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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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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."

"That might not be a good thing," he says quietly as he takes hold of Rung's hand to lead him out of the medbay and through the temple's halls. As long as they don't run into anyone on the way to the pools then everything will be okay. If they do?

He'll figure something out if that happens.

Maybe.

"If this ends badly... If something happens to you..." If Rung says that he wants to go through with this, he doesn't want the universe to ruin it. The Decepticon doesn't expect his luck to give him that however, he can't be that hopeful.

"I don't think all the temples have them, but I tried to avoid looking. Didn't want to run into any Autobots."

After some twists and turns through the temple they eventually arrive at the pools, and thankfully for Dead End not a single bot present. Good. Knowing his luck, one would show up, but best not to think about that too much. He's supposed to be talking with Rung not brooding.

"Nothing bad is going to happen," Rung countered softly, squeezing Dead End's hand as they moved along the paths to the pools, not wanting to have this conversation anymore. No matter what, he was going to stand by Dead End; it didn't matter what anyone else had to say about it.

This was his choice to make.

"Interesting. I never realized."

Probably had to do with the fact that he never really stayed at his designated temple all that much anymore.

When they finally reached the pools, Rung's optics lit up a bit in a happy manner, his grip on the other's hand tightening as his engine revved contently.

"It's wonderful." And looked beyond relaxing.

Dead End shakes his head not quite getting that this wasn't something Rung wanted to talk about.

"Something bad always happens," good ole Dead End, always ready to say something to darken the mood. Not that he was trying, but if he was going to be honest with the other then it needed to be said.

It's nice to hear the sound coming from the therapist when they finally reach the energon pools. Some kind of indication that he's happy, which is good. Which Rung deserves.

"It feels great on your joints too." He lets go of Rung's hand and motions for him to go in.

After you.

Glancing at the other as his hand in released, Rung's gaze is soft, his happiness momentarily put on hold.

"Things will be different this time," he murmured reassuringly. "Not everything will end the same, Dead End. You just have to be willing to give it a chance."

Which was the scariest part really, Rung knew that all too well.

Looking back to the pools, the therapist slowly moved over and climbed in, a shudder running through his frame as all the remaining tension just seeped out of him. Another content rev sounded from him as he looked over to Dead End, smiling warmly.

"Coming in?"

"Can't say I trust my luck enough for that, Rung." Or that he trusts it at all. His luck is practically nonexistant, since the war started up. It's beaten him down enough that he really can't put any kind of hope into the fact that it might still exist.

"I- uh..." he shuffles a bit nervously as he watches Rung get in. Well this was his idea after all. "Right."

Hesitantly he climbs in, scooting to sit next to Rung. And a bit closer. Closer. Just lean lightly against the other. Enjoy this while he has it, he guesses. If Rung decides not to go through with this - even if the other is making it clear he won't be.

Rung keeps quiet as the other climbs into the pool, waiting until the other finishes creeping closer--which is rather endearing though he won't say it outloud for fear of scaring the other off. He smiles softly and leans against the other mech in return, head resting against Dead End's shoulder as his vents cycle softly.

"Then trust me," he finally murmured, optics dimming as he relaxed against the other some more. "I won't let anything happen to you, Dead End. I promise."

Dead End's engine rumbles as Rung leans against his shoulder, an arm slowly lifting and wrapping around the Autobot. Sure they'd kissed, and were quite close together back up in the medbay, but that hardly meant that he wasn't in any sense nervous.

He wanted this, so just. Just take advantage of it now Dead End. It'll be all too short.

"I'm not worried about myself," he clarifies, voice soft. "I figured our war would kill me eventually. I'll probably be tortured first."

Not that he wouldn't fight to keep himself alive (when he actually fought) for as long as possible, but he'd probably die. Here or back home. Somewhere. And if it was here no one would waste resources on bringing him back. He'd accepted that fact.

"It's you I'm worried about."

"Me?" Rung murmured, optics brightening just a bit but he didn't lift his head. He was far too comfortable as he was to pull away--in fact, he's going to just shift a bit closer so there really isn't any room left between them.

He's determined to put Dead End at ease, one way or another.

"Why are you worried about me? I'm fine."

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The Decepticon nods, although it'd probably difficult for Rung to really see given their positions. His grip on the other tightens just slightly as the rumble from his engine quiets.

"You almost died trying to help me," he mentions again. "If this - we go through with it... I didn't help you this time, what if I can't help you the next time something comes up."

If. When. They were both pretty much the same.

"I'd make a scrap bodyguard." Or any other kind of protector.

Rung was quiet for a long moment, vents cycling quietly. This was edging into that are that he didn't like--the area where others thought they has to protect him--but he supposed it was understandable. He didn't have the best track record and Dead End though he had horrible look so of course he would assume bad things would happen to Rung.

"...You don't need to protect me all the time, Dead End," he said softly, optics dimmin again. "I worked with the Wreckers for the majority of the war back home and had to deal with some of the worst cases I've ever come across. I'd seen the best and worst of a lot of bots and despite all the bad I seem to attract, I can handle myself most of thr time. I don't want to be a burden to you, I don't want you to think you have to throw yourself in front of me if something had comes our way. I realize I'm not a fighter but I'm not weak."

He lifted his head to look at the the other properly now, engine revving softly.

"I appreciate the concern but I don want you to be so focused on keeping me safe that you get hurt in the process. I'd never forgive myself if that happened."

Wreckers. That would explain Rung's stubbornness and his inability to argue with him. If the Wreckers team was anything like the one from his world then that would explain quite a bit, but it's not enough for him to avoid worrying.

"I wasn't- I didn't mean to imply that you're weak."

Lacking weapons and not as durable as a soldier, yes. Weak, no. He just didn't have much confidence of Rung coming out completely unharmed from a fight. Or bug attack. Especially bug attacks.

"You're just. You don't have weapons to protect yourself and I'm a Decepticon, and..." He turns to look at the other, wrap his arms around him proper. "You were just hurt trying to keep me safe."

Rung you can't tell him no and do the very thing you told him he can't.

"I can shoot a gun, if need be...I'm just not great at it and I'm not a huge fan of the idea. But if I had to, I could. Kup made sure of that," he said with a hint of a sad smile at the mention of an old friend before he tucked those memories and feelings away. That was the past and there was no changing things now.

Leaning forward, engine purring a bit as he was embraced, Rung rested his forehead against Dead End's, a hand lifting to stroke the back of his neck like before.

"Some things--some individuals--are worth gettin hurt for. I just don't want you thinking you have to go out of your way to protect me all the time. Your safety is just as important as mine, no matter what you think."