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Sunny Disposition	By : paw07 Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 5677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 9: Accepting and Rejecting
Ratchet had heard about what had happened with the stretcher stick, and it had been awkward to say the least because apparently… everyone else had heard of how Sunstreaker had overloaded in the hall as well.
At least no one really knew why though.
That wasn’t the worst part though, after becoming nearly deaf from Ratchet’s vocals, Sunny was sent back to his room… to find the light on. A part of him, small and warm, thought for a moment that it was his brother, that this a day from yesterdays… a time in the past where his brother would look up from his perch on his berth as call him…
“Oh… Sunstreaker.”
… Sunny. He was supposed to call him Sunny because he hated it, absolutely detested it, but it always was alright if Side’s did it. He just reminded his brother he hated that name so no one else would pick up the habit. Sadly, this wasn’t Sideswipe and it was probably best; besides being angry, Sunstreaker was also far too ashamed to be with his brother… he could never combine sparks with his brother ever again unless he wanted to be court marshaled.
And quickly disowned by his only family.
“Hound… what are you doing here?” The twin asked, wondering if he could just grab some things and leave though… he was really tired.
The green mech put on a forced smile and added, “We… I needed a place to sleep so Prowl put me here.”
Sunny was silent for a long time and then added, “Oh… “
For a moment the two of them stared at each other and then Hound rubbed the back of his head, smiling, “Well… its nice in here. Roomy.”
Sunstreaker’s vents struggled not to whimper in misery and slowly he nodded, stating, “Yeah, it’s great… Just don’t touch my things. The shower is rather cold so I recommend the public showers. I’m going to take one regardless and then go into recharge… if you stay up late, please use the lamp.”
Not waiting for a reply, Sunny shut the door and turned on the freezing water. From that point, he did the only thing he could. He prayed that Primus would be kind of him and cover the sound of his weeping; regardless, when he came out what felt like hours later, Hound couldn’t look him in the optic.
He had heard him… hadn’t he?
And so that was how the week progressed, a silent stiffness around everyone besides Hound who only got ‘good mornings’ and ‘turn on the lamp’ and an occasional inquiry on what he was reading if only to kill the silence. He hadn’t seen Sideswipe once during this time. Prowl’s over thinking was finally useful as far and Sunny was concerned.
Yet, the world had suddenly seemed stagnant.
It seemed that Sideswipe’s return had somehow stained his dream of Megatron, and Bluestreak was a constant reminder of that. Though the young mech never came forward to speak with him, it was almost as if Sideswipe himself had walked by with his cod piece open stating that Sunny couldn’t have this anymore. He wasn’t good enough.
Not that he needed his brother… he had Megatron. Yes, it was a wrong. There wasn’t a fiber in his being that didn’t tell him it wasn’t wrong. He knew he should be disgusted by the thought of the warlord’s oral fluid mixing with his when they kissed, and the thought of his touch should burn like that of red irons. Mostly, he should be trying to claw his innards out to get rid of that wretched part that sloshed with Megatron’s fluids: his birthing chamber.
Regardless, Sunny’s chamber actually seemed to throb with a pleasurable warmness as it slowly absorbing a small part of the warlord.
He actually smiled at the thought as he read his data-pad, forgetting someone else was in the room until he heard a small chuckle come from the opposite side of the room and for a moment, in a haze, he thought it was Sunny only to push away the mist and reveal who was there.
Hound, again, like every night for the past week.
The mech was staring at him with a faint smile, slowly putting down the sand garden he had been playing with, a gift surprisingly from Prowl it seemed. The tactician was greatly interested in the idea of mediation, or so it was rumored. Though it did make sense, he was inhumanly calm sometimes.
“Didn’t know you actually had a smile like that… you should smile more often. People might not be put off by your silent behavior then,” stated Hound, his voice almost a norm at this point, and despite how much Sunstreaker wanted to resent that comment he just managed to glare.
This was a testing moment, Sunstreaker knew it. They had been in the same room for nearly a week and had not had any really bonding or destructive moments. Basically, Hound was wondering if Sunstreaker was going to bound across the room and rip him to shreds or chuckle at him.
Instead, Sunstreaker threw a beanbag-chair (pillow in a transformer’s case) at the other in almost a playful manner.
Hound wasn’t so bad. Perhaps loneliness was the only reason he was only able to act somewhat playfully before stating, “Whatever… I’m going to the car wash… be back later. Don’t get sand on my pillow.”
