Author's Note: This chapter contains a threesome and is sticky! If you do not like, turn back now. Flames will be used to roast flamers. Now, ono the fic!
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Sunstreaker sat curled up in a corner of the medbay, watching as Ratchet frantically tried to save his brother. They had arrived to find the medbay prepped, with Swoop, First Aid, Wheeljack and Perceptor all on standby. With the entire medical team present, it didn't take long for word to get out that someone was seriously injured. It took even less time for the rest of the Ark to find out that the injured mech was Sideswipe. Most of the crew at some point or another had found their way to the medbay doors, wanting to know the red twin's condition. They weren't allowed in, only Sunstreaker and Skyfire – who was having his wings looked after by Perceptor – were allowed into the front bay. They were allowed no further though. Even Sunstreaker was forced out of the surgery bay, as he would only get in the way of the medics.
Red Alert stood outside the doors, informing the crew of Sideswipe's condition as it changed. It hadn't done so much in the past few joors, but Sideswipe was still alive, which gave them hope. He had held on for this long, so obviously he was in no hurry to join the Well of Allsparks. Besides, Ratchet was the best medic of their time, and everyone knew he had a special fondness for the twins; there was no way he would let Sideswipe go without doing everything in his power to stop it. Most of the mechs took comfort in that; Sunstreaker did not. He still could not feel his brother. Now and then he could hear Ratchet order one of the other medics to clamp this or hand him that, but the young mech did his best not to listen. He dialed his audios down as low as they could go; only turning them back on if someone came out of the trauma room. Other than that, he watched blankly, optics not leaving the small part of his brother that wasn't hidden behind the screen.
He settled further into his corner, preparing for the long night ahead of him. Signals began to flash behind his optics, warning of low energy levels. He needed to both refuel and recharge, but he would do neither until he knew his brother was going to be ok. He overrode the warnings, only to have them restart a few breems later, this time telling of imminent stasis lock if the proper measures were not taken. Again he ignored them, fighting his body's inclination to shut down to save energy. His big brother was in critical condition; he would not go into stasis until that had changed. Optics flickered in a desperate attempt to remain alert. For a moment he managed to do so, but even his will was not enough to supersede his body's basic needs, and he lost the fight against stasis lock. But as he began to shut down he felt a faint flicker in his spark, reassuring him that everything was going to be fine. He was too out of it to understand where that flicker came from, but he took comfort in it just the same and allowed himself to fall unconscious.
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Red Alert finally convinced the last of the mechs lingering in the hallway to leave. Most had duties to attend to, and the Ark couldn't afford to shut down because one mech was injured. He had promised to make a ship wide announcement when Sideswipe's condition was confirmed, which appeased most of the crew. The crowd dispersed, and Red was finally able to get into the medbay to check on the condition of his bondmate. Skyfire had kept quiet while the crew was being dealt with, but Red knew he was fine. He would feel much better, however, when he was able to confirm it with his own optics.
Perceptor said nothing as he watched the Lamborghini join Skyfire, and instead slipped away to see if there was anything he could do to help Ratchet. Neither mechs paid much attention, only pausing to thank the microscope as he left.
"Are you ok?" Skyfire smiled at the worry in his lover's tone.
"I'm fine. The damage was more extensive than I thought, but Perceptor was able to fix it. I'm not allowed to fly for the next cycle while the welds stabilize, but I'm allowed to leave the medbay and return to light duty." Red's smile was small, but filled with relief.
"And the twins?"
"From what I've been able to hear, they've stabilized Sideswipe, and are working on repairing his systems now. He may relapse though, so he's not out of danger yet. Sunstreaker's planted himself in that corner over there," he gestured to the corner diagonally across from them, "but he hasn't said anything. He just watches the surgery bay."
"Hmm. That's not like him. Normally he'd be making a fuss, insisting on being as close to Sideswipe as possible. Come on. I want to check on him." Skyfire stood, taking his mate's hand as they crossed the room. He too was worried. Neither twin did well with separation, especially not while the other was injured. Sunstreaker had been too quiet.
