It's Sun DOWN, NOT Twilight!
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The blazing sunlight that had shone upon Cybertron for millions of years, sparkled along the golden armor, making it shine like a million diamonds. The color was accented by black lines and sleek curves, a dark countenance that set off the topaz optics.
Sunstreaker moved though the business district, weaving through the crowd and finding their color to be mundane and dull. None compared to his exquisite beauty. His detailed craftsmanship. The chiseled features and lithe, but powerful frame. He was a god walking amongst the populace.
He entered the shop owned by his brother and found him talking with his supplier. The brilliant sun filtered through the windows and caught the ruby armor, giving it the quality of spent organic life. Sunstreaker smirked as the light always gave the brothers a rutilant glow, capturing attention and was the pride of any conquest. And the envy of males, Cybertronian and organic.
They all aspired to be the stately creatures that walked the mortal plane with the lowly commoners.
Sunstreaker was just reveling in the perfection that was himself and his spark split twin, when the door opened and admitted the femme of his dreams. His spark leapt in its casing, informing him that she was the one to make him whole.
Aside from his brother, who had looked up to see the vision that had captured his brother's flippant interest.
She was plain with dulled plating and optics. A surprised vacancy filled her expression, the only inclination of a chance in her expression was her mouth, which curved into a half smile upon facing Sunstreaker. Otherwise, her lip components remained slightly parted in open invitation.
A femme so shallow she was a vessel. It would be nothing to empty the scant contents and fill her with infatuation and love, guiding the femme to do whatever he wanted and losing her own identity in his vision.
Sunstreaker's spark skipped at the thought.
He'd shape this useless lump of metal to become what he desired.
She was going to be the ultimate showpiece!
She would be molded and forged and totally remade into the perfect image Sunstreaker imagined.
Plating and design will be easy. Nothing a simple trip to the boutique armory. Something simple, like her, but also, something elegant and grandiose, to match the mech at her side.
But he must exercise caution when performing her training, reprogramming her speech, mannerism, even her walk. A total remake to fit the perfect mate he had searched for since his maturation.
However, he must remain vigilant, careful, utmost delicate with his instruction. Her frail mind could easily snap, shattering as the finest porcelain. He must forge the weakness, tame her, build her up, turn her flimsy aluminum unto something more tangible, like titanium.
Give her a sense of purpose. If he was as good as he believed, he may even kindle her soul, giving her an eternal life by his side.
Sunstreaker swayed, catching himself before he could fall even more deeply in love. He steeled himself and braced his resolve before taking the first step toward his intended.
It felt as if he had waited forever to make this journey.
His step must sure and firm, establishing his dominance and rightful master to this precious, fragile little femme waiting to be recast into something worthwhile.
The femme locked gazes with him, her expression vague and not understanding their destiny nor his intent. Her smile broadened a fraction, her head tilted slightly to the left, showing her vast emotional range.
Sunstreaker felt as if he was running through a long tunnel, a few strides taking him such a great distance.
She waited until he was near before muttering the word that changed their lives.
"Hi," she said.
Her optics lighted upon his golden amour shoning as yellow diamonds, mesmerizing her and causing her petit frame to hitch as she examined this gorgeous, perfect male specimen.
His optics were a deep amber, a jewel without the optical contrivances that constructed normal ocular lenses. He was lithe, but powerful, his frame suggesting sleek predatory agility. And with the lusty rev emanating from his engine, he was fast, and sported a streamline alt mode.
"Sunstreaker," he said, his topaz optics roving over the slender feminine frame. Primus, she was so tiny, he could hold her with one arm!
"Delta," she intoned.
Movement caught the femme's optic and much to her surprise, a ruby red frame appeared next to the golden god, the armor shining as fire forged from the heart of a mighty furnace. And much to her awestruck delight, the red faded, became submissive to the gold.
Her distant gaze traveled to Sideswipe, who offered a charming smile that didn't reach his optics.
"Forgive my brother," Sunstreaker said, sending annoyance over the bond. "He sometimes forgets his manners."
'Like I had any,' Sideswipe said over the bond. 'Or you for that matter.'
'She's meant for me, I can feel it!' Sunstreaker sent back while offering his most charming smile to the femme bot.
