It was strange to be loved but to not love them back. Unrequited love, that was the phrase. It perfectly described Knockout's infatuation with Thundercracker. Normally it was just pitiful. Most bots didn't even bother going after the trine, knowing how particular they were with their companions. Yet, Knockout kept flirting. And flirting. And inappropriately flirting some more. During heat this 'crush' was bordering on obsession.

Knockout was still sitting outside his door. It had been nearly six breems since he appeared. And another six since Starscream had locked him in the medbay. He stared at the camera expectantly, as if he would ever be let in. Thundercracker sighed, wishing he could consult his trine on it. But he couldn't. Starscream was busy fragging some Autobot traitor, and Skywarp had found companionship with somebot. Normally, the trine entertained themselves; they always had each other. But now? He was alone. Even worse, Thundercracker was considering it.

He was alone. He had no one to help him overcome his heat. Even now he could feel the lust building. And he was cold. He had not felt this way in,...he couldn't even remember. He was picky, but this time he didn't have the luxury.

"Let me in Thunder. You can teach me all the tricks." He whined.

Thundercracker froze. "What do you mean 'teach you all the tricks'?" It was well known around the ship that Knockout put out. He was quite a flirt and with his frame, it wasn't unbelievable that he got who he wanted.

Knockout's faceplate took on a dull blue hue, his energon flushing. "You think I'm an alleybot, don't you?" He paused, waiting for a reaction he couldn't see. "Well I'm not. I'm not an idiot. Sealed mechs get taken and used and I'm not gonna let that happen."

So the mech was lying. Thundercracker smiled. He was sealed still, and Thundercracker would be the one to take it. He chuckled to himself as he slid off the oversized berth to manually unlock the seventeen dead bolts that kept the room secure. The red medic tried to hide his surprise with a pout as he walked in.

Thundercracker crossed his arms and stared down at the mech, unimpressed at his attempt.

"I'm not the best teacher, so you better learn fast." Thundercracker advised, as he relocked the door behind him.

"I'm a fast learner." Knockout smirked as he surveyed the room, likely remembering everything so that he could relay it to his lab hand later. The trine's room was rarely seen by outsiders and it had become a bit of a legend on the ship. Thundercracker bet he could get the talkative mech to keep quiet, with the night they were going to motioned for him to sit on the berth.

"Mmhmm." The seeker said as he sat down beside him. He pressed his servo into the dip of his back, pushing him against his chassis. He pressed his mouth against Knockout's and pushed his glossa into his. The grounder tasted of sweetened energon. Knockout's back arched as he pushed him down to the berth and began to nibble on his door wings. Grounders liked that, if he recalled correctly. Knockout's servo glided over the tips of his wings, occasionally making his mouth tighten over whatever he was focusing on.

Knockout purred as Thundercracker's skilled digits glided between them, massaging the plating that covered him. Abstractly, he wondered if he was a carrier, but he resolved not to dwell on it. Either way, he would have his fun.

Knockout regained some part of his processor as he pushed back, grazing the edge of his wings with his denta. The medic dug his digits into the creases between his plating and pulled himself closer to Thundercracker's chassis, grinding his frame against his.

Thundercracker enjoyed the feeling, but did not struggle to hold himself him as Knockout likely was. He probably was trying to get Thundercracker to give in before him, to prove his prowess in berth to somebot later. With that thought, Thundercracker was resolved to outwait Knockout, who was currently attacking his shoulder, suckling on the taught metal and teasing his neck cables with his glossa. He moaned. Suddenly, Thundercracker felt something shift against him. It was Knockout's plating.

That was easy, Thundercracker thought, as he allowed himself to open. Knockout pushed himself against his spike, and as his spike started to press inwards. So he was a carrier, Thundercracker thought as he slowly pushed himself into him. He felt his seal crack and then shatter, the shards quickly dissolving into their fluids as Knockout lubricated himself for the first time. He cried out for a moment at the pain, but Thundercracker did not give him any time to recover, starting to thrust himself into him. Knockout purred as Thundercracker hit his pleasure nodes, his port seizing around his spike. Knockout's optics went dark suddenly and he paused, wondering how long he would be out and if he should continue to ride while he was overloading. Luckily for Knockout, he didn't have to make that decision as the door slowly unlocked. He would've had no time to hide Knockout's body, nor clean up, so he waited and watched as Starscream's faceplate curled up in surprise and behind that, disgust as Skywarp simply backed away before disappearing. It was a twisted day indeed when the great Thundercracker took someone to berth, he thought with a wouldn't be back for a while, and as he glanced down at the red grounder, he realized that he had a lot of other things to do with him.

