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"Bureiba--!" Laster bursts into the lab he shares with Braver with his finger pointing out accusingly. "Ehhh, did you think I wouldn't catch you? I bet you stole it because you knew I was using it to make something better than your dumb inventions, ne? Give me back my hypertool!"
( ；´Д｀)
Choosing to remain out of site for the time being, Prime has made his way up to a small room on the upper level. The room has an open viewing area, not unlike a theatre box, overlooking the creature’s dwelling. While Prime’s location is completely shrouded in shadows, a pale blue light of unknown origin provides some illumination for the space below.
When he sees the Brainmaster attempt to flee, Prime shakes his head, suppressing an evil chuckle, and pulls a lever. The rattle of metal echoes through the distance as an gate drops down from the ceiling, effectively blocking Laster’s path just as the creature reaches him. It grabs him by the leg and drags him away, over to the center of its humble abode, where the light is brightest. This area, as it turns out, resembles an arena and is much larger than one might initially guess from the darkness.
The creature, which can only be described as an indiscernible mass of eyes and tentacles, lifts Laster up in the air, as though holding him up to the light for a better look. Its tentacles are not all the same and come in varying degrees of strength and size. Using the thicker and stronger ones to grasp the Cybertron firmly by his arms and legs, it extends several thin, sensitive feelers to poke and prod his body, seemingly determined not to leave a single square inch unexplored.
It doesn’t take long for one of its feelers to brush over Laster’s panel. For some reason, this part of him seems to interest the creature greatly - perhaps it simply sees a closed door as a challenge - and so it roughly spreads his legs, holding them open as wide as they can go while it proceeds to conduct a most thorough investigation of his crotch.
Meanwhile, Prime has gotten himself a cup of energon tea from somewhere and sits reclined in his chair, quite comfortable and enjoying the show.
Laster's struggle once the creature has a hold on him can almost be described as comical. His yelps and pleas to the unknown creature to be released echo off the walls of the large room but fall on deaf ears. After being hoisted up, he attempts for a while to politely dissuade the probing tentacles, to no avail, of course.
"P-please, Kaiju-san, put me down!"
It was worth a shot, but the globular monster only ignores him, especially since it seems to have found a spot it particularly likes: Laster's panel. Laster, in turn, cries out and grabs at the small feelers near his interface array and tries to pull them away. He's not sure if he's more embarrassed by the creature's interest or by his own shameful arousal at being manhandled by a kaiju.
( ；´Д｀)
Hoping to find some way to escape unscathed, Laster had sneaked out of Prime’s room and out into the darker parts of the base. The dark Autobot leader had been gone for a while, distracted with who-knows-what, giving Laster the perfect opportunity to do some investigating.
About halfway through his search, he begins feeling like he’s being watched and the sensors at the back of his neck tingle. Nervous for any punishment he might receive if he were caught, he starts throwing furtive glances over his shoulder as well as around corners before he turns them.
“Kowai…”
Laster’s escape attempt doesn’t surprise Prime; he’d been expecting it and is, in fact, quite pleased to have an excuse to punish his stray pet - not that the lack of one would deter him, of course.
It doesn’t take him long to locate the yellow Brainmaster via the base’s extensive and elaborate surveillance system, a byproduct of Prime’s quintessential paranoia.
Moving through the secret tunnels, he catches up with Laster in no time but doesn’t confront him immediately. Instead, he remotely enters the passcode to a certain door and waits, knowing it won’t be long until the Lamborghini encounters another one of his pets. Well, that one is more Ratchet’s pet…
At last, the brainmaster decides he better return to Prime's room and try again later, but a strange noise from behind makes him pause, his optics flashing in fear. He hears the strange squelching sound again and jumps, turning around. Wherever the thing that's making noise is, it's too dark for him to see it, whether it's in or out of his view.
A moment of indecision grips him and then he turns tail and makes a run for it. From his observations so far, everything in this universe seems to be twisted and up to no good, and he doesn't want to take his chances with whatever is squiggling around in a dark room.
"K--kuso...!"
( ；´Д｀)
Hoping to find some way to escape unscathed, Laster had sneaked out of Prime's room and out into the darker parts of the base. The dark Autobot leader had been gone for a while, distracted with who-knows-what, giving Laster the perfect opportunity to do some investigating.
About halfway through his search, he begins feeling like he's being watched and the sensors at the back of his neck tingle. Nervous for any punishment he might receive if he were caught, he starts throwing furtive glances over his shoulder as well as around corners before he turns them.
"Kowai...."
Angelic Pretty
“It—I didn’t think it was ready enough to tell you,” he lies, “It’s my own personal project after all.” Even as he hears Braver reset, he doesn’t turn around, still too flustered to drop the act. Instead, he fusses with the lace at the hem of his dress.
“Hm, ready enough to tell me? Are you trying to impress me?” he asks as he walks over. “What is it, some sort of weapon?”
