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dracoqueen22Title: Uncharted Territory
Universe: Transformers AR, Flights of Fancy AU
Characters: Blurr/Starscream, Original Human Character(s), Sari Sumdac, Miko Nakadai, Ratchet, Megatron, Rodimus, Red Alert, Others
Rated: M
Enticements: Sexual Content, Harpy/Human Sexual Content
Summary: There were a lot of things Blurr knew with great certainty: his path, his future, his happiness. Then Starscream swooped into his life and turned everything upside down in the best possible way.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Ugh.”
Blurr put his head between his knees and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to stop the world from spinning. He tasted bitter on the back of his tongue, and his stomach protested mightily.
Starscream rubbed his back. “And what did we learn?” he asked.
“Harpy wine is bad for humans,” Blurr groaned. He tried to breathe deeply, but his body wasn’t having it.
“I think it was less the wine and more the fact you kept stuffing your face,” Starscream said with a chuckle. His strokes softened, to the perfect rhythm to soothe the roil in Blurr’s belly.
Blurr sighed. “Please don’t talk about food.”
Starscream’s amusement washed over him. Blurr tried to concentrate on him, and the noise around him, rather than the disquiet rumbling through his body. He didn’t particularly want to vomit in the main foyer of the Aerie. He didn’t want to be that tourist.
Clean up was underway. The hustle and the bustle floated to Blurr’s ears as furniture was disassembled and put away, food was cleared, decorations were removed, and harpies moved on to their usual duties. The Gatherers had already gone out for the day -- Blurr heard the party meet then leave.
“I should be helping,” Blurr mumbled.
“Yes. But you can next time. This one serves as a learning experience,” rumbled a voice, and Blurr was glad he couldn’t seem to lift his head. He didn’t want to see the judgment in Megatron’s eyes.
“Yes, sir,” Blurr said. Shame heated his cheeks.
Starscream patted him gently on the back. “Ignore him. He’s upset because his own partner is equally under the weather for the same reason.” He leaned in closer. “Plus he’s a little hungover himself.”
“I am not,” Megatron replied, indignant, but he must not have intended to argue more, because he wandered away, leaving Blurr to his misery and Starscream chaperoning him.
“I feel like death,” Blurr groaned.
“You’ll live.” Starscream pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Think you can hold it together long enough for me to carry you to our room?”
Blurr swallowed past the bitter at the back of his throat. The world didn’t feel as shaky beneath him as it did when he first woke up. He didn’t know if walking was within his wheelhouse, but if Starscream did all the work, maybe he could manage.
“I apologize in advance if I throw up on you,” Blurr said by way of answer.
Starscream was careful in his handling, however, and while the world tossed beneath Blurr, he held to his composure while Starscream carried him up to their nest. It helped to squeeze his eyes shut and bury his face against Starscream’s chest.
“I should have thought about how a human might react to the wine,” Starscream mused aloud as he tucked Blurr into the nest after divesting him of his sweat-sticky clothes. He produced a bottle from heaven only knew where, and screwed off the cap for Blurr. “Here. Drink some of this.”
Blurr, cradled by pillows and blankets, sighed and obeyed. The water was lukewarm, but it helped wash the acrid taste from his mouth. “I’ll be fine after I sleep it off.” He thought longingly of the bottle of Pepto in his mini-fridge. Next time he came to visit, he’d bring a sleepover kit.
Starscream sat beside him, gently carding his talontips through Blurr’s hair. “I should go help with the clean up. Will you be alright without me?”
“It’s sweet you think I’ve never dealt with a hangover before.” Blurr managed a tired chuckle and grabbed Starscream’s hand, pulling it close to press a kiss to his palm. “I’ll be fine. Go earn our keep.”
Starscream bent down and brushed a kiss over his forehead. “I’ll come and check on you in a bit. I think they’re making porridge in the kitchen. I’ll bring you some.”
“Blergh. Don’t talk to me about food.”
Starscream laughed quietly and heaved himself out of the bed, but not before tucking the blankets more firmly around Blurr, like he was seriously sick and not suffering from overindulgence.
“Don’t throw up in my bed,” Starscream warned, and then he was gone in a swish of tailfeathers and door-curtain.
“Pfft. It’s my bed, too,” Blurr muttered, and pulled a blanket over his head, diving gamely back into sleep in the hopes that his stomach would stop churning.
So he slept.
And he slept.
And he slept some more.
It was maybe mid-afternoon when Blurr surfaced, muzzy but far less nauseated, and feeling more human. He drank the bottle of water, dragged himself out of the nest, and devoured a couple of the apples in Starscream’s pantry-basket -- green apples, he’d heard they were good for nausea.
It took him a few minutes to realize he was still naked, and it didn’t bother him. He sat, buck-naked, on one of Starscream’s stools, with a breeze coming from Primus knew where to tickle his bare skin, and he didn’t feel the urge to grab the nearest blanket and hide.
Huh.
Not that casual nudity had bothered him before. He was accustomed to being naked around people. He undressed in a locker room with a bunch of other dudes all the time, which was a special kind of torture for a bisexual man surrounded by a dozen of his Type™. Blurr didn’t look, because he wasn’t that crass, but it was a torturous temptation.
Blurr absently munched on the apple and explored Starscream’s nest for the first time, wearing nothing more than the necklace Starscream had given him last night. There were a lot of interesting things here, including the other half of the geode he’d gifted Starscream, resting on top of the glittery bag Blurr had presented it in.
The shelves were packed with various items, and one of them held books -- Blurr recognized more than a few titles, and all of them had the sticker which identified their origin. They all belonged to the library. Well, except for one.
Curious, Blurr pulled it down, flipping to the first page, the table of contents. Huh. It was hand-written, carefully inked by a somewhat-unsteady hand, and translated by… Perceptor? Wow. This was a book about harpies written by a harpy.
What a treasure.
Blurr grabbed another piece of fruit from the dish and took his prize back to the nest, cozying in among blankets and pillows. There was a lot he still didn’t understand, sometimes, Starscream was coy in his explanations. If Starscream could go off on his own to learn about humans, the least Blurr could do was read up on harpies.
It was only fair.
He gobbled the fruit and got comfortable, piling up the pillows beneath his chest and resting the heavy book on another pillow. He stretched out on his belly and idly flipped the pages so he wouldn’t have to crane his neck to read it. Starscream would come back eventually, he was sure.
Blurr read.
Or well, he tried to. It was fully his intention to read. He was sure he’d gotten through at least the first chapter. Maybe the second one.
But the bed was comfortable, reading was boring, and the hangover lurked at the back of his mind, reminding him of the very bad decision he’d made last night.
He fell asleep.
He woke to the soft brush of feathers against the back of his upper thighs, and the jostling of the nest around him.
“I was reading!” Blurr blurted out as he snapped awake, one hand slapping absently at the page the book was open to. He’d been wrong. He’d only just made it into the second chapter.
Starscream chuckled and the heat of him blanketed Blurr’s legs, feathers tickling his bare skin. “Were you now?”
