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Dance With You, Dance With Me

Hook invites Rumble to dance.

Content Warnings: None that I can think of, but feel free to let me know if I should add something here!

Note: Mixmaster and Blitzwing guest appearances.

“Rumble?” Hook said, ducking his head into the cassetticon’s office. Rumble had his feet propped up on the desk, leaning back in his chair as he sipped a cube of energon with an angry slowness. “I’m on break,” he said, idly reaching over to the metronome on his desk to flick it and make it start ticking. “Yes, I know,” Hook nodded and stepped inside. “I had something I wanted to talk to you about.” Rumble sighed and took his feet off the desk, setting the half empty cube of energon to the side. “What can I do for ya?” “Oh it’s not uh…work related,” Hook said, swaying his crane amicably and smiling softly. Tapping his fingers on the desk in time with the metronome, Rumble leaned forward a bit. “Oh, yeah? What’s up?” Hook chirped a bit and stepped forward to have a seat across from the cassetticon. “So. Blitzwing, and Mixmaster, and I were going to listen to some music and dance a bit after our shifts. Mixmaster said that might be something you’re interested in. And we wanted to invite you. Would you like to come?” “What time?” Rumble asked, sighing and looking at his screen showing how packed his schedule would be for the next…forever probably. Until they finally got done being stranded on Earth anyway. Hook chirped a bit, offering another gentle smile. “Anytime that works for you. We’re just going to set up some speakers in repair bay with Blitzwing as Mixmaster and I clean up the equipment and such.” Rumble flipped through his schedule, eyes roaming over the times repair bay slowed check ups and routine maintenance for tidying and cleaning, surprised to find a bit of wiggle room. “Hmmm…if I move my meetin’ with Octane, I can make it over around third cleanup. And I don’t mind scootin’ that to tomorrow. I’ll be there.” Hook clapped his hands a couple times and chirped softly. “Oh, wonderful! See you then!” He rose from his seat and bowed politely before leaving.

Unusual. Rumble picked up his energon cube again and took a long, slow sip of it as he listened to the soothing ticks of the metronome. Very unusual. The Constructicon crane wasn’t usually so friendly with him. Or anyone. It wasn’t just him. Even Mixmaster was used to getting the brunt of the touchy repair tech’s bad attitude, and the two had been hitched for centuries. Extremely unusual, indeed. Rumble grimaced at the piercing sound of his timer going off, signaling the end of his energon break. He downed the rest of the cube in a quick swig and went back to responding to the never-ending stream of asinine memos from assorted Decepticons. He was actually sort of looking forward to seeing Hook, Mixmaster, and Blitzwing later for dancing. It would be a nice change of pace.

“You made it!” Hook chittered excitedly as he welcomed Rumble to repair bay. “Come in, come in. I have to put up the do not disturb sign.” Rumble looked around as he stepped inside, watching as Blitzwing finished setting up a few speakers in the waiting area while Mixmaster stacked up the chairs to make room for dancing. “Hehe. Cute set up.” Mixmaster looked up, eye attachments wiggling some to adjust his vision. He waved to Rumble enthusiastically. “You m-made it!” “We are almost set up,” Blitzwing said, adjusting a few more settings on the speakers. “Hook is really excited that you agreed to come.” “Oh yeah?” Rumble raised a brow as he leaned against the wall. “Why’s that?” “Well…uh. We should not say,” Blitzwing gestured in front of their mouth and turned away, and Mixmaster just chuckled. The secrecy was making Rumble more than a little unexpectedly nervous, though he was good at not showing it. He shrugged as he stayed propped up against the wall. “Guess I’ll find out.” He jumped slightly as the lights flickered off suddenly, the floor lighting up instead in a multi-colored tile pattern of greens, blues, and yellows. It was very…familiar. The speakers started pumping music into the room, filling the space with a beat he could really dance to. He even started tapping his foot a bit, feeling the rhythm pulse in his chest alongside his spark. “…wow,” he almost gasped, thoroughly impressed with the display of lights and sounds.

Hook returned to the room, strutting across the illuminated dance floor, his glowing red visor and hook lure standing out in the mostly cool light of the floor. He hopped up and landed on the floor in a perfect splits before smoothly sliding his legs back together and up to standing. He crouched down some and pointed at Rumble, silently beckoning him closer with his finger. An invitation. A challenge. Not one to be easily outdone, he moved to meet Hook’s call, boldly stepping out into the center of the dance floor. His movements were controlled, practiced, and made him feel so free and alive. He swayed his hips and slid to the left, then the right, then he sprang into the air for a flip before landing in a perfect splits of his own. He stood up fluidly and snapped his fingers a few times, meeting Hook’s gaze intensely and smirking before pointing at Blitzwing and Mixmaster. The two slid over to join Hook and Rumble in the spotlight, Blitwing showing off a more traditional dance, using a lot of twirls and sharp motions of their wings and Mixmaster dancing around his barrel in a way that made it appear as though it was a stationary object. After everyone’s little solo preformances, the four of them got down to just enjoying dancing as a group. Rumble wasn’t sure exactly when Mixmaster had passed out drinks to everyone, but he found himself sipping on something the chemist called a Citrus Acid Splash as he shuffled to the beat next to Blitzwing. Hook’s hand eventually found his and pulled him over.

