Blackout:

-in the more active section of the Nemesis, where all the main access controls and information terminals are, Blackout can be seen sitting in one of the numerous chairs. his optics are dimmed and a hand is resting on top of a terminal, wires and jacks attached to it, allowing him to access any amount of data from the computer-

Bonecrusher:

*still storming through the base as a whole, growling as he hits up pretty much anywhere that the other might be - before realizing that, hey, if anything, Blackout would be most familiar (and therefore most comfortable) in the Nemesis.  he changes his course and heads straight in that direction, throwing out another comm*  :: BLACKOUT.  RESPOND. ::  *he's wondering if Blackout - the "younger" Blackout, at least - was 4th in command already, or what.  huh, maybe he could pull the rank card with him.*

Blackout:

-something niggles at the back of his conscious, but for a time he continues to just ignore it, absorbed in his work. whatever it is, though, is persistent enough to finally have him reluctantly drawing out of the digital archives. he is nearly bowled over from Bonecrusher's loud communications, since he is actually paying attention enough to hear- ::....Bonecrusher?::

Bonecrusher:

:: DON'T BONECRUSHER  ME.  WHERE TH' SLAG ARE YOU?! ::

Bonecrusher:

*but hey, at least he's replying?*

Blackout:

::The Nemesis, in the data room.:: -responds promptly this time, sending him the exact coordinates-

Bonecrusher:

*well, thank Primus for easy games of hide and seek!  He's already at the Nemesis/Ark junction, so heads into the Decepticon ship, going straight for the coordinates.  when he gets to the data room, he's half tempted to go backhand the other for being so... stubborn?  aftheaded?  worrisome?  one of the three, or maybe all of them.  still, he holds off, coming up behind him and growling again*  Y'RAN OFF T'HERE, OF ALL PLACES.

Blackout:

-he frowns slightly, entering the commands to disconnect since it is obvious he will not be getting anymore of this done. absently he goes about removing the cables- And why would I not? It has allowed me to amass a lot of the information I am missing.

Bonecrusher:

I FIGURE Y'COULDA JUST ASKED  SOMEONE T'LET YA UP, INSTEAD OF DOIN' YER DARIN' NINJA-VANISH ON ME.  *he shakes his head, relaxing a bit and crossing his arms*  YER GONNA OFFLINE ME IF Y'KEEP DOIN' SLAG LIKE THIS.  *his curiosity gets the better of him*  SO, WHAT'D Y'FIND OUT THAT WAS SO WORTH HOOK'S EVENTUAL DISCOVERY AN' PUNISHMENT?

Blackout:

I figured your absence indicated you were busy elsewhere and the lack of staff meant no one was out of recharge yet. So no reason to burden anyone. -sets everything back in its place and reclines back in his seat, looking at Bonecrusher now- I...do apologize for any trouble or distress I may have caused you. I just wanted to...I felt this could not wait. Millions of years is quite a lot of catching up to do.

Bonecrusher:

I STEPPED OUT FOR  A DRINK, 'FORE I CRASHED AN' BURNED, YEAH.  SORRY 'BOUT THAT - TOLD BEE T'COMM ME IF Y'WOKE UP BUT I GUESS HE MUSTA BAILED T'DO WHATEVER IT IS HE DOES.  *sighs and slouches a bit, finding a sturdy, less button-covered bit of the control consol to lean against*  Y'COULD'VE COMMED ME.  OR MEGATRON.  HE'DA KNOWN WHAT T'DO.  MEH, NO MATTER.  YER RIGHT, A COUPLE MILLION YEARS MIGHT HAVE A BIT OF IMPORTANT INFO IN 'EM.  *information, though, is only academic.  this is a temporary fix, Bonecrusher decides, until they can get Blackout back as he was.*  QUESTION STILL STANDS, THOUGH - Y'FIND ANYTHIN' INTERESTIN'?  OTHER THAN THE WAR ENDIN' AN' THAT SLAG.

Blackout:

...I will keep that in mind for the future, then. -his voice has grown quieter now, optics still locked on the other- As a matter of fact, I did find some rather...'interesting' facts.

