p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"stronguCHAPTER 40/u/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He'd kissed Wing./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"As soon as he came back to his flat, the first he'd noticed was that the place was empty. No one here to welcome him. No one here calling him "Mister Deadlock". He felt nothing but relief. Here, he wouldn't be forced to repress his emotions. He let himself fall on the sofa, taking his head into his servos. He didn't pay attention to Jetstorm's and Slipstream' whereabouts. They were probably with Outrigger, watching screen or having fun./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Enjoying time…they could have enjoyed their youth much earlier in their lives, if Shadow Raker hadn't intervened in their lives…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Enjoying time…while he'd never been able to. He'd never done anything other than working in mines, winning, stealing energon, surviving…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"No. He'd never been allowed to do something else. He'd never tasted that warm feeling. This comfortable feeling whenever a special someone stepped in our lives./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He remembered the scene./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"The first time he could have reached Wing during a training…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"The first fight he'd been able to stand on his own…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"And the first time he'd tasted the white bot's lips…his mentor's lips./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"It'd felt so good…he'd never kissed anyone before. He'd never thought about having a romance, a relationship with another being. During war, nothing was ever permanent. The person could leave us the day after, in one way or another…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But with Wing, everything felt different…it'd always felt different…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"With Wing, it'd always felt as if…the war was far behind him. As if he was ready to face any threat, ready to follow him anywhere…in the training or elsewhere…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He'd been the first person to believe in him. To see the good in him./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"And his smile…For one single instant, Drift'd thought that they—/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"That's foolish. Drift looked down. That's dumb. Wing had goodness to give to others. He hadn't treated his other comrades any differently…The other members…beside Gasket./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"No. Gasket had been different. Wing felt sadness, nostalgy whenever he was mentioned…his feelings for Gasket were unambiguous./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift…was only a student that he'd taken in. A student that Wing had torn away from Shadow Raker, because Gasket had asked him to./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He'd misunderstood his kindness. He'd thought it was an invitation. Maybe was he thinking fondly of him…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But…Drift had misinterpreted it./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift dried his optics off. They were wet…What for? No. He wasn't going to shed a tear for it…not for it./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But there was a big gap between a desire and what he was able to do…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift felt stupid./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He didn't know what to do. He was hesitating to go back to Wing and ask him to forget everything. Telling him that wasn't what he thought it was…that he'd get carried away…any excuse. Anything./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"And tomorrow? How would it be? He trained every day! Maybe he could act as if nothing had happened…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Maybe Wing would have forgot it…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"No, of course. How could Wing forget?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Or maybe would he behave casually? With his kindness, his understanding…he could definitely picture it. 'I like you too, Drift. But I do not feel the same'/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Or 'do not feel guilty'./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift let out a sigh./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"If he could, he would do like with Shadow Raker. He would leave the Circle of Light, would take Jetstorm and Slipstream along to join the ship. After all, beside Wing, and even though Dai Atlas and Axe had softened up to him…he was only viewed as a Decepticon./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He tried to put himself in Wing's shoes. How would he feel if he was desired by a criminal?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Probably disgusted…revulsed…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Maybe a bit flattered…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He heard a knock at the door./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"It wasn't Jetstorm. It wasn't Slipstream./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He didn't need to check. He already guessed who it was./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Knocks happened again./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift sighed then painfully stood up. He felt like his legs were too heavy for him. As he was walking over to the door, his spark threatened to tear his chassis out./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He didn't want to answer. He wished he could leave him like this. He wished he wouldn't open the door./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But he had to. He'd to explain himself./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But what to explain?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He pressed the many buttons to enter the access code. A few seconds afterward, the door opened./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift turned around, not giving any attention to the newcomer./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""…Drift…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"There was no anger in his voice. No sneer. After all, it wouldn't be in Wing's character to mock others for something as dumb…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Yet it still hurt him./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He heard the doors get closed behind him./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Drift" His mentor repeated while the orange bot walked away. "I'm not…I don't hold anything against you."