Rating: M
Warnings: heat/mating cycles, spike and valve, oral, fingering, squirting, mpreg, mechpreg

Author's Note: Wow! Oh my goodness, I was not expecting this kind of response to this. This literally makes me so happy, oh my gosh. I'm smiling like an idiot right now. So this is basically another PWP chapter, but next chapter there will definitely be plot. Yes, there will be, I will force myself into it.

On another note, I have decided to try and update this every Tuesday. I had planned on every Monday, but I have a night class on Mondays, so I moved it. Also I will try really hard not to fuck this up, I will! Thank you all for reading, it means so much to me! ^w^

Repopulation - Chapter 2

"That's it, a little more glossa."

He groaned in pleasure as he sat on the throne in the ancient Decepticon headquarters, Darkmount. He sat in the very throne Megatron had eons ago, but now it belonged to him and only him, with his "queens" beside him.

He rested his servo atop Skylynx's helm, which was currently buried between his thighs as he lapped at the underside of his large, ribbed spike, while Darksteel suckled at the head of his shaft, licking up any pre-fluids that leaked out.

He enjoyed watching them both work at bringing him utmost pleasure and fighting on who got to swallow his load. He smirked as they soon became greedy, watching Darksteel push Skylynx away as he swallowed him down, the tip of his hard spike tapping against the back of his throat, making him choke and pull back, coughing.

"Don't strain yourself, Steel. Take your time."

The younger mech looked up and nodded, this time only taking half of his king's spike into his hot and wet mouth while his servo pumped what he couldn't fit at the moment. He smiled internally when he heard the pleased groan from the older Predacon.

He let himself take more of that wonderful spike into his mouth, only to be pulled off and thrown down, being replaced by Skylynx, who easily swallowed their lover down, his glossa flicking over the underside and tracing the ribs. He moaned when he looked up with glazed optics, seeing his king's pleased expression.

The youngest dragonformer yelped when he was pulled off, but didn't let himself be thrown as he and Darksteel fought for a taste of that delicious spike.

"Boys."

They stopped when the voice of their king sounded above them.

"There's no need to fight. Both of you can share."

They growled at each other.

"Boys." Predaking warned.

The two younger mechs grumbled, but did as they were told, working together to bring their king to sweet, sweet overload.

Predaking watched and moaned as Darksteel suckled on the head while Skylynx mewled, lapping around the base. He smirked, biting his lip as Darksteel began to bob his helm, glossa lashing and tracing the ridges, pushing Skylynx away as he swallowed.

He could no longer contain his lust, and he groaned, holding Darksteel's helm down as he came down his throat, the younger mech moaning and drinking every last drop of transfluid his king had to give.

He pulled away, smacking his lips. He smirked when he saw Skylynx's annoyed expression. However, that expression changed to surprise when their larger lover pulled the youngest Predacon into his lap, Lynx's back to his chest.

Predaking teased his plating, brushing his claws over the heated paneling and dipping into joint seams. Finally, he was able to coax it open, slipping his servo down to slip to claws into his youngest lover, mindful of his talons.

He looked to Darksteel, who now held Skylynx's previous emotion.

"You hogged all of my special treat to the both of you, so now I must punish you." He smirked. "You are going to watch me frag little Skylynx's processor out and you aren't allowed to touch yourself in any way, shape, or form. For if you do, I'll leave you tied up, hot and bothered for a whole cycle. Do you understand, Darksteel?"

He chuckled when he saw the other whine then nod his head.

"Good boy."

With that, he pulled Skylynx up and over his throbbing shaft, helping him sink down as the youngest Predacon moaned in need, gripping his kings thighs as his pedes rested on the floor.

"Move yourself up and down. Do what makes you feel good."

Skylynx mewled, leaning back and moving his servos to sit on the armrests of the throne, moving his hips at a slow pace as he allowed himself to adjust. He moaned, feeling Predaking's servos holding his hips, helping him move.

Darksteel squirmed where he sat, claws digging into the metal-plated floor as he tried his best to follow his king's orders. He felt his valve clench around nothing and he whimpered, wanting nothing more than to pound it with his fingers, or better yet throw Skylynx off and take that huge spike inside of him instead. But he knew better, so he sat still, or at least tried to.

