Update. :D And a large one that is. Not much is going to transpire storywise but a lot will happen for the single characters. Seeker goodness enlarge. Please tell me what you think of the Skywarp/Thundercracker part. It really intrigued me to write, and i feel i hit home. But do you get the right mushy feelings reading? let me know!
If you want to know what music filled my muse while writing, this time it was Shakira with Suerte. when i found the english lyrics i could not avoid smiling, at that point i was far into the Skywap/Thundercracker part.
Keep reading and i will keep writing.:)
Oh, and now you are here. check up on my prologue to a new story i have thought about.:) The first chapter of The Immortals is published.
Enjoy!
Iacon, Ratchet's medbay:
A dozen of orns had gone by since the seekerlets first transformation, and nothing new had happened in the following time.
Ratchet however had received news from the Science Academy that he was to get a medic in training to educate. That had left the two autobots arguing what to do with the seekerlet. No one knew of the existence of the little being. They had both been protective, knowing how the general opinions of the seekers were.
Now they had to let a stranger into their little family and try to protect their secret.
Hound had suggested that he could just take the seekerlet with him out in the wilderness while the medic in training was around, but Ratchet had countered that, by the fact that the new mech would be staying with them, living under the same roof as themselves and would not be leaving.
You could not plan everything regarding medicine.
That was why they finally had decided to gauge the mech first, before they would introduce him to the seekerlet.
Currently Ratchet had the young medic with him inside the medbay.
Firstaid was the designation the white and red medic in training had the presented himself with.
What Hound had seen of him, he already liked the medic in training, and was sure that the seekerlet would too. The question was whether Firstaid could handle having a presumed wild transformer roaming around him while working.
On the shoulder of the tracker the seekerlet studied the door into the medbay intensely. It was like it sensed that something important was going on and tried to will the doors to disappear.
"Relax." Hound told the little being.
The intense optics turned to look at the green mech, and the seekerlet crocked its head to the side, studying Hound.
Returning to the door it let out what unmistakable sounded like an impatient sound.
Sure that Ratchet would take some more time before they would be ready to introduce the medic in training to the seekerlet, Hound decided to take a walk outside.
The walk was not as easy as usual anymore, with the seekerlet growing like it had. Where he before just needed to curl his servo around it to shield it from bypassing transformers, he now actually had to be wary of his surroundings. He was still able to hide the seekerlet, but now he had to use both his servos and be sure not to curl them too tight around the seekerlet.
One time he had by accident managed to get the little wild tail stuck between his digits. No wonder the seekerlet had screeched as it had. And he had had to have Ratchet to release the tail from one of his joints where it had lodged itself. Since then he had become aware of where the tail was at any moment.
When they first reached the outskirts of the city state, he would be able to release the seekerlet from his protective servos and let the wind caress it. He had noticed lately that it studied the surroundings more intently and vibrated its wings more than it used to. It was clear to him that it was developing more than just growing in size.
Noticing that the seekerlet was looking at a spot in the distance as intensely as it had looked at the door into the medbay, Hound adjusted his optics to see what had the seekerlet so enthralled.
What he saw confused him.
It was looking at a pair of sparklings playing.
The sparklings was only a bit larger than the seekerlet was at the moment and was running around, chasing each other on wobbling pedes.
What Hound didn't see, but the seekerlet clearly saw was the little tame petro rabbit running at the small delicate pedes of the sparklings.
As it studied the animal the seekerlet unconsciously flexed its claws and leaned forward at the servo Hound currently held it in.
The movements caused Hound to fear that the seekerlet would trip from his servo and he curled his digits, shielding the sight of the rabbit from the seekerlet.
Annoyed the seekerlet jumped around and finally made it to the shoulder where its tail leisurely curled around the trackers neck, while it once more returned its focus on its prey.
Hound still unknown to the hunt he soon would witness just relaxed and enjoyed the sight of the sky. He talked a bit to the seekerlet, and now and then he got a little chip or trill.
