Chapter 14) A thousand apologies for the wait, my headcannon for the other two stories took over and I lost the will to write more for this, but it came back so I present to you this shitty chapter :D *really disappointing confetti gets thrown around*
NSFW warnings for smut :3.
Bluestreak drove into base, keeping noise down and his engine at a low hum. He managed not too pass too many mechas walking around late, it was nearly three in the morning and the late shifts were starting to rotate back into morning shifts.
It was also the best time for some mechas to sneak back home before being cau-
'Bluestreak what are you doing here?' Blue skidded to a stop as Prowl stared at the small blue car.
Blue transformed back into root-mode fumbling with his servos.
'I went out for a drive that's all.' he said, trying to keep his voice casual. Prowl looked him over and his trademark frown turned into a scowl.
'I hope these late night drives are just a phase?' he asked his tone condescending, crossing his arms, Bluestreak returned the scowl.
'I am not a sparkling Prowl, the Ark just gets a bit much every now and then that's not my fault.' he chided walking swiftly past his guardian.
It only took a few kliks for him to reach his personal chambers and promptly collapsing onto his berth, emotionally drained.
He didn't mean to be so harsh to his guardian, Prowl had been the one to save him when the towers fell and he had continued to take care of him through the war even after he had repaid his debt to Bluestreak's creators. Sometimes he just acted just a little too overbearing for Bluestreak's liking.
He turned onto his back and sighed, his body feeling cold without the silky textures covering The heavy armour, he already missed of the made him feel delicate and soft, and apparently to some mechs attractive.
He roamed his chassis with two servos stroking over his hips and bending slightly so he could rub at his outer thighs. The soft metal of his servos wasn't the same but it was as good as he could get without getting dressed.
A memory of large grey servos roaming the same area emerged and Bluestreak took a shaky breath. He continued to rub and smooth over blue plating, his breathing deepened and a vent fluttered on to cope with his rising heat.
He tried to imitate the low growl Megatron had used and laughed weakly at his feeble attempt. The Decepticon leader had sounded almost primal when he growled and Bluestreak wondered how debauched he was when his spinal strut shuddered at the thought of that growling right in his audio receptors.
He shuttered his optics and started pinching at seams and wires between his thighs with one hand as the over made playful circles over his interface covers.
A low moan echoed through his room and sharp gasps followed as he started tugging more insistently. His vents opening wider as he rubbed the burning metal of his cover.
He willed the covers to slide open and imagined himself at a much larger mechs mercy as he pinched his outer node, making him gasp and arch slightly off the berth, seeking out the large grey frame he imagined would tower over him, surrounding his body in warmth and enough power to stop him from moving one iota.
He stroked his semi hard spike to full hardness and mewled at the duel sensations as he started to stretch himself with two fingers instead of pacing himself, the mech he was thinking of had large hands so one wouldn't be nearly enough. The gunner moaned through the slightly painful stretch.
His valve started lubricating earnestly now and his fingers made a dirty wet noise as he shoved the two digits into himself rapidly.
His thumb swiped the head of his spike with every pull and his moans came in short gasps and static filled ramblings. He could never keep his vocaliser shut during interface, even if it was just some 'self facing. Encouragements to no one and sweet mewls of pleasure rang out and started to rise in volume as his thumb started playing with his outer node on every thrust.
He let his spike go to bite into his servo to stifle his cries as he neared his peak. He added another digit harshly and cried out as his valve was stretched even more. Megatron's name falling out of his muffled mouth like a prayer.
A few more hard thrusts and a thumb pressed hard on his exterior node sent him over the edge, biting into his servo harder to stifle his loud moan as he came, spike shooting transfluid over his chassis and his valve clenching around his deeply buried digits, violet coloured lubricant seeping down his aft in a small puddle on the berth.
He came down from the high slowly, his vents shutting off one by one as his body cooled back down. He sighed happily and reached into his sub-space for a cleaning rag. He didn't have private wash racks and he couldn't imagine walking to the public ones covered in his own lubricants.
He tried to ignore the fact that he had just self serviced while fantasizing about Megatron but he shook it off just as quickly, he couldn't be the only one who found a con attractive. In fact he was pretty sure he couldn't be the only one! Starscream was a seeker but he'd heard plenty of Autobot's say how much they'd like to have a roll in the berth with him.
It didn't feel like he was being traitorous and maybe...if things went well, he could ask about peace, it was what everyone dreamed of right? And Megatron himself had seemed so tired of it during their meeting- just maybe.
He made up his processor and cleaned the rest of the mess up before letting himself slip into an uneasy recharge wasn't like he was double-crossing the Autobot's by doing this, maybe he just had a small crush on the gun, he hoped.