“I swear,” Blurr said, amusement curving his lips. He pushed himself to his elbows and peered over his shoulder, to see Starscream staring intently at his bare back. “Did Perceptor really write it?”
“He oversaw the translation, but that’s as far as I know.” Starscream’s feathers tickled the back of his knee. He palmed Blurr’s ass. “You’d have to ask him if you want to know more.”
Blurr groaned. “No, thanks. He’s nice enough to talk to, but getting him to explain anything is asking for a headache.” He wriggled a bit in the covers, trying to entice Starscream to do more than stare. “He doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘enough’. And Drift doesn’t stop him either. Just moons at him as he drones on and on.”
“They are rather cute,” Starscream said.
Blurr squirmed. “Sickening, too,” he grumbled. “Are they always like that?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Starscream sounded incredibly amused, and the pillows shifted again before Blurr felt a hot, wet exhale over his shoulderblade. His skin prickled. “Mmm. I missed you.”
Blurr swallowed thickly. “It was only a few hours.” His skin rose in goosebumps, however, anticipation drizzling like a small spark through his veins.
“Seemed like longer.” Starscream’s lips traveled down his spine, achingly slow, feathers tickling and little kisses making Blurr squirm. “You smell good.”
“I smell like I’ve been marinating in my own drunken sweat all night.” Blurr clutched the pillows tighter as his pounding pulse started to centralize in his groin.
Starscream chuckled. “You’re so contrary.” He kissed the base of Blurr’s spine and nuzzled it with his lips. “Hungry?”
“For food?” Because he was kind of getting the feeling that Starscream came here with a different kind of hunger. Not that Blurr was complaining at all.
Lips dragged over the curve of his ass, and Blurr shivered. It was too heavy to be ticklish, but too soft to be anything less than a caress. Anticipation tightened inside of him, his thickening dick prodding into the pillow beneath his groin.
“Yes,” Starscream said, and the puff of his words made Blurr’s skin goosepimple.
He swallowed, mouth growing dry with want. “What, um, what did you have in mind?”
Feathers tickled the back of his upper thighs and the bare skin of his ass and lower back. Starscream licked the curve of one of his ass cheeks.
And then Starscream bit him.
Blurr yelped, startled, and would have whipped over on his back were it not for the harpy hands suddenly cradling his hips, and he’d learned to not be too quick around those.
“What was that for!” he demanded, his ass stinging where the impression of teeth lingered, though it was even now being soothed away by the wet sweeps of a somewhat rough tongue.
“I enjoy your behind,” Starscream said, amused. “It’s so plump and soft. Like a very ripe peach.” His teeth grazed over the curve of the other cheek, the one not marked by his teeth.
Blurr shivered, and tried to hold on to his irritation. “That doesn’t mean you should bite it,” he gritted out.
Starscream chuckled, lips and teeth scraping over Blurr’s unmarked ass cheek, but luckily, he didn’t bite again. “Why not?”
“Because it hurts!”
Starscream tugged just a little, lifting Blurr’s hips away from the pillow nest by a few inches, even as his mouth continued the exploratory nipping. “Are you sure?” he purred before his hands slid down, curling ever so carefully around Blurr’s upper thighs. “Because from where I’m kneeling, you don’t look to be in much pain.”
Blurr groaned as his dick stood at attention, dripping head grinding against the pillows beneath him, and starting to throb. “That’s not the point.”
“You don’t mind when I bite you elsewhere.”
“Those don’t really count as bites. They’re more like nips.”
“Oh, I see.” Lips grazed over Blurr’s right ass cheek before he felt the gentle nip of sharp teeth, followed by the pressure of a bite, but not the sting. “Perhaps this then?”
Blurr resisted the urge to hump the pillow. “Sure,” he croaked. “That’s, um, that’s fine.”
“Good.” Starscream’s purr ghosted wet warmth over Blurr’s bare skin. His tongue swept a hot line up and up, back to the base of Blurr’s spine, before his mouth continued upward, tracking along his back. “Mmm. I just want to mark you all over.”
A hot flush of arousal flooded Blurr. “I can’t go back to classes covered in bites.”
“You wear clothes. No one will notice.” Lips and teeth were back on his shoulders, ever moving, until Blurr felt the pressure of Starscream’s mouth on the back of his neck.
Blurr groaned, his forehead hitting the pillow, hips bucking back toward the feathery heat of Starscream’s body. “Primus, Starscream. Will you just fuck me already?”
Starscream chuckled, his tongue soothing the imprints of his teeth in the back of Blurr’s neck. His hands still cradled Blurr’s hips, but now he felt the hot press of Starscream’s length against his thighs, along with the wet smear of pre-come. Blurr’s insides clenched, remembering all too well the pleasure of Starscream inside him.
“So impatient.” Starscream nuzzled into the hollow of his neck and shoulders, lips leaving a tickling path of heat. “Why can’t I simply enjoy you first?” His hips rolled, clava sliding between Blurr’s upper thighs and further upward, until the head of it brushed beneath his groin, into the hollow behind his balls.
“You’re just being a tease!”
“Never.” Starscream rocked his hips again, thrusting between Blurr’s thighs in a steady rhythm, his clava rubbing over Blurr’s balls and occasionally catching on his rim before sliding away again.
It was maddening.
Blurr clawed at the bedding with one hand and wriggled the other free, trying to get it between himself and the pillow. His dick demanded attention, and Primus, he loved Star, but harpy hands weren’t made for the good stroking.
“You’re so squirmy,” Starscream purred into his ear, teeth nipping the curve of it.
“Your fault,” Blurr gasped out and moaned as he finally managed to wrap his hand around himself, giving his dick a long pull.
It didn’t last long.
No sooner had he obtained the perfect grip, then did his world turn upside down. He had a moment to blink and wonder ‘what the fuck’ before his ass hit the pillows, and Starscream crawled over him, lips tracking a searing path up Blurr’s belly. His legs splayed wide over Starscream’s thighs, his arms a feathery cage around Blurr’s body, and there was something distinctly predatory in the way Starscream licked at him.
“What’s gotten into you?” Blurr demanded, even as he shivered, his thighs tightening around Starscream.
“Missed you,” Starscream said, as though that was explanation enough, and his lips found Blurr’s right nipple, giving it a long lick followed by a suck.
Blurr moaned and grabbed at Starscream’s arms, his back arching. That explanation was not enough, but he’d let it go for now.
“So you drive me crazy?” Blurr asked, on the end of a gasp. He rolled up against Starscream, trying to be enticing. “Come on. Stop being a tease.”
Starscream suckled noisily on his nipple before letting it go with an audible sound. “Can’t help myself. I walked in here and you looked like something I needed to taste.” He shifted, rising a little higher, until his lips hovered over Blurr’s own. “So really, it’s your fault.”
Blurr’s retort was muffled by Starscream’s mouth, not that he minded, given the way Starscream’s tongue plunged into his mouth, and the hungry noises Starscream made. Feathers slid silkily over his bare skin as Starscream settled over him, the backs of his knuckles sliding down the outside of his legs, his clava rolling against Blurr’s dick.