Then the seekerlet became silent, and before Hound knew it, the little being was in the air, and he was witness to the second transformation the seekerlet had done.
Awed by how every part of the seekerlet formed and bended into the little tetrajet, he expected the aerial mode to not stay airborne as Ratchet had told it had happened in the medbay. But this time, as he swiftly tried to get his servos under the tetrajet, the seekerlet shoot into the air, gaining altitude.
The tracker could only stay and look after the tetrajet becoming smaller and smaller. Fear filled his spark at the sight. What he sensed from the bond they had with it was joy and determination.
Then he heard screaming.
The sparklings he had studied was running inside the building close by while screaming and pointing to something in the air.
Hound got a feeling he knew what it was they were pointing at.
Oh this was bad.
And he still didn't understand why the seekerlet had taken off.
Letting out a trill he tried to coax the seekerlet back to him, but a breem passed and he saw nothing of it.
Then as he was about to comm. Ratchet to tell the bad news, he saw a horrified sight coming at him.
Sure it was the seekerlet, and it had him relieved. But what was in its claws made his energon run cold.
Landing perfectly content the seekerlet found its spot on the trackers shoulder, holding the bleeding corpse of the petro rabbit between its claws and talons. And it was ripping into it with joy, the crushing of metal sounding loud into his audio.
Trying to remove the mess from his frame he was greeted with a vicious growl and the seekerlet actually snapped at his digits. Each attempt to remove the dead rabbit caused the seekerlet to retaliate against the intruding digits. The act was clear. That was the seekerlets prey; he could go find his own.
As he gave up and began the trip back to the medbay he didn't dare to take the seekerlet away from his shoulder, and it made it clear that it stayed there by curling the tail around his neck. He wasn't sure if he actually felt the extra tightening to the cables in his neck or if it was his imagination.
The seekerlet finished its feeding on the rabbit just as they got the medbay in their sight, and the remaining parts were carelessly dumped from the autobots frame. It landed on the road with a sickening splat and Hound valiantly suppressed the urge to turn and look.
He just wanted to get inside, and get a bath.
Surprisingly the seekerlet was almost completely clean; how that was possible Hound didn't understand.
As they entered the front door the door into the medbay opened and Ratchet greeted their return. The medic saw the distraught look on the tracker and wondered what had the normally calm mech that distressed. Then he saw the seekerlet at the shoulder and the fluids dripping down from said shoulder.
He hurried to the tracker and looked them both over before Hound halted his progress.
"Don't. No one is hurt. None of us at least." Hound told, his voice sounding strained and weak.
Ratchet took the Seekerlet from Hound and as he lifted the little being it purred contently. It was sated; its needs met and for once it had no urges demanding anything.
Inside the medbay, where Ratchet had left him, Firstaid took his time to study the place he would be working the next many vorns until he would be skilled enough to get his own medbay. The conversation with the medic had been interesting, and Firstaid was intrigued by the specialization Ratchet had made into working with processors and CPU's. That was some of the most delicate working beyond spark surgery. And not many had taken the time to look into the field. It was tedious work and required certain skills. That Ratchet was a renowned medic on the field spoke a lot of the medic he was going to tutor under.
A loud outburst outside the medbay made Firstaid curious, and he felt he had spent enough time at the moment looking around in his new surroundings and went towards the door to see what was going on.
As he went through the door he saw the shocked look on the medic.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked, turning his optics from the medic to the green mech beside Ratchet.
Then he saw the dripping fluids and his medical code made him take several steps towards the tracker before a servo held up stopped him.
Hound looking disgusted at the dripping substance shook his head, telling the medic that he was okay, that it was nothing.
Confused Firstaid turned to Ratchet who seemed to have frozen on the spot, his servos cradled into a ball.
"Sir, are you okay?" he asked.
That seemed to wake the medic from where his mind had been and looking at the other he put on a smile. A smile that Firstaid was didn't reach the optics.
