Sunstreaker was sitting on his berth, his optics locked on the red form sitting on their desk. Sideswipe was currently focused on cleaning his blaster, taking it apart and putting it all back together, completely oblivious to his golden brother's optics intently studying him. He couldn't understand why he had never noticed before how much he liked his twin. He had always believed -and still did- that he was the finest looking cybertronian ever created, and the best at everything he did. Now, however, he was convinced that his brother was perfect as well. Not better than him, but almost as good as he was... and that was saying a lot.
Sideswipe cursed as he dropped a little piece of his blaster, and as he leaned down to pick it up, he gave his brother a rather nice view of his aft. Sunstreaker chuckled, sitting up and leaning back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest-plates. "Looking good, Sides" He teased, his lip-plates curling upwards in a seductive smirk. Sideswipe froze, slowly getting back to his seat and turning to look at Sunstreaker with a confused look, before he finally realised what he meant. Snorting, he put his blaster down and moved to the berth, climbing on it and straddling his twin's hip-plates. They were on Sunstreaker's berth, where they now slept every night. Sideswipe's berth had been abandoned ever since that night that had changed everything between them.
"Why thank you gorgeous, I'd say you are too, but I don't think it makes you justice." The red mech purred, leaning down to press their lip-plates together. Sunstreaker returned the kiss, still smirking before his arms slid around his twin's waist. "I know, no compliment ever makes me justice."
Snorting, Sideswipe leaned down to kiss him again just as someone knocked the door, interrupting them. Refusing to let go Sunstreaker tightened his grip around the red front-liner's waist, pulling him closer. "Let 'em knock, we're busy." He growled into his twin's audio receptor, but Sideswipe squirmed out of his hold, getting to his feet. "Can't do, bro, I know who it is. Jazz told me that there might be a party tonight, and I asked him to let me know whether it was going to happen or not." He sighed as he walked to the door, keying it open. Sunstreaker frowned again, muttering something about kicking the saboteur's aft for interrupting them as the door slid open, revealing the grinning form of Jazz standing in the doorway.
"Hey man, whazzup? Came to let ya know 'bout the party Siders, I 'convinced' Prowl ta leave us alone for th'night." He said, and Sideswipe was sure he was winking behind his visor.
" 'Convinced' him, Jazz? Do I wanna know what you're talking about?" The red warrior chuckled, already knowing what they had probably done. Jazz had been dancing around Prowl for the last few millenias, and it was more than common knowledge that Prowl returned the feelings.
"Nah, I'd rather keep it a secret ya know. Just try not ta laugh if ya see him walking funny!" With that both him and Sides bursted into laughter while Sunstreaker snorted from the berth. It was well known that Jazz was a player, almost half of the ark had been bedded by him, and he had even tried with the twins without any luck. That didn't stop him from trying, however, much to Sunstreaker's wrath. Jazz had the annoying habit to be rather touchy when he was flirting, and when it was annoying enough when he did it on himself, he could barely hold his anger when he put his slagging fingers on Sideswipe. He had been able to hold himself back so far, but he didn't know how much longer he would be able to control himself.
Finally noticing Sunstreaker's presence, Jazz waved at him, his abitual grin settled on his face-plates. "Hey Sunshine, didn't see ya there! How ya doin'?"
With a deep growl he glared coldly at him, his lips curling upwards into a sneer. "Don't call me that, fragger" He spat, even though he knew the other mech had rank over both of them. He honestly didn't care.
"Easy there Sunstreaker, sorry man." He said, not the least bit phazed about Sunstreaker's more than hostile behaviour. That's how the saboteur was, always taking everything in stride.
"Slag off." He grumbled, getting to his feet and moving away to their personal wash-racks, he had to get ready for the slagging party.
"Thanx for letting us know Jazz, we'll be there in a little while" Sideswipe said, now suddenly in a hurry to get rid of Jazz. He loved 'helping' his twin in the wash racks, and he wasn't about to miss it for the black and white mech.
Getting the subtle dismissal Jazz nodded, putting a hand to Sideswipe's shoulder and squeezing before turning to leave. "See ya later, dude!". With that he was gone, so Sideswipe locked the door and rushed to the wash-racks where he was greeted with a sight he would never get tired of. His brother was under the powerful stream of hot water, steam swirling around his body as he rubbed the cleansing solution over his frame, and making a damn good show of it too. With a deep, needy growl he got into the wash-racks with him, grabbing a handful of the solution and rubbing it over his twin's golden frame just as he leaned closer to press a harsh kiss to his lip-plates, melding their lips together before his glossa brushed his brother's lower lip, begging for access.