OoOoOoO

Sunstreaker liked these games more than his brother did. Perhaps that was because he was the dominant twin. Maybe it was because he had spent more time in the pits, more time in the battlefield. Either way, he liked them and Sideswipe did too, though he was hard pressed to admit it.

Flare-up mewed beneath him, her arms straining against the chains that held her to the berth. He unmounted her with a lewd pop, and surveyed the walls of his domain. All of his toys were displayed on the walls, proudly arranged before the Heat had struck them. A few of these toys had more wear than others, and though he really should be breaking in the Tentacle whip, he found himself reaching for one of his favorites: a simple whip fitted with a vibrator that had electro-shock capabilities. Flare-up had recovered enough from the last bout for him to begin again, he thought as he took the whip from it's holder. He smiled as he ran his glossa along the length of it before whipping the air in front of him.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Flare-up. You deserve a punishment. " He said, his voice lower than usual due to the flux of energon that occurred during heat. He smirked as he watched her squirm against the binds with little luck.

"Punish me Master." She whimpered, trying to grind herself against something that wasn't he flipped her onto her back, ordering her into a crawling position. He raised the whip and brought it down on her back in a crisscrossing pattern. Like art, he mused, as his other hand played with the pleasure nodes on her neck and chest plates. She didn't dare move with his permission, other than her involuntary shudders of pleasure and pain. After her backside was tinted blue from the energon rush, he paused and let it lay limp on her back. He pressed a button and it started to vibrate. and turned her around once more.

"No moving." He growled as he nibbled her door wings, moving lower. He could feel her frame tightening up beneath him but nonetheless, she did as ordered. Good slave. She bit her lip as she struggled to stay still. Maybe it was time to reward her.

"You may speak, but still no movement; you're getting a reward." He licked his lips and slid lower, moving the vibrating whip between her legs. He wrapped it around and through her legs until no matter how she moved, her pleasure nodes would be touched by some part of the vibrating whip. As her optics began to flicker, he moved up until his mouth wrapped around her breastplates, suckling and licking until she was moaning so loud he was sure his neighbors would hear. Let them, he thought as the door slid open behind him.

His brother was back. Do you want to join us? I doubt she'd notice anyway.

Sunstreaker could feel him contemplating it. His younger brother shrugged. Why not?

Slave, or fellow master? Sunstreaker asked, already knowing the answer

Why'd you even bother to ask? Sideswipe said as he casually slipped onto the berth

She barely noticed him until he whispered roughly in her ear, "Can you keep it in? Stop the overload while I play with you?"

Numbly, she nodded as he unraveled the vibrating whip from between her legs, replacing it with his glossa. He strummed her pleasure node as he reached up and massaged her breastplates. Flare-up bit her lip, trying her best to keep the overload in. Energon dribbled down her face from biting too hard.

It tasted bittersweet, Sunstreaker noted as he kissed her roughly. He could feel her spark thrumming, vibrations absorbed by his brothers, before being relayed to him. He could feel everything that they did, and coupled with his own pleasure receptors, it would enough to overload just about anybot. But not them. Sideswipe replaced his glossa with his spike as Sunstreaker made a trail of kisses down his back strut.

Hurry up. His twin growled. The overload was building too slowly, leaving him with an annoying itch like feeling that just wouldn't go away. Sunstreaker knew what he wanted. The best and deepest overloads came from each other. He glanced over at Flare-up, whose faceplate was twisted with the agony of the wait.

As you wish. Sunstreaker replied with a smile.

Flare-up looked disappointed as Sideswipe unmounted her. "Pleasure yourself quietly until we're done." He said as he turned to his brother.

Flare-up slid to the upper corner of the berth, giving them room to do what they will. She took the whip again, tying herself in it before turning it on. Her optics followed them carefully as Sunstreaker forced Sideswipe to the berth. He held his servos above his helm, with one servo as he massaged his spike with the other. Sideswipe churred and started to buck.

Sunstreaker growled as he pressed his body down, forcing him to the berth. Stay still.

He continued, alternating hand speeds, until his spark chamber opened. Sunstreaker smiled as their sparks touched. It was nothing new to him to see the world through his brother's eyes. After all, they had done this many times before. This was more like an update, one that he had expected.

He watched as Sideswipe walked down the halls. The sounds of metal clashing and the whirring of cooling systems filled the halls. Their door came into view. The scene that had just occurred played out again. As they separated, the image of their sparks consuming each other was the last thing that he saw.

The light flickered on his optics as he came to, noticing that his brother's optics were offline. He's still overloading. He thought as he glanced over at Flare-up. The electro whip was still on, though she had long since overloaded. Without disturbing Sideswipe, he unwound the whip from her legs.

He smiled, though no one was there to see it. This was his domain, one of the few things that he could control. Looking at the offline frames beside him, he thought, I have controlled them well.