fandomweekly | [#145] Like Sand In The Desert (Transformers G1)

Theme Prompt: #145 - Temptation
Title: Like Sand In The Desert
Fandom: Transformers G1
Rating/Warnings: PG | None |
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 980
Summary: Octane and Sandstorm meet again.

AN: Here we have Sandstorm (orange fits his name so well) and Octane (If you know my navigation page you know him).

It was a miracle that they’ve met again after hundreds of stellar-cycles. Baffled they looked at each other, thinking for themselves, that it couldn’t be the other one who they were looking at.
“Sandstorm?” Octane asked with an uncertain tone. “Is that really you?”
The other laughed heartily. “Is there something wrong with your optics, Octane?” Sandstorm slapped him on the shoulder and smiled at him. “Good to see you old friend.”

‘No, I can’t do that. Not in broad daylight.’ Octane thought, while he returned the smile, or rather attempted to return a full fledged smile. Part of him feared that it would be too bright for a friend being happy about being re-united with a friend he hadn’t seen in ages.

“Where have you been? I have often thought of you.” Sandstorm stated, before he hastily tried to add an explanation along the line, that they had been friends and that they had parted under unpleasant circumstances, at least for Octane.

At the moment Octane hadn’t interpreted Sandstorm’s statement in any different way. It was when they sat in the nearby bar, waiting for their refreshments and having an awkward and rather clumsy attempt of a conversation, when Octane thought back to what Sandstorm had told him.

Could it be, that he was hiding the same feelings since hundreds of stellar-cycles? It was ridiculous and it was also possible.

After a short time they both relaxed and the awkwardness vanished. It was a bit like getting to know each other again. They learned that they were both living in the same area of the city, but since they seldom spent much time in the city their paths had never crossed before. They parted with the promise to meet again.

A couple of solar-cycles later a message from Sandstorm popped up on Octane’s data-pad. Octane smiled at the screen of the data-pad as he read and answered the message. Would he be able to show a bit more affection towards Sandstorm this time? It wouldn’t be anything inappropriate, even part of him never stopped seeing Sandstorm with different optics.

Octane was relieved that he had suggested that they should meet at his place. Here it was only the two of them and if he would mess up the situation, then no one else would witness it.
He opened the door with a sincere smile and made an inviting gesture with his hand, to imply that Sandstorm should come in.
As soon as the door was closed behind them Octane remarked. “I’ve missed you.” A few astro-seconds later he cautiously embraced Sandstorm. “You’re the only one I ever considered ‘friend’.”

It was not an easy task to break the embrace but he had too, otherwise he would give Sandstorm the impression that he was either being overly clingy or up to something. It wasn’t wrong but it was also not right, part of Octane had always fancied Sandstorm but he had never dared to allow himself to develop any deeper feelings for him, but now with an existence in peace times and Sandstorm being a part of his life once more it could be possible.

Octane tried to push away these thoughts. It was absurd. Sandstorm would probably never return his feelings.

Sandstorm hadn’t expected such an endearing gesture, therefore he didn’t immediately returned the embrace. This was more than alright and he wished that they wouldn’t have to part anytime soon. All the stellar-cycles he had imaged, that if they would meet again, he would be the one who would hug him while he was announcing that he was happy to see him back. But reality had been different. Part of him was trying to tell himself, that it was strange that after such a long time he was still longing for him with the same intensity as on the day when they’ve seen each other for the last time.

The more time they spent with each other, the more each of them gazed at the other, when they were unaware of it. Both spent Mega-cycles thinking about the other one. Both nursed their feelings for each other and there were moments when it was a challenge to pretend to be a friend.

While they both tried to convince themselves that the other one was unaware of all the looks and carefully placed ‘unintentionally’ touches, they were aware of it but neither of them knew how to openly talk about it.

It was somewhere in the first mega-cycles of the new solar-cycle. The sun was about to rise. Octane and Sandstorm sat on the roof of an old building, which had survived the war.
Octane gazed over to Sandstorm whose optics were fixed on the sun. The golden glow of the sunlight caused the illusion of the city being covered with molten gold.

Sandstorm was like the sun, that was something Octane knew for sure. Just like the sun he was brighten his day, his color was connected to the sun as well. When he embraced him, it was Octane who felt like the sand in a desert since he could feel his inside heating up, when he was too long too close to his own sun. Yet he wanted more, much more.

“What a beautiful morning.” Sandstorm remarked and turned his head towards Octane, only to meet his optics. “The saying is to life every solar-cycle like it is your last, right?”
Perplexed from the sudden change of topic Sandstorm just kept optic-contact with Octane, who reached out with one hand and gently laid it on Sandstorm’s cheek, while he slowly bend forward. The space between their faces decreased and with a pang it dawned on Sandstorm what Octane was up to.

The contact of their lips was brief but it was the conviction they’ve needed. Sandstorm smiled as he reached out to lay his hand on Octane’s.