C.M.D: Look at that! Another one! Holy Frag... I just don't stop with these things! Anyways, I don't know... these ones are kinda meh-ish, in my opinion. I couldn't really get into the groove when writing them, and really, my drawing companion to this one is even worse.
...guess it was just one of those days...
1)You've got the touch- Stan Bush
"Touch It."
"No."
"C'mon- touch it!"
"I said 'no'! Leave me alone!"
"Awww, Red," Sideswipe whined, grabbing the fleeing lamborghini and tugging him back. Sunstreaker wisely stepped out of the way of the security guard's flailing arms, sneering slightly as his paintjob was almost scuffed. Neither of the other two mechs spared the ego-maniac a moment of their attention, turning back to the object of their conversation -the new search and rescue 'bot.
"Don't you just want to touch him?," the red warrior cajoled teasingly, forcing Red Alert to look at the firetruck. "All that glossy red paint, and that rugged frame. I thought you were into those types of 'bot, Red."
Blushing, the security guard struggled harder in his brother's hold, biting the black servo and effectively forcing Sideswipe to release him. "Ouch! What the slag Red!"
"I...," Red Alert panted, still blushing furiously. "I refuse to give into your sick games. Now leave me alone to my duties, please!"
"He's so not getting away...," Sunstreaker commented.
"Indeed not," Sideswipe agreed, as Red Alert ran away from his apparent crush.
2)Sons of liberty- Metal Gear Solid 2
Do his best... that's what he had promised the strange flyers that had come begging outside his repair bay, pleading for someone to save their friend. Sighing, Alpha Trion stepped back from the mech's torn chassis, looking around the rest of the room. Multiple 'bots were strewn out along the floor and berths, his drones avidly working to try and repair them all. But with the number of casualties, and the shooting happening outside his bunker, signalling how many more there would be, it was unlikely that he'd be able to save them all.
It was a cold weight indeed, carrying this realization, Alpha Trion thought.
He turned his gaze down to the young mech before him, resting an energon-stained servo on his crown. "I'll do all I can to help you at least. May you help others in my stead."
3)My Hatred- Asphyxia
Black digits wrapped around his tender throat; the pain of energon lines and vent ways being crushed, overshadowed by the resounding slam of his helm being driven into the bulkhead. Gasping, he tried to focus on reality, move, fight back -slag, do anything that would make this pain stop! But he could only clutch and claw at the servo around his neck cables, broken vocalizer spitting ghastly strains of static and garbled noise. When he could again see, it was to find that silver behemoth filling his vision; leaning in close to the choking mech, his lip components quirked in disgusted arousal and his red optics flashing brightly.
"Why Starscream... have you nothing more to say?," growled the tyrant.
He could only writhe further, held aloft by the servo, pain -and suddenly pleasure- sparking erratically across his circuit net. All sense of fear and panic and the need to escape were ripped away from him next when a greedy mouth landed on his cockpit glass.
4) Still Alive- Jonathan Coulton
Shockwave could not smile.
He could not growl, or grimace or otherwise show some other sign of facial emotion. He had after all, no such visage with which to display such things, not as if he really needed one anyhow. The black void of his face and the bland yellow glow of his single optic was enough to strike fear into most 'bots' sparks. Though it wasn't the lack of a face that really terrified them.
It was the mech himself.
That demented, loyal, logical servant, always searching and plotting away. With his numerous experiments and his large hordes of victims. Because, everything was to expand their science, and henceforth, the betterment of Cybertron.
...Sick...
5) Let it Be- Nightcore
Tracks bopped to the rave beat, wings twitching frantically to the irregular bass, as if they were lost in the throes of passion. And the corvette so hoped that they would be soon...
He had so much to do, so many things to prepare, before Soundwave came for him! Time couldn't offer him enough to accomplish all of his errands. Of course, it didn't help that he kept getting distracted by the music, lost in memories of club nights so long ago, dancing -like he was now- when he had drawn the tapedeck's attentions. And how sweet a reward that had been. Tracks had never been happier, and tonight, he'd make Soundwave so too.
