Mating Drive

Mating Drive

Wavelength hated it when he went into a heat-cycle. Absolutely <i>hated</i> it with a fierce passion. Every time his body's subtle chemistry spiralled radically out of control due to a heat-cycle, he would curse Shockwave's name with every foul oath he knew, for his biological father was the one who passed on that particular glitch onto him. Blame the high-born mechs for having a habit of forming merges with their cousins so they could continue to carry on the pure-grade coding line. It was no wonder their sparklings ended up with all sorts of glitches as a result.

Wavelength, however, had learned to deal with his heat-cycle glitch, and he secretly prided himself for having learned to subdue his body's wild need to interface, when most other mechs would have been driven mad with the urge to copulate with anything mechanical, sentient or not. His method was simple: he would isolate himself from others and go into a deep meditation, telling himself repeatedly that he was a calm, collected cyber-ninja, not a interface-driven pleasure drone. He would repeat this mantra over and over to himself, gradually subduing the insistent throbbing within his pelvic armor down to a tolerable level, and keep it there until his heat-cycle had passed. It was a method that had never failed him yet, and he had intended for it to remain that way.

However, he had never taken into account that he would meet someone who could shatter his resolve faster than his older brother, Freefall, could get through a plate of wax truffles. Someone who could drive him buck-wild just by whispering his name softly into his sensitive audios, causing pleasurable shivers to dance up and down his spinal strut. Someone who knew just where to touch him, how to tease him, how to drive him into having multiple, rapid-fire overloads that left his body literally steaming and as soft and pliable as a mound of wet clay.

That someone was a mech named BeatBox, and Wavelength took great pains to avoid the brightly hued Scion-transforming Autobot whenever he felt a heat-cycle coming on, lest he give in to his animalistic need to interface. Of course, this was easier said than done, because BeatBox was one of those mechs who had a nasty habit of being around when you didn't want them to be around, much to the gray speedster's annoyance. And today was no exception. Just this morning, Wavelength had woken up and felt the tell-tale tingle within his pelvic armor, which herald the onset of another heat-cycle. Wavelength's original plan had been to spend the entire day in his room, with the intent on meditating to subdue his urge to seek out a partner to interface with, and would only venture out when his heat-cycle wore off.

However, that plan rapidly went downhill practically from the moment Wavelength had thought it out, for no sooner than he had positioned himself on his meditation mat, there was a flurry of knocking on his door. The gray speedster froze. He recognized that knock, and before he could even open his mouth to say anything, his door slid open, and the one mech he had hoped to avoid that day walked right in, a beaming smile on his face-plates.

"Mornin', Wavie! Today's a lovely day outside. Ya wanna go out and do a little sparrin' with me?" BeatBox grinned cheerily, completely missing Wavelength's aghast expression. The gray speedster's mouth suddenly felt dry; he would have rather have gone offline than to let the other mech find out about his 'condition', so he fished about desperately for an excuse, hoping and praying to Primus that the other mech wouldn't notice how he subtly tightened his crossed legs over the front of his interface paneling.

"Um...I would love to spar with you, BeatBox, but...ah...I'm afraid I can't today. I was planning to do some...peaceful meditation this morning, to help clear my CPU," Wavelength finally said, hoping that the other mech would simply accept this and leave.

Sadly, his hopes were crushed, because BeatBox then cheerily responded while, to Wavelength's horror, he sat down right in front of him, crossing his legs into a similar position. "Cool, can I stick around with ya? I've always wanted to give that meditation thing a try for myself."

No, no, NO!!! Primus, this couldn't be happening! Wavelength felt a cold condensation break out on his forehead as the sight of the aqua-green and bright yellow mech before him caused his pelvic armor to become hot and uncomfortable, his cable aching to be free from its housing. Desperately trying to ignore his rising need, he licked his lips nervously and said, hoping to discourage BeatBox, "Um, sorry, I'm afraid you can't stay. I...ah...I prefer to meditate on my own. The presence of other mechs is too distracting to me..."

The cheerful smile on BeatBox's face-plates wavered slightly, and although Wavelength's spark twanged guiltily at the sight, he couldn't afford to let the other mech stay around him for a klik longer. His pelvic armor was throbbing like crazy, almost as if his cable was saying 'Get me the frag out of here, right NOW!', and it seemed that with every little movement BeatBox made, or every time he spoke...frag, just the very act of him cycling air in and out was causing his arousal to spiral rapidly out of control. He could feel his whole body heating up in response to the Scion mech's closeness, and he was sure that the other mech couldn't fail to notice it, either. And sure enough...

"Hey, are ya alright? Your face is all flushed. Are ya comin' down with a virus or somethin', Wavie?" BeatBox frowned in concern, and reached forward to press his servo to Wavelength's cheek, checking his temperature.

That possibly had to be the WORST thing BeatBox had done since he had entered the room. Wavelength's body reacted immediately to the brightly hued mech's touch, and with a jolt of panic he felt his pelvic plating spasm, aching to slide back and free his painfully throbbing cable from its housing. Even more alarming was the fact that he could feel lubricant building up within his port, threatening to leak out from the seams. He had to get away from BeatBox before either one of these things could occur, and he had to get away NOW!

"I--I have to go!" Wavelength gasped, springing to his pedes and zipping out the room in a blur of gray and teal, leaving a flabbergasted BeatBox behind him. He ran through the base without a particular destination in mind and without regard to anybody who might have been walking through the corridors; he almost had a head-on collision with Ultra Magnus and Sentinel Prime as they were emerging from a room, the latter carrying a pile of data-pads in his servos, and if it wasn't for his split-second reaction timing, he would have bowled the both of them over like a runaway locomotive.

"OY!! Watch where you're going, Wavelength, you crazy glitch!" Sentinel Prime shouted after him as the speeding mech ran past, causing him to drop several of his data-pads in shock. So desperate was his need to put as much distance between him and BeatBox as possible, Wavelength didn't even shout out an apology, and within a fraction of a second he had vanished around the corner, leaving the blue Prime to grumble and complain loudly as he stooped to collect the fallen data-pads, while Ultra Magnus wondered aloud, a mildly bemused expression on his normally composed face-plates, "What could have gotten into Wavelength? I've never seen him act like this before."

