Second part

[yami_samuraiflo]

And, since it was too big for only one post, here comes the second...

 

If Scavenger had been the only one to speak, he certainly had voiced a common thought. Bonecrusher had an eager look on his face, fingers intertwined in front of his interface panel. Mixmaster had a very giddy expression about him, even more than usual. Long Haul was watching the drugged Starscream with something akin to rapture. Scrapper looked neutral enough, but he shrugged as Hook stared at him, showing he didn’t care much, but would accept the offer if the crane proposed to share the goods.

“Sure,” he said finally. “Why not?” There was a general cheer from the other Constructicons; it almost eclipsed Starscream small cry of fear, showing that he was lucid enough to understand exactly what was going to happen to him. Hook gently stroked his cheek. “Hush, ‘lil Star; you’re going to enjoy it.”

“Would you mind?” snapped the medic, once he realized everyone was still staring. “I’d like to finish what I’ve started; you’ll get your turn afterward. And if you want to try a double,” he said, thinking about some of ‘Crusher’s kinks, “Go ask someone else; I’m playing solo on this one,” he added, chuckling.

Bonecrusher huffed and went back to his work bench; Mixmaster, next to him, shook his head. “Idiot; and anyway, once Hook-Hook finish with him, I get-get first dibs.”

“Why that?” grunted the bulldozer, unhappy; he didn’t like spoiled goods so much already, but to be left Mixmaster’s scraps?

The cement mixer had a nasty smile. “’cause, you big- big idiot, who do you think-think created the mix Hook pumped into our dear Air Commander’s systems? Without my little cocktail, he would-would currently be screeching like a banshee-banshee and kicking our afts-afts. So I call first dibs,” he concluded, self-satisfied, before he started to cackles and rubs his hands as he watched Hook’s taking his sweet time with Starscream.

Bonecrusher wanted to object, but Scrapper cut him off. “Drop it, ‘Crusher. Let him go second if he wants; I need you here, anyway,” he added, gesturing for the other mech to come and have a look at the plans he was working on. The bulldozer mumbled unhappily, but did as he was told; work before play, fine. He just hoped work wouldn't take too long; Hook’s contented sighs and Starscream’s small noises of discomfort and reluctant pleasure were driving him to distraction every few kliks.

Primus, he was going to crush the crane’s vocalize if he didn’t speed up and finish!

Hook was gradually quickening his pace, his hands grasping more firmly the metal plating of the Seeker’s waist with each trust; he could feel the charge building inside him, growing and growing bringing his closer and closer from overloading and spilling his transfluid into the unwilling body pinned under him, who would be thrashing as the clear liquid issued from his final release filled his valve and dripped out of him along with the rivulets of lubricant…

Hook cried as he finally overloaded, his fantasies having finally pushed him over the edge. Starscream cried too, a sound barely more audible than a turbo-cat mewling, but because he was getting more and more frustrated by the klik.

The medic withdrew his depressurized cable from the quivering valve, noting with satisfaction how much Starscream shuddered. “Close to overload, aren’t you?” he commented gently as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Starscream’s neck. “Sorry, but I can’t help you with that; I’m already spent. However, I’m sure my brothers will help you with that. Won’t you, ‘Crusher?” he called to his fellow Constructicon, who gave the others a victorious smile. Long Haul and Scavenger shared a disappointed look before continuing their work.

Scrapper crossed his arms and sighed exasperatedly. “Fine, go ahead, since Hook gave you the ‘ok’. Anyway, you’re pretty much useless until you get that charge out of your system.” Bonecrusher threw him a nasty look but turned away and walked to the berth.

Mixmaster frowned. “But…”

Hook shushed. “Now, now, my dear Mix, let the others have some fun first.”

Mixmaster didn’t look convinced, so Hook signaled for him to come nearer, and whispered something in his audios. Mixmaster’s optics widened and flashed wildly for a second, before he started to chuckle creepily. “Oh, of course… Seen like that. That’s okay, guy,” he said to the others, “I’ll be the last to have a go. Enjoy our pretty patient!” Then he turned back to his concoction, whistling merrily.

Bonecrusher raised an optic ridge. “Oooookay; what did you say to that maniac to make him behave?” he asked Hook curiously. The medic smirked. “Now, that, my dear, is a secret. Besides, I think you have more… important things to worry about,” he said, running a hand between Starscream still wildly stretched legs. It came back covered in transfluid and lubricant and he took his time to carefully lick off.

Scavenger made a groaning sound. “That’s torture, Hook”, he said crossly. Mixmaster just giggled happily, with a disturbing smile on his face. Long Haul and Scrapper exchanged an exasperate look, and Bonecrusher smiled. “I think I begin to understand…” he said.

