A/N: Okay, thanks to Katea-Nui, the muse got back on board for this one. I hope you like it! It's going to be another long one to make up for the short chapter 13. However, it is mostly SW and TC centric because I need to get this screen time out of the way. More Blaster and Soundwave in the next chapter though.
Note: This is early due to a mid-semester on Tuesday, which I must study for on Monday. Therefore this was written earlier to take the pressure off. Updating will be back to Monday after this.
Warning: Sticky mech/mech consensual. There's another nightmare, but nothing graphic.
Turning Point – Chapter 14
Megatron glared out at the murky depths of the ocean outside his quarters, brooding.
He was furious. Not only had that big, oafish shuttle pounded him in battle, but he knew about what had been done to Starscream. Which meant he made a fresh enemy when he really didn't need another one. Add to this that he had no grand plans for action as to what the Decepticons should do as their next move. He should try again, to at least get Soundwave back. At least he'd have half the mental resources back again along with the added bonus of being a new frag-toy. The telepath had been truly delicious.
Hook and Ramjet were trying to come up with a plan, but so far they had proved to be incompetent.
Megatron never thought he would miss his SIC and TIC. Their combined processor power, along with his, was what created the plans.
Growling and fist clenching, the grey warlord resorted himself to placing a call to Cybertron.
It was time for Shockwave to come to Earth.
'Soundwave…'
Thudding footsteps.
'Soundwave. You can't run or hide from me. I claimed you…'
Denial.
Cracks in a glass.
A shattered mirror.
The blast from a cannon.
Screams of a most unholy nature. Of pain. Of agony. Of anger. They all echoed around him, the sound filling his audials. It followed him, wherever he ran. It was cold, so cold, hands grabbing at him, trying to touch him in that place. He swatted them away, but it was like he was blind. His visor couldn't be lifted, and yet still he ran. He didn't know where he was going, only that he wanted to be warm.
'Mine. Mine. Mine. Tight little...'
"No."
That was his own voice. It was firm. Stern. Commanding. It challenged the aggressor.
Mocking laughter replaced the screams. 'You'll never be able to escape me…because I'm right…here.'
Hands captured his hips, digging down into the seams in between his thigh and waist, beginning to assault his interface panel…
Soundwave sat up, panting. He took a glance around his room, glad to see his creations all in their bunks. He had made them recently, knowing that sometimes they didn't want to be on his berth or in his subspace cassette compartment. They looked at peace. Rumble and Frenzy were curled around each other, Laserbeak's wing over Buzzsaw's, while Ravage curled up with Ratbat snuggling in.
Relaxing slightly, the telepath retracted his visor, rubbing at his amber optics in his exhaustion. He could only thank Primus that this nightmare had been about him, not his cassettes. His cassette nightmares usually had him screaming. His own, he was learning to deal with. Repeated sessions with Prowl, Ratchet, and even a few with Smokescreen – along with Blaster's ever constant support – were helping.
He had to talk to Blaster. It was their standard routine now, even though Soundwave felt guilty for waking his friend up in the middle of the night, the red mech encouraged it as part of the slow healing process.
Shifting, careful not to wake his slumbering cassettes, the blue mech crept out of the room, entering Blaster's. He clicked down his visor as he did so, a habit borne through his years as a Decepticon. Never show your optics to anyone. They can read your emotions.
Blaster was in recharge, but that was to be expected.
Sitting on the edge of the berth, the tape deck reached over and gently shook his friend. "Blaster. Wake."
It took a few more shakes before optics finally dimmed online and focussed on him. "M'what? Wave?"
"Yes," replied the telepath, debating to give a mental nudge. He wanted to go back to recharge after he talked this out, and he was sure Blaster wanted to as well.
With a groan, Blaster sat up, rubbing at the bent horns on his helm and asking, "'Nother nigh'are?"
"Yes."
"Was Megatron dressed up in a lei and a hula skirt in this one? At least it would balance out the horror," Blaster mumbled tiredly, but smirking.
'Oh Primus Soundwave is so cute when he pouts like that!' he thought to himself as Soundwave crossed his arms, staring at him petulantly through that red visor. He chuckled as a hand came out and lightly whacked him on the shoulder.