He watched as large servos that encircled Skylynx's hips because to wander around his plating, rubbing his side while the other slipped down to tease his anterior node, making the youngest Predacon gasp and whine in pleasure.

He cried out as the swollen head of his king's shaft bumped hard against his ceiling node, the overstimulation becoming overwhelming.

"Yes! Oh my King, please! H-Hit there again!"

"Are you going to overload?"

Skylynx bit his lip and nodded his head.

"Do you want me to come inside of you?"

He gripped the arms of the throne tightly. "Yes!" Please!"

Predaking smirked. "So be it."

Skylynx screeched as his spot was slammed into, over and over until the something inside of him snapped, crying out as lubricant squirted out of his valve, leaving a puddle in between his king's thighs, trickling to form another on the floor. He gasped when he heard his king roar out in completion, yelping at he bit into his neck cabling, marking him.

He mewled as he was lifted off and set down on the floor, smiling at the warmth inside of his gestation chamber. He leaned against the throne as he drifted off with a content smile on his face.

Predaking smiled as he watched Skylynx fall into recharge before he turned his attention to Darksteel. He smirked as he watched him twist and squirm before beckoning him forward.

He dashed forward, seating himself in his king's lap, but yelped when he felt a slap against his aft.

"No. We do this my way, or no way."

Darksteel growled, but nodded, sighing at he felt warm servos palming his paneling. He heard a tap and look at his king with soft optics.

"Open up for me."

His plating shifted open and he gasped and bit his lip when two digits entered him, scissoring and pushing in to the knuckle. He cried out when the tips of Predaking's claws scraped over his ceiling node in both pain and pleasure.

"Are you going to behave yourself from now on?"

Darksteel snarled, then silently screeched as he felt his anterior node being pinched.

"Defiance will get you no where, Darksteel. Do not make me ask you again."

He grumbled, the nodded.

"Say it."

The younger mech glared.

"Yes... I will... behave myself."

Predaking sat still as if waiting for something.

Darksteel sighed. "... my king..."

He saw Predaking smirk.

"Excellent."

He whimpered when he felt those claws slip from his valve and yelped when the larger mech grabbed a holding his ankles, pulling them to wrap around his waist. He mewled when that rubbed spike rubbed against his node as his king held him around his waist.

He wrapped his arms around Predaking's shoulders, looking into his bright yellow optics.

"Please..."

That was all he needed as he slipped inside, sighing at the tightness that enveloped him. He heard Darksteel gasp in his ear and his thighs tighten around him.

"Please, my king!"

He smirked in delight, moving Darksteel up and down in his lap, letting him adjust to his shaft, growling at the feeling. He heard the younger moaned and clench around him, looking as if he was ready to burst.

He decided to let himself show some mercy as he held Darksteel's hips in his servos, moving his faster and pushing himself deeper, knowing his nodes were in different place than their youngest lover. He moaned when the younger mech opened his mouth and let out a shout as he pounded him hard, slamming against his spot and feeling that valve spasm around him, warning him of impending overload.

"Are you close?"

Darksteel frantically nodded his helm, his claws digging into his king's plating, scratching the paint as a loud screech ringed through the throne room. But it was never heard. Skylynx still sat on the floor in a content recharge while Predaking and Darksteel were too preoccupied with each other to notice anything else.

"Are you going to be a good mech from now on?"

He whined. "Please!"

Predaking halted his movements. "That's not answering my question, Darksteel."

The younger Predacon swallowed then mewled. He nodded his helm. "Yes, sir."

He opened his optics to look at Predaking. "Yes, my king."

His spark fluttered when he saw the older Predacon's optics shine before he gasped and cried out when his king began moving him again in his lap, pounding against his spot as he felt the pressure inside of him snap.

He heard Predaking released with a roar, his wings tightening around them as his own orgasm as prolonged by his king's. He mewled when he felt him pull out, yawning as he was settled down next to Skylynx, who yawned and leaned into Darksteel, who happily shared his warmth.

He sat back in his throne with a satisfied smile, watching his young beauties sleep beside him, beside each other. He sighed in content, leaning back and crossing his arms, letting himself fall into recharge, completely oblivious to the new lives growing inside of his young queens.