28 Needlenoses

[lunatron]

Bring it.

1. Naughty Needlenose - claimed by sapphirebreeze
2. Happy Needlenose
3. Silly Needlenose - claimed by sapphirebreeze
4. Angsty Needlenose
5. On-Vacation Needlenose - claimed by sapphirebreeze
6. Horny Needlenose - claimed by dualistic
7. Transforming Needlenose
8. Excited Needlenose
9. Book-Reading Needlenose - claimed by raisedbymoogles
10. Dancing Needlenose - claimed by koilungfish, with his Nebulans
11. Jealous Needlenose - claimed by beckyh2112
12. Turned-On Needlenose - claimed by koilungfish, with a Mayhem who isn't Spinister
13. Caring Needlenose - claimed by ravenclaw_devi, con Spinister
14. On-His-Knees Needlenose - claimed by dualistic
15. Obedient Needlenose
16. Dominant Needlenose - claimed by koilungfish, y un otro Mayhem
17. Naive Needlenose
18. Drinking-Energon Needlenose - claimed by dualistic
19. Greedy Needlenose
20. Daring Needlenose
21. Exploring Needlenose
22. At The Beach Needlenose - claimed by dualistic, avec Sunbeam
23. Bath-Time Needlenose
24. Disheveled Needlenose
25. Exhausted Needlenose
26. Well-Shagged Needlenose - claimed by beckyh2112, ala Spinister
27. Kick-Ass Needlenose - claimed by sapphirebreeze
28. Playing With Kids Needlenose - claimed by beckyh2112

Comments

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Well-Shagged Needlenose with Spinister, pleases.

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

26. Well-Shagged Needlenose with Spinister

Spinister was out cold. He had no endurance for love-making, and to satisfy himself, Needlenose had to wear the helicopter all the way out. Needlenose sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Spinister was learning, although Needlenose was impatient over his lover's slowness about it.
For another thing, he always went for the wings. Spinister did have steady hands, sniper's hands, but when would non-jets realise that there was more to pleasing a jet than groping his wings? Needlenose could have killed for a hand rub.
He flexed his wings, which still tingled, and stroked Spinister's face, slipping his pinkie into the grill slots of the face mask. He crossed his ankles idly, pondering slipping off himself.
Then, the alarm klaxons sounded, and Needlenose groaned, "Oh, nonono," and the lights pulsed red. Hazily, he wondered if pretending he didn't hear the klaxon would work. By rights, Needlenose could have been defragmenting now. He had such a good streak going of not being impaled to the wall, though.
There was the sharp clank of metal pounding against his door, and Needlenose grudgingly waved his hand, fingers flicking, to trigger the door to open. Bludgeon stood there, katana in hand, and that pleasant afterglow faded away, replaced by a cold chill. How was he going to keep that streak of not being impaled running now? Think, Needlenose, think! He gathered himself up into a sitting position on top of Spinister and asked, "What is it this time?"
Bludgeon scowled darkly and snapped, "A hunt, you fool. I see that our leader isn't fit for the chase." He glared at Spinister's prone form.
"Not so much," Needlenose was forced to agree.
"Then on your feet!" Bludgeon roared. "We're going to need air support. Make a mess of it-"
"-and you'll make a mess of me, yes, yes," Needlenose muttered. Asking for a few cycles more time would avail him nothing now. He stumbled to his feet, and more loudly, said, "Sunbeam, Zig-Zag. You can come out now. Spinister and I aren't-"
"Couldn't you just not talk about that at all?" Zig-Zag suggested, rolling out from under a table.
"The vibes are bad enough, man," seconded Sunbeam, who emerged from a drawer.
The Targetmasters transformed, and Needlenose stowed them on his wings and tried vainly to straighten himself out before following Bludgeon, who looked irritated enough to physically drag Needlenose if the jet moved any slower.

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

Book-reading Needlenose, please?

