Alrighty. First chapter... hope you like it. I thought it all out for the past week and decided I NEED TO WRITE THIS DOWN. Sooooo here ya go.

May be a bit cheesy at times, but I personally think it's really sweet... Mirage and Hound having a sparkling that's the newest generation in eons, and every mech is oohing and ahing over it. xP

Constructive criticism welcome... and reviews are nice too.

(Also... warning: mechsmut. in about every chapter. hehehe... )

Basis: G1

Pairings: HoundxMirage, BluexTwins, RatchetxIronhide, ProwlxJazz

"Blue! DUCK!"

Bluestreak immediately ducked and rolled, not even turning his helm to see what was about to hit him. He heard a jet whiz by overhead, and curled his legs up in a ball as the jet's engine seemed to fly literally micrometers away from his own audio receptors.

He heard a faint yell, one he was sure was Sideswipe's, then another from probably Sunstreaker. After the engine's roar faded away, he onlined his optics and looked around the desert floor, now baren with offlined Decepticons sprawled out everywhere.

The yell he'd heard just a few kliks ago turned into deep laughs. He looked up to see the twins playing their little game of jet judo on Thundercracker and Skywarp... again.

When they eventually flew the seekers into a nearby mountain, they jumped off and rolled down the mountain side.

"Y-You guys okay?" yelled Bluestreak, panting and running over to the two filthy frontliners. He helped Sideswipe up after he fell from landing on the ground, and brushed him off, dust filling up all three's optics and nasal ridges.

"Yeah, Blue. Fine," replied Sunstreaker hoarsely, chuckling.

The three started walking back to the Ark, watching Prowl and Hound walk back from the opposite end. "Looks like you two will need a fresh coat of paint..." said Bluestreak cheerfully.

Sunstreaker smacked his lover on the aft, making his yelp. "When we're done with you, we won't be the only ones."

Sideswipe smirked as Bluestreak let out a nervous chuckle. He knew the lambos always came after him when either, or especially both, just finished working out or building energy, such as from fighting 'Cons. They claimed they just needed to release that energy, but all three knew it was much more. The red twin reached a servo around and pressed into the small of Blue's back where he knew was one of the gunner's hot spots, making him moan quietly.

"Guys, stop... At least wait till we're back on the Ark."

The twins both let out chokey giggles, smiling the whole trip back.

Hound and Prowl got to the entrance just a little after Bluestreak and the twins did, so they pretty much followed them into the corridor.

"Go on and fix your servo, I'll debrief Prime," stated Prowl.

"Alright, thanks, Prowl."

Hound turned the other direction to the med bay as the tactician headed towards Optimus' office. As he turned the other corner, though, he just about ran into another mech.

"Oh! Mirage! You... almost gave me a spark failure!" exclaimed Hound to the noble.

"Sorry, Hound..." he replied softly, smiling. "Where are you going?"

"To Ratchet... got a busted servo from that recent fight."

"Oh, Primus... are you alright?" he asked, nearly shouting and taking the broken servo in his own.

"Ahh... a-hh yes, 'Raj. I'm fine... just a few seekers."

"Well, I'm coming with you."

Hound smiled at his lover. "Alright."

He walked around and grabbed Mirage's servo with his own good one, the two walking hand-in-hand to the med bay. They could tell they were close by Ratchet's yelling... What happened? they both wondered.

As they got closer, they realized it wasn't yelling in frustration, but merely shouting in pleasure. The doors were locked, and they could hear another voice inside replying to the medic's moans.

"Maybe we should come back later..."

"With a broken servo? Hound, please. We'll wait..." replied Mirage, backing up against the wall and slightly smirking at the thought of what was happening inside the med bay. Hound rested against the wall with him, broken servo practically dead as it laid limp at his side.

The moans eventually quietened, and they heard a deep breath/squeak from a vocalizer inside. Mirage stepped forward and knocked on the doors, pulling Hound towards him.

Soft chuckling came from inside, growing louder as it approached the doors, a faint "stop it" easing forth.

