Chapter 14: Sold, to the one in red

Warning: Adult situations, language and sexual innuendos ahead! You've been warned! Mostly at end though!

Warmth and satisfaction was the first thing Shadowblur felt when she woke up. Warmth- had come first, it was pressed harshly into her back almost scorching her, and then it surrounded her with a bubble of satisfaction. Satisfaction because she was warm; who wouldn't be happy that they were warm? The berth underneath her felt wonderful, like it had been made especially for her. She didn't plan on getting up for a while, maybe is she shut off her optics she could fall back into her dreams where- her thoughts were cut off as she felt something move beside her. Bolting upright she looked at the blue seeker who was face down, his wings stretched out, one of which hovered over her lap. The other dangled off the bed completely. His body had lost the harsh lines of his armor; smooth rounded metal was in its place. Teasing her fingers to touch, to run her fingertips down his back and feel the soft metal.

She stared at his body that was now more a darkish grey than blue. Blue swirls wrapped around his arms and legs, spreading onto his back, leaking onto his wings. She paused, her processor finally started to work. Looking around the room, she idly looked at the discarded armor that littered the room. She noticed her cuffs were crumbled into unrecognizable shapes. Shrugging, she swung her legs over the edge she went to pick up the armor. It bugged her, just lying there on the floor. She neatly placed them in a stack, gathering her armor within the confines of her arms she bent down and picked up some more of Thundercracker's. Carefully staring at the blue armor she set down her own and twitted with his. Sticking out her leg, she carefully placed his armor on her leg and suddenly noticed the size difference. The ankle brace clattered loosely as she stood up. Laughing to herself, she tiptoed towards the stack of blue armor and began rummaging. Pulling a chair beside her desk, she sat down and put on his shin guards, arm braces and even tried to slide his wing armor over hers. Slipping on one of his wing braces, she stood up and her hands on her hips. Her lips slightly pouted in concentration, she grabbed the other brace and slid it on. The armor was heavy on her back, threatening to tip her over. Grabbing onto the chair she hastily slid the wing braces off her.

A smile fell onto her lips as she stood up, it amused her greatly to be able to put on Thundercracker's armor. It dangled loosely on her body, to bulky for her to even try anything but walking. Looking through the pile again she quietly laughed to herself as she pulled out his gun. An evil glint glowed in her eyes; she grabbed the gun and started making fake gunshot noises. Rolling onto her back she aimed the gun at an imaginary advisory. Lowering her voice, she glared at the air.

"I'm Thundercracker, I'm so bad-ass that I-"

"What are you doing?" a sleepy voice asked from behind her. Freezing, her door-wings slightly lowered as she turned to look at the blue seeker. Putting the gun behind her back she looked at him innocently.

"Why nothing, what are you doing?"

A small smirk spread across his lips as his eyes trailed up her body, his armor hanging off her. Sitting up he motioned towards her and raised an optic ridge.

"Your armor attacked me and I couldn't get it off." She lied. A small chuckle left his mouth as he made his way towards her.

"Well since I'm apparently bad-ass, why shouldn't my armor be equally bad-ass?" reaching behind her, he unclasped the shoulder armor, it clanked to the floor with a hollow thunk! The smile was still on his lips as he looked down at her,

"You're so small," he chuckled. Frowning, she started to unlatch his armor.

"I'd prefer be small than an oversize seeker," she sneered. Dropping the ankle brace into his arms she turned away from his and started to walk towards her wash-racks. Nearing the door, she was suddenly lifted up into the air. Squeaking, she met Thundercracker's eyes, the red of his glowed off her cheeks. He smirked at her- looking at him she noticed that he had small little fangs. He hovered over her berth and chuckled.

"I'm not done with you,"

Smirking back, she slipped away from his arms and onto the floor. Landing on a crouch, she looked up at him. Craning her neck, she laughed. He watched her as she made her way towards the wash-racks, her hips swayed a little more than usual and to be honest he didn't mind. Stopping at the threshold, she looked over her shoulder and smirked.

"Then bring it on, seeker," she taunted once before walking into the wash-racks. The pit of his belly warmed along with his energon. His vents kicked on, an audible hum coming from him. Fallowing her, he shook his head and walked in.

