The Uninvited Guest: Chapter 2
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ayngelcatTitle: The Uninvited Guest: Chapter 2
Universe: G1
Rating: NC17
Characters: Swindle, Smokescreen, Vortex
Warnings: Coarse and sexual language, adult themes, sexual acts of the sticky variety.
Notes This is the second 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.
Thanks again to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ultharkitty for input, inspiration and beta XD
Drama continues from here
~~The Uninvited Guest~~
Chapter 2
It was still a few breems before the heliformer was due to arrive. Splashing, accompanied by a happy humming sound came from the ablution room where Swindle, having already washed himself a great deal more meticulously than usual, was now putting in some 'extra touches.' I grimaced, trying not to pay too much attention to the uncharacteristically thorough job.
"Hey Smokey," he yelled out. "You got the oilcakes and casserole in the cooker?"
"No," I said. "I might put them in now." I started towards the kitchen, slowly, an ache in my spark. How much I wanted to have Swindle always splashing around in my ablution room. How much I didn't want him 'going off' with some heliform gangster. But then, my spark hardened. It was not going to happen. And this amazingly there mech, this cool operator - who was really nothing but a mindless thug - would be left in no doubt about that!
I was putting the containers in the cooker when the buzzer sounded, indicating the arrival of a visitor at the downstairs entrance.
My circuits jarred uncomfortably, as Swindle's alarmed face appeared at the door to the kitchen. "Smokey!" he squeaked. "I am sooo not nearly ready! Can you keep him talking for a click or two?"
It didn't escape me that Swindle's panels positively gleamed. He looked really good. For a microsecond I despaired again. When was the last time he went to that trouble for me? And how could any mech – even one with only half a processor – resist him?
But suddenly, a most 'in control' feeling took over. How fortuitous that I would meet this would be replacement for my affections one on one! I would look him in the optic, mech to mech, and this 'association' would get off on exactly the kind of footing it needed to get off on!
"No worries, Swin, you finish up. I'll let him in," I said. And closing the cooker door, I drew myself up and strode resolutely in the direction of the hallway, stiffening my doorwings rather as my cousin Prowl would do.
Yes, I thought, as I approached the little console with the screen which gave a visual of the downstairs lobby. I was a Praxan, a member of the Datsun Clan. And I was damned if I was getting fragged around!
I would 'string out' his admittance to my humble abode, I thought, feeling pleased. Ask a few – questions. Keep him hovering on the doorstep. That way, Swindle got to finish his beautification process and this character – well he would get the message that he was not so important that he was getting anywhere near my door before I'd decided this could happen!
But I stopped in my tracks at the image on the screen.
...
Later, I surmised, it was hard for anyone not to be taken by Vortex. Even on camera, he cut an extremely striking first impression.
Large and shiny, he stood in a casual stance, strong arms folded over a powerful chest. The security lights were catching him at just such an angle that he gleamed against the dark backdrop. I gave a sharp intake as I took in the well-put-together form, dark face clad in a battle mask and red visor and, visible behind him, the tips of four large rotors.
I could not help a little tingle from spreading inside. Even on the screen, the mech exuded a kind of smexuality and power you didn't see that often. I looked closer, noting that his paint was a dark metallic grey and that the rotor tips quivered now and then. Unable to prevent it, my optics travelled down. Stocky thighs were parted slightly and just above them, the inevitable bulge of an unmistakeably well filled codpiece.
I shivered. At the same time I became aware of the drier rattling in the ablution room, and for a moment, dread again plunged into my spark. There was absolutely no question what Swindle saw in this mech! How could this paragon of mechly power not be my downfall?
I despaired. Soon, no longer would I hear the sounds of Swindle splashing his ablutions, or tapping pictures on to walls, or - of Swindle doing anything. I would never hold him close, stroke his helm again, or kiss him deeply as we swept into overload ...
The heliformer shifted. He was staring straight at the camera, and because of the mask it was impossible to read his expression, but his rotors twitched, his optics flaring slightly in a way which made me think that waiting in doorways wore thin for him very quickly, and probably resulted in not very nice outcomes for those who made him do it.
And that was enough to remind me who and what he was. Enough to bring back my earlier resolve. Yes! However magnificent this specimen was, he clearly lacked in self control, and undoubtedly possessed only basic neural circuits. I was right in my earlier assumptions!
