BEWARE: Very graphic chapter ahead! Have fun!
Skywarp was more excited than ever about the wedding. Of course, he was sure that they would be spending the rest of their lives together, and that was what mattered. Moonbeam had called her four sisters to be bridesmaids—her older sister as maid of honor, and her younger three as the rest of the bridesmaids. Skywarp chose Starscream as best mech, and as for the rest of the Groom Posse, he had recruited Thundercracker and Moonbeam's three brothers.
Late one night, Skywarp and Moonbeam lay in the guest room (where they resided); Skywarp had Moonbeam wrapped up in his arms.
"I couldn't think of a better fiancée to be engaged to, kissy-wissy," Skywarp whispered.
"Thank you, sugar daddy," Moonbeam whispered back, lifting up her finger, upon which the diamond ring still shone in the moonlight. It was as almost as beautiful as the femme who wore it.
"You're welcome," said Skywarp. "I chose the best ring I could find…for the best femme in the universe."
MEANWHILE…
Starscream awoke from his sleep to a disturbing sort of noise. At first he thought it was just the little twins again, calling out for his attention, but it was more of a deep, moaning noise, accompanied by girlish giggles.
Yes…when he thought Starscream was asleep, Thundercracker had brought Gemstone into the Seekers' room. Unbelievable.
Of course, he didn't really want to "watch" or anything, but Starscream found it kind of hard to look away. Every time Gemstone ran her hand down Thundercracker's wings, he shivered a little and moaned with pleasure. When she stuck her hand under the sheets, he moaned even louder, the kind of moan that was only associated with either sexual ecstasy or extreme physical pain.
"Enter me, TC," Gemstone was cooing. Thundercracker grunted and Starscream heard Gemstone shriek as her mate penetrated. This was so annoying. Starscream didn't care what Thundercracker said—Gemstone was NOT just a friend! They were in love, and Thundercracker was just too dumb to notice it. All he realized was that he liked the 'facing.
Starscream groaned with frustration and placed his pillow over his head, trying to block out the sounds of a steamy interface session.
"Harder, hon!" Thundercracker cried. "Faster!"
"Oh, your spike is so big," Gemstone whispered. "Ahh…stretch that valve…oh!"
Starscream heard Thundercracker growl with affection and mumble something equally inappropriate about her body, but he was trying not to listen. However, he knew that telling them to stop wouldn't be a good idea. It would only cause a whole lot of awkwardness for everyone. No…Starscream would just have to wait it out…
"Baby, you're so tight!" Thundercracker sounded pretty pleasured too. "I'm gonna come!"
"Please do," Gemstone encouraged him, and let out a happy sigh.
It was obvious that Gemstone was thrusting harder and harder, getting herself and Thundercracker all riled up, when he heard Thundercracker's howl—his overload had come. Gemstone squealed and hers came soon after.
"You're a good friend," Thundercracker told her, wrapping his arms around her protectively.
"And I come with lots of benefits," she cooed, and stuck her hand under the sheets again. "What's this? Oh, TC, you aren't starting to pressurize again…are you?"
"You really are a pro," he told her passionately as his wings twitched a little. "I've never had so many erections for one femme in my life."
Is that all he can THINK about? Starscream was exasperated by horny Thundercracker as he heard them start another session, with Gemstone on the top again, grabbing his shoulders and setting a fast pace.
Starscream groaned again and sat up in bed. Maybe he could take one 'facing session, but he didn't want to hear their overloads again tonight. So, when they weren't looking, he slipped quietly out of bed and walked down the hall to Megatron's room. The door was locked, but Starscream knocked until the tired Megatron opened the door.
"What do you want, Starscream?" he mumbled.
"Well, Thundercracker is fragging Gemstone in my room and I can't stand it any more," Starscream replied. "So I was wondering if I could come in here and, y'know, cuddle a little or something."
"Megatron does not cuddle," said Megatron angrily.
"Why do you always talk in third person?" asked Starscream cheekily, making his usually shrill voice deep and imitating his boss. "Megatron knows no fear. Megatron does not cuddle. Megatron takes orders from no one. Megatron—"
"All right, I get it," Megatron snapped. "But what makes you think I want to cuddle?"
