C.M.D: Aaaaaand the last one of that day. Dude, seriously... you need more songs on your playlist! A girl can only write so much to instrumental stuff!
1- ACDC: Highway to Hell
People had thought that the stunticons were crazy before. But when they stumbled upon the organics' rock and roll... things just worsened. Now they performed every death-defying stunt and vicious ramming with that slagging music blasted in the background, almost indiscernible over their shouts and cries of wicked delight as they destroyed everything within sight.
It was getting to the point that even Blaster was beginning to hate his favourite genre of music.
"Would you turn it off!," he yelled, as Wildrider took a swipe at Bluestreak, who he happened to be belted into.
The 'con just cackled, increasing the volume until it sounded like his speakers would blow.
2- Devil May Cry 4: credits
The Autobot trembled and whimpered, struggling hopelessly in his bonds.
This same mech that had imprisoned and killed mercilessly was now begging and wailing for clemency, coolant pouring down his cheeks and lubricant seeping down his thighs. It was a pathetic sight really.
He smirked, reaching forward, wrapping one, large servo around the Autobot's helm. This 'fair judge' screamed, bucking wildly in the other's hold. "Please!," he cried, "I only did as I was ordered!"
"Lies...," he hissed, clenching his fist. The Autobot's helm resisted for a moment, before the metal gave away under his unrelenting force; buckling in and crushing the other's processor. He looked on a moment longer, withdrawing his energon-soaked servo and letting it drop back to his side.
3- Lose yourself: Eminem
They didn't understand that he wasn't nearly as uncaring as he seemed.
Everything he did -every plan, every word, every action- had to be carefully considered and weighed; the consequences too great if he should make even one fraction of a mistake. The battle computer installed in his processor helped... but unless he remained focused and controlled, even such basis programming would prove futile, Prowl knew.
That's why he kept himself distant and calm, so that he might be able to step up to the plate and have a situation that resulted in the least amount of casualties. Even if they despised him for his detachment in the beginning, it did not erase the relief that showed in every shoulder plating and face of the Autobots when the SIC took charge.
"But why Prowler..." Jazz begged him, not understanding. The Datsun blinked, unable to respond to his friend's admittance of love.
Eventually, the sabotuer left.
"Because...," he whispered to the empty air. "Someone has to remain in control."
4- Wizzy noise: Behemoth
Beats pounded and strobe lights swept across the club. Bopping his helm in time with the electric mix, the mech slid through the crowd of dancers, inching closer and closer to the frame that had first caught his optic. White wings twitched and fluttered as they were brushed against other dancers; almost seeming to move to the rhythm of the music. It was a hypnotic sight, one that constantly drew the optic and then left the watcher to steam as they studied the rest of that glorious chassis.
With an unseen grin, the mech pulled up behind the dancer, reaching forwards and winding his arms about that slim waist. The stranger startled for an astrosecond, before melting in the warm grip and turning to see his partner. Blue optics flashed and sparkled, before a coy smile was pulling at glossy lip components. The dancer continued moving, now within the realm of the other's arms; grinding up against his new companion every once in a while.
He groaned as the winged mech brushed against his codpiece, bringing attention to the growing ache coming from there. But when he tried to lean in closer, the dancer simply pulled his helm back until his lip components were no longer within reach, still swaying to the music. It was obvious that any further
5- YMCA: Village People
Spike tried not to laugh, but Carly wasn't being nearly as kind. She was practically rolling on the floor, gripping her stomach tightly as the quadruple danced before them; snapping their fingers and mouthing the lyrics coming out of Teletraan 1's speakers. The chorus was coming up, and Spike could feel tears forming in his eyes the longer he watched; the laughter building up deep in his chest.
He absolutely lost it when Prowl stalled in the doorway, staring on in adulterated horror and confusion as Jazz, Blaster, Bumblebee and Bluestreak spelled Y-M-C-A with their frames, still bopping to the music.
6- Iron madness: Enemy side
"Urgh! Turn it off!," Starscream shrieked, clapping his servos over his audio receptors. Skywarp waited a few moments longer before adhering to his commander's order, turning the monitor off and silencing the human screaming coming through it.
