Skywarp glitched the most during heat. It was dangerous when it was just him in heat, but right now it was just annoying. He had gone to sleep under water the solar cycle before, but he wasn't too surprised when he woke up in the Autobot washroom, surrounded by fragging bots. He shivered and reappeared in an almost empty room. The room was painted a bright yellow, so bright that it hurt his eyes. He turned away, hoping to disappear again. Instead he met optics with Bumblebee. The young, yellow scout stared at him in surprise. He was bent over on the floor, holding his midsection as if he were injured. His innocent optics, the fear in his shaking servos…..and then it clicked; this was his first heat cycle. He was untouched and didn't know what to do. Probably didn't understand that what was below his covering wasn't there just to expel waste. He stood up from his heap on the ground and took a step closer. The mech did not shy away.

"Wanna go for a ride sometime? I could show you a whole new world." The decepticon flirted discreetly. He wondered if the mech knew enough earth culture to get the reference. He was the one who had the human pet, he thought. If not, it would be lost to him.

"Don't you dare close your eyes." He played, the voice of Jasmine resounding in the small room.

Skywarp smiled. He got it. The scout walked forward and used one hand to pull him closer as his face mask slid away. Their lips met just as he started to feel himself leaving. He had no time to warn the scout before they disappeared. As Skywarp's thruster's automatically kicked in, he realized that they would materialize over thin air, or none at all. Bumblebee only fell for a moment before Skywarp's arms wrapped around him. Skywarp shoved his pedes under Bumblebee's, holding him up sufficiently for them to stay floating.

"Finally, someone got it. " The wind blew around them harshly, rain pattering against their frames. He struggled to hold them still as the storm tried to make them move. Bumblebee didn't seem to notice. He leaned his head up again, lips touching his own once more. This time, it wasn't broken by surprise as they disappeared, landing on a soft patch of grass.

When pleasure nodes are activated, the whole frame becomes wildly sensitive, which makes plating slide away faster. Thus, sparklings have a greater chance of being conceived. With flyers, it was slightly different. They had to open themselves, as a concious desiscion. After all, they were a rare breed and that meant a higher change of forced merging.

The scout reached behind him, trailing the edge of his wings down to where they connected to his back. Skywarp shivered as the sensitivity spread like rust plague on his frame. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a minor transformation. Was Bumblebee going to use this moment against him? An electric charge ran through him, causing his spark to move even more rapidly in it's chamber.

He noted to himself that electro shock made a good toy as he pushed the yellow mech to the grass. He touched his wings with tingling servos. As the waves of electricity ran through his frame, more and more pleasure nodes came online. His back arched and frame tightened, causing his servos to seize on the yellow door wings that he had been caressing.

Bumblebee screeched, the scream sounding like claws on metal. Skywarp dropped his servos, optics avoiding the scout's.

"Sorry." He muttered as he let go of his wings.

He almost pulled away, but stopped. "Sorry." He panted.

"It's too late to apologize. It's too late… I'm bringing sexy back.."

Skywarp could feel it coming again, like something was crawling inside of him. Bumblebee must have started to feel the tingling of the air as well, since he wrapped his arms around him again. And then they were gone. There was a burst of light, then a feeling of extreme cold before his system corrected his internal heating. He looked up for a moment, noticing that they were in Earth's orbit. The earth looked so pretty from here, he thought, before pushing the thought away. He had something more beautiful currently clinging to him with an air of fear and desire. How had he managed to ignore his attractiveness before today? It was undeniable that he was adorable, though he supposed the face mask did a good job of hiding it.

Skywarp made a trail of kisses from his lips down to his panels, using the zero gravity to his advantage. As the yellow mech floated above him, only Skywarp's lips connecting them, Skywarp allowed his plating to disappear. He really didn't care to drag this out any longer. If they prolonged this much longer, they wouldn't be able to continue as uninterrupted as they could in space. Warping took longer to happen without gravity. Skywarp smirked as Bee's panels opened unintentionally with the careful massage of the lining of his plating. Bumblebee's door wings stood at attention and Skywarp took this as a yes. His servos traced his panels as they spun, Bumblebee's spike fitting into Skywarp's valve perfectly. For a young mech, he was pretty big. He had to struggle to get it in without hurting himself. As soon as they were fitting together, he started to move, keeping the mech still with his servos on his wings. They flashed again, though Skywarp barely noticed. Suddenly, he wasn't in control anymore as Bumblebee grabbed his thin waist with a grip unexpectedly strong. He started thrusting, faster and deeper than Skywarp had heen able to make him do. It was obvious that he was unexpected, as he only hit his inner pleasure nodes on accident. However it was still enough to bring Skywarp to the edge. He moaned, wanted the overload to come. As he flashed again and his body tightened on his spike, colors flashed in his vision until the brightness took over. Whe. He could feel and see again, they were lying on the floor of the awfully bright room again.