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

9. Book-Reading Needlenose

Needlenose was hunched over his worktable, his fine tweezers out. He had to be very delicate, or the small object would tear. Needlenose would tell anyone that he was so engrossed in his activity that he didn't notice Spinister slip in and take up hovering, metaphorically, over his shoulder. Of course, anyone would tell him that Needlenose wouldn't have noticed Spinister if he'd spent the time staring at the door and set up a monomolecular tripwire.
"How are you wasting time now?" Spinister said, voice like the rustle of wind, strangled in a wind tunnel.
"Gah-ah!" Needlenose exclaimed, flailing. When he had settled down, he screeched, "Look what you did! You made me tear my book." Gingerly, he held up the wounded book and waved it accusingly at Spinister.
"Your own over-reaction caused you to tear the 'book', no more, no less," Spinister said coolly. He tilted his head to one side and inquired, "What is it, anyway?"
"It's a book," Needlenose said, as if that explained everything. "It's the Art of Final Fantasy IX."
"If there are nine of them, how is it a final fantasy?" Spinister pointed out, striding over to the cabinet to retrieve a cleaning cloth for Singe.
"Spi-inister," Needlenose whined, pinning his antennae back. "It's a Terran video game."
"Really." He did not sound convinced. Spinister turned and squinted at the book. "Those creatures don't look Terran. Eyes are too big. They might actually be able to see in the dark and aim."
"It's an artistic style. Big eyes, small mouth. Quite common in the sector of Earth known as Japan," Needlenose enthusiastically babbled.
"If they have small mouths, does it mean that they shut up more easily than you so?"
"I don't have a mouth," Needlenose sulked and reached for his film adhesive to repair the delicate page.

[sapphirebreeze.livejournal.com]

Kick-Ass Needlenose and On-Vacation Needlenose, please.

By the by, you notice that 22 is At The Beach Blitzwing, not Needlenose?

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

27. Kick-Ass Needlenose

Octopunch, Stranglehold, and Bludgeon covered the ground, turning it pink with the slain. Spinister could have been anywhere, and he probably was. Needlenose was in the sky, right where he belonged. That they even let him take flight meant that he was chasing down an aerial opponent, but he was fine enough with the task. He was still more comfortable with aerial combat than he'd ever be with infantry-work.
Needlenose twisted and turned through the air, hot on the rogue jet's tail. The bogey jinked and jittered, stalling Needlenose from getting a lock. He flew in wing-wrenching twists and turns just to keep up with him. He was faster than his prey, by far, but speed didn't mean anything when he'd only run into a skyscraper if he sped up.
In a flash of clarity, the Dassault Mirage 2000 saw his chance. The bandit was about to swing around the beaming station. Needlenose didn't change direction, instead flying straight at the station's apex. Leaving himself seconds before collision, he transformed, grabbed the antenna and pivoted around it. He let go, and his momentum sent him smashing into the bogey, who screamed satisfyingly. Needlenose grabbed onto him and withdrew Zig-Zag, putting his muzzle to the spiralling jet's cockpit. He growled, "Thought I'd be going up in flames?"
Needlenose pulled the trigger and kicked off, bailing away from the doomed jet. He donned his own wings and flew away from the explosion, crowing, "Just lighting up the sky with my name."
The others had made short - very short in most cases - work of the rest of renegades, and he landed near their gathering, where Spinister had made himself known. Needlenose held out his arms and insisted, "C'mon, admit it, that was cool."
"Very fancy," drawled Stranglehold, with more sarcasm than Needlenose thought the brute capable of mustering.
"But you'd be dead if not for Spinister, you know," Octopunch pointed out, rubbing his hands.
"There was a sniper on the top of that tower there," Bludgeon concluded, gesturing with his katana.
Needlenose was undeflated and said, "About that... check the sniper. You'll find he was dead before Spinister pegged him." He looked to Spinister and excused, not sorry at all, "Sorry to make you waste ammunition."
He watched their stares. They were expecting a trick or just idle boasts. They were expecting to get to thrash him. Spinister silently transformed to helicopter mode and landed atop the tower. Squinting and amping up his magnification, he could see Spinister hunch down and check a corpse. He then kicked the body off the tower and followed it down, landing more lightly than it did. There was a gaping hole through the sniper's middle, in addition to the neat little hole between his eyes. Spinister pronounced, "Air to air proton missile impact. Scoring's older than the rifle scoring."
"And who uses those here, huh?" Needlenose needled, placing his hands on his hips.
The Pretenders grunted and stalked off to clean up the field to the crunch and slash of offing the wounding.
Spinister padded up behind Needlenose, and over Needlenose's shoulder, he murmured, "How'd you even think to look for him there?"
"Easy. I just thought about where you'd be," Needlenose replied, still too wound-up from the fight to yet pout at the dismissal of his kill.
"Mhm. Honestly, I would have taken cover over-" Spinister started to say.
"Later!" Needlenose cut him off and tossed Spinister to the ground. There was a flash of movement, transmitted to him from Zig-Zag's optical feed, and he snapped off a shot with Sunbeam before he felt the sear of a laser bolt to his vertical stabiliser. Had he stood in position a moment longer, it would have been his head, not his stabiliser.
"-there, actually," Spinister finished, rolling back to his feet, Hairsplitter in hand.

