Visions for Valong

Collaboration with Valong from

It's after the ceasefire and lots of things have relaxed. It's really nice to be able to breath and not be constantly on guard. Being a POW for the Decepticons is not a fun thought. Not just the imprisonment and potential physical attacks from them. It's the constantly feeling like the 'Autobot Mechs' have to protect them. Humiliating. Come on, they stole Energon right out from under the Guardian of Cybertron's nose and lived to tell about it. Why the hell should they need to be protected! Most certainly not NOW!

Right. So some sort of Femme Arrogance has landed them here now. Shit. Moonracer, Firestar and Arcee are in Commander Elita-1's office. On her left side, her Second in Command, Commander Chromia is watching their reactions carefully. The three femme get a telling-off from their CO. They didn't reported to their usual duty this morning and she would like an explanation. NOW!

Without much of a choice, now they have to explain themselves. Maybe the faction war is over, but the structure still stands until further notice. A bit chaffing with it's rules.

"So I ask you one more time: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Commander Chromia bellows making the three femme's already sore heads ring.

The three look to each other trying to figure out exactly what to say and who is stupid enough to explain.
"Well you see the evening before….," Arcee tries to explain:

~~~ Last Night ~~~
Our three femmes Arcee, Moonracer and Firestar are going out. A huge sigh of relief to get away from the encroaching Autobot mechs trying to 'stake their claim' before the Decepticon mech's try. Not everyone was lucky enough to find sweet warriors like Optimus and Ironhide; lucky Elita and Chromia. Nope, seems like all that was left were… ugh. So Arcee, Moonracer and Firestar have decided it's time to get off the base and get away. Where is the last place anyone would look for them?

Firestar smiles and points. Arcee nods and they drag whimpering Moonracer along. Inside a primarily Decepticon nightclub, they meet the Seekers who were the bane of the entire Autobot Faction. As much as it would be easy to turn their noses up to the mechs inviting them for a drink, there is some honor and a similarity to their own plight.

Arcee turns to Firestar (knowing Moonracer would just cower away), "What do you say? I've been meaning to get to know them anyway and like us, they didn't get all the respect they deserved. Let's find out what they are really like. What do you say?"

Not knowing that her sister-in-arms has her optics on the same flying-mech, she smiles taking up the drinks the waitress had delivered to them from the three mechs and strides over to the 'boys'. Ever the gentle-bot, Thundercracker stands giving Moonracer his chair.

Arcee, the more brisker of the three, begins a conversation with the silent Thundercracker while helping him gather more chairs, "So, how's the truce treating you?"

At least she tries but Snotty Screamer, takes the chair from Arcee for himself and fires back, "Perfect. Looks like we have all the Autobot goods."

Thundercracker and Arcee roll their optics and she tries again, "Thundercracker, have you gotten a chance to do anything fun?"

Just as the blue one opens his mouth, Starscream fills in words, "Ha! What do you call luring you off the base?"

Arcee glowers at him plunking down into the chair Skyward vacates for her next to the most arrogant of all the beings at the table, "We didn't come here for you, Nova Nuts."

"Nova Nuts? Oh so you have heard about how I set femme's sparks aflame," he slams his drink back.

Taking the light drink the boys had given her, she slams it back and hooks a finger in the air to the waitress, "Oh yes the pelvic scraplets you are known to spread around is quite a legend in our faction. All bite and no pleasure with a lingering rash of shame."

Skywarp can't help but cackle to that one. Starscream slams his pede down on the purple one. Taking advantage, Arcee tries once more to talk to Thundercracker but she gets repeatedly interrupted by Screamer. He provokes, makes fun of her trying to talk intellectually with Thundercracker, making the blue one flush.

Starscream might be the scientist, but Thundercracker is no dummy either. The mech spends (or tired to) spend his time reading literature and other cultural and geographical information. Firestar leans in to Thundercracker as Arcee has to keep firing back at Starscream. Arcee does not take any shit from him. They bicker with each other constantly giving Firestar a chance to talk to Thundercracker.

With the noise in the bar, they have to lean in closer to each other. With his greater bulk and wings, he finally makes them more comfortable by laying a hand across the back of her chair and practically nuzzling into her cheek so she can hear him. She smells wonderful. No there weren't a whole lot of Decepticon Femmes he felt comfortable talking to, but this one… well the war is over and factions mean nothing anymore, right?

Leaning into his audio as well, she notices the hint of jet fuel from his frame mixed with breath of vintage Energon in his 'shot glass' (rather sneaky of him to hold face) is more than intoxicating with his attentive and warm optics. Never did she have these kind of conversations with Inferno or Red Alert. Its not only his deep voice soothing and calm, he's actually interested in what she has to say.

Firestar is a bit reserved, like Thundercracker, but secretly she adores Thundercracker's wide spread dark blue and shiny wings with these comely red and white strips on it. She catches herself thinking how easy it would be to touch them. After all they are just a breath away. Flushing, she wonders what would he do if she accidentally brushed her mouth against the tip to slick a lick to that red stripe?

She shivers with his breath warms her throat again, "Are you alright, Firestar? There's no need to be afraid of us."

She looks up into his warm ruby optics and knows she has a lot to be afraid of, her ex will kill her if she falls for the flyer. Swallowing hard, she knows she's doomed. She always did like watching Thundercracker in action and could swear he gave her a wink once before taking off in retreat.

In the meantime, Skywarp is hitting on Moonracer. She has just separated from Powerglide (cheating bastard!) and drowns her sorrows with high grade Energon. She has no time for mechs and most certainly not ones who think with their egos not their sparks.