Hook smiled back. “Do you? Now, start playing or let someone else have a go.”

“Sure I will… Once I’ve had my own share of fun.” Hook chuckled and turned away, letting the other mech take his place. The crane erased all traces of the previous coupling with a rag he threw aside to be reused later and closed the panel concealing his interface array.

Behind him, Starscream’s weak cry of ‘no’ – the drugs were beginning to fade a little from his systems, Hook guessed, enough to let him make some articulate sounds – was the only clue he needed to know Bonecrusher had not bothered with foreplay before penetrating the Seeker. That, and Mixmaster’s wild cackling; apparently, someone else was enjoying the show.

“Careful still, ‘Crusher,” he called to his gestalt mate as he made his way to the table were Scrapper had put the blueprint for a new weapon and was waiting for him almost impatiently. “I spent the best part of the cycle putting him back in one piece, and I would appreciate that he remains this way.”

“You ruined half of my fun,” said the bulldozer in disappointment, but Hook threw him a sour look, and the Constructicon sighed in defeat. “Okay, okay, I’ll be careful.” Still, he threw a nasty look at Starscream; for once he had a Seeker all for himself, he couldn’t even play properly with him!

The other Constructicons were all watching the discussion with interest; well, not exactly the discussion, per se, but the subject, who was still trying to get away one way or another, moving feebly to disengage his pedes from the stirrups.

Which Scrapper started to find distracting; no matter how nice Hook's 'gift' seemed, they were still here because they had a job to do.

“Go back to work, everyone,” he called out authoritatively. “’facing might be nice, but Megatron wants that weapon operational by the end of the orn, and I don’t fancy facing his wrath if we take any longer.” The others answered by curt answers or small nods and stopped in favor of coming to work on the blueprints.

And so they began talking business seriously, only pausing when Starscream’s whines or Bonescrusher’s grunts became too loud for them to concentrate, and they took a breem or two to watch them going at it.

As for the Air Commander, he was floating in confusion and distress as he painfully tried to understand every message his body transmitted to his CPU. Still, he had his moments of clarity, and what he understood of the situation didn’t make him happy in the least.

Starscream’s vents cycled air more and more quickly. Most of the time, the dazed Air Commander wasn't sure which was up and which was down; his vision was still full of strange lights, like a kaleidoscope. Sometimes, but very rarely, he could actually see the mech on top of him.

His hearing, by contrast, was getting better; when Hook had started to speak to him earlier, he had difficulty even understanding half of the words, even though he could make out the tone and the intention hidden beneath.

The moment the repairs had been completed and Hook had started talking to him and touching him, Starscream, even half unconscious, had understood that Something Not Right was up. The removed pelvic plating and the speculum had been a dead giveaway that something he wouldn’t like was about to happen. He had wanted to kick, vaguely understanding that Hook was Up to No Good, but he had found himself unable to move his limbs more than a few centimeters.

And then the crane had the audacity of putting his fragging cable inside him, as if he was some common pleasurebot! Spawn of a trash compactor! That part, Starscream had perfectly understood even with the drugs; he knew, oh he just knew what was going on. As the Constructicon’s cable entered him, the Seeker had swore he would kill him in the messiest way he could find, as soon as he could move again.

Which, unfortunately, had still yet to happen; whatever the slagging medic had given him, it was good and strong. So far, Starscream had only had flashes of lucidity, but no more power and still unable to move his reluctant limbs.

What added to the wrongness and slow building rage – as well as fear, though the Seeker wouldn’t admit it – was the fact the other Constructicons had decided to take a page out of Hook’s book and imitate his previous actions.

He wasn’t entirely sure of which of them was on top of him, but the mech was rougher than Hook had been. Bigger too; he was racking the walls of his valve furiously, pumping that disgusting member in and out of his body and making him almost scream with pain and pleasure alike.

His vocalize only emitted small, weak sounds, but had it been at full capacity, Starscream’s screeches would have broken glass.

Not that Bonecrusher would have cared, as long as he could still have a good frag out of the Seeker. He would just have found a way to make him shut up, perhaps with a gag; unless he asked one of his fellows if he wanted to get sucked…

Starscream screamed suddenly, his entire body thrashing wildly, back arching against the table.

“Overload,” diagnosed Hook, who had looked up from the plans, with a small nod. “A particularly intense one, even, from the look of it. Either ‘Crusher is getting much better, or Starscream hasn't had much attention lately,” he commented with a sly smile.

Bonecrusher pulled out of Starscream’s body and grunted. “Hah, ha. Very funny.” He barely resisted the urge to plunge back in; Starscream may have overloaded, but he was still stiff, and his cord was throbbing madly.

