"The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson.

"If it's meant for you, you won't have to beg for it. You will never have to sacrifice your dignity for your destiny." ~ Unknown.

Chapter 6

One Decacycle Later:

"Oh, Primus, not too hard. Mmmm, yes, please, oh, that's it." Nacelle moaned, grasping a cushion as he lied on his front, panting hard.

Starfire thrust into him, one servo holding down Nacelle's helm while the other gripped his shoulder. He panted, concentrating on just humping his trinemate, giving him a hard frag while also satiating his own lustful desires. They couldn't get enough with this new pastime of theirs. They wouldn't do what some trines did which was overloading consecutively until they couldn't even stand. No, they would get one or two overloads in and take a break, allowing them to interface five to eight times an orbital cycle. And thus far they hadn't skipped on an orbital cycle. Perhaps it was the excitement of finally being able to interface, or the excitement of having a trinemate, but whatever it was they couldn't get enough of bonding. This was probably best since they had to build their bond, claim each other, and create trust.

Starfire spiked Nacelle more than Nacelle spiked him. Nacelle didn't mind being bottom most of the time, and Starfire was the trineleader so it made sense to allow him control more often. As long as they were together and fragging they were happy.

"Ah! Primus!" Nacelle cried out as he overloaded, clawing at the berthtop and jerking in almost a spasm.

Starfire got in a few more thrusts before he overloaded, growling with gritted denta. He fluttered his wings, removing excess energy as he heavily panted. A smile crept over those dark faceplates, studying the smaller Seeker beneath him. His Seeker. His beautiful trinemate.

He leaned forward and kissed those red faceplates. "I love fragging you." He said between pants.

Nacelle sheepishly smiled. "Love it when you frag me, too." He paused before speaking. "We probably should get groundings so we can start having sparkbonds. I don't trust to rely on just unplugging nanite wires."

"Set up a time and I'll go with you, love." He pressed another kiss to those cheekplates.

Nacelle fluttered his wings. "Love you, too. Even if you kick me while recharging."

"It was an accident."

"Uh huh. You're just-Oh! Hahh!" He gasped as Starfire pulled out of him. "Warning next time."

"I like making you suffer." The red Seeker slid off the berth, closing his codpiece.

"Ugh, don't start getting into BDSM…" Nacelle sat up, closing his own codpiece.

"We could if you want." He winked.

"I would legitimately cry like a sparkling. No kidding. Me and pain do not get along."

"Some people like making their partners cry."

"Heh, yeah, no. I'm too adorable to hurt anyway."

"Exceptions can be made." Skyfire lifted his chin and kissed him on the lip plates. "I'm going to head out. Want me to get you anything?"

"The war to end and a daughter."

"Don't know about the war but we can talk about sparklings later. Anything I can get for you this orbital cycle that's actually feasible?"

"Energon goodies. Feed me."

Starfire smirked. "Yes, sir." He kissed those lip plates again. "Love you." He whispered.

"Love you more." Nacelle fluttered his wings.

"Love you mostest." Starfire said before kissing, recalling how his carrier would say that.

Nacelle perked his wings as his trineleader walked to the door and exited. He paused, then got off the berth, thinking about the future. He was trined, and his dream of having a daughter was that much closer to happening. Maybe he would have two? Or five? He smiled, wishing this war was over so they could get started on the sparkling making.

Starfire walked down the hallways of the command building, his wings held high, his faceplates an enigma. He had been holding this off for as long as he could, but this orbital cycle… He needed to talk to him.

He palmed open the door to the Command Room, looking around to ensure no one else he knew was present. Grounders were all at the consoles, not a single Seeker, nor was that particular grounder present.

He approached the mech, stopping beside him. "Hey."

Soundwave looked up, visor slightly brightening. His cassettes were all around, Ravage on his lap, the twins playing games on the console, the birds perched on his shoulders, and Ratbat hanging by his peds from a monitor.

Starfire continued when the Communications Officer remained silent. "So… Um… I need to make a call… To someone I really miss. Could you help me?"

Soundwave cocked his helm, his visor brightening some. Then, he inclined his helm slightly.

Skyfire sat on the couch looking at a datapad that he held. He flipped through images of Starscream with a sparkling Starfire, some of the pictures including Thundercracker and Skywarp. They were all smiling, so happy, back when things weren't complete slag. Then he came upon the newer images of his adult son. He paused on one with Starfire hugging him, the two just enjoying each other's company. The only family they had left in this wretched world.

The shuttle startled when there was a loud beeping. He stood up, not sure who was calling him. No one ever did.

He sat in front of his computer and pressed the button to answer the call. He covered his mouth when the screen changed, his optics filling with coolant.

"Hey, sire." Starfire greeted softly, sitting somewhere alone.

Skyfire swallowed, trying to control his emotions. "H-hey, sweetie. It's so good to see you again. I-I've been so worried that you-"

"Sire, I'm fine. I made it to Cybertron in one piece. Hey, don't cry." His wings lowered some. "Sire… I'm sorry for not calling sooner… And I'm sorry for leaving you like I did. I just… I was scared and I couldn't live in a cage. I needed to get away… I'm really, astronomically sorry, sire. I love you. I wish you were here with me. I could use a hug from you."

"What's wrong, sweetie? Are you alright?"

"I'm alright… Some slag's going on, but…" His wings perked as he smiled. "I… I'm trined now. I have a trinemate and he's really awesome, and sweet, and kind, and smart, and beautiful and… He's the best, sire. You would like him."

"Really?" Skyfire faintly smiled. "W-where is he? Can I meet him?"

"I can go to my quarters and introduce you, yeah. I'm hiding in a closet right now. Didn't want to be bothered by anyone." He got up, the area around him moving as he lifted up the tablet device.

"Just one?"

"For now, yeah. Still working on who will be the third but I have some ideas. What about you? What's going on in that stupid colony?"

"Not much. They were pretty pissed that you got away because they thought you would come back and kill them. But since you haven't returned in so long they now are happy."

"Heh, whatever allows them to get off, I guess."

"Sweetie, watch your language." He said gently.

"Yes, sir. Everyone has potty mouths here. Don't think you would like that. And the fact all the Seekers are fragging in front of each other."

"Yes, I'm aware of how Seekers are in public… Your carrier enjoyed trying to force me into such behavior."

"It's not so bad… Embarrassing at first, but now I don't mind an audience."

Skyfire paused. "You better not be…"

"It's claiming, sire. It's what you do when you have a trinemate. It ensures everyone knows we are together now so they don't try to like… Court or steal my trinemate. Don't lecture me. Seeker culture is different from yours."

"I know it is… Starscream made me quite aware of the differences."

"I've made several friends. Some of them are really nice, some… Are not that nice, but they have their uses."

"Who's not being nice? No one is hurting you, right?"

