Notes:

The girls will commence their -thorough- cleaning of the mechs. The hoovering part is motivated by the fic "sand and vacuum cleaners" by Cyndi. A very funny MikealaxOptimus one shot.

Chapter two: Cleaning spree.

After about an hour the contracts were signed, and agreements were made. The girls would remain at base during the week and go home in the weekends should they wish. They only needed to defend their thesis before they could officially call themselves MIT graduates. So there was no need to visit campus anymore.

Optimus had been kind enough to offer helping to move the girls to base. He had a large trailer after all, but it was also away to keep an optic for the two femmes and observe the behavior of the decepticons around the humans. Eons of war had conditioned him t distrust the other fraction, and to see them acting so openly around the humans was -unsettling-.

The autobot leader gazed at the sun setting and vented deeply, his red and blue finish gleaming beautifully in the disappearing sunlight. He suddenly felt his a warm tug in his spark and glanced sideways. Ratchet and Mika approached him and greeted the commander with a passionate kiss, when he pulled back the femme gently pressed a kiss on the others glossa.

"Starscream will make sure no harm will come over them" Mika said confidently. A scoff left the Primes intake before he could stop it. "Starscream and not harming others is not a sentence I am used to hearing" he admitted fidgeting with digits some. "But I must admit that he seems to have changed after..-"he rumbled and paused knowing both of his mates would know what he was speaking off.

Ratchet nodded and nuzzled the prime. "hmmh we all changed because of that" the medic purred and nipped at the others antenna making optimus release a soft whine as he felt a hot glossa rub over the sensitive filial. "hmmh… yes we did" he admitted reluctantly before turning to his mates "let's go home".

They all gave the decepticon base one last glance before both mechs transformed. Mika stepping into Optimus his cabin before they drove off.

Inside the base Emily and Robine were settling in their living quarters. The rooms where huge and clearly outfitted for the cybertronians to be able to enter. The rooms had been outfitted with furniture, a kitchen, bathroom and one bedroom. It had everything they could have wished for so the only thing for the two women to do was unpack their own belongings.

They had requested a Segway so they could quickly move around the large base, a few paces for a cybertronian would be, a lot more for a human. After a few attempts they had gotten the hang of it, with the exception of some -accidents- and were cruising trough the base between the war mechs receiving a wide range of curious looks and glares.

They spotted Starscream in a debate with Soundwave and slowly rolled to a halt, the blue intelligence officer instantly focusing on the new arrivals. "All is well?" he asked cocking his helm, the vocals sounding extremely robotic compared to the other mechs. Emily nodded "Yes officer soundwave, we are settling in nicely. It's been a few days now and we want to get to work. " she explained knowing the mechs must still be rather uncomfortable. Starscream had insisted they'd settle in first before picking up some of the tasks. "Thesis defense?" came the inquiry from soundwave.

"Ready!" came the cheerful affirmative from both femmes.

Starscream gazed at both of the femmes seemingly considering something before nodding "Very well, but before you may begin, we will discuss work tasks and some other – details- he said almost awkwardly. "Follow me then" he said holding himself straight, wings fluttering on his back.

Emily was gawking at the wings and twitched as Robine gave her an elbow to the side. "Take a picture, it'll last longer" she said chuckling as the other's face flared red like her hair. "SSHH!" Emily hissed and gave the other a playful shove.

The corner of Starscreams mouth twitched in a grin but he managed to quickly hide it as he guided the two femmes to his office.

The commander picked the femmes up, placing them on his desk before walking around it and taking a seat in his custom made chair. It was built so he could sit comfortable even with his wings sticking out.

"I – have to explain something about cybertronian frames before you start cleaning" the air commander said and looked straight at the two femmes but lost all bravura as two curious looking femmes gazed back at him. How in the pits was he going to explain this?

Cycling in air the commander rubbed a servo over his face before shaking his helm "Right, as you might have noticed during your practical interview, we are rather -sensitive- " he explained almost spitting out the last word as a curse. he didn't like it but it couldn't be helped and he'd rather have the femmes know beforehand then getting even more awkward conversations afterwards.

