In the Tyrest Accord, no one can hear you scream

Working on Delphi had its ups and downs; its pros and cons of you will. ‘Yes…’ Pharma mindlessly thought, ‘it does have its pros and cons.’. Blue optics trailed up a tight (c/l) waist and smirked to himself as he eyes the cute aft swaying from side to side in front of him. “Pharma.” The mention of his name made Pharma flick his wings in surprise, smirk forming into a smile quickly. (C/l) optics looked back into his as the mech/femme scratched the back of their helm. “Could you get me a light or something? It's dark as frag in there…” (Y/n) said, sadly leaning up from where they were looking into the generator. Pharma missed the view for a split second, before nodding. “It still surprises me that a mech/femme on their deathbed recovered so quickly.” Pharma mumbled to himself, as he handed them a flashlight. They only sent him a smirk in return. “I’m pretty tough when it comes down to it. It helps that I had such a beautiful doctor taking care of me.” They purred, optics crinkling at the edges before they turned back around and went back to work. A growl almost tore its way past Pharmas’ derma, even as the mech/femme started to hum a bit under their breath. It had been Ambulon who had risked his plating by dragging the mech/femme into the hospital. They had been bleeding out for Primus knew how long in the snow, but the ex-decepticon had refused to leave them out there, nevermind what Pharma said. It had turned out that (Y/n) was a neutral, and that they had been looking for a place to dock for a short time before their ship had been shot down by who knows what. The flyer was fully aware whom it had been, as well as the other two medics; and the color had drained from the mech/femmes’ face-plates when Ambulon had told them. Pharma had hated them from the start, holding a mostly dead neutral within their walls, when the Djd could be out there looking for them? It was taboo from the start, especially with the increase in the….parts needed to keep he and the others safe. But Pharma knew the time he had changed his tune when he found (Y/n) working in the med-bay, fixing up broken medical equipment to perfect use again. There and then the CMO of Delphi had decided the neutral wasn't totally useless. After that, Pharma couldn't help but notice how...pretty the mech/femme looked. They had looked like absolute scrap when Ambulon, quickly followed by First Aid, had dragged them in. Now that their frame was fixed up as best as possible given the conditions, (Y/n) was definitely a looker. Pharma supposed it was good that they had survived, as he returned his optics to their pert aft. It hadn't began to sway yet, which was a shame, but with time the doctor was sure it would resume soon. As the CMO bit his bottom lip, (Y/n) leaned up for the second time with a happy huff.

This wasn't the first time you’ve kneeled at the foot of this throne, helm bowed as you felt golden optics watch you carefully. But….you knew this was going to be the last time you’ll ever do this. Wings tense behind you, you shudder as your optics glance at the once alive Minimus Ambushs’ helmless corpse. You knew better than to flinch, flinching would be admitting defeat; and you owed your....friends better than that. The look of betrayal in Rodimus’ optics would haunt you for eternity. Turning away from your thoughts, you felt a servo tilt your chin up to meet your ‘lords' optics. “You’ve done well, (Y/n). Turning in those traitors...it couldn’t have been done without your loyalty. I’m proud of you, my tool.” Tyrest praised, stroking his thumb over your cheek before his servo left. You instantly dropped your helm back to his pedes, because you knew better to assume that your ‘lord’ was done with you. Shoving down the guilt that you felt over your friends in the cell below, you tightly tucked your EM field close to your plating. “My lord.” You say, spark spinning a little faster, “It was not all me, Ult-Minimus Ambus was the one to report to you.” Tyrest let out a short laugh at your words, and placed a servo on your shoulder-plate. “He was, but he simply became too unruly without my guidance. Without Primus’ guidance, and allowed that...false Prime to lead him astray.” Tyrest spat out the last words like they were poison, his grip becoming a touch tighter before he pulled you to your pedes. “But not you, my loyal tool. You saw through his lies and deceit, and brought he and that crew of his to face true justice!” The green and gold mech almost giddily spoke, optics gleaming as he tilted your helm up once more. You met his optics with false happiness, hoping he could not feel your field as you give a smile. “My lord, so much truth is held in those words.” You say, hoping that your optics didn't give you away.

