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Perceptor couldn’t say how the competition between him and Brainstorm had started, just that it had. At some point, the teal mech had decided to prove his merit as “The best scientist on the Lost Light” and Perceptor had just gotten swept up into it.His competitive nature didn’t really help anything either. At least he wasn’t as enthusiastic about it as Brainstorm. The hole he had blasted in the lab wall had taken an entire week to patch up. At least he was being more productive than usual.“You’ve got those wires reversed.” “Oh please, I know better than-” Brainstorm squinted at the circuit board in front of him and cursed. “Ok, fine. So I had the wires reversed.” “Did you recharge at all last night, Brainstorm?”“Aw, are you worried about me Percy?” he purred.“I’m worried about the state of my lab. Working on delicate experiments while under charged could result in severe miscalculations and damage to yourself or the room.”And so it went. The two of them subtly trying to one up each other with every new machination they built. Rivalry slowly fell into friendship, and friendship slowly turned into subtle flirtations, the challenge between them more or less forgotten. Neither one would have admitted it, but they were both more than fond of the other. By the end of it, they had all been through a lot. The Lost Light’s quest was winding down to an end, but instead of celebrating and getting ready for the end of their journey with everyone else, the resident scientists were busy discussing the improbabilities they had found. Then Nautica got in on it, and with the three of them comparing notes, they pulled three all-nighters in a row and then went running to Rodimus in a rush, begging him to hear them out before the Lost Light made her last jump back to Cybertron.In the end, despite astronomically slim chances of success, they had done it. They had jumped into a completely new universe. The party in Swerve’s that evening was more of a riot, and the scientists tapped out on it early to go back to the lab and run the final calculations on everything again, just to make sure that the Lost Light wasn’t going to implode on itself for the evening.They fell easily into the companionable silence and occasional banter they were used to, sitting across from each other at a workbench when they were satisfied that they weren’t in any immediate danger.“We did it, Percy. We actually did it.” The situation was finally catching up to Brainstorm, excitement flaring up in his field. He leaned over the lab table towards Perceptor. “The chances of that working were astronomical, but we did it.”“It’s… It was genius.” Perceptor breathed, leaning in his chair towards the other bot. “It was incredible, Brainstorm. A marvel. We couldn’t have done any of what we just did without you.” The rush of the night was catching up to them both.“Does that mean I win? I’m officially the better scientist?” The smug satisfaction and a hint of desire layered in his field as Brainstorm leaned closer into Perceptor, framing the surrounding space with his arms. Perceptor laughed, having almost completely forgotten about their original challenge.
“I’m not sure, we might have to run a few more tests.” Perceptor whispered up at him, leaning in and waiting for Brainstorm to make a move.And then Brainstorm panicked, sitting up away from Perceptor with a start. “Well, guess we have all the time in the world to get back to it now. You’ve got a ways to go to catch up to me now, though. Credit where it’s due.” He turned without a goodnight and walked out of the lab.Perceptor stared after him in dumb shock with his mouth hanging open. A handful of curt replies and confessions of love warred on the tip of his tongue. None of them solidified in his head before Brainstorm had made it into the corridor.“What the fuck?” Perceptor said to himself. He looked down at the table, then up at the door.The urge to either throttle Brainstorm or kiss him breathless rose so strongly in Perceptor it sent him bolting to his feet. He shoved his chair back, taking off across the lab with fire in his eyes. He jogged a few steps as he exited the room, Brainstorm’s receding frame was still moving away down the corridor.