[TF] Family Found 04/10
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dracoqueen22Universe: Transformers, Escort AU, All This and Heaven Too
Characters: Sunstreaker/Starscream, Rodimus, Sideswipe, Wrench
Rated: M
Warnings: lost siblings, reunited family, hard choices, angst, bdsm themes, humiliation kink slightly
Description: Sunstreaker didn’t understand why he felt so drawn to Sideswipe, until a mistake revealed the link between them, provoking a turn of events which will change everything.
Family Found
Part Four
It's too easy with Sideswipe.
And maybe that was where the trouble started.
They'd been in scene from the moment Sideswipe stepped through the door. It was what he'd wanted. The scenario, the safe word, the limits -- all had been decided beforehand. A simple nod of reassurance informed Sunstreaker they were still set for the predetermined session.
They fell into their roles with perilous ease. Sideswipe dropped into a submissive mindset between one blink and the next. Sunstreaker followed suit, his training and instincts responding to a willing and eager submissive.
There wasn't anything special or unusual about this session. It was roleplaying, which was the standard fare for Sideswipe's desire for humiliation. He, being the formerly wealthy noble, now sold into slavery to cover his family's bankruptcy. Sunstreaker, the mech of dark deals, with his recently acquired slave who wasn't worth the coin he'd spent.
Sideswipe currently knelt in the middle of the room, hands hanging at his sides, knees slightly apart. A puddle formed on the ground floor him, his array open and both units bared to Sunstreaker's scrutiny.
They'd been found as wanting as Sideswipe's appearance. Sunstreaker had told him so, repeatedly, and the flush of lust in Sideswipe's field had never abated. It was intoxicating. Dizzying. Sunstreaker swore he could taste it.
He circled Sideswipe, predator stalking prey, as he debated what path to take next. Sunstreaker already had an inkling of an idea, and the more he considered it, the more he wanted to follow through. Sideswipe would safeword if he was uncomfortable. But this wasn't on his list of hard stops.
"Please," Sideswipe begged, his vocalizer crackling, barely showing the shame he was supposed to feel. "Please, sir. Find something in me to be of worth."
"I don't think that's possible." Sunstreaker sneered and circled to Sideswipe's front. He crouched in front of him, gripping his chin, turning his face to the left and right. "I thought nobility had the finest in frame designers, but you're as ugly as they come. Or maybe that's the stench of wealth around you."
Sideswipe's vents wheezed. A tremble ran through his frame. "I'll do anything," he whispered.
"Oh, I already know you will. The question is whether or not that 'anything' is worth my time or energy." Sunstreaker cocked his head and let his hand drift down, palm over Sideswipe's chestplate. "Tell me, little noble. Have you ever bared your spark to anyone? Is it as worthless as the rest of you?"
Sideswipe's optics spiraled wide as if he were afraid, but his field pulsed so much lust, Sunstreaker had to cycle a ventilation to keep his concentration. "No, sir," Sideswipe whimpered, and would have turned his head away, if not for Sunstreaker's grip on his chin.
"Ahh, so in this you are unspoiled. How lucky of me." Sunstreaker stroked a finger down Sideswipe's central seam. "Show me."
Sideswipe shook his head. "No, I -- I can't," he said, his voice approaching a sob. "I'm not supposed to-- It's special-- I can't--"
Sunstreaker grabbed him by the intake, squeezing just enough to feel the bob of Sideswipe's swallow. "There's nothing special about you anymore. You're just a toy for my amusement, and when I give you a command, I expect you to obey. Show me."
Sideswipe whimpered, which would have been believable if not for the tide of lust that swarmed Sunstreaker's field, pulsing a volcanic heat. "Please," he begged, voice weak and crackling.
"Now," Sunstreaker demanded, his own vents sharp and eager.
Sideswipe's optics fluttered. He whined, but obeyed, his central seam parting as if begrudgingly, the bright light of his spark peering through.
And bright it was.
Sunstreaker stared, captivated, at the brilliance caught his optics. It was a shimmering blue, surging within the confines of his chamber, little arcs of aroused static leaping from the core. Sunstreaker hadn't seen many sparks in his lifetime, but he knew there was something different about Sideswipe's, something that reminded him of Starscream's. Not the same, but definitely a similarity, as if Sideswipe suffered from the same condition that fed the overabundance of energy in Starscream's spark.
