Never have I Ever

by Skullchick15

Summary:

Basically Tarn and the reader literally are head over heels for each other and neither of them realize it. Until an interesting game I’ve never have I ever.

Chapter 1

It may have been rather odd for many, but it was customary after a hunt to head to the local bar on whatever planet they were currently on for a drink or two .... or twenty.

It tended to depend on how agitated Tesarus was. The mech always seems to slams them down faster then Swindle closing a deal when he's in a mood.

The purpose however was to allow for supplies to be restored without the team terrifying the loading dock workers.

Tarn had once stated that their little outing, ensured things went efficiently. Something about how the last time they hadn't, Vos ripped apart mech an said mech was supposed to bring in the energon supply.

Needless to say that's also the story of how the team found you.

Strapped down in a cell of an Autobots ship they raided in an attempt to find energon after they started running on E.

Tarn was the one who found you, your own energon dripping onto the floor. A pure sign of you unwillingness to give up Decepticon secrets to the Autoscum.

He was the one who carried you on to the Peaceful Tyranny.

He was the one to insist you join the DJD.

An he was the one currently seated on one of your sides, in the dimly lit bar on this wretched techno-organic planet.

... Not that you were complaining. That was for sure. Tarn was... well possibly the very definition of what a femme could ever want.

Well at least for you.

Stoic, loyal, strong, intimidating. Oh so very intimidating.

He was the kind of mech you'd willingly get pinned down by. Not that you'd really know anything about that.

However, it was this very characteristic of his that seemed to stop you from initiating anything. Would he even want anything from you? Would he get upset with your actions? What if the snide remarks the others made about him and Pharma where true?

What if he only saw you as a team mate?

These were the questions holding you back. Forcing you to keep your servos to yourself, when in reality you longed to run you digits along those treads of his.

Behave you did. Indulge in pleasure, you did not.

The table shook. In turn shaking you from your thoughts. Tess was done with his current drink. Which was... perhaps his 11th. You lost count after four.

Under normal circumstances, you'd all be back on the ship already. Considering it's been roughly 6 hours since you an the others came in to the bar. But apparently the docking station was waiting for fuel to be able to top the Peaceful Tyranny's tanks. An this has caused your lengthy visit to this particular bar.

Tarn ever so sternly, handled the overgrown shredder like he normally would. A simple look, red optics staring him down.

Tesarus huffed through his vent. "I can't help it. Never liked sittin' round doing nothing. Bored off my fragging aft." He turned, glared over his at the waiter, who scurried to get him another drink. "...Let's just.... frag it, lets kill somethin'."

Before Tarn could put down the comment, Kaon shook his head. "Even if we did, then what? You'd just be just as miserable in a few seconds."

The giant mech scowled, but perked up a new drink was placed in front of him. "Can't kill somethin,' might as well get smashed, right sweet spark?" One of his lower arms poked your side.

Aaah the joyous perks of sitting between Tarn an Tesarus. "Ya, sure Tess. You an I both know you keep downing rocket fuel like that, an me an Helex will be stuck dragging you to the ship again."

"Nope, count me out. Took me days to get purge out from in between my seems ya slagger." Helex pointed at Tesarus from across the table. "You wanna get hammered, you best hope she can carry ya cause I ain't doing it."

Tesarus opened his mouth but shut it immediately when a scraping noice grew in pitch.

Turn to look at Tarn, an ya would see his servos were both on the table. Digits dug into the metal table top. Scraping through layers, leaving gouges behind. He was however, glaring at Tesarus. "Enough." It was simple, yet deadly all the same.

Kaon an Vos however seemed... pleased at the ordeal. Which was concerning in itself.

Those same blazing red optics glanced down toward you, locking with your own. And you flinched. It was intense to say the least.

You where torn between relief and disappointment when he finally returned to the data pad in front of him.

You took a drink of you own in the hopes of calming your nerves.

The silence didn't last long. Despite how long over been apart of the team, you've never comprehended the old dialect Vos uses.

Unfortunately what ever he said, seemed to be directed toward you. With how he stared you down from across the table.

"Hhhmm perhaps Vos." Tarn turned to you again and spoke, "He said that perhaps you may know of something that will entertain Tesarus for the time being. Since your missions on earth, he thinks you should have witnessed some entertainment methods that humans perform."

"Oh frag that! Like anything those pathetic flesh bags do could be fun." An again Tes slammed a tankerd down. Tarn just glared. While Vos instantaneous started chittering angrily at Tes.

Tarn chuckled, while you grew confused. You watched the two mech bicker with each other. While you couldn't understand Vos's words, the other could. An apparently what ever Vos said hit a nerve with Tes.

