This chapter is dedicated to all the Twins/Blue fans out there!
Chapter Sixteen
Several groons later, Helios was being tucked into his berth by Optronix; the femme hummed gently as she pulled up the covers to Helios' chin, smiling softly as the youngling returned the smile with drooping optical shutters. Optronix leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehelm, whispering, "We will be home late, alright?"
"Is it that get-together you planned for the Autobots?" he asked rather sleepily as he nestled into his covers.
She nodded, "Yes. Now, recharge well, honey. I love you." she pecked his forehelm once more before straightening herself.
"Night, Carrier... Love you too." he mumbled, optics offlining.
Optronix smiled as she left his room, leaving the door slightly open. The femme met her mate who was patiently waiting at the front door, "Ready?"
Optronix nodded.
Altihex Casino was the largest casino on Cybertron and the best one. Bluestreak had rarely stepped into the casino, having accompanied Smokescreen a few times previously, but each time he visited was another new experience that he had encountered. As the bass-filled music flowed from the speakers all the way up in the ceiling, he felt their pulse bounce off his wings, causing the mech to shiver. Smokescreen bound off towards his old friends and the gunner was left alone to greet others he had hardly seen after the war had ended. He found everyone, from the Prime and his bonded to the minibots. He had found everyone, except the twins. Bluestreak knew that Optronix invited them, this was an Autobot reunion; surely they must have come but left early? No, the party had just started.
Feeling quite low, he found his way to the bar and ordered himself a ultra-grade drink. The gunner sipped the martini-shaped glass, faceplate grimacing at the hard flavor and wondered how mechs drank this.
He was left to ponder in his musings as he continued to sip his drink.
"Are these seats taken?" asked a handsome voice.
Bluestreak froze and his spark galloped. He turned to his left and the familiar faceplate of the golden twin filled his view; he looked to his right and Sideswipe leaned against the counter with his natural, cool grin. He stammered, "Um, yes, I mean, no! Th-they aren't taken. I meant to say, go ahead and sit." his face grew hot.
Sideswipe chuckled, jumping up into the fancy swiveling stool, "Easy there, Blue."
Bluestreak hid himself with the ultra-grade, downing the rest of it in one swallow.
"Since when does Bluestreak drink such strong drinks?" asked Sunstreaker as his twin caught the attention of the bartender.
The gunner shrugged, "Seemed like an appropriate moment." he lapped his glossa in his mouth, not enjoying the aftertaste. He pulled a face at the distaste.
The bartender came around and the twins ordered their drinks. Bluestreak asked for another ultra-grade before the mech could walk off to fetch the orders.
"So what you've been up to, Blue? Indulge us." asked Sideswipe, propping his helm on his servo.
Wings flicked nervously as Bluestreak replied, "N-nothing really. I've been at home, working at the museum. Prowl and Jazz had their bitlet-"
"Prowl sparked?" Sideswipe's optics widened alongside his grin. "Well, now. Who would have thought about that? The SIC and TIC repopulating? How'd the little one come out? Is he a fine little mech?" the bartender came around with their drinks and the twins took theirs.
Bluestreak shook his helm, taking his drink after the twins, "It's not a mech; the little one is a femme. Quite the little cute one at that."
Sideswipe crooned, "Aw, how adorable."
Sunstreaker rolled his optics, "You think any femme is adorable, Sideswipe."
Sideswipe shot his brother a look as he sipped his drink.
"So what about you two? Do any mischief under Prowl's radar?" teased the gunner.
"That one has." said Sunstreaker, "I've been painting and competing in art shows." Sideswipe released an indignant huff, muttering something in contrary of his twin's claim about him.
Bluestreak smiled at Sideswipe softly as he asked the golden twin, "How has that gone?"
The golden twin sighed, taking another sip from his drink before he pivoted his seat around to see the gunner, "They have no competition against me. My art easily surpassed the rest. There were hardly any real artists out there."
There was a flicker of annoyance in his field before it melted away and regained it's calm pulse. Bluestreak fidgeted slightly, pulling in his field to avoid exposing his overly warm feelings to the twins. Yet, Sideswipe's field seemed to follow his, "You know, Blue... we've been thinking..."
The red frontliner scooted his stool over closer to the smaller mech; Bluestreak's spark pounded in its chamber as Sideswipe drew closer. He forced himself not to stammer, not to give away his nervousness, "You, thinking? Sunstreaker thinking is one thing, but you? That's bad."
Sideswipe chuckled, "Aw, don't be that way. Besides, I wasn't finished with my sentence."
Bluestreak turned away from Sideswipe, attempting to hide his blush, but the moment he turned, he noticed how close the golden twin was from him and jumped slightly. Sideswipe continued, "As I was saying previously, we've been thinking mainly of you."
"M-Me?" he sounded slightly surprised, yet relieved at the same time. He could hear his spark pounding within his audios as the hue on his cheeks darkened.
Sideswipe gave a slight nod; Bluestreak's vents hitched quietly as he felt a servo stroke his thigh and brush its way upwards. The red twin pressed his nasal ridge into Bluestreak's cheek, stroking him softly before whispering into his audio, "Yes, you. Who else?"
