Rating: T
Chapter 4
C.M.D: Since the start of the new year, I've been taking my time gathering, editing and re-posting all my fics that were removed from Fanfiction.net, all so that I could finally get back to writing. It's been so great to let my muses out to play and thus you all have an extra long chapter to enjoy this Valentine's weekend! With all my love, please enjoy~
“Slaggit...! Should have scoped out a
hiding place before this!,” Lyzack growled to herself, reaching the
corner of another hallway, before whistling. She leaned casually
against the wall, checking the other two conjoined hallways
frequently as there came a clanking shuffle from up behind her;
Hellbat, still weak, carrying her unconscious brother. She glanced at
them, her worried optics taking in Leozack's ravaged frame, and
cursed her stupidity again.
“We can't keep going like this,”
the femme muttered softly, “We're gonna get caught at this rate and
Leozack needs medical attention immediately.”
“Perhaps.... lower decks...?,”
Hellbat suggested sparingly. Though in better shape than Leozack, he
was still recovering from his near brush with death. This much
strain, so soon after onlining, was becoming too much for his frame
to handle.
“We have no choice,” Lyzack agreed.
“My room is out of the question and I don't have the clearance to
get to more private rooms. As much as I hate to admit it, storage
rooms are our only options at the moment.”
Venting irritably, the femme took the
lead again, heading up the left corridor to make sure there were no
witnesses to be had. Again, fortune was on her side and she signaled
for Hellbat to follow. They only had a few more hallways to go before
they reached the first level of the storage decks. With any luck,
there'd be no guards still, but then came the hardest part....
Somehow, Hellbat and Leozack would have
to remain undetected while Lyzack headed to medbay to gather some
tools for her brother's repairs. Her medical knowledge was barely
minimal, but it would have to suffice. No one would help her at this
point. After that, a ship and a reasonable stock of energon would
need to be procured, because freeing Leozack had made them all
fugitives, and the three jets needed to escape before Deathsaurus
discovered what had transpired. Only once the threat of their
Emperor's claws was no more could Lyzack then rest easily.
Scouting up another hallway quickly,
the femme felt her spark seize in her chestplates as the long shadow
of dragon wings began wrapping around the corner.
xxXxXxx
“He's GONE?!”
Deathsaurus' roar shook the entire
room, sending the poor Destron tumbling to the floor. Watching from
the sidelines, Star Saber felt a sympathetic twinge for the shaking
guard slowly rising, astutely aware of the breastanimals fidgeting
for a fight upon the podium. Facing off against the dragon-former's
anger was not something anyone could easily manage. “T-the... the
guard on watch w-was attacked,” the trembling 'bot continued his
report, “H-he was found d-during shift c-change. L-leozack's cell
w-was not t-too far away a-and the bars were d-deactivated. O-on
further inspection, w-we found h-him gone.”
“Cut free?,” Deathsaurus demanded.
The smaller Destron nodded.
Star Saber spoke up then, “That means
it was a rescue.”
The Destron Emperor turned, glaring at
the Cybertronian, before he started up an angry pacing. Tigerbreast
and Eaglebreast kept their distance wisely, ruffled still with their
master's rage, watching and waiting.
“...find Lyzack,” the dragon-former
hissed, denta bared. “Find her and check on Hellbat's status. I
know she had a hand in this!”
“No, wait,” Star Saber said to the
nodding guard. The Destron paused, torn, looking between the two
former commanders.
“Star Saber....,” Deathsaurus
growled, turning to the other mech, “This does not concern you!”
“Don't send a hunting squad after
Lyzack, Deathsaurus! She has made no crime,” the multi-coloured
mech protested, standing his ground even when the dragon-former
loomed over him, claws brandished in silent threat. The guard himself
made a hasty retreat for the door.
“You can't keep doing this,” Star
Saber continued, glaring, “We are at peace! You have failed -twice
now!- at an execution; take this as the sign it is and release your
need for energon! Your people don't wish for a million stellar cycles
more of war... and neither do I.”
