Skywarp's Solution: Phase One

[anon_decepticon]

Title: Skywarp’s Solution: Phase One
Author: anon_decepticon
Rating: M
Pairing or Character(s): Megatron/Skywarp; Thundercracker and Starscream have cameos.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers.
Warning(s): Sticky, oral, hints of dub-con and D/s, rough sex, violence, Skywarp’s potty mouth.
Overall Summary: Megatron has turned his sights on Thundercracker, but Skywarp has a plan.
Author's Note: Part one of three, Skywarp’s PoV. This is the continuation of “Ours, Mine, Yours,” which is in turn a continuation of the trilogy made up of my third, fourth and tenth fics for the kink meme, Skywarp Goes Solo, Thunderstruck and Grounded. Extra thanks to kookaburra1701, who kindly played sounding board for this fic, and to astersyn, who drew me another fantastic piece of fanart, this time for Part 2 of “Ours, Mine, Yours.” (Poor traumatized TC.) Hoo-boy, I think I buried the needle on the ol’ smut meter with this one. It’s not a true PwP, but it’s pretty damn close. And sticky! I went a bit nuts with the sticky. Oh, ‘Warpy, shame on you. You’re such a little tart. Why are the dim ones always so cute?



Skywarp's Solution: Phase One

"Another brilliant plan, o fearless leader," Starscream said acidly.

Skywarp glared at him. True, they’d lost the battle, but as far as he could tell, it hadn’t been Megatron’s fault. The Autobots had sabotaged their latest super-weapon, the Trans-Galactic-whatsis-thingy, so instead of doing…whatever it was it was supposed to do, it had blown up. A lot.

The resulting explosion had forced the Decepticon troops to scatter, taking to the air or diving for cover in an effort to avoid it. Skywarp had ‘ported himself clear, but roughly half of the other ‘Cons hadn’t been so lucky, and were injured in the blast or by the ensuing firestorm of debris.

With his newest weapon reduced to a smoking crater and half his troops damaged and in disarray, Megatron had done the most logical thing – he’d called a retreat.

Now they were back at the base, standing at the top of the docking tower waiting for the elevator to arrive, and Screamer couldn’t even wait that long before running his vocalizer.

He shot a look at TC, standing next to him. Thundercracker was scowling. He’d gotten clipped by a smoldering hunk of slag during the explosion, and had flown most of the way back to the Nemesis trailing smoke from one wing. Skywarp shifted his weight deliberately, feigning impatience, so that his arm scraped against TC’s. The brief flash of irritation he felt as their plating came into contact reassured him that Thundercracker was all right, if in a surly mood.

It had turned out their spark bond wasn’t a constant connection; they could each sense what the other was feeling, but only when they were in direct physical contact. Skywarp had been rather disappointed by the discovery, but TC had seemed relieved, grumbling something about having to live in each other’s CPUs.

Skywarp didn’t think it’d be so bad, knowing what TC was feeling all the time. He’d said as much, but Thundercracker had just smirked and said that was because all Skywarp had in his head was static. Skywarp had slugged him for it; Thundercracker had retaliated by tackling him to the floor, and then –

“Of course I told you that pathetic weapon of yours would never work,” Starscream said loftily. Screamer was in full gloat mode, hands on his hip plates, lip components quirked in a smug sneer.

Behind him, Skywarp sensed a flurry of private comm signals flashing back and forth as the other 'Cons took bets on whether or not Starscream would make it to the bottom of the lift in one piece. After a quick glance at Megatron’s expression, Skywarp seriously considered getting in on that pool. He could use some high-grade; he and TC could get overcharged and –

The elevator doors opened, interrupting his thoughts. As they all trooped in, crowding together in the close quarters of the lift, his wingtip brushed against Thundercracker’s, and Skywarp caught another brief flash of annoyance/impatience.

Just wait ‘til we get back to our quarters, TC, he thought lecherously. You’ll be in a much better mood by the time I’m through with you.

Thundercracker’s optics flashed, and Skywarp grinned. Some of what he was feeling must have carried over the bond, because a sudden flare of lust seared his circuitry. His core temperature rose several degrees, and he suddenly found himself wondering what the Pit was taking that slagging elevator so long.

"If you'd let me review the specs instead of leaving it to those incompetent Constructicons, I would have spotted the design flaw the Autobots so readily exploited," Starscream persisted, proving once again that he wasn’t nearly as smart as he thought he was. “Perhaps then you might have emerged from today’s battle with at least some of your dignity inta-”

Starscream was cut off in mid-gloat, his vocalizer emitting a strangled burst of static as Megatron finally decided he’d had enough and seized him by the neck cables, hoisting Screamer’s turbines clear off the floor and slamming him into the wall of the lift.

Primus, Skywarp thought, jostled in the rush to avoid getting in-between the Slagmaker and his mouthy second-in command. And they say I’m stupid!

The lift doors opened, and Starscream was the first to leave, faceplate-first as Megatron flung him out into the docking bay. Megatron stepped out next, and afterward there was a brief bottleneck as the other ‘Cons hastened to exit the lift and clear the bay before they became the next target of Megatron’s ire.

Megatron stood over his downed second as Starscream struggled to push himself upright, glaring down at him in disdain. The other mechs who’d shared the lift filed past them, giving the pair a wide berth. A few glanced warily at Megatron as they passed; Starscream was pointedly ignored.

Same old song and dance, Skywarp thought, shaking his helm. Thundercracker cast a resigned look in his direction, shrugged his shoulder-struts, and headed for the door.

That was when he saw it.

Megatron’s helm lifted as Thundercracker passed him, his optics following the blue Seeker as Thundercracker made his way toward the exit.

