Ours, Mine, Yours (1/3)

[anon_decepticon]

Title: Ours, Mine, Yours
Author: anon_decepticon
Rating: M
Pairing or Character(s): Thundercracker/Skywarp/Starscream
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers.
Warning(s): Sticky, oral, threesome, Seekerfluff. Do I have to warn for IC Starscream?
Overall Summary: Thundercracker and Skywarp try to find a way to be exclusive in a world where exclusivity is not only taboo, but also highly unfeasible. Summary for Part 1: Bonding is essential to maintain a trine.
Author's Note: Part one of three, Thundercracker's PoV. This is a continuation of the G1 fic continuity that follows my third, fourth and tenth fics for the kink meme, Skywarp Goes Solo, Thunderstruck and Grounded. Although this part would probably work as a standalone, the rest won't, so you should really read those first. No prompt for this one, although more than one person has asked for it. Hope you enjoy, folks. This was a particularly vicious plotbunny that attacked me halfway through the next chapter of "After Atlantis" (which is why it's not done yet, I'm afraid.) Part 2 is mostly written and will be up in a day or so. Part 3 will take a little longer.



Part 1: Ours

Thundercracker and Skywarp stood at attention on the landing of the docking tower of the Decepticon base, their attention focused on their trine leader, who was standing in front of them, his arms crossed over his cockpit as he regarded them appraisingly.

It was difficult to discern Starscream’s current mood. They’d been good today – but not perfect.

They’d put up a decent fight when the Autobots showed up to interrupt their raid on the nuclear power plant Megatron had targeted, but in the end they’d been forced to retreat with only half of the energon cubes they’d collected. It hadn’t been a humiliating loss…but it had been a loss.

None of them had sustained any damage during the battle; their evasive maneuvers had been executed with flawless precision. Thundercracker had shot down one Aerialbot, and Skywarp had winged another badly enough to force him to withdraw, leaving the Autobots’ newest gestalt unable to merge. All of those things should have been a source of pride for the Decepticon Seekers, and yet…

They’d flown well individually, of that there could be no question. But they’d faltered twice in formation, committing subtle errors that were not in any way notable to an outside observer, but glaringly obvious within the context of the trine. Even if they'd won the day, that knowledge would have tainted their victory, leaving them with a persistent, nagging sense of discontentment.

Thundercracker glanced over at Skywarp, standing a few meters to his left. His trinemate was feeling it too. He could tell from the way Skywarp was fidgeting restlessly, his ailerons flicking in agitation. Skywarp’s posture alone announced his mood, told Thundercracker at a glance that ‘Warp would jump him the moment they returned to their quarters, demanding to be fragged into exhaustion.

Thundercracker had no objection to that idea. A good overload (or two) would help to take the edge off, to relieve the sting of failure clinging to them like cosmic rust.

He shifted his weight slightly, forcing appealing but inconvenient thoughts of what he’d like to do to Skywarp right now to the back of his processor, and returned his attention to Starscream. Starscream had remained uncharacteristically quiet during his customary post-battle assessment of his trine, studying them both with an intensity that bordered on unnerving. His focused scrutiny only served to exacerbate the unrelenting tension sparking in their circuits.

Predictably, Skywarp broke first. “C’mon, Starscream,” he said impatiently. “Are we dismissed, or what?”

“No,” Starscream said, his tone oddly without rancor, almost contemplative. Ignoring Skywarp’s rather profane retort, he added, “You will both report to my quarters immediately.”

For a stunned astrosecond they simply stared at him in surprise. Starscream smirked at their reactions, regarding them with an arch expression.

Thundercracker and Skywarp exchanged glances, sharing a look that spoke volumes.

Of course, that look said. How had they not seen it before? It had been so long. Was it any wonder their performance had suffered?

Starscream turned and started toward the elevator that would ferry them back inside the base. Thundercracker and Skywarp followed, falling instinctively into formation behind him.

They felt better already.

**

The atmosphere in Starscream’s quarters was tense, almost awkward – subtly so, but it was there.

That alone served to illustrate just how bad things had gotten, how much this was needed. Thundercracker and Skywarp both hesitated on the threshold as Starscream proceeded inside, realizing with a jolt that this was the first time they’d even seen the interior of their trineleader’s quarters since they’d crash-landed on Earth.