Deathsaurus only leaned in closer,
summoning his blade, while Eaglebreast and Tigerbreast tensed in
anticipation. “You will either stand down now, Star Saber, or I
shall strike you where you are. The execution will remain scheduled
and I will punish those that go against my commands,” he snarled,
optics flaring as his patience waned and his anger exploded. “Leozack
shall die and that is final!”
“To what purpose would that serve?,”
a third vocalizer interjected, surprising the two mechs, who turned
to face the newcomer.
Back straight and servos folded
demurely before her, Esmeral strode forward; the beautiful vision of
a docile queen. Yet her flared wings and brightly, burning optics
cast that poor illusion aside. “My mate and lord,” she spoke,
coming to a stop a few steps short of the two commanders, “Why do
you roar? Is your need for war so great that you rage over Leozack's
disappearance instead of taking notice to you own people's wishes?”
“How did you-?” Esmeral cut off
Star Saber's flabbergasted question with a swipe of her servo, not
once taking her optics off of the silent Destron before her.
“Your people, my Emperor,” she
added, “Are tired from this long war. They are tried of living in
desolation and are tired of losing loved ones to your conscription
notices. We have peace at last- why do you need to see another 'bot
cease to function?”
“You understand nothing,”
Deathsaurus replied callously. He returned his sword to subspace,
publicly insulting Esmeral as he shook his servo dismissively at her.
“Leave, Esmeral. You have other duties to take care of and this
does not concern you.”
The smaller dragon-former spread her
wings indignantly, stepping forward so her mate could not turn away;
his lip components curled over large fangs at her continued
persistence. “On the contrary, Deathsaurus,” Esmeral said, using
the Destron's designation instead of his title. The mech quietly
snarled at the disrespect but the femme returned the sound with the
fierceness of her own glare and stern expression. “The people are
my duty and they turn to me when you refuse to even hear their pleas!
Since your departure, it is my rule that has been in affect, and
though you may call yourself 'Emperor', you hold no power in this
fortress. Only a threat.”
Esmeral stepped closer when the larger
dragon-former leaned over her, his fists wavering at her sides as he
shook with rage. “How dare you-?!”
“I have talked with Star Saber,”
she added, unafraid by how close the other Destron loomed, “And I
believe his course of action is best. I love you, my spark, but you
have agreed to a time of peace for our people. Yet, for that to
maintain, we need the guidance of someone whose initial desire is not
for destruction or revenge. This personal vendetta you seem to have
for the poor Leozack, and in extension Hellbat, must come to an end!
Do you not see how your persistence towards a barely justifiable
political murder is hurting our people already?”
Deathsaurus opened his mouth but could
utter no response. Instead, his helm turned, bloody glare lighting on
the silent Star Saber, still standing off to the side, worried. He
cringed at his ex-friend's hateful gaze, shuttering his optics in
surprise when Esmeral pinched one of the Destron's horns
disapprovingly.
“Enough!,” she told Deathsaurus, as
he returned his attention to the femme, “Leozack -along with Lyzack
and Hellbat- are under my protection. You will not know where they
are and you shall not come near them until you have resigned this
urge to have either of their helms. The war is over, my love. Your
people need this... All of need this...”
Slowly, Esmeral stepped back, wings
folded and the anger wiped clean from her own face. “Even I need
this....,” the femme quietly finished, a silent vent escaping her.
Seeing that Deathsaurus still had not
relaxed his stance, the smaller dragon-former shook her helm sadly,
turning to Star Saber. “Star Saber,” Esmeral politely started, “I
would like to sit down and talk with you some more. Would you be able
to give me some of your time now?”
“Y.... yes,” the Cybertronian
answered quickly. He too glanced at Deathsaurus and was saddened to
see the mech merely turn away from them both, storming back to his
throne and staring out into the black expanse of space. “Yes, I
would like to sit down with you, Lady Esmeral,” he added, facing
the other Destron again.
Smiling, though not with entire joy,
Esmeral turned and kindly gestured for Star Saber to follow. The
supreme commander did so silently; pausing and waiting when Esmeral
stopped for a moment in the doorway, turning back to the
dragon-former ignoring the both of them.
