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Feb. 8th, 2010 07:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lexIt is getting to the point where I have trouble keeping track of what TF canon I'm using. My epic story is stalled, but I have a million other things in my head in the same 'verse, which is some weird mashup of canons (and how weird is it that my canon is actually multiple canons?) and so it's getting a little hard to keep track of whether I'm using TFA Megatron or G1 Starscream or movie Optimus Prime.
Here, have some ficbits.
Blurr stares up at the sky. It is a perfect refracted blue. The dirt is hot on his back, the sun baking his plating. He spreads out all his limbs, spread-eagle, starfished, crucified on the salt flats. He could see every horizon if he looked. There is nothing here but his own tracks, twin pairs of scarred crust torn by the strength of his passage.
He lies still and waits. The need to move, to go, to be anywhere but here and doing anything but this, fades in and out. His hands clench; his body relaxes. He is still and quiet and there is no one here to see. He waits.
He waits.
He waits.
***
"Shut up already," Sunstreaker snarled, slamming Blurr bodily into the wall - hard enough to crack the concrete, hard enough to send all his systems into a stutter and then a synchronized pulse of recovery before they smoothed out once more. "Do you want to interface or do you want me to beat you into scrap metal?"
Blurr froze. He couldn't help it, couldn't help thinking they're not mutually exclusive over and over and over and the moment stretched on and on until even Sunstreaker noticed the pause, his whole body going even more tense, like he was maybe thinking of tearing Blurr apart right there instead of just knocking some sense into him -
"Ah," Sunstreaker said, almost gently, "so that's where you were."
"What, no," Blurr said, "I wasn't - I don't know what you're talking about, just because I didn't answer when you were looking like one wrong word would end up with me in pieces, that doesn't mean I was-"
"You shivered," Sunstreaker purred, leaning in to nip at Blurr's throat-plating. "You shivered when you said 'in pieces.'"
***
"Sunstreaker," Sideswipe hissed, "he's damaged. You shouldn't have... shouldn't have done this, of all things."
Sunstreaker barely even glanced up, more concerned with getting the last sticky drips of energon from between his plating. "It won't happen again."
Sideswipe hesitated torn between half a dozen different responses, until finally all he could do was ask in despair, "Sunstreaker, what did you do?"
Here, have some ficbits.
Blurr stares up at the sky. It is a perfect refracted blue. The dirt is hot on his back, the sun baking his plating. He spreads out all his limbs, spread-eagle, starfished, crucified on the salt flats. He could see every horizon if he looked. There is nothing here but his own tracks, twin pairs of scarred crust torn by the strength of his passage.
He lies still and waits. The need to move, to go, to be anywhere but here and doing anything but this, fades in and out. His hands clench; his body relaxes. He is still and quiet and there is no one here to see. He waits.
He waits.
He waits.
***
"Shut up already," Sunstreaker snarled, slamming Blurr bodily into the wall - hard enough to crack the concrete, hard enough to send all his systems into a stutter and then a synchronized pulse of recovery before they smoothed out once more. "Do you want to interface or do you want me to beat you into scrap metal?"
Blurr froze. He couldn't help it, couldn't help thinking they're not mutually exclusive over and over and over and the moment stretched on and on until even Sunstreaker noticed the pause, his whole body going even more tense, like he was maybe thinking of tearing Blurr apart right there instead of just knocking some sense into him -
"Ah," Sunstreaker said, almost gently, "so that's where you were."
"What, no," Blurr said, "I wasn't - I don't know what you're talking about, just because I didn't answer when you were looking like one wrong word would end up with me in pieces, that doesn't mean I was-"
"You shivered," Sunstreaker purred, leaning in to nip at Blurr's throat-plating. "You shivered when you said 'in pieces.'"
***
"Sunstreaker," Sideswipe hissed, "he's damaged. You shouldn't have... shouldn't have done this, of all things."
Sunstreaker barely even glanced up, more concerned with getting the last sticky drips of energon from between his plating. "It won't happen again."
Sideswipe hesitated torn between half a dozen different responses, until finally all he could do was ask in despair, "Sunstreaker, what did you do?"
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Date: 2010-02-11 08:21 am (UTC)Blurr only briefly felt annoyed or wounded that Longarm wanted him quiet; it struck him after a klick that Longarm had always been good to him, he listened to every word out of his slagging vocalizer all the time and never got annoyed or impatient. If Longarm wanted him to shut up, just once, Blurr was willing to accommodate him.
He moaned, softly, forcing the vibrations against Longarm’s fingers, hoping that at the very least, such noise would be acceptable. Longarm shuttered his optics, vents rolling heat over Blurr. He shuddered from the sensation, and eagerly he used the knee slung over Longarm’s shoulder to tug him closer, wanting to feel more of his weight.
Honestly, he wanted so many things, he could barely keep up with his own processor. It didn’t even seem practical; there simply wasn’t enough time in a solar for all of the things he could think of. He wanted to sink his fingers into the creases of Longarm’s struts and joints, stroke every sensitive inch of his plating, reach past his chest-plates and flirt with his spark chamber until Longarm was a shuddering, weighty mass above him.
More than anything, he wanted to expose Longarm’s spark to his, feel the sublime warmth and gentle pleasure that came from that connection; to truly know the mech he’d grown so fond of, the one who helped him find his way home.
Blurr reached for his chest, uncoupling the armor protecting his spark. Exposed between their bodies, it glowed faintly, and he watched as Longarm’s optics fell towards it. There was such want in him, so sudden and perfectly clear. Blurr moved against him, urging him on, only Longarm did nothing.
Hesitantly, Blurr reached for Longarm’s chest. He toyed with the seams of his armor, pleading in soft groans of encouragement, please. I want to know you, I want to feel you.
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Date: 2010-02-11 06:44 pm (UTC)