He and Sideswipe had left their quarters in companionable silence, enjoying each other's presence as they tried to sort what was a completely new brand of emotions swirling through their sparks. Neither of them knew what to think of what had happened between them, they only knew that they had enjoyed it thoroughly. They had been together all their lifes, through thick and thin, and they were more than only twin brothers; they were the very best friend each other had. Now, considering what had happened, Sunstreaker was beggining to wonder if they could maybe be more than that.
Not that he had a chance to think about it, anyway. Just as they doubled the corner of the hallway leading away from the quarters section of the Ark, they ran into Bluestreak, and he was now talking to Sideswipe about something that he honestly couldn't care less about. The sniper's doorwings twitched excitedly every now and then, but Sunstreaker wasn't really paying attention to them, his optics were locked on his brother's grinning form as he talked and gestured with Bluestreak, his own cheerful gaze landing on his brother's intent one every now and then, and everytime he would offer his golden twin a sheepish smile, while the grey doorwinger remained oblivious to it all.
As soon as the three mechs walked into the , an eerie silence engulfed them, every mech present in the room staring in their direction. Sunstreaker's frown deepened, his optics falling on the grinning form of Cliffjumper who was staring at them as if he had been waiting for their arrival. This didn't look good. Sunstreaker's hands balled into tight fists as he strode towards the table on the furthest corner of the room, Sideswipe following him and trying to act as if everything was just normal, Bluestreak by his side. The expression of the grey mech's face-plates was priceless, his optics wide and staring at everyone as if they had all gone crazy. All the mech's gazes were locked on the twins as they finally sat on the table, and after a moment, they begun talking again, the Room returning to it's habitual noise.
"What the pit was that all about?" Bluestreak asked curiously, still looking around as his doorwings twitched nervously. Sideswipe was about to reply that he had no idea, when Tracks's voice came from the center of the room. "What that was about you ask, Blue? Why don't you ask your sick friends over there, huh?"
Bluestreak confused expression turned to look at the twins, as Sunstreaker gritted his dental-plates together, only one breath away from snapping. Sideswipe glared coldly at the corvette, raising his voice over the noise of the crowd. "As far as I'm concerned, the sick one here is Cliffjumper. He was the one to ask me to do that after I lost that slagging game!"
"Ah c'mon Sideswipe, you well know that I didn't mean for you two to make out for as long as you did! Pit, I didn't even think you would do it!" The minibot yelled from across the room, glaring indignantly at the red front-liner.
"What surprises me is that after all Sunstreaker says about himself and his looks, one would expect that he would go after a decent mech, not settle with his own ugly twin brother." Tracks sneered, neatly folding his servos across his overly polished chassis.
However, Sideswipe didn't have a chance to reply. In one swift movement, Sunstreaker had jumped out of his chair and was making his way toward the blue mech, his optics narrowed to thin slits and glinting murderously. Tracks was already on his feet, and even though he was slightly smaller than Sunstreaker, he didn't back down. It would have been smarter if he had. Sunstreaker lunged at him, tackling the red-faced to the ground and even before the other had any chance to defend himself, he begun pummeling his face-plates, throwing vicious punch after punch until someone pulled from him, yanking him off the mangled form of the corvette. He was about to lash out with a punch at the slagger that had interrupted him, but he realised just in time that it was Sideswipe, pulling him away from the mechs that were helping Tracks up.
"You're insane, Sunstreaker" Cliffjumper yelled at him as he helped the other mech up, and begun dragging him toward the med bay. "Insane and sick! Get your boyfriend out of here before he hurts someone else, Sideswipe!"
This time it was Sunstreaker the one that had to stop his brother from lunging at the minibot, instead grabbing his arm and dragging him away from the .
"Slag sucking piece of shit, I should have killed the fragger a long time ago!" Sunstreaker cursed as he strode towards the exit of the Ark. His patrol shift was about to start, and thankfully, it was with no other than Sideswipe. Sunstreaker paused his tirade when he noticed his twin's silence, and he looked sideways to see what had his brother so quiet. He was met with the unusual sight of his brother's gloomy expression, and he stopped walking, turning to face him and momentarily forgetting his anger.
"Siders, what's wrong?" It was a stupid question, really. It was more than obvious what was wrong, as his twin lifted his helm to look at him, arching an optic ridge almost derisively.
"Other than what the slaggers are saying? Nothing... I'm fine." He saw his brother sigh and look away, and he knew that he wasn't saying the truth.
"You're the worst liar in the universe Sideswipe. Spill it." He growled, folding his servos across his chassis.
Sideswipe frowned, his lips curling upwards into a sneer as he glared at his twin. "You know perfectly well what's wrong. Tracks is right. You can have any mech in this slagging place, you shouldn't be wasting your time with me." He grumbled the last part, gritting his dental-plates together and looking down to the ground.
Sunstreaker froze, staring at the red Lamborghini as if he had lost his mind. He wasn't expecting that. Sideswipe was jealous. Not only he was jealous, but he was also talking about them as if they were... 'something'. Were they, now? He felt his spark lurching in it's chamber at the sight of his brother's sullen expression, and to know that the reason behind it was fear of being rejected by him made his spark flutter. That meant that his brother had been thinking just the same thing he had. Maybe they could be more than just friends and twin brothers.
Unable to stop himself, his lips curled upwards in a tiny smile as he moved forward, lifting his brother's chin with his hand and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lip-plates. He really didn't care if anyone saw them, the only thing that mattered for him now was his beautiful twin standing in front of him and being a complete idiot.
"You're stupid sometimes, Sideswipe. Tracks is nothing more than a slagging glitch. I think I'm more than capable of choosing who I want to be with, don't you think?" He paused, circling his brother's waist with one of his arms as he lifted the other to caress his brother's face-plates. "And I'm sorry to tell you this, but I already chose. And you know that I only choose the best for me."
Sideswipe grinned, his own arms sliding around Sunstreaker's body and pulling him close, his spark all but jumping in his chassis. He couldn't care less that they were brothers... he only cared about Sunstreaker, and he knew he wanted him in /every/ possible way. And it seemed that Sunstreaker desired the same thing,
"Gotta say you're wrong, Sunshine. I got the best one this time"