Tyrests derma twitched slightly, golden optics narrowing into slits as he let out a small purr. “You’ve been so loyal to me, my pet. The perfect tool for Primus’ way of life.” He says a bit breathlessly, pedes silent as he slowly walks behind you. Your wings tense a bit as he places a servo between them. “And I believe you deserve a reward for your trustworthiness, don't you?” Tyrest murmured into your aduial, as he lead you away from the throne and out the door swiftly. You open your derma to speak, but quickly close them and give a nod in response. If you strained your audials a bit, you could hear Rodimus shouting insults, making you flinch. Tyrest hushed you, as he stroked one of your wings firmly. “Don't worry, my tool.” He said, just as the two of you stopped and entered an unfamiliar room. At least, unfamiliar to you. The first thing that greeted you was a large, plush looking berth. It was incredibly off putting to you, even as your lord lead you to the edge of it and almost carefully turned you around pressed you down onto it by your shoulders. You willed yourself to relax yourself, even as Tyrest stroked a few digits down the surface of your wing. “My pet, tell me what you desire.” Tyrest said, and you knew better that to not give him a response. Scrambling your processor for words, you give a small gasp as you felt digits dig into your valve panel. “Come now, no one will find fault in your words.” Tyrest murmured, as he pressed a little firmer on your panel. Despite feeling as though you were going to purge, you felt transfluid began to gather behind the panel. “P-Please.” You heatedly whispered out, “Please may I open my panel, my lord?” Tyrest gives a pleased noise, as he lightly pressed a kiss to your forehead. With a small click, you felt digits press into the wet mesh of your valve. You let a weak mewl out as Tyrest purrs. He lightly pressed you down onto your backplates, derma curved into a smile as his optics gleamed. “Let me reward you for your service to Primus, my pet.” Tyrest says as you felt the pace of his digits pick up, and slowly, despite a feeling of foreboding overcome you, allowed yourself to fall into bliss.

God, you wished you had listened to Ultra Magnus and stayed in your hab-suite. Then you, a small human whom happened to be the liaison of the Lost Light, wouldn't be between two massive red thighs and a just as massive psychotic mech that looked like a gotdamn radar dish drooling at you. While the rational side of your brain was verbally berating your for disobeying, the other half was pushing blood southward. Trembling under the mechs’ empty sockets; you shaking place your hands on either side of the mechs’ modesty panel. It seemed to make the mech, Sunder if you remember correctly, let out a rumbly purr and peered wickedly at you. He licks his derma wetly, drool sliding down his chin messily. “Well?” Sunder purred, voice making you jolt a bit. “You're not going to eat me, are you?” You manage to get out even as you feel your throat trying to close up. “Heh, I was hoping you'd be doing the eating before it came to that, little one.” Sunder mused, clawed digits tapping on the floor below. A sharp click suddenly filled the room, making you give another jolt.

At first; you're not sure what you're looking at. Well, you're pretty sure its a valve after a few seconds of staring at it. It's mostly a rusty red, with black and white biologist pulsing wildly and small barbs the soft looking mesh. A darker red node flashes softly as lubricant, transfluid you internally correct, spills out and forms a small puddle under your clothed knees. You're suddenly hit with a strong musky scent; making your mouth water and eyes slightly glaze over. Sunder chuckles, an unnerving sound as he rocks his hips upwards and gives you a heated look. “You’re looking half-starved; little human. Don't let me stop you from getting your fill.” At the mechs’ words, you find little need to fight anymore, and pressed your lips over the pulsing node above. Sunder let out a pleased noise, quickly followed by a small trill as your fingers tweak and tug at the barbs trailing on the outside of his valve. Lapping and sucking wetly at the node, you hum at the taste then sigh. Sunder had a unique flavor, sweet and heavy on your tongue, but almost strongy metallic as well. It made you moan against the glowing nub. The mech above you hisses, digits scrapping along the floor and rocked his hips into your mouth. He gasps under his breath as you press a kiss to the node, giving it a small nip before diving your tongue into the velvety walls of his valve. Your mind is blank as your tongue is almost sucked into the wet valve; it pulsing greedily as you lap at it happily. A part of you tries to figure out where you were and why you were doing this, but it goes to mush as a ring of inner nodes clutch at your tongue. The warm walls of the valve, as well as the smell, that was growing stronger by the second, consumed your thought process; it almost made you feel drunk. Even as you lock your mouth firmly on the soft mesh, one of your hands stray from the barbs and snake down to unbutton the bottom half of your uniform. Sunder lets out a loud purr, sockets crinkling as he gives a dark chuckle. “I can smell you from here, little one....” He hisses as you press two fingers into yourself with a moan. “So desperate for release that'd you'd rut on your own digits.” A few more dollops of drool slide down his chin as he reaches down to press your face to his valve. “Mhm~ but you'll get yours once I have mine~” his purr sends tremors down your body and it renews your vigor of lapping at his inner nodes.

The room is quiet besides the soft sound of transfluid hitting the floor below, along with the sound of cooling fans and the scratchy growls from Sunder and sweet moans from yourself. As you nibble at a few of the barbs on the mechs’ valve, a part of you faintly hear the sound of a door being opened and an annoyed sigh.