The warm gust from his vents where what alerted you of his sudden closeness. His own faceplates near your own. "Vos informed Tesarus, that if something the humans did could entertain their simplistic minds that it could certainly entertain his."

You chuckled as Tarn shifted back up straight.

"Come on, I mean ya, humans are pathetic little things but I have to admit they've created some interesting things." The two stop hissing at each other like feral animals to look at you. "Primus Tesarus, they even have drinking games."

The sudden mention of drinks was all that was need to gain the shredders full undivided attention, as well as intrigue the others. "I'm listenin' sweet spark."

"Weeell... they have various different kinds. There's one where they toss these little balls into cups an"

"BOOOORRRRRRING! What do we look like sweetspark? Sparklings? Naa were full grown mechs." Tess rolled his shoulder struts, flexing his cabling. But then he smiled.

It was that smile that you knew cause trouble. In a swift second you were pulled into the large mechs lap. His face plates so close to your own, you could see your reflection off is X shaped visor. "For you sweetspark, I'd play sparkling."

You heard Helex say something along the lines of 'For frags sake,' and seen Kaon shaking his helm from the corner of your optics.

Then he shoved his face in between your neck cables and shoulder, nipping at the plate there. His servos slid up your sides. "Just promise you'll give me a good fueling."

"Uuuh. No." You pushed him away sliding off his lap and back into your seat. "I don't think so. Your not my type Tessy."

Tesarus snorted. "Tessy. Fraggin slag is that." He seemed agitated at the sudden nickname. Before his face shifted to that grin. An he was in you face again. "Sssooo sweetsparks got a type huh?"

You did answer, you didn't get a chance too. Helex reached over the table grabbed Tesarus helm an slammed it into the wall behind him. "Leave her be. She said she ain't interested ya scrap heap." The large blue mech, then looked to you smiling. "Now that he's out of the question, why don't you an I get outa here. Maybe go out back, I'll give ya one frag of a ride."

Tesarus snarled, slamming Helexs helm into the table. "Backoff, she's mine slagger!"

"ENOUGH." Tarns voice silenced them instantly, while sending shivers down your spinal strut. "She is no ones. You will do best to remember that. This is your only reminder. If I am to remind you again, it will surely be your last."

Kaon spoke up, "Back on topic, have you witnessed any of these so called games have any intellect to them?"

"Well some seem to be fairly torturous to them while they play actually."

All optics where on you again, figures. Anything that could cause suffering would gain their attention. "They have some psychological torture aspects. For example there is one were you must answer uncomfortable questions, the questions increase in the personal aspect. And eventually when one can't handle it anymore they must drink."

Of course the shredder wouldn't like that one. "Frag I gotta write that down! Slag that, sounds like torture to me!"

You laughed. "There is one where drinking plays a large portion of it."

Kaon facepalmed, while Helex an Tes beamed. Tes grabbed your shoulders, shaking you roughly. "Don't you dare stop ya lil slagger! You better know the details or I'll shred ya!"

Tarn didn't ever look up from the data pad, "You will do no such thing."

With a roll of the optics, Tes slung an arm over your shoulder. He leaned down tugging you closer. "Detail sweetspark. We're waiting."

You huffed, shrugging him off. "I believe they call it 'Never have I ever'." Kaon looked unamused. Vos muttered something, an Helex flicked him upside the helm for what ever he'd said. "It seems a lot like the other I spoke of. But this one however keeps everyone playing more involved. Basically one makes a statement, if another player have done said statement than they would drink. If not, then they don't."

Tarn turned off his data pad before placing it into his subspace. "It seems entertaining enough for the lot of us. I do like that it keeps an element psychological torture to it. It could be useful in a training expect. In the idea of restraint and wit.” He waved for a waiter, who hurried over. "We require few bottles of Nitrous at once."

The waiter was back in a flash, faster than most. Placing six bottles of the beloved Nitrous on the table an leaving just as fast as they came.

Tarn reached out, grabbing a bottle and popping it open. Then filling the shot glasses that you hadn't even noticed the waiter brought over. Once the glasses where distributed, Tarn turned to you. "Perhaps a practice round? Some of us," he looked to Tesarus, "are a tad ...slower than others."

Tesarus just snorted. It wasn't often that Tarn joined in with the others antics, but they always seemed to become treasured memories.

"Alright," you took the small glass in hand, " Never have I ever... got completely slagged." You all threw the Nitrous down your tanks. The pleasant tingling sensation as it when the down made you shiver.

The others drank as well before handing the open bottle around for refills. "An now?" Kaon asked.