“Lately? Try a couple of million years,” snorted Long Haul. “I get to be the next,” he called out before anybody else made a claim.

Scavenger pouted but relented quickly; as long as he had his share... “Fine, fine, but I’ll get the next turn!” he glanced at Scrapper. “…Unless you want to?”

Scrapper shrugged. “Not interested for now, perhaps later.”

Bonecursher shook his head. “Don’t care who goes when, but if one of you wants to start right now, I’m not averse to sharing. I’m sure our guest would enjoy a good sucking… Or suck a spike, even,” he leered while stroking his spike lightly. The others laughed.

Long Haul grinned and marched to the table. “Now, that would be nice. Of course, that means we’ll have to change his position,” he said as he disengaged Starscream’s pedes from the stirrup, helped by a reluctant Bonecrusher; the bulldozer had enjoyed the way Starscream had been spread open and stretched, unable to fight back. Then again, in his state, even with his legs freed, he doubted very much that Starscream’s would be trouble. And if he wanted to play his little fantasy, Screamer’s legs needed to be pushed farther apart.

The both of them maneuvered Starscream’s unresponsive body carefully, letting him lean against Bonecrusher as Long Haul sat on the berth and took Starscream’s in his laps, leaning against the two large wings and spreading the Seeker’s legs widely apart as he circled his waist with an arm to keep him from falling down.

Long Haul nuzzled his face against the Air Commander’s neck, engines revving. “You’d have thought he would weight much more,” he said pensively, noticing that the red winged mech didn’t seem to weight as much as his bulk suggested.

Hook, who heard him, shook his head. “Actually, they never do. Most of their weight is usually concentrated in the outer plating, often made of reinforced steel plates to avoid heavy damages during battle, and that’s only since the start of the war; inside, they’re pretty hollow, which give them more subspace for equipment and more agility and speed while in flight. Wings are designed to be almost weightless to help the take off.”

That drew everybody optics to him. “Where did you learn that?” asked a surprised Scavenger, who had never given much thought to the matter.

Hook snorted. “Since I've started having to patch their sorry afts together. I’ve had the time to learn quite a few things about each model I come across. And some of them might be a little chatty when they’re down under.”

Scrapper tilted his head as Hook explained a few more anatomical details of the Seeker’s classic frame, which his teammates were listening to with interest. “Ever solved the mystery of where Prime’s trailer disappears?” he asked curiously.

Hook frowned. “Not yet, and that really bugs me…”

Bonecrusher shook his head and reinstalled himself correctly between Starscream’s spread legs; as interesting as the debate was getting, he had more important and pleasurable things to do… like riding a Seeker. His cord kept throbbing, waiting, begging to be surrounded again with hot, tight wetness.

Long Haul shrugged and with his free hand, removed the covers over his interface array; his cord expanded immediately, even though he wasn’t fully excited yet; like any ‘Con – or any sane mech, period – he truly enjoyed having some… recreational activities. Unfortunately, they were rare and few in-between, due mainly to the sheer unattractiveness of most of the Con army. So, whenever someone actually offered him some frag time, he always jumped on the occasion.

And, without knowing how long he would have to wait until he got the chance to ‘face someone again, between each ‘meeting’, he had created and installed by himself a little mod in his circuitries; the device created a small electric current which allowed him to be stiff and ready for ‘facing anytime… and to remain erect even after a first overload and ready for another round. That usually left his partners very pleased with him.

Starscream, he bet, wouldn’t be added to the list of ‘Satisfied ‘face buddies’, but he didn’t particularly care. The Air Commander was an attractive mech, but he was also a true pain in the aft.

Bonecrusher watched his gestalt brother with a smile; oh, this was definitely going to be fun! “Ready when you are,” said Long Haul with a nod.

Bonecrusher just lifted Starscream’s knees to spread his thighs wider, arranging for one of the red mech‘s leg to circle his waist as he drew nearer and started reentering the Seeker with a cry of blessed satisfaction. Long Haul used his free hand to push two digits inside the port alongside his teammate’s spike. Starscream keened and thrashed a little, sharp cries escaping his vocalize as his optics tried unsuccessfully to trace the movements.

Long Haul and Bonecrusher chuckled, sharing a knowing gaze. The heavy loader let his fingers slide out and carefully, with an almost gentle care – for he didn’t want Hook to get on his case, he started to push his spike inside along with Bonecrusher’s own. He hissed in pleasure and slight pain; damn, the Seeker’s was tight, and with Bonecrusher’s length along…

Still, he took the time to adjust himself to the pressure and started moving along.

