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OOC;

//Saw TF:One (amazing, I’m in love and wanna watch it again) and ofc got thinking about “what if Lieutenant were canon?”

//But then I remembered his design got technically canonized in IDW2 :v So I guess I don’t have to think too hard,,

//I wanna draw but my dog destroyed my tablet pen 😭 Back to just loafing

The chances of being attacked by your Patito is low, but never zero

It’s a good thing Lieutenant is tall. Makes it harder to see the teeth marks Pharma keeps leaving on his fins.

SLANDERING?? I have only been speaking facts. Secondly,

HUSH, YOU

Bringing this back because he's currently slandering me

BEHOLD

MY HUSBAND

GIANT GREEN BEAN THAT PROVIDES THE PARK PATITOS WITH PEAS

What. A. Day.

Sopping wet, exhausted, shuttle broke down, still had errands to run, and managed to still cook. If anyone needs him, he’s putting trash TV on and hopefully falling asleep.

There is something about doctors and swallowing foreign objects lately…

Silver means well, for sure. His intentions are pure…

But it’s KILLING Lieutenant.

@trustme-imamedic , @unknownsoldiers

Now to set the mood for this current... flirting session.

With SONG.

♫ OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH,

Two birds with beautiful feathers, always stick together~

Tweeting and chirping even as the days go by.

They're never ever really apart. Just take my woooooord!

Cause they're loooooovebirds~~~ ♫

@unknownsoldiers

*snorts*

No wonder no one likes the Decepticons. They are insufferable.

Oh. The slippers can come off again.

It slipped his mind that it had been a week already. Good riddance.

"It only takes a mech you deem you can trust as readily as you would your second. They can be tricky to find." Lieutenant concurs, motioning to one of the clean rags nearby with his bloody hand from touching the living corpse. He'd rather clean that off before it ruins his paint and gets in his joints.

"The joys of a small crew," He repeats. A long sigh comes from Lieutenant. He had baited the mech, but it had been ages since he openly spoke of his crew. As much as he does try to hide his emotions with the mask, he rubs the back of his neck. "They did not survive the war. None of them did.

"There is something far more distressing when you have a collection of Made to Orders who never got to see what a post-war life was like. Listening to every one of them plan and dream of the life that--" Lieutenant vents to gather himself, "We all knew the program was nearing the end once we were ordered to collect ununtrium. It was only a matter of time. They all knew it." It was almost poetic how they farmed for the substance that would create phase sixers, only to then be killed by the equivalent of one.

"Commander Tormentor did enjoy flexing his abilities to rival the power of dying stars." Lieutenant gave a huff of a small laugh, "Primes he was insufferable on those missions. You have never seen a cockier grin on a mech." Of course, that was Tormentor's brand to begin with. The mech thought he was damn near invincible.

"Our medic Steelshock knows, newest CMO on our ship after Racket, well," He gave a vague gesture to the small wall of corpses. "He decided he didn't like where his career path was going, and I was more than happy to give him something new." He chirped, servos digging back into the mech and twitching his wings.

"Unfortunately my third was... somewhat displeased with.. Hmm, some of the decisions I have needed to make to ensure the success of the Armada. He lost his life in one of the missions, and I haven't been able to find a good third since." He gives a dramatic sigh, pulling out another piece of the mech and setting it to the side.

Then giving a boisterous laugh at the mention of Tormentor, optics glittering with glee and grinning.

"Ah the joys of a smaller crew! Nothing stays private for long, no matter how hard you try! Funny, you can live next to a mech your whole life and barely know a thing about him, but when you get with a crew suddenly they know your most embarrassing secrets!" Wings twitched and flicked, dipping and flapping and not even hiding the rapidfire emotions.

"How is the crew, by the way? I would have thought Commander Tormenter would be with you? Or some of your other crew members, at least?"

The victim gave a broken noise as his helm was shoved to the side, shaking as more pieces were taken out of him.

"I apprciate your thoughtfulness," Lieutenant rumbles in return, "but that has never stopped you before." It is dawning on Lieutenant just how affectionate Pharma is and how quickly it comes about. Normally he senses it coming and finds himself fluttering his fins rapidly before the medic even begins to have his way. However, now, he's taken by surprise at every little connection. It's riveting in a way.

The kisses earn chirrs and brighter pink cheeks as he melts further into the glass. Pharma's squeeze to his sides causes an involuntary squeal as he clutched his leg around his Conjunx's hip tighter just upon reaction. A playful swat at the arms follows, "I will let you know when I finish, cheeky."