Bluestreak didn't reply, leaning into the other mech. He felt his emotions swirl around within his frame, excitement dominating the majority of what he felt. The twins had been thinking about him! But wait... what if this was a joke of some sort?
"You aren't... messing with me, are you?" Bluestreak asked, being cautious. Yet, the question itself sounded defiant.
Sunstreaker scoffed before he growled, "If we weren't interested, we would have been flirting with the waitresses."
Bluestreak flinched, his field expanding out in apology, "I-I'm sorry. It's just that I-I've been thinking too... about you two and whether or not if you wanted me back in your lives because I wanted you back in mine..."
The servo on his thigh went up to cup Bluestreak's cheek, the thumb stroking gently, "Well, then, we are glad the feelings are mutual." he pressed a needy kiss to Bluestreak's lips and the gunner found himself pressing into the frontliner, his kiss just as needy as Sideswipe's. The red twin parted all too soon, leaving Bluestreak whimpering.
"Nothing for me?" whispered Sunstreaker closely to Bluestreak's audio; chills went up and down the smaller mech's frame as Bluestreak turned around in Sunstreaker's direction and met the other pair of lips. Once parting, Bluestreak spoke softly, "I've missed you two so much."
Both mechs smiled as they said in perfect unison, "As did we." their voices mixed together so beautifully.
Bluestreak allowed himself to giggle.
Sideswipe stood up, downing his drink in one swallow, "C'mon, let's enjoy ourselves. This is a party after all."
Sunstreaker followed in his example, offering a servo to Bluestreak who gladly accepted it. As the three mechs walked away from the bar and into the gaming area, the gunner asked, "Are we courting again?"
The twins exchanged a swift glance, using their twin bond to briefly communicate before Sideswipe answered his question, "We were thinking of something more permanent."
As the words were processed, Bluestreak widened his optics; this was all too true! His jaw fell and words failed to leave his vocoder, stuck in his intake. Sunstreaker chuckled, closing Bluestreak's mouth with a single motion, "That's right, Blue."
The gunner felt a crash begin to approach, but he shoved it away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the twins' waists and pulled them close to his frame. It did not matter which chest it was, but he buried his faceplate in one and listened to the thrumming of the spark in its chamber. In moments, he felt powerful arms snake around him and their chastises pressed against his own in a tight hold, not that Bluestreak minded.
His voice was small, "Could we bond... right now?"
Sideswipe chuckled from behind, nipping at the cabling in the crook of Bluestreak's neck, "We could, but we just got to the party." the gunner bit his lip, tilting his helm to the side to allow the mech more access to his neck.
"I know, but I don't want to wait..."
[[Perhaps we could, in one of the dressing rooms.]] said the red twin to his brother.
Sunstreaker hummed, [[Blue is eager to bond with us and if we wait until the end, Prowl may see us accompany him. I haven't seen him yet, my guess he's holed up in a closet with Jazz.]]
[[So take advantage of the opportunity now instead of later?]]
[[Yes.]]
Bluestreak whined, effectively regaining their attention. "Guys?"
"We know just the spot, Blue. Don't worry." assured Sideswipe before he took ahold of Bluestreak's servo and began to lead them off. The gunner reached for Sunstreaker's servo, holding it in his own and pulled for him to follow. They were led past aisles full of games and slots and over into the theater department. Hastily moving up the stage steps, Sideswipe maneuvered them through the lightly lit halls and into a dressing room. Bluestreak's anticipation could be felt in his field from the moment the dressing room's door locked shut; the lights weren't bothered to be onlined. Left in the dark with only the light of their optics brightening some of the room, Bluestreak found himself squished between the frontliners once again and their servos stroked up his sides. The twin behind him-which he was sure was Sunstreaker- pressed his lips against one of his wings as a servo stroked the underside, effectively earning himself a soft mewl from Bluestreak.
"I suppose you haven't seen anybot else since we've courted?' asked Sideswipe as he licked the Praxian's cheek.
Bluestreak hummed, "No. Not one could bring me the satisfaction that you and Sunstreaker brought me." he found Sideswipe's lips as his servos trailed to find familiar seams.
"Good," murmured Sunstreaker from behind, holding fast onto the wing he was kissing and trailing his glossa, preventing it from twitching. "We like it that way... just us... giving you pleasure."
Bluestreak smirked as he tasted the glossa of the red twin, savoring it-bypassing the aftertaste of their drinks- and enjoying it. He sucked on the other's glossa lightly and he heard Sideswipe's engine give a rev. A wandering servo fell down, palming at Sideswipe's spike panel and the frontliner groaned, rubbing against it; this caused the golden twin grind from behind, feeling the spike in arousal from his twin. Bluestreak wiggled his aft into Sunstreaker with a giggle and a squeeze to his aft was the retaliation followed by a grope.
"Want you both... so bad it hurts..." whispered Bluestreak.