The friction was intense; Bonecrusher didn’t know what he found the more pleasurable; the tight wetness of Starscream’s port, or the variable moves of Long Haul’s spike rubbing against his own while he himself rammed his cord erratically in the stretched valve.

Long Haul seemed to enjoy himself too, if the noises he was making were of any indications. Starscream though, from his weak cries and increased thrashing, wasn’t exactly happy with the situation. Bonecrusher wondered vaguely if the Seeker had already taken two cords or more at once in his valve before; he sure could stretch enough to accommodate several ‘facing buddies at the same time… or a mech twice as big as him.

“Doesn’t the stretching remind you of your old pal Skyfire inside you, fragging you senseless, Screamer?” he rumbled darkly, catching the Seeker’s face to force him to look at him; Starscream’s optics were still unfocused and probably unseeing, but by the way he snarled, he certainly understood what the bulldozer was implying. “I bet he had load of fun with you once, didn’t he? How did he take you? On you back, legs kicking with each thrust? On your front, with your aft wriggling at each little stroke? Unless he bent you over your work bench, sending whatever you were doing crashing to the floor in favor of more pleasant… research?” he almost purred, leaning his face dangerously close to the Seeker’s own.

Which, in retrospect, wasn’t the brightest idea he had, for Starscream, even incapacitate and mostly incoherent – though he got better with each passing breem and was silently seething– was preparing his revenge already.

As Bonecrusher’s face loomed nearer, he suddenly spat some unprocessed energon at him, catching him in the optic. The bulldozer jerked back, hastily wiping away the dark smudge obscuring his vision; his cord slid half out of the SIC’s body. “You little tramp!” he screamed, furious and moving a hand around Starscream’s throat, starting to crush it.

Long Haul had the gall to laugh at him even as he continued thrusting his spike in and out alongside his fellow Constructicon. From the slight rumble in the background, he wasn’t the only one to be amused by the previous ordeal. “Cut it out, ‘Crusher; you were so begging for it the moment you loomed so near. Even drugged senseless, our dear SIC isn’t harmless!” said the dump truck with a smile, his grip on Starscream tightening while he nibble the winged mech’s neck, having previously removed a part of his facemask.

“Easy for you to say; you don’t risk much by being behind him,” groused the other Constructicon, unhappy. Long Haul shrugged absently, making Starscream move with him. “I like it this way,” he just said, continuing to thrust.

His pleasure was intensifying; he wasn’t about to overload just yet, but he could feel the charge starting to gather inside him. Hook definitely had a good idea… perhaps he would, ah, ‘recompense’ him later.

Bonecrusher reluctantly released Starscream's throat; there was no fun in trying to strangle a mech who didn't look at you with fearful optics, only unfocused ones. But he started to thrust again, harder and harder this time, not caring anymore about causing damage. He could feel Hook frowning behind him, but the crane didn’t comment.

Starscream, for his part, was now teetering on the edge of consciousness, for he started moaning louder and louder with each move of the bulldozer, and a few drops of cleaning fluid started to run from his optics.

His tears grew bigger when Bonecrusher started to convulse with a deep roar, having finally reached his peak and grasping even more firmly the captive Seeker’s armor; Long Haul, ever pragmatic, noted the metal was starting to dent.

He shuddered as he felt the cool liquid Bonecrusher spilled hitting and sliding all over his own spike, just as the bulldozer removed his own after a last rubbing. There was a small relieved sigh from Starscream, and Long Haul nuzzled him gently. “There, there, it wasn’t so bad, was it? You were a really courageous ‘bot,” he cooed tenderly at him. “Now, it’s just you and me,” he added, slowing his pace to allow the Seeker a chance to adjust.

Sure enough, Starscream's walls tightened slowly, better gripping the edge of his spike, and Long Haul smiled behind his now closed facemask. “Good little Seeker,” he whispered kindly, leaning back against the berth, one hand absently rubbing Starscream’s abdominal plating.

Bonecrusher looked at him and snorted. “Aren’t you the softsparked ‘bot,” he mumbled, wiping away the transfluid running down his thighs with the same rag Hook had used previously. From the corner of his optics, he watched Mixmaster lean against the table, his optics staring hard at the rivulets of fluids, pouting. Bonecrusher smiled coldly at him and threw him the rag. Mixmaster subspaced it immediately with a giggle.

Long Haul watched this with a hidden frown, but said nothing; why should he be concerned about Mixmaster’s strange hobby of collecting stained items? If Bonecrusher wanted to indulge him, it wasn’t his problem… was it?