“Hey!”A giddy smile spread underneath Brainstorm’s faceplate and he stopped in his tracks. Perceptor was approaching fast, his fists clenched at his side. His expression radiated anger.Brainstorm couldn’t have been less upset if he’d tried. As soon as he turned to face Perceptor, the intoxicating fire of competition and the crackle of attraction in their EM fields flared back to life. Brainstorm leaned against the wall, trying to come off casual. “Something wrong, Percy?” he asked.Perceptor came to a stop about a foot away from Brainstorm, throwing his arms wide in outrage. “What do you mean is something wrong?!” He leaned in even further so he could look Brainstorm directly in the eyes.The slight difference in their heights suddenly registered to Brainstorm and his smile widened despite the rage in Perceptor’s optics. “Do you need me to spell it out for you? I’m wondering if there’s something wrong, this isn’t hard Perce.” Brainstorm asked.Perceptor huffed out an unbelieving laugh. “I can’t believe you. You start this challenge between us, constantly trying to one up me and prove that you are better than me somehow, but the second I acknowledge that I do think you are a genius, you get all worked up. Then you flirt with me just to turn tail and run instead of just finally going through with it. What is wrong with you?” Brainstorm stood in awe. He forced his mind to continue working with the knowledge that Perceptor was waiting for him to make a move and gave a casual shrug, dismissing the request that pinged up asking him to activate his cooling fans. “You don’t have to make a scene, Perceptor.”Perceptor scoffed. “Make a scene?” He reached forward and grabbed Brainstorm’s shoulder wings roughly, pulling him close. “I’ll show you a scene.”Perceptor closed the distance between them, removing Brainstorm’s faceplate to kiss him hard on the mouth. Surprise and elation danced immediately through Brainstorm’s frame, and his spark spun. His arms automatically rose to pull Perceptor closer. Their lips parted instantly; the kiss deepening into a burning passion. Brainstorm fought the urge to gasp in satisfaction as Perceptor’s hands gripped harder at the metal of his wings.They pulled apart after a moment to look at each other again, desire radiating between their fields. Brainstorm opened his mouth to speak, but before he could Perceptor scraped strong fingers along his wing and the only noise he could manage was a harsh gasp.“How’s that for a scene?” Perceptor muttered as he pulled away completely, searching his lab partner’s face. Brainstorm’s optics glowed bright with lust and renewed challenge. He reached up to wipe his mouth with one hand and tipped his head as he looked up at Perceptor. “Is that little kiss the best you’ve got?” he challenged.Perceptor looked down at Brainstorm. “Far from it.”“Oh?” Brainstorm’s optics sparkled as he took a few steps backwards across the corridor, back towards the lab. “Prove it.”Perceptor took his arm, throwing him up against the wall next to the door and straight into another deep kiss. Brainstorm responded readily as Perceptor ground his hips up against him. His hands wrapped around Brainstorm’s waist, one dancing up to trace along his back strut. He bit down hard on Brainstorm’s lower lip and Brainstorm gripped his hips tighter in appreciation. Then Perceptor pulled away and took Brainstorm’s hand again, dragging him back towards the door.He fumbled with the controls while Brainstorm mouthed distractingly at his scope. The second it was open they stumbled through and fell into one another’s arms again, the door slamming shut under Perceptor’s weight as he threw them back against it. Brainstorm was on him again in a second, leaning up to nibble at the sensitive wires beneath Perceptor’s jaw. Perceptor let out a groan as his hands slid down Brainstorm’s wings, teasingly scraping along the metal when they fluttered into his touch. He fumbled momentarily behind him for the door lock then pushed himself off the door and dragged Brainstorm further into the room. Perceptor picked Brainstorm up and tossed him easily onto the center of a mostly empty lab table, making him gasp in delight at Perceptor’s strength. He propped himself up on his elbows, fluttering the wings on his shoulders as he turned to look at Perceptor over his shoulder.