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kinkfestTitle: "Experiments"
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manga_queen
Rating: R
Warnings: Mech sex. Toys
Word Count: 921
Prompt: Transformers, Mixmaster/Hook: clamped on a medical table - "What? He *likes* being tied up!"
A/N: I'm sorry it's late
Hook looked around the room in disgust; he’d never seen anything less organized and uglier than Mixmaster’s lab. He wondered if the other had asked for his presence just to torment him with something so far from his own perfectionism. “Well, I’m here, Mismaster,” he said, looking around the room, frowning at the medical table; it shouldn't have been in the other’s lab. “Where are you? If I came all this way for nothing...”
“I’m here,” Mixmaster said, entering the room from one of his supply cabinets. His arms were full of tools and materials for his experiments, which usually just meant throwing things into a container and mixing it, and possibly adding a little heat. “Come on in, Hook. Make yourself comfortable." He motioned to the table. “It’s all I have for you to sit on for you. Everything else is covered by my tools.”
Hook frowned as he made his way into the room; for an “artist” like Hook, the room was the worst thing he’d ever seen. He sat on the table, though, looking around warily, surprised when Mixmaster came up behind him. He glared at the other, yelping in surprise when he was forced down onto the table. He struggled as the other Decepticon tied him down onto it.
“Calm down.” Mixmaster’s hands roamed the other’s body for a moment as he made sure the restraints were tight enough to keep the other from getting away. “I'm not going to hurt you, Hook. I just have an experiment I want to try. You’ll enjoy it." His fingers brushed over a seam on the other’s armor before he moved away, sifting through the items he’d brought from the supply closet.
Hook struggled, sending out a comm for help; he remembered what had happened to the last “assistant” Mixmaster had had. Even if they were Gestalt mates, he didn't trust that the same thing wouldn't happen to him, and he didn’t really want to end up like the other had; he just hoped he had some help arrive before that happened.
“Don’t worry so much,” Mixmaster said, grinning. He held up a small device, letting Hook see it, before he placed it on the other’s chassis. He pressed a button on it, sending a pulse of energy into Hook, making the other’s body arch. He smirked when the other’s optics darkened with lust. “Nice isn't it?” He leaned forward so he was almost against Hook. “I have more toys like this, too.” He pressed the button again, capturing Hook’s lips with his own, devouring the other’s cry of pleasure. He traced a finger down the other’s chassis, pulling away slowly.
Hook gasped softly, arching into the gentle touch. The gasp turned into a whimper as the other pulled away. He pulled at the restraints holding him, trying to get out of them, trying to get more attention.
Mixmaster let out a disapproving clicking sound. “Impatient, aren't we?” He smirked, walking away for a moment, listening to the other’s struggling.
“So help me, Mixmaster,” Hook growled, “if you don’t get your aft back over here now...” His threat was interrupted as the door opened and Scrapper and Bonecrusher entered.
“What the slag is going on here?” Scrapper demanded, optics roaming the lab, landing on Mixmaster, and finally moving to Hook, who looked shocked and embarrassed.
“Hello,” Mixmaster greeted cheerfully. He waited for a greeting that was just as enthusiastic as his was, only to receive none. He followed Scrapper’s gaze, landing on Hook; he looked at the leader of the Constructicons for a moment. “What? He likes being tied up!” Mixmaster smirked at the surprised sounds he received. “He’s my assistant for trying out a few things I've made." He ushered the ‘visitors’ out of his lab, smirking again; he turned back to look at Hook.
“I don't like being tied down,” Hook said vehemently.” You know that slagging well, Mixmaster.” He moaned as the other pressed the button again, wondering for a moment, how Mixmaster had managed to get back over to him so quickly.
“And that’s the lowest setting,” Mixmaster whispered, letting his hand trail over a sensitive area on the other’s shoulder; his finger slipped in to caress the joint as he turned the setting up. He enjoyed the cry he was rewarded with. His optics wandered over the other’s body, taking in every detail, no matter how small it was before he turned his ‘toy’ to its highest setting. He slowly pressed down on the button, watching as Hook’s whole body shot off the table, knowing the other was near overload.
Hook writhed in pleasure from the pulses the device was designed to give; his optics locked onto Mixmaster’s face as it slowly descended to the joint the other Decepticon’s hand had been playing with before. He screamed as the other’s glossa played with it, throwing him into overload. It was strong enough to completely knock him out when it finally subsided.
#
Hook woke hours later, surprised when he found he could move. He sat up, looking for Mixmaster, only to find a datapad instead. His optics read the message several times. “‘Hook,’” he muttered, reading it aloud, “‘Had to go do something. You're free to go. Still dislike being tied down? P.S. Hope to do it again soon.” Hook growled as he stood up; he was definitely going to have to get the other back for all of it. He smirked as he left the lab, the perfect plan brewing for his ‘revenge’.
