[CtE] A Little R&R
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dracoqueen22Title: A Little R&R
Universe: Crown the Empire
Characters: Grimlock/Starscream
Rated: K+
Description: Starscream and Grimlock are overdue for a vacation, and it is well-earned.
As the ship rose into the air, Starscream felt as if it were leaving his cares behind.
He and Grimlock were long overdue for this vacation. It had been over a decade since Megatron was killed, and the truce established between the Autobots and Decepticons. It was a decade of long days, and longer nights, arguments and concessions, politics and yes, even battle.
Cybertron was officially on the road to recovery. Decepticon leadership was stable. Autobot leadership was stable. The Neutrals were finally being led by someone with common sense. Cybertron had stable access to energon and building supplies, and the Autobots even had a new Prime-in-training who was not at all objectionable.
Cyclonus and Deathsaurus could more than handle the Decepticons in their absence. Starscream had left his projects under Perceptor’s supervision. And none of his Seekers had yet to be sparked, so Starscream would not possibly miss any births while they were gone.
“You’ve turned off your comms?” Grimlock stepped up behind Starscream, watching Cybertron get further and further away through the portside window. His hands rested lightly on Starscream’s waist.
Starscream snorted and leaned back into his conjunx’s embrace. “Have you?”
“All but the emergency line. Though Cyclonus knows not to use it unless it is a dire situation.”
“And what counts as dire?”
Grimlock chuckled and nuzzled the top of Starscream’s head, his field wrapping them both in a warm, heavy blanket. “Nothing less than an incursion by the Galactic Federation.”
“Oh, I think they could handle a little invasion,” Starscream said with a little laugh. He turned in Grimlock’s arms, rising up to press a kiss to the curve of Grimlock’s jaw. “We deserve this vacation.”
Grimlock’s hand slid up, tweaking one of his wing hinges. “I don’t remember debating otherwise. I am looking forward to having you all to myself.”
“As am I.” Starscream’s mouth wandered further, to the sensitive cabling in Grimlock’s neck, his denta scraping over a primary energon line. “You are mine for a week, my lord, and if you should do anything to defy that, I will be quite displeased.”
Grimlock’s engine rumbled. His hands swept down, curving around Starscream’s hips. “We could get started here,” he suggested, the harmonics of his field shifting quickly from affection to lust. His visor gleamed a warm amber. “It’s only a few hours to Hedonia by spacebridge.”
“Every time you say that name, a part of me dies inside,” Starscream said with a theatrical shiver.
Grimlock chuckled. “We are short on options for Cybertronian vacations, brightspark. Would you prefer Quartex?”
“I am never going back to Quartex,” Starscream said, his wings hiking upward with sheer outrage before he pushed those memories away and focused more on Grimlock instead. “Hedonia is fine. As long as I don’t have to attend any boring meetings, deal with annoying Neutrals, or listen to Shockwave whine about not having enough freedom.”
Cybertron was officially a metal orb, spinning distantly in space, through the portside mirror. Which meant they would shortly be upon the space bridge, and after that, well on their way to Hedonia.
It would be, Starscream reflected, the first time he’d left Cybertron willingly without intending to do battle or risk his spark for the Decepticon cause.
Oh, how times had changed.
“We have a week free of every one of those things.” Grimlock tugged him toward the bench in their tiny cabin and pulled Starscream into his lap.
Fortunately, that was precisely where Starscream wanted to be.
“No more thinking of Cybertron or politics or the Decepticons,” Grimlock continued as he drew Starscream’s hand to his mouthplate, pressing his knuckles to the warmed metal. “There is only you and I and whatever pleasures await us.”
“As many as we can manage, I should hope,” Starscream said with a pointed roll of his hips. “How long did you say the trip would take?” He flicked his glossa over his lips, giving Grimlock a coy look.
Grimlock’s visor darkened, his field trickling over Starscream’s with liquid-hot desire. “Long enough.”
