Rating: M
Chapter 2
It wasn't hard to catch himself a
glimpse of this unknown flyer.
Vortex shifted easily against the tree,
nibbling casually on a piece of rubber as he watched through a part
in the leaves as dawn slowly rose on the neighborhood; passively
rousing everyone to their pedes. It wasn't long after that 'bots
started to emerge from their homes, heading in whichever direction
they needed to go that orn. Not interested in any of the others, the
Decepticon kept his gaze fixed on the humble home directly across the
street, visor gleaming and a slow smirk curling under his mask as
finally mechs were exiting through the front door.
First, came Silverbolt and Skydive
(both looking so quaint and nerdy), with Air Raid following after
their heels a klik later. A giant flyer stepped out of the home next,
joined by a smaller mech that both looked and seemed annoying just by
the way he held himself. Still, the two kissed and the second mech
left in the opposite direction of the younglings.
The parents, Vortex noted to himself.
Crossing his arms behind his helm, he shifted against the tree again;
rubbing his rotors against the bark, purposefully irritating the
plating. The giant flyer stood on the front step still, moving only
an inch when a smaller, cursing blur tore out of the house next.
Vortex chuckled softly, able to recognize Slingshot from anywhere
with that mouth of his.
So far, that made six.
Ignoring the fact that the parents were
still strangers to him, there was the unexplained seventh aerialbot
that he had yet to see. 'Come on,' Vortex silently urged, sitting up
further, leaning toward the gap, 'Show me who you are.'
He wasn't made to wait long.
At first, he had almost not noticed the
last of the family leaving, until he realized that the older flyer
was lifting someone up into the air; speaking and kissing their helm
before resting the other back down onto their pedes. Visor gleaming
brightly in surprise, the helicopter watched as the tiny mech skipped
down the path, away from his home and his carrier, with a wave and a
flutter of his white wings. Alone, Vortex was able to study him
wholly and he was.... he was....
Gorgeous.
The word offered itself immediately in
his processor, and the grey mech didn't bother to fight it. Young
(maybe about sparklings years. Hardly a youngling really), the final
aerialbot was white. Pristine white, from helm to pede, with just a
splash of red and baby blue here and there across his frame. He
positively glowed, with no sign of denting or dirt to mar his pretty
plating; his pale grey cheekplates tinged a soft magenta as he smiled
brightly at every 'bot that paused to say hello to him. His laughter
sounded like little bells ringing; precious blue optics shuttering in
his amusement and white wings flickering, drawing the whole of
Vortex's attention.
Following the sharp, delicate angles of
his wings, the Decepticon allowed his gaze to glide down the
sparkling's backstruts, biting his lip component lightly as he
outlined slender, white thighs leading up to a nicely shaped, red
aft. Again, no dents, no scratches, no marks or evident signs of
repaint. This aerialbot was like the epitome of virginity.... and he
was making Vortex start to salivate.
Circuits humming softly, the helicopter
inched forwards more on his perch, trying to keep his optics locked
on the tiny Autobot as he wandered down the street. Normally, Vortex
didn't care for sparklings. They were loud, annoying, dirty and
utterly not worth his time. But this one.... oh, this one looked so
sweet. Like pure, electric-blue bolt berries on top of a soft,
energon sundae and drizzled with rich, succulent tar sauce. The
mech's visor gleamed as he quickly scrambled through the tree,
climbing to the top and hopping over to a nearby roof; crawling
across its surface, keeping low and out of sight, but peeking
frequently to make sure he still had the little flyer in his sights.
He was the fitting piece to fill his
trophy case. If he was speaking in terms of medals, Air Raid and
Silverbolt had been bronzes. Slingshot, a silver. Skydive a passing
gold. But this one.... this final, unknown aerialbot.... Oh, oh,
Vortex purred, dropping to the ground and keeping pace with the flyer
through some bushes. This little one, he would be his much hungered
for platinum. What a lovely, shiny addition he would make to the rest
of his collection.
Drawing closer, the Decepticon readied
himself for the first step in his infallible seduction, but was
halted by a small gaggle of sparklings rushing towards his target.
Biting back a snarl, Vortex forced himself to duck lower in his
hiding spot, sulking slightly at his spoiled chance.
“Fireflight! Fireflight, you gotta
come and look at this!”
“Yeah, we found some crystal flowers
sprouting behind the track! They're really pretty!!”
