WARNING: This chapter is graphic! Tread with caution!

Moonbeam chased happily after Skywarp as they both soared through the sky. They were having fun playing; Skywarp was winning, but he slowed down a little to let the femme he loved catch up. Once he was slowed down, Moonbeam sped up, zooming ahead of him and doing a barrel roll.

Skywarp heard Moonbeam laughing as the two of them kept flying. Now he was glad he'd invited her to go flying with him today. They both loved it and were having fun.

Once they'd been flying for a little, they both turned to robot mode again and sat down. Skywarp opened some energon cubes he'd brought from base so they could refuel…and have something to talk over, of course.

"Flying is more fun with you, kissy-wissy," Skywarp told Moonbeam. "Everything is."

"I know," Moonbeam giggled. "I'm an interesting femme."

"You're really the only femme I've ever thought about the future with," Skywarp continued. "I don't know how you do it, but you touch every place in my spark. I feel so happy when I'm with you, like nothing bad could ever happen to me. You make me feel vulnerable and strong at the same time. I love when our eyes meet and I can feel the love pulsing throughout both of our bodies. When we make love, that's the best feeling in the world for me…and I hope for you too. I would do anything for you, even if it meant risking my own life. I want you; I need you; I will never stop loving you."

Moonbeam, to Skywarp's surprise, had a few little tears leaking out of her eyes as she whispered, "I love you too, sugar daddy."

One soft, gentle breeze blew across the two jets as Skywarp gently took Moonbeam's hands in his, then pulled her into a long, passionate kiss.

…

Starscream was sitting in the main monitor room, watching Seeker Daily Drama on TV. Normally, he hated the show, and everyone else he knew hated it too, but he was just having one of "those" days again, and he felt that watching something stupid was just the thing for him right now.

It was pretty lonely, being there all alone. Skywarp had invited Moonbeam on a flying sort of date, and who knows where Thundercracker went; he had been gone all day. Next to Starscream were stacks of empty energon cubes, which he had been consuming all day long. Moonbeam was right about Starscream's appetite; it had returned in full swing, and it was actually much more forceful than he remembered it being.

So Starscream was surprised when he heard a familiar voice behind him: "You've had enough energon for now, don't you think?"

"Slag off, Megatron." Starscream took another swig of energon, regardless of the warning.

"Relax, I just wanted to ask about the sparklings," said Megatron calmly, pushing some of the empty energon cubes aside and sitting down next to Starscream. "Is everything fine with them?"

"What do you care?" Starscream grumbled. "I thought I was a disgusting little whore."

"Either way, Starscream, whatever is inside of you right now is my offspring, and I must ensure its health and well-being," Megatron insisted. "Have you talked to Moonbeam lately?"

"How could I have?" Starscream felt his eyes well up with tears, but he fought them back. The worst thing, he knew, would be to cry in front of Megatron again. "That stupid femme is always out with Skywarp, and even though I've known him for literally all my life, now he leaves me behind in the cold for her, even when I need him and Thundercracker most. I-I hate her."

"Don't cry, Starscream," said Megatron. "You'll stress my CNA."

"Stop referring to them like that," Starscream told him, then put his hands over his face. "They will soon be actual sparklings, and they're MY sparklings too."

"The twins are passing along the CNA of me, Megatron," Megatron snapped. "You are merely the carrier."

"Well, you've got the easy part!" Starscream cried, pointing at Megatron. "All you had to do was shove your spike into me one day in the med bay, and you're done! I have to be sparked with twins for a whole year!"

"That's why it's so unfortunate that you had to be the one to do it," Megatron told him shortly. "You are a faint-hearted coward. If you were not, you would be able to carry my offspring to term without complaint or suffering."

Starscream wanted to shoot Megatron for saying that, but he was too tired. Instead, he just fell back onto the couch and burst into tears again, despite his efforts not to.

"Y-You treat this like it's a joke," he was sobbing. "But you d-don't know that my life is r-ruined. My trine is…is g-gone, and I-I didn't w-want to have sparklings, I'm not ready for that yet, I just…I-I don't know!"

"Stop crying," Megatron repeated. "Crying never solves anything."

"Well, so far, nothing else has either!" Starscream felt like he would never stop crying.

"You aren't happy to be having offspring?" Megatron asked. "Not even a little?"

Starscream lifted up his head and wiped his eyes. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Turn around and lie on your back," Megatron instructed. "Shouldn't they be moving around a little bit by now?"

"Well, I feel this weird sort of fluttering thing, more often than not," Starscream told him. "I don't really know what it is."

"May I?" asked Megatron, holding out one hand.

Starscream nodded. Why bother to argue?

With more gentleness than Starscream knew he had in him, Megatron placed one hand over the quite visible bump under Starscream's cockpit that contained the sparklings. For a few moments, nothing happened, then Starscream bolted up.

"Did you feel that?" he gasped.

