Author's Note: Definitely wouldn't mind doing a vacation for these two!

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"Please… please don't ask me." Streetwise was shuddering ever so slightly, feeling the soft brush of lips touching against the side of his throat, lingering and sliding softly over the warm metal leaving him shivering with desire. He could not escaped what had happened to him… could not escape the fact that he was a Praxus 'survivor' as some of them from that broken group of fighters called themselves.

"I love you." Came the gentle whisper against the Mech's audio, strong arms curling completely around his damp lover, dropping soft kisses across the warm body, before dipping his head and touching the extremely sensitive hinges of those doorwings.

A soft sob escaped him, the contact between them conveying the other's worry and need to be able to be there for Streetwise. This was the one thing Rodimus could do for the other Mech, 'Wise had always given him such strength and reassurance that he could feel the difference right down to his Spark.

"I love you, no matter what it is."

Swallowing hard around the lump in his vocal components, "Praxus."

Rodimus Prime froze. He knew well what had happened in that place. So many lives lost… his little Rescue Mech… And he suddenly had the most horrible feeling… There had been a rescue team captured by the Decepticons, one that had lost several of its members and when they were found one was barely hanging on to life… an image of the wounded flickered through his processors and he suddenly recognised the pale blue optics… Charred… missing a limb… half torn apart…

"No…"

"You saw the holos?" Streetwise whispered, feeling the arms about him tighten sharply, making him squeak softly in surprise.

"Primus. Not you… Beloved… not you…" The Prime was trembling something fierce, his entire chassis heaving with the heated breaths that were escaping him, his entire body shuddering with the image that now tormented him no matter if he closed his optics in an attempt to shut it out. "How could they do that to you?"

"I am an Autobot. They wished no one to be alive… I… I was so close to the Matrix when we finally did manage to get out…"

"Why… why didn't you tell me? Is this the reason…" A palm pressed against the warm Spark casing, caressing it lightly and feeling the other jerk ever so slightly under the touch. "Is this the reason we haven't merged?"

Flustered and not being able to look at his lover, he nodded ever so slightly.

"'Wise, there is nothing in this entire universe that could ever make me not love you. You're my other half, my better half." He was rocking the other Mech, arms curled tightly around the other's waist. "If you do not wish to show me. You don't have to. I'm happy now, happy with you. Happy with what we have. You're given me so much, Love, more than I can ever express to you." And he hoped one day they would Bond. He wanted it… craved it. Craved having this beautiful Mech to himself and knowing him on a level that no other ever would.

"I have?" Streetwise liked knowing he was able to help the Prime. His mouth formed into an 'o' of appreciation when those lips brushed against his audio and Rodimus chirped something softly in Cybertronian, something that made 'Wise fluster so badly, that he half sagged into his lover's grip. "Do you… mean that?"

"Yes."

"Primus… wow…"

"My thoughts exactly."

"You think… that much of me?"

"I definitely do, Beautiful."

"You… you want to Bond with me?"

"If you'll have me."

"Of course I will!"

"Good. Because I never want to let you go."

"This one?"

"No."

"This one?"

"Are you colour blind?"

"Wise…"

"Its awful. Really awful. Its worse then that other one you liked."

"Hey!"

"You have to admit, for someone who has a magnificent paintjob, you're terrible at choosing colours."

"Where is that servo going?"

"No where in particular…"

"We're meant to be choosing colours… not… oooh…"

"Are you complaining?"

"No… keep going…"

"It was Kup wasn't it?"

"How did you… know?"

"You seem to be his favourite target in recent Orns."

Rodimus's head dropped back against Streetwise's knees, his shoulders rolling slightly as fingers were sliding between the seams and joints, rubbing at painfully tight muscle cables beneath, stroking at all the points that were knotting up. It felt so good like that, making him shudder slightly in delight at the feeling of the other giving him a shoulder rub. He loved knowing that if he came back to their shared quarters, he knew immediately that there was someone else there. They had moved quarters, both giving up their old ones in favour of this new one… however, the colour scheme still seemed to be a little bit of a problem.

"I swear if I hear one more story about rivet eating monsters…"

Streetwise was twittering with laughter at his lover's expression, before draping both arms around Rodimus's neck, snuggling in against his back as the Prime sat on the floor before their couch, colour cards littering the floor around the pair of them. "I thought you liked his stories."

"That isn't even funny." A pout touched the Prime's face.

"It is. It is when I get to watch."

"You… sneaky…"

"My job is to watch to make sure you don't do something stupid. Not that you do that often anymore…"

"HEY!"

"Do I even want to mention the song 'Dare to be Stupid'?"

"I like that one…"

"You just like the Eighties."

"Hey, all the good stuff comes from then…"

"You do have a point. Human are more amusing when they are 'stuck' in the Eighties. How a human can become stuck in time… I have no idea."

"Temporal anomaly."

"Right."

"Its well… why couldn't we have arrived then?"

"Tracks did."

"Tracks is a little nutty…"

Shaking his head slightly, Streetwise let out a sigh. "Tracks is also mated to a Human. I would not wish to know the long term effects of that…"

"Good point."

"Humans are surprisingly like us in a way." Streetwise thought for a moment before he was wrapping both arms around his lover's shoulders and just holding tightly on to him, letting out a quiet sigh and just being glad that Rodimus had allowed him time to speak about what had happened to him at Praxus. His lover was good at that… always good at giving him what he needed when even he didn't realise what he wanted. "We should go on vacation."