[Damus freezes, drink still held aloft. The conversation has strayed into dangerous territory and Damus is more than aware that he needs to step lightly.]
Understandably. I know that this must be difficult for you.
[He does his best to stay neutral, yet sympathetic.]
Vos might just need a bit of assurance that you are just as fond of him. Your relationship with-- [He stops himself before saying the pet] With the old Vos was so unique. He may feel as if you are trying to replace him with something new.
[He hums softly, reaching over to brush his fingers over Kaon's shoulder.]
It is possible. However, perhaps its best to avoid contact. Don't torment yourself with fantasies of what could be. Ultra Magnus can not replace the pet.
[Damus' field offers a pulse of comfort, warm as it slides against Kaon's.]
How is your new [There is a moment of hesitation, unsure of what to call it.] animal settling in? It seems rather fond of you.
[Come on, Kaon, focus your weird dog fascination elsewhere.]
[ Kaon rubs his fingers around the rim of the glass, sighing again. ]
Oh, I know. I just thought... [ He's not sure what he's been thinking, actually. He hadn't batted an eye about Minimus Ambus' death as they massacred their ship, but mostly everyone had been high anyway. Things are complicated since he's 'not allowed' to see people as enemies. ]
[ The question about the creature draws a sound of disgust from Kaon. ]
It's clingy and constantly begs for food. When it's not begging, it cries for no reason and gets into my things. It sheds dust everywhere and it smells weird.
[ But Kaon hasn't killed it, which means he's attached. ]
[ The redeeming quality is that the creature loves him, probably unconditionally, which is really all that Kaon needs to be endeared to something. Damus' confession makes Kaon turn his head back towards him, regarding him. ]
Me too.
[ He turns his head away again, and rubs his fingers over his lips as he considers conversation. ]
I'm a poor fit here. I'm one of the only people who think you haven't done anything unreasonable.
[He offers a smile, unseen to Kaon, but heard in the warmth of his voice. Damus adjusts on the short bench that he's chosen to sit on, moving over to leave a space large enough for Kaon's smaller frame.]
Come sit closer. I've missed the warmth of your frame against mine.
[ That makes Kaon laugh, turning his head towards Damus. He's been hurt, though those memories of acceptance has rekindled some of his fondness. After so long in the VVH he'd been lonely, and certainly Vos had helped to fill that void, but Damus was his first and closest friend. ]
Is that the only thing you've missed?
[ He takes his drink in hand and gets up, moving just closer to take the offered space next to Damus, leaning into him. He has to power down his tesla coils, but blindness doesn't bother him with Damus. ]
[He winds an arm around Kaon's shoulders, beneath the deactivated tesla coils. Damus heaves a sigh of hot air through his vents as Kaon leans against him, the familiarity of his field twining against his own as he relaxes back.
His hand spends a few minutes rubbing the soft curve of Kaon's shoulder, before it travels to a coil, digit running delicately over an edge.]
There are many things about you that I've always found inspiring.
[ Kaon is glad for this recovery in their relationship. He knows he has every right to be angry, but it feels wrong to hold a grudge against his oldest friend. He sighs in response to the touch, shivering as Damus' fingers brush over the metal of his coil. ]
You don't have to flatter me, Ta-- Damus. [ He's called his leader by many names, but the habit is ingrained in there. ] I'm here of my own accord.
[His touch lingers on the coil, before tracing down and around the the bright biolight on his shoulder.]
I'm aware. I would simply like show you proper appreciation-- especially since it has been some time. I wouldn't want you to think that I had forgotten.
[The slow touching continues as he reverently traces each seam of Kaon's arm, mapping out familiar plating under his hand. Putting his drink down, he gives Kaon his full attention, resting his now free hand on the powered down generator housing.]
Ah. [ Kaon chuckles a bit, wriggling with pleasure as Damus's fingers stroke over his seams and slide over his plating. His generator is one of the more sensitive parts of his frame despite how much work it's always under. He's glad he left the dog with Vos now, otherwise it might try and wedge in on this moment. ]
You're in a specific mood. [ Kaon puts aside his drink as well, just because he needs both to touch the larger mech. He cups one hand along Damus' cheek, hooking fingers into the armor to pull him closer until they're crest to crest. ]
{Damus easily leans down to meet Kaon, letting their foreheads meet as he enjoys the roll of their fields twining together.]
