Sideswipe Muse Strikes back! -AKA, look ma! It's a request finished!
Title: Don't you want me, baby?
Rating: G
Warnings: None I can think of!
Pairings: Sunstreaker x Bluestreak when he's not a sparkling.
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Sparkling!Bluestreak.
Prompt: Prime, I shrunk the officers continuity - Chaos.
Requested by: nova_myth
Song in Question: Don't you want me, baby? - By Human League
"You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. When I met you~"
Bluestreak giggled and clapped with absolute glee while he watched his caretaker, Sideswipe shake his hips exaggeratedly from side to side, pretending to be singing a tune playing in a player he borrowed from Jazz.
"Don't you want me baby, Don't you want me oh~"
Bluestreak burst into a fit of happy giggles and clicks at the show the red Lamborghini was putting for him. The baby Datsun was sitting in the middle of the large Berth where he recharged with Sunstreaker. Sideswipe's own berth was all the way across the room in the opposite wall.
Sideswipe danced around, pulling what was perhaps the most laughable choreography in the known universe. He looked very satisfied with himself, after all he was keeping Bluestreak's attention on himself and that alone was quite the achievement, the sparkling gunner rarely kept his attention in one thing for more than thirty earth seconds.
"What the slag is going on here?" Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge and stalked his way to the berth where Bluestreak was sitting, enjoying Sideswipe's mock-up performance.
"What does it look like? I'm entertaining Blue!" Sideswipe huffed and crossed his arms, a bit upset about having his show so abruptly interrupted. "I thought you were on duty?"
"My shift's over, smart-aft," Sunstreaker gave his twin a disapproving look and picked Bluestreak who proceeded to make even more happy clicking sounds at Sunstreaker, happy to be in his arms.
"Details, details," The red Countach waved his hand dismissively, and began to dance around again, making a point to wiggle his aft as much as possible. "Now, let me finish what I was doing. Blue was having a great time before you came here and interrupted my interpretation!"
"Stop that, you're going go scare the slag out of him with that panoramic of your aft," Sunstreaker grumbled and set Bluestreak down in the ground.
"If my aft scares the slag out of him," Sideswipe gave a little jump to turn around, pointing forward while still shaking his hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music. "Then yours must give him nightmares because your aft is bigger than mine, oh dear brother of mine."
"Oh, you son of a glitch, you're asking for it!" The yellow Lamborghini pounced his twin, wrapping his hands around his neck, and began to shake him, making Sideswipe do a very good imitation of a bobbing-head toy.
"Lemme go, smart-aft!" Sideswipe retaliated his brother's attack, forcing them both into the ground, and rolling around, trying to pin down each other. Bluestreak's happy giggles and the sound of the automatic doors closing brought them back to the now and then and Sunstreaker was quick to realize they had left the sparkling unsupervised. With a hand still wrapped around his brother's neck, the golden Lamborghini looked over his shoulder, gasping in horror when he found Bluestreak wasn't in the spot he had left him before he pounced Sideswipe.
"You know," Sideswipe drawled dryly. "If you get the slag off me we can go and find him before he gets in trouble."
Sunstreaker growled lowly but nodded and helped his twin up. "Primus, I had no idea Blue could be so high maintainance,"
"I say we get him a leash," Sideswipe cackled but held his hands up apologetically when his golden brother glared at him. "Just a joke! Jeez, loosen up, Sunny, we'll find him."
The twins stalked out of their shared quarters and split around the dorms in search for the runaway sparkling. Despite his claims, Sideswipe was really entertaining the idea of using a leash around Bluestreak's waist to keep him from wandering around, though, locking the blasted doors properly would help out tremendously, too.
Sunstreaker followed the faint sounds of Bluestreak's giggles and clicks, but the sparkling was too fast and Sunstreaker was having a tough luck finding the baby Datsun. After several runs around the area and a few runs into Sideswipe who decided to start singing to attract Bluestreak, Sunstreaker was ready to go and plead, much to his dismay, for Hound's tracking assistance.
"Hey, Frick and Frack!" Blaster peeked his head out of his own quarters, "Did you two happen to lose something?"
"We did, in fact," Sideswipe clamped a hand over his twin's mouth before the golden Lamborghini could retort. "We can't find Bluestreak."
