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New Beginnings: Old and New Wounds

Part One

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Solars IDW Series: TF!IDW!MTMTE!Deadlock/Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Introduction Other Series

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Original

Notes: Hi guys! Obviously I already have two Chapters from over a year ago. I was originally going to just continue but realized after re-reading them both that I wanted to add more and do a full rewrite.

Obviously this story is very different and is very story driven but still contains smut scenes. It’s of course completely up to you the reader rather you like this or not. Same thing for if you like the new or old story for Drift/Deadlock. I hope you all can still find enjoyment in this story and choose to read at your own risk and enjoyment.

Another thing to know about this story is it’s dark but not crazy dark. A dream fantasy with these characters and drama based. Again, I know, super random idea for changing up the story a bit. But it’s where I chose to write the story.

Please do not harass and bully anyone who chooses to read, like, and any other form of interaction with this post. Don’t like, don’t read.

This post is purely for entertainment for those who find joy in it.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter and see you all in Part 2!!!

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Contents/TW: 21+, MDNI, Toxic Relationship, Sweet Moments, Heavy Scenes, Read at your own Risk, Harem(Femmes too), Pharma x Reader, Manhandling, Gore/Blood, Thicc Boy, Smut, Mention of Drug Use, Kinky Sh*t, Implied Cheating, Manhandling, Implied DV, Long Chapter, Edging, Cheating, Implied Cheating, Drug Use, Sexual Assault, Nudity, Spike in Valve, Tummy Bulge, Few Time Jumps.

Story Notes: this story is based on the IDW MTMTE comics but the story is altered to be pretty different in most ways. Taking it as more like a setting over just following the story. So a lot of the characters are a bit out of character in this fic.

Adding in more for how I wish to write the story as well as added in lore of my own for the story. Lots of characters are in this story. I hope you’re all able to still enjoy them.

Another thing I wish to add because this is an adult series there is nudity. Femme, mech and gender neutral Cybertronians ALL have spikes, valves, and titties. Not into that there’s the door. So reader does have a spike and titties in the later chapters. Hope you all enjoy that my precious little freaks.

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Enjoy!

It was a time of peace and balance on the planet of Cybertron, the growth of law and stability on Cybertron from the beginning and the time of Knights in the past of Cybertron. The sun shines bright over the large city of Iacon. Mech, femmes, bots and other types of Cybertronians of sizes and individuality filling the cities and buildings across the land.

All types filling the streets of the running city. Bots, predicons, minicons, animal types, mixed, and more.

Chatting and living among themselves in their own world. All going on their day to live at peace and joy to the best of their abilities. A few in their alt modes vehicle and not.

Carrying on in the bright afternoon walks a special kind and short mech in yellow with bright blue optics just making his way over to the one of many Cybertronian banks. About to cash out his first check at his first job. Heading closer to the large building called Cybertron Elites Bank with a bright smile on his dermas. Getting closer to the steps with a plan.

Humming to himself with glee and anticipation.

Other Cybertronians passing by him paying not much mind towards the young looking mech. Taking his first step on the stairs to the bank. His optics closed in glee but also because of the brightness of the sun.

That is until he hear the sounds of glass breaking and the banks alarms going off. “Huh?” The yellow mech opened his optics. Only to close them again when a random pede suddenly steps on his faceplate with enough force to make him almost fly back onto the metal floor from behind. The Cybertronian remained on the poor mech's faceplate before jumping with a flip. Landing a good distance ahead.

Kneeling for a moment from their landing before turning their helm towards the unfortunate yellow mech.

The Cybertronian holds two bags full of credits they just stole in both cervos. Having red visors and a black battle mask on his faceplate. Their frame completely black with a gadget on their chassis that glowed a light red. Having one sword in its holder on its back. The rest of their frame slim but mainly bulky at most parts of their frame.

“Heh.” The Cybertronian chuckled deeply from the sight of the yellow mech.

The yellow mech groaned softly from the action while he tries to sit up, balancing himself with one elbow until he’s pushed back harshly again this time by a cervo. Another Cybertronian with a bit more slimmer build and less bulk. Their frame too completely covered in white with a white battle mask and bright green visors.

Doing another exaggerated move on him to push themself up over him who also held two bags in their cervo. Spinning in the air for a moment like their partner before landing close to the other. The two waste no more time to start running as two police Cybertronians. One specifically, Prowl runs to the scenes.

Coming from the same direction where the yellow mech Bumbelebee was coming from

Another mech with a similar build and the same white, black, and blue color scheme with more build and a smaller bust looked over at the smaller mech. “Bumblebee! Where did the thieves go?!”

In a painful groan the small mech points towards the direction the thieves went.

Prowl and the other mech waste no time heading towards the same direction. Bee falling back on his back. Laying there on the metal ground. “Maybe…Tomrrow I’ll stop by another….” He spoke in pathetic defeat.

In a quick rushing taste, the two Cybertronians continued their path through the corners and alley ways of the city, getting closer to downtown.

“They’ll lose our trail if we make it towards broad 52. That should help them not even touch our trail if we’re fast enough.” The completely covered black Cybertronian spoke through the comms to keep the passing Cybertronians from fully hearing them. His voice deep and smooth with a thought of a plan clear in his tone.

The other nodded, keeping up with him but still a little behind by his side. The other Cybertronian, being no other but you. You both turning a corner to catch your breaths after running a good distance for a moment. You letting your arms relax for a moment and leaned your back against the wall behind you.

The mech standing straight still as he peaked past the building a bit.

You gave a hum over the comms, looking over at the mech before speaking. Looking over at him noticing the shift for a moment before speaking.

“What? Afraid you’ll be late for your little meeting?” The mech turning his helm quick towards your direction from your words. Your optics narrowing under your visors. Leaning back more straight when your chassis started to slow down from your small high. You both hearing the faint sound of Prowl from afar. “I want all units surrounding our area by 24 kilo!”

The mech glanced to the side of the direction of the sound. Looking back at you right as he moves one bag into his other before reaching his cervo to your arm. Catching your attention with a firm grip.

“Come on Sweetspark. I ain’t on that anymore.” He continued his smooth and cocky tone. Pulling your frame closer to his over the comms. You showing signs of doubt in your frame. His cervo going under your chin and press his forhelm against yours for a moment.

You both looked over at the other end of the alley way. Stepping towards the direction to continue their escape.

You choose to trust him, moving your bag to the other cervo and letting it wrap around his. You both run down another mostly empty street. The two know the area and times in this part of the city close to downtown. You both believed things were calmer. Until- “HALT! BY THE NAME OF THE ELITES OF CYBERTRON I COMMAND YOU TO STOP!!”

You and the mech flinches slightly, knowing that voice. You both look back seeing the one and only Prowl.

The mech turns a sudden corner with you down an almost busy street with a few open shopping spots close to the area downtown. The mech runs faster to a building, moving fast to leap onto the wall of the side of a building. Tossing up the two bags of credits onto the top of the building. Holding out his now free cervo towards you.

You made your way closer. Making a reach and grabbing his cervo. His arm lifting both you and the two bags of credits over the building. He catching up not far after.

Hiding out of optics sight at the same time you both heard Prowl and a few other cops come to the area. Prowls angry growls heard from below. You and the mech chuckle together from the anger of Prowl, seeming familiar with the mech. You looked over the other side of the building recognizing the path towards back home. Her attention caught again when the mech took her chin again in his cervo.

You could feel his burning optics under his visors. But it’s soft and loving in a way you can only tell.

“For now we split up, knowing Prowl and all he won’t give up easily. Especially with me. Return home. I won’t be too long.”

He spoke softly, almost fondly even when his cervo moved to the side of your cheek mid sentence. Your helm tilting to the side against his cervo as your stared up at him. Speaking as he leaned closer to rest his forhelm against your own again. “And if your late?” Your voice asked curiously under your mask.

Deadlock nuzzles his forhelm gently against your own for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“As if I'd let myself be late for your famous pasta for dinner. Besides you, it’s the one thing I’ll eat to sleep better next to my Sparkmate.” He whispered. Your cervo quickly hitting his chassis at his teasing, blushing under you mask while he just chuckles more at your flustered reaction. His cervo moving to cup your cheek over your mask this time as he stood. Letting go once he fully stood.

Giving you a final nod before making his way over to the edge of the roof on the side where prowl and the other cops are at.

He glances back at you, giving you a nod. You doing the same in return. He overlooks the area.

You watched him jump over the edge to the ground. Knowing the area was surrounded. You knew he’d be able to give you enough time to escape. Gathering the four bags of credits now to take back to the apartment without being noticed.

The mech landed in the middle of the street without making a sound and runs over towards ther same corner both he and you came from. “Oh Prowl~ Here!~” the mech called out in a now teasing tone..

Catching Prowl's attention.

Prowl wasting no time running towards the smirking mech. The mech turned just in time for Prowl to not notice the emptiness of no bags in his cervos. Making haste Prowl reaches his cervo to his comms at his audio sensors. Speaking to his partner from earlier in his usual stern tone.

“I have optics on the thief, he seems to be alone. There’s a chance the other runt is still in the area! Search for them”

Prowl practically yells in his comms. Causing his poor partner, another mech to flinch slightly from the sudden yelling while he was flirting with a mech working at the small market. “Aye boss. You got it..” The poor mech spoke over the comms. Waving towards the mech who walked away. Glancing around for a moment towards the buildings in the area.

Soon catching the small glimpse of you over the thrift store. You gather together the bags and step over the other edge to another busy area of the street. Soon standing over the other edge of the roof. Looking over the direction of your shared apartment.

