Two fractions, both alike in dignity,
In fair Cybertron, where we lay our scene,
From relentless war break to silent mutiny,
Where civil energon makes civil servos unclean.
From forth the fatal sparks of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers decide;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their infatuation bury their ilk's strife.
The fearful passage of their peril-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their leaders' rage,
Which, but their partisan's love, nought could remove.
Blur saunters into the roofless workstation with a data pad at hand and tries to uncover what intel he can catch from several Decepticons under investigation of their foiled foray, which was to pillage the planet Duplejin, one of the many now worlds Autobots pioneered not long ago. The planet has become a major supplier of energon over the stellar cycles. He grew tense, consequent to running his analysis, and frets, had they prevailed in even one attempt on such worlds, they would've inflicted much harm to Cybertron, but not only that, there may be countless other plans that they may not be fortunate enough to catch in time. He stops and freezes as he feels a pair of arms wrap around him, he widens his optics in horror, but, before he can look, a jovial chuckle is heard and he relaxes upon hearing it.
"Longarm, you-startled-me, I-already-told-you-to-not-surprise-me-from-behind!" He snaps, his words so expeditious that it takes adroit and keen hearing to understand what many words he speaks, which Longarm as and with no misunderstandings-not even once. The mini-bot huffs and lightly blushes as he moues while secretly leaning closer into the warm embrace that envelops him.
"Well you seemed so tense, so I thought a hug is just what you needed." Blur turns around whilst remaining in Longarm's fondle embrace, his cute blush never ceasing.
"But-we're-working-right-now, we-can't-let-anyone-know-about-our-relationship-and-it-is-dangerous-to-do-this-at-work! We-can-get-court-marshaled-for-incompetence-and-this-is-considered-inappropriate-for-us-high-ranking-officers! What-about-the-Elite-Guard-if-they-find-out?!" Blurr worriedly reasons.
"Oh come on, no one else is here~" Longarm hums in a cosset manner as Blur blushes ingratiatingly.
"What-does-that-mean?"
"Why not enjoy each other's company?" He tenderly smiles and, with Blur on his lap, sits down on some metal crates, which he fixed to be an expediential love-seat. Blur looks up to Longarm, feeling that for too long now the Prime has been impromptu to his kiss since the morning. Longarm takes notice and, with chimerical mien, cuddles instead, smirking as Blurr lets out a whine. They read and write responses to files on their individual data pads, warmly comforted by one another, and beam in mirth with a chirp as their energy fields merge.
Their little moment of happiness is rudely cut short by the echoing sounds of approaching steps from a mech who they can guess the name of using their mumbles and the unique mien of a certain aphrodisiacal cavalierly bot. Their smiles turn into the bared and clenched denta of anxiety, they stand and scurry to their assigned positions at the monitors. Taking one last swift glance at each other before taking to their no longer idle workstations. They frown as they felt the warmth of one another turn to ice as they type away.
"Now what are you two workin' on?!" Sentinel Prime snides, he looks for the smallest blunder to jab out for his amusement, and to take his mind off a forthcoming mission that he is none too excited for. Neither answer, paying no mind to Sentinel, knowing it best to leave him unheeded when he has moments such as this, which come quite often-unfortunately. Cognizant to them ignoring him, Sentinel growls and looks at their work before sitting down to do his own. He watches them from behind his data pad of vital information. Longarm mentally grumbles, they no longer have time alone now, then he realized a way and felt more at ease while Blur grows restless. Blur starts bouncing his leg and finishes his work for the day faster than his usual speed. He hides a smile of relief then openly does so upon seeing Sentinel finally leave. Longarm stops what he was doing and turns to the hall Sentinel disappeared into. For a moment they waited, and when no one came they grin in relief. With Blur finished he walks over to hug Longarm from behind as the Prime works. Longarm feels chirpy once more, he drudges over his work no more, and it seems much less than it had mere moments ago. His typing gently thumps in a madrigal rhythm as Blur watches from the crook of his neck. Once upon completion, Longarm stands up with Blur.
"Want to go to my place?" Longarm offers as he looks to the side to a now blushing Blur, who looks back at him.
"Sure, when-can-we-go?"
"Why not now? So that way we can spend some time together, without interruptions." He purrs, hoping to quaver his beau to take a break from work to have a regale, with just the two of them, no work to distract them and no Megatron to ruin that rapt peace.
"But, there-is-still-work-for-us-to-do." Longarm has foreseen this, he looks to Blur and rolls his optics with a zestful smile.
"Don't you think we deserve some time off," Longarm cups Blur's chin to make the Elite Guard officer look up to him "you don't want me to eat the tarts I made all alone,do you?" Longarm pouts in false sadness, Blur feels guilty and yields a sigh of defeat.
"Oh-alright, but-if-I-miss-work-or-fail-to-finish-any-important-documents, you're-going-to-pay!"
