Sunstorm Bluestreak
Some Sunstorm/Bluestreak fic. 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. And so much fun...
Bluestreak was bored. Vos wasn’t made for ground bounders, though the Seekers had made, were making, a real effort to make their aeries more grounder friendly. The rich part of the main city, the part where the nobles lived, was different because of the relatively high number of ground bound resonants. Bluestreak found it utterly embarrassing to walk around there… the mechs were undeniably happy, but they also acted incredibly openly about touching. And about ‘facing… Bluestreak grimaced at the thought.
Prowl had told him not to take it so seriously, that the Seekers and their mates had a much different view on life then Helixians. He had escaped the noble aeries and was now traversing a part of the city that looked almost as rich, he dared say that some of the very decorated aeries here were larger and taller than the smooth white and amber noble aeries. They also had entrances at the ground levels… too bad he couldn’t read Vosian glyphs.
Still… one of the biggest aeries seemed to attract mechs from all over, fliers and grounders, it was actually a twin aerie and he thought he recognized the colors. They were all over the meeting chambers, and the Winglord wore streamers with the colors of the left aerie when they were having formal dinner with him and his court.
Hesitantly he ventured into this faintly familiar aerie and found both stairwells and lifts. Since he still had no idea what he was in for he took a lift, surprised that it had only one destination in such a big building.
After what seemed like forever, it deposited him under a dusty amber dome surrounded by a garden. Looking around he realized that the top of the aerie had to be flat, and that the different domes he saw were buildings built onto the larger structure, all of it surrounded by a vast garden. It was incredibly beautiful. Tippedding around, he eventually approached the largest of the domes, a thing that seemed delicate for all of its size, made of colored glass and metal which seemed to be missing a lot of the glass panels.
For a long time he stood outside the thrown open golden double doors before quietly inching inside.
Sunstorm was just kind of wandering around. He didn't have much in the way of duties right now, beyond the fairly standard 'go talk to anyone who needs it'. It didn't bother him, he just liked being here, or out in the garden... Motion caught his optic, a very nervous looking grey mech... A grounder, that was somewhat unusual. Poor thing looked like he wasn't sure he was allowed in here! Sunstorm approached slowly, colors seeming to shift as he passed from one patch of tinted light to another, mostly cool greys and blues. It did little to hide his bright gold and cream paintjob! Sunstorm found himself smiling at the idea, he always had enjoyed watching the colors stained glass cast... and he had almost forgotten the visitor! By now, he was quiet close enough to speak... "Hello. Do you need anything?"
Bluestreak had been absorbed in watching the light play, and watching as the breeze played with the strange hanging decorations that chimed soothingly. This was like no other building he had ever been in, Helixian, Praxsian or Vossian…
A second later he nearly jumped half a meter and whirled to meet the exotic golden optics of a Vossian. A large, beautiful Vossian, his armor almost the same color as his optics, with cream highlights and… and wings.
“Ah… ah… I…” Stuttering he just stared, feeling a strange insistent pull in his spark… unable and unwilling to turn away and flee.
"Whoa, didn't mean to... startle you..." Yellow optics, Sunstorm couldn't remember where that meant, seemed to suck him in for a moment. Shaking his head lightly, Sunstorm thought he might remember how to speak... "You're welcome here, you know. Every one is..." He resisted the urge to tug the nameless grey mech to one of the curving bench-slash- lounge areas, figuring that he should at least know what the mech wanted first! Or maybe a name... name, oh! "Oh, forgive me, I'm Sunstorm."
“I’m… I’ll be… um g-going now… s-sorry to disturb…” Bluestreak really did intend to ‘be going’ he just couldn’t manage to move. Suddenly a thrilling note slashed through the soothing sounds of the glass decorations, making the gray mech jump again and finally breaking the spell the golden optics seemed to have over him. Instinctively taking a step closer to the larger seeker, he looked around nervously. “What was that?!”
Now he reached out, partly to comfort, partly to keep this adorable mech from 'going' anywhere! "You've disturbed nothing, why should you go?" Sunstorm tilted his head and smiled. "And that was just somebody overloading, I don't know who... Here, come sit down? I'm sure you came here for a reason..." Sunstorm tugged lightly on the arm he had captured, pulling him exactly where he had just decided not to... "And I still don't know your name?"
“W-what?” Bluestreak felt faint, dizzy… had the mech really just said that it was someone overloading? By Vector Sigma, what kind of a place had he gone into? “B…. Bluestreak, sir, um where a-am I? What kind of a place is this?” He didn’t really resist the larger mech’s gentle guidance, but he looked around himself with nervous optics.
"You don't have to call me sir! In fact, please don't!" Sunstorm laughed lightly, settling Bluestreak into a part of the bench with more of a back. It made him lounge more, but the gray mech seemed to need the support... and he would surely look good that way... "You didn't know? This is the primary temple to Zephyrus. ...He's the god of storms, wind, and passion." Sunstorm added the last bit unsurely. Most people knew that, right? But Bluestreak hadn't known this was a temple...
“A temple? To… Zephyrus, but the Helix temple to him looks nothing like this?” Prowl had made a point of teaching him about all the gods and what they stood for, showing him the temples at the end of each lesson. It had been really interesting, though he hadn’t quite understood all of it. Wait… wait? “Y-you said someone just overloaded in here?” Jerking away from the Seeker, Bluestreak felt a pained tug in his spark.
"Well of course it doesn't, it's in Helix!" Sunstorm said, mewling softly when Bluestreak pulled away. He had not expected to find his resonant this young... nor for it to hit so hard! But he had to take it easy, should calm Bluestreak down... He didn't even know why the other was so worried! "Yes. Someone else will probably overload soon, and the wind will carry the sound..." Sunstorm knew his voice was a little wistful... Well, he liked hearing it, liked causing it for that matter! "Oh! That means you're from Helix, doesn't it?"
“B-but…. This is a t-temple!” Interfacing was a holy act; it was only done between close friends, lovers and bond mates! In private! And this Seeker was casually telling him that people sat around in a temple and… and… Bluestreak whimpered fearfully and pressed further back into the soft, whatever he was on. Would they expect him to overload too? Was that why the golden Seeker had taken him to this place? “Yeah, Helix… I… I really have to… g-go… really!”
"Please... ah... what do you have to do? Maybe I could help?" Yeah... It wasn't like he needed to stay here, and some things... well, yeah. And Sunstorm wasn't thinking clearly beyond 'at least get more information about him!' At least Bluestreak wasn't actively trying to leave... Why was he so skittish? "You're so worked up... Please, tell me what's wrong?" How was he supposed to do anything when the grey mech wouldn't even talk to him?
“I… the trade conference, n-need to get back to it, my brothers will be ner-nervous…” This time Bluestreak managed to force himself to stand. He was terrified at the strange insistent need to stay that he felt. His spark gave a sharp pulse as he took a step away from the golden Seeker, what was going on?!
