Lamborghini-twins bond
Jettwins bond

Jetfire had been left alone in the Lamborghinis' quarters for most of the afternoon, boredly reading through a data-pad that had fallen off the shelves. The young jet had already outsmarted Sunstreaker many times that solarcycle, and the thought of outsmarting him again just sounded exhausting. Said-Lambo then entered the quarters kliks later, ignoring the jet as he collapsed onto his berth with soft, heavy vents.

"… Why can't I win against you?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Jetfire lifted his helm.

"Cause I being better than you," he teased, poking out his glossa. "And if you be planning on hurting me again… don't be thinking about it!"

Sunstreaker cringed at his tone, clasping his servos over his audials. Why did he have to be stuck with the stubborn twin!? From what he'd been told by Sideswipe, Jetstorm was acting just like any little brother should be!

"What are you reading anyway?"

"… Nothing important…"

The yellow-Lambo sat up at his wording with a glare across his optics. He knew that tone well; Sideswipe using it when he tried to hide a lie.

"Really now?" he questioned, hiding a smirk as the junior officer looked at him in confusion, but the jet's optics said all.

"Yes really."

Sunstreaker got to his pedes and proceeded to walk over, but Jetfire sensed his movement and hastily shut off the data-pad. A growl escaped the Lamborghini's vocal processor.

"You little glitch…" he muttered, clenching a servo. Jetfire just gave him a look of innocence, tilting his helm slightly.

"Mister Optimus Prime sir not being happy if you hurt me," he admitted, mocking the leader's words from earlier. That just made the elder twin flinch…

"He said nothing about me 'attempting' to hurt you…" Sunstreaker insisted, quickly transforming before the younger twin and angrily revving his engine. "You better tell me what you were reading before I try!"

"You're funny…" Jetfire commented blankly, tossing the data-pad in his servo. "Or have you forgotten I'm a jet?"

Sunstreaker cut his engine and transformed back, looking a little guilty but he shook it off before the junior officer noticed.

"Shut up before you catch a nova…" he warned, turning and collapsing back onto his berth. Jetfire sniggered.

"Mister Sunstreaker sir is afraid," he teased, turning on his pedes to walk out the door. He miscalculated a vent when he felt something grip around his neck-cables; the jet kicking out in fear uselessly. Sunstreaker's expression was melancholy as he gripped onto Jetfire; vents uneven.

"You wanna repeat that, Mr I'm-smarter-than-you?" he inquired blankly. Jetfire put his own servos over the yellow-Lambo's.

"Be… letting go, of me!" he stammered. "N-Now!"

"I'd rather not… You've been treating me like scrap even since you got here," Sunstreaker went on, not losing his grip. "So much for your 'Elite Guard' reputation…"

Jetfire's venting hitched and he tried again to wriggle free, but the Lamborghini's grip was too hard on him. Panicked, he let out a sharp yelp.

Brother, I am being harmed! H-Help!

His optics widened when there was no response.

Jetstorm!

Sunstreaker almost heard the panicked cry, proceeding to tighten his grip but then stopped himself, thinking of something completely different as punishment to the jet for treating him so horribly.

"You know what; you scratched my paintjob when you 'forced' me to chase you…" he recalled, making Jetfire shudder.

"I-I didn't mean to be making the scratch happen! I-It was accident!" the jet stammered in fright.

"Likely…" Sunstreaker groaned, rolling his optics as he looked the jet in his own. "I think you can have your own 'scratched'."

The emphasise on the last word made Jetfire panic, but he couldn't do much after the Lamborghini had slammed him into the wall by the door and left him to collapse.

*a little while later*

Sunstreaker was too deep in his data-pad to notice Prowl and Ratchet at the door to his quarters; the medic now getting tired of continuously calling the yellow-twin's name, so he sent Prowl in to snap him out of thought…

"Sunstreaker!"

Said-twin freaked out when the police-car yelled in his audial, dropping the data-pad and hastily sitting up as a shrill ring rang through his helm.

"O-Ow…" he groaned, cautiously onlining his optics. "I could hear you just fine you know!"

"Oh, I thought it would have been the first time when we were questioning you as to why Jetfire's on the floor of your quarters in stasis and has energon leaking from his fore-helm!" Prowl snapped, folding his arms in disproval after indicating to where Ratchet sat beside the unconscious junior officer. "Want to explain that now?"

Sunstreaker quietly picked up the data-pad without meeting Prowl's optics, a feeling of dread in his spark. He hadn't meant to hurt the youngling…

"… H-He was bothering me…" he said softly. Ratchet made a noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and something of surprise.

"Shutting him out of your quarters would have been better than slamming him into a wall; does living with Sideswipe not teach you anything!?"

"Sides usually gets straight back up after it…" Sunstreaker admitted to himself, silently watching as the medic sat the youngling up once he was back online; Jetfire wincing from a brief processorache. Sides… If you're there, I think it's better that we're only spending a solarcycle with these jettwins…

Why? What happened, bro?

Sunstreaker lifted his helm. He wasn't expecting the response to get through that fast…

I kinda… dented Jetfire…

… Alright how?

He's nothing like Jetstorm! He's stubborn, annoying, whiny and he won't shut up about being a higher rank than me! I had no choice!

Sun, listen to you! Does that not sound like me at times? And, how do you put up with me, huh? Slam my helm into a wall!?

"Sunstreaker."

Said-twin hastily silenced the bond as he looked up at Ratchet and Prowl; Jetfire standing between them like a bot that had been too over-energized.

"We contacted the Elite Guard, and I have a feeling this won't be happening again, correct?" the police-bot wondered, following the medic and jet out at an easier pace. Sunstreaker obediently nodded his helm.

"Yeah… Understood…"

Prowl watched him with stern optics before turning away, letting the door slide shut behind him and continuing after Ratchet and Jetfire. There had to be some other way to get these twins to rely on someone other than each other… without someone getting hurt…

*le-shrug* Okay? Okay…

Sunny got a 'little' bit mad at Jetfire and smashed his head into a wall… I don't know if that was a whoops or a 'Whoops'…
But it's all good; Ratchet to the rescue :D

So um… shall we go see how Storm and Sides are doing? Cause… I think I've run out of comments on this one…