Observing their response, he continued when both made an affirmative noise. "And that sensitivity is different for every bot, but we all have certain zones- hot spots- if you can call them that". He drawled making wide movements with his servos to distract the femmes from what he was about to tell them.

He blabbered on a bit over the technical aspect but promptly shut his intake as Robine spoke up rather suddenly.

"Oh give over already, so you all might get all hot and bothered when we clean you, big deal, you have a place to go to -solve- the issue right?" she said placing her hands in her sides. Emily was blushing like mad and trying her best not to make eye contact with the decepticon commander. "Robi…" she hissed through her teeth trying to real the other in. This was technically their boss she was talking to and she didn't want to lose the job before it even started.

"What? It's not like its not normal, have a good wank and keep rolling, or -flying in your case" Robine said waiving her hand in a dismissive gesture.

It took only a nano second before Starscream had looked up the term -having a wank- but he wished he didn't. His right optic twitched slightly, and he fell completely silent.

Emily stood ramrod straight and surprised the urge to stomp her dear friend in the face. "I-ah.. I'm sorry commander Starscream, Robine can be a bit.. crass" she stammered, face still flushed.

The jets ruby optics snapped to her green ones and seemed to soften, he liked seeing the little human so flustered, it brought out her beautiful opt- eyes even more. His filthy processor supplied mental images of Emily very thoroughly cleaning him. He just had to make sure that she was the one doing it, and he had a feeling that the other one had a thing for his very rude scout. He started scheming immediately., yes, this could work.

After a few seconds of silence, the frame relaxed, and his wings twitched behind his back as he suppressed a smirk. "Quite alright Emily, I've dealt with worse, Barricade also has a big intake" he said not noticing how Robine suddenly turned quit when hearing the scouts name.

"I just wanted you two to be aware of it, and as I said, for every mech it's different so it's hard for me to tell you where the hot zones are. Wat I want to know is, are you two still willing now that you've learned this piece of intel? My apologies for not explaining this to you sooner, It must have slipped my processor" he said with a cheeky look on his face.

"hmmhhm" Emile hummed clearly not buying it, she raised an elegant eyebrow and smirked. "Dibs on Soundwave and Commander Starscream and his trine" she said sideways to her friend making the jet arch an optic ridge in surprise.

"aaah no fair! I want one jet!" Robine said petulantly stomping her foot on the metal desk. "tough titties their mine" came the unrelenting reply from Emily.

"That's what you get for being so rude" she said and crossed her arms in front of her unconsciously pushing her chest out.

Starscream glanced at the femme and felt his cooling fans kick on at the thought of Emily cleaning not only him but also his trine mates, and when she pushed her chest forward he heard his array ping.

Megatron would blow a fuse in anger if he could see that his prized second had amorous feelings for a fleshling. He himself had trouble understanding it, but his spark seemed to be sure.

Starscream had felt exited before because of a fleshy, when Mika had flown him. But he had suppressed the urge and soon they had built up somewhat of a sibling relationship. But now with the two femme's the red haired one made him feel things he had never in his long life, expected to feel for an organic.

He watched the two bicker and felt a bit bad that Robine would be left with the rather obnoxious medic, rude scout and a very eager chopper. So he decided to have pity on her.

"Robine, you can clean Skywarp." Came his order and he smirked showing of his fangs as he heard a disappointed "alright" from Emily.

"Now, if you two are certain, let us proceed. Primus knows the mechs need it" he said making Emily cough and Robine snicker. Realising his error he shook his helm "I was referring to removal of the sand, not the -other part-".

"shuuuuure" came the reply from the brown-haired menace.

Dear primus what had he gotten himself into.

They had purchased multiple vacuum cleaners, with a whole array of tools. Whereas a normal household wouldn't even use half of them, here the tools were decked out nicely.

"Alright listen up! We are about to start cleaning, Cyclonus, Knock out, Barricade and Skywarp, you're with me. The rest, with Emily" Robine thundered trough the hall. Her voice was small, but it rang trough the hangar and the Decepticons froze with what they were doing. Optics shot up to their commander who was right behind the femme's cruising on the Segway.

