A Chaotic Neutral

Title: Off the Market
Universe: IDW 2005, pre-canon
Characters: Drift, Original Character(s)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Sexual Harassment, First Times
Description: All of Gasket’s warnings and Drift still makes the biggest mistake of his functioning. He shouldn’t have taken the shortcut.

Commission for Anonymous.

Drift has lived on the streets long enough to know better.

But his tanks are full, there’s a few credchips in his subspace for use at the public washracks, and Gasket should be back tomorrow.

A tiny spark of optimism has to be the reason he makes such a stupid mistake in taking the narrow alley shortcut to shave ten minutes from his walk home.

Two mechs almost immediately show up behind him. Drift puts on a burst of speed, catching glimpses of white paint and accents of orange and black. His spark is a lump in his intake as he speeds for the exit, and skids to a halt when a third mech cuts him off.

Drift recognizes the visored, purple and black mech.

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Anamnesis
Chapter Seven

Hot Rod’s internal alarm wakes him long before anything else. He grumpily turns it off and snuggles back into Megs’ embrace, the planes and angles of his frame fitting perfectly against the other mech’s.

Wait.

Memory trickles back, a subtle reminder ping floating Megatron to his active queue. Not Megs, but Megatron. The mech he pulled from the Heap, who he’s been housing and caring for, is Megatron of Tarn, hero to so many across Cybertron.

It’s still unbelievable.

He’d be a fool to think that means his life isn’t going to change. His whole world is going to change.

Hot Rod isn’t necessarily upset by this. It’s not like he planned to work as a clinic assistant and scrap scrounger and occasional mine grunt forever. They were all means to an end, a way to survive in a city where a mech like him doesn’t have many options. He doesn’t have plans or dreams or aspirations.

Survival has been all the plan he can manage.

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Hot Rod onlines and for a moment, doesn’t remember where he is. There’s another frame in his berth, a much larger frame, which is weird because he doesn’t remember bringing someone home with him, or going out to find a date for that matter. He’s drooling on the chassis of said frame, of which he’s sprawled atop, with a heavy arm draped along his waist, keeping him in place.

A familiar field touches his own, warmly content, and his short term memory core realizes it has a job to do. Memories trickle to the forefront, and it takes all Hot Rod has to quiet his groan of embarrassment.

He can’t believe he’d been that forward. He can’t believe he’d invited himself into Megs’ berth, and then didn’t have the decency to leave. He can’t believe Megs didn’t kick him out.

Worst of all, he can’t believe he’s not more ashamed of himself.

He’s comfortable, more comfortable than he’s been in years. He half-shutters his optics and listens to Megs’ vents snuffle, the quiet ticks and clicks of his recharging frame. It’s more adorable than it has any right to be. He radiates heat, and each little puff reminds Hot Rod he’s not alone.

There’s trust in it, too. A mech’s gotta have a certain amount of trust to recharge with another person, and while Hot Rod has already decided he’s going to trust Megs, he’s giddy with delight that Megs has decided to trust him, too.

It wouldn’t be bad, to wake up like this everyday. To come home to this. To snuggle into Megs, tangling their fields, sharing heat, finishing a stupid romance datanovel together. To...

Slag.

Realization hits Hot Rod like a smack to the face because damn it, Hook warned him, and he’s gone and done it anyway. He’s gotten attached to Megs. He wants Megs to stick around. He doesn’t want anything to happen to Megs.

He doesn’t want Megs to leave.

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Title: Shameless
Universe: IDW, MTMTE/LL
Characters: Megatron/Rodimus
Rated: T
Description: Somehow, Megatron had managed to look past every single one of Rodimus’ character flaws and found a mech he wanted in his berth.

For yamiquietshadowflo, who gave me the prompt.

Megatron often wondered what it felt like to have so little shame. True, one could argue that he himself was hardly the best example of humility, but taking pride in one’s actions, or taking responsibility for them, was not the same as Rodimus’ complete and utter lack of propriety.

In short, Rodimus had no shame.

Now, this wasn’t news to Megatron.

It had been quite obvious from the moment he set foot on the Lost Light, and joined Rodimus in leadership of the crew that his co-captain had no shame. He was loud. He was impetuous. He stated what he wanted, when he wanted it, and he often held little regard for rules or regulations or pure common sense.

Somehow, Megatron had managed to look past every single one of those character flaws and find a mech he wanted in his berth.

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Rain or Shine
Part Ten

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Blurr asked, unable to hide the skepticism from his voice.