“We shall be in my quarters, if you
wish to discuss at any point the future of our people,” the femme
gently called out. “Please don't hold onto this hatred, my love...”
Cruel silence met her words and with
all the grace of a true queen, Esmeral turned away and continued her
exit out of the throne room. Star Saber followed, his spark hanging
low with his guilt. He had never meant to involve the Empress in his
struggles for peace with Deathsaurus, and yet this had come about,
bringing a harrowing strain to the relationship between the two
Destrons. Despite her back to him as they walked, the Cybertronian
was vastly aware of the tears that glazed the femme's dim optics.
xxXxXxx
Lyzack hovered over her twin, brushing
Leozack's plating intermittently, taking care to avoid the worst of
his wounds. The fear that had filled her spark at the sight of dragon
wings earlier could have nearly snuffed it out, yet Primus must have
finally been on her side. Not to the Destron Emperor did those wings
belong, but instead the ever-merciful Esmeral, who had at once taken
the trio to a safe place to hide. Leaving them with clean materials,
tools and even energon, Esmeral had shortly departed, and Lyzack
sprang into action.
It was not that she didn't trust Lady
Esmeral, but her understanding of Deathsaurus was vast and she could
not trust that his mate's protection would deter the larger
dragon-former for long. Hellbat had relinquished her brother over to
the femme's grasping servos, watching weakly from the corner of the
room as the smaller tomcat scrubbed and cleaned and mended all of
Leozack's more manageable wounds. With the coating of energon and
grime gone, the lieutenant commander looked less frightful, but the
long scratches and dents across his frame still ached the spark.
“Oh, brother....,” Lyzack vented
softly, stroking the mech's lion mane. She didn't have the materials
to make him more cosmetically appealing and after such a long orn,
she was barely able to do anything more. The femme was merely glad
that for a time they were safe and Leozack was not in danger of
bleeding to non-function. A long, good recharge would be necessary
shortly.
A small shuffle reminded the tomcat of
their additional guest, and she glanced up, catching sight of Hellbat
half-slumped over in his little corner. Now that Leozack was cleaned
up, Hellbat looked the worse for wear, and it showed in his
flickering optics. Yet he just sat there, not even having sipped from
the energon cube at his side; staring silently at Leozack, still
unconscious, on the berth. Lyzack moved to block the rafale's view.
It was cruel, she knew, but the femme
did not care for the spy. It was his fault that Leozack had rushed
into a fight with Deathsaurus. Because of Hellbat, her brother had
been beaten, imprisoned and sentenced to death. If the blue mech had
offlined as he was supposed to, none of this would have happened, and
Lyzack would not be here again; petting the battered frame of her
unconscious twin. Hellbat's only use had been getting the teal mech
free and carrying him to safety -beyond that, he was no longer
needed, and his allowance to even touch Leozack had finally expired.
Lyzack would have thrown him out of the
room as well if she knew it wouldn't give away her and her brother's
safe haven.
“Leozack....,” the femme mumbled
quietly, her spark aching again, “Please.... wake up soon. Come
back to me.”
There was a beep from the door,
announcing someone's entrance, jolting the tomcat to her pedes in a
panic. “L-lady Esmeral!,” she cried as the dragon-former entered
through the opening doors. Lyzack took an uncertain step back,
blocking Leozack from view, as a second mech followed.
“Lyzack,” Esmeral smiled kindly,
holding a servo to the larger mech, “I would like you to meet Star
Saber. The former Cybertronian Supreme commander.”
“Please, Lady Esmeral,” the
multi-coloured mech said, his optics glancing politely at the femme,
“You don't need to defer to me as the supreme commander. We are no
longer at war; military titles are unnecessary. Just call me Star
Saber.”
The Empress chuckled warmly, her
smiling growing an inch. “Then I ask that you merely call me
Esmeral as well.” Pausing, she turned to the still tense Lyzack,
her optics sympathetic. “Lyzack.... please, be at ease. Star Saber
is here to help. You and your brother have nothing to fear. The
people and even Star Saber's mechs stand by Leozack; they do not wish
to see him executed either and will ensure that it does not take
place.”
