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ayngelcatTitle: Aerialsuitors
Universe: G1
Rating: M
Characters: Starscream, Thrust, Silverbolt.
Warnings: Adult themes, description of previous sexual acts
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: #2: "Scenario: Three people in a small room (closet, small briefing room). At least two of them dislike each other, at least two of them are from different factions/combiner teams and at least two of them had interfaced at least once in the past.
Notes Too awesome a prompt to ignore – although a challenging one to come up with something in the time! Not beta’d, ends too suddenly and could be much improved, but the idea amused me so maybe I go back to it without time restraints :D. I never wrote anything about Thrust or Silverbolt before.
AERIALSUITORS
“For once I think your scheme has merit!” Megatron had said. “Offering to train the Aerialbots is a brilliant idea! Oh how naive that they cannot see how our show of goodwill is a ploy to learn their strengths and weaknesses so we can destroy the Autobots! Yes - it has my approval. With one condition ...
Starscream had looked at him, darkly. “What condition?”
Megatron had smiled that smile. “That you and Thrust do this together; that your two trines cooperate in an unprecedented display of goodwill and Decepticon Seeker cooperation.”
Starscream’s optics had narrowed. “You have to be joking! he’d burst out.
But Megatron’s optics had narrowed more, and flared bright red. “It will happen with Thrust on board,” he had said menacingly, “or, I assure you Starscream, it will not happen at all!
***********
Starscream was unable to prevent his lip from curling as he regarded his companion.
“I hope I do not need to emphasise further the importance of this scheme – which I thought up, incidentally! Now I would have been quite happy to handle it on my own, but apparently I need you, Thrust. Do you understand this?”
The red jet looked at the brightly coloured Seeker with comparable contempt. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, would I, Starscream?” he said in his characteristic drawl.
Starscream cast his optics over Thrust in a condescending manner, one usually guaranteed to generate at least some unease – even in the coneheads. But today, he frowned.
“You’re looking rather spruced up aren’t you, Thrust?” he ran his optics again over the gleaming red paintwork with the black trims, the carefully polished helmet – not that he would have called Thrust ‘shabby” but the mech didn’t usually go to these extremes. A cynical sneer appeared on his faceplates. “Is there a - reason?”
Now Thrust did look a little embarrassed. “Yeah well – this Aerialbot leader. He’s uh – you know – bit of a looker ain’t he? Sophisticated – like. Didn’t wanna look like a drongo .... might put him off.”
Starscream laughed out loud. “Thrust I can assure you, it wouldn’t matter how many paintjobs and steamcleans you had, you would still look like a drongo ...” then his expression changed, his optics flashing angrily. “So don’t go getting any ideas!”
Thrust’s faceplates twisted into a knowing smile. “None that you haven’t acted on already, Starscream! But don’t be thinkin’ the pleasure’s all yours!”
“We’ll see about that!” snapped the red and blue seeker.
******
The slender white and red Aerialbot leader had been sitting anxiously in the small, rather stifling briefing room, the hands with the little winglets attached twisting anxiously in his lap. Was this really a good idea? It had all happened so fast with Starscream, and it had been so unexpectedly nice.
And he had been so ‘helpful’ ever since ..... offering to help him cure his fear of heights and train the other Aerialbots and take Slingshot in hand; and all with a guarantee that nothing would be used against them – even though Megatron might be led to think otherwise.
“Let the fool think what he likes!” the Seeker had murmured, trailing a hand down the concord’s nosecone. “Some nice plans I have for us aside from his ridiculous strategies.” And he had kissed him sensuously, just the last kiss in a line of many others during the course of that night’s so unexpectedly passionate interfacing. “Have no fear,” he had said also, “I will treat your colleagues as if they were my own creations!”
He really was very sweet and thoughtful. Not like how the other Autobots said he was at all!
Nevertheless, the flier’s sensor net tingled nervously as footsteps sounded in the corridor, and then the door hissed open. And then, there he was! Silverbolt’s spark gave a little lift. However, it sank again, as there right beside him was – that red one. The mean one. The ugly one. The one who was friends with that miserable look-alike who was so good at ruining the day, and that other maniac who did nothing but blast them out of the sky.
