I hope this longer than usual chapter makes up for my hiatus.

Smokescreen's spark chamber began to pulse faster than usual. Ultra Magnus had caught onto him before he had a chance to really be sure what he was doing, himself. Was he really that obvious? In the dark cavern, only lit by the light of their optics, there was now a sudden awkwardness in the air. The question asking if doing this was with the motive of seduction or not, left both of them silent for a moment. Silent, because both of them somewhat knew the answer to that question already.

"There's no place for lust during a war, soldier. I'm sure you were taught that in the Elite Guard." Ultra Magnus broke the silence. He was speaking much calmer than he normally would have in this situation. There was something different about Smokescreen and just being around him was easing his build up tension from before. "While I'm… unexpectedly flattered that you're interested, I'm afraid that simply breaks protocol."

Sitting on his knees between Magnus's legs, Smokescreen felt compelled to tell him one of his most personal secrets. "I wish someone had explained that to Alpha Trion." He sighed and realized this got his commander's immediate attention. "Back when I was stationed as his personal body guard at Iacon, there were several times A.T. molested me. I never hated him for it, in fact he was an incredible guy and a great friend. We would just call him, the butt-toucher and try to laugh it off. I know I wasn't the only one either."

Ultra Magnus grit his denta. "Why wouldn't you report this?" He asked quickly. "That's sick and unprofessional."

"Because we needed him." He answered. "I swore to keep him safe, not condemn him."

That answer wasn't enough for Magnus to just let it go, but he also knew there was no point in further arguing over something from so long ago. There was nothing that could be done now, but somehow, just knowing that this had happened to the young soldier really bothered him. "You know, situations like that, and this, are why infatuation during war isn't very favorable."

"I know… but I guess I'm trying to say that no matter what protocol is, it keeps happening anyway. At this point, why would it even matter?" Smokescreen petted over Magnus's pelvic plating.

Optics widened as the touch sent tingles of arousal through the lower half of his large frame. "Stop that." Magnus began shifting his hips and legs to try and avoid Smokescreen's advances. Now was the time to try to end this. With little effort, he was able to free his hands from the cloth restraint and offered it to Smokescreen. "If you're going to restrain anyone, you need to do a better job than that."

Instead of just taking the cloth, Smokescreen took Magnus's hand and kissed it like a gentleman. "I'll keep that in mind Sir." He spoke softly.

This was not the response Magnus had in mind and he couldn't stop his face plating from slightly heating. No one had ever wanted him like this. After another stretch of silence and thinking, he had to ask, "If being molested hurt you, why do you feel the need to put me into the same situation?"

Smokescreen looked down as he answered. "Like I keep telling you, you would have said no."

"Of course I would have said no, but at least that's more civilized than attempting to force yourself on me." Magnus sighed. "Really, I would have expected someone like you to be more tender with the situation."

Looking to Magnus curiously, he asked, "Are you saying that if I tried to be sweeter, it would make a difference?"

"And if the war was over." Magnus added, killing off a little more of Smokescreen's hope.

"What if the war is never over? What if this chance never comes again… to find out what it could be like?" Now there was a slight desperation coming from Smokescreen that Magnus was easily able to pick up.

Magnus frowned, more so from a new feeling of confusion. "Don't talk like that. Of course the war is going to end someday, and even if it doesn't…" He had to pause. "Even if it doesn't, we still need to keep focus on victory, not giving in to every little spark-felt emotion. If we let our emotions get the better of us on a battlefield, then we may as well be handing our sparks over to the enemy."

"Since when has caring about someone ever held an Autobot back on the battlefield? The fact that we care at all is what makes us different from those sparkless Decepticons." Smokescreen fiercely interrupted Magnus. This only reminded him of what happened on Cybertron when the Decepticons threatened to kill their human friends and destroy the Earth. If Optimus hadn't put his spark first, then a lot would have been lost on that day. So hearing Magnus speak like that was the wrong decision, got to him. "Caring might not make us stronger than the Decepticons, but it sure as heck makes us better than them. I've seen us do amazing things because our sparks were in it. Letting ourselves care and even love is what will bring us victory, Magnus. I'm so sure of it."

Being snapped at wasn't taken lightly and normally Magnus would have replied to this with a swift punishment, but it was the way Smokescreen had said it. There was a passion behind his words that could have only been compared to Optimus Prime. Even someone like Magnus could feel there was more to this rookie soldier's spark than the average 'bot. It almost made him angry how inspiring and true those words felt. "If you ever make me regret this, I'll personally see to it that your spark is ripped from its chamber." He was deadly serious as he took hold of Smokescreen's chin and pulled him into a kiss.

Their mouths met in perfect sync and the initial, obvious, surprise that Smokescreen felt was quickly taken away by the satisfaction of the kiss. Never would he have thought that Magnus would kiss him first; Threateningly, but of his own free will. Not hesitating, he moved his hand up and playfully rubbed up and down the points of Magnus's helm, the other hand holding onto the space between his seriously large shoulder pads and his head. Since Magnus was much bigger than himself, Smokescreen had to maneuver himself around to keep their kiss from breaking just yet.