6) Streamline- Newton
"I-it's, uh... th-that is to say..." Perceptor trailed off, unable to find his words, bowing his head in slight shame and embarrassment. Smirking, Sideswipe inched closer to the microscope, looping an arm around the smaller shoulders.
"That is to say what, Percy?," he prodded, interested in what the other had to say. After all, it wasn't often that Perceptor stopped anyone in the halls to talk with them. Especially not the Twins, who he had seemed adamant to avoid in the beginning. Sunstreaker pulled up beside his brother, looming into the scientist's personal space as well; smirking to himself when he saw those gorgeous cheekplates colour with energon.
"I-it's nothing... r-really! I-i'm sorry... I'm sorry to have bothered you!," Perceptor cried, unable to take the two lamborghinis' presence any longer. He squirmed, trying to shove past them, and flee to the safety of his labs.
"Oh, no, no, no, Percy," they tsked, grabbing him easily and pulling him back. "I do believe there is something there."
"Something important...," the yellow one husked, leaning down to an audio.
"Something that we want to get into," his twin grinned. They chuckled lowly as Perceptor shivered.
7) Returns a King- 300
"It is my coronation!," Starscream screeched indignantly, tossing his cape behind him. "Now do it properly!"
The gathered Decepticons shifted uneasily at the shrieked demand, uncertain on how their new "leader" wanted them to act, and not one hundred percent certain they wanted to follow through with it anyways. But it wasn't as if they had a choice. Carefully, the constructicons started, blowing their trumpets, and heralding the start of the ceremony. Pleased with them, Starscream turned to Blitzwing, who was now bringing up the crown. The crown he would wear.
8) Spider-man Theme- Marvel VS Capcom
"What -no! Peter Parker was a whiny lil' glitch! The Hulk was much cooler!"
"Why? Because he lost his temper and would randomly trash stuff, like yourself?"
"Woah, Sunstreak'r! Chillax mech! 'Sides, the hulk ain't that great eith'r... Thor beats them all!"
"Nuh-uh, brother. It's Captain America, or it's nothing! Those other mechs have nothing on him."
Voices of protest cried out, disagreeing with their friend over who was the best super-hero, each hell-bent on screaming the "super amazing traits of their own choice."
9) Mission Impossible Theme song
"Doo-doo-do! Doo-dooo..."
"Me Grimlock say, what him Hot Rod doing?," the Dinobot leader asked, scratching at his nose in confusion. Arcee beside him shook her helm, staring along with Grimlock as Hot Rod continued to walk across the base in "stealth mode", still humming that infuriating tune.
"It's called, 'acting like an idiot'," she sighed, not wanting to go into anymore details.
"Whose acting like an idiot?," Springer called, coming out onto the patio. He saw his friend down below and started laughing. "Alright then, question answered!," he cried, laughing some more. Grimlock merely shuttered his optics, confused still.
10) Dj Mystic- La La La La La
Hound was finding it very hard to keep his servos to himself.
Sexy, beautiful Mirage twisted and twirled before him; streams of silk tied at each end to his wrists, sliding across white plating and that blue aft as the spy continued to gyrate and shake to the music. And all for the viewing pleasure of his mate. Those golden optics were the colour of amber, turned that way by the ligier's own arousal as he belly-danced for Hound, amused that the tracker was still keeping to his "rules". Touch him, even for a moment, while he danced and there would be no interfacing tonight.
With the way he was moving though, he thought he would have snapped already -frag or not.
After all, once those servos were all over him, how could he resist bending to the jeep's siege?
But Hound was being a good boy, and soon, Mirage thought -shaking his aft again, right in front of the tracker, glad to hear the hitching of intakes as he almost brushed the other's olfactory sensor with the blue plating- soon, he'd be deserving of a treat. A special, one of a kind, Noble treat. Mirage couldn't wait.
C.M.D: Bellah Danceh Mirage! XD Fun~