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Chapter 9: Vortex and Fireflight III
Title: Trick or Treat
Rating: M
Summary: It's finally Halloween
Fireflight wasn't surprised when servos
lashed out from the bushes, dragging him off the path and into the
dark enclosure of trees. In fact, the sparkling didn't even scream,
and when the fingers slipped away from his mouth, the shih tzu turned
and beamed up at the mech crouching casually behind him. “Vortex!”
“Hey, cutie,” the lynx smirked, his
visor flashing as he looked down on the autodog. “Miss me?”
Fireflight nodded his helm quickly,
jumping to his pedes and hugging the kittycon. “I did!,” he
chirped in reply. “My brothers made me stay inside again for a
whole week, even though I was in class the next morning.... but at
least they let me out tonight!”
Something that the sparkling was very
glad for. He had never had the chance to go out on Halloween before,
so this would be his first year ever trick-or-treating and Fireflight
hated the very thought that he might have missed it. So far, this was
turning out to be the best night ever though! He had collected a fair
bit of candy already, he was dressed in a brand new costume that Air
Raid had helped him pick out and he'd even got to see his strange,
older friend.
The little autodog didn't think he
could be happier.
“And look at my pretty costume!,”
Fireflight giggled, stepping back and twirling in place; his
flower-pattern skirt billowing with the motion and his bucket
swinging wildly on his wrist, spilling a couple treats to the grass
below. “Can you guess what I am?”
Vortex merely purred. “Delicious?”
“N-no.....,” the autodog blushed,
stopping his spinning and facing the kittycon with a shy smile. “I'm
a fairy! A very, pretty, powerful fairy!”
Fireflight threw his arms out, this
time losing his little pumpkin basket. “O-oops....,” he
whispered, hurrying to pick it up and his scattered candy. A strong
servo was winding about his waist, pulling him back before he got a
chance though.
“V-vortex..... m-my candy....”
The sparkling looked up into the grey
mech's face, before dropping his chin, and staring in embarrassment
at the grass below. Vortex chuckled lowly at the self-conscious act;
his fingers moving to slide down one of the autodog's thighs. “Don't
worry so much, snowflake,” he growled lustfully, close to panting
as he saw those gorgeous cheekplates start to turn a delicious shade
of magenta, “You can pick it up later..... First, show me your
'candy'.”
Fireflight gasped softly at the demand,
turning his flushed face up to the kittycon. The red visor flared in
response, and slowly, the shih tzu took a small step back; bunching
up the bottom of his skirt in his fists and lifting it to his
chestplates. At the click of retracting plating, Vortex's ears
twitched and a greedy grin stretched across his cheekplates.
The tiny 'bot could only choke back a
moan as, in the next moment, he was pushed to the grass, and the
lynx's helm thrust between his trembling thighs.
Title: Costume
Rating: T
Summary: His costume got ruined
“O-oh....”
Vortex turned his helm at the whimper,
zipping up his fly as he stared disinterestedly down on the sparkling
softly pushing himself up. Fireflight had his whole attention fixed
on his clothes, picking at the skirt and his shirt, twisting his helm
and sniffling as he saw the state of his clothe fairy wings.
“E-everything.... my c-costume,
i-it's.....,” the sparkling choked on a fresh wave of tears, “It's
ruined....”
And in a way, it was really. The once
white shirt was now covered in dirt and grass stains, the clothe
wings were bent and tearing around the edges, and a bit of the skirt
had ripped and it was filthy with the after-effects of their recent
'face. All together, Fireflight looked horrible.
“It was just a costume,” Vortex
pointed out flatly.
The shih tzu sobbed loudly at the
statement, his tiny servos curling into fists and lifting to bunch at
his optics while tears cascaded down his cheekplates. “B-but....
b-but it w-was b-brand n-new! A-and m-my first c-costume e-ev-ever!,”
Fireflight bawled, intakes heaving as he cried harder. “I-i-i, I
j-just wa-wanted to g-go o-out a-and g-get ca-candy, and h-have f-fun
a-and l-look p-pretty f-for you a-and now e-everything's r-ruined
a-and-”
The lynx growled quietly, thrusting a
servo forwards and pressing one long digit against the white
mechling's lip components. “Ssh!,” he scowled, as the sparkling
shuttered his optics in surprise, before looking up at the kittycon
with his wet, blue orbs. “Stay here; I'll be right back.”
