Can't Swipe This
AN: work with me. Titles aren't easy. :P
Dont know if this has been done, so... here goes! *snickering*
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Sideswipe shifted the lopsided decoration in his arms, swinging its bulk around and slipping his arms through the holes. With some maneuvering he was able to get it positioned on his back, his jet pack having been disengaged by his brother and now lay in Wheeljack's lab for an upgrade that may or may not explode when activated.
Sideswipe didn't care. He'd been blown up before by Wheeljack. Its not like it would be the first time he got his aft plates blistered.
After the fourth aft blistering, he learned a valuable lesson. Now, he always made sure to add padding and a blast shield between his body and the jet pack after Wheeljack had 'twiddled' with it. But now, his back was free and clear and just screaming for the new ornamentation.
So Sideswipe had raided his multiple hiding places on the ship, sent some codes via secured comms and had some 'pick ups' made the last time Cosmo went to Cybertron. The mech was easy to bribe. Pictures of the Hubble telescope made his interstellar drive kick on. All Sideswipe had to do was get Sunstreaker's cooperation in drawing the telescope into feminine, risqué poses and the green UFO would haul just about anything.
As it was, Sideswipe had a rather extensive collection of assorted prank related materials, including the contraption now fitting on his back. Finding the straps to be loose he tied them tighter and wiggled his body. When they held tight, he admired his reflection, and felt his own engine rev. Just to be ornery, he sent a mental image to his twin and earned an artist optic and full support if Sideswipe wished the new modifications were made permanent.
Sideswipe frowned and sent his brother a pang of annoyance, which Sunstreaker ignored and flooded the bond with lust, making Sideswipe lean against the mirror and fight for control over his rapidly heating circuits.
His brother was such a pit spawned slagger.
Trying to get each other overheated, and possibly to overload, had been a battle since they were sparked. It took some time to learn the perimeters of their bond, but once it was figured out, they abused it endlessly.
The first game they invented just happened to be how turned on they could get the other while no one else realized. They were pretty evenly matched, Sunstreaker holding a two overload over his brother and trying for a third. Though with Sideswipe being off duty and in their quarters, it wouldn't count.
But it was good practice.
Sideswipe shut down bond completely, feeling his brother's consciousness search for him like a person wandering in the dark. The twins liked to play these little games, but Sunstreaker had a thing for being alone. He couldn't handle the darkness and solitude. He always had to feel Sideswipe's presence. Taking pity, Sideswipe reestablished a connection, feeling a sense of relief that was quickly smothered. Sunstreaker's consciousness fell away as he controlled his worry, leaving his brother to his obvious prank. Sideswipe stood in front of his brother's full length mirror admiring his additions.
There were a few black pin-stripes added along his legs and arms, courtesy of his brother before his shift early this morning. Sideswipe had the day off and he was going to use it enjoying himself, which meant, he was going to prank someone.
And by the motion behind him, it was a specific someone. The little art project turned out better than he thought and with a nod of triumph he exited his quarters.
Several bots passed in the hall, eyeing Sideswipe, who walked with a sway, his face drawn into a cheeky look that had the others giggling and shaking their head at his antics. They had a feeling what he was up to. It didn't surprise them, and comms went out to Sunstreaker, asking for video footage for later purchase.
Sideswipe entered the command center, grateful that there were no humans this day. It was fun to scare them but he always had to worry about stepping on one. It was nice to move about like normal and not have to watch his step. He sauntered into the room, seeing his twin sitting at the main monitor, Bluestreak sharing data from a datapad, the two talking in quiet tones.
Ratchet was talking to Jazz. Both froze, staring slack jawed at Sideswipe as he walked in and went to Prowl, who was stationed at a main control hub. Prowl's attention was on his datapad as he typed in codes between the small device and the main consol. His optics darted between the two with practiced ease.
A glimmer of ruby sparkled in his peripheral vision and knowing who it was before confirmation, Prowl exhaled a heavy gust and looked up.
And gasped in astonishment.
