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"Stop it! Get away from me!"
He screamed, he cried and begged— oh he begged so hard until his voice module turned raw and even the tiniest of static felt like needles were stabbing into his vocal chords. Blurr could only let out a stutter of whines and groans, unable to even muster an ounce of strength to push away at the disgusting Decepticon that cradled his helm with such gentle servos.
"The more you fight the worse this will be, why do you try to run away from me, my love? I am hurt by your painful words." Shockwave faked despair, pressing a clawed digit over his chassis where his spark lied underneath the purple shell.
Blurr fought harder, shaking his helm and weakly pushing against Shockwave's firm grasp. The warframe did not budge an inch, but moved closer as each step he took cemented a fate worse than death for the Autobot soldier.
"Please… no…"
Blue optics dimmed, the light that shone so brilliantly with determination and patriotism for his cause and morals were now muddled by the disgusting, purple emblem of the Decepticon's chief scientist. The very bot who he had believed— foolishly— to be the Autobot communications commander, Longarm. The same Autobot commander who Blurr had fallen in love with, now a husk of his former self. The love that he held onto so tightly, the words that were whispered behind hidden doors and sparks that melted into one was now a memory of the past, a reminder of how far a Decepticon would go for their wicked cause.
A shuddered vent escaped his intake. Blurr's legs buckled underneath him. As a bot always known to stand so tall, never falter in his steps, he was finally collapsing from the sick truth that made every sensor and processor in his frame go completely numb.
"Decepticon scum… you lied to me!" Blurr shouted, vocalizer spiting acid.
Shockwave's single optic blinked. "Oh, my poor Blurr—"
"Don't call me that! I am not yours, I have never belonged to you!" Every word wrought an intense pulse of adrenaline across his limbs. He was lost in the haze of his own emotions, unable to stop himself as the vile words kept tumbling out. "I will not fall for your wicked lies Decepticon, you will not break my spark with your deception! I… I am not… yours…"
Silence followed, long and unbearable.
Despite all the screaming and commotion Blurr was throwing around, not a bot or a spark came to check on what was happening. They were so far from main command, hidden away where if something were to happen, Shockwave could have his wicked ways with Blurr as much as he pleased.
But that was not what he wanted, that was not why he had revealed himself to Blurr. Not as a harbinger of death, but as his god in his final moments of weakness.
Clawed digits traced across soft protomuscle and Blurr could only pray to Primus that Shockwave's servos would just dissapear from his faceplate.
"You are right, you never belonged to me." In an instant his arms retracted. The sound of metal plates shifting violently buzzed in Blurr's audials making it feel like energon was spilling from his internals. A sound so familiar, but petrifying ended the silence and ultimately brought him down to his very knees. "But you do belong to another."
The Autobot blinked at the ground, fearing that wide and stout shadow that loomed across his trembling frame. He blinked his optics several times, hoping— wishing and even praying to Primus almighty that the silhouette of that single bot would just vanish with the darkness that assaulted his processors.
Please, go away…
Darkness, like the endless expanse of space was limitless. Running from several cycles, never knowing if he would reach Cybertron or meet his end in the cosmos. He ran not because he wanted to, but because he had no other purpose, no other choice. Every star in the galaxy shone so brilliantly, giving him just a tiny fraction of hope that he would make it back home and see his dear conjunx after being away on earth for what seemed like an eternity. Everything Blurr dealt with on that scrapheap of a planet, every lonely moment hunched over himself as he dreamed of that sweet baritone voice—
Everything— his purpose was Longarm.
"Agent Blurr?"
Longarm, the same mech now standing before him with that familiar charming smile and rigid frame that always held him so tenderly. When everything felt like it was falling apart, Longarm was always there to support Blurr in his darkest moments.
Just like now.
Blurr's processor stuttered. Turning up his helm he hesitated before sprinting forward, frame moving faster than anything else.
"Agent Blurr, come here," Longarm smiled, tilting his helm in that same way that always made Blurr weak in the knees. Without hesitation he barrelled into Longarm's chassis, sobbing into the crook of his neck and inhaling that always intoxicating scent of oil and candied-energon.
"Please…" Blurr begged, despite not even knowing what he was even begging for.
Thankfully, Longarm knew, Longarm always knew what Blurr needed most.
With a soft coo, Longarm gently scooped Blurr into his arms, cradling him close so that nothing or no one could ever dare to tear them apart. He shuffled forward, depositing the lithe bot across a low table and immediately descending upon Blurr's trembling lips like a starved mech.