The sparklings grabbed the flyer's
servo, gently tugging him forwards to the school just down the block,
their frames bouncing in place excitedly. Giggling, the aerialbot let
himself be led forwards, wings fluttering eagerly behind him. “Okay,
okay!,” he replied, “I'm coming. Let's go see the flowers!”
Fireflight, huh? Vortex scratched
slowly at his mask, grinning widely beneath it. Even his name was
lovely, like something a child would give to a precious toy. Watching
as his prey was pulled away by friends, his visor fixed predominantly
to those pretty wings and aft, the Decepticon set to scheming;
already relishing the victory to come. With a prize like that,
practically hidden from him, Vortex knew it was going to be a treat
he would enjoy again and again and again.....
xxXxXxx
It was getting late. Twirling his
crystal flower gently between two fingers, Fireflight attempted to
make his way home, enraptured by the way that the grooves and edges
of the delicate, pale blue plant caught the setting sun; making the
crystal flare up wildly in hypnotic swells of orange, red and
tangling wisps of golden-tainted cerulean. He would set this one in
his favourite vase and place it by his window, the flyer thought.
Suddenly, the swirling flame colours
disappeared as blue dipped and melded into a spectrum of greys and
dark indigos, catching the youngling off-guard. Realizing that his
source of light had been blocked and thus, his path, Fireflight
slowly raised his helm, shuttering his optics innocently up at the
mech towering over him.
Vortex, he wanted to whisper, but
wisely silenced his vocalizer before even a sound could escape.
Still, it was a challenge to fight down
his rising smile. It was his turn now.
The Decepticon tilted his helm as he
looked down at the small Autobot; fingers scratching idly at his
mask, and visor dimming in feigned embarrassment. “H-hi... um....,”
Vortex started politely, no hint of intent or deviousness in his
vocalizer, “Listen, I know it's late and I really don't want to
frighten you or stop you from getting home to your creators,
but....w-well, uh.... I-i'm a little lost....”
Fireflight didn't mind or care about
the lie. He knew this was how you played the game. He'd studied
enough of Vortex's actions to learn all the tricks. He did step back
an inch though, when the helicopter leaned down to be more level with
him, rotors tucked back in contrite plea. “C....c-could I ask you
to help me?,” he requested. “I s-swear, I don't mean any harm, I
j-just.... I'm trying to find Turnabout Drive, and well.... I g-guess
I kinda got turned about....”
At the slight joke, the jet could not
hold back a small smile. Grasping his flower firmly in one servo, he
used his other to take Vortex's servo, watching unabashedly as the
red visor gave a slight wink at his surprising response. “It's
alright,” Fireflight assured sweetly, wrapping his fingers around
the larger palm, “I can show you the way!”
“.....t....thank you,” Vortex
replied slowly. He straightened up, but did not shake or pull his
servo free from the smaller mech's grip; instead, the jet was certain
those darker fingers tightened an inch or so around his own servo,
and it was hard for him not to blush giddily.
Turning his helm forward quickly,
Fireflight started leading them in the fore-mentioned direction that
the Decepticon had lied about. Thankfully, or not, Turnabout Drive
was the next corner over from his school. Pausing at the street
corner, the youngling smiled up at his companion, pointing directly
at the sign across the road. “That's Turnabout right there,” he
said, “Really easy to miss sometimes, but that's okay. I'm happy to
help anytime.”
He stood, his blue optics fixed on
Vortex, watching and waiting to see what the helicopter would do
next. Would the older mech continue their charade? Would he take him
somewhere hidden to continue with his own mean games? Or, would they
keep making moves around each other, slowly progressing through the
steps in the game.....?
Vortex untangled his servo from the
jet's, bending a little again and patting the youngling's helm
gently. “Thank you very much for your help....umm....”
So he was going to prolong the tricks
then. Fireflight felt a small flicker of disappointment, but quickly
squashed it, smiling brightly up at the other. “Fireflight,” he
chirped, eager to give his name to the Decepticon. He hoped Vortex
would whisper it to himself often, branding it into his memory
archives. “My name is Fireflight.”
The helicopter's rotors gave a faint
twitch. “Vortex,” he returned, patting the Autobot's helm again
as he stood up straight. His visor brightened a tad in a way that
Fireflight had become used to seeing when the bigger mech was
excited. His wings fluttered slightly without his say so, reacting in
response to the quiet thrill that ran through him at that look.
Immediately, Vortex's rotors gave another twitch.
