Crack RP fic. Everyone needs a bit of it, every now and then. Because then it's something to look back on and just say "GUH!" later.
A huge, gigantic, major, Guardian-sized shoutout to Katea-Nui, whose portrayal of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are utterly awesome.
I was Starscream. (Like THAT shocks anyone.)
Pairing(s): Sideswipe/Starscream, Sideswipe/Starscream/Sunstreaker
Rating: M. NC-17. Not for young audiences.
Warnings: Sticky interfacing, oral, crossfaction, threesome between male-personality Cybertronians, hints of D/s, one human curse word, PWP, RP-fic. Also, twincest. But you knew that was coming.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Starscream dropped to his knees, looking up through slitted optics with a slight smirk on his dark lips. "Please. Want it. need it, now...anything you want if you'll just take me, right here, right now."
Sideswipe stared down in surprise and no small amount of lust at the gorgeous Seeker on his knees in front of him. Whatever turn of fortune had led him here, he didn't know, but he'd be damned stupid if he didn't snatch it up. He growled, gripping the dark chin in strong (but hesitant) fingers. "You want what, Screamer?"
Starscream looked up, lazy defiance in every slight twitch of his wings. An undercurrent of lust was evident in his low tones as he felt heat wash through his sensor net, why, he wasn't sure. "Something...different. You know Seekers, or else you wouldn't play in the sky. Want to be taken by you, and I know you want it too. Otherwise you wouldn't spend your function with your hands all over us...all over me." He reached down and trailed a finger down his chestplate... all...the..way...down.
The crimson ex-gladiator barely repressed a violent full body shiver, instead letting his venting shudder as he released the heated air his vents had pulled in. Bright baby blue optics were locked on the finger's trail, his armor feeling as though it was he who felt it, a burning sensation in the finger's wake. His optics drifted back to the hooded ruby gaze of the 'Con Seeker. He didn't know where this had sprung from. He was also far from scared of it. He didn't have much experience with control; that was Sunstreaker's claimed role in their lives, but this was... Far too good to just pass up. Sideswipe reached out with the servo not holding the Seeker's face in place and grasped the wandering servo before it could reach it's intended destination. "Why."
Starscream whimpered slightly, not wanting to be denied. His hips moved, an unmistakable jerk, and he jerked his head to the side, just enough to have access to one of Sides' fingertips. "Because. Isn't that reason enough? Don't you want to say that you had me, any way you want me? Hard, fast, slow, gentle, against the ground, behind..." He drew the finger between his lips and sucked hard, the meaning unmistakable.
Heat flashed behind Sideswipe's panel, his spike stiffening even as his valve lubricated from long practice. The wet heat around his finger gave testament to what was to come and a wicked, domineering grin flashed across his slightly grey faceplates. "You want me, Screamer?" He hummed faux-sweetly, pulling his finger from the Seeker's mouth and angling his helm meaningfully, panel sliding aside as his spike, halfway to pressurizing, extended. He was still hesitant, morals and loyalty warring with lust and need. But still his voice dropped a few pitches, rumbling in his throat. "Gonna have to work for it."
"This isn't work, Sides." With a long look up at the red grounder he extended his glossa to lick at the tip of his spike, delicate little brushes that morphed into a long, wet suction as he moved forward on his knees, taking every bit of Sideswipe in a single movement. Star knew that Sides was going to pressurize in a hurry;- he'd have to be deactivated not to. He prepared himself for this, relaxing his intakes to deep-throat the frontliner with every indication of pleasure.
Sideswipe's vents catch, sudden and unexpected wet heat closing over his now quickly pressurizing spike. He groaned, unable to fight off the shiver now trailing down his spine as Starscream's mouth takes the full length of his spike into his throat, flexing on it. He had... honestly not expected the Seeker to go for it; Seeker pride and all that slag. But frag... FRAG if this wasn't just the hottest thing he'd ever felt.
Starscream just hummed around the length that was jammed halfway down his intake before drawing off in a rapid motion, bobbing his helm quickly with a continual suction and flicking that generally drove mechs to their knees, Megatron included. His wingtips twitched fetchingly and his covers retracted, releasing unbearable pressure, and incidentally, a long wet trickling of lubricant that betrayed his own need. It showed how much he was getting off on this submission, displaying himself, debasing himself. He drew off completely, optics offlined and lips parted. "Please. In me, want to feel you hard and fast and now."
