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"I made these for you."

Perceptor stared blankly at the tray of energon sweets for a moment, before collecting himself enough to accept the gift. "Thank you, Skywarp. You didn't have to." He wonders if he can get away with testing the candy first, but the wide, eager optics gazing at him seem to indicate that is a negative.

Taking a careful bite, he chews on it. If he didn't know better, he'd say that these are ones Skywarp bought, but the little pockets he hits of actual energon tell him otherwise. It isn't as refined as normal energon candy, but is certainly edible. Licking his lips, he finishes it off. "I like it, Skywarp. Are we eating together for our date?"

The seeker nods enthusiastically, "Yes! Slipstream said that eating together is a great idea..." Skywarp looks at the ground, kicking a ped, "She's the one that gave me the idea to make the candy."

"It's very thoughtful," Perceptor hands the tray back. "Perhaps we could enjoy them in your room? You never did get a chance to show it to me."

Skywarp smiles brilliantly, "That sounds great, Percy." He shifts the tray around, expression growing frustrated.

"I can walk with you there, Skywarp. You don't need to carry me."

The seeker nods sadly, wings drooping. Stepping out, he pats the bot gently on the leg, and they start walking. Skywarp looks down at him, "Do you think I should start making more candy? It was fun to do, but I don't know if it was good enough to keep trying."

Reaching up, the seeker brings the tray back down, and he takes two more peices. He puts on in Skywarp's mouth, and nibbles on his own. "As I said, I like it. Did you mean to have parts of it liquid?"

Skywarp shakes his head, "I couldn't get it to crystallize, and the directions said not to let it cook for too long, or I would have made it explode."

"Yes, it can explode," Percy says slowly, "if you leave it alone for five or six megacycles. By which point it will have expanded and begun to turn white."

The Seeker trembles, "But it could have exploded. It was scary to make it."

Tugging Skywarp down again, he kisses the mech on the forehead, "Would you like me to make it with you next time?"

The seeker's optics brighten, "Yes! That would be a lot of fun, Percy."

He stops outside Skywarp's door, waiting for the Seeker to let him inside, "I keyed the lock to you, Percy." The seeker flushes, "Actually, I had Slipstream do it. I'm not good with that sort of thing. I'm afraid I'll end up locking myself in here."

Perceptor walks inside— it is identical to the room he's been given, but it has no energon dispenser. "That was thoughtful. I appreciate it." He climbs up onto the berth before Skywarp can offer to lift him. He's getting dreadfully used to the ridiculous scale of the Decepticon ship.

He sits on the berth, patting next to him to encourage Skywarp to lay down. As the seeker does so, he starts to rip a piece of the candy apart, getting his fingers sticky with energon. Leaning over, he kisses Skywarp on the mouth, letting the mech flick out his glossa, and greeting it with his own. "Are you happy here, Skywarp?"

He's blinked at innocently, and he puts his energon coated fingers on the seeker's lips. making the bot lick at them before he can answer, "You're here."

"That isn't what I asked," Perceptor nibbles on the candy, putting a little in the larger mech's mouth.

"I'm happy now," the mech purrs, licking Perceptor's fingers playfully.

Perceptor dims his optics, "You weren't happy before?" He lets a servo rest on Skywarp's chest, right next to his cockpit.

"You're here," he repeats, cockpit growing warm beside his servo, "so I'm happy now."

Pulling the tray over, he climbs on top of Skywarp's chest. Resting his head on Skywarp's frame, he gently runs a finger along the bot's helmet vents. "I suppose."

The larger mech runs a servo on his backstrut, ending on his aft and squeezing, "You made everything so much better for me, Percy."

"You can't overload without me around," Perceptor leans down and kisses the helmet vents he'd been touching. "How is that better?"

The servo on his aft squeezes again, and Perceptor's engine revs loud when his chest scrapes against Skywarp's cockpit. He lets himself lick the vents, dipping his glossa in just the tiniest bit.

Skywarp moans into his audio, "I'm just, so happy you're with me." Claws come up and hover just at the edge of his sparkplates, "C-can I touch these now? Please?"

Perceptor disengages the locks on his plates. "Yes."

Perceptor onlines to the feeling of a clawed servo playing with his knee, arm and head dials. His engine purrs sleepily, and he sits up. Skywarp puts a energon candy in his mouth as he yawns, and he tries not to laugh. Chewing and swallowing, he kisses his seeker good morning.