“I leave you for five minutes.” Growled a voice, at making you stop your ministrations once and moan sadly once you see who it is. Froid stands at the opening of the door, glaring sharply at Sunder who only grins wickedly in return. “And you kidnap the liaison for this debauchery.” The lean mech scoffs, gangly arms crossed but he makes no move to stop. Sunder lets out a nasty chuckle, jolting his hips upwards as you then press your lips back to his node. Froid growls once more, before walking in and shutting the door behind him. “I trust you covered your tracks, at least.” At this, Sunder gives a shaky nod. “They were all on their own~ I’m sure they all think the liaison is in their hab.” You try to get another look at Froid, but Sunder jerks his hips again. “You want to join us. I can smell that you want to, Froid~” the rust colored mech purred, before giving a strangled moan and overloaded. Struggling bit, your mind instantly becomes clearer than before once Sunders’ transfluid pools over you and onto the floor. A sick feeling pools in the bottom of your stomach as you jerk your head towards Froid, whom rolls his optics. “Put them under again, then take them back to their hab-suite. I heard the ‘co-captian’, Rodimus, was going to check on them soon.” Was all Froid said before back out the door he went with a small click. A shiver instantly went up your spine as your eyes glaze over once more, and felt the last few seconds of memory escape you with ease as sharp needles enter the side of your neck. Furrowing your brows together, Sunder let out another dark chuckle. “Come now, little one. I believe I promised you something.” He says, voice almost borderline gleeful as he uses a servo to lift you onto his mouth.

Sideswipe was going to get it when they got back to the junkyard; was the only thought going through the mech/femmes’ processor. (Y/n)’s wheels dug into the dirt terrain that made up the forest floor; dust clinging to them as they sped forward. As much as the mech/femme liked pranks, telling someone that Jetfire and Jetstorm had gotten stuck in a tree was a low blow. Especially when the minibots had been in on it, and were fully capable of getting down from a tree with no problem. Maybe it had had to do with their recharge-riddled processor that had (Y/n) in a frenzy to help, not stopping to see the smirk Sideswipe had been trying to hide, and failing. Growling under their breath, (Y/n) pushed themselves a little faster; not noticing the 2 sets of glowing optics following their every move. Making a sharp left turn, the (a/m) barely missed a deer, startling them to a sharper stop. Tumbling out of their alt-mode, the mech/femme crashed into a tree; knocking the air from their figurative lungs. Letting loose another small growl, (Y/n)’s shoulders sagged. “Seems ya took quite the tumble, ‘bot.” The mech/femme tensed at that voice, that Primus damned voice. Their spinal-strut went ramrod straight as they shot up to their pedes and calmly (well, hopefully) twisted their frame around. “Ugh, could we do this some other time, Choppers? I need to kick Sides’ tailpipe first.” (Y/n) scoffed, digging the heel of their pede into the ground as they shot the maroon combiner a bored look. Chop Shop merely smirked, his four optics crinkling at the edges, but the mech/femme felt one set slowly rake down their frame in one swift movement. A disgusted chill went down (Y/n)’s strut, making their plating clamp firmly onto their protoform. “Hey, my optics are up here, Decepticreep.” (Y/n) shot out, baring their denta a bit. Chop Shop only cocked his hips, moving his bilk onto one pede. The movement only serves to make the mech/femme all the more tense, which makes him scoff. Chop Shop looks as if he was about to say something, derma parted before he quickly shut them. Letting out a sudden groan, he moved a servo to rub and the back of his neck-cables. Shooting (Y/n) an uneasy look, he finally spoke, accent a little rougher. “I neva took ya for the goody-two pedes ‘bot. It’d been much easier if ya’d been on my side, like ya’d always been.”

(Y/n) lowered their defensive stance, frame relaxing. The maroon mech took that as a sign to slowly creep a bit closer. “You know why I sided with Bumblebee? I’m tired with all the running and hiding out. And you of all mechs should know I’ve never really been good with guilt. At least with them I have a sense of belonging that I haven’t had in a long time.” (Y/n) sighed, optics dimming softly. Chop Shop frowned, it almost bordering on a sneer, and took a few more steps forward, and put a servo on their hip. The touch makes them flinch, but (Y/n) holds themself stiff even as they find themself leaning a bit into it. “You left us behind. After everythin’ , I didn’t expect ya to be the one to…” The combiners voice holds no malice like they thought it would, but they could hear the underlying anger underneath. (Y/n) frowned, placing a servo over the one on their hip. “You left me first; left me for dead with those Autobots that woulda knocked me out and dragged me back into stasis lock. I’m lucky Grim recognised me as one of the nicer ‘cons.” (Y/n) started, derma twitching as they felt Chop Shop use his free servo to tilt up their helm. He searched in the mech/femmes’ dim optics for something, anything; and it seemed that he found it when he gives a sad smile. Chop Shop leans down to capture their derma with his, but pauses when (Y/n) quickly puts a servo over his mouth. “I need to head back before the twins began to worry.” The mech/femme murmur, pulling away from the mech in front of them and back-pedaled a few steps away. (Y/n)’s optics are everywhere but on the maroon combiner, plating ridged and servos twitching. But as fate would have it, it seemed Chop Shop wasn’t going to let them go so easily however.

