One More Chance

Closed AU blog

[skyau4]

Midnight Comm

[skyau4]

warpau4:

Warp tossed and turned before flopping onto his back and throwing an arm across his optics. He hadn’t been able to recharge - an itchiness beneath his plating, like there was somewhere he should be, something he should be doing—

Suddenly he froze as a ping came through on his emergency band - and there was only a small list of mecha who had any access to that frequency. Sky? He sat up as his HUD popped up with an ID, and he suddenly heard harsh, jagged vents down the comm - that suddenly pauses, like the one on the other side was holding his vents, or… 

:: Sky. Sit rep? Coords? :: His own vents sped as he sat up, his warp drive coordinate entry screen blinking, ready to jump to Sky’s location as soon as he knew what to input.

:: Frag.: : The word offered no explanations but it came from Sky with feeling, notably embarrassment. The pale Seeker rubbed his faceplates, sending a text with his current coordinates. Warp would recognize he was in the current verse he served in and it would be on the Earth the Nemesis he was aboard was flying over. 

:: S-stand down, Warp I-I just… :: Sky gave a sigh knowing it would be audible over the comm as his processor worked trying to think of a way out of this before he gave a shrug. :: You know those k-kinda of dreams that seem s-so real, Slagger? :: I dreamt Iost you, in combat. Sky didn’t say what he thought. :: D-did I wake you? W-wanna grab a cube with me? ::

[warpau4]

Warp relaxed slightly as Sky responded, the embarrassed tone showing he wasn’t in real danger, backed up by the text with his coordinates that Sky sent, showing that he was in his home verse and probably aboard the Nemesis. He flicked his wings and dropped back down the berth, forcing his vents to go back to normal.

:: Standing down, :: he confirmed, letting Sky know he wouldn’t be showing up with a hair trigger. He listened with sympathy as Sky spoke; he knew those types of dreams. :: I’ve been there, Slagger. Some dreams... they may as well be reality. :: He was curious what Sky was dreaming of, but heard the pause and didn’t push. :: I wasn’t recharging, just... not able to relax. I’ll take you up on that cube~ Flight deck, or our Rock, or got somewhere else in mind? :: He grinned.

[skyau4]

Midnight Comm

☾It’s in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

Sky jerked online from recharge, sitting upright in his berth. His cannons purred dangerously as his golden optics flashed about taking in his surroundings and finding himself in his quarters. Not on the battlefield. It was just a dream…

He cursed as he shut his cannons down and tried to still the wild pulsating of his spark, images still flashing through his processor of the dream. It felt so real, the pitched battle, what he saw… It’s just a dream, he thought to himself, shuttering his optics attempting to calm his jagged vents. He stills on his berth as an alert pops up on his HUD that a connection was open to the comm he had pinged in his initial panic.

[warpau4]

Warp tossed and turned before flopping onto his back and throwing an arm across his optics. He hadn’t been able to recharge - an itchiness beneath his plating, like there was somewhere he should be, something he should be doing—

Suddenly he froze as a ping came through on his emergency band - and there was only a small list of mecha who had any access to that frequency. Sky? He sat up as his HUD popped up with an ID, and he suddenly heard harsh, jagged vents down the comm - that suddenly pauses, like the one on the other side was holding his vents, or... 

:: Sky. Sit rep? Coords? :: His own vents sped as he sat up, his warp drive coordinate entry screen blinking, ready to jump to Sky’s location as soon as he knew what to input.

[warpau4]

A... proposition~

Warp shifted his stance, dropping his helm back against the wall of the outpost. He reached retrieved a cube of highgrade from subspace and opened it, bringing it to his lips, taking a long swig and swirling it around his mouth before he let it drain down his intake. His frame buzzed with needs and his processor swam with memories, sounds and scents and tastes and sensations of times spent with Sky recently. 

And he wanted more, and wanted it right now.

Unfortunately, Warp was on ordered guard duty - a punishment for an argument, and one calculated for the maximum amount of punishment - boredom. One of the worst things for him. He sighed again and shifted, his panel too tight. He really wanted to comm Sky and see if he was UP for a flight... and more than just flying~

Warp smirked suddenly. He had to stay here and stand watch, but no one said he couldn’t use his comm system~ He paused a moment, thinking, before he opened a comm channel.

::Hey Slagger~:: he purred over the comm, his voice almost but not quite the sultry purr he put on for Sky. ::I’m stuck on guard duty. Got some time to... chat~?::

[warpau4]

Sleep Warping SHB

[warpau4]

skyau4:

A winter storm was coming in from the horizon but the sun was warm on Sky’s back as he flew through the air. He did a loop, turning his helm enough to watch vapor streams form off his wings. Another trail of vapor wrapped around his waist, stroking at his plating. Heat and weight on his back made Sky hesitate from another series of drills he had been focusing on. Something was off.

