Prompt 27-Parents

"Would you?" Sideswipe whispered. Their helms pressed together, and his thumb traced languid circles against his lover's cheek.

"Of course...of course I will."

Sideswipe's placid expression morphed into an audio-to-audio grin before pressing Mirage's lips to his own.

Forever. He was ready to stay with Mirage forever. He never expected to be able to tolerate another mech for the rest of his life, save Sunstreaker. Somehow he'd not only managed to find another mech he tolerated, he'd fallen in love, and he wanted to share the rest of his life with Mirage. Part of him couldn't believe it, but asking him felt right, the rush he felt when Mirage said yes felt right, being near him felt right.

"There's just one thing you have to do first," Mirage murmured breaking the kiss.

"Anything." If Mirage asked for Cybertron and all its moons he would've gladly died trying to get them for his lover.

"You have to ask my creator for his permission and blessing before we do anything."

"Whatever you want." Sideswipe answered shakily. Putting sucrose in his own fuel tank would be infinitely better than confronting Mirage's creator. The mech hated him, and made him unimaginably nervous. But when he thought about it really didn't matter. Mirage said he'd bond with him, and he'd do anything it took to make it so.

You really think you're successful enough to support a bond mate?" The mech that was harassing Sideswipe turned his gaze from the red mech so he could closely examine his fingertips.

"Yes sir, I do." Sideswipe replied calmly.

"Mirage...Mirage is my only creation. He means everything to me." Cold blue optics bore down on Sideswipe, and it took every ounce of his self-control to remain calm. Mirage's father irritated him in every way. If his lover's creator wasn't insulting him, he was trying his hardest to make him feel guilty or uncomfortable. "I have spent my life building my business so he will be comfortable. I have sent him to the finest Cybertronian academies. What can you do for him?" The elder's gray hand curled into a tight fist.

"I can love him."

"Sideswipe. You are a loud, disrespectful, reckless young mech. When it comes to your skills at a merchant, they are lackluster at best. You're not an excruciatingly intelligent mech either, are you? Really you're just a mech designed to do grunt work that just got lucky." The mech uncurled his hand and allowed his helm to rest in it. "But for some reason my son, my only creation, is as in love with you as you are of him. I see the way his optics glitter when he sees you. There is this certain grin he has...He wears it only for you. You may think that a rusting old mech like me has forgotten what its like to feel that way...but I haven't forgotten. That is why, as much as I'd like to, I cannot say no to you bonding with my son."