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Anyway, Flambae doesn’t have this in game. I’ve got a little post-canon Mechabae scenario brewing in my head, though.

It’s canon that Flambae designed his own suit, and he’s definitely proud of his work, but he’s not immune to wanting to change things up a little and add a bit more flair. So, let’s say Flambae’s suit gets substantially damaged in a fight. It would take so much mending that Flambae might as well just make a whole other suit.

SDN’s been covering suit repair since he joined the Phoenix Program, and this time he brings a new design to the costume department. It’s almost identical to his previous design, but there is one key difference:

The tramp stamp.

It’s not a super big change, so it goes unnoticed by some people. Those who do notice don’t tend have much to say about it, and, if they do, they wouldn’t say it to Flambae’s face. Visi makes a remark when she sees it, though, and Prism compliments her bestie’s design choice.

Robert doesn’t say anything, but he definitely notices.

He may or may not have made a habit of stealing glances at Flambae. Especially his backside, though a bit more shamefully. So, when he spots the stamp, he nearly chokes on his coffee. Robert had perfected avoiding being caught by Flambae at that point, but he failed to account for being caught by other people in the office, namely, Prism.

Prism is tired of their shit already. Flambae keeps fumbling every opportunity via deflection and self-sabotage, and Robert seems to have taken that as a sign not to make a move. Therefore, she decides to take matters into her own hands by giving Robert a bit of a push.

“You know, he has an identical tattoo under the suit.”

The mug cracks in Robert’s hand.

The best part to me about that fire extinguisher post is before I even did research on it, I came to the conclusion that none of the mechs had a fire extinguisher inside the mech until Royd fixed Blue up. And, because fires inside the mech are considered electrical, it would 100% have a dry powder extinguisher within it. Until then those mechs are just walking osha violations. That would mean that post-Shroud, Robert has the single best threat against Flambae being stupid (my king) at any given moment and I’m now subscribing to the headcanon he keeps one at his desk as well

Secondary ramble: ignition point

We’re really pushing the term “speculative” with this speculative biology because how do I explain to someone “hey how likely could it be for me to engineer lactic acid to spontaneously combust? Yeah I’ve got a works cited lemme get that out for you”. To be honest the meta analysis takes only slightly less time for me than a single joint on the mech because in my mind if I don’t perfectly calculate Flambae’s hormone levels in his body I myself will spontaneously combust. Special thank you to @m00nlight3r as she especially helps me with verifying my biological functions I research as well as has the most human ligament comparisons I use with studying mobility in the mech process. I’m hoping I’m satisfied enough to post ignition concepts by the end of today with how the plotting has been going so that should be fun

Robert shoved Chad down onto the silk sheets of his own bed, the larger alpha landing on his back with a heavy thud. Chad's broad chest heaved a​s he stared up at him, legs already parting without being told. Beneath his suit his cock strained hard against the fabric, the head leaking steadily, and the base of his knot had begun to swell into a half-formed bulge that throbbed visibly.

"You are so good for me—" Robert murmured, voice low and commanding as he hungrily observed him, standing in front of the bed. "—spread open on your back like that."

Chad's face burned. His hips twitched upward involuntarily, seeking friction. "Bob-Bob—"

Robert gaze stayed locked on Chad sprawled out beneath him. Pre-cum continued to leak in steady beads, landing on the skin beneath. Chad's legs stayed spread wide, thighs trembling as he presented himself without being touched further.

"What a delicious display," Robert said, savouring the heady feeling of being in control over another alpha, his alpha. Control that had been gifted to him instantly, without question or hesitation.

Chad's voice cracked, raw with need. "Robert… please." His face burned hotter. His hips lifted in a helpless thrust, seeking any contact, but Robert didn't move closer. The denial made Chad's hole clench, his knot swelled another fraction, the bulge growing more pronounced as his body responded to the pure observation.

Robert leaned in close but remained out of reach. "Please what? Use your words, Chad."

"Robert," Chad groaned, voice cracking. His hands fisted the silk on either side of his head, fighting the urge to touch himself. "Please... touch it. Fuck, I need—"

Robert shook his head once, slow and deliberate. "No. Keep showing me. Spread wider. Let me see how desperate that hole gets when I don't give you anything."

Chad obeyed instantly. His powerful thighs parted further, knees bending back toward his chest presenting to his best abilities.