I feel like this became a new NC-17 version of Pokemon, or TF Armada.
Title: Harem - Challenges.
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: PWP, mech seckz, implied plug and play, voyeurism, exhibitionism.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Optimus Prime x Jazz x Prowl, Soundwave x Starscream, Megatron x Soundwave x Starscream. Hinted Optimus Prime x Starscream (crush at the very least). Implied Megatron x Optimus Prime. Implied Starscream x Thundercracker x Skywarp.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Optimus Prime, Soundwave, Starscream, Megatron.
Summary: Behind the scenes, the war in Cybertron is really nothing but a competition to gain more mechs into two leaders' personal harem. Megatron and Prime challenge each other to pleasure one another through someone else's hands.
Notes: Continues that 'Cap Collector Prime' drabble. It's probably the closest I can get to write threesomes and I think I didn't even do it too good. Pointless smut. Prowl's significantly younger than Jazz on this thing, too. First and probably only time I do these 'pairings'. Not really pleased with this one but eeh... bunny nibbled and I caved.
Starscream frowned deeply as he marched towards Megatron's private quarters with Soundwave a few steps behind. They had been ordered to report with the Decepticon leader, and it was evident for both mechs the motives behind their summoning.
The seeker wondered what kind of services their leader would have them perform this time, considering lately Megatron had been spending quite a bit of his time properly... educating his newest recruits the Constructicons.
Soundwave quickened his pace to reach the doors of Megatron's quarters first, entering the access code not even Starscream knew. The Air commander scowled deeply, being reminded of what little trust Megatron had for anyone but Soundwave, and he was certain it took a long time for the visored mech to earn his lord's trust.
Starscream had been inside Megatron's private quarters a number of times already, but each time it felt like the first. Megatron's chambers were hardly ever the same, he moved and re-arranged furniture and personal effects almost every deca-cycle. The only thing that never changed was the large dark colored throne that sat on a small alter of sorts in the middle of the ample room.
As expected, Megatron was currently sitting down on his throne, black fingers tracing the edges of the keys in the control panel installed in the arm of the chair, and a few feet away from him, a holographic display was turned on, showing Megatron was currently conferencing with his rival, Optimus Prime.
"Well, Prime? My mechs are here, where are yours?" Megatron asked at the same time he motioned the pair closer without bothering to look at them. A tap of a strong foot gave an unspoken order, and Soundwave was quick to sit down on the steps leading to the alter where the throne rested, right by Megatron's feet. Starscream followed his lead.
The seeker heard the Autobot leader assure his bots were coming, though he was paying little attention to the words spoken, focusing instead on the voice. He shivered a little as he felt Megatron's hand beginning to pet his helm, stroking down in slow, almost affectionate motions. Starscream couldn't help but lean into the touch, feeling those black fingers massage the vents at the sides of his helm every now and then.
The dark faced Decepticon watched as two familiar mechs appeared on the display, with matching black and white paint jobs. Prowl and Jazz stood together at Prime's left, awaiting for instructions. He could perceive the tension in one of the black and white frames, and he caught a little glimpse of black fingers brushing lightly against white ones comfortingly.
Starscream narrowed his optics a little, reading in that simple gesture something deeper and more complex. 'Spark bonded.' he though. He wasn't alone in his observation.
"A bonded pair? Why, Prime, I'm impressed," Megatron laughed running his optics along the two black and white frames, while he was familiar with both mechs, he could tell something had changed between them since the last time he saw them in these conditions. Their closeness was more so now, barely allowing an inch or two of empty space between their bodies. The almost palpable tension of the door winged mech's frame, stiff and most definitely not quite ready for what he knew was about to happen.
"I will not deny my mechs what makes them happy," Optimus Prime nearly shrugged out the words. He knew among the Decepticons very few, if any, were spark bonded, and most of those who did share a bond, were members of combiner or specialty teams where their bond was a necessity more than a mutual desire to share themselves and link their sparks forever. Although these mechs technically all were his, he was aware several of them had formed formal relationships among themselves, relationships that didn't necessarily include him as part of the relationship to the deepest level. He approved of these relationships and encouraged them; so, when Jazz came to him and confided his wish to bond with Prowl, Optimus Prime was short of shoving the pair into the extravagant depths of his personal quarters with orders to not come out until they had spark bonded and re-affirmed the new bond at least twice. He certainly owed that much to his third in command.