Well, he could get as steamed up as he liked, put on a show, flash his impressive body and rotors all he liked. But he'd get the message loud and clear. Nobody jumped to his tune!
I smiled to myself. This was exactly how I wanted it!
I cast another glance at the screen as he shifted again, all raw metal power. A burst of heat went through my engine, but I instantly quelled it with a wash of coolant. No! It would not work on me! And I was not losing Swindle to him!
With controlled nonchalance, I activated the two way visual. "Uh – Vortex isn't it?" I said, pleased, because I managed to sound impressively indifferent.
He unfolded his arms. Then his face loomed closer as he peered into the camera, his battle mask retracting to reveal a chiseled, well set grey face. Despite my resolve, my circuits gave a sharp jolt. In addition to being well built, Vortex was also extraordinarily good looking.
His optics roved, checking me over. He grinned. "Well now, Swin didn't tell me about the doorwings!" he said, and his voice was deep, metallic and with a rough and gritty Kaon drawl which sounded astoundingly sexy. And I could not help it, my lower regions burned, a fiery path tracing its way right to my core.
"You gonna let me in?" he said. "Or do I only get to see 'em from here?"
Heat washed through me, and I opened my mouth to speak. But at that moment, there was a metal rustling and quick footsteps, and Swindle appeared beside me.
My lover let out a gasp. "Smokey! What are you doing? Let him in! Hell – sorry Vortex! Er - door catch has been a bit sticky lately!"
Leaning across me, he activated the downstairs door release. "Come on up!" he said.
I tore my optics from the screen, in time to see Swindle cast a puzzled and rather cross look in my direction. He did not see the look of pure lechery which, out of the corner of my optic, I saw Vortex give me.
"See ya's in a click, sexy mechs!" the heliformer said. And Swindle and I both looked at the screen as his face disappeared from view.
Then came the sound of feet clanking up the stairs outside. I turned to Swindle, my processor a mess of shock and confusion. I didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered, furious or excited. Fear of losing Swindle - or triumph if I didn't – was no longer in my processor. The heliformer's approach and imminent arrival, the seeing of him right here face to face, any minute now, consumed me entirely.
Swindle frowned. But clearly my reaction was not a priority either. He smiled nervously. "How do I look?"
I was conscious again of his gleaming form, the ultra 'clean' scent of him with a whiff of expensive polish. He looked radiant! His whole countenance sent a tingle through my spark, warm, familiar, and filled with the solidity of the life we'd made together. Swindle mattered. And what was I playing at? I was going to save him from this fiend in the stairwell. Not gawp at the moron like some mechalescent halfwit.
The footsteps got closer, and a large shadow fell across the entranceway. Current surged through my pelvic circuits, and I knew I just should not look at Vortex.
"You look fantastic," I said to Swindle, and I leaned over and kissed him, very gently. "I'll – uh - go get some drinks!"
...
I clattered in the kitchen cupboard, my mood darkening as I made far more noise than was necessary as I extracted some cubes. Since entering the apartment - my apartment - he had not even acknowledged me!
All right, so I had not greeted him at the door. But he knew I was here, he'd seen me on the screen, for Primus sake! It was my place! Surely it was not beyond even his limited intelligence to have the decency to poke his head around the door and say "Hi! I'm Vortex!"
But no! Instead, he had made himself perfectly at home in the loungeroom! And now, the aroma of deathsticks wafted in, his infuriating drawl sounding in concert with Swindle's equally infuriating chirping as they 'caught up on work issues.'
My lover seemed to have forgotten I even existed.
"How'd things go on Ganthis?" he bubbled enthusiastically as I found the cubes I'd been looking for - an inferior brand I wasn't fond of, received as an unwelcome gift from a friend - and banged them down on the bench.
"All right I guess," responded the heliformer. "Deal went down. We got the glitch who tried to rip us off. We ... took him out."
His voice was low and throaty , and I thought I caught a rev to his engine. No doubt all part of the 'act' to appear 'cool' and 'dangerous!' Well he didn't! I insisted to myself as I pulled out a much better quality cube for myself and ripped the top off, driving any smidgen of any notion of his 'attractiveness' once and all from my processor.
"You really put him right out of action?" Swindle sounded enraptured.
"Yeah! And a few of his hangers on." There was a chuckle "Lotta body parts scattered around and energon flowing." The chuckle deepened, resonating in a way I presumed was supposed to sound impressively 'evil.' "Messy - but satisfying."