He was quite simply not letting Bluestreak out of his sight that easily, but this hardly seemed the time to tell him why. Sunstorm thought the Helixian might just deactivate when he found out what a resonant was, let alone... Yeah. He seemed far to hesitant to take to that well right now! "I'll go with you. Make sure you don't get lost..." Sunstorm pinged the supervisor on duty, letting him know what was going on, and was assured his absence wouldn't cause problems.
“Um…” Bluestreak desperately searched for a reason, anything, that would make the golden Seeker leave him alone. Unfortunately he couldn’t really say that he knew the way back to the noble aeries, he had sort of planned on simply aiming for the towering structures and ask for directions when and if needed. “Are… are you sure you um… shouldn’t… um stay and… do whatever it is you do.”
"I'm a priest. Helping people is what I do. I'm not at all ready to let you out of my sight... you're not ready to leave it yet, surely?" Bluestreak had to feel the same way, and Sunstorm wanted to hear him admit it... "Come on, this way. I'm not sure I've ever walked all the way... this will be fun! Do you remember which aerie you're wanted at?" How had he not realized how small Bluestreak was in comparison to him... Not that the difference was nearly as bad as it could be. It was almost a pity the grey mech wouldn't want to be carried, but then, walking gave them more time to talk.
Bluestreak flushed hotly, conflicting emotions and fear clashing violently in his processor. No, he didn’t want to leave the golden Seeker, but he didn’t know why he didn’t want to. He was afraid but also did not know what he feared. There was something about, about Sunstorm that seemed to invade his privacy like… he didn’t know ‘like what’! When the Seeker moved he was following before having decided whether or not to do it, he did not like this! “The… um, the one set aside for negotiations and… political stuff?”
Oh, he was just too adorable...! Sunstorm really was thrilled with the smaller mech... and pleased that the heat cycle had ended, for Bluestreak's sake. "Right. I know it. So..." Once on the ground, Sunstorm needed a moment to look around and get his bearings before he could pick the right direction. "What do you think of Vos, Bluestreak? Are you enjoying your time here?" Get him talking, see how much he knew... Sunstorm badly wanted Bluestreak to want to stay already.
“It’s… different?” Bluestreak wasn’t sure what to say. Not that he was really afraid of insulting the priest, but because… well, yes, just because. He liked Vos, it was incredibly beautiful and heights didn’t bother him at all, what with Helix’s coast line cliffs and high mountains it would have been a crippling fear. There was great beauty here, a delicacy in everything that you did not see quite so readily in Helix. On the other hand the Seekers were ever flighty, touchy feely… they even kissed openly on the streets, pawed at each other’s wings. He couldn’t quite figure out what he felt about that.
"Well, I'm sure... Then what is Helix like? If you won't tell me what you think of my home, tell me what you think of yours?" Sunstorm was only occasionally looking around, just enough not to get them lost. He was far more interested in watching Bluestreak... the grey mech was so cute, so carefully not looking around, or looking everywhere but... the people. It almost seemed to make sense...
Bluestreak flickered his optics and huffed, his door wings bobbing stiffly, the joints acing from being held still so long. He couldn’t help it though, he had been told, time and again, that the Seekers used wings like Helixians used their door wings. Having observed the way one Seeker would tease another into… into… Bluestreak kept his door wings rigid as much as he could when he was out among Vos’ inhabitants. “Solid, quiet, almost as many mountains as there are here… just um, softer? Except the coast line, those cliffs are just as sheer as some of those we saw when the skimmer approached this place. It’s foggier, wetter… and, and people don’t touch as much!” He almost clapped a hand to his dermas as the last slipped out in an almost accusatory tone.
He was so very tense... it couldn't be healthy. And... he had an issue with their touching? How... odd. Really... Sunstorm found that idea very alien. "It sounds... pretty. I've never seen the coast, outside of pictures. I'm not sure I would like the fog much... Its sounds like it would be quite difficult to fly properly. As for the touching... humm..." Sunstorm considered a moment, watching the crowds a little. "We find it reassuring. It lets us know the other is really there, and exactly where he is, and makes it harder to loose each other in crowds." Unless the touching was going further, but Sunstorm decided not to bring that up at the moment, smirking a little.
“That’s… its… its groping an-and c-caresses… in public!” Bluestreak whispered, low and emphatically. He couldn’t wrap his processor around it being acceptable public behavior. No, not even when he glanced ahead and to an optic full of a bright yellow and green seeker pushing another against a wall, yellow hands all over a dark blue aft. Involuntarily he moved closer to Sunstorm, spark thrumming with uncomfortable and unrecognized need.
Sunstorm laughed again, and he simply could not keep from wrapping an arm around Bluestreak, careful of the pretty wing-things. He kept it chaste, as much as his spark wanted to do more, since the grounder had very clearly shown what he thought of that. "Yes... it is. That is, hum... claiming. Like I said, it lets us know EXACTLY where the other is... And we are very passionate. Sometimes, waiting until you're in private is just impossible, and really, why should we wait?"
Bluestreak jerked, for a moment caught between a nearly irresistible urge to press against the larger mech and the ingrained urge to shy away from public displays of affection. The last won and he wrenched himself away, pushing at the golden Seeker with a strange yelp-sob. His spark made a movement, a twist like thing that made his chest hurt for a second. “Don’t! d-don’t touch me…” His distress overrode the control he had and his door wings drooped low, shivering with reaction.
His arms were abruptly empty, and Sunstorm gave a likely-unheard mewl. He liked holding Bluestreak... of course he did. Catching himself just before stroking a drooping door, Sunstorm huffed, doing his very best to keep from showing his disappointment and hurt and not really succeeding. "I'm... sorry, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, really! It's just, I need-" He huffed again, his own golden wings drooping, though not as much as Bluestreak's. "Clearly, we need to talk, but it's going to take some time, I think, so I guess it has to wait..." Bluestreak had said he had to get back, after all...
“It’s not… it’s not at all proper to t-touch like that… I don’t like it!” Bluestreak shivered, he was lying! That made it all worse, he liked Sunstorm’s touch and couldn’t care less that they were in public. But he should care; he shouldn’t want a total stranger’s hands on him. “Can… can’t you just show me the way and then go… I r-really don’t w-want anything t-to do with you!”
"WHY is it not proper to tou- you don't?" Sunstorm's wings drooped even further. "Nothing to do with me? Really...?" No matter how much logic said that Bluestreak didn't, couldn't, actually mean what he said, the words hurt. They hurt a lot... "No. No, I can't. We really, really need to talk. And you need to reassure your brothers first. So I will take you there, and you will reassure them, and then we will talk. ...They can be there too, if they are not busy." Hitching his wings back up in a determined manner, Sunstorm resumed walking.
He had never in his life met someone so rude! Bluestreak conveniently pushed aside the knowledge that he had been just as rude just a second ago. “I don’t want to talk to you! Who are you to just barge in and demand my time?” His lowered door wings and trembling voice betrayed his confusion and fear even if he had stopped stammering.
"I am Sunstorm." There was just the faintest tone of humor in his voice, since that was better to feel than hurt. Bluestreak had relented, a little, not repeating that he wanted nothing to do with him, at least. "As for the rest... that's what we need to talk about, and we will need some time for the full discussion. Believe me... you don't want to hear it in public..." No, not when he was reacting so badly already... dang it. Was that why they had met so young, to ensure enough time...? Sunstorm did not particularly want to be patient...
