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ayngelcatTitle: The Uninvited Guest: Chapter 1
Universe: G1
Rating: NC17
Characters: Swindle, Smokescreen, Vortex
Warnings: Coarse and sexual language, adult themes, sexual acts of the sticky variety.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story.
Notes This is the first chapter in one of several stories about Smokescreen and Swindle, their relationship before the war and its demise. Which happened in part because of Swindle's new job with a certain criminal elite outfit. Well, one member in particular.
It will link into some of the fics which arise from this (still gaps in that so feel free to claim a prompt) and also into the 'Substitute' AU and associated fics.
I have the amazing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ultharkitty much to thank for a great deal of help and input with this. And she also wrote a brilliant (and sizzling hot) story which links in! Which will get posted soon :D
At this point, Smokescreen and Swindle live in domestic bliss (well sort of) in Smokey's Iacon apartment. This state of affairs is, however, about to be disrupted ....
~~The Uninvited Guest~~
Chapter 1
When Swindle moved into my place, everything was sweet. For a while.
The trouble was, Swindle developed this obsession: his new employment. And when he wasn’t ‘doing things’ for Onslaught, or engaged in escapades with his new ‘colleagues,’ he went on about them. A lot.
That day, we were busy cleaning up the apartment. It had been in rather a state. Swindle had been away, and I’d been moping, drinking more than I should and not clearing up after. When he’d returned, I’d whisked him into the berth where he’d been more than happy to have my undivided attention to his interface components for the best part of two cycles. The mounds of empty bottles, cubes and remnants of death sticks sat abandoned.
I was now in the process of rectifying this, and was tidying and vacuuming the floors, whilst I tried to ignore the growing pile of refuse. Swindle, meanwhile, was putting up pictures in the spare room – some ‘deep space prints’ he’d acquired from this shuttle friend of Onslaught’s who – I could gather from his continual chatter – was another one of ‘them.’ The task was taking an inordinately long time - on account of the chattering.
//This offworld mob were gettin’ real heavy!// he went on, his voice sounding over the moan and whine of the cleaner, as dust and bits and pieces were sucked into its nozzle. //They were tryina force me into a corner, see, make me agree to less than they’d said on com. And frag, if I’d been on my own, I’da been slagged, Smokey! But hell, no! Vortex and Brawl were suddenly just kinda there. And Vortex was like - amazing, Smokey! I never saw nothing like it!//
“Great …..” I said, trying to inject some enthusiasm into my voice, but not succeeding. Instead, more than an inkling of the annoyance I felt came through. The story had gone on for several breems. I was considerably unimpressed about Swin even getting in a situation like this, even more so with these ‘colleagues’ for letting him do so. And the way he had been talking about this Vortex – some heliformer gangster type by all accounts – was starting to really give me the pits.
//This offworlder, he was quite a bit bigger than them,// Swindle went on. //But Vortex – he just grabbed the slagger and said: You got a problem, fragwit? Cos it seems to me deal’s been done fair and square, and I don’t like it when mechs wanna mess with my associates. Heheh! And by that, he meant me of course, Smokey … //
My denta clenched, and I ground the vacuum cleaner hard into the floor.
“Brawl was really giving ‘em the evils, an’ this mob just backed off, Smokey!” Swindle was no longer on com. I glanced across to see him standing the door with the hammer in his hand, optics sparkling. “Like – no fraggin’ way they were gonna stay an’ argue,” he yelled above the vacuum noise. “And before they went, they put the whole lot in my credit account plus – plus a little bit extra. Vortex called that a ‘make sure we don’t come looking for ya’ bonus. Brawl said Vortex gets a lotta mechs to come up with that kinda money. Pretty neat, eh?“
It was fortunate that just then I came across a pile of cubes I hadn’t found earlier. I aimed the nozzle straight at them, and the glass shattered, disappearing with satisfying crunches and tinkles. //How convenient!// I was able to say , the noise drowning the positively murderous twinge in my voice as I concentrated, avoiding his twinkling optics.
Swindle switched back to com. //You’ll never guess what happened then!// he said. //The big one, he turned back and looked Vortex up and down in this really suggestive way. But Vortex, he just said. Keep walking, aft, you look at me like that again, you’re not just dead you’re – gonna know a whole dimension of pain like you never even thought of. Hey! Isn’t that cool?//
A large cube gave an extra satisfying crunch as it shattered. Could this get any worse? Not only had they put Swindle in danger, but it seemed this Vortex had all the intellectual capacity of a cyberfly. // Isn’t that a bit over the top?// I said. //What if you wanna do business with them again?// Maybe, I thought, this ‘Onslaught’ would have the good sense not to keep such a moron around for long.