'That?' Sideswipe quipped, but he went unheeded.
"Would you be available for drinks at dusk?" Sunstreaker asked, boldly grasping the femmes tiny hand and caressing the palm in an intimate gesture. "I know of a secret place that gives you a full view of the city. It's quiet. Intimate. We can have some warm energon and… talk."
She blinked slowly, her lip plates parting into a quirky smile.
"Okay."
"Meet me here at thirty-one breems?" Sunstreaker asked, adding a little more force to his touch. As he hoped, her ventilation hitched.
"Yes," she whispered, completely entranced. Her engine gave a fluttering rev that made her blush.
Sunstreaker offered an answering rumble, making sure she could sense the powerful vibration of his mighty engine.
"I expect you polished to your best and ready for me," Sunstreaker said, voice pitching low, optics gleaming with meaning. "Now, go and prepare yourself. When the moon sets this evening, you will belong to me."
She sputtered as if to faint but nodded emphatically, taking her leave to do as commanded.
Sunstreaker watched her go, optics drawn to her aft plates. He had every intention of claiming her, body and soul.
"Mech, I have no idea what you see in that femme," Sideswipe said after she left.
"I need to prepare myself as well," Sunstreaker said without acknowledging the slight. As a mothacon to a flame, he followed his intended out the door.
Sideswipe sighed through his vents, rubbing the plating above his spark chamber. Since his brother laid optics on the plain, ordinary femme, Sunstreaker's spark had bee skipping merrily. Which in turn, irritated Sideswipe.
Well, Sunstreaker was an artist. Maybe he saw something Sideswipe was unable to detect?
Knowing his twin would need his assistance in preparing himself for his upcoming proposal, and subsequent conquest, Sideswipe hurried through the rest of his paperwork and custom orders before closing his business early and hurrying home.
As expected, Sunstreaker had taken the entire time to soak and was drying off when his brother entered the washing area.
"Thought you'd need some help with the polish," Sideswipe said, motioning for their chamber femme to leave.
She had been standing at attention nearby, ready to serve the whims of the mechs who had purchased her debt. She bowed to her masters and exited.
Sunstreaker offered his brother a tentative smile as he finished drying.
"Thanks. I want everything to be perfect… like me."
Sideswipe picked up the polish and a new clean buffer and set to work. He knew how particular Sunstreaker was when wanting to make a good impression. If he possessed so much as a single swirl in his wax, or had residue in the creases, his temper was most foul.
Sideswipe didn't agree with Sunstreaker's assessment, but once Sunstreaker set his processor to something, he'd see it through. The only thing Sideswipe could do was be supportive. Maybe once Sunstreaker got this strange infatuation out of his system, he'd change his mind before he made a truly horrible mistake.
"It will be. You'll see."
"I want her to know she's 'the one' and that she's all I think about."
"She knows. She feels it in her spark." Sideswipe turned the buffer onto high and polished in small circles, making sure his brother shone brighter than Primus himself.
"I want her to love only me and bind herself to me."
Well, Sideswipe couldn't argue with that. He wanted the same thing. And if Sunstreaker believed he had found such a thing, who was Sideswipe to stand in his way?
"She does and she will. Just give her some time to realize how deeply her feelings run. She doesn't have a lot of processing power so it's going to take some time."
Sunstreaker didn't disagree, nor rebuke his twin for making such a statement. He concentrated on polishing his arms and chest, hoping to look his utmost stunning self for when he asked Delta to bond with him.
"I want her to be mine. I want to define her and have her to mold her life around my desires."
"She will. She's a blank canvas. You will be able to paint her a personality directly onto her protoform."
"Isn't that how sparkmates function?" Sunstreaker asked, turning to provide his brother a better angle to buff him. Soon, his intended will cater to his whims, buffing him into perfection.
"Losing yourself and making the other person the most important in the relationship so that there is no longer, 'two of us' but a single unit? Yes." Sideswipe continued polishing Sunstreaker to a sinful shine, which wasn't a difficult feat, as Sunstreaker naturally was as vibrant and beautiful as his namesake.
"I just want someone to think that I am the center of their universe, and that they cannot leave my side."