"Alright! Said Cyclonus not waiting for the commander's approval, he had felt the nimble hands of the femmes before and he couldn't wait to get the stuff out of his gears. "How do you want me femme?" he said with a leer and looked at Barricade for support but instead of an expected smirk from the scout he was met with the most spark chilling glare. Releasing an involuntary whine his rotors lowered and he ducked his helm.

Starscream gazed at the group and watched the little glare off between Cyclonus and Barricade before clearing his intake. "Robine and Emily have been cleared for duty and have been fully briefed. Please try and remain professional, anyone who harms them will be offlines by me personally, is that understood!?". His posture was straight and proud, wings flaring out wide increasing the broadness of his already wide chest, his optics flashing dangerously.

Emily couldn't help but stare and bit her lip. "he's gonna notice that steamy look there "came the whispered reply from Robine. Emily immediately lowered her gaze so she didn't notice the jets optics rove over her frame, optics flashing once more but this time for a different reason.

The group acknowledged their commanders' orders and effectively but roughly determined who went when. The Officers merely nodded at each other, but the soldiers were shoving, pulling and growling to determine the order.

After a few minutes of chaos, it had settled somewhat and Cyclonus had laid down clicking softly as Robine started on him.

Emily started on Thundercracker receiving a short explanation that the wings were extremely sensitive, and normally only seekers could touch the wings but he understood that this was an exception, that wretched sand needed to be removed.

Then after two hours or so the two femmes took a short break, drinking something before wiping the sweat off their faces and standing up again. "Alright, lets do this! " Robine said clapping her hands. They had only hoovered the most effected area's and it was clear that all bots still had a long way to go.

"We need to design something to make it easier for them to get the sand out, I don't think we can keep all of them clean." Robine huffed. "Yes, perhaps like a giant shower with detergent, hmm.. well for now let's continue this way, then tomorrow we will focus on developing a plan.' Emily mused also standing up and stretching herself. She heard her back pop and groaned satisfied.

Starscream had settled himself down and had observed the femme's cleaning and sucking out the dust. He had seen the mechs struggle to keep themselves cool, and saw all of them with the exception of soundwave scurry off to somewhere private to -release- some of the pressure.

The only two mech's left were Barricade and Starscream himself. He had purposely waited as he wanted to observe the scout and the other human to make sure she wasn't going to get hurt, and to make sure that Barricade got his cleaning instead of just flat out refusing it.

Emily patted on the makeshift berth that they had created so the femme's could easily reach every part of them. Starscream gave a warning glare to the scout before pointing his optics to the femme and gave what he hoped a dazzling smile.

"Hmm finally that horrible sand will be gone from my systems. It hurts you know" he rumbled to Emily. The woman made a noise that sounded like something of sympathy and patted his shoulder plates.

"you're in good hands now commander Starscream" she said smirking a bit. Starscream's optic ridges rose in surprise at the blatantly flirtish tone but chuckled as he saw that she was slightly flushed.

"I know" he purred and winked at Emily causing her to clear her throat and fumble with the hoover some. "Ready?" she asked and climbed on the jets chest dragging the hoover with her.

"For you? Always" he said and leant back closing his optics to enjoy the ride.

Robine had some more trouble getting a positive response from the scout as he did lay down, with the necessary protests and grumbles. "Ready barricade?" she asked earning another snarl "Do not speak to me fleshbag, just perform your function".

Robine gave a snarl back and jammed the hose in a sensitive transformation seam before Starscream could intervene. The scout yowled, frame jolting and narrowed his optics. "Fine we will do this the hard way then" she said baring her teeth and staring down the scout.

Barricade was seething, how dare this human act like this, no matter how attractive she might be, no wait what? The interrogator glanced at the SIC who just opened his optics to glare with a promise of a very painful brig visit before muttering a cybertronian curse under his breath and relaxing once more.

"Just get it over with Human" Barricade muttered but unlike Starscream, he was not offlining his optics and blatantly stared at the femme. Robine huffed and turned on the hoover before taking a deep breath and starting the process of very meticulously removing the sand from the sensitive seams, despite his behavior, she had no intention of hurting the other mech and even felt the need to change his mind about her.

