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dracoqueen22Title: Finding Home
Characters: Drift, Perceptor, Original Character(s)
Universe: Flights of Fancy, Harpyformers
Rating: M
Enticements: Sexual Content, First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Love at First Sight
Description: Perceptor’s spent so long among the humans, he’s almost forgotten how much he misses other harpies, until Drift wanders into Kaon, a pretty package of everything Perceptor never knew he wanted.
Chapter Eight
“So, what completely invasive line of questioning do you think Ms. Jessica will have for us today?” Drift asked.
Perceptor laughed. “That’s a good question. I’m sure she’s running out of topics by now.”
Drift grinned and tucked his hands behind his back. It was a running point of amusement between the two of them, Ms. Jessica’s endless curiosity. Though she rarely summoned them to her office for curiosity’s sake. She usually saved her questions for their biweekly meetings. This must be something of great importance to her.
“What haven’t we covered at this point?” Drift asked.
“A few things I’ve already informed her I won’t be discussing,” Perceptor replied, and shook his head, his feathers slicking down. “Such as our methods of sexual reproduction. I know she’s only interested in a scientific manner, but I still find myself flustered whenever she asks.”
Drift shifted closer to his lover, rubbing his cheek on Perceptor’s shoulder. “Aw, you’re shy, buttercup.”
“You couldn’t answer them either,” Perceptor retorted.
“Yes, well, I’m not the local scientific expert either.” Drift slid a hand down, clasping it around Perceptor’s to offer a squeeze. “I’m just the arm candy.”
Perceptor snorted a laugh, cutting his eyes at Drift. “Where did you hear that term?”
“Artemis. She has such a colorful vocabulary.”
“Of course she does.”
A pity this would be Artemis’ last year at the university. She would be graduating next fall, with honors no less.
The main building came into view. It was a massive construction of stone, ivy crawling up the sides, and three columns rising from a short run of stairs. It was one of the first buildings built, Drift had been told. It used to be the mansion of some looney aristocrat before he donated the building and the land for a burgeoning dream.
The university had risen thanks to the man’s generosity, and it held true to the tenets he demanded they follow – conservation, preservation, and acceptance. No wonder Drift had always felt welcome here.
The main building had been modernized since the aristocrat’s death. The front doors swung open when it sensed their presence, they didn’t have to do a thing. Drift still marveled at the technologies humans could devise. They were so clever! Working always to change the world to suit their purposes.
Though that cleverness could at times come at great cost. Drift had seen the razed forests, the pollution-clogged rivers, the mountains hewn into blocks. Humans could be terrible, too. He and Perceptor were both lucky that those in Kaon weren’t like the others.
It was cool and quiet inside, the air conditioning blasting over them and giving Drift the chills. His feathers drew tight to his body.
“You know,” Drift murmured, his voice echoing if he spoke too loud. “I love it here.”
Perceptor’s fingers squeezed his. “Do you now?”
“I do. I mean, it’s probably not where I thought I would end up, but I’m glad it did. I didn’t know I could be happy like this. Didn’t think it was possible.” Drift chewed on his bottom lip.
They forewent the elevators – Drift wasn’t fond of those – and took the narrow, spiraling staircase up to the second floor. Here, the floors were wood, and their talons clicked noisily as they took the west hallway to a string of offices, one of which belonged to Ms. Jessica.
“Life often offers the strangest turns. I never expected to find my future here either, and yet, here I am.” Perceptor smiled and let go of Drift’s hand, only so he could slide his arm over Drift’s shoulder. “With you no less.”
Drift’s core fluttered.
They arrived at Ms. Jessica’s office, and the secretary at the front waved them in without getting up from her desk. She looked harried, a pencil clenched between her teeth as she typed furiously on her computer. A leaning tower of folders perched at the edge of her desk.
Drift casually gave them a nudge toward safety as he passed. Seemed like students weren’t the only ones who stressed at the end of a semester.
Perceptor opened the door, announcing their arrival with a rap of his knuckles, and Drift slipped in behind him, letting the door click quietly shut.
“Good afternoon Perceptor, Drift,” Ms. Jessica greeted them from behind stacks of paperwork, her hair in a frazzled bun exploding with curls, her glasses slipping dangerously low on her nose. “Sorry to summon you like this, but as you can see, I’m a bit buried here.”
“Graduation season is always a busy time. I remember,” Perceptor replied. He took the empty chair.