“That’s not an answer!” Bluestreak nearly shouted, causing several Seekers and other mechs to turn and look at them. To his mortification the Seekers all smiled knowingly and turned, while most of the grounders kept staring strongly at him, them. Ducking his head, the Helixian followed after the Seeker.
Well, everyone knew now. And Sunstorm had cycled back into a mostly good mood, though he was horribly nervous. "No... no, it's really not..." He wanted to reach back and just hold Bluestreak... tell him everything would be okay, it would! There was just... stuff he had to do first. Dang it... He couldn't even touch his resonant without sending him into a panic... his good mood once again faded into annoyance. "It's not far now."
“I just want to go home and recharge!” Home was relative of course; Bluestreak knew he probably wouldn’t see Helix for vorns to come. Not if Prowl managed to get on good terms with the Winglord, then they would stay here and Smokescreen would function as the messenger between Helix and Vos.
"Recharge will have to wait until after we have spoken," Sunstorm said, and dang it again... Bluestreak would not be recharging with him. No... the poor mech would probably deactivate at the suggestion. They were already into the noble aeries, and Sunstorm had to look around a fair bit to make sure he was still leading them to the right place. It had been a while since he'd been here, even for visiting... his family lived further out, on the edges of the noble district. "Here!"
Bluestreak was seething quietly, not really from anger though there was a fair bit of that mixed into it all. He was confused and kept getting more so… why did he want the Seeker to touch him? That was not at all like him! The only people he could remember touching him was his brothers and very vaguely his Creators before the accident. He had never craved anyone’s touch and yet it felt like he craved Sunstorm’s touch. He missed the feel of the larger mech’s hand, arm… wordlessly finding his id-card in his subspace, he showed it to one of the guards at the door. The mech wore the very recognizable colors that told him the Winglord was in… which meant that the negotiations were still going on.
Sunstorm simply stayed quite close to Bluestreak, trying to ignore that part of him that STILL forgot he was a priest and perfectly allowed to be here. Especially if he needed to be, which he did, because he needed to explain things. Really, really needed to explain things. Very soon, please. He was just going to stick with Bluestreak until then. And after... And now was probably not the time for those ideas, not if he intended to actually explain before he jumped the grey mech.
There was really nothing to do but head for the council chamber used in the trade negotiations and wait outside. Well, he could have gone to the suite that had been given them upon their arrival but that was a little too much like… like… like something he would not do! Bluestreak shook his head and tried to not think about his big, golden shadow. At least there were chairs, for grounders and for fliers… he would have felt bad if Sunstorm was forced to stand up while they waited. The Datsun just couldn’t imagine being truly nasty to anyone…
"Do you have any idea if we will be waiting long? Because I doubt either of us are in the mood to be patient..." Sunstorm asked after a little while, draped attractively over the chair for all that Bluestreak seemed determined not to look at him. No one particularly seemed to mind his presence, and there had been more than one knowing glance... He really didn't want to wait long! At least he was able to watch the grey mech... that didn't exactly 'help' his imagination.
“It’s negotiations… if we’re lucky they’ll have a break soon.” Bluestreak’s tone went from annoyed to faintly apologetic, but he kept not looking at the Seeker. Could the Vossians do anything without it looking like an invitation to touch? To have intimate relations…
Very late, it clicked. "Oh! That's what you're here for! I was wondering..." Sunstorm smiled, very pleased with himself. Now if he only could remember who the ambassadors were... oh well, he was almost certain to find out soon. "Well, I'm sure we'll manage until they do have a break. Hum... what's your opinion on the negotiating? I mean, the whole borders thing?"
“Priest! Can I have a moment of you time?” Windsheer was surprised and happy to run across a priest in this aerie, or rather a priest of a low enough rank that he felt able to approach him. He was still respectful and tilted his wings down in entreaty as he neared. For all he knew, the golden Seeker could be busy with an errand from his high priest. The Vossian was too focused on the priest to notice the grounder sitting close by.
“…” Bluestreak had been about to answer when a Seeker he had never seen before called out to Sunstorm. Of course the mech was a priest, and priests never were off duty, not really. He still felt a little… set aside when Sunstorm immediately turned his attention to the intruder.
As long as they didn't end up wanting to GO anywhere... "Yes, I have time, what do you need?" Sunstorm's smile was gentle this time, reassuring, and he was genuinely curious. He would just have to ask his question to Bluestreak again later, but work first. He gestured at one of the other chairs, in case the other Seeker wanted to sit, not that 'permission' was needed.
Windsheer ignored the chair and crouched by the priest, taking a golden hand to press his forehead against. “I need advice… I-I think I have found my mate but… I’m confused? He doesn’t seem at all interested… a-and he is… is noble.”
Bluestreak flickered his optics, that was an incredibly certain way to talk about mates? As if the Seeker could somehow know for certain that a specific mech was his destined mate… that was ridiculous, right?
Well, no-one had ever made the mistake of calling Zephyrus 'subtle'. Sunstorm managed to resist the urge to glance at Bluestreak, taking just a moment to compose his thoughts. "Well... you have spoken to him? Does your spark long to be near him? You know rank is unimportant if he truly is your mate." He pulled his hand free just enough to pet the bowed helmet a little as he waited for an answer.
“I… no, priest… He… he is my employer, o-or his Creator is. I… I keep feeling drawn to him?” Windsheer pressed closer to the comforting presence of a mech that would not judge him, almost rubbing against the gold Seeker's leg.
Goggling at the mechs, Bluestreak was torn between fleeing to give them privacy and... hauling the stranger off of Sunstorm…? This just became more confusing… it wasn’t like he had any right to meddle in a priest's work, especially not a foreign priest working in his own citystate’s capital!
Even he was speaking... or trying to... This was so not the time for his own problems. "Well, talking to him is a good place to start. For all you know, he's been watching you and isn't sure if he should approach," Sunstorm suggested, hand moving down the other's back as he moved closer. He couldn't help but wish it was Bluestreak...
“B-but I can’t just… h-how will I approach?” Windsheer mewled and all but climbed into the priest’s lap. There was nothing wrong with seeking physical reassurance and he really badly needed to be held right now.
Bluestreak’s doorwings rose to an indignant rigid pose and he let his gaze drop to his hands… he just couldn’t believe it! They were acting like lovers in public and he knew for a fact that Sunstorm had just met the mech! Unless this was all some sort of cruel joke… his spark twisted and he had to fight not to return his optics to the Vossian priest.
"You know his name, I hope. So you go up. Ask him if he's busy. If he is, you ask if you can talk to him when he's not busy. Then you talk... Ask him about his day." That should break the awkwardness enough... honestly, walking up and saying hello would probably make everything quite clear. Still soothing the mech, Sunstorm thought for a moment, finally adding, "But do it soon! You don't want to be uncertain for any longer than needed, do you? Just go up and do it, follow your spark!" Passion, after all, came in many forms.
