I know, so much already going on and I have just written another distraction as a friend of mine so aptly termed these. This will be a three-shot, which came to me after re-watching Deadlock, and honestly I am surprised I haven't seen it before (although I am sure it is out there somewhere).

Guess what, robot smut. Is it bad I amused myself with that? Anyways yeah, I really just wanted to write two smokin' hott robots going at it so here we go!

Overall Rating-MA, sticky consensual b/w 2 mechs, language, NSFW, I'm not going to leave an individual warning for each chapter as this is just going to be three chapters of smut. Seems redundant :)


Chapter 1-Ill-formed, well-built?


"Argh… rrgh your elbow articulator is digging into my lateral flexor," he ex-vented harshly, shoving vainly against the massive frame behind him. Shockwave was using up most of the available space, and he was left crushed up against the pod wall, scraping his lithe frame as it continually rubbed against the rough metal. What curse had Primus laid upon him that there was only one escape pod left on the Nemesis, and he had to share it with this mech, the one he truly didn't care for in the slightest? When he thought about Shockwave he was indifferent at best and admittedly, although only to himself, competitive and jealous at worst.

"Do you intend to whine for the duration of the voyage?" Shockwave asked, choosing to ignore the irate seeker and instead focus on triangulating the location of one of his underground labs. Starscream continued to push against him futilely, jumbling them both in an attempt to find a more comfortable position in their cramped shared space.

"Duration of the voyage? We're right next to Cybertron. How long is this 'voyage' going to take?"

"The pod's main fuel injection system has been damaged. The flow has been rerouted. We are running on secondary flight systems only. Travel time has been lengthened to three Cybertronian megacycles."

The seeker's electromagnetic field became positively abrasive as he spluttered out his next objection, "I'm stuck in this pod with your ill-formed frame crushing me for three megacycles?!"

"Affirmative." Shockwave pulled his own EM field in as tightly as possible to escape the flier's, but the tight quarters left his attempt unsuccessful. Instead he felt each shift as Starscream cycled through different emotions, turmoil being an apt descriptor for the feeling.

"This is ridiculous. What are we going to do now?"

"We are heading to my lab on the southeast border of Kaon. We must suppress the majority of our movements and remain hidden for now while we prepare for our next move. I will clone more Predacon specimens. The project was already started before I was discovered by Knockout and now I have perfected the mechanism so it should progress rapidly."

"What for? The beast you created the first time was nothing more than a pain in our afts."

"A necessary risk. We must procure new soldiers now that we are without an army, and Lord Megatron."

Starscream felt an immediate spike of anger and an unsettled churning in his tank just from the mention of his… former master. He had made the decision to serve his lord to the best of his ability when he returned to the Decepticons and he had been true to that. They had gotten further working as a unit than either he or Megatron ever had alone, and that had indicated to him that he had made the right decision.

It was all over now though.

"The Autobots will pay for what they have done." Shockwave didn't respond but it didn't matter because he was lost in his own processor anyways. His keen mind was already scheming, contemplating the different ways he could rip each individual metal plate off of an Autobot, one by one. Or maybe he would strip the outer casing of each piece of circuitry, allowing cables to cross indifferently, and effectively setting up a loop of electricity throughout the body that would cause his victim excruciating pain. Or maybe he would…

…and he spent many more cycles thinking through his revenge on each Autobot. Each thought was more malicious than the last, the idea of his preferred torture method doing nothing for him in this case as he decided more pain, more defilement, and

more destruction was what he needed to properly pay them all back in turn.

"Starscream, your anger is illogical and so is your desire for vengeance. You would do better to focus on devising a new military strategy now that we are at such a disadvantage."

The Air Commander grumbled but did not reply further as he knew the scientist was partially right, focusing on revenge alone would not help their position at the moment. "I would be able to think if I wasn't being prodded in the back struts incessantly," he ground out, leaning to the side in a desperate attempt to relieve the unbearable pressure against his much lighter frame.

Shockwave finished examining the telemetry data from the pod's main computer and set the flight systems to auto-pilot, their destination already programmed in. He shifted then so that he was now parallel to Starscream, his frame only lightly pressing up against the back of the other. "Is this satisfactory for you?" he asked hearing a sharp intake that he could only assume was relief due to the accompanying flutter of pleasure in the flier's otherwise stressed field.

