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The terror of his other half was sweet elixir, as disappointingly soon as Sideswipe forced himself to remember Sunstreaker couldn't go through with them. The price was too great, he wasn't ready to pay it yet. Questionable was would he ever be ready to pay it. Ot perhaps some day, but who knew, either of them could face an early demise before that. It was a dangerous war, dangerous conflict, filled with reckless and overconfident acts that had no place in such hazardous line of duty.

And it would've been much fun if Sideswipe had actually tried to stop him, tried to pull the digits from his throat. Snap a few of his digits off for that as a punishment, leave his servos hurting and bleeding, remind him why he always needed to follow Sunstreaker's orders. There were consequences to every ignored word.

Too bad his brother knew better than to try to stop him.

Sideswipe's overload after his own triggered Sunstreaker's, again. The charge that had been easing down spiked back up again, driven by the energy released from his twin's frame. He grunted as he was lost in the pleasure all over again, grinding their hips together as he unloaded in his brother's valve for the second time.

Second of the many overloads he was planning to have tonight.

Panting, fans whirring Sunstreaker laid on and against his brother, taking a short moment to collect himself, sorting through Sideswipe's spark at the same time. There was one, one detail that he found wrong, that brought a growl from him, and Sunstreaker pulled his digits from Sideswipe's throat, instead grabbing his horn in a painfully tight hold. He brought his own helm up, hard optics staring in Sideswipe's blue ones as he sneered. "It isn't your choice," he almost spat. His grip on the horn tightened and he twisted his twin's helm, placing strain on his neck cabling and already abused intake. "It's like this, whether you wanted it or not. Your opinion is or wants don't matter. You are useless without me." His grip turned into a hit, this one anything but a gentle slap, strong enough to daze. "Piece of scrap..."

And Sunstreaker wasn't happy yet. He had taken Sideswipe's valve, his mouth had been disgraced, his insides bruised. But it wasn't enough. Pulling out of his brother Sunstreaker got to his pedes, hauling Sideswipe up with him by one of his horns. "We're not done yet." Each of his touches was rough when he shoved the red mech on the berth, then joined him, bending his legs beneath himself. Grabbing Sideswipe by the helm he forced his twin's face to his pelvic, offering his lubricant and transfluid coated, glistening spike. "No servos allowed. Swallow up, pretty boy, and make it good."

He had plans for Sideswipe tonight. They were only warming up.

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It was all Sunstreaker could do to not choke, devastate and destroy his brother right there and then, the panic feeding that need in him and having his frame run hot in an all new way. And he let Sideswipe see and feel every bit of his sick fantasies, how he could ravish Sideswipe's spark, frame and mind until there would bw nothing but a broken shell left, and then... Parted chestplates, the light of a fearful spark, his servo landing on it...

A press down, spark chamber and crystal crushed, life gone, and he would watch how it drained from his twin's optics.

He let Sideswipe see that, let him feel how hot, hot, hot the thought had Sunstreaker, how much it turned him on. Everything is more beautiful dead. And his twin, he would be the most beautiful if them all, broken, bloodied and grey as he'd be. Those thoughts drove the golden gladiator, gave power to every last one of his thrusts, and he gripped his twin's hips in iron hold, denting his plating. The digits down Sideswipe's throat held no mercy, scissoring in his intake as Sunstreaker growled, grunted and moaned with each thrust of his hard spike. He hooked his digits under Sideswipe's plating, clawed at his wiring, yanked his cables, bringing himself the sadistic satisfaction he so desired.

And his spark pulsed, bright, hot, strong, letting Sideswipe in on every deathly, kinky thought, let him know what all that did to Sunstreaker, how it had his mind screaming with need.

The yellow moaned in a strange mixture of pain, pleasure and yearning, burying his face against Sideswipe's shoulder. A few more thrusts, these uneven, spasming, and then he succumbed to his overload. Hot, crackling transfluid shot deep in Sideswipe's valve as Sunstreaker kept his brother's hips still and flush to his own. Energy danced over his plating in violent arcs and he shivered as every joint in his frame locked, cables going tight.

