[G1 AU] Dinobots: Moving In
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okami_hu)
Arc: Sparklight
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Grimlock, Swoop, Sludge, Snarl, Slag
Summary: Teenage Dinobots. Oh, the horrors. (sticky - glossary of terms)
A faint breeze stirred the foliage overlooking the cliffs, and with it came a fine mist from the sea as waves splashed across the rocky shore. The jungle ended just before the cliffs dropped suddenly into the water, and at the very edge, the scent of jungle and ocean mingled together to form a mellow and quite relaxing combination of odors, intense flora softened by the crisp subtlety of the sea water, and the calming effect was heightened by the noise of the waves hitting the rocks.
It was perfect.
Grimlock carefully made his way down the steep slope of the cliff face. He had already slipped twice since his small pack found this location, and doing so again would ruin his good mood. It was one of the very few things he hated about their territory - he was simply not designed to traverse smooth, water-slickened rock with any form of ease, and Slag was going to earn himself a fist to his head if he laughed at Grimlock again for how cautious he had to be scaling the cliff.
He managed to make it halfway before his foot slipped and he slid on his feet the rest of the way down with a startled growl though he was able to prevent himself from landing on his face when he reached the bottom albeit with some embarrassing flailing which he quickly covered up by turning into a casual stretch while he scanned the rocky shore for any sign of his pack members to make sure no one saw that.
He was just about staring into Snarl's optics. Swoop and Sludge were too busy enjoying the perfect environment. The sea was a bliss for Sludge, who was much more agile in water than on the land, and the sky and kind wind currents meant the same for Swoop, who was finally able to test his abilities properly, pushing himself to the limits of his slender body just to return to the others exhausted but so happy like never before.
Fortunately, the resident young Cubemaker was smart enough to know, the cliffs were indeed hard to climb, and Grimlock's occasional tumbling didn't shake his confidence in their leader. He nodded to the young chief with a small yawn, and turned his face toward the warm rays of the sun, to absorb the heat and let his body turn it into pure energy.
Slag marched forward from their cave, stretching and growling contentedly. Apparently, he had just risen from his nap. He stopped for a while, watching Swoop perform a difficult aerial maneuver then dropped down next to Snarl, nudging him a bit. It was his turn to escort the Cubemaker to their energon-well.
Grimlock's wing-like projections on his back almost drooped at the realization that he was seen, but he forced them back up when Slag emerged from the cavern. He really did not want to have to beat a sense of respect into their youngest though he would if necessary. Slag seemed to derive much amusement from antagonizing their leader.
"Well safe," Grimlock announced. He had just made sure the territory surrounding their energon well was devoid of intruders - he was not about to send Snarl to collect without reassuring at least himself of that. If any intruders wished to harm any member of his pack, they had to go through him first.
Snarl bowed his head respectfully - sometimes, he could be really mature and on a certain, unique way, quite graceful. He stood up and brushed a hand lightly against Slag's arm, who snorted and struggled to his feet as well. A few drips of liquid energon were staining his chest, signaling that he had a little snack after his nap. It was not a surprise - he still had a bit to grow in size.
"Packs needs hunt," he announced - he was thinking about becoming a full-sized warrior as well. "All way, us had small prey, not enough to all. Me Slag wants better!"
Grimlock grunted at their youngest. He certainly understood that - he had only finally finished growing just before they found their new home. He was lanky and awkward no longer - he had filled out his frame and grew into a massive and rather intimidating warrior of which he knew his sire would be proud if he saw him now. Slag was still growing, and if his own sire was any indication, he would be enormous too.
"You Slag keep him Snarl safe, and us hunt at sun-up," the leader finally responded. A big hunt sounded rather thrilling after picking off such small prey for so long.
Slag's optics flared up with anticipation. He nodded firmly with a grin, then tugged at Snarl's shoulder-spike and began to march forward towards the cliffs.
Sludge finally decided to come out of the water, transforming into this bipedal form and approaching their leader. "We go hunt, soon?" He was thrilled by the news as well, even though he was not the best in such activities, due to his huge and somewhat clumsy body - but when the prey was once down, one could count on him to keep it there. Sludge could snap the neck of a tar-boar with bare hands.
Grimlock turned back to Sludge and nodded. "Sun-up," he answered. He knew Slag would do a good job keeping Snarl safe regardless of the possible reward of going on a hunt. "Not hunted in long time - big hunt just what us need to make this home."
Sludge smiled and nodded. "You Grimlock took us to good place. Water, sun and sky plenty for all, and energon, too. Me Sludge likes. Him Swoop likes too." He glanced up, where the healer was still practicing his skills, occasionally crying out in delight.
Grimlock raised his crimson gaze to watch Swoop as well. He was indeed quite proud of himself for finding such a wonderful area even if the cliffs were troublesome to traverse. He did not enjoy the water the way Sludge did, but he was not immune to the delight of basking in the sun on the warm rocks. It was amazing the territory was unclaimed before they found it.
"This good place," he agreed. "Us stay long time." He certainly would not mind staying for a very long time - long enough to make their pack bigger, possibly even a full-fledged tribe.
"You Grimlock not miss Landslide...?"
That brought his attention back to Sludge, and his visor flickered in a surprised blink. He rumbled thoughtfully and tilted his head to one side before he admitted, "A little. Miss hunting with. Miss Oceanborn." He rolled one shoulder as a half shrug and looked out at the ocean. "Maybe go back someday...but not to stay." Grimlock looked back to Sludge and hesitated, uncertain if he should ask what he wanted to for fear it would make him seem like a weaker leader. He knew though that Sludge would not judge him - not the way Slag would. "Think him...be proud of Grimlock?"
Sludge's smile widened, but there was not a hint of mocking in it. He tilted his head to the side a little, and reached out to gently tap his fingers against Grimlock's chest. "Me Sludge think him Landslide misses you Grimlock. But him Landslide also proud. Him Landslide Chief, you Grimlock Chief, too, just like Landslide wanted." He paused for a little bit and lowered his gaze, his faceplates heating up a bit. "Me Sludge proud, too... Proud to be in Grimlock's pack."
Grimlock strengthened his shoulders, and his "wings" perked up visibly as a loud purr started rolling from deep in his chest. He knew that was the truth - Sludge did not lie. He probably did not know how. "Me Grimlock glad. Not want to make pack with any others." True, it was probably simply because he grew up with his pack members, but he truly would not have had anyone else as his beginning members. They worked perfectly together and looked after one another like family.
"Us will stay long then," Sludge nodded, still quite fixated on the round pebbles under their feet. "Slag will grow, us will hunt, and... and... become more...? You Grimlock want make pack bigger, r-right...?" He felt his core temperature rising like every time lately when he was near their young, beautiful leader. Something was tugging on his spark, and, actually, Sludge had an idea, what.
