Xobit Prime: YAY mechsex... O.o uh oh ya could have warned me we were in public

Wishmaster: Now where'd be the fun in that?

Xobit Prime: (facepalms) ya are evil ya know that Medic?
Xobit Prime: anyways... what are we doing again??

Wishmaster: ...trying to write that darned disclaimer!...or at least I am, while yer just standin' by lookin' at the screen in total boredom...

Xobit Prime: ohhh... nice one! well we don't own... could be fun no?

Wishmaster: Now that's just gotta be the oldest one I've ever heard of...

Xobit Prime: (sticks out glossa) but true!

Wishmaster: How would you like: We belong to ourselves and all the others are just marionettes manipulated to bend to our will?

Xobit Prime: yeah HA do that one!

Wishmaster: Alright!
Disclaimer: We belong to ourselves and all the others are just marionettes manipulated to bend to our will!!!

Xobit Prime: ROFL!

Wishmaster: And now, just like last time, Xobit here will be doing Starscream again, yet I have managed ta bug her inta doin' TC and 'Warp too! Yay me, I'd say:D

Xobit Prime: and I keep ya around why? (sigh)

Wishmaster: 'Cause I know how ta fix those dents in yer armor? And 'cause I do an according to you 'good' Megatron?

Xobit Prime: ahhh... no just kidding ya sister mine

Wishmaster: ...if ya say so...Now on with the sequel! Warnings for bad language, torture, pain and...sis is that to be considered smut or just...well...no-smut?

Xobit Prime: i thought it was a PWP?

Wishmaster: Yeah that one too!

Xobit Prime: sooo SMUT!

Wishmaster: Oh okay! then smut it is! 'happy grin' So additional warning for mech smut!

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Thundercracker was trying to piece something together when an agitated Skywarp barged into their quarters. The Seeker immediately began pacing and talking, "I know you'll think I'm going out of my processor TC, but I swear to you there's something wrong with Starscream… he is acting…" the jet threw up both his hands in defeat as a suitable description escaped him. Thundercracker opened his mouth to answer but by then Skywarp had already started again.

"You heard him at that tactical meeting… right? He didn't snarl, come with sarcastic comments or… or ANYTHING! He just pointed out the weak spots and gave the solutions…" Thundercracker tried to get a word in edgewise, but Skywarp held up his hand "that's not all, have you noticed that he hasn't touched any of us since he was released from med bay… it's three Orns ago! Three!!" still holding up his hand Skywarp paused, he then locked worried optics with Thundercracker. "I… I think that Megatron had him reprogrammed." the fear and pain in Skywarp's optics was very real.

"No." Thundercracker shook his head and then hurriedly continued "I believe you 'Warp something is wrong! Hook stopped me in the hall and "asked" me if we could stop doing whatever it was we did to Starscream because he was getting tired of patching him up every other Joor… even though I'm sure he was exaggerating it…" he trailed off…

"But you don't think he's been reprogrammed?" Skywarp asked, trying to get some reassurance. Thundercracker stood and walked up to the Seeker. He began stroking the others wings soothingly. "No he is acting normally… well except for not baiting Megatron, not touching us and those visits to Hook." Skywarp leaned into Thundercracker and sagged a little in relief.

Skywarp was relaxing against him and he felt the first stirrings of desire, when the seeker turned around and asked "can't we ummm… spy a little?" his dermaplates dropped open in surprise… "Come on TC I want… no I need to know what's up with him!" he could get the cutest expression on his faceplate, Thundercracker had ever seen on a 'Con "but 'Warp…" "please TC?" he let air out of his vents in an expression of defeat. " okay 'Warp but he will kill us if he finds us in there…" Skywarp wrapped his arms around him and then jumped up "let's go" he grinned and dragged Thundercracker out the door.

Getting inside the lap was easy, figuring out why Starscream was acting weird and spending so much time in here was not. Skywarp hefted a metal amplifier and turned it over in his hands. " I don't get it? Everything looks like last time we were her… only… with new stuff!"

"He is a scientist 'Warp he examines new things and builds new things all the timem" Thundercracker kept glancing at the door, he was a bit nervous about all of this. "I know that TC." Skywarp put the amplifier down and looked around. "Ooh pretty!!" the object looked to be made partly of glass and it was beautiful! 'Warp was reaching for it when the door opened and Starscream's slightly panicked voice rang out. "STOP! DON'T TOUCH THAT!!"

Skywarp turned, narrowly missing the object with his wing. "umm hi there Comm…" Thundercracker had seen how close he was to the thing and instinctively lounged for him; Skywarp saw him out of the corner of his optic and jerked to get out of the way. The slight scraping, followed by the musical sound of splintering glass had both of them turning to their commander. Skywarp with wide, innocent optics and Thundercracker with a grim look on his faceplate. To their surprise all Starscream did was briefly off-lining his optics and stepping through the door… of course then the reason for his missing temper tantrum became apparent.