"Huh, crazy kid. I wouldn't know anything about it, sir." Sentinel straightened up with his data-pads...only to have them go flying again as BeatBox unexpectedly ran past and almost gave him spark-failure as a result. "AAARRGH!!! PRIMUS FRAG IT, BEATBOX!!!" Sentinel hollered after the retreating mech, shaking his fist after him.

"'Xcuse me, sir! Sorry about that, sir!" BeatBox hollered over his shoulder as he vanished around the corner, in hot pursuit of Wavelength. Something was going on with the gray speedster, that much was certain, and he was determined to find out the cause of his strange behavior, even if it meant chasing the other mech all over Detroit city. With his mouth set in a grim line, he ran on through the winding corridors, hot on Wavelength's heels.

~~

Wavelength knew BeatBox was chasing after him; his sensitive audios could pick up the distinctive 'clang-clang-clang' of his footsteps as he ran through the hallways, not to mention he had heard Sentinel Prime's irate yells echoing through the corridor. He cursed the other Autobot for being so tenacious, because he knew that in his current state, he couldn't keep running for very long. He needed to find a place to hide, and hopefully BeatBox wouldn't be able to find him until his Primus-blasted heat-cycle had run its course. With great effort, he spurred his painfully overheated body onwards until he found what he was looking for. There, not five strides ahead, was the entrance to the storage room, where the Elite Guard kept all their supplies. Inside there, he was sure to find someplace to hunker down and hide, safe from BeatBox. Mentally thanking Primus for this sanctuary, he slipped inside the room, and made sure to punch in the code to lock the door. Hopefully, with a bit of luck, BeatBox wouldn't think to look for him in here, because if he did, then the lock wouldn't be much help at all. BeatBox was an expert code-breaker and hacker, and cracking the combination for a simple door lock would be a piece of oil-cake to him. Trying not to think about that possible scenario, Wavelength wound his way through the narrow paths between the crates, both large and small, that filled the storage room, until he reached the very back, hidden from sight thanks to the crates, and with a sigh he leaned against the wall, slumping to the floor.

"Primus...that was too close for comfort," the gray mech murmured to himself. "I just hope BeatBox doesn't find me..." He felt an upsurge of annoyance towards the aqua-green and yellow mech for putting him in this position. If he had just left him alone, he could have been back in his room right now, using his meditation exercises to subdue his heat-cycle, like he always did. But no, he had to be a nosy fragger instead, and look at where that got him: hiding in a storage room set far back into the Elite Guard base, far away from the sanctuary of his room. Thanks a lot, BeatBox...

Sighing with irritation, Wavelength rubbed at his temples, trying without success to ignore the throbbing sensation between his legs. Mentally blaming BeatBox for putting him into such a state, the gray speedster took a few deep, calming intakes and straightened himself up, settling down into a meditative posture with the hopes that he could salvage the situation and be able to use his mantra of 'I am a logical and calm cyber-ninja, not an interface-depraved, malfunctioning glitch-head' to try and subdue his heat-cycle. However, much to his enormous displeasure and frustration, his mind just couldn't focus on the task at hand. Instead, visions of BeatBox kept flitting through his CPU, and this had the effect of making his port throb worse than ever. Finally, after enduring ten frustrating minutes of this madness with practically no hope in sight, Wavelength felt as though he had no other choice. He would have to pleasure himself, and that was something he was loathe to do. After all, he worked so hard on avoiding any form of interface-based pleasure during his heat-cycle, and he felt like he was just surrendering to his body's wild urges.

"I hate this, oh Primus, how I hate this..." Wavelength grumbled as he leaned back against the wall, hesitating for a moment before reaching down between his legs and lightly stroking his pelvic plating. Biting his lip hard to hold back a hiss of pleasure, his groin grew hotter than ever as a quick fantasy of BeatBox caressing him down in between his legs flashed through his CPU, causing a low moan to escape his vocalizer as his cable throbbed demandingly within the confines of his plating, aching to be released. He allowed his plating to slide back, and almost instantly his cable slid free from its housing, fully tumescent and leaking lubricant from the tip.No longer trapped behind his plating, he had instant relief, but the fact was that he still had a very stiff cable to deal with, and he had to tend to it.

"A-Ahhh...ohhh..." Wavelength shuddered and gasped as he trailed his claws gently down his cable, feeling it twitch and throb in response. After a few more kliks of teasing himself like this, he finally cupped his aching mech-hood within his servo and started to fist himself slowly, going at a careful pace so that he wouldn't nick himself with his claws by accident. As he sank into the pleasure, he failed to hear the door of the store room slide open, and he also failed to hear the sounds of somebody entering the room, and walk on tip-pedes towards his hiding place. And because his optics were shuttered tightly closed as he pumped his cable with increasing speed, he failed to catch a glimpse of the intruder as he rounded the corner and saw just what he was doing to himself, or when he quickly ducked behind a crate to avoid detection. The only thing that mattered to him right now was to achieve an overload so that terrible ache would finally go away, and then everything would be alright again...

~~

BeatBox couldn't believe what he had just seen with his own two optics. He had never imagined that he would catch Wavelength doing something so intimate to his own body. Is this why he had wanted to be left alone? No...he sensed that there was more to this than met the optic sensors, and he was determined to find out just what it was.

Cautiously, he poked his head from around the crate and watched as Wavelength arched his back, his mouth falling open in a silent moan, his servo moving at a feverish pace as he pumped his erect cable. The Scion mech licked his lips, getting a voyeuristic thrill as he watched Wavelength pleasure himself. He felt his own cable bump against his pelvic plating, demanding to be released, but he ignored it as he watched Wavelength. He couldn't believe how erotic the normally introverted and serious-natured mech looked right now, with his plating dewed with condensation, his pale face-plates flushed with pleasure, and sweet Primus, the soft little moans and gasps coming from him were out of this world. BeatBox bit his lip to stifle a moan of his own as his body grew hot from the erotic display, and it was all he could do not to gasp out loud as he watched Wavelength slide his servo down lower, and penetrate his own port with his claws, keening softly with bliss. The pressure within his pelvic armor became unbearable, and he shuddered as he felt lubricant starting to drip down from the seams. More than anything, he wanted to go to Wavelength and 'face him like he had never 'faced him before, but he was certain that the speedster would react very badly if he was caught in such a state.