The maroon mech shot out a servo to grab them by their shoulder plating, dragging the mech/femme over then into the trunk of a tree. (Y/n) sputtered helplessly, making a move to grab Chop Shops’ neck, but they weren’t quick enough before be held both their servos by the wrist above their helm. (Y/n) struggled harshly, trying to gain some kind of leverage over the combiner, but stopped when the mech pressed his face to their neck cabling and inhaled. A soft purr emanated from his chassis, making (Y/n) flinch away. The combiner let out a dark hiss, making the mech/femmes’ struggling almost renew if Chop Shop hadn’t harshly pull them painfully close to his chassis. “Ya smell like that annoyin’ dinobot, been havin’ fun without me, sweetspark?” The mech rasped, denta clenched hard enough that they could hear a small tell-tale creak from it. The mech/femme huffed, trying to shove the combiner away from them. “What can I say, green looks good on him.” They scoffed, trying to move their helm away from Chop Shops’ face-plates and failed to do so. This elected a deep growl from the combiner, as his servos denting their armor slightly. (Y/n) flinched, before calming themselves and slowly allowed their frame to relax under the angered combiners arms. “Nothing happened, sweetspark.” they began, nuzzling their face into into his. “Grimlock just likes to hug, never met such a huggy dinobot like him before.” their words seem to calm the Chop Shop a touch, as his arms loosen their steel grip on their frame. Giving a small sigh, (Y/n) shifted in his arms a bit. “You can’t steal me away again, Chop.” The mech/femme started, pulling away a little bit more to look the maroon mech in the optics. The mechs’ optics still have a dark tint to them, but lighten as soon as (Y/n) places their servos on his cheeks. (Y/n) let out a another small sigh. “I’m afraid you’ll have to pay this time around.” The (c/l) (2c/l) mech/femme finished with a whisper, hoping that their words would make the known thief back off.

The twisting of wires and steady servos, golden optics hyper-focused in on the briefcase in front of him. Blast-mask off and to the side; plating pulled closely but not uncomfortably so to his protoform. (Y/n) studied the mech from across the room silently, his dimly lit optics dragging tiredly over stiff wings as he almostly mindlessly trailed a digit over the rim of the cube in his servo. The mech internally sighed, before dragging his tired pedes over to the where the scientist. (Y/n) placed the cube over to the side, and gave a small huff. “Not now, Nautica, I-” Brainstorm started, setting down a tool and rubbing a servo down his face-plates, before glancing up to meet sad optics. “Oh, (Y/n).” The teal flyer greeted, smile small but almost as bright as the sun. (Y/n) smiled back, leaning in to press a kiss to the others helm. “I see you’ve made some progress, Stormy.” He said, watching as the smile on Brainstorms’ derma grew and a small blue flush decorated his face-plates. “Yeah, just a little more and I-” The flyer paused as he saw the mechs’ optics dimmed a bit. Brainstorm chuckled, optics crinkling. “So there’s no way I’m gonna drag you away to your hab right now?” the (c/l) (2c/l) mech inquired, sleepy smile fading as Brainstorms’ wings sagged a touch. “I’m almost done, just a few more tweaks.” Brainstorm said, even his optics dimmed to softly, almost lovingly, stare up at (Y/n). The mech sighed, leaning onto the scientists’ desk with one arm. “Will you at least consider drinking you energon?” (Y/n) asked, making Brainstorm nod automatically. As the flyer took up the cube and took a small sip, he watched as the mechs shoulders relax a touch. “I love you.” (Y/n) said, free servo going up to cradle his face as his (c/l) optics crinkled softly. This made Brainstorm jolt, almost spilling the cube as his optics went wide. His wings fluttered lightly. “Oh, is that a hypothesis or fact?” the scientist inquired, a mischievous smile smile playing on his derma. (Y/n) blinked, then grinned right back. “Hmh, fact. I love you from your helm to your pedes.” He said, shooting Brainstorm with a finger-gun and a grin. This made the flyer let out a laugh, golden optics dimming lightly as his servos trembled around the cube. (Y/n) frowned.

