Bonecrusher (11:37:42 PM):

*Bonecrusher is currently wandering the halls, holding back on returning to his room to avoid flipping out on the poor wall he's used as his punching bag so many times.  Growling, dimmed optics, and clenching-unclenching fists?  That'd be Bonecrusher.*

Tracks (11:41:33 PM):

*And Tracks? Well, he's currently damp and refreshed from a round in the washracks, heading back to his own room for a good recharge, maybe. Though as soon as he spots Bonecrusher, he does slow his steps, rather wary of the other mech in an obviously agitated state but still having to go around him* ...Evening, Bonecrusher.

Bonecrusher (11:44:56 PM):

*Wary is a good thing to be.  Bonecrusher looks up from his path, growling a little at Tracks, back going rigid for a moment before he shakes his head, forcing himself to relax.  Must save face!*  .....HNN.  TRACKS.

Tracks (11:50:24 PM):

*Tracks is not a stupid mech, nor a completely oblivious one. He gives Bonecrusher a curious look, still a good distance away, but isn't going to show fear either* You seem to be somewhat upset, to state the obvious.

Bonecrusher (11:54:17 PM):

YOUR POWER OF INTUITION AMAZES EVEN ME.  *He stops, backing slightly to the side - still taking up a rather large spot of the hall, but at least he's not just in the middle of the place.*  GO AROUND, CORVETTE, I AIN'T GONNA CRUSH YOU LIKE LAST TIME.  *You know, even though he looks like he very much wants to*

Tracks (11:58:04 PM):

*Moving to the side of the hall Bonecrusher's given him space on, Tracks continues, suppressing the shiver of remembered fear as he gets within arm's length and closer* As I said, stating the obvious. So what is it? Someone took away your playthings, banned you from more than a strict energon ration?

Bonecrusher (12:03:59 AM):

*Bonecrusher snarls, unable to help raising a fist because he really wants  to pummel the other into the ground - but at the last moment he slams it back into the wall behind him, optics fixed on Tracks.  He finally looks away after a long moment, shaking his head*  IT'S NOTHIN'.  KEEP WALKIN', STUPID AUTOBOT.

Tracks (12:05:54 AM):

Is it a "nothing" that's going to land some other mech in the medbay? *Giving Bonecrusher a shrewd look, he pauses in his stride* You look like you could use a drink, really.

Bonecrusher (12:07:54 AM):

.......*Congrats, Tracks, you have completely floored an irate Decepticon.  Bonecrusher visibly sags a little, shaking his head again*  NO MEDBAYS.  IF I WANTED T'DO THAT I WOULD HAVE JUST PUNCHED YOU.  AND PRIMUS,  I DO.  BUT THE COMMON ROOM.... *waves a hand*  HAS PEOPLE IN IT.  I'M PACIN' UNTIL THEY CLEAR OUT.

Tracks (12:08:57 AM):

*The Corvette waves a hand* You know where my room is - let yourself in and I'll be back momentarily.

Bonecrusher (12:10:39 AM):

........*Damn, but that 'Bot is good.*  I.... UH.  ALRIGHT.  *Utterly confused, Crusher does just that, heading for said room, even though that's a bad idea in the Decepticon rule book*

Tracks (12:15:44 AM):

*And, as he said, the Autobot returns to his room a few minutes later with an armful of cubes, dumping them on the table when he enters. Standing back, he dusts off his hands with a mild glance at Bonecrusher* That should do it, I think.

Bonecrusher (12:17:27 AM):

IF ONLY YOU KNEW HOW MUCH MORE CONFUSED THIS MAKES ME.  *Nonetheless, he snags a cube without a second glance, tossing it back in one go*

Tracks (12:19:12 AM):

*Taking one for himself, Tracks sits down with a shrug* I'm probably no better off, really, but at least I'm used to your moods by now. If I can save someone else being subjected to them, then all the better.

Bonecrusher (12:20:52 AM):

*He glares at Tracks briefly before sighing and grabbing another cube and starting on that one*  I WASN'T GONNA TAKE IT OUT ON ANYTHIN' BUT A WALL.  I LEARNED MY LESSON THE LAST TIME.