A sudden chill gripped Skywarp’s spark. No, he thought. Not TC, not tonight –

He knew all too well how Megatron consoled himself after humiliating loss, and given the circumstances of today’s defeat and Starscream’s stupid gloating, it was unlikely the Decepticon leader would be in anything resembling a charitable mood. Starscream had already directly challenged Megatron’s authority; if TC did the same by refusing to obey to his summons –

He had to do something.

He moved quickly, sidling up behind Megatron, ignoring the way his CPU was screaming at him that getting this close to the Decepticon leader in his current mood was nothing short of insanity. Already a plan was forming in his processor. He could do this. If he played it just right…

“Your violent posturing changes nothing, Megatron,” Starscream spat venomously, wise enough to stay on the floor at Megatron’s feet, but evidently not smart enough to mute his vocalizer. “Your precious weapon was still destroyed.”

“Made a pretty cool explosion, though,” Skywarp chimed in cheerfully.

Megatron whirled, moving so swiftly Skywarp didn’t even have time to ‘port to a safe distance, seizing the leading edge of his wing in a crushing grip, a low growl emerging from his vocalizer.

Skywarp looked up at him, meeting his angry gaze…and activated his cooling fans.

Megatron faltered for all of an astrosecond when the low humming noise reached his audials, sounding unnaturally loud in the barren echoing confines of the docking bay. His look of anger shifted slowly to one of wary suspicion.

“What?” he said innocently. “I can’t help it. That battle got me all wound up.”

Starscream made a disgusted noise from somewhere behind them, and Megatron turned slightly toward the sound, granting Skywarp a clear view of his commander.

“Protecting your trine leader, Skywarp?” Megatron sneered. “How very noble of you.”

It wasn’t hard to look indignant; under the circumstances Skywarp would have been only too happy to watch Screamer get his aft kicked. He might even volunteer to do some of the kicking himself. “What, him?” he asked scornfully, firing a shot at Starscream that missed him by bare inches, leaving a ragged scorch mark on the deck plating. Ignoring Starscream’s squawk of outrage, he turned his gaze back to Megatron. “Frag that,” he said. “I’m not missing my turn twice in a row!”

Starscream fumbled to his feet, cursing him as he brought his null ray to bear.

Megatron extended his arm almost casually, not even bothering to turn around as he aimed his fusion cannon at his Air Commander. “You’re dismissed, Starscream,” he said, his optics never leaving Skywarp’s.

Starscream spluttered in vexation, but the humming sound of Megatron’s cannon charging muted his protests. Huffing through his vents, he stalked angrily out of the bay.

Megatron waited until the clank of Starscream’s footsteps had faded. “Explain yourself, Skywarp,” he said.

“What’s to explain?” he said with a shrug. “I’m hot, I wanna frag.”

Megatron’s optics narrowed, and his grip on Skywarp’s wing tightened, dancing on the razor’s edge of pain.

He squirmed in Megatron’s hold, wincing. “It’s my turn!” he insisted stubbornly. “Even if it did get blown up, I still got that part for you! No one even saw me! You’ll frag Screamer when he’s acting like a jerk, but you won’t frag me when I do something right?”

Megatron rumbled threateningly, but his grip on Skywarp’s wing eased slightly. Taking that as encouragement, Skywarp reached for him, running a hand down Megatron’s arm suggestively.

“C’mon,” he said, “I’ve earned it.”

“Big talk for such a small Seeker,” Megatron replied darkly.

Skywarp grinned, kicking his fans up another notch. “I like that you’re big,” he purred, leaning into him.

Megatron let go of his wing to grab hold of his upper arms, pushing him back roughly. Skywarp tried to move forward again, to close the distance, but Megatron’s grip remained firm, keeping him at arm’s length.

He’d felt the shift in Megatron’s core temperature, though, could feel the heat rising off his plating even from an arm’s length away. It was working. “Yeah, c’mon,” he said, panting through his vents, getting a little wound up himself. “Show me how big you are.”

Megatron shoved him away, hard enough to make Skywarp stumble, releasing him.

“Oh, come on!,” he protested, straightening, swaying slightly as his gyros recalibrated themselves. He couldn’t help but feel sort of insulted; no one had ever turned him down, not when he was practically begging for it! What the frag was wrong with Megatron, anyway? Scowling determinedly, Skywarp shook himself and advanced on him again.

Megatron raised his fusion cannon, aiming it at Skywarp’s spark. “You test your limits, Skywarp,” he said.

Throwing caution to the winds, Skywarp pressed his cockpit against the barrel of Megatron’s weapon. It was cold, uncharged, not primed to fire. “I want you to test my limits,” he said, rubbing against it feverishly. “I want you to frag me so hard I can't stand. I want you to pound my valve with your huge spike, make me scream –“

Megatron made a derisive noise, pushing him away again – but not as roughly as before, Skywarp noted. More like a firm nudge. He could hear Megatron’s systems laboring; feel the heat pouring off of his frame; it was probably only Megatron’s own formidable will keeping his internal fans in check.

Ha, he thought. Gotcha.

“You're dismissed, Skywarp,” Megatron said curtly.

WHAT?!

Skywarp stared at him in shock, unable to believe his own audials. You’ve got to be kidding me! he thought, his mouth dropping open incredulously. What the frag? Had one of the Autobots blown a hole in Megatron’s interface drive when he wasn’t looking, or what?

Huffing irritably through his vents, he turned to leave. He’d just have to think of something else. If he didn’t, TC would –

“You will report to my quarters in half a joor,” Megatron said.

Skywarp halted midstride, half a step from the door. “Yes, sir,” he said.