Not that Silverbolt should really begrudge them all this. It was their jobs, after all! But they was so - crude and uncivilised about it. Especially this one now here in front of him.
And yet – Thrust looked – different. He was all kind of polished, and as they came in, he smiled a charming smile, making him almost good looking. His red optics twinkled as, opening a compartment in his arm, he drew out a pretty crystal structure in the shape of an Earth bird. “For you!” he said graciously, holding it out.
“Why thank you ...” Silverbolt had never been given anything like that before. Delighted, he took it, holding it up to the light.
“If you don’t mind, we have business to attend to!” Starscream looked furious. With a sudden jolt to his circuits, Silverbolt rapidly concealed the gift in one of his wing compartments.
“Err – of course ....” he said, smiling at Starscream, whose face softened as he smiled back, although he still simmered underneath – Silverbolt could tell - and Thrust’s optics were still upon him – although, to his surprise, this was not unpleasant.
******
“Training logistics!” said Starscream. His optics glanced up and down Silverbolt’s frame, and the flier’s sensor net tingled. “What I suggest is that the Aerialbots each be assigned a Decepticon. I have already decided on the allocations! Skywarp will take Fireflight, Thundercracker – Air Raid. Ramjet will have Skydive and you, Thrust, will devote your attention to Slingshot ... “ He smiled a wide smile. ”I, of course, will be giving my attentions to you, Silverbolt ...”
The Aerialbot leader flushed, hot inside.
“Now wait a minute!” said Thrust! “Why does your lot get the best pickings ? And what about Dirge?”
“Dirge is far too much of a misery to include in this scheme at all!” Starscream snapped. “We’re looking for improvements. Not casualties! And Slingshot is a difficult customer who will no doubt benefit from your heavy handed and bull-headed tactics!”
“Who’re you callin' bull headed?” Thrust looked angry, his face taking on a mean and pinched appearance.
Silverbolt cringed inside. If only they didn’t have to argue! He was sure they were both very good teachers – them and all their colleagues. Provided they didn’t shoot the Aerialbots out of the sky it didn’t matter – although he did wish Thrust hadn’t said that about ‘pickings,’ or that Starscream had at least pulled him up on it!
“The subject is closed!” Starscream’s optics blazed, but that charming veneer came over Thrust again. “Uh - I think our guest should choose for himself!” he said, smiling. “He doesn’t need you to make up his mind, Starscream! Autobots – they’re into free choice,” he smiled, “Ain’t that right, Silverbolt?”
Well – it was. And Thrust – well that really was very understanding of him! Much more than Silverbolt would have thought him capable of! In fact, as the conehead gave him another twinkling smile, Silverbolt thought he was also actually rather nicer than everyone made out. And not unattractive!
The room suddenly seemed very small and stifling, in here with these two large Decepticons who were both – well – rather appealing and both did want to be helpful, even if they found it hard to agree.
“That’s – uh – very considerate, thank you!” he said, graciously.
But Starscream looked absolutely furious. “We’ll revisit the issue nearer the time!” he snarled.
*******
Starscream composed himself. “Let’s move on!” he said.
“Now, I propose that the initial training of your troops will take place in a series of low lying canyons to the north of here. There they will learn the art of low level precision flying, supervised by Thundercracker and yourself, Thrust!” He spat the red flier’s name out.
“Meanwhile ....” Starscream softened again, “I will take Silverbolt to the higher levels and we will work on ... the confidence thing ....” his red optics looked straight into Silverbolt’s, flaring, and the Aerialbot leader flushed, shifting in his seat, unable to stop a flood of memories from that night from traversing his processor.
“After all,” Starscream went on, edging a little closer and patting Silverbolt’s wrist, “who better to assist in gaining supremacy of the skies that the one who has performed the trickiest manoevres, escaped the worst encounters, recovered from a myriad of traumatic and debilitating crashes ...”
“What a load of scrap!” Thrust cut in. “Silverbolt here ain’t gonna buy that nonsense – besides, he’s part of a gestalt. If he’s up there doin’ stuff with you whilst all his team are miles away in some canyon, that ain’t gonna do nothing for his confidence ...”
Starscream rounded on him. “And you’re an expert? You know nothing about gestalts!”
