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flybystardancer...Okay okay, so I'm going to do the 28 fics memes that's been going around. You know the deal. I give you a list, and you claim a couple, and then I write a short (usually 100-300 words) fic about it. And please, no really odd-ball pairings. I don't mind slash, but I don't have the mental capacity to be able to slash just anybody together.
28 Exillion/Exigeyesers (please indicate which form of him)
1. Naughty Exi Claimed!
2. Happy Exi
3. Silly Exi Claimed!
4. Angsty Exi Claimed!
5. On-Vacation Exi Claimed!
6. Horny Exi Claimed!
7. Transforming Exi
8. Excited Exi Claimed!
9. Book-Reading Exi Claimed!
10. Dancing Exi Claimed!
11. Jealous Exi Claimed!
12. Turned-On Exi Claimed!
13. Caring Exi Claimed!
14. On-His-Knees Exi Claimed!
15. Obedient Exi Claimed!
16. Dominant Exi
17. Naive Exi
18. Drinking-Energon Exi
19. Greedy Exi Claimed!
20. Daring Exi
21. Exploring Exi Claimed!
22. At The Beach Exi Claimed!
23. Bath-Time Exi Claimed!
24. Disheveled Exi Claimed!
25. Exhausted Exi
26. Well-Shagged Exi Claimed!
27. Kick-Ass Exi Claimed!
28. Playing With Kids Exi
28 Exillion/Exigeyesers (please indicate which form of him)
2. Happy Exi
3. Silly Exi Claimed!
4. Angsty Exi Claimed!
5. On-Vacation Exi Claimed!
7. Transforming Exi
8. Excited Exi Claimed!
10. Dancing Exi Claimed!
13. Caring Exi Claimed!
15. Obedient Exi Claimed!
16. Dominant Exi
17. Naive Exi
18. Drinking-Energon Exi
19. Greedy Exi Claimed!
20. Daring Exi
21. Exploring Exi Claimed!
22. At The Beach Exi Claimed!
25. Exhausted Exi
27. Kick-Ass Exi Claimed!
28. Playing With Kids Exi
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Date: 2006-04-24 06:39 am (UTC)A/N: Drawing inspiration from Jo's fic.
Exillion had told his teammates that he was going out to do some training on Speedia's vast network of roads, alone. In actuality, he wanted to be able to think for a while, and he was always better at thinking on his wheels with the air rushing by. And after last night there was plenty to think about, nearly all of it centering around the Speedian Convoy.
Why had he done that? Sure, it wasn't fraternizing with the enemy, but Nitro Convoy was still enough of a wild card that he couldn't be considered their ally, either. He couldn't say he didn't enjoy it either, because he did. More than he could ever express... Things had seemed so right with him, even though they weren't, not when he had to go behind his comrade's backs. He didn't know how they would react if they had found out that he had spent the evening with Nitro Convoy instead of training, but he didn't think it would be very pleasant.
Now here he was again, standing outside the door to Nitro Convoy's personal quarters. Silently, the door slid open. "You're here. Good. Come in." Exillion entered, and soon all thoughts of his deception were driven from his mind...
He had lasted all through the awards ceremony, but as soon as he got a chance he had all but pounced on the Speedian Convoy and dragged him into the closest empty space with a lock. That last section of the race, where it had been just the two of them (Coby didn't count in this case) had been so intense... And that intensity had worked him up. Coupled with the long time he had to wait... Nitro stood no chance at resistance.
Exillion's mouth covered his orange one, kissing him insistently. Blue hands traces along the transform seams in his torso, moving down to grope at the Convoy's hip joints. A low, ragged moan managed to make its way past the red mech's vocalizer and he reluctantly surrendered to the onslaught.
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Date: 2006-04-24 10:32 pm (UTC)A/N: Thanks to
Exillion was on his knees, his arm stretched out underneath his recharge berth. Almost there...
"What are you doing?" came a low, smooth voice from the direction of the doorway. The blue car mech spun around on his waist at the sound, his optics widening in surprise. There, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, was Nitro Convoy. A smirk graced the mech's orange face.
"Oh! Nitro Convoy! I was trying to reach my bottle of wax; it rolled under the berth. I mean, I'm not hugely vain, but heavy repairs do a number on the paint job." Exillion tried to grin, a bit embarrassed that it was Nitro who walked in on him.
The Speedian Convoy pushed off of the frame and walked in, keying the door to close behind him. "You might not want to be doing that with the door open," the red mech purred, approaching the blue one. "After all, we wouldn't want just anyone to walk by and stare..."
Exillion knew he shouldn’t feel this way towards a comrade, but he couldn’t help it. The children were always spending time with him; he always seemed to get the good assignments… He was useful, much more so that Exillion was. Exillion wished he was the kind of hero his teammate was, but he just couldn’t seem to get it together… He tried, he really did, but what he did never seemed good enough… Somehow, the other mech had it all. Strength, ability, determination… Sometimes Exillion felt that he would always be in the other’s shadow.