Tracks (12:24:39 AM):

If I thought you were actually going to assault me, I wouldn't have brought you here. *He arches an optic ridge, taking a small sip* But better safe than sorry, and, as I said, you looked like you needed it. So what happened?

Bonecrusher (12:27:19 AM):

.........I'M NOT..... *Bonecrusher takes another drink from his cube and shakes his head*  I DON'T KNOW.  NEARLY KILLED BLACKOUT, I GUESS THAT MIGHT HAVE SOMETHIN' T'DO WITH IT....

Tracks (12:29:51 AM):

Nearly--? *Tracks' optics widen slightly* I imagine that didn't go over well?

Bonecrusher (12:32:35 AM):

WELL, IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE.  AN' IT'S NOT LIKE I ACTUALLY DID IT - WANTED TO... *He makes a small noise, draining back some more from his cube*  PRIMUS I WANTED TO.  HE JUST.... JUST....... *He has to make a fist and force himself not to do something stupid, loud, or violent, but it works, and finishes off the cube*

Tracks (12:35:05 AM):

*He actually finds himself feeling sorry for the other mech, drinking much more sedately as he considers a moment* What did he do?

Bonecrusher (12:36:47 AM):

NOTHING.  *With a growl, he starts on a third cube, annoyed*  JUST........  *Thiiiiis feels awkward.*

Tracks (12:39:56 AM):

*Tilts his head slightly* Just...? What? Something typically lacking in consideration, caring and sensitivity?

Bonecrusher (12:42:11 AM):

.....THAT'S T'BE EXPECTED.  DECEPTICON,  NO MATTER THE BODY HE'S IN.  IT'S JUST... *He frowns, taking a slow sip*  I BEND OVER BACKWARDS FOR TH' SLAGGER, AN' I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY..... ANY RETURN.

Tracks (12:43:25 AM):

*Tracks frowns a little as well* You expected any?

Bonecrusher (12:45:48 AM):

......I DUNNO.  I JUST.... I MIGHT NOT BE THE MOST SENSITIVE MECH AROUND BUT I FIGURED RELATIONSHIPS WERE PRETTY STRAIGHT-FORWARD - DO SOMETHIN' NICE AND GET SOMETHIN' NICE IN RETURN.  THAT'S GENERALLY HOW THESE THINGS WORK.  THEN AGAIN..... I DON'T EVEN KNOW.  THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS A DISASTER.

Tracks (12:54:49 AM):

...Usually, I would agree. *Tracks sips as he muses* Blackout doesn't seem the type to come with an appreciation for that sort of relationship, though.

Bonecrusher (12:57:23 AM):

HE'S TH' MORE CIVILIZED OF THE PAIR - I ASSUMED IT WAS KIND OF A CULTURED THING.  SLAG, MY LAST RELATIONSHIP WAS FOUNDED ON BARFIGHTS.  *Well, his "last" relationship in relative terms was a couple million years ago, right?*  I JUST.... FIGURED I'D GET SOMETHING  OTHER THAN BACKHANDED COMPLIMENTS AN' IGNORED AN'... UPSET.  I DIDN'T THINK I'D GET THIS UPSET  OVER IT.

Tracks (1:01:34 AM):

He's "civilized"? *Bemused, he shakes his head* That doesn't come with civility though. I'd say it's common sense, or at least caring enough to make your partner happy.

Bonecrusher (1:05:05 AM):

*He takes a deep drink and shakes his head*  THIS WOULD HAVE GONE OVER BETTER IF THE WAR WERE STILL GOIN'.  IF THERE WAS A REAL WAY TO GET OUT.  THIS WHOLE PEACE THING CAN'T POSSIBLY LAST... YOU'D BE SURPRISED AT HOW CIVILIZED HE CAN  BE.  I JUST DUNNO WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO NOW.  *Sigh - emotions are hard!*

Tracks (1:13:58 AM):

...I'm assuming you already tried talking to him about it? *Tracks isn't exactly a relationship counselor, but, well. He's not above giving his opinion if it might help.*

Bonecrusher (1:15:38 AM):

I DID.  A FEW TIMES.  *Growling, he downs a bit more*  I SAID - TOLD HIM TO MAKE GOOD ON ALL HIS WORDS, AN' HE ALWAYS JUST SAYS FINE.  AS IF THAT'S GONNA CLEAR EVERYTHIN' UP UNTIL THE NEXT TIME  WE HAVE THE SAME SLAGGIN' FIGHT.

