Thundercracker seeks out Starscream.
Inspiration: "If I was a river" by Tina Arena
Starscream onlines his optics as he wakes. Something feels wrong.
"Ah, you are awake."
The soft rumbling voice jolts him fully awake, and when he tries to move he realizes that he is restrained to the berth. Lifting and turning his head as much as he can to find the owner of the voice he finds Thundercracker calmly relaxing at the console, blue optics burning with a strange fire.
"How did you-"
"-get out?" the blue seeker breaks in, silencing him as he stands and walks closer to the berth and the bound tricolored seeker.
Relaxing back onto the berth now that Thundercracker is in full view and standing above him, Starscream frowns as he inspects the other. There is no sign of the damage the seeker sustained; in fact he looks completely healthy and energized.
"Yes."
"You all forgot that I until recently lived in the golden age. And a warrior learns to always have something at hand in any case." The blue seeker smiles as he withdraws a little cylindrical gadget.
Groaning frustrated Starscream looks away, deeply ashamed of his own and his faction's stupidity.
"I see you recognize it." Thundercracker laughs.
"A booster." Starscream answers plainly, feeling so stupid. That little gadget had held a liquid solution with the conjoined effect of ten potent energon cubes, enough to jumpstart any system in dire or critical situations.
When Thundercracker sits down beside him on the berth, their plating touching and sending strange tingling sensations through his frame, Starscream turns his head to look up at the seeker.
"What else do you have in that subspace of yours that we haven't managed to take?" he asks curiously.
"If I told you, I would have to kill you." The blue seeker answers with a smile, his optics roaming the prone frame beside him.
"Really?" Starscream snorts.
"Really." Thundercracker answers, suddenly looking very serious. Then the expression cracks and the smile returns.
"Would you really…Oh Frag!" Starscream is cut off at the feeling of questing fingers suddenly caressing down the inside of his thigh, and the feeling is forcing deep moans from his vocalizer while he stares with wide optics at the blue seeker.
The gesture seems innocent enough, if not for the sly smirk ghosting on the edge of Thundercracker's lips.
"Th-Thundercracker?" he moans, deeply shocked.
"Oh, don't mind me. Carry on in what you were about to say." the blue seeker answers innocently, his blue optics a deep indigo.
"I…" he tries and then buckles when Thundercracker's questing fingers touches deliberately to his valve cover. With a processor being swamped with pleasure and growing need it is hard for him to think and his frame has its own life when it desperately seeks the touch when the fingers is removed. A whimper and a needy whine leave his vocalizer when Thundercracker rises from the berth.
"My little Starscream." The blue seeker gently murmurs as he walks to the end of the berth and kneels between the tricolored seeker's spread legs, enjoying the sight of the other this open and vulnerable.
Another needy whine escapes him as he looks down his frame at the seeker poised in a relaxed position between his legs. Every sensor in his frame screams for the other to touch him, to feel the intermingling of fields again and just…just feel!
"Th-Thunder…Please… I-… I need…" He sobs, frame trembling with the growing need as Thundercracker just sits there and watches him come undone.
"Shhh. It is okay little seeker." the blue seeker sooths, and finally he begins to caress the burning hot plating, soothingly stroking one of the tricolored seeker's thrusters while he smiles reassuringly.
With a choked sob Starscream loses himself to the caresses and offlines his optics, thoroughly enjoying the nice feeling the touch creates in his frame. This distracted he isn't aware when Thundercracker begins to move his caresses up his frame, going to the knee-joints, then the hip plating, moving his frame along as his touch ventures higher and higher on the tricolored frame, reaching the cockpit and rubbing the resilient glass.
When Starscream onlines his optics again, Thundercracker is practically straddling his hips while he mouths at the cockpit glass, wet trails of lubricant smearing on the translucent glass. A low groan and rattling of the chains causes Thundercracker to look up and fiery red burns into searing blue for a moment, their lust completely naked to the other.
A reaching hand and Starscream leans into the touch when Thundercracker gently caresses his cheek, optics not wavering one bit.
"Thundercracker…" He whispers, tone begging, begging for the other to take him, to claim him, to do to him whatever the blue seeker wants, as long as he fragging takes him!
"Starscream…" Thundercracker gently murmurs.
"Starscream." This time distorted.
"Starscream!"
"Starscream. Wake up! It is time."
A rough shake and shove and Thundercracker slowly dissipates as Starscream begins to wake from the dream.
With bleary optics he looks up at Skywarp, a moment's confusion making him look around for the blue seeker.
"Wha-?" he asks dumbly.
"It is time. We are getting our trinemate back." Skywarp exclaims giddily.
'No!' Icy fear encases Starscreams spark at the words.