"Sunstreaker? Are you alright?" Red winced. Of course the mech wasn't alright, but he had to ask anyway. There was no response. "Sunstreaker?" Skyfire frowned as his mate's attempts to get the other Lambo to react to them failed. The shuttle decided a more direct approach was needed. He gently pushed his mate out of Sunstreaker's reach. If Sunny reacted badly to this he didn't want the smaller mech to get hurt. Reaching out, he placed a giant hand on the golden bot's shoulder, shaking lightly. Normally any form of unwanted contact would have Sunny lashing out faster than most could see. This time his head lolled back, revealing blackened optics. The unconscious mech began to slide off his seat, but Skyfire reacted quickly and caught him before he could hit the ground. He scooped the younger bot into his arms, pressing him against his chassis. Sunny was so cold. He revved his engine, trying to generate heat to warm the younger twin, but at the same time knew it would do no good.
"Red, he's in stasis. Almost all of his systems have shut down. His plating is freezing to the touch, and I can barely hear his energon pump working. Go get Perceptor." Red Alert didn't bother to reply; he merely turned and ran to the surgery bay. Stasis lock could be serious if the bot remained offline for too long. Skyfire had said Sunny's plating was cold, meaning he had been that way long enough to lose almost all of his body heat. It was indicative of early stage two lock. Stage three was usually permanent stasis. They needed to wake him up. Fast.
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Ratchet cursed as another capillary burst, leaking fluids into the cavity of Sideswipe's chest. It wasn't life threatening – they had finally gotten him out of the danger zone - but it was annoying. Leave it to the fragger to go and do something as stupid as trying to Jet Judo Starscream without his brother there to act as backup. Most of the damage now was easy to fix. The initial shock of hitting the ground from such a high altitude had jarred most of his internals out of place. Essentially, he had dislocated over eighty five percent of his internal structures, and had major hemorrhaging in the chassis and lower extremities. Once they had gotten the leakage under control and his most critical dislocations back in place the left over damage was minor enough that the self repair system could handle it. Or would be able to, if the impact hadn't forced a surge of coolant against the vessels, weakening them. Sideswipe would have to stay overnight for observation, but once the vessels reinforced themselves he would be in the clear.
Ratchet allowed his expression to soften slightly as he looked at the prone form on the medical berth. He saw the twins as his own creations. He remembered when they came into the army (illegally, he later found out…the little glitches had lied about their ages and had only come of age a few short decades ago). They had been angry, vicious little things. The gladiator pits were harsh, and from what he was able to gather they had been there since they were young adolescents. They had never known discipline other than the harsh beatings from their keeper, had never really had the chance to grow up. The first time Ratchet had punished the twins he was that they were really lost young mechs who had no real concept of the difference between right and wrong. He had taken them in, taught them how life on the outside was. He saw Sunny's real face, not the violent one he put up to defend himself. He knew that Sideswipe was far more complex than the prankster façade he wore. He had never had creations, but he considered the twins to be his. It was his greatest fear that one day they would take a reckless stunt too far and he wouldn't be able to save them. Twins could survive without each other, but they rarely ever wanted to. The survivor would usually waste away over groons, until his spark finally gave out. The medic knew his twins would be the same. To lose one would be to lose them both.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, he turned back to fixing the capillaries as best he could. First Aid and Wheeljack stayed to help him, but he sent Swoop and Perceptor into the main section of the medbay to continue with inventory and to update the waiting mechs on Sideswipe's condition. The pair turned to do just that but before they could exit Red Alert appeared in the doorway.
"Ratchet, Perceptor, Sunstreaker has fallen into level two stasis. Skyfire's trying to warm him up, but we need help." Although the SD did his best to remain calm, everyone could hear the note of panic in his voice.
