Russian Star
A Moon x Rust (or Rusty, Ruski)
Mostly one-sided attraction.
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Rust Pov~
His fingers crossed the keyboard rapidly, crunching numbers and aligning codes. It's not easy matching a crumbling dimensional code with patch work, but he wasn't going to give up on 732. It did frustrate him a bit that Moon refuses to pass this on to someone else who doesn't deserve to live, yet he understands.
The long list of things Moon has done, he carries the guilt of it all, unwilling to pass the burden. Maybe Moon just was unwilling to take a possible second chance from others. God knows Moon was trying to be a better person and brother.
That's something they had hoped to help him with when he first arrived. But that was before they found out about what that Killer Sun did to him. A stupid deal that is now eating away at whatever is left in Moon. It's a shock that Moon isn't dead yet, and maybe they can reverse this before it comes to that. From Carmie's reports, Moon might be back sliding back into old habits.
Part of him hopes that Moon is able to get this idem from the Sanctuary. Another part of him just wants to keep him here and fix it they way they originally hoped to. But that wouldn't help Moon trust them. Probably would just make him have every reason to flee.
His eyes flick up to Moon in the chamber, making sure the lunar bot wasn't getting restless. After the last time of Moon just whining and complaining about how long it was, he expected to hear more of it. But he was silent.
Moon was standing as still as he could get, occasionally rocking from foot to foot. His eyes were closed, head tilted to allow his night cap, which had been pulled over his shoulder, to be in his reach. Rubbing his hands and claws over the soft fabric, in what looked to be a self soothing motion.
Rust slowed his typing to a crawl as he watched. There was something so feminine about how Moon was brushing his cap. Part of him wondered what he'd look like if he had a longer cap on. He isn't going to deny that there were times he wished to build Moon a new body, both him and his brother. Their models were old, and it looked hard to find replacement parts.
Moon moved, causing his thoughts to still. Those cherry apple red orbs open and bear deep into him. If Rust had an organic heart, it definitely would've stopped at the gorgeous sight before him. The sleepy and relaxed look Moon was giving him made his systems run at max speed. Watching as the sleepy look on Moon's face shifts into an amused and intrigued one.
Rust felt like he was the one under study now with how Moon looked at him. And he was unsure if he'd want to resis-
"Sir." Rust nearly jumps out his suit when he hears Tiny speak. Whipping his head around to the smaller lunar bot sitting on the work station.
"Hmm?" He hums trying to gather himself again. Finally noticing how loud his own fans were, his face plate was extremely heated.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm good. Go back to work." He replied as casually as he could. Sneaking one last Glace up at Moon, who had returned back to the enticing brushing of his night cap.
Look at the progress bar for the patch. He sighs when it's at 31%. This was going to be a long process if he kept getting distracted.
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I was too lazy to add stars on Tiny and to really draw him doing much. He's honestly there for the funny.
It's been a while since I wrote anything. Sorry if it's not that great.