“Perhaps....,” Star Saber softly
spoke up, in the face of Lyzack's visible disbelief, “This may help
your opinion.” With a wave behind him, another mech strode in, much
smaller than the supreme commander but still very obviously a
Cybertronian. The newcomer smiled kindly at Lyzack, lifting a large
medical kit up.
“I'm here to help with the rest of
Leozack's repairs. Would you allow me to come closer?”
This was.... This was unbelievable.
Like some sort of sick yet hopeful dream. Lyzack hesitated, torn,
before realizing her helm was slowly nodding its consent to Braver.
With no choice left, the femme slowly stepped to the side, allowing
the Cybertronian scientist access to her twin. Sitting again, she
watched as he set to work finalizing the rest of Leozack's repairs.
Lady Esmeral turned away from the small
group, turning her attention next to the silent rafale collapsed in a
corner of the room. “....we must get medical attention for
Hellbat,” she said to her companion. “I'm afraid that whatever
Lyzack did to rouse him was rash -it's not been doing well on poor
Hellbat's frame and I'm unsure of what lasting damage may have come
about due to it.”
“Yes,” Star Saber agreed, “I
shall summon Pipo. He may be small but he is also medically equipped
and the only other servos I have who would be available. If
Deathsaurus had not threatened the medical staff, perhaps we could
use some your more experienced medics.”
The femme sighed, acknowledging the
truth for what it was. At the sound, the supreme commander was again
struck with a sick sense of guilt. “....he shall come around,”
the Cybertronian assured the Destron. “Eventually. I have faith in
my old friend.”
Esmeral smiled and still its glow did
not reach her optics completely. “And I have faith in my mate....
It is all I've ever had.” Shaking her helm minutely, the femme
touched Star Saber's arm, gently turning them away and out of the
room. “Come. Let us gather your comrade, Pipo, and continue our
discussions of the peace treaty.”
xxXxXxx
Everything hurt. Leozack limped down
the dank hallway, cursing Deathsaurus quietly. The Emperor was cruel
and unforgiving -never mind that the fault hadn't been Leozack's, the
dragon-former had mercilessly beaten the tomcat anyway and left him
to come back online several kliks later, alone and in pain. Comming
Drillhorn had been a useless endeavour and the Destron refused to sit
there, with his aching wounds, never knowing when Deathsaurus would
return and continue the abuse.
Cringing as his knee joint locked up
suddenly, Leozack paused in the middle of the hall, venting raggedly
as his visual pixels burst sporadically. At this rate, he would
collapse into stasis again, and if that happened there would be no
guarantee that he'd receive the repairs he needed. The teal mech
cursed the Destron Emperor again -this time, not so quietly. Against
his chest, lionbreast rumbled his own displeasure.
“...Lieutenant commander?,” a
soft vocalizer called.
Flinching, the tomcat tried not to
look back, but continued limping ahead, trying to push through the
pain as he went faster than his frame was capable of at that moment.
There was the quick tap of pedes behind him and in astroseconds,
Hellbat had drawn up to the other Destron's side, grabbing his arm.
“Lieutenant commander, y-you're...
you're hurt!,” the spy declared, staring in alarm at the wounds
covering Leozack's frame. “How.... W-who did this?!”
Grimacing, Leozack ripped his arm
free from Hellbat; regretting it immediately, the moment it sent him
off balance and almost toppling to the floor. “D...d-don't act
c-concerned on m-my behalf,” he snarled, hobbling towards the
nearby wall. “T-there's no way that you don't a-already know
Deathsaurus took his frustrations out on me after this failed
mission.”
The blue mech stepped closer again,
but did not try to touch the tomcat this time. “B-but....,” he
gaped, appalled, “You... you weren't responsible for us losing the
energon cache to Star Saber and his lackeys. It was the dinoforce!”
The lieutenant commander snorted,
avoiding looking at the other Destron. “Since when has that
mattered? Now, get out of my way! I need to get to the medbay.”