It was a good thing he had his back to Megatron. There was no hiding his triumphant grin.

**

He ducked into the washracks for a quick scrubdown during his half-joor of freedom; better, he reasoned, to show up looking sleek and polished than soot-stained and reeking of smoke. While he was there, he indulged in a little prep work, tweaking wires and stroking his panel, getting his circuits to heat up. After his performance in the docking bay, Megatron would be expecting a desperate-to-be-fragged Seeker, and by Primus, Skywarp intended to give him one.

When his internal reminder chimed, he teleported to the corridor outside Megatron’s personal quarters, transmitting his query ping.

“Enter,” Megatron called.

Not bothering with the door, Skywarp activated his warp gate generator and ‘ported himself directly onto Megatron’s berth, laid out in a pose he thought to be particularly alluring – lounging half on his side, artfully framed by the graceful sweep of his wings.

Megatron was standing next to the berth, but faced away from him, his attention on the door.

Skywarp reset his vocalizer, activating his cooling fans again.

Megatron turned slowly at the sound, his optics narrowing. “You presume, Skywarp,” he said.

He scoffed. “This is where we’re gonna end up, why waste time?”

Megatron’s optics flashed, raking over his frame. “Kneel,” he commanded.

Skywarp obeyed, slithering off the berth and lowering himself to the floor at Megatron’s feet. He wasn’t surprised by the command; Megatron liked having his spike sucked as much as the next mech, and with Skywarp so obviously ready for him, naturally he’d want a little help to catch up.

Megatron retracted his panel, his spike extending immediately. Skywarp lunged for it greedily, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.

Megatron gave a startled grunt, tipping forward to catch himself on Skywarp’s shoulder-vents, surprised by the onslaught of sensation. Skywarp hummed appreciatively, beginning to move, his helm bobbing enthusiastically as he devoured Megatron’s spike, taking in as much as he could hold and then drawing back again, his glossa working along the ridges lining the underside, his hands stroking Megatron’s thigh plates.

A hand came to rest on the back of his helm, and he hummed again, pleased with himself. After tonight, ol’ Megs would never look twice at Thundercracker again.

But then the grip on the back of his helm tightened, and he was jerked forward roughly, forced to take in Megatron’s full length. He whimpered in protest as Megatron held him there, his lip components resting against the heated metal of Megatron’s interface array, his spike distorting Skywarp’s intake.

After several long astroseconds, Megatron withdrew to a more comfortable depth, and Skywarp vented a sigh of relief. But before he could relax and resume his task, Megatron did it again – and then again.

Skywarp fought down the urge to struggle, grabbing hold of Megatron’s thigh plates for support, knowing full well that resistance would only anger him further. He’d just have to ride it out; TC was counting on him. He did his best to relax his intake, allowing Megatron’s spike to move freely in and out, rocking in time with his movements as the Decepticon leader fragged his faceplate.

It wasn’t fun, that was for certain, but Skywarp could handle it; he knew after a klik or two Megatron would decide he’d made his point, and then they could get down to business. Seeking to distract himself until then, Skywarp retracted his panel and reached for his valve, rubbing the external sensor node with his fingertips, his thumb brushing lightly over his spike housing.

The resulting surge of pleasure helped to mitigate the discomfort of Megatron repeatedly ramming his spike down his intake, and Skywarp didn’t bother to suppress the moan that escaped his vocalizer. If Megatron intended this as a punishment, he might stop if Skywarp appeared to be enjoying it...

He’d barely completed the thought when Megatron suddenly shoved in hard and stayed there, holding him firmly in place. Megatron grunted, and a searing burst of fluid scalded Skywarp’s intake. His optics widened in disbelief – Megatron had overloaded?!

This was bad. Having achieved satisfaction himself, Megatron could by all rights dismiss him. Not only would this deny Skywarp the overload he now sincerely wanted, but his plan to save TC would fall into a shambles.

But what could he do? He had to figure out a way to get Megatron wound up again, convince him to go another round, or else he’d –

Megatron released his grip on his helm, his spike retracting. Skywarp leapt to his feet immediately, flinging himself onto the berth, legs spread wide to grant Megatron a clear view of his bared interface array and glistening valve. Hoping to add to the enticement of the display, he plunged a hand between his thighs and thrust two fingers into his valve, bucking his hips and moaning theatrically.

“Again you presume, Skywarp,” Megatron said.

He resisted the urge to scream in frustration. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just frag me already,” he spat before he could stop himself.

Megatron lunged forward with a growl, once more seeming to move faster than thought, his fist colliding with Skywarp’s faceplate hard enough to snap his helm back with the force of the blow. Skywarp’s fingers were yanked roughly from his valve as Megatron flipped him over, planting a hand in the middle of his backstrut and pinning him facedown to the berth. A second hand seized his right aileron and bent it upward sharply, making Skywarp howl in agony.

“You forget your place, Skywarp,” Megatron hissed over his shrieks of pain. “I am not here for your pleasure. You are here for mine.”

“I’m sorry!” he screamed into the berth, pain igniting his sensors, sending warning notices flashing across his HUD as Megatron grabbed his wingtip and gave it a violent twist, “I’m sor – AAGH! – I’m sorry!”

“Why are you here, Skywarp?” Megatron demanded, squeezing until the metal creaked beneath his fingertips.

“For your pleasure!” he screamed. “For you! Please!”

The agonizing grip on his wing eased. “Very good,” Megatron replied crisply. The hand that had been torturing him now slid over his wing with surprising gentleness, stroking along the leading edge, soothing the aggravated sensor nodes.

