Please note that this IS slash (as in manbot on manbot action) so if you don't like it, don't read past these words! You have been warned.

Title: A usual day on the W.A.P (bad title I know)

Pairing: Misfire/Fulcrum

Verse: IDW'verse (More Than Meets The Eye ongoing specificity)

Rating: Pg-13

Warning: manbots touching each other with sexual intent, but you'll see way worse on Prime-time TV

Summery: So short, it's not even really worth a summary. But here you go:

Misfire bothers Fulcrum.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, because if I did, it would pretty much all be porn.

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Fulcrum stood from his berth and answered the knock on his door. The creaky, unmaintained door rolled back, revealing the resident purple whack-job.

"Hey pinhead," Misfire said, leaning against the door-frame. "What you doing?"

"Recovering," Fulcrum said. "Maybe you forgot, I tried to kill myself for you slag-tards. Kinda' blew my innereds to the pit."

"Yeah yeah that." Misfire shrugged and pushed passed Fulcrum. "Quit living in the past. That's old news. "

"Still pretty important to me," Fulcrum said.

Misfire shrugged again and went about the sparse room. He touched everything. Opened drawers, hit buttons, anything remotely shinny caught his attention.

"Making a nuisance of yourself?" Fulcrum asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"I'm bored," the purple bot said, sitting on the narrow berth. "This ride is taking away too long."

"We've only been flying for a day," Fulcrum said.

"See? Too long! I gotta do something before I go crazy. Crazier."

"Go poke Grimlock with a stick or something," Fulcrum snapped. "And do me a favor, stand close to his mouth when you do."

Misfire bounced up and down on the berth like a mech with a glitch. "Already did. He doesn't move. All his does is repeat his name. It's no fun. Annoying really. Really annoying. Know what I'm talking about?"

"I have an idea." The former cyberfroming manger pushed himself off the wall. "Now get out so I can get back to what I was doing."

"You weren't doing anything," Misfire said. "I was outside your door for a while. I expected crying or something. Really disappointing with just silence."

"Don't you have someone better to bother?"

"You're new. I'm board of the others."

"Lucky me."

Misfire was up and across the tiny room in two steps. Fulcrum found himself pinned to the wall of his hab-suite.

"Very lucky."

The purple bot's lips crushed down and his glossia invaded Fulcrum's mouth.

Fulcrum shoved him away. "Get off me! Those circuit speeders fried your brain!"

Misfire's hands trailed down the yellow sides and pulled Fulcrum closer. His mouth opened again and he ran his glossia along his lips. For the first time, random collections of words didn't come spewing out of his mouth. Thank Primus for that, Fulcrum thought. Well if interfacing kept the bot from talking, why the frag not?

Fulcrum grabbed Misfire's neck and pulled him closer. The black hands pawed at his sides. It felt nice to have someone touch him like this agai- a soft click snapped him out of it. He clenched his fist and sent the purple Decepticon crashing to the floor.

"You slag-suckin' glitch!"

Misfire scrambled back. "You fraggin' hit me! Ouch! That ain't nice!"

Fulcrum stooped and pried his transformation cog from Misfire's fingers. "Part snatching 'ain't nice!'"

The flier fidgeted on the floor. "You weren't using it!"

Fulcrum grabbed Misfire by the neck and threw him out the door. "And stay out!"

With a creak, the door cycled closed. Fulcrum put his t-cog on a desk and dropped onto the berth.

"Just so you know loser," Misfire's muffled voice floated through the door. "You're not boring! I'll be back!"

"Frag off!" Fulcrum snapped. But he had a feeling he'd be seeing the purple bot far too soon.