Trap [Transformers, Optimus Prime/Starscream, PG]

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Title: Trap
Author: yami_samuraiflo 
Rating: PG
Warnings: See the prompt.
Word Count: 804
Summary: "It was a trap, wasn't it?"
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Starscream: foot fetish - "What /is/ it about my thrusters that get you so revved up?"
A/N: Ensglish isn't my first language so the text is probably full of mistakes. Sorry.

How did he manage to get himself into messes like that? Frankly, he had no idea. It was either a natural ability or someone up there truly hated him – or if it wasn’t hate, it was certainly a strange sense of humor.

 

Of course, the Decepticon Air Commander had to admit there was worst things out of there than being given an offhand cleaning and the equivalent of a feet massage by the leader of the opposite warring faction. Of course, he would enjoy it better had he not been restrained.

 

Hands shackled behind his back, Starscream could only glare at Prime, sitting cross-legged next to him and who, after spending what seemed to be a whole hour on cleaning the grounded Decepticon’s feet, was now happily rubbing a chamois cloth on his legs, while the object of his ministrations was trying to not moan; without being as sensitive as the wings, Seeker’s thrusters were a good teasing spot for audacious wannabe lovers.

 

Starscream tried to not squirm too much. He couldn’t deny that Prime had very talented hands, and perhaps being detained by him wasn’t so bad. Still, something really bothered him about that...

 

“It was a trap, wasn’t it?” finally asked Starscream, bothered by Prime’s silence – well, not silence; Prime was humming while he worked. Starscream vaguely recognized the tune from an human’s movie with a princess and small creatures called dwarves, probably the squishies equivalent of the Minibots. For some reason, it truly angered him.

 

“What gave you that idea?” asked the Prime with – from what Starscream could see, and that was only his optics – a straight face. The Air Commander didn’t believe him for a second, but at least he had stopped humming.

 

The Seeker snorted. “Because nobody except this vain yellow monstruosity who tries to molest me and my fellow Seekers in each battle would conveniently carry cleaning solutions, wax, bottles of water, brushes of different sizes and an oversized chamois cloth in his subspace pockets because, I quote, ‘it might be handy to have them around’ and then proceed to use them on the Decepticon they just ‘caught’- ”

 

Optimus cut him off. “I didn’t really ‘caught’ you per se; you’re the one who landed when I called for you. And I wouldn’t have used the manacles on you if you hadn’t tried to shoot me once you noticed exactly in what you had landed.”

 

“So you admit that making me land in the mud was no accident after all,” insisted Starscream.

 

The Autobot’s leader tilted his head. “Well, I may have noticed the ground was quite slippery... You wouldn’t believe how much it rained around here these last days...” answered Optimus with false innocence.

 

Starscream hesitated between screaming his vocalizer off at him or kick him as hard as he could. However, he wasn’t feeling like screaming and he wasn’t exactly kind on the idea of already massacring Prime’s work on his feet...

 

Primus help him, he was starting to think like a certain psychotic Lamborghini.

 

Finally, he decided for nothing and just ended up shifting his position, putting his two legs on Prime’s laps. “I will never understand you. What is it about my thrusters that get you so revved up?”

 

A soft laught answered him. “Honestly? You have the most beautiful feet and such wonderful legs,” answered Prime, lifting one of Starscream’s legs near his face and running his lips against the newly cleaned limb. “They’re part of your best features. Smooth and delicate, like those of a femme,” he whispered before starting to kiss Starscream’s knees and working his way lower.

 

Starscream shuddered. Well, that was new; anyone else was more interested by the wings. He wasn’t exactly fond of the comparaison with a femme’s limbs – honestly, where did the other mech got that idea? –  but he had to give point for originality. In the back of his CPU, he wondered if the Prime treated Elita-One the same way.

 

Bah, no matter. Since he was stuck here for the time being, perhaps he could as well relax. But first... “Prime?” he asked quietly, squirming a little under Prime’s hands and lips. Primus, if he started using his glossa...

 

“Hum?” groaned the red and blue mech, glancing at him and temporarily deserting the Seeker’s leg with regret.

 

Starscream glared at him. If his optics had been fusion cannons, Optimus would have rejoigned the Matrix a long time ago. “You may touch my feet and legs as long as you want, but if you dare to put even a single finger on my aft, then I’m going to rip off your throat with my dental plates. Is that clear?” he asked ferocely, meaning every words.

 

Prime just smiled behind his mask. “Crystal,” he said simply before starting to rub the chamois cloth against Starscream’s thrusters once again.

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Comments

[xellos-otaku-21.livejournal.com]

XD "Whistle While You Work"... XDDDDD!

That was lovely. But now I've got an urge to draw something for this... Is cute.

Poke?
(http://dragcave.net/viewdragon/C2CF)

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmmm. Delicious. :D