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Holis, escribí un fanfic recientemente, no lo quiero subir a AO3 por ahora porque esta incompleto asi que lo subiré aquí :3 / Hi there, I recently wrote a fanfic, I don’t want to upload it to AO3 right now because it’s incomplete so I’ll upload it here :3
(🔻The English version is below the Spanish version🔻)
Todo en la vida tiene sus momentos altos y bajos, su calma y su caos, incluso en la guerra, como si no se pudiera caer mas bajo, el caos se multiplica en momentos ciertos momentos, los Autobots no eran ajenos a esto.
La situación estaba tensa desde que los Decepticons hicieron una emboscada qué terminó con muchas bajas por un desperfecto, desordenando todo un plan maestro que llevaban meses planeandose, todos en la base sabían eso y se los recordaban constantemente con gritos o discursos sin fin, esto aumento la presión, muchos corrían de un lado a otro entregando papeleo y documentos acerca de lugares, datos, nadie más allá de los comandantes lo entendían.
Entre el caos y el ambiente de estrés, empezó a influir en todos, la agresión y peleas empezaron a duplicarse por los pasillos, Silverbolt fue herido tratando de frenar una pelea entre Firefly y Sunstreaker, solo porque el Aerialbot sin querer pasó a chocarlo.
Como si no fuera suficiente, la promiscuidad en algunos bots, ya se sabía de la relación entre muchos, tampoco eran ajenos a las aventuras de una noche de muchos de sus soldados, pero este comportamiento parecía ser la unica forma de que muchos seguían funcionando.
Este era el caso de Groove, estaba constantemente sobrecargado de trabajo, patrullando y mandado a buscar alguna actividad sospechosa donde sea, aunque ya hubiera estado ahí tres días consecutivos, lo único que lo relajaba era esperar su rato libre y correr a los brazos de su Technobot, Afterburner. Él parecía ser el único que lo hacía seguir funcionando, lo hacia sentir como algo vivo que no solo obedecía, amaba sentirlo junto a él, oírlo quejarse de mil cosas que no terminaria de insultar pero en esos momentos entendia su desahogo.
Esa noche no sería diferente, pasarían la noche juntos, el desorden que muchos provocaban hacia que cosas normalmente graves fueran insignificantes como que dos partes de getsalts estén juntos y no cerca de sus respectivos equipos, en este caso, el de tonos rojizos es quién está lejos pero según él, el ataque solo tenía 17% de pasar, en cualquier caso podía correr.
La habitación de Groove era pequeña como las demás pero eso la hacía acogedora, por eso ese era su lugar principal para verse, habia lo típico, una cama y un pequeño escritorio pero tenía un toque más personal, pequeñas telas llamados “telares” y unos mini cuadros coloridos.
– “Aun sigo sin entender ese cuadro, es solo… rayas y rayas, ni siquiera tiene un sol o algo” – Sé quejó Afterburner, mirando y criticando el mismo cuadro, él ladeo la cabeza a Groove detrás de él, abrazándolo mientras dejaba algunos besos y caricias con intenciones muy claras, a él le gustaba esa actitud pero no en ese momento, lo sentía un poco raro, él tomó los servos y los entrelazó, probando si así podía detenerlo, un rato al menos.
–"¿Y donde lo conseguiste? Quizás todos los cuadros juntos formen algo" – Murmuró con un tono algo más juguetón, tratando de sacar algo de platica, algún comentario sarcástico o minimo una risita pero parecía que no lo escuchaban, el policía estaba muy ocupado frotándose contra su espalda, eso lo molesto, le dió un codazo leve, haciéndolo reaccionar, por un rato al menos.
El Protectobot se aclaró la garganta y asintió levemente, entendiendo el mensaje pero aún así seguía toqueteando y toqueteando, como si no hubiera sentido a el Technobot –" Uh, si, puede ser, nose donde lo compré de todos modos…“ – Respondió vagamente, mientras seguía con su recorrido.
El de tonos rojizos frunció el ceño y se puso de pie, ya no le gustaban lo invasivos que eran los toques. Groove frunció el ceño y lo miró confundido pero un tanto decepcionado –"¿Que pasa? Por que te alejas? Te gusta cuando hago esto” – Comentó, a lo que el Technobot frunció el ceño y se dió la vuelta, cruzándose de brazos – “Si, me gusta pero no cuando trató de olvidar todo lo que pasa afuera, te hablo y solo me tocas”.
El de tonos cafés no pudo evitar reírse de el descaro detrás de esas palabras –"¿Con que derecho me lo dices? Tú mismo haz hecho esto y me dices dramático, no es justo, no?“ – Ese tono, o quizas una realidad que no quiere aceptar, hizo que Afterburner se enoje –"Es diferente, yo lo hacía cuando las cosas estaban mejor, podíamos repetir las charlas después o otro, aveces interactuar es mejor que hablar para una conexión más plena” – Sé defendió.