"Well…" Starfire grunted. "The Alpha is definitely not nice nor a friend…"

"What has he been doing?"

"He beats me…" He said barely louder than a whisper. "And it's increased since I trined. I have been trying to avoid him and be submissive to avoid beatings until I'm ready to challenge him, but… He'll go out of his way to hurt me and dominate me. He is beating me almost every other orbital cycle. He hasn't flogged me in a while, though. Mostly just… Hitting me with a cable or metal rod, sometimes adding a dominating in, but nothing requiring medical attention. Acid Storm said that now since I'm trined I could actually challenge him so he's trying to ensure I stay submissive. But I hope on getting my third trinemate before I challenge him. If I'm ready by then."

"Oh, sweetspark, I'm so sorry he's hurting you. If I was there he wouldn't be allowed anywhere near you." The shuttle stated firmly.

Starfire smirked. "I know, sire. I know you and carrier would kick so many afts for me."

"Oh, we would. Starscream more than me. I'll be too busy squeezing you to death."

Starfire chuckled. "I'm sure you would." He palmed open the door to his quarters and closed it. "Hey, sexy aft, come over here."

Nacelle perked his wings before trotting over. "Yes, sir?"

Starfire sat on the couch and pulled him down to sit beside him. He held the tablet so they both could see Skyfire. "Nacelle, this is my sire. Sire, this is the hunk I was telling you about." He then kissed a blushing Nacelle on the cheekplates.

"It's nice to meet you, Nacelle." Skyfire smiled. "I hope you're treating my son alright."

"I try. He's the one treating me most of the time." He leaned against his trineleader.

Starfire chuckled. "Don't talk too much about that. He's a shuttle. Things are a little more hush-hush with their culture."

"Sorry, I forget." Nacelle lowered his wings.

"You're fine, love." Starfire kissed him, his wings fluttering.

Skyfire paused, knowing that this was Starscream speaking, but he had to ask. Maybe Starscream was channeling this through him from the Well or something… That nosey Seeker… "So, um… Do you plan on having sparklings?"

Starfire's optics widened, but Nacelle eagerly fluttered his wings.

"Yes! He's going to give me daughters!" The tri-colored Seeker hugged his trineleader, snuggling against him.

"Oh, how soon?"

"Not soon enough…" Nacelle's wings drooped.

"We'll see." Starfire grunted. "It may be a while before we are prepared and able to start having creations."

"He's going to put several in me. Like… Five."

"I want to meet them all." Skyfire smiled, glad that Nacelle was eager to give him some grandcreations. "If you ever need someone to sparklingsit I am more than willing."

"Ahem." Starfire made a sound as if to clear his vocalizer. "That won't be for a while. We can discuss it when-"

"No, we can discuss it now." Skyfire interjected. "I look forward to having granddaughters. But, what about some grandsons?"

"I'm down for that. As long as I get my daughter." Nacelle fluttered his wings rapidly. "I've been wanting a daughter forever. I had several little sisters, and older sisters, so I am totally prepared for raising femmes."

"Oh? How many siblings did you have?"

"Well… Many have died in the war, but there were eighty-three of us in all."

"Wait, what?"

Starfire turned to Nacelle, his optics wide. "You had eighty-two siblings?! How… How many times did your creators knock each other up?"

Nacelle gave him a puzzled look. "What do you mean? Most of my siblings were from breeding mates. Sire had six."

"Wait-wait-wait, your sire had breeding mates? But only Alphas have those." Starfire looked at him with much skepticism.

"Uh, yeah. My sire was Skycutter. The Alpha Starscream killed to become Alpha." He said in a 'well, duh' vocalizer. "Wait, you didn't know that? Weren't you wondering why everyone finds it funny that we are trinemates? We're both sons of Alphas. It's kind of weird that we are now trinemates."

Starfire was silent for a moment, not realizing that he had trined the son of a guy his carrier had murdered. What were the odds?

"How… But you like my carrier?"

"Yeah, so? He was a good Alpha. And he liked hanging out with the rest of us. He was a good mech."

"He killed your sire."

"Yeah, well, that happens when your sire is the Alpha. There are those who want to kill him so they become Alpha. Besides, he wasn't that nice. I mean, he loved his creations and pampered the slag out of us, but… His way of leading the Seekers wasn't going to help us. Could you imagine him being Alpha during the war? All of us would be dead… No, of how messed up it sounds, I'm glad Starscream killed him for leadership. We needed a better leader and Starscream was that leader. I miss my sire and I loved him dearly, but… One dies so many can live sort of thing. It's in the past. Can't fix anything. I mourned, I still miss him at times, just as I do with my carrier and the siblings I've lost. Honestly, it hurt more when Starscream killed my uncles, sire's trinemates. He let my carrier and the other breeding mates go free. But, I really had a strong friendship with my uncles…" He shrugged. "It's in the past. Ancient history. I don't want that to haunt my future."

Starfire was just silent, not sure if he could ever love the creation of someone who killed his creators. But, he was extremely close to his creators which made him quite protective and clingy to them. Nacelle probably just never was that close, and had time to let things go.

"What other siblings are still alive?" Skyfire inquired.

"Oh, thirty-seven. All of them are trined. I was the last one alive to trine." Nacelle replied.

"Who do I know is one of your siblings?" Starfire asked.

"Ramjet."

"He's your brother?"

"Half-brother. Don't insult me." Nacelle flicked his wings. "He's from the third breeding mate. I'm from the second."

"What does it matter?"

"It matters because it means we don't share the same carrier. Just a sire who was busy knocking up eight Seekers, working, and didn't have a lot of time for all of his creations. I mean, he did his best, but…" He shrugged. "It doesn't matter. All in the past. Can we move on?"

Starfire eyed him before turning back to the tablet. "So, sire, thinking of coming over anytime soon?"

Skyfire slowly shook his helm. "I don't think I'm wanted there. I was an Autobot, you know."

"I'll protect you."

"I know you would, sweetie. For now, I have to stay away from the war. I'm not liked on both sides. But, the moment it is over I will come over and help take care of my grandcreations." He faintly smiled.

Nacelle fluttered his wings, smiling so adorably. "Don't worry, I'll ensure he gives you lots of them. Even if I have to trick him."

Starfire rolled his optics. "All in due time, love."

"So, tell me everything that's going on with you." Skyfire smiled, eager to catch up on lost time.

The three just talked for nearly three joors about anything and everything. Skyfire was sad to have to let his son go, but relieved to know he was doing just fine and was going to give him grandcreations with such a nice Seeker. He definitely approved of Nacelle. Such a nice, friendly, kind, and playful Seeker. Not like the rest of them all wanting energon, fragging, and disemboweling grounders. His son chose well.

