Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I did not write this story for slander nor do I make any profit from it.

Notes: Set maybe a year after the movie, but before Revenge of the Fallen.

Warnings: AU, slash, sexual situations between two male characters.

A Moment

He smoothed back damp chocolate locks with a gentle brush of his fingers, smiling softly in return to the light grin that formed on the tan face below him. They contrasted heavily against the cream silk sheets they were twisted on -- their sin against its purity. The bright moonlight bathed them in a revealing phantom glow -- strong arms wrapped around lithe, muscled ones -- a thin chest pressed firmly against one that was more broad.

Intertwined.

"Will," the one below him whispered in content, and he shuddered slightly at the breath that ghosted against his wrist. He liked the sound of his name, coming from him.

"It's still early," the captain whispered, running his fingers under large doe eyes. "We could ... should try to get some sleep." He chuckled softly as the face he had been mapping lifted to bury in the crook his shoulder, though the noise quickly ceased when chapped lips ghosted against his collar bone. "Sam.

"Not doin' nothin'," came the soft response, and Will could feel the smaller frame shake slightly with mirth when he groaned as teeth followed the lips. He wanted nothing more than to fall back into their earlier activities.

How had they gotten here, to this barrack, to this bed? How had they so easily cast aside their sole devotion to Sarah and Mikaela, for moments together like this?

It was doubtless that he loved his wife and daughter without boundaries, and that Sam was reaching that point with Mikaela. But every time Will set eyes on the younger man, there was no restraint to his simple desire to be with him. To touch him, hold him, kiss him. There was nothing primal about it -- no sexual desire that had to be quickly and roughly fed. His movements with Sam, unlike those with Sarah, were always gentle. Always precious.

"Please, Will," the voice pleaded, just loud enough to be heard over the quiet rumblings of Bumblebee and Ironhide as they talked outside. He glanced down, blue eyes locking with brown, and found himself trapped once more. "Don't ... don't leave me. Not just yet. Okay?"

Leave you? Will mused silently. How could I ever?

But the words did not leave his mouth. Instead, he leant down and caught the chapped lips in a slow kiss, carefully manuvering his body until he was once again covering Sam's. He pulled back, just enough to allow his fingers to trace the teen's face once more.

Alright. Alright.

End

What can I say? I love these two together. Makes my day. :3

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