Space-Coyote Ugly [OPEN]

[aircommanderp]

WHO: Starscream and [OPEN]
WHAT: Starscream does his less than flattering job. It's Starscream's shift and patrons are allowed to come in and request a dance for a small fee. Make sure you have plenty of credits, though, he'll want good tips!
WHERE: The Mile High Club.
WHEN: TONIGHT BROTHA.
WARNINGS/NOTES: This is one of those FUN threads where

Comments

LAP DANCE AHAHA OH GOD

[endless_avarice]

Dirge was not in a good mood. Recent times had been very stressful for the clone, from Lugnut's death to the failed attempt on Blackout's spark. He found he was in dire need of some way to relax and it had occurred to him that beating the slag out of his stupid creator might just do the trick

LMAO SO MISGUIDED YOU ARE SIR

[aircommanderp]

Just ten cycles off his last job and there was another one already signed up. The bouncer pointed him out and for the second time that night, Starscream could practically touch the distaste that washed over him.

Great.

Great.

Moreover, this would be tend kinds of awkward... he might as well go figure out what the heck Dirge actually wanted. He figured there was more to it than the other Seeker simply wanting to get his robot rocks off. So to speak.

Sauntering over, Starscream leaned on the table.

Quirking an optic ridge he slid his servos across the table and leaned in lower.

"Okay first- what are you doing here? Second- what do you want from me?"

YOUR FAULT

[endless_avarice]

Wow, this place really was good with it's service. There was Starscream, right in front of him and he hadn't had to do much of anything to get him there. This was a lot easier than waiting around under a berth all night.

"I can't get into your house anymore," Dirge replied with a shrug, not at all bothered that he was admitting to trying to break in again.

Oh~ Dirge loved that question.

"Everything you've got. But right now- mostly I need you to work off some tension," he said, proud of himself for prioritizing.

YAY

[aircommanderp]

"Hmm. You disgust me." Regardless, it would be amusing to watch his greedy clone work himself into a frenzy when denied permission to touch him.

"If you so much as lay one servo on me, my big friends over there by the bar will trash you so hard you'll need a GPS to locate your aft. Got it?" He began the movement protocols that put him perfectly in tune with the music. Just because he'd started his dance didn't mean he was done talking however.

"Quite frankly I know you simply can't control yourself. It'll be amusing to watch them drag you out and crush you into iron filings." He leaned closer, stroking his servos down his clone's chassis.

The two seemed to actually be drawing the rest of the club's attention- after all, Dirge was a Seeker to... so it was like.

Free.

Pervert.

Entertainment.

[endless_avarice]

Dirge twitched, ready to start beating the hell out of Starscream like he'd planned. He got as far as making a fist before his creator so politely informed him that he had bodyguards ready to intervene at any moment.

...And Starscream was moving now...in a sultry manner...touching him. He was challenging him to that game! The clone grit his dentals, hissing a breath though his vents at the other's words.

"I can...and I will," he ground out, wings flattening against his back. All he had to do was not think about how good Starscream looked and how much he wanted those talons on his cockpit and his back and...

...this game was hard.

[aircommanderp]

His wings would occasionally twitch, metal flight components shifting ever so slightly. The kind of thing the patrons of this club seemed to soil themselves over. Starscream narrowed his optics, tracing one claw down his clone's cockpit canopy.

"I thought you wanted to kiss me, worthless clone." He rumbled, taking a seast in Dirge's lap, arching his back.

"And look at you just sitting here. You can't decide can you. You want me? Or you want to kill me. Or both." He stood and turned around. It was his ultimate goal to provoke the other Seeker into touching or attacking him.

"You really are the most pathetic of my creations... even more so than Skywarp." He managed to make his degrading words sound like sultry whispers. He was in Dirge's lap again, facing him this time, cupping his vents in either hand.

"And when the time come I'll kill you and pluck that AllSpark fragment from your spark chamber."

[endless_avarice]

The clone's intakes hitched at the feeling of the claw on his cockpit, right where he'd wanted it. His own fingers twitched, clamped to either side of his seat in an attempt to force them not to wander.

"I do... I want to see what you taste like..." he murmured, head drifting forward towards Starscream's face before he caught himself. The hated addition of 'worthless clone' helped a little to curb the desire- though it just made him want to punch him- which was also against the rules.

