Crush All Humanz: *and so! triumphant and tipsy and.... triumphant..... the brave and utterly oblivious Bonecrusher returns to his room, prepared for a nice long recharge and more drinking in the 'morrow! poppoppop, in goes the door override, and in he walks, so oblivious is he~*

JazzBabySays: -hardly gives the door a moment to close before he's on the other, one clawed hand taking Bonecrusher by the neck and slamming him back. growling, he leans in close- We need to talk.

Crush All Humanz: *slams into the barely just closed door, so confused at the moment that at first he doesn't even realize it's Blackout - but yeah, that voice and the angry growling? That's Blackout. He winces and goes slack, to keep from injuring himself even more tonight* ....UH. ABOUT WHAT?
JazzBabySays: Don't play coy with me. You know very well what. -his rotor blades are practically bristlingg outwardly straight from his sides, tone of voice transforming from a foreboding hiss to an outright snarl-

Crush All Humanz: *is pretty sure that if he hadn't been drinking all night, he probably would have some idea about what the other's talking about - but as it is he just has to guess. oh, you poor fool.* UH. IF THIS IS ABOUT ROLLER TURNING DOWN SCORP, THAT'S NOT MY FAULT AND YOU CAN'T TAKE IT OUT ON ME. I TOLD THEM IT'D NEVER WORK OUT! I TOLD THEM YOU'D KILL ROLLER. YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR BEING PROTECTIVE OF THEM!

JazzBabySays: -whatever else he might have considered adding - such as death threats, detailed lists of the other's stupidity, etc - was stopped dead in its tracks, derailed and combusted into raging vibrant orange and yellow flames. for a moment he thought the other was muttering some nonsense (as he's seemingly wont to do), until his processors finally caught up... the dead moment of unearthly silence was the only warning Bonecrusher was honored with before Blackout's grip went from strangle holding to outright crushing, voice now a rapid-fire screech- WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY BEING PROTECTIVE? DO YOU HAVE ANY WHAT DAMAGE YOU'VE CAUSED, YOU IMBECILE?!

Crush All Humanz: urk- *would love to reply, really - to say "yeah, i got it, i didn't mean to say it but you know how it is i just randomly say things" - but unfortunately Blackout's grip is right on his vocalizer and he's quite sure he might never talk again if the other doesn't let up. So instead he just grabs at Blackout's arm and twists, more to dislodge the other than to fight back*
JazzBabySays: WHY MUST EVERYTHING YOU SEEM TO DO AGGRAVATE ME?! IF YOU'RE NOT MAKING SOMETHING MORE COMPLICATED THAN IT ALREADY IS YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING OUTRIGHT INCOMPETENT. -can feel his outer armor being bent by the other's attempts at release, but he pointedly ignores the pain of it cracking, claws still deadlocked in the other's throat.- IT TOOK ME HOURS TO CALM SCORPONOK DOWN AFTER THAT LITTLE STUNT OF YOURS. HOURS.

Crush All Humanz: ghkkk.... *can't think of anything better to do, so he throws himself out onto a private comm, nigh on frantically* ::sorrysorrysorryreallyididn'tknowokayprimuslet go already howcaniapologizeifyourcuttingthewirestomyvocalizer::
JazzBabySays: IT WOULD SERVE YOU RIGHT IF I TORE IT STRAIGHT OUT. THEN MAYBE YOU WOULDN'T SAY SUCH FOOLISH THINGS. LIFE WOULD BE EASIER IF YOU JUST LEARNED TO SHUT UP. -he keeps a hold of him for a moment longer, making a point, before roughly tearing his fingers free of the many layers of wiring and defensive plating. though he had enough wits about him to make sure he didn't remove anything important, his claws did a lot of scraping along the way- YOU...HOW CAN YOU PISS ME OFF THIS MUCH?

