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Inside of the Autobot base is just as abysmal as the outside, and Oil Slick sighs, "You really are slumming it, aren't you?" He pats the bot on his shoulder and separates from him, going over to the consoles and vidscreens to snoop.
"Hey, Prowl," the minibot on the couch says quietly, "who's the cyclebot?"
"Oil Slick."
The minibot yelps, optics widening, "You brought the fragging zombie-mech to our base?"
He bows, "My reputation precedes me. How wonderful." He pokes at the console, hoping for some information to return with.
The minibot, Bumblebee if he remember what the datapad said, jumps up, charging his stingers, "Get out!"
Prowl puts a servo on the mech's shoulder, "Calm down. He's perfectly harmless. We went to ninjabot school together. On Haydon IV."
Bumblebee frowns, putting his arms down in confusion, "What?"
"We attended ninjabot school together," Oil Slick repeats slowly, as if speaking to a particularly dimwitted sparkling. "Prowl is one of my dearest friends. I would only crush his spark if he truly deserved it." He dims his optics playfully at the minibot, "Yours, on the other servo . . well, there is a certain someone in the Decepticon ranks that has an order out to capture you online if possible."
Bumblebee shudders, "You're makin' that up, Decepticreep."
"Not at all, and it might even be worth it to take you so that he leaves me alone."
Prowl frowns, "They've been harassing you? Even though you're sparkbonded?"
He ignores the minibot's gasp of amazement and makes a face, "Of course they are. I haven't found him," rather tried to stay away from Blitzwing's tempting frame, "and they want to try for me. That didn't stop you, did it?"
The minibot makes an indignant sound, pointing at Prowl accusingly, "You fragged a sparkbonded bot? How could you?"
"We were young, and did not know what was so different about him. It was worth it to try back then." Prowl rests a servo on Oil Slick's shoulder, "But it was unsatisfying. We got very little from it."
Oil Slick nods, "My spark longs for another. One that I have not found yet." Will never find. Ever. Because he was constantly kept away from Blitzwing by Chaar. Strika had something of a grudge against Blitzwing, presumably because the mech often licked Lugnut as Random, upsetting her consort terribly.
He gives up on looking at the console, since it seems to have nothing on it of any importance, and flops into the couch. He makes a face, pulling out several metal meshes to spread on it to make it more comfortable as the minibot asks cautiously, "Do you think you'll find him?"
He shrugs, "Possibly." He tugs Prowl on the metal mesh next to him, and his fellow ninjabot almost melts on it. "I hope so, but it has been a very long time." He flicks his optics over the minibot, "Longer than you've been online, little Autobot."
The minibot bristles, "I am not some sparkling!"
The bot acts like a spoiled sparkling. "Perhaps a few sols in one of Shockwave's minibot cages would teach you some patience and manners."
The minibot's optics widen, and he stutters, "M-minibot cages? Cages?"
"How else do you think he keeps his pets?" Oil Slick was actually speculating. He had no idea what went on in that mech's chambers when he took his captive minibots in there, and absolutely no desire to learn either.
Prowl flicks at his headscrews, making him hiss. "Stop scaring him. He doesn't need this." He's kissed on the neck, "He has been fighting Decepticons for several stellar cycles. He is no longer any sparkling I can think of."
Oil Slick shrugs, "I suppose."
Bumblebee cautiously climbs onto the metal mesh, unsure if he's allowed, and yelps when Oil Slick tugs him against his side. "Let go of me, fra-"
He puts his claw against the bot's mouth, "Hush. You want to be comfortable, and I'm letting you. Calm down. I can't believe that you all are in such a run down building. We have a mountain that we converted into a comfortable base. You have... this."
"We are not so concerned with our comfort," Prowl says quietly. "We care more for the safety of the life on this planet. Most of our time that we could spend working on the base is spent helping with repairs in the cities.
Oil Slick . . does not care. Really, does not care at all. They're organics and if they get in the way, they end up offline. Now, he's not like Scalpel. He doesn't delight in picking organics apart to see what makes them tick, but he's not overly sympathetic with them either.
After all, nature seems to hate him. Why not hate it right back?
