Disclaimer: Own nothing, am sad D: (Don't own the song either)

Author's note: Okay, so you know how in the first chapter Starscream wanted a party, right? And then I kinda never brought it up again? _; Weeelll, BONUS CHAPTER! Lol, I stumbled across a Starscream vid on Youtube with the song "Sexy, naughty, bitchy" by Tata Young, and somehow wanting to do a songfic thing with it turned into the party that happened between chapters one and two. Aaaanyways, it's a little cracktastic, sorry for that. I re-wrote the lyrics a bit, and they're at the end of the chapter should anyone like to read them. Also, the fic would probably be more enjoyable if you'd heard the song, so, here:

http:/ www. youtube. com/ watch?v=2QRDjDRg5eA

Hope you enjoy!

Victory Is So Sweet…For Some

BONUS CHAPTER: Takes place between Chapters One and Two

By Elora Vashara

The twins had gotten Jazz to agree to head up some karaoke for their party, and their announcement started up a train of thought in Starscream that he couldn't bring himself to abandon. Teasing Optimus had been a lot of fun that day in his office, and now he had been handed an opportunity to tease him in front of everyone—with a valid excuse! He couldn't pass this chance up, it was just too good. He just had to find the right song…

After a whole day of searching and not really knowing what he was looking for, he decided a different approach was needed. What were a few adjectives to describe himself? Sexy, he decided, definitely sexy. But that was too broad a subject for human popular culture, so what else? Well, he was a tease…what word would Skywarp use? Naughty, he thought, I'll try that. What else…what had Skywarp called him once during one of his moods? Bitchy? That would work. Sexy, naughty, bitchy…let's see what that gets me.

He was a bit shocked to see a single song pop up in response to his search; its title was the exact words he'd put in. He played the track, head bobbing slightly to the beat as a grin spread over his face. This was the perfect song for what he had planned, it just needed a few adjustments.

A few days later, set up for the party in the rec room was underway and a stage had been set up for those doing karaoke. Jazz had his sound system set up and had a sign up list out and available for mechs to put in their name and song of choice. There were already a number of names on the list, which worked perfectly for Starscream as he entered his own name and song choice then resumed helping set up the extra party lights. He didn't want to start the show or end it—it took a few songs to get the audience warmed up and by the time the last bot had gone up attention had waned somewhat. He wanted all optics on him, but one pair especially.

Starscream had spent his free time rehearsing his revised lyrics for the song and making some slight modifications to his armor. He practiced shifting the appropriate pieces in and out of his armor's subspace and the movements of the routine until he was comfortable. Finally it was time for the party to start, and Starscream made sure every inch of himself was scrubbed and polished to a gleaming finish as he slanted his wings at an appealing angle, the edges appearing razor sharp. With a satisfied nod to his reflection he strutted out the door and down to the rec room, arriving fashionably late.

A bass beat was thrumming but any lyrics were being obscured by the chatter of the mechs already there, most sipping on a cube of high grade. As more arrived after him and time went by, some couples started dancing and the lights began to dim as the party livened up. Starscream had only had a few sips of his own cube of high grade as he sat at a side table, preferring not to be drunk for his performance, though others certainly didn't share the same inhibitions. He felt a pair of optics on him and let the sensation continue before coolly turning to meet his observer's gaze. His ruby optics locked with a familiar pair of cerulean ones and he let his gaze turn smoldering as a slow, sensuous smile spread over his lips. Optimus held the gaze for a moment before he seemed to realize what he was doing and averted his optics quickly. Starscream thought it was a shame the Prime had his battle mask on at the moment, and decided to try and fix it.

He leaned his elbow on the table, rested his chin off-center in his palm and began to stare at Optimus, who was busy looking everywhere but in Starscream's direction. He knew his staring wasn't going unnoticed as Optimus began to look increasingly uncomfortable. Unfortunately it seemed the red and blue Autobot was going to be stubborn and refuse to look his way anytime soon. Walking over to him and asking him to retract it wasn't an option, and neither was yelling something across the space between them. Neither of those methods were very fun. He had to break Optimus' concentration and get him to look over…Reflex, he realized as a plan came to him.