"Oh, everything is okay. We have one last thing to do before we are done." At that Ratchet uncurled his servos and Firstaid could finally see the seekerlet resting content in the servo.
"Is that? Am I seeing right?" the medic in training asked, looking closer at the seekerlet.
The act calmed the adopted creators. It seemed Firstaid might be able to handle the seekerlet.
"Yes. It is a seeker. We have had it for four vorns now." Ratchet told, seeing the questions building up in the others mind. He understood. He would have been intrigued himself if it was he who was presented with such a rare occurrence it was to see a seeker this close.
"Fascinating." Firstaid exclaimed.
As the seekerlet sensed the hot breath that Firstaid breathed on its wings, it wriggled the little appendages and opened one optic to see what was causing the disruption in the air.
Then with a squawk it reeled in the servo, the stranger being too close.
Getting to Ratchets shoulder it lodged the tail around his neck and threateningly flared its wings while baring its dentas.
It silenced anything that any of the three autobots would have said. The adopted creators had never seen this act before. To Firstaid the sight of the posture felt threatening enough, but what really made his tank churn in discomfort was the look in the seekers optics.
Even with the seeker being that small he felt the danger at being looked at like that. Like it calculated how it could deactivate him. The intenseness in the optics made it clear to the medic in training, that this seeker was not just some none sentient being. And it scared him.
Ratchet didn't know what he had expected from the seekerlet, but this reaction had never entered his mind. The seekerlet had never threatened him or Hound.
Reasoning a bit he decided that he shouldn't have been so surprised with what Hound had explained that the seekerlet had done on their trip outside.
That it suddenly had turned aggressive against the tracker and had begun to hunt for its own food had shocked the medic. And with the new aggressiveness continuing Ratchet felt trouble brewing. He had completely accepted the seekerlet and had formed their little family. If the little one became more and more wild, it would not be possible for them to keep it.
He felt a slight pain at the thought. He had grown so used to the little being that he could not imagine a life without it. But had he thought it all through?
The seekerlet would continue to grow, and at a point they would have a mature seeker in their care. A seeker that was wilder and more aggressive than any in its surroundings. The medic could foresee large amounts of spilled energon and damaged cybertronians if they made the wrong decision by keeping it and not manage to somehow tame it. No civilize it was a more proper word he decided.
But could they do it?
Was it even possible?
Hound could see the troubles rising in the medic's optics. He himself had had an optic opener when the seekerlet had brought the rabbit back and had protected its prey so fiercely.
To this point their adopted creation had never acted aggressively against anyone. Now it showed its true colors. And the fact that they cared for a wild being had never been clearer to the tracker. He had forgotten how the seekers could be, with the seekerlet so compliant and none threatening.
He sighed.
They might have to release it back into its true home.
Forest in the southern hemisphere:
Skywarp woke with a pained groan.
What was going on with him? He had recharged peacefully beside Thundercracker before a pain in his frame had jerked him from his recharge.
A moment later the pain happened again.
'NO!' he thought. The familiar convulsions soon following the pain.
The heat had come back. Time had gone by, and a dozen of orns had passed. He had thought the warning the carrier had told him through and had waited for the pain and convulsions to return. But they hadn't. Not before now.
Beside him Thundercracker turned in his sleep, the large wings on instinct following the roll before the Winglord again settled, this time the large blue wings covering his black and purple trinemate.
The scent of the dominant this close did some funny things to Skywarps spark, and he tried to shy away, careful to not wake the blue seeker.
His coding was once again compelling him to leave the closeness of the Winglord.
Somewhere else in the camp of the clan, Thundercrackers creators were playing host to the clan leader of the 'Quick flight' clan. Since their united effort to locate the flighty black and purple seeker, the two clan leaders had had several meetings. Some of the seekers from the other clan still lingered and some had even found together with seekers from the resident clan. Their come together had turned to be fruitful and the leaders enjoyed how their clans were coming together.
/Has anything happened between the two?/ 'Swift flight' asked.
