Title: Indulgent Seduction

Warnings: Mech x mech, slash, detailed sexual activities

Disclaimers: Definitely doesn't belong to me or well, you can imagine the possibilities. ;)

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Chapter Two

Sunstreaker woke abruptly from his recharge, noticing that there was a heavy weight on his chassis. Not as heavy as his brother. And his brother was the only one that would have the guts to lay with him all night. His optics onlined immediately, widening as they took in the oh so familiar mech lying asleep on him. Hot Rod. Why in the slag was Hot Rod in his room, sleeping on top of him, without Sideswipe in the room? Of course, Hot Rod did look very…very beautiful, his gorgeous face relaxed, stunning body draped over him. Prime, how much had he drank last night to take Hot Rod-of all mechs-back to his room and interface him senseless?

Flashes of the night replayed themselves in his mind. Hot Rod had been so needy, so willing, and so hot. Sunstreaker shivered as he grew aroused. Who would have thought that he would have been such a good 'face? And if the superficial wounds and paint markings were evidence…then Sunstreaker had obviously been less then gentle with Hot Rod. And yet he was still with him. He hadn't run off in terror. Sunstreaker had been told he was only a few steps from being a Decepticon on numerous occasions and his sexual prowess only seemed to confirm it. He wasn't a tender, patient, selfless lover. That was his brother. He was the exact opposite.

Sunstreaker glanced at his own body. It wasn't in nowhere near the condition of Hot Rod's but there was enough orange and red paint streaked on his frame that even one of the Dinobots would know what and who he'd done last night. 'And that hurts the most. My first interface was with a drunk. Great.' Sunny frowned. So the little slagger didn't think he'd be coherent enough to recollect it? It only made Sunstreaker feel worse knowing that it was the kid's first interface. Hot Rod's first time should have been with someone that would take care of him-someone like Optimus or Sideswipe or even Bumblebee. Not with him. Prime, what if he'd screwed up Hot Rod's view of intimacy?

"I think we need to talk.

Sunstreaker glowered coolly at his brother, the red mech standing with his arms crossed in front of his chassis. Hot Rod didn't even budge from his recharge. "What about, Sides?"

"…You aren't going to hear the end of this if word gets out that you interfaced with Hot Rod. Everyone adores him, especially Optimus. Prime! What were you thinking, Sunny? Oh, right, you were too drunk on high grade," Sideswipe said sarcastically, shaking his head. "I hope you're happy. I hope you proved whatever you were trying to prove."

"I wasn't-" Sunstreaker growled, getting angrier and angrier by the second.

"It's not like you to take someone without me there. What if you'd seriously hurt him? You can't control yourself and you know it."

"Are you pissed because you weren't there? You should see the way he-" Sunstreaker sent a few images through their link, his smirk was feral at the latent desire that crept into Side's optics. "Isn't he amazing?"

"That…doesn't excuse what you did," Sideswipe snarled, ignoring the images that were causing reactions he didn't want or need.

"Are you jealous?" Sunstreaker asked incredulously. "You are! You hate that I found someone that didn't run to you freaked out because of me."

"He was a virgin, Sunny!" Sideswipe hissed, "You didn't…you didn't rape him, did you?"

"NO! How dare you accuse me of something that despicable!" Sunstreaker abruptly rose to his feet as he grabbed his brother and shoved him against the wall. "You hate that I have something you don't for once."

"We've always…been together, Sunshine," Sides sighed, seeing all the ire disappearing from Sunstreaker's optics. "I guess I'm a little jealous that you've found someone that accepts you, your bad temper and all."

"Sides…you aren't innocent in it. You've slept with more mechs and femmes by yourself then I have with the two of us combined. You didn't think I didn't know?"

"I'd hoped you were oblivious to it. So…how good is he?" Sides asked with a wicked smile, noticing that Hot Rod was starting to stir from recharge.