Jazz had been at Prime's side for a very long time, only Ironhide and Magnus had been with him longer than Jazz had. He came into his pseudo army well aware of the reality behind the factions, and the expectations that were to be laid on him. Jazz took his role to spark and was loyal and dedicated to Prime's cause. He'd personally... 'train' many new mechs Prime took into his 'army', teaching them and preparing them to please their leader in future encounters.
And all through this, Jazz had rarely taken lovers among his faction mates, keeping their interaction friendly, and even through his teachings, it was always clear his instruction was not to be confused with desire or a lover's affection. Prime was the mech he regularly interfaced with, offering himself to the Prime even when he had not been called. Not even Optimus Prime was sure why Jazz was so dedicated to him.
Prowl, however, was a different story. Despite his rising through the ranks as an excellent and dedicated officer, single handedly handling the barrage of administrative tasks that Ironhide and Jazz usually tended to before Prowl joined them; He was not only the youngest but the most inexperienced of the assembled mechs by far.
Despite his intelligence, Prowl had been very naive about the purpose behind these factions, and the reality of their role as additions to the personal harem of one leader or the other's. When Prime tried to claim Prowl properly, and collect that little cap for which he had arranged a place of honor among his collection, right next two Jazz's very own; Prowl fought his advances with all he had, horrified by the discovery of what the Autobots and Decepticons were really about.
Never one to force himself on those that really did not want him, Prime tried to give his officer time to adapt and settle with the new discovery, certain that, like everyone else, he'd give himself to him once things settled. It didn't work quite as Prime expected, and he took to finding out why Prowl was so adamantly against giving himself up to the Prime: Prowl was interested in someone else.
It came as a big surprised when Optimus Prime realized Prowl did not want him to claim that little black cap. It was an even greater surprise to find out Prowl's feelings were reciprocated, Jazz was in love with his fellow black and white. How or why did it happen, Prime wasn't entirely sure, but the feelings were there so clearly for him to see.
He had offered to release Prowl of any obligations towards the Autobot 'cause' and himself, ensuring he could have him transported to Fortress Maximus' colony where those mechs that did not want to involve themselves in Prime's and Megatron's game were offered a home. He was very surprised when rather than jump for the offer, Prowl asked for time to think things over.
Eventually, Prowl promised he'd give himself to Prime, and Optimus knew it was because Prowl did not want to be separated from Jazz, and he didn't want to force the visored mech to choose.
So, when a somber Jazz led a nervous Prowl to his quarters to carry over with the dirty deed, Prime couldn't help but feel it was not his place to claim Prowl's first intimate encounter, at least not completely. Instead, he paid witness to caring and tender love making between two mechs that loved each other, and although he broke the union of the seam for the cap, the three way link between them ensured Jazz experienced Prowl's first overload along with Prime.
Sometimes he wondered if anything like this ever happened among the Decepticons, wondering if Soundwave and Starscream shared anything like Prowl and Jazz did. In a way, Prime hoped they didn't, he was envious enough of Megatron for having claimed the flier for himself.
Starscream purred softly as he leaned a little more against Megatron, more for show than anything. "Very well, Prime. Shall we begin?"
"What are we doing this time?"
Megatron smiled smugly and stopped stroking Starscream's helm, giving attention instead to Soundwave's. "Very simple, command Starscream and Soundwave. Instruct them what to do and how to touch me and I'll do the same with your officers, we'll see which one overloads first."
Prime glanced to his side to Prowl and Jazz. Prowl nodded, white fingers intertwining more openly with his bonded's black fingers. Although he wasn't as experienced and still not entirely comfortable with the situation, he would never let his leader down, more so when his mate was along for the ride.
"Very well." Optimus Prime relaxed on his seat, giving Megatron the green light to begin their game. "I believe it is your turn this time."
Megatron laughed and leaned better against his throne, legs spreading a little to rest more comfortably on his seat. "Prowl, stand behind Prime and use your hands. Jazz, on your knees, you may use only one hand and your mouth."
