HELLO THERE!

It's me, blablabla234. This is the sequal to my first TFA fanfic, Decepticons Have More Fun. The first chapter of this story starts a few days after the first fanfic ends. Starscream and Spaceflower are still in love, Sweetie is still training to be a Seeker, and the other Seekers (Skywarp, Thundercracker, Ramjet, Slipstream, and Sunstorm) are staying at the Decepticons' base to help train her. Read, review and enjoy!

"I think we can all agree where these Energon Pops belong," Starscream declared, holding one up. "The scrap heap."

Skywarp was trembling. "I told you energon was scary!"

Each and every one of the Decepticons had come into the kitchen to watch the lethal Energon Pops get thrown away. Starscream and Spaceflower were standing by the refrigerator, Sweetie in Spaceflower's arms.

"And we wish to thank Megatron, for saving Sweetie when she was choking," Spaceflower added.

"Well, Spaceflower, I might be an evil Decepticon leader," Megatron replied, still expressionless, "but letting an innocent young Seeker-to-be go offline when I could have done something about it is still below my standards."

"You have standards, Megatron?" Thundercracker asked, smirking. (He was still pretty angry about the dislodged Energon Pop hitting him in the head.) "I never would have guessed."

"Well, I do." Megatron glared for a moment, then added, "Wipe that grin off your faceplates or I'll slagging do it for you."

"No! Don't fight!" Skywarp shrieked. "Fighting is scary!"

"You think everything is scary, Skywarp," Slipstream told him, sounding annoyed.

The reason the Seekers were here was because Sweetie needed training to be a Seeker herself one day, but it wasn't always enjoyable having them around—particularly when they got into fights with each other, which seemed to be quite often.

"Seekers, please," Spaceflower insisted. "This is a happy moment. No need to fight."

"Happy!" Sweetie waved her servos back and forth again and laughed. Then—POP!—she teleported to the middle of the room, then back to the refrigerator with her parents. (Sweetie was getting quite good at teleportation.)

"Transform and rise up," said Megatron—testing, apparently, if Sweetie would obey that order.

Sweetie transformed into jet mode, flew up and all around the room, turned back into robot mode, and landed safely in her mother's arms.

"Great job, Sweetie," Spaceflower cooed, kissing her head. "Aww, you're just like your daddy, aren't you? Such a good flier."

"Thank you, Spaceflower," said Starscream. "You're a good flier, too. Guess it just runs in the family."

That evening

Starscream was in bed now, watching Spaceflower sing Sweetie to sleep as usual. Little did she know he had unlatched his interface hatch, which had been bothering him all solar cycle, starting with his girlfriend and the Energon Pops. It was only getting worse, though, as he listened to her enchanting voice singing Sweetie to sleep. Finally, the song was over, and Spaceflower set the now sleeping sparkling down in her cradle.

"That sure was a close one," she whispered, climbing into bed with Starscream. "I'm so happy Megatron was able to save Sweetie's life…aren't you?"

Starscream shrugged. "Yes…I am grateful, I guess. I still don't know why he did it, though. He hates me, and Sweetie's my daughter."

"It's like he said," Spaceflower reminded him. "She has a lot of potential. He didn't want her to go offline at such an early age. No offense, but we don't know that he would have saved you, had you been choking on some frozen energon."

"Like I'm actually going to try one of those Energon Pops."

"I certainly hope not," Spaceflower replied, pulling Starscream into a long, romantic kiss.

"My dear, I never thought I'd say this, but Blitzwing was right," Starscream said breathlessly, after they had broken the kiss. "We do act like a couple of sparklings."

"You're complaining?"

"Um, no, I am not," Starscream replied.

Spaceflower smiled (rather mischievously), and stuck her servo under the covers. "For Spark's sake, my love...I didn't know you were this excited to be with me."

"Pardon my anatomy." Starscream tensed up, then relaxed as Spaceflower stroked his spike with one finger. As soon as he released some lubricant, she let go.

"In all of my life cycle, I have never met such an attractive mech," Spaceflower continued, still not touching him. "With such a wonderful spike, too…"

"Well, it's, um, here, waiting for you…" Starscream gently put his claws on Spaceflower's shoulders and she ran her fingers along his wings, humming softly as she did so. Dear Primus, what a gloriouscombination—wait, what the…?

Spaceflower had, again, stopped, and was simply smiling at her boyfriend, for one cycle. Then those fingers were back to stroking his spike, in a very wonderful way…until she let go. (AGAIN?)

"My love, please stop teasing," Starscream gasped. "I don't think I can take it."

"Mm, greedy, aren't we?" Spaceflower whispered, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Of course not," he said, reaching down and inserting two fingers into her port—she would like that, he knew. And he didn't exactly hate it, either. He added the other three fingers, enjoying the sensation of her warm lubricant soaking his claw.

"Well, what are you waiting for, my love?" she asked, snuggling into him. "Enter me."

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't," Starscream replied airily. "That's what you get for teasing."

"What if I did this, then?" Spaceflower sat up, shoved his knees apart, and stuck his still-erect spike into her mouth.

"Yes, yes!" Starscream cried. This was what he had been craving…It felt even better than he had imagined—her silky-soft glossa was lightly caressing his sensor nodes, sending tingling waves of electricity throughout his circuitry, and it felt great. "Use your glossa, my love—oh that feels amazing—more—MORE—ahhh…"

Starscream overloaded and sighed relaxingly.

Spaceflower sat up quickly. "Starscream, you overloaded right in my mouth."

"And it felt good," he added happily, laying down again.