When he was sure it was quiet once more, the SIC lowered his servos, glaring at the teleporter. "What in the Pit convinced you that watching those horrid Organic transmissions would be a good idea!," the seeker yelled again, optics flashing a deadly red.
Skywarp lifted his servos slowly, nervous grin coming to his faceplates. "I thought it would be a good idea to see what the squishies are afraid of. For, you know... research." Thundercracker shook his helm in the background. That really had to be the weakest excuse Skywarp could ever make.
"DON'T DO IT AGAIN!," Starscream bellowed, before promptly turning and storming out of the room. The black and purple seeker flinched as his trinemate screamed again out in the hallway, no doubt releasing some further pent-up anger. Sheepishly, he looked back to Thundercracker.
"I didn't think it would frag him off that much..."
"You should know better," the blue seeker merely sighed. "You know how he detests this planet."
Skywarp pouted at his comrade's refusal to side with him. "Yeah alright...," he conceded.
The teleporter was quiet for about a klik, before a slag-eating grin spread across his lip components, making Thundercracker sigh again at the obvious devious gesture. "What are you up to now?"
"Hey, TC... think 'Screamer would like it if this started playing in his room?"
7- Marvel vs Capcom 3: Shuma Gorath theme
"What- Aw, C'MON! Sunny stop elbowing me!"
Sideswipe grunted as his brother pulled his arm back, hitting him harder in the stomach plating. Choking on his intakes, the lamborghini struggled to keep tapping away at his controller's buttons, but wasn't able to keep up because of the pain. On the screen, his fighter had its aft royally handed to him by Sunstreaker.
"It's official...," Sideswipe grumbled, glaring at his suddenly smug twin. "I hate you..."
"Only because you lost."
"Only because you cheated."
This time, Sunstreaker smacked the other lamborghini upside the helm. "Oi!," the red warrior yelped in alarm. "Stop hitting me!"
"And don't call me 'Sunny'."
8- Breaking the habit: Linkin Park
"TC! Please- Thundercracker!"
Skywarp tugged hopelessly on his trinemate's arm, but could neither slow nor stop the blue mech down. "Where are you going? There's nowhere for you to go!"
"Anywhere," the other seeker hissed, whirling on his partner, "Is better than this."
"B-but you can't...," Skywarp choked. "TC... Megatron will kill you... Y-you can't just leave!"
Thundercracker said nothing, face going blank as he finally shook off the teleporter's clawing grasp. "Don't follow me," he ordered, turning and again hurrying down the hall. Skywarp watched, helpless to do anything, as his friend and wingmate disappeared into the night.
9- Why Can't we be friends?
Prowl stared at the strange mech before him, trying to not frown.
"Come again?"
"I said, 'My name is Jazz. Wanna be friends?'"
The Datsun narrowed his optics. "Why?"
The black and white mech before him grinned, visor dimming. "Why not?"
"That's illogical..."
Jazz shrugged. "Maybe. So... friends?"
Prowl shuttered his optics again, the frown this time appearing. "...no," he answered, to the other's disappointment. Turning, the SIC quickly retreated.
Jazz watched him go, servos cocked on his hips and a sullen pout on his lip components. It lasted only an astrosecond, before the sabotuer was grinning once more. "That's alright, Prowler," he declared to the air. "You'll see things my way soon 'nuff."
10- Can Can: Vanessa Mae remix
Mirage tried not to smile, but it was hard not to.
"Like this," he corrected, gently grasping Hound's servo and moving it to the proper position at his backstruts. The tracker almost turned pink with his blush as the servo found itself closer to the spy's aft then he was entirely comfortable with.
Mirage only smiled further, grasping the mech's other servo and leading them into the waltz. It lasted maybe about a klik before Hound was tripping over his pedes again; muttering curses under his intakes at his own foolishness the entire way.
"That's alright, Hound," the white mech murmured softly, leaning closer to the tracker. He loved when Hound's blush deepened, their lip components just brushing. "We have all night to get it right."
C.M.D: Number four is the only one where the song finished before I could... How sad. And I still don't know why I thought of Hound and Mirage waltzing to a can can song...Ah, whatever.