To that a smile crept into the face of the other clan leader. /No. Leave it to Skywarp to make a mess of something this normal./ 'Swiftstrike' proclaimed.
To that the clan leaders soon entered a humorous laugh.
'Swift flight' had had plenty of tales about the black and purple "nothing" to let the other get a nice insight in how the seeker thought and acted in situations.
/And Thundercracker? I understand he has some knowledge?/ the yellow and red clan leader asked.
At that the black and grey seeker looked to his mate.
/Forced to mate is not experience./ the carrier explained, some hardness bleeding into the seekers optics. The anguish that had consumed the Winglord after the experience had taken time for the carrier to defuse, and the later knowledge that the "nothing" had deactivated without any sign of the seekerling had caused even more distress in the blue seeker.
Thundercracker had only been forced to mate with the heat suffering seeker because of a petty action made by the "nothing"'s clan leader. No dominant had followed the group that delivered the seeker before the Winglord. There had only been submissives and no other dominants to avoid the Winglord to enter his rut the instant he came close enough to the suffering seeker.
The carrier had fallen upon the clan leader with vengeance when he found out that no dominant had been in the vicinity when the "nothing" had been presented to Thundercracker.
If another dominant had been present it would have stalled the rise of the rut in both of the present dominants. Their coding demanded to mate when presented with a seeker in heat, but if there were threats in the area, like another dominant, the rise of the rut would be negated. By letting Thundercracker be the only dominant when the heat suffering seeker was shown, the clan leader had practically lured the Winglord into a trap that he could not escape.
The carrier had challenged the clan leader in his rage, and 'Swiftstrike' had been the one to fight the other clan leader. He understood why the blue and yellow seeker had acted like he had, but still was dissatisfied by his mate's actions. The result of the challenge had been 'Swiftstrike' coming out of it as the victor, the other clan leader left in a pile of mangled parts, but still online.
That had been the only gesture the creator had done for his creation in all Thundercrackers time alive, and it had only been due to the carrier's recklessness.
The carrier had shown a new side of his being. Everyone was used to the blue and yellow seeker to be helpful, nonviolent and friendly towards all, but that time had truly enraged him to a degree where nothing would save the other clan leader from the wrath of a creator.
Now 'Swift flight' saw a shed of that part of the carrier rise in the blue and yellow seekers optics, and he swiftly looked away. It was uncommon for a submissive to cause a dominant to feel this threatened but the carrier managed that without much effort.
/I hope that his first time with Skywarp will console and mend the remaining fear he feels./ The carrier explained, his optics sweeping the camp.
Everything was calm, most of the seekers rested at the moment and silence roamed the air of the camp.
Then a feeling crept into the blue and yellow seekers spark, and he narrowed his optics. His wings perked up, sensors alert.
The act caused the two dominants to flare their own wings, ready in case of any threat.
After some time the carrier lowered his wings, and they fanned relaxed on his back, sending soothing signals to the others.
/Don't worry. It is nothing. Excuse me I have something to do./ with that the carrier rose and left the area and the two dominants. 'Swiftstrike' knowing his mate, knew that more was going on than the seeker let on, but accepted the wish for the other to be discreet. Instead of following his mate he instead returned and resumed the joyous banter they had had.
Skywarp had managed to crawl out from the wide blue wings without alerting his trinemate of his leave, and was moving towards the rim of the camp. If he transformed inside the camp everyone would be alerted to his leave.
As he reached the beginning of the tight forest surrounding them some of the tension that had been in his frame left him and his stance was more relaxed.
Then he heard the sound of thrusters coming his way and he panicked firing his thrusters and attempted to flee the area.
/SKYWARP!/ he heard shouted at him and his thrusters stalled in their advance, he dumped to the ground in an undignified pile.
Looking towards the camp he saw the blue and yellow carrier stomp his way towards where he lay.
Caught.
He gulped as he saw the other advance in on him, and expected to be beaten for his antics.
Instead the carrier crouched down beside him and looked him close into the optics. As the pain and convulsions once more occurred he heard the other sigh.
