Early update, people, because our muses simply would not leave us alone until we got this out. This time, there's a bit of plot that got stuck in the porn, and it's frankly spawning an entire universe of interesting things.
We know a few of you have been waiting for this one. :)
Pairing: Thundercracker/Sunstreaker
Warnings for this chapter: D/s, violence, sticky, recalled dubcon, oral, rough interfacing, crossfaction, and more than a little H/C
Big shoutout to my co-author and RP partner; she does the Lambos, I do the Seekers. (Though, strictly speaking, they're "doing" each other, enthusiastically.)
Disclaimer: Not ours, we just really like making them do wonderfully perverted things.
That lousy, fragged up, processor glitch of a pit-spawn had shut him out in the middle of a fragging battle! What the frag was wrong with his brother! Did something go wrong up there? Sunstreaker couldn't see from his own position on the battlefield. Sideswipe had been higher up and in the canyon, while he himself was set on the flat expanse of earth just outside of the canyon mouth. His worry for his brother fueled his anger and he was relentless with his barrage on Brawl, slamming his fist over and over against the Combaticon's face until he dropped. 'Frag it all, Sideswipe, where are you!'
Thundercracker was annoyed. Very, very annoyed. His trineleader and his glitched-up wingmate had disappeared again, with no sign of either. He had a sneaking suspicion of where they'd gotten off to, though, and it frankly fragged TC off. Of course, the Coneheads were in the sky, but TC figured that they would at best serve as cannon fodder for the Aerialbots, and at worst get in his way when he went to find out where the slag those two had gotten off to, in the middle of a battle no less. He knew what Starscream had been up to lately...he didn't exactly disagree with it, because TC honestly didn't believe in the war anymore as it was, but still...Megatron would deactivate them if he knew. The blue Seeker dipped lower in the sky, a flash of yellow catching his optics. Where yellow was, red was not far away...except for now. TC hmmed and swooped lower to investigate.
Sunstreaker cursed, yanking at the annoying little cassette twin (Frenzy, he noted) that had leapt on his helm and flinging him across the a distance to smack Astrotrain in his faceplates, freeing Smokescreen to break away and get to Warpath who was having an issue with two of the Constructicons. He swung around, searching for something else to take his frustration on. Hmmm... Motormaster was making an enticing target at the moment. And without a second thought, he began the rush across the blank expanse between him and the 'Con Semi.
*What a dumbaft.* Thundercracker thought to himself, watching the pretty golden grounder rush that psychotic semi that had likely been sparked in the deepest layer of the Pit. * A slagging waste, that's what it is. Talented and beautiful...* Thundercracker was flying toward him without a second thought to what he was doing, strafing laser fire away from anything alive and sentient. TC rarely, if ever, fired on anything, not even Autobots. He swooped down, tranforming in midair between Sunstreaker and Motormaster. "You ignorant aft, he'll deactivate you! And that'll be after he rips your head off and exchanges it with your aft! Motormaster despises beautiful things..." TC knew then that he'd said way too much.
Sunstreaker slid to a stop as soon as the blue jet set down, face pulled into a snarl and ready to demand that he move. Then it registered just who he was speaking too and without concious permission on his part his mind went back to Starscream's declaration a few weeks ago.
/If Thundercracker knew, he positively would not leave you alone. Wingnut /wants/ you, Sun./
He blinked stupidly for several moments, faceplates heating slightly. Thundercracker's words registered and he preened despite himself. "Well, I... uh..." And then something smacked into the back of his helm (Laserbeak. Soundwave and his pit-spawned cassettes!) reminding him of exactly where they were.
"Oh for Primus' sake." Thundercracker simply grabbed Sunstreaker under the arms and took off with him, getting him out of Motormaster's immediate reach. ::Now don't complain. I'm not going to harm you.:: he commed. ::I...I don't usually hurt people without provocation, not anymore. I...wanted to get you to relative safety, since your brother isn't here to help you...:: TC cursed himself for a thrice damned fool for running off at the vocaliser to Sunny, who likely didn't give a half-breem frag about his motives.
Sunstreaker, however, was clinging to the jet. Unlike his brother, he had no jetpack system to break a fall. And his parachutes happened to be in the medbay getting repaired still. They might call him crazy, but he wasn't stupid. Besides, it really wasn't all that bad, being close to a strong, warm body at least a third bigger than himself and... And he apparently had been supressing this more than he'd care to admit aloud. ::Better not fragging drop me, slagger.:: He growled, if only for appearances.
::I'm not going to drop you. If anything, it'd be a waste of spare parts. And my glorious trineleader would personally offline me if I was involved in hurting either of you to begin with.:: Thundercracker admitted, heading quickly toward a dusty-looking abandoned mine.
Sunstreaker went stiff, a sense of some betrayal flashing through him. He was silent, dread permeating his EM field. ::what did he tell you... exactly?:: He bit out.
Thundercracker landed next to the opening, depositing the frontliner on the ground rather gently. "Nothing much, why? Was he supposed to? I do know he's rather fond of you and your brother..." TC's lips twisted into a slight smile at that, and he shrugged. "I told him that I am fascinated by you."
Sunstreaker pulled away to hide the relief that replaced the dread in his field. He stood, looking down and grimacing at his battered armor. Then he stood straght and proud again, haughty look that could rival Mirage in place. "Fascinated by me?" He cocked an optic ridge. "Oh really?"
Thundercracker raised an optic ridge and folded his arms in front of him, unfazed by the arrogance. "Yes. I am. Is there a problem?" The blue Seeker was determined to do this right...
He snorted, planting his servos on his hips, smirking. "Not at all. I mean, who wouldn't be?" And he meant that. He knew he was beautiful. There was no reason he shouldn't be admired.
"Beautiful, but an aft." TC remarked softly, without anger or rancor. "Still, I'm Seeker enough to picture you squirming in overload at my hands..."
"You say aft, I say fact." Sunstreaker rebutted, his voice laced with certainty and solidarity. He eyed the blue Seeker apprasingly. If he were truthful with himself, he could admit there was an air with which Thundercracker carried himself that had always held his attention more than the others. Starscream was better looking, maybe, smaller and more delicate, but the artist in Sunstreaker appreciated the broadness of Thundercracker's frame, how the sleek curves appeared powerful all at once, how the Seeker's air of calm belied the doubts he had... Sunstreaker's engine purred with his consent and he cut it off with a sharp huff. "And what makes you honestly think that I'll just let you have your way with me?"