He unfurls his leg from Pharma to allow himself some balance as he leans down to kiss his Conjunx. Lieutenant has to steal at least two from the Autobot, before whispering in his audial, "I want to take this to the nook to dive further into this 'research.'" While this hadn't been for any experiment, Lieutenant did already have at least one idea he wanted to try while in this predicament.

The medic hums. Poor thing. Unraveling his conjunx was almost a hobby at this point, and one of his favoritesfor sure. "Oh?" Well then that makes Pharma even more curious about what Lieutenant had going on with that datapad. Fortunate for Lieutenant though, Pharma is steered from the thought.

"Well,," Pharma pulls his servo out from under Lieutenant’s armor, flipping his wrist to look at the underside of his forearm at the time "I've been off the clock for quite some time.." Both servos move to sit on those hips, "I just didn't want to disturb your reading."

White lips press a couple of the tiniest of kisses up the front of the taller mech's neck, Pharma’s servos slipping up to squeeze at his sides "I suppose if you're finished, I have the time to spare." Pharma smirks against him, of course he has the time to spare, Lieutenant will always have dibs over Pharma's free time. But of course Pharma can't go without bullying him a bit.

No matter how many times Pharma gets into his personal space, the medic never fails to turn the Decepticon in a bashful pink mess. Watching Pharma watch him only made his fins flutter more as the medic pressed closer. It has Lieutenant a bit flushed.

“You can kill a mech without trying, you know that,” Specifically him. He’s dying from just being smooshed by the smaller jet. “Perhaps it could be an experiment as I do already have a datapad and a stylus at the ready.”

As Pharma moves closer, Lieutenant finds himself pressed up fully against the glass wall. With only one available leg, he’s not going anywhere. Fortunately, he doesn’t want to move from his current position.

Despite not making contact, the sound of his denta alone had Lieutenant involuntarily react with a melting groan, as his frame tended from the anticipation. This was only the beginning, he can only imagine how easily Pharma could ruin him

Absolutely not in a breathless tone that may or may not be the result of a mind already plagued with thoughts, “Tell me you are free from the clock.”

Pharma practically sits his chin on Lieutenant’s chest watching him speak, perhaps admittedly admiring him more than actually paying attention- but he heard what he said!

"Aw, baby,," The jet rumbles at him, standing up straighter so that he could get his nose up under Lieutenant's chin— barely teasing to speak against his throat "Doing your own little experiments this time?" That's what happened last time yes?

The jet's frame conforms to the front of Lieutenant's own, Pharma always greedy for contact. One servo smooth over the freckled protoform under green armor, the other curls lightly into the back of Lieutenant’s thigh "You'll be quite fun to play with once we get them off of you." Dentals clack together threatening a nip to that big thick neck cable infront of them.

The damn mech-- creature-- thing ripped his arm off! No, no no NO! Lieutenant was not letting him take it. How could he get it back though? His HUD was swarmed with critical warnings, his senses were blocked, his vision was poor, and blood began gushing out of his arm like a flash flood.

He could just barely make out the shape of Ghostspire with his arm, and the hallucination of colors spilling out of the mech. That was more than enough for the panting mech to use as he pulled out a grenade from his subspace. With a general sense of where Ghost was, he turned it on to chuck it at him in an attempt to either blow him up or scare him away.

Either way, Lieutenant found himself blinded and barely able to fight. He was desperate. A desperate cornered mech with next to nothing to lose.

He gives a triumphant snarl as sharpened denta sink in deep, past hardened armor and into softer mesh and wires. Claws scramble for a purchase against the mech as jaw works to sink those fangs in deeper, finding whatever purchase they can and sinking claws in.

Energon dripped into waiting maw with another animalistic snarl, visor gaining a violet tint to it. Claws hooking more to hold him down like prey.

He wanted, needed to tear, to rend this mech open and feast on his insides while he screamed. To taste his energon and howl with laughter as he begs to live. Begging for mercy where none would be granted-

He arched and screeched as claws dug into him, tearing at plating and protoform alike. Helm snapped to the side while he tore himself away with the arm, clawing back the dregs of his self control as he vented harshly. Reasoning with the wild part of himself that demanded energon, vents ragged and harsh as arm dangled in his maw.

Claws twitched and trembled, and he growled, energon dripping from his arm. Deep violet and bright pink, pale blue and blazing red with something the color of rust all mixing and swirling together down his plating.

Lieutenant's fin twitches at the little splatter of blood that lands on him from Sky's gesture. He'll do well to keep off of the wall of corpses and stay in Skyfall's favor. More or less.