Starscream deliberately let the arm supporting his head slip and bang on the table top, knowing that despite the Prime's best efforts he would be highly tuned in to anything happening in this direction. His plan was rewarded when Optimus turned towards him quickly, gaze finding the seeker immediately. Starscream ducked his optics slightly and offered a slightly embarrassed grin, noting Optimus' response in the relaxing of his frame. He turned his expression more to that of one studying something they know is slightly off, his lips pursed and pushed to the side slightly. Optimus continued their silent conversation by widening his optics and lifting his shoulders slightly—clearly a "What?"

Starscream tilted his head and narrowed his optics slightly in scrutiny before relaxing and smiling, forming a mask over his face with his fingers then drawing them back in a short motion. Optimus narrowed his optics and shook his head. Starscream pouted, putting on his most plaintive expression—what Sam had jokingly dubbed his "puppy-dog eyes." Optimus met his expression sternly for a few long moments as they had a stare-down, then crumbled, sighing and retracting his battle mask. He slouched in his chair with a definite sulky pout on his face, lower lip jutting out. Starscream grinned in triumph as blue optics met his again. "Happy now?" Optimus mouthed at him, and Starscream nodded, satisfied.

Karaoke was starting, and Ironhide sat down next to Optimus as the quick bass beat of the first song started. He grinned at seeing his friend without his battle mask—it was hard to convince him to not wear it at parties or most of the time in general. He observed his leader's pout, then spotted the smug grin on a nearby Starscream and put two and two together. He nudged Optimus in the side, rousing the mech from his brooding and making him straighten in his seat. Optimus nodded at him.

"Ironhide."

"Optimus. I see he's got you wrapped around his little finger." His assumption was proven correct when his friend's gaze shot over to the seeker involuntarily before he growled and forced himself to look away.

"Does not."

"Does too. Y'know, it's nice to see you without your battle mask on for once…"

"Shut up."

"I'm just sayin'…" He waved a hand dismissively and trailed off as they listened to the first few singers, applauding when each was done. Ironhide started to get bored, and noticed Optimus' optics weren't on the stage—not surprisingly, they were resting on a certain seeker.

"You could do worse, you know."

"Huh?" Optimus jerked out of his reverie and faced his friend once more. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you an' him were to…hook up, I…think he could do some good for you."

"I don't even know how he would feel about…that. I don't know what I think about that. It's just…Starscream? Really? He's just—"

Optimus was cut off by a familiar voice starting a song and his attention and Ironhide's were directed to the stage.

"I pick all my mods to be a little too sexy," From behind the curtain at the edge of the stage peeked a long, scantily plated silver and blue leg that led straight into a similarly clad cherry-red hip, bouncing in time to the beat. "Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty." Half the seeker was now visible and it appeared that the slightly scandalous plating continued over most of him. His hip plating had been modified heavily, longer strips hanging down and rustling with each movement, much like a skirt. He stepped out into the spotlight, his stance radiating confidence and superiority. "When I'm out with my trine, I always play a bit bitchy—Can't change the way I am, sexy, naughty, bitchy me."

As Starscream headed into the first verse, Optimus gestured towards him discreetly and mouthed to Ironhide, "—That." His treacherous processor (perhaps brought on by a bit too much high-grade) chimed in helpfully, And that's everything I want, right there.

The performance continued, Starscream's optics never leaving Optimus as he strutted, danced, and flicked his hips and wings along to the beat and lyrics. The Autobot leader did his best to pay attention to the lyrics, but Starscream seemed to know just what movements were best to draw his attention to various shapely parts of his body—thrusters, wings, Primus, that faux-skirt was really far more alluring than it should have been. As Starscream sang the second verse, something about turning up to classes an hour late, he thought he heard Skyfire mutter something like, "Slagger did that and still got top honors…"

Optimus realized somewhat belatedly that Starscream had a pretty decent singing voice, which, he reminded himself, was the first thing he should've noticed. But, given the display before him, his processor just wandered off into a brief fantasy of the seeker writhing in ecstasy beneath him, crying out his name in the throes of passion. Shaking his head to rid himself of the tantalizing image, he tuned back in to the song just as the refrain was beginning.

Starscream swung his hips side to side lazily as he sang, "Sexy, sexy, sexy…" He then planted his pedes slightly further apart than shoulder-width, swung his wings forward as far as they could go and ran his fingertips over the glossy surface, arching his back as he practically moaned, "Naughty, naughty, naughty…" And with a sharp about-face he strutted away from the edge of the stage singing, "Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy...me." He repeated the sequence, then launched into the bridge and chorus once more, loving that Optimus never took his optics off him. As far as he was concerned at the moment, he and Optimus were the only ones in the room.

