Chapter 4
Small peds ran down the stairs as quickly as they could. Slipping and sliding, still working on balancing on the thruster heels, the Seekerlet ran to the sound of breaking glass and shouting. He jumped up, palming the door open and running into the room. His optics filled with static, coolant beginning to leak out, knowing what was happening.
"LEAVE HER ALONE!" He screamed, charging at the grounder and punching him. "LET HER GO!"
He yelped when he was kicked by the large mech, falling on his front. His optics narrowed, quickly getting up, determined to fight for as long as he could. He grabbed a datapad that had fallen to the floor and ran at the grounder, striking him with everything he had all the while screaming for him to stop his attack.
The grounder kicked him again, then stomped on him, grinding his ped into the Seekerlet's back, making him scream from the pain.
"Slagging brat! Touch me again and I'll tear off your wings! Do you want to lose them again?" The grounder snarled, giving the Seekerlet another brutal kick.
The Seekerlet cried, coolant pouring from his optics as he slowly got to his peds, leaking energon from his damaged plates. "I… I said l-leave her." He said between sobs, clutching his side. "L-leave my carrier alone!"
"Sweetie, I'm alright. Don't come any closer." The loving vocalizer of the Seeker femme said softly, offering him a small smile from her beaten faceplates. "G-go back to your room."
"I-I'm not leaving you, carrier." The Seekerlet said firmly, standing straight and flaring his little wings out, glaring death at the mech. "I-I'll never leave you."
"Open your codpiece, glitch." The mech growled, slapping the Seeker femme across the faceplates.
Her frame damaged, wings bent, covered in her energon, and trembling from all the blows she had taken to the helm, she did as he instructed. Her codpiece folded away before he roughly grabbed her and held her against his front. He quickly penetrated her, making her whimper from the pain. She gasped and bit her lower lip plate as he started to thrust hard and fast into her, hurting her. His arms wrapped around her waist, her servos lowering to cover up where they were connected.
"Sweetie, ah, my precious Starscream. Don't look down. Keep your optics on mine. Ow, hah, just look at me. Okay? Look at me, my little hero." She said with that kind vocalizer of hers, her optics so loving and worried towards her little son.
Starscream nodded, trying his best not to cry as coolant flowed down his cheekplates. "Please… Please, stop hurting her. D-don't hurt my carrier." He sobbed.
But the grounder ignored him, pounding ruthlessly into the femme and groping her breast plates. She swallowed, wincing from the pain and gritting her denta, but keeping silent, not wanting to upset her creation anymore.
"I love you, ah, Starscream. Be strong, sweetie. Ow, be brave, my little warrior." She continued, trying to comfort him.
Starscream swallowed, then walked over to her and held up his small, silver servo. She took it, holding onto him as she was raped. "I love you, too, carrier." He choked out. "I'll save you. I-I'll become the greatest Seeker warrior ever and I'll save us both. I promise."
She smiled, panting as her systems heated up from the interface. "I know you will, sweetie. You're destined for great things. Don't give up. Ah, don't ever give up."
"I-I won't carrier. No matter what happens I won't give up. I won't submit. A-and I'll save all Seekers f-from grounders. I will. I promise." He wiped at his optics. "Grounders will hear my designation and fear me. I'll change everything. I will."
"Oh, shut up, brat." The mech growled. "You're nothing and you'll die on the streets as nothin' more than vermin. You won't achieve anything. You're a nobody and you'll remain so. The only thing you'll amount to is an interface toy like your whiny carrier. That's all you Seekers are good for. For fragging and beating." He paused studying the angry Seekerlet's faceplates. "You'll never make it in this world. You'll stay a pathetic scraplet and die as one."
Starscream glared at him, clenching his servo at his side and setting his jaw. "Just you watch me, fragface."
Skyfire started to online slowly, feeling a little odd. He had fallen into recharge shortly after the Elite Trine finished their "skimpy maid" roleplay and had snuggled up with him. They had done so how they always did: Starscream in the middle with Thundercracker's back against Skyfire's front. Starscream faced Thundercracker while Skywarp was just behind him. The black and blue Seekers hugged their trineleader close while Skyfire wrapped an arm over all three of them. But, he couldn't quite feel the three in his arms anymore…
His optics onlined fully, and he jerked his helm back when realizing that the silver thing he had in his faceplates was Skywarp's aft. He reached a servo up and pushed the unwelcomed rear end away, the owner of it still deep in recharge. Skyfire looked down, rolling his optics when he saw Starscream slumped over his side. He reached down and gently started to push the Seeker off when he felt that his legs were tucked tightly against him. He started to stretch them out when he heard a loud thud. His optics widened some, realizing that he had just kicked Thundercracker off the berth.
He pushed Starscream off him and sat up straight. He peered over the edge of the berth, sheepishly smiling. "Hey… Morning?"
Thundercracker rubbed his helm sorely, looking up at him. "I think I just rolled out of berth…"
"Uh, yeah, you kinda did." Skyfire said quickly, not wanting Thundercracker to know the truth of the matter.
"Hmm," The blue Seeker grunted, slowly getting up. "Well, guess we should get some energon. Online those two pains and lets get going.
Starscream and his trinemates entered the mess hall, the tri-colored Seeker not in the mood to see so many this early. Thundercracker pulled him along by the servo, ignoring the occasional complaints about being "mech handled" and that he was "too fabulous" to be treated like a "common muck sucker."
"Take it, Queen Glitch." Thundercracker shoved a cube of energon into Starscream's faceplates.
Starscream took it, giving his brother a look as if to say, "Fine, but I'm not happy about it."
Skywarp got a large cube of energon and proffered it to Skyfire, smiling as if he was the most innocent of sparklings and giving a gift to his creator.
Skyfire chuckled, accepting the cube. "Thank you, Skywarp."
