Interlude #5
Sam; Dreamscape

Human vision was dependent on visible light. Sam had learned that much in science class although how much he actually remembered of it was up for debate. Not that he needed anyone to explain to him that he couldn't see in the dark, not when he was sitting in the middle of it and it was a distant point, only important because he couldn't see them.

Old science lessons weren't nearly as important as basic mathematics, two plus two equals four and four hands on him meant twins. Identical by his own touch; no obscenely red hair coupled with an easy grin, no glittering dark eyes paired with equally black hair, nothing but wandering hands and mouths.

It was their hands that revealed them, Sideswipe's warmer, slim fingers moving over Sam's bare skin, wandering down his chest. Colder hands on his shoulders, icy touches stroking up his neck to his cheeks and the mouth that covered his own was no warmer, the slick tongue parting his lips to tease at his own. Sam tipped his head up, pushing into it harder than he'd meant, a bite more than a kiss, but Sunstreaker only bit him back, hard enough that the warm taste of blood seeped into his mouth, chasing away the chilliness of the kiss.

The full press of a body behind him made Sam moan into the mouth still on his, arms around him, bare skin against him from his shoulders to his thighs. Sam squirmed against it, heard Sideswipe mumble little curses into his shoulder blade as his hands slid lower, fingertips grazing against Sam's belly as they drifted down between his legs.

No…Sam couldn't say it, gasping soundlessly as he locked his fingers desperately around Sideswipe's wrists but he couldn't stop Sunstreaker, outnumbered in everything but especially in hands, cool hands that slid around the heavy heat of his erection, stroking down the length and then back up on a loose, teasing grip.

"So eager," Sunstreaker crooned into his mouth, teeth as sharp as his tone, biting again at Sam's lips until he winced and twisted his head away, only to be caught by a warmer, gentler mouth, a tender press of tongue that soothed away any pain caused by his twin.

It was easy, too easy, to relax into those touches, to arch his hips into the easy rhythm of the hands surrounding him, so much so that it was a shock when he was roughly pulled away and pushed to his knees. Those cold hands sudden gripping his jaw painfully and a voice hissing in his ear, colder than his touch could ever be, "Open your mouth, human."

The last word was spat out, a truth and an insult all in one, and Sam whimpered, not afraid, not really, but he did it, let his lips part as the wet tip of a cock pressed against them. Gentler than he'd expected, coaxing rather than forcing and a warmer hand cupped his cheek, made him relax. Sideswipe, then. Sideswipe had seen him do this much to Bumblebee and Sam moaned at the memory of Sideswipe whispering instructions to him, telling him how fast, how hard, until Bumblebee had been begging and Sideswipe had been trembling next to them, feeling everything but the release.

No whispers this time, only the sound of an indrawn breath as Sideswipe batted his brother's hand away and moved, so gently, sliding into the eager wetness of Sam's mouth with shocking tenderness. They were a contrast, juxtaposition in both color and touch.

Sunstreaker was pushing his knees apart almost roughly, hard hands on his hips tilting them, positioning him, Sam realized. No, he couldn't say, not with Sideswipe's hands cupping his head firmly, holding him still for gentle thrusts, no, I don't want this, don't want you—

A muffled shriek escaped him at the feel of a tongue sliding down the cleft of his ass. Sideswipe gasped above him, his fingers tightening, and Sam nearly choked at a too-hard bump against the back of his throat. Immediately, Sideswipe backed off, but the tremble in his thighs gave lie to any sense of restraint and his twin had none at all, his tongue strong and slick, matching his brother's rhythm.

Between the two of them, four sets of hands and two bodies surrounding him, Sam couldn't move, could only whimper and squirm as Sunstreaker licked at him, the grip on his hips uncompromising. The two of them groaned in unnerving unison, paired together even in this and Sam dimly remembered seeing the two of them together, Sunstreaker on his knees just like Sam was now.

He whimpered, helplessly, as Sunstreaker pulled away, slithering up until he could bite as Sam's neck, his hands tangling with his brother's against Sam's cheek.

"I'm going to fuck you, you know that, don't you, little human?" Breathed against his ear and Sam felt wetness on his own face, couldn't move enough to shake his head, couldn't stop working his tongue around the hard cock moving against it "I'm going to fuck you and he's going to let me. Hewants to let me."

No. Sideswipe...was wordless but not silent, whimpering out ragged, desperate sounds, he was close, so close, and Sunstreaker's laugh was as cold as his touch. "He barely stopped me once, don't you remember? None of you ever remember, he is my other half and still, you trust him, don't you. But you can't have him without me. And..." a wet nuzzle against his ear. "You are a very enticing, little pet."

No. Bumblebee...where was Bee? He loved Bee, he loved...but he was spreading his legs even as his brain shrieked denial, even as Sideswipe moaned above him and Sunstreaker shifted to kneel between his thighs, the hot press of his cock against him. Sam wanted to beg, wanted to plead but he no longer knew what for. The pressure was rising, Sideswipe's voice deteriorating into a constant moan and Sunstreaker pressing against him, lingering, leaning his weight in and each little almost thrust was driving Sam mad, do it, don't do it, do it-

"No!" Sam shrieked aloud, the damp tangle of the sheets around him almost sent him off the edge of the bed, until a strong hand caught him and reeled him back in against a bare chest. Almost, he struggled, still half caught in a dream, until he caught sight of a face in the dawn light creeping through the skylights, concerned green eyes surrounded by a mass of blond hair. Bumblebee. Christ almighty, thank you, Sam thought fervently, even as he sank into Bee's arms.

"Sam? Are you all right?" Bee asked, hushed, even as he gently petted Sam's back, his fingers tacky with Sam's drying sweat.

"Yeah," Sam mumbled. "Yeah, just a fucked up dream."

Bee hummed a soft sigh, and his hands were warm, gentle. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Worlds of no, not with that still vivid and glowing behind his eyes, and Sam was abruptly aware that he just about as hard as a rock, to hell with anything as feeble as morning wood. Without a word, he twisted out of Bee's arms, barely noticed the surprise in his eyes before Sam was kissing him, rougher than he'd meant but Bee responded instantly, met Sam's eagerness with own even as he pushed Sam back onto the bed, pushing easily between Sam's legs.

"Yeah," Sam whispered. "Fuck me. Please..."

Whatever else he might have said, begged, was swallowed into Bee's mouth as he gave himself up to a warmer touch.

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