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7.) Electric Six- “Danger! High Voltage”
Inferno was patient. He had to be.
After the first attempt to win over the affections of his friend ended with car alarms, sirens, and a trip to the med bay for an overheated processor, he had decided that he needed to rethink his plan of attack.
Inferno was never one you wanted to be bored or frustrated either. He had a bad habit of starting fires just to put them out.
Especially around Red Alert. Most of them were on pure accident. Getting flustered and shooting something or just setting a fire to get out of wanting to molest and show his true passion for him.
He was starting to think that Red Alert might think him insane. Or a bad bot and report him to Prime for his lack of safety.
Little by little, he started to get closer to Red. Desperate just for a little contact. A little reassurance that he was making progress with his friend.
Though a mech his size, a casual bump often lead to Red Alert being splayed out on the floor. Which was NOT helping his passion.
Eventually, Inferno gave up. Alarms or no alarms, he walked up to Red Alert and kissed him.
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8.) Placebo-“Infra-red”
It was a surprise the first time Prowl had seen the other ‘cop’. Many were surprised that a Decepticon would take such a form. They thought it was ironic and most likely used to fool the humans into trusting him.
Prowl knew better. He honestly couldn’t see him taking any other form but that of a police.
Cade hadn’t always been as he was. Prowl could recall chasing Barricade down back in the old days on Cybertron.
Barricade liked to run. Especially when Prowl was chasing him. He could recall the days when he’d catch Cade and try to talk sense into him. To talk him into returning to the academy with him. To join him and be his partner. He had so much potential. So much he could give.
He would have made a good cop. He was fast and strong and regardless of his choices, he had a pretty good sense of right and wrong. And he would have been a good friend. A good mate…
No, he wasn’t surprised to see him as a cop. He was positive that he had chosen that form on purpose. He would do the chasing now.
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9.) Snow Patrol - “Make this go on forever”
“Please brother, don’t do this.”
“I have to. Don’t you understand? They need us. They need a leader. They need a savior.”
“Let someone else do this. Let someone else lead them.”
“Are you going to lead them?”
“I didn’t say that… I just think…”
“I know what you think, Optimus. And it’s wrong. We were meant to be free. I will make sure we are. Are you with me or are you not?”
“I’m with you… I just… Must it end in violence?”
“It is the only way. I know we can do this if you’re by my side, Brother. We can do this.”
“Alright. I’m with you. I’ll always be by your side.”
“I couldn’t do it if you weren’t…”
“Are you afraid?”
“Yes. Are you?”
“I’d be a fool not to be, Megatron.”
“I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you.”
“Maybe I’ll be the one protecting you.”
“Protecting my spark? How noble.”
“Always protecting your spark.”
“You’re the only one I would ever let near it.”
“Mn. I promise I’ll take good care of it if you just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“It’s just this one battle. It’ll all be over before you even realize it. And then…”
“And then things will be better for us all…”
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10. Paula Cole-“Feelin' Love”
Sunstreaker hated this planet. It was filthy beyond filthy. It seemed everywhere he went, he was getting some sort of scuff and grime on him. It was generally known that at the end of the day, the wash racks were his. Though today, there was one bot that refused to wait his turn. Someone almost as haughty as he was.
Sunny didn’t mind. He could use the extra hands to get into all those deliciously tight places. And Tracks had the best hands around.
Engines rumbled softly as the hot water flowed over them. Hands caressing the delicate and pristine metal. Buffing out the scuffs and scratches.
Hot wax felt too good under those delicate fingers. Tracks knew all the best spots. He was made sure he got every last speck of grit out of his joints. Out of his chest. Out of his spark.
The other bots waited patiently for the two high class mechs to vacate the wash racks so they could take their turn. They tried not to feel awkward as the engines inside rumbled loudly in unison. At the cries and groans and steam that came out.
At last, the door opened and the two walked out, looking as pristine as ever.
