Whoot, the chapter you've all been waiting for! Anyway, please enjoy. TFs aren't ours. All that stuff. I won't keep you any longer, and so, I present... THE STORY!


Of course it was impossible to find the stupid flier when they actually wanted to talk with him, typical! Three joors of not seeing so much as a purple wing tip was enough to drive even Viewfinder up a wall, the Nemesis was big but not that big. So they took another approach they were spies after all knowing someone's habits and having the ability to get duty schedules was useful for many reasons, they left 'presents' to the elusive seeker. Small things like tiny cubes of green energon, the strong sweet type that could knock out mini-bot, and a few strategically chosen pictures of the seekers at their best… all they had to do now was to see if he was able and willing to connect the dots!

For the last few days, Skywarp had, quite to his own surprise, taken the component's 'suggestion' and avoided Reflector as throughly as he could. He didn't have any new ideas for winning their attention anyway, maybe if he avoided them he would stop wanting them so much... And then he started noticing the gifts. Small things, sweets, pictures of him and his wing-mates... Nice things, nothing that big, but still... nice. The pictures, however... there was no need to guess who was leaving these presents... There was only one camera on the base. The only question was what did they want with him? Were the gifts only a trick, a trap, or were they genuinely wanting what the gifts seemed to be saying? Skywarp wasn't willing to actively seek out the Reflector mechs, but he stopped going out of his way to avoid them.

Role reversal… :I bet he is loving every slagging nanoclick of this!, :Calm down Spy'… you know we could just drop this?, :NO… no Spectro, not this time…:. Surprisingly the vehement denial came from Viewfinder, who was idly running a single digit along the edge of Spectro's film compartment lid. :We want him… and we made mistakes, maybe what he needs is a more blatant invitation…, :Like what?, :Oh…ohh…that might just work you know…, :what will?:

They weren't teleporters so placing the invitation on Skywarp's berth took almost four joors of very hard work but they did get it there, it was a simple arrangement… a blue energon cube, a chip with a musical number on it that they had painstakingly found out the purple seeker liked and a map or rather jump coordinates…

SOMEONE had been in his room. Well, okay, the really wasn't anything unusual, LOTS of people had been in his room. Slag, most of the SHIP had been in his room at one point or another. The difference between those people and this time was that Skywarp had usually invited the others in. And usually BEEN THERE while they were in his room. Or at least KNEW when they were in his room! Energon, music, jump coordinates... Reflector was practically handing him an engraved invitation. And Skywarp still WANTED the mechs. Surely he hadn't angered them enough that they would go to such lengths to get back at him... Downing the cube with a sigh, Skywarp took the music chip and jumped to the coordinates he'd been given.

Waiting was something a spy knew about, patience a part of the job description… but job and free time was two very different things… :Why is it taking so looooog?: Viewfinder was lying on his front, sprawled over their recharge berth a rather petulant expression on his faceplate. If one gestalt mech did something wrong or rather that he recognized as wrong the entire gestalt suffered for it, in this case interfacing reminded Spyglass of how unfair he had been to the seeker… even if Skywarp had been a glitch about it in the first place. Result: interfacing was tinged with guilt and therefore less then satisfying. :Give the flier time to get off duty! Besides we don't know if he is even still interested Spy' weren't... never mind.: Though rarely the case, this particular time had Spectro annoyed with both his mates, properly from the fact that he had not been involved and yet had not been able to enjoy his mates because of it… well that and the fact that he really wanted to feel the stupid seeker's hands first hand this time! He was not very charitable in his thoughts about Skywarp as of yet, Viewfinder had been too unhappy and in too much pain never mind that this had been apologized for… :Yeah yeah! I have been making up for it, even a seeker in the command trine has got to know that green energon costs, Swindle drives a hard bargain despite the fact that we have enough dirt on him to get him executed… not to mention blue… bleh at least I got enough for both presents and play!: Critically eyeing what they had done to make their quarters look inviting and less… small he poked at a small dark green cube. The energon had cost yes, but he had gotten more and of better quality then Swindle had wanted to sell, no one crossed Cybertrons best spy unless they were willing to pay the price!

:Well I'm hungry now!: Viewfinder was not talking about energon, he had been thoroughly disturbed by the way he had reacted to the seeker and had needed continuous contact with his mates since… contact that again was less then satisfying. :ohh…really?: two sets of sharp optics trained on the pouting camera component and then they both pounced. It was fast, pleasurable and utterly not what they all wanted at this point. :Mm…, :Is it…, :Wha?: They had managed to enter a light recharge piled together, cuddling and finding some solace in each other, some peace and relief from worrying about whether or not the seeker would take their invitation. Apparently he had since what had woken them was the change in pressure that indicated an imminent teleportation, only apparent because their quarters where small and the door very firmly closed. Three sets of optics watched the seeker materialize, chassis' still entangled and doing nothing what so ever to hide what they had been up to.