“Thank you kindly for your
assistance, Fireflight. You should probably run along home now....
It's getting dark and it's not safe for pretty 'bots like yourself to
be out all alone. I hear that there's some bad mechs around.”
'Yes, I know,' Fireflight thought, but
did not say. Pressing his flower to his chestplates, he waved shyly
at Vortex. “Goodbye Mr. Vortex,” he smiled. “Please be safe.”
Not waiting for a response, he turned and started trotting back home;
more than certain he felt an intense gaze fixed on his backstruts as
he headed back towards his house.
This time, he didn't bother holding
back his smile or blush.
xxXxXxx
Fireflight skipped through the
playground, taking care to dodge and twirl around the older mechs,
hurrying for the only clump of crystal trees that grew high in this
part of the field. Double-checking behind him quickly to make sure
the game hadn't quite started, he giggled and ducked behind the thick
trunks, taking care to walk around the small crystal flowers growing
along their base. He was so focused in his task, not wanting to crush
a single one, that he didn't notice the mech until he had practically
walked into him.
Shuttering his optics in mild surprise,
the youngling slowly lifted his helm, staring up at the red visor
glowing down on him. “H.... hello Mr. Vortex,” he smiled, optics
glittering radiantly.
The helicopter lifted a servo in a
half-wave. “Hello Fireflight,” he said, “I wanted to thank you
for your help the other night and I figured I'd check the school here
to see if you attended. I'm very glad to see that you do.”
His wings fluttered a little at the
words, but he had always known Vortex would come back. The game had
only started for them, and the little jet was eager to get his turn.
“Yep,” he continued, keeping the pretense that he never had seen
this 'bot before, “Me and my brothers have all attended here since
we were teeny tiny 'bots. They're older than me, in the final
grades.”
“Ah.... So you have brothers. That's
nice,” Vortex replied. “How many?”
His servo came down gently, curling
around Fireflight's nose cone. With barely any pressure, he led the
youngling away from the trees, right up to the fence but a couple
metres behind them. Vortex sat, legs spread, and Fireflight followed
his lead; seating himself between the two limbs as well. The servo
stayed where it was as Vortex leaned forward a bit to continue their
discussion, his thumb stroking slowly, almost innocently, over the
red plating.
He knew it was not though. “I have
four of them, sir,” the jet answered, smiling warmly up at the
helicopter. He tried not to shiver or curl forward more into the
light petting, knowing that he should play ignorant to it. After all,
he would hardly notice such a ploy coming from anyone else.
“Silverbolt is the oldest, then there's Skydive, Air Raid and
Slingshot. They're all really smart and strong and popular. They have
lots of friends!”
“They seem like very good mechs
indeed,” Vortex said. “It's no wonder you're such an angel. With
brothers like them, you are well looked after. No doubt your creators
have taught you all well.” The grey mech rested his helm on his
fist, his other servo sliding down a few inches. Spark pulsating just
a few astroseconds faster, Fireflight tried not to gasp at the
sensual touch, cheekplates slowly warming.
The youngling opened his mouth to say
something, when the shriek of his fellow classmates erupted behind
him, startling him. With no choice, Fireflight glanced quickly over
his wings, afraid they had been seen. Thankfully, there was no one
there, but now he was reminded of just how precarious a situation he
was in. If anyone spotted them -anyone at all- then they would run
and tell a teacher. Vortex would be reported, his parents informed
and the game would end long before Fireflight had his turn. That was
something he didn't want happening.
“I suppose I shouldn't keep you long
from your friends,” Vortex spoke up behind him. Disappointed, the
jet faced him again. The older mech hid his own annoyance well. “You
were playing a game, right?”
“Mhmm,” Fireflight nodded, “Hide
and Seek.”
“A lovely game, indeed,” he added.
Red visor glowing momentarily, the Decepticon removed his servo from
Fireflight's nosecone, reaching into subspace and pulling out a small
item. It turned out to be an energon pop, that he held out for the
youngling to take innocently. “A treat for you,” he explained.
“As thanks again for helping me find my way.”
“Oh! Thank you!,” the jet beamed,
taking the goodie. He quickly stripped it of its plastic seal,
opening his mouth and sliding the treat onto his glossa, before soft
lip components wrapped around it entirely. The Autobot chirped a
little as his sensors buzzed happily at the sweet taste; optics
half-onlined discretely, watching Vortex. At his cute response, the
black rotors twitched.
