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Hot Rod could feel by the thrusts of his last customer for the night that the mech was almost done. Finally, after this last one he will call it quits for the night. He would really like to keep working but Hot Rod could already feel the exhaustion of the day catching up. Thinking about it he should remind said bot before he finishes.
“Hey you mind not overloading inside me.” Hot Rod didn't even get a grunt in response. Then a minute later he felt his clients hips still and a familiar warmth inside.
“Prick! I told you not to fragging do that.” Hot Rod spat out in irritation.
“Aw, whats the big deal sweetspark.” The gritty bot chided in a sickeningly sweet tone as he vented to cool down.
“It's a gonna be a glitch to clean out later thats what.” Letting the too comfortable labor bot know how annoyed he was.
“You got my creds so be happy that I didn't paint you with my fluids instead.” The bot finally pulled out helped Hot Rod off of the dirty alley wall.
“When you gonna be around again sweetspark?” Rodimus now facing him could smell the cheap high grade on his vents, his typical kind of customer. It was safer interfacing with overcharged bots as long as Hot Rod had his wits about him.
“You'll be lucky if you see me at all within a week you fragger.” He really hated it when bots spoke to him like they were a lovestruck couple. Nothing about this was anymore than a nasty frag, he wished some bots would quit pretending it was anything more than that.
“A week from now then, I'll be counting the days.” The bot said whimsically as he laid a sloppy kiss to his helm.
“I'm sure you will.” The sarcasm was thick in Hot Rod's voice as he rubbed his helm in disgust and watched the bot return to the bar through the alley door.
Hot Rod looked down to inspect himself after being left alone in the dirty cramped ally behind one of Kalis's seediest bars. He looked worse than normal, even more chipped paint than this morning and a disturbing rainbow of paint transfers all over but especially between his thighs. He grimaced at the thought that he would have to go to the wash racks sometime tomorrow, not because he wouldn't want to be clean for once but because of the money he would have to spend to do so. He felt just then the uncomfortable oozing of transfluid from his valve. He better stop by a waste station to rinse out as much as he can before heading back.
Leaving the tight alley he walked to the end of the street where he knew a waste station was. First he looked around to make sure no one was hanging around. No one who has lived a day in the slums ever went to the waste stations alone, and if they did they knew to be fast. Determining all was clear for now Hot Rod went in to very quickly clean his valve. Swearing to him self over the bot that made the mess in the first place.
After he was done he left and transformed to get on the central highway through the city, from the peasant slums to the beggars slums.
Nothing more than a few decrepit buildings with tents made of scrap strung up against the walls somehow still standing, Rodimus entered the one with at least part of the roof still intact, prime realestate here. He walked by a few tents on the ground level seeing several bots in various levels of disrepair, most having lost at least one limb some time ago, they were busy counting what little funds they got from begging on the streets of Kalis's for the day and talking amongst them selves. Some sparklings ran around kicking an old piece of scrap, some of them orphans but most of them children of the beggars and a few thieves that hide out here. Pretty amazing that the slums are for the most part the same no matter which city your in. Reaching the third level Hot Rod was greeted by his tent neighbors two sparklings.
“Hi Hot Rod your late.” the bigger one with a big smile proclaimed.
“Oh really what am I late for? Huh?” He smiled down at the two of them. Not that he didn't like sparklings at the best of times but Primus he just wanted to recharge before tomorrow.
“I don't know, Carrier said you were late.”
“Oh really what am I late for Spokes?” he said as he looked up at their carrier sitting in front of his tent. The bot was built of sturdy stock, probably a laborer before he lost an arm, he always had a calm and caring demeanor about him, Hot Rod found him oddly comforting.
“You know what I mean Hot Rod.” He just tiredly smiled at him.
As the kids ran past him Hot Rod moved towards his own scrap of tent. As he got close he saw Spokes noting his new paint transfers.
“Didn't make enough at your odd jobs during the day I see.” He motioned for Hot Rod to sit down next to him. Although Hot Rod really wanted to rest, it didn't hurt to indulge in a little bit of small talk with his neighbor.
“Nah not as much as I would have liked.” he calmly answered as he sat down.
