Chapter 20: Bruder
A werewolf or werwolf, also known as a lycanthrope, is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or an anthropomorphic wolf-like creature, either purposely, by being bitten or scratched by another werewolf, or after being placed under a curse. This transformation is often associated with the appearance of the full moon, as popularly noted by the medieval chronicler Gervase of Tilbury, and perhaps in earlier times among the ancient Greeks through the writings of Petronius.

Skywarp watched with sad optics as Starscream dropped himself onto the large, elegant berth and curl into a fetal position as he cried. The purple seeker sat at the corner of the bed.

"D-do you w-want me to l-leave you a-alone?" Starscream shook his head. He pushed himself up into a sitting position. Skywarp couldn't help but notice just how pretty the seeker's waist was when his back was curved a certain way.

"N-no..." He whispered. "Stay with me... I don't want you out there by yourself..." Skywarp tilted his head in confusion.

"W-why?" He asked. Starscream sniffled, wiping some tears from his cheeks.

"I don't want you to get into trouble or get hurt..." Skywarp's optics widened. Why was the seeker so worried for him? Starscream gave him a sad smile, as if he had heard what he was thinking.

"You're too sweet... I don't want you to get hurt..." Skywarp was taken aback, and he crawled closer to the seeker.

"H-how do y-you know what I-I'm like?" He asked, curious. Starscream sniffed.

"Because," He explained, "No Decepticon, no matter how loyal, would run to inform Megatron of what was about to happen. They would have either run away or joined in..." He shivered as he remembered what almost happened. Without warning, Skywarp threw his arms around him, nuzzling his neck to hide his own tears. Shocked at first, Starscream calmed down and patted the seeker's back.

"What's wrong, Skywarp?"

"N-no one's... E-ever b-been s-so... nice to m-me..." He sobbed into his neck. The magenta seeker was so warm and gentle, not like his siblings at all. They stayed like that for a long moment, Starscream calming down the other with soft whispers. Once Skywarp calmed down, Starscream lowered himself onto the berth and lay down. Skywarp looked down at him confused.

"S-Starscream?" The seeker yawned, stretching out his arms.

"I'm tired... You can have the other side of the berth... It's bing enough for five mechs..." Skywarp blushed at his thoughts and scooted to the other side of the berth, adjusting his outfit. Starscream turned over onto his front, folding down his wings.

"Good night, Sky..." The purple seeker smiled a little bit before folding down his own wings as well. Maybe that's why Megatron wanted Starscream; The seeker was so kind and gentle, you just wanted to have that purity all to yourself. For once, Skywarp felt a little safer that night when he began to recharge.

Bumblebee leaned on the bench in the small park outside the hospital. After his small episode with Blitzwing, the dhampir needed some air to clear his mind. Everyone else was either trying to help locate Starscream, recharging, or just trying to catch up with old friends, like Prowl and Jazz. Lockdown seemed to have disappeared, and Ratchet was off with a friend of his named Arcee. Optimus was somewhere with Sentinel, and his vampire half could smell the lust radiating off them. It was then that he realized just how close the primes were for being cousins. Demons didn't mind beign incestuous, apparently...

The yellow mech believed he had spent enough time outside and was about to go bug Cliffjumper when something hit him really hard and made him fall. Said thing was a certain light blue mech that was currently on top of him, still stunned from the crash. Bumblebee couldn't help but notice just how warm the mech was. He slid out from under the other, glaring at the mech.

"Watch where you're going, Zippy!" The other glared back, and Bumblebee couldn't help but stare. The mech seemed so familiar. It was when he started talking that Bumblebee should have just kept silent.

"Okay-first-of-all-the-name's-not-Zippy! In-fact-I-don't-think-I've-ever-heard-of-anyone-called-Zippy..."

"Uhhhh..." 'Zippy' snapped out of his ponderings and smiled sheepishly, stretching out his arm to help Bumblebee onto his feet.

"Sorry-about-that! The-name's-Blurr. I'm-an-Elite-Guard-agent-and-I-had-a-report-to-turn-in-right-now. I'm-really-sorry. I-should've-been-looking-where-I-was-going..."As fast as Blurr was talking, Bumblebee caught every word he said. Dusting off some metal shavings from his knee he had gotten from falling, he smiled.

"My name's Bumblebee. I don't know if you remember me, but we used to be in boot camp together. And it's fine... Just be a bit more careful next time..." Blurr smiled, giving Bumblebee a quick kiss on the cheek. Bumblebee blushed at the sudden contact.

"After-all-these-years-you're-still-not-accustomed-to-my-culture!" The blue mech joked. Bumblebee wanted to talk to him more, but before the dhampir could stop him, Blurr gave him a last goodbye and sped off. Picking off one more metal shaving, Bumblebee walked back inside the building, bumping into Lockdown.

"Whoa! Sorry, kid. Didn't-" Lockdown stopped in mid-sentence, sniffing the air around them. He suddenly leaned down until his head was over Bumblebee's and took in a big sniff. The yellow mech looked up at him in confusion.

"Uh, Lockdown? What in Primus's name are you doing?" The jaguar straightened himself back up, still looking down at him with a confused expression.