“I will… I promise! May Zephyrus bless your flight, priest.” Windsheer nuzzled the other Seeker’s shoulder vent before he slipped off his lap again. It had helped to talk about it, to be encouraged. It would still take courage to approach the older Seeker, but at least now he had a Priest’s word for it that he might not just be controlled by his less pure urges. Bowing again he backed away and turned to hurry off, he was still on duty after all.
Studiously ignoring his surroundings, Bluestreak only vaguely heard the Seeker leave… his tanks were roiling with conflicting feelings. Sunstorm was a Priest and he was a Seeker, Seekers were touchy feely all the time, including the Winglord with his small scientist mate. Zephyrus was the god of passion…among other things, but passion seemed to be the aspect that the Seekers enthusiastically celebrated. What did the golden priest want with him?
The other Seeker left before Sunstorm could return the blessing, which left him feeling rather odd. Handling that by offering a silent prayer, Sunstorm returned his attention to Bluestreak, a little surprised to find him so rigid. "Bluestreak...? Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't get to hear your answer..." And dang it. He was not welcome to go over there and rub those doors until Bluestreak relaxed... "Blue'?"
“I… I don’t understand this place!” Bluestreak half choked on the words, feeling an upwelling of anger and sorrow, mixed with want and a hot, throbbing feeling in his spark. He wanted to reach out and touch… so badly! But it was all wrong, Sunstorm had just been pawing at another Seeker and… and… one just didn’t touch others just like that. Especially not strangers and Sunstorm was still a stranger.
He was half-way to Bluestreak before deciding that he didn't care. Still, Sunstorm did try to behave himself, half sitting on the floor, much like the other Seeker had but without the 'crawling into lap' part. Dragging a chair over would be too much trouble, and Sunstorm didn't think this had too much touching, he had only grabbed Bluestreak's hand, he was resting most of his weight on the chair or the floor! "You'll learn it, you'll adjust and it will make perfect sense to you!" Stupid not-here brothers... Sunstorm considered the consequences of just interrupting.
“Don’t touch me!” Bluestreak’s chair hit the ground with a far too loud crash and he almost fell over it in his effort to get away from the Seeker. Door wings down along his back, he stopped when he hit the wall. “I don’t want to have anything to do with you! I-I don’t care who or what you are, just leave me alone!”
His initial impulse was to growl, pin Bluestreak to the wall, and just kiss him. The last remains of common sense stopped him from doing that. His next thought was to go and collect the brothers, and Sunstorm took a few steps toward the door before worries of what he might interrupt stopped him. He was sure he'd be allowed, but it would be nice if no more of Bluestreak's family disliked him... Was he really sure he wasn't mistaken... yes. Yes, he really was. "I can't. And you don't really want me to. How angry do you think your brothers would be if we interrupted... Unless you want to make a bigger scene here... it's not like anyone would care..." The chances of Bluestreak willingly going anywhere private with him alone was current nil, it seemed...
“The Winglord is in there!” Bluestreak supposed he was going to be shocked out at some point, he kind of thought that he was getting close. How could the Seeker be suggesting that he interrupt trade negotiations like that? What in all Pit did he think this was… what could be so important that he would risk his Winglord’s anger like that?
"Oh... hum... No, he'd understand. He'd better." Yes, the Winglord most certainly would understand, and might just be glad of the break... Still, it really was an excessive method. Sunstorm did know that, and would really prefer to wait, it just didn't seem that Bluestreak would be able to take that. "Your brothers, how angry would they be? I mean, you're already worked up a lot more than I'd like... But there's no way you'd go to a private room with me without them, isn't there?"
“I’m not going anywhere with you, with or without them!” Bluestreak adamantly crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the twist his spark gave. He just wanted to be left alone, be somewhere far away from the golden Seeker… maybe then the world would make sense again.
"Please stop ignoring your spark like I'm sure you are... And you still haven't answered my question!" Sunstorm was really trying not to get too frustrated, no matter how little sense Bluestreak was making. The Seeker was abstractly aware that he was probably making just as little sense to the grounder, and it was partly his own fault for not even trying to explain things... well, he hadn't known it would take so long! He had just decided that trying to find someone to interrupt probably would be for the best, for all that he really didn't want to make too much of a scene, when the door opened of its own accord and people began to stream out.
Bluestreak nearly jumped when the doors opened and all the minor aides, pages and nobles attending the conference began pouring out of the wide double doors. Seekers, grounders and most of the Helixian delegation including, “Smokescreen!”
Negotiations were actually going very well. Vos really was determined to open their borders. That did not mean they were not tough to play with, they wanted something for something and they knew very well what a thing was worth and how easy or hard it was to harvest, make, move… Prowl was honestly pleased, he had wanted a challenge and that was certainly what he had gotten! His youngest brother’s distressed sounding voice cut right though his thoughts.
To be fair, Sunstorm did mostly stay back. At least far enough back that he wouldn't overhear whispers... Okay, he was hovering still. He had every right to! And, come to think of it, it was good to have a name for one of the brothers... Bluestreak didn't even move to embrace them, merely standing close. Sunstorm wasn't sure what to make of that.
Smokescreen looked up were he heard his name. Hadn't Bluestreak been exploring? But that wouldn't explain why he sounded so... distressed? Wait, that wasn't right at all. It was about as far from right as it could be... "Bluestreak? What is it?"
“I-I… there was this double tower, aerie, it was a temple, well two temples I think, and this priest took me back here and… and now he won’t leave!” Bluestreak lived up to his name, his door wings giving away just how distressed he was as they bobbed and scraped along his back, not once rising to a more neutral position.
Prowl’s door wings were high and rigid, he didn’t much like hearing his family in distress. Sadly they were in a public place, he couldn’t rub Bluestreak’s back or stroke his door wings like the younger mech was practically begging for.
That was as much introduction as he could hope for, and unfortunately it looked as though both of the other Helixians were unhappy. Sunstorm couldn't even blame them... "I'm terribly sorry to have distressed Bluestreak, but I need to talk with him, in private, and he refuses to do that without you present, which I quite understand. It would probably be best if you were there anyway..." Thank Zephyrus, he actually managed to sound somewhat reasonable! Sunstorm had not at all been sure of his ability to be even a little sensible...
Smokescreen gave the bright Seeker a hard look, not at all pleased with the statement, or his younger brother's state. A priest could mean very bad news or very good news... The triple-colored Helixian looked at Prowl for a decision.
“I don’t want to talk to you!” Bluestreak was near hysterical when he turned to face Sunstorm, his door wings quivered and did a quick bob-flare motion before drooping again. “I don’t… I don’t know what I want! Why do you have to be so danged insistent!?”
Prowl might have bought that if it wasn’t that Bluestreak were never rude to people he didn’t know and that little betraying motion of the door wings. He had no idea what was going on but his little brother was flirting with the Seeker. Oh, he was genuinely distressed but… “You might not want to, Blue’, but you will. Priest, if you would kindly follow?” Gesturing down the hall he herded his family unit to their temporary home under a continuing barrage of more and more desperate protests from Bluestreak.
