This kid's not alright

((Deadlock just EYES EMOJI))

In-Depth Sinday Meme

In-Depth Sinday Meme

The kiss manages to catch the Decepticon off-guard, and his engine snarls, leaning forward into the kiss, scraping his fangs at Hot Rod’s bottom lip. He probably should be a little more cautious- this could be a ruse to lower his guard.

But even so, it’s a risk he’s willing to take to be kissing the slighter mech currently pinned beneath him.

If Hot Rod wasn’t occupied, he’d be giving a victorious crow. But he got lost in the sensation for a moment, lost in the sensation of that bruising and sharp kiss. It was only the tiniest of sounds that escaped his throat before he remembered his goal here. Throw Deadlock off of him and wipe the smug look off his face. 

Deadlock’s engine growls sharply, and he grins, staying firm as his grip tightens on the smaller mech’s hands. There are a lot of things he’d like to do right now, but he wants to see if Hot Rod can manage to throw him off.

So he purrs slightly, tipping his head one way, then the other.

“Mmmh. I do like having your legs around my waist. Trying to give me a hint of what you want…?”

“Perhaps,” he huffed, annoyed that he couldn’t throw him off and back onto his back. Damn his smaller frame. Damn Deadlock’s larger frame. 

Hot Rod loosened his grip on Deadlock’s waist. He had something else up his proverbial sleeve to try. 

As soon as the other speedster landed on his back, Deadlock was moving again, pouncing to pin Hot Rod with his hands over his head, grinning down at him as he leans in noses almost close enough to touch.

He’s clearly pleased with himself.

“Gotta learn to fight dirty if you’re fighting with a Decepticon, Rodders. So what’re you gonna do now?”

Hot Rod’s engine revved excitedly when Deadlock claimed his hands to pin him. Deadlock knows what he likes. And that’s either very dangerous, or very good. Or both. He hasn’t quite figured it out yet. 

Hot Rod dodging out of the way actually caught him off-guard. He was used to moving fast enough to catch his prey before they could get out of the way, but Hot Rod had ducked him.

He was getting better. That’s what he liked to see. His grin faded to a sly smile, and moved to the side slightly, following his movements.

Then he dropped, sweeping his leg to kick Hot Rod’s legs out from under him.

Hot Rod’s hand rested on his hip as he teased Deadlock, dropping his guard foolishly. He didn’t notice Deadlock’s movements, didn’t notice how close he was getting. 

And then Hot Rod yelped as he flailed and fell on his back. 

A low growl, a flash of fangs, and he lunged forward, frame held low as he went to grapple Hot Rod, intending to pull his hands behind his back if he connected. This was fun. And if he was right, he knew exactly where it was heading.

“Do you? Then why don’t you show me?”

Hot Rod grinned wildly, ducking away to dodge that lunge. Laughter pealed from the Autobot as he darted backwards. 

“Oh, that the best you can do, Decepticon? I thought you were faster than that~” 

Oh? So this is what he wanted? Deadlock gave a wicked grin, prowling forward, optics glowing brilliant red as he advanced.

“Think you have what it takes to take me on, Rod?”

Hot Rod’s smirk was nothing short of arrogant. He tilted his chin up, not backing down from Deadlock stalking forward. 

Don’t mind Deadlock growling his engine suggestively.

“You know what?” 

Stands up, cocky grin on his face.