"Don't touch me!" Starscream screeched.
He thrashed around, knocking the servos away. They persisted, this time grabbing the base of his wings and pulling him backwards.
Starscream screamed as he fell, dislodging his assaulter's servos and he scrabbled away, tripping and falling on his faceplate. He rolled over, spark thrumming fearfully. The knock to his processor had messed up his vision. Everything was blurry and the edges of his HUD were covered in pixilated black patches.
"Stay back!" He tried to sound threatening, but it came off as frightened.
His wings, which he was hiding behind his back as best he could, still held the imprints of his attacker's digits. They were fresher than the memories of touch on his waist and thighs, but none compared to the violated feeling sill persisting between his legs.
"Have you lost your senses, Starscream?"
Starscream stopped squirming away, squinting his optics. He blinked a few times as the fuzzy red shape before him focused. Knock Out stood with his servos on his hips. His shiny white faceplate looked done with everything and the wheels on his back sagged with tiredness.
"You were yelling in recharge," Knock Out said, crankily.
"Were you dreaming?" Megatronus asked.
Starscream ventilated heavily, still feeling disconnected from his surroundings. An impending sense of danger and the need to escape loomed over the performer. He looked between his mate and the medic, until familiarity set in.
"Dreaming. Yes," he managed to spit out.
"Keep it down next time," Knock Out complained, heading back to his quarters.
Starscream crossed his legs and let his helm fall into his servos, which then decided to make his morning even worse by sending a fleet of jets roaring through his processor. He groaned and slowly fell onto his side.
"That's why you don't drink by yourself," Megatronus chimed in, though it sounded like blaster fire.
"Shut up!" Starscream shrieked. A lance for each word shot through his helm.
The performer pushed with his pedes, sliding along on his chest plating. The scrape of metal felt like it was on his processor rather than his chassis. He stopped when his helm hit Megatronus' arm, giving a small, "Ow."
"Let me try something," Megatronus suggested, thankfully whispering.
Digits prodded at the base of Starscream's helm, massaging neck cables. The other pulled the performer in closer, more of a gesture of intimacy than of whatever his other servo was doing. Both seemed to help immensely, if only for the short term.
Starscream gave a grumbling groan and his pistons hissed as he stretched his joints, falling back into his mate, practically purring. He raised his arms above his helm and placed them behind Megatronus', giving him an encouraging scratch.
"Good?" the gladiator murmured.
A kiss tickled the top of Starscream's helm, warmth blossoming from the epicentre. It trickled down through his frame, until even the points of his pedes were toasty.
"Mhmm." The sound vibrated through Starscream's intakes and into the gladiator's chest plating.
"How about this?" He pet the curve over Starscream's tank.
"Mmmmneed energon." His tank yawned with emptiness, his fuel pump sputtering for good measure. He nestled more comfortably into the crook of his arm.
Megatronus nudged him. "Fuel up."
"Noooooo." He rolled over onto his side and hid his faceplate. "So tired."
"You'll be 'so stasis lock' if you don't fuel up." Unconscious digits traced back seams, while fully conscious lips met with helm crest.
"Five more cycles," Starscream pleaded.
Megatronus rolled his optics tiredly then shuttered them. "Fine. As long as you get my dose as well." He rested his helm on the apex of Starscream's, just barely missing his optic with the ornamentation that rubbed up against his optic ridge.
"That's not fair," Starscream whined. His servo fell across the gladiator's faceplate, stroking down and bringing his bottom lip with it, which smacked back up wetly.
"That's the cost of five cycles. Take it or leave it."
"You're getting too expensive for me," Starscream teased.
"Keep that up and it'll cost you two." The gladiator moved to roll onto his side, grunting when his legs remained immobile, and settling back onto his back.
"You're evil." Starscream's vocalizer vibrated at a near inaudible level.
"Real energon. Not Knock Out's concoctions." Megatronus' last words were spat out like a bad taste.
"But they taste so goooood." He shivered as the sweet Sparkeater Bite's ghost tingled over his glossa for a moment.
"Remember that in a moment."
