And we're back with chapter four. I'm quite sure you'll all like this chapter, things are heating up! As always, Transformers doesn't belong to us, Flexies are played by Xobit Prime, and I played Skywarp. And now... ENJOY!
With a rather goofy grin, Skywarp looked up, noticing Spyglass was still on him. The other two components had moved away from him... "Wow..." Okay, well, that was stupid. Oh, slag... "And I still failed at overloading YOU, didn't I?" The purple seeker couldn't stop grinning, no matter how embarrassed he was by this unaccustomed failing. "Gonna... have to give me some time, though..." Could he stand up to that again? Or maybe better, could he hold up without offlining this time? Did they even want him to try? Ugh, he was thinking to much, he'd much rather just sit and enjoy the glow...
"You didn't fail… truthfully you came closer then we had thought you capable off." They all spoke, the gestalt merge still that much in effect, but it was almost only Spyglass that leaned forward and gently kissed the seeker again. Another 'go' would be worth it, whether or not Skywarp managed to overload them… it had been uniquely satisfying to hear, watch and feel him overload…
"We have time… all night in fact! Do you want energon? We made sure to, ahh acquire both green and blue for this… meeting, since we assumed that you had a taste for sweets?" It had been a little more than just assuming they were Cybertron's best spy, a little thing like energon preferences were well within their abilities to get… music had been harder there was not kind of records to help them there, speaking of music! Viewfinder collected the chip and activated it allowing the sounds of a long off line cybertronian composer to fill the room. "We have an idea, if you feel up to it?" Spectro and Spyglass both smirked when Viewfinder spun around with large optics and an outrage sound disrupting the words of the half-merged gestalt.
With a little sigh, Skywarp accepted the kiss and the praise, incapable of doing anything else. He couldn't stop the weak little moan at the thought of actually staying all night... He was going to be next to useless the next day, but he really didn't care, not now. "I... um, sweets, yes..." Skywarp wasn't sure what to answer, used to being the one concerned for his current lover's happiness. The familiar music helped to bring order to his liquid thoughts, and the purple jet laughed as the Viewfinder component suddenly broke the three-part harmony of Reflector's voice. "Sure... why not? I'm having fun so far... and you seem to be as well..."
:What in all pit is up?!: Viewfinder defensively crossed his arms over the lens, it was not that he was opposed to the idea, actually he was already shivering in anticipation, but it was very seldom that any of the gestalt took the choice out of the others hands like this… :We want to! And he hasn't touched that part of us yet... he owes us too…: Both Spyglass and Spectro insisted that it was a good idea, they were practically radiating need for it to happen and Viewfinder gave in with a low mewl.
"We think you owe the Viewfinder component something! Would you be agreeable to polish our lens for us? It is… a rewarding experience that we can easily promise you…" Spectro had gripped Viewfinder and was kissing him thoroughly while Spyglass explained to the prone seeker, he let go allowing his mate to seek support on the wall before moving to get some cubes and returned to the seeker's side. The lens sporting mech approached them all a little warily. :Are we sure he won't hurt us?, :Aside from leaving us too soon he did not hurt us the first time did he?, :We want it… we have wanted it since we first shared the memory… and he wants too!:
Um, okay... Well, Skywarp would readily admit that he DID owe Viewfinder something, that had been, from everything he could tell, quite the blunder... But that was... not really what he'd expected. Or, no, scratch that, he hadn't really expected anything. He sat up carefully, looking at the wary little mech before nodding slowly. "You're right, I do owe," and he couldn't decide on the pronoun, so he just left it off, and he was worrying about grammar again. "I would be agreeable, yes." And then, in rather a delayed reaction, he realized just what he'd just agreed too, what had been offered, and, well, that did explain Viewfinder's cute little reaction.