Drift looked around, but the other chair was piled high with manila folders, so he leaned a hip against the arm of Perceptor’s chair instead.
“Even busier this year.” Ms. Jessica put down her pen and pushed her glasses up with the tip of her finger. “This is the first graduating class we’ll have in Avian Studies, and though there are only three of them, they’re the first to gain a degree on Cybertron.”
Perceptor arched his brows. “Impressive.”
“Yes, but it means lots of paperwork on my end.” Ms. Jessica gave them a half-smile and started searching through her desk, lifting up papers to look beneath them. “I have something for you here. It arrived by post this morning.”
“Mail? For me?” Perceptor blinked. “Another interview perhaps?”
Perceptor’s arm came around Drift’s waist, tugging him close, and Drift’s core gave a flutter of fondness, as it always did when Perceptor so casually offered him affection publicly.
Ms. Jessica chuckled. “Of course not. You’re my prize subject! You think I’d let anyone else get a crack at all that tasty information you have for me?” She winked and pulled out a drawer. “Ah. Here it is.” She withdrew a rolled parchment, tied with a ribbon, and brandished it. “Don’t think this came from any human if you ask me.”
Drift had to agree with her.
“No, it did not,” Perceptor said, and his tone was quiet, his eyes narrowing as he eyed the scroll. There were some symbols on the ribbon – a language Drift did not recognize. Was it something familiar to Perceptor from Tyger Pax?
Perceptor made no move to accept the scroll. His free hand curled into a fist in his lap. For the first time, Drift saw Perceptor hesitant, wary. Afraid even. Leaving Tyger Pax behind had been difficult for him. He knew what it meant he would abandon, but perhaps he hadn’t had confirmation of it yet.
Drift accepted it from Ms. Jessica in Perceptor’s stead. The paper felt heavier than it should in his hands. It was thick vellum, a paper suited for clumsier harpy talons, rather than the soft, agile fingers of a human.
Perceptor’s throat bobbed. “Open it for me, would you, sunshine?” he asked, his voice making an attempt to be steady, but Drift didn’t miss the quiver of Perceptor’s fingers against his side.
“Sure thing.” Drift plucked the ribbon away, draping it carefully over his thigh.
There was a tag attached to the ribbon. Someone had painstakingly – in the human language no less – printed Perceptor’s name and an approximation of an address here at Kaon University. Someone who knew Perceptor was here, but not where exactly on campus he was.
Drift carefully unrolled the scroll and glanced at the tiny, neat script that flowed across the page. It was not in a Harpy dialect he recognized, though some words were simple enough he could figure them out. ‘Friend’ being chief among them.
“Sorry, love, I can’t read this.” Drift let the scroll roll itself up. He offered it to Perceptor. “But I think it’s from a friend.”
Perceptor reached up as if to take it, hesitating, before he inhaled and accepted it.
“Don’t mind me.” Ms. Jessica waved them off and picked up a pen, pointedly bending over her paperwork. “I’m not paying any attention at all.”
Perceptor chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “It’s quite all right. I’m sure it’s nothing dire.” His expression belied his words, however.
Drift leaned in closer to his partner while Perceptor released Drift so he could hold the paper with both hands. Drift didn’t comment on the tremor in Perceptor’s fingers. Instead, he pressed his cheek to Perceptor’s head, offering comfort where he could.
Perceptor read silently. The only noise was that of Dr. Jessica’s pen scratching across the paper, and the flutter as she moved from one document to the next. There was a tapping noise, which Drift belatedly recognized as that of Ms. Jessica’s foot rapping the floor.
“It’s from Shockwave,” Perceptor said after a moment, his tone both confused and impressed. “He’s the head of the bioengineering studies. But why would he…” Perceptor trailed off, lips pressing together as he continued reading.
Drift had heard Perceptor mention Shockwave before. More colleague than friend, Drift recalled. Perceptor had been familiar with many of the high-standing scientists in his aerie. Truth be told, if he hadn’t left, Perceptor probably would have inherited Chief Physicist from Quark, after the smol retired.
“He wants to come here,” Perceptor said, sounding baffled. “He’s asking permission. He wants to continue his research in Kaon. He wants access to human technology and the council is refusing him. The only way to move forward is to come here. I feel there is something else as well, something between the lines, but he’s being vague, as if his communications are being monitored.”
“You don’t think it’s a trap?” Drift asked.
