Honest Lies

oOo

Hook lay in the quarters that he had been assigned near the medical bay, looking around him. The walls were blank and hideously orange with a few empty shelves lining the walls. The berth was comfortable enough and if Hook turned off the lights he could stand the orange color.

-:- Hook? -:-

-:- Yes, Scrapper? -:-

-:- Where are you? Megatron said that you were out on a mission. -:-

-:- I'm at the Autobot based, disguised as a medic. -:-

-:-…-:-

-:- Scrapper?-:-

-:- You are obsessed. -:- Scrapper stated before closing the bond and leaving Hook in silence to think.

Hook was incredibly obsessive compulsive on a normal day. A perfectionist would be a light term to describe Hook.

Mechs, items, fads and other things could become Hook's destructive focus. Unfortunately, the Constructicon had been created during an era when perfection had been the goal and most mechs would do anything to get it. That fashion had faded out but Hook still strived for the unrealistic goal of perfection.

Hook had been young when the fad had come to being and, in desperation to reach perfection had forced himself into a strange façade that his brothers had not understood and had worried over.

His gestalt brothers had tried to break him of his obsession, but had failed miserably when Hook had simply found a new focus for his fanatical personality: beauty and perfection in other mechs.

The gruesome trophies of his medical bay were scavenged from medical bay visits and old battles and most mechs would feel their energon tanks heave when they saw the place.

Then Bluestreak had come along and Hook's compulsive ways took on a more dangerous tint to them. Every moment of every day was spent obsessively fawning over Bluestreak from afar, cooing and muttering to himself about how beautiful and perfect the younger mech was.

Now his obsessions were endangering himself again and he was simply smirking at its face.

oOo

Hook walked up to Bluestreak the next afternoon as the young gunner sat in the rec room drinking a cube of energon. Hook leaned over and grasped Bluestreak's chin gently, kissing him slowly and tenderly, swiping his glossa over the younger mech's parted lips but not entering just yet. Bluestreak whimpered and traced his own tongue over Hook's – no, to him it was Kooh, not Hook – lips as the older mech pulled away.

"The energon is good…" Hook licked his lips and Bluestreak blushed brightly, covering his face as other mechs began to murmur.

"You're very fast." Blue whispered as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe sent Hook a purely murderous look. "I thought that most mechs liked to take it slow."

"We are, I wouldn't want your creator to come on my tailpipe like a mech from the Pit." Hook chuckled, tapping Bluestreak's nose. The younger mech shifted shyly and smiled.

Frag, he was falling hard and fast, and why was his spark pounding so hard he felt like it would burst out of his chassis.

"Did you talk to him?"

"Yes, and he gave me permission to do this." Hook leaned forward and kissed Bluestreak again, pulling away and smirking as he kept his lips inches from Bluestreak's. "And this." Hook slid a hand down Bluestreak's waist as he gave Bluestreak a slight nuzzle with his lips against Blue's own mouth. "And this." Pulling Bluestreak flush against his body, Hook thrust his glossa into the warm, wet cavern and purred softly into the datsun's mouth as Bluestreak reached up and grabbed his shoulders tightly.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Sunstreaker and Sideswipe glared at Hook and the disguised Decepticon looked up at them nonchalantly.

"Kissing this gorgeous little mech."

"And who died and made you Primus?" Sunstreaker asked, Hook quirking an optic ridge.

"Apparently the same thing that crawled up your tailpipe and deactivated." Hook shot back and the golden twin pulled his fist back, sending it hurtling towards Hook.

Before anyone could se anything there was a scalpel in "Kooh's" ahdn and he held it to Sunstreaker's face while he held the golden twin's fist in his own spider-like hand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Kooh whispered, optics boring into Sunstreaker's as the golden twin snarled.

"Why don't we take this to the sparing rings and see if you could take care of him better than two melee warriors." Sideswipe growled behind the tall mech and Kooh grinned devilishly when Bluestreak began to protest.

"Why not? It might be a bit of a challenge for me."

oOo

Bluestreak poked his fingers together nervously as he stood on the edge of the sparring ring, looking at Kooh as the tall medic examined his long fingers the way a human woman might examine her nails after a manicure. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe glared at him from one end of the ring and Ratchet stood between the three mechs.

"Now remember, I don't want you three in pieces so no weapons other than hands, feet and teeth." Ratchet barked before leaving the ring.

The two warrior mechs charged Kooh and the medic watched them. Just when they were close enough to touch him the medic ducked and slammed his slight shoulders into their knees, sending them both to the ground. Kooh stood and sneered down at them.

"I'm incredibly impressed, really." Sunstreaker roared with rage as he stood and threw a punch to Kooh's face. The medic dodged to the side and grabbed the fist, using Sunstreaker's own momentum to throw him across the workout area and into a wall.

"One down." Kooh didn't get to finished as a swift kick to the back of his head sent him hurtling to the ground. Sensor's realigning, Kooh watched as Sideswipe raised his foot to crush Kooh's skull and the medic rolled out of the way so that he was between the larger mech's legs and grabbed the knee joints, working slim fingers into the gaps of armor to pinch a certain cable in each joint.

Sideswipe shouted in pain as he toppled backwards, Kooh releasing his knee joints and standing, turning just in time to see Sunstreaker about to ram him in the back. Bluestreak squeaked in surprise when Sunstreaker lifted Kooh and threw him across the room. Or tried to.

