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Chapter 29: Air Raid and Slingshot
Title: Dinner
Rating: PG
Summary: Suddenly he realizes
there's no going back
This shouldn't be happening....
Air Raid looked up from his plate,
noting with dim optics that Slingshot was still resolutely staring
down at his own, shoveling back his meal without care or concern for
the somewhat disapproving look Silverbolt was sending his way.
Venting softly, the red mech returned his own gaze to his dinner,
trying to swallow back another bite.
He hadn't meant to kiss Slingshot -had
wanted to, yes, but he knew better than to do something like that
with his volatile brother. It was because of one lacking moment of
restraint that suddenly he was cut off from the younger shih tzu;
brutally ignored, shunned and ostracized. Air Raid would give
anything to have Slingshot talk to him again.
“I hear from Skydive that you have a
girlfriend, Slingshot,” Silverbolt began, smiling as he set down
his fork for a moment. The red shih tzu froze. “Your brother tells
me she's a lovely lil' femme, and that she seems quite enamoured with
you.”
Slingshot looked up from his plate,
turning bored optics to the oldest autodog. “Yeah,” he shrugged
neutrally, “She seems that way.”
Fireflight gasped in delight, clapping
his servos together excitedly. “What's her name? Are you going to
go on a date?,” he asked, optics shimmering in joy. “Is she going
to be like your princess, Slingshot?”
Silverbolt patted the sparkling's helm.
“Her name is Rosanna, I heard, and she's very sweet. Skydive says
she's very polite too.”
“She wants to go to the movies,”
Slingshot informed dully as again their youngest brother gave a
squeal of excitement, “I might need to borrow some money.”
“Why of course, Slingshot,” the
older autodog replied. “And if you need a ride as well, I'd be glad
to-”
“Excuse me,” Air Raid quickly
mumbled, rising to his pedes. He hurried from the table just as the
rest of his family fell quiet at the unexpected interruption; missing
the visor that slowly glanced at him as the red mech fled from the
room.
Title: Her
Rating: T
Summary: He can't help but hate her
He watched from the window as Slingshot
walked down the yard casually, meeting up with the petite femme that
stood at the gate patiently. She threw her arms around his brother
the moment he was close, saying something with a bright and joyful
smile on her face. The grey mech patted her back with one servo,
replying.
Fist strangling the curtains, Air Raid
forced himself to step away from the window; the anger and jealousy
that had been flowing through him just then disappearing as soon as
he was out of view of his brother and his new botfriend, leaving only
the anguish and sparkache. Crumpling onto the edge of his berth, the
shih tzu choked on a sob, dropping his face into his knees as he
hugged himself.
Why, he cried silently, why did
Slingshot have to do this to him?
Why couldn't his brother just talk to
him, let him apologize, instead of going around, blatantly rubbing it
in his face that he had a botfriend now?
....why couldn't Slingshot just love
him back.....?
Spark withering in pain, Air Raid
gasped brokenly into his legs, feeling tremors run up and down his
frame as he wept over his brother's cruel rejection.
Title: Rescue
Rating: T
Summary: He remembers their past
They had made Slingshot go away.
A little shih tzu crawled through the
bush, getting closer and closer to the little lean-to that tried
pathetically to pass as a house. Wiping the grime from his face, a
red helm peeked up from the branches, trying to peer through a grungy
window into the home. This is the place that the System had sent
Slingshot to.
Even as young as he was, Air Raid could
see this was a bad place. No one should live here, especially not his
younger brother. Seeing that no one was around, the sparkling grabbed
the window's ledge, trying to yank it up. To his horror, it was
nailed shut. Shuttering his optics uncertainly, the shih tzu dropped
back down to the bushes, scrambling through the dirt and dark until
his servos curled over a sharp rock.
Smiling in hope, the autodog returned
to the window, digging the rock's sharp edges into the wood and under
the nails' head; ripping them out one by one. It was hard and long
work, made difficult by how rusted and deeply imbedded the nails
were. At the end of it, the sparkling's servos were shaking and in
pain, the tender palms a little torn up and leaking beads of energon.
Ignoring it for the time, Air Raid once
again tried shoving the window frame up; breathing a sigh of relief
when it gave after a spark-dropping moment, slowly grinding upwards.
A little scurry of noise echoed from within the room at the sound of
the window opening, a shadow picking itself up off the floor and
shuffling uncertainly towards the light.
