Last Night
This is a slash fic! If you don't want to read it, skip the italicized part after the bolded/underlined page break! You are warned!
Inspired by "Last Night" by Good Charlotte. I own neither the song nor Transformers!
:~*~:
Slag, what did I DO last night?! was Skywarp's first thought as he rose from recharge. His helm was pounding, his tanks were roiling, and he just all around didn't feel good. There was the aftertaste of high grade in his mouth and the smell of polish clinging to his plating that most certainly didn't belong to him.
Did I come home with someone last night? Ugh, my helm… He bent over at the waist, clutching his helm and whining in the back of his throat. He couldn't remember the last time he woke up with a hangover this bad. Last night must have been wild!
"Lights: activate to 15%," Skywarp whispered. The lighting in his room came up minutely and allowed him to get a look at his frame. There were a few dents on his body that hadn't been there before. His hips and forearms had finger-shaped blemishes and scratches from where someone had obviously grabbed at him (with much enthusiasm, if he were to guess). There were also a few paint transfers on his legs and torso that had him wondering who had been with him last night.
I don't know anyone with that shade of blue… he thought. True enough, there were several streaks of royal blue paint across his thighs and hips.
Fragging Primus, who was here? Why can't I remember?
Just as he thought that, his comm went off. He had two messages.
The newest one was from Starscream. It looked to be nothing more than a brief, if mildly offensive, query as to if Skywarp was still planning on meeting him later to go over flight patterns.
The older of the two was from a comm signature that he didn't recognize. Curious, he opened it up.
Thanks.
That was all it said. No name, no address, just thanks.
Now he was really confused. He'd obviously brought someone home with him last night, but for the life of him, he could not remember who!
"Maybe Starscream knows who I took home last night. He was at the bar last night, I know that much. I'll ask him later this cycle," the purple Seeker said to himself. Heaving himself off of the berth (and making a note to clean the dried fluids off of it later), he walked to the wash racks in his apartment and tried to get himself clean.
Screamer had screeched at him for less than being unhygienic…
:~*~:
"I don't know what your issue is. You've had one-night stands before. Why should this one be any different?" Starscream asked from his seat across from Skywarp. The young Winglord was leaning back in his chair with a glass of refined energon in his servo. His face was a mixture of boredom and exasperation, a face that he seemed to take up quite often when dealing with his purple trinemate.
"I've told you before, Scree. Normally, I have no problem with one-night stands," he chose to ignore Starscream's almost inaudible comment of 'Obviously' and continued to talk. "I mean, 'facing is just 'facing. But normally, I can remember who I had said one-night stand with! I seriously have no memory of last night!"
"So, your memory retention protocols are faulty. This honestly doesn't come as much of a surprise."
"Scree, be serious here!"
"I'm always serious, Skywarp. I am speaking the complete truth here."
Skywarp sulked in his seat. "I hate you, Screamer," he hissed, intentionally using the nickname that he knew Starscream hated. The white Seeker gave him an impressive scowl back before sighing and leaning forward to rest his elbow on the table between them.
"Look, why is this so important to you all of a sudden? What difference will it make if you remember the random slagger that you took into your berth last night?"
Skywarp paused. "I honestly don't know. I just don't like not remembering. I feel like I might be missing something important here."
The Winglord sighed and swirled the energon in his glass. "I'm sorry, Sky. But I honestly don't know what to tell you. After we went our separate ways last night, I didn't see you at all. I was pursuing an interest of my own at the time. I didn't get the chance to get a look at who you were talking to."
"Oh, yes. An interest that came in the form of a tall, white space shuttle," Skywarp scoffed.
"Oh, stop it! The point is that I can't help you here. You'll have to figure out who it was on your own, if it means that much to you!"
"But where do I start? I don't even remember leaving the club!"
"Well, Soundwave was the DJ last night. Maybe you could ask him if he ever saw you leave with someone."
"Ugh! But I hate talking to Soundwave! He gives me the creeps!"
"But, it's a place to start. You don't have to like him, but he's observant. He could at least point you in the direction of someone who would know, if he didn't know himself."
"You really think that he would know, Star?"
"I don't know. But it's the best I've got, given the circumstances."