Starfire vented a heavy sigh when he finally said his farewells and hung up on his sire. Nacelle snuggled against him, his wings fluttering when Starfire wrapped an arm around him and groped his aft.

"Daughters, eh?" Starfire finally said after a moment, subspacing the tablet.

Nacelle nodded. "Mhmm! I want several."

"Why daughters? Not against them, just usually mechs go on about sons."

"I just really want a daughter. Don't know… Like, I want sons too but femmlings… They just don't seem to be as loved as sons. I want my own to pamper and show they are just as important as the mechs. Maybe even adopt some. I'm totally open for adoption."

"I'm fine with adoption. We can have some of our own and adopt others."

"Yeah… Need to get the Seeker population up."

"Yes, we do." He gave Nacelle's aft a firm pat before removing his arm from around him. "Which position you want to try?"

Nacelle rolled his optics. "So horny."

"We took a long enough break. Pick something or I will."

"Missionary! But… On the table and you standing." Nacelle sat up, his wings fluttering.

Starfire leaned over and kissed him on the lip plates. "Get on that table then."

"The table is outside." Nacelle snapped his jaws before getting up, opening the door, and bolting outside.

Starfire rolled his optics, lazily getting up and following his brother.

Bitstream retracted his interface connectors back into his digits, unplugging from the drone that stood beside him. His wings flicked as he turned around. "You're late. Couldn't get your spike out of your glitch?"

Starfire narrowed his optics as he approached with Nacelle. "I lost track of time."

"From fragging. Don't try to hide it from me. I can smell it on you." He turned back to the drone. "Ready to get your aft kicked again?"

"Maybe if you didn't-"

"Talk back to me and I'll beat your aft with a cable." Bitstream jabbed a digit at him. "You don't glitch and whine like a sparkling over training. It's 'sir, yes, sir,' you keep your helm down, and you follow orders. Understood?" He snapped.

Starfire glared at him before speaking. "Sir, yes, sir."

"Better. You beat me and you can get petty revenge against me for being so strict. Deal?"

"Only if that means doing what I want without you crying like a sparkling."

Bitstream chuckled. "Good luck." He grabbed a metal pole and tossed it to the red Seeker, who caught it with one servo. The hacker then took his own metal pole. "Attempt to hurt me."

Starfire flared his wings before lunging, swinging his pole at the blue flyer. Bitstream easily blocked the blow with his pole while stepping to the side. In one fluent motion he swung the pole around, smacked it across Starfire's aft, and caused the larger Seeker to stumble over.

"Pathetic."

Starfire flicked his wings, quickly getting back to his peds and attacking again. The blue Seeker blocked the blow, swung around, and punched Starfire in the abdominal plates. Starfire yelped, swinging his weapon again, but once more the blue Seeker dodged it gracefully.

"I know they say to use your anger when fighting, but you are using it in all the wrong ways." Bitstream said as he circled around the red flyer. "We are Seekers. We rely on our speed and maneuverability. Do not keep trying to blindly beat your advisory. That is how large grounders like Megatron, Onslaught, and Motormaster fight. We are fragile and relatively weak in comparison to those brutes. Fighting is an art for our built. Stop trying to fight like a dump truck. Fight like a warrior."

"I'm trying too!" Starfire exclaimed, getting frustrated.

"You have been surrounded by grounders so long you think like them. You are a warrior. You're not them. Think like a Seeker."

Starfire swung his weapon, again it being blocked by Bitstream's. The blue Seeker smirked just before the drone suddenly onlined and punched Starfire from behind. The red Seeker cried out as he was thrown to the ground, dropping his weapon.

"You must be aware of your surroundings at all times. You are a petrorabbit in a turbofox's den. We cannot take the brute firepower from behind and keep fighting. We need to see it coming, dodge it, and then take it out as quickly as possible." He kicked Starfire in the abdominal plates. "Get up. We're not stopping until you either accomplish something or die."

Starfire grumbled several curses as he reached for his pole, and slowly stood up. He yelped when the blue Seeker attacked, desperately trying to block the blows.

Nacelle watched anxiously, wishing the hacker was gentler to his trineleader, but, alas, sometimes such treatment got a lesson through to a warrior quicker.

The Next Orbital Cycle:

Starfire kissed his trinemate, his wings fluttering as the smaller flyer eagerly kissed back. They nuzzled olfactory sensors, pausing to just enjoy each other's company.

"So… I think we need to start considering the third trinemate." Nacelle finally said, snuggling against the larger flyer.

Starfire glanced around the hangar, hugging his brother. "I actually have an idea."

"Hmm?"

He rolled his optics, hoping that that dream he had was his actual carrier and not him going insane. "I think we should go for Slipstream."

Nacelle jumped back, wings flaring. "Slipstream!? Are you fragging insane?!"

"Shhh! Keep your vocalizer down."

"You just said you wanted-" He was silenced by Starfire's servo grasping over his mouth.

"I know what I said. Trust me. I think Slipstream would work."

Nacelle mumbled something before Starfire released him. "If you want to die young with your spike shoved down your throat, yeah, that'll work out fine for you, but not me!"

"Have some faith."

"Have some common sense."

"Nacelle, love, trust me."

"Oh I trust you. Just not in this matter."

"You don't have to court her. I'll do all the courting."

"You mean you'll do all the dying." Nacelle grunted.

"I'm going to court Slipstream. If I die, just bury me with my carrier and uncles. Nothing fancy."

"You are not allowed to die. Not when I need this." He grasped Starfire's codpiece. "This is why I trined you. The only reason I keep you around."

Starfire chuckled, kissing his trinemate on the lip plates. "I'm glad you are at least fond of some part of me." He kissed him again. "I'm going to court her. If I live… You can do whatever you want with me."

"I'm getting you a collar. I'm not into that, not that I'm aware of, but I want to get you one. With spikes. On the inside."

"Uh huh…" He pecked another kiss to those red lip plates. "You're weird."

"Mhmm."

Starfire let him go and stood up. The tri-colored Seeker growled his engine, wings flaring, not liking what Starfire was thinking. The larger jet growled and flicked his wings back, causing his submissive to quickly lower his wings. Starfire turned and walked away, activated his thrusters, and flew up into the rafters where the less social Seekers hung out.

Slipstream perched herself on a beam, crouched and overlooking those below. Her engine growled and wings flared when she noticed Starfire approaching her. The mech kept his wings low, trying to not be a threat to the volatile femme. She kept her hostile stance, but allowed him to near. He hesitated, seeing how her narrowed optics glowing with death and the desire to maim. Maybe this was a bad idea after all…

He produced a bouquet of crystal flowers from his subspace, paused, then anxiously held it out to her. She raised an optical ridge, eyeing it like one would their nemesis, then turned those cold, blood red optics on the mech that held them.