Tracks (1:22:42 AM):

*Tracks makes a face* Then-- is there some reason to bother, really?

Bonecrusher (1:25:00 AM):

........*Taking a deep drink, he shakes his head*  NOT REALLY, NO.  OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT, FOR SOME REASON OR ANOTHER, MY PROCESSORS ARE ASSOCIATIN' HIM AN' LOVE LIKE THEY'RE SYNONYMOUS.

Tracks (1:27:13 AM):

You love him? *The look on Tracks' face is surprise mingled with sympathy, and maaaaybe a tinge of guilt, yes.*

Bonecrusher (1:29:21 AM):

*Since he's completely ignoring the other's physical body in favor for lovely energon, he doesn't see that*  UNFORTUNATELY FOR TH' BOTH OF US.  DUNNO HOW MUCH LONGER THAT  PARTICULAR EMOTION IS GONNA HOLD THIS TOGETHER, THOUGH.  MEH.  *He's already reaching for his fourth cube as he finishes the third, muttering to himself* GOT OVER IT THE FIRST TIME, I CAN DO IT AGAIN.

Tracks (1:53:40 AM):

*Unfortunately for Bonecrusher, his muttering is about as obvious as a triplechanger, and Tracks pauses a moment, almost reluctant to ask* "First time"?

Bonecrusher (1:54:15 AM):

......'S NOTHIN'.  *Wow, that fourth cube is going to be gone fast*

Tracks (1:56:39 AM):

...Obviously not, as you brought it up. *He points out, watching the bigger mech drain cubes like they're barely even fuel-grade*

Bonecrusher (1:59:31 AM):

THA' WAS A PERSONAL  COMMENT, GORGEOUS.  YER GETTIN' AWFUL INTERESTED IN MY PRIVATE EMOIN' SLAG TOO, WHICH ON A NORMAL NIGHT WOULD MAKE ME WORRIED, BUT SINCE THERE'S ENERGON I'LL LET IT SLIDE.  *And yeah, he's tossing it back.  Can't blame him, really, can you?*  I DID TH' "LOVE" THING BEFORE AN'.... IT DIDN'T WORK OUT.  I GOT OVER THAT, I CAN GET OVER THIS.  NOT THAT THIS WON'T WORK.  MAYBE IT WILL.  IT LASTED THIS LONG.  *He's draining the 4th cube, at this point*  SLAG, I DUNNO ANYMORE.

Tracks (2:07:10 AM):

You heard more about my personal life than I'd normally divulge when I was drunk, so think of it as returning the favor. *Lifts a shoulder in a vague shrug, sipping his first cube still* If you love Blackout - if he loves -you-, then you do the best you can, but Primus' sake, it's not the end of the world.

Bonecrusher (2:09:47 AM):

OH, BUT DON'T I KNOW IT.  *He finishes off the cube and grabs another, noting with mild annoyance that he's drinking faster than normal* FER ONE, TH' END OF TH' WORLD WOULD BE FAR MORE WELCOME.

Tracks (2:15:35 AM):

That's rather drastic. *A corner of his mouth quirks in a faint, lopsided smile* I would not have pegged you for a romantic.

Bonecrusher (2:17:54 AM):

WHAT?  *He shrugs*  NOT REALLY ROMANTIC, SO MUCH AS THE FACT THAT DESTROYIN' A PLANET MAKES ME FEEL GOOD.  THEN AGAIN... I DUNNO.  I'M NOT GOOD  WITH EMOTIONS.  *Annoyedly takes another swig* AS Y'CAN SEE.