:~*~:
Skywarp had never been in this part of Vos before. It was surprisingly… Average.
The only parts of the city that he was really familiar with were the slums where he grew up and the Noble District that had become his second home since trining to Starscream. This area was for more middle class citizens and so naturally, he didn't come around here much. But this was the place that Soundwave had said he could find some help.
He shuddered. Soundwave had always creeped him the slag out. Being a telepath, he knew what you were going to say before you said it, but he also didn't really say anything unless someone addressed him directly. It always had given Skywarp the impression that he was silently mocking him. The slag-faced creeper…
Pulling himself out of his thoughts with a twitch of his wings, Skywarp turned his attention back to the buildings he was passing. Soundwave had told him that he had in fact seen Skywarp with another Seeker last night. While he never bothered to learn the mech's name, he knew that he was related to the famed Rainmaker trine. Now Skywarp was wandering the streets of some middleclass domestic neighborhood looking for the right domicile.
After several wrong turns and a few backtracks (yes, despite the fact that he had a GPS and the power of teleportation, he was positively terrible with directions), he managed to find the right address. Pressing the buzzer, he stepped back and waited.
The door was answered by a blue Seeker, but Skywarp immediately noticed that it wasn't the same shade that he had found on his armor that morning. The blue Seeker let out a yawn and leaned heavily on the doorframe as he stared at Skywarp through optics half-lidded in exhaustion.
"Yeah? Can I help you?" he asked. The purple Seeker wasn't sure whether or not to be worried. This mech looked like he was about to fall over.
"Uh… Yeah, I was wondering if you Rainmakers had a relative that went to a nightclub last-!" Skywarp was cut off as the other Seeker suddenly leaned forward, optics flickering off. His slightly larger frame slumped down and forced the teleporter to lean forward to catch him. Skywarp looked down at his unanticipated burden in alarm. Was there something wrong with him? Was he hurt? And most importantly, how did he get him to wake up and answer his question?
"Hey, Stormfront! Who was at the door!" came a call from inside. Skywarp looked up to see a yellow Seeker step into the doorframe. Much to the teleporter's befuddlement, the new Seeker didn't look at all surprised to see Skywarp holding his unconscious trinemate.
"I-uh… I don't know what happened. He just-," Skywarp started to babble, trying to defend himself.
"Don't worry, Squirt. He does this quite often. It's just an irritating little glitch that knocks him into recharge at very inconvenient times," the yellow Seeker replied, reaching out to take his blue companion from Skywarp's arms. The purple Seeker passed Stromfront off to his trinemate and took a step back as a precaution.
"So, did you want somethin', Squirt?" the yellow mech asked, easily supporting his companion against his shoulder.
"Uh, yeah. I wanted to know if you guys had a relative that went to a nightclub last night," Skywarp stated, somewhat awkwardly.
"All of us did. What of it?"
"Well, I was just wondering if one of them was blue…? Not like him," he clarified, pointing to Stormfront, "But a lighter blue."
"What's it to you?"
"Well, I-um… I mean… it was just that…" Skywarp was fumbling. "You know what, never mind."
Skywarp turned to fling himself into the air and away from the awkward situation. He was just finishing his checks and ready for launch when he heard the yellow Seeker speak up behind him.
"Hey, Squirt! Hold on!" he said, shifting his unconscious trinemate in his arms and reaching out to him. Skywarp froze, but turned around with a small frown on his faceplates.
"My designation is Skywarp. Not 'Squirt'."
The yellow Seeker waved his servo in dismissal.
"Whatever you say, Squirt," he said, he had a small smirk on his face that was reminded Skywarp of Starscream. "Listen, I don't know why you're here, but you came all this way looking for him, so let me give you a hand.
"Yes, we were at a nightclub last night. Yes, there was another blue Seeker with us. No, he does not live here."
Skywarp seemed to wilt a little bit, making the other mech smile.
"Oh, relax Squirt. I'm going to assume that the mech you're looking for is our cousin. We occasionally drag him out of his house so he has some social interaction. Primus knows that bitlet doesn't get enough of that…"
"Do you think you could give me his address?" Skywarp asked him.
"I suppose, but why are you looking for him? Did he do something to torque you off? Because that is just not like him."
