Just want to say this:
It may seem like something very intimate may happen between Sundown and Wheeljack, but don't worry, I'm not writing smut.

Yet.

Exposure

"Wheeljack!" I shout, as he stares at me, before his optics begin to wander downwards.

"Get out!"

He doesn't move, and I don't attempt to get any closer to him, the good news is I still have my dignity as I'm not completely armour less, it's like I'm in my - what do humans call it? Oh yes, undergarments.

As the shock continued to mess with his processor, I think with my own. "I'll leave." He turns to leave but I grab his wrist joint, shock written all over his faceplate.

"This is a strange request, but I'm sure you'd understand . . . Could you check for that tracking device?" I ask shyly, a blue tint appearing on his faceplate as I sure mine is too.

"Umm -"

"You don't have to of course." I speak quickly "it's just that I can't reach my backstruts and I need someone else to check for the device."

"Why not ask Arcee?"

"Because you're here now."

He shrugs, "why not."

I bite the inside of my oral cavity, "can we keep this, between us?"

He nods as I force myself to stay clam, turning my back to him. "So, what does it look like?"

"How am I supposed to know all I know is that it's a tracking device and is hidden somewhere on -" I gasp as he touches my shoulder blade, a bit too close to my wing for comfort but it sent a strange feeling through my body.

"Ratchet said its small so you'll probably feel it rather then see it."

"On it." He mummers, running his servo across my shoulders, it was a strange feeling, but it felt so . . . Good? Was that the adjective I'm looking for?

His second hand joined his first, and ran it downwards, stopping at my lower back and running it back upwards, to which I repressed making any noise.

What is he doing to me?

An obvious question, of course I knew what was happening, and I wasn't sure if Wheeljack was doing it on purpose, or not.

One of his servos touched the base of my wing, to which I flinch at "d-don't touch my wing." I stutter, fear beginning to run through me.

"Okay." He muttered before I felt his lips touch my neck, I gasped.

He knows what he is doing.

My spark, now burning in a painful way and every touch sent tingles down my spinal-cord.

I've done this before, but never has any of my past mechs made me feel like this, and this responsive.

"Wheeljack." I moan, struggling to retain myself, we hadn't even begun doing anything intimately, yet I was already losing control.

I don't want this yet.

He wraps his arms around me from behind, as I tilt my helm to the side, giving him more access. "Primus you are responsive."

My controlling was fading, before I knew what happened I pulled myself out of his grip, standing behind him as I push him into the wall, crashing my lips against his, pinning his arms down with my own.

I don't want this.

I feel his shock as I force his jaw open, entwining my glossia with his. I need to stop!

I let one of his arms go, using my free hand to run down near his chest, feeling it beating erratically.

Stop

I let his other arm go as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself upwards so I'm up to his height.

Sundown! Control!

My spark pulsed for him, burned for him, it was made for him, this is what my brothers told me about, sparkmates.

I wrap my legs around his waist as Wheeljack rests his servos on my thighs, barely any amour covering me. I broke the heated kiss, resting my forehelm against his, both of our intakes now rapid.

I look into his optics, switching from right to left, looking for his emotions, lust, need, longing and an emotion I haven't seen in a very long time, love.

This time he meets our lips, kissing me slower and less heated, but instead, filled with passion.

I moan again, my optics shutting close as I cherish this moment, I haven't felt like this in forever.

One of his arms slip to my back, making small patterns as I push myself more against him, hearing him moan, I smirk against his lips.

His hand on my backstruts slips to my single wing, touching the base before moving upwards, I freeze, fear pulsing through me.

Wheeljack doesn't seem to notice.

"Flightless! See where that gets you!"

"Tear off her wing! Make her suffer!"

I pull away, fear controlling me as I draw my arm-blades, pressing them against his neck as I drop my legs, pushing off the floor and sending him crashing down, with me above him, an arm-blade against his throat cabling, the other dangerously close to his spark.

Stop!

My optics widen as I crawl backwards, shaking and hitting the wall, my arm-blades retract as Wheeljack looks at me in shock.

"Sun -"

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get out!" I scream at him, glaring as he has a moment of vulnerability, before his optics harden and he shakes his helm, leaving the room, the door closing automatically behind him.

I pull my knees to my chest, resting my helm atop of them as I whimper into the empty room.

"Why do they still haunt me?" I ask no one as I stare at the wall.

"Answer me."

No answer.

"Answer me!"

Silence.

My jaw trembles before I lean back, resting my helm against the wall and staring at roof, a small red light catching my attention.

I frown, turning my helm and see it coming from part of my amour that went on my arms. Walking over I pick up the metal and look to the inside of it, inside laid a small grey device, giving off the slightest flash.

"Son of a glitch." I mummer, picking it off, dropping it to the floor and standing on it, the satisfying crunch.

