TF_Speedwriting: The other kind of Sightseeing

[silberstreif]

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, Thundercracker or anything recognizable.

Beta: No.

Continuity: G1
Characters: Devastator, Reflector, Hound, Mirage
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Prompt #6 Photo (Sphinx)
Warnings: erotic
Summary: Every debt has to be paid, and Devastator is owing to Reflector.

The other kind of Sightseeing

Critically, Scrapper eyed his surroundings, the old heaps of stones and the ever shifting sand that kept getting into every crack his frame had. The whole area was completely unsuited to ever build anything it. He hated it.
"And it has to be here?"

"Yes."

Scrapper sighed, knowing that this time his team had to do as told. "I don't see what makes this place special."

One Reflector looked at him, the other two didn't stop preparing the lights. "I thought you're an artist?"

"I'm a designer," corrected Scrapper. And he was good at it, too. Still, he couldn't see why of all ugly places on earth, Reflector had to choose this one. Here weren't only too much sand to not long for a deep maintenance and those strange heaps, but so many humans that not stepping on them was a small miracle. At least Bonecrusher was taking care of the last problem.

"Figures, that you don't understand. You create, but I find beauty. I always look for something special and worthwhile and these pyramids are it." With an loving gleam in the optics he looked back to the stone heaps. "They are needed to make the shoot perfect."

Hook who sat on the nearest heap snorted. "Perfect? You call this decrepit ruin perfect?! Pit, if I took a handful slag and threw it, it would look better than these skewed and senseless buildings of an delusional architect who probably had never even heard of a proper corner..."

Reflector had known Hook's rants for millennia and did the only right thing – he ignored the perfectionist.

"Scrapper!" yelled a too excited voice. Reflector ignored it, too, but Scrapper couldn't. Slag whoever gave him the job of a teamleader. He turned and as expected Scavenger was running into his direction clutching – something.

"What is that?"

"I don't know." Scavenger smiled. "But look, it has this strange shape, it's not natural!"

Only vorns of getting used to his teammate kept Scrapper from saying something regrettable. "It's a stone."

"Yes, yes, but it's a special stone!"

No, it wasn't. It was just a ridiculous big stone with a ridiculous shape that reminded him of this silly thing organics had in their faces.

"Do you see this and this, I'm sure that humans have formed it deliberately thousands of years ago!"

"Great." Scrapper felt like screaming that no one cared about a stupid stone. "Now put it away and tell me what the others are doing."

Scavenger smiled, happy that Scrapper hadn't taken away his new treasure. "Bonecrusher is chasing humans. Long Haul doesn't want to transform and still stands on the parking site and Mixmaster... is doing something with the sand."

Something that was probably a very complex and dangerous experiment with a very good chance at exploding. But at least the three weren't doing something really stupid like that one time on Rusco, a jungle planet that afterwards was declared a desert planet.

"I'm ready!" Reflector walked to Scrapper. "I hope you all visited the wash racks?"

Scrapper gritted his teeth. "Yes." As the annoying camera instructed. "Which heap is it?"

Reflector pointed towards the most strangely shaped one. Of course, it simply couldn't be one of the more normal ones.

"It's the Sphinx, truly unique and -"

"I don't care." He commed his team. "After six shots the debt is paid, right?"

Reflector smiled. "Right. One shot for each of your team."

It was fair payment for Reflector's help with the covering of the Constructicon's last experiment gone wrong. Megatron had been furious as he discovered the destruction of base 77. With Reflector's forged photos they had managed to blame the Autobots and saved their heads.

The loud sound of an engine was the first sign that the others came to them. Bonecrusher had a big grin on his face, and the designer felt a stab of annoyance as he saw all the red smeared across the previously perfect paintjob. The clashing colours were an insult to his aesthetics.

Reflector thought the same and between them, they forced Bonecrusher to clean himself up.

Long Haul was still in his truck form, sulking that he had to be on the photo. After over four hundred vorns of avoiding even the smallest photo, this was a nightmare for him. That someone felt worse than himself about this whole thing was the only thing that gave Scrapper positive thoughts.

Mixmaster on the other hand was now quietly chatting with Scavenger, both looking far too interested at this strange stone. And wasn't Mixmaster looking surprisingly bulky? Hopefully, he hadn't decided that in taking tons of this sand was a great idea... on a second thought, hopefully it was just sand he had loaded and not something acidic or explosive or...

Scrapper felt a headache coming.

"I still think that all this is beneath me," complained Hook.

Scrapper didn't bestow him with an answer. "Everyone ready? Then let's get over with this." And the familiar sequence started. "Devastator combine!"

At the very least, was his last thought, no one but Reflector will witness our humiliation.

~O~

Hound knew that he was gaping, but he thought that the circumstances gave more than adequate reason to do this.

"Are my optics malfunctioning?"

Mirage slowly, disbelievingly shook his head: "If you too see Devastator riding on the Sphinx, while Reflector is making photos.... then no, they're working perfectly."

"But..." Hound searched for words to explain the bizarre scene, but couldn't find any. Especially as Reflector shouted instructions and Devastator bend forward and gave the camera such a coy look that even the Autobots shuddered.

"Optimus to troop two. Do you need reinforcements?"

"Eh..." Hound couldn't turn his optics away. "I don't thinks so..." Was Devastator really bending his back and lifting a leg?

"No? Witnesses claim that Bonecrusher was sighted."

"Well... yes. He's here."

Another photo, another instruction. Devastator turned on his back and opened – holy Primus! He hadn't even known that combiners had such equipment! Were his vents working faster?

"Hound? Is everything alright?" Good old Prime, he actually sounded worried.

"Yes, yes."

Reflector didn't seem satisfied and went over to put the legs into the right places, on both sides of the Sphinx. Devastator was surprisingly limber. Those sure hands around the gigantic ankles, small Reflector commanding a titan... Oh, he could feel himself growing hot.

Okay, Hound, concentrate on your job! You're a soldier, act like one. He gulped.

"Bonecrusher is here with his team and Reflector. But they're not doing anything... dangerous." Just something very risqué and erotic.

"Really?"

"Yes. They're..." What do you call this? "Sightseeing. Together."

"Good to hear." And Prime sounded so relieved that Hound felt guilty. "Please observe further and inform us if anything changes."

"I will. Hound out."

Reflector was adjusting the head and then stepping away. The image of Devastator was everything but innocent. Hound never thought that the combiner could look so ready and willingly to be ravished.

"So, we're under orders to observe." There was a slight smile in Mirage's voice. "What grave duty we have."

"Terrible boring in this case." Hound grinned as the combiner tried another position. "What do you think we'll have to pay do get these photos?"

"Too much probably. But I'm sure Reflector will trade."

~silberstreif

Comments

[silberstreif.livejournal.com]

The tricks are so close to manipulation...

Thanks. I would like to see those songs, always searching for new ones. ^^

[neverminetohold.livejournal.com]

Well, it IS manipulation, using our psychology against us - but then, that's as old as mankind and they don't exactly break any laws, so - what can you do?

The first part, anime related songs, is uploaded ^-^