Of Mechs and Men
Ships: Breakdown/Motormaster
Content rating: Explicit
Warnings: Internalised homophobia
Summary: Motormaster knows what a man’s role is, then Breakdown turns his world upside down by being on top.
A fic about Motormaster adsorbing toxic human ideas of manhood and masculinity then Breakdown fucking it out of him.
Notes:
Note that there is a joke about the stereotype of ‘limp wrists’ in this by a character who is a gay man in very blatant denial. Sort of because the gender stuff is complicated.
I kept thinking about those old Transformers slash fics that had some weird ideas of human gender and gender roles floating around and one thing led to another. Fun fact this fics file name is ‘Breakdom and Motorbottom’ but I decided not to inflict that on you.
Perhaps it happened because Breakdown have been more jittery than normal and full of anxious energy. That wasn’t Motormaster’s problem and it wasn’t getting in the way of him fucking Breakdown.
Motormaster walked into Breakdown’s room and Breakdown sat on his bed waiting. Breakdown’s fists were clenched at his sides and looking at the floor. Breakdown not being interested wasn’t Motormaster’s problem either, even he’d leave if he didn’t want him. But when Motormaster got close it wasn’t fear he felt.
It was lust.
Motormaster growled his engine possessively and pushed Breakdown down onto the bed, but his foot got stuck in one of the stupid blankets all his Stunticons were obsessed with. He tried to untangle himself and they both tumbled off onto the floor.
Motormaster ended up on his back with Breakdown on top of him. Breakdown looked into his eyes terrified for a moment then his gaze turned hungry. This was wrong, he was a leader and his place wasn’t underneath his subordinates!
Onslaught surely didn’t let his soldiers dominate him. Scrapper let Hook dominate him which was pathetic. Being led around on a little leash like a fucking animal. It was degrading. Motormaster had wanted to bleach his brain after seeing that shit. It was nasty!
Motormaster was brought back from his thoughts of collars around necks and strong hands by Breakdown groping at his interface panel. Breakdown stopped, seemingly as surprised by his own enthusiasm as Motormaster.
Something hot and aching coiled in Motormaster’s cables at the realisation that Breakdown’s smaller hand was holding his arm down. His panels sprung open, his cable spooled out and the irises of his port opened. It was an illusion of control because Motormaster could have easily throw Breakdown off, but he didn’t want to break the spell.
“I-I can’t take your cable it’s too floppy,” Breakdown mumbled.
Motormaster realised to his horror his thick mechly cable was more limp than Starscream’s slim delicate wrists. “T-This never happens!” He said quickly.
“I could plug in instead?” Breakdown offered.
“No! I’m not the woman,” Motormaster snapped back.
“Human women top. They have their own cables or put on pretend ones,” Breakdown said causally.
“How the fuck do you know that?” Motormaster tried to hide the fear building inside him. If women could top then how did he make sure he was the man during sex?
“I-I watch human porn. Once you get past all the squishy bits…it…um…yeah,” Breakdown mumbled his face flushing.
Motormaster imagined Breakdown stroking his cables and rubbing his ports to humans fucking. His port iris’s sent a phantomcommand to open again. “Plug in, but don’t fucking tell anyone!”
Breakdown connected his plug and Motormaster groaned as a small amount of current surged though his ports.
Then Breakdown stroked Motormaster’s chest. He searched for all Motormaster’s sensitive spots and relentlessly touched when Motormaster groaned or moved so his his clever fingers could delve deeper. Motormaster never allowed his Stunticons to touch him back but it felt so good.
Motormaster returned the favour, he knew where Breakdown’s sweet spots were even from the bottom. Breakdown’s soft noises of pleasure and delight were intoxicating.
“…Dead End, Wildrider and…Drag Strip let me top them,” Breakdown panted.
“I’m not—shit that’s good! They’re…I’m in charge! I’m the—” Motormaster groaned as more energy surged into his port. He couldn’t think straight, the facts that had defined sex, his mechhood were crumbling around him.
Breakdown kissed him softly on the lips then outright plundered his mouth. Motormaster didn’t even know kissing could be like that. The kiss broke and Breakdown murmured in his audial, “two men can fuck Motormaster.”
Something about how Breakdown said it was so dirty.Motormaster whined and squirmed as his charge built higher and higher. He gave up on words and gave into the wrong, so good pleasure.
Overload hit him like a tidal wave. Breakdown followed soon after. Motormaster felt warm and floaty. It wasn’t the sick prickle of discomfort he usually felt after an overload with one of his Stunticons as his woman under him, or emptiness of leaving to his room alone after he bedded them.
They lay together sated and comfortable. Breakdown was still lying on top of him, his cable still plugged in. He couldn’t force himself to move, he told himself he didn’t want to dislodge Breakdown.
“…Two men can fuck?” Motormaster said.
“Yeah,” Breakdown mumbled into his chest.
“…So we’re both the man?” Motormaster asked.
Breakdown made a noise that sounded suspiciously like an exasperated sigh. “You’re still the man Motormaster.”
“Good.” Motormaster curled his arm around Breakdown. “You’re my man.”
Breakdown made a happy noise and snuggled in closer, and Motormaster found himself smiling too.