“You shouldn't be out so late if you can help it.” Spokes said with concern on his voice.
“I know that.” Hot Rod knew it was risky going off to places at night, but where there is high risk there is high reward. Besides he knew to watch his back.
“Then why do you go out almost every night? You are a very pretty mech and I am sure you could find a safe brothel to work in if you really want to make money that way.” Hot Rod knew underneath all the grime and minor disrepair that most considered him very attractive, he got used to all the looks a long time ago. It was one of his best weapons surviving on the streets as it made it easy for him to part some slightly more fortunate mechs from their creds. It also made him a target though, from opportunistic rapists to equally opportunistic slavers.
“No thanks, you enter a brothel and they own your aft. I can't leave Kalis if I contract with a whore house.”
“Why do you even want to leave Kalis, you haven't even been in the city that long compared to the others here? And from what you said the city you came from wasn't much better either so what makes you think it's even better some where else.” Hot Rod guessed that Spokes had lived in Kalis all his functioning, most bots never left the city they were born in, and why would they. Between the constant wars that raged between the different city states and the dangers from bandits and scavengers along the roads no one ever left the cities unless they had good reason.
“I don't know if it's better or not, but I'm really close now, I know I can make it to Iacon.”
“Hmm, You did mention that before. Do you have family waiting for you there?”
“Something like that.” All this time his only goal was ever to reach Iacon, he wasn't sure what he would find when he got there.
“Well in either case, don't you want to be alive for them to see you again?” Spokes had too big of a spark for a beggar Hot Rod thought to himself. He wasn't sure how Spokes managed it.
“I know what I am doing Spokes, I know how to look out for myself by now.” He tried to give Spokes his most reassuring smile, he really didn't want to make the kind beggar worry.
“You can't be too careful is all, just trying to look out for you.”
“Spokes you have two sparklings already, I think you have enough to look after.” Hot Rod chuckled.
“I'd like to think you would do the same for any of us.”
“Too much pressure, I have a hard enough time looking after myself.” Hot Rod joked and then he could feel the pull of recharge again ”I'm gonna turn in Spokes.”
“Recharge well Hod Rod.” sighed Spokes as he got up to collect his sparklings.
Hot Rod laid back on the sorry mat he called his bed. He counted his creds again in his processor, he just about managed to meet his personal quota for the day, that put a small smile on his plates. If he keeps up at this pace in a few decavorns he will have enough to buy his passage to Iacon. Things were going well. And with that last thought he slipped into recharge.
Hot Rod looked around and he saw his home, he didn't know what else he expected. He stood in the courtyard garden looking around at the crystals and flora within it. Why did it feel like he had forgotten what they looked like. From the other side of the court yard he heard his Carrier call out to him.
“Come here and sit with me Hot Rod.” She said motioning the spot beside her on the bench. Hot Rod ran to her, it felt like forever since he last saw her even though he just saw her this morning. She beamed at him as he ran to her she stopped him to wipe a bit of dirt off of his face.
“I swear Hot Rod you don't ever stay clean do you.” She sighed but still smiled as an older turquoise mech chuckled behind her.
“So my sweetspark how was your day?”
And then Hot Rod woke up. Above him he was greeted with the sight of the torn tarp that was his tent. Damn memory purge he thought. He checked his chronometer, it was early enough he could stop by some wash wracks before showing up to his first station.
He managed to scrub off most of the paint transfers he collected the night before during his trip to the washracks, and after grabbing his rations he went to his first stop of the day. Near the cities temple to the thirteen in the center of Kalis was a news station, various screens reporting significant events in and around Kalis. Bots that could not afford a personal stylus usually stopped by before heading to work. Most of it was state propaganda but it was better than nothing.
Hot Rod read and noted the most important updates. Kalis had managed to qualm some skirmishes near their boarder with Tyger Pax, pretty typical since being neighbors they were each others biggest rivals over energon farms. Some city senators sparkday, something about higher trade tariffs on certain imports and some construction updates; nothing more than a typical day in Kalis it seems. Looking at foreign news there was nothing too new it seemed there either, Praxus was still in heated conflict with Stanix due to the later kidnapping the heirs of one of Stanix's noble house. It relieved Hot Rod to know he got out of there when he did, since this particular war has been going on for a number of vorns now.
