Sunstorm Bluestreak 5
This is an alternate universe of lily-vendrem and xobit-prime's Greek-verse, co-written with Xobit. However, it IS NOT in the actual Greek-verse, or at least it's not in that continuity. It is also STICKY.
Acid Storm, it seemed, had news too, and so on this, the third orn after discovering the pit, Sunstorm was bringing his resonant to meet his family. His mood was not at all helped by the wholly unwanted lesson on celibacy Sunstorm had been enduring. "I'll try to keep them off of you, but... there is only so much I can do, Bluestreak!" he warned, opening the door.
Shivering at the words, Bluestreak tried to steel himself. Sunstorm had been warning him about this for the past orn or so. He knew why, of course, but it was grating on his nerves and he really didn’t have a lot of nerves left! “I know, I know! Keep close to you.” Muttering lowly, the Helixian tried to get a proper expression to stick on his faceplates. It was hard though, this was a farce! There was nothing happy about it, or anticipatory, or, well, anything positive to say about this. It was pure strain, and now he had to meet the Creators… and they were going to want to touch him, possibly a lot.
“Sun’? Acid’?” Goldwing heard the door chime and almost raced around the corner. He couldn’t believe that two of his little sparklings had found mates almost at the same time! It was something to celebrate, that was for sure. And he hadn’t seen Sunstorm for almost a groon. He was really curious as to the kind of mech his little Priest had found… “Oh, Sunstorm! I should have known you would be here first, it’s such a long time since I saw you last!” Hugging his creation to him, Goldwing ignored the rest of the world for a few precious seconds.
Sunstorm almost melted into the embrace, unstrained and so familiar... He needed this so badly right now! "Mm... I know...! But the temple's been so busy with all the recent happenings!" Heat was always a busy time, and the Winglord's bonding, and then the prayers about the negotiations... yes, busy! "Can we go in, I want to see everyone! Um... It's just Creator and Hail' right now?"
"Yes, but Acid' should be here soon. Or we can all wait here until Hail' decides to get over here..." Nighthowl drawled, waiting for Goldwing to let Sunstorm go before going for his own hug. He spent the moments that took looking at the mech his creation had bought home. Foreign... well, he would be very interested in hearing about that, but it could wait! He had missed Sunstorm just as much as Goldwing had, after all!
The first Seeker had almost knocked Sunstorm down, but the priest didn’t seem to mind it. Bluestreak watched the proceedings with wide optics. He squeaked and backed into the closed door when the new golden and blue Seeker turned his attention to him, golden optics shining with curiosity. Panic rose when the mech took a step towards him hands held out in what could be nothing but a prelude to a hug.
“Sunstorm!”
Goldwing stopped, froze, at the panic on the small mech’s faceplates. Only for a second though, the poor thing! He must be completely overwhelmed by everything. “There, there, little one, we’re not going to bite you.” Pulling the trembling chassis into a gentle embrace, he was surprised when it only earned him another panicked sound and small hands pushing at his upper abdominal plates.
Unhappily slipping from his Creator's hold, Sunstorm pulled Goldwing off Bluestreak. "Don't, don't! Blue... he's not big on touch, you're scaring him!" Dang, he had hoped to have a little more time before going into that... "Inside, inside please... Blue'? It's okay... you're okay...!" Putting himself between his Creators and his resonant, Sunstorm shook with the effort not to comfort Bluestreak physically. "Come on... it will be better with everyone sitting down, no?"
Abruptly finding his arms empty again, Nighthowl pouted. And just what did Sunstorm mean, not big on touch...? "Come on, Gold', Sun's got a point! You can ask your questions inside, and maybe even wait until Acid' is here?" No need to make Sunstorm repeat everything! Grabbing a gold and blue wing, Nighthowl pulled his mate into the main room.
This was not a good idea! So not a good idea… but he really didn’t have a choice, did he? Unable to keep his door wings up, Bluestreak nodded desolately. How in the Pit was he supposed to fit into this family when he almost stasis locked from a simple hug?
“What did I do wrong?” Goldwing was rather shocked; he had never tried to have his touch rejected. Most certainly not something as simple as a hug, and the little mech looked about to keel over. He worriedly rubbed his hands together as he followed his mate’s pull, looking over his shoulder at his Creation and the young resonant.
"He... doesn't like touch... It's okay, I should have told you when I called!" Sunstorm answered, leading Bluestreak in and claiming a couch, leaving an end free for Bluestreak if the Helixian wanted it. "It's... I'll explain when everyone's here, please? How, um... How is everything else going? You're all well...?"
It was... beyond wrong to see Sunstorm being so distant with... with any mech, let alone... Nighthowl sat down with Goldwing, soothing him. "Ah... yes. Hail' is thrilled at the chance for new opportunities. And your Carrier and I have been adjusting to a house that seems to be emptying... I guess that will change soon enough!"
Huddling against the couch armrest, as far from Sunstorm and everyone else as he could, Bluestreak refused to lift his head. This was beyond embarrassing! He just had no words to classify it, oh thank all the gods that Prowl and Smokescreen wasn’t here… At least they seemed pretty okay with leaving him alone to regain what cool he could. The lack of a proper back rest made the armrest even more desirable, Seeker furniture would be the offlining of him!
Gently smacking Nighthowl’s shoulder, Goldwing grinned, just a tiny bit forced. He was not at all sure what to do with the unhappy looking little mech and ignoring him just didn’t seem right! “You are a little fast there, Night’, they have yet to bond, much less provide grandsparklings!” Though it would be so nice to have littles running around again, maybe even a cute little grounder… that wouldn’t be something to object to.
“Hey, Sun’!” Haphazardly depositing a tray of candy and tiny sip sized cubes on a nearby table, Hailstorm grabbed his brother by his top wing edges. “Long time no see! Have you been busy during the heat?” The knowing, lazy grin on his faceplates couldn’t hide the fact that the middle brother was thrilled to see the golden Seeker again.
Sparklings... not a good topic! Thoughts shifted into a squeak as Hailstorm grabbed him, and Sunstorm reached up, pulling his brother down for a quick nuzzle. "Of course I was! Zephyrus... We all were! You know that perfectly well, slagger!" Not that the heat was really a better conversational topic... And three orns with only his hand, he was going crazy!
"Well, who said I was talking about them..." Nighthowl defended weakly, rubbing his shoulder melodramatically. "We have another creation who's bonding soon..." Who should be here soon, actually... Twisting to look at the door, Nighthowl almost missed the oddly discomforted look on Sunstorm's face.
The familiar touching here didn’t really upset Bluestreak, aside from the fact that they did it in front of a virtual stranger that was, and he relaxed a little. If only they weren’t all so large and touchy-feely! And they probably all expected him to be thrilled at having their Creation/brother for a resonant. Perfect…
“Stop teasing your brother, Hailstorm, and bring the tray over here.” Goldwing’s smile belied the stern orders. Mostly he was trying to get his middle creation away from the little grounder so as not to have a repeat of his own mistake.
