Motormaster's Awesome Day, Chapter 9
Title: Motormaster's Awesome Day
Author: Kyra Neko-Rei
Rating: R this chapter
Warnings: Interfacing.
This Chapter: Motormaster needs energy, and winds up spending more than he takes in.
It didn't last. No sooner had Scavenger finished cleaning him than Blast Off and Astrotrain stumbled into the medbay, both with the sort of damage that comes from a fistfight turned free-for-all with the furniture, and Scavenger went to join Hook in repairing him. Motormaster walked out only mildly miffed, and still feeling rather better than he had all morning.
He was still in charge, wasn't he? For another four hours. He smirked, and headed for the command center.
A low-energy-levels warning popped up on his HUD.
He frowned. Self-repair and operating while injured took a lot of energy. He was hungry, come to think of it. On the other hand, he was still on duty, and had enough to hold out for a few more hours. He ignored it.
Stepping off the turbolift, he encountered Thrust.
This he didn't ignore, and threw a punch at the back of Thrust's helm, payback for the stupidity he'd been forced to endure earlier. Thrust let out an undignified yelp and stumbled sideways . . . into Dirge and Ramjet. Motormaster had no sooner realized this than Ramjet's reinforced nosecone impacted with his midsection and Dirge's fist impacted with his head.
By the time that fight was finished, with all three jets stumbling for the medbay and Motormaster standing unsteadily against the near wall, victorious but once again rather injured, his energy levels were pinging critical.
Slag.
Medbay would be full for some time; Motormaster staggered down to the rec room.
The rec room was full of Seekers.
No, that wasn't entirely accurate; there were only two Seekers present in the room, Thundercracker and Skywarp, but they were interfacing on the couch and making enough noise to pass for an entire flock of them, and Motormaster just stopped and stared at them for a long moment, until another fuel warning pinged in his processor and he moved toward the energon dispenser, most of his attention still on them.
Having held the cube under the appropriate dispenser nozzle for what felt like the right amount of time, he brought it up to his lips and tilted it up.
No energon was forthcoming. It was several seconds before he realized this. He turned his full attention to the display readout, which displayed a very obvious error message.
Sitting on the low table next to the Seekers were two glowing cubes, partially filled with flyer-blend energon. Motormaster shrugged and went over to them, and had downed all of the first and most of the second before Skywarp yelped, "Hey! That's ours!"
Motormaster looked down to see two irritated Seekers glaring up at him, Skywarp's expression all righteous anger at the theft and Thundercracker's the very familiar irritation of being interrupted mid-interface. He shrugged and tossed the rest back, feeling the heady blend energize his systems with a mild buzz. "Was yours," he corrected.
Skywarp opened his mouth to protest, but Motormaster had a counterattack ready. "Aren't you two on duty?" he asked, mimicking how Megatron dealt with Starscream on occasion.
"Er," said Skywarp.
"And not supposed to be down here interfacing?" He smirked, processor coming up with all sorts of delicious ways he could put this situation to good use.
"You're on duty too," Thundercracker pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm in charge," Motormaster pointed out. "The penalties are for people like you two," and he reached out and gripped one of Skywarp's wingtips, hard enough to just barely hurt. The arousal flaring in the Seeker's optics turned Motormaster's stern expression into a soft, insinuating smile.
Skywarp was never slow on the uptake when interface was involved. He twisted, pulling Thundercracker up with an inviting chirr and tilted his face up to Motormaster, who took the invitation and grasped him by the back of the neck for a bruising, dominating kiss. Thundercracker, the less impulsive one of the two, contemplated the view for a few moments before caressing Motormaster's shoulder joint; his expression suggested that he wasn't so much submitting to Motormaster's authority so much as allowing Motormaster the opportunity to make up for stealing his energon; as far as insubordination went, it was pretty subtle, and Motormaster figured that teasing the reticient Seeker into a lust-addled puddle would do a reasonable job of conveying who was in charge here.
Skywarp wrapped arms around his waist, drawing his fingertips up the plating-gaps in his sides exactly the way Motormaster liked it, brushing at the wiring underneath. Motormaster returned the favor, stroking at Skywarp's wings and ailerons with the level of firmness that generally produced the best results in Skywarp. Today was no exception, and the Seeker keened happily.
Thundercracker made his presence known, getting to Skywarp's left aileron before Motormaster could with one hand and finding with the other a sensor cluster in Motormaster's hip that was slightly too sensitive for dignity; Motormaster let out a sound he would later deny his vocalizer was capable of, and Thundercracker grinned as he attacked it some more.
Overload blossomed in Motormaster's circuitry almost embarrassingly quickly; Skywarp, attacked on two fronts by lovers who knew him very intimately, followed. When the haze cleared from his processor, Motormaster noted that Thundercracker hadn't, and stroked at a less-sensitive area at the mech's side, intending to tease for awhile.
Thundercracker let out a soft whine, and Motormaster smiled. Then Skywarp regained his senses and gave Thundercracker an intricate two-handed caress on the nearest aileron, and Thundercracker went off like a rocket, optics white and shrieking.
Motormaster eyed them, looking somewhat miffed, and then Skywarp pounced him and his fingers found the exact same sensor cluster, and Motormaster didn't think about anything for awhile.
