Hours later that night…
"Wow, Starscream, this'll be your fourth overload tonight!" Spaceflower cried. "You are absolutely fantastic!"
"Yes, th-that's it! F-Fantastic!" Starscream was downright euphoric at this point, scarcely aware of where he was. He was focused on Spaceflower's fingers stroking the extremely sensitive wires surrounding his spike, which was still inside of her, as it had been for the past three megacycles or so. She was on top of him at this particular moment (they had "experimented" quite a bit with their positioning), and by this point their circuits were completely scrambled.
"M-My spark chamber's going to explode!" Spaceflower gasped, increasing the pace of her thrusting.
"Just…just take me with you, my love," Starscream grunted, and flipped her up without withdrawing. She shrieked and sighed pleasurably, wrapping her legs around him and hugging him close. He started thrusting even harder than she had, digging his claws into Blitzwing's bed. She dug her claws into him, not enough to draw energon but enough to inflict pain—pleasurable pain…
Now Starscream was screaming for mercy, as had been predicted, and so was Spaceflower. He yanked one of her claws out of his shoulder and squeezed it tight. He was making no attempt whatsoever to hold back his moaning now, and it was getting louder and louder. Megatron was very unlikely to walk in on Starscream and Spaceflower this time, considering how wonderful that had ended up last time, but the two of them were just so immersed in their interfacing, they weren't even thinking about it. They couldn't…it felt too good.
Spaceflower inadvertently shoved her claw even deeper into Starscream's shoulder; raw energon spewed out and leaked onto the bed sheets and her faceplates as Starscream moaned again, squeezing her claw even tighter and pressing his lips onto hers. She gave a slightly higher-pitched squeal and kissed back, harder (glossa involved now) until Starscream let out his loudest screech yet as fantastic, glorious overload finally seized him.
"My…my l-love," Starscream gasped, closing his optics and collapsing down. Blitzwing's room was rather…blurry, and Starscream's spark was pounding furiously as he held his beloved close, waiting for his cooling fans to kick in. If truth be told, he was just hoping he wouldn't go offline. He had never experienced interface that intense since…well…ever.
He forced his optics open again and looked around. The sight was pretty shocking, and not in a good way. Starscream's raw energon, aggressively clawed out by Spaceflower, was all over the bed sheets, not to mention his sticky, silvery-white transfluid from rounds one, two, three and now four. Both of them had released liberal amounts of lubricant, too, and that was always messy. The bed sheets themselves were, again, clawed to shreds.
Starscream withdrew and rolled over on his back, realizing, with great dread, that he had been very, very wrong when he claimed Blitzwing "wouldn't have the faintest idea" if interfacing went on in his room while he was out with Blackarachnia.
"There's no way we'll be able to clean up this mess in time…" Spaceflower hugged Starscream close and he kissed her head. She stroked his shoulders and he yelped in pain. Oh slag…now he was going to have wounds in his shoulders, just because of Spaceflower's clawing? Well, at least she hadn't gone for the wings…
"I think you should…stay away from that area for a little while," Starscream suggested weakly.
"Oh, Primus, did I—?" Spaceflower sprang up and stared at the energon on the bed sheets. She looked around then and rubbed Starscream's injury, biting her lip with remorse. "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to…I mean…I—"
"Don't worry," Starscream reassured her. "It actually felt pretty nice. And besides, they're trivial enough that my self-repair will take care of it."
"I just…I feel so bad, though," she said, laying next to him again. He reached down and gently took her servo in his. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Starscream smiled and kissed her head. "I know. Trust me, my dear. I'll stay online."
Spaceflower smiled back, then, and began stroking Starscream's wings with her free claw. Amazingly (just amazingly!), he felt himself starting to re-pressurize…AGAIN? Well…she was handling his wings, which were sensitive not only because they consisted of delicate circuitry designed specifically to help him fly well and fast, but also because he had been branded on both sides of both his wings, and his circuits had never completely healed from that.
"Is there a spike around here that needs some lovin'?" Spaceflower asked sweetly, letting go of Starscream's wings and caressing his port-and-valve region.