"Gladly!" Longarm bows his head and places his arm over his spark, Blur snickers and holds Longarm's servo while looking away with a blush as he gives Blur's servo a light squeeze. They pack up for the day and drive their personal cruisers, which are otherwise known as flying cars. They carefully race to Longarm's apartment, and to no one's surprise, Blur rises in victory. When they get down from their vehicles they share a merry laugh and Longarm leads Blur to his apartment.
Once Longarm unlocks the door it slides to the side to show his Cybertronian home, Blurr is let in first and looks around for the hundredth time. It is a cozy, homely place with modest furniture, Longarm had recently placed a glassy, neon purple plant in a pot at the corner of a glass wall, which shows the vast view of the Cybertronian city of Vector Sigma.
"What-a-nice-place-you-have-here." Blur claims his usual spot on the love-seat made out of heavy, curved metal that is also padded with soft mesh.
"Thank you, should we eat the tarts later or while watching a movie?" Longarm smiles at Blurr from his standing at the kitchen.
"During-the-movie?" Blurr shrugs, fine with either.
"Okay." Longarm smiles and, with Blur, picks a movie from his collection, they've decided on a horror movie. It is about a group of scouts investigating an unknown planet with no known life, and were sent to find a missing femine. Longarm walks out then back in, now holding the tray of mini tarts, the pink energon has been made into something equal to cream cheese filling for the tart crust, and is coated in frosty glace. The saccharine aroma makes Blur's tanks rumble then he turns his head to see. Longarm gives a lofty and accomplished grin then sets it on the coffee table with a gentle clank. A holographic screen appears and the three-dimensional film begins to play. Blur and Longarm cuddle as they savor and sample the tray. Blur grew frightened and quietly nibbles as the film plays on to show the team of twelve be brutally slain, one by one, by the hand of one with the might of Unicron himself. He clings to Longarm for comfort, Longarm chuckles and rubs his back, knowing how Blur gets when watching these films. The double agent looks down at Blur and his smile dies a shade.
His awareness of the scene surrounding him fades and speeds away from him and into a screen, which he now stands before. He watches from within the blackness of his deceit. Nevermore has he felt even the slightest twinge of malefaction in his hypocrisy, but now, now he feels something like it. He truly does care for Blur, and is starting to feel such mighty aegis that he no longer wishes to continue, and it frightens him to his very spark. He's loyal and dutiful to Megatron, unswerving and unwavering it was without question, both body and spark were loyal to his one true master, or so it seemed. His spark flutters every time Blur comes to his view, the energetic personality of the mini-bot makes his concentration on anything else dither when he is away, and now, the cosset infatuation that once flooded his spark is bartered for pain and anguish.
Blur takes notice of Longarm's change in mood and pulls away to look at him
"What's-wrong-Longarm? Is-something-bothering-you, is-it-the-movie?" He worries, Longarm doesn't speak and pauses in terror in the moment he is returned to reality, every fiber of his being has finally made has a choice, his spark winnows all fear and quaver-he has finally decided.
"Blur," his mouth feels plastered and sealed, he feels a moment of fear again as he gets the full attention of Blur, who grow concerned "there's...there's something I need to tell you."
"Yes?" The mini-bot's speed ceases for the moment that envelops them.
"I...I'm-" To Longarm's dismay Blur's transmitter goes off with a spiraling white flash and pulsing vibration, Blur was about to reject the call until he sees it is Sentinel Prime. When he pauses, the holographic transmitter plays a voice mail, indicating it as extremely urgent and Blur speeds to a blank wall with a gulp, hoping Sentinel didn't see Longarm with him.
"Agent Blur!" Sentinel Prime barks.
"Yes-Prime-sir?!" He salutes.
"Why haven't you picked up?! You're being called on for an important mission!"
"But-"
"But what?! This isn't up to up to you! Look, I don't wanna go either, I hate the idea of going to an organic planet," Sentinel shudders, as if to further prove his point "but this is far too important to just turn down! We need to retrieve the Allspark!" The transmission disconnects before Blurr can even react, both mechs freeze in dismay, Longarm knows he has to go. Blur walks to the exit and looks into his beau's optics, his servo close to his chassis, for a moment it seemed as if he was going to reach for Longarm, his face furrows as he tries to force words out to say, qualms and solicitude swooshes around him like a gale of graupel, but all he lets out is a whimper then hastens away in a dash, before Longarm could shout for him, he turned into a blur of blue. Longarm feels his spark lurch and whimpers in return to Blur's, now, with Blur gone he locks the door and presses a button that makes the wall of glass turn into a thick, clouded white. He pulls away with a sigh as his body shifts and rearranges into his true self: Shockwave.
"I was going to tell you..." He chokes out, slumps onto the place he sat before, and buries his face into his claws. His ruby optic is glossy and blurred with woe.