Blurr walked down the street, hugging himself. It happened again, the dreams. It was always the same after he found out he was going to have spilt-spark twins. He had been in a room, a unknown mech standing before him, torturing his sparklings, his life. Viciously, he shook his helm, trying to forget it, he continued, numb to the world. Blurr never noticed he was being followed.
The mech slammed a servo over his mouth, preventing him from calling for help. Blurr's optics widened, then narrowed. He struggled to escape, but the mech knew what he was doing.
The mech dragged him toward an empty alley, pinning his back to the wall. Blurr finally got a good look of the mech. He was tall, armor sleek, the colors black, greean, and white. Golden optics stared back at him, a smirk on his lips.
"Hey handsome, the name is Electroshadow," he purred, stroking his side. Blurr knew immediately what he wanted. He was fragging SPARKED! Okay sure, he may not look like it, but he's sparked! His twins are probably going to be born anytime this week and this mech wants to interface with him!? Pass. Glaring at him, he hissed, "Not interested. Can I go now?" The mech's optics narrowed, amusement gleaming in his optics.
"Aw, come on. Don't you want to have some fun?" Electroshadow asked, lust flickering in E.M Field. Blurr scowled, annoyed. He didn't want to interface with him, can't he get that through his thick helm?! If he doesn't let him go, Blurr is going to FUCKING stab him in his phallus!
Blurr glared, snarling, "I told you, I ain't interested!" Now Electroshadow looked annoyed. His lips curled into a snarl, rage now gleaming in his optics. Oh, Electroshadow was going to regret ever thinking about keeping him here.
"You know, when I say I want to interface, you have to do it." He said, smugness in his field. Now Blurr knew where he was from. He was a fragging NOBLE! He swears the mechs and femmes there teach their sparklings to be spoiled little BRATS! Growling at him, he punched him in the face. The furious feral look he gave Blurr made him realize he was screwed, very screwed.
Blurr glared at Electroshadow, the mech holding a dagger dripping with energon. Blurr had a new wound in his leg, stopping him from running. Electroshadow glared down at him, fury in his optic. The other one was scratched shut when he got to close.
Wonder how this will end, Blurr mused.