“Oh yeah, no doubt!” Swindle had come up close and perched on the back of the settee. “But they’re gonna quake in their frames if that happens. They won’t dare try anything again. Not with Vortex and Brawl around!” He paused. “Yeah! I never had anyone so much – there for me.”
I cannot begin to tell you how furious that made me. “I suppose it doesn’t count that I’ve always been here for you, Swindle!“ I snapped, collecting the last shards of glass and switching the vacuum cleaner off so it came to rest with a low hum. I pushed past him without looking at him, and proceeded to stow it noisily in its niche in the wall.
But my state of mind had registered. I felt a small arm around my waist, and Swindle’s warm cheek pressed against my arm, and he was saying, “Awwww, they can’t take your place, Smoke. You’re like – special! I’ve really missed you …”
And there was nothing more guaranteed to wipe my mind of everything than Swindle against me, all warm metal and oil and polish, saying something like that. Instantly, I forgot all about Vortex and Brawl, and offworld mobs getting threatened with fates worse than death.
“Yeah, I’ve missed you too, Swin!” I said, and pulled him to me.
…………………………
The fragging was always good with Swindle. It was as though he built up as much charge in half a cycle as most mechs did in about ten. I never have, in all my long eons of existence, known anyone who could overload so hard and so frequently, with so little recovery time in between, and in such a way that my every sensor screamed for its own release. When my own overload came, I swear it always felt like a volcano exploded through my spike.
Despite our having indulged so recently, this promised to be no exception; and yet, as he collapsed on to me after about his fourth or fifth overload, the waves of release roaring up my spike and straight to my core, I found my mind roaming in a highly disquieting way. He’d been not just passionate, but amazingly passionate. Was he always quite as passionate as this?
Or - I froze inside - was it because he was thinking of other mechs. Certain, rotored other mechs? He hadn’t said my name once during the whole time we’d been doing it. And as he’d approached each overload, his face had been contorted with even greater than usual ecstasy, his optics hazy and unfocused; it was as though his spark was a million parsecs from what we were doing.
I shuttered my own optics and pulled him on to me, fucking him hard, thrusting into him and ramming the end plate of his valve, forcing the thoughts from my head. He came straight to another overload, which this time as the sheer force of its energy hit me I cried out, releasing in a deluge.
For a few clicks we floated, suspended in delicious waves as my spike pulsed, flooding him with fluid. As they subsided, his optics onlined, and then he was looking at me, all soft violet hues and afterglow.
“I love you, Smoke!” he whispered. Pulling me down, he kissed me in a way which left no doubt about the truth of this statement.
………………
A little later, he lay on my shoulder, his fingers curling gently against my bumper as I stroked his helm. I felt like a coghead. How could I have had those earlier thoughts? Just because Swindle had ‘exciting’ new colleagues it didn’t mean he was fragging them – or that he didn’t want me.
No – he loved me. And now, I reminded myself, I had some welcome time off – and we were going to have a few lovely days together. Yes - a 'break' would do wonders for us! We could go somewhere romantic, I thought. A nice resort, some tasty energon and a few more sessions like we just had, and he’d probably forget all about the new ‘associates’.
But this was not to be. For no sooner was the thought in my processor, than he stirred, propping himself up and looking at me, all excited again.
“By the way. Forgot to tell ya!” he said. “Vortex is coming over for a few drinks. I thought you could do some food!”
My systems jarred with a sharp twang, the ‘nice thoughts’ vanishing instantly. He invited him back. To my place? For food! My earlier anger surged with renewed potency. No. Talking about him was one thing but this …. Swindle had gone too far!
And I opened my mouth to say exactly that - but there he was, all enthusiastic face and shining purple optics, and the objection froze in my vocalizer.
“I …uh …” I stammered.
“Please ….” And then he kissed me in that way again.
And it was then, as his glossa probed in places which made my circuits tingle all over again, that my processor whirled as an idea - a very appealing idea - suddenly made itself known. A little smug feeling twanged inside me. Bring it on! I thought. Because suddenly it didn’t matter how ‘cool’ this character was. This would be my big chance to let him know exactly where he stood.
“Awwww – that’ll be swell!” I said, pushing Swindle back up and grinning.
“You’re the best!” he said, chuckling delightedly as I pulled him back on to my shoulder and tightened my hold.
