TFG1: Misunderstanding

((Has slash/yaoi. No like, GO AWAY))

Perceptor let out a small sigh as he turned the page to his book, a small smile on his faceplate as he continued his reading. As usual, he was alone in his room, simply reading one of his many books, his blue optics scanning the words on the page before proceeding to the next page.

Suddenly, the door opened, making the scientist jump slightly, and he quickly turned to see who it was, his optic ridges rising at whom he saw.

“Blaster?” the scientist questioned, closing his book and setting it down on the berth as he stood up and approached the taller mech. “What can I do for you? Is… Is something wrong?”

The red mech didn’t look like his carefree, cheerful self. He looked angry, furious almost, troubled, and he glared at the scientist in such a way what made Perceptor almost scared to look at him, to even have him in the room.

“Is something wrong, Blaster?” Perceptor repeated as he walked in front of the mech and stared up at him, confusion and worry on his faceplate.

Without warning, Blaster grabbed the smaller mech’s wrists and almost immediately locked lips with him, harshly and rough-like. His grip around Perceptor’s wrists tightened dramatically as he pushed the smaller mech back to the berth and pinned him on top, the kiss growing rougher as the boom box loomed above the scientist’s body, his legs pinning the smaller mech’s beneath him and his hands pinning the other’s wrists next to the microscope’s head.

Perceptor’s blue optics shot wide and his faceplate lit on fire at the action from the other, and before a word could even come to mind, he noticed the other pinning his body against the berth, not allowing him any sort of movement of escape. He wanted to break away, only to ask what was happening and why Blaster would do such a thing, but something—almost fear—was in him, the red mech above him so rough, so harsh, so angry and hateful towards him.

The boom box pulled his faceplate away from Perceptor’s and growled down at him, a glare in his crystal blue optics as his grip only tightened and he sat on the scientist’s hips, locking ankles with the other to make sure he couldn’t move his legs.

“B-Blaster!” Perceptor spat, his faceplate flaring red. “Wh-What is the meaning of this?! Why-Why… Why are you doing this…?”

“What? Don’t like it when I do it to you?” Blaster growled before leaning his faceplate close to the other’s neck and kissing at it, his mouth soon sucking on the visible wires harshly, enough to leave a mark if done in only minutes.

Perceptor’s optics powered off as he turned his head away, moving it away from the area Blaster was attacking, and he bit his bottom lip, failing to conceal the small moan that escaped his mouth at the odd pleasure of such an action. “B-Blaster… P-Please… What… a-are you doing…?”

Blaster, once more, pulled his faceplate away from Perceptor’s and took a small moment to just glare at him. “I’m pissed, that’s what.” He leaned his faceplate close to the scientist’s again, their noses only inches away, and growled, “I learned about yer little secret.”

Perceptor’s crystal blue optics widened, shock on his faceplate. “Wh-What?! H-How did you find out?! And… you’re angry about it…?”

“How can I not be?!” Blaster snapped. “Now I know why you’ve been hangin’ around with Jazz so much!”

Confusion was once more on the scientist’s faceplate. “What…? What are you talking about…?”

“I overheard you an’ ‘Smokey talkin’, an’ I heard you sayin’ you ‘in love’ with someone,” Blaster growled as reply. “Now I know why you’ve been sneakin’ around with Jazz!”

Perceptor stared at the other blankly, his faceplate still red from having the other on top of him. “You think I’m in love with Jazz?”

“Why else you’d be sneakin’ with him? Why you lookin’ at me like I’m crazy?”

Perceptor took a moment before able to reply back, now knowing that all of this was a misunderstanding. Shaking his head, the scientist replied, “I’m not in love with Jazz. I have been speaking with him privately because he knows much more about mechs and femme than I do, since I’m always in my room and never very social with everyone, and since I—”

Blaster glared with annoyance. “To the point, Percy!”

