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koilungfish) wrote2008-01-04 06:24 pm
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080104 - The More Things Stay The Same
1/1/08 - Day Off
2/1/08 - 610 words on Quiet
3/1/08 - 784 words on Quiet
4/1/08 - The More Things Stay The Same
"Nobody loves me - hzic!" Heartrender announced to the world, interrupting himself with a vocal glitch as his overloaded system attempted to re-route power away from his more vital components. He stumbled into a wall, staggered, grabbed hold of it and leant on it for support. "Nobody loves me anymore," he repeated, sighing to the wall.
"Stand still for a breem and a new one turns up," said a voice in the distance.
He felt alone. Awfully alone. Nobody to look at him. Nobody to say his name. The kind of loneliness that formed a physical pain under his chest-vents, making him want to curl up and whine until someone came and reminded him that he was beautiful.
Coldbit was gone - gone, left him, run off with some factory-fresh multi-band-output plug-and-play toy of a jet, how dare he! - and he couldn't find Flintblight, his ex, and his ex before Flintblight had left town, and his ex before that was dead, and before that was Stormrocket and before that he was too drunk to remember, who was it ...
... oh yes, Overtrap. Heartrender thought about Overtrap and bit his finger, whining for his quick hands and his clever words. Why did I leave him? Oh yes ... because Stormrocket told me I was gorgeous ... and then I left him and he killed himself and ... who was before Overtrap? Gundart ... and before him Grimgrind ... and Spearcutter ... and Coilfest ... and Crunch ... and ... and ...
... what a busy vorn I've had.
Heartrender sagged against the wall, feet scraping every which way. I didn't realise I'd had this much, he thought, turning down his optics so the moonlight didn't hurt his visual processors. It feels like the ground is moving under me. At least this wall is sturdy ... "Nice wall," he crooned, flopping an arm around it as if it were someone's waist. "Good wall."
"Do I know you?" said the same far-away voice, somewhere above him.
His legs wobbled and he stumbled, almost falling forwards. Must all be going straight to my legs, he thought, sagging at the knees. Funny. Feels like something's holding me up. "I'm so overloaded," he said loudly. When he said that someone always came and paid him a lot of attention. Usually he ended up with dents all over and scrapes in strange places, and once he'd gotten a nasty rust infection somewhere really uncomfortable, but that wasn't now.
Knees still unstable, Heartrender did his best to straighten up, still leaning on the wall. "Such a strong wall," he said, running his hand up one side of it. The wall made a low sound, the right sort of sound for someone to make when he touched them up like that ... except that's a wall, not a person.
The wall put an arm around his shoulders. "You're loaded, aren't you?"
"Whoops," Heartrender said, lolling against the wall with his hands all over its big strong thigh. "Hello!"
"Heartrender?" the wall said, leaning over a bit and peering at him with a bright yellow optic band. The wall sounded very surprised. "What are you doing ... here?"
Heartrender arched his back and rubbed the base of his wings against the wall's thick torso. Mmm, that feels good, he thought, making pleased noises as he pressed against the wall. More. "You're a great big strong wall," he said flatly, scraping his wing against the corner of the wall's torso. "Tell me I'm pretty."
"Why?" asked the wall.
Heartrender pouted, flashing his dimmed optics at the wall's optic band high above him. "Because I want you to." That should work. It always worked.
The wall went quiet.
Heartrender wondered how overloaded he was, acting up against a wall, but there was that hand on his shoulder ... "Because you want to," he said, softening his voice until it was smooth like oil-cloth on wing-metal. His right hand crept under his wing and tickled the wall at the top of its thigh.
The wall twitched. "You ... " it said, shuddering. "Stop that."
"You don't mean that," Heartrender said. Why does this wall sound familiar?
"You're too much trouble," the wall said, shaking its head. "Why couldn't you have stayed vanished?"
Heartrender snuggled back and thumped his head against the wall's chest. "I met you before?" You do sound familiar ... his roaming hands felt strong armour and tank-treads. It could be anyone. How many tankmechs have I been with?
The wall groaned a bit. Heartrender felt that broad, strong hand slide over his shoulder and pushed into the caress, rubbing his cheek against the wall's forearm, twitching his wing forward.
"You utter, utter ... named-too-well," the wall said, pained.
Heartrender smiled. That tone of speech, that pain, that voice of need - You want me, you know it and I can hear it. Let me hear it, let me hear it! "Tell me I'm beautiful," he said, tracing his fingers up and down that strong thigh. Those rivets feel familiar ...
"Heartrender," said the wall, "you're ... "
Tell me I'm beautiful, Heartrender thought. Tell me I'm everything you need.
