DEAR READERS: Sorry about the long wait…I had a very busy weekend. Now the chapter is up, though, so once again read, review, and enjoy!
WARNING: Graphic situations ahead! Read at your own risk!
"All right now, there's some stuff you need to know," Moonbeam was saying. Starscream, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Megatron and even Gemstone were sitting in the med bay, attending another one of Starscream's sparkling checkups.
"Like what?" asked Megatron. Of course, Megatron seemed inherently interested, because this was his CNA they were talking about, after all.
"Well…during the whole process of being sparked up, the sparkling clings to and feeds off of the carrier's spark, in the chestplate area," Moonbeam explained. "Once it's fully grown, it detaches itself within a matter of hours and exits the body through the interface panel—the port-and-valve region, I should say."
"Hours?" said Starscream. "Like how many hours?"
"Could be anywhere from six to sixteen." Moonbeam shrugged. "There's not really an answer to that question, officially. Anyway, remember that when the sparklings arrive you'll feel pain in your chest while they detach themselves and then pain all over your body. I'll have to closely monitor all three of you, too, and if everything goes fine, you'll be back to your old self within a week."
"Don't worry, Starscream, you still have a month to dread this," said Thundercracker, laughing and putting his arm around Gemstone almost involuntarily. He had been staring at her more and more often; their fake relationship was very convincing.
Meanwhile, Skywarp was glancing at Moonbeam every so often, but whenever he thought she might be looking at him, his cheeks turned red and he turned away. Starscream knew he missed hearing her call him "sugar daddy" and he was still yearning for those kisses he'd treasured so much. Since Moonbeam had extended this "relationship break" for over a month now, Skywarp had moved back into the old room he shared with his two brothers. Everyone could tell his spark was broken…and Moonbeam didn't even seem to care.
"So, anyway, your sparklings are doing well for now, and everything should turn out fine," said Moonbeam. "Get lots of rest and take care of yourself."
"Okay, thanks, Moonbeam," said Starscream a little shakily, Skywarp helped him up, and they all left the room—but then Skywarp turned back.
"I've got to talk to her," he whispered. "This has gone on for too long. I want her back."
"So go talk to her," said Starscream. Skywarp nodded and dashed back into the med bay.
"Skywarp?" Moonbeam sounded surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I love you, Moonbeam!" Skywarp cried out. "I need you in my life. Special femmes like you just don't come around every day!"
"Skywarp…" Moonbeam closed her eyes and turned her head away. "I just don't—"
To be sure, he had been planning on exerting some dignity, but when Skywarp heard the sound of his lover's voice about to tell him no for good, he dropped to his knees and stared up at her, tears flowing out of his eyes.
"Please take me back, Moonbeam," he begged. "Please. I'll do everything in my power to make it up to you, I really will. Just give me another chance! End the break! Sew the seams! Stitch the hems! Oh, Moonbeam, my goddess, I would give away my spark to hold you once again—and never let our love end."
"Now that's the way to grovel," said Moonbeam, and a sinister smile spread across her face. "All right, Skywarp, I'll have you back…but we must do something really special. And by that I do NOT mean interfacing—we have to go somewhere fancy and nice."
"Anything your lovely spark desires, my queen," Skywarp told her, then lifted her up in the air. "I love you so much."
…
"What are you doing later tonight, Gemstone?" Thundercracker asked her as they meandered out of the med bay and into the main monitor room.
"Why, did you have something special in mind, TC?" Gemstone's flirtatious smirk left no doubt as to what she was hinting at.
"No, I mean…" Thundercracker shrugged. "Why don't we just go somewhere nice? After all, if you're my 'girlfriend', I should at least be acting like a good 'boyfriend'."
"I thought you just were in this for the 'facing, Thundercracker." Gemstone shrugged and smiled. "I guess there really is more to you than meets the eye."
Before he even had a chance to think, Thundercracker found himself grabbing Gemstone and dragging them both onto the couch. Within seconds, they had begun a very steamy make-out session. It wasn't necessarily involving conscious thought; the savage animal instincts inside of him were just telling him: Spike her—and spike her now.
"You know, we're all alone in here, hon," Thundercracker reminded her huskily.
"I am aware of that," said Gemstone, grinning and running her hands up and down Thundercracker's wings. "Do you need a good frag, TC?"
"Yes!" Thundercracker cried. "No one does it like you, Gemstone!"
"Thank you, Thundercracker," Gemstone whispered, and started trailing her pearly-white fingers down Thundercracker's body until she got in between his thighs. Without any shyness at all she pushed his legs apart, flipped open his interface hatch and sucked on his erect spike, causing him to let out a cry of shock and pleasure.