Arousal and sleepiness curled through Sky’s EMF as he arched back into Warp’s frame, rubbing his aft against Warp’s heated panel, a quiet murmur that didn’t sound anything coherent. His wing shivered under Warp’s mouth, thin metal reacting to the stimulation as Warp’s lips found flight sensors. This close up, Warp could see faint marks of damage that had been repaired and healed on Sky’s wings, some show the normal wear and tear of a Seeker combat veteran. Some marks and patches along the silver expanse showed signs of something other than normal. Awareness and alarm sharply broke through the sleepiness in Sky’s EMF, frame tensing as Sky’s wings reflectively flexed to pin closer to him, his helm moving enough that he could catch Warp in the corner of one dark gold optic.

It seemed both mechs stopped venting for a second as they made eye contact. Sky studied Warp’s face, his own of caution and curiosity. From the way he acted, it was almost as if he was clued in Warp had been in his berth. A lazy smile curved the side of his mouth Warp could see as Sky stretched in front of him, not seeming to care that the back of his frame rubbed against the front of Warp’s. 

“S-still here?” Sky breathed, sleep making his deep voice gravelly and a touch deeper. Thoughts and emotions went through his optics, clearly even though not quite awake Sky seemed to have processing power in the morning. Anxiety, surprise, confusion flickered through his field as he kept staring at Warp as if half expecting him to vanish right before his optics. “Y-you don’t look like you’re gonna s-shoot me…” He turned his helm more to look at the closest shoulder mounted rifle to come in view, again that edge of need crackled through his EMF, optics darkening. “D-did you come f-for those kisses I owe?”

Warp’s vents hitched at the arousal curling through Sky’s EMF as the other mech arched backward into his frame, rubbing against Warp’s panel and increasing the pressure on both sides. His glossa slipped out to dance over a flight sensor, tasting Sky and drinking down his flavor. A furrow formed in his brow at the faint hints and patches on Sky’s wings, some obviously ragged battle damage, but others... 

He released Sky’s wings as they reflexively pinned closer to Sky’s back, alert to the sudden awareness and alarm running through Sky’s EMF. He stopped venting, freezing as their optics met, exercising caution due for waking up a warbuild in his own berth. He relaxed and vented again at the lazy smile curling Sky’s lips, and the deliberate stretch that rubbed their plating together. Warp’s own lips curved into a smirk, lazy confidence and lust swirling through his own EMF.

“Still here?” He raised an optic ridge and chuckled. “I... take it you woke up at some point. Good thing I didn’t warp out. Although...” He trailed the hand that was on Sky’s waist down to trail over the fine, interlocking plating on Sky’s abdomen, digits dancing over the plates. He slowly moved the hand upward, tracing the boundary of glass and metal on Sky’s chassis, digits exploring until finally reaching Sky’s cannon. His digits glided slowly over the lower rim of Sky’s cannon, sensually tracing the rim. Need crackled through his EMF as his optics slowly raised back to meet Sky’s. “...I’m the one showing up in your berth uninvited, Slagger. If anyone should be shooting...” He gave a low chuckle, well aware of what his digits were doing on Sky’s cannon.

A wave of arousal surged through his EMF at the darkening optics and the question. Taking the emotion in his EMF and the question as an invitation, Warp shifted closer, leaning upward so he could bring their helms closer together. “Is that offer still... open~?” he purred in Sky’s audial, voice lowering, lips brushing against Sky’s audial. “I’d like to... direct the kisses this time, Slagger.” He smirked, lust and arousal and heat swirling through his EMF, shifting backward so he could direct Sky with a hand on his cannon to lay back as much as his cannons would allow.

[warpau4]

Sleep Warping SHB

Sky’s optics onlined and he was immediately alert. He had been in recharge when a feeling of something was wrong jarred him out of it. He scanned the darkened quarters and everything seemed in place but that feeling still sat in his spark, that something was… off.

A sigh sounded behind him and Sky felt his frame go rigid. The frag was that? His intake hitched and then he could smell it, the scent of high-grade in the air. He knew he had hit it pretty hard last night, but Primus, he couldn’t have seriously been that overcharged, right? As he moved his helm he realized now that he wasn’t alone, heat radiated from another frame and there was a heavy weight around his middle– an arm?

He turned his helm slightly, trying not to make too much movement as he tried to catch sight of who it could possibly be with his peripheral vision. The frame itself made him forget to vent and it was even harder for him to catch that vent when he realized....

Warp, it was Warp in berth with him and he was so fragged. Sky tried to keep his vents regular as his optics widened, a whimper tried to escape as he swallowed it down, attempting to stifle any noise. He worked on keeping his vents even, regular and his frame as still as possible. If Warp was in his recharge cycle it was in Sky’s best interest he remained there.

What am I going to do? He’s touching me, I never tried warping with someone touching me. Would it slag him off if he teleported with me? Staying put until morning and waiting for him to online didn’t strike as a very good idea either, He furrowed his optic ridge and tried to squirm away.