Glancing back casually when you heard the sound of the mech running over with heavy steps.

The police mech runs over to the very building. Using the short boosters to push him up to above and land at the other edge of the roof. Holding his cervo up towards you with palm forward. His other to his chassis clenched as he called out towards you.

You smirk under you mask. The rush returning to you for a moment.

“Halt! By the name of the Elite and Knights of Cybertron you-” You jumped off the building before he can finish his sentence. The mechs optic twitches under his blue visors. Climbing fully onto the building and runs over to the edge you were just at. The street area smaller and more crowded with more opened stores and events at every sides and corners.

The officers' visors retract back to his helm.

The blue optics mech trying to search for you, his digits rising to his audio sensors to turn on his comm to reach Prowl with a not so happy expression he had on his dermas before. Sighing softly before fully pushing in the comm to reach Prowl.

“So bad news-”

“YOU ALREADY LOST THE OTHER ONE!? JAAAAAZZZ!!!!!” The angry mech yelled on the other side of the comms, causing the poor mech to flinch from his yelling right in his audio sensors. A frown on the poor mech's dermas, Prowl continuing to yell at him over the comms.

“Don’t stop searching for that clerk runt or I swear to Primus!!”

The mech continued to get yelled at on the top of the building. From below at the other side of the street behind a booth in the shadows. Holding the four bags close to your frame. You stood in the shadows, only glancing back at the mech with narrowed optics.

Your chassis rising when you turned forward. Bringing the bags of credits closer to your chassis. Making your way down the dark alley away from the crowd. For the time being leaving your partner to handle the police for the sake to live for another day with all the credits they were able to get.

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It was evening time, sound and lights in the city calming but becoming brighter in the deep city.

Next to the large city just far enough to be around the edge of Iacon. A very alive apartment thrives with lights and Cybertronians seen through the windows of their homes having colorful lights for each family and Cybertron. The types of Cybertronians seen in the streets of Iacon.

Below at the parking lot of the apartment. A truck's headlights are going off along with their horn.

On the side of the building, opening their window and stepping onto the fire escape, a mech with a sparkling held against his side with one arm on his hip looks over to the truck and yells at the alarming truck from below. Other sparkling children peaking from the same window at their carrier.

“Will you cut that out! I have sparklings to feed and have to put to bed soon!” The mech called out in a huff. The truck below stopped for a moment before yelling back.

“I am allowed to grieve!” The mech responds. Clearly having been crying. The mech groaning before responding. His sparkling waving their little cervo towards the truck. “It’s been two weeks! Get over him, he don't deserve you! Go inside!” The mech finished. Watching the mech transform listening to his words.

The mech then returning to his window, closing the window. His other sparklings going back to the window to watch the mech disappear into the building.giggling amongst themselves.

A few floors above, seen through a window. You are seen entering through your door. Your frame, visors and mask a different color now. Tossing the device you had on your chassis onto the coffee table as the door slides behind you and automatically locks.

Having dark yellow optics and darker green cervos. Your entire frame a dark navy like blue color with bits of silver line outs on different edges of your frame.

Your frame slightly different than when you had the device on in order to keep police and others from recognizing you. You walk past a few picture frames on both your walls and shelves of your home. A few of you and your partner. Another when you were a sparkling with two older mechs. The picture taken when you just turned a year old.

One looking like a vehicon beast mech with dark yellow optics and dark navy frame with a grin being much larger than the mech next to him. The other mech being a Cybertronian knight with dark green optics, dark orange-grey frame and a frame similar to your own but more older and filled with story.

The two mechs holding you with love and affection in their optics.

You in their arms and cervos with very bright smiles and dark wide yellow optics. You all looked at the camera like it was the best day in the world. Which it was for you. No matter how long ago it was.

Making your way into the kitchen you start to get two pots ready for your energon dinner.

You’re cervo reaching for the small radio next to the stove, turning on some smooth and sweet tunes of your time. Getting dinner started while you wait for your sparkmate to return.

After a few minutes of making the food, your mind began to wonder. But stopped when it started when you heard the door open on the other side of your apartment. You continued spinning a large spoon in one pot with some noodles for the pasta.

Humming softly to yourself as you hear your partner walk in with a soft groan.

“Those police Elites do not make it easier these days. The fun we always have will have to be cut shortin’ it seems.” The mech spoke in his smooth deep tone. Clicking the top of the device on his chassis. The black color moving into the device from his frame. Letting him show to be more colorful along with his visors and battle mask. Tossing the device on the coffee table as well.

Having a white, grey and orange colored frame with bright yellow optics.

A sly grin on his dermas. Looking over at you in the kitchen. “At least now we can make a better living and not have to deal with that wanna be third Prowl trying to catch us during our little heists. Sometimes I wonder if he really does tries to catch us for his job or he just really wants us.”

You spoke casually in a teasing tone.

Deadlock having walked closer behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind while you spoke. His chassis rumbling while pressed against your upper back Hearing his deep chuckle next to your audio sensors.

His cervos moving to the front of your stomach. Digits interlocking with each other.

His frame swayed gently side to side, his pressed weight causing yours to sway with his while you continued to cook. His bright optics following your cervos work while he hummed the music playing on the radio. You listened closely.

It was like music to your audio sensors. A moment you wish you could live in forever. With the mech you believe is your true love.

Turning your helm to the side, dermas catching each other in a soft passionate kiss. Pulling apart after a moment so the side of your helms nuzzle against each other. Continuing to hum together to the music and the gentle sound of water boiling on the food for dinner. A few moments passed, your attention caught when you noticed his larger cervo reaches towards the nobs of the stove.

Turning the heat to lower but not enough, though you both didn’t seem to notice at the time. You already knew where this was going and he made sure you truly knew.

His dermas at your audio sensors, whispering in an almost seductive tone.

“Told you, Sweetspark. I always come back to you. And I think it’s time for a…nice little reunion celebration?" He hummed.

You laugh at his words and the absurd idea he has for a reunion after only not seeing each other for almost half an hour. Watching and letting him take the spoon from your cervo. Setting it to the side as his other still on your stomach moving up to your chassis. Under the metal frame causing you to gently gasp under the sudden action.

His dermas placing feather-like kisses on the side of your neck.

Grinning more where his fangs could be seen when he heard your soft laugh from both his words and actions.

“Deadlock, you’re going to make me ruin the paste and sauce. And half an hour is not a means to a reunion. Go clean the living room or something until I’m down.” You playfully plead. His cervo under your chassis metal moving higher and his other going to the other side of his neck to keep you close. Your cervos against the counter on either side of the stove.

“Shh..Sweetspaark. Focus on me as I work my magic.” His voice was smooth with a hint of demand.

Moving his cervo from under your metal frame on your chassis moves lower to the side of your waist then to your back. Moving higher to your upper back. His other stopping to the side of your waist. Guiding you gently at the same time he pushes you forward gently to lean more against the cold counter.

Your frame shivered from the touch against the counter. Optics closing slowly, resting the side of your faceplate against the cold counter.

His cervo on your back shoulder plates remained gently pressed down. His cervo on your waist slides up and down slowly. Making its way down to the back of your thigh. Sending a small but firm little smack on the back. Your frame flinching forward from the small smack.

Both your palms pressing more against the cold counter. His optics narrowed at the sight of you.

Moving from your thigh, his cervo moved closer to the edge of your panel from behind. Rubbing slowly with the inside of his palm. His middle and ring digit rubs between your thighs and against your panel more. Hearing your soft groans, your hips struggling to not lift and shake from his cervo.

His digits and palm start to press harder against your panel. His cervo pressing enough to lift your hips higher to tease you more.

Starting to pull back harder on your panel. A whimpering passing your dermas. Your helm tilting back to glance back at the mech. His fangs still shown in his grin and optics narrowed to play on his grin. His cervo presses harder on your panel. Pulling it back harshly and even forcefully, gaining a groan from you.

Pulling your panel back hard enough to open the panel.

Your helm flinching slightly, feeling your panel getting harshly pulled back with a click. Your wet valve now exposed your valve clenching to nothing. Nearly soaked, some thick wetness falls to the floor beneath you. Deadlocks middle and ring digit returned against your shivering folds. Parting them from between, rubbing back and forth slowly.

Your moans slowly get louder from his digits.

Moving his cervo from your shoulder plates,he reaches for the radio close to your helm. Turning the music up higher to better hide your moans.

Returning back to one shoulder this time, his grip a little harsh on your shoulder. He holds you down while his digits continue to wetten your valve more. Feeling himself grow harder under his panel. His digits start to curve against your valve. Pressing against your sensitive clit and entrance. Showing no signs of stopping. Already starting to feel your excitement build up in your lower stomach.

His digits slowly becoming soaked from your valve. Rubbing harder with pressing his palm more against your valve, soaking it as well.

Your groans becoming harder to hold back. His cervo slides back slowly inserts his middle digit past your entrance. Your optics opening wide and legs spreading wider by his digits. Your back arching harder from his digits. Rising your helm higher, your chest no longer pressed against the counter as your helm turned towards him from behind. Dermas parted.

Trying to get you wetter by his cervo with a grin that showed his fangs.

Your climax drawing near. It becomes harder to stay focused on not losing control. Thighs shaking almost violently and pedes reaching on their tip. Deadlocks optics sharpen on you, watching you suddenly come to your own release on his cervo. Feeling a sudden coldness onto his cervo.

A small whine passing your dermas and a small tear falls from your optic down your cheek.

He chuckles deeply at the sight. “That was faster than usual,Still sore from last night.” He teased, his tone almost sinister but smooth.