TC merely tilts his head, that small smile gracing full lips. "Why wouldn't you?" His wings twitch idly in the wind, that same smile never leaving. "You need to let go of your control. I am the only one strong enough to hold it." His deep voice rumbled, literally like the thunder he took his designation from.
Sunstreaker fought of the shudder, struggling to not break composure. He frowned, icy optics flashing in calculation. "Think highly of yourself, don't you, TC?"
"I do, because I am comfortable enough with myself and my function to know. Do you know what you want, Sunstreaker?" Thundercracker was effortlessly dominating without being overpowering, calm, self-assured, and he moves closer to the golden twin, his deep garnet optics flaring in want. "I know what I want." he repeated. "I want you."
"Everybody does." Sunstreaker replied whiplike. He backed up jsut a bit, uncertainty warring with want. Thundercracker was attractive. Sunstreaker wanted him. This he could admit. But giving up control... Just like that? Starscream was one thing. Thundercracker was another. He hardly had reason to trust him other than Starscream's word and... And Starscream really hadn't lied to him yet, despite the fact he was SIC onf the entire Decepticon army... He bit his bottom lip lightly in thought.
"Everyone thinks that they want you." Thundercracker corrected. "Then they find that there is a person beneath the gorgeous face, a person that is not quite what they expect." He didn't move into Sunny's personal space, not yet. To TC, this wouldn't be worth it unless he gave in freely, whether it be by choice, through a fight, or whatever Sunstreaker decided would prove that Thundercracker was worthy of his attentions.
Sunstreaker stiffened, his faceplates morphing into a scowl. "Got a fragging mouth on you, don't you?" He replied bitterly.
Thundercracker shrugged. "I speak what is. Your lips say one thing, your body, another." He stood there thinking for a few moments, then nodded to himself. Wide, dark wings blocked out the glare of sunlight as TC approached Sunstreaker, a thoughtful expression on his face. One hand reached out to grasp Sunny's chin, a firm but gentle hold. "You will be mine. Not forever, but certainly once. Possibly more. You just don't know it yet."
Sunstreaker grit his denta, the sting of the words still fresh and he yanked his chin free before backing up several paces. "Like to see you try." He spat, crouching for a fight.
TC's optics narrowed, and he nods once more. "I do not try, Sunstreaker." With that, he rushes the frontliner, somewhat glad that his relative frame size would be an asset here, as well as his hand-to-hand training.
Sunstreaker was prepared, arms flying up to slam at Thundercracker's shoulders before they collided. He shifted his weight forward so he wasn't knocked on his aft.
Thundercracker's arms pushed Sunstreaker's away, keeping him from grabbing what is a liability to any flier- his wide, sweeping wings. He kicked out with his left leg, turning in a half-circle pivot and jabbed his right arm forward, hoping to catch Sunstreaker unaware with the dual assault. TC knew quite well that Sunstreaker had been a pit fighter of some renown, and as such, this would not be easy.
Sunstreaker felt his arms shoved aside and reacted on pure instinct, both sweeping down in across to block the kick, although the arm coming at him was a surprise. It impacted his shoulder, knocking him back a step. Impressive. Thundercracker had some skill in hand-to-hand then. A gleeful smirk lit up Sunstreaker's face, a rush like he hadn't felt since the pits slamming into him and he crouched again before lunging at the flier's waist.
Thundercracker turned just slightly, enough to deflect what could have been a blow that would have knocked him down into something a bit more painful but less damaging. His wings flicked higher, sweeping backward on their hinges, and that calm smile never left his face. He ducked low as well, not aiming for Sunstreaker's midsection, but for his legs instead. He prepared for a countertrip maneuver, though, setting himself up to actually roll across the dirt...something he hoped he wouldn't have to do, as it hurt like Pit with wings.
The wings flicking back had caught Sunstreaker's attention. It apparently served as the perfect distraction. As he made to aim for them, he felt Thundercracker impact his legs and his knees buckled inwards, throwing him backwards onto his back, jarring him and setting his audials ringing and throwing his visual feed into static for several moments.
Thundercracker purred in approval, his strong hands pinning Sunstreaker's above his head, his form pressed flush against the frontliner's. TC's systems were obviously heated, and definitely for more reasons than their little battle. "You will submit to me, Sunstreaker." He lowered his face to nip delicately at Sunny's right helm-fin, his turbines whirling.
"The pit I will!" The frontliner snarled, twisting and trying to throw the Seeker off. This was... doing something to him and it scared him. His spark screamed at him to let the other in, give up control completely. Thundercracker was different than Starscream in that when he took control he had full control. And it scared Sunstreaker that he found himself craving it. He was in no way less dominant. He still very much preferred his spike as good as Starscream had made his valve feel. He supposed that was what scared him most.
Thundercracker was right.
He needed control taken from him from time to time. Something his twin could never do. Starscream had given him balance... but had not taken control.
"You will." promised the Seeker, his gaze almost as penetrating and heavy as his form was atop Sunstreaker. Cords in his arms stood out as he continued to hold Sunny there, his hands still pinning Sunstreaker's, Thundercracker's lips just a breath away from Sunny's audials. "You want this. Don't you." The deep rumble was almost a whisper, as loud as the ocean, and sent shivers down TC's own form. Primus, but he wanted Sunstreaker. He knew that he needed to take, to claim. Starscream was too easy, and Skywarp didn't even care one way or the other. Only something worth fighting for was worth having.
This time, Sunstreaker couldn't fight the shiver that made his plating rattle. Thundercracker's venting brushed against his senstive audial fins, into the slats, caressing circuitry underneath. His gaze focused on the sky sullenly and he tugged at his wrists. "You're a flitter-glitch."
Thundercracker actually laughed at that. The full-body shiver made his form move right along with Sunstreaker's, his panel brushing against Sunny's in a way that TC himself found incredibly distracting. "Flitter-glitch, hm. Well, you, Sunstreaker...you are mine. At least for right now." And with that, TC brought his lips to Sunny's in a thorough kiss, his glossa first brushing and then demanding entrance into Sunstreaker's mouth.