Perceptor gently rolled the paper, setting it in his lap. “To what end? Tyger Pax does not waste the effort of hunting down and arresting those who leave. I’m beyond their laws once I leave the border. The only true threat is if I return.” He shook his head. “No. I believe his request is sincere, however odd it might be.”
“You’ve started a revolution,” Drift said, nuzzling him. He was glad it wasn’t bad news.
“Apparently so,” Perceptor mused as he patted Drift’s thigh.
“Kaon is prepared to accept any harpy seeking refuge here,” Ms. Jessica said without looking up from her paperwork. It was more of an offhand comment, like she didn’t want them to accuse her of intentionally eavesdropping.
Drift’s lips twitched into a smile. “Are you going to reply?”
Perceptor’s free hand patted the scroll. “I do believe I might. While I was not close to Shockwave, I remember him to be intelligent, dedicated, and focused. I believe his request is sincere.” He leaned in against Drift. “What do you think?”
Drift slid down into Perceptor’s lap and pretended he didn’t hear Dr. Jessica’s little squeak of glee, or the crumple of the paper beneath his rump. “I think that Shockwave would make three, and we would be one step closer to building a home,” he murmured into Perceptor’s ear.
Perceptor’s arm slid around him, holding him close. “Our aerie in the great tree.”
“Exactly,” Drift said.
He grinned and caught Perceptor’s ear with his lips, glad that his feathers hid the view, though he had no doubt Ms. Jessica watched them like a hawk. It was the most demonstrative they’d been in front of her, save that one shared kiss at the dance.
“I’ll bet anything word’s gonna get out, and then there will be more. Four and then five and then six and then--”
“Seven and then eight,” Perceptor continued, his other arm circling Drift, his head turning to press his forehead to Drift’s. “Mate with me.”
Drift blinked. He pulled back so he could look into Perceptor’s eyes. “What?” He wasn’t even sure he’d heard his lover correctly.
“I love you, and I’ll never love another,” Perceptor said, his eyes blue and bright. Drift felt caught in their pull. “We’re going to build a home here. I want you to be mine, and only mine, no matter who else comes, before someone snatches you away.”
“I think you overestimate my appeal,” Drift said dryly.
“And you underestimate it.” Perceptor brushed the tips of their noses together. “I can wait, if you ask. I will wait. But I know I love you, and I know I want you to be my mate. My decision will not change. The rest I leave to you.”
Drift swallowed thickly, feeling as though his core had leapt right up into his throat. “Yes,” he said, but it emerged barely louder than a whisper. He cleared his throat, a quiver of desire running through his body. “Yes, I’ll mate with you.”
Perceptor’s mouth closed over his in a hot and fierce kiss, and Drift returned it in kind. It felt like a promise, a confirmation of what they both wanted, and when it ended, Drift pressed his forehead to Perceptor’s. Home echoed around and around in the back of his head.
Home.
It was Perceptor’s turn to clear his throat as he lifted his head from Drift and addressed Dr. Jessica, “If you’ll excuse us, I need to take my mate-to-be back to our room.”
Ms. Jessica had her chin propped on her hand, a fond smile on her face. “Of course you do. Though I don’t mind if you stay.” She winked.
Drift buried a laugh in Perceptor’s throat.
Perceptor stood, lifting Drift into his arms with a strength that belied his slender body. “I appreciate it but we really must be going.” He turned toward the door as Drift held on, making it easier for Perceptor to carry him – for however long he could. “I’ll draft a reply to Shockwave, if you could be so kind to ensure it gets to him.”
“Consider it done!” Ms. Jessica called after them. “And congratulations! I better get an invite to the wedding!”
The door closed before either of them could form a snappish retort.
Drift snickered. “Wedding,” he said, joy bubbling up inside his core. “Doesn’t she know yet that’s not how it works?”
Perceptor’s mouth closed over his again and Drift moaned into the kiss, kicking his feet where they dangled in the air. “What say you we go home?” Perceptor asked against his lips, his eyes dark, his hands holding Drift tight.
“Put me down and we’ll get there faster,” Drift purred.
Perceptor pressed his forehead to Drift’s. “I’m so happy you came here,” he murmured as he lowered Drift back to his own two feet, though his hand lingered, as if he didn’t want to let Drift go.
“Me too,” Drift replied.
It was a dream come true.
****
a/n: And that's all for this wee little prologue to the series. Hope you enjoyed!