Bluestreak was bored. Vos wasn’t made for ground bounders, though the Seekers had made, were making, a real effort to make their aeries more grounder friendly. The rich part of the main city, the part where the nobles lived, was different because of the relatively high number of ground bound resonants. Bluestreak found it utterly embarrassing to walk around there… the mechs were undeniably happy, but they also acted incredibly openly about touching. And about ‘facing… Bluestreak grimaced at the thought.
Prowl had told him not to take it so seriously, that the Seekers and their mates had a much different view on life then Helixians. He had escaped the noble aeries and was now traversing a part of the city that looked almost as rich, he dared say that some of the very decorated aeries here were larger and taller than the smooth white and amber noble aeries. They also had entrances at the ground levels… too bad he couldn’t read Vosian glyphs.
Still… one of the biggest aeries seemed to attract mechs from all over, fliers and grounders, it was actually a twin aerie and he thought he recognized the colors. They were all over the meeting chambers, and the Winglord wore streamers with the colors of the left aerie when they were having formal dinner with him and his court.
Hesitantly he ventured into this faintly familiar aerie and found both stairwells and lifts. Since he still had no idea what he was in for he took a lift, surprised that it had only one destination in such a big building.
After what seemed like forever, it deposited him under a dusty amber dome surrounded by a garden. Looking around he realized that the top of the aerie had to be flat, and that the different domes he saw were buildings built onto the larger structure, all of it surrounded by a vast garden. It was incredibly beautiful. Tippedding around, he eventually approached the largest of the domes, a thing that seemed delicate for all of its size, made of colored glass and metal which seemed to be missing a lot of the glass panels.
For a long time he stood outside the thrown open golden double doors before quietly inching inside.
Sunstorm was just kind of wandering around. He didn't have much in the way of duties right now, beyond the fairly standard 'go talk to anyone who needs it'. It didn't bother him, he just liked being here, or out in the garden... Motion caught his optic, a very nervous looking grey mech... A grounder, that was somewhat unusual. Poor thing looked like he wasn't sure he was allowed in here! Sunstorm approached slowly, colors seeming to shift as he passed from one patch of tinted light to another, mostly cool greys and blues. It did little to hide his bright gold and cream paintjob! Sunstorm found himself smiling at the idea, he always had enjoyed watching the colors stained glass cast... and he had almost forgotten the visitor! By now, he was quiet close enough to speak... "Hello. Do you need anything?"
Bluestreak had been absorbed in watching the light play, and watching as the breeze played with the strange hanging decorations that chimed soothingly. This was like no other building he had ever been in, Helixian, Praxsian or Vossian…
A second later he nearly jumped half a meter and whirled to meet the exotic golden optics of a Vossian. A large, beautiful Vossian, his armor almost the same color as his optics, with cream highlights and… and wings.
“Ah… ah… I…” Stuttering he just stared, feeling a strange insistent pull in his spark… unable and unwilling to turn away and flee.
"Whoa, didn't mean to... startle you..." Yellow optics, Sunstorm couldn't remember where that meant, seemed to suck him in for a moment. Shaking his head lightly, Sunstorm thought he might remember how to speak... "You're welcome here, you know. Every one is..." He resisted the urge to tug the nameless grey mech to one of the curving bench-slash- lounge areas, figuring that he should at least know what the mech wanted first! Or maybe a name... name, oh! "Oh, forgive me, I'm Sunstorm."
“I’m… I’ll be… um g-going now… s-sorry to disturb…” Bluestreak really did intend to ‘be going’ he just couldn’t manage to move. Suddenly a thrilling note slashed through the soothing sounds of the glass decorations, making the gray mech jump again and finally breaking the spell the golden optics seemed to have over him. Instinctively taking a step closer to the larger seeker, he looked around nervously. “What was that?!”
Now he reached out, partly to comfort, partly to keep this adorable mech from 'going' anywhere! "You've disturbed nothing, why should you go?" Sunstorm tilted his head and smiled. "And that was just somebody overloading, I don't know who... Here, come sit down? I'm sure you came here for a reason..." Sunstorm tugged lightly on the arm he had captured, pulling him exactly where he had just decided not to... "And I still don't know your name?"
“W-what?” Bluestreak felt faint, dizzy… had the mech really just said that it was someone overloading? By Vector Sigma, what kind of a place had he gone into? “B…. Bluestreak, sir, um where a-am I? What kind of a place is this?” He didn’t really resist the larger mech’s gentle guidance, but he looked around himself with nervous optics.
"You don't have to call me sir! In fact, please don't!" Sunstorm laughed lightly, settling Bluestreak into a part of the bench with more of a back. It made him lounge more, but the gray mech seemed to need the support... and he would surely look good that way... "You didn't know? This is the primary temple to Zephyrus. ...He's the god of storms, wind, and passion." Sunstorm added the last bit unsurely. Most people knew that, right? But Bluestreak hadn't known this was a temple...
“A temple? To… Zephyrus, but the Helix temple to him looks nothing like this?” Prowl had made a point of teaching him about all the gods and what they stood for, showing him the temples at the end of each lesson. It had been really interesting, though he hadn’t quite understood all of it. Wait… wait? “Y-you said someone just overloaded in here?” Jerking away from the Seeker, Bluestreak felt a pained tug in his spark.
"Well of course it doesn't, it's in Helix!" Sunstorm said, mewling softly when Bluestreak pulled away. He had not expected to find his resonant this young... nor for it to hit so hard! But he had to take it easy, should calm Bluestreak down... He didn't even know why the other was so worried! "Yes. Someone else will probably overload soon, and the wind will carry the sound..." Sunstorm knew his voice was a little wistful... Well, he liked hearing it, liked causing it for that matter! "Oh! That means you're from Helix, doesn't it?"
“B-but…. This is a t-temple!” Interfacing was a holy act; it was only done between close friends, lovers and bond mates! In private! And this Seeker was casually telling him that people sat around in a temple and… and… Bluestreak whimpered fearfully and pressed further back into the soft, whatever he was on. Would they expect him to overload too? Was that why the golden Seeker had taken him to this place? “Yeah, Helix… I… I really have to… g-go… really!”
"Please... ah... what do you have to do? Maybe I could help?" Yeah... It wasn't like he needed to stay here, and some things... well, yeah. And Sunstorm wasn't thinking clearly beyond 'at least get more information about him!' At least Bluestreak wasn't actively trying to leave... Why was he so skittish? "You're so worked up... Please, tell me what's wrong?" How was he supposed to do anything when the grey mech wouldn't even talk to him?
“I… the trade conference, n-need to get back to it, my brothers will be ner-nervous…” This time Bluestreak managed to force himself to stand. He was terrified at the strange insistent need to stay that he felt. His spark gave a sharp pulse as he took a step away from the golden Seeker, what was going on?!
He was quite simply not letting Bluestreak out of his sight that easily, but this hardly seemed the time to tell him why. Sunstorm thought the Helixian might just deactivate when he found out what a resonant was, let alone... Yeah. He seemed far to hesitant to take to that well right now! "I'll go with you. Make sure you don't get lost..." Sunstorm pinged the supervisor on duty, letting him know what was going on, and was assured his absence wouldn't cause problems.
