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Chapter 26: Vortex and Fireflight V
C.M.D: Once more, we've got Vortex and Fireflight stories. Fireflight has aged some, but he is still a minor and Vortex is still a creep. So, if you'd like to avoid any upcoming sexual interactions, please head on over to my FF.net account to read the censored version.
Title: Happy
Rating: PG
Summary: What defines happiness?
The siamese took him up to the very
last room at the end of the hallway. Not saying a word, the kittycon
opened the door, gently leading the autodog to go in first.
Fireflight did and found himself gaping in wonder. It was such a big
room, bigger than he'd ever had before, with walls painted in a warm,
sunny yellow and white trimming on the floorboards and sill. A
delicate crib, set low for the sparkling, was positioned near the
large window, right in the path of a beam of sunlight. A change
station, a quaint chest of toys and even a small berth accompanied
the crib.
Smiling in joy, Fireflight padded
further into the room, cradling Breakdown carefully as he inspected
and touched each of the new and amazing things. “I-is..... is this
all for us?,” he asked, turning his helm back to Blast Off, who
remained standing in the doorway.
The brown mech nodded.
“We discovered you were carrying....
Our sire decided to make the appropriate changes to accommodate.”
“I see.....,” the shih tzu hummed
in response to the flat answer. He sat down in the rocking chair
beside the crib, shifting the blankets so that Breakdown would be
more visible. Skydive and Silverbolt had told him lots of times
before that he had to keep the bornling hidden away, but in this
bright, big room, Fireflight wanted nothing more than to share this
sense of serenity and peace with his son.
“That big mech..... he likes See-Dee
a lot, doesn't he?,” Fireflight said, turning his helm back to
Blast Off. The siamese had quietly entered the room now, and was
fixing things around the place so they would be more convenient for
the sparkling. At the question, he stopped what he was doing,
twisting his helm to glance coolly at the autodog. “He says he's
going to take care of us now. Are See-Dee and him going to get
married too?”
Blast Off nodded slowly. “Our sire
-Onslaught- cares for your brother deeply. They had planned to get
bonded previously.”
Fireflight giggled a little at the
answer, turning his merry expression down to the freshly-waking
bornling. “Does that mean Onslaught is a grampa?”
The siamese was hesitant to reply.
“....Yes,” he eventually said, watching as the sparkling's optics
glowed in delight.
“I guess that means you're my new
brother and Breakdown's uncle too,” the white mech beamed, looking
up at the kittycon. “I like that. I never had a big family before.”
Fireflight turned his gaze to the gently cooing bornling, who purred
and clicked for his carrier's attention. “I think we're going to
like it here a lot, Breakdown. I bet we'll be very happy.”
Blast Off said nothing, standing mute
as he watched over the little shih tzu, in the soft sunlight of
afternoon, almost displaced by the simple purity and love radiating
from the sparkling.
Title: Discord
Rating: T
Summary: A shadow returns....
It wasn't hard to undo the lock.
Three astroseconds and the bolt was
undone; another five to step inside and check that the security
alarms were disabled. It was all so.... simple. Making a face at how
childishly easy this all was, the mech strode casually through the
kitchen, heading for the fridge. He promptly opened it up, browsing
its contents quickly, his red visor flashing in delight at all the
delectable dishes within. Quickly, green fingers grabbed various
things; popping them into his mouth with a satisfied slurp, grabbing
the milk container last and drinking straight from the jug.
The suburbs: so graciously stacked with
goods.... and so beautifully empty during the orns. It was perfect
hunting grounds for mechs like him.
A thump echoed softly upstairs. Helm
turned up to the ceiling, the stranger smirked viciously, putting the
milk back into the fridge and sneaking through the house and to the
staircase. Yes, perfect hunting grounds indeed, especially if there
was a housewife or two left by their lonesome for him to.... satisfy
other urges. His tail swept back and forth in anticipation as he
reached the second landing, striding predatorily down the hallway to
where he smelled a sweet scent. It moistened his taste buds with its
delicious aroma, but something nagged faintly at the back of his
processor.
The scent seemed almost familiar....
The doorknob was turning as he neared
the last door in the hallway. Grinning, he waited and watched as his
unsuspecting victim opened the door. Humming met his audios first
before white filled his vision; broken only by brilliant, blue optics
that flashed as they turned and caught sight of the intruder.
“V-vortex....?”
The lynx pounced at the sound of his
name, knocking Fireflight to the floor and pinning him there.
