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Things had been getting better. It had been quite some time since Max had broken down and had an episode of any sort. Their therapy sessions had been going extremely well, Rung quite proud of the progress the other had been making and they'd even gotten to the point where the appointments were a little less frequent, just to give Max a chance for more freedom.

But all good things were bound to come to an end right?

Rung was in his office when he got the comm informing him of a situation involving Fort Max, the other having apparently lost himself to another episode due to someone mentioning Overlord in his presence. The therapist didn't wait for any more details than that, already making his way out of his office and heading down to the lower levels where he'd been informed Max was held up in his room.

At least he hadn't taken anyone with him. At least not that Rung had been made aware of.

When he reached the scene he immediately urged those present to back off and give him a chance to approach the door, the therapist rather commanding when he wanted to be; especially when one of his patients was involved. It probably didn't help that he cared quite a bit of Max, having been working with the other longer than most of his patients and well...it was hard not to find yourself caring after awhile.

Approaching the door, Rung's vents cycled softly and he lifted a hand to knock lighting, leaning in so his helm was almost resting against the door.

"...Max? Can I come in?"

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It was probably the most relaxed he'd felt in a long time; as though all the stress from not even a breem ago had vanished. With his helm held in Rung's careful hands, the outside world was nothing.

"You are," he murmured. "I just...you help me, Rung. I need that."

I need...

His face clouded just a bit. Stupid.

"...Then I will be here. For as long as you need me to be," was the response, the words accompanied by a quiet cycling of his vents as his spark ached and pulsed all at once, a torrent of emotions clouding his senses and systems.

He wanted so much but he knew he couldn't--knew that it wasn't--

"...Max?" he murmured, optics brightening a touch. "Are you alright?"

"May be a while," was the response, accompanied by a barely-there smile. But it was only there for so long, fading as quickly as it came.

"...mostly. 'mfine." Mostly. He cycled his vents in a sigh, brightening his optics a bit.

Rung was close.

"...just...more alright with this now than I prob'ly should be."

The smile, this time, was weak- but then again, so was the attempt to insert a joking tone. Just in case...just in case he couldn't be serious.

That got a bit of a surprised flicker out of the therapist's optics as the weight of the words--the realization that it wasn't truly meant to be humor--hit him.

His spark skipped a pulse, if he was going to be completely honest.

"...I would be lying if I tried to say I wasn't...wasn't alright with it as well. More than I should be, I mean."

The words escaped before Rung could stop them and he found himself looking down, starting to draw his hands away slowly.

"Which is--Primus, you must think I'm terrible--I shouldn't.."

This close, the flicker was impossible to ignore. Maximus' processor quickened despite his comfort, quickly searching for a way to confirm its insincerity. Though- his own optics brightened a hair at Rung's own words.

At least until Rung began to pull away.

His hands shot up of their own accord, making to take Rung's wrists and hold them in place. The great mech's face was a mixture of emotions, but abhorrence wasn't anywhere near.

Still, words wouldn't come. Instead, after a moment of stillness, he moved his helm forwards to try and find Rung's optics.

Rung's vents cycled in surprise as his wrists were caught, the therapist going still, frozen for a moment as he fond himself meeting Max's gaze. He felt stuck--lost in the other's optics as his processor moved a mile a minute to come to a decision on what he should do, how he should proceed with this considering he had just basically admitted to having an attraction to a patient--to Fort Max of all patients--and he wasn't sure--

Screw it.

The smaller mech threw caution to the wind and rested his hands on Max's helm once more, hesitantly drawing the other closer as he leaned up to brush their lips together.

Rung didn't make his decision alone. For Max, the idea that he had formed an attraction to Rung was- well. Unthinkable. Yet here it was, and surely not because Rung had just been nice to him- no. There was something more there, an honest admiration and fondness and, well.

Suffice it to say that Rung found Max moving of his own will without much (if any) encouragement at all, optic offlining and a distinctly 'frag it all' look coming to forefront as he turned the simple brush in to a harsher, wanting kiss.

That was a bit unexpected.

Not unwanted, by any means, but unexpected nonetheless.

It has Rung momentarily thrown off as he's kissed in a very wanting manner, his optics bright in their surprise and confusion before everything catches up with him. The feeling of being wanted like this, of someone wanting to kiss him with so much desire behind it has his optics offlining as he shifts closer, pressing back--returning the kiss with just as much want as Max was putting into it.

Primus help him.

He probably shouldn't be pullling him closer. Using his grip on the thin arms to urge them together, not-quite devouring Rung's mouth but siezed with a sudden want and whim and he was tired of the damn weak feelings and unsurity.

Not that it helped when they returned a moment later, his grip abruptly slackening and chagrin creeping in. He broke the kiss with a gasp, immediately looking away.

"S-sorry, I just- shouldn't have done that, sorry. 'Manidiot."

Frag, frag, frag.

As the kiss broke, Rung found himself caught in a daze. Had that really just happened? Yes, yes it definitely did. His spark was pulsing a mile a minute and his systems surged with want and desire--something he hadn't felt in Primus knew how long.

