Sideswipe/Leo Rare Pairing
I have this thing for Leo... and I think I'm one of the very very few people that adore him, so... yeah. 83
Title:A Thing for Accents
Setting: ROTF
Rating: PG
Characters: Sideswipe, Leo
Summary:With Sideswipe as his guardian, it looks like they'll have to get along somehow.
Prompt:"I have a thing for accents."
Disclaimer: If I owned Transformers, things would be very, very different. >:
At first, guardian and human didn’t mesh so well.
Where Sideswipe was brash and downright bold with his very clear dislike of anything organic touching his upholstery, Leo was equally as stubborn when it came to not caring in the least, mostly because he wasn’t entirely observant in the first place.
Much like his college dorm room, Sideswipe’s interior wasn’t quite as… clean as the Autobot would have liked, especially since he was implicitly denied the ability to transform while on duty as guardian unless there were Decepticons within a certain radius. The daily increase of mountain dew bottles and taco bell bags that rolled along his floormats with his every movement made for a very unhappy Autobot indeed, and Leo didn’t seem to get why the silver mech’s mood became more and more displeased with every passing day.
He’d tried, dear Primus he’d given the human multiple signs of his irritation, but after the fifth day Sideswipe snapped, the barely contained, brightly colored fluid sloshing around in his interior shaving stellar cycles from his very existence out of sheer anxiety.
“Get out,” Sideswipe growled through his radio while, conveniently, driving down the highway.
Leo, sprawled in the passenger seat (Sideswipe outright refused to be driven and instead chose a rather outlandish hologram to do the job instead), sputtered. “W-what? You’re drivin’ man, I can’t-“
“Get that overly caffeinated hydrogenated corn syrup out of my interior within the next five seconds or it will be you on the side of the road instead.” His tone conveyed no hint of sarcasm or simple playful banter.
“Hey muchacho, ¡lo puedo explicar!-“
“Out.”
With a flurry of motion the half dozen or so bottles flew out of the sleek Corvette’s window, bouncing harmlessly off of the concrete and over the side of the road.
Sinking into the seat, Leo muttered a string of expletives in Spanish and something about how he just had to get the vainest Autobot in their ranks to be stuck with.
Sideswipe’s engine purred, and he continued on his way to Diego Garcia in a considerably better mood.
**
By their third week in each other’s company, they had thankfully shared more than a few sentences that didn’t involve being thrown out while driving and being unceremoniously keyed while in recharge.
Leo learned very quickly that there was to be no food or drink inside Sideswipe’s cabin, and if that meant he didn’t get spliced in half by one of the Autobot’s shiny and quite deadly wrist blades… then those sour patch kids and the amps just weren’t worth the risk.
After their initial incident Leo realized that Sideswipe wasn’t really that hard to talk to, if you knew how to stroke his ego properly, of course. That and, for some strange reason, the Autobot made this contented rumbling sound with his engine every time the dark-skinned youth rambled off in Spanish. Very odd, but Leo wasn’t about to complain.
“Yanno, man, I think I saw you before I really saw you guys,” Leo remarked off-handedly, fiddling with his laptop in Sideswipe’s cabin while in the parking lot of his dorm.
Therealeffingdeal.com had admittedly lost its touch after the events in Egypt. National security still prohibited any talk of the Autobots or any of the things that he had witnessed, leaving his sparking imagination on whether they existed or not somewhat pale. His friendships with Fassinator and Sharkatron had waned as well, leaving him with little to occupy his time beyond the Autobot guardian, his school work and, of course, parties.
“I highly doubt that,” the Corvette snorted derisively, basking in the sunlight and the many, many women (and men) oogling in his general direction.
“Vamos hombre, we ain’t stupid - don’t respond to that - and I’m pretty sure we caught a vid of you on my site.”
“Why do you do that.” Sideswipe asked suddenly, though he phrased it as a statement.
Confused, Leo stared at the dashboard in bewilderment, “Do what? The site?”
“Your languages. You’re mixing two of them together. Why?”
Shrugging, the youth tap tapped on his laptop. “I dunno, man,” he muttered, checking his profile on facebook for the tenth time. “It just happens. Don’t realize I’m doin’ it.”
The Autobot rumbled thoughtfully, and after that he’d gone silent altogether.
**
Two months in found Leo right after mid-term exams, and today he’d listened to Sideswipe whining about the numerous mud splashes on his flanks enough times to warrant a wash three times over.
They’d driven to a nearby coin wash, which, by the Autobot’s standards, wasn’t nearly up to par but would have to do for today, as Leo had a party to attend tonight.
“You’re lucky you’re the hottest car in the city, hombre,” Leo muttered as he started the first rinse.
“Luck is for amateurs,” Sideswipe purred, rocking on his wheels as he felt the wash rub away the caked on mud and dirt. “Besides, you and I both know you’re basking in the attention as much as I am.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the youth responded with a laugh, pressing the button for the soap and working over the perfectly sculpted hood, “’Guess you’re right.”
Leo couldn’t deny the statement, as much as he wished he could. It was true. Sideswipe really was the hottest car in the city, and that status certainly upped his advantage with any lady friends that happened to pass by.
“Of course I’m right,” the Autobot responded haughtily. “That’s why I’m your guardian, because I know things.”
“Ay Dios mio…” Leo rolled his eyes, spending a considerable amount of time on Sideswipe’s grille.
The idling engine revved minutely from his muttered words, and Leo flicked the hood with a spray of water.
“What’s your problem, man?” He asked, hands working under one wheel well. “You do that engine thing every time I speak en Español.”
“I’ve found I have a… thing, for accents,” Sideswipe admitted after a long moment, voice disturbingly soft. “…your accent.”
