Red Planet 2/6
See first chapter for additional notes.
Title: Red Planet (2/6)
Author: dreamerchaos and odd_stick
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Hasbro. I'm only playing with them.
Rating: Mature. STICKY.
Pairing: StarscreamxPerceptor.
Summary: Based off of Bayverse characters. An IM session between odd_stick and I morphed into this piece.
For nova_myth, since we were discussing drabbles and she mentioned that she missed updates on my Movieverse Starscream/Perceptor…Kinda evolved from a drabble, to a one-shot, to this monster.
Perceptor wails like a wounded animal. Kicking and bucks, he twists and pulls, screaming “LIAR!!” He manages to flip onto his side, kicking at Starscream, his pedes clanging off the Seeker’s legs and midsection, “You liar! You lied! You LIED!!”
Thundercracker snags the Autobot’s wrists, locking them together beneath his stronger grip, pinning the smaller mech’s arms down the only way to keep the mech from trying to claw at Starscream’s face and optics.
“Get…off…me!!” Perceptor snaps his denta and kicks with his lower limbs, the Seekers having to pair together to flip the mech over and onto his belly. The Autobot grunts as his chin smacks the metal tiles, falling onto his wrists and elbows, upper limbs still pinned, the Autobot cursing and flailing feebly, his hips arched obscenely as Starscream grapples and wraps his claws around Perceptor’s waist.
Starscream throws a glare Skywarp's way before straddling Perceptor and settling himself along his back, effectively holding the mech immobile. His mouth close to Perceptor's audio he hisses, "Be silent! Be still!” Neither command is followed so Starscream wraps a hand around the back of the mech's neck, squeezing firmly, while the claws of his other hand dig between the armor and into the sensitive wiring beneath.
Perceptor freezes, but his frame still shakes and quiet words are still tumbling out of his mouth. Starscream inches closer, within kissing distance of Perceptor's helm. "You are wrong, Autobot. I am /not/ a liar. I kept my word and you must keep yours."
"B-but you...you promised you wouldn't harm them. H-how could you...?” Perceptor was nearly sobbing in rage and grief.
Denta bared Starscream grit out, "Exactly. /I/ did not harm them. I have lied about /nothing/.”
"Did you really think we could just let them go? They were Autobots, and that makes them soldiers in this war. If we hadn't done our duty, and they had called for reinforcements, do you think you're allies would have had any more mercy for us?"
“Y-You misled me.” Perceptor’s optics flicker offline then online, “you gave false pretense,” Static crackles across his vocoder.
Pinned as he is, the Autobot can still manage to twitch his head enough to glance in Skywarp’s direction. Energon snaking down the tall mech’s frame in thin lavender rivulets.
The Autobot shudders, “…a-and once you and your Trine are done with me, then you will do exactly the same thing that you did to my comrades.”
Perceptor tries and manages to force his frame to go slack. “Just get it over with…whatever it is that you insist upon doing to me. It makes no difference. Your touches confuse me, but if it sates your desires, then that is all that matters, isn’t it?”
"You're right. It makes no difference what you want because you are the prisoner here...but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it too.” Starscream's firm hold change - the hand on Perceptor’s neck let’s up and instead caresses and massages the abused cables. He removes his other claws from the sensitive wiring and soothes the surrounding plates.
At his silent signal, Thundercracker begins lightly touching again as well. Starscream locks optics with Skywarp, who is still half way in the wash room. Over their channel he sends, "Get yourself cleaned up and leave quietly. You'll be lucky if he isn't ruined now."
"What? Leave? How was I supposed to know you guys were in here?” Glares, anger, and lust are shared between the two - Starscream still revved up from before their interruption and Skywarp from still high on violence. "Fine. You can stay for now. Just...stop being stupid for once."
"Yes!” Skywarp quietly edges to the farthest wash rack. Hunger for to join clear in his body language and optics. Starscream smirks, gliding a hand up Perceptor's side and yet still keeping up his silent conversation with his youngest brother. "Don't think you've gotten away with interrupting us though. You'll pay for that later."
Perceptor jerked and bucked as another pair of hands snaked forward to clack and drag down his lower back.
The smaller mech keened, writhing, trying to jerk his appendages free and crawl away.
“Where do you think that you’re going?” Thundercracker yanks him back, the Autobot sprawling against his huge chassis.
“S-Stop!” Perceptor pulls at his bound wrists, the cage of claws wound tight around his wrists and forearms.
With an audio still on Skywarp, Starscream takes the time to reposition. Once he's sure that Thundercracker has a firm hold of their Autobot, he eases his torso away from the trembling mech, but makes sure to keep his hands gripping and gently scratching at panels. As he moves, he settles himself a bit lower and more firmly upon Perceptor's posterior. The mech below him, focusing primarily on the other Seeker, registers the unexpected pressure with a gasp. Starscream meets his brother's optics over the scientist's bowed helm. Starscream then resumes his earlier ministrations, dragging the backs of his claws along the sensitive seams of armor along the mech's sides. One hand travels up, eventually coming to rest at the base of Perceptor's head.
There he fingers the exposed wiring and cables, his systems heating up again at the small noises escaping their prisoner.
Perceptor shivers, the fingers nipping and snagging curled claws like tiny seductresses. His vents hitch online once more, the small mech’s entire frame shuddering.
“What are you /doing/?” He tries to sit back and put distance between him and the blue Seeker, to slide up onto his knees, but Starscream’s heavy weight forces him back down.
“What’s the matter?” Thundercracker purrs, hot ruby optics staring in Skywarp’s direction, imprisoning his brother under the spell of his slanted gaze, the blue Seeker’s hands curling up and down Perceptor’s forearms and wrists, “Don’t tell me that you’re /stainless/?”
Perceptor burns with mortification at the crude term. “….I…” The Autobot quivers, refusing to raise his head and meet Thundercracker’s intense, inquisitive gaze.
Skywarp would have had no issues joining in the fray still covered in his prey's spilt energon, but he knew it bothered the other two Seekers simply because it was "simply disgusting" as one of them had put it. So he dutifully and thoroughly cleaned his frame, sneaking peeks at his brothers all the while.
His vents were gently purring at the show, his washing becoming a bit more self gratifying with each pass. It wasn't until Thundercracker met his gaze that he couldn't take it anymore. In a warm, teasing tone, he commed Starscream, "Permission to approach, Sir?"
The Air Commander doesn't even slow his actions, smoothly leaning closer to Perceptor and mouthing at his shoulders and neck. Silently he replied, "Of course. Just remember not to frighten him. He's very likely stainless." The pleasure of a warm berth and a warm mech always made him more forgiving.
Skywarp acknowledged, approaching quietly and out of the Autobot's range of sight. He slipped in behind and beside Starscream, straddling one of his brother's and the captured mech's legs. Teasingly, he kissed Starscream's wing while his hands reached for the Autobot's lower leg.
His first touch was light, testing, as he caressed the ankle. When the mech didn't seem to react too strongly, he pressed in a bit, rubbing at Perceptor's lower leg with increasingly bold strokes.
Perceptor twists around as much as the three mechs will allow. He glanced over one shoulder, wide, glimmering blue optics alight upon the ravenous pair of tiny ruby suns.
Between Starscream and Skywarp, they both twist the Autobot around to lay him on his side, one ankle imprisoned by Starscream’s grip, while the other Seeker continues his intensive probing and caressing.
The Autobot mewled when claw tips continue to slide inexorably upward and crook into the back seams of his knees. The atmosphere judders from his vents while his lower limbs twitch apart instinctively at the probing touch.
His reactive action allows the dark Seeker’s hand to coil around his knee, folding the Autobot’s leg up and bending it at a comfortable angle, laying the smaller mech wide open.
Thundercracker’s purrs meld into a low snarl. He bends forward, hand smoothing down the dip of Perceptor’s abdominal plates, the teal and red paint twitching underneath his claws.
Silently Perceptor fervently shakes his head in negativity ― but his traitorous body arches in supplication to the smooth gliding interloper ― as the Seeker’s hand dares to touch the uppermost edge of the plate that seals and conceals his interface relay.
Starscream situates himself so that he is neatly settled between Perceptor's spread thighs. His optics follow Thundercracker's questing hand hungrily while his own hands soothe the quivering legs wantonly that lay against his sides.
Beside him, Skywarp shifts, moving his own questing hands from legs to the clenched and spasming hands at Perceptor's waist. He takes one of the fists, slowly working the gears and easing the the fingers open. Once the hand is relaxed at his practiced touch, Skywarp meets Thundercracker's optics and kisses Perceptor's fingertips. The fluttering touches soon turn to open mouthing and eventually he slips one of the digits into his mouth.
Perceptor’s mouth opens and closes like a fish tossed onto dry land. The small Autobot’s optics partially shutter as the Seeker’s long glossa curls and coils around his finger. Perceptor moans softly when Skywarp grins around the captured digit, suckling loudly, sliding two more fingers into the wet depths of his mouth.
“That’s it…” Thundercracker’s breath glides across his audio and collar strut. Perceptor’s head twitches to the side as the blue Seeker gnaws along the slight fan of his shoulder, “Just relax.” The Decepticon coos in sibilant direction.
The small Autobot in yanked out of his heady fugue when Thundercracker bites down, rending a sharp surprised wail from the scientist. The wound barely bleeds, the plating merely scratched and the fuel lines narrowly punctured, but the sweet, thrilling flavor of scant drops of energon teases the air with heady perfume.
All three Seekers react to the scent of the spilt energon. Growling purrs echo through both their frames and their bond. Each of them knows what they all want, but the prize must go to their leader and the captor of this amazing and /delicious/ creature. Though Thundercracker was the one to make the initial wound, Starscream stakes his claim, licking the wound, sweetness flooding his mouth.
The Air Commander's hand does not fumble this time on his search for the release that will allow him access to the Autobot's interface components. He feels the switch and teases the area around it lightly while bringing his mouth close to the other mech's, nearly kissing him, "Perceptor. I am going to show you something wonderful...and you will /love/ it."
The Autobot isn’t easily swayed, no matter the Seeker’s saccharine words. Perceptor tries to clamp his knees and thighs together, on impulse trying to trap the Seeker’s hand from delving deeper.
Skywarp intercepts the smaller mech’s attempt to halt Starscream’s advancement. Perceptor keens as his legs are manipulated to unlock and allow their leader to continue his plunder.
“Give it to him, Starscream.” Thundercracker’s chassis rattles, the large Decepticon panting with the exertion to hold his frame steady, using every molecule of restrain to keep from swooping down upon the writhing, whimpering Autobot.
Perceptor prays to Primus for mercy, the small Autobot desperately wishing for camouflage similar to Mirage to melt into the background, to turn invisible and disappear from sight. The scientist doesn’t understand the strange heat settling in between his thighs, nor the growing dampness behind the heavy concealment of his plating.
Starscream is struggling to keep himself in check, it wouldn't do to completely ruin the Autobot. He can feel the trembles of Skywarp beside him, their wings just close enough that his movements create an exquisitely light and teasing breeze upon his own wings. He focuses on that sensation instead of the heat, fear, and confused arousal radiating from Perceptor.
"Relax, Little Autobot. I promise that you will enjoy yourself." Starscream releases the catch and the interface panel slides smoothly open. The teasing scent of arousal only strengthens and all three Seekers visibly tremble. With Perceptor's hands and legs secured by his brothers, Starscream is free to explore his bounty. One hand pets the trembling thigh to his left, while the other dips low and just barely /in/.
“Nnn--aaahhh!” Perceptor jolts at the blunt pressure against the port of his valve. The Seeker’s finger sunk down to the first knuckle.
The small Autobot’s hips wriggle, exploring the odd penetration. He whimpers as the motion causes a flash of electricity to stir between legs, his smooth inner plates dampened with a fresh dew of light lavender, the warm fluid trickling past the Seeker’s fingers. “W-W-what are you doing..?”
Thundercracker shudders. Unable to help himself, but wary of Starscream’s fangs and claws, the blue Seeker dips forward, melding his mouth with Skywarp’s, the blue Decepticon keening, enthusiastically laving the darker Decepticon’s fangs and lips with his glossa, murmuring for his brother’s attention.
Which he happily gives. Still keeping part of his attention on Starscream touching and preparing Perceptor, Skywarp eagerly trades touches with Thundercracker. He drags his claws along his brother's wings while hungrily nipping at his lips and jaw.