Thrust shrugged. “Stands to reason,” he said. He winked at Silverbolt. “Don’t it?’
“Rubbish!” shouted Starscream. Thrust directed another enchanting smile at the Aerialbot leader. “What say you, Silverbolt?”
Oh dear! Silverbolt tensed. The room seemed suddenly far too small, and too hot, and the source of the heat was undoubtedly the two larger fliers, and the cause was even more undoubtedly himself.
“If it’s all the same – I prefer to have my team – close by!” he looked apologetically at Starscream, who looked suddenly murderous. He said something unintelligible.
But then, he softened. “Very well,” he said, “so it shall be.“ But he glared at Thrust. “But it’s still me that gets to work on the height problem. Got it?”
*************
“There’s another matter! “ said Starscream. “That of the – accommodation – arrangements.”
Silverbolt felt himself go weak inside.
“Now you won’t have to worry about that, my dear!” he patted Silverbolt’s wrist. “Thundercracker, has agreed to vacate his quarters for you, and I have a nice big hanger which will easily accommodate your team. Plenty of berths, fuel, widescreen TV’s and well supervised ....”
“Oh yeah!” said Thrust. “No accident that Thundercracker's quarters are right next to yours, is it Starscream? And as for the supervision ...” a lopsided and not very nice smirk appeared on his face. “We know who’d be doin’ that! And we all know what kinda supervision it’s gonna be!”
Starscream glared at him. “Are you suggesting the Combaticons wouldn’t follow my orders?” he hissed.
Thrust laughed nastily. “Yeah!” He said. “Especially with a buncha Aerialbots.” He turned to Silverbolt. “I got a much better idea,” he said. “On account of my being – uh – heheh a better Decepticon than Starscream, Megatron has given my trine very ample living arrangements. You can join us, there’s plenty of space for y’all and I’ve got a nice big berth ....”
“How dare you insult Silverbolt with such a suggestion!” Starscream snapped. “And why would his charges be better off with your depraved, perverted excuse for a trine?” He turned to Silverbolt. “I can assure you,” he said, “my Combaticons would not lay a finger on your small companions without my say-so. They act only on my approval ...”
“Oh yeah!” Thrust laughed, winking at Silverbolt again. “That's why they tried to take over Cybertron behind his back!”
“That is entirely beside the point!” Starscream roared.
Silverbolt looked with alarm from one to the other. The atmosphere was stifling now, and both fliers seemed to positively scintillate. And the worst of it was, the thought of getting in a nice big berth with either of them was – er- well it was not unappealing! But the other Aerialbots ! He was feeling – a little anxious about their welfare.
Perhaps he should just – make it clear the Aerialbots could be ‘independent.’
“We could – uh - put up our own hangar ...” he ventured nervously.
“Now look what you done, Starscream!” said Thrust. “You’ve gone and made him feel all obliged to make his own arrangements!”
“Me?” he was perfectly happy with my suggestion until you had to go and open your trap! Weren’t you Silverbolt !”
“Well .... I ... errr...” Silverbolt stammered.
Thrust turned to Silverbolt. “Now Don’t you let him upset you,” he said. “He’s only thinkin’ with his interface gear.”
Starscream leaped to his feet. “And you’re not?”
Thrust was getting to his feet, fists clenched: “All right! Maybe there’s some other way we ougtta sort this out ...”
“Please ....” said Silverbolt, looking at them both in alarm.
He gasped as Starscream raised his fist.
***********
”What in the name of Primus is going on?”
The large figure of Megatron loomed in the doorway. Both Starscream and Thrust jumped and took a step back as his red optics blazed.
Megatron’s faceplates relaxed into a crooked smile. “Apologies, Silverbolt,” he said. “Obviously the working out of any arrangements is quite beyond my commanders! I think, therefore, that perhaps I should dictate all the arrangements – including the uh - accommodation!
In the meantime, Silverbolt ...” Extending an arm, he smiled an even more charming smile than either Starscream or Thrust had thus far achieved. “Would you care to join me for an evening stroll while we discuss matters in a professional manner?” he asked.
“Oh – uh – yes!” said Silverbolt, relieved.
For the time being, it would make matters somewhat simpler.