“I know you used to be a wrecker, but you’re stronger than I thought,” he said with an excited giggle.Brainstorm made to turn over as Perceptor reached the edge of the table, but a strong hand in the middle of his back kept him in place. He found Perceptor’s weight on him a second later. “What are you – ah!” His sentence was cut off in a strangled gasp as Perceptor set at his wings with his lips and teeth. Brainstorm clutched at the edge of the metal table, his optics flickering off as he let out another gasp.The response made Perceptor smirk, and he pulled away from Brainstorm’s wings long enough to chuckle. “Not used to people telling you what to do?” He returned immediately to his prior course, kissing up his wings and dipping his tongue teasingly into the vents there. He continued up his shoulders and neck to nip at a cable beneath Brainstorm’s jaw, making the teal mech melt under him. Perceptor reached his hands up, lacing their fingers together almost lovingly before jerking Brainstorm’s arms up and locking them in place above his head. The sudden pinning of his hands brought Brainstorm back to his senses. He jerked his head up and to the side, freeing his neck of Perceptor’s tantalizing mouth. “Not used to listening” he finally replied, trying to hide the static lacing his tone. He ground his hips up against Perceptor’s again as he spoke, then gripped Perceptor’s hips hard with his legs and used all his strength to roll them over. Brainstorm kept a hold on Perceptor’s hands as they rolled, pressing them into the table on either side of Perceptor’s head. “Are you?” he said with a smirk. Perceptor’s optics brightened with the same challenging fire that had come into them in the lab originally, surging up against Brainstorm to kiss him again with a clash of teeth. Brainstorm gave a low sigh as Perceptor kissed him, cooling fans clicking on as the room heated. He unlaced their fingers to run over the red plating underneath him, pressing into seams and twisting wires teasingly. Perceptor wiggled under Brainstorm, getting his hands under his shoulders to pull them up into a sitting position. He leaned back out of their kiss to study Brainstorm, a thread of oral lubricant stretching between their lips momentarily before breaking. He perused the teal plating in front of him with fascination, one of his fingers tracing a delicate line down Brainstorm’s chest from his autobot badge down to the edge of the hardline port cover on his side. His fingers dragged sparks off of the teal frame, jolting teasingly against sensors. “You’re lovely,” Perceptor said, the words ground out in a low, static laced voice. Brainstorm’s spark flipped in his chest at the unexpected compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself...” Brainstorm murmured, leaning in to mouth at Perceptor’s neck to hide his embarrassment. They fell together leaning against the wall, launching into another needy kiss. Perceptor slid his fingers down Brainstorm’s back until he reached his hips. He traced along the seams of his hip plates, pressing hard and making the teal bot arch into the touch. He hummed, moving his hand to palm insistently at Brainstorm’s closed valve panel. It was scorching hot, dripping lubricant sluggishly escaping the seams to stain grey thighs pink. Brainstorm broke the kiss to look down at Perceptor, his hips rocking forward into Perceptor’s hand. “Eager?” he asked. Perceptor smiled up at him, a mischievous glint in his optics. “Are you?” Brainstorm’s expression barely had time to shift from cockiness to confusion before Perceptor flipped them over again. Brainstorm looked up as Perceptor’s hand left his hips, and he had to fight to keep his mouth from falling open as Perceptor pinned his hands above his head once more, tangling their legs together so that Brainstorm wouldn’t be able to wriggle free again.“Percy-” Perceptor gave him a smile as he grabbed a loose cord from the table, looping it around Brainstorm’s wrists, tightening it and looping it into a knot between his hands. Brainstorm tugged at the cord now securing his hands together as soon as Perceptor’s hands left to trace his smaller wings. A thrill went through him when he found that Perceptor knew what he was doing and had tied it off in such a way that escape would be harder than just tugging at the bonds. His optics brightened as he looked up at Perceptor, searching for a sharp retort. “You’re pretty kinky, huh?” Brainstorm said, his vents flaring wider to expel heat as Perceptor worked his hand along his panel again.“Not how you saw tonight playing out?” Perceptor asked cockily as Brainstorm’s interface panels clicked open. Brainstorm bit down hard on his lip to keep from gasping as Perceptor’s hand slipped lower, one of his long fingers stroking along the folds of his valve. “No,” he managed, twisting his wrists in the binding. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Perceptor murmured. He slipped one finger smoothly into the dripping valve and watched in satisfaction as Brainstorm’s back arched up slightly, his wings clattering back. “I’ll stop if you’d like...” Brainstorm’s hands clenched into fists, his whole body aching towards Perceptor. He opened his optics once more and panted static up at Perceptor, his optics blazing. His calipers spread, rhythmically clenching to draw the finger in further. “If you’re going to do it, just do it,” he whined. Perceptor hummed as he pushed his finger deeper into Brainstorm. He leaned over him as he did, pressing his weight down onto him. Another soft moan escaped Brainstorm as Perceptor bit down on one of his smaller wings, scratching the paint. His satisfied smile only grew wider as Brainstorm’s hips drove down against his hand. He pushed the finger into him as deep as possible in their current position, lubricant dripping past the intrusion to drip onto the table. Perceptor’s free hand dropped to Brainstorm’s spike, tracing a finger up the yellow biolights. He curled the finger inside his valve, rubbing his thumb in a gentle circle over the glowing anterior node. He watched in fascination how Brainstorm’s plating expanded, trying to expel heat and static as he arched his back. Brainstorm bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out as Perceptor pushed a second finger inside him to join the first. He set to working them in and out at a steady rhythm. Perceptor’s fingers were rough and warm, and the pleasure of the subtle stretch between his thighs threatened to drag moans out of Brainstorm with every breath. The drag of metal on metal caused small bursts of static to dance through his frame. Brainstorm’s silence set a twinge of irritation going through Perceptor. He continued to push his fingers in and out of Brainstorm, lowering his head to kiss and lap at the edge of one of the hardline interface covers along Brainstorm’s side. The cover slid away easily, earning a satisfied hum from Perceptor. He picked up the pace of his fingers, garnering a long sigh and a harsh tug at the bindings from Brainstorm, but no more. He sat back, still working his fingers into and out of Brainstorm at a languid pace. Their optics connected in a brilliant flash, Perceptor’s all electric desire and irritation and Brainstorm’s searing with defiance and arousal.Brainstorm forced evenness into his voice, swallowing the static and the needy groan of arousal as Perceptor looked down at him. “Something wrong?” he finally asked. The spark of competitive fire that had lingered in the air between them since the challenge still hung there, and in the face of Brainstorm’s stubborn resistance to fall victim to Perceptor’s touch it was being fanned into a blaze. “You tell me,” Perceptor replied, pressing his fingers in deep and curling them up against dripping mesh walls. He bent back down, tongue flicking out to tease the edge of Brainstorm’s hardline ports. Brainstorm’s optics dimmed, and despite the electricity zipping through his body, he still tried to feign his dissatisfaction. Sparks arced and snap over his plating with Perceptor lapping at the tips of delicate prongs.“Oh, nothing. It’s just-“ he cut off, biting his tongue to keep from crying out as Perceptor drove his fingers deeper than he had yet into him, pressing hard against his ceiling node. The sudden pressure inside him combined with the feeling of Perceptor’s tongue along his port sent Brainstorm into overload, sparks dancing up his frame before grounding in his partner’s plating, making the red mech shiver. Brainstorm’s optics shut off, his mouth fell open, and his hands tugged so hard at the cord binding them he felt a cable in his wrist strain. He recovered with hardly a whimper, shivering with the effort, and reactivated his optics to look down at Perceptor. It took a moment for his voice to stop glitching enough for him to speak. “Mmnnh. It’s just I have yet to see anything to outdo that kiss in the hallway, and you promised me that was far from the best you had,” he said with what casualness he could manage as a rush of transfluid dripped from between his thighs.“That smart mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble someday,” Perceptor hummed, his panels clicking open.Brainstorm recognized the sound and his field blazed bright with excited arousal for a breath. “I’m counting on it,” he purred.The fire of competitive arousal between them blazed even brighter. Brainstorm hissed through his teeth once more as Perceptor pressed teasingly against his ceiling node with his next touch, shaking in sensitivity after his overload. The calipers in his valve cycled down tight, and he strained against his bindings again.Brainstorm gave a satisfying cry of protest as Perceptor slid his fingers out of his valve, a rush of lubricant following them and joining the growing puddle on the table. Perceptor smiled down at him. “Don’t worry, you won’t be waiting long” he promised.