His hands roam, touching everywhere along his brother's frame that his arms can reach. Wandering down, his claws encounter the surprisingly still closed interface panel. Thundercracker shudders, "W-wait. Not too soon. I want to watch." Skywarp nods in agreement, but doesn't stop his claws from traversing along well known paths.
Meanwhile, Starscream is going frustratingly slow about his task. One finger had slipped into Perceptor's port valve with ease, and once the mech had grown accustomed to the strange, new sensation, Starscream had added another digit beside the first.
Starscream couldn't keep a self satisfied smirk from his face when he leaned forward, laving a trail up Perceptor's lower abdomen with his glossa. The resulting shivers preceding the entry of yet another clawed finger.
Perceptor’s fingers dig into Thundercracker’s thighs, the smaller mech sprawled against the blue Seeker’s bent legs. The combined hiss of vents and warm bulks of the three Seekers is suffocating. Haloed above him, meshed in another deep, plundering kiss, Thundercracker and Skywarp sigh and growl, their claws interweave and nick his brother’s plating.
Thundercracker rips his mouth away from Skywarp’s with a reluctant growl, their locked fangs and lips separating with a wet pop. “D-Don’t be shy…” The blue Seeker gulps for atmosphere, shaking hands falling to knead Perceptor’s clawed hands, the Autobot using his grip to brace his weight against the blue Seeker’s frame.
“I…d-don’t know w-what I’m doing…”
Thundercracker rattles a purr, “Stop thinking,” The Seeker grins at Starscream while his hands boldly dip into the vertical seam of Perceptor’s chassis, “Just let your body do the talking.” Perceptor shudders as the blue Decepticon’s long curved claws threaten to separate the seal of his plates and split apart his chassis to bare the gold and bronze Spark chamber and nova blue star of his Spark.
"Not /too/ far Thundercracker. It is his first time after all." Starscream lightly chastises over their link. All he gets is a warm, dark chuckle which is quickly replaced with a gasp as Skywarp does something interesting with his glossa.
Starscream makes his way up Perceptor's body, nipping and kissing as he goes, but keeping his hands busy below. When they are face to face he is pleased to note that the mech's blue optics are still open and not shuttered in panic like earlier. "He's right. This is the time you /don't/ have to think about anything. You just relax and enjoy the experience."
Starscream keeps Perceptor's gaze for a moment longer then nuzzles his cheek before trailing glossa down his neck. Perceptor is so overwhelmed that he doesn't hear the tell-tale click and whir of Starscream releasing his spike. Starscream bares his denta in a feral grin against the smaller mech's throat as he withdraws his fingers from Perceptor's port, leaving the mech unexpectedly empty.
Perceptor whimpers, the sudden loss strange to him. He blinks in disconcertion as Starscream settles upon him, the smaller Autobot’s legs lifted and hooked over the Decepticon’s hips.
The scientist’s upper body spasms off the ground, above Thundercracker’s thighs as the Seeker trine leader slowly impales him, the spike slipping like a smooth knife past his port, spearing the rippling length of his untouched valve.
His pleasure fizzles as the burn of the entry overwhelms his sensory systems. Forgetting the uselessness of the gesture, Perceptor begs, “Stop!” twisting and trying to slide off the mech’s spike. His hands beat and push at the Decepticon’s broad chassis, trying in vain to shove his weight off him.
Surprisingly, Starscream does stop, but while fully embedded in Perceptor. "What did I say about relaxing?" Starscream's wings tremble as he restrains himself, but his voice is teasing. He shifts minutely, readjusting Perceptor's legs around his waist so that he may use one hand freely. His claws trickle up the scientist's leg, creating a sound like rain on a thin metal roof.
When he reaches the junction between leg and hips, Starscream reaches around to Perceptor's posterior and gently delves into the exposed cables between the gaps in the plating. He watches Perceptor's face and sends a silent command to his trine to help him.
His two brothers reluctantly untangle themselves and ease into their earlier positions about the spread out Autobot. Skywarp traces his claws along Perceptor's abdomen and lower arms while Thundercracker resumes his place at the mech's head.
Thundercracker wraps his hand around Perceptor’s thigh, folding the limb upward and back until the Autobot’s knee rests at waist level. The blue Seeker purrs, digitizing the image of Starscream’s spike seated deep in the Autobot’s valve.
The little Autobot keens as Skywarp drags the smooth sides of his denta down the same vertical seam that Thundercracker had teased earlier. The dark Decepticon paws impatiently at the tight seal, growling when the Autobot shivers and heatedly shakes his head left and right.
“Such a tease,” Skywarp laughs at Thundercracker’s tease. The blue Seeker joins his brother with a free hand, tugging at the seals of the Autobot’s chest plates.
“Dooooon’t…” Perceptor’s security systems flash red in warning, signaling a threat to the seal integrity.
“Come on, come on…” Thundercracker mutters impatiently, wriggling his claws back and forth, burying them millimeter by millimeter. Until, finally, with a soft hiss and a series of pops, the plating snaps apart, the red and teal plates folding away to reveal the deep setting of the Autobot’s Spark chamber and nestled, rotating blue Spark.
Starscream hisses through grit denta as Perceptor’s frame jolts, the action sending pleasurable waves through their connection. “T-Thundercracker, what did I tell you?”
“Aw, Screamer, don’t be mad,” Skywarp responds for his brother. The darker Seeker’s claws edge closer to the open cavity of Perceptor’s chest, the throbbing light radiating from the exposed spark lapping at his claws.
“This little ‘bot is so sweet. We had to.”
The trine leader smirks, grabbing Skywarp’s shoulder joint and dragging him close. Their lips and fangs meet passionately and when they part after the brief encounter Skywarp sighs, “Knew you’d see it our way.”
“I’ve always let the both of you get away with far too much.” Starscream releases his brother, but not before lightly tapping his palm against the younger mech’s cheek in warning. The love tap reminds Skywarp of who’s in charge here.
Turning back to their prize, Starscream meets Perceptor’s panicked optics. Slowly and with a gentleness few have ever encountered from the Decepticon Second in Command, Starscream rolls his hips, drawing himself out and gradually back in to the tightness of the smaller mech’s port.
Perceptor jolts and cries, the dual stimulation of dragging claws along the rim of his Spark chamber and the slow, long lunge into the depths of his valve assaults him from top to bottom. “nNnnnn--” The Autobot pants, neck and shoulders rattling as he vainly struggles to keep his head aloft, hypnotized by the huge mechanical demon who slowly thrusts and lunges inside him, while his brothers growl and paw at his bared chest plates and heaving abdomen.
‘Make them stop!’ His processor screams in panic, Perceptor’s head whipping left and right in silent, feeble denial, ‘Don’t let them consume you alive…’ He moans softly, face tight with concentration as he tries to will away the horrible, devouring pleasure.
He whines when Starscream and his trine fail to acknowledge and acquiesce to the Autobot’s quiet whimpers and silent pleas to Primus for mercy. The trine leader settling his weight down upon the pinned mech, stretched close and tight until Perceptor has nowhere to go, the smaller mech’s mouth pressed against the Seeker’s chassis, moisture dewing the Decepticon’s plating as Perceptor pants and sobs with every forward thrust.
Skywarp writhes as he watches Starscream move, trailing one hand along his own frame while still pawing at what he can reach of Perceptor's exposed spark chamber. The energy that houses the Autobot's very essence and being throbs with each of his commander's thrusts which are steadily increasing in tempo.
The dark Seeker moans, his hand leaving his own body and trailing down Perceptor's side, inching closer to where the two Cybertronians' bodies meet. Starscream is sufficiently distracted and uncaring as Skywarp sweeps his claws closer to the damp heat.
It isn't until his brother's claws barely graze his spike that Starscream notices what Skywarp is doing. He snarls and flares his wings minutely, but doesn't slow his movements. The Autobot is wriggling in a delicious and hypnotic fashion. Overwhelmed by sensations, he doesn't even realize that his hips have started to move with Starscream, meeting his thrusts.
Skywarp matches Starscream's rhythm for a few beats, thrusting a digit in beside his spike, both their optics flutter with staticy pleasure. After he's plundered what he can, Skywarp reclaims his hand and delicately laves at the silky lubricants. Starscream has succumbed to panting as he watches the younger Decepticon savor the flavor before leaning towards Thundercracker, intent on sharing the treat.
Thundercracker releases a gusty sigh, dipping forward to meet his brother. He teases his glossa along the underside of Skywarp’s claws, suckling the three lavender dipped digits. The blue Seeker grins around the captured fingers, Skywarp dragging his thumb affectionately across his brother’s cheek.
The blue Seeker wraps his hands around Skywarp’s wrist, slowly, one by one loosening each claw from in between his lips. Never breaking eye contact, Thundercracker glides Skywarp’s captured hand downward. The blue Decepticon shudders, a faint mewl of pleasure twisting his features as Skywarp’s fingertips catch along the seams of his interface panel, a hot throb pulsing behind the sealed plate.
Thundercracker buries his face into Skywarp’s neck, arching against his fellow Decepticon, rubbing and grinding against his brother in a lewd dance of wanton need.
Not forgetting their little Autobot guest, Thundercracker braces his weight with one arm looped around Skywarp’s neck ― the blue Seeker panting hotly against the dark Decepticon’s neck, suckling and nipping at his brother’s cables and plates ― while Thundercracker suddenly buries his hand into the depths of Perceptor’s chassis, curling his long claws around the pulsing Spark, earning a long howl of pleasure and denial as the Autobot arches, mouth open in awe and horror as the ceiling and continuing waterfall of showerhead water erupts into beads of mercury and miniature nuclear detonations.
With the smaller mech arching below him and yowling like an organic in heat, Starscream's movements stutter. He fights to hold himself back, to make the pleasure last as long as possible. Slowing his pace to a steady pull and long push, Starscream studies his pet's features. The Autobot's optics are flickering on and off rapidly, his mouth open and gasping. Starscream takes the opportunity and kisses Perceptor. He licks at the open mouth before dipping in and exploring. His glossa travels over the smaller mech's denta, before encountering the other's glossa. The innocent thing probably doesn't even know how to kiss properly, and Starscream did always teach best through example.
Beside the two mechs coupling on the floor, Skywarp doesn't hesitate to fulfill his brother's obvious wishes. His claws find the switch, but Thundercracker beats him to it and opens his panel invitingly. The claws dip into the wet heat, more than ready for his touch. The blue Seeker bucks at his touch, unintentionally tightening his grip around Perceptor's spark.
Responding to the clench of the long talons, Perceptor’s mouth, pressed to Starscream’s, smashes harder against the Seeker as his cries are swallowed by the larger Seeker.
Thundercracker yowls, his voice carrying louder than the Autobot’s, when Skywarp yanks him forward, spilling the blue Seeker into his lap, the Decepticon straddling and suddenly sinking down upon his brother’s spike as Skywarp impatiently snaps his claws upon Thundercracker’s waist and impales his wriggling, growling brother upon the pressurized length.
Perceptor keens, torn by morbid arousal and battling modesty, unable to do anything besides watch the two Seekers practically tear into each other. Thundercracker’s grip around Perceptor’s Spark finally relents, the large Decepticon needing all of his strength to wrap his arms around Skywarp’s shoulders, hands curled down his brother’s back, clawing curls of dark paint off Skywarp’s frame, throwing his helm back and letting Skywarp mouth and gnaw at his bared throat. The blue Seeker only snarls once, but submits when Skywarp bears him to the floor of the washracks, the blue Seeker allowing his darker brother to take the lead and have his way with him, Thundercracker wriggling in delight at the sharp, pleasurable sting of his wings pinched and folded between their combined mass.
Starscream chuckles at Perceptor's wide eyed fascination with his brothers’ wild abandonment. "Do you like my trine mates? Do you enjoy watching them?"
Perceptor sputters, his mind and body equally overwhelmed and conflicted by these sensuous creatures. "Don't worry. I like them too." Starscream purrs as he once again increases his pace, deepening each thrust. "Do you know why they're so excited, little Autobot?"
Another two thrusts to let the question sink in, "It's because of you," he whispers with a fanged smile.