Mmm. This was nice, too.
Blurr carded his fingers through the feathers on Starscream’s belly and sides, deepening the kiss, giving as good as he got. It was still kind of weird, to feel feathers where there should be bare skin, but he stopped trying to think about it too much.
He liked Starscream. A lot. It didn’t matter that he was a harpy. He didn’t care if anyone judged him either. Frag, if he could help it, he’d stay here forever.
He hooked his ankles over Starscream’s thighs and slid his hands down, until he could wrap his fingers around both their lengths. He pressed his dick to Starscream’s clava and shivered in tune with the harpy. Heat throbbed in his grip, even more when he rolled his hips and Starscream met his thrust in kind.
Starscream’s mouth fell away, but only because he wanted to nose into Blurr’s throat, teeth and tongue making little nips. Now this biting Blurr liked. He tipped his head back, baring more of his throat to the harpy’s nibbling. He was going to be so marked up by the time he went back.
He didn’t care.
Starscream dropped his thighs and braced himself on the pillows to either side of Blurr, shifting the angle so that he could rock down, thrust his clava into Blurr’s grip. The rhythm was slow and steady, a bit awkward even, but damn did it feel good. Blurr swept his fingers over their dicks, gathering up precome, making it even slicker.
They were so different: Blurr pale and smooth, foreskin slipping and sliding, cock fat and angry red on the tip. While Starscream was long and thin, firmer to the touch, little knobs and whorls allowing texture, bright red and blue a contrast to pale skin.
But the feeling was the same. Arousal pounded harder through Blurr, twisted and turned in his belly, with every nip of Starscream’s teeth and every thrust against him.
He wished, in that moment, that he was a harpy, if only so Starscream could slide into him with abandon, without having to be so careful and shallow. He wanted to see Starscream really let go, to be filled entirely.
Of course the longer life span and the knowledge that he wouldn’t have to leave Starscream behind would be fantastic, too.
“You’re thinking too much,” Starscream murmured against his throat before his lips dragged back up, brushing over Blurr’s.
Blurr chuckled and nuzzled his nose against Starscream’s firmer one. “Well, maybe that’s because you’re not being distracting enough.” He squeezed their lengths pointedly, making Starscream hiss and grind down against him. “Your fault for being such a tease.”
“I am not a tease,” Starscream said and nipped the end of his nose. “And I’ll prove it.”
Blurr blinked as Starscream abruptly rose up, shifting around again, as if he were internally restless. As he pulled back, Blurr lost his grip, but it seemed that was what Starscream wanted, because he dropped Blurr’s legs and moved to straddle him instead.
Arousal shot like fire straight into Blurr’s belly as Starscream tossed him a wicked grin and ground down, rubbing the damp of his antrum over the hard heat of Blurr’s dick. The sweetness of his slick filled the air, and Blurr’s mouth watered. His hands found Starscream’s hips, fingers carding through soft feathers, as Starscream sank down, swallowing Blurr’s dick with the squeezing slick of his antrum.
Blurr groaned, his grip tightening, as sparks of pleasure danced behind his eyes. There was nothing quite like the feel of Starscream around him. So hot and dripping, rippling in a pattern that was wholly unlike being with a human, male or female. It was like Starscream had all of these extra muscles within him, and absolute control over him, too.
Blurr could fill Starscream to the root and never bottom out. He could thrust hard and deep, and never once worry about hurting the harpy. More than that, was the bliss that streaked across Starscream’s face, the way he licked his lips, nibbled on them. The little cries and warbles he made in his throat, the way he rocked his hips and ground down on Blurr.
He tipped forward, rocking his hips, arms caging around Blurr again, pressing his forehead to Blurr’s. “See?” he panted, exhalations sweet where they puffed over Blurr’s face. “Not a tease.”
A rumble vibrated in Blurr’s chest. “Kiss me,” he demanded, and Starscream obliged, his mouth falling over Blurr’s, long, long tongue sliding in to sweep and lay claim, even as he rolled his hips. The tip of his clava caught against Blurr’s abdomen, a firm, damp push and prod that left streaks of precome.
Blurr moaned into the kiss, Starscream’s antrum rippling around him, every squeeze tightening the coil of pleasure inside of him. Another warble rose in Starscream’s throat as he ground down harder and harder, his rhythm stuttered and desperate, his claws rending tiny tears in the pillows.
Primus, he was gorgeous. Blurr wanted to keep him forever.
If only. If only.
He didn’t know which of them came first. He didn’t know if it was the rapid fluttering grip of Starscream’s antrum that pulled him over, or if it was the splatter of his own come that triggered Starscream’s release. He only knew the starbursts behind his eyelids, the nip of Starscream’s teeth on his lips, the whimper of pleasure that rose up out of Starscream’s throat, and the hot splatter of release on Blurr’s abdomen.
He hummed in his throat, hands sliding from Starscream’s hip to the harpy’s body, tugging Starscream close, deepening the kiss. Feathers tickled at his bare skin, even as Starscream’s weight rested on him, his softening dick still buried deep, Starscream’s antrum fluttering warmly around it.
Starscream, he belatedly noticed, was still hard, and the rocking of his hips had not stopped. The kiss remained urgent, as did the noises in his throat.
Blurr’s dick twitched. But it was going to take him a bit longer to be of any use to Starscream. He slid his hands back to the harpy’s hips and gave them a squeeze, even as Starscream broke away from the kiss to nibble his way back to Blurr’s throat. He panted audibly, knees squeezing in on Blurr’s hips, as though he could make Blurr hard by willpower alone.
Something was definitely up. Starscream wasn’t usually this quick on the rebound. It was like he hadn’t come at all.
“Star.” Blurr squeezed his hips again, bucking upward, pulling a moan from his lover’s lips. “Star, let me up.”
“Not done with you yet,” Starscream said against his throat, teeth leaving little nips that no amount of clothing could hide. Blurr was not going to wear a turtleneck in early summer.
“I noticed.” Blurr tried for a wry grin, but it devolved into a shiver as Starscream exhaled into the hollow of his throat, and licked over a pulsepoint. “Let me up anyway. I think the pillows are trying to swallow me.”
Starscream chuckled and nipped at the hollow of his throat one last time before he pulled back, his face flush and his eyes bright. “Am I smothering you?”
“That and I really, really want to put my mouth on you right now,” Blurr said, letting his fingers enunciate his point as he slid one hand over Starscream’s groin and curled his fingers around his very rigid clava.
Starscream’s eyelids fluttered, his hips pushing into the tunnel of Blurr’s fist. “I’m inclined to let you.”
He leaned down, kissed Blurr again, soft and savoring, before he clung to Blurr and rolled them, feathers and pillows flying everywhere as the world spun around Blurr. He yelped and clutched Starscream, who really had to break this habit of tossing Blurr around like he weighed nothing. So what if Starscream was bigger and stronger? So what?
He ended up where he wanted to be, on top of Starscream, his pretty harpy splayed in the pillows beneath him, feathers all fluffed and shiny. Starscream’s tongue swept over his lips, the back of his knuckles sliding down Blurr’s bare back.
