Revenge of the Fallen 35

(whimpering while hair is wayyy out of wack) Ok… I'm back (another hair springs loose) school… so confusing…where have I been in the last few weeks? (Looks at massive pile of papers and biology stuff) Oh yeah. Buried underneath that. Ok, now that I've got a little brain power back, let's see how far I can make it go! (translation: sugar high and a little thought goes a long way in a fanfiction)

But before I continue with this little tale, I have a question for the fans who have some form of logical thought: When did virginity become such a commodity? I mean really. Who said that we had to lose our virginity the second we turn 16? It seems like such a waste to lose it then, when you could find someone you love who loves to spend time with you! Or worse yet, lose it to someone who doesn't appreciate you.

Anyways… I don't own them, so shush. I have a barrel of apples for any lawyers that try to come.

Thanks to all my reviewers (I have no idea who reviewed last, I lost the emails), here, have cake and cookies and Yule logs. Happy Holidays.

(if you see a mistake, point it out. You get a cookie and i'm not betaing this)


Bumblebee hadn't had this much –annoying- contact in a while. Every mech in the room was pawing over him like a pack of wolves over a female in heat. Blurr was at his right shoulder, licking up and down, while the Jettwins rubbed up and down his back and stomach simultaneously, and Sunstreaker kissed up and down Bee's left servo, suckling gently on his digits every once in a while. Hotshot and Red Alert were at his hips, gently massaging his legs as he laid back on Cliffjumper as a certain black clad mech let his servos slip up to Bee's sensitive circuitry.

"We missed you sooo much Bee…" Barricade said. He wasn't about to let one of his only chances to take Bee slip from him. Shockwave was extraordinarily protective of his possessions, and Bumblebee was always sat the top of the list. Long before the war started, Bee was getting his aft pinched and random hugs at inappropriate times of the solar cycle from Shockwave, who made it very clear that if any one approached the younger mech, they were in for a throttling. It wasn't until Bee gave his first 'Get the frag off me' speech did Shockwave finally give him room to breathe. Bee later went on some other dates for the first time in a century. First with Cliffjumper, who was an exceptional date who treated him like an old buddy. Blurr was next, who was the fastest lover on Cybertron. Blurr was the fastest and most active when he drunkenly found himself tossed into the mechs transport and interfaced out of his mind, then driven home to do it seven more times that evening alone (his most memorable thing about that evening was waking up with a sore aft and a neck cable ache)! The Jettwins were from a party one night. The Jettwins double teamed him late one evening for the same reasons- drunk, cute, and unable to make it home by himself, he found himself being led home by two mysterious young mechs. Though they were thoroughly compensated, he had an extraordinarily sore aft the next morning, and two sleepy jets curled around him, pinning him to the berth. Hotshot was after drinking with him late one evening when he'd had a hard day of battle training. Red Alert was after he was patched up from a training exercise (and managed to seduce him on the medical berth!). Man Ratchet was pissed about that one! Cliffjumper was still his favorite in berth, though he was sure he was offlined centuries before Bumblebee was dragged back to Cybertron in chains. (1)

Bumblebee moaned with his newly repaired vocal processor, which could barely do more than let him moan. Barricade kissed his way up the younger mechs body, licking occasionally as he let a few tendrils slide underneath his prey's plating… how little there was after Shockwave removed his battle armor and replaced it with his new, flimsy armor. So until Shockwave got home… sweet little Bumblebee could come to play with him.


With Starscream and Megatron.

Starscream rested his helm on Megatron's shoulder after a long, and very well executed interfacing session. If Starscream hadn't remembered to activate his contraception programming, he'd be completely slagged right now. Megatron's fluids still leaked from Star's rather roughly taken port, but he wasn't complaining. He'd missed the mech too much over the last few (extremely lonely) millennia. After so long, chasing after ghosts of his leader while listening to imbecilic protoformed Decepticons and a cranky screeching sarcophagus- he was just glad that his lover's arm was draped heavily over his midriff while his sharp fanged lover dozed next to him. He was propped up on one elbow while Megatron gently cycled air next to him. Given that he was still somewhat sore from his recent repairs, he could certainly ignore it long enough to give his true master what he had dreamed of for so long- a romp in the hay and a comfortable berth only meant for them.

