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Meaning of a Kiss.	By : Sabertron15 Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Meaning of a Kiss.
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I wrote this based on the old story I wrote a few years ago called 'Saved by the Bell' but you don't need to read that to understand this little excerpt, mainly because it's quite badly written as it was the first multi-chaptered story I wrote.

This twoshot is an excerpt from my collection of oneshots on FFN (fanfiction.net) titled 'Meaning of a Kiss'. I go by the same pen name there: Sabertron15 if you'd like to read the rest.

This turned into a twoshot because I couldn't stop writing once I started and these guys have always been one of my favourite fanfiction trios.
On with the fic!!!

A kiss on the Stomach means I'm ready...

It was a peaceful solar cycle for those stationed on The Arc, the mechs on duty were either rusting from boredom or recharging amidst the calm of the day. For those serving their shifts in the central hub, it was an almost painfully boring silent shift…not that anyone wanted anything dramatic to happen but they had all become used to almost daily squabbles with the Decepticons. Even Optimus Prime had been seen pacing his office or sitting staring blankly at his monitor in boredom.
Bluestreak sighed, he was one of the four mechs currently on shift in the main central sector of the base and he was struggling to keep his optics online and focused on his work.
A loud huff sounded from somewhere behind him, drawing his bored gaze away from the control screen in front of him to the other mechs in the Command Centre. Quickly glancing around he saw Blaster with his head on the desk, rolling a stylus back and forth; Mirage was sitting opposite the orange mech, turning his electro-disruptor on and off whilst keeping his optics firmly planted on his own screen.
Another huff sounded, this one louder than the last and obviously coming from the only other mech in the room…Sideswipe. Said mech was currently leaning back on his chair, looking dangerously close to falling over, his helm was tilted back so the red twin could watch him upside down.
Once Sideswipe realized he'd caught the gunner's attention he smiled widely, giving him a slightly demonic look from the angle his head was at.
Bluestreak just flicked his door wings dismissively before spinning back round in his chair to face the control screen, not before seeing the affronted look that passed over the lambo's face. Resisting the urge to chuckle he went back to work, ignoring the now very loud sighing that was emitting from the other mech.
Click.
Bluestreak paused, wings twitching at the sound before resuming his typing.
Click…Click.
Sideswipe was up to something, he thought, wings twitching backwards to pick up the clicking sound that was most definitely coming from the melee warrior.
Click…click…click…click…click.
His wings went stiff as he realized the sound was…closer.
Click…click...click.
The grey mech twitched before cautiously, ever so slowly turning his head to the side…coming nose to nose with a manically grinning Sideswipe.
"ARRRRGHHHHHH!" Bluestreak propelled himself sideways, away from the mech who had been shuffling closer to the working Datsun.
The others reacted instantaneously with his scream of terror, Blaster shot to his feet wild opticed and brandishing his stylus like a sword whilst Mirage had shrieked himself, turning invisible again in the process.
Roaring laughter made all three panicked mechs turn to stare at the Lamborghini rolling over the floor, crying and clutching his sides in hysteria.

