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Chapter 16: Vortex and Fireflight IV
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Title: Love
Rating: PG
Summary: Fireflight's brothers
ponder over a strange occurrence
“Do you know when it started?,”
Skydive asked.
“No. I didn't even pick up on it
until yesterday. I mean, he was always talking about a friend, but I
had just assumed it was someone from school, you know?,” Air Raid
replied.
“What new friend?,” Slingshot
growled, trying to peer past the other two and see inside the room.
“It better not be someone older, or I'll-”
Air Raid elbowed him to be quiet. “I
don't know.....,” he whispered to their older sibling. “I mean,
Fireflight's always been the friendly type. Maybe it's just someone
from his class? I mean, how serious can one be at his age?”
“I'm not sure..... He doesn't seem to
have any strong connections to the other students in his class,”
Skydive answered, “And the teacher hasn't commented on it either.
If he did have a new friend, you'd think he'd invite home for a play
session, don't you?”
The other shih tzu grabbed Slingshot,
keeping a servo over the youngest autodog's mouth and glancing into
the room again. “....you think it's an imaginary friend?,” Air
Raid asked, as he watched Fireflight grab a lace table clothe,
draping it over his helm like a veil. The sparkling then grabbed a
couple dandelions he had resting on the berth, before half-marching,
half-skipping up to a make-shift altar at the other end of the room.
“I mean, it's common isn't it for
kids Fireflight's age to have them, right?”
“I suppose..... but usually only when
the sparkling is lonely or not able to make other friends, do they
then create friends. Fireflight.....,” Skydive sighed, “Maybe I
should talk to Silverbolt about this. Fireflight's behaviour.....
it's been odd since he disappeared two years ago. I know we didn't
want to press him for more information because we were scared that he
might revert into a shell, but this.... I don't-”
“No,” the red youngling cut in,
cutting off his older sibling. Skydive gave him an incredulous look
and Air Raid vented heavily as well. “Let's just write it off as a
crush, and leave it at that. We shouldn't trouble Silverbolt with
more than what's necessary. He's already got too much on his plate.”
The other shih tzu shuttered his optics
slowly, staring through the crack in the door and watching their
youngest brother for a few astroseconds, as he mulled over what Air
Raid had suggested. “Very well,” he conceded after a moment.
“We'll leave the matter be for now. But should anything happen, I'm
telling Silverbolt immediately.”
Two helms nodded in agreement.
Title: Fairytale
Rating: PG
Summary: He daydreams before bed
It was dark in the apartment; not a
sound to be heard. Everybody was asleep as they should be, except for
one little sparkling who couldn't. At the moment, he lay curled up
under his sheets, snuggling with his turbofox plushie, staring deeply
into its black button eyes.
“I can't wait Ven,” Fireflight
whispered to the doll, trying to stifle his giggles of excitement so
as to not wake his siblings. “When I get a little bigger, Vortex
will come and take me away. He'll be my knight on a big horse, and
we'll go live in a palace, just the two of us, and I'll be his
princess and we'll live happily ever after.”
The shih tzu smiled giddily, rubbing
olfactory sensors with the plushie. “It'll be perfect, you'll see,”
he added, “I'll wear a pretty dress and there will be lots of
ribbons, and my brothers will all be there as I become Vortex's wife.
We'll be so happy!”
Slowly, exhaustion began to tug at the
sparkling. Though he tried to keep his optics online, they started to
shutter close, and eventually Fireflight stopped fighting it.
Slipping into unconsciousness at last, the autodog was soothed by
frequent dreams of him and Vortex living together, knight and
princess, in love and joy.
His fairytale.
Title: Taste
Rating: M
Summary: Vortex feels it's time to
take things up a notch
“Hello, snowflake.”
The familiar purr sent Fireflight's
spark into a flutter; turning around, he was met with the sight of
his favourite kittycon. “Vwor'ex!,” he cried around the lollipop
in his mouth. Vortex chuckled lowly at the sight, reaching forward
and gently pulling the stick out of the sparkling's mouth.
“You look eager to see me,” the
lynx commented, giving the lollipop a lick. “Mmm, cherry.”
Fireflight blushed, playing with his
fingers as he looked to the ground shyly. “I-i..... I was hoping to
see you again. I didn't know if you were going to come back and see
me.....,” he confessed. The kittycon's ear flicked at the words.
“A-and, well, I-”
“I've got a new game to play,
snowflake,” Vortex interrupted, crunching down on the last of the
lollipop and throwing the stick over his shoulder. “A real fun
game. Wanna play?”
