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S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,185
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1
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Currently Reading:
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Mistake
4/19/08
Hide / Blackout/ mistake
Mistake
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There had been no Decepticon activity for quite a while now and Ironhide was starting to get irritated. As much as he hated the war, there was no denying how he loved the smell of battle and the rush of trying to save one's skin.
To shoot and kill the enemy, while watching with a twisted satisfaction as their optics dimmed and spark sputtered then went out. Trigger-happy Ironhide was having a tough time just lazing about, unlike his other comrades who had all found something worthwhile to do.
So here he was, just hanging out by a deserted building shooting at random piles of old junk cars, trying his best to not let the boredom and itch of battle get to him.
He was in the process of blasting his 20th car when the sound of a helicopter stopped him dead in his tracks. 'Blackout! That slaggin 'Con!' Ironhide thought angrily as he aimed his canons up at the sky.
Blackout came hurtling down from the blue sky, right at Ironhide who dodged the minute the Decepticon crashed into the ground. The helicopter transformed into bipedal mode as he stood tall in front of Ironhide, who was ready at a moments notice to fire upon his enemy.
"Well, well look what we have here? Where's all your little Auto-scum friends?" Blackout said tauntingly as he glared daggers at the weapons specialist.
"None of your slaggin business, Decepti-creep!" Ironhide bit out, sending an equally powerful glare to his foe. Blackout grinned wickedly, suddenly rushing at the Autobot and proceeding to pin Ironhide to the nearest wall.
The 'Con grabbed Ironhide's arms, pinning them behind his back and thrusting his full body weight onto the Autobot so he could not move. The black mech struggled vainly as he yelled, "What the frag! Let go of me you slaggin glitch!"
Blackout just grinned again, sharp teeth peeking out as he leaned forward and kissed Ironhide roughly. For a moment, the weapons specialist was frozen as thoughts of, 'Why the frag is he kissing me!?' ran through his processor.
He suddenly had a rather good idea as the Autobot opened his mouth to admit Blackout's glossa entrance. Once he felt the helicopter's glossa probing his mouth, he bit at it relishing in the taste of the energon blood he had just drawn.
Growls came from Blackout as he pushed harder into the kiss, free hand now beginning to stroke and dig painfully into sensitive wiring. Ironhide fought back with his own glossa, his body thrusting up into Blackout's as they both equally hurt and pleasured each other.
Core temperatures were rising and Blackout broke the kiss to assault Ironhide's neck with bites, hard enough to draw energon.
In the midst of all that the weapons specialist finally got his hands free, immediately digging his fingers into any seams of Blackout's armor that he could get at.
Blackout threw his head back in a loud rumbling moan as Ironhide tugged on the internal wiring. Their bodies hummed with pleasure and growing heat as overload drew nearer. Blackout began to grind his body against Ironhide's, it pained him as much as it pleasured him.
The black mech groaned in ecstasy as he met Blackout thrust for thrust, while hands wandered and pulled at wiring brutally.
So much anger and loathing fueled their lust, made it into a delicious force that they could not pull away from. Ironhide still hated Blackout, and the feeling was mutual, but they both needed this.
So when overload finally tipped the balance and spilled through the two mech's, instant gratification was achieved.
They clung to each other for support, riding out wave after wave of pure energy as the pleasure dwindled into nothingness. Both mech's slumped to the ground, recharge swallowing them up into a blissful oblivion.
When Ironhide came to he was alone and the only evidence of the event that had occurred remained on his own neck. It amazed the weapons specialist that Blackout would just leave and not kill him, but maybe the Decepticon had been too weak.
Whatever the reason was Ironhide was glad for it, and even though it had been a mistake to engage in such an act with his enemy he didn't give a damn.
End!
Hide / Blackout/ mistake
Mistake
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There had been no Decepticon activity for quite a while now and Ironhide was starting to get irritated. As much as he hated the war, there was no denying how he loved the smell of battle and the rush of trying to save one's skin.
To shoot and kill the enemy, while watching with a twisted satisfaction as their optics dimmed and spark sputtered then went out. Trigger-happy Ironhide was having a tough time just lazing about, unlike his other comrades who had all found something worthwhile to do.
So here he was, just hanging out by a deserted building shooting at random piles of old junk cars, trying his best to not let the boredom and itch of battle get to him.
He was in the process of blasting his 20th car when the sound of a helicopter stopped him dead in his tracks. 'Blackout! That slaggin 'Con!' Ironhide thought angrily as he aimed his canons up at the sky.
Blackout came hurtling down from the blue sky, right at Ironhide who dodged the minute the Decepticon crashed into the ground. The helicopter transformed into bipedal mode as he stood tall in front of Ironhide, who was ready at a moments notice to fire upon his enemy.
"Well, well look what we have here? Where's all your little Auto-scum friends?" Blackout said tauntingly as he glared daggers at the weapons specialist.
"None of your slaggin business, Decepti-creep!" Ironhide bit out, sending an equally powerful glare to his foe. Blackout grinned wickedly, suddenly rushing at the Autobot and proceeding to pin Ironhide to the nearest wall.
The 'Con grabbed Ironhide's arms, pinning them behind his back and thrusting his full body weight onto the Autobot so he could not move. The black mech struggled vainly as he yelled, "What the frag! Let go of me you slaggin glitch!"
Blackout just grinned again, sharp teeth peeking out as he leaned forward and kissed Ironhide roughly. For a moment, the weapons specialist was frozen as thoughts of, 'Why the frag is he kissing me!?' ran through his processor.
He suddenly had a rather good idea as the Autobot opened his mouth to admit Blackout's glossa entrance. Once he felt the helicopter's glossa probing his mouth, he bit at it relishing in the taste of the energon blood he had just drawn.
Growls came from Blackout as he pushed harder into the kiss, free hand now beginning to stroke and dig painfully into sensitive wiring. Ironhide fought back with his own glossa, his body thrusting up into Blackout's as they both equally hurt and pleasured each other.
Core temperatures were rising and Blackout broke the kiss to assault Ironhide's neck with bites, hard enough to draw energon.
In the midst of all that the weapons specialist finally got his hands free, immediately digging his fingers into any seams of Blackout's armor that he could get at.
Blackout threw his head back in a loud rumbling moan as Ironhide tugged on the internal wiring. Their bodies hummed with pleasure and growing heat as overload drew nearer. Blackout began to grind his body against Ironhide's, it pained him as much as it pleasured him.
The black mech groaned in ecstasy as he met Blackout thrust for thrust, while hands wandered and pulled at wiring brutally.
So much anger and loathing fueled their lust, made it into a delicious force that they could not pull away from. Ironhide still hated Blackout, and the feeling was mutual, but they both needed this.
So when overload finally tipped the balance and spilled through the two mech's, instant gratification was achieved.
They clung to each other for support, riding out wave after wave of pure energy as the pleasure dwindled into nothingness. Both mech's slumped to the ground, recharge swallowing them up into a blissful oblivion.
When Ironhide came to he was alone and the only evidence of the event that had occurred remained on his own neck. It amazed the weapons specialist that Blackout would just leave and not kill him, but maybe the Decepticon had been too weak.
Whatever the reason was Ironhide was glad for it, and even though it had been a mistake to engage in such an act with his enemy he didn't give a damn.
End!