“Connect with me,” Brainstorm whined, arching his hips up desperately.Perceptor shuddered, kissing Brainstorm’s smaller set of wings as he opened the covers on his own sides. He traced along the edge of Brainstorm’s port teasingly before jacking his cable in. He could feel the systems humming just beyond his own, awaiting permission to complete the connection between them. He pulled Brainstorm’s cable from the other array, nipping the edge of a wing as he plugged it into his own port. The network connection between them opened with a rush of sensation and an arc of electricity.“Primus!” Brainstorm swore, shaking with the influx of sensory data flowing into him. Perceptor slipped easily into his systems, the firewalls falling away without resistance. Charge was crackling between their plating, arcing and skittering across metal before finding a place to ground.“Oh-” Perceptor moaned, tracing his tongue up the vents on Brainstorm’s helm, shivering at the pleasure coursing through Brainstorm’s overclocked systems before it looped through his own.Brainstorm whined. His field gave another thrill as Perceptor shifted even closer to him on the table. He stroked his spike with long, slow movements, allowing Brainstorm to watch and feel everything he did. Brainstorm’s fans kicked up to a thundering pace as he watched Perceptor touch himself, tracing along the rows of lights, and he found his hips rocking slightly, the feedback loop through their ports increasing the charge and pleasure coursing through both of them.“Eager?” Perceptor asked with a smile, echoing their earlier exchange.“Yes,” Brainstorm replied, unable to manage the same flirty coyness with Perceptor hovering so tantalizingly above him, further easing his presence gently into his systems.Perceptor removed his hand from his spike and pushed up between Brainstorm’s thighs. He placed his arms on either side of Brainstorm’s head, lowering himself until his face was a breath away from Brainstorm’s. He pressed his spike to the wet mesh of his valve, thrusting his hips forward just hard enough that the tip pressed in, spreading him slowly open.Brainstorm’s reaction was immediate. He clenched his hands into fists, his back arching and his lips finding Perceptor’s to kiss them hard. Perceptor pushed in another minimal amount and Brainstorm’s lips parted, drawing the kiss into depth and headiness. Another burst of charge danced from their hardline ports, arcing between the closeness of their frames and building higher and higher before bursting, making both mechs moan with static-laced voices.Perceptor pulled away from the kiss after a few long, sensual moments and smiled down at Brainstorm, pleased at watching him shake and come undone so easily beneath him. He pushed his spike into him another incremental amount, satisfied as Brainstorm squirmed against him. “My, Brainstorm. I hardly expected you to be this eager.“Brainstorm growled, voice full of static and desperation. Perceptor’s lips were still parted to speak when Brainstorm’s legs rose from the table, wrapped around Perceptor’s hips, and jerked his hips back hard, driving Perceptor into his valve as deep and as fast as he could go right off the bat. Perceptor cried out at the unexpected shift, electricity sparking between them as he slid deep into the tight, wet heat. The calipers cycled down tight around his spike, the connectors along its length lining up perfectly with the nodes in Brainstorm’s valve.Brainstorm’s bound arms dropped around Perceptor’s neck, pulling his face close. His spark was spinning frantically, his optics wide and bright with arousal. He leaned up to growl in Perceptor’s audial, no longer able to disguise the blatant arousal in his voice. “If you’re going to do it,” he said as he shifted beneath Perceptor, drawing his spike out slightly before rocking his hips once more to pull him in as deep as he could. “Just. Fragging. Do it,” he repeated.After a few seconds of deep grinding, the pressure of Brainstorm’s legs around his hips loosened enough he was able to draw back and then push forward again in a smooth, hard thrust that left both of their fans whirling harder. He could feel Brainstorm’s hands on his upper back, straining with the bindings around his wrists. Perceptor thrust