It had been that long.

For the next few breems, words were superfluous. They all knew beyond a doubt that this was absolutely necessary. Everything else, all the petty differences and old arguments, was put aside.

Starscream gestured absently in the direction of the berths – his quarters were identical to the adjacent room Thundercracker and Skywarp shared, but his rank as Megatron’s second in command meant Starscream shared with no one – and they each took a seat, automatically selecting the berth that corresponded to their own in their room next door, not coincidentally also their designated positions within the trine’s standard flight formation.

As they took their places, Starscream strode over the refueling station – another privilege accorded his rank – and proceeded to dispense three cubes, which he distributed wordlessly between them.

Thundercracker accepted the proffered cube with a nod, watching silently as Starscream retrieved his own cube and returned to stand between them.

Starscream lifted the cube to his lip components. Thundercracker and Skywarp did the same.

Starscream drank. They drank.

The energon was of good quality. Not high grade – intoxication to any degree would be unnecessary and unwelcome in this context – but refined enough to fully charge their systems, leaving them feeling refreshed and reinvigorated in the wake of the recent battle. They consumed their rations at an unhurried pace, allowing their individual energy signatures to settle into their accustomed configurations. Thundercracker and Skywarp’s signatures aligned almost instantly. Starscream’s took...significantly longer.

They waited for him, sipping slowly.

Gradually their combined signatures resolved themselves into an overlapping, cohesive whole, blending together in a manner that was both comforting and familiar. The prolonged silence was broken by the faint hiss of depressurizing hydraulics as each of them relaxed, the last lingering echoes of tension melting away.

Starscream tilted his helm back, tipping his cube high to drain it. He managed to make even that simple gesture into a veritable performance, adopting a posture that managed to look unselfconscious and nonchalant while still displaying his most attractive features to their greatest possible advantage. He held the pose until the last drops of energon trickled down his intake, allowing his trinemates ample time for a long, appreciative look, and then dispersed the container with a calculatedly casual flick of his wrist.

Thundercracker exchanged another glance with Skywarp. What any other mech might have interpreted as mere narcissism communicated far more to them – Starscream was nervous, embarrassed at being the weak link in their trine bond, at having allowed them to drift so far apart that it had impacted their performance. He’d never admit it out loud, but they didn’t need to hear him say it – they knew him, just as Starscream knew they would accept his unspoken apology, because he knew them.

That was what this was all about. As one, they turned their helms to meet his gaze.

Starscream smirked at him. “Good shot today,” he said.

Thundercracker grinned.

His grin widened as Starscream approached him, lowering himself to kneel at Thundercracker’s feet. Hands the color of the sky they adored came to rest on his slightly parted thighs, urging them apart.

His optics lit in anticipation as he met Starscream’s lambent crimson gaze, and he triggered the latches on his panel, willing it to retract. Starscream leaned forward immediately, bending his helm to trace Thundercracker’s spike housing with his glossa.

He briefly met Skywarp’s optics over Starscream’s bowed helm as Starscream teased his interface array with his glossa, coaxing his spike to extend. He looked down again as it emerged, watching as Starscream took it into his mouth with a hum of approval.

Rumbling with pleasure and contentment, Thundercracker watched his spike disappear into that warm, willing mouth, his internal cooling fans switching on as his core temperature began to climb. Starscream was good at this, phenomenally good, employing his lip components and glossa with a skill that implied extensive experience. At some point during the course of their estrangement, Starscream had obviously perfected his technique.

For several kliks Thundercracker simply watched him, hypnotized by the sight of that bobbing helm, enthralled by the pleasurable sensations coursing through his intimate circuitry, until Starscream suddenly took his full length into his mouth at once, swallowing his spike to the hilt. Thundercracker groaned, his helm falling back and his optics dimming, his hands gripping the edge of the berth. An astrosecond later, Starscream swallowed, causing his fuel intake tube to flex around Thundercracker’s spike, and Thundercracker very nearly overloaded right then and there, overwhelmed by the intense and unexpected rush of unfamiliar yet all-too-familiar sensation. It took every ounce of his will to hold it back, but he managed it – he didn’t want this experience to end quite so soon.

