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If history's proven anything it's that Flashpoint is full of terrible ideas. And this is a truly terrible idea. Except it's also the best idea as far as her body (and some other part her that she's going to casually deny the existence of) is concerned. Hey, if she lives through this she'll have some pretty awesome bragging right though right? That's kinda how Flashpoint rolls with all the dumb ideas that put her life on the line.

So yeah, she doesn't need much more of a rationalization than that, especially when she can feel his dentae close around a fuel line, the biting sharpness of his kiss sending a thrill through her that draws out another moan, coupled with the hands roaming over her hips and aft, like he's seeking all the places she's most sensitive, stirring little pockets of charge as he goes. Flashpoint's body quakes with desire, a sharp longing that she can't put a name to but also can't deny, her hand on his spike going from a rough squeeze to measured strokes, fingers moving independently to explore every node and turn of the deco.

"Nuuuuh-huh." That's something of an affirmative tangled with a moan, in case you need a translator Deadlock. "Not feelin'. too guilty yet." And she's probably not gonna either. Flashpoint's own spike quivers against her belly, ventral nodes teased by the passage of her thumb as she strokes Deadlock's spike, her free hand digging into the join of his shoulder under the spaulder, as if clinging to life itself.

Deadlock's going to blame some sort of neurotoxin in the tentagoop for this later. You know, like organics and frog licking or whatever. Neither of them were really in their right mind.

So, yeah, he's, uh, helplessly in the clutches of tentacular neurotoxin. He just can't help himself. That's gonna be his excuse. And her, of course. Still totally her fault.

"Guess I'll have to work harder, then." The words are a growl against her throat, dentae skimming her throat cables. His hands are already on that job, snaking around her aft, for once appreciating the fact she was taller than he was, fingertips just managing to tease the edge of her valve. His spike surges as he feels just the edge of it, slipping hot lubricant against her fingers, and he shifts his hips, their spikes brushing together.

Well they can't exactly blame the engex, not unless they're both lightweights, considering they each only got to half a glass before this tumbled into needing both hands for...other things.

Clearly it's engex mixing with the neurotoxin turning them both a little wild and crazy! Not, ya know, a dumb secret crush or anything. NO WAY. She doesn't do crushes unless it's someone face or something...

"Gonna be hard. Pretty s-shameless." Yeah that hitch in her voice and in her vents comes when he grazes the edge of her valve, hips automatically tipping back to give him better access, lubricant slicking the lining. It swipes her spike along the shaft of his, drawing a rumble from her engine. Warm breath gusts from her mouth against his finial, half a moan, her tongue swiping out over the finial's surface as she wraps her hand around both spikes with a squeeze.

Between the two of them they have so many excuses that nothing, ever, will be their fault.

And he totally doesn't have a crush on Flashpoint. No way. That's just crazy talk. It's just...yeah, she got in the way of his hands. That's it. She got all up in his hands...and his face...and he's just being polite about it.

Because he's so polite.

"Maybe I like it hard."

WAIT. SHUT UP That was supposed to be saucy and sassy and not...yeah, you know what? He's just gonna take the initiative, pushing off the wall, to the other wall of the narrow washrack, pressing her back against it, his fingers still curving around the rim of her valve.

Flashpoint wants to know where all these excuses came from so she can apply them in other areas of her life. Though it probably says something about Flashpoint that she can't fess up to wanting him this badly but she can concede accountability for things like living collateral damage.

And if this is Deadlock being polite then he needs to do it more often. Because he's hit the perfect level of aggression: not infuriating like he can be with the whole Autobot thing, but giving her enough guff that the friction entices her.

It's why she doesn't fight it when he walls her against the other side of the washrack. Well, not quite. Her body takes his weight, his bulk pressed against her, giving a thrilling sort of writhe that says very little about resistance. But even as her aft presses into those hands, encouraging those fingers deeper, her free hand yanks hard on one finial, tipping Deadlock's helm back so she can claim his mouth in a feral kiss.