Optics onlined and offlining in shock, Hound frowned and then smiled,” Alright, but I’m keeping the pillow until I see that smile again, and since you are going out… Bluestreak’s been looking for you.”
Sunstreaker almost stalled at the door in a type of revulsion, but forced himself forward and out of the door without another word despite the fact that his mind now wondering about, It was searching for the answers as to why Blue would ever want to talk to him again.
In fact, even when he got back from town, his mind was running circles around him.
Did Sideswipe want to apologize through his lover?
Did Bluestreak want to apologize for the whole situation?
Did they just want to yell at Sunny for being an aft?
Who knew? Sunny sure didn’t, and he was just going to ignore the youth with as much determination as he did Sideswipe. As far as he was concerned, Bluestreak was now a part of Sideswipe’s being and thus had to be hated and regarded as a pariah, a traitor to the spark.
Yet, Prowl had supported that ideal when it came to Sideswipe, placing rooms and shifts far from each other. He did not calculate such steps for Bluestreak though. So when they little, gray mech suddenly appeared in the corner of his vision, the Lamborghini resisted the urge to rise to his feet and punch the other’s face in. He just settled for ignoring the other… despite how many optics were watching. As far as he was concerned, there was no mech standing next to his table asking in a meek voice, ‘If he could sit here.’
It wasn’t until the strain pulled itself throughout the whole rec. room that Ironhide, with a grunt, rose to leave for his shift, gripping Sunny’s shoulder as he was leaving, hissing, “I believe the kid ask’d you a question.”
Shrugging off the old mech’s touch, Sunstreaker reluctantly looked up from his cube and in the most emotionless tone he could muster, stated, “Sit where you want, Bluestreak. I don’t care.”
He then went back to sipping his second cube, reading the data-pad he had gotten from Teletran1. It was battle tactics on Megatron. In truth, some would think it was so he could try taking on the brute again, but in actuality… the document had pictures.
After an awkward moment of silence, the rec. room slowly regaining its buzz like a marsh full of mosquitoes, and Bluestreak sat down placing two cubes with him… one most likely for his traitor brother. A silence hung before the youth finally whispered, “I know you don’t want to talk to me.”
“Really,” said Sunny bitterly, not looking up from his reading. “I thought the blatant way I was ignoring you was fairly obvious. Now say what you wanted to say and get out of my face. As far as I’m concerned your presence is just as nauseating as my brothers… what happened in our room the other day was not forgiveness.”
Blue swallowed, recalling the moans that had drifted out of the door and then the dry cry that had followed after. He also didn’t want to remember the energon dripping down the other’s leg, but Sideswipe had practically begged him… he had to do this.
Biting his lip component for a moment, Blue finally asked, “Sideswipe knows that… he’s still going to try really hard, but this is about something else.”
Sunstreaker was still looking at his data-pad before he finally bit out, “And what does that slagger want?”
He wanted to add slut or whore to that sentence, but refrained. He was angry. He was enraged that the other would have the audacity to sit at the same table as him, but as long as he had his pleasure… his Megatron to remind him of jubilation. He could refrain.
If only these were more than pictures, though he was sure that there would be all out panic if there was a real Megatron sitting with him as he consumed his energon, rubbing his lower back in a sensual manner. It was a nice thought though.
Bluestreak’s optics looked hurt, but he sucked it up and finally stated, “Sideswipe heard about what had happened in the hall… with Blaster and then there was the desperation in the room the other day. He wants to know if you need… if your spark is… stable?”
Sunny had forgotten about his data-pad and his optics gained a harsh glint, “I don’t need him to frag me… OR ANYONE ELSE!” He added, raising his voice since he knew the rumor going around all too well. It seemed that the gossip had died down a little though since he hadn’t ‘raped’ Hound in his recharge yet.
“If I need to be fragged, I have fingers,” he hissed, watching the younger mech look away in embarrassment.
A moment of awkward silence followed after… the whole room was rather silent as well, before Sunny signed and asked softly, “You can tell him my spark is fine. I was just playing … with a toy Ratchet gave me.”
Bluestreak seemed to sag in relieve, a sad smile on his face, stating, “I’ll tell him! He just really wants to make sure you are okay and … to talk to you.”
“He betrayed my trust!” barked Sunny, his spark hammer painfully in his chest before he noticed he was being stared at by higher officers. He quickly dropped his head as he stated in a softer voice, “It will take much more than a little apology from either of you to regain my trust… and a lot of time.”
Slowly nodding his head, Blue’s optics got bright and he actually jump to his feet smiling in a way only Blue could, “But you will one day forgive him, right?”