Starscream opened his optics a crack, wings twitching in question, when the pressure on his processor increased tenfold, a groan ringing out of his voicebox. As quickly as it had come, it subsided, as the gladiator's servo returned to the nape of his neck.
"Remember this when you want to guzzle back high grade in the middle of the night," Megatronus gently scolded his mate.
"But I have you," Starscream pointed out. "So I can have all the high grade I want."
"I'm too nice to you," the gladiator said his mental note aloud.
Starscream exvented happily, shifting just that much closer to the gladiator. He pursed his lips in a pathetic attempt at a kiss on his mate's plating, but the world was growing so bleary around him that it could have been imagined. He could have recharged right there, on the cold hard floor of Knock Out's apartment.
"Why were you drinking so late anyways?"
Suddenly Starscream's wings felt cramped, and the leg that was tucked between the gladiator's gargantuan pedes shifted uncomfortably. He removed it, preferring the company of his other leg. He sat up, flapping his wings to get the energon circulating through them again. He tried to not show how much his processor ached, and failed miserably.
"What's wrong?" Megatronus asked.
Orion probably smelled like rubber and dirt. Maybe wax if he was more Knock Out's type. Regardless, the problem was not what he smelled like, but rather that he and Megatronus had gotten close enough to permeate olfactory sensors. Worse, they had been in this closeness long enough to recognize scents.
"My helm," he lied.
"Then come back down," Megatronus stated the obvious.
Starscream held the pulsing metal, but something went banging down the trash chute and ignited a cacophony of pain receptors beneath his servo. Resigned, he curled his abdomen over Megatronus', turning their frames into a cross. His mate relieved the pain from his processor, but perhaps he had just moved it to a more spark-centric area.
"How hard is it to get a t-cog?" Starscream asked nonchalantly.
Knock Out laughed. "Oh, it's just about the easiest piece of biotech to get your servos on."
"Really?" Starscream's wings perked up.
"Of course not! It's a t-cog. You get one." Knock Out's optics scanned medical tablets, curled digits pressed to mouth pensively.
"Yes, of course," Starscream agreed, sideling away.
"Oh, and Starscream." Knock Out formed a death grip on Starscream's wrist.
The performer swallowed.
"If you're here to tell me Megatronus did something stupid to fry his t-cog, you can tell him I will gladly replace it after I tear out yours." The medic gave him a faceplate glowing, optics closed smile.
"No, no, he's fine," he assured, struggling a little. "Well, I mean, apart from the..." He broke off in a shaky laugh.
Knock Out sighed heavily. "What did you do?"
"What? Nothing."
"Mhmm. It's probably just jammed. Well, hop up." He gestured to the table, giving it a good smack. "A good oiling and you'll be back to ruling the skies. Or, whatever it is you jets do."
"Really, I'm fine." Primus, his grip was strong.
"Nonsense. My life seems to revolve around taking care of the two of you imbeciles, so why not throw in a couple of tune-ups?" Knock Out picked up a sharp and invasive looking tool from his worktable.
"Uh..." Starscream tugged against his current captor.
"I'll try to be a good doctor and not leave a wrench in your gears, but no promises." He then picked up a well-worn wrench, turning it over in the light.
"Oh, would you look at the time. Megatronus needs another energon dose." By this point, Knock Out had left enough paint transfers to give him a wrist decal.
"I am tired after being so rudely awoken this morning that I might not be in top condition. Mistakes are bound to happen."
"Yes, well," Starscream forcefully pried his servo off of him, "Like I said. Megatronus. Energon." He rushed out of the room before Knock Out snapped and replaced his wings for wheels.
Swiping some energon from the counter and sitting cross-legged next to his mate, he hissed through the side of his mouth, "Knock Out's pissed."
"What was that, Screamie?" The medic had pursued him.
"Nothing!" Energon sloshed onto Starscream's faceplate as he slammed the glass to his mouth, averting his optics.
"Good news," he told Megatronus. "I've finally gotten the resources necessary for your operation."
"Finally," the gladiator sighed.
