Skywarp's Solution: Phase Three (2/2)

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Title: Skywarp’s Solution: Phase Three
Author: anon_decepticon
Rating: M
Pairing or Character(s): Megatron/Skywarp/Thundercracker
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers.
Warning(s): Sticky sex, dub-con, oral, threesome, domination, voyeurism, angst.
Overall Summary: Megatron has turned his sights on Thundercracker, but Skywarp has a plan.
Author's Note: Part three of three, Thundercracker’s PoV. This is the second half of the conclusion of the third trilogy of fics in the continuity that follows my third, fourth and tenth fics for the kink meme, Skywarp Goes Solo, Thunderstruck and Grounded, and the follow-up trilogy, “Ours, Mine, Yours.” The first half is here. Phases One and Two are here and here. Here it is at last – the exciting conclusion! Sorry for the delay; I did something not-good to my back and was left half-crippled for the better part of a day. Kind of freaked out about posting due to the lack of comments on the first half – I hope you all are just holding out for part two, and it’s not the grim silence that traditionally accompanies an epic fail. This entire chapter contains several references to as-yet-unwritten backstory, so if you’ve got a question (or two), feel free to stop by my personal canon meme and ask. Thanks for reading!



Skywarp's Solution: Phase Three

Thundercracker stormed down the corridor, cursing himself with every stride. Humiliation burned through his circuits, hotter than his own lingering arousal.

He clung to it anyway. It was easier to focus on his anger and embarrassment, to allow his frustration to override his fear and disgust. Better to dwell on that than to think about Megatron’s hands on his wings, touching him…

He shuddered in revulsion, recalling the way they’d slid possessively over his ailerons, calling forth sensations he didn’t want to feel. He could still feel them, phantom echoes of Megatron’s touch flickering across his sensor net like persistent ghosts.

Megatron was sure to summon him tonight. Never mind that Thundercracker had just made a fool of himself in Command, that he’d fled in the face of Megatron’s lust like an untapped sparkling frightened of his first interface – Megatron now thought Thundercracker wanted him, that his mere proximity had aroused him beyond the limits of his own self-control.

What the frag had he been doing looking at Skywarp anyway? He should have known what would happen, what the sight of his lover would do to him. He should have scrolled past the view of the cargo bay without a second glance!

Maybe then he wouldn’t feel so…ashamed.

You’ve got nice wings. Bet they’d look real good shaking under me.

Thundercracker whirled and slammed his fist into the wall of the corridor, adding a fresh dent to the already-battered bulkhead. The solid impact felt good, so he did it again, striking repeatedly, landing blow after blow against the unyielding metal, cursing with every swing.

But his rage was unsustainable. It hadn’t helped then; it didn’t help now.

He slumped against the wall, wheezing through his intakes. His knuckles were scraped and dented, oozing energon at the seams. He flexed them gingerly, the abused metal making a crackling sound like human gunfire as it echoed down the empty corridor.

His spark was burning like a live coal in its chamber, shame eating through his circuits like acid. Venting a shaky sigh, Thundercracker pushed himself upright and resumed his former course.

**

He wasn’t surprised the ‘racks offered him little comfort.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried it before, to wash away the lingering taint of unwanted touches with water and solvent. It helped, but only a little.

He’d needed to visit them anyway. Especially if Megatron planned to comm him tonight. Thundercracker doubted Megatron would be pleased to find ‘Warp’s transfluid gumming up his valve, offering clear evidence of another mech treading on territory Megatron had claimed as his own.

That thought alone was enough to make Thundercracker spend more time than usual scrubbing his interface array. He was a little disconcerted by how much effort it took to clean his valve – he’d never gone more than a joor after a valve interface without a stop in the ‘racks, let alone half a cycle – and he was beginning to wonder if there wasn’t some trick to it he wasn’t privy to. Actually putting his fingers inside himself seemed…

Well, to be honest after last night it seemed slightly less repugnant than usual, but still…

Shaking his helm in chagrin, Thundercracker glanced around cautiously, confirming that he was alone in the ‘racks. By now the Decepticons who’d been assigned duties off-base would be returning from their shifts, and any one of them might decide to pay a visit to the washracks before heading on to the communal hall to refuel. Even if all he was doing was cleaning it, Thundercracker was loath to be discovered engaged in any activity involving his valve – the last thing he needed was for some random ‘Con to get the wrong idea.

Satisfied that he wasn’t being observed, he aimed the spray nozzle directly into his valve, reasoning that the high pressure of the desalinated and purified seawater would make short work of any lingering transfluid his thorough scrubbing might have missed, and switched it on.

He was wholly unprepared for the intense rush of sensation that nearly brought him to his knees.

“Primus,” he rumbled, pitching forward and barely managing to catch himself against the washrack wall.

Never do that again, he thought wryly.

He hadn’t quite recovered from the shock when his audials detected the rhythmic clank of approaching footsteps.

He straightened hastily, wobbling only slightly as he turned his gaze toward the entrance, angling his frame away from the door to shield his exposed interface array from view.

Skywarp stalked into the ‘racks, grumbling, dripping wet and trailing seaweed, but the scowl on his faceplate morphed into a grin when he spied Thundercracker, his optics lighting up. “Fancy meeting you here, gorgeous,” he purred suggestively, moving to join him. “Wanna help me scrub my plating?”

He was actually incredibly relieved to see Skywarp, and on any other day ‘Warp’s flirtatious query would have been all the excuse Thundercracker needed to pin him to the nearest wall and frag him senseless, but at the moment he couldn’t help feeling a tiny thread of resentment coil through his spark. If it hadn’t been for ‘Warp, Megatron might not have…

But no, that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t Skywarp’s fault he’d been unable to control himself. That onus was entirely on him.

“Yeah, all right,” he said, turning to face him as Skywarp activated the sprayer of the wash station directly adjacent to his own.

Skywarp’s grin widened as he noted Thundercracker’s open panel, his optics flashing lecherously. “Looks like you’ve been busy,” he said playfully. “Am I gonna need to catch up with you?”

“No,” he rumbled curtly, yanking a handful of seaweed out of ‘Warp’s intakes and grabbing him by the arm, turning him roughly to face the wall.

Skywarp tensed at the forceful manipulation, or perhaps in response to the onslaught of emotions that accompanied Thundercracker’s touch. “TC?” he asked hesitantly. “Why are you mad?”

