A/N WOO! ISN'T THIS FIC EPIC?! READ IT, ALL. NOW. NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW. 8DDD
IT'S AWESOME. - Your argument is invalid. :I -
And no, this wasn't written by me. It was written by a great new friend of mine, but she wishes to be anonymous. Sadly. ;-;

To the writer of this fic: I really hope you don't mind that I edited a couple things. You know, fixed some capitalization and spelling errors, redid some grammar, added paragraphs... I saw a lot of potential in it. I really did. I know you'll be an amazing writer someday; I know you will. So don't stop. *salute*

Wheeljack awoke. He found himself gagged and tied to a berth. His spike was revealed, out in the open. He looked around frantically and struggled to get loose.

"Shhh. Don't struggle. It will only make it worse..." Whispered a soft and calm voice. He looked and saw Smokescreen stripped down to nothing but his protoform. Wheeljack seemed aroused at first, but when Smokescreen took out a whip, Wheeljack nearly panicked.
"Shh. I won't take long. I promise." He held his face to calm him down.
Fraggit, Smokescreen looked so sexy right now. Bare. But what was he planning to do with that whip?
Smokescreen crawls over him and sits upright on his belly. Wheeljack could feel his port against his abs. He wanted to frag him just like he did in the past. Frag him senseless, but Smokescreen had plans, apparently. Smokescreen bends over, removes the cloth gag and kisses him passionately. Wheeljack could taste how sweet he was. But just when Wheeljack started to enjoy it, Smoke broke the kiss, and pulls himself up. Wheeljack whines in need.
"Shhh..." Smokescreen hushed him and pulls himself up.
WHAP!
Wheeljack cries out in pain. The pain kept coming and wouldn't stop.
Wheeljack thought to himself if fragging him in the first place was a bright idea. Wheeljack then realized that by taking his precious virginity, he had grown angry. And probably had been plotting revenge ever since he left.
WHIP!
WHAP!
Wheeljack kept crying out in pain. The cries were overwhelming. But Smokescreen didn't stop. Again and again he lashed at him.
"Stop it! Please!" He begged.
Smokescreen paused, looking at all the damage he had done. There were bloody cuts all over the mech. He was a wrecker, a tough one, too; but this was just cruel and brutal. He had caused more pain than he had planned.
He took a couple of steps back and dropped the whip.

Wheeljack stared at the ceiling, trying to bear the pain. It stung, it burned...
But then, he felt something warm and slick lick his wounds. He moaned, closing his optics. He strained his neck to see what was happening. Smokescreen was licking his wounds. He was very skilled with his glossa.
"Feel better?" Asked Smokescreen.
"Ooohh...yeaahh..." He relaxes and pulls his head back down onto the berth.
"Want more?" asked Smokescreen and pulls farther away. "Ahhh... Yeah... Moooore..." He said, his head to the side. Smokescreen pulls himself to the spike, rubbing it gently. He could feel it pressurizing.
He teases with Wheeljack, shyly kisses and then licks the slit. He could hear Wheeljack moaning and begging for more. Smokescreen pleased him and slid his mouth over the entire spike, rubbing it gently on the inside using his glossa, sliding back and forth in a rhythmic movement. Wheeljack tried to buck his hips into his mouth, but failed, as he was bound to the table. He was about to cum, but right on the verge of his climax, Smokescreen pulled away. Wheeljack gave an irritated hiss and bucked his hips, searching for Smokescreen's warm mouth. Smokescreen gets up off of the wrecker and walks towards the table.
"W-what are you doing?..." Wheeljack asked.
"I'm leaving you..." Smokescreen gave a fake smile to the wrecker as he put his armor back on.
"But I didn't even cum!? Please! I beg you! Show mercy!" He says. Smokescreen pauses and looks at Wheeljack.
"Please..."
Smokescreen stopped, and put down the armor. He picked up the keys to his bonds. Smokescreen picks up the key and unlocks him. Wheeljack pulls himself up and rubs his wrists. "What do you have in mind?..." Asked Wheeljack. Smokescreen crawls over Wheeljack. Wheeljack pulls himself back and lays down.
Smokescreen takes his large cable, caressing it gently. He puts it near his valve opening.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Always..." He answered and put his servos on Smoke's hips, gently inserting his spike near the valve.
Wheeljack moaned. "Damn, you're...still so tight..." He stammered. Smokescreen gasps as his tight valve accepted him. It was a heavenly bliss. So tight, wet and warm. Smokscreen took a moment to ajust. Moving his legs slightly and then picking himself up and down, a rythmic and sensational cycle. Up and down. It felt so good so he did it faster. Wheeljack helps him and forces him up and down using his hips. Faster and faster.
When Wheeljack got tired with the pose, he picked Smokescreen up and put him on the berth. He still had a grip on his hips. Both of their frames heated up like crazy, steaming. Their fans kicked on, made a resonating hum. Wheeljack started to do it himself, ramming into him like crazy. Smokescreen was feeling it, the mouthwatering pleasure. He grabbed the sheets below him, starting to moan in each others' mouths, gasping and whining for more. They were going faster and faster.
"I'm... gonna...cum!" Cried out Smokescreen.
"Wait...Smoke...we'll cum together..." Wheeljack managed to say. Smokescreen was coming closer, and closer.
"S-Smokescreen! Do you love me?!" He asked.
"Yes!"
"Louder!" He said.
"YES! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Smokescreen cried out.
It came like a tsunami!
The overload surged through their circuitry like never before, and transfluids stained his port and his thighs. Then, Wheeljack felt Smokescreen's port clamp down on him. He slides it out gently.
They were taking in air as quickly as possible to cool down. Smokescreen looks at him with sleepy, wandering optics, and drifts off into recharge. Wheeljack falls towards his side, and closes his optics.
Just before he fell into recharge, he opens his optics one last time. He saw Smokescreen curled up next to him. Wheeljack pulls some covers over them. He looks at him again, kisses his forehead and then drifts off along with Smokescreen into a good recharge.

A/N OKAY EVERYONE YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN. THIS IS FRAGGING EPIC. w
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