Moment of Gold

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

PG-13
IDW Parallax AU
Wing/Perceptor
vaguely tactile ghost-possessiony interfacing kind of?  Also, AU.
for tf_rare_pairingweekly request: Wing/Perceptor I see what’s inside

The touch startled Perceptor, even as he registered exactly who it was: Wing, his touch always gentle, one hand resting lightly on Perceptor’s shoulder armor. “Are you all right?” He’d gotten used to the spectral jet accompanying him, could read the gentle fuzz of the other mech’s approach.

“Fine,” Perceptor said, gathering his reserve around himself. He had, he realized, gone distant, optics staring unseeing at the disassembled gun in front of him. 

“Drift says you tend to overwork yourself.” The ghostly hand slid forward, fingertips moving to the chestplate, and Perceptor felt the memory of the cool glass of a cockpit against his backplate.

“Drift is not one to talk.”

“Oh, I know.” He could feel the laugh in Wing’s voice, in the jet’s entire EM field, licking against him. When all you are is an electromagnetic anomaly, your vibrations were strong, rich, almost too much to bear. “That hardly excuses you, however.”

Perceptor gave a noncommittal sound, trying not to relax into the gentle lure of the embrace behind him.  Wing was too tempting, too distracting, even like this, bodiless. “This needs to be fixed.”

“Yes. Possibly.  But more than any device, we need you, Perceptor.”  A gentle nuzzle at his helm and when Perceptor didn’t move, a sly, calculated flickering lick at his scope. Perceptor twitched, a sharp line of pleasure shooting down his sensor net.

Cheating.  It figured.  Wing would cheat if he thought it was right.  “You’re making it hard to concentrate,” he murmured.

A chuckle, a sweet, thrilling note of sound that he knew only he could hear. “That’s the general idea.” 

“Wing,” he began to protest, but the jet’s arms, translucent lines of sleek white, slid down over his, and he could feel the body pushing into his, Wing fuzzing his field to meld with Perceptor’s, just enough to invite, to offer. 

As if he could really refuse.  His defenses were not strong enough to survive the gentle assault of Wing’s desire: he was entirely disarmed, weaponless against Wing.  He sighed, feeling Wing melt into him, feeling the velvet warmth envelope him.  “I shouldn’t,” he whispered, one last claw of protest.

“You should,” Wing answered, around him, within him, the words vibrating, gold colored and soft, against him. 

Perceptor tipped his head back, relaxing into the other’s control, the other electrical field melding with, twining around his own. It was a kind of intimacy he’d never imagined: another mech in your systems, mingling electrons, sharing vibrations.  “Wing,” he said, hearing his own voice as an echo, distant and indistinct, like a fog of sound. 

A glow, rose and gold, trilling against him in response, color and emotions: bright joy and sweet affection, almost too pure to bear, like looking directly into the sun.  He tried to make a sound, but it just seemed to swirl around their conjoined systems, a soft, keening note, a shadow of longing that seemed to highlight the glowing presence of Wing, like a black velvet setting for a bright jewel.

Pleasurre began singing along his systems.  Wing, bodiless, had become adept at working with his new form, manipulating his energy field, turning his emotions into tactile sensations, gentle brushes over Perceptor’s net, ghostly hands stroking over his body. 

//Someone  could walk in,// Perceptor protested, mostly for form’s sake, for the stiff awkwardness he knew he’d feel at being witnessed as Wing took him: arching, slowly, mouthplates parted in bliss, absorbed and shameless.

//They could,//Wing mused, and then dismissed it with a laugh.  //I doubt at this hour, though.//

Perceptor checked his chrono, only then realizing how late into the night he’d worked: well past any decent hour, the time stretching nearly to dawn. 

//If you choose to be cautious,// Wing murmured, the words vibrating through Perceptor’s frame, //You might offline your vocalizer.//

Perceptor cut the controls, just as Wing sent a wave of sensation over him, pleasure of a dozen different kinds: touch and emotion, color and warmth and sound, mingling together. He felt himself twist into it, letting the wave break against him, over him, desire and want and acceptance frothing over him, pulling him under, drowning him in desire.  He could feel a cry swell within him, unable to escape, and rippling back over his own systems, wracking him with want. 

//Wing…!//

A sense of a smile, from the inside, the kind of broad emotion he’d never let himself display, even before: pure and joyous and almost incandescent. It held him rapt, entranced, lit from within, every strut, every circuit seeming to glow with sweet-toned gold. He felt his entire frame tremble, as though shivering from the struggle to contain so much raw emotion, and he arched up, hands clawing at the worktable, overcome by a silken white bliss.

Wing withdrew, slowly, like an ebbing tide, warm tendrils of emotion: affection, concern, happiness sliding over Perceptor’s frame, until he felt the jet’s energy coalesce behind him, the phantom hands stroking soothingly over his helm. “Rest,” Wing said, the word half-in, half-out of Perceptor.

It took him a moment to remember to reconnect his vocalizer. “Have to get work done,” he mumbled, but even he couldn’t call it more than half-heartedly. 

“Later,” Wing said.  “The war is always here.  But moments like this…?”  One last push of golden joy at his systems, and Perceptor let it take him, bowl him over into a blessed, peaceful recharge.

Comments

[ravynfyre.livejournal.com]

omg, I love this! *clings and pets* so sweet and beautiful and lovely and happy. I cannot get enough of the way you write these two (and/or Drift), either in parallax or halcyon. *covets so much*

[acidgreenflames.livejournal.com]

Squeeee! I loved Parallax and this is a fantastic continuation of that story line :D

[ultrarodimus.livejournal.com]

^_^ I really loved this one. The interactions between Perceptor and Ghost!Wing, the descriptions... *shivers all over* ^_^

[renegadewriter8.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEEEE I love Parallax and am so very happy to see it in this fic. I do hope you would continue wiht it again?

Loved this, their interactions were awesome. ^^

[playswithworms.livejournal.com]

EEE!!! More Parallax! :D
"mingling electrons, sharing vibrations" Mmmmm, oh, just so much lovely ^_^

[silaphet.livejournal.com]

High on neurochemically induced metaphysical euphoria, hormones blossoming like cherry blooms in Spring, an enrapturing ethereal ectoplasmic ecstasy … orgasmic like chocolate *happy sighs* …. aka, this is beautiful!

[kamiraptor.livejournal.com]

I'm just gonna be over here d'awwing all over the place. ^_^

Wing is probably the most thoughtful guy ever, isn't he? So sweet!

Also, the way you convey the physical sensation here? Makes me shiver. Absolutely lovely!

[wyntir-knight.livejournal.com]

This was truly beautiful!