He kept his optics trained at the femme no matter how – pleasing- the treatment felt, though when she hoovered his neck plates he felt his array Ping as that was one of his erogenous zones.

Venting loudly, he clicked annoyed as his cooling fans kicked on. A small smirk playing on the corner of Robines mouth, but she didn't comment on it. She moved the hoover nozzle down over his chest and gently nudged some critical wires aside, the interior brush's soft hairs stroking the Neural cables.

"uugnn" came the groan from the scouts intake. Grinding his dentae he glanced sideways at a smirking Starscream. "Shut up" he spat to his commander.

Starscream couldn't be bothered by the big mouth of the scout, he was enjoying the treatment too much and felt his own cooling fans already moving to a higher gear. "hmmm Yes right there Emily, thatss the spot" he purred and arched his chest up a bit flaring out his wings attractively.

He wasn't about to hide his pleasure to the femme, and he noticed she was just as affected as he. The scent of her arousal heavy as she saw him groan and twist under her ministrations. It was truly pleasurable, but he might be overdoing it a tad bit but as soon as the hoover was moved right over his chest, jiggling his spark chamber and hitting sensitive nodes the moan he gave was very real.

"Ah.. wings please." He requested and purred as she immediately moved to his wings, very careful not to scratch anything. "here?" Emily asked biting her lower lip as she gently moved the brush between his flaps. "hnh.. yes right there" he purred and clicked an oath as she jammed it deeper to get a stubborn clogged piece of sand.

The hoover continuing to vibrate against different sensory circuits creating small bursts of energy to be released. His HUD informed him that Overload was eminent and he cycled in air rapidly, his hips gently moving along with the movements of the hoover brush.

"Femme.. Emily, stop now if you do not wish me to overload here" he said honestly opening his optics and glancing at the clearly aroused femme. She was flushed, panting trying to cool down, as humans didn't have cooling fans, and smelling deliciously. "We can- nng.. stop and continue later, when I lost my charge" he explained. Normally he wouldn't have cared but he had taken a liking to the red head and didn't want her to be upset.

Emily couldn't stop the grin from forming, she was doing this to one of the most lethal beings in the world, maybe the universe. Biting her lower lip again she looked at Robine who was focused on the scout. "I don't mind" she said almost shyly and pushed the hoover closer to his spark chamber.

"aah..ah.. good" Starscream murmured and cast a sly look to Robine and the scout seeing that they were VERY focused on each other. He slowly moved a servo with digits to Emily's back and gently pushed her forward. "I think, I have some sand clogged near my groin plates" he said innocently.

"hmmh, that must be -very- painful Commander" Emily played along. "Yes, excruciating" the jet agreed. With a smirk that rivaled the jets Emily moved down towards the warm interface panel.

Meanwhile Robine was oblivious to the Commanders -peril- and Emily's response to it. All that mattered was cleaning up the scout as quick as she could, so they could both get on their way.

Barricade was having a difficult time keeping up with his -fleshlings are disgusting- attitude as the femme seemed to know exactly where to add pressure and where not. Within 10 minutes she had unknowingly brought his frame closer to overload then he had been in vorns.

The interrogator didn't indulge much in self servicing, not that there had been time to do so. He had been on the run, or fighting for so long that it just disappeared as a non essential task.

But to have the femme touch the wires and nodes that were long untouched sparked something in his systems. He wanted more.

He wiggled some trying to get the hoover to move its sinful vibrations to his spark chamber, he just couldn't resist. He knew he should stop the femme and go to the half afted wash racks that were there and indulge into a good servo job. But he couldn't move, it was like he was glued to the floor as Robine moved that devious brush over his wires.

"Femme, i. Ah!" the scout grunted and clenched his dentae hard to prevent him from moaning or doing something else embarrassing. Robine thought it be best not to respond to the other and just continued her work, her hands gently tugging and moving wires and tubes aside as she made sure all was clean before moving on.

Barricade suppressed his HUD messages and overrode the commands to open his interface panel and free his spike that so desperately wanted to pressurize. NO, he could not feel this way about a fleshling, he could not, this was just a response to his system having to much charge, nothing more.