Perceptor shakes, whimpering, “n…no…” He denies, “You…you’re misinformed. I-I’m nothing special…”
His constant insistence on prudish discontent and bashfulness reaches the limit of the Decepticon’s patience.
The Autobot is cut off, snagged in the middle of an agonized shriek and confused wail as the Decepticon rears back, ruby optics burning with something far more dangerous than passion. Perceptor flares his arms up around his face, turning his helm aside, shaking as the Seeker snarls.
"Calling me a liar again? Imbecilic Little Autobot." Starscream is buried deep in Perceptor, but his mind, his anger, overrides his pleasure at the moment, "Stop being so coy. I've taken great care to ensure you have enjoyed every experience you've had here, and yet you still deny me. Don't forget that I could have very well killed you out there in the wastes and left your parts to rust!"
Skywarp and Thundercracker have stalled in their rutting, their commander's anger and /something/ else leaking into them over their bond.
Starscream bares his fangs, snarling at his cowering prey. "I've played nice. I'm not waiting any longer." With a simple command relayed through his systems, Starscream's chest shifts open, revealing his own spark chamber.
Perceptor rears away with his hands held in the air between them, as if too afraid to reach forward and try to shove the mech away in fear of his hands coming too close to the dangerous roiling ball of crimson energy.
“No!” The Autobot wrestles to slap away the Seeker’s large hands, “We….are at war! What you insist…it is near sacrilege!” The mech tries to shield his optics away from the halo of red promise that burns off the Decepticon’s Spark, Perceptor desperate to keep the mech at bay.
“You can’t!” He insists. Trying to reason with the mech, “You can’t!!” Spark bonds were forbidden, decreed by both Megatron and Autobot, the single ruling that the Decepticon and Autobot leader shared absolute resolution in ordering their soldiers to abstain from such deep bonds during the Great War. The threat of warring soldiers tied to another left these partnerships vulnerable.
Bonded mechs and femmes did not perish should their mate fall in battle; their deep-rooted connection forged an unbreakable bond that left no secrets or lies between linked Cybertronians.
It was too great of a risk to allow the enemy a chance to delve into a well of limitless secrets.
Starscream grasps the flailing wrists, securing them above Perceptor's head. "You forget your place. You are a prisoner. You are /ours/."
Beside them, Skywarp smoothly shifts his hips, resuming what had been interrupted. Thundercracker sighs, his head falling back to allow Skywarp better access to his throat. Though both mech's are deeply involved in their current activity, their optics stay keenly focused on Starscream.
The Decepticon Air Commander lowers himself, his spark achingly close to the scientist's. "Perceptor. Here and now, you are no longer an Autobot. You simply belong to me and mine." And with that he closes the gap.
The angry red Spark seems to split down the middle, jagged edges opening like the maw of some great beast. With one mighty bite, the crooked fangs sink around the quivering blue Spark; a bead of violet flickers into life in the corona of the sputtering, churning union of two Sparks.
The microscopic sensors and heightened receptors of his optical screens fritz and freeze, but just as soon as the world is stopped in mid-motion, it begins to melt down across his visual sight like a rainbow of neon paint slowly dripping down a wall.
A confusion of differing commands and word sequences echo throughout his processor like the ancient bells inside an empty cathedral.
/Wanting/
/Fury, Seether, No Denying/
/Blasphemy/
/Initiate/
/…ot this way!/
/Unauthorized entry/
/minemineminemine/
/brotheroursyoursforever/
/sequencing/
/INITIATE TOTAL SYSTEMS RESTART/
/IN THREE…TWO…ONE/
The video feed ceases, optical screens pitched into darkness. At the farthest reaches of his sensory network, Perceptor hears sharp, near manic laughter chase after him as he falls into a cavern of silence and shadows.
As soon as Starscream crashes his spark into Perceptor's, Skywarp and Thundercracker open their own spark chambers as well. They dive towards each other, the act familiar after so many times. They welcome each other's presence, riding their shared pleasure to overload...until something /different/ happens.
They both feel it, yet neither knows what it is. Skywarp is suddenly aware of Starscream just like what it would feel like if they were the two merging instead of he and Thundercracker. His Air Commander is full of lust, near obsession, and a myriad of other strange and convoluted emotions. He's dragged along with his two bonded, as they envelop what he knows is Perceptor's spark.
When his systems are online again, his spike is still buried in his brother, the both of them panting. Starscream is laughing, the sound disturbing to Sky's audios and reminding him of better forgotten times. That's when he feels it and knows. Maybe it's because they were already a bonded trine in all senses of the word. Or maybe it was the situation or Perceptor himself.
Maybe it was a combination of all of these or just a Primus be-damned cosmic joke. Somehow while merging with Perceptor, a bond had formed...and it was permanent.
When his systems reboot and he comes back online, Perceptor’s optical screens blink into life a pale sky blue.
He lifts his head off his folded arms, trying to process and organize his thoughts amidst the confusion of his new quarters. The slim Autobot sprawled on his side in the middle of a huge berth, arms folded and legs tangled while he was in forced recharge.
In 4.27 seconds, Perceptor’s memory snaps into place with a near audible crack. His hand immediately flies to his chest. The Autobot’s vents breathe a shaky sigh of relief when he finds the plates resealed, his Spark concealed from view.
His dermal plating flushes in mortified realization when his thighs clench and valve aches, reminding him of his….activities from much earlier, Perceptor’s hands briefly cover his face, the scientist dreading that he will offline from the curl of shame intermixed with a flash of sated pleasure that stirs within the depths of his abused lower regions.
With a low groan, his interface array sealed tight but throbbing, Perceptor pushes up onto his hands and knees, warily surveying the large room, blinking sharply as he analyzes the dimensions of the silver and gray quarters, the Autobot immediately seeking out the nearest exit, head tilted, carefully listening for the tread or whisper of any Decepticons who may be close by, or worse yet, sharing these quarters with him.
Starscream can feel it when Perceptor onlines. Though it would have been the courteous thing to do, he chooses not to wait for the mech to emerge. Instead he enters the room to find an unexpected but very pleasant sight. The 'bot doesn't even realize the suggestive position that he's in, that much is clear as his optics zero in on Starscream.
"Ready for another go so soon?" He quips as he settles his hand on his hips.
Perceptor would bet credits that an amusing multitude of expression shifts across his face in response to the Decepticon’s lewd invitation.
The Autobot swears an energon capillary bursts a valve from the swell of embarrassment and indignant fury.
“Absolutely not!” Shoving off the edge of the berth Perceptor is proud of the fact that he only bounces once when he lands on his pedes, the sharp fall from the tall berth causing his tank to jostle in a nauseating waltz, “How dare you even insinuate such a thing.” The Autobot attempts to march past the much larger mech. Finding his path barred, Perceptor lifts his chin, trying to glare the Decepticon down, “Let me pass.” He demands.
“And where would you go?” The Seeker looks down at the smaller mech. “You have no transportation and no one knows where you are. Your team was separated from a larger group, correct? Do they even know that your ship malfunctioned?
His voice was haughty as Starscream continued to ask all the questions that had been on Perceptor's mind after his team's ship had crashed. “Let’s not forget the Autobots on this system’s third planet, I know they don’t even know you’re coming. It was awfully thoughtful of you to decide to wait until you were sure the signal was real before sending a reply. Too bad you never got the chance."
Perceptor’s shoulders shake, the smaller mech refusing to take a step back in the face of the awful truth that comes from the lips of a mecha devil. “Shut up…” He whispers.
His hand flies to his chassis, vents shuddering in shock and confusion as a hot red wave of anger spikes his energon capillaries.
Starscream smirks, leaning over Perceptor slightly. The crowded mech takes a half step backwards, further into the room. "For a scientist, you are very good at denying the truth. Though you keep denying it, I have not lied to you since we met."
Reaching a claw forward, he lightly taps at Perceptor's chest. "And you know it."
Perceptor’s breathe shudders, and he roughly, desperately, slaps the Decepticon’s claws away.
“Don’t presume anything!” The Autobot curls away, hands folded prudishly across his chassis, as if the mech’s ruby eyes are staring right through him, devouring the nuances and pulse of his Spark, “You and your brothers forged this…this /connection/.” He spits the word as if it burns his glossa like acid, “But you assume too much if you think this changes the fact that we are on opposite warring factions.”
The Autobot glares angrily at the tall mech, growling “And I cannot forget, or forgive, the brutal deactivation of my allies. Horizon and Volt did not deserve to perish beneath your brother’s claws. You may not have made the strike yourself, but neither did you halt his actions when you were aware of the deed he was to carry out.”
The Air Commander can't help but chuckle. "It seems you've managed to grow a spine, Little Autobot. This is a pleasing development."
Starscream leans against the open door frame, crossing one ankle over the other. "I've already explained myself to you concerning that. This is war. Would you rather I had decided to have your spark extinguished as well, instead of taking mercy on you?"
His courage and anger evaporates, dissipating into a deep well of sadness and loneliness ― a strange feeling, with the three Sparks that hum along the edge of his sensory systems, the bond making him all too aware of the forged connection with the three Decepticon Seekers.
Perceptor’s bottom lip disappears between his smooth silver denta, the Autobot’s focusing on the sting of pain, forcing his vocoder to remain silent while his depressing admission whispers throughout his processor.
‘Yes.’ That singular thought damns him.
That one word echoes through the bond and Starscream stiffens. He even feels his brothers’ confused reactions, as they do not know in what context to take the word and feelings that come with it.
With a snarl, Starscream descends on the Autobot. His claws grip the plating around Perceptor's shoulders, digging in to secure his hold. "You may wish for death, Autobot, but that is not your decision anymore. With your submission to be our prisoner and now with bond we share, you belong to me and my brothers." Starscream gives the scientist a rough shake.
"Your comrades are gone, and they are not coming back. We are all you have and all you will ever need." He releases one shoulder, bringing his hand up to Perceptor's face. Grasping the smaller mech's chin harshly, he hisses, "We will not just let you go...in any fashion."
Perceptor grimaces from the possessive touch, the pinch of the Seeker’s claws nearly breaking the soft dermal plates of his mandible.
With a sharp, desperate cry, the Autobot twists and slings an arm then a leg in the Seeker’s direction, aiming for a sensitive, tightly concealed bundle of neural bundles nestled within a dip of the mech’s hip, another buried wrist deep in the Decepticon’s abdominal wall.
Starscream howls, the flash of pain and burn of neural feedback makes the mech stumble onto one knee. Perceptor keens as the mech falls, aghast by the desperate rage that had fueled his rash action.
But he doesn’t allow his terror and a momentary flash of remorse blind him. He was an Autobot prisoner at the mercy of Decepticons, and swallowing his sense of honor, he ordered himself to forget about the mech hunched over and clutching the stinging plating, the scientist’s processor screaming for him to /move/!
Perceptor dashes around the huge mech, ducking a broad swing as the Seeker’s claws dart out to catch him. Tripping through the entryway, the Autobot turns to the right, bouncing off the wall when he takes a corner too sharply. The small mech grunts at the blunt impact, but stays on his pedes.
Behind him, a ferocious roar rattles the ceiling and walls. Perceptor isn’t so foolish as to pause or look back, focusing on the distant haloed square of dim light at the end of the maze of hallways, while the shadow of an enraged, huge Seeker chases after his heels.
Starscream is still clutching at his chassis and nursing a limp as he stumbles after the Autobot. He comms Thundercracker and Skywarp for assistance instinctively, "The little glitch is trying to run away. Stop him!"
Perceptor's panic is fluttering through the bond frantically, like a butterfly caught in a jar. The Air Commander is fast in his element, but in tight corridors and injured he cannot hope to match pace with Perceptor. His leg buckles under him after turning a corner too quickly, just in time to see the mech escape through a windowed airlock door. Starscream's spark throbs with anger that is barely soothed by Skywarp's comm. "I see him!"
Outside, Skywarp's form slices through the air as he quickly returns to the ship. He'd nearly laughed himself out of the sky upon hearing that their little Autobot had escaped, but both his and Starscream's emotions over the bond quickly sobered him. It wouldn't do to have their pet injure himself in a panic.
He arrives to see Perceptor stumbling out of the ship and into the sunlight. The mech shields his optics from the harsh brightness and Skywarp dives for his prey. He slows his descent enough not to injure, but they both tumble to the ground with the impact.