The Clanking of metal on metal resounded loudly through the empty corridor, heavy tread accompanied by the angry muttering of the Autobots youngest gunner; steadfastly ignoring the other mech he knew was currently trying to keep up with him.
Bluestreak ran the last stretch of corridor to his quarters, hearing his pursuer pick up his pace to match, punched in the code to his room and quickly darted in. Sealing and locking the door before remembering dully that he shared this room with the twins, Blue quickly changed the code to get in and stood back to listen to the string of very creative curses coming from the mech he had just barely managed to lock out.
Satisfied that he'd brought himself a few breems of alone time, he turned to the berth to lie down and enjoy the end of a terribly dull double shift. Blue reflected that maybe locking Sideswipe out was a tad overboard; the red twin had pulled worse pranks over the vorns than simply making him jump whilst on duty.
Then he remembered the current reason he was so exhausted after his involuntary double shift.
After everyone had recovered from the scare Sides had given all three mechs, they had doubled over joining the red twin in his manic laughter and loudly joking that the frontliner should go scare everyone else on duty; to liven up their shifts as much as Sideswipe had done for them.
That was how Prowl had found them…unimpressed and irritated Prowl.
The Prowl who had been called from his office due to Red Alert shrieking about Decepticon infiltrators after he had heard the screaming.
The Prowl who had panicked when he realized it was Bluestreak who had cried out and ran – though he would never admit it to anyone, ever – from his office to the command deck.
Needless to say the dressing down they all received –mainly Sideswipe actually- was ringing in their audios for breems after and well into the double shift Prowl assigned them, for as the SIC put it:
"If you all have enough time to pull and plan foolish pranks, you all have more than enough time to work a bit longer."
A bit longer to Prowl meaning a double shift for all four unfortunate mechs…unsurprisingly no one was laughing when the commander left the room.
Bluestreak sighed, rolling over onto his front so his door wings where free to move around. Perhaps, he thought, it was not so much the scolding and the extra shift but the conversation afterwards that truly…disturbed him and made him keen to avoid anyone that would remind him of it, especially Sideswipe.
Speaking of the red menace, Blue lifted his head off the berth to listen as the warrior let out an impressive bout of curses after another failed attempt to hack the door console. Chuckling loud enough that Sides could hear him –and receiving a low growl in reply- Bluestreak lowered his head once more, content to lay there and enjoy listening to his partner swear in annoyance.
Yes, he could very well have done without Sideswipe's thoughts on just why Prowl had been more uppity than usual.
"You Know" the frontliner mused, slinging his pedes up onto the console.
"Prowl's just sore we interrupted his down time with Jazz."
So, not only had Bluestreak unwillingly worked overtime, he had also learnt that Prowl had a very strict schedule during the work day…that included a set time for a bit of 'relaxation' with his bondmate.
He had spent the rest of the shift repeatedly deleting the mental image and purging his data banks as a result of Sideswipe's very detailed description of their commanding officers going at it like 'petro-rabbits'.
Bluestreak cringed, tanks lurching at the thought of Prowl and Jazz interfacing. Both mechs were like creators to him and even thinking bout them doing anything remotely…sexy to each other made his CPU screech in protest and filled him with the overwhelming urge to pour acid on his optics in an attempt to burn away the image.
"What the slag did you do this time idiot?"
The sharpshooter jumped slightly as the annoyed voice of Sunstreaker sounded from outside.
"I didn't do…" Blue winced slightly at the loud clang that interrupted the red twin.
"Cut the bull moron, Blue wouldn't have locked you out if you had 'done nothing'"
The grey mech watched the door in silent amusement; he could practically feel Sunstreaker glaring at his brother.
"Well I might have got him in trouble…and possibly scarred him for life."
Knowing that the yellow warrior was more than likely resisting the urge to punch his counterpart, Bluestreak snorted unable find the situation anything other than amusing. Though he did feel a bit bad about Sunny being stuck outside, he had obviously just come back from a very lengthy patrol and had, knowing the larger mech, been looking forward to using their wash racks the entire time.
Bluestreak jerked at the feral growl that came from behind the door; obviously Sunstreaker had heard him laugh.
"Move out the way slagger, Laugh now Blue just wait till I get in there!"
No…Sunstreaker did not sound happy at all.
The gunner decided the best course of action would be to lie back down on his front and vein innocence. Hopefully Sunstreaker wouldn't kill him, especially if he stretched out and made himself look as enticing as possible…the door whooshed open and he felt his fuel pump plummet in dread.
'Sunstreakers going to kill me' Bluestreak thought solemnly, keeping his face firmly hidden in his folded arms. Everyone on the Arc knew not to delay Sunstreaker when it came to using the wash racks.
Shooting a cautious look over his shoulder, he was surprised to see both twins standing in the doorway watching him. Curious he lifted his head a bit more, flicking his door wing out the way to observe the motionless twins.
