Pairing: Bayverse Ironhide/Crosshairs

Rating: Teen

Details/Themes: Pocky (rust) sticks, food and fun, sequel to High Ho Hellraisers

Requested by KittyKatt25

Crosshairs gave his signature grin as his favorite NEST member, Garrett, flipped him off. He couldn't blame the guy; he and Ironhide had been tormenting the human for well over seven months now although the man certainly had grown from his rookie status. He wasn't as fearful anymore and met their pranks with a new orderly persona. He wasn't as fun anymore but that didn't stop the two trigger-happy mechs from messing with him.

"Hey, Cross, look what I found stashed in Ratchet's cabinets!"

Ironhide jogged towards him before halting and raised a semi-dented scruffy can with glee. He was met with blank confusion on his lover's faceplates as he rolled his optics and popped the lid. His smile only grew while Crosshair's dropped in awe.

"Hide, how'd you get those rust sticks?" The green gunslinger whispered in shock.

His mate snorted, "How do you think? Ratchet left his Medbay open and I decided to see if he was hiding any valuable items for us to use. Came across these beauties and thought how rude it was of him not to share with us."

Crosshairs raised a brow, "You do realize he's going to kill you if he found out you stole them?"

A small grunt of apathy answered that question as both grabbed three to four of the sticks each. Taking their share of bites, Ironhide moaned as he tasted them because it had been so long since he ate one. Crosshairs was indifferent, whooping like the cowboy he was over the delicious treats.

Snapping his digits to an idea, the GMC truck swallowed most of his mouthful and muttered, "Mm, you know what we should do? Have you ever heard of Pocky, the candy sticks similar to this but for humans?"

The other Autobot gave the so-so hand movement as he ate part of another cane.

"Well, what humans would do is they would place one of these sticks in their mouth and have someone else attach their mouth to the other end of the stick as part of a game. The thing was both humans would have to bite closer to the center to the point where their lips almost meet unless someone got cold pedes and gave up. It was basically a dare for them to see how far they could get without getting embarrassed. Reach the middle before your opponent, you win."

The green mech nodded his head a little. "I see where you're going with this."

As Crosshairs finished his rust stick, Ironhide placed one in his mouth and stuck in the direction of his consort. A smirk embedded itself across his face while the smaller mech peered at it with strategy and chaos in mind. They both knew what they wanted. With a scoff, the other mech carefully bit the opposite end of the cane.

Both started to nibble towards the center but Ironhide kept his optics locked onto the gunslinger with fascination. He had to wonder if his mate would taste the same or hold the sweet flavor of the sticks instead. He would find out no doubt but he would also admit he was becoming a bit too eager since he seemed to be moving faster towards the middle than his partner.

They were mere centimeters away from meeting and it became obvious Crosshairs was blushing due to the amount of warmth radiating off his body, especially his cheek vents. Then the older mech went for the kill. He pressed his scared lip plates against his mate's, ignoring the remains of the rust stick and swirling his glossa around it to meet Crosshairs' own. He tasted sweeter than the topkick imagined. The fight for dominance only lasted a minute before the emerald green mech could no longer keep a straight face, taking the last of the stick with him and swallowing it deliberately.

"Ah! You lose, Cross! You can't pull away! I win!"

Crosshairs scowled as he brushed his digits against his lips to wipe any excess crumbs of the rust stick. "One victory doesn't mean the war is over."

Ironhide pulled Crosshairs against him, placing a quick lustful kiss this time. "Well, we can prove that in other ways, can't we?"

"WHERE'S MY STASH OF RUST STICKS!?"

Ratchet's voice startled both of them and they gave each other sheepish looks of disbelief and humor. So much for getting away with the crime for more than an hour. They hid their laughter like two mischievous kids stealing as Ironhide quickly nudged his mate to move. "Go, go, go, go, go!"

Making their way to their quarters with the rust stick tub in servo, they knew they still had a bit of time to play before they were caught.

AN: The two amigo assholes have returned! Apologies, KittyKatt, but I had to switch the Pocky sticks for rust sticks because it makes more sense but I did put mention of actual Pocky in here so hope that works.