"Frag it! First Aid, Swoop, Perceptor! Finish with Sideswipe. He'll be fine once you flush the fluid out of his cavities and close him up. Wheeljack, with me!" He strode out of the surgery bay, headed towards the golden terror, muttering under his breath. "Slagging little demon. Don't you dare die on me!"
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Blue optics powered up slowly, vaguely registering the obscenely bright orange ceiling above them. That was strange. He could have sworn that he had been facing the surgery bay just a moment ago. He powered up his optics some more, but the bright light brought a massive processor ache with it, and he quickly shut them off. The mech tried to raise a hand to his helm, but something in his arm prevented the movement. Cautiously opening his optics again he saw that he was attached to an energon drip and various monitors that he did not recognize. The thermal blanket wrapped around his body also restricted his movement. Annoyed, he began to struggle, trying to unwind himself from the tangle of blankets.
"So." The voice that crashed over him spelled him impending doom. Sunstreaker shivered. It was never a good thing when his creator figure used that tone of voice. "Would you care to explain to me how you let your energon reserves drop to critical? And while you're at it, maybe you can explain why you haven't recharged in the past twenty joors. While I'm on the subject I would like to know jut why you didn't say anything about entering stasis lock!? Primus damn it Sunstreaker, if Red Alert and Skyfire hadn't check on you, you could have died." Sunstreaker was suddenly very aware of the other optics in the room. Red Alert and Skyfire watched quietly from by Sideswipe's berth, his twin lying unconscious, attached to various machines all reading as stable. He relaxed minutely, but kept silent. It was better to let Ratchet rant when he got into one of these moods. Unfortunately, the CMO seemed to be waiting for an answer. Ratchet sighed when it was obvious that his youngest adopted creation wasn't going to answer him.
"You are ill. You are going to go drink four cubes of energon, slowly, and then you are going to go to your room and recharge until the morning cycle. I will see if I can't find someone to stay with you to keep an eye out for you tonight. I know perfectly well that if I let you stay here you'll sit by Sides the whole night and won't get any rest."
"What? No! I'm fine! I don't need to leave, besides, I'm not tired!"
"Sunstreaker, you put yourself in stasis lock because you neglected to eat or rest. Sideswipe is going to be fine and isn't going to wake up for at least twelve local hours, so you don't need to be here right now. Go take care of yourself; I don't want to see you back here until tomorrow morning, understand?" A stubborn glint shone in the yellow bot's optics, and he opened his mouth to argue, but Red Alert cut in.
"We'll take care of him Ratchet. He can stay with us tonight."
"Thanks Red. You can bring him back around nine am tomorrow morning. I'll wake Sideswipe up shortly thereafter." Ratchet pulled the drip out of Sunstreaker's wrist and unhooked the monitors.
"Will do." Furious, Sunstreaker turned on the bondmates.
"You cannot make me leave here. You would not dare." He was so angry he was shaking. "I want to stay with my brother."
"Sunny," Skyfire's voice was soft, "Sideswipe is only going to be angry with you if you hurt yourself because you did not take care of yourself while he was injured." Sunstreaker crossed his arms, jaw set, challenging them to try and move him. Skyfire sighed. "Sunstreaker, I am much bigger than you, and though you don't want to admit it, I am much stronger. You have two options: you can walk out of here on your own or I can carry you." Sunstreaker stared at the pair in horror. He could see that they were not kidding. He had no choice. Stiffly, he moved passed them, headed towards the door. Ratchet shot a grateful look to Red and Skyfire.
"Thank you both. I'll see you in the morning." Red nodded curtly, turning sharply on his heel and followed Sunstreaker in to the corridor, with Skyfire walking more sedately behind them.
::Sky, can you go get the energon? I'll take Sunny back to our room. I don't think he's in the mood to deal with people right now. Oh, and tell the crew about Sideswipe will you?::
::Of course.::
::Thanks love. See you in a few.:: Red took the other lambo's arm, gently guiding him towards the personal quarters. The younger twin stiffened, but did not pull away. All of the fight seemed to have drained from him now that he was not near his brother. He made no protest as he was led into the room and settled on the berth. When Skyfire returned he drank the offered cubes almost mechanically, optics scanning over the walls. He had never been inside the bonded pair's room before. There wasn't much, just a few pictures of the couple on the walls, a desk and a night table with a reading lamp and some literature data pads, but other than that the room was bare. Somehow though, it still managed to feel cozy and warm.