Clenching his servo's stubbornly he vented loudly, the warm air wafting over Robine. "Good grief your hot" she said and her eyes widened almost comically as she had said it. " ii.. I mean uhm- ".

The scout merely attempted to give her a snarl but as soon as his optics locked on her form he felt a pang of lust shot trough his systems. She did have a very pleasing form after all, and those optics were very..pretty. he admitted as he stared her down. The optics had darkened with desire and there was nothing he could do except allow his systems to prepare for overload.

Robine had trouble not just melting in a puddle when the mech stared at her, the optics were very expressive, and she could swear she could see the desire swimming on those red orbs. But she must have imagined it. Barricade didn't like her, at all, so whatever he must be feeling must be out of his control.

Feeling the sudden urge to get it over with she moved towards the last part to clean and placed the hoover unknowingly straight on a sensory circuit on his chest that was directly linked to his spark chamber.

As soon as she moved the brush in one of the transformation seams and applied pressure, combined with the vibrations on his spark chamber send him into a sensory overload. Not as intense as it would be had it been valve or spike triggered but very pleasant, it made his whole system tingle.

He shuttered his optics and arched his chest forward some, hydrolics hissing and his hip plates gently rolling in the aftermath, as if he had buried his spike in a delicious valve. He couldn't help it and released a moan that started as a hiss and moved one of his arms and servo to his intake trying to muffle the sound.

Robine gawked at the scout, she had no other word for it, just gawked. She noticed that he was having difficulties hiding what he felt and didn't want to make him suffer any longer as she felt the other wouldn't really like her better because of it. But it had caused him to overload, if she had guessed correctly. She flushed and had to suppress a groan of her own, this was going to be a challenge in the future. She had not been affected by the others that clearly were and had scurried off to whatever. Though this was the first one that overloaded because of her and she wondered why that was, she was very affected. But again, the scout clearly hated her guts and she wasn't convinced that despite this situation she could convince him otherwise.

She gave the interrogator a moment to allow his fans to cool him down before speaking up, her voice sounding hoarse with desire. "You are done, thank you for being so.. patient' she said softly looking straight at his face.

Barricades system clicked loudly because of the semi-unexpected sensory overload and he could feel his fans cooling him down quickly. He still had some charge, but he felt almost giddy, it had been a while after all. He onlined his optics and met the femmes stare, talking to him. Oh she was done, alright think barricade, don't just stare at her.

"Well about time" he snipped trying to sound annoyed but only pulled off a tired grunt. Robine nodded and just climbed off the other silently, dragging the hoover behind her, she felt almost cheap and felt confused as to why Barricades opinion mattered so much.

"Yeah.. sorry, lots of sand, small tools" she said softly not meeting the others optics. She blinked a few times in rapid succession. "Sorry, sand in my eye" she muttered and pulled out the plug of the hoover before grasping it. "So, I hope you feel better, if you have problems come visit me and I will fix it" she said still not meeting his eyes, turning on her heels and almost stomping to the storage room to clean up the tools.

"hn.. silly femme" he muttered at her retreating form, more to himself. His spark tugged at him and made him feel -guilty?. He had a hard time identifying the emotion. Bah, nonsense, why did he care if the femme was upset. He had merely stated a fact.

Glancing to the side he slowly got up and saw Starscream and the other femme saying goodbye, his digit gently pushing her chin up to him and giving her a wink before getting up and stretching his back strut making the hydrolics hiss and his wing joints click as he fluttered them.

"Goodnight Emily, thank you for your, thourough cleaning" he said proffessionaly, but there was a hint of something in his vocals that Barricade could not place. "Anytime Commander Starscream" Emily said cheekily. Now that emotion he could place, humans were so easy to read. Scoffing he folded his arms over his chest, his wing doors flaring in annoyance "Yes yes, we need a recharge, as do you femme.. now stop assaulting my commander and get going, it is after curfew" he snipped.

Emily narrowed her eyes at him and flipped him off making Starscream snort and the scout open his intake in surprise. His optics shooting from starscream to her. "She, i… how crude!" he said indignantly.

Emily pulled a face before giving a wave to Starscream, moving away to take care of the hoover, cleaning it and then retreating to her room for a nice, long , shower.