Prowl and Jazz shared a glance and a little reassuring smile before each one took their appointed positions. Prowl stood behind Prime, using a couple of hidden steps behind the seat to gain height and brought his hands to Optimus' shoulders, beginning to trace small, soft circles along the plating. At Prime's feet, Jazz was brushing deft black fingers along a leg while his lips traced the edges of the plating between leg and knee.
Prime shuddered lightly, but focused as much attention as he could on the screen. "Soundwave, touch Megatron's legs. Starscream, the fusion cannon."
On command, Soundwave's face mask split and parted as he began to trace the patterns and seams along the Decepticon leader's leg, knowing well that his leader's legs were particularly sensitive. Starscream took his sweet time to lazily move from his position by Megatron's feet to the arm where the fusion cannon was attached. He remained on his knees, bringing a hand to sweep along the cannon's barrel, occasionally nuzzling his cheek against the cool metal, interspersing a few soft kisses along the barrel.
Not only were they supposed to overload their respective leaders, they were expected to give a good show to their viewers to arouse them, and Starscream was fairly adept to show off. He wanted Optimus Prime to long to be in Megatron's position, to look at him and feel the need to touch him, to take him.
Megatron hummed softly, feeling the tingling of pleasurable sensations along his body as his officers caressed his plating as per Prime's instructions. He stroked the back of Soundwave's head, encouraging him to bring his rather talented mouth into the mix, as he ordered Prowl to lavish some attention on Prime's antennae.
Prowl did as he was told and nuzzled his cheek against the nearest antenna, trailing his lips along the edge before he swept his glossa over it while his fingers moved to massage the base of Optimus' neck, stroking and rubbing the conduits and bundles of wires there. Prime moaned softly in appreciation and tilted his head back a little, eager for more attention.
Starscream was then ordered to remove the fusion cannon and give some attention to Megatron's hand. On cue, the seeker trailed small kisses along the arm down to the black hand where he flicked his glossa along every finger, taking one into his mouth to suckle at.
Soundwave's mouth was not idle either, currently mapping Megatron's thighs with the tip of his glossa, occasionally bringing his fingers against seams along the plating to spread the small openings and dip his glossa deeper, brushing against delicate wiring and circuitry. Unlike Starscream, who moaned softly and sensually to add something to his performance, Soundwave was mostly silent, an occasional humming sound would come from him, but for the most part he emitted no sound.
Jazz's own mouth was busy on Prime's grill, tracing slowly the edges of each little segment while Prowl nibbled and suckled on Prime's neck wiring, his hands now stroked up and down along the stacks on their Prime's proud shoulders.
Starscream's fingers caressed the small indentations along Megatron's chest plating as he kissed along his shoulder to his neck, following Prime's orders. Meanwhile Soundwave was now positioned on Megatron's lap, rubbing his body against Megatron's before curling his fingers around Starscream's neck, pulling the Air Commander close for a kiss. Starscream kissed the communication's officer back, momentarily forgetting about Megatron to lose himself in the kiss. Although he'd much prefer Skywarp's or Thundercracker's kisses, Soundwave's were far from unpleasant, and he enjoyed them far more than he enjoyed Megatron's.
The Decepticon leader took that brief moment to order Jazz to sit on Prime's lap and Prowl to kneel behind Jazz, ordered to touch and tease both mechs. Starscream spared a moment to watch the Autobots engaging their commander. Prime's mask had been retracted and Jazz was currently lavishing attention on his leader's lip components, small little nips along the usually hidden lips, far more for show and to entice their audience than to really please the Autobot leader.
Prowl's mouth wasn't idle either, and while his fingers were mercilessly attacking Optimus Prime's knee joints, the tactician's glossa was currently occupied tracing and tasting the colored stripes running along Jazz's back, eliciting delicious whimpers from the slightly smaller mech.
Starscream shuddered and released a tiny whimper, feeling Optimus Prime's optics on him and Soundwave, and he kissed the blue and white mech again, deeper than before, his sky blue fingers cupped the mech's face as the other ground against Megatron. The Decepticon leader's hand came to rest on his aft, stroking it, petting it and groping it.
Optimus Prime groaned softly against Jazz's nipping, teasing lips, a bit lost in the image of Starscream kissing Soundwave while Megatron's hand fondled that perfect, beautiful aft. Prime's own fingers found their way to Jazz's aft, groping it.
