Lost to the world and the fact that Thundercracker is now recharging beside him, Starscream is caught up in a dreamscape created by one of Thundercracker's memories that just like one of his own unintentionally got shared in their merge. While Thundercracker got an insight into the harshness of the beginning of their war, Starscream however is greeted by one of Thundercracker's most precious moments.
"You wanted to see me Thundercracker?" Solarwinds light and smooth voice inquires as he steps into Thundercracker's office onboard the "Unity".
The serkhar commander is a fearsome sight with his impressive wings sweeping on his back, attention turned to the window showing the airspace surrounding the large battleship where one of his specialized squadrons currently is training to engage and destroy heavy artillery.
The quintessonian flagships are equipped with massive turrets releasing projectiles as large as a serkhar frame and when they connect with the surface of the planet they cause great destruction in their wake and create some horrendous craters. The units purpose is to disable those weapons and come out of the close encounters unscarred.
With a flicker of a wing, Thundercracker indicates that he has heard the other, but beyond that he doesn't turn his attention away from the ongoing outside the battleship.
He is distantly aware of the sound of thrusters as Solarwind walks closer, but it is first when sensuous, daring hands begins to caress his back between his wings, and slowly snakes around to trace the lines along his canopy that his attention is drawn from his troops and onto the other serkhar with him.
"I didn't call you here for that." He protests, but his voice is a low rumbling purr and when the deft fingers traces the sensitive transition between glass and plate he throws his head back with a low groan.
"I know Sir." Solarwind replies with a smile, his attention drawn to the highly sensitive area at the base of Thundercracker's neck.
"Then why are you-" Thundercracker doesn't manage to say further, because just then hot lips connects with the base plating of his neck and the sensor clusters located there, which connects the sensory net from his wings with his internal systems. Triggered right, the flow of data at the touch completely wipes the processor for several seconds and sends him crashing to his knees.
When he is able to feel and see again, he is on the floor with Solarwind straddling his hips and the red, white and black serkhar is rubbing his pelvic plating suggestively against his spike cover.
"I just want you Thunder. Right here, right now." Solarwind murmurs seductively before he leans down to kiss the blue serkhar feverishly and prevent Thundercracker from saying anything. The 'snick' of a valve cover releasing sounds moments later and the feeling of hot lubricant dripping from the valve and onto his slowly heating spike cover makes it hard for the blue serkhar to resist and protest the advance.
"This- isn't like you Solarwind. What has brought this on?" Thundercracker hesitantly asks when his lips finally are released from the lip-lock and he is able to breath in air to cool his heating frame.
"Starfall." Solarwind growls, and suddenly his field are full of fluctuating feelings, most showing his resentment towards their political leader. While Thundercracker is their military leader, the green and grey serkhar controls everything else and Solarwind, as strategist and tactician, has his share of meetings with Starfall.
Where Thundercracker is humble, calm and controlled, Starfall is loud, pompous and manipulating and not always seeking the best for all their people. But there is no one else who wants to deal with the burden of leadership. Thundercracker is too occupied with leading their troops against their enemies, cooperating with Alpha Trion who leads the land based attacks and even if he had had the time the blue serkhar has never really been interested in that kind of leadership, even if Solarwind is sure he would do perfectly well in the role as their political leader.
"What is he doing now that gets your circuits in such a twist that you are acting like this?" Thundercracker sighs exasperated, but his field is full of the fond feelings he has for the red, white and black serkhar currently straddling him and wearing the most adorable pout he has ever seen.
Intense amber optics stares deeply into his and the pout morphs into an outright scowl.
"Messing with what is mine!" Solarwind growls menacingly, his field flaring with violent possessive feelings and it takes Thundercracker by surprise. Whatever Starfall is up to it has truly enraged his lover. Solarwind is one of the sweetest, most considerate and calm serkhars among their people and Thundercracker can't remember any time where he has seen the serkhar this torqued.
"I'm sure it isn't that bad." He tries to sooth, only to flinch when Solarwind in a flurry leans down to stare intimidating into his optics.
"You are a free sentient being. You are our commander. You are mine! He has no right! I won't allow him to enslave you like the Quintessons did. I won't!" there is a fiery flash in the amber optics as Solarwind grounds out his words as if they are poison and all Thundercracker can do is stare with wide optics as the words are spoken. Then the fire in the optics softens and lips nuzzle gently against his cheek, applying small kisses along his jawline while Solarwind for the first time confesses his feelings for his commander.
