First of all!
Cookies to Kyd Wykyd for selecting the name of this story! Most of my planning came out of this one, so that's the name I chose! Everyone else… have some energon goodies! *throws them at readers*
Second of all!
The updating of this story may run slower to the other two as it is still in the planning stages... and strangely I've gone a skipped a couple of chapters so I need to go back and write them... anyway!
Now, enjoy the third story in the Sparks series!
::Bond::
Thought
"Speaking"
~Comm link~
The Elite base was finally silent after 4 megacycles of pained crying. The members of the Guard themselves were happy that they had a new addition to their team, but… most of them forgot how loud sparklings scream…
After calming Aerofire and Skystorm for the fifth time, Blitzwing gave up and let the sparklings recharge the rest of the night between them; Jetfire keeping one of the little charges close as he tried to fall back into his attempted recharge. Blitzwing silently watched him, noting the youngling's struggles and then gave in and crawled over the berth, shaking the jet's shoulder gently.
"Jetfire, zhis isn't vorking…" he told the youngling softly; said-jet's optics flickering online dimly as he glanced up at the triple-changer. "Yes, zhey're in recharge, but jhou seem to be having trouble…"
Jetfire gently shifted Aerofire aside, resting him beside his brother, and then half sat up; leaning back on his elbows before he spoke.
"A-Am I keeping you awake?" he asked softly, staring directly into Icy's red optics; never once forgetting the reason why he'd bonded with the Decepticon…
Blitzwing only shook his helm, positioning the sparklings on his side of the berth and crawling over them, leaning over Jetfire timidly.
"It's not jhou, it's zhem," he admitted, tracing a digit along the youngling's forehelm while shooting a quick glance over their sparklings. "Vhat are ve going to do, Jetfire?"
Said-jet quietly pushed him off and sat up, crossing his legs as he sat in thought. He knew they had to keep the sparklings nearby, or else they'd cry again… And Sentinel had warned him about what would happen if they were woken from recharge again… well technically the whole Guard had…
"They seem happy enough now," Jetfire then insisted, forcing a smile as he watched Aerofire roll onto his front; tail twitching slightly in discomfort. "Maybe we should just put them back in their crib?"
"I'll do it," Blitzwing offered, sitting up and taking the two mechlings in his arms. "Jhou need jhour recharge… Besides, you are still just a youngling…"
Jetfire rolled his optics and lay back down, settling comfortably on the berth before powering down for the night, but he couldn't shake off the triple-changer's words. Sure, he was still a youngling, but he knew he could handle two sparklings… Not alone, of course… And even if that did happen, Jetfire still had his brother and the other Autobots to turn to. With that thought on his processor, the youngling almost missed Blitzwing lace his digits around his middle; the triple-changer's cheek nuzzling against the youngling's neck as he fell into recharge.
"Ich liebe dich, mein Jüngling…" he murmured, then falling silent for the night. A smile crept across Jetfire's faceplates, and he set his servos over the Decepticon's after repeating his words.
"Ich liebe dich auch ... Sie freche Dreifach-Wechsler Sie ..."
Blitzwing heard his words; the triple-changer refusing recharge as he turned his helm slightly and nibbled at the youngling's neck-cables. Jetfire onlined with a small whimper, wriggling a little in his spark-mate's arms.
"Ooh, jhou've had practice… I can hear it, sveetspark…" Blitzwing complimented; his glossa dancing along the delicate cables in Jetfire's neck. The jet simply responded with a shudder, keeping him away as he rolled over to face the Decepticon.
"You're a good teacher," he teased, wrapping his arms around Blitzwing's neck as they drew closer together and Jetfire managed to plant a kiss on the triple-changer's lips. Blitzwing didn't protest to that, happily kissing him back before tucking in his wings and rolling onto his back, pulling Jetfire with him. The youngling found that an opportunity to tease him more but Blitzwing caught on to his plans and; switching to Hothead, quickly stopped him after grabbing the youngling's servos in his own.
"Uh-uh-uh, vhat did I just say?" he scowled. Jetfire ignored it.
"You said I'd had practice…" he repeated innocently, sitting back and placing a digit over his mouthplates. "You also said you could hear it."
"Zhat didn't mean I vanted jhou to tease me…" Blitzwing insisted sternly, but the humour was clear in his voice as he spoke. Jetfire stuck out his glossa, muttering 'No fun' before proceeding to remove the visor covering Hothead's optics. The triple-changer let him do as he pleased, then staring back at his own reflection from the youngling's glass-casing on his chassis.
"Jhou vant me to not vear it as often?"
"Please don't…" Jetfire whimpered, crawling forward to lie back down against the triple-changer's chassis, getting comfortable before offlining his optics. "I can see more of you without it…"
Blitzwing scoffed teasingly at his comment, wrapping his arms around him protectively as they both started to fall back into their interrupted recharge.
"Vhatever jhou say, sveetspark… Vhatever jhou say…"
There; have some cheeky BlitzFire to start this story off :3
Wait… Here's what Blitz and Jetfire said:
Ich liebe dich, mein Jüngling – I love you, my youngling
Ich liebe dich auch ... Sie freche Dreifach-Wechsler Sie – I love you too... You naughty triple-changer
Next chapter…. Go on and guess who's P.O.V it'll be! I'll give you a cookie!
