A collection of oneshots from G1, Prime, Bayverse, and Animated. 112: Gestalt, IDW, Optimus Prime and Optimus Maximus and Megatron. 113: Band of Brothers, G1, Starscream and the Dinobots. 114: Bun in the Oven, G1, Megatron and an Ensemble.
Description: The battle ring is the only time they feel alive, sparks perfectly in sync.
The roar of the crowd is loud enough that it rattles over Sideswipe's plating and through his spark chamber. He grins, leaping back to avoid the swipe of his opponent's claws. Too slow, mech.
Beside him, Sunstreaker is toying with his opponent. The larger, sturdier mech bristles with weaponry, but hasn't managed to score so much as a scratch on Sunstreaker's shiny finish.
This bout is ridiculous, so far below their skill level that Sideswipe wonders what their proprietor was thinking to schedule it. They're drawing things out just for the sake of the crowd.
Another skilled twist and Sideswipe dodges his opponent again, lazily ducking up behind the mech and slamming his palm into the mech's helm. The ring of metal on metal barely rises above the din and clamor of the cheering crowd. Another sharp jab of Sideswipe's servo into the mech's neck and he drops, twitching on the ground.
Sunstreaker skates around his own opponent, twin blades cutting a deadly swipe over the back of one leg. Energon spurts in a dull-blue fountain, mingling with the brighter magenta of cooling fluid. The mech goes down to one knee, his other leg useless.
The twins exchange a glance, the heat of battle rising in their circuits. The only time they feel alive, sparks perfectly in sync.
The cheers get louder, making Sideswipe's audials ring. The announcer says something he can't make out, but the rumble in the flooring explains much. Sideswipe turns, seeing the gates to either side of the ring rising, more opponents pouring through the openings.
More victims really.
Sideswipe laughs, flicking his wrist, letting his energon blade slide out of its sheath. Now this is a challenge. Beside him, Sunstreaker is silent, his expression set with deadly intent. Sideswipe can feel the pulse of his brother's spark, however. A perfect contrast, a perfect opposite, complimentary in all the best ways, pulsing the same desire to rend and destroy.
They move forward, together as one, ignoring their half-defeated opponents behind them. They'll finish them with the rest of the soon-to-be scrap roaring their direction.
Blaster fire erupts from the charging mechs. Sideswipe doesn't so much as flinch as it scores his plating. Instead he leaps upward, diving down into the middle of the tangle of mechs sent to slaughter. The first feel of his blade biting into foreign metal is music to his audials. And Sunstreaker is right behind him, a silent but lethal presence at his back. The way things are meant to be.
a/n: I love writing Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. They are badaft to the extreme. *grins*
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