Hound & Mirage Snippet 3
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ayngelcatTitle: It has to be: "Basic Instincts" That will be it. And there will be some resemblance to movie of same name *squee*
‘Verse: G1
Series: 1
Rating: Heading for (very) NC 17
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage
Oooohhh MePrimus. It's getting worse for TB!! *Ducks for cover*
But the course of true love never did run smooth. TB might just come out of this more than OK!!
Basic Instincts: Snippet 3
The racer was fragging the minibot. That much was obvious. And the minibot wore a look of unbridled desire, oozing with wanton adoration after his rescue at the dam. Seated right next to him on the rec room couch, the racer’s arm was draped around him as he talked casually to the Twins, his hand roving subtly over the red alt form components. And the minibot kept glancing up, unable to keep his optics off him.
Hound tore his optics away and took a gulp of his cube. He could not really blame the racer. Once, a long time back, on a tour of duty where he’d been away from Trailbreaker longer than he cared without an overload, Cliffjumper had kindly relieved his frustrations. And the minibot was good. Damned good! Dirty. Would do anything and have anything done. No doubt the racer was getting and doing plenty.
Hound pondered that possibility, wondering whether the minibot took the racer’s spike, or vice versa, or whether they gave it to each other. The now familiar tingling trickled through his circuits, coming to a focus in his interface recess. Uncomfortable, he shifted his stance, taking another sip and forcing himself to not look in the direction of the couch.
There was a soft touch on his cheek and a gentle hand brushed it. He looked up and into the gentle optics of his bondmate, unvizored in the soft interior lights of the Ark. Trailbreaker smiled the smile of one who has always loved, without conditions or questions. “You had an Earth fly on you, sweet,” he said. “Obviously has a distinct partiality to green Cybertronian metal. ...” he leaned close, “and has excellent taste, if I may say so.”
Attempting a smile, Hound dropped his head, feeling heavy in his spark. Hot tears spiked his optics. He wished he did not want the racer so much. It was wrong, he knew. Wrong to want to kiss him, wrong to want to explore every inch of him, wrong to imagine him stretched out on the berth before him and most definitely wrong to imagine him writhing underneath him. Wrong, wrong, WRONG! Hound shuttered his optics. The one he should be wanting was this wonderful mechanism here beside him.
The tinkle of minibot laughter floated across from the couch. Inwardly, Hound grimaced. He should definitely put more effort into the wonderful mechanism. He looked up. “I think we should turn in early,” he said. “We’ve got a busy one tomorrow.”
Trailbreaker’s face lit up. “Sure!” he said. "Let's go!"
Nevertheless, as they moved to the doorway, Hound was only too aware of the racer’s optics tracking him out of the room. Gritting his plates and suppressing an almost overwhelming desire to track him with a far greater intensity, the Tracker strode purposefully after his bondmate.
‘Verse: G1
Series: 1
Rating: Heading for (very) NC 17
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage
Oooohhh MePrimus. It's getting worse for TB!! *Ducks for cover*
But the course of true love never did run smooth. TB might just come out of this more than OK!!
Basic Instincts: Snippet 3
The racer was fragging the minibot. That much was obvious. And the minibot wore a look of unbridled desire, oozing with wanton adoration after his rescue at the dam. Seated right next to him on the rec room couch, the racer’s arm was draped around him as he talked casually to the Twins, his hand roving subtly over the red alt form components. And the minibot kept glancing up, unable to keep his optics off him.
Hound tore his optics away and took a gulp of his cube. He could not really blame the racer. Once, a long time back, on a tour of duty where he’d been away from Trailbreaker longer than he cared without an overload, Cliffjumper had kindly relieved his frustrations. And the minibot was good. Damned good! Dirty. Would do anything and have anything done. No doubt the racer was getting and doing plenty.
Hound pondered that possibility, wondering whether the minibot took the racer’s spike, or vice versa, or whether they gave it to each other. The now familiar tingling trickled through his circuits, coming to a focus in his interface recess. Uncomfortable, he shifted his stance, taking another sip and forcing himself to not look in the direction of the couch.
There was a soft touch on his cheek and a gentle hand brushed it. He looked up and into the gentle optics of his bondmate, unvizored in the soft interior lights of the Ark. Trailbreaker smiled the smile of one who has always loved, without conditions or questions. “You had an Earth fly on you, sweet,” he said. “Obviously has a distinct partiality to green Cybertronian metal. ...” he leaned close, “and has excellent taste, if I may say so.”
Attempting a smile, Hound dropped his head, feeling heavy in his spark. Hot tears spiked his optics. He wished he did not want the racer so much. It was wrong, he knew. Wrong to want to kiss him, wrong to want to explore every inch of him, wrong to imagine him stretched out on the berth before him and most definitely wrong to imagine him writhing underneath him. Wrong, wrong, WRONG! Hound shuttered his optics. The one he should be wanting was this wonderful mechanism here beside him.
The tinkle of minibot laughter floated across from the couch. Inwardly, Hound grimaced. He should definitely put more effort into the wonderful mechanism. He looked up. “I think we should turn in early,” he said. “We’ve got a busy one tomorrow.”
Trailbreaker’s face lit up. “Sure!” he said. "Let's go!"
Nevertheless, as they moved to the doorway, Hound was only too aware of the racer’s optics tracking him out of the room. Gritting his plates and suppressing an almost overwhelming desire to track him with a far greater intensity, the Tracker strode purposefully after his bondmate.
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Date: 2010-02-20 01:40 pm (UTC)*laughs* Well, third time's the charm, right?
Oooh, TB is getting some tonight *grins* Well, at least due to his guilt Hound will be showering TB with plenty of attention XD
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Date: 2010-02-21 01:17 pm (UTC)Ah the leg crossing scene in this is going to be fun!!
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Date: 2010-02-21 02:08 pm (UTC)