Crush All Humanz: *keeps himself backed up against the door, moving his hand from Blackout's arm to his neck, rubbing at it. ow, ow ow. slaggit, he had hoped to stay away from the medics for a few days!* ...i don't know. *warily shifts on his feet* i didn't mean to. i just talked and it happened. and he calmed down, didn't he?
JazzBabySays: -not that he was giving him much room to move around anyway, his frame - straightened to its full, intimidating 33 feet - still pressed threatening close- Barely. THEY HAD JUST MET. ROLLER IS A SUB-DRONE. WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO BE THE OUTCOME? OH. THAT'S RIGHT, YOU DON'T THINK.

Crush All Humanz: *winces at that* ...the slag am i supposed to say? i don't even get drones, much less sub-drones. primus, what do you want me to do?!
JazzBabySays: You can start by staying out of Scorponok's affairs. -he snaps, growing wary at keeping his voice raised for such an extended period of time. shakes his head, trying not to look as tired as he suddenly feels- I don't like seeing him so... Drones are delicate in the respect that they are only as good as their programming. Go outside their parameters and they suffer for it. Now you know.

Crush All Humanz: *he looks confused - but more importantly, he looks (and feels) guilty. he averts his eyes and, for all the world, looks just like a scolded sparkling* ....yeah. okay. didn't mean to mess with balances and stuff.
JazzBabySays: It was inevitable, I suppose. Scorponok is more resilient than he appears, he will be alright with time...-sighs heavily, moving those last couple of inches between them and leaning against him, one hand gently resting on his shoulder- How is it that just a groundpounder like you can rile me up, yet I can't remain disgruntled with you...-murmured so softly, more to himself than aloud to anyone in particular to hear-

Crush All Humanz: *cautiously moves a hand up to stroke the side of his face, claws clicking against the metal dully - he heard most of that, but he's not sure if he should respond to it or just ignore it - it's getting harder and harder to tell what he should filter and what he should just come out with.* ....didn't mean to get you so pissed, beautiful. *the whole thing's idly said - the pet name added on as though it was always meant to be there, even if he had just now remembered that he hadn't used it in a while.*
JazzBabySays: -scoffs lightly at the term, minimally turning into the other's touch, his own fingers gently sliding down from their perch on Bonecrusher's shoulder until they reached his chassis, his palm holding its position there- It doesn't always start out that way...but it all ends the same. -in response to the MRAP's statement, and frowns slightly- We're not good for each other. Every conversation is a battle field, every action an insult...but the mere notion of anyone else touching you...-pauses, fingers curling into the other's armor, knuckles pressing in as if wanting to hold him against that door with him pressed there tightly till the end of time itself-...I've only felt this way about one other mech in my entire existence.

Crush All Humanz: .......*and before he can really stop himself, he finds his hands grabbing at the other's sides, pulling him close and threatening to not let go, more likely to rust as far as he's concerned* we don't need to be good for each other. *tilts his head to the side in favor for whispering into audios* we don't need to be good for each other, beautiful. i don't mind the fighting.... *laughs a little hoarsely, engine revving a little* primus, you keep me on my toes, and i don't mind that at all.
JazzBabySays: -none of it continues to make any sense, but...he's slowly starting to learn that a lot of things don't, nor do they have to. he wants this, he wants it more than he thought he ever could, would, almost as much as he wants to only serve Lord Megatron. he clings back just as strongly, arms going around his waist and nearly roping around, his grip so complete- Good, because the odds of it changing are nonexistent. You obviously need someone around to keep you in check. -smirks softly-

Crush All Humanz: yeah... apparently, i can't do anything right around here. gotta have somebody, don't i. *he continues to keep quiet against the other's audios, not wanting to move, just wanting to grab and neverletgo. not until Blackout starts beating the slag out of him over something else, at least - and he knows that's gonna happen again, and again, countless more times, but he can't find it in him to care at all. all he can feel is a bit of him relishing the idea and another part insisting that this isn't healthy. he shoves that second nagging processor away; it can get fried for all he cares.*
JazzBabySays: -as if sensing his thoughts, or perhaps fate woke up from her nap and decided to start being a bitch again, the other gives him a shove - though hardly anything strong enough to do any sort of damage- Especially since you can't keep your wandering optics off of certain parts of meatsack anatomy. -obviously still sore over the whole Jefferry search issue-

Crush All Humanz: *blinks in confusion* what the slag are you talking about?
JazzBabySays: For future reference, hotels - especially ones of the human 21st century - have cameras located throughout their facilities. Such as in lobbies, elevators...hallways. Like outside of doors with the number 105 on them that belong to naked human males.

