A group of Vehicons wandered their patrol site as the miner class did their job. So far, no Autobot activity so why not have a little fun?

Ducking into a small grove, two of the Vehicons, Lock and Spring, cuddled and nuzzled one another while their third wheel, Kiln, kept a lookout. Lock, the leader, was always horny while Spring was his main boyfriend. Kiln preferred not to interfere with Lock's activities but would always make sure they were in the clear of superiors and Autobots alike. He considered himself Lock's bodyguard.

They both heard him scowl, "You two are lovesick idiots, you know that?"

When Spring reached down to paw at Lock's interface panel, the latter rubbed against the servo desperately. Lock then laughed though it came out between a moan. "You could join us if you ask politely."

"No thanks," Kiln said. "Tempting but I'll pass."

Spring spoke amused, "Yeah, Lock, he's only got a thing for Autobots. Is it the two-wheeler, the scout, or maybe it's the big boys like the Wreckers?"

"Shut up, Spring. Keep serenading your spike for your boyfriend before I take Lock myself and show you how to get it done right."

Lock merely giggled at the exchanged, drunk on the pleasure Spring was forcing through his concealed valve with rough handling. When he bared himself, Spring didn't hesitate to press his closed interface panel against the slick valve to tease his partner. Watching Lock arch as he dry-humped the mech made him chuckle as well.

"That's only a small little preview of what's to come."

Suddenly, they paused when they heard a crack of sticks among the vegetation. Lock held onto Spring as the latter hunkered down to shield him, guarding Lock protectively with a growl and his winglets raised defensively. Kiln took point and transformed his arm into a blaster, creeping upon the vegetation-covered area on high alert. He may not have wanted to participate in their playful endeavors, but he refused to let any harm happen to them and they knew he always cared.

The faintest noise, barely a shift of metal, was heard among the calm wilderness and Kiln was quick to react. Whipping around a tree, he pointed his weapon down at his target. To his slight shock, it was an Autobot but not one he had seen recently. The Autobot was sitting and, if he could guess, had been watching his peers.

"I suggest getting up, Autobot, slowly. What the hell do you think you're doing and is there anyone else with you?"

"The name's Smokescreen and no, no one else is with me...I went for a drive and I happened to catch an energy signature. I wasn't watching you, I was...um...studying the location for later reinforcements when I happened to see you guys and I was about to leave," the young mech said.

"Smooth, Smokescreen, but unfortunately for you, I can't let you leave here alive," Kiln snarled.

"Kiln, don't offline the mech," Lock said. "You, handsome, come here."

The Vehicon with Smokescreen made a frustrated noise before pulling the Autobot out of his hiding spot and pushing him towards the other two. Spring stood up aggravated, but Lock remained sitting, his valve panel still open for Smokescreen to make a quick glance over which didn't escape any of the Vehicons' notice. The other two watched the Autobot like a hawk ready to murder him if he dare try anything to hurt the leader of their group.

Lock was more amused than concerned. "So, you are curious; I can't blame you for that. You see, I don't care much about the war. To me, it's nothing but a sham. So, while my companions here are willing to break your spine and rip out your organs, I am not. My question to you is, little Autobot, would you like to play with me instead of fighting? Have a little fun?"

Smokescreen stared at Lock's lazy posture against some fallen trees behind him, baring himself to the Autobot without any catch. Slowly drawn to the rare opportunity, Smokescreen sank to his knees and eyed the valve greedily which Lock all but laughed at.

"You want to take it? Go right ahead," he purred. "None of us are going to stop you."

Smokescreen put his servos on Lock's thighs and made himself shrug to take a leap of faith in all this. Lock was surprised when the Autobot's glossa gave an experimental lick to his folds. He wasn't prepared for it, assuming Smokescreen would just spike him, but the sudden change was not unwelcomed. The Vehicon huffed as the Autobot gripped his aft to hold him steady as his valve was tended to.

Spring and Kiln watched with interest as their leader moaned and held Smokescreen's head steady not wanting him to stop, encouraging the Autobot to go deeper with his glossa. However, Kiln started to fixate on the position Smokescreen was in with his aft in the air and his head buried between the legs of the other Vehicon. At the angle he was standing, it was most favorable to him and he couldn't help but be drawn to the Autobot. He laughed to himself at how right Spring was about him liking Autobots more than Decepticons.

To Spring's surprise, Kiln sank his knees and reached to grope Smokescreen's aft. The Autobot slowed down in his activity, but he didn't look back. Slowly, Smokescreen came to a silent understanding and instead of lashing out, a wicked smile played on his faceplates before he continued to please Lock while also opening his panels to the Vehicon behind him.

Kiln gave a soft chuckle, "You know your place, Autobot. Good. Makes this a lot easier."

Spring walked around them with his own humorous approach. "Look what you did, Smokescreen, you even got Kiln fired up. It takes something special and a nice aft to get his engines running."

"Shut up," Kiln growled in annoyance.

Smokescreen blushed among his place as Lock's plaything as Kiln rubbed his valve before the Vehicon entered him. Hearing the Autobot make noise was one thing, watching him express it by eating out Lock in a much more aggressive manner than before was far better. Panel to aft, the Vehicon purred as he pounded into Smokescreen and he knew Lock was happy from the cries he got pushing Smokescreen to take extra care of his leader for something good in return. Happy leader, happy life.