Tracks (2:36:30 AM):

I don't know many mechs who would be composed in your situation, really. *Dryly*

Bonecrusher (2:39:26 AM):

THA'S NOT PARTICULARLY UPLIFTIN', BUT I ASSUME Y'MEANT IT TO BE, SO WE'LL PRETEND FER TH' RECORD.  *He should  be controlling his energon intake, but he isn't.*

Tracks (2:45:28 AM):

It's not nice to know that you're not the only one who falls apart under the stress of a relationship? *Amused, mildly*

Bonecrusher (2:47:41 AM):

OH IT'S VERY COMFORTIN'.  BUT AT TH' SAME TIME... *He waves a hand*  Y'KNOW HOW Y'ALWAYS WANT T'THINK THAT YER THE ONLY ONE HAVIN' ANY PROBLEMS?  KINDA LIKE THE UNIQUENESS OF THAT. 

Tracks (2:53:26 AM):

I agree, for the most part. *Sips* Some things though, it is good to know you're not the first, or the last, to feel like your spark has been shattered to pieces. *Pauses a moment* ...If you keep going like that, I'll have to go get more cubes.

Bonecrusher (2:54:57 AM):

HUH?  OH.  *He looks at the cube, then shrugs, taking another big gulp*  I'M NEARLY RELAXED ENOUGH T'DEAL WITH PEOPLE.  Y'WON'T HAVE T'BE MAKIN' ANY MORE TRIPS FER POOR ALCOHOLIC OWLFACE.

Tracks (2:59:22 AM):

*Arches an optic ridge* Oh my. You really are "emo". *He gets up to fetch a new cube, smirking* So what are you going to do? Let Blackout walk all over you, because he doesn't care enough to be anything but a complete aft?

Bonecrusher (3:01:12 AM):

MM.  MOST PROBABLY.  NOT MUCH GOOD AT ANYTHIN' ELSE LATELY, IT SEEMS.  *He glugs down a bit more, swirling the energon for a moment in the cube*  AN' IT AIN'T EMO IF YER TELLIN' TH' TRUTH.  I JUST HAPPEN TO KNOW TH' TRUTH AN' ACCEPT IT.

Tracks (3:04:06 AM):

...As odd as I find it that I'm the one saying this, you deserve better than to be a doormat for a slagger like him. *Picks up the full cube and eyes the empty ones around Bonecrusher with a shake of his head*

Bonecrusher (3:08:14 AM):

EH, SEEMS T'BE THE MAJORITY RULE ON TH' SUBJECT - NOT LIKE I LISTEN T' THE MAJORITY.  *Bonecrusher relishes in empty cubes.  Don't judge him.*  AN' Y'KNOW, CONSIDERIN' TH' FACT THAT I NEARLY KILLED YOU NOT TOO LONG AGO, THA' STATEMENT DOES SEEM A BIT WEIRD COMIN' FROM YOU.

Tracks (3:15:36 AM):

The entire idea of inviting you to my quarters when you were about ready to punch someone's head into the wall is -insane-, but you're here, drinking energon and telling me about your relationship issues. I'm not entirely sure why, but you're interesting to talk to, if also the most frustratingly obnoxious mech I've ever met. *vents air exasperatedly, leaning against his table as he sips*

Bonecrusher (3:17:23 AM):

*He grins and chuckles a bit, throwing down some more energon*  AREN'T YOU  TH' CHARMER.  TELLIN' ME TH' SAME SLAG EVERYONE ELSE DOES.  BEIN' OBNOXIOUS AN' DRUNK ARE MY TWO SKILLS.  OH, ALONG WITH BLOWIN' THINGS UP AN' BEIN' GENERALLY CONTRADICTIN'.

Tracks (3:22:30 AM):

Mm. Then by all means, go find someone else to talk to. I'm not tying you down, here. *Sips, watching 'Crusher over the rim of his cube*

Bonecrusher (3:24:34 AM):

AAAH, BUT SEE, HERE'S TH' CATCH - TH' PEOPLE WHO SAY THAT GENERALLY ARE LOOKIN' FOR A FIGHT, NOT T'LISTEN T'ME BITCH.  NAH, YER AS GOOD AS ANYONE, I SUPPOSE.  *Taking another gulp, he shifts on his feet*  I MEAN, FER ONE, YER ACTUALLY ATTEMPTIN' T'LISTEN TO ME.  THAT'S NOT A BAD WAY T'GET ON MY GOOD SIDE, FOR SURE.