Only if he can forgive me… though Sunny, before adding verbally, “He is my brother… but that day is not today. And don’t you dare hug me! You could have told me as easily as Sideswipe about your relationship.”
The gunner, who looked like he was about to jump over the table in his joy, stopped and nodded, his voice happy; the stress that had been in the room now seeming to deflate like everyone was holding their breath. None of the slaggers could keep to their own conversations it seemed. Regardless, Sunny didn’t know why he offered the gunner hope as he reached for his cube, but he did love his brother and he was just too tired to fight about it right now. His spark just felt like it was deflating, stinging even.
Bluestreak always did have a nice smile thought… and when he was confused was even cuter.
“Umm… Sunstreaker,” added the youth, seeming bemused now as he started rambling, “Not that I’m upset or anything, not wanting to ruin the mood, Plus, it’s right across the room, But perhaps if you may. I was just…”
Well, at least this was normal. Blue never did know when to shut up.
“Just out with it,” added the yellow brother as he took a sip.
“Well,” finally came the gray mech, “it’s just that you already drank two cubes of your own rations and are about to start on Sideswipe and mine. Sides has limited rations as part of his punishment.”
The yellow twin froze, optics going bright as he noticed two empty cubes in front of him yet he was starting on a third one? He quickly checked his systems. They were all full, content, not even a shortage of energy. So why were his systems bidding him to fill his reserves? It wasn’t like he was planning on rocketing through space in nothing but an armored protoform or going to go days without drinking… so why?
Putting the cube down he hummed and stated out loud for Bluestreak more than himself, “Sorry, for some reason my system is trying to fill all my reserves. I must be getting a virus and my system knows it.”
Bluestreak frowned, adding, “Well, better do a quick scan while you are in recharge, because it can be really bad to be sick. Like when Spike was sick and then Sparkplug and then Carly. So…”
He put a hand up, grumbling, “I get it… get rid of it before someone else gets it and Ratchet hands me my aft. Now… leave me alone. My patience is wearing thin.”
Yet, despite his cold attitude, Blue left the room with a skip in his step. He saw a little hope at the end of the tunnel. The gunner might have even stopped to give Hound, who was heading in the opposite direction, a hug if the mech didn’t look dead on his feet. Must have been what Sunny was catching.
…
Ratchet wandered down the hall away from his medbay, thinking.
He had finally asked the shuttle if he had been having relations with Sunstreaker. The scientist had sputtered, blushed and whimpered, ‘No… um, I haven’t been with anyone in a … long time. Though Sunsteaker is very good looking if that’s what you were inquiring to.’
Now that was just frustrating. Had one of the mechs had an enlargement and not informed him of it? He wouldn’t put it past Cliffjumper. That mech always liked things bigger, but who else would have the audacity to do that on their own?
Regardless, he was the only one with the skills to successfully do that and he wouldn’t waste parts on something so useless. Not that he didn’t like a good fragging as much as the next mech, and he did know how to appreciate a large spike, but it was just impractical in war-time. That metal could be used for far more needed equipment.
Things were just not adding up… something had to be wrong. And the one weekly visits he had had with Sunny had revealed nothing except that Sunny was most likely sexually repressed and liked parodies. No real surprise in either one of those, given Sideswipe’s prank wars that he would sometimes rope Sunny into.
He still had to figure this out… what caused…
“Afternoon, Ratchet.”
Hearing another mech’s words echoing in his thoughts, he looked up to see a very lethargic looking Hound wandering up to him, practically asleep on his feet. He placed out a hand and stalled the other immediately, asking, “Hound… you look exhausted. Have you not been recharging well?”
The green mech sighed and then shrugged before stating, “Not really, especially last night.”
Ratchet went stiff. He knew they were just rumors about Sunny jumping someone, but he added, “It’s not… Sunstreaker is it? He hasn’t been inappropriate or anything, has he?”
Hound perked up, catching the undertones and suddenly feeling embarrass having heard a thousand dirty jokes just like that one this week. He quickly shook his head and stated, “N-no… at least not that way. Well… the stretcher thing is inappropriate he’s been trying to hide from me, but nothing towards me personally.”
Frowning, he inquired, “Be a little more specific, will you?”
“Well,” rubbing the back of his head, he stated feeling a bit guilty in ratting his roommate out, “He’s been talking in his recharge, moaning really. About Sides, and Blue and strangely old Megs… the slagger must have hit him really hard the other day if he still dreams about being in pain.”
