Authors Note: Okay, I know. 'Why haven't you updated Drone Interfacing 101 yet?!' Well, here's the reason. This has been a side project for a whole year now and... I want to share it with you. To be honest, DI101 was a plot bunny bred from this. Want to meet the predecessor of that story? Well, here you go. Feel free to read and tell me what you think. Just like DI101, this story is most smut with a bit of plot. Warning: Some OOC characters incoming. Don't like it, Don't fragging read it. Any input in the form of Reviews are welcome. It's not complete by any means, but I might as well share what I've got anyway.

Disclaimer: Don't own transformers. -shrug-

Chapter 1:

If there is one thing that can be said about the drones aboard the Nemesis, it's that their fragging gossips! Let a bot help out a stressed teammate and rumors start flying instantly! These rumors lead to questions which lead to favors and now, I'm regretting ever helping ST-3V3 out. Why? Because the red optics of the Decepticon SIC are staring down at me in expectation. Being a lowly Vehicon, I never expected that the Seeker Commander would ever consider asking for my help, especially with other drones around. Speaking of the others, most were gaping, giggling and whispering to each other. Starscream was leaning over my seated form, entirely too close for my comfort.

"Steve, when I get my servos on you, you are a dead mech." I growl viciously.

Starscream raises a browplate, "You still haven't answered me, P4S-10N."

I sigh in defeat, refusing is basically suicide and I like being online, thank you very much. "Of course, Commander Starscream. I would be delighted to help you."

"Good." He walks around me and sits on my lap, much to my surprise. "You'll start now."

"B-b-but Sir! The others-!" I stutter out completely flabbergasted. Did he really expect me to do this in front of all the other drones?

"What about them?" He turns to look at me with irritated confusion.

I gap at him. Oh Primus, he did! I'm sure my faceplates are burning a bright blue if the heat I feel is any indication but with a vent, I gently rub the smaller set of wings that fluttered along his back. I will admit that Starscream is definitely a beautiful mech and to be given the chance to do this, is probably once in a lifecycle opportunity. Even under better circumstances, meaning if my life didn't depend on my answer, I would have probably agreed anyway. There are many rumors that Starscream interfaces with Megatron and I have a funny feeling in my spark that the only reason the SIC is here is because Megatron has gone a little crazy after his long trip through space. I wouldn't blame the Seeker if he didn't really trust the leader while his processor is a little glitched, especially with a delicate thing like interfacing. With Knockout busy in the medbay, Megatron a little insane and the fact that the other officers would deny him, Starscream's only other choice would be the various drones that litter the Nemesis halls. I, Passion, as my numerical designation translates to, could only assume that he had heard the spreading rumors one day and decided that I would be the best candidate to ask.

I take my servos and gently scratch along the length of sensitive metal that makes up Starscream's wings and dig my pointed digits deeply into the joints that connect them to his back, tracing the nodes and transformation cogs inside. Of course, Starscream trembles and moans deeply as his systems heat up from the pleasure signals being sent through him. Seeker wings are notorious for being extremely sensitive. I remove one servo and trace it around the SIC's waist to dig under the armor that covered the Seekers chasis. I palmed the wires, circuitry and toyed with the nodes with my clawed digits. I made sure to avoid his spark chamber, knowing that it was forbidden and way too intimate than a simple interface. That didn't mean I didn't tease around the delicate casing, knowing that the light touches around it would make his frame even more receptive to the signals his nodes were sending him. I shift a little, glad that the chair I sat on supported both our weights, and maneuvered my legs between his so that he now straddled them. I slowly but sensually run my hand down from under his chasis armor and scratched at the green glass that made up the cockpit for his alt. mode on his waist. Starscream gasps at the mix of pain and pleasure, arching his back to push closer to my servo.

"Mm... You certainly... Hn... live up to... ah! The rumors... Nng!" Starscream's moans were becoming louder and more frequent.

I hum, "Oh, I'm holding back."

"Impressive." Starscream whimpers as I dig my digits into a seam on his hip. "However, I never told you to hold back, drone. I'm sure whatever you've got, I can take."

Those words, which should have never been uttered to me in a situation like this, sent my frame into overdrive. His reactions and sounds were not going unaffected and when the SIC basically gave me permission to cut loose, Primus, did I cut loose. I growl hotly into his audio before abruptly using my legs to spread his as far as they could. The Seeker yelps at the sudden movement only to groan loudly when I dug my claws into the seams on his thighs harshly. In a bold move, I reach up and clutch his neck cables firmly and at the same time, palm his pelvic plating.

"You're... You're going to regret saying that." I pant, sending hot vents into his audio making the Seeker shiver in arousal.