As the kiss deepened, Magnus found pleasure in the eagerness of Smokescreen's glossa to invade his mouth. Having the sensitive points of his helm stroked wasn't a bad touch either. But despite how good it felt though, he couldn't help feeling shame that he was giving in to breaking protocol so easily. The only answer that made sense was his extra stress brought on by Wheeljack and his body's craving for a release.

As Smokescreen finally broke their kiss, he asked, "Permission to go further?" There was a sexy flow to his words now. With Magnus not resisting him, he felt more confident in coming onto his commanding officer.

"Granted." Magnus replied quietly. Although he wouldn't have said it, he wanted to see if Smokescreen was even capable of pleasuring him.

With a delighted grin, Smokescreen kissed Magnus on the chin and then proceeded to kiss down his whole body, letting his hands brush past the sensitive areas on the way down. Finally he halted at the large mech's pelvic plating. His fingers wandered into the creases and cracks, touching very sensitive wires. "Can I see you?" He asked, kissing over the outside of the plating.

Magnus's face grew hot again and he replied with a nod. As his gears shifted to reveal his interfacing panel, he moved so that he could lie down. Although it had been ages since his last interface, he assumed Smokescreen would be no different than the others. Just wanting a quick thrill from getting fragged by his impressive spike. Not that Magnus minded that, he preferred to be the one in control.

Seeing the partially pressurized spike was enticing, but what really caught Smokescreen's attention was the valve underneath. Wanting Magnus to be as comfortable and aroused as possible, he lowered his mouth over the spike and gently sucked on the tip.

"Yeah… suck me." Magnus shuttered, his spike becoming more erect from stimulation.

As the spike grew, Smokescreen was impressed with the size. It wasn't thicker than usual, but it was longer than the average spike. Trying to suck in as much as he could, it was too difficult and he moved to suck on the side of the shaft, letting his glossa run up and down the whole length. While doing this, he curiously moved a few fingers down to play inside Magnus's slightly lubricated valve when he made a shocking discovery. His valve was still sealed. The only opening was a small hole that only the tip of a spike could get into to force it open. This furthered Smokescreen's desire to take him. To give Magnus a pleasure he had never experienced before. Just the thought of it was enough to make his own pelvic plating open, allowing his spike the room to pressurize.

When he felt the touch on his sensitive valve, he became concerned. "W-what are you doing?" Magnus asked, still shuttering a bit from the sheer arousal. He realized Smokescreen had discovered his closed valve. This was something he refused to admit to, but he was glad to have it closed. It was better than experiencing what seemed to be painful and humiliating.

"You really need to have more fun." Smokescreen finally replied and grabbed Magnus's large hips to bring him up closer to his mouth. He loved hearing the sound of Magnus moaning as he lapped at the closed valve with his glossa. Taking in the sweetness of the larger mech's natural lubricants. In his thoughts, he reflected on how most were intimidated by this powerful 'bot, but to him all he could see was beauty. The elegant form and way he carried his might. Every movement he made had a distinct grace to it. This is why Smokescreen found it so saddening that such an incredible 'bot could be so cold and distant most of the time. He wanted to see him happy.

Magnus couldn't resist arching his back as a new sensation came over him. The slick movement of the glossa on his wet valve sent a constant stream of tingles and finally a light pressure he'd never experienced before. It was almost maddening, as if his body had gone insubordinate and desired more from Smokescreen than what he would have wished. "Don't you dare hurt me." Magnus spat through his gritting denta. In his own way, he was giving Smokescreen permission to take him, but do it gently.

"Of course, Sir." Smokescreen replied, taking one final lick of the valve before moving away and positioning himself between Magnus's legs. Their size difference made the situation look almost comical, but this didn't deter Smokescreen in the least. His spike was average size, but to a sealed valve it may as well have belonged to a Dinobot. Fitting his tip into the opening of the valve, he gently began to push himself inside, forcing the small metal plates inside to split apart and allow him access.

Magnus was thankful no one could hear as he loudly vocalized the pain of having his valve opened for the first time. The only relief he felt was that Smokescreen had successfully lubricated him beforehand. Small trails of energon leaked out from the pressure. Finally when he could feel the full of the spike inside his tight valve, he shuttered and tried to keep himself from shouting.

"Try to relax…" Smokescreen spoke softly. Now that it was opened, he slowly began working into Magnus. Gently rocking their bodies as his spike invaded the other body. Some cooling fans inside his body had to kick on as his frame began to heat up.

This was almost impossible for Magnus who was struggling to keep himself together with wave after wave of indescribably pleasure mixed with nearly unbearable pain. His frame had also begun to over heat and the cavern was now filled with the sound of their interfacing.