“You don’t believe me, do you.” he slowly states, servo falling to his side. Brainstorm looks down at the briefcase on the table, them to the (c/l) servo leaning next to it. Before (Y/n) can ask, the teal mech looks up at him with renewed vigor. “Care to prove it, because it sounds more like a hypothesis to me.” Brainstorm waggles his brow-plates, smirking all the way as he set the cube down onto the table. (Y/n) pauses, only to the drop to one knee. “You’re right, I’ll have to gather more information.” He says, bringing one servo down to trace softly at one of the flyers pedes. “I love your pedes, because they carry you so carefreely.” (Y/n) starts, leaning down to press a kiss to one each. Brainstorm lets out a small gasp, plating fluffing out slightly. The (c/l) (2c/l) doesn’t pay him any mind as he then kisses upwards to the flyers’ thigh. “I love your legs especially when they’re spread out like this.” (Y/n)’s words make the mech above him let out a weak moan, legs shifting a bit wider to give the mech kneeling in front of him more room to work. Slowly but surely,, (Y/n) made his way up to the flyers’ pelvic array, peppering it with light kisses before skimming his lips up to Brainstorms’ chassis. He pressed a kiss on the plating over the others spark. “But I think I love your spark the most, it’s bright and beautiful like a burning star.” The mech whispered, smiling as he felt Brainstorm all but melt into his seat. (Y/n) glanced up to see the others optics fluttering softly as his servos loosely gripping the arm-rests. A soft tapping on his chassis makes Brainstorm jolt a bit, however. The scientist gives (Y/n) a dreamy look, optics suddenly bright with color.”I love your spark, because it holds together the mech I love the most.” This causes the teal flyer to smile, lips so soft looking as he leans down. (Y/n) stops in his assault halfway, fully tilting his head up, and met the others lips with ease. Brainstorm cupped (Y/n)’s face between his servos, sighing into the kiss before pulling back. There were words left unsaid in Brainstorms’ optics, but (Y/n) understood all the same, as they joined lips once more.

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Energon flowed freely from the gaping wound on (Y/n)’s chassis. He gasped wordlessly, servos pressing onto the wound as Brainstorms’ hung loosely at his sides. The teal flyer was kneeled beside the mech, optics never leaving the others frame even as the mech tried to get his attention. It was his fault. Hisfaulthisfaulthisfault… Brainstorm finally came to when a bloodied servo grasped one of his. Gold optics looked over into (Y/n)s’ pained (c/l) ones. “I love you.” the bleeding mech wheezed out, smiling weakly. This instantly kicked the scientist into motion. “Slag! (Y/n), we need to get you t-” Brainstorm went to pick up the other, but halted his movements when (Y/n) let out a pained whine. The mech gave another weak smile. “Stormy, you need to get outta here.” (Y/n) said, using a servo to weakly push at the flyers chassis. Brainstorm shook his helm. “I need to get you to Ratchet.” Brainstorm insisted, but was met with a bit weak stern look. “You’re not dying with me. Who’s going to save Quark then?” (Y/n)’s voice was faint, optics dimming down as his servo slipped from the others chassis. “Please live for me, for Quark.” (Y/n) said, lips trembling as he managed to smile brightly. “Because I love you from helm to pede, Stormy.” Brainstorm shook, even as he heard Chromedome yell at him to move his aft. Shakily, Brianstorm leaned down to press a final kiss to the smiling mechs lips, and could already feel them grow cold. Getting to his pedes, the flyer ran as the others quickly gathered onto the Lost light.

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Infernos’ servo was slick with transfluid, moving it up and down his spike at a rapid pace. His free hand was covering his mouth, but it did little to hide the sharp whines that past through his derma. The ant was fully aware he shouldn't be doing this, Primus, he knew. This forced another whine out of him as his optics brightened. A small trail of drool went past his derma as he shakily looked ahead; and met your shining eyes and soft smile. “Inferno~” you lightly sang, lips twitching for a fraction as you fluttered your eyelashes. Inferno gave a wet gasp, as his transfluid suddenly sprayed his chassis and the floor below. The ant shuddered, a sad noise coaxing itself from his throat. He had let you down, his royalty, his Queen .

He knew he deserved punishment for this, for disobeying you and any punishment from you of all people is well deserved.

“Forgive me, my Queen.” He whispered out, voice strained as he watches you slowly rise from where you sat and made your way over to him.

You were beautiful, hips swaying slightly as you gliding over to where he kneels. Inferno lowers his optics to the ground; mandibles twitching as you stop in front of him. He does not deny the way he shakes, servo still holding his transfluid covered spike and the other lowering itself away from his mouth.

He knows you are merciful, something he does not deserve for disobeying your law. Your order.

Yet you cup his helm delicately, like it was made from glass, and tilt it so that his optics met your soft eyes. There is no anger in them, no disappointment; and for that it confuses him.

Inferno wants to ask, to beg as to why you held no anger towards him, but his lips remained sealed.

