Another Fine Mess

Okay here's the next bit, I hope you enjoy, coz I'm having fun with it.

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"White! I'm white," shouted Cliffjumper when he saw his reflection.

""You won't stand out like you do in your natural color."

"But you get to be all blue."

"We could say it was a white wedding.

Cliffjumper gave him a death glare.

Mirage smiled, he was rather enjoying this so he wondered if Cliff realised what he was insinuating.

Finally all the arrangements were done and he and Cliff carefully left for the resort in plain sight. Cliff was stunned when Mirage gave him a peck on the cheek and called him 'Hun.' The taller mech told him just to follow his lead.

It was a quiet trip.

As they were approaching the resort it finally hit Cliffjumper, "If I've got my earth terminology right, you've cast me as the bride in all this, haven't you?"

Mirage grinned but did not answer until they got out of their travel vehicle, "I think you make a cute bride."

The death glare returned and it looked like Cliff was just about to go off on a tirade with much profanity as the door was opened by a valet.

"Ah Reflector?" he said to Mirage who nodded, "We are pleased to greet you and your new mate; we hope you will enjoy your stay at the Starshine Resort."

"Oh thank you, I'm sure we will can you show us to our room?" Mirage winked.

Winked! "Starscream Resort more like," muttered Cliffjumper.

"Certainly sir. Do you say something, Stoneskater? Do you need something?"

Stoneskater! "Um, no, thank you."

"Come my own," Mirage put his hand out for Cliff to take and with a muttered obscenity he barely allowed himself to be taken in hand by his 'husband'.

When they reached their private cabin, the valet opened up while Mirage quickly swept Cliff into his arms.

"What the pit!" squawked Cliffjumper.

"Hush love, it's the custom to carry the 'bride' over the threshold."

"But..."

Mirage silenced him with a full mouth kiss and crossed over into the cabin, striding straight to the berth where he allowed them both to fall on to. The valet closed the door behind him.
'Why did this business have to adopt so many earth customs,' though Cliff as he landed on the berth with Mirage over him. "Why you!" Cliff tried to push Mirage off of him.

"Hey! I had to make it realistic, didn't I? We will be here for a while."

"I'm not sharing a berth with you!"

"Fine, there's a couch over there, make yourself at home."

"But why can't I have the berth?"

"I wouldn't fit on the couch."

"I will barely fit."

"I rest my case."

Cliffjumper crossed his arms in frustration, "So now what?"

"We make ourselves comfortable for the rest of the day and night. We might make an appearance tomorrow, but I think staying in here as long as possible would be for the best."

"You are kidding me?"

"No, most newly bonded have only one thing in mind at a place like this. Remember it's a honeymoon resort."

Cliff's eyes widened, "You want every mech here to think we're having... relations in here!"

"That is what I just said. You know your faceplate turns bright pink when you blush, it's kind of cute."

"Don't you dare call me cute! You are enjoying yourself way too much."

Mirage grinned, "Yes I am."

"Bastard."

"Oh, earth swear words now."

"Shut up. Is there a TV here, I may as well amuse myself that way."

"I believe there is a button for a down screen beside the couch. And not too loud that's not what we're supposed to be doing in here."

"Slag off."

He found the mech wrestling show amongst all the romance channels and settled down to watch that. Mirage eventually sat beside him and handed him a cube of high grade compliments of the resort and a tray of goodies to accompany it.

They didn't speak just watched the show, nibbled and drank.

In the evening Mirage retired to the washracks to take a shower, before moving to the huge berth to lay down.

Cliff switched off the TV and tried to make himself comfortable on the couch.

He gave up after an hour.

"We've all had to sleep together in worse conditions that this in our pasts. There's plenty of room and I won't touch you."

Cliff huffed but got up and lay down on the other side of the berth.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"If you have to."

"I don't have to, I'm just curious it's a part of my nature believe it or not."

"Fine."

"Have you...been with another mech before?"

"Of course I have!"

Sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you were a virgin or anything--"

"I'm NOT a virgin."

"Oh my, touchy subject. It's just I've never heard of you being with anyone."

"I could say the same of you."

"Oh no, in my line of work I sometimes have to use any means I have to get information."
Cliff remained silent, then, "You prostitute yourself for your job?"

"Only if I really need to and it's not as often as your tone implies. And don't evade my question, I am a spy remember."

"I...Not for a long time."

It sounded sad the way he said it.

"Let's recharge we can have some fun tomorrow, but don't get too worked up if I kiss you again."

"Worked up!"

"Hush Cliffjumper, treat this as a vacation."

"Fine." Cliff settled as they lay back on the berth.