Skywarp fluttered his wings, then retrieved his own energon cube. Thundercracker led them to a table and they all sat down. Thundercracker sat to Starscream's right, while Skywarp was to his left. Skyfire sat next to Thundercracker.
"So, how much do your afts still burn?" The blue Seeker nonchalantly inquired, sipping his energon.
"I'm currently dying because it feels like I'm sitting on a fire." Starscream coolly replied, running a digit along the edge of his cube.
"I'm in pain, too! But I also wanna frag! But not with you, TC. I'm horny for Skyfire!" He giggled manically.
"Later." Skyfire said softly, his faceplates would have been red if he were human.
"I'm up for a frag." Starscream sexily smirked.
"Wanna go right now?" Skywarp winked.
"Hello, Skyfire. Been a while since I've seen you." Ratchet greeted as he approached.
The shuttle smiled. "Hello, Ratchet. How are you doing? Please, sit down." He gestured to the spot next to him.
Starscream flicked his wings, not liking anyone "stealing" his mech. But, he remained silent and allowed Skyfire to be with his untrustworthy "friends."
Ratchet sat down on the offered seat, setting down his cube. "I'm doing alright. You?"
"Wonderful." He smiled warmly.
"Anything interesting going on?"
"Not really. Just brought my trine to Iacon so Starscream can see Rung."
"Trine?" The CMO raised an optical ridge.
"Yeah, I was accepted into the trine as a trinemate so… they're my trine. Seeker culture. I have to be part of the trine in order to be able to be joined to Starscream and, err, interface with them."
"He's fragging me tonight, chump!" Skywarp suddenly exclaimed.
Starscream pushed his trinemate back into his seat, flicking his wings disapprovingly.
"I see." Ratchet said slowly.
"Heya, Skyfire!" Bluestreak waved as he walked over. "What's up?"
"Not much. Please, sit down." Skyfire smiled.
Starscream rolled his optics as more and more Autobots came over and sat down at the table, all talking to Skyfire about this or that. He crossed his arms and scowled. Seekers are very possessive of their trinemates and mates, and Starscream was no exception. He didn't like everyone talking to his Conjunx Endura and leaving him out of it. Yes, he was in fact an attention snob. But, when you were as sexy and incredible as he was, how could you not be?
"So, Starscream, how is the Pit Spawn and his brother doing?" Ratchet asked after a while.
Starscream's wings perked, looking over at the doctor. "Fine, I suppose. A little upset that Dawnstar is getting courted by potential trinemates, but he'll learn to accept the Seeker ways."
"How has he been tormenting you with his pranks and slagging himself up all the time?"
Starscream shrugged. "Not at all, really. He hasn't pranked really anyone in stellar cycles." The Seeker sipped from his cube.
Ratchet gave him a dubious stare. "Not pranking anyone? I'm talking about Sideswipe and his sociopathic twin, Sunstreaker."
"Yes, I'm quite aware. And they've been well behaved."
"What? How is that possible?! Don't tell me it's because he actually grew up after having creations!"
"Negative. It wasn't that, I can assure you."
"Then… what did you do?" The CMO demanded, wanting to know these powerful secrets.
Starscream slyly smirked, his blood red optics resting on his cube. "I threatened him."
"With?"
"I told him that if he pranked me or did anything stupid… I would…" He paused, purposely torturing the red and white medic. "That I would dominate him. In public. And make his brother watch."
Ratchet exchanged confused glances with the other Autobots at the table, minus Skyfire who slowly shook his helm. "Dominate?"
"Yes, dominate. Traditional Seeker method of establishing dominance and disciplining misbehaving trinemates." Starscream explained.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, that if Sideswipe disobeyed my rules, I would pin him down, spike him, and hump him so it brought only pain. All the while biting his neck and tearing at his plates for an entire breem. And in public. With everyone watching it happen." He smirked. "He hasn't tried anything. A few pranks here and there, but they were minor and not directed at me. No, the only one who has been getting repeatedly dominated for pranking me is Skywarp."
Skywarp flicked his wings. "You don't need to tell them you do that…"
"I shall tell them because if humiliating you makes you behave, than so be it."
The Autobots exchanged glances, some not sure if Starscream would actually do that to Sideswipe or if the Seeker was making things up. No one could get Sideswipe to behave. Not even Ratchet, Prowl, or Optimus! Sideswipe did whatever he wanted to do, with no fear towards authority. Or maybe he was just stupid… Either way, Sideswipe never listened to anyone.
Ratchet studied the tri-colored Seeker for a moment before speaking. "How have they been other than that?"
"Fine. They're fragging my daughter every orbital cycle. They're doing just wonderful." He grunted as if the answer was obvious. "Should walk in on them sometime when doing that. The expressions those two make when getting caught, and then hearing my daughter scream at everyone to go away. It's hysterical." He chuckled, taking a sip from his energon.
"Ew…" Bluestreak said slowly.
Starscream shrugged. "It's all natural."
"Yeah, natural!" Skywarp giggled, leaning against his trineleader and snuggling.
Ratchet turned to Skyfire and quickly changed the subject, him and the other Autobots all engaging in friendly palaver, ignoring the Seekers.
Skywarp licked Starscream's cheekplates repeatedly like a turbofox, snuggling against him. Starscream didn't do anything to stop him, allowing his strange brother to mess with him. The black Seeker dipped his servo down and cupped Starscream's codpiece, tapping it. Starscream smirked, removing his codpiece quietly, his optics watching his mate as he sipped his energon. Skywarp circled his digit around Starscream's valve, sending small electrical currents into it to get it to lubricate. It didn't take long before it did just that. Looking away, Skywarp pushed a digit into Starscream's valve, causing his brother to bite his lower lip plate in order to remain silent. He then forced another digit inside and started to pump in and out of Starscream's valve.
Skywarp kept his innocent grin as he sipped his energon, making it seem like he wasn't up to anything. Starscream clenched his jaws, set down his cube, and did everything he could to not start moaning or demanding that Skywarp just spike him.