“Do not forget that I am your commander,” Megatron said, his hand leaving Skywarp’s wing to grope his aft. “I will grant you pleasure only if it suits me to do so.”

“Yes sir,” he panted, his fans switching on again.

The roving hand was stroking his thigh plates now, and slag it if it didn’t feel good. A single finger dipped between his legs to trace the rim of his valve, and Skywarp keened, spreading them wider, squirming with need. Megatron’s rough handling had left his sensor net hyper-sensitized, so that even that simple touch was maddening.

“You will be rewarded if I deem you worthy of reward,” Megaton continued.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Yes sir.”

“You may request,” Megatron said, emphasizing the word by shoving two fingers deep into Skywarp’s valve, making him cry out and clutch at the berth, “but never demand,” he continued, repeating the motion.

Skywarp panted harder, aching to move, to touch. He was so wound up it was ridiculous – his awakened sensors were screaming, begging for release. Each thrust of Megatron’s fingers set off a cascade of sensations, pushing him ever closer to the brink – but it wasn’t enough.

His internal fans were roaring, his vents cycling rapidly, but his core temperature continued to climb. Megatron began pumping his fingers steadily in and out of his valve, making Skywarp twitch and writhe in his grasp, moaning and bucking his hips, trying to force Megatron’s fingers in deeper – but it still wasn’t enough.

He was so close, so very close, but he needed more. Megatron was stimulating dozens of sensor nodes within his valve, but there were other, deeper nodes aching to be touched, nodes well out of reach of Megatron’s thrusting fingers. Skywarp keened in frustration, practically humping the berth, desperate for that last bit of sensory input that would tip him over the edge. Just a little deeper, just a little more –!

“What do you want, Skywarp?” Megatron asked.

“Frag,” he gasped, striving to lift his hip plate entreatingly. “Frag me!”

“What do you want, Skywarp?” Megatron repeated.

“Your spike!” he cried. “Please! Please, I need it, please!”

There was a soft snick as Megatron’s fingers withdrew, but before Skywarp could protest their loss, Megatron jacked into him, penetrating him deeply with a single thrust, burying his spike to the hilt in his valve.

“Yes,” Skywarp moaned, “Oh, yes!”

Megatron’s hands seized his hip plate, hauling Skywarp’s aft up and back into his thrusts, pounding him mercilessly, making him keen in ecstasy. Megatron’s spike was big, large enough to hurt like frag when he jacked in without warning, but when it was like this, when Skywarp was hot and wet and ready for him, it stretched his valve in the most exquisite way, filling him completely, owning him –

“Yeah,” he urged feverishly, pushing back to meet each thrust, grinding his aft against Megatron’s interface array hard enough to scrape paint, “Yeah, yeah, give it to me, gimme that big spike – unh! – so good – so deep – ah! Fraaaag!”

His overload took him fast and hard, his valve spasming wildly around that deliciously thick spike as he clawed at the berth, jerking as the waves of pleasure tore through his frame, rattling his plating. An astrosecond later he felt the hot rush of fluid spurting deep in his valve, and the sensation of it very nearly set him off again – frag, Megatron was good.

He sank down onto the berth, his limbs slack and trembling, panting through his intakes, so overcome that for a klik he almost forgot why he was here in the first place.

He’d come to protect TC. He had to get his lover off Megatron’s processor.

No way would Thundercracker have been able to handle what Megatron had just done to Skywarp; of that he was certain. Skywarp didn’t mind a little rough treatment, didn’t mind being dominated so thoroughly, but he knew TC would hate it.

Megatron withdrew, his spike retracting with a snap. “Your trinemate knows how to show respect in the berth,” he commented disdainfully.

Skywarp stiffened. Oh, frag. He’d blown it. He’d been trying to convince Megatron that he didn’t need Thundercracker, and instead he’d made him even more appealing!

He should have known. Of course TC had been obedient and submissive when Megatron had fragged him – he’d have been too terrified of defying him to be anything else. Thundercracker was no coward, but he was a soldier through and through. He took orders. He obeyed.

Megatron had liked that. No wonder, with Starscream challenging his leadership at every turn, and every ‘Con in the ranks just waiting for the opportunity to step up and seize the mantle of power. Pit, even Skywarp wasn’t completely obedient – loyal, yes, but that wasn’t the same thing. He pushed limits, tested boundaries, figuring out just how much he could get away with without getting slagged, and then going just a tiny bit further.

TC wasn’t like that. He followed the rules, even when he didn’t like them. He muted his vocalizer and did what he was told. Only on rare occasions did he ever stand up and speak his mind, usually over something that offended his pride or went against his warrior code, but when he did, he was immovable.

Skywarp had felt that most of all, when they’d merged sparks. TC’s stubbornness, his arrogance, his pride. He knew without question that Thundercracker had meant it when he said he wouldn’t let Megatron frag him again. TC would never back down.

Unfortunately, neither would Megatron, unless Skywarp could convince him Thundercracker wasn’t worth the trouble. So ol’ Megs wants obedience, huh? he thought. I can give him that.

He heard Megatron’s heavy footsteps moving away, crossing to the opposite side of room. Skywarp knew from past experience that as long as he didn’t overstay his welcome, Megatron would grant him a few kliks to recover, but the moment he got to his feet, Megatron would dismiss him. He couldn’t let that happen.

Not yet.

He pushed himself upright with a groan, pulling his feet up under him so that he was kneeling on the berth with his back to Megatron, and waited. Megatron’s footsteps returned, coming to a halt alongside the berth. He could feel the tyrant’s optics on him, no doubt wondering why Skywarp hadn’t moved.

He turned to face him slowly. Megatron loomed over him like a stark silver monolith, an energon cube in hand, his spike retracted, but his panel still open.