The scene that followed would have needed to been recorded and played back in slow time to see everything that happened. But, the femme used her lightning quick speed and skill to leap up, punch the mech in the faceplates, knee his codpiece, trip him, and then kick him off the beam.

Starfire managed to get his thrusters to online, but it wasn't soon enough. He crashed onto the floor, groaning loudly from the brunt force to his backside. Nacelle was beside him in a nanosecond, wings perked in concern.

"You alright!?" He worriedly exclaimed, helping his trineleader to sit up.

"Yeah… I'm alive. What happened?" He dizzily grunted, rubbing his helm.

"She kicked your aft." Nacelle said bluntly.

"Well… I'll try again tomorrow… Ow… Seriously, what's her problem?"

"She's a glitch."

Sunstorm sat on the couch in the Alpha's quarters watching TV. The last decacycle he had been sick a lot, so didn't do much other than recharge, purge his tank, and watch TV. Since being a warrior in the Decepticon army meant he couldn't be sparked, he had to lie about why he was sick and hide. Contrail kept the Constructicons quiet by threatening to seriously harm or even kill Starfire. But Hook had said that it didn't matter if he kept silent about Sunstorm carrying since the sparkling may never live.

And as usual, the medic knew what he was talking about.

Sunstorm snacked on some energon sticks, his appetite increasing as of late. His wings perked, suddenly feeling a burning sensation in his spark, followed by a terrible cramping in his gestation tank. He gasped from the pain, setting aside his snacks to claw at the sofa.

"C-Contrail!" He called out as the pain worsened. "Contrail, I-I'm scared!"

The golden Seeker soon appeared from his berthroom, going straight over to the outlier. "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't know, sir. Ah!" He clutched his abdominal plates, curling in on himself. "I-it hurts a lot! What's wrong? What's happening to my sparkling?"

"Let's get you to the doctor." Contrail helped him to stand.

"Dammit!" Sunstorm suddenly removed his codpiece, revealing energon streaming from his valve and down his thighs. His optics widened in horror as they turned yellow. He looked up at Contrail, trembling.

"Come on." Contrail pulled him along, guessing what was happening.

The Next Orbital Cycle:

Sunstorm entered the hangar, his wings drooping, optics laced with static. He searched the structure until he saw the two who he needed. The outlier quickly approached them, holding his arms out.

"What's wrong, love?" Bitstream hugged him, holding him close to him.

It took a moment before the yellow Seeker spoke. "I… I had a miscarriage. The sparkling is dead…"

"I'm sorry, Sunshine. But, it's better that you don't breed with Contrail. He'll keep you otherwise."

Sunstorm wiped at his optics as coolant began to leak out. "I-I know that. It's just… That was my sparkling, too. And it just means I really can't carry. I w-want sparklings."

"I know… I know you do. Maybe you just need to be a sire instead. Leave the carrying for me and Hottie."

"Hottie is traditional… He won't carry."

"He may make an exception for you, gorgeous." He kissed him.

Sunstorm was silent a moment before softly speaking. "I want you, Bitsy. I-I just… A-after the miscarriage." He swallowed, starting to lose control of his emotions. "Please? I need to bond."

"Sunstorm, you know I can't-"

"I don't care! Just tell him it was my idea. Please." He reached down and grasped Bitstream's codpiece. "I-I need my trinemates. I-I need someone who actually loves me."

Bitstream perked his wings as he scanned the hangar, making sure Contrail was not present. Not seeing him, he turned Sunstorm around and pressed his front against the outlier's back. "Remove your codpiece."

Sunstorm quickly did so, gasping when Bitstream soon entered him and began to thrust. The blue Seeker hugged his brother firmly against him, the yellow Seeker holding those strong arms, soon moaning loudly as he was pounded into. He whimpered softly when the aggressive Seeker began to nip and bite his neck cables, his wings flaring, reclaiming his trinemate in public.

Hotlink sipped from his cube as he sat at the table beside them. He watched them get one overload in, then began on a second. His wings flicked when the Alpha entered the hangar. His optics narrowed, prepared for the golden Seeker to try something against his trinemates.

The golden Seeker soon spotted them and stormed over, his wings flared and optics narrowed.

"Get off him!" He grasped Bitstream and yanked him away as he simultaneously shoved Sunstorm.

The outlier yelped from the pain of Bitstream pulling out so quickly and at an angle. He jumped back, closing his codpiece, his wings drooping in submission. Bitstream only flared his wings and growled his engine as he closed his codpiece.

"I was fragging my trinemate." The hacker snapped.

"He is off limits to you. Submit, Bitstream." Contrail growled, his wings flicking.

"No." Bitstream flicked his back.

Contrail turned to Hotlink. "Hotlink, order him to stand down or else I will discipline him for you."

"Bad, Bitsy. Down boy. No biting." Hotlink ordered in a monotone vocalizer, not even looking up from the datapad he had, then continued sipping his engex.

Bitstream's evil smirk only grew. "I'm not backing down, slagface. You're not my boss."

"You want to bet?" Contrail raised an optical ridge, his vocalizer darkening.

"I'm sure you simply just want to frag me. Most do. But I actually have standards, believe it or not. And the Insecticons and corpses are much better frags than you probably are."

"Sluts really shouldn't be boasting about where they collect their ITVs."

"Surprisingly enough that's not where I get most."

"I sometimes wonder if you are a grounder who was put into a Seeker's frame."

"I can ensure you I am not. I had two very respectable Seekers for creators."

"Yes, I'm sure they are quite proud of how their son whores himself out to the Decepticon army, cheats on his trine, and even frags corpses. Undoubtedly, you've extended your bestiality to the fauna."

"Honestly, if they are consenting I would give it a try. Who am I to deny a willing partner." He smirked. "Do you ask that because you want me to commit bestiality with you?"

Contrail's engine growled louder, his faceplate's in Bitstream's. "Back down, or else I will carve out your codpiece."

"I would love to see you attempt it."

"Bitstream, come." Hotlink commanded firmly, snapping his digits for emphasis.

Bitstream perked his wings, never breaking optic contact with Contrail. Then, he turned and obediently returned to his trineleader. The blue Seeker sat upon the engineer's lap, his wings fluttering before excitedly licking Hotlink's faceplates like a happy canine. Hotlink flared his wings, but didn't bother stopping him. He knew why Bitstream was doing this. It wasn't because he actually loved his trineleader, no, he was simply continuing his mocking of the Alpha. But, he was on his lap, something that hadn't happening in so long. And he wasn't about to push him off when he needed is trinemate to actually show some sort of affection towards him.

Bitstream cuddled and purred his engine, his wings fluttering. He rather obey Hotlink than Contrail, and he wanted to ensure that the Alpha was fully aware of this.

Sunstorm swallowed, his wings drooping, wishing to get in on that and love his brothers.