"Now the next one asks a question. It makes sense to go around the table. Tarn?" The mech glanced to you. "Ya got a question for us?"

"Never have I doubted the Decepticon cause."
Unsurprisingly, they all drank.

Glasses refilled, before Kaon spoke. "Never have I spared an Autobot." Everyone drank.

Vos spoke, translated by Tarn as "I have never watched my teammates in secret." Vos drank, no one else did.

Helex watched Vos refill his glass while he mumbled something along the lines of 'creepy lil slagger'. "Ain't ever wanted to send Vos to the pit." Vos shrugged. Even he drank to that.

Suddenly Tesarus was in your face. "What's your type?"

You just scowled. "That isn't a statement relevant to the game Tess."

He was going to say something, most likely an argument but Tarn's sturn 'the game Tesarus'. Had that grin of his popping up again. "Never have I ever..." he was drawing it out on purpose, "wanted to frag a teammate."

Primus help you.

You swallow the shot with fake pride. While the others watched on. An then after a moment, Tesarus, Helex, and even Tarn, drank theirs as well.

The air around you all seemed to tense. They all seemed hyper focused on you.

Or perhaps that was just your paranoia talking. "Never below up a bomb in my own servos."

Tesarus pouted mumbling a 'wasn't my fault' before throwing the shot down.

Tarn spoke, "Never have I attempted to force myself on a team mate."

You snorted. Helex leaned over the table handing Tesarus, his shot glass. "Drink up bud."

He scowled, but did as his was told.

An next was Kaon.

Kaon was a simple mech. The kind that was calm an collected. Yet they all had one thing in common, a love for chaos. A normal mech would think nothing of the smile on the opticless mechs face. You however knew different.

Chaos was brewing.

"Never have I been completely infatuated with a teammate." His smile grew slightly.

Everything felt hot. All eyes on you, as you drank the shot.

To focused on avoiding the teams looks, you missed Tarn throw his shot down as well.

Kaons grin, grew.

Vos giggled. (Something you'd grown familiar with.) Apparently saying, 'Never fragged a teammate.'
They all drank, you did not.

An that was something they honed in on.

Tesarus an Helex seemed to be having a conversation in their private coms. Grinning and nodding to each other.

An then Helex said, "Never have I good frag."

Again they drank.

You did not.

Kaon looked like he'd won the lottery. Vos bounced in his spot clapping his servos while he giggled. Helex and Tesarus looked ... confused. Tarn stoic as ever, was unreadable.

It was uncertain when you'd stared staring at the table. Optics tracing the organic patterns of the material. Perhaps it was the same time you started to feel as if your plating was melting and warning started to pop up on you hub.

A servo gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at Tesarus. His face was blank. An unnerving look for such a readable mech.

"Never did I keep my seal."

You yanked away, swatting at the intruding servo, just to stare at the shot glass in front of you. Who where they to judge?! Just because you still had your seal didn't mean a fragging thing! Your fans roared as you gripped the glass, throw the shot down before slamming it down on the table. Shattering it to thousands of tiny lil pieces.

Your denta bared, ready to fight, each ever member decided to make a comment first.

Servos gripped your shoulder struts. Turning you to him as he started m shaking you. "You've never what?!" Tesarus all but shouted. "How's a femme like you never got had a good frag?!"

Something must how shown on your face because Helex spoke up. "Ya might wanna back track on that one bud."

"I uh," you'd never seen the overgrown shredder actually stumble on words. "I mean, ya are a fine as frag femme an all, but I don't know some mech hasn't-" you scowled, "I mean uh... help me out here." He look to the others who just ignored him.
"Tarn your good with this sort of slag, help me out here." His optics flicked back an forth between you an Tarn. "Before she decides to sneak in my quarters and cut off my mechhood."

Tarn chuckled at the imagery. He could practically see how the femme would most likely parade around with Tesarus former spike in hand, daring mechs to try their luck with her. Such an admirable trait indeed.

He reached out gripping your chin, and ever so gently turned you to face him rather than glare at Tesarus. "What I believe our dear Tesarus was trying to say was, that it is incomprehensible that a magnificent femme such yourself could still have their seal, when they themselves could have any mech they wanted with a simple bat of an optic."

You where sure that Tarn could feel the rising temperature of your face in his digits. You'd cooling system couldn't work any harder. The way he held your chin, how he was locked optic to optic with you was to much. "I - thank you."

Tarn nodded, before much to your dismay, took his servo away.

The silince that formed was broken almost immediately by Helex. "Frag. We gotta get you laid."

You snorted before laughing.