Skywarp averted his optics, feeling heat rise in his cheek plates. Shifting on his thrusters, he tried to explain himself.
"Well, you see… I mean, I… I was just, um…"
"Yes?" the yellow mech asked. Primus, he was being cruel. Skywarp normally didn't have a problem swapping stories of mechs and femmes that he had interfaced with, but this was a family member. If there was one thing he had learned, it was that most mechs didn't like hearing that you 'faced a member of their family unit into the ground. And they liked it even less when you forgot about them in the morning…
"I, uh, may have… gone home with him… and… well…" he just couldn't get it out. He prepared himself to get a door slammed in his face.
To his surprise, the yellow Seeker started laughing, laughing so hard that he dropped his blue trinemate in favor of gripping his midsection in the throes of his mirth.
"Oh, Great Primus! That's hilarious! You banged my little cousin!"
Ok, now Skywarp was confused. This was the total opposite reaction he had been expecting. It must have shown on his facepates, because when the laughing mech looked up at him, his composure deteriorated further.
"O-oh, FRAG is that funny! Seriously, mech, you must be a miracle worker! I've been trying to get him laid for over half a vorn now!" the yellow mech gasped between vents. Eventually, he managed to pull himself together somewhat and stand up straight, though he was still leaning heavily on the doorframe.
"Ok, well first of all, I'm not going to beat you or slam the door in your face. As far as I'm concerned, you must be Primus' gift to interface."
Skywarp, still stunned, just nodded. The yellow mech just laughed again.
"I'll give you his address, but I want one thing in return."
Skywarp raised an optic ridge. What on Cybertron could this mech want from him?
"Tell me: who topped?" he asked, smirking widely. The purple Seeker's vents stuttered. This Seeker had some serious ball bearings! He didn't know how to respond, even if he could have provided an honest answer! That was just another piece of information that his hangover had robbed from him.
"I-I don't… uh, exactly… remember…" he finally managed to stutter out. Much to his dismay, this comment only served to make the yellow Seeker laugh harder. The other mech no longer had the control to stay standing. He tumbled to the ground, clutching his sides and rolling back and forth as much as his wings would allow.
"Novastorm, you're going to get us reported again with all the racket you're making," came another, calmer voice. Skywarp glance up from his cackling companion to see yet another Seeker enter the doorway. This one was green and easily recognized at Acidstorm, leader of the Rainmakers. "Can I help you with something?" the trine leader asked, turning to face the still stunned Skywarp.
"Well, uh… your trinemate was going to give me your cousin's address…" he replied. Acidstorm cocked an optic ridge, glancing from the purple Seeker on his doorstep to his trinemate. The yellow mech's snickering had yet to cease, but he seemed to calm some in his trine leader's presence.
"Can I ask why you need to contact our cousin?"
"I… would rather not say again out here," Skywarp hunched his shoulders slightly. "You can see the reaction it got me from your trinemate."
"I'm afraid I don't feel comfortable giving out his address to total strangers without reason. I'm sorry, but I insist," Acidstorm said firmly, planting his servos on his hips.
"I…" Skywarp sighed. "Ok, I went to a nightclub last night, got wasted, and ended up coming home with someone. That someone, I now have reason to believe, was your cousin. I have no memory of last night. I just wanted to find out if he was the one and if he could fill in the blanks for me… And there are a lot of blanks to fill…"
The green Seeker said nothing. He just stared at Skywarp for a moment, before turning to pick his blue trinemate up off the floor. He straightened, pausing to give his yellow trinemate a good kick in the side, and turned to go back inside the domicile. Skywarp thought that he was just going to close the door in his face and leave him floundering.
But Acidstorm spoke, "His domicile is two sectors over, tower 4, domicile 115A. He doesn't have work this cycle, so he should be in. I suggest you go now and ask whatever questions you have before you miss him. If you end up offending or hurting him, I will be after you like thunder after lightning."
Skywarp gawked at Acidstorm. He had never expected Acidstorm to threaten him. This day was getting stranger and stranger by the astrosecond…
"You're very protective of him, aren't you?" the teleporter asked.
"My trine and I have looked after him since his creators died in an accident. He's another brother to us." With that, Acidstorm moved to go back inside, still toting his blue trinemate and pushing/kicking his yellow one. The door started to close when Skywarp suddenly called to him.