"Hey - swell! Wish I coulda seen it!"
My denta gritted, and I took a large swig from the cube, grateful for the fiery path it burned to my processor. At least, if nothing else, Vortex was proving true to form. I looked at the cubes on the bench. He could have one, I decided, to appease Swindle. Then I would have no hesitation in asking him to leave, confident that I had done absolutely the right thing.
Then Swindle and I would have a 'talk.' And I did not think for one click that he would like what I had to say, but it would be for his own good!
I picked up the cubes and steeled myself, and prepared to join them in a way which left no doubt about my sentiments.
"What's the story with Itopis ?" Swindle piped up, before I had taken a step.
Vortex gave another chuckle. "That's just where Onslaughts' got a bit of a shooting range. And a hunting lodge. Fun! There's cyberfauna there - turbofoxes an' the like. They make OK targets - you're gonna dig it."
"Cool!"
I froze. They were going away together? To this big shot's hunting lodge? I could not believe it! Had they really gotten that close in such a short space of time?
There was a metal rustling and the sound of a chair scraping on the floor, followed by the click of another death stick being lit. "Make a change from this joint!" Vortex drawled. "It's all right - but - bit chintzy for my tastes. A bit too - Praxan. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I know!" Swindle chirped. "Bit of a dive. But hey, no problem! Way I'm going, I'm gonna get somewhere far better in no time!"
My spark reeled in utter shock. And then I bristled in absolute outrage. Was that really how it was? After all I'd done for Swindle, brought him in, given him a home, shared my berth with him and this was how he ended up thanking me?
Well, if that was how he felt, he could leave as well. Yes! They could both go. Swindle had made his berth and he could lie in it. I was going right in there now, and I was going to tell Swindle it was obvious how he felt, and that his stuff would be waiting in the lobby downstairs just as soon as I could gather it together!
On impulse, I crossed the room and got out one of my rather better trays – one awarded by the Bank - the Bank of Iacon, the sensible, legitimate employer with whom I was going to have a long and prosperous career, free of types like Vortex and Swindle!
I loaded the three cubes and, picking it up proudly, strode out of the kitchen.
Universe: G1
Rating: NC17
Characters: Swindle, Smokescreen, Vortex
Warnings: Coarse and sexual language, adult themes, sexual acts of the sticky variety.
Notes This is the second 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.
Thanks again to
ultharkitty for input, inspiration and beta XDDrama continues from here
~~The Uninvited Guest~~
Chapter 2
It was still a few breems before the heliformer was due to arrive. Splashing, accompanied by a happy humming sound came from the ablution room where Swindle, having already washed himself a great deal more meticulously than usual, was now putting in some 'extra touches.' I grimaced, trying not to pay too much attention to the uncharacteristically thorough job.
"Hey Smokey," he yelled out. "You got the oilcakes and casserole in the cooker?"
"No," I said. "I might put them in now." I started towards the kitchen, slowly, an ache in my spark. How much I wanted to have Swindle always splashing around in my ablution room. How much I didn't want him 'going off' with some heliform gangster. But then, my spark hardened. It was not going to happen. And this amazingly there mech, this cool operator - who was really nothing but a mindless thug - would be left in no doubt about that!
I was putting the containers in the cooker when the buzzer sounded, indicating the arrival of a visitor at the downstairs entrance.
My circuits jarred uncomfortably, as Swindle's alarmed face appeared at the door to the kitchen. "Smokey!" he squeaked. "I am sooo not nearly ready! Can you keep him talking for a click or two?"
It didn't escape me that Swindle's panels positively gleamed. He looked really good. For a microsecond I despaired again. When was the last time he went to that trouble for me? And how could any mech – even one with only half a processor – resist him?
But suddenly, a most 'in control' feeling took over. How fortuitous that I would meet this would be replacement for my affections one on one! I would look him in the optic, mech to mech, and this 'association' would get off on exactly the kind of footing it needed to get off on!
"No worries, Swin, you finish up. I'll let him in," I said. And closing the cooker door, I drew myself up and strode resolutely in the direction of the hallway, stiffening my doorwings rather as my cousin Prowl would do.
Yes, I thought, as I approached the little console with the screen which gave a visual of the downstairs lobby. I was a Praxan, a member of the Datsun Clan. And I was damned if I was getting fragged around!
