Sunstreaker/Bluestreak pairing, G1, Earth-based. Inspired by The Kooks, Naive. The song's guitar part sets a slightly darker cast to the lyrics for me than was probably intended (even if for the purposes of this snippet I completely disregarded the chorus). War means nobody can afford to be so innocent, regardless of age or personality.
Edited 11/6/2012- cosmetics, elaborated, grammar. I like this one a lot.
So- yeah. Ficcage here.
He was an artist; attracted by lines, shapes, colours, textures...
He'd caught the other mech's optics, and fallen. CPU kicking and screaming on the way down, nevertheless finally admitting to himself that he wanted to sweep up the other mech and never let him go. He was so innocent, one of the youngest, so naive despite his accumulated battle experience.
So alluring.
It was during a battle when he finally admitted it. Skywarp distracted by his twin, Starscream on the ground for once (shooting Megatron, so perhaps it wasn't such a surprise), leaving Thundercracker for the golden twin to deal with.
Except the blue jet decided to go after someone a little easier to target.
Sunstreaker's spark froze and he felt his brother nudge him as it traversed the twins' bond. "Bluestreak!" He yelled loud enough to be heard over the battle noise. "Get down!"
The gunner whirled and spotted the seeker bearing down on him. Sunstreaker saw the surprise cross the mech's face, saw him freeze in the middle of the battlefield (-still so unused to battle- how the frag has he survived this long- why is he even here- what do they think he'll be able to do-), and cursed when Bluestreak either refused to, or just couldn't move away from the new threat. Running flat out over the battlefield, he grabbed the Datsun and threw both of them to the ground as shots struck the rocks behind them. Shrapnel struck his back as he protected Bluestreak with his own frame. Sensing out the severity of the tiny scratches, he winced: Ratchet refused to patch up paintwork injuries. Finally, the shower stopped, and he rose himself onto his elbows, freeing the trapped gunner. "You okay?" He asked softly. Bluestreak nodded, and scrambled out from beneath him.
Sunstreaker got to his feet and locked his optics on Thundercracker, who was wheeling around for another pass. "Let him come," he growled, feeling the anger rise. If he'd been a bit slower, if Bluestreak hadn't heard him... "I'll cause some fragging paint scratches and more!"
By this point, most Autobots would be backing away. Despite the generally-accepted-as-pleasing frame (his vanity was not misplaced), the golden twin looked feral: optics bright, weapons bared and vocaliser snarling. Bluestreak didn't see that. All he could see was his beautiful saviour. The one who'd stopped him becoming the latest casualty in this Primus-forsaken war. And when he'd been trapped by the twin, when he'd been held in his arms... he'd felt the Lamborghini trembling. In his optics, he'd seen more than battle-lust, he'd seen something most Autobots thought the melee fighter incapable of.
He'd seen fear. Fear for him.
Sunstreaker cared about Bluestreak.
"Sunstreaker!" He yelled after the twin before he disappeared into the madness again. Wondering if he was going crazy, and if it should feel so good, he grabbed the Lamborghini by the shoulders and kissed him, like he'd seen human couples do.
Would Sunstreaker understand?
"Sunstreaker!" Bluestreak was calling him, and some of the rage subsided. Slightly. Enough so that he could turn away from the coming fight for a moment. He saw the Datsun step towards him, and wondered what he was doing-
Bluestreak kissed him. Right in the middle of a battle. Bluestreak kissed him. Sunstreaker almost froze himself (stupid thing to do in the middle of a battle- does the naive glitch have any sense- why did I have to like him- is he really...-) as his infatuation made the move himself to prove it two-sided.
"Bluestreak?" he put the question in his tone, pulling away after a moment.
"Be careful, that seeker's still out there and now Starscream's joined him and Megatron's fighting with Prime and you've only got me to watch your back..."
Sunstreaker couldn't believe the Datsun could string together one of his trademark sentences even in during a fight. "Bluestreak," he interrupted. "I'll be okay. Especially," he added with a wicked smirk, "now I've got that in my memory banks. Hm." He pondered the situation for a second (and the others thought he and his twin never considered any sort of strategy). "Keep Starscream busy for a minute. I'll just be taking care of Thundercracker." He knew savage glee was written on his face. He enjoyed fighting. Let Prime frag himself if he didn't like it, and the other Autobots could join in if they thought he cared that they didn't like him too much for it.
Bluestreak though, sweet, innocent, naive little Bluestreak- he saw the savage glee and accepted it as a part of Sunstreaker. "I'll try." The Datsun pressed close for one last kiss before the Lamborghini broke off and yelled for Thundercracker to get his 'slag-modelled, rust-ridden, pit-bound frame' close enough for him to repay the damages his own had suffered. With interest, of course.
Bluestreak smiled at the comment- it might be a dangerous plan, but it was what made the golden twin happy- and raised his rifle, sighting along the barrel for the third seeker. He had something to protect, something to fight for- more than a ghost city and ideals he couldn't remember. His crosshairs lined up on Starscream, and without hesitation Bluestreak pulled the trigger.
Direct hit. Not enough to put the seeker out of the battle, but Starscream could be heard running his vocaliser from the gunner's relatively secure position as he scanned the ground for the offending shooter. The seeker was completely distracted from the decepticon's plan, only interested in finding the mech who'd shot him.
The Datsun smiled (the plan was working- Sunstreaker's that little bit safer- I'm doing something right-) and sighted for the second time, aiming for the same area.
Something to protect, so I'll see him again sooner. They had a lot unspoken between them. Maybe it was time to have out with it, and see what could grow between the pair. Maybe he'd march straight up to Sunstreaker after the decepticons retreated and kiss him again in full view of their comrades, not distracted this time by the battle. Maybe Sunstreaker would march up to him instead.
The post-battle confusion, he thought, was going to be interesting...
