I think i made some mistakes in this :S . I think i got them all but if i didnt plz let me know
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Cooling fans whirled quietly as his systems onlined.
Bluestreak whined in discomfort, his door wings had been flattened against his back during recharge, causing a dull ache in the appendages.
He fidgeted trying to relieve the tension, only to realise he couldn't, something was pressed up tight against his back.
Dim blue optics fluttered online.
He stared in shock for a moment, smiling as the memories from last night replayed in his CPU.
He pressed closer to the yellow chest-plate.
Feeling someone lightly nuzzle his neck; he turned his head slightly, giggling as Sideswipe buried his helm once more into his neck.
The twins were so cute when they were recharging.
Bluestreak glanced up at the warrior in front of him, grinning as he continued to purr contently.
He shut of his optics, enjoying the feeling of the twins either side of him.
'I could stay like this forever' he sighed.
His fuel tank rumbled, proving that he in fact could not stay like this forever.
He lifted up Sunstreaker's arm from around his waist, pushing Sideswipe's leg off carefully.
Sparing a quick glance at the Lambo's, to make sure they were still in recharge, he wriggled off the berth.
Sideswipe groaned behind him, he froze, timidly looking over his shoulder. Sideswipe grunted and rolled over, obviously not happy with the loss of his warm pillow.
'Time to go to the rec room' he stretched, wings flaring behind him.
He slipped quietly out of the room.
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"Ya ain't going anywhere looking like that"
Bluestreak jumped in surprise.
"Looking like what?" He turned to face the grinning mech.
"Like that!" the saboteur gestured wildly at him.
"I mean look at ya! Ya covered in red and yellow paint!"
Bluestreak looked down at himself, flushing bright red as he realised he was indeed covered in streaks of red and yellow paint.
"Come wit' me" Jazz spun him around, herding him towards the wash racks.
"I'm gonna give ya a good repaintin'"
Bluestreak let himself be pushed along by the taller mech.
"Ya would tink are lovely lambo's would be a bit more careful"
Bluestreak stopped.
"How did you know about that?"
"Apart from da fact that ya covered in their paint" he smirked.
"They been crushin' on ya for a good…" Jazz counted off on his fingers.
"Two million years, not including stasis"
Bluestreak gaped wordlessly as Jazz began shoving him forward.
'Why didn't they tell me?'
As if sensing his unasked question, Jazz whispered.
"They were scared sparkless when they realised they liked ya, didn't know what ta do, both came to me for help once told 'em both they should just tell ya, ya know?"
Bluestreak nodded dumbly.
"They tanked me for da advice but they never did tell ya, I think after Ratchet finally got annoyed with them for swooning over ya and bashed their heads together, they realised that they should tell ya"
Bluestreak nodded once more, trying desperately not to laugh.
"But they didn't know how, so they tried to get ya attention with da only way they knew…"
Something clicked in Blue's CPU.
"They pranked me"
'Blaster was fragging right'
Jazz chuckled.
"Yep, rather amusing too"
Bluestreak scowled up at him.
"Who knew?"
"Well me of course, Prowl, Ratch, Perceptor, he figured it out on his own, 'Jack, Red Alert, Blaster and Bumblebee"
"…Bumblebee?"
"Yeah, he tried on more than one occasion to get 'em to change their tactic's"
They stepped into the wash racks. Jazz forced Bluestreak to sit down as he walked over to a cabinet.
"Didn't work though"
Bluestreak snorted.
"Hey, wait a minute! If you knew about this and Bumblebee did, why did you both help me with pranking the twins?"
Jazz laughed, returning with a paint canister.
"'Cus we thought it would be funny an' we wanted payback ourselves"
Bluestreak just stared at him.
"They tied Prowl down to our berth with bungee cords; took ages ta get off, ma plans for a night in were completely ruined"
Blue shivered, he really didn't want to know what those plans were.
Jazz smirked.
"Hold still"
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Jazz poked his head round the doorway, grinning broadly at the single occupant.
"Come on Blue"
The datsun yelped as Jazz dragged him into the rec room.
"Wow, nice paintjob Blue"
"Ain't it great, did it ma' self" Jazz spun the gunner around, making his processors spin.
"See you included a waxing in there as well"
"Well I thought might as well treat our baby Blue"
Bluestreak scowled at Jazz as he pushed him into a chair.
"I'm not a sparkling Jazz"
The saboteur merely danced away happily.
Loud sniggering drew his attention to the mech beside him.
"That mechs got a few circuits loose"
"You're telling me" Bluestreak grumbled, slipping down further in his seat.
The mech chuckled, patting him on his head.
"Soo..."
