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Warp relaxed slightly as Sky responded, the embarrassed tone showing he wasn’t in real danger, backed up by the text with his coordinates that Sky sent, showing that he was in his home verse and probably aboard the Nemesis. He flicked his wings and dropped back down the berth, forcing his vents to go back to normal.

:: Standing down, :: he confirmed, letting Sky know he wouldn’t be showing up with a hair trigger. He listened with sympathy as Sky spoke; he knew those types of dreams. :: I’ve been there, Slagger. Some dreams… they may as well be reality. :: He was curious what Sky was dreaming of, but heard the pause and didn’t push. :: I wasn’t recharging, just… not able to relax. I’ll take you up on that cube~ Flight deck, or our Rock, or got somewhere else in mind? :: He grinned.

:: Slagger... t-thanks. :: Gratitude was in Sky’s voice that Warp answered the comm, that if Sky needed him to show for a fight Sky was on the losing end of Warp would. A shudder racked through his frame at Warp’s words how some dreams may be reality, his tanks churning dangerously as the imagery of the dream haunted him, remembering the horror of losing Warp. :: N-no, Warp! :: He winced at the sharp tone, looking around his small quarters and feeling the walls seemed to cage him in. He jumped instinctively to somewhere with more room, golden optics checking for any signs of others before opening the huge bay doors to the flight deck.

:: S-some dreams are fragging awful and s-shouldn’t even be dreamed about. :: He murmured over the comm, craning his neck to look out at the open air. He wondered what dreams Warp would have that make him wistful they were a reality. WInning the war? Something else? He wondered if he just gave too much that he commed up Warp over a nightmare and flinched knowing it might lose him mechly cred.

Warp tossed and turned before flopping onto his back and throwing an arm across his optics. He hadn’t been able to recharge - an itchiness beneath his plating, like there was somewhere he should be, something he should be doing—

Suddenly he froze as a ping came through on his emergency band - and there was only a small list of mecha who had any access to that frequency. Sky? He sat up as his HUD popped up with an ID, and he suddenly heard harsh, jagged vents down the comm - that suddenly pauses, like the one on the other side was holding his vents, or… 

:: Sky. Sit rep? Coords? :: His own vents sped as he sat up, his warp drive coordinate entry screen blinking, ready to jump to Sky’s location as soon as he knew what to input.

:: Frag.: : The word offered no explanations but it came from Sky with feeling, notably embarrassment. The pale Seeker rubbed his faceplates, sending a text with his current coordinates. Warp would recognize he was in the current verse he served in and it would be on the Earth the Nemesis he was aboard was flying over. 

Warp woke up slowly from recharge, stretching. He felt pleasantly warm, the heat from the frame next to him radiating out, and he moved his hand, sleepily gliding it over a hip as he onlined his optics, shifting closer to the warm frame, his own internal temperature already high. 

His optics grew wide and he froze as he stared at the back of the mech in front of him. Light grey and lavender plating, narrow, sharp wings rising from a broad back, narrow waist and hips that he recognized–

That is Sky.

Oh frag oh frag. He knew he had downed a lot of his stash of highgrade last night, but he didn’t remember this, and he was certain that he’d remember this. Especially with all the circling and taunting and teasing….

Warp licked lips gone dry and scrambled mentally to check his warp drive. He activated his warp drive, spinning it up and noting that the last destination coordinates were… right here, and the time/date stamp was while he was in recharge. Fraggitfraggitfraggit….

Warp glanced around what of the room he could see - definitely Sky’s quarters, not his. Crimson optics flicked again at Sky’s back. The taller mech seemed to still be in recharge - how would he react to waking up with a mech he hadn’t invited into his berth? Warp shuttered his optics, forcing himself to calm.

….Hadn’t he? Warp’s vents stopped for a moment. Or… had Sky invited him? Maybe not tonight, but… Warp thought back, their teasing, their provoking. He unshuttered his optics, and took a deep invent of Sky’s unique scent. Making a sudden decision, he shifted closer, molding himself against Sky’s backstruts, hand starting to move, gliding over his hip and waist, as his lips brushed lightly, almost cautiously, across one wing, alert for the signs of Sky awakening.

