C.M.D: Since the start of the new year, I've been taking my time gathering, editing and re-posting all my fics that were removed from FF net, all so that I could finally get back to writing. It's been so great to let my muses out to play and thus you all have an extra long chapter to enjoy this Valentine's weekend! With all my love, please enjoy~
"Slaggit...! Should have scoped out a hiding place before this!," Lyzack growled to herself, reaching the corner of another hallway, before whistling. She leaned casually against the wall, checking the other two conjoined hallways frequently as there came a clanking shuffle from up behind her; Hellbat, still weak, carrying her unconscious brother. She glanced at them, her worried optics taking in Leozack's ravaged frame, and cursed her stupidity again.
"We can't keep going like this," the femme muttered softly, "We're gonna get caught at this rate and Leozack needs medical attention immediately."
"Perhaps... lower decks...?," Hellbat suggested sparingly. Though in better shape than Leozack, he was still recovering from his near brush with death. This much strain, so soon after onlining, was becoming too much for his frame to handle.
"We have no choice," Lyzack agreed. "My room is out of the question and I don't have the clearance to get to more private rooms. As much as I hate to admit it, storage rooms are our only options at the moment."
Venting irritably, the femme took the lead again, heading up the left corridor to make sure there were no witnesses to be had. Again, fortune was on her side and she signaled for Hellbat to follow. They only had a few more hallways to go before they reached the first level of the storage decks. With any luck, there'd be no guards still, but then came the hardest part...
Somehow, Hellbat and Leozack would have to remain undetected while Lyzack headed to medbay to gather some tools for her brother's repairs. Her medical knowledge was barely minimal, but it would have to suffice. No one would help her at this point. After that, a ship and a reasonable stock of energon would need to be procured, because freeing Leozack had made them all fugitives, and the three jets needed to escape before Deathsaurus discovered what had transpired. Only once the threat of their Emperor's claws was no more could Lyzack then rest easily.
Scouting up another hallway quickly, the femme felt her spark seize in her chestplates as the long shadow of dragon wings began wrapping around the corner.
xxXxXxx
"He's GONE?!"
Deathsaurus' roar shook the entire room, sending the poor Destron tumbling to the floor. Watching from the sidelines, Star Saber felt a sympathetic twinge for the shaking guard slowly rising, astutely aware of the breastanimals fidgeting for a fight upon the podium. Facing off against the dragon-former's anger was not something anyone could easily manage. "T-the... the guard on watch w-was attacked," the trembling 'bot continued his report, "H-he was found d-during shift c-change. L-leozack's cell w-was not t-too far away a-and the bars were d-deactivated. O-on further inspection, w-we found h-him gone."
"Cut free?," Deathsaurus demanded. The smaller Destron nodded.
Star Saber spoke up then, "That means it was a rescue."
The Destron Emperor turned, glaring at the Cybertronian, before he started up an angry pacing. Tigerbreast and Eaglebreast kept their distance wisely, ruffled still with their master's rage, watching and waiting.
"...find Lyzack," the dragon-former hissed, denta bared. "Find her and check on Hellbat's status. I know she had a hand in this!"
"No, wait," Star Saber said to the nodding guard. The Destron paused, torn, looking between the two former commanders.
"Star Saber...," Deathsaurus growled, turning to the other mech, "This does not concern you!"
"Don't send a hunting squad after Lyzack, Deathsaurus! She has made no crime," the multi-coloured mech protested, standing his ground even when the dragon-former loomed over him, claws brandished in silent threat. The guard himself made a hasty retreat for the door.
"You can't keep doing this," Star Saber continued, glaring, "We are at peace! You have failed -twice now!- at an execution; take this as the sign it is and release your need for energon! Your people don't wish for a million stellar cycles more of war... and neither do I."
Deathsaurus only leaned in closer, summoning his blade, while Eaglebreast and Tigerbreast tensed in anticipation. "You will either stand down now, Star Saber, or I shall strike you where you are. The execution will remain scheduled and I will punish those that go against my commands," he snarled, optics flaring as his patience waned and his anger exploded. "Leozack shall die and that is final!"
"To what purpose would that serve?," a third vocalizer interjected, surprising the two mechs, who turned to face the newcomer.
Back straight and servos folded demurely before her, Esmeral strode forward; the beautiful vision of a docile queen. Yet her flared wings and brightly, burning optics cast that poor illusion aside. "My mate and lord," she spoke, coming to a stop a few steps short of the two commanders, "Why do you roar? Is your need for war so great that you rage over Leozack's disappearance instead of taking notice to you own people's wishes?"