Starscream drew back, granting him a much-needed respite, and resumed his previous efforts, his hands squeezing and stroking Thundercracker’s parted thighs as he emitted another hum of approval, this time colored with an undertone of smug self-satisfaction and the faintest hint of amusement.

As absorbed as Thundercracker was with the pleasure Starscream was providing him, he only dimly registered the fact that Skywarp had moved, that he’d risen from the berth and dropped to his knees behind Starscream, eagerly caressing his wings and backstruts. It wasn’t until Starscream moaned around his spike and adjusted his position without pausing in his rhythmic attentions, lifting his hip plate in open invitation, that Thundercracker realized Skywarp had joined them.

Thundercracker onlined his optics to find Skywarp grinning up at him lasciviously as he groped Starscream’s aft, vigorously rubbing his panel in an effort to persuade Starscream to open up. It didn’t take much; the soft click of Starscream’s panel retracting reached their waiting audials within astroseconds.

Skywarp chirred with excitement and approval, leaning back to indulge in a nice long look. “Wow, Screamer,” he said gleefully, “sucking spike must really spin your turbines; you’re dripping like that defective bulkhead in cargo bay seven!”

Thundercracker’s optics widened even as Starscream’s narrowed, his growl of irritation vibrating up the length of Thundercracker’s spike. Thundercracker quickly grabbed the back of Starscream’s helm before he could raise it to deliver a scathing retort, holding him in place, and cast a forbidding glare at Skywarp across Starscream’s shoulder-vents in wordless warning: Don’t ruin this.

At his look, Skywarp seemed to recall why they were here, his expression shifting rapidly from cheeky amusement to mortified chagrin. “Sorry,” he muttered sheepishly, and from his movements and the way Starscream suddenly tensed, Thundercracker knew Skywarp had slipped a couple of fingers into Starscream’s valve by way of atonement.

He glanced back at Starscream, uncertain how Skywarp’s “apology” would be received. His inquiring look was greeted by a withering glare. Thundercracker rumbled placatingly, easing his grip on the back of Starscream’s helm to allow him to move freely once more, turning the touch into a caress. At the same time he reached for Starscream’s nearer wing with his other hand, stroking along the seams, gently teasing and flicking the sensitive aileron with his fingertips. Starscream hummed again in grudging acceptance, evidently mollified, and resumed his attentions to his spike.

Still trying to make up for his gaffe, Skywarp bent over their trine leader to fondle the wing opposite the one Thundercracker was caressing, fingering Starscream’s valve and cooing soft words of flattery and admiration into his audial. To Thundercracker’s relief, the tension eased from Starscream’s servos and he began to rock back against Skywarp’s hand, silently urging him to continue.

Thundercracker relaxed in turn, offlining his optics and surrendering himself once more to the sensation of Starscream’s mouth moving over his spike, to the slow rise of pleasure it induced. Starscream was in no hurry, and neither was he. Thundercracker stroked his helm again, almost fondly. As far as he was concerned, this was a far better use for Starscream’s mouth than its normal mode of operation.

He wasn’t sure exactly what Skywarp did to make Starscream falter in his rhythm, to make him shudder and moan around his spike, but when he onlined his optics again he found Skywarp looking inordinately pleased with himself.

“You like that, Screamer?” Skywarp asked, his vocalizer crackling with lust in a way Thundercracker recognized all too well. Skywarp was seriously wound up. His own circuits heated in response to that familiar tone, recalling all the times Skywarp had spoken to him like that.

Distracted by own his response to Skywarp’s suggestive query, Thundercracker failed to react quickly enough to prevent Starscream from lifting his helm and releasing his spike. “Don’t call me that,” Starscream said peevishly, casting an irritable look at Skywarp over his shoulder-vent.

“Aw, you don’t like it when I do this?” Skywarp responded cheekily, doing something else Thundercracker couldn’t see that made Starscream jerk and cry out, bowing his helm and shuddering, his wings quivering so enticingly that Thundercracker was compelled to reach out and stroke them again, rumbling with desire. “Shut up,” Starscream panted without raising his helm, his own vocalizer giving way to static. “Shut up and frag me, you little glitch.”

