What It Is To Be Seeker.
Chapter Three.
A/N: Smut, slash and implied femslash in this chapter.
They stopped off only to visit the stores, which Sam had never been to before. Storekeeping duty, like many other duties at the Autobot Base, was not a permanent duty, but rotated between the mechs and femmes present. Hound was on store-duty that day, and helped them find new cloths, (which Sam and Mikaela recognised as king sized flat bed sheets), soft leathers, (made of entire cow skins) and a fresh tin of the best wax that Earth produced, a translucent purple wax that Hound informed them was used for fast racing cars. This came in a specially-manufactured oversized tin, just the right size for Seekers and other large 'bots to use.
From there, Dawnstreaker led them to a spare conference room, and when they walked in, Starscream and his other two trine-members were there. It appeared that they had all taken a visit to the stores, all three had new tins of polish and were tugging and pulling at the cloths to make them a little more pliable, a process Dawnstreaker suggested they carry out with theirs.
"They will become more soft with use and washing, but when they are new, they can be a little hard. It helps to screw them up a little." she explained. Sam and Mikaela duly copied what Starscream and his trine were doing while Dawnstreaker's trine opened up their own tins and took out clean but well-used cloths from their subspace storage.
"Okay, I want everybody to split into threes again, with a member from each trine in each triad," said Starscream, who somehow, Sam noticed, seemed to automatically take charge of their group.
"Okay, then I'll take Mikaela as one of mine, after all as a femme, there are slight differences in her frame to that of a mech I can instruct her about," Dawnstreaker stated.
Mikaela nodded, and moved to stand by Dawnstreaker. Skywarp moved over too.
"I'll complete your triad." he said. Dawnstreaker nodded, and the group moved back a little.
"I'd like to help instruct Sam myself." Starscream said. "And you, Runway, could join us, leaving Freefall, the medic, with Bumblebee and Thundercracker." No-one raised any objections to the group compositions, so the three groups all moved a little away from each other to give themselves room.
The first hour for the new trine-members was spent learning how much wax to use, and polishing their own arms and legs under instruction from the others. Once they had done this, Starscream announced to the room at large that he was going to be moving on to the polishing of wings, before turning back to Sam with a polish-laden cloth in one hand.
"It is possible to polish your own wings, but it takes practice and is never as good as when you have someone else to do it for you. It is usual for the trine to polish each other's wings, it can be done by one other, but is quicker, and immensely more satisfying, for two to do it, one each wing."
He moved around to Sam's back, and Sam shivered as he felt one hand take a light hold of a wing, and felt the cloth and polish beginning to rub over the wing and his back. A moment later, another hand took hold of the other wing and another cloth rubbed over it in a similar manner to Starscream's technique. Sam had to admit the attention his wings were receiving was very satisfying, but he wasn't sure if it was meant to be as sexually stimulating as he was finding it.
To one side, he heard Mikaela's vents move up a gear, and could tell through the bond that both she and Bumblebee seemed to be finding their experiences just as arousing, which was a problem, because their arousal was feeding back through the bond and not helping him control his one bit. Sam was grateful that Starscream and Runway were at his back, because his hands wanted to grab and stroke someone, and by that point, he didn't really care who or what.
When they stopped polishing, he was relieved, but the two came round to the front.
"Okay, now we need to do this side, which is the top side in jet form, and this is far easier done if you lie on your back," Starscream informed him, pushing back gently on his shoulder vents. "Don't worry about scuffing what we've just done, it can be easily re-buffed back before we go, scuffs with polishing are inevitable, we all know how to clean them off quickly and efficiently if need be."
As Sam lay down, he saw Mikaela doing the same thing and he guessed Bumblebee was at the same stage. When the polishing started, he was unable to stop the trembling of his body from the sheer pleasure the feelings generated in him. Feedback from the other two didn't help, and then the sweeps of the cloths seemed to become less functional and more of a caress. He offlined his optics briefly, and as they onlined again, he felt a hand touch his canopy at the same time as a pair of metal derma pressed against his own.
The shock of the contact made him jerk, but the level of his arousal surprised him, as it swept him up and took him with it. As if his body had a mind of it's own, his arm whipped up to press on Starscream's back as his mouth opened and he screamed into Starscream's own mouth, the arousal unable to be contained any more. An orgasmic tingle raced up and down his circuits as Runway stopped polishing, and began caressing Sam's side with one hand and stroked an audio with the other.
Sam's other arm curled up and planted itself on Runway's back, and Runway gasped, as did Sam, for as his arm pulled Runway towards him, their canopies touched and scraped against each other. Sam felt a pulsing in his own chest, his optics suddenly whited out, and then he was aware of nothing except a feeling of pleasure, of flying without effort, a dizzying, swift and incredible sensation that bore him along, a mote that could not have fought the ocean of sensation he was being borne in even if he had wanted to.
Starscream and Runway clung to Sam as his overload struck, caressing and holding the shuddering form of the far younger Seeker, then gently putting him down as he stilled and began rebooting. A shriek and a roar of jet engines to one side, and another scream from the direction of the other team, suggested that Sam's overload, transmitted down the trine-bond, had thrown both Mikaela and Bumblebee into their own overloads.