"How did you-?" Esmeral cut off Star Saber's flabbergasted question with a swipe of her servo, not once taking her optics off of the silent Destron before her.
"Your people, my Emperor," she added, "Are tired from this long war. They are tried of living in desolation and are tired of losing loved ones to your conscription notices. We have peace at last- why do you need to see another 'bot cease to function?"
"You understand nothing," Deathsaurus replied callously. He returned his sword to subspace, publicly insulting Esmeral as he shook his servo dismissively at her. "Leave, Esmeral. You have other duties to take care of and this does not concern you."
The smaller dragon-former spread her wings indignantly, stepping forward so her mate could not turn away; his lip components curled over large fangs at her continued persistence. "On the contrary, Deathsaurus," Esmeral said, using the Destron's designation instead of his title. The mech quietly snarled at the disrespect but the femme returned the sound with the fierceness of her own glare and stern expression. "The people are my duty and they turn to me when you refuse to even hear their pleas! Since your departure, it is my rule that has been in affect, and though you may call yourself 'Emperor', you hold no power in this fortress. Only a threat."
Esmeral stepped closer when the larger dragon-former leaned over her, his fists wavering at her sides as he shook with rage. "How dare you-?!"
"I have talked with Star Saber," she added, unafraid by how close the other Destron loomed, "And I believe his course of action is best. I love you, my spark, but you have agreed to a time of peace for our people. Yet, for that to maintain, we need the guidance of someone whose initial desire is not for destruction or revenge. This personal vendetta you seem to have for the poor Leozack, and in extension Hellbat, must come to an end! Do you not see how your persistence towards a barely justifiable political murder is hurting our people already?"
Deathsaurus opened his mouth but could utter no response. Instead, his helm turned, bloody glare lighting on the silent Star Saber, still standing off to the side, worried. He cringed at his ex-friend's hateful gaze, shuttering his optics in surprise when Esmeral pinched one of the Destron's horns disapprovingly.
"Enough!," she told Deathsaurus, as he returned his attention to the femme, "Leozack -along with Lyzack and Hellbat- are under my protection. You will not know where they are and you shall not come near them until you have resigned this urge to have either of their helms. The war is over, my love. Your people need this... All of need this..."
Slowly, Esmeral stepped back, wings folded and the anger wiped clean from her own face. "Even I need this...," the femme quietly finished, a silent vent escaping her.
Seeing that Deathsaurus still had not relaxed his stance, the smaller dragon-former shook her helm sadly, turning to Star Saber. "Star Saber," Esmeral politely started, "I would like to sit down and talk with you some more. Would you be able to give me some of your time now?"
"Y... yes," the Cybertronian answered quickly. He too glanced at Deathsaurus and was saddened to see the mech merely turn away from them both, storming back to his throne and staring out into the black expanse of space. "Yes, I would like to sit down with you, Lady Esmeral," he added, facing the other Destron again.
Smiling, though not with entire joy, Esmeral turned and kindly gestured for Star Saber to follow. The supreme commander did so silently; pausing and waiting when Esmeral stopped for a moment in the doorway, turning back to the dragon-former ignoring the both of them.
"We shall be in my quarters, if you wish to discuss at any point the future of our people," the femme gently called out. "Please don't hold onto this hatred, my love..."
Cruel silence met her words and with all the grace of a true queen, Esmeral turned away and continued her exit out of the throne room. Star Saber followed, his spark hanging low with his guilt. He had never meant to involve the Empress in his struggles for peace with Deathsaurus, and yet this had come about, bringing a harrowing strain to the relationship between the two Destrons. Despite her back to him as they walked, the Cybertronian was vastly aware of the tears that glazed the femme's dim optics.
xxXxXxx
Lyzack hovered over her twin, brushing Leozack's plating intermittently, taking care to avoid the worst of his wounds. The fear that had filled her spark at the sight of dragon wings earlier could have nearly snuffed it out, yet Primus must have finally been on her side. Not to the Destron Emperor did those wings belong, but instead the ever-merciful Esmeral, who had at once taken the trio to a safe place to hide. Leaving them with clean materials, tools and even energon, Esmeral had shortly departed, and Lyzack sprang into action.
It was not that she didn't trust Lady Esmeral, but her understanding of Deathsaurus was vast and she could not trust that his mate's protection would deter the larger dragon-former for long. Hellbat had relinquished her brother over to the femme's grasping servos, watching weakly from the corner of the room as the smaller tomcat scrubbed and cleaned and mended all of Leozack's more manageable wounds. With the coating of energon and grime gone, the lieutenant commander looked less frightful, but the long scratches and dents across his frame still ached the spark.
