Chapter 5:Aus Liebe

In folkloric tales, undead vampires often visited loved ones and caused mischief or deaths in the neighbourhoods they inhabited when they were alive. They wore shrouds and were often described as bloated and of ruddy or dark countenance, markedly different from today's gaunt, pale vampire which dates from the early Nineteenth Century. -Wikipedia

"So ve drank a bit too much. I'ts not like it's never happened before." Icy glared at the younger sibling.

"The last, und ONLY, tim e that has ever happened vas vhen ve vere first turned." Random looked down, embarrassed.

"Oh...right...sorry."

"Vell," The oldest stated bitterly, "Ve haf fed, un dnow ve cannot stop thinking about him. Great...Just bvonderful/b..." Hothead rolled his optics and shook his head, propping his feet on the table.

"Oh please," He spat," Ve haf been infatuated vith him before zhis little 'snack attack' ever happened. You know as vell as I do zhat ve ignored him because you're in love vith him. His blood type just so happens to be our favorite..."

"Virgin?" The youngest asked. Hothead shook his head.

"Nein..Though it DOES add to it..." Random let out a sad sigh, making the older siblings turn back to him.

"I vish he'd play zhe violing again. He gets some of zhe most beautiful zhoughts..." At times, Icy envied his brother's ability to read minds.

"Vhat types of zhoughts?" He asked. Random shrugged.

"Oh, just memories of his life before zhe war, like his days at the academy...vith his late bondmate-hey, zhat rhymes! Hahahaha!" The oldest cast down his optics.

"Ve messed up..." Random fell silent. For once, the youngest was serious.

"He has to know, bruder..." The middle sibling stayed silent, looking away. Icy looked up.

"Nein...he can't know."

"if you zhink about it," Hothead stated, still looking at the wall, "Since ve know about him, it's only fair zhat he knows about us..." Icy closed his optics. When he opened them again, the others were gone.

"i hate it vhen zhey're right..."

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The next day went by quickly, slowing down once evening crawled in and took over. Once again, Starscream sneaked out of his room and made his way towards the monitor room. If it was up to him, he would've stayed in his room and recharged. Unfortunately for him, Blackarachnia was an evil femme bent on making him confess his love(and possibly have an excuse to beat the German mech to a bloody pulp). When he leaned on he doorframe to peek inside, his spark skipped as he saw the mech standing on front of the desk and facing him.

"Starscream." His voice lacked any emotion. The seeker gulped nervously. "Ve need to talk." He stepped into the room, suddenly feeling drawn to the mech. It felt as if the triple-changer was pulling him in by a tiny little thread. As he stepped in, the seeker closed the door behind him. He leaned on the door as Blitzwing began talking.

"Ve need to talk about vhat happened last night..." Starscream's faceplates heated up. He could remember clearly what happened, especially when the taller mech ran his tongue over his wound.

"Y-you mean when you bit me?" Blitzwing's opic widened in surprise. He moved closer to the seeker, leaning in until their faces barely touched. Starscream ooked up at him with bight, innocent optics.

"Mein hypnosis does not vork on you, does it?" Starscream shook his head.

"N-no... I guess it's part of my 'ability'... If seers were hypnotized, their powers would be abused."

"You mean more abused then they vould be..." The seeker cast down his optics.

"Yes..." He looked up again.

"You're a vampire."

"I am."

"Can I see your fangs?" Blitzwing raised an optic ridge.

"Vhat?" He stared at the seeker, looking for any sign that he was joking. The seeker was dead serious.

"You're serious? I bit you and made you faint and you STILL vant to see mein fangs? Seekers are strange..." Starscream smirked.

"Not as strange as triple-changers... Now come on, open up." BLitzwing rolled his optic. The seeker was always so persistent, and annoyed him to the Pit... but then again, that's one of the reasons he loved him so much. He looked down for a moment, and when he looked up, his long, sharp fangs stuck out from his mouth. The seeker hesitantly bought his hand up, carefully touching the sharp dentals. As harmless as it seemed, Blitzwing was using all his might to stop himself from biting the seeker's hand. His blood just smelled so intoxicatingly sweet. He closed his optic, trying to calm his urges to jump the seeker. To his relief, Starscream pulled his hand away.

"Blitzwing? Are you okay?" The tripe-changer suddenly pinned Starscream's wrists to the door as he buried his face in the seeker's neck. Starscream gave a small moan as he felt the other's tongue running over the metallic skin on his neck.

"B-Blitzwing?" The seeker felt himself heat up at the triple-changer's actions. One of Blitzwing's hands craned his head to expose his neck. Before Starscream could ask what he was doing, the triple-changer bit down. Starscream whimpered from the pain, but the stinging began to disappear almost instantly. It suddenly felt relaxing, and the seeker leaned into the bite, closing his optics. His processor began to get fuzzy from the sudden loss of energon.

"Blitzwing..." He barely whispered. The triple-chager pulled away, looking at the seeker. Starscream's face reddened as he saw the mech's mouth stained with his own blood. For some reason, he found that morbidly attractive. Blitzwing licked his lips, savoring the seeker's blood.

"I drank too much again, haven't I?" Starscream swayed, but was suddenly held in Blitzwing's strong arms. He sighed happily, laying his head on the other's chest.

"Why do you do this to me?" He muttered. Blitzwing looked down at the seeker in his arms.

"Do vhat, Starscream?" The seeker was slowly falling asleep in his arms.

"You do all these things to me... You fight with me but suddenly do something that makes me love you more than I already do..." The triple-changer stared at him, astonished. Starscream loved him?

"You...you love me?" The seeker sleepily nodded.

"I do... no matter how many times you piss me off or yell at me... I always find myself loving you more than my spark can bear..." Blitzwing silently thanked Primus before he lifted the seeker's face and made him look at him.

"I love you too..." He whispered before capturing his lips in a deep, love-filled kiss.

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"So... Nothing happened?"

"Well, he kissed me..."

"That's IT!? No hot mech loving or anything?! Blitzwing sucks..."

'You don't know how right you are...' Starscream mused to himself. Blackarachnia kept preaching how something 'sexier' should have happened between the two, making the seeker laugh. The feme suddenly stopped when she saw a scar on the seeker's neck.

"What the slag is that?" She pulled on hsis shoulder before he could protest. Her optics widened, then a smile crawled n her face.

"Just a kiss, huh?" He sulked on her bed.

"Oh, shut up..."