"You...", he growled and proceeded to scan the floor for salvageable parts, but as he'd anticipated already found none.
"YOU PROCESSOR-GLITCHED, PETRO-RABBIT-BITTEN CREATIONS OF THE PIT!!!", he hollored and would've liked nothing more than to obliterate them then and there! But seeing as there were already few enough Decepticons compared to the Autobot's in number...he'd have to let his Air Commander deal with his direct subordinates...that didn't mean that he wouldn't reserve himself the right to lend the seeker a helping hand should he feel it was needed. And if he knew one thing, then it was that he wouldn't tolerate it if the seeker went easy on his wing-mates. He'd have to be careful not to disobey him while walking that thin line, because if Starscream did disobey him...not even a trained medic would recognize his remains for what they were!

Damn them to the pit's! That was a two joors of work… and one of Megatron's requests to top it off. He jumped slightly at the angry bellow from his Leader. He just hoped he would have anything left of his subordinates when Megatron was done with them!

Skywarp froze, like a silly little squishy in the light of a car… Starscream was one thing, they could have offered to help him and/or offered to give him something to make it up to him. Similar things had happened in the past, always solved to mutual satisfaction … but Megatron was… another story entirely! He began trembling under the blazing red gaze of his Leader.

He was too late… much too late and he was quite likely a dead mech. Thundercracker tried, in vain, to figure out something that would abate the fury of their Commanders. His processor kept replaying the incident, for something…. Anything to explain them being in the lab, but he kept coming up empty handed…They were officially slagged.

His internal processor was close to overheating...and not in a god way either! He wanted nothing more than to see these two idiots dismantled!
"Starscream!", he snapped to bring his second in commands attention to himself instead of the two miscreants in front of his optics.
"They are your direct subordinates...I deem it only fitting for you to punish them!", he ordered with a dangerous glint in his optics. He'd been wondering for the past few joors just how much his wing-mates meant to his seeker and it seemed as if now he was about to find out...he'd just have to wait and see...

He turned to look at his Leader with wide optics. "you wish for me to punish them, Lord Megatron?" the expression on his faceplate almost made Starscream take a backwards step, but he caught himself in time… " as you wish then… I will do as you order." he turned back to his Trine with a grim face, he could not do anything for them this time!

Starscream's Trine was quietly observing their wingmate and Leader, they were flabbergasted at Starscream's meekness… Skywarp so much so that he entirely overlooked that the conversation pertained to him and TC. He caught Thundercrackers reaction out of the corner of his optic, but didn't react to it because he was marveling at the fact that Starscream had just said 'lord Megatron' with out being sarcastic…

Thundercracker was as shocked by Starscream's meekness as 'warp but he very well understood the implications of the conversation between the commanders. He jerked backwards a step in reaction, Megatron was clearly asking for something painful to be done… and Starscream… well Starscream apparently was ready to deliver what ever his 'Lord' demanded of him! Thundercracker fervently wished for a place to hide…

Catching the deer-caught-in-the-headlights-expression on the faceplates of the two seekers, he couldn't help but let a malicious chuckle escape his vocalizer. It felt so good...this kind of power, the kind of power that he finally felt over his 2IC. If he could drive him to punish his wingmates, just what was it that was still beyond his reach? He'd felt it, Starscream could hide nothing from him when they merged their sparks, but he just rarely cared to look for what it was the seeker still tried to withhold from him when he was that close to overload. Should the seeker dare to try and displease him on this one...he'd have to reinforce his authority over him by another session that would send the flyer to Hook for multiple breems. But that would be worth it if he'd finally made his point so clear that no further demonstrations of power would be necessary...but he could still enjoy them every once in a while, just to add a little spice back into their encounters!

"go… place your hands on the wall, your backs to me." he would have to do this and he would have to be brutal . Megatron was angry… very, very angry! Starscream felt a bit sick, he was about to torture his wingmates and his spark was lazily flaring because his Leader was snarling at him. It was intoxicating, yet scary and he loved it! "NOW!!" he snapped at the Seekers, who both seemed to react a bit to slowly for Megatron, if the noise of fingers hitting metal was any indication.