"Oh, brother...," Lyzack vented softly, stroking the mech's lion mane. She didn't have the materials to make him more cosmetically appealing and after such a long orn, she was barely able to do anything more. The femme was merely glad that for a time they were safe and Leozack was not in danger of bleeding to non-function. A long, good recharge would be necessary shortly.
A small shuffle reminded the tomcat of their additional guest, and she glanced up, catching sight of Hellbat half-slumped over in his little corner. Now that Leozack was cleaned up, Hellbat looked the worse for wear, and it showed in his flickering optics. Yet he just sat there, not even having sipped from the energon cube at his side; staring silently at Leozack, still unconscious, on the berth. Lyzack moved to block the rafale's view.
It was cruel, she knew, but the femme did not care for the spy. It was his fault that Leozack had rushed into a fight with Deathsaurus. Because of Hellbat, her brother had been beaten, imprisoned and sentenced to death. If the blue mech had offlined as he was supposed to, none of this would have happened, and Lyzack would not be here again; petting the battered frame of her unconscious twin. Hellbat's only use had been getting the teal mech free and carrying him to safety -beyond that, he was no longer needed, and his allowance to even touch Leozack had finally expired.
Lyzack would have thrown him out of the room as well if she knew it wouldn't give away her and her brother's safe haven.
"Leozack...," the femme mumbled quietly, her spark aching again, "Please... wake up soon. Come back to me."
There was a beep from the door, announcing someone's entrance, jolting the tomcat to her pedes in a panic. "L-lady Esmeral!," she cried as the dragon-former entered through the opening doors. Lyzack took an uncertain step back, blocking Leozack from view, as a second mech followed.
"Lyzack," Esmeral smiled kindly, holding a servo to the larger mech, "I would like you to meet Star Saber. The former Cybertronian Supreme commander."
"Please, Lady Esmeral," the multi-coloured mech said, his optics glancing politely at the femme, "You don't need to defer to me as the supreme commander. We are no longer at war; military titles are unnecessary. Just call me Star Saber."
The Empress chuckled warmly, her smiling growing an inch. "Then I ask that you merely call me Esmeral as well." Pausing, she turned to the still tense Lyzack, her optics sympathetic. "Lyzack... please, be at ease. Star Saber is here to help. You and your brother have nothing to fear. The people and even Star Saber's mechs stand by Leozack; they do not wish to see him executed either and will ensure that it does not take place."
"Perhaps...," Star Saber softly spoke up, in the face of Lyzack's visible disbelief, "This may help your opinion." With a wave behind him, another mech strode in, much smaller than the supreme commander but still very obviously a Cybertronian. The newcomer smiled kindly at Lyzack, lifting a large medical kit up.
"I'm here to help with the rest of Leozack's repairs. Would you allow me to come closer?"
This was... This was unbelievable. Like some sort of sick yet hopeful dream. Lyzack hesitated, torn, before realizing her helm was slowly nodding its consent to Braver. With no choice left, the femme slowly stepped to the side, allowing the Cybertronian scientist access to her twin. Sitting again, she watched as he set to work finalizing the rest of Leozack's repairs.
Lady Esmeral turned away from the small group, turning her attention next to the silent rafale collapsed in a corner of the room. "...we must get medical attention for Hellbat," she said to her companion. "I'm afraid that whatever Lyzack did to rouse him was rash -it's not been doing well on poor Hellbat's frame and I'm unsure of what lasting damage may have come about due to it."
"Yes," Star Saber agreed, "I shall summon Pipo. He may be small but he is also medically equipped and the only other servos I have who would be available. If Deathsaurus had not threatened the medical staff, perhaps we could use some your more experienced medics."
The femme sighed, acknowledging the truth for what it was. At the sound, the supreme commander was again struck with a sick sense of guilt. "...he shall come around," the Cybertronian assured the Destron. "Eventually. I have faith in my old friend."
Esmeral smiled and still its glow did not reach her optics completely. "And I have faith in my mate... It is all I've ever had." Shaking her helm minutely, the femme touched Star Saber's arm, gently turning them away and out of the room. "Come. Let us gather your comrade, Pipo, and continue our discussions of the peace treaty."
xxXxXxx
Everything hurt. Leozack limped down the dank hallway, cursing Deathsaurus quietly. The Emperor was cruel and unforgiving -never mind that the fault hadn't been Leozack's, the dragon-former had mercilessly beaten the tomcat anyway and left him to come back online several kliks later, alone and in pain. Comming Drillhorn had been a useless endeavour and the Destron refused to sit there, with his aching wounds, never knowing when Deathsaurus would return and continue the abuse.