That hand at his hip suddenly gripped down hard, like the other had a surge run through his arm to make him involuntarily tighten down. Sky gasped, hip moving to attempt to get away from the grip before he started fighting to remain still. Don’t move, don’t wake him up don’t– The hand moved from his hip, trailing up his frame slowly.

Sky’s mouth opened wordlessly, he clenched his fist trying to keep still, focusing on digging his digits into his palm, anything to be still. The hand skimmed over his arm, over his shoulder and an arm mounted blaster pressed into his cheek, hard enough to push his helm back from being craned as it was to look over his shoulder to back to berth, his face pointing the same way as his frame. A shiver ran through Sky’s frame and he had a hard time trying to swallow as it felt his spark had escaped from his spark chamber and was trying to crawl up his throat.

The blaster eased its pressure, slowly the hand moved away to return to its apparent post at his hip. Sky waited, listening to the vents of his alternate that never changed despite the chaos running through his own systems. Warping was out of the question… staying here wasn’t as great of an idea either… Sky shuttered his optics and concentrated on those steady vents, trying to lull himself back into recharge. There was probably no way this was going to end well at all, might as well save energy until that came.

Warp woke up slowly from recharge, stretching. He felt pleasantly warm, the heat from the frame next to him radiating out, and he moved his hand, sleepily gliding it over a hip as he onlined his optics, shifting closer to the warm frame, his own internal temperature already high. 

His optics grew wide and he froze as he stared at the back of the mech in front of him. Light grey and lavender plating, narrow, sharp wings rising from a broad back, narrow waist and hips that he recognized--

That is Sky.

Oh frag oh frag. He knew he had downed a lot of his stash of highgrade last night, but he didn’t remember this, and he was certain that he’d remember this. Especially with all the circling and taunting and teasing....

Warp licked lips gone dry and scrambled mentally to check his warp drive. He activated his warp drive, spinning it up and noting that the last destination coordinates were... right here, and the time/date stamp was while he was in recharge. Fraggitfraggitfraggit….

Warp glanced around what of the room he could see - definitely Sky’s quarters, not his. Crimson optics flicked again at Sky’s back. The taller mech seemed to still be in recharge - how would he react to waking up with a mech he hadn’t invited into his berth? Warp shuttered his optics, forcing himself to calm.

....Hadn’t he? Warp’s vents stopped for a moment. Or... had Sky invited him? Maybe not tonight, but... Warp thought back, their teasing, their provoking. He unshuttered his optics, and took a deep invent of Sky’s unique scent. Making a sudden decision, he shifted closer, molding himself against Sky’s backstruts, hand starting to move, gliding over his hip and waist, as his lips brushed lightly, almost cautiously, across one wing, alert for the signs of Sky awakening.

[warpau4]

Too hot in here...

Sian watched Spar out of the corner of his eye, paying more attention to the tall man working in the room then the electrical work in front of him. Spar lifted a heavy case of components easily, muscles flexing under his shirt, and Sian swallowed hard and shifted his weight, turning his attention back to the maintenance hatch he was working before Spar noticed him staring.

He heard Spar walk out of the room carrying the case to another storage area, and leaned his forehead against the cool metal of the ship, closing his eyes. He lifted his head and banged it again against the ship. Give him room, Sian, he told himself firmly. He’s been here for a couple months, he’s free, he’s finding himself. Give him time to figure out what he wants. 

Sian sighed and shifted his weight, firmly thinking of cold showers and ice planets, focusing his attention back on the maintenance panel, staring at the mess and not sure where he’d left off in fixing the temperature regulator. At the moment, he couldn’t even tell if it really was too hot in here or if it was his body temperature.... He heard Spar tread back into the room and Sian straightened, deciding a break was in order. Maybe food and a cold drink would help distract him. “Hey Spar, what do you think about a break, grab a bite to eat?” he asked, turning to face the taller man.

[skyau4]

Test Run

[warpau4]

skyau4:

”D-didn’t mean to scare you, beloved.” A sheepish grin curved Spar’s lips. He had a habit of moving with little or no sound, it was one of the many things from his days as an Imperial Stormtrooper for the Galatic Empire. His eyes were warm as he watched his husband come walking towards him, the grin turning sure, the light in his eyes darkening just a touch because watching Sian always effected him, made his body burn in a way that he never reacted to anyone else before, not in the entire Galaxy.

”Y-you mean to tell me that rust bucket y-you call a droid c-couldn’t help with a sensor malfunction?” Spar couldn’t help his smirk, his arms uncrossing from his chest to take Sian’s hips and pull the man closer, hands gliding from hips down to his derriere in a practiced motion as he tugged the man even closer, wanting more body to body contact.. “W-what can I give you a hand with?” He murmured, his lips curving into a pleased smile liking very much to have his husband in his arms, their bodies touching closer and look in Sian’s eyes that made Spar shift on his feet.