His antennae twitched when you parted your lips, and leaned down and lap away at the transfluid on his chassis. Inferno wants to jerk away, but your soft hands kept him in place as you then press light kisses to his chest. It felt like he had passed into the well of sparks, like you were the only one keeping him grounded to this place; and he couldn't be any happier.

“ Try to keep quiet....we wouldn't want to get caught. ” His accent hits your aduials like a punch to the gut, making your plating fluff up as you felt his servos smooth over the plating on your thighs. “Saber, not now! Steeljaw’ll have both our helms if he catches us!” You hiss, but make no move to stop him as he chuckles.

“Mhm, that's just the fun of it, love~” Saberhorn purrs, helm resting on your shoulder as he presses a light kiss to the side of your neck-cables.

This makes you give a small scoff, optics focusing in front of you as your conjunx continues to press kisses. “So you say, but the last time we did this; Kickback almost walked in on us.” Your words make Saberhorn huff, servos tightening a touch as he pulls you back so that your aft bumps into his panel.

“Yes, but it seems that most of them are deep in recharge...and we do have the rest of the cycle until your shift is up~” This almost makes you roll your optics; but his words do make you shift back into his chassis. “Fine. But try not to blow too early, my captain~” was your only comment.

Your words egged Saberhorn on, a low growl coming from his chassis as he rutted into your aft. “But I have to ask.” You breath out, tilting up your helm and placed a servo on his horn. “What's brought this on? Not that I mind~” Your conjunxs’ servos still for a klik, making you frown. You were about to make a comment about it; until you found yourself pinned to the wall in front of you.

“Like you have no idea.” Saberhorn softly hisses into your aduial. “Moving your hips from side like its a contest.” His voice gained a dark tone, accent more of a rasp as he moves a servo to grasp your face-plates. “Don't pretend that you don't notice the optics on your aft as you swagger off.” Saberhorn punctuated his sentence with a sharp buck of his hips.

A broken keen comes past your lips, optics glittering with amusement as you wiggle your aft.

“Mhm~ and what if I don't? The only one I do that for is you, my captain.” You let out a weak chuckle as you're pressed more harshly into the wall. You were fully aware Saberhorn would never dare lift a hand to you; but at times like these, were when transfluid started to leak past your panels. Your dear conjunx didn't miss a beat, servo moving to grind against your valve panel. “Such a needy little thing, perhaps I should show them what they can never have.” His words have you moaning, only to have him shove two clawed digits in.

Oral lubricant slowly drips down your chin as Saberhorn thrusts them in and out.

He pinned down your glossa lightly, as he pressed a light kiss to your finial. “But I'm sure you'd like that too much, my love. Your spike and valve on display for everyone to see, as I use you in front of them.” Saberhorns’ voice was hard, the servo on your valve panel stopping only for a second; for him to lightly dig his claws into the seems.

“Open up for me, my dear.” He commanded, and in an instant your panel snapped back.

You heard him ‘tsk' under his breath as your transfluid splattered onto the floor. Your face-plates felt hot as the servo in your mouth let go of your glossa, and slipped out with a wet pop. “So wet at the idea of being used, how shameless.” his words send another warm jolt to your valve, your fans kicked on high as you feel your knees go weak. Saberhorn sighed, before moving and pressing his wet digits into your valve. It brings another keen from your lips, optics wide as he starts at a brisk pace.

“Such a shameless conjunx I have, on display where anyone can see us~” Saberhorns wings buzz behind him excitedly, his optics trained on the transfluid dripping onto the floor below.

At first, you weren't really sure what you were looking at.

With an optic ridge raised, you crossed your arms in front of you as you glazed at the tied up and gagged insecticon in front of you. Kickback seemed to shrivel up under your optics, looking down at the ground below. Shoulders sagging, you release a sigh. “Let me guess, Steeljaw had some brilliant plan to catch those Autobrats and you got roped into it.” You say as you looked at your clawed servo with disinterest. Your words got a tiny whimper from the tied up con in front of you. Pursing your lips, you grab a hold of Kickbacks chin and made him look into your optics. “Why am I not surprised?” You say, sharp digit tapping softly on his chin as he grimaced. You stare at him for a bit longer, before unceremoniously dropping it. “Alright, I suppose I'll get you down this time...but you’ll have to pay up as soon as I do. Being a helm-hunter may pay well, but I could always do with a little something more.” You purr, voice going down an octave that makes him squirm a bit. The action makes a dark smirk appear and a chuckle to come make its way from your throat. “Mhm~ I was thinking…” You start, raising your sharp clawed servo and brought it down swiftly. It easily sliced through the rope tying the insecticon to the pole; and you watched with amusement as Kickback flopped to the ground with a thud. “That you could do something rather important for me.” Kickback shakes his head a bit, before shooting you a glare.