Both mechs had been transfixed with something but with the movement of his wings they both sprung back to life. Bluestreak moved to lie on his side, watching in bemusement as they practically tripped over each other in their rush to get in, snarling and shoving one another all the while.
Sideswipe turned and locked the door as soon as he was in, his brother just stood drinking in the sight of their little partner lying seductively on his side, door wings fanned behind him and bright optics watching them both with obvious confusion.
It took Bluestreak little more than a klick to realize what had changed the warriors' moods, flushing under the attention he quickly turned to lay back down again. Just because he had wanted to distract Sunny from killing him didn't mean he wanted to be jumped instead!
The twins chuckled in unison, moving over to sit either end of the berth and within petting distance of the young gunner. Sighing, he sat up; he knew it was pointless to ignore the two terrors…especially when it involved himself.
Besides, Blue thought calmly as Sideswipe kissed his forehead, it wasn't like he didn't enjoy the attention the two lavished on him. Teasing touches and whispered endearments were just something that he had become used to hearing…and addicted to since the twins had begun courting him a few orns ago.
Neither twin had ever pushed the boundaries nor done anything he was uncomfortable with, he shuddered lightly as he was encouraged to lie on his back. Gentle hands arranging his door wings so they wouldn't ache when he put his weight on them.
They had been dating solidly for nearly an earth year, since his recovery party after Devastator had decided booting him into a cliff was a good idea. Never going beyond a few well-placed kisses and wandering hands, Bluestreak always shied away whenever the twins became to bold in their explorations. Neither frontliner had complained though, always pulling back without hesitation and contented themselves to soft petting and cuddling instead.
The gunner sighed as a warm frame settled between his legs, he on lined the optics he hadn't realized he'd shut off and took in the site of Sunstreaker smiling warmly at him. Most mechs on the Arc would never believe the golden warrior could ever be gentle or caring, but here in the solitude of their quarters Sunny was both and even more.
He turned slightly to watch as Sideswipe curled up against his side, black hands tracing random soothing patterns on his wings. Sunstreaker gently cradled his face, bringing Bluestreak's attention back to him; thumbs stroked his cheeks before the larger mech leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his lips causing Bluestreak to purr. If there were an award for amazing processor melting kisses it'd go to Sunny, Sides was equally talented but Sunstreaker had a secret weapon on his side and…Bluestreak's optics widened, gasping as his partner put said weapon to effect. Sharp fangs lightly scraped his bottom lip begging for entrance, moaning Bluestreak readily granted it.
Another thing about the twins that most chose to conveniently forget is that they both fared from Kaon, city-state of the Decepticons. Though neither twin had ever been a member of that faction they both carried traits of their Kaonian heritage. For Sunny it was the rather large fangs, for Sideswipe…Bluestreak twitched, it was the sharp retractable claws that were currently buried in amidst sensitive wires.
Suddenly Sideswipe moved lower down his form, gently caressing his thigh and forcing his brother to shift to Blue's other side. Sunstreaker broke his lip lock with the gunner to snarl at his twin, both growled threateningly at each other and Bluestreak knew better than to interfere. Part of the twins heritage included the need to fight and…dominate, Blue winced, as the snarling increased in volume neither mech willing to back down.
Deciding he didn't fancy witnessing a mini battle rein in their quarters, Blue whimpered and stretched out submissively, knowing it would be more than enough to draw the two mechs attention back to him.
Sideswipe looked up sharply from his position by Blue's hip.
"I...I think we should stop" He panted, obviously wanting to do anything but.
Bluestreak paused…every time the three of them had found themselves in a similar position he had always said 'yes let's stop' before it went to far. Even though he knew it was sometimes painful for the twins to pull away from him, but now…now he couldn't imagine anything worse than the twins pulling away.
Blue belatedly realized that he didn't want them to, he wanted the twins to continue…he wanted to feel them both, wanted them to be his first lovers.
Optics dimming as he made up his mind, Bluestreak shot a dark look at the twins as they went to climb off the berth.
"If either of you stop now I swear to Primus I will never, ever so much as kiss either of you again" he hissed, voice low with want.
Two identical pair of artic blue optics stared up at him in shock, Sideswipe's mouth opened and closed though no sound escaped.
"Are you sure?" Sunstreaker eventually croaked out, hand reaching out to trace the grey plating beneath him.
Bluestreak nodded, smiling brightly, he had made his decision. He needed to take the next step with them, wanted to take that next step.
Sunstreaker ducked his head to place an affectionate kiss on Blue's stomach, Sideswipe sitting up to mimic his brother.
"Promise to be gentle" Sideswipe whispered softly.
Sunstreaker let out a rumbling laugh and shot a smoldering look at their soon to be lover.
"I can not promise the same."
Bluestreak gulped as he was pinned by matching heated stares.
'Well' the gunner thought dazedly as the twins descended on him.
'At least this will be a night to remember...'

The next part will be up next week ^^
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