A low hiss follows the sharp voice, and Starscream nods in the dark, wings perked high and proud. The hunter obeys, which is much to the Air Commander’s likings, and remains still even as a sharp claw caresses the opening of the silvery cannon mounted against his helm.
In the dark, where no mech can see him, the hunter shudders and moans, a deep rumble in his chest.
”...you like my canon, don’t ya?”, he accuses his mate, having a hard time sitting still. He feels every little touch and as the ’Con continues his teasing, the bounty hunter feels his self control slip. The Seeker sneers, optics hungry, heated, and makes himself at home on his lap, very much like a king on his thrown.
”I like to torment you”, the Seeker replies with a cruel smile and Devcon bites back an oath as the claw reaches deeper. ”Don’t you dare to numb your sensors”, he adds and moves closer, a predatory grin in place.
2. RP-verse. Universe!Devcon/TFA Starscream
A brightly burning nova against the freezing void; when we meet in the middle, we rip the tissue of the verse, shredding it along with any unwritten law there ever was.
Starscream is having fun, weaving loops around several towers, playing a risky game of tag with spaceships taking off, as I amuse myself with a hundred different calculations on how to bring him down. He lowers himself a bit more and makes yet another crazy dive, this time moving over to the clottered area behind the port. He slows down and starts scanning the place - that’s when he suddenly stills and I recognize the change in him; the Seeker has found something to play with. Primus have mercy on it’s spark.
I move with him, still winged since I might have to make a jump to if he suddenly decides to stalk the sky again. Not a beat later, he transforms to rootmode and hovers, helm tilted, arms in position. Brigtly coloured frame poised, the very picture of crown-prince demanding the world to bow before him; something has caught his interest and he’ll have it now, thank you very much.
Oh, but I love him, and so does my hunter programming.
And, there he sets out to take what he wants, moving like a sleek cat, balancing on ship-wrecks and spare parts. All perfect lines and swift, sharp optics. He cut through the debris just as easily as he bedazzles the inhabitants of the spaceport.
3. Crisis Core/FFVII
"Oh, great! So, does that include this insane exploration the local cuisine, too? I mean – why all this food, Sephiroth? Man, this would feed a squadron… And, do you even eat this stuff? It’s all sugar!", he added with a faint sigh.
"So, I’ve noticed", the First Class grumbled as he ate the only fruit available. Zack yawned again, irritated over the lack of sleep as well as the fact that neither of them were hung up on sweetened food. He needed more coffee and some real food. Another yawn escaped him.
"Well, why didn’t you wake Cloud instead of me?", he suddenly demanded. "I mean, just look at this! You are clearly lost and are in need his sensible expertise in the field, don’t you think? Why not let him show you what is edible instead of changing your diet to fruits-only? I’ve heard that he likes all things sweet anyway, so he could probably teach you a few things about your taste-buds", he added with a sour tone.
He probably deserved the intimidating glare Sephiroth shot at him. Too bad he’d lost his sensibilities regarding that along with his sleep. Instead of running for his life (which any god-fearing, sensible human would have done by then) he returned the look with gusto as he sipped the now, cold coffee.
"It never occured to me that I under any circumstances, would be in need of his… expertise", the General said after a while, the words somewhat strangled and hurried, as if there was something about them that made the SOLDIER uncomfortable. A tiny grape found it’s way to Sephiroth’s mouth, shutting it up before it gave away something else.
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Date: 2011-09-10 03:30 pm (UTC)”Stop squirming!”
A low hiss follows the sharp voice, and Starscream nods in the dark, wings perked high and proud. The hunter obeys, which is much to the Air Commander’s likings, and remains still even as a sharp claw caresses the opening of the silvery cannon mounted against his helm.
In the dark, where no mech can see him, the hunter shudders and moans, a deep rumble in his chest.
”...you like my canon, don’t ya?”, he accuses his mate, having a hard time sitting still. He feels every little touch and as the ’Con continues his teasing, the bounty hunter feels his self control slip. The Seeker sneers, optics hungry, heated, and makes himself at home on his lap, very much like a king on his thrown.
”I like to torment you”, the Seeker replies with a cruel smile and Devcon bites back an oath as the claw reaches deeper. ”Don’t you dare to numb your sensors”, he adds and moves closer, a predatory grin in place.
2. RP-verse. Universe!Devcon/TFA Starscream
A brightly burning nova against the freezing void; when we meet in the middle, we rip the tissue of the verse, shredding it along with any unwritten law there ever was.
Starscream is having fun, weaving loops around several towers, playing a risky game of tag with spaceships taking off, as I amuse myself with a hundred different calculations on how to bring him down. He lowers himself a bit more and makes yet another crazy dive, this time moving over to the clottered area behind the port. He slows down and starts scanning the place - that’s when he suddenly stills and I recognize the change in him; the Seeker has found something to play with. Primus have mercy on it’s spark.
I move with him, still winged since I might have to make a jump to if he suddenly decides to stalk the sky again. Not a beat later, he transforms to rootmode and hovers, helm tilted, arms in position. Brigtly coloured frame poised, the very picture of crown-prince demanding the world to bow before him; something has caught his interest and he’ll have it now, thank you very much.
Oh, but I love him, and so does my hunter programming.
And, there he sets out to take what he wants, moving like a sleek cat, balancing on ship-wrecks and spare parts. All perfect lines and swift, sharp optics. He cut through the debris just as easily as he bedazzles the inhabitants of the spaceport.
3. Crisis Core/FFVII
"Oh, great! So, does that include this insane exploration the local cuisine, too? I mean – why all this food, Sephiroth? Man, this would feed a squadron… And, do you even eat this stuff? It’s all sugar!", he added with a faint sigh.
"So, I’ve noticed", the First Class grumbled as he ate the only fruit available. Zack yawned again, irritated over the lack of sleep as well as the fact that neither of them were hung up on sweetened food. He needed more coffee and some real food. Another yawn escaped him.
"Well, why didn’t you wake Cloud instead of me?", he suddenly demanded. "I mean, just look at this! You are clearly lost and are in need his sensible expertise in the field, don’t you think? Why not let him show you what is edible instead of changing your diet to fruits-only? I’ve heard that he likes all things sweet anyway, so he could probably teach you a few things about your taste-buds", he added with a sour tone.
He probably deserved the intimidating glare Sephiroth shot at him. Too bad he’d lost his sensibilities regarding that along with his sleep. Instead of running for his life (which any god-fearing, sensible human would have done by then) he returned the look with gusto as he sipped the now, cold coffee.
"It never occured to me that I under any circumstances, would be in need of his… expertise", the General said after a while, the words somewhat strangled and hurried, as if there was something about them that made the SOLDIER uncomfortable. A tiny grape found it’s way to Sephiroth’s mouth, shutting it up before it gave away something else.