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Perceptor closed Macadam’s a bit early than he intended. He almost felt bad since it was a welcome party for Drift, Cheeto, and the seekers. However, everyone was slowly moving on to another location to continue the party, and Drift and Ratchet had already left. A few other bars and other clubs managed to pop up during the rebuilt and the war other than Macadam’s.
The microscope reasoned with himself that he was only closing early because he wanted to check on Dead End. Maybe he was also a little concerned…maybe increasingly concerned.
Perceptor had hoped that Dead End would stop by the bar after he realized that the scientist had changed the code to the hab-suite. That Perceptor concluded that if Brainstorm mentioned to Dead End about trying to room with Perceptor, then Dead End would confront him about it. He figured that once Dead End couldn’t get into his hab-suite that he would come to Perceptor.
But that didn’t happen.
The microscope was wondering if Dead End got pissed off and was ignoring him.
Perceptor then tripped over one of Dead End’s bags that happened to be blocking his way. He felt instant relieved. The scientist used his telescope to sense the red Decepticon was camping out at the front door. He was sleeping against the door, his arms still crossed over his chest.
“Dead End! Wake up!” Percceptor leaned forward and shook the red Decepticon’s shoulder.
Dead End jerked awake, reaching for a gun he did not have. He froze and squinted, “Perceptor?”
“It’s me, you are sitting in front of my hab-suite door.”
“You changed the code.”
“Yeah? But it’s good to change it every so often, prevents break in,” Perceptor replied, resting his hands on his hips, “Why did you stay out here?”
“I didn’t want to leave my stuff out here,” Dead End grumbled, standing, and rolling his shoulders. It made a popping noise.
“You could have called me,” Percy told him.
Dead End gave a huff and crossed his arms over his chest, “I wanted to surprise you. I thought you wanted me to move in.”
“I did but then you said no. What made you change your mind?” Perceptor questioned, taking a few steps so he could lean against the door. He knew the answer, but it was better to have Dead End admit it.
Dead End’s lip twitched before admitting, “Brainstorm mentioned that he wanted to ask you about being roommates.”
Perceptor figured as much, “And you think I was going to room with Brainstorm?”
“Well,” Dead End scratched the back of his helm, “I mean who knows. You do work with him.”
“Look, Dead End, I want you to move in when you want to,” Perceptor explained, “I don’t want you to move in because you feel threatened by Brainstorm.”
“I’m not threatened,” Dead End scoffed before sighing, “Maybe a little. Things were starting to get good. I wasn’t working with Astrotrain or Megatron. We get to met up any time without having anyone up my aft. We’re getting along. I guess I am used to things going wrong.”
Perceptor sighed, understanding about that feeling. He felt something similar. Years of war did that to bot. Made them think nothing good would last. However, Perceptor knew he tended to isolate while Dead End did the opposite and just impulsively moved to take their relationship to the next step. “Come here.”
The microscope turned to the door, waiting enough time for Dead End to look over his shoulder. Perceptor typed in the new code, a combination between Dead End’s and his favourite numbers.
Dead End’s optics widened in realization, “Oh, is that why you asked me about my favorite number a week ago?”
“Precisely…”
“Okay, I’ll admit it, I was paranoid that you were going to go and fall for a guy almost as smart as you,” Dead End reached over to grab his stuff to bring in inside.
“I wouldn’t fault you for that. I’m sure I’ll be concerned if you were working with a guy that was clearly interested in you,” Perceptor then tapped his chin, “though you seem to be only interested working with bots that hate you.”
Dead End snorted, “Yeah, tell me about it.”
Perceptor felt his way through the kitchen, resting his hands on the counter. He turned around to grab a few glasses before making a couple of drinks, “I just did.”
Dead End sat down on the couch and leaned back, “Smart aft.”
The corner of Percy’s lip tilted up.
The microscope finished the drinks before walking over to Dead End, handing one to the Decepticon and then sitting down beside him. “I think we’re passed the mind games we play with each other. We know we care about each other.”
“Yeah, I think I’m tired of that too,” Dead End agreed, taking a few sips.
Perceptor leaned forward and kissed Dead End’s cheek before leaning against the Decepticon’s shoulder. “Unless you annoy me too much…I do not plan on breaking things off.”
Dead End made a lighthearted snort and Percy could sense Dead End was smiling, at least a little bit. The Decepticon rested his hand over Percy’s.
“Then is it okay if I leave my stuff behind. You see otherwise I would have drag it back out to the other side of the planet?” Dead End started to ramble off.
Percy sensed that the Decepticon was trying to get to something.
“I suppose I wouldn’t mind. I got enough space.”
“Can the space also include me because I also am tired of going back and forth.”
“It took you long enough.”
Dead End chuckled.
Percy smiled, enjoying Dead End’s laugh. It always sounded like Dead End hadn’t meant to laugh and it just burst out of him.
“I was scared,” Dead End murmured softly, circling his thumb into Percy’s hand, “When I said no before. It was going well; I was worried if we took it a step further that I was going to ruin it. Tonight, I thought I did ruin it and missed my chance.”
“You’re ridiculous, but I expected nothing no less.”
“Thanks,” Dead End replied immediately, unimpressed.
“You didn’t by the way. This is all new to me but logically I thought it made sense. I didn’t mind wanting until you were emotionally ready. I’m still realizing logical doesn’t always align with emotional,” Percy sighed heavily.
“You said logically, are you emotionally ready too?”
“I don’t know…I think I am.”
“Good enough for me,” Dead End set down the drink. Perceptor could tell by the clink noise.
He felt Dead End’s hands cup his face and he felt himself being kissed.
Percy kissed him back, relaxing underneath the surprisingly gentle touch of it.
After a couple of minutes, Percy pulled away from Dead End, “How about we move to the bed?”
“Well, good idea.”
“I’ll be right there,” Percy patted Dead End’s cheek, getting up and walking into the next room.
Dead End heard a knock on the door.
The Decepticon furrowed his optic ridges before walking over to open the door. He popped open the door only to see Brainstorm.
Brainstorm seemed confused to see him, but the jet quickly switched to a happy demeanor, “Dead End! What are you doing here?”
“Seeing my boyfriend?” Dead End replied, resting his hand on his hip, and cocking it slightly, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Oh yeah, silly me, can I speak to Percy?”
“He’s busy, you can talk to him tomorrow maybe,” The Decepticon said, wanting alone time with Perceptor after not seeing him all day.
“It won’t be long.”
“Tomorrow. Have a nice night!” Dead End shut the door in the jet’s face.
He turned around and saw that Percy was standing in the door.
“You’re quite blunt there.”
“You’re one to talk,” Dead End shrugged.
Percy snorted, “Well, you are indeed correct. Hurry up, it’s already getting late.”,
Dead End smirked, heading straight to the microscope, snaking his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. He led Percy to the bed.
Percy eased himself into the bed, taking little time to grab Dead End’s arm and pulling him practically on top of him.
Dead End felt his spark jolted in his chest, rolling, and flopping beside Perceptor. He then twisted and wrapped his arm around Perceptor, resting his head in the crook of Percy’s neck.
“Getting comfortable I see,” Percy murmured, resting his hand onto Dead End’s arm.
“This is better than sleeping outside or Lockdown’s couch,” Dead End grumbled. He did often find himself wrapped around the microscope, but he was desperate for comfortable.
“I love you, Dead End.”
Dead End’s optics were closed at this moment, but they became wide at Perceptor’s statement. He then relaxed back into the microscope’s touch, shutting his optics again, “Love you too.”