He doesn’t pull his cervo out though.

Adding in his ring digit, the two able to stretch you enough to make you gasp. Both digits parting in your valve gently at first. Enough to make you reach your second climax. Curving his digits despite being squeezed enough to not move too much. Your digits dig into the cold counter, groaning and whimpering just from his touch.

Deadlocks panel starts to grow tighter to almost painful. Hearing your faint whimpers from the music.

Humming in approval when he felt your second climax around his digits onto his palm. Harshly pulling his digits from your valve in a sudden action.

Giving a pleased hum, he raises his cervo towards his dermas. His other on your shoulder moves down your frame to gently rub over the side of your hip. Sliding it closer to the underside of your other thigh. His thumb gently rubbing under your valves folds, watching your wetness as his long thick tongue moved past his dermas, the tip wrapping and licks up at his soaked digits.

His thumb digit continuing to rub over the bottom of your valve. Trying to keep you on edge a little longer.

Giving another pleased hum as he licked down his palm with anticipation and thought. Your thighs flinching slightly from his touch, raising your cervo to against the wall under the cabinets. Helm hanging low and back strut arch more from the sudden emptiness. Your valves walls clench again with need and some form of friction, missing the feel of his digits.

His thumb digit finishes rubbing your sensitive folds. Moving his palm closer to send a firm smack against your folds.

“Mmph!” You whimpered. Hearing the soft click of his panel not long after. His now cleaned cervo holding his hard released spike. Guiding his hips forward, placing his spike directly beneath your valve past your thighs. Pressing the top part of his spike against your soaking valve at first before sliding it further. Your frame shivering just by the feeling of his spike against you.

His spike is wide and thick in size. Pressing his spike up against your valve. His cervo moving from under his spike to hold your other hip. His spike so hard it rises on its own against your valve.

His spike having enough width to press very firm on both inner sides of your thigh. Feeling the harsh rubs of his spike from his slow grind. His spike rubbing harsh enough over between your folds, against your clit. Then against your lower stomach. His tip enough to press close to your navel. Just the feeling of his spike enough to make you want to arch your back and lift your hips.

The lower part with bits of the middle of his spike starts to get wet by your valve. Your small loads from earlier also dripping onto his spike.

Being pushed by his slow grinds of his spike going past down by your front thighs and even the side of his spike. Groaning softly, his cervo on your hip moves lower, resting on your aft. Giving it a firm hold before giving it a couple soft pats.

His other moving lower then to hold the other side of your aft.

Keeping your hips down to press better against his spike more. Pre-cum leaks past his tip while he grinds more against your valve. The front of his hips presses more against your lower aft and back of your thighs.

Grinding against you from behind. The teasing drove him further and turned on.

Your helm was tilted back and back almost fully arched. Your thighs constantly closing on him a few times on his spike. Optics closed, one cervo against the counter and the other still against the wall to better balance yourself.

Your helm leaned forward when he started to become rougher.

Still gripping your aft with one cervo more harshly now, his other slides higher again to the side of your waist. Wanting to keep you still, trying to keep himself on edge and you more soaked to make it easier for his spike when it’s time. You knew this well. It was foreplay at this point. Maybe it was, you could barely think straight at all.

Praying to primus he’ll hurry up, knowing he’ll take his time with you when he decides to finally take you.

His cervo placed on top of your aft gives another but sharper smack. He then leaned his hips back. His spike completely rubbing against your valve when he pulled back as it continued to rise against your valve, the tip pressing the hardest against your clit for a moment. Causing you to shiver with a gasp.

Soaking it more, trying his best to lubricate his hardened spike beneath you.

His spike standing tall by itself. Almost completely covered by your own valve. But it wasn’t enough to be covered halfway. His cervo moves under your valve to grab some wetness. Rubbing it onto his spike to get it as covered as possible. Stroking his spike slowly.

“D-Deadlock-..” You whimpered. You hear the mech chuckle from behind. Still trying to cover his seven inch spike, only his cervo out of you both able to fully wrap a cervo around it.

Your spark starts to calm down slowly and your frame relaxing from the small high just seconds ago. Your frame leaning forward against the counter once again and optics closing for a moment. Completely forgetting his routine he always goes by during your intimacy.

Deadlock humming softly, lining his spike before looking over at you.

“Just got to make sure I don’t break ya too much Sweetspark. Don’t want another little accident like last ti-” He stopped midway. You look back quickly with a glare. He chuckles again. “Alright, Alright.” He finally said. Moving his spike under your valve to press the tip closer to your entrance.. Rubbing the tip gently against your entrance slowly.

You start to feel you valve become wider on its own from excitement. You feel both his cervos hold the curves of your waist now. Holding on tightly. Your pedes heels lifting higher from the floor from anticipation. Trying your best to brace yourself like always and times before. But with a sudden and violent thrust. You break easily like your healed surrounding entrance every time.

“AHHH!!!” Deadlocks cervo was over your dermas within a second after you little scream.

The music helping hide your sounds.

His spike already buried deep in your valve, unable to push it fully inside yet. More than the tip already passing the entrance of your cervix. Stretching it painfully. Just the side of his length pressing harshly against your G-spot.

Letting out a deep groan himself at your tightness. Squeezing so much it makes him almost go dizzy.

Feeling his own release drawing near so soon. Leaning over you with a hunch for a moment. His cervo pressing against the counter next to your waist. His hips remained still and dermas parted, trying to keep control of his deep groan mixed with a growl. His panting deep and low trying to keep himself standing.

The feeling of his spike becoming almost overwhelming, unsure in need of friction or want him to stop.

Your frame leaned up as a result of your backarching again. Your upper back pressing against his chassis again like earlier. Panting softly next to your audio sensors. His cervo moves from being pressed against the counter so his arm wraps around your waist. His dermas to your shoulder plates. Gently nibbling on the soft metal.

His cervo at your dermas side slides a digit past your dermas, a silent command. Your dermas closed.

Sucking on the digit to muffle out your moans. Your valve still trying its best to adjust to his length with shaky thighs and pain in your upper thighs. Feeling them press harshly against the counters edge, Deadlock starts to try pressing his spike further into the counter.

Breaking you wider despite the lubricant around his spike and in your valve. His forhelm presses against the back of your neck. The pain mixed with pleasure becomes overwhelming for the both of you.

After what felt like a long moment, panting softly against your neck. Deadlock rises his upper back straighter. His helm still low, looking between you both at the sight of his hips firmly against your aft. His cervo around your waist grew tighter. Slowly, he slides his hips back with another groan. His spike not moving all the way out.

You both shiver from the slow pull.

Your frame flinching in his hold as the harsh feeling of his tip leaves your cervix entrance. Not pulling the entire tip out, your thighs shake more and pedes struggle to keep you up right. Your own climax released when he stopped pulling away. Your climax barely able to pass just his tip to escape from your valve, your dermas closing harshly on his digits trying to stay quiet.

The friction of your hips moving on his spike causing him to groan deeply.

Still leaning over you, he placed his forhelm against your shoulder plate. Trying to catch his breath again for a moment before thrusting back into your valve once again. Creating soft slaps of metal against metal, his front hips hitting against yours.

His thrusts continue this rough and slow paste for a few more seconds.

Both your moans and whimpers in almost unison, feeling each other's climaxes as he remained deep and buried inside you not long after a couple more thrusts.

Deadlock growled against your shoulder during his climax. Grinding in a couple more thrusts into your sore valve to press in more of his seed into you. Slowly pulling back, not all the way yet. His digit leaves your intake. Instead of sliding own your frame, he moves it straight over towards your leg. Still standing straight, his cervo moved to under your knee.

Lifting your leg from under your knee, holding it close to your side but not too much.

Trying his best not to hurt you too much with his spike still deep in your valve. His dermas pressing a soft kiss to your cheek with affection, his arm around your waist pulling you more against him. Pulling his spike more out your valve. Stopping where the tip is left in your valve again.

Your optics closed, feeling his helm next to your.chassis stilling in anticipation like everytime.

THRUST. A loud, hard to contained whimper escape past your lips at his sudden thrust. His arm gripping harshly around your waist. His other keeping your leg up. His back arching from his hard thrust. His forhelm against the nack of your neck cables. Watching his spike thrust back and forth with a harsh paste again.

Sheathing himself deeper with a better angle every time to press his spike better into your valve. His hips now firmly against your thigh. Not giving you enough time to adjust, he starts thrusting forward at a faster and still rough paste.

The front of your thigh slamming against the edge of the counter.

His frame pressing against your back to lean more forward over the counter. His groans fill your audio sensors under the music. You whimpers are mixed with your moans. Listening to the soft slapping downs from the harsh intimacy.

His thrusts were violent, both reaching another climax within seconds ago. But Deadlock didn’t stop.

Your leg once standing giving out. Thrusting up more against you. His spike constantly thrusts in causing harsh stretches into your valve. A mess forming beneath you both. Being any louder the neighbors are sure to hear you on the other side of the walls.

Your own climax coming again just like moments ago, losing control and completely falling apart.

For what felt like an hour though it was only a couple minutes. He pressed his hips firmly against the back of your thighs with a sudden thrust. Creating a large bulge at your lower stomach filling you with both his seed and tip. Groaning deeply at the nape of your neck while he released his load. Your legs and entire frame shaking.

More tears going down your optics as you screamed into his cervo from his last thrust.

Deadlock holds you in the same hold for a good while. Making sure you completely milk him dry without pulling out once. Hip firm against your aft and spike deep in a painful stretch for your valve. The feeling more than overwhelming. Your spark racing fast with no sign of being able to stop. Your entire frame shaking against his own.

