With a deep sigh Thundercracker steps away from the miserable sight that is Skywarp, the black wings usually held high and proud is held low on his back and completely unmoving beyond the tremors traveling them. They are as tense as they can be and held taut to the black and purple frame.
The scents coming from Skywarp is nauseous, with the drying mixture of transfluids and lubricants as well as the smell of energon from the countless scratches on the black and purple frame becoming stale. Skywarp needs to clean himself, and as he steps away from the seeker Thundercracker gestures towards their private wash rack.
They can deal with the consequences when Skywarp is clean.
When the black and purple seeker begin to move on stiff legs and walk further into the room, towards the racks, Thundercracker can't stop his angry growl at the sight of the transfluids staining the back of the black wings, splattered wide and covering every surface of the prized appendages.
The sound causes Skywarp to stop in his movements, and the wings begin to rattle violently on his back. He don't know what Thundercracker has seen, don't know the extent of his sullenness, if he knew he would have been just as angry, every seeker would at the sight of Skywarps wings.
Instead he thinks that the anger coming from the blue seeker is directed at him, and he waits in fear for Thundercracker to do or say anything further.
But beyond the growl, nothing else happens, and no other sound is heard for minutes.
Then he hears Thundercracker coming closer again, the sound of the blue seekers thrusters sounding like the countdown to an execution.
The touch to his wings startles him, and he can't stop the yelp of surprise escape his vocalizer at the gentle touch to the sensitive plating.
An angry hiss escapes Thundercracker, and Skywarp hear as something wet splatters on the floor behind him, gathered from the surface of his wings. He doesn't dare to look down, doesn't turn, afraid of meeting the smoldering gaze of his wingmate, his dominant, the one he has disobeyed.
When one of Thundercrackers hands settles between his wings and gently pushes, Skywarp moves again, entering the wash racks with the lingering touch on his frame.
Nudging Skywarp towards one of the shower stalls in the room he let the touch on the seeker go, while he goes to a stand and withdraws a rag, solvent and cleanser.
Skywarp won't be able to clean himself properly which is why Thundercracker have to help him.
Hearing a faint sob escaping from the stall, the blue seekers optics softens, and he walks quietly to where Skywarp is bathed in hot water. The energon tears running down his cheeks aren't hidden by the clean water, the two different kinds of fluids mixing before they go down the drain in the floor together with the dried transfluids and energon.
Turning Skywarp around, face first into the wall of the stall, Thundercracker begins to methodically clean the wings, rubbing the sensitive appendages to rid them of the transfluids stubbornly sticking to them.
As he works the sobs from Skywarp turns to crying and the black and purple frame shakes violently under his touch. Now and then he adds a little touch here, another there. It is all a way to sooth the other flier, to show that he can let go on all his misery, that he is safe here with Thundercracker cleaning him of the evidence of Megatrons actions.
When water turns to solvent and then cleanser Skywarps sobs has stifled and instead of trembling with repressed feelings or fear, his frame tries to repress the lust growing inside him at the treatment done to it by the blue seeker. He fails however, and Thundercracker can't stop a smirk from entering his face at the sight of Skywarp fighting against the growing need and lust.
Satisfied with the look of the once again black wings no longer stained in silvery transfluids, Thundercracker kneels down behind the black and purple seeker and taps the valve cover demandingly.
A moan escapes Skywarp at the touch to his cover, and without a thought he slides it aside, after all this is Thundercracker and he can never deny his wingmate anything, even less in the state he is in.
But the moan turns to a scream when his valve is mercilessly showered in hot water entering it and forcing out the remaining amounts of transfluids covering the valve lining. Fighting to remain standing as his valve almost overloads by the sensory input from the water alone, he feels how his legs shakes. Gripping onto the sleek surface of the wall in front of him he fights for any leverage he can get while Thundercracker keeps cleaning his sensitive insides for any sign of the interfaces he has had with the warlord.
When the last trail of silver slowly makes its way into the drain, Thundercracker removes the shower head from the valve and stands once again.
Looking at the panting black and purple seeker in front of him, he gently reaches his free hand to travel the length of one wing edge, laughing at the moan the touch causes.
Leaning into the frame trembling with need, his lips almost touches Skywarps audials.
"Now you are all nice and clean and ready for me, my little slave." Thundercracker rumbles lowly into his audial, letting go of the shower head and pressing his front to Skywarps back, grinding the black and purple seeker into the cool surface of the wall.
With his forehead leaning on the wall, all Skywarp sees once again is tiles.
But this time he pays them no interest when the feeling of the cool surface, the sensation of Thundercrackers frame this flush and pressing against him together with the sound of the rumbling voice and the words leaving the blue seeker causes his valve to clench painfully on nothing as a wash of lubricants travels down the cleaned insides and begins to drip from the rim.
A needy whine escapes him and at the sound he bites down on his lips, trying to stop more from leaving.
Behind him Thundercracker stops moving at the sound, and withdraws slowly from the trembling black and purple frame.
Reaching his digits into Skywarps helm vent, he jerks the black and purple seekers head back, straining the neck cables and leaving the neck vulnerable and open.