Grimlock nodded and placed his massive fists on his hips. "Make big pack someday," he confirmed. He very much looked forward to making their small pack bigger and into a full tribe. He had not anticipated finding the perfect territory so soon after leaving Landslide's tribe, but as far as he was concerned, it could not get much better than this. The energon well so nearby combined with the abundance of prey and the large cave in the cliffside for shelter all made their home perfect for raising heirs of which he hoped to have many.
Sludge's vents hummed up. "And... you Grimlock... to make bigger pack..." He couldn't continue. He was so afraid he'll be downright refused, that the words got stuck in his vocalizer. Why was it so hard...?
Both to his relief and slight annoyance, Swoop choose this moment to finally finish his aerial acrobatics, and land gracefully next to them. "Grimlock looked around at well? Is place safe?" he questioned. The air around him was trembling slightly from the inside heat, and his vents were humming loudly.
Grimlock, while quite adept at keeping his pack safe and protected, was totally oblivious when it came to some things - his pack members' moods was one of them. Despite how flustered Sludge was becoming, Grimlock turned to Swoop, pleased to see the oldest of their pack had enjoyed himself so much. "Well safe," the leader answered with a nod. "Him Slag took him Snarl to gather. Us go on big hunt sun-up. Slag still growing."
Swoop clapped his hands. "Hunt good! Me Swoop will go seek prey and lead hunters. Healers need material. Pack needs to have supplies, so me Swoop can heal you all." He flashed a bright smile at Grimlock. "Cave good, me Swoop likes here. Us hunt first then us have to make things, stack cubes. Sludge will help?"
Despite being generally slow and clumsy, the young warrior wasn't all that bad with making tools, or nets and ropes, things the Dinobots used in their everyday work. He nodded in agreement and let his intakes suck some air in to cool his insides... Today was not his day, either. Sometimes it felt like none of the days was.
Grimlock nodded, growing more and more excited about the day to come. It was going to be a very busy day at this rate, but he would not have it any other way. "Make something to carry cubes?" he offered with a tilt of his head. "Then him Snarl not have to go to well so much." The constant traversing of the cliff face was so tricky and tiring, Grimlock would have liked to make it easier on Snarl even though the other Dinobot never complained.
Swoop nodded. "Us have to climb too much- maybe us can make it easier. Carving holes into stone for hands and feet can work. And long rope for net with cubes on top; one can let them down for rest and when net empty, pull it back up." The young healer had an affinity for planning, thinking up useful things.
Grimlock's visor brightened - climbing. He was good at that. Not as good as Slag, but it sounded far more appealing than sliding on his aft every time he came down from the jungle. "That sound good. Swoop lucky - can just fly to top and back down. Us do that after hunt and making things?"
"If some left from day," Swoop agreed. "After eating, him Slag will surely nap and sun is high, air is warm, best is sleep then. When dark, us cannot bash rocks. But us have time. Making cave home will take many days. You Grimlock have no good bed, big cave missing fire's place, too. Cubes need storage to keep them cool as well." Despite all the work, he was looking forward to it - probably, Oceanborn spent much time with him before, teaching him how a good home had to look like. Sometimes, Swoop took more after those Dinobots who had no spikes.
"Lots of work," Grimlock stated needlessly. He was looking forward to it as well. Putting forth that much time and effort meant that they really were going to stay here for a long time. He was so glad everyone liked the area. "Me Grimlock excited. You Sludge excited too?" He suddenly turned back to the other Dinobot. Grimlock was quite looking forward to working alongside Sludge. He liked watching Sludge use every micron of his strength which surpassed all of the rest of them, and there were few occasions which warranted that.
The tall youngster nodded. Oh, if Grimlock had only known how excited he was... And how nervous, and unhappy, and embarrassed. Well at least, he'll have something to do - And Sludge was sure that he'll be able to do it well. He liked digging, and liked to stare into the fire - the dancing flames often lulled him into sleep.
Grimlock looked back to Swoop and only just then noticed how much the smaller Dinobot's vents were working to cool him. "You Swoop tired - should go rest," he stated with a nod. He was going to wait outside until Slag and Snarl returned, but as tired as Swoop seemed to be, Grimlock thought it might be best for him to go rest up in preparation for all of the work to be done the next day.
The healer nodded, and patted both mechs on the shoulder. "Wait for them Snarl and Slag, then come to sleep, too. Tomorrow long day, much to do." With that, he headed toward the cave's entrance, to curl up in his corner and switch into recharge. Actually... He didn't count on the other two coming back anytime soon... He was a much better observer than his beloved leader, he had noticed how Sludge was looking at Grimlock before. Still, he didn't feel that his desired position was threatened - it was not something to disturb his rest.
The sun was already heading down on the azure sky, to sink below the horizon. One of the moons was visible on the far west, the air cooled down, and the sea's murmur intensified somewhat.
Grimlock folded his hands behind his back and shut down his visor for a moment so he could listen to the sea and let a low purr of his own join its call, feeling more content than he had been in a long time. He had his own territory and a pack made of his closest friends from his time as a youngling - it really could not get much better than this.
"Rrrrr...me Grimlock can't wait to make pack bigger," he murmured mostly to himself. Of course, he knew he should since they still had so much work to do, but he doubted he would be content waiting too long and hoped the others felt the same.
Mm, this was maybe not the best time to initiate something... Sludge knew that if the other two returned and caught them, his brother would throw a fit. Now, Slag was a pain in the aft sometimes with his aggression and rude comments, but they were still brothers. But the sundown was so pretty, and the coast was so peaceful, and... Grimlock was so captivating, as the dieing sun's rays bounced off his armor. He had grown up to be a perfect warrior, and Sludge's spark ached from all the beauty displayed before him. He still couldn't voice his feelings, he didn't dare, but his body acted on its own and heated up, the vents humming. What would it be like... to be touched by those dark hands...?
At the sound of Sludge's vents hissing to life, Grimlock's visor came back online just before he asked, "You Sludge tired too? Was swimming lots." He turned to look at his pack member. Swoop was certainly a sight in the air, but Sludge was a different sight altogether when he was in the water. He looked like he belonged there. "Have fun?"
Sludge nodded eagerly. He couldn't deny that he liked the attention. "Water nice... Me Sludge feels lighter in it. Me Sludge had seen pretty fishes, all glowy and quick, different from those in rivers. But me Sludge not tired..." He shifted closer. "Me Sludge gladly stay here... help with hunting, digging, taking care of pack."
"You Sludge look nice in water," Grimlock was not afraid to admit. "Like you Sludge belongs. Never seen before." The rivers back in Landslide's territory were too shallow to really enjoy watching Sludge in his element so to speak.