Megatron paced back and forth within his quarters, growling at the floor in frustration. Back and forth he went, furiously he clenched his fists. Then he suddenly stopped. His body stopped and his clenched jaw went slack. An amused look took over his face, the right corner of his lips tilting upwards revealing a few of his shark like teeth. Activating his comm. Link, he contacted Soundwave.

: Soundwave.: Megatron called.

: Soundwave acknowledges:

: Gather the troops, all of them. It seems we have a betrayer between our ranks. It's only fair that he be used as a reminder to keep my other soldiers in line:

: As you wish, Lord Megatron:

With that Megatron cut off the link and smirked. Yes, it seemed that everything was going better than planned. He would strike fear into his troops keeping them in place. It only helped that he too had to deal with the punishment of the two femmes. He contemplated letting his troops have away with them both. It was the only punishment that he seemed fit. He made his way towards the exit and froze- no, he yet had a better punishment. Turning onto his heel he walked towards his computer. Turning on the giant screen he traced his past communications until he found the one he wanted.

"Lord Megatron! I had been expecting your answer so soon." A red mech exclaimed. A twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

"I have thought over our…arrangement. My army's future is much more important than one femme."

"I'm surprised that you gladly offer over the femme, though she is your daughter."

"She was always destined to make a generous contribution to my cause. This seems like the perfect way to do it."

The red mech laughed, "I suppose it is. I hope to have her in an orn? If that is acceptable with you, Lord Megatron."

Looking at the red mech on the screen, he leaned forward and thought; an orn, which translated to 13 days in human time. It was a short period of time to gather everything to ship Shadowblur to the mech.

"She shall arrive in 4 deca-cycles."

"But-" the red mech tried to argue.

"In 12 weeks she shall arrive. There is no negotiation. Be prepared." He growled, turning off the screen, Megatron walked out of his room and down towards the Throne room.

"It appears we have a small…intruder in our troops. Our Decepticon ranks have been tainted by an Autobot spy." Megatron drawled out, he looked at the crowded room and each bot started to look around and murmur. "It seems that the spy has been with us for quite a while, stealing information from the most unnoticeable of places. This has been happening for more than a year. But, the little insect has been lucky until now." Megatron looked at his soldiers testing them with his glare.

"Feeling a little gracious, I'm offering the spy to come forward. I will not harm the intruder." Everyone looked around at each other and glared suspiciously to one another. Shadowblur stood with Thundercracker behind her; a few other mechs had the guts to look at her. As if suspecting her of being the spy. Glaring back, she growled. A few minutes passed before a small black mech started to push his way forward. Spotting him, Megatron motioned him forward with a curved claw. Gulping, the small back mech cautiously walked forward. Standing up from his throne, Megatron noticed the flinch the mech gave off. Waiting for the mech to come forward, Megatron laid a clawed hand on the smaller mech's shoulder.

"I appreciate a bot that can come forward and admit his mistakes,"

The room was startled by the words coming out of Megatron's mouth. Had they heard clearly? Perhaps they all had heard wrong. "The only problem is that, I do not forgive."

Clenching his hand into the smaller mech's shoulder he crushed it. The metal twisted and popped around his finger, crushing like it was nothing but paper. Shadowblur flinched- her fingers gingerly felt the hollow of her throat, her fingertips feeling the groove of a dent that was left there from her youngling years. The mech screamed in pain, snarling in disgust, Megatron flung him away from him and across the floor. The crowd parted in two as the mech slid across the floor.

Brilliant blue energon seeped onto the floor as the mech gripped his shoulder and tried to stand. He hissed in pain as he wobbled onto his legs, Megatron laughed and stepped closer. An excited look in his eyes as he watched the Autobot start to cower in fear.

"You promised," the mech said, his voice barely reaching a whisper.

Megatron cackled and grabbed the smaller mech's neck and lifted him off the ground.