"S-sir?" Sideswipe crackled. "Does it please you?"
"It's hideous," Sunstreaker lied, and it almost hurt him to do so, because that was far from the truth. He stroked the edges of Sideswipe's open chassis, fingers tingling where nips of charge arced out to touch them. "But it'll do."
He cocked his head and eyed Sideswipe. "Tell me, little noble, have you ever watched a facevid? Ever seen what pleasure can be had from the embrace of a spark?" He caught Sideswipe's gaze, asking without words.
His fingers dared sweep briefly inward, brushing the outermost corona of Sideswipe's spark. Sideswipe shuddered, pleasure playing across his face.
He didn't safeword. He didn't call for a pause.
"I... I..." Sideswipe stammered, his expression one of refusal, but his frame leaning further toward Sunstreaker's, urging his fingers deeper.
Sunstreaker's calves ached. He slid to his knees, both hands sweeping the edges of Sideswipe's chestplate now, his attention drawn by the brightness of his spark. "It can be intoxicating," he purred. "Consuming. It can leave a mark on you, one you can never lose."
Sideswipe's intake bobbed. His hands clawed at the tops of his thighs. "Sir, I don't--"
"I didn't ask you what you wanted. It's not about what you want. It's about what you're going to give me." Sunstreaker tipped his head, slipped a hand into Sideswipe's chassis, straight to the second layer of his spark. "And what I'm going to take."
Sunstreaker's chestplates juttered. His spark leaned forward, into the strong glow emanating from Sideswipe's chest, the surge of energy crackling along his fingertips. Sideswipe's spark pulsed at him, cycling faster.
They were close now. Dangerously close.
"After me, you'll be ruined," Sunstreaker murmured, and it was intimate rather than offending. He felt dizzy and distracted. He lost track of the game.
Sideswipe sucked a sharp vent through his intake. His hands scraped furrows in the tops of his thighs. his field burst, crackling with need, and a tendril of charge wrapped around Sunstreaker's fingers.
"I'm going to claim you as mine," Sunstreaker said, his processor spinning. Somehow, his other hand found its way to Sideswipe's side, gripping, pulling him closer. "You're... you're going to be mine."
Sideswipe whimpered.
Light spilled between them, fainter, but equal in hue. Pleasure crackled through Sunstreaker's lines, and he gasped, a jolt running through his frame.
No. You didn't merge with clients. That wasn't done.
"Please," Sideswipe moaned, and hands grasped Sunstreaker on the hips, fingers digging in tightly to his seams, charge nipping at his hand.
Sunstreaker's spark pulsed and surged. He leaned forward, dizzy and lost. The outer edges of their sparks collided, and Sunstreaker jerked. There was something there, something like familiarity and hunger, and like a magnet, he couldn't retreat, he could only sink further.
Sideswipe groaned, a pained, desperate sound. His fingers dug in. He yanked, and their chests collided, naked spark pressed to naked spark, first, second, and tertiary layers falling by the wayside until their cores made contact.
Sunstreaker jerked and shattered, fracturing into a thousand different pieces, his awareness sinking inward before exploding in all directions. Dimly, he heard Sideswipe gasp, felt the grind of metal on metal as their chests scraped together. Engines roared, their foreheads pressed together, optics shuttering.
It was unlike anything he'd ever felt. He'd merged with Starscream before, shallow merges, to the primary and secondary layers only. Those had been merges of pleasure, of joy, of sharing energy.
This felt nothing like this. It felt like being broken apart and brought back together, two puzzle pieces slotting into place. It wasn't pleasure, it was too present, too immediate for that. It didn't feel good, not in the sense of an overload, but it felt right. Like he'd finally found something he'd been missing for a long time.
His spark surged, dancing and spinning in place, feeling as though it were drawn out of his frame, suspended in a liminal space between himself and Sideswipe. Judging by the rise and fall in Sideswipe's field, just outside Sunstreaker's perception, he felt something similar.
There was a moment, a long moment where Sunstreaker stood on the edge of a precipice, and then he tipped over, his spark expanding in a wide burst of joy.
What spilled over him wasn't an overload, but it was satisfying nonetheless. It left him simultaneously energized and exhausted, as his spark reluctantly returned, disengaging with the coiled tendrils of Sideswipe's spark slowly. Uncomfortably.
