Chapter 11

Skywarp resurfaced from the land of oblivion to the sound of voices. They were heavy and hushed, clearly mechs, and they were speaking in medical jargon. If she wasn't so sluggish, the words might have actually made sense. Her processor prepared for a willing power-down, chalking the entire affair to a drunken night with Sunny and Sides where Wheeljack and Ratchet were now deciding how to make her hang-over go away fast. It likely wasn't anything to get worked up about.

"And she's awake," a familiar voice called. "Or at least coherent for the next few minutes before she decides to flop back into recharge, the lazy aft. Good to see that some things remain consistent across the factions."

Yelping in alarm, Skywarp started flailing. Or at least she tried to; her limbs and wings were restrained to the berth, keeping her still even though she wanted nothing more than to leap out off of the berth and flee. That was Mixmaster that had just spoken and wherever he was that meant that the other Constructicons were nearby. That meant she was in the Decepticon base.

Holy slag, she was in the Decepticon base with her Autobot insignias in full sight, strapped to a medical berth with the Constructicons lurking nearby. She was going to offline.

"No, no, no, no, no," she whimpered as she struggled to get loose. "Oh no…no…no!"

"Skywarp," Hook growled as his appeared beside her and pushed her down onto the berth. "Calm down. If you don't, I'm going to have to sedate you and Starscream will have my head if you're out for another few joors. You aren't in danger; Megatron's made sure that no one is coming in here without a serious reason to."

"And I can trust you how?" Skywarp snarled.

"Because you're still online," another voice called.

The cadence was familiar, but the voice itself was new and she was not sure if she liked it. She tried to flare her wings in warning, shifting unhappily as Hook started running scans on her without a single word. She tried to look past the foot of her berth, but as soon as she caught sight of the privacy curtains, Hook pushed her head back down and tapped her nose as he told her to stay still. It was so tempting to just start whining and bemoaning the situation, but she stayed quiet to let the medic finish his scans. The sooner he was done, the sooner she could bolt and find somewhere safe to hide.

She heard the curtain move and she knew the owner of the voice had just left. Voices, muted ones that sounded displeased, drifted through the curtain before three distinct footfalls re-entered the closed off area. Hook grumbled as he finished his scans and instructed Mixmaster to start releasing the restraints on her left.

Bracing herself, Skywarp waited until all of the restraints were loosed to try to teleport. Unfortunately, Hook was far too used to her actions and simply grabbed her wing to make her squeal and stop. Whimpering as he easily held her in place, she looked up at him with her best puppy-dog optics and waited for him to let go.

He wasn't fooled. "You teleporting to the other side of the base would be the dumbest thing you have ever done," he stated calmly. "Aside from disguising yourself as a mech and leaking information to the Autobots for millennia, that is. Honestly, how Megatron never clued in that two of his Elite Trine Seekers were giving away important information that they were only allowed to know I haven't the faintest idea."

"How long did it take you to figure it all out?" Skywarp demanded with a pout.

"I knew since you first opened your mouth," Hook smirked. "You still spoke like the sparkling that stayed on Ratchet's shoulders while he was teaching."

Skywarp's wings sprang up around her head and she stared at Hook. "You went to his lectures?" she demanded in shock. "I didn't think anyone remembered those!"

"Hard to forget Ratchet the Hatchet," Hook chuckled before he glanced over his shoulder. "You can let him go; she won't have time to move."

Hook pulled away and, sure enough, before Skywarp could initiate the program to teleport, Thundercracker flattened her to the berth. She squealed in surprise before she happily tucked herself into his chassis and purred as his hands stroked over her wings and back. Hook did not say a word as he moved away, speaking with Mixmaster about her condition. They left the private curtain and Thundercracker let her sit up just enough for Soundwave to sneak in behind her. She laughed as he easily pulled both of them onto his lap and nuzzled her neck.

She rested her head on his chest, flicking her wings carefully as her trinemates-to-be nuzzled and comforted her. She was safe sandwiched between them. It was a good place to be. Safe and warm, snuggled between the chassis of her trinemates. Thundercracker, with his calm demeanor, and Soundwave, who was terrifying to anyone that had not felt him snuggle against them in post-overload bliss.

"At least you've calmed down," the voice from earlier commented in amusement.

Skywarp lifted her head to politely tell the intruder to frag off, but she could only stare at the mech standing at the end of the berth. Cold blue optics watched her from a dark face while an all too familiar smile toyed with the mech's thin dermas. The large, white wings twitched in amusement while the blue arms crossed over his chest. The red chest rose and fell slowly with the mech's venting. Skywarp's wings trembled in shock and then she snarled.

"You got the upgrade before I did!" she screeched. "That's not even fair, Starscream!"

Starscream let out a soft chuckle as he shifted his weight to show off his new chassis. It was so different from the one he had used as his disguise that it was hard to believe that he had decided to go for such a boxy look. He was still thin and sleek, but there was a solidness to him that Starscream had not possessed as a femme. It was fitting. And the voice was smooth and rather attractive now, rather than screechy and forced. And those claws just screamed "kink".

"I'm older, Skywarp; of course I got the upgrade first," he teased. "I think I look quite nice, don't you?"

"The voice is an improvement," Skywarp shrugged. "Still got some sparkling-bearing hips."

"That doesn't go away with a simple upgrade," Starscream smirked before she tilted her head to the side. "Now, you should likely talk with your trinemates about your upgrades and living conditions. I've got to go track down Skyfire and make sure he isn't looming over anyone and growling when they mention me."

