Further Complications

Chapter Four

A/N Once again, thanks for KDzeal on getting Soundwave right in this chapter.

"EXPLAIN-HOW," Soundwave stated. It took Sam a few moments to realise that Soundwave wanted him to explain how he had ended up in Starscream's body. Oh well, he was likely going to be seriously hurt or killed soon, but he may as well let this mech know that it was an accident. It was no good trying to bluff his way out of this, it was no coincidence it was too spot-on, somehow this mech knew his identity.

"Starscream was holding me in my own body when the lightning struck." Sam said. "It swapped us over. We were up there getting Optimus and Mikaela back in their own bodies. It was kind of Mikaela in Optimus' body who kicked Barricade halfway across the highway earlier." He sighed. "I suppose you're going to tell everyone now."

"BETTER-IDEA," Soundwave said. "CURRENT-STABILITY-BENEFICIAL. SAM-WITWICKY-HELP; SECRET-WILL-NOT-BE-TOLD."

Sam's optics shuttered, the Cybertronian equivalent of a blink, a glimmer of hope starting in him. Was Soundwave trying to bargain with him?

"Help you how?" Sam asked.

"GIVE-LEEWAY-ON-OWN-PROJECTS. SOMETIMES-STARSCREAM-REFUSE. ALLOW; SECRET-WILL-BE-KEPT."

"Yeah, okay," said Sam. He couldn't really see any harm in it, and it wasn't as if he really had much choice.

"IT-IS-AGREED?" Soundwave asked.

"Agreed." Sam said.

Without a further word, Soundwave turned and left the room.

Sam was still busy thinking through what had just transpired and thinking about just how lucky he had been when his com was blipped. He just had time to find out that Thundercracker had blipped it when he walked in, followed by Skywarp. They walked straight over, not stopping in front of him, but one going to the side and the other to the back.

The one with the bluish-grey camo design – Thundercracker – put one hand on his right arm and the other on the mobile flap on his right shoulder as the green and black camo-patterned Skywarp put his hands on what, in plane form, were his tail-fins. The touches from the big metal hands made tingles spread all over his hide. Startled, Sam looked at Thundercracker, who was now gently stroking his arm.

"We are pleased to see you have returned, brother." Stated Thundercracker. "Skywarp and I, we missed you." Sam twitched as Skywarp slid his hands around to the edges of the fins and began stroking them up and down. Sam found this motion pleasant…disconcertingly so. However, he had to assume that this was the normal way the three Seekers greeted each other, so fought back the urge to pull away. He did not want his cover blown.

It was even more disconcerting when Skywarp stepped up close to Sam's back, so close that his cockpit, smooth and warm, was pressed into the small of Sam's back. The tingling from the fins being stroked was swamped by the frisson of pleasure that that simple act set streaking along the limbs and wings of the body he wore. It was as he felt the Seeker behind him put his head between the tailfins and kiss and what felt like dry-lick him that Sam began to realise that the relationship between Seeker brothers went deeper than he realised…..and there was no way he could pull away without arousing suspicion.

The fact that the areas being touched seemed exceptionally sensitive did not help him figure out a gracious method of exit without raising suspicion. In fact, it was having the opposite effect. Every stroke, lick or caress was shattering his concentration into smaller and smaller pieces as the loving assault on his hide continued. As Thundercracker shifted the hand on his arm to the seam on his side, Sam could not stop his body shuddering with pleasure at the contact, and when Thundercracker stroked the hand down the seam, he could not help but let out a gasp.

"That's right, brother, relax." Thundercracker said in response. He stood closer, and as his cockpit gently touched Sam's own, he felt an almost electric surge of energy shoot right up his body. His optics seemed to white out for a moment, and then Thundercracker's other hand was gently stroking his frontal wing surface as the first hand continued stroking up and down the side seam.

His own hands came up in reflex, meeting Thundercracker's metal hide. Thundercracker moved to his front, pressing against the hands, cockpit surfaces sliding against each other, sending a welter of sensations and feelings – all of them pleasurable – up and down his body. As Skywarp's hands left his tail fins and slid smoothly down his back, Sam felt the sensations from the back begin to fade. Just as he thought he might be able to cope with the sensations the touches were creating, he felt Skywarp's hands on his wing leading edges, one gripping an edge, the other caressing along it, as Skywarp continued to kiss between the tail fins. Sam let out a shriek of pure pleasure, his hand reflexively closing on the armour of Thundercracker, who responded with a moan of his own.