Tesarus smiled, "That explains it. I'm just to much mech for ya." He started flexing.

You laughed harder.

Kaon decided to join in. "No, she just likes her mechs to have some brain not just brawn."

Tesarus snarled, "Guess your outa the question. All brain, no brawn."

Tarn held a servo up halting conversation. A servo press to the side of his helm. As fast as it came it, it ended. "It seems that the ship is ready."

The larger two mechs awed immediately.

"Come on! Little bit longer?" Helex complained.

"Ya!" Tesarus grabbed you face with a hand. Squeezing your cheek plating together, making you lip plates pucker. "I need a good ole spiking boss!"

You yanked your self out of his hands. "One, I do not sound like that. Two, no. Just no. If Tarn allows you all to drink yourselfs into stupidity, than by all means, be my guest. I however, am leaving." Turnaround, you literally climbed over the bench seat. "I will see you all back at the Tyranny," you looked to Tarn whom nodded in conformation, "hopefully you'll all be less concerned with my valve use by then." Spinning on you heels, you left without another word.

The walk to the ship was... fast? And quite. Part of you still furious, an the other almost relieved.

Nickel was no where to be seen. Apparently, not returned from whatever she was doing yet.

Peaceful and quiet. Just what the doc ordered. Or at least what she would have ordered if she was there.

There was only one place that would stay this quiet. Tarns study. It was technically a study in general, but Tarn was the one who occupied it the most. Claiming it as his own, for when the others had their shenanigans happening. Yet he'd never seemed to mind you using the study. Or at least he never said anything.

Study it was.

You'd go, grab an data pad, an relax on the sofa out of the others paths.

An you did.

You where quite a bit into some random manuscript, when Tarn stormed in. Slamming the door behind himself. He apparently hadn't noticed you yet, cause he rambled to himself. Something about imbeciles not knowing their place?

He didn't seem to feel your presence until after he practically threw himself into the chair at the desk.

The chair slowly swiveled to face you. Blazing red hot optics staring you down.

Neither of you said a word.

...

Until you both tried to speak at the same.

"I'm sorry abo-" "The others shoul-"

You both froze. An heard each others fans kick up.
You giggled, while Tarn rubbed his helm.

"They should know better. I truly apologize on their behalf. An I also apologize for not ending their antics sooner."

"Tarn, it's ok. I'm used too-"

He cut you off. Leaping out of the seat an next you on the sofa in the blink of an optic. "It most certainly is not alright. So don't you dare say such a thing." He seemed to keep getting closer. "I will not allow them to fight over you. To touch you. To claim you like some prize! You are a valued member of this team and will be treated as such!"

This was sooo off character for Tarn. An then you picked up on the scent of Nitrous. Tarn slagged was a new for you. That was for certain.

You smiled, patting the thick treads on his shoulder. "Thank you Tarn. That means a lot to me. Buuuut," you stood up stretching, "we should get you to your berth. You'll regret it if ya don't get a good recharge big guy."

You held a servo out to him. Planing on doing the usual since you where more than used to having to handle one of the others after a night out.

Tarn didn't budge. Just stared you straight in the optics.

You where about to tug him along to his chambers when suddenly he gripped and yanked on your servo. In milla seconds you found yourself pinned beneath him on the sofa.

"You think I'm overcharged." The tone was menacing, but you thanked primus you weren't standing cause your knee struts would have definitely gave out. "Let me reassure you I'm in sound mind." He sat up, leaving you gaping up from under him.

"I normally avoid intaking to much, but I had too." He hissed out. Your spark throbbed at his words. "If I hadn't I'd have torn them apart right then an there." A servo cupped the side of your helm while your fans worked. "An for them to make a mockery of you for being untouched, was .... unacceptable."

You shivered as his thumb toyed with your lower lip. His optics looked glazed over as he swiped the digit across your lip. "Tarn?"

He hummed, "Yes darling?"

"Touch me." The stutter of his systems was unmistakable. Optics blazed, as he froze in place. You could feel how he tensed at your words. Part of you wanted to backtrack, to take it back. To pretend it never happened. But maybe after being around Tess an Helex so long, you’ve learned to really just go with it. “Please Tarn… I… primus… they’re teasing … it was all you.” You gripped his servo with your own, nuzzling your face into Tarns palm. “It’s always been you. I’ve always adored you. I’ve been infatuated with you. It’s always you. Maybe I would have caved into Tesarus or Helex at some point. But I doubt it. You are all I’ve ever wanted and more.” You pressed a kiss to his servo before he pulled it from your grasp.

The mech was radiating so much heat that it was torture. Sweet delicious torture.