Characters: Drift, Perceptor, Original Character(s)
Universe: Flights of Fancy, Harpyformers
Rating: M
Enticements: Sexual Content, First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Love at First Sight
Description: Perceptor’s spent so long among the humans, he’s almost forgotten how much he misses other harpies, until Drift wanders into Kaon, a pretty package of everything Perceptor never knew he wanted.
“So, what completely invasive line of questioning do you think Ms. Jessica will have for us today?” Drift asked.
Perceptor laughed. “That’s a good question. I’m sure she’s running out of topics by now.”
Drift grinned and tucked his hands behind his back. It was a running point of amusement between the two of them, Ms. Jessica’s endless curiosity. Though she rarely summoned them to her office for curiosity’s sake. She usually saved her questions for their biweekly meetings. This must be something of great importance to her.
“What haven’t we covered at this point?” Drift asked.
“A few things I’ve already informed her I won’t be discussing,” Perceptor replied, and shook his head, his feathers slicking down. “Such as our methods of sexual reproduction. I know she’s only interested in a scientific manner, but I still find myself flustered whenever she asks.”
Drift shifted closer to his lover, rubbing his cheek on Perceptor’s shoulder. “Aw, you’re shy, buttercup.”
“You couldn’t answer them either,” Perceptor retorted.
“Yes, well, I’m not the local scientific expert either.” Drift slid a hand down, clasping it around Perceptor’s to offer a squeeze. “I’m just the arm candy.”
Perceptor snorted a laugh, cutting his eyes at Drift. “Where did you hear that term?”
“Artemis. She has such a colorful vocabulary.”
“Of course she does.”
A pity this would be Artemis’ last year at the university. She would be graduating next fall, with honors no less.
The main building came into view. It was a massive construction of stone, ivy crawling up the sides, and three columns rising from a short run of stairs. It was one of the first buildings built, Drift had been told. It used to be the mansion of some looney aristocrat before he donated the building and the land for a burgeoning dream.
The university had risen thanks to the man’s generosity, and it held true to the tenets he demanded they follow – conservation, preservation, and acceptance. No wonder Drift had always felt welcome here.
The main building had been modernized since the aristocrat’s death. The front doors swung open when it sensed their presence, they didn’t have to do a thing. Drift still marveled at the technologies humans could devise. They were so clever! Working always to change the world to suit their purposes.
Though that cleverness could at times come at great cost. Drift had seen the razed forests, the pollution-clogged rivers, the mountains hewn into blocks. Humans could be terrible, too. He and Perceptor were both lucky that those in Kaon weren’t like the others.
It was cool and quiet inside, the air conditioning blasting over them and giving Drift the chills. His feathers drew tight to his body.
“You know,” Drift murmured, his voice echoing if he spoke too loud. “I love it here.”
Perceptor’s fingers squeezed his. “Do you now?”
“I do. I mean, it’s probably not where I thought I would end up, but I’m glad it did. I didn’t know I could be happy like this. Didn’t think it was possible.” Drift chewed on his bottom lip.
They forewent the elevators – Drift wasn’t fond of those – and took the narrow, spiraling staircase up to the second floor. Here, the floors were wood, and their talons clicked noisily as they took the west hallway to a string of offices, one of which belonged to Ms. Jessica.
“Life often offers the strangest turns. I never expected to find my future here either, and yet, here I am.” Perceptor smiled and let go of Drift’s hand, only so he could slide his arm over Drift’s shoulder. “With you no less.”
Drift’s core fluttered.
They arrived at Ms. Jessica’s office, and the secretary at the front waved them in without getting up from her desk. She looked harried, a pencil clenched between her teeth as she typed furiously on her computer. A leaning tower of folders perched at the edge of her desk.
Drift casually gave them a nudge toward safety as he passed. Seemed like students weren’t the only ones who stressed at the end of a semester.
Perceptor opened the door, announcing their arrival with a rap of his knuckles, and Drift slipped in behind him, letting the door click quietly shut.
“Good afternoon Perceptor, Drift,” Ms. Jessica greeted them from behind stacks of paperwork, her hair in a frazzled bun exploding with curls, her glasses slipping dangerously low on her nose. “Sorry to summon you like this, but as you can see, I’m a bit buried here.”
“Graduation season is always a busy time. I remember,” Perceptor replied. He took the empty chair.