“Aww! Carrier, I have missed him… and I need to be presented probably for the little resonant, don’t I, Brother?” Hailstorm turned, grin faltering when he saw the strangely tense pose of the small mech. Something was not right here.
Sunstorm actually did hide his face in his hands at that. Only for a moment, he recovered fast enough to snag a few candies off the tray. "I swear I have manners, really! This is Bluestreak, he's Helixian and they are not big on having strangers touch them... Um, Blue', I've mentioned Hailstorm, and Goldwing is my Carrier, and Nighthowl's my Creator, and Acid Storm is not here." Yes, the last fact made the golden Seeker pout a little.
Nighthowl nodded as he was introduced, mimicking Sunstorm by picking a treat off the tray. "Yes, we did try to give you some manners..."
Swallowing nervously Bluestreak finally managed to lift his head and look at something other then his hands. “H… Hello.” He sounded like a halfprocessorless… something! And rude as all Pit, because he didn’t sound the least bit like he wanted to be here or meet Sunstorm’s family unit. Well, he didn’t really, but that didn’t mean he had to sound like someone judged to offlinning. “I’m… pleased to meet you all?” ‘Oh yes, brilliant save there.’ His inner sarcastic voice made his door wings drop even further.
“Ah..?” Goldwing cast a narrow opticked glance at his youngest creation before shifting forward a little. “We are very pleased to meet you, Bluestreak, I am very sorry if I scared you out there.”
Oh sure, the little thing sounded like he would have rather walked though acid rain for a full cycle. Hailstorm picked the tray back up and placed in on the main table before dumping himself in a chair. “Very pleased to meet you! I am very envious, you know? Sunstorm and Acid Storm finding both their mates? I wish I was so lucky…”
That made Sunstorm hunch just a little, because while it wasn't, quite, wrong enough to let themselves deactivate, it wasn't right like Hailstorm thought... "I'm just glad mine's so sweet and cute," he managed, because Bluestreak was, and Sunstorm was sure that his family would realize eventually, and he was very happy that the door chime chose then to ping.
"I'll get it!" Nighthowl said, standing. He wasn't surprised to see Acid Storm and his Intended, and somewhere in between greeting hugs and ushering them inside, he remembered to warn them about touching the uncomfortable grounder.
“Ah… no, no it’s fine really; I’m just not used to… touching… people.” Bluestreak flickered his optics and wished he could go someplace to hide, preferably for a few vorns. Luckily, or not, the embarrassingly strained situation was broken up when two more Seekers joined them.
Goldwing didn’t believe that for a breem, but he let it be, standing to greet his eldest and Windsheer enthusiastically. He had always liked the secretary, and Nighthowl had been very pleased with him… in more than one way.
Hailstorm kept to his seat, letting his older brother jump him, observing the grounder’s nervous behavior for as long as he could. “Hey, brother, nice little catch there… a very pretty pair of wings.”
It wasn’t in the least awkward to greet his employer, and former lover, Windsheer was however glad that he had met them prior to this. It could have been very strange… “Hello, you must be Su… oh? Oh my, it’s you!”
Looking up with a mostly-happy smile, Sunstorm trailed off into a flutter of surprise. "You? Wow, I've really been out of the loop..." He didn't remember either of his Creators hiring the mech, or talking about it... "I told you speaking to him was a good start!" He didn't add that the only reason he actually remembered the mech was because of Bluestreak's later reaction... "I am Sunstorm, yes... I never caught your name?"
"He's one of the best secretaries I've ever had," Nighthowl answered, pulling Windsheer into another hug, since Acid Storm was still greeting Hailstorm.
"His name's Windsheer. Now how do you know him?" Acid Storm said, grabbing his own small cube of energon before leaving Hailstorm in favor of Sunstorm. "And who's the cute grounder, Sun'? Or have I missed introductions...?"
Bluestreak fairly cringed, also recognizing the new Seeker, well one of them anyway. He hadn’t exactly had the friendliest thoughts about the mech. And everyone was touching again! ‘Please, please, Vector Sigma, don’t let them try and touch me again!’ It did not help that Acid Storm suddenly turned his interest on to him, either!
Goldwing laughed at his mate before ushering both Seekers to the table. He wasn’t blind after all; Bluestreak was very much not comfortable with all of them bouncing around. Why he was so shy he couldn’t fathom, the mech was small, almost delicate to look at, but not helpless or ugly. He had to have had suitors in droves! Sunstorm was a lucky mech.
Still not bothering to get up, Hailstorm waved at Windsheer and fluttered his wings in a less then chaste manner. Sure the Seeker was Acid Storm’s mate, didn’t mean his older brother wouldn’t share… speaking of sharing? How would a grounder be to berth, especially such a relatively small one? Slightly darkened gold optics turned back to Bluestreak.
“He was the priest I spoke to… I mean, before I spoke to you? I encountered him by pure luck, he was outside the council chamber that is used for the trade negotiations… with that mech.” Windsheer gestured at Bluestreak. “He was kind enough to give me half a breem and some good advice.”
"If I had known he was talking about you, Acid', I would have told him to show up with that sticky energon all over him..." Sunstorm added, nuzzling his brother before pushing him off towards his mate and trying not to feel... jealous. He got someone who understood... "You did miss introduction, but I can do them again. This is Bluestreak. Blue, this is my brother Acid Storm, and you seem to remember... Ah, Windsheer, yes?" Looking around a little, Sunstorm caught Hailstorm's look and spread his wings, hiding Bluestreak from his blue brother. Hailstorm didn't mean anything, but...
More or less draping himself over his future mate, Acid Storm looked at Sunstorm oddly, but didn't address his unusual show. "Well, I'm glad for the advise he did give you, Wind'... and you can try the energon later!"
He felt lost, completely and utterly lost. Bluestreak was painfully aware that he didn’t fit in to this family. He just didn’t know how to, or plainly couldn’t, act like they did. It didn’t help that he remembered clearly how ‘Windsheer’ had been crawling all over Sunstorm… it made him almost sick to his tanks.
“It’s a small citystate…” Fluttering his wings with some amusement, Goldwing settled back in his chair. “Now that introductions are over, Sunstorm?” He really wanted to know what was up with his youngest Creation!
Huh? Sunstorm was usually the first to share a lover, long or short term. There was a reason Hailstorm’s younger brother had chosen to become priest, after all! It couldn’t be because of the resonance either, it didn’t change a mech in that way… which meant it had something to do with the little grounder.
Windsheer did flush a little at the idea of presenting himself like an oversized goody, but was quick to welcome his mate-to-be back in his arms. Goldwing’s sudden topic change caught his attention though, making him droop his wings a little with confusion.
Yes, what was going on... This behavior was not at all typical of their youngest, no matter how he played at typical behaviors like teasing Acid Storm. Bluestreak was just barely visible behind golden wings, but Nighthowl was, understandably, more concerned about his creation.