“Slings..... Slings, it's me,” the
red autodog called out softly into the house, praying that none of
the 'bots that took his brother heard. “It's me, Air Raid.”
“A-ar..... Ar-ra?,” came the tiny
whisper.
Air Raid nodded his helm rapidly,
giving a little gasp of relief when he saw the younger autodog come
into the light. He was concerned though with how tired and dirty
Slingshot looked, not to mention battered, but he was alive and he
wasn't bleeding (that he could see) and that's all that really
mattered to Air Raid right then and there.
“Come on,” he said quietly, shoving
his arms into the room, “We're going to go back. Back to our
brothers.”
Slingshot looked at the older sparkling
as if he didn't quite believe this was all happening, but something
moved heavily further in the house and like a bolt of lightning, the
grey shih tzu was running for his brother's arms. “A-ar-ra!,” he
gasped, tears flooding his optics as he was lifted out of the room
and cradled close to his brother's chestplates. Slingshot threw his
arms around Air Raid's neck, pressing his wet cheekplate against the
other's.
“Y-you c-came for m-me....”
Air Raid hoisted Slingshot higher,
quickly walking away from the house. “Of course, Slings,” he
mumbled quietly, kissing his brother's ear. “I'll always come back
for you. Same with Silverbolt and Skydive. We're a family and we're
going to stick together.”
The smaller sparkling sniffled,
nuzzling closer. “I.....I love you, Ar-Ra. I want to b-be with you
forever.”
Optics flaring in surprise, Air Raid
gazed down at his brother, watching fondly as the worn-out sparkling
drifted off to slumber in his arms. Shifting Slingshot's weight
again, the autodog continued on down the dark street, his spark
rotating calmly now that his brother was with him.
Title: Revelation
Rating: PG
Summary: Slingshot is mad
Slingshot peeked into the room quickly,
before venting in relief and walking inside. A tiny bit of him
wondered where Air Raid could possibly be, but he quickly squashed
those questions, finding them unimportant. Where ever his brother had
gotten to, was away from him, and considering how angry he was at the
other youngling at this moment, that was for the best.
The shih tzu clenched his fist as he
headed for his nightstand; rifling through the drawers, trying to
locate his game system. Just what the slag was Air Raid trying to
pull?! Slingshot slammed the drawer close, cursing and kicking the
nightstand for extra measure. For once, things seemed to be finally
looking up for them all after that whole 'Fireflight getting sparked'
fiasco, when suddenly his brother had to turn around and play some
nasty prank on him.
Slingshot couldn't stand for it! Not
one bit! And if Air Raid thought he could get away with his sick
games, then-
“....S-slingshot?”
The youngling paused in his motion to
punch the wall, turning slowly on the spot and staring idly at his
youngest sibling standing in the doorway. Fireflight canted his helm
to the side at Slingshot's attention; his little brow furrowed in
concern. “Are you alright, Slingshot?,” came the quiet question.
The grey mech tried his best not to
snarl. “....No.” He failed.
Fireflight's optics dimmed further and
he cupped his servos before his chestplates. “Are you.... still mad
with Air Raid?” Slingshot tried not to flinch as the smaller shih
tzu addressed his feelings. “Y-you shouldn't be. If Ar-Ra did
something to make you upset Sling, then you should t-talk to him!
It's not right that you should just be mad at him all the time....”
“Oh, what the slag do you know?!,”
Slingshot shouted at the sparkling, losing control of his temper. He
regretted it immediately as he saw his brother cringe at the yell,
taking a small step back. From down the hall, came Breakdown's
whimper.
Glancing out the door quickly,
Fireflight looked back at his older brother, sighing sadly as he
stepped back out of the doorway. “.....I know Ar-Ra cries in the
shower, when he thinks no one can hear him,” the little autodog
shared quietly, before turning completely and exiting the room.
Stunned, the other shih tzu stood there
silently as his brother left him alone.
Title: Grasping
Rating: T
Summary: He's grasping at old
memories like life-lines
They'd been the closest when they were
younger....
Air Raid tipped his helm back as the
water cascaded down from the shower head, shuttering his optics
through the downpour quickly; praying that it would be enough to wipe
away his tears again. He didn't know what he was going to do anymore,
or even why he bothered to lie to his brothers and pretend that
everything was alright.