Sunstreaker gasped as he returned to his frame, his processor spinning, his chestplate sliding shut of its own accord. He wobbled on his knees, exhaustion pouring through him like one of his spark-induced blackouts.
"Wh-what was that?" Sideswipe croaked, sounding as exhausted as Sunstreaker felt.
"I don't know." Sunstreaker sagged, slumping forward, pawing at Sideswipe with weak fingers. He shook, plating clattering, and as much as he felt.. better. Whole. He was also hurting, aching, in a way no words could describe.
He didn't feel right.
Sideswipe stood and dragged Sunstreaker with him, his knees visibly wobbling. They staggered, supporting each other, crashing down on the berth in a tangle of limbs Sunstreaker was too tired to uncoil.
"Recharge," Sunstreaker mumbled.
"Yeah," Sideswipe agreed.
Darkness claimed them.
~
The steady ping of a session alarm urged Sunstreaker out of recharge. He woke slowly, his thoughts coming through a fog, and sat up on the berth, or at least, he tried to. There was another frame wrapped around his own. Crimson made him think Starscream, but the arm was far too bulky. As was the leg thrown over his.
Not Starscream. Sideswipe.
The night before rushed back to his active memory queue.
Primus. He'd never fragged up that badly before.
Embarrassment heated Sunstreaker's cheeks, spiked in his field. Beside him, Sideswipe stirred, rubbing his face on Sunstreaker's shoulder before his optics blinked open sleepily.
"Sunstreaker?"
"I'm sorry," he blurted out as he eased free of Sideswipe's arms, and Sideswipe abruptly scrambled back, doing the same. "Last night went too far. I lost control. We should not have spark merged. That is entirely on me."
Sideswipe shook his head, rubbing sleep from the corner of his optics. "I think I'm to blame, too. I don't know what that was... but I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to." His forehead drew down with thought, but no anger. "I apologize, too."
Sunstreaker slipped off the berth. He needed distance from Sideswipe, lest he give in to the urge to press himself to Sideswipe once more. "I think, for a week or so, it's best if I don't accept one of your sessions."
"Yeah, I think so, too." Sideswipe scrubbed a hand over his head and eased off the berth on the other side. "I've merged before, not that deeply of course, but it's never felt like that. I don't know. Maybe it was the scene? Maybe it's because I've probably spent too much time here." He paused, cracking a half smile. "At least, according to my investors."
Sunstreaker folded his arms over his chassis. His spark was quiet, comfortable in his casing. It didn't seem ready to leap out, but now, he didn't trust it. He didn't trust himself.
"Maybe," he hedged. "I'm not a medic, so I can't guess." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'll refund some of your fee--"
Sideswipe held up a hand. "No, that's not necessary. You're still the best dom I've ever had, and like I said, I think it's my fault, too." He scrubbed the back of his head and smiled. "So we'll just... forget it happened, take some distance, and try again later. Start small."
"You're very generous." Sunstreaker dipped his head in a bow that would have made Streamline happy. "Thank you for your forgiveness."
Sideswipe made a face. "You don't have to do that either. I'm paying you for your time, yeah, but you're not my servant or anything. You know you can tell me to frag off, right?"
"I know now." Sunstreaker managed a thin smile and checked his chronometer. "You still have about an hour, would you like me to--"
"No. It's fine. I'll take it from here." Sideswipe smiled to take the edge off his brusque tone. "I don't trust myself touching you right now."
Neither did Sunstreaker, but he didn't want to say it. "Understood." He paused, looked around the chamber as if evidence of their rule-breaking was painted around the marble.
It wasn't.
"I will be here," Sunstreaker said as he backed toward the door. "If you are ever comfortable to see me again."
"I will," Sideswipe said, and his smile was more genuine this time, soft and encouraging. "I promise."
Sunstreaker tipped his head and excused himself.
He went straight for the shared washracks. It was early enough they were empty, and Sunstreaker scrubbed himself clean, taking note of the paint streaks in his armor, places where they'd curled together in their recharge.
On his chestplate as well, where he and Sideswipe had scraped together during their almost desperate merge. Sunstreaker went cold at the sight of them, and touched them up in the washrack before he dared go back to his suite.
He felt... odd. That was the closest word he could find to describe it. His usual weakness was gone, but in its place was a lingering arousal, a damp heat curling in his groin. His spark felt settled, eager even, and a part of him longed to merge with Sideswipe again, in case it meant he could indulge in this sensation over and over again.