I would 'string out' his admittance to my humble abode, I thought, feeling pleased. Ask a few – questions. Keep him hovering on the doorstep. That way, Swindle got to finish his beautification process and this character – well he would get the message that he was not so important that he was getting anywhere near my door before I'd decided this could happen!
But I stopped in my tracks at the image on the screen.
...
Later, I surmised, it was hard for anyone not to be taken by Vortex. Even on camera, he cut an extremely striking first impression.
Large and shiny, he stood in a casual stance, strong arms folded over a powerful chest. The security lights were catching him at just such an angle that he gleamed against the dark backdrop. I gave a sharp intake as I took in the well-put-together form, dark face clad in a battle mask and red visor and, visible behind him, the tips of four large rotors.
I could not help a little tingle from spreading inside. Even on the screen, the mech exuded a kind of smexuality and power you didn't see that often. I looked closer, noting that his paint was a dark metallic grey and that the rotor tips quivered now and then. Unable to prevent it, my optics travelled down. Stocky thighs were parted slightly and just above them, the inevitable bulge of an unmistakeably well filled codpiece.
I shivered. At the same time I became aware of the drier rattling in the ablution room, and for a moment, dread again plunged into my spark. There was absolutely no question what Swindle saw in this mech! How could this paragon of mechly power not be my downfall?
I despaired. Soon, no longer would I hear the sounds of Swindle splashing his ablutions, or tapping pictures on to walls, or - of Swindle doing anything. I would never hold him close, stroke his helm again, or kiss him deeply as we swept into overload ...
The heliformer shifted. He was staring straight at the camera, and because of the mask it was impossible to read his expression, but his rotors twitched, his optics flaring slightly in a way which made me think that waiting in doorways wore thin for him very quickly, and probably resulted in not very nice outcomes for those who made him do it.
And that was enough to remind me who and what he was. Enough to bring back my earlier resolve. Yes! However magnificent this specimen was, he clearly lacked in self control, and undoubtedly possessed only basic neural circuits. I was right in my earlier assumptions!
Well, he could get as steamed up as he liked, put on a show, flash his impressive body and rotors all he liked. But he'd get the message loud and clear. Nobody jumped to his tune!
I smiled to myself. This was exactly how I wanted it!
I cast another glance at the screen as he shifted again, all raw metal power. A burst of heat went through my engine, but I instantly quelled it with a wash of coolant. No! It would not work on me! And I was not losing Swindle to him!
With controlled nonchalance, I activated the two way visual. "Uh – Vortex isn't it?" I said, pleased, because I managed to sound impressively indifferent.
He unfolded his arms. Then his face loomed closer as he peered into the camera, his battle mask retracting to reveal a chiseled, well set grey face. Despite my resolve, my circuits gave a sharp jolt. In addition to being well built, Vortex was also extraordinarily good looking.
His optics roved, checking me over. He grinned. "Well now, Swin didn't tell me about the doorwings!" he said, and his voice was deep, metallic and with a rough and gritty Kaon drawl which sounded astoundingly sexy. And I could not help it, my lower regions burned, a fiery path tracing its way right to my core.
"You gonna let me in?" he said. "Or do I only get to see 'em from here?"
Heat washed through me, and I opened my mouth to speak. But at that moment, there was a metal rustling and quick footsteps, and Swindle appeared beside me.
My lover let out a gasp. "Smokey! What are you doing? Let him in! Hell – sorry Vortex! Er - door catch has been a bit sticky lately!"
Leaning across me, he activated the downstairs door release. "Come on up!" he said.
I tore my optics from the screen, in time to see Swindle cast a puzzled and rather cross look in my direction. He did not see the look of pure lechery which, out of the corner of my optic, I saw Vortex give me.
"See ya's in a click, sexy mechs!" the heliformer said. And Swindle and I both looked at the screen as his face disappeared from view.
Then came the sound of feet clanking up the stairs outside. I turned to Swindle, my processor a mess of shock and confusion. I didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered, furious or excited. Fear of losing Swindle - or triumph if I didn't – was no longer in my processor. The heliformer's approach and imminent arrival, the seeing of him right here face to face, any minute now, consumed me entirely.
Swindle frowned. But clearly my reaction was not a priority either. He smiled nervously. "How do I look?"