"When has it been wise to trust the words of a decepticon? Much less a word from me?" Megatron shook him and his eyes brightened as he felt the fear that radiated from the mech's body. The room watched in silence, no one dared move, inhale air through their heating bodies. Not even Starscream himself said anything. A loud crunch coursed through the too silent room. It was quiet enough to make a pin drop sound like thunder. The mech opened his mouth to scream but was cut off was his own energon bubbled and expelled down his chin dripping onto Megatron's clenched hand. The small black mech slumped slowly, his body slacking more into Megatron's hand. Opening his fist, the body fell to a clatter. His claws dripped with blue energon, he looked at the body and snarled before looking up at his soldiers.

"Be this a statement to any and all," Megatron snuck a glance in Starscream's direction, "That I, your high commander and leader, will not tolerate any more defiance in my ranks." Megatron's optics zeroed on Shadowblur and he glared. "Those that dare test and defy me will be terminated at my hands." Turning his back on his troops he walked towards his throne, not before sneering at his second in command and wiping the energon from his fingers onto the seeker's cockpit. Sitting in his throne, Megatron leaned forward and glared at Shadowblur, his eyes finding her blue optics more than easily in the mass of red optics.

"Where are the femmes?" He demanded. She clenched her fists, you fragging know where we are she mentally snarled. The crowd stepped away from each of the two femmes, each on both sides. They glared at each other and walked forward. Megatron looked at Shadowblur's wrists and frowned.

"Where are your cuffs?" He asked impatiently. Her processor began to wander back into the room. The image of Thundercracker's claws easily breaking them into two and throwing them onto the floor almost made her want to smirk.

"They were defective," She answered. Only because someone made them defective her mind hissed amused. "They fell off after a couple breems inside my quarters," she continued. It wasn't completely a lie, she wanted to smirk again. Megatron frowned even more but ignored the matter at hand. He looked at them both and leaned back into his throne.

"Do tell my why I should consider sparing your lives?" He growled

Tell me why I shouldn't shove up foot up your aft, she bitterly thought. If there is any room there, primus knows how big your head is. Neither one of the femmes replied and he hissed angrily.

"Well!" He pounded his fist into the arm rest. Shadowblur felt Nightbird's heavy stare on her face, she ignored the stupid femme.

"Because you like to amuse your sick mind, death is too swift. You like it painful and slow." Shadowblur snorted, she looked at the army on her left and met Frenzy's gaze. Rumble stood beside him, they both were frowning as if disapproving her answer. She felt the heavy weight of what seemed like thousand pairs of optics landing on her. Perhaps it would have been better if she kept her mouth shut? Her gaze flickered back onto Megatron's and her door-wings slowly fell. He glared at her. Her mind filled with the image of her body being thrown along with the Autobot down some empty crater only to be set on fire, both of them being lifeless.

But nothing happened- he didn't reach out for her neck didn't shove his canon into her face. He only laughed. That startled her, it made her spark chill from the core and out. That laugh, she well knew that laugh. He had something planned for them. She scowled at him and she looked at him. They both realized that they were both on the same page and that only served to amuse the silver tyrant. He looked at both of the femmes and smirked.

"Proceed to receive your punishment from Soundwave, Shadowblur. Nightbird shall accompany you at a later moment. I request her presence in my quarters."

Shadowblur looked at Nightbird from the corner of her eyes and smirked. She started to walked away but not before bumping shoulder's with the black and grey femme.

"Bitch," Nightbird snarled. Shadowblur leaned forward and smirked wider.

"I'm not a bitch, I'm the Bitch, and that's Miss Bitch to you." Shadowblur cackled and walked towards Soundwave who stood beside Megatron's left. She climbed up the 3 steps and warily threw a glance at Megatron as he got up.

"Dismissed," he issued his troops. They left with soft murmurs and remarks. Soundwave handed her a small data-pad with a working schedule on it. She frowned and looked at him.

"What's this?" she demanded.

"Punishment: Menial labor."

She frowned at the screen, looking up at the blue mech she scowled.

"Fine," she sighed and grabbed the data-pad and started to walk out.

