Out of Bounds

Summary: *AU* What are you supposed to do when you're just a simple babysitter and a certain, crazy 'copter decides they like you? Mech/Mech, slash, angst, language, mentions of rape and abuse
Rating: M

Chapter 2: Goodies



“Time for baking!,” Fireflight chirped, slipping on an apron. Vortex watched from the counter, his rotors shivering as he stared intently at the autobot while he tied the straps under his wings. His carrier's apron was a bit too big for the younger flyer, but it still snug beautifully around his curves, complete with a bright smile and glimmering blue optics.

Unaware of the lewd look-over he was getting, the jet turned to his younger charges, beaming at them as he clapped his servos together. “Today, we're going to bake energon goodies! Doesn't that sound fun?,” he asked.

Swindle shuttered his optics slowly, before returning to his datapad and scrawling out the market value of selling goodies compared to the industry costs of producing them in a small kitchen. Onslaught and Blast Off were both missing from the baking party, having deemed it unworthy of their time, but Brawl had oddly opted to stay. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was currently eyeing the giant bag of energon mix like a ravenous turbofox. And, of course, Vortex was around because he never missed a chance to be near their babysitter.

'Mmm.... covered in energon,' he thought lewdly to himself, imagining the luminescent magenta drizzled all over Fireflight's frame, instead of Starscream's gaudy apron.

The little helicopter swallowed back a chirp, trying to shake loose from his tempting thoughts and focus on what was happening right in front of him. Thinking about the autobot in so many humiliating poses was fun, yes, but nothing could beat the live experience before his very own optics.

“Alright,” Fireflight began, turning to the stove as he adopted a teaching voice, “We first need to pre-heat the oven, so its nice and hot for when we go to bake our goodies.” His fingers turned the dials to moderate settings, about half-way. “Next, we start making the goodie mix!”

Brawl practically lunged for the bag of energon mix as soon as their babysitter had said that, tackling it to the floor in his excitement. Unfortunately, the dolt landed right on top of the bag, causing it to explode underneath him, sending a giant cloud bursting upwards, covering the stunned Firefligt and Swindle thickly.

Vortex, luckily, had managed to dodge the sweet powder attack, and now licked his lip components hungrily as he watched Fireflight smile wryly, attempting to wipe the mix from his face. “Alright, well.....,” the flyer said, “We'll have to clean this up as soon as we're done. In the meantime,” he turned to the cupboard, pulling out another bag of mix, “We'll get started on actually getting our goodies made.”

“Swindle, do you want to-”

The little jeep looked at Fireflight flatly. “No,” he quickly replied, before the autobot could even finish his question. Fireflight stood there uncertainly, a bowl in his servos. “I don't bake.”

Vortex turned his helm to his brother, glaring at him. The stupid cog was making Fireflight sad..... No one but him got to do things like that!

“O-oh.... um....,” the jet shyly began. “Would you, um, be kind enough to help in starting to clean up then? That way there's less work once we're done mixing up the goodies? I'll let you have some of my share for helping.”

Brawl made a sound of protest, but Swindle ignored him, cocking his helm to the side as he thought it over. “Deal!,” he chirped shortly afterwards, heading for the pantry closet and the cleaning supplies. Fireflight smiled happily to see the sparkling participating again, even if it was in a different fashion than he'd planned, and turned to Brawl with the bowl.

“Brawl,” he said sweetly, “Would you mind filling this up for me? That way we can get started on the goodies!”

At the promise of treats, the little tank ripped the bowl from their babysitter's servos, sprinting for the sink. Vortex avoided getting body-checked by the clumsy sparkling, frowning at him in annoyance, before turning both a smile and his whole attention to Fireflight. The jet leaned down a little to be more level with the helicopter.

“Are you ready to make some goodies?,” he asked sweetly.

“Yep!” 'Ready to make you mine, too,' the decepticon purred in his helm.

xxXxXxx

“Alright..... and now we just put the trays in the oven and let them sit there for twenty kliks, or until the goodies are ready!” Fireflight opened the stove, carefully sliding the trays of raw energon goodies in, before shutting the door and straightening up; tugging his oven mitts off as he faced his charges again.

Swindle sat at the table once more, scribbling in his datapad now that he'd finished cleaning up Brawl's mess from earlier, while Brawl and Vortex stood in front of Fireflight expectantly. Brawl's greedy optics were focused on the oven and the cooking treats within, but Vortex's gaze had been glued to the lovely little aft as the flier had bent over to insert the trays. Now he smiled up at Fireflight, all innocence and cuteness.

“What do we do now?,” he asked, a little bit a purr escaping him.

Fireflight beamed. “Well, now, we get to lick the utensils!,” he chirped, excitedly reaching and grabbing the two spoons they had used for mixing and spooning the mix onto the cooking trays. He held one out for each sparkling. “The best part of making the mix is getting to lick what's left off the spoon afterwards,” the jet giggled, watching in delight as Brawl gasped before yanking the utensil from his servo and shoving it straight into his mouth.

Vortex was calmer taking his, but the visor gleamed eagerly all the same as he pulled the spoon to his face; optics glancing up at the autobot as he licked the tip gently. He grabbed a dallop of mix on his glossa, bringing it back to his mouth slowly, smearing it on his lip components momentarily before licking the substance off entirely. Returning to the spoon, the sparkling slid his glossa up and across the spoon's circumference, taking time to let the appendage curl and lap at the sides and tip.

He saw Swindle stare at him in absolute horror from across the room as he molested the spoon with his glossa, moaning and purring softly around the utensil as he slid it into his mouth. Fireflight only smiled at him kindly, before turning away to start washing the rest of the dishes.

Vortex stopped.

Here he was, blatantly sucking off a spoon, and the autobot didn't even care! Pouting, the helicopter pulled the spoon out of his mouth, handing it to Brawl who was eyeing the rest of the mix on it hungrily. Slaggit, Vortex huffed quietly, crossing his arms over his chestplates. He wanted to show off the new skills he'd spent the last week researching, to demonstrate to Fireflight how good he could be..... but the flier just couldn't get the hint.

Oh.....

The grey sparkling thought about that for a moment, his optics fixed wholly on the cute mech in front of him. Maybe the reason why Fireflight didn't care about what he was doing, was because the jet was too innocent to clue in! And if that was the case (which, really, given the circumstances was highly probable) then that meant Vortex would just have to work harder to prove himself and corrupt his adorable babysitter.

Cupping his servos together a bit as he swooned, the decepticon eagerly set to plotting away again, listing all the things he would have to research on and eventually use on the unsuspecting Fireflight.