“Better?” he asked with a purr.
Blurr grinned and shimmied down Starscream’s body, until he knelt between the harpy’s legs and curled his arms under Starscream’s thighs. “You tell me,” he said before he leaned forward, exhaling over the tip of Starscream’s clava, where a bead of pre-fluid glistened invitingly.
A hand gently curved around his head, feathers tickling his back. “Please,” Starscream said, his voice urgent, desperate even.
How could he resist such a plea?
Blurr licked Starscream, first at the root then up to the tip, his tongue slurping the dribbles of pre-come from Starscream’s clava. Starscream’s feathers rustled in a shiver, his eyes going dark and liquid with want.
“More,” Starscream moaned, and Blurr closed his mouth around the head of Starscream’s clava, the sweet taste of his pre-come clinging stickily to Blurr’s tongue.
Starscream was already rigid, his clava throbbing desperately, as if he’d been clinging to the edge of orgasm with tenacious talons. It wasn’t going to take much. The pressure on the back of Blurr’s head never changed, but he swallowed more of Starscream down anyway, lips and tongue working his harpy as best he could.
He swallowed and swallowed, throat working, tongue stroking, and Blurr shifted enough, sliding two fingers into Starscream’s antrum, curving them to stroke the hot pleats of it. Starscream made a delicious strangled sound, his body rising in a wave beneath Blurr, a warble spilling from his throat.
“Blurr,” he moaned, and said something else, something in that musical language of the harpies, his hips jerking up into a stuttered thrust. It was, perhaps, a warning.
Well, let it not be said Blurr was one to waste a meal.
He swallowed Starscream as deep as he could, then dragged his mouth up in a pull of tight, wet suction, and was rewarded with several splashes of sweet, sticky spill. Starscream shattered beneath him, squirming and thrusting in little jerks, his clava pulsing over and over, each spurt lighter than the last, until Blurr had a large mouthful.
He swallowed and climbed up Starscream, the harpy absently pawing at him, their mouths falling together in a sloppy wet kiss. Starscream hummed and the palms of his hands were everywhere, sliding over Blurr’s skin like he couldn’t get enough. Which, you know, wasn’t a bad thing, but it was pretty weird.
It made Blurr remember the celebration last night, the weird sense of hunger in the air, the way the harpies had been rather overt in their PDA.
Something was Up.
The kiss eased off and settled into a snuggle, though Blurr’s stomach chose that moment to growl at the fact he’d only had a handful of apples for a meal and not eaten since the night before. Starscream laughed and kissed the tip of his nose.
“I actually did bring you some real food,” he said as he crawled out of the nest but only long enough to grab something and return.
Delicious smells floated from a basket, and when Blurr tried to peer into it, Starscream shielded it from view.
“Nope. It’s a surprise.”
Blurr rolled his eyes but let Starscream have his fun, pulling Blurr into his lap, sitting his back against Starscream’s chest, Starscream’s forming a comfy, feathery blanket around him. He seemed to want that bare skin contact.
“So,” Blurr said. “Does that mean you’re gonna tell me what’s up now? Or am I going to have to torture it out of you?”
Starscream pulled something out of the basket and pressed it to Blurr’s lips -- a berry of some kind. “I’m impressed you noticed.” He stroked the back of his knuckles over Blurr’s cheek. “The Festival of Adaptus precedes mating season for us. I’m not in heat yet, but I will be. Soon.”
“Heat?” Blurr’s brow furrowed as the pieces fell into place. Well, at least the sexual aggression made sense. Starscream was horny on a biological level. “You mean, you could get pregnant now?”
“Not now, but in the next couple of days, yes. Provided I mated with another harpy and I was the recipient.” Starscream’s hand withdrew, only to return with a sliver of some kind of melon. “I will be in heat for around two weeks.”
Blurr nibbled the melon thoughtfully. “Oh.”
“Which is why you’re going back tomorrow,” Starscream continued, his tone light, but something guarded in it. “The entire flock will go into heat at once, though some before others, and I don’t know that you’ll be safe. You are not built to withstand a heat-rut.”
“What?” Blurr twisted himself around so he could see Starscream’s face. “I have to leave?”
Starscream nodded and stroked his cheek again. “For your own safety, yes. Instinct can be a powerful thing. Besides, you have to return eventually. Don’t you have classes?”
“Yeah, but...” None he really cared about. He’d already missed several days plus a couple practices for track. It wasn’t like he could get into any more trouble.
Blurr sighed and sank back into Starscream’s embrace. “If I go, and you stay here, does that mean you’re going to, you know, with someone else?” Did he even that right to be jealous? Did he have a right to demand exclusivity?
Starscream chuckled. “No. Having a partner isn’t required for a heat. If anything, my heat will end sooner without a partner. It will be uncomfortable, but I’ll survive.”
He pillowed his head on Starscream’s shoulder and accepted the next sliver of melon. He had to be the better person here, he knew it.
He was glad he couldn’t see Starscream’s face, and vice versa, in their current positioning.
“You don’t have to hold back for my sake,” he said, though Primus, it killed him. He wanted Starscream to be his and only his. “If there’s someone you want to… you know, do that with, you should.”
Starscream purred and nuzzled Blurr from behind, the pads of his fingers stroking over Blurr’s throat. “Don’t worry. I don’t want anyone else.”
“That’s not the point! I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“And I appreciate that, but I’ll be fine.” A rumble echoed in Starscream’s chest, as the fingers of his free hand delicately carded through Blurr’s hair, the tips of his talons gently scratching his scalp in a way that often made Blurr purr.
Blurr bit back a sigh. “And you’re sure I can’t stay?”
“I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. Trust me. This is for the best,” Starscream said and gently scratched his scalp some more, talons exceptionally careful as he combed through Blurr’s hair.
“If you insist,” Blurr murmured, unable to shake the feeling he was a child being sent to his room while the adults dealt with adult issues.
He nibbled on his bottom lip and focused on the sensation of Starscream stroking his head instead, while the taste of sweet berries lingered on his tongue. Come to think of it, Starscream was unusually warm behind him, and as he wiggled his ass, he found Starscream aroused once again, though his clava wasn’t quite at full staff.
“Insatiable, huh?” he asked, a little grin curving his lips.
“And just think, it’ll be much worse in a few days.” Humor was ripe in Starscream’s tone. “Ignore it. It’ll pass.”
Blurr licked his lips and dragged his fingertips up the length of Starscream’s clava. “What if I don’t want to ignore it?” he asked as he reached the tip and gave it a light pinch. “What if I want to enjoy it for as long as I can?”
Starscream warbled in his throat. “Well, then, don’t let me stop you,” he purred, and nuzzled the top of Blurr’s head, his talons carefully dragging down to Blurr’s neck, tickling his bare skin.
Blurr shivered. The care Starscream exerted with him was intoxicating. He stroked Starscream lightly, and licked his lips.
He intended to make as much of tonight as he could.
Luckily, Starscream didn’t seem to mind.