"Well, maybe…" Starscream sidled up against Megatron and nuzzled his cheek. "Maybe we can turn it into a little something more."
"I guess so," Megatron grunted, and took Starscream's hand, slowly leading him inside.
Megatron's suite was much better than the Seekers' room. The bed was large and luxurious, and the room didn't smell funny, either. Starscream had discovered that sparklings didn't usually smell so good, mostly because they seemed to enjoy throwing up and lubricating whenever (and wherever) they wanted to.
Once they got in bed, Megatron took Starscream into his arms with a surprising amount of affection. Starscream snuggled into him.
"I don't really hate you, Megatron," Starscream whined, feeling almost surreal.
"Don't worry, Starscream, I don't hate you either," said Megatron, wrapping his arms around his lover. Starscream used to fear Megatron; now he felt safe. For some reason he felt a little shy when Megatron stuck one hand in between his legs. What had Thundercracker said to Gemstone about being "tight"?
"I-I don't think I'm as tight as I was," Starscream admitted, feeling a little insecure, hoping he could still please Megatron. "Y'know, ever since I had sparklings."
"Of course not," said Megatron. "That's normal. But I think I should still be able to fill you up, being so well-endowed and all."
Starscream felt that familiar swelling feeling in his interface panel and spread his legs apart. Megatron knelt on all fours then lifted up both of Starscream's legs, placing them on his shoulders.
"You…you don't have the handcuffs, Master," Starscream pointed out, noticing this for the first time.
"It's okay," Megatron whispered, then flipped Starscream's interface hatch open. "Mm…a tad wet, aren't we?"
Actually, that was a bit of an understatement. Starscream was soaked. One breathy gasp escaped his lips when, instead of penetration, he felt someone's tongue roaming around down there, setting his systems on fire. Megatron grabbed Starscream's feet and Starscream held back, well, another scream.
"Oh, it's—it's wonderful," Starscream moaned, feeling his spike getting as hard as a rock. Just as Starscream felt himself involuntarily approaching release, Megatron stopped his licking and, with his most devious smile, released his own spike, already fully erect and even huger than usual. Yeah, he was Megatron, and everything was huge when it came to Megatron, but, well…still.
Primus, did Starscream want that spike inside of him right now. Just the feeling of his valve being stretched to the perfect amount by a special slag buddy was turning him on even more. Megatron gave no warning, and—
Starscream made a little hybrid gasp-whine as he felt his Master shove his spike inside him, nice and deep. Yes, Megatron was certainly able to fill Starscream up comfortably, spicily, hotly, AMAZINGLY. It was fast and hard and it burned with delicious pain and fiery passion. That was the good thing about 'facing with Megatron—it was all raw animal interface, with no regard for feelings, timeliness, or excess bodily fluids painting the bedsheets.
Megatron was the first and only mech Starscream had ever 'faced with. Femmes were great, but it felt…different with Megatron. That first time, that was the only time he had ever bled during 'facing, or felt any pain…but he liked feeling pain, he'd discovered. Well, when he was doing the deed with Megatron, anyway. Although Megatron had become gentler with Starscream since then, they had both enjoyed the S&M, especially with a clear definition of who played the dominant and submissive roles. Starscream's initial fascination with Megatron morphed into something new, something special.
The transfluid that filled Starscream up was warm, tingling. It seemed to fill not just his valve but his spark as well. Starscream gasped again as he felt his own release and Megatron took his lover into his arms protectively, using one hand to stroke his spike. Starscream adjusted his hips to the position and held Megatron's hand there, to make sure the good feeling didn't leave.
"Megatron?" asked Starscream, his voice high-pitched and needy-sounding.
"What?" Megatron whispered, his fingers not leaving Starscream's southern regions.
"Can I stay with you at night again?" Starscream stared up at Megatron with pleading red eyes,
Already, he could feel another erection coming on. Was this how Thundercracker felt whenever he got Gemstone into bed with him? Was that why they were never able to control themselves?
"Why, of course you can," Megatron replied, smirking as he felt Starscream getting hard again—and more than a little wet. "You can stay as much as you like."