Viewfinder relaxed a little when Skywarp gave verbal agreement, slowly dropping his arms from their protective position while he watched Spectro offer the seeker his choice of energon, Spyglass thoughtfully fetched cleaning solution and cloth for polishing grinning like… there was no descriptive for that expression. Warily taking a blue cube from Spectro he looked up and met the seeker's optics, he really had no idea what he had agreed to do! Viewfinder was absolutely incapable of restraining his reaction to someone touching his lens…
:He will learn., :And we will love every nanoclick of it!: Both his mates eagerly reassured him still radiating the need for Viewfinder to be the sole focus of the seeker, they would have to cut the merge and shunt the gestalt link for it to work but that did not mean that his mates would not enjoy it immensely. Sipping at the energon he dimmed his optics enjoying the thick, rich sweetness and the sharp tingle of powerful energy hitting his charged systems.
Taking some energon, he really didn't care which kind right now, Skywarp became uncomfortably aware of optics on him. The energon was... was very good, he hadn't had anything this good in ages, and Skywarp felt embarrassed yet again, this time realizing how much effort Reflector must have put forth to... 'woo' him. He hoped he was making it worth their effort. They didn't seem to be unhappy, they must be feeling it was worth their troubles. The purple seeker looked over the supplies offered, good thing he knew how to clean glass... this was going to be... interesting. Rewarding, from what the one had said... rewarding for whom?
Being charged as Reflector very much was it hurt a little to be cut off from the merge and shunting the link to a bare minimum, Viewfinder whimpered in reaction putting the rest of his cube away with shaking hands, he was distinctly nervous over letting Skywarp touched his lens in this intimate a manner. Caresses during love making would have been easier to handle since he would have been bolstered by the full merge, the Reflector over mind was a lot more experimenting and courageous on the subject of new sensations then the gentle, somewhat timid Viewfinder under mind.
"Please… Skywarp, be very careful? Our reactions will be… will be very strong." He voiced this alone before offering the seeker a soft dust cloth, he really wanted the attention… wanted to allow this to happen without fear. In a way this was more a reward to the seeker then a down payment for pain caused, no one had touched Viewfinder's lens like Skywarp was about too since they had been old enough to clean it themselves. Why would soon become apparent to the curious seeker. He sat down well within reach, laying back as his cooling pump and fans kicked up to highest level from fear and anticipation…
Spectro and Spyglass felt the pain too but they had each other to cling too and therefore managed not to vocalize it, they knew how nervous or rather outright scared Viewfinder was but where very sure that this would be worth it, they had both felt the seeker's touch intimately, sharing the experience freely with Viewfinder… and Skywarp's touch was very gentle, very knowing!
He recognized nervousness, and right now Viewfinder practically dripped with the emotion. Skywarp took the offered cloth, nodding a little and realizing that he was nervous too. That was only sensible, Reflector could still make his life rather 'uncomfortable' if he angered them. "I will be," he comforted, putting a little cleanser on the cloth. It was just glass, just like his cockpit... more sensitive than his cockpit, hum, probably like someone cleaning his internal controls... okay, well that was a nice thought! He'd have to see if he could get someone to try that some day...
With that thought in mind, and remembering what Viewfinder said about 'strong reactions', Skywarp twisted until he was kneeling, facing the smaller mech. Putting a hand on the component's shoulder, at least this one didn't have oddly-placed buttons, Skywarp finally started the actual cleaning, hoping almost desperately that he wasn't fragging up big time.
Viewfinder could not relax although he did feel better at Skywarp's reassurance and he obviously knew how to deal with cleaning… of course he knew all the seekers were cleanness freaks to some deg… he calmed down on the threatening panic when the larger seeker loomed over him placing a hand against his shoulder only to completely lose control when the cloth was gently pressed to the lens glass. Arching into the touch he shrieked helplessly, all thoughts and feelings swallowed by the heat radiating from the simple touch…
Some of his reaction was born out of anticipation, but not much mostly it was because he was always sensitive to touch, the fact that he was already aroused and because his mates where not sharing in any of the feelings… making him bear the brunt of the pleasure alone.
His mates were watching with hungry attention, reviling in the novelty of watching Viewfinder writhe, arch and scream under Skywarp's careful attention.