Still, it was mildly disturbing… He quickened his pace inside Starscream, trying to focus on more pleasurable thoughts. Sure enough, the writhing Seeker occupied him fully afterward. He panted, air cycling loudly through his vents as he pushed and pushed again, deaf to Starscream’s pained gasps. Nonetheless, it took him a while to overload properly, both arms clutching the Seeker’s waist with enough force to break a lesser mech in two.

Starscream cried out distinctly in pain, distress and mild-pleasure, showing that his sensors were still registering sensations other than his supposed soreness.

The dump trunk pushed him away, getting down from the berth without much hurry; overload had left him feel tingly. Still, he didn’t regret anything. He closed off his panel, paying no heed to the fluids dripping down his thighs; he was supposed to hit the washracks at the end of his shifts, so why bother?

“Your turn, Scavenger, since dear Scrapper still doesn’t seem to be in the mood,” snipped Long Haul as he pushed Strascream’s body flat on the berth, letting his arms and widely open legs dangle over the edge.

The shovel approached carefully after a quick glance at Scrapper for permission; their leader just nodded at him and got back to drawing some modifications.

Looming over the Air Commander’s body, Scavenger took note of the little puddle of fluid between the Seeker’s legs, just below the waist, and the rivulet of liquid still flowing from the abused valve opening. Truthfully, getting his own cord inside didn’t appeal to him, he mused as he watched Starscream shudder, trying to bring his legs together to no avail.

So, what could he do exactly to pleasure himself…?

It was almost an epiphany; the one thing he always hated about Starscream… and about every Decepticons or Autobots for that matter, and even his own gestalt sometimes.

“There’s something I always wanted to do to shut him up,” mumbled Scavenger as he struggled with the attachments holding his panel in place. Whereas Long Haul wanted more fun in the berth, Scavenger himself wanted less. The problem with being one of the least respected and least fearsome Constructicons was the stares he got, especially the ones looking down at his panel and aft. Although nobody had been stupid enough to jump him yet, there had been a few close-calls that left the excavator wary and had induced him to modify his panel cover.

Had the circumstances been different, he would have gone for the valve, or perhaps the exhaust port; but since he was certain Starscream was in no shape to bite him down, well… He preferred the Seeker’s big mouth.

A nasty smirk emerged behind his facemask; people always called him names to his face, and mocked him relentlessly. He was used to the verbal abuse, but he had always dreamed of making them pay… And Starscream, deliciously helpless like he was, was the perfect candidate on which extract his revenge.

His panel clicked open. As he waited for his spike to emerge fully, Scavenger crawled over Sarscream’s body and forced him to open his mouth widely. Then, after a chuckle, he slid his cord inside, making the appendage roll over the unresponsive glossa and down the throat of his victim.

Happy cackles escaped him, and the other frowned at him; if they hadn’t know better, they could have sworn Mixmaster had rubbed off their weakest team member. Otherwise, he stayed silent; there was a lot of things he longed to say, but he didn’t utter them aloud. He wasn’t of those who took their sweet time in dirty talk…

Starscream lifted his optics to look at Scavenger; for once, he could clearly see who was on top of him. More and more sensation began to assault him, notably the pain and ache in his lower region, as well as the fluid dripping freely from his still bare, vulnerable valve. Curse Hook! Curse them all, he thought blurrily before his lucidity wandered once again. Vaguely, he could feel that his lips were widely parted and his glossa running feebly on the Constructicon’s thick member, which was down his throat, and he rumbled a bit, feeling the sensation disagreeable.

Scavenger gasped in pleasure, not having expected the vibration. “He’s getting more and more lively,” he managed to say, grasping the Seeker’s shoulders more tightly. Hook consulted his internal chronometer and nodded. “He should be capable of coherent speech in about half an hour.” Turning to Scrapper and Mixmaster he added: “You should hurry up.”

Scrapper shrugged.”I’m not even sure I really want a go; he’s not my type.” Mixmaster just cackled as he looked at Scavenger thrusting his hips back and forth in the Seeker’s face. Hook raised an optic ridge at his leader.

“Why? I though you liked a good ‘facing as much as anyone?” Scrapper nodded stiffly. “I do. But Starscream doesn’t appeal to me that much. I would have rather liked my Seeker to be black and purple,” he shrugged.

That gained him a few incredulous looks. “Skywarp? You would rather bang Skywarp?” asked Long Haul, incredulous. “Thundercracker, I would have understood, and even the Coneheads have some appeal, but Skywarp?”

Scrapper tilted his head. “Why not? He’s not that bad looking. Sure, his personality leaves much to desire, but he’s far less conspicuous than Starscream. And I’d like to get into his circuits and have a good look at his warping generator,” he added with a quick flash from his optics.