“I’m not,” he replied, applying a brush to Skywarp’s salt-streaked backstrut and beginning to scrub vigorously.

“Yes you are,” Skywarp retorted defiantly. “You’re –” he trailed off, rocking under the harsh strokes of the brush scouring his plating. “You’re mad at me,” he said, sounding hurt and confused.

“No I’m not,” Thundercracker replied hastily. He wasn’t mad at ‘Warp. He wasn’t. “I’m...I'm just mad,” he said, his tone softening.

“Why? What happened?” Skywarp asked.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he rumbled. “It’ll only frag me off more.” He shook his helm, huffing irritably through his vents. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He could feel ‘Warp’s worry pulsing through the bond as he finished with his backstrut and moved on to his legs, dropping to one knee to scrub the gunk off of ‘Warp’s turbines. Skywarp shifted his weight from foot to foot as he worked, accommodating his efforts while focusing his own on his chestplate and cockpit using a second brush he’d grabbed from the niche in the wall.

“Those Stunticons are idiots,” Skywarp ventured conversationally. “One kept saying it was pointless to drain the bay if it was just gonna flood again anyway, and the other kept insisting someone was watching us the whole time.”

Someone was, Thundercracker thought wryly, vocalizing a noncommittal grunt of acknowledgement in response to Skywarp’s words. ‘Warp’s turbines were clean, so he stood and went to work on his wings, softening his strokes in deference to their heightened sensitivity.

“Mmmm,” Skywarp purred appreciatively, arching his backstrut. “That feels good, TC.”

The unmistakable undercurrent of arousal that flared across bond reawakened his own aborted desire, but Thundercracker ignored it, his lip components twisting into a scowl as he continued to scrub. He’d been humiliated by his own systems enough for one day.

Skywarp clearly had no such reservations; he squirmed under the brush, his internal cooling fans switching on and filling the room with a low hum that blended with the steady hiss of falling water.

Heat was beginning to pool in Thundercracker’s interface array in spite of his efforts to deny it; having Skywarp writhing like that right in front of him, feeling his lust pulsing over the bond, was just too much to resist. Without really meaning to, Thundercracker found himself reaching for Skywarp’s left aileron with his free hand and giving it a gentle tweak.

“Oh,” Skywarp gasped, his intakes hitching. “Oh, do that again,” he groaned appreciatively.

Thundercracker rumbled, dropping the brush – he was nearly done anyway – and latching onto ‘Warp’s wings with both hands, scraping his cockpit hard against Skywarp’s backstrut as he ground against his aft.

Skywarp moaned as the vibrations rippled through his frame, arching into his touch. His fans cycled up to maximum as he pushed back against him, his panel snapping open, baring his interface array.

Thundercracker pulled back abruptly, releasing him.

Skywarp sagged slightly as he withdrew, twisting around to regard Thundercracker with a bewildered expression. “Why’d you stop?” he asked, pouting in disappointment.

“You’re not clean yet,” he said tersely. “We have to finish up.”

“What’s the rush?” Skywarp asked, eyeing him quizzically. “We’re just gonna have to clean up again afterward anyway.”

Thundercracker didn’t really have an answer for that; he shrugged, averting his gaze.

Skywarp frowned. “What’s going on, TC?” he asked, staring at him with a wounded expression. “Don’t you wanna ‘face me?”

“We can’t,” Thundercracker replied shortly, still avoiding his optics.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s gonna be tonight, ‘Warp!” he exploded. “He’s gonna – he’s gonna do it tonight,” he concluded softly, his shoulder struts slumping in defeat.

Skywarp’s optics widened. “He commed you?”

“Not yet,” he admitted. “But he’s going to.”

“How do you know?” Skywarp asked.

“I know,” he replied grimly. “Believe me, I know.”

Skywarp frowned, looking strangely hesitant. “Well…then…we’d better start getting you ready,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Thundercracker rumbled, giving him a puzzled look.

Skywarp met his gaze, then cast a significant glance downward, toward Thundercracker’s exposed interface array.

Thundercracker stiffened. “No, ‘Warp,” he said firmly.

“It’ll help, TC,” Skywarp said, edging closer to him, his optics pleading. “It’ll…it’ll help.”

Thundercracker shook his helm adamantly, backing away from him. The stark realization of what he was facing, the sheer enormity of his situation came crashing down on him like Devastator’s fist, huge and overwhelming. “What am I gonna do?” he said, terror gripping his spark. “Primus, ‘Warp, what the frag am I gonna do?”

Skywarp reached out and grabbed his hand, the distress Thundercracker felt flooding over the bond naked on his faceplate. “It’s gonna be okay,” he said, squeezing it tightly. “We just have to –” his vocalizer cut off abruptly, his optics widening in alarm.

“What?” Thundercracker demanded, his spark pulsing wildly. “What is it?”

“Yes, Lord Megatron,” Skywarp said, meeting his optics.

Thundercracker stared at him in disbelief. “He – he commed you?”

“No,” Skywarp admitted reluctantly, “He commed us. He told me to bring you.”

Thundercracker shook his helm in denial. “No,” he whispered. “I can’t – I can’t do this, not again...”

Skywarp embraced him, kissing him passionately, and Thundercracker crumpled into his arms, feeling ‘Warp’s determination, 'Warp's love coursing through the bond like a living thing, forcing back the fear that threatened to consume him.

“I’ll take care of you, TC,” Skywarp said, drawing back to meet his gaze. “I’ll always take care of you.”

Skywarp tugged at his hand, and Thundercracker relented, allowing ‘Warp to lead him out of the washracks and down the corridor, feeling numb and strangely humbled by Skywarp’s unwavering devotion. His processor was screaming at him that to proceed was nothing short of madness, but in his spark…

In his spark, Thundercracker believed him.

**

“He likes it when you touch his vents and gun mount,” Skywarp said as they moved briskly down the corridor leading to Megatron’s personal quarters. “His elbows, too. Anywhere red is good. You can touch the buttons on his chassis, but don’t push ‘em.”

“I can touch him?” Thundercracker asked incredulously.

Skywarp shot a bemused look in his direction. “Well, yeah,” he said. “That’s kinda how it works, TC.” He shook his helm and continued, “If you want, you can grab his shoulder struts when he’s fragging you. It doesn’t do anything for him, but he seems to like it.”