He rode the high of his overload before rolling his hips, turning his helm to whisper directly in Sideswipe's audial, "Your turn." Toxic words with the way they were purred, unforgiving of failure and demanding the meeting of his high standards. It was his twin brother after all. Sideswipe would need to fulfill everything that was requested of him. What good would he be otherwise? He was nothing but a half of Sunstreaker, without Sunstreaker, he would barely even exist.

Sunstreaker was his everything, and so he was to give Sunstreaker everything. And he would take it, oh he would gladly take everything that was offered and more, so much more. Control and power, that was all his, and the thought was heady as much as it was merely considered a birth right by the narcissistic twin.

There was a certain way things were supposed to be, ans this was the way. Sideswipe, beneath him in all ways, used by him, serving him, his, him, all about him.

And he let Sideswipe feel all of it, let him swim in his insignificance. If Sideswipe wanted to ever be something, he would need Sunstreaker to do it.

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Sunstreaker purred when four of his digits were engulfed by his brother's soaked heat, a shiver running down his spine when he imagined, imagined vividly what it would be like to sink his spike in that wonderful warmth. A rumble, and his spike cover snapped open, his length extending almost painfully quickly. He sighed lightly in relief of the eased pressure, but made no move on Sideswipe. All he did was roll his digits in the red mech's valve, enjoying the way it stretched around his touch.

"Gorgeous," he commented again, leaning closer and shoving his digits in harder, rougher, deeper. His other servo came up to caress along Sideswipe's chest, sometimes venturing to his horns. "Look at that face. You want to overload, don't you?" Sunstreaker's face twisted in a cruel expression and he brought his face just inches from his brother's. "No such luck. Do that and I'll make sure you never overload again."

Helm tilted, and then Sunstreaker had locked their mouths in a hungry, bruising kiss, snapping at Sideswipe's lips and claiming his oral cavity with his glossa. Hard, hard, and he moved closer, pressing their chests together and pinning Sideswipe against his berth. The servo that had been tracing the contours of the red frame cupped the back of the prankster's helm, keeping him from moving, escaping or evading. Not that he quite believed he'd have the guts to try.

A few more ruthless pumps and Sunstreaker pulled his from his twin's valve and broke the kiss. He brought his soaked servo up, pressing his digits against Sideswipe's recently vacated lips. "Suck," came the command, and Sunstreaker waited until Sideswipe was doing exactly that before he ligned his spike with the waiting valve.

One thrust and he had seathed himself, moaning loud as he finally gave himself the pleasure of his brother. His length throbbed with so much need, and Sunstreaker grunted, almost beside himself from the heat and charge overwhelming his frame. His helm fell to Sideswipe's shoulder, denta closed hard and unforgiving around his neck cabling. He had to take a moment to compose himself, panting helplessly as he waited for the worst of the pleasure to pass. He didn't want to overload yet.

But only moments later his hips pulled back before slamming back forward and setting a quick, violent pace. Sunstreaker put all of his frustration and impatience behind each punishing rock of his hips, pressing his chest all the tighter against Sideswipe's and holding his brother's frame so tight to his own. His hips rolled, pistoned, used, and he had no care for Sideswipe's comfort or needs as he grabbed his twin's hips and yanked him in a better position, half laying on the, hald propped against the berth, Sunstreaker over him as an oppressing, possessive presence. "Mine," he growled, punctuating the word by shoving his digits deeper into Sideswipe's throat. His to use, abuse and command, and it would never be any other way, not for as long as his spark was still pulsing, dark, dangerous and next to lifeless.

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He couldn't see, not in the pitch black, so instead Sunstreaker dove in the bond and felt with his brother, looping both of their arousal in a neverending, growing cycle. Sideswipe turned over, spread his legs, just as he was told. He always did as he was told, like he was supposed to. Then his servos ran down his frame, lower, lower, to his valve...

When Sideswipe slipped first of his digits into his valve, Sunstreaker couldn't take it anymore. He had to see. So he activated the lights of their room, just on their lowest setting, just enough to see. That was when he broke his vow of silence too, fans immediately clicking on with a roar, engine revving and vents open wide, heaving in air to cool his frame. He had been close to redlining anyway.

