With shaking hands Skywarp keys the door to the trine quarters open and enters the room on equally shaking thrusters when the door slowly slides aside to allow him entrance.
Seeing the blue figure of his wingmate lying leisurely on the large berth they all three shares at night, he stops a few steps into the room and allows the door to close again.
Standing there he can feel how Thundercrackers optics roams his scratched, dented and sullied frame and the black and purple seeker keeps his stare fixated on the tiles covering the floor as he lets the other seeker take in his ruined state.
A displeased rumble leaves the blue seeker before Thundercracker leaves the berth and walks closer to the black and purple seeker. With the sound of thrusters coming closer small tremors travel the black wings on Skywarps back, and he intently keeps his stare on the floor and doesn't look up at the approaching seeker.
When they are almost flush against each other, Thundercracker stops and touches the trembling black and purple frame, not in a soothing way yet still gentle. This close Skywarp can feel Thundercrackers frame as it runs hot, the blue seeker clearly primed for hours of pleasure and countless overloads on Skywarps part. But in his state and with what had happened an hour ago, moments after he got the last teasing message from the seeker now in front of him, he trembles at what Thundercracker is going to do to him.
Another displeased rumble leaves the blue seeker, this one louder, and it clearly shows Thundercrackers anger.
The digits of the blue seeker takes in all the scratches and dents littering the black and purple frame, before the smoldering red gaze looks at and fixates on the thighs and valve cover stained in transfluids still dripping.
In rising anger at the sight Thundercracker revs his engine, and with a hand lifting the downturned head of the black and purple seeker, he lifts Skywarps gaze to meet with his own.
"Master…" the black and purple seeker pleads weakly when his head is lifted and he sees the lust mixed anger in Thundercrackers, his own wide in fear.
The grip on his jaw increases, almost enough to crush it and he whimpers with the pain that follows the harsh grip.
With narrowing optics the elder seeker studies the younger for several minutes, before the grip slowly eases, and Thundercracker then releases the jaw completely.
"Why?" he asks the black and purple seeker in a stern tone, his optics still holding Skywarp in an iron grip even if the hard grip to the seekers jaw no longer is there.
A weak whimper escapes Skywarp at the question.
With the question triggering the memories of the last hour, he doesn't know what to say.
His duty shift had ended that hour ago and he had been on his way back to the trines quarters and the waiting Thundercracker just when someone had bumped into him around a corner.
With his frame running hot he hadn't paid any attention to his surroundings and had been taken by surprise at the slight pain to his wings when the frame he had connected with had thrown him into the wall.
Even then he hadn't paid much attention.
It was first when strong arms took hold of his and led him away that he realized that the mech wasn't just the common ground pounder, but Megatron himself, and that he wasn't able to fight free of the grip the warlord had on him as Megatron dragged him with him, away from the direction towards the trines quarters.
He didn't want to recall what then happened, after all the evidence was clear enough on his frame, and in a weak voice he whispered the name of his assailant.
"Megatron."
With the word out, he can't stop his gaze from lowering and his optics returns to the welcome sight of the tiles on the floor, taking in the small imperfections.
With optics narrowing further, almost turning them into thin slits, Thundercracker allows Skywarp to flee his smoldering gaze.
Megatron.
The seekers had joined the decepticons a few vorns back, when the autobot council made it clear that they preferred to see the fliers extinct rather that isolated, and had bombed Vos into oblivion.
From the ashes of the once proud city state the surviving fliers had rose with a burning wish for vengeance. That wish became a possibility when the decepticons with Megatron as their leader had rose from the slums of the various city states around Cybertron and had made it their goal to overthrown the council and wreak vengeance on the mechs who had held them in oppression for eons.
Meeting with the assigned Winglord, with the true Winglord and his family falling victim to the devastating attack, the Decepticon leader had managed to persuade the seekers to join him and his armada.
With the alliance still this new, almost no one among the decepticons knew of the common rules among the seekers.
Sure they knew about the importance of the trines and the bond they shared, but what they didn't know was that the trine wasn't just three seekers joining up and deciding to bond.
No.
It was so much more.
That was why Thundercracker had been waiting for Skywarp for more than an hour with systems primed to pleasure and overload the other.
The elder seeker was the one in Starscreams trine to balance the two other rather flighty seekers.
Starscream as the trineleader and now newly appointed SIC in the decepticon army tended to forget himself in his duty, fighting with demands of perfection, demands that the seeker laid onto himself, even when everyone else found what he already did perfect. But to Starscream everything could be done better.
Skywarp on the other hand needed a safe haven and one to guide him.
The black and purple seeker held remarkable skills, his teleportation one among them.
But he lacked the ability to use them most efficiently on his own. During a battle his processor would be filled with too much data that could drown out any deeper thoughts and instead of using his ability to avoid damages Skywarp tended to fly straight into trouble and end up damaged. The glee filling him during battle didn't help either; he simply forgot to think when he had the processing power to do so.
Outside battle however, it seemed like the black and purple flier thought too much.
To balance the trine, Thundercracker, with his calm and stoicism had become a dominant presence, one the two others could lean against when the need arose. Yes, Starscream still took the decisions as a trineleader should, but sexually the blue seeker held the whip above the two others, allowing Starscream to for once lose up and slip his control, while Skywarp felt secure in the guiding presence of the elder seeker, safe to reveal all his insecurities during their pleasurable sessions.
But for Skywarp to have this safe base, Thundercracker had banned him from interfacing with anyone else but the blue seeker or Starscream, just like he had demanded of the trineleader that Starscream didn't rant while they spent their time together.
They would get what they needed, and he would never deny them, but he did have rules.
And now Skywarp, it seemed had broken one of his.
Or rather Megatron had on his behalf.