“...okay,” he said uncertainly.

“Don’t extend your spike, and don’t go anywhere near his valve,” Skywarp said firmly. “I’m not even kidding about that one; I tried it once, and he almost ripped off my arm.”

Thundercracker stared at him, his optics wide. “Right,” he said.

“Remember to relax,” Skywarp continued. “He knows what he’s doing; he’ll get you off if you let him. Just stay calm. If he’s doing something you don’t like, gimme a look and I’ll distract him. If you’re not wound up enough, touch yourself like you did last night – he’ll like that. If he’s not hitting the right spot when he’s fragging you, try to move so he does. You remember what worked for you?”

“...I guess,” Thundercracker replied diffidently.

They had arrived at Megatron’s door. Thundercracker stared up at it apprehensively, trying not to think of it as the portal to his own doom.

Skywarp turned to face him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He bowed his helm for a moment, then raised it again, meeting Thundercracker’s gaze with a serious optics. “It’s okay to like it, TC,” he said quietly. “I love you, and I know you love me. We’ll be okay.”

Thundercracker nodded mutely.

“Just follow my lead,” Skywarp said, turning back to the door and transmitting his query ping.

The door slid open. Skywarp stepped through.

Thundercracker steeled himself, squaring his shoulder struts, and did the same.

**

The illumination in Megatron’s quarters was marginally brighter than it had been during Thundercracker’s last visit. This time he could discern the outer edges, make out the weaponry displayed in racks on the walls, the stack of datapads piled up on the corner of the workstation...

Megatron himself was standing roughly in the center of the room, not far from the berth, much as he had been before. Thundercracker suppressed a shudder, recalling how Megatron had forced him to his knees, held him down and –

“Lord Megatron,” Skywarp said with an obsequious bow that made Thundercracker want to wince.

Primus, ‘Warp, he thought apprehensively. I hope you know what you’re doing.

Megatron’s lip components twitched in amusement. His gaze shifted to Thundercracker.

“Sir,” Thundercracker rumbled, dipping his helm respectfully.

“Come here,” Megatron commanded.

Casting an uncertain glance at Skywarp, Thundercracker obeyed, crossing the room and coming to a halt a few steps short of Megatron, standing at full attention, his optics fixed on a point just above Megatron’s left shoulder strut.

Megatron circled him in a manner that was distinctly predatory, regarding him with appraising optics. He paused just behind him, close enough that Thundercracker could feel the heat emanating from his frame, Megatron's energy field flickering aggressively across his wings and backstrut.

Don’t move, he thought. Don’t turn around, don’t look at him. Stay calm.

He flinched in spite of his resolve when Megatron’s hands closed possessively over his wings, his intakes hitching. Megatron made a quelling noise, running his fingertips down the lower leading edge and then back up again, tracing along the root fairing and finally slipping inside the joint to pinch the cluster of sensor nodes hidden at the juncture where Thundercracker’s wings met his chassis.

Thundercracker jerked in surprise, his vocalizer emitting a startled burst of static at the intense wave of pleasure that shot through his circuits. Few non-Seekers knew about that particular hot spot, but Megatron was obviously quite familiar with it.

Pleased by his response, Megatron grunted in approval and moved on to the upper trailing edge of his wings, his fingers tracing over the seams with surprising delicacy, deliberately skirting the sensitive ailerons, his touch light and teasing.

Thundercracker shuddered, fighting the urge to lean into the caress, his neglected ailerons twitching. He couldn’t hold back the relieved groan that escaped him when Megatron’s hands finally closed over them, giving a firm, gentle squeeze that lit up Thundercracker’s sensor net like a supernova.

Megatron growled aggressively, leaning into him, his cooling fans activating as he ground his hip plate against Thundercracker’s aft. The movement rocked them both forward, nearly costing Thundercracker his balance, but Megatron’s hands shifted from his wings to his cockpit, hauling him back, pressing Thundercracker hard against his heated chestplate, his fingers caressing the amber glass.

Thundercracker squirmed in his embrace, a faint whimper of protest escaping his vocalizer. Megatron’s panel was still closed, but he could feel the intense heat pouring off of it, hot and scorching against his aft. Megatron’s left hand held him firmly in place while his right slithered down his cockpit, slipping between his thighs to stroke his panel, possessive and demanding.

Thundercracker tried to flinch away from his touch, but there was nowhere for him to go; he was trapped within Megatron’s powerful embrace, his arms pinned helplessly at his sides. He struggled weakly, vocalizing a pleading whine as Megatron continued to grope his panel, fearing he would soon abandon his efforts at persuasion and simply order Thundercracker to open up for him.

But before the command could be given, he was jerked free of Megatron’s implacable grip, strong hands forcing them apart. Thundercracker felt a hot flare of jealousy surge through his spark and realized Skywarp had intervened, belligerently shoving himself between them.

Skywarp shouldered him roughly aside, pressing his own chassis hard against Megatron’s and shoving his wings under the startled tyrant’s hands in a brazen bid for his attention.

What are you doing, ‘Warp? Thundercracker thought in dismay. He’d assumed Skywarp’s jealousy had been for him, but now he wasn’t so sure. Had ‘Warp forced his way between them because he was offended at being ignored by Megatron, or had it been an act of mercy, a deliberate attempt to shield Thundercracker from Megatron’s unwelcome advances? Was this ‘Warp’s idea of a diversion?

Whatever the reason, Megatron was clearly displeased by the interruption; his optics narrowed dangerously, his hands closing over Skywarp’s wings with far more force than necessary. Thundercracker winced in sympathy, but Skywarp’s only response was an eager moan.

As Thundercracker looked on in horror, Skywarp ground his cockpit feverishly against Megatron’s chestplate, his cooling fans cycling on with a roar. Megatron growled ominously, his grip on Skywarp’s wings tightening, eliciting a second, louder moan as he forced the dark Seeker to his knees.

Unable to bear the thought of his lover being subjected to a brutal beating in his stead, Thundercracker stepped forward, intending to intercede, but was brought up short by the faint click of Megatron’s panel retracting, his optics widening in alarm as Megatron’s spike extended swiftly from its housing.