“You.... you go and have fun now,”
Vortex said, gently grasping Fireflight under a wing and helping both
of them get to their pedes. “Enjoy your treat, Fireflight.”
The helicopter turned to leave and
Fireflight made show of walking back to the crystal trees, before he
stopped momentarily, looking to the mech. “Vortex.....,” he
started softly, taking the energon pop out of his mouth.
The Decepticon stopped, looking back at
him. “Yes?”
He barely needed to act his time.
“W-will.... Can I s-see you a-again?,” he shyly asked, pede
slowly scuffing against the ground. Vortex was quiet for almost a
whole klik -long enough for Fireflight to feel a little silly at his
brazen question and turn his optics to his pedes demurely. “I-i...”
“If you want,” came the tempting
reply. The youngling gasped a little, helm snapping up. Immediately,
his optics were drawn into the band of red staring at him intently;
certain that there was a smirking mouth behind that grey mouthguard.
“Goodbye, Fireflight. I shall see you soon.”
Fireflight barely had a chance to nod,
before Vortex was turning around and walking away again. Another bout
of giggling shrieks distracted the Autobot, and when he looked back
to where the helicopter was, it was only to see that Vortex had
disappeared completely from sight.
No matter.
Slipping the treat back into his mouth,
the youngling turned with a skip and a hum towards the playground;
returning his focus back to his classmates and their own silly game,
processor already lost in rapid thoughts and ideas.
xxXxXxx
He was back to his most favourite of
habits: prowling. Deft fingers slipped between the window, pushing it
open just enough to slip under the stronger metal and twist the lock;
allowing him to push the entire thing open with barely a sound.
Grinning viciously beneath his mouthguard, the Decepticon climbed
into the room, audio sensors perked for any suspicious noise.
He heard nothing unusual though as he
tip-toed across the room for the youngling tucked into the berth
along the far wall, recharging without a care in the world. His red
visor glowed like a beacon in the night.
Vortex had spent so long now, watching
him. Fireflight, that is. It had almost been a whole quartex since
he'd started his game, most of which he'd spent merely studying his
new prey. Normally he wouldn't have bothered wasting so much time,
but he knew the moment he saw the youngling, Fireflight was special.
The way he laughed, the cute smiles the
little jet always wore; his optics large and curious, and full of so
much life and innocence. Even now, when asleep, that aura of purity
clouded the recharging mechling. Cheekplate pressed into his pillow,
mouth against the back of a plushie he clutched to him in recharge,
Fireflight was beyond adorable. He was such a glorious prize.... but
he had to be hunted carefully first.
Like a fruit, he had yet to ripen;
only when he was ready, would he be the sweetest reward. Pick too
soon -approach too fast and scare the prey- and everything would be a
waste. A decent frag, not to be confused, but certainly no where near
the delicacy that Fireflight could be given the right amount of
hunting time.
Oh, but was waiting such a torture.
The grey mech neared the Autobot's
berth, standing above him for a klik before he slowly knelt beside
Fireflight. The succulent scent of energon berries and crystal frost
hit his olfactory sensors as he drew closer, making Vortex salivate.
He'd watched the youngling long enough to know that he never wore any
sort of perfumes or waxed, yet he always looked so and smelled like
the prettiest thing on Cybertron. It was a wonder that no one else
had yet dared to ensnare this unsuspecting thing.
Better for their sanity that no one had
as well. Fireflight's existence had been a surprising discovery, but
so wonderfully such.
“.....and soon, you'll be all mine,”
Vortex purred softly, leaning closer. His wily fingers gently slid
the thermal sheet back; servo running down the side of the slumbering
jet's helm, over his shoulders and along the perfect curve of his
nosecone. Closer they slid, to the edge of Fireflight's wings, and
more importantly -his aft- but surprisingly, the Decepticon came to a
stop.
“Mmmm.....,” he hummed to himself,
daring to lean so close as to brush his mouthguard near the
youngling's helm. “Another time,” he whispered lowly. “When
you're all good and ready, my tender lil' one, I shall take you. And
you will scream my name.”
A creak upstairs drew the helicopter's
attention, forcing him to hold still for a moment. Only silence
reigned above though for the next klik. Certain that he had not been
caught, Vortex smirked to himself; rising to his pedes and slinking
back to the window from once he came. His watching, for tonight at
least, had come to an end.
As soon as the pane was closed and
locked once more, blue optics onlined, shining brightly in the
direction that the Decepticon had just left.
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