His hungry optics quickly took stock of his twin's appearance, the pleasure pained expression, the way he was trying so hard to keep himself mute. Like Sunstreaker wanted him, now. A doll that did what it was told, pleasured itself without a word of protest or plea.

And oh, wasn't it the most delicious sight, his twin's black digits buried in his valve as they were. Sunstreaker moaned, a quiet enough, shivering sound of pure, mindless arousal, his frame shaking from the charge drowning his systems. But he held back, sat back, and watched, enjoyed the sweet, sweet pain of the both of them, the need that wasn't fulfilled.

Sideswipe made such a pretty show of himself, rocking against his own digits like the little slut he was. So wet, dripping and flowing all over his servo, groin, floor... "You are so beautiful like this," Sunstreaker commented with a vocalizer choked by arousal, followed by a needy groan. He ran his own servo over his still closed spike cover, reveling in the pressure and ache behind it. Sideswipe added more digits, and he could see, he could feel how close his twin was, wanting to overload, no doubt. But he didn't, because Sunstreaker had told him not to. The yellow twin chuckled, a cruel sound, and then moved closer. Finally, maybe, but he didn't do more than crouch in front of Sideswipe, between his spread legs, but not touching. And making sure Sideswipe had plenty of space to touch himself. "Well c'mon, don't stop now..." A trace of snarl entered his voice, though most of it was hopelessly drownes under the howl of his overworked fans. But it didn't matter how much his frame was straining, his mind was steel and it would not give in before he wanted it to.

Sunstreaker sneered, revving his engine with deep rumble, puffing searing hot air from his vents. Lifting his servo, he caught Sideswipe's chin in his grip, his optics focused on his brother's valve. "Just like that... Such a dirty little whore you are." The grip turned into a slap against Sideswipe's cheek, light compared to most of the things Sunstreaker put his brother, not really any reap violence as much as it was done for the degrading meaning of it. "Look at yourself, spread like an offering, making a mess all over the floor." Sunstreaker's engine growled in silent laughter that never reached his cold, cold optics, now holding Sideswipe's gaze with firm demand. His servo brushed against the same cheek he had slapped, then lower, over Sideswipe's neck, tracing the seam down the middle of his chest, over his abdomen, then joining the black digits at Sideswipe's valve. He brushed his servo against Sideswipe's, briefly touching the rim of his valve... And then he was shooing Sideswipe's servo out of the way, replacing black digits with golden ones.

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Hurricane

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The darkness stunned Sideswipe into stillness and he looked around, seeking anxiously. Where had Sunstreaker gone, and how the frag was he so quiet all of a sudden? No cooling fans, no shift of metal, nothing. “Suns-” the servo over his mouth cut him off and his fans made a grinding noise in his surprise. Sunstreaker’s order sent shudders down his spinal strut and he nodded his understanding, tension building in his frame.

Being thrown around by his twin was nothing new, and falling to his knees against his on berth as a result was better than being slammed into walls or - that one time - stumbling right off the edge of a cliff. Ratchet had been pissed. He curled his digits against the padding and loosened his armor to try to expel as much heat as he could. Sunstreaker was pushing so much through the bond that Sideswipe couldn’t tell what arousal was his own and what was his brother’s. It was too much work to sort it out in the moment anyway.

He gave a low whine and shifted his knees apart, metal scraping on the floor harshly, but he ignored that in favor of sliding his valve cover open, gasping softly as the simple ‘snic’ of the panel opening felt like fire on his systems. He tried to push some of Sunstreaker’s arousal and need away so he could focus better, shifting his hips back for the golden twin and turning his head to try seeking him out once more. He was in the room, but somehow the light of Sideswipe’s optics couldn’t seem to touch him.

He brushed against the bond again, questioning.

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A brief rumble of a strained engine was the only reaction Sunstreaker gave to the sound of his commands being followed, and then he was silent again, avoiding Sideswipe's gaze. He knew that with his extremely beautiful, shiny and reflective finish even the smallest glint of light would be multiplies. He couldn't afford that for as long as he didn't want Sideswipe to see him.