Deadlock dermas pressing against your shoulder after a minute.

Slowly, after a good time of staying in this position. He starts to lower you against the counter with gentleness and consideration. His spike remains inside you. Causing your frame to flinch a bit from his spike still inside you.

Releasing your leg after gently setting it down on the counter.

His cervos start to rub the sensitive metal off your side. Watching your frame try to relax from the earlier activities. Leaning back to be more straight.

His cervos going up and down your sides slowly while his spike starts to pull back out of your valve. Large load of his own seed and your own climax mixed together fall down to the ground and down the on the inside of your thighs all the way to your pedes. Deadlock watches the large mess. Your pedes barely able to keep you. Leaning more against the counter.

Your cervos gripping against the counter.

He gives a satisfied hum. His cervo gives your thigh a gentle pat before walking over to the apartment closet. Grabbing a large enough towel to return to you with. Setting the towel on the counter beside you.

He gently lifted you in his arms. Carrying you in his arms for a moment to lay you on the L shape part of the counter. Moving you onto your back. Reaching for the towel again and starting to carefully clean your valve and the sides of your valve and legs. You shift slowly and flinch a couple times from the touch of his towel a few times.

His other cervo gently rubbing the top of your thigh in comfort.

A familiar action you both grown use to after every interface. Your optics closed, trying to slow down your racing spark. After getting you clean up. Gentle loads still passing your folds. He places a smaller towel under your valve to keep the counter clean.

Using the dry part of the towel to clean up his spike. Placing it back into his panel.

When he looked back at you he lifted the end of the small towel. Rubbing up between your folds to clean up better before closing your panel himself. His thumb digit gently rubbing the tip of your panel in gentle affection.

His optics full of love and affection, his smirk returning as he watches you. His cervo then rising to gently cup your cheek to grab your attention.

“Let me draw us a nice oil bath. It’ll help bring back the life in your legs…Sound nice?” You could only give the sound of a hum to his words with the strength you were able to build up for a moment. Giving you a soft kiss on the side of your cheek. He leans back up, walking over to their shared shower room in their berthroom. Leaving you alone for a moment on the kitchen counter.

Despite your soreness and weak legs you slowly sat up after a minute of laying there. The routine helping you gain strength faster than others.

Taking your time sitting up on the counter. You looked down at the floor where Deadlock has tossed the towel over the mess you both made. Sighing softly with a weak smile on your dermas and leaning back a bit to better stretch your back. Cervos against the counter to support your small stretch. Optics closed taking in the quietness.

Only looking over the stove after a moment, your optics widening at the sight.

Deadlock, unable to hear while getting ready for the bath. After a few seconds, Deadlock returned with a bright smirk on his dermas. “Got the oil at just the right temperature. Now I just need to get you in and not be tempted to-”

He stops mid sentence.

Terrified by the sight before him. You. standing next to the stove. Standing the best you can with your lower back pressed against the counter. Your legs still a bit wobbly. Arms crossed with one cervo holding the spoon you used earlier. The sauce burnt, and the pasta definitely overcooked.

A mad and annoyed expression on your face plate. Optics narrowed in his direction.

Dinner was completely ruined for you two. Deadock gave a nervous chuckle with a smile following suit from the sight. “Now Sweetspark-” He ducks fast. The hot spoon almost hitting his helm after being thrown. Trying to step as fast as you can after the other. Still a bit wobbly for a chase.

Deadlock noticed and chuckled to himself. Moving swiftly around you to catch you at your side, his arms wrapping around your lower half above your hips to lift you up in his arms.

Carrying you to the couch. Sitting before laying on his side with you while you both laughed and scolded him over dinner. Laughing more in his hold as his cervos tickles your sides to try to cheer you up. Kissing the side of your neck as you laughed in his arms. Trying to calm down and listen to your laughter. Love in his optics watching you in the sweet moment. For a moment forgetting why we were mad at him.

When your laughter slowly died down, his dermas went over your own.

Interacting in a soft slow kiss in each other's presence. The moment peaceful with music in the background and city lights out the window. His mission to get from being mad successful . Shifting around you, he lifts you in bridal style. Carrying you towards your shared berthroom.

The oil bath waiting for you both.

You both forget about dinner for tonight and turn in together. Happy and at peace together after an exciting day. As long as you had each other. You believed things could remain better for the both of you. Keeping each other's promise for one another.

If only things were so easy.

—-----------------------------------------

Years passed since that night with your sparkmate.

Deadlock having been the one to come to you about joining the ranks and side of Megatron. Mentioning he promised safety if you both promised strength. Having gotten a new paint job and changed his optics to red and a more darker colored frame for his new look. His frame now more similar to yours. Much like a knight.

Choosing to stay loyal to your sparkmate, you agreed.

Years passed. Deadlock became a well known assassin to work under the rule of Megatron. Becoming Megatron's third lieutenant with you known as both his Sparkmate and another skilled assassin with a more hidden past. Refusing to speak openly about your caretakers and life before Deadlock.

The long years seem endless and sometimes draining the life from your spark.

Being only one of the lucky few to be accepted in Megatron's small circle thanks to Deadlock's connections before and during the war with Megatron. Though that didn’t make living with Deadlocks new found interest and goal in life all that better for your mental state.

He loved you, and he made sure you always knew this.

Remaining to stick by his side believing that at some point of your life after this. Things would become better. Loyalty taught to you by your carrier. Though overtime, you start to question your own sparkmate after some actions leaving you stunned. Doing your best to remain strong for him.

One day you were in your shared berthroom of the Decepticon ship close to the main secure area.

The ship being the main Decepticon ship belonging to Megatron himself. It was larger and had more room for his lieutenant Deadlock and his Sparkmate.

You.

Sitting at his desk where papers were stacked and organized. Mainly by the work of you. You sat alone and stared at the wall in deep thought. Having had a long morning that very day. Staying by Deadlock's side, which was at Megatron's side. An assassination attempt made on the very ship by autobot spies.

You and Deadlock get to work protecting Megatron like body guards. Remembering Megatron's words of seeing the assassins as a waste of time. Leaving a bloody mess for the lower ranks of the ship to clean up.

Deadlock sent you back to the berth room to interrogate the surviving autobots.

Without another word you agreed. Making your way from the room of the high council. Unknowing to you and Deadlock Megatron watching you with red and narrowed optics. Leaning his helm to the side on his large cervo and the other on his thigh.

Sitting there in thought now, optics tired and dermas low to a frown. Thinking back to the two autobots you just killed moments ago. Still hearing Deadlock's laughter.

But something felt off. Certain optics that never sat right with you were on you. Megatrons? Your entire frame shivered slightly. Your towel resting on your thigh as you tried to calm your thoughts. Glancing down at the towel.

Remembering the times of that one night with Deadlock before the war. Your optics lower to the rest of your frame. Green energon blood completely covers your front chassis and waist to hips.

Some on your front thighs, upper arms, cervos and on your left cheek to your chin. The front of your neck nearly fully covered by the blood.

Tilting your helm up, a small shaky exhale passed your dermas. Optics closing and spark beating a second faster a moment. Looking down again, raising the towel to your chassis wiping off the blood carefully. Making sure the blood doesn’t go more into the inside edges of your metal frame.

After a few moments. The door slides open on the other side of the room. Refusing to look back.

Your optics remained focused.the sound of heavy steps of pedes drawing closer to the berth in the middle of the room. The sound of the door closes behind the mech.

Blood dripped onto the floor now from the path of the door to the berth.

Deadlock placing his katanas to the side of the berth. Having already cleaned them earlier before entering. His frame and cervos even more bloody than the state you were. His bright red optics glancing offer at you. Noticing your hunched over back and low helm. Trying to clean yourself of the blood on you without a word towards him.

He steps closer.

Stopping behind you and the chair. His now sharper clawed cervo reached over your shoulder, grabbing the towel from you.

Leaning down, you felt his dermas press a soft but firm kiss under one of your audio sensors. His other goes under your arm around the side of your chassis to place over your chassis, his digits rubbing gently over your chassis with his digits over the thick blood on your chassis. His fanged grin you once loved so much back on his faceplate next to your helm.

You shivered from his touch. Looking away for a moment as he spoke close to your sensors. His cervo that held the towel tosses it to a corner.

Forgotten.

More kisses press on the side of your neck and shoulder plates. Chuckling against the spot between your shoulder and neck. Drawing a long lick on your metal cables over the thick green blood. Leaning his helm higher to right next to your helm.

“You did well. Megatron sends his thanks~.”

His voice deeper with a tone that makes you almost shiver with fear. You listened to his words. Your frown is only remaining and already dark optics only dimming more just by his touch and words. Closing them for a moment before standing up abruptly.

Leaving him looking at you confused as he watched you make your way to the towel.

Your voice tired and uninterested in his little compliment. “That’s nice Deadlock, but I could care less for the words of a former war hero turned dictator.” You flinched slightly, stopping midstep. His larger cervo harshly grabbing your wrist at your dictator comment.

Pulling you closer with a hard pull, his grin replaced with a very displeased frown and narrowed optics to add to his frown. His other cervo gripping the side of your waist. He just stared you down for a moment, almost as if trying to decide what to do with you for your comment, helm tilting to the side and his hold harsh on you.

After a moment. His optics rise in emotion and smile formed on his dermas.

A soft sigh passing his dermas and helm straightening. His cervo removing itself from your wrist to cup your more bloody cheek with his still bloody cervo. Making sure your helm leaned closer. “Now, now sweetspark…No need to be all bratty now. After some….time. You’ll learn to like our Lord as much as I do.”