"Wait!" Acidstorm paused. "What is your cousin's designation? I'm sorry, but… I don't even remember that much…"
Acidstorm stared at him with searching optics. He started to move to close the door completely when he answered.
"Thundercracker."
:~*~:
After traveling to the designated sector (and backtracking a few more times), Skywarp finally found himself standing outside of the designated address Acidstorm had given to him. Skywarp had been standing there for a little over a breem, trying to gather up the courage to ring the buzzer.
His processor had ran away with him while he had been searching for the domicile and now questions and scenarios were buzzing around in his head unpleasantly. What if Soundwave had lied about him being related to the Rainmakers and this was a totally different mech? What if this mech wanted nothing to do with him?
What if this mech also had no recollection of the events from last night?
Okay, calm down Skywarp. You have no idea of what is behind this door and you'll never know until you actually ring the fragging buzzer! the purple Seeker chastised himself. And it was true; he would never know what had happened and who this mech was until he gathered his courage.
Taking a deep, calming vent, Skywarp pressed the button beside the door and heard the bell ring inside the domicile. He stepped back and tried to calm the whirling of his spark. He heard pedes shifting on the other side of the door and felt his vents stall. This was it.
The door slid away to reveal a Seeker. A royal blue Seeker. He was similar in size to Skywarp, but seemed to have a calmer presence about him. Starscream had always said that the purple Seeker exuded an aura of mischief, but this mech seemed to just radiate calm and composure. Strange, Skywarp would have never thought that he would have ever hit it off with a mech like this. Ususally, he did well with mechs and femmes who were a little more wild and fun loving. Well, now was the time to see if this was in fact the mech that he couldn't remember for whatever reason.
"Um, are you Thundercracker?" the purple Seeker asked. The blue mech nodded.
"I am. What can I help you with?" a soothing, deep voice asked.
That deep voice seemed to trigger something inside Skywarp. It was so familiar, so memorable. He stepped back involuntarily. He didn't even register that he had fallen to his knees, not even when the blue Seeker knelt down next to him and was asking him if he was alright.
He remembered.
He remembered meeting the blue Seeker. Remembered talking with him. Remembered taking him home and experiencing one of the most processor blowing rounds of interface he had ever experienced.
He let the memories take him away as he passed out into the blue Seeker's arms, completely unaware of the other mech calling to him.
:~*~:
Skywarp stood at the bar with Starscream. He was looking out over the crowd of mechs on the dance floor with a small smile on his face. He knew that by the end of the night, he would have found someone to go home with. It was customary of him to find a random berthmate at gatherings like this. Starscream didn't seem to mind. They had talked it over and they were both fine if their trinemate took another mech or femme into their berth as long as they were open about it. If there was one thing that Starscream valued in his trinemate, it was his inability to lie to him.
Speaking of the young Winglord, Starscream was staring at something across the room with an almost obsessive glint in his eye. Following his line of sight, Skywarp could see that his trine leader had set his sights on a large shuttle. The mech was tall and totally stood out in the crowd of shorter, darker colored dancers. He looked distinctly uncomfortable, as well.
Skywarp smirked and elbowed his trine leader in the side, jerking him out of his staring.
"Go on, Scree," the purple Seeker said over the pounding music. "Go over and talk to him. If anyone can make that big softie feel comfortable, it's you."
"It's not that I want to talk to him, but I think that I recognize him from a few of my classes at the academy. I never would have expected to see him here."
"You know him? Even better! Go on, go get a piece of that shuttle!"
"You're impossible, Skywarp! I don't want to-,"
"You don't have to interface with him! Just go over and talk to him! I know you're getting bored standing here with me! Go strike up a conversation with the science nerd!"
"Fine, maybe I will!" Starscream screeched, starting to walk away from the bar and taking his drink with him. "Go find your partner for the night, or whatever it is you do! Just don't get too overenergized. We have flight maneuvers tomorrow!"
"Yeah, yeah. I hear you, Scree! Now go on. Get!"
Starscream stuck out his glossa at him childishly, but walked off anyway. After his trine leader left him, Skywarp turned his attentions back to the rest of the room. There were many mechs and femmes dancing, drinking, talking, and laughing around the room. Really, the whole building was free for the taking.