"Then are you ready for some 'facing, now?" Spaceflower asked.

"Well…I don't think I'm pressurized enough any more." That would probably change soon, of course, judging by the fact that he had been pressurized pretty much all solar cycle long.

"Maybe we can change that, my love," Spaceflower whispered, servos tracing along both his thighs, her feet gently brushing against his. Yes…it was changing, already. What the frag was WRONG with him? He was supposed to be pressurized during the "climax" of interface, not…well…every moment of every solar cycle.

It was probably just because of the stress, Starscream thought. Now that the Seekers were here, not only did they have to focus even harder on Sweetie's training, but they also had to accommodate five new (and pretty weird) guests. Often, since she worked so hard at being a good mother and hostess, Spaceflower was too tired to interface with him once they finally climbed into bed at night—the "friskiness" she was displaying tonight was actually quite the rarity. So he never got any "action", anyway. And he had been working quite hard himself—and that was never enjoyable. Very stressful. So maybe all these cravings he had been having lately were…normal?

Besides, even if they weren't, and he really was a "messed-up mech", why was he even thinking about it? Why was he "supposed" to be anything? His interface equipment was HIS business, and nobody else's!

Well, maybe it was Spaceflower's business too, of course, since she really was the only one he wanted. He couldn't imagine bringing anyone to this bed besides her. And that probably explained more than anything else (even stress!) why he suddenly found himself gently spreading her thighs apart, one at a time, and finally penetrating, after she had climbed on top of him.

"Thiswas what I wanted, for so long," Spaceflower whispered. Starscream smiled and stroked her radiantly beautiful face with one claw. She smiled back then started her thrusting, and Starscream let out an involuntary moan of satisfaction…yes, this was what he had wanted, too.

"You know I want to make you happy, my dear," he replied, squeezing her tighter as he released even more lubricant. She mewled quietly and squeezed him back. "I know 'facing isn't just about getting what I want."

"We both deserve to have our fun," Spaceflower finished, stroking his wings. He closed his optics and kissed her forehead, then…stopped really thinking so much as she started thrusting even faster (and harder). Oh, yes. This was "fun", very much so. This was exactly what he had needed, and very badly, too.

The next morning

All the Decepticons (including Thundercracker, Sunstorm, Skywarp, Slipstream and Ramjet) were sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying some energon—except Sweetie, who was still sucking on an oil barrel with a straw, and Skywarp, since energon was, of course, scary.

"How far have you all gotten on Sweetie's training?" Megatron asked suddenly.

"Mm…she should be ready for branding soon," Starscream replied nervously, but this was kind of stretching the truth. Sweetie was learning quickly—she seemed to be a very intelligent young femme—but she didn't know nearly enough to be ready for the Branding Ceremony.

"You know what she needs, though?" Blackarachnia said. "Some good mods. She doesn't have any yet. Maybe we could get her some lasers or something. She could shoot lasers out of her servos."

"Lasers?" Spaceflower shrieked, holding the sparkling close. "Do you know how dangerous that is? She could take herself offline! I would never get her a laser mod!"

"Well, we can't treat Sweetie like a sparkling forever, my love," Starscream gently reminded her. "She has to grow up sometime."

Spaceflower looked down at Sweetie and cuddled her again, then said, rather tearfully, "I-I know…it's just that she's growing up so fast…I mean, it seems like just last solar cycle I sang her to sleep for the first time, and now she's soon going to have the Branding Ceremony and be all grown up…"

"It is the hardest part of every parent's life cycle," Icy told her, pensively sipping his energon.

"How the frag would you know?" Starscream demanded. "I don't think you've ever been a parent, have you, Blitzwing?"

"Well…no," Blitzwing admitted. "But still, it makes sense."

Spaceflower leaned into Starscream, the sparkling still in her arms. He knew she wanted the sparkling to complete her training and meet her potential, but at the same time she was experiencing the pain that so many mothers and fathers experienced—never again would Sweetie be a tiny little sparkling she could sing to sleep and cuddle in her arms. Sweetie would be all grown up…unbelievably fast.

"You glitch-heads are forgetting what Sweetie obviously needs," Slipstream cut in suddenly. "She needs stimulated combat."

"What does 'stimulated combat' mean?" Skywarp asked. "It sounds scary."

"It means Sweetie would be able to practice with weaponry," Slipstream explained, "but instead of shooting real ammo, they just shoot non-toxic paint. And it's not scary at all, Skywarp. Grow a fragging spike, will you?"

"Stimulated combat will give Sweetie experience with weaponry without her having to practice with the real thing," Megatron said. "I will alert Swindle."

"Swindle?" Skywarp looked terrified now. "Isn't he that scary intergalactic arms dealer?"

"Well, he's an intergalactic arms dealer, but I wouldn't go so far as to call him scary," Megatron told him. "Besides real weaponry, he also sells 'practice' weapons, the kind Sweetie will use. She can get real weapons—even lasers, perhaps—after the Branding Ceremony."

Spaceflower nodded, but she was looking tearful again, so Starscream quickly set Sweetie in Blitzwing's lap and took Spaceflower out into the hall. "My love, are you all right?"

"They-they grow up so fast!" Spaceflower wailed, and burst into tears.

"I know," Starscream said, as soothingly as he could, and held his girlfriend close. "But remember, no matter how grown up she gets, she'll always be our little sparkling."

"You're right," Spaceflower sniffed, her beautiful voice cracking. "I'm…I'm so happy and proud that she's going to grow up into a good Seeker. Just…just like her father."