Trines - Fire and Water

[quidamling]

Wakejumper, Twilight, FireBond - literally and in all senses... W.T.F.

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Title:  Trines - Fire and Water
'Verse: AU RP-verse
Characters / Pairings:  OCs - Wakejumper/Twilight/FireBond
Summary:  Trine spark-smut for the sake of trine spark-smut
Rating: R?  Is it actually even seks sans bits?
Warnings:  Yes, it's a threesome.  No, it's just mech sparkmerging.  Shush.
AN:  Hopefully I haven't totally raped charries that aren't mine.

I have no one to blame but myself.  And the slightly disconcerting realization that writing threesomes comes rather easily to me... my mom must be so proud...

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Wakejumper had been working another late shift.  He keyed open the door and shuffled into the dark quarters.  Looking over at the berth, Twilight was spooning with her back against FireBond’s chest.  Her hand lay over Fire’s arm that was wrapped tightly over her hip, other hand curled near her cheekplate on the mech’s upper arm.  Fire’s chin hooked over her helm which was tucked against his neck.  They looked so complete the two of them; sometimes he wondered what made their trine work.  The triplechanger sat beside them and lay down, settling with his chest near the femme.  His vents hissed in a sigh of exhaustion before he had a chance to check them.  The large mech froze, hoping he hadn’t woken either of his lovers.

No such luck.  A pair of dark blue, almost indigo optics flickered on and met his in the darkness.

Twilight pulled her hand from near her faceplates and stroked WakeJumper’s own.  “Another long shift?” she murmured.

He nodded glumly, there had been an argument among the other gestalts and WakeJumper had shifted to the background not wanting to pick sides.  Unfortunately, it backfired and everyone seemed mad at him for not taking their side of the debate.

When WakeJumper was depressed, it showed.  The poor lug of a triplechanger wore his spark on his plating, as it were.  Twilight’s spark went out to him.  She pet over his brow, down cheekplating and over his neck for a few breems.  When her lover seemed to relax, she moved, cupping his chin and drawing him in for a deep gentle kiss.

Going willingly with the motion, he leaned into Twilight’s mouth.  She hummed, tracing over dental plates with her glossa and lightly nipping at Wakejumper’s when it slowly moved to chase hers and return the attention.  The femme melted under his lips.  Wakejumper slid his glossa down the length of Twilight’s, flicked charge near the back of her mouth that earned him a staticing gasp, then twirled his glossa back to press tip to tip.  One massive hand held the deep blue helm, his thumb stroking her cheek, while his other palm slipped beneath her chassis and pulled her torso against his.

She went with the suggestion, quivering slightly with want while the mech traced from her neck, down her chassis.  Bending at the waist to lean against WakeJumper ended up grinding her aft against Fire’s hips, she noted with amusement.  Reacting to a favorite spot along her side by arching her back pressed sensitive plating against both her lovers.  She moved her hand from orange and black chin down to where his chestplates met his collar, stroking along the seam and the mech’s engine revved in response.

Twilight moaned against Wakejumper’s lips, but was cut off when the hand at her hip shifted to between her thighs and pull her aft harder against pelvic plating.  Breaking the kiss to glance back over her shoulder, she found Fire’s deep purple optics.  He made a low growl and ground his palm against the femme’s pelvis.  She mewled, the larger mech simply looked chastised. 

“Easy, Wake, he’s just… juuhh-st cranky we pulled him outta recharge,” she said breathlessly.  “Right Fire?” finishing with an overly demure purr and gripped his forearm.

“I hate being woken up.” Fire grumbled.

“I know,” wiggling for the benefit of both mechs.  “But he’s worked hard.”

“So have I.”

“But you actually got to sleep at a reasonable hour.”  She stroked down along his arm; eventually, her hand covered his at the apex of her thighs.  “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

Red hips bucked against Twilight’s aft.  “Make it up to me.”

She poured the needy moan into a kiss with Wakejumper, sparring glossa and scattered charge that had both chassis spiking on thermal sensors. 