The smell of heated lubricant assaulted Sideswipe's olfactory sensors and he groaned, both in want and disappointment as the pressure on his spike disappeared. His hands shot out, gripping the top edge of the tricolor jet's wings and clamping hard. With a harsh tug upwards, he hauled the Seeker to his feet and pressed him against the wall, his own body vibrating with the tight control he was managing to keep. He shoved one thigh between Starscream's, his black hands on cherry red hips, pinning them in place as he pressed forward. "Frag, you know how hot you are when you're begging?" He whispered hoarsely in the jet's audio. "You really want it that bad? Want me to shove my spike inside you and slam you into this wall until your vocalizer cuts out?"
"Yes! Please, please, oh Primus..." Starscream shook at this, how could he know, yes, the arrogant SIC brought low by clenching hands on his wings, slammed hard, those same wings impacting and sparking lightly on the wall, spread wide, unresisting. His helm fell backward and he arched his back, moaning at the idea of this, the words.. "I want it, want *you*, Sideswipe, please, please..." His tone is needy as he ground himself down on the intruding thigh, slicking it up, wanting something IN him, especially now... "Touch my wings. Slam me. Against the wall. I'll do anything."
Sideswipe moaned, burying the sound in Starscream's throat, his denta scraping the sensitive lines. Primus, this was just hot. He and his brother had conjectured what 'facing the Seekers might be like, but Sideswipe himself had never expected it to happen. This was heating his circuits in ways he'd never imagined. He pressed his other thigh between the Seeker's legs, situating his painfully stiff spike at the entrance to the slick, quivering valve. The frontline warrior dragged his hands, harsh in his haze of pleasure, out along the white expanse of Starscream's wings before situating them on ruby hips and pinning them to the cave wall. "You want hard and fast?" He breathed, voice a deep timbre. "Why don't we... Make this last instead?" He pushed the first few inches of his spike into that wonderfully scalding, clamping and leaking heat, denta gritted against the urge to surge forward.
"Oh-OH. Nnnngh PLEASE!" Starscream could feel the stretch, the heat, the stiffness that resembled solid cybertronium but was soft and textured and so-fragging-SLOW. "Tease, fragging tease, I...unh!" His helm fell back, wings twitching against the wall, his hips trapped but trying to surge forward anyway. He could control the clench of his port, though, and he did...clamping down almost impossibly hard, making his tight heat even more constricting. He was dripping wet, well on his way to overheating, and he hadn't even started yet.
Sideswipe gasped, hips jerking in response to the clamp and his helm fell forward to rest on Starscream's shoulder with a moan. His digits dug into plating spasmodically and he pushed in a controlled slide despite the tight cycling of the seeker's valve until he was completely seated. The tip of his spike caressed the heated ceiling node, and he let out a shaky gust of hot air at the faint pulse.
"Harder. Please. Please, Sideswipe. Just a little." Starscream gasped, legs about to buckle beneath him. "Touch my wings, too..." His own hands trail around, seeking the hot spots on a frame he really has no familiarity with. He stroked the red twin's helm, then the shoulders, scratching his claws lightly down Sideswipe's back. The tips find a seam and he tweaks a wire found there, thrusters tapping on the ground below.
Sideswipe jerked, his control slipping as the sky blue digits slip into seams where his jet pack connected to his systems. He pulled out, yanking the seeker from the wall. "Hands and knees!" He demanded.
Starscream dropped immediately with a soft keen, aft trembling in the air, wings quivering at the ideas that flashed through his meta. Oh, this was one of his favorite positions, as an attentive lover could both frag him senseless and play with his his wings, all while Star ground backward... oh, yes, he wanted this. "Want you. In me. Make me feel it...make me not think..."
With an answering growl, Sideswipe knelt into position, his servos scraping out along Starscream's wings once more before grabbing the top edge and jerking Starscream onto his spike HARD. He groaned, leaning forward to nip, lick and suck at the wing hinges within reach as he started a brutal, pounding rhythm.
"OH PRIMUS YES!" Starscream was immediately plunged headlong into a devastating overload, his body arching up and his voice breaking halfway through the cry as he jerked himself backward to meet each thrust with near-perfect rhythm. "More, more, oh frag yes, f-frag...damn..it more!" His valve clamped down further, almost making the stretch painful but not quite, hot fluid running down his thigh from the rim of his overstretched port. "Wings, Sides, so good, so slagging, fragging, fucking good." The human curse fell freely from his lips, and his optics flickered offline as he corkscrewed his hips and leaned further forward, head now touching the ground.