The questioning little brush was met with a violent zap of electricity, Sunstreaker concentrating all his built-up, frustrated charge on his brother. "Turn over." He wanted his twin to know exactly how much it hurt Sunstreaker, how much self-control it took from him to be able to do this, hold himself off this long.

But surprisingly, in some things the impulsive, violent brother's hold of himself seemed to be nearly endless. This was one of those things. Mostly everything related to interfacing was, actually. His drive for that carnal act may have been through the roof majority of the time, but he could and had held himself from anything of the kind for long, long periods of time, when it was useful that way. It was almost spooky.

What wasn't he willing and capable of doing to get something he wanted, though.

"Touch yourself." And this time you could hear it, how close he was, crouched in front of his twin and only far enough to not allow the heat wafting from his frame to be fealt. But he wanted Sideswipe soaking the floor without any aid from his better half, and the arousal kept draining through the bond right into the red mech's spark. "Don't dare overload." Sunstreaker wasn't giving himself the relief, Sideswipe wouldn't either. And he wouldn't beg, he wouldn't ask for it, but he would drive himself mad with need, and his need would drive Sunstreaker mad with it too, and it would be perfect.

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The heat washed over him, setting sensors alight and making his plates rattle. Impressions wormed through his processors, the bond giving him a clear picture of his brother’s state, and his cooling fans kicked on low. He knew that he had a few mechs’ attention, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He knocked back the rest of his energon and slid out of his booth, ignoring the mechs watching him and dancing around Bluestreak. He’d probably make it up to the poor sniper later, but he didn’t want anyone but Sunstreaker touching him right now, and he knew that if anyone did, his twin would know, and it wouldn’t end well for anyone if he thought Sideswipe had entertained thoughts of someone else with the bond so full of want.

It wasn’t often that Sunstreaker actually desired him like this. Yes, they fragged, and often too. But the reasons were usually anything from boredom to jealousy to simply reaffirming existence, and a thousand more between. Sideswipe could count on his servos the number of times that Sunstreaker had lured him into berth because he wanted him, rather than simply because he was there.

He moved through the halls as fast as he could without Prowl stopping him for reckless behavior, and palmed at the controls for their quarters demandingly. The door took too long to open, in his opinion, and then he was in darkness, the soft blue glow of his optics seeking out his twin’s yellow, pedes carrying him that way. He could feel the heat radiating off his twin, and pictured how he’d gotten himself so revved up, fans kicking to a higher setting the longer he thought about it.

"Streaker?" he asked as he approached, cautious despite knowing he was supposed to be here. "Why didn’t you call sooner, you know I’d take care of you."

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Sunstreaker's engine growled when the door to their quarters opened, impatience and arousal choking his vents. He could see his twin approach, allowed him to approach, closer to space between their berths...

And then Sunstreaker was gone, the light of his optics as well as the sounds of his engine and frame. In the bond, he veiled himself, but just for a short moment. Enough to make a surprise out of it.

Because he didn't want Sideswipe to know what was going to happen next, not at any point today.

Besides, he had always been much more at home in the unforgiving, pitch black darkness their quarters were now drowned in. And they would stay dark for as long as he wanted them to.

So he disappeared, in that complete lack of light, for a brief moment. Just enough for Sideswipe to disorient himself, be set wonderfully off balance, because Sunstreaker was not where he had been just a second ago. He couldn't see any more than his twin could, but that didn't hinder him, he knew the best combination of sensors to be used. He wasn't lost, and quickly he had circled behind Sideswipe. Two arms wrapped around the red frame, one servo covering his mouth, a hot vent right next to his audial. "Quiet."

Sunstreaker's engine gave a rev after a whispering vocalizer had delivered the warning and order, and then he had thrown his brother against the red twin's berth. Not on it, he didn't want Sideswipe on it, just against it.

Sunstreaker didn't follow right away, lingering where he was, again giving minimal hints to his location of the moment. "Spread your legs, open your cover." Not like Sideswipe needed to know.

