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WHO: Dead End and Rung
WHERE: In the medbay.
WHEN: A few days after everything that happened when Rung first woke up.
WHAT: Making up ~~and making out~~
WARNINGS: Nadda~

Actually, it had taken him him a few days to recover enough so that he could get up and move around and then it was a matter of working up the nerve to talk to Dead End. He knew that Knock Out wasn't going to let either of them leave until they made up--considering the medic had made it clear that Rung could only go back to his office if he had someone to look after him and that someone was Dead End apparently--but it was just a matter of him not feeling so awkward and nervous.

He was really worried that the other just wanted nothing more to do with him.

It was late, around that time that most would be resting but Rung's thoughts were keeping him up. He wanted out of the med bay, wanted to get back to helping others but he just..

Hesitating briefly, the therapist slowly pushed himself up and slid off his berth, wincing at how stiff he still felt. At least most of the pain was gone; that was a plus. He started away from his berth and slowly sought out the mech he was after, resisting the urge to start wringing his hands together, instead offering a small smile in greeting.

Hold it together, Rung.

"..Dead End..could..we talk?"

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Oh. Oh maybe--

Had he called that wrong?

Rung searched the other's gaze, looking for some indication of what was going on in Dead End's head but he just really wasn't finding anything. It made him tense a bit, suddenly worried that he had made a horrible mistake.

"Dead End.." he started then faltered a bit over his words, vents cycling quickly as the therapist began to pull his hand away. "I'm--that was impulsive of me--I just..I wanted you to...I wanted to tell you..but if you don't want that--me--I'd understand."

Dead End's hand reaches out to grab hold of Rung's wrist as the therapist pulls his hand away. He's not entirely sure what just happened, but it did. Maybe. This might not be a dream, and Rung might have just kissed him.

Maybe.

He didn't want the other pulling away, not if he could help it. Although there isn't much force behind it, the grab being gentle, something Rung could easily break if he wanted.

"I-" what does he even say? "I don't... What- Did you just kiss me?"

Let's start with something simple.

The grab stops him, Rung fighting the initial urge to jerk away, just an automatic response he'd built up from bad situation after bad situation.

"...I told you. I..I want to be able to do that, which is why I can't be your therapist because it oversteps a lot of boundaries when it comes to doctor-patient relations and--" He stops himself, realizing he's starting to ramble and instead moves his arm to break Dead End's grip, taking a hold of the other's hand and bringing it to his own cheek now.

"...If you'll have me..that is."

Rung wants to be able to kiss him. Because Rung wants to kiss him he can't be his therapist anymore, since there's some doctor thing. Okay, makes sense. For the most part at least.

Wait.

"But I-" he cuts himself off as Rung moves his hand.

Oh. Well frag him. ~~Literally, right here, right now.~~ Someone please say this wasn't some dream experience. He'd barely been recharging to begin with. It wasn't right?

"...You don't... hate me?"

"Hate--Dead End, why would I hate you?" Rung asked, looking confused. "I was surprised before, but that's all. There's no reason for me to hate you, at least not that I can see."

There's a shy note creeping into his voice, the therapist kind of looking everywhere but Dead End at the moment.

"..I..would be lying if I said it wasn't nice waking up with you beside me."

"You didn't... seem to," want him? Like him like that? Kiss him back the first time. He could probably stand around and give Rung a list, but right now? Probably not the best of ideas. Or ever giving him a list for that. Or giving him a list of why he should hate him, definitely not that one.

He moves his hand down the side of Rung's face, pausing before pulling his hand away.

"I, I'd like... this," there's an unspoken 'but' in there, as he turns his gaze to the ground. "I'm not a good choice, Rung."

The touch is nice and Rung leans into it without hesitation, a soft sound of protest escaping him when the other pulls his hand away.

"...I think you're a perfect choice," he said without hesitation, shifting closer as he reached up to rest a hand against Dead End's cheek, trying to get the other to meet his gaze. "I don't care what you were or what you have to do. It's who you are and I accept that. It doesn't change the fact that I care about you, a lot."

The Decepticon glances up at the small sound of protest from Rung, not really expecting to hear such a thing from the therapist, but his gaze quickly returns to the ground.

