#second incommand

Something had changed on the planet’s surface.

The Vehicons knew the reason for it, and they felt the near electric charge in the air like a crackle against their plating, and it whipped them into a curious, almost frenzied state. None could keep still for long, or hands too idle. They knew what was coming, and they knew why he was standing there, at the edge of the building site, staring into the fading horizon with his hands clasped behind his back, still and silent as a statue.

The Commander had returned.

A single year and a handful of months had passed since his impromptu departure, and those who remained near their Lord at all times knew that Starscream’s absence had changed him. A bond was barely a bond when one had no way of stroking the flames that once fueled its passion.

And so there he stood, and they assumed he was waiting for the Commander, because there was no other reason he should stand so still, for so long, without a single word to any one of the foremen, and without giving any formal direction. If this was a meeting, it was one not intended for other’s optics, and some made haste back to the ship, or the temporary barracks set up near the completed medical building.

And still, he stood, waiting as though he would wait forever, if that’s what Starscream asked for.

How interested they are in having sex with them: Always and without question. Never let there be any doubt of this.

How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: Neither of us have ever paid the other and there is no need. When I think about him, however...there is nothing I wouldn’t give in order to be with him.

If they would rather bottom or top them: You don’t know Starscream if you think he is unable to top from the bottom.

How good they think they would be: Amazing. Exceeding expectations...sometimes more than I can handle all at once.

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: All three, preferably one right after the other.

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: All three...I think. I hope.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Nightfall, more than likely.

Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

A single bauble adorned the modest shelving unit above the berth. Megatron looked, but knew better than to touch. There was a burnt piece of white plating he knew belonged to Skyfire, and until recently there had been a colored stone, one each for Thundercracker and Skywarp. Those stones were gone now. Megatron’s engine gave a pleased rumble, for it meant something good.

The oil jar he held was small and very nearly empty, but its fragrance was powerful as he remembered. Blends of off-world spices kept the mixture interesting by sending pleasant tingles to the outermost layer of sensors and was often used in interfacing. Megatron had no plans to interface, but the warmth and tingling felt good against bruised protoform and he felt he deserved this.