TF: Hedonistic Tendencies
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Starscream/Ratchet
Summary: Starscream finds a new mech at his regular club. And makes a discovery.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_rare_pairing June Challenge prompt - The sky is the limit. And pole-dancing Ratchet makes another appearance. (can’t remember whether it was vericus or vejiraziel who first came up with that idea!)
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Medics, he decided, were the only mechs really worth interfacing with. They knew exactly where to touch, and exactly how much pressure to use. And oh the overloads…
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Starscream would freely admit that he was a hedonistic mech; that he was up for just about anything as long as it was pleasurable and fun. Which was why he frequented the clubs he did. What he didn’t expect, however, as he slipped into his usual seat, was to see a new mech on the podium in front of him. White with red accents and dancing like he was made expressly for the stage. Which Starscream was sure he wasn’t, not judging by the faint outlines of crosses he could see on the mech’s shoulders. A medic trying to conceal his identity with a hastily applied temporary paint job. Still, it wasn’t for Starscream to judge. He was here to enjoy, and as he watched the mech grind against the pole, he knew he was definitely going to enjoy himself tonight.
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A few credit chits placed in the right hands, and the white medic was dancing solely for him. They were in a back room, quiet and private, and the mech was dancing just for him.
“What’s your name?” Starscream leant forward, face mere inches away from the mech’s plating.
“Now you know you can’t ask me that.” The mech purred, dancing away and turning his back on Starscream, doing some quick movement with his hips that had Starscream’s fans kicking in.
“So what can I ask you?”
“Almost anything, but that.”
“Hrrm… how about asking you to do more than dance for me?”
“I can do that. But it’ll cost you, you know the rules.” A sign that the mech knew that Starscream was a regular here.
“Oh that I do…” Starscream produced a handful of chits. “Now, what can I ask you to do for me?”
“The sky’s the limit…” The mech answered, shimmying closer to Starscream.