"B-BeatBox..." Wavelength gasped, causing the aqua-green and yellow mech to twitch in shock. Oh Primus, did he know that he was there?! He ducked back behind the crate, his spark hammering wildly. He was sure that any second now, the gray speedster would jump up and approach him, and would very likely hurt him for spying on him while he was servicing himself. But, instead of that happening, Wavelength moaned out, "U-Uuhhnnn...BeatBox, oh Primus...ahhhnnn~" It was only then that BeatBox realized that Wavelength was fantasizing about him, and the very idea that his beau was having erotic daydreams that included him was enough to embolden the other mech. He wanted to make Wavelength's fantasy a reality. After all, he thought with a slight grin as he carefully emerged from behind the crate, interfacing is always better when you had a partner to share the pleasure with.

~~

Wavelength was so deep in the ecstasy that he couldn't focus on or hear anything else around him. His cable throbbed with need, practically begging him to let it erupt in the blissful pleasure of overload. He sighed softly, optics shut as within his mind, he envisioned that BeatBox was there with him, and he was the one slowly pumping his digits in and out of his aching port. A low moan escaped his vocalizer as he imagined the Scion mech ghosting his lips over his in a teasingly chaste kiss, and he ran the claws of his free servo over his mouth to add stimulation to his fantasy. His whole body craved BeatBox's touch like a drug, and his fantasy was so real that he could almost feel him...

Suddenly, servos that weren't his own brushed over his lips, and his optics flew open to find BeatBox kneeling in front of him. A strangled gurgle of shock and embarrassment emerged from his vocalizer, and his face-plates changed from white to almost the same exact shade of purple as his older brother, Nightflash, within the span of three seconds.

"O-Oh, slag..." Wavelength whimpered, staring at the other mech with wide optics. BeatBox had found him, just as he had feared! His first and foremost instinct was to get up and get the Pit outta there, but his body refused to obey him, a victim of his cursed heat- cycle. Whatever BeatBox did now, he would be at his mercy.

"Primus, Wavie...you have any idea how hot and sexy ya look when you pleasure yourself?" BeatBox purred, and as Wavelength mouthed wordlessly like a fish out of water, he dipped his servo down and skimmed his fingers over Wavelength's cable, stroking the tip gently and wringing a deep moan of bliss from the gray speedster. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against the panting mech's horn-like audio, causing him to twitch and moan again as he trailed his glossa along the base of the sensitive unit. "I got so hot watchin' ya workin' your cable and port, Wavie. You have no idea how badly I want ya right now~"

"B-BeatBox..." Wavelength moaned and whimpered as BeatBox's servo delivered frustratingly chaste touches to his throbbing mech-hood, his port aching in sympathy. He whined softly as he felt lubricant dripping from both his cable and his port, coating the Scion mech's digits in the warm, slippery fluid, and he almost lost it when he felt the other mech dip his servo down to rim his port with a slick digit before pushing the tip inside, causing his interal sensors to flare. "A-Ahhh!! Uunnghh...BeatBox, please...I n-need you, right--ahh--now..."

"Mmmm...ya sure don't beat around the bush, don't ya, Wavie?" BeatBox chuckled, pushing his finger in deeper and making a gentle 'come here' motion inside of him, and he took delight in the way Wavelength spasmed and just let out a delicious-sounding moan of pure pleasure. Leaning back slightly, he allowed his pelvic plating to slide back at last, thus freeing his own erect cable, and he grinned like a cheshire cyber-cat at the way the gray speedster's face-plates light up like a traffic light. "Mmmm, like what ya see, Wavie?" He took the other mech's wrist and guided his servo to his groin, shuddering pleasantly as the younger mech's claws brushed against his cable. "Touch me, Wavie~ I want ya to make me feel good, too."

Wavelength swallowed hard, his optics riveted to BeatBox's exposed cable. His nasal sensors could detect the sweet, distinctive tang of the Scion mech's lubricant, and it made his mouth water. He wanted to touch and stroke that erect girth with his claws, he wanted to take it into his mouth and work it like a fine piece of energon candy, and most important of all, he wanted to feel that cable push inside his empty, aching port, stretching and filling him as it pushed in and out of his burning body, gliding against all his most secret sensors and pleasure nodes. Pushing aside all his inhibitions, he wrapped his clawed digits around his beau's erect mech-hood, and when he was encouraged with a pleased moan from BeatBox, he began to fist the other mech, slowly at first but quickly picking up the tempo to match the thrusts of BeatBox's fingers into his leaking port.

"A-Ahhh...oh Primus...ohh...mmmm...t-that feels so good, Wavie...ahhhn..." BeatBox groaned, lazily thrusting his hips into Wavelength's palm, easing another finger inside the gray mech, making him spasm and cry out.

"Nnngh! Ahh! B-BeatBox...getting me so h-hot...ahh!" Wavelength whined, rocking against the digits that were buried in his leaking port, trying to push them even deeper. "Need more...ahhhnn...feels w-wonderful...mmmmmm~"

Both mechs moaned at the pleasure they were inflicting upon each other, and their moans were silenced temporarily when the brightly-colored Scion mech leaned forward to capture Wavelength's lips in a heated kiss, to which the gray speedster responded to with an almost indecent enthusiasm. Their glossas slithered and intertwined against each other like mating serpents, sending white-hot flares of bliss shooting straight into their interface units that made them clutch at each other tightly, panting and moaning into each other's mouths, until Wavelength reluctantly drew himself away so that the both of them could cycle some cool air into their ventilation systems, their face-plates both flushed a deep crimson from intense arousal.