Perfect.
***
Universe: Crown the Empire
Characters: Grimlock/Starscream
Rated: K+
Description: Starscream and Grimlock are overdue for a vacation, and it is well-earned.
As the ship rose into the air, Starscream felt as if it were leaving his cares behind.
He and Grimlock were long overdue for this vacation. It had been over a decade since Megatron was killed, and the truce established between the Autobots and Decepticons. It was a decade of long days, and longer nights, arguments and concessions, politics and yes, even battle.
Cybertron was officially on the road to recovery. Decepticon leadership was stable. Autobot leadership was stable. The Neutrals were finally being led by someone with common sense. Cybertron had stable access to energon and building supplies, and the Autobots even had a new Prime-in-training who was not at all objectionable.
Cyclonus and Deathsaurus could more than handle the Decepticons in their absence. Starscream had left his projects under Perceptor’s supervision. And none of his Seekers had yet to be sparked, so Starscream would not possibly miss any births while they were gone.
“You’ve turned off your comms?” Grimlock stepped up behind Starscream, watching Cybertron get further and further away through the portside window. His hands rested lightly on Starscream’s waist.
Starscream snorted and leaned back into his conjunx’s embrace. “Have you?”
“All but the emergency line. Though Cyclonus knows not to use it unless it is a dire situation.”
“And what counts as dire?”
Grimlock chuckled and nuzzled the top of Starscream’s head, his field wrapping them both in a warm, heavy blanket. “Nothing less than an incursion by the Galactic Federation.”
“Oh, I think they could handle a little invasion,” Starscream said with a little laugh. He turned in Grimlock’s arms, rising up to press a kiss to the curve of Grimlock’s jaw. “We deserve this vacation.”
Grimlock’s hand slid up, tweaking one of his wing hinges. “I don’t remember debating otherwise. I am looking forward to having you all to myself.”
“As am I.” Starscream’s mouth wandered further, to the sensitive cabling in Grimlock’s neck, his denta scraping over a primary energon line. “You are mine for a week, my lord, and if you should do anything to defy that, I will be quite displeased.”
Grimlock’s engine rumbled. His hands swept down, curving around Starscream’s hips. “We could get started here,” he suggested, the harmonics of his field shifting quickly from affection to lust. His visor gleamed a warm amber. “It’s only a few hours to Hedonia by spacebridge.”
“Every time you say that name, a part of me dies inside,” Starscream said with a theatrical shiver.
Grimlock chuckled. “We are short on options for Cybertronian vacations, brightspark. Would you prefer Quartex?”
“I am never going back to Quartex,” Starscream said, his wings hiking upward with sheer outrage before he pushed those memories away and focused more on Grimlock instead. “Hedonia is fine. As long as I don’t have to attend any boring meetings, deal with annoying Neutrals, or listen to Shockwave whine about not having enough freedom.”
Cybertron was officially a metal orb, spinning distantly in space, through the portside mirror. Which meant they would shortly be upon the space bridge, and after that, well on their way to Hedonia.
It would be, Starscream reflected, the first time he’d left Cybertron willingly without intending to do battle or risk his spark for the Decepticon cause.
Oh, how times had changed.
“We have a week free of every one of those things.” Grimlock tugged him toward the bench in their tiny cabin and pulled Starscream into his lap.
Fortunately, that was precisely where Starscream wanted to be.
“No more thinking of Cybertron or politics or the Decepticons,” Grimlock continued as he drew Starscream’s hand to his mouthplate, pressing his knuckles to the warmed metal. “There is only you and I and whatever pleasures await us.”
“As many as we can manage, I should hope,” Starscream said with a pointed roll of his hips. “How long did you say the trip would take?” He flicked his glossa over his lips, giving Grimlock a coy look.
Grimlock’s visor darkened, his field trickling over Starscream’s with liquid-hot desire. “Long enough.”
Perfect.