Vortex turned and pushed through the
thick foliage. He paused, turning his helm back, visor dimmed in ire.
“And no crying!,” he added, before he left entirely, a poor
Fireflight sitting in the grass confusedly as he mourned over the
ruin of his new costume.
Title: Changes
Rating: T
Summary: Fireflight thinks a little
as the night draws to a close
Fireflight had never really thought
much about Vortex.
Well, aside from considering the
strange mech his friend and looking forward to his visits, as was
general with many sparklings his age, the shih tzu never analyzed or
pondered over his standing with the kittycon. But....
But things were a little different now.
Fireflight was getting closer to being
another stellar cycle older, and well, he had heard about crushes
from the other mechs and femmes at school. It was natural, they said,
to want to spend all your playtime with another 'bot, and to like to
hug them a lot. Even kiss them. Normally, such a thing meant very
little to the sparkling, because he hugged and kissed and played with
a lot of different people all the time. Things though were definitely
a little unusual with Vortex, yet it had never really been a cause
for contemplation beforehand.
Of course, that was until tonight.
When the lynx had come back after
abandoning the shih tzu in the bushes, Vortex had revealed that he
had a brand new costume for Fireflight alone! It was all white, and
shimmery, with pretty flower cuffs and neck collar and even a flower
belt. And the wings! Oh, the wings! They were sheer, pink wings
coated in copious amounts of glitter and they practically fluttered
with every movement Fireflight made. Changing his old, ruined costume
for this new one, the sparkling's tears dried up and he was giggling
and prancing about again, in utter joy over Vortex's thoughtful gift.
And it didn't stop there either!
When Fireflight eventually made it back
to the street and knocked on the few doors still giving out candy,
before he had time to get upset again that he had missed out on a lot
of the trick-or-treating, a shadow had charitably dropped off a giant
bag of goodies for the autodog at the spot where he was supposed to
wait for his brothers to pick him up.
Fuel tanks doing little flip-flops and
spark whirling madly in his chestplates, the sparkling found himself
starting to like Vortex more and more, and he swore he'd thank his
friend later for his wonderful gifts.
“Hey Fireflight! How's it..... woah.
Big load you got there.”
Turning at the call, Fireflight skipped
over to Skydive and Air Raid, throwing his arms around the red mech's
legs and hugging tightly. “Hi Ar-ra! Hi See-dee! I had so much fun
tonight! I want to go trick-or-treating again next year! Can I? Can
I? Can I, pleeeeeease?”
Skydive smiled wryly, bending down and
patting the smaller shih tzu's helm. “Well, we'll see, alright?
Halloween is a year away, after all,” the youngling pointed out.
Fireflight attempted to put on his best puppy dog pout, but both his
brothers merely laughed, shaking their helms. “Come on, we must get
back now. You still have school in the morning,” Skydive said.
“And I think we'll need some time to
sort through your stash before bed too,” Air Raid slyly
interjected.
“Oh yeah!,” Fireflight chirped,
spinning around before skipping down the sidewalk merrily. Skydive
and Air Raid merely watched him for a moment; the red mech reaching
down and grabbing the sack of candy, almost as big as their younger
brother, and slinging it over one shoulder plating.
“..... I don't remember,” Skydive
mumbled, leaning closer to the other shih tzu as they started after
the happy sparkling, “Is that the same costume you bought
Fireflight?”
“...honestly, I have no idea.....”
Title: Late Night Out
Rating: M
Summary: Vortex returns home late
Sometimes, Blast Off wondered why he
even opened his big mouth.
“.....you're happy,” he deadpanned
as Vortex strutted through the back door, lip components stretched in
a slag-eating grin and humming some primus-awful, cheery tune.
“Indeed I am,” the lynx purred.
“Interested?”
Blast Off debated on whether or not to
answer that question.
At that very moment, Onslaught decided
to walk into the kitchen as well. Seeing the cheerful state of his
third son, he grumbled, “Let me guess. You went out
'trick-or-treating' too?”
Vortex giggled, clapping his servos
together gleefully. “Oh, right you are daddy-o! And I had myself a
good ol' time too. Sucked some lollipops, nibbled some gummies, ate
some pudding cups......” The lynx purred, his grin turning
downright lewd. “I had myself some very delicious sugar
snacks.”