"I love you too much to allow it." He breathes affectionately.
"Allow what? What is it exactly he is planning?" Thundercracker asks calmly, his right hand gently caressing along the red, white and black serkhar's left temple as he stares into those entrancing optics showing so much emotion; hate, rage but also the deep love that Solarwind has just confessed.
Confusion enters them after his questions, and Thundercracker silently chuckles at the perplex expression flashing on his lover's face. He is sure that Solarwind expected him to react to the love confession, and while he is flattered that someone has such feelings for him, his current mission is to calm Solarwind down and prepare for whatever plot Starfall is planning which seems to include him.
"He wants a bloodline." Solarwind explains with a sigh, visibly calming at the feeling of Thundercracker's soothing touch, "While I can see the benefit in it, I don't like the way he is going about it." He lowers his head to rest against a blue shoulder.
"And where do I enter the picture?" the blue serkhar asks, optics offline at the pleasant feeling of his lover's field intermingling with his own. He can feel the clear desperate lust and need suffusing the other and while he still soothingly nuzzles Solarwinds temple with his right hand, his left lifts to caress at a black hip, fingers innocently dipping into a seam and gently fondling at the accessible wires beneath the plating.
"He wants you." Solarwind chokes out with despair, "He wants your coding. Wants you to create with whoever he chooses to be the other part. But he also wants, demands that you bond with the other as well. And I-… I'm not going to just give you up like that Thundercracker!" the red, white and black serkhar whines, lifting his head and showing the tears falling from the optics filled with so much spark broken despair that Thundercracker almost looks away, unable to handle all the feelings…for him.
"Shh, calm down. Come here." He sooths comfortingly and lets out a content sigh when Solarwind once again is resting his head against his shoulder, "I'm not going to let it happen. If you haven't realized it yet, I love you too." He murmurs fondly, the hand on the hip moving to gently nuzzle between the beautiful white wings of his lover, trying to ease the trembling in them.
"You do?" Solarwind asks in a voice so hopeful, that Thundercracker is unable to stop the gentle laughter that escapes his vocalizer at the sound of it.
"Yes. I have for a very long time." He answers in a voice full of mirth, "So Starfall will just have to find another to suite his plan or change it to fit us. Don't worry Solarwind; I'm not going to bow to him like I usually do. It might do him well to remember that while I accept him and his antics, I am actually the true leader as long as the war is still raging." Thundercracker adds with a small chuckle, affectionately hugging Solarwind closer to reassure that he means what he is saying.
With a deep sigh Solarwind allows himself to be reassured and melts into Thundercracker's powerful frame.
They might be equal in size, but Thundercracker as a warrior is equipped with a lot more weapons, while Solarwind, as a strategist and tactician only have a few lasers under his plating he can engage. Most of his systems are dedicated to his processor and his analytical, strategic and tactical skills instead of fighting. He isn't meant to be out on the battlefield at all, while Thundercracker, to hone his true potential basically lives for battle.
Sensing that his mission to calm his lover is a success, Thundercracker rolls and repositions them with himself on top of Solarwind, looking down in his lover's beautiful amber optics.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, voice filled with seductive promises, but also holding a serious edge.
"Yes, with my entire spark, I trust you." Solarwind replies, squirming slightly beneath the blue serkhar's heavier frame.
"Trine with me." the request is almost a plea, whispered so low that it is barely audible.
Solarwind instantly stiffens beneath him and his optics widens.
"It is perfectly safe." Thundercracker tries to sooth, sensing the clear terror in Solarwinds field at the thought. "We currently have a few dozen trines in our ranks and I have kept close optics on them to see how they fare in battle and outside. According to Rachïar a trinebond isn't as dangerous as a sparkbond, but still provides some of the benefits. However, we still know very little about the ability to create the bond in the first place, but I assure you, there has been no side effect to it."
"What about Novablast?" Solarwind asks in uncertainty, his wingmate is just as precious to him as Thundercracker is.
"He is an integrated part of you, I understand that completely. I'm not going to separate you from him in this. A trinebond needs three sparks to function properly. He will be our third, of course only if he wants me." Thundercracker answers with a smile.
"And if he doesn't want to, then what?" Solarwind asks.