Tossing back her sixth she flicks the empty in his face, "There must be a reason they call you 'Warppy. For your brain is all warped if you think I have two nano seconds of time for you."

He, with a cheeky grin croons back, "Hey baby, don't be like that. Come on you can do jet judo with me anytime and blow that chip off your shoulder. And you know what we can do afterward?!" he winks at her trying to let her know he wants nothing serious and maybe she should give it a try. Nope too much like the red lying flyer.

"Buzz off," she snorts back another.

"Warp!" Thundercracker chides him. It's not just that his trine mate is getting rather lude on top of Starscream over there trading insults with Arcee. He sighs heavily. Damn it he finally has a chance with a REAL conversation and these two are going to blow it by thinking with their cogs and egos. Once again, he's embarrassed by his brothers.

Once again, Arcee is trying her luck at Thundercracker, but again, the arrogant second in command interferes cheekily. Yes both smirking Starscream and furious Arcee can see that Firestar has made a connection with Thundercracker that the pink femme was hoping for.

While Starscream teases, "So Professor Thundercracker, what books are on the reading list this summer?" Arcee grabs both Firestar and Thundercracker's lighter weight but heavier volume glasses of Energon and pours it over still talking Starscream's head. All, except Screamer, are laughing. Even Thundercracker, with a soft warm chuckle. Firestar is delighted about his mechly laughter and she tells him how beautiful his smile is leaning her hand to his cockpit accidentally infuriating Arcee to all ends! Thundercracker thanks her nervously and Firestar sees his face slightly blushing.

Starscream leaps to his pedes fists bared ready to clock the lighter weight femme. Likewise, Arcee flinches for a moment seeing the serious move, but prepares herself for his next one. Both Seekers reach out and lay a hand on each of his arms, "Hey, cool it Starscream," the soft tone of reason comes from Thundercracker making Firestar's spark flutter to his devotion to his trine.

Much like her own for her sisters, "Arcee, please. Just drop it back a notch."

Even normally crazy Skywarp has a serious and soothing tone to his voice, "Star', breathe. Please, don't get us kicked out of here after all it took for us to get a night off."

Starscream looks around to not only his trine who really needed a break but also the three 'sisters' who just came for some fun and to break away like them.

He rights his chair and sits silently. Arcee looks away from him and to the spectacle across the room. Yeah that mech and femme will be going home together. She plays with the glass and sees the way Thundercracker and Firestar are looking at each other, yep she lost that chance. Seeing the way Moonracer and Skywarp are still bantering, it will be a toss up if they will be berthing, or laughing, or purging together.

Moonracer easily shoots a look back, flicking a hand to Thundercracker to keep on with Firestar. She may have a broken spark, but it doesn't mean her sister should not be able to have a real conversationalist for a change. Returning to Skywarp, plucks the drink right out of his hand, "You do remember that I shot you down, more then once, don't you ?"

He gives her that charming arrogant smile, waving the though off. "Primus! That was yesterday !"

Slamming the shot glass upside down beside the others in her tally marks of drinks 'killed', "I'm the best sharpshooter in the damn Universe and I bet I can drink most of these Cons and Bots under the table, too." Just for that, jumps up, knocking her chair back with a loud bang. Over in the corner is a set of Wreckers and Combaticons having their own drinking brigade. The poor waitress walking by has a whole tray set for the dueling divisions. Moonracer plucks the tray and sets it on top of her platform of 'kills'.

"I tell you what, Flyboy," she looks at him defiantly, "When you get the courage and stableness to challenge me...and you win...then we have a date ! Until then, buzz off."

"Oh, don't you worry about my stableness, Green Gem, I have more than plenty!" He reaches for the first shot on the tray.

"Warp !" Thundercracker is indignant about Warps frivolity.

Starscream snickers to the brazenness for Skywarp to go toe to toe with a sniper. He's felt her sting and knows she is not someone to mess around with, unlike the spitfire beside him. Plunking an elbow to the table top, he gives the brooding pink femme a close examination. Sure she is pissed her sister made a connection with his brother and it's made her a bit punchy. Ever the gentlemech, he's giving her something to punch on. He's saving her from spark break, and Thundercracker as well. For the intellectual blue mech would be bored with the feisty femme in a snap and then would come the drawn out weeks of Thundercracker trying to let her down and proud she trying to make it look like he's the aft when she made a poor choice in preys. Yeah, that's exactly why he's engaging her in this verbal melee. It has nothing to do with the fact he wants to swallow that sharp tongue and make her scream in wild abandonment. Nope nothing like that. No he hasn't had her on his mind for ages, with late night dreams of pealing the away the scars on her spark like an onion until she cries in a blithering pool in his arms… and he tells her he knew she was made for him from the first moment he laid optics on her and she shot him right above the optic brow leaving a scar. No, nothing like that, she shakes his helm and fires something off snotty to her sister and his other brother:

"Come one Warp, show this leafy thing how it's done."

Firestar is speechless as Moonracer reaches for another glass, "Tuck your landing gear in Airhead, you're about to crash and burn."

Arcee is disgusted by Starscream encouraging the dual of drinks, "Pig !"

"Oh is this too soft for your taste, Missy? Shall I call your mummy and have her pick you up?" Starscream reaches for a shot from the tray in challenge. She waits to see if he is going to just down it, but he doesn't. Nope, he raises it in salute to her.

Taking a deep sigh, Arcee snatches one up too. "Your arrogance is your down fall, Starscream."

With a tinge of seriousness he says softer, "You have to do far better than that, Arcee."

They clink glasses to the challenge to begin and down they go. All four slam their shots down and reach for the next as the throats are on fire. Thundercracker orders another vintage for Firestar and himself. This time, in flutes. She flushes and he leans in:

"It might be up to us to be the designated drivers."