Perceptor is spilled to the ground, rolling like a top down a small mound of rocks. Skywarp tumbles head over pedes, the Decepticon emitting a sharp yelp as he flops onto his stomach, equilibrium bearings topsy turvy from the wild tumble.
Perceptor groans, rising like a mech with a tank full of high grade. He stumbles weak-kneed away from the downed Seeker, falling against a large outcropping, bracing a shoulder to bear his weight while he uses a precious second to regain his strength and coordination.
The Autobot fires off a string of codes ― his digitized sequence pings the signal across the data stream ― searching for the small communication dish that should still hard lined into the radio network of his ship. He uses the answering signal to triangulate his position and the distance between his current location and the downed vessel.
Skywarp wobbled as he rose to his hands and knees, his equilibrium systems recalibrating themselves. He senses the Autobot throwing out signal, but not its content.
Heaving himself with a grunt, he huffs out a laugh. "That won't do you any good, Little Autobot."
The mech's optics widen, shining with panic as his attention is grabbed by the Seeker. Skywarp braces a hand against a close boulder, rubbing absentmindedly at his cockpit which had taken the full force of his near crash landing. "No one's going to come looking for you anymore. The Autobots have come and gone. Saw it myself."
The dark Seeker's lips quirk as he watches the information sink in. "They've given you up for scrap."
“N-No.” Perceptor shakes his helm, refusing to allow the mech’s lies to sweeten the depths of his despair, turn it into a sharp, cloying poison that would suffocate him alive, “They would not leave without searching for survivors or bodies.”
“We made sure there were no remains left intact to positively identify any mech.” Thundercracker transformers and drops from the sky, landing gracefully upon the sharp edges of another outcropping. The blue Seeker earned a moue of displeasure, a sullen glare from Skywarp for his perfect execution and landing, the dark Seeker muttering at his own scuffed plating.
Perceptor’s tank roils. “…you desecrated their remains…” He claps a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle the urge to purge.
Thundercracker tilts his head inquisitively, slanted optics observing the Autobot tremble, “Only after we drained the last drop of energon from their husks. We certainly could not allow such fuel to dry and go to waste. It is too precious to waste while we remain on this planet. Our rations can only last for so long, and works only so well to stave our hunger.”
Perceptor slowly crumbles, folding onto his knees. His hand quivers upon his lips, words muffled as he groans, “They wouldn’t leave….” He begins to rock himself, refusing to believe the two Decepticons, “They…they can’t…they can’t―”
"They can and they did," Starscream interjects, having finally caught up with his runaway. His self repairs have made his limp less noticeable, but he's still favoring his side as he lands softly beside Skywarp. His optics inspects his dark brother, but finds only superficial damage. "At least you didn't land with your face this time," he sends over their link, chuckling.
As Skywarp splutters behind him, Starscream approaches Perceptor. He stops just a few paces away, looking down at the trembling Autobot. "I told you we wouldn't let you leave. It's for the better now anyway, as it seems that your Autobot allies have abandoned you. /They/ were the ones that let you go."
Perceptor shudders, ignoring the Decepticon and the ugly truth that he boasts.
‘M-maybe they will return…’ He tries to calm himself with a small glimmer of hope, ‘If I can rig a small communication unit, or hotwire into their ship’s systems….’ The Autobot’s processor races with every possible scenario and happenstance that he can manipulate to suit his needs, not so ready to give up hope that he has been abandoned as one more statistic in the Great War.
The Decepticon Second in Command studies his prisoner's trembling frame. Luckily for him, Perceptor doesn't have nearly enough practice or experience with a bond as he and his trine do. The racing thoughts, while not able to be interpreted word for word, easily convey the Autobot's emotions and racing thought processes. "Do we really need to drive the bolt home?... ...What reason would they have to come back? They think you are dead and even if you were somehow able to contact them, do you think they would take you back? After everything you know has been compromised by a /forbidden/ bond?"
“A bond /you/ forced on me!!” Perceptor wails, betrayed and cornered by the constant bombardment of entreaties and words that the Decepticons weave throughout his processor. His hands claw at his helm, “I didn’t want any part of this!”
Thundercracker rears back at the impassioned howl, the mech’s Spark experiencing a sharp knife of agony. He bumps into Skywarp, his wings rattling and arched, the blue Seeker clutching his own helm as his Spark responds to the Autobot’s in sympathy. Thundercracker moans in hurt, leaning against his brother’s chassis.
"TC? W-what's wrong?" Skywarp's caught off guard, instinctively wrapping his arms around his brother. The blue mech moans, one knee falling to rest in the dirt. "Thundercracker?! Starscream, what's wrong with him?"
The Air Commander is just as confused and concerned as his brother, but keeps his emotions in check. Analyzing their surroundings with both sensors and optics, Starscream finds nothing that could have caused such a reaction from Thundercracker. That is until, his scarlet gaze settles on Perceptor, clutching his helm and rocking in place. The smaller mech is in shock and panicking and somehow those emotions are filtering uncontrollably into their brother. Starscream quickly makes a decision.
He throws himself down to his knees in front of Perceptor, absently noting the energon tear tracks down his cheeks.
Starscream reaches over and places a hand on either side of Perceptor's face, and gently tilts it up. His thumbs sweep gently under the smaller mech's optics, wiping at the energon, before he leans forward and presses his lips to Perceptor's.
As one, Perceptor and Thundercracker fall slack; the blue Seeker drooping in Skywarp’s arms as the warmth of his leader floods the bond. Perceptor collapsing in the Decepticon’s arms ― exhausted by the physical and psychological strain, his frame pushed to the limit ― Starscream’s tender claw-tipped touch and deep kiss steals the last vestiges of his strength.
Starscream reluctantly steps back, separating the kiss. Perceptor’s optics blink in slow motion, the reassurance and warmth across the bond making his movements and processor speed drowsy. Weak as a sparkling, Perceptor does not fight as the large Seeker scoops him off his pedes, leaning against the Decepticon’s broad frame. Skywarp loops his arms around Thundercracker, helping his brother stand on shaking limbs, the blue Seeker’s clawed hands curled and pressed against his brother’s frame, the Decepticon practically welded to Skywarp’s frame.
"Are you all right now?" Skywarp asks his brother quietly, while helping support his heavy frame. The mood has changed drastically from just a few moments before. The older Seeker doesn't respond verbally, just nods his head and sends tired reassurance through their bond.
Though the action is heartening, the dark Seeker is still concerned. He half drags his weakened brother with him as he follows Starscream back towards their ship. "'Screamer? What--what was that? I've...never seen anything like that before."
Starscream chooses to ignore his brother for now, his processor struggling to comprehend what had just happened. He already had some theories, but the ramifications if they were true were just...unbelievable. A small noise from his cargo catches his audio units and red optics meet dimmed blue.
"You're a very intriguing mech, Perceptor."
Perceptor’s optics flicker, then he relaxes further against the mech, his temple bumping Starscream’s chassis, sedated by the steady pulse of the bond, a tranquilizer effect instilled within his energon capillaries. Thundercracker similarly affected, Skywarp’s grip the only thing preventing the blue Seeker from crumbling to the dusty ground in a heap.
The small band of Cybertronians trudged through the red dirt with their feet dragging. The strange episode had left a staticy tang in Starscream's mouth; his body and mind suddenly exhausted. The Autobot in his arms, was quiet and still with his optics half shuttered.
The Air Commander led his trine into their vessel and back down the twisting corridors to the room that Perceptor had woken up in. The room was sparse and boring, par for most military ships, but there were small details that spoke of it's most recent occupants - claw marks and swatches of paint on the walls from their more interesting excursions upon this well used berth.
But this wasn't the time for that, they need rest and time. Time to figure out what they had gotten themselves into…time to let this strange new bond settle into itself.
Starscream gently laid Perceptor down on the berth then turned to help Skywarp do the same with Thundercracker.
The smaller Autobot immediately rolled over onto his side, curled in the middle of the gargantuan berth.
Thundercracker flops onto his belly, assisted by his brothers, Skywarp especially making sure the blue Seeker doesn’t roll back off the edge of the berth, the blue Decepticon limp like a ragdoll, barely twitching a claw as he lays sprawled upon the metal berth.
“Scoot over!” Thundercracker’s optics blink online, glaring up at his pouting brother, Skywarp insistently nudging him to make room for the other two Seekers.
Thundercracker rewards his constant pokes with a warning snarl of distaste, shoulders hunching, wings rattling like a coiled rattlesnake.
Starscream flicks his brother's wing with a claw, "Enough of that, berth hog. Make room for us or you'll be recharging on the floor." Skywarp crosses his arms over his chassis and smiles triumphantly as his commander sides with him.
Thundercracker grumbles sourly, but faced against the unfair odds, he reluctantly succumbs. Taking his sweet time, the blue Seeker moans and heaves onto his hands and knees ― punishing his brothers with a practiced seductive stretch and a coy twitch of his aft ― and slides aside to allow the two Seekers room, carefully crawling over the smaller Autobot to reach the other side of the berth welded to the wall.
Perceptor twitches as the huge mech looms above him, a great beast coiled and stretched above him like a silver and blue panther, before the Seeker rolls over onto his side, Thundercracker’s back and wings pressed tight against the wall, a natural desire for any smart, twitchy Decepticon to have his backside shielded from the plunge of a sharp edged weapon.
Once his brother is settled, Skywarp clambers onto the berth. He crawls over Perceptor, staying over him a bit longer than necessary, but not really doing anything but looking. When he gets to Thundercracker, he grabs the older mech’s shoulder for leverage and then hoists himself over and on top of him. "I want the wall." When the blue mech just grumbles and shifts in agitation, Skywarp stops holding up his own weight and settles on top of Thundercracker. It's an old game between them used sometimes in their wrestling matches and even in midair dog fights. Dead weight can seem unreasonably heavy is enough effort is put into it.
Too drained to argue, Thundercracker shifts away from the wall and Skywarp tumbles, neatly sliding into his chosen spot. He grins in triumph while wrapping his arms around his brother's midsection.
Starscream watches the scene with a bit of nostalgia, remembering their younger days before the war when they could at least claim to be innocent. He climbs into the berth as well, taking his customary position between his trine and any potential danger that could come in through their door.
The berth is wide, but not really meant for four adult mechs to share. It's a tight fit, but a comfortable one.
Perceptor rolls into Starscream’s arms due to Skywarp and Thundercracker wrestling for more space, Skywarp cackling in victory as he curls his arms and long legs around his blue Seeker. Thundercracker drags his claws down the mech’s shoulders, but immediately soothes the sting of his talons by stretching upward and nipping softly, affectionately at the teleporter’s collar struts and throat.
“Brat,” Thundercracker mutters.
Skywarp snorts, “Cog calling the wheel round.” The dark Seeker tweaks Thundercracker’s wingtip, burrowing into his brother’s welcoming arms, the dark mech snuggling in close and tight.
Perceptor manages to tug his face back a few feet ― after having been promptly shoved and buried into Starscream’s chassis because of the other Seekers’ fun and games ― and he yips softly when he realizes he is once again caged in a Decepticon Seeker’s embrace.
‘Oh my…’ Perceptor wriggles in vain for freedom, the trine leader’s arms unbreakable, tightening in warning when the microscope attempts another wiggle.
Starscream's systems let out a low subsonic hum, not in excitement, but because he is content at the moment. His trine is safe and happy and his Autobot held close. He tries not to think about all the events leading up to their current situation ― that can wait until later. Now he just revels in their warmth, both physical and through the bond.
He can tell that Perceptor is getting nervous again, coming out of his stupor induced calm. One hand travels up the 'bot's back and settles on his helm. Raking his claws gently over the grooves and protrusions, Starscream pets and attempts to soothe their new bond mate, "Sshh. Don't worry right now. All is well and you are safe."
‘Safe from whom?’ The smaller Autobot wonders, ‘Shouldn’t I be afraid? I lie amongst the devils known as Decepticons. But instead….I feel a strange sort of calm.’
He sighs, deciding he is too tired to contemplate and worry. Instead he buckles and surrenders knowingly and willingly, lulled by the coos and whispers of the large mech. The long arms around him tighten until there is no place else to go instead to curl against the Decepticon’s chassis, Perceptor’s arms unconsciously sliding around a thicker waist as he lies buried against the steady hum and heat of another Cybertronian.