“Oh yes, the gag.” You remember, but pouted when he ripped it off. “I had the situation under control.” He hisses, lips curled up into a pretty sneer that has you smiling all over again. “Oh~ You did, did you? Hard to see from where I was standing.” Your quip has his servos clenched into fists. Letting out another laugh, you easily move to the side as Kickback tries to hit you. “Aw, was that meant for me~” You say, optics crinkling in amusement. Another growl tore its way from the ‘con before he sighs. The silence that falls between the two of you is tense, and you guess that the insecticon was wracking his processor for a way out and away from you and your ‘favor’. “Kicky~” You sang, making him flinch. “Don’t you want to know what my request is?” Kickback cringed, legs getting ready to jump away until he felt a servo grip his shoulder a touch too tight. “Ah, ah, ah~ even if you run I’ll always find you, Kicky.” You say cheerfully, even as your optics darken and your servo dents the metal on his shoulder slightly. You slip an arm over his shoulders and grab his chin to press his face-plates to yours. “I was thinking you could help me with a growing problem. A hot, warm, soon to be sticky problem~” you say, turning your helm to press a kiss to his cheek. “And since I helped you, you could help me, right~” with that you reach up to pinch his cheek, as he tries to pull away. Kickback shivers, but this time his servos are twisting themselves up in knots and his legs trembled. “Ugh, ca-can’t you go find somebot else to help you with that.” He stammers out, his voice sounding weak. This makes you genuinely smile as you pat his cheek lightly before leaning away from him to give him some space. “I suppose, but you are by far my favorite ‘lacky’.” Your words make him flush as he spares you a glance. “Especially those cute noises, and when you have no idea what to do with your servos~ I could just eat you up.” Finally, Kickback lets out a sigh-like moan and turns himself to fully face you. “T-This doesn’t leave this spot.” Kickback states as best as he could, but even to his own audials it sounded like a plea. You tilt back your helm as you let out a bark-like laugh. “Of course, lovely, just for you.” Is all that you say before you’re on him.

Kickback weakly tries to pull back, but you find that he slowly melts into your grasp as you press your lips onto his. Your servos trail along his back-seams before you dig your claws into them; making the insecticon jolt a bit. You hum into the kiss, pulling away a second only to nip as his bottom lip before kissing him once more. True to your words, you feel him grasp lightly at your plating; his own claws clicking lightly as they scramble on where to go. Moving one of your own servos down his chassis, you move your lips away from his. Pressing light pecks across his chin, you soon make you way to his neck-cables. “A-ah! What ar-e you doing?” He whispers, optics trying to catch yours as his servos finally brace themselves against your back. “I'm planning on making us feel good, if you give me a little of your time.” You reply, pressing your lips to his neck-cables and deliver a small bite to them. This has his breath hitch and his servos locking up, making you pause. “No good?” You softly ask, tilting your helm to look at his optics. His face-plates were stained light pink as he bit his lip. “N-no.” He softly gasps, one of his servos pressing you back to his neck, “Please don't stop.” You grin at his words, servos heading downward as you soon find what you are looking for. “Good~ now open up.” You say with a sharp bite. “I want to see if you're still cute down there too~”

You can't help but let out a small laugh as Kickback grumbles, his plating fluffing out a bit. You could practically feel his pout, and the way he huffs before you feel his panel slide away to reveal his hard spike slide itself into your waiting servo. Giving it a few small pumps, you smile as he shudders in your grasp. “It's just so cute~” you coo, returning your lips as began to nip at his neck-cables once more. “S-shut up.” He grumbles, bucking into your servo as he braces his on your shoulders. His motions turn a bit jerky as he thrusts into your servo, making you give a small moan of your own. “Mhm~” you sigh, optics glazing over as you bit your lip. This continues on for a while, and between the soft moans that fill your aduials mixed with your own send your processor into a foggy haze. “I bet you want something more that my servo.” You whisper, pressing a claw-tip into the slit of his spike; making him hiss. Kickback nodded weakly, whining as he feels you loosen your servo and pull back a touch. You feel his servos try to pull you back to him, his claws making little marks as he shoots you a pitiful look. It makes you feel like your plan has finally come around in a circle. “I wanna hear you say it, Kickback.” You softly growl, optics dimming a bit as you suddenly tighten your grip on his spike harshly. This has him let out an almost pathetic whine, servos a mess as his optics flash brightly. Suddenly, his transfluid splatters against your chassis and servo; making you give a small laugh. Once Kickback comes down from his high, he shoots you an irritated glare. You only grin smugly at him in return, leaning back on your pedes as you wiggle your sticky digits at him. “I keep forgetting how much of a loose cannon you are~” you comment, bringing your transfluid-covered to your mouth. Your glossia darts out to lick at your digits; fully aware of how the insecticons optics stray from yours and to the way your glossia starts to clean off your servo.