That drew some chuckles. “Ah, of course, seen like that,” said Hook. “But you’re sure you don’t want a go? Just change your spectrum, and you could always pretend it’s your favorite Seeker,” he teased. Scrapper seemed to consider the idea and finally sighed. “Alright, I guess. But just because I will not be supervising you doesn’t mean you can slack off,” he warned them sternly.

Hook raised his hands in mock defense. “Of course, fearless leader; we would never have thought to do that.”

They were cut out by Scavenger squeal of pleasure as he overloaded in the Seeker’s mouth. Starscream moved erratically, trying to shove him away, but Scavenger was firmly installed and Starscream was not yet back at full strength. Scavenger caught his two wrists and pinned them down on the Seeker’s chest with only one hand, the other lifting to the winged mech’s throat and massaging it gently, helping him to reluctantly swallow the fluids he secreted.

That was the best revenge he could ever have taken, he thought happily as he watched a mouthful of fluid drip from the Seeker’s mouth and cascade down his chin; the weak head movement even caused some to spill on his otherwise pristine cheek, which amused the shovel to no end. He let himself slide out of Starscream’s mouth with a hidden, vindictive smile.

Laughter came from the little group of purple and green mechs as they took a good look at Starscream’s face now that Scavenger had finished emptying his load. Oh, how the mlghty had fallen… Starscream heard their chuckles and hissed mentally, utterly humiliated.

“Your turn, Scrapper,” called out Scavenger, feeling himself in high spirits for the first time in vorns. He even hummed happily as Hook directed him toward a storage room to search for some needed material.

"Well, if you insist," Scrapper sighed as he too marched toward the berth where Starscream lay, thighs and legs spattered with variously colored fluid, arms dangling helplessly from the sides, face turned in their general direction, optics pale and shuttering.

Scrapper took no time to play games; he just got down to business, one hand grasping for Starscream’s half-erect cord and starting to pump him. Starscream became more vocal with each move; he still wasn’t looking at anyone or anything in particular, but his whole body was less relaxed than it had been. Scrapper judged he had to hurry if he wanted to finish before the Seeker was completely back in control. Thankfully, it didn’t take more than a breem to fully excite the red colored mech.

Quickly, the engineer straddled the Seeker’s waist, one hand still gently stroking the erect cord. Starscream moaned and turned his head to the side, optics nearly white and fists clenching almost painfully. “All for the valve, and not one to consider your throbbing spike,” he shook his head almost regretfully. “Don’t worry though, I’ll pay extra attention to this part of your anatomy,” he said, opening his panel without hast.

He positioned himself over the Seeker’s cord, catching a particularly lucid, startled and vaguely relaxed stare as he did so, and he smiled behind his facemask. It seemed Starscream wasn’t totally adverse to the idea of ‘facing when he was the one penetrating his partners…

He ‘winked’ at the Seeker, and let himself sink gently on the throbbing member.

Scrapper grunted as his body adjusted to the stretch. He started to move his hips experimentally, moaning a little as the cord inside him brushed against some particularly sensitive sensors. “Well, not as big as I wanted, but it will do,” he muttered, starting to move his body up and down at a sedate pace, taking no heed of Starscream’s pleased gasps. Sure, he wasn’t a partisan of ‘the bigger the better’ in matter of interface array, but he had kind of expected the Seeker to be… well, not so average.

Then again, he mused as his hips rolled back and forth, had he been in control and able to use this part of his anatomy freely, he didn’t doubt for a second Starscream could have sent anyone over the edge in just a few thrusts; Seeker had quite the reputation, after all…

“You like it, don’t you?” he mused as he bent forward to catch the Air Commander’s lips against his helm, nuzzling against him and enjoying the feeling of the soft pliable metal against his rapidly heating frame.

Starscream didn’t try to answer or whimper, he stayed silent and still. Scrapper frowned, but finally shrugged; if the winged mech was enjoying himself for once, he had no reason to protest Scrapper’s ministrations.

A Seeker actually being more of a ‘cord mech’… interesting. And a very pleasant idea, indeed, especially for him. Scrapper had never been one to be on top; he had always preferred to lie down and let his partners do the work, rocking him back and forth with each thrust in his offered body. Such a preference, though, had to be kept secret; most ‘Con were more ‘cord mechs’, - dominants in every aspects, especially in the berth – which Scrapper found fine – it let him with quite the choice of partners who wouldn’t look twice before jumping in berth with him. But to always be the submissive one and enjoying that every single time was seen as a weakness among same 'Cons. Autobots were like that, not true Decepticons.

Scrapper snorted. They were happy, that bunch of grunts obsessed with their own virility, when they found someone willing enough to let them bury themselves to satisfaction.

Still, his preferences would be seen as a… deviance if they were to be known. And so, he was often deprived of his greatest pleasure, being taken.