**************
Universe: G1
Rating: M
Characters: Starscream, Thrust, Silverbolt.
Warnings: Adult themes, description of previous sexual acts
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: #2: "Scenario: Three people in a small room (closet, small briefing room). At least two of them dislike each other, at least two of them are from different factions/combiner teams and at least two of them had interfaced at least once in the past.
Notes Too awesome a prompt to ignore – although a challenging one to come up with something in the time! Not beta’d, ends too suddenly and could be much improved, but the idea amused me so maybe I go back to it without time restraints :D. I never wrote anything about Thrust or Silverbolt before.
AERIALSUITORS
“For once I think your scheme has merit!” Megatron had said. “Offering to train the Aerialbots is a brilliant idea! Oh how naive that they cannot see how our show of goodwill is a ploy to learn their strengths and weaknesses so we can destroy the Autobots! Yes - it has my approval. With one condition ...
Starscream had looked at him, darkly. “What condition?”
Megatron had smiled that smile. “That you and Thrust do this together; that your two trines cooperate in an unprecedented display of goodwill and Decepticon Seeker cooperation.”
Starscream’s optics had narrowed. “You have to be joking! he’d burst out.
But Megatron’s optics had narrowed more, and flared bright red. “It will happen with Thrust on board,” he had said menacingly, “or, I assure you Starscream, it will not happen at all!
***********
Starscream was unable to prevent his lip from curling as he regarded his companion.
“I hope I do not need to emphasise further the importance of this scheme – which I thought up, incidentally! Now I would have been quite happy to handle it on my own, but apparently I need you, Thrust. Do you understand this?”
The red jet looked at the brightly coloured Seeker with comparable contempt. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, would I, Starscream?” he said in his characteristic drawl.
Starscream cast his optics over Thrust in a condescending manner, one usually guaranteed to generate at least some unease – even in the coneheads. But today, he frowned.
“You’re looking rather spruced up aren’t you, Thrust?” he ran his optics again over the gleaming red paintwork with the black trims, the carefully polished helmet – not that he would have called Thrust ‘shabby” but the mech didn’t usually go to these extremes. A cynical sneer appeared on his faceplates. “Is there a - reason?”
Now Thrust did look a little embarrassed. “Yeah well – this Aerialbot leader. He’s uh – you know – bit of a looker ain’t he? Sophisticated – like. Didn’t wanna look like a drongo .... might put him off.”
Starscream laughed out loud. “Thrust I can assure you, it wouldn’t matter how many paintjobs and steamcleans you had, you would still look like a drongo ...” then his expression changed, his optics flashing angrily. “So don’t go getting any ideas!”
Thrust’s faceplates twisted into a knowing smile. “None that you haven’t acted on already, Starscream! But don’t be thinkin’ the pleasure’s all yours!”
“We’ll see about that!” snapped the red and blue seeker.
******
The slender white and red Aerialbot leader had been sitting anxiously in the small, rather stifling briefing room, the hands with the little winglets attached twisting anxiously in his lap. Was this really a good idea? It had all happened so fast with Starscream, and it had been so unexpectedly nice.
And he had been so ‘helpful’ ever since ..... offering to help him cure his fear of heights and train the other Aerialbots and take Slingshot in hand; and all with a guarantee that nothing would be used against them – even though Megatron might be led to think otherwise.
“Let the fool think what he likes!” the Seeker had murmured, trailing a hand down the concord’s nosecone. “Some nice plans I have for us aside from his ridiculous strategies.” And he had kissed him sensuously, just the last kiss in a line of many others during the course of that night’s so unexpectedly passionate interfacing. “Have no fear,” he had said also, “I will treat your colleagues as if they were my own creations!”
He really was very sweet and thoughtful. Not like how the other Autobots said he was at all!
Nevertheless, the flier’s sensor net tingled nervously as footsteps sounded in the corridor, and then the door hissed open. And then, there he was! Silverbolt’s spark gave a little lift. However, it sank again, as there right beside him was – that red one. The mean one. The ugly one. The one who was friends with that miserable look-alike who was so good at ruining the day, and that other maniac who did nothing but blast them out of the sky.
