Pairing: Bayverse Hot Rod/Nitro Zeus

Rating: Mature

Details/Themes: Flirting, inappropriate touching, mentioned prostitution

That Lamborghini Autobot with the ferocious orange highlights and the sweet French accent was something alright. Nitro was flabbergasted at how nimble and absolutely stunning the mech could be on his pedes, battling even the likes of Megatron with such grace. Now that was a true beauty.

Hot Rod came to a halt when Nitro slammed down in front of him in a very Earth superhero-like fashion. He didn't know whether to attack or call for back up.

The cargo bomber whistled, "Boy, ain't you a mighty fine four-wheeler? If a sexy grounder like you is what the Autobot ranks have, sign me up for the cause."

"Flattery does nothing for you, crétin. Now state your business or I'll blow your organes génitaux off! Tout de suite!"

Right as the Autobot pulled out his gun, Nitro was fast enough to grab ahold of his arm and brought the smaller mech against his chassis. He chuckled as the mech leaned away. "Fiesty indeed." Hot Rod scowled while another voice sounded.

"Nitro, we have work to do, man! Quit messin' with that Autobot and kill him already!" Mohawk yelled.

"But why would I kill something so…lovely?" The Decepticon purred, stroking a digit under the smaller mech's chin.

"Suit yourself. Megatron ain't gonna be happy if he sees you fraternizin' with the enemy."

One servo drifted down Hot Rod's spine until it cupped his aft and immersed down in between his thighs, making him groan in superfluous pleasure. He hoped Bumblebee was somewhere nearby to save him from this torment. Some of the places the Con was touching were ridiculously sensitive and triggering the sensors there made irrepressible stimulation build. Considering he couldn't exactly see his own facial reactions, something told him Nitro was becoming encouraged because his body was betraying him. A part of him really wanted to let it continue but the reasonable side of him still lingered in his mind.

Nitro Zeus smirked, "I could make you feel wonderful for all eternity if you decide to leave those wimps behind and join up with Team Decepticon. We'd treat you right or maybe if you don't wish to leave, you can go behind their backs and visit me for a little time together. I'll even reward your services with anything you want."

"Je ne te soumettrai jamais, bâtard! Je ne suis la putain de personne!"

"So is that a yes?"

Hot Rod immediately head-butted the Decepticon and slipped out of his grasp, once again bringing his firearm up front and loaded. He was slightly taken back when Nitro shook the hit off like it was a swat and stared at him in surprise.

"Come on, baby, don't be like that! Don't play hard to get now. You know I'll pursue you more," Nitro sighed.

Keeping his distance, Hot Rod circled him. "You want moi, hmm? As disgustingly disturbing that is, I do admire your brass for such actions. Just know that I'll put a bullet in your face if you try it again without my consent."

"But you did like it, didn't you? You would have already shot me if you didn't. Those Autobots haven't paid any mind to you or your needs but I showed you desire although I admit I was too impolite. You want the attention but you just don't want it from me."

"Méchant, you no not what I want."

The Decepticon came close enough to where the gun was point blank to his chest. "Try me."

The speedster could tell a bluff when he saw one and Nitro was pretty dead serious for a bot who wanted to fuck him. The words of the mech replayed in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he did in fact realize no one on his team saw him as a valued member since he had been stuck in England for most of his time of Earth. Bumblebee at least saw him as a brother but nothing else beyond that and when they got into arguments, Bee was very possessive on certain subjects and retorted with insults almost through some sort of mistaken jealousy. To be fair, they were from the same generation of sparklings which was the last known to be created on Cybertron so temperament among familiars was bound to be a problem.

Lowering his weapon, Hot Rod grumbled, "You have a very sick personnalité to play with one's desires like that."

Nitro Zeus pointed at himself humorously, "Decepticon! No but really, you are a very fine mech and whoever doesn't wish to frag you is an idiot."

As objectifying as the comment was, it did make the Autobot smile a little.

"The offer's still open, by the way."

"For interface?" The grounder snarled.

The Decepticon shook his head, "For you to come with me to the winning team…and maybe some sex would be a great bonus."

Hot Rod narrowed his optics before turning away. "I…shall think on that, diable."

AN: This would be sexual harassment in the real world by the way so don't take cues from Nitro or you're probably going to prison. The original idea for this was a lot funnier in my head but I changed it to more serious note because my fics can't all be lovey dovey.