Tracks (3:28:06 AM):

*Gives Bonecrusher an odd look* Do you think I'm kissing up to you? Really, now, Bonecrusher, you don't seem -delusional-. You're just... *Gestures slightly, at a loss for a moment* ...well. You listened to me.

Bonecrusher (3:30:53 AM):

HAH, I DON'T SEE ANY REASON FOR YOU OR ANYONE  T'BE KISSIN' UP TO ME.  AN' I COULD VERY WELL BE DELUSIONAL - HAVEN'T GONE OFF AN' TRIED TO FIGURE OUT MY GLITCHIN' PROCESSOR.  *Frowns and takes a gulp*  AN' IN EITHER CASE, I DID LISTEN T'YOU.  NO IDEA WHY...  EH, 'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS, RIGHT?

Tracks (3:34:01 AM):

Sometimes. In this case, yes. *Shrugs, uncomfortable, but figuring that he's possibly drunk enough to get away with being frank for a moment* I appreciated it, anyway, so even if you did attempt to kill me, you've still also shown more interest in my continued existence than most.

Bonecrusher (3:36:46 AM):

....YEAH, SORRY ABOUT THA', BY TH' BY.  THAT WHOLE SITUATION GOT OUTTA MY CONTROL TOO FAST FER MY LIKIN'.  I WOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT ON A... BETTER DAY.  *Where has his honor and dignity gone?  He's starting to realize he's apologized more these last few weeks than he has since the war started.  Scary, huh?*

Tracks (3:40:27 AM):

...Apology accepted. *He blinks, surprised at getting an apology at all, really.* It was odd circumstances, I suppose. And tensions were higher. *Smiles ruefully* We seem more relaxed now.

Bonecrusher (3:43:46 AM):

*More drinking is in order!  This would make his sixth cube, by the by.*  WAY MORE RELAXED.  YER LETTIN' ME GET DRUNK IN YER ROOM.  *He takes a gulp and smirks at Tracks*  MOST MECHS WOULD BE AFRAID OF WHAT I'D DO.

Tracks (3:45:48 AM):

*smirks back* As you've pointed out so many times, you're more pleasant when drunk. And though I'd argue in some aspects, you're at least looking less likely to punch the wall or attempt to tear my limbs off, now. *sips*

Bonecrusher (3:47:32 AM):

MORE PLEASANT, TRUE, BUT ALSO PRONE T'BEIN' MORE ROWDY AN' UNRULY.  IT'S KINDA A LOSE-LOSE DEAL, WHEN Y'THINK ABOUT IT.  THOUGH, T'BE HONEST, ON A NORMAL DAY I MUCH PREFER BOUNCIN' CUBES OFF YER HEAD AN' CALLIN' YOU IRONIC NICKNAMES TO SLAGGIN' YOU.

Tracks (3:52:31 AM):

*Snorts* Funny how you say "ironic" like it isn't one of the most honest things you've ever said about me. But the moment you decide to bounce a cube off my head, you can march your aft right out my door.

Bonecrusher (3:55:14 AM):

NAH, TH' MOST HONEST THING I'VE SAID ABOUT YOU IS THAT YER PROJECTIN' YERSELF TO BE SHALLOW AN' SELF-CENTERED.  AN' DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT SUCH A BAD GUEST AS T'START THROWIN' THINGS AT YOU.  *A long drink, and then*  BESIDES, YOU REALLY  DON'T WANT ME T'START USIN' MY IRONIC NICKNAMES IN AN UNIRONIC SENSE.

Tracks (3:58:18 AM):

*Scoff* I don't project myself as anything of the sort - those that choose to see me that way are just jealous and unable to appreciate anyone who thinks of aesthetics just as much as practicality. *Sips* And why is that?