Ratchet frowned, asking, “Well, let me give you a nice code sequence that will block out nightly noises like that… but do tell me more.”
…
It had been a hard day, the sun setting outside.
Not physically, but emotionally. His very spark hurt. Perhaps that was why he had been so tired recently. So it really irritated him that he woke up nearly a human hour or two before he even needed to get up. He quickly grumbled and beadily looked over at his roommate. Hound’s back was turned to him and was still pleasantly recharging.
What had woke him up then?
He turned his attention to the door at that moment and waited for the door to be knocked on. When that didn’t happen his face scrunched up, wondering what the pit had stirred him from his black oasis of silence when there was a soft blink on his Hub.
His optics went wide and before he could stop himself, he turned his head over the side of his berth and releasing the contents of his tank. He didn’t even care that he woke Hound from his recharge as he released his contents again and again until there was nothing left, the tubing in his throat constricting and making him choke each time it failed to pull nonexistent fuel from his now empty tank.
He didn’t care if Hound was now sitting up, optics bright in surprise and worry, asking him what was wrong.
He just kept trying to get the filth out of him. He had to get it out. It didn’t matter that his whole form was shaking from the effort. He just couldn’t… stomach it. His HUB had to lying to him. The message was too impossible, too dire. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. All he could do was lean over his berth in the half-dark. He wanted to cry out to his brother’s spark and have him come and tell him his HUB was lying to him, that it was a bad dream. He had just woken up. It had to be a dream. It had to be. There’s no way. The last person he … it was just … it had to be … he must have been imagining … it was impossible … it was lying too –
Suddenly there was a soft hand on his shoulder and Sunny jump, choking a whimper back as he sat up and looked Hound in the optic, the other’s words finally reaching him in his moment of incomprehensible horror.
This wasn’t a dream.
“Sunstreaker… you okay? Was it some bad energon or do I have to call Ratchet to come look at you? For a moment I thought you were really in a bad way, shaking like that,” stated Hound, looking the other over with a medical optic. He was no medic, true, but he could do basics for a field patch.
Sunny just stared at the other, his optics so bright it was almost blinding to look right at them in the dark.
It wasn’t until the silence dragged on for a minute or two, that Sunny was barely able to whisper, “M-must have been. L-let me clean it up.”
His voice was a daze, his hands shaking and Hound was quick to put out a palm and stop the other, stating, “No, just lie back down. I’ll clean it up and give you a little energon from my private stock. If you don’t seem better in the mornin’, we go to Ratchet. Okay? Don’t want to wake old Hatchet at such an hour.”
Sunny nodded his head, still in a daze as Hound offered him a half cube of light-grade energon. The green mech even helped him raise it to his lips, almost forcing him to drink. Yet, Sunny muttered a thanks, not even noting the other kept throwing worried glances as he laid back down. His entire system was in shock, his optics still on bright, anything but sleep was coming to him tonight.
It had to be wrong.
It HAD to be. If it was true: it was not okay, he should be pulling out tubing in his abdomen right now, trying to rid himself of it, but he was too stunned to do much more then lay there and listen to his roommate clean up his mess.
He had to think this through.
There was no way he was Heavy with a sparklet. There was no way his shark had been nursing a little orb right next to his for over a months now, having finally stabilized it and now willing to drop it into his birthing chamber so the sparklet could start its protoform. The systems just needed to gain acceptance in order to drop the partially developed spark. The command was actually blinking softly on his HUB at this very moment. B-but it was illogical. Twins were only half a spark… and he was male. There hadn’t been a male Carrying since the golden age… there were just too many variables.
Yet… here he was, HUB blinking that the chamber was full of nanites, reserves full, and the spark was stabilized… it was time to accepted the sparkling’s drop so it could start to grow and expand inside him.
Like a squirming, worming little parasite.
He nearly upchucked again at the horror of such a realization, images of something squirming in his systems making him throwing his hand over his mouth to stop him from losing the energon Hound had just given him. The green mech would be pulling him to Ratchet’s in an instant… and there was no way to hide this once Ratchet plugged into his HUB for an examination.
He had to hide this… get rid of this… Megatron had to be kept a secret. This parasite was a mistake.
He…
He…
He would just have to reject it, ignore the request for the sparkling’s drop into his chamber. Soon or later the little spark would just die without the ability to drop and it would be as if it had never happened. Too bad with the request though… there was nothing but a ‘Yes’ option. He’d just have to keep putting it off.
Sooner or later it might die. Right?
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