He sighed a little, reaching for Bluestreak and stopping before he reached the frightened little mech. It had become familiar, the presence of even one mech meant no contact... Sunstorm bit back a whimper and dropped his wings, looking at his family. "Well... actually, Windsheer, I was there because I was waiting for Blue's brothers. They're... the Helixians, you know? Prowl's involved in the negotiating... I've kind of been staying with them. Their culture is so different, Blue's been having... a lot of trouble adjusting. So have I... There's a lot you'll have to learn before trying to trade there, Hail! No touching in public, no talking about facing...!" Sunstorm stopped himself, not wanting to embarrass Bluestreak by mentioning... well, much of anything...
Acid Storm was busy nuzzling and stroking Windsheer, trying to soothe his confusion and otherwise enjoy his presence. He almost missed the first part of Sunstorm's explanation... "They don't touch?" Well, no wonder Sunstorm was behaving so... awkwardly. "Well, but that's... why?"
Shivering, Bluestreak hid his heat flushed faceplates in his hands, only barely keeping back a whimper. This was… bad. This was the Pit!
It didn’t take a genius to make the connections, and Goldwing was at the couch pulling his youngest into his lap almost at once. “Oh… this must be hard on you both!” He couldn’t offer comfort to Bluestreak, not without encroaching again. Oh frag! Had it been either Acid Storm or Hailstorm it wouldn’t be a problem, but Sunstorm? Zephyrus have mercy!
“Oh?” Hailstorm’s wings drooped as he realized why Sunstorm had tried to hide his Intended away. Then he realized that the mech, he hadn’t been able to see his optics, was a Helixian. Then he realized just what his brother had said… “Good gods! No touching at all? How do they… how can you not talk about… what?”
Tilting his head, Windsheer flickered his optics before he too hid his face plates in his hands. Oh, Zephyrus no! What a way to get to know a new family member, Bluestreak had to have been mortified at his actions!
It might embarrass Bluestreak, but... Sunstorm couldn't refuse the contact, the comfort... And it was his Carrier, not a stranger, that had to count for something, and... He was already mewling and pressing into Goldwing. "It... is hard. I... we're managing?" He looked at Bluestreak, they were managing, weren't they? "Well... I mean, that's all... in public...?"
Nighthowl crouched against Goldwing, likewise just providing touch. "I see what you mean by different... Um, Bluestreak? Is this bothering you?" It certainly looked like it did, the grounder was almost trying to curl into a ball!
"Shh... Wind', it's okay..." Windsheer was very clearly mortified, which was just... very odd to see! He had only been doing what anyone would do, and Acid Storm knew how approachable his brother was... Sunstorm was a priest for a reason!
“It’s okay! It’s just…” No, it wasn’t okay, and he couldn’t deal with it, but this was Vos, this was a Seeker family. This was where he would live and he had to adjust. Huffing weakly he sat up and finally lifted his head to look at the Seekers surrounding him. Of course the first thing that happened was that he flushed even hotter… “I… will a-adjust…”
“Adjust? Poor you…” Goldwing’s wings twitched and he nearly reached out to the smaller mech. If he could barely keep from trying to physically comfort the grounder, Sunstorm had to be in agony!
“I have read of the monks… I didn’t know the same things applied to the public! Well, sort of applies…” Hailstorm was tempted to ask how they even managed to have Sparklings but, well. Bluestreak already looked about to stasis lock form overheating.
“I can’t believe you let me do that, Sunstorm! You could have told me you were busy, I mean you were outside the council chambers.” Windstorm gently battered Acid Storm’s hands away and looked to the small grounder. “Bluestreak? I am really, really sorry! I didn’t know…”
He grabbed Goldwing's hand, to stop him, though Sunstorm did realize that his Carrier hadn't really moved. With all the chatter going on, it was his name that Sunstorm reacted to, and no, his problems weren't supposed to affect his family like this... "You needed help! I was waiting, I didn't realize how much of a problem it was..." And it had made both Acid Storm and Windsheer happy, so at least something good had come of it.
Nighthowl's spark twisted a little, mostly because he could see how miserable Sunstorm and Bluestreak were. But he also knew they were all ignoring Acid Storm and Windsheer, and that wasn't fair to anyone! What were they supposed to do... "Well, that's good... I'm glad to hear that, Bluestreak?"
"Good thing you learned now, Hail'..." Acid Storm said quietly, watching his Creators and brother. Bluestreak really was a cute thing... "Wait, you said he had brothers? How are they handling... everything?" Vos itself, apparently, and their brother resonating with a priest... There couldn't be much larger of a change from what Sunstorm said Helix culture had!
“No, i-it’s fine, Sunstorm explained…” That he hadn’t liked the explanation was something else. Bluestreak tried to get a hold of himself, twisting his hands together in his lap. This was supposed to be a happy occasion and he was ruining it! “I’m really sorry about this…”
“It’s fine, Bluestreak, not all resonant are happy… not at least in the beginning.” Some never were, but Goldwing really didn’t want to think about that. He badly wanted his Creations to be happy! Watching Sunstorm suffer under a partial bond would be… no, he didn’t want to think about it!
Hailstorm cringed a little, he hadn’t really been very diplomatic there had he? It was just so wrong! If any of them should have been straddled with someone like Bluestreak it should have been him, oh yes, there was a little bit of jealousy in that thought. Mostly though, the mottled blue Seeker was genuinely sincere in that he was both the most patient and the one that more easily adapted to new things.
It wasn’t fine, Windsheer was sure about that, but there really wasn’t anything else he could do.
"Blue', no, don't be, it's not your fault, slaggit all..." Sunstorm's words didn't have much heat to them, and he probably should be worried that Goldwing had caught on, but why would that bother him, and... "It's not you that's forcing this," and Sunstorm didn't really want to talk about this in 'public' and that was ridiculous, and the contact just felt so nice...
Nighthowl was... very much unsure what to do, and found himself moving backwards, ending up petting Hailstorm a little and trying not to think about how badly things could go.
Acid Storm nuzzled Windsheer, trying to provide some comfort again and... well, it was bizarre, but he felt very much like they were... intruding some how. All of them. Like... like overhearing a confession not meant for them.
“It’s just… I’m not… my family is very traditional, our um… leader? Overdrive is very old and very, very armor bound. We’ve been brought up to f-follow the rules and be decorous.” Bluestreak barreled on even though he knew he didn’t have to, or really knew where he was going with it. “It’s true though, Helixians don’t touch in public, and they don’t really touch when among family either, unless it’s a mated pair and possibly their Gritors… I’m… w-what happens every time I g-go out… in Vos… it’s just… n-not what I’m used to!”
“In other words, Helix and Vos are direct opposites, Bluestreak, and you don’t know what to do with that fact.” Goldwing spoke gently, hugging Sunstorm to him, both because he could and because he couldn’t do the same to the frightened little grounder.
“No, Carrier, in other words we are all uncouth barbarians from Bluestreak’s point of view… uncouth and constantly horny barbarians. I have no idea how this Prowl manages his job so well…” Hailstorm wasn’t in the least sarcastic, he was impressed. Both with Prowl, the rest of the Helixian delegation, and with Bluestreak. They had to feel like they were living in the world’s biggest brothel.
Hand flying to his mouth, Windsheer just barely managed to strangle a giggle. Hailstorm’s assessment wasn’t entirely wrong… when he thought about the reason why Acid Storm and he had been delayed.