"Oh fuck," Hot Rod groaned, optics onlining as he gazed in absolute horror at Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. He moved like he was being chased by Decepticons as he hastily jumped from the berth, staring at the two of them wildly. "Gotta go!"

"Hot Rod!" Sunstreaker scowled, the door slamming close, hearing the squeal of tires as Hot Rod changed into his alt form. That wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting. He'd been hoping for another round with the passionate mech. Not to have Hot Rod scram out of the room like he was on fire. Then again…this is how it usually ended.

"I'm sorry, Daffodil," Sideswipe frowned, settling on the berth beside of his brother, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He wasn't surprised when he was abruptly shoved off.

"Don't call me those stupid names," he snapped, good mood quickly dissipating. And there for a few minutes he'd actually had the wool pulled over his optics, that quite possibly there was someone out there for him that could deal with his moods and aggression. "Who'd you spend the night with?" he asked brusquely, glowering at his twin.

"…Does that really matter?" Sideswipe sighed, "But if you must know…Jazz."

"Jazz?" Sunny's eyes widened. "As in the third in command, as in the one that's been chasin' Prowl for centuries?"

"Bingo," Sides's grin was wry. "Come on, we were both were messed up on high grade and you know how that stuff makes him. I couldn't resist. I mean, come on Sunshine, he's probably the best interface we've ever had."

"Not anymore," Sunstreaker muttered, desperately keeping those images of the steamy night at bay. He knew his brother could sense when he was becoming aroused. And with those visions flashing in processors, well, he almost wished he was as popular as his brother so he could find a way to relieve the ache.

"Roddi's that…that good, huh?"

"You have no idea."

Sideswipe chuckled. "No wonder you looked like you were about to cry when he left."

"Shut it," Sunstreaker scowled, hitting his brother's arm roughly. He was definitely frustrated with Hot Rod and he wasn't going to let that delectable bot get away from him without an explanation first.

Hot Rod scrubbed angrily, the hot water splashing against his frame, the suds flowing onto the floor. He couldn't tell where the tears ended and the water from the spray began. He'd practically given himself on a silver platter to Sunstreaker. And he'd spread his legs like a fucking whore. Hell, he'd even moaned like one! "Fuck!" Hot Rod snarled, slamming his fist into the wall, satisfied that there was a crack in the metal. He rested his head against the cool surface. He felt disgusting as he looked down at the yellow paint marring his own and at the dents and scratches.

The walk to the Med Bay was hesitant. There was no way that Ratchet or First Aid would believe anything that he threw at them. And there weren't any mechs with yellow paint the exact shade as Sunstreaker's. Two and two put together and everyone would know about it. He shivered, remembering the sensations that shot through him. Sunstreaker had been nothing but what he'd imagined him to be. Raw, animalistic…Hot Rod licked his lips with his glossa. Prime, he could get used to warming that particular mech's berth but at what cost to himself?

"What happened to you? Get into a fight with a Seeker?" Ratchet asked as Hot Rod narrowly avoided a wrench. "Get over here."

Hot Rod sat underneath the medic's scans, fidgeting uncomfortably. "You aren't seriously injured. Hot Rod…if you play with fire, you'll get burned. I'm not incompetent. The paint belongs to-"

"I know. Okay? I know. Everyone keeps telling me how terrible Sunstreaker is and that I should keep my distance," Hot Rod snapped, suddenly angry with the accusations, angry that everyone seemed intent on telling him who and who he couldn't speak to. "I have the right to decide that. And you know what, I think I actually like Sunstreaker."

"Should I examine your processor as well?" Ratchet commented dryly, "Or are you done lecturing me?"

"I'm sorry. It's just…I saw a side to him last night that I don't think anyone besides his brother gets to see."

"I've known them both since they were sparklings," Ratchet patted his shoulder companionably, "And even I don't know Sunstreaker that well. He keeps everything inside and his temper keeps most bots at a distance. He's vain, narcissistic, rude, anti-social and ill tempered-"Ratchet held up a finger to silence Hot Rod- "But he's fiercely loyal and protective to those he cares about. Anyone that receives the love of that particular mech, it should be cherished."

