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Another story I wrote for the Transformers Anonymous Kinks Meme on Livejournal.

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When Hound had asked if Mirage wanted to go out with him sight seeing, the spy had not exactly expected this kind of sight.

:What are they doing?: Mirage asked over the internal communication link so as not to disturb the animals they were watching.

Despite being disguised as a low rising hill, Mirage could clearly picture Hound’s smirk. :Baking an oil cake: the scout teased. Mirage would have hit him if he wasn’t cautious about disturbing the wolf pair they’d come across, and thus scare them off and disappoint Hound. :I’m absolutely positive that you’re experienced enough with our own copulating methods to know what they’re doing:

:Why are we watching them? Shouldn’t this be a private matter between them?: Mirage asked desperately.

:They’re not human ‘Raj, they won’t be offended by an audience:

:I am never going anywhere with you again Hound, this is embarrassing to watch: Mirage said with disdain.

:Then why are you still watching?: Hound asked smugly.

Mirage clenched his hands again, restraining from hitting his lover. He shut off his communicator and shuttered his optics. He could still hear the soft grunts of the wolf pair however, the female’s yips, faint licking sounds, their bodies moving together. He could still see them in his imagination, the male thrusting into his mate. His systems heated in embarrassment and he repressed a groan as he pressed himself against the ground. Unshuttering his optics, he saw the male licking, nuzzling and gently nipping the back of his mate’s ears, the female grunting in approval.

:I hate you Hound, I hate you so much for showing me this: Mirage hissed, turning his communicator back on.

:We can leave now if you want ‘Raj, I kinda have something else in mind to do now: Hound said, sounding a little strained himself. Good, he at least had some sense of shame.

:Thank Primus: Mirage said with relief, ready to get up.

:But we gotta be quiet, I don’t want to disturb the wolves. We should crawl away I think: Hound suggested hastily.

:Alright Hound: Mirage said, indulging the scout. He slowly and quietly rose onto his hands and knees, backing away quietly from the mated pair, Hound’s holographic hill silently shifting it’s mass as Hound moved away as well.

He shut off his invisibility as soon as he thought they were out of hearing of the wolves, Hound turning off the hologram. With a glance, Mirage knew the strain he had heard in Hound's vocalizer over the comm link had not been from embarrassment, if the normally bright blue optics now darkened to nearly indigo were any indication.

Hound moved closer to Mirage, nuzzling his neck. Mirage sat back, started to move away. “Hound what are yo-”

Hound growled, pressing closer and nipping Mirage’s neck, then soothing the nip with a warm lick of his glossa.

“You cannot be seri-” Hound bit harder this time, forcing a surprised yelp from Mirage’s vocalizer before the green scout was again soothing the area with warm comforting licks. Apparently he was. Mirage mentally damned Hound, himself, and his own permissiveness for the scout.

Hound moved away from his neck circling him on all fours, pressing close to Mirage’s side. Mirage stiffened when Hound pressed his face into the paneling between the spy’s legs, olfactory sensors audibly working as he took in Mirage’s scent. Then he started licking the panel. Glitch, Mirage thought as the panel clicked open under Hound’s glossa. He knew how hard it was for Mirage to resist attention to his valve, and he was very good with that damn glossa of his.

Mirage groaned, trembling arms nearly collapsing under him as Hound’s glossa licked and swirled around his valve. Then it pressed in, teasing the circuits along the walls of Mirage’s valve. Mirage gasped, hands clenching into the dirt and grass, hips tilting for better access. Too soon Hound’s glossa left with a parting lick.

Before he could voice his disappointment, Hound was clambering up behind him, on him. Mirage braced himself. Green arms wrapped tightly around his torso, anchoring him against the scout’s own frame. There was a click and with one smooth thrust of his hips Hound was buried inside Mirage.

“Hoooun-” Mirage’s pleasurable groan was interrupted by another snap of Hound’s dental plating on his neck, latching on and growling. Mirage stilled, feeling the growing heat in his valve as Hound remained strong and aggressive against him, growling still. Mirage’s spark pulsed and he realized he was getting off on this dominant animal-like behavior.

Slowly, he bowed his head, whimpering submissively. Hound grunted in approval, giving an encouraging lick to the dented plating on his lover’s neck. Then he started moving, slow at first, then gradually faster until their movements were so rapid Mirage could feel the scraping of paint where they were joined and he was not going to enjoy explaining those to their friends.

But that was for later, for now it just felt delightful and Mirage couldn’t, and didn’t want to suppress his appreciative gasps and encouraging grunts and whimpers. Every time Hound pulled away, the spy leaned back, allowing for a more forceful joining of Hound’s hips to his skid plate.

The movements were frantic as Hound drove into him and Mirage could feel the escalating heat and arousal, being pulled into a black hole of passion and pleasure. Then Hound bit, gentler than before, into his neck, right over his main fuel line and Mirage howled his release, arching and crying out and going limp under Hound. The scout was quick, pulling Mirage back against him and continuing to thrust into his lover until he overloaded himself.

Hound slowly pulled out, closing himself and Mirage, laying back on the ground and pulling Mirage against him, cradling the spy against his frame.

“You are a disturbed mech,” Mirage said tiredly, pressing his face into Hound’s neck.

Hound let a hand slide down to grip Mirage’s skid plate, trailing along the green paint scratched into the blue. “Says the mech who just got off on me biting him.”

Mirage bit him in retaliation.