wishseeker | Beauty: Chapter Four (Reply)

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Summery: Wheeljack hated his scars...
Rating; T (only because it is technically a slash pairing)
Warnings; kissing between male pronounced robots

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Trapped within the cave by fate, the warrior fought to free the mech in both mind and body from the curse's spell...

Ironhide growled, “Jazz this isn’t funny!” He pounded on the door to the spare room and growled. He couldn’t believe Jazz had done this to him. He’d grabbed him after his shift and before he relized what was happening he’d been shoved into this room. “Jazz!”
Jazz just chuckled, “You need this. Don’t mess up this time.”

Ironhide growled and turned freezing when he saw Wheeljack strapped to a chair gazing at the floor despairingly. “Wheeljack!”

Great, it was bad enough Jazz had surprised him in his lab and strapped him down to a chair, now Ironhide was here. Ironhide, who had seen his face. Ironhide who he loved and thought loved him back.

He moved quickly kneeling before Wheeljack he looked for a way to unstrap him cursing Jazz six ways till Sunday and interspacing those curses with apologies and promises. “I am so sorry Jack. It was late and I didn’t even know it was you until after you ran.” He looked up to meet Wheeljack’s optics, ”Can you ever forgive me?”

He felt his spark soar when his optics met Ironhides, maybe they had a chance? He couldn't stand to get hurt again so he was hesitant in his reply. “You hurt me. You promised it would be ok and then you ran.”

Ironhide looked down and shook his head, “I shouldn’t have, I wasn’t expecting you and I was surprised. Please Jack, give me another chance.”

He hesitated, he hesitated for a long time. Soon he was free from the chair and he allowed Ironhide to pull him to his peds.

Ironhide hesitated a moment longer than necessary holding Wheeljack's servo after pulling him up. His spark ached as he gazed at Wheeljack's servo in his own. So that was his answer, no second chance for him. He had given up hope and was about to turn away when he heard a soft click. He looked up and saw Wheeljack’s face, his real face.

It was bad.

There was no other word for it but despite that he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on what remained of Wheeljack’s lips, softly, delicately as if afraid Wheeljack would vanish. He raised a shaky servo and traced across the scars reverently. “It is bad.” He met Wheeljack’s optics, “but it isn’t going to make me run away. I don’t want to leave you Wheeljack, never again.”

Wheeljack cried and wrapped his arms around Ironhide’s neck, it felt so good to hear. “I don’t want you to leave either.” He burried his face in Ironhide's neck, Ironhide didn't care. They could start over.
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It took a while, there was still a lot of distrust between them but they were working it out. Ironhide smiled as he helped Wheeljack move into his quarters. Stacking the boxes on the table he leaned back simply enjoying the fact the smaller mech would never again be far from him. That they had each other and it was more than enough.

Wheeljack looked around at the boxes trying to decide where to put his things. He smiled over at Ironhide shaking his head at the layabout. He picked up a box and made his way towards the shelves but then paused. There wasn’t a mirror. “Ironhide why, I thought all the quarters had a mirror?” There had to be one, the bane of his existance, the one thing that screamed the truth louder than anything else.

Ironhide shrugged and pointed to a curtain in the corner moving over to Wheeljack and taking the box from him putting it aside. “I don’t need a mirror to know I look amazing and neither do you. So it is still here, but why should I need it uncovered when the only reflection of myself I need to see is my reflection in your optics? ” He pressed a kiss to Wheeljack's mask and held his servos in his own gently.

Wheeljack’s head fins flashed happily and he hugged Ironhide before turning them and pressing him back into the berth. “I love you.”

Ironhide chuckled yielding willingly, “I love you too.”

And they lived, if not always happily ever after then beautifully ever after, in each other's optics...