Display (Transformers, Combaticons/Jazz, M)

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Title: Display
Author: yami_samuraiflo 
Rating: M
Warnings: Combaticons being the Combaticons.
Word count: 732
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Combaticons/Jazz (see Starscream's Brigade): hostage - If Starscream would not let them dismantle him, maybe they could find some other use for him.
Summary: "Starscream never mentioned we couldn't have fun in... another manner."

 

Starscream was a real bother, they all admitted it. However, he was still a helpful bother, so they weren’t ready yet to go off on their own. Not without the energy absorbers that they were currently lacking. Damn that slagged sparkling of a glitch…

 

Still, there were at least two energy absorbers already available to them, they thought as they glanced to the two captive Autobots. The red midget spent his time glaring at them and insulting them every few clicks while the black and white one with a visor stayed quiet and silent.

 

They were useful hostages… for now anyway, or so Starscream had explained before leaving. Meaning, they couldn’t be harmed… too much. Which didn’t sit well with Vortex who, after thousands of vorns without a body, was eager to get back to his art.

 

But Onslaught had been very clear about that. No killing the two Autobots, even the annoying midget, and no ripping out their vocalizers either. Damn, he was bored, and he wasn’t the only one, he noticed. Swindle seemed contemplative as he looked carefully at each of their captives with a very serious face and a glint of something in the optics.

 

Oh, the Interrogator recognized this look. It was the special ‘I’m evaluating something/someone’s worth and trying to decide just how much I can get by using/selling it’ look of Swindle’s. Interesting…

 

Swindle, while not his favorite mech, sure knew how to turn a deal in his favor and knew very well how to evaluate a situation. So, what did he find so interesting in the two soon-to-be offlined Autojerks?

 

He didn’t have to wait long to know.

 

The merchant mech cleared his vocalize loudly, calling everyone’s attention on him. “Say, gentlemechs… How long has it been since we had such a pretty face and such a nice aft at our disposal?”

 

The other Combaticons all looked at each other’s faces. Too damn long, they agreed on that, and they would gladly get some on Cybertron in one of those bars they had liked so much… provided they were still open anyway.

 

But with the planet in the hands of Shockwave, who had a fragging stick up his exhaust when it came to spending time with mechs or femmes of little virtue, they doubted they were. A shame, really.

 

“Now, now, I think you know very well where I’m headed with such a comment,” Swindle continued with a daring smile. “Starscream, as sad as it is, won’t agree to a good execution for the time being. However, he never mentioned we couldn’t have some fun in… another manner,” he finished lazily while moving in front of the two prisoners, who had become very still and silent.

 

The red Minibot looked worriedly at his fellow Autobot, who just shrugged with a thin smile and silently mouthed – for their comm. links were disabled – to him ‘whatever happen, don’t make any sound’.

 

“Now, look at those well-shaped calves and those sexy hips that, I’m sure you will agree with me, just beg to be grabbed. And let’s not forget his slim waist and his very advantageous chest,” he added while running a hand on the aforementioned chest; the only reaction he received was what sounded like a huff from the bound Autobot.

 

“Is that all?” asked the mech sounding bored and yawning at them.

 

They all stared at him. This was not what they had expected. Usually, when faced with such a threat on thir virtue, Autobots tried to kick and scream and writhe away from their bonds while pleading for them to not touch them. But this one

 

“Come on, mechs! The way you’re going at it my mech,” he added while turning his optics toward Swindle, “One would think I’m a simple low class whore. I’m so much better than that,” he almost purred while spreading his legs slowly and as widely as possible. “Don’t you think so?”

 

“Like what you see? There is… so… much… more I could show you.” The Special Ops mech winked at his captor in an almost seductive way, making Cliffjumper choke on a scream. Any other time, he would have started screaming profanities and accusing Jazz of treason, among other things.

 

However, he could see the black and white mech’s fingers making a succession of signs for him, a curious system he had picked from humans and that he had insisted everyone on the Ark learn.

 

‘Don’t.’ ‘Move’. ‘Don’t’ ‘Speak’.

 

Well, that was easier said than done, but the red Minibot had to admit that since Jazz had started acting up, nobody was focused on him anymore. Perhaps, if he tried to fight once again against his bonds, he would finally manage to free himself… Was that Jazz’s plan? Or was he stalling to gain them some time for Starscream to return? For all his faults, the prissy Seeker wasn’t known to indulge himself, or remotely support, ah, alternative means of torture.

 

Hard to say. Still, Jazz was taking a big risk there. Mouth closed and optics narrowed, Cliffjumper started praying silently to Primus to send them a miracle.

 

He certainly wouldn’t want anything worst to happen than for Jazz to put a show for their captors…

 

Comments

[narmoture.livejournal.com]

Is that it?? Oh, such a tease!

But I loved it really, Jazz's response to Swindle made me giggle hysterically! XXD