Optics flare and flicker, lighting the dark cave with eerie bursts of iridescent blue. Starscream's overload isn't enough to send him over and he ground hard into the clutching depths of the SIC's spasming valve once, twice... On the third denting thrust Sideswipe bit down on a wing edge, burying the sound of his own overload into the heated plating of the beautifully twitching wings held taut and high in overload. Heated transfluid flooded the tight passage, and Sideswipe clings until his frame relaxes from the stiffening effects of the overload. "Dear fragging Primus... "He breathes, licking apologetically at the deep seeping dents from his denta.
"Nn-NNNNN oh my Primus, I-I can't...what happened to me..." Starscream was held up solely by the wall of the cave, limbs jerking spasmodically, his body overheated almost to the boiling point. "I...don't you EVER tell anyone about this, understand?"
Sideswipe's lips press into a thin line. 'Way to ruin the afterglow, Screamer.' He thought. Aloud he just snorted, mumbled an irritable whatever and pulled out with a hiss. Copious amounts of transfluid and lubricant coated his spike and Starscream's thighs. Despite himself he smirked. "S'not like anybot would believe me anyways... Maybe Sunny..."
Starscream moaned loudly at the thought of both of them taking him together before he can catch himself. "You can tell *him*." His knees collapsed then, and he sat down hard, back pressed against the cold stone.
Sideswipe just smirked. "Already knows." He tapped the area above his spark. He stood on shaky legs and sat against the opposite wall from the jet. "Not bad for a 'groundpounding dirtkisser', huh."
"No, and I suppose I do all right for a sparkless flying war machine." Starscream returned, though without much heat. He hadn't considered their twin bond...but Sunstreaker was even more intense and hot than his brother, and the thought of having them both was enough to send his fans to whirring again at their highest level. Slaggit. Why am I...never MIND. he thought.
Sideswipe shrugged, ignoring the prodding from his brother. "Wanna tell me what that was all about?"
"What what was all about?" Starscream asked with genuine curiosity. "Seekers like to frag. That's pretty much all there is to it. That and you two always seem so...adept at finding our weaknesses." Not telling what even I don't know.
Sideswipe stared. Silence stretched before he blinked disbelievingly. "You practically begged me, a groundpounder and an Autobot, to 'face you because Seekers like to frag...? Pardon me if that sounds a little farfetched." Sideswipe considered the second part of what Starscream had said. "And wings are wings. Never considered getting the chance to put my hands on them in this sense though."
"Told you I wanted something different. I get...tired of fragging my trine." Starscream shrugged. It sounded weak even to him. "Don't you ever crave variety, or do you 'Bots mate for life?"
Sideswipe would have made the comment that he's already bonded for life but he just shrugged again. "Can't say I haven't always wondered..." Here he leered at the Seeker, optics traveling the lithe length of the airframe. "But I really don't have much to complain about. Sunny's good at what he does... How long do you think until they realize we're both missing from the battlefield?"
"Oh, won't be too long. Old Bucket Head is going to want to scream at me for certain, due to his own ineptitude." Starscream snorted, obviously not looking forward to it.
"Just doesn't give you a break does he." Sideswipe isn't one to be sympathetic towards a 'Con (let alone Starscream) but even he knows when it's unfair. He opens his mouth to say something else when there's the sound of shifting rocks from the caved in entrance and suddenly his golden counterpart is standing there with a scowl and staring disdainfully at his scratched and dirtied paint.
Starscream felt a sudden urge to try and crawl into the wall- it was painfully obvious what he'd been up to, with his panel wide open and Sideswipe's transfluid still streaking his thighs. He said absolutely nothing, though, not even rising to his feet... His response was only a defiant look, tinged with smugness and a hint of humor.
"Heya Sunshine!" Sideswipe chirps, unworried about the mess coating his own thighs, although HIS panel is closed now. "What took you so long?"
Sunstreaker turned a glare on his brother, his optics shifting down to the mess on his brother's legs. Well wasn't that just a delicious sight? Ice blue flicks to the similar mess on the winged occupant of the cave before trailing lustfully to bright crimson optics. A devious smirk pulled at his lips. "What's this? Looks like I missed a show."