Gritors... oh, slag, that just reminded Sunstorm of what Prowl had told him that first day, and then what happened after... Sunstorm whimpered, he didn't mean too, and he barely kept from commenting. Four orns was so long... "That is... exactly it, Hail'..." Sunstorm said shakily, and he couldn't keep from comm'ing the fact that Bluestreak had called him a whore to his middle brother.
"...Gritors...? No, nevermind... Oh, gods, has Sunstorm told you our business?" That would probably only add to the whole 'horny barbarians' thing... And just how much 'not touching' did Bluestreak mean, anyway? Surely not...
Well, Acid Storm thought. Maybe Bluestreak should think about what Helixians looked like to Vossians. ...Which was so far mostly small and cute... "Licentious, horny barbarians, I would wager... So, this 'Overdrive' who should be taking the fault for this?" Not that there was anything wrong with traditions, far from it!
“Um…” Bluestreak lost his grip on his embarrassment again and nodded weakly. He quickly changed that to head shake, optics widening when Overdrive was mentioned.
Goldwing wasn’t sure what to do at all. He was caught somewhere between horror, amusement and hysterical laughter that he did his best to suppress but which still made his wings bounce a little. He couldn’t imagine that having gone over too well. Poor little grounder, not only resonant to a Priest but also bound to a family that made sex toys.
Hailstorm shot his brother a look at the comm. message, swallowing the laughter it prompted. Things were complicated enough without anyone of them dissolving into unexplained gales of laughter.”I am sure… That Overdrive did his best by you, Bluestreak, it’s just that his insistence on traditions might have made all of this harder then it could have been.”
“Well… we are horny all the time and…” Windsheer shrugged lightly, smiling winningly at Bluestreak. “It’s not so bad as all that, Bluestreak, really! Seekers just like to show it when they like or love something… maybe it will help to think of it that way?”
This was only serving to remind him that it had been four days of overloading alone. "Yes, I told him..." It was a quiet whine, Sunstorm couldn't even say it was meant to be heard. He appreciated Windsheer's attempts to help, and he hoped it would, but... Sunstorm was rather sure it wouldn't.
"Almost certainly did, but there's not much we can do about that now," Nighthowl said. "Is there, er... any way we can help you, Bluestreak?" Sunstorm needed help, yes, but they already knew how to do that...
"Heh, we are that!" Acid Storm agreed with his soon-mate, nuzzling him. He didn't try to take it further, since that wouldn't go over with Bluestreak so well and because they just had, so there really wasn't much in the way of hunger.
Bluestreak just gave up, being with Seekers was like being barreled over by enthusiastic younglings! Only they were bigger and a lot less decorous and yeah…
“Maybe we should just try to get to know each other, hum? Take it nice and easy… how does that sound, Bluestreak?” Goldwing petted his youngest as discreetly as possible. Sunstorm’s plating was so hot… his poor little darling!
“Who knows… maybe bonding will solve everything.” Hailstorm threw up his hands and huffed, they were not going to solve this in a day cycle, that was for sure. “I would beg a little of your time though, Bluestreak… Blue’? I am sure Sunstorm has informed you that I wish to expand the family business? Knowing something of the Helixian culture would be a great help!”
“I… um, I would also very much like to get to know you better, Bluestreak?” Windsheer leaned forward, he almost felt a kind of kinship with the little grounder, since they had met at the time they had. He wished he could do something past offering his friendship though…
The petting was not entirely helping things either, but Sunstorm wasn't about to leave the contact unless he had to... He couldn't help but shoot a look at Hailstorm, quite sure that bonding would not help... "Yeah... Like if it's even possible to expand to Helix...!" Oh, he was sure enough that there would be a market for the toys... but Sunstorm had no clue how it could be reached. And that was why he didn't try to sell things...
"Well, it certainly brought your carrier and I together... Well! That isn't really helping the 'getting to know you' thing, is it?" Nighthowl huffed a little, smiling at Bluestreak.
"We certainly would like to be friends, Bluestreak. ...Just friends, even, if that's all you can do." And didn't Acid Storm feel awkward clarifying like that!
They were nice, and they were trying… which was more than could be said from him really. Bluestreak felt ashamed again, he just didn’t know how to let go of the only thing he had ever known. “It’s very n-nice of um…” Just friends? Okay, he had better not dwell on that bit! “I’ll try to be l-less nervous… just please, don’t expect me t-to be able to change o-over night.”
“No one expects you to, sweetspark, really! And you are at least trying to talk to us, that is better than screaming or… well, any number of other things.” Yes, kidnapping didn’t always lead to the happiest first orns, groons or vorns. Goldwing tried to be reassuring, not quite sure how well he managed to pull it off.
“Oh I have a few ideas… likely though a store isn’t the way to go.” Fluttering his wings cheekily, Hailstorm settled back to think his options over. Talking with Bluestreak… a very good idea, what was a Gritor and were all Helixians that small? Because if they were, they needed to make a line of smaller toys.
Settling back against Acid Storm, Windsheer huffed a little. He supposed that was more than enough for now, at least Bluestreak knew they would be trying. It would be rather hard not to… proposition him, the grounder was cute after all.
That was really all any of them could promise. After a few more reassurances, the rest of the visit went fairly well, to Nighthowl's way of thinking. Still... he couldn't help but worry for Sunstorm as he watched his youngest leave. He had spent nearly the entire time in Goldwing's arms...
Sunstorm was happy to just go back to the rooms they had usurped from Prowl and Smokescreen, use the shower for a little more than getting clean, and then try to recharge. Tomorrow would be better... it had to be! Sunstorm tried to ignore that he had thought that every night since meeting Bluestreak.
Tomorrow was better, in that they were told they had their own room now, since Bluestreak still, understandably, refused to live at the temple. It was very much worse when they got a look at said room. At the end of the cycle, of course... "Zephyrus' winds..." Of course there was only one berth. He was a Vossian, a Priest, with his resonate...
He could go back to his ‘old’ room, at least until this got fixed… Bluestreak flopped down on the berth edge with a tired huff and hid his face plates in his hands. He seemed to do that a lot lately, trying to hide from reality, maybe? It just wouldn’t really be fair to Sunstorm to walk out on this mess, would it? It wasn’t his fault that his entire people were a collection of always horny glitches with a far too vivid imagination! “What do we do now?”
"I... am not sure... I- ca~an't promise..." His processor was able to come up with quite a few ideas on what to do now, and Sunstorm was not at all surprised to find he was trembling. "Bluestreak, I can't promise not to... It's been five orns, I'm sorry- And if I go back to the temple at all..." The 'temptation', as it were, would simply be too much, Sunstorm knew that. If Bluestreak didn't mind, that would be one thing... At least the door was closed.
“You’ll ‘face someone…” Bluestreak felt even more like hiding now, he knew all too well what Sunstorm was talking about! They hadn’t touched… not that kind of touches, since the Seeker had sucked him off. Truth was he needed it too, just not the way Sunstorm seemed to be needing it. Could he do it for him? Could he touch his mate-to-be in a sexual manner? If he couldn’t now how would he ever be able to! “C-come here?”