Glancing up finally, Leozack was
surprised to see Hellbat's optics flash angrily for an astrosecond,
and it stunned the teal mech. “Hellbat, what are you-?”
“Leozack....?”
The tomcat paused for a moment in
his thoughts, turning his helm to see where the third vocalizer had
come from, but there was no one else in the hallway aside from
himself and the spy. He turned back to Hellbat to ask if he had heard
the unknown caller as well and was caught by surprise when he was
suddenly swept up into the blue mech's arms. “H-hellbat!,”
Leozack snapped, pushing against his companion as his circuits
crackled uncomfortably. “G-g....G-g'off! I d-don't....”
“Leozack?”
Hellbat only squeezed tighter,
pinning the teal mech tight against the rafale's own frame. The
lieutenant commander squirmed stubbornly, but it only made the heat
fan faster in his plating, and he was vastly aware of the spy's
intakes cycling warmly along his neck cables. “Lieutenant
commander....,” the blue Destron spoke, and Leozack could even feel
the other's lip components brush softly against his collar strut with
every word. It caused an electrifying jolt to zip up the teal mech's
spinal struts. “Lieutenant commander, I shall never let him....”
“Leozack!”
Leozack shoved the spy back finally,
unable to stand the strange confusion plaguing his program. “Hellbat,
you slagging wre....” The curse died on the tomcat's glossa and
optics flared, as he took in the blue mech's appearance. Scuffed and
beaten, Hellbat staggered weakly forward to the lieutenant commander;
unmindful of the gaping wound in his chestplates or the energon that
spilled richly to the floor below. Silent, Leozack could only feel
his spark whirl rapidly in growing horror, his fuel tanks sinking
lower and churning faster.
“Don't worry, Lieutenant
commander,” the rafale smiled through his cracked mask, “I am-”
Before his optics, reality
shattered, Hellbat disappearing in an implosion of millions of
fragments. A strange knot of emotion welled up inside Leozack and he
reached forward as the world turned to blackness; his servos closing
on nothing but shadow and dust.
“NO!”
xxXxXxx
There was a clattering as Leozack
lurched forward, gravity hitting him with its full weight and almost
sending him to the floor below. He was caught by a couple pairs of
servos and brought back up onto the berth, just as his visual pixels
reorientated themselves. Immediately, he was met with the sight of
his sister, and behind her, familiar faces of the breastforce.
“Leozack!,” Lyzack cried again,
pushing past the others and hugging the mech, “Thank Primus you're
awake! I never thought-”
“Yes, yes,” the teal jet hissed,
shoving the femme back. “Let me go Lyzack!” Twisting, Leozack
turned to his silent audience, grimacing when the motion still caused
a small ache to echo from his repaired wounds. “Drillhorn! What is
the cycle?”
“You've been in stasis for a few
orns,” the mech replied, moving aside as Lyzack walked away from
her brother's berthside. The driller glanced at her momentarily,
before turning his attention back to the lieutenant commander. “Of
course, this is after the fact that you were imprisoned in the brig
and your previous stasis.”
Trying to ignore the pounding ache that
was making itself known behind his optics now, Leozack subtly counted
the number of mechs in the room, noting only three comrades, while
growling, “So how long is that in total?”
Drillhorn rolled his optical sensors,
but answered. “Since the final battle, it has been nearly a
decacycle. We are now at peace. Supposedly.”
“Yeah! Mech, you sure do recharge a
lot,” Killbison added in snarkily, shoving past the purple mech.
“I'm surprised that Deathsaurus didn't beat you into non-function!”
He laughed. “You were so angry -even I ain't as stupid to take on
the slagger while still injured.”
“Seriously,” Guyhawk said, putting
in his own two cents. Jallguar moved closer to him as Drillhorn
kicked Killbison back across the room. “I'm with you on this whole
anti-peace thing but that was exponentially stupid of you. You barely
escaped with your life like Hellbat did. That-”
“Wait, what?,” Leozack interrupted,
snapping out of the quiet daze he had fallen into. He looked first
from Guyhawk (scowling deeply at being cut off) then to Drillhorn,
continuing slowly. “Hellbat.... survived?”