So as much as he admired Guardshell, he couldn’t help but be jealous of him as well.
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Date: 2006-05-22 01:27 pm (UTC)Both are awesome, and the first is amusing.
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Date: 2006-04-18 09:43 pm (UTC)*doesn't believe that for a moment*
Book-reading Exi, please?
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Date: 2006-04-24 11:28 pm (UTC)Exillion had reluctantly retreated back into his quarters. Today was his day off, but wet and windy weather had made the race track a dangerous place. First Aid wouldn’t be a happy medic if the sports car had managed to mangle himself practicing his racing techniques.
So Exillion had to content himself with indoor activities. Currently he had a datapad in his hand and was reclining on his berth, just reading. Not many mechs would believe he was capable of it, but occasionally he just liked to sit and read. And in all fairness, it wasn’t something he did on a regular basis.
But just sometimes, it was a nice thing to do.
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Date: 2006-04-24 07:03 am (UTC)"...What is this?"
Exillion looked over from where he was standing under one of the spray heads in the Secret Base's wash racks. Nitro Convoy was pointing at a small bit of yellow plastic placed upon a human-height self that was closer to the nozzle the Speedian Convoy was using. "Bud called it a 'ruber ducky'. Claimed that the wash racks weren't complete without one."
Nitro looked at it skeptically. "What does it do?"
"Nothing, as far as I can tell. Maybe it can float, but I haven't tested that idea out. Bud did sing a song about it... Slagged if I'm gonna repeat it."
The red mech raised an optic ridge. Blue grumbled, then proceded to sing "The Ruber Ducky Song".
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Date: 2006-04-24 07:09 pm (UTC)This was actually kinda fun to write. And yay! I'm able to write a scene with Exi and Nitro and not have it turned to smut!
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Date: 2006-04-19 03:50 pm (UTC)Jo...
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Date: 2006-05-22 12:34 am (UTC)Exillion watched as the red racing warrior made his laps on the track below. His form was flawless; he seemed to barely touch the asphalt under his wheels. The light played off of the mech’s smooth finish, causing him to glow. Exillion could feel his internal components heating up at the sight. The track was just the simple Earth one Exillion used for practicing, but Nitro Convoy moved as if he owned it.
The blue Cybertron watched a moment more, and then joined his companion, easily matching his pace. “Want to race?”
“What does the winner get?” asked Nitro Convoy, his sensors sweeping over the other mech.
“Anything he wants,” Exillion replied, his voice low, suggestive.
“You’re on.” Both mechs pulled to a stop at the start/finish line. “Two laps. Three… Two… One… Go!” The two of them peeled out, the Speeding taking the lead. Exillion let him, taking advantage of his air foil to lessen the strain on his own engine. He didn’t mind, as Nitro Convoy had the more powerful engine anyways. Exillion prided himself on his technique; he could bide his time.
The Cybertron waited until the last turn to make his move. He suddenly pulled out of Nitro Convoy’s air foil and moved up on the inside, taking a tighter turn and beating the Speedian around the turn, speeding up for the last bit of straight away. Nitro Convoy tried to close the gap between the two, but Exillion crossed the line just a couple feet in front of the other mech. “I won!” he crowed.
“This time,” Nitro replied. “Does the winner know what he wants as his prize?”
"Oh, I do…"
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Date: 2006-04-19 08:42 pm (UTC)Also, perhaps excited Exi (either) with Lori? (the non-erotic kind of excited, since Coby/Lori = OTP)
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Date: 2006-05-07 06:42 am (UTC)Exigeyeser sighed softly, gently pulling Nitro Convoy’s still-cooling body closer to his own. Both were completely satiated, a soft rumbling coming from the Speedian’s engine. Exigeyeser enjoyed holding the other mech like this. It was the one moment neither had to worry about being the best; they could just be themselves. Nitro shifted with a soft murmur, his hand coming up to rest on Exigeyeser’s chest.
Even as Nitro drifted into recharge, Exigeyeser couldn’t bear to do the same. Instead, he just basked in the moment, soaking it up, committing every detail to memory. After tonight he wouldn’t get another night like this for a very long time. In the morning all of the volunteers for the new Space Bridge Project would be leaving.
Exigeyeser would miss him terribly.
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Date: 2006-05-07 11:10 am (UTC)“Where have you been all night?”
Exillion paused mid-step and glanced over at his teammate a bit sheepishly. “Uhm… Out training, like I said before I left.” Guardshell moved closer from his spot half-hidden in shadows.
“Training? For this long?” He raised an optic ridge skeptically. “And got so scuffed up? …And there’s bits of red paint transferred onto you. Exillion, those didn’t come from normal training.”
Exillion looked down, blushing, scuffing his foot on the floor of Autolander’s workshop. “I don’t want to talk about it, Guardshell.”
“At least tell us you’re going to see Nitro Convoy next time. Don’t make us find out the hard way.”
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