"What?" said Megatron.

"I-I swear I felt it…kick or something," Starscream said breathlessly, falling backwards onto the couch again and placing his own hands over his twins protectively.

Megatron made an awkward sort of smile when Starscream grabbed his hand and pressed it on top of the sparklings again. After some waiting, there it was, the twins seemingly kicking for the first time ever.

…

"This sure is hot, ma'am," Thundercracker was mumbling as he felt his spike getting energetically sucked on. The femme's tongue was roaming everywhere, driving his nerves wild, while her hands stroked his cockpit. "You must be an old pro."

Of course she didn't answer, seeing as her mouth was "occupied", but Thundercracker felt her stifle a giggle. Just before he was about to release, she stopped her blow job and threw herself over him.

"I'm being paid by the hour," she cooed, running her fingers down one wing, the other hand still roaming around his southern regions. "Don't you think I'm going to try my best?"

Thundercracker felt himself release a little but not fully at her words. He let his hands slither down her legs to in between her thighs; she squirmed happily and hoisted herself up, then pulled him into a kiss.

"Your lips are sweeter than candied cyberberries, hon," Thundercracker moaned.

"If you overload more than twice tonight, sweetie, I can cut my prices in half," she whispered, then started to run her tongue up and down his wings; her metallic hands squeezed his spike and he forced himself to hold the transfluid in. Surely it didn't count as round one if he hadn't even entered her yet.

Thundercracker had been at the Cybertronian Mech's Club for most of the day, leaving his brothers and Moonbeam at base. Around dusk, when he was watching the dancers, this hooker had waltzed up to him, introduced herself only as "Gemstone", and offered him a good frag…at a modest price. Thundercracker, a little high on energon and yearning for some action anyway, had readily accepted.

At Gemstone's urging, Thundercracker let her sit on top of him, then pushed her back and eased himself in. Her legs were wrapped around his body and her soaking port was wrapped around his spike; his hands were both flat on the floor.

"Good job, Thundercracker," she moaned. "But let me show you how an old pro does it."

With this she shamelessly flipped him around without him even having to pull out so that she was on top. Her thrusts were fast and satisfying; it wasn't long before Thundercracker felt himself release completely inside of her.

Even so, he wasn't finished at all. This cheap thrill was perfect. It was helping to rid him of his irritating, unrequited Moonbeam fantasies, albeit temporarily. He pulled out for a little then sat back as she ran her tongue all the way down his body, from wings to cockpit to interface panel.

"Isn't it my turn now, hon?" Thundercracker asked in his deep voice, and he spread her legs; she squealed at the sensation of his tongue in her southern regions; when he felt himself getting pressurized again he lifted her head up and drew her into a kiss. She grabbed for his spike and shoved it in by her own means, to which Thundercracker let out a yelp…a very pleasured yelp.

"How did you get so, shall we say, fulfilling?" she teased. Since he was on top this time, it was Thundercracker's job to do the work—not that he minded…

"That's for me to know and you to find out, hon," he said huskily as she squeezed her legs around him tighter.

"Faster, sweetie, faster," she moaned, shoving her hips up and running her hands down his back.

Thundercracker completed his second overload and pulled out, then looked into Gemstone's gleaming eyes. She was a pearly white color, in contrast to the black-and-gold Moonbeam; she was not a Seeker and although she was attractive in a certain way, it was different than Moonbeam's kind of attractive.

Gemstone waited with a rather bewildered look on her face as Thundercracker's mind filled with thoughts of how it would be if he was doing this with Moonbeam instead of this hooker. The familiar filling of the pressurization he could only get for her was coming back, and he asked, "Gemstone…would you mind it if I called you 'Moonbeam'?"

Gemstone laughed. "Who's that? Your wife?"

"I wish," Thundercracker grumbled.

"Girlfriend?"

"I wish."

"Secret lover?"

"I wish."

Gemstone sat up and gave him an asymmetrical smile. "So is this just some femme you have a crush on? Because that's okay, you know? We can still do whatever you want tonight."

"She's…she's my brother's girlfriend," Thundercracker admitted.

"Starscream?" Gemstone gasped. "Oh wow, he'd be so angry if he knew you loved her too!"

"No, not Starscream." Thundercracker shook his head. "My other brother, Skywarp."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about him!" Gemstone giggled and knocked Thundercracker back down. "I forgot you guys were triplets."

"Yes ma'am, I'm about an hour older than Starscream and he's maybe thirty minutes older than Skywarp," Thundercracker told her. "Like I said, Moonbeam is Skywarp's girlfriend…so I can't really do anything with her, no matter how much I want to."

"So what does this lovely Moonbeam act like, then?" Gemstone cooed. "Because you'll find that I'm also a pretty good actress if I want to be."

"I'll show you," said Thundercracker, preparing to enter Gemstone yet again. "Let me show you some real fun, Moonbeam."