"You make me crazy, so undeniably crazy…" Longarm vented.
The speedster responded with a whine, so needy and undeniably desperate. His long legs easily wrapped around Longarm's wide frame, pulling him close so that their frames melded into one single being. A familiar dance that they've done several times before, a dance that they've done since becoming conjunx.
That was the thing, they were conjunx. Even while in the middle of a war with constant death on both sides, Blurr was unable to stop himself from being swayed by the sweet, coy words of his superior commander. He fell for the gentle aura that was hidden behind his gruff exterior. Longarm had shown Blurr a side of himself that no other bot had seen, and Blurr, ever the romantic, fell deeply in love with that secret held between them. The sultry glances in between meetings and tender touches behind closed doors was simply a plus. They were supposed to be a happy couple who got conjunxed and would soon retire from the war to start a family together once this was all over.
Where did that supposed happy life go?
"Shh, you're thinking too much. Just focus on now, focus on me," Longarm's voice was soft. Thick digits trailed down the speedster's lean frame, coming to rest just above that spot that always made Blurr sing so beautifully. "Open up for me."
Oh, this was their happy life, just him and Longarm. That's all he needed.
It was like something snapped inside of his logic processor. Blurr trembled, unable to contain the sobs that tore at his intake as he opened up his array panel, revealing his already lubricated valve which leaked with a passionate want and desire. The dark node atop his lips blinked rapidly, already fully charged as it tried to beckon over the one mech who could break him apart in an instant.
"Don't leave me Longarm, don't go…"
Blurr clung to him, pulling Longarm close by the shoulders and peppering kisses along his audials where it always drew Longarm crazy with lust. A canine nipped at the junction between his helm and his shoulders which elicited a desperate rev from the larger bot.
"My dear Blurr, I would never dare to leave you. Just as you are mine, I am yours. We are conjunxed afterall."
Panels shifted once again and Blurr was taken aback as he saw the brilliantly pulsing light of Longarm's spark right in front of him. As if possessed, Blurr immediately did the same, retracting his chassis panels and showing his madly pulsing spark which frantically beat with the ever rising anxiety of its owner.
Longarm smiled, a faint red blinked across his optics but Blurr ignored it. He had already fallen into a depravity that he could no longer escape from. In the end, the poor Autobot soldier had chosen love over his own cause. Unfortunately, whether it be in this lifetime or the next, he would never hesitate to make the same decision again. Because Blurr's fate had been ensnared in Longarm's Shockwave's tendrils since their very first meeting.
"My Longarm."
"My Blurr."
Slowly they came together, sparks pulsing as one as their chassis met in a fervent kiss. Blurr's optics blinked, remaining firm as he kept contact with Longarm who never once looked away. Their faces contorted between pain and pleasure, lost in the euphoria of pure-white static that overloaded their systems.
In that moment Blurr could feel everything.
Blurr, Blurr, Blurr, Blurr, Blurr, Blurr, Blurr Blurr Blurr Blurr—
That's all it was, just a constant mantra of infinite obsession that couldn't even be quantified. Blurr moaned, limbs twitching as he was overwhelmed by the sheer love that Longarm projected upon his spark. His sensors began to thrum with electricity, sparks pulsed between their frames, sharing such intense pleasures that drew debauched groans and moans from both of their intakes.
"Longarm oh frag, Longarm I love you!"
With each klik that passed he felt closer to reaching an overload that would bring him to the well of Allspark. Blurr felt numb to whatever grasp Shockwave had on his conjunx because right now, right here, it was only him and Longarm.
As the world spun and his frame burned intensely, Blurr finally began to feel something hard hitting against his thighs. His vocalizer had been completely fried so he couldn't say anything. The confusion across his faceplate morphed into surprise and then pure pleasure as he finally felt Longarm's thick spike inch its way into his valve. The sensation from their spark merge and now interfacing brought them both to new heights they never thought was possible.
Blurr cried, whining and moaning like a common buybot as everything became too much— yet not enough.
"Ah ah y-yes there please!" He mewled, canting his hips forward as the tip of Longarm's spike assaulted his ceiling node with pure precision.
Lubricant dribbled in thick globs, his valve swelled from the brutal slaps and his node became engorged as energon pulsed rapidly through every nerve in his frame. Saliva dribbled from Blurr's intake, glossa leaning up to lick away at the condensation that settled over Longarm's plating.
Longarm grunted, lost in his own processor. Whether he was Longarm or Shockwave, he never had a moment of peace inside of his helm. Voices, words, equations, thoughts and problems and even the whispers of the cosmic haunt him inside his mind. His only moment of peace had been with Blurr, in his arms, lost in the vast expanse of space with only the two bots with themselves to keep alive.