As for the response to Dart, it earns a raised optic ridge, although it's hidden behind the mask. "Ah, I was more inquiring about him being your second-in-command. However, you have my silence and early congratulations to you both."

It's not uncommon for a commander and lieutenant to get together as they tend to spend most of their time with each other. They have to know each other well enough and show a strong enough bond for the rest of the crew to follow in accordance. Relationship or not. "I imagine a select few know as well," He inquires, "In order to keep this quiet there are few that would need to help cover your tracks after all. A medic, your third-in-command, or whomever you trust not to let this slip." Sky might not want to gossip, but Lieutenant will work to egg him on. "Honestly, do you think Commander Tormentor and I could have kept things to just ourselves with the cards we were delt?" He shakes his helm, "Would not have stayed between us for a week with some of the crew members we had."

The Decepticon met eyes with the victim on the table, only to shove the mech's helm back to face Skyfall. He's not anyone's savior here, so don't look at him for mercy. "Lieutenant." He firmly corrects. "Respect that, please." There is no room for nicknames with him.

"All four of them!" Energon covered servo sweeps grandly over to the other three mechs, grinning widely and looking down at the mech on the table.

"He wasn't keen on saying much, so I decided to help make sure he stayed quiet!" He chirped happily, servos clasping together with a wet squelch as his wings twitched and fluttered. Never not moving as he went back to work breaking and cutting the mech open under him.

"Dart? He and I have been together for... Oh, next week will be our tenth Vorn anniversary! Though, do keep quiet on it? I get enough whispers from the ship mechs looking for more juicy gossip to knaw on." He snickered, tearing out a fuel pump with a screech of metal and splatter of energon.

The mech under them gave a squealing noise, frame arching and trembling.

"Fascinating how much a spark can take before giving out, isn't it? I've had him put back together about... four times now!" A claw reached over and traced over the mechs chassis, right over the seem. "And he still hasn't offlined! My record is ten before the frame finally kills itself. But! I'm sure you aren't here to listen to be ramble! What can I help you with, Lieu Lieu?" He grinned, setting the fuel pump to the side and sinking claws into soft protomesh along the mechs exposed frame.

More squealing sobs left the mech as his frame jerked and twitched, single working optic looking over to Lieutenant pleadingly.

Save him from this deranged maniac.

If it hadn't been obvious the last time they saw each other, it left no room for doubt. There's definitely something wrong with this mech. He reminded Lieutenant of mechs that did Syk. It unnerved him just how deranged Ghost was between almost a beast and a mech.

He may have miscalculated in irritating Ghost.

Lieutenant tries to side-step the mech, losing his footing due to the slippers for just a moment. It was enough of an opening for Ghost to sink his mangled fangs into the green mech's forearm. With his predicament, his frame betrays him in it's heightened state. The piercing teeth punctured right through his armor, earning an

unbridled scream of agony.

Fight or flight took over, as Lieutenant unsheathed his claws of his uninjured arm, targeting the brittle pieces of sparkly armor on Ghost, clawing at the holes to tear the armor off.

Skidding to a stop on all fours, mask snapping back and grinning at him with a jaw full of sharpened denta. Edging the line between sane and insane as he lunges again, this time less snake-like and more like a normal mech.

"Kill you? No. Bite you? Yes!" Jaws snapped and sharp fangs gleemed as he snarled low in his chassis.

He didn't move in general like his frame was dilapidating, one minute moving like an animal and the next like a mech trained to kill. No real set fighting style either, something chaotic and wild, a mix of things picked up over the years.

Which is why next miss he overshoots just barely, jaws snapping at the mech.

If it weren't for the wall supporting his back, he would have fluffed his armor at Pharma catching his leg. However, his fins were more of a flutter from Pharma's comment. He needed no fictional tales of romance with a medic when he already lives it. Not to mention, it is more fun to frustrate the Chief Medical Officer over how such sappy novels portray the medical field than it is to simply read them.

He is definitely going to bother him later with some of those stories.

However he is brought back to reality when Pharma inquires about the slippers. "That," He sighed, collecting himself, "would be the minor issue." Lieutenant rubbed his hand back over his face, briefly pushing his visor further up. "They were cold initially, yes, but now they will not come off. Supposedly they are to remain like this for another week." Don't ask him for details as to what happened or how.