Not long after, the stimulation caused Thundercracker to release inside her mouth. Slightly concerned, he looked up at her; she really had just swallowed it and shrugged it off. Thundercracker had learned that being a hooker wasn't Gemstone's occupation of choice, but she sure was good.
Gemstone jumped on top of Thundercracker and straddled him, staring right up into his eyes. It was true; Gemstone really was beautiful. Maybe she was a little rough around the edges, but then again, gems don't always shine at first.
While he was waiting to get pressurized again, Thundercracker grabbed her and pulled her up so that they were face-level; then he pressed his lips against hers, initiating a passionate kiss. As they continued this, he snaked one hand down her body, holding her shoulders with the other. When he found her interface panel he flicked it open and stuck his fingers in, getting even more pleasure from the satisfied moans she gave him.
"Oh, Thundercracker, baby…just keep doing what you're doing…"
"I'll do anything you want, hon," Thundercracker reassured her. "But do you have to be so sexy?"
Gemstone giggled and grabbed Thundercracker's even-harder-than-before spike, shoving it right into her valve. She smirked at his look of surprise, and started her hard thrusting.
"Faster, hon," Thundercracker kept crying out. "Faster!"
Gemstone did as she was told. Thundercracker was determined to overload at the same time as she did—that was just the best way—but he feared he was going to overload a lot sooner than that. Gemstone was just too good…and too hot.
"You're gonna come for me, Thundercracker," Gemstone purred, still going fast. Thundercracker groaned and thrust his hips upwards, plunging himself in deeper. Yes, it was going to happen, it was getting faster and faster, hotter and hotter, so, so good—
Thundercracker cried out again as his second overload hit, the sticky, off-white transfluid spilling into Gemstone shamelessly. At the same time he felt her moan at the sensation, and he knew her overload had come as well.
"Oh, you're soaking, hon," Thundercracker mumbled, turning over and accidentally falling onto the floor.
…
Megatron was walking down the hall to the Seekers' room. After Starscream's appointment with Moonbeam, he had been compelled to check on how the little twins were doing. When he reached the door, he found that it was locked. That was strange, but it wasn't a problem; he simply overrode the code and let himself in.
"Starscream?" Megatron asked.
Jumping in surprise at the sound, Starscream glanced at Megatron, then turned away again and continued his sulking.
"What do you want?" Starscream mumbled.
"I just wanted to see how my CNA was doing," said Megatron, coming to sit next to Starscream.
"Stop calling them that, I said!" Starscream shouted.
"What's wrong with you?" Megatron snapped.
"Leave me alone, Megatron," said Starscream. "I don't want to be talking to anyone."
"You're scared about the sparklings, aren't you?" Megatron looked suspicious.
"Of course I'm not scared," Starscream told him, but Megatron could see that he was lying. "I'm just…just tired, that's all. Having two almost-fully-grown sparklings in me wipes me out. I haven't felt like my old self in quite some time now."
"You will in a month," Megatron reminded him. "You cannot break this bond the twins have created with you, Starscream."
"What if something goes wrong?" Starscream definitely sounded worried now. "What if one of the sparklings dies? Or both? Or what if I die?"
"Moonbeam is a good medic," Megatron told him. "I think that result can be prevented."
"But she hates me," Starscream whined.
"Do you honestly think," Megatron asked scornfully, "that any hatred she has towards you will deliberately keep her from delivering the sparklings safely?"
"I-I guess not." Starscream stared down at the floor. "It's just…I hate the feeling of not being able to control what's going to happen."
"You can't control how the birth process is going to go, but you can control how you're going to deal with it," said Megatron. "Think about that."
"How I'm going to deal with it?" asked Starscream, feeling his eyes tearing up again. "You mean, completely freak out?"
"Well, that seems about the worst thing you can do," said Megatron, grabbing Starscream and pulling him closer.
"I can't do this with you right now." Starscream sniffed. "The sparklings get in the way."
"Will they get in the way of this?" Megatron asked, much more tenderly than usual. Taking Starscream's chin in his hands, he drew his lover even closer and planted a soft, quick kiss on his lips.
Starscream was shocked; it was the first time Megatron had ever done anything sexual to him before without completely robbing him of his dignity. The kiss was respectful, almost sweet, inviting Starscream to try again.
"No," Starscream whispered. "They won't."
With that, Starscream wrapped his arms around Megatron's neck and continued the kiss, a long, loving kiss that they both wished would last forever.