DON'T COUNT MISTAKES I LOST TRACK OF THEM

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( He's in trouble. He's Rodimus, the younger of Nova's two candidates for Prime, and he is absolutely in trouble. It's not his fault. He just happened to be somewhere where trouble results, although okay - that part isn't new.

And he knows exactly how he got here in the first place, it's the same as it always is.

Orion frowns at him every time he leaves the Primal Basilica dressed in a cloak - knowing full well that he's going to go to those places that Nova finds unlawful and unruly. Sure, the other Prime in training had attempted to stop him before, to no avail. That makes something twinge in Rodimus because he likes Orion, he really does.

Then again, most people like Orion 'Super Cop, Future Prime' Pax. Because apparently some people like having a career that's pointless once you know you'll carry the Matrix. He guesses that has to do with Orion having spent some of his life from out of Nova's influence - maybe that made you like police work.

Not that Rodimus would know what that's like - Nova snatched him up two days after he was forged, as if he knew exactly where to find him. Must be a 'wisdom of the Matrix' thing. Find your replacements before someone else does and what not. But it boiled down to the fact that he'd never really got to know or experience life outside the basilica walls and for every time Nova told him he shouldn't or couldn't go out - he did.

Which is how he ends up standing over someone he punched into a wall - thanks Galvatron and Cyclonus for teaching him that one - inadvertently starting a bar fight that he is determined to win. Rodimus is pretty sure that as a mysterious cloaked and hooded figure, he definitely looks awesome which negates the trouble.

Mostly. )

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[thesurpriseinside]

[ He gets a very indignant huff for that. ]

You have a warped idea of what cute is.

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No offense, Minimus, but you're not doing a good job of convincing me otherwise.

( Juuuuust saying. )

[thesurpriseinside]

I stand by my opinion.

[ He reaches out to brush his fingers against the side of Rodimus' face, tracing the lines of his helm. ] I would say you're beautiful, but I'm not sure your ego needs it.

gently uses this account because lmf icons

[rodders]

You've just said it. You can't take it back now.

( There's an appreciative, low hum at the touch as Rodimus leans into it. But his smile is less smug and more soft around the edges and he untucks one of his arms to catch Minimus' hand in his, pressing his lips against the knuckles. )

And my ego can always use a boost.

( Beautiful. Minimus thinks he's beautiful. That stirs something warm in his chassis, as if his spark has swelled rather than his head. Which means that the sensible thing to do is kiss him again - this time long and slow. )

such a face it is

[thesurpriseinside]

[ He nearly smiles in return, feeling unexpectedly warm at the gentle kiss against his hand. ]

Well. It is the truth.

[ And then he's only all too happy to lean up into the kiss, hands sliding over Rodimus' helm and shoulders to keep him close. ]

the prettiest faces

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( He hums again, and when he finally breaks the kiss it's only to nuzzle the side of his head absentmindedly. )

You know you're not half bad yourself.

[thesurpriseinside]

Well.. Thank you. [ He turns into the touch, a low content sound escaping. He would be more than happy to stay there the rest of the night. Or well, he would be more than happy to take this to his berth and stay there but a thought occurs to him. ]

We were supposed to go dancing when you came back.

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Oh scrap.

( He pushes himself off of Minimus, trying to find something to clean themselves off with while simultaneously checking his chronometer to see if they had enough time to make it there before it started. )

We can still make it-- ( He's going to trip over his own feet if someone doesn't stop him. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ That would be Minimus, catching Rodimus' hand before he can get too far. ]

I. Was thinking perhaps we could stay in. I have music.

[ He feels rather ridiculous saying so, but also he feels strangely unwilling to give up this quiet and intimate evening. ]

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Oh. ( But then his expression brightens, and he grins - squeezing his hand momentarily. ) Sure, yeah. Pick something to dance to and I'll find something to clean up.

( With a gesture at his own thighs before going to grab a rag from wherever he remembers them being when he wandered through Minimus' apartment before. Bound to be around here somewhere, if only because he had a sneaking suspicion the dustless everything meant that someone was a bit of a neat freak. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ Ah... He had forgotten about the mess. Rodimus was proving to be a more effective distraction than he had originally anticipated. ]

There are clean cleaning clothes in the cabinet in the hall.

[ He'll still try to wipe a bit of it away himself, which is of course useless once he stands up and there is... well. A slightly larger mess running down his thighs now. He grimaces and moves to carefully select the appropriate music. ]

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( He finds them with no trouble, palming the door open and grabbing a handful. After cleaning himself and dumping the cloth somewhere where he's pretty sure it goes, he wanders back to Minimus.

Sliding his arms around the other midsection, Rodimus presses himself as close to Minimus' back as the armor will let him, resting his chin on a shoulder. )

So? What'd you find?

( Said while the hand holding the cloth drags over Minimus' abdomen, over the creases around his waist and pelvis. )

[thesurpriseinside]

[ He nearly drops the music file he's holding. It is less the embrace and more the touch that distracts him, but he leans into it after a moment's hesitation. ]

I wasn't sure what you liked. [ He holds up the file for inspection, a mixed playlist of primarily current groups that he had been sampling since.. Well, since Rodimus had taken him out. ]

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( He'd remember that if he'd found it during his first inspection of Minimus' apartment, so he just grins. Minimus can't see it but it's obvious from his tone of voice when he speaks again. )

Everything except the stuff played during the official concerts. Makes me want to recharge instead of dance.