“Um…” Bluestreak desperately searched for a reason, anything, that would make the golden Seeker leave him alone. Unfortunately he couldn’t really say that he knew the way back to the noble aeries, he had sort of planned on simply aiming for the towering structures and ask for directions when and if needed. “Are… are you sure you um… shouldn’t… um stay and… do whatever it is you do.”
"I'm a priest. Helping people is what I do. I'm not at all ready to let you out of my sight... you're not ready to leave it yet, surely?" Bluestreak had to feel the same way, and Sunstorm wanted to hear him admit it... "Come on, this way. I'm not sure I've ever walked all the way... this will be fun! Do you remember which aerie you're wanted at?" How had he not realized how small Bluestreak was in comparison to him... Not that the difference was nearly as bad as it could be. It was almost a pity the grey mech wouldn't want to be carried, but then, walking gave them more time to talk.
Bluestreak flushed hotly, conflicting emotions and fear clashing violently in his processor. No, he didn’t want to leave the golden Seeker, but he didn’t know why he didn’t want to. He was afraid but also did not know what he feared. There was something about, about Sunstorm that seemed to invade his privacy like… he didn’t know ‘like what’! When the Seeker moved he was following before having decided whether or not to do it, he did not like this! “The… um, the one set aside for negotiations and… political stuff?”
Oh, he was just too adorable...! Sunstorm really was thrilled with the smaller mech... and pleased that the heat cycle had ended, for Bluestreak's sake. "Right. I know it. So..." Once on the ground, Sunstorm needed a moment to look around and get his bearings before he could pick the right direction. "What do you think of Vos, Bluestreak? Are you enjoying your time here?" Get him talking, see how much he knew... Sunstorm badly wanted Bluestreak to want to stay already.
“It’s… different?” Bluestreak wasn’t sure what to say. Not that he was really afraid of insulting the priest, but because… well, yes, just because. He liked Vos, it was incredibly beautiful and heights didn’t bother him at all, what with Helix’s coast line cliffs and high mountains it would have been a crippling fear. There was great beauty here, a delicacy in everything that you did not see quite so readily in Helix. On the other hand the Seekers were ever flighty, touchy feely… they even kissed openly on the streets, pawed at each other’s wings. He couldn’t quite figure out what he felt about that.
"Well, I'm sure... Then what is Helix like? If you won't tell me what you think of my home, tell me what you think of yours?" Sunstorm was only occasionally looking around, just enough not to get them lost. He was far more interested in watching Bluestreak... the grey mech was so cute, so carefully not looking around, or looking everywhere but... the people. It almost seemed to make sense...
Bluestreak flickered his optics and huffed, his door wings bobbing stiffly, the joints acing from being held still so long. He couldn’t help it though, he had been told, time and again, that the Seekers used wings like Helixians used their door wings. Having observed the way one Seeker would tease another into… into… Bluestreak kept his door wings rigid as much as he could when he was out among Vos’ inhabitants. “Solid, quiet, almost as many mountains as there are here… just um, softer? Except the coast line, those cliffs are just as sheer as some of those we saw when the skimmer approached this place. It’s foggier, wetter… and, and people don’t touch as much!” He almost clapped a hand to his dermas as the last slipped out in an almost accusatory tone.
He was so very tense... it couldn't be healthy. And... he had an issue with their touching? How... odd. Really... Sunstorm found that idea very alien. "It sounds... pretty. I've never seen the coast, outside of pictures. I'm not sure I would like the fog much... Its sounds like it would be quite difficult to fly properly. As for the touching... humm..." Sunstorm considered a moment, watching the crowds a little. "We find it reassuring. It lets us know the other is really there, and exactly where he is, and makes it harder to loose each other in crowds." Unless the touching was going further, but Sunstorm decided not to bring that up at the moment, smirking a little.
“That’s… its… its groping an-and c-caresses… in public!” Bluestreak whispered, low and emphatically. He couldn’t wrap his processor around it being acceptable public behavior. No, not even when he glanced ahead and to an optic full of a bright yellow and green seeker pushing another against a wall, yellow hands all over a dark blue aft. Involuntarily he moved closer to Sunstorm, spark thrumming with uncomfortable and unrecognized need.
Sunstorm laughed again, and he simply could not keep from wrapping an arm around Bluestreak, careful of the pretty wing-things. He kept it chaste, as much as his spark wanted to do more, since the grounder had very clearly shown what he thought of that. "Yes... it is. That is, hum... claiming. Like I said, it lets us know EXACTLY where the other is... And we are very passionate. Sometimes, waiting until you're in private is just impossible, and really, why should we wait?"
Bluestreak jerked, for a moment caught between a nearly irresistible urge to press against the larger mech and the ingrained urge to shy away from public displays of affection. The last won and he wrenched himself away, pushing at the golden Seeker with a strange yelp-sob. His spark made a movement, a twist like thing that made his chest hurt for a second. “Don’t! d-don’t touch me…” His distress overrode the control he had and his door wings drooped low, shivering with reaction.
His arms were abruptly empty, and Sunstorm gave a likely-unheard mewl. He liked holding Bluestreak... of course he did. Catching himself just before stroking a drooping door, Sunstorm huffed, doing his very best to keep from showing his disappointment and hurt and not really succeeding. "I'm... sorry, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, really! It's just, I need-" He huffed again, his own golden wings drooping, though not as much as Bluestreak's. "Clearly, we need to talk, but it's going to take some time, I think, so I guess it has to wait..." Bluestreak had said he had to get back, after all...
“It’s not… it’s not at all proper to t-touch like that… I don’t like it!” Bluestreak shivered, he was lying! That made it all worse, he liked Sunstorm’s touch and couldn’t care less that they were in public. But he should care; he shouldn’t want a total stranger’s hands on him. “Can… can’t you just show me the way and then go… I r-really don’t w-want anything t-to do with you!”
"WHY is it not proper to tou- you don't?" Sunstorm's wings drooped even further. "Nothing to do with me? Really...?" No matter how much logic said that Bluestreak didn't, couldn't, actually mean what he said, the words hurt. They hurt a lot... "No. No, I can't. We really, really need to talk. And you need to reassure your brothers first. So I will take you there, and you will reassure them, and then we will talk. ...They can be there too, if they are not busy." Hitching his wings back up in a determined manner, Sunstorm resumed walking.
He had never in his life met someone so rude! Bluestreak conveniently pushed aside the knowledge that he had been just as rude just a second ago. “I don’t want to talk to you! Who are you to just barge in and demand my time?” His lowered door wings and trembling voice betrayed his confusion and fear even if he had stopped stammering.
"I am Sunstorm." There was just the faintest tone of humor in his voice, since that was better to feel than hurt. Bluestreak had relented, a little, not repeating that he wanted nothing to do with him, at least. "As for the rest... that's what we need to talk about, and we will need some time for the full discussion. Believe me... you don't want to hear it in public..." No, not when he was reacting so badly already... dang it. Was that why they had met so young, to ensure enough time...? Sunstorm did not particularly want to be patient...
