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Title: Blind
Rating: R (contains tactile)
Continuity: Dreamwave G1
Characters: Skywarp, Thundercracker
Summary: Takes place sometime during the twenty years from when they woke up to when the Decepticons were defeated by the Autobots and the humans. Just another day, and Skywarp is bored - but has an idea of how to alleviate that.

This planet was a slagging disaster. No, scratch that. This war had become a disaster, but at least he still got energon, and since they were so very well matched against the Autobots, injuries were (often) minor and negligible.

Skywarp was sure Megatron had just gotten more fixated on Prime in the first few years since they woke up on Earth, however. He wasn't sure he was on board with this any longer, but what else was there to do? To go? With a huff, Skywarp clutched the few items he'd just scooped off his desk more firmly in his hand and warped away. Time to ignore all of that useless scrap anyway; he had more important - and fun - things to do!

It was ease itself to warp in close to that particular precense, one of three he had a tag on, and observe (read stare at) him from across the rec room, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. He wouldn't know what hit him. Smirking as Thundercracker looked up, Skywarp tossed a jaunty wave and left the doorway, but not to get further inside the room, rather to get away, out into the corridor.

Like expected, it didn't really take long for Thundercracker to come out looking for him. He kind of wished he had Starscream's null-ray for this... But you couldn't have everything, so when Thundercracker paused at the intersection looking around with a frown but missing Skywarp standing beside the door to the rec room, Skywarp warped in behind him, grinning.

"Hey, TC."

And then slammed the little device home into the unprotected gap between neck and the protruding part of his backstrut the nosecone was attached to. Electricity spat out, the blue jet jerked and then collapsed, throughly and completely offline and stunned for the moment.

Skywarp snickered, feeling a slight flare of guilt, but only a small one. It was always amusing when it was so easy and the fact that being able to drop someone as dangerous as Thundercracker as easily as he just did...

He loved easy targets!

Of course, Skywarp mused as he pulled the other Seeker up by the waist and sort-of tossed him through the portal, it'd take orns to get Thundercracker to relax again... And that was probably only after he'd got his revenge.

And since Thundercracker was careful and planned those sort of things, it'd take a while. Because this, from Skywarp? Had been hastily thrown together after a few mentions and indications from Thundercracker... no real planning, just picking up supplies and waiting for the perfect opportunity.

After walking through the portal himself, Skywarp frowned down, considering Thundercracker, the floor, the berth, and then shrugged and wrestled the slightly heavier Seeker up on the berth. Was it bad that he was looking forward to whatever Thundercracker would come up with in revenge?

That was, of course, not the only reason he was doing this, but the retaliation was part of the fun, especially as Skywarp didn't do anything until he was sure Thundercracker would like it and had given some sort of cue... however unwitting.

Snickering as he fastened the cuffs and then pulled Thundercracker's arms up above him with the chain and attached it, Skywarp trailed a finger down his nasal ridge and tapped the chinguard before he attached the optic blocker and turned it on. He didn't bother with cuffs for the legs, just mag-locks so he wouldn't get kicked while Thundercracker calmed down after coming online again, and then he settled himself down over the blue jet, leaning his chin in the palm of one hand, and traced patterns over the cockpit as he waited for him to reboot.

*

He should have known something was up the moment Skywarp just left the rec room without saying anything. Skywarp was exceedingly bad at lying to him (he was passable otherwise, so long as he wasn't attempting to lie to a superior, or someone otherwise more powerful), and thus never said anything if he had something Thundercracker would probably disapprove of...

Which this time apparently was something like hitting him with a lightning-bite dart and... blinding him?

What?

Thundercracker tried resetting his optics, offlining and then onlining all routines and subroutines to his vision, but nothing worked, and it was first after that (so he wasn't the most with it after coming back online from being pumped full of electricity) that he caught the outside influence.

An optic blocker.

"Skywarp..." Despite being unable to see, Thundercracker narrowed his optics, his voice deeper than usual, both with his displeasure and a slightly abused vocalizer... That much electricity to sensitive wiring just wasn't particularly good.

All he got was a slight push downwards of the form lying on top of him as Skywarp pressed closer to feel the rumble through his frame his tone caused, as well as a snigger.

"Nope. You're stayin' right there," Skywarp said, almost cheerily Primus damn it, and he could hear the smirk.

Frown deepening, Thundercracker shifted, trying to buck to unseat Skywarp, but his legs were stuck. Growling, ignoring yet another snigger as he attempted to yank his legs up from where they were bent slightly and knees pointing away, stuck to the berth. He could feel no cuffs, and that would have been awkward with how his legs were separated anyway.

Mag-locks.

And they were were at full strength too, and the cuffs around his wrists were amped up enough to suck away some strength. Gritting his jaw, Thundercracker drew in some air and then released it in a slow, measured vent.

"The point?" Of course, asking for the point might be quite useless as well as needless... he wasn't stupid. But the optic blocker was new, and caused a slight, nervous energy to collect along his cables, his arms twitching in an attempt to either break free, or at least get rid of the energy.

"Oh, well... Uh. You said... So I thought you'd like this..." Skywarp trailed off, not so much uncertain - besides the hesitation in those first words - as anticipating, as the black Seeker shifted, sat up and apparently rearranged himself because suddenly he had no idea where Skywarp was exactly...