Lazerbeak circled the Ark one last time before she felt Soundwave call her to recharge, she would of gladly swooped down and back into his chest but someone was missing? Her brother and from the annoyance coming through Soundwave's bond Buzzsaw had shut him out again.
She sighed and silently took off in search of her brother. Their bond allowed her to pinpoint his location easily in the surveillance room. He was staring sternly at the screens in front of him and Hound greeted her as she landed.
'Was wondering if you were gonna show up. Buzzsaw looks like he's gonna fall over' he smiled and Lazerbeak flashed her optics brighter in what she hoped looked like a warm expression. She trilled at her brother who merely huffed back.
'Not finished with giving new allies information needed, can't risk an attack.' he said to his sister his spark was fluttering tiredly in his chest and his wings sagged at his side.
'Brother has done enough, the Autobot's know more about the Decepticon's than ever before and you my twin deserve some rest, you closed the bond to Soundwave hoping he wouldn't notice right?' she asked although she knew the answer. It was a bad habit of Buzzsaw's to work himself to exhaustion, a need to do well and over achieve that Soundwave had no control over.
So he started closing the bond when he was working to long to avoid being found and dragged to rest. Although he never closed his bond to his sister and so it fell to her to get him to rest.
'New home must be protected.' he snapped, he knew he was close to emergency recharge but his work wasn't finished, he felt bad for snapping and sent his regret to his sister who took it in stride.
'And new home was protected well enough before we got here. Remember?' she moved to his side and nuzzled his face till he dropped to her side the warmth and comfort making his optics offline by themselves. He let out a last indignant huff before transforming into his cassette mode for his sister to carry home.
She chirped a thank you to Hound for keeping an optic on her wayward brother before taking off with Buzzsaw gripped tightly in her claws.
Hound bid them good recharge and continued with his shift, more than a little amused at the two Ariels.
The next day at the Ark was different. Peaceful quiet turned into tense anticipation, a Decepticon attack was way over-due and every bot on site was on edge, waiting for the alarm to go off.
'So what'cha think, giant bomb, some new kind of ray-gun?' Side's asked as his twin doodled on spare data-pad. Bluestreak laughed but a loud yawn cut him off.
'That's the fourth time this morning Blue, didn't you get any sleep?' Sunny asked, glancing up from his doodle.
Blue rubbed his optics. 'Does three hours of recharge count?' he asked dryly as another yawn had him covering his mouth, Sides smiled at him and shook his head like a disappointed mother when an alarm went off and the tension in the break room snapped.
Ironhide jumped up from where he was sitting and started shouting out orders like they were already on the battle field as the Autobots ran to their posts.
The siren wailed and Jazz shot up from where he had been sneaking a few kisses from his large boom box before his shift started.
'Frag, and I thought they'd given up.' he cursed as he detached himself from Soundwave.
'Negative, Decepticon's would not give up so easily.' he said and if his voice sounded a little too proud Jazz chose to ignore it, he'd deal with Soundwave's lingering loyalties later in the best way he knew how.
Frag the mech till he forgot why he ever wore the purple emblem in the first place.
'What should Soundwave and symbiotes do?' he asked standing straight from where Jazz had pushed him into the wall for some intimacy, not that he had minded, Jazz hadn't been the only one needing release to the point where he hadn't even blinked when Jazz had dragged him into a storage unit.
His systems started closing the interface programs slowly like his body was hoping that this was a test and they could get back to what they were doing, but no such luck as Jazz brought his rifle out of sub-space to check over.
'Come with me to the surveillance room it's probably the safest place for you and the least suspicious.' he said 'not that mechs think your suspicious, I mean they do but-.' he started rambling but Soundwave interrupted him quickly.
'Soundwave's position known, no offence taken. Jazz will be fighting?' he asked nervously. Jazz grinned and held Soundwave's chin in one servo, easily registering the worry in his voice.
'C'mere.' he crooned pulling Soundwave down into a passionate kiss that lasted a lot longer than it should. Insistent beeping from Prowl made Jazz pull back and send a combination to Soundwave's comm. He answered the puzzled look on Soundwave's face before he could ask.
'The combination for my office, when I get back I want you in there, waiting for me.' he said with just enough of a seductive purr in his tone to send shivers up Soundwave's spine as he nodded and followed Jazz out of the storage room and hastily walked to the surveillance room.
Megatron had wanted to stay away from the Autobot's for a little while longer, he had been forming a plan and last nights encounter with Bluestreak had made him all he more determined to see it through.
But the Decepticon's needed fuel and Starscream was beginning to get suspicious of why Megatron had suddenly lost the will to fight, he couldn't afford a challenge to his position right now so he had planned an attack at a nearby Nuclear generator, an easy enough target.
