Summary: A drabble-ish music meme about our favourite Autobots and Decepticons; 10 songs only, slight language and mentions of Slash
Rating: T
Chapter 5
C.M.D: Look at that! Another one! Holy Frag... I just don't
stop with these things! Anyways, I don't know... these ones are kinda
meh-ish, in my opinion. I couldn't really get into the groove when
writing them, and really, my drawing companion to this one is even
worse.
...guess it was just one of those days...
1)You've got the touch- Stan Bush
"Touch It."
"No."
"C'mon- touch it!"
"I said 'no'! Leave me alone!"
"Awww,
Red," Sideswipe whined, grabbing the fleeing lamborghini and tugging
him back. Sunstreaker wisely stepped out of the way of the security
guard's flailing arms, sneering slightly as his paintjob was almost
scuffed. Neither of the other two mechs spared the ego-maniac a moment
of their attention, turning back to the object of their conversation
-the new search and rescue 'bot.
"Don't you just want to touch
him?," the red warrior cajoled teasingly, forcing Red Alert to look at
the firetruck. "All that glossy red paint, and that rugged frame. I
thought you were into those types of 'bot, Red."
Blushing, the
security guard struggled harder in his brother's hold, biting the black
servo and effectively forcing Sideswipe to release him. "Ouch! What the
slag Red!"
"I...," Red Alert panted, still blushing furiously. "I
refuse to give into your sick games. Now leave me alone to my duties,
please!"
"He's so not getting away...," Sunstreaker commented.
"Indeed not," Sideswipe agreed, as Red Alert ran away from his apparent crush.
2)Sons of liberty- Metal Gear Solid 2
Do
his best... that's what he had promised the strange flyers that had
come begging outside his repair bay, pleading for someone to save their
friend. Sighing, Alpha Trion stepped back from the mech's torn chassis,
looking around the rest of the room. Multiple 'bots were strewn out
along the floor and berths, his drones avidly working to try and repair
them all. But with the number of casualties, and the shooting happening
outside his bunker, signalling how many more there would be, it was
unlikely that he'd be able to save them all.
It was a cold weight indeed, carrying this realization, Alpha Trion thought.
He
turned his gaze down to the young mech before him, resting an
energon-stained servo on his crown. "I'll do all I can to help you at
least. May you help others in my stead."
3)My Hatred- Asphyxia
Black
digits wrapped around his tender throat; the pain of energon lines and
vent ways being crushed, overshadowed by the resounding slam of his helm
being driven into the bulkhead. Gasping, he tried to focus on reality,
move, fight back -slag, do anything that would make this pain stop! But
he could only clutch and claw at the servo around his neck cables,
broken vocalizer spitting ghastly strains of static and garbled noise.
When he could again see, it was to find that silver behemoth filling his
vision; leaning in close to the choking mech, his lip components
quirked in disgusted arousal and his red optics flashing brightly.
"Why Starscream... have you nothing more to say?," growled the tyrant.
He
could only writhe further, held aloft by the servo, pain -and suddenly
pleasure- sparking erratically across his circuit net. All sense of fear
and panic and the need to escape were ripped away from him next when a
greedy mouth landed on his cockpit glass.
4) Still Alive- Jonathan Coulton
Shockwave could not smile.
He
could not growl, or grimace or otherwise show some other sign of facial
emotion. He had after all, no such visage with which to display such
things, not as if he really needed one anyhow. The black void of his
face and the bland yellow glow of his single optic was enough to strike
fear into most 'bots' sparks. Though it wasn't the lack of a face that
really terrified them.
It was the mech himself.
That
demented, loyal, logical servant, always searching and plotting away.
With his numerous experiments and his large hordes of victims. Because,
everything was to expand their science, and henceforth, the betterment
of Cybertron.
...Sick...
5) Let it Be- Nightcore
Tracks
bopped to the rave beat, wings twitching frantically to the irregular
bass, as if they were lost in the throes of passion. And the corvette so
hoped that they would be soon...
He had so much to do, so many
things to prepare, before Soundwave came for him! Time couldn't offer
him enough to accomplish all of his errands. Of course, it didn't help
that he kept getting distracted by the music, lost in memories of club
nights so long ago, dancing -like he was now- when he had drawn the
tapedeck's attentions. And how sweet a reward that had been. Tracks had
never been happier, and tonight, he'd make Soundwave so too.
