Prompt 54-Air

AN: Am I stretching it with the whole TF's breathing thing? Meh. -Goes back to working on ME challenge.-

Breathing. In theory it was a simple enough operation. The intakes cycled in air and from there it mixed with energon in his engines to cause combustion. This enabled all his functions internal and external. Movement, vocalization, and transformation were, at the root, caused by the intake of air.

It was a simple operation, so why couldn't he breathe? A fluttering touch, a brief smile, or a lingering glance was all it took for his intakes to hitch. A caress or a kiss stopped all of his intake functions completely, and left him gasping when he was finally able to regulate his systems again.

He watched the lithe blue mech flit from bot to bot chatting with ease. In his hand a sparkling pink cube of energon sloshed in his hand. On the surface Mirage appeared nervous and unsure of himself. When you got to know him, or he'd downed a cube of energon or two he was quite friendly.

Sideswipe leaned on the wall and watched Mirage from a distance. Occasionally Mirage would give him an inviting glance or smile, but he'd always decline the invitation to join the conversation. Where Mirage was truly in his element, he felt completely out of place. Not to mention he loved the inviting looks his gave him. He heard his partner's deep rumbling laugh and saw his mouth plates morph into a smile. If Primus had a voice he sounded like Mirage. He moved gracefully from mech to mech addressing each one as if they were old friends.

He felt the familiar pause in his intakes, and the burning sensation in his abdomen. He'd gotten lost in that smile again. He'd forgotten to breathe. How did he do it? How could he leave him breathless even when they weren't touching or even talking to each other? Breathing. It was a simple operation in theory, but he just couldn't do it. Mirage just wouldn't let him.

"Mirage," he spoke as he approached the group of mechs talking to his lover. "Mirage," he repeated wrapping his arms around his lover's waist. "I want to leave." He whispered with a certain husky inflection in his voice. His brushed slowly down Mirage's flank, and he gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Oh," Mirage nodded knowingly. "Excuse us."

Once excused from the party Sideswipe pulled Mirage close and gave him a harsh demanding kiss. "You have no idea...all the things I'm going to do to you..." Sideswipe growled nipping at Mirage's neck junction.

When he got done with Mirage he wanted him to be left panting, moaning, breathless and gasping for air. If he couldn't breathe he wanted it to be worth his while, and he wanted Mirage to be in the same position.