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Another day, another client. The client wanted the victim partially alive after they captured them, which was a bit of a surprise for Smelter because their clients just want the usual.
Turned into a trophy or a weapon is his usual form of how their clients wanted Smelter to turn them into. This client just wanted the mech alive. Well, shanix is shanix. They nodded and set off in their ship, tracking down the bot with a goal in mind. Get them alone and get them back alive.. enough, back to the mech who’s paying them to.
After a while of flying and having to.. take care of some bots in the way, they made it. They looked at the place where the client sent them to. Huh, a club. They usually are banned from these things.. (for personal reasons). They walked into the booming atmosphere. Just mechs with femmes.. femmes with mechs. Dancing, canoodling. Doing whatever bots do in a dance club.
They turned their helm to exactly who they were looking for, they walked over and sat down on the stool at the bar next to the bot. They ordered a drink, something to look normal in this bustling environment. Though a tall bot like them isn't quite the normal type to be in this place, the bartender seemed a bit nervous around them.
The victim looked up at them after what seemed a few minutes of Smelter being there, he was obviously drunk. He was a bit taken back at the sight of Smelter, a small wolf-whistle leaving him. “Hey, big guy.”
The Smelter looked down at him with a greeting nod and shifted their facemask back enough to take a drink of their highgrade.
The mech had an amused look on his face, his mouth curling into a soft grin. Oh, yeah. He’s totally gonna frag this mech. “What’s a mech like you doing here?.. Looking all big and tough, want somebot to knock you down a few?” He chuckled, a hiccup leaving him. His tone is flirtatious. The Smelter let out a low hum as he studied the bot. Soon after a few minutes of one-sided awkwardness, the bot spoke up.
“.. Wanna get outta here? I got a room in a hotel not too far.” The Smelter was surprised by this, it takes a lot to surprise them. Did this bot just invite them over to his room? Wow, he must be really stupid.. and horny. Yeesh.
The Smelter hesitated but soon shortly nodded, the other bot grinned like he scored big time with the big mech. They both left after paying their tabs and headed to the hotel. Smelter’s thoughts were racing, more from how he was gonna get this bot down and not whatever they’re gonna do together.
They arrived shortly to the room; The bot opened the door for Smelter, letting out an appreciative whistle as he saw their backside as the mech walked in. The Smelter was indifferent about this, about possibly having an interface with their client’s target. The bot closed and locked the door and walked over to Smelter, letting his optics range around the other as they stood there. The grin is ever present on his face.
“So, wanna just get to fragging, honestly I don't think I can handle doing foreplay with a mech like you.” The bot joked, watching as Smelter sits on the berth. Feeling the soft material under them. “Guess we’re just getting to the point, I ain’t complaining.” He figured the big mech wanted him to spike them. ”Better open those legs up, Tough Guy.”
Smelter stayed still for a moment and leaned back on their elbows, letting their legs spread for the other with their interface panels open. “Careful.” They muttered out, they may or may not have a mod that lets their valve have.. teeth.
“Wow, you’re handsome. Can't wait to see how tight you are.” The bot grabbed Smelter’s lower legs and dragged them to the edge of the berth. His spike panel opened, already at half-mast. “Bet ya can't wait to get spiked, huh?” He hiccuped. “Already so wet for me..” He muttered out. Smelter was not that soaked, they felt like the other was being a bit cocky about it. They could feel the bot grinding his spike against his valve, the tip brushing against their node with every upper thrust.
“Alright.. Hope you know I’m not gonna slow down once I’m in, big guy.” The bot smacked a thick thigh of Smelter’s and rammed his length in, only letting them adjust for a few moments before setting a rough pace. His servos gripping their hips with a tight squeeze, leaning forward as he wanted to hear Smelter. “Primus, your valve feels amazing.. the little bumps feel great on my spike.”
They were only letting out a few pants and quiet groans, they can tell this bot was inexperienced with the way he was pounding into them. His member barely missed a good node cluster in them before pulling out and barely hitting another.
They didn't care, interface was inferior to them. Only doing it for the victim before killing them. Their optics slightly narrowed in subtle displeasure as the bot started lapping at their neck, blunt teeth coming to nibble on a cable before moving to another.
“Are you enjoying this? I bet you are.. I can feel how your valve clenches around me. Hah..” The bot pulled away from their neck to focus on fragging them. Smelter just tuned him out, he was quite the loud spiker. They laid back, watching as the ceiling bobbed with every thrust.
After a while and a few changes in positions, Smelter found themself on top of the bot. Having to lift themself up and down on that spike. They hate having to do all the work with interfacing. The bot was currently going through a forced reboot from the last overload, Smelter was just riding him for no reason at the point.
When were they EVER gonna be done with this. Their client was probably waiting for them to return with the bot, they told them that they were only going to take a vorn to take him down. Ugh, the bot just overloaded in them again. They stopped to roll their hips, bored of riding the bot.
The bot came back with a loud groan. “Frraag.. You know how to ride a mech. Holy Primus.” Smelter didn't pay him no mind. They stilled and started to lift their hips to get off him, they felt like they were crushing the bot anyways.
“W-wait-” Smelter stopped. “Can.. can you stay like that.. Your valve is just too good to leave.” They let out an inaudible groan and stayed there, spike-warming the other by request. They were tired and wanted to recharge.
“Ok.. Slag, that's good.”
Smelter wanted to choke the guy out and have their valve’s teeth chew his spike off but they leaned forward and laid on top of the bot to sedate his violent thoughts… Aaand the bot’s in recharge and with an iron grip on their hips to keep them in place. Great. Thank the Primes.
Eventually, they got the bot to get out of them and they cleaned themselves up. Standing in the room’s bathroom with a rag and polish to get rid of the paint transfers. Not bothering with the other’s appearance as he was still in recharge after what seemed like forever. They barely got sleep themself as they would get woken up to more fragging because they guess the bot couldn't handle spiking them while they were unconscious.
They thought of just offlining the bot and turning him into a stupid pocket knife. They let out a low growl before shaking their helm. No, the client wanted him alive. Bad Smelter.
They made it back into the main room, being kind enough to close the bot’s spike panel but not enough to clean him off. They grabbed their things and threw the bot over a broad shoulder and headed out of the room.
Leaving a note on the door: “No longer occupied.”