Starscream tried to suppress the heat that threatened to envelope him as his frame underwent the first stirrings of arousal. Shockwave had unknowingly rubbed sinfully along the underside of his right wing as he had moved, lighting up the multitude of sensor clusters that were housed there and acting as a tease to his overcharged systems. Unexpectedly, an image of himself on his servos and knee joints, Megatron ramming into him from behind, surfaced. An extremely sharp thrust resulted in the connection between spike tip and deep node, so Megatron held them tightly together and ground against the sensor roughly filling them both with ecstasy. His leader's code poured into him and streamed through his circuits up into his neural net where the data files were unpackaged. Lightning shot through him, flitting along every sensor, and he screeched in pleasure as his overload finally took him.

He shook his helm harshly, trying to rid himself of the memory and disapproving of how long it ultimately took to do so. Coolant was circulating now and sometime during the memory sequence his cooling fans kicked on much to his embarrassment. Shockwave's field gave nothing away, almost as if he hadn't noticed the change, which he honestly probably hadn't. The scientist was no better than a drone, dull and unimaginative, when it came to anything involving feelings let alone something as vehement as interfacing. I doubt he even knows what his spike is for, he scoffed internally.

Starscream, on the other servo, was a seeker and that meant he was familiar with every minute detail of not only his interface array, but his entire frame as well. The seeker frame had originally become more and more sensitive to aid them when they flew, it being necessary to sense such things as the shifting air currents and updrafts. The increased sensitivity had ultimately led to fliers seeking out more and more interfacing relationships because the pleasure was immeasurable. Cybertronian evolution, a couple million stellarcycles, and now seekers were energetic creatures of pleasure and desire. Everything about them was designed to tempt other bots, and both give and receive pleasure. It had also unfortunately led to the necessity of frequent interfacing to disperse the charge that built up so readily in their frames.

Now he was in such a position, his systems overwrought with desire, and he had denied it for so long that it was threatening to undo him. Starscream couldn't help but shiver as he once again thought of his master and their trysts. They had been wild, volatile and vicious, while still being passionate, each partner desiring to wring the utmost pleasure out of the other's frame. Regrettably for him, Megatron had fragged him less and less throughout their stay on Earth and since he had returned to the Decepticons, none at all.

"Starscream, you are overheated. You may wish to run system diagnostics to determine the cause."

"I know I am overheated. What do you think, I'm an idiot?" Starscream was embarrassed by how obvious his arousal was only thankful that it was Shockwave stuck in the pod with him instead of somebot like Knockout who would have commented about it unrelentingly. Being that it was Shockwave though, the frame behind him was large, dwarfing his own in many ways and turning him on much to his irritation. He had accepted his own size kink long ago, undeniably evidenced by his tendency to find partners larger than himself. Ground pounders weren't typically what he sought out, but Shockwave's frame was sliding up against his own and igniting a fire within him that he couldn't quell.

Then again, he thought to himself distastefully, slowing the rising heat, it is Shockwave. And with that, his processor regained control, finally shutting down interfacing protocols one at a time. He was only moments away from calming himself, when the pod skimmed the upper atmosphere of Cybertron and the two were thrown forward, frames crashing together. The frame on top of his was heavy, hot to the touch, and he finally lost the earlier battle with himself to keep quiet, letting out a low groan of pleasure at the feeling. His autonomics took over instantly as he gave in, interfacing protocols back online in only a nanoklick and frame set ablaze yet again. He braced himself against the pod wall, pushing back into the other frame, and grinding his aft against Shockwave's pelvic armor.

Another groan escaped him as he heard a sharp intake from Shockwave and then the frame pulled away from him. "Starscream your behavior is inappropriate."

The low, smoky vocals sent thrills throughout his frame, his lower paneling tightening, and causing a heavy feeling low in his tank as if those vocalizations could physically touch his internal mechanisms. He had never been affected by such sounds before but something about the scientist's voice was tantalizing. Starscream shivered again before smirking and looking over his large shoulder guards at his fellow commanding officer, "Really?"

"Affirmative."