The vents of the tall youngling promptly spat steam into the cooling air. Grimlock was telling him he looked good! That was beyond Sludge's wildest dreams. "M-me Sludge t-thanks... You Grimlock... l-look good when hunting, f-fighting... Back that night panel locks broke, you Grimlock looked..." he had to let his intakes suck in another dose of cool air. "You G-Grimlock looked like real leader."
This time, Grimlock's vents were the ones to start humming. That night was one of his fondest memories of Landslide, one of his fondest memories of all - the night he ceased being a youngling and became a warrior, and to receive such a compliment on how he looked then was a great treat. Grimlock raised a hand to touch the side of Sludge's face and purred at him. "Me Grimlock thank you Sludge."
Sludge clicked, like a sparkling and leaned into the touch. His body was hot by now, his insides stirring, his spark twisting... He already knew this feeling but ever since he became a warrior, he haven't yet put his spike to use. It was stirring now beneath the protective panel, wanting to get out, to dive into another's sweet heat... It was almost scary. The young warrior let out a soft growl, and timidly reached for Grimlock's hand. "Y-you Grimlock... good leader."
It finally clicked, and Grimlock's visor flickered again in surprise when he felt the heat rolling off the other Dinobot, vibration from Sludge's systems going over Grimlock's hand. He remembered enduring much the same feelings the night his panel locks were broken, but he had to admit this was rather sudden. Then again, he also went through it several times before when Swoop's presence got to him though he had kept it to himself.
Testing, Grimlock cupped the side of Sludge's face with his hand and smoothed his thumb over the other Dinobot's facial plating. If he was wrong, better to find that out now than later. "Sludge?"
The young mech was trembling, his processors reeling, trying to find courage to say the words... Grimlock won't hurt him, won't hate him, he was sure, but oh, by the Great God Primus it was so hard! Sludge moved a tiny bit closer, curled his fingers around Grimlock's hand, and opened his mouth... His vents were howling by now, and he couldn't stand the crimson gaze any longer. He bowed his head low and barely audibly, he finally forced the confession out. "M-me Sludge... l-like you Grimlock...!"
Okay, he was right. Even if Sludge had not finally said it, his behavior was all the proof Grimlock needed. "Me Grimlock like you Sludge too," he replied. It was true - he truly cared for all of his pack members, and Sludge and Swoop were both his favorites.
Slowly, Sludge looked up. Umm... Oookay, this went rather well... "Y-you Grimlock do...?" He ran his hand absent-mindedly down on Grimlock's arm, caressing it lightly.
Grimlock nodded and leaned forward to touch his face mask to Sludge's forehead as if that might prove he was sincere. "Me Grimlock like you Sludge," he repeated. "Sludge pretty in water. Sludge nice too. Make good bearer some day."
Sludge's spike and well both quivered at the last compliment - in Dinobot society, bearing new life was a greatly respected role, and the best warriors were even more admired when they let their bodies carry an offspring. Dinobots knew, that great warriors bear great heirs.
Moreover, Grimlock, even though not directly, but claimed Sludge as his future consort. That was something really awesome...!
However, in this moment, they both picked up the telltale sounds of metal screeching against stone - Slag and Snarl returned. Sludge immediately stepped back, hoping that they won't notice anything... Not that he was afraid of mocking.
Slag roared to them when he noticed the pair. "Come here and help us! Cubes not like be dropped!"
Grimlock reluctantly pulled his hand away from Sludge's face. Slag never ceased to have horrible timing. "Rrrr...drop and we not go hunting!" he barked at the youngest Dinobot. He glanced back to Sludge and touched his face mask to his forehead again before he finally turned to go help Slag and Snarl with their load. It would not do for them to drop the volatile cubes. Swoop's idea was looking more and more appealing.
With some effective teamwork, the five cubes were safely delivered to the ground in a short time. Snarl looked a bit exhausted - he never had to exercise his cubemaking ability before, when they lived with the adults. Also, even though he was rather passive, he was also a keen observer; he sensed, that Grimlock and Sludge have something to discuss. He picked up two cubes, and nudged Slag. "Cubes need to placed away. Help me Snarl and then sleep, save strength for hunt."
"You Snarl not command me Slag!" the youngest warrior growled, but he couldn't really argue with the logic. He took the remaining three containers and followed his comrade.
Grimlock huffed at Slag's defiance and repeated Snarl's command, "Help him Snarl then rest if you Slag want to hunt at sun-up." He could gripe at Snarl all he wanted, but he had better listen to Grimlock. "Us have lots of work to do. Him Swoop has good ideas to make easier." The Dinobot leader crossed his arms over his large chest and left it at that, almost daring Slag to defy him too.
It earned him a dirty look; a flash of the red optics in the rapidly descending darkness. "Yeah, yeah. You not coming, big leader? Hunt troublesome, mechs need energy to get prey..."
"Me Grimlock be in soon," was all Grimlock said in response as he made a "shoo"ing motion with one hand. "And be quiet - him Swoop resting already."
Snarl nodded, Slag growled, and they were off soon, carrying their precious load to the inside of the cave.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms hooked around Grimlock's waist, holding him tight against a warm body, and Sludge nuzzled the young leader's head. He cooled down somewhat during the task, but he didn't forget where they had been - and if nothing else, he wanted to thank Grimlock properly for the declaration and the promise.
Grimlock let out a small noise of startlement, but it quickly devolved to a content purr which he let roll through his body and into Sludge's as he reached down to touch the other Dinobot's hands. He had not forgotten where they were either, and Sludge's warmth was very nice.
The close contact did wonders, and soon, Sludge was trembling again, insides tense with anticipation. Maybe... just maybe, he could get his way with the leader...? He brushed his lips against Grimlock's audio sensors, whispering into them. "You Grimlock fine warrior, big and strong... feel good against me. Me Sludge all warm inside and feel funny."
Grimlock's visor flickered a few times before it fell offline, and he unconsciously allowed his head to roll back slightly. That was a weakness of his - few things made his systems heat up like words whispered into his audios. Sludge could be muttering utter nonsense, and it would still have the same effect on Grimlock. "You Sludge...feel nice too," he purred in response over the hissing of his own vents.
The next thing he felt was the other's panel grinding against his backside, not unlike that glorious night, when Landslide made him a true warrior. Sludge groaned, his spike and well aching on an interesting, nice way... He could even feel the lubricant energon trickling down the inside of his thighs.
When Sludge ground against him, Grimlock's legs began to tremble as his own well and spike stirred deep inside him, and it was all he could do to prevent his panel from snapping open immediately when Sludge groaned into his audio receptor. Lubricant energon splashed against his panel as his purr intensified, rumbling louder and vibrating harder through his body.