Still nothing from Kaon. The extended silence from the terror of the south from what Hot Rod had noticed made the older bots uneasy. For as long as Hot Rod cared to pay attention Kaon had been quite. Hot Rod remembered his studies from his sparkling days about the various city-states of Cybertron, Kaon was unique but not in a good way. Most city-states had control over a particular trade or production that made them powerful; Tarn was known for it's rich mines, Harmonex for it's masters of music and poetry, Kalis for it religious important location and for the speakers to Primus but Kaon's only trade was in warfare. Every citizen of Kaon was a trained soldier and warrior and their politicians were the leaders of it's armies, Koanites engaged in full time warfare and relied on slave labor for every other fascist of life. Slaves refined the energon, produced their weapons, planed and constructed their buildings and ran their administration. The only thing Kaon sought was to conquer and to acquire more slaves. At least that was what Hot Rod learned in his text books, but he had never witnessed any of it. From what he had heard from rumors long past was that their Chief Warlord was unwell, and that was the last anyone heard from Kaon since, they still fiercely guarded their territory as no one has yet to return from any skirmishes near their boarder but all trade and communication ceased and no diplomats have been aloud in or out. They undoubtedly have a new Warlord in charge by now but no one even knew who that was, from what little he knew Warlords typically sired many heirs and the favorite by the Warlord and the soldiers under his command would inherit the position from his sire should he (rarely) retire or perish. From what he had learned the previous chief was Warlord Clench and his heir apparent was Warlord Deathsaurus with a likely challenger in his other heir Warlord Sixshot.
Hot Rod noticed many older mechs speaking in hushed tones when talking about Kaon. There were rumors to be sure many just flat out crazy and they only got crazier as Kaon's long silence grew. Maybe the long feared slave revolt final overturned their long held masters, or maybe both heirs died in fierce combat for the throne making it a free for all civil war. None of it really made sense to Hot Rod himself. He just remembered the riveting tales of battle from Kaon of old and saw that the longer Kaon stayed quite the more fearful his elders became and the more fearless his contemporaries grew. Hopefully it's nothing and soon he won't have to worry about it when he gets to Iacon.
Moving to his regular meeting spot he already noticed a recurring commissioner waiting for him.
“Hey Smokescreen, you're here early?” he smiled at the multicolor praxian built bot in greeting. Hot Rod noticed the bot stare a little too long were he had scrubbed away most of his new paint transfers earlier this morning. While cleaning off the paint its self made the scuffs and scratches less noticeable a careful inspection would reveal a little too much chipped paint in all the wrong places.
“Your finish looks worse then yesterday, run into any trouble?” Hot Rod was used to the judging stares he received from the marks of his trade, he long stopped caring what others might think of him, frag them for all he cared. Though no one liked the look of desperate shareware, so he did make sure to at least clean up enough to not make it obvious.
“Nah it's just from my side hustle.” Hot Rod brushed it off.
“Good, just wanted to know if there was anyone I should be on the look out for you know.” He flatly stated. Hot Rod knew Smokescreen wasn't asking cause he cared about him, he just wanted to know who to avoid if it turned out there were any rivals or even random attackers to look out for.
Smokescreen was not who anyone would say was a respectable bot. Hot Rod didn't know his story of how a Praxian molded bot ended up here in Kalis but it wasn't like he was about to ask him. Hot Rod met him the same day he (illegally) entered the city. Smokescreen was a third party go-between, between desperate bots not minding to get their hands a little dirty and the seedier underbelly of Kalis.
Despite what the upper echelon of Kalis would like people to believe Kalis has a titian sized gambling problem. Mind you every city Hot Rod has ever been to has one, but Kalis is on a whole other scale. Pretty amusing when you consider the fact that Kalis is a theocracy in everything but name and yet half of the ruling class has a hand in the gambling ring here. Although besides the gambling the crime rings are also the only way in and out of the city besides the much harder way of getting in and out legally, thats how all the crime rings in all the cities set up their own underground network how even a cities mortal enemies goods somehow wind up on their market. Cost a lot of creds though to guarantee a safe trip and a few extra skills besides just looking pretty to make sure they don't just sell your aft into slavery after you get there. Good thing Hot Rod was both good looking and fast.
