Commotion and raised voices from the medical bay rouses Skywarp from recharge. His optics online to the sight of Fifteen ways to overload, and he sneers at the sight.
With a deliberate sweep of his right hand, the holo-vid falls to the floor with a thud.
There is an awful sound of shattering glass from inside the medical bay, and his attention turns to the door.
What is going on out there?
More commotion and an impact that rattles the walls.
The door into his room is opened, and the force behind the motion almost tears it off its hinges.
"Don't touch me!"
Agitated high-held wings greet Skywarp, while Thundercracker fights free of a guard's grip on his right arm. The blue seeker is only free for a moment, before the guards grab for him in unison, and Thundercracker struggles violently to get free.
"How dare you!"
"Don't touch me!"
"Release him." Sonar's voice rings loud and clear above all the commotion.
When the order is followed, Thundercracker enters the recovery room with measured steps, his back still turned to Skywarp. The blue seeker clearly still perceives the guards as a threat and doesn't trust them to not grab for him, if he turns his back to them.
Sonar shares a telling glance with Skywarp, and then the door is closed.
Skywarp doesn't dare to move, he barely dares to breathe.
If not for the severity of the situation, then he would have found pleasure in the gorgeous sight in front of him. But the high-held wings literally scream 'Need', and if he could, he would have covered the lithe frame with his own to offer the comfort and closeness that Thundercracker so desperately needs.
With an inaudible curse, he stares down at the handcuff chaining him to the berth. His single free arm and frame doesn't give him the reach he needs to touch Thundercracker with the very tip of a digit.
In any other situation, it would have been hilarious, but there is nothing to laugh at and he has to swallow his pride.
"I can't reach you." He murmurs, careful to keep anything that could be misunderstood out of his voice.
Thundercracker turns around and notices his predicament.
"They chained you to the berth." The blue seeker states the obvious, voice flat.
"Yup." Not the most clever answer, but what can he do.
There is no fear in Thundercracker's optics as the carrier steps closer to him, on the contrary, the anger seems to intensify, and then a key is procured from subspace.
The handcuff falls off and he rubs his arm with a groan.
Finally free.
The clanging sound of the handcuff falling to the floor awakens Thundercracker from the anger that had clouded his mind.
What has he done!
A groan of relief.
No.
No!
Frozen with fear, calling for help doesn't even occur to him.
Sonar is on the other side of the door, yet the vague thought of alerting the guard remains a thought.
"Come here, Sweetling." Cloudburst.
"What a pleasant surprise, my dear." Fireflash.
And hundreds of other interactions with Sires flash through his processor.
What is Skywarp going to call him, before he is claimed?
"Are you okay?"
The three simple words, full of worry, rouses him from his wakening nightmare.
"Do I need to get someone? Sonar? Echo?"
To his own surprise, he shakes his head slowly, still frozen on the spot.
Is it a dream?
Is Skywarp truly not going to take advantage of him?
Of his vulnerability.
He stares mesmerized, while Skywarp slowly leans forward and reaches out to caress a running tear away from his cheek. The thumb linger against his plating, rubbing soothingly, and he leans into the touch.
"They won't let me fly."
There is understanding in Skywarp's optics.
A gentle caress along his right wing has him whimpering.
"You're beautiful."
The motion is repeated, and the last of his guard falls.
His stressed systems start to relax, while his wing leans against the touch that follows its outline.
More.
Not enough.
"Let's get this unhealthy tension out of you."
The berth creaks, and then he is pulled against a strong frame.
Their lips meet, and any remaining thought of resisting drowns in pleasure.
His spike feels like bursting, but it will have to wait.
Looking down at Thundercracker resting on top of him, he keeps touching the trembling wings, slowly easing the tension out of them.
What are they thinking, denying the carrier the opportunity to fly to his outmost capabilities.
Speed is not only about the enjoyment of feeling the air against their plating.
It is essential to release pent-up energies in their systems.
To reset and realign.
It is why flight is so important to seekers.
They need it to remain mentally sound.
"Are you ready?" He asks, and Thundercracker turns his head to stare into his optics.
The blue seeker nods, taking a deep shaky breath.
Their lips meet one last time, before Skywarp's hands move to the ailerons.
Thundercracker groans and begins to squirm arousingly against him.
A desperate, "More!", is hissed, and he willingly oblige, gently pinching and rubbing the blue wingtips simultaneously.
Overload hits instantly.
With a long drawn-out groan, his spike ejaculates transfluid when his own overload is triggered by the extremely erotic sight of Thundercracker caught up in an intense frame-wrecking release.
Silently, he prays that Thundercracker hasn't noticed.
He really doesn't want to explain why he got aroused by a simple systems reset. There is nothing sexual in the tactile manipulation of sensitive sensors, or the 'cold' overload it results in.
"Thank you." The words are breathless and filled with so much relief. The blue wings rest calmly against Thundercracker's back, no longer trembling. Systems have reset and realigned.
"Any time." He murmurs, and earns a joyous laughter for his audacity.
His optics offline and he savors the sound of genuine spark-felt happiness, while his spark burns with an intensity never felt before.