Sideswipe had opted for black pin-striping that was synonymous with elegant frames. And though the straps around his chassis were a distraction, ruining the pleasing aesthetics of the look, what they held into place was what captured the Praxian's attention. In fact, Red Alert, Inferno, and Ironhide just entered the command hub and were staring with the same dumbfounded expression.
Wide, ruby and black doorwings sprouted from Sideswipe's back, the wings fluttering a little with his movements. He gave a sultry look, leaning against the consol and cocking his hip, striking a seductive pose.
"Come here often, big boy?" Sideswipe asked in a smooth, even tone.
"Wha… what are you doing?" Prowl asked, finding the ensemble to be not unappealing. Too bad it was attached to a trouble making mech.
"I got them for you," Sideswipe said, waggling his brow plating at Prowl and sinking lower into the sultry pose. He was almost draped over the main consol. "I've been thinking about you and wanted to show you how much I missed you."
Prowl schooled his features, knowing that Sideswipe was playing one of his jokes again. Snickers broke out among the ranks steeling Prowl's resolve. He gave a heavy sigh through his vents, staring at the Lamborghini seductress who gave him a purr, manually flicking a door wing in a playful manner.
Prowl's optic ridge arched in slow motion. "Sideswipe, how may hits to the helm have you taken lately?"
"Not enough to distract me from your charm." Sideswipe grinned, his fingers tracing over the edge of a sweeping doorwing. He smiled to himself when he noted Prowl's undivided attention on the digit.
"Whatever you are trying to distract me from, it will not work," Prowl said, snapping out of his stupor and adopting a neutral expression he knew annoyed Sideswipe.
"But I made this…" Sideswipe said in a hurt filled tone. "Just… for…. you."
"Prowl, do you have the…" Prime asked as he entered the command hub. His sentenced died off, seeing Sideswipe wearing doorwings and draping himself over the consol in front of Prowl. "Uhhh…. what is Sideswipe… doing?"
"Trying to seduce me, sir," Prowl said without batting an optic.
"Oh.' Prime said half stunned. He waved his servo and turned, calling over his shoulder, "Carry on then."
"You reject me, my love?" Sideswipe asked, his face cracking into a grin.
Prowl reached out and grabbed Sideswipe by the olfactory sensor, pulling him away from the consol.
"If your stupidity has erased my work, I will remove your door wings and weld them to your aft and skip your aft plates over the sharpest peaks of the mountain range."
Sideswipe stood flabbergasted. Had be been a real Praxian, his door wings would have drooped in disappointment. As it was, they fluttered like a butterfly on a petal.
No one noticed Sunstreaker give Bluestreak a barely perceivable nod, nor the gunner answering with a wink to the golden mech, before Bluestreak handed Sunstreaker his datapad and threw his arms wide open.
"Baby!" Bluestreak crooned, face alight in happiness. "Where have you been all my life?"
'What?!" Sideswipe snapped, angry that the wrong Praxian was playing along.
"OH sweet spark, lets make sparklings together!" Bluestreak cried out, running toward Sideswipe.
Bluestreak's motion was all that Sideswipe needed to squawk and go running out of the command center, Bluestreak hot on his tailpipes and spouting a mixture of love ballads, sonnets, and poetry.
"Think that slagger ever learns?' Ironhide asked.
Jazz gave a shrug. "He definitely keeps it interesting."
"I would like to know where he gets the parts for the pranks," Ratchet said, having ran a scan over the decorations and found them to be within acceptable perimeters as replacements in case a Praxian suffers injury. There was a chance, if Sideswipe survived, that Ratchet would be using him as a parts resource. He pinged Bluestreak with the instruction that if the doorwings parted company with Sideswipe, Ratchet would put them in the Praxian inventory.
An answering beep of affirmation came over the line as Sideswipe raced through the halls, hooting like a barn owl while Bluestreak continued his melody of sappy endearments.
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Yes, gotta get little Blue in there again. There's a couple more ideas that I have percolating (thank you Liz) and hopefully after that, I can get back to finishing up these last requests. I still have about…5-7…. Left. *sighs* I love you guys, really, and I'm just ashamed of myself for taking this long to get out your requests. Sometimes the muse cooperates, most the time, she doesn't. I try to beat her accordingly.