Waving, Starscream turned and left. Soundwave's fingers slid south and played with Skywarp's panel, purring softly in her audio. With a simple roll of her optics, Skywarp let it slide back and tipped her head to kiss the underside of his jaw.

"You are a demanding slagger," she huffed.

Megatron moaned as Skyfire continued his unrelenting pace. It shocked him that the gentle giant could move so harshly, but he was not complaining. He had never been submissive to anyone before, but the instant he had tried to push it onto the larger mech, he found himself on all fours with the shuttle nuzzling him and asking how hard he wanted it.

And Skyfire was blessed with a very good size. How he could fit in Starscream much smaller chassis was beyond his comprehension. Or the mech was a testament to the magic of foreplay. Megatron was more than large enough to handle the stretch though, something that he adored even if he did feel a little strange at being under him.

Skyfire's fingers slipped between his as his dentas sank into the scruff of his neck. Megatron gasped in pain at the feeling, but it was drowned by the pleasure that filled him as Skyfire pushed in deep and overloaded. The spreading of heat in his lower regions brought on Megatron's own overload and the berth below him was covered in dark purple fluids. They slumped to the berth in a heap, purring contently as they shifted slightly to cuddle.

"Mmm, Starscream was right," Skyfire sighed softly as he kissed Megatron's neck and licked over the wound he had left on his scruff. "You really do look wonderful when you overload."

Megatron let out a low noise as he nipped at Skyfire's chin. "Of course he would," he grumbled a little bit.

Skyfire purred as the door to the room opened and Starscream walked in. He lifted an optic ridge at them, an attractive smile sliding across his face as he walked over to the berth and climbed up beside him. Kissing his shoulders, he contently wrapped his legs around Megatron's waist and hugged him close.

"I see from the mess that Skyfire showed you why he is trineleader?" he teased.

"Don't start," Megatron warned. "I don't particularly feel like being the Omega."

"You have the same rank as I do," Starscream teased. "You and I keep him upright."

Megatron chuckled before he sensed that they were plotting something. He gave them both uneasy looks, not trusting whatever they were conversing about. Starscream's fingers slid up his chest to stroke at the seam. Huffing a little at the pleasurable sensation, he glanced back at him and glared.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Well, Skyfire and I would like to complete our trine now that he had made it very clear to you that he is in charge," Starscream replied with a smile that made his blue optics twinkle. "What do you say, Lord Megatron? Care to enter into a Seeker trine officially?"

"I better not get knocked up as soon as this happens," Megatron warned as he let his chest plates separate to show off the trembling red sphere.

"Not likely," Starscream laughed. "I'm out of season. And a red spark; how very rare."

A long claw rolled over his spark and Megatron gasped softly at the sensation. He heard their chest plates separate and he stared at the glowing golden orb in front of him. He blinked in awe as Skyfire's arm looped under him and pulled Starscream up onto Megatron's shoulder. His swirling blue spark trembled as they lay in a triangle with their sparks at the center.

Inhaling slowly, Megatron let himself be pulled to Skyfire and fused his spark with theirs. It was an instantaneous explosion of understanding and feelings. Reeling, he let Skyfire's bulk anchor him as their understanding and love mixed inside of him.

Love. Love. Love. Mine. Affection. Ours. Foolish. Brilliant. Love. Love. Perfect. Finally. Complete. Complete. Complete.

Ours.

Skywarp flicked a wing as Hook handed her a cube of energon. He did not say a word about the purring Thundercracker on her back or the watchful Soundwave that was currently pinning him with a terrifying glare. He shifted his weight just enough to lever his own glare at Soundwave before he snorted.

"That was a dumb move," he commented. "She isn't out of stasis three minutes and you two have her overloading. No energon in her system for joors and you deplete them even lower."

"Bite me," Thundercracker grumbled as he tucked his face into Skywarp's neck as she drank the energon.

He yelped as Hook leant over and bit his wing without hesitation. Staring at him in shock, Thundercracker ignored Skywarp's gagging laugh as he folded his wings down indignantly. Soundwave's chassis trembled with a growl and Hook waved him off.

"Cool it, tomcat," he chuckled. "I didn't leave a dent in his lovely wings."

"Better not have," Thundercracker grumbled as he shot Skywarp a glare as she started hiccupping.

"I haven't seen someone bite someone else's wing since Coder did that to Starscream!" she giggled as she covered her mouth.

"Exactly," Hook snorted before he looked at her. "You'll have a few orns to recover; I want you in top condition before I even start talking about the upgrade with you. Considering your age, there might be some dangers that I and my brothers will have to be careful of. And then we have to figure out where these two clinging vines can stay to watch."

Stroking her intendeds' heads, Skywarp smirked a little. "I'm sure they'll want to watch something as boring as getting a mass injection."

"So long as it doesn't all go to your aft, I won't care," Thundercracker grumbled. "It's perfect just how it is."

Blushing a little, Skywarp coughed and handed Hook the empty cube. He didn't say a word as he turned and walked away, leaving them to talk amongst themselves. Soundwave's hands started stroking over her hips. He didn't say anything, but Thundercracker did shift enough to press his face between her wings. She mewled softly and arched against him, blushing more as both of their hands starts playing with her hips.

"You're mean," she huffed before yipping as one of their hands cupped her exposed valve. "Hey! Foreplay first!"