Road' part three.
This is, currently, the last part of the 'prologue'. I plan to bounce all up and down this time-line, as muses speak, but I'll keep the links linear, don't worry. So, now we find out why Roadstead was so unhappy last time.
Oh, also, this 'verse has decided to be sticky, as well as the planned tactile/spark/p'n'p. I don't know how much smut there will be, though, and I will warn for it.
Roadstead still couldn't stop the snarl that the declaration of vulnerability caused, and his hand tightened on Metrodash's shoulder. Finishing the ritual didn't take more than a moment, and didn't require any real thought. “You are mine,” the Seeker said, pulling the red mech closer.
A moment later and they were heading out of the room. The 'facing-play earlier had been a charade, something to cover what was really happening in case Metrodash didn't follow through with his his statement. The red mech had, though, and there was no need to disguise anything now.
Not that they were going to interface. The grounder might be up for it, not that it mattered any longer, but Roadstead was emphatically not. His wings ached and the last thing he had wanted was responsibility for a glitch who could barely even mean his own oaths. That was what he had, though... At least Metrodash was responsible enough to know he was safer as another's pet.
The red mech followed the brown silently, wondering what kind of mech his new keeper was. Smart, it seemed so far. Driven, with a chance and a desire to attain more. So far there seemed to be a line of gentleness to the Seeker which hinted at a human background for the mech, but it wasn't Metrodash's place to ask. All he could do was follow and hope he had made the right choice at least once.
Safely in his room- their room, Roadstead amended, looking at his pet, the Seeker gave in to the need to pace, wings remaining unnaturally still to minimize the airflow over sensitive nodes. “Okay. So fine. … Fine. Why were you there if you weren't even sure you believed our cause?”
“I... thought I could later maybe...” Metrodash was clearly unsure about answering, but Roadstead just waited. What the mech had planned on doing and what he could do now were very separate things. Finally, the grounder powered down his optics and just spoke. “I thought I could take information to the Autobots and actually be something but life here kept being different than I expected and I thought being branded might make things clearer and... Well, it did...”
“Wasn't even your plan? Least I know you're good at following orders,” Roadstead huffed. He sat abruptly, drooping a little. “Just because I didn't want you doesn't mean I'm going to hurt you. Even if I wasn't being watched I wouldn't hurt you. I've been around a couple decavorns. Yes, I'm an OC.” He was sure that Metrodash had guessed, and even if he hadn't, it was best to mention it so the red mech had a better idea of where he was coming from.
“I'll be good. Really. I'll do so well that everyone will be jealous...” Metrodash promised. He wanted to do at least one thing right.
“Just... come here and shut up. I'm tired and snappish and really not in the mood right now. For anything,” Roadstead huffed.
Metrodash just nodded, joining the Seeker on the berth. Maybe in time they could be something like friends, or at least content together. It happened with debts, sometimes. Right now, neither was sure what to do, despite the profusion of examples. Right now, he would just do as he was told, and it would be enough.
Oh, also, this 'verse has decided to be sticky, as well as the planned tactile/spark/p'n'p. I don't know how much smut there will be, though, and I will warn for it.
Roadstead still couldn't stop the snarl that the declaration of vulnerability caused, and his hand tightened on Metrodash's shoulder. Finishing the ritual didn't take more than a moment, and didn't require any real thought. “You are mine,” the Seeker said, pulling the red mech closer.
A moment later and they were heading out of the room. The 'facing-play earlier had been a charade, something to cover what was really happening in case Metrodash didn't follow through with his his statement. The red mech had, though, and there was no need to disguise anything now.
Not that they were going to interface. The grounder might be up for it, not that it mattered any longer, but Roadstead was emphatically not. His wings ached and the last thing he had wanted was responsibility for a glitch who could barely even mean his own oaths. That was what he had, though... At least Metrodash was responsible enough to know he was safer as another's pet.
The red mech followed the brown silently, wondering what kind of mech his new keeper was. Smart, it seemed so far. Driven, with a chance and a desire to attain more. So far there seemed to be a line of gentleness to the Seeker which hinted at a human background for the mech, but it wasn't Metrodash's place to ask. All he could do was follow and hope he had made the right choice at least once.
Safely in his room- their room, Roadstead amended, looking at his pet, the Seeker gave in to the need to pace, wings remaining unnaturally still to minimize the airflow over sensitive nodes. “Okay. So fine. … Fine. Why were you there if you weren't even sure you believed our cause?”
“I... thought I could later maybe...” Metrodash was clearly unsure about answering, but Roadstead just waited. What the mech had planned on doing and what he could do now were very separate things. Finally, the grounder powered down his optics and just spoke. “I thought I could take information to the Autobots and actually be something but life here kept being different than I expected and I thought being branded might make things clearer and... Well, it did...”
“Wasn't even your plan? Least I know you're good at following orders,” Roadstead huffed. He sat abruptly, drooping a little. “Just because I didn't want you doesn't mean I'm going to hurt you. Even if I wasn't being watched I wouldn't hurt you. I've been around a couple decavorns. Yes, I'm an OC.” He was sure that Metrodash had guessed, and even if he hadn't, it was best to mention it so the red mech had a better idea of where he was coming from.
“I'll be good. Really. I'll do so well that everyone will be jealous...” Metrodash promised. He wanted to do at least one thing right.
“Just... come here and shut up. I'm tired and snappish and really not in the mood right now. For anything,” Roadstead huffed.
Metrodash just nodded, joining the Seeker on the berth. Maybe in time they could be something like friends, or at least content together. It happened with debts, sometimes. Right now, neither was sure what to do, despite the profusion of examples. Right now, he would just do as he was told, and it would be enough.