The doors flew open, revealing a smiling Ratchet. "Hi mechs, something wrong?" he asked, gesturing them in as he turned around and walked towards a counter.

"I just busted my servo from taking a swing... nothing much."

Ratchet walked from the counter to the berth Hound sat down on, taking the scout's servo in his own ever so lightly to examine it. "Nothing much?" he repeated. "You nearly wacked your digits right off!"

Hound looked up at Ratchet, optics wide. "Really?"

"Yes, Hound," he answered, chuckling and walking over to the counter to grab a tool. "You're lucky you came right away, or else they would've rusted off."

Hound and Mirage looked at each other, smiling. "I would've come sooner, if the doors weren't locked, Ratchet."

The medic stopped playing with the tool, looking up at Hound. He finally smiled as well, attention back on the servo. "Sorry about that... Ironhide just came to me and, um, locked the doors. Guess he had too much energy from his last recon mission. Slagger..."

"I heard that!" yelled a voice from a separate room on the other side of the med bay. All three turned to look as Ironhide stepped out and walked towards them.

"I didn't say a thing, 'Hide."

"Mhm." he said, tickling the medic's side as he walked around him, making him jump.

"Ironhide, I'm working!"

"Sorry..." he muttered into his lover's audio, slightly licking it. Hound looked over to Mirage, who was smiling back at him. Oh, how he knew that look... as soon as he was done in the med bay, he'd be dragged to the nearest empty room, doors locking behind them.

Ratchet just smiled, pulling away from Ironhide's lips. "I need to finish up on Hound's servo. Give me a minute."

"Alright..." he replied, walking slowly out the med bay doors.

After a few kliks, Ratchet announced he was done. "There. I reattached the digits solidly to the servo. Don't wash them for a few cycles, though. Don't want to have to replace it due to rusting."

"Okay, Ratchet. Thank you," Hound said as he stood up and dragged Mirage out of the med bay.

"See ya, Ratchet," chimed in Mirage as Ironhide stepped back in and shut the doors.

But Hound was wrong about Mirage.

Instead of doing what he thought he would, Mirage just walked back to the rec room with the jeep.

Hound held his servo with his "new" one, slightly swaying it back and forth as they walked in silence.

"Hound..." he eventually choked out after a while.

"Yes, Mirage?"

"When we were in the city today, patrolling, did you see those kids?"

"I saw kids everywhere, Mirage. Parents too."

"... Exactly..."

Hound looked over at his lover as he held the rec room door open for him. He followed him to the energon dispenser, then sitting across from him at an empty booth.

Mirage barely took one sip of his energon; he mainly just dipped a digit in and swirled it around.

Hound finally broke the silence. "Mirage, what's eating you? You hardly said a word in med bay, and were tense the whole time since I ran into you in the hall. And, why were you asking about the human children?"

Mirage didn't look away from his energon. He just kept swirling it, inhaling and exhaling unnecessary air.

"I... *sigh* I..."

Hound reached out a servo and grabbed Mirage's. "What is it, 'Raj? Tell me." he said, smiling comfortingly.

The two sat there, in silence, Hound looking at Mirage as he played with his energon.

"... I want a sparkling."

Hound's processor took a while to register what Mirage had just said. His optics widened, and his jaw dropped ever so slightly.

Mirage shot a glance up at Hound, then back to his energon, though he glanced back up again as Hound tried speaking.

"... You... A, sparkling?"

Mirage flickered his gaze back down, nodding his helm and smiling. "Yeah. I mean - I... I wish I could... or, we could... have one. A sparkling."

Hound let out a deep sigh, chuckling. "Mirage..." he started, but said mech cut him off.

"I saw those human females, and males too, carrying around little tiny humans. I also saw bigger ones walking around with their creators. They looked so... happy..."

Hound gripped the noble's servo tighter, grin widening. He gripped Mirage's chin with his servo, tilting it up so the Ligier would look him in the optics. "'Raj... you know, a sparkling would be the start of a new generation."

"We need a new generation."