***
Universe: Transformers AR, Flights of Fancy AU
Characters: Blurr/Starscream, Original Human Character(s), Sari Sumdac, Miko Nakadai, Ratchet, Megatron, Rodimus, Red Alert, Others
Rated: M
Enticements: Sexual Content, Harpy/Human Sexual Content
Summary: There were a lot of things Blurr knew with great certainty: his path, his future, his happiness. Then Starscream swooped into his life and turned everything upside down in the best possible way.
“Ugh.”
Blurr put his head between his knees and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to stop the world from spinning. He tasted bitter on the back of his tongue, and his stomach protested mightily.
Starscream rubbed his back. “And what did we learn?” he asked.
“Harpy wine is bad for humans,” Blurr groaned. He tried to breathe deeply, but his body wasn’t having it.
“I think it was less the wine and more the fact you kept stuffing your face,” Starscream said with a chuckle. His strokes softened, to the perfect rhythm to soothe the roil in Blurr’s belly.
Blurr sighed. “Please don’t talk about food.”
Starscream’s amusement washed over him. Blurr tried to concentrate on him, and the noise around him, rather than the disquiet rumbling through his body. He didn’t particularly want to vomit in the main foyer of the Aerie. He didn’t want to be that tourist.
Clean up was underway. The hustle and the bustle floated to Blurr’s ears as furniture was disassembled and put away, food was cleared, decorations were removed, and harpies moved on to their usual duties. The Gatherers had already gone out for the day -- Blurr heard the party meet then leave.
“I should be helping,” Blurr mumbled.
“Yes. But you can next time. This one serves as a learning experience,” rumbled a voice, and Blurr was glad he couldn’t seem to lift his head. He didn’t want to see the judgment in Megatron’s eyes.
“Yes, sir,” Blurr said. Shame heated his cheeks.
Starscream patted him gently on the back. “Ignore him. He’s upset because his own partner is equally under the weather for the same reason.” He leaned in closer. “Plus he’s a little hungover himself.”
“I am not,” Megatron replied, indignant, but he must not have intended to argue more, because he wandered away, leaving Blurr to his misery and Starscream chaperoning him.
“I feel like death,” Blurr groaned.
“You’ll live.” Starscream pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Think you can hold it together long enough for me to carry you to our room?”
Blurr swallowed past the bitter at the back of his throat. The world didn’t feel as shaky beneath him as it did when he first woke up. He didn’t know if walking was within his wheelhouse, but if Starscream did all the work, maybe he could manage.
“I apologize in advance if I throw up on you,” Blurr said by way of answer.
Starscream was careful in his handling, however, and while the world tossed beneath Blurr, he held to his composure while Starscream carried him up to their nest. It helped to squeeze his eyes shut and bury his face against Starscream’s chest.
“I should have thought about how a human might react to the wine,” Starscream mused aloud as he tucked Blurr into the nest after divesting him of his sweat-sticky clothes. He produced a bottle from heaven only knew where, and screwed off the cap for Blurr. “Here. Drink some of this.”
Blurr, cradled by pillows and blankets, sighed and obeyed. The water was lukewarm, but it helped wash the acrid taste from his mouth. “I’ll be fine after I sleep it off.” He thought longingly of the bottle of Pepto in his mini-fridge. Next time he came to visit, he’d bring a sleepover kit.
Starscream sat beside him, gently carding his talontips through Blurr’s hair. “I should go help with the clean up. Will you be alright without me?”
“It’s sweet you think I’ve never dealt with a hangover before.” Blurr managed a tired chuckle and grabbed Starscream’s hand, pulling it close to press a kiss to his palm. “I’ll be fine. Go earn our keep.”
Starscream bent down and brushed a kiss over his forehead. “I’ll come and check on you in a bit. I think they’re making porridge in the kitchen. I’ll bring you some.”
“Blergh. Don’t talk to me about food.”
Starscream laughed quietly and heaved himself out of the bed, but not before tucking the blankets more firmly around Blurr, like he was seriously sick and not suffering from overindulgence.
“Don’t throw up in my bed,” Starscream warned, and then he was gone in a swish of tailfeathers and door-curtain.
“Pfft. It’s my bed, too,” Blurr muttered, and pulled a blanket over his head, diving gamely back into sleep in the hopes that his stomach would stop churning.
So he slept.
And he slept.
And he slept some more.
It was maybe mid-afternoon when Blurr surfaced, muzzy but far less nauseated, and feeling more human. He drank the bottle of water, dragged himself out of the nest, and devoured a couple of the apples in Starscream’s pantry-basket -- green apples, he’d heard they were good for nausea.
It took him a few minutes to realize he was still naked, and it didn’t bother him. He sat, buck-naked, on one of Starscream’s stools, with a breeze coming from Primus knew where to tickle his bare skin, and he didn’t feel the urge to grab the nearest blanket and hide.
Huh.
Not that casual nudity had bothered him before. He was accustomed to being naked around people. He undressed in a locker room with a bunch of other dudes all the time, which was a special kind of torture for a bisexual man surrounded by a dozen of his Type™. Blurr didn’t look, because he wasn’t that crass, but it was a torturous temptation.
Blurr absently munched on the apple and explored Starscream’s nest for the first time, wearing nothing more than the necklace Starscream had given him last night. There were a lot of interesting things here, including the other half of the geode he’d gifted Starscream, resting on top of the glittery bag Blurr had presented it in.
The shelves were packed with various items, and one of them held books -- Blurr recognized more than a few titles, and all of them had the sticker which identified their origin. They all belonged to the library. Well, except for one.
Curious, Blurr pulled it down, flipping to the first page, the table of contents. Huh. It was hand-written, carefully inked by a somewhat-unsteady hand, and translated by… Perceptor? Wow. This was a book about harpies written by a harpy.
What a treasure.
Blurr grabbed another piece of fruit from the dish and took his prize back to the nest, cozying in among blankets and pillows. There was a lot he still didn’t understand, sometimes, Starscream was coy in his explanations. If Starscream could go off on his own to learn about humans, the least Blurr could do was read up on harpies.
It was only fair.
He gobbled the fruit and got comfortable, piling up the pillows beneath his chest and resting the heavy book on another pillow. He stretched out on his belly and idly flipped the pages so he wouldn’t have to crane his neck to read it. Starscream would come back eventually, he was sure.
Blurr read.
Or well, he tried to. It was fully his intention to read. He was sure he’d gotten through at least the first chapter. Maybe the second one.
But the bed was comfortable, reading was boring, and the hangover lurked at the back of his mind, reminding him of the very bad decision he’d made last night.
He fell asleep.
He woke to the soft brush of feathers against the back of his upper thighs, and the jostling of the nest around him.
“I was reading!” Blurr blurted out as he snapped awake, one hand slapping absently at the page the book was open to. He’d been wrong. He’d only just made it into the second chapter.
Starscream chuckled and the heat of him blanketed Blurr’s legs, feathers tickling his bare skin. “Were you now?”
