Now You See Me...

Greetings. My name is Mirage, member of the Autobot faction. I may not be as young as I once was but I can still drive circles around those blasted 'Cons. Independent RP blog for TFP Mirage. Don't like? The back button is in the corner of your screen. MAY CONTAIN NSFW! Mirage icon art by dou-hong @ deviantART

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage couldn’t help but shiver in excited delight as Hound finally emerged.  “You look divine, darling.  Truly.”  Tapping an empty spot on the berth with his pede, he wanted Hound up on the berth now.  

“I hate that you were gone so long, my love.  I missed you.”

[muddingbot-blog]

Chuckling gently, Hound quickly moved to his lover, wasting no time in climbing onto that berth to slide next to his bonded. His servos were instantly on the spy, roving over his frame, caressing neck cabling as his lips descended momentarily upon gorgeous silver ones.

How he missed this, badly needed this. For a moment, the room was silenced within their sweet, ender, slow kiss, save for the machinations of their frames working quietly in the background. To hear nothing aside that, the gentle tick of their frames, a slide of a piston or two as they moved every so slightly …

“I’ve missed ya so very much,” he muttered, pulling away from their kiss to lay dim optics on his bondmate. “I’m sorry I was gone so long …  But I don’t plan on leavin’ any time soon.”

[autobot-mirage]

He was more then content to just lay back and press against Hound’s warm- and thankfully now clean frame.  Mirage melted into his mate’s gentle kiss, scooting closer and closer until there was hardly any space between them.

“I’m so relieved to hear you say that.  We’ve so much time to make up for already.  And if anything happened to you now...”  He shook his helm, falling silent and listening to Hound’s soft venting.  

[autobot-mirage]

He lays his helm against Jazz’s chest, enjoying the sound of his systems humming.  He’s alive….and that’s such a wonderful thing.  “Hmph…”  He huffs but a smile plays at his lips.  “Play your cards right, and we’ll see.”

[sassonwheels-archive-deactivate]

The saboteur smiles, resting his chin on top of Mirage’s helm. “Yessir, I’ll be on my best behavior. Cross my heart, ‘s the people here say.”

[autobot-mirage]

The spy’s vents stuttered and he held onto Jazz tighter.  He...he knew how he felt about the saboteur...wanted to protect him from what he wanted.  Didn’t want to hurt him...

“Keep that promise always...  And if you ever...ever, take a leave of absence like that again...  You’ll see a Mirage that will chill you to your spark.”

[autobot-mirage]

“And myself…?  You know what happens, I’m such a terribly lightweight…”  He sighed dramatically, and found himself giving into the urge to pull Jazz into another embrace.

“….I am angry with you though….  I was so worried…”

[sassonwheels-archive-deactivate]

It’s ridiculous how pleasant that embrace feels; as he brings his arms around Mirage, he wishes time would just stop for one moment so that he could enjoy it as long as he needed it. He knows that need wouldn’t ever be satisfied, though. There’s always a little more to ask for, always one last look to share before they part ways, always one last word before silence falls between them.

Jazz can’t help but think he’s being silly. He probably is.

“You’ve got all the right t’ be angry, Raj. Though is it bad for me to hope that it doesn’t last long?”

[autobot-mirage]

He lays his helm against Jazz’s chest, enjoying the sound of his systems humming.  He’s alive....and that’s such a wonderful thing.  “Hmph...”  He huffs but a smile plays at his lips.  “Play your cards right, and we’ll see.”

[autobot-mirage]

Clapping a friendly servo onto Jazz’s shoulder, it took everything he had to keep from pulling him into another embrace.  “But until you feel up to the task…would you care to have a drink with me?” 

[sassonwheels-archive-deactivate]

“Hell yeah, I can do that!” He may have responded with a bit more enthusiasm than necessary, but at this point Jazz couldn’t care less. He will blame in on the company he’s in, though, and he snickers at the thought.

“But not too much: we all know what ‘appens when the buzz gets t’ me.”

[autobot-mirage]

“And myself...?  You know what happens, I’m such a terribly lightweight...”  He sighed dramatically, and found himself giving into the urge to pull Jazz into another embrace.

“....I am angry with you though....  I was so worried...”

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage laughed, “Alright, alright maestro!  Ever the perfectionist….!”  This felt good.  Good to laugh and smile with a dear friend again.  “Although you must know, I think anything you play is perfection.” 

[sassonwheels-archive-deactivate]

The spy’s laugh is like music to his audios; Jazz had almost forgotten how it sounded like. It’s a good thing that he has his visor on at all times, because he finds himself utterly unable to look anywhere else that isn’t Mirage. Perhaps it’s the past suddenly catching up to him, perhaps it’s the fact that he’s gone months without seeing his friend, but there’s just no looking away.

Someone needs to smack him upside the helm for this.

“Well, it ain’t like I don’t try,” he replies, trying to keep his mind off the matter. “Lookin’ forward to it, really.”

[autobot-mirage]

Clapping a friendly servo onto Jazz’s shoulder, it took everything he had to keep from pulling him into another embrace.  “But until you feel up to the task...would you care to have a drink with me?” 