The other mech couldn't take it anymore. He was heated, aroused, more than ready… Sludge carefully turned his young leader, to press his panel against his – he almost jerked away, from the heat, from the electrifying touch…. Mm, so Grimlock wanted this, too. "You Grimlock… mated before?" he asked quietly. Despite being older that the Chief's heir, Sludge had no experience with the act – he could have asked his parents, but somehow, he was not interested in it. Until now, of course.
Grimlock turned around easily though it took him a moment to respond to Sludge's question with a slow shake of his head, the heat from the other Dinobot's panel making it difficult for him to think. He had not truly mated before - the night his panel locks were broken did not count. That was something all younglings went through with the tribe's chief as part of the ritual to celebrate their coming of age.
The other mech's vents hissed up sharply. Oh... Actually, he didn't count on that answer. But he had to ask... If the answer was negative, he'll try to coax Snarl to help him out. Sludge leaned closer, his tone quiet and almost pleading as he spoke up. "Y-you Grimlock... want to mate Sludge...?"
Grimlock reluctantly flickered his visor back online so he could favor Sludge with an exasperated glare as his vents hummed with the other Dinobot's. Sludge got him all worked up, and now he asks that? His answer was the sharp clicking noise of his panel sliding open which Grimlock then leaned forward to grind against Sludge's, one hand lifting to grip the other Dinobot's hip to pull him closer as he purred, "You Sludge not waste time asking dumb questions."
Wow... that really felt like... having a Chief! The tall youngster obeyed immediately by opening his panel as well and moving forward - oh, the heat, the wetness was so exciting...! - and his large hands began to roam on Grimlock's armor, trying to find sensitive spots. "M-me not mated either... Fooled with Berserk and Tusk after panel broke... but not mated. Me Sludge... glad Grimlock's first." He placed a soft kiss on the young leader's mask.
Grimlock's purr intensified when Sludge's hands found the delicate joints of his "wings", and the protrusions twitched in response. He ground his panel harder against Sludge's then gave his hips a sharp tug downwards so they could sit on the rocks, lubricant energon dripping onto the ground from between his legs.
Blue optics fixed on the faintly shimmering liquid, then a cautious hand began to quest between Grimlock's legs. Sludge eased a finger into the valve first, shuddering from excitement as he felt how slippery it was. Young Dinobots usually had problems controlling their reproduction parts, they started to lubricate easily and a lot. But, it was not what Sludge wanted - he moved upwards, for the spike's hiding place, trying to lure it forth.
Grimlock's legs began to shake again, and he pushed eagerly into Sludge's hand, reaching down with one hand to mimic the attention. He slipped one finger into Sludge's valve as his own spike twisted inside him before it snapped out with a growl from Grimlock. The air was uncomfortably cool against the heated metal, and it took a little more concentration that he would have liked to keep it from retracting itself back into his much warmer body.
Sludge moaned softly and pressed himself closer - the air had indeed cooled down, and he knew it didn't feel too nice - his valve was too heated, and the air chilled it. The young warrior placed one hand on Grimlock's shoulder to steady himself, then cautiously took the young chief's spike into the other and after giving it a few gentle tugs, thumb tracing the ridges on it carefully, he guided it inside his dripping well.
Grimlock growled sharply and arched into Sludge's wonderful warmth, gripping the other Dinobot's hips tightly. So this was what Landslide felt every time he broke another youngling's locks. Grimlock knew it felt good to bury one's spike into another's well, but he never imagined just how good it would feel. He seemed to fit perfectly inside Sludge, and his spike gave a little shudder of its own in delight.
It was answered by a quiver of the flexible walls around him; and Sludge pushed forward with a short, soft cry, practically climbing into Grimlock's lap. He clung to the other's broad shoulders, vents and intakes working overtime; it just felt so good, too good, almost too much. And, it was Grimlock, the strong, beautiful mech Sludge had his optics on since a while. It was perfect. He suspected it won't last long - systems not used to the stimulation, the rapidly rising inner energy tended to overload them sooner than a more experienced warrior's. So, to make sure Grimlock knew how wonderful it felt, Sludge pressed his head against the others, to murmur into the audio sensors. "So good... You Grimlock feel good inside. Aah!"
A snarl tore free of Grimlock's vocal processor as he rocked almost desperately against Sludge, wanting to feel as much of Sludge as he could. He tried his best to hold himself back, but it felt so wonderful, it was nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but the sensation of his spike slipping in and out of Sludge in the erratic rhythm they set.
The tall, strong body under his hands jerked and tensed, as desperate moans and cries rang out into the early night. Soon, too soon, the world around them was no more, nothing else mattered, but the throbbing energy inside. Sludge was trembling, blue optics offline as he ground himself against his partner, until his systems couldn't resist anymore. His last functioning processors gave up, his neuro-grid felt like melting and the overload crushing down on him made him roar, announcing his pleasure.
The overload made Sludge's well tighten around Grimlock's spike, and that sent Grimlock over the edge as well. He joined Sludge's roar with a thunderous one of his own, his vocal processor finally mature and able to generate a proper one which made the loose rocks around them shake.
A few minutes passed in relative silence - the sea's murmur mingled with the humming of vents. Sludge thought, he could easily doze off like this, draped over his beloved leader. He resisted, though - he knew it'd be a lot better to move back into their cave.
Grimlock's visor flickered tiredly several times as he stared up at the now dark sky and purred to the other Dinobot, "You Sludge...felt good." He never imagined it would feel that good to have the role reversed - for him to be the one inside another rather than other way around. He growled softly as he felt his spike slowly retract itself, sliding out of Sludge and back into his body where his panel clicked shut softly.
A similar click answered it - that's how the body worked. When his temperature settled for a more normal one, the tall youngster leaned back a bit, smiling at Grimlock and nuzzling him affectionately. "Me Sludge glad you Grimlock first. You Grimlock felt good, too. And you Grimlock's voice strong now..." he pulled his shoulders up a bit with a mischievous grin. "Think them others heard...?"
"You Sludge loud too," Grimlock countered through his steady purr. "Them probably did." He did not care though. They were part of his pack - his future tribe. If they had issue with this, too bad.
The other mech purred back, and hesitantly, but eased himself out of Grimlock's lap. "Us better go sleep - big hunt at sun-up and much work to do."
Grimlock's fingers slid over Sludge's hips and legs as he stood as if reluctant to let him go, but he nodded in agreement and stood as well once Sludge was out of his lap. "Yes - us get lots of rest."
So, the two young warriors retuned to the darkness of their shelter. The others seemed to be resting, though Slag's vents were humming a little louder than usual, and from Swoop's direction, tiny, muffled noises could be heard... almost like laughter.
