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10) Trick or treat & Things that go Bump in the Night

Old bunny returns for a short comment on halloween :heart:

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"Don't! We shouldn't do anything here…" Orion squirmed but didn't really try to get the larger miner mech's hands off him. Primus! He had missed him so, a groon was really far too long to be apart. And a dark corner in a bar was preferable to the dance floor or the street when it came right down to it, his dermas curled in a slightly drunken smile.
"Why not? You like it… you're getting hot. Mmm real hot, I like that," the low rumble did funny things to his back struts, the hot venting against his chassis smelled of high grade and moisture… condensation? He certainly wasn't the only one getting hot.
"Shut up and kiss me!" He twisted and brought their dermas together in a hungry kiss… Kissing they could do, and soon, very soon, more. Come on, Dion! Getting Hot Rod couldn't possibly take that long…
A rumbling laugh greeted that demand but Megatron was not at all adverse to giving him what he wanted. Orion knew him well enough by now, could read his moods and his n
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The first clue that something was amiss was the mechs running, yes, his big bad Decepticons could run on occasion, from the throne room.
Second clue was that Soundwave and Shockwave were both among the running mechs. Well, they kept it to a more dignified pace but they were still retreating with their proverbial tails between their legs.
Only one mech could make the upper echelon of his army run, or at least walk very fast, and he had not been expecting him home for several orn yet. Of course returning early from a blotched mission would explain a mood fit to make others run for their lives.
With good reason.
"Orion," the doors were still open and he saw his mate the moment he stepped though them, curled up on the seat of his throne. Almost huddling. His side of the bond was closed tight, something that usually meant his little lover was in pain.
Or very, very angry at someone. Possibly both.
"Your army is full of incompetent fraggers thinking with their interface hardware!" the snap r
 
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*giggles* n////n