Deadlock has an unending mine of excuses. He's needed them, because eventually he figured out he couldn't headbutt and shoot his way out of every problem.

This is absolutely Deadlock's best company manners, that he dusts off for absolutely no one. So she might be special but he's gonna tell her that like just about...never.

And she doesn't fight him because A) he's clearly superior and B) she wants this almost as much as he does and maybe C) Not so much A as much as B but don't bruise his tiny ego.

But she can bruise his mouth, lip plates meeting his, his growl mingling with the fall of cleanser, his hands gripping hard on her aft, fingertips trying to probe her valve. "Gonna get yourself some trouble if you keep that up." And by trouble, he means, you know, him.

He's ahead of Flashpoint then, because even though she tries to sass her way out of most things it usually gets her into more trouble, of the variety that excuses don't really...excuse.

Not that she's gonna excuse herself from this, no, she's feeling less and less shameful by the minute. Maybe she'll even tell him that, oh....someday.

And yes more B than A but someday she'll have to admit that B is because there are things about him that, well maybe are kinda impressive. She's not going so far as to say superior though! Don't go getting a big head now.

She grins against his mouth, almost as feral as the kiss, the chip in her dentae standing out sharply. "When you gonna learn that I like trouble?" She gives their spikes a squeeze, thumb rolling over the head of his as she draws back into those fingers probing her valve in maddeningly shallow ways. It becomes a rythym then, hips rocking forward and back, thrusting against him and back into his hands, the complex surfaces of their spikes creating a unique friction. Her engine growls against him, almost as husky as her voice.

"Give me this and then you can paint my valve silver." Because maybe she wants to mark your chassis with her own before she lets you all up inside her. Because maybe she wants to see you lose control of that pretty face of yours before she presses her own to the wall. But actually Deadlock, there's no maybes about it.

Well, his excuses don't always work. Now that she's sampled the quality of his excuses, she might have a clue as to why.

It doesn't stop him from trying, though.

Just like it doesn't stop him from leaning closer, to lick at her mouth, almost teasingly. "Suppose you want me to thank you for earlier, huh?" FAT CHANCE. Except, of course, the way his hands continue to flirt with her valve, his hips pushing against hers, tipping up longingly into the touch, shivering at the raunchy promise in her voice as much as the squeeze of her hand around his spike.

Clearly they should never be partners in crime, it'd be a disaster if they ever got arrested, had to provide alibis, or any other such nefarious things that required giving excuses!

The swipe of his glossa over her mouth sends a flare through her field, and she almost bites his lip in return except then he speaks. "Heh...couldn't hurt," she says with a flick of her browridge. Normally she'd be right back at him, making sure he knew it was a privilege what she was offering, a 'respect me or get out' kinda thing. But something here's different, maybe because she doesn't expect disrespect for once.

Or maybe it's just because she doesn't want to frag this up. It wouldn't be the first time Flashpoint had gotten walked out on, but she really doesn't want to see the back of him, not now. Not when she wants him more than she's wanted anyone.

UHHH, yeah wow, admitting that is all kinds of CONFLICTED and she's just gonna have to deal with that and whatever it means later. Because he's definitely trouble and obviously the solution is to get into more of it if she's gonna figure this out. PERFECT LOGIC, right? So the hand wrapped their spikes begins to pump in time with the movements of her hips, the grip of her fingers massaging the topside of his length. The flirtations with her aft and valve are driving her more than a little wild, vents panting even under the fall of the cleanser, dentae finally nipping at Deadlock's lip.

Yeah that's why Deadlock just never gets arrested. It's a winning strategy so far!

And so far this strategy is winning, too, but he's, uh, not quite sure what he's done right. He'll analyze it later, which would be the first time he's ever done an After Action Report.

Well, maybe it's the kind of action he's getting that makes it worth breaking that streak.