“Rumble,” the crane’s voice was almost nervous, but he spoke with purpose. “You’re having fun, yes?” The blue cassette laughed and took a long sip of his drink. “Of course I am! You’re crazy, doc. This is so cool!” “I’ve been working on it for a while!” Hook smiled. Rumble wasn’t sure of the last time he’d seen the uptight Constructicon smile before earlier that day. “Enemy and Frenzy helped me pick out the music and set up the floor. A lot like the parties where you’re from back home, yes?” “Oh, yeah! It is like back home!” Rumble nodded, the familiarity of the space making more sense to him now. The beat seemed to slow around his spark suddenly. It felt like he could see right through the doctor’s visor to the exposed care and earnestness in his eyes. “You…you did this all for me?” “Y-yes. Yes! I wanted to show you a good time!” the crane was anxious. Why? Rumble was starting to feel nauseous. The lights shifting to disorienting him instead of soothing him. Rumble pulled his hand away from Hook’s. “What are you tryin’ to get out of me?” “W-what?” Hook tilted his head some. He wasn’t that much taller than Rumble, but the difference in height was very potent all of a sudden. “Everyone always wants somethin’ from me,” Rumble took a step back from Hook. “Oh! No, no! I just thought this would be fun! Aren’t you having fun?” “You’re freakin’ me out!”

The music was off suddenly. The silence suffocating the cassette as the dance floor lights went out and the bright, waiting room lights flicked back on. “R-R-Rumble?” Mixmaster’s voice cut through the silence. “Th-there’s a space here. If you need a s-s-sec.” The chemist opened a supply closet door, and even though it was embarassing, Rumble quickly rushed over to it and shut himself inside to have a moment. He focused on revving up his internal fans to cool his systems down, but he could hear them whispering outside.

“What was that about?” Blitzwing asked. “I th-think he was just overwhelmed is all,” Mixmaster said. “Perhaps I was coming on a bit too strong there. We’re all on edge. It’s hard to blame him,” Hook added. “Ah. I suppose so. Maybe we should have toned down the secrecy. Been a bit more forward,” Blitwing mused. “Sh-sh-should we go check on him?” Mixmaster asked. “Give him space. We want to help him relax. There’s no pressure,” Hook said. “Come. Let’s go get some cleaning done.”

Rumble stayed shut in the closet a while longer, stilling his racing spark and frantic thoughts. The idea of anyone other than his fellow cassettes or Soundwave doing something for him out of the kindness of their sparks was a foreign concept to him. It felt wrong. It felt twisted. Like it had to be a set up. It felt wrong to believe that this could just be something nice for him. He let out a long exhale. But he’d try to believe it. Hook went through all the trouble of setting this up. A lot of trouble he didn’t have to go through. Mixmaster and Blitwing too. And he was locked in a closet scared out of his mind about what the catch was going to be. And honestly…he didn’t think it was fair of him to assume so much malice from them.

He cracked open the supply closet door. “Hook? Hook you there?” he called for the crane. Hook heard the cassette’s voice and made his way over, crouching outside the supply closet. “Yes?” “I…appreciate you doin’ all this for me,” he said, looking up at the crane. “Just not used to it, you know?” Hook nodded. “I know the feeling.” Rumble didn’t really expect that. He opened the door more and nodded. “It’s weird, you know? You set up all this really thoughtful stuff for me, and here I am thinkin’ that it’s like… It’s some sort of…” “A set up? A trap?” Hook smiled gently. Rumble nodded. “Any chance we can get the music going again? I wanna…enjoy this.” “There’s plenty of time,” Hook chuckled. “Good ‘cause I would’ve felt like such a piece of scrap wastin’ our time to hang out in this closet,” he stepped out and playfully smacked Hook on the arm. “C’mon.” Hook gently placed a hand on the cassette’s shoulder and leaned down. “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

Rumble wasn’t totally sure why. Maybe he was swept up in the moment some. But he moved to meet the crane and pressed his lips softly to Hook’s. The Constructicon froze some, but purred and leaned gently into the kiss. Rumble pulled away when he heard Mixmaster whistle some. “Ooooo! H-H-Hook! Looks like some cassette likes y-you~!” Mixmaster giggled. Hook stood up and pouted some. “Oh shut up and set up the dance floor.” He huffed and moved to get the speakers running again as well. Rumble smiled and followed.

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