#apathetic-until-distracted

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{ @apathetic-until-distracted } "Hey Vortex, you uh.. you got time for more piercings? Maybe?"

"Always~ What do you have in mind?"

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Out of all the Stunticons he figured Dead End to be the second least likely to comm him. The first is Breakdown. Obviously. But as stated before, when boredom becomes too much he’ll take whatever Decepticon is thrown at him. So long as it wasn’t a certain red-and-white seeker. 

:: OH~ :: Vortex exclaims. A bit too excited on his part but continues on like it didn’t happen. :: I got exactly what you are looking for. :: The purring gets louder after hearing the offer. His rotors already twitching as he scrambles to search for said videos. 

:: An intact spa- :: The comm gets cut off. Merely so he can take a moment to laugh in joy to himself. :: Yes. Deal. Let me see what I can find on my end first. Where do you want to meet up? Your big dumb and ugly leader has banned me from your section on the ship, though I could find a way to sneak in without getting spotted. ::

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{ apathetic-until-distracted } 🍆? We have yet to make them interact, but I'm curious!

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Dead End groans as he awakens from his recharge. Generally, his body always feels stiff like an offlined body, yet this time around it felt... fulfilled? In such a way that he experienced the most intense overload of his life. Except his vague processor is having a difficult time trying to recall who he was with and what exactly happened. He can only wait till his systems are online and sit tight. 

Ah. That’s right. The Porsche remembers being on a sofa. He can detect the soft cushion on his back plating. Where ever he is, it’s comfortable and only slightly better than being on the cold floor in the Nemesis. 

The Stunticon’s legs and arms extend to stretch out his joints. Then gets a little surprise from each servo grazing against something on the couch. His left brushes what feels like a rectangular stick, which he discovers right away is a device used for smoking substances. It would explain why his memories were a little fuzzy. Dealing with the aftermath of being high and all. 

His right servo feels cables, two of them, and it didn’t take a genius to know that he was currently connected to someone. Feeling his cord plugged into whoever’s port and theirs into his. With the gestalt bond so quiet he can only assume that it was not a Stunticon beside him.

Dead End’s visor finally flickers online and the first thing he sees is a video playing on a screen in front of him. That quickly distracts him from scanning around the room once noticing that it was no normal movie. It’s a snuff film. Upon observing he spots a familiar grey and teal-looking helicopter appearing on the screen, pressing a sword against a tied-up mech’s spark casing. Suddenly he feels a mixture of pleasure and exhilaration that shoots through the cables and into his frame. Building up another charge as he hears a well-known giggle to his right.

“Oh goodie. You’re alive. I honestly thought you died there for a second.” 

The memories come flooding back to the Stunticon.

Thinking about death wasn’t enough, he wanted to actually experience it, but not in a way that could actually offline him. Primus forbid Motormaster would destroy the whole ship if he did such a stupid stunt. Thus he decided to ask someone who had the best knowledge about it. And he’ll be honest, going into Combaticon territory to talk to Vortex of all mechs seemed like a death sentence itself, but he knew the copter would be thrilled about the offer.

He’s welcomed into Vortex’s room, gets told to sit down, and watches the grey mech prepare the show. Then grabs some smoking sticks and pulls out their cable before sitting down beside the Stunticon. He’s somewhat skeptical at first but accepts the cable exchange, grabs a stick, and begins smoking while following Vortex’s instructions. 

Keep your spark pulse low. Shut off all systems one by one to ensure he didn’t cause a complete shutdown. Be free of any thoughts and simply let his processor feel like it was floating in the skies. His vision was to stay on the screen. Watching back-to-back deaths of mechs sparks or the lights in their optics fade out. 

Vortex did the rest of sending pulses of demise and pain over the cable. Having been in the war much longer than Dead End has, he’s clearly come up against death more often. So he knows exactly what it feels like and gives it all to the Stunticon. 

And it was beautiful. 

Enough so that he ended up passing out after having the roughest overload he has ever felt. 

Did he... really just do that? Did he just get off of the feeling of dying or was that all the Combaticons doing? 

“So, you want another go?”

Dead End peers over to the grey mech. His processor is swimming with responses to give them but he can’t spit any out. Instead, he sends a hint of acceptance over the cable. 

Frag it. 

He does. 

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Vortex steps into the club with eagerness. It has been some time since he has shown up at one of his favourite spots. This one, in particular, is a place where interfacing and BDSM were the main spotlights.

He became a regular since he had a spectacular experience in that department, but it was just never easy to find the time to come here. That is, until now.

Vortex strolls deeper into the club, and the first thing that catches his attention is a certain sports car sitting at a booth, and he can't help but make his way over to them. His rotors twitch as he leans against the wall and seductively purrs to get their attention.

"Fancy meeting you here, Dead End~"

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( @apathetic-until-distracted ) "...does. Is this candy entirely hollow? There's no filling."

"Do you want the ones with filling inside?" He pushes the bowl over to the Stunticon. "Here, take whatever you want."

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{ apathetic-until-distracted} There's a hesitant ping -don't ask how he got Vortex's comm number- and then silence, before a morose voice makes itself known. ::...hey. It's, ah. Deadend. I thought you might have some videos I would wanna watch. ...I can pay.::

Considering how everyone else has blocked him for becoming too tiresome to deal with or to give their audials a break, the comm comes as a surprise to the copter. Not caring about how the other got it as he could use the distraction at the moment. Regardless of who it was on the other end. 

:: Now now Dead End. What kind of videos are you talking about~? :: Vortex purrs over the comms as he pinches and rubs his claws together. :: And what are you hoping to pay with? Don’t say shanix because you got the wrong Combaticon for that. ::

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