Drinking Energon Breakdown

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"You shouldn't do this," Breakdown whispered. "You're barely-"

Motormaster covered his mouth with his own again, the ragged fuel line pushing through his mouth and into the Lamborghini's. He sawed it against Breakdown's mandenta until it ruptured again and precious fuel poured out.

Breakdown couldn't help gulping it down - he was so hungry! He pressed closer to the grey semi-truck, trying to drink down everything he would give. For one blessed moment, it didn't matter that Motormaster barely drank any of the energon they scavenged or that when he did, he'd take one of them aside and feed it to them. No, now there was just heat and electricity flashing through him, and he was almost his old self again, zooming down the roads-

Then the flow of fuel ceased and Motormaster pulled back. Breakdown quivered in his arms, optics at full-bright. "You shouldn't-"

"Shut up."

Breakdown ducked his head. He could hear Motormaster panting, too fuel-starved to cool himself with his radiator. Carefully, the Lamborghini extricated himself from his brother's grip. "Yes, Motormaster. I'll-" I'll find some fuel, I'll get us some repairs, I'll make everything better- "I'll go scavenge."

"Yeah."

"Motormaster- The Autobots-"

"No."

Breakdown nodded and walked away, feet scuffing against the rocky ground.

End

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