hard again, setting a smooth, steady rhythm that Brainstorm followed. His hips rose to meet Perceptor’s with every thrust, his back arching and his mouth falling open, sighs and cut-off moans emerging with each one of his vents. Perceptor fell to kissing Brainstorm’s neck again, static lacing across his tongue.Brainstorm’s hands strained at his bindings, his fingers itching to dip into the seams of Perceptor’s plating. “I want to touch you,” he gasped.Perceptor pulled his lips off of Brainstorm’s neck and looked down at him, thrusting harder. “Perhaps if you ask me nicely, I’ll untie you...” he replied.Brainstorm laughed, meeting Perceptor’s next thrust with even more aggression than before. “Hell no,” he breathed.“Well, then it looks like my hands are tied,” Perceptor said with a smirk. He reached up behind his shoulder to grab the end of the cord and tug Brainstorm’s hands back over his head. He pinned them to the wall behind the table, shifting his hips before thrusting again, using the leverage of his grip on the wall to drive into Brainstorm even harder. The new angle drove Perceptor directly against Brainstorm’s ceiling node and the gasp he gave was almost all static as his vocalizer glitched out. The pleasure feedback coursing through the hardline ports was maddeningly good. Brainstorm’s fingers strained for purchase and finding only Perceptor’s hand there he latched onto it. A spark bounced between their frames as Perceptor thrust again at the same angle, and Brainstorm looked up into Perceptor’s eyes, whimpering out a burst of static and binary before he managed to reset his vocalizer.“You really won’t untie me?” he asked, driving his hips against Perceptor’s again.“What will you do to me if I do?” Perceptor replied smoothly, bending so his lips nearly grazed Brainstorm’s as he spoke, continuing to drive him hard enough into the table that it rocked beneath them, threatening to dent the wall.Brainstorm’s engine rumbled, his legs running along the outside of Perceptor’s before crossing his ankles just above his hips, allowing him to thrust even more deeply into him. Perceptor’s mouth fell open and he let out a loud groan. Brainstorm smiled, thrusting his hips again and easing his legs further up Perceptor’s body, delighting at the new stretch it gave him and the obvious and delighted surprise on Perceptor’s face at his partner’s flexibility. “I’ll touch your scope, lick the edge of the lens,” he breathed against Perceptor’s lips. “I want to trace the wires in your seams, feel- nnnh, right there- feel the electricity you give off for me. And maybe if you ask nicely I’ll turn over, let you-” he panted hard. “Let you ‘face me that way, bent over the table. Doesn’t that sound- mmngh- good, Perce?”The desperation from Brainstorm’s side of their connection was intoxicating, and the consistent upward slip of his legs and the ever-increasing tightness of his valve left Perceptor panting and desperate, his thrusts growing harder and less consistent the longer he was inside Brainstorm. “That’s little basic, don’t you think?” Perceptor replied, but his hand was dropping from pinning him to tease at the knot securing Brainstorm’s wrists together.“Then take me up against the wall,” Brainstorm gasped. “You’re strong enough. Untie me and I’ll let you fuck me against the corner of the lab. My hands on your shoulders- nnngh- my legs around your hips, my mouth on yours. Plugged in, nothing between us.” The pleasure coursing through the network connection combined with the eagerness of his partner left Perceptor groaning again. He sank against Brainstorm, kissing him hard as he tugged at the knot in the cord securing his hands together. Brainstorm was free in a matter of seconds, and his hands latched instantly onto Perceptor’s scope, fiddling with the dials and scratching grooves into the pristine red paint on a particularly hard thrust.Perceptor moaned, his own arms wrapping tight around Brainstorm and tugging them both up. The shift in position and angle made them both shudder, another small burst of static leaving a tingling path across their plates. Brainstorm’s legs dropped around Perceptor’s hips, holding himself up as Perceptor shifted on the table. He pulled himself off the metal surface and to his feet, his spike still pressed deep inside Brainstorm. Another firewall dropped and the rush of data made both of them groan. Perceptor stumbled the few steps to the corner of the room and pressed against it, driving into Brainstorm hard enough that his wings scratched the wall. One of