Author's Note: XD I like them too much, their both so awkward around each other they have no idea what to doXD Though blades does seem to have a few ideas handy!
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"Please… don't…"
"You let me in and I'm not going out again." Blades was tapping a finger lightly against the warm chassis lightly, rubbing his fingertip against the warm metal, watching the big frame shiver ever so slightly their bodies still coiled around one another together on the chair. "Could have been me on that roof."
Trailbreaker jolted sharply at that, optics flashing brightly and that grip suddenly tightened sharply about Blades, shocked and rather horrified by the notion. "No… no… please tell me…"
"It could have been me." Blades repeated again sharply, letting the words almost sting the other Mech for a moment before he actually leaned up and lightly pressed his lips against the surprised ones, just kissing him softly. "I could have jumped. I might have my blades… But it's high enough to kill me it I didn't transform." His blue optics hardened for a moment, considering the aching truth that they had both faced the edge, one had jumped the other had stayed behind gripping the other pulling him back. "I understand what is going on in your processors, 'Breaker. I understand the pain… the feelings that touch us."
"I won't let that happen."
"Good. I don't feel very much like going permanently offline." Blades was attempting to be a little cocky, trying to draw the other out of the rut he seemed to have fallen into it. Both of them needed serious time together… he just had a feeling if they did things would somehow work themselves out. "You have a reason for living now." A little smug, trying to make himself seem just a little more confident when all he wanted to do was give up and curl into the strong arms that cradled him. "You have me."
"I do indeed seem to." And 'Breaker was leaning in to press a soft kiss against the warm lips for a moment, catching the little Mech by surprise and he was caught up in the contact again, unable to help the soft sound that was escaping him.
"Do you remember what Groove said, Blades?" Aid smiled softly feeling a flicker of encouragement that these two would be all right now that they had each other. Blades would either drive Trailbreaker mad or they would both end up happy.
"No? Should I?" A pout ran across those lips as his blades twitched ever so slightly.
"Just wait til you find someone Blades. You'll be worse then those two."
"Oh no… no no…" Suddenly Blades was getting horribly flustered, his face turning and burying itself against the warm throat, hugging the big mech tightly, clearly surrendering to the protection the larger Mech could offer him. "I'm not… I'm not!"
"Not what?" 'Breaker was totally confused, knowing he had missed something important.
"I am NOT going to be that bad!"
"Bad? Blades?"
"You are already, Brother." Aid was looking terribly pleased, unable to keep the smile off his face, optics flashing slightly from behind his visor as he regarded them for a long moment, chuckling to himself. "You just meet him and you are already cuddling him within an inch of his processors."
"Make 'em go way… Breaker…" The small helicopter was snuggling in and clearly not about to let go of any part of the black Mech, who couldn't help but chuckle at the sudden turn about in the situation. Why did he have the feeling that soon enough all his cheerfulness wouldn't be forced? "Want you, not them… they tease me…" A pout.
Blades was pouting.
Both Aid and Ratchet had run scans over both of the Mechs assured that they were in the best condition possible… considering the situation.
"I'll make you go away instead, how's that?" Aid replied with a slight snicker, lips twitching and both the Medics were stepping out the doorway, glad to see the last of the brothers finally find someone. "Go back to your quarters okay? And you stay there… I don't want to hear about either of you going on duty for the next orn."
Blades would usually hate being taken off duty shifts like that, but for once he wasn't about to argue. A Bond was shimmering between them, one that was in desperate need attention from both of them and the fact remained that neither Blades nor Trailbreaker had any idea about what to expect from each other.
Trailbreaker tucked an arm under Blades's aft, lifting him with surprising ease again, the smaller Autobot clinging to the bigger frame, just content on remaining there because everything did still ache in places and if he did decide to walk, he would most likely be on the floor within moments.
"My quarters." Blades offered softly, allowing himself to be carried, even though he might never live down the embarrassment that would come with being held like that.
A slight nod and they were out of Medbay quicker than a shot. It was clear Medbay was the last place either of them wanted to be.
Singing softly to himself, Blades was stretching slightly, feeling optics sliding over his back and clearly studying him with interest. The smaller Mech was turning about in the small 'kitchen' in his quarters, picking up a second cube of Energon from where it rested on the bench, twisting around to catch Trailbreaker watching him from the couch. The big black Mech looked a little uncomfortable in the surrounds he found himself in.