Not that Silverbolt should really begrudge them all this. It was their jobs, after all! But they was so - crude and uncivilised about it. Especially this one now here in front of him.
And yet – Thrust looked – different. He was all kind of polished, and as they came in, he smiled a charming smile, making him almost good looking. His red optics twinkled as, opening a compartment in his arm, he drew out a pretty crystal structure in the shape of an Earth bird. “For you!” he said graciously, holding it out.
“Why thank you ...” Silverbolt had never been given anything like that before. Delighted, he took it, holding it up to the light.
“If you don’t mind, we have business to attend to!” Starscream looked furious. With a sudden jolt to his circuits, Silverbolt rapidly concealed the gift in one of his wing compartments.
“Err – of course ....” he said, smiling at Starscream, whose face softened as he smiled back, although he still simmered underneath – Silverbolt could tell - and Thrust’s optics were still upon him – although, to his surprise, this was not unpleasant.
******
“Training logistics!” said Starscream. His optics glanced up and down Silverbolt’s frame, and the flier’s sensor net tingled. “What I suggest is that the Aerialbots each be assigned a Decepticon. I have already decided on the allocations! Skywarp will take Fireflight, Thundercracker – Air Raid. Ramjet will have Skydive and you, Thrust, will devote your attention to Slingshot ... “ He smiled a wide smile. ”I, of course, will be giving my attentions to you, Silverbolt ...”
The Aerialbot leader flushed, hot inside.
“Now wait a minute!” said Thrust! “Why does your lot get the best pickings ? And what about Dirge?”
“Dirge is far too much of a misery to include in this scheme at all!” Starscream snapped. “We’re looking for improvements. Not casualties! And Slingshot is a difficult customer who will no doubt benefit from your heavy handed and bull-headed tactics!”
“Who’re you callin' bull headed?” Thrust looked angry, his face taking on a mean and pinched appearance.
Silverbolt cringed inside. If only they didn’t have to argue! He was sure they were both very good teachers – them and all their colleagues. Provided they didn’t shoot the Aerialbots out of the sky it didn’t matter – although he did wish Thrust hadn’t said that about ‘pickings,’ or that Starscream had at least pulled him up on it!
“The subject is closed!” Starscream’s optics blazed, but that charming veneer came over Thrust again. “Uh - I think our guest should choose for himself!” he said, smiling. “He doesn’t need you to make up his mind, Starscream! Autobots – they’re into free choice,” he smiled, “Ain’t that right, Silverbolt?”
Well – it was. And Thrust – well that really was very understanding of him! Much more than Silverbolt would have thought him capable of! In fact, as the conehead gave him another twinkling smile, Silverbolt thought he was also actually rather nicer than everyone made out. And not unattractive!
The room suddenly seemed very small and stifling, in here with these two large Decepticons who were both – well – rather appealing and both did want to be helpful, even if they found it hard to agree.
“That’s – uh – very considerate, thank you!” he said, graciously.
But Starscream looked absolutely furious. “We’ll revisit the issue nearer the time!” he snarled.
*******
Starscream composed himself. “Let’s move on!” he said.
“Now, I propose that the initial training of your troops will take place in a series of low lying canyons to the north of here. There they will learn the art of low level precision flying, supervised by Thundercracker and yourself, Thrust!” He spat the red flier’s name out.
“Meanwhile ....” Starscream softened again, “I will take Silverbolt to the higher levels and we will work on ... the confidence thing ....” his red optics looked straight into Silverbolt’s, flaring, and the Aerialbot leader flushed, shifting in his seat, unable to stop a flood of memories from that night from traversing his processor.
“After all,” Starscream went on, edging a little closer and patting Silverbolt’s wrist, “who better to assist in gaining supremacy of the skies that the one who has performed the trickiest manoevres, escaped the worst encounters, recovered from a myriad of traumatic and debilitating crashes ...”
“What a load of scrap!” Thrust cut in. “Silverbolt here ain’t gonna buy that nonsense – besides, he’s part of a gestalt. If he’s up there doin’ stuff with you whilst all his team are miles away in some canyon, that ain’t gonna do nothing for his confidence ...”
Starscream rounded on him. “And you’re an expert? You know nothing about gestalts!”
