Question: What's worse than a horny Seeker psychotically intent on molesting you? Answer: THREE horny Seekers psychotically intent on molesting you.

Chapter 5

Starscream's red gaze slowly perused Sunstreaker's frame before sliding to the side to regard his fellow Seekers. His mouthplates turned up in a devious smile. "You see what I see?"

"I see a pretty little Autobot all by his lonesome," Skywarp drawled. His expression was lecherous, optics doing more than just looking Sunstreaker up and down. He was already imaging all the different ways he could violently take the golden bot.

"Think we could take him?" Thundercracker rumbled.

"I wouldn't want to waste the opportunity," Starscream purred, easing forward with serpentine grace.

A full-body shudder ran through Sunstreaker. He stumbled back, searching for even ground to transform on. The only setback to being a Lamborghini was that off-roading was a little hard on his low-slung undercarriage. Even when running for his life, he couldn't stop thinking about maintaining his pristine appearance.

A loud crack split the air. Skywarp was gone from spot at the far end of the cave, reappearing directly behind Sunstreaker. The Seeker's frame was hot as he reached around to grab Sunstreaker tight and thrust him flush against black and purple armour.

"Aww, don't be going so soon," he murmured deviously, moving suggestively against Sunstreaker's back. "We haven't looked our fill yet."

"You'll just have to do with what you got." Sunstreaker rammed his elbow into the Seeker's abdomen, freeing himself from being molested. He skidding a couple metres down the steep incline in front of the cave. "Just let me leave and we won't have a problem."

"If you leave, there will be a problem," Skywarp growled, clutching his dented middle.

Sunstreaker really didn't want to stick around to find out what problem that might be.

Thundercracker and Starscream came out into the moonlight, circling around Sunstreaker to cut off a proper way of escape. All three members of the trine sported marks of battle from that morning. Starscream's chest was scratched around his cockpit, while Thundercracker was gouged through his wings. Skywarp, on top of the damage he sported thanks to Sunstreaker's elbow, had chemical burns that had seared his paint away- most likely left behind from Prowl's acid pellets.

What Sunstreaker wouldn't give to have a handful of those pellets.

Suddenly, a pair of hot, strong hands hand him around the upper arms. Shades of blue consumed his vision. He felt himself propelled backwards, up the incline until his back hit the rough wall of the cave. The hands on him did not leave, hot and tight as they held on to him. Thundrecracker loomed in front of him, a deadly smile curving his handsome mouthplates.

"Ever been with three bots at once?" he asked hotly.

"Get the frag off me!" Sunstreaker demanded, jerking against the restraining hands that held him.

"I'll take that as a no," said the blue flier, leaning in closer to trail his mouthplates up Sunstreaker's neck. "It's an experience you'll never forget."

"I'm pretty sure I won't want to remember," Sunstreaker spat. Hell, there was not one thing about this blasted day he wanted to remember.

"Awww, see, that almost hurt my feelings," Thundercracker teased. He was, by far, the most handsome of his trine, even with his battle-scarred frame. If this were another time, another place, they weren't on different sides of the war, and if a little something called a curse didn't happen to be involved, Sunstreaker might have considered having a one night stand with the flier. However, considering current circumstances...

"Look, I have standards, and you don't meet them," Sunstreaker said, bringing his leg up to smash his foot into the Seeker's upper thigh, forcing him away. "Decepticon scum isn't my type."

"Bet you'll make an exception when we're done with you," Starscream intoned, quick like a snake to grab Sunstreaker's raised leg. He bent it out, slipping into the space between. Their pelvises met, grinding against each other. "One Seeker can be more than some can handle. Three will blow your mind."

Off balance, Sunstreaker reeled backward. He tried twisting, bucking, but quickly decided better of the option when it only brought him into lewd contact with Starscream. His leg was firmly hooked around the Seeker's hips, locked there by a firm, clawed grip. In a desperate move, he lashed out with his arms, only to be jerked to a halt when two pairs of strong arms took hold of his arms. Thundercracker on the left and Skywarp on the right, pressing him backwards until he was splayed against the wall.

"You look so nice flat on your back," Skywarp purred, tracing the armour of Sunstreaker's arm with one hand.

"He'll look even prettier screaming our names," Starscream said lowly, moving suggestively against Sunstreaker.

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Sunstreaker panted, still struggling valiantly. "There's- uh, not enough of me to go around. I, um, can't satisfy three mechs at once. One at a time. I can do one at a time!" He nearly purged as the words passed his mouthplates, but he was willing to spit any lie he had to in order to give himself a chance to escape.

"You think we're stupid?" Starscream laughed, hitching Sunstreaker's leg higher. "We're not about to let you out of our sight."

