Truth or Dare?: Transformers

Rated: T,for language, slash references and a lot of other things I might have missed, just to be safe.

Disclaimer: I own nothing here but my OC's, please ask before using any part of them. This contains major spoilers for my other story "On Broken Wings I'm Falling", I suggest reading that one before reading this chapter or you'll ruin the surprise.

Also, I'm using Prime-verse Arcee here instead of G1 version, just a heads up.

PrincesLeahPrime (Guest): as much as I would love to add TF:P Smokescreen (I agree, he's just that awesome) I already have G1: Smokescreen in here somewhere. Unless you want me to combine the two I don't think I'll be able to get them both in.

Talking: "English or other Earth languages"

"Cybertronian"

'thought'

:comm. link:

"Druatch"

"singing or radio"

(Bond talk)

Chapter 4

Eventually, Prime was the one to keep the peace so Wheeljack could take his turn, he pointed to the navy blue-and-pink femme sitting between Chromia and Firestar. "Arcee, truth or dare?"

"Dare," she tensed up, remembering who she just asked to dare her.

Trailbreaker laughed "Hey, Greenblades, what did you say about ancient Romans when we were fighting 'Cons yesterday?"

"Quae enim morituri te salutant te1," They all either had universal translator installed or had it translated for them by somebot that did, some snickered at the phrase.

"I dare ya to kiss Cliffjumper,"

The two bots looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. "Exactly what kind of kiss are we talking about here?"

"On the lip components,"

Chromia and Firestar giggled and nudged her forward. "Go on, Arcee, I'm sure Tailgate won't mind," the other blue femme teased.

Taking a deep intake of air, Arcee slowly got up and went over to lean against the red minibot's chair, facing him with her servos on either side of him. "Ready?"

Cliffjumper looked up at her "Uh, sure,"

Carefully she leaned in and placed her lip components next to his before touching them together.

After a few moments she pulled away, both of their cooling fans starting up as they both blushed in and around the optics. "Cliffjumper, truth or dare?"

"Truth,"

Arcee gave him a half-smirk "How did you like that?"

Cliffjumper hesitated, now that he got a close up look at her he saw she was actually quite beautiful, and he did enjoy that kiss… "Wow, this 'Tailgate' guy must be one lucky mech,"

"Alright, Cliff, your turn,"

Cliffjumper turned to Skyfire. "Skyfire, truth or dare?"

"Truth,"

"Did you enjoy your time with the Decepticons when you sided with them when you first awoke on Earth?" Of course Cliffjumper would ask something like that.

A few bots were shocked a mech like Skyfire would ever side with the Decepticons, he certainly looked the part but looks are deceptive and once they had gotten to know him they couldn't imagine a gentle mech like him could be anything but an Autobot or a Neutral.

Skyfire frowned and crossed his arm servos "Worst Joor of my entire life cycle," he told them why that was and was about to take his turn when Bluestreak mentioned something else he could tell them about and of course he told them that [AN: see what Skyfire actually says in Chapter 10 of "On Broken Wings I'm Falling"] Everyone was certainly surprised by what he had to say.

Skyturn took his turn next "Bluestreak, truth or dare?"

The young grey Praxian looked undecisive "I don't know, what if I pick truth and can't answer the question? Or pick dare and can't do what I'm dared to do? I really don't want to take my armor off but…"

"Bluestreak, it's fine just pick one, alright?"

Bluestreak smiled "Okay, dare,"

Huffer piped up from the minibot's side of the table. "Dare him to be quiet for once in his life," he was promptly punched out by Sunstreaker who was quick to defend Bluestreak.

"Anyone else have a problem? No? Good," he sat back down next to Bluestreak who gave him a thankful smile.

Skyfire thought a moment before daring Bluestreak to do this one dance he had seen a group of humans do when he had flown over the city. After describing what he saw Silverbullet explained that the dance was called the "Caramelldansen" and showed Bluestreak how to do it.

Sideswipe stood across from Bluestreak and recorded the whole thing. "Oh, this is so going on the internet…"

Silverbullet glared at him and stood out of camera angle. "If you're recording this leave me out of it,"

The Praxian sniper followed her movements to the beat of the song that Greenblades played on a datapad he had with him, occasionally fluttering his doorwings adorably. When the song finished they all sat down so Bluestreak could take a turn. "Fireflight, truth or dare,"

Said Aerialbot was staring at a small moth that was fluttering around one of the lanterns they had set up in the middle of the table so Skydive shook his shoulder to wake him up.

Fireflight looked around confused. "Huh, what?"

Skydive whispered "It's your turn," so he looked around until Bluestreak waved and repeated the question. Fireflight thought a moment "Hmmm…"

Air Raid held his helm "This could take a while,"

AN: Hey, everybody! Thank you for being so patient with me, but like I said before this is a side story for another one of my stories, "On Broken Wings I'm Falling", and I wanted to get that one caught up before I updated this one.

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Translations:

"Quae enim morituri te salutant te" is Latin for "For those of you about to die, I salute you," which was said when gladiators were sent into the arena to fight to the death.