Lowering his head to Skywarps he looks into lust filled red optics, mirroring the lust present in his own.
"What was that?" he purrs in a seductive tone, enjoying the little games they play.
"N-nothing Master." Skywarp stutters, his voice showing fear his optics doesn't. This is after all how they always play, and he knows that during their pleasurable times together he doesn't need to fear. Which tells him that what had happened earlier is somewhat forgiven, and Thundercracker is now giving him what he needs, what Megatron didn't give him, safety.
With a smile wide enough to show his dentas, Thundercracker locks optics with Skywarp as he slowly brings their lips together in a searing kiss, sensing the muffled moans leaving Skywarp at the contact. The smile grows as he feels how Skywarp finally gives in to him and allows the sounds to travel freely from his vocalizer, begging the blue seeker for more.
Releasing the grip on Skywarps vent he instead places the hand steadily on the black and purple seekers back before he kneels behind him.
Pushing the tip of a digit into Skywarps leaking valve he teases the black and purple seeker, enjoying the small trashing movements that occur in the others frame as he toys with the valve.
"Thunder- Master. Please." Skywarp begs.
"Please what?" Thundercracker inquire mercilessly as he still stimulates the valve, the digit just entering with the tip, just barely touching the first node inside the valve, and he knows it is driving the other insane with need.
"Please. T-take me. I- I need you to fill me. P-please!" Skywarp answers in a voice now and then breaking as Thundercrackers digit almost, almost touches the first node.
Withdrawing the digit and rising from his kneeling position behind the other seeker, Thundercracker leans into the black and purple frame, but instead of releasing his spike, he forces his hand between the wall and Skywarps legs, going for the valve once again.
A protesting whine leaves Skywarp at the feeling of the digit entering his valve again, continuing to tease him and turn him into a quivering mess.
Other hand leaving Skywarps back, Thundercracker fondles with a black wing.
"Give in to it Sky. Overload for me, now!" the blue seeker orders, the digit in the valve entering completely setting several nodes alight on its way and the hand on the wing twisting the tip just right.
"Th-Thunder-Cracker!" Skywarp screams as his overload is triggered by the sudden onslaught of data fed from both his valve and wing. Trashing as his vision whitens with the charge coursing through his frame uncontrollable he only registers the digit in his valve and the slight sting of pain coming from his wing.
The sight of Skywarps overload as well as the feeling of the valve clenching on his digit is enough to make Thundercracker release his spike cover and allow the spike to pressurize. Groaning as the cool air blows around his spike he wastes no time in removing the digit from the valve and bring his spike to the opening.
Slowly hilting himself inside Skywarp, he allows the valve to accommodate for the intruding presence, feeling how it is still clenching in post overload spams.
Fully sheathed inside the black and purple seeker he just allows Skywarp to sense him before he withdraws from the valve again, the nodes inside the valve still raw from the overload they have just been through.
Moving in and out in a slow pace he listens to Skywarps reactions, and when the vents begin to speed up again the pace follows, turning into an outright pounding when there no longer is any sign of discomfort in the black and purple seekers frame.
Urging Thundercracker on, Skywarp shrieks at the top of his vocalizer, begging for more, faster, harder until he is left a sobbing mess all while the blue seeker continues taking him. At this point the begging turns into incoherent blabbering and Skywarp is lost in the pleasure filling his frame.
Sensing how his overload is approaching, Thundercracker fights it, not faltering in his pace as he keeps burying himself as deeply as he can inside the black and purple seeker, stimulating the top nodes and feeling how Skywarps valve begin to ripple around him, the black and purple seeker steadily on his own way into another overload.
When he finally loses the fight he thrusts into Skywarp in a few more vicious thrusts and allows his spike to release its content deeply inside the black and purple seeker. Throwing his head back as the pleasure wreaks havoc in his frame while his transfluids fills Skywarp in heavy spurts, adding the last stimulation that causes Skywarp to succumb to his own overload and milking Thundercrackers spike for every drop of fluid, Thundercracker groans at the feeling of the rippling valve adding sensations to his sensitized spike.
Withdrawing his spike completely from the valve, Thundercracker takes a step back. With the blue seekers frame no longer supporting him Skywarp slumps to the floor his legs quivering violently and his valve dripping with Thundercrackers transfluids.
Not giving the black and purple seeker a chance to regain any control, the blue seeker takes the step forward again, his slowly depressurizing spike still standing out from his frame dripping with the mixed fluids.
Nudging Skywarp lips with the tip, Thundercracker looks down at his wingmate, a gentle smile on his lips.
When Skywarp is done cleaning it from the fluids, the spike will stand proud and ready once more, and Thundercracker is going to take him again. Like this they are going to continue until their systems is so fatigued that none of them can move and they have to crawl out of the wash racks and to the energon dispenser and refuel.
If Starscream returns before they are done, he might have mercy on them and prepare cubes that he leaves at the entrance to the racks before he leaves the quarters to the two lust filled seekers.
After all he knows how grateful he is when Skywarp does that little gesture when it is him under the tender mercies of Thundercrackers almost unstoppable stamina.