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Title: Red Planet (2/6)
Author: dreamerchaos and odd_stick
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Hasbro. I'm only playing with them.
Rating: Mature. STICKY.
Pairing: StarscreamxPerceptor.
Summary: Based off of Bayverse characters. An IM session between odd_stick and I morphed into this piece.
For nova_myth, since we were discussing drabbles and she mentioned that she missed updates on my Movieverse Starscream/Perceptor…Kinda evolved from a drabble, to a one-shot, to this monster.
Perceptor wails like a wounded animal. Kicking and bucks, he twists and pulls, screaming “LIAR!!” He manages to flip onto his side, kicking at Starscream, his pedes clanging off the Seeker’s legs and midsection, “You liar! You lied! You LIED!!”
Thundercracker snags the Autobot’s wrists, locking them together beneath his stronger grip, pinning the smaller mech’s arms down the only way to keep the mech from trying to claw at Starscream’s face and optics.
“Get…off…me!!” Perceptor snaps his denta and kicks with his lower limbs, the Seekers having to pair together to flip the mech over and onto his belly. The Autobot grunts as his chin smacks the metal tiles, falling onto his wrists and elbows, upper limbs still pinned, the Autobot cursing and flailing feebly, his hips arched obscenely as Starscream grapples and wraps his claws around Perceptor’s waist.
Starscream throws a glare Skywarp's way before straddling Perceptor and settling himself along his back, effectively holding the mech immobile. His mouth close to Perceptor's audio he hisses, "Be silent! Be still!” Neither command is followed so Starscream wraps a hand around the back of the mech's neck, squeezing firmly, while the claws of his other hand dig between the armor and into the sensitive wiring beneath.
Perceptor freezes, but his frame still shakes and quiet words are still tumbling out of his mouth. Starscream inches closer, within kissing distance of Perceptor's helm. "You are wrong, Autobot. I am /not/ a liar. I kept my word and you must keep yours."
"B-but you...you promised you wouldn't harm them. H-how could you...?” Perceptor was nearly sobbing in rage and grief.
Denta bared Starscream grit out, "Exactly. /I/ did not harm them. I have lied about /nothing/.”
"Did you really think we could just let them go? They were Autobots, and that makes them soldiers in this war. If we hadn't done our duty, and they had called for reinforcements, do you think you're allies would have had any more mercy for us?"
“Y-You misled me.” Perceptor’s optics flicker offline then online, “you gave false pretense,” Static crackles across his vocoder.
Pinned as he is, the Autobot can still manage to twitch his head enough to glance in Skywarp’s direction. Energon snaking down the tall mech’s frame in thin lavender rivulets.
The Autobot shudders, “…a-and once you and your Trine are done with me, then you will do exactly the same thing that you did to my comrades.”
Perceptor tries and manages to force his frame to go slack. “Just get it over with…whatever it is that you insist upon doing to me. It makes no difference. Your touches confuse me, but if it sates your desires, then that is all that matters, isn’t it?”
"You're right. It makes no difference what you want because you are the prisoner here...but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it too.” Starscream's firm hold change - the hand on Perceptor’s neck let’s up and instead caresses and massages the abused cables. He removes his other claws from the sensitive wiring and soothes the surrounding plates.
At his silent signal, Thundercracker begins lightly touching again as well. Starscream locks optics with Skywarp, who is still half way in the wash room. Over their channel he sends, "Get yourself cleaned up and leave quietly. You'll be lucky if he isn't ruined now."
"What? Leave? How was I supposed to know you guys were in here?” Glares, anger, and lust are shared between the two - Starscream still revved up from before their interruption and Skywarp from still high on violence. "Fine. You can stay for now. Just...stop being stupid for once."
"Yes!” Skywarp quietly edges to the farthest wash rack. Hunger for to join clear in his body language and optics. Starscream smirks, gliding a hand up Perceptor's side and yet still keeping up his silent conversation with his youngest brother. "Don't think you've gotten away with interrupting us though. You'll pay for that later."
Perceptor jerked and bucked as another pair of hands snaked forward to clack and drag down his lower back.
The smaller mech keened, writhing, trying to jerk his appendages free and crawl away.
“Where do you think that you’re going?” Thundercracker yanks him back, the Autobot sprawling against his huge chassis.
“S-Stop!” Perceptor pulls at his bound wrists, the cage of claws wound tight around his wrists and forearms.
With an audio still on Skywarp, Starscream takes the time to reposition. Once he's sure that Thundercracker has a firm hold of their Autobot, he eases his torso away from the trembling mech, but makes sure to keep his hands gripping and gently scratching at panels. As he moves, he settles himself a bit lower and more firmly upon Perceptor's posterior. The mech below him, focusing primarily on the other Seeker, registers the unexpected pressure with a gasp. Starscream meets his brother's optics over the scientist's bowed helm. Starscream then resumes his earlier ministrations, dragging the backs of his claws along the sensitive seams of armor along the mech's sides. One hand travels up, eventually coming to rest at the base of Perceptor's head.
There he fingers the exposed wiring and cables, his systems heating up again at the small noises escaping their prisoner.
Perceptor shivers, the fingers nipping and snagging curled claws like tiny seductresses. His vents hitch online once more, the small mech’s entire frame shuddering.
“What are you /doing/?” He tries to sit back and put distance between him and the blue Seeker, to slide up onto his knees, but Starscream’s heavy weight forces him back down.
“What’s the matter?” Thundercracker purrs, hot ruby optics staring in Skywarp’s direction, imprisoning his brother under the spell of his slanted gaze, the blue Seeker’s hands curling up and down Perceptor’s forearms and wrists, “Don’t tell me that you’re /stainless/?”
Perceptor burns with mortification at the crude term. “….I…” The Autobot quivers, refusing to raise his head and meet Thundercracker’s intense, inquisitive gaze.
Skywarp would have had no issues joining in the fray still covered in his prey's spilt energon, but he knew it bothered the other two Seekers simply because it was "simply disgusting" as one of them had put it. So he dutifully and thoroughly cleaned his frame, sneaking peeks at his brothers all the while.
His vents were gently purring at the show, his washing becoming a bit more self gratifying with each pass. It wasn't until Thundercracker met his gaze that he couldn't take it anymore. In a warm, teasing tone, he commed Starscream, "Permission to approach, Sir?"
The Air Commander doesn't even slow his actions, smoothly leaning closer to Perceptor and mouthing at his shoulders and neck. Silently he replied, "Of course. Just remember not to frighten him. He's very likely stainless." The pleasure of a warm berth and a warm mech always made him more forgiving.
Skywarp acknowledged, approaching quietly and out of the Autobot's range of sight. He slipped in behind and beside Starscream, straddling one of his brother's and the captured mech's legs. Teasingly, he kissed Starscream's wing while his hands reached for the Autobot's lower leg.
His first touch was light, testing, as he caressed the ankle. When the mech didn't seem to react too strongly, he pressed in a bit, rubbing at Perceptor's lower leg with increasingly bold strokes.
Perceptor twists around as much as the three mechs will allow. He glanced over one shoulder, wide, glimmering blue optics alight upon the ravenous pair of tiny ruby suns.
Between Starscream and Skywarp, they both twist the Autobot around to lay him on his side, one ankle imprisoned by Starscream’s grip, while the other Seeker continues his intensive probing and caressing.
The Autobot mewled when claw tips continue to slide inexorably upward and crook into the back seams of his knees. The atmosphere judders from his vents while his lower limbs twitch apart instinctively at the probing touch.
His reactive action allows the dark Seeker’s hand to coil around his knee, folding the Autobot’s leg up and bending it at a comfortable angle, laying the smaller mech wide open.
Thundercracker’s purrs meld into a low snarl. He bends forward, hand smoothing down the dip of Perceptor’s abdominal plates, the teal and red paint twitching underneath his claws.
Silently Perceptor fervently shakes his head in negativity ― but his traitorous body arches in supplication to the smooth gliding interloper ― as the Seeker’s hand dares to touch the uppermost edge of the plate that seals and conceals his interface relay.
Starscream situates himself so that he is neatly settled between Perceptor's spread thighs. His optics follow Thundercracker's questing hand hungrily while his own hands soothe the quivering legs wantonly that lay against his sides.
Beside him, Skywarp shifts, moving his own questing hands from legs to the clenched and spasming hands at Perceptor's waist. He takes one of the fists, slowly working the gears and easing the the fingers open. Once the hand is relaxed at his practiced touch, Skywarp meets Thundercracker's optics and kisses Perceptor's fingertips. The fluttering touches soon turn to open mouthing and eventually he slips one of the digits into his mouth.
Perceptor’s mouth opens and closes like a fish tossed onto dry land. The small Autobot’s optics partially shutter as the Seeker’s long glossa curls and coils around his finger. Perceptor moans softly when Skywarp grins around the captured digit, suckling loudly, sliding two more fingers into the wet depths of his mouth.
“That’s it…” Thundercracker’s breath glides across his audio and collar strut. Perceptor’s head twitches to the side as the blue Seeker gnaws along the slight fan of his shoulder, “Just relax.” The Decepticon coos in sibilant direction.
The small Autobot in yanked out of his heady fugue when Thundercracker bites down, rending a sharp surprised wail from the scientist. The wound barely bleeds, the plating merely scratched and the fuel lines narrowly punctured, but the sweet, thrilling flavor of scant drops of energon teases the air with heady perfume.
All three Seekers react to the scent of the spilt energon. Growling purrs echo through both their frames and their bond. Each of them knows what they all want, but the prize must go to their leader and the captor of this amazing and /delicious/ creature. Though Thundercracker was the one to make the initial wound, Starscream stakes his claim, licking the wound, sweetness flooding his mouth.
The Air Commander's hand does not fumble this time on his search for the release that will allow him access to the Autobot's interface components. He feels the switch and teases the area around it lightly while bringing his mouth close to the other mech's, nearly kissing him, "Perceptor. I am going to show you something wonderful...and you will /love/ it."
The Autobot isn’t easily swayed, no matter the Seeker’s saccharine words. Perceptor tries to clamp his knees and thighs together, on impulse trying to trap the Seeker’s hand from delving deeper.
Skywarp intercepts the smaller mech’s attempt to halt Starscream’s advancement. Perceptor keens as his legs are manipulated to unlock and allow their leader to continue his plunder.
“Give it to him, Starscream.” Thundercracker’s chassis rattles, the large Decepticon panting with the exertion to hold his frame steady, using every molecule of restrain to keep from swooping down upon the writhing, whimpering Autobot.
Perceptor prays to Primus for mercy, the small Autobot desperately wishing for camouflage similar to Mirage to melt into the background, to turn invisible and disappear from sight. The scientist doesn’t understand the strange heat settling in between his thighs, nor the growing dampness behind the heavy concealment of his plating.
Starscream is struggling to keep himself in check, it wouldn't do to completely ruin the Autobot. He can feel the trembles of Skywarp beside him, their wings just close enough that his movements create an exquisitely light and teasing breeze upon his own wings. He focuses on that sensation instead of the heat, fear, and confused arousal radiating from Perceptor.
"Relax, Little Autobot. I promise that you will enjoy yourself." Starscream releases the catch and the interface panel slides smoothly open. The teasing scent of arousal only strengthens and all three Seekers visibly tremble. With Perceptor's hands and legs secured by his brothers, Starscream is free to explore his bounty. One hand pets the trembling thigh to his left, while the other dips low and just barely /in/.
“Nnn--aaahhh!” Perceptor jolts at the blunt pressure against the port of his valve. The Seeker’s finger sunk down to the first knuckle.
The small Autobot’s hips wriggle, exploring the odd penetration. He whimpers as the motion causes a flash of electricity to stir between legs, his smooth inner plates dampened with a fresh dew of light lavender, the warm fluid trickling past the Seeker’s fingers. “W-W-what are you doing..?”
Thundercracker shudders. Unable to help himself, but wary of Starscream’s fangs and claws, the blue Seeker dips forward, melding his mouth with Skywarp’s, the blue Decepticon keening, enthusiastically laving the darker Decepticon’s fangs and lips with his glossa, murmuring for his brother’s attention.
Which he happily gives. Still keeping part of his attention on Starscream touching and preparing Perceptor, Skywarp eagerly trades touches with Thundercracker. He drags his claws along his brother's wings while hungrily nipping at his lips and jaw.