"Who've ya been with, kid?" Bumblebee shugged.

"Just with you guys, and I met with an old friend of mine named Blurr... Why?"

"Ya smell like cheetah..."

Hotshot shivered when the ship's doors opened. Shockwave had ordered them to go with him when he escaped the Elite Guard on Cybertron. Someone had found out what he really was, and being the suspicious mech he was, took it out on Rodimus, blaming him for confessing to the higher-ups. Rodimus had nothing to do with it, of course, but it seemed that whatever happened that was not to Shockwave's liking, the Prime would get punished for it. Decepticon raid gone wrong? Consequence. Another Decepticon dead or imprisoned? Consequence. Weather clear or windstorm? much as Hotshot hated Rodimus for turning him, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He snapped out of his thoughts as the chain tied around his neck pulled him along towards the base.

"It would seem that Cyclonus has captured Starscream and, due to an unfortunate mishap, we are going to use one of Megatron's extra bedrooms." Rodimus was also in chains, but his seemed less constricting than his.

"That was most generous of him..." He replied quietly. Shockwave rested his claws on the Autobot's head, and Hotshot felt a wave of sickness run through his frame.

"You seem to be behaving better, my dear. You shall not go unrewarded..." Hotshot's chaine was handed ofer to Rodimus.

"See to it that your creation is cleaned and presentable to Megatron. And if he doesn't behave..." The claws tightened their grip on the red Autobot.

"... There shall be Hell to pay..."

When Starscream woke up from his recharge that morning, he noticed that Skywarp had moved a bit closer that night. He also noticed that the black seeker was also a cuddler, which didn't really help because without his armor, Starscream's waist was extremely sensitive. When Skywarp moved to nuzzle deeper into his back, Starscream had to bite his lip to stop himself from whimpering. He felt like that time after he had bonded with Blitzwing. The triple-changer was a cuddler, as much as Hothead denied it back then. That night, Blitzwing's fingers had somehow found their way under the seams in the armor on his waist, and the seeker practically slid off the bed. It was then that Blitzwing found out he was extremely ticklish and tortured him for about an hour with that until they interfaced again.

Starscream sighed, burying his head into his pillow. He really missed Blitzwing, even if the vampire had hit him. He knew it was an accident, but what had really gotten him angry was his overprotectiveness. Not that it would've helped either way. Cyclonus was a very powerful vampire, so it wasn't that surprising when he defeated Blitzwing. He wiped his optics, not wanting to cry again. He had already cried, and crying again wouldn't help him. Skywarp didn't like to see him cry, anyways. Skywarp moved again, and Starscream yelped.

'I can't take it anymore!' He thought. Taking the other seeker's hands, he gently pried them off him before pushing the seeker away. He sat up and stretched out his legs, only to have Skywarp wrap his arms around his thigh. The seeker sighed in defeat. At this point, he felt like Skywarp was his sparkling instead of his clone.

"Oh, Blitz..." He mused. "If only you could see me now..." bringing up one of his legs, he leaned onto his knee, reminiscing about all the times he shared with his bondmate... Well... Former bondmate...

Skywarp groaned, shifting onto his back before stretching himself out. He opened his optics, lazily staring at Starscream. Starscream gave him a half-smile.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty..." Skywarp just lay there for a moment for the comment to fully settle in. He raised an optic ridge before sitting up.

"Who's Sleeping Beauty?" Starscream laughed. He forgot that only he knew about earth customs and fairy tales.

"Well, you see, Sleeping Beauty is an old fairy tale back on earth..."

Lockdown made his way towards the Elite Guard offices, where Prowl was currently talking with Jazz. The two cyberninjas seemed to have been getting along quite well. Lockdown growled. Who was Jazz to be going around flirting with the ninjabot? The jaguar shrugged it off as he tried to collect his anger and entered the office. The two bots looked up and smiled.

"Oh, hello, Lockdown." Prowl replied politely. " We were just talking about you..." Lockdown took a seat, propping his feet on the desk.

"Wonderful... Ya didn't say anythin' bad about me did ya, Darlin'?" He asked, giving him a wink. Behind his visor, Prowl rolled his optics and stood up.

"I'll be back... I'm in need of some energon." As soon as he left, Lockdown took his feet off the desk and sat straight. He sent Jazz a hard glare, enough for him to start growing his jaguar ears and tail.

"Tell me, mutt; Why are you so interested in Prowl?"Jazz shrunk back in his seat. His nervousness caused him to sprout wolf ears and a tail. He bit his lip.

"Nothin', man..." He answered. "We was just in the same dojo and have a bit of friendly history... Nothin' big..." Lockdown leaned in, staring deep into the werewolf's visor. Jazz's ears drooped; He really didn't want to tick off the jaguar. The door suddenly opened, and Prowl saw them without the extra appendages leaning back. He arched an optic ridge before taking his seat.

"Lockdown didn't give you any trouble, did he?" Jazz smiled.

"Nah, Prowler... Not at all..." Prowl looked over at Lockdown, who gave him a crooked smile.

"We were jus' talkin' about you, Darlin'. Nothin' major..."