He’s beautiful like this.

Servos gripping the berth pad beneath him as he throws back his helm in pleasure. Mesothulas is a different kind of beautiful, his red optics shining brightly as he mewls. You keep your eyes on his face-plate; heavy flush on your cheeks as you feel your spike strain against your panel. The condition of your valve is no better, as you feel it began to leak down your own thighs. Drool and his transfluid steadily drip down your chin as you lap as his valve walls. Mesothulas lets out another warbled moan, and finally meets your optics. The action makes you flush deeper, especially as he reaches down a shaky servo to cup the back of your helm. “A-ah, thank y-ou.” He whimpers out, optics shining ever brighter as you lean into the servo. You want to make him feel good, even as he tilts his helm back once more as calls out a designation that isn’t yours. Because this is how the game is played. The game when spider-former comes to you in the middle of the night cycle, clinging to your chassis as he begs to help him. In the beginning, you were nervous. And very much ready to turn him down; until you looked into those wonderful red optics and let yourself get attached to him. You knew he would never love you, and it sent a sharp sting to your spark. But here, between his thighs as he grips your helm tightly in his grasp as he calls out for someone else; you can’t help but fall deeper for him.

You try not to sigh as you pull away from his valve; the bottom half of your face covered with his fluid as you hear him let out a loud whine. “Please, I need it, please please please!” He whimpers out, bucking up his hips is plea for your mouth to return. A soft smile slips onto your lips, as you press kisses to his slick thighs. “What do you need, Meso?” You say, your tone light as he tugs at your helm. Mesothulas groans, as he soon cradles your helm. “Please let me overload! I’ll do anything, just let me overload Prowl!” Mesothulas begs, hips bucking up once more.

That designation makes you still, lips now forming a small frown as your spider-formers’ optics widen. “I-” he starts, hands now curling up on his chassis as he gives you a pained look. Like he thought you were simply going to get up and leave him. The sigh that leaves past your lips is a sad one, but you give him a small smile.

“I’m going to let you overload, Meso, don’t worry.” You say, bringing your face back down to his hips. Just as you start to pepper it with kisses; Mesothulas stops you. Raising your helm, you shoot him a questioning look. He simply tugs up until you can face him. “I- want you to hold me.” He whispers, burying his face into your neck-cables as he softly presses his wet valve into your aching panel. Your spark jumps into your throat as you let out a ragged moan. “Are you sure?” You breath out, and not a second after you got a sharp nod from him. A sharp click of your panel filled the room, and then your spike sunk into the warmth that was his valve. The action both made you gasp, the spider-former wrapping his legs around your waist as he began to sharply thrust onto your spike. Letting out a low moan, you began to buck back to him. The sound of sharp clanging filled the room as the two of you moan. It was bittersweet in a way, knowing that the spider-former was thinking of someone else as he was fragged by you. ‘But that’s the game…’ you wistfully thought as you thrust deeply; meeting his ceiling node. Mesothulas lets out a sharp gasp as his optics glaze over; digits digging into your backplates as he overloads.

You come shortly after him, servos dragging him impossibly close as you buck into him a few more times before stopping. The two of you pant quietly as you rest your helm onto the pillow beneath you. Soon enough, you start to untangle yourself from Mesothulas; only to be held onto by him. “Please don’t go.” He manages to whisper out, and it cuts right through your spark like a knife.

Sometimes he got like this, you knew by now that he did. Then in the morning he would be gone until the next time you found him on your hub-step. Letting out a small sigh, you roll the both of you onto your sides. There still isn’t enough room for your spike to slip out, but you’ll deal with that and the mess when the spider-former released you. “I’m sorry.” He suddenly said, voice faint as he nuzzled into your neck. “It’s ok.” You say back, perfectly rehearsed as you rub his back softly with one servo. It thankfully lulls him into recharge as you manage to slip from his arms. He twitches in his sleep, frame relaxed against your berth. His thighs were slick with transfluid, but yours were in no better shape. Shoulders sagging as you click you panel back into place, you quietly make your way to your washracks and get a few mesh rags covered in solvent before re-entering your berthroom. Thankfully, Mesothulas is still deep in recharge as you soon approach your berth. Slowly but surely you turn him onto his back once more and began to clean him off.

A smile worms its way onto your lips as you clean him off; washing away the drying transfluid before turning to yourself. It all felt too rehearsed, because it was. After this you would go get some energon and some coolant and then place it onto your berthside table before leaving to go recharge on your couch. Determining that your legs looked a little better at least, you pulled the berth cover over the spider-former. Hesitating a bit, you leaned down to press a chaste kiss to the top of his helm. “I love you.” You quickly whisper out before you could stop yourself. Leaning back, you drop the rags back into you washracks before exiting your berthroom.