“Mmm, I don’t mind that you walk quietly.” Sian flashed a grin, glancing up at his mate. “It comes in handy~” He moved closer, pressing his front flush against Spar’s warm frame, moving his hips as his love’s hands glided over them sensually. His own hands stroked over Spar’s hips and waist, moving upward as opposed to down, a dark light glowing in his eyes, his thoughts swiftly fogging at the nearness of his husband, his lover, and his partner.

“Well, that... rust bucket has many skills, but currently he’s using them to monitor course and sensors.” Sian’s grin turned positively wicked as his hands continued gliding upward, over bare skin, fingertips outlining scars and muscles and dancing over ink. He adjusted his weight on his feet, leaning upward, sensors and droid forgotten. “Oh, there’s... many things that you could give me a hand with~” he murmured, voice dropping. One hand stroked up Spar’s neck to card through the hair at the back of his head, tugging him closer. Heat pooled low in his body, at being this close and having Spar’s scent and heat surrounding him. “Kiss me~” Sian purred, lips brushing across Spar’s.

[skyau4]

Test Run

Spar stretched and sat up on the berth, hand coming down to the empty space beside him, a slight frown curved downward the corners of his mouth as he slipped out of bed and pulled on the pair of pants on the floor that belonged to him. He walked out of the bedroom finishing up fastening the pants to his slim hips heading for the cockpit and wondering what could his spouse be doing now that sleep had eluded him but yet again. The sound of something metallic clattering to the ground and the sharp cursing made Spar take a right at the next corridor, he grinned when he saw one of the maintenance panels open and his beloved stopping down to pick up what he dropped.

“N-need a hand with that~?” Spar rumbled, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his bare chest. His eyes glinted with amusement as he tilted his head to look at his mate.

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Sian muttered and rubbed the back of his hand before shooting a glare at the maintenance panel and the mess of wiring in it. With another curse, he leaned down to pick up the pliers, preparing to go back to trying to rewire the aftside sensor that had been tossing off weird readings for the last parsec. He’d been unable to sleep, waking up with a start from a nightmare that faded fast. He’d thought about waking up Spar, but his husband was sleeping peacefully, and an uninterrupted night of rest was rare for both of them. He sighed and straightened, frowning at the maintenance hatch.

He jumped at the deep voice coming from behind him, turning with a sheepish grin to face Spar. His breath hitched at seeing Spar leaning against the wall, still shirtless, his pants riding low on those hips, arms crossed across his chest in a way that flexed his arms and shoulders, showing them off. The maintenance panel forgotten, he blindly set down the pliers and drifted forward, reaching for Spar. “Mm, I can think of... something you could give me a hand with~” he murmured as he glided his arms around Spar’s waist and leaned against him. “Did I wake you up, love? I didn’t mean to.”

[skyau4]

Ice Breaker

[warpau4]

skyau4:

Si sat up straighter on the bench when he felt his phone vibrate and saw the flash to notify him he received a new text, leaning over his lap, lips moving along as he read the words, lips curving into an amused grin as he could hear Malek’s voice speaking the words in clearly in his mind. He was about to reply when he saw the place setting for a new message pop up, watching with interest the downloading animation and drew a sharp breath to see Malek on his phone.

His eyes eagerly took in that smirk, that raised eyebrow and noticed the shirt he wore. The color looked good on him, the shirt showing off Malek’s frame but not as well as other shirts he had seen on the other man. He smiled and sat back a moment, not able to help the stupid grin curving his face at just the sight of Malek, tapping his phone screen to save the picture to his memory before rereading what Malek asked him the first time. He bit his lip, hesitating a moment before giving a shrug and started typing.

-: Are you UP for… theories, Malek? How much of a distraction could you make in the shower~? To watch water make its way over your skin and your ink in rivulets, to watch /you/. I pick the place. :-

Si stopped typing a moment, shifting in his seat and frowning, uncertainty sitting in his gut. He was well aware the business arrangement between himself and Malek were that Malek was his dom and top but… Si hungered for him, wanted Malek under him wanted to know how it would feel to bury himself into Malek, their bodies moving together. He paid for Malek to fuck him, he wasn’t sure if Malek would accept the scenario of not being in control, taking a shaky breath he sent that message before opening up the picture Malek sent him again. The thought of sending a picture crossed his mind but didn’t feel as confident with his uncertainty how Malek would take his proposition. Instead he sent another text.

-: You’re fucking hawt. Distracting~ :-

Ren sipped his coffee, eyes fixed on his phone in his hand, waiting to see the response to his flirting and selfie. A grin curved his face; he was enjoying the flirting via text and was happy that Will had reached out to him his way. The thought that he should have asked for a return pic flitted across his mind, and his grin widened, remembering the Borderline Inappropriate shirt he’d been wearing the last time they met and wondering if he was wearing a similar one today.

He was raising the phone even as the ding of the alert faded, tapping the new message to read it. His breath hitched as he read, and he shifted in his seat, imagining just that - the warm water running over his skin, Will’s dark eyes watching him, the first touch as fingers traced down the patterns inked on his shoulders, forming a path for the water to follow.... Ren bit his lip and reopened his eyes without realizing consciously he’d closed them, smiling as he read the second message before his gaze flicked back to the first.

