Proximity

Disclaimer: I don't own, wish I could

Warnings: Not really, some blood and violence during the story, nothing serious

Chapter 6

Sheer horror crossed the Seeker's faceplates as the realization hit him. He was falling, and fast. The gravitation was literally sucking him closer to the ground, yet everything seemed to happen in slow-motion. His mate had let go of him, and the silver mech in the air above was doing nothing to save him. His life flashed before his optics; his time on Cybertron as a career scientist, the start of the never-ending war, the crash-landing on the Earth, more fights, every beating and insult back and forth with the Decepticon Leader, finding the true reason behind those beatings, and bonding. That last memory made the blue thruster heels kick online, boosting up the power as the Seeker took altitude and tried to balance himself in the air. After regaining control over his own body, the red and white mech steadily rose up to meet the warm smile of his mate, "I knew you can do it".

With a high-pitched screech the Seeker slapped his servo across the faceplates of the Warlord, not thinking of any consequences. "Don't you ever do anything like that again!", the voice was hoarse after the prolonged silence. Before the slightly stunned mech had a chance to respond, he was wrapped into an embrace. Feeling his mate's spark pulsing rapidly against his gray chesplates, the silver mech's black servos pulled their frames even closer to each other. Having an almost sobbing Seeker attached to his neck, the Tyrant couldn't suppress his smile, "I think I deserved that" he said. "Slag right you did", the jet answered with a smile, looking up with bright optics, like his normal self again. A slight shudder went through the slim frame and neither of them could tell if it was because of the still-lingering fear or anticipation. "Go for it", a quiet whisper against the black audio before the jet was pushed away from the embrace. Floating in the air the Seeker shuddered even more with an uncertain expression on his face, but the temptation was growing too big to handle.

Transforming to his jet-mode, the Seeker took off, leaving only a swirl of air behind him. Smiling, the Decepticon Leader watched the jet frolic in the wind as he made big loops, quick swirls, swerves, and every kind of acrobatic that he could remember. Slowly the gray mech dropped altitude until he reached the ground, his optics never leaving the small spot that was his Seeker so far away. Emitting a deep, happy sigh he continued to watch the red jet as he approached , not slowing down a bit. With optics widening, the Warlord just stood there watching how the jet approached him with deadly speed.

Transforming in the mid-air, the Seeker tackle-hugged his mate, causing them both fell over with a loud 'thud'. "Ouch… Did you really have to?", the Tyrant groaned, rubbing the back of his head with one black servo. "You'll survive, oh mighty Leader", the Seeker smirked, leaning down to rest his head between the crook of his mates neck and shoulder. "Besides, you have my love".

The end

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I hate myself for writing fluff like this but it had to be done.

I'm having a comfort fic in my mind, and my friend requested me to write a KOxBD fic but let's see what'll be..