That was one command Skywarp was only too happy to obey.

Starscream moaned again as Skywarp entered him, thrusting back to urge his spike deeper into his valve, grinding against his interface. “Harder,” he commanded, his vocalizer quavering with need. “Unh! Harder, you worthless fragger!”

Thundercracker rumbled begrudgingly at the two of them, thoroughly aroused by the sight but mildly annoyed at having lost Starscream’s oh-so-pleasant attentions. His spike was still extended, and he wasn’t about to finish himself off while they had their fun without him. Pushing up off the berth, he circled around them and leaned into Skywarp, pressing his heated spike tight against Skywarp’s aft, his hands dropping low to grip his trinemate’s hip plate.

Skywarp purred in approval even as Starscream continued to shove urgently back into him, bending forward over his trineleader’s trembling wings to trace the seams with his glossa as he continued to thrust, granting Thundercracker access to his valve.

Without hesitation, Thundercracker drove into him, plunging his spike deep into Skywarp’s slick and ready valve, eliciting a gasp as Skywarp’s intakes hitched at the sudden and intimate invasion. “Oh, frag,” Skywarp said, his vocalizer strained by the onslaught of redoubled sensations, “Frag, yeah.”

Thundercracker rumbled again, this time with unmitigated lust, and quickly adopted a swift, dominating rhythm, pounding his spike into Skywarp’s valve as fast and hard as he was able. He was primed, but Skywarp was closer, and if he wasn’t quick enough Skywarp might finish without him.

“That’s more like it,” Starscream groaned in response to the combined weight of Thundercracker’s thrusts added to Skywarp’s own, forcing Skywarp’s spike deeper into his valve with every stroke. Starscream had a preference for rough interfacing, a preference Thundercracker had occasionally accommodated but never truly understood. It was almost as if Starscream...liked pain.

He wondered if that was why Starscream so often went out of his way to slag off Megatron. Thundercracker was fairly certain that at least half the time Megatron ended up fragging Starscream into submission rather than beating him – could it be that that was Starscream’s primary goal, his true reason for constantly goading their leader with his petty attempts at rebellion?

No, he thought, shaking his helm, bringing his processor back to the here-and-now and pumping his spike into Skywarp’s valve with renewed vigor. Starscream wanted to lead, of that much Thundercracker was certain. Starscream may have liked being ‘faced – and ‘faced often – as much as any Seeker, but he wasn’t about to let his interface array dictate to his processor. That wasn’t how Seeker programming functioned.

The insatiability of Seekers was well known, practically a running joke amongst Decepticons and Cybertronians in general, but few non-Seekers realized that it served a larger purpose. With the exception of gestalts – who had their own way of intimately connecting via the gestalt merge – only Seekers were designed to function as a unit, to think and act as one. Interfacing provided that connection, ensured a healthy trine bond, allowing them to build on each other’s strengths and cover for each other’s weaknesses in battle. The fact that they’d gone so long without doing this had hurt them, weakened their bond. Only this would repair it.

The sensation of Skywarp’s valve beginning to flex around his spike pulled Thundercracker from his reverie, drawing a deep, rumbling groan from his vocalizer, startling him with the realization of just how close he was. He wasn’t alone – Skywarp was chanting, “Primus, oh, Primus,” in an urgent undertone, quaking on the verge of overload, alternately thrusting his spike into Starscream’s valve and shoving back against Thundercracker’s with wanton abandon, over and over again, pursuing that inevitable moment of release with single-minded determination. Beneath them, Thundercracker could feel Starscream trembling as he rocked back and forth, his ecstatic cries growing in pitch and volume even as Thundercracker’s own rumbles of pleasure dipped lower, crossing into subsonic range and vibrating their frames at every point of contact.

Ever impatient and subject to the dual stimulation of both his spike and valve, Skywarp overloaded first, his valve clamping down hard on Thundercracker’s spike as his hips pumped frantically, driving his spike into Starscream in ardent desperation, sobbing in incoherent ecstasy as he shuddered and emptied himself into his trineleader’s valve.

The sensation of Skywarp’s valve spasming around his spike was too intense to ignore; Thundercracker was pulled over the edge right along with him, managing only a handful of deep, forceful thrusts into that tight, clenching heat before he succumbed to his own overload with a roar.