"Unnnhhh...B-BeatBox, please...oh P-Primus, I want you...inside me..." Wavelength moaned softly, grasping his thighs with his servos and spreading his slender legs wide apart, fully presenting himself to the older mech. BeatBox's earlier attentions to his port had caused it to become slick with lubricant, and even as the Scion mech watched with lust-filled optics, more of the pearly fluid leaked out from the tiny opening to form a small pool on the floor. "I'm so h-hot...aaahhhh...I need you, right n-now...I want to overload with you i-inside me..."

Almost overloading on the spot from the erotic sight, BeatBox swiftly eased himself into position, gently gripping the lithe mech's thighs and holding them open as he rubbed the head of his cable against Wavelength's entrance. Wavelength almost lost it at the feel of smooth, heated metal rubbing against his outer sensors, and he growled, "Nngh...just p-push it right in me, I need this so bad. Please, h-hurry..."

"Shhh, I'm here for ya, Wavie~" BeatBox murmured soothingly, then with a single thrust of his hips his cable slid inside of Wavelength's hot, slick port, right up to the hilt. The sudden, deep penetration proved to be too much for the aroused speedster in his condition; he overloaded without any warning, optics squeezed tightly shut and mouth open to let out a shuddering cry of ecstasy as his transfluid spurted from his cable in jets, splattering all over both of their frames. Wavelength collapsed back against the wall, gasping raggedly as he fought to regain control of his senses. BeatBox, on the other hand, was rather put-out at his beau's immediate overload, and he stared at the gasping mech with both astonishment and mild disappointment written on his face-plates, his cable still buried inside the speedster's port.

"Bwuh...but--but I haven't even...I never even got started yet..." BeatBox groaned, sure that Wavelength would be too tired after that unexpected overload for him to want to continue. However, to his surprise, Wavelength managed to unshutter his optics, and with a soft moan he started grinding his hips against his, causing spasms of pleasure to fire up within his groin.

"Nngh...don't s-stop...I still need you, B-BeatBox," Wavelength moaned, his still-erect cable dribbling with fresh lubricant. "Please...I'm so h-hot...I need you s-so bad...please..."

BeatBox grinned with relief, glad to see that this wasn't over yet, and without further ado he began rocking his hips against Wavelength, groaning with pleasure as the gray mech's hot, silken port clenched and rippled around him. Wavelength leaned back against the wall, moaning deeply as he lifted his hips to meet every thrust. Hissing softly at a particularly tight clench of Wavelength's port around his mech-hood, BeatBox reached for the speedster's cable and began to pump it slowly, the rivers of lubricant dripping from the head making it easy for his servo to slide up and down the heated shaft.

"Ungh...P-Primus, Wave...you have a-any--nnnnffff--idea how slaggin' hot you...ooohhnnn...look right now?" BeatBox gasped, increasing the pace of his thrusts slightly, causing the other mech to spasm and whimper as his cable brushed against a cluster of pleasure nodes inside him.

"Ahh! Uuhnn! B-BeatBox...oh Primus...f-frag me, BeatBox! I want--oohhh--you to frag me hard! Ahh!" Wavelength cried out, wrapping both his legs over the Scion mech's hips, pushing him even deeper into his aching port. "F-Frag me until I can't even---NNGHH--think straight for a d-deca-cycle!"

Hearing his beau cry out in such a frenzy of lust, BeatBox let out an animalistic snarl and began to slam his hips hard against the other mech, taking his words to spark. "N-NNNNGHH!! Fraggin' Primus, Wave! Aaaaahh!! You're so h-hot and sexy when ya beg for me! I'm gonna--UNNNFFFF--make ya overload so hard, you'll see stars!"

"AAAAHH!! Y-YES!! BEATBOX, L-LIKE THAT!! UNNGHHH!! OH P-PRIMUS!!" Wavelength screamed and bucked wildly as BeatBox's cable glided against his most tactile sensors, driving him closer and closer to the edge. His release finally came when the Scion mech's cable managed to plunge in deep enough to hit his sweet-spot, and he spasmed and jerked as he howled out his overload, not caring if anybody heard him. His pleasure heightened even further when BeatBox, overwhelmed from the sensation of his port clamping down around his cable, overloaded deep inside him, flooding his internals with hot lubricant. They remained locked in the throes of passion for what seemed like an eternity, then BeatBox let out a groan and fell back onto his aft, pulling himself free from Wavelength and gasping as if he had run a dozen miles.

"A-Ahhh...haaah....oh man, that was intense...ahhhh..." BeatBox shuttered his optics, his intakes cycling rapidly. "Mmmmm...was it good for ya, Wavie? .......Wavie?" BeatBox onlined his optics when he didn't get a reply, and he got the shock of his life when he saw the gray speedster nestled between his spread legs. Before he could so much as get the chance to ask what Wavelength was doing, the younger mech gently grasped his limp mech-hood within his servo and began to lap up the coating of lubricant on it, making soft little mewling sounds as he did so.

"O-Ohh! Wavie...a-ahhh..." BeatBox moaned, fingers curling against the floor as Wavelength's slick glossa began to tease his cable back into hardness. He tilted his helm back and whimpered as the gray mech ran his glossa over the tip of his mech-hood, licking away the fresh lubricant that was leaking out from the small slit, and he moaned louder than ever when Wavelength drew the entire girth into his mouth, bobbing his helm as he sucked and lapped at the heated metal. BeatBox shuddered pleasurably and rested his servo on the back of his beau's helm, gently encouraging him to continue. "Nnngh...ahh...oh P-Primus, Wave. Mmmmm...that feels so g-good...unnhhh..."

