CHAPTER 14: Tension Tamer
Thundercracker wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting in the dark, his helm resting against his knees as he thought himself around in circles. He'd turned his chronometer off when he'd gotten to his quarters, along with his comms.
Starscream had woken up not too long ago, and the other seeker could feel his trine leader's feeble efforts to pull away from their bond the way he always did when he was in genuine pain. Skywarp, on the other hand, was still out cold, and Thundercracker was grateful for that. He would prefer his other trinemate stayed offline until they had some kind of good news to give him, even if it was just that they had some semblance of a plan. Soundwave was probably working on that already, but nothing would go forward until they had Megatron back online.
There came a ring on the door comm, and Thundercracker lifted his helm, wincing at the crick his neck had developed from hunching over so long.
"Thundercracker? You in there?" Blitzwing's voice called through the intercom.
Of course. Blitzwing never had been the sort just to let well enough alone. Thundercracker curled back in on himself, hoping perhaps the other mech would just go away if he ignored him long enough.
"I'm not going anywhere until you prove you're alive in there," the triple-changer threatened, leaning on the buzzer again.
The seeker groaned and pulled himself to his pedes.
"What do you want?" he grumbled as the door slid open.
"Oh, there you are," Blitzwing remarked, looking him up and down. "You sure you shouldn't still be in the medbay?"
"I don't want to be in the medbay," Thundercracker grumbled, letting his helm fall against the doorframe.
"I get that. Hook is a real putz, ain't he?"
The seeker grunted in acknowledgment.
"Brought you something," the other mech announced, holding up a crate of what was most certainly illegal high grade. "Only the worst slag I swiped from Mixmaster's personal stores."
Thundercracker eyed the stuff, glowing a lurid deep purple rather than the proper fuschia of regular energon. Mixmaster's brews were always guaranteed to send a 'bot into a beautifully overcharged stupor, even if there was some risk of coming out of that stupor to find they'd also burned a hole in your fuel tank. Either way, Thundercracker's current worries would be a thing of the past.
"Come on in," he sighed, stepping back from the doorway.
Blitzwing had struck gold on his raid of Mixmaster's stores. It was smooth, rich stuff that went down deceptively easy and had started making Thundercracker's helm buzz after just a couple of swallows. Two cubes in, he was an overcharged puddle in the middle of his living quarters, trine bond sufficiently dampened.
"We should save a cube o' this stuff. See if Mixy can figure out how to make it again," Blitzwing mused at him from the couch.
"We should… build a giant Devastator, but, like, hollow," Thundercracker returned. "An' put it outside the Autobots' base with a note: 'Happy Primesday.' Is it Primesday soon? Can't keep track on this planet…"
"Why would we give the Autobots a giant, hollow Devastator?" his drinking partner wanted to know.
"'Cause, then we'll be inside it, and when they take it in, we can all jump out," the seeker explained. "A bunch of humans did it once. There was a giant city with super thick walls, so they made a hollow horse and hid inside it."
"You watch squishy TV on the sly, don't you?" Blitzwing accused.
Thundercracker rolled onto his side so that he could look at him. "So what if I do?" he demanded. "Rumble 'n Frenzy watch it, too, 'n Soundwave hasn't said anything about it yet."
"I just dunno how you find it interesting," the triple-changer shrugged. "'Specially the romances. Who wants to see squishies gettin' it on together?"
"Oh, they don't show that on TV," Thundercracker assured him.
"Didn't Frenzy find a tape of it once?"
"Yeah… Soundwave did have something to say about that…"
"Did you watch it?" Blitzwing asked, an immature grin spreading across his face.
Thundercracker glared at him; that was a rather personal question, in his opinion.
"You look like Screamer when you make that face, you know," the other mech laughed, and a tongue of guilt flicked through the seeker.
He sat up. "I shouldn't be doing this."
"What else are you gonna do?" Blitzwing wanted to know. "Keep moping alone in the dark?"
"I dunno. I just…" Thundercracker made a noise of frustration and rubbed at his forehelm. He'd had too much to think straight, but not quite enough to completely let go yet. "Bum me another cube, would you?"
The triple-changer snorted and grabbed another cube out of the crate beside him before sliding down onto the floor to join the seeker. He settled himself about an arm's length away, facing the opposite direction and handed over the cube.