"I know, Mirage. But, during the war might not be the best time for a sparkling."

Mirage pulled away to look back down at his energon. "... I know."

"I'm not saying no, Mirage," said Hound soothingly. "I love that idea. But, he'd just be of large value to the Decepticons - "

"He'd be a value to us, too!" the noble nearly shouted, optics glaring into Hound's.

"I know, I know. Of course he would." he replied, almost in a whisper. Mirage dropped his gaze once more, gripping his energon cube tightly. The two mechs sat in silence for a few kliks, until Hound spoke up again.

"... Oh, Mirage..." he sighed, standing and walking over to Mirage's side of the booth and sitting down next to him. He put a servo around him, pulling him into his side. "Mirage... I told you, I'm not saying no. In fact I'm saying yes more than anything. I'm just pointing out the facts we need to consider."

Mirage shifted into Hound's embrace, pushing his energon away. "I understand, Hound."

The scout kissed the top of his helm, lightly stroking his upper arm.

"...I'm sorry I brought it up."

"What? No... no, Mirage, don't be sorry," said Hound, hugging his lover tighter. "I'm sorry we live during the time where everything has to be thought out, and that we can't do much due to physical barriers."

Hound leaned down to nip at his audio, slowly stroking the arm still. "I really want a sparkling, too," he whispered.

Mirage turned his gaze, looking up at Hound. "Really?" he whispered back.

Hound nodded him helm, smiling again. "Of course. You're right... we need a new generation. I think Bumblebee's the youngest, yet he's just a little less than 100 solar cycles old."

Mirage laughed. "Yes, I believe so..."

"Mmmm." murmured Hound in reply after awhile, nipping at Mirage's neck cables. "I think we should go back to our quarters, though..."

Mirage hummed in agreement, tilting his helm to give Hound better access.

Hound kissed it a few times, then pulled away and stood up, reaching out a servo. "Come on, then."

"I'm comin'..." he mumbled, standing up and following Hound out the doors.

"Ohhhh... H-Hound..." Mirage gasped, helm thrown back as Hound thrusted upwards deeper.

His valve was unbearably tight, clenching at every thrust, though both mechs' lubricants softened it up.

"Mirage..." was all Hound could make out. His panting grew louder, and soon he was gripping the blue plating above him.

Mirage groaned again and again, climax peaking fast. He felt Hound thrusting harder, anxious to overload, and was soon panting just at hard.

"M-MirAGE!" he yelled, finally overloading hard into the slick, tight valve, thrusting upwards faster and harder. Mirage cried out as the warm transfluid spurted up inside him, filling him all the way.

Mirage finally overloaded after the thick spike repeatedly hit an internal sensor node, and streams of lubricant gushed out all over the spike. Whimpering, he held on to Hound's shoulders, riding the hardened spike as long as he could.

Hound eventually settled down, thrusts relaxing and panting subsiding. "Ooooh... Primus..." he groaned, slumping against the wall behind him.

Mirage collapsed on top of him, and rested his helm against the green chassis. He offlined his optics, just enjoying Hound's presence, and the thick spike still inside him. His cycling of air soon turned into a moan as Hound gently pulled out, and he slumped down on the berth next to the scout.

Neither said anything; Hound stroked the side of Mirage's frame, listening to nothing but the soft cycling of air and their faint engines rumbling.

"Mirage..."

The noble looked up into bright optics starting off in the distance. "Yes?"

"Well... I was thinking about what you said earlier... and, I think we should talk to Prime about it."

Mirage sat up and thunked against the wall. "R-Really? You're considering it?"

"Well, I never said no in the first place. Of course I am. The thought actually crossed my own processor not too long ago."

Mirage smiled and took Hound's servo in his. It took him a while to find a response.

"Hound..." he laughed, making his lover turn and look at him. Hound took his servo and brought it up to his lips, kissing it.

"If you want a sparkling, then I think it's a great idea."

A burst of energy made Hound online more quickly than usual.

His optics lit the ceiling, and then focused over on Mirage, who was laying next to him and facing the wall, still in recharge.