"She already thinks you are the center of the universe. Did you not see her expression? She's completely in love with you." Pure conjecture on Sideswipe's part. It was difficult to gauge the emotional range of one so obviously slow in the processor.
But, if Sunstreaker was in love with her, who was Sideswipe to judge? He trusted his twin's judgment.
"Well, how do I look?" Sunstreaker asked, putting away his own polishing rag and turning to show his brother his gorgeous shine.
"If you weren't my twin, I'd fall madly in love with you," Sideswipe quipped, glad they were finished with Sunstreaker's detailing. His actuators were aching with fatigue from the tiny circles Sunstreaker preferred to be buffed with.
"I've already set up reservations at Razor's Edge," Sunstreaker said, taking a deep, steadying draft through his vents to cool his systems.
Sideswipe's brow ridge shot up.
Razor's Edge was an exclusive club where those of social standing took their dates to show off, enjoy drinks (some illicit), fine dining of gourmet metals and alloys, or engage in lurid activities. The twins had standing reservations at the establishment, Sideswipe partial to the sulfur cakes and Refined Vermillion Oil that revved up his high performance area.
"Good luck," Sideswipe called to his twin's retreating back as he took his leave on what was probably the most important night of his life.
Sideswipe called for the chamber femme to draw him a hot oil bath. He had a feeling when Sunstreaker returned, they were going to do a lot of celebrating, and Sideswipe often suffered structural problems from a night of partying. The source for most of the sustained injuries was always a mystery, no matter how hard Sideswipe tried to remember the whirlwind of frivolity.
He had only been in the bath for a few moments when his brother returned.
"Sunstreaker?" Sideswipe asked, exiting the bath and dripping oil everywhere.
The chamber femme appeared at the door and quickly hastened to retrieve towels to clean up the oily puddles left by Sideswipe.
Sunstreaker's expression was morbid.
Fearing the worst, Sideswipe asked, "Considering the short time you were gone, I take it the evening did not go according to plan."
"You could say that," Sunstreaker spat. He scowled at the femme wiping up the oil, barking at her, "Two glasses of high grade. Now."
She hurried to obey, clinking the glassware of the twin's own high octane brew.
"Tell me," Sideswipe said, hoping his twin wouldn't flip on the violent side and start throwing punches. Sideswipe wasn't in a fighting mood. "Did she… reject you?"
"Didn't even get the chance to ask!" Sunstreaker said, accepting a large glass full of bright neon pink fluid and downing it in one gulp. He motioned for a refill while he continued, "Got there early, hoping to buy her some Praxian singing crystals, and she was across the street."
Sideswipe toweled off the oil remaining and guided his brother to the couch. He accepted his snifter of fuel and waited for his brother to explain.
"I waited, watching, to make sure she wasn't with someone else and didn't have the courage to tell me face to face," Sunstreaker growled, slouching on the couch and downing another mouthful. He motioned for another which the femme complied.
"Then she spotted me and," Sunstreaker paused, shaking his head angrily. "Well, you know how busy that street is."
"Not bad during the day but in the evening is when the transport companies…Oh!..." Sideswipe trailed off, optics going wide in understanding.
"She saw me, smiled, and walked straight out into traffic," Sunstreaker recalled. "Totally ran over by an ore hauler." Sunstreaker threw his servos up in the air in utter defeat. "Her bolts scattered everywhere! There's hardly anything left!"
Sideswipe winced.
"Well, on the bright side, you didn't bond yourself with her and won't have to sense her emptiness, in life and in termination," Sideswipe said, half joking.
Sunstreaker tossed his glass at his brother, cursing his designation and total inconsideration.
His bitter ire was short lived though.
Sighing dramatically, Sunstreaker mused, "Well, there was one blank canvas out there, surely there will be more."
"That's the spirit!" Sideswipe interjected. "And since you look so stunning, how about we go out, and if we're lucky, get our axels rubbed?"
Sunstreaker paused half a second before grinning. "Lower levels? Always a few femmes who are looking for extra credits and they're usually not particular with requests."
"Brother, you had me at a few femmes," Sideswipe said, getting up and hurriedly replacing his armor for raucous night out with his twin.
By morning, they both totally forgot the blank, ill-fated femme.
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Yes, I went there.
Please don't hate me! lol