Malek wasn’t a switch - he wasn’t designed to be, he’d been created to feed Ren’s needs. But Ren... he was, and he wanted this, wanted it bad enough to taste it, to show off for Will and see how much the other man wanted him for more than just what Malek could be in the bedroom. He typed out a swift reply.

-: In this theory, my /dear/ Will... are we counting how long it takes you to join me in the shower~? :-

He raised his hand to his left shoulder and the tattooed panther prowling there through a colorful jungle before dropping it and straightening in his seat, lips quirking in a smirk. He thought of the lovebite he’d left on Will; that was something that Malek the professional wouldn’t have done either, wouldn’t have pushed past those negotiated boundaries of their business arrangement. Will was getting more of Ren than he realized.

-: You’re the one who’s damn sexy enough to be... distracting. Name the time and place, I’ll be there... with bells on, if you so desire~ :-

[skyau4]

Ice Breaker

[warpau4]

skyau4:

Si’s head dropped down to his phone immediately when he felt it vibrate in his hand. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the notification from Malek and swiped his screen to read what he had to say. The message made him chuckle, face curving into a grin as he slowly shook his head, suddenly wishing he was somewhere he could be with Malek and helping him remove clothes. He bit his lip and brought the phone up to type.

-: What color is your shirt? I’m… curious. :- 

He couldn’t help himself but ask, sending that message as he tried to picture what Malek did during the day. He had no idea and sometimes wished that could be changed. Not done texting yet, he sent another message right on the heels of his last one.

-: You wouldn’t lower the distraction being naked, Malek. Only make it… harder to focus~ :-

He sent that and grinned, checking the time to see he had some left still before returning his hand to his lap, still holding his cellphone. 

Ren tilted his phone up to remove the glare from the sun as the text message noise went off again, and grinned as he saw two messages. He read them and smirked, quickly typing out a reply.

-: Just harder to... focus~? I know that there would be... other things harder as well, perhaps we should... test this theory. As for your other question... :-

He pressed send, then leaned back in the chair, one arm up on the arm, eyebrow raised and a slight, Malek-level smirk on his lips. Holding the phone with his other hand, he snapped a pic showing his expression and upper body, showing clearly his lavender dress shirt. Not quite the cut that Malek wore to their arrangements, but... it still looked good on him. He hit send, shipping the selfie off to Will.

[skyau4]

Ice Breaker

Si leaned back, legs crossed before him and looked out into the courtyard. It was a nice day, the sun was warm and the breeze was cool without a bite to it. His hand reached up to the spot on his neck Malek left that was sore every time he touched it, and it made him want to touch it more. He glanced down at his watch and frowned, it was too nice of a day to be stuck in a courtroom, sometimes his job seemed more like a cruel and unusual punishment, before watching people go by, some with their phones out, checking this or that. 

Si never had his phone out on court days, he always left it off and in his bag but with the time he had left of this recess he grabbed his phone and powered it up, rolling his eyes at how long it took as his hand went back to his neck. It wasn’t the first time he left Malek with a mark on his body but this one felt different somehow. Si slowly brought his hand down and gave a shaky breath, going to his text message and opening a new text. 

He never saved the messages he and Malek exchanged when setting up when to meet for their business arrangement. He opened a new message and put Malek’s info to the send and paused, staring at the empty text. He bit his lip and gave a shrug, what the hell Malek could always pretend he never got it.

 -: You’re so sexy its distracting :-

He hit send, smirking slightly to himself and wondering if he would get a response.

[warpau4]

Ren sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, before reaching for his coffee and draining it. He glanced at the waitress at his favorite cafe and held up the cup, silently asking for a refill, and she nodded, turning to make him another. He set it down and looked down at the remains of his sandwich before pushing it away with a sigh and leaning back to watch the people go by on the sidewalk not far from the patio he occupied. 

It was a nice day and he hadn’t been able to focus at work, so for lunch had taken the opportunity to take a walk. Unfortunately, it wasn’t helping him concentrate. His lips quirked. Or rather, wasn’t helping him concentrate on anything other than a tall man with big dark eyes and who tasted so addicting... He wondered what Will was doing or if Will was angry about the mark he’d left...

His phone dinged in its text message sound, and he retrieved it from his pocket as the waitress dropped off his coffee and headed back inside. His eyebrows rose as he saw it was a message from the app he used for Malek. He tapped on it to open it and suddenly broke out in a grin as he saw who it was from and read it. Chuckling, he texted back immediately. 

-: Distracting? Is it the clothes? I could... take them off if it would lower the distraction~ :-

He hit send and leaned back, grinning, and curious what the response would be~

[skyau4]

Start to Crack

Si glanced down at his outfit, rough terrain boots, a nice pair of blue jeans and one of his favorite snarky shirts, red text on a black t-shirt that announced Borderline Inappropriate. When he put them on this morning before heading to work it felt appropriate, now that he was meeting Malek right after work and not having a chance to change he felt oddly bare. The outfit was what Si would wear no problems, Will always dressed more nicely before meeting his dom, Si couldn’t help but fret and worry maybe Malek would find him… lacking.