Spotting an interesting looking red femme, he pushed away from the bar to make his move. He was half way across the dance floor when something else caught his optic. Turning his helm, Skywarp spotted a blue Seeker standing by the wall. There was a yellow Seeker with him, laughing hysterically and draping himself all over his companion. The blue mech had a small exasperated smile on his faceplates. He obviously knew the other mech, and was not making any move to shove him off.
Just when he was about to continue his walk to the femme, he saw the yellow Seeker push himself off (somewhat unsteadily) and wander off. The blue mech stared after him, now looking distinctly uncomfortable.
Skywarp turned back to where he had seen the femme earlier and saw her dancing with another mech. He frowned a little at his misfortune, but then glance back at the blue mech against the wall. Shrugging his shoulder struts, the purple Seeker changed direction and started to approach the blue mech.
Oh well, you win some, you lose some, was Skywarp's thought as he crossed the floor. He smiled when the blue Seeker noticed him approaching. He put on a friendly face and extended an arm to brace himself against the wall next to the other Seeker.
"Hey there, can't help but notice that you're all by yourself over here." Skywarp flashed the blue mech his most charming smile. "A pretty mech such as you shouldn't have to enjoy a party alone. Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all. My companion just wandered off, so your company is most welcome," was the deep, silky reply.
"I don't think I've seen you around here before."
"You're right; I don't normally frequent these kinds of scenes. My cousins dragged me here. Apparently, I need the 'social interaction'," the blue mech said, raising his fingers and curling them to indicate quotation marks. Skywarp laughed.
"Not one for crowds, are you?"
The mech shook his head. "No, not normally. I usually tend to stick to quiet places with fewer mechs. All the noise and movement wreaks havoc on my flight sensors."
"I know what you mean, but you get used to it sooner or later. Especially when you have a distraction."
Skywarp lifted his drink in example and winked. The blue mech smiled a little, turning his attention to the floor in front of him. Skywarp pushed himself off of the wall, jerking a thumb toward the bar.
"You know what? Why don't you let me buy you a drink?"
His azure companion looked up at him, looking slightly unsure.
"I don't know. I don't have the best track record with high grade. I really don't think I should…" he said. Skywarp clapped him on the shoulder good naturedly, smiling widely.
"Oh, come on! You don't have to get anything strong! I'll tell you what I'll do: I will go over to that bar and I'll get you something real mild. And if you don't want more after that, I won't push. Just let me buy one."
The other mech seemed to mull over it for a moment. Eventually, he looked back into Skywarp's optics, nodding slowly.
"I guess one won't hurt, but nothing too strong if you don't mind."
"Don't worry. It'll be mild. I'll be right back," he said, pushing off the wall and walking to the bar. He called the bartender and ordered a strong homebrew concoction for himself and a mildly spiced mix for his companion. The bartender returned, placing the drinks in front of the purple Seeker. Skywarp nodded his thanks and tossed some credits on the counter before taking the drinks and walking off.
When he returned, he handed the blue Seeker his drink and propped himself against the wall again. The blue mech nodded his thanks and took a small sip. Pulling the cube away from his lips, he stared at it, looking somewhat surprised. Skywarp smirked at him.
"Good stuff, huh? Not too strong, but has a good flavor to it," he said, pointing to the drink. The other Seeker nodded.
"It's better than I expected. Thank you."
"No problem. I actually have a friend that is partial to the drink, hence why I know of it."
"You're friend has good taste," the blue mech said, smiling at him. Skywarp found that he liked it when this mech smiled at him. It made him feel good.
"Don't tell him that. His ego is already big enough as it is. If you give it even the slightest amount of encouragement, it will soon encompass Cybertron."
The mech laughed. Skywarp found that he liked that even more than his smile.
The two talked for joor. The club had actually started to wind down when Sky felt that it would be a good time to invite him back to his apartment.
"Looks like things are calming down. Would you give me the honor of having you accompany me to my home so we can continue this conversation?" Skywarp found that he had actually meant it. This mech was so easy to talk to. He was fun, knowledgeable, and witty. In that way, he kind of reminded him of Starscream. Skywarp locked optics with the blue mech, honestly hoping he would agree.