We can always just enjoy the drink together.[Though, Damus is sure he knows that the answer will be. Tilting his head, he brushes scarred lips over Kaon's.]
[ Damus makes it difficult to say no even if he wanted to; his friend has always been alluring, and even with this strange frame under his hands, he's still no exception. ]
You don't hear me objecting.
[ He keeps one hand hooked under Damus' chin as his other drops to his waist, sliding his palm against the warm metal right above his hip as he leans in to press their lips together. ]
[Kaon's hand on his flank has Damus humming in pleasure. His lips move smoothly against his friend's with easy intimacy. With firm hands, he urges Kaon to crawl into his lap, arranging him to straddle thick silver thighs.
His hands roam over shoulders and down Kaon's back and kibble, fingers dipping into seams to tweak wires that he knows are sensitive.
Damus is silent as he throws himself headlong into sensation, nipping lightly at Kaon's lip as he deepens the kiss.]
[ It had been a long time since he and Damus had shared any intimacy. Far longer than they usually did, unless one of them was away on a mission. The months in which he and Vos were stranded on Ofsted XVII were probably the last time.
His hand moves to Damus' audial as the kiss deepens, his head tilting just slightly and his lips parting to let the other mech's tongue slide against his own. For now, he doesn't seat himself, keeping himself to a slight kneel over Damus' lap so he can best reach his face, even if the size difference isn't as extreme with them both sitting.
The hand at Damus' side wanders though, stroking up to find his biolights, then runs a knuckle over them. This new truck frame is strange and different, and this is the first time he's gotten to touch and feel it properly. ]
[A shudder of pleasure runs through Damus' frame as Kaon begins to explore it with curious hands. His mouth slides down to mouth at Kaon's throat and he purrs into the heated metal.]
It's not so different than it once was. Trading treads for wheels was relatively minimal. Vos did a wonderful job reconstructing me to be as close to my old model as possible.
It feels strange to me. [ A tank frame with wheels. Damus seems less armored than he was before, so it doesn't seem like everything is the same. ]
[ He turns his head, giving Damus a little more access for his larger head as his hand continues up the mech's frame, feeling for anything that might have changed. He lingers in spots anyway, touching planes of armor, and when he finds a tire he squeezes down on it. ]
Strange. You're the only one besides Nickel now that has tires.
[Kaon's fingers squeezing the thick rubber of his tire has Damus' vents rattling in a soft gasp. He runs his fingers lovingly over the vents in Kaon's generator in turn. Damus lets his teeth graze sensitive mesh and cabling of Kaon's neck.]
You aren't wrong. I have gotten used to it, as I'm sure you will in time. This is the first time that you've truly seen me since you arrived.
[ The fingers in his generator makes Kaon squirm; it's a sensitive part and delicate equipment essential to his function, so the brush over the vents feels quite nice. ]
If they had released me sooner I would have been quite used to it by now.
[ There's no end of bitterness over how long he was kept in the VVH for what he views as a small crime. He tries not to let it spoil the mood, since those lips on his neck make him groan and tilt his head, his own hands roaming over and exploring Damus' frame again, reacquainting himself. ]
[Damus hums against Kaon's neck in agreement, tongue tracing delicate seams in his armor. He continues to play with the generator, casually tracing the outer edge as he free hand comes to cup Kaon's aft. Damus' hand is large enough that his fingers are able to stroke the heat of his interface panel.
Kaon's fingers brush a cluster of sensors beneath the hood of his new alt mode. Damus groans softly against the plating under his tongue, fingers tightening over Kaon's aft.]
[Kaon had missed Damus' touch. He'd last felt it under another name, but for years Tarn has been quite lax with whatever people wanted to call him; returning to his old birth name isn't quite as unusual as it might have been for others.
The hand squeezing over his aft gets his interface panel to snap open, his valve only mildly slick and his spike still recessed, but the warmth of the array can be felt clearly by a near palm.]