“I swear,” Blurr said, amusement curving his lips. He pushed himself to his elbows and peered over his shoulder, to see Starscream staring intently at his bare back. “Did Perceptor really write it?”
“He oversaw the translation, but that’s as far as I know.” Starscream’s feathers tickled the back of his knee. He palmed Blurr’s ass. “You’d have to ask him if you want to know more.”
Blurr groaned. “No, thanks. He’s nice enough to talk to, but getting him to explain anything is asking for a headache.” He wriggled a bit in the covers, trying to entice Starscream to do more than stare. “He doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘enough’. And Drift doesn’t stop him either. Just moons at him as he drones on and on.”
“They are rather cute,” Starscream said.
Blurr squirmed. “Sickening, too,” he grumbled. “Are they always like that?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Starscream sounded incredibly amused, and the pillows shifted again before Blurr felt a hot, wet exhale over his shoulderblade. His skin prickled. “Mmm. I missed you.”
Blurr swallowed thickly. “It was only a few hours.” His skin rose in goosebumps, however, anticipation drizzling like a small spark through his veins.
“Seemed like longer.” Starscream’s lips traveled down his spine, achingly slow, feathers tickling and little kisses making Blurr squirm. “You smell good.”
“I smell like I’ve been marinating in my own drunken sweat all night.” Blurr clutched the pillows tighter as his pounding pulse started to centralize in his groin.
Starscream chuckled. “You’re so contrary.” He kissed the base of Blurr’s spine and nuzzled it with his lips. “Hungry?”
“For food?” Because he was kind of getting the feeling that Starscream came here with a different kind of hunger. Not that Blurr was complaining at all.
Lips dragged over the curve of his ass, and Blurr shivered. It was too heavy to be ticklish, but too soft to be anything less than a caress. Anticipation tightened inside of him, his thickening dick prodding into the pillow beneath his groin.
“Yes,” Starscream said, and the puff of his words made Blurr’s skin goosepimple.
He swallowed, mouth growing dry with want. “What, um, what did you have in mind?”
Feathers tickled the back of his upper thighs and the bare skin of his ass and lower back. Starscream licked the curve of one of his ass cheeks.
And then Starscream bit him.
Blurr yelped, startled, and would have whipped over on his back were it not for the harpy hands suddenly cradling his hips, and he’d learned to not be too quick around those.
“What was that for!” he demanded, his ass stinging where the impression of teeth lingered, though it was even now being soothed away by the wet sweeps of a somewhat rough tongue.
“I enjoy your behind,” Starscream said, amused. “It’s so plump and soft. Like a very ripe peach.” His teeth grazed over the curve of the other cheek, the one not marked by his teeth.
Blurr shivered, and tried to hold on to his irritation. “That doesn’t mean you should bite it,” he gritted out.
Starscream chuckled, lips and teeth scraping over Blurr’s unmarked ass cheek, but luckily, he didn’t bite again. “Why not?”
“Because it hurts!”
Starscream tugged just a little, lifting Blurr’s hips away from the pillow nest by a few inches, even as his mouth continued the exploratory nipping. “Are you sure?” he purred before his hands slid down, curling ever so carefully around Blurr’s upper thighs. “Because from where I’m kneeling, you don’t look to be in much pain.”
Blurr groaned as his dick stood at attention, dripping head grinding against the pillows beneath him, and starting to throb. “That’s not the point.”
“You don’t mind when I bite you elsewhere.”
“Those don’t really count as bites. They’re more like nips.”
“Oh, I see.” Lips grazed over Blurr’s right ass cheek before he felt the gentle nip of sharp teeth, followed by the pressure of a bite, but not the sting. “Perhaps this then?”
Blurr resisted the urge to hump the pillow. “Sure,” he croaked. “That’s, um, that’s fine.”
“Good.” Starscream’s purr ghosted wet warmth over Blurr’s bare skin. His tongue swept a hot line up and up, back to the base of Blurr’s spine, before his mouth continued upward, tracking along his back. “Mmm. I just want to mark you all over.”
A hot flush of arousal flooded Blurr. “I can’t go back to classes covered in bites.”
“You wear clothes. No one will notice.” Lips and teeth were back on his shoulders, ever moving, until Blurr felt the pressure of Starscream’s mouth on the back of his neck.
Blurr groaned, his forehead hitting the pillow, hips bucking back toward the feathery heat of Starscream’s body. “Primus, Starscream. Will you just fuck me already?”
Starscream chuckled, his tongue soothing the imprints of his teeth in the back of Blurr’s neck. His hands still cradled Blurr’s hips, but now he felt the hot press of Starscream’s length against his thighs, along with the wet smear of pre-come. Blurr’s insides clenched, remembering all too well the pleasure of Starscream inside him.
“So impatient.” Starscream nuzzled into the hollow of his neck and shoulders, lips leaving a tickling path of heat. “Why can’t I simply enjoy you first?” His hips rolled, clava sliding between Blurr’s upper thighs and further upward, until the head of it brushed beneath his groin, into the hollow behind his balls.
“You’re just being a tease!”
“Never.” Starscream rocked his hips again, thrusting between Blurr’s thighs in a steady rhythm, his clava rubbing over Blurr’s balls and occasionally catching on his rim before sliding away again.
It was maddening.
Blurr clawed at the bedding with one hand and wriggled the other free, trying to get it between himself and the pillow. His dick demanded attention, and Primus, he loved Star, but harpy hands weren’t made for the good stroking.
“You’re so squirmy,” Starscream purred into his ear, teeth nipping the curve of it.
“Your fault,” Blurr gasped out and moaned as he finally managed to wrap his hand around himself, giving his dick a long pull.
It didn’t last long.
No sooner had he obtained the perfect grip, then did his world turn upside down. He had a moment to blink and wonder ‘what the fuck’ before his ass hit the pillows, and Starscream crawled over him, lips tracking a searing path up Blurr’s belly. His legs splayed wide over Starscream’s thighs, his arms a feathery cage around Blurr’s body, and there was something distinctly predatory in the way Starscream licked at him.
“What’s gotten into you?” Blurr demanded, even as he shivered, his thighs tightening around Starscream.
“Missed you,” Starscream said, as though that was explanation enough, and his lips found Blurr’s right nipple, giving it a long lick followed by a suck.
Blurr moaned and grabbed at Starscream’s arms, his back arching. That explanation was not enough, but he’d let it go for now.
“So you drive me crazy?” Blurr asked, on the end of a gasp. He rolled up against Starscream, trying to be enticing. “Come on. Stop being a tease.”
Starscream suckled noisily on his nipple before letting it go with an audible sound. “Can’t help myself. I walked in here and you looked like something I needed to taste.” He shifted, rising a little higher, until his lips hovered over Blurr’s own. “So really, it’s your fault.”
Blurr’s retort was muffled by Starscream’s mouth, not that he minded, given the way Starscream’s tongue plunged into his mouth, and the hungry noises Starscream made. Feathers slid silkily over his bare skin as Starscream settled over him, the backs of his knuckles sliding down the outside of his legs, his clava rolling against Blurr’s dick.