Cringing as his knee joint locked up suddenly, Leozack paused in the middle of the hall, venting raggedly as his visual pixels burst sporadically. At this rate, he would collapse into stasis again, and if that happened there would be no guarantee that he'd receive the repairs he needed. The teal mech cursed the Destron Emperor again -this time, not so quietly. Against his chest, lionbreast rumbled his own displeasure.
"...Lieutenant commander?," a soft vocalizer called.
Flinching, the tomcat tried not to look back, but continued limping ahead, trying to push through the pain as he went faster than his frame was capable of at that moment. There was the quick tap of pedes behind him and in astroseconds, Hellbat had drawn up to the other Destron's side, grabbing his arm.
"Lieutenant commander, y-you're... you're hurt!," the spy declared, staring in alarm at the wounds covering Leozack's frame. "How... W-who did this?!"
Grimacing, Leozack ripped his arm free from Hellbat; regretting it immediately, the moment it sent him off balance and almost toppling to the floor. "D...d-don't act c-concerned on m-my behalf," he snarled, hobbling towards the nearby wall. "T-there's no way that you don't a-already know Deathsaurus took his frustrations out on me after this failed mission."
The blue mech stepped closer again, but did not try to touch the tomcat this time. "B-but...," he gaped, appalled, "You... you weren't responsible for us losing the energon cache to Star Saber and his lackeys. It was the dinoforce!"
The lieutenant commander snorted, avoiding looking at the other Destron. "Since when has that mattered? Now, get out of my way! I need to get to the medbay."
Glancing up finally, Leozack was surprised to see Hellbat's optics flash angrily for an astrosecond, and it stunned the teal mech. "Hellbat, what are you-?"
"Leozack...?"
The tomcat paused for a moment in his thoughts, turning his helm to see where the third vocalizer had come from, but there was no one else in the hallway aside from himself and the spy. He turned back to Hellbat to ask if he had heard the unknown caller as well and was caught by surprise when he was suddenly swept up into the blue mech's arms. "H-hellbat!," Leozack snapped, pushing against his companion as his circuits crackled uncomfortably. "G-g...G-g'off! I d-don't..."
"Leozack?"
Hellbat only squeezed tighter, pinning the teal mech tight against the rafale's own frame. The lieutenant commander squirmed stubbornly, but it only made the heat fan faster in his plating, and he was vastly aware of the spy's intakes cycling warmly along his neck cables. "Lieutenant commander...," the blue Destron spoke, and Leozack could even feel the other's lip components brush softly against his collar strut with every word. It caused an electrifying jolt to zip up the teal mech's spinal struts. "Lieutenant commander, I shall never let him..."
"Leozack!"
Leozack shoved the spy back finally, unable to stand the strange confusion plaguing his program. "Hellbat, you slagging wre..." The curse died on the tomcat's glossa and optics flared, as he took in the blue mech's appearance. Scuffed and beaten, Hellbat staggered weakly forward to the lieutenant commander; unmindful of the gaping wound in his chestplates or the energon that spilled richly to the floor below. Silent, Leozack could only feel his spark whirl rapidly in growing horror, his fuel tanks sinking lower and churning faster.
"Don't worry, Lieutenant commander," the rafale smiled through his cracked mask, "I am-"
Before his optics, reality shattered, Hellbat disappearing in an implosion of millions of fragments. A strange knot of emotion welled up inside Leozack and he reached forward as the world turned to blackness; his servos closing on nothing but shadow and dust.
"NO!"
xxXxXxx
There was a clattering as Leozack lurched forward, gravity hitting him with its full weight and almost sending him to the floor below. He was caught by a couple pairs of servos and brought back up onto the berth, just as his visual pixels reorientated themselves. Immediately, he was met with the sight of his sister, and behind her, familiar faces of the breastforce.
"Leozack!," Lyzack cried again, pushing past the others and hugging the mech, "Thank Primus you're awake! I never thought-"
"Yes, yes," the teal jet hissed, shoving the femme back. "Let me go Lyzack!" Twisting, Leozack turned to his silent audience, grimacing when the motion still caused a small ache to echo from his repaired wounds. "Drillhorn! What is the cycle?"