“That’s not me.”  Fire growled.  He pressed his hand harder against Twilight, letting his thumb sneak into the join where her inner thigh met her torso, scraping at the sensitive wires running information up and down her frame.  The femme stuttered, breaking with Wakejumper and fisting her hands against an orange chestplate and red hand.  She shivered, pressing her forehead to the larger mech’s neck while he teased his hands along her flank and chest.  Fire nipped her shoulder struts and Twilight twisted her frame, rolling to her back and looking at FireBond with glossy optics.  Fire to her left, water to her right.  She stroked along the center of Wakejumper’s chest, and the mech made a delighted little engine purr.  Fire was busy slowly working his thumb back and forth along cables and wires.  He hit a neural cluster and Twilight arched, gripping at his wrist for an anchor.

The smaller mech made a rough chuckle, moving his top leg over Twilight’s and scraping his heel down her inner calf.  He moved the arm that the femme was still laying on, and with a startled squeak the femme found herself flipped onto FireBond’s chest.  His hand between her legs was replaced by his thigh when he propped up one leg.  The red hand rolled over her aft while she ground against his hips and thigh. 

“Fire…” she gasped, both hands diving into buried connections at his shoulders.  Pulled flush against his chest, any other words were cut off by a bruising kiss.  The blazing mech nipped and lapped, plundering the femme until she regained her senses and rose to the challenge.

Wakejumper chuckled, watching their femme shudder and writhe over the other mech. He rolled, skimming along supple blue plating at her back with a light, gentle touch.  She turned to the triplechanger, lust darkened her optics to almost black, yet they still glowed with fire.  At first it had always unnerved the mech.  For all his size, he was still terribly timid, combination of nurture and nature.  But he grew to love it.  Just like her name, the transition from brightness to dark.

She moved, pulling from Fire’s chassis with slow trailing touches.  He growled again, optics flashing a warning that was more bark than bite.  Twilight danced fingertips along his waist then settled, sitting against Wakejumper’s hips.  The orange mech looked up at her while she pet and massaged over his shoulders with her left hand, reaching over to his back and dipping below plating to play with the cabling leading down his dorsal surface.  He shuttered his optics with a moan, digits clawing against the berth and pressing his brow to his arm.  Her right hand drew idle patterns and glyphs along the seams of his trembling right thigh.  A large black hand settled on her abdomen, and Twilight tipped her head back, panting through her intakes. 

Fire scowled that he was being left out again.  He sat up, kneeling just before Twilight and grabbing her thighs, pulling her to straddle his lap.  One arm around her waist, he snaked the other hand around behind Twilight’s helm and wrenched it so their optics met.  She played along, a mock gasp of fear, then a knowing grin, glancing at Wakejumper.  Her spark flared, kicking excited little tingles throughout her frame.  The red mech’s replied, a ripple of energy and his engine snarled.  They pounced on each other, lips and glossa and dental plates.  She pressed her glossa against the base of his, threading her fingers into the cabling at the back of his neck with playful twists and tugs.  Fire snarled through the kiss, sneaking a finger from the base of her neck down beneath plating along her shoulder.  She mewled and panted, breaking away at a hard, walking the fine line of harsh, bite to her lower lip.  Her head slumped to a strong red shoulder with another pulse from her spark.

Wakejumper was drawn like a moth to the snapping energy building between the two lovers.  He rose to his knees, settling with the two smaller frames between his thighs.  A nudge to the edge of Twilight’s helm with his jaw.  She looked up in a daze, and the larger mech gently pulled her torso from Fire’s embrace to lean back against his own chest.

The femme whined at the loss of Fire’s touch, the feeling of his spark pounding against his plating and against hers.  Wakejumper soothed the ache with a slow probing touch along the transformation seam in her chest.  Twilight mewled and arched wantonly to the fingertips, her hands flew back to the triplechanger’s neck and hip, clinging with desperation.  Fire was playing with her thighs and hips, watching her abdomen flutter as he dug teasing fingers under her pelvic plating. 

The large orange mech tipped his helm down alongside the femme’s, crooning softly in her audio.  “Come on, Twi, need you.”

She cried out and threw her helm back against his shoulder, a delicate click and her chest plating split under Wakejumper’s fingers.  He chuckled, easing it the rest of the way aside to pet along her quivering sparkchamber.

“Wake… Wake…” she panted, clinging to his neck and digging for purchase at the larger mech’s hip while her own bucked against Fire’s hands.

