I know, I know. I should be updating Overemotional! I promise I will get to it - the ending and some important details are just fighting with me right now. Till then, here's a little one-shot I came up with in writing class the other day. It's completely unedited, so feel free to correct me on grammar/spelling/and the like.

Disclaimer: Transformers is not mine. I make no profit from this.

Sunstreaker smirked as the grayed out frame crumpled at his feet. The mech's spark flickered once, twice, before finally dying in the gladiator's clenched fist. Energon poured over the golden hand and down a matching arm. Sunstreaker dropped the empty spark chamber with a disgusted grunt, and looked towards his twin brother.

Sideswipe's opponent was still alive, but it was painfully obvious the crimson warrior was merely toying with the poor fragger.

Sunstreaker's handsome face twisted into a dark scowl.

"Hurry up! I want to get this filth off before my whole frame needs a repaint!"

Sideswipe grinned as he tossed the other mech to the ground, and sent a lazy glance to his golden counterpart.

"Oh c'mon Sunny!"

Sunstreaker growled; a dangerous rumble deep in his engine. "Sideswipe…"

The red twin heaved a sigh of mock exasperation. "Fiine."

Sideswipe turned back to his opponent, positively vibrating with a feral glee. The mech froze in his half standing position, optics locked on his approaching death. Sideswipe slowly stalked forwards until he was standing above the mech. Moving faster than sight could trace, the gladiator grabbed his victim in a tight hold. One arm wrapped around a supple sliver neck, the other brought a hand up to caress a tear stained check plate.

Sideswipe's lips brushed the other mech's audio as he whispered, "Don't be frightened. I'm doing you a favor."

The mech opened his mouth, but before a word could pass his lips, his neck was snapped, and he was silenced forever.

Chuckling darkly, Sideswipe dropped the carcass of his opponent next to that of his brother's.

Scarlet and gold stood side by side, glancing blandly at the bodies before looking back at one another. Sunstreaker scoffed, crossing his arms.

"This was too easy. What was Grindshaft thinking?"

Sideswipe threw an arm around his twin and shrugged. "Maybe he needed someone to get rid of the trash for him?"

Sunstreaker side stepped his brother's casual embrace. "I'm no one's garbage drone," he growled. Turning, he marched to the arena doors. "Come on, I need a shower in the next breem, or heads will roll."

Sideswipe kicked the helm of his offlined opponent.

"Haven't they already?"

When his comment was predictably ignored, Sideswipe followed his brother. The crimson warrior gave a half-hearted wave to the previously forgotten crowd, and then he was gone, disappearing into the Pits he and his brother called home.