"Yeah, thought as much. You two might want to take a peek in here," Blaster chuckled softly and motioned for the twins to come into his quarters. Surely, Bluestreak was having the time of his life sitting on Steeljaw's back and enjoying a back ride all around the ample quarters of the Autobots' communications officer.
"You might want to install a tracker on this little guy, he seems to be picking up your bad habits, 'Sides," The tall orange mech crossed his arms and watched Bluestreak gleefully wave to the twins while Steeljaw continued the tour around the room.
Sunstreaker grumbled and made his way to the lion cassette, picking Bluestreak gently but giving him a stern look. "For Primus' sake, Blue, stop running away like that. You're going to make me sick one of these days."
Bluestreak's happy expression faded, and was replaced by an adorable pout. Sunstreaker heaved a sigh. "Just don't run away like that, please, Blue." Sunstreaker rubbed the tip of his nose against the sparkling's cheek, prompting soft, content clicks from the baby Datsun.
"We better take the chaos bringer to get his energon and a good recharge," Sideswipe thanked Blaster and headed back to the quarters he shared with his twin and the stuck-as-sparkling gunner.
"Hey, Sides,"
"Mm?"
"About that fight..." Sunstreaker rubbed the back of his neck, it was never easy for him to apologize.
"Don't sweat it, Sunny," Sideswipe smiled and turned around, walking backwards while he faced his brother. "I know you're very stressed and worried sick about Blue, and your stress relief is currently stuck as a sparkling."
"I know," Sunstreaker smiled weakly, nuzzling the sparkling he carried in his arms.
"But if you wanna get even..." Sideswipe grinned mischievously. Sunstreaker couldn't help but think he had just signed his spark to the devil.
"You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. When I met you~"
Bluestreak giggled and clapped with absolute glee while he watched Sideswipe and Sunstreaker shake their hips exaggeratedly from side to side, pretending to be singing a tune playing in a player borrowed from Jazz.
"Don't, Don't you want me?~"
The Lamborghini twins gave a little jump to turn around, pointing forward while still shaking their hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music.
"Don't you want me baby, Don't you want me oh~"
Rating: G
Warnings: None I can think of!
Pairings: Sunstreaker x Bluestreak when he's not a sparkling.
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Sparkling!Bluestreak.
Prompt: Prime, I shrunk the officers continuity - Chaos.
Requested by: nova_myth
Song in Question: Don't you want me, baby? - By Human League
"You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. When I met you~"
Bluestreak giggled and clapped with absolute glee while he watched his caretaker, Sideswipe shake his hips exaggeratedly from side to side, pretending to be singing a tune playing in a player he borrowed from Jazz.
"Don't you want me baby, Don't you want me oh~"
Bluestreak burst into a fit of happy giggles and clicks at the show the red Lamborghini was putting for him. The baby Datsun was sitting in the middle of the large Berth where he recharged with Sunstreaker. Sideswipe's own berth was all the way across the room in the opposite wall.
Sideswipe danced around, pulling what was perhaps the most laughable choreography in the known universe. He looked very satisfied with himself, after all he was keeping Bluestreak's attention on himself and that alone was quite the achievement, the sparkling gunner rarely kept his attention in one thing for more than thirty earth seconds.
"What the slag is going on here?" Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge and stalked his way to the berth where Bluestreak was sitting, enjoying Sideswipe's mock-up performance.
"What does it look like? I'm entertaining Blue!" Sideswipe huffed and crossed his arms, a bit upset about having his show so abruptly interrupted. "I thought you were on duty?"
"My shift's over, smart-aft," Sunstreaker gave his twin a disapproving look and picked Bluestreak who proceeded to make even more happy clicking sounds at Sunstreaker, happy to be in his arms.
"Details, details," The red Countach waved his hand dismissively, and began to dance around again, making a point to wiggle his aft as much as possible. "Now, let me finish what I was doing. Blue was having a great time before you came here and interrupted my interpretation!"
"Stop that, you're going go scare the slag out of him with that panoramic of your aft," Sunstreaker grumbled and set Bluestreak down in the ground.