But thank her? HA! That's still a bridge too far. Especially with the way the cleanser, and her hands and her spike and, you know all of that, work at his spike. He can't thank anyone for anything right now, because the only sound coming out of his mouth is a rhythmic sort of groan, and the only control he has is channeled into spreading his fingers in her valve mesh, dying to imagine what that would feel like around his spike.

Yeah but knowing her luck, it's likely to get her arrested instead. ~~And knowing her dumbass martyr complex, she'd probably take the fall for him on purpose.~~

And what he's done right is touch her. Yeah, her needs are pretty simple. Well, and not be an asshole, that helps too. If he was? This would be going very, very differently. They might still be fragging, but it'd be a fight. And if Flashpoint had her way, it would end with her mouth pressed into his neck, biting at his throat, and his back pressed hard against the wall, thighs wrapped around her waist, scraping at the shower walls with every bobbing thrust.

But Deadlock's not like most of the people she's been with. Dangerous enough to give a thrill, but somehow safe enough to allow...this.

He's not the only one driven a little mad by this, the touches to her valve, the lubricant streaking her thighs where the cleanser hasn't washed it away. But she just rechannels it into the movement of her hand, the thrust of her spike against him, the hot mingling of their lubricants as charge builds between them. If she's not careful she'll overload before him, and frag if she'll have that, dentae gritting down around her own rhythmic moans that sound in time with his, rising steadily higher.

~~Don't take the fall for him, because then he'll be really confused. And convinced she's crazy.~~

But Deadlock's KIND of a jerk, so he's trying to be on his best behavior. Also because right now that hand on his spike could do some kind of bad damage if he torqued her off. But mostly, because right now she's not calling him on giving into this. So as long as they both pretend he is the mechliest mech ever, he's good.

And maybe she'd have to worry about finishing before him if being this close to a hot, willing partner wasn't such a big deal to him. He can feel the charge building on his spike, and the different tempos of her fingers and her spike against his are really battering at his self control.

Not that he's any damn good at self control. He tosses his head back, cleanser falling over his face, as his body bucks against hers, a cry tearing from his vocalizer, hands clutching at her for more than balance.

~~Crazy for you Deadlock, crazy for you.~~

Yeah well, so is Flashpoint, which is mostly why she's keeping her mouth shut, lest obnoxious things spill out and ruin this for them. And if she'd want to mess him up, well, she wouldn't aim for the useful parts of him, spike included. Flashpoint kind of likes you, spike, she wants to give you a special hug later.

Deadlock isn't the only one totally turned by how, uh, willing they both are. There's more 'willing' here than she can really reconcile with a casual frag, but whatever, thinking is hard when his body is pressed against her like that, charge prickling between her door panels, his hands and her aft and valve. And DAMN if the way he losses it for her isn't intensely hot, the jet of his transfluid mingling with the cleanser, spattering over her hand and belly, and she bites back her own cresting overload. Two more strokes though and it's all too much, the deep coil in Flashpoint's belly releasing in a rush, overcoming her senses, the charge of Deadlock's release chain-reacting with her own. She bucks against him, burying her cry in his throat with a fierce bite, hands crushing him against her.

Hey! All of his parts are useful. But he would admit a special liking for his spike, especially right now. And it totally deserves special hugs, even if Deadlock's not sure he does.

And he's not thinking about how much he wants her as opposed to just wanting an overload, because, yeah, that's how he deals with things he knows are going to freak him out. He just doesn't think about them. Which is easy right now, because he's got plenty to keep him occupied.

He growls under the bite, body shuddering against hers, hands gripping at her hips. "F-frag," he says. Okay, he's not so eloquent, but maybe he speaks for both of them.

Hey they can totally be in the 'questionably deserving of special hugs' category together. Which means giving each other their own kind of special hugs is okay. Perfect logic! At least that's gonna be Flashpoint's take on things and if anyone disagrees she'll just...punch them in the face or something.

Also disclaimer: Disgruntled tentacle monsters do not deserve special hugs EVER. Especially when they try to take without asking. RUDE.

