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Sunstreaker sat on the couch, a glass of Sparkling Chantreal in one servo, crispy roll in the other. Music filled their habsuite A barely there smile tugged the corner of his lipplates.
“A man in my shoes runs a light
And all the papers lied tonight
But falling over you
Is the news of the day
Angels fall like rain
And love, love, love
Is all of heaven away (Love, love, love, love, love)” Sideswipe sang, as he nuzzled his helm to Prowl’s.
The golden twin’s spark swelled with love and adoration. Sideswipe, the other half of his very spark, held Prowl. The red twin and Prowl slowly danced. Sideswipe serenaded the Praxian.
Prowl the third Sunstreaker and Sideswipe never knew they needed, but now could not imagine a nanoklik without.
“Inside you the time moves and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade
Inside you the time moves and she don't fade.” The soft, gentle look in Sideswipe’s optics, his smile, as he gazed at Prowl warmed Sunstreaker’s spark. Until Prowl, only Sunstreaker had been gifted with this Sideswipe, the gentle loving mech.
“A race is on, I'm on your side
And here in you, my engines die
I'm in a mood for you
Or running away
Stars come down in you
And love, love, love
You can't give it away (Love, love, love, love, love)” Sunstreaker took image captures. He had to paint them. Prowl’s sweet smile. The happy lilt in his optics, free from the stress and burden of war and his rank.
“Inside you the time moves and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade
Inside you the time moves and she don't fade” Sideswipe twirled and dipped Prowl.
“Don't you go, it makes no sense
When all your talk and supermen
Just take away the time
And get in the way
Ain't it just like rain?
And love, love, love
Is only heaven away (Love, love, love, love, love)” The dancers looked at Sunstreaker. His invent caught. They reached their clasped servos to him. In a fluid motion, Sunstreaker put the glass and roll on the table, rose and joined them. One servo wrapped around Prowl’s and clasped his brother’s. The other clutched Prowl’s waist. Sunstreaker pressed against the Praxian’s backplates, framed by the elegant doorwings. He pressed his helm to the back of Prowl’s.
“Inside you the time moves and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade
Inside you the time moves and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade
Inside you the time moves and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade
Inside you the time moves” Sideswipe sang, Sunstreaker hummed, Prowl purred.