Megatron had already left with Nightbird and she felt kinda sorry for the femme. Well not to much, but still that little pang was there. Then she had the wicked thought of Shadowblur having the easier punishment and that pity went away, she hadn't started the brawl, Nightbird had. Putting the data-pad into her sub-space she smirked even more. Her optics twinkled with wicked thoughts. Megatron hadn't said anything more about her cuffs and said nothing about her restrictions. She was basically free, as free to wander the halls as she pleased. Reaching the end of the corner, she started to turn left before hands gripped her waist and threw her against the wall. Growling, Shadowblur looked up into the too eager face of Skywarp.

"How was your night?" He asked her, fake innocence laced between his words. She eyed him suspiciously, wondering where he was heading with this.

"Adventurous," She replied nonchalantly. Skywarp laughed and looked at her, his optics sparkling with a dark tint.

"I felt that," He smirked, "Three times to be exact."

"Glad to know someone was keeping tabs," She replied sarcastically.

"Well someone had to, Thundercracker seemed to busy, so I counted for him. Trine's have that bond you know, everything he felt, I felt. And was it pretty good." He smirked and laughed. Ducking from underneath his arms and glared at him and went down the hall. He easily kept pace with her.

"I was pretty impressed that he finally got some, T.C.'s been so grumpy these last past vorns and not to mention a little pessimistic."

Shadowblur glared at the purple seeker.

"T.C.?" she wondered.

"Short for Thundercracker, you should start calling him that, it's kinda his nickname. And since last night happened I think you should at least get that privilege." He cheekily smiled at her. She hurried her pace and tried to get away from him. He was starting to annoy her.

"Well I won't be calling him T.C., Thundercracker's name isn't that long. His normal name is good enough for me."

"Oh, of course he was good." He smirked. She froze; she quickly caught onto his sexual innuendo. She gave him a look, a look that said 'you really just went there, really?'

"He wasn't good; I don't lower my standards for just good. Sorry for you." she smirked. He caught onto what she was hinting and he frowned.

"I'm better than good. And, I could gladly show you." He smirked; it seemed as if the blow to his ego hadn't tamed his thoughts.

"The thought of you showing me it rather…blows." She smirked.

They reached the end of hall and they continued to bicker. It wasn't until Astro-train relived her from the purple seeker's presence. They had gone patrolling, leaving her alone in the halls. She briefly wondered about Thundercracker, would he come back? A part of her hoped he did. The other thought it was best to leave it alone and avoid him. Dirge passed her briefly in the halls and met her gaze, a small smirk played across his features. She ignored him and the rest of the mechs that looked at her like a piece of meat. A meat they'd like to pound, her mind whispered. She growled at herself and walked towards her room. She didn't feel like wandering around anymore. Opening the door, she walked towards her berth and fell onto it face down. Her optics started to dim, she felt the heavy need of recharge starting to take a toll on her.

(Adult Situation ahead: Can skip from here if you don't want to read)

Her door-wings dropped and pushed flat against her back. Her systems started shutting down and she sighed, feeling sleep finally consuming her. Rolling onto her side, she tucked her arms under her head and briefly on-lined her optics. She took a glance at the seeker laying beside her for a moment before turning off her optics. A soft chuckling sound had her jolting up and rolling over the edge of the berth in surprise. Her mind finally catching up to the thought of someone beside her. Her aft fell onto the floor and she squeaked. Looking up she saw Thundercracker's blue form floating above her bed. He was stretched out, his ankles crossed and his hands behind his head, a small smile on his lips. Standing up, she frowned. Her chest easily reached him. Crossed her arms across her chest, she glared at him. He stared at the roof, his smile spread and her systems flopped. Stupid bird, her thoughts hissed. He still hovered in the air, he didn't look at her.

"I was about to go into recharge," She sighed. He flipped over and finally faced her. He smirked.

"I don't want you in recharge, that's the thing." He casually said. He reached out and grabbed the edge of her door-wing. Rubbing his fingers against the metal that made her wings she purred. Her hands started to wander through the cracks and seams in his armor, his engine started to rumble. Finally reaching his cock-pit she pushed him down from the air and he happily obliged. Wrapping his hand around her waist, he pulled her onto him. Leaning on him, she found his mouth. Kissing her, his hand went to her lower back pressing her into him even more. The other hand held the back of her neck. Slithering her hands to his sides, she lightly fingered his armor seams. Groaning into her mouth, she smirked. Applying more pressure, she pressed her body into his more. Suddenly Thundercracker flipped them over and laughed. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them above her head and started leaving a trail of kisses down her abdomen. Arching her back into him, he pulled back and looked at her evilly.

