Chapter 5—a few megacycles later…

"LUGNUT, GET BACK HERE AT ONCE!" Megatron thundered. Starscream pushed a startled Spaceflower out of the way as Megatron fired blast after blast out of that fusion cannon of his. Lugnut was still stumbling around, holding another energon cube, his words almost incomprehensible. Blitzwing was running back and forth, screeching with laughter, screaming, "Missed me! Missed me!"

"Sorry about that," Starscream said, feeling embarrassed. "They're all kind of hard to deal with when they've had too much energon." As yet another blast from the cannon flew past his head, he added, "Especially Megatron…in fact, if I was in charge, I wouldn't let him have any energon at all. Or I'd at least take his weapons away first."

"Erm…what happened to Blitzwing's armor?" Spaceflower asked, looking like she wasn't quite sure she wanted to know.

"Don't ask me," Starscream replied, rolling his optics. "I try to avoid him when he's drunk."

"That seems like a good idea," Spaceflower said pensively. "You know, I think this party is getting out of control. No offense."

"None taken," Starscream told her. "It's Megatron's fault. Whenever we score some big Decepticon victory, he organizes these idiot energon parties and then he just gets drunk and overrides his CPU."

"Looks like you haven't had that much energon," Spaceflower observed.

"Well…I have had a little, actually," Starscream admitted. "But nowhere near as certain unnamed parties…"

"Hey, Screamer, how 'bout another round over here?" Blitzwing hollered, climbing on top of the energon table and snatching a fresh energon cube. Starscream pushed him off.

"Blitzwing, you glitch-head!" he yelled. "Stop this foolishness at once! You're embarrassing me!"

"G-Great and…g-glorious leader! C-Come back!" Lugnut babbled, chasing after Megatron, who turned around every so often to try and shoot him, but thanks to the energon his usually perfect aim was more than a little off. Spaceflower shrieked as another shot from the cannon nearly blasted her to pieces.

"All right, let's get out of here," Starscream grumbled, pulling Spaceflower out of the main room and into the hallway.

"Thanks," she whispered, leaning her head against his chestplate.

Starscream held her close. "No problem."

"You know…" Spaceflower smiled shyly. "We could go back to your room for a little bit. I mean, just until the party's over."

Starscream glanced at Spaceflower in shock. She wanted to go back to his room? Spaceflower looked up at him, smiling, waiting for an answer.

Should they? Who knew what would happen? Even though both of them were sober enough to think straight, they had consumed quite a bit of energon. And that could scramble one's circuits, especially the kind of energon that Megatron liked. But…was that a bad thing, necessarily? Starscream's spark beat faster at the mere thought of this delectable Decepticon in his bed with him.

"Well, I…I guess we've got nothing to lose," Starscream told her nervously. He was feeling quite similar to the way he felt right before the musical, like he might blow a gasket. Except this time it felt…different, like something good might actually come out of this. Something very good, if he got to experience overload. And if he got to experience Spaceflower's overload too, well…

Starscream allowed himself to be led down the hallway, all the way into his quarters, where his bed was waiting, and his chair too. He sat down in his chair and beckoned Spaceflower to come sit in his lap. She smiled and sat down, and only a few cycles later, the two of them were kissing furiously. Starscream knew straight from that moment during the musical that Spaceflower was a very, very good kisser.

Spaceflower withdrew her lips from Starscream's for one moment. "You know, Starscream…you really are handsome."

"Thank you," he replied, glad she thought that way. He then resumed their kissing, throwing himself into it as he stroked her wings and back.

Spaceflower broke out of the kiss again and began to stroke his wings, too, not too much but enough to make him quiver. She then slid her fingers down to the area around his interface panel (which she carefully avoided), but there was quite a bit of extremely sensitive circuitry around there anyway, and he gasped pleasurably as he felt himself finally release some lubricant. She glanced up and smiled knowingly.

She moved one tantalizing claw back up to his wings again, stroking softly. Her other one was still "exploring" his lower regions. He felt himself beginning to pressurize—more and more, and quickly, too, as she kept this up.

"Don't worry, my love," she cooed. "Just sit back and relax."

That was it. The stimulation of both his wings and his interface region, simultaneously, combined with the sound of her voice (which was enough in itself), was too much for him. His spike let itself out, and Spaceflower gently lifted it right into her mouth, her glossa practically torturing him by now. Starscream moaned with satisfaction, wanting this to go on for at least two megacycles, but finally forced himself to sit up.

"Spaceflower," he asked weakly, "you ready for that bed?"

She laid back on his bed and he climbed on top of her. (He knew he wasn't going to squish her because she was only a little smaller than he was.) He spread her thighs and slid two fingers into her valve as gently as he could, knowing that if he pressed any harder his claws could hurt her. She gasped and smiled, then closed her optics and wrapped her legs around him.

"Listen, my love," he whispered quickly. "If you want me to stop at any time, just…just tell me, okay? I'm not going to force you into anything."

"Who said I wanted you to stop?" Spaceflower breathed. He smiled, and kept his fingers inside her for a good cycle or two, feeling her grow warm with lubricant and feeling himself grow extremely pressurized. He finally took his fingers out and penetrated, wanting to feel her overload almost as much as he wanted to feel his own. Maybe it was the fact that he finally had this beautiful femme he loved in his bed, or maybe it was simply the energon, but he knew he needed this. She gasped again and squeezed her legs tighter around her Seeker.

"Does it…does it hurt?" he asked quickly. "I-I don't want to hurt you."