"You've been in stasis for a few orns," the mech replied, moving aside as Lyzack walked away from her brother's berthside. The driller glanced at her momentarily, before turning his attention back to the lieutenant commander. "Of course, this is after the fact that you were imprisoned in the brig and your previous stasis."
Trying to ignore the pounding ache that was making itself known behind his optics now, Leozack subtly counted the number of mechs in the room, noting only three comrades, while growling, "So how long is that in total?"
Drillhorn rolled his optical sensors, but answered. "Since the final battle, it has been nearly a decacycle. We are now at peace. Supposedly."
"Yeah! Mech, you sure do recharge a lot," Killbison added in snarkily, shoving past the purple mech. "I'm surprised that Deathsaurus didn't beat you into non-function!" He laughed. "You were so angry -even I ain't as stupid to take on the slagger while still injured."
"Seriously," Guyhawk said, putting in his own two cents. Jallguar moved closer to him as Drillhorn kicked Killbison back across the room. "I'm with you on this whole anti-peace thing but that was exponentially stupid of you. You barely escaped with your life like Hellbat did. That-"
"Wait, what?," Leozack interrupted, snapping out of the quiet daze he had fallen into. He looked first from Guyhawk (scowling deeply at being cut off) then to Drillhorn, continuing slowly. "Hellbat... survived?"
The purple mech caught Killbison in a headlock when the tank tried to charge him, turning his attention to the tomcat only after his victim gave a choking curse of displeasure. "He is...," Drillhorn answered. "Why?"
The teal Destron ignored the question. "Why isn't he here then?," he demanded, denta bared. "Along with the rest of you."
This time, it was Jallguar that spoke up. "He was still gravely wounded when Lyzack and him broke you out of the brig. He had to return to the medbay for further medical attention, once Lady Esmeral had guaranteed all three of you criminal pardon."
"He..." Leozack failed to find any words to respond with. His processor was reeling, only just finally letting the fact sink in that Hellbat had, miraculously, not died that orn. And, even more unbelievable, was how the spy had actually helped get him free.
"Lyzack!," the lieutenant commander snarled after a klik. The femme strode forward, cradling in her arms Lionbreast.
"Yes brother?," she asked. At the sight of its master, Lionbreast squirmed to be let free, and she released him immediately.
Struck by a sickeningly familiar sense of deja vu as his breastanimal leapt for his chestplates, Leozack growled out, "You attempted to rescue me? No... You enlisted Hellbat to assist with my rescue?!"
"I didn't just attempt," the femme scowled, standing her ground in the face of her twin's growing ire, "I succeeded. And seeing as how it was his fault that you were in the brig in the first place, I thought it fitting that he be used as a tool to break you out. You can say what you want, but I do will not repent for any of my actions!"
"You shouldn't have gotten so mad anyhow and charged Deathsaurus!," Lyzack continued, wings sweeping up high as her emotions got the best of her. "That was suicidal at best; complete destruction in your case! And all for what? Some teammate that you never even liked and thought was a slimy, traitorous-"
Leozack cut the femme off with a sweep of his servo, snarling as he pushed himself to his pedes; holding his stance even though his knees threatened to buckle under him with the suddenness. "Get out!," he shouted, ignoring the flinch his twin gave. He glared at the rest of his comrades.
"B-but-"
"Send me Hellbat, but as for the rest of you... GET OUT!" Lionbreast separated from Leozack's chestplates, roaring his master's commandment, until finally -one by one- everyone left the room. Alone, Leozack collapsed back on the berth, shaking silently while Lionbreast nuzzled the mech's pedes worriedly.
xxXxXxx
This couldn't be real...
Hellbat stood uncertainly in the hallway, staring at the polished metal of the door before him. He knew what was waiting on the other side for him (or at least, he believed he did) but it still baffled the processor. Leozack was awake. Finally, after so long, the lieutenant commander had risen from his comatose state.
And he'd demanded to see him.
That, in itself, was worrisome. The spy fidgeted again, debating whether or not to knock. A part of him -a huge, tremendous part- wanted to rip the door out of the way and throw himself at the tomcat waiting within. Another part -smaller, but more persistent- argued against that course of action. Leozack had made it clear in the past his contempt for the blue Destron and considering Hellbat's sacrifice had still landed the tomcat in the brig, the spy greatly disbelieved that he'd won any favours with the other mech.