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

5. On-Vacation Needlenose

It was 1995, as the humans reckoned it.

"The trick is not out-doing the humans," Needlenose said, stalking the balcony pensively. "That is simplicity in itself. No, the challenge is finding something that they could have done if they had just tried a little harder, something intuitive and natural to them but still enough of an improvement that they're impressed. Go too far, and it'll be too hard for them to understand, and they'll want even more next time. I have no intention of putting Decepticon technology into human hands. Enough bad has come of that."

"You're set on this," Spinister said, leaning against the balcony. The view was fantastic. As ravaged as Cybertron was, Transformers rebuilt quickly when they put their minds to it.

"Of course I am! Long have the video games suffered, scorned by the rest of electronics industry. E3 is going to finally let them express themselves as their own medium. It's going to be the birth of a new era, Spinister, and I will be there." Needlenose's antennae and wings pricked high. "It's not all idle fancy. My dummy front company will provide not a ludicrous amount, but enough to get by, if… you know." Ever since the Ark Transformers had been awakened, life as a Transformer had been wretchedly unsettled. They had changed more in two bare decades than they had in millions of years without end.

Spinister just stared out at Cybertron.

"Right. I'm going to get my paint applications done and get myself boxed up for the convention. I might just be a booth prop, but it's my vacation, and I'll spend it how I want to." Needlenose rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Sunbeam and Zigzag tell me that they're jealous. I get to spend the whole time with booth babes draped over me."

oooh! oooh! oooh! :D

[dualistic.livejournal.com]