Mmm. This was nice, too.
Blurr carded his fingers through the feathers on Starscream’s belly and sides, deepening the kiss, giving as good as he got. It was still kind of weird, to feel feathers where there should be bare skin, but he stopped trying to think about it too much.
He liked Starscream. A lot. It didn’t matter that he was a harpy. He didn’t care if anyone judged him either. Frag, if he could help it, he’d stay here forever.
He hooked his ankles over Starscream’s thighs and slid his hands down, until he could wrap his fingers around both their lengths. He pressed his dick to Starscream’s clava and shivered in tune with the harpy. Heat throbbed in his grip, even more when he rolled his hips and Starscream met his thrust in kind.
Starscream’s mouth fell away, but only because he wanted to nose into Blurr’s throat, teeth and tongue making little nips. Now this biting Blurr liked. He tipped his head back, baring more of his throat to the harpy’s nibbling. He was going to be so marked up by the time he went back.
He didn’t care.
Starscream dropped his thighs and braced himself on the pillows to either side of Blurr, shifting the angle so that he could rock down, thrust his clava into Blurr’s grip. The rhythm was slow and steady, a bit awkward even, but damn did it feel good. Blurr swept his fingers over their dicks, gathering up precome, making it even slicker.
They were so different: Blurr pale and smooth, foreskin slipping and sliding, cock fat and angry red on the tip. While Starscream was long and thin, firmer to the touch, little knobs and whorls allowing texture, bright red and blue a contrast to pale skin.
But the feeling was the same. Arousal pounded harder through Blurr, twisted and turned in his belly, with every nip of Starscream’s teeth and every thrust against him.
He wished, in that moment, that he was a harpy, if only so Starscream could slide into him with abandon, without having to be so careful and shallow. He wanted to see Starscream really let go, to be filled entirely.
Of course the longer life span and the knowledge that he wouldn’t have to leave Starscream behind would be fantastic, too.
“You’re thinking too much,” Starscream murmured against his throat before his lips dragged back up, brushing over Blurr’s.
Blurr chuckled and nuzzled his nose against Starscream’s firmer one. “Well, maybe that’s because you’re not being distracting enough.” He squeezed their lengths pointedly, making Starscream hiss and grind down against him. “Your fault for being such a tease.”
“I am not a tease,” Starscream said and nipped the end of his nose. “And I’ll prove it.”
Blurr blinked as Starscream abruptly rose up, shifting around again, as if he were internally restless. As he pulled back, Blurr lost his grip, but it seemed that was what Starscream wanted, because he dropped Blurr’s legs and moved to straddle him instead.
Arousal shot like fire straight into Blurr’s belly as Starscream tossed him a wicked grin and ground down, rubbing the damp of his antrum over the hard heat of Blurr’s dick. The sweetness of his slick filled the air, and Blurr’s mouth watered. His hands found Starscream’s hips, fingers carding through soft feathers, as Starscream sank down, swallowing Blurr’s dick with the squeezing slick of his antrum.
Blurr groaned, his grip tightening, as sparks of pleasure danced behind his eyes. There was nothing quite like the feel of Starscream around him. So hot and dripping, rippling in a pattern that was wholly unlike being with a human, male or female. It was like Starscream had all of these extra muscles within him, and absolute control over him, too.
Blurr could fill Starscream to the root and never bottom out. He could thrust hard and deep, and never once worry about hurting the harpy. More than that, was the bliss that streaked across Starscream’s face, the way he licked his lips, nibbled on them. The little cries and warbles he made in his throat, the way he rocked his hips and ground down on Blurr.
He tipped forward, rocking his hips, arms caging around Blurr again, pressing his forehead to Blurr’s. “See?” he panted, exhalations sweet where they puffed over Blurr’s face. “Not a tease.”
A rumble vibrated in Blurr’s chest. “Kiss me,” he demanded, and Starscream obliged, his mouth falling over Blurr’s, long, long tongue sliding in to sweep and lay claim, even as he rolled his hips. The tip of his clava caught against Blurr’s abdomen, a firm, damp push and prod that left streaks of precome.
Blurr moaned into the kiss, Starscream’s antrum rippling around him, every squeeze tightening the coil of pleasure inside of him. Another warble rose in Starscream’s throat as he ground down harder and harder, his rhythm stuttered and desperate, his claws rending tiny tears in the pillows.
Primus, he was gorgeous. Blurr wanted to keep him forever.
If only. If only.
He didn’t know which of them came first. He didn’t know if it was the rapid fluttering grip of Starscream’s antrum that pulled him over, or if it was the splatter of his own come that triggered Starscream’s release. He only knew the starbursts behind his eyelids, the nip of Starscream’s teeth on his lips, the whimper of pleasure that rose up out of Starscream’s throat, and the hot splatter of release on Blurr’s abdomen.
He hummed in his throat, hands sliding from Starscream’s hip to the harpy’s body, tugging Starscream close, deepening the kiss. Feathers tickled at his bare skin, even as Starscream’s weight rested on him, his softening dick still buried deep, Starscream’s antrum fluttering warmly around it.
Starscream, he belatedly noticed, was still hard, and the rocking of his hips had not stopped. The kiss remained urgent, as did the noises in his throat.
Blurr’s dick twitched. But it was going to take him a bit longer to be of any use to Starscream. He slid his hands back to the harpy’s hips and gave them a squeeze, even as Starscream broke away from the kiss to nibble his way back to Blurr’s throat. He panted audibly, knees squeezing in on Blurr’s hips, as though he could make Blurr hard by willpower alone.
Something was definitely up. Starscream wasn’t usually this quick on the rebound. It was like he hadn’t come at all.
“Star.” Blurr squeezed his hips again, bucking upward, pulling a moan from his lover’s lips. “Star, let me up.”
“Not done with you yet,” Starscream said against his throat, teeth leaving little nips that no amount of clothing could hide. Blurr was not going to wear a turtleneck in early summer.
“I noticed.” Blurr tried for a wry grin, but it devolved into a shiver as Starscream exhaled into the hollow of his throat, and licked over a pulsepoint. “Let me up anyway. I think the pillows are trying to swallow me.”
Starscream chuckled and nipped at the hollow of his throat one last time before he pulled back, his face flush and his eyes bright. “Am I smothering you?”
“That and I really, really want to put my mouth on you right now,” Blurr said, letting his fingers enunciate his point as he slid one hand over Starscream’s groin and curled his fingers around his very rigid clava.
Starscream’s eyelids fluttered, his hips pushing into the tunnel of Blurr’s fist. “I’m inclined to let you.”
He leaned down, kissed Blurr again, soft and savoring, before he clung to Blurr and rolled them, feathers and pillows flying everywhere as the world spun around Blurr. He yelped and clutched Starscream, who really had to break this habit of tossing Blurr around like he weighed nothing. So what if Starscream was bigger and stronger? So what?
He ended up where he wanted to be, on top of Starscream, his pretty harpy splayed in the pillows beneath him, feathers all fluffed and shiny. Starscream’s tongue swept over his lips, the back of his knuckles sliding down Blurr’s bare back.