"Yes, we are actually about to do that. Right, my love?" Skyfire asked, turning to Starscream.
Starscream's wings perked, looking up at him. "D-doing what?" He said almost painfully, keeping his jaws shut.
Skyfire gave him an odd look, then rolled his optics when he noticed Skywarp's arm going beneath the table. "We're going to open a school for all the sparklings in Vos to go and learn at."
"Oh, yes! Yes, oh, that… Oh, Primus… we are!" He said quickly, his servo grasping the side of his chair, spreading his legs apart even more so.
The Autobots eyed him, perplexed by his strange answer. Skyfire vented a frustrated sigh.
"Skywarp…"
Skywarp turned to him. "Yes, Skyfire?"
"Can you… Somewhere else… please?"
Skywarp just stared at him, having to take time to figure out what he meant by that before it suddenly struck him. "OH! Okay…" He said with such disappointment in his vocalizer, removing his digits from Starscream's valve and licking them.
Starscream vented a sigh, a little annoyed that Skyfire had stopped the fun. Skywarp smirked, calmly standing up and stretching his arm joints. Suddenly, he grabbed Starscream, yanked him out of his seat, slammed him down on the table, and got on top of him. Starscream didn't fight him, surprised at first, but then smirking and spreading his legs out. Skywarp removed his codpiece, his spike already hardened, and quickly penetrated his trineleader. He wasted no time in thrusting hard and fast into him, pinning him down as he went all out on his brother.
The Autobots all jumped back from the table, completely surprised by this, and horrified. Skyfire facepalmed, vented a frustrated sigh, and slammed his servo down on the table making a loud thud.
"Seriously!?" He barked.
"Wanna join, Skyfire?" Skywarp smirked, looking up at him.
"No!"
Skywarp shrugged. "Your loss."
"Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes! Oh, harder! Harder! Oh, give it to me! Oh, yeah! Yes! Ah! Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh!" Starscream moaned, writhing beneath Skywarp, his servos resting on the table on either side of his helm.
Skyfire stood up and gestured for the others to come with him. The other Autobots did just that, all abandoning their seats to find another spot to hang out. Bluestreak just sat there, completely shocked by how the Seekers were behaving. Skids grabbed his arm and forced him away from the scene.
Starstreak descended, flying through the city of Uraya, many of it's towers rebuilt, but the streets still littered with ruins and the homeless. He ran his scanners, learning where living beings were so he could be cautious of where enemies could be lurking.
He descended some more until he was flying just over the street, being careful not to hit anyone. He transformed after a bit and landed, his peds scraping along, sparks flying beneath him until he came to a stop. His wings perked, looking all around him. His optics stopped on the sign outside of the bar. It had the same designation as the one his carrier had told him about. The bar she had apparently gone to for all her energon while carrying him and raising him alone. She had told him that the bartender was friendly and possibly knew where to find his sire.
The Seeker walked by all the Empties staring at him. They hadn't seen a Seeker this close since Dawnstar was there, or perhaps they never even seen one outside the news videos. Whispers followed the flyer, some of them asking what a Seeker was doing in Uraya while other stated false claims about Seeker lifestyle.
Starstreak paid them no heed. He did as his grandsire had instructed and strutted with confidence. He was a Seeker and could take them all on. He didn't need to be afraid of anyone.
He palmed the door open to the bar and entered. It was slow, with mechs hanging out at the tables all drinking their fill, chatting, and laughing with each other. Many optics followed the Cybertronian jet, watching him closely as he passed.
"Hey," Starstreak greeted as he sat on a stool at the bar.
"Hey." The bartender replied.
"I'm looking for someone. Decepticon grounder."
"Designation?" The bartender raised an optical ridge, cleaning a cube with a cloth.
"I don't know his designation. But I have a description of him."
"Picture?"
"Negative. He's a large grounder. Primary paint color is black, he has red optics, dark grey underplates, and his alt. mode had treads, so possible tank vehicle."
"Hmm," The bartender paused, thoughtfully looking at the ceiling as he sorted through his memories. "Sounds kinda like that Shatterblade fellah. Haven't seen him around in stellar cycles."
"Do you know where he went?"
"No, but Silversteel might. He was around him all the time."
"Where might I find Silversteel?"
"I'm not sure where he lives. He comes here almost every night. You're welcome to stick around until then."
Starstreak nodded. "Thank you. What does he look like?"
"Grey, yellow optics, some type of helicopter alt. mode."
"Noted. Thank you for your time."
"Mhmm. Would you like anything to drink?"
"Not right now. I'll save the drinking for the interrogation."
"Just don't make a mess of my bar."
Starstreak smirked. "I'm a Seeker. I make no such promises."
Dawnstar perked her wings, then slowly turned around. Her optics reset, a Cybertronian version of blinking, then she flicked her wings. Her engine growled softly, those bright, magenta optics of hers an enigma as she watched him.
Eclipse transformed and landed, his cooling fans working hard, panting softly from the effort. He had just finished showing off his skills in the skies as she had observed from her balcony. His wings fluttered, trotting over to her and unsubspacing a bouquet of crystal flowers. He smiled, holding them up to her, wiggling his frame a little to show his excitement.
She eyed him, her optics trailing over his frame, soaking in all the details. He had been courting her for stellar cycles. Only recently had he started doing it every orbital cycle. He had been doing it only a couple of times an orn before, possibly because he was nervous about it, especially since she was mated to a grounder. But now, he knew he wanted her and wouldn't leave her alone. She respected him taking things slow. And it had been a while since he started the courtship, so that meant he was determined.
She bit her lower lip plate as she mused, then, she smirked that sexy smirk of her sire's. She reached out, dainty digits touching the crystal flowers, feeling them, then she accepted the bouquet.
Eclipse's optics widened before he jumped up and twirled around, absolutely beaming with enthusiasm and joy. His wings fluttered madly, his smile so large it looked like it would break off his handsome faceplates.