He carefully pulled off of him with a lewd pop. He was unsure if he would be able to bring him back next time he warped. At the very least, he got to know him. He pinged the mech with his hailing codes, linked with a message to call him was fun, he thought, just as he warped again.

OoOoO

She was not in heat and yet desired for it more than anything. Arachnia knew what happened to the unpaired. They were taken. They did not enjoy it. And even though it was a matter of self defense, she couldn't bare to couple with some leftover mech or femme. She had high standards, and even if she did find someone, her mate had just died. The insecticon hive master had been offlined just before the heat started. All she could feel inside was a blank didn't want to mate, so she stayed in her room, with it's triple door entrance and specially coded security system.

Lazily, she flipped through the newest subscription of Evil Femmes and tried to ignore the sounds from the close by rooms. She could be nonchalant about this if she tried hard enough. She blocked out the sounds with some old recordings of when she used to be a singer.

Her Alto voice rose higher, hitting notes that she hadn't been able to in years. She started to relax, to even feel a little sleepy. Then the beating started. It felt as if it were coming from everywhere at except the door. It clicked. Whoever it was was going to her regular strength walls. She cursed. She didn't have enough credits to pay for a saferoom.

The left wall pushed in, like a bubble slowly being inflated. She dropped the datapad and turned off the audiotrack. The beating continued on and the bubble grew. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. All Arachnia could do was wait for the door to open and fight whoever came through.

The metal popped and a large mech stepped through, the metal warping even more as he forced his large forn through the small hole. Astrotrain looked her over as she started to shoot. His optics went from intrigued to dark and menacing; his scent one of desperateness and anger. Normally, he was a cool mech. He could be civilized at times and wasn't too excessive in proving his status.

He huffed as he crushed the barrel of her gun. They transformed back into her hands automatically, which hurt more because of the movement. She couldn't even move her digits.

"You will mate with me willingly, or else I will take you. You should know that it will hurt a lot more."

She considered her options. She could try to get past, but was more likely to be stopped and dragged to her fate. She could fight him after leaving, but her weapons were damaged and no one would help nor care. Or Arachnia could accept it.

She looked at him, narrowed her optics. He had a weak point on his side, in between the plating of his arm and upper chassis. If she could get her venom there, she could. She didn't have a chance as he hit her, causing her to slide back. Her extra legs kept her standing, but even they ached from the force.

He cackled, energon flowing from the wounds in his helm and chassis. "I know what a sneaky little alleybot you are. You won't go down without a fight, huh? Well that's how I like it."

He charged at her, too cocky to online any weapons. She trasnformed into her alt mode, her secodn body feeling more at ease in the tight space. As he got close, she tunneled into the floor, falling into the floor below them. The lounge. Lucky for her, it was just about empty. The seat coushined her fall as Astrotrain ran into the wall. She dodged as he jumped through the floor, rolling to the side and then climbing onto the ceiling so that she had a clear shot to hit him with her webbing. She aimed and he moved, resulting in the left side of his body being immobilized. That didn't stop him as he charged again. She scurried across the ceiling and as she was to pass him, he grabbed one of her legs and yanked her down. She hit the floor hard, her optics fuzzy. As she struggled to get up, he held her down with his knees.

"Back to bipedal mode, or I'll force you too." His eyes were harda nd dark. Any leniency that he would've given her had disappeared when she resisted. She nodded, her extra legs folding down behind her as he released his spike from it's bearings. She stared. That wouldn't fit into her. She didn't want it to be in her. She had always prefered the touch of a femme, had avoided mechs religiously and now, this. She turned off her sensory relays and tried to turn her optics off, but the damage to her helm prevented her from doing so. All Arachnia could do was watch.

He was heavy, she noticed as he tore her plates open. He grunted as he forced himself into her, moving at a pace that left no room for her to get used to it. Though she could feel no pain from the action, she could still feel the movement, the feeling of something wrong inside her. Her sensory depreivation wouldn't last forever, she knew. She would feel it all later, she thought as she turned away. She had no wish to watch the defamation of her frame.

He finished some indecipherable amount of time later, pulling out with an audible pop. Some fluid leaked out of her, some energon of her and some of his. She sighed. It was finally over.

And then her flipped her over. Tearing her aft plating off, he resumed what he had been doing to her from behind. This time she could feel it. It felt like he was tearing her in half. She bit her lip, her fangs digging in enough to make her bleed. No matter what, she wouldn't let him hear her scream.

Once again she wished she was in heat.