Those final thrusts were all it took to send Starscream shrieking into overload after them, practically shattering their audials as he gave voice to his release. Starscream’s name, Thundercracker mused, was frighteningly apt; he was quite certain the stars themselves had heard that, not to mention every ‘Con on the Nemesis.

They collapsed to the floor in a quivering heap of overheated plating and sparking circuitry, sated and too weak to rise. Their energy signatures hummed in unison as they basked in the afterglow, perfectly aligned.

**

They remained that way for only a few kliks before Starscream objected to being half-crushed under their combined weight and ordered them to get the frag off him. Thundercracker complied shakily, pulling the dazed and unresponsive Skywarp along with him. He slumped back against the berth behind him, not trusting his trembling limbs to support them both if he tried to stand. Skywarp ended up half-sprawled across his lap, his optics dim, too depleted by his dual overload to even sit up, but Thundercracker didn’t mind. He kept his arms around ‘Warp’s waist components in a loose embrace, rumbling contentedly at the pleasant warmth that emanated from their overheated frames.

Opposite them Starscream reached for the berth in front of him, using it to pull himself to his feet and then dropping onto it with a soft clank, his cooling fans still cycling hard.

It didn’t seem quite right, him being so far away from them. “You should come over here, Starscream,” he suggested, a little discomfited by the fact that he actually wanted him closer.

“There is such a thing as too much bonding, you know,” Starscream replied disdainfully from his berth. There was a brief pause, filled only with the occasional soft ping of cooling metal and the sound of their internal fans cycling down. “Maybe when my legs start working again,” he added hesitantly, sounding almost…apologetic.

“This was good,” he said, watching him. “We needed it.” There was no accusation in his tone, no reproach – just a simple statement of fact.

Starscream hummed in reluctant agreement as Skywarp began to stir.

“Primus, that was intense,” Skywarp said emphatically, leaning back against him and huffing through his intakes. “It’s been so long, I’d forgotten what it was like.”

He gave Skywarp’s waist components a mild pinch, warning him to mute his vocalizer before he said something stupid. Skywarp twisted in his arms, giving him an injured look. Meeting his gaze, Thundercracker canted his helm in Starscream’s direction, and saw comprehension dawn in Skywarp’s optics. “We should do it again sometime,” he said aloud, as if the nonverbal exchange had never taken place.

“Yeah,” Skywarp said. “We definitely need to do that again. A lot.”

Thundercracker rumbled in amusement at the eagerness in his tone. “Those Aerialbots won’t know what hit ‘em,” he said.

“Yeah,” Skywarp said, chuckling darkly in anticipation. “They are so fragged.”

Starscream offered no response to the enthusiastic trashing of their rivals. Thundercracker and Skywarp exchanged another glance.

Pulling free of his arms before Thundercracker could stop him, Skywarp heaved to his feet and staggered the few steps to the other berth, flopping down on top of Starscream like an overzealous turbo-puppy.

Starscream squawked in indignation, but Skywarp ignored him in favor of groping his wings and grinding their cockpits together. “C’mon, Screamer,” he said. “Don’t you wanna do that again? Don’t you wanna slag those stupid Aerialbots?”

“All right,” Starscream relented, squirming to avoid Skywarp’s insistent pawing. “All right, all right, you annoying fragger! I’ll set up a schedule! Now get off me!”

“There, now was that so hard?” Skywarp asked cheekily, ceasing his advances and pushing up off the berth, showing no trace of his earlier weakness.

Starscream glared at him, but Thundercracker caught his optics from below Skywarp’s wingtip, giving him a wry look of longsuffering resignation.

Starscream smirked. “You’re dismissed,” he said with just a hint of amusement, holding Thundercracker’s gaze. “Get out of my quarters.”

Thundercracker rumbled in approval. Every once in a while, Skywarp actually did something right.

**

Being right next door, it took less than a klik for them to return to their quarters. Thundercracker entered first, Skywarp right behind him, and they each moved to take a seat on their berths, feeling relaxed and content.

“Screamer’s not so bad, huh?” Skywarp said. “Still kind of an aft, but not bad.”