Contrail glared before speaking. "Keep a tighter leash on your pet, Hotlink. If it gets out again I'll shoot it."

"Yes, sir." Hotlink replied coldly, glaring dangerously at the golden Seeker. No one threatened to shoot Bitstream but him.

"Come on." Contrail grabbed Sunstorm's arm and yanked it, leading him away.

Sunstorm looked back over his wing, wanting to stay with them. He turned away and followed the Alpha until they were outside.

Bitstream flicked his wings, then took Hotlink's engex and drank from it. "I really hate that guy."

"I do as well." Hotlink grunted, taking his cube back and finishing off what Bitstream left him.

"I wish you had become Alpha. Things would still suck, but at least they would suck a little less."

Hotlink studied him, surprised that the blue Seeker hadn't leaped off his lap yet. He hesitated, then took Bitstream's chin and kissed him on the lip plates. Bitstream growled his engine, but didn't fight back, nor did he kiss.

"I love you." Hotlink whispered.

"Mhmm."

The purple Seeker hesitated. "Want to come to my quarters?"

"What for?"

"Bonding?"

"No, seriously, what for?" Bitstream eyed him uncertainly.

"Seriously, I want to make love with you. Please, Bitstream? I won't do anything you don't like. It's been over a vorn and… I really want to bond with you properly. Please?"

Bitstream studied him, not trusting him, but finally shrugged. "Fine, whatever. I guess we can bond. I'm still horny."

Hotlink faintly smiled, then kissed Bitstream on the cheekplates. "I'll carry you."

"Oh, you better carry me. I'm above walking on the dirt."

Hotlink subspaced his datapad, then stood up, carrying Bitstream bridal style. The blue Seeker just grinned like he was deserving of this special treatment, relaxing in Hotlink's arms. The engineer carried him out of the hangar, walked to the barracks, and down the hallway towards his quarters.

"Will you even remember how to frag me without it becoming a dominating?" Bitstream cocked his helm.

"I know how to make love to my trinemate."

"I'm not Sunshine. I require extra attention."

"I know how you are, Bitstream. I've bonded with you millions of times."

"Mmm, you have. All so boring."

"I'm not doing your kinks. I'll be rough, but no raping, intake restriction, or any of your other questionable fetishes."

"Uh huh."

Hotlink palmed open the door to his quarters and closed it behind him. He approached the berth and gently placed Bitstream on top of it. The blue Seeker flicked his wings, growled his engine, and snapped his jaws at his trineleader. Hotlink grasped his face and shoved him down.

"Behave."

"No, sir." Bitstream flicked his wings again.

Hotlink grasped his mandible and kissed him harshly on the lip plates, soon forcing his glossa into Bitstream's mouth. The blue Seeker growled, but soon kissed back, not very enthusiastic, but it was something. Hotlink forced his glossa in deeper, mouthing desperately, his servos beginning to feel over Bitstream's frame. Bitstream nipped at Hotlink's glossa, then darted his glossa into Hotlink's mouth. He grasped Hotlink's neck, lowering his wings, showing that he wasn't trying to be dominating.

Hotlink continued pleasuring Bitstream's frame with electrical shocks, roving all over that smooth frame, and pleasing transformation seams. Bitstream didn't react much, simply increased his intakes. The engineer rubbed the hacker's codpiece until it finally opened. He fingered Bitstream's valve, then forced a digit inside. Bitstream smirked, his wings fluttering. Hotlink smiled, then pushed a second digit inside before pumping them.

Bitstream offline his optics, moaning softly, then spoke. "Oh, just stick it in, Hottie."

Hotlink perked his wings, then lowered them, not sure if this meant that Bitstream was eager for the actual frag or simply thought his foreplay was poor. The purple Seeker removed his digits, folded his codpiece away, and quickly penetrated his trinemate. Bitstream moaned quietly, but didn't do much else.

Hotlink grasped Bitstream's hips before beginning to thrust into him. The blue Seeker wrapped his legs around Hotlink's waist, his optics locked on his trineleader's. Hotlink faintly smiled as he humped the smaller flyer, his wings fluttering some from the stimulation and simple joy of finally being in Bitstream again. The other Seeker didn't seem so thrilled, though. He moaned on occasion, but did little more. No touching back, no smiling, no enthusiasm. Just tolerating this frag.

Hotlink swallowed, then leaned forward and passionately kissed Bitstream on the lip plates. He thrust a little harder and faster, soon practically hugging the other mech, trying to pleasure him.

Bitstream just allowed it to happen, but gave nothing back.

Hotlink studied him, his wings lowering. "Bitstream? Are you alright?"

Bitstream vented a sigh. "Hottie, it's not the worst, but… I'm not really getting any satisfaction out of this."

Hotlink ceased his thrusting. "Are you not turned on enough? Should I have done more foreplay? Do you want to try-"

"Hotlink… It's not the interface… It's you. You're turning me off." He paused. "I'm sorry. Maybe this was a bad idea."

Hotlink's wings lowered all the way, then he slowly nodded as he looked away. "Alright," He said barely louder than a whisper. "I'm sorry for… Wasting your time." He then pulled out and folded his codpiece back over.

Bitstream sat up, his codpiece closing back up as well. "Hotlink, people change." He got up, standing beside the other Seeker. "I've changed." He paused, then placed a servo on Hotlink's shoulder. "Maybe we need to… Just stop fooling ourselves. This trine is a train wreck. We'll never put all the pieces back. But… It did have its good times, I won't lie." He paused, then kissed Hotlink on the cheekplates. "I think we need to figure out how to tell Sunstorm. Of how much I love him… I think he's best off if he stays with you."

"Bitstream, we can fix this." Hotlink said quickly, doing his best to hide his emotions. "Things have happened, yes, we've changed, but that doesn't mean our trine has to split. We'll work on each other. I-I'm willing to speak to a therapist. Bitstream, I'm willing to do whatever I must to save our trine. Please, just give me another chance."

Bitstream didn't speak immediately. "I've given you many chances, Hotlink. And every time I ended up being hurt again. I don't think I can take anymore abuse from you." He paused. "And I don't think you can take anymore abuse from me. I think… That we made a mistake. And we kept lying to ourselves because we both love Sunstorm. I don't think… I think he would be happier being with just you. Maybe a third isn't what's best for you guys. Maybe you're better off just being a half trine."

"Bitstream, if you leave Sunstorm will only get worse. He'll kill himself. I can't keep caring for him all alone. I need someone to watch him when I can't. You're the only other one who knows how he is. I understand you don't love me. I… I've accepted it. It hurts, but… Please, stay for Sunstorm. Don't make me lose him, too."

Bitstream was silent for a bit before speaking. "I'll have to think about it." He then walked to the door. "I'll see you later, Hotlink." And with that said, he walked out of the room.