Bonecrusher (4:00:47 AM):

*Lightly*  'COS THEN, Y'SEE, I START GETTIN' INTO YER PERSONAL SPACE, AN' I DOUBT YOU'D ENJOY THAT MUCH, T'BE HONEST.  'M A RATHER...  *Another gulp*  AQUIRED TASTE.

Tracks (4:02:59 AM):

I think if I were to acquire more of your "taste", I'd have to pass you through my fuel processor. *Dryly*

Bonecrusher (4:04:32 AM):

NOW WHAT'S THAT  SUPPOSED T'MEAN, GORGEOUS?  *Innocent, takes a swig*  I'M A BIG MECH.  I GOTTA KEEP THE FUEL FLOWIN'.  AN' BESIDES, DIDN'T WE BOTH COME T' THE AGREEMENT THAT I'M MUCH BETTER WHEN I'M DRUNK?

Tracks (4:05:37 AM):

It means that I think I've had you in my personal space in the least enjoyable way possible - anything after that can't be that bad. *Sips, amused*

Bonecrusher (4:08:29 AM):

*He contemplates that for a moment, taking another long drink, and then shifts his weight, stepping forward and right in to Tracks' personal bubble, looming over him but not in the least bit attempting to threaten*  I REALLY DON'T THINK YER TH' KINDA MECH T'WANT ME IN YER PERSONAL SPACE, GOOD OR BAD.

Tracks (4:11:45 AM):

*Looks up at him, but one and a half cubes is apparently sufficient to at least relax the Corvette somewhat* As long as you're not killing me, I'm not sure I have room to complain, really.

Bonecrusher (4:14:18 AM):

*Thoughtfully takes another swig, sidling up a bit closer to Tracks*  REALLY.  MOST MECHS DON'T LIKE THEIR PERSONAL SPACE INVADED, Y'SEE.  *Is pretty close to chest-to-chest with the Corvette, give or take a few inches* 

Tracks (4:19:01 AM):

You're already -in- my personal space, Bonecrusher. This is just an extension of it. And it's not as though I didn't see you coming. *Looking up at the bigger mech in bemusement, beginning to wonder what he might be getting at*

Bonecrusher (4:21:33 AM):

MM, THAT'S RIGHT.  Y'COULD EASILY SEE ME COMIN' FROM A MILE AWAY.  *He leans down, for a more face-to-face sort of feel*  SO TH' QUESTION IS, THEN, WHY DON'T Y'MOVE?  *Idly curious*  YER FASTER THAN ME, AFTER ALL.

Tracks (4:23:19 AM):

Because I'm not sure why you're doing it. *Optics narrow slightly, remembering Bonecrusher's face being closer, once before* Since I know you're not going to kill me.

Bonecrusher (4:28:10 AM):

THERE ARE A GOOD FEW REASONS I COULD BE DOIN' THIS FOR.  MOSTLY, THOUGH, IT'S T'SEE HOW CLOSE YER GONNA LET ME GET.  *His face gets closer, oh yes, because he's been closer and he can do it again, so long as it's clear he isn't about to dismember the other, right?*

Tracks (4:33:41 AM):

...Honestly, I'm surprised you'd get this close again of your own accord. *He blinks, optical circuits refocusing closer, sounding faintly annoyed* You've made it fairly clear there's little that interests you about me, aside from my more abstract qualities.

Bonecrusher (4:38:52 AM):

THIS IS TRUE.  STILL, ABSTRACT QUALITIES MAKE FER GOOD CONVERSATION.  STILL....  *His optics look over the other's face - kind of weird how it's in one piece, while the rest of him is a mess - and then lowers his voice a bit*  Move 'r stay right where y'are.  Yer choice, gorgeous.

Tracks (6:27:06 PM):

*Tracks' optics widen slightly at hearing Bonecrusher's voice at less than a roar and he matches his to it, lowering his tone to one appropriate for the lack of distance between them* I have no intention of moving.