"Been a while since we hung out like this, hasn't it?" he commented as Thundercracker pulled the seal off his drink and waited for the fumes to go down a little.
"Since before Warp had Nubby, I think," he agreed before knocking back a few gulps. It was enough. He felt his processor hit that perfect sweet spot of overcharge where nothing mattered anymore and lowered the cube with a contented sigh.
"Been that long since I got laid, too," Blitzwing snorted. "Hey, so did you really watch the squishy video?"
Thundercracker hesitated just a moment before answering. "Yes. I was just curious how they do it. S'not like I'm into watchin' squishies bang."
The triple-changer threw his head back with a bark of laughter. "So, how do they do it?" he asked, scooting a bit closer to the other mech.
"Same way we do," Thundercracker shrugged. "Was weird. They do it 'xactly the same, 'cept their femmes don't have spikes. Seems unfair, if you ask me."
"Just another reason we're the superior race, I guess," Blitzwing shrugged.
The seeker snorted and took a few more swigs of his high grade. He knew that if he finished this cube, he would be well and truly smashed, and that sounded like an acceptable destination at the moment.
"So, what would the squishies do in this kind of situation, then?" his drinking partner asked, and Thundercracker looked up over the rim of his cube to find that the triple changer had scooted close enough now to lean across his lap, resting one servo on the floor by his hip.
"Well… I suppose they might scream," Thundercracker replied, surprised to feel his core temperature starting to rise slightly.
"And why would they do that?" Blitzwing asked, his voice dropping low as his optics flickered down to the smaller mech's lips.
"I… don't know," the seeker confessed. He knew exactly where this was going to go if he didn't stop it, and he so rarely ever wanted that. He'd certainly never wanted it from Blitzwing before. The triple-changer was nice enough in his way, and both Skywarp and Starscream (before he'd taken up with Megatron, of course) had attested to how satisfactory his abilities were. He just wasn't Thundercracker's type.
But tonight, with his with his processor buzzing with high quality high grade and his spark still aching slightly with the hollowness of two trinemates in crisis, that wasn't so much of a problem as usual.
"I guess, in some cases, they might kiss," he said, and Blitzwing smiled before tilting his helm and closing the distance between them.
Thundercracker parted his own lips to let him in, reaching up to grab the back of the other mech's helm as he kissed him back. With both their mouths so coated in the same high grade, he hardly tasted anything, even as Blitzwing's tongue slid insistently past his lips.
"Tell me what you want," Blitzwing whispered as they parted.
"More," the seeker told him. "Just… just more."
The other mech nodded in understanding, one of his servos sliding up the outside of Thundercracker's thigh while the other found his wing and squeezed. The seeker gasped and grabbed hold of the helm now moving down to suck on his neck cables. He could feel moisture gathering behind his panel as his cooling fans kicked on. Blitzwing's own fans answered a moment later as he dipped his servo down between the seeker's thighs.
Thundercracker's panel slid back after just a couple of strokes.
"I'm not…" he started and then stuttered as a large digit brushed his gradually moistening valve.
"Not what?" Blitzwing asked, lifting his helm to look the seeker in the optics.
"Usually this easy," Thundercracker finished, his voice strangely breathless as the other mech's digits continued to coax more lubrication from him.
"Don't I know it," the triple-changer chuckled, and then he leaned in to kiss him again, slow and deep and leaving Thundercracker's processor spinning. There was a familiar snick and a hiss, and the seeker found his servo guided downward to a pressurizing spike. He gripped it and started to pump as a thick digit pressed into him.
"I like you like this," Blitzwing told him, starting to tilt the seeker over onto his back. "You're always so composed. Always wanted to hear you moan."
He pushed another digit into the smaller mech's valve, and Thundercracker hissed slightly, dentae gritted. His servo went slack on Blitzwing's spike as the triple-changer curled his digits and then scissored them.
"You're making an 'ow' face. Is that a good 'ow' or a bad 'ow?'" Blitzwing asked him, wrapping his free servo around the one hanging loose on his spike and moving both up and down.
"Who cares?" Thundercracker returned.
The other mech laughed and pulled his digits out of the seeker's valve. He pumped his spike a couple more times before letting that go too and shifting to line himself up with his partner. Thundercracker spread his knees to let him in, and then winced when Blitzwing gripped his calves and splayed his legs completely, pressing them toward his chest.