His hands roam, touching everywhere along his brother's frame that his arms can reach. Wandering down, his claws encounter the surprisingly still closed interface panel. Thundercracker shudders, "W-wait. Not too soon. I want to watch." Skywarp nods in agreement, but doesn't stop his claws from traversing along well known paths.
Meanwhile, Starscream is going frustratingly slow about his task. One finger had slipped into Perceptor's port valve with ease, and once the mech had grown accustomed to the strange, new sensation, Starscream had added another digit beside the first.
Starscream couldn't keep a self satisfied smirk from his face when he leaned forward, laving a trail up Perceptor's lower abdomen with his glossa. The resulting shivers preceding the entry of yet another clawed finger.
Perceptor’s fingers dig into Thundercracker’s thighs, the smaller mech sprawled against the blue Seeker’s bent legs. The combined hiss of vents and warm bulks of the three Seekers is suffocating. Haloed above him, meshed in another deep, plundering kiss, Thundercracker and Skywarp sigh and growl, their claws interweave and nick his brother’s plating.
Thundercracker rips his mouth away from Skywarp’s with a reluctant growl, their locked fangs and lips separating with a wet pop. “D-Don’t be shy…” The blue Seeker gulps for atmosphere, shaking hands falling to knead Perceptor’s clawed hands, the Autobot using his grip to brace his weight against the blue Seeker’s frame.
“I…d-don’t know w-what I’m doing…”
Thundercracker rattles a purr, “Stop thinking,” The Seeker grins at Starscream while his hands boldly dip into the vertical seam of Perceptor’s chassis, “Just let your body do the talking.” Perceptor shudders as the blue Decepticon’s long curved claws threaten to separate the seal of his plates and split apart his chassis to bare the gold and bronze Spark chamber and nova blue star of his Spark.
"Not /too/ far Thundercracker. It is his first time after all." Starscream lightly chastises over their link. All he gets is a warm, dark chuckle which is quickly replaced with a gasp as Skywarp does something interesting with his glossa.
Starscream makes his way up Perceptor's body, nipping and kissing as he goes, but keeping his hands busy below. When they are face to face he is pleased to note that the mech's blue optics are still open and not shuttered in panic like earlier. "He's right. This is the time you /don't/ have to think about anything. You just relax and enjoy the experience."
Starscream keeps Perceptor's gaze for a moment longer then nuzzles his cheek before trailing glossa down his neck. Perceptor is so overwhelmed that he doesn't hear the tell-tale click and whir of Starscream releasing his spike. Starscream bares his denta in a feral grin against the smaller mech's throat as he withdraws his fingers from Perceptor's port, leaving the mech unexpectedly empty.
Perceptor whimpers, the sudden loss strange to him. He blinks in disconcertion as Starscream settles upon him, the smaller Autobot’s legs lifted and hooked over the Decepticon’s hips.
The scientist’s upper body spasms off the ground, above Thundercracker’s thighs as the Seeker trine leader slowly impales him, the spike slipping like a smooth knife past his port, spearing the rippling length of his untouched valve.
His pleasure fizzles as the burn of the entry overwhelms his sensory systems. Forgetting the uselessness of the gesture, Perceptor begs, “Stop!” twisting and trying to slide off the mech’s spike. His hands beat and push at the Decepticon’s broad chassis, trying in vain to shove his weight off him.
Surprisingly, Starscream does stop, but while fully embedded in Perceptor. "What did I say about relaxing?" Starscream's wings tremble as he restrains himself, but his voice is teasing. He shifts minutely, readjusting Perceptor's legs around his waist so that he may use one hand freely. His claws trickle up the scientist's leg, creating a sound like rain on a thin metal roof.
When he reaches the junction between leg and hips, Starscream reaches around to Perceptor's posterior and gently delves into the exposed cables between the gaps in the plating. He watches Perceptor's face and sends a silent command to his trine to help him.
His two brothers reluctantly untangle themselves and ease into their earlier positions about the spread out Autobot. Skywarp traces his claws along Perceptor's abdomen and lower arms while Thundercracker resumes his place at the mech's head.
Thundercracker wraps his hand around Perceptor’s thigh, folding the limb upward and back until the Autobot’s knee rests at waist level. The blue Seeker purrs, digitizing the image of Starscream’s spike seated deep in the Autobot’s valve.
The little Autobot keens as Skywarp drags the smooth sides of his denta down the same vertical seam that Thundercracker had teased earlier. The dark Decepticon paws impatiently at the tight seal, growling when the Autobot shivers and heatedly shakes his head left and right.
“Such a tease,” Skywarp laughs at Thundercracker’s tease. The blue Seeker joins his brother with a free hand, tugging at the seals of the Autobot’s chest plates.
“Dooooon’t…” Perceptor’s security systems flash red in warning, signaling a threat to the seal integrity.
“Come on, come on…” Thundercracker mutters impatiently, wriggling his claws back and forth, burying them millimeter by millimeter. Until, finally, with a soft hiss and a series of pops, the plating snaps apart, the red and teal plates folding away to reveal the deep setting of the Autobot’s Spark chamber and nestled, rotating blue Spark.
Starscream hisses through grit denta as Perceptor’s frame jolts, the action sending pleasurable waves through their connection. “T-Thundercracker, what did I tell you?”
“Aw, Screamer, don’t be mad,” Skywarp responds for his brother. The darker Seeker’s claws edge closer to the open cavity of Perceptor’s chest, the throbbing light radiating from the exposed spark lapping at his claws.
“This little ‘bot is so sweet. We had to.”
The trine leader smirks, grabbing Skywarp’s shoulder joint and dragging him close. Their lips and fangs meet passionately and when they part after the brief encounter Skywarp sighs, “Knew you’d see it our way.”
“I’ve always let the both of you get away with far too much.” Starscream releases his brother, but not before lightly tapping his palm against the younger mech’s cheek in warning. The love tap reminds Skywarp of who’s in charge here.
Turning back to their prize, Starscream meets Perceptor’s panicked optics. Slowly and with a gentleness few have ever encountered from the Decepticon Second in Command, Starscream rolls his hips, drawing himself out and gradually back in to the tightness of the smaller mech’s port.
Perceptor jolts and cries, the dual stimulation of dragging claws along the rim of his Spark chamber and the slow, long lunge into the depths of his valve assaults him from top to bottom. “nNnnnn--” The Autobot pants, neck and shoulders rattling as he vainly struggles to keep his head aloft, hypnotized by the huge mechanical demon who slowly thrusts and lunges inside him, while his brothers growl and paw at his bared chest plates and heaving abdomen.
‘Make them stop!’ His processor screams in panic, Perceptor’s head whipping left and right in silent, feeble denial, ‘Don’t let them consume you alive…’ He moans softly, face tight with concentration as he tries to will away the horrible, devouring pleasure.
He whines when Starscream and his trine fail to acknowledge and acquiesce to the Autobot’s quiet whimpers and silent pleas to Primus for mercy. The trine leader settling his weight down upon the pinned mech, stretched close and tight until Perceptor has nowhere to go, the smaller mech’s mouth pressed against the Seeker’s chassis, moisture dewing the Decepticon’s plating as Perceptor pants and sobs with every forward thrust.
Skywarp writhes as he watches Starscream move, trailing one hand along his own frame while still pawing at what he can reach of Perceptor's exposed spark chamber. The energy that houses the Autobot's very essence and being throbs with each of his commander's thrusts which are steadily increasing in tempo.
The dark Seeker moans, his hand leaving his own body and trailing down Perceptor's side, inching closer to where the two Cybertronians' bodies meet. Starscream is sufficiently distracted and uncaring as Skywarp sweeps his claws closer to the damp heat.
It isn't until his brother's claws barely graze his spike that Starscream notices what Skywarp is doing. He snarls and flares his wings minutely, but doesn't slow his movements. The Autobot is wriggling in a delicious and hypnotic fashion. Overwhelmed by sensations, he doesn't even realize that his hips have started to move with Starscream, meeting his thrusts.
Skywarp matches Starscream's rhythm for a few beats, thrusting a digit in beside his spike, both their optics flutter with staticy pleasure. After he's plundered what he can, Skywarp reclaims his hand and delicately laves at the silky lubricants. Starscream has succumbed to panting as he watches the younger Decepticon savor the flavor before leaning towards Thundercracker, intent on sharing the treat.
Thundercracker releases a gusty sigh, dipping forward to meet his brother. He teases his glossa along the underside of Skywarp’s claws, suckling the three lavender dipped digits. The blue Seeker grins around the captured fingers, Skywarp dragging his thumb affectionately across his brother’s cheek.
The blue Seeker wraps his hands around Skywarp’s wrist, slowly, one by one loosening each claw from in between his lips. Never breaking eye contact, Thundercracker glides Skywarp’s captured hand downward. The blue Decepticon shudders, a faint mewl of pleasure twisting his features as Skywarp’s fingertips catch along the seams of his interface panel, a hot throb pulsing behind the sealed plate.
Thundercracker buries his face into Skywarp’s neck, arching against his fellow Decepticon, rubbing and grinding against his brother in a lewd dance of wanton need.
Not forgetting their little Autobot guest, Thundercracker braces his weight with one arm looped around Skywarp’s neck ― the blue Seeker panting hotly against the dark Decepticon’s neck, suckling and nipping at his brother’s cables and plates ― while Thundercracker suddenly buries his hand into the depths of Perceptor’s chassis, curling his long claws around the pulsing Spark, earning a long howl of pleasure and denial as the Autobot arches, mouth open in awe and horror as the ceiling and continuing waterfall of showerhead water erupts into beads of mercury and miniature nuclear detonations.
With the smaller mech arching below him and yowling like an organic in heat, Starscream's movements stutter. He fights to hold himself back, to make the pleasure last as long as possible. Slowing his pace to a steady pull and long push, Starscream studies his pet's features. The Autobot's optics are flickering on and off rapidly, his mouth open and gasping. Starscream takes the opportunity and kisses Perceptor. He licks at the open mouth before dipping in and exploring. His glossa travels over the smaller mech's denta, before encountering the other's glossa. The innocent thing probably doesn't even know how to kiss properly, and Starscream did always teach best through example.
Beside the two mechs coupling on the floor, Skywarp doesn't hesitate to fulfill his brother's obvious wishes. His claws find the switch, but Thundercracker beats him to it and opens his panel invitingly. The claws dip into the wet heat, more than ready for his touch. The blue Seeker bucks at his touch, unintentionally tightening his grip around Perceptor's spark.
Responding to the clench of the long talons, Perceptor’s mouth, pressed to Starscream’s, smashes harder against the Seeker as his cries are swallowed by the larger Seeker.
Thundercracker yowls, his voice carrying louder than the Autobot’s, when Skywarp yanks him forward, spilling the blue Seeker into his lap, the Decepticon straddling and suddenly sinking down upon his brother’s spike as Skywarp impatiently snaps his claws upon Thundercracker’s waist and impales his wriggling, growling brother upon the pressurized length.
Perceptor keens, torn by morbid arousal and battling modesty, unable to do anything besides watch the two Seekers practically tear into each other. Thundercracker’s grip around Perceptor’s Spark finally relents, the large Decepticon needing all of his strength to wrap his arms around Skywarp’s shoulders, hands curled down his brother’s back, clawing curls of dark paint off Skywarp’s frame, throwing his helm back and letting Skywarp mouth and gnaw at his bared throat. The blue Seeker only snarls once, but submits when Skywarp bears him to the floor of the washracks, the blue Seeker allowing his darker brother to take the lead and have his way with him, Thundercracker wriggling in delight at the sharp, pleasurable sting of his wings pinched and folded between their combined mass.
Starscream chuckles at Perceptor's wide eyed fascination with his brothers’ wild abandonment. "Do you like my trine mates? Do you enjoy watching them?"
Perceptor sputters, his mind and body equally overwhelmed and conflicted by these sensuous creatures. "Don't worry. I like them too." Starscream purrs as he once again increases his pace, deepening each thrust. "Do you know why they're so excited, little Autobot?"
Another two thrusts to let the question sink in, "It's because of you," he whispers with a fanged smile.