Denial is a convenient shield versus uncomfortable and awkward stuff like that, Flashpoint is well versed in this fact. Until, you know, the hardest overload she's ever had tears right through its tissue thin surface. But that's yet to come. Right now she's coming down off one of the better ones, loving the way the released charge leaves her hand tingly and sensitive, the fall of the cleanser on the back of her neck as she claims Deadlock's with her mouth. She releases her bite, changing it to a gentle but sultry kiss, tongue rolling over the bite mark before she draws away.

"Made a mess." Flashpoint draws her hand up his chassis front, the back of a finger dragging through the spatter of transfluid--difficult to tell whose is whose and she kind of likes it that way--then raising it her mouth, glossa licking off the tangy-sweet combination of lubricant and transfluid. "Gonna have to clean up again."

Deadlock has more experience with tentacle monsters and special hugs and he seconds that thought. Seriously.

He's just...gonna...concentrate on staying upright for a few kliks here, feeling the hard bite fade to a gentle nibble, the warm cleanser pattering over his armor as though extending the last ebb of the overload.

"Your fault," he says, with a groan, a) because it totally was, and b) because the way she licks it off her fingers is making his brain overclock. He leans forward, kissing her, his own mouth seeking the slicked fingers, while his hands remember where they are, one repositioning itself around the front of her body, fingertips skimming the valve.

Seconds, thirds and fourths, noted. Heck, one for each bad tentacle grope.

Go ahead and lean against her Deadlock. Being the one with your back to the wall has its advantages, like how her knee joints kinda want to take a time out right now and she can sorta let them and know one knows the difference.

Flashpoint's happy for the kiss, letting her bask in the ebbing euphoria of the overload ~~without slipping into goofy faces~~. And she likes the way his mouth closes over her fingers a little too much maybe, the shudder she feels not entirely because of the renewed touches to her valve. Her engine rumbles, the hunger he stirred up earlier renewing.

"Yeah, do I look sorry?" Flashpoint will be the fallguy here, (fallgal?) she's got no problem with taking credit for two overloads, messy or not. And hey, maybe she likes it messy Deadlock, it kinda goes with how her life usually works. So maybe Deadlock really is what she needs, someone willing to clean up.

"Did so well with the front of me, maybe you should do the back too." Forget the scrubby thing this time though, hands-on is so much better.

...he doesn't want to think how many times that would be for her, because it's gross but also it'll make him kind of jealous, because groping Flashpoint.

And he let you have the wall because....he's a gentlemech. Got it? He's being nice. Because he is the good guy and not some snooty Autobot. Face it, would Sentinel have let you have the wall? HUH?

No, wait, he doesn't want that thought out there at all. GROSSSSSSS.

"Guess I'm going to have to try harder, then." Because he's got a reputation to uphold, or make, or something here. Or, frag, he just has an opportunity to grope Flashpoint more.

Which, well, prepare to be amazed, Flashpoint, because he learned a thing or two doing all that sparring with Wing, including how to flip an opponent, so...hope you were serious about that back comment, because he's going to go for it.

He should only be jealous if the groping is invited, because look at what happened to the one that wasn't? Gratuitous maybe, tearing the thing clean off, but satisfying for Flashpoint and that's all that matters. So yeah, lesson for ya there Deadlock: ask before you grope. (That or earn and all-season pass of somethin').

Sentinel wouldn't know gentlemechly manners if they walked up and sat on his face. Which by the way, is an even GROSSER image.

"Yup, maybe you ar--!"

Never let anyone say Deadlock is all talk, because Flashpoint definitely is amazed at those moves. And for the record, she totally wouldn't have let this happen under normal circumstances, not with all that martial know-how she has and such. But Flashpoint's so dazed and content with post-overload, when he breaks her balance and spins her all she can do is roll with it. Hush, no comments on how pliable she is your arms Deadlock, post-overlord is totally the reason her guard is down! That and she's just giving him a sense of security you know; she'd hate to scare him off with how deadly she really is.