A winter storm was coming in from the horizon but the sun was warm on Sky’s back as he flew through the air. He did a loop, turning his helm enough to watch vapor streams form off his wings. Another trail of vapor wrapped around his waist, stroking at his plating. Heat and weight on his back made Sky hesitate from another series of drills he had been focusing on. Something was off.

Arousal and sleepiness curled through Sky’s EMF as he arched back into Warp’s frame, rubbing his aft against Warp’s heated panel, a quiet murmur that didn’t sound anything coherent. His wing shivered under Warp’s mouth, thin metal reacting to the stimulation as Warp’s lips found flight sensors. This close up, Warp could see faint marks of damage that had been repaired and healed on Sky’s wings, some show the normal wear and tear of a Seeker combat veteran. Some marks and patches along the silver expanse showed signs of something other than normal. Awareness and alarm sharply broke through the sleepiness in Sky’s EMF, frame tensing as Sky’s wings reflectively flexed to pin closer to him, his helm moving enough that he could catch Warp in the corner of one dark gold optic.

It seemed both mechs stopped venting for a second as they made eye contact. Sky studied Warp’s face, his own of caution and curiosity. From the way he acted, it was almost as if he was clued in Warp had been in his berth. A lazy smile curved the side of his mouth Warp could see as Sky stretched in front of him, not seeming to care that the back of his frame rubbed against the front of Warp’s. 

Sian muttered and rubbed the back of his hand before shooting a glare at the maintenance panel and the mess of wiring in it. With another curse, he leaned down to pick up the pliers, preparing to go back to trying to rewire the aftside sensor that had been tossing off weird readings for the last parsec. He’d been unable to sleep, waking up with a start from a nightmare that faded fast. He’d thought about waking up Spar, but his husband was sleeping peacefully, and an uninterrupted night of rest was rare for both of them. He sighed and straightened, frowning at the maintenance hatch.

He jumped at the deep voice coming from behind him, turning with a sheepish grin to face Spar. His breath hitched at seeing Spar leaning against the wall, still shirtless, his pants riding low on those hips, arms crossed across his chest in a way that flexed his arms and shoulders, showing them off. The maintenance panel forgotten, he blindly set down the pliers and drifted forward, reaching for Spar. “Mm, I can think of… something you could give me a hand with~” he murmured as he glided his arms around Spar’s waist and leaned against him. “Did I wake you up, love? I didn’t mean to.”

”D-didn’t mean to scare you, beloved.” A sheepish grin curved Spar’s lips. He had a habit of moving with little or no sound, it was one of the many things from his days as an Imperial Stormtrooper for the Galatic Empire. His eyes were warm as he watched his husband come walking towards him, the grin turning sure, the light in his eyes darkening just a touch because watching Sian always effected him, made his body burn in a way that he never reacted to anyone else before, not in the entire Galaxy.

Ren tilted his phone up to remove the glare from the sun as the text message noise went off again, and grinned as he saw two messages. He read them and smirked, quickly typing out a reply.

-: Just harder to… focus~? I know that there would be… other things harder as well, perhaps we should… test this theory. As for your other question… :-

He pressed send, then leaned back in the chair, one arm up on the arm, eyebrow raised and a slight, Malek-level smirk on his lips. Holding the phone with his other hand, he snapped a pic showing his expression and upper body, showing clearly his lavender dress shirt. Not quite the cut that Malek wore to their arrangements, but… it still looked good on him. He hit send, shipping the selfie off to Will.

Si sat up straighter on the bench when he felt his phone vibrate and saw the flash to notify him he received a new text, leaning over his lap, lips moving along as he read the words, lips curving into an amused grin as he could hear Malek’s voice speaking the words in clearly in his mind. He was about to reply when he saw the place setting for a new message pop up, watching with interest the downloading animation and drew a sharp breath to see Malek on his phone.

His eyes eagerly took in that smirk, that raised eyebrow and noticed the shirt he wore. The color looked good on him, the shirt showing off Malek’s frame but not as well as other shirts he had seen on the other man. He smiled and sat back a moment, not able to help the stupid grin curving his face at just the sight of Malek, tapping his phone screen to save the picture to his memory before rereading what Malek asked him the first time. He bit his lip, hesitating a moment before giving a shrug and started typing.