I know! I thought.
Universe: G1
Rating: NC17
Characters: Swindle, Smokescreen, Vortex
Warnings: Coarse and sexual language, adult themes, sexual acts of the sticky variety.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story.
Notes This is the first chapter in one of several stories about Smokescreen and Swindle, their relationship before the war and its demise. Which happened in part because of Swindle's new job with a certain criminal elite outfit. Well, one member in particular.
It will link into some of the fics which arise from this (still gaps in that so feel free to claim a prompt) and also into the 'Substitute' AU and associated fics.
I have the amazing
ultharkitty much to thank for a great deal of help and input with this. And she also wrote a brilliant (and sizzling hot) story which links in! Which will get posted soon :DAt this point, Smokescreen and Swindle live in domestic bliss (well sort of) in Smokey's Iacon apartment. This state of affairs is, however, about to be disrupted ....
~~The Uninvited Guest~~
Chapter 1
When Swindle moved into my place, everything was sweet. For a while.
The trouble was, Swindle developed this obsession: his new employment. And when he wasn’t ‘doing things’ for Onslaught, or engaged in escapades with his new ‘colleagues,’ he went on about them. A lot.
That day, we were busy cleaning up the apartment. It had been in rather a state. Swindle had been away, and I’d been moping, drinking more than I should and not clearing up after. When he’d returned, I’d whisked him into the berth where he’d been more than happy to have my undivided attention to his interface components for the best part of two cycles. The mounds of empty bottles, cubes and remnants of death sticks sat abandoned.
I was now in the process of rectifying this, and was tidying and vacuuming the floors, whilst I tried to ignore the growing pile of refuse. Swindle, meanwhile, was putting up pictures in the spare room – some ‘deep space prints’ he’d acquired from this shuttle friend of Onslaught’s who – I could gather from his continual chatter – was another one of ‘them.’ The task was taking an inordinately long time - on account of the chattering.
//This offworld mob were gettin’ real heavy!// he went on, his voice sounding over the moan and whine of the cleaner, as dust and bits and pieces were sucked into its nozzle. //They were tryina force me into a corner, see, make me agree to less than they’d said on com. And frag, if I’d been on my own, I’da been slagged, Smokey! But hell, no! Vortex and Brawl were suddenly just kinda there. And Vortex was like - amazing, Smokey! I never saw nothing like it!//
“Great …..” I said, trying to inject some enthusiasm into my voice, but not succeeding. Instead, more than an inkling of the annoyance I felt came through. The story had gone on for several breems. I was considerably unimpressed about Swin even getting in a situation like this, even more so with these ‘colleagues’ for letting him do so. And the way he had been talking about this Vortex – some heliformer gangster type by all accounts – was starting to really give me the pits.
//This offworlder, he was quite a bit bigger than them,// Swindle went on. //But Vortex – he just grabbed the slagger and said: You got a problem, fragwit? Cos it seems to me deal’s been done fair and square, and I don’t like it when mechs wanna mess with my associates. Heheh! And by that, he meant me of course, Smokey … //
My denta clenched, and I ground the vacuum cleaner hard into the floor.
“Brawl was really giving ‘em the evils, an’ this mob just backed off, Smokey!” Swindle was no longer on com. I glanced across to see him standing the door with the hammer in his hand, optics sparkling. “Like – no fraggin’ way they were gonna stay an’ argue,” he yelled above the vacuum noise. “And before they went, they put the whole lot in my credit account plus – plus a little bit extra. Vortex called that a ‘make sure we don’t come looking for ya’ bonus. Brawl said Vortex gets a lotta mechs to come up with that kinda money. Pretty neat, eh?“
It was fortunate that just then I came across a pile of cubes I hadn’t found earlier. I aimed the nozzle straight at them, and the glass shattered, disappearing with satisfying crunches and tinkles. //How convenient!// I was able to say , the noise drowning the positively murderous twinge in my voice as I concentrated, avoiding his twinkling optics.
Swindle switched back to com. //You’ll never guess what happened then!// he said. //The big one, he turned back and looked Vortex up and down in this really suggestive way. But Vortex, he just said. Keep walking, aft, you look at me like that again, you’re not just dead you’re – gonna know a whole dimension of pain like you never even thought of. Hey! Isn’t that cool?//
A large cube gave an extra satisfying crunch as it shattered. Could this get any worse? Not only had they put Swindle in danger, but it seemed this Vortex had all the intellectual capacity of a cyberfly. // Isn’t that a bit over the top?// I said. //What if you wanna do business with them again?// Maybe, I thought, this ‘Onslaught’ would have the good sense not to keep such a moron around for long.