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Of course not. Drift remained unmoving./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Please…I don't want to talk about it."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""But you can't ask me to pretend that nothing had happened."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"So, will Wing play the honesty card?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Predictable as well./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""I…I just want to understand. Why me?"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Why not him? Drift wished he could ask./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""This kind of thing can't be explained. It just happened."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He paused./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Maybe that's because…it is the very first time where someone makes me feel so good. That's the very first time where…I'm not treated like a criminal. A thief. A Decepticon. Everything that Shadow Raker made of me. Everything I hate about me, you accepted it. Even if it's your way of thinking, even if that's natural, normal for you…you didn't look down upon me and it means anything to me."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Yes./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Someone who made him feel good…but was it enough to feel these kinds of emotion?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Wing remained silent./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""And I know…Gasket mattered a lot to you." Drift added. "A lot. And you probably have trouble to move on. You'll never forget him. He'd been everything to you. But…I learned to know you, I grew to like you and…it happened. I couldn't control it. And if I could have controlled it, I would have tried. I just wanted to…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He didn't know what he was saying anymore. But why should it matter? He'd really behaved like a fool…He could try, it wouldn't change anything. Maybe Wing would sneer at him, after all./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Well…Anyway, if you don't wish to train me anymore, I would understand. If you want me to leave the Circle of Light, I would understand. If you want me to…do anything else, I—"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Let's not go round in circles./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Let's get it over with. Wing would just confess that he didn't return Drift's feelings. He would convince him to stay in order to finish his training. He would reassure him, saying it wouldn't change anything between them and that they would just pretend that nothing had ever happened./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Wing put a digit on Drift's lips./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Please…don't do anything…" He whispered, almost begging him./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""I—"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""I would keep training you…But please, don't leave the Circle of Light."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He paused. Drift only watched as Wing stepped closer. His mentor's face was a few inches away from his./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""…Don't leave me…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"emDon't leave me…/em/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift thought he'd dreamed of these words…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Until Wing closed his optics and gently put his lips on Drift's./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Such a natural feeling…the same way Drift had done to him…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He wasn't dreaming./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift closed his optics as well and kissed him back. First, shyly. He didn't deepen the contact. He just savoured their lips' sensation, completing each other./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"It only lasted a few moments. Drift and Wing pulled apart. Before looking at each other./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Then, they smiled./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"And Wing kissed him again. Unlike their first kiss, this one was way deeper, more demanding. Drift was overwhelmed with joy. Joy…he hadn't felt it for a long time. He wrapped his arms around Wing's waist, hugging him tightly. He felt his mentor's glossa touching his lips, asking for access./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift opened his mouth, their glossas intertwining with each other. A great warmth overtook his spark, his head, his body…he felt Wing's servos caressing his body, massaging his chassis, his back…At the same time, their lips pulled apart and met again while Wing's servos reached Drift's thighs. The orange bot understood that his mentor wanted to go further. Wing cut their kiss short then his lips moved to Drift's neck while the white bot pinned his lover against the wall, putting a knee between his legs./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Primus…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"This feeling of want, of wellness…it went too fast for Drift. Yet he didn't want them to stop. He felt Wing kissing his neck, biting his neckcables while his digits slowly explored the orange bot's chassis, his womb, between his legs…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Dirft opened for him. Only for him. Wing liked his initiative and passionately kissed him again, his glossa tasting Drift's while he grabbed his member. Drift pulled his head backward, enjoying the different emotions he was experiencing while Wing pulled away again, giving one more light kiss on his lips before going lower and lower./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Wing…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Ssh…Enjoy it"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift's digits laid on Wing's helm while the white bot stopped, playing with his member back and forth before slowly putting his lips on it, desire going up and overheating them./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift closed his optics./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He took his