Acid Storm, it seemed, had news too, and so on this, the third orn after discovering the pit, Sunstorm was bringing his resonant to meet his family. His mood was not at all helped by the wholly unwanted lesson on celibacy Sunstorm had been enduring. "I'll try to keep them off of you, but... there is only so much I can do, Bluestreak!" he warned, opening the door.
Shivering at the words, Bluestreak tried to steel himself. Sunstorm had been warning him about this for the past orn or so. He knew why, of course, but it was grating on his nerves and he really didn’t have a lot of nerves left! “I know, I know! Keep close to you.” Muttering lowly, the Helixian tried to get a proper expression to stick on his faceplates. It was hard though, this was a farce! There was nothing happy about it, or anticipatory, or, well, anything positive to say about this. It was pure strain, and now he had to meet the Creators… and they were going to want to touch him, possibly a lot.
“Sun’? Acid’?” Goldwing heard the door chime and almost raced around the corner. He couldn’t believe that two of his little sparklings had found mates almost at the same time! It was something to celebrate, that was for sure. And he hadn’t seen Sunstorm for almost a groon. He was really curious as to the kind of mech his little Priest had found… “Oh, Sunstorm! I should have known you would be here first, it’s such a long time since I saw you last!” Hugging his creation to him, Goldwing ignored the rest of the world for a few precious seconds.
Sunstorm almost melted into the embrace, unstrained and so familiar... He needed this so badly right now! "Mm... I know...! But the temple's been so busy with all the recent happenings!" Heat was always a busy time, and the Winglord's bonding, and then the prayers about the negotiations... yes, busy! "Can we go in, I want to see everyone! Um... It's just Creator and Hail' right now?"
"Yes, but Acid' should be here soon. Or we can all wait here until Hail' decides to get over here..." Nighthowl drawled, waiting for Goldwing to let Sunstorm go before going for his own hug. He spent the moments that took looking at the mech his creation had bought home. Foreign... well, he would be very interested in hearing about that, but it could wait! He had missed Sunstorm just as much as Goldwing had, after all!
The first Seeker had almost knocked Sunstorm down, but the priest didn’t seem to mind it. Bluestreak watched the proceedings with wide optics. He squeaked and backed into the closed door when the new golden and blue Seeker turned his attention to him, golden optics shining with curiosity. Panic rose when the mech took a step towards him hands held out in what could be nothing but a prelude to a hug.
“Sunstorm!”
Goldwing stopped, froze, at the panic on the small mech’s faceplates. Only for a second though, the poor thing! He must be completely overwhelmed by everything. “There, there, little one, we’re not going to bite you.” Pulling the trembling chassis into a gentle embrace, he was surprised when it only earned him another panicked sound and small hands pushing at his upper abdominal plates.
Unhappily slipping from his Creator's hold, Sunstorm pulled Goldwing off Bluestreak. "Don't, don't! Blue... he's not big on touch, you're scaring him!" Dang, he had hoped to have a little more time before going into that... "Inside, inside please... Blue'? It's okay... you're okay...!" Putting himself between his Creators and his resonant, Sunstorm shook with the effort not to comfort Bluestreak physically. "Come on... it will be better with everyone sitting down, no?"
Abruptly finding his arms empty again, Nighthowl pouted. And just what did Sunstorm mean, not big on touch...? "Come on, Gold', Sun's got a point! You can ask your questions inside, and maybe even wait until Acid' is here?" No need to make Sunstorm repeat everything! Grabbing a gold and blue wing, Nighthowl pulled his mate into the main room.
This was not a good idea! So not a good idea… but he really didn’t have a choice, did he? Unable to keep his door wings up, Bluestreak nodded desolately. How in the Pit was he supposed to fit into this family when he almost stasis locked from a simple hug?
“What did I do wrong?” Goldwing was rather shocked; he had never tried to have his touch rejected. Most certainly not something as simple as a hug, and the little mech looked about to keel over. He worriedly rubbed his hands together as he followed his mate’s pull, looking over his shoulder at his Creation and the young resonant.
"He... doesn't like touch... It's okay, I should have told you when I called!" Sunstorm answered, leading Bluestreak in and claiming a couch, leaving an end free for Bluestreak if the Helixian wanted it. "It's... I'll explain when everyone's here, please? How, um... How is everything else going? You're all well...?"
It was... beyond wrong to see Sunstorm being so distant with... with any mech, let alone... Nighthowl sat down with Goldwing, soothing him. "Ah... yes. Hail' is thrilled at the chance for new opportunities. And your Carrier and I have been adjusting to a house that seems to be emptying... I guess that will change soon enough!"
Huddling against the couch armrest, as far from Sunstorm and everyone else as he could, Bluestreak refused to lift his head. This was beyond embarrassing! He just had no words to classify it, oh thank all the gods that Prowl and Smokescreen wasn’t here… At least they seemed pretty okay with leaving him alone to regain what cool he could. The lack of a proper back rest made the armrest even more desirable, Seeker furniture would be the offlining of him!
Gently smacking Nighthowl’s shoulder, Goldwing grinned, just a tiny bit forced. He was not at all sure what to do with the unhappy looking little mech and ignoring him just didn’t seem right! “You are a little fast there, Night’, they have yet to bond, much less provide grandsparklings!” Though it would be so nice to have littles running around again, maybe even a cute little grounder… that wouldn’t be something to object to.
“Hey, Sun’!” Haphazardly depositing a tray of candy and tiny sip sized cubes on a nearby table, Hailstorm grabbed his brother by his top wing edges. “Long time no see! Have you been busy during the heat?” The knowing, lazy grin on his faceplates couldn’t hide the fact that the middle brother was thrilled to see the golden Seeker again.
Sparklings... not a good topic! Thoughts shifted into a squeak as Hailstorm grabbed him, and Sunstorm reached up, pulling his brother down for a quick nuzzle. "Of course I was! Zephyrus... We all were! You know that perfectly well, slagger!" Not that the heat was really a better conversational topic... And three orns with only his hand, he was going crazy!
"Well, who said I was talking about them..." Nighthowl defended weakly, rubbing his shoulder melodramatically. "We have another creation who's bonding soon..." Who should be here soon, actually... Twisting to look at the door, Nighthowl almost missed the oddly discomforted look on Sunstorm's face.
The familiar touching here didn’t really upset Bluestreak, aside from the fact that they did it in front of a virtual stranger that was, and he relaxed a little. If only they weren’t all so large and touchy-feely! And they probably all expected him to be thrilled at having their Creation/brother for a resonant. Perfect…
“Stop teasing your brother, Hailstorm, and bring the tray over here.” Goldwing’s smile belied the stern orders. Mostly he was trying to get his middle creation away from the little grounder so as not to have a repeat of his own mistake.
“Aww! Carrier, I have missed him… and I need to be presented probably for the little resonant, don’t I, Brother?” Hailstorm turned, grin faltering when he saw the strangely tense pose of the small mech. Something was not right here.