Even if he wants a sheep, he'll be fixing it so it runs on proper fuel. It will be so cute in his room, making little bleating sounds and being given energon candy from his claws.
He needs to get a cute one that won't run from him. One that is already domesticated into a proper pet. He doesn't want to train it, not like how most of the other bots had to with their organic pets.
He's interrupted from his thoughts by the green Autobot coming in. He wouldn't say he's big, being far too used to normal Decepticon sizes to ever think large Autobots are actually big. The mech blinks at them for a moment then asks, "... Why do we have a Decepticon that you're cuddling on the couch?"
"He's a Decepticon spy, and we're restraining him." Prowl rests his head on Oil Slick's chest, not even pretending he's doing anything other than cuddling. "He's a friend of mine from long ago. He-"
"Did you ever get around to fragging sensei Yoketron?" Oil Slick asks curiously, unsure if the bot ever managed to sneak his way into that berth. "Or did you spook when you realized he was planning on bonding some sol with you?"
Prowl's visor flashes, "Sensei has no intention of bonding with me, you lying aft."
He snorts, "Because he wasn't jealous when you started kissing me and trying to shove me into a berth just to get his attention."
Prowl nods, ignoring his sarcasm, "Exactly. Sensei isn't interested in anything with-"
"You think that because you most likely spent vorns and vorns just meditating like a fragger instead of experiencing life like you're supposed to." He pokes the bot, "You act so much younger than you should because of it."
Prowl huffs, "I know processor over matter, I'll have you know. I would say all that time medi-"
"Pushed you further away from him. You'll miss your chance if you don't. Sensei is old. He won't come back if you don't bond."
"Alpha Trion is older. You can't threaten me with sensei's offlining. He will be online for a very long time. Long enough that if I do," he huffs, "some sol decide to . . bond, we will be able to."
Oil Slick shrugs, "Do what you think best. Just know that if . . one of you offlines, you won't have the chance again." Not unless they're stupid like Acid Storm and decide to come back without a bond and without any sign that Blitzwing even remembers the seeker.
Prowl pauses, "Do... do you think that your sparkbonded offlined while you were growing up, and just never came back from the Well?"
He shakes his head, "No."
"You're very certain sounding. Is there any rea-"
He puts his claws in Prowl's mouth, and looks at the green Autobot still standing there. "What's your name?" May as well get more information to report back.
The mech shuffles his peds, looking uncomfortable, "Bulkhead."
He nods, holding out his servo to shake, "Oil Slick."
"The Oil Slick?" Bulkhead reaches out hesitantly, and gently clasps Oil Slick's servo in his three pincer fingers, shaking his servo a bit. "I'm uh . . honored, I guess? I hope you don't want to poison us all. Do you want a frozen energon treat? Sari made them for us, and they're really good."
He has no idea who 'Sari' is, or what frozen energon might look like. But the minibot perks up against his side, "Slag yeah, time for frozen energon pops. Bring them out, Bulkhead."
He watches as Bulkhead heads out of the room, most likely to get the frozen energon, and asks, "Is it a sweet?"
"It is," Prowl murmurs, cuddling close, "Optimus likes the ones with crystals we've managed to get, but I like the ones with rustflakes." The mech smiles, "Surprisingly easy to get rust flakes here, actually. Earth has a great deal of rain, and-"
"What the frag is he doing here?" They all blink when a red and white bot stomps into the room, "That's fraggin' Oil Slick. How did he even sneak in here?"
"I didn't sneak in. I was invited." He kisses Prowl's cheek playfully, trying to pinpoint where he knows the red and white bot from. He swears he's seen him somewhere before, and the vocal code sounds familiar too. But he can't quite place it.
Magnet weapons charge up, and Oil Slick arches an optic ridge at the bot, who growls at him, "You get your slagging sadistic, sick aft out of our base. You want a count of how many bots have died because of your sick inventions?"
Ah. Now he knows. It's that medicbot. That whole cosmic rust affair. Too bad he can't remember the mech's name.