-: Are you UP for… theories, Malek? How much of a distraction could you make in the shower~? To watch water make its way over your skin and your ink in rivulets, to watch /you/. I pick the place. :-

Si stopped typing a moment, shifting in his seat and frowning, uncertainty sitting in his gut. He was well aware the business arrangement between himself and Malek were that Malek was his dom and top but… Si hungered for him, wanted Malek under him wanted to know how it would feel to bury himself into Malek, their bodies moving together. He paid for Malek to fuck him, he wasn’t sure if Malek would accept the scenario of not being in control, taking a shaky breath he sent that message before opening up the picture Malek sent him again. The thought of sending a picture crossed his mind but didn’t feel as confident with his uncertainty how Malek would take his proposition. Instead he sent another text.

Ren sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, before reaching for his coffee and draining it. He glanced at the waitress at his favorite cafe and held up the cup, silently asking for a refill, and she nodded, turning to make him another. He set it down and looked down at the remains of his sandwich before pushing it away with a sigh and leaning back to watch the people go by on the sidewalk not far from the patio he occupied. 

It was a nice day and he hadn’t been able to focus at work, so for lunch had taken the opportunity to take a walk. Unfortunately, it wasn’t helping him concentrate. His lips quirked. Or rather, wasn’t helping him concentrate on anything other than a tall man with big dark eyes and who tasted so addicting… He wondered what Will was doing or if Will was angry about the mark he’d left…

His phone dinged in its text message sound, and he retrieved it from his pocket as the waitress dropped off his coffee and headed back inside. His eyebrows rose as he saw it was a message from the app he used for Malek. He tapped on it to open it and suddenly broke out in a grin as he saw who it was from and read it. Chuckling, he texted back immediately. 

-: Distracting? Is it the clothes? I could… take them off if it would lower the distraction~ :-

He hit send and leaned back, grinning, and curious what the response would be~

Si's head dropped down to his phone immediately when he felt it vibrate in his hand. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the notification from Malek and swiped his screen to read what he had to say. The message made him chuckle, face curving into a grin as he slowly shook his head, suddenly wishing he was somewhere he could be with Malek and helping him remove clothes. He bit his lip and brought the phone up to type.

-: What color is your shirt? I’m… curious. :-

He couldn’t help himself but ask, sending that message as he tried to picture what Malek did during the day. He had no idea and sometimes wished that could be changed. Not done texting yet, he sent another message right on the heels of his last one.

-: You wouldn’t lower the distraction being naked, Malek. Only make it… harder to focus~ :-

Malek was lounging against the back of the couch, facing the door, both hands holding him up while his long legs were stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles, his whole pose one of waiting for a foregone conclusion. He smirked as Will entered, at seeing those dark eyes burning as they took him in, as Malek’s own body showing clearly how he was affected by the other man.

“Oh~?” He purred. “Ready to move past… Preliminaries~?” He pushed off the couch and stalked forward, movements slow and with intent, ignoring the satchel and focused only on Will, the way he crossed his arms and dug fingernails in, the way those dark eyes hungrily swept over his body. He smirked as Will’s gaze fixed on his mouth and came to a stop right before Will, reaching out to trail his index finger down his chest and across his crossed arms.

“Follow-through~?” He smirked, green eyes trailing down the other man’s body. “You came to me,” he breathed, voice low, stepping forward and both hands coming to rest on Will’s hips, fingers brushing over the material of his slacks. “Once you step in here, I call the shots, ask the questions.” His smirk deepened, along with his voice. “Although I’ll allow you this answer~ Yes, my dear Will, this will be the follow-through~”

He ended the sentence purred, his lips brushing Will’s, before pressing into a hard kiss, lips and tongue demanding. His grip on Will’s hips tightened, fingers digging into slacks and flesh. Malek stepped forward into Will’s body, guiding him backward, drinking down his first taste of Will, the first feel of Will’s body pressed against him, as he moved him toward the bedroom.

Si remained rooted to where he stood, his breaths hitching as Malek pushed himself off the couch, the power and grace in the other man’s body in that stalk as he glided towards him. He dropped his gaze to the finger at his chest, lowering his arms down to his sides before bringing his gaze back to Malek’s face. His eyes widened as Malek informed him he was the one calling the shots, the tips of Si’s ears burning and reddening as he realized his misstep. Si slowly nodded his head, nervously licking his lips, mentally berating himself he should have known better, but now that he did know he would not repeat such a mistake.