Jazz moaned and whimpered softly, tossing his head back a bit and whispering his mate's name pleadingly. Megatron chuckled softly, feeling unusually merciful he ordered Prowl to attend to his bonded. Prowl raised from his kneeling position and brought one hand around Jazz to stroke a headlight while the other wrapped around one of Prime's antennae, stroking it.
Jazz arched between Prime and Prowl, grinding his own body against them both, one arm reaching to pull Prowl against him in a searing kiss the younger black and white was only too happy to reciprocate.
Two sets of three bodies pressed and moved together, energy beginning to crackle between each mech as their collective overloads washed over them. Prime overloaded first, feeling the pent up energy bleed into Jazz, triggering his own release which was echoed by Prowl, chest plate pressed intimately against his mate's back, and Prime was certain their climax looped back and forth through their bond until both collapsed against him.
Starscream's cry of ecstasy drove his attention back to the screen where a similar scene was playing, Megatron now had Starscream bent over his lap with Soundwave between Megatron's legs while the silver mech was leaning on his throne, head tossed back over the back rest and looking either offline or very close to.
After a breem or so, and with some effort, Megatron nudged his officers off of him, gesturing for them to leave the room before he turned back to Prime, Prowl and Jazz still limp against him. "You win this round, Prime," He mumbled tiredly. "But there's still many more to come."
Optimus Prime smiled and nodded, closing the connection with Megatron. He looked down at Jazz who was beginning to come to, then to Prowl who remained unconscious at his feet. "Better take him to your quarters, that angle can't possibly be good for those wings," Prime murmured softly and helped Jazz to dislodge himself from his lap.
"Yeah, he'll be sore when he onlines again," Jazz whispered affectionately as he picked Prowl in his arms, holding his mate tenderly. "Get some recharge yerself, Prime."
"I will." Optimus Prime watched Jazz carry his still offline mate out of his quarters, knowing Prowl wasn't nearly as fit for these activities as Jazz was yet, and every time ended with Prowl offline for a few joors at the very least.
With a fond, amused smile, Optimus Prime closed his face mask once again and headed for his personal chamber, ready for some recharge of his own. He'd tally his recent win later.
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: PWP, mech seckz, implied plug and play, voyeurism, exhibitionism.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Optimus Prime x Jazz x Prowl, Soundwave x Starscream, Megatron x Soundwave x Starscream. Hinted Optimus Prime x Starscream (crush at the very least). Implied Megatron x Optimus Prime. Implied Starscream x Thundercracker x Skywarp.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Optimus Prime, Soundwave, Starscream, Megatron.
Summary: Behind the scenes, the war in Cybertron is really nothing but a competition to gain more mechs into two leaders' personal harem. Megatron and Prime challenge each other to pleasure one another through someone else's hands.
Notes: Continues that 'Cap Collector Prime' drabble. It's probably the closest I can get to write threesomes and I think I didn't even do it too good. Pointless smut. Prowl's significantly younger than Jazz on this thing, too. First and probably only time I do these 'pairings'. Not really pleased with this one but eeh... bunny nibbled and I caved.
Starscream frowned deeply as he marched towards Megatron's private quarters with Soundwave a few steps behind. They had been ordered to report with the Decepticon leader, and it was evident for both mechs the motives behind their summoning.
The seeker wondered what kind of services their leader would have them perform this time, considering lately Megatron had been spending quite a bit of his time properly... educating his newest recruits the Constructicons.
Soundwave quickened his pace to reach the doors of Megatron's quarters first, entering the access code not even Starscream knew. The Air commander scowled deeply, being reminded of what little trust Megatron had for anyone but Soundwave, and he was certain it took a long time for the visored mech to earn his lord's trust.
Starscream had been inside Megatron's private quarters a number of times already, but each time it felt like the first. Megatron's chambers were hardly ever the same, he moved and re-arranged furniture and personal effects almost every deca-cycle. The only thing that never changed was the large dark colored throne that sat on a small alter of sorts in the middle of the ample room.
As expected, Megatron was currently sitting down on his throne, black fingers tracing the edges of the keys in the control panel installed in the arm of the chair, and a few feet away from him, a holographic display was turned on, showing Megatron was currently conferencing with his rival, Optimus Prime.