"I don't see why not," he said with a smile. "I admit that I have really enjoyed your company tonight."
"Me too," Skywarp laughed with a blinding grin, which faltered when something dawned on him. "You know, it just occurred to me that I never asked your designation."
"It's alright. I realize that I never asked yours either," the blue mech smiled. "I'm Thundercracker."
"You can call me Skywarp."
:~*~:
Skywarp led Thundercracker into his apartment. He watched at the blue Seeker glance around, taking in his new surroundings.
"I know it's not much, but it's home," Skywarp said, rubbing the back of his neck. Thundercracker shook his head with a smile.
"I like it. It's quaint."
"Thanks TC," Skywarp said automatically. Thundercracker turned to him with a slightly shocked look on his faceplates. Skywarp backtracked.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything. I just have this bad habit of giving mechs nicknames," he defended.
"I'm not offended. It's just that no one has called me that since I was a youngling. My sire used to tease me that my designation was too long," he trailed off. Skywarp saw the slightly sad look in his optics and smiled at him.
"Well, I think it fits you."
Thundercracker smiled back, his good mood seeming to return.
"Come on, we'll finish the Grand Tour and then we can talk some more," Skywarp declared, his exuberance bleeding into his tone. Thundercracker laughed and followed him.
Skywarp finished the tour with his berth room. Walking to the berth set against one wall, he threw himself down and stretched languidly across the surface. Thundercracker came and sat next to him, letting his legs dangle over the edge.
"You have a very nice home, Skywarp. I think it suits you. Thank you for inviting me," the blue mech said, glancing at the other Seeker with him on the berth.
"Well, thank you. I don't get a lot of mechs here that say they like it. Admittedly, I don't spend a whole lot of time here myself."
"Why not?"
"Well, I find myself staying with that friend I was telling you about earlier a lot more these days. I just keep this place as a kind of fall back for when he gets into one of his moods."
"You're really close to this friend of yours, aren't you?"
"Closer than brothers really. We grew up together. But he's not the only one I'm friends with," he paused, sitting up on his elbows, "I like to think that I'm friends with you."
"I can't say that I'm adverse to that," Thundercracker replied with a chuckle.
Skywarp sat up all the way and leaned in closer. He stared into the other mech's optics, finding mirth and kindness, something that he wasn't used to seeing in mechs that he usually pursued.
"You know, if I was being completely honest with myself, I would say that I would like to be more than friends with you," he said softly. He paused trying to judge the other mech's reaction. Thundercracker just stared back at him. Skywarp took that as a positive sign and continued.
"I mean, you're funny, you're smart, and you're beautiful," he chuckled, "Though I don't think you need me to tell you that."
"Maybe I do. I don't find myself nearly as attractive or enticing as my cousins, who I grew up with. I was starting to think that there would never be another mech or femme on Cybertron that would like me for me."
"I don't know who your cousins are, but I hardly think that I would feel as strongly for them as I do for you right now, Thundercracker."
The blue mech smiled sweetly. He brought his servos up and cupped either side of Skywarp's face. His helm drifted closer to the purple mech's, making his vents catch.
"You know, I think I like it when you call me TC better," he whispered. The next moment, Skywarp felt Thundercracker press his lips to his. The teleporter felt his optics go wide, and then flutter shut. He placed a servo on Thundercracker's waist and pulled him closer as he started to reciprocate. The blue Seeker was pulled flush against him and he allowed his hands to wander. Purple fingers traced over wings, waist, chest, and hips, trying to get a feel for his partner. He could feel the armor beneath his servos heating up quickly, and found himself reacting similarly. Those black hands were moving slowly, but firmly, over his frame, lighting up his sensor net in all the right ways. Skywarp moaned in the back of his throat and began to push lightly at the other Seeker's shoulders.
Thundercracker gasped at the sensations running rampant through his systems, not really knowing how to react to them. He let Skywarp push him down, lying back on the berth and pulling the other mech on top of him. The violet mech settled above him, continuing his exploration of his partner's frame all the while. Skywarp was nearly devouring him. And, Primus, did it feel fantastic!