Skywarp obviously didn’t share Thundercracker’s apprehension; he keened eagerly at the sight, leaning forward obligingly to take Megatron’s spike into his mouth, reaching up to stroke Megatron’s thigh plates as he sucked avidly, his helm bobbing.

Megatron growled in grudging approval, releasing his hold on Skywarp’s left wing to rest a guiding hand against the back of his helm. He retained his harsh grip on the other, his fingers tightening on the thin metal until it creaked in protest.

Thundercracker didn’t miss the way Skywarp faltered in his rhythm, the way his posture stiffened with pain. He surged forward, a low, protective rumble vibrating up from somewhere deep in his chassis, prodded into motion by his lover’s plight.

Megatron’s helm lifted at the sound, his optics emitting a lambent glow as they settled on Thundercracker, sweeping hungrily over his frame. He growled again, his fingers digging into the grooves at the back of Skywarp’s helm, his hip plate twitching forward, thrusting his spike more forcefully into Skywarp’s mouth.

Cowed by Megatron's overt display of dominance, Thundercracker bowed his helm in defeat, reaching for Skywarp’s opposite wing and stroking it apologetically, shamed by his own cowardice, his inability to face down Megatron’s wrath and spare his lover further humiliation.

But the emotions that carried across the bond as he touched Skywarp weren’t at all what he expected; ‘Warp wasn’t feeling humiliated or degraded; he was pleased with Megatron’s response, touched by Thundercracker’s desire to intervene on his behalf. The dominant emotion Thundercracker felt from him was triumphant satisfaction, a flush feeling of success chased with a wave of affectionate reassurance.

Humbled by his sacrifice, Thundercracker caressed Skywarp’s wingtip gratefully, sliding his hand gently along the trailing edge to tweak his aileron, hoping to mitigate some of the discomfort Skywarp was suffering at Megatron’s hands. The burst of pleasure that flashed across the bond in response to his touch sent his own core temperature climbing, drawing a low rumble of desire from his vocalizer.

Megatron growled again, seemingly aroused by the sound, and pumped his spike harder into Skywarp’s mouth, forcing him to take his full length, his glowing optics fixed on Thundercracker.

Thundercracker crouched down, half-hiding behind the spread of 'Warp’s wings, his own gaze focused firmly on Skywarp’s backstrut. He rumbled in abject apology as he stroked and fondled them lovingly, bending low to nip at Skywarp’s neck cables, sneaking in as many sly, subtle kisses as he dared beneath Megatron’s lecherous gaze.

He made no effort to suppress the emotions coursing through him, wanting ‘Warp to feel his shame, his sorrow and profound gratitude, but ‘Warp met his self-loathing and regret with a wave of pleasure and desire, moaning wantonly around Megatron’s spike.

Megatron seemed pleased by display; his cruel hold on Skywarp’s wing finally loosened in favor of flexing his aileron, triggering another moan and an explosion of pleasure across the bond as Megatron’s rhythm faltered, his hip plate jerking harshly as he overloaded.

Skywarp bounced back to his feet with a wicked grin as Megatron’s spike retracted, meeting their commander's gaze for an astrosecond before spinning around to face Thundercracker. “Your turn,” he said, his optics flashing.

Thundercracker backed away warily as Skywarp advanced on him, his optics ablaze with lustful intent. He retreated several steps before he realized he was being herded, catching on when his legs fetched up against the side of the massive berth.

He shook his helm minutely, meeting ‘Warp’s gaze with pleading optics, but Skywarp stubbornly persisted, pressing his hands against his cockpit, urging him back and down.

Thundercracker tensed, intending to resist, but the emotions that flowed over the bond at Skywarp’s touch gave him pause. He’d expected to be engulfed by a wave of lust to match ‘Warp’s outward demeanor, but what he felt instead was urgency, a desperate plea for cooperation.

His optics widened in surprise, meeting Skywarp’s with a look of startled bewilderment.

Please, Skywarp mouthed silently. It'll be okay.

Thundercracker glanced apprehensively over Skywarp’s shoulder strut and spied Megatron watching them intently, his optics casting a dim glow over his faceplate. He wanted to refuse, sickened by the thought of ‘facing his lover solely for Megatron’s entertainment, at being put on display like a cheap holovid, but he couldn’t say no to Skywarp’s silent entreaty, not after what ‘Warp had just endured for his sake.

He nodded reluctantly, easing hesitantly back onto the berth.

Skywarp followed him down, greedily caressing his intakes and stroking along his sides. Gratitude washed over the bond, accompanied by reassurance, contrition, and a not-inconsiderable undercurrent of genuine desire.

Thundercracker almost rumbled in amusement at the last. Even under less than ideal circumstances, 'Warp still wanted him.

In all honesty, Skywarp’s sincere, uncomplicated lust was infecting him more than he cared to admit, his eager touches inflaming Thundercracker’s sensor net. He was lying on his back in Megatron’s massive berth, being caressed and fondled in clear view of their commander, yet somehow finding it increasingly difficult to care.

Skywarp’s mouth was on his cockpit, his hands on his wings, his internal fans cycling at maximum - Thundercracker groaned, feeling ‘Warp’s desire for him pumping through the bond, sending his core temperature skyrocketing and triggering his own cooling fans. He parted his thighs willingly when Skywarp stroked his panel, craving his touch, the sound of their fans humming in unison nearly drowning out the low, lusty rumble that escaped him.

“Open up,” ‘Warp said, his vocalizer husky with static. “Lemme see you.”

Thundercracker almost complied, but then another noise reached his audials, the sound of a third set of cooling fans cycling up again. He tensed in Skywarp’s embrace, trying to peer past his wings to catch a glimpse of Megatron, apprehension warring with arousal. How could he have forgotten where he was, who was watching them?! He shot an alarmed look at Skywarp, but ‘Warp only gave a slight shake of his helm.

Trust me, Skywarp mouthed, stroking his thigh plate reassuringly, his optics pleading.

Thundercracker relented reluctantly, transmitting the command to retract his panel.

Being reminded of Megatron’s presence had considerably dampened his ardor, and his spike didn’t immediately extend. That was probably fortunate given what ‘Warp had said on the subject, but it nevertheless left Thundercracker feeling distinctly out of sorts. He couldn’t frag ‘Warp without his spike, and he doubted Megatron would enjoy watching Skywarp frag him, even if Thundercracker was willing to allow it. He looked up at ‘Warp, his gaze questioning.