“I got a big job today for you if you are up to it?”
“Always Smokescreen.”
“Ok so I got a guy that needs a package transferred real fast later this evening, same thing as always once you get it don't stop for anything or anyone til you get to the set destination.”
“What's the cut?”
“Enough so that you don't need to worry about cleaning paint transfers for a few megacycles.” Hot Rod was ecstatic, a big job was risky as all pit but but the potential creds were all worth it. Didn't hurt that they were also fun as slag, well actually it might hurt, real bad if his last big score was anything to go by, but the risk just added to the excitement. Smokescreen noticed his quiet enthusiasm, Hot Rod didn't need Smokescreen telling him he had a terrible Praxus Fold'em face.
“That a yes then?”
“Pit yeah!”
“Good I'll meet you at the regular spot later this afternoon to give you the details.”
Hot Rod meet with Smokescreen behind the “abandoned” warehouse in the industrial side of the city when it got closer to evening. He was already feeling pretty pumped.
“Good timing Hot Rod.” said Smokescreen siting on the platform in front.
“Yeah, so who are we meeting with.”
“You'll see in a minute.” Smokescreen lead Hot Rod into the warehouse. What greeted him was what looked like one slightly taller well off but not too well off bot in Kalis society and what looked to be too stocky gaurds. The taller bot looked him up in down in a not too pleased way.
“This the bot you were talking about Smokescreen?”
“Yep this is Hot Rod, non native forged and no papers, he could disappear and none would be the wiser.”
“No police record either?”
“If he did he'd have been exported by now. No possible ulterior motive and no undercover cop and speedy as pit.”
“I see. Son do you have any idea what you'll be transporting?”
“None what so ever.” Hot Rod said with great enthusiasm. He would rather not know anyway.
“I like that attitude.” The boss bot said with a smile seemingly content with his answer and handed over a stylus with address' and a map to Hot Rod.
“You are to head over and wait at this address in altmode until one of my associates hands you a package through your side window around twenty hundred groons. We have just sent your description to our associates so they know to look for you. When you get that package you floor it to that drop off point and no matter what don't stop before then. You will likely be chased by other unknown grounders and by police, don't worry about them my associates will be taking care it as they tail you.” Hot Rod noted the address's listed on the stylus as the bot informed him of the operation. Basically it was almost the same as his last big job, he handed back the stylus.
“Got it!” He declared and transformed to drive to the randevu point.
The waiting was the worst part, it had been half a groon since he got here and he had to stop himself from shaking with anticipation. He was waiting as his chronometer just hit twenty hundred, then nothing, then it was twenty hundred and one then two then three. Hot Rod had to remind himself that the time was only an estimate anyway, but it did still make him frustrated.
Then he heard what sounded like a phaser rifle and a bot bursting though the doors of a nearby building he heard the pedesteps grow louder. Suddenly his door was pulled open and something was thrown inside and his door was slammed shut.
“DRIVE, DRIVE!” he heard and that was all he needed to hear to go from zero to sixty in an astrosecond.
He heard crashing and the squel of tires behind him, but that didn't matter it was just him and the road. He dodged and weaved between bots like he was on ice and not road. Not bad if he must say for a bot in much need of a tune up. He heard the crashes and then sirens behind him of mechs giving chase a few plasma rifles here and there.
With the sound of more bots giving chase he turned onto the main highway through the city, always a risky move as it's almost impossible to loose chasers on the metal platform. But he didn't need to lose them yet he just needed to make distance between him and them and when it came to making distance speed is key. He continued to dodge and weave between the traffic, having to slow down ever so slightly to partially transform to jump over bots in the way. He felt a phase rifle shot graze him, he couldn't stop to focus on that now. He continued like this for a few cycles till he reached his planed turn off. Which was more of a leap off of the platform.
