Unintentionally

Midnight Queen

Another week went by, Dreadwing was buried in paperwork that both Starscream and Arachnid had neglected. Breakdown had disappeared creating even more paperwork and the poor seeker was unable to focus on any of it.

His processor was plagued by thoughts of Carbine and their unexpected liaison shortly after he had arrived on earth. His frustration grew even more acute as his body responded to the mental images in unwanted ways. Damn that woman. If the war was over or they were on the same side he'd have sought her out by now to relieve this unbearable situation he was in.

He cursed, throwing a data pad down on the desk, cracking the screen. He stood up and made his way for the flight deck. He needed air.

He went out to a forest to try and clear his thoughts. He was walking for some time unable to clear his thoughts when he found that he had returned to the place he and Carbine had coupled for the first time.

Dreadwing made a face then finally gave in, if the thoughts of her would not leave him then there was only one way to get rid of them. He pulled out the small black and gold comm unit Carbine had left for him and he tabbed open the line.

It took a few minutes before a response came.

::Hello?:: carbine's voice came through

"Are you alone?" Dreadwing asked

::yeah. I'm surprised to hear from you.::

"I did not expect to take you up on your offer. But I can not focus."

::where and when big man?::

"Where we were the night of the storm. Now if you are able."

::Be there in a few. I'll craft some kind of excuse to escape.::

After about half an hour Carbine appeared walking through the trees heading for their cave.

"Dreadwing" she nodded in greeting. "You couldn't stop thinking about it either?"

"I couldn't." He sighed "how do you want to go about this?"

"Let's just keep this simple. We're only here to use each other's bodies to relieve stress. No strings. No obligations. Just blowing off steam. No trying to capture or kill each other when we meet up for this. If something comes to pass where emotions on the situation changes, we can reevaluate and come to some form of agreement on changes to whatever it is that we want from each other."

Dreadwing nodded "this is acceptable." He grabbed Carbine's hip and pulled her close to him. "Are you sure you want this?"

Her hands went to his chest "I need you Dreadwing"

"Why me? What about the other Autobots? Wouldn't you prefer one of them?"

"Eh. Bee and smokescreen remind me too much of my kids. Bulkhead is not my type. Wheeljack can be obnoxious. Ratchet is a grumpy ass."

"Prime?"

"Ew." Carbine's face scrunched up. "Would you screw your own brother?"

Dreadwing was surprised "the Prime is your brother?"

"Like my brother. Not genetics like you and Skyquake but no less family." Carbine replied casually. "My life is complicated. But if nothing else I'm sure about this little blossoming affair with you."

"I see." Dreadwing pulled her closer to himself.

She pushed him back further into the cave and smirked at him.

"What is going through your head, Carbine?"

"You asked me here for a reason, Dreadwing. Not just so you could question me on my personal life. I intend on making good on my end of our new agreement." She tweaked at sensitive gaps of his stressed frame. The blue seeker groaned leaning back against the cave wall. She kissed his chest, then started lowering herself to her knees, applying attention and kisses to every sensitive spot she could find until she reached his codpiece. "Open up and I promise the frustration will disappear." She hummed.

Dreadwing groaned deeply, his head in a daze, cooling fans whirred as he released his spike for her.

She gripped it in one servo and he gasped. He cursed as she started stroking his hard cable. The sudden addition of her mouth on him made him even harder than before he almost came that instant but managed to hold it together as she bobbed her head, his cable going to the back of her throat. He grabbed her helm and helped guide her into a better rhythm as he cursed and moaned at the attention he so desperately needed. She sucked him for a while before deepthroating him sharply coaxing another gasp out of him. She hummed in the back of her throat, pleased stomach the sounds she was hearing and the vibration of it sent him over the edge. He overloaded and she swallowed all the transfluids that shot into her greedy waiting mout.

Dreadwing held onto her for support for a moment before regaining his bearings, Carbine stood back up and pulled Dreadwing back into another kiss as her interface panel unlocked and slid open for him. His hand went between her legs to reciprocate the attention she had given him.

Dreadwing was surprised to find that she was wetter than he anticipated as he ran a finger around the rim of her valve coaxing primal moans from the femme. He slid his finger inside her, pumping in and out of her at a maddeningly slow pace, her frame was shaking with pleasure.

Dreadwing removed his mouth from hers so the sounds she made were unrestrained. "How long has it been since another mech touched you?" He demanded as he turned them around to pin her back against the cave wall again

"Too long" Carbine breathed

"How long?" Dreadwing demanded again

"I haven't actively interfaced since a midpoint in the war. It's been eons." She replied breathlessly

"So only one other mech has touched you like this?" Dreadwing asked as he added a second finger, stretching her for what was to come

"Ah~ Only one other. And he never touched me the way you're touching me now." Carbine pleaded

Dreadwing smirked, quickening the pace of his fingers as he watched the touch-starved femme fall apart for him. His spike was hardening once again.

Carbine's moans got higher in pitch and he abruptly stopped right before she could overload.

"Please~ please almost~" Carbine whined

Dreadwing chuckled and smirked and lined himself up with her valve and thrusted into her roughly. The blue and gold mech began fucking the black and silver femme hard and didn't relent or wait for her to adjust to his size.

Carbine screamed her helm ramming into the cave wall she was pinned against.

Dreadwing fucked her hard and fast, his claws digging into her hips as she screamed in pleasure.

They overloaded together in a moment of white hot passion.

Thus began the affair between Dreadwing, the second in command of the Decepticons and Carbine, Optimus Prime's left hand, sister and weapons specialist.