What is he supposed to do?

He can't exactly agree with Rung, that he's a perfect choice. Not when there's probably Autobots out there, who'd be a much better match for the other. Other bots out there who aren't Decepticons, and who don't feed off of others. Those sound far more perfect than him, and he does his best to avoid looking up at Rung, despite the touch to his cheek.

"I survive by feeding off your energy Rung, you can do better than me." He protests, voice growing quiet. He wants this. Primus, how he wants this. But there's no way the universe would let him have it. If this isn't a dream, Rung must just be caught up in the moment.

"Maybe you need some time to think about it... Look at your other options." Time to properly crush whatever amount of hope decided to crawl into his processor.

"I don't need time, and I don't need other options. The option I want is right here," Rung said softly, lifting his other hand now to cup both of Dead End's cheeks. "I don't care that you feed off energy. I've already gone to see Prima about it and we're going to find alternatives for you."

Surprise, Dead End.

"I care about you and I want to...be with you..if you'll have me. I know it's not generally what most want, being in a relationship with a therapist but I..." he trailed off, knowing he was moving down that path of degrading himself a bit with his words, instead opting to caress the others cheeks. "...I'd like a chance to try this..if you'd be willing."

Even with his broody outlook, Dead End had to admit this was nice. Having Rung touch him like this, say those things about wanting him and not wanting to look at his other options. It wasn't something he was used to, not something he'd really heard before at any point in his life really. None of his previous relations, back before the war, were anything like this. None of them acted like Rung was.

There was no denying that it was a nice thing to hear.

But that only left one thing twisting around in his head - just what was the universe planning? Nothing good had happened to him since the dark energon, it wouldn't just do something nice for him without something disastrous happening to make up for it. His luck was not that good. Life didn't like him that much.

The mention of Prima does snap him out of his thoughts, for the moment, Dead End looking up at Rung, a tad confused.

"You... did?"

Oh. Unexpected. He hadn't thought that any of the Firstforged would have had the time. Or cared. He isn't too sure how he feels about it, but this conversation wasn't about his diet.

"I don't," he shuffles, those recently repaired wings twitching nervously. "I don't mind that you're a therapist," because if Rung was going to judge him he'd have done it already. He'd have done so and they wouldn't be having this conversation right now.

"I still feel you need time to really think about this... I- I like you, I want to... But there are better choices out there. Ones that won't let you get hurt... Where you don't have to worry about being eaten in your sleep."

"I trust you, Dead End."

And that was something he wanted to make extremely clear to the other. Despite the oddity of Dead End's eating habits, Rung trusted him and knew that the other was good at core, even with that Decepticon symbol he bore. The other had never done anything to not deserve the therapist's trust and he had been nothing but kind to Rung from the get go.

"If I get hurt, it's my own fault. I have a nasty habit of getting myself into bad situations and I just have plain old bad luck on top of it. If anything, I worry that being with me would get you hurt, because that's the last thing I want to see happen," he said sincerely, a pained looked going through his optics. "Again that is..because seeing you as you were after your fight with those creatures..."

It had hurt his spark. A lot. And combine that with the fact that he hadn't been able to do anything to help Dead End and he just felt absolutely worthless.

"I know you don't like to think highly of yourself but I can see everything that's good about you, Dead End, and that's why I want this. That's why I want you."

Dead End's original kindness to Rung had been nothing but Whirl will kill me if anything happens. That quickly changed when he'd actually continued through his first session with the therapist, Rung even letting him take energy. From that point he'd started to like the other and with each time they'd talked or gone out, he'd come to terms with the fact that yes. He liked Rung. There was no reason to be anything, but nice to the Autobot, and Dead End wasn't much of a mean spirit anyway. Broody and creepy sure, but mean for the sake of it? Never.

"It wasn't your fault, it was mine." The Stunticon protests, "If you hadn't known then you wouldn't have gone out... You'd have been okay. It was my bad luck rubbing off on you, good things just don't happen with me."

Lifting his hands he pulls Rung's away from his face. There's. There's a lot that needs to be said.

"There's games that involve beating me up, you know. Being with you... I'd get just as hurt as I do for just existing."