Wavelength moaned around the cable in his mouth, drinking down the sweet-tasting lubricant that continued to leak out. As he tended to BeatBox's cable, he reached down in between his legs and began to pump his throbbing length in time with the bobs of his helm. Primus, even after two overloads, one right after the other, he was still feeling as horny as petro-rabbit pumped up on lust-pills; his whole body craved the mech sitting before him, craved him in every way imaginable. He didn't know what he wanted more, to feel the older mech pounding into his aching port again, or to suck him off into a processor-blowing overload, and drink down his hot transfluid. The latter option won out when BeatBox let out a deep groan, and a fresh spurt of lubricant dribbled out from the cable in his mouth and onto his glossa, making him crave more. He began to suck on the heated length with more force, and with each bob of his helm he pushed more and more of the other mech's cable into his mouth, until he was practically deep-throating BeatBox's cable right up to the hilt. BeatBox's moans began to rise in pitch, a sure sign that he was fast approaching his overload, and he upped the anty even further by humming around the cable to create a steady vibration.

"U-UNNGH! Oh Primus fraggit, Wavie! I'm gonna...gonna o-overloooooooad! NNNNNGAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" BeatBox howled at the top of his voice, his body going stiff as the pleasure of release hit him like a tsunami, so intense that he was all but paralyzed by it. The hot lubricant that burst out from his cable was eagerly gulped down by Wavelength, who almost choked in the effort to swallow it all down. BeatBox tasted almost as sweet as his step-father's wax truffle's, and he couldn't help but let out a disappointed whine when the flow of lubricant slowed down to a trickle, then stopped altogether. It still wasn't enough for him, he wanted even more.

"B-BeatBox..." Wavelength moaned breathily as he straddled the gasping mech and claimed his lips in a kiss so he could taste himself upon his glossa, and he let out a mewl as he started to grind his hips against the brightly-colored Autobot, his leaking port brushing against BeatBox's cable and sending tingles of bliss right up his spinal strut. He grabbed hold of the older mech's servo and guided it to his groin, where his rigid length was trapped between their abdominal regions, and he made BeatBox take his cable into his servo to pump and stroke it. "A-Ahhh...yes, uuhhnnn..."

Although BeatBox was a pretty-laid back mech by nature and wasn't one to take things for granted (and in the Scion-transforming mech's mind, what was happening right now between him and Wavelength was as pretty fragging good as it could get), he couldn't help but feel the first stirrings of suspicion, which began to overpower his feelings of lust for the gray speedster. He had never seen this side of Wavelength before; he was acting as if had somehow gotten jacked up on Cybertroninan lust-pills. Normally, the gray speedster was usually good for up to two rounds of interfacing in one go before he called it quits due to being utterly spent, but right now he couldn't seem to get enough of him. Even having one overload right after the other didn't result in his lover getting tired at all. It was almost as if...nah, it couldn't be. He would have found out about it before now. But then again, Wavelength was very good at keeping secrets. But even so...could it really be possible? There was nothing else to it...

"P-Primus Wavie...mmm! I'd s-swear you had some sorta heat-glitch goin' on right now, you're so--nnghhh--horny..." BeatBox moaned out as nonchalantly as he possibly could, while Wavelength was busy laving his glossa along his wing-like audios, the slick appendage doing wonders in making his cable grow achingly hard once more. But the very instant he uttered the word 'heat-glitch', the gray speedster gasped aloud and jerked back from him, staring at him with comically huge optics that would have made the brightly-colored mech burst out laughing had not Wavelength had suddenly gone as stiff as if he had just been blasted by one of Blitzwing's ice-cannons, with an expression on his alabaster face-plates that combined shock, fear, and embarrassed anger.

"How...how did you know? How did you know about that?!" Wavelength demanded as soon as he had recovered the ability to speak, his voice rising in pitch and wavering quite audibly, as if he was struggling to hold back tears. BeatBox felt his mouth drop open; in that moment he now understood why Wavelength had been trying to avoid him today and why he was all over him now like Freefall on a platter of unattended wax truffles, and he felt like an absolute jack-aft for bringing up what was obviously a very touchy subject to the speedster in such a thoughtless manner.

"I-I'm sorry, Wavie. It's just...I had never seen ya act like this before, and..." BeatBox waffled hopelessly for a good enough apology to his beau, but he could find nothing. Instead, he gave the upset speedster a 'I'm really and truely sorry' sort of gaze and reached upwards to gently stroke his cheek, murmuring softly, "I really didn't know...I was half jokin' back there, I really was. I didn't mean to upset ya."

Wavelength, though still quite distraught, could see that BeatBox was telling the truth in the fact that he didn't know about his condition, and that he was genuinely sorry. This helped to relax him, and he placed his clawed servo over BeatBox's own that was stillon his cheek, murmuring in a quiet voice, "It's alright. It's just, well...you took me by surprise there." He lowered his gaze and let out a bitter snort. "I'm not exactly proud to have this accursed glitch, considering that it came from Shockwave...my father." Wavelength spat out the last word as if it was something loathsome and unspeakably vile, and his optics began to smoulder. "It's bad enough that his coding exists within me, without having one of his foul glitches being passed on to me as well."

BeatBox understood the hatred and animosity that Wavelength felt towards Shockwave, having learned the story about how he had captured Wavelength's mother, Blurr, and had forced a spark-merge on him when all other acts of interrogation had failed, and this had the unexpected effect of impregnating Blurr with his sparkling. The fact that Wavelength was Shockwave's son meant nothing to the Scion-mech; he loved Wavelength for who he was, and he had proved his love for the gray speedster time and time again. And right now was no exception as he gently cupped Wavelength's chin in his servo and tilted his helm up so they could meet each other's gaze, and he spoke softly, "Wavie, I could care less if'n you had a hundred different glitches in your codin'. That will never change the fact that I love ya with all my spark, and that I always wanna be with ya." His lips twitched into a smile of gentle amusement. "You're one of a kind, Wave-to-the-Length, and you mean everythin' to me."

"B-BeatBox..." Wavelength stammered, blinking furiously as he felt his optics start to prickle ominously. Primus, how could BeatBox be so understanding and accepting towards him? He could recall how difficult it had been to finally tell him the story about his past, and he had been sure the brightly-colored mech would be revolted to know that he was the offspring of one of Megatron's most loyal and trusted servants. Instead, BeatBox had continued to stay by his side, and had told him that, despite his origins, he did not see him as Shockwave's son. He saw him as just Wavelength, the quiet and serious young speedster who had touched his spark in a special way and was willing to be his best friend and his lover both, and no matter what he would always be by his side, through thick and thin.

