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Thrust had a lot to think about. The object of his affections hated him, but was surprisingly merciful for not offlining him on the spot. He had not seen his trine that cycle, but over their bond he briefly felt fear and pain. They must have been punished by Megatron. He would probably be next when the Commander realized he was no longer in the med bay.

He had not left his room since he had left the med bay. Part of him feared punishment, but another part knew he deserved whatever he got and more. Why in Primus name was he presented with this whole situation? Was it a test? Did Primus hate him? Maybe it was a test for him to overcome. In the end, he would probably be stronger for this learning experience… if he survived it.

"Primus. If you're there, I'll be a good mech, and won't bother Starscream again. Whatever you want from me that will get me out of this mess, give me a sign, I'll do it."

There was suddenly a small pop with three shadowy figures.

'Prime?'

"H-hello?" He asked meekly.


Thundercracker quickly turned his helm around to see whose quarters they were in, and was very surprised to see Thrust curled up in the corner of his berth staring at them with confused optics.

"Skywarp…?" TC's voice got dangerously low. Thrust was the last mech they needed to deal with, the one that incited all of this chaos to begin with, the one that desperately more than any other mech wanted to frag Starscream's brains out.

"What? It's the last place Megatron would think to look." He unceremoniously dropped Starscream on the berth and shot Thrust a 'you touch, you die' warning stare. Starscream landed on his back.

Skywarp instantly regretted it as he realized interface-driven Starscream's port was on display for Thrust as the small seeker twisted and writhed mumbling incoherent seeker words and moving his digits toward his...

The room instantly got warmer as a wide-opticked Thrust fought to turn away and ignore eons of programming for the sack of not having his interfacing equipment ripped off.

"This is kind of twisted and cruel, even for you." TC glared venomously at Warp. Warp sheepishly tried to rearrange Starscream and move his servos. TC took to sitting between Thrust and Starscream. There was an awkward silence filled in every now and then by Warp struggling to get a needy Starscream to comply with a different position

Thrust had taken to banging his helm against a wall as he cradled his knees.

"Why (Bang) are (Bang) you (Bang) doing (Bang) this (Bang) to (Bang) me, (Bang) Primus? (Bang) I (Bang) thought (Bang) we (Bang) had (Bang) a (Bang) deal." TC and Warp had taken to staring at Thrust.

"He's snapped." TC reached over to cover Warp's mouth to make him shut up, only to realize Starscream was no longer between them. He snapped his helm around the small quarters and saw that Starscream had crawled on top off Thrust, who was now holding up his hands in a surrendering posture to show 'I've touched nothing', in a straddling position.

"Can you help me overload?" Starscream's voice was husky and hot, his dimmed optics piercing into Thrust's very spark.

Skywarp grabbed the nearest blunt object, a chair, and was prepared to break it over Thrust's head when-

"Wait a minute. You aren't bonded to anyone. Who did you interface with when you hit your first heat?" TC stared at Thrust suspiciously.

"I-uh- please don't touch that…," Thrust hurriedly removed Starscream's servo from his interface panel receiving a disappointed moan, "I didn't interface the first t-time." Thrust tried to crawl into the wall as he noticed Skywarp still holding a chair over his head.

"What did you do?" TC was excited. Finally, answers. They should have asked Thrust to begin with.

"I-I c-couldn't overlOAd my SELF the first time." Thrust just took to ignoring Starscream's erotic touches by staring at the ceiling. "Dirge used his mOUth compo-po-po-ponentsssss."

TC gave a weary glance to Warp.

{Why didn't we think of that? Hatchet just said overload… Not interface…} They both turned back to the scene before them. Starscream was giggling.

"You're funny… I really like you…" He slowly leaned over as if he were trying to capture Thrust's mouth components.

"Oh Primus, please don't kill me!" Starscream giggled at Thrust's plea.

Skywarp was still holding the chair over his helm and he was getting a more savage look on his face every nanoclick. {Skywarp} Warp regarded TC with disinterest. {I don't think I could in all good conscience overload him myself.}

{Me neither. He's like a little brother.} There was an astrosecond of silence. Warp and TC stared at each other.

{Let's let Thrust do it.}

{What! Are you fragged in the processor as well-?} Skywarp yelped as Thundercracker's faceplates darkened with anger.

{I mean, Dearest to my spark!} Warp didn't need a pissed off bondmate and a crazed trine-mate.

{Thrust made it apparent he wouldn't hurt Starscream} Skywarp was about to protest {on purpose, and he stopped hurting Starscream on the battlefield, and he's obviously truly remorseful! Look. It's either we take our chances with Thrust overloading him with his mouth components, or Megatron, someone Starscream hates, with his probably gigantic spike! We have to do something.}

Skywarp lowered the chair and sat on the left side of Thrust with a sigh, wrapping his arm around the conehead's neck. TC moved to sit on the other side. Skywarp stared off at the distant wall.