“Better?” he asked with a purr.
Blurr grinned and shimmied down Starscream’s body, until he knelt between the harpy’s legs and curled his arms under Starscream’s thighs. “You tell me,” he said before he leaned forward, exhaling over the tip of Starscream’s clava, where a bead of pre-fluid glistened invitingly.
A hand gently curved around his head, feathers tickling his back. “Please,” Starscream said, his voice urgent, desperate even.
How could he resist such a plea?
Blurr licked Starscream, first at the root then up to the tip, his tongue slurping the dribbles of pre-come from Starscream’s clava. Starscream’s feathers rustled in a shiver, his eyes going dark and liquid with want.
“More,” Starscream moaned, and Blurr closed his mouth around the head of Starscream’s clava, the sweet taste of his pre-come clinging stickily to Blurr’s tongue.
Starscream was already rigid, his clava throbbing desperately, as if he’d been clinging to the edge of orgasm with tenacious talons. It wasn’t going to take much. The pressure on the back of Blurr’s head never changed, but he swallowed more of Starscream down anyway, lips and tongue working his harpy as best he could.
He swallowed and swallowed, throat working, tongue stroking, and Blurr shifted enough, sliding two fingers into Starscream’s antrum, curving them to stroke the hot pleats of it. Starscream made a delicious strangled sound, his body rising in a wave beneath Blurr, a warble spilling from his throat.
“Blurr,” he moaned, and said something else, something in that musical language of the harpies, his hips jerking up into a stuttered thrust. It was, perhaps, a warning.
Well, let it not be said Blurr was one to waste a meal.
He swallowed Starscream as deep as he could, then dragged his mouth up in a pull of tight, wet suction, and was rewarded with several splashes of sweet, sticky spill. Starscream shattered beneath him, squirming and thrusting in little jerks, his clava pulsing over and over, each spurt lighter than the last, until Blurr had a large mouthful.
He swallowed and climbed up Starscream, the harpy absently pawing at him, their mouths falling together in a sloppy wet kiss. Starscream hummed and the palms of his hands were everywhere, sliding over Blurr’s skin like he couldn’t get enough. Which, you know, wasn’t a bad thing, but it was pretty weird.
It made Blurr remember the celebration last night, the weird sense of hunger in the air, the way the harpies had been rather overt in their PDA.
Something was Up.
The kiss eased off and settled into a snuggle, though Blurr’s stomach chose that moment to growl at the fact he’d only had a handful of apples for a meal and not eaten since the night before. Starscream laughed and kissed the tip of his nose.
“I actually did bring you some real food,” he said as he crawled out of the nest but only long enough to grab something and return.
Delicious smells floated from a basket, and when Blurr tried to peer into it, Starscream shielded it from view.
“Nope. It’s a surprise.”
Blurr rolled his eyes but let Starscream have his fun, pulling Blurr into his lap, sitting his back against Starscream’s chest, Starscream’s forming a comfy, feathery blanket around him. He seemed to want that bare skin contact.
“So,” Blurr said. “Does that mean you’re gonna tell me what’s up now? Or am I going to have to torture it out of you?”
Starscream pulled something out of the basket and pressed it to Blurr’s lips -- a berry of some kind. “I’m impressed you noticed.” He stroked the back of his knuckles over Blurr’s cheek. “The Festival of Adaptus precedes mating season for us. I’m not in heat yet, but I will be. Soon.”
“Heat?” Blurr’s brow furrowed as the pieces fell into place. Well, at least the sexual aggression made sense. Starscream was horny on a biological level. “You mean, you could get pregnant now?”
“Not now, but in the next couple of days, yes. Provided I mated with another harpy and I was the recipient.” Starscream’s hand withdrew, only to return with a sliver of some kind of melon. “I will be in heat for around two weeks.”
Blurr nibbled the melon thoughtfully. “Oh.”
“Which is why you’re going back tomorrow,” Starscream continued, his tone light, but something guarded in it. “The entire flock will go into heat at once, though some before others, and I don’t know that you’ll be safe. You are not built to withstand a heat-rut.”
“What?” Blurr twisted himself around so he could see Starscream’s face. “I have to leave?”
Starscream nodded and stroked his cheek again. “For your own safety, yes. Instinct can be a powerful thing. Besides, you have to return eventually. Don’t you have classes?”
“Yeah, but...” None he really cared about. He’d already missed several days plus a couple practices for track. It wasn’t like he could get into any more trouble.
Blurr sighed and sank back into Starscream’s embrace. “If I go, and you stay here, does that mean you’re going to, you know, with someone else?” Did he even that right to be jealous? Did he have a right to demand exclusivity?
Starscream chuckled. “No. Having a partner isn’t required for a heat. If anything, my heat will end sooner without a partner. It will be uncomfortable, but I’ll survive.”
He pillowed his head on Starscream’s shoulder and accepted the next sliver of melon. He had to be the better person here, he knew it.
He was glad he couldn’t see Starscream’s face, and vice versa, in their current positioning.
“You don’t have to hold back for my sake,” he said, though Primus, it killed him. He wanted Starscream to be his and only his. “If there’s someone you want to… you know, do that with, you should.”
Starscream purred and nuzzled Blurr from behind, the pads of his fingers stroking over Blurr’s throat. “Don’t worry. I don’t want anyone else.”
“That’s not the point! I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“And I appreciate that, but I’ll be fine.” A rumble echoed in Starscream’s chest, as the fingers of his free hand delicately carded through Blurr’s hair, the tips of his talons gently scratching his scalp in a way that often made Blurr purr.
Blurr bit back a sigh. “And you’re sure I can’t stay?”
“I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. Trust me. This is for the best,” Starscream said and gently scratched his scalp some more, talons exceptionally careful as he combed through Blurr’s hair.
“If you insist,” Blurr murmured, unable to shake the feeling he was a child being sent to his room while the adults dealt with adult issues.
He nibbled on his bottom lip and focused on the sensation of Starscream stroking his head instead, while the taste of sweet berries lingered on his tongue. Come to think of it, Starscream was unusually warm behind him, and as he wiggled his ass, he found Starscream aroused once again, though his clava wasn’t quite at full staff.
“Insatiable, huh?” he asked, a little grin curving his lips.
“And just think, it’ll be much worse in a few days.” Humor was ripe in Starscream’s tone. “Ignore it. It’ll pass.”
Blurr licked his lips and dragged his fingertips up the length of Starscream’s clava. “What if I don’t want to ignore it?” he asked as he reached the tip and gave it a light pinch. “What if I want to enjoy it for as long as I can?”
Starscream warbled in his throat. “Well, then, don’t let me stop you,” he purred, and nuzzled the top of Blurr’s head, his talons carefully dragging down to Blurr’s neck, tickling his bare skin.
Blurr shivered. The care Starscream exerted with him was intoxicating. He stroked Starscream lightly, and licked his lips.
He intended to make as much of tonight as he could.
Luckily, Starscream didn’t seem to mind.