It didn't take long for his systems to begin to shut down; the comfort of the room and the fact that he had a full tank for the first time in… he couldn't remember actually, what with all of the recent Decepticon activity and then the attack in the desert, helped lull his exhausted systems into shutdown. The familiar presence once again beating in his spark also helped him relax, and with kliks of curling up on the berth he was asleep.
Red Alert joined his mate on the chair, allowing those strong arms to wrap around him tightly. For a while they watched the recharging mech in silence. In sleep, Sunstreaker had a much more innocent air about him. He didn't look like a child, but it almost seemed as though the worries and stress of the war rolled right off him, making him lose the hardness that gave him the appearance of a much older veteran.
The Security Director let his optics linger for what was longer than appropriate. The twins were beautiful mechs, but Skyfire and Red, who occasionally took others into their berth to spice things up, had never seriously considered propositioning the twins. They were both so young, and Red knew that they looked up to him and his mate. They didn't want to break that trust in case things didn't work out. That didn't mean that they weren't tempted. It took all of his control not to reach out and touch that beautiful form. Besides, Sunny had just undergone a traumatic experience; waking up to his friends molesting him would likely scar the younger mech for life, and definitely break the aforementioned trust. He could tell that Sky was thinking the same thing; the thoughts and feelings spilling over the bond told him that much.
::I think,:: his mate's mental voice said, ::that it would be best to either recharge on the chair or the floor tonight.:: the red and white lambo nuzzled his mate's neck.
::Agreed. I'm comfortable here if you are.:: He could feel Skyfire smile against the back of his helm.
::The chair it is then. Get some rest love. I'll keep an optic on Sunny.::
::But you're recovering. You need it more than I do. I can get Ratchet to explain that to you if you won't listen to me.:: He was met with the shuttle's silent laughter, the larger body vibrating slightly as he chuckled.
::Primus forbid I incur the wrath of the medic. Fine, you win. Wake me when you get tired and I'll take over.:: The white bot gently placed a kiss on the back of his mate's helm, before initiating his recharge cycle.
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He had only been in recharge for a handful of cycles before panicked voiced brought him back online. Skyfire opened his optics, only to be greeted with the sight of his bondmate trying to either pin the struggling Lamborghini down or wake him up – he wasn't sure which – while the young mech thrashed and screamed in the grips of a night terror. Considering what had happened earlier in the day, it wasn't hard to guess what it was about.
"Sunny! Sunny calm down! It's not real!" Red was desperately trying to calm the writhing mech, but was having little luck. He was relieved when two large white hands joined his, gently keeping the terrified mech in place while Red Alert did his best to sooth him. The smaller mech ran his hands up and down Sunstreaker's audio finials, whispering calming nonsense to him. Slowly but surely the younger mech began to still, the faint light in his optics indicating his return to the waking world.
"Red? Sky?" His voice was hoarse and unsure; he didn't know if he was still dreaming or not. After a moment it became apparent that he was awake and he turned away from the other mechs, ashamed. Normally only Sideswipe saw this part of him. He was badly shaken, not only because of his display of weakness, but also because of the night terror. He couldn't remember much, just an all encompassing feeling of loneliness. But… he wasn't alone now. When Red took his chin in his hand and turned him to face the couple he allowed it. They weren't Sideswipe, but that was ok. They made him feel safe.
"Sunny? Are you with us?" Sunstreaker nodded, trying to still his shivers. He seemed to want to reach out to them, but didn't want to overstep any boundaries. Skyfire solved that problem by puling both Sunstreaker and Red into his lap before settling on the berth himself. The two smaller mechs ended up pressed together and Sunny unconsciously latched onto Red. Skyfire tightened his hold as Red moved to grip the twin as well.