Dawnstar giggled at his gleeful display, her wings fluttering as well. She subspaced the flowers, not wanting them to get damaged before she could put them up for display in her quarters.
Eclipse approached her again, wings still fluttering. He reached out and touched her wing, perking his own. Dawnstar hesitated, but allowed him to do so, showing that she was definitely interested in him. He made his way around her and groped her aft. Her wings flicked before she spun around and punched him in the mandible. He stumbled back, holding his injury. He wiggled his frame a little before transforming and flying off, giving her space for the rest of the orbital cycle.
Dawnstar watched him leave, smirking to herself. Maybe soon she would call him hers and she will be his as trinemates till the bitter end. Hopefully Sideswipe didn't glitch too much when she had to tell him the news.
"Relax. Go to your happy place. What's your happy place?"
"S-Skywarp a-and Th-Thunderc-cracker l-loving o-on me… Primus… A-and S-Skyfire… A-and Dawnstar n-nagging me… A-and my grandcreations… All m-my Seekers are s-safe… A-and M-Moonstar is there."
"Good. That's good. I'm going to raise the volume, okay?"
"Okay…"
Rung turned the dial, increasing the volume of the datapad which was playing a video of Megatron making a speech. Starscream sunk deeper into the couch, listening to the vocalizer he learned to fear. He swallowed, trembling so hard, but trying to control himself.
"Doing alright?"
"I-I'm fine… Just… Just everything is t-telling me to flee. That's all." He stuttered.
Rung nodded, letting the video go on for a bit longer before turning it off. "I think that's enough for this orbital cycle. You did good, Starscream. Be proud of yourself and treat yourself to something nice." He smiled.
Starscream quickly nodded his helm, taking a moment to calm his systems before standing up. "Ugh… Why can't things be easier…?"
"You're making exceptional progress, Starscream. You are so much better compared to when I first started working with you."
"Hmm, that's because Thunder forces me to get better." He pointed out as he started for the door. "Same time tomorrow?"
"I shall see you then."
Starscream smirked. "I'll be here." He palmed the door open and walked out.
The Seeker made his way down the hallways, going to the quarters he shared with his trine. He needed some loving after going through that, and his annoying brothers would certainly give him all the humping he could handle. He smirked at that thought, eager to feel them holding him close, kissing him, and maybe pissing him off with some slaps to his aft. The one negative to their chaotic love life.
He turned a corner and stopped, his wings perking. "Hey, Smiley."
Prowl raised his doorwings, regarding the flyer with a cold, calculating stare. The blue optics of extreme criticism and hatred-of-anything-remotely-resembling-a-joke locking onto the blood red optics of arrogance and backstabbing. "Hello, Starscream. Finished with Rung?"
Starscream didn't answer immediately. "I am. Why does that concern you?"
"Because, if you don't mind, I have something I would like to ask you about."
The Seeker shrugged. "Spit it out, shortstuff."
"In private."
Starscream smirked. "Ah, it's going to be one of those discussions. Very well. Lead the way."
Prowl turned and walked down the hallways, taking the Decepticon to his office. He palmed the door open and gestured for Starscream to enter. He did so, patiently waiting as Prowl shut and locked the door behind them.
"Alright, question me, little Praxian." Starscream nonchalantly said.
Prowl approached his desk and sat down in his seat. He then motioned for the Seeker to sit down as well. Starscream flicked his wings, but obeyed, sitting on the chair opposite Prowl. He rested his elbows on the top of the desk, wings perking as he eyed the Autobot.
Prowl shuffled through several datapads before finding the right one. He onlined it, perusing the contents, then looked at the flyer. "And why do you think I brought you here?"
"To ask something of me."
"Yes, but what?"
"I'm not going on a date with you. Sorry." He shrugged.
"I don't know how Megatron managed not to have killed you for your insolence alone…"
"Oh, believe me, he tried on multiple occasions. Hook is just that good." He slyly smirked.
"Hmm. Back to the original question. Why do you think I am having this talk with you?"
"I'm not a Seekerlet, Prowl. Speak what is on your processor directly and save the riddles for your impertinent Autobot grunts." He flicked his wings, narrowing his optics some.
"Very well." Prowl said in that monotone vocalizer of his. "Megatron."
"He's dead."
"Exactly."
"And how is this relevant to me? He died in his cell, as I was informed by my Seekers. No point in making me stand witness at his trial."
"I wish to speak to you concerning the nature of his passing."
"Oh? How so?
"Megatron's death was unexpected. He was in good condition while in his cell. He mysteriously deactivated, nothing on the security cameras, and the guard at the time never saw anything. The night he was discovered dead was one that you were not seen socializing with everyone despite the recent emergence of your granddaughter."
"As I recall, I had been gang banged for quite a while and had just been freed from that. So, I wasn't exactly the most social of butterflies, as my daughter says. I was slightly terrified that anything that moved would have at me." He said gruffly, clearly angry with Prowl's lack of sympathy.
"You killed Megatron, didn't you?" He said in that same vocalizer of his, his faceplates neutral, digits touching to form a steeple.
Starscream's faceplates were an enigma, eyeing the tactician as one would a pest. "I attempted to deactivate Megatron on many occasion for thousands of vorns. I failed every time. Yes, I would have loved to kill him, but it was not me."
Prowl studied him, looking for any sign of lying, but Starscream knew this game all too well. He was a master of manipulation and body language. He knew the signs of lying and how to hide them. Especially after having to master his trade with Megatron and Soundwave. If he could lie to a telepath for thousands of vorns, than this imperious Autobot would be nothing.
"Not you? Then who did?"
The Seeker shrugged, keeping optic contact. "Lord Megatron had more enemies than friends. That list is endless."
"And you are at number one on it."
Starscream gave his infamous smirk. "I am. I always have been. But just being number one on a list doesn't mean I deactivated His Royal Slagheaded-ness."