Skywarp grinned down at him, his optics flashing – and lunged downward.

Thundercracker jerked and cried out as ‘Warp’s lip components closed over his valve, his glossa swirling around the rim, igniting his sensor net. He nearly arched clear off the berth when Skywarp flicked his glossa repeatedly against the external sensor node, each touch jolting through Thundercracker’s frame like an electric shock, triggering a hot gush of lubricant from his valve.

Skywarp keened eagerly, his lust and triumph surging across the bond as he besieged Thundercracker’s valve with his relentless glossa, his hands on Thundercracker’s thighs, urging them further apart.

Thundercracker panted and moaned, squirming under the erotic assault. It was too much, too intense; he couldn’t hold still, couldn’t contain the desperate sounds flowing continuously from his vocalizer. He wanted to spread his legs wider and clamp them together, to curl into a ball and flatten himself out on the berth, to surrender to whatever Skywarp saw fit to do to him, anything he wanted, just so long as he didn’t stop –

“You like that, don’t you?” Skywarp panted against his valve, granting Thundercracker a much-needed respite. Hot air gusted from his laboring intakes, washing over Thundercracker’s inflamed sensors and drawing another moan from his vocalizer. “Look at you, soaking the berth,” 'Warp purred smugly. “That is so hot – you want more?”

Skywarp’s lust was flooding the bond, and his salacious tone triggered Thundercracker’s memory core, inundating his cache with an onslaught of sensor records of the last time Skywarp had done this to him. The things 'Warp had said, the way he'd made him feel –

He hadn’t known Skywarp loved him then, but that night Thundercracker had felt it, something larger than both of them, an emotion he hadn’t dared to name swelling in his spark. Having ‘Warp inside him had felt good, felt right, and until they’d merged sparks, Thundercracker would have thought it the most intimate interface they’d ever had.

“Yes,” he rumbled, “yes, Primus, yes!”

Skywarp descended on him once more, and Thundercracker shuddered and moaned, arching beneath 'Warp's nimble glossa, throwing his helm back and offlining his optics, his hip plate bucking in Skywarp’s grip. ‘Warp held him fast, half lifting him off the berth and striving deeper with his glossa, plunging it into him again and again.

Thundercracker groaned, writhing in his grasp, rolling his helm helplessly back and forth against the berth, overcome by ecstasy. Skywarp’s glossa found a particularly sensitive node within him and stimulated it mercilessly, causing Thundercracker to reach up and clutch at his own helm in desperation, his right leg kicking out reflexively –

Someone caught it.

Thundercracker onlined his optics in surprise, tensing like a live wire at the sight of his heel-thruster held captive in Megatron’s vice-like grip. At some point Megatron had joined them on the berth, and Thundercracker had only narrowly avoided kicking him right in the helm.

Megatron didn’t appear angered by the near miss, however – his optics were fixed on Thundercracker’s exposed and dripping valve, blazing down at him over Warp’s shoulder strut, incandescent with lust.

Skywarp paused, evidently sensing Thundercracker’s shock and dismay, because just as Megatron reached for him, ‘Warp moaned loudly and lifted his aft, retracting his panel with an audible snap.

Megatron hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering indecisively between them, but then rose up on his knees and took hold of Skywarp’s hip plate possessively, granting Thundercracker a brief glimpse of his extended spike as he maneuvered himself into position and jacked in.

Skywarp moaned again as Megatron entered him, sending a wave of vibrations through Thundercracker’s valve that made him gasp and twitch in reaction, and resumed his sensual assault. His efforts were somewhat hampered by Megatron’s vigorous thrusts, which caused his glossa to skip erratically over the hypersensitized nodes within Thundercracker’s valve, but the pleasure surging through the bond from him more than compensated for the loss.

Thundercracker bit back a moan, unable to tear his optics off Megatron even with ‘Warp’s pleasure and his own simultaneously coursing through his frame. Megatron was staring down at him, his gaze intense and unnerving as he pounded into Skywarp relentlessly, thrusting hard enough that coupled with the echoes of ‘Warp’s sensations carrying over the bond, Thundercracker could feel each stroke almost as if Megatron were fragging him.

It was too much, too similar to their last encounter – he on his back, splayed out and exposed, Megatron looming over him, rocking him back against the berth with every thrust – except this time there was pleasure, making his valve flex in anticipation, eager to be filled…

He offlined his optics, turning his helm away and reaching for Skywarp through the bond, seeking comfort and reassurance from his sparkmate.

Skywarp’s attention was clearly divided, his circuits halfway blown by Megatron’s rigorous pace, but his affection washed over the bond nonetheless, colored heavily by pleasure and tinged with the faintest hint of amusement, the emotions so apparent Thundercracker could almost hear his unspoken response: Pit, TC – he’s fragging me and you feel guilty ‘cause you like it?

Skywarp laughed, redoubling his efforts, stimulating his valve with a determined barrage of thrusts and swipes of his glossa that left Thundercracker panting and trembling, a truly embarrassing quantity of lubricant escaping from his valve.

Feeling somewhat chagrined by his own response, Thundercracker gave himself up to the pleasure surging through his circuits, bucking in Skywarp’s grasp, a low, deepening rumble escaping from his vocalizer.

An unexpected burst of surprise exploded across the bond, carried on a wave of startled ecstasy, and Thundercracker raised his helm in confusion, onlining his optics.

Megatron was still hammering away, growling lustfully as he leaned over Skywarp, his right arm jerking rhythmically. It took Thundercracker an astrosecond to identify the cause of ‘Warp’s sudden delight, but glancing down he discovered the source – Megatron had Skywarp’s spike firmly in hand, and was pumping it vigorously in time with his thrusts.

Nearly undone by ecstasy, ‘Warp threw his helm back and moaned loudly, abandoning his efforts to stimulate Thundercracker’s valve in favor of grinding his own against Megatron, his hip plate twitching as he thrust his spike into Megatron’s merciless grip.

Megatron’s optics found his as Thundercracker watched, flashing as they met his gaze. Megatron growled again, a faint smirk quirking his lip components as he thrust harder into Skywarp, pushing him over the edge. Skywarp howled in climactic bliss, shuddering as he emptied his transfluid onto the berth, his frame jerking violently in the throes of a simultaneous dual overload.