A bubble blown into his drink further dirtied Starscream's faceplate as he grasped Megatronus' closest servo, squeezing hard.
The gladiator yanked it away, giving him a questioning look.
"Which means you," Knock Out's veiled glare fell on Starscream, "Are confined to your quarters until the surgery is complete."
An angry stream of bubbles escaped the surface of the performer's energon. "You can't confine me!" he protested, blue rivulets dripping off of his chin.
"Since you can't seem to take a leisurely stroll without losing an arm, I think I can." He stood with arms akimbo.
"I can take care of myself," Starscream growled, pouting like a sparkling.
"Fine then. I suppose Megatronus can live without legs." Knock Out walked away slowly, his spinning tires betraying his annoyance.
"Just do as he says, Starscream," Megatronus pleaded.
"Hmph. Fine." He stood and turned on his heel, helm raised high and wings held stiffly behind him. He slammed the door and flopped faceplate-first onto the berth. He grunted and rolled around until he made a grumpy burrito of himself with the heat cover.
When the mesh covering threatened to melt the paint from his plating, he wiggled to the head of the berth and fiddled with the switches to shut it off. The sun streaming through the window more than made up for the heat loss. If anything, Starscream was still too hot.
After a few cycles of playing a non-engaging game on his HUD, Starscream was bored. Knock Out's guest room consisted of little more than a berth, a berthside table, and a dome light- off- in the centre of the ceiling. On another occasion the performer had raided the drawers of the berthside table, but all of its contents required the presence of another to be enjoyable. Except for one thing that looked like it could be used on a spike, but it also looked like it had the power to remove said spike. It would take ten times as many drinks as he had had last night before he would let that thing anywhere near his codpiece.
"Starscream!" a muffled call of his name reached his audials.
His focus shifted from the screen before his optics to the cherry wall. He listened to the silence when Knock Out's saw started up, and he wrote the original sound off as a part of the procedure. That is, until it came again, accompanied by someone knocking on the window pane.
Starscream's chassis shot up and he fumbled his way out of the cover. Getting to his pedes, he stood at an angle to the window, waiting for the banging to come again. It did, as an unmistakable purple fist.
"Starscream!" Skywarp called.
The performer slowly revealed himself, placing a servo on a hip as he watched Skywarp totter about on cones of fire. His faceplate lit up and he leaned into the glass, his pedes threatening to fall out from under him.
Starscream opened the window a crack, the words, "What are you doing here?" coming as a whisper that was drowned out by the roar of the jet's engines as he pushed the window open fully and used the performer's waist as a pseudo pole to spin around and land neatly beside him.
Starscream pushed the seeker into the wall and clamped down on his mouth, which buzzed against his palm as Skywarp murmured lustfully. He waggled his optic ridges and twitched his wings suggestively.
"My mate is in the other room," Starscream hissed. "If you do anything more to alert him of your presence, I will personally rip your voicebox out of your skinny neck." He glared a moment longer, then removed his servo.
"FYI, you have the same skinny neck." Naturally, Skywarp's optics fell to that neck, hungrily taking it in.
"What are you doing here?" he repeated
"Just taking in the sights." Red optics fell and rose like an elevator, locking on equally red optics.
Starscream swallowed as he was sucked into them and his spark began to race. He grit his denta, conflicted, but found his sparkbeat was far louder than any misgivings he might have. His faceplate crept towards Skywarp's, whose optics were already tightly shuttered in anticipation. He felt his ventilations fog on his plating from pursed lips, tucking a servo between the wall and the seeker's helm. He felt the faintest touch of Skywarp's lips before he pushed him away.
"You can't be here," Starscream said, turning away from the seeker. He felt like he had taken a jab to the chest.
"But I am here." Arms laced around the performer's waist, and he couldn't find any reason to pry him off. His helm raised a bit at the sound of a saw from the other room. "And it doesn't sound like anyone knows I'm here."
"Someone could come in at any second." He turned and made space between them by roughly pushing him back towards the window. "Go."
Skywarp sat down on the windowsill, grabbing the inside edge and leaning back onto the inside of his knees. "Come fly with me."
