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Chapter 33: Air Raid and Slingshot III
Title: Flower
Rating: PG
Summary: Are things back to normal
or.....?
Air Raid wondered if their relationship
would ever heal. Sighing, the mech turned his optics away from his
homework, gazing out his berthroom window as he idly twirled a pen.
It had been a month -literally- since Slingshot had crawled onto the
couch with him; the closest thing to an apology the younger shih tzu
could give. Admittedly, feeling his brother's frame pressed snugly
against his own, had been the best sensation Air Raid had ever
experienced..... but the crushing disappointment upon waking up to
find that Slingshot had already taken off, still stung, making
approaching his brother harder.
What was Slingshot playing at?
Did he accept and even return Air
Raid's feelings or was he just doing all this to hurt the older
youngling?
Air Raid sighed, wiping at his optics
wearily. Worrying about all this was not helping him finish his
homework.
“....A-Air Raid,” a voice coughed
softly behind him.
Alarmed, the red mech whirled around
his chair, staring in shock at Slingshot. The shorter shih tzu stood
with all his weight on one pede awkwardly, helm torn between looking
up or looking down; that small, nervous frown on his face that he
always wore when he was both uncertain about something, but
determined all the same. Air Raid did his best to not let that
adorable expression distract him.
“Y-yes?,” he mumbled back.
Slingshot opened his mouth to speak, but snapped it close immediately
after, yanking a servo out of his hoodie pouch and thrusting his fist
towards the older shih tzu. Air Raid shuttered his optics quickly,
unable to stop the rising blush as he noted that there was a poor,
half-strangled daffodil clenched between trembling fingers.
“I-i...... I k-kept waiting f-for you
to d-do something,” Slingshot blurted out fast, “B-but y-you're
really slow a-and I didn't w-want you to t-think that I hate y-you or
something, s-so, here! H-have this!!”
He was giving him a flower.....
Slingshot was showing Air Raid how he felt. The red youngling snapped
out of his daze, a large grin spreading to his face as he jumped to
his pedes; grabbing Slingshot in a tight hug, kissing his brother
soundly. The grey shih tzu bit impatiently on his lower lip component
and, chuckling softly, Air Raid opened his mouth in answer to the
demand, unable to stop the moan as Slingshot's glossa slipped inside.
When shy servos circled around his
backstruts, tugging the older autodog closer, is when Air Raid really
felt his spark soar.
Title: Midnight
Rating: M
Summary: They share late night
moments
“N-nghhh..... A-air.... Air Raid!”
Slingshot bit his bottom lip component hard, twisting his helm to the
side, trying to find his brother's mouth. He was saved some of his
effort when the other autodog pulled back from his neck cables;
mouths locking and glossas twining hungrily. It muffled the grey
youngling's yelps mostly as white fingers circled tightly around his
spike, Air Raid's palm rubbing hard at the cable's underside,
stimulating the sensors harshly.
Unable to handle this continuous strain
of torture, Slingshot grabbed his brother's wrist, jerkily guiding
him to go faster until he overloaded with a slight whimper. Smiling
pleasantly, Air Raid continued to kiss Slingshot until he felt the
younger shih tzu settle down under his touch; releasing the spike and
gently covering his brother up again.
“O-oh..... oh Primus.....,”
Slingshot whispered, panting softly as Air Raid pushed himself up a
little.
“Good?,” the other mech chuckled
quietly. “You might want to be a little louder though. I don't
think 'Bolt or Fireflight heard you.”
Blue optics narrowed at him sullenly
behind a visor, making Air Raid chuckle again, leaning down and
pecking his brother quickly in apology. “I'm sorry. Was just
teasing,” he said, tugging Slingshot closer, snuggling with him. “I
love you, Slingshot.”
“I-i.... I do too,” came the soft
reply.
Air Raid smiled wryly, noting that once
again, Slingshot had not said 'I love you' back. That's alright, he
told himself, in time he would. Give it time and Slingshot would feel
confident to say those three important words to him. For now, Air
Raid was just glad to be able to touch his brother and share a berth
with him; his feelings spoken and acknowledged.
Title: To Hold You
Rating: M
Summary: They take a step forward
He wanted more.
Air Raid tried not to smile as he
glanced at the window; through its reflection, catching Slingshot
staring at his backstruts unflinchingly. His brother had been
shooting frequent glances at him all week long and had even taken to
sticking to his heels most orns, as if he was Slingshot's only
life-line to the rest of the world. Silly really, but a cute thought.
