Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers, I just like to write about them.
Author's note: If you've already read The Price We Pay then you know how this ends, if not you may want to read that first but this is show that I did put some thought into Sunstreakers recovery, rather than him just being suddenly better than anything else but it was fun to write. The reason why it didn't end up in The Price We Pay is because it does contain interfacing, although it's not really of a sexual nature, as I hope I've managed to explain before I see interfacing is a simple and effective method of data transfer, it's what is transferred that can make it pleasant for them. Thanks again to Daebereth for betaing. Enjoy.
Worth the Cost
The door hissed closed behind Bluestreak and the young mech looked at his lover. It was the first time he had seen Sunstreaker since he and Sideswipe had locked him in the isolation room and the gunner had to admit that he was nervous. But, he was also determined. Prime's announcement had forced him to think some things over. He knew that changes were coming and there were some things that had to be said and done.
"I don't think you should be alone with me yet," Sunstreaker muttered without looking up. "I don't want to hurt you again."
"You can't," Bluestreak said softly. "I know what I'm doing."
"Do you?" Sunstreaker snapped. "You've never seen what I'm capable of, what I did earlier is nothing in comparison."
"I'm not scared of you."
"You should be," the yellow twin hissed, as he slid off the berth. His optics burned almost white with rage as he moved toward the younger mech with deadly grace. "I know what you fear, what haunts you and I could use that to destroy you before you could even think about calling for help."
"If you wanted me dead I would be," Bluestreak stated calmly. "I've known that for vorns and I don't care. My life is where it's always been, in your hands."
He couldn't help but notice the strain in Sunstreaker's movements that appeared as he spoke - his lover was trying to keep himself away from him.
"Get out of here," Sunstreaker warned.
Without flinching Bluestreak took a step closer. "No," he said defiantly.
Sunstreakers hands clenched into tight fists, "I can tear you apart."
"Do it. The door's locked, no one is coming to help me."
The yellow fist missed his face by inches and shattered a monitor close to his head. "That was your last warning."
Bluestreak caught his wrist and pulled it out of the ruined screen. He found himself rammed against the wall before anything else registered in his processor, his door-wings pinned painfully and Sunstreaker's free hand crushing the fuel lines in his throat before he could react.
His time was up. If he didn't act fast enough he was dead. If what he had planned didn't work, he was dead and if he died, nothing would be able to save Sunstreaker. These thoughts shot through his C.P.U. at a higher speed than he thought it was capable of as his own hand moved feverishly to establish the hard-line connection.
Sunstreaker's raw anger hit him like a missile and the impact would have thrown him off his feet if he hadn't been trapped, but he was ready with his own actions and flooded the link between them with his love for the mech he had chosen to spend his life with.
"I love you Sunny," he whispered. The words weren't necessary but he wanted to say them.
A few moments that seemed to last forever went by before Sunstreaker relented and sagged into his arms, letting him soothe away the wrath that threatened to devour him, cooling the anger that was on the point of burning him up and filling the void under those emotions.
"Blue, stop," Sunstreaker pleaded.
"It's alright Sunny," he whispered but the sudden waves of panic that rolled through their link made him ease off and break the connection as gently as he could. He wrapped his lover in a gentle embrace. "Talk to me Sunny, what's wrong?"
"I'm alright," the warrior said in a voice thick with static. "I didn't think you could do it and I could have hurt you so easily."
"Easy now," Bluestreak murmured feeling his lover tremble in his arms. "I knew what I was doing."
"You did. I could feel it through the uplink. You were incredible."
"Thanks." Bluestreak smiled. "Sit down Sunny," he prompted and once they were both settled on the edge of the berth he spoke again. "Do you want to tell me what happened at the end? It felt you were scared of me."
"A little," Sunstreaker admitted, "I never thought you could over-power me, I was losing myself to you and I couldn't…" he broke off to cycle air through his vents and started again. "I've wanted to bond to you for vorns, but I understand your reasons for not wanting to, so I won't ask you again. But, just now it was all I could do to stop myself."
"I know," Bluestreak said sadly as he pushed himself closer to reassure them both. "I've been feeling the same for a while and I've made my decision."
Sunstreaker looked at him questioningly.
"We can't fight what's meant to be for much longer, but I'm going to ask you to hold off for a while. Prime's mounting a mission to find new energon sources and he'll need his warriors for that, but once we have them I'm going to go into different training, become a engineer or maybe a medic, anything that'll get me off the front-line," he pulled Sunstreaker's face closer to his own so that they were optic to optic, "And once I've done that I'm bonding you."
Tender, golden fingers brushed his cheek and settled on the more sensitive cables of his neck. "You mean that?" Sunstreaker asked softly.
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't," Bluestreak whispered. "You're the only mech I've ever been in love with, you've been patient and you've protected me, you know my faults but love me anyway, and more than anything else, I want to live the rest of my life with you."
The pair settled down into a comfortable embrace, completely ignorant of the rest of the world around them. Sunstreaker smiled at his young lover, nuzzled his faceplates affectionately and whispered, "Love you Blue."