Hook had offered him quite the occasion to distract himself, he mused as he maintained his pace, deaf to Starscream’s various noises of pleasure. Of course, it wasn’t his dream partner under him, but it was better than nothing, he supposed.

He wondered idly if Skywarp was the same – to which case he would be more than happy to be ridden and pounded in –, or if he was more of a valve mech – in which case Scrapper would reluctantly push asides his owns preferences and frag the dark Seeker senseless.

His pace quickened as he fantasized about the black and purple winged mech, imagining him wild and strong and big and ruthless in berth…

Overload washed over him without surprise; he had felt the charge building for quite a while; as he threw his head back and roared, he could feel his valve tightening around the shaft inside him, squeezing…

Starscream pushed an inarticulate scream and arched his back against the table as he too finally overloaded, and Scrapper grunted as he felt the cold transfluid splashing inside him and cooling his overheated systems.

“Good boy,” he murmured, watching the Seeker trash around, crying out in total rapture. Scrapper watched him through a modified spectrum, and bright red and silver-white had been changed into darker, more pleasant colors.

As he disengaged himself from the Seeker’s body; Starscream emitted a pathetic moan, and one of his hand rose about an inch toward him before falling back, limp once again. Scrapper paid him no mind, as he was busy cleaning the excess fluid from his own body. Then he turned toward his appraising gestalt mates.

“He’s yours,” he said simply to the last of the Constructicons, closing his panel and leaving the downed Seeker without further thought. Sure, it had been nice, but Starscream wasn’t anything exceptional…

The chemist was laughing himself silly as he almost pounced on his awaiting prey. It was going to be so much fun! But unlike his teammates, he didn’t plan to use his valve or cord to amuse himself; he had thought about it, mind you, but it wasn’t really his style… Not when he could get a better deal out of the whole ordeal.

And Hook had offered him one he just hadn't been able to resist

Mixmaster just pushed a single finger inside Starscream’s valve, and brought it back with a glutton smile. Slowly he started to lick the finger clean, optics shuttered in delight, smiling like a gourmet.”Humm… Wonderful mix-mix,” he said happily.

Then he lifted the Seeker’s waist and aligned his face with the quivering valve, before pushing his glossa into the abused opening. Starscream gasped and jerked, but Mixmaster held him well. Happily humming, he started to lap the mix of fluid inside and at the edge of the port, making Starscream writhes in reluctant pleasure.

The other Constructicons glanced at a very satisfied Hook and shared a knowing smile; of course the opportunity of tasting a brew of their combined fluids and Starscream’s lubricant had proved to be a major winning argument to pacify the cement mixer. Their old buddy had always preferred testing new mixes and playing with his glossa than burying the little appendage deep inside a partner’s writhing body.

The cement mixer temporarily left the quivering valve to focus his attentions on Starscream’s depressurized cord, which was still covered in drops of fluid from his previous overload; he lapped the limp appendage with a surprising tenderness, letting his glossa roll all over the surface and rub against the tip, never minding Starscream’s half-hearted (in his opinion) thrashing.

He whined a little once he finished and no more fluid could be collected here; it had been fun, much more than licking a rust stick. Ah, well… There was still others places to explore, he mused as he glanced hungrily at the Seeker’s valve.

But first, there was another area which required his attentions. The mixer crawled upon Starscream’s body, reaching for his face.

Gently, Mixmaster lapped the Seeker’s face, drying away the rivulet of transfluid marring the dark face, glossa sliding on each cheeks, on the chin, under the optics, then beginning to paly with the slightly swollen lips before sliding easily between them. Just as he guessed, the Seeker’s mouth was still full of Scavenger’s transfluid, having been unable to swallow everything.

Mixmaster carefully slide a finger into the wet cavity alongside his glossa, and rubbed at a particuliar spot to gather some of the fluid. As soon as he deemed he had enough, the digit slid out. Slowly, the mixer brought it down and down, before pushing the thick appendage into Starscream’s port and began twisting.

Starscream cried out in surprise, at an almost normal level; he was feeling everything done to him, now, and he was getting sick of lying helpless for anyone to take against his will. As soon as he could move, he was going to send them a dozen null rays’ shots in the face… each.

Mixmaster was still rubbing his digit inside the port, mixing the different fluids inside and savoring Starscream’s more and more audible gasps; his valve was still over sensitive from the previous rough treatment, which only added to Mixmaster’s amusement.

When he judged his concoction was finished, he pulled his finger out and brought it to his own mouth.

“Hummm…. Even better-better,” he giggled happily. Starscream glared at him weakly.

