#crashzone

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[evans101]

Hey people, you can’t drive in or on hail! I have already witnessed one crash on my corner tonight, I would prefer not to deal with any more. #cornerliving #hailstorm #crashzone #dunedindrivers #takecare #winterishere (at Edinburgh of the South)

[the-silent-troll]

He is currently sitting alone at the berth he has been assigned to, sipping at a cube of energon as he looked over the network grid of the base he was staying at.

Uplink had done a proficient job.

[the-silent-troll]

Drabble: Soundwave x Crashzone

One-Shot: Soundwave x Crashzone

Title: Clash of the Supernova

Note: A present to make the boo feel better.

The heat was intense.  There was no escape from the cloying smell and feel of exhaust as two forms moved against each other on a lone berth, servos grasping at each other, desperate to keep contact, almost in fear of losing the other forever. The two had no care for the heat around them, almost seeming not notice it at all. Nothing existed for the other except the one they had been apart from for so long. The heat was cloying.

Thin but strong digits held Crashzone’s helm, grip unwavering and unwilling as Soundwave kept their helms pressed against one another.  It was an unspoken agreement between the two; do not let go. So long apart and finally able to feel one another again? Do not let go.

The heat rose from Crashzone’s frame as another thrust pushed his hip plating back down into the berth. His servos clenched around the sensitive wiring he had found at Soundwave’s back plating, using the wires as a handhold in the storm of their love making, afraid that if he lost grip, he would drown in an ocean of pleasure.

Do not let go.

The heat of their exhaust seemed to slip back and forth between their open lip components, the ghost of their beings intertwining and becoming one as they breathed each other in. It created a heady atmosphere, static gathering around the two as their sparks pulsed in beat with the other, the air filled with their impatient need to become one.

The slow, indulgent thrusts of Soundwave’s spike into Crashzone’s valve had become second nature; the movement now the heartbeat of their two sparks becoming one. The inevitability that they would separate eventually didn’t exist in their world of cloying heat. Their EM fields had become a buffer, creating their own private universe as their two sparks gravitated closer and closer to one another, the gravitational pull leaving no other outcome then the stellar explosion of their beings.

Their two sparks lit up the dark abyss their room had become, reflecting blues and reds in shining luminescence, transforming the room into canvas of stars, dancing around the two suns in glee as the their joining came to a crescendo.

They could only hold on to each other as their sparks joined in a supernova of light and heat.  In that beautiful moment, they were one. Their sparks and processors aligning together and sharing all that they were. This was peace.

And then the supernova exploded, sending a shockwave of energy exploding outward and knocking the stars from the sky, their light fading as the two suns returned to their cages, separate but never alone again.

But the heat lingered, settling comfortably around the two as they slipped into recharge, blanketing them in the relief and the sweet memories of what it felt like to be one.

[rk8con]

a wip??? LOl IDK

[rk8con]

on today's edition of Nate Can Only Draw Pinups

[ask-smokescreen]

Anonymous is wrong. Stay away from Soundwave. He's bad news.

Hey, I try to keep away as much as I can. He's mostly trouble. Also pays me to put mechs into walls, but still trouble.

[rk8con]

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