Well, except for his field, which was humming away, gently reaching out for his and brushing against it in quick, excited flares. It was very hard not to snort at that. But... being unable to see was making that energy from earlier pool down, collecting faster now that he couldn't be certain where Skywarp was---

The touch was, despite that he knew it must be coming, unexpected, a firm grip of the leading edge of his left wing between Skywarp's thumb and forefinger, and the sensation lashed out from there in a fine lightning net over his sensornet. Then Skywarp took his hand away, having reached the base of the wing.

"Warp---!" Despite the fact that the touch was gone, the fact that he couldn't see and Skywarp wasn't touching anywhere else (and that he couldn't feel around for the black jet since he was nicely immobilized), caused the touch to linger, burning trails of touch spreading over his sensornet where it ought to have died down. But there was nothing else to focus on.

Skywarp laughed, and Thundercracker could... maybe... forgive the slightly gleeful edge. Maybe, depending on what happened, and obviously Skywarp needed a lesson in asking before doing something like this. Not that it was, or would be, terrible, but it was the principle of the thing.

A warning to expect something like this, even if he didn't know when.

"I should lock you in a closet with your warping disa---nnngh." Thundercracker attempted to swallow his groan, and while this time there'd been a warning in the form of a slight pressure of Skywarp's field pulsing out, the touch came not against his cockpit, where the field had concentrated, crackling against his own, but rather as a pinch against his wingtips, then scraped down the edge of the wings.

"Should I've gotten a gag, too?" Skywarp hummed, dragging his fingertips down the seams in Thundercracker's armour of the legs after lifting his hands off his wings briefly trailing featherlight touches along the angles of the chest turbines.

Digging the edges of his fingertips into the seams, Thundercracker was going to retort, really, but Skywarp took his hands away as he reached the tip of the pedes and scraped a finger along the rim of each afterburner. He would have stopped the jerk of his frame if he could have, field drawing away from the teasing, near-mocking brushes of Skywarp's, but the touch slammed right down, energy surging along his circuits and settling, nervous and hot, around his spark chamber.

If he could just see it would be easier to field the flashes of fire and hot, firm metal against him that Skywarp's touches were, but he couldn't and it was driving him out of his processor. He shouldn't have made that off-hand mention.

Of course Skywarp would pick up on it. Another trailing touch, fingers rubbing over the ribbed housing of his afterburners, static charge easily teased to the surface to chase Skywarp's fingers, and Thundercracker couldn't suppress the squirm or the fuzzed-out moan.

He was going to murder the black Seeker... After he got revenge.

"'Course, if I'd gotten a gag, I wouldn't be hearin' you shortin' out, right?" Skywarp chuckled, and stuck his thumbs on the inside of the afterburners and curling his fingers around the outside and rubbed his thumbs, and then there were lips mouthing over a knee-joint.

"Skywarp..! Slag it---" He would be embarrassed over his response, except at least he couldn't see himself... or anything, and thus couldn't prepare, so he had an excuse for the fact that every touch - even if Skywarp was hitting hot spots - unknowing of them as he was, caused his sensornet to light up, sensitivity amped up in the spot the moment it landed, then lingered as Skywarp withdrew again, and energy flooded, too much, too raw, from those spots, burning up circuits along the way, to settle around his spark chamber.

It should take longer than this.

Frag, it should take more than - however knowing - a few touches like molten lava to make the sensitive circuitry around his spark chamber heavy, seemingly pulsing in time with his slagging spark.

"Skywarp... what the slag?" Thundercracker couldn't really form any better question than that, because just then Skywarp settled his hands on the expanse of his wings, stroked down, hands flat and then drew back until only his fingertips followed the seams and interlocking armourplates, the wings shivering beneath the... slightly electrified touch?! Thundercracker would have protested, but all that came out was a static-filled moan which vibrated his own plating as well as through Skywarp's cockpit, adding to the lightning searing down, and he was never doing this again---

Skywarp gently bit down on his chinguard, dug his fingers into the cables of a knee-joint and his other hand rubbed the cables of the joint where wing met back, and Thundercracker stiffened, perhaps spitting out something, but mostly static, as the energy around his spark chamber swelled.

It pulsed once, twice, too heavy for where it was, humming along his internals in its own frequency and then his spark flared. The lightning broke against the blackness of what he wasn't seeing, and Thundercracker twisted - as much as he could - head slamming back as the energy unleashed, riding him as much as he was riding it and then...

"Hi, Thundercracker," Skywarp grinned - and that was an unbearably wide grin - as he took away the optic blocker, got off the berth and deactivated the cuffs. Thundercracker grimaced and lunged the second his hands were free---

And met, of course, nothing but air. Flailing slightly before he got a weak grip on the edge of the berth with both his hands, Thundercracker collapsed back down on the berth. His cooling fans working overtime to try and keep up with his frame, attempting to keep him online and not into a forced reboot, excess static charge skittering down his limbs and over his cockpit. Sucking in and releasing deep, measured vents - the cycling of air forced through a subroutine he'd put in a long time ago to shorten the time needed for recovery - to aid in cooling his systems, Thundercracker relaxed slightly into the berth.

A lesson for Skywarp was the least of the things coming. He'd get the idiot teleporter back, and the black jet would be asking and begging before he was even halfway done, and it wouldn't take--- Thundercracker boggled and couldn't keep down the outraged rev of his engine. Skywarp had knocked him out, chained him up, turned him on and overloaded him in just about a breem.

Clearly, Skywarp needed to learn the art of patience and going slow as well. While Thundercracker had his doubts of Skywarp learning this anytime soon if he hadn't yet... He was willing to make the effort.

Skywarp would pay.