"I take that to mean you have no interest in my dream and would like to get back to recharge. Farewell," said Soundwave stonily. He knew that Blaster had meant it as a joke, but it hurt a little to think that Blaster thought the nightmare to be so trivial as to make fun of it. The message must of gotten through, and as he rose from the berth, a hand shot out and anchored him there, the other's faceplates morphing instantly to remorse.
"Don't go. I was tryin' to be funny. C'mon, tell me, what happened?" asked Blaster, securing Soundwave's hand back to the berth. He mentally kicked himself. Soundwave was still sensitive, no matter how independent he was getting.
"Very well,' the telepath said quietly, relinquishing his hurt in favour for informing Blaster about what had happened. As usual, Blaster was attentive. Curiosity about whether Blaster was being honest and sincere about listening him took over his processor like an itch he couldn't scratch, and he gave into the temptation to brush a tendril of telepathy over his friend's consciousness. Carefully, he skimmed Blaster's thoughts. He saw and felt anger at Megatron as he continued to talk, saw how protective the boom box was of him. He saw how Blaster was dedicating all his sensors to his talk. A joyful relief filled him at this knowledge, and he concluded his dream summary, having trouble trying to hide his smile.
"Damn. That one's an intense one, but nowhere near as bad as that one you had a few days ago at least. Now…reciting time," said Blaster, injecting his voice with a faux cheeriness that made Soundwave smirk.
"I am not to blame for what was done to me. It was his fault, not mine, his choice, not mine. He cannot hurt me anymore because I want to experience life and continue with it to the best of my ability," recited Soundwave obediently. It was his mantra after every nightmare, even if he felt like a grade-A tool for sounding like a drone. Still, it worked. Conviction was renewed after each recital, and Blaster looked proud of him.
Smiling kindly, Blaster said, "Now there's a mech. Good job. Gonna recharge back in your room or ya wanna chill out here while I drop into relative unconsciousness?"
"Stay for a while," replied Soundwave immediately.
"All right. Nighty night, see ya in the morning," muttered Blaster, back in recharge before his helm hit the pillow.
Soundwave settled on the berth, sitting upright. Thinking. As he so commonly did.
Reviewing his life events in the past few weeks.
His time with his cassettes, being given more freedom as a family here with the Autobots than they ever had in the Decepticon army. They were renewing their familial bonds that had gone stale in the never ending cycle of 'attack-refuel-gather energon-recharge-revenge.' It warmed his spark to see his sparklings so carefree and content. The familial atmosphere in the Ark was strong, even with the few aggressors still bearing a grudge. It was interesting to see. There were gestalts like the Aerialbots and the Protectobots who were one big family with their creator, the inventor Wheeljack. While the fliers may have been more brash, the Protectobots were one of the most tightly knit gestalts he'd ever seen. There was also a lot to be said about the lovers on the Ark. Prowl and Jazz were the most remarkable pair he'd ever had the privilege to see and know. They genuinely loved each other – this he knew without looking into their processors. Other, lesser couples were also observably different from lovers back while in the Decepticon army.
Not to mention how the rec-room was not only a place for gossip and relaxation, it was the social hub. If there was any drama or excitement, it was going down there.
Other social customs he had not been privy to for years had integrated themselves within his life over the past three weeks. It seemed such a long time, but it was also a short one. Memories of his assault still haunted him, but it was if they were more muted. He would never forget, but they would not take over his life. Every now and then, he would feel a phantom pain in his valve, or he wouldn't like his body being too close to another's, but he was finding social distances to be easier to bear. Hugs or touches from his cassettes didn't worry him, neither did touches from Blaster. It was from those he was less comfortable with…
At least Prime had saw fit not to punish him for telepathically shutting down Tracks on the night of the party. All that had happened was Prime ordering the corvette to (although Tracks was grudging about it) apologise.
Looking to Blaster, already back in recharge, a wave of peace settled over Soundwave. Life may not be perfect, but he was cared for. He had a best friend like no other in the universe, and he had gained the trust of Prime and the Autobots as a whole.
The future, needless to say, looked bright.
"Good night, Blaster," he whispered, patting the smooth helm in gratitude and going back to his berth.
Now, if only he could shut out the rather strong telepathic waves from Skywarp and Thundercracker, his second recharge phase would be wonderful.