He thought about Sideswipe, but only briefly, before his thoughts turned to Starscream. He hadn't held his Seeker in so long. And he owed Starscream an apology. Things between them were tense, and Sunstreaker hated it.
He hated sleeping without Starscream two nights ago, and he hated that he'd had no control over himself last night. That he'd given to Sideswipe what he'd never meant to give to anyone, and if it was going to be anyone, it would have been Starscream.
Sunstreaker swung by the supply room first, ordering a large tray of all Starscream's favorite treats to be delivered as soon as possible. He also selected a decanter of one of their finest engexes, and a box of the best polishing kit they had in stock. He charged it all to his personal account -- flush as of late thanks to Sideswipe.
Only then did he return to the hab he shared with Starscream. Disappointingly, it was empty. As this was Starscream's rest day also, that was a bit unusual. Sunstreaker hoped it meant he was out with Drift or Rodimus or perhaps getting detailed by one of the staff. He prayed it didn't mean Starscream was avoiding him still.
Sunstreaker waited, tidying the room as he did so, refusing to think about what had happened between himself and Sideswipe. He changed the berth covers, cleaned up the desks, picked up the random bits of items from the floor, fluffed the pillows on the window seat, and restocked their various supplies.
The engex and candies arrived before Starscream did.
A bit disappointed, Sunstreaker arranged the suite in anticipation of Starscream’s return. He set out both gifts where Starscream could see them immediately, and then he settled into the windowseat with a datanovel. He didn’t manage more than a few pages, too busy sneaking glances at the door, and resisting the urge to track Starscream down.
The door opened, an hour later, and only self-control kept Sunstreaker from leaping out of the windowseat with relief.
Starscream poked his head inside, spying Sunstreaker in the seat. He appeared to deliberate for a moment before he slipped into the room, letting the door shut behind him.
“Welcome back,” Sunstreaker said, careful to keep his tone neutral. He made a show of marking his place in the datanovel he wasn’t actually reading and set it aside.
Starscream flicked a look at him, but didn’t respond. Still sulking then. Good to know.
Sunstreaker sighed and slid off the windowseat as Starscream approached his berth, almost immediately spying the gifts Sunstreaker left for him. He flipped open the box of treats, tracing them with his optics, and lifted the bottle of engex, peering at the label as though it held the secrets of the universe.
"What's this?” he asked as he set the engex down and rifled through the treat box. “A bribe?"
"An apology,” Sunstreaker corrected.
"Same difference." Starscream popped one into his mouth, humming a little as he ate it. "You're lucky these are my favorite," he said with a sidelong look. "How was your overnight?"
"I missed you," Sunstreaker answered honestly. He approached Starscream carefully, waiting for his Seeker to refuse him. "Clients are one thing. You're something entirely different."
"Your roommate," Starscream said, and slipped another treat into his mouth. He didn't look at Sunstreaker, but his frame language seemed receptive enough.
Sunstreaker nibbled on his bottom lip. "Not just," he murmured and embraced his Seeker from behind, pressing a kiss to a wing edge. "Best friend would be better."
"Is that all?" Starscream played at disinterest, but his field was warm and malleable where it pressed to Sunstreaker's. "And when do you see Sideswipe next?"
"Not for a week at least. Possibly more." Sunstreaker mouthed the wing edge, dragging his lips and glossa along it, Starscream shivering in his arms. "I want to spend time with you instead."
Starscream leaned back into the embrace, though he didn't immediately return it. “I'm not sure you've earned the pleasure of my company."
Sunstreaker's hand slid down from Starscream's belly to his groin, fingers rubbing soft circles over his interface array panel. "I could try," he murmured.
The panel opened for him, and Sunstreaker's engine purred as his fingers found the ring in Starscream's anterior node and gave it a small tug. Starscream sucked in an intake, his fingers fluttering over Sunstreaker's chestplate.
Starscream grabbed another treat before he spun in Sunstreaker's arms, his slowly pressurizing spike bumping against Sunstreaker's lower belly. "Convince me," he said, his optics bright and eager. "Maybe I'll forgive you."
Sunstreaker kissed him, his hands on his Seeker's hips, drawing their frames close. He tasted sweetness on Starscream's lips, traced Starscream's denta with his glossa, and stroked his field over Starscream's frame.
Primus but he'd missed this.