Skywarp had finally gotten that this was actually happening and was trembling so hard that his armor plates made a faint rattle… he didn't like pain. Megatrons laughter and Starscream's expression and voice seemed to promise a lot of it! He glanced at Thundercracker but found no help there, with a weak click he turned and went to the wall, gingerly placing his hands on the surface…

He could hear that 'Warp was getting scared, he knew that the purple jet hated pain, himself on the other hand… well he liked it in small doses, too bad his wingmate and commander had more in mind then 'a little'! He had trouble getting his legs to obey him but when he saw 'Warp move he finally followed, he placed himself close enough to the other seeker that their wing tips brushed. He needed to know he was not alone and he could well imagine that his mate needed that knowledge even more.

Watching the two seekers attentively, he noticed that they were indeed trembling. What surprised him the most though was that he felt three sparks in the room flaring already. His own had been flaring in anger, but now it was flaring in anticipation at the prospect of some disciplining of his own, depending in it's degree on the seekers performance with his wingmates now. The second spark was surely that of his 2IC, who was apparently anticipating something similar to follow this. The third spark though...could only be that of one of those dim-witted seekers. Interestingly enough it appeared as if it wasn't just a Decepticon concept to enjoy pain if it was applied correctly, but a seeker thing as well...this vorn just kept getting better and better...

He usually didn't use physical punishment on his Trine… or any Trine under his command. He found that deprivation of wants was quite effective enough. However Megatron wanted him to use force, so be it! He walked over to stand behind Skywarp, his thoughts on where to begin he reached out and carefully slid a hand along the top wing edge. 'Warp jumped slightly at the contact, his trembling changed and when Starscream's hand reached the outermost wingtip he hung his head and moaned lowly. Megatron growled at the sound, clearly not pleased… but at that moment Starscream fisted the tip and crushed it, swiftly breaking off a tiny portion.

Skywarp sank to his knees, robbed of his voice. Starscream had broken off the wing tip carefully making sure that the outermost sensory node was intact, but also that it had the maximal number of broken sensor lines connected to it. A bit of energon dripped to the floor, his wing burned and his processor screamed at him to do something, anything to get away. Hands gripped his wing joints "get on your feet Seeker!" Starscream's voice was low as he snarled his order, reinforcing it by squeezing the joints in his hands. 'Warp had never found his feet so fast before, as the pain of buckling metal shot through his back.

Thundercracker shivered at 'Warps moan and then flinched as his wingmate's knees hit the floor. He felt guilty as his spark flared with envy… but he couldn't help it! He could just barely make out what Starscream was doing, without turning his head and while he wished he could spare his mate the pain… he wanted, so much wanted, for Starscream to do those things to him. He felt 'Warp's broken wing tip grace his own intact one and shivered at the chocked sound of pain from his mate's vocalizer.

Leaving his 2IC in charge to handle the situation at hand for now, he could only growl at the sound of a moan leaving Skywarps vocalizer when HIS seeker grazed his wing with his hand. So apparently it hadn't just happened as Starscream had so vehemently assured him...he'd pay for lying to him...he'd pay for it dearly! Megatron was enraged enough not to care for the spark-flares in the room anymore. The second moan of the seeker under Starscreams direct command sounded far more like the kind of moan he had expected of him, but one moan of pain didn't remedy the fact that before he'd moaned in pleasure at the air commanders touch. Deciding to watch and wait just a little bit longer, he began to plan in the back of his processor...maybe, just maybe he could learn something from Starscreams performance. Oh he knew how to hurt the seeker pretty well already, but right now he only wanted to apply damage that was easily repaired...so that he could inflict said damage again! The seeker would feel his rage...that much he was already certain of!

"You shouldn't have come down here!" he tightened his grip on the wing joints, feeling the metal crack in his hands. Skywarp whimpered in pain but kept on his feet even when Starscream released his wings. He continued to ignore Thundercracker as he began pacing back and forth. Suddenly he turned and thrust his flat hand through the lower edge of 'Warps uninjured wing. This time 'Warp screamed and fell heavily against the wall… Thundercracker jerked in response turning his head at his mates cry. He met Starscream's optics and froze in fear.

He could barely concentrate on Starscream's words, his wings hurt so bad! All he really wanted was to go into stasis lock or to medbay… when his wing joints were released and Starscream began pacing he almost moaned in relief… then pain exploded in his other wing , he screamed and fell forward against the wall. It was the only thing that stopped him from going down in an untidy heap at his Commanders feet. In automatic response to the pain he called out to Thundercracker over their private internal comm. link "help! Please it hurts!!"