But no..... Air Raid really knew why Slingshot was on him like glue,
awkwardly stalking his older brother, unable to voice what he wanted.
Slingshot was nearing his heat cycle.
His first, to be exact. The air was slightly sharper; their room
becoming a tad musky -all evidence that their recent sexual activity
was bringing about a change in the grey shih tzu. It must have been
confusing -even infuriating- to slowly feel yourself losing control
of your own processor and frame.... and no doubt, Slingshot would be
both too stubborn and embarrassed to ask for help from anyone.
Putting down his pencil, Air Raid
turned in his seat, his optics locked with Slingshot's as he rose to
his pedes. The other youngling flinched as the red mech took a step
towards him; something tangy scenting the air, confirming Air Raid's
earlier thoughts. Smiling kindly, he pushed Slingshot down onto the
berth, taking a moment to kiss his brother. Slingshot keened faintly
their conjoined mouths, his servos fisting Air Raid's sweater.
“I.... i-i....,” he mumbled weakly
as the older shih tzu leaned back an inch.
“It's okay, Slingshot,” Air Raid
soothed, stroking his brother's cheekplate while his other servo
slide down his frame. “It's a heat cycle -perfectly normal. It's a
good way for your frame to acknowledge what it wants, and get what it
needs.”
Slingshot snarled, grabbing Air Raid's
helm and forcibly kissing the other mech as Air Raid's servo slipped
into his pants. “I-i know what a heat cycle is,” he grumbled.
“D-don't patronize me.”
Air Raid smirked in amusement.
“Mmmm..... big words, Slings. I'm impressed.”
The red shih tzu gently pulled out of
Slingshot's grasp, slipping down his frame; kissing the other's
stomach plating as he pulled down his pants, tossing them somewhere
across the berthroom floor. Slingshot whined wantonly at the fleeting
pressure, his codpiece retracting without a second thought, his spike
practically leaping into Air Raid's face.
Blue optics shuttered quickly in
surprise, before Air Raid swooned, overcome by both the sight of that
slicked spike and valve. “Oh, Slings.....,” he breathed softly,
leaning forward, lip components brushing against the spike with every
syllable. “Y-you're so beautiful.”
Slingshot whimpered at the teasing
pressure, servos sliding and curling through the sheets, twisting
them harshly. Grinning blissfully, Air Raid opened his mouth,
swallowing down the thicker spike; his fingers dipping and rubbing
softly into the seal covering the grey autodog's valve.
“A-aaahh!!,” Slingshot yelped,
sharply, arching on the berth, shaking servos grabbing his brother's
helm. The red youngling gagged a little, shoved down harder on the
twitching cable, trying to hold back his whimpers as Slingshot
started thrusting up into his mouth wildly.
Oh.... oh, Slingshot was always so
impatient and violent..... but -Primus!- if it didn't make him all
the more wet anyhow. Feeling his spike press tightly against his
codpiece, Air Raid hummed harder; his fingers dipping sharply into
the seal suddenly, with just enough force to snap the covering.
Slingshot gave a short yelp as he slammed up into the roof of his
brother's mouth, shooting his transfluid into the unsuspecting cavern
as a finger slide for the first time into his valve. Gagging only
momentarily, Air Raid let his optical sensors roll back into the back
of his helm as he swallowed down Slingshot's fluids; his sly finger
slowly massaging the untouched sensors in his brother's valve,
stimulating them enough to ease away any lingering pain and encourage
lubricant to ooze from the walls.
“R..... 'raid.....,” the grey
youngling mumbled weakly.
Slowly, reluctantly, the older shih tzu
pulled away, finding his brother lying weakly back on the mattress,
helm tossed back. Grinning, Air Raid slid up Slingshot's frame,
cupping his brother's cheekplate with one servo as he kissed him
softly.
“Mmm..... y-you,” Slingshot broke
away from the kiss, scowling a little, “Y-you're gross..... y-you
just h-had my.....u-uh.... t-thing, in y-your....”
“I know,” Air Raid chuckled, “Isn't
it grand?”
Pressing his hot codpiece against
Slingshot's aft, the red youngling was barely able to hold back from
grinding on his open, vulnerable brother. Optics dimming wantonly,
Air Raid buried his face into the other's neck cables, nuzzling under
his chin meekly. “S-slings.... O-oh, slings.....,” he whimpered
softly. “Y-you're so beautiful, s-so precious.... I want y-you,
Slings. I w-want all of you: spark, processor a-and frame. I want
t-to protect you and love you a-and, heh, Primus, I want to frag you.