Perfect.

Tilting his helm up to meet Megatron’s narrowed optics, he slowly raised a hand and reached for him, his fingertips tentatively brushing against Megatron’s thigh plate. “Lord Megatron,” he whispered reverently.

Megatron’s lip components twitched. “Yes?”

“I have…a request,” he said softly, holding his gaze.

“And that is?”

“More,” he said, leaning forward to flick his glossa over Megatron’s spike housing. “Please,” he said, giving the housing another, longer lick, his optics never leaving Megatron’s. “Please, more.”

Megatron’s optics glinted with amusement.

“Please, my lord,” Skywarp said again.

Dipping a finger into the cube in his hand, Megatron stirred the contents idly and then lifted it out again, offering the dripping digit to him.

Skywarp took the hint immediately; leaning forward further and opening his mouth.

Megatron slid the finger inside, and Skywarp closed his lip components around it and sucked, lapping away the energon with his glossa, making little noises of pleasure.

After a few moments, Megatron reclaimed his finger, his optics emitting a dusky glow. He gestured absently in the direction of his interface array. “You may proceed,” he said.

“Thank you, Lord Megatron,” he replied.

Leaning down, he began licking Megatron’s spike housing again, lapping away the lingering traces of Megatron’s fluids and his own. He purred at the taste of them, shivering as he reached out to touch him again, sliding his hands up Megatron’s thigh-plates.

Megatron rumbled approvingly.

After a klik or two his efforts produced the desired result; Megatron’s spike extended once more.

Skywarp took it into his mouth without hesitation, sucking avidly, working the length of the shaft with his glossa as he ran his hands up and down Megatron’s thigh plates. Throughout it all, he kept his optics locked on Megatron’s faceplate, gazing up at him worshipfully, making submissive little whimpers as he pleasured him.

Megatron’s hand dropped to the back of his helm, and Skywarp obeyed the tacit command, taking in more of him, swallowing his full length. He held there for a moment, flexing his intake, then drew back again.

Megatron groaned appreciatively, his optics offlining for an astrosecond, so Skywarp did it again, humming around the thick spike.

“Enough,” Megatron said as he eased back again.

Skywarp released him immediately, sitting back on his thrusters and looking up at him expectantly.

Megatron subspaced the energon cube and stepped forward, reaching out to run a hand along the leading edge of Skywarp’s left wing. Skywarp purred, leaning into the touch, and Megatron promptly raised his other hand, repeating the caress on the opposite wing.

Skywarp was never one to turn down a little wing play – few Seekers would – and the possessive way Megatron touched him had always spun his turbines. He offlined his optics as Megatron’s hands moved covetously over his frame, plundering every inch of him, claiming Skywarp as his own.

He arched his backstruts, pressing into Megatron’s hands, surrendering to his touch, groaning with pleasure. Megatron moved in closer, growling lustfully as he planted a knee on the berth between Skywarp’s spread thighs, stroking his cockpit, groping his intakes greedily.

Skywarp moaned, his cooling fans activating once more as his core temperature began to rise. Leaning back further, his hands splayed flat on the berth behind him to support his weight, he lifted his hip-plate and ground wantonly against Megatron’s thigh, leaving behind a wet, shimmering trail of lubricant.

Megatron growled, grabbing his wings and shoving him down, pinning him flat against the berth, and moved to position his quivering spike at the entrance to Skywarp’s dripping, eager valve.

Skywarp keened hungrily, spreading his legs wider, eagerly anticipating the sensation of Megatron’s huge spike ramming deep inside of him, but Megatron didn’t jack in immediately, didn’t plunge into him with the usual swift, hard thrust – instead his hands moved to Skywarp’s hip plate, gripping it tightly, holding him in place. The tip of his spike brushed against the rim of Skywarp’s valve, hot and trembling, poised to enter –

Skywarp keened again, desperately. “Please,” he panted over the roar of his own internal fans. “Please, Lord Megatron.”

Megatron chuckled darkly, his optics flashing, and pressed into him, his spike penetrating Skywarp’s valve with excruciating slowness, inch by agonizing inch.

Skywarp whined impatiently, his legs winding around Megatron’s waist components, his hands reaching up to grab hold of Megatron’s chestplate, tugging urgently, wordlessly begging the tyrant to stop teasing and just take him.

Megatron complied with his unspoken demand, but not really – he began to move, drawing back and thrusting in again, but at a controlled, moderate pace, one far removed from the usual frenzied pounding Skywarp was accustomed to receiving in the Decepticon leader’s berth.

The uncharacteristically sedate approach was unusual – Skywarp had had nearly every ‘Con on the base, and not one of them had ever fragged him like this – but understandable; after the rigors of today’s battle and two overloads, even the Slagmaker had to be beginning to tire.

To be honest, Skywarp was feeling slightly drained himself, and figured he had little reason to complain – it felt amazingly good, that thick, hard spike sliding into him with such exquisite slowness, filling and stretching his valve, tripping every sensor node it met along the way. The sensation of pleasure was rising within him, a liquid heat pooling in his circuitry, building steadily with each slow, measured thrust –

TC would like it like this, he thought as Megatron paused in his rhythm to lift Skywarp’s legs, bringing Skywarp’s heel-thrusters up to rest against his shoulder-struts. That accomplished, he resumed his thrusts, quickening his pace.

