Pain laces through Brainstorm's cabling as the armor on his thigh crumples beneath Spinister's hand and he jerks back into his friend just as the larger mech drives into him to the hilt. Spots explode in front of Brainstorm's optics as their armor shrieks against each other, leaving long trails of paint transfers over his aft and Spinster's pelvic plating. Scrapes cover his canopy from the drag of the mech's blunt fingers, and he couldn't care less.
Holy slag is that what he wants.
Overload was just out of his reach; the hand on his cord was too tight, the pounding against his ceiling node too hard, dragging him right to the cusp of it. Brainstorm could taste the energy build on his tongue, so frustratingly close, and then Spinister rams into him to he hilt and stays there, overloading hard.
"Hhnn!" the scientist practically squawks as the energy from Spinister's overload slams into him hard, crackling over his whole frame, across his turrents and wings, gathering in his spark. The fluid pumping into him batters against his nodes, hot and thick, filling him up till there was no room and his plating groans from the pressure and it only has the small gaps at his rim to force through.
His own overload hits him hard and he cries out, a few fuses blowing in him with audible pops and snaps of electricity. The lights in his workshop flicker from the surge from both of them, traveling across the water in the floor, making a few electronics spark. His own spike jumps and spurts fluid in an arc, most splattering the floor, some against his belly and oozing over the heli's hand, and his valve squeezes in rhythmic pulses around the spike flared inside him, drawing out the last few ebbs of Spinister's overload.
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Holy slag is that what he wants.
Overload was just out of his reach; the hand on his cord was too tight, the pounding against his ceiling node too hard, dragging him right to the cusp of it. Brainstorm could taste the energy build on his tongue, so frustratingly close, and then Spinister rams into him to he hilt and stays there, overloading hard.
"Hhnn!" the scientist practically squawks as the energy from Spinister's overload slams into him hard, crackling over his whole frame, across his turrents and wings, gathering in his spark. The fluid pumping into him batters against his nodes, hot and thick, filling him up till there was no room and his plating groans from the pressure and it only has the small gaps at his rim to force through.
His own overload hits him hard and he cries out, a few fuses blowing in him with audible pops and snaps of electricity. The lights in his workshop flicker from the surge from both of them, traveling across the water in the floor, making a few electronics spark. His own spike jumps and spurts fluid in an arc, most splattering the floor, some against his belly and oozing over the heli's hand, and his valve squeezes in rhythmic pulses around the spike flared inside him, drawing out the last few ebbs of Spinister's overload.