More Road.
As said. Less this time, but more to make you go buh. At least, I hope.
And yes, it is 3 am for me. I will sleep in about an hour, and then wake up to, hopefully, comments.
The smaller red mech was not, as it turned out, dead. Roadstead discovered this after giving Megatron proper thanks, while they were being exhorted to be good and inspiring and all of that. Stepping away to mingle with the crowd, which was turning into a party, Roadstead found himself nearly falling over still-vibrant red armor.
He almost shoved him away, but stopped with one good look at the other's face. Roadstead was still human enough to be very curious, and a touch more compassionate with grounders than the average Seeker was.
And the mech looked lost.
Roadstead pressed a hand to the red back, pushing him towards the wall aggressively. Reaching the wall, the Seeker wasted no time in hefting the smaller mech, letting the red legs wrap around his waist as though they were doing more than talking. “What?” Roadstead hissed. While the mech fit nicely against him, the Seeker's wings were throbbing with pain, and the idea of doing anything but talking was rather unpleasant.
The red mech wasn't quite managing to meet his optics, squirming against him. Roadstead knew it was partly pain from the brand on his chest which made the mech move, and so he pressed his canopy against it until the mech got the message and held still. It took a moment or two more, filled with delicate shivers and gasps, for the mech to answer. “You... saved my-”
Uncomfortably sure of what was to follow, Roadstead silenced the mech in the fastest way he could, rather brutally claiming his mouth and glad that the mech's mask was open. -Don't you say it! I don't want you!-
-It's true, though!- the mech answered, opening his mouth and giving no resistance. -I took the oath, and I meant it, but I can't do this.-
“Then it's your own slagging fault!” Roadstead snarled, breaking the 'kiss' to glare at the mech, vents heaving.
“It is. But that doesn't change-” Once again, the mech got cut off, but not by Roadstead this time.
“Enjoying yourselves, my new warriors?” Megatron asked, hands settling on the wall just outside of Roadstead's, chassis close enough that, now that he wasn't distracted, the Seeker could feel his warmth.
This was not a good situation, and it was even worse that he was trapped. He had to answered, though... His Lord was asking a question. Lie or truth, though... Roadstead dared to let his head fall back, onto Megatron's chest, so he could see the silver face. Megatron already knew what was going on, he realized, and his pause had been long enough that it was suspicious. “Just a minor disagreement, my Lord. We were working it out on our own.”
“If you don't want him, you can always kill him,” Megatron pointed out, lowering his head enough to lick at Roadstead's neck for a moment before pulling away. “This is an orn you will always remember. Have fun, Roadstead.”
The warmth at his back disappeared, and the Seeker rested his head against the other mech's. 'Have fun'... He couldn't deny the mech's claim with Megatron himself backing it up, and if he killed the red slagger, he would be marked as one of 'that' kind and would never get higher than he stood right now.
“Fine. What's your designation so I know who I'm keeping?” the Seeker huffed, in pain and tired and just wanting to go back to his room.
“My designation is Metrodash,” the red mech answered, slowly lowering himself to the floor. “And you saved my life.”
Also, I had a question. If I went to a free 'Plus' account, would the ads bother anyone? I've never even noticed ads, but I use Firefox with AdBlock and NoScript. It's not super-important, I'm just getting tired of only 6 userpics.
And yes, it is 3 am for me. I will sleep in about an hour, and then wake up to, hopefully, comments.
The smaller red mech was not, as it turned out, dead. Roadstead discovered this after giving Megatron proper thanks, while they were being exhorted to be good and inspiring and all of that. Stepping away to mingle with the crowd, which was turning into a party, Roadstead found himself nearly falling over still-vibrant red armor.
He almost shoved him away, but stopped with one good look at the other's face. Roadstead was still human enough to be very curious, and a touch more compassionate with grounders than the average Seeker was.
And the mech looked lost.
Roadstead pressed a hand to the red back, pushing him towards the wall aggressively. Reaching the wall, the Seeker wasted no time in hefting the smaller mech, letting the red legs wrap around his waist as though they were doing more than talking. “What?” Roadstead hissed. While the mech fit nicely against him, the Seeker's wings were throbbing with pain, and the idea of doing anything but talking was rather unpleasant.
The red mech wasn't quite managing to meet his optics, squirming against him. Roadstead knew it was partly pain from the brand on his chest which made the mech move, and so he pressed his canopy against it until the mech got the message and held still. It took a moment or two more, filled with delicate shivers and gasps, for the mech to answer. “You... saved my-”
Uncomfortably sure of what was to follow, Roadstead silenced the mech in the fastest way he could, rather brutally claiming his mouth and glad that the mech's mask was open. -Don't you say it! I don't want you!-
-It's true, though!- the mech answered, opening his mouth and giving no resistance. -I took the oath, and I meant it, but I can't do this.-
“Then it's your own slagging fault!” Roadstead snarled, breaking the 'kiss' to glare at the mech, vents heaving.
“It is. But that doesn't change-” Once again, the mech got cut off, but not by Roadstead this time.
“Enjoying yourselves, my new warriors?” Megatron asked, hands settling on the wall just outside of Roadstead's, chassis close enough that, now that he wasn't distracted, the Seeker could feel his warmth.
This was not a good situation, and it was even worse that he was trapped. He had to answered, though... His Lord was asking a question. Lie or truth, though... Roadstead dared to let his head fall back, onto Megatron's chest, so he could see the silver face. Megatron already knew what was going on, he realized, and his pause had been long enough that it was suspicious. “Just a minor disagreement, my Lord. We were working it out on our own.”
“If you don't want him, you can always kill him,” Megatron pointed out, lowering his head enough to lick at Roadstead's neck for a moment before pulling away. “This is an orn you will always remember. Have fun, Roadstead.”
The warmth at his back disappeared, and the Seeker rested his head against the other mech's. 'Have fun'... He couldn't deny the mech's claim with Megatron himself backing it up, and if he killed the red slagger, he would be marked as one of 'that' kind and would never get higher than he stood right now.
“Fine. What's your designation so I know who I'm keeping?” the Seeker huffed, in pain and tired and just wanting to go back to his room.
“My designation is Metrodash,” the red mech answered, slowly lowering himself to the floor. “And you saved my life.”
Also, I had a question. If I went to a free 'Plus' account, would the ads bother anyone? I've never even noticed ads, but I use Firefox with AdBlock and NoScript. It's not super-important, I'm just getting tired of only 6 userpics.