Bonecrusher (6:33:42 PM):

...Fine.  *His processors are already telling him that drinking is a bad thing for him to do even as he tilts his head and pushes his mouth against Tracks' - more or less just pressure, not even really a kiss*

Tracks (7:10:55 PM):

*And Tracks is wondering just how drunk Bonecrusher must be to be doing this - and how bad an idea it probably is in general - as he pushes back, tilting his head just enough to bring it into the realm of an actual sort of kiss*

Bonecrusher (7:22:06 PM):

*Bonecrusher can't decide if this is still a powerplay, shifting to take away those inches between them and brings his free hand up to the joint between Tracks' neck and shoulder*

Tracks (7:37:05 PM):

*Powerplay? If that's what Bonecrusher wants, but slag it if Tracks is going to stand there and  mash his face against an owl's when he can at least be doing it semi-enjoyably. He lifts his heels up to meet Bonecrusher at his greater height, not pressing harder against his mouth, but kissing him almost gently*

Bonecrusher (7:41:14 PM):

*He lets himself relax a bit, returning the kiss slightly, and then after a moment pulls away - only a centimeter, maybe less, seperates them* ........Prob'ly shouldn't do this.

Tracks (8:10:58 PM):

*Tracks glances up, optics narrowing slightly, his voice pitched for Bonecrusher's audials only* I said I had no intention of moving.

Bonecrusher (8:14:08 PM):

......This is a bad idea.  *But then why is he closing the gap again and actually instigating a real  kiss?  He hates his jumping thought processes.*

Tracks (8:43:03 PM):

It is. *Tracks is no better though, kissing back as he reaches up, mirroring the other mech's hand at his neck with one of his own, the other digging into a broad, armored shoulder for balance*

Bonecrusher (8:54:36 PM):

*Bonecrusher relaxes his shoulders a bit, giving the Corvette something easier to hold on to, dropping his cube onto the table and putting his now free hand on Tracks' waist, pulling at it slightly - bad idea bad idea but .... Bonecrusher isn't completely not  enjoying this....*

Tracks (9:07:00 PM):

*He'd be lying if he said he wasn't doing this for more than the principal of the thing, now, terrible idea though it may be. Tracks follows the cue, moving close enough that anymech's personal bubble would be violated, and leans up, further into the kiss*

Bonecrusher (9:16:49 PM):

*One set of claws tick against armor he once had no qualms ripping apart, making no effort to do that this time, the other set scraping lightly against some lines in the Corvette's neck.  He holds Tracks closer, half-attempting to deepen the kiss as his energon-soaked processors explain a hundred reasons as to why this is a bad plan*

Tracks (9:38:05 PM):

*Tracks' engine rumbles to life in appreciation of the touch, arching up against Bonecrusher as he deepens the kiss for him, fingers digging in a bit as he decides this is nothing more than a drunken interlude they'll probably never speak of again anyway.*

Bonecrusher (9:47:12 PM):

*As long as he doesn't do anything else, it should be fine, right?  So Bonecrusher holds back, forcing himself not to dig his claws in deeper - instead, he just traces Tracks' armor seam, up and down, pressing a bit but leaving all fierceness out of it.  He can't help but bite at Tracks' mouth a little, unable to resist doing something he's just so used to.*

Tracks (9:58:22 PM):

*It's a little odd, to say the least, being this close and intimate with a mech who was -already- intimately familiar with how you were put together - but all the memories are ones Tracks is firmly quashing in order to keep himself sane. He groans a little, feeling pressure and pleasure only faintly, and bites back in challenge, reassuring himself that he's not afraid*

Bonecrusher (10:05:23 PM):

*Bonecrusher stiffens at that, claws twitching against the other's neck as Tracks bites - and then he growls, lowly.  Challenges are something Bonecrusher can deal with, after all, and so he takes the other's actions as one, slippin a claw into a seam and sliding it against the wires he can, engine rumbling deeply - he's still trying to hold back, but energon doesn't exactly increase his resolution*

Tracks (10:20:19 PM):

*Tracks shivers at the sound and then finds himself pressing in closer, each terrifying caress of claws against his internals drawing a jolt of pleasure from his sensors, but still he bites again, harder. Being smaller than the other mech, his hands slip more easily between panels of armor, fingers digging in, scratching down cables and fuel lines even without claws to help.*

Bonecrusher (10:26:05 PM):