"A show. I suppose you could call it that, unless you were too busy getting your aft kicked out there to pay attention.." Starscream said casually, but not cruelly. Those icy optics had a way of drawing you in, he noticed...almost hypnotic, and definitely beautiful. Beautiful and terrible. Sunstreaker certainly was that... rumors said that Sunny was a berserker, more arrogant than even he was, and horridly possessive over what he thought was his... Starscream smirked, testing that theory. "Your twin's a fine frag." he informed Sunny with a smartaft grin.
Sunstreaker stiffened slightly, possessive anger swelling as his optics swing from his brother's pleased faceplates to the seeker again. "He is." He said simply, crossing his arms in front of him. "His valve is nicer though." He smirked as anger/embarrassment/affront floods the bond.
Sideswipe fought the urge to shove his face into his palm and glared daggers at his brother, faceplates heated. What the frag was wrong with his twin!
"Hm, I don't know. Made me scream against that wall over there. I don't spike often...you're pretty enough, though. Can you scream against the wall, Sunstreaker?" Starscream was taunting him, a little, his systems already reheated. What was up with this, anyway? Did Sideswipe call Sunstreaker here? Starscream was mystified.
Sideswipe preened with smug pride while Sunstreaker stiffened further. Nobody but Sideswipe was ever allowed to touch his valve, especially not some dirty 'Con. "So I guess it's true what they say about Seekers being cheap frags." he sneered. Starscream wanted to bait him. Fine. Two could play at that game.
Sideswipe now looked at his brother warily. /Sunny... He is still Starscream. Don't do somethin-/ The bond snapped shut and he stared at his brother in disbelief and a little hurt.
"I am never cheap, groundpounder. Which, as a nickname, is ridiculously accurate. Pounding is certainly what happened here just a short while ago...and I'm considering returning the favor. Sideswipe wants it, I bet. Had me one way, wants me another. Think Sunny wants to watch me frag you just the way you like it?"
Sideswipe shot an alarmed look at the Seeker, standing and glancing at his brother expecting to find... Not what he was seeing. Sunstreaker was looking at him consideringly. Interest danced in the battle hard optics.
Sunstreaker hmmm'd as he looked between one and the other appraisingly. "He does like a good pounding..." He murmured as if to himself. He nodded suddenly, looking the Seeker in the optic. Do you want to spike him, Seeker?"
Starscream purred. "I always did like to be watched, and you say he makes it good...wonder if it's better than having him pound me...says I'm sexy when I beg, you know that?" Starscream rose fluidly, sex evident in every twitch, every small movement, and approached Sideswipe. "Want it, Sides?"
Sideswipe hesitated, glancing between his brother and the approaching jet. His brother's bond snapped open again and he was swamped with the power of his brother's lust and fantasies. He shuddered and moaned quietly, the soft sound bouncing around the enclosed space.
"That's a yes, Con." Sunstreaker smirked smugly, moving fluidly to stand a few feet away. "And who says I'll only be watching?"
"Mmmm. And what's that supposed to mean?" Starscream knew damned well what that was supposed to mean. He slid over next to Sideswipe and smirked at Sunny before bringing his lips to the red twin's, making him taste the lingering bitterness of himself from earlier mixed with the unique sweetness of Starscream. Remembering what he'd done just a few moments earlier, he dipped his clawtips into that sensitive area, where Sideswipe's jetpack resided.
Sideswipe groaned and pressed into the surprise kiss, not having expected that either. He tilted his helm to the side, sealing their lips together more thoroughly. His glossa flicked at Starscream's teasingly, fingers tracing over the golden glass of the jet's cockpit.
Sunstreaker's optics darkened with arousal as he paced around the liplocked mechs. Judging by the sheen he could already see on the rim of the Seeker's valve, Starscream wouldn't need much preparation (especially considering that he had been sufficiently stretched by his red twin mere kliks ago). Sideswipe, on the other hand would still be too tight to enter without getting hurt. Sunstreaker wasn't fond of people damaging his things. "His audio horns produce the funniest noises." He remarked offhandedly, as if critiquing a work of art.
"Mm, really. Not familiar with your type..." Starscream said offhandedly, running his fingertips over the smallish horn, dragging his head down so he could lick the other. His spike was already more than ready, but 'Con or not, if you wanted to keep fragging Autobots, you made damned sure they were both willing and ready before you did it. Besides, Seekers just didn't take what wasn't freely offered...especially not Starscream.