Sunstreaker kept his lips stubbornly pressed together. He wasn't giving in just yet. Oh no. Thundercracker would have to work for it. His feet braced on the ground, arms pulling as tight as they could in Thundercracker's (surprisingly stronger) hold and he bucked up.
A slightly surprised gasp escaped TC's control at Sunstreaker's action, and he held on tight, rolling them across the ground. The dusty surface snagged his left wing hard, and he hissed in pain, garnet optics flickering. "Still fighting me. No matter. I will have you." Thundercracker dug his long, elegant fingers into Sunstreaker's shoulder seams, pulling him close all while he slammed him down onto the ground. His form covered the golden twin, pressing down wherever their plating touched.
Sunstreaker grunted, the slam jarring his processors again, and he shook his helm before letting his now free servos grab at the vents to either side of TC's helm and shoving.
Thundercracker threw his head back, using his slightly longer reach as an advantage. That had hurt, but his systems were running hotter than ever...and he guessed that Sunstreaker was as well, by the look in his icy optics and the ferocity in his movements. He swung his legs on either side of Sunstreaker, catching his hands again in a fierce struggle, pinning his form with his bulk. He leaned down, meeting Sunstreaker's gaze without the slightest flinch. "Give in to me." With those words, he activated his sonics, a low rolling pulse of barely-audible sound sweeping through the both of them in a tide.
The rumbling caused his plating to vibrate, making a spark deep moan play on his glossa and slip through his lips as his optics flared and he writhed. He kicked out, legs all but useless when the Seeker was straddling his waist out of his reach. "Oh frag!" He hissed, panting.
Sunstreaker's moan caused TC to tremble, slightly- the movements of the frontliner's legs meant nothing now, and the look on his face was purely gorgeous. "Will you submit to me?" Another pulse, deeper, rattling Thundercracker's wings in a flurry of clicking noises.
He twisted, in the Seeker's grasp, a high whine replacing the moan. That vibrating was going to drive him CRAZY. He wanted it to stop, but he didn't want it to stop! "Yes!" It was the only word that popped into his head, anything to end this sweet sweet torture...!
"Good." The word came out in a low purr that ended only when Thundercracker's lips sealed themselves to Sunstreaker's once more, this time fully confident that he would taste, conquer, and claim what he sought. The sonics eased off, just a little, as TC's glossa traced the lines of Sunny's mouth. He switched both of Sunstreaker's hands into one of his, and Thundercracker began to make a devastating map of Sunny's form with his fingertips, scraping just this side of paint-marring, digging into the seams with precision.
The golden warrior gasped, back arching and legs kicking out again in a reflex reaction. His optics fluttered shut and he groaned, tugging at the hands holding him down even as he tried to press his frame more firmly into the digits exploring his frame.
"You like that, do you? Answer me, Sunstreaker." TC's tone was soft, almost muffled as he nipped hard at Sunstreaker's neck cabling, his hand brushing over the scorching hot panel between Sunstreaker's thighs. He traced lightly around it, over it, sucking on Sunny's neck cabling, aiming to mark him, at least for a short time.
"Yes!" Sunstreaker growled, twisting with the feel of those dominating touches. "Frag you to the pit!" And even still, he tilted his helm back to give the Seeker more room to play, more cables to violate in that oh so good way...
Thundercracker's cooling fans whirred loudly, and the sonic rumble kicked up again for a few seconds before TC regained control of it, panting through his mouth to cool himself. "Open. Now. Are you ready for me, Sunstreaker?" Those fingers dug into the seam of Sunny's interface panel, his grip on Sunstreaker's wrists almost hard enough to dent. TC's own cover slid aside, revealing a dark blue spike, slightly larger than Starscream's and a hell of a lot larger than Sideswipe's. It bumped against Sunny's thigh, trailing a streak of translucent fluid in its wake.
He yelped, pelvis jumping into the sharp, demanding touch. He knew what Thundercracker wanted, the hard spike saying it all. His mouth twisted in a nervous tick he had never quite gotten rid of. He shifted, trying to get Thundercracker to shift as well so he could look him in the optic.
Thundercracker met Sunstreaker's gaze, unflinching, hand coming up to trace those lips. He pressed himself against Sunny's pelvic plating, and the soft, low whisper seemed to come from everywhere at once. "I want you, and I get what I want, Sunstreaker."
He repressed the shiver again, optics never looking away. "I don't get spiked." Sunny stated flatly. Then he amended, "Much."
"You will tell me if I injure you, then." There was no talk of Sunstreaker getting out of, it, there was only calm determination, those hands on Sunny's plating, and Thundercracker's turbines whirring in a seductive buzz that made his wings shiver. "If I release your hands, will I have to recapture you?" He nipped at Sunny's bottom lip with that, sucking on it lightly.
Sunstreaker swallowed oral lubricant to re-wet his intakes. "Depends..." He breathed. "On how good you can make it." His panel snapped open with a snap, the sound echoing in his processor. No backing out now.
Thundercracker growled low in his chest, releasing Sunstreaker's wrists. His right hand slipped downward to test Sunstreaker's readiness, plunging two fingers inside with a long, powerful thrust, his thumb on the outer sensory nub, other fingers teasing the rim. "I will make it good. I will make it good enough that you scream for me, beg me not to stop." Those lips dove down to the unmarked side of Sunstreaker's neck cabling, nipping sharply.
A pained hiss left Sunstreaker's lips, valve not quite ready for the sudden penetration. He hadn't used his valve since Starscream had taken him so many weeks ago and it had reset to its original setting. His thighs shifted further apart, giving Thundercracker more room to work and he gripped at the Seeker's upper arms before one hand shot for a wing hinge and tweaked. "Love to see you try, 'Con."
"I don't try, Sunstreaker..." Thundercracker arched into the touches- there wasn't a Seeker sparked that didn't enjoy wingplay, and TC was no exception. His fingers spread slightly, the tips seeking out internal nodes and sensors, thrusting in and out with a smooth, strong motion. He dipped inside with his thumb for a moment, coating it in Sunny's own lubricant, then returning to run its slick surface over that outer node in a quick flicking motion. The pads of his other fingers teased the outer rim some more, pressing barely downward to stretch Sunny wide enough to take what Thundercracker had to give him.
The strangled moan leaving Sunstreaker's throat was followed by an involuntary buck upwards to sink those digits further. His valve was lubricating rather quickly now, valve trying to clamp on those strong fingers as a response to being stretched so quickly.
