Out of all the gods to pray to, no one would expect a Seeker to turn to Vector, the god of time. Normally, Seekers sniffed in the direction of the Thirteen and then looked up to Primus for answers. They didn't have time for the star stories or the myths about how Cybertron came to be, mostly. But one Seeker was spotted repeatedly during and then a little after the war. He was mated to Megatron, but the mech had become recently interested in the Orion's brother Nemesis who had claimed himself to be the bearer of the Matrix. Starscream laid down his gifts on top of the old flowers and box of Energon goodies. They were stale and old, and he shoved them aside.

"Vector," the Seeker whispered, "I have prayed to you for years, and you have never answered my calls. I beg of you, just this once, will you please answer me." He set the jar of Energon down and rested a blossom down on the lid. He rested his servos on his thighs as he knelt on the floor, watching Vector Prime's statue.

It was a dull metal color, showing a mech taking a step forward, an orb in one servo down by his thigh and the other lifted, cupped upward, an hour glass in his palm. His optics were set in and serious and all through Starscream's youth, he had thought the mech was handsome. He watched the statue for several long moments before he lowered his helm and he shook it slowly. "I wasted years of my life believing you were real..."

When his optics lifted again, he glared at the statue. He shoved himself to his pedes and was about to kick his gifts, but a blue light came from the statue's chest, pooling down in front of the Seeker as it slowly crafted a mech taller than Megatron.

"You have wasted nothing," the god stated, offering a soft smile. The side of his mouth quirked and Starscream's spark pulsed a little faster. "How may I help my follower?"

Starscream's wings lowered. "It's Primus. I think he made a mistake. This mech came marching into our warship claiming to be the bearer of the Matrix. Vector, tell me it isn't true."

"How did this mech come across the Matrix?" Vector frowned now and Starscream huffed.

"We sent him and three others to get rid of Dark Energon that was threatening to kill Primus and therefore Cybertron. They came back and the mech had changed, physically and mentally. When Nemesis left, he was happy and always cracking jokes, and when he comes back? Serious, walking evenly, talking in monotone..."

Vector Prime nodded and looked beyond him. "I wonder...if he is actually the Prime Primus intended or if he is just a vessel for the Matrix to rest in its intended chamber..."

Starscream's wings twitched and he played with his claws, looking away. "Vector..."

The mech's attention snapped back to him and he tilted his helm. "There is something more concerning you than the bearer of the Matrix. What else can I help you with, Seeker?"

"Starscream," he offered, looking at him.

"I know." The mech's mouth quirked up again at the corner and the Seeker's vents roared to life to cool his frame.

"I was wondering..."

"Starscream," the god chuckled. He walked toward the window in the back by his statue. He only glanced at his likeness before he gazed up at the stars. "Of all the stories, only three do not follow tradition. Praxus tells of a knight born from a virgin Seer that slays Onyx Prime, and I can tell you now that the story is true. Onyx is very mad indeed at Praxus. And there is Diamente, a femme without creators that became the mate of a King when she impressed him with her gifts of flowers, but was assassinated by him when she would not give her secret of how she grew such beautiful flowers to him. That is why the lilies bloom blue, allegedly. The third is the star Acles, a mech stronger than Nexus who threw light into the dark to make stars. That one is a lie, but we will let believers believe." He turned to him. "But all the others, every single star has one thing in common."

Starscream's optics lifted.

"A god laid down with a mortal," Vector whispered, "and the creation set the world free."

"I was going to ask how we could...end Nemesis' reign..."

"This is how," the mech purred and he pressed the Seeker against the wall. "Our creation, born from me and from a Seeker, can save this world. It will be as Primus intended, for how else could you have come to me at this time, when I desired a mate of my own?" He kissed Starscream lightly, and the Seeker shivered. He hadn't been kissed like he was glass before...

"Vector..." Starscream licked his lower lip delicately with a swipe of his glossa, looking up at Vector. He almost asked for another kiss, but he felt unbearably hot. "Why...?"

"Why? Because only a Prime can carry the Matrix and use it, and since your Nemesis is neither...well..." He ran his servos down Starscream's frame. "We must make...other options."

"And Primus knows of this?"

"Right now he is objecting only lightly."

"What if he objects severely?"

"You would die."

He gulped.

Vector cooed lightly and lowered kiss after kiss down onto his lips, as though savoring each touch of their mouths. Starscream shivered and he felt his legs relax...Vector slipped a servo under his knee, testing, touching, and then under the other knee.

"You are a beautiful thing, Seeker," Vector purred and he nipped at his audio, making Starscream gasp. Vector smirked and the Seeker's cooling fans whirled to life. He blushed even deeper. "I see..."

The god pinned the mortal down on the floor, tasting his mouth again, this time flicking his glossa out across his lips, dipping it into his mouth and running the soft glossa over denta, against the inside of his mouth, over Starscream's glossa...The Seeker shivered and whimpered, his legs falling open around Vector's torso as the god lowered down onto him even further. Servos pressed and questioned, learning him. Starscream found every exterior sensor soon buzzed contentedly. Vector's servos were practiced servos, and he adored them more than his mate's rough claws that left scratches where ever they fell.

Vector kissed him once more, raising himself up slightly by his arms. He peered down at the Seeker, then smiled widely. "Are you ready, my darling Prince?"