"Well, Prime? My mechs are here, where are yours?" Megatron asked at the same time he motioned the pair closer without bothering to look at them. A tap of a strong foot gave an unspoken order, and Soundwave was quick to sit down on the steps leading to the alter where the throne rested, right by Megatron's feet. Starscream followed his lead.
The seeker heard the Autobot leader assure his bots were coming, though he was paying little attention to the words spoken, focusing instead on the voice. He shivered a little as he felt Megatron's hand beginning to pet his helm, stroking down in slow, almost affectionate motions. Starscream couldn't help but lean into the touch, feeling those black fingers massage the vents at the sides of his helm every now and then.
The dark faced Decepticon watched as two familiar mechs appeared on the display, with matching black and white paint jobs. Prowl and Jazz stood together at Prime's left, awaiting for instructions. He could perceive the tension in one of the black and white frames, and he caught a little glimpse of black fingers brushing lightly against white ones comfortingly.
Starscream narrowed his optics a little, reading in that simple gesture something deeper and more complex. 'Spark bonded.' he though. He wasn't alone in his observation.
"A bonded pair? Why, Prime, I'm impressed," Megatron laughed running his optics along the two black and white frames, while he was familiar with both mechs, he could tell something had changed between them since the last time he saw them in these conditions. Their closeness was more so now, barely allowing an inch or two of empty space between their bodies. The almost palpable tension of the door winged mech's frame, stiff and most definitely not quite ready for what he knew was about to happen.
"I will not deny my mechs what makes them happy," Optimus Prime nearly shrugged out the words. He knew among the Decepticons very few, if any, were spark bonded, and most of those who did share a bond, were members of combiner or specialty teams where their bond was a necessity more than a mutual desire to share themselves and link their sparks forever. Although these mechs technically all were his, he was aware several of them had formed formal relationships among themselves, relationships that didn't necessarily include him as part of the relationship to the deepest level. He approved of these relationships and encouraged them; so, when Jazz came to him and confided his wish to bond with Prowl, Optimus Prime was short of shoving the pair into the extravagant depths of his personal quarters with orders to not come out until they had spark bonded and re-affirmed the new bond at least twice. He certainly owed that much to his third in command.
Jazz had been at Prime's side for a very long time, only Ironhide and Magnus had been with him longer than Jazz had. He came into his pseudo army well aware of the reality behind the factions, and the expectations that were to be laid on him. Jazz took his role to spark and was loyal and dedicated to Prime's cause. He'd personally... 'train' many new mechs Prime took into his 'army', teaching them and preparing them to please their leader in future encounters.
And all through this, Jazz had rarely taken lovers among his faction mates, keeping their interaction friendly, and even through his teachings, it was always clear his instruction was not to be confused with desire or a lover's affection. Prime was the mech he regularly interfaced with, offering himself to the Prime even when he had not been called. Not even Optimus Prime was sure why Jazz was so dedicated to him.
Prowl, however, was a different story. Despite his rising through the ranks as an excellent and dedicated officer, single handedly handling the barrage of administrative tasks that Ironhide and Jazz usually tended to before Prowl joined them; He was not only the youngest but the most inexperienced of the assembled mechs by far.
Despite his intelligence, Prowl had been very naive about the purpose behind these factions, and the reality of their role as additions to the personal harem of one leader or the other's. When Prime tried to claim Prowl properly, and collect that little cap for which he had arranged a place of honor among his collection, right next two Jazz's very own; Prowl fought his advances with all he had, horrified by the discovery of what the Autobots and Decepticons were really about.
Never one to force himself on those that really did not want him, Prime tried to give his officer time to adapt and settle with the new discovery, certain that, like everyone else, he'd give himself to him once things settled. It didn't work quite as Prime expected, and he took to finding out why Prowl was so adamantly against giving himself up to the Prime: Prowl was interested in someone else.
It came as a big surprised when Optimus Prime realized Prowl did not want him to claim that little black cap. It was an even greater surprise to find out Prowl's feelings were reciprocated, Jazz was in love with his fellow black and white. How or why did it happen, Prime wasn't entirely sure, but the feelings were there so clearly for him to see.