He transformed and his pedes jumped off of a billboard sign just below the platform as he let gravity and momentum pull him forward as he landed one pede after another from a roof to an escape ladder to a dumpster down below. His pedes finally touching solid ground he transformed back again and speed off through the alley. He knew he must have bought a lot of distance with that move.
The area he was in was full of little alleys and dead ends, perfect spot to loose some unwanted company. He swerved in and out of alleys and road until he saw a small flash jump just a head of him as he turned. He slammed his breaks and transformed to jump over it.
Tumbling over he stopped and looked behind him. It was a sparkling frozen in fear and crouched over to the ground and behind it one of his pursuers barreling down the same alley. He knew he should keep driving but he didn't, he turned around and pulled the sparkling out of the way of the speeding bots path before transforming and driving forward the bot behind him now hot on his heels. Damn it he mentally screamed, so much for making distance.
The bot managed to bump his back bumper hard before turning a corner, throwing off his turn. He swerved too much but managed to correct himself just as the bot moved to throw him off again. Just then another bot slammed into his pursuer from the side slowing him down.
“Keep going Hot Rod!” he heard the bot yell.
The bot called him by his name, did he know him, most bots he worked with didn't bother to learn it. He'd have to think on it later right now he had a job to finish. He ducked behind another alley, and another and another till he couldn't hear the rev of engines behind him anymore. He didn't let up though not after his little mishap, he kept going at top speed until he finally reached the drop off point. He threw himself through the garage doors to the storage lot. Transforming mid air and landed on the ground, venting hard as he was finally allowed to cool down.
“Good job boy.” said the taller bot he met earlier in the warehouse his two guards beside him. “The package?”
Hot Rod reached into his partially transformed chase to pull the package out and handed it too the bot. He heard the screeching of tires and transformations behind him, as judging by the bots lack of reaction most likely they were Hot Rods escorts from the job. The boss bot quickly inspected the package before handing it off to one of the guards behind him.
“Jackpot pay the lad.” he said as he turned to leave as the second guard started the transfer of creds to Hot Rods credit chip. The numbers added up on his hud as Hot Rod's rush transferred over to elation at a big pay day.
“Hey great job back there mech.” One bot said while passing.
“Yeah you were really hard to keep up with.” Said another as he went to join his boss.
“Nearly gave me a spark attack with that leap off of the highway.” Said another.
“Thanks for making our job easier kid.” He heard the bots all praise him as they walked past.
“That was a real close one back there Hot Rod.” at hearing his name he turned to look at the bot. He was greeted with a mostly blue bot with purple accents and pretty cool looking red visor and a charming half grin, Hot Rod didn't know him.
“Oh you must be the bot that crashed into the aft riding my bumper.” Hot Rod said with swaggered confidence.
“Absolutely, just plain disgusting to see a mech grind up on a bot that wasn't asking for it.” The bot responded with a smile.
“Weird, most bots I work with don't bother to learn my name.”
“I like to know who I'm working with, especially if said bot is easy on the optics.” He eyed Hot Rod up and down letting him know he liked what he saw.
“Hey if you want it you have to pay for it.” Hot Rod said letting this bot know he wouldn't be getting a reward that easily.
“Do I get a discount for helping you out at least?”
“Funny, I don't do discounts buster.”
“It's Dealer actually.”
“Slag, you're really good at this.” Dealer said while venting heavily as Hot Rod continued to suck Dealers spike down his intake. However Hot Rod had to pause to roll his optics and reply.
“What, you think somehow I wouldn't be?” and then he proceeded taking Dealers spike back into his mouth.
Dealer had insisted on renting a room at a frag hotel instead of just getting down to business in an alley like Hot Rod suggested and preferred. Alleys were easy to get out of if slag went bad and it was harder to ambush than a room. To compromise Dealer let Hot Rot select the hotel, Hot Rod wasn't normally this accommodating to his clients, but he had to admit he kind of liked this one. And it seemed like Dealer wanted to spend a lot more time with him than a quick frag in an alley would allow. Hot Rod made sure before hand that he had the creds and besides that he really didn't have a reason to say no. He owed himself a bit of fun every now and then.
“No I just didn't expect for you to be so enthusiastic about it.” Dealer vented between moans.