The new position allowed Megatron to penetrate even deeper than before, hitting just the right spot to make Skywarp moan and clutch at the berth. As he drew inexorably closer to his peak, he found himself imagining what it would be like to take Thundercracker this way, envisioning him writhing beneath him, TC’s tight, wet valve clamping down on his spike the way his own was beginning to clench around Megatron’s –

The vivid mental image made his spark give a sudden pulse, filling him with a burst of pleasure so intense it made him gasp, his intakes hitching as Megatron drove into him again and again –

His spike extended with a sharp snap, eager to claim his absent lover.

Megatron’s rhythm faltered, but it was too late to protest the unwelcome addition; Skywarp was already jerking in the throes of overload, his valve spasming as hot fluids spurted from his twitching spike, splattering over his cockpit and across their abdominal plating.

Skywarp’s optics widened even as the waves of pleasure wracked his frame, alarmed by the sight of Megatron’s enraged optics blazing down at him with scarlet ferocity. The Decepticon leader roared, his hip plate slamming violently into Skywarp’s, and an astrosecond later Skywarp felt the heated liquid burst of his release.

He was slagged. Megatron would tear out his spark for this.

Megatron slumped over him with a sated grunt, nearly crushing Skywarp beneath his considerable weight. For several astroseconds neither of them moved, save for the rapid cycling of their fans and the heaving of their laboring intakes.

But Megatron recovered all too quickly, bracing his hands on the berth and levering off of him. He sat up slowly, glancing down at the slick spray of transfluid glimmering on his chassis.

“Lord Megatron,” he pleaded desperately, cringing in terror, “Forgive me! I didn’t mean to – it was just so good –!”

Megatron looked at him, and Skywarp’s spark quailed under that incandescent crimson gaze. Scrambling to disentangle himself and get his legs back under him, Skywarp prostrated himself before the warlord the way he’d seen Starscream do a hundred times before, babbling a stream of incoherent apologies.

A heavy hand settled on the back of his helm.

Skywarp flinched. Here it comes, he thought. I’m sorry, TC.

“Clean it,” Megatron growled.

He lifted his helm to stare up at him in surprise. “My lord?”

“Clean it,” Megatron commanded.

The grim evidence of his gaffe was right there in front of his faceplate – the solution seemed obvious. Leaning forward, Skywarp began licking him clean, laving Megatron’s abdominal plating with swift swipes of his glossa. Within a few kliks, every trace of his transfluid had been lapped away, but Skywarp didn’t stop there – he moved on to Megatron’s thighs, and then his interface array, removing every last drop of lubricant and Megatron’s own transfluid, whining submissively.

He looked up at him then, praying to Primus that Megatron was satisfied with his efforts.

Megatron’s optics glowed balefully down at him, a low growl rumbling deep in his chassis. A soft ratcheting sound drew Skywarp’s attention back down again, and for a moment he could only stare in incredulous awe.

Megatron’s spike was extending once more, slowly but inexorably.

He looked back up at him in shock – Megatron had already overloaded three times tonight; surely he couldn’t be ready to go again?

Skywarp’s surprise must have shown on his faceplate, because Megatron chuckled darkly as the Seeker met his lambent crimson gaze. “Turn around,” he commanded.

“Y-yes, my lord,” he stammered, twisting around and offering Megatron his back.

“Present yourself to me,” Megatron said.

Still reeling in disbelief, Skywarp obeyed, rising up on his hands and knees and lifting his aft, offering up his valve. A hand took hold of his hip plate, tugging impatiently, and Skywarp leaned forward obligingly, lowering his shoulder struts and resting his weight on his elbows, hoisting his aft still higher.

Evidently he hadn’t moved quickly enough – his own depleted energy reserves had left him feeling slow and sluggish – because Megatron seized him by the back of the neck with an impatient growl, forcing him further down, shoving Skywarp’s faceplate into the berth.

He cried out as Megatron jacked into him again – it was too much, too soon, the sensor nodes in his valve were still tingling in the aftermath of his last overload, too sensitized for register the renewed input as anything but pain – but Megatron seemed to be having no such difficulty.

He wasn’t going slow this time.

Skywarp whimpered, his cheekplate scraping uncomfortably against the slick metal of the berth as Megatron pounded him viciously from behind, but he was too weary to struggle or protest.

Fortunately Megatron’s own energy levels were insufficient to maintain such a vigorous rhythm; after a few kliks his thrusts slowed to a more tolerable pace. The sensations were still too sharp, too intense and immediate to be entirely pleasurable, but it didn’t just hurt – Skywarp panted and whined, caught up in a welter of sensory feedback, pain-pleasure-pain, his circuits heating, his valve producing a renewed gush of lubricant as his exhausted systems endeavored to respond.

Megatron’s grip on the back of his neck remained firm, but the hand on his hip plate lifted, reaching around and under him, slithering down to brush tantalizingly over his spike housing before sliding up and over his cockpit, smearing the sticky trail of transfluid across the amber glass.

Skywarp moaned, pumping his hips reflexively, pushing back to meet Megatron’s thrusts. The hand on his cockpit tightened its grip, slick fingertips catching on the metal frame, squeezing until it creaked.

Megatron was growling over him, his chestplate pressed tight against Skywarp’s backstrut, hot and thrumming, his hand stroking his cockpit, his spike plunging deep into Skywarp’s valve. Skywarp’s legs were trembling, little sparks of current shooting down his thighs with every stroke, his hips jerking, and suddenly it was too much, he was right there, he was going to –

He overloaded with a strangled sob, twitching violently, collapsing onto the berth in a quivering tangle of limbs.

But Megatron wasn’t finished; he followed Skywarp down, his hips pumping faster, his vents cycling hard, hammering into him with relentless tenacity, stubbornly pursuing his own overload.