Sam supposed he should have realised that in a plane, the wings were highly sensitive, after all, fliers were dancers in the air, every touch of wind or water could affect their flight, the wings had to be sensitive so the flier could adapt to any change in the airflow over and under the wings. As Sam's optics shuttered with a will of their own, he felt like he was flying even as he stood on the ground, as Thundercracker leaned forwards to plant a kiss on his neck seam. As with Skywarp, he felt Thundercracker dry-licking the joint, his tongue-equivalent probing at the seam. Sam heard a high-pitched keen start up, then dimly from within the haze of pleasure realised it was coming from him.

Every human emotion was telling Sam that he should pull away and to hell with the consequences, to not let this continue, that he was not Starscream, that this was wrong on so many levels. However, this small part was being very swiftly drowned out by the growing part of him that had ceased to care and just wanted more. As Thundercracker transferred the hand on his wing surface from the expanse to the highly-sensitive trailing edge, the protesting part of his mind lost the fight. Sam's arms slid from Thundercracker's sides to his back and slid up Thundercracker's wings as Sam pulled the arctic-camouflaged seeker closer, wanting the other to give him the same again and more.

He heard the blue and grey Seeker moan at his touch, instinct more than sense telling Sam to allow his hands to glide over the wing-edges and stroke over the surface, willing to reciprocate as long as the other Seeker continued to stimulate his own hide. Sam was acutely aware of the cockpit-to-cockpit contact, the hand on his trailing wing-edge, the digits now working their way firmly but carefully into his side seam, the touch of Thundercracker's agile tongue on his neck seam. He was also strongly aware of Skywarp's clutches and caresses on his trailing edges, the dry-licks and mouth-movements around his back neck-joint and between the tail fins, as Skywarp moved his head up and around and down the area, was acutely aware of Skywarp's smooth, warm cockpit at his back.

One hand left Thundercracker's hide and bent backwards in a direction impossible for a human arm to without double joints, to slide around Skywarp's back and pull him, too, closer. Skywarp dropped one hand from one wing and brought his hand upwards in a sweeping, caressing motion that brought his hand ghosting along the surfaces of both Sam's and Thundercracker's pressed-together cockpits. The touch made both mechs cry out and shudder, hands clutching at each other, legs shifting to support themselves better.

One of Thundercracker's hands lifted, the one on Sam's wing-edge, ad he groaned in disappointment at the loss of the touch. As he felt Skywarp arch against him and heard him keen, he realised that Thundercracker was bestowing some caresses on Skywarp as well. The almost-painful increased pressure Skywarp put on the wing-edges as he clutched at them in reaction sent a shot of almost unbearable pressure up Sam's body. He was surprised but not concerned as he felt his body throb as his engines stuttered to a start. As the engine power built and the pitch rose with the rising desire and pleasure in his body, Sam realised the pleasure had built up to unsustainable levels as his optics shuttered and he felt the energy from the stimulation he was given sweep away his consciousness.

As Sam cried out, tensed and then collapsed in overload, Thundercracker and Skywarp gently lowered him to the floor, carefully lying him on his front with his hands beneath his wings so he could push himself back up when he came back online. The positioning was deliberate: no Seeker, with their wide wings, felt safe on their back, and again due to the wings, turning them sideways on a hard surface was a no-go. Frontwise was the most sensible option.

Thundercracker and Skywarp smirked at each other: it was a long, long time since they had overloaded Starscream so quickly and so thoroughly. They worked out that there would be enough time till he fully awoke to bring each other to overload, as charged as they were. Shifting slightly so that the prone seeker next to them did not get in the way, hands stroked heads and wings and cockpits, and glossas teased joints and seams and edges. It didn't take long till they followed Sam into overload, although their recovery was somewhat quicker than his.

Patiently they watched, waiting for him to reboot.

Sam came out of it muzzily, his thoughts still in disarray. As he sat up, he felt hands gently beginning to trace circles on the backs of his wings. Thundercracker came and crouched in front of him – which told him who was continuing to caress his wings. As highly charged he had been, even just that locked him up again, unable to speak or move much. Then Thundercracker leaned forwards and pressed his metal mouth to his, the lips opening and his tongue slipping out to twine with his own. Sam had found that with humans the same experience was unpleasantly wet and slimy, but that was one thing lacking in this encounter, something Sam definitely decided was a plus. As Thundercracker put his hands o his shoulders, and Skywarp snaked one hand around to caress his cockpit, Sam began to shake and was started to hear his engines once again start up. Still riding high on the feelings of the previous overloads and not having had time to come down totally, his second overload happened faster than his first.

As the feelings took him, Sam's last coherent thought was to wonder just where Thundercracker had learned to kiss like that.