Sunstreaker downed another cube of high grade as he listened to the other bots' conversations, not really interested in what they had to say. Even though he hadn't drunk as much as he had in the last party, he was still pretty overcharged. So was his brother, and the rest of the mechs on that table; Jazz, Mirage and Hound. 'Raj and Hound were't really in the conversation, too busy talking to one another to pay attention to anything else. Jazz visor glinted in delight as he babbled about what he had done to Prowl earlier that day, and Sideswipe merely laughed at him, downing his 6th cube. After patting his twin's shoulder he got to his feet, heading towards the energon dispenser to get a pair of cubes for both himself and his twin, leaving the red mech with the other bots in the table. They were having fun, and even Sunstreaker was enjoying himself, enjoying his red twin's beautiful smile.
That was until Jazz got bored of his current topic of conversation and, taking advantage of the golden mech's absence, started to go on and on about how good Sideswipe was looking that night.
Sideswipe felt the energon freeze in his lines as Jazz told him exactly what he would love to do to him, in the most filthy, explicit words he could possibly think of. Of all the mechs present in the party, Jazz had been the one to drink the most, and now it was more than obvious as a black hand run down his chassis in a manner that was way more than just friendly. Sideswipe got to his feet, trying to scoot away from the saboteur before his twin returned and decided to throttle the black and white mech, but he found himself yanked into a strong pair of arms, one of them wrapping around his waist while the other roamed freely over his chassis.
"Get the frag off me, Jazz!" He growled threateningly, jumping as a bold pair of fingers dug themselves into his side-seams, seductively caressing the wires beneath.
"Aw Siders, but yer lookin' /so/ good t'night, don'tcha wanna have a lil fun with me?" Jazz purred into his ear before forcefully pressing his lip-plates against Sideswipe's.
Just in that moment Sunstreaker grabbed the two cubes and turned to head towards the table. His optics fell on his twin's struggling form being kissed by Jazz and he dropped the cubes, storming towards the pair with a murderous glint in his optics. He felt the energon boiling in his lines as the anger bubbled up inside of him, threatening to take over him. Sideswipe belonged to him, and nobody, /NOBODY/ was allowed to touch him.
As he finally got to the table he grabbed Jazz by the arm and yanked him away from Sideswipe before throwing a hard punch to his face-plates. The saboteur flew backwards, landing gracelessly on his aft and staring up in confusion at the golden warrior.
"What the pit Sunny! What was that for?"
Not that he got an answer, anyway. Sunstreaker lunged at him, pulling him back to his feet and throwing another strong punch at him that again collided with his face-plates, cracking the left corner of his visor. With a pained yell Jazz struggled to get away from him and only managed to succeed when Sideswipe grabbed Sunstreaker and pulled him away from the black and white mech, concern evident in his optics. Not because of Jazz, but because the saboteur was a ranking officer, which meant that Sunstreaker was surely going to spend the night in the brig.
"Sunny calm down!" The red mech pleaded, placing his hands on his brother's chest-plates to keep him from attacking Jazz again. Hound and Mirage were now helping an uncharacteristically annoyed saboteur back to his feet, and they all stared at the twins in shock
"You stay the frag away from Sideswipe, Jazz, or I will fragging kill you!" Sunstreaker growled, his optics never leaving the injured form of the saboteur. His face-plates were contorted in a murderous glare, and his fists were balled into tight fists. Before Sides could say anything he had grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side, standing rather protectively in front of him.
"What the pit is it to you what I do with him, anyway? He's your brother, not your fragging belonging!" Jazz sneered at him, stepping closer to the twins in a quite stupid display of courage. It was well known that Sunstreaker never lost a fight, and the golden warrior seemed to be more than just pissed. Anger only served to make him even deadlier.
"That's where you're wrong, Jazz. Sideswipe belongs to me, and if you fucking touch him again I'm gonna make sure no one recognises what fragging alt-mode you have." He spat out, stepping closer to him as well.
Sideswipe fidgeted uncomfortably next to him, tugging from Sunstreaker's arm. "Sunny, that's enough, let's get out of here before he-" He was cut short by his brother's deathly glare, just as the saboteur frowned, tilting his helm to the side.
"What? He 'belongs to you'? What's that even supposed to mean?"
"What the frag do you think it means, genius?" The golden warrior said as he grabbed his twin's arm and pulled him closer, optics still locked on Jazz's visor. Just as he did that, understanding downed upon Jazz, and he gaped at the twins, his visor bright with shock.