His voice lowered to a deeper whisper.

Giving you a soft kiss on your dermas for a good end of his words. Moving his cervo from your bloody cheek to the back of your helm to keep you close. His optics wander down your frame. Checking out the blood on you.

“You should keep this on you a little longer. The blood won’t stain..if we don’t take too long.” He whispered in a softer tone before capturing a kiss from you again.

The kiss more persistent and pressing more against you, his cervos making sure your frame pressed against his own. Not returning the kiss even for a moment. Quickly gathering the strength to turn your helm away and walk out of his grasp. Huffing before finally turning back to him with an angrier expression now. “Dammit Deadlock! You Promised!- Promised to stop with your drugs!”

You yelled, your voice filled with a hint that you’re about to cry.

Your chassis rose and fell as you walked further from him. Deadlock watching you with what seemed like an annoyed expression. Watching you paste in the room for a moment before speaking on his own behalf but making no effort to stop you from moving.

“Come on! You really expect me to not use it? It’s not like I used a lot this time!”

“Deadlocl Stop! Just..Stop. I can smell the drugs! It’s all over you..!- Just!..” You tried to hold back the tears the best you can. He broke his promise. Again. Turning your back to him. His optics rolled at your words. Suddenly behind you, he walked up behind you again and spinned you around to hold you in a tighter gasp again. Shushing you gently with his arms wrapped around you.

Your arms and cervos pressing and even hitting at his chassis in a tense fight between you and Deadlock. His cervos bound to leave small bruises on your back and side frame.

Trying your best to pull your helm from him when he continues to try to calm you down.

“No! No! Let me go! I don’t want to even look at you right now! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” You continued to fight against him. Tears falling down your cheeks down on the blood on both you and him.

Deadlock only seemed annoyed by the situation. Without you both noticing. His optics flickered yellow a couple moments during the whole ordeal. Lifting you in his arms, carries you against his frame towards the berth. Laying you on your back during all your struggling. Not affected as much as you were. His cervos swiftly grabbed at your wrists that were hitting his chassis and even the side of his helm earlier.

Pinning them against the berth next to your shoulders. His thighs move between your thighs pressing your own wider to make more room for his hips.

Settling himself firmly against you while you continued to thrash the best you can beneath him throughout all of your thrashing. Unreadable as he just stared down at you, letting you have your little episode beneath him. Another routine created by you both.

Knowing he was caught. He waits for you to tire yourself out. Watching the tears fall down your cheeks.

His optic ridges are farrowing slightly from the sight. Pressing a soft kiss at the side of your neck after a moment during your actions. Placing soft kisses on your cheek, neck, even your shoulder again over the blood. Whispering softly that everything will be better and his worries during your sobs, continuing to whisper to calm you down the best he can.

Your spark racing and tears falling from your broken spark. Being held down till your frame finally gives up against his frame, tiring yourself out and sobs calming down.

Deadlock raising his helm noticing this.

Feeling your cervos stop trying to fight against his cervos under his grip. Remove his cervos for a moment to rise to your cheek. Pressing his knee against the bed. One between your legs and the other more straight with his pede more pressed against the floor. His thumb digits rubbing away your tears as his gives you gentler kisses on your dermas.

“Everything is going to be alright..I’ll stop..I’ll stop.” He promised in between kisses. Nuzzling his forehelm against your own in the calming but still tense moment between you both.

His optics sharp on you, his whispers gentle with bits of his former self peaking out. “I know I promised you Sweatspark. I know. I promise I’m trying to get better. Please..You got to believe me, I’ll make it up to you..” He nuzzled his helm against the side of your helm. You just stared at the ceiling at his affections and words. Uncertain to tell if his words are full of truth or another lie.

Your frame shivering and still shaking from his contact against me. Hurt in your optics and tears silently going down past your optics still.

You refused to look at him. Tilting your helm to the side when he raised his helm again to look better at you.

Your optics closing and spark slowing. Deadlocks expression hardening for a moment when you weren't looking. His other still holding your cervo release. Sitting up, his cervos going to our waist. His hold firm with a force of comfort as he looked down at you.

His digits and cervo rubbing gently at your sides. Leaning over you know with a more saddened look on his faceplate. You both in silence for a moment. Knowing you’re in thought because of him. His cervo then raises to your cheek again. Your helm flinched almost violently when you realized her cervo was closer to your cheek. Deadlock refused to pull his cervo back.

Still choosing to cup your cheek as your helm shaked a little under his touch without the emotion you felt earlier during your sobbing.

Finally turning your helm. Looking up at him with teary optics./ for a moment. Your old Deadlock is all you see. Accepting his kisses with closed optics. Your cervo rises to hold the back of his helm. The moment peaceful.

You and Deadlock giggling in the kiss. Everything brighter suddenly around you and intertwined in each others arms. Kissing the side of your helm and whispering naughty things to you and your arms and legs wrap around his neck and waist. Kissing each other more with music playing in the background like before.

But, the memory dies when Deadlock gets a comm at his audio sensors. Being an outer comm to show it was urgent. Reality setting back to you in a dark room.

Deadlock pulling from the kiss abruptly to answer the comm. Standing from the bed and from you.

Sitting up, you watched him walk around the room for a moment. Speaking over his comms. Watching him for who he truly was right now. Turning on your side to face the wall instead of him when you scooted deeper into the berth. Listening to his call in the dark room.

“Yes yes I’ll be there. Megatron though knows I can’t be hitten that place without my mate you know that…Okay okay let me talk to him and we’ll see later. See you right now.”

He ends the comm. Looking back over at you. Silently praying he won’t go to that stupid party in one of the planets once connected to Cybertron loyal to the Decepticon cause now to party. Knowing Megatron and all. You hear him step closer and kneel onto the berth. Kissing the side of your helm before whispering softly.

His cervo gently rubbing your shoulder.

“I’ll be back, we might go out tonight. Just…try to stay by my side and I promise to take care of you like I always do. It’s just business as always Sweetspark. Sleep for now until I come back just in case, alright?”

He said softly, giving you another kiss. Standing again, he walks out of the room and make his way back to the council area back to Megatron. You stayed on your side. Close your optics and try to forget about it all. Just for a moment. Thinking about your time before the Decepticon. The day before you met that fragging Megatron.

Your frame relaxing and dermas parting to take a breather. One you deeply needed after everything the past few days.

But of course. Nothing lasts forever in the war.

—-

Colorful lights and loud music played all around you. Mechs, femmes and other bots dancing on the dance floor. This being a very exotic club. Cybertronians panels and breast plates opened around the place. Things were so messy and in your face in the late at night. You sitting on Deadlock's lap. Arm around his shoulders and trying to not make optic contact with anyone.

Deadlock knew this. His cervo firmly on your lower waist and the other holding a drink. He was the quiet and mean looking one with a charming grin in the group. Well, more like council. Megatrons council.

Sitting in the expensive chair on Megatrons right. Megatron sitting on a long couch with a mech and femme on either of his thighs. Starscream of course on one and Nightbird on the other. Megatron smoking from a Hookah. Nightbird drinking and in her own world speaking to Megatron's second lieutenant Scourge and his side piece Slipstream.

Megatron watches over the entire club from above. The VIP high in the club. Taking a hard hit of his Hookah. He glances over at Slipstream then over at Deadlock and you.

Deadlock pressing his helm against yours as he whispered loud enough for you to hear, giving you comforting words to help you be more comfortable. A small smile formed on your dermas, you both sharing a small kiss together. Your cervo on your lap with the other gently gripping his arm.

Leaning more into his frame as he held you close. Taking another sip of his drink. Megatron looked forward.

His cervo, not holding the hookah moves higher on Starscream's waist. Pulling him closer against him and whispering something in his audio sensors. Starscream rolls his optics. Standing from his thigh over towards you. Taking your arm with a small smile. “Come on, I need you to help fix my jewelry." You looked at him then back at Deadlock.

Deadlock gives you a gentle nod. Letting you go. You stood up and left with Starscream to the bots room.

Deadlock watching you until you disappeared with Starscream through the door. Megatron watches him before looking back at Nightbird. Telling her to go off with Scourge. Giving her a gentle pat on her thigh.

Sitting back more against the cushion he looked over at Deadlock. Speaking casually at Deadlock who could already sense something was up. Speaking again, his voice deep and loud enough over the music while not looking at Deadlock yet. “Your mate, they of a Knight?” He takes another puff. Deadlock gives him a glance. Tilting his helm and sits up straighter in the cushion.

“They are, Lord Megatron.” Deadlock answered firmly.

Megatron's chassis rose for a moment before leaning down to reach for a cup. Picking up his drink and taking a large sip like it was a shot. Sitting straighter before finally looking at Deadlock again.

Placing his arm over to the back of the couch.

Turning his frame more towards Deadlock. Speaking again in a casual tone. “I figured, but I was too busy trying to prove a point and get this war in check before I could get a chance to really pay attention. So tell me, lieutenant. Why haven’t you both started a little family before everything?”

Megatron glares at him now. Tilting his helm up a bit towards him more now. Deadlock sighs softly to face Megatron now more better.

“You already know full well why Megatron.” Deadlock spoke casually towards the mech. Megatron's dermas form a smirk as he chuckles to himself. Snapping his digits. Nightbird pours him another drink, Megatron raising his cup for the pour. Sitting back fully again to hold his drink by his chassis before speaking again.

“It is the one thing helping you stay focused…you should keep it up anyways. A sparkling has no place in a war unless to be my soldier. Or..a runt of the autobots to die.” He spoke coldly.