Starscream hummed into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor. Sunstreaker tasted him, again and again, deepening the kiss until Starscream sagged against him, engine purring Sunstreaker's favorite pitch.
Only then did he drop the kiss and also sink to his knees, nuzzling Starscream's groin with blatant interest. He curved his hands around the back of Starscream's thighs, encouraging him to drape one leg over Sunstreaker's shoulder.
Starscream shivered, one hand landing on Sunstreaker's head. "This is a good start," he said.
Sunstreaker wrapped his lips around Starscream's spike and gave it a good, long suck, his glossa dancing over the tip. A breathy sigh met his audials, and Sunstreaker sucked him down again and again, laving attention over the length of it, occasionally pausing to swipe the tip of his glossa over Starscream's pierced caudal node.
Starscream's knees wobbled. Both hands clutched at Sunstreaker's head. His vents came in sharper bursts. "Even better," he panted.
He came off Starscream's spike with a loud slurp and nuzzled lower, laving briefly over Starscream's node before ducking his head to get at Starscream's valve. Starscream had to dip a little, thighs parting wider, for Sunstreaker to reach, until he curved over Sunstreaker, thighs tangibly quivering.
"S-Sunny, I'm going to fall," Starscream gasped, his hips bucking against Sunstreaker's mouth, his anterior node pulsing a throb of want against Sunstreaker's lips.
Sunstreaker gave him another long, savoring lick before he looked up, entranced by the heat glowing Starscream’s cheeks. “I’ll catch you,” he promised, and cradled Starscream’s hips, hands cupping that barely-there aft.
Starscream looked down at him, his optics warm with desire and approval. “Since when are you so robust?”
“It’s something new,” Sunstreaker said. He pressed a kiss to Starscream’s anterior node and rose, hands cupping Starscream’s aft as he did so. He squeezed and lifted, and Starscream moaned as he wrapped his legs around Starscream’s waist. “Berth?”
Hands draped over his shoulders as Starscream nuzzled into his intake, lips coasting a searing path over his cables. “Yes, definitely,” he breathed.
“Good.” Sunstreaker shifted his grip, ensuring he had a good one, and lifted Starscream toward the nearest berth, which happened to be his own.
Once upon a time, he might have tossed Starscream playfully onto the berth. Not this time. Instead, he lay Starscream upon it, gently, his lips painting a careful path from Starscream’s chin, down his intake, across his chestplate, over his central seam, and across the planes of his belly.
Starscream squirmed beneath him, his vents coming hotter and faster, his hands petting everything within reach. “Please, Sunny,” he begged.
“Soon,” Sunstreaker promised. He cupped Starscream’s thighs, pushed them up and back, and closed his mouth around the tip of Starscream’s spike again.
He licked away pearls of prefluid and swallowed around Starscream, loving the taste of him, the sensation of Starscream on his glossa, the way Starscream writhed beneath him, his field clinging to Sunstreaker’s with sticky tendrils. This. This was what he wanted. What he truly needed.
Sunstreaker lapped at Starscream’s valve, paying special attention to his swollen nodes, to the slick dribbling freely from him. He tasted hot and sweet, and he kept making these urgent noises which shot straight to Sunstreaker’s array.
His panel popped, spike emerging in a slick glide. Sunstreaker stroked Starscream’s thighs and straightened, bracing his arms to either side of Starscream’s frame as he notched against Starscream’s valve. He rolled his hips once, twice, the head of his spike painting itself in Starscream’s slick.
Long legs wrapped around his waist, urging him forward. Starscream’s hands slid over his chassis, talons plucking lines of charge against his seams.
“Frag me,” Starscream demanded, his vocals breathy, his optics bright with hunger, his field enveloping Sunstreaker.
He had to kiss him again.
Sunstreaker did, mouth falling over Starscream’s, glossa plunging inside to claim him. He rocked his hips, grinding against Starscream until the Seeker canted his hips and Sunstreaker slid into him in one smooth push.
Pleasure rippled through him on a wave of crackling heat. His spark danced in his chamber, not with the urge to connect as it had with Sideswipe, but out of sheer joy.
Starscream moaned, rising to meet him, talons digging into his seams, sighing into the kiss. He was warm and pliant, eager beneath Sunstreaker, and he couldn’t imagine anything better, anyone he cared for more.
Whatever had happened with Sideswipe didn’t matter.