He tried to push Mixmaster away, and to his surprise, his arms responded to his orders. But Mixmaster caught them both and pinned them down effortlessly. “Oh, awake-awake, are you?” he asked, tilting his head.

Starscream twisted and snarled, trying to free himself. But though he could move, he was still lacking in strength, and his struggles proved to be fruitless. Shaking his head in disappointment, Mixmaster managed to pin both arms above the Seeker’s head with only one hand, and used the other to lift his waist a little, before lowering his face.

“Now-now, that was rude-rude; you interrupted my meal-meal,” he chided the Seeker. Starscream gifted him with a particularly disgusted stare, which made Mixmaster giggles even more. “Don’t be-be like that, it-it will soon be over-over.”

And he pushed his glossa inside once again, ignoring the hiss and low whispered threat from the Air Commander, who tried to kick him away, to no avail, the kick only bouncing on the mixer’s armor. The other Constructicons had paused in their work and were now watching the display in amusement.

“Like I said, feisty”, commented Long Haul to which his teammates nodded very seriously. “Look at him kicking,” smiled Bonecrusher, “Doesn’t he look like the perfect pleasurebot?” Nods were exchanged as they watched the Seeker freeze suddenly and shake and cry while another overload took hold of him.

Mixmaster didn’t seem to care; he continued to lick all the fluid s away, savoring each one again and again. He finally consented, however, to leave the inside of the valve to concentrate on the edge and on the previously pristine thighs. His engines revved happily; his had truly granted him the best piece…

Finally, once the Seeker was clean and no lubricant or transfluid remained to be licked away, Miwmaster pulled back, glancing at the Seeker’s irate face while doing so. He just smiled and waved at him, as if nothing absolutely nonconsensual on the Seeker’s part had happened between them.

Starscream’s optics flashed dangerously, dark red interlaced with short flashes of white fury watching over each ones of his tormentors. “I… Will… Kill… You,” he said slowly, with the same venom he had usually reserved for Megatron only.

His fists were clenched, to the point where he could feel his fingers’ joints about to snap. He was profoundly humiliated! He had been nothing more than a fuck toy, not even a whore, for the gestalt, and he was going to make them pay for their liberties. A small, sarcastic part of his mind noted it was an empty threat; they still needed Devastator to win the war, and they still needed the skills o the Constructicons, perid. Another, more fearful part shuddered with fright, thinking it could happen again anytime he wasn’t careful enough or anytime he ended up in the Medbay alone after combat.

That thought alone made him stiffen, but he did not stop glaring at the six green and purple mechs.

The Constructicons laughed good naturedly, not taking him seriously; they had already realized there was not much the Seeker could do about them. Hook shook his head and patted the SIC’s shoulder with affection. “You’re welcome to try, little tramp, but don’t believe it’ll be easy.”

Starscream snarled. “You… fraggers!” He was going to dismantle them in the most painful way possible someday!

“Respect us, Starscream, and perhaps it will not happen again,” said simply Hook, preparing an energon transfusion; Starscream’s system had to be low, after all the overloads he had, and Hook was feeling merciful after the hours of fun he had. Also, he took a small hammer out of subspace; the winged mech was quite dented around the hips and waist…

The red Seeker looked at them crossly one last time, then shut down in recharge without another word, utterly exhausted and unable to remain online anymore for a battle of wits where he clearly wouldn’t have the advantage. Hook patted in gently on the helm. “Sleep well, dearest. And pray I’d never punish you for your insolence yet again,” he whispered quietly into the SIC’s audial.

 

Comments

[katsuko]

Mmmmm... that was absolutely yummy. Non-con, yes, but in that way that doesn't leave a whole lot of damage and bordering on a bit of dub-con.

Thank you so so much for writing this. I adore it so much!

[yami-samuraiflo.livejournal.com]

*smiles*
I'm glad you liked; I rarely write sticky porn, so I wasn't sure it was good...

BTW, cool icon :3

[anon-feather.livejournal.com]

Wow, for someone that doesn't write sticky often, I found the story very, very good :)

[yami-samuraiflo.livejournal.com]

Thank you ^^

[humblebot.livejournal.com]

That was hot! A part of me hopes Screamer gets revenge though. He'd do it in style.

[yami-samuraiflo.livejournal.com]

*nods*
He certainly would; but as I have no further ideas to continue this story, I rather doubt I will write such a part.

[ithilgwath.livejournal.com]

wow uh... I'm not usually a fan of non-con this way (I usually put up with it for the sake of h/c) but... wow that... was hotter than I expected. o_O;

wow.

[yami-samuraiflo.livejournal.com]

*smiles*
Well, I'm glad you liked, especially if you don't usually like that kind of story ^^