Fracture smiled, her optics glinting in the dim light of the room. With the lights this low, it was hard to notice anything other than her frame type. Just like he wanted.

Megatron thought of another femme, from long before the war as the current one peered down at him seductively. Fera was the only one who thought he could be more than just a mech of entertainment. Fera had been the one who made him into more. He imagined her curves and the delicate angles of her face. He remembered every detail, though it had been millineums since they had last met.

"Winglet's on the side of the head. Lighter blue coloring. Chestplates are bigger."

Fracture nodded, her nanites lightening and winglet's sprouting from the side of her head. Her chestplates expanded like balloons filling with air, growing to just the right size. Megatron looked her over again. She was a perfect replica of Fera, down to the utmost detail except for her voice.

"You have some...precise tastes." Fracture asked, a touch of taunt in her voice

"Perhaps I do, but who are you to question them?" He growled, reminding her of her place. She was his interface bot. Nothing more.

She purred, climbing his frame up to his chest. "No one, my master."

She grazed her claws across his chest and he shivered at the feeling. She began to move quickly, mouth working at a speed much slower than her pelvis, which ground against him at a speed formerly unmatched. Her glossa tasting every part of him, leaving a sticky trail behind. Fracture suckled on the tubing of his neck, almost erecting a moan from him. She slowed her grinding, teasing him as she connected and disconnected from his body.

Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. His spike came out erect, implaling her as she rubbed against him once more. She sighed shakily as he rolled over, pushing her to the berth. Now he was in control. Her sighs and moans rewarded him when he did well, her screams when he did not. He closed his eyes for the moment. Imaging a time long ago, back in the gladitorail arena with Her. She had taught him how to love and in return he had loved no one else.

He could feel it building up, the reaction spreading through his body as he was about to eject. He pulled out aruptly. Fracture screamed. "More. More."

He looked down at her in distaste. She was not his Femme. She couldn't come close.

"Get out." He ordered, pain showing through in his tone. She said nothing as she hobbled to the door, loins aching as she moved.

OoOoO

It was so freaking hard to find somebot who could move at his speed. Blur always ended up hurting those he loved because he couldn't slow down and they loved it too much to tell him to stop. It was truely a lucky day when he met Bluestreak. He was young, sure, but he was smart and nice and loveable. That, with the added benefit of him living in the speed zone made him the perfect match.

Bluestreak walked through the door, datapads on the counter jiggling as he did. Sometimes Blur could forget that what they saw wasn't the same as what others did. When he noticed things like that, he remembered.

Blue casually sat down on the berth, servos on knee joints, back strut stiff. He was practically exploding with excitement.

"You know why bots like us can't be with the others, right?" Blur whispered as he sat down beside him.

"They don't live at the same speed."

"Yup. And that's why I'm so happy to have met you."

Bluestreak's face broke out into a smile as he looked up at him. Slowly, he pressed his forehead against his and gasped with the feeling. It was bliss. Pure, slow, bliss. Blur pulled away, cradling him closer before gently kissing his voice box. Blur could feel it as he purred.

Blue barely moved, shifting so that his chin strut pressed down on the top of his helm. The slight pressure was comforting. Blur shuttered his optics for a moment, enjoying the moment before grazing his teeth over his shoulder. He turned over, sitting in his lap now, and gently lowered him to the berth.

He whispered in his audio sensors. "We'll take it slow, Blue. Nice and slow." He traced circles going up his spinal struts. "I love you."

Blue smiled softly, his mind with the heavens. "More than anything Blur."

Blur slid his interface port covering to the side. He was a carrier, a taker, but this orn, they would both be giving a part of themselves. Ratchet had told them that this was the time. It was the optimal time for them to produce a sparkling. Bluestreaker let his spike come lose.

It only took a single thrust for Blue to enter him; they were well synced, Blur thought. They moved to a nice, slow rhythm that built the overload up slowly. When they were almost there, they open their sparkchambers. The tendrils of light were near identical, showing that their sparks were already synchronized, if not connected fully.

They carress each other, fingering the soft places and rewarding each other with low, sultry moans. Their sparks tangled and became one. Blue climaxed. Blur overloaded. Their sparks let go unwillingly as they parted, leaving a smaller piece of itself in the other's chest cavity. Blur smiled as the new spark thrummed against his own. He was in love.