Oh but Sunstreaker was burning, the effort to keep his fans, vents and engine quiet physically painful. But didn't that only excite him further, and he freely allowed all of that agonizing need to cascade through their bond. Sideswipe deserved to feel it too.

Deserved to be as hot as he was.

But Sunstreaker wanted to hear no beg, no plea. Not yet.

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Hurricane

It had been a while since Sideswipe had seen or heard anything from his twin, and he wasn’t sure what to think about that, or whether it was a good or bad thing.

On the one servo, it meant that his brother wasn’t get into fights, trying to kill their allies, or getting himself thrown in the brig for any reason, nor had anyone done anything to frag him off. On the other servo, it possibly meant that Sunstreaker was biding his time or planning something big.

It wasn’t that he was normally concerned about such things. Sunstreaker wasn’t a trouble maker by any means, not like him. But there was a feeling through the bond that he couldn’t quite pinpoint, and he wasn’t sure if something big was coming, or if Sunstreaker just needed new art supplies.

Either way, Sideswipe didn’t want to get caught off guard for any reason, so he was reviewing the last week, trying to figure out if anything had changed. He couldn’t think of anything significant, and as he sat and sipped at his energon, thinking hard, a feeling began to prickle under his plating, slowly building. It was one thay he recognized well enough, though he wasn’t sure where it was coming from. Drinking energon wasn’t a particularly arousing activity for him, not by itself anyway.

He frowned and gave the bond with his twin a tiny little prod, curiosity slipping over. What was Sunstreaker up to, and where was he?

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Shrill amusement responded Sideswipe's curious prod, mingling with no little amount of satisfaction at the fact his twin had gotten curious. Then again, when Sunstreaker wanted him to get curious about something, he knew exactly what to do. None of it held any surprise, no matter how satisfying it was.

Another flash of heat and want crossed through the bond, this time unveiled and anything but subtle. There was also everything Sideswipe needed to know for the location. In their quarters.

Quarters that, at the moment, held no light bar the dim, darkened glow of Sunstreaker's optics. His fans were whirring, frame burning, interface array aching, but he was hardly out of control. And it was self-caused, all of it.

He was in control, and he planned to stay in control.

But that wasn't anything he let Sideswipe know. No, all Sideswipe had to know was that his twin wanted him, and all Sideswipe needed to be was wet and ready and equally hot.

He didn't need to know what exactly Sunstreaker was planning for him. He never needed to, really, it never mattered. Whether he knew or not, it would happen. If he knew he could've decided if he liked it or not. But that didn't matter either.

It was going to happen anyway, and generally things ran much smoother when no one put up any unnecessary fight.

And who said any of it would be unpleasant?

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Sunstreaker chuckled, allowing a smile to grace his lips. Sideswipe was pleasing as always, with his behavior and responses. He pulled him in for another kiss, savoring his words, his mouth, nipping at his lips.

Enjoying Sideswipe, because the mech was his tp enjoy. His twin, the one his spark pulsed for, the one with such benefits and privileges in life no one else could even dream of.

Because Sunstreaker only ever gave those to his brother.

He demanded, but that didn’t mean he never gave.

"Treasure indeed," the yellow twin murmured as he broke the kiss, stroking one of his brother’s horns in lazy motions. "I couldn’t have anyone better. Beautiful, smart, mine.” That was important.

Wrapping his arms around his twin, Sunstreaker rolled them to lay side by side on the berth, going quiet as he focused on listening to the quiet creak and groan of their ship. The gentle sway as it rocked where it was docked.

It would’ve been a perfect place to say ‘I love you’, but Sunstreaker didn’t say it. He would’ve not meant it. Couldn’t mean it. So instead he simply pulsed his possessive, objectifying affection over their bond, optics slowly dimming as he played with his twin’s horn and shoulder.

"I’m lucky," to have you.

…You’re lucky to have me.

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The kiss warmed his systems, not to a hot arousal, just to a pleasant warmth. Content, that was it. He let himself be moved to the side, snuggled into Sunstreaker and relaxed under the easy pleasure of having his horn petted. The praises were saved to a precious, heavily protected file in his processor, stored for him to remember in the coming days apart.