Skywarp was stunned. He was too spent to move, but Megatron was still going, pounding into his valve, making his slack frame slide limply back and forth across the berth with every stroke. He was a Seeker, and Megatron had outlasted him, fragging him to the point of total collapse!

Megatron’s rhythm finally began to falter, his intakes hitching, and Skywarp vented a sigh of relief – he may have said he wanted Megatron to frag him until he couldn’t stand, but he hadn’t expected him to actually do it – but just when Skywarp was anticipating his imminent release, Megatron pushed off of him, withdrawing his spike from his valve. Skywarp barely had time to register this unexpected development when he heard Megatron give a shuddering groan, and felt the torrid burst of liquid splattering across his wings and aft.

Megatron had overloaded, but not in his valve. Instead he’d opted to eject his transfluid over Skywarp’s back, a final bit of revenge, perhaps, for his earlier impertinence.

It didn’t really bother him, though; he was already covered in his own fluids, and had what probably amounted to the better portion of Megatron’s transfluid reserve sloshing around in his valve, so what was a little more on the outside? He’d have to pay a visit to the washracks regardless.

Megatron sank down heavily onto the berth beside him, turning over to flop onto his back with a loud clank, venting a gusty sigh. A klik or two passed, but in a departure from the norm, Megatron didn’t immediately rise. He was still online, if the steady hum of his systems was any indication, but the Decepticon leader neither moved nor spoke.

Skywarp took a measure of comfort in that, in the fact that Megatron was clearly just as spent as he was. Skywarp had a reputation for being insatiable, even among his fellow Seekers – if word ever got out that a non-Seeker had fragged him into exhaustion, it’d be downright embarrassing.

Even if it was Megatron who had done it.

Megatron had the right idea, though – Skywarp was starting to get uncomfortable, lying on his faceplate with his limbs askew, transfluid dripping off his wings and a growing pool of rapidly-cooling fluids gathering between his thighs. He tried to turn over, but his systems refused to respond.

“I’m gonna need a few kliks,” he said apologetically. “I think you blew out a relay or something. I can’t feel my legs.”

Megatron laughed, a dry, whispering chuckle. “Understood,” he replied huskily.

“Guess I made my point though,” he said. “You should’ve waited for me.”

He heard the creak of neck cables as Megatron turned his helm to look at him. “Explain,” he said shortly.

“The other day, when I was out getting that whatchamacallit for you – you commed Thundercracker. Should’ve waited for me,” he said.

“Who I choose to share my berth is for me to decide,” Megatron replied, his tone a warning.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, twisting a bit, managing with difficulty to turn his helm enough to meet Megatron’s gaze. “But it would have been better with me. He almost never takes it in the valve.”

“He will if I command it,” Megatron said with finality.

Frag, he thought. It didn’t work. Even after all this, he’s still not gonna let it go. But for Thundercracker’s sake, he gave it one more try. “Why bother?” he asked. “He didn’t even overload for you.”

Megatron’s optics flashed. “He spoke of that?”

Skywarp’s spark quailed; it was an unspoken rule that whatever went on in Megatron’s personal quarters stayed in his quarters. Megatron had absolutely zero tolerance for gossip. The fact that he’d failed to overload Thundercracker – and based on TC’s description of the encounter, Skywarp suspected he’d been actively trying – was sure to be a sore point for Megatron.

Thinking quickly, he replied dismissively, “He didn’t have to. He almost never overloads from his valve.” He glanced at Megatron warily. “He didn’t, right? Or…did he?”

Megatron didn’t reply, but his narrowed optics were answer enough.

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” he said. “Thundercracker’s a pain in the aft to frag. You practically have to tie him up before he’ll even let you, and then when you do, he just lays there and doesn’t get off.”

Megatron grunted noncommittally, evidently unmoved by his words.

But a new plan was forming in his processor. His efforts to divert Megatron’s attention may have failed, but there was still hope – if Megatron really was dead set on having Thundercracker again, on making him overload, there might be a way to make it happen, one that wouldn’t end with TC getting slagged.

“I’ve done it,” he said smugly, his pride only partially feigned, “gotten him off, I mean. It takes him forever; you almost have to trick him into it, but when he does – Primus! It’s really somethin.’”

“Indeed,” Megatron replied, obviously intrigued in spite of himself.

I knew it, he thought. That’s what he wants.

“That’s just ‘cause he knows me, though,” he said airily. “He’d probably go off for Starscream too, if Screamer actually cared enough to bother – but I don’t think he would for anyone else. He’s just too slagging uptight about his valve.”

“He will overload if I wish him to,” Megatron growled.

Giving Megatron a look that was politely dubious, he replied, “I dunno…you’re pretty intimidating. I don’t think he could do it even if you wanted him to. Pit, even if he wanted to.”

Megatron’s optics narrowed to slits, glaring at him, a low growl rumbling in his chassis. If he hadn’t known Megatron was probably too exhausted to beat the slag out of him, Skywarp would have cringed at the look on his faceplate. Careful, Skywarp, he thought. Don’t frag this up.

“Oh!” he said, as if the thought had just occurred to him. “I bet I know a way you could do it.”

The rumbling halted. “Do you, now?” Megatron commented wryly.

“Yeah,” he said with a conspiratorial leer. “Get both of us in here. I get him warmed up for you, and then you jump in and –” he shifted his hip plate forward demonstratively.

“You test my patience, Skywarp,” Megatron growled warningly.

“I’m serious!” he said indignantly. “It’d work, I know it would! I know what gets him going, and you – frag, you could handle both of us, easy! You even wore me out!”

Megatron’s optics flashed.

