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23 February 2009 @ 08:56 pm
[transformers g1] au - stimulation  
Title: Stimulation
Series: Transformers: AU
Characters/Pairings: implied Starscream/Optimus Prime.
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of intimacy, suggestive material, crack.
Word Count: 1430
Summary: The future of his career and of the Moulin Rouge hung on this encounter. He was pulling out all the stops. This is a work-in-progress. :]
Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own the Transformers. They belong to HasTak. I do not own the film Moulin Rouge! All belongs to their respective owners.
Author's Note: I regret very little NOTHING. And I blame shiome. 8D This would be this scene from the original movie.

He was handsome, he’d give him that; tall and regal in his dark suit. He certainly looked like a duke, but he wasn’t quite how Skyfire had described him. His shoulders rolled nervously as if he were wringing his hands.

“This is a wonderful place for a poetry reading, don’t you think?”

Starscream smirked as the gentlemech spun around, extending his arms to gesture around the Red Room. The long, extra folds of satin fabric hanging from his dress’ sleeves floated on the air. The future of his career and of the Moulin Rouge hung on this encounter. He was pulling out all the stops. 

He took just a moment to look over the duke as he turned around. The gentlemech had unclasped his hands, placing his arms at his sides with a desire for a confident appearance. In the hodgepodge lighting of the dance hall his optics had seemed a violet color, but upon closer inspection in clearer light they were a muted blue. A shade that seemed too gentle for a supposedly dangerous duke. What was intriguing was the mask that covered the majority of the mech’s face. An air of mystery -- Starscream liked that.

“Hmm? Poetic enough for you?” he pressed when no immediate answer was forthcoming. No matter how important the client, he was still simply a client. If he wanted to ‘read poetry’, then he would oblige. But he wouldn’t tolerate the staring game now that they were in private.

The duke still seemed surprised, perhaps confused -- what had he done, bumped his head on the way up? Isn’t this what he requested?

“Yes,” he replied simply, his voice deep and carrying the power that would suit his title. Now they were getting somewhere. 

Starscream’s eyes continued to flit over the large frame, all while he continued to act. The dark blue helm of the gentlemech was a format that he wasn’t accustomed to seeing -- he was probably more foreign than his typical customer. The broad chest that was visible beneath the suit and tie appeared a dark red. Interesting color scheme.

“Would you like a drink, maybe some supper?” he asked, picking a cube of high-grade up from out of the icebox on the table adjacent to the bed.

The blue optics, the only feature of the duke’s face capable of expressing emotion, displayed further confusion. Aggravating -- it was a simple question.

“Well, I’d rather just get it over and done with,” he responded carefully, though his words were more offensive than his tone. He possessed little tact, it seemed.

The courtesan exhaled sharply and replaced the cube on the table with some force. So now he wanted to get to the point. He wouldn’t call their business deal what it was on the dance floor, but in private he was much more direct. Starscream didn’t appreciate cowardice.

He composed himself and sauntered to the bed, “Very well, why don’t you get down here,” he cooed, sprawling himself across the silken sheets and eyeing the duke, “and let’s get it over and done with.”

The gentlemech’s confusion seemed to only worsen and he began to wring his hands once again.

“Miss-sir,” he caught himself, still having trouble understanding what had been explained to him on the dance floor. Starscream didn’t mind being mistaken for a femme from a distance, but he made sure to correct the misconceptions of his private guests. “I prefer to do it standing,” he explained matter-of-factly.

It was Starscream’s turn to be surprised, and he couldn’t control a small ‘oh!’ that slipped by his vocaliser. He gathered himself on the bed, prepared to do what an important client requested.

“Oh no, you don’t have to stand, I mean,” the duke was quick to amend, gesturing with his hands that Starscream remain on the bed. “It can be quite long and I’d like you to be comfortable. It’s modern, what I do, but I think you’ll enjoy it,” he made an attempt to explain what it was they were going to be doing, but failed. He obviously wasn’t skilled with words.

“I-I’m sure I will,” Starscream answered, remaining professional despite his and his client’s shared confusion. It was like they were talking about two completely different subjects and couldn’t get on the same page -- frustrating.

Then the duke began to mumble something unintelligible about the sky, and the Seeker couldn’t help but to cock his head as the larger mech went on:

“I think… there might be some shaking…”

“Um, is everything alright?” he interrupted this embarrassing display, unable to hide his annoyance. Was he taunting him? Did he understand that he had this opportunity with the Sparkling Diamond of the Moulin Rouge, and he was muttering nothing about nothing? Their business deal would go south if Starscream couldn’t keep the cap on his temper.

The duke looked at him exasperatedly, “It just takes a while. For inspiration…”

Something clicked. Starscream smirked and pulled himself off the bed.