Thundercracker could handle pain 'Warp… couldn't. He silently cursed Starscream as 'Warp's pained whimper reached his audios, the slagger knew precisely what he was doing to his subordinates. He burned with lust and yet he would be unable to reach peak while worrying about his mate. Skywarp's scream tore him out of his fuming a split second later the panicked comm. Message reached him; he jerked and snapped his head around to respond, only to meet Starscream's optics…. They where a cold, burning blue and his faceplate was frozen in a hard expression. In that moment Thundercracker realized that if Megatron asked him to kill his Trine, Starscream would probably do it with out a question…

Liking the fierceness with which Starscream was finally putting his orders into action he revelled in the seekers pain...but couldn't miss the concern the other seeker was left to display at the air commanders action. He'd have to keep the blue mechs processor occupied if he wanted to enjoy the sight his personal favorite of all the seekers under his command was displaying right now. He seemed confident in the element of pain...but he had to be of course...if one knew to feel pain like he did, one knew how to cause the most pain in the easiest and most direct ways.
"I highly doubt that your little...demonstration is teaching them both the lesson your attempting to...You certainly won't mind if I...lend you a hand there, right?", he let his vocalizer produce a note as soft as velvet, as purring as a panther and as dangerous as the growl of a dragon, he knew what his seeker liked after all...Stepping up to the seekers on the wall he had to pass Starscream so he used that fact to his advantage by accidentally grazing the tips of his digits over the sensitive wings of the air commander and then came to stand behind the still form of the blue seeker that was still leaning against the wall as instructed earlier by his CO.

He had been… very aware of Megatrons presence, still he jumped when his Leader spoke. The tone sent shivers through his frame, when Megatron touched his wings he nearly moaned out loud. Instead of answering out loud he opened their internal comm. Link "thank you Leader! I… Thundercracker likes pain, he doesn't however like it when Skywarp is in pain." he tried to word it neutrally, to offer the information with out making Megatron angry. "I'm trying to make them both suffer… for you. I'm… I apologise, I-I shouldn't…" he cut the link flustered that he had lost control of his thoughts, but this was such a turn on for him… he unconsciously lifted his energon covered hand up and licked it delicately.

Even though his repair system was already working, shutting off pain receptors and stopping energon flows, he kept feeling pain. He could barely stand anymore… on the battlefield he could take much more damage and pain… but here he was supposed to be safe, TC was supposed to take care of him!

His optics still locked on the air commander, he started shaking again at Megatrons words. He had always feared their Leader and he had seen what he could do to a mech… most prominently on Starscream who had long ago excelled at baiting Megatron; he had always paid the price for his baiting too. He liked pain himself but he did not fancy Megatrons kind of punishment, he liked to be able to walk away on his own two feet… and his mate… NO…better not think about what Megatron could do to 'Warp!

Did his optics just play a trick on him or was that slag-head trying to tease him? That sensual flow of glossa over digit made his spark flare for totally different reasons now...Fixing his gaze onto the seeker supporting himself on the wall in front of him, he couldn't help but grin when he was processing what he was about to do. Stepping forward and clearly invading the mechs personal space with that, he brought up his hand and let it hover between the flyers wings. Acting on impulse like he usually did when dealing out his punishments, he slammed his hand into the seekers back with such a force, that the mech was blown into the wall and a sickening crunch of his cockpit could be heard. Adding more pressure onto the seekers back, his audio-receptors couldn't pick up any more cracking glass, so the cockpit could only be cracked and not totally broken.
"You do realize that your commanding officer is right though...none of you should've been down here...yet what I find by far more interesting would be the reason that possessed your processors to be here when I had made if quite obvious that I wanted NOBODY to interrupt the progress of that amplifier...now EXPLAIN YOURSELF!!!", he barked and just for good measure decided to trail his right hand leizurely across the seekers wing, while his left was still pressing painfully into his back to keep him sprawled onto the wall.
"And your explanation better be a good one...or else...!", he reminden the blue mech that he was completely at his mercy now, by lazily tugging at the right wing tip and straining the metal there in a way that was painful, yet not fierce enough to rip it off...but that didn't mean that the seeker would get to keep his wing for long after all...

The crack of Thundercracker's cockpit hitting the wall with crushing force sent a tremor down his back, how often had he not heard that sound and felt the pain spread like fire through his sensors. Starscream shrugged off his faint unease about TC and Megatron… TC would be unable to take all his Leader had to give, he was certain of it! His optics off-lined for a second and he sucked a digit clean of energon… with great difficulty he turned his attention from Megatron, shutting out his snarling voice… or rather trying to in the hope that he could finish Skywarp's punishment before his spark demanded he went to Megatron for release. If his leader chose to grant it…

Skywarp slowly turned his head around to see his wing-mate, he knew that TC liked pain… but he also knew that the blue jet was scared of Megatron to the point of off-lining himself for good rather then ending up in their Leader's tender care. Now Skywarp's carelessness had landed him there, his spark contracted in response to the physical pain and emotional despair swirling in his processor.
He almost forgot Starscream… the mech of course did not let him. Hands closed around the top edges of his wings… they began squeezing harder and harder while moving slowly inwards against the wing joints. His spark flared wildly in pain, as his vent's hissed with hot air… he screamed again as the hands reached the joints and began, slowly ever so slowly, to rip off pieces… if this continued much longer the wings would rip off forced to from their own weight!