"Ow! Stop!" he protested. "I don't bend like Warp and Starscream do!"
"My bad," Blitzwing muttered, pulling back a little. "Thought all seekers were built the same."
Thundercracker huffed at the implications, but focused on preparing himself for what was about to come now that his hips weren't in danger of being pulled out of their sockets. He hadn't 'faced anyone in a good long while, and Blitzwing was larger than his last few partners. This was going to hurt, and he was trying hard to convince himself he wanted that.
Blitzwing leaned in over him, Thundercracker's knees hooked around his elbows, and started pushing his way in.
"Primus!" the seeker gasped, his helm falling back against the floor. His vents quickened to shallow pants as the triple-changer continued stretching him by bits.
"Frag, you are tight!" Blitzwing grunted. "Still only halfway in."
Thundercracker let out a little whimper.
"See if this loosens you up a bit more…"
He started to move, slow and deliberate, and the seeker beneath him squirmed slightly at the stimulation.
"I'll give you more soon as I'm in there proper," Blitzwing promised, his own voice thick and breathless as he pushed himself just a little deeper.
It took a good five minutes until the triple-changer was finally hilt deep in the seeker's valve, the both of them already panting heavily and a bit of moisture gathered at the corners of Thundercracker's optics. Blitzwing gave him a moment's reprieve before leaning down low over the top of him and pinning the smaller mech's servos to the floor on either side of his helm.
"Kay, here we go," he warned before starting to thrust.
It was glorious—exactly the processor-numbing whirl of pleasure that Thundercracker had wanted. Blitzwing was big enough that his stronger thrusts went all the way to the back of the smaller mech's valve, drawing desperate little moans of almost-pain from the seeker every time he slid home.
"Yeah… Yeah, just… Harder!" Thundercracker whined, trying to pull his own knees back as far as possible to get more of that delicious depth. The burn at his valve's overstretched entrance had long since faded into the background of the sensory symphony he was getting.
Blitzwing obliged him, pulling out most of the way before slamming their groins back together with a resounding clang. The seeker gasped and arched up into the next thrust.
"You're quiet," the triple-changer told him, and he knew that it was meant in comparison to his trinemates. He wished Blitzwing wouldn't mention them. Apart from the fact that the whole point of this was to distract himself from them, he just didn't need any reminders that the spike currently pounding into him had been in both Skywarp and Starscream in the past. Multiple times.
"C'mere," the other mech growled suddenly, and Thundercracker found his servos released as Blitzwing slipped his arms around under his back, pulling the seeker upright into his lap.
Thundercracker braced himself against the triple-changer's chassis and started riding his spike up and down, slitting his optics open just enough to watch the other mech watching him. Strong servos found his wings and started massaging outward in firm circles.
"How come we've never done this before?" Blitzwing panted.
"Never been desperate enough?" Thundercracker supplied with a ghost of a smile.
"Wanted you for a while now," the triple-changer confessed. "Thought about you with the other two…"
Thundercracker shook his helm. "Stop talking and just… just, please!"
"Gotcha," Blitzwing grunted, and one of his servos left the seeker's wings to find his anterior node instead.
Thundercracker had to stop moving and just hold on as Blitzwing's digits worked him, making his valve tighten almost impossibly around its intrusion. The triple-changer made up for it by thrusting himself. The seeker choked and then let out a long, loud moan as he overloaded, falling strutless against the other mech.
Blitzwing stopped moving while he waited for the seeker's valve to stop twitching, his servos running up and down Thundercracker's wings.
"Can I finish?" he asked when his partner finally had.
Thundercracker nodded, and found himself on his back again a moment later, making plenty enough noise to rival at least Skywarp while Blitzwing went at his oversensitive valve with gusto. It was over a minute or two later with a grunt and a stutter of the triple-changer's hips. The two of them lay there, panting and slightly sticky with coolant, for several more minutes before Blitzwing pressed a kiss to the corner of the seeker's jaw and pulled out.
Thundercracker rolled over onto his front, tucking his arms up under himself and feeling his overcharged, post-overload haze starting to slide into recharge. A moment later, Blitzwing's large frame pressed up against his back, and he fluttered his wings slightly against the other mech's warmth before settling into him. Whatever problems had driven him to this, they could wait until morning, he decided as a strong arm pulled him close.