"Mmmm…."
"Oooh."
"You are enjoying this far too much."
"Hey, it was ages ago that you last gave me a wing massage. Good to see your hands have still got that…mmm…magic touch TC."
Thundercracker smiled at his lover, stroking over the tops of the black wings tenderly. He loved to see that blissed out, relaxed expression on Skywarp's face. He hummed again, working over the centres of the broad expanse. Momentarily, he remembered how mangled these beautiful wings had been on…that night. He must have stopped kneading over the smooth metal, for Skywarp turned and saw the agonised expression on his face.
"Aw, TC, what's the matter?" asked the teleported, shifting up and facing the blue Seeker, sitting so they were both kneeling with their kneejoints touching.
Sighing, Thundercracker replied, "Just…thinking about how that slagger hurt you so much. It…it kills me. Sometimes I wish it would have been me instead."
"No! No, babe, no! I don't want anyone to go through what we did. Especially not you. I'd prefer me over you actually," protested Skywarp, grabbing TC's hand and holding it tightly.
"Why? I could have spared you," replied the blue jet, squeezing back just as tightly.
"Because you hold it all inside. I don't."
"Not true."
"Oh really?" retorted the black and purple flier with a sardonic snort. "Example one. This is the first I've ever really heard about your side of things. Not that I minded being taken care of by you, but you were in that room too. You got traumatised, no matter if you weren't touched."
Crimson optics met ruby, and Thundercracker heaved another sigh, saying, "When did you get so smart?"
"Probably when I got together with you. You rubbed off on me. Sometimes literally!" teased Skywarp, smirking. Letting his lover know that everything was going to be OK.
Skywarp didn't like the sad smile or the grimace on TC's faceplate, so he cupped a cheek, leaning in and softly brushing his lips over the other's. It had taken him all of these two and a half weeks to get comfortable with kissing and touching the way they used to. It was so good to take back his independence and choose to savour in the tender touch of lipplates to lipplates. It took a few chaste kisses, but Thundercracker reached out to embrace him, responding just as gently. After a few passes of those lips on his, Skywarp darted his glossa to flick out, asking for permission. The blue jet hesitated for but a moment, and then gave it, letting him have the control – just as he had on that day of the ritual.
"Warp," breathed Thundercracker, breaking off, but lipplates never fully leaving his lover's even as he spoke. They were optic to optic, nose to nose, lips to lips. Intimacy in each gesture.
"One day soon you're going to tell me how you felt. Not now. You're not there yet. But…I want to…" Skywarp whispered back, laying a kiss on lips again.
Pulling back more, the worried crimson gaze pierced right through to the teleporter's soul. "You mean interface?"
"Yes," replied Skywarp.
"No."
"You won't hurt me," assured the teleporter.
Biting a lower lip, Thundercracker said, "I know that. I don't ever want to do anything to hurt you. I don't think…I don't want to make you more traumatised. By us not doing this, I'm ensuring I'm never going to hurt you. Please."
Pouting, Skywarp replied, "I think I'm ready. My circuits tingle just thinking of you laying me on my back, teasing my ailerons, talking in that wonderful voice of yours as you run your hands over me so gently. And…and then you'd open up my panel, making sure I'm good and ready, before slowly worming your glossa in and – "
"Don't tempt me!" growled the older Seeker, looking away stubbornly, even as Skywarp clung on to him and made their optics look deeply into each other's.
"Love," murmured the black Seeker, brushing a hand over Thundercracker's own powerful wings, the other over the cockpit, "it just goes to show you desire me like you used to. You know how much of a reassurance that is for me? It's huge. Like…bigger than Cybertron huge that you still think me sexy when sometimes I wonder if I am. Please…TC…can we at least try? I want you to love me."
Huffing, Thundercracker knew that he'd never get Skywarp to back down from this. That look in those ruby optics was exactly the same when the teleporter had a prank that just had to be played, and he just had to come along. He didn't say no then, he wouldn't say no then, he wouldn't say no now.
"Fine."
"Really?" asked Skywarp hopefully, grinning.
"Only," warned Thundercracker firmly, frowning, "if you are 100% sure every single step of the way. The one instant you don't like the touch, no matter where it is, tell me. Don't rush. It'll come one day if we don't tonight."