Wakejumper’s chest shuddered and he leaned down, lipping along her neck cabling and nipping at her shoulder.  “Easy, Twi,” he murmured against plating, “stay with us.”  His fingers tangled in the wiring around her sparkhousing, with the heel of his hand applying slight pressure to it.

Tipping her helm aside to give the mech more room, Twilight whined softly.  She turned and nibbled at his jaw, settling in for a searing kiss.  Rolling her shoulders against the broad orange and black chassis was enough to tip the triplechanger, and she purred when she felt his chest plating slip aside.  Her knees tightened around Fire’s flanks, brushing her heel against his back and aft.  The smaller mech jumped at the invitation, leaning in until he pulled Twilight just slightly away from Wakejumper’s chest.  She slumped against him, nuzzling lovingingly at the red neck.  Fire rumbled, hint of a grin around his optics and nudging her helm in return.  He stroked her back, then moved his hands to the other mech. 

Optics that matched the ocean drifted closed, and Wakejumper’s engine kicked.  Fire scraped and tapped along hidden components of his lover’s chest.  The triplechanger quaked, reaching around their femme and pulling both frames closer to his own with far too much ease to not be disconcerting.  Twilight let a breathy chuckle escape, their own gentle giant.  As Fire continued to play in Wakejumper’s chassis, she bit into the red mech’s collar.  Her hands snuck between their chassis and she cheated, finding and thumbing the gears to open his chest.  He hissed and his optics flashed.

“Sneaky femme,” he snarled, hands shuddered against Wakejumper’s sparkcasing.

“Smart femme,” she purred, correcting.

But of course, FireBond upped the anti, opening his sparkchamber nearly simultaneously with his armor.  He smirked and gave his femme a little predatory look as his spark pulsed, hard.

Twilight gasped, genuine surprise when the sudden wash of spark energy over her casing coaxed it to open.  Fire barked a laugh and pounced, slamming his chest into Twilight’s, and her back into Wakejumper’s chest.  Their sparks joined, hard and fast.  She screamed; pleasure, shock and ecstasy. Everything about Fire lived up to his name, how he acted, how he fought and how he loved.  She could feel how fiercely he loved her.  It was fiery, and she rose to meet it.  She stoked him to keep him going, tempered him to keep the peace; and loved him truly in return.  The femme wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning his designation against his throat.

The triplechanger was floored; the bang to his sparkchamber was quickly overrun by the spiraling energy from the merged sparks immediately before his chest.  He let his hands roam over the two in front of him, and they arched and quivered as one, feeling the touches to the other through their merged spark.  His chamber parted, spark snapping and flares cycling around Twilight’s back, feeding off the energies of the two smaller frames.

Twilight was a helpless quivering mass, riding the energies of the mechs sandwiching her on either side.  “Please,” she moaned, “Fire, Fire, Wake… please…”

The red mech joined with her managed a bit more coherency, he attacked Wakejumper’s hip joints, mercilessly stroking at hypersensitive wires.  Wakejumper groaned as all three approached the breaking point.  The mechs leaned in, Fire catching the triplechanger in a passionate kiss over Twilight’s shoulder. 

She felt the entirety of the kiss through the smaller mech’s spark.   A hand flew back to grip at Wakejumper’s shoulder and ankles linked around Fire’s back.  Twilight cried out, bowing to a line of terrible and glorious tension between the two and falling into overload.  Energy crackled and raced through her spark and frame, dragging her lovers with her.  FireBond and Wakejumper howled and clutched, hands hands, flaring sparks and feedback and snapping energy fields…

They slumped to the berth in a heap, quivering through aftershocks.  Wakejumper soon resealed his chamber and settled chest plating.  He stroked over the pair and rapidly fell into a sated and exhausted recharge. 

FireBond and Twilight remained linked at their spark, sharing memories and emotions in silent communication.  She worried, and Fire softly reassured her, a tender kiss between her optics and wrapping his arms tightly around her frame.  They knew that trines were notoriously unstable, but took Wakejumper in by mutual agreement.  He’d needed support, and as the only others near his age in a position to help, they had gladly shared love.  But someday, if they wanted to be bonded… that truly had the best chance of working if two were twinsparked.  He quieted his love, tucking her helm back under his chin.  For now, for now, they worked.  For now, that was all that mattered.  They followed Wakejumper into recharge, sparks still joined as one.