Spaceflower's optics were still closed, that sweet smile still on her lips. "Feels good…"

He began his thrusting slowly, then quicker as the feeling intensified. He was gasping for breath, focused on the fantastic sensation of moving in and out of her. The stimulation was getting better and better still; he knew his overload would be coming soon.

"I…I don't think I can…last much longer, my love," Starscream hissed, barely able to choke the words out.

"Keep doing…what you're doing…" Spaceflower whispered back.

As both of them somehow lost the ability to talk, Starscream's speech was reduced to loud, enraptured moaning, complemented by Spaceflower's constant, high-pitched squeals of delight. This is wonderful, this is FANTASTIC, this is the best interface I've ever had—OHH dear Primus—

Starscream froze and cried out as his overload hit, filling his whole body with a wave of the best feeling he had ever experienced. He collapsed on top of her, giving a quiet little kind of whine as silvery-white transfluid soaked them both.

Spaceflower shrieked, tensed up, then relaxed, and Starscream knew her own overload had come. She let her legs fall back onto the bed and whimpered with pleasure. He held her close, panting heavily, and slowly withdrew, climbing off of her to lay next to her instead. She snuggled into him, spark beating quickly.

As gently as he could, he stroked her wings and kissed her lips. He realized the two of them were both covered in lubricant and transfluid, but couldn't bring himself to care. He felt himself smiling internally whenever he heard her sigh softly, knowing she was enjoying this. That makes two of us, he thought. He slowly slid one claw down her body and rubbed her inner thighs, kissing the top of her head as she drifted into recharge. Soon, he had done the same.

That afternoon…

Bright sunlight stung Starscream's optics as he slowly forced them open. He looked around, feeling disoriented. What is going on? Why am I still in bed? Why am I all, erm, wet? And for Spark's sake, why is my interface panel open?

Starscream laid back and noticed Spaceflower, still recharging peacefully next to him, a smile on her lips. Oh, yes. The party. The interface. The overload…

Being careful not to wake her, Starscream softly kissed Spaceflower's head again then got out of bed, heading for his self-maintenance facilities. He took a very long, very hot shower (thank Primus he didn't have to share facilities with Lugnut—that was poor Blitzwing), then went down to the main room.

He was kind of taken aback—the room was a mess. There were empty energon cubes scattered everywhere, and gaping holes in the walls from Megatron's fusion cannon. Megatron was gone—probably sleeping off a hangover, Starscream thought, rolling his optics. Lugnut was sprawled out on the floor, apparently still recharging, and Blitzwing was slumped over at the energon table, head down, clutching a big oil barrel. Starscream sat down across from him.

"Um…Blitzwing?" Starscream asked, tapping his wingflap. "What happened to you?"

"Woke up next to Lugnut with huge processor ache," Blitzwing groaned, his Icy face back. He weakly lifted up the oil barrel. "The oil will help."

"Oh for Spark's sake, give me that!" Starscream yelled, snatching the oil barrel away. "Oil only makes it worse, you downgrade! If you want to feel better, you'll just have to wait a few megacycles. Besides, this barrel's almost empty anyway."

"Where did my armor go?" Blitzwing asked drowsily, still not lifting his head up off the table.

"How am I supposed to know?" Starscream said. "For the love of Primus, Blitzwing, you must have consumed half the energon at that party last night."

"W-What party?" Blitzwing mumbled, reaching out for the oil barrel.

"I'm not giving you this, especially if you can't even remember what happened," Starscream snapped.

"N-Need it!" Blitzwing sat up and clapped both servos over his mouth.

"Honestly!" Starscream handed it over, knowing Blitzwing was going to blow a gasket soon, and hurried back to his quarters to see how Spaceflower was faring. When he got there she was still in bed but awake now, both arms folded behind her head. She smiled when she saw Starscream.

"Good morning," Spaceflower said, smiling her beautiful smile.

"More like good afternoon, my love," Starscream replied, sitting down next to her and stroking her head. "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Spaceflower turned over in bed and closed her eyes. "Tired, though."

"It's okay," Starscream told her. "You can take a shower in my facilities, you know, when you're a little less tired. I have my own so nobody will be in there."

"Thanks," she replied.

"No problem." He leaned down to kiss her head again. "Oh and…I suggest you stay away from Blitzwing for a while. He's seriously hung over. Megatron too, I think. Lugnut is still passed out on the floor. My guess is either he had way too much energon or Megatron shot him."

"Or both." Spaceflower giggled.

"Maybe so," Starscream agreed, since that actually wasn't a very far-fetched theory.

Now that she was awake, though, he was wondering if he should mention their interfacing from last night. Had she forgotten everything, like Blitzwing had? It wasn't something that was easy to forget, though. What if she remembered it, but intended to act like it never happened? Starscream shuddered at what she might say if he brought it up—"Last night never happened." What if she decided it was only a "one-night stand"? What if she never spoke to him again?

"You were really great last night," Spaceflower suddenly said.

"So it…it was okay?" Starscream asked nervously, knowing he was blushing again.

Spaceflower reached out, and he hugged her. "Of course, sweetie. We'll have to do it again sometime."

Again? Starscream remembered telling Megatron, back on the Nemesis, that he didn't believe in luck, either. Screw that, he thought. Of course he was lucky! Spaceflower wanted to interface with him again. What do you call that?

Well, talent, maybe. Skill, too. After all, if he was bad in bed, she wouldn't want to interface again, would she? Definitely not…but that wasn't a concern.