Hotlink stood there, watching the door slowly slide closed. As trineleader, he wasn't allowed the luxury of emotions. No, he had to be able to care for, protect, and lead his trinemates no matter what was happening. He needed to be strong for them, to be their pillar of strength, to be the one they could always feel safe with.

But in these moments when he was alone, and his spark felt like it was ripped apart, he let his guard down.

The purple Seeker sat at his desk, taking a moment before letting it out. He covered his faceplates, crying heavily into them. An action his trinemates had never seen or heard from him. Something they simply assumed he was incapable of committing so never even thought about or considered. He was Hotlink, after all. He was strong, brave, reserved, and incapable of raw emotions.

He was Hotlink, one of the very few trineleaders to ever lose a trinemate from the trine simply splitting up. His sire would be ashamed of him. He was ashamed of himself. A mockery of a trineleader. Bitstream was gone, Sunstorm would soon follow, and then he had nothing else to live for.

Why did this damn war have to change his precious Bitstream?

Bitstream walked down the hallway, rubbing over his faceplates. Why did so much drama have to exist in his life? Now he was actually feeling bad for Hotlink. He didn't hate him he just… His love for him had weakened. He didn't want to hate, dislike, or even not love Hotlink. Hotlink had been his first, his best friend, his lover, his trineleader… They had done so much together, laughed, lived, and just… It was best that they split, but it was so hard to say goodbye to someone he simply didn't want to be separated from.

"Hey."

Bitstream looked up, his wings perking. He forced a sexy smirk as a bag of Shanix was flashed before him. "Hey, yourself, Headstrong." He took the bag, opened it, and looked inside. "This is more than I usually charge."

"I want to do extra." Headstrong lustfully smiled.

"Such as?" Bitstream raised an optical ridge.

"Kink. Blindfold, bit, reins, collar, some bondage and discipline."

"What kind of discipline?"

"Whip"

"It must have one tail and be low powered."

"It is."

Bitstream hesitated, then nodded. "I could use some kinky interface. Had a long orbital cycle."

Headstrong gestured to the inside of his quarters. The Seeker entered, subspacing his pay for prostitution. The Predacon closed the door behind them before enjoying his pleasurebot.

Sunstorm sat on the couch with Stormrunner and Nova, wiping at his optics. After Contrail took him away from Bitstream he had forced him to lie over the arm of the couch and beat his aft with a metal cable. Sunstorm had cried, begged, and clawed at the couch, but the Alpha had just kept on striking him.

He had received fifty lashes before it was finally over and allowed to cry in a corner. Now, it had been a few joors and he had been made to sit between the golden Seeker's trinemates as they listened.

"We need to try again. The miscarriage may have simply been caused due to it being your first time carrying. The second time may work, or even the third." Contrail said as he stood before them.

"Sir," Sunstorm swallowed, his vocalizer still sore from all of his crying. "I don't believe I can bring a sparkling to term. The radiation just-"

"We don't know until we rule out all other possible scenarios of why you can't carry. First carrying miscarriages are common. It's a big change to your systems."

Sunstorm opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, still terrified from his beating. It still hurt a lot down there, but at least he didn't get dominated. Instead he slowly nodded his helm, wiping at his optics as more coolant leaked out.

Contrail watched him for a moment before speaking. "Sunstorm, why don't you get some rest. You had a long orbital cycle."

"Yes, sir." He said softly. "M-may I recharge in my own quarters?"

"I prefer it if you stayed here. I don't want Bitstream touching you again."

Sunstorm nodded, then slowly got up and went to the berthroom. Contrail watched him, speaking once the door closed.

"Well, apparently the bastard is courting Slipstream."

"He's mad." Stormrunner grunted.

"He is. But he is Starscream's son. The non-traditionals will rally behind him the moment he gets his third. They already are showing more support for him." He crossed his arms, wings flaring.

"Just beat them." Nova suggested. "Acid Storm seems to be the ringleader. Dominate him."

"He will get dominated, but I cannot just continuously beat them. They mustn't know they are getting to me with their disloyalty."

"Just keep Starfire inline. As long as he stays submissive the rest of them will." Stormrunner said.

"He's eager to act up no matter what I do." Contrail grunted, his optics narrowed. Then, he smirked. "Well, as the son of Starscream he would behave better if treated as Starscream."

"Sir?"

"I need to ask something of Megatron."

"Yo." Starfire greeted as he sat beside Bitstream in the training field.

"Hey." Bitstream grunted, messing with a drone.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Something is definitely wrong. What's up?"

Bitstream vented a sigh as he leaned back. "Just… Earlier Hotlink tried to bond with me and it just… I didn't feel anything for him. I used to love fragging with him, but it felt like… Like a client using me when I had a really bad orbital cycle… And they suck at fragging. I just couldn't get into it, enjoy it, and really didn't want to bother with him."

"Did you tell him?"

"I did… And a lot more… I just told him that maybe… The trine should split already. We are just too far apart, and he should keep Sunstorm. Sunstorm loves him more. I'm just the third wheel that only causes trouble."

Starfire's wings lowered some. "Have you guys considered couple counseling?"

"Hotlink said he's willing to talk to a therapist. I don't know if it would help, though."

"I bet it would. I mean… You guys just grew apart because things changed, right? Not because you hate each other. Right?"

"I don't think I hate him… I just don't… Love him anymore."

Starfire was silent a moment. "If I become Alpha… I'll do everything I can to help you guys. Maybe you just need someone there to help you sort things out, and I'm more than willing to do that. I can tell Sunstorm loves you guys a lot and he shouldn't have to choose."

Bitstream slowly shook his helm. "No… I don't want him to, either."

""I'll help you guys. Promise. Just promise me you'll let me and seek out a therapist. I'm more than willing to help you find one. Maybe my sire knows someone."

Bitstream smirked. "Thanks. You're a good youngling. Naïve, but good."

"Better naïve and good than a jerk like Contrail." Starfire grumbled.

"All true." Bitstream paused. "We should plan a trip sometime, you and I."

"To where?" Starfire perked his wings.

Bitstream finally looked at him. "Earth."

A Few Orbital Cycles Later:

"Hello, beautiful." Starfire smiled before holding out a bouquet of crystal flowers.

Slipstream glared at him. "I'm not going to accept that. Frag off." She then turned and voluptuously walked off.

Starfire only followed after her, deciding to do something utterly stupid. He slapped her aft.

The femme turned around so fast, and the mech bolted, knowing he was dead. Crystal flowers were tossed aside as he transformed and took off, the pissed femme following after him.

"Well, he's dead." Elevon grunted.

Nacelle vented a sigh, knowing it was true.

"How are you feeling?" Nacelle smiled, his wings fluttering as his trineleader approached him later that orbital cycle.

