Thundercracker slowly returns to himself after several hours, and the aftereffects of the dissociative defense mechanism his mind had activated in response to the traumatic experience of being violated causes disorientation while he regains awareness of his surroundings.
His optics are sluggish to online and when he finally is able to see, he stares up at a dark blue and white figure.
I know you...?
It fills him with confusion when his spark reacts to the sight with an inexplicable deep-rooted fear.
The strong field that gently intermingles with his own is friendly and soothing.
Why is he suddenly afraid?
His right wrist is held in a gentle but firm hold, and he hisses in pain when a needle carefully penetrates one of the larger energon lines located in his lower arm.
"Relax."
The needle is pulled out when the syringe's content has been injected, and an intense warm sensation begins to fill him while the content rapidly flows through his frame and affects his processor and sensory systems. A deep sigh of satisfaction escapes him while the reality around him turns into a strange lucid dream, and he is only distantly aware of what's going on outside his frame, enveloped in a wonderful state of weightlessness that drowns out any thought.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
The warmth grows increasingly stronger while it flows through his systems in an overwhelming continuous wave of desire, and he moans at the intense feedbacks he receives from his frame when his whole sensor net responds to a physical stimulation that aren't there.
His back arcs at the overwhelming sensation of lust that courses through him when possessive hands move down along his frame, and his valve cover slides aside when they reach it.
"You have no idea how much I have missed seeing you like this." Torrent whispers seductively and enjoys the sight of the bared anterior node. He touches it gently with a digit and Thundercracker's hips move against the touch with a desperate whimper.
The blue seeker's field flares with strong sexual desire and Torrent responds with his own desire to lay claim to and completely possess the carrier.
He releases his rigid spike and caresses affectionately along the inside of Thundercracker's legs. They spread willingly and he moves between them. A digit is pushed into the valve and he groans with lust at the wetness that meets him.
"So ready for me."
He positions himself at the entrance to the valve and penetrates it slowly while savoring the tight feeling surrounding him. Thundercracker moans when the tip of the spike bumps against his gestation chamber and Torrent lays down on top of him.
"You feel exactly as I remember you."
It is an intense and wonderful feeling for him to finally be inside his old lover, and he knows that he won't last long.
Thundercracker encircles his waist with his legs and it allows for a deeper penetration.
"What a good little carrier you are." He praises seductively and begins to move.
Sensual blue hands caresses down along his broad shoulders and back while he moves in and out of the seeker's valve with hard deep thrusts, and he enjoys the feeling of how Thundercracker's hips are following his rhythm while the carrier desperately chases his overload.
The overload hits hard, and Thundercracker moans softly as he writhes in pleasure beneath Torrent while his valve tightens hard around the spike deep inside him and causes Torrent to overload the next moment.
"So fucking marvelous." Torrent groans in deep satisfaction at the wonderful feeling of how the tight and clenching valve rhythmically milks him of his transfluid as he ejaculates, and he remains deep within the carrier to savor the pleasurable sensation.
Thundercracker whimpers when he finally pulls his spike out, still lost in a sea of sexual desire from the drug injected into him, and Torrent leaves the berth to sit down in front of the screen that fills the whole right wall of his office to follow the syndicate's activities all over Cybertron.
BREAKING NEWS!
Transport shuttle crashed into enforcer headquarter in Altihex.
He laughs deeply as the news feed pops up on the screen, enjoying the sight of the building engulfed by flames.
Riot and his team always know how to create destruction and divert attention.
An communication request pops up and he accepts it.
::Congratulations with the successful mission.:: The syndicate's supreme leader states.
"It wasn't easy, but you know me. I always find the weak point and uses it to my advantage. D-14 is outdated. Its energon supply is regularly supplied by transport shuttles, and it was easy to hijack the one that carried SD-394's energon supply. No one knew what was going on before it was too late."
::And the warp-gate?::
"Our engineers are busy reverse-engineering it as we speak."
::Good. Keep me updated.::
The connection cuts and Torrent turns his attention back to the screen to follow up on the missions and orders that currently are being carried out.
Status reports are received and he issues new orders before he turns around to stare at Thundercracker.
"How are you feeling, my dear?"
He rises and walks over to sit down beside the carrier on the berth.
"Ready for another round?"
Thundercracker moans softly and leans willingly into his touch when he caresses the seeker's cheek.
"I thought so."
Hotglide looks up from the datapad in his hands when the door to his recovery room opens. He has been through a few minor surgeries after the 'attack' on him, and expects to see a medic enter to ask him how he is feeling.
But it is not a medic, and he frowns when Nacelle enters.
The door closes and the psychiatrist leans against it, studying him intensely.
"I know who you are."
"What are you talking about?" He asks, genuinely confused.
"I must confess that you fooled me."
"You think I had anything to do with-..."
"I don't think. I KNOW!"
Nacelle steps forward and pulls a datapad from his subspace.
"You disabled D-14's cameras, but you were caught on the camera I had placed within their recovery room."
The footage is played on the datapad while the Joint Investigation Unit logo rotates in the background, and Hotglide curses his misfortune.
"Where. Are. They!" Nacelle hisses furiously, and it takes all of his self-restraint to refrain from doing something he will regret later.
Enforcers from the Joint Investigation Unit are on their way to D-14 to pick up the syndicate's undercover agent, and if they are to have a chance to locate Thundercracker and Skywarp before something happens to them, then he can't act out on his desire to kill Hotglide.
Hotglide remains silent, staring challenging at him.
"I will enjoy observing them tear your processor apart to find out who your leader is."
"I still have my rights." Hotglide laughs.
"Not anymore. Haven't you heard it? The High Court has given the Joint Investigation Unit permission to use invasive interrogation on scum like you."
"You're lying!"
"Do I?" Nacelle smiles cruelly, "How do you think I knew about your affiliation? And was it just luck on my part that I had placed a camera inside their room to catch you?"
Hotglide's face pales in fear and his optics move panicked from side to side, as if to look for a way to escape.
"The Joint Investigation Unit managed to capture one of your friends alive at the failed attack on H-10. I can tell you that his mind didn't survive the procedure, so if I were you, then I would tell them what they want to know. They will find out anyway."
Nacelle leaves Hotglide's recovery room when he receives an encrypted message from Prowl and decrypts it.
-Transport shuttle crashed into Altihex enforcer headquarters. Appears to be the one that delivered the energon to SD-394. No one onboard.-
He leans heavily against the wall beside the door, his wings lowering.
Where are they?