“Oh, yes,” he crooned, believing that he understood. “Why don’t you let me help…”

The Seeker pressed against the duke’s frame, even as the larger mech tried to back away but bumped clumsily into the table supporting the icebox. (His fumbling was almost cute.) Starscream walked with his fingers up the broad chest, reaching to trace the strong jawline.

“Does that inspire you?” he murmured savagely, his other hand moving swiftly between the other’s thighs and grasped his crotch. He smiled at the gasp his ministrations elicited.

Suddenly, however, large hands clamped on his shoulders and Starscream froze. He had underestimated the duke’s strength on appearance alone.

“It’s a little bit funny,” he muttered, his hidden face drawn close by their position. “This feeling inside.”

Starscream’s optics blinked once, not understanding. The duke sighed and gently pushed him away. The Seeker stood still, more than dumbstruck, as the larger mech walked to the opposite end of the Room and leaned on the doorframe, looking upon the jagged cityscape that extended beyond their playhouse. The sky was painted generously with stars.

The duke sighed and turned back to him after a moment, “I don’t want to interface. I was under the impression that--”

The courtesan balked, “What? Then what did you mean, on the dance floor?”

“That I wanted to share some poetry with you,” he shrugged sheepishly. “You see I--”

“Poetry!?” Starscream exclaimed, “You were being literal! Primus…”

The Seeker huffed and crossed his arms. The duke looked away, interpreting that he had offended.

Several pregnant moments passed in awkward silence, before the larger mech sighed noisily through his vents again. He extended a hand, inviting the courtesan to enjoy the view with him.

Starscream tightened his jaw, not one to deny a client. He joined the duke at the backdoor of the Red Room, leaning his body along the contours of the opposite doorframe. He felt somewhat ridiculous now, if not embarrassed, in his lingerie.  

“And you can tell everybody,” the duke said, startling the Seeker somewhat after the silence, “that this is your song.”

They both moved to look at one another, but Starscream quickly looked away at catching the other’s eyes. This sentimentality was interfering in his work.

He sneered and started to respond when his hand was taken by the duke’s. Before he understood the gesture, they were swaying to some imaginary music -- the larger mech had been awkward on the public floor but seemed much more nimble in private.

“W-what--” the Seeker began to protest, but his voice faltered as he realized how close they were to edge of the Room, hanging precariously over the city of fog.

Still the duke continued, “I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words,” his words falling with a musicality that synchronized with their very spontaneous dance.

Starscream felt himself spin, the folds of his dress displacing the hanging mist that clung to the cold outside of their playhouse. The clouds were lost, suspended far too low in the sky coming to join them in this sentimental nonsense.

“How wonderful life is now you’re in the world,” he was apparently finished, a finality in his words and a smile in his expression. He spun Starscream one final time before letting him go again towards the inner belly of the Red Room.

The courtesan gawked for a moment before composing himself, running his hands over his lingerie in an attempt to smooth it out again.

“What was that?” he asked, feigning irritation to substitute amusement.

The duke’s expression only remained pleased, if not a little smug. “Inspiration,” he replied simply.
Current Mood: amused
TC loves planes ಠ_ಠ: Transformers_Starscream [smirk]shiome on February 24th, 2009 03:24 am (UTC)
I'm innocen--- nah, blame away if it means getting things like this. 8)

Loving it. Optimus would be terribly embarrassed in such a situation, (eeeh poetry), and Starscream's practical business-like attitude is just perfect.

...more please? ;)
+10 ATK: optimus |there I go - turn the page| spogoodnyte on February 25th, 2009 09:49 pm (UTC)
8D I swear to Primus I have a reason for him to be reading poetry... It's just really out of context until my head decides to want to write things in order.

I'm glad you liked it. *^.^* I'm such a blushing little dork. And if crack continues as crack typically does, there'll probably be a lot of this at some point. o-o;;;
TC loves planes ಠ_ಠ: Transformers_NobleSS [genius!]shiome on February 25th, 2009 10:09 pm (UTC)
Can't wait to find out, then! :D

I should feel guilty for encouraging more crack, but if it's THIS good- can't. More, more~
/camps out for it
redseeker: triple chrome dipped ★ bee&jazzredseeker on February 26th, 2009 10:07 am (UTC)
Oh man, between you and shiome, I find myself being sucked into this idea, and you know, I love it... XDDDD

Definitely requesting more as well, this is hilarious and sweet X3 ♥

Edited at 2009-02-26 10:07 am (UTC)
+10 ATK: optimus |there I go - turn the page| spogoodnyte on February 28th, 2009 02:01 am (UTC)
Aww, I'm glad you liked it. ^//^

This idea is so addicting... o-o;; Moulin Rouge and Transformers is something I probably wouldn't have paired without the help of shiome. 8D