Sunstreaker's mind reeled, scrambling for some sort of ploy. "Don't you think one of you deserves me more? I'm a real prize, you know that? Someone should deserve to have me all to themselves."

His spark skipped when the trio paused, their smouldering red optics flashing. Slowly, they glanced at each other, as if sizing the others up. Yes! This was the chance he was hoping for! He could set them against each other, and while they were busy fighting each other for the chance to molest him, he could get away! But then his spark sank like a rock in his sparkcase when the three jets started laughing.

"Nice try, Autobot," Starscream drawled.

Thundercracker leaned in, his mouthplates only a hot caress away from Sunstreaker's audio. "The thing about Seeker trines is... we share everything."

Sunstreaker snapped at him like an animal, panic starting to set in. As much as he could boast of his considerable skill on the battlefield, he didn't have the strength to take out three Seekers by himself, especially when they already had him compromised. And if Narcissus was right about the curse, if any transformer looked upon him with as much desire as he held for himself, then there was very little that was going to distract the Seekers from their current obsession.

"I can't believe we never noticed before how handsome you are," Skywarp murmured.

"Much more handsome than any other Autobot," Thundercracker agreed.

"We should have taken you a long time ago," Starscream concluded.

As much as he wanted to agree with the first two statements, he raged against the third. Sickness crawled through him as he felt their hands on him acutely. Their sharp claws tracing his body. Caressing sensitive neural wires. Slowly, they started to move him. The world shifted as he went from a vertical standing position to horizontal. Not that he went willingly. He fought with every ounce of volatile strength he had, but three Seekers were enough to keep him immobilized. He felt the dirt, rough like sandpaper, against his back as his arms and legs were spread.

Forced to do something he hated, he swallowed his pride like a bad medicine. "Help! Anyone, help me! Help!"

Skywarp wrinkled his olfactory sensor. "The only thing you should be screaming is our names."

"Frag you!" Sunstreaker spat, jerking forward hard enough to loosen his bonds and headbutt the Seeker.

Skywarp reared back with a howl.

"He's a live one," Thundercracker intoned admiringly as he swung over Sunstreaker's head to pull both the Autobot's arms above his head.

"I like it when they fight back," Starscream said, staring up the length of Sunstreaker's body with a dangerous, hungry look in his optics. Of the three of them, he was the worst. His touch was the roughest, his claws scraping sensitive places to the point of pain. He was the boldest, planted firmly between Sunstreaker's open legs. He also appeared the most aroused, becoming more so as Sunstreaker continued to struggle.

Not even a joor before did Sunstreaker believe in Primus, but right now he was ready to start praying for a miracle.

Somewhere in the echoes of the dark, damp cave, he could have sworn he heard Narcissus laughing.

"Please help!"

Starscream stretched over him, firmly wedged between his legs, his hands roaming roughly up the contours of his frame.

"HELP!"

Above the sounds of laughter and struggle, the sound of a weapon discharging could scarcely be heard. Starscream's optics suddenly shot wide, his mouthplates dropping open. A long, audio-shattering screech came out as he reared up. His hands scrambled at his back, trying desperately to reach the fire that ate into his metal and burned deep into his neural circuits. As he spun away, Sunstreaker got a good look at the familiar pattern of chemical burns.

More weapons' discharge sounded, this time heralding an attack on Thundercracker. He got the acid pellets in the back of the head. His armour hissed and crackled in reaction to the powerful chemical agents. His screams with downright chilling.

A dark silhouette appeared in the mouth of the cave, a weapon drawn and aimed. Skywarp snarled viciously, but didn't move forward. Prowl came into focus as he drew near. While the violet Seeker could not be called the smartest of his trine, he had already had his fair share of chemical warfare from tangling with the tactician hours before.

"Unless you all wish to find out what it is like to have your wings melted off, I suggest you leave," Prowl ordered darkly. When no one moved as quickly as he wished, he fired two warning shots into the ground. "Now!"

With lingering glances hungrily taking in their fill of Sunstreaker's sprawled form, the three Seekers finally relented. They were in no condition to fight the tactician, especially not when he kept firing acid pellets at them like they were party favours. Sounds of transformation filled the cave, and then the Decepticons powered up their thrusters and were gone into the sky. For several long moments, Prowl stayed at the mouth of the cave. He watched until the last untrustworthy jet was completely out of sight.

Sunstreaker sighed expansively, glad to trade three evils for one lesser one. He pushed himself into a sitting position, only to come up short when the barrel of a gun came in level with his line of sight. His optics travelled the length of the barrel until he was able to look into the severe gaze of the icy mech wielding the weapon.

"Don't. Move."