Title: Backstage: Sound Crew
Warnings: Silliness, and sensuality. A fetish, and reaction to it. Foul language.
Rating: PG-13
Continuity: G1
Characters: Soundwave, Ratbat, Frenzy, Thundercracker, Skywarp
Disclaimer: The theatre doesn't own the script or actors, nor does it make a profit from the play.
Motivation (Prompt): Win
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The civilian swiveled in his seat, speaking up in the sudden, waiting silence. "Yes, he does have a good set, doesn't he?"
A more offhanded comment couldn't have been made. Skywarp blinked as the engineer slid his open thrusters around. The civilian calmly shifted the Seeker's legs from one side of his lap to the other, trapping them in place with a hand securely wrapped around an internal strut. He gave Skywarp no warning or chance to fight back before he tugged, and the Seeker yelped as he struggled for balance on his chair. Having his legs raised took any leverage he had away, and Skywarp scrambled at the armrests. While the jet was floundering about trying not to get dumped onto the floor, the engineer beckoned Frenzy closer.
The Cassetticon didn't seem to have any way to stop himself from obeying the gesture. His optics flickered from Skywarp's flailing to the gorgeous feet being presented to him. It wasn't like he could get any more embarrassed, right? For Primus' sake, half of the party was watching, too, observing Skywarp's flustered efforts to sit up with amusement. Laughter rippled through the room. Frenzy might as well get his jollies in before the laughter turned on him.
"Did you see the air ionizer? My design incorporates a magnetized element clip to filter out the heavy atmospheric metals. The clip scrapes down into this trap here when the air pressure is sufficient…" A delicate line traced over the clip, holding Frenzy's fascinated attention. A funny fizzling sound came from Skywarp as the Seeker finally caught his balance. "It affects drift velocity, of course, having another filter in the way of ion flow, but the total voltage is boosted by the circular nature of the metal trap. See here?" Wires were picked out of a coil and firmly tapped to ensure that the Cassetticon knew what he was talking about.
Skywarp's vocalizer, readied for the hot-headed tirade Frenzy had been dreading a moment ago, squeaked into emergency cut-off. Alternate modes were always sensitive until a Cybertronian's core build adjusted to the new sensor network. Changing a single plate of armor rearranged the entire grid of cables and hinges for a transformation sequence, and therefore the whole interwoven web of wiring and fuel lines had to be rerouted. Taking a new alternate mode sent a mech's body into temporary overdrive. Half the reason the 'invading' Decepticon soldiers were intent on partying instead of working was because it gave them an excuse to let their bodies settle down into normal parameters.
Skywarp's body had not settled. Not yet. The repairwork had already been doing some, ah, shivery things to his sensitive internal systems. This…was not repairwork.
The black-and-purple Seeker involuntarily tried to kick. The engineer made a displeased moue and popped him behind the knees. The joints unlocked, and only Skywarp's wings clonking into the armrests saved him from a sudden introduction to the floor. The room giggled. Even Thundercracker snorted, covering laughter with a cough. Skywarp scowled up at him, opening his mouth again to tell the whole fragging world what he thought of this slag - but a gasp came out instead. Thundercracker stared, surprised, as his wingmate arched.
The engineer smiled wickedly and stroked a second, lingering finger down the ion accelerator. Frenzy wasn't the only mech gaping appreciatively at Skywarp's wide optics and tensed, shaking body.
He might have been the only one watching the civilian's hands just as attentively. The thumbs were rubbing small circles down the seals on the fuel lines; Skywarp's pelvic frame, suspended between straining back and thighs, twisted in unconscious echo of the motion as each flexible ridge was thumbed. Skywarp's face was locked in a tormented grimace echoed by the hands clawing into the chair. Pleasure so unexpected it bloomed intense as pain up his legs pinned the Seeker in place. Thundercracker looked almost impressed.
"Good set," the engineer repeated, crooning just a little patronizingly. "I would know. I designed them, after all. I know exactly what they can do." He raised an optical ridge at the goggling Cassetticon and tweaked his way down the wire web connected to the inner layer of armor, ostensibly checking the leads but in actuality just making Skywarp thrash and whimper. "And what I can do to them," he said in cruelly purring undertone.
"Nice set of feet," the civvie finished. He gave the open thrusters a pat and pushed them off his lap. "They should be operational now. Let me know if there are any further problems." A bland smile goodbye, and the engineer walked away.
Some of the surrounding mechs turned to watch him go, but the civilians were apparently used to his antics. He vanished into the party as quickly as he'd appeared. The rest of the observers watched as Skywarp slumped in his seat, legs still lewdly butterflied open but feet planted on the floor. He panted air through his intakes and dimmed his optics. A few daring mechs chuckled at his discomfiture.
Thundercracker eyed him appreciatively. For all that he didn't get the whole liking feet thing, he had to admit that…whatever that was…had been smoking hot. Frenzy still gawked at the open thrusters like he saw a never-ending fount of high-grade flowing inside. A tiny twinge of what could have been revelation dinked into the back of Thundercracker's mind. He'd never really thought about it, but mechs went for the Seekers because of their wings a lot of the time. Feet weren't all that different. Maybe.
He didn't want to think about it. The whole thing left him uneasy, and he didn't want to think about it further. Let the pipsqueak Cassetticon like feet. What did he care? "I suppose that means you're off the casualty list," he said at his wingmate, aiming for neutral and ending up with a questioning note in his voice.
Skywarp roused himself enough to aim a slightly bleary glare in his direction. It bounced off armor developed through eons of experience putting up with Starscream, who had mastered a glare with far more evil and screech behind it. Stymied arousal just didn't have the necessary firepower to melt a hole in Thundercracker's head.
The bounced glare landed on Frenzy. The little Decepticon glanced up, licking his lips and swallowing without thinking at the sight of Skywarp's hazy desire. At this distance, they could both hear each other's systems laboring. Skywarp, at least, had an excuse. Frenzy fidgeted.
Skywarp's optics sharpened, considering his options. There was a fit of rage, which was a fairly good option; loud, guaranteed to humiliate Frenzy into a steaming puddle, and it would serve as a mediocre release valve on what Skywarp felt right now. Option #2 was storming out in a huff, which probably wouldn't do his own reputation any good. He could try finding the engineer and demanding the mech finish what he'd started, but that option would probably lead to a messy confrontation. What Skywarp had in mind wasn't exactly diplomatic, and it would likely push guest rules here on Pentayear.
Or there was Option #3: he could choose to be flattered. It seemed the wisest choice. Everyone knew that Seekers had the best wings, but feet? Slag, it'd never even crossed his mind. Sort of how he'd never noticed that Frenzy's hands were so very tiny and capable. They were the kind of hands that could get into every nook and cranny. His optics dropped to them, beginning to take on a covetous gleam. Hands like that, with Frenzy's own version of motivation behind them, had distinct possibilities.
Thundercracker sat back in his seat as Skywarp pushed up to his feet. An interlocking series of clicks sounded as his lower legs closed, the complicated apparatus weaving back into heavy bells below the knee. Frenzy watched somewhat mournfully.
"I'll update Starscream on my status tomorrow," the black-and-purple Seeker said cheerfully to his wingmate. "Hey, Frenzy. Heel, boy!"
The Cassetticon did a double-take as the larger Decepticon strode off, snapping his fingers. The onlookers laughed. Frenzy glanced back at Thundercracker, but the Seeker seemed just as shocked as him. After a second's hesitation - Skywarp whistled, and half the party laughed uproariously - an incredulous grin spread across Frenzy's face.
He scampered off after those glorious, gorgeous feet suddenly within his grasp, and left his shame behind.