The carrier had just been confirmed in his suspicions.
::Swift, please get Thundercracker and come to me with him. Don't leave when you have done so.:: the carrier send to his mate.
::He tried again?:: was the only reply. It was clearly who he meant.
::Yes.:: the carrier shot back while shaking his head slightly.
/Why Skywarp?/ he turned to the black and purple seeker.
The teleporter looked down at the question and didn't respond.
/Shy. It is going to be okay./ the blue and yellow seeker gathered the younger in his embrace, hoping to calm the other.
/I. I'm scared./ finally left Skywarps vocalizer.
/Nothing to be afraid of dear. It is all normal./ the carrier consoled.
The pain and convulsions was completely normal. The pain signaled that a part of the submissives spark had dislodged itself from the main spark. The convulsions following the pain were the sign that the spark fragment was travelling down a tube that connected the sparkchamber with the gestation chamber, where the sparking would occur when the spark fragment met the transfluids of the dominant seeker. Then the spark would return to the sparkchamber and connect with the mature spark and feed from it.
The fact that Skywarp felt continuous pains and convulsions was because the spark fragments would be reabsorbed into his frame if they weren't fused with transfluids within a certain timeframe, and the spark would continue releasing fragments until a sparking had occurred in the seeker.
Only a joining between the Winglord and his trinemate would make the process stop.
Noises drew both submissives attention to the camp and Skywarp let out a suffering whimper at the sight of the advancing dominants. The sight was far from comforting, and deep down his own dominant coding stirred.
Thundercracker had been awoken by his creator. When he had looked around he had found the place devoid of his trinemate, and dread filled his spark. Had Skywarp gone missing again?
A look to his creator revealed nothing; the clan leader was completely neutral in his expression. As Thundercracker had woken completely his creator had rose from his crouched position beside the Winglord and had gestured for Thundercracker to follow him.
Now they were walking towards the rim of the camp and Thundercracker wondered what had happened.
Then he saw Skywarp in his carriers embrace and fear overtook the feeling of dread in his spark.
His memory core mercilessly replayed his experience with the "nothing" and he froze in his advance towards the two submissives.
The carrier seeing his trepidation rose and made it clear for Skywarp to stay down. Beside the Winglord the clan leader waited calmly. This was delicate for his creation. That much he knew and he let the carrier take the lead.
As the carrier reached the two dominants, Thundercracker got a wind of Skywarps special aroma the seeker produced to lure its mate to it while affected by the heat, coming from the frame of his carrier where the blue and yellow seeker had touched the teleporter. And he could not avoid the pleased growl leaving his vocalizer.
The scent awoke a fire in his spark and his processor became devoid of any fear he previously had had. This part of the mating had not happened with the other "nothing" simply because that one had not been connected to Thundercracker in any way. With Skywarp, the black and purple seeker was HIS.
Skywarp seeing the change in his trinemates stance and the fire suddenly entering the optics didn't like what was happening, and tried to get up from his place on the ground.
The movement turned Thundercrackers focus toward his heat suffering trinemate and he began to advance in on the other seeker, followed closely by his creators.
As long as 'Swiftstrike' was there, the actions would be controllable and the four of them would even be able to leave the area to let the two youngsters have some more privacy if the need arose.
The more Skywarp tried to get up and failed the more he spread his scent in the air, and Thundercracker's olfactory sensors greedily took in everything Skywarp expelled to the air as the seeker advance on the shaking frame on the ground.
Finally Skywarp just curled into a ball on the ground, trying to protect himself from what his dominant coding told him was bad as the pain and convulsions still rattled his frame.
A suffering whimper from the seeker caused the carrier to let 'Swiftstrike' hold back Thundercracker as he walked to the trembling frame.
Uncurling the seeker slowly the carrier gave Skywarp a reassuring smile.
/It is going to be fine. Don't worry. We are here. Nothing bad is going to happen./ the carrier soothed. However the fear never left Skywarps optics.
