#viciousbite || flash vector

[coetusmachina]

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BOXED IN // Vector and Blitz.

Red huffed as he leaned back against one of the walls, arms crossed as he looked around the small space. How they managed to get stuck in this closet was beyond him, though he was certainly blaming Flash Vector. When he didn't notice any immediate exit to their situation, he turned his green glare on his companion.

"Was pushing me in this closet with you really necessary?"

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @viciousbite || miscellaneous starters ― ✧ )

❝ i would love to help you, truly, but i’m currently suffering from a terminal case of 'not my problem' and my doctor says there’s no cure. ❞ // Flash Vector to... Red Blitz? (Or any )

The speedster's engine growled at the racer, annoyance and contempt building probably more rapidly than would be reasonable - though he was never one to be considered "reasonable" on the crew.

"Maybe we can get you a nice visit to Mega Ambler to get that fixed, huh? Or maybe I can get Spark Beat to help me instead - he's always been more agreeable anyway!"

[coetusmachina]

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Servos squeezed by Flash Vector's arms, his own. Hesitation itching in his processors as his frame came into view a few large steps away from the slumbering form of Red Blitz. This is wrong, he shouldn't-- But who else could he go to? He ain't gonna freak his brother out by waking him up because he needed... He needed...

Frag it, if he made fun of him later then, whatever. Such things won't get him down. New found courage in his helm, the racer approached quietly and placed his servo against the berth. "Don't ask..." A whisper in case the bot's awake, before he crawled into the berth next to the race car.

A slow scoot, and he pressed against his side, frame curling besides him and optics closed to avoid dealing with any potential surprised one's he might see. The Racer had a bad dream, core-achingly bad.

Red just so happened to be restless that night, falling in and out of sleep near constantly though not quite enough to be fully awake. He wasn't exactly sure why, but there was just this nagging feeling in his tanks that wouldn't just let him rest properly, so he took what he could get.

It took him a minute to register Flash Vector standing beside his berth, though he yawned and glanced over at him when he felt the way he climbed in beside him— pressing against his side. He just barely caught the whisper, but was too tired to really give anything in response.

However, after a moment, Red sighed and turned, pressing closer to the other racer and tucked his helm against Vector's while one of his arms went around him. If he didn't want the touch, he was free to pull away, but if he was going to sleep beside him then he'd better have expected Red preferred contact with whoever else might find themselves in his berth. No questions, no accusations.

[coetusmachina]

( ✧ ― @viciousbite ― ✧ )

Time to scruff the mini-Red Blitz. Plus, Flash Vector jumpscare, because he picked him up while in stealth mode. "Red Blitz?... Mini Blitz?" Had Buster Gallon been here and made one of Blitz too?

Red Blitz had been in the middle of grumbling about his circumstances when he was picked up, an undignified yelp leaving him as he scrambled to be free from whatever or whoever it was that——

"Seriously?!" His engine revved when he heard Flash Vector's voice, "Put me down!"

[coetusmachina]

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💤 // Flash Vector for Red Blitz.

Red Blitz's engine purred as he knelt in front of Flash Vector, having pushed him up against a wall. His servos slid over his thighs and hips while nuzzling against his modesty panel. Deus, he wanted that spike so badly.. For as long as he tried to deny himself, there really wasn't any getting around the fact he wanted this.

His optics brightened into a pink hue as he felt Flash Vector's servo his helm, petting it while he opened his modesty panel and let his spike pressurize. Red didn't waste a moment nuzzling against it while bringing a servo up to start stroking it; soft zaps were pressed along its length as he let his own panel open so that he could start pressing his digits inside to prep himself for Vector's spike...

Red squirmed and groaned as he woke up, huffing softly as he brought his optics online only to notice the high charge he now had... and both his modesty panels had slid open, his spike fully pressurized and valve leaking.. great...

[coetusmachina]

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There's a vibrator inside Flash Vector, and Red Blitz has the remote control.

The fact that Red Blitz was able to get Buster Gallon to make this for them still boggled his processor, however he wasn't about to take the gift for granted — he was sure the inventor would come asking for a favor for it at some point — as his optics shifted to show a smirk as he looked down at the controller in his servos.

Glancing back up at Flash Vector, optics flashing pink for a moment just remembering the moment just minutes before they had pushed the vibrator inside him, he turned it on and turned up the vibration by one.

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @viciousbite || sparring to tension ― ✧ )

❛ Is this where you finally admit you like losing to me? ❜ //Flash Vector to Red Blitz

Red Blitz glared up at Flash Vector as he vented heavily, still trying to squirm is way out of the other mech's hold while he was pinned down. He couldn't get his legs into a proper position to kick him off and both his servos were indisposed at the moment due to said pinning.

"And why would I ever admit to that?!"

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @viciousbite ― ✧ )

Dark long digits enveloped the top of Red Blitz's helm and ruffled the metal, aka a failed attempt at petting, or the mimicking of humans ruffling hair. Either way, the speedster got the surprise helm shake and a pat, before the culprit, Flash Vector, disappeared back into his stealth with a smug look on his face to see the firey one's reaction.

The moment that he felt a servo on top of his helm, his optics closed and his helm went down a little from the weight of the unknown servo - though with how often he was used to getting pat by the other members of the Speranza crew and Dad, he didn't immediately register that it might be someone else...

Though, just as he was about to lean up into it did he realize the size of the servo on his helm was quite a bit smaller than the ones he was used to. Immediately, his optics flew open and he pulled away, spinning and glaring around as he tried to find whoever it was. His optics narrowed and he refused to acknowledge the blush marks that had appeared on his optic screens.