"Then we won't do it. I'm just suggesting this to reassure you here and now. A trinebond makes it almost impossible for me to sparkbond, unless the one I bond to is one of my trine. That is the only issue we have observed within the trines." He murmurs, lowering his head to give Solarwind a searing kiss. "I want to be yours, in frame and spark, but the war prevents it at the moment. A trinebond however doesn't risk any of us if something should happen to either of us."
The red, white and black serkhar just stares at him, optics showing the lingering uncertainty. Trining is still new, and the first time it happened it got treated like a hazard, the three serkhars sent to Rachïar to be examined while the rumors milled and resulted in an outcry among the ranks. Bonding ones sparks in the middle of a war is pure suicide, but Rachïars observations calmed the worst of it when it turned out that the bond created didn't affect the sparks as deeply as a true sparkbond does.
"I love you Solarwind. I want to sparkbond with you, want to make you mine, vow my life to yours, to protect your life with my own if it comes to it, and with the war still raging I can't promise you complete safety. What I can do is make sure that my death won't drag you down with me, while giving you a small part of what we both want and need. Say yes, please let me be yours." Thundercracker adds after a long moment's silence, his voice holding a desperate, wistful and needy note while his head hangs dejectedly. Wide sweeping wings are trembling with the emotions filling their owner and arms struggles to keep the weight of the heavier frame from collapsing and crushing Solarwind.
If the small plea didn't undo him, the explicit erotic sight of his powerful lover looking so vulnerable above him, waiting for his judgment, does.
"Yes." Solarwind whispers reverently, shallow breaths leaving him as his frame begins to heat up at the prospect of the unity between them. He is certain that Novablast is going to accept the offer. His wingmate knows how much Solarwind adores the commander and ever since Thundercracker took him as a lover his feelings has bloomed something fiercely, much to Novablast's exasperation, since his wingmate has had to listen to his fawning now and again.
The next moment is a flurry of movement. Lips connect desperately, a spike cover retracts and without much ado Solarwind is impaled by Thundercracker's length, arching at the powerful feeling of the penetration. Pleasure spirals higher and higher until the valve begins to clamp down mercilessly on the spike in clear preparation for the fast approaching overload.
And of course it is then that their little happy bubble bursts when Thundercracker receives a communication through his comline, informing the serkhar commander to a distress call from sub base 341.
Moments later the ship wide klaxon begins to blare, rousing their troops to prepare for the impending Trans warp, and just like that Thundercracker reverts back into the deadly warrior he is at spark, their private moment gone.
Mercilessly quelling the impending overload flowing through his systems he retracts from the tempting valve and rises, his painfully throbbing spike locked behind its cover seconds later and with a glance out the window at the vacant airspace around the battleship he leaves the room and the still dazed Solarwind to prepare for the incoming battle.
The gently spoken "Don't die" follows him out.
With wings fluttering in distress, Starscream wakes from the memory/dream just as the "Unity" completes its Trans warp to the area of conflict and he/Thundercracker jumps out into the void, followed by the assigned squadrons to intercept the incoming hostilities above what looks to be a small outpost. The sound of the heavy artillery connecting with the surface of the planet, shot from the several flagships stationary above the area follows him into the real world and a shudder travels his whole frame at the imagined destruction created by such weapons.
What a nightmare. His spark churns at the strange feeling in his essence telling him that what he has just witnessed in the dream isn't just a dream and a chill runs down his spinal strut at the thought that someone has lived that nightmare.
Thundercracker.
And this Solarwind.
The name confuses him. Thundercracker told him Solarstorm were his sparkbonded, so who is this unknown seeker?
When the worst feeling of it slowly leaves his frame, he onlines his optics and stares into the darkness. A frown follows a moment later and as his processor slowly calms down and the memory/dream becomes a bit vaguer than, and not as lively, as just a moment ago, he is aware of the surface beneath him and the frame he is snuggled into.
Lifting his head slightly he stares into the juncture of Thundercracker's neck and shoulder, and when he cranes his neck he looks at the most serene expression he has ever seen on the blue seeker. Calm breaths escapes the older seeker and the warmth of the plating flush against his own tempts him to snuggle in further.
Thundercracker is back.
Just for a moment he forgets everything about the memory/dream and seeks comfort in the presence of the blue seeker. Drifting in a state of complete contentment; Starscream is unaware of when he once again drifts into recharge, the blue seeker's scent, the feeling of the field gently intermingling with his own and the warmth and comfort lulling him into blessed unconsciousness again.