Grimlock, before switching to recharge, made a mental note to scold him later.
okami_hu)Arc: Sparklight
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Grimlock, Swoop, Sludge, Snarl, Slag
Summary: Teenage Dinobots. Oh, the horrors. (sticky - glossary of terms)
A faint breeze stirred the foliage overlooking the cliffs, and with it came a fine mist from the sea as waves splashed across the rocky shore. The jungle ended just before the cliffs dropped suddenly into the water, and at the very edge, the scent of jungle and ocean mingled together to form a mellow and quite relaxing combination of odors, intense flora softened by the crisp subtlety of the sea water, and the calming effect was heightened by the noise of the waves hitting the rocks.
It was perfect.
Grimlock carefully made his way down the steep slope of the cliff face. He had already slipped twice since his small pack found this location, and doing so again would ruin his good mood. It was one of the very few things he hated about their territory - he was simply not designed to traverse smooth, water-slickened rock with any form of ease, and Slag was going to earn himself a fist to his head if he laughed at Grimlock again for how cautious he had to be scaling the cliff.
He managed to make it halfway before his foot slipped and he slid on his feet the rest of the way down with a startled growl though he was able to prevent himself from landing on his face when he reached the bottom albeit with some embarrassing flailing which he quickly covered up by turning into a casual stretch while he scanned the rocky shore for any sign of his pack members to make sure no one saw that.
He was just about staring into Snarl's optics. Swoop and Sludge were too busy enjoying the perfect environment. The sea was a bliss for Sludge, who was much more agile in water than on the land, and the sky and kind wind currents meant the same for Swoop, who was finally able to test his abilities properly, pushing himself to the limits of his slender body just to return to the others exhausted but so happy like never before.
Fortunately, the resident young Cubemaker was smart enough to know, the cliffs were indeed hard to climb, and Grimlock's occasional tumbling didn't shake his confidence in their leader. He nodded to the young chief with a small yawn, and turned his face toward the warm rays of the sun, to absorb the heat and let his body turn it into pure energy.
Slag marched forward from their cave, stretching and growling contentedly. Apparently, he had just risen from his nap. He stopped for a while, watching Swoop perform a difficult aerial maneuver then dropped down next to Snarl, nudging him a bit. It was his turn to escort the Cubemaker to their energon-well.
Grimlock's wing-like projections on his back almost drooped at the realization that he was seen, but he forced them back up when Slag emerged from the cavern. He really did not want to have to beat a sense of respect into their youngest though he would if necessary. Slag seemed to derive much amusement from antagonizing their leader.
"Well safe," Grimlock announced. He had just made sure the territory surrounding their energon well was devoid of intruders - he was not about to send Snarl to collect without reassuring at least himself of that. If any intruders wished to harm any member of his pack, they had to go through him first.
Snarl bowed his head respectfully - sometimes, he could be really mature and on a certain, unique way, quite graceful. He stood up and brushed a hand lightly against Slag's arm, who snorted and struggled to his feet as well. A few drips of liquid energon were staining his chest, signaling that he had a little snack after his nap. It was not a surprise - he still had a bit to grow in size.
"Packs needs hunt," he announced - he was thinking about becoming a full-sized warrior as well. "All way, us had small prey, not enough to all. Me Slag wants better!"
Grimlock grunted at their youngest. He certainly understood that - he had only finally finished growing just before they found their new home. He was lanky and awkward no longer - he had filled out his frame and grew into a massive and rather intimidating warrior of which he knew his sire would be proud if he saw him now. Slag was still growing, and if his own sire was any indication, he would be enormous too.
"You Slag keep him Snarl safe, and us hunt at sun-up," the leader finally responded. A big hunt sounded rather thrilling after picking off such small prey for so long.
Slag's optics flared up with anticipation. He nodded firmly with a grin, then tugged at Snarl's shoulder-spike and began to march forward towards the cliffs.
Sludge finally decided to come out of the water, transforming into this bipedal form and approaching their leader. "We go hunt, soon?" He was thrilled by the news as well, even though he was not the best in such activities, due to his huge and somewhat clumsy body - but when the prey was once down, one could count on him to keep it there. Sludge could snap the neck of a tar-boar with bare hands.
Grimlock turned back to Sludge and nodded. "Sun-up," he answered. He knew Slag would do a good job keeping Snarl safe regardless of the possible reward of going on a hunt. "Not hunted in long time - big hunt just what us need to make this home."
Sludge smiled and nodded. "You Grimlock took us to good place. Water, sun and sky plenty for all, and energon, too. Me Sludge likes. Him Swoop likes too." He glanced up, where the healer was still practicing his skills, occasionally crying out in delight.
Grimlock raised his crimson gaze to watch Swoop as well. He was indeed quite proud of himself for finding such a wonderful area even if the cliffs were troublesome to traverse. He did not enjoy the water the way Sludge did, but he was not immune to the delight of basking in the sun on the warm rocks. It was amazing the territory was unclaimed before they found it.
"This good place," he agreed. "Us stay long time." He certainly would not mind staying for a very long time - long enough to make their pack bigger, possibly even a full-fledged tribe.
"You Grimlock not miss Landslide...?"
That brought his attention back to Sludge, and his visor flickered in a surprised blink. He rumbled thoughtfully and tilted his head to one side before he admitted, "A little. Miss hunting with. Miss Oceanborn." He rolled one shoulder as a half shrug and looked out at the ocean. "Maybe go back someday...but not to stay." Grimlock looked back to Sludge and hesitated, uncertain if he should ask what he wanted to for fear it would make him seem like a weaker leader. He knew though that Sludge would not judge him - not the way Slag would. "Think him...be proud of Grimlock?"
Sludge's smile widened, but there was not a hint of mocking in it. He tilted his head to the side a little, and reached out to gently tap his fingers against Grimlock's chest. "Me Sludge think him Landslide misses you Grimlock. But him Landslide also proud. Him Landslide Chief, you Grimlock Chief, too, just like Landslide wanted." He paused for a little bit and lowered his gaze, his faceplates heating up a bit. "Me Sludge proud, too... Proud to be in Grimlock's pack."
Grimlock strengthened his shoulders, and his "wings" perked up visibly as a loud purr started rolling from deep in his chest. He knew that was the truth - Sludge did not lie. He probably did not know how. "Me Grimlock glad. Not want to make pack with any others." True, it was probably simply because he grew up with his pack members, but he truly would not have had anyone else as his beginning members. They worked perfectly together and looked after one another like family.
"Us will stay long then," Sludge nodded, still quite fixated on the round pebbles under their feet. "Slag will grow, us will hunt, and... and... become more...? You Grimlock want make pack bigger, r-right...?" He felt his core temperature rising like every time lately when he was near their young, beautiful leader. Something was tugging on his spark, and, actually, Sludge had an idea, what.