"That would be fine…if you want to offline me this time," Starscream choked, jumping at the sudden stimulation. "I might be great in bed, my love, but seriously, there's only so much I can handle."
"Sorry," she giggled. "I actually think I need a little recharge now, anyway. Overloading is wonderful, but it sure takes a lot out of you."
Starscream agreed…recharge would be nice, right now, especially because he had Spaceflower, the love of his life cycle, right alongside him…ahhh, yes, that's grand…
The two of them forgot completely about the messy evidence of interface (and multiple overloads) on Blitzwing's bed as they both drifted peacefully into stasis, right in each others' arms.
Later…
"HEY! GET UP! NOW!"
That was the very first thing Starscream heard as he drifted out of peaceful stasis. He opened his optics to find Blitzwing (with his Hothead face on) standing right above him, and Blackarachnia too. He looked out the window and saw that it was around the crack of dawn; golden rays of light were stretched across the morning sky, letting him know that the sun was still rising and it was much too early to be up.
"What's the big idea?" Starscream asked, rubbing his head. He had a little bit of a processor ache. "What's going on?"
"You know what is going on!" Hothead yelled. "We know what you did last night!"
"As usual, I have no idea what you're talking about, Blitzwing," Starscream declared, but as he looked around, he wondered why he bothered. The bed was just as messy as it had been last night.
"Do not try that with me, Starscream!" Blitzwing poked Starscream in the chestplate angrily, Hothead still present. "If you are going to interface, could you at least do it in YOUR room? What are you, a couple of sparklings? Can we not trust you at all?"
Spaceflower sat up then, looking a little tired. "Blitzwing? Blackarachnia? Where…where am I?"
"You're still in Blitzwing's room, where you and Starscream apparently had an exciting overload montage," Blackarachnia replied, crossing her arms.
"Well, you guys probably came in here to interface, too," Spaceflower snapped back.
"That's none of your business!" Blackarachnia yelled.
"Either way," Icy said matter-of-factly, "Starscream and Spaceflower are going to clean up this mess all by themselves."
"What?" Starscream hollered, sitting up.
"It's only fair, my love," Spaceflower said. "After all…it is Blitzwing's bed…and we did mess it up…"
"Okay, okay," Starscream muttered.
"I'll change the bed sheets," Spaceflower continued. "And you can start cleaning up the floor."
The floor? What was wrong with the—
"Oh slag!" yelled Starscream, realizing he was still missing his armor, and Spaceflower was missing hers, too. Their armor, at this present moment, was spread out all over the floor, shoved off in an overload-induced frenzy.
"It's okay," she reassured him. "You can take a shower after we do our cleaning, and then we can go grab some energon."
"My interface panel's still open, isn't it?" Starscream asked, laying back down in Blitzwing's bed.
"Yes," Spaceflower told him. "Yes it is…but don't worry. I find it rather…attractive."
She found it attractive? That was…great!
"Why thankyou, my love," Starscream replied, taking her into his arms and, yet again, they started to make out…until they were shot with spider-web and one of Blitzwing's guns, simultaneously.
"Hey!" Starscream hollered. "Watch it!"
"Close your interface panel, you disgusting Decepticon!" Blitzwing hollered.
"And put your armor back on, both of you," Blackarachnia added. "You're making me sick."
"You're just jealous," Spaceflower replied airily, "because we had a wonderful night filled with action and you got nothing…"
"What are you talking about?" Icy asked. "We went dancing…and that was fun."
"Dancing, big deal," Starscream said. "Bet you didn't have four overloads."
"Four overloads?" Blitzwing asked, looking amazed. "How did you—"
"I don't want to hear about it!" Blackarachnia shouted, covering her audio receptors. "Just get the slagging cleaning done!"
Starscream nodded, Spaceflower scowled, and Blitzwing and Blackarachnia left the room.
"I hate her so much!" Spaceflower cried, as soon as the other couple was out of earshot.
"Just…just change the sheets, okay?" Starscream really didn't want to hear his girlfriend complaining about her enemy at this point, despite the fact that he and Megatron had just as intense an enemy-ship, perhaps even more so.