He didn’t say I love you either. He knew it wouldnt be enough anyway, and the knowledge that Sunstreaker wouldn’t repeat it back kept him from saying it more than rarely. He felt the spark pulses, the possessiveness, and relaxed into it. This, they both understood. He sent back his submission, respect, adoration, desire to please and obey. All things that would please Sunstreaker the way his praises pleased Sideswipe.

Theirs was a dangerous sort of love. One side possessive, one side devoted. It would end with tears and pain and death - but didn’t all things?

Sideswipe’s optics dimmed, recharge protocols initiating, processor sopothed by the rocking of the ship. He was home and loved, in his twin’s twisted way, and that was all that mattered as he sank into a blissful recharge. Tomorrow he would leave, sent away to safety. He would guard Sunstreaker’s scent in this room jealously until it was gone on its own. “Don’t die,” he murmured sleepily. “Or I’ll kick your aft in the Well.”

He was hesitant for a long moment, before he brushed the bond gently. ” I’m luckier,” he whispered. Lucky that he was Sunstreaker’s. That his twin hadn’t once rejected him. Lucky that Sunstreaker took good care of him and gifted him these rewards now and then. He tucked his helm in close and sighed. So very lucky.

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Sideswipe could sense the displeasure in his twin. He kept perfectly still, allowed him to think, to decide if he would grant the request or rip Sideswipe apart for even thinking of it. Sideswipe would accept either response, with the subdued obedience that Sunstreaker had long trained into him.

When Sunstreaker nodded, his cooling fans stuttered. He shivered under Sunstreaker’s light touches, bit back moans at their firm strength, the subtle claim. He felt the brush off their bond and opened his end for Sunstreaker to see all. He intended no deceit, no betrayal. Only craved a claiming of a different manner than normal.

His frame relaxed at Sunstreaker’s permission, and he listened to his warning. He shuddered when Sunstreaker gripped his jaw, melted into his whispered threat. “I’m yours, Captain,” he murmured. Sunstreaker’s twin, brother, property, toy. It had always been that way, and he was happy with it. “I would never allow another mech to steal any of your treasure. I spread my legs for no one but you. I wouldn’t dare allow another.” He smiled. “I wouldn’t dare to want another.”

A dangerous game indeed. But the most fun came from the worst danger.

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Sunstreaker chuckled, allowing a smile to grace his lips. Sideswipe was pleasing as always, with his behavior and responses. He pulled him in for another kiss, savoring his words, his mouth, nipping at his lips.

Enjoying Sideswipe, because the mech was his tp enjoy. His twin, the one his spark pulsed for, the one with such benefits and privileges in life no one else could even dream of.

Because Sunstreaker only ever gave those to his brother.

He demanded, but that didn't mean he never gave.

"Treasure indeed," the yellow twin murmured as he broke the kiss, stroking one of his brother's horns in lazy motions. "I couldn't have anyone better. Beautiful, smart, mine." That was important.

Wrapping his arms around his twin, Sunstreaker rolled them to lay side by side on the berth, going quiet as he focused on listening to the quiet creak and groan of their ship. The gentle sway as it rocked where it was docked.

It would've been a perfect place to say 'I love you', but Sunstreaker didn't say it. He would've not meant it. Couldn't mean it. So instead he simply pulsed his possessive, objectifying affection over their bond, optics slowly dimming as he played with his twin's horn and shoulder.

"I'm lucky," to have you.

...You're lucky to have me.

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Sideswipe crooned softly, grateful. He nuzzled Sunstreaker’s abdomen, then spoke. “When we’re together again, safe, let me go out alone. Let me seduce a big strong mech who won’t take no for an answer, who thinks he’s strong enough to take me. Let him try.” He danced his digits over Sunstreaker’s hips affectionately. “Catch him. Destroy him for trying to take what’s yours. I think… Yes. I’ll bring him back to the ship. Do it there. Let the whole crew watch you destroy him and then…” He smiled and pushed up to run his nasal ridge over Sunstreaker’s jawline. “Let them see what happens when I dare to stray?”

It was a simple game, and they would both know that it was a lie.