"I don't believe you."
"Believe what you want, Prowl, but you have nothing to go by other than assumptions."
"Very few are smart enough to have been able to get by Red Alert and kill Megatron with no visible signs. And even fewer of those would be willing or desire him dead."
"I thank you for the compliment, but I wasn't one of those few."
"Who do you suspect is?"
"Probably an Autobot. Killing Megatron when he's locked away in a cell is cowardly to the Decepticons, more so to Seekers, our culture built on combat and strength. None of my Seekers did it, and no Decepticon would, since it would only send the DJD on their afts and make them a mockery. And if they wanted leadership, that is not how to win in. A proper battle for power, not a quick death when one is locked away."
Prowl was silent a moment before speaking. "What makes you think it was quick?"
Starscream's expression never changed. "Nothing. I simply assume since it was so sudden. I imagine a slow death would have allowed the guards to find him still possible alive."
"Hmm." Prowl mused, watching the Seeker like a hawk eying a mouse. "I believe what you say, Starscream. Especially how only a Decepticon coward would kill Megatron. You are known to be a coward."
Starscream's optics narrowed before he stood up. "This conversation is over, Autobot." He growled, his flicking. He then turned and started for the door.
"You're clever, Starscream, I give you that. And you are an excellent liar. But, I had Perceptor and Brainstorm perform an autopsy on Megatron's frame after Ratchet had checked it over."
Starscream paused, looking back at the Praxian, his wings perking. Prowl gave the smallest of smirks. "And?"
"And," Prowl said slowly, purposely torturing the Seeker. "They found something. Something that had collected in the fuel pump. A foreign liquid with properties similar to poisons used to cease the spark from pulsating. It was very well done. The poison might have been completely flushed out if it hadn't been for the fact that Megatron was a Point One Percenter, and his spark put up a fight with this poison." He paused, studying the Seeker for something, but there was nothing. "He was poisoned by either a genius or someone who was just able to find the right poison."
"I've used poisons before, I admit. But it wasn't one of mine." Starscream said smoothly, his faceplates still an enigma.
"Which Decepticons work primarily with poison?"
"I'm not a snitch, Prowl."
"No, just a Decepticon."
Starscream flicked his wings. "Have a pleasant orbital cycle, slagger." He pivoted on his thruster heel, palmed the door open, and stomped out, thoroughly done with the Autobot Second in Command.
Prowl watched him go, that small, devilish grin of his plastered on his faceplates as he touched the tips of his digits together to form a steeple. The Seeker was hiding something, and he would get him to talk.
Starstreak sat at a table in the corner, red optics glowing from the dark, his arms crossed and dark faceplates barely discernable from the shadows. He watched everyone from his position, studying them, waiting for the one he wanted. His wings perked when his target entered and sat at the bar. The Seeker stood up, pushing aside the femmes who had started to gather around him, and went straight to the mech.
"Silversteel, I presume?"
"Who wants to know?" The gruff vocalizer grunted as the designated mech took his high grade from the bartender.
"Seeker Starstreak of Uraya."
"Uraya? Since when is a Seeker from here? I thought they all come from Vos?" Silversteek inquired as he looked back at the red flyer.
"I'm unique amongst my people."
"Hmm, look the same ta me… Y'all do." He grumbled before guzzling his drink.
"Shatterblade. Know of anyone with that designation?"
"I might." He said in the same rough tone, setting his cube down.
"Know where I might find him?"
"Nope."
Starstreak raised an optical ridge. "You're lying. It's not a good idea to lie to a Seeker. Tell me the truth."
"You say it like I should be afraid of ya, pretty boy. Well, I ain't. Go frag yourself."
Starstreak flicked his wings. "Tell me where Shatterblade is and I'll let you keep your limbs."
"You Seekers are all talk. Go whore yourself out like the rest of your kind does." He grumbled before taking another swig of his drink.
Starstreak flicked his wings, then flared them. His optics narrowed, before stomping over, grabbing the back of the mech's helm and slamming his faceplates into the bar top. "Want to repeat that, slagger?" He growled.
Silversteel was taken by surprise, but not intimidated. He placed his servos on the top of the bar and pushed back until his face was no longer pressed against the flat surface. "How dare you-" He stopped when an energon knife was at his throat, pressing against his neck cables.
Starstreak's engine growled dangerously. "Tell me where Shatterblade is and I'll let you live."
Silversteel rolled his optics. "Doesn't matter ta me… He went ta Polyhex. Not sure where in Polyhex, but he's there."
Starstreak glared at him for a moment more before subspacing his weapon and releasing him. Without another word, he stomped out of the bar, transformed, and flew towards Polyhex.
"Hey, mom."
"Yes, Thunderbolt?"
"Eclipse is here. Again."
Dawnstar nodded, getting up from where she had been sitting with Moonlight, the two watching a film. She walked past her son and to the door, palming it open. She managed to take only two steps outside before a box of energon goodies was proffered in her faceplates. She smiled, accepting them and eating a few. Eclipse bounced on his peds, eagerly watching her.
She subspaced the rest, perking her wings to see what he did next. He trotted over to her and stroked her wings, then licked her on the cheekplates. She flicked her wings, punching at him, but he managed to avoid the blow. His wings fluttered, taking her servo and pulling her to the edge of the balcony.
"Can we fly together?" He anxiously asked, so nervous.
She studied him, then nodded. "I would love to see how compatible we are in the skies."
Eclipse was beaming, his optics so bright and smile much too large for his faceplates. He took her servo and leaped off the balcony, taking her with him. The two plummeted, the whipping of the wind the only sound as they fell. Dawnstar kicked away from him, transformed, and took off, her engine screaming thunderously. Eclipse transformed and chased after her, aileron rolling as he followed. She flicked her wings, engine shrieking with raw, angry power as she broke the sound barrier, quickly reaching over Mach 3. Eclipse kept with her, the two spinning and reeving around the spirals of Vos, easily avoiding hitting the structures and other flying Seekers.