The grey mech took the shih tzu by the
servo, dragging him further away from the open playground and into a
thicket of bushes. Stumbling, Fireflight tried to keep up. “W-what
kind of game?,” he asked. Vortex didn't answer. “....Vortex?”
“Hush, cutie,” he commanded, a
little snappishly. Caught off-guard by the tone, the sparkling gave a
little flinch, optics growing warm with rising coolant. At the sight,
Vortex came to a pause, sitting low on the ground and pulling
Fireflight onto his lap. “Now, now, snowflake,” he cooed,
stroking one of the shih tzu's cheekplate, “No need to get upset.
We're going to have fun, trust me.”
“O-oh....okay,” Fireflight replied.
Leaning into the lynx's touch, the autodog smiled softly, before
standing up and kissing the unsuspecting mech on the mouth. “I love
you, Vortex.”
The red visor flashed at the innocent
gesture, but the kittycon did not comment on the other's confession.
Instead green fingers stroked down the sparkling's back struts,
lulling the shih tzu into a false sense of calm. “C'mon, snowflake.
We're wasting time,” Vortex hummed, reaching down and unzipping his
fly.
Fireflight watched with wide optics as
the kittycon's spike pressurized between their frames.
A wide grin grew on the lynx's face.
“Today, I'm going to treat you to a very special dish. Open wide,
snowflake.”
Glancing up at Vortex for a quick
moment, the autodog slowly shifted back down, grabbing the kittycon's
spike in his two, small servos. The lynx watched, silent, as
Fireflight gave a little tremble, before those virgin lip components
descended on the erect cable.
Title: Brooding
Rating: T
Summary: Vortex is acting strange
Onslaught couldn't help it when he
walked into the living room. He just froze; looking, at his hunched
over son, who seemed to be staring at toy catalogues on the floor.
The lynx's ears were perked with tension and he even had a servo to
his mouth as he grumbled something under his intakes. It was a sight
that the green mech had never seen before.
“...Vortex,” he called out, getting
rather annoyed with his son's behaviour, fast, “Just what the slag
are you doing?”
Surprisingly, no quip or perverted
comment was shot back at him. In fact, Onslaught was, by all
accounts, simply ignored by the grey mech. Frowning, because
that was definitely not normal, the serval stepped further into the
room.
“I believe I asked you a question,
soldier. When I talk, I expect an an-” The older kittycon cut
himself off as he came up behind the lynx, finally hearing what
Vortex was mumbling to himself.
“.....worn out..... no good.....
no..... can't.... need new..... find here....” And on and on, did
his muttering go; equally as vague and disconnected with the previous
comment, it sounded. Great, Onslaught thought, my insane son has
finally snapped.
“Right,” the serval vented
exasperatedly, “You and your creepy mumbling can go upstairs now.
You're taking up my space.” A jab from his pede got the lynx to
stand up, but still did not invoke any sort of remark from his son.
Baffled, Onslaught watched as Vortex slowly shuffled for the stairs,
still whispering to himself in that odd under-tone, not knowing what
had brought on this change in the other kittycon.
Or if it was a good thing.
Title: Push
Rating: M
Summary: Fireflight speaks his
honesty to Vortex
“V-vor-” The shih tzu cut himself
as he arched, his frame breaking out into pleasant convulsions as he
reached his peak, transfluid splattering along Vortex's stomach.
Panting, Fireflight mewled again as the lynx continued to thrust into
him, finishing a klick later with a growl of contentment. Warm and
full, the sparkling watched with half-shuttered optics as Vortex sat
back, tucking his spike away and sampling some of the fluid that
covered his frame.
“Mmm..... you made quite a mess,
didn'tcha snowflake?,” he grinned.
“I-i.....” Fireflight blushed,
smiling a little as he pushed himself up shakily, leaning into the
kittycon and wrapping his arms as far as they would go around the
other's waist. “I don't mind. I l-like doing this with you.....”
Silence from the grey mech.
“Vortex,” the sparkling began
hesitantly. He looked up at Vortex, his optics shining brightly, with
both adoration and trepidation shimmering in their depths. “I love
you. You love me too..... r-right?”
Fireflight quickly bowed his helm an
astrosecond after, his cheekplates flushed deeply with energon and
his nervous fingers drawing little patterns into the lynx's leg.
“I-i..... I love you so much Vortex. I c-can't wait until I'm
older,” the autodog gushed, blissfully ignorant as he spoke of his
deepest wishes to the kittycon, “B-because, then, w-we can get
bonded a-and live happily ever a-after. I'll cook for you, and clean,
and we'll live in a pretty, little house that's all our own. I can't
wait to tell my brothers about y-”
“Now now, snowflake,” Vortex
quickly interrupted. His finger pressed against the sparkling's lip
components, silencing Fireflight. “We talked about this already. We
have to keep this a secret, remember?”