A-anything that'll bring me closer to you....”
The shih tzu yelped a little as he had
his helm yanked back up, blue optics glaring at him from behind a
translucent visor. Only the bright splash of magenta across white
cheekplates and the light trembles from the fingertips grasping the
back of his neck, gave him any indication that Slingshot wasn't
really angry with him.
“Y-you.... s-stop saying stupid slag
already,” the other autodog grumbled out finally, his blush
deepening. “Just g-get on w-with it..... 'k-kay?”
He was nervous.
Embarrassed even.
Air Raid smiled softly, feeling his
spark swell; the only one, he was certain, that was witness to this
insecure and modest side of his brother. Lacing fingers with one of
Slingshot's servos, Air Raid unzipped his pants, sliding closer the
other youngling, just as he pressed his spike tip against the valve's
outer rim.
“I love you, Slingshot,” he
confessed against the grey shih tzu's mouth, pressing harder, melting
into a kiss, “With all of my being.”
Slingshot only whimpered softly as Air
Raid slide into his valve, inch by agonizing inch, his free servo
pushing down on the back of his helm, forcing them closer.
Title: Lusting
Rating: T
Summary: Slingshot tries to focus
in class
He'd liked it. Slingshot shifted
nervously in his seat, trying to focus on what his teacher was
droning about now, but couldn't even grasp enough focus to pretend to
be paying attention anymore. All he could think of -all that filled
his helm at that moment- was his brother.
Air Raid smiling at him. Air Raid
giving him those glittery, mischievous optics. Air Raid, flushed,
smiling tenderly as he slid into the younger mech's valve. Air Raid
gasping wantonly as he slid quickly down his brother's spike, making
loud declarations of love and loyalty to him alone......
Slingshot snapped his thighs together
tightly, looking out the classroom window, desperate to find a
distraction. If he didn't find something else to preoccupy his
thoughts, he'd be stuck with a stubborn charge all orn -and Slingshot
was certain he wouldn't be able to handle that.
Already, he wanted to-
Ah, slaggit. The shih tzu slumped in
his seat, conceding in defeat. There was no way he'd be able to focus
now, and memories of Air Raid and his wet valve were calling for him.
Oh.... How hot and soaked he'd been..... As if waiting for so long to
take Slingshot inside that soft, warm passage; supple walls ready for
a good spike and outer rim already dripping lub-
Slingshot thoughts crashed to a halt
momentarily. A seal..... An untouched valve was usually sealed. Air
Raid had none. Not even traces. If given time, seals could easily be
broken by one's own self..... but, the comfort in which his brother
had accepted his spike, could not be practised. Not alone.
Did that mean...?
That Air Raid....?
Slingshot scowled down at his textbook;
strangling his pen in his servo. His good mood gone -and even his
charge- the grey shih tzu sank lower in his seat, plagued by the
rising, dark cloud of incessant questions and doubts.
Title: Honest
Rating: T
Summary: He's been keeping a secret
The warm water cascaded down his frame,
helping to ease out any kinks or stiffness. Air Raid was surprised
that he even had any soreness at all -had to be stress, he figured.
His final exams were coming up and everyone was cheering for him to
finish with top marks. Unspoken, there was the expectation that he
finish in the Academy, unlike his brothers who had not been able to.
Air Raid sighed at that.
There wasn't much he could really see
himself doing after he graduated, but he didn't want to disappoint
Silverbolt or Skydive either.
Putting aside his concerns for the
moment, the shih tzu stepped back out of the spray a little; sliding
his sudsy fingers around the rim to his valve. It had only been a few
orns since him and Slingshot had last interfaced, Air Raid noted with
a smile. As sudden as the fights had started, the two younglings had
crashed straight into a relationship; sneaking kisses and touches any
chance they got. 'Facing when they had a long enough moment together
and there was a slim possibility of interruption.
It was a beautiful, mad rush of ecstasy
and bliss and Air Raid found himself more and more thrilled as their
relationship continued. Never had he honestly dreamed that having
these moments with his brother finally would be so.... so..... well,
words just couldn't describe!
Air Raid couldn't help but to giggle.
Slingshot had seemed so shocked at
first, spiking the red shih tzu -never having done so to anyone
before- but he'd been such a lovely, pleasant fit.....