Sunstorm actually did hide his face in his hands at that. Only for a moment, he recovered fast enough to snag a few candies off the tray. "I swear I have manners, really! This is Bluestreak, he's Helixian and they are not big on having strangers touch them... Um, Blue', I've mentioned Hailstorm, and Goldwing is my Carrier, and Nighthowl's my Creator, and Acid Storm is not here." Yes, the last fact made the golden Seeker pout a little.
Nighthowl nodded as he was introduced, mimicking Sunstorm by picking a treat off the tray. "Yes, we did try to give you some manners..."
Swallowing nervously Bluestreak finally managed to lift his head and look at something other then his hands. “H… Hello.” He sounded like a halfprocessorless… something! And rude as all Pit, because he didn’t sound the least bit like he wanted to be here or meet Sunstorm’s family unit. Well, he didn’t really, but that didn’t mean he had to sound like someone judged to offlinning. “I’m… pleased to meet you all?” ‘Oh yes, brilliant save there.’ His inner sarcastic voice made his door wings drop even further.
“Ah..?” Goldwing cast a narrow opticked glance at his youngest creation before shifting forward a little. “We are very pleased to meet you, Bluestreak, I am very sorry if I scared you out there.”
Oh sure, the little thing sounded like he would have rather walked though acid rain for a full cycle. Hailstorm picked the tray back up and placed in on the main table before dumping himself in a chair. “Very pleased to meet you! I am very envious, you know? Sunstorm and Acid Storm finding both their mates? I wish I was so lucky…”
That made Sunstorm hunch just a little, because while it wasn't, quite, wrong enough to let themselves deactivate, it wasn't right like Hailstorm thought... "I'm just glad mine's so sweet and cute," he managed, because Bluestreak was, and Sunstorm was sure that his family would realize eventually, and he was very happy that the door chime chose then to ping.
"I'll get it!" Nighthowl said, standing. He wasn't surprised to see Acid Storm and his Intended, and somewhere in between greeting hugs and ushering them inside, he remembered to warn them about touching the uncomfortable grounder.
“Ah… no, no it’s fine really; I’m just not used to… touching… people.” Bluestreak flickered his optics and wished he could go someplace to hide, preferably for a few vorns. Luckily, or not, the embarrassingly strained situation was broken up when two more Seekers joined them.
Goldwing didn’t believe that for a breem, but he let it be, standing to greet his eldest and Windsheer enthusiastically. He had always liked the secretary, and Nighthowl had been very pleased with him… in more than one way.
Hailstorm kept to his seat, letting his older brother jump him, observing the grounder’s nervous behavior for as long as he could. “Hey, brother, nice little catch there… a very pretty pair of wings.”
It wasn’t in the least awkward to greet his employer, and former lover, Windsheer was however glad that he had met them prior to this. It could have been very strange… “Hello, you must be Su… oh? Oh my, it’s you!”
Looking up with a mostly-happy smile, Sunstorm trailed off into a flutter of surprise. "You? Wow, I've really been out of the loop..." He didn't remember either of his Creators hiring the mech, or talking about it... "I told you speaking to him was a good start!" He didn't add that the only reason he actually remembered the mech was because of Bluestreak's later reaction... "I am Sunstorm, yes... I never caught your name?"
"He's one of the best secretaries I've ever had," Nighthowl answered, pulling Windsheer into another hug, since Acid Storm was still greeting Hailstorm.
"His name's Windsheer. Now how do you know him?" Acid Storm said, grabbing his own small cube of energon before leaving Hailstorm in favor of Sunstorm. "And who's the cute grounder, Sun'? Or have I missed introductions...?"
Bluestreak fairly cringed, also recognizing the new Seeker, well one of them anyway. He hadn’t exactly had the friendliest thoughts about the mech. And everyone was touching again! ‘Please, please, Vector Sigma, don’t let them try and touch me again!’ It did not help that Acid Storm suddenly turned his interest on to him, either!
Goldwing laughed at his mate before ushering both Seekers to the table. He wasn’t blind after all; Bluestreak was very much not comfortable with all of them bouncing around. Why he was so shy he couldn’t fathom, the mech was small, almost delicate to look at, but not helpless or ugly. He had to have had suitors in droves! Sunstorm was a lucky mech.
Still not bothering to get up, Hailstorm waved at Windsheer and fluttered his wings in a less then chaste manner. Sure the Seeker was Acid Storm’s mate, didn’t mean his older brother wouldn’t share… speaking of sharing? How would a grounder be to berth, especially such a relatively small one? Slightly darkened gold optics turned back to Bluestreak.
“He was the priest I spoke to… I mean, before I spoke to you? I encountered him by pure luck, he was outside the council chamber that is used for the trade negotiations… with that mech.” Windsheer gestured at Bluestreak. “He was kind enough to give me half a breem and some good advice.”
"If I had known he was talking about you, Acid', I would have told him to show up with that sticky energon all over him..." Sunstorm added, nuzzling his brother before pushing him off towards his mate and trying not to feel... jealous. He got someone who understood... "You did miss introduction, but I can do them again. This is Bluestreak. Blue, this is my brother Acid Storm, and you seem to remember... Ah, Windsheer, yes?" Looking around a little, Sunstorm caught Hailstorm's look and spread his wings, hiding Bluestreak from his blue brother. Hailstorm didn't mean anything, but...
More or less draping himself over his future mate, Acid Storm looked at Sunstorm oddly, but didn't address his unusual show. "Well, I'm glad for the advise he did give you, Wind'... and you can try the energon later!"
He felt lost, completely and utterly lost. Bluestreak was painfully aware that he didn’t fit in to this family. He just didn’t know how to, or plainly couldn’t, act like they did. It didn’t help that he remembered clearly how ‘Windsheer’ had been crawling all over Sunstorm… it made him almost sick to his tanks.
“It’s a small citystate…” Fluttering his wings with some amusement, Goldwing settled back in his chair. “Now that introductions are over, Sunstorm?” He really wanted to know what was up with his youngest Creation!
Huh? Sunstorm was usually the first to share a lover, long or short term. There was a reason Hailstorm’s younger brother had chosen to become priest, after all! It couldn’t be because of the resonance either, it didn’t change a mech in that way… which meant it had something to do with the little grounder.
Windsheer did flush a little at the idea of presenting himself like an oversized goody, but was quick to welcome his mate-to-be back in his arms. Goldwing’s sudden topic change caught his attention though, making him droop his wings a little with confusion.
Yes, what was going on... This behavior was not at all typical of their youngest, no matter how he played at typical behaviors like teasing Acid Storm. Bluestreak was just barely visible behind golden wings, but Nighthowl was, understandably, more concerned about his creation.
He sighed a little, reaching for Bluestreak and stopping before he reached the frightened little mech. It had become familiar, the presence of even one mech meant no contact... Sunstorm bit back a whimper and dropped his wings, looking at his family. "Well... actually, Windsheer, I was there because I was waiting for Blue's brothers. They're... the Helixians, you know? Prowl's involved in the negotiating... I've kind of been staying with them. Their culture is so different, Blue's been having... a lot of trouble adjusting. So have I... There's a lot you'll have to learn before trying to trade there, Hail! No touching in public, no talking about facing...!" Sunstorm stopped himself, not wanting to embarrass Bluestreak by mentioning... well, much of anything...