Lock overloaded and his lubricant was immediately lapped up by a lustful Smokescreen whom he caressed the helm of pleased. Smokescreen panted like a dog as his chin was held up with Lock's fluids dripping from his glossa. But Kiln noticed Spring wasn't as interested in the sight. There was a hint of something foreign in his posture.

It was ignored as Kiln abused his advantage greatly, thrusting into the tight valve with determination and dominance as he always liked to be among his partners. He always found it funny Lock was the exact opposite, yet they rarely mingled together. Guess opposites weren't always attracted to each other, yet he was so willing to put an Autobot beneath him.

As he grinded into the aft of the Autobot to cause as much friction as possible towards his overload and more than likely Smokescreen's as well, he watched as Spring went behind Lock to sit down. With steady maneuvers, he dragged Lock to his own revealed spike and valve and the leader merely chuckled at his lover's jealousy.

"Don't like me playing with others, my dear?" Lock mused.

Spring answered by impaling the leader of the troop onto his spike to the delight of the latter. The sudden aggression made it appear like Spring was making this into a competition. Kiln gladly took the silent challenge and rammed Smokescreen harder.

"You guys, ah uh, don't believe in mercy, do you?" Smokescreen asked.

Kiln snickered as he made the Autobot cry out with a sharp movement. "If we were, you wouldn't be here now, would you?"

The poor Autobot gripped the dirt feeling each thrust as ecstasy and having a free show right in front of him made him reach for his spike and pump it alongside Kiln's rough treatment of his aft.

"Oh, look, our Autobot likes what he sees," Lock moaned sliding his claws against his folds to widen himself for Spring to push deeper and to give Smokescreen a far better view to play with.

Kiln reached under Smokescreen's waist, leaning against his back with a pleasant snarl as he grabbed the mech's spike and took over jacking him off. They both watched the coupling between the two other Vehicons when Kiln made Smokescreen whimper with an overload. He followed several deep thrusts in and chuckled noticing the transfluid on his servos.

"Making a mess now, Autobot? Prime would be ashamed of you if he were to see you like this," Kiln growled. He then directed Smokescreen off his spike towards Lock and ordered, "You wanted to make a mess of him, you get to cater to him. Use your spike and finish him off."

The Autobot didn't seem to need to be told twice when Spring stopped his movements, holding Lock's legs wide the order relayed in the mech's mind. He crawled up to Lock, raising up to hover over him and aligned his spike with Spring's. Entering the leader, Smokescreen optics brightened with lust feeling not just the walls of the slick valve but the tightness of it and his spike rubbing against the Vehicon's creating a warm, pressurized hot chamber. He nearly overloaded from that alone.

Syncing with Spring, the two did their best to please Lock who arched against Smokescreen while pinning Spring down with one arm. Nuzzling the Autobot, the leader didn't stop Smokescreen from biting his neck cables.

"I'm so full. You two make quite the team," Lock muttered in his haze. "Come on, boys, you can do better. Make me scream."

Kiln watched them rut against Lock's nearly bleeding valve, not that the latter seemed at all fazed by anything other than the pleasure. The louder Lock grew vocally, the more amazed Kiln was at how Smokescreen was fitting right into their orgy like he had done it a thousand times.

Suddenly, Lock's abdomen shuttered alongside his breathing and the two mechs fucking him both overloaded as their spikes were nearly suffocated. Lock cried out in pure rapture as transfluid and lubricant leaked out of him like a faucet. He was sent into a secondary overload with the trapped fluids pushing against delicate nodes and vibrating from the thrum of the bots' movement pulling out of him.

Smokescreen sat on his aft and sighed, "I don't know how I'm going to explain this to the team."

Spring laughed, "Just tell them we beat the scrap out of you."

Kiln scoffed, "He's talking about my transfluid leaking out of him, dumbass."

Lock, however, ignored their bickering and despite still dripping with their combined fluids, he stood up in front of Smokescreen, the latter of whom realized he was quite insatiable by the surprise in his optics. He was amused how the Autobot thought this was his first time getting gang banged. Grabbing his chin again and stroking it, the Vehicon purred.

"Excellent work, you performed well. Wish we could do this again, but war always misplaces valuable time for moments like these. Then again, when I want something, I take it. I have ways to get what I desire, little Autobot."

Smokescreen gulped eagerly as the Vehicon's servo was removed from under his chin, the tip of the index claw slicing a tiny scratch somewhere among the underside to tease him. Lock walked off with a small chuckle as he knew Smokescreen was staring at either his aft or his handiwork, possibly both, wanting more.

Kiln and Spring weren't as open to sending the Autobot any regards as they walked off. Kiln especially merely huffed as Smokescreen was left to kneel among the forest used like a one-trick pony. They were, after all, Decepticons. They didn't care about anyone else besides those among their own maybe. But if their leader wanted to meet the Autobot someday for more, they would follow their licentious leader as they always did.


AN: I had an idea and I just went with it no matter what the cost. And who knows, maybe Smokescreen and the Vehicons may find each other again. After all, when Lock likes something, he will get it no matter what.