::I'm going to help him up. It might be better to lead them to some more privacy.:: the carrier send to the clan leader.
::Thundercracker will need something to calm him on the way. As far as he is gone at the moment he can turn violently.:: the dominant warned his mate.
A knowing smile entered the face of the carrier.
::Oh, hon. Don't worry about that. We have the best remedy with us to defuse that violence.:: the carrier send while laughing through their bond.
If just Skywarp would realize what power he held over the most powerful seeker sparked.
Helping Skywarp to his thrusters the carrier explained to the teleporter that they would need him to be prepared for a short flight.
Meeting the yellow optics filled with knowledge that he himself lacked Skywarp glanced at his trinemate out of the corner. Then he nodded and the carrier made a gesture that signaled that Skywarp could take off when he was ready.
Shaking some of the convulsions from his frame he reverted into his altmode. Unseen not far away Thundercracker by reflex did the same, and as the black and purple seeker blasted into the air the Winglord followed.
The two older seekers hurried to follow the departing pair, the carrier aiming to support Skywarp in his flight when the convulsions would destabilize his flight, while the clan leader stayed close to Thundercracker.
'Swiftstrike' recalled the words he had uttered earlier about Skywarp and the seeker making what was normal into a mess. If it had been anyone else entering their first heat, they would have been past the first few problems that could occur now. But nothing was easy when it came to these two seekers.
Shortly later he followed his creation down to the ground again as Skywarp landed not far away. Once more the black and purple seeker convulsed in heavy shakes and Thundercracker walked towards the suffering seeker with determination, the large thrusters shaking the ground and the massive frame collapsing several trees on his way to his trinemate.
As Skywarp found himself trapped beneath the intense stare of his large blue Winglord as the teleporter came out of the last convulsion, he was not able to look away from the smoldering optics locked into his own.
His wings began to tremble, and he felt any will to flee leaving him.
A strange calm began to settle in his core and he let Thundercracker receive a considerate amount of his scent by unconsciously fanning his wings and spread the scent around him while he drew the scent of Thundercracker in.
As the black and purple seeker let out a content purr the carrier slowly left the area, going to his mate, and the two of them let the two young seekers get some more space. They didn't leave instantly, since that would cause Thundercracker to instantly enter his rut, and even as enthralled Skywarp was at the moment, the sight of his trinemate entering the rut in one go and the at times brutal mating could be too much for the earlier scared seeker.
Skywarp would need the time for his frame to react properly and be ready for what would happen when the heat and rut peaked.
As the Winglords wings slowly rose to their highest setting on Thundercrackers back Skywarp reverted his optics to the large appendages that stood taut out from the back of the blue seeker. In response his own wings rose from the position low on his back, the default setting for any submissive. Now they rose to the highest setting just as the blue seekers had. In any other circumstance the act would have been seen as a threat, but in this case it was a sign to the dominant that the submissive showed clear interest in mating.
As the submissives wings reached their highest point Thundercrackers began to vibrate. The act was a sign to any dominants in the area that the submissive now was his mate, and that any dominant crossing the two would risk deactivation at the servo of the Winglord.
Now the older seekers retreated further away, 'Swiftstrike' clearly recognizing and feeling the threat issued. He was not interested in challenging his own creation on Thundercrackers own trinemate after having spent time much time to get them this far.
::I think they can be left on their own soon.:: the carrier interrupted the clan leaders focus.
Looking down at the seeker in his embrace 'Swiftstrike' nodded. He was not eager to watch his creation mate.
A laugh sounded over their bond, showing that the carrier had sensed his reluctance to spy on his own creation. Seekers as general were not bashful and enjoyed attention from their own kin. But with so much else being creators sometimes changed their behavior.
Crushed undergrowth alerted the pair to the fact that Thundercracker had closed the last distance between him and Skywarp and as they looked at the blue and black seeker they saw Skywarp reach a trembling servo towards the large wings of his mate.