Acid Storm was busy nuzzling and stroking Windsheer, trying to soothe his confusion and otherwise enjoy his presence. He almost missed the first part of Sunstorm's explanation... "They don't touch?" Well, no wonder Sunstorm was behaving so... awkwardly. "Well, but that's... why?"
Shivering, Bluestreak hid his heat flushed faceplates in his hands, only barely keeping back a whimper. This was… bad. This was the Pit!
It didn’t take a genius to make the connections, and Goldwing was at the couch pulling his youngest into his lap almost at once. “Oh… this must be hard on you both!” He couldn’t offer comfort to Bluestreak, not without encroaching again. Oh frag! Had it been either Acid Storm or Hailstorm it wouldn’t be a problem, but Sunstorm? Zephyrus have mercy!
“Oh?” Hailstorm’s wings drooped as he realized why Sunstorm had tried to hide his Intended away. Then he realized that the mech, he hadn’t been able to see his optics, was a Helixian. Then he realized just what his brother had said… “Good gods! No touching at all? How do they… how can you not talk about… what?”
Tilting his head, Windsheer flickered his optics before he too hid his face plates in his hands. Oh, Zephyrus no! What a way to get to know a new family member, Bluestreak had to have been mortified at his actions!
It might embarrass Bluestreak, but... Sunstorm couldn't refuse the contact, the comfort... And it was his Carrier, not a stranger, that had to count for something, and... He was already mewling and pressing into Goldwing. "It... is hard. I... we're managing?" He looked at Bluestreak, they were managing, weren't they? "Well... I mean, that's all... in public...?"
Nighthowl crouched against Goldwing, likewise just providing touch. "I see what you mean by different... Um, Bluestreak? Is this bothering you?" It certainly looked like it did, the grounder was almost trying to curl into a ball!
"Shh... Wind', it's okay..." Windsheer was very clearly mortified, which was just... very odd to see! He had only been doing what anyone would do, and Acid Storm knew how approachable his brother was... Sunstorm was a priest for a reason!
“It’s okay! It’s just…” No, it wasn’t okay, and he couldn’t deal with it, but this was Vos, this was a Seeker family. This was where he would live and he had to adjust. Huffing weakly he sat up and finally lifted his head to look at the Seekers surrounding him. Of course the first thing that happened was that he flushed even hotter… “I… will a-adjust…”
“Adjust? Poor you…” Goldwing’s wings twitched and he nearly reached out to the smaller mech. If he could barely keep from trying to physically comfort the grounder, Sunstorm had to be in agony!
“I have read of the monks… I didn’t know the same things applied to the public! Well, sort of applies…” Hailstorm was tempted to ask how they even managed to have Sparklings but, well. Bluestreak already looked about to stasis lock form overheating.
“I can’t believe you let me do that, Sunstorm! You could have told me you were busy, I mean you were outside the council chambers.” Windstorm gently battered Acid Storm’s hands away and looked to the small grounder. “Bluestreak? I am really, really sorry! I didn’t know…”
He grabbed Goldwing's hand, to stop him, though Sunstorm did realize that his Carrier hadn't really moved. With all the chatter going on, it was his name that Sunstorm reacted to, and no, his problems weren't supposed to affect his family like this... "You needed help! I was waiting, I didn't realize how much of a problem it was..." And it had made both Acid Storm and Windsheer happy, so at least something good had come of it.
Nighthowl's spark twisted a little, mostly because he could see how miserable Sunstorm and Bluestreak were. But he also knew they were all ignoring Acid Storm and Windsheer, and that wasn't fair to anyone! What were they supposed to do... "Well, that's good... I'm glad to hear that, Bluestreak?"
"Good thing you learned now, Hail'..." Acid Storm said quietly, watching his Creators and brother. Bluestreak really was a cute thing... "Wait, you said he had brothers? How are they handling... everything?" Vos itself, apparently, and their brother resonating with a priest... There couldn't be much larger of a change from what Sunstorm said Helix culture had!
“No, i-it’s fine, Sunstorm explained…” That he hadn’t liked the explanation was something else. Bluestreak tried to get a hold of himself, twisting his hands together in his lap. This was supposed to be a happy occasion and he was ruining it! “I’m really sorry about this…”
“It’s fine, Bluestreak, not all resonant are happy… not at least in the beginning.” Some never were, but Goldwing really didn’t want to think about that. He badly wanted his Creations to be happy! Watching Sunstorm suffer under a partial bond would be… no, he didn’t want to think about it!
Hailstorm cringed a little, he hadn’t really been very diplomatic there had he? It was just so wrong! If any of them should have been straddled with someone like Bluestreak it should have been him, oh yes, there was a little bit of jealousy in that thought. Mostly though, the mottled blue Seeker was genuinely sincere in that he was both the most patient and the one that more easily adapted to new things.
It wasn’t fine, Windsheer was sure about that, but there really wasn’t anything else he could do.
"Blue', no, don't be, it's not your fault, slaggit all..." Sunstorm's words didn't have much heat to them, and he probably should be worried that Goldwing had caught on, but why would that bother him, and... "It's not you that's forcing this," and Sunstorm didn't really want to talk about this in 'public' and that was ridiculous, and the contact just felt so nice...
Nighthowl was... very much unsure what to do, and found himself moving backwards, ending up petting Hailstorm a little and trying not to think about how badly things could go.
Acid Storm nuzzled Windsheer, trying to provide some comfort again and... well, it was bizarre, but he felt very much like they were... intruding some how. All of them. Like... like overhearing a confession not meant for them.
“It’s just… I’m not… my family is very traditional, our um… leader? Overdrive is very old and very, very armor bound. We’ve been brought up to f-follow the rules and be decorous.” Bluestreak barreled on even though he knew he didn’t have to, or really knew where he was going with it. “It’s true though, Helixians don’t touch in public, and they don’t really touch when among family either, unless it’s a mated pair and possibly their Gritors… I’m… w-what happens every time I g-go out… in Vos… it’s just… n-not what I’m used to!”
“In other words, Helix and Vos are direct opposites, Bluestreak, and you don’t know what to do with that fact.” Goldwing spoke gently, hugging Sunstorm to him, both because he could and because he couldn’t do the same to the frightened little grounder.
“No, Carrier, in other words we are all uncouth barbarians from Bluestreak’s point of view… uncouth and constantly horny barbarians. I have no idea how this Prowl manages his job so well…” Hailstorm wasn’t in the least sarcastic, he was impressed. Both with Prowl, the rest of the Helixian delegation, and with Bluestreak. They had to feel like they were living in the world’s biggest brothel.
Hand flying to his mouth, Windsheer just barely managed to strangle a giggle. Hailstorm’s assessment wasn’t entirely wrong… when he thought about the reason why Acid Storm and he had been delayed.
