Title: RoSkNo
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor
Continuity: G1
Characters: Thundercracker, Skywarp
Summary: When a certain Seeker is alone, he likes to indulge himself.
Warnings: Mild slash towards the end.
Note: This was written for RoSkNo on tumblr.

Thundercracker had made sure to lock the door, to search his shared quarters for any hidden cameras or bugs, and to confirm Skywarp's patrol would not be rescheduled at the last possible moment before removing his box from a secret compartment underneath his berth. He opened the box and carefully removed its content. It looked complete and greatly resembled some of the images he had seen on the humans' Internet, but he would know for sure once he tried it out. 

The Seeker stared at his reflection or, to be more specific, at the reflection of his swaying hips and the ruffled yellow skirt that swished along with their movements. He smiled, quite pleased with how the "home"-made garment had turned out. It had been such a pain to gather all the fabric he needed to make the skirt, but it was worth it. Not to mention, his thoughts added, he looked pretty good too. 

Skywarp was in a fairly good mood as he walked down the Nemesis's corridors. He'd just been cleared from the medbay after he and Dirge were forced to return from patrol early thanks to a certain pair of jet-judo-loving twins, but the lucky teleporter escaped the encounter with only a few dents unlike the blue Conehead, who was still being repaired. He couldn't wait to get back to his quarters and give his trinemate a little scare, Skywarp had a wide grin just thinking about it. Suddenly, the black Seeker stopped in his tracks and smacked his helm. Duh! Why was he walking to his room? He could just teleport straight there and that for sure would take Thundercracker by surprise. And just like that, Skywarp vanished with a flash of purple light.

Thundercracker was adjusting the skirt when his optics caught the purple flash in the mirror. He quickly turned to the light's source and saw Skywarp gaping at him. Caught off guard and his processor blank, Thundercracker could only silently stare back at his stunned trinemate. Slowly, but surely, Skywarp began to back out of the room. Once Skywarp's back hit the door, his servo reached over to the control panel and pressed a button to unlock and open the door. The teleporter quickly exited; his optics never once leaving Thundercracker until the door was shut, separating the two Seekers. 

"That was weird," Thundercracker finally muttered and nonchalantly went back to fixing his skirt. 

Meanwhile in the corridor, Skywarp desperately tried to push the image of his fellow Seeker in a skirt out of his processor, the sound of his cooling fans roaring in his audios.