A hiss was released from the Winglord as Skywarp touched the plating. The plating would be almost scorching to the touch with the time Thundercracker had been in his pre rut phase.
Once more Skywarp looked up into the captivating optics of his mate, while keeping his servo on the blue plating, slowly caressing. It caused Thundercracker to release several pleased sounds.
Then with fierceness Thundercracker dragged the black and purple seeker taut against his plating, the two seekers connecting from thruster to helm.
A whimper escaped Skywarp, but was soon exchanged with sounds of pleasure as Thundercracker bared his neck cables and nibbled at the sensitive wires revealed to him.
::Let's leave them.:: 'Swiftstrike' told his mate, but the carrier shook his head.
::First when Skywarp has opened himself completely. I want to be sure everything is going right.:: the carrier argued.
A dissatisfied sound left the clan leader, but he didn't argue further.
As Thundercracker mercilessly rained ministrations on the black and purple frame he elegantly caused Skywarp to take steps back, all while Skywarp didn't realize what was happening, consumed by the sensations coursing through his frame.
The black frame hitting a tree Thundercracker pushed his own frame into his mate, applying pressure that send tingling sensations into both their frames.
The tree not able to handle the pressure flattened and their frames feel to the ground, Skywarp taking the brunt of the force at the fall, but not caring.
Panting heavily he gasped for air as Thundercracker restrained one of the larger energon lines in his neck between dentas and pushed down on the fuel line, stopping the flow. Baring more of his neck to the blue seeker, revealing more of his sensitive wires to his mate Skywarp showed his eagerness for the Winglord to continue his actions.
A satisfied growl left Thundercracker, and he released the energon line, resuming his nibbling for some time.
During the nibbling Thundercracker began to grind his frame slowly into his mate prone under his larger frame, eliciting needy whimpers from the black and purple seeker.
Skywarps servos retreated from the wings of the Winglord to apply touches to the rest of the blue frame, mapping out seams and joints causing Thundercracker to voice his own pleasure, while he still focused on the black and purple seekers neck cables.
::Soon, dear.:: the carrier consoled, sensing the dominants discomfort at the sight before them. Thundercracker and Skywarp completely consumed by their lust forgetting they weren't alone.
A forceful grind of the two frames caused both of the seekers to voice their pleasure loudly, a strained groan leaving the blue seeker, while Skywarp moaned and wrapped his legs around the frame pinning him down.
The legs forced their interface panels together and the grind against the highly sensitive parts caused two things to happen.
First Thundercracker buckled at the sensation to his heated highly sensitive plating, causing the two panels to grind further together.
Secondly, Skywarp no longer could keep himself together at the feeling and his cover protecting his valve released baring his most intimate part for the world to see and for his mate to gain access to.
As the grind continued he smeared the lubricant pooling from the valve on the protective cover still hiding Thundercrackers spike.
::NOW:: 'Swiftstrike' growled, hauling his mate with him away from the sight.
A sigh left the carrier. He would have enjoyed watching his creation complete his first true mating. Making no argument this time the two older seekers left the two younger to complete the rest of the mating in privacy.
As 'Swiftstrike' left the area the threat assessment changed and Thundercracker relaxed completely into his mate, the spike releasing finally.
Without any warning the Winglord impaled his mate and sheathed himself to the hilt in one movement, causing Skywarp to let out a whimper of pain as his valve was stretched.
Thundercracker however didn't stop in his movements to let the submissive adjust to his intrusion. Instead he withdrew himself for to instantly slam into the black and purple seeker with force. Skywarp let out a distorted sound of pain, tinged with the sensations of pleasure filling his core.
As the valve adjusted to the spike the pained sounds warped into sounds of pleasure and soon the black and purple seeker was thrusting up against the blue seekers own thrusts into his frame. Two sets of wings vibrated in unison as the seekers copulated and when the Winglords first overload hit a roar left his vocalizer together with a low charged sonic boom releasing from his frame as he lost the control.