"Its not what you expected is it?" Blades asked softly, as he was carefully placing the second cube into the big black hands, making sure that their fingers brushed together lightly, attempting to physically reassure the other that he was not only welcome but wanted.
"No… no it isn't."
Instead of weapons or battle memorabilia, the walls were tastefully decorated with images of Cybertron, but several holograms made Trailbreaker blink in surprise. It was clearly from before the war, a rather familiar mech smiling in one of the holograms beside several well known performers, a small mech with bright blue optics and a soft pure white frame. The smile in the picture was more carefree, a cheeky wink and a wave was aimed in his direction as the hologram cycled through its short recording when it detected his attention on it.
"I wasn't always a warrior, I only became one when I was drafted. My brothers and I… we were upgraded into gestalt frames because of our natural bonds…"
"You… aren't…?" His optics widened sharply, turning back to gaze at Blades for a long moment, unable to help but stare in something akin to wonder. Before he remembered the… the singing that had been directed at him, the beautiful Cybertronian voice that just filled the entire night with warmth. He had been startled that it had always seemed to be directed at him whenever he came close to base… He just didn't realise…
"I am Starsong or at least I was…"
"I once saw you perform… It was… incredible… you…"
Slightly flustered by the praise he was receiving, he was delighted to know that Trailbreaker… liked that part of him. Most wouldn't actually believe he was originally Starsong, a popular singer from some of the 'upper' class establishments on Cybertron. It was the one talent he had, one that he had let fall silent here on Earth. He was a warrior… he didn't have time to compose. And he loved composing… missed having the equipment necessary to really return to his one passion other than fighting or rescuing people.
"'Breaker," He interrupted the other for a moment. "I'll sing for you any time you like." Blades were fluttering slightly, dropping against his back, before he was watching the other for a long moment.
"Really?"
"Yes." A slight nod and he was tipping his head forwards a little to gaze squarely at Trailbreaker, feeling the Bond tingle slightly… There were so many things that were going on within his processors that even Blades was having trouble keeping up. He was terribly familiar with Bonds, knew how to use one… But having only one… and a strong one that was still needing a lot of work was something even he didn't quite understand.
"You sure… you don't mind me being here?" Trailbreaker was still glancing about him, knowing he was in the other's quarters… in his private space and…
"You don't quite understand do you?" Blades said suddenly, gazing at the other and lightly tugging on the bond, watching the Mech swallow hard and shiver as a sudden burst of pleasure ran across his sensors from the intimate touch of their 'minds'. "I might not know you, beyond what I can see in the Bond. I might not quite understand everything that's going on within my Spark. But there is one thing you need to remember."
"What… what is… that?" 'Breaker was suddenly feeling himself the centre of Blades's attention, it was a nice feeling, one he wanted to feel far more often.
"You are my Bondmate."
The black Mech suddenly swallowed hard, optics wide and hearing it being said like that made him suddenly realise all the implications that came along with it. He was Bonded. He had a Bondmate… one that obviously liked him, even though half the time he wasn't much to look at.
"You are mine. I might be… naïve about some things." Blades was direct a pout the size of the Death Star at Trailbreaker, slender arms crossing over his white and red chassis looking suddenly flushed. "Okay…" Head turning away slightly and looking extremely flustered over the entire matter. "Okay… so I've never 'faced before…"
Trailbreaker's jaw suddenly ended up somewhere on the floor, the rather sexy little Mech was directing a pout in his direction, blades quivering sexily against his back, fluttering in a movement that 'Breaker was beginning to associate with the phrase 'touch me'. "I guess I have a lot more to look forwards to than I thought I did."
"You'd better be. My Spark hurts. Without a full Bond… I merged with you… I forced it…" Those blades were quivering even more, blue optics pinning the black Mech with a look that told him he would never have to worry about ever going without ever again. "You have to fix it."
"How?"
"Glitch-head! 'Face the slag out of me, okay? I want your servos on me. We might not quite know what to make of our feelings for each other. But I want to know in some fashion you WANT me."
"Slag yes."
"Then prove it!"
XD "Face me" XD