Crush All Humanz: ....urk.

Crush All Humanz: uh.

Crush All Humanz: .....that's good to know?

Crush All Humanz: ......*oshit face*
JazzBabySays: -pulls back enough to stare at him straight in the face, optics narrowed- Yes, it's quite the handy little bit of information. Especially when said information leads to video feeds, and video feeds lead to revealing a certain mech ogling said naked human males.

Crush All Humanz: *shrinks a little against the door at that, processors scrambling to remember precisely everything about that particular night* uh. i wasn't ogling anyone or anything. i was just - um. shocked. i....expected our Jeff, not that. uh. one.
JazzBabySays: -tightens his grasp, the tips of his claws slowly starting to creep closer to the other's metal plating, or more precisely, the openings between it- I'm not so sure. I precisely recall seeing you blatantly staring and stuttering like a love struck fool.

Crush All Humanz: i - uh. it's not like i'd, uh, try anything with one of those. i mean... they're squishy. uh. but i mean - yeah, okay. so what, i can kind of see the aesthetics of a squishy's body, from the, uh, squishy perspective. but it's not like i wanted to. or would ever. *makes a face*

JazzBabySays: -gives him a look that clearly states he doesn't really believe much of that statement-

Crush All Humanz: ....did that slagging video even come with sound? *frustrated!* i mean, slag, i yelped, i jumped away - both times might i add - i even told him i had a "boyfriend" or whatever they call it. it's not like i want to interface with every semi-attractive human i see. *snorts* if that were the case, i would - have still picked you over that slagger. .....*mutters a bit* i mean, your holoform is way above par.
JazzBabySays: -gives him a rather quizzical look at that last part, a bit...surprised by it, though not unpleasantly so- You...really think that? -doesn't really understand the appeal of thhe human body, but in a way he's still...well, flattered.-

Crush All Humanz: well, yeah. *shakes his head a little* i mean, seriously. you did not just arbitrarily pick some random set of code. ....*warily* ....did you? because if you did, i want whatever random selection program you ran. *half-serious*
JazzBabySays: -shifts against him slightly- Well, actually...

Crush All Humanz: ...you didn't.

Crush All Humanz: you did not randomly come up with that.
JazzBabySays: The only reason I even have one is for forced interaction with the species. -shifts again- All I did was activate the holographical sequence program and it came up with the best matches on its own.

Crush All Humanz: *shakes his head in disbelief* and here i was stuck going through a few cycles fixing and checking codes. slag. well - it picked the right combination, either way.
JazzBabySays: -leans back into him, appeased for now- If you say so...

Crush All Humanz: believe me, i say so. and if it makes you feel less threatened... *reaches a hand up to grab the other's chin, leaning and kissing him soundly* i promise on my spark that i'm not about to go gallivanting off with some human. so quit being jealous. *smirk* even if it's cute.
JazzBabySays: ...wasn't jealous -scowls, though another oxygen stealing kiss doesn't keep it there for very long- Just...merely making sure you don't do another idiotic stunt you'll find yourself regretting.

Crush All Humanz: *grins a bit ferally* i haven't made one yet. well. *thoughtfully* not in recent months, at least.