Strong reactions... Viewfinder, it seemed, had a talent for understatement. Shooting a look at the sharply focused Spyglass and the third, still unnamed component, Skywarp kept up the careful attention. Firm, smooth, circular strokes, carefully and meticulously going over ever little bit... Viewfinder's reactions were good, so good... Skywarp couldn't help but linger over the places that brought the most reaction, varying his motions and rhythm, but above all, he strove to remain gentle, even as he found himself heating up.
Whimpering continued to flow from his vocalizer, sometimes peaking into screams or high pitched moaning as he tried to curl around Skywarp's wrist but was held down by the large hand on his shoulder. It was annoying like all pit but he could not find his voice to request that he remove it or in fact find his voice to say anything…
His mates watched avidly, beginning to caress each other almost as if they had no choice but to react to what they were seeing.
Skywarp wondered vaguely if Reflector would mind much if he kissed this particular component. He figured he probably shouldn't, or should at least wait until he was done polishing, but the sounds Viewfinder made... and he still hadn't kissed this one. But he wouldn't be able to polish him if he kissed him... Skywarp whimpered in annoyance, it wasn't fair, he wanted to kiss!
Considering how nervous and, really, out right afraid he had been when this had been suggested it was a shock when the first of the localized system overloads hit, he screamed and turned his head biting half sparkedly at the hand holding him down trying to mute himself. This was the reason why they had to cut their link to a minimum, if continued long enough the cleaning would cause a full spark overload in him taking his mates with him no matter how much they tried to prevent it.
Spyglass quickly kissed Spectro stopping the shared moan as pleasure tickled over the link, they did not want to distract Skywarp from pleasuring their mate.
When Viewfinder twisted and bit, Skywarp was, for a moment, utterly sure he had fragged up big time, that the other two components would attack him, overpower him... and then he realized no, it was just a pleasure reaction. Frag it, he didn't MIND the bitting, not particularly, but... With a whine, Skywarp put the cloth aside, just for a moment, gently stopped Viewfinder's bitting, and kissed the mech. He'd finish the polishing in a momen... ooh... nice kiss...
He was not sure if he was happy or annoyed when the stimulation to his lens stopped, on one hand it gave him time to wind down a little on the other he really wanted more, wanted to overload at Skywarp's hands. He was all set to whine for more, maybe, when the seeker gently turned his head and began kissing him… he went with it quite willingly. It was nice… scratch that it was fantastic! Reaching up he closed his hands around the seekers wrist and slipped his digit tips into the armor seam between the wrist and hand plates.
Things where certainly getting interesting between the seeker and their mate, just watching the interactions where enough to charge them both! Spyglass twisted around and leaned into Spectro's embraces allowing him to play with the shoulder button while they both committed visuals to the special memory blocks that allowed them to make detailed stills of the sequences… who knew maybe Skywarp would like a few reminders of this session.
Oooh, very nice kiss... and the hands around his wrist, oh, Skywarp was REALLY tempted to just keep doing this, leave the polishing for later... No, no that wouldn't do at all. Anyway, Viewfinder made such NICE noises when he was polished. He'd really have to thank Reflector for letting him do this... Skywarp broke the kiss with a whimpering moan, searching for the cloth again. "I'm not done... polishing," the seeker purred out, holding the component down and impulsively licking part of the lens he hadn't gotten to yet before returning to his 'work'.
Optics going wide he bucked up against the licking glossa, his disappointed mewling morphing into a desperate, almost pained, whine of need. He tightened his grip on Skywarp's wrist his digits slipping deeper forcing the plates further apart, he could not help the reaction, and it became no less forceful when the polishing cloth returned to his lens the gentle way it was made to travel over the glass…. The lens systems discharged again in a localized overload.
Spectro bit lightly at Spyglass' shoulder making the component throw his head back and moan loudly… Reflector found Skywarp's voice sexy, his actions arousing as all pit and his… respect refreshing! Being small they were fairly used to being underestimated and somewhat dismissed as threats, which was fine for the most parts but at others annoying as all pit!