Taking another swig of his drink. Looking forward to the party again. Deadlock just stared at him. His chassis rose shakily for a moment. Megatron snapping his digits again. Another seeker, Thundercracker, walks over and makes a line with a special drug on the counter where Megatron's drink once was.

“Go on, your mate ain’t back yet. So get to it.” Megatron spoke firmly.

Taking another sip of his drink. His other cervo easily reached over patting the back of Deadlock's upper shoulder plates. Making the mech get pushed forward for a moment before he looked back. Deadlock looks over the white line on the counter.

His optics showed distress but his frame remained firm and controlled. Tilting his helm before looking over at the larger mech.

“Just..don’t tell her..or do. I don’t fragging care.” He holds his cup out towards Nightbird. Letting her pour him another drink. Taking a slow sip this time on his drink. His optics still on Deadlock. Deadlock fighting the urge but he also can’t disobey his lord. Scourge and the two femmes watching with a smirk. Megatron waiting in anticipation. Everything falling together as he wished it to.

—--

You were behind Starscream fixing up the jewelry around Starscreams neck cables. Starscream just complained about Megatron's lack of attention recently.

You didn’t pay much thought into his words though. Just hoping you and Deadlock can leave as soon as you both can back to the ship. Starscream watched you as he spoke. Thinking about what Megatron told him earlier he turns to face you. His cervos going to your shoulders and leaned close.

Your own cervos going to his shoulderplates to make sure he doesn’t get too close.

“You know, things have been very dense with Nightbird for I and Megatron. We could use a couple other swingers from our side. To get rid of the intensity of things given we pretty much won. Optimus and the autoboobs have disappeared and all.” He spoke smoothly, hugging you suddenly in a way practically throwing himself on you.

“Okay-” You started off, your cervos still gripping his shoulder to gently move his back a bit.

Your cervos taking his wrists to stop him from moving his cervos around your waist and other parts of your frame. “Starscream. Just because we knew each other a time before. Doesn’t mean we that close. It’s just Deadlock and me. We ain’t interested.”

You stated firmly. Starscream sighing softly and leaned against the edge of the counter.

The mech pouts before responding, almost annoyed. “You’re not as fun like before.” You sighed softly, taking his cervo and guiding him out of the room. “Come on, before Megatron gets upset about you taking forever.”

You spoke firmly. You both walk together back to the VIP section.

Deadlock sitting back in his chair. Cleaning his nose while feeling Megatrons cervo pat his shoulder plate with one cervo before leaving it there to hold his shoulder. Chuckling to himself. Scourge, Nightbird and Slipstream laughing with him at the moment. Megatron being the first to notice you and starscream returning. You still holding Starscreams cervo so he doesn’t wander off and upset Megatron.

Megatron watching both your frames and the way you both strut.

Taking another heavy drink and leaned back. Deadlock notices you soon and tries to relax his spark at the sight of you. Knowing he broke his promise again. You stepped past Deadlock towards Megatron to move Starscream closer to Megatron. Starscream already getting excited to sit back with Megatron. Only for the mech to nudge and in a way basically push Starscream to sit next to him on the expensive cushion.

Suddenly and harshly grabbing your wrist. Pulling you onto his lap right in front of Deadlock. Your cervos immediately goes to Megatron's chassis to try to get off.

Megatron reaching his other cervo to your hip. Making you sit down on his lap.

Deadlocks optics glaring at him with his frown growing at the sight. Scourge and the femmes laughed together. Megatron notices this while you struggle. Megatron notices his glare, seeing how far he can go to upset Deadlock. He then looks over at you as you actively avoid looking at him while still trying to get away.

With a soft sigh, he lets you go. “Relax, just fragging with you my lieutenant." He playfully mocked.

Holding his cervos up as you made your way to Deadlocks lap. Deadlock holding you like before as kisses your forhelm. Megatron and the others laughing again together as Starscream claimed his spot on Megatron's lap again. The two sharing a heated kiss with each other.

Deadlocks cervo on your waist rubs slowly to try to calm you down.

His other cupping your cheek as a way of comfort like always. Closing your optics you lean more into Deadlocks frame and touch, promising yourself that you’ll stay in his arms for the rest of the night. No matter what. Deadlock continues to sit and be present for the party. Hoping for the rest of the night you don’t find out what he did.

—--

You awaken with a sudden jolt. The memory and dream awakening you from your slumber. The night being some time ago. Waking with a soft groan.

Deadlocks hold on your firm and his helm once hidden at the back of your neck. The front of his frame pressed against your back, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The covers over both your waists in the berth. Groaning softly as you sat up slowly in his arms. Flinching slightly at your soreness for your valve.

Raising the cover over your side. Your panel was still open, leaking Deadlocks load from last night's activities.

Quietly and slowly the best you can.

You get out the berth, making sure to guide his arms gently onto the bed and pillows as he snored softly in his sleep.

Closing your panel and cleaning your inner thighs from any evidence. You make your way over to the door with quiet steps. Walking through the sliding open door. You start to make your way over towards Knockout's office that’s normally open early in the morning. Your cervo rises to your shoulder to adjust to your soreness.

When you reached Knockout's office, he was currently speaking with his sparkmate Breakdown as you sat in the waiting hair by yourself. Your cervos on your lap while you began to be deep in thought.

After some time Knockout came to take an energon blood sample on your arm for any infection and check your health after it being some time since your last check up. When Knockout returns he seems worried but also surprised. Though his smirk remained in order to keep you relaxed as he came to sit in front of you with a data pad.

“Well you records show you’re still healthy, your strong frame still working very well to keep you strong. But….” he trials off.

This grabs your attention. Your knees closer, digits fidgeting with each other, and optics focused on him. Knockout giving a soft sigh before finally finishing his words. “You’re sparked.” He said in a monotone voice. Already used to this happening with other Cybertronians on the ship. Watching for your reaction.

“....................................................................Oh slag-”

—--

This was not good. For one, Deadlock finally kept his promise with getting off the drugs. But you definitely weren’t prepared. Being a Decepticon, your mind was always busy with other thoughts and goals for the time being. Mainly surviving and trying to keep you both alive between you and Deadlock. Now you two were to be carrier and sire for a sparkling brought into a world of war.

You made your way back to your shared berthroom,. Thanking Knockout before making your way out.

Thinking about what you should say to Deadlock and how you should break the news to him. Your cervos shaking from the anticipation. Reaching the door, you open it with a quiet slide. Looking up from the floor to only see an empty berth. Deadlock was gone!

About to step forward, you’re stopped by Megatron himself. His heavy pedes fill the wide halls of the part of the ship. Catching your attention.

You looked over at your leader, bowing your helm in respect without a second thought. Your arms down your sides. Looking down with your helm low while he stepped closer. Only speaking once he stopped in front of you. His large and rough cervo goes under your helm to your chin. Making you look up at him so his bright red optics bore into your very building.

His expression both calm and unreadable. The two different for whoever looks. But just by feeling you can tell he was pissed. His voice deep and smooth in a way you’d never want to hear. “Little one…Do you know of your mates where abouts? Be wise with me.”

His thumb digit gently rubs over your dermas and cheek. Rough but not harmful. With a bit of gentleness.

With a shaky breath, your dermas part from each other to speak. “No, sir. Last seen on my side was much earlier in our shared berth over almost twenty minutes ago. I was not told about his plans, Lord Megatron-” SLAM. You flinched in your spot. His other cervo told holding your chin, his other having slammed against the closed door behind you. Leaning his larger frame closer, looming over you.

His optics becoming more intense with his frown, his helm tilting to the side slightly at you in search for any signs of lie. His cervo slowly making its way down from your chin to the side of your neck. His digit then rubbing at the front of your throat.

Leaning up to stand straight again. Not moving his cervo just yet finally speaking again.

“You are loyal to the Decepticon cause.” It was a firm command for an answer over a question. His helm tilted forward. Your dermas frown as you listen to his words. Refusing to show more fear. You spoke again.

“I am, Lord Megatron. I fight for our cause. Never forgetting where I came from and why I joined the war.”

Your optics were sharp. Refusing to show fear despite your spark racing. Trying hard to keep it calm as you looked up at the intense former gladiator.

Your posture straight, his cervo only squeezing slightly at your throat. His optics then lower to the rest of your frame. His other rising to place a gentle poke at your stomach. The tip of two digits grazing over the front of your stomach gently.

Your frame holding back from his touch. Trying to stay calm after knowing what you know now. Waiting for his next words when his optics returned on yours. Giving a hum.

“You are lucky that addicted buffoon could never give you a sparkling with his weak frame…He stole a ship sometime ago. The traitor is a coward. Guess you’ve been pushed to 3rd lieutenant. I expect to see you in my council later at noon….” Was all he said. Moving his cervos from your frame. Taking a step back so he was facing you sideways before speaking again.

Is all he left. Stepping away back down the halls towards the council down a corner. A shaky breath past your dermas and finally relaxed your frame from the intensity you felt for what felt like forever. Your cervo placed against the wall next to the door with a lean.

Trying to catch your breath, your other cervo quickly going over your stomach. Trying to calm your spark the best you can.

Your optics closing. Realization hitting you harder now after. He left you..Straight up left you alone on a ship he told you to join to be with him. That bastard. Your mind clicking again. What did he take? You walk into your berthroom. Looking around the room before you see a data pad with a note on your side on your pillow.

Your spark quickened for a moment. Walking over to it, sitting on your berth. You read over the data pad.

