Fandom: Transformers G1
Author: gatekat, ultrarodimus on LJ
Pairing: Axe/Dai Atlas
Rating: PG-13
Codes: Slash, Historical Setting, Knights of Light
Summary:
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Kneeling to the Sword 05: Invited Back
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Wing hummed softly to himself as he led Dai Atlas back into the quarters they shared with Atl and Axe. It had been a long orn for both the small white jet and his Initiate. He was looking forward to some energon. Retrieving two cubes, he handed one to Dai Atlas, curling up on the couch to drink his own. He felt it when the light blue, black and white giant all but collapsed into a chair designed to take his massive frame.
Dai Atlas' optics were half off and nearly lidded as he drank on autopilot, his entire frame groaning and creaking as it settled.
Wing blinked over at the larger mech. "You look like you're about to fall into recharge in that chair," he observed, taking in the larger mech's exhausted state.
"More comfortable than half the berths I've recharged in," he murmured, working on his energon to give his systems enough to work with to get him to his berth and into an easy recharge.
"But you'll wake up with a sore neck if you doze off there, and you're too big for me to drag you back to your own berthroom," Wing pointed out. A yawn caught him by surprise, the young jet cycling his optics once or twice. "And I'm not in much better shape."
"I'll take myself to my berth when enough energon hits my systems," Dai Atlas promised, his optics off as he began processing the energon into a more useful form. "Go to your own, or sneak a soak in Atl's tub."
Wing snorted. "I'd probably end up passing out in it if I tried. Once this cube is empty I'm dragging my little white aft to my berth and crashing until morning."
The giant mech chuckled at Wing's description of himself even as he sighed in relief as the energon hit his systems, giving him a momentary burst of energy. "Recharge well, Wing," he said, pushing himself to his pedes to get to his berth before the energy burst faded.
White wings fluttered in response as Wing drained his own cube, peeling himself off the couch and stretching with a soft groan. "You too, Dai."
The big mech grunted before the door closed behind him, leaving Wing to make it to his own berth. Wing disposed of his empty cube, shaking his helm slightly clear it. He glided over to Dai Atlas' door, peeking in to make sure the larger mech had made it all the way to the berth. Once he was sure, he yawned again, hauling himself to his own berthroom and flopping onto the berth, curling around a pillow and was cycled into recharge before the berth settled around him.
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"Wing," Dai Atlas' voice drifted into the white jet's processor some time later.
The white jet's wings twitched as he clawed his way back to awareness. His internal chrono told him he'd been in recharge less than a joor. Abruptly very large hands were around him, lifting him up half by the scruff and half in a cradle and there was a sense of movement.
Wing yipped in surprise, flailing briefly before his processor caught up with the rest of him, and he went almost limp. Blinking, he turned his helm to look up at the larger mech in confusion. "Dai?"
"Berth's cold alone," the giant grumbled, only partially awake as he stalked back to his quarters with Wing clutched against his chest like some kind of giant nap-toy.
Wing squirmed as much as the larger mech's grip would allow him, settling against the broad black chestplate and resting his helm against Dai Atlas' shoulder. "So you need company." The small jet relaxed completely, starting to purr very softly.
The giant grunted in agreement even as his field settled at Wing's reaction and gradually wrapped around the younger jet, meshing with warmth and comfort that went both ways. The Initiate's room was larger than his former one, but decorated much the same. It was all Wing really had time to notice before Dai Atlas flopped onto his back on the berth, Wing still clutched to his chest, and let out a long gust of air as his systems settled.
Wing settled comfortably on the larger mech's chest, humming in contentment as he rested his helm against warm armor, faintly hearing the steady pulse of Dai Atlas' spark through the thick plating. The white jet's purr was just loud enough to be faintly audible as he curled into Dai Atlas' embrace, golden optics dimming as he cycled back down toward recharge. "I'll be here if you need me to be."
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Joors later Axe and Atl trudged into the common room. Axe flopped wearily in the chair his mate had occupied earlier while Atl fetched a cube of energon for each of them.
"Here," the grounder offered his Initiate a large jet grade regular energon with silver and copper dissolved in it before settling on a couch nearby for his own cube. "Is this schedule better for you?"
"Much," Axe replied. "I'm actually fully awake and coherent from the moment I get up. As opposed to recharge-walking through everything for joors until my processor finishes booting up." He nodded his thanks as he accepted the cube, taking a sip.
"Then this is what we'll keep as much as possible," Atl smiled and sipped his energon. "I can only imagine how far you might have gone if they didn't force you to be functional before you were ready."
Axe sighed softly, giving the other mech a smile. "The new schedule is very much appreciated. And there's no way to tell. Would make for some interesting speculation, though."
"It would. You'll go far here, and I have no doubt that you'll make a very good turn trading for night and evening shifts. Both to get rid of morning ones for you, but also taking them on for the morning folks like Wing. As long as it's not a punishment shift, there's plenty of freedom to trade them and what you use to trade."
"I'll keep that in mind." Axe nodded, taking another drink of his energon and humming contentedly as the energy hit his fuel tank. They settled into a comfortable silence, each going over the orn and enjoying relaxing with their evening energon in the wee hours of the morning.
Finishing his energon, Axe set the empty cube aside, getting to his pedes. "I think I'm going for recharge before I doze off in this chair."
"Recharge well then, Axe," Atl smiled at him. "I will see you at noon."
"Recharge well," Axe replied, making his way over to the berthroom he shared with his mate. Just inside the doorway, the black mech paused, optics brightening. "Hey, Atl. Look at this."
Silently but swiftly the large grounder stood and walked over, grinning as he came to a stop at the door and looked around Axe's frame. "Awww, that's adorable. Wing crawled in to snuggle. I knew he couldn't recharge alone for long."
Axe chuckled. "Wing got Dai so used to cuddling that apparently Dai can't recharge alone anymore." He smiled at the sight of his sleeping mate, arms draped over the white jet curled up on the black chest. Wing was deep in recharge, and still purring.
Atl chuckled and snapped several high-resolution captures for his personal files and to tease the big mech with. "Even more adorable, then. You don't mind?" He glanced up.
"I don't mind at all," Axe replied. "We're probably going to find them like this quite a bit, though after tonight Wing will probably come in on his own rather than Dai going to retrieve him." The black mech padded over to the berth, smiling down at Dai Atlas and Wing before easing himself down next to them.
"Good. Recharge well, Axe," Atl gave the scene a warm hum, a last capture, and back out to go to his quarters and a long hot oil soak to plan the next decaorn out.
Axe hummed in response, leaning against his mate and loosely draping his own arm over Wing. The white jet made a soft, sleepy chirring sound, leaning into the touch before settling back into deep recharge. Smiling, Axe rested his helm against Dai Atlas' shoulder and let recharge claim him.