Luckily, the hand being mauled was NOT the one polishing. It didn't hurt, far from it, but it did render the hand just about useless... Skywarp wailed, how had he been able to hold out so long against all three of them? Twisting a little at the moan behind him, Skywarp felt his vents stutter as he realized the other two components... really seemed to like watching what he was doing. Smirking, he sprawled on the floor, back against the wall, tugging Viewfinder into his lap to continue the polishing. Now the mech was writhing against his cockpit, and Skywarp cried out again.
He realized that his position had change about two clicks before Skywarp returned to his lens again and his response was to twist and rub against the cool smother surface of a… cockpit? Well… the seeker seemed to like that, his thoughts devolved again and he pressed into the wavering touch to his lens with a strangled mewl, letting go of the captured wrist abruptly and instead digging his digits into both thighs haphazardly.
Clever seeker! Both components moaned and had to sit down rather abruptly as their knee joints refused to stay locked.
"Oohh... yes, good!" Skywarp gasped, arching up with a shudder, both hands on Viewfinder's lens now. One caressed the rim while the other kept polishing, keeping up the facade of actual work being done... it was a pointless gesture, the seeker was sure, but it gave him an excuse to keep rubbing and tormenting the mech in his lap... He looked towards Spyglass and the other as they dropped to the floor with a clatter, smirked and bent down a little, from here he could just manage to hold Viewfinder's dermaplates with his own while still watching what he was doing on the lens.
The thought of 'at least I'm not the only one losing control' went through his pleasure hazed processor but the meaning of it was quickly lost again as Skywarp engaged them in another hungry kiss. The third localized overload hit and he jerked violently as it was followed by a heavy spark pulse, he had no idea what Skywarp would do now… no bond or link to tell him if the seeker was ready for an overload, wanted an overload...
The two components decided to up the stakes and both of them retracted their chest plates, Spectro still behind Spyglass, pressed closer to his mate and reached into the chest cavity to play with the bared spark chamber.
The polishing cloth fell from suddenly nerveless digits as the pulse hit him, only from one mech this time, but so close... Sparklight from the other two components caught Skywarp's optic, and he wailed into the kiss, nothing, absolutely nothing he did with anyone else would ever compare to this night. His own spark decided that yes, this WAS a good time to pulse, and he screamed, breaking the kiss and turning Viewfinder around, oh, he didn't expect anything but easier kisses and touches, he wouldn't object if the mech decided he wanted more, if Viewfinder could even still think, but he wasn't going to try anything, not now.
Viewfinder was only dimly aware of what his merged mates where doing feeling much too good to really care the distraction and the pleasure of Skywarp's spark pulsing didn't help him focus. He really did appreciate being moved as this placed him against the spark that had just called for his and made it much easier to kiss and reach the sensitive mostly unprotected neck joint. He wasn't thinking, he only did what he would normally do when his mates reduced him to this state whining needily, splitting his chest plates and opening his spark chamber. He was, on the level of the mostly closed off link, aware that his mates had done the same and before him so when no spark met his he clawed at the cables in Skywarp's neck joint and cried out in disappointment no longer fully aware that it was not his mates he was lying against.
They could barely focus on what went on between Skywarp and Viewfinder, they felt pleasure trickle into the link from their third component that was all that mattered. Viewfinder's frantic displeasure and outright desperation made them both stop and watch the seeker in confusion, taking a few clicks to realize what their mate had done and expected.
Busy enjoying the kisses and caresses to his neck, Skywarp wasn't quite sure what to do when Viewfinder decided he DID want more. He screamed when the caresses suddenly became an attack, deciding he'd really better give what was expected, he'd wanted to, he'd just been afraid it might be too much. Looking towards the other two components somewhat desperately, the seeker opened his own chest with a moan, stroking Viewfinder just to try and stop the attack, not that he minded it exactly, it was just so unexpected, Viewfinder had been so shy...
Relaxing and pressing closer the instant he got what he wanted, he was still a lot rougher in his caresses then he would normally be, and he kept mewling an edge of desperate hunger to his tone. This was Viewfinder as no one but his mates usually saw him, wild with need and not able to take no for an answer… He stilled with a low piercing cry when unfamiliar spark energy finally met his own spark, tasting, teasing… driving him mad with pleasure.