Crush All Humanz: ....and you were too jealous. don't worry, your secret's safe with me. *smirk*
JazzBabySays: Slagger. -scoffs, but doesn't hesitate to steal another kiss, this one obviously contradicting any jealousy statements he'd made on his part, each brush of metal and teeth and glossa possessive and assertive-

Crush All Humanz: *drags his claws back down to the other's sides, squeezing them slightly and tugging them as close together as he can possibly get them - any closer and they might as well be straddling each other.* you love it and you know it. *takes another kiss, licking and biting from mouth to jaw to neck, equally as possessive as Blackout's attempts*
JazzBabySays: -he makes a pleased sort of sound in the back of his throat as their frames press and mold together so soundly- I love it if only for moments like this...-he somewhat admits, his intakes giving a strangled sputter as Bonecrusher finds a particularly sensitive spot along his neck, head tilting back and giving him all the permission in the world to do that again-

Crush All Humanz: *and so he does - nipping and biting and licking at the other's neck, scraping claws along armor, engine rumbling lowly, and he's grinning even if the other can't see it, utterly content with his answer*
JazzBabySays: -balances himself more against him, one leg finding itself between the other's, proceeding to tangle the limbs together and, if possible, bring them closer together still. both hands now find themselves pressed against Bonecrusher's chassis, clawed fingers abrasing their way dooown, running over armored plating and leaving his mark, the gouges seeming to scream 'mine'-

Crush All Humanz: *hooks a hand around the other's neck, pressing against him from either side, claws scraping along wires and teeth finding everything perfectly edible, nipping and sucking - his other hand reaches up between them, ggrabbing Blackout's and dragging it back up, pressing it hard against where the gouges begin, clearly understanding their meaning and making absolutely no effort to change it*
JazzBabySays: -moans, sensors going haywire trying to keep up with everything that's happening, every small brush and scrape and bite experienced urging him on. one hand firmly grasps Bonecrusher's in his own without moving away from the impressions he'd made, entwining their fingers, while the other goes to work unclasping armor. he wants - no, needs to be closer, to feel the sensitive metal and wires underneath, to be as physically close as possible-

Crush All Humanz: *growls against Blackout's neck, digging teeth in a little and moving his hand from neck to shoulder to hip, trying to speed up the process, trying to get them out of this slagging armor already - this is one of the few times in his life he's ever hated his armor, really - his other hand staying in Blackout's and squeezing, because he's not letting go first*
JazzBabySays: -tries to contain his excitement and desire, but it isn't until about the removal of the third piece of armor - only the few of many pieces - that his actions start to become almost frantic, nearly ripping off protective plating in his urgency - the wonderful sounds coming from the MRAP only heightening his drive. Primus he needs this - he needs it so much, and he doesn't care how he gets it.-

Crush All Humanz: *hisses, pulling back from the other's neck to move to his mouth, kissing him fiercely and digging claws into latches, fighting to keep up with Blackout, to get this slagging armor off! - he sinks his claws into the other a few times on accident, once on purpose, trying not to sever wires but not really worrying about it - plenty of time to worry later, right now all he needs is the armor gone and Blackout making all those delicious noises he makes...*
JazzBabySays: -releases a pained gasp into their kiss, though he's certainly not complaining at the sensation of the other's claws digging into him. if anything it seems to egg him on, his all going into the sharing of their lips, the rare show of his full devotion, appreciation and essence being poured into it. after what seemed like an awfully long eternity...a single claw undoes the last latch of Bonecrusher's armor, the piece clattering to the floor like a declaration-

Crush All Humanz: *growls a little into the kiss, still messing around with the last few latches on Blackout's armor - getting too distracted by the promise of what's to come than the actual getting there part - clawing at those latches in annoyance - click - just wants to get him out of the scrap - click - just needs to get him out, needs him - click - needsthissobad - and slag the last two stupid latches, he pries them apart and doesn't care that they won't fasten properly again, pulling viciously at the armor, just trying to get it out of the way now - thunk, on the ground, and he digs claws into newly-exposed wiring, scraping violently and pulling in close, they can't get any closer but he'll try anyways*
JazzBabySays: -he falters only slightly, as if needing the pause to savor the moment, databanks storing every minor details - from the feel, the sight - away to be appreciated later. Blackout iss still holding on, his entire frame almost impossibly coiled around the other's, his entire posture tense with anticipation. he only breaks their kiss to give his attentions to another part of Bonecrusher's body, the upper part of his chassis being lavished in nearly frenzied licks, kisses and nips-

