re_alignment | [video- action]

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tf: animated | blurr

[video- action]

[The video starts on the medbay with Blurr half lying half sitting on a berth, looking fairly confused. When he speaks he still sounds tired but he tries to smile for a brief moment.]

Greetings, everyone.

I’m finally awake, sorry if I worried anyone. Could someone tell me what is going on?

[To explain Blurr’s confused face, there happens to be a group of small glowing bugs perched on the spike of his head, like birds lined up on a power line. Some bugs are also on the top of his pointy shoulders and a really small one is lazily sitting on his chest.

On the background, Blurr’s turbofox is chasing the glowing bugs around the medbay and making a mess of things.]

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Not really...I'm nothing special. [He wraps his arms around Wheeljack's neck, pushing him closer. He can't kiss you if you are still far away.]

But sometimes I do know what I want.

[...Okay, even Wheeljack has his limits. Blurr was pretty much blatantly asking for it...and you know what? The Wrecker needs it. His arms immediately wrap around the bot's small frame, pressing him close into a kiss. And not anything like that one time, but full-blown makeout.

Sorry if it's a little forceful and rushed, Blurr, but...

Scrap, he needs this. He'll probably feel REALLY bad for taking advantage of this situation later. For now...

This works.]

[Yes he was pretty much asking for it because Blurr eventually realized that using subtlety with Wheeljack was like throwing meringues at a wall to break it. It just couldn't work.

And you know what? He sure doesn't mind the rushed make out. It is very welcome, if the low purr of his engine is any indication.

Blurr might not be an expert when it comes to kisses but he is determined to get better at it. He presses Wheeljack even further closer to his frame, pulling him in for a hungry kiss.]

[Yeah, with Wreckers it's best to be blunt. It just makes things easier.

He feels that engine purring, and his own slowly kicks to life, joining in. At this point, he doesn't care if you're the worst kisser in the world, Blurr. It's nice to...have one.

Those lips press desperately against the blue bot's, eyes shut tight. This was wrong, but...was that so bad?]

[He will get better with time, that's why practice is so important. You need to shake off that whole negative thinking of yours, Wheeljack.

Blurr smiles against Wheeljack's lips as he pauses a second in his kissing, enjoying the vibrations between their pressed platings. One of Blurr's hands moves away from the Wrecker's neck and he runs a finger along the wing on the back of the upper arm.]

[Easier said than done. When every mission is subtitled with "you're probably going to die" you don't have TOO much positive thinking going for you.

But Blurr was enjoying this. That was a minuscule comfort to everything, at least. Thankfully robots don't need to breathe, because Wheeljack's doing tiny presses to the bot's lips, wondering why he paused.

At least until his wings are touched and that body seizes up.]

[That's true. However, it doesn't have to be like that here, not anymore.]

Sorry, you don't like that? [Blurr stops suddenly, looking up at Wheeljack and wondering if he was a bit way too eager.]

I won't do it anymore if you don't. I was just trying to figure out what you enjoyed.

[Those wings twitch, as if still registering that they were touched.]

Ah...it's okay, Blurrk. It was...uh..

[What's the right word.]

Ticklish.

Ohhh...[Blurr chuckles.] Sorry then, I didn't mind to do this. [He doesn't look sorry at all, actually. And he's repeating the touch.] Are you ticklish anywhere else?

[Oh you little asshole. He's NEVER trusting you with that information again.]

Like I'd really tell you.

[He can play this game too. Those fingers run along his waist and down his legs.]

[You should know better by now~]

Then I guess I will have to figure it out myse...eeh. [Epp, he barely has no armor from the waist down. He twitches slightly and tries to stop himself from smirking.]

[For bluntly tipped fingers, Wheeljack's pretty deft with them. Must be all that working on ships. His fingertips trace along that waist playfully, pressing his chestplate to the Agent's.]

Uh huh.

[Wheeljack's used to work with bombs, after all. And he has the advantage that Blurr most likely won't explode.

Blurr makes a small sound, a bit like a mix of a mewl and a whimper. His hands move around the bigger's mech waist to his back, reaching and caressing the sensory panels.] Ishouldhavedonethissooner.

[Really, he should. Touching others like that and being touched feels really nice.]

[Wheeljack's wings shiver when Blurr touches his back panels, pressing his helm to the blue bot's.]

You should know this is a bad idea.

[Wheeljack will forever think you're too good for him, Blurr. That's just how it is. His own hands work their way under that chestplate, caressing it gently.]

[He pressed back, smiling. He can't stop himself from doing that every 3 seconds.]

Even if that were true...I think it is worth it, Wheeljack.

[Then he will spend all his life proving you wrong. He can do that, he's a patient mech.]

You're a fraggin' idiot...

[He says that, but...there's something kind of endearing about it. His engine purrs louder, pressing him back onto the berth.]

[Blurr does not reply this time but it's easy to say that he understood, his engine purring back in response.

He starts pressing kisses along Wheeljack's jawline and down the cables of his collar.]

[Blurr's talented, he'll give the bot that. His neck arched accordingly, nuzzling his helm as those kisses are planted on his neck. Moans escape his throat as he presses further, massaging the areas under that armor.

He knew that area was more sensitive than other parts of his frame.]

[He always has been a fast learner and he knows that the neck is generally a very interesting part to touch.

In Blurr's case small touches are enough to make him shake with soft tremors. His lack of thicker armor in his frame is both a curse and a blessing .]

[Feeling Blurr shake under him made him smile, nudging his head up and pressing his lips against the Agent's. To be honest, if Blurr wasn't in the medbay for fatigue, he'd be on him right now.

He'd regret it later, but...

He could keep this up. This was enough.]

[Well that's all nice and good what you're doing boys, except that a certain medic who is newly returned from the Badlands? He's taken to checking the medbay at odd hours of the night to make sure that no one is dead like his nightmares are telling him.

And he has a hose.]

Alright, that's enough of that. People are trying to rest in here, you know.

[Yeah, hope you enjoy being soaked, because that's... quite a high powered blast of oil he just caught you. (Water's a bit rare, as you can imagine.)]

[SHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIEK!!!

OH PRIMUS, WHAT THE FRAG...!!!!!!!]

RATCHET WHAT THE HELL...!

CAN'T YOU TELL WE ARE BUSY!?

[WAIT]

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