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20. On a scar

Pharma bent to press a kiss to one of the spots where Ambulon’s paint had chipped off. Then another, and another.

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“Exactly.” He smiled and kissed Ambulon gently. “Its nearly impossible to explain. Something about you just makes my spark soar.”

He gave a warm smile. He wasn’t used to the gentle treatment, but maybe he could get used to it. “I understand, though...I feel the same way about you. Because of you, I know what it feels like to be happy.”

Pharma hadn't gotten out of bed that morning. Oversleeping for a few minutes seemed regular, but an hour was getting worrying... (@defiant-delphi)

For the better part of that hour, Ambulon fought with himself over whether or not to wake him. Finally, as an hour came and went, he slunk back into the berthroom and carefully placed a hand on Pharma’s shoulder before gently shaking him. “Hey, Pharma? Love?” He half-whispered. “It’s getting late.”

He groaned and curled up, dragging the pillow over his head. “Amby, please… lemme sleep…” He was cold, and from the brief glance Ambulon got, his face was paler than usual.

“Pharma, you’re running cold. You never run cold. Are you sick?” His eyebrows sank low in worry. “Come on, get up. We’re going to the clinic. You can sleep when we get home, I promise. But if you’re sick, you need to see someone before it gets worse.”

“Amby, I’m gonna purge if I move,” he moaned from under the pillow. “Where are my meds? I need the blue one…” He shook his head at the mention of a clinic. “I just gotta sleep this off.”

He bit his lip. “Love, you threw them out…remember?” He asked, as gently as possible. “That…awful place gave them to you. Who knows what they were really doing to you?” He let out a soft sigh. “I’ll go grab a bucket, just in case you do purge. Okay?”

“Oh, fuck me- eugh…” He slowly rolled over to face Ambulon. “Amby, would you get me another blanket? I think I’m going through withdrawal…”

That made a lot of sense. “Y’know what? You probably are.” He went over to the closet and got out another blanket. He unfolded it and gently laid it on top of Pharma, all the way up to his chin. Once he was done, he crossed over to the other side of the bed and sat down. “I…I can’t leave you alone like this.”

“Please don’t. That’d be great.” He cuddled into the new blanket, sighing. “If you’re going to stay, though, would you lay with me?” That would be nice. The warmth of another frame sounded so appealing, and for that frame to be Amby’s would be just perfect.

He gave a soft smile. “Of course,” he replied, wriggling himself beneath the blankets and wrapping his arms around Pharma. “Oh, you really are cold…” he observed with a frown. What the hell kind of medication would cause withdrawal symptoms this severe?

Pharma clung to his warmth, burying his face in the crook of Ambulon’s neck. “I know. I hate it. Thank you for staying. I love you.” His plating was shivering slightly. “This is nice.”

“I love you too.” He held Pharma tight to him, hoping it would help elevate his temperature. He sighed and closed his eyes, gently stroking the back of Pharma’s helm with one hand. “If you’re not any better by tomorrow, I’m taking you to the clinic. I can’t just let you suffer like this.”

Pharma hadn't gotten out of bed that morning. Oversleeping for a few minutes seemed regular, but an hour was getting worrying... (@defiant-delphi)

For the better part of that hour, Ambulon fought with himself over whether or not to wake him. Finally, as an hour came and went, he slunk back into the berthroom and carefully placed a hand on Pharma’s shoulder before gently shaking him. “Hey, Pharma? Love?” He half-whispered. “It’s getting late.”

He groaned and curled up, dragging the pillow over his head. “Amby, please… lemme sleep…” He was cold, and from the brief glance Ambulon got, his face was paler than usual.

“Pharma, you’re running cold. You never run cold. Are you sick?” His eyebrows sank low in worry. “Come on, get up. We’re going to the clinic. You can sleep when we get home, I promise. But if you’re sick, you need to see someone before it gets worse.”

“Amby, I’m gonna purge if I move,” he moaned from under the pillow. “Where are my meds? I need the blue one…” He shook his head at the mention of a clinic. “I just gotta sleep this off.”

He bit his lip. “Love, you threw them out…remember?” He asked, as gently as possible. “That…awful place gave them to you. Who knows what they were really doing to you?” He let out a soft sigh. “I’ll go grab a bucket, just in case you do purge. Okay?”

“Oh, fuck me- eugh…” He slowly rolled over to face Ambulon. “Amby, would you get me another blanket? I think I’m going through withdrawal…”

That made a lot of sense. “Y’know what? You probably are.” He went over to the closet and got out another blanket. He unfolded it and gently laid it on top of Pharma, all the way up to his chin. Once he was done, he crossed over to the other side of the bed and sat down. “I…I can’t leave you alone like this.”

“Please don’t. That’d be great.” He cuddled into the new blanket, sighing. “If you’re going to stay, though, would you lay with me?” That would be nice. The warmth of another frame sounded so appealing, and for that frame to be Amby’s would be just perfect.