on the beach Needlenose, with Sunbeam

and/or

On-his-knees Needlenose

Re: oooh! oooh! oooh! :D

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

14. On-His-Knees Needlenose

Needlenose knelt, hands shackled behind him. He was trying very hard not to start sobbing. He wondered if it showed. Needlenose felt as if the other Decepticons, the real Decepticons could see right through him, to his quivering little core.
He could hear the whip crack as Tyhee tested out the implement. Ozone was sharp in the air as electricity surged from handle to tip, and in the gloom, the flickering of the yellow-white light cast crazed, frantic shadows. Needlenose wished that he could come and go as freely as those shadows did. He heard Tyhee's heavy footfalls behind him, but the impact of the whip was sudden. The electric shock danced over his frame, burning out tertiary circuits in a sharp moment before a dull, raw, ache set took hold. Needlenose managed to keep back everything but a squeak, and Tyhee snarled at even that.
The sergeant raged, "You pathetic piece of clinker! Did you squeak, too, when you were watching your unit die?"
Needlenose didn't answer. Any answer would have just made the situation worse, but no answer was an answer, and it made the situation worse, like he thought. The lash came down and down again, and his back armour started to cave, dented by the force of Tyhee's blows. Squeaks dribbled out of him, like the last drops of energon in a cube after a long march, and when Tyhee really put some force into the blows, his armour cracked, and Needlenose screamed.
Tyhee berated, "Did they scream when they died, slagsucker? Did they even have the chance, the luxury to scream? That filthy, decadent luxury you're taking?"
Needlenose tried not to remember them, but at Tyhee's words, they came. They had been Seekers, mostly. They did honestly look all the same to him. He had gotten along well enough with them, but they had been painfully gung-ho about this whole combat business, always shining their arm guns and discussing the newest aerial manoeuvres. He never grasped why they looked forward to battle so much, why they were in such a hurry to be blooded. They didn't even get that, just blown away in a spray of shrapnel and fuel droplets. They were ludicrous, those disposable soldiers, but in the twitch of their wings, moving after life was gone, he had seen himself and seen himself dead. Of course he had hidden, holed up in a foxhole until the combat was over and snuck away. His pretty face wouldn't look right in all greys.
Tyhee struck again and again, and the whip beat into internal components, making Needlenose spasm. He shut off his optics, head hanging low. Tyhee wrenched his head back up, popping a few of Needlenose's neck pistons, and hollered in his audios, loud enough that the closer's one membrane burst in a flurry of static, "Head up, or I'll shine the floor with it."
Needlenose whimpered incoherently, out of time with the thud of the whip. God, the one niggling little thing this ordeal had going for it was that he wasn't a smear on the landscape. He'd have plenty more chances at that, if survived boot again.
Tyhee took an eternity to finish, and Needlenose thought that perhaps the sergeant did intend to beat him to unconsciousness for his cowardice on the battlefield. There were pieces of him scattered across the floor, he noted, aching deep in his struts even as his wounds surged with fresh pain. Seeing little pieces of himself, like confetti before a grand event, was a bizarre, sickening feeling. Was the punishment was really over, or was Tyhee was just taking a break?
The answer came, rasped harshly in his good audio, "As much as it pains me to say this, crash course, but you've passed."
He'd passed? He'd passed! He passed out.

Re: oooh! oooh! oooh! :D

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

22. At The Beach Needlenose

This has to be worst way in the history of the universe to spend a day on the beach, Sunbeam thought at Needlenose.

Do you think I like it any more than you do? Needlenose snapped back. Over their link, he felt impatient and ill at ease.

You can’t understand the supreme tragedy, man. The waves, they call out my name, like… like… bodacious siren babes. Sunbeam sighed and tried to stretch. Needlenose’s cockpit, despite being a double-seater trainer model, just seemed all the more cramped for it.

There was a flurry of confusion from Needlenose, and he inquired, Siren? The sort of thing you find on top of Prowl?

Sounds like Prowl’s love life has more action than mine, Sunbeam grumbled. But you know, a siren. A woman of the sea, with a knockout rocker voice that can keep a dude so into her that he wipes out, big time.

Interesting, Needlenose replied, and he did feel interested. I’ve heard similar myths on other worlds, but sea stories are rare on my world.

Dunno why. You have those fab Mercury Breakers. I just don’t get that none of you ever thought to surf them. That’s a bigger tragedy than this. It’s, like, ultra supreme.

Needlenose shuddered, rattling the cockpit. Zig-Zag, who was dozing, woke up a bit and squawked, Hey, what?

Sorry, Ultra Supreme just sounds like Omega Supreme’s surlier brother, Needlenose excused. You’ll have to forgive me for being on edge. This whole waiting thing is getting on my last circuit. I have no idea how Spinister can handle it.

Easy. Spinister has no life, Zig-Zag suggested. He probably thinks this is thrilling.

Spinister has a life! Needlenose protested.

He has you for a roomie. That’s not the same thing as a life, Zig-Zag argued.

I'm enough life for a whole platoon! Needlenose bridled.

Sunbeam sighed. Suddenly, it seemed a whole lot hotter and stuffier in the cockpit. He suggested, Lay off and chill out.

You woke me up, Zig-Zag protested, as if being awakened made his consternation justified.

We're on a military operation! Sleep is for the dead, Needlenose seethed.