Author: Kyra Neko-Rei
Rating: R this chapter
Warnings: Interfacing.
This Chapter: Motormaster needs energy, and winds up spending more than he takes in.
It didn't last. No sooner had Scavenger finished cleaning him than Blast Off and Astrotrain stumbled into the medbay, both with the sort of damage that comes from a fistfight turned free-for-all with the furniture, and Scavenger went to join Hook in repairing him. Motormaster walked out only mildly miffed, and still feeling rather better than he had all morning.
He was still in charge, wasn't he? For another four hours. He smirked, and headed for the command center.
A low-energy-levels warning popped up on his HUD.
He frowned. Self-repair and operating while injured took a lot of energy. He was hungry, come to think of it. On the other hand, he was still on duty, and had enough to hold out for a few more hours. He ignored it.
Stepping off the turbolift, he encountered Thrust.
This he didn't ignore, and threw a punch at the back of Thrust's helm, payback for the stupidity he'd been forced to endure earlier. Thrust let out an undignified yelp and stumbled sideways . . . into Dirge and Ramjet. Motormaster had no sooner realized this than Ramjet's reinforced nosecone impacted with his midsection and Dirge's fist impacted with his head.
By the time that fight was finished, with all three jets stumbling for the medbay and Motormaster standing unsteadily against the near wall, victorious but once again rather injured, his energy levels were pinging critical.
Slag.
Medbay would be full for some time; Motormaster staggered down to the rec room.
The rec room was full of Seekers.
No, that wasn't entirely accurate; there were only two Seekers present in the room, Thundercracker and Skywarp, but they were interfacing on the couch and making enough noise to pass for an entire flock of them, and Motormaster just stopped and stared at them for a long moment, until another fuel warning pinged in his processor and he moved toward the energon dispenser, most of his attention still on them.
Having held the cube under the appropriate dispenser nozzle for what felt like the right amount of time, he brought it up to his lips and tilted it up.
No energon was forthcoming. It was several seconds before he realized this. He turned his full attention to the display readout, which displayed a very obvious error message.
Sitting on the low table next to the Seekers were two glowing cubes, partially filled with flyer-blend energon. Motormaster shrugged and went over to them, and had downed all of the first and most of the second before Skywarp yelped, "Hey! That's ours!"
Motormaster looked down to see two irritated Seekers glaring up at him, Skywarp's expression all righteous anger at the theft and Thundercracker's the very familiar irritation of being interrupted mid-interface. He shrugged and tossed the rest back, feeling the heady blend energize his systems with a mild buzz. "Was yours," he corrected.
Skywarp opened his mouth to protest, but Motormaster had a counterattack ready. "Aren't you two on duty?" he asked, mimicking how Megatron dealt with Starscream on occasion.
"Er," said Skywarp.
"And not supposed to be down here interfacing?" He smirked, processor coming up with all sorts of delicious ways he could put this situation to good use.
"You're on duty too," Thundercracker pointed out.
"Yeah, but I'm in charge," Motormaster pointed out. "The penalties are for people like you two," and he reached out and gripped one of Skywarp's wingtips, hard enough to just barely hurt. The arousal flaring in the Seeker's optics turned Motormaster's stern expression into a soft, insinuating smile.
Skywarp was never slow on the uptake when interface was involved. He twisted, pulling Thundercracker up with an inviting chirr and tilted his face up to Motormaster, who took the invitation and grasped him by the back of the neck for a bruising, dominating kiss. Thundercracker, the less impulsive one of the two, contemplated the view for a few moments before caressing Motormaster's shoulder joint; his expression suggested that he wasn't so much submitting to Motormaster's authority so much as allowing Motormaster the opportunity to make up for stealing his energon; as far as insubordination went, it was pretty subtle, and Motormaster figured that teasing the reticient Seeker into a lust-addled puddle would do a reasonable job of conveying who was in charge here.
Skywarp wrapped arms around his waist, drawing his fingertips up the plating-gaps in his sides exactly the way Motormaster liked it, brushing at the wiring underneath. Motormaster returned the favor, stroking at Skywarp's wings and ailerons with the level of firmness that generally produced the best results in Skywarp. Today was no exception, and the Seeker keened happily.
Thundercracker made his presence known, getting to Skywarp's left aileron before Motormaster could with one hand and finding with the other a sensor cluster in Motormaster's hip that was slightly too sensitive for dignity; Motormaster let out a sound he would later deny his vocalizer was capable of, and Thundercracker grinned as he attacked it some more.
Overload blossomed in Motormaster's circuitry almost embarrassingly quickly; Skywarp, attacked on two fronts by lovers who knew him very intimately, followed. When the haze cleared from his processor, Motormaster noted that Thundercracker hadn't, and stroked at a less-sensitive area at the mech's side, intending to tease for awhile.
Thundercracker let out a soft whine, and Motormaster smiled. Then Skywarp regained his senses and gave Thundercracker an intricate two-handed caress on the nearest aileron, and Thundercracker went off like a rocket, optics white and shrieking.
Motormaster eyed them, looking somewhat miffed, and then Skywarp pounced him and his fingers found the exact same sensor cluster, and Motormaster didn't think about anything for awhile.