Sideswipe squeaked before a shudder tripped its way down his spinal strut. He reached to retaliate, even as the feeling of his valve lubricating made him squirm. Dark fingers traced into pectoral vents to stroke at the vent fans inside.
Sunstreaker echoed his twin's shudder, optics appreciating the delicious sight as his cortex sought to memorize this moment for painting later. He moved forward with a growl, running his servos down both of their backs, golden digits slipping into an exposed valve and demanding entrance at the closed paneling of the other.
Starscream hissed, the slickness of his arousal and Sideswipe's fluid smoothing Sunstreaker's way easily. His port had reset, though, making him as tight as he had been before Sideswipe had taken him hard against the stone. Those fingers stretched him wide, though, and he spread himself a bit more to allow for easier access. He sucked on the horn, then, flicking his glossa against the sensors he found there, much like he had Sides' spike earlier. Sideswipe's fingers teasing his fans brought a soft series of moans, and Starscream forgot he was in the presence of two of the deadliest 'Bots in the faction, two who'd tried to offline him (and vice versa) more times than he cared to count, and he threw himself into the pleasure, the moment, the desire. "Take me while I take your brother." he hissed to Sunstreaker, his crimson optics flaring with lust.
Sunstreaker's efforts on Sideswipe's panel were rewarded by a sharp click and the panel sliding aside. The red grounder yelped as two digits shoved their way into his dripping valve, making him buck and then moan. The seeker's suggestion, though just barely registering, sent a deep-seated need crashing through his systems. "Primus!" He breathed.
Sunstreaker looked at the seeker critically, digits stilling, remaining half buried in Starscream's valve. A sultry and arrogant smirk pulled at the golden warrior's lipplates. "Kinky."
"Don't stop that...please..." Starscream hastily added, having a fair idea of the golden twin's volatile nature. He brought his hand down as well, circling Sidedswipe's outer nodes with two fingers, pinching lightly as he worked his mouth down the side of Sideswipe's neck cabling, sharp little nips followed by a steady suckling motion.
Sunstreaker snickered, pulling his digits completely from the clutching valves to the tune of dual whines of disappointment, which prompted another round of snickers. He examined the glistening lubricant that coated the first two fingers of each hand idly before pressing them to the opposite mechs' lips before commanding, "Suck."
Sideswipe complied immediately, long vorns of experience with his brother informing him that the sooner his brother's demands were met, the sooner he got his own overload. His lips closed around Sunstreaker's digits, creating a seal as his glossa lapped at the tangy/bitter of the unfamiliar fluids on his twin's plating.
Starscream drew those fingers in, glossa dancing along the tips, licking the slick lubricant off them with almost frantic feelings. Tasted different, but not bad, oh Pit no- Sideswipe did taste as good as he looked. He glanced at Sunstreaker, then- oh frag yes, *this* was the dominant one, the one who expected his orders to be followed without question, who would likely give him just what he wanted yet again all while he fragged the red twin... hopefully until he screamed Starscream's designation loudly enough to be heard on Cybertron.
Sideswipe almost whined in disappointment again as the digits pulled out, cleaned and glistening with oral fluid now instead of lubricant.
Sunstreaker pulled away with calculating optics, suave grin set firmly in place. "How rough do you think he can take, Screamer?"
Starscream looked piercingly at Sideswipe. "You tell me...you have him all the time. He probably likes it hard and fast and good and filling...and I can certainly do that, I can fill him up with all that I have."
Sunstreaker's optics darkened. "He likes it big." The smug grin Sunstreaker wore was telling and he moved behind the Seeker, shoving forward so that Sideswipe was crushed between the cavern wall and the slightly bigger Seeker. Sunstreaker himself pressed himself along the length of the jet's back, fingers digging brutally into wing hinges. "I want you to frag him hard, Screamer." He whispered obscenely. "Spread him wide and frag him, but remember," The golden digits relocated to red hips, giving a little push. "I control the pace." He finished on a deep base growl.
Sideswipe gasped, absolutely loving the feeling of being pinned by the warm, lithe frame. He would never say it out loud. No need to give the slagger some sort of advantage. But frag if all of this wasn't setting his circuits ablaze with want.