Grimlock nodded and placed his massive fists on his hips. "Make big pack someday," he confirmed. He very much looked forward to making their small pack bigger and into a full tribe. He had not anticipated finding the perfect territory so soon after leaving Landslide's tribe, but as far as he was concerned, it could not get much better than this. The energon well so nearby combined with the abundance of prey and the large cave in the cliffside for shelter all made their home perfect for raising heirs of which he hoped to have many.
Sludge's vents hummed up. "And... you Grimlock... to make bigger pack..." He couldn't continue. He was so afraid he'll be downright refused, that the words got stuck in his vocalizer. Why was it so hard...?
Both to his relief and slight annoyance, Swoop choose this moment to finally finish his aerial acrobatics, and land gracefully next to them. "Grimlock looked around at well? Is place safe?" he questioned. The air around him was trembling slightly from the inside heat, and his vents were humming loudly.
Grimlock, while quite adept at keeping his pack safe and protected, was totally oblivious when it came to some things - his pack members' moods was one of them. Despite how flustered Sludge was becoming, Grimlock turned to Swoop, pleased to see the oldest of their pack had enjoyed himself so much. "Well safe," the leader answered with a nod. "Him Slag took him Snarl to gather. Us go on big hunt sun-up. Slag still growing."
Swoop clapped his hands. "Hunt good! Me Swoop will go seek prey and lead hunters. Healers need material. Pack needs to have supplies, so me Swoop can heal you all." He flashed a bright smile at Grimlock. "Cave good, me Swoop likes here. Us hunt first then us have to make things, stack cubes. Sludge will help?"
Despite being generally slow and clumsy, the young warrior wasn't all that bad with making tools, or nets and ropes, things the Dinobots used in their everyday work. He nodded in agreement and let his intakes suck some air in to cool his insides... Today was not his day, either. Sometimes it felt like none of the days was.
Grimlock nodded, growing more and more excited about the day to come. It was going to be a very busy day at this rate, but he would not have it any other way. "Make something to carry cubes?" he offered with a tilt of his head. "Then him Snarl not have to go to well so much." The constant traversing of the cliff face was so tricky and tiring, Grimlock would have liked to make it easier on Snarl even though the other Dinobot never complained.
Swoop nodded. "Us have to climb too much- maybe us can make it easier. Carving holes into stone for hands and feet can work. And long rope for net with cubes on top; one can let them down for rest and when net empty, pull it back up." The young healer had an affinity for planning, thinking up useful things.
Grimlock's visor brightened - climbing. He was good at that. Not as good as Slag, but it sounded far more appealing than sliding on his aft every time he came down from the jungle. "That sound good. Swoop lucky - can just fly to top and back down. Us do that after hunt and making things?"
"If some left from day," Swoop agreed. "After eating, him Slag will surely nap and sun is high, air is warm, best is sleep then. When dark, us cannot bash rocks. But us have time. Making cave home will take many days. You Grimlock have no good bed, big cave missing fire's place, too. Cubes need storage to keep them cool as well." Despite all the work, he was looking forward to it - probably, Oceanborn spent much time with him before, teaching him how a good home had to look like. Sometimes, Swoop took more after those Dinobots who had no spikes.
"Lots of work," Grimlock stated needlessly. He was looking forward to it as well. Putting forth that much time and effort meant that they really were going to stay here for a long time. He was so glad everyone liked the area. "Me Grimlock excited. You Sludge excited too?" He suddenly turned back to the other Dinobot. Grimlock was quite looking forward to working alongside Sludge. He liked watching Sludge use every micron of his strength which surpassed all of the rest of them, and there were few occasions which warranted that.
The tall youngster nodded. Oh, if Grimlock had only known how excited he was... And how nervous, and unhappy, and embarrassed. Well at least, he'll have something to do - And Sludge was sure that he'll be able to do it well. He liked digging, and liked to stare into the fire - the dancing flames often lulled him into sleep.
Grimlock looked back to Swoop and only just then noticed how much the smaller Dinobot's vents were working to cool him. "You Swoop tired - should go rest," he stated with a nod. He was going to wait outside until Slag and Snarl returned, but as tired as Swoop seemed to be, Grimlock thought it might be best for him to go rest up in preparation for all of the work to be done the next day.
The healer nodded, and patted both mechs on the shoulder. "Wait for them Snarl and Slag, then come to sleep, too. Tomorrow long day, much to do." With that, he headed toward the cave's entrance, to curl up in his corner and switch into recharge. Actually... He didn't count on the other two coming back anytime soon... He was a much better observer than his beloved leader, he had noticed how Sludge was looking at Grimlock before. Still, he didn't feel that his desired position was threatened - it was not something to disturb his rest.
The sun was already heading down on the azure sky, to sink below the horizon. One of the moons was visible on the far west, the air cooled down, and the sea's murmur intensified somewhat.
Grimlock folded his hands behind his back and shut down his visor for a moment so he could listen to the sea and let a low purr of his own join its call, feeling more content than he had been in a long time. He had his own territory and a pack made of his closest friends from his time as a youngling - it really could not get much better than this.
"Rrrrr...me Grimlock can't wait to make pack bigger," he murmured mostly to himself. Of course, he knew he should since they still had so much work to do, but he doubted he would be content waiting too long and hoped the others felt the same.
Mm, this was maybe not the best time to initiate something... Sludge knew that if the other two returned and caught them, his brother would throw a fit. Now, Slag was a pain in the aft sometimes with his aggression and rude comments, but they were still brothers. But the sundown was so pretty, and the coast was so peaceful, and... Grimlock was so captivating, as the dieing sun's rays bounced off his armor. He had grown up to be a perfect warrior, and Sludge's spark ached from all the beauty displayed before him. He still couldn't voice his feelings, he didn't dare, but his body acted on its own and heated up, the vents humming. What would it be like... to be touched by those dark hands...?
At the sound of Sludge's vents hissing to life, Grimlock's visor came back online just before he asked, "You Sludge tired too? Was swimming lots." He turned to look at his pack member. Swoop was certainly a sight in the air, but Sludge was a different sight altogether when he was in the water. He looked like he belonged there. "Have fun?"
Sludge nodded eagerly. He couldn't deny that he liked the attention. "Water nice... Me Sludge feels lighter in it. Me Sludge had seen pretty fishes, all glowy and quick, different from those in rivers. But me Sludge not tired..." He shifted closer. "Me Sludge gladly stay here... help with hunting, digging, taking care of pack."
"You Sludge look nice in water," Grimlock was not afraid to admit. "Like you Sludge belongs. Never seen before." The rivers back in Landslide's territory were too shallow to really enjoy watching Sludge in his element so to speak.