"Love? We barely even know each other."

"So get to know him. Or did you run out on him?"

Hot Rod frowned. "I guess I got a little scared."

Ratchet smirked, reaching for the buffer to rid Hot Rod of the yellow streaks all over his frame. "I'll bet. Believe me, you did what a lot of bots couldn't. You dealt with Sunstreaker without Sideswipe present. That, in itself, is a reason for Sunstreaker to pursue you."

Hot Rod wasn't sure if he was excited or terrified at the prospect of Sunstreaker pursuing him.

Hot Rod was lounging in the rec room with his chin in one palm, staring at nothing in particular when a plop resounded next to him. Optics widened before focusing in on Sideswipe. Staring into those optics, well, Hot Rod had to wonder if Sideswipe's flirtatious, jovial exterior wasn't just a front. "Don't toy with my brother," Sideswipe's voice was low and dangerous and made Hot Rod think of Sunstreaker during the-

"I'm not," he ground out, affected by the images that presented themselves. "Wouldn't you say that it's other away around? You two are hardly the poster boys for committed relationships."

"That might be but he's my twin and I'll go to any lengths to keep him safe from the likes of you."

Anger was warm and uncomfortable as it spread through him viciously. "The likes of me? What the frag is that supposed to mean?"

"Take my warning to spark, Hot Rod. Toy with Sunny and you'll be wishing you'd never come here."

Well, fuck. Hot Rod watched Sideswipe mosey towards Jazz, a predatory smirk curling his lips. It was amazing how easily Sideswipe could switch personalities. And he wouldn't have been too astonished if Jazz and Sideswipe disappeared. Sideswipe was definitely attractive but he was no Sunstreaker. Sunny. He must have been super pissed off with him. He hadn't even seen Sunstreaker since the morning. Scowling at himself, he began to leave the rec room, colliding with a solid surface that unsteadied his legs. "You ok?" a gruff voice asked-the voice that Hot Rod had been yearning to hear for hours.

"Yeah," his vocals were just a pitch above a whisper, unable to look anywhere but into those teal blue eyes of his. The color was so rare among Autobots; most of them had the same, blazing sky blue shade but every now and then there would be differentials. And Sunstreaker's were stunning.

Sunstreaker clenched the jaw plates of his face. Had he scared Hot Rod so much that he wasn't even willing to speak to him now? Yeah, they'd gotten off to a rocky start but after that zealous bout of interfacing, well, he'd never had such a fervent lover before. "Where you goin'?" he asked, attempting to make conversation with the younger mech.

"I thought I'd go for a drive. Do…do you want to come with me?"

Sunstreaker nodded, following behind Hot Rod as the other bot transformed. :You better be careful, Sunshine. Because I swear to Prime that I'll beat him with his own arm if-:

:Don't call me that. And I'll be fine. Fuck, aren't I supposed to be the over protective one?:Sunstreaker glared at his brother, Sideswipe's hand lingering a little too long on Jazz's chassis to be considered proper between friends. :Maybe you should be the one to watch out, Sides:

:I know what I'm doing. We both do:

Sunstreaker would have rolled his optics had he the ability to do so as he changed into his alt form, racing to catch up with the Ferrari. It was no secret that Jazz was sweet on Prowl-except, maybe to Prowl who was blissfully oblivious to anything outside of his work. Sunny often wondered how such a fun loving mech could have been attracted to the serious officer in the first place. Sunstreaker couldn't guess Jazz's or Sideswipe's game. But as long as his brother didn't get attached and get hurt in the process, well, so be it. Sideswipe would always return to him. It had been happening for millennia. In the end, once the relationships fizzled, they'd end up in each other's arms. It was about the only sure thing in life.

I hope that everyone enjoyed this. I know I'm loving writing this. I just think that Roddi and Sunny are such a perfect pair. ^_^ Review please!