They had already gained enough energon to last a few vorns when the Autobot's had showed up Optimus leading the pack and already half way through his usual speech as he transformed.
Megatron felt the rush of a fight and powered up his cannon, but it felt like he was forgetting something...'Oh right the plan!' he purposefully aimed to miss Optimus, knowing full well that he'd never get the Autobot's to agree to anything if he managed to kill their Prime.
the Autobot's charged towards his own army. And he roared his commands across the battlefield, keeping an optic open for a certain blue noble-mech.
The battle waged on and Bluestreak did his best to avoid looking at the grey mech locked in a heated fist fight with his leader. He focused on defending Sunny and Sides as they grappled with some Combaticons, making sure no one took any pot shots at his two best friends.
Prowl and Jazz had managed to fight past the Decepticon's guarding the energy supply and were soon grappling with a stubborn blue and white seeker over the control panel for the energon converter. Two against one and hey were having difficulty wrenching the controller from Thundercracker's grip.
Prowl looked at the dials on the machines beside them warily and he quickly let go of the control panel and grabbed Jazz to run back out.
Thunder looked at them confused before he looked over to the gauges on the wall. He opened up the open comm and shouted down the line.
'ABORT, ABORT. The factories gonna blow.' he said as Skywarp teleported in to grab his wings and get his stupid trine mate out of the way.
The rest of the Decepticon's had sprinted away and the Autobots fighting them had followed suit thinking that the Cons were retreating.
Megatron and Optimus remained where they were grappling and throwing punches into the other. Megatron hadn't even registered what he'd heard over the comm line until an explosion threw both him and Optimus to the ground and away from the other.
The remaining energon that had been left behind exploded leaving craters and fire in its wake. The entire battlefield was covered in smoke and dust, making visibility limited to only ten kliks in front of your optics.
Bluestreak looked around worriedly. He had been thrown to the floor, his rifle was gone and from the looks if so was everyone else.
'Sideswipe...Sunstreaker!' he yelled but they didn't call back. He swallowed down his nerves and started walking forwards trying to feel his way around. The heat from the explosion made his vents open and the dust being sucked into his venting made him splutter and cough.
A large hand grabbed his shoulder and he jumped before his capture shushed him, he looked up and saw Megatron looking worse for wear grimacing down at him.
'What are you doing yelling out in the middle of a battlefield. And where the frag is your rifle?' he asked his voice angry but low.
Bluestreak would have been worried that he'd angered the enemy leader if Megatron hadn't started pulling and shoving him around to check for injuries.
Once Megatron was sure Bluestreak wasn't critically injured he let the mech go. It wouldn't do for his new toy to get damaged.
Bluestreak was about to retort when Optimus Primes voice started calling through the fog.
'Uh oh.' Bluestreak muttered, Megatron went to fly away but his thrusters were damaged. He cursed quietly. His cannon was damaged also and he knew he was alone and surrounded by Autobot's and apparently so did Bluestreak who grabbed his arm to pull him down lower to the ground.
'Transform!' he said as quietly as he could. Megatron shot him the most offended look he he'd ever given anyone who wasn't Starscream.
'I am not transforming I'll be defenseless!' he reasoned but Bluestreak shook his head.
'If you don't they'll catch you and put you in the brig but if you transform I can get you out of here, I lost my rifle and it wont look weird for me to be carrying a mark twelve model with your configurations around with me, I tried to make my own rifle as close as possible to the old war classes and the dust should help.' Bluestreak babbled as he looked around, the dust was starting to settle and he needed to convince Megatron quickly.
The gun-former baulked at his exact model being so casually called out like it was common knowledge but relented 'this is going to be humiliating.' he groaned as he transformed, falling into Bluestreak's arms, the rifle was slightly larger than his own and he quailed his engines from revving at the feel.
Megatron felt- well wonderful in his arms, perfectly balanced with smooth lines, he drew a single digit across the barrel and even peeked little through the black scope, the grip held steady and he flexed his servo around it as he admired the way Megatron was perfectly moulded to give the best possible shot.
Bluestreak was more than tempted to shoot a round off and feel what the recoil was like, he was a little small for Megatron's size but he was sure if his footing was steady enough-
'Bluestreak! There you are.' he spun around trying to cover most of Megatron's bulk with an arm as Sunny and Sides ran to him.
'We were worried bro.' Sides said smacking him on the shoulder, seemingly ignoring Megatron. Bluestreak inwardly thanked Primus and Unicron for the small mercies.
Jazz groaned as his plating popped back into place loudly. Ratchet tsked him like he was a new-born sparkling before going over to Prowl's bed.
'How are you feeling Jazz?' Perceptor asked as he helped Jazz wrap some metal mesh over a small gash in his right arm. Since Perceptor and Drift had been banned from fighting Perceptor had taken to being a helping hand around the med-bay.