"No way..." Was all he could say before Sunstreaker snorted, clenching his jaw tightly.
"Yes. And you all better know that because I will kill anyone who dares to touch him."
"You're sick..." Jazz scowled in disgust, disbelief evident in his face as he stared in shock at them. "You're brothers! You're twins for spark's sake!" The bots around them were saying the same thing over and over again, some of them glaring in disgust while a few of them seemed to finally understand. Bluestreak was one of the few that didn't seem to be disgusted, in fact he was trying his best to hold back a smile as his doorwings twitched excitedly. After a few minutes he stepped forward, nervously putting an arm to Jazz's shoulder. "Jazz, leave them alone, what they do is none of our business..."
Shaking his helm in disgust he jerked away from Blue, glaring at Sunstreaker before he pointed a finger at him as his visor sparked. "Report to Prowl's office for punishment, goldielocks. I already informed him of what you did. He wants you there. Now." He sneered at the red twin before turning to walk away, probably towards the med bay.
The rest of the mechs were still casting disaproving looks towards the twins, some of them even daring to insult them, but the twins weren't listening. Just as Jazz had turned to go Sideswipe had moved to stand in front of Sunstreaker, his hands moving to grab his brother's fore-arms as they locked gazes.
"Sunny that was stupid! You know Jazz is a ranking officer! Now you'll probably be locked up in the brig!" He snapped at him, squeezing his brother's fore-arms tightly until it hurt, but Sunstreaker didn't jerk back. They ignored the other mechs that were now finally moving away, all but Bluestreak. He remained there, a few feet away from them and silently waiting for them to be over with their argument.
"So what was I supposed to do? Let him do whatever the frag he wanted with you? Pit no, I'll kill the next mech that dares to put a finger on you, Sideswipe!" He hissed angrily, shifting his hands around so he was grabbing his brother's arms now and pulling him closer, not giving a damn about the rest of the mechs. They could all go frag themselves for all he cared. "You belong to me, Sideswipe. No one else." His tone was low and threatening and left no place to argueing... not that Sideswipe would have done it, anyway. Smirking at his twin he shook his helm before letting out a soft sigh. "Seems we're not secret anymore... Now we'll gonna have to deal with them". Snorting, Sunstreaker glared at the mechs around, narrowing his optics threateningly. "Let 'em come and I'll show them", he growled angrily.
Finally daring to approach them Bluestreak cleared his vocalizer, his doorwings twitching nervously. "Uhm... guys?"
Sideswipe was the first to look at him, and after realising it was Blue he smiled, tilting his helm curiously to the side. "Bluestreak, why did you ...why did you try to stop Jazz?" He asked curiously, and more than a little thankful.
"I don't know, I couldn't let him keep bugging you guys, because he was wrong, you know? What you two do isn't any of our business, and he should know that, and I'm kinda happy that you two are together because you two look happier than ever no matter how they all think it's wrong, not that I think it's wrong too, I say that you can't choose the one you love but it's okay because you two are happy and that's what matters in the end don't you think?" He babbled, looking from one twin to the other. Sunstreaker stared at him in silence, his face expressionless but he was also rather thankful, not that he was going to admit it. At least the young gunner wouldn't be bugging them for being together.
"Yeah I think so too, Blue. Thank you" Sideswipe said, grinning brigthly at the sniper before turning to Sunstreaker with a sad smile. "You gotta go to Prowl's office now before he gets here himself."
"As if I cared." Came the gruff reply, but after squeezing his brother's arm for a moment he moved away, heading out of the Rec Room and towards the strategist's office. After he had walked a few feet away from the room Sideswipe caught up with him and walked with him through the hallways of the ark in silence. Once they were before Prowl's office they stopped, and Sideswipe reached for Sunstreaker's hand, pulling him in for a tight embrace.
"Slagger. Berth's gonna be cold without you tonight"
"Yeah, well the brig will be colder." Sunstreaker chuckled in return, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lip-plates, a kiss that dragged on for a couple of minutes, lip-plates melding together and their glossas caressing one another in the tender kiss. After they broke apart Sideswipe frowned, pressing his fore-helm against Sunstreaker's. "I'll come see you tomorrow. I love you."
"I love you too. I'll be waiting for you." He said as his brother turned to walk away, letting out a long sigh. He turned, pressing the chime of the door and waited for Prowl to open, his face already the mask of irritation once again.
Even if he had to spend the night in the brig, he would do it all over again. Sideswipe was worth it.