Yes, he did want to do both- and it wasn't the first time his desires had conflicted that way. It wouldn't have bothered him- except he wasn't allowed to do either. At least, not here

[aircommanderp]

It was going perfectly according to his desire. Dirge was just barely restraining himself. He leisurely draped his arms around the greedy clone's neck and reached around to wriggle a claw under his chin.

"Ohhh, tsk... so violent. Also foolish. What good would it do you? Would it make you feel better about how worthless you are?" He nuzzled against the side of his helm in some mockery of affection.

"Air Commander. A title means nothing, really. I could call myself King of Kaon but that wouldn't make it accurate." He stood up again and turned around, showing Dirge his back. A bold move, and an insult in every sense.

"You want to take my wings? I dare you to try."

[endless_avarice]

Why did he constantly insist on using that word? Dirge hated it almost as much as the word 'share', especially when applied to him. His only purpose in life was pretty much to accumulate worth- the only pleasure he received came directly from what he could gain. Silently, the jet wondered why there was no clone of 'cruelty'- considering how much a part of Starscream's personality it seemed to be.

"Megatron gave me that title...," he protested, systems running hot from the affectionate contact that wasn't really affectionate at all. It was torturous to have something so close and be unable to take it. His original mission of stress relief had become an absolute disaster.

Dirge stared at those wings... So beautiful- he knew his were the same, but these were a nicer color and he couldn't see his own very well... The clone couldn't hold back a soft, pathetic whine.

"Let me touch them..." he pleaded, hands already reaching out.

[aircommanderp]

So perfect... he just had to enrage him enough so that he wouldn't be asking permission.

"You want them? No... you can't touch." He swatted the clone's hands away, sitting down in his lap again and squirming faintly, sliding his claws down his own legs, bending over and then rolling himself back into a standing position.

"Doesn't it make you angry? Something you could so easily just take... but I say you can't, so you can't."

They were attracting quite a crowd actually, optics leeringa t them from every corner of the room while the music blared.

You've got me wondering why, I- I like it rough- I like it rough-

He could care less for a lot of the music they played here, but it had a defined beat that was easy to follow as he leaned back and splayed himself across the other Seeker's table.

[endless_avarice]

Dirge made a strangled noise at the refusal, practically shaking with anger as Starscream rolled about tauntingly in his lap. The clone couldn't possibly have picked a game to be worse at then a test of will power. He would have been hard pressed to resist taking anything he was interested in but it somehow made it worse that it was his creator saying these things- mocking him for the insatiable avarice Starscream was responsible for!

"I can't..." he ground out, wings trembling, "...take it anymore!" Dirge launched himself at the other jet with a hungry growl, aiming to steal a kiss from that infuriating mouth.

[aircommanderp]

And there it was- Starscream reeled backwards, throwing up his hands to block Dirge's face from meeting his own and the two toppled out of the chair.

"HELP! HELP I'M BEING ATTACKED! KILLFACE! BEARINGCRUSHER!" The two bouncers who presumably went by those designations sprang to life and lumbered toward the two Seekers.

Not being terribly bright, Killface yanked what he thought was the perpetrator up by the wing. In the low light, however, it was hard to tell clones apart.

Starscream howled and then a fist met his face with a deafening crunch.

"NOT ME YOU IDIOTS! HIM! THE ONE WITH THE BAD PAINT JOB!"

A pause as they faltered.

Sigh.

"THE GREEN AND YELLOW YOU FOOLS!"

They quickly turned their aggressions on Dirge. At last.

[endless_avarice]

All Dirge managed to get was a mouthful of Starscream's fist for his trouble, falling forward onto the other jet. The bouncer's he called for were quick to separate them- albeit, picking up the wrong one at first. Finally they seemed to figure out who they should be bouncing and they soon had Dirge by both arms. The clone struggled, kicking a large heeled foot at Starscream.

"AH! YOU JERK! I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME!" he screeched as he was dragged towards the exit.

"I HATE YOU! AND YOUR DANCE MOVES SUCK!" Dirge braced himself against the doorframe, still hollering. The managed to pry him off with a bit of difficulty and prepared to toss the clone out into the street.

"AND YOU'RE LOOKING KIND OF FAT LATELY T-" he didn't get to finish that sentence. The door swung shut and the bounces moved away, dusting off their hands.

Dirge sat up against the brick wall and rubbed his helm, one wing bent at a strange angle. "Note to self... ask Blackout about self-control programs..."