“That’s not an answer!” Bluestreak nearly shouted, causing several Seekers and other mechs to turn and look at them. To his mortification the Seekers all smiled knowingly and turned, while most of the grounders kept staring strongly at him, them. Ducking his head, the Helixian followed after the Seeker.
Well, everyone knew now. And Sunstorm had cycled back into a mostly good mood, though he was horribly nervous. "No... no, it's really not..." He wanted to reach back and just hold Bluestreak... tell him everything would be okay, it would! There was just... stuff he had to do first. Dang it... He couldn't even touch his resonant without sending him into a panic... his good mood once again faded into annoyance. "It's not far now."
“I just want to go home and recharge!” Home was relative of course; Bluestreak knew he probably wouldn’t see Helix for vorns to come. Not if Prowl managed to get on good terms with the Winglord, then they would stay here and Smokescreen would function as the messenger between Helix and Vos.
"Recharge will have to wait until after we have spoken," Sunstorm said, and dang it again... Bluestreak would not be recharging with him. No... the poor mech would probably deactivate at the suggestion. They were already into the noble aeries, and Sunstorm had to look around a fair bit to make sure he was still leading them to the right place. It had been a while since he'd been here, even for visiting... his family lived further out, on the edges of the noble district. "Here!"
Bluestreak was seething quietly, not really from anger though there was a fair bit of that mixed into it all. He was confused and kept getting more so… why did he want the Seeker to touch him? That was not at all like him! The only people he could remember touching him was his brothers and very vaguely his Creators before the accident. He had never craved anyone’s touch and yet it felt like he craved Sunstorm’s touch. He missed the feel of the larger mech’s hand, arm… wordlessly finding his id-card in his subspace, he showed it to one of the guards at the door. The mech wore the very recognizable colors that told him the Winglord was in… which meant that the negotiations were still going on.
Sunstorm simply stayed quite close to Bluestreak, trying to ignore that part of him that STILL forgot he was a priest and perfectly allowed to be here. Especially if he needed to be, which he did, because he needed to explain things. Really, really needed to explain things. Very soon, please. He was just going to stick with Bluestreak until then. And after... And now was probably not the time for those ideas, not if he intended to actually explain before he jumped the grey mech.
There was really nothing to do but head for the council chamber used in the trade negotiations and wait outside. Well, he could have gone to the suite that had been given them upon their arrival but that was a little too much like… like… like something he would not do! Bluestreak shook his head and tried to not think about his big, golden shadow. At least there were chairs, for grounders and for fliers… he would have felt bad if Sunstorm was forced to stand up while they waited. The Datsun just couldn’t imagine being truly nasty to anyone…
"Do you have any idea if we will be waiting long? Because I doubt either of us are in the mood to be patient..." Sunstorm asked after a little while, draped attractively over the chair for all that Bluestreak seemed determined not to look at him. No one particularly seemed to mind his presence, and there had been more than one knowing glance... He really didn't want to wait long! At least he was able to watch the grey mech... that didn't exactly 'help' his imagination.
“It’s negotiations… if we’re lucky they’ll have a break soon.” Bluestreak’s tone went from annoyed to faintly apologetic, but he kept not looking at the Seeker. Could the Vossians do anything without it looking like an invitation to touch? To have intimate relations…
Very late, it clicked. "Oh! That's what you're here for! I was wondering..." Sunstorm smiled, very pleased with himself. Now if he only could remember who the ambassadors were... oh well, he was almost certain to find out soon. "Well, I'm sure we'll manage until they do have a break. Hum... what's your opinion on the negotiating? I mean, the whole borders thing?"
“Priest! Can I have a moment of you time?” Windsheer was surprised and happy to run across a priest in this aerie, or rather a priest of a low enough rank that he felt able to approach him. He was still respectful and tilted his wings down in entreaty as he neared. For all he knew, the golden Seeker could be busy with an errand from his high priest. The Vossian was too focused on the priest to notice the grounder sitting close by.
“…” Bluestreak had been about to answer when a Seeker he had never seen before called out to Sunstorm. Of course the mech was a priest, and priests never were off duty, not really. He still felt a little… set aside when Sunstorm immediately turned his attention to the intruder.
As long as they didn't end up wanting to GO anywhere... "Yes, I have time, what do you need?" Sunstorm's smile was gentle this time, reassuring, and he was genuinely curious. He would just have to ask his question to Bluestreak again later, but work first. He gestured at one of the other chairs, in case the other Seeker wanted to sit, not that 'permission' was needed.
Windsheer ignored the chair and crouched by the priest, taking a golden hand to press his forehead against. “I need advice… I-I think I have found my mate but… I’m confused? He doesn’t seem at all interested… a-and he is… is noble.”
Bluestreak flickered his optics, that was an incredibly certain way to talk about mates? As if the Seeker could somehow know for certain that a specific mech was his destined mate… that was ridiculous, right?
Well, no-one had ever made the mistake of calling Zephyrus 'subtle'. Sunstorm managed to resist the urge to glance at Bluestreak, taking just a moment to compose his thoughts. "Well... you have spoken to him? Does your spark long to be near him? You know rank is unimportant if he truly is your mate." He pulled his hand free just enough to pet the bowed helmet a little as he waited for an answer.
“I… no, priest… He… he is my employer, o-or his Creator is. I… I keep feeling drawn to him?” Windsheer pressed closer to the comforting presence of a mech that would not judge him, almost rubbing against the gold Seeker's leg.
Goggling at the mechs, Bluestreak was torn between fleeing to give them privacy and... hauling the stranger off of Sunstorm…? This just became more confusing… it wasn’t like he had any right to meddle in a priest's work, especially not a foreign priest working in his own citystate’s capital!
Even he was speaking... or trying to... This was so not the time for his own problems. "Well, talking to him is a good place to start. For all you know, he's been watching you and isn't sure if he should approach," Sunstorm suggested, hand moving down the other's back as he moved closer. He couldn't help but wish it was Bluestreak...
“B-but I can’t just… h-how will I approach?” Windsheer mewled and all but climbed into the priest’s lap. There was nothing wrong with seeking physical reassurance and he really badly needed to be held right now.
Bluestreak’s doorwings rose to an indignant rigid pose and he let his gaze drop to his hands… he just couldn’t believe it! They were acting like lovers in public and he knew for a fact that Sunstorm had just met the mech! Unless this was all some sort of cruel joke… his spark twisted and he had to fight not to return his optics to the Vossian priest.
"You know his name, I hope. So you go up. Ask him if he's busy. If he is, you ask if you can talk to him when he's not busy. Then you talk... Ask him about his day." That should break the awkwardness enough... honestly, walking up and saying hello would probably make everything quite clear. Still soothing the mech, Sunstorm thought for a moment, finally adding, "But do it soon! You don't want to be uncertain for any longer than needed, do you? Just go up and do it, follow your spark!" Passion, after all, came in many forms.
