"You... just a puny little Decepticon... you?" Sunstreaker circled round the smaller, crimson mech like a vulture spiralling in the air above a carcass. His deep blue optics pierced through the shadows of the cave, making Sideswipe gulp and curl up a little tighter. "Who even are you?"
Sideswipe clenched a fist against his chest, biting back a fearful cry. He was smaller than most mechs; Starscream wanted him to appear younger than he really was, for some reason. Still, if he had to guess, he'd say the yellow Lamborgini was the same age as him.
"Well?" He looked up, the Autobot glaring impatiently.
"... What?"
"Your name runt; what is it?" Sideswipe bristled, then jumped to his pedes, yet only came up to the other Lambo's chest plate. So he stood on tipy-toes.
"Who do you think you're calling a runt, Auto-brat!" He snapped.
"I don't know. Because the runt I'm addressing still hasn't told me his name!" Sunstreaker folded his arms; the Decepticon was definitely cute and fiery, but slow. Very slow.
"... Sideswipe." THRUM.
Sunstreaker suddenly hunkered over, gripping his chest, choking slightly. The crimson mech flinched, then bent slightly. "You... wh-what?"
"... You okay, dude?" Sunstreaker shook his head, staying leaned over himself. Sideswipe stared for a minute; was he glitched? "... You're... Sunstreaker, right?" THRUM!
Sunstreaker straightened suddenly, taking a few brisk steps closer to Sideswipe, driving the alarmed little mech against the rocky wall. "Hey!" The Decepticon shrieked. "The frag are you doing?" Sunstreaker froze in place. What was he doing? The 'Con merely spoke his name, and he suddenly just wanted to pin him against the wall and... and...
"... What the frag are you?"
"A... A Decepticon, genius!"
"I can see that! What did you just do to me?" Sideswipe blinked.
"Do?"
"You said my name, and suddenly all I wanted to do was... was..." He clenched his fists, trembling slightly. "I've only ever wanted to touch Bluestreak that way!" He cried out. Sideswipe bawked, looking repulsed. "I know! So what the frag are you that makes me want take you in my arms like you're a slagging pleasure drone, Sideswipe?"
Suddenly, Sunstreaker found himself slammed against the wall. The tiny mech was a lot stronger than he looked. Speaking of Sideswipe, the crimson 'Con was now forcing his glossa down his throat so hard, Sunstreaker could only choke. And yet, he simply pulled him closer.
The kiss lasted for a while, until Sunstreaker came to his senses and shoved the smaller bot away.
"You..."
"I... I think I know what you meant now..." Sideswipe looked at the ground shamefully.
"... Because I said your name?" He nodded. Sunstreaker stared hard at the little mech. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen gigacycles." The same age as him?
"You look about twelve."
"My mum won't let me upgrade." Sunstreaker raised an optic brow, but Sideswipe only shrugged. "He says 'Cons take it easy on little bots with cute faces."
"You are pretty cute..." Sunstreaker glanced towards the entrance of the cave, then back to Sideswipe. "Who's your mother?"
"Air Commander Starscream."
"Isn't the Air Commander a mech?"
"And a Seeker." Ah; back in the Golden Days of Cybertron, Seeker were used for breeding and entertainment purposes first and foremost. The centuries of slavery did, at some point, ignite a shared hatred for almost all other models. They were known for being the only all-mech model that could carry Sparklings.
"That explains it. My mother is-"
"Elita 1. I know."
"... Okay, then you should know my father-"
"Is Optimus Prime, again; I know." Sunstreaker nodded in approval.
"Who's your father?" Sideswipe bit his lower lip and scrunched up his face, bright red optics squinted beyond recognition. "Tender subject?"
"Big time."
"I apologise then." They were silent for a long while, not looking away, yet not quite looking at each other either. "I assume you felt that pull too?"
"Kinda hard to miss." Sideswipe nodded. Sunstreaker rubbed his chin; there had to be a practical reason. Actually, ever since his early days, he'd had trouble with his Spark. It always ached, to the point where the pain drove him to try and distract himself from it by inflicting greater pain, either on himself or someone else. But now, standing next to Sideswipe, he felt almost... complete.
And simply mentioning the 'Con's name made a carnal heat bloom in his chest, but he did his best to ignore it.
"You know..." Sunstreaker looked down; Sideswipe was shuffling around, kicking the dusty ground. "Ever since I was a Sparkling... my chest has always hurt. My brothers helped, my half-brothers; I got to take the frustration out on them in our play fights. Or our real fights." The yellow Lambo's optics widened, fingers digging into the rock behind him. "But right now... it's not hurting any more. Actually... I feel great." Sideswipe looked up and grinned at him, childishly round optics glimmering in the dim light. Sunstreaker stared for a moment, then crouched to one knee and pulled Sideswipe into a gently embrace.
"Funnily enough... me too." He muttered, stroking the little mech's back. Sideswipe placed his arms around the Autobot's neck, and found he couldn't help the urge to press their chest plates together. Thankfully, Sunstreaker complied without a fuss.
"Something's gotta be off... or on." The crimson mech shrugged. Sunstreaker nodded, his strange helm fins bumping Sideswipe's stubby horns a little.
"Agreed... I think we should-" A pain ripped through his chest, like a blade had pierced his spark in one swift, cold-hearted blow. He shrieked in agony, lurching forward and knocking Sideswipe onto his back. He clawed at his own yellow plating, crying out as the white hot pain raced through his circuits all at once, like the feeling was searching for something deep inside him.
And through that pain, he noticed Sideswipe was screaming too.
As quickly as it had begun, it ended. The agony receded, and he was left with a strange emptiness. He pushed himself up over Sideswipe with one arm, the other hugged around his chest. He shuddered and shook his helm, trying to remove the foggy numbness in his cranium.
"Father!" Sideswipe suddenly howled. He hated his father so much, but he could only cry at his death. And he could feel it, but, on the plus side; his mother was fine. Starscream was actually... happy! Sunstreaker suddenly punched the ground beside his head, glaring deep into his crimson optics.
"What do you mean... father?"