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Sam stirred lazily, comfortable and warm. He sighed as he stretched, then purred as he felt hands stroking his face. For a moment he thought he was back in his room, and he wondered if he had been ill, for that was the only time he could remember his mom stroking his face when he was lying down.
Then his memories came back to him all in a rush, and he opened his optics.
The faces in his vision were not those of his mom, or his dad, but those of Starscream and Runway, both regarding him with a mixture of affection and amusement. It seemed to be Starscream who was stroking his face, the pointed, sharp-looking digits touching him as gently as his mom ever had. Runway slid hands under Sam's back and helped him into a seated position, something Sam was glad of, because although he couldn't explain it, lying on his back had made him abruptly nervous.
"What…what happened? What was that?" he asked, his head still spinning slightly, his body all a-tingle and still sensitive from the energy that had so recently flowed along his circuitry. Although Starscream's touches did not seem to be stimulating him, the same could not be said about Runway's. Although the Autobot Seeker's touches seemed to be serving mainly to help Sam sit up, Sam's tactile sensors were registering more pleasure, and he shook briefly, his wings rattling slightly.
"That, Sam?" Starscream said softly. "That was an overload. Did you like it? How do you feel?"
"I feel-enervated, excited, that was amazing!" Sam said. He looked about him, and noticed both Mikaela and Bumblebee sitting up. He wondered if the smile on his face was anything like Mikaela's, it seemed she had definitely enjoyed it if the grin she was wearing was anything to go by.
"I'm glad." Starscream said. "That, Sam, is one of the joys of being a Cybertronian. You are aware, I take it, from Bumblebee, that interfacing - or 'sex', the human equivalent - is looked on in Cybertronian culture very differently from the human point of view?" Starscream smiled, moving his hand round from Sam's face to caress his neck, as Runway picked up speaking where the Decepticon had left off.
"There is no shame from enjoying it, discussing it, doing it, even in public, it is simply a way of giving and sharing pleasure. There is no disease associated with it, nor shame or stigma associated with those who indulge in it frequently, or with different partners, or more than one." He chuckled. "I believe that a prostitute is looked down on in Earth society, even though he or she provides a service, am I correct?"
Sam was surprised to find that he was not feeling as embarrassed as he thought he might, and not just because Starscream's fingers, which had spent the conversation trailing up his neck and were now tracing patterns on his helm, were distracting him in a most gratifying way. He mentally forced his mind back to the subject.
"Yeah, they're sometimes called whores or prozzies, and yes, even though I've heard most of them use protection against diseases and do provide a service, they are looked down on and reviled, and you're right, it seems stupid, two-faced even. I wonder how many of the judges called upon to sentence them for indecency use them themselves? Double standards, if you ask me." he said. Starscream nodded, as Runway lay a hand on Sam's arm and started stroking it.
"Yes, and if you're wondering, there is a Cybertronian equivalent," Starscream told him. They are - or were - known as pleasure-bots, and being a pleasure-bot was as noble and respectable a career as being a scholar, negotiator, soldier, or medic. In fact, many Seekers in peacetime were employed as pleasure-bots before the war broke out, for as you will soon find, Seekers are skilled, have stamina, and tend to make the best lovers." Starscream preened a little, then looked at Sam thoughtfully.
"I'm not being boastful, just honest."
Those digits on his helm, Sam decided, were decidedly distracting, but he wasn't about to ask Starscream to stop, nor was he inclined to resist as Runway's other hand began stroking him on his back. He arched and sighed, then decided he may as well ask the burning question that popped in his mind. Surely, if it were not a taboo subject, the worst they would do was tell him to mind his own business?
"What about you, Starscream, Runway? Were you pleasure-bots before the war?"
Starscream gave a rueful laugh.
"Unfortunately, no, I was only just given my adult programming and training to fight when the war broke out. The war had been threatening for some time, and joining the Military was an exercise in potential self-preservation that paid off."
He blinked his optics at Sam. "Perhaps you wonder why I did not simply become neutral? Because not bearing arms was no way to survive, Sam. Sometimes neutrals got caught up in conflicts by mistake, and when facing an unknown mech or femme in the middle of a battle, you do not check for faction insignia if not immediately apparent, you assume the worst and fire. I'm not sure any neutrals survived long enough to join the exodus from Cybertron in search of the AllSpark."
Runway, however, was nodding.
"Yes, Sam, once I was a pleasure-bot, but once the war really started, the main instinct to satisfy was the survival instinct." Runway's fingers on his back began flicking, tickling motions that Sam found very arousing. "Like Starscream, I took up and learned arms in the name of self-protection. Then I found my trine, we chose our side, and became Autobots." He leaned in close to Sam's audio. "But I've not forgotten my knowledge of the trade," he whispered, making Sam shiver all over again as he extended his glossa to trace along Sam's helm. "It is an honour to participate in your teaching, Sam, to help you learn what a joy interface can - and in fact should - be."
"So, Sam, although that first overload sent you into reboot, between us, we know enough to show you things that make that overload pale by comparison. Do you want us to continue, Sam? Do you want us to show you interface, both that common to all Cybertronians, and as only a Seeker can experience it?" Starscream asked him.
Sam's response was to throw himself into Starscream's arms and plant his derma on Starscream's own.