52 chapters! WHEWWW!
More Draco!
Oh, there was a mistake with chapters 42 and 43. I had accidentally uploaded 43 instead of 42 than posted 43 again... so you might wanna go back and read 42 now that it is fixed. Some important info in there.
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Draco sucked on his treat, his wide optics focused on his carrier's chest. He was aware of the mechs around him talking. Draco could only understand some of what they said, but he wasn't even paying attention. His creators were acting funny, probably because of the voices in their chests. The pretty seeker and one of the bigger mechs were acting funny too. Did they have something in their chests too? Draco couldn't hear them. As it was, the one in sire's chest was more like an echo. But the one in carriers was loud and clear. She didn't talk like their creators, but he understood her.
The pretty seeker jumped up suddenly, making Draco squeak. His sister projected surprise and curiosity. Draco tried his best to use images to tell her what happened. Her curiosity subsided, though it took awhile for her to settle down again. His sire grumbled at the pretty seeker. The pretty mech pouted and crossed his arms, sitting next to Draco's carrier and resting his head against his arm.
Draco was suddenly jealous. He was his carrier! Draco crawled off his sire's lap, his sire gasping when Draco nearly fell off the couch. Draco tried to stand, but it was nearly impossible on the soft material, so he crawled over onto his carrier's lap and glared at the seeker.
The seeker blinked at him and pouted. He could feel his carrier shaking with laughter as he placed a gentle hand on his sparklings back. The seeker harrumphed and stood, stomping to his sire's side and instead sitting next to him, once again resting his head against his shoulder. His sire didn't seem to like it very much, but was too lazy to make him move.
"NOOOO!" Draco screeched. He moved quickly back onto his sire's lap. He didn't want him to have carrier, but he didn't want him to have sire even more! The seeker laughed and moved back to his carrier. Draco glared at him. If he moved back there, he would just take his sire. After carefully considering his options, Draco settled back onto his sire's lap, crossing his arms.
"Hmph."
The entire room erupted in laughter. Draco pouted. What was so funny? His sister was asking him, but he didn't know. His sire lifted him up and held Draco against his spark. Draco reached up to touch his sire's face. He got the desired reaction when his sire smiled at him and gently touched his face. Draco settled down, ready for a nap. The soft pulsing had almost sent him off to sleep when his optics flew open. His sister was panicking. He his sire's grip tighten. Sire felt it too, right?
Draco growled as the two new members of the crew joined the group. Two red bots, who looked like mech and femme versions of each other. The femme went straight for Draco, a bright smile on her face. When she reached for him, he snuggled closer to his sire's chest and hid his face, hoping that since he couldn't see her, she couldn't see him. He felt his sire's chest rumble as he spoke. Draco looked up. His sire's face seemed pleasant enough, but his optics were hard. Carrier didn't seem to notice. He was talking with the mech. The femme leaned down again, no longer reaching for him. Draco growled at her, earning a sharp warning from carrier. Draco didn't care.
All he cared about was that his sister was scared.