Spaceflower nodded then and changed the sheets as Starscream tidied up the floor slightly and put back on his armor. Spaceflower put her armor back on, too, the two of them took showers, and then they went back to their own room.
"It's still kind of early," Spaceflower said. "Want to go back to sleep?"
"Absolutely," Starscream agreed, and so they did.
That next morning (when it wasn't such an ungodly hour)…
Spaceflower gently lifted Sweetie out of her cradle and she and Starscream headed for the kitchen, both of them very thirsty. Starscream grabbed some energon, while Spaceflower got herself and Sweetie some oil.
Megatron, Blitzwing, Blackarachnia and Lugnut were already at the table at this point, enjoying their energon and motor oil too. Starscream and Spaceflower both thought it would be best to ignore Blitzwing and Blackarachnia, considering the episode from the night before, so Spaceflower just smiled innocently and started feeding Sweetie her motor oil.
"Oil!" Sweetie shrieked, waving her arms back and forth.
Spaceflower laughed and cooed, in her "sparkling-friendly" voice, "You're such a cute wittle sparkwing, aren't you? Yes you are. Yes you are! Now do you want your motor oil?"
Starscream was, as usual, listening raptly (and looking kind of dazed), optics staring, claws folded beneath his chin. Spaceflower's beautiful voice, of course, naturally had the power to hypnotize anyone, but Starscream was still very much in love with her anyway.
Suddenly he felt a hard smack! to the back of his head that brought him both painfully and instantaneously back to reality.
"Starscream!" Megatron yelled. "I asked you a question!"
"Oh…um…what is on your processor, my liege?"
"Do you have any idea what happened to my old Great Wars battle trophy?" Megatron asked, sounding impatient. "I could have sworn I kept it on my shelf with my other battle trophies but this morning I found it missing."
You just LOVE bragging about all your stupid trophies, don't you, Megatron? Starscream thought, resisting the urge to roll his optics. But hey! Starscream wasn't a wimp either! As a Seeker, he could fly much faster and much better than Megatron could, and he had pretty awesome null-rays for weapons. And he was much more handsome. Spaceflower had said that herself, many times. And let's not forget how much Megatron loved to brag about his "superior military mind". Starscream's "military mind" was great, too! Megatron was just full of—
"Answer the question!" Megatron hollered, smacking the back of Starscream's head again.
"Um…no, I don't know where it could be," Starscream lied. How dumb was Megatron? Obviously it was that idiot Lugnut. Lugnut was always stealing Megatron's things and adding them to that shrine of his.
"Well, figure it out!" Megatron commanded. "I'm a very busy Decepticon and I haven't got all solar cycle!"
"Forget it!" Starscream yelled back, before he could stop himself. "If you want your slagging trophy so much, go find it yourself!"
"Silence, fool!" Megatron smacked Starscream for the third time that day, knocking him onto the table. Spaceflower had stopped feeding Sweetie her motor oil and was staring at them. Starscream lifted his head up angrily, preparing to retort, when they heard a POP!
"What the…?" Starscream looked around and found his sparkling now sitting right next to him.
Spaceflower looked shocked. "Sweetie? How did you get over there?"
"Mommy!" Sweetie laughed, and—POP!—she was right by Spaceflower again.
"Did she just…?" Starscream dropped his energon cube in amazement.
"I do believe she just teleported." Now, even Megatron looked shocked.
"Come to Daddy!" Starscream said to Sweetie.
"Daddy!" Sweetie shrieked happily, and—POP!—she was sitting right by Starscream again.
"Teleportation," Megatron continued pensively. "That is a very useful skill for a future Decepticon, Seeker or no."
"This is wonderful!" Spaceflower cried, and ran over to the sparkling. "I can't believe she can teleport! What a wonderful power!"
"But…how did she learn to do it?" Starscream asked.
"It is relatively instinctive, just as transformation and flying are," Megatron replied. "However, she will still need to learn to harness this power."
"And we can help her." Spaceflower hugged Sweetie and kissed her head. "Oh, I'm so proud of her!"
"I am too," Starscream added, walking up to Spaceflower and putting his arm around her. "Now I know we have a talented Seeker in the making."