“Fireflight,” he purred, nudging open the shih tzu's thighs with
one knee as he lowered his face to the sparkling. “What a pleasant
surprise.... I was just thinking how delicious you smelled.”
A hot glossa snaked out, licking at the
autodog's neck cables, causing Fireflight to gasp and writhe.
“W-wait... Vortex!,” he whimpered, bucking up when Vortex nipped
him. The lynx growled slightly at the plea.
“But precious, lil' snowflake,” he
cooed, pulling back an inch and staring hypnotically down into the
other's large, puzzled optics, “I haven't seen you in forever it
seems. Where did you run off to, hmm? And what is a cutie like
yourself doing here?” A servo slid down his waist, unzipping his
pants before it slithered up Fireflight's shirt, pawing hungrily at
the sparkling's plating. Fireflight only moaned as the kittycon
ground down into him, little servos pushing and pulling at the
kittycon's shirt.
“I feel like you were almost
gift-wrapped for me. Here I am, aching for some company.... and there
you are, smelling sweet and looking just as scrumptious as the last
time I saw you. I bet you're just as wet and tender in that filthy,
lil' va-”
The sound of a bornling whimpering
interrupted the lynx. His grip gone slack, Fireflight wriggled out
from under the frozen Vortex, heading back into the room he had just
been leaving only kliks before. The kittycon watched as the shih tzu
hurried across the nursery, heading directly to the crib where a tiny
bornling lay on its back; tiny paws waving in the air for its
carrier.
“It's okay, Bedo,” Fireflight
hushed gently, reaching inside and pulling the mechling out, “It's
alright. Mommy's here now.”
The hybrid gave one last, little
whimper before calming as he was cradled in his carrier's arms.
Smiling as Breakdown slipped easily back into recharge, Fireflight
remembered that Vortex had come to see him. Beaming in joy, he turned
to the door. “Vortex, I wa-”
The rest of his words tumbled off his
glossa silently, finding that no kittycon stood in the doorway. In
fact, there was no sign whatsoever that Vortex had even been there to
begin with. Optics dimming, Fireflight walked to the little rocking
chair set in one corner of the nursery, humming Breakdown a lullaby
to fill the silence.
Title: Disgust
Rating: T
Summary: He does not approve of this
new discovery
This couldn't be happening. A red visor
glowed angrily in the tree, highlighting the leaves with its bloody
light momentarily, before dimming once again. Hunched over and
perched like a bird of prey, Vortex peered through the branches at
the little autodog padding around the nursery not too far away from
him.
Alright, he recalled, he'd grown tired
of Fireflight. The mere thought of the sparkling had disgusted him at
the time that he'd made his decision, so he'd tossed him aside
without a second thought. He hadn't expected on the orn he'd
rediscovered the shih tzu, to both be lusting for Fireflight again
and to find out about the nasty little bonus waiting for him.
A bornling....
The lynx's upper lip component curled
contemptuously; his fists clenching the bark tightly as he watched
Fireflight finish changing the hybrid, before rubbing olfactory
sensors with the slagging thing. Slaggit.... they even giggled
together.
This was not what he would have had
expected to happen, if Vortex could even bother to think how things
might have played out, and he certainly wasn't impressed with the
results. Every single moment of Fireflight's orn, every thought,
every smile, every bit of his time and joy -given, no, poured,
on that weak, pathetic little scraplet. Fireflight was his, a
part of him snarled viciously, and yet that slagging freak had to
steal all of the shih tzu's attention.
Vortex resolutely pushed aside the fact
that the spawn was also his own. He felt no connection to the brat
and would have no qualms about drowning him the first chance he got.
But how to do it....
The kittycon leaned back on the branch,
seething in jealousy as he continued to watch Fireflight through the
window across from him -scheming and plotting away, trying to work
around this new obstacle in his path.
Title: Fright
Rating: PG
Summary: He gets a horrible scare
Breakdown cooed as Fireflight changed
his diaper. Giggling brightly, the shih tzu rubbed olfactory sensors
with his son, smiling warmly as the hybrid grabbed his cheekplates
with his tiny servos. “Mommy loves you too, Bedo,” he said,
kissing the bornling quickly before scooping Breakdown up and
crossing the room for his crib. He spun gently, humming a merry tune,
to the delight of his son.
“Come now; it's time for a nap,”
Fireflight announced, laying Breakdown in his crib. Purple optics
peered up at him sadly, arms waving, wanting to be held longer. The
autodog smiled wryly at the gesture. “No, no, no Bedo. You have to
go to sleep -it's important you take your nappy. Otherwise you'll be
too tired for your walk later.”