Starscream shook his helm and crossed his arms. "Leave."
"One quick fly around the block." He smirked invitingly. "I'll have you back before anyone can miss you."
The breeze came in then, tickling the bright red, somewhat worn, tips of his wings. His spark pulled him forward, not towards Skywarp, but towards the open sky behind him. He took a staggering step when his servo was pulled.
With a shriek Starscream yanked himself back before the seeker could make him plummet to his death.
Skywarp pouted. "Please? You don't know how hard it is to get away from Thundercracker."
"I can't," Starscream said.
"Sure you can." He swung back up into the room. "I can even help you out."
"I really can't."
"This always works on TC."
Skywarp slithered behind Starscream and ran his servo down the main energon line on his right side. His digits dug under the line and through a gap in plating, rubbing into a layer of mesh. Starscream's faceplate squished weirdly, quite like whatever Skywarp was feeling up. The seeker pushed harder, puffing out air frustratedly.
"Why isn't it working?" Skywarp said, now jabbing at his innards.
"What the frag are you trying to do?"
"Activate your t-cog." Whispering frustratedly, he repeated, "This always works on TC."
"Please. Stop," Starscream said, his voice tight.
Skywarp retracted his servo and then retracted himself entirely. He sat on the berth and Starscream could feel the mope coming off of him through his field.
"It always works..."
"I'm not Thundercracker." Starscream leaned his hip into his servo.
"Let me try again."
"Skywarp, it's not going to work."
"Just let me try."
Starscream rolled his optics and gave an airy groan. He joined the seeker on the berth, enough room between them for Thundercracker to sit if he had been there. He crossed one leg over the other and folded his servos neatly in his lap, chin raised and optics half-shuttered.
"Well, get on with it." Starscream presented his chassis and leaned back on his servos.
At first, the seeker just reached over and dug his claw under the energon line, causing Starscream's intakes to hitch and his optics to focus solely on that trailing digit. Which was why Skywarp was able to straddle the performer without much difficulty.
Starscream glanced up at the extra weight on his lap, which was slowly spreading out to the rest of his frame as the seeker coaxed him down onto the berth. His arms lay confused at his sides while Skywarp's made their home in the curve of his back, their plating catching in a strangely pleasing way.
"Skywarp," the name was vented, "We shouldn't-"
The sweetest silencer; a seeker's lips. Insatiable as they were, they almost had enough when pressed against Starscream's, kissing back just as hungrily. His arms found their purpose and pulled Skywarp into him, caressing the slope leading to his aft.
"Keep going," Skywarp encouraged. He wiggled his rump under Starscream's pinky.
He couldn't deny himself the aft that had been swaying its way hypnotically through his dreams. He gave it a squeeze, and his clawtips felt the heat radiating off of the seeker's panel.
Skywarp's hold on him upgraded to a needy embrace and his vents puffed after being held shut. His cooling fans kicked on and his engines revved as he positioned his helm over the performer's wing, kissing it gently. His vocalizer emitted a low buzz of static that pricked at the flat of Starscream's wing when he opened his mouth wider.
Red optics fluttered shut and he moved his wing, trying to get away from the wet, almost too good sensation. It persisted, a small moan escaping his voicebox. His back curved up further and he pressed his aft and shoulders further into the berth. His talons dug into mesh and plating and his legs twitched up and together.
Skywarp's glossa swirled and trailed, pausing sporadically to kiss the warm metal. One arm abandoned Starscream's waist to play with his wingtip.
"Oh, Primus," Starscream whispered. His wings flapped feebly and knocked the heat cover away.
"I thought you'd like that," Skywarp said with a smile.
The seeker's hips lowered and mashed their pelvic plating together. They both gave a pleasured gasp and Skywarp's limbs faltered as he fell into Starscream. He kissed neck cables and stroked plating, movements growing more fervent.
"I need you, Starscream," Skywarp's voice was warped with lust. "I need you inside of me."