mentor's advice and enjoyed it./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He'd kissed Wing./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"As soon as he came back to his flat, the first he'd noticed was that the place was empty. No one here to welcome him. No one here calling him "Mister Deadlock". He felt nothing but relief. Here, he wouldn't be forced to repress his emotions. He let himself fall on the sofa, taking his head into his servos. He didn't pay attention to Jetstorm's and Slipstream' whereabouts. They were probably with Outrigger, watching screen or having fun./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Enjoying time…they could have enjoyed their youth much earlier in their lives, if Shadow Raker hadn't intervened in their lives…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Enjoying time…while he'd never been able to. He'd never done anything other than working in mines, winning, stealing energon, surviving…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"No. He'd never been allowed to do something else. He'd never tasted that warm feeling. This comfortable feeling whenever a special someone stepped in our lives./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He remembered the scene./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"The first time he could have reached Wing during a training…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"The first fight he'd been able to stand on his own…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"And the first time he'd tasted the white bot's lips…his mentor's lips./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"It'd felt so good…he'd never kissed anyone before. He'd never thought about having a romance, a relationship with another being. During war, nothing was ever permanent. The person could leave us the day after, in one way or another…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But with Wing, everything felt different…it'd always felt different…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"With Wing, it'd always felt as if…the war was far behind him. As if he was ready to face any threat, ready to follow him anywhere…in the training or elsewhere…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He'd been the first person to believe in him. To see the good in him./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"And his smile…For one single instant, Drift'd thought that they—/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"That's foolish. Drift looked down. That's dumb. Wing had goodness to give to others. He hadn't treated his other comrades any differently…The other members…beside Gasket./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"No. Gasket had been different. Wing felt sadness, nostalgy whenever he was mentioned…his feelings for Gasket were unambiguous./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift…was only a student that he'd taken in. A student that Wing had torn away from Shadow Raker, because Gasket had asked him to./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He'd misunderstood his kindness. He'd thought it was an invitation. Maybe was he thinking fondly of him…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But…Drift had misinterpreted it./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift dried his optics off. They were wet…What for? No. He wasn't going to shed a tear for it…not for it./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But there was a big gap between a desire and what he was able to do…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift felt stupid./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He didn't know what to do. He was hesitating to go back to Wing and ask him to forget everything. Telling him that wasn't what he thought it was…that he'd get carried away…any excuse. Anything./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"And tomorrow? How would it be? He trained every day! Maybe he could act as if nothing had happened…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Maybe Wing would have forgot it…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"No, of course. How could Wing forget?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Or maybe would he behave casually? With his kindness, his understanding…he could definitely picture it. 'I like you too, Drift. But I do not feel the same'/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Or 'do not feel guilty'./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift let out a sigh./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"If he could, he would do like with Shadow Raker. He would leave the Circle of Light, would take Jetstorm and Slipstream along to join the ship. After all, beside Wing, and even though Dai Atlas and Axe had softened up to him…he was only viewed as a Decepticon./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He tried to put himself in Wing's shoes. How would he feel if he was desired by a criminal?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Probably disgusted…revulsed…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Maybe a bit flattered…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He heard a knock at the door./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"It wasn't Jetstorm. It wasn't Slipstream./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He didn't need to check. He already guessed who it was./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Knocks happened again./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift sighed then painfully stood up. He felt like his legs were too heavy for him. As he was walking over to the door, his spark threatened to tear his chassis out./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He didn't want to answer. He wished he could leave him like this. He wished he wouldn't open the door./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But he had to. He'd to explain himself./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"But what to explain?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He pressed the many buttons to enter the access code. A few seconds afterward, the door opened./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift turned around, not giving any attention to the newcomer./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""…Drift…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"There was no anger in his voice. No sneer. After all, it wouldn't be in Wing's character to mock others for something as dumb…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Yet it still hurt him./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He heard the doors get closed behind him./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Drift" His mentor repeated while the orange bot walked away. "I'm not…I don't hold anything against you."