He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back on the railing of the elevator. Too late now. He was here, and there was no way he was leaving. Not without seeing Malek first. He closed his eyes and exhaled a shaky breath, finding displeasure in everything. His clothes, the elevator going too slowly, the freaking background music. His skin felt too tight, like the movements he was making was gong to split him at the seams, a nervous roll of anxiety sitting in his gut. Nearly three weeks of not seeing Malek and he missed him, missed his voice, missed his touch. 

The elevator dinged signaling the end of his journey and Si stepped out, feeling it hard to breathe as he palmed the card key out of his back pocket and made his way to the door by the numbers 802, he gave the same small knock he always did before opening the door, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. His eyes went automatically to the other man in the room, a grin curving upwards the corner of his mouth and lighting his dark eyes his eyes eagerly drank in those green eyes, the controlled chaos of Malek’s dark hair, how those clothes fit that form that left little to the imagination. “M-Malek, hey,” the words a tad breathless as they left Si’s mouth. 

[warpau4]

Ren paced the suite, refusing to admit that he was full of nervous energy. He’d missed Will, the conflict in their schedules the last few weeks nearly driving him crazy. He wasn’t seeing any other clients, he didn’t have any outlet he’d accept - just Will, he needed him, ached for him. Ren made himself stop, taking a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. He glanced at his watch; Will should be here, any minute, he was always on time.

Ren moved to the small, intimate table in the suite, and lit the candles. The lights in the suite were dim, the curtains were drawn – creating their own little world, as always. A smile flickered across his face; he liked it that way, how everything but just the two of them faded to insignificance. He checked the plates under the domed lids from room service; grilled marinated chicken with marinara, grilled veggies in a light butter sauce, a roll. A light meal, sure, but lots of protein for… other activities~

He drifted to the mirror near the door and took one last look at his appearance – dark blood-red crimson shirt, sleeves rolled midway up his arms, black slacks, black leather belt, matching dress shoes. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that Will was probably just as nervous, especially coming straight from work as he was. At that moment, Will’s distinctive knock echoed through the room, and the door opened.

He turned toward the door and returned the grin, emerald eyes taking in his sub’s body eagerly, possessively. He grinned wider at the t-shirt and glided forward. “Will~ Only borderline inappropriate? Isn’t fully inappropriate more fun~?” he winked and came to a stop before the taller man, approval and something darker in his eyes. Almost unconsciously, he reached out to cup Will’s cheek and irresistibly stepped closer, mingling the heat of their bodies. “It’s so good to see you again,” he breathed, eyes lowering from that dark gaze to his mouth, leaning forward to brush a welcome kiss across those tempting lips.

[deliciousdefinitions]

Sexy

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i   was    so    used to     being    alone because i thought i     had     to      be

                                 … but then you came along 

[warpau4]

Just a business arrangement

[warpau4]

skyau4:

Si’s hand convulsed around Malek’s hand he lifted his chin upwards at the prompt, eyes dazed dark pools of desire and need staring into the intense green eyes of Malek’s. He gave a shuddering breath, a curse coming out as a low whine from the back of his throat shakily left his lips. The moment seemed to stretch forever, his breathing uneven, his body tense with anticipation waiting for Malek to close the distance for that kiss for… something to happen. 

Si slumped back in his chair after Malek released him, his hands on the table were fisted his eyes locked on Malek as he swallowed down another whine of his desire for more. His eyes tracked Malek’s movement out of his chair, Si’s head moving as he watched the other man circle him from the corner of his eye. He tensed as he felt Malek clamp hands on his shoulders, the weight of being kept held down sent his heart racing, a shuddering gasp escaping him as Malek’s breath fanned over his skin, his body trembled under Malek’s hands. That purring tone Malek had rolled through his body, he attempted to shift under that restraining hold on him, head leaning back and eyes closing to half mast, wanting everything Malek promised with that dark purr, wanting more.

Si could only breathe, trying to think through the fog of lust in his head as Malek slipped his card key into his pocket. His fingernails cut into the palms of his hands, forcing his body to calm down, he could only watch with half-wild eyes Malek’s retreating form, gaze locked on that ass he could see well through those custom tailored pants and the way Malek’s hands in his pockets made the material taunt, the final tilt of Malek’s head showing the asshole had an irritating smirk on his face that Si felt an impulse to hunt him down and either finish what he started or at least wipe that fucking smirk off his face.