“My dear spark, I’m sorry I was never able to keep my promise before the war. Even after joining. I was always too scared you’d hate who I was. I didn’t want to lose the one good thing I had unless it was by my own cervo. I didn’t treat you the way I promised all those years ago. I wasn’t always good to you. I hope you can find it in your spark to forgive me one day. Only time will tell if our paths shall cross again..One day. Yours, Deadlock.”

It was in his handwriting. Your thumb digit gripping harsher at the data pad. Causing a small crack, your frown growing as you read the words.

Throwing the data pad at a sudden rage, breaking it completely against the wall. Your optics flickering red for a moment. Unknowing of the figure watching you from your door. One of blue optics and yellow and blue frame at your door. Narrowing their optics they leave without another word. Making sure you never saw them there.

Refusing to cry this time, you stand. Turning in your pedes back towards your door. Heading out to the council meeting to finally show your true potential. No longer being held back with your former mate.

During the meeting, you couldn’t help notice a certain mech in yellow and how he seemed to be interested in you. Sitting across from you while you sat next to Megatron. Being his new 3rd in command and all. You also sat next to a purple mech named Cyclonus. He being the only nice one towards you.

After some time and proving yourself without much effort to Megatron.

You were instantly respected. But it only became harder when your stomach started to show. Megatron was angry at first that you were sparkling. But when you were five months in your pregnancy, he spoke about his interest in taking the sparkling under his wing given that your sparkling is from two powerful Cybertronians and having two well known Cybertronian grandsire and grandcarrier.

But after your sparkling was born, Megatron was in a scary fact, joyed about a sparkling born of a sparkling of a knight. Showing interest in elping raise the sparkling. But with every strength in you as much as you could. You refused his so-called help.

Deciding he’ll just have to win your affections first out of respect for you after time.

Eventually you and the mech Cyclonus grow closer as friends. Though he liked you, he was always more pulled towards mechs than with femmes and neutral bots. You two chose to stick together through the hard times ahead. Being the only ones to understand each other.

After some time you would later meet Pharma. He was sly and always spoke in a way to keep your guard down.

But you gave him the benefit of the doubt and after some time, you both fell in love with each other. At least you did with him. Never knowing of Pharma's true intentions. Though scared because of Deadlock, you made sure to always stay cautious. Even when your sparkling would eventually come to the world and see the world for the first.

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Seven years passed.

The war was brought to a sudden end when Megatron finally realized his ways had gone far from what he truly wanted at the very beginning. You and a few others have a part in it in some way. You had your sparkling. Deciding to name her Ramage.

She was born a little sick at her birth but was strong and was able to gain health over a short amount of time thanks to the help around you.

Having a colored frame close to your carrier Storm reign and light green optics like your sire fearstorm while her frame was mixed of both your and Deadlocks frame. Cyclonus was like his uncle and another caretaker of her when you couldn’t watch her while you worked and at times save money on a babysitter.

You and Pharma got together after sometime of Ramage's birth. Choosing to remain together. Never having another sparkling with him because he never wanted one before and had himself fixed.

But he still treated Ramage as his own after time but made sure to keep his distance.

You understood his wishes and never pushed him. Considering you will guide both sides as carrier and sire for Ramage so she can have a better chance at developing in life. You understood your sparkling needs you more than ever at her young age. Especially with her being a special case in Cybertrionian history. She didn’t develop as easily and at times not as fast like other sparklings.

Another case is that she was smaller than most femme Cybertronians at the same age.

A runt of Cybertronians much like you were as a sparkling at a time before. She still had yet to speak and was mainly a sparkling who always loved being near you. But can show strength when most needed. You loved your sparkling to death and had to find a better way to protect her. Not wishing to get rusty but at the same time missing the thrill at times to fight on the fields.

You eventually decide to settle with bounty hunting on Cybertron when the war ended and Cybertronians are able to live a normal life back on the planet.

One day being told and convinced to join the new cause of the newest Prime, Rodimus. First by Cyclonus who believes it can be a good path awakening for them. At first sceptical until Pharma later on convinced you they should go after work that same day. You finally agreed after some thought.

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The day came for Rodimus' announcement. You along with Cyclonus stood together in the large crowd to hear his speech. You held Rammage who was fast asleep in your arms.

Cyclonus keeping a sharp cervo at your shoulder on the same side where Ramage rested her helm on with a cautious look. Recognizing many autobots and Decepticons from close and afar. Pharma currently working on a business deal now that he’ll be joining the Lost Light.

You watched with anticipation.

Seeing first a large blue mech with a frown on his dermas and cervos clenched. Another walks up after, standing on the other side with two double swords. Thinner with white, red and grey on his frame. His optics blue and having a twink look to you. Somehow, to you. He looked very familiar in a way like you both met before. You glanced up at Cyclonus, he wasn’t looking up the stage. His mind seemed to be elsewhere.

When you looked forward again, the leader Rodimus finally took stage. Making his large speech like all those who came before him being the newest Prime.

The white samurai Cybertrionian spins his sword and stands with his sword held down in front of him on guard. The blue mech doing the same. Rodimus makes his speech keeping it short and sweet. You’d glance at Ramage and notice the sparkling being able to sleep through anything. You’d glance up again, noticing how the larger mech was specifically looking down at you with a side glance.

Making you realize it’s Ultra Magnus. You two having known each other before because of your shared love for poetry back in both your youths before you both went different paths.

After Rodimus' speech, you and Cyclonus make your way to the entrance of the ship. Pharma joins you in line to board on to the ship. Cyclonus and Pharma start to bicker with each other behind you while you just focus on trying to keep rammage asleep in your arms.

Time passing for you on the Lost Light.

You and Pharma were now fully set on the ship together with Ramage's own room created for her in the shared berthroom. Cyclonus having found a shorter roommate he seems to tolerate a little better like he does with you.

Over your time with being on the Lost Light. You tried to keep it on the down low for your background of being a child of a Cybertronian Knight. Your sparkling though having rare green optics made her be seen as a possible sparkling of a Cybertrionian Knight. You choosing to claim that you had a one night stand with a random Cybertronian femme who must’ve been a sparkling of a knight.

Others choosing to not pass another glance and judgement since the whole mission is to find the remaining Cybertronian Knights anyway,

Things seemed to be peaceful for the time being while Rodimus and the others chose to keep trying to find the other Cybertronian Knights. It wasn’t until one day while you were getting ready to visit Pharma at work with Ramage in your arms.

Walking out to the halls to over the main work sector of the ship did you suddenly run into the one and only Rodimus Prime.

“Hm? Ah! Just the Cybertronian I was looking for. I was hoping I’d run into you. Now come with me we have so much to discuss!” He spoke with a cheer in his tone. Having that million credits charming smile you’ve heard others speak about so fondly before.

Opening his arms towards you and your sparkling. Next to him was his second in command Ultra Magnus. Who just keeps giving that look from that speech day. Rodimus cervo going to your shoulder to lead you back to his office. As you’re being pushed you see Pharma speaking to a few Cybertronians over some business. He looked over at you and gave a thumbs up.

Letting you know he knows about Rodimus having come to find you and that he can wait for you.

Before you knew it you were led to the area for the council. The area had a few offices and even a lobby for the council and their works under Rodimus' watch. The samurai Cybertronian was there sharpening his swords in a unique way unfamiliar to you.

Seeming to not have noticed you, Rodimus and Ultra Magnus have entered as Rodimus then lead you to his own office with Ultra Magnus.

Once the door closed. Rodimus released your shoulder speaking again while he walked over to his office chair and sits down. Placing his arms on the desk as he looked at you. “I’ll cut to the chase before that little future knight of yours awakens.” He said casually.

Ultra Magnus walking to stand by you where he sits stands by the couch in the room and holds up a data pad as if looking over some force of records.

“You see I was hoping it was just some rumor that I just happened to have a grandsparkling of a knight on my very ship with a carrier with no real knowledge of the sire besides the remembrance of a one night fling. So, tell me.” His smile disappears, his expression more serious but his optics remained focus as ever while he stared you down.

“Is this true?” He questioned.

Thinking fast without breaking character. You spoke with calculated speech and a firm stance with your words.

“She is, Prime. I didn’t know the mech I met that night at a party was the son of a Cybertronian Knight.

When I realized I was certain that she is my responsibility and deserves a life of a normal civilian much like us before the war. I am her carrier, so I decide what’s best for her.” You spoke firmly. Rodimus and Magnus watching you closely. You then continued. “That won’t be a problem, will it?”

You dared to question. Being a carrier really gives you confidence.

Silence filled the room between you three. The soft sound of rammage still sleeping against your shoulder being the only source of sound. Rodimus leaned back in his chair to stand. Showing his height with his only an inch taller than yourself.

After a moment, the red twink mech smiled and chuckled to himself. Soon downright laughing to himself from your little declaration for your sparkling. Not catching onto the fact that you;re lying to them.

Giving a soft hum he walks around the desk and goes to stand by your side placing his larger cervo on your arm for comfort as he speaks back in his cheerful voice. “Relax, I just had to be certain. Anyone would jump on the chance to say they’re the child or grandchild of a knight. Hell, I didn’t believe Optimus when he said his sire was Codexa.”

He chuckled deeply. Magnus shaking his helm with a sigh from Rodimus' little trick.

You taking notice as Ramage started to stir awake slowly in your arms. Slowly opening her optics he looks around. Rodimus continued to speak. His cockiness showed with his cervo dramatically going to his chassis and the other on his hip. Not noticing Ramage has awakened yet.

“Besides, I know a thing or two about not wanting to be a certain way and given he’s so young! Another reason though is because I’ve read your records. You’re a skilled fighter, I was hoping you’d join my council now since you, well-” He raises his optic ridges in a suggestive manner. You have a small forced smile at his words.

