Title: Evacuate the Dance Floor
Pairing/Characters: Implied Jazz/Blaster; mentions of Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Prowl, Ironhide, Ratchet, Optimus Prime
Verse: G1
Words: 1218
Warnings: None
Summary: Blaster can't help but fall in love to Jazz's music.
Disclaimer: Do not own Transformers.
Notes: This was the bunny.
Blaster loves to dance to Jazz's music.
by Aniay
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The rec room party was in full swing after they're latest victory over the Decepticons. The twins had somehow, once again, gotten a hold of some high-grade and now over-energized mechs were stumbling through the room, slurring and talking with their comrades or kissing the slag out of each other. Others were dancing solo or with a partner, innocently or not so innocently. Prowl was sullenly sitting in a corner after Optimus told him to leave his Office for the night. The Prime himself was speaking to Ratchet and Ironhide, who was leaning on the medic with a cube of high-grade in his hands. Jazz was stationed behind the DJ controls and swaying to the music he created. The current beat was a mix of human techno and Cybertronian techno, forming an up-beat rhythm that had the room lively.
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
Hey, let the music take me underground
Everybody in the club
Evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Everybody in the club
Stop, this beat is killing me
[Hey, let the music take me underground
One mech in particular was enjoying the music that the black and white saboteur made. The blocky form of Blaster weaved through the crowded dance floor with expertise of a life-long dancer. He was like a solid extension of the music as he moved skillfully. He twisted and turned and swayed to the beat, optics bright with excitement; limbs moving in graceful arcs and legs sliding across the floor.
Turn up the music
Let's get out on the floor
I like to move it
Come and give me some more
Watch me gettin' physical
Out of control
There's people watchin' me
I never miss a beat
Steal the night
Kill the lights
Feel it under your skin
Time is right
Keep it tight
Cause it's pulling you in
Wrap it up
Can't stop cause it feels like an overdose
(Feels like an overdose)
Blaster looked over where Jazz was grinning happily at the mechs on the dance floor, black fingers moving across the DJ controls with precise yet quick movements. Blaster matched the fingers with his body, meeting every change in the tune. The music washed through him like a refreshing wash after a particularly messy mission.
My body's aching
System overload
Temperatures rising
I'm about to explode
Watch me I'm intoxicating taking the show
It's got me hypnotized
Everybody step aside
Steal the night
Kill the lights
Feel it under your skin
Time is right
Keep it tight
Cause it's pulling you in
Wrap it up
Can't stop cause it feels like an overdose
(Feels like an overdose)
Blaster could stay like this forever, in this intimate moment. When Jazz would create the sound and Blaster would create the visual. They're rhythms would flow synchronized together and without being next to each other, they would dance. He could register every little beat, every strum of the instruments, and the light singing from the saboteur. Each sound was a color that painted a picture of perfection in Blaster's mind. Hues of blue with the strum of a guitar, drops of purple at the press of a piano, and splashes of red with every beat of the drum.
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
Hey, let the music take me underground
Everybody in the club
Evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Everybody in the club
Stop, this beat is killing me
[Hey, let the music take me underground
He was alone on the floor now with optics on him, he knew. It didn't stop him from moving in time to the music and letting go of his control. His masters, the lyrics and tune that soaked the air around him, taking him on a heated journey through waves of musical notes. His cooling vents had kicked in long ago as he twirled harshly then countered it with a soft wave of his hands, following where Jazz lead him. He locked optics on the saboteur and caught the darkened visor already on him with a sensual smile igniting Blaster's systems with silent promise.
Come on and evacuate
Feel the club is heating up
Move on and accelerate
Push it to the top
Come on and evacuate
Feel the club is heating up
Move on and accelerate
You don't have to be afraid
Now guess who's back with a brand new track
That got everybody in the club going mad
So everybody in the back
Get your back up on the wall and just shake that thang
Go crazy, yo lady, yo baby
Let me see you wreck that thang
And drop it down low, low
Let me see you take it to the dance floor, yo
The musician and the dancer, one led and the other would follow; together, making a portrait of a beautiful symphony. Yes, if Blaster could say anything at a time like this it would be he truly loved these moments; where he could simply move to the beat he longed for the most.
Everybody in the club
Evacuate the dance floor
Everybody in the club
I'm infected by the sound
Everybody in the club
Stop, this beat is killing me
Hey let the music take me underground
Oh, oh, evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me
Hey, let the music take me underground
Everybody in the club
Evacuate the dance floor
Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound
Everybody in the club
Stop, this beat is killing me
Hey, let the music take me underground
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