But for Sideswipe, it was as close to real as he could safely get. He’d thought, sometimes, about seeking out other lovers, sometimes ones who were gentler, sometimes ones who were bigger or stronger than Sunstreaker. He wasn’t sure any mech like that existed. He didn’t know why he thought of it, why the craving crossed his mind now and then. Sunstreaker could never be less than perfect for him, but there were times he wanted something… Different.

Those were the days he avoided Jazz or treated him harshly, not wanting to endanger the mech for a simple fantasy. Those were the days he was most afraid of his twin.

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Oh how he wanted to say no to that.

But he had half agreed to it already, hadn't he? If by simply listening. Why did he ever listen

It was his twin, of course he listened. His other half.

He rumbled quietly to Sideswipe's gentle touches, making his dislike toward this idea known with the pulse of his spark. He wasn't comfortable with it. He didn't want it.

It was Sideswipe though.

He was going to allow it.

So the Captain nodded, slowly, running his servos from the red mech's shoulders, down his sides, to his hips, touching all that was his with firm strokes. Intense yellow optics studied Sideswipe's face in the dim lught of the cabin, spark brushing to find any trace of deceit in his brother.

He was playing a very dangerous game, his twin. "As you wish," Sunstreaker said, his servo moving up along Sideswipe's spinal strut and to his neck, softly rubbing at the cables there. He did like the idea of getting to show everyone just what happened when you tried to taken something of his. What happened when Sideswipe steppes out of line.

"But if he takes you..." Sunstreaker's optics didn't blink or waver from their stare at his twin's gaze, his digis slowly slipping around Sideswipe's helm. "...If you make that underestimation..." Or betray me, it didn't matter which one, not to him. Sideswipe would be spoiled in any case. Good for nothing.

He caught his brother's jaw in his grasp, tight, but kindly so, gently running his thumb over the red twin's lips.

All his.

And what would he do if that would change?

Sunstreaker's voice dropped into a quiet whisper, his expression unchanging as he delivered his threat, "I will destroy you."

A dangerous game. But if Sideswipe wanted to toy with his life, who was Sunstreaker to say no?

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"Mhm."

Sideswipe stretched himself lazily over Sunstreaker’s chassis, pressing little kisses along the metal there, knowing Sunstreaker would only barely be able to feel them. He dragged his digits down Sunstreaker’s sides, teasing at the seams. 

"I’m getting bored. I can’t play with the crew because you might take it wrong and kill them. And I can’t always play with you because you’re too busy or not in the mood or you want to play your games.” He dug claws in hard at that. “I want to play one of my games next.”

He looked up from Sunstreaker’s abdominal plating, optics dark with a danger that only came out to play sometimes. He was waiting, to see if Sunstreaker would protest, shut him down, refuse to let him have his games.

It happened, sometimes.

Sideswipe resented his twin whenever he did veto his games, but he was obedient - for the most part - and never pushed harder than was safe.

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Sunstreaker rumbled quietly, curious, observant yellow optics following his twin's actions. A throaty, rough purr could be heard, just so, when the red mech's digits ran down his sides. And Sunstreaker couldn't resist some touching himself, digits playing on Sideswipe’s shoulder and slowly traveling lower along his back.

His brother did have a lovely frame, and Sunstreaker could always appreciate aesthetics.

A hiss and a grunt broke from the yellow captain at the sudden stab of claws, but he didn't complain. His expression, that mild curiosity, didn't change when Sideswipe looked up. Seeing if he would get the permission, as usual. After all, if Sunstreaker didn't give it, and you didn't wait to see if he'd give it, bad things easily happened.

But this time...

Go ahead.

Sunstreaker did want to know what exactly his twin had in mind. Of course, it was also something of a point of no return, if only for his stubborness of going through with what he started. Even if he wasn't going to like it.

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Sideswipe gave another little hum and nodded. “I can do that.”  He was pretty sure he could do that. And he would never truly go through with interfacing another mech without Sunstreaker’s go ahead. That was completely out of line.

Although….