He slammed into the wall and pain spread out from his cockpit as it cracked from the force. Megatron's hand rested between his wings, continuing to exert pressure effectively trapping him against the well. He was afraid as never before and he had no idea what to tell Megatron… "We… ahh.. we w-were worried! Sta-arscream was… Please no!!" his Leader had begun caressing his wing "stop n-not my wing!!"
Megatron studiously ignored him and kept speaking; the only thing changing was that he began tugging and bending the wing tip. Thundercracker's traitorous spark flared at the pain, even 'Warp's pained scream only seemed to make his lust burn brighter. He couldn't see what Starscream was doing to 'Warp's back but he could guess and he couldn't help begging "Please S-Starscream! Leave hi-his wings alone!"

"Starscream was obeying my command, as the both of you should've done by staying out of here...how do you know the key-code anyway?", he asked with an angry sidelong glance at the air commander. Starscream would pay for that later! HE hadn't even known his subordinates key-code until that one fateful refined energon induced punishment a few joors ago.
"And it's COMMANDER Starscream for the both of you!", he reminded the mech and turned his lazy carasses into a forceful, clawlike grazing that was already denting the wingplates and would soon overstress them and with just a little more pressure applied cause them to break. He hated the thought that the air commander was careless enough not to reinforce his status in the lower ranks, even if that didn't necessarily mean that he wasn't respected by them. Megatron was just furious that the rebellish mech was lenient enough not to protect his position fiercely, yet had dared to try and overthrow him at every possible opportunity. It was infuriating him further to think that Starscream trusted these two flyers enough to give them the key-code for his laboratory, but it was beyond maddening to imagine them in the intimate positions that would've been required for overload. That thought made all his imaginations about those waxing-pictures go crazy and that just fueled his anger.
"And beside that...why should we spare your wings anyway? Hook will fix them up...IF there is enough left of the both of you to be sent to Hook, mind ya...", he trailed off, feigning boredom and glowing with enjoyed maliciousness on the inside so much that his spark flared yet again.

Starscream alternated between abject fear and incredible arousal… even that first time he did not think that Megatron had been as mad as he was now! He doubted that Megatron would believe him when he told him that the two Seekers had broken in… he never gave his key-codes to anyone. His spark sent out a few crackles at the thought of the punishment he would receive for that perceived slight. His Leader's gaze felt hot enough to burn him. He was barely aware of the damage he was doing to Skywarp, semi-luckily for the mech since he had stopped tearing the wing joints to shreds and was instead digging into the shoulder transformation seems… he quivered helplessly when he felt the flare from his Leaders spark and curled his digits inside the seems they were occupying.

Skywarp was a mess; he could only lean heavily on the wall and try to stay conscious. When his Commander suddenly twisted his digits inside the shoulder seems, 'Warp promptly off-lined with a pained wheeze of air from his vents and slit to the floor in an untidy, energon leaking heap. He left a dazed Starscream, who was watching Megatron with wide hungry optics.

His processor felt as if it had reached its boiling point, he wanted to help 'Warp so bad, he was teetering on the edge of full blown panic and he couldn't understand how his spark could react like this to Megatron. Most of Megatrons words didn't make sense to him, but he tried to answer "I'm… so-sorry we broke in! Please l-let me help 'Wa-arp… Starscream please d-don't hurt hi-arrrrhhh!!" his wing was a sea of pain he bucked against the wall fighting Megatrons hold with all his strength, but he couldn't brake it. He did not hear Megatrons last words, but he did feel the spark flare and he most certainly felt both Starscream's and his own flare in response.

He felt the optics of his 2IC on his frame and registered that the whiny seeker was off-line from the pain the punishment had bathed him in. So Starscream could follow his orders after all...he'd have to remember that. Filing away the important information he felt enraged anew at the blatant lie of the blue mech in his grasp. As if he'd believe them that they'd broken in, there were no signs to fund that theory on, no scratches on the door, no nothing and he knew for a fact that the other seeker could not have warped them into the lab, because Starscream had installed a shielding device to avoid exactly that kind of thing ever happening again when he was deducting an experiment for him. Megatron was a demanding leader and knew exactly how to make his 2IC comply by now, so he was sure that the shielding device had been installed three joors ago. He raked his hand through the upper third of the wingplates and felt exhilarating joy at the pained shrieks of the blue mech, even though they were an octave too deep compared to the screams he wanted to hear. Fixing his gaze onto the one he wanted to hear screaming he raked his hand through another third of the blue seekers wing, pressing him further into the wall and crushing the mechs cockpit beyond repair, so that the glass fell out to litter the ground when he pulled him back against him, to have the mech lean heavily on his torso and whisper only three words into the seekers audio-receptors, all the time drilling his optics on the red and white seeker still standing over his fallen subordinate.
"The truth, liar!"