His optics flickered and he found himself reaching for Max, head already shaking despite the other's words.

"No it--yes you--Max--please look at me."

He let his helm be steered back, though his optics took a few more moments to look up from the floor. This- whiplash, for lack of a better word, his spark shifting from anxious to calm to want and now back to anxious if for an entirely different reason- had led to an imperceptible trembling in his hands, and an uncertain glow to his optics.

"I..."

What could he say? What could he possibly say?

"This isn't- this isn't just because you've helped me, I swear it, this isn't for that I'm thankful for everything but it's-it's..."

More. It was more.

Don't think I'm weak for it, his optics begged. He couldn't take it if he'd put the thought in Rung's processor.

"..It's alright, Max. That idea never crossed my mind."

Maybe it was blind hope or maybe Rung really was just that good at reading others. Whatever the case, he wouldn't have kissed Max if he hadn't been fairly certain it was more than just a pity case.

For both of them really.

He stroked a hand down the other's helm, a gentle touch--a soothing one as well he hoped--a reassuring look in his optics.

And a wanting look.

"You don't.....I want.."

Despite the doubt that wanted to creep in, it was fought against by the fact Rung had never lied to him. Rung had been wrong at times, but never deceived him in any way, and at least a bit of the stress there was let go. Fortress Maximus cycled his vents heavily, though they did stutter as he took a second look at Rung.

Oh.

He...

"You should- stop me," he said anyway, the uncertainty proving the words completely at odds with what he wanted and what bled through to his expression. "If we- keep going, I might-"

As he spoke, his hands had started to trail down. They now came to a hesitant rest by Rung's hips, the briefest squeeze there emphasizing his concern.

Which arguably wasn't one at all, but,...

"...You say that like I don't want you to," the therapist murmured, shuddering a bit under the other's touch as his hand rested once more against Max's cheek, his other falling to the larger mech's shoulder.

Any doubts, any hesitations that had once been holding him back were gone now as he peered up at the other, optics soft but still wanting--a need there that wasn't going to go away any time soon.

Which was why he leaned up to kiss the other again, optics offlining as he gave in to everything he felt.

Well then.

The new position made it a little difficult to meet that kiss, but Max's hands tightened of their own accord to shift Rung closer. On to his lap, but Max wasn't surprised at that so much as how /natural/ it felt, maneuvering the smaller 'bot like that.

And at the rather enthusiastic response from Rung.

He met it without hesitation, letting Rung take the lead but more than willing to continue it. His own optics flickered and dimmed, not quite off, but certainly not caring at the moment what he saw so much as what he was /feeling/.

Warm.

Rung didn't hesitate to go where he was shifted to, settling on the other's lap and taking advantage of the new position. He was still a bit cautious--nervous even--as he tilted his head in an attempt to deepen the kiss, not use to being in the lead but well...

It was kind of nice, in a way. Especially considering the size difference.

His entire frame shuddered as he broke away briefly, his head spinning some as he peered at Max, touching his face again before he pushed himself up so he was practically on his knees, pressing soft kisses along his jaw back to his lips.

A bit of adjustment and Rung was settled on his thighs as much as his lap itself, and he was using the tweaked position to help Rung up. Anything to have him continue. He let out a quiet, low noise of approval, a hand drifting from Rung's hip to his front and splaying the finger.

Not a gesture to stop. Definitely not a gesture to stop. The kiss broke and he pushed his helm back to renew it only to be treated to an adjustment of /that/. But by the way his optics flickered and his vents stuttered, it was far from unwelcome, and he stroked a digit down the center of Rung's chest with another - somewhat more repressed due to how he could /tell/ it was going to be higher-pitched - sound.

That touch down the center of his chest had the therapist faltering in the kisses he was showering the other with, optics flickering then dimming as a soft, static-y sound escaped him.

Oh did that feel wonderful.

One of his hands moved once he finally got himself functioning again and he tugged Max in for a real kiss again, forgoing anymore light and gentle touches in favor of a more needy passion. Skilled fingers began to find their way into breaks in Max's armor as his free hand smoothed down the other's chest in return, finding and stroking wiring and more sensitive areas as he let go of all thoughts holding him back.

...right. Focus there.

Max repeated the motion with his finger, trying to narrow down by feel alone since his optics were rather distracted. His whole face was distracted, really, especially with Rung pushing forwards. The slender digits were small enough to worm past armor, pulling more muffled noises from Max as his plating trembled imperceptibly.

It felt good.

"Want you," he managed to groan in to the kiss, pushing forwards a bit- using a hand to brace himself on the floor as he hunched over Rung, returning that need with his own considerable wand.

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FOR MY LOVELY ARTONI

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I'LL TAKE 'THINGS WE WOULD NEVER SANCTION IN REAL LIFE BUT THINK IS HOT IN FICTION' FOR 500, ALEX

I'M GLAD WE FEEL THE SAME ABOUT THIS xD

EXCELLENT

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