Little servos clutched his sleeve as
they snuggled into a tiny cranny for the group home's game of
hide-and-seek. Slingshot had wanted to go find his own hiding spot
initially, but once the game had started, he'd clung to his older
brother's side like glue. Air Raid didn't mind. He was always looking
out for the smaller sparkling, just like they Skydive and Silverbolt
looked out for him.
“D-do..... do you think we're
hidden good here?,” Slingshot hissed, in what could barely pass as
a whisper. The red shih tzu nodded back.
“I think so, Slings,” Air Raid
replied back, setting a servo on top of the smaller pup's helm and
petting him roughly. His younger sibling made a little sound of
discontent but when he pulled his servo back, the other autodog was
snuggling further into his side.
Soap suds slipped down his thighs,
trailing for the drain at the bottom of the tub. Air Raid tried to
resist, but it was too late.... his frame was burning hot to the
touch and certain areas ached for contact. He always hated his heat
cycle (more frequent in its arrival than any of his brothers') but it
had never bothered him as much as it did now. Holding back a whimper,
the autodog leaned against the wall; pedes evenly spread as was
physically possible in the tub, plating retracting as his fingers
curled up under his aft, running along his valve's rim.
“S....slings....,” he mumbled, as
one digit slid inside.
The biggest sparkling turned his
helm to look down on his sibling, optic ridge quirked curiously.
“....What are you doing, Slings?,” Air Raid asked, trying to
ignore the pounding of his spark as Slingshot finally stopped
nuzzling, obviously having found his comfort spot half-under the
other autodog's arm.
The grey shih tzu didn't reply
immediately at first. “..... Ar-ra?,” Slingshot whispered after a
moment.
“Hm?”
“What are bondmates?”
Air Raid shuttered his optics in
surprise at the question. Mulling it over quickly, figuring his
brother must have heard some of the older 'bots talking, the shih tzu
decided to answer. “Well.... They're kinda like mommies and
daddies. Two 'bots, or sometimes three, who make a promise to always
stay together and love each other,” he explained to the
bright-optic sparkling. “They get dressed up real nice and have a
big party, like a birthday, and then go and live in a nice, big
house, where they kiss and hug a lot, and eventually, have lil'
sparklings like you and me.”
Slingshot gaped in awe. “I..... I
like that....,” he whispered, beaming in joy.
“Do you, now?,” Air Raid
giggled, bending low to rub olfactory sensors with his brother. The
red sparkling was shocked when suddenly his lip components were
pecked, Slingshot giggling in guilt.
“One day, I'm going to be your
bondmate!,” he vowed, his little tail wagging with his excitement.
“Then we'll be happy and we'll have lots of sparklings too!”
“W-what....?!,” the older
autodog stuttered, still caught off-guard by first the kiss and then
the proclamation. “Why?”
“Because,” Slingshot answered,
his optics burning brightly through his visor as a contented smile
spread across the sparkling's lip components, “Ar-Ra is special to
me. He's my Ar-Ra and I love him very much. I want to be with you
always!”
The other sparkling didn't know what
to say. Cheekplates flushed magenta, Air Raid watched as his little
brother snuggled close again; all thought of the game or the other
children wiped clear from his processor. There was only him,
Slingshot and his pulsating spark.
Gasping softly, Air Raid slipped his
fingers out of his valve, feeling his lubricants slowly wash away.
Though the dregs of bliss still remained, the mind-numbing haze of
his heat cycle was quickly fading, leaving only regret and shame to
wash over the autodog. Again..... again, he had thought about
Slingshot while he touched himself, imagining that it was his
brother's servos sliding across his frame and into his valve, instead
of his own, desperate ones.
His self-loathing was enough to
overwhelm him.
Unable to stand any longer, the
youngling slid to the bottom of the tub, folding into himself and
sobbing softly as water continued to pitter-patter over his frame.
Title: Thoughts
Rating: PG
Summary: It was bound to end
“You.... you don't actually like me
all that much, do you?”
Slingshot startled at the question,
looking up from the ground and turning his helm to the femme.
Rosanna's visor dimmed a little as the other autodog's focus was put
on her, her smile a little sad around the edges.
“I know I asked you out first and
everything, but.....” The poodle trailed off momentarily, folding
her servos in her lap as she glanced away from the mech. “You don't
actually like me, do you?”
Slingshot frowned, confused first by
the femme's confrontation and now her conclusion. “....Just what
are you going on about?,” he gruffed, not in the mood for anyone's
mind games this orn. He hadn't even wanted to come to the slagging
park, but he wasn't going to tell the femme to frag off either.