The hybrid seemed to pout at these
words. Fireflight giggled again, grabbing the bornling's blanket and
covering his tiny frame with it. “Oh!,” the shih tzu exclaimed in
surprise, “Oh no, Bedo! Your dolly's not here..... It must still be
in the bathroom. Mommy will be right back.”
Kissing Breakdown's helm, he quickly
turned around and skipped from the room to gather the bornling's
plushie. Finding the little insect-shaped doll by the bathroom sink
-a gift from Air Raid- Fireflight paused, holding the plushie in his
servos while his thoughts wandered.
....He missed Vortex....
The sparkling had been missing him for
months, but the ache in his spark had grown since the last couple
orns, when the lynx had surprised him within his own home. Why had
Vortex left so quickly? Why didn't he stay? Questions, hundreds,
millions of them, swarmed his processor; choking the autodog with
their lack of answers and tightening around his frail spark like a
giant claw with the doubts that they created.
“...w-where.... where are you,
Vortex?,” the shih tzu whimpered softly to himself, “W-why don't
you come b-back?”
Pushing all the tears and dark thoughts
aside for the moment, Fireflight lifted his helm, padding back for
the nursery with a smile on his face. “Breakdown, mommy's-
B-breakdown?!,” Fireflight cried in alarm, walking into the room
only to find the crib overturned and the bornling nowhere in sight.
Dropping the doll, the autodog ran
across the room, moving the crib and throwing the blanket aside in a
frenzy, hiccuping and wheezing as it became more and more obvious
that the hybrid was gone. “B-breakdown!” Crumbling to his knees,
the sparkling slowly curled towards the floor while his servos lifted
towards his flooding optics, a little whimper escaping him.
“N-not.... not my B-bedo too.... p-please.... I-i....”
A distressed whimper echoed loudly in
the room, but Fireflight realized that it hadn't come from him.
Whipping his helm up and about in confusion, the shih tzu was
surprised to find Breakdown sitting in the doorway of the room,
reaching out for his carrier desperately. Gasping in overwhelming
relief, Fireflight quickly scrambled up and across the room, picking
the hybrid up and hugging him tightly to his chassis.
“B-breakdown..... o-oh,
Breakdown.....,” he sobbed, unable to keep the tears back any
longer, “I-i thought.... H-how did y-you....? Oh, o-oh.... I-i'm so
g-glad you're o-okay. M-mommy c-couldn't t-take it i-if y-you
disappeared t-too....”
The bornling whimpered and sniffled,
clutching tightly to Fireflight, trying to bury himself deeper in his
carrier's arms. Slightly confused, the white mech still welcomed the
harsh snuggling, humming and rocking the both of them back and forth
as he placed butterfly kisses all over Breakdown's helm. Fireflight
did not see the flash of red that glowed dimly from the shadowy
doorway of Air Raid's room, nor the gentle whisper of motion as a
part of the shadows turned and faded away.
Title: Return
Rating: T
Summary: Fireflight gets a guest
It was a bright and beautiful orn, so
Fireflight was outside with Breakdown, trying to roll a ball back and
forth with the bornling. Breakdown seemed interested enough in the
game, but he kept falling forward each time he tried to push the ball
back to his carrier, his face landing in the soft grass and causing
him to whimper at every attempt. Trying not to giggle, the shih tzu
picked the hybrid back up, kissing his cheekplates and rubbing
olfactory sensors with his son to cheer him up.
“It's okay, Bedo. You'll get the hang
of it eventually.” At his words, Breakdown gurgled contently,
nuzzling his carrier. Fireflight returned the affection ten-fold.
“Hey,” he whispered sweetly, looking into the bornling's optics,
“You wanna-”
Rustling behind him interrupted the
autodog before he could finish his question. Turning around quickly,
Fireflight watched as a familiar lynx leaned out from the bushes,
smug grin on his face as he licked icing off of his fingers. “Hello
snowflake,” Vortex purred, his visor dimming as it fixed entirely
on the sparkling, “There was a birthday party a few houses down
from you; had some sweet cake. But nothing as sweet as you.”
“H-hi Vortex.....,” Fireflight
mumbled back in reply, his arms tightening just a tad around
Breakdown in his nervousness. The bornling clutched to his carrier,
tears filling his optics quickly before he half-buried his face in
the shih tzu's chestplates; hiding from the kittycon. Recalling that
his was a perfect opportunity to finally introduce Breakdown to
Vortex, Fireflight turned a little more, trying to get the hybrid to
look at the lynx. “T-this.... this is Breakdown, Vortex,” the
white mech shyly smiled, “He's o-our-”
“Son,” came Vortex's flat
reply. “Yes..... I've heard.”