Longarm could Shockwave actually experience a moment of peace.
Silence.
Solace.
Love.
With Agent Blurr. An Autobot. And he would be dawned by Primus himself if he ever let such a jewel escape his grasp. He does not keep Blurr out of loyalty for his Lord, but for a purpose much stronger, more pure and undying than anything else in the universe.
"Blurr, I love you!"
Oh, it was absolutely amazing.
The universe exploded into a million pieces. Their vision turned white as they everything completely fell apart. Longarm was actually first to overload, he growled, hips rutting into that tight heat with wild abandon as his very spark itself felt like it caught on fire. There was no logic behind what he was feeling. Only pure instinct, pure desire that culminated into this one single moment.
Red pooled across Longarm's optics but Blurr couldn't even be bothered to care anymore. He was drifting off between consciousness and unconsciousness. His engines thrummed, wheels revving against the desk but taking him nowhere. His circuits pumped with static which fueled his processors to the point of short-circuiting.
"Ah ah L-Longarm yes!"
"Blurr… oh Blurr you make me…"
A sick, twisted urge coiled around his spark. With every thrust of his hips which pumped thick spurts of transfluid across Blurr's forge, another uncontrollable force began to take control of Longarm's processors.
Shockwave He pressed a servo tightly across Blurr's throat, digging his nails into the speedster's vocalizer which sputtered and crackled painfully.
Blurr smiled up at him.
How illogical.
Longarm suddenly yanked the shuddering bot close, claiming his lips in another passionate kiss. He nipped until he tasted energon. Glossas tangled, optics clenched tightly as they allowed every emotion and sensation take over.
Oh it was absolutely illogical, so revolting for the scientist who swore an oath only for the pursuit of knowledge.
Yet here he was, so easily shackled by the same bot who he thought he had finally caught in his own web of lies.
How romantic.
Blurr purred, softly rubbing his helm against Longarm's shoulder and rubbing a tender servo across the bulge of his abdomen. Longarm had filled him to the brim, stuffing his forge until the swell of his protoform left him with a dull, but intoxicating ache. The blue across Blurr's optics looked muddled, like a pool that had been trashed with waste. Even then, when his frame laid used and abused, he still continued to look up at Longarm with such pure adoration.
Longarm couldn't help but smile back. His lips curled, tasting the energon around the corner of his intake. With his larger servo he also rubbed softly over Blurr's abdomen, delighting in the way he forced a soft whine from the Autobot when he pressed hard against the middle.
A squirt of transfluid gushed out the sides of where their arrays connected. Frothy fluids bubbling between their frames and creating a symphony from the sound of their interfacing. The slapping of metal was loud, but the buzzing in their audials was even louder.
If anyone was to come across this couple they would find that they were incapable of ever separating them. In this moment Cybertron had simply collapsed, fallen into the abyss so that only Blurr and Longarm stood as the final witnesses to Cybertron's final breath. Nothing could ever dare to penetrate the tender moment between Autobot and Decepticon. Even while their species were at war, decimating planets and fighting to freedom— they could not give a single ounce of a care in the world.
Sparkchambers burst with light, tendrils interlocked their sparks together and they continued to bask in the touch of their loved one. Slowly, limbs shifted, metal unlocking and hinges creaking.
Blurr had already lost. He had become so intoxicated in the love that poisoned his energon veins. Even while staring upon the single red optic, he could only feel an immense joy bubbling up inside of him.
"My Longarm," Blurr uttered, gently caressing the protruding finials from Shockwave's helm.
"Yes, my Blurr, I am here," Shockwave spoke gently. He dragged a clawed digit down Blurr's thighs, circling over the gap between his pedes where his wheels laid and earning himself a delighted giggle from the Autobot.
Joy? Is this was this emotion was called?
While basking in the glory of their interfacing and lulling each other into a brief bout of recharge, Shockwave was suddenly alerted by an incoming transmission.
"It has been taken. We have won."
As Megatron's baritone voice filtered off into the distance, Shockwave could only vent peacefully, feeling his limbs sag and frame collapse atop of Blurr who continued to smile down at his conjunx.
"Are you okay my love?"
"It is alright, I am simply… happy."
"So am I, we are together again, and hopefully with sparklings very soon."
Peace through tyranny was always criticized as evil, but if you were to ask Shockwave Longarm, he thinks that this kind of ending was a true happily ever after for everyone involved.