Sensing an opportunity, Skywarp rushed to make his pitch. “Not many mechs could handle two Seekers in their berth, but you? No problem!” he said confidently. “And it’d be worth it, too,” he persisted. “You should see him when he goes off – he completely loses it! It’s like he saves it all up, and then BOOM! – total meltdown. It’s fragging hot.”

It wasn’t hard to sound sincere; every word he’d said was true as far as Skywarp was concerned. His circuits were starting to heat up again just talking about it. His cooling fans tried to activate, giving a brief, abortive stutter before giving up with a rattling clank of defeat. He was certain Megatron wouldn’t be disappointed in TC’s overload – he just needed to make sure he was there to ensure Thundercracker had one.

Megatron eyed him suspiciously, weighing him with his optics, gauging his sincerity. After several long astroseconds, he grunted dismissively and sat up, pushing himself upright with obvious effort, and then levering himself slowly to his feet.

Skywarp looked on in amazement. Megatron was obviously functioning on low energy reserves, but he was functioning, actually sitting up and moving around. Skywarp stared at his retreating backstrut in disbelief – he didn’t think he could even stand yet.

“You are dismissed, Skywarp.” Megatron said over his shoulder-strut, not bothering to turn his helm.

Slag, he thought. He’d pushed too far, overstayed his welcome, and he still wasn’t sure his legs were operational. But Megatron had dismissed him, and Skywarp figured if he was recovered enough to get up and walk around, he might be recovered enough to dole out a beating.

Gathering up the remainder of his dwindling energy reserves, Skywarp activated his warp gate generator, setting the coordinates to ‘port him directly back to his quarters.

Things might not have gone exactly as planned, but the seed had been planted, and Megatron seemed intrigued.

Now all he had to do was to convince TC.

*Part Two is here*

A/N: Once again I find myself bemoaning my lack of icon-making skillz. Anyone out there more talented than me feel inclined to make me a "Skywarp: Sexy, but dumb" icon?

Comments

[kuronyo.livejournal.com]

This is too good.

Oh hai. You dun know me, but I know you (or at least your fics) cos I've been silently reading for a few weeks now. /creepy

I guess it's about time I delurked, huh?

Anyways, this TC/Skywarp series is definitely my favorite of all your fics (though the others are really enjoyable too).

Skywarp is so IC here. His attitudes and dialogue are spot on, and his relationship with TC is totally believable.

I hope to see more in this verse!

[mdperera.livejournal.com]

Oh, that'll go down well with Thundercracker. "Let's put on a floor show for Megatron so that you'll be in the mood when he finishes what I start!"

And yet he's doing it out of caring and protectiveness. Poor Skywarp... his heart's in the right place but his brain's on the shelf. Though maybe not completely - he divulged the cunning plan at a time when Megatron was too tired to get medieval on his aft. And on that note, the sex was scorching. Especially since Megatron was involved - I was never sure just what he would do. If you do write a threesome, I'll make sure I have a very cold drink handy before reading.

[astersyn.livejournal.com]

You really put me through the emotional wringer here! I freaked out every time it looked like Skywarp completely screwed up, but now I have faith in our favorite purple tramp. Surprisingly slick, with all the flattery and suggestions. Must now draw Skywarp being the little minx he is XD

Very hot sexings, but I think you were able to keep focus on the point of the whole episode, that he's doing it for TC's sake. So it didn't come across as almost PwP to me.

[caia-comica.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I like! Skywarp is really quite good at the plotting that involves sex, isn't he? Although why do I think this is all going to blow up in their faces?

Also, the sex is ridiculously hot. :D

[antepathy.livejournal.com]

Oh just AWESOME! Skywarp you hot little seeker, you.

I love the interactions, both among the Seekers and with Megatron.

Delicously hot, too.

Can't wait for the next!

[kookaburra1701.livejournal.com]

Heh heh heh, oh, 'Warpy, will you ever learn?

You know I love this, but I just wanted to cruise by again and tell you how much. (It's a lot.) :)

[anon-decepticon.livejournal.com]

I had a pretty good idea you would, for reasons which I will not disclose here. ;)

[corneliat.livejournal.com]

I love the "I bet TC would like this" to partner with TC's "I bet 'Warp would enjoy this" I lol'd a bit.


LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing :3 I love Warp/TC so this is just...mmmmm

[mightygalvatron.livejournal.com]

.....................HOLY PRIMUS.

this. uh, um WOW. coherency is not my strong suit at the moment.

[crimsonseastorm.livejournal.com]

So yummy!!

I can't see TC being too thrilled with this idea but I imagine it's better than the alternative getting slagged thing.

Though I have to wonder...would Megatron be able to tell they're bonded if they're together?? Though I guess a better question would be whether it would change anything or not... Hmmm, something for my brain to muse about I suppose...

I just love your Seeker Series!! TC and Warp are some of my favs XDD

[(Anonymous)]

Would like to slap Skywarp for this one. Truly and honestly would. Thundercracker is uncomfortable with what Skywarp is trying to encourage, and I wrestle with that and the idea that poor 'Cracker doesn't have a choice in the matter in the long run. I can't see this ending well at all. @@;;;

~ Zaran

[peacewish.livejournal.com]

Uh, yeah, the whole time I was reading this, shaking my head at Skywarp's convinced brilliantness of his plan and wondering "Uh, what exactly is TC going to think of this so-called plan?" And that was before Warp had the genius notion of bringing TC for a kinky threesome. Ain't no way Cracker's gonna go for that, so good luck to you, Warp. Way to dig yourself a nice hole - better hope Megatron doesn't bury you in it.

[blind-foxx.livejournal.com]

Skywarp may not be the brightest flier in the bunch but he can be quick on his pedes when he has too
Great start! *runs to read part 2*