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+S to Z › Transformers : Unicron Trilogy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,499
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Transformers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beware The Dark
4/18/08
Pairing: Hotshot x Megatron
Beware The Dark
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On chilly, lonely nights like this, one should never walk alone. But Hotshot didn't really care or know about that, as his feet carried him through empty streets on his home planet of Cybertron. The darkness pressed upon all sides and almost made it a very stifling atmosphere for the yellow mech. He suddenly heard a crash and Hotshot stopped dead in his tracks, audios straining to find out where the source of the sound had come from.
Intakes sped up, as his spark pulsed rapidly in his chassis. 'What if someone's out there?' Hotshot thought, fear tainting his spark. He sucked in a deep breath through his intakes, trying to calm his spark and mind as the young mech repeated in his head, 'Its okay you're just being paranoid.' Hotshot began walking again, trying to tread as quietly as possible, although that was quite impossible since he was a hulking metal mech.
He quickly walked by the spot where the source of the noise had been, and hearing nothing let out a brief sigh of relief. He started walking at normal pace again, passing by yet another dark alleyway when suddenly Hotshot was dragged into that dark alley, his body colliding roughly with the metal wall with a resounding CLANG.
Wincing the mech tried to get away from his captor but the much larger, and stronger mech held him tightly against the wall. The shadowed mech pushed Hotshot against the wall even further then suddenly pressed a harsh kiss onto the younger mech's soft lips.
Fanged teeth bit at sensitive lip components as Hotshot let out muffled protests, all the while struggling against the large mech. Suddenly razor sharp claws slipped into the seams of Hotshot's armor, stroking the wiring roughly as Hotshot cried out into the night. His body heated up against his will, begging for release...for overload. "Uhhnn...S-Stop p-please!" Hotshot begged, as mewling moans began to issue forth from his mouth.
The large mech grinned in a wicked and feral way as he replied, "I think not, my dear
Hotshot." The yellow mech tensed at the sound of the voice, it was so familiar and it struck terror into his very spark. But he didn't have much time to dwell on that as the large mech dug his fingers deeper into the sensitive circuitry, pulling on the wires as Hotshot let out cries of agony and pleasure.
Hotshot tried to at least get his arms free and succeeded for a brief moment, until the larger mech grabbed them again and pinned them above his head. The smaller bot winced in pain, body heating rapidly as cooling fans whirred loudly, trying to expel the excess heat. The shadowed mech pressed another vicious kiss to Hotshot's lips, glossa forcefully parting the younger one’s lips.
Moans of desire unwillingly sprang forth as the shadowed mech dug his fingers into a
rather delicate set of wires in Hotshot's stomach. "Uhh...Primus..please..p-please!" Hotshot groaned, shame being replaced with lustful yearning as he pushed further into that hand. The large mech grinned cruelly again, withdrawing his hand causing the small Autobot to utter a whimper. A purple glossa licked his fingers as fangs glinted in the dim light.
Hotshot was trembling all over, his legs shaking and feeling as though they were made out of jelly. His body burned, steam hissing through every seam of his armor in its desperate attempt to escape. Lips were bruised and tingled, and Hotshot could taste his own energon blood in his mouth. The large mech was upon him again, fingers toying brutally with wires while the other hand found the yellow mech's port.
Hotshot gasped when he felt claws brush over his port, almost gently. He tensed up and
couldn't bite back the cry that spilled from his lips when the shadowed mech thrust three fingers into his port. "Ahh! AHH!" Hotshot screamed, as the fingers thrust roughly in and out of his port, stimulating wires in two different parts of his body. Pleasure was making his vision haze over, or were those tears?
He couldn't tell anymore as the agony and ecstasy mixed into one feeling as Hotshot thrust blindly into those fingers. Begging, wishing for this to be over. "Ooh! Uhhnnn...P-Please...Ahh!" Hotshot moaned loudly, throwing his head back as it clanged painfully against the wall.
He didn't care about that though, nothing mattered except for the feelings rushing through him at this moment. Growls were coming from the shadowed mech, groans of, "Yesss...that's right! Beg for it! Whimper like the little cowardly slag heap you are!"
Tears stung at Hotshot's eyes, but they were forgotten the moment his overload peeked. Blissful overload, that fried every single circuit in his body, making him forget temporarily that he had just been raped into one of the most intense overloads he had ever had.
The yellow mech could hear the larger mech's groans and hisses of pleasure as the other also achieved overload as well. When it passed extreme exhaustion took hold of Hotshot. He was dragged into another passionate and vicious kiss then thrown aside like an old rag doll.
Hotshot curled into himself, tears running down his soft white cheeks, staining them lilac. He felt dirty...tainted, used, and ashamed. "Fuck...what the hell Megatron?" Hotshot rasped out as he dropped into recharge, nightmares of leering red optics and a fanged grin haunting him all through the night.