Not that he's saying it would be a good idea, because it wouldn't.

"You deserve better than me."

Better than some Decepticon that doesn't fight back.

The therapist's optics narrow a bit, his hands shifting in Dead End's grip to take hold of the Decepticon's hands.

"If anyone tries to hurt you, they won't get away with it. I don't care what others think or feel. I don't need to them to dictate what I do. I've lived long enough to be able to take care of myself, despite how it may seem at times," he said in all seriousness. He was older than most of the individuals here and yet others treated him like he was young at times.

Just because he had bad luck didn't mean he was young. Rung just wasn't a fighter so when placed in a situation that required fighting..well..

"To me, you are the best I could ask for, despite what you might think or what others might say. It's their own fault for not giving you a chance. I enjoy your company, your presence, and this is what I want, Dead End."

"Rung, you can't fight. It's- I'm not worth the risk."

He gives the therapist a concerned look, trying to help and not being able to fight was what landed him in the medbay to begin with. Who knows what standing up for him might result in.

The last thing he wants is for Rung to sustain injuries worse than he had this time around. Or worse, die because of him,

"But I," How does anyone argue with this bot? Were all therapists this stubborn? "You really want this? ...Shouldn't you maybe give it one more night of thinking. Recharge on it, in case you change your mind."

He'd probably change his mind. That was how life was.

"To me, you are, and no, I don't need more time because I've known what I wanted for awhile. I just wasn't sure if you'd be interested at all, because no one else has been in the past, so I was hesitant to do anything about how I felt," he admitted, voice soft as he shifted just a bit closer--just wanting to be close to the other.

"I want this, Dead End. I've never been more sure of anything," Rung added, optics softening in a gentle expression as he freed one of his hands and reached up to brush his fingers along the other's jawline.

"Please don't push me away.."

There's a moment where Dead End isn't quite sure he heard that right. Rung had wanted this for a while? The other hadn't just began thinking about it because of the kiss? All of this, it had to be a dream what other explanation could there be?

If he was treating him, he wouldn't be 'treating him' or so Skids had said. That would explain some things, but why him? Why would his luck suddenly change?

A mech he liked actually liking him back? This wasn't before the war, when he'd sweet-talk customers. This kind of thing didn't happen to him these days, especially not when that other was an Autobot.

"I don't... I don't want to push you away..." He should though. For Rung's sake. His continued survival too.

Relief flooded him when the other spoke, a small smile blossoming.

"Good...because I really don't want you to," he murmured, allowing himself to be a little wanting for once. To show just how much he wanted this; wanted Dead End.

The hesitation crept back in now, Rung unsure what else to say at this point though he could think of a couple of things to do. There was just a shyness again, one that he couldn't seem to shake even though he was already so close to the other.

"..Is...could I..." the therapist started then paused, starting to draw his hand away before stopping, peering up at the other.

And then he just said screw it.

Leaning up, he kissed the other again, eyes flickering offline as he cupped the cheek he'd been caressing, his other arm going around Dead End's neck.

Optics glance at Rung, he can't quite smile back, but it's good to see the therapist do it. To see him something other than upset, because that isn't something he wants to do. He's done enough harm to the other, he doesn't want to do more... Although if he goes through with this, then it's possible something could happen.

"Hm-" he starts a question but is cut off by a kiss. Well, when Rung wanted something he went for it.

Stubborn therapist who he can't argue with.

Eventually he relaxes some and presses into the kiss, arms gently wrapping around the Autobot and pulling him right up close. Frag he'd forgotten how good this was...

Frag he's going to hate himself when this all goes bad. Everything good always goes bad.

Hesitantly he pulls away, the faintest little smile on his face. "I, uh... Rung, do me a favor? I want you to think on this, just one more night okay... It. It doesn't have to be tonight... Maybe tomorrow. But, just think about this. I don't want to hurt you if it ends badly, and knowing me it probably will."

That faint little smile he gets from Dead End makes his spark swell a bit and, even if the other's request is a bit disheartening--though expected--the smile doesn't fade all that much.

"Alright...I will," he agreed, though he didn't move away from the other, already knowing what his answer would be even with a night to think about it.