...Silverbolt wouldn't be pleased if he did.....
Rosanna kept her gaze on the ducks in
the pond. “They must be very special, this person you're always
thinking about,” she said. She turned slightly back to the other
youngling. “Your focus is always slipping when I talk to you and if
I ask you a question, you always open your mouth before closing it
again -as if you were going to say something but then realized I was
not the person meant for it.”
The shih tzu opened his mouth, but as
stated, closed it again. Honestly, what could he say to that anyways?
It wasn't like the femme was making it sound like, he just knew he
had to be polite and whatnot around her, otherwise Silverbolt and Air
Raid would-
The grey autodog clenched his fists,
glaring down at the ground again.
He jumped again when a delicate servo
rested on his shoulder. “....Not to mention,” Rosanna added, her
smile even sadder as Slingshot looked up at her, “You always shy
away from my touch. I had hoped that perhaps it was just nerves, but
I'd be fooling myself if I kept believing that was so.”
The poodle rose to her pedes, smoothing
down her skirt as she stepped in front of the stunned mech, smiling
at him kindly. “Thank you for trying anyways, even though your
spark was never fully in it,” she said graciously, tucking in her
chin shyly, “I hope that this person loves you back, just as
equally much as you love them. Goodbye Slingshot.”
Then she turned and left, leaving the
other youngling to stare in mute shock at her departure.
Title: Overwhelm
Rating: M
Summary: He doesn't know what to do
anymore
It was quiet when he got back in.
Mutely, Slingshot walked into the kitchen, dropping his bag on the
counter and picking the note that was left off the fridge. It stated
in Silverbolt's neat handwriting that him and the rest of the family
had gone over to see Skydive. They'd be back for dinner. Not
particularly concerned, the shih tzu crumpled the note, tossing it
over his shoulder and slowly wandering for the staircase.
He didn't quite get what happened with
Rosanna in the park, but Slingshot wasn't about to say that he wasn't
slightly relieved it happened all the same. The femme was obviously
starting to become more and more attached, and truthfully, the
youngling found it altogether unsettling. At least he was spared the
effort of breaking up with her, alongside the tears and unnecessary
guilt. But now that meant he didn't have a decent excuse for avoiding
Air Raid anymore.....
Scowling to himself, Slingshot made it
to the top of the landing, almost half-way to his room when he
stopped dead in his tracks; olfactory sensors twitching as the musky
scent of heat met them. His processor thought to turn tail and run;
his frame seemed to have other ideas though. Tip-toeing closer,
Slingshot paused outside his berthroom door, grasping the knob and
pushing it open a crack. The smell hit him hard then, but not nearly
as hard as the sight he could glimpse from this angle.
Stretched out across his berth was Air
Raid, pants missing and trembling legs spread wide open as a servo
moved frantically between them. Little beads of lubricant glistened
from where they hung on his plating, the red mech throwing his helm
back as he suddenly started gyrating up into his fingers hard.
“A-ahh! Ahh.... ah..... aah....,” Air Raid moaned, whimpering
last before his hips fell to the berth again; still rocking, trying
to reach an overload.
The other servo managed to untangle
itself from the sheets, scrambling over the side and yanking one of
Slingshot's shirts up onto the berth. The smaller youngling wanted to
growl when he saw this, but kept silent as he watched with
disbelieving optics as Air Raid pressed the material to his
cheekplates; breathing deeply as he thrust back harder into his own
fingers.
“S-slings.....,” he gasped and for
a frightening moment, the grey shih tzu thought he had been
discovered, “....p-primus.... S-slingshot!!” His brother arched
into his servo again, panting as he desperately increased his
grinding. “Slings..... slings..... slings..... a-ah! YES!
S-slings..... m-mmmhaaaa.... l-love you! I love you!
S-Slings.....SLINGSHOT!!”
Slingshot pulled away from the door
quickly, shaking as he pressed himself to the opposite hallway wall,
able to hear every heavy intake and soft whimper as Air Raid
overloaded; gushing out a bitter-sweet, musky perfume that drove his
senses wild. Part of him was disgusted, another part was
horrified.... another part wanted to rush into the room and pin Air
Raid to the berth and frag him. It was all so messed up inside, just
a mass of over-lapping and uncertain emotions, driving the youngling
further and further into confusion. Unable to take it anymore,
Slingshot bolted; rushing back down the stairs and out of the house
in a flurry.
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