"Heartrender, you're a vain, two-timing, faithless, no-good, flyaway cheating hull-leech," the wall said. "But, by Vector Sigma, you're so leaking beautiful it hurts." The wall turned, sliding its hands under his wings and pulling him close. Heartrender felt hot exhaust rushing over his neck, the sharp-edged bars of a facial grille against the back of his head, strong hands scraping over his body, and squirmed into those touches. "Remember me now, you gorgeous, drunken scrap-hangar?"
"Oops," Heartrender said, optics widening. "Err ... " He felt familiar rivets, knew the tone, the harsh longing. "Oh rivets ... Grimgrind?"
"Yes, you pump-wrecker, it's me," Grimgrind said, one hand sliding down Heartrender's thigh. "Where's that filthy over-clocked speed merchant you left me for?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen him in months," Heartrender snapped, last word fading into a pleased keen as Grimgrind scraped his facial grille up the back of his helmet. "More!"
"Why should I?" Grimgrind said, voice low, blended with the breath of his exhaust, the hot air surging across Heartrender's back.
"Because I want it," Heartrender said, a deliberate moan. I know you want me. Let me hear it!
"Me," Grimgrind said, voice filled with longing, grating, nearly a growl of need. "Tell me you want me, you centralised access hub!"
Heartrender's optics widened. He locked still. "You - "
Grimgrind's hands tightened around him. " - want you so badly I can't stand it, you wire-pulling junction-box, you, you - you Primus-awful beautiful - " His words vanished under a loud groan of need as he pulled Heartrender against him, the jet melting into his embrace. Grimgrind's grille ground against Heartrender's shoulders, making him squeal like hot brakes, thick tank arms wrapping around supple jet body, broad hands clinging to sleek armour as if their hulls were magnetised.
Heartrender pushed deeper into Grimgrind's arms. "Tell me you need me," he whispered.
"Until the stars die," Grimgrind said, panting exhaust, fingers stroking the access panels on Heartrender's sides.
"Tell me I'm beautiful," Heartrender demanded, teasing the tankmech with a flutter of electricity through those panels.
"You're a praise-leeching splinter in my fuel-pump and by Vector Sigma's Key you're sleek and sharp and gorgeous," Grimgrind said, engine rumbling. "Tell me you need me."
Heartrender reached up and grabbed Grimgrind's shoulders, standing on the tips of his feet to arch against the tankmech. Whole body quivering, Grimgrind's hands burning standing waves on his hull, he turned his face as close to Grimgrind's as he could and whispered, "I need you."
Grimgrind moaned, fingers circling Heartrender's access panels. "Now -"
Heartrender keened, delighted, swaying under Grimgrind's hands. "Make me want it."
"You want it," Grimgrind rumbled. "I know how you want it." His hand closed around Heartrender's forearm, twisting against the joint. Heartrender squealed and slammed his wings against Grimgrind's chest. Grimgrind's right arm closed against Heartrender's chest like a vice, his left hand keeping pressure on Heartrender's elbow.
Heartrender shivered, letting out a thin trembling moan. "It hurts - "
"Tell me you don't like it," Grimgrind said, voice rumbling like treads on rough road. Heartrender panted silently, fuel-pump in his vocaliser. Grimgrind gave his arm another twist, the joint creaking, and Heartrender whimpered, hooking his knee around Grimgrind's shin and rubbing against him.
"Now," Heartrender managed, voice thin as wire.
Grimgrind breathed exhaust around the back of his neck, sending flashes of hot fumes into his face and audios. "I'm going to take you back to mine," he said, quiet, strong, rough, "and I'm going to make you beg for this."
Heartrender's knees buckled and his voice came out in a sudden, dizzy moan. "Grimgrind - !"
"Yes?" said the tankmech, hauling him upright, one strong arm around his waist. Gently, one finger at a time, he released Heartrender's arm and turned the jet to hold him face-to-face.
Still unsteady on his feet, Heartrender clung to Grimgrind. He reached up, cupping the Grimgrind's face with his hand and standing up on the tips of his feet to kiss him. Grimgrind pushed back and Heartrender basked in the scrape of rough bars against his mouth.
"I need you, you manipulative brute," Heartrender said, flicking his glossa between those bars, his wings shivering.
"I need you too, you lying, cheating switchbox," Grimgrind replied, squeezing him so hard Heartrender thought his back would break. "Come on. When I get you back, I'm going to make you scream."
Heartrender looped his arm through Grimgrind's. "Take me home," he said, "quickly."
2/1/08 - 610 words on Quiet
3/1/08 - 784 words on Quiet
4/1/08 - The More Things Stay The Same
"Nobody loves me - hzic!" Heartrender announced to the world, interrupting himself with a vocal glitch as his overloaded system attempted to re-route power away from his more vital components. He stumbled into a wall, staggered, grabbed hold of it and leant on it for support. "Nobody loves me anymore," he repeated, sighing to the wall.