"Nice. You make incredibly stimulating sounds." Thundercracker whispered, slipping in another finger and slamming in hard, the warm wetness almost enough to drive him crazy. TC's spike almost pulsed, leaking freely all over Sunstreaker's thigh, and he dipped his free hand down, tracing a path in his own fluids, and brought them to Sunstreaker's lips.
It wasn't even a conscious thought, Sunstreaker's lips parting to pull the black digits into his mouth. His frame jerked with the force, servos tightening, one over the wing hinge, the other having made its way to clamp over the leading edge. He moaned around them, glossa lashing against them to taste the strong tang that was Thundercracker.
Thundercracker cries out loudly, the stimulation breaking that tight control for a moment before he shakily regained his composure, looking into ice blue optics as he withdrew his fingers from Sunstreaker's valve, replacing it with the blunt head of his spike, rubbing across the entrance, their fluid already mixing due to both of their arousal. "Last chance, Sunstreaker. Once I have you, I will want you again." His spike brushed against that sensitive cluster, slicking it up further, sliding its head around the soaked opening.
"Frag it, you expect me to decide NOW?" Sunstreaker snarled, digits hooking the Seeker's collar plating and yanking him down for a harsh kiss.
Thundercracker immediately took control of the kiss, his glossa tangling with Sunstreaker's as his spike slid so slowly inside Sunny, raking across those internal nodes, pouring the charge through the pair of them...and transmitting those sonics straight into the frontliner's valve, a warm low thrum that increased every time TC thrust inward, fighting his urge to just bury himself inside Sunstreaker. "You-really don't do this often...so tight, Sunstreaker...nngh!"
"Told -hngh!- you!" He replied through gritted denta. "Don't get spiked!" His joints were locked in place, thighs spread impossibly wide by Thundercracker's broad hips. "Frag..." He said shakily. TC was bigger than Starscream! It was almost painful.
Thundercracker finally hilts himself inside Sunstreaker's almost painfully tight valve, and he rested there for a moment, circling his hips in a slow grind that would both give Sunny time to adjust as well as tease all the really deep sensors inside him. His wings were raised high on his back, deep red optics locked onto Sunstreaker's face, watching for any sign of true pain or resistance. "Relax." he ordered, slowing the grind, still moving but barely so. "The only pain I give you will be that which you request or earn."
He tried to relax, as the Seeker said, imagining the way his brother did. It was a lot harder than it looked, apparently. His digits clenched tight and he gasped with each little grind, but soon his valve wasn't clenching quite so hard. He panted, squirming, trying to get the Seeker to move or something and stop teasing those nodes, fraggit!
When Sunstreaker finally began pressing back against Thundercracker, his own hips moving in time to the grinding motions, TC knew he was ready for more. His optics remained instensely focused on Sunstreaker's, garnet on ice. He slid out, slowly at first, then back inside, hands holding Sunstreaker's hips down to the ground. The drag was exquisite. Thundercracker could feel every node, every ripple, and he was fighting his instinct to ram himself in and be done with it. But this was not Starscream, this was someone...different. Perhaps someone worthy. He would see. Could Sunny take his intensity when he finally lost control?
Sunstreaker whined, fighting Thundercracker's hold on his hips to meet the seeker thrust for thrust. his servos tugged on plating, fingers digging under seams to tug at wires and his optics, fierce with his pleasure and dignity, smoldered up at him. There was something different about this encounter than the one with Starscream. Thundercracker was a force demanding to be obeyed where Starscream tentatively asked before taking control.
The look in Sunstreaker's optics sent a shiver through Thundercracker, and he increased his pace, the blunt head of his spike knocking softly against the node in the back of Sunstreaker's valve. Sunny's fingers digging into his plating made his backstrut arch, and a long, low moan escaped TC's lips. He released Sunstreaker's hips, scooping his legs up to hook over his elbows, driving in just a little harder, just a little faster.
A sound that was half moan half yelp was pulled from his vocals before being stifled with a grunt as his knees met his chest plating for a moment. But that /angle/. The slick slide of Thundercracker's spike into his valve had him scrabbling to get some control back, legs useless now with the angle. This was new and he was trying to feel his way around it, optics still cycled wide with his surprise.
Thundercracker hissed at the wide-opticked look Sunstreaker gave him, the low rumble of his sonics increasing yet again with the image that now seemed to be burned into his processor. He bore down upon the Autobot, delving deeper, jerking up at the last second, his spike twitching in want, bumping every tiny ridge and nub inside Sunstreaker's valve. "So beautiful under me, Sunstreaker."
Sunstreaker cried out, his digits now clawing at the dirt beneath him. The angle, being bent nearly in half and the tension this put on his frame was exquisite! And yet still it wasn't enough. With a flash of his optics, faceplates heated to a dull pink glow, he smirked as best he could at Thundercracker. "Come on, TC." He goaded. "Screamer tell you I fragged him twice? Well he fragged me once, too." He goaded. "Was pretty good. Can you do better?"
Thundercracker looked back in surprise; Starscream had had Sunny like this? For one, Star didn't spike hardly anyone. For two, Sunstreaker had willingly given himself to his trineleader? "I can. He comes back to me for...control, when he needs to release it." Several hard thrusts punctuated that statement, Thundercracker stared down at Sunny, lips parted in a slow grin. "Tell me how it feels." The tone was an order, a demand.
"Like you're fragging me." Sunstreaker attempted a snort, but it didn't come out quite like he wanted it too. Not with a deep moan following shortly after. His valve was stretched so impossibly wide and it burned in such an intense way...
"How do you want it, Sunstreaker? Hard?" A deep thrust, slamming with pleasure/pain into that cluster at the back of Sunstreaker's valve. "Fast?" Short, shallow thrusts, the friction almost undoing the Seeker right then and there. "Slow, intense, or all of that at once?" His optics flared at Sunny's moan, and he answered it with one of his own.
The mech squirmed, unable to answer bast the cries. "Primus! Just frag me!" He managed, trying to gain leverage, to push back into the Seeker. "Make me lose my mind."