“Well maybe I happen to like this spike in particular.” Hot Rod said between bobs.
“You say that to all your customers?” He sucked in as Hot Rods tounge teased the sensitive underside of his spike.
“No, just the one's I find hot.” Hot Rod said with a sultry look.
“Ehn! Stop, stop!” Dealer shouted as he lightly pushed Hot Rod's head off of him.
“What?” Hot Rod disappointedly retreated from Dealer's hip joints a little annoyed.
“Sorry, didn't want to go off so soon?”
“Why not you're paying for the whole night cycle?” Hot Rod asked before he was pushed onto his back on the plush berth while Dealer lifted and parted his thighs.
“I just wanna make sure you're ready for the best overload of your life while I'm pounding into you.” Dealer proclaimed with a devilish grin that tugged at Hot Rod's spark.
“Hmm, we'll see about that.” Hot Rod gave a challenging smirk in reply. Then Dealer bent down to kiss Hot Rod's inner thigh never loosing that grin as his mouth trailed down to Hot Rod's valve. Hot Rod squirmed at the touch not used to the light stimulation and teasing. Breathing in a sharp invent and squeak as Dealer laid the barest of kisses onto his swollen node. Dealer's grin grew larger as he watched Hot Rod's reaction. Hot Rod knew the fragger was teasing him and worse getting off on it.
“You sure you wanna waste cred's getting this shareware off?” Hot Rod couldn't let the smug slagger get off like that with out a challenging him.
“You said it your self we have the whole night cycle, Hot Rod.” And with a wink Dealer started to kiss and nibble at Hot Rod's very wet folds before delving his tounge into the depths of Hot Rods valve. Hot Rod arched and moaned at the sudden but oh so pleasant intrusion to his valve. It had been so long since anyone had eaten him out like this, he just couldn't resist letting Dealer have his way with him. Sensors long dormant lit from the stimulation of a rhythmic appendage rubbing them in just the right way. Hot Rod felt so relaxed and stimulated all at once, he just wanted to stay there as long as he could lost in his turbulent pleasure though he knew it couldn't be as he already felt the pressure building. He could hear Dealer hum, like he was drinking the best tasting energon and the vibrations from his voice sent chills down his strut. Hot Rod dared to look down and saw Dealer happily watching him as he moaned and sang like whore bot he was. Fine he thought Dealer has won out this time.
After drinking up Hot Rod's sweet fluids and giving the well used valve much needed attention Dealer switched up his attention to the glowing node just above. He licked it in a circular motion and closed his lips upon it. Making Hot Rod scream from the sudden shift of stimulation. The fragger really knew his way around a valve Hot Rod thought as the pressure in his tanks grew even faster, either that or it had just been that long since he paid himself proper attention. Either way with each lick and suck he felt his overload build higher and higher til the pressure became too much.
Hot Rod overloaded with a shout, one servo gripping the berth and one covering his optics. He didn't want to see that smug face as he got off. His valve gushed and convulsed around nothing as his electrical systems tingled across his body, it was definitely one of the best overloads he had had in a long while. As his overload ebbed away he dared to move his servo and look at his 'very pleased with himself ' customer. Dealer was indeed grinning above him.
“Thought you were saving that for pounding me into the berth?”
“That was just a warm up.” He said as he arranged Hot Rod's legs and positioned his hips so that his spike just rested at the valves entrance. “You ready for another round hot stuff?”
“You know it!” The breath was stolen from Hot Rod's vents as Dealer seated himself in a single smooth motion. Hot Rod had taken much bigger and thicker spikes in his time but with his valve properly stimulated before hand and still singing with lingering charge it felt like the best primus damned spike he had taken in forever. Dealer pulled out and thrusted back in such a smooth motion it had Hot Rod bitting his tounge trying to hold in his moans. It had been so long since a frag felt this good, but damn if he didn't want this smug aft to know it just yet.