I close my optics briefly, before I begin picking up my armour and putting it back on, I'm not having another mech come in.

~

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe looked to the empty doorway of where Sundown ran to, the youngling now running around the gladiator areas.

The other mechs and femmes knew Sundown was the adopted sister of Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, most respected them and in turn, their decisions, they either kept out of Sundown's way or attempted to make friends with her, but then there's the others, the ones that despise the twin brothers, already they've had threats towards Sundown, and not just killing her, other, terrible things that should never happen to anyone, not a full grown mech and femme, nor a youngling.

But there's was always that risk, it was later p, not many mechs and femmes were awake at this time, therefore Sundown could be in danger, so the terror twins follow after their little sister.

Sundown ran, ran as fast as she could, before finding an exit, going through it she enters a alleyway, where she slows and wipes away the tears, walking to the end where a vacant street of Kaon lays.

She peers around the corner, before deciding it's safe and walking out into the open.

She knew she shouldn't be out here, as young as she is, without protection against the dangers on the streets of Kaon, she's vulnerable.

She walks forward, into the middle of the street, looking around in curiosity, she'd never been here before.

Burned buildings lay in ruins around her, ashes and burnt metal is all that left. She walks towards one of the buildings, looking up as it towered way above her.

It was burnt like the others, yet hadn't collapsed yet, unstable and dangerous.

Sundown, as inexperienced as she is, walks forward, into the building, soot covering her pedes and legs, forgetting about the argument with her brothers.

She looks around, seeing stairs as she runs over, stopping and taking a step on the first one, deciding it's safe she runs up the others, to the second floor.

The next floor had a big yellow sign, walking up to it she places a digit on the words, running it along as she speaks out loud.
"Danger; unstable building. Do not cross line, enforcers orders."

She looked to the floor, it was marked with a white painted line.

She smiles, stepping over the line, "enforcers can't tell me what to do!"

Her voice echoes throughout the building, as she feels it shake underneath her pedes, she falls onto her knee joints, looking up as rocks, the size of her brothers came tumbling down.

A cracking noise echoes and she looks down, a giant crack forming underneath her.

Instinct takes over as she pushes herself off the floor, running forward as the floor collapses behind her, reaching the stairs she runs down them and to the door, making it out as the building collapses behind her, kicking up soot and covering her in it.

She coughs, standing up and looking at her - now black - frame.

"Someone's in that building, it couldn't have collapsed on its own."

Sundown's widen optics scan around her, seeing three pairs of glowing optics in the darkness, she sprints to a nearby pile of smelted metal, hiding behind it and hoping the thugs past.

"See, it collapsed, what did I tell ya?"

"Oi, mech look, someone left us some prints to follow."

"Let's go find our culprit then."

Sundown trembled in fear, using her servo to cover her mouth, she's heard about thugs before and has had a previous experience, she had wandered too far from Sideswipe one day, and was almost abducted, until Sideswipe heard her scream, saving her and almost killing the mech.

But neither of her brothers knew where she was.

Sundown feels the ground disappear beneath her as the back of her neck is grabbed, pulled up as she squeaks in surprise, looking at the three mechs in fear.

High grade energon basically rolled off them in waves, they were drunk.

"Looky here, we've got ourselves a lost young femme." The other two mechs laugh at the firsts comment, the one that had red optics that seem to pierce into her spark.

"Well, do you want to go home, little one?" Sundown nodded, optics still wide with fear.

"Well too bad, you're ours now." The red optical mech grabbed at Sundown's armour, almost pulling it off before Sundown bites his servo, as hard as she can.

He screamed, throwing Sundown into the nearby wall, her body hitting it with a thud then another thud as she hit the floor.

"The fraggin' glitch bit me!"

The second mech, orange optics laughed, "that's what you get when you underestimate a femme." He walks towards Sundown, "I'll show you how it's done."

Before he could get within five metres of Sundown, something hits him hard from the side, sending him flying into a wall, going through it and several more before his body goes limp.

The other two look at the dark figured stranger, who stood just shorter then them. The third mech, charged forward, going to punch the stranger as he dodges, upper cutting him then hitting him in the abdomen, as he flies through the air and hits his fellow thug.

The figure turns to Sundown, extending a servo as she looks at him warily, deciding on her gut feeling she takes the servo.

The both begin to run, the mechs coming conscious to what had happened.

Once they got far away from the thugs, the figure turned to Sundown, "where you live?"

Sundown looked up to him, ignoring the question, he wasn't that much taller then her, but had wide shoulders, and in the dark of the night, she couldn't make out his faceplate nor colour. His voice also didn't sound that old, at most, he'd be fifteen vorns. "I'm Sundown, thank you for saving me."

The mech smiles, "well I'm Darkstinger and your welcome."