#wift

They got kind of plot-y and sort of forlorn on me. I hope this is okay? 

The days belonged to the Knights. Wing had a code to uphold, distant, aloof, withdrawn. Drift was their prisoner, distrusted, guarded, taunted and trained in the most painful ways the Inner Circle could devise.

They endured because they had to, they endured because the nights were theirs and theirs alone.

Wing stroked along Drift’s shoulder knowing it would be sore. “I’m so sorry.” The sentiment accentuated by a soft kiss placed on the scuffed pauldron.

“I’m fine, what about you? That’s gotta hurt?” The back of Drift’s fingers traced a gouge in Wing’s cheek guard.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore. Nothing hurts right now.” Wing nuzzled into Drift neck trying to get ever closer.

“Sap.” But there was no fire behind his words. He worked his knee in between Wing’s thighs for no other purpose than tangling their legs together allowed their bodies to overlap and intertwine.

The soft graze of a busted lip over ones that had been well chewed. “Yes, but I’m your sap.”

A low growl escaped Drift as he pulled Wing ever tighter against him, “Damn straight you are. Mine and no one else’s. Fraggers need to keep their hands off before I take their hands off for them.”  

Another kiss settled the irate speedster. “Shoosh darling. None of that in here. Remember? In here it’s just us. No one else. Nothing from out there can touch us in here?”

Drift’s forehead fell against Wing’s, “Yeah I know. It’s just hard. I wish we could be like this always. I don’t like having to hide what you are to me, or what I am to you. S’not right.”

Wing’s long arms wrapped around Drift’s head pulling him tighter, closer. “I know dearest. I know. It’s for the best though. They wouldn’t understand. They couldn’t. But they will. We’ll make them Eventually.” Each word punctuated by a kiss. Each emotion made physically available to the other by the caress of hands and not just words. “Until then, enjoy this time with me? Before we have to leave here and rejoin the world? Be with me, only me, in this moment?”

If Wing saw the fear of what was to come in Drift’s eyes, he never commented. If Drift saw the sadness in Wing’s eyes, he never gave it voice. Instead, the fortified each other with each kiss, strengthened the other with their touch, and healed each wound both real and emotional felt with vows fed to the other’s lips filled spark deep sincerity.

When it came time for them to face their day they stopped at the door giving each other one last long kiss. “Until tonight?”  Wing would ask, voice full of hope.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Drift | Deadlock/Wing Characters: Wing (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Schmoop, Tumblr Prompt, Tumblr Ask Box Fic Series: Part 28 of Prompt Fills Summary:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Drift | Deadlock/Wing Characters: Drift | Deadlock, Wing (Transformers) Additional Tags: Dirty Talk, Blow Jobs, Sex Series: Part 27 of Prompt Fills Summary:

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“What was that?” Wing asked as Drift shudder atop him.

Drift moaned weakly rolling off Wing. “Isn’t five enough for you? You damn insatiable jet?” 

“No. Wait, you don’t think you can cum again? I’m going to show you that you can.” Wing slid next to Drift kissing and licking the seams on the grounder’s chest. “I love the way you taste after an overload, like the sky before a storm.” 

Drift groaned at the purring in Wing’s voice. Damn, but did his jet know how to play him like a virtuoso. Just when he swore he nothing left to give Wing knew just where to touch, just what to say, how to say it to spark Drift’s charge again. 

Wing smirked as Drift’s spike began to pressurized again. “Sometimes I hate you. You know that?” 

“What was that?” Wing asked as Drift shudder atop him.

Drift moaned weakly rolling off Wing. “Isn’t five enough for you? You damn insatiable jet?”

“No. Wait, you don’t think you can cum again? I’m going to show you that you can.” Wing slid next to Drift kissing and licking the seams on the grounder’s chest. “I love the way you taste after an overload, like the sky before a storm.”

Drift groaned at the purring in Wing’s voice. Damn, but did his jet know how to play him like a virtuoso. Just when he swore he nothing left to give Wing knew just where to touch, just what to say, how to say it to spark Drift’s charge again.

Wing smirked as Drift’s spike began to pressurized again. “Sometimes I hate you. You know that?”

“No, you don’t. You love me,” Wing stroked Drift’s stiffening spike. “I’m addicting.” Wing’s optics had a mischievous glint as they held Drift’s while the jet licked slowly up Drift’s still wet spike. “And you can’t get enough of me.” Drift couldn’t look away as Wing’s tongue circled the head of his spike. Dipping into the slit at the top, laving at the platelets only to engulf the entire length again. Drift’s body was taught as a drawn bow.

And then Wing climbed on top of him. The jet made a show of sliding his still dripping valve along Drift’s spike. Small strings of their mixed fluids trailed after Wing as he raised to his knees. The visual evidence of their coupling set Drift’s fans up another notch.

Wing leaned back, bracing his weight on a single hand against Drift’s thigh. He spread his legs just a little bit wider. He wanted Drift to see, he wanted Drift to watch every inch of his spike as it was consumed by Wing’s body. “Do I feel good Drift? Do you like being inside of me?” Wing slowly started circling his hips as he slipped farther down Drift’s spike. “I love it Drift. Love your spike inside me. Love feeling you come apart inside me.” The words fell from Wing’s lips like a liturgy to Drift’s audials. Until finally, finally, they fell apart together.

As they lay together recovering Drift felt soft trembles through his lover’s body. “What’s with you?” He asked tracing along Wing’s spinal strut.