TFA: Four Drabbles: Kittycon

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Requested by krazifreak as part of an art trade.

All pairings are: Random/Icy/Hothead as Kittycons.

Title: Cold
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, fluff, incest, slash

Random sniffled and wiped the leaking coolant from his nasal ridge, dumping a used tissue in a nearby bag that was close to overflowing. His ears drooped and his tail twitched in agitation as he coughed violently. He really hated colds, and he hated being stuck in bed even more. Even worse, Icy had to take on his work load, making him feel useless and guilty.

"Random, are you feeling any better?" Icy asked as he entered the room, carrying a tray with a bowl. "Think you could hold down some soup? It's my special blend. It'll help with your congestion and processor aches."

Random burrowed under the covers, unable to meet Icy's gaze. "I--I'm sorry, brother. I must be such a burden to you…getting you stuck with extra work…and having to take care of me. N--No! Don't come any closer! I don't want you to get sick!"

"Random, stop that," Icy ordered, placing the tray on a nightstand and then sitting on the bed next to his smaller brother. "It's not your fault you caught a cold, and you're most certainly not a burden. Don't ever think such a thing. I love you, my sweet little brother, and I love taking care of you."

"You're the sweet one, brother," Random sniffled, giving the other Kittycon a warm smile. "I love you too…and I'd like some soup. I'm really hungry."

"Sit up then, and I'll feed you," Icy stated.

Knowing better then to argue, Random sat up, back braced against several pillows, opening his mouth as Icy lifted the spoon from the warm broth. Due to the cold, he couldn't taste much, which was a real shame since Icy's cooking was phenomenal, but the warm liquid felt good entering his empty fueling tanks.

"How is our little Random doing?"

He nearly gagged on a spoonful of broth as Hothead stepped in, suit jacket unbuttoned and tie loose.

"He's feeling a lot better, Master," Icy replied with a smirk.

"M--Master, don't come in here!" Random cried as Hothead stepped closer. "You'll catch my cold and miss work and fall behind on your paperwork and--"

Hothead shushed him while crawling onto the berth alongside him. "You think I'm going to let a cold keep me away from my baby brother?"

"…Master," Random murmured.

Taking the bowl from Icy, Hothead sighed, "We've been over this, Random. There's no need for formalities when we're alone. You can call me by name."

"Yes…Hothead," Random cooed, opening his mouth as Hothead lifted the spoon.

Once the soup was gone, Icy and Hothead dipped underneath the covers, snuggling into him. He let out a contented sigh as he was embraced by warmth, shuddering when Icy and Hothead tenderly kissed his cheeks, servos massaging his shoulders. With the loving ministrations of his brothers, he drifted into a peaceful recharge.


Title: Birthday Present
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, cross-dressing, incest, innuendo, mild violence, slash

Random rushed down a crowded sidewalk, tightly clutching a small package in his arms. After months of saving his credits he finally had enough to purchase an exquisite crystal energon glass with gold etchings that Icy had pined over. It was going to be the perfect birthday present for Icy, and he couldn't wait to see the look on his brother's face.

He let out a startled cry when he was suddenly yanked into an alleyway, falling onto his side, yelping from the hard impact on the concrete. The package slipped from his servos, and he flinched from the shattering noise that followed. Two ragged Kittycons were scowling down at him and at the package.

"So much for stealing the box," the blue Kittycon grumbled. "Nice going, glitch."

"Shut it!" the green Kittycon snapped. "Search his pockets and get any credits!"

He lashed out with vicious kicks and punches while screaming at the top of his vocalizer, hoping to attract attention to his predicament. His desperate cries drove the two Kittycons into a frenzy, tearing at his coat and maid dress, scratching his face and punching his chassis and abdomen. Doubling over in pain, he glared up at his assailants, optics widening when the two Kittycons were grabbed by their ears, yowling when they were lifted off the ground, optics flickering to white when their helms were smashed together. As the two thieves crumpled to the ground, Hothead's form came into view, and he scrambled up and launched himself into his older brother. Hothead grunted and staggered back, wincing from the tight hold.

"M--Master! I'm sorry!" Random sobbed. "I know I'm not suppose to go out in the evening by myself but I had to pick up Icy's present! Those two grabbed me and tried to rob me!"

"Random," Hothead growled, nuzzling his little brother. "You should have told me. I would have escorted you to the shop. You know how dangerous it can be out here at night." Chiding over, he tilted Random's helm back to inspect for damage. "Bastards dented your cheeks and cut you up a bit."

"Nothing is broken…except for Icy's present," Random cried, wiping his optics. "Icy's birthday is tomorrow, and now I have nothing to give him!"

Hothead remained silent as Random sobbed in his arms, cradling the smaller Kittycon while waiting for the authorities to come and deal with the unconscious scum beneath his pedes.

Ears drooped and tail rigid, Radom watched as Icy chatted with Megatron, Lugnut, and Shockwave. He knew he shouldn't have waited so long to tell Icy about the lack of a present, but he was a horrible procrastinator.

"Uh…Icy…I need to talk to you," Random muttered.

Turning around, Icy smiled and stated, "There you are, Random. I've been looking for you. I wanted to thank you for the present you left on my nightstand this morning." He hugged Random tightly. "I love the glass…but I remember the price tag. It was so expensive. You didn't have to spend that much on me." He nuzzled Random's flushed cheek. "Thank you for the beautiful gift." He whispered into Random's left ear. "I'm going to give you a very intimate thank you gift tonight."

Random shivered from the lustful comment, and when Icy turned back around to the guests, he rushed off in search of Hothead. Upon finding Hothead in the kitchen, setting up a tray of energon, he roughly flipped the older Kittycon around and passionately kissed his big brother. Hothead smirked into the kiss, allowing the smaller Kittycon's glossa to thrust into his mouth.

"Hmm," Hothead chuckled. "I'm guessing Icy was pleased with the present you got him?"

"Oh, big brother, thank you!" Random cried, tears trickling down his cheeks. "I don't know if I could have handled telling Icy I had nothing to--"

"Shh," Hothead interrupted. "He would have been happy with a simple kiss for a present…but I wanted to make you happy."

"You succeeded," Random snickered. "I'm very happy."

Hothead delved his servos underneath Random's skirt, fondling the smaller Kittycon's aft, eliciting a low purr. "How…thankful are you?"

"Oooh, naughty Master," Random squeaked, jolting when fingers dipped under his panties. "W--We have guests waiting for us. T--Tonight…with Icy, big brother."

"Later then," Hothead snickered.

(Other two drabbles are too mature for DA.)

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