"She fights dirty…" Starfire grunted, sitting down beside his brother and kissing him on the lip plates. "What are you up to?"

"Being cute."

"As always." He kissed him again. "I love you."

"Love you, more." His engine purred. "Wanna… Do me?"

"I most certainly do." Starfire kissed once more. "Here or in private?"

"Depends. Do you want to have a regular frag or you think we should try something knew? I'm fine with either."

"Have you've been watching porn?"

"No! I just… I was talking to the Rainmakers and they were telling me things they do that we should try. I mean, some of it we certainly are not ready for, but… We could try the simpler ones. I kinda want to figure out what my kinks are. I have suspicions, but want to be sure, you know."

"I think you secretly are into BDSM and like being the sub."

"Ha. If you ever hit me I'll bite your faceplates off."

"Violent."

"Yes."

"Maybe you're actually a sadist."

"Seeing how often you get your aft kicked it wouldn't surprise me if you are the secret masochist sub. Also the fact that your carrier was a masochist."

"He actually never was. He was into humiliation and submission. He didn't like the pain, he just liked feeling like he was helpless, needing discipline, and unable to control what was done to him. The pain just helped to bring that feeling."

"Whatever. You probably are still a masochist. And I do not object to that. I will gladly take frustrations out on you."

"Uh huh." Starfire kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you, t-"

"Starfire."

The two Seekers turned to see Contrail standing beside them. The mentioned Seeker perked his wings as the other lowered his in submission.

"Yes?" Starfire asked.

"I wish to speak to you." Contrail informed before turning and walking away.

Starfire glanced at his trinemate, kissed him, then stood up. "I'll see what he wants. You better be on the berth ready for me when I get back."

"No!" Nacelle giggled.

Starfire followed the Alpha all the way to the back of the hangar. He hesitated, not sure why they were in the less populated area.

"Sir?" The half Seeker asked cautiously.

Contrail didn't speak immediately. "I have a proposition for you, Starfire."

"Say it." Starfire shrugged.

"You are the only creation of Starscream. Of a very powerful Alpha in regards to his speed and fighting ability. Despite the shuttle coding, your CNA is… a prized possession. One that should not be lost."

"I plan on breeding, Contrail. Don't worry."

"Oh, I'm sure you are. But my proposition is this: Be my breeding mate. I won't take you away from Nacelle. Just you simply cannot procreate with him, only with me. That way, the beatings stop, you still breed, and your offspring will be raised like royals." He smiled.

Starfire narrowed his optics, glaring at him. "I already promised Nacelle that I would give him five daughters. I am breeding with my trinemates. No one else. And especially not with you."

Contrail just kept smiling, his jaw pistons getting a little tighter as he clenched. "You're being selfish, Starfire. Why bring Seekerlets into this world who will live in poverty and to a Seeker who wouldn't be the best carrier when it comes to coding."

"Nacelle and I are both sons of former Alphas. Our coding is stronger than yours. You have no Alpha for a creator or grandcreator. My coding and Nacelle's is the most desirable and will yield strong, powerful, intelligent, and worthy creations. You simply wish to have some of that to compensate for your poor coding."

Contrail's smile finally vanished as he flicked his wings. "Think about this carefully, Starfire. You would miss out on a-"

"No, Contrail, I won't miss out on anything but having to see your tiny spike. I'm not breeding with you and even if I had to whore myself out to survive I still would never frag you."

"Watch what you say to me, sparkling."

"Go frag yourself, glitch."

Contrail lunged forward and tackled the larger Seeker. He pinned him down before activating his thrusters and slamming Starfire into the wall. The red Seeker kicked at him, pulling at the servos holding onto him. Contrail continuously slammed him against the wall, then a support pillar, then onto the floor, and then the wall again, just flying around, trying to knock him out. Starfire desperately struggled, managing to get Contrail to release him for a brief moment before he grabbed him again. Contrail swung him around by the wing and smashed him into a support pillar before smacking his brow against a metal beam.

And that's when it went black for the young Seeker.

He onlined finding himself chained to a support pillar, his back exposed. His optics widened, knowing that the support pillar and being made to stand like this meant a flogging.

"Finally online." Contrail grunted as he approached. "I keep thinking that you would learn from all your past beatings, but they only make you behave for a couple of orbital cycles. Very much like your carrier. And like your carrier, I believe you should be punished as he was, so I went and spoke with Megatron. It took some convincing, but he finally lent me something that was very… dear to Starscream." He then unsubspaced a wicked, multi-tailed energon whip and held it up so Starfire could see. "This is Attitude Adjustment. Megatron had it specially created for your carrier. Starscream grew use to pain, floggings, and could withstand the worst without offlining or even crying out. So, Megatron had this built to bring about as much pain, suffering, and bodily harm as possible. And the results were positive for Megatron. Starscream learned to fear punishment again and would actually behave after being flogged." He smiled evilly. "Let's see how it works on you."

Starfire's lower lip plate trembled, his optics large and glowing brightly. He watched the Alpha walk behind him, then turned to the pillar, his intakes increasing.

"Contrail, please! Don't do this!" Nacelle's vocalizer called out, obviously desperate and terrified.

Starfire swallowed at that vocalizer, his optics momentarily offlining. He had a trinemate now. He had a duty to be caring for and protecting that Seeker. Being wounded from a flogging was not something he should be allowing to happen. And when him and Nacelle started having creations… He had to stop this.

Contrail powered on the whip, his wings fluttering when he felt it's raw energy. Far more powerful than any other whip he had held. He studied it, getting a feel for its weight before swinging his arm and lashing it across Starfire's back.

The worst, hellish, searing death whipped across Starfire's backplates. He screamed louder than he ever had, leaped forward. The tails tore into his plates, cutting through his metal almost like a knife, sending the most evil of burning pains racing through his systems, engulfing him in their cruel, stinging horror.

"One." Contrail smiled.

The Alpha kept lashing the poor Seeker, laughing at the horrid, shrill shrieks of agony that erupted from him. He struck Starfire's backplates, aft, wings, and thighs, mercilessly beating down on him, watching the plates get torn up, and energon splattering and dripping down, puddling beneath the jerking peds.

It didn't take that many lashes before the pain became too much for him and everything went black.

"Let me see those optics. There they are."

Starfire groaned, his optics slowly onlining to see Hook looking down at him. He felt… sore and… pain in his entire backside. It was not the worst, but present.

"How long was I out?" He groaned.

"Two orbital cycles." The Constructicon grunted. "Surprising since you only received thirty lashes. And several were from after you offlined."

Starfire suddenly noticed the Seeker lying beside him, cuddling protectively as he covered as much of his trineleader as possible. Starfire faintly smirked, loving that simple action of love from his brother. He slowly reached an arm over and gently stroked that blue helm.