When they finally stop, he rubs his forehead with the larger mech, "Did you like your first interface, Skywarp?"

"It was perfect, Percy," Skywarp hums, claw tips dancing over his frame. Probably leaving him horribly scratched up as well. "Is it always that good?"

Perceptor catches one of his servos and brings it up to his mouth, kissing the claws. "It was rather extraordinary for me as well."

Skywarp blushes, and glances away, "You don't have to lie to make me feel better, Percy."

He leans over, kissing his bot softly, "Who's lying?" He pets the mech's helmet vents, "That is possibly the best interface I've ever had, Skywarp." He pauses, looking away playfully, "Of course, we will have to do it again if we want to make sure it was the best." He sits up, showing his still exposed spark, "Maybe it was a fluke. We should test that." He nibbles on Skywarp's helmet, whispering breathily, "You can trust me on testing things. I'm a scientist."

Routine internal maintenance was, above all other things, boring. Perceptor disliked having to do it at all, but he normally ended up working on his internal bits a dozen times more often than a normal bot would, thanks to Wheeljack. Without random explosions every other solar cycle or so, Perceptor had fallen behind schedule.

Not wanting to do this in front of Skywarp —because it would turn into an interfacing session, and no maintenance would be accomplished— he had waited 'til he was assured some time alone. He worked slowly through his circuits and wires, beginning with his legs and arms. He was quite a bit smaller and more fragile without his armor on; yet another reason to avoid having Seekers around while he performed it. After finishing his chest and reattaching his armor, he was ready to work on his sparkchamber.

His plates slid back and he moved wires and gears out of the way, and froze in place. Was that . . . ? Were those-

Three?

Staring down at his chamber in shock, he reaches in, and pokes the three utterly tiny bodies inside him. When they wiggle away, he pulls away, stunned, and closes his plates. Staring down at his chest, he leans on the wall next to his berth.

After a klik, he puts a servo to his temple, "Skywarp?"

Skywarp sounds so happy and eager, "Percy! Are you done with your maintenance?"

Tapping his chest, Perceptor offlines his optics, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"... Tell you what?"

"You're not slagging blind, Skywarp." Perceptor rubs his sparkplates. "Why didn't you tell me that I was carrying?"

"Carrying what?" The Seeker sounds honestly confused, but Perceptor is not in the mood for any games.

"Carrying sparklings, Skywarp. Three of them. They're large enough that you had to have noticed them by now." He lets out a long ventilation, trying to stay calm, "So why didn't you tell me?"

"... We have sparklings? Three sparklings?" Skywarp sounds utterly excited.

Perceptor takes off his glasses, and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Why are you asking me, you should have seen them while we were interfacing. Why-"

There's a scared squeak, and Percy narrows his optics, so he did know. "Would our interfacing hurt them? Do we need to stop? I don't want them hurt!" ... or maybe he really didn't know.

"Interfacing doesn't harm sparklings, Skywarp. Not unless you actually manage to scratch them, and they all looked fine to me."

"So the sparklings? They're fine? You're sure?"

"As sure as I can be without a full medical scan, Skywarp. Which I will be doing later." Perceptor rubs a servo over his optics, "Did you somehow find a workaround to the sparkling protocols I put in you?"

"No, I didn't, I swear," the Seeker replies, and then he hisses, "No! I'm not going to lie to him. Slipstream and Starscream are following me, Percy. They want to see too."

"Well, it isn't like I can stop them. Thank you for the warning, Skywarp." He puts back on his glasses, and walks over to the door, opening it, and leaning on the doorjam.

He smiles slightly at Skywarp snapping, "No! I like how I am now. You're the one that told him to work on us, and I don't want him to make me scared of you again."

"You don't have to worry, Skywarp. I'm not sure I could remove the behavioral code I've added to you at this point, even if I was ordered to." He can hear the unmistakable sound of Seekers approaching. Their heels made a rather distinct noise when they walked, and it should probably have been troubling that he would now be able to pick that sound out of a crowd.

The first one there is Skywarp; he's pulled into the bot's arms, and twirled around happily. "Percy!" He's kissed quite throughly, and only set down when Starscream hisses angrily at Skywarp.

Looking up at Starscream, Perceptor gives him a blank look, "Would you like to see them?"