Sunbeam frowned at those words and noted, Man, you really are spending too much time with Spinister.

Shhh. There's the signal now. With that bare warning, Needlenose transformed, displacing the feet of sand that had so thoroughly buried him just seconds ago. Sand, off-white and strewn with beach flotsam, ran off his body in rivulets. He reached back, popped his cockpit, and took Zig-Zag and Sunbeam into his hands. No matter how many times he did it, transforming would never come comfortably to Sunbeam. It felt like a mondo wipeout. Combining with Zig-Zag was even worse. Sunbeam found his piecemeal self pointed at their mark, and Needlenose crowed, "Gotcha."

The part that was still Sunbeam noted hazily, If we get this done fast, there's still light enough for a few runs.

[ravenclaw-devi.livejournal.com]

Caring Needlenose with Spinister, please.

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

13. Caring Needlenose

"Spinister's the ranking officer here, isn't he?" Optimus Prime studied a datapad, his look thoughtful.

"Yeah, but he's also so out of it that even I am worried about how quiet he's being," Needlenose replied, looking over at Spinister mournfully. Just looking at Spinister this way made Needlenose hang his wings. "I'm an Elite. Ruckus and Windsweeper are just grunts."

"So it fell to you. You didn't try to seize Spinister's position." Optimus Prime rubbed his chin. "It wouldn't have been hard to take him out while he was down."

"The only place I'd take Spinister out is the nearest bar," Needlenose replied defiantly. "We're partners."

"And it means something to you." Optimus Prime levelled his gaze at Needlenose.

"Of course it does! Spinister's the only thing left in this stupid universe that has any meaning. High Command changes over every other week, it seems like. I lost my job because of you." Needlenose narrowed his optics. "I know what you're thinking. That I was some petty scum – maybe a pickpocket or a smuggler. You're dead wrong."

"Oh?" The Prime looked unimpressed.

"I was a circuit designer. Totally above the table. Not a mark on my record. You can check it yourself. Your war doesn't just hurt the guilty. The innocent get ground up in the gears." Needlenose looked over at Spinister, silently adding, And even my favourite sinner had to fall.

Optimus Prime looked away and changed the subject, "You say that stasis will kill Spinister. You have to understand that I cannot allow him to remain in a standard cell. Does this Decepticon bastion of compassion have any suggestions? Perhaps how to disable those anti-tampering devices?"

Needlenose let slip, "If I don't? Anti-tampering devices are tricky to disable for a reason."

Optimus Prime turned, optics ablaze. "He's going to have to die, then. I don't like it. I mourn each of the fallen-"

"You suicided over a video game. I mean, I love video games, but I've never been that serious." God help him, but he couldn't help that crack.

"Do you want Spinister to die?"

"No," Needlenose replied quickly, sobering himself. "Get your medic here. I'll explain the sequence."

"If it's a self-destruct..." Optimus Prime warned.

"Get off your high horse, Autobot. I love him. I don't expect you to get that, since you love everybody, which really means that you don't love anyone, but I love him!" He turned to Spinister and said softly, "I love you, and I bet you don't even understand what I'm saying."

Optimus Prime looked convinced. Good. Telling the medic Spinister's emergency reboot sequence and undoing the mode locks that prevented his helicopter mode weapons from being used in robot mode was a better profession of love than any words he could ever say.

[koilungfish.livejournal.com]

Dominant Needlenose, with the Mayhem of your choice.

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

16. Dominant Needlenose

Needlenose stared at the stasis tubes and thought to himself, Oh God, no. Just no. I'm not going in there, and I won't see the men... my men in there, either. They were his now. Thunderwing was dead, and Spinister was too out of hit to take command. He had not even needed to do anything to take Thunderwing down. The Pretender's obsession had done it to him.

The whole deal was much less exciting when he reminded himself that his only lucid troops were Windsweeper and Ruckus, and they were surrendered, shackled, and awaiting stasis. He turned to Hot Rod, that grinning, empty-headed youth, and protested, "You can't put us in there!"