End!
Pairing: Hotshot x Megatron
Beware The Dark
-------------
On chilly, lonely nights like this, one should never walk alone. But Hotshot didn't really care or know about that, as his feet carried him through empty streets on his home planet of Cybertron. The darkness pressed upon all sides and almost made it a very stifling atmosphere for the yellow mech. He suddenly heard a crash and Hotshot stopped dead in his tracks, audios straining to find out where the source of the sound had come from.
Intakes sped up, as his spark pulsed rapidly in his chassis. 'What if someone's out there?' Hotshot thought, fear tainting his spark. He sucked in a deep breath through his intakes, trying to calm his spark and mind as the young mech repeated in his head, 'Its okay you're just being paranoid.' Hotshot began walking again, trying to tread as quietly as possible, although that was quite impossible since he was a hulking metal mech.
He quickly walked by the spot where the source of the noise had been, and hearing nothing let out a brief sigh of relief. He started walking at normal pace again, passing by yet another dark alleyway when suddenly Hotshot was dragged into that dark alley, his body colliding roughly with the metal wall with a resounding CLANG.
Wincing the mech tried to get away from his captor but the much larger, and stronger mech held him tightly against the wall. The shadowed mech pushed Hotshot against the wall even further then suddenly pressed a harsh kiss onto the younger mech's soft lips.
Fanged teeth bit at sensitive lip components as Hotshot let out muffled protests, all the while struggling against the large mech. Suddenly razor sharp claws slipped into the seams of Hotshot's armor, stroking the wiring roughly as Hotshot cried out into the night. His body heated up against his will, begging for release...for overload. "Uhhnn...S-Stop p-please!" Hotshot begged, as mewling moans began to issue forth from his mouth.
The large mech grinned in a wicked and feral way as he replied, "I think not, my dear
Hotshot." The yellow mech tensed at the sound of the voice, it was so familiar and it struck terror into his very spark. But he didn't have much time to dwell on that as the large mech dug his fingers deeper into the sensitive circuitry, pulling on the wires as Hotshot let out cries of agony and pleasure.
Hotshot tried to at least get his arms free and succeeded for a brief moment, until the larger mech grabbed them again and pinned them above his head. The smaller bot winced in pain, body heating rapidly as cooling fans whirred loudly, trying to expel the excess heat. The shadowed mech pressed another vicious kiss to Hotshot's lips, glossa forcefully parting the younger one’s lips.
Moans of desire unwillingly sprang forth as the shadowed mech dug his fingers into a
rather delicate set of wires in Hotshot's stomach. "Uhh...Primus..please..p-please!" Hotshot groaned, shame being replaced with lustful yearning as he pushed further into that hand. The large mech grinned cruelly again, withdrawing his hand causing the small Autobot to utter a whimper. A purple glossa licked his fingers as fangs glinted in the dim light.
Hotshot was trembling all over, his legs shaking and feeling as though they were made out of jelly. His body burned, steam hissing through every seam of his armor in its desperate attempt to escape. Lips were bruised and tingled, and Hotshot could taste his own energon blood in his mouth. The large mech was upon him again, fingers toying brutally with wires while the other hand found the yellow mech's port.
Hotshot gasped when he felt claws brush over his port, almost gently. He tensed up and
couldn't bite back the cry that spilled from his lips when the shadowed mech thrust three fingers into his port. "Ahh! AHH!" Hotshot screamed, as the fingers thrust roughly in and out of his port, stimulating wires in two different parts of his body. Pleasure was making his vision haze over, or were those tears?
He couldn't tell anymore as the agony and ecstasy mixed into one feeling as Hotshot thrust blindly into those fingers. Begging, wishing for this to be over. "Ooh! Uhhnnn...P-Please...Ahh!" Hotshot moaned loudly, throwing his head back as it clanged painfully against the wall.
He didn't care about that though, nothing mattered except for the feelings rushing through him at this moment. Growls were coming from the shadowed mech, groans of, "Yesss...that's right! Beg for it! Whimper like the little cowardly slag heap you are!"
Tears stung at Hotshot's eyes, but they were forgotten the moment his overload peeked. Blissful overload, that fried every single circuit in his body, making him forget temporarily that he had just been raped into one of the most intense overloads he had ever had.
The yellow mech could hear the larger mech's groans and hisses of pleasure as the other also achieved overload as well. When it passed extreme exhaustion took hold of Hotshot. He was dragged into another passionate and vicious kiss then thrown aside like an old rag doll.
Hotshot curled into himself, tears running down his soft white cheeks, staining them lilac. He felt dirty...tainted, used, and ashamed. "Fuck...what the hell Megatron?" Hotshot rasped out as he dropped into recharge, nightmares of leering red optics and a fanged grin haunting him all through the night.
End!