Slipstream steps in, "So it is twins? You're having more than one? It seems like your ability to have a remarkable amount of sparklings is repeatable."

Skywarp smirks at them, "Triplets. We are having triplets."

"You're a fragging liar, Skywarp," Starscream hisses at him again. He narrows his optics at Perceptor. "If you're claiming you have triplets, you'll have no problem popping open so we can see them." He smirks, "After all, we've opened up for you countless times. It only seems fair that you return the favor."

Maintaining a neutral expression, Perceptor walks back into his room, "I will, but I would prefer not to flash my spark in the corridor." He waits until the door is closed behind them to disengage his locks and slide his sparkplates open. Neither Slipstream nor Starscream seem all that interested in his spark, which is a comforting relief.

Slipstream and Starscream push each other away, jockeying for position to look. When they pull away, they give Perceptor and Skywarp impressed looks. Starscream smirks, "Good job, you two. Are they all mechs?"

Perceptor blinks up at them, "I have not done the scan yet. I wanted to ask Skywarp why he had not told me I am carrying. It occurs to me now that he does not know what a sparkling looks like."

Starscream sits down on the desk chair, and Slipstream on the desk. "Well, Autobot. You're going to have to do a scan to tell us, aren't you?"

There is nothing he'd like to do less at the moment than run a full scan in front of Starscream and Slipstream. The look on Starscream's face indicates that he has no choice in the matter. He glances back at Skywarp, who reads his desire to be put on the berth and held. Relaxed on Skywarp's lap, he ignores Starscream's snickering and Slipstream's smug grin.

He attaches the datapad to his own access ports, bypassing the various security protocols he has in place that would fry a normal 'pad. Staring the scan, he looks at Starscream, "You should teach the other Seekers what sparklings look like, in case this," he gestures at his open sparkchamber, "is spark shard related."

Starscream looks intrigued, but shakes his head. "They won't be interfacing anyone without my permission."

Slipstream gives him a worried look, "What do you mean spark shard related?"

"I had installed the anti-sparkling program on both Skywarp and I. Updating it every time I felt it needed it, and we suddenly have three sparklings." The datapad beeps, and he flips through the information, "... that are three femmes."

The room is silent for a moment, before Starscream takes the pad from him and looks at the results. "You're running that scan again, you little liar." Perceptor tries to take the pad back, wincing when Starscream yanks it hard enough to disconnect the cables. "With a different datapad."

Skywarp strokes his shoulder armor, servo trembling with excitement as Perceptor retrieves a different pad to run the scan again. "Three femmes? Three femmes?"

"I wouldn't trust the results just yet, Skywarp. Three femmes is . . . unheard of," Perceptor warns him, attaching the new pad to scan his sparklings.

Skywarp nuzzles him as he starts the scan again, running both servos along his frame. Not wanting to say this out loud, he texts a message to Skywarp, It is most likely they are all mechs, and the scan is picking them up as femmes for some reason.

Skywarp makes a sad noise, sending back, But you're so wonderful. Don't we deserve femmes?

I want them too, Skywarp. But it is almost impossible. This will be hard enough on me since I'll be carrying all three.

Skywarp gives him a worried look, kissing him nervously, What do you mean?

I'm so much smaller than you, and it is a little dangerous to carry twins. Now imagine how much worse it would be with three. He frowns imperceptively at the code, it hasn't finished, but he's gotten to the part telling him he has femmes again.

Skywarp kisses him soothingly, We'll keep you safe.

Starscream taps his ped impatiently on the floor, "Has the scan finished yet?"

"Not yet, Starscream." He sends another message to Skywarp, If we have mechs, will you be happy with them?

Of course I would, Percy. Skywarp kisses him again, claws dipping playfully into the seams on his hip. We should celebrate later?

I would love to. He taps the datapad, making it go down to the end. Watching it fill with code, he pushes into Skywarp's touch. It beeps the completion.

Starscream snarls, "Well?"

He goes back up, flipping through the code, uncaring that he already knows what it says; he only wants to frustrate the seeker in the chair. Getting to it, he lets Skywarp glance at it-making him gasp in happiness-, and unhooks it to hand to Starscream as he murmurs, "Femmes."