Mind the door panels and shoulder tires as she spins around, being shorter might only save Deadlock from one of those things. She hits the wall with a gasp, and it's not totally about surprise.

Too bad Deadlock doesn't ask permission, because Decepticon. Which is why he went the 'this is totally getting you clean and both of us are a little drunk' route. Because he's crafty, and he likes to keep his fingers, thanks.

And he's not gonna risk this moment by doing anything stupid like trying to make words right now. Not when he can press in against her back, nipping the back of her neck, hands spreading the doorpanels with a growl of appreciative arousal.

Yeah well, there's a perfectly good explanation for the why she didn't bend a finger or two for that. Mostly because even he has better manners. And uh, better hands, too. She has a right to change her mind! Flashpoint's not exactly one for the strict enforcement of policy anyway.

And if he does make words they better be well chosen; something along the lines of 'as you wish' would work. Because he's playing right into her hands. Err, plans. Plans that is. Yeah she totally planned this. Including the way he pushes all her buttons with the growling and the nipping and those hands spreading her door panels... Flashpoint's fingerpads press hard into the washrack wall, the heavy rumble of her engine vibrating through her frame as she presses back against him. Frag he's making her want things she'd give no almost one else. It's a conspiracy she's decided, to draw her back to the 'Cons or something... Y-yeah...

She can change her mind, and Deadlock half expects her to. It kinda makes this whole thing exciting because at any minute she could turn the tables on him.

His job, of course, is to try to put that off as long as possible, and Deadlock doesn't do any job by halves.

"So fraggin' hot." Does that get him elbowed in the face? Maybe. But it's true: she's ridiculously hot, and the vibration of her frame under his fingers, and the space just under those door panels, where the air was warm and almost secret, was driving him crazy, driving him to grind his hips against her back.

If she changes her mind it'll probably be way later when the inevitable regret that is her life anthem sets in. (But hey, at least that means she has lots of experience dealing with it?) Turning the tables on him though? That might totally happen. Whenever she feels like she wants to take back control. Because she totally could.

But, uh, yeah. What he's doing is getting her way too turned on. The way his hands stir the little pockets of charge under her door panels, the press of his pelvic frame against hers, the husky words against the back of her neck. It's like a dare to see how long Flashpoint can hold out, before demanding what she wants or just turning on him completely.

"Nuf. Better do something about it...or I will." Yeah those are her hips canting backward, aft lifting to grind back against him, the heat of her valve too great for the fall of cleanser to dissipate.

Yeah, he's probably going to regret...something about this. He's not sure what. He sure isn't regretting this, in any way, shape or form.

But his goal isn't getting her turned on right now as much as psyching himself up to how turned on he is right now. He's getting there. He's just taking his time, because the build up feels so good. "You already had your turn, Autobot." It's supposed to be a playful insult, if that's even a thing. "My turn, now." And yeah, his spike's ready, because she's just that inspiring. And he's gonna show it, grinding his spike down her aft, fingers digging into those door panels.

Now is the best time to procrastinate. Put that regret off until later Deadlock.

And build up you say? Flashpoint's got plenty of that, the earlier overload seeming to just tease at her valve more, the released energy cascading between her frame and his hands. Now it's driving her more than a little wild and she can't hide the desperate spin of her cooling fans, steam rising from her plating where the cleanser isn't falling. She makes a gruff chuckle at his playful taunt--because that's just how she takes it--and maybe it sounds a little nefarious. You brought this on yourself Deadlock: that's what he should be thinking when she twitches her pelvic frame back and up, just enough so his spike falls between her thighs and rides against the slick rim of her valve. Speaking of grinding, that's what she's doing along the dorsal ridge of that spike with a pleased but lustful growl of her engine.

"Better take it then." Your turn, she means Deadlock, and that's as close as she's gonna get to asking you to spike her.

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oops I should be doing homework. :|

lol i wasn't even aware you were in a class!

I'm not, that's work for my boss on the side

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