He shrugs, "I am rather surprised you have an exact number. I certainly don't have one, and I get a datapad filled with information that Shockwave has gathered on stats Autobots have of me. I just stopped caring after about a thousand. And that was... awhile ago." He can't even remember how long ago he stopped caring about these things. It just... stopped being important after he did enough of it. He got to where he is by being ruthless, but it is easy to be ruthless when all you see are bots on the other side of you that you just can't begin to care about.
Just another number on the datapad, or another supply of things he needs for his lab. He could use a few more sparks for his rarer chemicals, but he just can't even care enough to kill a bot right now. Besides, the only ones here to do that are the bots he's sitting with.
If the reports are anything to go by, he'll be dead before he starts. Better not to bother.
They're surprisingly vicious little Autobots. Oil Slick thinks they would make good berthwarmers for the Decepticons. Put the whole team in collars and offer them to Megatron and his generals. With the exception of Blitzwing, of course. No slutty Autobot harem pets for Blitzwing. Only Oil Slick should get to taste that perfect spark.
He sometimes dreams at night about snuffing out Shockwave's spark with toxic chemicals so he can have full access to Blitzwing.
He's not had much of a chance to see if the rumors about them were true. Chaar has kept him occupied, and Blitzwing is often away on long missions, as is Shockwave. His disguised time as Longarm had been one of the best of Oil Slick's life. No creeperbot around Blitzwing.
He still hadn't been able to sneak into Blitzwing's berth, though. Constant missions with Team Chaar are rarely fun, and give him little to no free time to pose prettily for a triple-changer.
And he can pose so he looks his hottest. He has been carefully practicing in front of a mirror. Not that he will ever admit to such a thing out loud. He could even feign recharge in the middle of posing like that. Which is very helpful when his team leader decides that she suddenly needs into his room for no reason at all.
Fragging the bot would be the quickest way to tell if they'd been sparkbonded in the past. If their sparks suddenly bound themselves again, then Oil Slick was his reincarnated sparkmate. If they did not . . then Oil Slick would enjoy the frag and then curl up and cry when Blitzwing had fallen into recharge. And know that Primus is a cruel god.
"I don't give a slag. You're not gonna stay in my base, you sadist," the medicbot growls, and Oil Slick sighs dramatically.
"I can tell when I am not wanted. I suppose I should go." He kisses Prowl, glossa flicking against his lips playfully. "Another time, perhaps, my love. We will see each other on the battlefield, and you can show me what nasty Autobot tricks you've picked up."
Prowl smiles, "We're keeping your metal mesh."
He holds his servo over his chestplates, standing up, "Oh no. How will I live without one of my metal meshes?"
The mech slaps him on the aft so hard he dents, making his engines roar, "Get out of here, Oil Slick. You're upsetting Ratchet."
And now he has the names of all the bots.
All in all, a productive excursion out of the base.
He smiles, "Of course. I'll be go-"
Bulkhead walks in, looking disappointed, "Oh... so you don't want-"
He ignores Ratchet's angry growling, and is instantly leaning on the green bot, "Of course I do. You can even have a few candies in trade."
"Oh. . you don't have to give me anything. Sari's the one who made them." The big green bot offers him a tray. A very cold tray. "Here. You can have this. But you should find a bot to share them with. It's greedy to keep them all for yourself."
Oil Slick arches an optic ridge. Autobots were such strange beings. "I will share them." He plucks one of the strange treats out. There's a . . rust stick running up through the center of a frozen pink block of energon. He's never seen anything like that before. He'll give one to Scalpel. Watch the bot lick it with his teensy glossa.
He puts it in his subspace, and pulls out a second. He glares at the whine of the medic's weapons, "I am going. You don't need to rush me like this." He reaches into his subspace and pulls out one of the boxes of candy he has, and frowns at it, "That is very odd." It is one of the ones he should have sent to his mothers. Shrugging, he puts it in Bulkhead's servo, "There. You can have this. My creators will just have to go without this batch. I'm too far away from Haydon IV to send it right now, anyway."
Prowl perks up, looking amazed, "We'll give you the entire tray if we can have another box."
He frowns, "I don't know. It is some of my specialty candy, and I'm only giving it to him because-"
"Give us another box, and we'll get you three more trays."