He gave a soft smile. “Of course,” he replied, wriggling himself beneath the blankets and wrapping his arms around Pharma. “Oh, you really are cold...” he observed with a frown. What the hell kind of medication would cause withdrawal symptoms this severe?

Pharma hadn't gotten out of bed that morning. Oversleeping for a few minutes seemed regular, but an hour was getting worrying... (@defiant-delphi)

For the better part of that hour, Ambulon fought with himself over whether or not to wake him. Finally, as an hour came and went, he slunk back into the berthroom and carefully placed a hand on Pharma’s shoulder before gently shaking him. “Hey, Pharma? Love?” He half-whispered. “It’s getting late.”

He groaned and curled up, dragging the pillow over his head. “Amby, please… lemme sleep…” He was cold, and from the brief glance Ambulon got, his face was paler than usual.

“Pharma, you’re running cold. You never run cold. Are you sick?” His eyebrows sank low in worry. “Come on, get up. We’re going to the clinic. You can sleep when we get home, I promise. But if you’re sick, you need to see someone before it gets worse.”

“Amby, I’m gonna purge if I move,” he moaned from under the pillow. “Where are my meds? I need the blue one…” He shook his head at the mention of a clinic. “I just gotta sleep this off.”

He bit his lip. “Love, you threw them out…remember?” He asked, as gently as possible. “That…awful place gave them to you. Who knows what they were really doing to you?” He let out a soft sigh. “I’ll go grab a bucket, just in case you do purge. Okay?”

“Oh, fuck me- eugh…” He slowly rolled over to face Ambulon. “Amby, would you get me another blanket? I think I’m going through withdrawal…”

That made a lot of sense. “Y’know what? You probably are.” He went over to the closet and got out another blanket. He unfolded it and gently laid it on top of Pharma, all the way up to his chin. Once he was done, he crossed over to the other side of the bed and sat down. “I...I can’t leave you alone like this.”

Pharma hadn't gotten out of bed that morning. Oversleeping for a few minutes seemed regular, but an hour was getting worrying... (@defiant-delphi)

For the better part of that hour, Ambulon fought with himself over whether or not to wake him. Finally, as an hour came and went, he slunk back into the berthroom and carefully placed a hand on Pharma’s shoulder before gently shaking him. “Hey, Pharma? Love?” He half-whispered. “It’s getting late.”

He groaned and curled up, dragging the pillow over his head. “Amby, please… lemme sleep…” He was cold, and from the brief glance Ambulon got, his face was paler than usual.

“Pharma, you’re running cold. You never run cold. Are you sick?” His eyebrows sank low in worry. “Come on, get up. We’re going to the clinic. You can sleep when we get home, I promise. But if you’re sick, you need to see someone before it gets worse.”

“Amby, I’m gonna purge if I move,” he moaned from under the pillow. “Where are my meds? I need the blue one…” He shook his head at the mention of a clinic. “I just gotta sleep this off.”

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He bit his lip. “Love, you threw them out...remember?” He asked, as gently as possible. “That...awful place gave them to you. Who knows what they were really doing to you?” He let out a soft sigh. “I’ll go grab a bucket, just in case you do purge. Okay?”

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Pharma hadn't gotten out of bed that morning. Oversleeping for a few minutes seemed regular, but an hour was getting worrying... (@defiant-delphi)

For the better part of that hour, Ambulon fought with himself over whether or not to wake him. Finally, as an hour came and went, he slunk back into the berthroom and carefully placed a hand on Pharma’s shoulder before gently shaking him. “Hey, Pharma? Love?” He half-whispered. “It’s getting late.”

He groaned and curled up, dragging the pillow over his head. “Amby, please… lemme sleep…” He was cold, and from the brief glance Ambulon got, his face was paler than usual.

“Pharma, you’re running cold. You never run cold. Are you sick?” His eyebrows sank low in worry. “Come on, get up. We’re going to the clinic. You can sleep when we get home, I promise. But if you’re sick, you need to see someone before it gets worse.”

Pharma hadn't gotten out of bed that morning. Oversleeping for a few minutes seemed regular, but an hour was getting worrying... (@defiant-delphi)

For the better part of that hour, Ambulon fought with himself over whether or not to wake him. Finally, as an hour came and went, he slunk back into the berthroom and carefully placed a hand on Pharma’s shoulder before gently shaking him. “Hey, Pharma? Love?” He half-whispered. “It’s getting late.”

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20. On a scar

Pharma bent to press a kiss to one of the spots where Ambulon’s paint had chipped off. Then another, and another.

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“And I love you, Amby.” He curled against the other. As if he could use his frame to protect Ambulon from every bad thing in the world. “I’ll make sure you’re safe. As long as I’m alive.”