He had offered to release Prowl of any obligations towards the Autobot 'cause' and himself, ensuring he could have him transported to Fortress Maximus' colony where those mechs that did not want to involve themselves in Prime's and Megatron's game were offered a home. He was very surprised when rather than jump for the offer, Prowl asked for time to think things over.
Eventually, Prowl promised he'd give himself to Prime, and Optimus knew it was because Prowl did not want to be separated from Jazz, and he didn't want to force the visored mech to choose.
So, when a somber Jazz led a nervous Prowl to his quarters to carry over with the dirty deed, Prime couldn't help but feel it was not his place to claim Prowl's first intimate encounter, at least not completely. Instead, he paid witness to caring and tender love making between two mechs that loved each other, and although he broke the union of the seam for the cap, the three way link between them ensured Jazz experienced Prowl's first overload along with Prime.
Sometimes he wondered if anything like this ever happened among the Decepticons, wondering if Soundwave and Starscream shared anything like Prowl and Jazz did. In a way, Prime hoped they didn't, he was envious enough of Megatron for having claimed the flier for himself.
Starscream purred softly as he leaned a little more against Megatron, more for show than anything. "Very well, Prime. Shall we begin?"
"What are we doing this time?"
Megatron smiled smugly and stopped stroking Starscream's helm, giving attention instead to Soundwave's. "Very simple, command Starscream and Soundwave. Instruct them what to do and how to touch me and I'll do the same with your officers, we'll see which one overloads first."
Prime glanced to his side to Prowl and Jazz. Prowl nodded, white fingers intertwining more openly with his bonded's black fingers. Although he wasn't as experienced and still not entirely comfortable with the situation, he would never let his leader down, more so when his mate was along for the ride.
"Very well." Optimus Prime relaxed on his seat, giving Megatron the green light to begin their game. "I believe it is your turn this time."
Megatron laughed and leaned better against his throne, legs spreading a little to rest more comfortably on his seat. "Prowl, stand behind Prime and use your hands. Jazz, on your knees, you may use only one hand and your mouth."
Prowl and Jazz shared a glance and a little reassuring smile before each one took their appointed positions. Prowl stood behind Prime, using a couple of hidden steps behind the seat to gain height and brought his hands to Optimus' shoulders, beginning to trace small, soft circles along the plating. At Prime's feet, Jazz was brushing deft black fingers along a leg while his lips traced the edges of the plating between leg and knee.
Prime shuddered lightly, but focused as much attention as he could on the screen. "Soundwave, touch Megatron's legs. Starscream, the fusion cannon."
On command, Soundwave's face mask split and parted as he began to trace the patterns and seams along the Decepticon leader's leg, knowing well that his leader's legs were particularly sensitive. Starscream took his sweet time to lazily move from his position by Megatron's feet to the arm where the fusion cannon was attached. He remained on his knees, bringing a hand to sweep along the cannon's barrel, occasionally nuzzling his cheek against the cool metal, interspersing a few soft kisses along the barrel.
Not only were they supposed to overload their respective leaders, they were expected to give a good show to their viewers to arouse them, and Starscream was fairly adept to show off. He wanted Optimus Prime to long to be in Megatron's position, to look at him and feel the need to touch him, to take him.
Megatron hummed softly, feeling the tingling of pleasurable sensations along his body as his officers caressed his plating as per Prime's instructions. He stroked the back of Soundwave's head, encouraging him to bring his rather talented mouth into the mix, as he ordered Prowl to lavish some attention on Prime's antennae.
Prowl did as he was told and nuzzled his cheek against the nearest antenna, trailing his lips along the edge before he swept his glossa over it while his fingers moved to massage the base of Optimus' neck, stroking and rubbing the conduits and bundles of wires there. Prime moaned softly in appreciation and tilted his head back a little, eager for more attention.
Starscream was then ordered to remove the fusion cannon and give some attention to Megatron's hand. On cue, the seeker trailed small kisses along the arm down to the black hand where he flicked his glossa along every finger, taking one into his mouth to suckle at.
Soundwave's mouth was not idle either, currently mapping Megatron's thighs with the tip of his glossa, occasionally bringing his fingers against seams along the plating to spread the small openings and dip his glossa deeper, brushing against delicate wiring and circuitry. Unlike Starscream, who moaned softly and sensually to add something to his performance, Soundwave was mostly silent, an occasional humming sound would come from him, but for the most part he emitted no sound.