"Oh?" Lifting his leg? Just for him? Oh he shouldn't have. Pharma's stupid lil grin worsens, that servo catching the back of Lieutenant’s thigh to hold it up and hook it over his white hip. Lieutenant getting himself cornered seems to be a frequent happening, though Pharma may just pride himself in bronto-wrangling. He liked to use their height difference to his advantage of course, Pharma able to fit his own chest right up under Lieutenant's, uses it to squish Lieutenant back against the wall to chitter up at him. "I suppose you are right, it's not much fiction for you these days." His optics narrow up at him more as his grin gets as worse as it could.

Pharma glances down to the pede that was dangling down beside his leg. "The kermies?" He asks returning his regard back up to that pink face. "Don't tell me your poor little pedes are cold~"

But you are right about the brat thing. It's almost as if your favorite sport is trying me beyond my patience until I inevitably rail you until you can't see straight for two days for your crimes. Sounds like a kink to me.

"I merely give out what you gave me back on Luna-1. And I can see straight post-- you know-- things! Just fine, thank you!" lies. "Besides, watching you get worked up trying to keep patient is enjoyable. It is nice watching you spend all that time fighting, only to melt the moment you get kisses. Perhaps it is a kink, as I do have fun with it."

Think he can jump? Oh, he knows he can; these legs aren’t just for show. He’s called ‘bunny’ for a reason, and this is just one of many reasons why.

Lieutenant needs not explain that to Ghostspire, as he leaps back away from the seeker’s hooks with inches to spare. The attack from the mech is not one typical of the build for mechs of his dilapidating frame. This does make the Decepticon harken back to his initial sense of something inside Ghostspire.

As much as he would like to antagonize the hunter further, he knows he’s severely ill-equipped to take him on if he has to watch the mech and wherever he plans to land when he jumps back away. “Glad we hashed out a deal to give you information prior to this. It is comforting to know you are not trying to kill me.” Lieutenant says as he classifies this as not antagonizing his attacker.

@unknownsoldiers ‘Nothing that lands quite like you can— ah, nevermind.’

Oh-

Oh the gloves are off now, rabbit. I hope your feeling froggy with those slippers cause he's lunging at you for that-

Lieutenant raises his thigh up just slightly, trying to shift away from the teasing touches. He yelped, as his aft was pinched, and rapidly escaped backwards right into a wall. The sudden wall only made him jump once more, looking at it and back at his Conjunx.

“For your informATION—!” Lieutenant bit his tongue to keep himself for any other embarrassing squeaky voice cracks. Which he wouldn’t be having if he weren’t wearing those ridiculous slippers.

His fins fluttered rapidly as Pharma made his way up under his chest. Normally such teasing touches he could fight back while biting his lip. Unfortunately, having his frame heighten it’s senses in compensation for his lack of a seismic sense, makes Pharma’s touches far more dangerous. The Decepticon, despite his efforts, couldn’t hold out for long before a slew a squeaky giggles cascaded out of him. “Itsn-nahaAT fahaan-fiihiction!”

"Trouble," Pharma parrots his parrot and starts backing Lieutenant slowly into whatever is closest behind him. "A minor issue?" The jet tisk tisks, the digits dancing up behind Lieutenant’s thigh giving his pert lil green aft a careful pinch. The others starts worming their way under the edge of chest armor. "Don't tell me you've been reading that doctor fan-fiction again my love."

I don't have to guess anything. You should tell them about your lil power frogging kinks, perhaps the bean banging one as well. As for the bondage, you're just a big green rope bunny.

Kink Shame Meme [Closed]

Sputtering noises as pink rapidly covers his pale white face. He wants to deny it all but his tongue is too twisted in what words to say first to defend himself with!

DO NOT TAKE HIS SILENCE AS PHARMA SPEAKING FACTS BECAUSE HE’S NOT!! LIES ALL LIES!!

This is the worst time to have these stupid slippers on. He is making a mental note to burn them when the week is up. However that will have to be put on hold, as he narrowly dodged the oncoming seeker.

“Touched a nerve,” Lieutenant comments, keeping his optics trained on Ghost’s movements. He can’t sense him at all, so he has to keep his optics peeled behind his mask so not to lose sight of the mech. Fleet footedness -even in slippers- only gets one so far so long as he can see him. “And here I thought you could take what you dish out.”

@unknownsoldiers ‘Nothing that lands quite like you can— ah, nevermind.’

Oh-

Oh the gloves are off now, rabbit. I hope your feeling froggy with those slippers cause he's lunging at you for that-

He has begun a chain reaction of irreparable damages.

Content with the fallout, Lieutenant closes his book to head to bed.