Keeping a servo grasping his neck, I use my free servo to remove my required mask, showing my red optics and silver faceplate to the world. I'm the only Vehicon who has a removable mask, a reward I got when I was still on Cybertron, and the only drone who has visible and permanent scars. I got three that extend down my cheekplate from my left optic and one that starts about an inch above my top lipplate and extends down to my chin guard. A testament to my experience in battle. My optics are a dark maroon because of the amount of lust I'm feeling right now. I let my glossa extend, it being longer than a normal one, and dragged it across the side of the SIC's helm making him shiver severely. I let my mask drop onto the floor before I trace the outside of the Seekers interface panel. Starscream whines as I plant my faceplate firmly into his neck and started intertwining my glossa across an through various wires, all while my servo tightens its grip slightly. Finally, I manage to locate the release latch for his panel and with a click, it retracts. Staining my lap, the chair and the floor, a river of pink lubricants escape from the aroused Seekers port. I dip two of my digits lightly into the fluids before bringing them up to my faceplate and licking my pointer digit clean. I then bring my middle digit close to Starscream's mouth where he quickly starts sucking it, the taste of himself only furthering his lust. I moan against his neck at the feeling of the Seekers warm glossa twirling around the digit, Primus, he has serious talent with that glossa of his. I pull back slightly before pushing it back into his mouth before repeating the action. I'm now essentially digit-interfacing with the SIC's mouth, the action causing both of us to moan passionately. The feeling of Starscream's port leaking more lubricant was amazing and it made me extremely impatient. I remove my servos away from his mouth, Starscream whines and tries to lean forward to take the digit back, and I tightly grasp the throbbing spike at its base. Starscream gasps harshly and arches his back sharply at the sudden rush of pleasure. I slowly and painstakingly start to move my servo, up and down.

"T-This is driving me crazy!" Starscream moans loudly. "Please!"

I notice how the other drones were watching, each had their cooling fans on and some were actually self-stimulating. Some wore blushes and tried to pretend that nothing was wrong but I knew they were listening. The thought of my audience sent a rush of lust through my systems, to know that everyone was watching and enjoying the show made me feel incredible. I was long past the point of caring and the experience was becoming incredibly enjoyable.

I retract my glossa and growl lowly, "Please what?"

"Primus! Frag me already!" The Seeker gasps when I squeeze my servo in warning.

I chuckle in a dark amusement before deciding to move on. I let his neck go to open my own interface panel. My port was just as wet as Starscream's but my spike was definitely larger than normal. The more aroused I am, the larger my spike gets. Weird, I know, but I was extremely aroused which showed in length and width.

Starscream gaps at the spike rubbing between his thighs, "Holy Primus! You're even bigger than Megatron!"

I didn't know whether to grin in pride or grimace at being compared to the Decepticon leader. I settled for humming in satisfaction. Starscream wraps a servo around my member and experimentally strokes it. I moan and pump my own servo making Starscream sigh pleasurably. I choke on air when Starscream quickly leans forward and spears himself all the way down on my cord. I grasp his hips tightly to keep him steady but the sight on his port sinking down smoothly onto me made me shiver. Wet warmth engulfed me and I was lost in the pleasure for a moment. Starscream's face was pure wanton, optics wide and staring at the ceiling, mouth open in a wide smile as his glossa darted from the cavern, covered in clear drool-like lubricant which leaked down to his chin. He was being stretched in such a wondrous way and he felt... full, for the lack of better word. It was amazing! Starscream moans as he lifts himself up and slams himself back down. I latched onto his wings quickly, rubbing and licking them. It didn't take much longer for Starscream to overload, sending transfluid flying into the air from his spike and gushing a river of pink lubricant from his port. I growl when the Seeker stops to vent in the blissful aftermath. He yelps when I stand with him still connected, and lean him over to console in front of me. When Starscream had approached me, I was doing monitor duty. I can only hope Commander Soundwave doesn't notice my lack on monitoring.

I lean over him as he looks over his shoulder guards at me and growl, "We are far from finished."

His optics widen as I began a hard and fast pace, his chasis scraping against the console and servos clutching the sides. His port was still sensitive from his last overload, so, the sudden pleasure was heightened even more. Starscream moans and screams, no longer able to form coherent words. I was using his wings to pull him back as I thrust, each meeting of our hips making a loud clanking sound. I pant, my frame overheating and engine revving from the pleasure going through me. I feel Starscream's port clench as he overloads again but I don't stop. I was getting desperate, I needed to overload. I slowed down slightly so that I could grind and rotate my hips more, Starscream was trembling and whimpering at the over sensitization of his frame.

I lean down to whisper into his audios, "So close. Let's overload together. Come on." I pause to pant, "Overload for me, Lord Starscream." I growl the title hotly, knowing it would send him to the edge, before latching my denta down on one of his wings as I overload hard. Starscream lives up to his designation and screams in his own final overload, the title and sudden mix of pain and pleasure being the point of no return for the Seeker. Our frames stay rigid for a second before relaxing. The Seeker lays panting on the console with my own panting frame laying on top of his. I wrap my arms around his waist and fall back into the chair. He whimpers as the movement caused my spike to sink further into him. I moan as the SIC slowly raises himself off of me before closing both of our interface panels. He leans down, caging me in my chair and studies my faceplate. I'm surprised when chin grips my chin and kisses me. His optics stare into mine as our glossas intertwined.

When he pulls back, he purrs, "Expect another visit real soon."

With that he turns and struts out of the room. I sigh, put my mask back on and leave to my quarters, my shift having finished about half way into our interface. I lay down onto my berth and wonder one thing before falling into recharge, just what have I gotten myself into now?

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