He lifts up Laster’s skirt and tries to look under it, as though searching for the hidden weapon.
“Maybe I could give you some helpful advice!”
"Weapon--? Hey! Baka, there are no weapons under there!" Laster tugs down his skirt to try to hide the panties he's wearing. "How do you think you can help, huh? You know making stuff...stuff like this is one of my hobbies." He tucks his head down a little since his face is starting to color, even though his face plate hides most of it.
Angelic Pretty
The Brainmaster stares helplessly up at Braver, silent for a long moment before he turns his back and acts indignant.
“I-I can’t believe you would just barge in like that! You interrupted my..my research,” he stammers, folding his arms in his frilly dress.
“Your research,” Braver echos and peeks into the box in his hands, finding it contains more frilly outfits. “What are you researching that you can’t tell your fellow Brainmaster about it? Are you up to something… dangerous?”
It’s hard to tell if Braver is being sarcastic or is legitimately perplexed by the situation. Oddly enough, it’s probably a bit of both.
He sets the box down and transforms out of his own Transtector so he can speak to Laster on eye level.
"It--I didn't think it was ready enough to tell you," he lies, "It's my own personal project after all." Even as he hears Braver reset, he doesn't turn around, still too flustered to drop the act. Instead, he fusses with the lace at the hem of his dress.
Angelic Pretty
Laster yelps and ducks behind the open lid of the box, hoping Braver hadn’t seen him yet. “K—kuso…”
It’s probably already too late, considering Braver can easily see what’s inside the small box, but he can at least try to hide himself with him wearing the outfit. No doubt he’ll be looking for his brain form when his body is empty on the berth.
Upon entering the room, Braver instantly spots Laster’s abandoned Transtector but only catches of a glimpse of his Brain before he dashes off to hide.
“Laster, you baka! What are you doing?” he asks as he walks over and then lifts upon the box.
The Brainmaster stares helplessly up at Braver, silent for a long moment before he turns his back and acts indignant.
"I-I can't believe you would just barge in like that! You interrupted my..my research," he stammers, folding his arms in his frilly dress.
Angelic Pretty
Towards the end of the day, Laster finishes what he’s working on in the lab with Braver and quietly excuses himself, making up some other business he has to attend to. Instead, he heads back to his room and opens his storage closet. Digging around on the bottom most level, he grasps a box and puts it on the berth. He takes one last glance around to make sure no one is in his room or is going to need him any time soon and then lays down, his face shrinking away as the tiny “brain” in his chest pops out.
This tiny version of Laster eagerly makes his way over to the box, opening it and laying out various articles of what appear to be bright colored and lacy clothing. There’s no doubt that it’s all very cute. Laster sets himself out a coord. and then stares at it for a while, nodding now and then before he decides it’s what he wants. He even went so far as to lay out a pair of panties. While he carefully starts to fit himself into the clothing, he takes another glance around the room. No one knows that he has a liking for putting on cute human clothes, and he’d like to keep it that way for now. It’d just be something else for Braver to mock him for…
Braver is too wrapped up in his work and hardly even notices Laster had left. It isn’t until a bit later, when he’s finishing up his invention, that he notices the screwdriver is missing. Now, in reality, it’s missing because it fell through a spontaneous portal into another dimension, where it likely knocked someone unconscious, but Braver doesn’t know this. Naturally, his first assumption is that Laster wandered off with it.
“Yare, yare…” With an exasperated sigh, he sets his work aside and heads over to Laster’s quarters.
“Laster, did you take the screwdriver?” he asks as he barges into the room.
Laster yelps and ducks behind the open lid of the box, hoping Braver hadn't seen him yet. "K--kuso..."
It's probably already too late, considering Braver can easily see what's inside the small box, but he can at least try to hide himself with him wearing the outfit. No doubt he'll be looking for his brain form when his body is empty on the berth.
Angelic Pretty
Towards the end of the day, Laster finishes what he's working on in the lab with Braver and quietly excuses himself, making up some other business he has to attend to. Instead, he heads back to his room and opens his storage closet. Digging around on the bottom most level, he grasps a box and puts it on the berth. He takes one last glance around to make sure no one is in his room or is going to need him any time soon and then lays down, his face shrinking away as the tiny "brain" in his chest pops out.
This tiny version of Laster eagerly makes his way over to the box, opening it and laying out various articles of what appear to be bright colored and lacy clothing. There's no doubt that it's all very cute. Laster sets himself out a coord. and then stares at it for a while, nodding now and then before he decides it's what he wants. He even went so far as to lay out a pair of panties. While he carefully starts to fit himself into the clothing, he takes another glance around the room. No one knows that he has a liking for putting on cute human clothes, and he'd like to keep it that way for now. It'd just be something else for Braver to mock him for...
“Mm…” Laster puts his arms around Braver’s back and closes his optics this time to enjoy the complete sensations of the other’s lips. Venting softly, he slips his tongue out and slides it along Braver’s lower lip, over the spot he had bitten before, waiting for him to open up.
