mechs against him as he kissed Faststrike. Eventually letting up he nuzzled them each in turn. “Everything is perfect now.”

Faststrike couldn’t help but agree.
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(This was a hard one. I didn't know how to work Backstab in and he felt very forced for me.)
Prompts from a Friend
A really big bot and a really little bot fall in love, how do they interface?
Rating T (words 1594)
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Omega wasn’t the sharpest tool in the drawer, but he wasn’t stupid. He smiled as his mech arrived. It always felt like they didn’t get enough time together. He scooped the cyclebot up, cupping him gently between two servos. He could hold him in one but he was always worried about dropping him if he did that.

Other Mechs didn’t understand their relationship, but they were precious to each other.  He nuzzled his cyclebot carefully and purred when he felt the tiny kiss that was pressed to his cheek. It had taken a while to explain to the medic why he wanted the ability to up his sensitivity. He wanted to be able to feel his cyclebot.
Slider laughed, “You are thinking a lot again love. What is on your processor?” Slider didn’t care what others said, they were perfect for each other, the perfect balance.

“You.” It was hard for him to converse normally, he just didn’t get much practice with anyone but the medic and his cyclebot. “Mechs, think we cannot hear them. Mechs say horrible things.”

Slider frowned but then smiled and nuzzled him again. “Let them. I love you and you love me and that is all that matters.”

Omega’s engine rumbled, “love you.” He wouldn’t crush the other mechs, just because he didn’t want to see his cyclebot frown. He lay back a bit and stroked his mech’s frame. “We missed you.”

Slider smiled, “I missed you too. You want to hear about what I have been doing?”

Omega nodded, focusing all his sense on his cyclebot, his Slider.

Slider rambled on about the past few days. Missions, gossip, everything as Omega listened. When he had first started meeting with his lover he thought his silence meant he wasn’t listening. Then he learned the truth. Omega was so quiet because he listened so much.

Omega stroked Slider’s frame when he finally finished talking with one finger and slowly relayed his thoughts. Slider encouraging him to speak and express himself in a way he never had before.

Slider shivered when Omega’s finger began to linger on parts of his frame. “Omega. Now? Here?” He liked interfacing with his lover, even if it wasn’t any conventional form of interfacing. Omega though normally preferred to do it in a more private place.

The larger mech nodded and a small compartment opened in his chest. It was near his spark a place where normally a medic would access to scan his systems. It was the most sensitive part of his frame and he was looking forward to surprising his lover with his new upgrade.

Slider slipped inside and smiled when the armor closed over him.  The area was lit with the glow of Omega’s spark and it was warm and comfortable to him. It was a place he never wanted to leave. He started to touch. Stroking over large relays and sensor nodes.

A few times the charge off Omega’s overload had brought him over the edge multiple times so he always wanted to--he froze as something slid up his leg.

Soft bundles of wires pressed him up agains the most sensitive panel of the chamber and began to stroke his frame. “Omega!” He gasped out as they teased his seams and wires delicately, lovingly.

Omega rumbled around him as he chuckled, “Upgrade. For you.”

He moaned, his lover had upgraded himself for him. He’d never thought he would ever have a lover willing to do that. He felt Omega plug into his systems and he cried out in pleasure as the larger mech flooded his frame with energy.

Omega felt the echoes as Slider overloaded but they weren’t done yet. He was going to repay his lover and overload him like he couldn’t before.

One of the wire bundles opened Slider’s panel and stroked over his spike and valve while Omega greedily processed the information they sent him. Later he would take his mech where he could watch and not just feel, but this was their secret.

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Later Slider lay curled up on top of Omega’s chest, a thermal blanket over him, completely spent. “I like your new upgrade but you didn’t have to do that for me.”

Omega rubbed his back. “That is why we did.”

Slider purred and pressed a soft kiss to the chest beneath him, he loved his gentle giant.
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(And there you go. Two prompts answered...I tried to write more of the actual slash...but it wasn't happening)

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