The shih tzu couldn't help but to cock
his helm at that. “How?,” he asked, confused. “I wanted to go
see you, since your daddy lives so close now.... but you weren't
there. No one will tell me where you are a-and....” Fireflight
paused, shuttering his optics quickly to push the tears back.
“Wh-where have you been, Vortex? Are you okay?”
The lynx was silent for an astrosecond.
“Oh, I've been around,” he smirked. He winced, momentarily, for
some unknown reason, before he slowly started to reach for
Fireflight. “In fact, I've.....” Fireflight squeaked in surprise,
quickly rolling him and Breakdown out of the way when the grey mech
suddenly collapsed, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.
Petting Breakdown's helm to reassure
the distressed bornling, the autodog slowly inched towards Vortex;
kneeling at his side and roughly shaking the kittycon when he did not
respond after a few astroseconds. “V-vortex? Vortex, a-are you
alright?!” Fireflight eventually rolled him over, feeling along
Vortex's neck cables, trying to find a pulse like the actors on t.v
did. He got lucky; the lynx's pulse thrumming softly against his
fingertips sluggishly.
Concerned, the sparkling studied his
unconscious friend, noticing for the first time that Vortex did not
look well. His visor had small fractures in it, mostly around the
sides and there was a freshly-welded scar along his lip components.
His plating seemed a little darker than usual and dinged pretty bad
in some spots, and even his fur was slightly oily as Fireflight
stroked the pointed ears. Overall, it looked like the kittycon had
been in some pretty bad straits, and probably for a while.
“Did you not have a home Vortex?
.....Is that why you look so bad?,” Fireflight mumbled as he
brushed his servos gently along the unconscious mech's cheekplates. A
small, little whimper drew his attention; turning immediately, the
autodog padded back to his bornling, scooping Breakdown up into his
arms and shushing him as he slowly rocked the hybrid. “It's okay,
Breakdown, it's alright. Daddy's going to be okay, he will be!
L-let's..... let's just get you back inside though, hmm? So mommy can
try and get daddy in.”
The hybrid mewled pitifully as he was
deposited in his high chair in the kitchen and quickly left as his
carrier hurried back out the door.
It took several kliks before Fireflight
could even get Vortex to the kitchen door, most of which was just him
panting and tugging weakly on the lynx's arm before he managed to
drag him a few inches. Unable to pull him any further, the autodog
eventually just gave up, running inside to wet a dish clothe and
patting it gently along the kittycon's brow. Slowly, the red visor
flickered back to life, a grey servo lashing up and grabbing his own.
“.....Snowflake?,” the low voice
croaked uncertainly.
Fireflight tried not to look into
Vortex's visor. “Y....you..... you collapsed. I d-didn't..... I
mean, y-you look like you've b-been hurt a-and.... and I w-wanted to
h-help you so y-you'd feel bet-”
There was the flash of a sinister grin,
before Fireflight found his lip components smashed into a hungry
kiss; servos grabbing onto the kittycon's sweater as Vortex sat up
and yanked him forwards. Swooning, the autodog whined softly,
shuttering his optics dazedly as the lynx slowly pulled away;
grinning still.
“Thank you for your kind words,
snowflake,” Vortex husked, mouthing the words barely against the
sparkling's lip components. “Maybe I'll get you to make me feel
better another time....”
Chuckling lowly, the kittycon then
slipped away, disappearing over a fence, leaving a stunned and
heavily blushing Fireflight sitting on the kitchen doorstep.
Title: Bath
Rating: M
Summary: The third times the charm
It was warm in the bathroom. Steam from
earlier still clung to the mirrors and tiles, making the air a little
thicker, but not uncomfortable to breathe. The lights seemed a tad
dimmer, though they still glared warmly, and the lavender scent of
the bubble bath formula combined to make a calm and relaxing setting.
Enjoying himself the rare moment, was
Fireflight, who was currently piling the mountain of soap bubbles
into vague castles, humming merrily while he did. There was a gentle
creak behind him before a cool draft of air brushed chillingly across
the shih tzu's shoulder plating. A shadow fell over him next.
“My, my, my.... Enjoying yourself are
we, snowflake?”