"Hey Thrust?" Thrust nearly jumped. " Do you know what it's like to feel your enemy gargle his last words through a broken neck and a pool of energon while you're nesting in his ripped off appendages?" Thrust slowly shook his head no. "It feels pretty damn good."

TC nodded his helm absently in agreement.

"What I'm about to propose should not be taken lightly as it involves trust." Skywarp turned to face Thrust who still had Starscream fiddling with his interface panel. "I'm going to 'trust' you to overload not just any mech, but my Starscream. If you break his seal or bond to his spark, well…" He gave a tightlipped smile followed by a firm pat on the helm. "Haha, you don't want to know."

Thrust looked unsure. Was this a trick? Searching Skywarp's optics showed no trickery.

"R-really? You'd let me? What about Starscream?" Warp looked over at Starscream who had finally figured out how to remove Thrust's interface panel.

"I think he'll be fine."

Primus did exist!

"If you'll excuse me, time to make sure Megatron is distracted. Remember, I trust you." He gave a warning glare and TC sighed in relief. Problem solved.

As soon as they ensured his doors were locked and warped out of his quarters Starscream nuzzled his faceplates into Thrust's.

"We're alone." He gave a soft smile. Not a smirk, but a smile. It was ridiculously adorable. He felt his spike twinge in the cold air. Wait, where did his interface panel go? He noticed Starscream was holding it and started to move his port over Thrust's spike.

"No!" He grabbed Starscream by the waist and pushed him back on the berth. Starscream seemed startled. "You don't want to do that. It would be terribly painful."

Starscream seemed to accept his reasoning and gave a confirming chirp that he understood followed by another beautiful smile.

Thrust sighed drinking in the sight. He would never see this again, might as well drag it out.

He returned Starscream's smile as he crawled over him.

He slowly started kissing Starscream's chassis.

Starscream stiffened as though he were afraid Thrust would change his mind if he made any sudden movements. Thrust clicked at him to relax in seeker and nuzzled his chassis. Starscream let out a shaky breath.

Thrust repositioned his wings so they would be more flexible for what he wanted to do. The command trine didn't say 'No Foreplay'. That was an integral part of achieving overload in Thrust's optics. He crawled on top of Starscream and began his assault, licking the expanse of quivering wings.

He would lick up a sharp edge, nibble at the tip, then lick back towards Starscream's neck and start sucking. Starscream's cooling vents whirred to life with a gasp from Starscream. Thrust knew what he was doing. He sucked along Starscream's neck until Starscream started to make breathy moans, then he pushed his servos out onto Starscream's wings lightly tickling them with feathery touches.

Starscream was gripping at the berth, but soon took to gripping at Thrust's neck while panting.

Thrust smiled. He was so beautiful. He moved his lip components over Starscream's mouth and started sucking Starscream's lower lip. Starscream crushed their mouths together eagerly, wanting more. Thrust obliged by licking the lip components with his glossa and slowly gaining entrance. Primus, that taste.

He moved his hands from the wings and lightly scratched down the small frame, causing Starscream to squirm. He finally released Starscream's mouth and slowly, lovingly kissed down his frame.

When he had kissed down to Starscream's interfacing panel, he realized only the port cover had been taken off. It looked so tight. He felt himself stiffen more.

He slowly moved his glossa around the outside rim of the port, making Starscream buck up against his mouth and grab at the berth.

"Primus…" Starscream was gasping and squirming. Thrust smirked.

After a few more teasing swipes of his glossa around the outside, he finally plunged his glossa into the sweet abyss, holding Starscream's thighs apart. Starscream's panting increased as he started moaning incoherent words and jerking his helm around. He finally made out one word in seeker.

More.

He smiled and shoved his glossa in, running it over the seal a few times. Starscream grabbed his helm as though he were trying to push Thrust's glossa further in. Thrust grabbed his ignored spike, needing some form of release and soon, and started to pump it. He started to suck on a particularly sensitive edge of Starscream's port, relishing in the cries. Starscream started to thrash wildly, and finally with a loud shriek, liquid started to pool out. Starscream shivered and then repositioned his wings, and turned to his side looking satiated. Did he pass out?

'Frag.' He sighed, trying to will the urge to plunge his spike into Starscream away. He finished pumping himself with a grunt. He would worry about clean-up tomorrow.

"Starscream." Starscream made a satisfied 'Mmm' sound. "You probably won't remember this, but… I've always loved you." Starscream smiled.


D'awww... There is still more. Here was another sloppy, sort-of-sex scene. Oh boy!