“Absolutely!” Tailgate declared as he picked up the stool, moved it, set it back down, and climbed up onto it, all to see Blurr over the counter. “It’ll be fun. Cyclonus said I needed to get out more, and Whirl likes it here, so I thought, why not?”

Why not indeed.

Blurr glanced to the end of the counter, where Cyclonus had taken up a seat which used to be Ricochet’s before he started actually earning his keep. The former Decepticon had a single cube of engex, and a preemptive glower for anyone who might think to speak crossly to his adorable not-quite-minibot partner.

Tailgate wasn’t the only bartender Blurr had hired, just the one who made him a little bit skeptical, but Whirl had asked, and Blurr had been unable to say no to Tailgate when he’d boldly strolled into New Maccadams and asked for a chance to prove himself.

“That’s good enough for me,” Blurr said. “But you know, if you need any help... “

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Rain or Shine
Part Eight

Bluestreak's message pinged Blurr's inbox right as his pacing route took him by the massive window in the main room. He paused to skim the contents, venting a sigh which mixed relief and lingering anger.

Ricochet had been with them. Ricochet was on his way home now.

"Blurr?"

He waved off Drift's concern and sank down into the couch, his lower back aching, and Rebound shifting restlessly within his tank.

"Ricochet's on his way back," Blurr said.

"Well, that's good." Drift sat down beside him, offering an energon cube which looked to have been warmed and spiced.

"Thanks." Blurr took it, and gave it a sip, though his tanks roiled with queasiness, and little flutters of an ache clenched his belly. He rubbed his rounded abdomen, hiding a cringe.

Rain or Shine
Part Six

"Mama, pick me up!"

Blurr sighed and bent down, swinging Echo up into his arms. He straightened with a hitch, lower back protesting, knees popping, the action a bit more strenuous than it used to be.

"You're getting a bit too big to be carried like this, bit," Blurr said as he tucked Echo on his hip and plunged back into the crowd, relieved they were only a block from his school.

And that Ricochet wasn't here to blow a gasket about Blurr picking Echo up. He was convinced it would cause a miscarriage.

"No, I'm not!"

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Title: For the Present
Universe: IDW Lost Light, Between the Lines
Characters: Megatron/Ratchet/Rung
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, BDSM Themes, Dom/Sub Themes, Threesome, Piercing, Needleplay, Bondage, Painplay, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Double Valve Penetration
Description: Ratchet has a desire, one Megatron agrees to satisfy -- with a little help from Rung.

Commission for Borath.


“I have a desire,” Ratchet said, out of nowhere, whilst they were lying in a post-interfacing haze, Megatron’s engine thrumming comfortably, and halfway to a doze.

In an instant, Megatron was fully awake.

“Oh?” He aimed for nonchalance though he suspected the spike of interest in his field betrayed him. “I’m listening.”

Ratchet sat up then, back braced against the wall, his gaze heated as he looked directly at Megatron. “I like to watch,” he said, his words almost rehearsed. “Specifically, I’d like to watch you in the hands of someone else.”

“Hm.”

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Title: Introductions All Around
Universe: In the Family Way
Characters: Drift, Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Bob
Rating: K+
Description: Rumors spread all too quickly aboard the Lost Light, so when Drift overheard something about Ratchet’s new sparklings, he knew he needed to find the truth out for himself.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“It’s true! I know what I fragging saw! Don’t call me an idiot.”

“Ratchet wouldn’t do that.”

Drift straightened, attention grabbed from his datanovel by the familiar designation. The table nearby held a group of mechs who’d been rowdy for most of the night, the steady flow of engex only making them louder and more boisterous.

Drift had, for the most part, tuned them out. Until now.

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Title: A Little Company
Universe: Transformers IDW The Lost Light
Characters: Rodimus, Rung
Rated: K+
Description: When Rodimus realizes Rung is as lonely as he is, Rodimus decides to do something about it.

Commission for Popodoki

Morale’s a little low, and it’s the responsibility of leadership to attend to such important matters. The crew is the spark of the ship, and without them, no captain and no mission would matter.

Rodimus, as the top tier leader of the Lost Light, knows that this is his time to shine. So he has Brainstorm whip up another batch of Rodimus Stars – earning one for his efforts – and sets out on a quest to distribute them to those most deserving, which is honestly every member of his crew as far as he’s concerned.

He presents them with a flourish, one by one, to each member of the crew he encounters in the hall: Expert Marksmanship to Atomizer, Best at Hiding in Vents to Skids, Brave Enough to Take Risks to Jackpot, and Expert Listener to Rung.

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