Poor Sunstreaker...
This is mostly the fault of my own brain making connections it shouldn't while looking at vejiraziel's posts...
Title: Sideswipe's Excellent Last Moments
Rating: PG-13
Setting: crack!G1
Summary: There's one thing Sideswipe's always been curious about, and while 'she' waits for Ratchet, 'she' has decided to indulge 'her' self. Much to Sunstreaker's dismay.
Notes: Part 6 of 'Prowl and Sideswipe's Excellent Adventure'
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"Whatcha doing?" Sideswipe asked curiously, peering over the scientist's shoulder. Said scientist let out a yelp and jerked away, clearly surprised, and Sideswipe grinned at him.
"Sideswipe...ah...hello." was the eventual response.
"Hello indeed." Sideswipe almost purred, leaning against the lab table with an amused smile. She ran her gaze up and down the mech in front of her, then casually glanced back down at the lab table. "So?"
"Ah?" Sideswipe looked back over at the scientist with amusement.
"What are you working on?" the red twin asked, her voice only lightly teasing.
"Oh, I'm investigating a new alloy that Skyfire's been experimenting with, it's quite fascinating. The meta-" the scientists stopped mid-word with a frown, giving Sideswipe a suspicious look. "Why do you want to know?"
"Just curious." Sideswipe said with her best innocent look, and the scientist frowned.
"I do hope you're not involving me or any of my materials in one of your...pranks." he said disdainfully.
"No no, nothing like that." Sideswipe murmured, pushing away from the table and sauntering over to the mech a few feet away. "I was just...curious. You and I never really have spent much time around one another. It seems the only time I see you is at briefings, and you're always all excited at those. So I thought I'd come see firsthand what gets you so...excited." The last was said in a purr as Sideswipe leaned in towards the mech in front of her, carefully staying just millimetres away from touching him, except for one hand, which lightly brushed a seam in the mech's armour.
"Wha - what are you doing?" the mech stuttered, looking shocked.
"Investigating." Sideswipe murmured innocently, letting her hand wander down to the mech's hips to play with the joints in the armour there, occasionally pushing past the armour to the sensitive wires below. The scientist in front of her let out the most delightful noises at that, only to suddenly shake himself.
"This - this is highly unap - unapprop -" the mech was suddenly cut off as Sideswipe leaned in and kissed him thoroughly. Only once he stopped trying to speak did Sideswipe pull away.
"You get so focused on and excited about your projects, and I've long wondered...are you like that with...everything?" she asked coyly. The scientist stared down at her, and Sideswipe could practically see the gears turning in his head. In an attempt to turn the gears in her favour, Sideswipe indulged herself in another bout of curiosity, sliding her hand up his side to caress the barrel attached to his shoulder. To Sideswipe's delight, the mech's optics almost instantly flicked off as he let out a deep moan. Sideswipe grinned to herself, then leaned in close to the scientist's audio. "Aren't you a little curious about how well Ratchet and Wheeljack made this disguise?" she purred, and held back a giggle as her answer was arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close.
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"Alright, Sunstreaker. Where's Sideswipe - she's up next." Ratchet said as he stepped into the med bay's 'waiting room', leaving Wheeljack in the med bay proper to finish the last of the scans before bringing the finally undisguised Prowl back on-line.
"I don't want to know." Sunstreaker mumbled from where he sat, curled up in a corner, hiding his head in his arms.
"Well, I need to know. I'm not going to wait around all day to remove her disguise." Ratchet replied, frowning at the yellow warrior. "And as I recall, you want it removed more than she does."
"Oh yeah, I do. I really do." Sunstreaker said mournfully, lifting his head from his arms and giving Ratchet a woeful look. "I'd be more than happy to go hunt him down and drag him in here."
"But?" Ratchet asked with an arched optic ridge, sensing there was more to the statement.
"But I know what he's doing." Sunstreaker said with a wince. "I'm trying to avoid finding out who with. Because I don't want to know. At all."