"Hello Skywarp…" Easily dropping into a light gestalt link, the Reflector over mind stirring again, the seeker was greeted with one voice from three vocalizes the tone a half expectant, half questioning purr.

It was immediately obvious he was in someone's private quarters, and almost as immediately obvious whose. Engraved invitation indeed... this was either his lucky day, or the end of his life... Vents stuttered as Skywarp realized what the gestalt had been doing, what he seemed to have interrupted. They didn't seem to mind, he didn't? Most gestalts were singular when merged, but Reflector still had his three bodies... and why was he worrying about forms of address at a time like this? Skywarp very, very badly wanted to join that tangle of bodies, he was getting charged just thinking about what they had been doing... "Hello, Reflector..." and as much as he wished otherwise, his nervousness came through in his voice.

Hmm… never having thought of others in the terms of attraction Reflector took their time studying the seeker, his form was sleek obviously made for flying and not at all bad looking… but would he be able to handle a gestalt's undivided attention? That was really the problem with seeking non-gestalt lovers… everything was more intense since a gestalt might think as one but still had the full power of two or more sparks and why Reflector had never risked it… they got attached, and getting de-attached again hurt. This was going to be a one night stand as the humans so eloquently put it… and well they would see if Skywarp could deal!

"Shy all of a sudden? Oh… did you like the presents… we weren't sure what type of energon was your favorite but guessed at something sweet…?"

He recognized the look Reflector was giving him. It calmed him, the obvious interest, Skywarp knew how to keep the attention of interested mechs. It was just getting that interest that was the hard part. "No, I liked them..." Feeling stupid standing while the other mechs were so happily tangled on the floor, Skywarp sat, then stretched out across the floor. "I just thought you wanted me to never approach you again." Reflector still used the plural... Okay, that would make things easier... At least, Skywarp hoped it would.

Spyglass actually flinched slightly at that, the first non-gestalt related movement since Skywarp had appeared. :Had to bring it up at some point… I am going to apologize! I know… he looks good like that… he is a little too confident about his own looks and appeal! True… he'll learn and break or… overload: focusing back on the seeker, who obviously was waiting for an answer, Spyglass made a small annoyed whine and untangled his frame from those of his mates, standing up and walking to the seeker. "We are sorry for that… it was a very bad time for you to approach the Spyglass component but you could not have know as you could not have known what you did to the Viewfinder component! Our reasons in still valid Seeker, but we have decided to… give you a chance if you still want it? Just… it will be a onetime only thing… we do know you reputation and a gestalt will not be able to deal with that for an extended period of time!" Leaning in Spyglass lightly kissed Skywarp and then let his hands fall.

Skywarp nodded, agreement and apology, he had already apologized but there was no reason not to reaffirm it. "One time thing, that's fine with me..." he muttered, and then Spyglass was kissing him. A brief, distracted thought came that now he knew most of the names of the components, and then Skywarp really didn't care, it just didn't matter. What mattered was that his work was finally paying off... With a low whimper, he pulled the component closer, trying to avoid that one shoulder for the time being. Looking at the other two mechs, the seeker wondered if they were just going to watch, or if they were waiting for him to go over there, or what...? Now that he was finally getting what he wanted, Skywarp realized he was afraid of messing it up, sure he seemed good at arousing Reflector, but so far he'd shown quite the talent for pissing off Reflector, too.

They found that utterly fascinating, the feeling of kissing someone not them, of a stranger's hands on their chassis… good, very good maybe even good enough to allow again if they found a mech willing and able. A mech not known for sleeping with half the Nemesis crew, wanting to take down the other half too and probably takes down any random mech crossing his path when on leave. There was nothing wrong with a healthy appetite but gestalt mechs needed strong stable bonds to work… the reason why Reflector and Predaking where the only really successful gestalts in the Decepticon ranks.

:Want to join in? I want to feel his hands… I wonder if it is true that seeker wings are sensitive? And his cockpit! Good kisser…: Exchanging ideas lightning fast Reflector's other two components decided it was time to join in the fun. They rose but not before posing a little sharing a heated kiss making sure that Skywarp had the perfect view of it… they were not above dirty tricks! Spectro stole one of the seeker's hands off of Spyglass' chassis, toying with it licking, nibbling and sucking never letting him touch. Viewfinder went straight for the cockpit wanting very much to find out if it was as sensitive as his lens… Spyglass dropped to his knee joints and began touching the seeker's left wing, running his hands over the wide purple appendage.