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Of course not. Drift remained unmoving./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Please…I don't want to talk about it."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""But you can't ask me to pretend that nothing had happened."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"So, will Wing play the honesty card?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Predictable as well./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""I…I just want to understand. Why me?"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Why not him? Drift wished he could ask./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""This kind of thing can't be explained. It just happened."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He paused./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Maybe that's because…it is the very first time where someone makes me feel so good. That's the very first time where…I'm not treated like a criminal. A thief. A Decepticon. Everything that Shadow Raker made of me. Everything I hate about me, you accepted it. Even if it's your way of thinking, even if that's natural, normal for you…you didn't look down upon me and it means anything to me."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Yes./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Someone who made him feel good…but was it enough to feel these kinds of emotion?/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Wing remained silent./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""And I know…Gasket mattered a lot to you." Drift added. "A lot. And you probably have trouble to move on. You'll never forget him. He'd been everything to you. But…I learned to know you, I grew to like you and…it happened. I couldn't control it. And if I could have controlled it, I would have tried. I just wanted to…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He didn't know what he was saying anymore. But why should it matter? He'd really behaved like a fool…He could try, it wouldn't change anything. Maybe Wing would sneer at him, after all./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Well…Anyway, if you don't wish to train me anymore, I would understand. If you want me to leave the Circle of Light, I would understand. If you want me to…do anything else, I—"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Let's not go round in circles./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Let's get it over with. Wing would just confess that he didn't return Drift's feelings. He would convince him to stay in order to finish his training. He would reassure him, saying it wouldn't change anything between them and that they would just pretend that nothing had ever happened./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Wing put a digit on Drift's lips./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Please…don't do anything…" He whispered, almost begging him./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""I—"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""I would keep training you…But please, don't leave the Circle of Light."/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He paused. Drift only watched as Wing stepped closer. His mentor's face was a few inches away from his./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""…Don't leave me…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"emDon't leave me…/em/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift thought he'd dreamed of these words…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Until Wing closed his optics and gently put his lips on Drift's./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Such a natural feeling…the same way Drift had done to him…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He wasn't dreaming./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift closed his optics as well and kissed him back. First, shyly. He didn't deepen the contact. He just savoured their lips' sensation, completing each other./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"It only lasted a few moments. Drift and Wing pulled apart. Before looking at each other./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Then, they smiled./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"And Wing kissed him again. Unlike their first kiss, this one was way deeper, more demanding. Drift was overwhelmed with joy. Joy…he hadn't felt it for a long time. He wrapped his arms around Wing's waist, hugging him tightly. He felt his mentor's glossa touching his lips, asking for access./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift opened his mouth, their glossas intertwining with each other. A great warmth overtook his spark, his head, his body…he felt Wing's servos caressing his body, massaging his chassis, his back…At the same time, their lips pulled apart and met again while Wing's servos reached Drift's thighs. The orange bot understood that his mentor wanted to go further. Wing cut their kiss short then his lips moved to Drift's neck while the white bot pinned his lover against the wall, putting a knee between his legs./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Primus…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"This feeling of want, of wellness…it went too fast for Drift. Yet he didn't want them to stop. He felt Wing kissing his neck, biting his neckcables while his digits slowly explored the orange bot's chassis, his womb, between his legs…/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Dirft opened for him. Only for him. Wing liked his initiative and passionately kissed him again, his glossa tasting Drift's while he grabbed his member. Drift pulled his head backward, enjoying the different emotions he was experiencing while Wing pulled away again, giving one more light kiss on his lips before going lower and lower./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Wing…"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify""Ssh…Enjoy it"/p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift's digits laid on Wing's helm while the white bot stopped, playing with his member back and forth before slowly putting his lips on it, desire going up and overheating them./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"Drift closed his optics./p
p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"He took his mentor's advice and enjoyed it./p