I was conscious again of his gleaming form, the ultra 'clean' scent of him with a whiff of expensive polish. He looked radiant! His whole countenance sent a tingle through my spark, warm, familiar, and filled with the solidity of the life we'd made together. Swindle mattered. And what was I playing at? I was going to save him from this fiend in the stairwell. Not gawp at the moron like some mechalescent halfwit.
The footsteps got closer, and a large shadow fell across the entranceway. Current surged through my pelvic circuits, and I knew I just should not look at Vortex.
"You look fantastic," I said to Swindle, and I leaned over and kissed him, very gently. "I'll – uh - go get some drinks!"
...
I clattered in the kitchen cupboard, my mood darkening as I made far more noise than was necessary as I extracted some cubes. Since entering the apartment - my apartment - he had not even acknowledged me!
All right, so I had not greeted him at the door. But he knew I was here, he'd seen me on the screen, for Primus sake! It was my place! Surely it was not beyond even his limited intelligence to have the decency to poke his head around the door and say "Hi! I'm Vortex!"
But no! Instead, he had made himself perfectly at home in the loungeroom! And now, the aroma of deathsticks wafted in, his infuriating drawl sounding in concert with Swindle's equally infuriating chirping as they 'caught up on work issues.'
My lover seemed to have forgotten I even existed.
"How'd things go on Ganthis?" he bubbled enthusiastically as I found the cubes I'd been looking for - an inferior brand I wasn't fond of, received as an unwelcome gift from a friend - and banged them down on the bench.
"All right I guess," responded the heliformer. "Deal went down. We got the glitch who tried to rip us off. We ... took him out."
His voice was low and throaty , and I thought I caught a rev to his engine. No doubt all part of the 'act' to appear 'cool' and 'dangerous!' Well he didn't! I insisted to myself as I pulled out a much better quality cube for myself and ripped the top off, driving any smidgen of any notion of his 'attractiveness' once and all from my processor.
"You really put him right out of action?" Swindle sounded enraptured.
"Yeah! And a few of his hangers on." There was a chuckle "Lotta body parts scattered around and energon flowing." The chuckle deepened, resonating in a way I presumed was supposed to sound impressively 'evil.' "Messy - but satisfying."
"Hey - swell! Wish I coulda seen it!"
My denta gritted, and I took a large swig from the cube, grateful for the fiery path it burned to my processor. At least, if nothing else, Vortex was proving true to form. I looked at the cubes on the bench. He could have one, I decided, to appease Swindle. Then I would have no hesitation in asking him to leave, confident that I had done absolutely the right thing.
Then Swindle and I would have a 'talk.' And I did not think for one click that he would like what I had to say, but it would be for his own good!
I picked up the cubes and steeled myself, and prepared to join them in a way which left no doubt about my sentiments.
"What's the story with Itopis ?" Swindle piped up, before I had taken a step.
Vortex gave another chuckle. "That's just where Onslaughts' got a bit of a shooting range. And a hunting lodge. Fun! There's cyberfauna there - turbofoxes an' the like. They make OK targets - you're gonna dig it."
"Cool!"
I froze. They were going away together? To this big shot's hunting lodge? I could not believe it! Had they really gotten that close in such a short space of time?
There was a metal rustling and the sound of a chair scraping on the floor, followed by the click of another death stick being lit. "Make a change from this joint!" Vortex drawled. "It's all right - but - bit chintzy for my tastes. A bit too - Praxan. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I know!" Swindle chirped. "Bit of a dive. But hey, no problem! Way I'm going, I'm gonna get somewhere far better in no time!"
My spark reeled in utter shock. And then I bristled in absolute outrage. Was that really how it was? After all I'd done for Swindle, brought him in, given him a home, shared my berth with him and this was how he ended up thanking me?
Well, if that was how he felt, he could leave as well. Yes! They could both go. Swindle had made his berth and he could lie in it. I was going right in there now, and I was going to tell Swindle it was obvious how he felt, and that his stuff would be waiting in the lobby downstairs just as soon as I could gather it together!
On impulse, I crossed the room and got out one of my rather better trays – one awarded by the Bank - the Bank of Iacon, the sensible, legitimate employer with whom I was going to have a long and prosperous career, free of types like Vortex and Swindle!
I loaded the three cubes and, picking it up proudly, strode out of the kitchen.