Thrust shrugged. “Stands to reason,” he said. He winked at Silverbolt. “Don’t it?’
“Rubbish!” shouted Starscream. Thrust directed another enchanting smile at the Aerialbot leader. “What say you, Silverbolt?”
Oh dear! Silverbolt tensed. The room seemed suddenly far too small, and too hot, and the source of the heat was undoubtedly the two larger fliers, and the cause was even more undoubtedly himself.
“If it’s all the same – I prefer to have my team – close by!” he looked apologetically at Starscream, who looked suddenly murderous. He said something unintelligible.
But then, he softened. “Very well,” he said, “so it shall be.“ But he glared at Thrust. “But it’s still me that gets to work on the height problem. Got it?”
*************
“There’s another matter! “ said Starscream. “That of the – accommodation – arrangements.”
Silverbolt felt himself go weak inside.
“Now you won’t have to worry about that, my dear!” he patted Silverbolt’s wrist. “Thundercracker, has agreed to vacate his quarters for you, and I have a nice big hanger which will easily accommodate your team. Plenty of berths, fuel, widescreen TV’s and well supervised ....”
“Oh yeah!” said Thrust. “No accident that Thundercracker's quarters are right next to yours, is it Starscream? And as for the supervision ...” a lopsided and not very nice smirk appeared on his face. “We know who’d be doin’ that! And we all know what kinda supervision it’s gonna be!”
Starscream glared at him. “Are you suggesting the Combaticons wouldn’t follow my orders?” he hissed.
Thrust laughed nastily. “Yeah!” He said. “Especially with a buncha Aerialbots.” He turned to Silverbolt. “I got a much better idea,” he said. “On account of my being – uh – heheh a better Decepticon than Starscream, Megatron has given my trine very ample living arrangements. You can join us, there’s plenty of space for y’all and I’ve got a nice big berth ....”
“How dare you insult Silverbolt with such a suggestion!” Starscream snapped. “And why would his charges be better off with your depraved, perverted excuse for a trine?” He turned to Silverbolt. “I can assure you,” he said, “my Combaticons would not lay a finger on your small companions without my say-so. They act only on my approval ...”
“Oh yeah!” Thrust laughed, winking at Silverbolt again. “That's why they tried to take over Cybertron behind his back!”
“That is entirely beside the point!” Starscream roared.
Silverbolt looked with alarm from one to the other. The atmosphere was stifling now, and both fliers seemed to positively scintillate. And the worst of it was, the thought of getting in a nice big berth with either of them was – er- well it was not unappealing! But the other Aerialbots ! He was feeling – a little anxious about their welfare.
Perhaps he should just – make it clear the Aerialbots could be ‘independent.’
“We could – uh - put up our own hangar ...” he ventured nervously.
“Now look what you done, Starscream!” said Thrust. “You’ve gone and made him feel all obliged to make his own arrangements!”
“Me?” he was perfectly happy with my suggestion until you had to go and open your trap! Weren’t you Silverbolt !”
“Well .... I ... errr...” Silverbolt stammered.
Thrust turned to Silverbolt. “Now Don’t you let him upset you,” he said. “He’s only thinkin’ with his interface gear.”
Starscream leaped to his feet. “And you’re not?”
Thrust was getting to his feet, fists clenched: “All right! Maybe there’s some other way we ougtta sort this out ...”
“Please ....” said Silverbolt, looking at them both in alarm.
He gasped as Starscream raised his fist.
***********
”What in the name of Primus is going on?”
The large figure of Megatron loomed in the doorway. Both Starscream and Thrust jumped and took a step back as his red optics blazed.
Megatron’s faceplates relaxed into a crooked smile. “Apologies, Silverbolt,” he said. “Obviously the working out of any arrangements is quite beyond my commanders! I think, therefore, that perhaps I should dictate all the arrangements – including the uh - accommodation!
In the meantime, Silverbolt ...” Extending an arm, he smiled an even more charming smile than either Starscream or Thrust had thus far achieved. “Would you care to join me for an evening stroll while we discuss matters in a professional manner?” he asked.
“Oh – uh – yes!” said Silverbolt, relieved.
For the time being, it would make matters somewhat simpler.
**************