"You've rigged these datapads, Autobot," Starscream watches him carefully, before pulling a Decepticon pad out of his subspace, attaching it to Perceptor's access ports before he can warn him not to. "We'll scan you with a pad you haven't had a chance to alter-" Starscream blinks, and the datapad in his servo crackles and fizzles, screen melting. A thin trail of smoke drifts up. "What in Primus's name did you do?"

Perceptor shudders, not having enjoyed the attempted intrusion at all. "If you will give me a klik and a warning next time, I will disable my safety protocols before you scan me." He slowly sets to work turning the protective countermeasures off, knowing that Starscream will want to run a scan with one of his pads.

Leaning on Skywarp, who kisses him softly on the head dial, he gestures for Starscream to connect. He makes a face at the seeker, but since most bots can't tell what his expressions are unless he makes a point of exagerating them, Starscream doesn't even look up. Skywarp buries his head into Perceptor's neck to keep from giggling.

Skywarp texts him, face still hidden, We're really having femmes?

I think we are. Even if Starscream doesn't believe me. He glances up at Slipstream who is looking increasingly worried, while Skywarp cuddles him even more. "Slipstream? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing you can help with, little bot," she smiles, "not unless you've got more skills with highly explosive chemicals than you indicated." Her optics slip to Starscream briefly, enough to indicate that there is no way she'll actually share anything while he is in audio range.

Starscream glares at the datapad running a scan on him now, and Perceptor sends a text to Slipstream. You don't work with explosive chemicals. Or you're not right now. What's wrong?

She pulls out a file, and starts to sharpen her claws, The twins haven't been out in active duty since the day after you saw them. I think the Autobots found out they are carrying, and sent them away.

You KNEW this would happen?

She shoots him a dirty look, carefully hidden from Starscream, NO. If I had, do you think I'd have let them leave? She looks down and sends before he can respond, What if they transfer my sparklings to other bots? I'll never see them or the twins again.

And he would never see them again either. Perceptor is not going to try and fool himself. He's carrying Seeker sparklings, and he's had his processor buried in their code and their lives for a long time now. They will hunt him down if he ever manages to run. Just like Slipstream will hunt his twins down, and destroy anything in her path.

He hesitantly composes a message for her, with a data file attached, The twins will most likely be staying with Red Alert and Wheeljack. I have sent you their location, and hope that you will take care not to hurt either of them. The twins see them as parents as well.

Slipstream's optics widen the tiniest of slivers, and she stares at him. You surprise me again, Perceptor.

He's just about to compose a reply when the datapad beeps in Starscream's servos. Slipstream puts away her file, slightly interested in the pronouncement. Both Skywarp and Perceptor feign interest, they know it will be all femmes again.

Starscream smirks, "Looks like your datapads weren't defective, little sciencebot." The seeker takes out the datapad, significantly more gently this time, and taps on his autobot symbol. "We're going to have to get rid of this, of course. We don't want the only triplets in vorns to be brought to term by an Autobot. And we certainly aren't going to show you to Megatron with it."

Perceptor tenses, joints locking up before he can convince them to loosen again. "You plan to take me to him soon?"

Starscream chuckles, tucking the datapad away, with a good portion of Perceptor's code still on it. He wasn't happy about that either. "Oh, I think not. We'll want your sparklings far enough along that they're undeniably femmes." He pats Perceptor's chest gently, before reaching inside his chest to push aside a few wires and get a better look at the sparklings. The smaller bot holds perfectly still, not even venting air for fear those claws might get too close. "And judging from their development, it will be at least a decacycle before we can show you off properly."

He stands, smiling down at Perceptor, "But Skywarp should help you remove your Autobot paint as soon as possible."

Closing his plates, he doesn't even nod, just looks at Starscream blankly. The seeker walks out of the room, incredibly pleased, and slams the door behind him. Offlining his optics and closing his plates, he runs his temples. "Let's talk about this in another room, shall we?"

Slipstream stands up, "To my room, it is. Then the two of you can celebrate the triplet femmes in Skywarp's when we're done."

Skywarp stands up, still holding Perceptor. "We'd still celebrate even if they were mechs." Skywarp pauses, and nuzzles him, "Or just a single sparkling who is a mech."

She leads them to her quarters, and Perceptor is surprised she lets them in. He's never seen her room before; she always takes him to her lab instead. She sits on the berth and locks optics with Perceptor. "What is the likelihood that the twins are both carrying?"