Jazz's own mouth was busy on Prime's grill, tracing slowly the edges of each little segment while Prowl nibbled and suckled on Prime's neck wiring, his hands now stroked up and down along the stacks on their Prime's proud shoulders.
Starscream's fingers caressed the small indentations along Megatron's chest plating as he kissed along his shoulder to his neck, following Prime's orders. Meanwhile Soundwave was now positioned on Megatron's lap, rubbing his body against Megatron's before curling his fingers around Starscream's neck, pulling the Air Commander close for a kiss. Starscream kissed the communication's officer back, momentarily forgetting about Megatron to lose himself in the kiss. Although he'd much prefer Skywarp's or Thundercracker's kisses, Soundwave's were far from unpleasant, and he enjoyed them far more than he enjoyed Megatron's.
The Decepticon leader took that brief moment to order Jazz to sit on Prime's lap and Prowl to kneel behind Jazz, ordered to touch and tease both mechs. Starscream spared a moment to watch the Autobots engaging their commander. Prime's mask had been retracted and Jazz was currently lavishing attention on his leader's lip components, small little nips along the usually hidden lips, far more for show and to entice their audience than to really please the Autobot leader.
Prowl's mouth wasn't idle either, and while his fingers were mercilessly attacking Optimus Prime's knee joints, the tactician's glossa was currently occupied tracing and tasting the colored stripes running along Jazz's back, eliciting delicious whimpers from the slightly smaller mech.
Starscream shuddered and released a tiny whimper, feeling Optimus Prime's optics on him and Soundwave, and he kissed the blue and white mech again, deeper than before, his sky blue fingers cupped the mech's face as the other ground against Megatron. The Decepticon leader's hand came to rest on his aft, stroking it, petting it and groping it.
Optimus Prime groaned softly against Jazz's nipping, teasing lips, a bit lost in the image of Starscream kissing Soundwave while Megatron's hand fondled that perfect, beautiful aft. Prime's own fingers found their way to Jazz's aft, groping it.
Jazz moaned and whimpered softly, tossing his head back a bit and whispering his mate's name pleadingly. Megatron chuckled softly, feeling unusually merciful he ordered Prowl to attend to his bonded. Prowl raised from his kneeling position and brought one hand around Jazz to stroke a headlight while the other wrapped around one of Prime's antennae, stroking it.
Jazz arched between Prime and Prowl, grinding his own body against them both, one arm reaching to pull Prowl against him in a searing kiss the younger black and white was only too happy to reciprocate.
Two sets of three bodies pressed and moved together, energy beginning to crackle between each mech as their collective overloads washed over them. Prime overloaded first, feeling the pent up energy bleed into Jazz, triggering his own release which was echoed by Prowl, chest plate pressed intimately against his mate's back, and Prime was certain their climax looped back and forth through their bond until both collapsed against him.
Starscream's cry of ecstasy drove his attention back to the screen where a similar scene was playing, Megatron now had Starscream bent over his lap with Soundwave between Megatron's legs while the silver mech was leaning on his throne, head tossed back over the back rest and looking either offline or very close to.
After a breem or so, and with some effort, Megatron nudged his officers off of him, gesturing for them to leave the room before he turned back to Prime, Prowl and Jazz still limp against him. "You win this round, Prime," He mumbled tiredly. "But there's still many more to come."
Optimus Prime smiled and nodded, closing the connection with Megatron. He looked down at Jazz who was beginning to come to, then to Prowl who remained unconscious at his feet. "Better take him to your quarters, that angle can't possibly be good for those wings," Prime murmured softly and helped Jazz to dislodge himself from his lap.
"Yeah, he'll be sore when he onlines again," Jazz whispered affectionately as he picked Prowl in his arms, holding his mate tenderly. "Get some recharge yerself, Prime."
"I will." Optimus Prime watched Jazz carry his still offline mate out of his quarters, knowing Prowl wasn't nearly as fit for these activities as Jazz was yet, and every time ended with Prowl offline for a few joors at the very least.
With a fond, amused smile, Optimus Prime closed his face mask once again and headed for his personal chamber, ready for some recharge of his own. He'd tally his recent win later.