Author's Notes- Hello all. I've read a few Transformers vampire fics of recent and so am trying my hand at my own. If anyone knows who originally came up with the idea please tell me and I will happily give credit. This chapter is censored- see profile for link to full version.
Warnings- Major Character Death (I cannot stress that one enough), descriptions of injuries, angst, violence and Transformer swearing. (There will be multiple pairings and interfacing in future chapters with the possibility of some non-con later).
Pairings- Starscream/Megatron, Soundwave/Shockwave, Prowl/Jazz, Ratchet/Ironhide, the Constructicons, the Stunticons amongst others.
Disclaimer- I do not own Transformers or its characters, and I don't make any profit off this work.
Transformers Fics Units of Time:- Astrosecond- 1 second, Klik- 1 minute, Cycle- 1 hour, Orn- 1 day, Decacycle- 1 week, Meta-cycle- 1 month, Solar cycle- 1 year, Vorn- 1 million years.
Italics- Link speak.
Bold- Comm speak.
Unbetaed.
All mistakes are my own.
Hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter Two- Claiming

The Decepticons touched down, optics flying around curiously as a feeling of familiarity warmed their slowly swirling sparks. Wandering cautiously inside their faceplates suddenly turned upwards and their engines purred as they deeply scented the air. A dazed feeling settled into each one of them and their optics lit up as a sweet smell permeated the wide space.

Without a word to each other they went off in search of the possessor of that tantalising scent, unaware that they were all searching for different beings. The mutated mech's pedes ghosted silently over the dull metal floors in an unofficial hunt, Megatron not having announced it for fear of startling who they were tracking.

The tyrant breathed in and headed single-mindedly for his and Starscream's personal quarters. On reaching it he found the door to be ajar and smiled as the scent grew stronger and his keen hearing heard someone stumbling about in there.

Slipping into the room the first thing his optics registered were trembling wings, and his gaze followed their movements avidly. The mech moved tentatively, clutching his helm and massaging the metal above his spark chamber.

Megatron watched as the flier stiffened then turned to face him, pressing up against the Seeker in the blink of an optic. The mech whispered something but the tyrant was too engrossed in the winged mech's scent to take any notice.

Nuzzling the smooth neck in front of him, he crooned wordlessly as the smaller mech repeated himself anxiously, before wrapping his arm around the intriguing creature's waist and pulling their frames tightly close.

Fangs played gently with the Seeker's fragile metal, the older mech moaning in want, practically tasting the sweet energon he knew flowed just beneath.

But his instincts warned him not to harm this being, that the one trapped in his arms was not prey but something precious to be guarded and protected from other predators. Feeling the smaller frame begin to squirm beneath him, the Warlord caught the creature's chin and brought it up to meet his gaze.

Wary red optics met inquisitive swirling purple intermingled with smoky white.

An animal sound of distress burst from Megatron's vocaliser, desperately unsure what to do with his new possession. Destroying it was out of the question and so he must keep it, but what was he supposed to do with this fragile creature.

A soft chittering reached his audios as the winged mech caressed his faceplates, comforting him, and a foreign but still familiar feeling unfurled in his spark like a soft prodding.

Censored to fit TOS

What has happened to you, my mate?

Gradually, Megatron lowered Starscream to the floor, kissing and licking at the flier's frame possessively. For a moment their bond burst open and, in that astrosecond, the larger mech sent a torrent of emotions through it. Ownership, affection, understanding, instinct, love…

And with those emotions came a part-order, part-request, but not truly in words. Carry for me.

'We have discussed this,' the flier's voice ended on a gasp as Megatron's glossa found his abused entrance and began to soothe it, sharp but smooth appendage lapping at his energon and lubricant saturated valve; 'we lack the resources to care for hatchlings, they would starve. You promised you wouldn't-'

He was silenced with a kiss that dominated his mouth, and he sighed loudly through his vents as he was pulled back up into the larger mech's arms. A torrent of questioning came through the link.

Where is our nest? Why can I feel you? What are you?

Starscream pointed towards their berthroom, nest is there, but after that he just sent a plea for a reprieve, not hiding how tired he was.

An agreeing chirr, a sound normally heard from the Seeker's mouth, briefly broke out of Megatron's vocaliser.

The tyrant laid Starscream out carefully, trying to relieve him of his earlier distress. The images his mate had shown him were disturbing…

Sparklings dying, everyone starving, hope dwindling…

No! He would not allow it. It was his responsibility to keep his little mate safe, happy and well so the smaller mech could raise their younglings in peace.

The others and their young as well would need protecting and feeding.

The place they had been before coming here, coming home, seemed abundant in resources. Prey, more comfortable available accommodation…

Yes, perfect…

'Dangerous,' Starscream murmured, beginning to slip into recharge, 'small fleshlings there which can do great harm to us.'

Megatron snarled at the further pictures which flashed through his mind.