Megatron hadn't left the room since he and Starscream were checked on by Hook last; to which was a detailed check given that the good Constructicon had other matters to deal with- namely his new pet. He had dibs on Ratchet from the beginning of the 'hunt', and was now making sure that his new lover was comfortable in his new home. At first it wasn't ideal, the former Autobot medic had turned out to be one hellion of a fighter. Hook spent the first night in the dog house (crashing on the sofa after setting the defenses and locking the room so that Ratchet would have to get his attention to leave) but eventually the chartreuse mech calmed down enough to attempt civil speech. He spent the first few days just sitting around in his (Hook's) berthroom while refusing to intake energon and throwing some poor random object at any mech (Scrapper soon learned he was no exception to the targets just because Hook wasn't with him when he came to visit) who entered the room. Hook, thanks to Scrapper's psychological techniques, had managed to get Ratchet to unlock the door without forcing it open with a crow bar and managed to get a kiss from the chartreuse mech after his last refusal to ingest energon (Hook had actually come into the room to find that the mech was passed out from lack of fuel, and forced some into his mouth via a kiss to make him reconsider. Last that Megatron had heard, Ratchet was settling in and they were going out for a night on the newly rebuilt town. He seemed to relax a little when he was with Hook, but all symbols had been stripped when the war was declared over. The medics were always the first to lose the sigils, after all, treatment of the injured was easier when they weren't fighting the opposite side's medic. Hook and Ratchet had a lot in common- too bad they didn't get together sooner- and they made ideal chat while they were together. One would think that they never stopped talking about medical procedures, new ideas, political fluff, and of course- imbecilic patients.

Ironhide, on the other servo, was not as easy to calm down. Longhaul had dibs on the weapons specialist, who was currently blasting anything in his path with another hidden weapon he had stored in only Primus knew where. The gestalt team ended up removing all of his weapons every time he tried shooting one of them. Longhaul ended up sedating him and was waiting to see if he could talk some sense into the war worn mech. Knowing the gestalt team, Starscream had no doubt in his processor that the mech brothers would do anything in their power to keep the mech with them, even if that meant that he was sedated every millicycle of the solar cycle.

The twins were not requested by anyone yet, but they went to the market as a set; while the Arcee sisters were enjoying the company of Sideways's harem after his remains had been recovered and exposed to the Allspark shard. Sideways had always had a thing for thin, and relatively violent mechs and femmes. It was no secret that he swung both ways, and frankly was noted as one of the most fulfilling lays on Cybertron. Though, to Starscream's favor, he'd never find a better lay than Megatron himself. Megatron had a certain style about him… the way his glossa moved during a kiss… the way his nose plating brushed against his lower abdominal plating during foreplay… the way he could interface Starscream so roughly, yet never break anything to the point of pain.

Starscream meant to ask Megatron a few things, but frankly forgot once he was caught up in passionate kissing and rough servos wandering wherever they pleased. He'd tell him when the tyrant woke up.. especially since there was a report of a strange disturbance in Earth's energy field… much like the one formed when a spark was born… or revived. (2) The tired seeker settled down next to his bondmate- yes… bondmate… that sounded so sweet after all they had been through. To pit with everything else as long as he was with his bondmate, Megatron.

After watching the mech grunt and groan in his sleep, Starscream had to admit that it was probably one of the cutest things he had ever seen, more so that a petrorabbit sparkling nuzzling a turbofox sparkling ona bed of fluff.


Meanwhile… with the Constructicons… (Thank you decepticon05 for a huge help on this part)

Ironhide had been awake for a while. So far he had managed to dent Scrapper's helm with a lamp, kicked Mixmaster's aft into the door, and gave Longhaul a good punch to the mid section. After causing that much damage, he fought through the dozing effects of the seditives to battle his way out of the remaining Constructicons to push his way towards the open hall in the building. He plowed through the various objects in his way, only hearing them crash down to the floor and shatter as they met the cold floor. He wrestled past the servos that gripped his arms gently as they tried to calm him-

Wait! Please! Hook wants to check you out before you go anywhere!

Ratchet and Hook will be back in a few cycles! Please wait!

Ironhide! Calm down! You are still sedated! You could really injure yourself if you try to leave!

Ironhide wouldn't have any of it, he was tired of listening. And he certainly didn't want to listen to any damn Decepticons! He pushed past the open doorway into the main sanctuary of the establishment with his forearm, mostly because the rest of his body wasn't responding the way it should. Just as he turned the corner, he slammed into a chartreuse chassis… who grabbed him immediately.

"Ironhide!" The voice… it was so familiar… so soothing… the weapons specialist (devoid of said weapons) looked up at his would-be savior… and saw his favorite medic. Ratchet had caught him, praise Primus.