“V-vortex!,” Fireflight gasped in
surprise, twisting in the tub quickly to face the lynx. A red visor
flashed brightly, that familiar grin quick to curl on the other's lip
components. Shyly, the sparkling sank a little deeper into the water,
blushing as he glanced away from Vortex. “I-i.... I didn't k-know
that you were c-coming ba-back...,” he whispered.
“But of course,” the kittycon
purred, squatting by the tub's side; a servo dipping into the water
and slowly stirring the bubbles. “I thought I'd pop in and check up
on you, while your brothers and the little... one.... were
downstairs, watching t.v.”
The fingers touched his thigh beneath
the water and Fireflight couldn't help the little flinch he gave.
“Why do you ask.....? Did you not
want to see me?” Vortex's tone had gone a touch lower. The
sparkling quickly looked up at the grey mech, reaching out with one
servo and touching the kittycon's cheekplate gently.
“V-vortex.... you, y-you don't look
w-well,” the shih tzu noted, looking deeply into the dimming visor.
“D-do.... do you w-want to take a bath? I-it'll make you f-feel
better!”
The lynx was unresponsive for a couple
astroseconds before that unholy smirk bloomed across his face.
Feeling shivers run down his backstruts, the autodog pushed himself
to the far side of the tub, optics down; listening as the older 'bot
purred contently while stripping off his clothes before sinking into
the tub alongside the sparkling.
“Thank you for the offer, snowflake,”
Vortex said, looming over Fireflight, starting to press the shih tzu
into the side of the large basin. “Such a brilliant, perfect
idea....”
Fireflight did not reply, only gasping
instead as his legs were spread open, winding around Vortex's waist
as he pressed closer, due to the constricting curves of the tub. He
struggled to keep his optics online, fingers scrabbling down the
lynx's plating, catching suddenly in a dent. “Y-you're.... you're
hurt!,” the sparkling whimpered, both servos lifting and cupping
Vortex's face as he peered up at the lynx, his optics glazed with
coolant. “H-how?! Why?”
He spared a moment to glance back down
at Vortex's chassis, sniffling at the spread of dents and scratches
-old and new wounds that still weren't fully healed yet. “I-i'm so
sorry that I had to go away, Vortex!,” Fireflight sobbed, throwing
his arms around the lynx's neck cables and burying his face there.
“I-i didn't w-want to, b-but my brothers s-said I had to! N-now I
c-come back, b-but you're ne-never home a-and y-you're h-hurt really
bad a-and I'm s-sorry because i-it has to b-be all my fault a-and-”
The frozen kittycon slowly jumped into
action, pulling Fireflight off and pinning him to the side of the
tub. His red visor burned into the sparkling's optics; his lip
components a flat, expressionless line. “Say it...,” the grey
mech commanded lowly, “Tell me why.”
Fireflight broke off optic contact
quickly, glancing down between their frames, his little mouth open in
slight hesitance. For some reason, Vortex decided to follow the
autodog's line of sight.... and felt his systems crash to a stop as
he saw the white plating retracted; small spike and valve visible
beneath the water.
“I-i.... I missed you so m-much... I
m-missed your t-touching, and y-your smiles, a-and h-how nice i-it
felt when you h-hold me....,” the soft voice confessed shyly,
“....I t-tried not t-to be sad th-though, b-because I-i knew
y-you'd come back.... b-because I-i love y-you and you-”
That was it.
That's what he wanted to hear.
Snarling in triumph, Vortex cut off the
rest of the Fireflight's words as he swooped in for a bruising kiss;
his plating hissing softly as it drew back, letting his aching spike
free from its confines. Even on the edge of younglinghood, there was
still a brightness, an optimism, a naivety and strong, child-like
innocence that filled the shih tzu, contrasting against everything he
had already gone through. And that hesitance.... Oh, Primus!
The only thing that made all of this better was how tight and
wet Fireflight felt as he slid inside the waiting valve; not
to mention the delicious little response the sparkling gave, as if
this was his first time altogether.
Perfect, Vortex wanted to growl, as he
got his bearings on the slippery tub, rocking up to his usual pace.
Absolutely perfect, that's what Fireflight was. His perpetual virgin.
He'd chosen the kittycon as well, the foolish, unknowing little
pup....
The grey mech grinned as Fireflight
gasped loudly, his glossa sliding into the sparkling's mouth and
rolling wildly there, muffling any and all sounds the autodog might
make. And with how hard Vortex was starting to pound into Fireflight
now, loud noises were certainly going to follow.
“Mmm.... mine,” the lynx purred
against Fireflight's mouth, shivering in delight when the tight valve
squeezed him hard, “All mine....”
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