“....room, now,” the serval
pointed, one servo pinching at the bridge of his olfactory sensor as
he tried to refrain from kicking his son in his codpiece. Humming
again, the grey mech obediently skipped from the kitchen, dancing
upstairs and to his room.
Once he was out of hearing range, Blast
Off asked, “High grade or Vosian grade?”
“Neither,” Onslaught grumbled
tiredly. “Just give me the pitcher of rocket fuel beneath the
cupboard, behind the bleach.”
Turning, the siamese bent to retrieve
the requested item as his sire collapsed into one of their new
kitchen chairs.
Title: Arts and Crafts
Rating: PG
Summary: Fireflight makes a gift
during class
“Alright everyone; settle down now,”
the teacher said, speaking a little loudly to be heard over the din.
The sparklings continued to babble for a few astroseconds longer,
before they all fell silent and obediently turned to face their
teacher. Pleased with the response, the femme continued. “Now, I
hope everyone's finished their Valentine Day cards -you have all
worked very hard on them- but now it's time to give them to your
friends. When I blow the whistle, you can all get up and put your
valentines in each others' bags. Okay?”
“Okay,” piped the children.
Smiling, the teacher blew softly into
her whistle, and immediately the sparklings jumped to their pedes and
started winding around the room; talking and giggling as they dropped
a valentine into each of the bags seated on all of the desks. It took
a moment for the femme to realize that she couldn't see one helm
among the others, and confused, she glanced around the room. She was
somewhat surprised to see Fireflight still seated at the crafts
table.
“Fireflight, sweetie,” the femme
started kindly as she came up behind the shih tzu, “What are you
doing? You're supposed to be giving your valentines to your
classmates.”
“O-oh!” Fireflight's helm snapped
up as he was suddenly addressed, looking back at his teacher slightly
embarrassed. “I.....I already gave them my valentines, m-miss.”
She was shocked by that. “Oh? So what
are you doing then dear?” The femme leaned forward a little, to
catch a glimpse of what the sparkling was up to. She wasn't too sure
if she should be surprised or not that he was working on yet another
valentine -this one obviously different from the rest he had made
earlier. Smiling softly, she turned her gaze back to the little mech,
saying, “Is this for someone special?”
Fireflight's cheekplates darkened with
his blush and he dropped his gaze shyly; a happy, little smile still
tugging at his lip components though. “Y-yes,” he answered,
glancing at his unfinished card. “I-i'm almost done! I promise I
won't take much longer!”
The teacher giggled, patting the shih
tzu's helm. “It's alright, Fireflight. You can stay and finish your
card while I take everyone else out for recess.”
The sparkling's optics lit up in joy
and he turned about in his seat, hugging the femme's legs. “T-thank
you miss! Thank you ever so much!!”
“Just don't take too long now,” she
warned lightly, patting the student's helm again and turning away
from the table. She blew her whistle to get the other sparklings'
attention, before clapping her servos and declaring that it was
recess time. At once, everyone rushed for the door, eager to get
outside and play, except for the one tiny autodog who stayed behind
to finish his special valentine.
Title: For his own good
Rating: PG
Summary: Blast Off intervenes
“.....what are you doing here?”
The little autodog on their front porch
jumped at the question, whirling around on the spot and facing the
siamese as he lightly ascended the steps. It didn't take long for
Blast Off to recognize his brother's favourite toy, and it took even
less time for him to become somewhat annoyed.
“Why are you here?,” he repeated
coldly, not all concerned about the shih tzu's discomfort.
Fireflight repeatedly lifted his helm
and dropped it again, before finally keeping his chin tucked in and
his gaze fixed to the floor. “I-i-i-i.....,” he stuttered,
clutching the paper card to his chestplates tightly. “I-i, uh,
w-wanted to.....”
The sparkling's cheekplates darkened
with a blush and he fell quiet entirely.
The kittycon scowled disdainfully upon
the smaller 'bot. “Vortex is not here, nor should you be,” he
said, walking past the sad autodog and pulling his house keys out
from his coat pocket. “I suggest you leave before my sire returns
home- he does not take kindly to children loitering about.”
“O-oh, b-but I.... I wanted to give
V-vortex this!”