Sideswipe shifted, tightening his hold on Sunstreaker before pushing hard, rolling them over. “Hey. We should play a game when we’re together again.”

They hadn’t played games in a long time, too busy with the theft and the murder and Sunstreaker’s favorite, fragging and scrapping buymechs (and femmes). Sideswipe pranked the crew now and then, but some of the rougher crewmechs didn’t take well to it, and the ones who helped out were under constant scrutiny by Sunstreaker, who was convinced they all - especially Jazz - had a thing for Sideswipe.

It had been too long since they had a chance to have Sideswipe’s version of fun.

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Sunstreaker's engine started and he grunted when they were rolled over, ending with him at the bottom. He cocked an optical ridge up at Sideswipe, quietly asking what his machination for this was. "A game?" he repeated somewhat cautiously. There was never any certainty he was going to like Sideswipe's idea of fun and games.

That was why they usually stuck to Sunstreaker's amusements.

And it wasn't like Sideswipe couldn't amuse himself by terrorizing the crew, even if that was in different manner than how Sunstreaker did it. As long as Sideswipe didn't cripple the whole ship, Sunstreaker didn't care too much what was going on.

Except when Sideswipe wasn't doing his devilish deeds by himself.

But Sunstreaker could keep those other offenders in line and under scrutiny.

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I see those two are back again…

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Missed us, slugsucker?

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Sideswipe hummed, tracing his digits lazily up Sunstreaker’s arm. “Sometimes I ‘forget’, you know. Sometimes I enjoy making you jealous, making you angry, making you put me in my place.”  He chuckled and hooked his digits into Sunstreaker’s collar strut, tugging him down and wrapping his free arm around his waist.

"You’re always number one for me, Streaker. But I’m glad of your possessiveness."

And really he was glad for it. It was a twisted, mangled thing, but it made him feel wanted in a way no other mech could give. It’s what kept him coming back, even when he didn’t think he could stand anymore of Sunstreaker’s rage.

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His engine rumbled softly at the simple touch of Sideswipe's tracing digits. But he enjoyed that simple touch. It was nothing big, nothing fancy, but not everything needed to be. And he happily allowed himself to be tugged down and held in place by his twin's arm. "Just don't be going too far with it or I might do something a little more... Permanent." There was dark promise in his voice as be purred that. Sunstreaker had no limits to how far he was ready to go, how far he could be pushed.

Deactivation?

It was a very real option for him if he wanted to teach a lesson to someone. Even if that someone was his own brother whose death would mean his own end as well.

A little less drastic included utter removal of Sideswipe's interfacing capabilities. Of course that would mean Sunstreaker wouldn't be able to interface with him either, but that was a price the golden captain was willing to pay.

Sideswipe was his.

There was nothing beautiful, sweet or romantic in it. Everything it was made of was dark, twisted, wrong. But not to them. Not to him. Between them, everything was right, and the world could whine and moan all it wanted, Sunstreaker wasn't about to start caring.

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Sideswipe’s optics dimmed as he relaxed for the first time since Sunstreaker crashed himself. He nuzzled his brother once more, starting to cycle down. “I missed you. I’m sorry I hurt you so badly.” He sighed happily and started to doze.

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What, recharging now? A sigh came from Sunstreaker, but nevertheless he gave his twin a pat. Why not, hm? There was no certainty he was going to recharge any himself, but sometimes it was nice to just relax, wasn't it? No rush with anything, no demands. "Whatever," he mumbled to his other half's apology before the mech drifted off completely.

And then it was just him and his thoughts, and the warm, cozy and comfy frame of his brother's.

It could be worse.

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Sideswipe let his panel snap closed and snuggled happily into Sunstreaker’s arms. “I cherish the soreness. No other mech will touch me as long as I still ache from you.”

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"No other mech will ever touch you," Sunstreaker snarled, his smile baring denta that glinted in the dim light. It wasn't a nice smile, it wasn't a friendly smile, but it didn't need to be, did it?

His words, those were as much a reminder as they were a warning. He wasn't going to share his twin with anyone, and everyone would be very wise to keep that in mind. No one would be safe from his wrath, after all.

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*dustes self down* Where were we?