"D-d-don't call me Screamer!" Starscream keened, his voice indeed taking on a piercing note. He edged Sideswipe's thighs apart, noticing just how wet he really was. His spike teased the rim of Sides' port, small drops of prefluid oozing from the slit in Starscream's spike. He knew that Sideswipe had loved hearing him earlier, so he decided to spice things up a bit..."Want me inside you? Sunstreaker's watching, and he told me to frag you hard. Want that? He's controlling our pace, so it'll be like he's fragging us both..." Star had done something very similar with his trine before... among other things.
Sideswipe shivered, hands grasping at Starscream's helm. "Yes, yes, yes, YES!" he whined, pulling the dark faceplates to his for another deep kiss. His legs spread wider to accommodate the red hips.
Sunstreaker purred, allowing the pressure built behind his own panel to be released with a sharp click. Sideswipe had a decent sized spike. Sunstreaker's was both slightly thicker and slightly longer than his twin's and was colored black with golden patterns. He rubbed the leaking head against the back of Starscream's thigh. "You first, Screamer"
Starscream groaned and parted Sideswipe abruptly, his hips moving relatively slowly for now as he accustomed himself to the incredible tightness and the presences both in front and behind him. "Please, Sunstreaker, now.." he whispered, jerking a bit faster, a bit harder, a bit more forcefully with every movement. "Feels so slagging good..."
Sideswipe moaned low, his helm falling back with a clang against the stone at his back as his valve is stretched by the decent spike. The pressure to the interior nodes was exquisite and his hips push into the slow, shallow thrusts, wanting it deeper.
Sunstreaker growled ferally, waiting for Starscream to pull almost completely out of his twin before slamming forward with a great amount of force, his spike sliding home into the tight heat and his hips pushing Starscream back into Sideswipe hard. His brother's surprised keen is music to his audios.
"Oh oh oh oh fragohfragohfrag!" Starscream shuddered wildly, keeping the pace set, biting at Sideswipe's neck cabling but nowhere near hard enough to dent, much less pierce. Sideswipe was Sunstreaker's, and Starscream respected bonds of most sorts, even if he wasn't sure of the extent of theirs. The feeling of the yellow twin's brutality drove him insane and his valve clenched down in a spiral, wanting to make Sunstreaker feel as good as he was feeling.
Sunstreaker gritted his denta against the flood of lust and success, slowing the pace to a lazy circling of his hips. His hands clenched warningly on the Seeker's wings. A reminder of who was in control here and and a warning for him not to dare to speed up.
Sideswipe whined, hips twisting up at the suddenly slow drag of the thick spike in his valve. He hoisted a leg up to hook over Starscream's hip, allowing a different angle, making him keen.
"S-sun-sunstreaker, please, harder, faster!" Starscream begged shamelessly, trying so hard to submit to Sunny's demand, his body fighting him every step of the way. He grabbed Sideswipe's other leg and balanced it right beside his shoulder vent, increasing the angle of entry so as to stroke the really deep nodes.
Sideswipe's optics widened as he slid down the wall some. Only Sunstreaker had ever been able to get that deep before. It was exquisite. But it wasn't enough. The charge was building too slow. "Please!" He gasped, squirmng. "Pleeease!"
"He's right, you know." Sunstreaker whispered in the Seeker's audio. "You're pretty when you beg. You both are." His pace increased incrementally, his spike pushing deeper, thrusts becoming more demanding until with a snarl he snapped foward, shoving the flier with him.
Star moaned helplessly, carried along for the ride and oh what a ride it was. With every bit of speed Sunstreaker allows, he plunged deeper, the feeling of filling and being filled driving him insane. "Primus. Ohhh Sunstreaker, harder, please, so big and hard and please- oh don't stop...so slagging good.."
Sideswipe was incoherent with each slow pull out and harsh shove back in. He whimpered and moaned little half formed pleas for more, harder, dammit Sunny, HARDER!
Sunstreaker smirked evilly into the white wings before reaching around to grasp his brother's onyx hips and he pistoned forward powerfully with as much force as if he were in battle back in the pits.
"Oh my PRIMUS!" Starscream shrieked, thrashing between the twins, wings quivering high on his back, a soft hissing hitch in his voice. Oh, he'd never had it like that, squeezed between two and used this way. Sure, some mechs were rougher than others, but Sunstreaker...his intensity was just so improbable and hot and insanely good that he couldn't help himself. "Sunny! Sides! Yesyesyesyes!" he cried, jerking harder into Sideswipe. "Do you like that, Sides? Do I fill you enough? Scream for me, scream my name..."