( His hand travels lower, making a pass over Minimus' interface panel. Which Rodimus teasingly taps with one finger before moving into the lines of his inner hips and the joints there. )

[thesurpriseinside]

I do remember you saying that, but- [ He had meant to say something about how Rodimus needs to learn to appreciate the classics more, but at the tap to his interface panel his voice glitches.

He covers his mouth and coughs static once, pointedly refusing to look at Rodimus now and possibly spreading his legs a little wider. Just to give Rodimus more room to wipe him down. Since he's insisting. ]

Ah. That... Yes, well it doesn't surprise me.

[ He may have lost the thread of the conversation slightly. ]

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You said you wanted to go to one.

( Mmhmm. His laugh is bright even if he smothers some of it in the plating of Minimus' shoulder. Distracting Minimus is quickly becoming one of his favorite things to do.

Rodimus has to leave his comfortable position to finish getting Minimus' inner thighs, helm coming to rest against his hip. But that's alright because he's just going to press his lips against one of the transformation seams - if they're transformation seams at all, can this armor even transform? - before tossing the used cloth aside. )

You'd better not suddenly grow ten feet, I don't think I could get used to looking up at you.

( Because that's what he's doing from where he's nestled against his side, grinning like the idiot he is. )

[thesurpriseinside]

I still do.

[ Not letting that go, which at least gives him something to focus on outside of Rodimus' hands. Another little shiver runs through him at the kiss against his hip. He finally looks at Rodimus, only a little tentative when he reaches down and trails his fingers along the side of his face.

A pause then. ] Would it bother you. If I were larger?

[rodders]

I'll take you with me next time there's one I have to attend.

( He shrugs, sliding his hand up the plating of Minimus' thighs until it rests on the opposite hip as the one his helm is pressed against. )

Why, suddenly planning on getting an upgrade for your armor? ( A chuckle, because he thinks he's so clever. ) Nah, not really. As long as you're still Minimus Ambus.

[thesurpriseinside]

[ He makes a soft, thoughtful noise. More static than anything as his hands stroke down over the part of Rodimus he could reach. ]

It's not feasible, but I have thought about it.

[ The touch lingers over the dents he left in Rodimus' frame and he frowns, tracing them lightly. ] I've marked you.

[rodders]

( Rodimus hums in return at the touch, pressing the side of his face further against the smooth plating of Minimus' hips and legs. )

Think of the size of your mustache. ( Is he ever going to let that go? Hint: no. No he is not. ) Minimus, what if it stops being cute and starts being dignified?

( Said as if this is the most horrific thing that he could possibly imagine. But whatever ridiculousness he's going to follow it up with is put on hold - Minimus' touch causing him to shiver slightly. He's known they were there - his systems had registered the dents like they would any other external damage, yet Rodimus had been completely unbothered by their presence. Or the fact that they'd been made at all.

Something to think about. Later, though. )

Harming a Prime is a criminal offense. You might have to arrest yourself.

( Teasing, and if Minimus can't see his grin he can at least feel it against him. )

[thesurpriseinside]

You're being ridiculous.

[ To all of that. But he keeps tracing the marks, briefly sliding his hand down to fit into the dents. He can feel the grin against his plating, but he also felt the shiver and... This is doing things to him, sending a thrill through his spark that feels inappropriate. ]

I could hardly handcuff myself.

[rodders]

Mmm, but I could. There's probably a law: "the Primes have the right to take officers into custody if the officer has broken or obstructed the law," or something.

( At which point he flicks his gaze up, hands skimming up Minimus' sides. There's a wicked twist to his grin now - and he makes sure he's locked optics with the other bot while pressing his lips to a seam in Minimus' inner thigh, dragging his tongue along it for good measure. )

This isn't dancing.

( Not that he's particularly complaining. )

[thesurpriseinside]

Somehow I doubt you aren't operating with an ulterior motive.

[ And then words just aren't happening. His jaw drops open which means he's completely incapable of surpressing the sounds that come out of him. He can. Respond. He can keep himself together. ]

I'm still dirty.

[ wait. ]

[rodders]

I can't believe you'd think so little of your future Prime.

( He can, actually. But it doesn't phase him in the slightest how well Minimus might be able to peg him - he'll worry about it later. Instead he's just focused on this, a low rumble of laughter escaping him. )

Are you sure? I thought I did a decent job.

( But, well, where's the harm in double checking? Which means that Rodimus is just going to have to drag his tongue across the plating of Minimus' inner thighs. Slowly, and occasionally pressing an open mouthed kiss to the exposed joint of leg and hip.

Just to be sure. )

robot sex is weird.

[thesurpriseinside]

I think I'm starting to know you.

[ And yes, that's it, that's the last of his rationality. He'll spread his legs a little wider to give Rodimus room and then... ]

There's... A spot you missed.

[ And he did not mean for that to be the qeue for the interface panel to open, but it does. His spike is still behind it's secondary panel, but his valve was already opened, slick and trickling lubricant down his inner most thighs. ]