Slowly gently, like he was worried you’d break; Tarn gripped your waist. He hovered for a moment before leaning over you to press he’s face to your neck cabling.

It’s you this time that hums. The feeling of him so close is intoxicating. Yet at the same time, it’s not enough.

There’s a faint click, that you almost don’t realize in your moment of bliss.

However, it was impossible to miss the lips pressing, and teasing your neck.

You of course moan aloud like some cheap frag bot. Servos thrown to his shoulders, your digits digging into Tarns treads.

Tarns engine roars. “You’d best not be lying to me.” You bite back another moan from his tone. How a mech could manage to be so ungodly was lost to you. He smiles and strokes your cheek. As he teases you, “I’ll assign you deck duty for a millennia. If you are.”

Your grabbing him, pulling him down to you. Face to face. “I could never lie to you.” His face softened, as watch each other. An then your both pulling each other in. Lips slamming together and moving in complete sync.

With the two of you completely blissed on the newly opened emotions, neither of you noticed or heard the group gathered outside the room.

The two larger mechs stood baffled for second or two before leaving. Taking same path Kaon had moments before they had. The difference between them and Kaon?

Kaon was walking away 200 credits richer. Maybe he was the brains of the DJD after all.

Chapter 2: Epilogue

Instantaneously, quite literally over night, things changed.

After the vigorous… uh activity’s from the night before, Tarn reassured you that transferring your belongings into his quarters was more than acceptable. It was actually highly wanted. (Note: do not let the others hear this. They’ll never let it go.)

An so that’s how it went. You moved your things into his… wait no, You’re shared quarters. He had originally insisted on helping but you somehow managed to shoo him away.

The next change was the odd one. The meeting all. Typically at this long fragging table, you set at the end by Nickel. For contextual reasons the table seating was as such:

Tarn at the head.
Kaon on one side of Tarn, Vos to the other.
Besides Koan set the pet. Next to Vos was Helex.
You set besides the pet, Tesarus next to Helex.
Nickel set opposite of Tarn at the other end.

Aka.
Tarn
Kaon, Vos
Pet, Helex
You, Tesarus
Nickel

Oh but this change in the hall was the least you’d expect.

You see the meeting was scheduled previously, every few days there was one.
An Tarn wasn’t the type to reschedule a meeting simply because he kept the two of you up the night before.

So you’d hurry along moving your belongings, and then heading to the hall for said meeting is fast as possible. Which is how you discovered this lovely little change.

Upon opening of the door, you learned there was a new seating arrangement.

In your old spot, sat Tesarus. In his old spot was Helex. In Helexs old spot was Vos. Leaving you to sit across from Kaon, and besides Tarn. Whom was yet the only one to have not arrived.

You attempted to take your new spot as gracefully and unshocked as possible. If you were successful, that was yet to be to determined.

Shortly after, Tarn walked in before taking his seat. “All right, we-”

In typical Nickel fashion, with complete disregard for the chain of command, she interrupted Tarn. “Bout fragging time.”

Sometimes Tarn was easy to read in your opinion. Like for example this very moment. The glare in his optics was an easy cue, he was pissed. He never did like being interrupted. “Excuse me Nickel, need I remind yo-“

“Oh please,” she rolled her optics, throwing her arms over each other as she scowled back. “ it was getting rather agitating watching the two of you stare at each other. I was beginning to wonder if I should schedule a maintenance check up to make sure your Spike was still active an functioning.”

If there was an alarm for a pissed off Tarn, it probably have broken the sound barrier with how loud it would be blaring at the moment.

His data pad shatters as he slams it down to stand. “NICKLE! I WILL NOT ALLOW-”

“Did ya use protection?” It was an honest genuine question.

Perhaps that’s why your optics bulged, and the venom in Tarns voice disappeared almost instantly. “What?”

“Did the two of you at least use protection?”

The silence is deafening.Kaon smiling, the others keep glancing from you to Tarn.

You decide staring at the table is the best option as you think back on the night before.

Tarn stares at Nickel but says nothing. It’s just a moment but it feels like centuries.

Nickel must’ve dubbed the silence as an answer. She size, rubbing her helm. “Fragging aft. I don’t have the equipment or materials needed to be birthing a sparkling Tarn. I suggest you fill us in on the meeting another time. And I also suggest you schedule another supply restock soon.” Your fans are blaring. “An you, come on.” You hear her slide out of her seat. “Let’s go to the med bay kid.”

You don’t have to question whom she speaking to. You just follow after the older femme. All the wild doing your best to ignore the shocked stares behind you.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 5 of Metal Addicts Anonymous