You have to keep this image up.

You hummed to yourself. Looking down at your now awake sparking who was nuzzling her faceplate against your shoulder to try to wake herself up.

Rodimus held his cervo out for you. His smile remains for you to decide to take his offer. An even more and better chance to protect your sparkling. Your shoulders slumping slightly and a more genuine smile on your dermas appear. Holding Ramage in one arm, your other reaching so your cervo shakes his in agreement. Ramage finally leaning up and looks around her surroundings.

Rodimus shook your cervo and looked at Ramage who seemed curious and confused. “Ah, our little knight has awakened. You sleep, good little bud?” Rodimus asked softly with excited optics. Magnus peaked over curiously from his data pad.

Ramage just stared at him with a blank expression and wide optics.

The sparkling then suddenly hides her face at your neck. Causing you and Rodimus to laugh together at her flustered action.

Rodimus then stepped closer. His expression and voice softer as he spoke to you with sincerity. Looking down at both you and Ramage. “I’m honored to have you on the team. And I can promise the best babysitter for you while out on missions and meetings when you need! We can go over that later. It’s getting later and I’m sure you’re exhausted form needing the rest. You’re dismissed.”

He left off with a soft tone. Ramage the whole time having looked back a bit. Glaring at him as if thinking he’s up to something.

Rodimus notices this and chuckles deeply. Reaching his cervo to her so Ramage would take his digit to shake. Ramage looks at the mechs digit, instead of grabbing it, she just tapped at it with her smaller one before then looking over at Magnus. Getting more excited looking at him. Rodimus' ego was definitely bruised by this. You give a small chuckle. Placing a cervo on his shoulder in comfort.

Along with a comforting smile.

“I’ll see you in the meeting tomorrow, um- sorry for getting very defensive earlier. “ You said in a nervous tone. Rodimus chuckled his happier smirk returning. “No worries. We look forward to having you around, I’ll have one of my best warriors to come pick ya up at your berthroom." He finished.

You three leaving things there. You make your way back to your berth room with Ramage who seemed very interested in what was with you. Noticing a small shift in your optics, her own in curiosity.

It was a little concerning at times when thinking about your own sparkling. When you made your way back to your berthroom Pharma was already there in the berth looking over his data pad when you definitely walked in with your sparkling. Standing up fast and walking over when you placed Ramage down watching her walk away to her small play area before you looked over at Pharma.

“Welcome back, let me guess.” His pointer digit points at Ramage. “Sparkling of a Knight?”

You only give a nod. Your cervo going to your arm as you walked past him. Stopping when Pharma stopped you by hugging you from behind. Trying to give the best comfort of his abilities but his voice doesn't really show much of him trying.

“You aren’t alone with trying to protect Ramage you know ... .Now you possibly have a whole team willing to protect your sparkling!”

Your optics twitched slightly. Questioning why you were with this mech again. Pharma noticing this, he moves fast, turning you around suddenly with his cervos. Forcing a convincing chuckle under his mask before speaking. “Obviously I do as well. But you know of my own business." He states firmly.

You narrowed your optics and tilted your helm slightly from his words.

Crossing your arms he speaks again. “I’ll be able to help out on the ship but knowing you, I won’t overstep and promise to follow your lead. The respect you deserve.” His voice is smooth. Manipulative to stroke your needs and ego. Nuzzling the side of his hem against yours in affection.

Listening to his words. You hummed as a response. A smile on your dermas and optics closed, choosing to listen to him and his words. Rammage on the other cervo watches from his little play area.

Her optics narrowing at Pharmas words, while also at the same time nibbling at his toy in suspicion from afar. You and your small family turning in for the night sometime after. Rammage choosing to sleep between both you and Pharma for the night. Is suspicion keeping him awake. Watching Pharma all night with bright yellow optics.

In the morning.

You were getting ready with Pharma. He had his mask off. Always preferring to take it off himself. You always just assumed it was because of trauma. You both shared a kiss goodbye when he left for his business deal on the other side of the ship.

Finishing your frame wax you walked over to rammage who was still playing in his play area again for the morning. Picking him up in your arms. Giving him a kiss on his cheek.

“Now you be on your best behavior and don’t wander off. We don’t need what happened to Cyclonus to happen again…again..” You glanced away now getting worried now that you’re actually thinking about it while Ramage just seems to only keep staring at you. Putting on a nervous smile, your cervo rises to gently pet her helm. “Everything will be alright…”

Ramage just let you and looked at you worried.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Walking over to answer it. There stood Ultra Magnus with his usual frown and cervo holding another data pad. “If you will follow me please.” He said firmly, already taking a step away to head towards the office.

You start following him. Ramage already getting excited just by seeing Ultra Magnus in your arms.

Behind the large blue mech you try your best to calm down Rammage who just wanted to be closer to Magnus.

Before you knew it you were at the council's lobby. When entering the other council members were at the lobby or in their offices together. Your attention pulled when you felt Magnus tapped your shoulder for a moment. When you looked at him he had his cervos held out for Ramage. You were confused at first until Magnus spoke. Noting your concern.

“I am the babysitter. She will be with me in my office until you are ready to get her.”

“Oh..right. Of course.” Was all you said. Letting him take Ramage. You made your way inside the councils meeting hoping to see Rodimus. Walking closer you sat in a chair a bit far from the head of the table.

About to sit down until you noticed a folded stand piece of paper with your name.

It was next to the seat of the head table. Sitting down you choose to wait for the time being. Glancing around the area and details on the walls.

Frame with pictures of Rodimus and landscapes of Cybertron and other parts of the galaxy. Even one with Rodimus hugging the hell out of Orion Pax after becoming Rodimus Prime. You suddenly heard a door on the other side of the room open. Entering in was that Samurai mech. One cervo on his hip and the other holding a data pad.

You swear his thighs rub against each other while he walks.

He sits down across from you, not having noticed you yet. You just stared at him. There was definitely something familiar with him…Was he that guy you slept with back when you were a data clerk? The silence stretched in the room.

Now trying to be quiet, you reach your cervo in your chassis pocket, take out a data pad and looks it over. The soft click from his mug. The silence was killing you.

You glanced towards the other doors for a moment. The mech across you chuckling to himself a couple times while still focused on his own data pad. You were thinking about what to say. About to speak until the doors open again for the meeting to start. “Alright we’re all here, time to begin the meeting of the new Primes High Council for the Lost Light!” Rodimus cheered.

You placed your data pad. The mech across from you still refuses to look up. Seeming tired.

Rodimus took his seat at the head of the table between you and the other mech. The other council members took their seats. Rodimus then speaks for the meeting to commence. “Alright my fellow Cybertronians, as you all know we have a new member.”

Rodimus spoke almost fondly. His smile was bright and excited. When he finally said your name the mech was sipping his drink.

Only to suddenly spit his drink out on the chair next to him for a good five seconds. You, Rodimus and the other mechs and femmes in their other chairs watched with parted dermas in shock at his sudden but mistaken action. The mech then coughs and holds a napkin to the poor mech. Who just stared at him before taking the napkin and stood to walk away to clean himself up.

“Now Drift, no need to get all excited. They’re here to help us on our mission.”

Rodimus playfully remarked and stated. His cervo the going over yours on the table as he continued with speaking. “Now don’t let our little samurai scare you, he may seem sweet but he can kick aft like there’s no tomorrow. Also if Magnus tells you things otherwise they’re only half true.”

You chuckled at his words. You and Rodimus having a small laugh together for a moment. Not noticing the small glare Drift was giving Rodimus and his cervo that was over yours.

The meeting commences for you and the council. A couple hours passing by while you all went over the evidence you have on trying to find where the surviving knights went and the others about what action they should take in finding them. Rodimus chose to ignore the concept of returning to Cybertron and even finding Orion Pax after finding Codexa with knights.

The meeting carried on until a it’s been already four hours.

You and the others made your way out of the room to go see your family. You figured Magnus could watch Ramage for a little while longer so you can go visit Pharma at his office. Rodimus still inside the office to go over notes and the other members either staying or leaving like you.

When you made your way down a different and empty hall. You were suddenly stopped by a cervo gently grabbing your arm from behind. Making you stop abruptly.

Something about it felt so familiar in both comforting, but also scary. When you looked back it was that Samurai again. He seemed a bit out of breath and nervous about something. You looked back at him with a curious and understanding smile while you spoke. “Drift? Did you need omething?” You asked curiously, staking a small step closer. His cervo let go, realizing he was still holding on.

“I…Maybe..”

He started first. your helm tilting to the side for a moment at his words. Still trying to figure out why this mech looked so familiar to you. And why was he so nervous? He seemed to be shaking, was he scared?

Crazy nervous about something?

He looked at you, his dermas parting for a moment. Then closing. You stood there patiently, about to say something until he finally spoke. His cervos clenching at his sides before he finally spoke.

“I never thought ... .I...” he started again. You’re certain something was the matter when he looked away, feeling bad. Your cervo started to reach for him. In a way to comfort, but rose mid air when he finally spoke his next words that took you fully by surprise. “I’m sorry! I never thought that I’d see you again! And I’ve lived with that regret ever since. For leaving you on that Decepticon ship!”

He said while looking at you, his optic sad and vulnerable.

You stood there, frozen. Not truly knowing what to do at first. Your spark racing with thoughts and your cervos unsure to clench or not for a moment. You just stared at him in disbelief. About to take a step back until his cervo grabbed your arm.

“Please..Let me explain.” He pleaded. You two just staring at each other. A very unexpected reunion.

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