Sharpscan tapped his fingers boredly against the table, staring at his cube with dim optics. Spy missions… he officially hated them.

The Decepticons were doing pit knows what so Prime decided to have Jazz set up a small group to go in and see what they were up to. Bumblebee, Mirage, and Livewire were selected to go and Sharpscan had offered himself gladly as their frontline backup but Jazz saw right through him and picked Sideswipe instead.

So now, only a few days into the mission, the blue lamborghini was bored out of his processors. When he had gotten up that morning, after his patrol with Tracks, he played some human game called ‘football’ with Hound and Trailbreaker and their team versus the Dinobots. He had been Sideswipe’s brief replacement since Sideswipe was gone and had done a fairly decent job at the sport until he was tackled by Slag. Mud in plates he’d rather not mention, he bid the other bots goodbye by noon and spent a good deal of the afternoon washing himself completely clean of the mud.

Now, nearing the twilight, he mused over watching a video or just lazing around on his berth until he fell into recharge. Before he could decide however, a shadow loomed over him and he looked up to stare at the icy blue optics decorated by a finned helm. He didn’t know how to exactly react to him, their last personal meeting not a very good one…

He offered a short wave, “Hey Sunstreak-” he yelped when his wrist was grabbed and he found himself being dragged out into the hall. Optics of the others in the rec room focused on them before quickly going back to their business, not wanting to get involved. Sharpscan was able to regain his balance once they cleared the rec room doors, jerking his arm free from its yellow prison.

He narrowed his optics at the golden lamborghini. “Is there a problem between us? Cuz I don’t mind a fist fight with an audience.”

Sunstreaker growled from somewhere deep inside his chest and pressed the mech hard against the wall. Sharpscan was prepared to defend himself but wasn’t prepared for the glossa twisting kiss he received. A rough hand grabbed his audial and he mewled, arching against a matching chest. The blue mech groaned and shivered when he was released and found himself staring into icy blue optics.

“Sideswipe and Jazz got… close. It’s annoying me.”

Sharpscan was confused but before he could really think about it, he was being dragged down the hall again. He was too focused on not faceplanting the floor to really think about the statement until they reached Sunstreaker’s quarters and it finally clicked. They were twins and probably felt everything that the other was feeling to some extent. So that means that Sunstreaker…oh.

Sharpscan was impatiently tugged inside and it was then, as he was closer to the mech, he noticed how warm he was. Sunstreaker must’ve been trying to relieve the problem himself and wasn’t getting any luck with it. He mentally groaned as he was pushed onto the familiar shiny berth- why was he always chosen? Why not…well, he couldn’t think of anyone Sunstreaker would accept.

He was distracted from his thoughts when his legs were spread by another set of beautifully polished legs, those shining beacons settling themselves in between his normally polished thighs. Crystal blue optics looked up at icy blues and Sunstreaker growled.

“Stop looking so fragging innocent. I would’ve grabbed Bluestreak if I wanted that.”

Sharpscan couldn’t help but smirk- he wanted a fight, did he? “Well I’m sorry but it does feel a bit like rape.” He hadn’t exactly agreed to any of this.

Snarling, Sunstreaker did the only thing he could think of that would throw Sideswipe into a fritzing rage- he grabbed both helm horns and pulled, hard. Sharpscan let out a loud shriek of pain as warnings lit up his vision, optics brightening as his body prepped itself to defend. As if it knew it was in a weak position, his body tensed and he couldn’t stop the programming from coming to the surface. His vision bled to a deep violet as a part of him took over- a sudden urge of blood thirst filled him and that was all he knew before darkness.

Sunstreaker watched in morbid fascination as the mech’s optics flared and turned a different color. “The frag-?” he managed to get out before a fist went soaring for his face. He dodged it easily, chuckling, though grunted when Sharpscan bodily threw himself at the other, the two landing hard on the floor beside the berth. This would be interesting, Sunstreaker mused, knowing he was the better fighter, but he growled when he felt his back get scraped, paint flicking off. Clenching his own fist tight, he let it rip and grinned in satisfaction when it connected hard with the other’s cheek guard.

“You’ll have to do better than that.” Sunstreaker taunted, gripping the mech’s window seams and thumbing them.