“Thank you. I…I wish I could do the same for you, but I’m not much of a fighter anymore…” A bittersweet smile spread across his face. “I guess I could settle for making sure you’re happy. I think I’m capable of that much, at least.”

Pharma cupped his cheek in his had. “I wouldn’t ask you to do either of those things. You do make me so incredibly happy. You’re amazing, Ambulon.”

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“I-I do? I am?” A small smile, a real one this time, found its way onto his face. “I’m glad I make you happy. I don’t quite understand how, but...maybe I don’t need to.”

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with some sensory deprivation mixed in. as requested by anon(s). Feel free to make any changes !

“I’d just love to tie you up.”

“Stop making noises, or I’ll have to gag you.”

“You look so pretty all tied up~”

“L-let me go…I want to touch you..”

“We’ll start with your wrists.”

“You look like you’re ready for your favorite toy.”

“Does it hurt?”

“I didn’t know you liked this stuff…it’s hot.”

“*shiver* you’re such a tease..”

“So I won’t be able to see/hear/taste/smell?”

“Why do you have all these restraints in your closet?”

“Arrest me, officer~”

“I think I tied this wrong..”

“Have you had enough?”

“THIS MUSIC IS REALLY LOUD.”

“You can do anything you want to me.”

“Just your wrists. If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

“Th-that–it feels good-”

“I prefer chains/rope/silk/handcuffs/etc.”

“It feels like I’ve been kidnapped by a model.”

“P-please–”

“If you want me to give in, you’ll have to make me.”

“I can’t see your beautiful body with this over my eyes..”

“Can you hear me?”

“You’ll be able to feel it better when I spank/tickle/flog/pinch/etc. you.”

“Put this on.”

“Don’t be scared. It’s just a bit of liquid latex.”

“Let’s pick a safe word.”

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Ambulon pulled at his bonds desperately, even though he knew he couldn’t break them. “Help…someone help! Please…” He called out, not even knowing if anyone could hear him.

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That was a lot to take in. Ambulon felt bad for his counterpart - it sounded like he’d been through worse stuff. “I-I see…” he said, shifting awkwardly. “It’s alright, I understand. I think.” He felt a lot calmer now that he knew there was never any intention of hurting him - okay, and the back pats helped, though he’d never admit it. “So, ah, why exactly are you holding me?”

His counterpart would have probably felt bad for him had he known what this one went through maybe. But he wasn’t here and he couldn’t know… he was probably safe with Hook. Or Pharma. Or both… «I…» should he put him down now? Was he being too tactile again? «It helps the Ambulon I know when he gets stressed or nervous. His partner, Pharma, he does it. It helps him a lot.» he smiled lightly petting his helm lightly «does it help you too? I was simply trying to help you calm down… since… since I bet you thought i was blue Darklord covered in energon»

He nodded in understanding. “I...don’t think I’ve ever been held before. It’s not entirely unpleasant, it was just...unexpected. I'm not usually fond of being touched by strangers,” he explained calmly. He was definitely feeling a lot better by now. “I did think you were the blue Overlord for a good minute there, honestly. I’ve helped fight him before, and I...I really wouldn’t want to be alone with him. This is much better.”

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20. On a scar

Pharma bent to press a kiss to one of the spots where Ambulon’s paint had chipped off. Then another, and another.

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“And I love you, Amby.” He curled against the other. As if he could use his frame to protect Ambulon from every bad thing in the world. “I’ll make sure you’re safe. As long as I’m alive.”

“Thank you. I...I wish I could do the same for you, but I’m not much of a fighter anymore...” A bittersweet smile spread across his face. “I guess I could settle for making sure you’re happy. I think I’m capable of that much, at least.”

The most handsome leg.

Thank…you? [He’s backing away slowly.]

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He held himself as still as possible while Overlord coated him in paint stripper. It felt cool against his plating, and for a few moments he thought maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. And then, as the paint stripper began to dissolve the layers of paint, the itching set in. Now he understood the Autobots’ reluctance to use it on him, and why they opted instead to just paint over the old colors. He began to repeatedly squeeze his hands into fists to keep from trying to scratch.

It felt like heaven when that brush finally made contact with his plating. “Oh, yes…” He didn’t even bother trying to hold in the sigh of relief that escaped him. “I’m alright, it just itches so badly and that brush feels so good.”

“Mhm… doesn’t it…? I still have to do the other side, but… it’ll all be so much nicer from there. You’ll see.”

Overlord smiled sweetly, working to remove every last bit of paint, giving that bare frame a nice once over once he was done and just to placate the bot, to soothe that lingering itch.

“Now a little cream to deal with that lingering itch.” A jar was popped open, cooling, soothing cream rubbed into Ambulon’s plating. It was designed to smooth the surface of any small nicks and scratches as well as soothe it, providing a pleasant cooling sensation.

“Now… turn over and I’ll do the other side.” This was already pleasant, almost meditative to Overlord. He was quite enjoying himself.