Starscream nodded slowly and gasped as his valve was exposed. Vector pressed his digits to his valve lips, rubbed them, spread them, pulled and pinched them lightly, then gave his node a flick. Starscream bucked and whimpered, lubricant leaking out. Vector licked his digits clean, his optics dimming as he apparently found pleasure in the taste, and then he smacked his lips, oral lubricant lightly misting Starscream's abdomen.

"Oh," the Seeker gasped, twitching. He tucked his claws against his chest. "Nngh..."

"Speak, love," Vector whispered. "I want to hear your voice. I never want you to stop talking, not until you can no longer find words."

So Starscream talked. He talked about his life before Megatron and during Megatron while Vector made amused, wondering, and soft sounds between laps at his valve. Starscream would often trail off, especially when Vector's glossa flicked rapidly against his node. The Seeker would squirm and wiggle and arch, his optics closing and dimming lightly. And when Vector would give the node a gentle suck, the Seeker would shout. Then the gentle, lingering licks would return and Starscream could speak again.

It went on like that for a while (Starscream lost track of time) before Vector finally finished with his valve. Three overloads had come and went, leaving the Seeker panting and hot. Now his valve was leaking, waiting to be speared.

Vector rubbed each petal with a digit, purring lightly. "The next question I had intended to ask was 'are you ready', but it seems I already have my answer." He settled over him, notching his hips between his thighs. He ground his panel down against Starscream's valve, then drew back. What prodded Starscream next wasn't unwelcome.

Starscream looked down and brought his claws to his mouth. The spike rubbing against his valve was larger than even Megatron's. He doubted Optimus Prime could match up to such a size and Starscream had a ridiculous doubt that it would fit.

Vector gripped Starscream's hips and drew him towards him, his spike pressing slowly into the Seeker's valve before it was all the way in within moments. His valve quickly stretched to accomadate, every sensor singing as Vector thrusted slowly.

"Breathe, little bird."

Starscream took a large gulp of air and held it, his legs up and bent over his stomach, his heels resting on Vector's hips. The god smiled down at him and kissed his mouth lightly.

"Relax."

He tried to. He honest to Primus tried to. But Vector was huge, and this wasn't like anything he had encountered before. Megatron pounded the life out of him and then cuddled up like a Predacon to fall asleep and snore loudly in Starscream's audio. If Megatron was in Vector's place, they would be half-way done already. Why was Vector taking so much time?

Gradually, though, he quickened his pace. Starscream slid back and forth along the floor with every thrust and his wings fluttered lightly. His legs were now held by Vector, his grip on the back of his thighs just under his knees. His valve felt overly stuffed and about to rip, but the sensors being stimulated kept Starscream in his pleasure.

Vector kissed Starscream again, giving sharper thrusts. When Starscream's valve clenched down around his spike, he felt the length throb and he knew the Prime was close.

"Almost, Seeker," Vector promised when Starscream began making noises of discomfort, began making motions to escape. The sharp thrusts hurt his gestation tank's entrance, the fast pace ground grit and dirt into his seams and against his wings. This wasn't what he was expecting, but he wasn't disappointed that he came here.

Vector grabbed his hips again and thrusted inside once more. Starscream gasped as he felt long spurts of fluid fill his valve and seep steadily into his tank. He clung to Vector and the Prime held onto him, purring lightly into his audio to comfort him.

"Such a good little bird. Brave little bird."

When Vector was done, both god and mortal laid down on the floor, Vector running a light servo over the Seeker's belly. Starscream stared down at it, then rolled into Vector.

"I could make you immortal like me," he whispered. "Solus would help. You would last forever..."

"Our creation...?"

"It's lifespan will be doubled, but it will not last as long as I."

Starscream shook his helm. Though being immortal was appealing, he would outlive his friends, family, his brothers...Megatron... "I can't..."

Vector nodded. "Few mortals are willing to do so...fewer than we expected...the immortal gift has been offered three thousand six hundred and twenty-two times...and only accepted twelve times."

"Mm?"

He chuckled and kissed his audio. "Our thirteenth brother did not want to live forever. Instead, he wanted to be reborn as a mortal, and Primus could not deny him that..."

"Who was it?"

"Who is it, you mean. And if he has not made this piece of information known, then I will not be the one to spill. He probably doesn't even know, which is fine by all of us, if not a little sad. He was a grand little brother..." He smiled and kissed his cheek. "Sleep now. This hybrid of ours will only take a few days time to grow."

"Days?" Starscream stared at the mech. Seekers took four weeks to form, sparklings three months, and sparked sparklings were ready to detach after a month and a week. A sparkling taking mere days to form and get all its parts in order is unheard of.

"Four days."

"What am I to tell Megatron?" Starscream shivered. "If he's not still hovering over Nemesis..."

"That you are carrying a gift. Nothing more. Does he even need to know? Could you deliver the sparkling in secret?"

"Not likely..." He winced. He had so many followers, and his brothers were always on his heels. His friends, too, would hover over him like Insecticons around a kill. "But I will try."

"Mm. You should probably head back then..." Vector kissed his cheek again. "And tell me if you reconsider my offer."

Starscream left the temple and climbed aboard the Nemesis, one servo tapping on his thigh, and the other resting on his so-far flat stomach. As he was greeted merrily back, he wondered if there opinion of him would change if they knew just what he had been doing...