Sharpscan hissed in pleasure, clawing at the other’s arms before they were grabbed by an angry Sunstreaker, not satisfied that his paint was being mutilated. He punched the mech in the stomach plating before his hands went to thick neck cables, Sharpscan making a strangled noise as he was being choked. Sunstreaker flipped them before letting go of the mech’s throat, Sharpscan gasping for a nano before managing a hit to Sunstreaker’s jaw, aiming his other fist for the golden chest, aiming to break windows. Sunstreaker grabbed it and twisted it, Sharpscan screaming in pain as he wrenched it back and kicked the mech instead, Sunstreaker grunting when his hood was dented in and windows cracked a bit.

Rolling off of the mech and into a standing position, Sunstreaker grabbed Sharpscan and pulled him to his feet by his audials, the blue mech growling at him and digging his fingers into the golden mech’s wrist seam before the twin threw him back onto the berth, Sharpscan’s helm cracking against the wall when he was thrown too hard. Groaning, Sharpscan rolled onto his back, helm throbbing and his hand reached up to dap at his mouth when he felt energon dribble down.

Sunstreaker watched him for a moment before smirking and crawling on top the mech, straddling him before leaning down to lick away the energon. Sharpscan shivered and he glared at the mech when their lips were pressed together, glossa invading his mouth and he didn’t waste any time and bit down hard on it, Sunstreaker releasing a startled noise but knew better than to pull back, waiting for the blue mech to release it. Sharpscan’s engine growled deep in his chest as he felt energon bubble into their mouths, chewing on the glossa for a moment before releasing it, the yellow mech pulling back with a deep frown, moving his jaw to test if his glossa was still in one piece.

Sharpscan took the moment to jerk up and clamp his mouth against a headfin, biting it so hard the filters dented in against themselves and the black lining twisted in another direction. Sunstreaker howled in pain and grabbed the mech, reciprocating with a hard bite to his audial, causing the mech to squeal and loosen his grip some. The twin chewed on the audial roughly as payback until Sharpscan released the helm decoration, shoving against the other lamborghini. Warnings popped up in both mech’s visions about cranium damage but they both ignored it with a frown.

Sunstreaker grinned and stroked the mech’s chest, the other groaning softly with a shiver, purple optics focusing on the other’s faceplates.

“Hmm, I never knew your optics could change color like that.” Sunstreaker mused, watching the ever passive mech snarl at him.

“Won’t know what hit you when I rip your optics out, you filthy slut.” Sharpscan retorted, optics narrowing, licking his lips when more energon managed to flow down his chin again.

In a good mood, Sunstreaker playfully chided the mech, “Such language. Don’t tell me you spoke to your creator that way.” The mech trailed a finger across Sharpscan’s jaw and had to retreat them extra fast when the blue mech snapped at them.

“If I ever saw my creators again…” Sharpscan frowned; optics going back to their normal size as he apparently got a memory file unwittingly pulled up as his optics looked away and focused on something else.

Sunstreaker didn’t care about the other’s past, leaning forward to press a kiss against the other’s neck cables. “Poor mech, do you miss your femme creator? You need your hand held?” He chuckled but grunted when a fist collided with his side, effectively breaking out a window with a loud shatter. He growled lowly but held back the noise of pain as it rippled through his body.

Another punch was aimed at him but Sunstreaker caught it, shaking his head as the other mech growled and whined, his already broken wrist echoing pain. He tried a kick but it jerked around uselessly, unable to make contact with the golden mech. Sunstreaker watched as the mech finally laid back against the berth, panting, defeated. An air of victory thrilled through Sunstreaker and he grinned widely, gently pressing the mech’s arms above his helm, out of the way as he leaned down and brushed their lips together.

“Such a good mech.” He purred, reaching between to stroke the blue mech’s panel, Sharpscan hissing in something between pleasure and annoying pain. The panel clicked open for the better warrior and he didn’t waste any time to claim his reward.

~

“And then they left us there after thinking we were goners.” Sharpscan explained.

Ratchet stared dully at the two beaten and abused mechs sitting on the medical berth before him. “So let me get this straight.” He looked from one lamborghini to the other, “Decepticons did this?”

Sharpscan glanced at Sunstreaker who looked to Ratchet… and nodded, “Decepticons.” The golden mech affirmed.

The white medic glared, “Why don’t I believe that…” he grumbled, looking at the multiple bite marks on both mechs.

Sharpscan grinned sheepishly, crystal blue eyes sparkling. Looks like the brig’s going to get real familiar until Livewire and the others get back.