Perceptor let out a small jump from the snapping. “I was asking Jazz how to approach the one I liked! I didn’t want you to know because… you…”

Blaster narrowed his optics.

Perceptor bit his bottom lip before powering off his optics again and quickly saying, “I’m in love with you, Blaster!”

Everything stopped, Perceptor’s spark racing as he kept his optics powered off, not knowing what to expect.

“Wh-What…?” Blaster muttered, his optics wide and his grip almost gone from the other’s wrists. “It’s me you like? I… I thought it was Jazz!”

Perceptor powered on his optics and turned back to the boom box, tilting his head as he questioned, “So all this, what you are doing to me… It’s revenge because you thought I was in love with someone else?”

“I thought Jazz got to you before I did!” Blaster crawled off of the other red mech and grabbed his hand, helping him sit up and staring at him, feeling absolutely stupid. “I thought you liked Jazz! Slag, everyone likes him!”

Perceptor rubbed his wrists gently as he stared at the boom box, seeing his expression of misunderstanding and guilt. “So, you were about to rape me because you thought…?”

Blaster gave a quick moment to think before nodding his head and replying simply, “Yeah, pretty much. Yo man…” He let out a small chuckle as he grinned and scratched the back of his red helmet. “Sorry ‘bout that. I should’ve known better.”

Perceptor eyed the other mech strangely. “Are you apologizing for about to force bond with me, or for misunderstanding the situation?”

“For misunderstandin’,” Blaster chuckled. “You can’t rape the willing~!”

Perceptor blushed again as he sighed, turning away from Blaster as he muttered softly, “You must think I’m such a fool…”

Blaster tilted his head slightly.

“I… I really did wish to tell you, but I just never knew how to,” Perceptor said. “That was why I was speaking with Jazz all the time, and I was sneaking around because I didn’t want you to get suspicious about it, with me not knowing how you felt about me and with me feeling this for you, and I knew that Jazz knew more about mechs and femme, relationships, than I did, which was why I wanted to speak with him, and—”

Blaster, rolling his blue optics, cupped Perceptor’s chin to make the scientist look up at him, and before he could continue his ramble, the boom box gently linked lips with him, his hand on the back of the scientist’s helmet and his optics powering off.

Perceptor’s faceplate once again lit red and heated dramatically, like it was just lit on fire, and his optics widened as he was about to jerk his head back, but Blaster’s hand kept it in place.

This was illogical! Unreasonable! Did Blaster fall for Perceptor the way the microscope fell for the boom box? And for how long? His anger, his hate, it was all because Blaster wanted him instead of him being with Jazz, someone almost everyone fell in love with at least once? Blaster and Jazz were bondmates once, but it didn’t work out between them, for a reason the scientist didn’t know, and for someone like Blaster, who was popular among the Autobots, feel this for Perceptor, who was teased for being a nerd…? It was illogical to the scientist!

The slowly separated lips made a light SMEK, and, seeing the wide optics on the other, Blaster couldn’t help but chuckle. “Primus, you’re cute when you’re shocked~!”

“I-I… I don’t understand…” Perceptor managed to say, blushing heavily. “Why would you want someone like me…? I’m a bookworm, a nerd.”

“Tha’s wha’ I like about you,” Blaster replied with a soft smile on his faceplate. “You don’t have to understand everything, you know. Sometimes, things just happen ‘cause they happen. You deal with it and embrace it. You willin’ to do tha’ for me?”

Perceptor took a moment before smiling, a blush across his faceplate again when Blaster placed his dark hand on the cheek of his faceplate. “Blaster… You know how you said that you can’t rape the willing?”

Blaster’s faceplate changed to question. “Yeah.”

Perceptor’s faceplate reddened slightly more as his soft smile widened slightly. “It doesn’t have to be rape…”

Blaster’s optic ridges rose at the remark, and he couldn’t help but laugh, “Why would you say tha?”

Perceptor only smiled. “You don’t have to understand everything, you know.”