Dawnstar suddenly ascended, flying perfectly vertical. Eclipse chased after her, soon flying alongside of her and pressing his wingtip against her side. Dawnstar aileron rolled, slapping his wing away with hers before powering her thrusters to the max, her engine roaring furiously, she sped away from him, using the speed that her sire had bestowed upon her through his coding. She was the fastest Seeker alive, barely passing him. No one could keep up with her, and she proudly showed it off.
Eclipse tried to keep up with her, but his engine was beginning to overheat with the effort. He backed off, following her from a distance. His wings momentarily drooped, worried that she may reject him just because he wasn't fast like her.
Dawnstar barreled rolled before flipping over and flying back to him upside down. She righted herself up just as she reached him, circling around him. Then, she nudged him with a wingtip before turning and quickly flying off. Eclipse banked and followed, simply going along, knowing that he couldn't chase her down. She came back and poked him again, circling around him. He still didn't do anything. She spiraled around before going back to him and nudging him.
Instantly, Eclipse transformed, reach out, and grabbed her, pulling her to him. She transformed, squealing with surprise. She suddenly found herself in his arms, holding her firmly. She smirked, liking how clever he was to have captured her despite her being quicker than him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, the other servo grasping her mandible and holding her still before kissing her old the lip plates. She instinctively started to push herself free, but then stopped. Her wings fluttered, raising her dainty servos up and cupping his faceplates, depending the kiss. His wings fluttered madly, kissing her passionately.
She forced her glossa into his mouth, the two hungrily kissing for nearly a klik before she pulled her helm away, breaking it. "I want to dance first." She said between soft pants.
Eclipse nodded quickly, releasing her before transforming. She transformed, positioning her undercarriage against his and pushing up. Soon, the two Seekers were spiraling upwards, gracefully spinning around, never breaking formation. They ascended until they couldn't anymore, the stars now visible. Dawnstar led him down, the two still spinning as they quickly descended towards Cybertron. The towers soon neared, and the two Seekers changed their course to fly horizontally, spiraling, pressing their undercarriages against each other.
They continued to do this for nearly two more kliks before Dawnstar broke formation and transformed. Eclipse transformed and flew over to her on his thruster heels, wings fluttering as he broadly smiled.
Dawnstar fluttered her own wings, holding her arms out to him. He embraced her, hugging her tightly before kissing her on the lip plates. She kissed him back, mouthing him aggressively, her servos feeling over his frame, sending electrical currents into his transformation seams as she pleasured him. He returned the favor, caressing her wings and feeling her thin waist. She moaned softly into his mouth, pressing her frame against his. Cooling fans kicked on for the two Seekers, their frames quickly getting warmer than they already were.
Dawnstar lowered a servo and squeezed his codpiece, giving it an impatient tap. He obediently folded it away, removing his spike casing and letting his spike out. She wasted no time in taking it and salaciously stroking it, sending currents into it to get it to harden. It didn't take long for it to do just that. She broke the kiss, looking between them and smirking with great satisfaction. Her own codpiece slid away, her legs positioning onto his hips as her thrusters deactivated. A large servo grasped her aft, keeping her from falling as his other took his spike and directed it into her preparing valve. The black and red Seeker moaned approvingly as he slid into her. She pulled him closer, pushing her groin into his until he was all the way inside. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his optics locking onto hers. Then, he gave her a firm thrust. She gasped softly, her smirk only widening. She held the back of his helm as she kissed him fervently, her free servo reaching behind him to hold the small of his back.
He forced his glossa into her mouth, thrusting hard and fast into her, his optics offlining. She moaned with every hump, her optics dim, wings fluttering. The rest of the world forgotten, only her trinemate mattering now. He was hers, and she was his, forever and always. They were trinemates, a trine, brother and sister, lovers, and friends. They would live, fight, recharge, and spend eternity together. Nothing would separate them.
Her chest plates were the first to fold away, her exposed spark reaching our its tendrils of energy for his. His chest plates soon parted as well, his spark grasping, entangling, and yanking on hers, connecting angrily to each other. They broke their kiss, panting and gasping. Their servos pulling and tearing at each other, trying to get closer. His thrusting increasing in intensity as they neared overload. She tossed her helm back, cycling in cooler air desperately as she began to overheat.
He growled with his denta gritted as he overloaded, filling her with his transfluids. They spark bonded fiercely, their sparks savagely surging raw energy into each other, the surplus electricity flowing through their heated systems and tickling their wings. She let out a loud moan as she overloaded with the spark bond, hugging him tightly.
The two panted into each others visages, their heated exhales caressing warm faceplates, optics glowing brightly.
"Mine." He said softly, giving her a loving kiss on the lip plates.
"I am. And you're mine." She smiled, pecking a kiss to his cheekplates.
He made a sound as if to clear his vocalizer, then spoke. "I swear to you, upon this cycle, that I will ever be faithful, respectful, patient, understanding, kind, and above all else yours. To be your protector, your best friend, your brother, your sword and your shield. To never falter, to never flee, to face the hard times by your side. To fight for you, carry you when you fall, kill if need be. To be the trinemate you deserve, and always try my best to be worthy of your love. To never, ever let you be alone and scared. For now and always. This I swear to you, my new part. My completed spark. Together we are, forever unseparated, united through hell, we are one... Trine till the bitter end. This I swear to you, my trinemate, my sister, my friend. My life, my spark, we are one, till we are none."
Dawnstar fluttered her wings, then nuzzled olfactory sensors with him. She bit her lower lip plate, recalling the vows she wrote stellar cycles ago. "I will be humble, I will be patient, I will be kind. I will be by your side in battle, in love, in peace. I will be your best friend in the darkness and light. Your sister until no more. Your protector, your lover, your friend, your accomplice, your helper, your guide, your teacher, your student, and the listener to all your troubles. This I swear to you, my new part. My completed spark. Together we are, forever unseparated, united through hell, we are one... Trine till the bitter end. This I swear to you, my trinemate, my brother, my friend. My life, my spark, we are one, till we are none."