Suddenly overwhelmed with a powerful burst of love and feeling for BeatBox, Wavelength flung his arms around the older mech's shoulders and burrowed his face-plates against the smooth black metal of BeatBox's neck, his slim frame trembling slightly as he embraced BeatBox as if he never wanted to let him go. "Oh, BeatBox...I don't deserve someone as wonderful and accepting as you," he murmured into the other mech's audio. "You're so tolerant when it comes to me...why is that?"

BeatBox smiled slightly and rubbed the small of Wavelength's back, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his beau's helm. "I guess it's because I love ya so much, Wavie. I'm willin' to accept anythin' you throw at me, whether it be the fact you're Shockwave's kid or that you've got a heat-glitch. Er...and speakin' about the heat-glitch..." BeatBox suddenly became very aware of the fact that his beau's cable, still exposed and aroused, was pressed up against his abdominal plating, and his own cable was dangerously close to taking the plunge inside of Wavelength's exposed port. "Err...do you still want me to help ya deal with it, or would you rather...?" He trailed away, leaving his offer dangling for the other mech. Wavelength flushed slightly when BeatBox reminded him of his current condition, but he looked up and gave the other mech an inviting smile, leaning in close to brush his white lips over BeatBox's slate-colored ones in a kiss, teasingly chaste at first, but he slowly began to deepen it until, with a parting of his lips, he granted the brightly-colored mech access to the inside of his mouth, to which BeatBox responded passionately, easing his glossa inside to deliver sweet oral pleasure to the other mech.

"Mmmmm...I'll take that as an invitation then," BeatBox purred when they finally broke the kiss to snatch a quick intake, and he smiled lovingly at the younger mech. Wavelength couldn't resist smiling back at him, then he pulled BeatBox into another kiss. BeatBox returned the kiss willingly, and he reached up to gently stroke and fondle one of Wavelength's horn-like audios, swallowing down the moan Wavelength made from the stimulation to the sensitive unit. When he felt the speedster's hot and achingly hard cable sliding against him, he reached down with his other servo and cupped the length in his palm, slowly fisting the speedster and causing his beau to twitch and moan with ecstasy.

"B-BeatBoooooox..." Wavelength let out a particularly drawn out moan when the other mech gave the tip of his leaking cable a lingering stroke that sent jolts of pleasure racing up and down his spinal strut. His body ached to feel BeatBox's cable inside his port once more, and after repositioning his hips slightly he was rewarded with the sensation of the Scion-mech's hard mech-hood sliding inside him, and he moaned happily at the sense of utter completion. But he wanted even more of BeatBox, much more.

Moaning softly as he rocked his hips against BeatBox's, completely lost in the pleasurable sensation of the other mech stimulating his audios and cable, his chest-plates slid back seemingly on their own accord, suddenly bathing the aqua-green and yellow mech in the soft blue light of his exposed spark. "Nnn...BeatBox, spark-merge with me? Please? I w-want all of you, I need you so bad..." Wavelength pleaded, letting out a soft whine as his spark began to pull for BeatBox's spark, which was tantalizingly close and was only separated by the barrier of the Scion mech's chest-plates. "I want you...I l-love you."

"I...ahh..." BeatBox stared at Wavelength with wide optics, suddenly at a loss. He could feel his own spark beginning to pull for Wavelength's own life-force, and normally he wouldn't have hesitated to do a merge with Wavelength...had this just been a normai interface. But he had read about how heat-glitches affected the mechs and femmes that suffered through them, and basically the whole point of mech or femme going through a heat-cycle was to ensure the chance of a successful pregnancy taking place during a spark-merge with their partner. If he merged his spark with Wavelength's while he was still in heat, it was almost certain that the speedster would get pregnant from it, and that was something he didn't want to risk, not right now, at least. He loved Wavelength with all his spark, and he hoped to ask the gray mech to be his mate one day when they were older, and they could have sparklings then...but right now was not the time for it. If Wavelength got pregnant, everyone would find out they had been interfacing, and all slag would break loose. It was not a pretty picture to imagine, especially if Wavelength's older half-brother, Freefall, was in it. Although the azure seeker was normally friendly and was considered to be an everyday nice-guy, he also had a bit of a temper and was protective towards his little brothers; BeatBox could only imagine what sort of reaction Freefall would go through if he should find out that he had been interfacing his younger half-brother, and he inwardly cringed at the mental pictures of Freefall going totally ballistic on his aft as punishment for deflowering his sibling.

"BeatBox? What's wrong? Don't you...want to merge with me?" Wavelength's voice snapped him out of his distracted thoughts, and he met the lithe speedster's concerned gaze, wondering how he was going to refuse his beau's need for a spark-merge, seeing how desperately he wanted it at that moment.

"Wave, I...I know you wanna merge with me right now, and believe me, I wanna do it, too. But we can't, not right now," BeatBox sighed, and he hated the way Wavelength's face-plates crumpled upon hearing this. He reached forward and stroked the speedster's cheek gently for a moment before continuing, "It's not that I don't love you enough to wanna merge with you, it's just that...I don't wanna risk getting ya pregnant, cuz of your whole heat-cycle thing."

Wavelength sighed and leaned further into the Scion mech's warm palm, knowing that BeatBox was right. But knowing that he was right about not wanting to risk getting him pregnant didn't do anything to stop the urge, the desperate need to perform a spark-merge with the other mech right now. He ached to feel BeatBox's lifeforce merging with with his spark, and the fact that it currently wasn't safe to do so made him feel deprived and frustrated. But salvation came to him in an unexpected form as BeatBox tilted him back slightly, thus allowing him to bend his helm down until it was level with Wavelength's exposed spark. "B-BeatBox? What are you doing...?" the gray speedster stuttered, not entirely sure what the older mech's intentions were.