"Sure I can, and I will. Prime's orders," Hot Rod replied. Still smiling, he started flipping switches to prime the stasis tubes.

"So Prime's orders are to kill us?" Needlenose replied, trying to keep his tone casual.

"Heh, no. We're Autobots here, remember?" Hot Rod pointed out the symbol on his chest. Did he really think that those flames made him look good?

Mantling his wings up, Needlenose delivered the punch line, "Put us in those tubes, and you'll kill us. You'll kill Spinister and I, anyway."

Spinister was, predictably enough, quiet. That vacant look, tinged with horror, hadn't left his optics, and he still shuddered. There was much what Needlenose would do for power, but if he had to do it over again, he would have kept Spinister back instead of letting him run out and get his brilliant, idiotic self zapped by corrupted Matrix enemy. It wasn't entirely sentiment. If Spinister was coherent, they wouldn't have needed to surrender.

Hot Rod paused, clearly not buying it, and said, "A little stasis never killed anyone."

Ruckus's snort and Windsweeper's questioning look were not helping his argument any, but they were just grunts on a need to know information basis. This wasn't the sort of thing that needed to know, if it was true.

"Wrong. Spinister and I are members of the Mayhem Attack Squad-"

"You? Hah!"

"-and it's that attitude of dismissing potential threats that's going to get you killed, boy." Needlenose was sounding like Spinister. He could have kicked himself. "We're installed with anti-tampering hardware. Force us into stasis, and our hard drives will automatically be wiped and disintegrated." It was a nice, plausible lie, as lies went. His own circuitry was fabulously designed, and fabulous meant that plebeians didn't understand what was going on with it. Spinister's circuitry was just bizarre. Needlenose would swear he was a homebrew if he hadn't read the helicopter's medical files.

"I, uh, I'm going to have to check with Optimus Prime," Hot Rod said, hesitating.

Needlenose's antennae pricked at that name. He'd delivered his surrender to Optimus Prime. He'd lost more than his job to that villain. He'd lost his whole way of life, but he'd looked into those optics, and Optimus Prime didn't even know who he was. Needlenose was just an ant-droid, crushed under the Prime's boot. The lack of recognition galled him more than his surrender. The name Needlenose used to mean something, and he refused to go quietly into the night.

Hot Rod got back to him and said, "Those modifications don't sound standard."

With all the confidence that he didn't feel, Needlenose replied, "Of course they aren't. Mayhems never expected to be captured. The capture of Bludgeon, Octopunch, and Stranglehold brought us to our senses. We are, in the end, fallible. If we weren't, we'd be dangerous enough that we'd have to take ourselves out, just in case."

Hot Rod looked more than a little disconcerted by that train of thought and checked again. "I'm going to put Ruckus and Windsweeper in. Optimus Prime's going to secure the two of you."

"Oh good," Needlenose fairly purred. "Nothing but the best for the best. You know, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be a Decepticon."

[sapphirebreeze.livejournal.com]

This made me giggle, and it's nice to see Sunbeam and Zig-Zag written! (Largely because it helps me work out how I'm going to handle them...)

I'm enough life for a whole platoon! Needlenose bridled.

BWAHAHAHA! This things very bad things to mind!

Do you think I like it any more than I do?

Should be, "any more than you do."

Sunbeam found his piecemeal self pointed their mark

"pointed at"

[sapphirebreeze.livejournal.com]

Obviously, this goes with "at the beach Needlenose."

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

This made me giggle, and it's nice to see Sunbeam and Zig-Zag written! (Largely because it helps me work out how I'm going to handle them...)

DW's MTMTE says that Needlenose and Sunbeam sometimes pick on Zig-Zag together which, well... makes sense. You can actually aim Sunbeam. Zig-Zag's just kind of pointless. Sure, he's better than a nullray if he hits, because he shorts out components and does damage, but some days, he doesn't hit at all. On the other hand, Sunbeam doesn't work as well in the dark. You can't pick on your gun too much, though. He might refuse to work.

BWAHAHAHA! This things very bad things to mind!