He opened his panel with a gush of transfluid. It dripped down onto Starscream's codpiece, then down the shaft of the performer's spike as it pressurized, the end just touching the rim of Skywarp's valve. He came down on it slowly, lifting his chassis up and giving a low moan.
Starscream squeezed his optics shut and his mouth opened silently. Energon lines pulsed around his spike and nodes met nodes with tiny shocks.
Once Skywarp had fully enveloped him, he arched his back and steadied himself on Starscream's thighs. His hips started to rock as he guided his partner's servos to his main energon lines.
"Squeeze them," Skywarp instructed.
Starscream constricted the flow and Skywarp threw his helm back.
"Harder."
He pinched them to half their girth.
"Yes," the seeker moaned. He bounced atop Starscream, a wobbly smile on his faceplate.
Starscream slipped his digits under the hoses, gripping them tightly to hold Skywarp in place while he dipped just the tip inside.
"More, more, more," Skywarp whisper-chanted and threw his helm around.
"More?" Starscream purred. "What makes you think you deserve more?"
"Please," he begged.
"Please what?" Starscream smirked.
"Please, frag me."
"That's a good boy." He thrust deeply.
Skywarp wailed and fell forward, servos on either side of Starscream's helm.
The performer strained his neck to kiss him. The gesture doubled as a silencer as he used his makeshift handles to pull Skywarp up and down in rhythmic strokes. His faceplate vibrated from Skywarp's cries.
The black seeker's thighs shivered around Starscream's hips, slick with transfluid. He slid his pedes out to either side, spreading his legs a little further, taking the performer just a little more deeply. His wings were thrown back and forth and he grabbed Starscream's in retaliation.
Starscream yelped and released his playmate's mouth, who used the opportunity to arch up and moan unabashedly. He pried Skywarp off of his wings, hissing, "Not so loud!"
"But. It's. So. Good!" His words were punctuated with thrusts.
Starscream yanked the seeker down and held him there.
"My mate is in the other room," he growled.
"And yet, here you are," Skywarp said sassily, opening one optic in a reverse wink.
Starscream scowled and pushed himself even deeper. Skywarp's optics bugged out for a moment then shut tightly, his digits interlocking with Starscream's.
"You will keep it down," Starscream ordered.
"Mmm," Skywarp's helm lolled onto his shoulder, "Yes sir." He bit his lip and his optics flashed brightly with desire.
Starscream released the seeker's energon lines and he arched again at the sudden flow of energon. He gripped the top edge of Skywarp's pelvic plating to hold him down then gyrated his hips.
Tiny gasps escaped the seeker's throat and he strained against the servo holding him down. He feebly pulled at it, the attempts growing weaker and then stopping altogether when Starscream circled an outer node with an extended digit. His servos, instead, settled on the performer's chest to keep himself upright.
"Oh, frag, I'm close," Skywarp gasped.
A blue figure flew in through the open window, landing behind Skywarp, whose helm whipped around at the intrusion.
"You ruin everything!" Skywarp shrieked, tearing himself off of Starscream and bolting for the window.
A breeze caressed Starscream's spike, making him shiver at the sudden loss of Skywarp's warmth. He blinked a few times, his processor a few nanokliks behind reality. As his recognition of Thundercracker set in, he depressurized his spike. His codpiece ached from the effort of holding it back.
"Have you made your choice yet?" Thundercracker asked Starscream, arms crossed while his optics followed Skywarp's sky tantrum.
"That's not fair," Starscream complained as he sat up. "He came to me."
"You still have time," Thundercracker reassured him. "But interfacing looks a lot like a 'yes.'"
"He jumped me."
"And you enabled him," Thundercracker pointed out.
"You try to get Skywarp off of you!"
"I have. Many times. We do share a berth, after all."
"Well, excuse me for not being practised in the art of prying horny seekers off of my interface panel!" Starscream's voice rose to a just-louder-than-speaking volume.
Thundercracker sighed and put his servos on his hips. "Make your decision." Then he jumped out of the window and transformed.
Starscream blew an irritated puff of air out of his vents. He watched the two quarrel for a moment then flopped down on the berth and covered himself with the heating cover.