Thundercracker's backstrut snapped forth at that, and he growled. He drove himself into Sunstreaker, nipping harshly at that cable he'd marked earlier. "You will see only me, feel only me in this moment, Sunstreaker." Thundercracker's accent became more pronounced, the deep tones rolling over the two of them in a tide. The harsh thrusts made TC shake, soft gasps ecaping him now, unstifled now.
Sunstreaker writhed, moaning and crying out as each brutal thrust compressed the very back sensors in his valve. He could feel the way his valve would clench down, trying to keep the seeker in but release as he pulled back out, the sound of their hips meeting loud in the space. His peds kicked helplessly in the air, helm thrown back by the Thundercracker's own helm. "Oh Primus, oh please! Fragging please, you son of a fragging glitched motherboard!" His frame moved, scraping up against the ground with each thrust. "THUNDERCRACKER!"
"That's right, beg me for your release." Thundercracker's voice dropped into a snarl, and he drove in as hard as he could, his hands drawing Sunstreaker's hips forcefully toward him just as he thrust inward, slamming into the back of Sunstreaker's port, the wet glide sending wracking shudders through his frame. Dark blue wings trembled wildly, and TC's optics were bright, penetrating almost more than the hot, hard spike that impaled the golden twin.A gathering something, almost staticky, began to coalesce in the area, almost tangible in its intensity. The vibrations traveled deep into Sunstreaker, and Thundercracker seemed to be on the edge of something, something he couldn't resist any longer...
He was close, oh so tantalizingly close, but he wasn't going over yet and it was driving him fragging insane! "Please, frag you!" He snarled, denta clenched. "You want me to beg, I'll fragging beg! Just...!" A wordless sound of desperation filled the space between them, followed closely by a string of pleas and wants and curses. One of Sunstreaker's hands dug furrows in the dirt, the other grabbing Thundercracker's wing and twisting.
"Sunstreaker..." Thundercracker moaned loudly, low and long, and that's when he lost it. He balanced the frontliner's legs on his shouldervents, pinning him bodily to the ground with all of his strength. With the new angle, he drilled Sunny to the ground, each gasp, moan, and curse spurring him to go harder, faster, more intensely...and his lips met Sunstreaker's just as the sonic boom went off, blanketing their sensors in an intense vibrating white noise, transfluid jetting into the deepest recesses of Sunstreaker's valve in a torrent of white-hot lust. "Sunstreaker, yes, mine now.." he moaned incoherently, still moving inside the golden warrior, determined to give him one of the best overloads of his function.
There was no moving, no way to push back against the Seeker. There was no battle. No factions. Nothing else in Sunstreaker's world at that moment other than the intense, raw emotion, the ground he was pinned to, the jet pinning him there and the hard, fast, riding on painful slamming of the spike impaling him over and over and over again. When the sonic boom went off it set every node in his body singing, his back bowing so far it lifted the Seeker above him. His mouth opened, the cry of Thundercracker's name lost in the noise around them as his visual feed blanked and his valve clamped down, milking Thundercracker's spike. So intense was the overload that he went offline.
The clamp and rush and rippling of Sunstreaker's valve made Thundercracker keen aloud, and then he noticed blearily that his new lover was offlined from the overload. He laughed quietly, touching Sunny's faceplates gently, and eased out of the warrior, fairly sure that he's damaged something in there with his force. He reminded himself that Sunstreaker had asked for it, that Thundercracker had given him the chance to back out and he had not taken it. The problem remained that Thundercracker did not want to give the Autobot up, now. He wrapped his arms around Sunny possessively, waiting for him to online.
It wasn't that long that he was out really. A few breems at best. But when he slowly onlined, groaning and voice thick with static, he was more than acutely aware of the ache in his valve as he tried to move. He grunted, booting and the rebooting his optical feed to a bright blue sky. "Frag, what hit me...?" he mumbled, half out of it.
"Sonic boom." Thundercracker said. "One of mine, because my overload was intense enough that I lost control of my sonics. If I inadvertently damaged you with it, I apologize." He noticed the faint wince when Sunstreaker moved, knowing that his valve was likely quite sore indeed. It was his place to treat that which he had caused.. "Sunstreaker, I have something that will ease your discomfort, if you wish it."
Sunstreaker grunted again, shifting in the Seeker's grip still too mellowed to really put up any fuss. He was sure he should care. He would care. Later. He felt far too good and content and heavy right now. "Sure..."
Thundercracker unsubspaced a small container and dipped his fingers in, spreading the cooling salve all over them. He then entered Sunstreaker again with those fingers, gently seeking out the roughened and sore areas, applying more gel as needed to soothe the ache. Well, part of the ache. Post-overload sensitivity was one thing; damage was another. His other arm still held Sunny close to him as his systems began to calm themselves.
A small whine exited Sunny's lips and he squirmed against his lover when the fingers entered him, stretching the sore walls again. Then he sighed with some relief as something cool spread across the walls, muting the burn and numbing some of the discomfort. He was slowly coming back to himself and he blinked in surprise when he realized Thundercracker still had an arm around his waist. He would never have pegged TC for a cuddle kind of mech.
"Better?" TC asked, concern plain in his optics. He'd removed his fingers to find a trace of energon, very little, but enough to know that he had indeed been rough with Sunstreaker. "As I said, I will not give you pain that you don't ask for or earn for yourself. This falls into that category, but it is also my duty to help relieve it, since it was not a punishment." TC's lips twist into a small grin. "How am I going to just walk away from you, Sunstreaker?"
"Um..." Sunstreaker had no answer for that. He didn't know if HE was going to be able to walk away himself. Something had shifted. Something big. He opened his mouth to try to answer again and the only thing he could come up with was... "We're at war. I'm still an Autobot and there isn't a fragging thing in the universe that'll make me be a 'Con."
He paused, something hitting him and he blinked at the jet. "What the frag do you mean by punishment?" He asked, optics narrowing as his panel snapped shut again, sticky mess and all.
Thundercracker tilted his helm. "That relates to my personal life, and how I deal with partners who agree to that kind of relationship. If you really wish to know I will tell you. As I am sure you are aware, I am the dominant partner in a relationship, in the berth. That does not mean that I am domineering. That does not mean I am abusive. It does mean that there are instances when I expect my words to be taken seriously, and if you choose not to..." The Seeker shrugged. "Discipline must be maintained. It can come in many forms, some of which may seem pleasurable on the surface...held on the edge of overload for a joor, for instance." TC laughed lightly. "I do not enter into this kind of relationship without consent, full consent. One must know what they are getting into."
Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge. This sounded... interesting. "So you wouldn't let a partner spike you?"
Thundercracker leveled his gaze upon Sunstreaker. "I didn't say that, now did I?" His lips twisted into a knowing grin.
A shudder tripped down Sunstreaker's back and his optics darkened with the possibilities. He couldn't move now, but in the future... And was he really considering this? He appraised the seeker, optics traveling up and down the seeker's form, taking in the blue paint with patches of gold on it now, their mess on their thighs, the mess on their abdominal plating where Sunstreaker's spike had overloaded. Yes. Yes he really was. His helm thunked against the Seeker's shoulder. "Well frag... I may just be convinced to let Seekers at my valve more often."
TC just looked at Sunstreaker, those deep red optics almost twinkling in the setting sun. "Seekers plural, or just one?" he asked. "I should think that you earned the right to have me in that way."
Sunstreaker shrugged. "Already let Screamer at me..." He grinned that grin he was so famous for. "Can you take as good as you give, TC?"
"Do you want to find out, Sunstreaker?" No way in Pit was Thundercracker going to admit that it had been...quite some time since he'd allowed anyone to take him in the valve. Last one to try had been Megatron, of all mechs, and he'd hated it.
Sunstreaker's engine revved, the idea heating him all over again. There was still some discomfort in his valve, but that was mostly numbed. "If I do?"
TC repeated, "You have earned it." The thought sent heat through his frame, wondering what Sunny's intensity was like when he took what he wanted instead of being made to accept control. Thundercracker was fairly sure he could remain in control even if Sunstreaker took him, but it might be difficult...
Keeping an eye on his lover's face, Sunstreaker pressed a hand against his shoulder and pushed a little until their positions were nearly switched. As soon as he was gazing down at his partner, he shivered again. "Anyone tell you how good you look, TC?"
Thundercracker answers honestly. "Not often, not being trined with Starscream. I fade into the background next to his...flamboyance." He wasn't sure how he felt on his back, but Sunstreaker's weight atop him wasn't uncomfortable in the least. He gazed into Sunny's optics, just as he had before, unafraid to show what lay behind them.
"Starscream's pretty..." Sunstreaker shrugged. "But I'm an artist, TC. I know how to look and see other things. And I find I like the more..." His optics raked down the Seeker's body, one hand stroking out over a wing. "Broad sweeps, than the smooth ones..."
TC gasps lightly, the soft touch unlike those his trinemates gave him. Starscream did everything roughly, being the sensation-seeker he was, and Skywarp lost his control so easily. "Really." His intakes sped up, trying to dissipate the heat rising within him.
"Have you seen my brother?" Sunstreaker replied seriously. "Sideswipe is second only to me, sure, but his angles are less smooth more... " He shrugged, not sure how to explain it. Quiet strength had always been more impressive to him than other things. He stared into Thundercracker's optics. "You're scared..." He said softly.
"I want you." Truth rang in Thundercracker's voice, but he didn't deny the statement. "I want you inside me." This, too, was true. He banished the images of their so-called commander having him, and really looked at Sunstreaker, moaning at the images that flitted across his processor. His glossa slid over his lips, almost as if tasting the golden mech again.
Sunstreaker grinned down, a mischievous light in his optics. "Do you?" He repeated, nipping at a pectoral vent and then running his glossa along the gated vent. Hot air blasted his face as well as the smell of ozone and transfluid. It was heady.
"I do." Thundercracker repeated, shivering lightly at the attention to his vents. A sensitive spot, often overlooked. His hands traveled around to stroke Sunny's back, encouraging silently. He resisted further movement. *Control. I will keep my control*, he thought.
"I think it's my turn to warn you..." Sunstreaker said, sliding his denta gently along the edge of the vent before moving to the other, "That I can be pretty... brutal. I've sent partners to Ratchet without meaning too..."
Thundercracker replied calmly, "If I feared that I would not be lying beneath you, Sunstreaker." He had heard the rumors of Sunny, had seen him in battle more times than he cared to think about. He knew the golden warrior was brutal in his fighting. It stood to show he would also be brutal in his 'facing. TC felt his valve clench in on itself, and it wasn't in fear. His trine could not do this for him, and he refused to be taken fully by one unworthy. He was convinced that Sunstreaker was worthy. His thighs parted willingly beneath Sunstreaker, his bared interface array bucking upward. His spike was retracted, almost painfully so, but his valve was bared, leaking just a little.
Sunstreaker groaned softly, shifting back to view the valve so willingly bared to him. His optics flashed brightly and then faded darker and he leaned close, smelling at Thundercracker's fluids. He grinned, liking what he was finding and breathed softly just into the opening.
TC almost yelped at that feeling; the sound morphed into a soft moan that sounded far more dignified than the loud, surprised cry. He canted his hips upward, towards Sunstreaker, a small trickle of lubricant running down his aft onto the hard ground. "Primus-" he swore, his wings rattling on the ground.
Sunstreaker snickered. Oh yeah, he was that good. Slowly, making sure to keep optic contact with the Seeker, he slowly lowered himself between the blue thighs, glossa extending to run around the leaking rim before dipping in shallowly.
Oh, sweet merciful Primus and his Seeker children. Thundercracker hadn't felt this in what felt like vorns, though surely it had been sooner than that. Those optics, icy and hot at the same time, along with Sunny's slick glossa delicately lapping at the rim of his valve made the Seeker stiffen, his valve clenching on almost nothing. "Want you." he panted, nearly trembling. "Take me. Now." His command was nowhere near as certain as it had been when he'd been on top; his voice was laced with static and the harsh gasps didn't quite give it the same quality, the same overtones of control.
Sunstreaker smirked, ignoring the breathless command, sliding his glossa completely in to jab the tip of his glossa against whatever nodes he could reach. His lips formed a seal at the valve's entrance, the thick fluid draining into his mouth and coating his throat with the taste that was purely Thundercracker.
"Nnnnnnnn!" Thundercracker offlined his optics briefly, lost in the feelings Sunstreaker was giving him, his inner thighs twitching and his valve contracting rhythmically in want, a need to be filled. Sunny's questing glossa found a cluster that pulsed when he licked it, and TC shook, two words escaping from his lips that even he was shocked to hear: "More, please."