Bumblebee yelps, "But that's all that we have!"
"It's worth it," Prowl hisses, and Oil Slick takes that as his cue to leave. He doesn't have all the time in the world to make candy. It's a valuable trade commodity, and he's not passing off another box for frozen treats of dubious quality. Now, had the 'Sari' responsible for them been there, he might have offered her a box for information on how to freeze energon. He'd thought it was impossible, considering the rather unique nature of the fuel. How did one keep the fuel from exciting and simply turning back into liquid slush? It took a special additive to get it to whip, and it must take something special to get it to freeze.
He'll figure something out. He has two to experiment on. One if he gives one to Scalpel, just to watch him eat it. The bot will demand he share, in the hope to kiss him.
Which is not at all a bad thing.
But first, he wants to get himself a pet sheep. Maybe it will turn pink from the energon. He'll get one of the ones with horns if he can, but he needs to have a pet that is so fluffy and adorable.
He skulks off to one of the fields, and perches atop the wood fence, waiting for a sheep to come over to him. One of them will prove themselves worth of his love and affection, and then it will be his forever. The fluffballs run around in the grass, stopping now and then to shove their faces in it and chew on it for unknown purposes. He wonders if they fuel on the organic mulch. It seems like a disgusting way to fuel when energon is available.
He waits as patiently as he can, which means he's twitching after a breem or so, wondering why his sheep hasn't selected itself and come over to him yet.
He is considering just grabbing one and leaving with it. He can cut it apart and experiment on it so he knows how to fix it up into a functional pet. He can wait for a better one when he's more relaxed. Possibly after a self-servicing session so he's not as twitchy.
He would like to do that on Blitzwing's berth, but that will be done on his own, unfortunately. He has no fraggin' clue where Blitzwing is right now, anyway.
He slips off the fence, and starts to walk over to one of the sheep. He grabs it quickly, before it can run off, and carefully pets it so it will calm down.
It makes a terrible noise and then there's foul-smelling liquid on his servos. Oil Slick drops the thing, disgusted, holding his servos out in front of him.
"You should wash your servos in ze water over zere," a familiar voice comes from behind him, tinged with the mad cackle that means that Random is in charge. "Ze organic fluids are not good for your joints. Zey get zem all sticky. It is ze same way wiz zeir internal juices when you squish zem under a ped." Blitzwing drops down into the grass and slowly creeps towards one of the sheep. "I did not know zat you liked zem too, Oil Zlick. Aren't zey adorable?"
If he didn't already love the bot, he's sure he would have fallen head over heels for Blitzwing at that. "Yes. They're really adorable." He reluctantly moves to where the water is that was mentioned and cleans off the liquid on his servos, "Do you come to see them much?"
Random looks over his shoulder to him, that maniacal grin firmly placed, and nods excitedly, "Ja! Zey are so wonderful, and I love how zey talk. Not like a human at all. I do not know how to do ze mods, or I would have one in my room."
He moves closer to the bot, putting a cautious servo on the mech, "I am thinking about modifying them. They won't have the same basic modifications that the humans get."
"Ja, but ze humans are boring. Zey are not cute and fluffy, and," Blitzwing scoops a sheep up and cuddles it, the thing bleating loudly in his arms, "zey love me. I play wiz zem often." The sheep does not leak fluids on Blitzwing, and Oil Slick glares at it.
It bleats at him, and then licks Blitzwing's cheek. Blitzwing giggles, and kisses the top of the sheep's head.
"I like zis one best," the mech confides, holding it out towards Oil Slick. It has a nice set of horns on it, and Oil Slick touches one. The sheep bleats with distress and starts kicking at Blitzwing's armor. Apparently his black thumb makes organics wary of him.
He sighs softly, backing away, "None of them like me. Not at all."
The sheep is set down, and it takes off, trying to stay away from him. Random shrugs, standing up and walking over to him, "We do not need to have ze sheep wiz us." He grins, optics brightening, "You are in a different frame zan when I last saw you!"