"If my aft scares the slag out of him," Sideswipe gave a little jump to turn around, pointing forward while still shaking his hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music. "Then yours must give him nightmares because your aft is bigger than mine, oh dear brother of mine."
"Oh, you son of a glitch, you're asking for it!" The yellow Lamborghini pounced his twin, wrapping his hands around his neck, and began to shake him, making Sideswipe do a very good imitation of a bobbing-head toy.
"Lemme go, smart-aft!" Sideswipe retaliated his brother's attack, forcing them both into the ground, and rolling around, trying to pin down each other. Bluestreak's happy giggles and the sound of the automatic doors closing brought them back to the now and then and Sunstreaker was quick to realize they had left the sparkling unsupervised. With a hand still wrapped around his brother's neck, the golden Lamborghini looked over his shoulder, gasping in horror when he found Bluestreak wasn't in the spot he had left him before he pounced Sideswipe.
"You know," Sideswipe drawled dryly. "If you get the slag off me we can go and find him before he gets in trouble."
Sunstreaker growled lowly but nodded and helped his twin up. "Primus, I had no idea Blue could be so high maintainance,"
"I say we get him a leash," Sideswipe cackled but held his hands up apologetically when his golden brother glared at him. "Just a joke! Jeez, loosen up, Sunny, we'll find him."
The twins stalked out of their shared quarters and split around the dorms in search for the runaway sparkling. Despite his claims, Sideswipe was really entertaining the idea of using a leash around Bluestreak's waist to keep him from wandering around, though, locking the blasted doors properly would help out tremendously, too.
Sunstreaker followed the faint sounds of Bluestreak's giggles and clicks, but the sparkling was too fast and Sunstreaker was having a tough luck finding the baby Datsun. After several runs around the area and a few runs into Sideswipe who decided to start singing to attract Bluestreak, Sunstreaker was ready to go and plead, much to his dismay, for Hound's tracking assistance.
"Hey, Frick and Frack!" Blaster peeked his head out of his own quarters, "Did you two happen to lose something?"
"We did, in fact," Sideswipe clamped a hand over his twin's mouth before the golden Lamborghini could retort. "We can't find Bluestreak."
"Yeah, thought as much. You two might want to take a peek in here," Blaster chuckled softly and motioned for the twins to come into his quarters. Surely, Bluestreak was having the time of his life sitting on Steeljaw's back and enjoying a back ride all around the ample quarters of the Autobots' communications officer.
"You might want to install a tracker on this little guy, he seems to be picking up your bad habits, 'Sides," The tall orange mech crossed his arms and watched Bluestreak gleefully wave to the twins while Steeljaw continued the tour around the room.
Sunstreaker grumbled and made his way to the lion cassette, picking Bluestreak gently but giving him a stern look. "For Primus' sake, Blue, stop running away like that. You're going to make me sick one of these days."
Bluestreak's happy expression faded, and was replaced by an adorable pout. Sunstreaker heaved a sigh. "Just don't run away like that, please, Blue." Sunstreaker rubbed the tip of his nose against the sparkling's cheek, prompting soft, content clicks from the baby Datsun.
"We better take the chaos bringer to get his energon and a good recharge," Sideswipe thanked Blaster and headed back to the quarters he shared with his twin and the stuck-as-sparkling gunner.
"Hey, Sides,"
"Mm?"
"About that fight..." Sunstreaker rubbed the back of his neck, it was never easy for him to apologize.
"Don't sweat it, Sunny," Sideswipe smiled and turned around, walking backwards while he faced his brother. "I know you're very stressed and worried sick about Blue, and your stress relief is currently stuck as a sparkling."
"I know," Sunstreaker smiled weakly, nuzzling the sparkling he carried in his arms.
"But if you wanna get even..." Sideswipe grinned mischievously. Sunstreaker couldn't help but think he had just signed his spark to the devil.
"You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. When I met you~"
Bluestreak giggled and clapped with absolute glee while he watched Sideswipe and Sunstreaker shake their hips exaggeratedly from side to side, pretending to be singing a tune playing in a player borrowed from Jazz.
"Don't, Don't you want me?~"
The Lamborghini twins gave a little jump to turn around, pointing forward while still shaking their hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music.
"Don't you want me baby, Don't you want me oh~"