Skywarp ended up positioning himself in such a way that he ended up between Thundercracker's legs. The blue mech didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, Thundercracker arched and wrapped his legs around Skywarp's midsection, urging the purple mech to continue.
Skywarp didn't disappoint. All while keeping contact with his Thundercracker's lips, he let one had drift down to the blue mech's panel. He stroked the rapidly warming metal, pulling a gasp and a moan from the mech beneath him. Smirking, Skywarp pulled back and stared into Thundercracker's slightly glazed optics.
"Are you going to open for me, TC?" he asked. Thundercracker vented harshly at the other Seeker's husky tone, and sent the command for his panel to slide open.
The metal division slid away, exposing his interface array. His spike pressurized easily, sliding up between the two mechs. Skywarp's fingers drifted downward however, lightly ghosting over the mech's exposed valve. Thundercracker arched and cried out as the teleporter teased his outer nodes.
"Oh, TC… You look so beautiful like this," he whispered, loving the sounds that the reserved mech was making. He slipped a finger into the passage, nearly moaning when the blue Seeker gasped and arched into him. He leaned in and kissed the side of Thundercracker's face, trying to calm him some. "Relax. I'll go slowly. Just relax…"
Thundercracker released a vent and sagged back down onto the berth. He repositioned his hands onto Skywarp's shoulders before leaning up to press a kiss to the purple Seeker's cheek, wordlessly telling him to continue.
Skywarp pulled his hand back slowly, almost removing his digit from Thundercracker's passage, before easing it back in, starting a slow and steady motion. As he did this, he maneuvered his helm down and pressed his lips to the cables of the blue Seeker's neck. Distracting Thundercracker with nips and licks, he eased another finger into his valve, stretching his walls.
Thundercracker was nearly incoherent. He tilted his head to the side to allow Skywarp more access, all while reaching up to stroke the black wings hovering above him. He gripped the leading edges and ran his fingers all the way up to the tips, then twisting. Skywarp released a loud moan and bit down on Thundercracker's main energon line.
"Oh, Skywarp!" TC hissed. He was hot, wet, and needy. He gripped the purple shoulders once again, forcing Skywarp to look him in the optics. "Take me, Sky. I need it."
That was all the prompting Skywarp needed. He pulled back slightly and removed his fingers, replacing them with his erect spike. Glancing back up at Thundercracker's optics, he slowly eased his way in. He tried his hardest to go slow, but it was becoming very difficult with how nicely that valve was squeezing his spike. The feeling was divine!
"Oh, Primus, Sky!" he heard Thundercracker gasp. Venting sharply, he pulled back, only to thrust back in. The force of the thrust sent Thundercracker sliding forward on the berth, howling in ecstasy. Skywarp grunted, trying to keep his composure as he set a quick, but even rhythm. He quickly found himself barreling toward overload, and could see that the blue Seeker wasn't far behind him.
A particularly hard thrust forced Thundercracker to shift his hands from Skywarp's shoulders to his forearms and wrap his legs more firmly around the black jet's waist. He was close. Oh, so close! He could feel his overload approaching. This was amazing!
Skywarp suddenly leaned close to his audio, never halting in his rhythm, and rasped, "Shatter for me, TC. I want to see it."
Thundercracker whimpered. His grip on Skywarp's forearms was tight enough to dent. He was so agonizingly close!
"Let go, TC…"
That was all it took. Thundercracker's optics flew wide and flared bright. His mouth opened in a silent scream as the rising charge released itself throughout his body. His hands gripped onto Skywarps arms, leaving dents, and his back bowed off the berth, curling into a perfect arc.
Skywarp watched his partner go off and felt himself crack. The sight was too perfect and the way that valve cycled down on his spike was the final straw. His head flew back and he cried out at the euphoric sensation. He thrust one final time and emptied his transfluid into the writhing blue mech below him before he collapsed, completely spent.
After taking a klik or two to compose himself, he eventually found the strength to ease himself out of Thundercracker and settle down at his side. Glancing up at the other mech's face, he was shocked to see that he had already fallen into recharge. He looked adorable, Skywarp decided, and he didn't have the spark to wake him to clean up. With a smile, the teleporter lay back down. Shutting down his systems, he entered recharge almost immediately.