Megatron withdrew as Skywarp slumped to the berth, twitching, shoving 'Warp roughly aside and advancing on Thundercracker, his spike still extended, dripping with lubricant.

Thundercracker’s optics widened, darting from Megatron to Skywarp, praying 'Warp hadn’t offlined, but Skywarp lay motionless on the berth, his optics dim, his limbs slack and insensate.

He scrambled backward hastily, seeking to escape, but Megatron seized hold of his legs, growling lustily as he dragged Thundercracker inexorably towards his extended spike.

“No,” he protested weakly, but Megatron was already jacking into him, his thick spike plunging deep into his valve with a single decisive thrust, penetrating him to the hilt.

It felt good.

Megatron’s spike felt good inside of him, filling and stretching his valve, pulling a startled moan from his vocalizer, triggering a renewed burst of lubricant. His hip plate rose up instinctively to meet Megatron's next thrust, and the next, his valve welcoming Megatron's spike even as Thundercracker pushed feebly at his chestplate, torn between pleasure and revulsion.

‘Warp, he thought desperately, squirming in Megatron’s grip as Megatron swiftly found his rhythm, striving to catch a fleeting glimpse of his lover while pinned beneath Megatron’s massive frame. ‘Warp, please!

Thundercracker didn’t know what to do. It hadn’t been like this before, he hadn’t liked it when Megatron fragged him, or when he’d shoved his fingers up his valve. Nothing Megatron had done had fired his afterburners or caused his core temperature to rise, let alone made him actually want to be fragged.

Only ‘Warp had ever done that.

A hand brushed over his wingtip, and Thundercracker almost flinched, but the touch was gentle, not covetous, and with it came a faint undercurrent of contrite chagrin.

Skywarp.

A wave of relief washed over him as ‘Warp clambered onto the berth behind him, his cooling fans activating in response to Thundercracker’s arousal the moment their frames came into contact. He could feel ‘Warp’s plating heating rapidly as Skywarp lifted him onto his lap, slipping his arms around his waist components and hugging him close, his cockpit scraping against Thundercracker’s backstrut.

Megatron growled, quickening his pace, glaring at Skywarp through narrowed optics, his hands tightening possessively on Thundercracker’s hip plate. Thundercracker moaned helplessly, straining beneath him, caught up in his rhythm, too primed to struggle, too conflicted to resist.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want Megatron inside him, didn’t want to enjoy it, but it was as if his own systems had betrayed him. His valve was clenching around Megatron’s spike, his hips grinding against his interface array, a low rumble issuing steadily from his vocalizer as he edged closer and closer to the brink –

I don’t want this, he thought despairingly, tilting back his helm and offlining his optics. I don’t want this.

Skywarp hummed soothingly into his audial, sensing his distress and answering it with desire. “It’s okay, TC,” he whispered, stroking his cockpit encouragingly. “Let it go.”

He whined helplessly, his intakes laboring, his legs winding halfheartedly around Megatron’s waist components as Megatron rode him, his hands clutching weakly at his shoulder struts. He could feel Skywarp’s reassuring presence through the bond, urging him on, reflecting his own pleasure back at him, eroding what little remained of his wavering self-control.

Think of me. Offline your optics and pretend it’s me.

Skywarp was the reason he was responding like this; it had nothing to do with Megatron. It was ‘Warp he wanted, ‘Warp’s spike in his valve, ‘Warp’s weight above him –

It’s okay to like it, TC.

He couldn’t hold it back.

I love you, and I know you love me.

He onlined his optics, meeting ‘Warp’s gaze, his spark pulsing in recognition, suffusing him with a gentle warmth.

Only for you, ‘Warp, he thought. Only for you.

He felt it coming a moment before it hit, the berth vibrating beneath him, Skywarp tensing in anticipation, Megatron’s rhythm faltering as his valve clamped down around his spike – and then his sensor net exploded with sensation.

His sonic boom struck with a thunderous report, flattening them all against the berth and engulfing them in a wave of sound that blew out their audials and rattled their plating. Above them something exploded, showering them all in a cascade of sparks.

…then everything went dark.

**

“–on, TC! You’ve gotta get get up!”

Someone was shaking him. Thundercracker groaned as his systems rebooted, onlining his optics.

Skywarp was leaning over him, recognizable only by the dim scarlet glow of his optics illuminating his white faceplate. The rest of him was shrouded in darkness, his black plating swallowed up by the pervading gloom.

“Warp?” he rumbled blearily. He was lying on his back, dazed but seemingly undamaged. His audials were ringing, but he didn’t hurt anywhere. Had he been shot down? “What happened?” he asked. “Why’s it so dark?”

“You offlined,” Skywarp explained, glancing over his shoulder-strut distractedly. “And it’s dark because you blew out all the lights.”

“I did what?” he asked incredulously, wondering if his audials were glitching. ‘Warp’s vocalizer sounded vaguely fuzzy, buzzing with static like a bad comm link connection.

“Took out the lights,” Skywarp repeated impatiently. “Some other things too, I think. I’m not sure; there was a lot of noise, but it was too dark to see.”

Thundercracker turned up the gain on his visual sensors to verify Skywarp’s claim, his optics emitting their own dim glow as he peered around the room. Glittering shards of silicon were scattered everywhere, blanketing his frame and the berth he was laying on – a broad, massive berth entirely unlike his own.

The sight of it jolted Thundercracker’s CPU, bringing his memory core fully online and flooding his cache with sensor-records of the previous joor. “Megatron,” he whispered, a familiar feeling of dread contracting his spark.

“Yeah,” Skywarp replied in a hushed, harried undertone. “Don’t worry,” he added hastily when Thundercracker sat bolt upright in the berth, his optics wide with alarm, “he’s in the washrack; we’ve still got a few kliks.”

Skywarp’s assertion helped ease some of the tension from his servos, but did little to alleviate Thundercracker's confusion. “I did it,” he said, his vocalizer soft with amazement. “I really did it.”

“You did it, all right,” Skywarp replied wryly, sounding both amused and impressed. “When you overload, you don’t do it small, do you, TC?”

Thundercracker looked around again, surveying the scene of chaos surrounding them. In addition to the unidentifiable fragments of silicon and polymer he dislodged with every movement, there were a number of large, dark shapes littering the floor, dusky silhouettes reminiscent of the weapons he’d seen decorating the walls. Megatron’s quarters were completely trashed.