Dealer set up a smooth, deep and steady pace. He made sure to stimulate every sensor with every plunge moaning with each slide. Hod Rod could already feel another charge building, he couldn't give in just yet with out a fight. Matching Dealers thrusts he cycled his valve down tightening with every plunge as he pushed with his legs to meet his thrusts. Dealer seethed an invent and faltered in his rhythm for an astrosecond shooting Hot Rod a challenging grin as he sped up his pounding in response. Hot Rods sensors lit with increased charge as he felt his next overload coming faster, he knew though from the more hazard thrusts of Dealer that the bot was also trying to stave off his overload. So it was a race then and Hot Rod was keen on winning this time. He continued to rhythmically cycle down on Dealer trying to coax the bot to overload before him as the bot became rougher and thrusted harder.
Hot Rod could feel his overload starting to reach it's climax, he tried to hold it off just one astrosecond more. Finally he felt the other bot thrust and still with in him with a shout, then Hot Rod overloaded and allowed it to overcome him as he felt the warmth from the other fill him in the most pleasant way. They vented hard as they stilled, their frames fighting to dissipate the heat from the intense frag. Hot Rod was content to just lie there and feel the afterglow relax over him, it had been too long since he felt this kind of momentary peace.
“I'm gonna need a quick moment.” Dealer said breaking the silence.
“I understand, I'm a bit much to handle on the first go.” Hot Rod vented heavily as he just laid there beneath him.
“Oh don't you worry I am far from done with you yet.” He smugly smiled at him as he struggled to vent evenly. “I have you for the whole night cycle after all.
They had interfaced for a few groons into the night, licking, kissing and moaning. They fragged in few more positions finding just the right ones to maximize each others pleasure in just the right way. They kept pushing and challenging each other trying to make the other one overload first, for Hot Rod it was a fun night and it seemed Dealer agreed. With each overload though the two would slow down til they were just lying on the berth lightly petting each other and trying to fight off recharge.
“So what's a pretty bot like you doing living off the street?” Dealer quietly asked venting hard as his servo traced the seams in Hot Rod's hips.
“Oh you know just trying to get by.” Hot Rod lazily replied.
“Frag that, you got skills that could land you as some noble bots mistress easily. Yet you choose to live in the slums and take risky underworld jobs.” Dealer teased, still teasing Hot Rods more sensitive joints.
“Maybe I don't want to be some afthole nobles mistress, did you think of that?” Hot Rod replied with a purr.
“Would be a lot easier for you. Make you a lot of credits.”
“Credits can't buy everything.” Hot Rod exvented.
“Then why are you so determined to save up. I heard about you from Smokescreen, you must have a decent bit of creds by now, enough to rent a comfy room every night at least.” Hot Rod thought for a second, he normally didn't like to share that much about his personal life with his customers, but he was in a good mood after a few well earned overloads and he was quickly growing affectionate towards Dealer.
“I'm trying to earn enough to get me to Iacon.” Hot Rod relented.
“Iacon? Why Iacon?” Dealer responded with the same puzzled response he was used to.
“Don't know.” He responded honestly.
“You don't know? A city you are willing to trade up a safe place to recharge for and you don't know, why?”
“That's just been the plan, since forever. Since Crystal City.” Hot Rod felt some unwanted nostalgia at saying that name again.
“Crystal City! That place was leveled to the ground at least two hundred vorns ago.” Dealer replied with shock. Not surprising since most bots assumed Hot Rod was from Nylon, which was actually where his sire was sparked.
“That's where I'm from, I was a sparkling still when Uraya and Vos raided it. I wasn't in the city when it happened so me and a few others were able to escape to neighboring territory. I just remember we agreed to head towards Iacon and I have been trying to get there ever since.” Hot Rod gave just the briefest of details, he didn't want to reminisce on bad memories.
“Do you have any idea what you'll even do what you get there?”
“I don't know what's waiting for me there but it's all I ever had to look forward to.”
“Not gonna lie that sounds really stupid.” Hot Rod appreciated the honesty at least.
“Maybe, but I'm sure it's not the stupidest thing you heard. What about you, what's your story?” Hot Rod wanted to at least ask as he noticed Dealer starting to drift off, his servo stilling on Hot Rods plating.