“Oh yeah, no doubt!” Swindle had come up close and perched on the back of the settee. “But they’re gonna quake in their frames if that happens. They won’t dare try anything again. Not with Vortex and Brawl around!” He paused. “Yeah! I never had anyone so much – there for me.”
I cannot begin to tell you how furious that made me. “I suppose it doesn’t count that I’ve always been here for you, Swindle!“ I snapped, collecting the last shards of glass and switching the vacuum cleaner off so it came to rest with a low hum. I pushed past him without looking at him, and proceeded to stow it noisily in its niche in the wall.
But my state of mind had registered. I felt a small arm around my waist, and Swindle’s warm cheek pressed against my arm, and he was saying, “Awwww, they can’t take your place, Smoke. You’re like – special! I’ve really missed you …”
And there was nothing more guaranteed to wipe my mind of everything than Swindle against me, all warm metal and oil and polish, saying something like that. Instantly, I forgot all about Vortex and Brawl, and offworld mobs getting threatened with fates worse than death.
“Yeah, I’ve missed you too, Swin!” I said, and pulled him to me.
…………………………
The fragging was always good with Swindle. It was as though he built up as much charge in half a cycle as most mechs did in about ten. I never have, in all my long eons of existence, known anyone who could overload so hard and so frequently, with so little recovery time in between, and in such a way that my every sensor screamed for its own release. When my own overload came, I swear it always felt like a volcano exploded through my spike.
Despite our having indulged so recently, this promised to be no exception; and yet, as he collapsed on to me after about his fourth or fifth overload, the waves of release roaring up my spike and straight to my core, I found my mind roaming in a highly disquieting way. He’d been not just passionate, but amazingly passionate. Was he always quite as passionate as this?
Or - I froze inside - was it because he was thinking of other mechs. Certain, rotored other mechs? He hadn’t said my name once during the whole time we’d been doing it. And as he’d approached each overload, his face had been contorted with even greater than usual ecstasy, his optics hazy and unfocused; it was as though his spark was a million parsecs from what we were doing.
I shuttered my own optics and pulled him on to me, fucking him hard, thrusting into him and ramming the end plate of his valve, forcing the thoughts from my head. He came straight to another overload, which this time as the sheer force of its energy hit me I cried out, releasing in a deluge.
For a few clicks we floated, suspended in delicious waves as my spike pulsed, flooding him with fluid. As they subsided, his optics onlined, and then he was looking at me, all soft violet hues and afterglow.
“I love you, Smoke!” he whispered. Pulling me down, he kissed me in a way which left no doubt about the truth of this statement.
………………
A little later, he lay on my shoulder, his fingers curling gently against my bumper as I stroked his helm. I felt like a coghead. How could I have had those earlier thoughts? Just because Swindle had ‘exciting’ new colleagues it didn’t mean he was fragging them – or that he didn’t want me.
No – he loved me. And now, I reminded myself, I had some welcome time off – and we were going to have a few lovely days together. Yes - a 'break' would do wonders for us! We could go somewhere romantic, I thought. A nice resort, some tasty energon and a few more sessions like we just had, and he’d probably forget all about the new ‘associates’.
But this was not to be. For no sooner was the thought in my processor, than he stirred, propping himself up and looking at me, all excited again.
“By the way. Forgot to tell ya!” he said. “Vortex is coming over for a few drinks. I thought you could do some food!”
My systems jarred with a sharp twang, the ‘nice thoughts’ vanishing instantly. He invited him back. To my place? For food! My earlier anger surged with renewed potency. No. Talking about him was one thing but this …. Swindle had gone too far!
And I opened my mouth to say exactly that - but there he was, all enthusiastic face and shining purple optics, and the objection froze in my vocalizer.
“I …uh …” I stammered.
“Please ….” And then he kissed me in that way again.
And it was then, as his glossa probed in places which made my circuits tingle all over again, that my processor whirled as an idea - a very appealing idea - suddenly made itself known. A little smug feeling twanged inside me. Bring it on! I thought. Because suddenly it didn’t matter how ‘cool’ this character was. This would be my big chance to let him know exactly where he stood.
“Awwww – that’ll be swell!” I said, pushing Swindle back up and grinning.
“You’re the best!” he said, chuckling delightedly as I pulled him back on to my shoulder and tightened my hold.
I know! I thought.