"We will. I have you, TC," replied the younger mech optimistically, leaning in to steal another tender kiss, continuing to stroke over his lover's wings. Thundercracker relaxed, falling into the love offered. He knew that things could go pear shaped if he didn't do this right, and so he also began to touch Skywarp's wings again, but this time drawing symbols in slow slides with his fingers. Skywarp gasped into their kiss as he recognised the Seeker glyphs for 'love,' 'protect,' 'refuge,' and 'desire.' If the older Seeker had paint on his fingers, the glyphs could have been marked there for all to see his intentions.
Fingers tightening momentarily on cerulean wings, Skywarp murmured, "Love you."
"I love you," replied Thundercracker, sliding his hands up to shoulder vents, dipping in and circling them around and finding the tiny nodes there. They weren't overly sensitive, but touched long enough could get any flier revving.
"Mmm, circuits are tingling, TC. Make 'em spark."
"Hush you. I'm trying to reduce you to a happy puddle of goo."
Skywarp giggled, loving how his future bonded would talk to him during interfacing. Not dirty talk. No, but words of such sugary sweet and gentle words that he sometimes compared it to having energon goodies for your audials. It seemed to be no different tonight, when Thundercracker whispered to him, "On our bonding night, I'm going to go out and pick a million flowers and spread them on the floor for us to walk over as we come to the berth. There'll be a platter of energon goodies of all sorts, and high grade. Not to mention the edible body oil with infused metallic caramels. I'll pour it all over your pretty shiny cockpit and lick it up. I'll treat you so good."
The teleporter giggled again, squirming in delight as those gentle hands slid to his sides, caressing his wires and hidden sensor bundles reverently. "Tell me more. This is teasing me," whispered Skywarp. This was great! He felt so good as systems dormant came to life with a roar, cooling fans kicking on.
Thundercracker smirked, leaning against his lover until the black Seeker laid back on the berth, relaxing and indulging in his attentions. Moving on to the cockpit, optics watchful for any sign of discomfort, he rubbed light circles there and spoke again, voice lowering as he spoke of what he imagined.
"There's candles. Scented. Burning bright as the smell fills our olfactories, crisp and fresh. I want you so bad, because you look so beautiful, waxed and polished and smiling up at me. You want it."
"Mmm, like I want you right now," murmured the black Seeker, sprawling back and letting his lover take care of him like he wanted to.
"Right. I massage your wings more because I know how much it makes you relax," purred Thundercracker, getting into this, letting go of all doubts and fears and doing as he had said, hands going back to the pretty black and purple wings which bore Skywarp high in the sky with him when they flew together. It was glorious. He remembered the first time they'd tried interfacing in the air – it had been one of the best experiences in their lives.
Skywarp fluttered his wings as best he could while they were touched. The warmth of his lover's hands made his sensor nodes tremble in excitement. "TC," he murmured lovingly, bringing his own hands up to stroke over his lover's body, travelling to all the gaps which hid sensors and over the smooth, clean lines of plating.
Thundercracker hummed again, leaning his weight on his lover and lowering his mouth to the base of the neck and pouring out kisses in a never ending stream over the cockpit and chestplates.
"Thunder…" gasped the younger mech, writhing slightly.
Darting a glance up to make sure this was pleasure, not pain, the blue mech continued to kiss and lick that area. He could feel Skywarp's frame respond to him in the most delicious of ways. It was tempting to go faster, but to do so was the crescendo of idiocy. He would never hurt his lover like that.
Dark purple hands stroked over Thundercracker's helm and the tips of his wings lovingly. It felt more natural then he thought it would be to ignite their passions.
But then again, this was only touching. Skywarp was a bit nervous about them actually opening their panels.
"So sexy," purred the elder Seeker, shifting down a bit more, checking his progress against the other mech's reactions, now kissing over the lower abdomen. He felt Skywarp tense up slightly, and then relax. He stroked over the outside of a thigh comfortingly. No pressure. Just there. "Remember, we can have a break or stop if you don't want to go any further," he reassured.
Skywarp smiled brightly at him. "Thanks TC, but I'm loving the way you touch me."