Drift looked around, but the other chair was piled high with manila folders, so he leaned a hip against the arm of Perceptor’s chair instead.
“Even busier this year.” Ms. Jessica put down her pen and pushed her glasses up with the tip of her finger. “This is the first graduating class we’ll have in Avian Studies, and though there are only three of them, they’re the first to gain a degree on Cybertron.”
Perceptor arched his brows. “Impressive.”
“Yes, but it means lots of paperwork on my end.” Ms. Jessica gave them a half-smile and started searching through her desk, lifting up papers to look beneath them. “I have something for you here. It arrived by post this morning.”
“Mail? For me?” Perceptor blinked. “Another interview perhaps?”
Perceptor’s arm came around Drift’s waist, tugging him close, and Drift’s core gave a flutter of fondness, as it always did when Perceptor so casually offered him affection publicly.
Ms. Jessica chuckled. “Of course not. You’re my prize subject! You think I’d let anyone else get a crack at all that tasty information you have for me?” She winked and pulled out a drawer. “Ah. Here it is.” She withdrew a rolled parchment, tied with a ribbon, and brandished it. “Don’t think this came from any human if you ask me.”
Drift had to agree with her.
“No, it did not,” Perceptor said, and his tone was quiet, his eyes narrowing as he eyed the scroll. There were some symbols on the ribbon – a language Drift did not recognize. Was it something familiar to Perceptor from Tyger Pax?
Perceptor made no move to accept the scroll. His free hand curled into a fist in his lap. For the first time, Drift saw Perceptor hesitant, wary. Afraid even. Leaving Tyger Pax behind had been difficult for him. He knew what it meant he would abandon, but perhaps he hadn’t had confirmation of it yet.
Drift accepted it from Ms. Jessica in Perceptor’s stead. The paper felt heavier than it should in his hands. It was thick vellum, a paper suited for clumsier harpy talons, rather than the soft, agile fingers of a human.
Perceptor’s throat bobbed. “Open it for me, would you, sunshine?” he asked, his voice making an attempt to be steady, but Drift didn’t miss the quiver of Perceptor’s fingers against his side.
“Sure thing.” Drift plucked the ribbon away, draping it carefully over his thigh.
There was a tag attached to the ribbon. Someone had painstakingly – in the human language no less – printed Perceptor’s name and an approximation of an address here at Kaon University. Someone who knew Perceptor was here, but not where exactly on campus he was.
Drift carefully unrolled the scroll and glanced at the tiny, neat script that flowed across the page. It was not in a Harpy dialect he recognized, though some words were simple enough he could figure them out. ‘Friend’ being chief among them.
“Sorry, love, I can’t read this.” Drift let the scroll roll itself up. He offered it to Perceptor. “But I think it’s from a friend.”
Perceptor reached up as if to take it, hesitating, before he inhaled and accepted it.
“Don’t mind me.” Ms. Jessica waved them off and picked up a pen, pointedly bending over her paperwork. “I’m not paying any attention at all.”
Perceptor chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “It’s quite all right. I’m sure it’s nothing dire.” His expression belied his words, however.
Drift leaned in closer to his partner while Perceptor released Drift so he could hold the paper with both hands. Drift didn’t comment on the tremor in Perceptor’s fingers. Instead, he pressed his cheek to Perceptor’s head, offering comfort where he could.
Perceptor read silently. The only noise was that of Dr. Jessica’s pen scratching across the paper, and the flutter as she moved from one document to the next. There was a tapping noise, which Drift belatedly recognized as that of Ms. Jessica’s foot rapping the floor.
“It’s from Shockwave,” Perceptor said after a moment, his tone both confused and impressed. “He’s the head of the bioengineering studies. But why would he…” Perceptor trailed off, lips pressing together as he continued reading.
Drift had heard Perceptor mention Shockwave before. More colleague than friend, Drift recalled. Perceptor had been familiar with many of the high-standing scientists in his aerie. Truth be told, if he hadn’t left, Perceptor probably would have inherited Chief Physicist from Quark, after the smol retired.
“He wants to come here,” Perceptor said, sounding baffled. “He’s asking permission. He wants to continue his research in Kaon. He wants access to human technology and the council is refusing him. The only way to move forward is to come here. I feel there is something else as well, something between the lines, but he’s being vague, as if his communications are being monitored.”
“You don’t think it’s a trap?” Drift asked.