By now, Optimus had come to the conclusion that he had to corner the seeker somewhere, sometime, and get him to make noises like that. He wanted to be the one—the only one—to make Starscream gasp and moan and cry out for more. He wanted to take his time and explore every inch of that beautiful body, and he wanted to feel Starscream, to touch the essence of what made the brilliant, sharp-tongued, flighty seeker the way he was. Optimus realized, somewhat distantly, that Starscream was making a point with the song: Make sure you know what you're getting into here. Starscream certainly kept his fair share of secrets, but Optimus had come to know him fairly well, enough that he was more than willing to make the leap. But what if he was wrong? What if Starscream was just being a flirt (well, more than usual, anyways)?

The song drew to a close ("Can't change…I am…Sexy, naughty, bitchy me!") and everyone applauded—Starscream even earned a few wolf-whistles as he disappeared behind the curtain. Ironhide chuckled at Optimus' expression, an odd mixture of desire and apprehension, plus a dropped jaw.

"You could just go jump him," he suggested lightly, wondering if Optimus was even paying attention right now.

"Exactly what I'm going to do. Wait, what? Slag no! I couldn't do that now, it would send the wrong message." The red and blue mech scowled, snapping his mask back into place as he realized what kind of expression he must have had on his face, given Ironhide's grin.

"And what kind of message are you tryin' to send him?" Ironhide asked, curious, but feeling he already knew the answer, even if Optimus didn't completely.

"That…" Optimus paused, considering his words as a plan hatched itself. "That he wants me as much as I want him…" A slow grin formed as he developed his idea. Payback for all the teasing the seeker had done thus far, "and a taste of his own medicine."

AN2: Oh Optimus. You see where trying to be cerebral gets you? Ah, well. Hey, if you have a second, review, and here's the lyrics if you want to read through them at all.

Sexy, Naughty Bitchy Sung by Tata Young, words modified in this version by Elora Vashara

Chorus:

I pick all my mods to be a little too sexy

Just like all my thoughts they always get a bit naughty

When I'm out with my trine I always play a bit bitchy

Can't change the way I am

Sexy, naughty, bitchy me

I'm the kind of mech that femmes don't like

I'm the kind that mechs fantasize

I'm the kind your carrier and creator were afraid you'd turn out to be like

I may seem unapproachable

But that's only to the mechs who don't have the right approach or mode

that makes a mech like me wanna hook up and roll

Bridge:

People think it's intimidating when a seeker is cool with their sexuality

I am just so true to the stereotype seekers hate staying home being innocent

Chorus:

I pick all my mods to be a little too sexy

Just like all my thoughts they always get a bit naughty

When I'm out with my trine I always play a bit bitchy

Can't change the way I am

Sexy, naughty, bitchy me

My mouth never takes a holiday

I always shock with the things I say

I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class 'bout an hour late

And when it comes to the mechs I'd lay

I'd always pick the ones who won't figure out

That I was still a rebel to the idea of monogamy

Bridge:

People think it's intimidating when a seeker is cool with their sexuality

I am just so true to the stereotype seekers hate staying home being innocent

Chorus:

I pick all my mods to be a little too sexy

Just like all my thoughts they always get a bit naughty

When I'm out with my trine I always play a bit bitchy

Can't change the way I am

Sexy, naughty, bitchy me

Sexy, sexy, sexy…Naughty, naughty, naughty…Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy…Me

Sexy, sexy, sexy…Naughty, naughty, naughty…Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy…Me

Bridge:

People think it's intimidating when a seeker is cool with their sexuality

I am just so true to the stereotype seekers hate staying home being innocent

Chorus:

I pick all my mods to be a little too sexy

Just like all my thoughts they always get a bit naughty

When I'm out with my trine I always play a bit bitchy

Can't change the way I am

Sexy, naughty, bitchy me

I like all my plates to be a little too skinny

Unlike all of my guys, I like them tall with e

I love all of my nights to end a little bit nasty

Can't change the way I am

Sexy, naughty, bitchy me

I pick…My mods…to be...sexy

Just like…my thoughts…a bit…naughty

When I'm…out with…my trine…bitchy

Can't change…I am…

Sexy, naughty, bitchy me