"Stand still for a breem and a new one turns up," said a voice in the distance.
He felt alone. Awfully alone. Nobody to look at him. Nobody to say his name. The kind of loneliness that formed a physical pain under his chest-vents, making him want to curl up and whine until someone came and reminded him that he was beautiful.
Coldbit was gone - gone, left him, run off with some factory-fresh multi-band-output plug-and-play toy of a jet, how dare he! - and he couldn't find Flintblight, his ex, and his ex before Flintblight had left town, and his ex before that was dead, and before that was Stormrocket and before that he was too drunk to remember, who was it ...
... oh yes, Overtrap. Heartrender thought about Overtrap and bit his finger, whining for his quick hands and his clever words. Why did I leave him? Oh yes ... because Stormrocket told me I was gorgeous ... and then I left him and he killed himself and ... who was before Overtrap? Gundart ... and before him Grimgrind ... and Spearcutter ... and Coilfest ... and Crunch ... and ... and ...
... what a busy vorn I've had.
Heartrender sagged against the wall, feet scraping every which way. I didn't realise I'd had this much, he thought, turning down his optics so the moonlight didn't hurt his visual processors. It feels like the ground is moving under me. At least this wall is sturdy ... "Nice wall," he crooned, flopping an arm around it as if it were someone's waist. "Good wall."
"Do I know you?" said the same far-away voice, somewhere above him.
His legs wobbled and he stumbled, almost falling forwards. Must all be going straight to my legs, he thought, sagging at the knees. Funny. Feels like something's holding me up. "I'm so overloaded," he said loudly. When he said that someone always came and paid him a lot of attention. Usually he ended up with dents all over and scrapes in strange places, and once he'd gotten a nasty rust infection somewhere really uncomfortable, but that wasn't now.
Knees still unstable, Heartrender did his best to straighten up, still leaning on the wall. "Such a strong wall," he said, running his hand up one side of it. The wall made a low sound, the right sort of sound for someone to make when he touched them up like that ... except that's a wall, not a person.
The wall put an arm around his shoulders. "You're loaded, aren't you?"
"Whoops," Heartrender said, lolling against the wall with his hands all over its big strong thigh. "Hello!"
"Heartrender?" the wall said, leaning over a bit and peering at him with a bright yellow optic band. The wall sounded very surprised. "What are you doing ... here?"
Heartrender arched his back and rubbed the base of his wings against the wall's thick torso. Mmm, that feels good, he thought, making pleased noises as he pressed against the wall. More. "You're a great big strong wall," he said flatly, scraping his wing against the corner of the wall's torso. "Tell me I'm pretty."
"Why?" asked the wall.
Heartrender pouted, flashing his dimmed optics at the wall's optic band high above him. "Because I want you to." That should work. It always worked.
The wall went quiet.
Heartrender wondered how overloaded he was, acting up against a wall, but there was that hand on his shoulder ... "Because you want to," he said, softening his voice until it was smooth like oil-cloth on wing-metal. His right hand crept under his wing and tickled the wall at the top of its thigh.
The wall twitched. "You ... " it said, shuddering. "Stop that."
"You don't mean that," Heartrender said. Why does this wall sound familiar?
"You're too much trouble," the wall said, shaking its head. "Why couldn't you have stayed vanished?"
Heartrender snuggled back and thumped his head against the wall's chest. "I met you before?" You do sound familiar ... his roaming hands felt strong armour and tank-treads. It could be anyone. How many tankmechs have I been with?
The wall groaned a bit. Heartrender felt that broad, strong hand slide over his shoulder and pushed into the caress, rubbing his cheek against the wall's forearm, twitching his wing forward.
"You utter, utter ... named-too-well," the wall said, pained.
Heartrender smiled. That tone of speech, that pain, that voice of need - You want me, you know it and I can hear it. Let me hear it, let me hear it! "Tell me I'm beautiful," he said, tracing his fingers up and down that strong thigh. Those rivets feel familiar ...
"Heartrender," said the wall, "you're ... "
Tell me I'm beautiful, Heartrender thought. Tell me I'm everything you need.
"Heartrender, you're a vain, two-timing, faithless, no-good, flyaway cheating hull-leech," the wall said. "But, by Vector Sigma, you're so leaking beautiful it hurts." The wall turned, sliding its hands under his wings and pulling him close. Heartrender felt hot exhaust rushing over his neck, the sharp-edged bars of a facial grille against the back of his head, strong hands scraping over his body, and squirmed into those touches. "Remember me now, you gorgeous, drunken scrap-hangar?"