Ah, they were coming over, nice... Skywarp moaned as the components kissed, the little glitches were doing it on purpose... He'd only gotten kisses from one of them, the one currently... and then they dropped the kiss, and approached, and Skywarp arched with a cry as Reflector intentionally? mistakenly? did exactly what he himself had done, going unerringly for his most sensitive areas. The still un-named component had one of his hands, and was quite cleverly keeping him from exploring THAT unknown chassis, but his other hand was still free... and he could, even just barely, reach Spyglass' button.

Reflector was not used to not knowing where and when a touch would come, it was novel and highly pleasing if also startling… so much so that the Spyglass component actually collapsed onto the wing surface, whimpering in need and blindly rubbing what armor he could reach. The Viewfinder and Spectro components of course reacted too, not as strongly though, Spectro finally allowing Skywarp to touch, eagerly moving in to kiss and explore what he could reach while doing so. Viewfinder just intensified his touches concentrating on the metal binds that held the cockpit glass licking at the weld lines and tracing the very edge of the cockpit where it joined with the seekers body.

:Tastes good… said he did! Um… skilled hands, so very good. Think he will stay on-line? I know he will but… a full merge? No… maybe…: Confused an more concepts then actual words as they fell deeper into the Reflector over mind, giving themselves up to each other and coincidently the seeker…

Oh, he liked those whimpers, though Spyglass' full weight on his wing... it was a line of discomfort, but as the mech moved against the purple expanse, Skywarp decided he liked it, liked it quite a lot. And Viewfinder! Well, he had his lens, that was similar to a seeker's cockpit. More sensitive, from the incident about which Spyglass had insultingly informed Skywarp, Skywarp would never have spent a joor and a half in full need from a simple caress to his cockpit... If Viewfinder ended up lifting the glass and going inside, though, oh, that would be a different story... The seeker kissed back, formerly-captive hand now searching for this component's sensitive spot. The other two had one, his hand was still caressing Spyglass' button, so why should the kissing mech be any different, the only trick was finding it... finding it before Reflector sent Skywarp insane with pleasure!

They were very through in their explorations going over every inch of the seeker Spectro the one to move the most though he kept in range of the hand… Skywarp seemed to be almost searching him. Well for now he was looking all the wrong places never pushing hard enough on his back to evoke a notable reaction, not that Spectro did not want his pleasure zone used but he could wait a little export and bask in the waves of burning pleasure that emanated from the Spyglass part of Reflector.

Viewfinder had found a clasp… it was not situated high enough to be a chest plate clasp so what was it for? Levering himself up to sit on Skywarp's legs he leaned over the cockpit structure and toyed with this newfound detail, even going so far as to lick and bite at it mostly our of curiosity to see what kind of reaction it would get… Spyglass rolled over on his side his vents heaving madly to cope with the desire and pleasure created heat in his systems, the move brought him face to side with the seeker and he noticed the rather large gap between armor and wing instantly, carefully, sticking both hands inside running them over the hot wires and circuitry he found.

Skywarp started shaking as Viewfinder teased, innocently, the seeker knew that the component couldn't be aware of what he was doing...or HADN'T been aware, Skywarp's reaction was giving it away fairly well. And of course, the third gestalt-mech didn't have his erogenous zone anywhere near as easy to find as the other two... which might have made things better earlier, but right now Skywarp wanted to make him cry because of touches done to HIS body, not Spyglass'. Speaking of whom... Skywarp screeched and tightened his hold against the mech he didn't know as Spyglass found and exploited one of the bigger, lesser know, weaknesses of the seeker model.

The clasp was taking on a new light it was obviously more sensitive then the rest of the cockpit… something clicked in the pleasure hazed gestalt mind and identical smug grins grew on all three components faceplates. It quickly grew bigger when the Spyglass component had his suspicion confirmed and shattered into a three voiced cry of pure bliss when digits forcefully pushed ageist the film compartment lid on the Spectro components back. Reflector decided to fight back and the Viewfinder component eagerly triggered the clasp, almost laughing in delight when he realized that he could pull the cockpit open an unexpected bonus to be able to delve into another's circuitry like this without annoying armor in the way. Two of the components felt that way the third was busy clinging to the seeker, stubbornly refusing to collapse while clever digits played havoc on his sensors.

Oh, THAT was where it was... And then coherent thought fled quite readily as Viewfinder found what was so carefully kept safe. Two hands... two sets of hands... in him... IN him. Skywarp writhed, but he couldn't even do that much with a mech laying on his wing. This was everything... this was more than he had dreamed. He had had many lovers, but never one like this, a melded gestalt who retained his separate bodies. Skywarp found himself regretting that this wouldn't be repeated, but slaggit! He was going to enjoy himself fully this time, at least!