The vents of the tall youngling promptly spat steam into the cooling air. Grimlock was telling him he looked good! That was beyond Sludge's wildest dreams. "M-me Sludge t-thanks... You Grimlock... l-look good when hunting, f-fighting... Back that night panel locks broke, you Grimlock looked..." he had to let his intakes suck in another dose of cool air. "You G-Grimlock looked like real leader."
This time, Grimlock's vents were the ones to start humming. That night was one of his fondest memories of Landslide, one of his fondest memories of all - the night he ceased being a youngling and became a warrior, and to receive such a compliment on how he looked then was a great treat. Grimlock raised a hand to touch the side of Sludge's face and purred at him. "Me Grimlock thank you Sludge."
Sludge clicked, like a sparkling and leaned into the touch. His body was hot by now, his insides stirring, his spark twisting... He already knew this feeling but ever since he became a warrior, he haven't yet put his spike to use. It was stirring now beneath the protective panel, wanting to get out, to dive into another's sweet heat... It was almost scary. The young warrior let out a soft growl, and timidly reached for Grimlock's hand. "Y-you Grimlock... good leader."
It finally clicked, and Grimlock's visor flickered again in surprise when he felt the heat rolling off the other Dinobot, vibration from Sludge's systems going over Grimlock's hand. He remembered enduring much the same feelings the night his panel locks were broken, but he had to admit this was rather sudden. Then again, he also went through it several times before when Swoop's presence got to him though he had kept it to himself.
Testing, Grimlock cupped the side of Sludge's face with his hand and smoothed his thumb over the other Dinobot's facial plating. If he was wrong, better to find that out now than later. "Sludge?"
The young mech was trembling, his processors reeling, trying to find courage to say the words... Grimlock won't hurt him, won't hate him, he was sure, but oh, by the Great God Primus it was so hard! Sludge moved a tiny bit closer, curled his fingers around Grimlock's hand, and opened his mouth... His vents were howling by now, and he couldn't stand the crimson gaze any longer. He bowed his head low and barely audibly, he finally forced the confession out. "M-me Sludge... l-like you Grimlock...!"
Okay, he was right. Even if Sludge had not finally said it, his behavior was all the proof Grimlock needed. "Me Grimlock like you Sludge too," he replied. It was true - he truly cared for all of his pack members, and Sludge and Swoop were both his favorites.
Slowly, Sludge looked up. Umm... Oookay, this went rather well... "Y-you Grimlock do...?" He ran his hand absent-mindedly down on Grimlock's arm, caressing it lightly.
Grimlock nodded and leaned forward to touch his face mask to Sludge's forehead as if that might prove he was sincere. "Me Grimlock like you Sludge," he repeated. "Sludge pretty in water. Sludge nice too. Make good bearer some day."
Sludge's spike and well both quivered at the last compliment - in Dinobot society, bearing new life was a greatly respected role, and the best warriors were even more admired when they let their bodies carry an offspring. Dinobots knew, that great warriors bear great heirs.
Moreover, Grimlock, even though not directly, but claimed Sludge as his future consort. That was something really awesome...!
However, in this moment, they both picked up the telltale sounds of metal screeching against stone - Slag and Snarl returned. Sludge immediately stepped back, hoping that they won't notice anything... Not that he was afraid of mocking.
Slag roared to them when he noticed the pair. "Come here and help us! Cubes not like be dropped!"
Grimlock reluctantly pulled his hand away from Sludge's face. Slag never ceased to have horrible timing. "Rrrr...drop and we not go hunting!" he barked at the youngest Dinobot. He glanced back to Sludge and touched his face mask to his forehead again before he finally turned to go help Slag and Snarl with their load. It would not do for them to drop the volatile cubes. Swoop's idea was looking more and more appealing.
With some effective teamwork, the five cubes were safely delivered to the ground in a short time. Snarl looked a bit exhausted - he never had to exercise his cubemaking ability before, when they lived with the adults. Also, even though he was rather passive, he was also a keen observer; he sensed, that Grimlock and Sludge have something to discuss. He picked up two cubes, and nudged Slag. "Cubes need to placed away. Help me Snarl and then sleep, save strength for hunt."
"You Snarl not command me Slag!" the youngest warrior growled, but he couldn't really argue with the logic. He took the remaining three containers and followed his comrade.
Grimlock huffed at Slag's defiance and repeated Snarl's command, "Help him Snarl then rest if you Slag want to hunt at sun-up." He could gripe at Snarl all he wanted, but he had better listen to Grimlock. "Us have lots of work to do. Him Swoop has good ideas to make easier." The Dinobot leader crossed his arms over his large chest and left it at that, almost daring Slag to defy him too.
It earned him a dirty look; a flash of the red optics in the rapidly descending darkness. "Yeah, yeah. You not coming, big leader? Hunt troublesome, mechs need energy to get prey..."
"Me Grimlock be in soon," was all Grimlock said in response as he made a "shoo"ing motion with one hand. "And be quiet - him Swoop resting already."
Snarl nodded, Slag growled, and they were off soon, carrying their precious load to the inside of the cave.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms hooked around Grimlock's waist, holding him tight against a warm body, and Sludge nuzzled the young leader's head. He cooled down somewhat during the task, but he didn't forget where they had been - and if nothing else, he wanted to thank Grimlock properly for the declaration and the promise.
Grimlock let out a small noise of startlement, but it quickly devolved to a content purr which he let roll through his body and into Sludge's as he reached down to touch the other Dinobot's hands. He had not forgotten where they were either, and Sludge's warmth was very nice.
The close contact did wonders, and soon, Sludge was trembling again, insides tense with anticipation. Maybe... just maybe, he could get his way with the leader...? He brushed his lips against Grimlock's audio sensors, whispering into them. "You Grimlock fine warrior, big and strong... feel good against me. Me Sludge all warm inside and feel funny."
Grimlock's visor flickered a few times before it fell offline, and he unconsciously allowed his head to roll back slightly. That was a weakness of his - few things made his systems heat up like words whispered into his audios. Sludge could be muttering utter nonsense, and it would still have the same effect on Grimlock. "You Sludge...feel nice too," he purred in response over the hissing of his own vents.
The next thing he felt was the other's panel grinding against his backside, not unlike that glorious night, when Landslide made him a true warrior. Sludge groaned, his spike and well aching on an interesting, nice way... He could even feel the lubricant energon trickling down the inside of his thighs.
When Sludge ground against him, Grimlock's legs began to tremble as his own well and spike stirred deep inside him, and it was all he could do to prevent his panel from snapping open immediately when Sludge groaned into his audio receptor. Lubricant energon splashed against his panel as his purr intensified, rumbling louder and vibrating harder through his body.