Sideswipe chuckled with a small pant. "Do you think you can fit us again? It hurt your first time."
"I'm not a virgin, Sideswipe." said Bluestreak as he bit on the other's bottom lip.
Sunstreaker lifted his helm from the Praxian's neck, whispering, "We know. Since you haven't seen anybot, your valve hasn't been used. More than likely, it's going to be a tight fit. A really tight fit."
Bluestreak rubbed his aft against Sunstreaker's panel once more, "Care to find out?"
Both twins growled as there was a spike of arousal in their fields. Sideswipe rubbed his palm between Bluestreak's legs, "We would love too, baby Blue."
He moaned, grinding against Sideswipe's palm. The mech whimpered as their chastises pulled away, but he was guided down to a lounge chair and he laid down on the comfortable cushions. Bluestreak moaned as their servos felt up and down his thighs, rubbing gently before they began to fondle with his panel. His frame reacted quicker than Bluestreak himself, his panel flicking open ready with his fluids heavily coating his walls and a heat pulsated through it, calipers ready to grip their spikes. Bluestreak's valve was met with a cool wave of air and he released a quiet moan as he begged, "Please..."
Bluestreak's vents hitched as soon as two digits entered his valve and gripped them tightly as they moved in and out once finding a rhythmic tempo. The smaller mech moaned as sensors spurred to life at the stimulation, long untouched, his hips rocking gently.
"We're gonna stretch you out, Blue. Just relax, alright?" said the red frontliner in warning.
Bluestreak nodded. "O-Okay..."
He felt the digits push against his walls, the number of said digits increasing one by one. Bluestreak bit his lower lip, optics dimmed as he watched the dark figures of the twins work on him. After what seemed like an eternity, Sideswipe spoke after there were two audible clicks, "Ready, baby Blue?"
The Praxian whimpered in need, "Yes..."
He felt the twins shift their positions and he raised his hips as one of the spikes was nudged into his awaiting valve. Bluestreak moaned as it slid in almost entirely; the second spike came in and stopped halfway, unable to go further without it being painful. The digits were removed and the three mechs allowed their groans to fill the room. Bluestreak's spark skipped a pulse as he attempted to shift his hips around the two cables within him, crying aloud.
"Relax..." whispered Sunstreaker as he restrained himself from thrusting into the tight spacing.
Bluestreak took a moment to control his vents before nodding at the twins, "Alright... nn... go."
The movements were slow as the thrusts came; Bluestreak moaned as the sensation he had long missed came back to him in one strong wave. His valve held the two spikes as they slid in and out at inverted times. One slid in as the other came out, that pattern repeating over and over.
The twins groaned softly as they worked over their beloved mech, servos teasing sweet and sensitive areas hidden in Bluestreak's frame. Once they were sure that Bluestreak could handle them, they quickened their tempo. Sunstreaker leaned down, nipping at Bluestreak's chevron and sucking at its edge; the Praxian released a pleasurable cry, jerking his hips and clenching the spikes.
"Hnn... so good..." whimpered Bluestreak as he brought up his servos and stroked Sunstreaker's helm fins. As he laid there, legs wide and splayed, Bluestreak could not feel any other emotion than the satisfaction he currently felt. He had both mechs in his arms and they wanted to bond with him! Bluestreak feared that all of this was his processor creating a fantasy of what he wanted as he was recharging. If he was, he did not want to wake.
This was too beautiful for him to fathom.
Movements as liquid as can be, sensations so lively, Bluestreak melted as he allowed his chestplates to reveal the rapidly pulsing spark within. The twins gazed upon it, vision lightly hazy, and their faces were illuminated. Their chestplates opened and Bluestreak's spark showed his pulse skip once. Glowing orbs were in sync, pulsing as one spark.
"Beautiful..." Bluestreak breathed with a following moan.
The twins smiled as they leaned down, their sparks joining to create a complete spark; one firm tendril kept their owners alive as they joined. Bluestreak propped himself up, lifting his chest to meet the sparks of the twins. As firewalls were dropped, Bluestreak felt the connection surge through him, more powerful than any sensation he had ever felt in his lifestream. The first thing that he encountered were their memories, their struggling childhood, their gladiatorial times, the war that had ended not long ago and so much more. His vision was filled with the image of the twins and everything they had encountered. Bluestreak felt their essences swirl around with his in a dance as fragments of their sparks exchanged with one another. Should one of them die, the others would follow or walk with a half spark bound to die in depression. Once the bond was sealed, their systems overloaded; Bluestreak cried as his valve gripped the spikes thrusting within him and milked the members, their contents spilling into Bluestreak's valve thickly.
His chest arose and fell heavily as his valve spasmed around the two, arms holding the twins closely to his frame. The mech spilled his satisfaction, his happiness and gratefulness into their newly formed bond and he was drowned by the love of the twins. Their sparks returned to their respective chambers and they laid on the lounge chair without a spoken word or movement.
[[I love you.]] whispered Bluestreak through their bond.
The two mechs pressed a soft kiss to their mate's cheeks, their response in unison, [[We love you too.]]