"Rat…chet…" he wheezed out through his roughened vocal processor. The medic laughed when he saw the other mechs rounding the corner to greet the two top medics on Cybertron with over working cooling fans and sore, dented plating. Ironhide tried to pull himself up onto the other mech as he regained a little bit of coordination. The medic pulled him onto his shoulder and told the others (Ironhide heard through the haze of his drugged audio receptors) to give them some space. He needed to talk to Ironhide alone to explain the recent events. The medic hauled the other mech onto his shoulder as he walked back to the room where Ironhide stayed previous to Ratchet's return. Ratchet plopped him down on the sturdy berth and sat down next to Hide.

"Ironhide, relax. I need you to calm down and try not to hit anyone… I have a lot to tell you." The yellow mech said. The black mech took a deep intake and suddenly collapsed on the berth. Ratchet laid down beside his friend and placed his left servo over the side of the weapons specialists abdominal area. He rubbed his friend's stomach gently as he regained his bearings from his failed escape of 'Decepticon' servos.

"Ironhide… the war is over… you can relax now." Ironhide looked at the mech with shock… then noticed he did not bear the proud sigil of the Autobots anymore…

"No… Ratchet wouldn't get rid of his sigil… who… who are you… what did you do with Ratchet?" Ironhide demanded as he moved away from the other mech on the berth. Ratchet sighed as he grabbed Ironhide's servo gently and pulled him into his chest, pressing his lip components into the other mechs ferociously, catching the weapons specialist off guard. He continued to hold the mech until he stopped struggling and gave into the kiss.

"You know… I've missed you a lot over these last few solar cycles… tell me what you've dreamed of…" Ratchet murmured to his Ironhide.

"Not before you fill me in on what's happened here…" Ratchet nodded as he kissed his mech again. He pushed Ironhide onto the berth and pressed his hip components into the weapons specialist, earning a grunt of restrained passion.

"Like you have to ask." Ratchet pulled the weapons specialist into a vicious kiss, running his needy servos down the battle scarred mech's arms, seizing the plating and requesting permission to slid his thrilled digits under the black armor. Ratchet commanded all of his armor to retract where needed, allowing Ironhide to invade the seams of the medic with voracious lust. With in minutes, Ratchet was on his back, crying for Ironhide to take him.

Ironhide obliged, shoving his massive cable into the other mech's port. Ratchet cried out as Ironhide took him, just like they used to at the beginning of the war, passionately and lovingly. And when he came in Ratchet's port, it was the fire he'd been missing for so long. It returned to his spark with a vengeance as the flood of energy from Ironhide's spark fueled his beyond the point of simplistic pleasures, taking him to foreign stars and quiet nights where they laid together after long days of fighting. And that's where Ratchet found himself again... dozing next to Ironhide as he whispered gentle words into his audio receptor.


(ok… I'm sleepy… I lost a lot of sleep over exams.. 3 300 level courses man! Don't do it!)

Blooper~~~ HUMAN BLOOPER!!! (Megs and Screamer- based on the works of Demyrie and SilverRay on deviant art)~~~~~~

Starscream awoke to the sound of gentle music floating through the room. It sounded somewhat like the beginning of Steve Winwood's Finer things, but no lyrics. The room was dimmed, and a grey blue light showered the entire area. He didn't quiet remember what had happened last night, but he did remember that thanks to Mr. Fallen, he was currently enjoying some well earned time off… under rougher circumstances though. Mr. Fallen had raped him before he left the building a few nights back. In turn, it gave Starscream Seeker some time off and a rather sore aft. But he wasn't spending this time alone…

Megatron awoke next to the boy, who rolled over and threw his arm around the older man to pull his close. Megatron pressed his well sculpted nose into the younger mans hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Last night was the first time he had taken the young Seeker, which was completely consensual. Starscream was his now… and he wasn't going to let the younger man go.

"I love you..." Megatron said. Starscream smiled as they kissed. He wasn't sure he'd remember this for long... but he'd enjoy it while he could.

They stayed in their lovers embrace until the snow leopard that Megatron had (assuming by 2050 that the endangered species has recovered and Megsy likes big kitties) came to get them for lunch. She clawed Megatron's head as usual... and the rest is history.


(1) Cliffjumper and Bee were separated for a long time, so Bee could only assume he was dead. Heck if he'd known, he probably wouldn't of gone to Earth and fought… so it's for the best.

(2) Would I go that far? Yes… it builds a story line and gives Megsy something to kill. How fun!

Anyways, review please. My heads killing me. I got lasered today and I took some over the counter pain killers to help. Light headed. Way to go Transformers! Top selling movie of 09!!! Yeah Bitches!!!

Poll:

Who should this energy signature inhabit? (Just pick an unsuspecting decepticon)