A long low string of cussing escaped from Si, his hand shakily reached out for his glass, slopping some of his beer as he brought it to his mouth and gulped down the rest of his drink. He ran his tongue over his teeth, the glass hitting the table with a solid thud as he threw another glance in the direction Malek had vanished in. “E-eight oh two.” He murmured, rubbing his chin with the back of his hand before he slowly stood up, impressed with himself for managing to keep on his feet. Lust and need twined and swirled around in his guts, a gnawing edge left him feeling drunk and aching, empty with lack of completion. He reached with his left hand to his breast pocket and palmed the card out of it, his first few steps were unsteady but his resolve for how he wanted to seal the business deal on the table steadied him. His route was straight to the point, reaching the door with the numbers and giving a small knock before opening the door with the card key, he walked in and firmly closed the door behind him, dark eyes seeking at Malek in the room.

“W-was that just… preliminaries?” He asked, deep voice a touch lower as he removed the satchel from around him and slung it onto one of the chairs of the sitting room. The preliminaries were amazing at that, how Malek had Si’s frame singing and begging for more with just some words in that purred tone, the way he commanded attention with both the finger under Si’s chin and how he restrained Si to his seat. A shiver ran through Si’s body as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, fingernails digging into the material of his shirt and his skin under that as his dark eyes again swept over Malek’s frame, need and desire in them, before lingering on Malek’s mouth, curious how the other man tasted. “S-so will this be the… f-follow-through of completing our business deal~?”

Malek was lounging against the back of the couch, facing the door, both hands holding him up while his long legs were stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles, his whole pose one of waiting for a foregone conclusion. He smirked as Will entered, at seeing those dark eyes burning as they took him in, as Malek's own body showing clearly how he was affected by the other man.

"Oh~?" He purred. "Ready to move past... Preliminaries~?" He pushed off the couch and stalked forward, movements slow and with intent, ignoring the satchel and focused only on Will, the way he crossed his arms and dug fingernails in, the way those dark eyes hungrily swept over his body. He smirked as Will’s gaze fixed on his mouth and came to a stop right before Will, reaching out to trail his index finger down his chest and across his crossed arms.

“Follow-through~?” He smirked, green eyes trailing down the other man’s body. “You came to me,” he breathed, voice low, stepping forward and both hands coming to rest on Will’s hips, fingers brushing over the material of his slacks. “Once you step in here, I call the shots, ask the questions.” His smirk deepened, along with his voice. “Although I’ll allow you this answer~ Yes, my dear Will, this will be the follow-through~”

He ended the sentence purred, his lips brushing Will’s, before pressing into a hard kiss, lips and tongue demanding. His grip on Will’s hips tightened, fingers digging into slacks and flesh. Malek stepped forward into Will’s body, guiding him backward, drinking down his first taste of Will, the first feel of Will’s body pressed against him, as he moved him toward the bedroom.

[warpau4]

Just a business arrangement

[warpau4]

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“I-I planned accordingly,” Will grinned, his dark eyes gleaming. He left early to make sure that he wouldn’t be late, wanting to make a good impression showing up on time for this meeting. He watched Malek with interest, wondering what that smirk could mean, what Malek could be thinking. Si raised an eyebrow at the mentions of waiting and they had all night for making an arrangement. His gaze sharpened, watching Malek reached out, his breath caught at the sensual touch down the back of his hand. 

He moved his hand with Malek’s prompting, a dark light filling his eyes expression, a shiver ran down his spine he couldn’t quite cover up from the combination of Malek’s fingers moving over his hand and that lowering sultry voice that seemed to roll through his body, igniting him with lust and desire. He leaned forward, an eager tension betraying him, he nervously licked his lips a moment, trying to rein in some control of himself. Malek pushed his buttons and well, Si wasn’t sure if it was from his neediness or if maybe Malek was just that good getting a rise out of his clients.

”S-some lines I want crossed. Sex…” Si trailed off, eyes hungry and wanting as he drank in Malek’s upper chest and arms. The man looked handsome with the clothes on, Si wanted to see how he looked without them. He tilted his head, trying to clear some of the lust fogging his thinking to answer some of the prompts Malek had given him. “I-I want you to c-call the shots, take control.” He closed his hands on Malek’s fingers, giving a light squeeze. “T-touch is fucking nice…” He breathed, taking a ragged deep breath. “L-Lucien said you’d be willing to draw blood.”

Malek’s gaze sharpened at all the reactions Will gave him, his hand tightening momentarily on Will’s, and shifting a bit in his seat at the expression on the other man’s face, the shiver he gave, the responses to his questions.He smirked at Will’s comments about the lines he wants crossed. He had every intention of doing so, of crossing those lines... Ren wanted Will, wanted to see how he reacted in more private settings with more... provocation. Malek closed his hand around Will’s, responding to that low, breathed phrase and the need for touch. He raised an eyebrow at the next statement and gave a low chuckle, a dark light in his eyes. 

“Lucien was right. He plays sadist dom to those with kinks, while I...” he reached out and trailed his index finger of his free hand up Will’s neck and tilted Will’s face up with a finger under his chin. leaning forward over the small table, meeting Will halfway. “I’m the real thing~ And I’m going to fucking love finding your limits~” he purred, lips nearly, but not quite, brushing Will’s. He hovered there a moment, teasing, before easing gracefully back into his seat.