Blast Off inclined his helm to the shih
tzu, his gaze narrowing as he stared down at the card thrust out to
him. Fireflight was looking up at him anxiously, fidgeting as the
siamese continued to do nothing but stare, eventually pushing the
card against the older mech's frame, babbling quickly, “I-i'll go
now s-so I d-don't get you in trouble, b-but please give th-this to
Vortex! I-it's important!”, before the sparkling turned and tore
down the driveway.
Grasping the card with two claws, the
kittycon lifted it up to his optics, snorting as he took in the
childishly drawn hearts and flowers and glitter spattered across the
front of the paper. If it wasn't for the fact that he had given
Cosmos something this very orn, Blast Off could have very well
forgotten that today was Valentine's Day. A stupid holiday for stupid
people..... and this sparkling was probably the biggest fool of all.
Walking into the house, the mech headed
straight for the kitchen, opening one of the lower cupboards and
dropping the card into the trash.
He felt nothing as he closed the door
and turned to leave the room. After all, this was for Fireflight's
own good.
Title: Cuddle
Rating: T
Summary: Fireflight gets a surprise
There was something warm against his
back. That was the first thing the sparkling registered as he slowly
began to wake, shifting a little and curling into his sheets.
Normally he was well and warm when he went to sleep, but this was
different than usual. This was stranger....
Something wormed under his blankets,
stroking down a thigh, and terrified, Fireflight gasped, twisting
about in his berth. He was immediately pinned to the mattress by the
servo covering his mouth. “Hush, snowflake,” Vortex cooed,
looking down on the shih tzu, “You look as if you've seen a ghost.”
Slowly, the fingers retracted from the
autodog's face, tracing down his neck cables and drawing little
patterns onto his chestplates. “B-but....,” Fireflight mumbled,
torn and perplexed, “M-my brothers....” He glanced to the side,
seeing that both Air Raid and Slingshot's berths were empty.
“No need to fret, cutie,” Vortex
purred, bending down and licking at the sparkling's neck. “The
older ones went out to do a little shopping, and that loud one is
just downstairs getting the mail. They didn't want to wake you up
when you were looking so precious in recharge.”
The news surprised him a little.
Turning his attention back to Vortex, the shih tzu shyly said,
“B-but.... y-you'll get in t-trouble if S-slingshot s-sees
you.....”
The kittycon chuckled, canting his helm
to the side and propping it against one fist. “Concerned about my
well-being, snowflake? I'm touched. But you know, it'd be hard for a
virtuous mech not to want to crawl into berth with you and
molest your delectable lil' frame as you slept..... And I'm not
virtuous.”
Fireflight tried not to whimper as the
servo at his chestplates dipped lower, tracing down his hip line
before sliding around and groping at his tail. Though he didn't
understand what Vortex had just said, it still did not change the
fact that the lynx had willingly climbed into berth with him and now
lay simply beside the autodog -touching, yes, but not interfacing.
Something that was unusual in the sparkling's processor when he
associated 'berth' and 'Vortex' together. Perhaps this meant that the
grey mech had liked his Valentine card?
Spark whirling joyfully at the thought,
Fireflight rolled into Vortex's chestplates, snuggling closer, to the
kittycon's surprise. “I love you Vortex,” the sparkling mumbled
softly, his smiling face pressed tightly into the other's shirt.
He missed the stunned expression that
came over Vortex's face and the way that the lynx had fallen oddly
silent at his little confession.
Title: Trash
Rating: PG
Summary: Vortex takes out the
garbage
Poking at one
dented cheekplate, the lynx dragged the kitchen garbage out behind
him as he stalked around the side of the house, heading for the
garbage cans sitting on the street curb. Fascinated with the
different points of pain he could create by pressing against certain
areas, Vortex wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing, so
when the garbage bag snagged on a rock, it tore, spilling trash all
over the front yard.
“Slag....,”
Vortex grumbled, looking over his shoulder plating at the mess. He
really didn't want to clean this up, but he'd already pissed
Onslaught off enough times this orn. Anymore, and his sire really
would send him to solitary confinement in the middle of nowhere.
Scowling, the
kittycon lowered himself to the ground and began to grab everything
with one servo, throwing it back into the bag through the tear in its
side. He paused though when he noticed something bright red peeking
out from beneath some peels. Vortex grabbed the mysterious item,
shaking off the rest of the waste and bringing the now confirmed card
towards himself, studying its crumbled form and the glitter
half-melted off of the front.
“Snowflake....?,”
he mumbled to himself confused, recognizing the familiar scrawl.
