Sunstreaker's optics narrowed as he studied the mechs across the table, before he looked down at his cards again. Yeah, he had a good one. He was gonna slag them all for sure. Besides him Sideswipe fidgeted uncomfortably, which gave away the fact that he probably had nothing in his hands. Good, one less to worry about. He looked up at Cliffjumper, who was wearing a smug smirk and was looking around as well, optics bright with delight and probably due to the high amount of high grade he had ingested. Slaggit. He would melt in the pits before he let that slagging minobot beat him. Growling lowly he turned to look at Ironhide and Jazz, the latter wearing the same smirk, which wasn't too strange. Ironhide's face was expressionless, that damned old timer was rather good at hiding his emotions anyway. No matter, he was sure his cards were better than anyone else's. Downing the rest of his high grade, he tossed the cube over his shoulder, shaking his helm to try to clear his processor a bit. They were all pretty overcharged. Smirking once again he put his cards on the table, followed by the rest of the mechs around him. His face contorted into an angry scowl as he saw Clifjjumper's cards. Damned mini slag had a better game than he did! Frowning deeply he looked at the rest of the mechs' cards, relieved to see that his cards were better than the rest of them at least. That was good. Sideswipe cursed loudly next to him, tossing his cards over the table and sighing in defeat before he got to his feet, swaying a bit before he managed to steady himself. Of all the mechs playing that stupid game, his brother was the one that drank the most. Not surprising, really.

Staring expectantly at Cliffjumper, Sideswipe tapped his feet on the ground impatiently. "Well, what do I have to do?"

Sunstreaker snorted aloud, shaking his helm. He seriously wouldn't like to be in his brother's shoes right now, as the human saying went. Not when that implied that the one to come last in the game had to do whatever the winner said. "Probably something stupid, knowing Cliffjumper." He spat, not paying attention at Cliffjumper's yell of insult.

"Chill out Sunshine, let's just listen to what 'Jumper has ta say now, man" Jazz chided him, interrupting whatever the minibot had to say. Sunstreaker glared coldly at the saboteur, growling a 'Don't call me that!' before reaching down to take another high grade cube from the table. The red minibot glared at him from across the table, before his optics glinted evilly and he stood up, also swaying a little before Ironhide steadied him. "Easy thar' Cliffjumper, yer gonna fall if ya aren't ah bit careful." Offering him a grateful smile, said minobot stared at Sideswipe with pure mischievousness, which made Sideswipe flinch. When that minislag smiled like that, it was never good. Sunstreaker rolled his optics, downing the cube at an alarming pace before tossing it over his shoulder again, and he sat back on his chair, trying his best to focus on the mechs in front of him. It was quite hard, actually.

"You know what you gotta do now, Sideswipe?" Cliffjumper said, grinning and casting Sunstreaker a sidelong glance, something that Sunstreaker didn't like at all. Growling, he ignored it, his optics now locked in his brother's form, who was twitching expectantly. Unimpressed with Sunstreaker's growl, Cliffjumper continued. "I'm gonna make you kiss good ole Sunshine over there. For a whole earth minute, actually." His grin had been growing larger with every word that escaped his lip-plates, and Sunstreaker's helm whipped around to stare at him, optics wide and incredulous. "What!" He spat, thinking that probably high grade had made him hear wrong. He couldn't be asking Sideswipe to kiss him, they were brothers! Twins! In front of him, both Ironhide and Jazz cracked up laughing at the yellow twin's face, and as he turned to glare at them he missed his twin's reaction. If he had seen it, he would probably be backing away from him, and would have locked himself up in their quarters, leaving his twin out, of course. While he was looking away he also missed Sideswipe's advance, and before he could react his twin was sitting in his lap, straddling his hips and looking at him with a slightly predatory expression, lips curled upwards into a smirk. "Well, it's not like Cliffjumper asked me to do somethin' so terrible, actually. My brother or not, yer still really hot."