Starscream was the one he wanted.
Starscream was the only one he wanted.
***
Characters: Sunstreaker/Starscream, Rodimus, Sideswipe, Wrench
Rated: M
Warnings: lost siblings, reunited family, hard choices, angst, bdsm themes, humiliation kink slightly
Description: Sunstreaker didn’t understand why he felt so drawn to Sideswipe, until a mistake revealed the link between them, provoking a turn of events which will change everything.
Part Four
It's too easy with Sideswipe.
And maybe that was where the trouble started.
They'd been in scene from the moment Sideswipe stepped through the door. It was what he'd wanted. The scenario, the safe word, the limits -- all had been decided beforehand. A simple nod of reassurance informed Sunstreaker they were still set for the predetermined session.
They fell into their roles with perilous ease. Sideswipe dropped into a submissive mindset between one blink and the next. Sunstreaker followed suit, his training and instincts responding to a willing and eager submissive.
There wasn't anything special or unusual about this session. It was roleplaying, which was the standard fare for Sideswipe's desire for humiliation. He, being the formerly wealthy noble, now sold into slavery to cover his family's bankruptcy. Sunstreaker, the mech of dark deals, with his recently acquired slave who wasn't worth the coin he'd spent.
Sideswipe currently knelt in the middle of the room, hands hanging at his sides, knees slightly apart. A puddle formed on the ground floor him, his array open and both units bared to Sunstreaker's scrutiny.
They'd been found as wanting as Sideswipe's appearance. Sunstreaker had told him so, repeatedly, and the flush of lust in Sideswipe's field had never abated. It was intoxicating. Dizzying. Sunstreaker swore he could taste it.
He circled Sideswipe, predator stalking prey, as he debated what path to take next. Sunstreaker already had an inkling of an idea, and the more he considered it, the more he wanted to follow through. Sideswipe would safeword if he was uncomfortable. But this wasn't on his list of hard stops.
"Please," Sideswipe begged, his vocalizer crackling, barely showing the shame he was supposed to feel. "Please, sir. Find something in me to be of worth."
"I don't think that's possible." Sunstreaker sneered and circled to Sideswipe's front. He crouched in front of him, gripping his chin, turning his face to the left and right. "I thought nobility had the finest in frame designers, but you're as ugly as they come. Or maybe that's the stench of wealth around you."
Sideswipe's vents wheezed. A tremble ran through his frame. "I'll do anything," he whispered.
"Oh, I already know you will. The question is whether or not that 'anything' is worth my time or energy." Sunstreaker cocked his head and let his hand drift down, palm over Sideswipe's chestplate. "Tell me, little noble. Have you ever bared your spark to anyone? Is it as worthless as the rest of you?"
Sideswipe's optics spiraled wide as if he were afraid, but his field pulsed so much lust, Sunstreaker had to cycle a ventilation to keep his concentration. "No, sir," Sideswipe whimpered, and would have turned his head away, if not for Sunstreaker's grip on his chin.
"Ahh, so in this you are unspoiled. How lucky of me." Sunstreaker stroked a finger down Sideswipe's central seam. "Show me."
Sideswipe shook his head. "No, I -- I can't," he said, his voice approaching a sob. "I'm not supposed to-- It's special-- I can't--"
Sunstreaker grabbed him by the intake, squeezing just enough to feel the bob of Sideswipe's swallow. "There's nothing special about you anymore. You're just a toy for my amusement, and when I give you a command, I expect you to obey. Show me."
Sideswipe whimpered, which would have been believable if not for the tide of lust that swarmed Sunstreaker's field, pulsing a volcanic heat. "Please," he begged, voice weak and crackling.
"Now," Sunstreaker demanded, his own vents sharp and eager.
Sideswipe's optics fluttered. He whined, but obeyed, his central seam parting as if begrudgingly, the bright light of his spark peering through.
And bright it was.
Sunstreaker stared, captivated, at the brilliance caught his optics. It was a shimmering blue, surging within the confines of his chamber, little arcs of aroused static leaping from the core. Sunstreaker hadn't seen many sparks in his lifetime, but he knew there was something different about Sideswipe's, something that reminded him of Starscream's. Not the same, but definitely a similarity, as if Sideswipe suffered from the same condition that fed the overabundance of energy in Starscream's spark.
"S-sir?" Sideswipe crackled. "Does it please you?"