Perceptor shrugs helplessly, "I do not know. If this was because of the spark shard, then the odds are very high. If it was because of the the coding I've done, then the odds are much lower." He leans back against Skywarp, soaking up his warmth, "But I imagine you'll be going after them regardless."

She raises an optic ridge, "Do you really expect me not to?"

He shakes his head, Skywarp kissing him softly, "You won't stop until you get them. I know how this is."

She gives him a small smile, "Very good, Perceptor." She goes back to frowning, "I need to go get them now. What if they already transfered the sparklings out?"

"You will have to deal with that after you find them," Perceptor reminds her, linking his servo with Skywarp's. "Wheeljack and Red Alert would know where they had been transferred, if they were carrying and had a transfer performed." And if the twins have had a chance to talk to them, they should be willing enough to tell Slipstream, and she would have no reason to hurt them.

She looks at him, optics hard, "Good. The both of you get out of my room, I need to save my twins."

Skywarp carries him out, kissing him softly. Slipstream leaves with them, and takes off down a hallway. Watching her go, he puts a servo on Skywarp's chestplates, "I don't know how much I feel up to celebrating after the string of bad news that followed." He kisses his seeker, "Want to play with them, and see how I feel about it after that?"

Skywarp squeaks, "I can touch them?" He looks at his claws, "What if I hurt them?"

"Just be very gentle," Perceptor kisses one of his servos. "I know you're capable of it."

Skywarp nuzzles him all the way back to his room. "I want to see them again, please?" He makes a delighted sound when Perceptor lays back on Skywarp's berth and opens his plates. "They're so tiny!"

Perceptor chuckles, watching Skywarp look at them, "They look about the size that they're most likely from our third date, Skywarp."

The seeker gives him a wide opticked look, "So our fir-"

"Or the day after, yes." Skywarp's claws brush his spark as the mech plays with the sparklings, making him moan.

Perceptor dims his optics, "Do you have any idea how impossible it is for us to be having three femme sparklings while my datapads all assure me that my anti-sparkling protocols were never lowered?"

Those claws brush accidentally against his spark again, only the sly look Skywarp is not bothering to hide tells him exactly how much of an accident that touch was. "Very impossible?"

Letting his optics flutter offline to enjoy the touch better, he nods. "I have never had a anti-sparkling code fail, Skywarp."

The seeker nibbles on the edge of his spark chamber, making him moan, "How do you know that?"

He onlines his optics, glaring down at Skywarp, "Because no one that installs the programs wants a sparkling, and I'd get complaining if it happened."

Skywarp looks down at their triplets, then up at him, a hurt look on his face, "Y-you don't want them?"

Sighing, Perceptor sits up, pulling his seeker into a kiss, "I wasn't planning on them, but now that I have them, I will not get rid of them. I want them, you want them, everyone wants them. You don't have to worry. If anything, we'll transfer two out so they don't get hurt while I'm carrying them."

"Transfer?" Skywarp studies him carefully, "You and Slipstream were talking about that. But how does it work?"

Starscream really must never share information with his clones. "Generally, a bot has several friends or family members willing to help carry a sparkling if necessary. The sparklings can be safely transplanted to continue their development." He rests a servo on Skywarp's chest. "I do not think you will be able to, though. Sparklings need to be near a spark to develop correctly."

He gets pulled into Skywarp's lap, and kissed softly, "We could get you a bot if you need one, Percy."

Narrowing his optics, he shakes his head, "You are not capturing another autobot for this."

Skywarp gently runs a claw along his spark chamber, making him shiver, "Would you really prefer to have one of Megatron's Decepticon's carry one of our sparklings?"

"Absolutely not," he answers without thinking. Skywarp gives him an amused look, tugging gently on a few internal wires that send pleasure sparking up along his sensor nodes. "But I still don't want you to capture a bot who may not even be willing to carry one or two of them." His neck cabling is nipped by sharp Seeker denta, and he offlines his optics to enjoy it better. "So I will be very . . . upset, if I wake up one solar cycle to find a new prisoner here with me."

There's the sound of locks disengaging and the feel of the cockpit moving against his back. Skywarp licks one of his head dials, "Then we won't. Whatever makes you happy, Percy."

Perceptor hums softly, "I think what will make me happy is if you put me back on the berth, and you rub your wonderful shard against my spark. It is time to celebrate our sparklings."

There's a happy chuckle and Skywarp nuzzles his neck, "I can do that."

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