Eclipse fluttered his wings, giving her a searing kiss on the lip plates. She kissed him back for a few astroseconds before pulling away.
"Ready?" She raised an optical ridge.
"Whenever you are." He nodded.
She smirked, slowly removing her legs from around his waist and pushing herself away so he pulled out of her. The two closed up their intimacy, their sparks soon hidden as well. Dawnstar activated her thrusters and hovered away from him. Eclipse flicked his wings.
Dawnstar suddenly transformed and sped off, almost immediately breaking the sound barrier. Eclipse shifted his body and flew after her, their engines screaming from the effort, their contrails twisting being them as they spiraled upwards. Dawnstar flew perfectly vertical, leaving him far behind her. Suddenly, she cut her engine, transformed, and lunged out just as he passed her at blinding speed.
Her servos grasped his wings as she planted her peds against his undercarriage. She pushed back against him, tearing at his wings. He transformed and punched her in the abdominal plates. She cried out, releasing him, and kicking back, beginning her transformation sequence when he grabbed her ankle, swung her around, and released her. She tumbled through the air for a few astrosecond before transforming and flying off. He was right behind her in his alt. mode.
She dove downward, engine shrieking, madly speeding towards the ground. He was just behind her, trying to reach her. She deactivated her thrusters, partly transformed, then powered them on, flying horizontally through the maze of towers. He performed the same maneuver, never losing sight of her.
The black and red jet spun around a spiral, getting behind him. She transformed, grabbed his tailfins, and yanked back. He transformed, kicked her in the faceplates, then lunged out, grabbing her shoulders and powering his thruster heels, slamming her back into the side of the tower. She yelped, kneeing him in the codpiece before punching his neck. He gasped, his grip on her loosening just enough for her to grasp his neck with both servos and knee him in the codpiece again. Then she punched him in the faceplates twice with a hard right hook, using the speed of her sire.
Before he could make a move to fight her back, she punched his cockpit, again and again, as hard as she could until it shattered. Her servo tore inside, grabbing whatever her digits wrapped around, and yanked on it. He cried out, his optics widening. He punched her in the faceplates, energon splattering from her mouth. A snarl spread over her visage before she yanked the wires, then kneed him in the codpiece. He grabbed her wing and pulled, tearing his digits into it.
"Submit or I tear these out. None of them are vital, but it will hurt like hell." She growled with gritted denta.
"Submit or I tear your wing off." He snarled.
Dawnstar flicked her one free wing before tearing the wires right out, energon spewing from the flailing ends. Eclipse cried out from the horrible pain, retaliating by ripping her wing off with two brutal yanks. She screamed, arching her backstrut as her optics filled with static.
She took the bundle of wires she still held and shoved it into his mouth before punching him again. Then she powered on her thrusters, flew out of his hold, flipped over him, and grabbed his wings from behind. He began to reached back, but she burned her thrusters to the max, growling as she pulled with everything she had. He was forced with her, trying to twist around to grab her, but she tore one wing off and part of the other. He yelped, finally able to grab her leg and hold her as he lifted his thruster heels up. He slammed her down onto the balcony just below them, getting on top of her, but she put her thruster heel to his cockpit and activated it. He screamed as the fire from her thruster burned his delicate insides, causing him to fall back clutching his cockpit. She wasted no time in getting on top of him, grasping his neck, and flaring her remaining wing.
"Submit to me!" She barked, her optics narrowed and glowing.
He panted, moaning from the pain, working on figuring what to do next. She reached into his cockpit and grabbed whatever she could. He swallowed, hesitated, then removed his codpiece.
She smirked, removing her servo from his cockpit to grasp his spike, squeezing it painfully. He clenched his jaws, never breaking optic contact with her. She removed her own codpiece, gently forcing his spike into her. Her servo wrapped around his neck, her legs straddling either side of his hips. She sat upright on him, pinning him down by the neck, rocking slowly. He kept his gaze, his one wing flicking. Then she started to thrust down on him, keeping it to an angle so it brought only discomfort to him. He whimpered as his spike was bent and pounded down on in such a savage manner, his servos holding her waist. She panted softly, leaning forward and biting him on the neck cables hard enough to dent them and cause them to leak. He whined, finally averting his optics in submission to her, his frame becoming limp, accepting his position beneath her.
She smiled, biting him for a bit longer before sitting upright again. She continued dominating him for about half a breem. Then, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lip plates.
"Till the bitter end, my beautiful brother." She said softly, smiling at him.
He swallowed, still in a lot of pain. "Till the bitter end." He said barely louder than a whisper, his energon covered servo reaching up to cup her cheekplates. "Primus… You can fight." He smirked. "I like that."
Dawnstar gave a dry chuckle, kissing him again. "Told you I was going to be trineleader. Just like my sire. And probably his sire before him."
"And I imagine any creations we have will all be trineleaders."
"Oh, definitely." She nodded.
"I love you."
"Love you, too." She kissed him again, then nuzzled her olfactory sensor against his. "Let's get to medbay."
"Good idea."
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker flew up using jetpacks to the level that their home was on. Sunstreaker had started to use a jetpack ever since moving to Vos, since he refused to have Sideswipe or a Seeker carry him around.
The twins were talking about their plans of starting a business for Sideswipe. It was going well, and they just needed to find some suppliers, which wouldn't be too difficult. Sideswipe put in the code and the Autobots entered the living room.
"Hey, guys, your sire is h-" He stopped, his optics widening. "What the hell is going on?!" He bellowed.