"Who he's..." Ratchet trailed off as he realized what Sunstreaker meant. "Oh for Primus' sake...didn't she get enough of horny mechs earlier today?"
"Evidently not." Sunstreaker said miserably. "Go find him for me?"
"Slag no. She's your twin. You're the one that can find her no matter where in the fragging galaxy she is. Plus, you could've just stopped her when she left." Ratchet said with a snort.
"He didn't tell me where he was going!" Sunstreaker protested. "Just...he's down the hall, somewhere close. Go find him, don't tell me who he's with."
"Sunstreaker, if you make me go find her, I will take pictures and force you to look at them." Ratchet threatened, then paused, considering, "Though, if she's down the hall, there's really only one mech -"
"GYAH! Don't!" Sunstreaker demanded.
"One way or the other, you're going to find out, Sunstreaker." Ratchet said with a scowl.
"No, no I'm not, I'm - oh." Sunstreaker paused, then smiled brightly. "He's done, and coming back."
"How lucky for you." Ratchet said dryly, shaking his head, and turned as the door opened. Then he stared in shock as Sideswipe pulled Perceptor into one last lusty kiss before sauntering inside, looking distinctly pleased with herself. Perceptor had a somewhat dazed expression on his face, which he shook away after a moment before giving Ratchet a polite nod and heading back down the hallway in the direction of his lab. Ratchet shook his head - for all that he'd been prepared to mention the idea to Sunstreaker, the medic hadn't actually believed that Sideswipe could manage such a feat. Apparently, however, a femme Sideswipe was even more adept at charming others into interfacing with her than a mech one was.
"That's it. I'm disowning you, Sideswipe." Sunstreaker moaned, letting his head fall back into his arms as the doors closed.
"What? You're the one who always said he needed a good interface or two to loosen him up." Sideswipe replied innocently.
"Med bay, Sideswipe. Now." Ratchet said, shaking his head. Sideswipe grinned and obeyed.
- END -
Supposedly, I have one more part planned in my head, but that's it, since both Prowl and Sideswipe will be back to mechs and most of the insanity will have ended...
Title: Sideswipe's Excellent Last Moments
Rating: PG-13
Setting: crack!G1
Summary: There's one thing Sideswipe's always been curious about, and while 'she' waits for Ratchet, 'she' has decided to indulge 'her' self. Much to Sunstreaker's dismay.
Notes: Part 6 of 'Prowl and Sideswipe's Excellent Adventure'
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"Whatcha doing?" Sideswipe asked curiously, peering over the scientist's shoulder. Said scientist let out a yelp and jerked away, clearly surprised, and Sideswipe grinned at him.
"Sideswipe...ah...hello." was the eventual response.
"Hello indeed." Sideswipe almost purred, leaning against the lab table with an amused smile. She ran her gaze up and down the mech in front of her, then casually glanced back down at the lab table. "So?"
"Ah?" Sideswipe looked back over at the scientist with amusement.
"What are you working on?" the red twin asked, her voice only lightly teasing.
"Oh, I'm investigating a new alloy that Skyfire's been experimenting with, it's quite fascinating. The meta-" the scientists stopped mid-word with a frown, giving Sideswipe a suspicious look. "Why do you want to know?"
"Just curious." Sideswipe said with her best innocent look, and the scientist frowned.
"I do hope you're not involving me or any of my materials in one of your...pranks." he said disdainfully.
"No no, nothing like that." Sideswipe murmured, pushing away from the table and sauntering over to the mech a few feet away. "I was just...curious. You and I never really have spent much time around one another. It seems the only time I see you is at briefings, and you're always all excited at those. So I thought I'd come see firsthand what gets you so...excited." The last was said in a purr as Sideswipe leaned in towards the mech in front of her, carefully staying just millimetres away from touching him, except for one hand, which lightly brushed a seam in the mech's armour.
"Wha - what are you doing?" the mech stuttered, looking shocked.