6) Streamline- Newton
"I-it's,
uh... th-that is to say..." Perceptor trailed off, unable to find his
words, bowing his head in slight shame and embarrassment. Smirking,
Sideswipe inched closer to the microscope, looping an arm around the
smaller shoulders.
"That is to say what, Percy?," he prodded,
interested in what the other had to say. After all, it wasn't often that
Perceptor stopped anyone in the halls to talk with them. Especially not
the Twins, who he had seemed adamant to avoid in the beginning.
Sunstreaker pulled up beside his brother, looming into the scientist's
personal space as well; smirking to himself when he saw those gorgeous
cheekplates colour with energon.
"I-it's nothing... r-really!
I-i'm sorry... I'm sorry to have bothered you!," Perceptor cried, unable
to take the two lamborghinis' presence any longer. He squirmed, trying
to shove past them, and flee to the safety of his labs.
"Oh, no, no, no, Percy," they tsked, grabbing him easily and pulling him back. "I do believe there is something there."
"Something important...," the yellow one husked, leaning down to an audio.
"Something that we want to get into," his twin grinned. They chuckled lowly as Perceptor shivered.
7) Returns a King- 300
"It is my coronation!," Starscream screeched indignantly, tossing his cape behind him. "Now do it properly!"
The
gathered Decepticons shifted uneasily at the shrieked demand, uncertain
on how their new "leader" wanted them to act, and not one hundred
percent certain they wanted to follow through with it anyways. But it
wasn't as if they had a choice. Carefully, the constructicons started,
blowing their trumpets, and heralding the start of the ceremony. Pleased
with them, Starscream turned to Blitzwing, who was now bringing up the
crown. The crown he would wear.
8) Spider-man Theme- Marvel VS Capcom
"What -no! Peter Parker was a whiny lil' glitch! The Hulk was much cooler!"
"Why? Because he lost his temper and would randomly trash stuff, like yourself?"
"Woah, Sunstreak'r! Chillax mech! 'Sides, the hulk ain't that great eith'r... Thor beats them all!"
"Nuh-uh, brother. It's Captain America, or it's nothing! Those other mechs have nothing on him."
Voices
of protest cried out, disagreeing with their friend over who was the
best super-hero, each hell-bent on screaming the "super amazing traits
of their own choice."
9) Mission Impossible Theme song
"Doo-doo-do! Doo-dooo..."
"Me
Grimlock say, what him Hot Rod doing?," the Dinobot leader asked,
scratching at his nose in confusion. Arcee beside him shook her helm,
staring along with Grimlock as Hot Rod continued to walk across the base
in "stealth mode", still humming that infuriating tune.
"It's called, 'acting like an idiot'," she sighed, not wanting to go into anymore details.
"Whose
acting like an idiot?," Springer called, coming out onto the patio. He
saw his friend down below and started laughing. "Alright then, question
answered!," he cried, laughing some more. Grimlock merely shuttered his
optics, confused still.
10) Dj Mystic- La La La La La
Hound was finding it very hard to keep his servos to himself.
Sexy,
beautiful Mirage twisted and twirled before him; streams of silk tied
at each end to his wrists, sliding across white plating and that blue
aft as the spy continued to gyrate and shake to the music. And all for
the viewing pleasure of his mate. Those golden optics were the colour of
amber, turned that way by the ligier's own arousal as he belly-danced
for Hound, amused that the tracker was still keeping to his "rules".
Touch him, even for a moment, while he danced and there would be no
interfacing tonight.
With the way he was moving though, he thought he would have snapped already -frag or not.
After all, once those servos were all over him, how could he resist bending to the jeep's siege?
But
Hound was being a good boy, and soon, Mirage thought -shaking his aft
again, right in front of the tracker, glad to hear the hitching of
intakes as he almost brushed the other's olfactory sensor with the blue
plating- soon, he'd be deserving of a treat. A special, one of a kind,
Noble treat. Mirage couldn't wait.
C.M.D: Bellah Danceh Mirage! XD Fun~
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