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage smiled, relieved to see Jazz wasn’t upset with him.  “Well, it’s been a rather long time since we’ve played together, has it not?  Nothing would make me happier than another session with you.”

[sassonwheels-archive-deactivate]

Jazz raises his servos, snickering. “Whoa, slow down there. I gotta get back into the groove, else I’ll be makin’ an aft outta myself in front of you. Not like it hasn’t happened b’fore, but you deserve to see me at my smoothest.”

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage laughed, “Alright, alright maestro!  Ever the perfectionist....!”  This felt good.  Good to laugh and smile with a dear friend again.  “Although you must know, I think anything you play is perfection.” 

[autobot-mirage]

“Make sure to scrub well….!  I don’t want to see a single particle of grit when you return!” he called after his mate.  Snuggling back into the cushions, he settled to wait, knowing it would be well worth it.

[muddingbot-blog]

Hound merely rolled his optics, chuckling gently as he worked the soap everywhere. Of course, he wasn’t about to actually skimp on this bath. He really did need one, and aside the rain he’d get from above while out on his mission – well, nothing beats a solid sudsy scrub.

it took a good deal longer than normal for the tracker to finally be finished, but when he emerged, all fresh and shiny and – well, he looked like a new mech off the lot.

Almost.

He still had plenty of dings, dents, and scratches all over his frame … Plus, no matter how hard he tried, little blue paint flecks on his cod stubbornly refused to be removed.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage couldn’t help but shiver in excited delight as Hound finally emerged.  “You look divine, darling.  Truly.”  Tapping an empty spot on the berth with his pede, he wanted Hound up on the berth now.  

“I hate that you were gone so long, my love.  I missed you.”

[autobot-mirage]

“I know it isn’t….  You know I do.  But Jazz…” He takes a step forward, laying a gentle hand on the saboteur’s back.  “….just for a moment, let me be happy to see you.  I will apologize for anything else, but not for that kiss.”

There were so many ways that this could go wrong.  He knew that, and had suffered the consequences of it before.  But he didn’t care…he decided a while back that he couldn’t care any longer.  All the shouting, belittling, any blows that had been shared, none of that compared to the pain of losing a dear friend.

[sassonwheels-archive-deactivate]

He lets out a chuckle, half-turning to look at Mirage. “I ain’t gonna keep ya from bein’ happy t’ see me – ‘m glad ya still feel that way. But I just got back and you’re makin’ me wanna talk ‘bout things I should probably keep t’ myself, so… I’m not expectin’ an apology for the kiss, but I ain’t expecting a reprise either.”

Jazz smiles fondly. “Real glad t’ see ya too, by the way. How d’ya want me to make this up to ya? It’s obviously the least I can do to smooth things over.”

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage smiled, relieved to see Jazz wasn’t upset with him.  “Well, it’s been a rather long time since we’ve played together, has it not?  Nothing would make me happier than another session with you.”

[autobot-mirage]

He was torn, he really was.  Should he just lay back and let it happen….and then watch Hound scrub their quarters later as he sat back with a nice drink…  Or–be embraced by a mech that actually smelled nice.

………

“You.  Shower now.”

[muddingbot-blog]

Throwing his hands up in the air, Hound stalked off to the shower – but not before giving Mirage a playful – though not to very nice – facial expression.

“Fine, spoil-sport. I’ll be out in a jiffy!”

With that, he wasted absolutely no time in hopping into the shower. To be honest, he knew he really needed one. There was sand and dust in all his joints and even though he never really cared much, it was beginning to chafe. The hot cleanser on his frame was soothing and the tracker hummed and grinned as he made sure to get soap all over the place to get it all out.

[autobot-mirage]

“Make sure to scrub well....!  I don’t want to see a single particle of grit when you return!” he called after his mate.  Snuggling back into the cushions, he settled to wait, knowing it would be well worth it.

[autobot-mirage]

He shook his helm, leaning against Jazz as he held onto him for dear life.  “No…no it’s not.”

And then he kissed him.  Shy at first, gentle…but he had been so worried, and that worry fueled a sudden fury with left him gripping Jazz’s helm.

[sassonwheels-archive-deactivate]

“Raj, I–”

And then he’s forced into silence in the most unexpected way: a kiss. Every inch of his frame grows tense; he feels ecstatic as he gives into it; he’d be lying to himself if he had never wished for this to happen some time. But the thought replaces his glee with horror: this was no time to forget oneself, and the saboteur pulls away before he actually does.

He steps away and turns his back to Mirage, venting a sigh as his doorwings droop. “You can’t fraggin’ do that t’ me, Mirage… It ain’t fair, though I guess I shouldn’t be talkin’ ‘bout what’s fair and what isn’t…”

[autobot-mirage]

“I know it isn’t....  You know I do.  But Jazz...” He takes a step forward, laying a gentle hand on the saboteur’s back.  “....just for a moment, let me be happy to see you.  I will apologize for anything else, but not for that kiss.”