Sideswipe's helm whipped from side to side, the power of Sunstreaker's thrusts propelling the Seeker into his valve and tearing down every wall of restraint he had left. He cries, begs, sobs for it to never stop, just don't stop! His hands gripped Starscream's wings and clamped down hard as the charge finally peaked and he broke, a harsh scream tearing from his vocalizer. "STARSCREAM!"
Sunstreaker surged like the tide of a mighty ocean, sparks flying where his hips ground against Starscream. His breathing was ragged, his lips pulled into a snarl. He leaned in, pressing more of his weight on the Seeker and consequently his brother, limiting the crimson frontliner's thrashing. "Shatter for me, Star." He husked almost inaudibly in the Decepticon's audio as he released his brother's hips and clawed down the Seeker's wings harshly.
The force consumed him. Sideswipe's shriek started it, the rolling charge headed straight for his spike, shooting through his sensor net in ways that threatened his sanity. Sunstreaker's thrusts continued the crawling charge, the feeling of losing it completely and totally and utterly beneath the golden twin... and then the harsh whisper slams into his processor. Without conscious thought he followed the order, his spike filling Sideswipe, hot transfluid dripping back down his pulsing hardness. His valve clamped down like a vise as he screamed wordlessly, the scratches on his wings and the dominance causing his optics to flare white, his body almost convulsing in pure, sweet pleasure. "Sunstreaker! Frag yes, oh you feel so fragging good, so big so deep soooooHH..." His vocalizer rebooted, and he lost his words, able to make only incoherent sounds of pleasure. "Ah-ah-nnn-ah." he chanted loudly, unable to speak with sense, barely online, unable to move.
Sunstreaker's roar of completion echoed in the cavern, the sound ringing in everyone's audios as his spike erupted. The hard jet of transfluid filled the seeker's spasming valve and he thrust inward several more times, still harsh and slamming. He concentrated to allow his overload to transmit as a hard wave over his bond with Sideswipe before he slumped strutlessly. His legs shake and he locked the joints to prevent himself from falling to the ground gracelessly.
Sideswipe stiffened as a second overload tore through his still charged circuits, his valve clamping on the spike seated in him as answer to his brother's release. He slumped against the tricolor seeker with a soft 'nnnngh', drained and sated. His valve continued to flex weakly in aftershocks of pleasure. Primus, he felt completely worn out and he let his helm fall back against the wall again, the reverberating clang bouncing off the walls in the post-overload silence.
Starscream wilted, held up only by the fact that he's between two frontliners who are likely just as affected as he is. "I...what the frag was that?" Starscream asked in wonder, his tone raspy. "I've never..not even with my TRINE did that feel like...that."
Sunstreaker smirked with all the pride in his spark. "I'm just that good." He paused to consider. "And Sideswipe is a good frag."
"Slagger." Sideswipe groaned, glaring at his brother with dim optics before he looked at the tired Seeker. "Can let my legs go now, Screamer. Otherwise they'll lock like that."
Starscream said rather weakly, "Don't call me that." but he released Sideswipe anyway, noting that his shoulder vent is a little sore, not to mention his valve. The valve-ache is the good kind, the REALLY good kind, so he ignored it, slipping out of Sideswipe and moving off Sunny to flop almost in a heap on the cave floor.
Sideswipe grunted as the seeker pulled out, copious amounts of fluids draining down his thighs. He slumped down the wall into the forming puddle, but doesn't indicate he gives a flying frag. He reached tiredly for his brother who pulled him into a lazy kiss. He then snuggled into the warm golden plating.
"Cuddler." Sunstreaker accused softly, the affection a stark contrast from the dominating beast from just moments ago. He sniggered at Sideswipe's sleepily mumbled demand to shut up. He looked at the thoroughly-reduced-to-goo Starscream with a thoughtful hum.
Starscream just laid there, feeling a bit left out...but since when would he want to cuddle with a bunch of Autoslag? Even if those Autoslag had just fragged him into oblivion. So he just laid back, optics online but not seeing very clearly.
"You know, I wonder..." Sunstreaker murmured, regarding the seeker with a critical optic. Sideswipe tiredly 'mmm'd' from his lap, halfway to recharge. "Are all Seekers this much fun?"
Starscream mumbled softly, already half in recharge. "Wouldn't *you* like to know."
Sunstreaker just grinned, gaze drifting to the small opening where beyond there was still a battle taking place.
~fin~