Being smaller had its advantages and one of them was flexibility and an incredible strength in his hands. Kooh latched onto Sunstreaker's arm, wrapping one leg around the gold twin's neck and grabbing his ankle, jerking his leg back so that he was cutting off the energon supply to Sunstreaker's processors. The gold twin's grip loosened and faltered and he released the black and purple mech, falling to the ground almost unconscious. A scalpel shot into Kooh's hand and he raised it, holding it over Sideswipe's face as the toehr twin came online.

"Want to try your luck again, kid?" Kooh hissed and Sideswipe stared at the medic before slowly shaking his head "no".

Kooh stood and walked over to Bluestreak, who was gaping at him in shock, The medic grabbed the gunner about the waist and kissed him firmly, marking his territory and showing every mech that Bluestreak was taken. The young datsun went limp in his arms, clinging to slight shoulders and whimpering as he stood on the tips of his toes to reach Kooh's mouth. Pulling away with a decided smack Kooh looked around and smirked.

"Anyone else feel lucky?"

No one stepped forward to face the new medic.

"Thought so."

oOo

"Where did you learn moves like that? Oh my Primus that was so awesome!" Bluestreak fawned over Kooh as the older mech sat next to him outside, the two mechs watching the sunset intermittently between chatting together. Kooh smiled and looked at Bluestreak.

"I hear you're a pretty good mech to have at your back too."

"Well, yeah, I'm the Autobot sniper, but I'm not good at hand to hand." Bluestreak looked at Kooh before blushing and looking away.

It was true that Kooh was old enough to be his creator and most of the Autobots were unsure of him, but Bluestreak trusted him. Still, another part of him felt a bit scared of the medic. Ever since the incident with Hook… Bluestreak shuddered at the thought, causing Kooh to look at him.

"Are you cold?" Bluestreak shook his head in embarrassment and Kooh reached out to feel Bluestreak's face and cheeks with the back of his hand. Blue resisted the urge to moan at the touch of the cool hand against his warm plating. "You're warm, are you alright?" Buestreak looked up into blue optics and trembled, his own green optics filled with longing and a slight fear. "What' wrong?"

"N-nothing… you just remind me of… someone I know…" Bluestreak looked away and Kooh reached over to place a slim hand on Blue's shoulder.

"Tell me about them." Bluestreak paused before pulling his knees to his chest and resting his chin on them, tucking his doorwings next to his back.

"H-he… He kidnapped me… A few months ago… he's a Decepticon…" Kooh's expression immediately turned blank and Bluestreak continued, wondering why he was confiding in this practically strange mech that he had only known for two days what he had been too afraid to confide in mechs he had known his entire life. Perhaps it was the way the mech seemed to radiate safety and protection, the way his kisses made Bluestreak feel genuinely treasured and loved.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"H-he's so much like you… His voice is a little bit different and he's bigger and has green instead of black on his armor, but he's… graceful… like you… He's the Decepticon medic also and… The way he handles himself… you admire him…" Bluestreak trembled at the memories. He had admired Hook, the medic who searched for perfection and appreciated the beauty around him. He had, perhaps not loved, but he had lusted over the Constructicon. Then he had been raped and forced into a bond with such a perfect monster that it terrified him.

Blue jumped when he felt a slim, comforting hand on the base of his doorwing, fingers stroking gently.

"In order to forget about pain, often we must forgive those who inflicted such pain."

"How could I ever do that?" Bluestreak sobbed, covering his face. "He took my optics… My blue optics… He just cut them out."

"Do you know why he did that?" Kooh asked, moving to cradle Blue to his chest. Bluestreak shook his head.

"He said they were pretty."

"I'm sure that they were gorgeous… If this mech appreciated beauty then he probably saw just how beautiful you were and wanted a small piece of that beauty."

Bluestreak sniffed gently and looked up at Kooh.

"You think I'm beautiful?" Kooh smiled and cupped Bluestreak's chin, pressing their mouths together gently. Releasing Bluestreak's jaw he allowed the younger mech to lead the kiss, knowing that in order to gain trust he'd have to let Bluestreak control their encounters until the time was right. Bluestreak moaned when long fingers stroked his thighs, turning so that their chests were pressed together along with their hips.

Hook pulled away, panting softly when Bluestreak tried to reclaim the kiss. Hook endulged the youngling, feeling small hands grasping the sides of his chest compulsively. The Decepticon growled into the kiss as Bluestreak gasped and pressed against him, pushing Hook back so that the older mech was beneath him. Hook looked up at Bluestreak and grinned.

"Going a bit fast, aren't we?" Bluestreak whimpered and gasped, pressing his chest to Hook's firmly so as to feel the energy of the other.

"I've never felt like this for any other mech." Blue whispered, his interface panel grinding against Hook's wantonly. The medic leaned up and cupped Bluestreak's aft, holding the smaller mech in place as he pressed their hips together.

"What about creator dearest? He'd probably fry a logic circuit if he saw us now."

"Where's you're sense of adventure?" Blue whispered against Hook's neck, hands groping over the older mech's body. Worn plating painted over so many times, well oiled joints that should have seized up at least once in the fight yet had remained strong. Finally Blue grasped the slim hands, kissing the palm gently.

"Blue, I hope you won't regret this in the morning." Hook stated as he picked up the gunner and held him bridal style. Blue squeaked in surprise, arms shooting around Hook's neck for support. The other mech grinned and carried Bluestreak down to the Ark, walking through embarrassingly busy halls to Bluestreak's quarters. A few mechs laughed, some sent them dirty looks but most of the wolf-whistled and catcalled, one calling out down the hall "Hey Prowl, your kid's getting laid before you are!".

But no one stopped them.