The other mech couldn't take it anymore. He was heated, aroused, more than ready… Sludge carefully turned his young leader, to press his panel against his – he almost jerked away, from the heat, from the electrifying touch…. Mm, so Grimlock wanted this, too. "You Grimlock… mated before?" he asked quietly. Despite being older that the Chief's heir, Sludge had no experience with the act – he could have asked his parents, but somehow, he was not interested in it. Until now, of course.
Grimlock turned around easily though it took him a moment to respond to Sludge's question with a slow shake of his head, the heat from the other Dinobot's panel making it difficult for him to think. He had not truly mated before - the night his panel locks were broken did not count. That was something all younglings went through with the tribe's chief as part of the ritual to celebrate their coming of age.
The other mech's vents hissed up sharply. Oh... Actually, he didn't count on that answer. But he had to ask... If the answer was negative, he'll try to coax Snarl to help him out. Sludge leaned closer, his tone quiet and almost pleading as he spoke up. "Y-you Grimlock... want to mate Sludge...?"
Grimlock reluctantly flickered his visor back online so he could favor Sludge with an exasperated glare as his vents hummed with the other Dinobot's. Sludge got him all worked up, and now he asks that? His answer was the sharp clicking noise of his panel sliding open which Grimlock then leaned forward to grind against Sludge's, one hand lifting to grip the other Dinobot's hip to pull him closer as he purred, "You Sludge not waste time asking dumb questions."
Wow... that really felt like... having a Chief! The tall youngster obeyed immediately by opening his panel as well and moving forward - oh, the heat, the wetness was so exciting...! - and his large hands began to roam on Grimlock's armor, trying to find sensitive spots. "M-me not mated either... Fooled with Berserk and Tusk after panel broke... but not mated. Me Sludge... glad Grimlock's first." He placed a soft kiss on the young leader's mask.
Grimlock's purr intensified when Sludge's hands found the delicate joints of his "wings", and the protrusions twitched in response. He ground his panel harder against Sludge's then gave his hips a sharp tug downwards so they could sit on the rocks, lubricant energon dripping onto the ground from between his legs.
Blue optics fixed on the faintly shimmering liquid, then a cautious hand began to quest between Grimlock's legs. Sludge eased a finger into the valve first, shuddering from excitement as he felt how slippery it was. Young Dinobots usually had problems controlling their reproduction parts, they started to lubricate easily and a lot. But, it was not what Sludge wanted - he moved upwards, for the spike's hiding place, trying to lure it forth.
Grimlock's legs began to shake again, and he pushed eagerly into Sludge's hand, reaching down with one hand to mimic the attention. He slipped one finger into Sludge's valve as his own spike twisted inside him before it snapped out with a growl from Grimlock. The air was uncomfortably cool against the heated metal, and it took a little more concentration that he would have liked to keep it from retracting itself back into his much warmer body.
Sludge moaned softly and pressed himself closer - the air had indeed cooled down, and he knew it didn't feel too nice - his valve was too heated, and the air chilled it. The young warrior placed one hand on Grimlock's shoulder to steady himself, then cautiously took the young chief's spike into the other and after giving it a few gentle tugs, thumb tracing the ridges on it carefully, he guided it inside his dripping well.
Grimlock growled sharply and arched into Sludge's wonderful warmth, gripping the other Dinobot's hips tightly. So this was what Landslide felt every time he broke another youngling's locks. Grimlock knew it felt good to bury one's spike into another's well, but he never imagined just how good it would feel. He seemed to fit perfectly inside Sludge, and his spike gave a little shudder of its own in delight.
It was answered by a quiver of the flexible walls around him; and Sludge pushed forward with a short, soft cry, practically climbing into Grimlock's lap. He clung to the other's broad shoulders, vents and intakes working overtime; it just felt so good, too good, almost too much. And, it was Grimlock, the strong, beautiful mech Sludge had his optics on since a while. It was perfect. He suspected it won't last long - systems not used to the stimulation, the rapidly rising inner energy tended to overload them sooner than a more experienced warrior's. So, to make sure Grimlock knew how wonderful it felt, Sludge pressed his head against the others, to murmur into the audio sensors. "So good... You Grimlock feel good inside. Aah!"
A snarl tore free of Grimlock's vocal processor as he rocked almost desperately against Sludge, wanting to feel as much of Sludge as he could. He tried his best to hold himself back, but it felt so wonderful, it was nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but the sensation of his spike slipping in and out of Sludge in the erratic rhythm they set.
The tall, strong body under his hands jerked and tensed, as desperate moans and cries rang out into the early night. Soon, too soon, the world around them was no more, nothing else mattered, but the throbbing energy inside. Sludge was trembling, blue optics offline as he ground himself against his partner, until his systems couldn't resist anymore. His last functioning processors gave up, his neuro-grid felt like melting and the overload crushing down on him made him roar, announcing his pleasure.
The overload made Sludge's well tighten around Grimlock's spike, and that sent Grimlock over the edge as well. He joined Sludge's roar with a thunderous one of his own, his vocal processor finally mature and able to generate a proper one which made the loose rocks around them shake.
A few minutes passed in relative silence - the sea's murmur mingled with the humming of vents. Sludge thought, he could easily doze off like this, draped over his beloved leader. He resisted, though - he knew it'd be a lot better to move back into their cave.
Grimlock's visor flickered tiredly several times as he stared up at the now dark sky and purred to the other Dinobot, "You Sludge...felt good." He never imagined it would feel that good to have the role reversed - for him to be the one inside another rather than other way around. He growled softly as he felt his spike slowly retract itself, sliding out of Sludge and back into his body where his panel clicked shut softly.
A similar click answered it - that's how the body worked. When his temperature settled for a more normal one, the tall youngster leaned back a bit, smiling at Grimlock and nuzzling him affectionately. "Me Sludge glad you Grimlock first. You Grimlock felt good, too. And you Grimlock's voice strong now..." he pulled his shoulders up a bit with a mischievous grin. "Think them others heard...?"
"You Sludge loud too," Grimlock countered through his steady purr. "Them probably did." He did not care though. They were part of his pack - his future tribe. If they had issue with this, too bad.
The other mech purred back, and hesitantly, but eased himself out of Grimlock's lap. "Us better go sleep - big hunt at sun-up and much work to do."
Grimlock's fingers slid over Sludge's hips and legs as he stood as if reluctant to let him go, but he nodded in agreement and stood as well once Sludge was out of his lap. "Yes - us get lots of rest."
So, the two young warriors retuned to the darkness of their shelter. The others seemed to be resting, though Slag's vents were humming a little louder than usual, and from Swoop's direction, tiny, muffled noises could be heard... almost like laughter.
Grimlock, before switching to recharge, made a mental note to scold him later.
