yami_samuraiflo | Sideswipe should stop flirting...

Title: Hands Off
Rating: PG
Characters: Perceptor, Sideswipe, mentions of Ratchet and Wheeljack.
Pairing: a slight Sideswipe / Perceptor, rather one-sided.
Summary: Sometimes, you need more than a simple 'hands off' to make Sideswipe stop...

Perceptor had his back turned to him and Sideswipe grinned as he approached the other mech silently.

“Hello, beautiful,” he purred, one of his arms circling Perceptor’s waist. The scientist stiffened slightly before relaxing in the red Lamborghini’s embrace. Sideswipe grinned in victory. This would be easier than he had imagined.

Perceptor was spending far too much time alone in his lab for anyone’s liking, as everyone on the Ark knew. Especially after the CMO had ranted about idiotic mechs who didn’t know how to take care of themselves, citing Perceptor has a prime example.

He had strongly advised that someone relieve Perceptor of some of the... tension he was amassing with his never ending work.

Well... Actually, the medic had said: “Someone should grab him and ban him from his slagging lab for a few hours; it wouldn’t kill him!”

It was really Wheeljack who had suggested: “Interfacing would help him to relax; he’s always so tense...” Sure, he was jocking and just about everyone knew that, but Sideswipe could always pretend he had taken the engineer’s words seriously.

And it was just flirting, really. It wasn’t like he was going to force the scientist to do anything if he wasn’t willing. Except the mech was so... shy and quiet that the Lamborghini knew he would have some fun in making him respond to his touch.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” he whispered in the microscope’s audial, one of his hand tracing the other mech’s backside knowingly.

“No, I’m not,” answered quietly the microscope, not stopping Sideswipe’s actions, despite the hand that was fondling his aft. “I’m in the middle of a very intersting experiment and I would like to be left alone for the time being, if you don’t mind.”

Sideswipe frowned. Usually, whoever he was handling squirmed under his touch, but for some reason, Perceptor was placid. Hum, perhaps he wasn’t teasing the good parts?

He reached for one of the scientist’s subspace pocket; he knew touching someone there gained very good answers. Teasing the microscope, he began pushing his hand into subspace. The scientist paused in what he was doing.

“I strongly suggest you stop what you are doing,” advised Perceptor, not stopping what he was doing. He didn’t think Sideswipe would listen, but he could try anyway. No harm done... For now. “Have you any idea what the words ‘hands off’ mean, Sideswipe?”

“No,” answered the Lamborghini playfully. “Should I?”

He pushed his hand deeper and Perceptor began counting mentally. The resulting ‘SNAP’ and the cry of pain he heard when he reached zero didn’t surprise him in the slightest.

Perceptor glanced at Sideswipe, who was shaking his hand madly, an oversized mouse trap locked firmly on his fingers. The microscope smiled slightly for himself.

“Surprising how mouse traps... or wolf traps are more convincing than a simple ‘hands off’.”