Thundercracker rumbled in amusement. “I like him better with his mouth full.”

Skywarp snickered, “Yeah, he talks too much,” and then laughed. “Hey! In space, no one can hear Starscream!”

Thundercracker frowned as Skywarp chortled gleefully at his own joke. What the slag was Skywarp talking about? No one could hear anything in space – it was a vacuum. He shook his helm indulgently, dismissing it as yet another one of the many random things Skywarp came up with. “I like space,” he said dryly.

Skywarp laughed even harder at that, but then he sobered, meeting Thundercracker’s gaze. “I don’t,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “If we were in space, I couldn’t hear you.”

He lowered his helm, breaking optic contact, feeling vaguely discomfited by Skywarp’s frank statement even as his spark pulsed with something like joy in response to the words. “That’s why we have comms, dimspark,” he muttered abashedly.

“Not the same,” Skywarp insisted, his voice low and intimate. “Not by half, TC.”

His tone made Thundercracker raise his helm to meet his gaze. Thundercracker knew him far too well not to recognize the look Skywarp was giving him, to mistake the dim glow lurking in his optics. He shook his helm in amazement. “You can’t be ready to go again,” he said in disbelief, impressed by his trinemate’s insatiability…and his own, he realized. His circuits were starting to heat up again just from the look Skywarp was giving him.

Skywarp practically leapt off the berth, coming over and dropping into his lap, straddling his thighs. “Yup.”

“You’re flying that solo mission tomorrow,” he reminded him. “To steal that component Megatron wants.”

“So?” Skywarp said, resting his helm against Thundercracker’s and fondling his intakes, his internal fans switching on. “C’mon, TC,” he wheedled, grinding their panels together. “You know you want to.”

He wasn’t wrong. “Yeah, okay,” he said.

*Part 2 is up here*

Comments

[caia-comica.livejournal.com]

I like this! It is awesome when trine-fic acknowledges that Starscream is, uh, STARSCREAM. Yes, even to Thundercracker and Skywarp!

And this is very sexy, too.

[mdperera.livejournal.com]

"In space, no one can hear Starscream"... Wayward shoutout? :)

I always like fics that have Starscream actually getting along with someone while still being Starscream. Enjoying this, and looking forward to the angst!

[anon-decepticon.livejournal.com]

A kookaburra1701 shoutout, actually, since she's the one who originally told me that joke. (TC's response to it was my reply.) I wasn't aware anyone else had used it, although it's not terribly surprising to learn someone has. Nothing new under the sun, I guess.

I hatehateHATE woobie!Starscream; he's not welcome in my fics. Starscream is a self-centered jerk, and I like him that way. As I hope I demonstrated here, he can be himself and still gain the reader's sympathy in an emotionally vulnerable moment. Even jerks have feelings and get lonely sometimes.

Angst is coming. Hoo-boy, is it ever.

[mdperera.livejournal.com]

It's actually the name of Wayward's website : here's a link.

And total agreement on woobie!Starscream.

[ladydragon76.livejournal.com]

=D Love it! love the way you write the seekers! Command Trine = My OTThree!

And that was really HOTT too! Definitely looking forward to more!

[candlewitch2486.livejournal.com]

Yay! Command trine OT3 with an in-character Starscream! And I obviously haven't been a transfan long enough because my first thought about the "In space" line was that it was an Alien reference. I'm looking forward to seeing how TC and Warp deal with wanting to be monogomous and needing to have three-ways to maintain trine efficiency.

[candlewitch2486.livejournal.com]

Ugh, coding fail. And I meant monogamous.

[anon-decepticon.livejournal.com]

It was an Alien reference, which was why 'Warp said it (and why TC didn't get it.) But apparently it's an old TF fandom joke as well, so it ended up being even more of a joke than I intended (I'm fairly new to the fandom myself.)

Glad you enjoyed the fic! There will be more in a day or so.

[blind-foxx.livejournal.com]

So sexy~
Very good characterization-I can so see this happening :D

[endless-avarice.livejournal.com]

Aghabgksghdg. This was amazing. Yessss... Starscream is just such an adorable little jerk. I love when TC and Warp have to put up with him. X3;; <3