"If I can't give ya a spark-merge, Wavie, at the very least I can give ya the next best thing," BeatBox replied, before leaning in close to trail his lips over Wavelength's spark, causing the other mech to gasp and arch his back at the sudden jolt of pleasure that coursed through his circuits. "Are ya up for a lil' spark-oral, my beautiful Wavelength?"

"O-Ohh...yes~" Wavelength moaned in pleasured acquiescence, his optics fluttering closed as his beau began to fully explore his spark with his lips and glossa, caressing his pulsing life-force with every ounce of skill his talented mouth possessed. Panting and mewling with bliss, he resumed rocking his hips against BeatBox's, trembling with ecstasy as the other mech's cable glided against his most tactile sensors within his slick port. "U-Uuhhhnnnn...oh my Primus...h-hahhhhh...so g-good...ooohhhh~"

"Mmmmm...P-Primus, Wavie...ahhhh. You're so h-hot," BeatBox moaned and gasped as his beau's port clenched and rippled around his cable, completely lost in the sensation of being enveloped by the soft, slick heat of the speedster's valve. "And your spark...ooh, so beautiful and warm..." The Scion mech cooed as tendrils of energy from Wavelength's spark curled and flickered against his lips, and he experienced a warm, tingly sensation when he gently licked the glowing orb. Resting his servos on Wavelength's hips, he helped the younger speedster to ride his cable as he began to hum softly against Wavelength's spark, and the vibration nearly drove the gray mech wild.

"U-Uhhhuunnn! BeatBox--!" Wavelength cried out in a choked voice, his body growing even hotter as a powerful overload began to build up rapidly within him. Panting and whimpering, he increased the pace of his hips further, frantically pushing his throbbing spark against his beau's warm mouth, desperate for more pleasure. He screamed in ecstasy when BeatBox, sensing his need to overload, began to flick his glossa rapidly over his spark, which was beginning to turn blindingly white from the level of pent-up energy that would be released instantly upon overloading. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Primus, so c-close!! Ohh! Give it to me! Unngh!!"

"Y-You got it, Wavie baby!" BeatBox moaned, pistoning his hips hard against the wailing speedster's as he all but literally devoured the white-hot spark, shuddering as the waves of the intense energy began to filter into his mouth and caused his whole body tingle. "Ohh! Ahhh! So h-hot! Unngh! C-Can't last much longer--!!"

"Y-Yes! I want you to--NNNNNGHH--overload inside me! MMMMMMM!! F-Fill me up with your lubricant, I n-need it! AAAAAHH!!" Wavelength cried, Wrapping his arms around the older mech's helm to keep his mouth pressed firmly against his spark. "S-Slag! So good, so Primus-fragging GOOD!!"

"W-Wavelength! Aaaagh!! Oh Primus, I love you! I LOVE YOU!!" BeatBox howled as, with one hard thrust, his cable struck his beau's deepest and most senstive nodes, and the speedster instantly fell headfirst right into one of the most powerful overloads he had ever endured.

"BEATBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOX!!!" Wavelength shrieked like a space-banshee as he slammed his hips up and down against his lover, desperate to make his overload last as long as possible. BeatBox in turn shuddered and clutched the writhing mech close to him, still working frantically at his beau's rapidly pulsing spark, and Wavelength let out a fresh scream as another overload, even stronger than the first, exploded out of him with the force of a small bomb. And almost as soon as that one was over, yet another overload ripped through him, and another, until the gray speedster thought he was going to go offline from the sheer, overwhelming bliss. He gave one last hoarse, strangled cry as BeatBox followed him in release, and he felt the Scion mech's hot transfluid flood the inside of his port to the point of overflowing, and his lover gave cry to his own shriek of pure release, to mingle with his own wails of pleasure, almost in perfect harmony with each other.

Panting and gasping raggedly, their bodies radiating so much heat that the air around them shimmered and danced, the two young Autobots collapsed against each other in a tangled, sticky heap on the floor, holding onto each other as if it meant that one or the other would die if they let go. They lay there for what seemed like an eternity and a day, recovering from the wild experience they had just endured. No words were spoken at first; they weren't needed, and for a while they were perfectly content to just hold each other, basking in the wonderful afterglow of their interfacing.

Finally, Wavelength broke the silence as he nuzzled his face-plates tiredly against his beau's neck cables. "Mmmm...BeatBox, that was...thank you~"

"You're welcome, Wavie. I take it ya feel better now?" BeatBox pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Wavelength's helm, languidly stroking a servo down the speedster's hip and making the younger mech shiver against him at his touch.

"Yes, I feel much better now. I think my heat-cyle is starting to fade away, thank Primus," Wavelength said, stifling a sleepy yawn as he felt recharge tugging at his CPU. He felt languorously exhausted from all the overloads, and would have willingly fallen into the welcoming arms of recharge right then and there with BeatBox cradling him in his arms, covered in their cooling lubricants, lying onthe floor of the store-room, separated from all the rest of the Autobots living in the Elite Guard base. "Mmmm...I'm so tired."

"Mmmm, I'm pretty worn out, too. But before ya fall asleep, ya wanna risk goin' out to take a quick rinse in the wash-racks?" BeatBox inquired. "Lube's pretty darn tricky to get off once it dries on ya and all that." He smiled and pressed a kiss to his beau's soft

while lips when he let out a sleepy protest. "It won't take too long, and afterwards I'll carry ya back to your room so you can sleep on your nice, comfortable berth, rather than a hard, cold floor. Does that sound good to ya, Wavie darlin'?"

"Hmmm...alright then," Wavelength murmured in assent, finding the logic in the older Autobot's suggestion. He gave BeatBox a lazy smile and pressed a soft kiss to the Scion mech's lips. "But in return, you'll have to carry me to the wash-racks as well, if you're so keen on going about with me in your arms."

BeatBox chuckled and gave his beau's helm a fond rub. "Whatever ya want, my darlin' Wave-to-the-Length. For you, I'd do just about anythin', save for weldin' my interface panel shut." He shuddered and made a face at the thought, which made Wavelength smile and chuckle.