Author:
manga_queenRating: R
Warnings: Mech sex. Toys
Word Count: 921
Prompt: Transformers, Mixmaster/Hook: clamped on a medical table - "What? He *likes* being tied up!"
A/N: I'm sorry it's late
Hook looked around the room in disgust; he’d never seen anything less organized and uglier than Mixmaster’s lab. He wondered if the other had asked for his presence just to torment him with something so far from his own perfectionism. “Well, I’m here, Mismaster,” he said, looking around the room, frowning at the medical table; it shouldn't have been in the other’s lab. “Where are you? If I came all this way for nothing...”
“I’m here,” Mixmaster said, entering the room from one of his supply cabinets. His arms were full of tools and materials for his experiments, which usually just meant throwing things into a container and mixing it, and possibly adding a little heat. “Come on in, Hook. Make yourself comfortable." He motioned to the table. “It’s all I have for you to sit on for you. Everything else is covered by my tools.”
Hook frowned as he made his way into the room; for an “artist” like Hook, the room was the worst thing he’d ever seen. He sat on the table, though, looking around warily, surprised when Mixmaster came up behind him. He glared at the other, yelping in surprise when he was forced down onto the table. He struggled as the other Decepticon tied him down onto it.
“Calm down.” Mixmaster’s hands roamed the other’s body for a moment as he made sure the restraints were tight enough to keep the other from getting away. “I'm not going to hurt you, Hook. I just have an experiment I want to try. You’ll enjoy it." His fingers brushed over a seam on the other’s armor before he moved away, sifting through the items he’d brought from the supply closet.
Hook struggled, sending out a comm for help; he remembered what had happened to the last “assistant” Mixmaster had had. Even if they were Gestalt mates, he didn't trust that the same thing wouldn't happen to him, and he didn’t really want to end up like the other had; he just hoped he had some help arrive before that happened.
“Don’t worry so much,” Mixmaster said, grinning. He held up a small device, letting Hook see it, before he placed it on the other’s chassis. He pressed a button on it, sending a pulse of energy into Hook, making the other’s body arch. He smirked when the other’s optics darkened with lust. “Nice isn't it?” He leaned forward so he was almost against Hook. “I have more toys like this, too.” He pressed the button again, capturing Hook’s lips with his own, devouring the other’s cry of pleasure. He traced a finger down the other’s chassis, pulling away slowly.
Hook gasped softly, arching into the gentle touch. The gasp turned into a whimper as the other pulled away. He pulled at the restraints holding him, trying to get out of them, trying to get more attention.
Mixmaster let out a disapproving clicking sound. “Impatient, aren't we?” He smirked, walking away for a moment, listening to the other’s struggling.
“So help me, Mixmaster,” Hook growled, “if you don’t get your aft back over here now...” His threat was interrupted as the door opened and Scrapper and Bonecrusher entered.
“What the slag is going on here?” Scrapper demanded, optics roaming the lab, landing on Mixmaster, and finally moving to Hook, who looked shocked and embarrassed.
“Hello,” Mixmaster greeted cheerfully. He waited for a greeting that was just as enthusiastic as his was, only to receive none. He followed Scrapper’s gaze, landing on Hook; he looked at the leader of the Constructicons for a moment. “What? He likes being tied up!” Mixmaster smirked at the surprised sounds he received. “He’s my assistant for trying out a few things I've made." He ushered the ‘visitors’ out of his lab, smirking again; he turned back to look at Hook.
“I don't like being tied down,” Hook said vehemently.” You know that slagging well, Mixmaster.” He moaned as the other pressed the button again, wondering for a moment, how Mixmaster had managed to get back over to him so quickly.
“And that’s the lowest setting,” Mixmaster whispered, letting his hand trail over a sensitive area on the other’s shoulder; his finger slipped in to caress the joint as he turned the setting up. He enjoyed the cry he was rewarded with. His optics wandered over the other’s body, taking in every detail, no matter how small it was before he turned his ‘toy’ to its highest setting. He slowly pressed down on the button, watching as Hook’s whole body shot off the table, knowing the other was near overload.
Hook writhed in pleasure from the pulses the device was designed to give; his optics locked onto Mixmaster’s face as it slowly descended to the joint the other Decepticon’s hand had been playing with before. He screamed as the other’s glossa played with it, throwing him into overload. It was strong enough to completely knock him out when it finally subsided.
#
Hook woke hours later, surprised when he found he could move. He sat up, looking for Mixmaster, only to find a datapad instead. His optics read the message several times. “‘Hook,’” he muttered, reading it aloud, “‘Had to go do something. You're free to go. Still dislike being tied down? P.S. Hope to do it again soon.” Hook growled as he stood up; he was definitely going to have to get the other back for all of it. He smirked as he left the lab, the perfect plan brewing for his ‘revenge’.
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