Ok, before you sue... I do not own Transformers and I CERTIANLY do not take any credit for the Dark Hunters, a fantastic romance series by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Yes folks, IT'S A DARK HUNTER CROSSOVER! SQUEE-NESS. If you have no read the Dark Hunter series, DO IT. It rocks. However, I do own Andre and Andrico Santares. If you want to use them, because I think a Dark Hunter story with twin badasses in it would totally freaking rock, please feel free... But be sure to give credit where credit is due. I like appreciation...

WARNING: Like most of my work, this is Yaoi! Yes folks, this means HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP. If this bothers you, DON'T READ IT. Likewise, if you are a minor who is not old enough to be reading about such things... You get the picture. NO TO YOU. Yes, I know my spelling sucks. To quote Sherrilyn Kenyon: Bite Me.

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Chapter One- Beautiful Beginnings.

The humans were not the only ones who knew about the alien beings who had landed on earth six years ago.

Three weeks after the "Mission City Incident" as it was now being called, Optimus Prime was alarmed to receive a text message across his hud from an unknown source. A simple message, with a phone number he quickly discovered was untraceable, even for him.

"We need to make contact. Call me."

Two days later, the strangest friendship in existence was formed. Optimus Prime and a man named simply known as... Tad.

Orders were given, to keep an eye on the "Alien Visitors".

So it was, when a set of particularly naughty Autobots needed two very special drivers... Tad, the elite hacker of the most badass organization of demon hunting immortals on the planet had the perfect solution.

Two days later-

Andre Santares stared warily at the bright red Lamborghini in front of him. Quirking an ebony brow, he turned his dark brown eyes to Tad.

"You bought me a Lamborghini?"

Tad grinned. "Not exactly."

Inwardly, Andre groaned. He knew it had been too good to be true. Narrowing his eyes, he scrutinized the car in front of him. It was utterly flawless. He hid his inner urge to run his hands across what he was certain was fine Italian leather and put his foot into one of the most powerful sports cars ever built... He knew better. There was no way this wasn't a trick.

"What's the catch Tad?"

The squire's grin grew. "You'll see. I have a meeting in twenty minutes. Keys are in the glove box."

Before he could say a word, Tad was gone, leaving him standing there with the most horrible sinking feeling imaginable. How was he going to get rid of this thing before his brother found out?

As if on cue, a curious voice broke into his thoughts.

"You're worried about something."

Closing his eyes, Andre attempted to mask his thoughts. An amused chuckle followed.

"Now I know you're worried about something. Spill."

Instead, he sent his twin a mental glare and threw up a wall. "It's nothing. Go away."

"I know about the Lamborghini."

With a heavy sigh, Andre gave up. Knowing his brother, the new car would be street racing by the next evening and needing a complete overhaul in six months. "How?"

"Mine is Yellow."

A broad grin crossed his face. Good old Tad.

"He shipped it to Milan?"

"Yep. Sexy piece of metal too. Well worth the cost of shipping it back after Fashion Week."

Andre smirked. If they didn't have the same face, no one would ever guess never the Santares twins were even related. Andre was a successful art dealer and business man, private and diplomatic. His wilder brother, a super model, had his face plastered on billboards across the world, his life filled with wild parties and fashion shows. The only thing they had other then looks, was the fact that they both looked fantastic in Armani.

After several failed attempts at punishing Andrico for his blatent disregard of the rules, the Squires had given up on trying to tame his wayward twin... But Andre had never stopped worrying. There had to be a catch. Finally running his fingertips along the glowing red hood in front him, he sent a fervent warning to his other half. "Be careful Rico."

"I already checked for bombs Andre. Go take your new baby out for a run and stop being such a worry wort. I'll be home tomorrow."

"Love you bro."

"Ditto."

Andre smirked as the telepathic link he had always shared with his sibling faded and Rico returned to what he was doing. Since his brother had followed him into the world of the Dark Hunters that fateful night in 1612, they had become closer then ever, the bond they shared turning into an almost tangible connection. Over the centuries, he had never been more grateful for anything in his life. Amazing what the Spanish Inquisition could do for a relationship. Sliding into the driver seat, he paused a moment to take in the delicious scent of fine leather. Trick or not, this was going to be fun.