Taking the hint, he opened his mouth, and shyly nudged Laster’s tongue with his own before deepening the kiss properly. He slid his hand to the side of the Lamborghini’s helm, rubbing a thumb against the other’s “ear.”
"Uah...hm.." As their lips meet again, his tongue moves slowly back and forth against the other's. Briefly he pulls back, fluids trailing between their mouths, before he goes in for another kiss, not letting their lips touch this time but rather only their tongues.
“I thought you wanted…? I mean I did too. We haven’t been able to hang out like this in so long…” Laster had pulled back again but is now leaning even closer, almost clinging to Braver.
“Umm… I don’t know, you’re confusing me…” Even so, he warps his arms around Laster and hugs him back tightly. Being close with the other Brainmaster, a mech with whom he combines to form an entirely new conscious, feels… comfortable. Slowly seeming more at ease, Braver cups Laster’s chin in his hand and kisses him, taking an active role this time.
"Mm..." Laster puts his arms around Braver's back and closes his optics this time to enjoy the complete sensations of the other's lips. Venting softly, he slips his tongue out and slides it along Braver's lower lip, over the spot he had bitten before, waiting for him to open up.
Laster pulls back, a little confused. He decides to try again and kisses Braver just a little harder, biting his lip softly in the hopes that it will draw out a reaction from him. “Braver-kun?”
Braver’s optics flutter shut and he leans into the second kiss, gasping softly as he pulls away, blushing even more furiously now. “B- baka, what are you trying to do?”
"I thought you wanted...? I mean I did too. We haven't been able to hang out like this in so long..." Laster had pulled back again but is now leaning even closer, almost clinging to Braver.
He snatches the blanket away and drapes it around them both, effectively taking away Braver’s shield. “Then hold still~” he replies, rubbing their noses together in an Eskimo kiss before trying to hold a longer, real kiss with the other Brainmaster. Really, he looks for any opportunity to show off his skills if he can.
Braver’s too stunned to pull away and passively accepts the kiss. If he weren’t too surprised to really notice, he might have admitted that Laster’s skill in this area is… not bad…
Laster pulls back, a little confused. He decides to try again and kisses Braver just a little harder, biting his lip softly in the hopes that it will draw out a reaction from him. "Braver-kun?"
Laster shivers at the sudden loss of the warm blanket and snuggles up to Braver’s front, still chuckling at his reaction. “Ah, let me see yours?” he asks with a peculiar look, trying to fish the blanket back out for them to share.
“Wh- why? You see mine all the time…” Braver’s blush deepens and he keeps the blanket pulled up over his mouth, trying to squirm away from the other Brainmaster. “Stop woogling all over me, you baka! It tickles.”
He snatches the blanket away and drapes it around them both, effectively taking away Braver's shield. "Then hold still~" he replies, rubbing their noses together in an Eskimo kiss before trying to hold a longer, real kiss with the other Brainmaster. Really, he looks for any opportunity to show off his skills if he can.
Laster laughs and then pulls the blanket around him in such a fashion to make himself look like a blushing maiden.
“Oh! Braver-kun~ You want to see my mouth? You have to come close…” he says, almost whispering as he leans closer to Braver. When their faces are nearly touching, he slides back his face plate suddenly and pops him on the mouth with a kiss. “There! You see my mouth still exists. Perhaps you want to ‘see’ it some more, eh?”
Oblivious as ever, Braver had not been expecting a kiss up until the moment it happened. “Don’t be such a baka!” Blushing, he pulls the blanket off Laster and hides under it himself. “I don’t want to see anything. Hmph.”
Laster shivers at the sudden loss of the warm blanket and snuggles up to Braver's front, still chuckling at his reaction. "Ah, let me see yours?" he asks with a peculiar look, trying to fish the blanket back out for them to share.
Laster doesn’t hesitate to snuggle up to his fellow Brainmaster, looking around and wishing for a blanket just to make things even cozier.
“Mm, yeah. I like the one with the French people with big mouths. Don’t you have a boyfriend like that now?” he teases.
Braver is of a similar opinion and looks around, spotting a fleece blanket crumpled up under the coffee table. He hears Laster’s comment as he picks it up and responds by tossing it over the other’s head. “My boyfriend has a great mouth, you baka!” he says, unaware of how odd that sounded. He pokes Laster playfully in the side and adds: “What do you know about mouths anyway? I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you take your facemask off; maybe you don’t even have a mouth anymore.”
Laster laughs and then pulls the blanket around him in such a fashion to make himself look like a blushing maiden.
"Oh! Braver-kun~ You want to see my mouth? You have to come close..." he says, almost whispering as he leans closer to Braver. When their faces are nearly touching, he slides back his face plate suddenly and pops him on the mouth with a kiss. "There! You see my mouth still exists. Perhaps you want to 'see' it some more, eh?"
