"I love you too."
Thundercracker's spark fills with joy at the confession of love he has longed to hear from Skywarp.
There is no longer any doubt.
He is in love with Skywarp.
The powerful emotion overwhelms him and it feels like his spark is on the verge of bursting with the intensity. He would have loved to go on a flight to burn off the charge the strong feeling causes to flow through his systems, but he can't.
Nacelle has ordered him to stay within the medical bay.
It didn't bother him during Skywarp's coma, but now he feels the harsh restriction, and only the logical reason behind the order keeps him calm.
He is most likely a high-value target.
And they don't know how the syndicate reacquires its targets.
"Thundercracker?"
His attention returns to Skywarp, the black and purple seeker looking at him with worry, and he banishes any thought of whatever it is the syndicate might plan to do with him.
They are not going to ruin this moment.
He is not what they want him to be.
He is strong and confident.
And no one has power over him.
He straddles Skywarp's hips and loses himself in the sensation of the black and purple seeker's exploring hands that caresses his flexible midsection. There is a gentle investigating pressure against the tiny interconnected plates and he moans in pleasure when it stimulates his sensitive gestation chamber located behind them.
"You're so incredibly beautiful, Thundercracker."
His valve ripples in response to the strong sensation of lust that Skywarp's touches cause in his spark and frame, and lost in the pleasure, he reaches down to stimulate his closed valve cover. When the cover slides aside, digits that are not his own rubs gently against his anterior node, and his back straightens in a near painful arc at the new onslaught of pleasure overcoming him.
"You have no idea how much I long to take you right now."
His hips undulate mindlessly, grinding his pelvic plate against black plating and pushing into the touches to his node, bringing him higher and higher with each wave of pleasure as he chases his overload.
"Overload for me."
There is a deliberate sharp pinch to his anterior node and he has no time to react before a hard and merciless overload slams through him.
"I love you. I love you. I love you." He gasps feverishly while the overload cascades through him, and he collapses completely spent on Skywarp's chest while breathing heavily.
Sated in frame and spark, he slowly comes down from his high and relaxes into the thrumming frame beneath him.
He could stay like this forever.
A stifled groan escapes Skywarp, and Thundercracker looks up to meet the black and purple seeker's optics.
"You are amazing, but I need you to move away." Skywarp says, his voice strained, and Thundercracker slowly slides down from the larger seeker's frame.
"What's wrong?" He asks worried.
Did he hurt Skywarp?
A groan of relief leaves the black and purple seeker, and Thundercracker observes confused as Skywarp's hands move down to the spike cover.
OH!
He blushes as Skywarp releases the spike and stares curiously when the black and purple seeker's hand closes around it. The hand moves in a steady rhythm, hips bucking into the movement, and he can feel how Skywarp's smoldering gaze follows the curve of his frame.
In a moment of boldness, he moves into a kneeling position beside Skywarp and displays his still open valve and the glistering fluids from his overload that has gathered at its rim.
Skywarp's hand moves faster and more erratic while strained sounds leaves his vocalizer.
"Don't tempt me or I might stick this into you and have my way with your little valve."
Thundercracker laughs heartily despite the threat.
To have Skywarp react so strongly to the sight of his wet valve fills him with a sense of power he hasn't experienced before. It spurs him on and he stares challenging into Skywarp's optics while he pushes a digit into his valve.
Take that!
"Thundercracker..." Skywarp croaks as he overloads, and the blue seeker stares fascinated as the spike ejaculates thick spurts of transfluid that lands randomly on Skywarp's black plating.
He has never seen that before.
He never bothered to think about how a sire pleasures himself without the use of a carrier, because he was always there in 'The Room', ready for them to use. And none of them ever touched themselves like Skywarp just did.
All of them overloaded inside him.
Took him against his will and sparked him.
And Skywarp...
...is a mystery that keeps confusing him.
He had been ready to be taken, more than willing even, but aside from the threat it didn't seem to occur to Skywarp that he could have used his valve.
Maybe it is the scars...
His valve has been through a lot of abuse.
The physicians at the breeding facility only cared about his gestation chamber and the fact that a spike needed to be able to reach it.
Whatever damage he sustained during the forced interfaces were treated as secondary. During his first time at the facility, they had purposely denied to treat his torn valve opening as a way to break him to their will and make him complacent.
It had resulted in a lot of pain and had worked wonders in breaking him.
He had been grateful when a physician finally treated his injury, only to learn that the reason for it to be treated had been because his opening was so swollen, that they feared that a spike would have difficulty reaching the end of his valve and trigger the opening of his gestation chamber.
The physicians had been the worst among the employees working at the breeding facility. Many took sadistic pleasure in his pain while others regarded him with complete indifference.
He and the sparklings he gave birth to were simply property in their optics.
Never once did he see his sparklings.
A hand caresses his cheek gently and the memory shatters.
"You okay?" Skywarp asks, and Thundercracker leans into the touch with renewed determination.
"I want you to take me, Skywarp." He whispers affectionately.