Death, loss, humiliation, suffering…

But he saw faceplates he recognised as those of some of their earlier prey, gone now and no longer a threat.

If they struck now, while their quarry was disorganised from the loss of its leader and several others, his pack could feasibly win the territory from them and their aggravating insect pets.

Scrapper stepped into the doorway of the Command Deck, startling Hook who was tending to Soundwave, trying to bring the sprawled telepath out of stasis lock. For a moment their optics connected before the designer tore the harried medic off the floor and brought his second's neck to his lip components so he could lick up one of the cables. Holding Hook close, the leader of the gestalt crooned soothingly to him and, ignoring the CMO's protests that he needed to continue repairing the TIC, strode off in search of the other owners of the scent that so enraptured him.

Moments later Shockwave strode onto the walkway, freezing briefly at the sight of the telepath laid out so appealingly on the cold ground. A final scent of the air confirmed it and he descended on the just-onlining mech before the slim being could react.

Two spirals of force hit him in the processor and spark, the former warning, the latter questioning.

Shockwave paused, frame tensing, and stared down at the other mech. After a klik, the restraining energy dissipated and the cycloptic mech began to explore his mate's frame with his faceplates, sniffling and nuzzling at it, trying to absorb as much of the alluring scent as possible.

Leaning up and looking around, he growled in discontentment. This place was far too open with not enough of the others around to enable him to protect or enjoy his catch sufficiently. Effortlessly scooping up the other mech into his arms, he went off in search of a secure location, unerringly heading for his and his mate's shared quarters.

Soundwave sent a mental ping to the door to open it as they approached, and Shockwave crossed their threshold and deposited the intriguing being onto their berth. Using his tentacles to manipulate the slightly larger mech's movements, the Decepticon TIC stopped his partner from just taking him, as their leader had done their SIC.

Their joining was more careful, more orchestrated with the echoes of lovers who had been together for many vorns underlying their actions.

As they curled up together afterwards, Soundwave also stopping his partner from sparking him by vigilantly covering his spark chamber, the TIC caressed his contentedly purring bondmate, anxiety eating at his spark.

Starscream pinged his comm line two cycles later, Shockwave slumbering peacefully beside him.

Soundwave, report your status. There was an edge to the Seeker's tone that Soundwave easily defined as worry, but not aimed at him.

Status:… Soundwave paused momentarily, staring down on his lover. Bondmate: injured. Particulars of injury: unknown. Spark and processor: changed. Attempted scans: blocked. 'Blocked' being the simplest term for the swirling fog he entered into when he tried to get into the cycloptic mech's systems. Curiosity rose in him. Query: Status of Starscream's link with Lord Megatron?

I… I don't know… it's there but… in strips? As if it's been… shredded then put back together poorly…

Starscream's bond with Megatron was very new, not yet a solar cycle old, and it showed in the hint of feeling lost in the Seeker's tone. The telepath speculated that it must be a very jarring experience; to be alone for so long, suddenly have someone within you constantly and then have your new link snapping back and forth in such an unnatural manner.

Soundwave had felt Shockwave deactivate, he was sure of it, but this was indeed his partner beside him; the feelings were the same just fractured and mixed up. Then what had happened? How had they come back, and what were they?

Autobot trap: likely. Autobot responsibility: probable. Statement: condition of the others needs to be ascertained.

I have received several comms from the others reporting their mates to be in a similar condition. Starscream stated, but the line is being disrupted somehow, dropping in and out with frequent blasts of static… What the frag have those slaggers done? A dangerous hiss ran through the quiet mech's processor.

Source of changes: unknown. Level of damage: unknown. He replied cautiously, knowing not enough data had been obtained for an accurate judgement to be made.

Starscream sighed, replying more calmly, we need to meet properly. To discuss things.

Soundwave sent the equivalent of a nod through the line, suggesting a possible time and area that they could use and hope to have some privacy.

Should we… confine them beforehand? Starscream's voice had lowered, bitten off groans almost audible over the line. A flutter of smugness despite the unprecedented situation and earlier distress experienced slid through the TIC's energon.

Suggestion: prudent. Virus infection: possible. Possibility of being contagious: unknown.

We cannot risk this spreading. Starscream murmured, as if trying to stop what he was saying reaching someone else's audios. Our faction is unruly enough…

Shockwave's intent: sparking. Soundwave mused, remembering his brief dip into his bondmate's processor. Harm: not intended. Obedience: desired.

Starscream trilled softly, I- I know. It cannot be allowed, we cannot look after ourselves let alone constantly hungry younglings.

The telepath mournfully sighed an acknowledgement, he having no more wish to see a nest of sparklings starve to death once more than the Seeker did.

In the cycle then? The SIC questioned after a pause.

Shockwave nuzzled at the telepath's chassis and anger settled deeply into Soundwave's spark that some little Autobot had dared to harm what was his. Affirmative, he confirmed decisively.

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