Chuckling, Thundercracker asked innocently, "What do you feel like tonight? Would you like me to ride you until we both collapse into a hot, melted mess, or would you like me to take you so slowly that you'll clutch my wings and beg me to help you overload?"
"Gnngh…what to choose," moaned Skywarp as a sensor bundle in his hip was toyed around with by a warm glossa.
Sniggering once more, the blue mech teased, "Decide or I might just decide to give you oral all night long so I can taste you."
The black and purple flier whimpered at the thought, but really, really wanted to be connected with his lover. "Umm….ooh….in me? Please TC?"
"Your wish is my command," purred Thundercracker, finally skimming his lips over the interface panel area and darting his glossa out to lap a few times at the hot metal. He could smell the sweet scent of lubricant and the tang of other conducive oils and circuitry. He was accustomed to the smell of his lover's fluids, but it didn't matter. Each time he wanted to taste. It was like the most luxurious drug.
The touch there was amazing after weeks of not a whisper of true sexual activity. Skywarp spread his legs wider, fully trusting his lover like no other. The lapping of the glossa and the sensual touches up and down the side of his shapely legs were beginning to drive him wild, his systems running hot.
"TeeeCeee," moaned Skywarp, squirming as the licks to his closed panel got more coaxing and more insistent.
"I can hear you, feel you, see you, smell you, taste you. You are my beautiful Seeker, Skywarp," murmured Thundercracker, looking up and connecting with those lustful ruby optics, glowing bright with nothing but pure, liquidated pleasure.
"Ahh," came the pleasured sigh, the teleporter's interface panel slowly sliding open.
He felt self conscious for a moment, and he craned his neck to see his lover's reaction to his components. Oh sure, he hadn't been touched there, but the thought of what could have been if Starscream hadn't of interrupted made him shy.
Thundercracker sensed this, and he placed a kiss in the middle of the valve and spike housing, murmuring, "Still untouched, still beautiful. Still all mine for the loving."
Skywarp relaxed, the exhalations of his lover ghosting over his equipment arousing and comforting. He released his spike, letting it extend, half pressurised. He looked it over like he had never seen it before as the other mech nuzzled along it, hands still massaging his thighs to anchor him. The touch on his spike made it pressurise fully, those nuzzles soft and welcoming.
"Missed this," murmured TC.
"Missed you," replied Skywarp.
"Hmm," mumbled the blue flier, moving one hand to cup the bared valve, feeling the lubricant pooling there that he was hoping for. He left his hand there as he darted his glossa out to swipe along the spikes nodes, hearing a small, happy whimper and continued, licking up and down the length in his hands, hearing the continued moans of encouragement from his lover. Skywarp's hands clutched at his helm, urging him closer.
"Want me to take you in?"
"Umm…yeah. Just…uh…" murmured the black Seeker bashfully.
"What, Warp?" asked the elder mech kindly.
Biting his lower lip, he mumbled, "This sounds silly, but let me know if…y'know. I hurt you."
"You'll never hurt me. Just like I'll never hurt you," replied Thundercracker, kissing up the proud spike, feeling it throb under his ministrations, and finally enclosing his mouth around the very tip.
Sensation suddenly exploded along his sensor net, whole body tingling as his spike was swallowed down by a hot mouth. Skywarp moaned, optics flickering as the feel of that wet warmth around his length shot all his defences to pieces. He had forgotten how good it was for a lover to do this to him, for him. Relishing in the feel, he stayed as still as possible. In the back of his mind, he knew that if he jerked up too hard he could hurt Thundercracker, and he didn't want to do that at all.
"TC," Skywarp whispered.
"MMppf?" came the hummed inquiry. His mouth was busy as it slid up and down the silver spike slowly, glossa flicking at any sensor nodes on the underside ridges on the way.
"Uhhh…more."
At the passionate reply, Thundercracker bobbed a little faster, sucking wetly around it. The tang of pre fluid registered, and his hand over the valve entrance felt a little more wetness. With as much caution he could, he slipped a finger partway into the tight channel, sliding it around the sensor nodes he had memorised in their time together, coaxing his lover to give in and let overload take him, loosen him up.
The finger in his valve felt good, not weird or uncomfortable at all, and Skywarp unintentionally bucked up, arching his back and letting his helm drop back to the berth in his pleasure, rolling the callipers and muscle cables in his valve.