~~~ The next morning. ~~~
Arcee wakes up to her head buzzing. Clearing her blurry optics, she startles when she realizes she is in the arms of the sleeping… oh shit. Starscream!

Okay that's bad, but worse, she's even more terrified when she realizes that they are both naked. Now she begins to remember more of last night.

I Some how Starscream and Arcee ended up leaning on each other when she said she had to pee. He curled his nose at the bar's facilities and motioned that he and his sloshed mates live within flying distance. Moonracer got her jet-judo with Skywarp even barrel rolling, until the green femme purged and he felt really bad. Starscream of course is full throttle and just tore up the jet stream heading towards their place.

All Arcee remembers after stepping out of their 'facility' is tender, demanding hands sneaking their way first caressing and then delving under the armor. Not just his but hers seemed to be the more demanding ones wanting to 'dress him down'. From there it went to kisses over her body, moans and then…pleas. No just from her, but him too. Begging her to lick his wings tips. Begging to be allowed to lick her helm spire. Pleading to hold her while he surges and plunges into the deepest curves of her body. Crying out his name like he's never heard before and choking on the emotion wanting to hear it again. Not in arrogance of mechly claim, no sweetness of his lonely spark. How could she say no to that? She crooned out his name from her own lonely spark, watched him keen over in sweet bliss. He pinned her to the berth and told her she was never leaving him. This was not an order from the commander, it was from his sweet spark no one knew he had.

She touched his sad face until a lovely smile came across his lips kissing her tips to which she pulled him down for another round that went much slower

. /I

"Primus ! How could that have happen...?!" She wants to punch him right in his face for the emotions that she has tried cover and bury. Just before she launches her fist, she looks at the sleeping Seeker. At this dark...and very handsome face. He looks so peaceful. Vulnerable. Utterly different than what she saw during the war or even the lonely one from last night.

The soft femme warrior can see a small scar at his left optic, hardly visible. Perhaps quite old. She wonders if he got this scar when he was a sparkling or during his early training days?

In the semi-darkness she looks around and discovers Moonracer and Skywarp. The light green femme lays on top of the sleeping black and purple Seeker. Skywarp has a soft hand to her broad (warrior class) hip keeping her close. The sniper has her hand entwined with his remaining one up under her chin. Neck arched back, the purple one is snoring but not too loud. Arcee smiles to Moonracer being cuddled; something Powerglide refused to ever give. Funny to see Powerglide lost a damn good thing and Skywarp gained it.