Starscream couldn't tear his optics off of Megatron he shook with the force of his desire and jealousy. He again lifted his hands to lick the new energon off, he didn't really think about it he did the same on the battlefield. The taste of half processed energon always made his desire and/or battle rage spike. It was the same now, and he couldn't help the moan that escaped him when Megatron began ripping into Thundercracker's wing and crushed his cockpit against the wall. Sucking a digit into his mouth to prevent further sound form escaping he watched hungrily as Thundercracker was pulled against Megatrons chest, his jealousy reached new heights when he couldn't hear what Megatron was whispering in the mech's audios… he did not even consider how he looked to his Leader, energon covered digit in mouth and blazing optics .

He had never been in so much pain before yet he was also more aroused then ever before and scared… so scared that he had no idea how he could feel pleasure. He could feel the heat of Megatrons arousal on his back, suddenly his wing was shredded or it felt like it and his body forcefully pushed into the wall. He was screaming so loud that he was sure his vocalizer would give out in a matter of seconds…he wasn't that lucky. The pain in his wing kept pouring into his processor and spark. Then suddenly he was pulled back to rest against Megatrons chest, he could do nothing but sag into the semi-unwelcome embrace. He froze at the question and accusation… "n-no I swear!! We d-did break in 'W-warp is good with co-o-odes.."

"Are you absolutely positive that that's all...?", he hissed while trailing his hand over the broken cockpit of the seeker, brushing even more loose splinters onto the floor. He decided to have some fun with this particular mech, after all his spark was flaring in fright already, so he surely hadn't lost his touch, but that moan of the other mech came back to him and he again wondered if the concept of pain and pleasure was extendable to all seekers...Deciding that it couldn't hurt to find out, he proceeded to trail his hand over the mechs chassis, dipping just the tips of his digits into the armor seams to follow them to a junction and then move into another seam. That way his right hand made it's way from the mechs cockpit to his hips, under his wing and onto his back, where Megatron reached deeper into the mechs internal wiring to loosely pull on a minor energon-line.
He didn't care that the blue mech wasn't Starscream and might not react the same to his ministrations, but the way his 2IC was begging for a beating had his spark flaring and his hands itching to curl themselves around his throat, spark-casing, internal wiring and through his wings. He would teach the seeker not to anger him and teasing him like this when he knew very well that he was always considerate enough not to punish him whenever their subordinates were around had his CPU reeling to find a way for pay-back.

Starscream continued to clean off his hands, his processor a confused swirl of anger, hate, jealousy and longing… he had never considered hating one of his wingmate's before but right now he would gladly rip out Thundercracker's spark with his bare hands. And Megatron seemed to find way too much pleasure in the blue jet, his processor burned with anger. He did not want his Leader to punish TC, he wanted those cruel hands on his own frame. He stepped over the prone Skywarp, not caring one bit about the seeker in his desire to be closer to the source of his ultimate pleasure.

It was getting to be too much for him, his spark began flaring erratically and small crackles ran over his frame in response to Megatrons caresses… "I'm suuuu… arrg! We-we did bre-reak inn…Primus-s! Plea-ease s-s-stop!!" he couldn't handle the pain, he couldn't handle the pleasure he did not understand how this was even possible. In his understanding of the world he should have passed out long ago and he wished that was the case, that Megatron… his leader could do this to him, reduce him to a quivering mess more then ready to beg for release was not something he wanted to contemplate.

"You do not want me to stop, now do you?", he growled and squeezed the energon-line in his right hand. A quick glance to their left showed him that Starscream was approaching them.
"Keep out of this Starscream!", he hissed and continued over their internal communication channel. 'You have angered me greatly Starscream. I will not be touching you for at least the next joor!', he decided on his punishment. He was reeling with rage and the desire to rip the seekers wings off. His left hand reacted as if on auto pilot, first letting go of the blue seeker to rip off his left wing and then clutch him to his torso once more, while the quiet of Starscreams lab was yet again broken by the pain filled screams of Thundercracker. It was exhilarating to imagine what the fact that he was treating the blue mech in much the same way in which he would usually treat his 2IC was doing to Starscream. He could feel the spark flares and if he wasn't mistaken then the blue seeker seemed to be enjoying his ministrations nearly as much as Starscrem would have...

