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[The Link flickers on to revel darkness cut by a single shaft of pale light. Only the tip of a pointed silver footplate is visible in the light, occupying the immediate foreground. From there the view travels up, the darkness marred only but the soft gray lines of a white frame punctuated by blood red accents seated in the background.]

[The helm swivels, sharp white audials slicing through the air as the glow of red optics comes into view.]

Fellow Haveners, refugees, it's Wing again.

[The voice: it’s very definitely wrong. It’s not Drift’s but it’s not Wing’s. It's almost a beautiful melding of the two but with a dark, sticky-sweet coating. He moves like a ghost, slipping from his perch to come down to your level.]

Please disregard my earlier broadcast. I assure you there's nothing to worry about. Aside from a slight frame mix-up-- [the helm leans further into view stopping just short of a ray of light, revealing Drift's features instead of Wing's] --which appears to just be a thing that's been happening of late, I feel peeeerfectly fine. Mooore than fine, in fact.

[It’s much of the same cadence and language that Wing uses, but his normally gracious words carry none of their usual earnest weight, instead sounding overly casual and almost patronizing.]

The only thing that's not fine is that I don't know where Drift is. [A thread of irritation--insolence--that gets covered quickly and his tone becomes sweet again.]

But maybe there's someone out there that can help me with that. Speaking of...

[Wing will just call out a few people of interest now, and not bother locking any of the frequencies. What would that accomplish?]

[To Soundwave]

Soundwave. Why so blue? It’s horribly depressing. Not to mention boorish. You’re better than that. Can’t you make some beautiful music for me? [Oh, there's a look that promises something in return, should you indulge him.]

[To Kagerou]

My friend Kagerou. You said recently that you wanted to start living. I was happy to be there to cheer you on. Now I'm ready to step up and take you places. Do you really want to start living? Come find me and I'll show you.

[To Perceptor]

Perceptor, did they lock you up for those shootings yet? No? Good. We could have some fun with that overactive trigger finger of yours. I’ve better uses for it. [Have a impish little smile.]

[To Pharma]

Oh Pharma... [He waves a hand casually.] Just wondering how it feels to know you touch the world through Decepticon crafted hands? Self servicing must be a real conflict of interest now.

[To Blurr]

Blurr, [it comes out as a purr almost, as if caressing the syllables as they leave his mouth.] You naughty thing. I’ve been watching you. I saw what you did. I just have to say...Bravo. [A slow clap, dark fingers into a cool metal palm.] Veeeery entertaining. Please, let us have mooore.

I do wonder though...how you think you’ll get your police force off the ground with behaviour like that. But I guess we didn’t really need it anyway. That’s no fun, right?

[To Starscream]

Starscream. No, no the other one. You are as big as your ego now. Have you challenged Megatronus yet? You were so confident about being his equal earlier when you were telling me how you'd throw him over your knee and slap his aft til he cried 'Primus!'. I'd love to know how that goes. [Can he watch? Please?]

[To Vandal]

So Karrie--err, sorry--Vandal.... Maybe you should come stay with me? You’ll be safe here. I can protect you if...Drift is otherwise occupied.

[To Drift]

And Drift... Where arrrre you? You've been avoiding me. [a pout of distaste] Perhaps I can understand why but, reeeaaally, we just have more in common now! Could be fun, yeeees? [the helm tilts provocatively as he leans uncomfortably close into frame.] Please let me know where you are. I've miiiissed you so very much. And I've I gotten as much fun out of myself as I can. I need you. Don’t make me come fiiiinnd you.

At this rate I'll have to find myself a lesser substitute just to satisfy my needs...

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[He doesn't seem to mind the gaze, not at all. Attention is not something he gets very often and he now craves for it. But it's not like he wants Wing to know that, he stares back with his chin up in defiance before to reply.]

Is that so? [Blurr leans over, a smirk on his lips.] Maybe we can help each other then.

[Well, that's interesting to be certain, that type of attention would fluster a number of people. Hmm, that defiance though...could be either a problem or a make things very interesting.]

[He shifts, it's like a slow ripple of movement through his frame as he makes himself more comfortable. He reaches out, one finger under Blurr's chin.]

Potentially. What do you have in mind?

[Life if boring when there's no risk involved. It makes things more exciting, doesn't it?

Blurr put his arms around Wing's neck, his engine purring again in response to the touch.]You talk to much, did you know that? Show me what else can you do.