Nacelle slowly onlined, his wings perking. They suddenly fluttered madly when he saw that the larger Seeker was online. Kisses were furiously pressed all over the dark faceplates, followed by loud engine purring.

Starfire chuckled. "Miss me?"

"A fragging lot." He kept kissing.

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault. That slagger just bullies everyone."

"He had been asking to make me his breeding mate…"

Nacelle perked his wings. "Really?"

"I think I'm getting to him."

"I think you are, especially since you are trined to me. My sire may not have been the most popular, but he was still an Alpha. And two sons of Alphas trined together… And Starscream was loved by most Seekers. Even those who hated him during his reign now realize how good he was and want him back."

"Good. Keep him scared and them on my side. He can beat me all he wants to, I'm not giving up."

"I rather he didn't beat you…"

"I'm fine. I can handle it."

Hook snorted, having heard that a trillion times from a different Seeker.

"I don't think you can." He paused, not sure if he should say anything, but then went ahead and spoke. "Contrail went after me after you offlined…"

Starfire turned to him, his optics narrowing. "What did he do?" He demanded.

Nacelle lowered his wings. "He beat me with a cable and whip… Not Attitude Adjustment. A different one. And then he dominated me. All the while you were still chained and heavily leaking. It wasn't until he had finished punishing me that he allowed me and my friends to carry you to medbay."

Starfire flicked his wings, then hissed at the pain. "He's going too far with this." He growled.

"He's scared of you. He knows once you are trained and have the third trinemate that you'll have him beat. You're Starscream's son. You have his determination, his intelligence, and his stubbornness. And most Seekers do want to see you succeed. You may not be Starscream, but you're all we have left of him and we want something of his to lead us."

Starfire was silent, just thinking. "I'm not ready yet to challenge him. I need to finish my training and trine Slipstream."

"Don't feel rushed. We will take our time, make sure you are ready, and then you fight him. Please, don't try anything before."

Starfire slowly nodded before turning back to his trinemate. "I love you."

Nacelle sheepishly smiled, his wings fluttering. "I love you, too."

"When Hook releases me I'm going to love on you so hard."

"Just don't break me."

"I'll risk it." Starfire winked before capturing Nacelle's lip plates in a searing kiss.

Hotlink rubbed over his faceplates tiredly as he sat in mess hall. Bitstream hadn't come near him in a few orbital cycles now, and his depression over his trine was only worsening. He had no one to talk to about it, not that it was anyone's business, and he had to keep up the charade that he was in control, he was in charge, and be brave for his trine. Trineleaders simply were not allowed the privilege of emotions.

"Mmmm!"

The purple Seeker looked up when Sunstorm quickly came over to him, his arms outstretched for a hug. Hotlink scooted back and allowed his trinemate to sit on his lap, hugging him tightly, his wings drooping.

"What's wrong?" Hotlink asked softly.

"I-I want to go back with you. Contrail keeps trying to spark me and he's getting rougher about everything." He wiped at his optics, obviously having been crying earlier.

"I know… I'm trying to get you back. I talked to Contrail some the other orbital cycle. He just… He wants to try a few more times and then if you still can't procreate he'll give you back." He kissed him. "Everyone is becoming so much more protective of their trinemates. If you won't spark, Contrail may try his trinemates, or go after someone else…"

"He should just stick to his trinemates… No one else wants him."

"Agreed." Hotlink kissed him, hugging him close.

Contrail watched Sunstorm from the other side of mess hall. He turned and flew up to the rafters, certain that the yellow one wouldn't try something with the engineer. The Alpha spotted his target and moved in, keeping his wings held high.

"Hello, Slipstream." He purred, standing over her.

The femme looked up at him, her wings flaring, not afraid to stand up to the Alpha. After all, she kicked Starscream's aft a few times. "What do you want, Contrail?" She inquired coolly.

Contrail ignored her dominating body language. "I've come with a proposition for you. One that will only benefit you greatly." He smirked sexily.

Slipstream raised an optical ridge. "You're going to castrate yourself?"

Contrail flicked his wings, his smile turning into a snarl. "Watch it, femme. No, I am here to propose to you that you become a breeding mate of mine. You will be gifted the chance to carry and raise my creations, have the full protection of the Alpha, and no longer be single."

She rolled her optics. "I love being single, Contrail. And I wouldn't breed with you if you were the last Seeker mech in existence. If you were the last Cybertronian mech in existence." She flicked her wings. "Go play with your microspike elsewhere. Its molecular presence is not desired here."

Contrail flicked his wings, his optics glaring death at her. "Don't force me into action, Slipstream." He snapped.

"Try something. See what happens." She flicked her wings back at him.

Contrail grasped her arm and yanked her up, forcing her to stand. He turned her around so her back was facing him, and grasped her codpiece. Slipstream's optics widened, knowing what he was doing. She elbowed him in the side, then jerked her helm back hard, smashing it against his faceplates. He yelped, then slammed her against the wall, easily pinning her since he was stronger than her.

"Don't fight me, Slipstream." He growled in her audio receptor. "Remove your codpiece at once."

The femme hesitated, then slowly lowered her wings. "Yes, sir." She then removed her codpiece and spread out her legs.

The Alpha flicked his wings, flaring them, then folded away his own codpiece. He dry humped against her twice, being turned on my her stunning frame and faceplates. She was such a prize, and sparklings he had with her would truly be beautiful. His spike shot out, hard and ready. He pressed it between her legs, preparing to enter her.

Slipstream smirked, feeling it there. Suddenly, she reached down, grasped it, and twisted it before bending it.

Contrail shrieked from the pain, grabbing at her wrists, but she jerked her helm back, smacking into his faceplates again, before activating her thrusters, spinning around until she was upside down, looking up at him, and shoving her still active thrusters into his faceplates.

He cried out, grabbing her ankles and shoving them away, only to have her yank and twist his spike harder. The femme swung her legs down, wrapped them around his, and jerked them to the side, causing him to lose balance and fall onto the support beam right against his abdominal plates. The femme stood up and planted a ped against his backplates.

"Don't ever try to rape, dominate, or touch me ever again." She so calmly ordered before transforming and flying down.

The Alpha groaned, slowly sitting up on the beam and looking down at his very abused, twisted, and bent spike. It was too broken to even retract back into its casing, which meant a trip to medbay… And it would be exposed the whole way over.

Slag that glitch… Why did Primus ever make her anyway?

Getting closer to finishing this fic. I'm just tired of it so am making some changes to it. Either will end next chapter or two more. Will have to see. Hope you guys are at least enjoying it. I just want to finish it and start on the next fic!

So much drama. Maybe one day I could write a story about fanfiction or original without drama... Nah, that's impossible for me. XD

Where is, Megatron? Probably hitting himself for letting Starscream die and thus no longer being around his fabulousness or getting laid. Bad, Megs, bad.