The kittycon's visor gave a little
flicker as the autodog kissed his finger, before unfolding the rest
of his servo and nuzzling into his palm. “I-i know,” the little
mech replied, “But we won't always have to keep it secret, right? I
mean, we'll tell everyone when I'm bigger, yes?”
Vortex did not reply right away, his
attention fixed solely on the sparkling smiling up at him lovingly.
“.... of course.” His answer was short and flat. Not that the
other noticed. He never did.
At the other's response, Fireflight
smiled brightly.
Title: Decisions
Rating: M
Summary: He comes to a final choice
It was no good.
That's what Vortex thought, and still
believed even now, as he lay in his berth, staring blankly up at the
ceiling. He'd been fighting it, deliberating over it for a few months
-procrastinating, he supposed- but everything had reached its
standstill.
The silly, little autodog confessing
“love” for him was one thing.....
But there had been no hesitation, no
fear, no questions or uncertainty when the lynx had tried something
new and told Fireflight to suck him off. The shih tzu had practically
fallen on him with eagerness, taking as much of the kittycon into his
mouth as he could; licking and sucking and squeezing like giving a
blow job was the most normal thing for him.
Oh, he'd overloaded all the same
-Vortex would not deny that. He would have enjoyed the warm sensation
of the sparkling's inexperienced glossa on his spike a lot more
though if he'd been the one to first cajole and manipulate Fireflight
into doing it.
Scowling, Vortex rolled over in his
berth, turning his sullen glare to the toys he had scattered across
his room floor. No, he decided, this couldn't go on any longer.
Everything that made fragging Fireflight fun -his innocence, his
inexperience, how easy he was to trick and mess with- none of that
was there anymore. His sparkling was growing up; becoming a mech.
That.... was unappealing.....
Ah, well, the kittycon shrugged. He
supposed it had been a good three stellar cycles while it lasted.
Tomorrow, he'd begin the hunt for a new toy. Maybe he'd find someone
even cuter and more naive. Vortex purred at the thought, rolling over
again and finally settling down for sleep.
Title: Sick
Rating: T
Summary: Fireflight is ill
Skydive walked into the washroom,
holding a bottle of medicine in one servo and a spoon in the other.
“He's throwing up again?,” he asked worriedly. Retching met his
audios, answering his question.
Silverbolt sat on the floor beside the
toilet, helping Fireflight ease back and mopping at the sparkling's
helm with a damp face clothe. “Yes,” he replied as Fireflight
gave another whimper, burying his face back into the bowl and
vomiting. “This is the third day now in a row. I thought it was
just the flu, but he's been throwing up for the past few hours. It's
too much.”
The blue mech made his way to his
brothers' sides, stroking Fireflight's helm as the smallest autodog
pulled away from the toilet again, crying and whimpering in distress
as he fell against Silverbolt's side. “I'm worried.....,” their
oldest sibling said in a hushed tone to Skydive.
“I know you are, 'Bolt. So am I,”
Skydive shared. “But you can't keep missing work like this. What if
you lose your job? What-”
The taller mech shook his helm. “I
don't care. Someone needs to be here for Fireflight. You can't be
here all the time- you'll miss too many classes, and I will not allow
you to ruin your chances at having a better future, Skydive. Even Air
Raid and Slingshot -though I know they care very much for Fireflight
as well- are too busy with school and don't know how to help
Fireflight like I do.” Silverbolt fell quiet for a moment. “If I
lose my job for caring about my family, then so be it. I will worry
about that when it happens.”
Before Skydive could say anything to
that, a pained whimper was cutting him off. The two mechs turned
their immediate attention to Fireflight, who was curling into the
oldest autodog, tears in his scrunched up optics and his servos
fisting Silverbolt's shirt tightly. “We need to get him to back to
bed,” Silverbolt informed, scooping their littlest brother up into
his arms and cradling him to his chestplates. “We have to get him
to sleep as much as possible. If this continues...... if this
continues, I'm taking him to the hospital. I can't bear it if
something were to happen to Fireflight.”
“None of us could.....,” the other
autodog mumbled back.
Walking into the berthroom, the older
shih tzu bent to lay their youngest brother onto his berth.
Silverbolt stroked Fireflight's flushed cheekplates, wiping again at
the sparkling's brow. “Why are you still here Skydive? You have a
class in a cycle, do you not?,” Silverbolt questioned.
