A/N: Here's one by Canti...yeah, I know I've been slacking; I've discovered DeviantART, and it has sucked me in. Sorry guys...

Swindle x Starscream

Transformers: Animated

A Happy Customer

Two large, polygonal optics gazed a purplish-hue into a pair of scarlet red, seeming to flare warmly as the latter began to glow anxiously. The purple optics belonged to Swindle, and the scarlet to Starscream. The mechs faced one another with an affection neither one of them had ever experienced, being the true Decepticons they were. With such awkward emotions flowing through his systems, streaming through his circuitry, Swindle flashed a smile as Starscream's servos rested at his waist to pull him nearer.

"…Don't be shy," the jetformer teased.

Swindle laughed, placing servos at the cool alloy of the fighter jet's thighs to ease them further apart. A finger extended to gently stroke his codpiece. Starscream moaned quietly and laughed lightly, lifting his hands to rest on the other mech's chestplate. His fingers began to ease open the mighty compartment, and thereafter, he met Swindle's mesmerizing optics once again.

"You better not tell Megatron about this," he told him with a lopsided grin. "Primus, imagine his reaction..."

Swindle shook his head and dropped his optics to Starscream's servos. He chuckled. "Of course. I won't say a word. A deal's a deal," he replied, looking up. "I would never deceive a customer." He paused to grin. "Especially you, Starscream."

A wider smile showed itself on the fighter jet's faceplate, brightening his handsome complexion with an amorous glow. Swindle had to bite his lower lip as his spark became fully exposed to the second mech, washing pale, blue light over his angular form, gleaming in both of their faceplates. A servo absently broke from its partner to caress the alloy around the jet's cockpit – slowly, tenderly – coaxing his lifesource, hoping to reveal it. Starscream gave in with a subtle nod and needy groan, commanding his cockpit to give way. Whirrs and clicks resounded as another blue spark faced the other. Already, a sort of aura built between them – an invisible connection. Each mech could feel it, and hungered for the tiny connection to become a full-blown bond. Starscream reached inside Swindle's chestplate to twirl a couple wires around his slender fingers, tugging on them gently. Swindle shuddered and mimicked the move, only with the jet's codpiece area, searching for that certain wire – the interface unit. He found it.

Starscream's features cringed softly with uncertainty, yet desire. "Swindle…" he breathed, unable to continue.

The mech lifted his imploring, purple optics and blinked, taking on an enticing smile. His own interfacing cable began to bulge beneath his codpiece, begging to slip out. He removed his respectful covering. Both cables were mere inches away from one another. Finally, Swindle spoke. "Bond," he murmured. "…After all, you know what they say."

Starscream's scarlet optics dropped in misunderstanding. "What?"

The cables' heads grazed. Swindle donned an erotic expression. "A satisfied customer is a happy customer." And at this, the cables connected in one smooth motion. Circuitry shivered, coolant surged, and entire forms shook in the wonderful sensation. Starscream could not bear it, and leaned forward suddenly, taking the wires in his hand to his mouth, running his glossa over their slenderness. Swindle leaned his head back in a groan, only writhing when the jet dared to nibble. He could only clutch Starscream's beautiful wing struts and caress, massage, and love the smooth, angular alloy, pressing his servos inward.

The wing struts were very sensitive members of the fighter jet's form. Starscream broke his nibbling to moan lengthily, deeply. He thrusted forward and kissed Swindle's lips with every ounce of passion he could muster. Swindle did not resist the sweet offer. Their glossas met and grazed, exchanging fluid, exchanging ventilations. Feeling the other mech breathe within him sent a very tiny flutter to Starscream's wing struts.

Swindle wanted more out of him. "C'mere," he uttered through a kiss. With his servos against the jet's back, he eased his chestplate towards his own, feeling their sparks' connection fluctuate. Little by little, the lifesource's eased. Starscream shook his head once or twice, nervous, nevertheless wanting. The fighter jet's claw-like servos stroked the length of Swindle's sides and thighs, then back up to his chestplate. They caressed the area around his spark. Swindle groaned as his wires were tugged.

"C'mon…Closer," Swindle begged warmly.

And closer their sparks eased, so close, the other could feel their love's heart thrumming inside the core of their own. It wouldn't be long.

"Uhnn…" Starscream moaned softly. "Let's go…"

"Sure?"

"More than," the jet breathed. "Do it."

And here, their lifesources met.

Instantaneously, a warm mixture of Energon and coolant fluid surged through their interface units, leaking through the tiny slit as the buildup became too grand. Starscream, being the eager jetformer he was, angled his chestplate deeper into his love's, breaking any auras of separation between their sparks. Swindle's brilliant, purple-hued optics flickered in overload. He forced Starscream on top of him and held him there, between his legs. He moaned.

"Uhnnn...Ohh, yes, Starscream. Yes." He gasped. "Deeper...C'mon."

The jet obeyed. Their sparks merged to one.

Overload pushed to such a degree was an indescribable feeling. Imagine your system quivering internally, completely snaking with excitement, pleasure, utter bliss, passion...Feeling your soul mate's lifesource thrumming inside your own's very core, so powerful, sensing their life in your own. Words can only describe so much. The passion the two mech's shared now could be explained as overwhelming - overpowering - except it was truthfully much more than that.

Starscream wanted to pull his spark from Swindle's, so the sake of his shuddering form, but the feeling was intoxicating. A complete addiction. He indulged himself in the taste of Swindle's wiring, letting his glossa run across each individual tube, sucking on their tips. Swindle mirrored his actions, with the exception to his wandering servo. He began stroking at Starscream's inner thigh, smudging their warm releases against his own codpiece and the jetformer's. In a brilliant flash of light, their sparks flared.

Both mechs called out to the other.

"Uhnnn...Primus, Swindle," Starscream groaned. "...Yes. Keep going."

Swindle continued with his naughty stroking. He, too, began to moan at the slick feeling beneath the tips of his fingers. His spark began to thrum at incredible speeds, rendering him near breathless. Starscream's did the same. Longing ghosted Starscream's faceplate.

"Swindle…Ohh, easy."

Swindle noted the unease in his love's features, and gently eased his spark away with a smile. "Just couldn't handle me, huh," he cracked wryly.

The jetformer made a playful expression. "Oh, of course."

His cockpit whirred secure under the sounds of Swindle's chest compartment folding closed. Starscream leaned against his sparkmate and laid his cheekplate atop one broad shoulder panel. He frowned softly.

"I'm sorry," he spoke in a murmur. "…I didn't want - "

A gentle kiss to the jet's mouth silenced him, and Starscream gave into the passionate act with a soft groan. Swindle broke the kiss slowly to gaze his brilliantly-hued optics down into his love's scarlet pair, and then he smiled.

"I don't want you to apologize. Alright?"

Starscream blinked at him. "…No?"

Swindle shook his head. "No…" He paused briefly to grin. "After all, who ever said this was a one timer?"