Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor am I making any profit by writing this. Warning: Sticky I haven't written smut in a long time... I hope it's decent.
Pairing: IDW Thundercracker/Arcee
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Arcee struggled against her binds, optics glistening with fear as her captor approached; heavy footfalls indicated his mass and that particular gait spoke of a sweeping wingspan characteristic only to the seekers. The femme felt her body grow slack as he entered the holding cell. It was dark; too dark to indicate which seeker now shared her personal space. Was it the psychopathic Skywarp, the traitorous, easily excitable Starscream; or was it the even-tempered god of thunder himself? All three were equally handsome and each had their certain charm, though Arcee would never allow herself to be seduced by the enemy.
"What are you waiting for?" she spat. "Why are you just standing there?" She could hear his low growl resonate from within that deep chest, signifying his interest in the prisoner bound before him. Without the AllSpark, the Cybertronian species had no choice but to revert back to their most primal, most energy depleting methods of reproduction. Arcee knew this—as did the seeker.
"Megatron wants more troops," droned the mech. She immediately recognized the voice as being that of Starscream's elder brother. It was profound and masculine; like the aggressive thunder of a virile storm. And for a moment, Arcee nearly overlooked the reality of her situation. Her optics quickly brightened with newfound rage, mentally formulating 100 ways to kill the Decepticon leader.
The seeker leaned in. "Don't make this more difficult than it already is, Autobot."
Being in the presence of a physically desirable mech was enough to initiate the breeding protocols of a female, though his response would depend solely upon how well he picked up on her scent and body language. From that moment on, interruptions would not be tolerated and may result in violence and other displays of dominance. Arcee recalled the lessons Ratchet had given her regarding Cybertronian reproduction. It was only fair to make her, and any other femme, aware of the situation they had been forced into.
He also mentioned that, because of the AllSpark, the need for females dwindled and evolution caused their population to decrease until only a handful remained. Now, female Cybertronians are considered a precious resource. And it was just like Megatron to abuse that resource.
"Your mind is elsewhere…"
Arcee stiffened beneath his amber gaze. "Go to hell," she retorted, only to be promptly silenced by clawed digits sinking into the soft metal of her cheek plates. "I'm trying to make this easier on you." The seeker quickly found spit upon his cockpit in response. Disgusted, Thundercracker tightly held her skull within his hand and forced her cheek against the ocher glass, effectively smearing the fluid onto her metallic skin. "Stop being a bitch," he grumbled, forcefully flinging her head back against the metal wall.
"This isn't getting anything accomplished."
Thundercracker removed the shackles, causing her body to fall forward.
"She's already head over heels for ya, TC?" remarked Rumble, trailed by his twin's irksome cackle. The seeker's wings shifted in irritation, his warning gaze locked onto the pesky cassettes. Arcee took advantage of the distraction and attempted to escape, only to be tackled to the ground by the massive jet. This caused Rumble and Frenzy to jump, clearly taken aback by the mech's quick and aggressive action.
"Heh, maybe we should get out of here," said Frenzy. The two then hastily departed, leaving the Decepticon and his prisoner alone once more.
Thundercracker exhaled deeply. The way his armor scraped against her own was almost unbearable; even the slightest of movements sent a jolt of electricity up her spine. Arcee trembled beneath his weight. She felt the pleasurable vibration he was creating through subtle engine revs, igniting her spark. And her body became a slow-moving puddle of goo as his large hands ghosted over her frame, leaving no crevice or seam untouched.
The seeker's journey ended at her rear, where he slid the length of his hand between her thighs, coaxing the crotch plate to open. When it did, majority of the armor covering her lower half receded, exposing the pliable wiring beneath. Thundercracker had successfully entranced the female to the point of words being of little use; all she had to do was simply spread her legs further apart. Arcee peered back at the jet as he retracted his own armor, revealing his sizeable phallus. Her optics dimmed at the sight before returning her gaze to the bars of her holding cell.
The moment of penetration took her by surprise, causing a hiss to escape her through clenched teeth. As he withdrew, however, Arcee had a moment of panic and began to struggle once again. In turn, Thundercracker applied more weight, pressing her torso to the cold metal floor. He then bit down upon her sensitive neck cables, the elongated canines becoming dangerously close to vital wiring. The bite was unexpected, though it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Thankfully, he released her neck before any serious damage could be done as each thrust he delivered seemed to grow in force.
By now, Arcee was writhing in bliss, emitting soft grunts as she was worked into a heated frenzy. Above her, Thundercracker's cockpit brushed against her spine, adding to the energy web now flowing between them. He lowered his head to her audios, unable to hold back the feral growl that erupted from his throat as he felt her inner walls tighten around him.
"TC…" she mewed.
A small portion of her spark energy filtered down into the gestation chamber, where it soon met a flood of transfluid as the large jet overloaded into her sweltering valve. After a moment, Arcee snapped back to reality and dug her claws into the floor. "Get off of me…" she hissed. Thundercracker groaned, slowly withdrawing his thick member. "I will see you again shortly, femme." His pelvic armor slid back in place before he made his leave as quietly as he came.
"Thundercracker performed marvelously, my Lord."
A smile formed on Megatron's pale lips. "I can see that, Shockwave," he said, staring intently at the live feed streaming from Arcee's holding cell. "It may take a few sessions, but the Autobot should be carrying within a month's time."
Megatron frowned. "It's not soon enough."
"My Lord, it will take some time. It must be done at the right moment, lest we waste energy." The Decepticon leader scowled at the other mech. He knew Shockwave was right, and if waiting meant getting his army of fliers, then so be it.