Hound shifted on his side, lifting a servo and rubbing it across Mirage's side framing. He slid his servo down to his mid-thigh, then back up to the top of his chassis very slowly, nuzzling his faceplate in his neck.

"Mmmmmm..." he murmured softly to himself, offlining his optics. He was too tired to get up now; He just wanted to cradle his lover. Mirage smiled in his recharge state and sunk into Hound's caress, making the scout hold him tighter and more lovingly.

Mirage slowly onlined, but didn't open his optics. He just felt the smooth touches to his frame, Hound breathing hot breath into his neck.

Hound lifted his helm out of the neck cables as Mirage turned his own to look at him, optics now shining brightly. He reached up to kiss Hound on the lips, savoring the quiet, peaceful morning they had woken up to.

Hound pulled away after a short while, smiling down at his bondmate. "Guess what..." he mumbled, nestling his faceplate into Mirage's neck again.

"What..."

"I think I need to talk to Prime today about some things."

Mirage's smile widened, pulling away to get a complete view of Hound's face. "And Ratchet and Prowl, too, I imagine?"

"Oh, yes," he said. "But those are the only mechs. The rest can wait for a surprise. If there's a surprise."

Mirage offlined his optics and rolled over, facing Hound. He brought a servo up to wrap around the jeep, hugging him affectionately.

"Sounds good to me..."

Hound kissed his audio, then his lips again. "I gotta shift soon though. Care to join me for energon?"

"Sure, why not," he mumbled teasingly, following Hound as he sat up and got off the berth. Mirage flexed his framing, stretching stiff cables and wires from recharging.

The two walked out their quarter doors, just in time to meet with Prowl and Jazz.

"Hey, guys!" shouted Jazz, smiling, making Prowl flinch at the sudden noise. "Sorry, Prowler..." he apologized, rubbing his arm soothingly.

"Hi, Jazz," chimed in the two mechs, Prowl merely smiling back at his lover.

"Are you alright, Prowl?" asked Mirage. "You seem a little gloomy."

"Yes, fine, just didn't get a lot of recharge last night with missions and datapads and whatnot."

"Oh... sorry about that." Hound muttered as all four walked into the rec room. Prowl waved it off as they parted, he and Jazz walking towards Bluestreak and the twins, Hound and Mirage walking towards the energon dispenser.

They sat down at a booth, sipping their energon quietly and listening to the peaceful silence, save for the twins' mumbling and the Earth birds chirping outside the open windows.

The sweet silence was soon interrupted by Hound's screen beeping at him, telling him Optimus Prime needed him right away.

"Oh..." he replied to himself, setting down the energon. "I gotta go, Prime needs me. Sorry..."

"It's fine... I'll see ya in a bit," he replied.

Hound smiled as he stood up, reaching out to rub the back of Mirage's neck as he passed him in an "I love you" kind of reply before he left, making the noble shiver in pleasure and smirk.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes, Hound. Take a seat," Optimus answered, gesturing to the empty seat in front of his desk.

Hound did as told, now somewhat nervous that he was the only other mech in the room, being asked to sit in front of the Autobot leader. What had he done? he wondered.

"Hound," he started, looking over a datapad. "I've been trying to read over your last datapads about your missions, but I haven't been able to."

"What?" he interrupted, then realizing he shouldn't have yelled. "Why?" he asked more quietly.

"Well, because there haven't been any to read..."

Hound looked at him with wide optics. "What? W- J- Jazz was... was, supposed to turn them in!"

"I am aware of that, Hound. But you can't rely on other mechs to do both your jobs. I'm not saying Jazz is irresponsible, but you just to need to make sure of these things."

"Yes, sir. May I ask why Jazz didn't turn them in?"

"He was rescheduled to last minute recon duty. Now I won't hold it against you this time, so make sure I get those datapads. Alright?"

"Yes, Optimus. It won't happen again," he replied, standing up and nodding his head in reassurance.

"Alright, thank you, Hound," his leader called back, a slight smile forming under his plate mask.