Language Most Foul Chapter 2
Soundwave, Starscream decided, was an excellent conversationalist. As long as they avoided topics such as Megatron's numerous failings the second and third in command could get along quite well. And it pleased Starscream to no end that the CCO had forsaken speaking the humans' primitive languages. What was even more amusing was that some of their comrades still had to scramble to understand what they were saying. Smirking, the Air Commander focused on their current topic: how Kaon's early politics influenced Praxian art in the Golden Era. His companion knew a surprising amount about art, and though it was not Starscream's area of expertise it was still a fascinating discussion. The pair was so engaged in their conversation that neither noticed the hungry optics watching them.
Skywarp growled. Watching his mate and superior chat obliviously was grating on his last nerve. He was not jealous of Soundwave. On the contrary, he pitied the mech. The boom box had no idea how many mechs were fantasizing not only about his admittedly delicious body, but also about how his musical voice would sound screaming their names. No, it was the mechs dreaming about Starscream that had him on edge. And his usually observant mate was completely oblivious! Sky could feel Thundercracker tense beside him. Searching for what could have caused his usually cool headed mate to tense, he quickly found the cause of his ire. Motormaster was practically 'facing their mate with his optics! If the brute thought that he could get close enough to their Star to make a move then he was in for a painful surprise.
He stood in the corner of the Rec Room, watching the sapphire mech chat cordially with the Air Commander. He was careful to keep his gaze on his mech, and not the SIC, lest his jealous wingmates get the wrong idea. He had had no idea how possessive the seekers were of each other until he saw Thundercracker, of all mechs, seemingly contemplating Motormaster's demise. He had no desire to get his face ripped off, thank you very much. Instead, he focused on the TIC, content to listen to his smooth voice speak in their native tongue. He was a little embarrassed to admit that he understood less than a quarter of what they were saying. It had been vorns since he had last heard Cybertronian spoken, coupled with the fact that both mechs had delicious voices that made it difficult to concentrate on the actual words. He would have to practice Cybertronian (and being able to concentrate on what Soundwave was saying, as opposed to just listening to him speak) but for now he would watch, and think about how to capture his prize.
Starscream was bemused. He did not let it show, of course, preferring to look on in amusement as his mates shot filthy looks at the room in general. Mechs quickly averted their gazes from the seekers, deciding that picking a fight with the slightly deranged wing-second and wing-third was not worth it, at least at the moment. The red seeker didn't protest as his purple trinemate wrapped his arms around his waist, and a purple flash of light accompanied by a slight jerk warped the three out of the Rec Room. The Air Commander opened his mouth the question his mates, but found his lips being thoroughly ravished by his blue lover. He submitted willingly, deciding that questions could wait until later.
Skywarp watched his mates hungrily, optics drinking in every delicious detail. He could see flashes of glossa dancing together as the two kissed. Thundercracker pulled Starscream's glossa into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Star moaned softly, hands dancing over his lover's plating. Thunder trailed his hands gently over the red seeker's wings, tweaking ailerons and stroking hotspots. Starscream gasped, and pushed his wings into his mate's skilled hands, wordlessly begging for more. He didn't notice as he was guided to the berth until Thundercracker gently pressed him down. Skywarp moved to join them, pulling Screamer's hands over his head. It took a moment for the movement to penetrate the haze of lust, and by the time he realized what had happened, he was firmly chained to the berth.
"What is the meaning of this?" He pulled on his bindings, trying to twist his way out. When the chains held firm, he glared at his mates, demanding an answer. The two just smirked at him.
"Relax Star," Skywarp purred. "We just want to show you how much we adore you. You know you love it when we have you bound." And Starscream did love it, but he would never admit it out loud.
"Let us take care of you Star. We've had so little time together lately, and we miss you." Starscream gave up his halfhearted protests at his thoughtful lover's words. Sensing the changed, Skywarp and Thundercracker pounced. Starscream's last coherent thought that night was that he would enjoy paying his mates back tenfold.