Pulling off the slick spike, the blue Seeker smirked. "Looks like you're having too much fun sweetling."
Skywarp wriggled, the finger in his valve stopping. "I want you so much. I missed you so much."
"And the way we'd face like petro-bunnies everyday might have had something to do with it," purred Thundercracker, teasingly taking his finger out of the wet opening and then plunging it deep again. He so loved to see the other flier desperate for more stimulation. The look on the mech's face was always so arousing to look at. The half closed optics, dimmed with pleasure, bottom lip bitten to stop from crying out with ecstasy.
Daring to help stretch out the valve, the blue mech slid another finger in alongside the other, allowing a few seconds for adjustment and going back to his lover's spike, grazing his denta along it before kissing around the base. The familiar weight along his cheek was wonderfully warm. Fondly, he recalled a time when he had merely nuzzled Skywarp's spike and he had overloaded over his helm and face in sticky strings of transfluid.
"Ooh," breathed the younger flier. His circuits were humming with arousal, sensors singing with joy at the touches inside of him. He was sure that he producing enough lubricant to soak TC's fingers, he felt that wet.
Thundercracker continued to stretch out the valve, preparing for him. Even if Skywarp did call a halt to their actions, he would still try to be as gentle with him until that point. He curled his fingers, taking them out and then looking up into those ruby optics.
"I'm going to open my panel. If you see me and then freak, we won't interface, right love?"
He had to double check. This was the moment which would determine his next actions.
Shifting so that he was kneeling in between his lover's splayed legs, Thundercracker kept his optics on Skywarp, whose chest and cockpit rose and fell with each intake as they gazed at each other.
"Show me," whispered Skywarp seductively, grinning, even as lubricant dripped off the edges of his valve and to the berth in his anticipation.
The clicks of the catches undoing were unnaturally loud, and the panel slid back, the thick spike sliding out to proudly jab the air with its girth. It strained, throbbing, looking for its home seated somewhere soft and warm and clenching. The elder Seeker found himself anxious as Skywarp boldly ran his optics over him, over his erection.
"Well…the only thing I can say with certainty that I don't think I'll be going down on you with a while. Pity, you loved it so much," commented Skywarp, dragging his stare back to warm crimson optics.
"I don't care about it now. Whether I liked it or not aside, I will do whatever it is to make you comfortable when we are intimate together. I don't care if you never use your mouth around me ever again as long as I can be with you," replied Thundercracker, stroking a hand up the thigh and over the aerodynamic frame to caress Skywarp's cheek.
"You really don't mind?"
"Not at all. Don't ever think or feel guilty because you can't give me that one aspect of pleasure. You know I love bringing you to the heights of overload more anyway," said the blue mech with an affectionate rub against the other's face.
Skywarp smiled, looking back down to his lover's thick spike. It was average in length, but that girth…the sight of it made his valve clench wonderfully. He had no doubt in his mind that he wanted Thundercracker there, filling him in all of the best ways. He wasn't afraid of it standing erect, or most likely in his valve. In his mouth would be a different story. It touched him that Thundercracker didn't care about his new aversion to giving blowjobs.
"Please. Be with me," the younger flier murmured, wrapping one leg around his lover's hips and nudging insistently.
"If you have no doubts…"
"Not a one."
Thundercracker smirked and purred, "Shutter your optics. Feel. This belongs to me and no other."
Skywarp shivered in delight and did so, linking one hand with Thundercracker's as the other hand gripped his hips to steady him. His free hand twisted into the sheets of their berth as the blunt head nudged at his entrance, gathering lubricant on the head, before ever so slowly sinking in – pushing past the soaked rim and deep into the hot channel. Once seated, they both released relieved sighs, leaning into each other, tangling each other's bodies and EM fields delectably. Thundercracker nuzzled his lover, kissing him as he gently ground his hips against the others in a friction to cause sparks to leap, spike and valve fitting perfectly together.
"Won't last long," whispered Skywarp, raising his hand from the berth to cling to a fluttering blue wing.
"Good," purred the royal blue mech back.