Perceptor gently rolled the paper, setting it in his lap. “To what end? Tyger Pax does not waste the effort of hunting down and arresting those who leave. I’m beyond their laws once I leave the border. The only true threat is if I return.” He shook his head. “No. I believe his request is sincere, however odd it might be.”
“You’ve started a revolution,” Drift said, nuzzling him. He was glad it wasn’t bad news.
“Apparently so,” Perceptor mused as he patted Drift’s thigh.
“Kaon is prepared to accept any harpy seeking refuge here,” Ms. Jessica said without looking up from her paperwork. It was more of an offhand comment, like she didn’t want them to accuse her of intentionally eavesdropping.
Drift’s lips twitched into a smile. “Are you going to reply?”
Perceptor’s free hand patted the scroll. “I do believe I might. While I was not close to Shockwave, I remember him to be intelligent, dedicated, and focused. I believe his request is sincere.” He leaned in against Drift. “What do you think?”
Drift slid down into Perceptor’s lap and pretended he didn’t hear Dr. Jessica’s little squeak of glee, or the crumple of the paper beneath his rump. “I think that Shockwave would make three, and we would be one step closer to building a home,” he murmured into Perceptor’s ear.
Perceptor’s arm slid around him, holding him close. “Our aerie in the great tree.”
“Exactly,” Drift said.
He grinned and caught Perceptor’s ear with his lips, glad that his feathers hid the view, though he had no doubt Ms. Jessica watched them like a hawk. It was the most demonstrative they’d been in front of her, save that one shared kiss at the dance.
“I’ll bet anything word’s gonna get out, and then there will be more. Four and then five and then six and then--”
“Seven and then eight,” Perceptor continued, his other arm circling Drift, his head turning to press his forehead to Drift’s. “Mate with me.”
Drift blinked. He pulled back so he could look into Perceptor’s eyes. “What?” He wasn’t even sure he’d heard his lover correctly.
“I love you, and I’ll never love another,” Perceptor said, his eyes blue and bright. Drift felt caught in their pull. “We’re going to build a home here. I want you to be mine, and only mine, no matter who else comes, before someone snatches you away.”
“I think you overestimate my appeal,” Drift said dryly.
“And you underestimate it.” Perceptor brushed the tips of their noses together. “I can wait, if you ask. I will wait. But I know I love you, and I know I want you to be my mate. My decision will not change. The rest I leave to you.”
Drift swallowed thickly, feeling as though his core had leapt right up into his throat. “Yes,” he said, but it emerged barely louder than a whisper. He cleared his throat, a quiver of desire running through his body. “Yes, I’ll mate with you.”
Perceptor’s mouth closed over his in a hot and fierce kiss, and Drift returned it in kind. It felt like a promise, a confirmation of what they both wanted, and when it ended, Drift pressed his forehead to Perceptor’s. Home echoed around and around in the back of his head.
Home.
It was Perceptor’s turn to clear his throat as he lifted his head from Drift and addressed Dr. Jessica, “If you’ll excuse us, I need to take my mate-to-be back to our room.”
Ms. Jessica had her chin propped on her hand, a fond smile on her face. “Of course you do. Though I don’t mind if you stay.” She winked.
Drift buried a laugh in Perceptor’s throat.
Perceptor stood, lifting Drift into his arms with a strength that belied his slender body. “I appreciate it but we really must be going.” He turned toward the door as Drift held on, making it easier for Perceptor to carry him – for however long he could. “I’ll draft a reply to Shockwave, if you could be so kind to ensure it gets to him.”
“Consider it done!” Ms. Jessica called after them. “And congratulations! I better get an invite to the wedding!”
The door closed before either of them could form a snappish retort.
Drift snickered. “Wedding,” he said, joy bubbling up inside his core. “Doesn’t she know yet that’s not how it works?”
Perceptor’s mouth closed over his again and Drift moaned into the kiss, kicking his feet where they dangled in the air. “What say you we go home?” Perceptor asked against his lips, his eyes dark, his hands holding Drift tight.
“Put me down and we’ll get there faster,” Drift purred.
Perceptor pressed his forehead to Drift’s. “I’m so happy you came here,” he murmured as he lowered Drift back to his own two feet, though his hand lingered, as if he didn’t want to let Drift go.
“Me too,” Drift replied.
It was a dream come true.
a/n: And that's all for this wee little prologue to the series. Hope you enjoyed!