There were so many ways that this could go wrong.  He knew that, and had suffered the consequences of it before.  But he didn’t care...he decided a while back that he couldn’t care any longer.  All the shouting, belittling, any blows that had been shared, none of that compared to the pain of losing a dear friend.

[autobot-mirage]

After thoroughly doing away with any trace of his previous rush of emotions, he went after Jazz.  As he drew closer and closer, speeding along in his alt mode…no, he was still going to wring his neck.

Reaching their agreed spot, he transformed, tense, angry.  He reached the mech with wide strides, his expression livid.  Swinging back his servo, he gave the other mech a hard slap on the cheek. 

“How dare you…!  How dare you make me worry!  No word….no trace…!”  His anger was punctuated by a couple of vicious shoves.  

But then his anger melted, enough that he threw his arms around Jazz to hold him tightly.  “I missed you….”

[sassonwheels-archive-deactivate]

He winces after the slap but he reacts in no other way – not because he’d rather not, but because he can’t. Mirage’s arms around his frame and his tight embrace ease away his concerns and he just relaxes, wrapping his own arms around Mirage. For a moment he waits, he simply lets silence fall between them, before he breaks it.

“I missed ya too, Raj. More than ya might think.” Jazz vents a sigh. “And ‘m sorry fer makin’ ya worry, but I guess ‘sorry’ ain’t gonna cut it now, innit? This isn’t how a commander should behave… or a friend, for that matter.”

[autobot-mirage]

He shook his helm, leaning against Jazz as he held onto him for dear life.  “No...no it’s not.”

And then he kissed him.  Shy at first, gentle...but he had been so worried, and that worry fueled a sudden fury with left him gripping Jazz’s helm.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage frowned, pointing an accusing digit at his mate.  “You…are not touching me until you’re clean.  Have you looked at yourself?  You’re filthy!  You are not mussing my berth with dirt simply because you’re eager.”

[muddingbot-blog]

At this, Hound gaped a little before letting out a small whine. “Ya gotta be kiddin’ me!” he pouted, approaching their berth as he badly wanted to play with his bondmate, their bond badly frayed and needing to be re-instated.

“Come oooooon …. We can shower tagether when we’re done.”

[autobot-mirage]

He was torn, he really was.  Should he just lay back and let it happen....and then watch Hound scrub their quarters later as he sat back with a nice drink...  Or--be embraced by a mech that actually smelled nice.

.........

“You.  Shower now.”

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage chuckled and as he reached his berth, he took great care to lay himself out delicately.  Propping himself up on strategically placed pillows, he wanted to look every bit elegant and fragile.  Anything to get Hound’s servos on him as quick as possible. 

[muddingbot-blog]

Hound had wasted no time in transforming at the entrance of the Ark, jogging through the base to get to his habsuite. He paused to say ‘hi’ to a fe mecha, but that was all – he had to get home.

Finally sliding the door open, the tracker chuckled as he moved to their berth room, dirty plating and all.

He paused at the door, however, finally laying optics on a frame he hasn’t seen in quite some time.

“Damn ….” Hound breathed, his smile falling from beaming to soft and loving. That gorgeous frame laid out on their very large berth, looking positively adorable, drop-dead gorgeous, and … Well, he felt that if he vented wrong, his lover might just fall apart.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage frowned, pointing an accusing digit at his mate.  “You...are not touching me until you’re clean.  Have you looked at yourself?  You’re filthy!  You are not mussing my berth with dirt simply because you’re eager.”

[autobot-mirage]

Give me five minutes and I’ll be in our berth.  A far more comfortable spot to wait, don’t you think?

[muddingbot-blog]

::I’ll be drivin’ MUCH faster now.::

And, true to his word, the jeep kicked up even more dirt as he powered toward the Ark, wishing he wasn’t so far away …. or that he had lost access to the remote ground bridge controls.

[autobot-mirage]

Mirage chuckled and as he reached his berth, he took great care to lay himself out delicately.  Propping himself up on strategically placed pillows, he wanted to look every bit elegant and fragile.  Anything to get Hound’s servos on him as quick as possible. 

[autobot-mirage]

Hmph…!  Very well…  I’ll be here waiting for you, as I always have.

[muddingbot-blog]

Gimme fifteen minutes, and then I’ll have ya in my arms once more. Where are ya?

[autobot-mirage]

Give me five minutes and I’ll be in our berth.  A far more comfortable spot to wait, don’t you think?

[autobot-mirage]

That depends, now doesn’t it….?

[muddingbot-blog]

Aw. You gonna deny me an evening with my favorite mecha?

[autobot-mirage]

Again, it depends.  Vastly so on how you’re going to make up your absence to me…

[muddingbot-blog]

Mh … I’m sorry, baby. But, I’m home. I’m home just for you.

Well, I will be. I’m just a few miles out; about fifteen minutes?

[autobot-mirage]

Hmph...!  Very well...  I’ll be here waiting for you, as I always have.

[autobot-mirage]

That depends, now doesn’t it….?

[muddingbot-blog]

Aw. You gonna deny me an evening with my favorite mecha?

[autobot-mirage]

Again, it depends.  Vastly so on how you’re going to make up your absence to me...