They began, not so much as thrusting as rocking together in bliss, each shift a pleasure to their hot and aroused systems crying for more stimulation. Thundercracker found the soft vulnerability that Skywarp only displayed in interface endearing as the younger mech writhed under him, making soft mewling sounds as they moved together.
"So beautiful and slick for me, lover," murmured Thundercracker with a moan, swivelling his hips in deep and making sure to hit every node in his spike's path.
"TC," moaned the teleporter, feeling his stretched opening clench down. It was so wonderful. He had forgotten how pleasurable interfacing could be in the whirlwind of the past few weeks.
They took their time, moving slow and sensual with each other, sharing kisses and touches that only they knew for the other. They moaned, Skywarp mewled and Thundercracker purred, encasing his arms around his younger lover and embracing him as he continued to shift in and out of the valve. He didn't even get half-way out in his pace, but there was no need to. This was not a frenetic want. It was a comforting need to be sated by the connection between them as they touched each other's most intimate wires, dipping under plating to stimulate the circuits that were humming in their ardour, cooling fans working to their maximum. The scent of interface was heavy and musky in the air, permeating the room.
"Still alright Warp?" asked Thundercracker, looking deep into the other's optics as his hands caressed the well mapped contours of the black and purple frame.
"Fan-fraggin'-tastic," breathed Skywarp, arching up and clutching hard to his lover as he felt his overload approach. His sensor net was buzzing in preparation for the release as the member inside him worked him over so tenderly.
Thundercracker chuckled at the comment, grinding just a fraction faster and harder, still careful.
Overload crept up on them, having both Seeker's teetering between prolonged pleasure and release, until Skywarp gave in first, mewling and keening softly as his climax washed over him, back bowing, head thrown back, clenching down tight around the blue jet, lubricant slicking their rocking hips even more. He sagged, lax from the strong overload as Thundercracker gave a long, low cry, hilting himself and pumping his fluid straight into Skywarp's valve, the heat sending pleasant aftershocks along their sensor nodes. They gasped as the elder mech pulled out, gathering his lover in his arms as they rolled to the side, spent, sated, and relaxed.
They were content not to speak for a while, simply touching each other, stroking, caressing in post-coital affection, optics to optics. Finally, Skywarp tilted his helm to press a light kiss and whisper, "I love you so much."
"As I love you too. Are you sure you were fine?" Thundercracker asked, concern clear and present in his tone.
"Mmm-hmm. Wonderful. Felt so good," purred the teleporter, curling and cuddling up closer to the other's warm frame, petting the other's doorwings. "It felt right, TC. No fear."
"Good," mumbled the blue mech in reply, once again wrapping his lover in his arms in a protective gesture that made Skywarp's spark melt.
"Talk tomorrow?"
Knowing that it was more of a requirement than a request, Thundercracker replied, "Yes. For you. Now recharge. You need it sweetling."
Skywarp smiled, but cuddled closer, nuzzling into TC's neck and letting the calming energy of recharge claim him.
Rumble growled as something poked him in his side insistently. According to his chronometer, it was still an hour and a half before he was required to get up. He felt something poke him again and he growled, "Wha'?"
"Come on glitch-head, we were supposed to meet Sunstreaker and Sideswipe by now!"
The hissed voice in his audio reminded him why he was waking up at such an ungodly hour. It was pranking day.
Grumbling, swatting away his twins hand as he got up and clambered down from his shared bunk, Rumble crept out of their room, Frenzy following, both their optics lit in a wicked glee. They went out of their room and snuck through the halls of the Ark until they reached their destination in front of the command centre, where the familiar forms of the twin frontliners were waiting.
"About time," groused the golden one.
"Oh shut it," griped Frenzy right back, retrieving a datapad from subspace. "Rumble's damn near impossible to wake up. Sleeps like the Pit."
"So does Sunny. Adds to his disposition, dontcha think?" teased Sideswipe, smirking as he ducked a thrown punch.
"Yeah yeah. C'mon, let's just get this over with. I want this to be the one everybot remembers," said Rumble, grinning, matching expressions of mischief on his accomplices faces.
A/N: I hope you thought the scene with TC and Sky wasn't too fast. I think they would be the first couple to rebound sexually, so I thought that it was enough time for it to happen, but I would like to hear your thoughts.
Pranking time. Lord help us all from two sets of twins X3
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