"And what if I do this?" he said as he lent backwards and allowed his entire frame to contact Shockwave's. The heat from both his frame and field were sweltering, increasingly pushing him to find release that he was all too happy to find if only Shockwave would cooperate. He wasn't worried however, despite how cold and emotionless the other mech seemed, Starscream knew he was attractive and quite manipulative. It wasn't so much a question of if Shockwave would frag him, but more, how long it would take before he convinced the other, and judging by the little flicks of field contact he was getting, not very long.

Shockwave was confused by Starscream's behavior. Neither of them had ever shown any interest in such activities before and Starscream's attitude toward him had always been hostile, not amicable. Not only that, he was also confused by the minute rise of heat within his own frame, and his field leeched outward continually despite him repetitively drawing it back in. He realized then that their frames were still very much pressed together along their entire respective lengths so he shoved the seeker harshly into the wall none too subtly. "Starscream, I have no desire to interface with you or any other bot for that matter," he informed the other, speaking only the truth.

"My thermal sensors say otherwise. There is a notable increase in your heat output Shockwave," he teased, interface array practically humming at being dealt with so forcefully. The temperature change had been almost infinitesimal, but he could twist any piece of information to suit his needs at the time, no matter how inconsequential it seemed.

"That is a result of bodily contact. My systems are simply responding to yours. It is not intentional. Desist your actions." Shockwave had to admit this was an interesting show of Cybertronian biology that he would have to remember to study in the future when the opportunity arose. His processor focused on that instead, unwittingly taking his concentration off the sneaky flier although that was not the best idea given the situation.

Starscream knew then that Shockwave was not going to respond to the teasing, no, he would need a more direct approach as long as it was… logical. The flier twisted around so that he could stare into the scientist's single optic before innocently dropping his next line, "Shockwave, you suggested earlier that I return to my militant duties, yes?"

"Affirmative," he replied, refocusing on the present. Now that the other was behaving more reasonably, he also released the thinner mech, who subsequently turned to face him entirely.

"To accomplish that I first need to lower my stress level and I see only one way to accomplish that."

"You would be wise to practice more self-control in this case then."

"It is not a matter of self-control. What do you know of seekers?"

"Seekers are one of the oldest of all Cybertronian races, originally centered in the city of Vos. Most seekers are termed flighty, vain, and histrionic. They require constant stimulation to keep their processors on any one task. They are also described as attractive, graceful, and highly maneuverable. They are suitable as air commanders as long as they can be controlled and focused…"

"Yes, yes. All of that," he said waving his servo dismissingly at the irrelevant information. "And what do you know of their interfacing habits?"

Shockwave paused. "I am not familiar with the interfacing habits of seekers."

"I thought as much. Seekers must also be constantly stimulated physically as well or our frames and minds will slowly deteriorate from a constant state of overchargedness. We will eventually be pushed into finding a suitable partner when we have gone long enough without an intimate experience, despite usual preferences."

"A flawed design in Cybertronian biology. Interfacing protocols should not overtake logical processing capabilities."

"Maybe, but many a bot have enjoyed our flawed biology to the fullest. You do realize how Megatron kept me… 'focused' as you say?" he remarked suggestively.

"You imply that you and Lord Megatron interfaced regularly?"

"Lord Megatron would deny that it was anything more than putting me in my place… forcibly, but I can assure you that he enjoyed it just as much as I did, if not more so," and he allowed his servo to slide down the broad chestplates, claws lightly scrapping the glass as he hungrily took in the sight knowing he was so close to getting what he wanted. Shockwave grabbed his servo in his own, halting all movement with a slight tightening around his wrist that wasn't painful yet, and his wings began to click together frantically at the assertion of dominance from the other mech. He wanted those precise digits sweeping over his delicate appendages, confident in their knowledge of Cybertronian biology, and their ability to please him.

"You would deem this necessary?"

"Oh, I would."

"I will comply given your assessment. Increased productivity will be helpful once we have reached Cybertron."

Starscream couldn't hold back the smirk at his effortless victory, assured in knowing his conniving mind had gotten him what he wanted. Or at least he thought… for a cycle… and another. "Well, why are you just standing there?"

"As I am inexperienced in such things, I am awaiting your direction."

"Well surely you have interfaced before however boring I imagine it probably was; just do what you did then."

"I have not interfaced previously."


Oh yes, and that is all I have to say about that.

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