The sound of a finely tuned, high powered racing engine filled the small ledge with the declaration. Oh, he liked that. He liked that a lot! He pressed his glossa firmly against the top wall and dragged it out, licking at the metal between spike and valve. He continued upwards, dragging the flat of his glossa through the mess on Thundercracker's abdomen, his own bitter fluids accenting the sweet tang of the seeker's. He made a show of pulling his glossa back into his mouth and sucking down the mixed fluids.
Dark garnet optics flared brightly in the dusk light, and Thundercracker reached out, grabbing Sunstreaker's arms. His systems were running hot, and despite the quiver in his voice, there was a hint of steel behind it. "I need you inside me. Please. If you do not, then I will shove you down and ride your spike until you fall offline again." This mental image sent more shudders down his backstrut, and he tried desperately to hold tight to his unraveling control, because he didn't know what was happening to him, why he was reacting this strongly.
Sunstreaker's panel unlatched again, what was left of the mess flooding down his thighs as his spike extended in all it's black and gold glory. He shifted forward, hands stroking firmly out over Thundercracker's wings. "Sounds like a threat to me..." He growled, spike playing across the entrance before barely pressing in. "I wonder how I should answer that..."
When the just the head of Sunstreaker's surprisingly well-proportioned spike slid past his barely-prepared entrance, that combined with those hands on his wings made him buck upward, a loud, wordless cry coming from his vocaliser, a cry shot through with static and a rumbling undertone much like he had before. "Just answer me!" he said, slightly rushed, his body trying to force him deeper. Oh, this wasn't like Megatron at all.
The buck nearly through him off, but he'd grasped Thundercracker's wing edges just in time and held on. "Too much already, TC?"
"No!" he moaned, the grasp on his wings very very close to driving him crazy. "Move. Now. Or I will just take my pleasure!" Thundercracker privately wondered if he could control his shuddering enough to actually flip them, though.
Giving the Seeker a hungry and predatory look, Sunstreaker pushed into the exquisite heat that had been dancing just at the tip of his spike. The fluids left over from his last overload and the fluids coming from Thundercracker's port now helped him ease in until he seated himself with a grunt. "Primus!" He breathed. "I think you do this about as much as I do!"
"Probably." Thundercracker gasped out, his valve contracting and clenching on Sunstreaker's length. "Though I haven't had Starscream frag me recently." he teased gently, rocking his hips into Sunny as best he can. He can almost feel the unspoken questions. "You won't break me." he said calmly, optics locked on Sunny's once more. "I can take whatever you give me."
Sunstreaker held himself there, still debating with himself, unsure. He knew that what half the crew said on the Ark held some truth. Once let free, he was almost impossible to control. He didn't believe he was crazy just... Less afraid to act on his primal instincts. And the Pits had always been about survival. Even now, it was a battle to survive. He looked into Thundercracker's optics searching and then, finding what he was looking for, shoved forward with a snarl, pulling his spike out and then slamming it home again.
"Sunstreaker..." Thundercracker cried out, stunned by the hard thrust that forced his legs wider apart and struck a node high up in his valve, sending electric pleaure over his sensor net. He gasped, "Don't stop." He forced his optics to remain online and fully opened, wanting to see what was in Sunstreaker's as the golden mech took him...he wanted to know, a little, what it felt like to be claimed for once, claimed by one he had chosen to do so.
Sunstreaker's optics were focused like laser points, solely on his partner. Every twitch, moan and sound of pleasure was noted and it drove him. He said a brutal pace, spike throbbing in the tight heat that encased him, almost too hard to pull out. This was all consuming. Even more so than with Starscream. It seemed there were many things he wasn't prepared for these past few months.
Thundercracker's hands clawed at the ground, his hips jerking to meet each hard thrust as best as he could. His head thrashed from side to side, stilling only when he caught sight of the intense stare of his partner. It took his breath away. He reached up and stroked Sunstreaker's face gently, thumb running along those thin lips, and he moaned loud and long, feeling things within that were not solely related to the utterly hot 'facing, things that were doing odd things in his processor. Thundercracker clamped down on each drag outward, almost as if trying to keep Sunny inside him. The burn was all-consuming, worse than flame, and Thundercracker was drowning in it, lost in a sea of ice and fire.
Thin lips caught that thumb, nibbling on it gently, a surprising counterpoint to the harsh pounding he was giving the Seeker. He released it, bending forward and dragging one of the Seeker's legs with him so he could bite at the dark shoulder, tasting the ozone he had smelt earlier. His legs were sore, but he couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. The pressure banding around his middle held him captivated, liquid heat pushing out of the valve with each thrust in, adding to it. It continued to spiral, out of his control until he was really no longer aware of self and present, but rather heat and claim.
"More, Sunstreaker. I want it all, everything." He moved with the frontliner, the gentle nibbling on his thumb that much more intense due to the sheer difference from it and the rough pounding into his valve. TC's sonics rumbled lightly, the vibration even in his valve, and the bites on his shoulders made him arch up. He tweaked the tips of those helm fins roughly, staring at Sunny. "Will you overload for me, fill me up, mark me as I did you?"
It was all too much, the sinful words, the rough tweaks to the sensitive appendages, made all the more sensitive for the heat they had to dispel, the vibrations on his spike... With a roar of his vocals and his engines, he shoved as deep as he could get, scalding fluid rushed to fill the Seeker's tight passage, bombarding the inner nodes with a hard jet of transfluid.
"Oh Sunstreaker!" Thundercracker almost shrieked, the sound rumbling and harsh and tinged with need and want and Oh Primus he felt it coming...Sunny's transfluid struck him, burning almost, and his valve convulsed, clamping down hard onto the spike. His inner walls quivered, his body doing much the same under his lover. The sonic boom was lessened, as if his energy were low, but it was still there as he thrashed under Sunny, his optics whited out from his hard overload. "Oh. Oh. Yes. S-sunstreaker-!" The quivering stopped only when Thundercracker did, his overload-wracked body shutting down from a combination of sensory overload and heat warnings and the sheer intensity of Sunstreaker.