Why Skywarp looked at them they weren't sure they had trusted him with their mate's pleasure and he seemed to be doing quite a brilliant job! Spectro let go of Spyglass who turned willingly more than ready to initiate a spark merge…
Skywarp gave a low, wailing moan, mixing his voice with Viewfinder's and arching up, good, so good... Viewfinder was still roughly pulling on his neck joint, mewling and crying, wordlessly begging for more, encouraging... Once again the seeker bent in to kiss the gestalt mech, pulling him closer and shaking from sensation.
Happily giving in to the larger mech, Viewfinder kissed back with vigor shifting his hands from neck joint to helmet tracing weld lines and small transformations seams, gentled by the fact that the seeker had taken the lead again. Their sparks were nowhere near in sync but it still felt sinfully good as they tested each other, energy humming and tendrils dancing about each other trying to synchronize for a full merge.
Reflector's other components were having no such troubles and had already initiated a merge, Spyglass letting his more balanced mate subdue him as he sunk backwards until he was laying flat on his back with Spectro straddling him, crouching down to keep their sparks together.
So, Viewfinder only became a demanding little terror when he wasn't getting what he wan... or was it needed? Skywarp decided he was thinking far too much and he should just enjoy, enjoy the kisses and the feel of another spark against his, energies meeting, testing, humming and shifting to make a merge possible. A brief flash of coherent thought, this was quite likely the first time Reflector, even just one component, had merged with anyone other than themselves, and then the thought and coherency was gone, just heat and pleasure...
It was too much… it felt too good and it couldn't last. It never did last quite long enough for Viewfinder no matter how satisfied he ended up being but then he was a pleasure junkie. Anything and everything to drown in the feelings that his mates could create, only this time it was not his mates, the seeker felt so very different so very, very good. The bond began opening as his mates' pleasure rose and overload build in an antagonizing slow way that he was not at all used to.
Skywarp was used to interfacing, knew how to read mechs, at least how to read his partners' arousal, judge how close they were to overload, and what he could do to tip them over the edge. But Viewfinder reacted in ways he didn't understand, to stimulus that he had not provided, stimulus provided by others who were not even touching them. It was as strange and new to him as he had to be to them, strange and new and oh! So exciting, so arousing, and the bittersweet thought of 'only one night' cut through him, made him moan and arch up, seeking pleasure to chase away the thought, seeking overload, satisfaction, completion...
Spectro and Spyglass overloaded first, the wave of pleasure hammering into Viewfinder bringing him to his own peak and throwing him into utter bliss. They were aware of someone else someone not Reflector, for the full gestalt merge had occurred the moment Viewfinder also overloaded and, impossibly as it sounded, had dragged the seeker part way with them. They had not even been aware that a spark merge had established itself between Viewfinder and Skywarp but apparently it had… and it felt so fantastically, insanely good!
He felt... odd. Good, wonderful in fact, this was flat off the best interfacing he'd ever had, but... in the happy, heated bliss of his merge with Viewfinder, he could feel the other two, feel the Reflector mind connecting the three... That was what a gestalt was, and though he couldn't put it into words, Skywarp knew he was closer to understanding such a thing than any other solitary mech could be. And then he decided once again that he was thinking too much, and should just enjoy.
Coming down from the prolonged high actually hurt, separating from the seeker not only as Reflector but Viewfinder also, leaving the Reflector gestalt confused and somewhat lacking… and very much in a haze of post overload pleasure. If this was how merging with a un-gestalted mech was they had to find a mate, a fourth.
"Mm… so good 'Warp… We liked it, we like what you can do with your hands…"
Back to grinning goofily, Skywarp hummed a little, recognizing praise when it was given. "You're... amazing... Just..." he gave up on speech with another little hum. Reflector would surely know how rarely he was reduced to this after interfacing... and if they didn't, well, it didn't matter that much. He hoped they wouldn't mind the way he kept holding Viewfinder, he wasn't ready to give up the physical nearness yet... No, they wouldn't mind, he knew them that well now.
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