The two components happily dug in elbow joint deep in the seeker's delicate internals, mewling and moaning as one with the Spectro component. Skywarp's caresses where uncoordinated but large as he was it didn't really matter, his hand and digits easily touching most if not all of the sensitive lid. The gestalt had to admit that this was… nice, fantastically nice! This was reason enough to look outside of their gestalt for a fourth… regretfully Skywarp was not mate material, his spark probably not even compatible for a short merge. "Open it Skywarp! Uhh… please, we want to feel you inside us…" Reflector voiced his need in a heavy pleasure laden tone, just as their sparks launched a flare in sync forgoing the lead up pulsing as only a merged gestalt was capable off. It was almost too good… too incredible to have a seeker literally under them, withing in pleasure they created.

He did lurch up at that, screaming as a three-way FLARE hit him completely without warning... He was going to want to do this again, maybe that was why they warned him off sternly... Open it... oooh! It was a cap of some sort he was playing with... The flares coaxed his spark into the game, and it gave quick staccato pulses that were almost painful. Trembling hands opened the lid he had been caressing, and Skywarp happily found a very nice empty area below it. The sides were smooth, none of the wires or controls his own cockpit contained, just thin metal, and Skywarp took care not to damage it, even as it flexed under his digits.

"Mmm…" Reflector eagerly soaked up everything Skywarp gave, spark pulses and caresses, and were the caresses ever good! The Spectro component could not stand any longer, the seeker's touch were like nothing else they had ever experienced… larger, gentler, so very careful and utterly unpredictable to mechs who were used to knowing where every little brush was going to land. That alone was intoxicating for Reflector, they had no idea what Skywarp felt, wanted or planned they could only experiment and hope that their guesses were correct and offer their temporary lover advice when his caresses faltered.

"Like that Seeker… j-just like that AH!" The Viewfinder component had most of his upper chassis inside the cockpit by now, caressing, licking and even carefully nibbling on the wires and energon lines he found there, cataloging what gave the most reaction… the Spyglass component had been almost thrown off the wing by Skywarp's reaction and it was decided that he should move to something else. That something else became Skywarp's chest and faceplate… playing with the sexy chest vents and kissing any lingering sense right out of the purple seeker's processor.

It would be so easy to just give up, just enjoy what was being done to him... so easy. And it was so, so hard for Skywarp to focus, even a little, focus and RETURN the caresses, kiss the component back... Which one was kissing him... Spyglass? Spyglass, right, right... good kisser. Good with his hands... Shoulder... Skywarp had moved his hand to open that lid, he should put his free hand back on Spyglass' shoulder... He couldn't get the lens, that mech was currently evoking the most lovely blissful sensations in his cockpit, Skywarp couldn't focus well enough to know what Viewfinder was doing, but it felt good, and the purple seeker suddenly realized he was moaning and panting right into that lovely kiss.

Maybe they were not as good as they thought, Skywarp managed to find the Spyglass component's button again despite the fact that he should have been completely incoherent with pleasure… well maybe the seeker was just that good. He or rather those, many, who had been with him did speak highly of him when prompted by the gestalt that carefully asked around before arranging all of this.

It was not like Reflector really wanted to complain, they were not that stupid, Skywarp was offering… indeed doing more than they had thought possible for a non-gestalted mech and he had been right! It would have been stupid to not do this, stupid to denied themselves this pleasure… but they would never tell him this, he was not, could not be, compatible and so this would be a onetime deal just as they had made him agree too. If Reflector somewhere in his gestalt mind felt a bit regretful of that he suppressed it ruthlessly…

They writhed and keened as two erogenous zones were expertly stimulated and the third rubbed sensuously against the edge of Skywarp's cockpit, trying to give as good as they got and strangely enough not knowing if they succeeded at all.

He had tried, he had truly tried, Skywarp had found he had more stamina than he thought. And the writhing and keening, Reflector made such SOUNDS... Overload hit, ripped and tore through Skywarp's systems, forcing the purple jet to fight hard just to stay online. He was GOING to stay online, NO ONE had ever offlined him before, and he wasn't about to break that now... He screamed and cried, hazily trying to at least... at least... something... he couldn't think... And then finally, slowly, the overload died down, leaving Skywarp shivering on the ground with his vents heaving, trying to put his thoughts back together.

Reflector was quite surprised when the seeker suddenly overloaded, having had no idea that he was that close. The wash of energy rolling off the purple chassis was delicious but sadly not enough to make the Reflector components follow him over the edge, they pulled back from him even slipped a little out of the gestalt merge trying to get their bearings unsure of what to do now. The gestalt could merge many times in the course of a night it was in fact often more relaxing then a full joor of recharge but what about seekers? Viewfinder tenderly closed the cockpit again, careful since the entire area was probably humming with enhanced sensitivity, easily sliding down he joined Spectro who immediately wrapped him up in his arms watching to see what Spyglass intended… their third component had only shifted enough to sit upright and was now watching the seeker intently almost as if waiting for something…


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