"Oh, Primus forbid that! I don't like the idea of you welding your panel shut, either. But luckily for the both of us, you don't have to go that far to prove your love to me, BeatBox." Wavelength said, then pressed another kiss to his beau's lips before sitting upright. "Now that you've mentioned having a shower, I'm rather looking forward to it. Let's go now, BeatBox."

"Okay, Wavie," BeatBox grinned, and after getting back onto his pedes and helping Wavelength up, he swept the younger mech up into his arms, as promised, and proceeded to carry him out to their rendezvous in the wash-racks, the both of them eager to get nice and clean again.

~~

After sharing a pleasantly warm shower together, helping each other to get clean (and sharing a few tender kisses and gentle caresses while standing under the spray of water), the two young Autobots returned back to Wavelength's room, and at the gray speedster's insistence, BeatBox joined him on the berth so they could cuddle and remain close to each other.

"You're not worried about your parents or your bro's droppin' in on us, Wavie?" BeatBox asked his beau as the two of them got into a position where they could spoon against each other, and it was also the perfect position for him to nuzzle and kiss the speedster's slim neck cables.

"I'm not too concerned. I think we're safe for the time being, BeatBox," Wavelength reassured him. "Besides, I locked my door, so we don't have to worry about anybody entering my room without having to announce their presence first."

"That's good to know," BeatBox grinned, settling back with a sleepy yawn. The hot shower, coupled with the epic interface session he had with the gray speedster, left him feeling tired, and he was all up for a quick nap. "Mmmm...love ya, Wavie~"

"I love you too, BeatBox. And thank you again, for helping me," Wavelength murmured, his own optic shutters drooping shut.

"Mmm...no prob, Wavie. I'd do it again if ya needed it...I'd do anythin' for ya," BeatBox whispered, reaching for Wavelength's servo to hold in his, and before ten kliks had passed, the pair had drifted off into recharge, peacefully content.

~~

BeatBox would never know just how long he had spent recharging with Wavelength on his berth, but he was brought out of said recharge when he felt something warm, soft, and slightly moist trailing across his face-plates, concentrating especially on his lips. The Scion mech squirmed and mumbled as he slowly drifted out of recharge, and when he unshuttered his optics, he saw what had disturbed him: Wavelength has rolled over to face him and was now kissing him, softly yet insistently. Upon seeing that he had woken the brightly-colored mech, Wavelength purred with approval and cupped the back of BeatBox's helm, pulling him into a deep kiss, and the older mech did not object to it, responding to it with the same amount of warmth and feeling.

"Mmmmmmm...well now, that's a nice way to wake somebot up. Didja have a nice nap, Wavie?" BeatBox grinned at his beau, but when he attempted to sit up he was dragged back down and kissed again, and his gasp of surprise was cut off when Wavelength's glossa slipped past his lips and into his mouth, and the aqua-green and yellow Autobot moaned when he felt his beau's claws trail across his chassis, the pointed tips dipping into his seams and causing pleasure to race through his circuits like lightning bolts.

"BeatBox..." Wavelength moaned in a way that immediately brought the Scion mech to attention, and when he drew back slightly to give BeatBox a chance to catch a much-needed intake, it also allowed the other mech to notice the heated flush to his white face-plates, and how his azure optics had deepened in color to a shade of indigo, which was an immediate indicator of intense arousal. "BeatBox, I think...I think my heat-cycle's acting up again."

"Hmmm, so I've noticed," BeatBox remarked seriously, but the slight grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth ruined any other attempts at keeping a serious air. "What do ya think we should do about it, Wavie?"

A lascivious smile crossed Wavelength's normally serious face-plates, and he trailed a sensual claw down his beau's chassis as he seemed to ponder the question. "Well, since you did such an excellent job in taking care of my 'little problem' back there in the storage room, so I was wondering if you're up to taking care of me again, right now."

"You've got no objections from me on that, Wavie baby~" BeatBox smiled, then rolled over onto his back as Wavelength proceeded to straddle him. As the gray speedster bent down to kiss him, he couldn't help but inquire, "Er, one question before we get to the fun stuff. Just how long does your heat-cyle normally last?"

"It usually lasts anywhere between twenty-four to forty-eight hours, give or take," Wavelength answered promptly, nibbling gently at BeatBox's black neck cables. "I do hope you'll be able to hold out for that long, BeatBox, for my sake."

"Wow, between one or two days, eh?" BeatBox figured that after Wavelength's heat-cyle had passed and this was all over, he probably won't be able to get it up for a while, but right now the idea of being able to tend to his beloved beau's physical needs would make any lingering side-effects completely worth it. "We'd have to go 'bout this real carefully now. The last thing we need is your parents, or anybody else for that matter, to catch us at it."

"We'll be extra careful, don't worry," Wavelength reassured him. "You can tend to me right now, and later tonight, when everyone's gone to their rooms to recharge, you can come back and give me some more of your tender, loving care."

"We'd have to be careful not too make too much noise, then," BeatBox grinned, excited at the prospect of having a midnight romp with Wavelength.

"We could always sneak back to the store room and do it there, if you're concerned about making too much noise," Wavelength quipped, which made BeatBox laugh.

"Sounds good to me, Wave-to-the-Length. I love it when ya let your wild side run free," BeatBox grinned warmly at the speedster.

Wavelength smiled back, then claimed the Scion mech's lips in another kiss. "Mmm, I know you do. Hence I indulge you. Now, where were we...?"

"I do believe we were about to go for round-two of the interfacin' game, Wavie~" BeatBox purred, placing both servos on the gray speedster's slim hips.

"Why yes, I believe we were," Wavelength grinned, and without further ado, the two young Autobots proceeded to indulge in the pleasure of exploring each other's bodies, reveling in the depths of the sheer amount of love and desire they felt for each other, savoring every moment as if it were a priceless memory.

In truth, they made quite an unusual couple; the serious, quiet and introverted speedster, and the happy-go-lucky, cheerful, energetic Scion-former, but as the saying goes, opposites always attract. And anybody who saw them together could not doubt that they were truely meant to be. Their love for each other was proof of that enough, and neither of them doubted that they would always remain together, until the end of their days.

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