Leo paused and, for the first time in years, he found his cheeks tinting in a decidedly dark blush.
Title:A Thing for Accents
Setting: ROTF
Rating: PG
Characters: Sideswipe, Leo
Summary:With Sideswipe as his guardian, it looks like they'll have to get along somehow.
Prompt:"I have a thing for accents."
Disclaimer: If I owned Transformers, things would be very, very different. >:
At first, guardian and human didn’t mesh so well.
Where Sideswipe was brash and downright bold with his very clear dislike of anything organic touching his upholstery, Leo was equally as stubborn when it came to not caring in the least, mostly because he wasn’t entirely observant in the first place.
Much like his college dorm room, Sideswipe’s interior wasn’t quite as… clean as the Autobot would have liked, especially since he was implicitly denied the ability to transform while on duty as guardian unless there were Decepticons within a certain radius. The daily increase of mountain dew bottles and taco bell bags that rolled along his floormats with his every movement made for a very unhappy Autobot indeed, and Leo didn’t seem to get why the silver mech’s mood became more and more displeased with every passing day.
He’d tried, dear Primus he’d given the human multiple signs of his irritation, but after the fifth day Sideswipe snapped, the barely contained, brightly colored fluid sloshing around in his interior shaving stellar cycles from his very existence out of sheer anxiety.
“Get out,” Sideswipe growled through his radio while, conveniently, driving down the highway.
Leo, sprawled in the passenger seat (Sideswipe outright refused to be driven and instead chose a rather outlandish hologram to do the job instead), sputtered. “W-what? You’re drivin’ man, I can’t-“
“Get that overly caffeinated hydrogenated corn syrup out of my interior within the next five seconds or it will be you on the side of the road instead.” His tone conveyed no hint of sarcasm or simple playful banter.
“Hey muchacho, ¡lo puedo explicar!-“
“Out.”
With a flurry of motion the half dozen or so bottles flew out of the sleek Corvette’s window, bouncing harmlessly off of the concrete and over the side of the road.
Sinking into the seat, Leo muttered a string of expletives in Spanish and something about how he just had to get the vainest Autobot in their ranks to be stuck with.
Sideswipe’s engine purred, and he continued on his way to Diego Garcia in a considerably better mood.
**
By their third week in each other’s company, they had thankfully shared more than a few sentences that didn’t involve being thrown out while driving and being unceremoniously keyed while in recharge.
Leo learned very quickly that there was to be no food or drink inside Sideswipe’s cabin, and if that meant he didn’t get spliced in half by one of the Autobot’s shiny and quite deadly wrist blades… then those sour patch kids and the amps just weren’t worth the risk.
After their initial incident Leo realized that Sideswipe wasn’t really that hard to talk to, if you knew how to stroke his ego properly, of course. That and, for some strange reason, the Autobot made this contented rumbling sound with his engine every time the dark-skinned youth rambled off in Spanish. Very odd, but Leo wasn’t about to complain.
“Yanno, man, I think I saw you before I really saw you guys,” Leo remarked off-handedly, fiddling with his laptop in Sideswipe’s cabin while in the parking lot of his dorm.
Therealeffingdeal.com had admittedly lost its touch after the events in Egypt. National security still prohibited any talk of the Autobots or any of the things that he had witnessed, leaving his sparking imagination on whether they existed or not somewhat pale. His friendships with Fassinator and Sharkatron had waned as well, leaving him with little to occupy his time beyond the Autobot guardian, his school work and, of course, parties.
“I highly doubt that,” the Corvette snorted derisively, basking in the sunlight and the many, many women (and men) oogling in his general direction.
“Vamos hombre, we ain’t stupid - don’t respond to that - and I’m pretty sure we caught a vid of you on my site.”
“Why do you do that.” Sideswipe asked suddenly, though he phrased it as a statement.
Confused, Leo stared at the dashboard in bewilderment, “Do what? The site?”
“Your languages. You’re mixing two of them together. Why?”
Shrugging, the youth tap tapped on his laptop. “I dunno, man,” he muttered, checking his profile on facebook for the tenth time. “It just happens. Don’t realize I’m doin’ it.”
The Autobot rumbled thoughtfully, and after that he’d gone silent altogether.
**
Two months in found Leo right after mid-term exams, and today he’d listened to Sideswipe whining about the numerous mud splashes on his flanks enough times to warrant a wash three times over.
They’d driven to a nearby coin wash, which, by the Autobot’s standards, wasn’t nearly up to par but would have to do for today, as Leo had a party to attend tonight.
“You’re lucky you’re the hottest car in the city, hombre,” Leo muttered as he started the first rinse.
“Luck is for amateurs,” Sideswipe purred, rocking on his wheels as he felt the wash rub away the caked on mud and dirt. “Besides, you and I both know you’re basking in the attention as much as I am.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the youth responded with a laugh, pressing the button for the soap and working over the perfectly sculpted hood, “’Guess you’re right.”
Leo couldn’t deny the statement, as much as he wished he could. It was true. Sideswipe really was the hottest car in the city, and that status certainly upped his advantage with any lady friends that happened to pass by.
“Of course I’m right,” the Autobot responded haughtily. “That’s why I’m your guardian, because I know things.”
“Ay Dios mio…” Leo rolled his eyes, spending a considerable amount of time on Sideswipe’s grille.
The idling engine revved minutely from his muttered words, and Leo flicked the hood with a spray of water.
“What’s your problem, man?” He asked, hands working under one wheel well. “You do that engine thing every time I speak en Español.”
“I’ve found I have a… thing, for accents,” Sideswipe admitted after a long moment, voice disturbingly soft. “…your accent.”
Leo paused and, for the first time in years, he found his cheeks tinting in a decidedly dark blush.