Brainstorm’s hands reached out and dug hard into the surface of the wall until it dented. He clung to it to give himself purchase, his other hand gripping hard on Perceptor’s shoulder. Each movement at this new angle set thrills of electricity jolting through them, arcing and snapping visibly between their frames.Brainstorm moaned loudly at Perceptor’s next thrust, now determined to watch and feel his lab partner come undone beneath his movements. “Fuck, Perceptor,” Brainstorm moaned in Perceptor’s audial as they moved against one another again. “You’re so fucking hot...” He ground his hips again, giving in to a moan as Perceptor’s spike dragged deliciously along a sensitive cluster of nodes. “Primus...I can feel you inside me. We fit together so well.” Another rush of sensory data flowed through their connection, making both of them groan and shiver.Perceptor’s next thrust was harder, driving Brainstorm back against the wall with a loud clank of metal on metal. His hands looped beneath his hip plates to hold him still. His next hard thrust earned a cry from Brainstorm and another sharp arc of electricity crackled between them. Desire flared hard through their connection and in Perceptor’s field. One of his hands rose from Brainstorm’s hips to trace curiously around the place where they were joined, causing Brainstorm to spit a burst of static as lubricant dripped around Perceptor’s spike to drip down his thighs.“You’re right, you fit me so well,” Perceptor murmured dreamily, thumbing over his anterior node and spreading more of the pink lubricant around. Brainstorm shook and whined, another rush of pure want flooding their connection.They gave in to mutual passion, the competition between them forgotten in their rush towards overload. Their mouths found one another once more, locked in a passionate kiss. Oral lubricant trailed between them as their hips continued at a frantic pace. Brainstorm’s venting grew frantic after a few more minutes of quick, consistent movement and a familiar building of charge. He pulled away from the kiss, his head dropping back into the corner where the walls met, his optics offlining. “Perceptor, I-ah!” He cut off in a shout and a burst of static as Perceptor’s next thrust carried him deeper than ever before. The charge building through their connection looped over itself, building and building before bursting in a shower of sparks. Pleasure rushed and overwhelmed their overclocked systems as their overloads overtook them completely. Perceptor gave a loud groan as he overloaded into Brainstorm, flooding his valve with hot transfluid that bubbled past the seal of Perceptor’s spike to drip onto the floor.Overload hit Brainstorm like a free fall as Perceptor continued to thrust into him through his own overload. His arms tightened around Perceptor’s neck and he drew their bodies flush against one another as he came. Shimmering transfluid splattered their stomachs and chests, and their lips met again in a last, fevered kiss as they came down from their mutual high, the sounds of their cooling fans roaring and the pinging of heated metal echoing in the room.Brainstorm collapsed back against the wall, his legs shaking. Perceptor mirrored his movements, falling forward, one arm still beneath Brainstorm’s hips to keep him up. The other reached to gently disconnect the cables at their sides. Brainstorm let out a soft cry as Perceptor pressed and shifted inside him, his body hypersensitive after overload. “Percy-” he whimpered.Perceptor hummed and turned his head to whisper in Brainstorm’s audial. “I knew you’d see things my way.” Brainstorm reset his optics in surprise and turned his face sharply to meet Perceptor’s. “What do you mean your way?” he scoffed, unwinding his legs from around Perceptor’s hips and sliding his feet back to the floor beneath him, resisting the urge to whine at the sudden rush of fluids escaping his valve. He reached up and pushed on Perceptor’s chest.“You heard me,” Perceptor said, grabbing Brainstorm’s hips and jerking him forward so their hips were flush again. The fire of arousal had yet to leave his optics.Brainstorm rose to meet the challenge again, his field flaring with excitement. He took Perceptor’s hips in the same way he was holding his, guiding himself up in a slow grind against his spike. “Fine, If that was your way...” He took a step forward, forcing Perceptor back. “Then let me show you mine.”They surged into another deep kiss and Brainstorm’s legs were back around Perceptor’s hips before they even made it to the table again.