He nods, giving the bot a smile. He wishes his spark wasn't fluttering like a cyberfly just because Blitzwing is so close to him. He'll need to be careful not to risk the mech's ire and bring Hothead to the forefront, or he doesn't know what to do to calm him down.
He steps a little closer, "I am." He touches his waist, "Look how tiny this is, like I could just snap in half at any moment."
Blitzwing's engine revs, and the mech grabs him, drawing him against his frame. "You are very pretty. You would look so good in one of ze dresses I could make for you. Somezing wiz a nice, flaring skirt zat would show off your tiny waist." Random curls a servo around it. "I would not break you, not like my dollies." He flips rather abruptly to Icy, and his grip turns much harder, more possessive. "I zink, now zat ze Doctor is not here to interfere, zat we should . . conclude zis evening in my berz, pretty mech."
He cuddles against the bot, practically clinging to the triple-changer. "Are you sure?" He doesn't want to be shoved away.
Icy rubs his side, "You like chains, I like to use zem. You will be lovely on my berz. You are not-" Icy stops, giving him an odd look, "It does not matter what you are not. We will focus on you for now, ja?"
He isn't Shockwave. He can accept that, as long as it means he gets to be with Blitzwing. If his spark doesn't bond, then he's just a silly, stupid seeker. He'll go figure something else out. He's been surviving with a loose sparkbond, he can still live with one if this doesn't work.
He sighs happily, pulling out the tray of energon pops. "Share a treat with me on the way back?" He curls up in Icy's arms, and plucks a frozen pop from the mold, tucking the rest back in subspace. Oil Slick waits until Blitzwing is watching and then flicks his glossa against it, letting his optics dim with pleasure. It helps that it does taste fragging good, but it's nowhere near good enough for the moaning and revving he does.
It certainly doesn't prompt him to lick the pop like it was a spark.
Icy revs as he takes to the air, "How did you get ze energon to freeze like zat?"
He flicks his glossa against it, optics dim, "I went to visit the Autobots. They gave it to me."
Icy blinks at him, "You went to ze Autobots? How did you do zat?" The bot's fingers rub along his seams, then the bot smiles, "Nevermind, you can tell me later. For now I want to enjoy watching you eat zat."
Oil Slick holds up the pop for him, "You should try it."
Blitzwing studies him,and then takes a single lick. "It is very sweet. Now put it back in your mouz like a good little bot. I want to see you suck."
Pervert. Oil Slick slides the sweet into his mouth, sucking on it, moaning softly, like he loves the taste. It's really just a normal grade of energon. Very sweet in the frozen state, but nothing too special. It's a nice flavor, but not worth the little whines and mewls he's making around it.
The noises certainly do seem to get Blitzwing revving, though.
His aft is squeezed, making his mewls more genuine, and Icy revs. "Lord Megatron has said zat your aft is very sensitive."
He nods, "It is." Their leader was also very fond of walking into his lab when he wasn't doing anything dangerous, and then slapping him hard on the aft just to make him rev and whine. The bot doesn't do it as much as he could, if only because Oil Slick had taken to subtly adding things to his energon for a stellar cycle afterwards. Nothing that could be pinned on him, but he knows that Megatron realizes he did it.
It doesn't stop the bot entirely. He'll still come up and start spanking him sometimes, and Oil Slick has to gather up every shred of willpower to escape, rather than bend over and beg submissively. If Megatron were ever capable of getting Oil Slick bent over his lap, Oil Slick would be doomed. He'd end up grinding his spark on Megatron's lap as that big servo dented his aft.
If Blitzwing tried the same, Oil Slick would not even try to escape.
"I like sensitive afts," Blitzwing purrs in his audio, rubbing a little harder at it. "Zey are so much fun to play wiz."
He mewls happily, "Will you be spanking me before you tie me down?"
His neck is nibbled, "Maybe. I may want to do ozer zings first. We will see, ja?"
He nods, cuddling against the mech. He licks at the frozen treat, trying to make it last, but it is melting and getting over his claws. He licks off the energon, and laughs softly when Icy takes his servo and licks some off as well. "Do you like it?"
"You are very delicious, Oil Zlick. I look forward to seeing how your spark tastes."
