Crossed Wires 10-SilverPhantom by WheeljackFans, literature
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Crossed Wires 10-SilverPhantom
Blurr mewled softly, his optics flashing near white before dimming dark, his hands clutching his lovers hips as dark hands traced down his armor seams. J-j-jackie he stuttered, his voice laced with static.
Wheeljack couldnt keep the satisfied smile down if he wanted to. The sound of Blurrs voice at the height of pleasure was one addiction that he never wanted to get tired of. Leaning up, he caught Blurrs lips in an intense kiss as the speedster stiffened. A moment later overload raced through his circuits and he barely noticed when Blurr caught him, hands carefully lowering him down to rest on th
Crossed Wires 9- SilverPhantom by WheeljackFans, literature
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Crossed Wires 9- SilverPhantom
Wheeljack sat in the medbay, alone, reading one of his datapads, knowing that very little was going to happen that day. There were no battles, no skirmishes, the twins were both on patrol, Ratchet was resting, and the Ark was quiet
Thats why he was a bit surprised when the door to the medbay slid open to reveal Blurr, the blue mech looking at Wheeljack uncertainly. Blurrs mouth worked for a few moments before he quickly stuttered out, IllwaitforRatchet, and left.
Woah Blurr! Get back here! Wheeljack rushed out of the room and grabbed the hand of the retreating mech. He looked Blurr over and did
Stolen Moments - Silverphantom by WheeljackFans, literature
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Stolen Moments - Silverphantom
Wheeljack arched into the hands that traced the seams of his armor so carefully, so reverently that no words were needed to show how much the mech above him loved him, wanted him, needed him. He didnt care when his mask was removed, revealing his face to the overly bright blue optics that studied him for probably orns without him ever noticing, always quick to look away when the mech thought he was about to be caught.
Soft, pliable lips caught his in a whimper, a gentle thumb touching the scar at the corner of his mouth and the mech broke away when Wheeljacks fingers outlined the port hidden under blue armor, almost as if it was
For Last Time - Silverphantom by WheeljackFans, literature
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For Last Time - Silverphantom
Twin sets of hands traced down the seams of the chassis, searching for a wire here, a cord there, that would wring that intoxicating moan that they heard from the mech between them once, maybe twice before. The first time they heard it was an accident, once after a battle when the mechs have been a bit overcharged. The twins had volunteered to carry the mech back to his room and before they knew it, one of them was pressed against the wall, a smooth glossa tracing the edges of audio receivers, while the other twin leaned weakly against the wall by them, the sensations from the open bond between them nearly swamping his processors.
This tim
Crossed Wires 8-Silverphantom by WheeljackFans, literature
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Crossed Wires 8-Silverphantom
Blurr knew that he screwed up this time. What was even worse was that it was his first normal mission after being stuck on the light duty list for so long.
At least the Decepticons caught him after he delivered the package to the outpost halfway across the country from base.
Well, he was sure it was the Decepticons. It was the only reason to explain why an electronic pulse had knocked him out and he was waking up in a cell. With his Spark pulsing erratically.
Blurr pushed himself into a sitting position and leaned heavily against the closest wall. His access to subspace was sealed off so no use on trying to get his gun. Communications
Crossed Wires 7-Silverphantom by WheeljackFans, literature
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Crossed Wires 7-Silverphantom
Wheeljack was feeling a bit frustrated. He couldnt remember a time within the past week that he didnt fall into recharge, sated and completely relaxed, with Blurrs helm resting on his chassis. But that wasnt the problem. The problem was that he couldnt remember Blurr reaching overload. Every time, Wheeljack would offline for a brief while and when his optics came back on, Blurr was already starting to fall into recharge and wouldnt respond to any questions that Wheeljack asked. Blurr would even be gone to his in-ship-duty assigned to him by the time Whe
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Crossed Wires 6-SilverPhantom
It hadnt been very long for things to fall back into a routine, even if it wasnt the usual one. Wheeljack still worked between the medbay, the communication room, and his lab while Blurr was assigned to the communication room for monitor duty until further notice, and visited Wheeljack when he was released from his duty, knowing full well that the inventor would be up no matter how late it was.
There were two mechs who protested against Blurrs assignment. The first and foremost was Blurr himself. He would say that he was the courier for a reason: no other mech could get important things delivered faster than he. He also
Great Things Come from Small Achievements
This tale starts not too long before the great civil war on Cybertron. Before the Autobots and Decepticons fractions appeared, before the chaos and terror. Before the great metropolis of a planet became a wasteland of war. It was a time of peace, the great golden age of Cybertron, but this isn't a story of how the war started. This story is about a simple dreamer who only cared about making life easier for his Transformer brethren. A junior scientist named Wheeljack. At the time, Cybertron was at peace with rumors floating around that a powerful Transformer called Megatron was secretly building an ar
Forever Yours - Ben10Slashers by WheeljackFans, literature
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Forever Yours - Ben10Slashers
It was dark. It was really dark. It was so dark that I thought I was blind.
Powering up my optic sensors, I found that the room was dark, but not pitch black. A small ray of light peeking though one of the ships doors caught my attention and I hefted myself up to check it out, curiosity once again taking priority over logic.
Discovering that the source of the light was a barely functional light patch, I decided to check my chronometer to determine how long I had been in stasis. The answer not only surprised me, but also terrified me.
Four million years.
The crew of the ARK and I had been in stasis lock for four million years.
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