Crush All Humanz: *his head knocks against the door as he throws it back, letting out a low groan at Blackout's attention, claws scraping along wires and up his spine and across shoulders and down again, not aiming for rough anymore, just aiming for anything. he's practically shaking, from the roar of his engine and pent up energy just waiting to explode as he hisses and groans against Blackout's mouth*
JazzBabySays: -he gives a particular spot a bite, leaving behind another sign to those with any bright ideas about moving in on his territory that Bonecrusher is his and only his, touch at your own risk. he makes a trail with his lips to the other's spark chamber, giving the outside casing a lovely demonstration with his glossa as a request for entrance-

Crush All Humanz: *doesn't even hesitate, doesn't even have a single processor advising him against it - he goes through the sequences and unlocks the chamber without a second thought, groaning and making horribly undignified "unh" noises, finding the door to be excellent support, thank you very much*
JazzBabySays: -just basks in the glow of it for but a second, long enough to absorb the sight and go about accessing his own spark containment, it opening with a hardly the hint of a sigh. he shifts enough to get them aligned, reclaiming the other in another toe-curling kiss, wanting every point of them in some kind of contact as he leans forward, parts of their spark energies already spiraling towards each other-

Crush All Humanz: *loses all thought for just a moment - just feeling the energy pulling at his spark - and reaches out, tightening his hold against Blackout's waist and dragging him close, arching his back to get every inch of untouched metal up against the copter, spark sputtering and reaching out for the other's*
JazzBabySays: -as he's led taut up against him his frame is completely at the other's mercy, concentrating on completion. all it takes is those last couple of inches and their sparks caress, the act creating an even greater arousal for him due to the risk factor involved. so many things could happen in this one moment - good or bad - that it has him moaning, turbines running speedily as information is exchanged between the two of them. how he made the other feel, what his claws felt like, the way his glossa left such a lasting impression to relaying to Bonecrusher what turned him on, why he groaned so much, that he lo...but it was climaxing so soon, their energies pulsating, bursting forth with white light-

Crush All Humanz: *he doesn't want to - no no no no- but there's absolutely nothing he can do to stop it, Blackout against him and on him and with him, and he grabs at everything the other transmits, greedy and eager for any bit of information - he catches nothing that will make sense later but right now it's all perfectly clear and that's all that matters - - and then he lets himself slide, lets out a harsh, strangled cry and grabs at Blackout, trying to just send out one last thing, one last neverletgo-*
JazzBabySays: -he's not sure if he'd merely been blinded before or passed out, but when he was able to think clearly again Blackout found them both crumpled and tangled on the floor. he'd clung to him the entire time and thus fallen over with him, not caring that he was being smooshed some or that someone's armor was digging into his side, though he'd surely be bitching about it later. all he seemed to be able to take notice of right now was the satiated look on the other's face and taking some pride in knowing he'd been the one to put it there-

Crush All Humanz: *and if this ain't satiated Bonecrusher doesn't know what is. he's getting a few damage readouts, but he's not sure if that's from the before, the during, or the so-far-after part, so he'll ignore them for now. he shifts a little, tugging at Blackout to get them both a little less sprawled, noting slightly that his claws are making deep indents into Blackout's sides, but ignoring that too just because he'll get shit for it later. until then, though, he's perfectly content to just stay comfortably grounded on the nice, sturdy ground. he's not too sure if he can actually move, anyway.*
JazzBabySays: Mmmm...where's that 'stamina of five' you're always talking about, hm? -mumbled contentedly, gladly shifting at Bonecrusher's tugs to be positioned a bit more alongside him than under and around.-

Crush All Humanz: *grumbles incoherently, lightly smacking his hip in mild annoyance* no talkin'. was c'min to recharge when y' ambushed me.
JazzBabySays: -chuckles huskily, all that noisemaking he'd done earlier finally catching up him. he takes hold of one of the other's hands, lightly going over the top of it with one of his fingers as he too starts to doze off. Bonecrusher's idea of going into recharge doesn't sound like too...bad of...an idea....zzzz-

Crush All Humanz: *shakes his head and looks longingly at his berth, before looking back at Blackout beside him* ........... *eh. who needs a berth.*