“Not much to tell. I've always had a talent for running games for gambler rings and I eventually worked my way to the the gambling capital here in Kalis. Helps that I also am handy in a fight so I'd say I have a pretty decent skill set to make my way here. Don't have any other grand ambitions I'm afraid, just looking to enjoy myself with what I have.”
“Hmm, nothing wrong with that and I do like having fun myself. When I can anyway.” Hot Rod could feel recharge pulling at him and he was loosing the fight to remain conscious.
“Hmm.” Dealer's optics had off lined and it appeared he was also slipping into recharge.
Feeling the most comfortable he had in a long while Hot Rod allowed himself to fall into a deep recharge cycle.
The fallowing morning Hot Rod and Dealer took advantage of the onsite wash wracks and helped each other clean off from their activities the night before. Something Dealer seemed to greatly enjoy, paying close attention to every bit of Hot Rod's plating. Some times the attention he got was nice Hot Rod thought, from the right bot that is. After leaving the hotel, Hot Rod made sure to tell Dealer where to find him incase he would like a repeat performance, which Hot Rod hoped he would. A few flirty remarks and they parted ways.
It then occurred to Hot Rod that he left the day before and never told Spokes he wouldn't be back last night. He decided to stop by Spokes' spot in town, since he didn't have to go straight to work today if he didn't want to, remembering the hefty amount of creds he earned the previous evening. When he greeted Spokes the begger bot looked relieved to see him, his sparklings ran to greet him too before running off again into the crowds of the market. Spokes chided him about not returning during the night and Hot Rod reassured him that he found a safe place to sleep and apologized that he made him worry. He sat with Spokes and some of the other beggers for few groons chatting and listening to some new rumors from the market. At some point later on the street sparklings pulled him into a game of cube, fighting over whose team he would be on. It was fun getting jumped on by a ton of sparklings, eventually the game turning into how many sparklings can Hot Rod carry. Hot Rod always liked to use the time he spent with the sparklings to teach them a few moves and tips on how to evade any bots that might grab them, which they ultimately used on him and each other but he was glad they retained the lessons at least.
At the end of the day and the market started to close the beggers started to pack up and called their sparklings back to help. Hot Rod helped Spokes to pack up his things and his two rowdy sparklings and left with them back to the slums. The whole time Hot Rod kept a small smile on his face It was truly a great day and Hot Rod just wanted to make it last as long as he could. But the next day had to come. And when it did Hot Rod had to go out again to dirty alley's behind cheap bars.
Life went back to normal for a few weeks, spending the day on a few small delivery jobs and in the evenings picking up the slack with a few frags to meet his personal qouta. Hot Rod was looking forward to seeing Dealer again, but he didn't show up to any of his spots, Hot Rod hoped he would get to see the bot again soon.
One morning as Hot Rod drank his ration and walked towards the news center he saw him in his spot. Hot Rod was pretty sure he didn't tell Dealer about this spot, he must have gotten the info from Smokescreen somehow. Regardless Hot Rod was happy to see him again.
“Hey! Little early to be looking for a good time.”
“Hey! Hot Rod. Yeah I was just wondering if you would like to make a few creds tonight?”
“Business or pleasure?”
“Hopefully both. I got a job that needs a little speed, nothing too big but decent pay regardless. And maybe later we can have a bit of our own fun if you catch my drift.”
“How can I say no to that. Where and what time?”
“Usual meeting spot with Smokescreen nineteen hundred groons?”
“Sounds great hot stuff, I'll meet you there.” Hot Rod said with a teasing sultry look as Dealer bid his goodbye. Hot Rod stood against his post looking forward to tonight, sweet creds and a good frag.
Hot Rod showed up a little early, eager to get the party going. He was greeted by Dealer outside of the warehouse, it struck him a little weird that Smokescreen wasn't present for the proceedings. However he was happy to see the blue and purple bot again after that night a few weeks ago.
“So whats the job Dealer?”
“You'll see when you step inside.”
Hot Rod stepped into the warehouse and it was empty, it immediately struck him as wrong. He just vaguely made out some movement in the shadows and before he could act he was struck with a sharp pain in the side and error warnings flooded his hud with reports of power surges throughout his system and then nothing as he was knocked offline.