Quickly, the lynx peeled the ruined card open, his visor flashing as
he read the words within. He was silent for a moment once he was
done, his expression blank, before he tucked the crumpled valentine
away; scowl darkening and glare turning up to the house.
Title: Confrontation
Rating: M
Summary: Things get a little tenser
in the kittycon house
Blast Off avoided the punch as it came,
hearing plaster crack and crumble as the fist went soaring past his
helm and into the wall behind him. At the growl that followed next,
he lowered his book, eyeing his younger brother disinterestedly.
“.....yes?”
“Don't 'yes' me, you pompous
mutt-fragger!,” Vortex hissed back, hackles risen. “You've been
trying to keep my snowflake away from me, haven't you?!”
“I believe at this point and time,
you are the only one 'fragging a mutt',” Blast Off coolly pointed
out, turning and continuing down the hall again. He was forced to
stop when his book was next punched out of his servos and he was
shoved against the wall.
“You let Fireflight out of my room
that one time, didn't you?,” the lynx snarled, pressing in close to
the siamese. “I thought it was weird, what with all my passwords
and him being such a good, obedient, little sparkling..... And no one
else would dare go upstairs to my room. I bet you threw out that card
I saw in the trash too, huh?”
The brown mech refrained from
commenting on that last bit. “You mean if father had been the one
to find him first, you'd have been beaten to a pulp and that autodog
never to return,” Blast Off shot back, his fangs bared as he began
to lose his patience. “You seem to think that I care whether or not
I upset you with the things I do, when the reality of the situation
is I refuse to let my own reputation be tarnished because of your
sick, deprived hobbies.”
“As if your any better, Mr.
Anti-Social. Maybe I'm not as discrete about my quirks as you are,”
Vortex sneered, “But don't even think for a second that you're
actually better than us, Blast Off. What would your beloved mutt
think if he knew that you're nothing but a cold, ruthless killer with
a long trail of bodies behind you.... and no guilt or remorse to
speak of? Hmm?”
The siamese's optics narrowed and he
lashed out, snapping under Vortex's guard to grab at the other
kittycon's throat before slamming him into the opposite wall. They
rattled with the force of the impact, and the light fixtures above
clattered loudly in response.
“No fighting in the house!!,”
shouted Onslaught from downstairs.
The two mechs did not reply, glaring at
each other darkly; Blast Off pressing hard against Vortex's throat,
and the other kittycon holding the tip of a short dagger along his
brother's stomach plating. Claws tightening a smidge, the siamese
inched a little closer, his optics mere slits as he stared into his
brother's disgusting face. “You stay away from him, or I shall do
more than simply send the sparkling home every time he foolishly
comes looking for you.”
“I'd like to see you try,” the lynx
hissed, his smile twisting upwards sharply.
Blast Off squeezed tighter, growling as
the dagger dug deeply into his plating, sending a sharp pain across
his sensory grid. “I grow tired of your games, ingrate,” the
older mech snarled lowly, ignoring the blade as it pressed deeper.
“Come anywhere near my mech and I shall kill you -this is
not some light threat. The consequences will outweigh the sick
enjoyment you get from tormenting that child.”
The red visor flashed and the siamese
bit his bottom lip component sharply as the dagger was thrust further
into his plating, cutting the sensitive wiring underneath. “I'll
never stop,” Vortex growled hoarsely from his position against the
wall. “Fireflight is mine to play with until I decide
I don't want to anymore! Interfere again and your lover-mutt will be
my next target.”
Quickly, the lynx twisted his blade
just as his brother's optics flared in rage; a roar escaping Blast
Off in pain, as he crushed Vortex's neck cables tightly, punching the
other kittycon with his free servo. Holding back the rest of his
curses and snarls that wanted to escape him, the siamese let the
shorter mech drop to the ground, before turning around, scooping up
his book and stalking off to his room. Only pained coughing filled
the now silent hallway as Vortex pushed himself up into a sitting
position slowly, his visor chipped and small flakes of the red glass
dropping to the floor.
“Ring around the rosie, a pocket full
of posie,” he sing-songed through his damaged vocalizer, cackling
softly as he rubbed at his bruised neck cables, “Hush-ah, hush-ah,
we all fall down....” The insane grin had yet to leave the lynx's
face, even as he watched Blast Off disappear behind his slamming
berthroom door.
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