"Investigating." Sideswipe murmured innocently, letting her hand wander down to the mech's hips to play with the joints in the armour there, occasionally pushing past the armour to the sensitive wires below. The scientist in front of her let out the most delightful noises at that, only to suddenly shake himself.
"This - this is highly unap - unapprop -" the mech was suddenly cut off as Sideswipe leaned in and kissed him thoroughly. Only once he stopped trying to speak did Sideswipe pull away.
"You get so focused on and excited about your projects, and I've long wondered...are you like that with...everything?" she asked coyly. The scientist stared down at her, and Sideswipe could practically see the gears turning in his head. In an attempt to turn the gears in her favour, Sideswipe indulged herself in another bout of curiosity, sliding her hand up his side to caress the barrel attached to his shoulder. To Sideswipe's delight, the mech's optics almost instantly flicked off as he let out a deep moan. Sideswipe grinned to herself, then leaned in close to the scientist's audio. "Aren't you a little curious about how well Ratchet and Wheeljack made this disguise?" she purred, and held back a giggle as her answer was arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close.
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"Alright, Sunstreaker. Where's Sideswipe - she's up next." Ratchet said as he stepped into the med bay's 'waiting room', leaving Wheeljack in the med bay proper to finish the last of the scans before bringing the finally undisguised Prowl back on-line.
"I don't want to know." Sunstreaker mumbled from where he sat, curled up in a corner, hiding his head in his arms.
"Well, I need to know. I'm not going to wait around all day to remove her disguise." Ratchet replied, frowning at the yellow warrior. "And as I recall, you want it removed more than she does."
"Oh yeah, I do. I really do." Sunstreaker said mournfully, lifting his head from his arms and giving Ratchet a woeful look. "I'd be more than happy to go hunt him down and drag him in here."
"But?" Ratchet asked with an arched optic ridge, sensing there was more to the statement.
"But I know what he's doing." Sunstreaker said with a wince. "I'm trying to avoid finding out who with. Because I don't want to know. At all."
"Who he's..." Ratchet trailed off as he realized what Sunstreaker meant. "Oh for Primus' sake...didn't she get enough of horny mechs earlier today?"
"Evidently not." Sunstreaker said miserably. "Go find him for me?"
"Slag no. She's your twin. You're the one that can find her no matter where in the fragging galaxy she is. Plus, you could've just stopped her when she left." Ratchet said with a snort.
"He didn't tell me where he was going!" Sunstreaker protested. "Just...he's down the hall, somewhere close. Go find him, don't tell me who he's with."
"Sunstreaker, if you make me go find her, I will take pictures and force you to look at them." Ratchet threatened, then paused, considering, "Though, if she's down the hall, there's really only one mech -"
"GYAH! Don't!" Sunstreaker demanded.
"One way or the other, you're going to find out, Sunstreaker." Ratchet said with a scowl.
"No, no I'm not, I'm - oh." Sunstreaker paused, then smiled brightly. "He's done, and coming back."
"How lucky for you." Ratchet said dryly, shaking his head, and turned as the door opened. Then he stared in shock as Sideswipe pulled Perceptor into one last lusty kiss before sauntering inside, looking distinctly pleased with herself. Perceptor had a somewhat dazed expression on his face, which he shook away after a moment before giving Ratchet a polite nod and heading back down the hallway in the direction of his lab. Ratchet shook his head - for all that he'd been prepared to mention the idea to Sunstreaker, the medic hadn't actually believed that Sideswipe could manage such a feat. Apparently, however, a femme Sideswipe was even more adept at charming others into interfacing with her than a mech one was.
"That's it. I'm disowning you, Sideswipe." Sunstreaker moaned, letting his head fall back into his arms as the doors closed.
"What? You're the one who always said he needed a good interface or two to loosen him up." Sideswipe replied innocently.
"Med bay, Sideswipe. Now." Ratchet said, shaking his head. Sideswipe grinned and obeyed.
- END -
Supposedly, I have one more part planned in my head, but that's it, since both Prowl and Sideswipe will be back to mechs and most of the insanity will have ended...