La sonrisa de tonos cafés no aguanto mucho más, se puso serio pero no agresivo –"¿No te das cuenta que haces lo mismo? Estoy seguro que si y solo no lo quieres reconocer, muchas veces uno suele ser hipócrita" – el Technobot frunció más el ceño, irritado con esos ataques verbales a sus puntos débiles –"Quería eso para calmar un poco a el equipo, Scattershot es una molestia y Stafe es un ruido incesante, contigo al menos podía callar eso un rato y sentirme solo tuyo, por lo menos un momento" – Esas últimas palabras hicieron que Groove lo mire con otro brillo pero no podía negar su frustración en ese momento.
“¿Entonces por que no ahora?”
Afterburner se quedó mirándo en silencio, estaba enojado buscando las palabras adecuadas para hablar.
“Solo quiero apagar el ruido un rato, quiero sentirme como un bot, no solo una válvula que llenar, quiero sentir que me amas, Groove”
Trató de hablar pero las palabras no salieron, abria la boca pero no salia nada, se bloqueo, su mente se abrumó de caos y el miedo de lo esta discusión podría provocar, el Protectobot solo lo miró y suspiró cansadamente, cruzándose de brazos, bajando la mirada mientras hablaba.
–" Yo también quería eso mismo, solo callar el ruido pero parece que solo es cuando tu quieres, que mal" – Sé sentó a el borde de la cama y solo miró a el Technobot en silencio delante de él, quien aún no podía siquiera hablar, menos ahora que le dijeron eso – “Deberíamos pensar en esto, ve con los Technobots, deja que esto pasé, ¿Si? No te estoy terminado ni echando, solo una pausa para pensar”
Afterburner sintió como si el mundo se le cayera encima, se quedó en un silencio aún más denso, solo mirando a Groove sentado, abizbajo pero cuando lo vio levantar la cabeza y que sus ópticas se cruzaron, su chispa y su procesador colapsaron entre la realización, la sorpresa, el dolor, el miedo, era simplemente demasiado y solo explotó.
–"¡¿COMO TE ATREVES?! Sabes cuanto NO he hecho por ti, sabes todo lo que he negado para que me ames?!? Como es posible que me hagas esto ahora?!“ – Su voz sonaba temblorosa, una mala mezcla estre el miedo y la ira, el otro trato de calmarlo, levantandose de la cama pero no lo dejó hablar ni acercarse – "Solo querías una válvula nueva que llenar, un desafío para que se sienta mejor cuando estés enterrado en mi… ¿¡¿COMO PUDE SER TAN CIEGO CONTIGO?!? NO ERAS DIFERENTE A ELLOS!”
Afterburner, lleno de furia y pena, se hizo hacia atras, sus ópticas brillando por el refrigerante qué se escurría por sus mejillas y porque recién procesaba en que todo lo que dijo, Groove tambien estaba afectado pero cuando trató de detenerlo, acercarse, el Technobot puso el código a toda prisa y salió huyendo a toda velocidad, ni siquiera cerrando la puerta, el otro solo estaba shockeado por esa última frase, lo hizo sentir horrible y nisiquiera pudo hablar o decir algo.
El Protectobot, se acercó a la puerta, cerrandola en silencio, antes de sentarse en su cama, cubriendo su rostro, tratando de calmar su chispa agitada, sabía que tarde o temprano sus compañeros iban a sentir su tristeza, solo dejó que sus pensamientos vaguen y inventen alguna excusa creíble.
En otro lado, el Technobot estaba tirado en el suelo con todas sus cosas destruidas su alrededor, mirando el techo aún con el refrigerante goteando por su rostro, él mismo destrozó todo, sabía que tarde o temprano debería limpiar o dar explicaciones, lo que sea que Scattershot o algún otro le pregunté, no le importaba a ese punto, cerró sus ópticas, cansando de todo.
👇English version 👇
Everything in life has its highs and lows, its calm and its chaos, even in war. As if things couldn’t get any worse, chaos multiplied at certain moments, and the Autobots were no strangers to this.
The situation had been tense ever since the Decepticons ambushed them, resulting in many casualties due to a malfunction. This disrupted a master plan that had been months in the making. Everyone on the base knew this and constantly reminded each other of it with shouts and endless speeches. This increased the pressure; many ran around delivering paperwork and documents about locations and data. No one beyond the commanders understood.
Between the chaos and the stressful atmosphere, aggression and fights began to escalate in the corridors. Silverbolt was injured trying to stop a fight between Firefly and Sunstreaker, simply because the Aerialbot inadvertently collided with him. As if that weren’t enough, the promiscuity among some bots was already known, as were the relationships between many of them. They weren’t immune to the one-night stands of many of their soldiers either, but this behavior seemed to be the only way many of them could continue functioning.
This was the case with Groove. He was constantly overworked, patrolling and sent out to investigate any suspicious activity, even if he’d been there for three days straight. The only thing that relaxed him was waiting for his free time and running into the arms of his Technobot, Afterburner. He seemed to be the only one who kept him going, making him feel alive, not just obedient. He loved having him close, hearing him complain about a thousand things he wouldn’t finish insulting, but in those moments, he understood his venting.