You aren't getting rid of him that easily, Dead End.

"About that though...I..would very much like to get back to my office soon so, once we discuss things again tomorrow..can we get out of here?" Rung asked, optics dimming a bit because he really hadn't been resting well.

He'd never found much comfort in med bays.

He doesn't want to get rid of Rung, he wants to keep him around, be with him... But he'd be lying if he didn't say that a part of him wanted Rung to say no. To decide that, actually, he didn't want to try this.

He'd become used to rejection over the years since the dark energon and the war and just being too creepy for anyone to even considering giving him a chance. He shouldn't expect such a negative attitude from everyone towards him, but he does. Few have proved him wrong. More importantly however, is the fact that if Rung said no then he wouldn't get more attached to the therapist. He'd brood, sure, but it'd likely be easier to deal with in the long run. When luck went bad and their time together ended.

But if Rung decides that this is in fact what he wants he won't complain. He wants it too, even with the doubt in his processor. And he'll stick by Rung if that's the choice, until the world decides to stomp him into rust.

"Sure, tomorrow... after we talk we can go back to your office." Assuming Rung decided he wanted to go through with this. He was sounding pretty sure now. It's hard to tell if that's good or bad - the selfish part of him definitely likes it.

"You don't... like it here? I was uh, going to the energon pools," no he wasn't, that had been a lie. "We could... go down there now if you wanted. It's not your office, but it's not as busy as the medbay... We could. Talk. If that'd make you happy."

Yeah. Talk.

"It's just...medbays have never really been comfortable for me," he admitted. Having been in and out of them for a long while, he just didn't like them anymore.

The mention of the energon pools has his eyes flickering in surprise, the therapist mulling it over for a moment. It sounded nice, relaxing even, and Rung did like the idea of spending some more time with the other in such a manner...

"...That sounds really nice," Rung said softly, giving the other a gentle smile. He knew that he was supposed to take the rest of the night to think about their relationship and what it all means and if it's really what he wants but he'd much rather do this.

"Did something happen?" he questions, tilting his head down to look at Rung. "Are you okay? Did Knock Out do something?"

...

Aside from talk to Rung about him. Maybe he didn't fix up the therapist properly. Or something. He should talk to him again, make sure nothing happened.

Worry aside, he gives a small nod when Rung agrees, resting his head atop the other's. "It should be empty now, so... We'll have the place to ourselves."

"Oh, no, nothing like that. It's just an in general sort of thing. I've never been all that fond of them," Rung reassured the other, giving him a small smile. "Knock Out has been nothing but kind."

Other than when he sort of, you know, choked the therapist when he got angry but Rung had handled that on his own. The other's grip had been nothing compared to Whirl's.

A content rev sounded from the smaller mech as Dead End rested his head on top of Rung's, optics dim in an at ease sort of way.

"That sounds fantastic," he murmured, stroking the back of the other's neck since his arm was still around his companion. "Very much so."

Talking to Knock Out, despite Rung's clarification, is still on his list of things to do. He has to be sure. But if it was just in general that wasn't too bad, as far as he knew any way. Maybe he was just like everyone else Dead End had spoken to that seemed to hate medbays. Because they were boring, or something.

"Good, he's one of the better Decepticons." Meaning he was one of the guys on Dead End's side that didn't go around calling him a freak or crazy.

Always a plus.

The Stunticon's engine practically purrs - albeit quietly - when Rung strokes the back of his neck. A long time indeed.

"You know, you weren't ever supposed to find out I liked you..." It's hard to decide if he should be thanking Knock Out or be cross with him for his meddling.

"But, uh... We should head down now," he gives the therapist a gentle tug. "Before someone notices."

"I'm glad I did though..gave me the push to admit to you that I liked you in return," Rung murmured with a small smile, enjoying the sound and the feel of the others engine, even if the sound is quiet. He would have been more than happy to keep up his caresses but the tug from the other mech had his moving to follow, hand dropping from Dead End's neck.

Maybe he'd get the chance to do it again once they were down in the pools.

" Alright, lead the way. I didnt even realize there were Energon pools so I have no idea how to get there."