'It's all good my mech, just a few dents, nothing a little self-repair can't fix.' he said shining his visor up to Perceptor he looked around for Percy's other half but came up empty.
'Where's Drift?' he asked as Percy finished tying up the gauze. The scientist smiled and chuckled to himself. Jazz wondered if increased laughter was a side effect of bonding as Perceptor laughed and giggled like a femme a lot more since the revelation.
'He is with the others trying to help clear up the mess the Decepticon's left us with, but everyone's treating him like a cluster of Praxis crystals and won't let him help.' he explained, Jazz joined in the soft laughter at the thought.
'Should be soon right?' he asked excitedly, the soon to be sire nodded as he gathered the supplies.
'We hope so. Everyone's so happy for us and excited. We can't wait to meet the sparkling.' he said before leaving Jazz to discharge himself as he helped another mech caught in the blast.
Jazz quickly unplugged the medical port and left the med-bay before Prowl noticed and jogged to his office a wide grin on his face as he keyed open the door.
Optimus had been to distracted to notice anything different about Bluestreak's weapon and Red-Alert hadn't batted an optic when he offhandedly mentioned he wanted to keep his weapon on him.
Only the top officers were allowed to keep their rifles on them but Bluestreak was an exception, if you listened to the less flattering rumours it was because of his connections to Prowl but it was really because he was the most trusted with a gun, he even shot better than Jazz on a bad day and so when he wanted to keep his weapon on him he was allowed.
'Although..' he thought as he hurried down the hall to his room 'they wouldn't trust me as much if they knew.' he sighed and held Megatron tighter just under his chassis, he held him as he would a sparkling and tried his best to make the journey as smooth as possible.
He could feel the warmth and the low hum of a compressed engine as he keyed in his code and finally entered the relative safety of his berthroom.
He went to place Megatron on his berth but the impatient mech started his transformation sequence as soon as the door closed and he backed up into his door as the large mech fully transformed.
Megatron took a look around the cramped room and sneered, it was tiny! He could feel his helm scraping against the ceiling for Primus's sake and where was the washracks in such a tiny room.
He leant down a little to stop his paint transferring to the ceiling. 'This is your hab-suit?' he asked incredulously, turning to look down at the gunner who nodded up to him.
'Yeah we don't really need much space and it's better than sharing bunks.' he answered trotting over to his berth and sitting down, crossing his legs and smiling at Megatron.
'So I'm here...what now?' Megatron asked, he was honestly lost as to why events had turned out this way, but when he thought about it it was perfect! He had infiltrated the Autobot base better than he could of hoped..and the fact that the object of his desire was just casually letting him stay at his hab-suit was an added pleasure.
Bluestreak seemed to falter and look around sheepishly, 'I uh kinda didn't think that far ahead.' he mumbled and ducked lower as Megatron gave him a dithering look.
'Well it was better than getting captured right?' he asked petulantly even as Megatron scoffed at him and sat down heavily on the other end of his berth, relaxing back.
Only then did Bluestreak notice the amount of scratches and gashes that littered the Decepticon leaders body, the cuts were deep in some places and Bluestreak could see some energon seep out.
'You're hurt.' Bluestreak gasped reaching into his subspace for some ointment he kept on hand. It was a special mixture Ratchet had made for battlefield injuries, it helped speed up the process of self-repair.
'Tsk, this is nothing but a few scrapes.' Megatron huffed, feeling annoyed at being thought weak, his body stiffened as Bluestreak started rubbing something cold and wet against the gashes on his abdominal plating he looked down to Bluestreak confused. The small Autobot merely continued rubbing the cool ointment onto the scratches completely unaware of how sensual the act appeared.
'Wow some of these are pretty deep. It must have really hurt to transform and stay that way for so long.' he said softly. He finished covering the lower area and worked his way up the till he was smoothing over the Decepticon insignia, he head to lean on his knees to reach the other side of his chassis and placed on servo softly on Megatron to stead himself.
Megatron was concentrating on keeping his internals cool as the gorgeous bot touched him so gently and practically draped himself over him It was a sharp contrast to what he was used to and he liked it. He especially liked how Bluestreak didn't see any harm in this act, never reaching for dominance or asking for something in return.
Bluestreak smiled as he worked and made sure to check the deeper cuts thoroughly for refuse before continuing on. Megatron was fighting a losing battle with his ventilation systems and so he shooed Bluestreak's slim hands off his chassis and sat up, putting distance between the two.
'You never told me why?' he asked, looking at the small blue bot as he wiped his hands free of gunk and small smears of energon.
Bluestreak tilted his side slightly but Megatron was not in the mood to play games 'why did you save me?' he asked again.