Warning for suggestive... well, suggestive happenings. Nothing very explicit though.

A/N: I know I know, turning TFs into humans is so cliche I should be shot for even writing it. But honestly, I never seem to get tired of it.
This chapter's a bit short since I'm having trouble getting the rest to flow properly. D:

And a thanks to you guys who reviewed/add to faves/alert! I didn't have time to reply but I do read those reviews :D

So here he was, about to get the dressing down of his life. Again.

It wasn't the first time (of course), but no matter how often, being told off by Optimus Prime was always... a harrowing experience, to say the least.

"What. Happened."

The engineer risked a peek at his commander, and immediately dropped his head; no wonder he was Prime, that look was absolutely terrifying.

"I-I honestly have no idea Prime," he began to say. "I mean, you saw me fighting with the 'Cons right? Or maybe you didn't, since we're busy trying to stay alive and all that, but I swear I was there helping Hound fight Ravage and Soundwave, and then there was that flash, a-and I wasn't in my lab! Really! I just – "

Prime lifted a hand, and he stemmed his ramble.

"Go to your lab. I want to know what it is that caused the flash and what it does."

The engineer nodded enthusiastically.

"NOW," he added with a menacing glower. Wheeljack made a noise between a strangle and a squeak before scurrying into the Ark.

Uttering a short sigh as the engineer practically sprinted away from him, Optimus turned his attention back to his troops. At least the Decepticons had fallen back due to that sudden flash bang incident. The rest of the Autobots were starting to regroup, flocking towards him for his next instructions. Jazz was off getting some disoriented stragglers together. First Aid was repairing some of the injured, but none seemed very serious. Everything was going fine...

Or not.

Optimus's CPU jerked to a sudden screeching halt. Not everything was fine. He quickly scanned his gathering troops; something was definitely off, and he couldn't believe he only noticed it now. A similarly worried glance from Jazz told him he wasn't the only one who noticed.

ooo

It was a long struggle, but they eventually managed to pin the blonde down. Primus be damned he was slagging strong. Even with Thundercracker helping, who was physically the strongest of their trine, it took nearly forever to get the blonde man to submit.

Well, at least they'd successfully gotten him flat on the ground. Thundercracker was sitting on their captive, legs gripping his sides and hands on his shoulders. Starscream was holding his wrists above his head in a vice-like grip. All three were panting as though they'd run a marathon.

"Alright, who the slag are you if you're not Skywarp?" Starscream demanded between breaths.

The blonde refused to answer.

The former air commander snarled and twisted his captive's wrists viciously. The stranger twisted in agony, almost bucking Thundercracker off. Starscream smirked.

"Hurt, didn't it?" he sneered. "Just tell us who you are, Autobot."

The blonde stranger scowled darkly, an expression that Starscream vaguely recognized, but couldn't quite place.

"Does it really matter, Starscream?" he said, jaw clenched. "And besides, I thought with your intelligence you'd be able to tell. It seems I must have overestimated you."

Furious at the jibe, Starscream momentarily forgot his grip on the blonde's wrists and flung himself forward in an attempt to maim the Autobot. Another vigorous scuffle ensued with more punching, kicking, and colourful cursing. It was awhile before they finally got the Autobot down again.

Except this time, Starscream was very uncomfortably aware of their rather compromising position. Thundercracker was behind him, presumably holding down the Autobot's legs. He, on the other hand, was straddling the blonde man around the waist, knees gripping his sides, and leaning forward to hold down the other man's wrists.

Which, of course, brought their faces so close together, he could feel the other's breath on his face.

Starscream was only vaguely aware of their warm, grimy skin chafing against each other as the Autobot struggled to free himself. Right now, he was more concerned with a strange sensation that was gradually building up between his legs, slowly, growing...

A startled, wide eyed look from the blonde met Starscream's confused one.

"What exactly are you doing down there?"