"Oops," Heartrender said, optics widening. "Err ... " He felt familiar rivets, knew the tone, the harsh longing. "Oh rivets ... Grimgrind?"
"Yes, you pump-wrecker, it's me," Grimgrind said, one hand sliding down Heartrender's thigh. "Where's that filthy over-clocked speed merchant you left me for?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen him in months," Heartrender snapped, last word fading into a pleased keen as Grimgrind scraped his facial grille up the back of his helmet. "More!"
"Why should I?" Grimgrind said, voice low, blended with the breath of his exhaust, the hot air surging across Heartrender's back.
"Because I want it," Heartrender said, a deliberate moan. I know you want me. Let me hear it!
"Me," Grimgrind said, voice filled with longing, grating, nearly a growl of need. "Tell me you want me, you centralised access hub!"
Heartrender's optics widened. He locked still. "You - "
Grimgrind's hands tightened around him. " - want you so badly I can't stand it, you wire-pulling junction-box, you, you - you Primus-awful beautiful - " His words vanished under a loud groan of need as he pulled Heartrender against him, the jet melting into his embrace. Grimgrind's grille ground against Heartrender's shoulders, making him squeal like hot brakes, thick tank arms wrapping around supple jet body, broad hands clinging to sleek armour as if their hulls were magnetised.
Heartrender pushed deeper into Grimgrind's arms. "Tell me you need me," he whispered.
"Until the stars die," Grimgrind said, panting exhaust, fingers stroking the access panels on Heartrender's sides.
"Tell me I'm beautiful," Heartrender demanded, teasing the tankmech with a flutter of electricity through those panels.
"You're a praise-leeching splinter in my fuel-pump and by Vector Sigma's Key you're sleek and sharp and gorgeous," Grimgrind said, engine rumbling. "Tell me you need me."
Heartrender reached up and grabbed Grimgrind's shoulders, standing on the tips of his feet to arch against the tankmech. Whole body quivering, Grimgrind's hands burning standing waves on his hull, he turned his face as close to Grimgrind's as he could and whispered, "I need you."
Grimgrind moaned, fingers circling Heartrender's access panels. "Now -"
Heartrender keened, delighted, swaying under Grimgrind's hands. "Make me want it."
"You want it," Grimgrind rumbled. "I know how you want it." His hand closed around Heartrender's forearm, twisting against the joint. Heartrender squealed and slammed his wings against Grimgrind's chest. Grimgrind's right arm closed against Heartrender's chest like a vice, his left hand keeping pressure on Heartrender's elbow.
Heartrender shivered, letting out a thin trembling moan. "It hurts - "
"Tell me you don't like it," Grimgrind said, voice rumbling like treads on rough road. Heartrender panted silently, fuel-pump in his vocaliser. Grimgrind gave his arm another twist, the joint creaking, and Heartrender whimpered, hooking his knee around Grimgrind's shin and rubbing against him.
"Now," Heartrender managed, voice thin as wire.
Grimgrind breathed exhaust around the back of his neck, sending flashes of hot fumes into his face and audios. "I'm going to take you back to mine," he said, quiet, strong, rough, "and I'm going to make you beg for this."
Heartrender's knees buckled and his voice came out in a sudden, dizzy moan. "Grimgrind - !"
"Yes?" said the tankmech, hauling him upright, one strong arm around his waist. Gently, one finger at a time, he released Heartrender's arm and turned the jet to hold him face-to-face.
Still unsteady on his feet, Heartrender clung to Grimgrind. He reached up, cupping the Grimgrind's face with his hand and standing up on the tips of his feet to kiss him. Grimgrind pushed back and Heartrender basked in the scrape of rough bars against his mouth.
"I need you, you manipulative brute," Heartrender said, flicking his glossa between those bars, his wings shivering.
"I need you too, you lying, cheating switchbox," Grimgrind replied, squeezing him so hard Heartrender thought his back would break. "Come on. When I get you back, I'm going to make you scream."
Heartrender looped his arm through Grimgrind's. "Take me home," he said, "quickly."
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Nice piece, I like it. I keep waiting for something to happen, like Grimgrind killing him or mutilating him, but this is good all the same.
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Hey, I don't *always* kill characters. These days I try rather hard not to. Besides, I thought it was pretty obvious they were going to end up sleeping together one way or the other.
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Given that these are Decepticons, "hurt" probably means "dismembered" too.
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I really like the names you come up with for your Transformer OCs. It sounds like you put a lot of thought into them, and they're so memorable!
I also have the feeling that Grimgrind isn't going to be letting Heartrender out of his sight for a very long time...
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Out of sight? I doubt he's going to physically let go of him for a few days at least.