The purple mech caught Killbison in a
headlock when the tank tried to charge him, turning his attention to
the tomcat only after his victim gave a choking curse of displeasure.
“He is....,” Drillhorn answered. “Why?”
The teal Destron ignored the question.
“Why isn't he here then?,” he demanded, denta bared. “Along
with the rest of you.”
This time, it was Jallguar that spoke
up. “He was still gravely wounded when Lyzack and him broke you out
of the brig. He had to return to the medbay for further medical
attention, once Lady Esmeral had guaranteed all three of you criminal
pardon.”
“He....” Leozack failed to find any
words to respond with. His processor was reeling, only just finally
letting the fact sink in that Hellbat had, miraculously, not died
that orn. And, even more unbelievable, was how the spy had actually
helped get him free.
“Lyzack!,” the lieutenant commander
snarled after a klik. The femme strode forward, cradling in her arms
Lionbreast.
“Yes brother?,” she asked. At the
sight of its master, Lionbreast squirmed to be let free, and she
released him immediately.
Struck by a sickeningly familiar sense
of deja vu as his breastanimal leapt for his chestplates, Leozack
growled out, “You attempted to rescue me? No.... You enlisted
Hellbat to assist with my rescue?!”
“I didn't just attempt,” the femme
scowled, standing her ground in the face of her twin's growing ire,
“I succeeded. And seeing as how it was his fault that you were in
the brig in the first place, I thought it fitting that he be used as
a tool to break you out. You can say what you want, but I do will not
repent for any of my actions!”
“You shouldn't have gotten so mad
anyhow and charged Deathsaurus!,” Lyzack continued, wings sweeping
up high as her emotions got the best of her. “That was suicidal at
best; complete destruction in your case! And all for what? Some
teammate that you never even liked and thought was a slimy,
traitorous-”
Leozack cut the femme off with a sweep
of his servo, snarling as he pushed himself to his pedes; holding his
stance even though his knees threatened to buckle under him with the
suddenness. “Get out!,” he shouted, ignoring the flinch his twin
gave. He glared at the rest of his comrades.
“B-but-”
“Send me Hellbat, but as for the rest
of you.... GET OUT!!” Lionbreast separated from Leozack's
chestplates, roaring his master's commandment, until finally -one by
one- everyone left the room. Alone, Leozack collapsed back on the
berth, shaking silently while Lionbreast nuzzled the mech's pedes
worriedly.
xxXxXxx
This couldn't be real....
Hellbat stood uncertainly in the
hallway, staring at the polished metal of the door before him. He
knew what was waiting on the other side for him (or at least, he
believed he did) but it still baffled the processor. Leozack was
awake. Finally, after so long, the lieutenant commander had risen
from his comatose state.
And he'd demanded to see him.
That, in itself, was worrisome. The spy
fidgeted again, debating whether or not to knock. A part of him -a
huge, tremendous part- wanted to rip the door out of the way and
throw himself at the tomcat waiting within. Another part -smaller,
but more persistent- argued against that course of action. Leozack
had made it clear in the past his contempt for the blue Destron and
considering Hellbat's sacrifice had still landed the tomcat in the
brig, the spy greatly disbelieved that he'd won any favours with the
other mech.
But what to do....? After what felt
like eternity, Hellbat finally punched in the keypad's access code,
deciding that seeing Leozack -even if only to be punished- would be
worth it in the end. He'd spent too long waiting and anxiously
fretting, sick to the spark that Leozack would die while he sat in
medbay, having his own wounds tended to.
“Hellbat,” the low hiss echoed, as
the door slid aside, granting the spy entrance.
Hesitating for only an astrosecond,
Hellbat entered; optics fixed on the teal mech sitting on the berth
across the room. Arms crossed over his chestplates and wings lifted
high angrily, the tomcat was clearly very angry. The image was only
cemented by the snarl twisting thin lip components and the bright
optics narrowed to nasty, bloody slits. Despite that, Hellbat felt
his spark rotate easily at the familiar sight, relieved beyond words.