"It's alright. We're here." Soft breath gusted over his finial as the other Lamborghini spoke, making him shiver for a completely different reason. T was no secret that he and his brother were rather promiscuous, though they were loyal to their partners when they had them. In the past, the twins had discussed which mechs they would like to 'face, and Red Alert and Skyfire had been high on the list. They would talk of the things they would do if they got the chance, whether together or separate, but like the mates had never really thought it was a possibility. They didn't want to lose the trust or respect of the two mech who, besides Ratchet, actually saw what was underneath. In normal circumstances, the golden mech would have enjoyed the position he was in and not pushed for anything more. However, as off balance as he was none of the reasons for not taking things further occurred to him. Red Alert and Sky were attractive, trusted, and at the moment, comforting. Without a second thought, he pushed his lips against Red's, keeping the kiss chaste.
Red Alert was startled when he felt Sunstreaker press against him. Common sense fled as he relaxed into the kiss, running his glossa against the sealed lips before gently nibbling the bottom one, asking to take it deeper. Sunstreaker responded by parting his lips, allowing Red to delve inside the moist cavern.
Skyfire watched as his bonded kissed the golden Lamborghini. He felt his systems react to the erotic sight, heating up as he watched flashes of glossa duel between their mouths. Sunny put up a fight, but eventually surrendered to his mate, allowing Red to explore uninterrupted. He moaned softly, knowing he should put an end to the kiss but not wanting to. Sunstreaker was writing in his lap, breathy little moans escaping his vocalizer as Red found his hot spots. He would wait a little while before stopping it, he decided. After all, what harm could a kiss do?
Sunstreaker was surprisingly sweet. That was the first thing he noticed. The twin put up a token fight, but was quick to submit to Red Alert after a breem had passed. Red took advantage of the acceptance, and dove into the kiss, glossa trailing over lips, cheeks and the roof of Sunny's mouth before playfully flickering over his glossa again. Sunstreaker moaned, and he could hear his mate do so as well; there also came a wave of lust from over the bond, as well as reluctance. Feeling this, Red Alert gently broke the kiss, biting Sunny's lower lip as he pulled way before releasing it.
"Sunny, wait. We can't do this. You're upset and confused. This is the last thing you need," Red Alert said regretfully.
"No, please I want this. I want you." Both elder mechs shivered at the husky tone. It was hard to resist.
"We can't. No matter how much you think you want this, we won't allow ourselves to take advantage of you."
"You're not Sky! I promise you're not. Sides and I…We've wanted this for a long time. Please."The red and while mechs exchanged a look that Sunstreaker could not read. His spark throbbed hard in response. He wanted them so badly. It had started as a need for comfort, but now he just wanted them, wanted to do everything that he and his brother had fantasized about. Finally, they turned their attention back to him.
"Promise us one thing, Sunny." That was Skyfire.
"Promise us that you won't regret this come tomorrow." Red Alert.
"I promise, I promise. I swear I won' regret it."
"Good." Then they descended on him.
Sunny gasped, arching up into the touches. Or he tried to, but he was kept firmly pinned by Skyfire as Red Alert explored his body. He had started by trailing his hands lightly over his finials, pressing harder when they proved to be a hot spot. Red played with one as Skyfire leaned down to suck on the other. Sunstreaker writhed, wanting more of the touches. He wasn't sure which way to push, back into that lovely mouth wrecking havoc on his senses or up into those teasing fingers. One hand still on his younger lover's helm, Red let his other trail down the golden body beneath him, searching for more spot he could exploit. Sunny whimpered when he tweaked the cables in his elbow, enticing him to play with that for a moment before moving on. He felt gratified at the squeak Sunny made when he sucked on his hip. He let his glossa slip in between the seam hidden there, toying with the hidden wires. Skyfire's hand joined him on the other hip as the larger mech finally released Sunstreaker's arms. Red was aware of his mate'd free hand slipping between the golden thighs to rub against their young lover's codpiece.