"No, every time you move, I'll just stop."

She pouted, "Your evil."

He leaned down and picked up from where he left at her belly button.

"Decepticon is my faction."

Lightly licking her stomach, he made his way back up only to stop at her chest. Using his mouth he unlatched her chest plating. It fell onto the bed with a clatter and he smirked. She squirmed to get out of his hold, her arms going numb. He kissed her neck and ran his denta down her throat, slowly gazing the skin. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him closer. Her heels kicked against his lower back but he didn't seem to mind. Reaching the hollow of her throat he kissed her again. Thundercracker started kissing the top of her breast and she moaned. She wiggled underneath him, her thighs tightened from around his waist. She tried pulling his hands from his hold only to have him tighten his hold.

"I'll have my way with you tonight," He murmured into her neck. She squirmed some more.

"But I'm only a defenseless femme, what chance do I have against a mighty seeker as yourself?" She smirked and tried wiggling again. He chuckled, he was enjoying her game. He let her hands go and kissed her. Her hands trailed down onto his wings as she caressed them, he moaned. Flipping them back over, she kissed his chin and let her hands straddle his hips. She softly kissed his chest and then his stomach. Running her tongue up back to his chest, he groaned. She sat up and ran her hands up his sides and onto his wings. He flipped them back over- the only problem was that they ran out of berth space. They both tumbled onto the floor but that stop them. His ran his hands down her body and started unlatching her armor. He currently was in no hurry, or so his processor thought. His body on the other hand, was burning. He pulled the last piece of armor off her and he kissed the bottom of her neck.

"Then if you comply maybe I'll let you live," he bit her neck and she groaned. A thin trail of energon leaked down her neck. Using his tongue he lapped up the pink liquid hungrily.

He felt her hands start to unlatch his chest armor; he helped her pull of the heavy metal. His interfacing cable started to slither out of its port.

It felt good to have the pressure of his chest armor gone, his interface cable throbbed hungrily. His spark was left in the open, its brilliant blue clashing with the aquamarine from her open spark chamber. He was slowly discarding the rest of his armor, its clunky bulk getting in the way. Lowering his face near her spark, he felt the heat that radiated from it start to lick his face. Warming his cheeks, he liked the warmth. Running the tip of his tongue, he traced the outline of her port- she gasped and pushed her chest closer to his face. He obliged to her moans of pleasure and lightly started to lap up her trans-fluid. Her hands painfully clawed at his back. But that pain slowly started to add into his own pleasure. Her hips started to buck against his crotch plating and he groaned. His hot breath coursed against her port and she groaned even louder. He pulled away from her chest before she could reach an overload. Shadowblur raised her head slightly frowning.

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

He smirked, "Prisoners don't get what they want," he chuckled.

He pressed his chest into hers and groaned when he entered her. Gasping, she pressed up against him.

"Well I've been a very bad prisoner, you need to be harsh," she gasped, her fingers clawing all across his back. He growled and pushed harder against her.

"Don't tempt me," He moaned out.

Adding more pressured volts, he started to feel her body tense and her back arched upwards. Shadowblur screamed out, her body felt like it had died and come back to life. Her claws gripped his shoulders, probably harder than she should have but neither of them cared. He probably didn't even feel it. Her mind started to bubble on the edge of hysteria and euphoria; his on satisfaction and paradise. Funny how in such a short time her life had changed now if only she knew it would change even more in a matter of weeks.

A/N: 4 things I have to say

1.) I am jealous of my own creation -_- T.C. is my fav seeker lol

2.) Why yes, I had fun writing a naughty piece with the help of my friend. Though she had to re-write most of the dirty part. She had to tone down what I had originally wrote *sweatdrop* hurr hurr hurr

3.) Let's be honest, if you found a pile of cybertronian armor. Who wouldn't be tempted to put it on XD

4.) Review