A/N: This was just suppose to be a one shot, but then I wondered what others were doing, and this was born...

Also, this particular segment was inspired by Katy Perry's song, ET.


Sunstreaker on top, Sideswipe on bottom. I'm whispering lyrics into yellow audials. *You're so magnetizing* Sunny digs his fingers into my pelvis, magnetizing his charged palms, leaving me breathless. A moment later, Sides ultrasonically pops my cod piece off. *You're so super sonic* I entrench my hands in each of their sides, a charge pulses through my arms, lighting us all. -We're glowing- Streaker presses his lips violently to mine, while Sideswipe ghosted his hand up my side. *Your kiss is cosmic* Their touches, their essences, are completely opposite. Ying/Yang, or Angel/Devil? As soon as the Twins plug into me, I feel as though I'm floating. In a Lambo sandwich. Not that I mind, I love those little Cybertronian fraggers. Not that I ever mind, not when they need my Spark Energy to survive 'Jet Judo', not when they nearly kill each other, not when they prank me, not ever. I can always feel the undercurrents of love, and that's what matters. *Every move is magic* In this moment however, I can also feel Sunstreaker stiffen above me in his overload, and Sides whimper below me, wanting his own release. *I'm ready to go, Lead me into the light* As Sunny falls from his high, I kiss a sensitive audial, and roll over to face his Twin. Don't get me wrong, Sunny doesn't stop. He continues kissing and sucking and licking everything he can reach -Red or Blue. That sent tingles up my backstrut. All our systems still linked, every time I suck on Sideswipe's finial, both twins moan. Every time Streaker manipulates one of his twin's sweet spots, it drives all of us closer and closer to the edge. Gauging by our Spark fluctuations, one more- Yes.

Sides and I buck Sunstreaker off our little pile, entrenched in overload. As soon as Siders has motor control again, he siccs his glossa on Sunstreaker's sensor-laden audials, sending him over the edge once more. We both love to watch him overload. His face looks so full of pleasure, he doesn't seem so cranky and ostentatious. He looks so blissful. And while his audials are still fritzing, I hear Sideswipe take a picture of him. "Sparklet..." I murmur, tenderly chastising him. He 'ignores' me, nuzzling his face into my neck cables.

By this time Sunny has regained his senses, and he unplugs us, picking me up bodily, laying me gently face-up on our berth. He presses a chaste kiss to my lips then sits up, waiting for Sideswipe. There is an unspoken rule between the twins, whoever gets the top while 'facing has to lay to the side for recharge that night, as the berths were rarely large enough for three large frontiers to lay side by side by side, and it was NOT fun recharging on the bottom of a Lambo sandwich... Trust me I know. Therefore, we had to wait for Sideswipe to get his aft off the floor before Sunny could lay down to recharge. If we didn't, there would just be more red streaks on Sunny's hide that I would end up washing and waxing off that morning, and he would keep us up with his whining. "Come 'ere, Siders." I coaxed, patting my chestplates, telegraphing where he was to recharge. After seeing that, he stretched luxuriously, exposing several hot spots.

Once he realized that we're not going to jump him again, he gets up and obediently lays on me. I wrap one arm around him, and lay the other on the berth, waiting to embrace both of my Twins. Sunstreaker curled into my side, unable or unwilling to replace his cold facade. I press them both to my chassis, relishing their warmth, for it was indeed a cold day, but the warm night more than made up for it.


A/N: If any of you have a favorite OTP that you would like me to write about, please don't hesitate to tell me. Please review!