*The fingers against his cables send a shock through Bonecrusher's systems, and he lets a strangled moan escape, scraping his claws along wires and fuel-lines, his hand at Tracks' side sliding back to work at the Corvette's back, gripping hard*

Tracks (10:42:50 PM):

*He makes a faint noise as he feels claws working along the sensitive seams of his back, torn between stilling and pushing back against them for a moment, and at internals that already warn at armor-breach, of danger Tracks is more than well aware of. Wings twitch almost uneasily as Tracks kisses Bonecrusher harder, hungrier, and he digs his fingers in tightly for a moment, challenge and tease all in one.*

Bonecrusher (10:48:44 PM):

*Bonecrusher relishes  drawing sounds out, claws digging in a little sharper at the sound - but he shakes his head suddenly, pulling back and retrieving those few centimeters that seperate their faces*  What're we doin'.  This is bad.  Why're you... Shouldn't be lettin' me do this....

Tracks (10:57:25 PM):

*Meeting Bonecrusher's optics with a slightly dazed look, Tracks shakes his head, sensors distracting him as they report sharp pain/pleasure from every indentation made by claw-tip* --I don't... it... Primus, but it feels good-- *He flinches slightly then, as though expecting to be shot down then, or mocked, but it's true, and he waits for Bonecrusher to come to his senses almost sadly*

Bonecrusher (11:04:04 PM):

....Tracks, I... *He doesn't pull his hands away, just stills them, tensing slightly because it does  feel good, but it shouldn't, but...* 'm too drunk t' think these things through, an' if I - it... I really shouldn't be doin' this...

Tracks (11:09:09 PM):

*It's still strange to hear him so muted, so quiet, and it takes a moment for what he's saying to filter through completely, then another moment to get his vocalizer to cooperate* ...Because of Blackout?

Bonecrusher (11:12:39 PM):

Yes, because of Blackout.  *Bonecrusher offlines his optics for a moment, sounding strained*  Because this is just what 'm not supposed t'do, 'm not supposed t' just... but then he never talks an' he says  he loves me but then he ignores me an'... oh, Primus, what a mess...

Tracks (11:22:46 PM):

Then either he's worth the mess, or he's not. *Tracks says quietly as watches him, resigned and resolute, but not moving - not that he can, easily, with claws so close to fuel lines*

Bonecrusher (11:26:53 PM):

.......I..... He has t'be.  *Bonecrusher lets go, steps back and grabs his almost-gone cube, downing it*  Primus, he has t'be because this wouldn't make me feel guilty otherwise.

Tracks (11:45:02 PM):

*If there was supposed to be a sense of victory, a smug feeling of pride for not moving, Tracks isn't getting it. He crosses his arms and nods, instead, and wonders why he's not feeling guilty, a smirk curling the edges of his mouth* I hope so.

Bonecrusher (11:49:15 PM):

Primus, y'better hope so.... 'cos if it turns out not t'be, I have a feelin' yer gonna be my first stop.  *He shakes his head and frowns, setting the cube down and stepping forward again, putting a hand on Tracks' shoulder*  Y'really should've moved...

Tracks (12:08:29 AM):

*Tracks shakes his head, the smirk pulling at one side, becoming somewhat lopsided* ...I won't bet my spark on it.

Bonecrusher (12:15:23 AM):

.....Dependin' on if I decide t'be stupid an' tell him about this, y'might have good odds.....  I dunno.  *His claws click against Tracks' shoulder, and then he pulls away, looking at the door*  I prob'ly should go, 'fore I decide t'do somethin' stupid....

Tracks (12:20:08 AM):

*He nods, face blanked with the bizarre flutter of his spark he doesn't want to think about too much, and then he doesn't really know what to say besides-* Good luck with that. *Tracks smiles very faintly, teasing, but he doesn't meet Bonecrusher's gaze, either*

Bonecrusher (12:23:01 AM):

.......*Bonecrusher watches him for a moment longer, frowning slightly, before shaking his head and putting his hand against Tracks' shoulder as he moves around, going to the door.  He probably should say something  more, but... Meh.  There'll be time, right?  So he leaves, shutting the door behind him*