The Commander beneath her mumbles her name and smacks his lips to a smile reminding her that she and Moonracer are buck naked. With a stirring she realizes, she is still intimately connected to him as well, and he's warming up in his dream. Turning her head again trying to ignore the need it is stirring within her, Firestar and Thundercracker are naked as well laying together in close embrace. That has to be the sweetest position. Firestar is hitched up higher on the berth with both arms wrapped around his brilliant helm keeping it against her spark. He not only has one strong arm under her helm for a pillow, but his other draped over her side keeping her just as close. If they were any closer, she would swear they were conjoined. Thundercracker has not only his upper leg over her hip, he has her other one between and wrapped around his. These two are going to be very hard to disconnect.

With Starscream twitching intimately again, Arcee realizes that they are in the quarters of the Seekers. Their armor and the armor of the Seekers are spread wildly across the floor and mixed like six jigsaw puzzles poured out together. The room is a big tangled mess of limbs, blankets, armor and pillows…. And soon to be broken sparks. She sees the chronometer and groans:

Oh boy, Command is going to have their helms.
Arcee tries not to wake the mechs while trying to wake her sisters. "Pssst Moonracer," she calls whisperingly carefully sliding off her lover while he sighs and his arms slip to his sides. Moonracer wakes up at least as terrified as the blue sister had if not more. Arcee signals her that they have to go with a finger to her lips and then to the time piece. With a careful nod to her own fuzzy head, Moonracer throws a little cushion onto Firestars helmet-shoulder area. Thundercracker nuzzles in and the red-orange femme wakes up to smile and snuggles even closer with Thundercracker. As a 'punishment' she gets another cushion on her helmet.

This time her fuzzy helm lifts and scowls. Then blanches seeing her sisters-in-arms unarmored and trying to ease away from their sleeping partners. Carefully, Moonracer shoves a cushion into Warps arms (so he thinks it's her). Before she crawls from the berth, she lifts the blanket, looks wistfully at his mechhood and sighs "Damn, you haven't promised too much Flyboy..." Then she smiles. "That...was definitely worth a sin !"

For that, Arcee pings a cushion back at the green femme who easily catches it threatening to fire it back again until Firestar gives a sharp "SHH!" and flings Arcee her sod piece she tugged out from under Thundercracker's thigh. Then she tucks the blanket sweetly to Thundercracker's chin and he hums.

Checking each other over, they make sure they have all their armor pieces. Before they leave the quarters, Arcee makes a picture of the naked, half covered Screamer and Warp. She wanted one of Thundercracker for herself, but Firestar didn't want it taken and instead leans over to give Thundercracker a one-sided memorable kiss.

One the way back, Arcee says that they never know for what they still can use the pictures for. Shrugging she smirks, "Blackmail or for our lockers." Although, her own spark pangs that maybe…. Just maybe the war really is over and she can have a real future with a real mech?

~~~~ Again in the present.~~~~

Arcee keeps that pang in her spark to herself but tells the pertinent details of the night. Trying to cover their tails, they tell Elita that they do not know how this could have happen and apologized deeply and honestly for their mistake.

Elita sighs exasperated. One she knows the look of love, seeing it every time she and Optimus stand before the mirror together, but on the other hand… Slapping a palm to her forehelm she has no idea how she will explain this to the Prime for he will hear from Prowl about disciplining her troops. "And that, after just one week ceasefire!" Groaning again she dismisses the three, "Primus help you if I find out you have turned the Femme Division into a pack of party whores!"

Arcee and Firestar feel stabbed through and through. Moonracer just sniggers knowing she had the best fragging of her life and just can not WAIT to tell Powerglide that not only did she drink a Seeker under the table, but she tied him to his berth until he cried out her name and overloading before she even road him. And then, it only got better.

Before Arcee leaves the room, (last one out) though hoping to ask if she can see Starscream personally and respectfully, Chromia calls to her. The mated-dusky blue femme is asking the younger pink one, after exchanging treasonous looks with Elita, that she would like to review the pictures as well. "For security reasons, of course."

Arcee grins seeing that her blackmail is not with the Seekers but with her own officers. "Yes ma'am!" and goes to get her camera. For if Optimus or Ironhide knew that their mates wanted to see three naked Seekers… Arcee has the goods now.

"I'll be seeing you soon, Screamer," she smiles up to the morning sky.