Perceptor shakes, whimpering, “n…no…” He denies, “You…you’re misinformed. I-I’m nothing special…”
His constant insistence on prudish discontent and bashfulness reaches the limit of the Decepticon’s patience.
The Autobot is cut off, snagged in the middle of an agonized shriek and confused wail as the Decepticon rears back, ruby optics burning with something far more dangerous than passion. Perceptor flares his arms up around his face, turning his helm aside, shaking as the Seeker snarls.
"Calling me a liar again? Imbecilic Little Autobot." Starscream is buried deep in Perceptor, but his mind, his anger, overrides his pleasure at the moment, "Stop being so coy. I've taken great care to ensure you have enjoyed every experience you've had here, and yet you still deny me. Don't forget that I could have very well killed you out there in the wastes and left your parts to rust!"
Skywarp and Thundercracker have stalled in their rutting, their commander's anger and /something/ else leaking into them over their bond.
Starscream bares his fangs, snarling at his cowering prey. "I've played nice. I'm not waiting any longer." With a simple command relayed through his systems, Starscream's chest shifts open, revealing his own spark chamber.
Perceptor rears away with his hands held in the air between them, as if too afraid to reach forward and try to shove the mech away in fear of his hands coming too close to the dangerous roiling ball of crimson energy.
“No!” The Autobot wrestles to slap away the Seeker’s large hands, “We….are at war! What you insist…it is near sacrilege!” The mech tries to shield his optics away from the halo of red promise that burns off the Decepticon’s Spark, Perceptor desperate to keep the mech at bay.
“You can’t!” He insists. Trying to reason with the mech, “You can’t!!” Spark bonds were forbidden, decreed by both Megatron and Autobot, the single ruling that the Decepticon and Autobot leader shared absolute resolution in ordering their soldiers to abstain from such deep bonds during the Great War. The threat of warring soldiers tied to another left these partnerships vulnerable.
Bonded mechs and femmes did not perish should their mate fall in battle; their deep-rooted connection forged an unbreakable bond that left no secrets or lies between linked Cybertronians.
It was too great of a risk to allow the enemy a chance to delve into a well of limitless secrets.
Starscream grasps the flailing wrists, securing them above Perceptor's head. "You forget your place. You are a prisoner. You are /ours/."
Beside them, Skywarp smoothly shifts his hips, resuming what had been interrupted. Thundercracker sighs, his head falling back to allow Skywarp better access to his throat. Though both mech's are deeply involved in their current activity, their optics stay keenly focused on Starscream.
The Decepticon Air Commander lowers himself, his spark achingly close to the scientist's. "Perceptor. Here and now, you are no longer an Autobot. You simply belong to me and mine." And with that he closes the gap.
The angry red Spark seems to split down the middle, jagged edges opening like the maw of some great beast. With one mighty bite, the crooked fangs sink around the quivering blue Spark; a bead of violet flickers into life in the corona of the sputtering, churning union of two Sparks.
The microscopic sensors and heightened receptors of his optical screens fritz and freeze, but just as soon as the world is stopped in mid-motion, it begins to melt down across his visual sight like a rainbow of neon paint slowly dripping down a wall.
A confusion of differing commands and word sequences echo throughout his processor like the ancient bells inside an empty cathedral.
/Wanting/
/Fury, Seether, No Denying/
/Blasphemy/
/Initiate/
/…ot this way!/
/Unauthorized entry/
/minemineminemine/
/brotheroursyoursforever/
/sequencing/
/INITIATE TOTAL SYSTEMS RESTART/
/IN THREE…TWO…ONE/
The video feed ceases, optical screens pitched into darkness. At the farthest reaches of his sensory network, Perceptor hears sharp, near manic laughter chase after him as he falls into a cavern of silence and shadows.
As soon as Starscream crashes his spark into Perceptor's, Skywarp and Thundercracker open their own spark chambers as well. They dive towards each other, the act familiar after so many times. They welcome each other's presence, riding their shared pleasure to overload...until something /different/ happens.
They both feel it, yet neither knows what it is. Skywarp is suddenly aware of Starscream just like what it would feel like if they were the two merging instead of he and Thundercracker. His Air Commander is full of lust, near obsession, and a myriad of other strange and convoluted emotions. He's dragged along with his two bonded, as they envelop what he knows is Perceptor's spark.
When his systems are online again, his spike is still buried in his brother, the both of them panting. Starscream is laughing, the sound disturbing to Sky's audios and reminding him of better forgotten times. That's when he feels it and knows. Maybe it's because they were already a bonded trine in all senses of the word. Or maybe it was the situation or Perceptor himself.
Maybe it was a combination of all of these or just a Primus be-damned cosmic joke. Somehow while merging with Perceptor, a bond had formed...and it was permanent.
When his systems reboot and he comes back online, Perceptor’s optical screens blink into life a pale sky blue.
He lifts his head off his folded arms, trying to process and organize his thoughts amidst the confusion of his new quarters. The slim Autobot sprawled on his side in the middle of a huge berth, arms folded and legs tangled while he was in forced recharge.
In 4.27 seconds, Perceptor’s memory snaps into place with a near audible crack. His hand immediately flies to his chest. The Autobot’s vents breathe a shaky sigh of relief when he finds the plates resealed, his Spark concealed from view.
His dermal plating flushes in mortified realization when his thighs clench and valve aches, reminding him of his….activities from much earlier, Perceptor’s hands briefly cover his face, the scientist dreading that he will offline from the curl of shame intermixed with a flash of sated pleasure that stirs within the depths of his abused lower regions.
With a low groan, his interface array sealed tight but throbbing, Perceptor pushes up onto his hands and knees, warily surveying the large room, blinking sharply as he analyzes the dimensions of the silver and gray quarters, the Autobot immediately seeking out the nearest exit, head tilted, carefully listening for the tread or whisper of any Decepticons who may be close by, or worse yet, sharing these quarters with him.
Starscream can feel it when Perceptor onlines. Though it would have been the courteous thing to do, he chooses not to wait for the mech to emerge. Instead he enters the room to find an unexpected but very pleasant sight. The 'bot doesn't even realize the suggestive position that he's in, that much is clear as his optics zero in on Starscream.
"Ready for another go so soon?" He quips as he settles his hand on his hips.
Perceptor would bet credits that an amusing multitude of expression shifts across his face in response to the Decepticon’s lewd invitation.
The Autobot swears an energon capillary bursts a valve from the swell of embarrassment and indignant fury.
“Absolutely not!” Shoving off the edge of the berth Perceptor is proud of the fact that he only bounces once when he lands on his pedes, the sharp fall from the tall berth causing his tank to jostle in a nauseating waltz, “How dare you even insinuate such a thing.” The Autobot attempts to march past the much larger mech. Finding his path barred, Perceptor lifts his chin, trying to glare the Decepticon down, “Let me pass.” He demands.
“And where would you go?” The Seeker looks down at the smaller mech. “You have no transportation and no one knows where you are. Your team was separated from a larger group, correct? Do they even know that your ship malfunctioned?
His voice was haughty as Starscream continued to ask all the questions that had been on Perceptor's mind after his team's ship had crashed. “Let’s not forget the Autobots on this system’s third planet, I know they don’t even know you’re coming. It was awfully thoughtful of you to decide to wait until you were sure the signal was real before sending a reply. Too bad you never got the chance."
Perceptor’s shoulders shake, the smaller mech refusing to take a step back in the face of the awful truth that comes from the lips of a mecha devil. “Shut up…” He whispers.
His hand flies to his chassis, vents shuddering in shock and confusion as a hot red wave of anger spikes his energon capillaries.
Starscream smirks, leaning over Perceptor slightly. The crowded mech takes a half step backwards, further into the room. "For a scientist, you are very good at denying the truth. Though you keep denying it, I have not lied to you since we met."
Reaching a claw forward, he lightly taps at Perceptor's chest. "And you know it."
Perceptor’s breathe shudders, and he roughly, desperately, slaps the Decepticon’s claws away.
“Don’t presume anything!” The Autobot curls away, hands folded prudishly across his chassis, as if the mech’s ruby eyes are staring right through him, devouring the nuances and pulse of his Spark, “You and your brothers forged this…this /connection/.” He spits the word as if it burns his glossa like acid, “But you assume too much if you think this changes the fact that we are on opposite warring factions.”
The Autobot glares angrily at the tall mech, growling “And I cannot forget, or forgive, the brutal deactivation of my allies. Horizon and Volt did not deserve to perish beneath your brother’s claws. You may not have made the strike yourself, but neither did you halt his actions when you were aware of the deed he was to carry out.”
The Air Commander can't help but chuckle. "It seems you've managed to grow a spine, Little Autobot. This is a pleasing development."
Starscream leans against the open door frame, crossing one ankle over the other. "I've already explained myself to you concerning that. This is war. Would you rather I had decided to have your spark extinguished as well, instead of taking mercy on you?"
His courage and anger evaporates, dissipating into a deep well of sadness and loneliness ― a strange feeling, with the three Sparks that hum along the edge of his sensory systems, the bond making him all too aware of the forged connection with the three Decepticon Seekers.
Perceptor’s bottom lip disappears between his smooth silver denta, the Autobot’s focusing on the sting of pain, forcing his vocoder to remain silent while his depressing admission whispers throughout his processor.
‘Yes.’ That singular thought damns him.
That one word echoes through the bond and Starscream stiffens. He even feels his brothers’ confused reactions, as they do not know in what context to take the word and feelings that come with it.
With a snarl, Starscream descends on the Autobot. His claws grip the plating around Perceptor's shoulders, digging in to secure his hold. "You may wish for death, Autobot, but that is not your decision anymore. With your submission to be our prisoner and now with bond we share, you belong to me and my brothers." Starscream gives the scientist a rough shake.
"Your comrades are gone, and they are not coming back. We are all you have and all you will ever need." He releases one shoulder, bringing his hand up to Perceptor's face. Grasping the smaller mech's chin harshly, he hisses, "We will not just let you go...in any fashion."
Perceptor grimaces from the possessive touch, the pinch of the Seeker’s claws nearly breaking the soft dermal plates of his mandible.
With a sharp, desperate cry, the Autobot twists and slings an arm then a leg in the Seeker’s direction, aiming for a sensitive, tightly concealed bundle of neural bundles nestled within a dip of the mech’s hip, another buried wrist deep in the Decepticon’s abdominal wall.
Starscream howls, the flash of pain and burn of neural feedback makes the mech stumble onto one knee. Perceptor keens as the mech falls, aghast by the desperate rage that had fueled his rash action.
But he doesn’t allow his terror and a momentary flash of remorse blind him. He was an Autobot prisoner at the mercy of Decepticons, and swallowing his sense of honor, he ordered himself to forget about the mech hunched over and clutching the stinging plating, the scientist’s processor screaming for him to /move/!
Perceptor dashes around the huge mech, ducking a broad swing as the Seeker’s claws dart out to catch him. Tripping through the entryway, the Autobot turns to the right, bouncing off the wall when he takes a corner too sharply. The small mech grunts at the blunt impact, but stays on his pedes.
Behind him, a ferocious roar rattles the ceiling and walls. Perceptor isn’t so foolish as to pause or look back, focusing on the distant haloed square of dim light at the end of the maze of hallways, while the shadow of an enraged, huge Seeker chases after his heels.
Starscream is still clutching at his chassis and nursing a limp as he stumbles after the Autobot. He comms Thundercracker and Skywarp for assistance instinctively, "The little glitch is trying to run away. Stop him!"
Perceptor's panic is fluttering through the bond frantically, like a butterfly caught in a jar. The Air Commander is fast in his element, but in tight corridors and injured he cannot hope to match pace with Perceptor. His leg buckles under him after turning a corner too quickly, just in time to see the mech escape through a windowed airlock door. Starscream's spark throbs with anger that is barely soothed by Skywarp's comm. "I see him!"
Outside, Skywarp's form slices through the air as he quickly returns to the ship. He'd nearly laughed himself out of the sky upon hearing that their little Autobot had escaped, but both his and Starscream's emotions over the bond quickly sobered him. It wouldn't do to have their pet injure himself in a panic.
He arrives to see Perceptor stumbling out of the ship and into the sunlight. The mech shields his optics from the harsh brightness and Skywarp dives for his prey. He slows his descent enough not to injure, but they both tumble to the ground with the impact.