Gritors... oh, slag, that just reminded Sunstorm of what Prowl had told him that first day, and then what happened after... Sunstorm whimpered, he didn't mean too, and he barely kept from commenting. Four orns was so long... "That is... exactly it, Hail'..." Sunstorm said shakily, and he couldn't keep from comm'ing the fact that Bluestreak had called him a whore to his middle brother.
"...Gritors...? No, nevermind... Oh, gods, has Sunstorm told you our business?" That would probably only add to the whole 'horny barbarians' thing... And just how much 'not touching' did Bluestreak mean, anyway? Surely not...
Well, Acid Storm thought. Maybe Bluestreak should think about what Helixians looked like to Vossians. ...Which was so far mostly small and cute... "Licentious, horny barbarians, I would wager... So, this 'Overdrive' who should be taking the fault for this?" Not that there was anything wrong with traditions, far from it!
“Um…” Bluestreak lost his grip on his embarrassment again and nodded weakly. He quickly changed that to head shake, optics widening when Overdrive was mentioned.
Goldwing wasn’t sure what to do at all. He was caught somewhere between horror, amusement and hysterical laughter that he did his best to suppress but which still made his wings bounce a little. He couldn’t imagine that having gone over too well. Poor little grounder, not only resonant to a Priest but also bound to a family that made sex toys.
Hailstorm shot his brother a look at the comm. message, swallowing the laughter it prompted. Things were complicated enough without anyone of them dissolving into unexplained gales of laughter.”I am sure… That Overdrive did his best by you, Bluestreak, it’s just that his insistence on traditions might have made all of this harder then it could have been.”
“Well… we are horny all the time and…” Windsheer shrugged lightly, smiling winningly at Bluestreak. “It’s not so bad as all that, Bluestreak, really! Seekers just like to show it when they like or love something… maybe it will help to think of it that way?”
This was only serving to remind him that it had been four days of overloading alone. "Yes, I told him..." It was a quiet whine, Sunstorm couldn't even say it was meant to be heard. He appreciated Windsheer's attempts to help, and he hoped it would, but... Sunstorm was rather sure it wouldn't.
"Almost certainly did, but there's not much we can do about that now," Nighthowl said. "Is there, er... any way we can help you, Bluestreak?" Sunstorm needed help, yes, but they already knew how to do that...
"Heh, we are that!" Acid Storm agreed with his soon-mate, nuzzling him. He didn't try to take it further, since that wouldn't go over with Bluestreak so well and because they just had, so there really wasn't much in the way of hunger.
Bluestreak just gave up, being with Seekers was like being barreled over by enthusiastic younglings! Only they were bigger and a lot less decorous and yeah…
“Maybe we should just try to get to know each other, hum? Take it nice and easy… how does that sound, Bluestreak?” Goldwing petted his youngest as discreetly as possible. Sunstorm’s plating was so hot… his poor little darling!
“Who knows… maybe bonding will solve everything.” Hailstorm threw up his hands and huffed, they were not going to solve this in a day cycle, that was for sure. “I would beg a little of your time though, Bluestreak… Blue’? I am sure Sunstorm has informed you that I wish to expand the family business? Knowing something of the Helixian culture would be a great help!”
“I… um, I would also very much like to get to know you better, Bluestreak?” Windsheer leaned forward, he almost felt a kind of kinship with the little grounder, since they had met at the time they had. He wished he could do something past offering his friendship though…
The petting was not entirely helping things either, but Sunstorm wasn't about to leave the contact unless he had to... He couldn't help but shoot a look at Hailstorm, quite sure that bonding would not help... "Yeah... Like if it's even possible to expand to Helix...!" Oh, he was sure enough that there would be a market for the toys... but Sunstorm had no clue how it could be reached. And that was why he didn't try to sell things...
"Well, it certainly brought your carrier and I together... Well! That isn't really helping the 'getting to know you' thing, is it?" Nighthowl huffed a little, smiling at Bluestreak.
"We certainly would like to be friends, Bluestreak. ...Just friends, even, if that's all you can do." And didn't Acid Storm feel awkward clarifying like that!
They were nice, and they were trying… which was more than could be said from him really. Bluestreak felt ashamed again, he just didn’t know how to let go of the only thing he had ever known. “It’s very n-nice of um…” Just friends? Okay, he had better not dwell on that bit! “I’ll try to be l-less nervous… just please, don’t expect me t-to be able to change o-over night.”
“No one expects you to, sweetspark, really! And you are at least trying to talk to us, that is better than screaming or… well, any number of other things.” Yes, kidnapping didn’t always lead to the happiest first orns, groons or vorns. Goldwing tried to be reassuring, not quite sure how well he managed to pull it off.
“Oh I have a few ideas… likely though a store isn’t the way to go.” Fluttering his wings cheekily, Hailstorm settled back to think his options over. Talking with Bluestreak… a very good idea, what was a Gritor and were all Helixians that small? Because if they were, they needed to make a line of smaller toys.
Settling back against Acid Storm, Windsheer huffed a little. He supposed that was more than enough for now, at least Bluestreak knew they would be trying. It would be rather hard not to… proposition him, the grounder was cute after all.
That was really all any of them could promise. After a few more reassurances, the rest of the visit went fairly well, to Nighthowl's way of thinking. Still... he couldn't help but worry for Sunstorm as he watched his youngest leave. He had spent nearly the entire time in Goldwing's arms...
Sunstorm was happy to just go back to the rooms they had usurped from Prowl and Smokescreen, use the shower for a little more than getting clean, and then try to recharge. Tomorrow would be better... it had to be! Sunstorm tried to ignore that he had thought that every night since meeting Bluestreak.
Tomorrow was better, in that they were told they had their own room now, since Bluestreak still, understandably, refused to live at the temple. It was very much worse when they got a look at said room. At the end of the cycle, of course... "Zephyrus' winds..." Of course there was only one berth. He was a Vossian, a Priest, with his resonate...
He could go back to his ‘old’ room, at least until this got fixed… Bluestreak flopped down on the berth edge with a tired huff and hid his face plates in his hands. He seemed to do that a lot lately, trying to hide from reality, maybe? It just wouldn’t really be fair to Sunstorm to walk out on this mess, would it? It wasn’t his fault that his entire people were a collection of always horny glitches with a far too vivid imagination! “What do we do now?”
"I... am not sure... I- ca~an't promise..." His processor was able to come up with quite a few ideas on what to do now, and Sunstorm was not at all surprised to find he was trembling. "Bluestreak, I can't promise not to... It's been five orns, I'm sorry- And if I go back to the temple at all..." The 'temptation', as it were, would simply be too much, Sunstorm knew that. If Bluestreak didn't mind, that would be one thing... At least the door was closed.
“You’ll ‘face someone…” Bluestreak felt even more like hiding now, he knew all too well what Sunstorm was talking about! They hadn’t touched… not that kind of touches, since the Seeker had sucked him off. Truth was he needed it too, just not the way Sunstorm seemed to be needing it. Could he do it for him? Could he touch his mate-to-be in a sexual manner? If he couldn’t now how would he ever be able to! “C-come here?”