Mask of Words
Title: Dancing
Guest Starring: Sideswipe, Prowl
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Notes: Well Sideswipe, Bluestreak, and Prowl muses finally came home and here is the result.
Only "Blah" is spoken allowed.
Dancing
They stood there, toe to toe, optic to optic, neither willing to give an inch. It was a carefully orchestrated dance, a battle of the minds. Soldier and Officer fiercely focused on their goal. A tense silence enveloped them.
'You won't hurt him. I won't let you,' one pair glittered, optics like chips of ice.
'How dare you. He's mine,' the other set snarled, even as a red arm pulled the mech in question protectively against him. 'Mine to hold, mine to protect, mine to love.'
Doorwings came up in a stark V. 'You love no one but yourself and your twin.' It was an accusatory glare.
'We make an exception for him.' The flames were vehement.
'We? Then why isn't he here?'
'You know exactly why.'
'Exactly. He nearly was slagged, and you're no better. You'll leave him; break his spark' The optics grew even colder.
'I won't let you separate us,' the optics blazed.
'I can and I will.'
'No you won't.' The stare was ferocious. 'I won't let you hurt him like that.'
'Better then you.'
'The pit it is! I'll die for him.'
'Dieing is easy.'
'You think I don't know that?'
'You'll die for him, but will you live for him,' the officer demanded silently
'I can't promise him forever, but I do promise him all I am.' The soldier proclaimed.
'Then you just might do.'
A startled look entered into the other's optics. He had been prepared for a much longer battler
The entire exchange lasted only seconds. Prowl nodded once. “You request my blessing.” His optics softened as he looked at Bluestreak who was tucked into Sideswipe's arms. “And you have it.”
A brilliant smile blossomed across the younger Datsun's face, as the red twin hugged him closer. The young gunner's optics sparkled with emotion. Gratitude, relief, disbelief, and when he glanced at the mech who held him, love.
“Now I have duties to attend to,” and with that Prowl left.
The two lovers barely noticed, as Sideswipe leaned in for a kiss. They just stood there for a moment, lost in each other, and then the Lamborghini pulled back so their lips just barely touched.
“What was that all about?” Bluestreak mumbled, as he placed chaste kiss on the other's lips.
“Just a tango. He only wants what's best for you.”
“You're what's best for me.”
Sideswipe smirked, and pulled the smaller mech in for another kiss.
Only a couple words left.
Guest Starring: Sideswipe, Prowl
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Notes: Well Sideswipe, Bluestreak, and Prowl muses finally came home and here is the result.
Only "Blah" is spoken allowed.
Dancing
They stood there, toe to toe, optic to optic, neither willing to give an inch. It was a carefully orchestrated dance, a battle of the minds. Soldier and Officer fiercely focused on their goal. A tense silence enveloped them.
'You won't hurt him. I won't let you,' one pair glittered, optics like chips of ice.
'How dare you. He's mine,' the other set snarled, even as a red arm pulled the mech in question protectively against him. 'Mine to hold, mine to protect, mine to love.'
Doorwings came up in a stark V. 'You love no one but yourself and your twin.' It was an accusatory glare.
'We make an exception for him.' The flames were vehement.
'We? Then why isn't he here?'
'You know exactly why.'
'Exactly. He nearly was slagged, and you're no better. You'll leave him; break his spark' The optics grew even colder.
'I won't let you separate us,' the optics blazed.
'I can and I will.'
'No you won't.' The stare was ferocious. 'I won't let you hurt him like that.'
'Better then you.'
'The pit it is! I'll die for him.'
'Dieing is easy.'
'You think I don't know that?'
'You'll die for him, but will you live for him,' the officer demanded silently
'I can't promise him forever, but I do promise him all I am.' The soldier proclaimed.
'Then you just might do.'
A startled look entered into the other's optics. He had been prepared for a much longer battler
The entire exchange lasted only seconds. Prowl nodded once. “You request my blessing.” His optics softened as he looked at Bluestreak who was tucked into Sideswipe's arms. “And you have it.”
A brilliant smile blossomed across the younger Datsun's face, as the red twin hugged him closer. The young gunner's optics sparkled with emotion. Gratitude, relief, disbelief, and when he glanced at the mech who held him, love.
“Now I have duties to attend to,” and with that Prowl left.
The two lovers barely noticed, as Sideswipe leaned in for a kiss. They just stood there for a moment, lost in each other, and then the Lamborghini pulled back so their lips just barely touched.
“What was that all about?” Bluestreak mumbled, as he placed chaste kiss on the other's lips.
“Just a tango. He only wants what's best for you.”
“You're what's best for me.”
Sideswipe smirked, and pulled the smaller mech in for another kiss.
Only a couple words left.