I told Deadlock I want to swallow your spike.
[He still does, and his hands drag down low over Damus' belly, searching for the large span of his own panel and then grinds his palm into it.]
Oh, did you? He purrs, smiling against Kaon's collar assembly. Damus can just picture Drift's face. His engine gives a low growl of lust.] I'm sure that can be arranged...
[Damus slides his fingers against the gathering slickness of Kaon's valve, finding his node easily. He rolls the rub gently between his fingers, eager to have Kaon writhing on his lap. He had missed this.
Kaon's hand dragging down his ventral plating has Damus pressing ever closer, the heat radiating from his panel climbing by the minute. Damus allows his panel to slide open, spike nosing out only slightly.]
He did ask what I would do when released. I was only honest.
[And he took no lack of pleasure from watching Drift squirm.
The hand at his valve makes the engine for his generator hum, rumbling in the center of his chassis as he leans his hips into it. It feels good, and the longer Damus' fingers stay at his node the more heat starts to spread through his hips.
He doesn't leave Damus neglected. The sound and feeling of the panel opening has his hand there in an instant, his thumb brushing over the tip of that shy spike as his other fingers dip lower, stroking down over his valve.]
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Ultra Magnus' arrival has made me... nostalgic.
[ His thoughts had been straying back to the Pet again lately, and how much he misses him. ]
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Understandably. I know that this must be difficult for you.
[He does his best to stay neutral, yet sympathetic.]
Vos might just need a bit of assurance that you are just as fond of him. Your relationship with-- [He stops himself before saying the pet] With the old Vos was so unique. He may feel as if you are trying to replace him with something new.
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Admittedly, the former Vos' shell was more attractive than Dominus Ambus, but I've been curious if his brother has a similar altmode.
[ He takes another sip of his engex, bottom lip pouting. ]
It's kind of moot anyway. Ultra Magnus won't speak with me.
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It is possible. However, perhaps its best to avoid contact. Don't torment yourself with fantasies of what could be. Ultra Magnus can not replace the pet.
[Damus' field offers a pulse of comfort, warm as it slides against Kaon's.]
How is your new [There is a moment of hesitation, unsure of what to call it.] animal settling in? It seems rather fond of you.
[Come on, Kaon, focus your weird dog fascination elsewhere.]
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Oh, I know. I just thought... [ He's not sure what he's been thinking, actually. He hadn't batted an eye about Minimus Ambus' death as they massacred their ship, but mostly everyone had been high anyway. Things are complicated since he's 'not allowed' to see people as enemies. ]
[ The question about the creature draws a sound of disgust from Kaon. ]
It's clingy and constantly begs for food. When it's not begging, it cries for no reason and gets into my things. It sheds dust everywhere and it smells weird.
[ But Kaon hasn't killed it, which means he's attached. ]
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Charming. Surely it must have some redeeming queality if you keep it around.
[Damus' frame relaxes, any tension that might have been held in it leaving as the subject seems to stray from Ultra Magnus and Dominus Ambus.]
I'm glad that you're here, Kaon.
[He hopes that they can rekindle some of their closeness this evening. A bit of personal attention is necessary.
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Me too.
[ He turns his head away again, and rubs his fingers over his lips as he considers conversation. ]
I'm a poor fit here. I'm one of the only people who think you haven't done anything unreasonable.
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[He offers a smile, unseen to Kaon, but heard in the warmth of his voice. Damus adjusts on the short bench that he's chosen to sit on, moving over to leave a space large enough for Kaon's smaller frame.]
Come sit closer. I've missed the warmth of your frame against mine.
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Is that the only thing you've missed?
[ He takes his drink in hand and gets up, moving just closer to take the offered space next to Damus, leaning into him. He has to power down his tesla coils, but blindness doesn't bother him with Damus. ]
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[He winds an arm around Kaon's shoulders, beneath the deactivated tesla coils. Damus heaves a sigh of hot air through his vents as Kaon leans against him, the familiarity of his field twining against his own as he relaxes back.
His hand spends a few minutes rubbing the soft curve of Kaon's shoulder, before it travels to a coil, digit running delicately over an edge.]