"Open up.: The Lamborghini's didn't hear so much as feel the command rumble though their bodies. Both shivered, Red sucking harder on his mouthful of wires and Sunstreaker immidately retracting the panel. One large finger teased the rim of his valve, not penetrating dispite Sunstreaker's thrusting hips.
"Please! Oh please, put it in I want it I," the babbled words were cut off, and Red Alert looked up to see his mate engaged in a fierce lip lock with Sunstreaker. Skyfire dominated the kiss, pulling away only when he was ready to do so. The red and white mech could feel his charge growing. Skyfire was so hot when he decided to take control. He moaned against Sunny's hip, moving down to suck on his thigh.
"Hush Sunstreaker. You will get what you want after we do." The promise in those words was almost enough to make the younger twin overload on the spot, but he held off. He could feel Red Alert between his legs, so close to where he wanted the attention but he wasn't oh! Delicious pleasure shot though him, blocking all else from his mind. He didn't notice when he was gently laid back on the berth or when Skyfire moved to join his mate. All of his attention was focused on the wonderful glossa in his valve, licking at his walls, pressing in deep, then pulling out teasingly before diving in again. He screamed when another mouth joined Red's, this one sucking on his cable.
Skyfire sat on the other side of Sunny's thigh while Red lay in between the spread appendages. They took turns sucking and licking at the helpless mech before him, taking his to the verge of overload before drawing him back. Over and over Skyfire engulfed that tasty cable, sucking hard before soothing Sunstreaker's arousal with gentle licks. And then Red would start again. Sunny really was delectable, and neither bondmate could get enough of his flavor. Sunstreaker didn't know how long the wonderful torture carried on for, all he knew was it lasted for eternity, which wasn't nearly long enough. He didn't know that he was begging for them to finish him, begging for overload. He only knew that he needed it. Finally, finally they let him. Red continued to work his valve, lapping at the escaped lubricant before plunging deeply into Sunny's willing body just as Skyfire began to suck on his cable in earnest. Screaming, Sunstreaker toppled over the edge.
Red Alert pulled back to watch him fall. Sunstreaker's face was exquisite in the throes of passion, blissful and open. He drank in the sight greedily, knowing that he could overload from the picture alone, never mind the passionate noises the bot made, and the taste of Sunstreaker still on his glossa. He glanced down to see Skyfire still working Sunny's cable, milking everything he could from the cord and extending the overload. Red could feel his sensory net flare, taking in all of the erotic stimulation, building his own arousal higher and higher as he watched Sunstreaker thrash, caught up in the grips of pleasure. The soft whimpers he began to utter as he came down from the high were enough to trigger his own overload, which cascaded over the bond dragging Skyfire with him.
Skyfire moaned as his mate's pleasure flooded his system. Sunny had tasted so good, reacted so beautifully to them. They had never had another lover who had made them overload without once touching them. Briefly he wondered if Sideswipe could do the same, which brought the image of the twins intertwined together. The picture sent a fresh surge of arousal through his system, stretching out his overload and feeding Red's as well.
Eventually the pleasure tapered off, leaving all three mechs tired, sticky and very sated. Red and Sky crawled up the berth, sandwiching Sunstreaker between them. Red gently closed the yellow mech's still open panel, fingers trailing though the mess on his thighs. Sunstreaker stirred at this, realizing that neither of the other mechs had opened their own panels, though he could see copious amounts of lubricant dripping from both. Startled, he reached to place a hand on both, but before he could touch he found both of his hands trapped against warm chassis'.
"Shh. Sunny. This was for you. Get some rest. We can discuss what to do in the morning." Nodding, it didn't take long for the frontliner to slip into recharge, safe and warm between his lovers. Skyfire smiled at his mate, sending a pulse of love/exhaustion/contentment before he followed Sunstreaker's example. Red set his internal alarm, and checked once to make sure their quarters were secure before he too drifted off to sleep.