Needlenose doesn't like to talk about that. >_> There's a reason he found himself a pink helicopter to hide behind.

[sapphirebreeze.livejournal.com]

*BWAHS!*

Needlenose is WEIRD! XD

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

*claims a few more* Playing With Kids Needlenose and Jealous Needlenose, please and thank you.

[sapphirebreeze.livejournal.com]

Naughty Needlenose and Silly Needlenose.

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

1. Naughty Needlenose

Needlenose said what Spinister had to be thinking, "Bludgeon's going to kill me." Spinister nodded his head once, hand still to the side of his helmet. Needlenose snuggled up to Spinister's side and cooed, "It was so worth it, and you know what? You're my last request. Don't tell me you have a headache."

Spinister snorted and suggested, "He'll probably just gut you. Not that you don't deserve worse." He didn't pull away, though.

Needlenose rubbed Spinister's tailboom and pouted. Tweaking his tail rotor, Needlenose whispered, "You know, you could punish me first."

There was a small whine from Spinister's engines, but he came down laughing, a dry, rustling chuckle like rust flaking off in the wind, and insisted, "Oh no. Bludgeon's so much more physical about it."

Needlenose paused dead. Full of the sort of wonder usually associated with a baby's first steps, he demanded excitedly, "Did you just crack that joke?"

"We both know that I have no sense of humour," Spinister reminded, deadpan.

"You didn't deny it." Needlenose twisted and nuzzled Spinister's facemask.

"I have the right to remain silent," Spinister said, still sounding dreadfully serious. He returned the nuzzle and wrapped his arms Needlenose's waist. Now he was getting somewhere!

Bludgeon's silhouette appeared in the doorway, and he bellowed, "You little cretin! You switched my combat simulation with Super Mario Brothers!"

Needlenose swivelled to hide behind Spinister, only to find that he had vanished. He whimpered, wings sagging. Oh, this was going to hurt.

[dualistic.livejournal.com]

Horny Needlenose and Drinking-Energon Needlenose

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

6. Horny Needlenose

Needlenose stood panting, cycling air for auxiliary coolant. The sound of air through his grill slots sounded as loud as a freight train. He stretched, flexing his wings back. Energon streaked his frame in asymmetrical splatters, and he rubbed at the splotches. Needlenose really just succeeded in spreading it around and getting his hands sticky and pink. Idly, he commented, "That Autobot was fuelled to the brim. Juicy."

Few thrills compared to killing, although it had taken him long enough to learn that he had a taste for that bitter nectar. Needlenose had been scared out of his mind, to start, when it came to battle. He'd been happy enough in engineering. The Decepticons liked his work. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough, and it let him avoid combat. Spinister had dragged him away from that comfortable existence, and Needlenose had discovered there were few things that really made him feel alive like making someone else dead.

Engine fairly purring, he thought about how he'd like to thank Spinister. Needlenose called out, "Right here, right now, Spinister."

There was that sadly predictable blank look from Spinister. He never got it, even when Needlenose pulled out the diagrams.

Needlenose swept in, rudely close to the other Decepticon. This time, he voiced his desire bluntly, "That's a mission well done. We should interface to celebrate."

Spinister's blades twitched, and he reminded, in that straight-laced way of his, "Mayhem with the least kills has to write the report."

"And you're saying that's me? Oh for shame, Spinister!" Needlenose posed, mock-hurt. Then he snarled, "My photon missiles brought down the house on those insurgents. Octopunch can write the blasted report."

"That means I have to edit it," Spinister grumbled. Octopunch tended to slide his lame jokes into his reports.

Needlenose would have none of his partner's grousing and snapped, "Just get over here before I jump you."

[koilungfish.livejournal.com]

Turned-On Needlenose with a Mayhem who isn't Spinister, s'il-vous plait, and Dancing Needlenose with his Nebulans, please.

[air_n_darkness]

Disheveled Needlenose and Obedient Needlenose, please.

Maybe somehow get Mirage into that Disheveled one...>_>