Disclaimer: Transformers © Hasbro
Warnings: innuendo
Notes: Written for tf_rare_pairing's weekly challenge, much in the same way that my last story featuring this pairing was. This time the prompt I went with was G1 Sunstreaker/Cliffjumper: "beautiful, dirty, rich"

...shush, you. There's no rule saying I can't play with my own submitted prompt :p

And, I suppose if you tilt your head and squint your eyes, this could almost tie into "Cycles." Although I do have a sequel in the works for that and a whole summer to mess around with it.


Dirty

He hated patrol.

Correction: he hated patrols when they occurred during a downpour and took him through the worse of the oil and mud that seemed to develop during rainstorms on this planet. There was nothing that annoyed Sunstreaker more than returning back to base after a three hour patrol shift covered in the filth that had splashed on his plating the entire time.

The only good thing about it was that nearly every inhabitant of the Ark would avoid him when he got back from patrol on those stormy days. The only exceptions were Sideswipe, who most likely had been on patrol as well and didn't care if he dripped all over the rec room, and Cliffjumper, who would just ignore his complaining.

And, it might be noted, the latter was also the only mech who would brave being in the washracks at the same time as a muddy, oily, and annoyed Sunstreaker. The rest of the minibots apparently thought he was either extremely brave or incredibly stupid for that.

"What did you do, roll around in it?" Cliffjumper complained as he ran a cleaning cloth liberally doused with industrial-strength solvent down Sunstreaker's back. The Lamborghini paused in cleaning his arms to shoot a glare over his shoulder.

"No, I did not," he hissed in annoyance. "My half-witted twin decided it might be funny to drive through a puddle when I was right next to him and see how much mud would get into my seams."

The minibot was unimpressed with the glare, snorting mildly and returning his attention to one of said transformation seams. "Well, congratulate him on his effectiveness for me before you deck him," Cliffjumper drawled, and damn it, the little slagger sounded amused. "I don't think I've seen this much gunk caught up in your seams for a few months."

Sunstreaker smirked slightly and turned abruptly, pressing the red mech up against the wall. "The difference there, my dear bondmate," he purred, "is that that was a rather fun way to end an otherwise boring patrol."

The minibot smirked back and reached up to tug lightly at one of the Lamborghini's headfins. "And this isn't a fun way to end your patrol?" he asked almost innocently.

Thinking back on it later - after finishing getting cleaned up and returning to their shared quarters to continue what they'd started - Sunstreaker mused that the only good thing about getting so dirty was the fact that his beloved bondmate didn't mind helping make him look good again afterward.


End Note: I was charged with the crime of making one of my readers "b'awwwww" over Sunstreaker. I take the accusation with pride.