He froze in his tracks unsure what he had done to anger his leader "but… I followed your orders Lord Megatron. What have I done to anger you?" he jerked at the sound of tearing metal and the clanging of the wing as it fell to the lab floor, his spark flared and his vent's hissed air to cool him down. It didn't help he was overheating as never before. "Please!... will you tell me what I must do to redeem myself?!?" he took another step forward and then sunk to his knees looking up at Megatron, defeat and lust warring in his optics. "I swear Leader I will do what EVER it takes! PLEASE" he couldn't contain his desperation and it carried through on that last word.

"I want…arrrg" he couldn't continue as his energon line was crushed shooting pain straight into his processor, he was just barely aware of the fact that Megatrons attention seemed focused on something else. Then he felt his hand on his wing and he screamed in abject surrender as a pain unlike anything he had ever felt swamped his processor. He faintly heard the clang as his wing hit the floor as his legs started to give under him, but Megatrons arm held him up pressed against his hot chest plate. His spark incredibly enough reacted by sending out crackles. They snaked their way over his amour and sent pleasure coursing through his processor right along side the pain…

Spark crackles, oh the irony of it! It had been the spark crackles that had given his 2IC away orns ago and now they were the testament of Thundercrackers surrender as well! So he had been right all along...the seeker HAD liked the pain he'd been subjected to!
"Well Starscream...if you truly want to redeem yourself...then open up your spark casing for me...and scream like you never have before. Scream my name and imagine the pain I'm forcing on your wingmate as if it is your own.", he growled and his spark flared at the bare imagination of that prospect. He jerked slightly on the energon-line in his grasp and managed to elicit a moan of pleasure from the seeker he was holding in a kind of half-embrace.

His optics were hungrily following the spark crackles as they traveled from Thundercracker to Megatron, his jealousy ran rampant and he had never wanted to kill someone that much before… NEVER! Megatrons words made him moan out loud his optics flickering; he fought to keep the overload back, somehow that demand made him hotter then… Primus he had nothing to compare it to! Still fighting back the overload he opened his chest… he did not have to worry about screaming as the cool air hit his sizzling spark his back arched involuntarily and he screamed to the high heavens at the sensations. He did not know what he screamed but he was sure that Megatrons name was among the words…

He literately hung in Megatrons grip weak as a sparkling, the pleasure was so overwhelming. The tugging on his energon line made him moan, he wished so much for the pleasure of overload that continued to hover just beyond his grasp. His spark flared brightly as Starscream's voice cut though the air in a nearly incoherent scream. He shivered violently a small part of him wondering what could make his commander utter a sound so full of pleasure!

Splaying his hand to cover as much of the broken cockpit as he could, he dug into the raw wound, first stroking over the ragged edge of the former surface and then going further to dip his hand into the interior of the cockpit and stroke the control panels with his thumb, while the outer most left finger on his hand traced ghost-touches over the very tip of the cone protruding from Thundercrackers cockpit. He knew the seeker wouldn't hold out much longer...none of them, but he was confident that Starscream wouldn't be able to come if he remained without the stimulation of his direct touch and he intended to use that to his advantage. His right hand let go of the energon line and went to search for the spark-casings back, which he soon found and grazed two of his fingers over it, first in a horizontal line and then in a vertical up-stroke that was the blue mechs undoing and he overloaded so violently that Megatron had to tighten his hold on him to keep him from slipping and hitting the floor to trash on it in his forceful convulsions.
After the seeker ceased his struggles, he let the already recharging mech slip to the floor almost gently and turned to Starscream with a fervent hunger for the mech he could hardly explain to himself, but his spark was bared and crackling and he looked so close to overload already...He needed to devour those tantalizing screams! Grabbing the seekers head he drew him close and plunged his glossa into the others mouth to taste those screams and feel the plates vibrating with them! It wasn't a concious command but he bared his spark none the less and commanded their connection like he always did, intent on bathing in their passion and the bliss overload always promised. He kept them on the brink of overload for a full breem, with his air commander a needy, whimpering and in general begging heap in his arms. 'Beg me to give you the order you desire! BEG ME TO GRANT YOU CLEARANCE FOR OVERLOAD!', he hollered over their internal communications channel and waited for the mech in his arms to find his bearings long enough to follow his order.

