ONE-SHOTS || TRANSFORMERS

• || MTMTE Rung X Autobot Mech

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"Steel Night, may I continue my work?"

"No~ why don't you spend some time with this lonely mech?"

Rung sighed, turning around to face the pouting mech, putting a small smile on his faceplates and gently taking his servo with him. "Really, I'm supposed to do my work." He said, only succeeding on making the mech pout.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe you should've just "marry" your work. You won't even—"

Steel Night stopped when Rung took off his glasses, that momentarily shocked him before the therapist sneakily pecked him on the nose. "Would I really choose my own lover over my work? I was gonna say, work could wait." Rung said, grinning softly when he saw the blush rose on a Steel Night's cheeks.

"G-good!" Was the only thing he say in the moment of his embarrassment.

The therapist watched with amusement as the mech fanned out the heat to his cheeks, and after it has gone away. He looked at him with anew resolution.

"Do that again."

He just smiled, and looked at his door. "Rodimus, is there anything you need?"

Steel Night pointedly glared at the door, burning holes on the captain's helm as the latter smiled half-heartedly.

"I didn't disturb anything, do I?"

"Oh, how could you, captain? Who've ever thought you are a disturbance?" Mocked Steel Night, an obvious tone on his sleek voice, as he rolled his optics and sighed loudly. "What do you need?"

"Drift urgently needs a sparring partner. He's been restlessly ranting me about it."

"Why don't you just listen?"

"You know I'm not good at listening to other people."

"Yeah, sure. I'm not in the mood, tell the samurai to frag off."

Rodimus frowned, stealing a pleading look at Rung's direction, with him thoughtfully nodding at him. Steel Night saw the look the captain was giving to his lover, rolling his optics and crossing his arms over to his chassis.

"Let's make a deal then."

Rodimus stopped his movements, and gave Steel a suspicious look. "What's the deal?"

"Drift wins, I'll spar with him anytime. I win—"

"You get to hog Rung three days!" Hurried Rodimus, knowing if he let him finish, it'll be the end of him, with the fighter being irritated at his uncalled disturbance.

Steel Night's optics widen in surprise, "really? I get to spend all my time with him?"

"Yeah! Sure, all~ your time with him."

Rung looked at the interaction between the two, pinching the bridge of his nose, "pardon me." He said, easily getting the attention of them, "I didn't agree to any of this, besides, I already promised Steel Night that I'll stay with him today. And, I got patients I need to talk to. This is a serious matter."

"But—"

A touch on the shoulder plate shut Rodimus, as he turned to Steel Night that smiled at him, "actually, I think I'll just do it. Without the deal." He said, not looking at Rung as he turned away.

The therapist bow down his helm in sadness, fiddling with his servos in front of him nervously, and flinching when he felt he was touched. When he looked up, he saw a Steel Night lightly faking an obvious smile, as he gently placed his glasses on his optics.

"I won't let any mech see you without your glasses. Who knows, they might get interested."

"... You, are not angry?"

At Rung's question, the mech frowned and kissed rung at the top of his helm. "Angry, no. Annoyed, yes. Still understanding your reasons, regretfully yes. Because I'm a damn good conjunx endura."

In the corner, Rodimus watched the two with bitterness, crossing his arms over to his chassis, "bah, rub it in my face, don't you?" He murmured, letting a huff and walking to the door, as he waited for the two. "Oi, hurry up! Magnus might put Drift on the brig if he's annoyed enough with his rant."

Steel Night rolled his optics, and offered an arm towards Rung, "shall we?"

Rung nodded, a sudden thought coming from his mind, 'why do we always get disturbed?'

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Rung watched with attentive optics at the brutal display of strength, yet gracefulness of fighting between the two skilled fighters. He watched them exchange equal blows with each other, and looking more closely. 'They kinda matched each other. With their strength of course, not the chemistry.' He joked to himself, smiling as a smug Steel Night walked over to him and bluntly kissed him on the lips.

"You're not jealous?" Steel Night asked, casting a glance at the satisfied samurai that hummed as he swing his sword around.

He smirked, letting his more cheeky character come out by pulling him on the back of his helm, as he huskily whispered, "why should I? You are mine, are you not?"

And, when he pulled away. He knew that he just defeated the unbeatable fighter with simple words.