"So what?"
"You owe me a thank you"
Bluestreak quirked an optic ridge at the tape deck.
"Do I?"
Blaster's face deadpanned.
Bluestreak stared at him briefly, the previous night's events replaying in his CPU.
...
The twins looked incredibly pissed off; they were glaring at Blaster, both with a murderous rage shining in their optics.
Bluestreak gulped and looked up at Blaster.
"I think you should let go of me"
Blaster just grinned and moved them further away from the twins.
"Aw but were having so much fun"
"I'm serious Blaster"
Bluestreak shot a nervous glance towards the twins.
"Trust me" he murmured.
"You'll be thanking me for this tomorrow".
Bluestreak looked up at him curiously.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you'll see"
...
Bluestreak gaped at the orange mech who smirked back triumphantly.
"You did that on purpose!"
Blaster laughed.
"It was the only thing I could think of"
Bluestreak stuttered as an amused Jazz pranced back over. Two cubes in hand.
"Wasn't one of ya brightest ideas dude"
He handed one cube to Bluestreak. He took a quick sip of his own before flopping down next to him.
"Were you all in on this as well?"
"Nop" Jazz replied cheerfully. "Just me and 'im"
"Worked though didn't it"
"I really wish you could have thought of something better, than letting the twins beat you to scrap"
Blaster winced, rubbing his still sore nose.
"Yeah I wish I had to" A loud beep made all three mechs jump.
"Ah slag, I'm on monitor duty" Blaster stood up, downing his energon.
"With Huffer of all mechs!"
Jazz and Bluestreak giggled as Blaster sighed dramatically.
"Oh well see you around dudes"
Blaster clapped lightly between his doorwings.
"Here comes your lover boys" Blaster chuckled pointing to the doorway, where Sunstreaker and Sideswipe stood in all their flaming glory.
Twin expressions of rage on their faces as they glared at the CO.
"It seems they haven't quite got over me groping you before them" He smirked, waving happily at the Lamborghinis.
"See you later guys"
He squeezed Bluestreak's shoulder.
"Have fun"
He literally bounced passed the Lambo's, giving them both wide full grins.
"Oh wait Blaster!" Bluestreak twisted round in his seat.
"Yeah?" Blaster poked his head back round the door.
"Thanks"
Blaster grinned smugly before once again disappearing from view.
Jazz watched the display, visor flashing brightly in amusement.
"Well I'd love to stay Blue, but I got Patrol in a breem"
He quickly hugged the datsun, just to hear then twins growl behind him.
"You're going to have ya hands full with them"
Snickering he walked over to the twins. Pausing to whisper something to them.
Both twins looked a little scared as Jazz skipped out.
Bluestreak smiled, standing up as they marched over to him.
"What was that about?"
"Nothing" Sunstreaker muttered.
He shook his head, still smiling.
Sideswipe pulled the gunner closer to him.
"Next time tell us your going"
"I didn't want to wake you"
Sunstreaker ran a soothing hand down the joints of his wings. They twitched pleasantly under the calming touch.
"We wouldn't have cared"
Sideswipe kissed him gently.
Bluestreak laughed as Sideswipe tugged him over to the couch.
Sunstreaker sat on the other side, pulling the silver datsun so he was sitting on his lap.
Sideswipe nuzzled Blue lightly as Sunstreaker stroked his helm.
"Get a room you three! For Primus sake!"
All three mechs heads snapped round.
Ironhide glared at them, lips twitching in a poor attempt to hide his grin.
Bluestreak chuckled as the twins growled.
Ironhide winked at the gunner, collecting his rations and leaving the room.
The twins held Bluestreak closer between them.
"Blue?"
Bluestreak looked up at Sideswipe.
"Yeah?"
"We know it's soon but..." Sideswipe trailed off looking at his twin nervously.
"We want you to move in with us"
Bluestreak stared at them, a wide grin plastering his face.
"Of course"
Sideswipe breathed a loud sigh of relief.
"Good"
Sideswipe trailed a hand lazily over the sensitive seams in his armour, causing his intakes to hitch.
"Why don't we take this back to our quarters" Both twins leered at the gunner.
"You two are incorrigible" he sighed heavily.
"That wasn't a no"
The twins hauled Blue to his feet.
Unknown to the two Lamborghinis, leading him through the corridors, he smirked.
'I need to thank Blaster properly for this' He thought happily as Sunstreaker punched in the code to their quarters.
'This is going to be fun'
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End notes
Well not a great ending but then again its not ending
Now that this is fineshed i can get to work on ma sequel :P
Anyways hoped ya liked the 'last' chapter and the story as a whole :3