7.) Electric Six- “Danger! High Voltage”
Inferno was patient. He had to be.
After the first attempt to win over the affections of his friend ended with car alarms, sirens, and a trip to the med bay for an overheated processor, he had decided that he needed to rethink his plan of attack.
Inferno was never one you wanted to be bored or frustrated either. He had a bad habit of starting fires just to put them out.
Especially around Red Alert. Most of them were on pure accident. Getting flustered and shooting something or just setting a fire to get out of wanting to molest and show his true passion for him.
He was starting to think that Red Alert might think him insane. Or a bad bot and report him to Prime for his lack of safety.
Little by little, he started to get closer to Red. Desperate just for a little contact. A little reassurance that he was making progress with his friend.
Though a mech his size, a casual bump often lead to Red Alert being splayed out on the floor. Which was NOT helping his passion.
Eventually, Inferno gave up. Alarms or no alarms, he walked up to Red Alert and kissed him.
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8.) Placebo-“Infra-red”
It was a surprise the first time Prowl had seen the other ‘cop’. Many were surprised that a Decepticon would take such a form. They thought it was ironic and most likely used to fool the humans into trusting him.
Prowl knew better. He honestly couldn’t see him taking any other form but that of a police.
Cade hadn’t always been as he was. Prowl could recall chasing Barricade down back in the old days on Cybertron.
Barricade liked to run. Especially when Prowl was chasing him. He could recall the days when he’d catch Cade and try to talk sense into him. To talk him into returning to the academy with him. To join him and be his partner. He had so much potential. So much he could give.
He would have made a good cop. He was fast and strong and regardless of his choices, he had a pretty good sense of right and wrong. And he would have been a good friend. A good mate…
No, he wasn’t surprised to see him as a cop. He was positive that he had chosen that form on purpose. He would do the chasing now.
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9.) Snow Patrol - “Make this go on forever”
“Please brother, don’t do this.”
“I have to. Don’t you understand? They need us. They need a leader. They need a savior.”
“Let someone else do this. Let someone else lead them.”
“Are you going to lead them?”
“I didn’t say that… I just think…”
“I know what you think, Optimus. And it’s wrong. We were meant to be free. I will make sure we are. Are you with me or are you not?”
“I’m with you… I just… Must it end in violence?”
“It is the only way. I know we can do this if you’re by my side, Brother. We can do this.”
“Alright. I’m with you. I’ll always be by your side.”
“I couldn’t do it if you weren’t…”
“Are you afraid?”
“Yes. Are you?”
“I’d be a fool not to be, Megatron.”
“I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you.”
“Maybe I’ll be the one protecting you.”
“Protecting my spark? How noble.”
“Always protecting your spark.”
“You’re the only one I would ever let near it.”
“Mn. I promise I’ll take good care of it if you just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“It’s just this one battle. It’ll all be over before you even realize it. And then…”
“And then things will be better for us all…”
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10. Paula Cole-“Feelin' Love”
Sunstreaker hated this planet. It was filthy beyond filthy. It seemed everywhere he went, he was getting some sort of scuff and grime on him. It was generally known that at the end of the day, the wash racks were his. Though today, there was one bot that refused to wait his turn. Someone almost as haughty as he was.
Sunny didn’t mind. He could use the extra hands to get into all those deliciously tight places. And Tracks had the best hands around.
Engines rumbled softly as the hot water flowed over them. Hands caressing the delicate and pristine metal. Buffing out the scuffs and scratches.
Hot wax felt too good under those delicate fingers. Tracks knew all the best spots. He was made sure he got every last speck of grit out of his joints. Out of his chest. Out of his spark.
The other bots waited patiently for the two high class mechs to vacate the wash racks so they could take their turn. They tried not to feel awkward as the engines inside rumbled loudly in unison. At the cries and groans and steam that came out.
At last, the door opened and the two walked out, looking as pristine as ever.