The Killing Song - A DJD Transformers Action Romance Fanfiction [COMPLETED]

BEFORE EVERYTHING WENT DOWNHILL

I pulled out a chair at the table, and I never knew I could be so bored I desired to watch Tesarus and Helex play their "spitting game". It was Helex's turn to be the laughter victim, and he took a few sips from his glass of oil, his already fat cheeks puffing up. He set the cup down and weaved his hands together, telling Tesarus he was ready to play. His round ended quickly after Tesarus muttered something provocative into his audio receptor, and Helex let out a whimper and tightened his lips. He couldn't hold in his masculine giggles, and a jet of oil spewed from his mouth as he coughed and snorted.

We had encountered a dry spell with our hunts, and Kaon was on the upper levels of the Peaceful Tyranny. He was going down The List and attempting to find our next target on Messatine. Tesarus was practically dying from lethargy, so Helex invented the spitting game to bring some entertainment back into our lives. It was always humorous when oil shot out of someone's nose. I don't play because I never reveal my face, but I do enjoy being an audience member.

Chambex was going to arrive that day, but none of us were aware she was actively hunting us down. In about three and a quarter cycles, she would be at our base's doorstep. We refer to the ship as a "base" when it is parked upon the ground and not in flight.

Helex wiped the brownish stream of oil from his chin. "Oh hey, Tarn. Bored too?"

"Unfortunately."

"Wanna play?"

"No thanks. I'll just watch."

Tesarus filled his mouth with oil and awaited Helex's jokes. Helex ignored him for a bit.

"Tarn, I never asked, but what were you before the war?" Helex inquired.

I don't like to tell people about my devious past, but these men are part of my loyal team. "I was a scholar. And a slut."

Tesarus made a strange croaking noise before spitting out his oil back into the cup, trying not to soil the table like Helex. "A slut?"

Okay, okay, let's make one thing clear. Cybertronians don't have intercourse like organic species, so "sleeping with someone" just refers to the closest thing we can get to sex: sparking. We can also touch sparks*, but that shit can kill people because it's so damn powerful. Sparking just refers to when Cybertronians are kissing and cuddling for such a long time that it sends a pleasurable and strong jolt through the back strut. And our sexualities just refer to who we prefer to spark with.

"After I became a scholar, I wanted to know who my type was. Didn't have much time to learn while I was preparing for examinations."

"Did you ever find out?" Helex lifted himself from his chair and fetched a small container of energon slices, and he gingerly snapped one with his bulky teeth, chewing slowly.

"No. All I learned is I enjoy the femme types."

"I don't really know who I like. Never really been interested." Tesarus pushed his oil glass away, slightly disgusted by the fact it was mixed with his own saliva.