No, this wasn't his brother talking, that was high grade talking through him. Yeah, his brother wouldn't say something like that. His optics wide, he stared at his brother's face-plates, only inches away from his own before he managed to speak. "Sideswipe what the pit are y-" He couldn't finish what he was saying before his brother's lip-plates pressed against his own in a harsh, demanding kiss. Sunstreaker froze at first, but before he could think of a way to push his twin away from him he found himself returning the kiss, his brother's talented glossa brushing against his lower lip-plate, demanding access. Parting his lips he allowed him, his own glossa rubbing against his brother's before a soft moan escaped his vocaliser. This was wrong... but it felt way too good to stop. Sideswipe smirked into the kiss, deepening it and moving his arms to wrap around his twin's neck, enjoying every second of the kiss. Yeah, he had always thought his brother was probably the most beautiful cybertronian that he had ever seen, but he had always tried to convince himself that he said that in an abstract way, the way you recognized an object's beauty. Not that he managed to fool himself, anyway. However, he would have never dared to say a word -least of all kiss him-, had it not been for the large amounts of high grade running through his lines. Yeah, he was very thankful for that now, as he moaned into the kiss and he devoured his handsome, perfect brother's lip-plates.

For his part, Sunstreaker was trying not to think about anything, lost in the kiss. He knew his brother was gorgeous as well, but he had never been one to ponder things too much, so he really hadn't thought about it. He just knew it. As he eagerly returned the kiss, his arms slid around his twin's waist, pulling him as close as their position would allow, smirking at the sound of his brother's moan. His hands caressed his brother's back-plates as his cooling fans kicked in to cool his rapidly heating frame, and he knew his brother's were already working at full capacity as their kiss dragged on, fierce and passionate. He let out a loud moan as his brother ground his hips against his own, pleasure running through his lines as he arched his back-plates, pressing his body against Sideswipe's. And then it all came crashing down.

"Whoa whoa it's been more than a minute, guys! What the pit!" Cliffjumper's annoying voice came from somewhere to their left, and Sunstreaker jerked back, breaking the kiss and shoving his brother off him. Jazz jaw was somewhere near the floor already, and Ironhide's expression was one of disgust and amusement, not sure whether he should laugh or go purge his tanks. Sideswipe's face was priceless, caught somewhere between a pout and an irritated glower directed at Cliffjumper for interrupting their kiss. Confusion was evident in him as well, but he tried to hide it, tried to smirk carelessly. "Oh, I... uh, I didn't notice!" He weakly added, and he winced as Sunstreaker got to his feet and stormed out of the room, not even bothering with an excuse.

He walked down the halls of the Ark, his processor running wild as he strode towards their quarters, trying to put some distance between his brother and himself. What the pit had just happened? His body was still overheated as he finally got to his quarter's door, and as he keyed in the code and walked into the room he missed the steps that were hurriedly making their way toward his quarters. With a long sigh he sat on his berth, rubbing his hand over his face-plates. He had enjoyed that kiss way too much, and he couldn't believe it. That was his brother, his twin brother... and now he was sitting in his quarters and hating Cliffjumper even more than what he already did for interrupting their kiss. Now that he thought about it, it was probably a good thing, considering how his traitorous body had reacted towards his twin. It was wrong... so wrong. He shook his helm, trying not to think about his brother's lips and glossa anymore, but it was hard. Too hard. Sideswipe's kiss had revved him up more than any other mech had ever managed to, and he wished nothing more than to continue what they had started.

His helm perked up as the door to their quarters opened, revealing a nervous and overcharged Sideswipe standing in the doorway, staring at him with confused optics. He hesitantly made his way towards his twin, sitting on the berth next to him and struggling to find the right words to say.

"Sunny... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I-I don't know what happened..." He finally said, optics pained as they locked in his twin's. Sunstreaker knew him more than anyone, however, and he could easily read the confusion and desire that was clouding his optics. He remained silent for a moment, staring at his brother's beautiful face and unable to speak. But when Sideswipe licked his dry lip-plates, nervously waiting for a reply, he lost the little control he had left and he lunged, hands reaching up to cup his brother's face as he pressed his lip-plates against Sideswipe's in a heated and passionate kiss.