[As long as you aren't needlessly risking your own assets...yes indeed.]

[Wing's hands slowly roam over the top of Blurr's chassis and down each side. The black fingers of each hand curl around the lower edge of the blue chestplate and with a jerk and he pulls Blurr against him.]

Do I? [He purrs into the other mech's audio as his engine revs.] Sometimes that's the best part.

[This is why 'plans B' exist.]

[Blurr was not expecting that but he can accommodate himself. He shifts slightly, both to purposely move against Drift and also to make sure his legs are angled correctly in case he has to stand up and run. He ends straddling the bigger mech before pulling their faceplates close.] More than it's necessary now.

[You even have a Plan B, Blurr?]

[Oh yes that's quite good. Wing may be on the bottom of this equation but he still feels every bit in control. Or at least, that he could take it at anytime should he need to. What he really wants is information, but Blurr needs to be a little more pliant before he goes after it. Meantime, funtime.]

[Wing just laughs, throaty and low, in response to Blurr's words. He moves as if to make their lips meet, then pulls up at the last second, nipping at the other mech's chin instead, soft at first, then a little harder. His fingers shamelessly explore the contours and seams of Blurr's chassis, paying close attention to the blue bot's reactions.]

[Not he does not, he will improvise.]

[You, tease. Blurr opens his mouth to say something in retaliation, of course something filled with sarcasm, but he gets distracted by the nipping. His legs tighten against Wing's side when he bits harder than before but Blurr doesn't complain, nor he makes much sound. He does smirk, though, not in the least unhappy with how things are going so far.]

Taking advantage of the fact he knows more about grounder's bodies than Wing does, he moves his fingers to the other mech's elbows, where the can reach the wheel joints.]

[Yeah that'll go well, to be sure.]

[Wing's engine growls when Blurr tightens his thighs around the other grounder's midsection. His hands keep wandering, following the line of the chassis up Blurr's shoulders where he explores the joints and gaps in the armor. The nips continue, and if he can get Blurr to lift his chin, the move down his neck, alternating nips and licks. When Blurr's touches arrive at his wheels an in-vent hisses through him and he bites down a little harder.]

[Bad decisions all about, that is Blurr's life.]

[He's moving his chin up, yes, because that bite stung a bit too much and it hurt thar time. It takes all the will-power he possesses to not move away. Considering what little he knows about relationships and make out sessions this could be normal.]

[His finger flex, but don't move away from Wing's joins.]

[Let's just keep adding to the list...]

[Wing tilts his helm slightly, inspecting the mark he's left. He hums gently in approval, running his glossa over it as if to soothe some--but not all--of the pain away. The touches to his joints get an even louder hum of approval, and he mirrors the grip with his own fingers in Blurr's shoulder joints.]

[The hum grows into honeyed words, his breath hot against the other grounder's neck.] You know Blurr... I have information I think you'd find more than useful.

[He lets that process for a second--but only a second--trying to keep the other bot a little off balance. He trails his glossa along the line of Blurr's chin and back to his mouth. He moves in to lock his lips to Blurr's but pulls away at the last minute again. But it's a double feint this time, and if Blurr falls for the first then Wing connects with the second, pressing his mouth to the blue bot's hungrily.]

[Pretty much.

It's a confusing feeling being both turned on and irritated at what was going on. Blurr's processor doesn't seem to be able to decide in what emotion focus and he switches between the two from one nanosecond to another. Wing is sure not making things easy.

"Is that so...?" Blurr frowns again but his lip curls up into an arrogant grin. "Should I convince you to give it to m...? " He gets interrupted mid sentence, but he's not really going to complain this time. Blurr returns the kiss just as quickly before bitting Wing's lips.

[And that's exactly how Wing wants it. The more unsettled you are Blurr, easier it is for him to maneuver for control. Of the situation. Of you.]

He opens to the kiss, deepening it but only by so much. It's an offer and a tease in one, a wanton but also a strategic thing. The kiss takes as much as it gives, assertive but not so much that Blurr feels threatened...unless that gets a good response. And Wing is paying attention: only half of him is lost in the luxury of the exchange, the other plotting his next move.

He breaks it briefly, to reply to Blurr's question, but also to gauge the other mech's reaction.

You may try... [He returns the nip to Blurr's lower lipplate, his words purring against them.] Or we can trade. I do like trading secrets...

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