“Let’s get to the point~” Malek purred, draining his wine glass with his free hand and stood, hand slipping out of Will’s, and prowled around the table to behind Will’s chair, putting his hands on his shoulders before he could stand and leaning down so he could purr in his ear. “You want someone who can play your body like the exquisite instrument it is - someone who can make you sing... or scream, as the case may be. Someone to see your deepest, most darkest desires... and surpass them~” He chuckled darkly into Will’s ear, knowing his breath was brushing across skin with every word. “And I can do that - and more than that, I’ll enjoy it, as much as you will~” He shifted, left hand leaving Will’s shoulder to retrieve something from his own pocket then glide down Will’s chest, to slip a hotel room keycard into his chest pocket. “Room 802,” he breathed. “If you’re still interested with what we discussed, then join me~ I highly look forward to... completing our business deal~” He straightened, letting his hands trail sensually off Will’s shoulders, anticipation swirling in his gut and lower. 

[skyau4]

Come And Get It~

Sky shakily sat up on the berth, chassis heaving as his vents were jagged, his frame heated, and systems downing in need and desire. He shook his helm fiercely, trying to get the dream behind him even as a hand came shakily up to his lower lip, still feeling the ghost impression of where denta had bitten down harshly. He shuttered his optics, focusing on controlling his wild vents as a shiver violently racked his frame, the bite wasn’t the only ghost of memory from the dream there was also that fragging purr that made him swallow down a moan, hips flexing on the berth unconsciously trying to relieve the pressure behind his panel. 

“Slagger,” his voice a mix of growl and whine, frustration evident as Sky onlined his optics and swung his legs over the berth’s edge, getting unsteadily to his pedes. For a moment he straightened his lavender and grey frame, grey wings flaring behind him, catching his balance before pinning his wings behind him, frame slouching into a familiar position that sucessfully hid away the predatory grace of a Warbuild underneath his shuffle. The feeling was strong, he didn’t want to be here but he wasn’t sure where he should be. With a shaky exvent he moved to the door, allowing it to slide open and stepped out into the corridor. 

He didn’t want to be here. It was a feeling strong in his spark. Like he shouldn’t be here, that there was somewhere else he had to be. He forced a smile when he lifted his hand in acknowledgement to the greeting from the group of Eradicons returning to the barracks and paused when he reached the lift. Which floor? He blinked, frowning slightly before shaking his helm. He shuttered his optics closed and engaged his warp drive, not having any particular destination in mind and slowly opened them, his vent catching as he instantly recognized where he jumped too. Optics first landing on his favorite spot to sit, before he stepped towards the rock formation to the side, one slightly shaky hand reaching out, following the contour of a frame that tended to lean right there, a slow smile curved his lips, optics dimming. He hadn’t been here in a while, and guilt churned in his tanks, he hadn’t commed even longer. How long had it been? He frowned, not knowing the answer and making his way to his spot to plop his aft on, making himself comfortable, knees up to prop his forearms on.

He already felt more at ease, this place was always a sanctuary. He let out an exvent, blinking when he realized he already had a comm line open, he hesitated a moment, looking at the few forgotten empty highgrade cubes on the ground. He nervously licked his lips before he spoke on the open line. ::…Warp? Slagger, you there?::  He paused a moment before he pushed on. ::H-hey if you get this, wanna meet at our Rock?:: He closed the comm and took a deep vent, trying to relax his tense frame, willing to wait as long as he’d have to for an answer back.

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Warp lowered the cube of highgrade as his comm pinged. He glanced down at his cube, shame swirling in his tanks as he played back the message again. It’d been too long since they’d talked last, too long since he’d sent a comm to his best friend. And the more time went on the less sure he was of what to say, how to open a conversation, but didn’t know what to do. 

His hands tightened on his highgrade cube before he stood abruptly, swaying slightly against the strong wind coming up the cliff edge he was perched on. Tossing back the remainder of the cube, he crumbled it and dropped it to join the others... he’d been here a while, he wasn’t able to recharge really....

He focused briefly on his warp drive, finding the coordinates for the Rock easily, and activating it before he could overthink, aiming for his usual arrival coordinates. Arriving in his distinctive flare of purple light, Warp looked around, crimson optics landing on a familiar form sitting in his usual spot, knees up and arms crossed on them, golden optics already focused on Warp.

Warp took a minute to take in Sky’s frame hungrily, scanning for new dents or wounds or damage, almost as if trying to re-memorize him, before glancing into that golden gaze and then away, almost embarrassed. 

“Hey, Slagger.” He grinned and looked up at Sky, wings flicking. “I’m... I’m really glad you commed. I’ve been wanting to, I just...” he trailed off and cleared his intake. Without a word, he retrieved two cubes from subspace, offering Sky one in a type of apology, crimson optics pleading for him to take it.