There are many things about you that I've always found inspiring.
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You don't have to flatter me, Ta-- Damus. [ He's called his leader by many names, but the habit is ingrained in there. ] I'm here of my own accord.
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I'm aware. I would simply like show you proper appreciation-- especially since it has been some time. I wouldn't want you to think that I had forgotten.
[The slow touching continues as he reverently traces each seam of Kaon's arm, mapping out familiar plating under his hand. Putting his drink down, he gives Kaon his full attention, resting his now free hand on the powered down generator housing.]
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You're in a specific mood. [ Kaon puts aside his drink as well, just because he needs both to touch the larger mech. He cups one hand along Damus' cheek, hooking fingers into the armor to pull him closer until they're crest to crest. ]
Appreciation.
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{Damus easily leans down to meet Kaon, letting their foreheads meet as he enjoys the roll of their fields twining together.]
We can always just enjoy the drink together.[Though, Damus is sure he knows that the answer will be. Tilting his head, he brushes scarred lips over Kaon's.]
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You don't hear me objecting.
[ He keeps one hand hooked under Damus' chin as his other drops to his waist, sliding his palm against the warm metal right above his hip as he leans in to press their lips together. ]
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His hands roam over shoulders and down Kaon's back and kibble, fingers dipping into seams to tweak wires that he knows are sensitive.
Damus is silent as he throws himself headlong into sensation, nipping lightly at Kaon's lip as he deepens the kiss.]
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His hand moves to Damus' audial as the kiss deepens, his head tilting just slightly and his lips parting to let the other mech's tongue slide against his own. For now, he doesn't seat himself, keeping himself to a slight kneel over Damus' lap so he can best reach his face, even if the size difference isn't as extreme with them both sitting.
The hand at Damus' side wanders though, stroking up to find his biolights, then runs a knuckle over them. This new truck frame is strange and different, and this is the first time he's gotten to touch and feel it properly. ]
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It's not so different than it once was. Trading treads for wheels was relatively minimal. Vos did a wonderful job reconstructing me to be as close to my old model as possible.
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[ He turns his head, giving Damus a little more access for his larger head as his hand continues up the mech's frame, feeling for anything that might have changed. He lingers in spots anyway, touching planes of armor, and when he finds a tire he squeezes down on it. ]
Strange. You're the only one besides Nickel now that has tires.
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You aren't wrong. I have gotten used to it, as I'm sure you will in time. This is the first time that you've truly seen me since you arrived.
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If they had released me sooner I would have been quite used to it by now.
[ There's no end of bitterness over how long he was kept in the VVH for what he views as a small crime. He tries not to let it spoil the mood, since those lips on his neck make him groan and tilt his head, his own hands roaming over and exploring Damus' frame again, reacquainting himself. ]
We'll have time for talking later.
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Kaon's fingers brush a cluster of sensors beneath the hood of his new alt mode. Damus groans softly against the plating under his tongue, fingers tightening over Kaon's aft.]
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The hand squeezing over his aft gets his interface panel to snap open, his valve only mildly slick and his spike still recessed, but the warmth of the array can be felt clearly by a near palm.]
I told Deadlock I want to swallow your spike.
[He still does, and his hands drag down low over Damus' belly, searching for the large span of his own panel and then grinds his palm into it.]
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[Damus slides his fingers against the gathering slickness of Kaon's valve, finding his node easily. He rolls the rub gently between his fingers, eager to have Kaon writhing on his lap. He had missed this.
Kaon's hand dragging down his ventral plating has Damus pressing ever closer, the heat radiating from his panel climbing by the minute. Damus allows his panel to slide open, spike nosing out only slightly.]
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[And he took no lack of pleasure from watching Drift squirm.
The hand at his valve makes the engine for his generator hum, rumbling in the center of his chassis as he leans his hips into it. It feels good, and the longer Damus' fingers stay at his node the more heat starts to spread through his hips.
He doesn't leave Damus neglected. The sound and feeling of the panel opening has his hand there in an instant, his thumb brushing over the tip of that shy spike as his other fingers dip lower, stroking down over his valve.]
You've never been one to reject offered pleasure.
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