“Y...yes, lieutenant commander,”
the spy replied. The door slid close behind him as he stepped
forward. “You wanted to see me?”
“I did,” Leozack said. For a
moment, the corner of his lip component twisted upwards in a cruel
smirk. But then it was gone and the teal Destron was scowling once
more. “Come here,” he beckoned with a crooked finger. “We have
some things to discuss.”
Hellbat felt his fuel tanks give a
little churn. “O-oh?”
“Yes.... See, it has come to my
attention that the war has come to an end while I was in stasis,”
the tomcat began, playing casually with the pan of medical tools
beside his berth. “But that Star Saber and Deathsaurus have agreed
upon an execution to start off this 'Golden Era'. There's been talk
about who the scapegoat should be.”
He could feel his wings lower with
every sentence until even the blue Destron himself was half-hunched
over guiltily. “That.... that was to be me,” he supplied
helpfully, even though admitting it made him want to purge. “I....
I asked to be the sacrifice to bring in this new peace. I thought
you'd agree I was the perfect choice.”
Hellbat only had half an astrosecond to
notice the change that came over Leozack before the other mech
reacted.
“You.... you.... Wretch!,” the teal
Destron yelled, throwing the pan at the spy before his fist went
flying next. Hellbat ducked the first projectile with ease, but it
left him wide open for the second attack, and he crashed to the floor
as the punch landed on the side of his helm.
“Why did you do it?!,” Leozack
demanded, squashing the uncomfortable squirming of his fuel tanks at
the sight of the other Destron pushing himself off the floor, “How
dare you think I could condone such stupidity?!?”
“I-it.... it wasn't for upsetting
you,” Hellbat mumbled back weakly, a servo cupping his aching helm.
“It had to be done.... Deathsaurus wouldn't give.... Someone had to
die and at first, they decided it would be you....”
The tomcat froze in mid-swing, stunned
by the words. He.... he had been the one condemned? Then why had-
“I offered to take your place....,”
the blue mech continued softly, his dim optics lifting; locking with
Leozack's. “It was the only way I could prot.... I knew you
wouldn't care. You could live without me; I could not function
without you.”
Leozack stood there quietly, before he
started to quiver with rage, throwing himself at the rafale with a
bellow. Hellbat crashed backwards on the floor, vents gushing out air
in choked surprise, slowly onlining an optic again when the worse of
the sting was gone. They both flared brightly not an astrosecond
later.
“Y-you're cr-”
“Don't you dare dictate what I think,
let alone feel!!,” the teal Destron screamed, squeezing the other
mech's shoulder plating until it started to crumple. “You don't
understand a thing about me, do you understand? DO YOU?!”
The spy slowly nodded, staring up at
the lieutenant commander while the other wheezed and shook angrily.
Down his cheekplates, ignored or unnoticed, tears dripped, falling to
the blue Destron's chestplates. After a klik, Hellbat took a chance:
letting his mouthguard retract, baring his entire expression to the
other, as he lifted a servo towards Leozack's face hesitantly.
“Leoza-”
The rest of his words were cut off as
the tomcat slammed their mouths together harshly, pulling back while
Hellbat was still disorientated, punching him before kissing him
angrily once more. Scrambling out of his daze faster this time, the
spy wrapped his arms around the lieutenant commander as Leozack
nipped and pressed incessantly at his lip components; gripping his
helm fins tight, keeping him close to the other mech.
Hellbat didn't mind the aggressiveness
and before he knew it, the kisses were getting longer, softening,
melting him to the core as he could even start to taste the teal
mech. Breaking the last kiss, Leozack pulled away, hiding his face on
the spy's shoulder plating.
“D....don't ever do that
a-again.....,” he mumbled, refusing to look up.
Hellbat smiled deliriously, unwilling
to even move and ruin this moment. “I promise,” he swore, looking
up to the ceiling merrily, “I vow on my spark, lieutenant
commander.”
C.M.D: And yes, this ending means you get ONE more chapter! We'll see if I can get it cranked out before the end of this month. If not, be sure to expect it in March's updates!
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