Bonecrusher:

*smirks a bit, looking back easily*  LIKE WHAT?  TH' THIRD FACTION?  OR TH' TIME SKYFIRE AN' MEGATRON AMASSED A SMALL PETTIN' ZOO AFTER A NIGHT OF DRINKIN'?  *or Sector 7, and the human thing, or the Quints, or the Vok, or -- man, there really IS a lot of information to go through.*

Blackout:

-for a drawn out moment he merely stares back, perhaps a bit unsure what to say, though the seems to devise a way in that time- Like...about 'us'.

Bonecrusher:

....*ooooor that.*  .....UH.  YEAH.  *weelll.  this is awkward.*

Bonecrusher:

*straightens up a bit*  ....WELL... HUH.  WHAT D'YA WANT ME T'SAY?

Blackout:

-his optics seem to flicker for a moment before he looks away slightly- ...you needn't say anything, if you wish. I just wanted you to know...that I know. -he runs a hand down his face unthinkingly, the habit so ingrained he stills does it now, unconsciously- Even with so long a time gone past it's hard to imagine that we managed to...and I don't even remember how it happened. -growls, slamming a fist down on the terminal-

Bonecrusher:

*sighs and slumps again*  IT INVOLVED DRINKIN' AN' A HUGE LAPSE OF REASON ON YER PART, IN MY OPINION.  LOOK.  *he spreads his arms, as a gesture of openness*  'M A REAL STUPID FRAGGER, BUT Y'STUCK WITH ME ANYWAYS.  I DID STUPID SLAG, BUT Y'FORGAVE ME.  'M NOT EXPECTIN' YOU T'WANNA DO MUCH OF ANYTHIN', T'BE HONEST, SINCE... IT HASN'T BEEN AS LONG FOR YOU NOW AS IT WAS THEN.  BUT 'M HERE.  DRUNK, OWLFACED BONECRUSHER, AT YER SERVICE, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

Blackout:

-staring back again, any regret he was harboring seemed to drain out of him at Bonecrusher's words. Blackout faltered a second before steeling his resolve, getting to his feet to approach him and...taking him by the hand, bringing the clawed digits to his lips- ...I think I can see why now. Even if...for some reason I never regain my memories...I can just make new ones with you.

Bonecrusher:

....*voice drops, shoulders drop a bit more - he looks at the other with a kind of dumbstruck look on his face*  I mentioned me bein' stupid, right?  Real stupid.  I do fraggin'  stupid slag.  Y'always yell at me about it.  *a pause, and then he fumbles*  'm jus' puttin' it out there so y'know ahead of time what yer doin', not 'cos 'm against y'stickin' with me an' -- an' stuff.  *:<*

Blackout:

-actually laughs, the sound coming naturally to him now, at Bonecrusher's antics, a smile gracing his face soon after- At least my existence won't be dull...-notes casually, moving a bit closer- And...I cannot explain it but, despite all that...being near you makes this hurt less. -the hand he is still holding is lowered to his chest, where his spark resides- To me, that makes it worth risking whatever you may do.

Bonecrusher:

....I.... *he pulls a bit on his hand, bringing the other almost chest-to-chest, leaning his head down to put their foreheads together*  If that's what y'want.  *sends out a private comm, already knowing the words to say* :: I'll only ever do what y'want. ::

Blackout:

-his hand tightens its grip on the other's hand and he eliminates those last couple of inches, now leaning against the other's frame gently- ::I couldn't ask for more.::

Bonecrusher:

*he frowns a bit, weighing his options, before deciding to slag it all, leaning up to press their mouths together.  he tries to keep it tame, for Blackout's sake, because you don't need an owl eating your face for no reason, but this makes it three  times he's thought he'd lost the other and he kind of just can't help  being a little fierce, slaggit.  he even brings his other arm around to latch on to Blackout's waist, not wanting to pull away*

Blackout:

