Transformers Oneshots

I won't let them.

"Pyro.." Skiprunners soft voice came from behind the orange mech, and it sounded pained. 

Pyrostorm didn't know how fast he had to turn, but when he did, a low growl escaped at the state of his boyfriend. The poor mech was covered in dents and scratches, and even bleeding slightly from his mouth, but it seemed that had stopped a bit ago already. 

"What happened.." He frowned, grasping his mechs arms gently, not intending to hurt him worse. He was trying his hardest not to run off and tear off the helms of those who had hurt his Skiprunner. "Who did this.." His normally golden optics flashed red, like his sires did too sometimes. "I will destroy them.." Pyrostorm growled, tightening his grip lightly

"Ow, Pyro, stop. I don't want you to go after them, it doesn't matter." Skiprunner replied, looking at his pedes. "Can you just take me home? I'll tell mother I got sick or something and you're taking me home."  He honestly just wanted the pain to go away, and cuddle up in bed wit h his boyfriend. 

Pyrostorm calmed down at the blue mechs words, and sighed. "Alright.. but you will tell me what happened." He replied sternly, watching the younger mech closely, his optics back to their original golden colour. Once he saw him nod, he smiled a little and offered his servo for Skip, but frowned as he heard Skips whimper in pain as he moved his pede. 

"You can't walk like that."

"I'm fine, Pyro..."

"No, you're not, you can't walk like this, and I won't. "

"Pyro! I can wa-eep!" He yelped as Pyro scooped him up bridal style, carrying him out of the  school building without furder ado, or worry about what anyone would think of them. The orange mech knew they weren't really out in public yet, but Pyrostorm didn't care, he wouldn't let anyone hurt his boyfriend. Never. 

After a short walk, Pyro opened the door to his own home and put Skip on his berth, making him swear to stay on his berth and not move. "I'll get some medicine, and you're just going to lay here until I get back, okay?" 

"Fiiiiine.." Skip sighed and shifted a little to get comfortable. He'd been in Pyrostorms quarters often, but never on his own. And laying on his berth like this, was a little awkward. Slowly he turned his helm and pressed his face in one of the pillows, and smiled as he took in his scent. For some reason, Pyrostorm always smelled good to him. 

"Are you sniffing my pillow?" A voice came from the doorway. 

His helm shot up and he blushed a little. "No.. yes.. maybe... It just smelled really good!" He pouted, folding his arms quietly. 

"Shut up you.." Pyro snickered and knelt next to him on the bed, taking out a dent popper and a welder. "Or I might weld you to my berth.. and we all know what happens then.." He waggled his optic ridges with his trademark smirk. 

"Pyrostorm!" Skip squealed, flushing a bright energon blue at the thought of what Pyro meant. 

The orange mech simply laughed and started popping the dents out and then welding the scratches shut. Once that was done, he put the tools on his bedside table, and laid ontop of Skip, not in a sexual way, but in a I'm-a-fat-annoying-blanket-and-I-wont-get-off way.

"Pyro..?" Skip asked after a few moments of silence and simply clinging onto him. "What if they try to hurt me again..?"

But before he could even finish his sentence, Pyrostorm had kissed him lovingly, squeezing him gently. "I won't let them.." He whispered against his lips, gazing into Skips optics lovingly. 

And Skip knew in his spark that he was safe. 

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Okay so I absolutely hate this, but my friend and the owner of Skiprunner loved the first few sentences I showed, so I decided to finish it either way. I hope you won't hate me for this.