“I will… I promise! May Zephyrus bless your flight, priest.” Windsheer nuzzled the other Seeker’s shoulder vent before he slipped off his lap again. It had helped to talk about it, to be encouraged. It would still take courage to approach the older Seeker, but at least now he had a Priest’s word for it that he might not just be controlled by his less pure urges. Bowing again he backed away and turned to hurry off, he was still on duty after all.
Studiously ignoring his surroundings, Bluestreak only vaguely heard the Seeker leave… his tanks were roiling with conflicting feelings. Sunstorm was a Priest and he was a Seeker, Seekers were touchy feely all the time, including the Winglord with his small scientist mate. Zephyrus was the god of passion…among other things, but passion seemed to be the aspect that the Seekers enthusiastically celebrated. What did the golden priest want with him?
The other Seeker left before Sunstorm could return the blessing, which left him feeling rather odd. Handling that by offering a silent prayer, Sunstorm returned his attention to Bluestreak, a little surprised to find him so rigid. "Bluestreak...? Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't get to hear your answer..." And dang it. He was not welcome to go over there and rub those doors until Bluestreak relaxed... "Blue'?"
“I… I don’t understand this place!” Bluestreak half choked on the words, feeling an upwelling of anger and sorrow, mixed with want and a hot, throbbing feeling in his spark. He wanted to reach out and touch… so badly! But it was all wrong, Sunstorm had just been pawing at another Seeker and… and… one just didn’t touch others just like that. Especially not strangers and Sunstorm was still a stranger.
He was half-way to Bluestreak before deciding that he didn't care. Still, Sunstorm did try to behave himself, half sitting on the floor, much like the other Seeker had but without the 'crawling into lap' part. Dragging a chair over would be too much trouble, and Sunstorm didn't think this had too much touching, he had only grabbed Bluestreak's hand, he was resting most of his weight on the chair or the floor! "You'll learn it, you'll adjust and it will make perfect sense to you!" Stupid not-here brothers... Sunstorm considered the consequences of just interrupting.
“Don’t touch me!” Bluestreak’s chair hit the ground with a far too loud crash and he almost fell over it in his effort to get away from the Seeker. Door wings down along his back, he stopped when he hit the wall. “I don’t want to have anything to do with you! I-I don’t care who or what you are, just leave me alone!”
His initial impulse was to growl, pin Bluestreak to the wall, and just kiss him. The last remains of common sense stopped him from doing that. His next thought was to go and collect the brothers, and Sunstorm took a few steps toward the door before worries of what he might interrupt stopped him. He was sure he'd be allowed, but it would be nice if no more of Bluestreak's family disliked him... Was he really sure he wasn't mistaken... yes. Yes, he really was. "I can't. And you don't really want me to. How angry do you think your brothers would be if we interrupted... Unless you want to make a bigger scene here... it's not like anyone would care..." The chances of Bluestreak willingly going anywhere private with him alone was current nil, it seemed...
“The Winglord is in there!” Bluestreak supposed he was going to be shocked out at some point, he kind of thought that he was getting close. How could the Seeker be suggesting that he interrupt trade negotiations like that? What in all Pit did he think this was… what could be so important that he would risk his Winglord’s anger like that?
"Oh... hum... No, he'd understand. He'd better." Yes, the Winglord most certainly would understand, and might just be glad of the break... Still, it really was an excessive method. Sunstorm did know that, and would really prefer to wait, it just didn't seem that Bluestreak would be able to take that. "Your brothers, how angry would they be? I mean, you're already worked up a lot more than I'd like... But there's no way you'd go to a private room with me without them, isn't there?"
“I’m not going anywhere with you, with or without them!” Bluestreak adamantly crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the twist his spark gave. He just wanted to be left alone, be somewhere far away from the golden Seeker… maybe then the world would make sense again.
"Please stop ignoring your spark like I'm sure you are... And you still haven't answered my question!" Sunstorm was really trying not to get too frustrated, no matter how little sense Bluestreak was making. The Seeker was abstractly aware that he was probably making just as little sense to the grounder, and it was partly his own fault for not even trying to explain things... well, he hadn't known it would take so long! He had just decided that trying to find someone to interrupt probably would be for the best, for all that he really didn't want to make too much of a scene, when the door opened of its own accord and people began to stream out.
Bluestreak nearly jumped when the doors opened and all the minor aides, pages and nobles attending the conference began pouring out of the wide double doors. Seekers, grounders and most of the Helixian delegation including, “Smokescreen!”
Negotiations were actually going very well. Vos really was determined to open their borders. That did not mean they were not tough to play with, they wanted something for something and they knew very well what a thing was worth and how easy or hard it was to harvest, make, move… Prowl was honestly pleased, he had wanted a challenge and that was certainly what he had gotten! His youngest brother’s distressed sounding voice cut right though his thoughts.
To be fair, Sunstorm did mostly stay back. At least far enough back that he wouldn't overhear whispers... Okay, he was hovering still. He had every right to! And, come to think of it, it was good to have a name for one of the brothers... Bluestreak didn't even move to embrace them, merely standing close. Sunstorm wasn't sure what to make of that.
Smokescreen looked up were he heard his name. Hadn't Bluestreak been exploring? But that wouldn't explain why he sounded so... distressed? Wait, that wasn't right at all. It was about as far from right as it could be... "Bluestreak? What is it?"
“I-I… there was this double tower, aerie, it was a temple, well two temples I think, and this priest took me back here and… and now he won’t leave!” Bluestreak lived up to his name, his door wings giving away just how distressed he was as they bobbed and scraped along his back, not once rising to a more neutral position.
Prowl’s door wings were high and rigid, he didn’t much like hearing his family in distress. Sadly they were in a public place, he couldn’t rub Bluestreak’s back or stroke his door wings like the younger mech was practically begging for.
That was as much introduction as he could hope for, and unfortunately it looked as though both of the other Helixians were unhappy. Sunstorm couldn't even blame them... "I'm terribly sorry to have distressed Bluestreak, but I need to talk with him, in private, and he refuses to do that without you present, which I quite understand. It would probably be best if you were there anyway..." Thank Zephyrus, he actually managed to sound somewhat reasonable! Sunstorm had not at all been sure of his ability to be even a little sensible...
Smokescreen gave the bright Seeker a hard look, not at all pleased with the statement, or his younger brother's state. A priest could mean very bad news or very good news... The triple-colored Helixian looked at Prowl for a decision.
“I don’t want to talk to you!” Bluestreak was near hysterical when he turned to face Sunstorm, his door wings quivered and did a quick bob-flare motion before drooping again. “I don’t… I don’t know what I want! Why do you have to be so danged insistent!?”
Prowl might have bought that if it wasn’t that Bluestreak were never rude to people he didn’t know and that little betraying motion of the door wings. He had no idea what was going on but his little brother was flirting with the Seeker. Oh, he was genuinely distressed but… “You might not want to, Blue’, but you will. Priest, if you would kindly follow?” Gesturing down the hall he herded his family unit to their temporary home under a continuing barrage of more and more desperate protests from Bluestreak.