The weapon release rattled both their frames, but did no damage, and as Thundercracker forced the last amount of transfluids released from his spike into his mate, he resumed his deep thrusts into Skywarp, the rut keeping him going.
The next overload triggered not long after the first, filling the valve to the brim.
As the gestation chamber slowly was filled with the Winglords coding the excess amount of the silvery fluids dripped out of the valve splashing the joined frames in its sticky substance. Not that they noticed, the heat still not sated and the rut still in effect Thundercracker kept thrusting into his mate.
The final overload once again triggered Thundercrackers ability, this time enough to rattle the trees to release leafs that rained down on the joined frames. Slowly Thundercracker cycled down as Skywarp stopped shivering, and the scent of the heat slowly left the black and purple seekers frame.
The heat had been sated. Skywarp was carrying.
Not daring to look at his trinemate, Thundercracker rose from their position on the ground and turned his back to Skywarp.
He had done it again. Anguish filled his spark.
He waited for Skywarp to accuse him for what he had done, when the seeker realized what had happened.
Slowly the blue wings descended to the lowest position possible.
Behind him Skywarp was still lost in the haze that had taken him over during the heat and the closeness to Thundercracker.
Lying sprawled on his back quite undignified, with his thighs still parted and his valve there for all to see Skywarp just relaxed and slowly came back to himself.
As his processor cleared more and more he registered the absence of pain and convulsions in his frame, and he abruptly rose to sitting position when he didn't sense Thundercracker beside him. Franticly looking around he saw the slumped form of the Winglord some distance away.
He frowned at the lowered wings and the miserable stance.
'What was wrong?' he wondered.
/Thundercracker?/ he silently asked, trying to get any response from the Winglord.
He got none.
Thundercracker was so consumed in his own pity that he didn't recognize the concern filling the black and purple seekers voice as he said his name, or the worry overtaking the optics of his mate when he didn't react.
Rising to his thrusters and finding his legs strangely gooey, Skywarp relied on several trees as he made his way towards his mate. Reaching the Winglord, the black and purple seeker reached out one of his servos and gently caressed a wingtip.
That jolted Thundercracker out of his thoughts and as he turned towards the offender he was optics to optic with the very seeker he didn't dare to look at.
But to his surprise the look in the others optics was not of anger, but worry.
/Why are you not angry?/ he asked, stupefied. He could not phantom why Skywarp didn't show any hostility.
Crocking his head, gauging his blue mate, Skywarp wondered what was going on that he knew nothing about.
/Why should I be angry? It should be you being angry for me trying to leave./ the black and purple seeker answered puzzled.
Closing in on the blue seeker Skywarp let out a satisfied purr. Beyond some soreness in his frame he felt good. And he could feel the weight in his gestation chamber, still filled with Thundercrackers coding. In his spark chamber a warm feeling was nesting.
A puzzled look entered Thundercrackers expression at the closeness Skywarp demanded of him. Unable to deny the other the closeness he wrapped the black and purple seeker in his strong arms. Sensing his mate this close and not angry made some of the tension bleed out of his frame, and when he sensed the tingle added to his spark, he could not avoid the smile growing on his face.
They had sparked a little new seeker.
When Skywarps strength left him Thundercracker scooped the seeker in his arms and made the trip back to the camp. They would both need rest after all this.
And he would have to thank his creators. His carrier had been right. Everything would be all right.
Iacon, tower of the Lord High Protector.
Soundwave had not been able to locate the two seekers yet.
Something had caused the population of seekers in the area the two resided to grow and move unnatural. It had been too dangerous for anyone to venture out there with the seekers this unpredictable.
Now it seemed what had caused all the movements slowly had solved, and lesser and lesser seekers filled the area, making it possible for the telepath to dispatch his cassettes to locate the seekers.
Megatron was not happy with the stalling, but understood the clear facts. If he was to get the two seekers alone he needed for them to be unaware that they were being hunted.
With time Soundwave would have located them, and would follow them in their patterns.
When the seekers less expected it they would strike.
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