“But-”
He looked over his shoulder plating.
“No 'buts'. If you want to pass, you can't afford to miss a single
one of your classes. Go,” the multi-coloured mech ordered. “I can
take care of Fireflight by myself for a little while. Air Raid and
Slingshot should be finishing school shortly anyhow.”
Skydive gaped, trying to come up with a
feasible excuse, but his words failed him again. His attention was
diverted though when he noticed Fireflight shakily crawling out of
his berth and wobbling toward the closet. “Fireflight!,” both
Silverbolt and Skydive cried, hurrying for the sparkling.
“W-why.....,” the little shih tzu
sobbed weakly, “Why i-isn't he here? W-where... where i-is he?
W-where.....?”
Silverbolt reached Fireflight first,
placing his servos on the other autodog's shoulders concerned.
“Please, Fireflight, you need to lay down! Your stomach-”
The sparkling shook him off, yipping in
distress and throwing himself at the closet. Trembling, Fireflight
managed to fling the doors open, falling on his aft with the effort.
Not wasting an astrosecond more, he pushed himself onto his knees,
peering desperately into the closet. “H-he.....,” the little 'bot
paused, breaking out into a series of dreadful coughs, the tears
collecting in his optics thicker and streaming down his face like
little rivers, “W-why isn-isn't he here?! H-he....... h-he was
a-always here.... a-always.....”
The two older brothers stood back, torn
and confused as Fireflight crumbled to the ground, curling up into a
ball and sobbing loudly. “M-my tummy.... i-it hurts. It hurts s-soo
b-bad!,” the sparkling wailed. “V-vortex..... w-where are y-you?
I..... I-i n-need you.... p-please..... pl.....please.....
v-vortex.....”
Jaw locked tightly, Silverbolt quickly
stepped forward, scooping Fireflight back up into his arms and
carrying his brother to his berth. This time when he laid the
youngest shih tzu down, he stayed there. Tears pricking at his own
optics, the multi-coloured mech tucked the blankets securely around
Fireflight's shivering form; watching as the sparkling silently cried
himself to sleep.
“Go, Skydive,” he ordered again.
“Please....”
The blue autodog hesitated, before
reluctantly turning to the door and leaving. But he knew he would not
be able to focus in class, even if he went. For all he could think
about was the terrible state his poor brother was in, and the unknown
name he had called out for so spark-brokenly.
Title: Run
Rating: T
Summary: Things only worsen
Silverbolt rushed into the apartment,
expression tight and optics downcast. Air Raid, Skydive and Slingshot
-all of whom were sitting in the living room, anxiously awaiting
their brothers' return- jumped to their pedes as soon as the two
other autodogs came running inside. “Silverbolt.... what's going
on? What's wrong?,” Skydive asked, moving forwards to meet his
older brother. “I-is, is Fireflight-”
The multi-coloured mech did not reply,
dumping the weak sparkling into Skydive's arms. “Quick,” he
ordered, turning to the kitchen and opening the cupboards. He began
to pull out dishes and utensils, setting them haphazardly on the
counter. “Whatever you believe to be essential -go pack it now.
There's a couple suitcases in the main closet; fill those, and then
your backpacks. Everything else stays.”
“P-pack?,” Air Raid exclaimed.
“'Bolt, what -why..... What's going on?!”
“Yeah, what're you being all crazy
f-”
“Stop asking questions!,”
Silverbolt snapped, finally turning his attention to the other three.
“I have a car downstairs, ready to go. We need to be out of here
before they come!”
The older shih tzu rushed to the
closest, pulling out the suitcases he had mentioned previously and
throwing some of their dishes in there. Next, he shuffled through the
drawers, throwing objects everywhere and only tossing a few into the
suitcases along the plates and utensils. “Silverbolt!,” Skydive
yelled. “What is going on! What are you talking about?! Who is
'they'?”
The multi-coloured shih tzu snarled,
punching the nearest wall. “WOULD YOU JUST-” He cut himself off,
hissing as he tried to catch his breath. “I w-won't..... I won't
let them take Fireflight away from us! I can't afford to lose any of
you!”
Looking up at his brothers, Silverbolt
saw only fear and confusion reflected in their faces and his poor
spark withered at the sight. “I-i'm sorry.... I'm so sorry.....,”
he whimpered, covering his face ashamedly.
Skydive was the first to respond.
Shaking off his stupor, he glanced at the other two, nodding and
gesturing for them to go and pack. Lost, Air Raid shakily grabbed
Slingshot; the both of them disappearing down the hall.