-he pulls away only slightly, not startled necessarily at the action itself but surprised at the strong feel he gets. he allows Bonecrusher to continue to kiss him, letting himself ease into it a bit slower than the other does, until he's returning it with vigorous fervor-

Bonecrusher:

*he pushes against Blackout's back, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss and growling against the other's mouth - but he's not sure how hard he should push, or how fast he should go - really, this Blackout... just woke up with his bond broken, with the war's start fresh in his processors and... :\  It's all very confusing*

Blackout:

-he does not have it in him to deny Bonecrusher this, his frame going along with the pull and pressing as physically close as possible, metal going so far as to scrape and grind a little in the process. a hand comes up and around Bonecrusher to steady Blackout there, a hand going for one of the tires on his shoulder, his grip light and sensual as it trails across the treads before taking hold-

Bonecrusher:

*he jerks at that, making a sharp noise and pushing into Blackout's hand - he slides his hand out of the other's and brings it around, sliding claws along the back of his neck, scraping at available wires  - the claws gripping his waist digging slightly into a seam*

Blackout:

-he gasps, sensors heightening at the promising touches, especially at the ones along his neck. it causes him to shudder and brush against parts of Bonecrusher's frame that had been previously untouched while the hand holding the tire gives it an encouraging squeeze before running along it again...-

Bonecrusher:

*emboldened a bit by the hand on his wheel, he pulls his hand up, moving from waist to rotor, digging a claw in between where the blade connects to the main body, pushing up against Blackout's body as he takes to leaning back more against the console, groaning into the kiss all the while*

Blackout:

-shamelessly he revs at that, a muffled cry entering their kiss before he tries to pull back, wanting to silence himself by biting his own lip. though if the other keeps that little demonstration up with his rotor blades...well, perhaps it's a good thing the Nemesis is so sparse of mechs lately-

Bonecrusher:

*follows the other as he tries to move back, biting his lip for him and dragging his claws down the blade now, scraping metal on metal harshly, as far as he can reach, the claws at Blackout's neck digging in and pulling at one of the thicker fuel lines*

Blackout:

-unable to hold back anymore he moans, loud and deep and intense. already his coolant systems are kicking in, fans starting up and vents opening to combat the increase of heat being generated, though it does very little. despite this his rotors twitch and spread, each one begging to be treated with Bonecrusher's touch, and for each one granted his cries grow in volume-

Bonecrusher:

*a shudder runs through his frame and he pulls his mouth away from Blackout's, moving to a thick line in the other's neck and biting at it, scraping his dentals down along it with a growl, claws doing everything they can to those blades, scraping and scratching along smooth surfaces; anything to get more noise*

Blackout:

-gladly tilts his head to give Bonecrusher the best access, the hand that had been holding onto his shoulder this entire time trailing to come and rest behind the other's head, pulling him closer. and as the mining vehicle continues his ministrations he grows hotter, the sensory information too much and sending Blackout right into overload with a sharp cry-

Bonecrusher:

*growls and eases up on the other's neck as he feels the other hit overload, still licking and nipping but calmer, hand sliding away from rotors and down to Blackout's waist once more, holding him close, engine rumbling quietly in pleasure*

Blackout:

-for a pleasant moment he doesn't feel...anything, the sensation of warmth and lack of thought not akin to pure numbness a change he relishes while he can. when he slowly comes back to his senses he dimly realizes he had rebooted, his optics onlining and making him aware he was still very much clinging to the other-

Bonecrusher:

*he's quite fine with the other holding on to him; he's more resting his head against the helicopter's neck, rather than abusing it with his mouth.  he knows the other's going to pull away eventually, but his hand keeps at Blackout's waist anyways, holding on*

Blackout:

-he tilts down his chin to rest it on top of the Bonecrusher's head, as if trying to capture him there while his hand goes back to exploring upper part of the other's frame. his fingers work carefully, moving across the expanse of his shoulder...a tire...one of the sharp teeth of the scope on his back...-

Bonecrusher:

*groaning quietly, his whole body twitches, claws spasmodically tightening their grasp*  Mmm...