He had no idea why he fought the overload…. yes he did, there was no reason to lie now. He craved the touch of his Leader, without it an overload was nothing but a brief pleasure. He had no energy left to monitor what went on around him his whole being intent on following Megatrons order, his vocalizer was already beginning to overheat… then suddenly Megatron slammed his dermaplates down on Starscream's, his glossa easily gaining entrance into the wide open mouth. He reached up, grapping a hold of his leader's shoulders he did not try to be gentle nor did he try to hurt, he just clung to him with increasing desperation as Megatron continued withholding the overload. He wasn't really aware of time… he didn't know when his screams had given way to needy whimpers and clicks or when he had started to beg incoherently over the comm. But he did hear his Leaders order and it nearly sent him into hysterics because he found it almost impossible to answer "….b-b-b…PLSSS" frustrated he unconsciously clenched his hands on his Leaders shoulders his digit tips dipping into transformation seems, the resulting flare from his leaders spark let him find his voice… at top volume no less "P-P-PLEASE LET ME OVERLOADE!! I-I CAN'T HOOOLD O-ON ANY LONGER LORD ME-MEGATRON PLE-EASE! I B-B-BEG OF YOU! PRIMUS!! LEADER PLEAAAAASE…!?!"

White hot pain erupted from his shattered cockpit, the digits sneaking inside his cockpit created pleasure that rivaled the pain more easily then it should be able to. When he felt a touch to his spark casing , he desperately imagined that the digits belonged to Skywarp. He was in no way prepared for the overload that hit with the force of a hurricane. He convulsed in his Leaders grip, not aware of anything but the violent swirling of energy… in the end all his systems were forced into shutdown and he slipped into recharged hanging from Megatrons arms.

On the floor the still off-lined Skywarp convulsed as Thundercracker's overload forced one from his own spark. His badly damaged wing joints couldn't take the strain, first one then the other gave out with a loud snap. The wingplates clattered unnoticed to the floor.

His shoulder joints were straining against the seekers desperate grip, but he refused to let them rearrange themselves to another position, he would never submit to anything! He forced his glossa deeper into the air commander and pushed at the other glossa he encountered there to pin it to the plating on the top, right underneath the overheating central systems of the seeker. Spark crackles were spreading from his spark, reaching for the other in an attempt to join for overload. He'd merge their sparks as soon as he wanted to and not even his own spark could dictate to him when that would happen! The seekers hands digging into his transformation seams and aiming for purchase made his spark flare and strain against the hold of it's casing. He re-directed the energy crackles that resulted from one of his spark flares to burn the seekers digits within his transformation seams and delighted in the needy whimper he drove from the air commanders vocalizer that was quickly followed by the frantic begging he had ordered.
Finally allowing his spark to conquer the other he plunged deep into the seekers being and searched his memories for the truth, if he'd been lied to by Starscream about that key-code...his wrath would reach heights the air commander couldn't imagine, after all he had been quite gentle with the mech so far. He was sure that his spark was conveying his message to the quivering form in his hold and couldn't decide whether he wanted the seeker to have lied to him or not...

His being was submerged in the essence of his Leader; Megatron did not allow him to read much besides his anger and displeasure. He whimpered at the force of those feelings, he could not understand how he continued to displease him… he followed every order to the best of his abilities. He lowered his defenses to grant his Leader access to everything he wanted to know. His body shuddered under the force of the overload and the unspoken promises of Lord Megatrons anger. He feared that anger very much… yet it fueled his desire and the force of his spark flares like nothing else had in his entire life. Just before the last of his mind buckled under the energy overload he realized that he would gladly provoke anger from his leader even If all it got him was a beating, at least then he would have something…

He couldn't deny that he was surprised to find that the blue mech had told the truth and that the air commander truly had given his key-code only to him, his leader and lone desire. Apparently the seeker truly was his now...he was finally following the orders given by him and only sought to please him, yet also trigger his anger to receive the punishments he so enjoyed. Well, that could certainly be arranged, if the seeker wanted to feel all of his wrath, he'd grant him that little wish! After all he wasn't asking for much and as it would ultimately take the same course of action and end in another overload for the both of them, he saw no reason to deny him that.

There existed nothing but pain, pleasure and his Leader, he couldn't even feel his body or see as his optics had off-lined themselves. It seemed to go on for an eternity wave upon wave of pleasure and pain, he did not know that his digits flexed in the seems on Megatrons shoulder. Nor did he know it when his body gave up and began shutting down his systems; he just collapsed in Megatrons grip.

He had prolonged their overload so long that he was close to feel weak when he finally granted them both the release they had been waiting for. It had been painfully obvious that Starscream wouldn't be able to hold out a nanoclick longer, but that he dared to overload a full astrosecond before him angered him. In all the joors he'd been finally dominating the seeker he had never dared to...well it seemed as if he could base his next punishment on his subordinate's disobediance again. A delicious prospect! The last time the seeker had overloaded five times...three times on his own and twice while their sparks had been merged. His logic circuits were working overtime to figure out what to do to his seeker next and he settled on forcing him to deliver his trine to the med-bay first thing after he came online.