Dawnstar, freshly repaired and out of medbay, was lying on the couch, Eclipse, also repaired, over her and thrusting into her missionary style. The Seeker femme was loudly moaning and writhing beneath him, both of their wings fluttering from stimulation.
She looked up, smirking. "Hey, Sides. Guess, oh, what! Eclipse and I, hah, are trinemates! I'm the trineleader, and now we are bonding to, hah, strengthen our relationship. Wanna join?"
Sideswipe just glared at Eclipse. He knew this was normal Seeker behavior and that it didn't mean she was leaving him, it just was hard for him to share his mate. Especially since polygamy was frowned upon in grounder society.
"I'm going to my room." The red twin grounded out, stomping towards the stairs.
"Are you mad?" Dawnstar asked slowly, her wings drooping.
"I'm not mad. I'm pissed." He grunted, then stopped. "Why the hell are they here?!"
"What?" Thunderbolt looked up at him from his datapad.
"We're not doing anything." Skyraider defended them.
"Why the hell are you all sitting here watching your carrier frag!?" Sideswipe yelled hysterically.
"Yeah, we got 'The Talk' when we were all ten stellar cycles of age and have seen other Seekers frag." Starblade shrugged.
"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE YOUR CREATORS FRAG!"
"We're not intently watching them, sire." Skyraider said slowly. "We're hanging out and she just happens to be bonding there. Calm thy tits."
"You are not allowed to use my other world slang on me!" He shouted.
"Sideswipe…" Dawnstar rolled her optics, still being thrust into by Eclipse who hadn't once slowed down in the act. "It's fine. Seekers can watch their creators frag once they are told. As dad says, it's all natural. Chillax."
"I WILL NOT!"
"Sideswipe," Eclipse said, looking back at him while still humping. "I'm glad to have been accepted by Dawnstar and I look forward to getting to know you better."
"Go frag yourself." He spat.
Dawnstar flicked her wings, optics narrowing. "Be nice, Sideswipe. I'll have you recharge on the couch."
"Not the one you're on right now!"
"Sunstreaker, can you, hah, make him go away?" She asked the yellow twin.
"Hmm." He grunted, walking by her and going towards Sideswipe.
"I'll frag you two later! Promise!" She called after them.
Sideswipe stomped up the stairs with his brother, grumbling many nasty curses he had learned from Ratchet. Sunstreaker raised an optical ridge, following him.
"Dad's pissed." Moonlight said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, hah, he's just bitter that I'm the one getting this handsome hunk to pound into me and he's just left hanging." Dawnstar panted.
"And to kiss you." Eclipse smiled before pressing his lip plates against hers.
She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Thunderbolt looked up, his wings perking. "Starblade, someone's here for you."
Starblade looked over her shoulder at the window, smirking at what she saw. She stood up and walked to the door, palming it open. She was immediately greeted with a bouquet of crystal flowers.
"Hello, Hypersonic." She fluttered her wings, taking the bouquet.
Hypersonic fluttered his wings, smiling so broadly. "Hello, gorgeous." He said softly, so nervous about courting her. He had been doing so for stellar cycles, but it still made him so anxious every time he spoke to her.
Starblade glanced back at her carrier, seeing her with her new trinemate and how happy she was. She turned back to Hypersonic, slyly smirking, looking just like her grandsire. "Hyper…" She stepped towards him, getting her faceplates in his. "We've been doing this same routine few quite some time, you know."
He nodded. "Yeah, w-we have." He stuttered.
Her smirk broadened. "I think," She whispered in a concupiscent vocalizer. "That we should take it to the next step already."
"A-and you mean…?"
She subspaced the bouquet before passionately kissing him on the lip plates, holding the back of his helm. His optics widened for a moment before his wings fluttered. He rested his servos on her waist, holding her close.
"I want you." She said, breaking the kiss. "I want you to be mine till the bitter end."
He nodded, trembling from excitement. "And I want you to be mine till the bitter end."
She smiled, resuming their mad kiss, beginning their own trining.
Overheated, exhausted, rumbling bitterly, his engine growled, relieved when he finally transformed and landed. He had not recharged in several orbital cycles, his vocalizer sore from yelling at so many, never resting as he searched. He had spoken to every person he saw once he had entered the city, gone into every bar, brothel, store, and anywhere else someone would gather. He had spoken to local authorities, to doctors, to Syk dealers, and to the low lives of the streets. He had threatened, beaten, and struck fear in most who he held a conversation with. He had been attacked, chewed out, and wounded. But, he never slowed down. Not when he was so close.
Thruster heels clanked loudly against the cold street, the dim street lamps lighting his way through the darkness as the heavens unleashed a downpour of cold rain. He stopped at the spot so many had directed him to, his wings perking, optics dim from lack of fuel. He raised a servo and knocked, the wait killing him on the inside.
The door opened after nearly a klik, blood red optics eagerly looking up at the faceplates before him. Water dripping from every point on the jet, some of it steaming off his heated plates.
"What do you want, Seeker?" Was the gruff vocalizer that greeted him.
Starstreak studied him, noting every detail. He held his wings high, keeping a proud pose. "Are you Shatterblade?"
The large grounder didn't answer immediately. "Why does it matter to you who I am?"
Starstreak paused before speaking. "Because… I am Seeker Starstreak of Uraya." He was silent a moment. "I am your son."
Poor baby Starscream... Remember in Filia when Megatron raped Starscream in front of Skywarp and Thundercracker and Starscream told Skywarp? His carrier said the same thing to him when she was raped in front of him.
Yes, Starscream has always been a fighter. :)
Poor Skyfire... He can never get a break... But, waking up with sexy Seeker aft in your face isn't the WORST thing that could happen to someone. :P
Prowl is getting closer to the truth. Oh noes! :O
Seekers are so violent when it comes to love affairs. XD So, yes, Starblade will be fighting Hypersonic after they frag each other. Such is the way of the Seekers.
Yay! Starstreak found his "daddy" at long last! :D