"I look forward to having you taste me." He draws his claws down Blitzwing's chest, leaving sticky energon trails behind, which he cleans up with his glossa. The mech revs against him, and makes filthy promises in his audio about the many different kinds of chains and restraints he has available, to better tie down squirmy little bots. Oil Slick dims his optics, "As long as you don't mouthclamp me, I'm happy. I like having my mouth free." Even open-mouth clamps did not allow him to service sparks the same way.
Not that he knows much about them, but he has faint memories of Blitzwing using them on Acid Storm several times. Acid Storm certainly hadn't enjoyed them. Of course, Acid Storm only reluctantly allowed Blitzwing to chain and cuff him.
When Blitzwing lands on the ground on base, he's glad when he's not set down. He reaches into his subspace, and pulls out a box of his energon candy. "Do you want some?"
Icy pauses, looking at him, then he's kissed, quite forcefully. He mewls, clinging to the bot, and kissing back happily, letting Blitzwing dominate his mouth. When the bot finishes, Icy murmurs, "I zink zat I do, little bot." His aft is pinched, making him rev, and the triple-changer starts walking again, "You will feed me, ja?"
He sighs happily, opening the box and cutting a piece to feed a little at a time to Icy, "Of course."
Icy enjoys the candy, licking his claws as the cyclebot feeds him. Oil Slick revs helplessly. He squirms in Blitzwing's grasp as the mech ruthlessly works his aft, the metal so over-sensitive now that he worries that he'll overload just by thinking about it too hard. "Please," he whimpers, grinding his chest against Blitzwing's, and the larger bot revs.
"Nein. You will only overload in my berz, under me. Where little bots like you belong." He gets shoved onto said berth, and the mech pulls out a length of chain. "Do you have a preference for how you want to be tied?"
He shakes his head, lifting his arms above his head, "Anything that you want is fine with me." His spark flutters in excitement. He's never gotten this close to Blitzwing, since someone always interrupts him before he can even begin to flirt. Now he'll be here to try to bond, and nothing will go wrong at al-
There is a banging at the door, "Blitzving!" Oil Slick groans, he doesn't want Strika here. "Blitzving! You vill open up this instant! I saw you go in there vith Oil Slick!"
Icy glares at the door, "Go away, Strika. You have been doing zis ever since he joined your team. I will be doing zis now."
The door slams open, and she stomps in, "Ve have to have a meeting and know vhat he has gathered. You vill not stop me from this. Missions are more important than fragging a sparkbonded bot, you fragger." Oil Slick is yanked off of the berth, and shoved under her arm, "He vill be coming vith me."
"You really don't need to-" Oil Slick starts, only to have one of Strika's fingers shoved forcibly in his mouth, silencing him.
"Be quviet, little mech. I did not ask you. You are coming vith me, and if you try this again, Blitzving, I vill have vords vith Megatron about it. I do not think he vill be happy vith you for it."
Blitzwing scowls at her, flipping to Hothead, "If you take him from me again, I will crush you, you awful femme!"
She just ignores him and flounces out the door, Oil Slick tucked under her arm like a particularly spiky package. She doesn't set him down until they're in a meeting room. "There. You are not going to be forced to go into his berth. Ve vill keep you safe."
He glares, "Strika! Do you know how long I-"
She pushes him onto a chair, "You vere only in there for a short time. I managed to save you before he could force you. You vill not have to vorry about that. Just like how ve have been keeping the other bots avay from you."
"I didn't need your protection. I wanted to frag him. I-"
Strika's optics go wide, "You . . you vant to frag him? Oh, Primus, that fragger is your bondmate? But Blitzving never sparkbonded. Ve vould have known about it. Acid Storm vould have. . " she trails off and stares at him intently, "You are Acid Storm? A seeker reincarnated as a cyclebot? I have never heard of such madness." She prods his frame, "Vhy did you not tell us before now? Did you not trust us, little mech?"
Oil Slick scowls, "I am not sure if he is my bondmate or not, so don't go telling him that he is."
Spittor calls out cheerfully, "Too late!"
He gives the bot a confused look, "What?"
