Pairing: Bayverse Ironhide/Crosshairs

Rating: Teen

Details/Themes: Romance in war; physiological torture of a NEST member

Requested by LadyOfTheIsle

As the bullets flew…their bullets mostly, Ironhide twirled Crosshairs around with one arm blissfully but never keeping his optics off his lover. Even in battle, Crosshairs looked stunning as he fired upon the opposing Decepticon force with a cocky grin. How he managed to hit targets so perfectly while being moved by the weapons specialist was amazing in its own right. Beautiful was all he could describe his mech. When all the chaos ended and the last Decepticon hit the asphalt with a thud, both Autobots continued to rotate around dreamily before Ironhide jerked the unpredictable mech up to meet his lips.

Crosshairs swooned, shooting a few rounds into the air ceremoniously. They both shared an obsession with guns, especially the large fusion cannons Ironhide just so happened to be adorned with. They weren't afraid of anyone or anything and both proved headstrong on the battlefield with the itch to pull the trigger just because they could. That's what made them so great together.

Of course, there was another common interest: antagonizing the rookies of Lennox's team. One in particular, Garrett, was the butt of all their horror as he was not a believer that the Allspark actually existed which opened him to much more taunting from the couple. Both would snake their way to the barracks and pull pranks on the guy for a sick satisfaction. After all if they couldn't harm him, they would gladly make sure their victim was distraught. Neither Optimus or Lennox approved of their attacks as a few of Garrett's fellow soldiers did get hurt in the crossfire but it wasn't like the two lovesick assholes cared.

Crosshairs nudged his mate playfully, "Oi, Hide, look who decided to leave the nest today! Poor birdie must have fell far from his flock…and hit every branch from the morality tree on the way down."

"Hmm hmm hmm, what should we do with him, Cross? Cats don't like it when lost little birds wander in their territory."

The younger of the two chuckled as he rubbed his helm against the other's, mimicking a feline sound. Ironhide let the green mech bit his neck while he watched his prey try to sneak through the Autobot's main hangar. Little did the human know he was getting close to the personal chambers of one of them, the one who moaned as denta tried to pierce his jugular in a vampire-like fashion. As the soldier turned the corner, Ironhide's optics lit up with mischief before he walked out of the shadows.

They wouldn't hurt him. To damage their chew toy was unethical and that was not their way of playing. Slowly, both mechs snuck towards the same hall the human went down. Crosshairs smirked when the organic came into view. Oh how helpless he looked. Growling, Ironhide began crawling on all fours in a predatory manner as his mate followed in tow.

"Nice aft, by the way," Crosshairs purred.

"Focus."

As they drew close with astonishing stealth, Garrett preoccupied himself with his notebook. If they could guess, he was documenting them or noting where everything was. A very rookie move and a very exposed tactic. Doing that on the assigned battlefield would get more than just one person killed and those like Ironhide loved to reveal weaknesses like that. He, of course, was blind to what was lurking behind him.

The black topkick paused for a brief moment before giving his lover a kiss on the cheek. Then he leapt at Garrett with a mechanical bellow. The expression of pure fear was priceless. Ironhide slid to halt before he reached his target, not wanting to squish him.

"Hello, meat bag! Remember me?"

The human looked as if he was going to have a heart attack and who was to blame him when he also noticed Crosshairs was smirking behind the intimidating mech. But the large Autobot didn't have the chance to say anything else when his prey fainted. He was still breathing as far as Hide could tell but he was out cold. A brief flash of disappointment fled to his face.

Crosshairs sneered, "Aw, look what you did! Now how are we going to have any fun?"

"I didn't mean to," Ironhide scoffed childishly. "But damn did that rush of energy feel great!"

"If you're still charged up then why don't we fix that somewhere more private? Garrett can be our watchdog," The gunslinger mewled as he slipped past the steamed mech.

Ironhide chuckled as he followed, leaving poor Garrett in the middle of the hall unconscious.

AN: These two are so similar that they work a bit too perfectly together! I can just imagine the sheer terror that they can cause! Also Garrett didn't die...he'll live to be hunted again.