Turnabout

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

PG
IDW
Drift/Perceptor
for tf_speedwriting  prompt 'kiss me'. Yeah I know I wrote this prompt before, but this is...the other way.  

 

 

Turnabout, Perceptor had learned quite some time ago, when he was first studying tactics, was considered, in combat, to be entirely fair play.  Drift had certainly done this enough to him.  And Perceptor was…just slightly overcharged, which bolstered his courage as well as his desire. So, he dropped himself down onto the table, blocking Drift’s view of the vidscreen. 

Drift raised his supraorbital ridge. “Something on your mind, Perceptor?”  He had possibly read the looseness in Perceptor’s limbs, the lack of focus in the reticle.

“I heard,” Perceptor said, pitching his voice louder than usual. He had prepared this. “that you do not know how to kiss.”  He pinched his mouth shut, concentrating on the amused silence that fell around the room. 

Drift cocked his head. “You heard.” 

“I heard.”

“Hearsay.” Drift settled back against the couch’s back, kicking his feet up, resting them on Perceptor’s lap, arms folded behind his head.  He squeezed one footplate against Perceptor’s thigh.  “I’m not worried.”

“Your honor is at stake.” 

“I counter your hearsay,” Drift said, optics lidded in mock insolence, “with my firm assertion that’s not true.” 

“That dataset is biased,” Perceptor countered.  He idly stroked one hand up one foot, fingers toying with the control cables in the gap at the ankle.

Drift shot him a look, fighting a smile. “That so?”

Perceptor nodded once, firmly.  “Contaminated, even.”  He heard the muffled laughs and ‘oooooooh’s from the other Wreckers.

“Contaminated.” Drift looked aside, considering.  “So. What would be a more convincing ‘dataset’ for you?” 

Perceptor shrugged.  “Direct experience?”

“Oh? Are you…,” the mouth fought a barbed smile, “qualified to judge?”

Another ‘oooooh’ from the crowd. Ah. So it would be like this.  “You’re free to choose your own expert.”  You’d just…better not. 

Drift tilted his head, as if weighing options. “No,” he said. “You’ll do.” He grinned at the flicker of outrage that flashed over Perceptor’s face.

 The blue optics glinted. Drift kicked his feet out of Perceptor’s lap, rolling forward, pushing his knees between the larger mech’s, spreading them apart as he leaned over.  “That is,” he said, his voice husky, but loud enough to be overheard, “if you’re conscious enough to judge.”

“I’d rate boring your partner into a coma as a solid failure,” Perceptor said, archly.

Drift cocked his head. “I’ll do my best to keep you interested.”

Perceptor’s mouth quirked just as Drift covered it with his own, the mouth plates brushing, at first, gently over his, warm and satiny.  Drift’s mouth pushed against him, the nasal of his heavy helm nuzzling against Perceptor’s cheek, his blue optics shuttering, almost shyly. 

Perceptor brought one hand to cup Drift’s face.

“No. That’s cheating,” Drift said pulling away, optics flaring open. “We want a pure data capture, don’t we?”  He snickered, softly, determined to make Perceptor regret his challenge.

He’d have to try harder than that.  “I see,” Perceptor said, lowering his hand. 

“Now,” Drift murmured, “where were we…? Ah.” He brushed Perceptor’s cheek with his helm’s nasal, his lips skimming the edge of Perceptor’s EM field, ducking in lower, sliding his mouth over Perceptor’s again.  Perceptor sighed under the contact. The mouth parted, Drift’s glossa tingling live current over his lips, not probing, not pushing, just…licking, tingling gently over the metal. 

Drift gave a gentle purring growl, pinching the lower lip plate between his, flicking his glossa over it, nipping gently before releasing it, leaning in for a more aggressive kiss, glossa  pushing, this time, into Perceptor’s mouth, licking at the lip plates’ undersides.  Perceptor shivered, his ventilation ragged, a sudden blaze of lust bursting over his sensor net.

He whimpered, pushing into the kiss, his own glossa seeking Drift’s, shy but wanting. 

Drift pulled away, one last lick of his glossa over Perceptor’s mouth, optics lidded with his own desire. “That, I presume, settles that?” A drowsy, triumphant smile curled over Drift’s face.

“P-perhaps,” Perceptor said, coming to himself.  Oh no, you are not winning so…decisively.

“Perhaps.”

“It may require…more testing.” He gave his sternest, coldest glare.

Drift broke first, the laugh bursting from him like water from a dam, the laugh ringing around the room, a rare, startling sound, throwing his head back, hands falling slack against his lap.  Perceptor’s own face cracked into a grin. 

“More testing,” Drift managed.  “By…all means.” He snatched Perceptor’s wrist, dropping back against the couch, hauling the larger red frame on top of his. His optics glowed up at Perceptor as he settled over Drift’s lap, hands uncertain on the white shoulder armor. “Want to settle this, right?” Drift said. “No time like the present.” 

 

Comments

[ravynfyre.livejournal.com]

That... was sweetly, adorkably, sexily, awesomely, awesome. I think I want to see more slightly tipsy Perceptor.

No... not think. I definitely want to see more intoxicated sniper-nerd. Yessssss......

[tainry.livejournal.com]

klas;dgl;adgka;sdgoayog hqag!!!!!!
FanTAStic! <333333333333

[chibirisuchan.livejournal.com]

^_______________________^ awesome antidote for the wibble! OMG Percy trying so hard to talk smack, and what he comes up with is 'contaminated data set!' Heeeeeeee! And obviously more data is required. A theory's not proven until the results are reproducible after all. \o/ let's hear it for the geekbots!

[anavidbookworm.livejournal.com]

This was way too cute. How they were bantering back and forth just made me grin throughout the whole thing. And then I remember that they have an audience and just start cracking up. :)

[ladyofdragons.livejournal.com]

Ahhh! This is cute and hot at the same time. I can here the other Wreckers laughing and then groaning about their equivalent of a saachrine overdose.