Perceptor is spilled to the ground, rolling like a top down a small mound of rocks. Skywarp tumbles head over pedes, the Decepticon emitting a sharp yelp as he flops onto his stomach, equilibrium bearings topsy turvy from the wild tumble.
Perceptor groans, rising like a mech with a tank full of high grade. He stumbles weak-kneed away from the downed Seeker, falling against a large outcropping, bracing a shoulder to bear his weight while he uses a precious second to regain his strength and coordination.
The Autobot fires off a string of codes ― his digitized sequence pings the signal across the data stream ― searching for the small communication dish that should still hard lined into the radio network of his ship. He uses the answering signal to triangulate his position and the distance between his current location and the downed vessel.
Skywarp wobbled as he rose to his hands and knees, his equilibrium systems recalibrating themselves. He senses the Autobot throwing out signal, but not its content.
Heaving himself with a grunt, he huffs out a laugh. "That won't do you any good, Little Autobot."
The mech's optics widen, shining with panic as his attention is grabbed by the Seeker. Skywarp braces a hand against a close boulder, rubbing absentmindedly at his cockpit which had taken the full force of his near crash landing. "No one's going to come looking for you anymore. The Autobots have come and gone. Saw it myself."
The dark Seeker's lips quirk as he watches the information sink in. "They've given you up for scrap."
“N-No.” Perceptor shakes his helm, refusing to allow the mech’s lies to sweeten the depths of his despair, turn it into a sharp, cloying poison that would suffocate him alive, “They would not leave without searching for survivors or bodies.”
“We made sure there were no remains left intact to positively identify any mech.” Thundercracker transformers and drops from the sky, landing gracefully upon the sharp edges of another outcropping. The blue Seeker earned a moue of displeasure, a sullen glare from Skywarp for his perfect execution and landing, the dark Seeker muttering at his own scuffed plating.
Perceptor’s tank roils. “…you desecrated their remains…” He claps a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle the urge to purge.
Thundercracker tilts his head inquisitively, slanted optics observing the Autobot tremble, “Only after we drained the last drop of energon from their husks. We certainly could not allow such fuel to dry and go to waste. It is too precious to waste while we remain on this planet. Our rations can only last for so long, and works only so well to stave our hunger.”
Perceptor slowly crumbles, folding onto his knees. His hand quivers upon his lips, words muffled as he groans, “They wouldn’t leave….” He begins to rock himself, refusing to believe the two Decepticons, “They…they can’t…they can’t―”
"They can and they did," Starscream interjects, having finally caught up with his runaway. His self repairs have made his limp less noticeable, but he's still favoring his side as he lands softly beside Skywarp. His optics inspects his dark brother, but finds only superficial damage. "At least you didn't land with your face this time," he sends over their link, chuckling.
As Skywarp splutters behind him, Starscream approaches Perceptor. He stops just a few paces away, looking down at the trembling Autobot. "I told you we wouldn't let you leave. It's for the better now anyway, as it seems that your Autobot allies have abandoned you. /They/ were the ones that let you go."
Perceptor shudders, ignoring the Decepticon and the ugly truth that he boasts.
‘M-maybe they will return…’ He tries to calm himself with a small glimmer of hope, ‘If I can rig a small communication unit, or hotwire into their ship’s systems….’ The Autobot’s processor races with every possible scenario and happenstance that he can manipulate to suit his needs, not so ready to give up hope that he has been abandoned as one more statistic in the Great War.
The Decepticon Second in Command studies his prisoner's trembling frame. Luckily for him, Perceptor doesn't have nearly enough practice or experience with a bond as he and his trine do. The racing thoughts, while not able to be interpreted word for word, easily convey the Autobot's emotions and racing thought processes. "Do we really need to drive the bolt home?... ...What reason would they have to come back? They think you are dead and even if you were somehow able to contact them, do you think they would take you back? After everything you know has been compromised by a /forbidden/ bond?"
“A bond /you/ forced on me!!” Perceptor wails, betrayed and cornered by the constant bombardment of entreaties and words that the Decepticons weave throughout his processor. His hands claw at his helm, “I didn’t want any part of this!”
Thundercracker rears back at the impassioned howl, the mech’s Spark experiencing a sharp knife of agony. He bumps into Skywarp, his wings rattling and arched, the blue Seeker clutching his own helm as his Spark responds to the Autobot’s in sympathy. Thundercracker moans in hurt, leaning against his brother’s chassis.
"TC? W-what's wrong?" Skywarp's caught off guard, instinctively wrapping his arms around his brother. The blue mech moans, one knee falling to rest in the dirt. "Thundercracker?! Starscream, what's wrong with him?"
The Air Commander is just as confused and concerned as his brother, but keeps his emotions in check. Analyzing their surroundings with both sensors and optics, Starscream finds nothing that could have caused such a reaction from Thundercracker. That is until, his scarlet gaze settles on Perceptor, clutching his helm and rocking in place. The smaller mech is in shock and panicking and somehow those emotions are filtering uncontrollably into their brother. Starscream quickly makes a decision.
He throws himself down to his knees in front of Perceptor, absently noting the energon tear tracks down his cheeks.
Starscream reaches over and places a hand on either side of Perceptor's face, and gently tilts it up. His thumbs sweep gently under the smaller mech's optics, wiping at the energon, before he leans forward and presses his lips to Perceptor's.
As one, Perceptor and Thundercracker fall slack; the blue Seeker drooping in Skywarp’s arms as the warmth of his leader floods the bond. Perceptor collapsing in the Decepticon’s arms ― exhausted by the physical and psychological strain, his frame pushed to the limit ― Starscream’s tender claw-tipped touch and deep kiss steals the last vestiges of his strength.
Starscream reluctantly steps back, separating the kiss. Perceptor’s optics blink in slow motion, the reassurance and warmth across the bond making his movements and processor speed drowsy. Weak as a sparkling, Perceptor does not fight as the large Seeker scoops him off his pedes, leaning against the Decepticon’s broad frame. Skywarp loops his arms around Thundercracker, helping his brother stand on shaking limbs, the blue Seeker’s clawed hands curled and pressed against his brother’s frame, the Decepticon practically welded to Skywarp’s frame.
"Are you all right now?" Skywarp asks his brother quietly, while helping support his heavy frame. The mood has changed drastically from just a few moments before. The older Seeker doesn't respond verbally, just nods his head and sends tired reassurance through their bond.
Though the action is heartening, the dark Seeker is still concerned. He half drags his weakened brother with him as he follows Starscream back towards their ship. "'Screamer? What--what was that? I've...never seen anything like that before."
Starscream chooses to ignore his brother for now, his processor struggling to comprehend what had just happened. He already had some theories, but the ramifications if they were true were just...unbelievable. A small noise from his cargo catches his audio units and red optics meet dimmed blue.
"You're a very intriguing mech, Perceptor."
Perceptor’s optics flicker, then he relaxes further against the mech, his temple bumping Starscream’s chassis, sedated by the steady pulse of the bond, a tranquilizer effect instilled within his energon capillaries. Thundercracker similarly affected, Skywarp’s grip the only thing preventing the blue Seeker from crumbling to the dusty ground in a heap.
The small band of Cybertronians trudged through the red dirt with their feet dragging. The strange episode had left a staticy tang in Starscream's mouth; his body and mind suddenly exhausted. The Autobot in his arms, was quiet and still with his optics half shuttered.
The Air Commander led his trine into their vessel and back down the twisting corridors to the room that Perceptor had woken up in. The room was sparse and boring, par for most military ships, but there were small details that spoke of it's most recent occupants - claw marks and swatches of paint on the walls from their more interesting excursions upon this well used berth.
But this wasn't the time for that, they need rest and time. Time to figure out what they had gotten themselves into…time to let this strange new bond settle into itself.
Starscream gently laid Perceptor down on the berth then turned to help Skywarp do the same with Thundercracker.
The smaller Autobot immediately rolled over onto his side, curled in the middle of the gargantuan berth.
Thundercracker flops onto his belly, assisted by his brothers, Skywarp especially making sure the blue Seeker doesn’t roll back off the edge of the berth, the blue Decepticon limp like a ragdoll, barely twitching a claw as he lays sprawled upon the metal berth.
“Scoot over!” Thundercracker’s optics blink online, glaring up at his pouting brother, Skywarp insistently nudging him to make room for the other two Seekers.
Thundercracker rewards his constant pokes with a warning snarl of distaste, shoulders hunching, wings rattling like a coiled rattlesnake.
Starscream flicks his brother's wing with a claw, "Enough of that, berth hog. Make room for us or you'll be recharging on the floor." Skywarp crosses his arms over his chassis and smiles triumphantly as his commander sides with him.
Thundercracker grumbles sourly, but faced against the unfair odds, he reluctantly succumbs. Taking his sweet time, the blue Seeker moans and heaves onto his hands and knees ― punishing his brothers with a practiced seductive stretch and a coy twitch of his aft ― and slides aside to allow the two Seekers room, carefully crawling over the smaller Autobot to reach the other side of the berth welded to the wall.
Perceptor twitches as the huge mech looms above him, a great beast coiled and stretched above him like a silver and blue panther, before the Seeker rolls over onto his side, Thundercracker’s back and wings pressed tight against the wall, a natural desire for any smart, twitchy Decepticon to have his backside shielded from the plunge of a sharp edged weapon.
Once his brother is settled, Skywarp clambers onto the berth. He crawls over Perceptor, staying over him a bit longer than necessary, but not really doing anything but looking. When he gets to Thundercracker, he grabs the older mech’s shoulder for leverage and then hoists himself over and on top of him. "I want the wall." When the blue mech just grumbles and shifts in agitation, Skywarp stops holding up his own weight and settles on top of Thundercracker. It's an old game between them used sometimes in their wrestling matches and even in midair dog fights. Dead weight can seem unreasonably heavy is enough effort is put into it.
Too drained to argue, Thundercracker shifts away from the wall and Skywarp tumbles, neatly sliding into his chosen spot. He grins in triumph while wrapping his arms around his brother's midsection.
Starscream watches the scene with a bit of nostalgia, remembering their younger days before the war when they could at least claim to be innocent. He climbs into the berth as well, taking his customary position between his trine and any potential danger that could come in through their door.
The berth is wide, but not really meant for four adult mechs to share. It's a tight fit, but a comfortable one.
Perceptor rolls into Starscream’s arms due to Skywarp and Thundercracker wrestling for more space, Skywarp cackling in victory as he curls his arms and long legs around his blue Seeker. Thundercracker drags his claws down the mech’s shoulders, but immediately soothes the sting of his talons by stretching upward and nipping softly, affectionately at the teleporter’s collar struts and throat.
“Brat,” Thundercracker mutters.
Skywarp snorts, “Cog calling the wheel round.” The dark Seeker tweaks Thundercracker’s wingtip, burrowing into his brother’s welcoming arms, the dark mech snuggling in close and tight.
Perceptor manages to tug his face back a few feet ― after having been promptly shoved and buried into Starscream’s chassis because of the other Seekers’ fun and games ― and he yips softly when he realizes he is once again caged in a Decepticon Seeker’s embrace.
‘Oh my…’ Perceptor wriggles in vain for freedom, the trine leader’s arms unbreakable, tightening in warning when the microscope attempts another wiggle.
Starscream's systems let out a low subsonic hum, not in excitement, but because he is content at the moment. His trine is safe and happy and his Autobot held close. He tries not to think about all the events leading up to their current situation ― that can wait until later. Now he just revels in their warmth, both physical and through the bond.
He can tell that Perceptor is getting nervous again, coming out of his stupor induced calm. One hand travels up the 'bot's back and settles on his helm. Raking his claws gently over the grooves and protrusions, Starscream pets and attempts to soothe their new bond mate, "Sshh. Don't worry right now. All is well and you are safe."
‘Safe from whom?’ The smaller Autobot wonders, ‘Shouldn’t I be afraid? I lie amongst the devils known as Decepticons. But instead….I feel a strange sort of calm.’
He sighs, deciding he is too tired to contemplate and worry. Instead he buckles and surrenders knowingly and willingly, lulled by the coos and whispers of the large mech. The long arms around him tighten until there is no place else to go instead to curl against the Decepticon’s chassis, Perceptor’s arms unconsciously sliding around a thicker waist as he lies buried against the steady hum and heat of another Cybertronian.
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