He glanced at Skywarp, who was looking around as well. “Frag,” he said. “So now what? Can we just, you know, leave?”

Skywarp frowned. “I don’t think so,” he said. “Usually he tells me when I can go.”

The thought of facing Megatron while sitting in the midst of the ruin he’d made of his quarters was more than a little daunting, sending a thrill of apprehension down Thundercracker’s backstrut. “Did he seem torqued off when he left?” he asked worriedly.

“I dunno,” Skywarp replied, glancing nervously toward the washrack. “I offlined right after you did. I only rebooted a couple kliks ago.”

Thundercracker turned to stare at him in surprise. “You offlined?”

Skywarp looked mildly embarrassed. “Yeah,” he said sheepishly. “I think it was because of the bond,” he added, his vocalizer dropping to a whisper. “I actually felt you go off! But don’t worry; he’ll think it was the blast that did it.”

Thundercracker considered that for a moment, then nodded in agreement. That was what his sonic boom was supposed to do, after all. Their secret was safe. “I didn’t mean to lose it like that,” he admitted apologetically. “I couldn’t hold it back.”

“Yeah?” Skywarp asked playfully. “You’ve been holding out on me, TC.” He shrugged, a teasing glint entering his optics. “At least we know you impressed him,” he said with a smirk. “He overloaded, right?”

Thundercracker frowned, glancing down at himself, his fuel tank giving a little lurch as he recognized the liquid smeared across his thigh plates and felt the familiar sensation of transfluid seeping slowly from his valve. It was still warm. “Yeah,” he confirmed, shifting uncomfortably on the berth, “He did.”

A pensive silence fell between them, Skywarp fidgeting nervously while Thundercracker struggled to suppress the sensor echoes of Megatron’s weight bearing down on him, his large spike thrusting deep into his valve –

“You don’t think he’ll wanna go again, do you?” he rumbled, glancing inquiringly at Skywarp.

Skywarp shook his helm. “If he did, he wouldn’t have gone to the ‘rack,” he said. “I think we’re safe.”

At least until he comes back and slags us for messing up his quarters, Thundercracker thought wryly. Some of the tension began to leave his servos anyway; he could handle a beating, if it came to that.

“TC…” Skywarp ventured hesitantly, but was interrupted when the sound of rushing water emanating from the next room cut off abruptly, compelling them both to turn their helms toward the door at the far side of the room, the one that led to Megatron’s private washrack.

They were still looking when the door hissed open and Megatron emerged, his silver plating wet and dripping, sullenly reflecting the crimson glow of his optics.

Megatron approached them with a slow, measured stride, silicon crunching beneath his feet. His gaze flickered around the room briefly, taking in the wreckage of his quarters, and then settled onto the two Seekers eyeing him apprehensively from the berth.

Thundercracker tensed as Megatron’s gaze focused on him, his optics narrowing slightly as they raked over his frame. He bowed his helm submissively, and discovered to his horror he’d forgotten to close his panel. He drew his legs up hastily, trying to make the movement look casual and failing miserably, avoiding Megatron’s optics as he sought to shield his intimate components from his penetrating gaze.

Skywarp fidgeted uneasily, shifting on the berth beside him. Gathering his courage, Thundercracker hazarded a wary glance upward, half-expecting a blow.

Megatron was still staring at him, regarding him with a strangely thoughtful expression.

Thundercracker met his gaze, the tension slowly easing from his servos as he registered the absence of lust in Megatron’s optics.

For a tense moment, none of them moved or spoke.

“Dismissed,” Megatron said finally, breaking the pregnant silence.

Skywarp sagged with relief as Thundercracker surged to his feet, closing his panel as he straightened. Skywarp’s shoulder-strut bumped against his own as ‘Warp rose hastily to join him.

“Sir,” Thundercracker said, ducking his helm hurriedly as Skywarp seized him by the arm, dragging him toward the door. Megatron grunted in acknowledgement as they stepped through it, venting twin sighs of relief as it slid shut behind them.

“I don’t believe it,” Skywarp said, slumping gratefully against the wall. “He didn’t slag us.”

“Yeah,” Thundercracker replied, equally mystified. “Your plan actually worked.”

Skywarp looked at him, meeting his gaze with troubled optics. “It almost didn’t,” he said quietly. “And it would have been all my fault.”

Thundercracker frowned, tilting his helm in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I offlined,” Skywarp said, the distressed look in his optics lending a hint of static to his vocalizer. “I said I’d take care of you, and then I left you all alone with him!”

Thundercracker reached out to touch his arm, and was stunned by the rush of guilt and self-loathing that swept through the bond. “It’s all right, ‘Warp,” he said gently, recalling how he’d called out to Skywarp when Megatron grabbed him, if only in his mind. “I forgive you.”

Skywarp looked up at him in surprise, a flicker of startled hope flashing across the bond. “You really mean that,” he said.

“Yeah,” he said, a little surprised himself, “I do.”

I really do, he thought in amazement. I’m…I think I’m gonna be okay.

“I can’t believe he went for my spike,” Skywarp muttered as they started down the corridor. “I never would have offlined just from him getting in my valve.”

Thundercracker nodded, vocalizing a faint grunt of acknowledgement, his thoughts preoccupied. Something about the way Megatron had looked at him, just before they were dismissed…

“Actually, he was kinda bad at it,” Skywarp admitted. “He was way too rough. It almost hurt.”

“Well you said he never does it,” he pointed out. “Probably hasn’t had much practice.”

“Yeah,” Skywarp said, chuckling at the thought. “It’s not like Screamer would ever let him.”

Thundercracker rumbled in amusement, imagining Starscream’s reaction to that.

They were nearing the first turnoff, where the narrow corridor leading to Megatron’s quarters intersected with one of the major ones. “You wanna hit the ‘racks?” Skywarp asked him.

“Yeah,” he said distractedly, his audials detecting the sound of multiple footsteps approaching.

“What the frag does he want now?” someone griped irritably. “I was about to go into recharge!”

“Maybe his energon dispenser is broken,” another voice replied helpfully.

Thundercracker and Skywarp exchanged a look, and together they peered inquiringly around the corner. All six Constructicons were making their way down the main corridor, looking distinctly disgruntled at having been roused at such a late hour.