That night would be no different; they would spend the night together. The chaos many of them caused made normally serious things seem insignificant, like two parts of Getsalts being together instead of near their respective teams. In this case, the one with reddish tones was the one far away, but according to him, the attack only had a 17% chance of succeeding. In any case, he could run.
Groove’s room was small, like the others, but that made it cozy. That’s why it was their main meeting place. It had the usual things: a bed and a small desk, but it had a more personal touch: small fabrics called “looms” and some colorful mini-paintings.
“I still don’t understand that painting. It’s just… stripes and stripes. It doesn’t even have a sun or anything,” Afterburner complained, staring at and criticizing the same painting. He tilted his head toward Groove behind him, embracing him while showering him with kisses and caresses with very clear intentions. Groove liked that attitude, but not right now. It felt a little strange. He took the servos and linked them, testing if that would stop him, at least for a while.
“And where did you get it? Maybe all the paintings together make something,” he murmured in a slightly more playful tone, trying to start a conversation, a sarcastic comment, or at least a chuckle, but it seemed they weren’t listening. The policeman was too busy rubbing against his back, which annoyed him. He gave him a light nudge, making him react, at least for a moment.
The Protectobot cleared his throat and nodded slightly, understanding the message, but he continued touching and touching, as if he hadn’t felt the Technobot at all. “Uh, yeah, maybe, I don’t know where I bought it anyway…” he replied vaguely, continuing on his way.
The reddish-toned one frowned and stood up; he no longer liked how invasive the touches were. Groove frowned and looked at him, confused but somewhat disappointed. “What’s wrong? Why are you backing away? You like it when I do this,” he commented, to which the Technobot frowned and turned away, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I like it, but not when I try to forget everything that’s going on outside, I talk to you, and you just touch me.”
The brown-toned one couldn’t help but laugh at the audacity behind those words. “What right do you have to say that to me? You’ve done this yourself, and you’re calling me dramatic? It’s not fair, is it?” That tone, or perhaps a reality he didn’t want to accept, made Afterburner angry. “It’s different. I used to do it when things were better. We could repeat the conversations later, or someone else. Sometimes interacting is better than talking for a deeper connection,” he defended himself.
The brown-toned smile couldn’t hold out much longer. He became serious but not aggressive. “Don’t you realize you do the same thing? I’m sure you do, and you just don’t want to admit it. We’re often hypocritical.” The Technobot frowned even more, irritated by these verbal attacks on his weaknesses. “I wanted that to calm the team down a bit. Scattershot is a nuisance, and Stafe is incessant noise. With you, at least I could quiet that for a while and feel like I was just yours, at least for a moment.” Those last words made Groove look at him with a different kind of gleam, but he couldn’t deny his frustration at that moment.
“So why not now?”
Afterburner stared silently, angry, searching for the right words.
“I just want to turn off the noise for a while. I want to feel like a bot, not just a valve to be filled. I want to feel that you love me, Groove.”
He tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He was blocked. His mind was overwhelmed with chaos and the fear of what this argument might provoke. The Protectobot just looked at him and sighed wearily, crossing his arms and lowering his gaze as he spoke.
“I wanted the same thing, just to quiet the noise, but it seems it only happens when you want it to. How awful.” He sat on the edge of the bed and stared silently at the Technobot in front of him, who still couldn’t even speak, especially now that he’d been told that. “We should think about this. Go with the Technobots, let this blow over, okay? I’m not breaking up with you or kicking you out, just a pause to think.”
Afterburner felt like the world was crashing down on him. He remained in an even denser silence, just staring at Groove sitting there, dejected. But when he saw him raise his head and their optics met, his spark and his processor collapsed in a mix of realization, surprise, pain, and fear. It was simply too much, and he just exploded.
“HOW DARE YOU?! Do you know how much I haven’t done for you? Do you know everything I’ve denied so you’ll love me?! How could you do this to me now?!” His voice trembled, a bitter mix of fear and anger. The other tried to calm him, getting out of bed, but didn’t let him speak or get close. “You just wanted a new valve to fill, a challenge to make it feel better when you’re buried inside me… HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO BLIND TO YOU?! YOU WERE NO DIFFERENT FROM THEM!”
Afterburner, filled with fury and sorrow, backed away, his eyes glistening from the coolant dripping down his cheeks. He was just now processing that everything he’d said had affected Groove too, but when he tried to stop him, to approach, the Technobot hastily entered the code and sped off, not even closing the door. The other was simply stunned by that last sentence; it had made him feel awful, and he couldn’t even speak or say anything.
The Protectobot approached the door, closing it silently before sitting on his bed, covering his face, trying to calm his agitated spark. He knew that sooner or later his companions would sense his sadness, so he just let his thoughts wander and concoct some believable excuse.
Elsewhere, the Technobot lay on the floor surrounded by his destroyed belongings, staring at the ceiling, coolant still dripping down his face. He had destroyed everything himself. He knew that sooner or later he would have to clean up or give explanations, whatever Scattershot or someone else might ask him. At that point, he didn’t care. He closed his optics, exhausted.
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