Spittor dances back and forth, almost playfully, "Just sent him a text asking if he was bonded to Acid Storm. He'll be replying soon."
He screeches angrily, jumping at the walker-mech, only to be caught by Strika. "He vas right to do it, little bot. You should have asked him in the first place. Or just said who you vere."
He keeps reaching for Spittor, clawing at the air, "Like frag I did! I'm not taking a reformat! I like my frame! I'm not going to be a screechy seeker!"
"If your flock leader vants it, you vill undergo a reformat, Oil Slick." Strika holds him, not letting him escape.
"No, I won't, you can't make me!" he shouts, aware that he sounds rather screechy as he does it. Sometimes the seeker traits . . shine through, no matter the frame.
The door slides open, and Blitzwing steps in, his faces flipping rapidly, settling finally on Icy. The mech steps towards them, one servo outstretched, ". . Meine Acid Storm? Is zat . . is it really you? Why have . . you have always tried to stay avay from me. Am I wrong? Are you not meine Acid Storm?"
He scratches at Strika, "I never tried to stay away. I actively tried to get into your berth, but everyone keeps pulling me away." He crosses his arms, "Besides, you aren't sparkbonded to me. I'm just..." He offlines his optics, "a stupid sparkbroken seeker."
Blitzwing frowns, "But I am sparkbonded to Acid Storm."
He glares, "There was no announcement! I could find no record of it, no matter how hard I tried! You are with Shockwave. I am constantly reproved from going to you, and I can't-"
Icy frowns at him, "You are ze one zat wanted to keep it a secret."
"Why would I want to keep it a secret?"
Blitzwing flushes abruptly, flipping to his Random face, "Zey . . well, we never did get permission to sparkbond. And you were worried zat your flockleader would get upset and banish you for bonding outside of your modeltype without requesting permission first."
Oil Slick has vague memories of that now, and of begging Blitzwing to stay silent until he had a chance to slowly introduce Starscream to the idea of it.
He'd offlined before he'd had the chance.
He groans, rubbing his optics, "Are all seekers as stupid as I was?" He sighs softly, "Starscream wouldn't banish a seeker for actually managing to sparkbond."
Blitzwing flips back to Icy, taking a step forward, "Zat is what I told you, but you kept insisting. You knew your flockleader better zan I, so I would to what you wanted. I would never-"
He makes a face, "So stupid. Dumb seekers that think they can sing, and are so fraggin' proud of themselves for things that don't matter. Prideful fraggers."
Strika coughs, and interrupts them. "If you are truly bondmates. . . perhaps you should go pay a visit to the berth?"
Oil Slick stares at Blitzwing and feels his spark pulse bright and hot. "I . . think that would be a good idea. A marvelous idea, in fact. I-" he jerks as Strika pushes his sparkplates open, snapping his locks in the process, "Strika!"
"Oil Slick," she mocks, and turns him to show his spark to Blitzwing. "Now, does this spark look familiar to you, Blitzving?"
Blitzwing flips to Random, exclaiming happily, "Acid Storm!" He's yanked out of her arms, and twirled around. "You should have done zis when you very first joined! I would have never let you out of my berz!" He's covered in kisses, a large glossa he knows wasn't there before flicking against his armor possessively, "We will bond right away!"
He clings to the triple-changer as they rush through the halls, "I... I missed you."
He's kissed excitedly, and the bot then flips back to Icy, kissing him again, "You missed me? I am ze one zat had to wait for you to grow up, remember me, zen do all zis waiting zat was all your fault. You should have let me tell Starscream."
"I should have, I'm sorry," Oil Slick clings to him, revving as Blitzwing pins him down to the berth, growling in his audio.
"Give yourself to me, Acid Storm. I am going to take you now."
He cuddles against Blitzwing, engine purring happily. His armor is rubbed lovingly, and Blitzwing kisses him. "I have missed you so much."
He nuzzles his love, "I won't be leaving you again. You won't have to worry about that."
He is pushed flat on the berth, "Good. I will have to chain you to ze berz to make sure of zat."
His spark pulses happily, "If you insist."
When Blitzwing pulls out a length of chain to do just that, he doesn't think he could get any happier.
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