Sunstreaker flopped strutlessly over the offlined form of Thundercracker, and he lat there panting. His cheek pressed against the warm armor of the flier's shoulder, feeling the dents his denta had left. He groaned, unsure if he would be able to move let alone clean himself up and drag himself back to where the battle was or had been depending. Eventually, he did find the willpower to pull out before collapsing next to the seeker, still panting.
It didn't take long before Thundercracker's optics flickered, his systems quickly onlining in the presence of what his processor screamed was an enemy. He told his processor to shut the frag up and grasped Sunstreaker for good measure, stroking his helm in a gesture that shocked even him. He pulled Sunny halfway up onto his cockpit glass, his helm resting between his shoulder and his neck. Thundercracker guessed he knew what Sunstreaker's valve felt like, now...slagging good, that's what. But. There was always a but. He sighed though his vents. It wasn't his way to not speak of things. "Sunstreaker." That Vos accent wound through his words again, betraying emotion of some kind. "I don't want to give you up. Faction be damned."
"Hmmmm..." The reply was half there, half not as Sunstreaker struggled to pull himself from the haze of post-bliss. "What?"
"I said I don't want to give you up." His tone was implacable, rational even. Thundercracker stared at the sky. "And I basically said to the Pit with factions, because I shall not let that stand in my way. No, I am not asking you to switch sides. You are not...suited to the Decepticons. And I would not put you within that madmech's reach."
" 'S alot of madmechs in the 'Cons, TC." Sunstreaker pointed out wryly. "And as much as I hate to admit it, I don't think I want to let this go either..." He frowned at himself. "I'm not getting emotional or anything! Don't think I am!" He warned, trying to raise his helm but failing miserably. He felt so heavy and content. The golden warrior sighed deeply. "What are you going to do then. I doubt you're gonna just up and join the 'Bots."
"I don't yet know what I'm going to do. There are several options, and if I /do/ leave, I am taking my trinemates with me, for I won't have them suffer under Megatron's rule due to my actions." Thundercracker's optics met Sunstreaker's as he tilted his head downward. He understood that what was not being said was more important than what was. "I disagree with the leadership of the "Cons as well as their methods. Yet I still remember what we originally stood for, and it's not so different from what your Prime preaches now."
"You really only just now finding out that Megatron is a glitch?" Sunstreaker snorted, half lit optics staring into Thundercracker's. "I've known that since the Pits. Fragger creeped me the hell out. Still think I made the right decision when I just walked out after a battle..."
"You probably did, especially considering your twin's nature. You two are joined, correct? If one of you...is harmed...it affects the other?" It's clear what TC means by "harm", even if he doesn't put it plainly. A delicate subject, to be sure, and TC didn't particularly like contemplating the deactivation of his trine, a very real possibility considering all the times Starscream was sent, offline, to medbay. He couldn't do it anymore. Skywarp did not think ahead. Starscream saw only power. Thundercracker was the control. The order. "I will be making plans to gather my trine and leave the Nemesis soon, Sunstreaker. I do not know where we will go, yet." he admitted.
Sunstreaker frowned, his spark constricting a little. It took a moment to get his voice working again, afraid to admit to the deep seated fear he and his twin shared. "And what about us?"
"I don't think..." Thundercracker started again, garnet optics locked onto pale blue. "I do not wish to give you up. I...want you in my life, Sunstreaker." He stared, a slight feeling of dread and worry rushing though his processor, the thought that the beautiful mech would laugh in his face and reject him, even though it was obvious that they shared an intense connection on some level.
Optics cycled wide, astonished. These were words Sunstreaker had never thought he would hear. Ever. Sideswipe had been told this, but never him. Never Sunstreaker. He felt his lower lip quiver and he quickly looked away, trying to get ahold of his emotions. "M-me neither." He said quietly.
Thundercracker notes Sunstreaker's reaction, and acts without thinking, arms encircling him to hold him close to his body. His helm rested atop Sunstreaker's, and he sat up, pulling his lover into his lap whether he liked it or not. "I will not abandon you, Sunny." That was the first time TC had shortened his designation, his tone soft and his hands steady against Sunstreaker's back. "I will not."
Sunstreaker stiffened, unsure of what to make of the sudden position he found himself in and he wiggled self-consciously. "I wasn't afraid of that." The instant denial is second nature at this point, no helping it. Sideswipe had long learned the double meanings and it helped that he had access to Sunstreaker's spark, but he was always the strong one.
TC merely tilted his head, lips forming a slight smile. "I suppose I need to carry you back somewhere close to your base." he said, not really wanting to at all, wishing he could stay here for the night, the next cycle, and possibly longer than that. Sunstreaker's command would worry, though, especially after reports that he'd been carried off by a member of the command trine. Thundercracker could get away with it by saying he needed to fly; it was a common excuse that the trine used to get away from it all, and they would vouch for him. Sunstreaker's feelings were now important to TC, though, and he was determined to do this right.
Sunstreaker's lips twisted slightly, unhappy. "Yeah... Frag." Fragging war. Fragging everything. Fragging Sideswipe... actually, now that he thought of it. The twisted scowl of his lips morphed into a smirk. "I know where the rest of your Trine is, by the way."
Thundercracker laughs, a rich sound. "I have a pretty good idea myself, but perhaps you should tell me, so I can be sure. They are..entertaining...Sideswipe, are they not? Trines have bonds too, even if they are nowhere near as intense as yours, I still knew what Starscream planned for today."
"Planned... " His optics alighted with realization. "Fragger used the battle as cover." He grinned. "Clever." Then he sighed. As contented as he was, it was getting dark and he was sure that if he flipped on his comms, they would flood with demands. "I think I really do need to go..." He attempted to push up and out of Thundercracker's arms but when his valve twinged and his legs collapsed from under him, he realized walking was going to be impossible. He cursed in three different languages, human, Common Cybertronian and Kaonite.
"I will fly you close to where you need to go, Sunstreaker. It is my place to take care of you." His aura of command was back, firmly in place; his tone indicating that he would not take no for an answer. He remained in root mode, still holding on to the frontliner. "Hold me." he whispered, and not just so he would be safe in the air as he slowly rose, taking off into the night sky.
"I can take care of myself, you know." The frontliner muttered sullenly, but even still, his arms wrapped around the Seeker's neck and shoulders and as they flew his mind wandered. then his face fell and he groaned as one thought in particular crossed his mind. If he couldn't walk and the others found him...
Just what the frag was he going to tell Ratchet?