And his nickname! The younger autodog
had actually called out for him, using the childhood nickname he'd
missed so greatly. Purring, Air Raid let his fingers circle a little
closer around his valve, tempted to slide them in and rub along the
sensor nodes inside. The slamming bathroom door halted the shih tzu
from any such action.
“A-ack!!”
Yelping in surprise, Air Raid spun
around in the tub, slipping and crashing to the bottom. The shower
curtain fluttered down on top of him, ripped free from its rings when
Air Raid had grabbed it during his fall. Blushing in embarrassment,
the red youngling smiled up at Slingshot as the torn curtain was
yanked away; rubbing the back of his helm, where he could feel a
small dent.
“H-hey, Slings. Came to join me?”
The grey mech huffed, optics narrowed
tensely. Noticing his brother's foul mood, Air Raid slowly pushed
himself back up, inadvertently drawing the other autodog's attention
downwards. Slingshot's gaze fell to his hips, and Air Raid felt a
quick chill run up his spinal strusts. “S-slings.... I....”
The red mech hurriedly clicked his
plating back in place, but not before Slingshot snapped, yanking him
out of the tub and slamming the older youngling against the bathroom
floor.
“Why did you have no seal!?,” the
grey shih tzu snarled.
Air Raid felt his spark pulsate weakly.
“O-oh.... you noticed that, huh? Listen, Slings, I-
His brother punched him. “How could
you let someone else break it, Air Raid?!,” Slingshot yelled, one
servo wrapping loosely around Air Raid's throat. “I-i.... I was
sealed; I let you break mine. I should have been the only one to
break yours!! You s-said you loved me .... y-you-!!”
Air Raid quickly grabbed Slingshot's
servos, looking up at him pleadingly. “P-please, Slingshot!
I-it.... it wasn't my choice! If I could have, I would have saved it
just for you!,” he insisted, “But I was too small a-and weak,
I-i.....”
Slingshot slowly shuttered his optics
as his brother trailed off, face painted with shock. “Y-you.... Air
Raid, were you.....”
Air Raid glanced quickly to the side.
Licking his lip components anxiously,
the grey youngling tried to speak through the growing knot in his
throat. “W-when....?”
“....the first time they sent me
away.” Air Raid looked up at Slingshot, venting softly. “It was
the first time they had separated us. If you remember, they sent me
to a new home, all by myself.....,” he shared quietly, “I....
There was a mech and a femme. They were to be my caretakers. But they
had four other orphans to look after and the femme didn't bother to
pay attention to me. The mech on the other hand..... H-he..... He
liked to punish us. For no reason. For any reason. H-he'd grab you,
p-pin you down.... s-sometimes, h-he'd sling y-you over his knee,
h-hold you there a-and beat you u-until y-you'd passed out from
screaming and crying..... I w-wanted to escape b-but I didn't know
where I was o-or how to get back to you a-all. E-eventually,
Si-silverbolt came and rescued me, b-but by then....”
When Air Raid trailed off this time, he
did not continue.
After a klik of silence, Slingshot
withdrew, sitting on the toilet. The red youngling slowly pushed
himself up; turning off the shower and grabbing a towel.
“Slings...?,” he called softly, standing at the other's side.
“....I'm sorry. I never told anyone and I-i thought.... thought
that, after so long, it didn't matter anymore. It's not like I
remember much about the mech.....”
Slingshot was staring down at the
bathroom floor, his servos, Air Raid could see, curling into fists.
“I.... I wish you'd remember.....,” came the low growl,
“....I-i'd hunt that mech down and k-kill him for ever
d-daring to put his spike in-”
Air Raid dropped to his knees, grabbing
Slingshot's helm and making his brother look up at him. “I-is that
what you think? T-that he was my first?,” he smiled wryly, touched.
“O-oh.... Oh, Slings.... The bastard may have broken my seal, but
that was with his fingers. He never got the chance to put his spike
in me..... You, you are still my first.”
The older autodog kissed his stunned
brother.
“As you were meant to be.”
Slingshot surprised him by grabbing the
red mech by the waist suddenly, yanking him close as he slammed their
mouths together. Moaning into the harsh, sloppy kiss, Air Raid
smiled, wrapping his arm's around the smaller mech's shoulders.
“Mine.... my Ar-Ra.....,” Slingshot
muttered possessively against his mouth, in between kisses. His
brother chuckled, spark swelling in euphoria.
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