“We’ll find out what he wants when we get there,” Hook said archly, giving Long Haul and Scavenger a disdainful look. “With any luck, whatever it is, it won’t take long.”

The Constructicons paused in surprise when they turned and found the two Seekers blocking the corridor, giving Thundercracker and Skywarp puzzled looks as they stepped aside to let them pass.

Thundercracker felt a sudden sinking feeling in his spark, repressing a groan as he realized where they were headed. Skywarp snickered, evidently having reached the same conclusion.

Great, he thought, imagining Hook’s reaction when he learned what task he’d been summoned to perform and vowing not to visit the repair bay for at least an orn.

Skywarp obviously didn’t share his chagrin; his snickers grew into full-fledged guffaws as the clank of the Constructicons’ footsteps faded, grabbing Thundercracker’s arm for support as he doubled over in laughter.

Thundercracker’s lip components twitched, unable to suppress a grin as Skywarp’s amusement flooded the bond. Shaking his helm, he embraced it, a deep rumble rising from his chassis.

They laughed all the way to the washracks.

*fin*

A/N: Well, that’s it – hope you enjoyed! Damn near killed me to write it, but I’m glad it’s finally done. There will be more of these two jokers in Starscream’s fic, and possibly a handful of interludes for the bits of their backstories Starscream wasn’t privy to, but as it stands this storyline is officially complete. Yay!

Comments

[dualitybythree.livejournal.com]

You finished! Congrats!
This was a great series, I've totally fallen inlove with TC and Skywarp.

Hope you are feeling better. I didn't comment on the first half because I made myself wait so I could read them on after the other. Perhaps other people did the same thing? This was definately a satisfying ending to this series though.

[anon-decepticon.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm often amazed at how fragile my self-confidence can be; I was pathetically nervous after posting this. I think it was partly due to the fact that I really wrestled with the second half, and when I posted the part I was happy with in hope of motivating myself to finish, none of my regulars commented, which got me thinking, ohshit, if they didn't like THAT, they're gonna HATE the rest! So...yeah. I'm pretty happy with it now that it's done, but I feel much better knowing my first comment isn't gonna be "OMG THIS SUCKS!" so thank you for that. It reads better in its entirety IMO, so I hope you're right about people waiting for the full fic - all 30 pages of it.

As for my back...meh, don't ask. It's marginally better, which means walking hurts less, but sitting is still agony. I just hope it goes away before I have to return to work on Tuesday. *cry*

[mdperera.livejournal.com]

Sorry I didn't comment before! I was working on a chapter of the sequel and didn't want to take a break until I was done. Didn't mean to make you worry. :) Now, on to the review.

Skywarp should count his blessings. He could have been working with Wildrider and Drag Strip instead. But even though this chapter focused a lot on Thundercracker and Megatron, I loved how much you brought out Skywarp's personality - so many little details from the obsequious bow to the "yeah, that's how it's done, interfacing can involve touching your partner even if he's Megatron".

As for Thundercracker, he wasn't kidding when he said he thought a lot even during interfacing. The climax of the chapter, even after he realized that it could feel good with Megatron but was all DO NOT WANT... that was so stretched out that I was half afraid Megatron would finish without him.

But it ended happily! For everyone, since even Megatron got what he wanted. As for his little foreshadowing look... whatever that means, I think those two can handle it together.

Thanks for a very enjoyable read!

[lilycarroll.livejournal.com]

One word: perfect!

[anontfwriter.livejournal.com]

AWESOME finish! Hot as. I can't wait to see Starscream's fic. Keep up the good writing!

[decepticon41.livejournal.com]

Epic ending...totally worth waiting for. ^^

[blind-foxx.livejournal.com]

Awesome series! <3

[growlingturtlez.livejournal.com]

I've been eagerly looking forward to the conclusion and it exceeded my expectations (which were already high!) by MILES!!

I'm curious, though, what was on Megatron's mind...

[anon-decepticon.livejournal.com]

The worst thing about writing conclusions is the pervading fear that people will be disappointed by them. I'm relieved you weren't! As for what Megs was thinking, if you really want to know, feel free to send me a PM or post the question on my personal canon meme. ;)

[astersyn.livejournal.com]

Finally finally done! This was so great! I'm sorry I didn't comment on the previous installment...please forgive me...

I was surprised at how well Skywarp handled the situation. But you sacrifice for the ones you love, don't you? A satisfying finale (except for Meg's weird staring before dismissing them...foreshadowing for something, right? I am not good at this)

Anyway...I hope you recover from nearly being killed by this and hurting your back!

[12012.livejournal.com]

Life is now complete :D I actually went back and read all of them before finishing up with this one. Waahhhh *fans self*

[(Anonymous)]

Wonderful ending to a wonderful story. I'll be sad not to see any more of these two(I'm very interested in learning more about Thundercracker's background with Steelwing), but I'm glad this gets to go out on a high note.

Hope your back feels better soon!

[anon-decepticon.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, you'll be seeing LOTS more of them! When I say this storyline is "done," I only mean I'm not planning to write another fic from Thundercracker or Skywarp's PoV that chronologically follows this one. What happens to them in the future will be covered in Starscream's fic, as will the story of how they came together as a trine. What happened to them in the past prior to meeting Starscream (including Thundercracker's unfortunate encounter with Steelwing) will be covered in their individual "backstory" fics from their own PoVs. I'm not sure what order I'll be doing them in yet or how many chapters there will be, but if my outline is anything to go by, I'm going to be writing fic about these three for quite a while yet!

But Wait!!

[totso.livejournal.com]

What was with that look?? ... :) you could totally go off into another series, just based on Megatron's last look at TC... that or he was just wondering if he should slag him for wrecking his room... hhehehe... I've become spoiled reading your work, it's absolutely amazing. :D

[(Anonymous)]

It may have nearly killed you, but I sure as hell enjoyed it.

And hurray for Thundercracker and Skywarp. You did it guys. Go team!

[rosewingsofsong.livejournal.com]

I think you did a great job with this ending, although I can't help thinking after reading this how awkward a three-way like that would be. I can't wait to start reading the Starscream story. I'm interested in the dynamic between him and Megatron. BTW, your personal meme really helped with clearing up what Megatron was thinking about Thundercracker.