But what to do...? After what felt like eternity, Hellbat finally punched in the keypad's access code, deciding that seeing Leozack -even if only to be punished- would be worth it in the end. He'd spent too long waiting and anxiously fretting, sick to the spark that Leozack would die while he sat in medbay, having his own wounds tended to.
"Hellbat," the low hiss echoed, as the door slid aside, granting the spy entrance.
Hesitating for only an astrosecond, Hellbat entered; optics fixed on the teal mech sitting on the berth across the room. Arms crossed over his chestplates and wings lifted high angrily, the tomcat was clearly very angry. The image was only cemented by the snarl twisting thin lip components and the bright optics narrowed to nasty, bloody slits. Despite that, Hellbat felt his spark rotate easily at the familiar sight, relieved beyond words.
"Y...yes, lieutenant commander," the spy replied. The door slid close behind him as he stepped forward. "You wanted to see me?"
"I did," Leozack said. For a moment, the corner of his lip component twisted upwards in a cruel smirk. But then it was gone and the teal Destron was scowling once more. "Come here," he beckoned with a crooked finger. "We have some things to discuss."
Hellbat felt his fuel tanks give a little churn. "O-oh?"
"Yes... See, it has come to my attention that the war has come to an end while I was in stasis," the tomcat began, playing casually with the pan of medical tools beside his berth. "But that Star Saber and Deathsaurus have agreed upon an execution to start off this 'Golden Era'. There's been talk about who the scapegoat should be."
He could feel his wings lower with every sentence until even the blue Destron himself was half-hunched over guiltily. "That... that was to be me," he supplied helpfully, even though admitting it made him want to purge. "I... I asked to be the sacrifice to bring in this new peace. I thought you'd agree I was the perfect choice."
Hellbat only had half an astrosecond to notice the change that came over Leozack before the other mech reacted.
"You... you... Wretch!," the teal Destron yelled, throwing the pan at the spy before his fist went flying next. Hellbat ducked the first projectile with ease, but it left him wide open for the second attack, and he crashed to the floor as the punch landed on the side of his helm.
"Why did you do it?!," Leozack demanded, squashing the uncomfortable squirming of his fuel tanks at the sight of the other Destron pushing himself off the floor, "How dare you think I could condone such stupidity?!"
"I-it... it wasn't for upsetting you," Hellbat mumbled back weakly, a servo cupping his aching helm. "It had to be done... Deathsaurus wouldn't give... Someone had to die and at first, they decided it would be you..."
The tomcat froze in mid-swing, stunned by the words. He... he had been the one condemned? Then why had-
"I offered to take your place...," the blue mech continued softly, his dim optics lifting; locking with Leozack's. "It was the only way I could prot... I knew you wouldn't care. You could live without me; I could not function without you."
Leozack stood there quietly, before he started to quiver with rage, throwing himself at the rafale with a bellow. Hellbat crashed backwards on the floor, vents gushing out air in choked surprise, slowly onlining an optic again when the worse of the sting was gone. They both flared brightly not an astrosecond later.
"Y-you're cr-"
"Don't you dare dictate what I think, let alone feel!," the teal Destron screamed, squeezing the other mech's shoulder plating until it started to crumple. "You don't understand a thing about me, do you understand? DO YOU?!"
The spy slowly nodded, staring up at the Lieutenant Commander while the other wheezed and shook angrily. Down his cheekplates, ignored or unnoticed, tears dripped, falling to the blue Destron's chestplates. After a klik, Hellbat took a chance: letting his mouthguard retract, baring his entire expression to the other, as he lifted a servo towards Leozack's face hesitantly.
"Leoza-"
The rest of his words were cut off as the tomcat slammed their mouths together harshly, pulling back while Hellbat was still disorientated, punching him before kissing him angrily once more. Scrambling out of his daze faster this time, the spy wrapped his arms around the lieutenant commander as Leozack nipped and pressed incessantly at his lip components; gripping his helm fins tight, keeping him close to the other mech.
Hellbat didn't mind the aggressiveness and before he knew it, the kisses were getting longer, softening, melting him to the core as he could even start to taste the teal mech. Breaking the last kiss, Leozack pulled away, hiding his face on the spy's shoulder plating.
"D...don't ever do that a-again...," he mumbled, refusing to look up.
Hellbat smiled deliriously, unwilling to even move and ruin this moment. "I promise," he swore, looking up to the ceiling merrily, "I vow on my spark, Lieutenant Commander."
C.M.D: And yes, this ending means you get ONE more chapter! We'll see if I can get it cranked out before the end of this month. If not, be sure to expect it in March's updates!