:~*~:
Skywarp came online in an unfamiliar room. He sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings. There was a kitchen unit in front of him and a wall of windows behind. He also spotted a hallway that likely led to other rooms next to the kitchen. It was airy and bright, but quaint and cozy. Skywarp found he liked it.
"Oh, good. You're awake," a voice suddenly said, nearly startling Skywarp out of his plating. He whipped around to see Thundercracker standing in the door of another room that had been behind him. The mech was smiling at him, and for some reason, that alone made Skywarp feel horrible.
"How long have I been out?" he finally got the courage to ask. The blue Seeker crossed the distance between them and sat down in one of the chairs across from the couch that Skywarp had been lounging on.
"Nearly 3 joor. What happened to you? You just passed out so suddenly. I couldn't explain it," Thundercracker supplied, genuine worry crossing his features.
Skywarp glanced at the ground beside him. "I don't know what happened. I can't really explain it…"
Thundercracker paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. When he looked up at the purple Seeker again, there was slight hurt in his optics.
"Why did you ask me my designation before you passed out? Do… do you not remember what we…?" he trailed off. Skywarp sighed. He knew this was going to be hard, but he figured that it would be best to tell the other mech the truth.
"I woke up this morning and I couldn't remember anything," he glanced at Thundercracker, noting the dejected look in his crimson optics. Great, now he felt even worse, but he had to press on. "I couldn't remember what I had done last night, who I had been with, or even how I had gotten there. But there were marks on my armor. I knew that I had to have been with someone. And for some reason, my spark demanded that I piece back together my lost memories.
"I asked around to see if anyone could remember seeing me with another mech. I got mixed answers, but eventually ended up at your cousins' place. Your yellow cousin is a bit of an aft-hat, by the way." That actually got a small smile out of Thundercracker. He sighed and continued.
"Acidstorm gave me your address. I needed to find you," he said softly. He pulled himself off the couch and crossed the distance between him and the other Seeker. He knelt down so that he was closer to optic level with him. "I didn't remember what happened, but I knew I needed to find you. And now I have."
He gripped Thundercracker's servos in both of his and brought them to his face, pressing them against his forehelm and squeezing his optics shut. His voice was a hoarse whisper when he spoke next.
"I know that you have every right to be mad at me for forgetting. I won't hold it against you. But I remember now, and I want you to know that I meant everything that I said last night." He pulled back to look Thundercracker in the optics. "I still want to be more than friends with you. I might even love you!" He paused. "But whether or not we continue depends on you, TC. Whether you still want it or not…"
Thundercracker just stared at him for a while, not saying anything. His brow ridges were furrowed in a sort of sad looking grimace. Skywarp genuinely thought that the blue Seeker was going to tell him to get out of his home and never come back. And if he did, Skywarp would never say that he didn't deserve it…
Finally, Thundercracker sighed. "You know, most mechs in my situation would hold a grudge for vorn," he said softly. "But I just can't seem to find it in me to do the same. Especially when you're making that pouty face at me."
Skywarp's optics widened as Thundercracker smiled down at him. He had forgiven him.
He had forgiven him!
With a happy yell, Skywarp threw himself into the other mech's arms. Thundercracker laughed and returned the embrace.
"Thank you, TC! Thank you so much! I can't wait for you to meet 'Screamer!"
The blue Seeker gave him a questioning look. Skywarp elaborated.
"Sorry, I mean Starscream. He hates it when I call him that, but you know. I give others nicknames," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Wait, Starscream? As in Winglord Starscream?"
"Yeah. You remember that good friend I told you about? The one who is closer than a brother to me?" TC nodded. "That's him."
"You're friends with the Winglord?!"
"Trinemates actually."
Thundercracker was staring up at him like he had grown a second head. Laughing nervously, Skywarp rubbed the back of his neck.
"I guess I have some explaining to do, huh?"
:~*~:
Holy crap! These things just seem to get longer and longer!
Anyway, this is the latest installment of my One-Shot series. This one is a lot more graphic, and if it totally isn't completely obvious, I don't write crap like this much.
And maybe I'm the only one who likes this sort of thing, but there is just something incredibly enticing about Dominant Skywarp. I can't explain it! It's almost as enticing as Submissive Thundercracker!
So as always: enjoy, review, and fave!