“Silverbolt..... please,” the blue shih tzu begged, coming up to
his older brother, “You must tell me what's going on. Why are we
fleeing? What happened?”
Silverbolt removed his servos, glancing
at Skydive and biting his bottom lip component before his shoulders
sagged and a silent, little sob escaped him. “Fireflight..... he's
sparked.....”
It felt like someone had punched him.
“What?! Sparked! But how-”
“I don't KNOW how, Skydive!,” the
other autodog shouted tearfully. “I just know that the doctor's did
an ultra-sound to try and deduce a reason as to why Fireflight's been
so sick lately and hurting in his belly, and they found a sparkling
there- at least a couple months into its development. I-it's.....
it's not right..... He shouldn't be sparked at all! He's only
eleven!”
Skydive took a step back from his
hysteric brother, trembles slowly taking over his own frame and his
optics filling with coolant. “B-but..... but then that means
s-someone.....”
“We should have pressed for more
information. We should have kept a closer eye on him.....,”
Silverbolt choked. “I-if only......”
He trailed off, and the blue mech
cycled a shaky intake, trying to keep from crying as well at this
horrifying revelation. But an even worse one came to his processor
and could not be so easily ignored at this time. “B-but.... i-if
the doctor's s-scanned him a-and saw this, t-they'll..... they'll
have to report it! H-he's underage! They'll take him away from us!,”
he wheezed in a panic. “We'll never be allowed to see him again!
They'll-”
“.....that's why we need to run,”
the larger shih tzu cut in. He looked into Skydive's optics, his gaze
dead and remorseful. “Now. Before they can get here.”
“W-we did just as you asked 'Bolt.
We've -woah.....” Air Raid skidded to a stop, glancing worriedly
between his two brothers, each of whom had tears streaking down their
faces. “You...um....”
“You're done? Alright,” Silverbolt
quickly interceded, taking the now slumbering Fireflight from
Skydive's lax arms and passing him to the red youngling. “Take your
younger brothers downstairs and get them into the car. It's the black
one. Get in the back and lay low until we come, do you understand me?
Make no noise, so no one finds you.”
Frightened by the tense seriousness in
his oldest brother's tone, Air Raid nodded, taking both Fireflight
and the car keys handed to him. Nodding to Slingshot behind him, the
two younglings hurried out the door, running down the hallway in
light steps until they could be heard no more entirely. “Go
Skydive. Pack what you need. We've only got a couple more kliks,”
Silverbolt ordered, grabbing a suitcase and hurrying for his own
bedroom.
Taking the spare one, the younger shih
tzu ran for his own room, his spark twisting and whirling sickly in
his chestplates. He was terrified, horrified, anxious, confused; he
didn't know what was going to happen to them, or where they were
going to go, or even how they'd keep Fireflight safe when Child
Services were likely going to show up any astrosecond, with the
police, to take their dear little brother away from them all. But the
worse part about all of this was the fact that Skydive couldn't help
but shed a tear over the fact that he would no longer be able to
pursue his dreams, or finish at the Academy, or even see Onslaught
ever again.
Oh, how shameful he felt for even
bemoaning such selfish things.....
Still, he'd throw them all away, burn
all his bridges and ground up all his chances, if it meant keeping
his little brother safe.
And that was just what Skydive was
going to do.
Title: Faraway Dream
Rating: PG
Summary: He drifts in and out
It felt like he was floating on a
cloud.....
Things bounced and jolted, but he was
always wrapped up securely in warmth; hovering, it felt, over the
entire world. He liked it there. It was nice, soft, free.....
Sometimes he onlined his optics. He saw
flashes of light, like shooting stars, zipping past quickly. One
after the other. Sometimes it was just dark. Nothing but shadows upon
shadows. He wasn't scared though. Gentle servos touched him, petted
his helm, stroked his ears. Whispers of wind accompanied them,
breathing little things.
He never knew what.
Guessed they must have been tender and
warm. He believed so anyways.
Back to the soft, fuzziness did he go
again; just lingering about the world, floating on his cloud.
Protected and cared for.
And while he was there, he dreamed. He
dreamed of home and happiness and secret touches and kisses that
weren't to be. Dreamed of warm sunlight, of how small his servo was
was encompassed by the other's; how he was hypnotized by the vibrant
glow of his visor, and how his spark exploded when the other pulled
him close.
Sometimes, dark things -sad things-
would creep in when he dreamed. They hurt. But the dreams gave him
happy things, so he kept to them, holding on tightly, finding solace
in the illusions as he floated in and out of his cloud. Longing and
waiting.....
For either the daylight to come
back.....
Or for the dream to become reality.
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