"It's hideous," Sunstreaker lied, and it almost hurt him to do so, because that was far from the truth. He stroked the edges of Sideswipe's open chassis, fingers tingling where nips of charge arced out to touch them. "But it'll do."
He cocked his head and eyed Sideswipe. "Tell me, little noble, have you ever watched a facevid? Ever seen what pleasure can be had from the embrace of a spark?" He caught Sideswipe's gaze, asking without words.
His fingers dared sweep briefly inward, brushing the outermost corona of Sideswipe's spark. Sideswipe shuddered, pleasure playing across his face.
He didn't safeword. He didn't call for a pause.
"I... I..." Sideswipe stammered, his expression one of refusal, but his frame leaning further toward Sunstreaker's, urging his fingers deeper.
Sunstreaker's calves ached. He slid to his knees, both hands sweeping the edges of Sideswipe's chestplate now, his attention drawn by the brightness of his spark. "It can be intoxicating," he purred. "Consuming. It can leave a mark on you, one you can never lose."
Sideswipe's intake bobbed. His hands clawed at the tops of his thighs. "Sir, I don't--"
"I didn't ask you what you wanted. It's not about what you want. It's about what you're going to give me." Sunstreaker tipped his head, slipped a hand into Sideswipe's chassis, straight to the second layer of his spark. "And what I'm going to take."
Sunstreaker's chestplates juttered. His spark leaned forward, into the strong glow emanating from Sideswipe's chest, the surge of energy crackling along his fingertips. Sideswipe's spark pulsed at him, cycling faster.
They were close now. Dangerously close.
"After me, you'll be ruined," Sunstreaker murmured, and it was intimate rather than offending. He felt dizzy and distracted. He lost track of the game.
Sideswipe sucked a sharp vent through his intake. His hands scraped furrows in the tops of his thighs. his field burst, crackling with need, and a tendril of charge wrapped around Sunstreaker's fingers.
"I'm going to claim you as mine," Sunstreaker said, his processor spinning. Somehow, his other hand found its way to Sideswipe's side, gripping, pulling him closer. "You're... you're going to be mine."
Sideswipe whimpered.
Light spilled between them, fainter, but equal in hue. Pleasure crackled through Sunstreaker's lines, and he gasped, a jolt running through his frame.
No. You didn't merge with clients. That wasn't done.
"Please," Sideswipe moaned, and hands grasped Sunstreaker on the hips, fingers digging in tightly to his seams, charge nipping at his hand.
Sunstreaker's spark pulsed and surged. He leaned forward, dizzy and lost. The outer edges of their sparks collided, and Sunstreaker jerked. There was something there, something like familiarity and hunger, and like a magnet, he couldn't retreat, he could only sink further.
Sideswipe groaned, a pained, desperate sound. His fingers dug in. He yanked, and their chests collided, naked spark pressed to naked spark, first, second, and tertiary layers falling by the wayside until their cores made contact.
Sunstreaker jerked and shattered, fracturing into a thousand different pieces, his awareness sinking inward before exploding in all directions. Dimly, he heard Sideswipe gasp, felt the grind of metal on metal as their chests scraped together. Engines roared, their foreheads pressed together, optics shuttering.
It was unlike anything he'd ever felt. He'd merged with Starscream before, shallow merges, to the primary and secondary layers only. Those had been merges of pleasure, of joy, of sharing energy.
This felt nothing like this. It felt like being broken apart and brought back together, two puzzle pieces slotting into place. It wasn't pleasure, it was too present, too immediate for that. It didn't feel good, not in the sense of an overload, but it felt right. Like he'd finally found something he'd been missing for a long time.
His spark surged, dancing and spinning in place, feeling as though it were drawn out of his frame, suspended in a liminal space between himself and Sideswipe. Judging by the rise and fall in Sideswipe's field, just outside Sunstreaker's perception, he felt something similar.
There was a moment, a long moment where Sunstreaker stood on the edge of a precipice, and then he tipped over, his spark expanding in a wide burst of joy.
What spilled over him wasn't an overload, but it was satisfying nonetheless. It left him simultaneously energized and exhausted, as his spark reluctantly returned, disengaging with the coiled tendrils of Sideswipe's spark slowly. Uncomfortably.
Sunstreaker gasped as he returned to his frame, his processor spinning, his chestplate sliding shut of its own accord. He wobbled on his knees, exhaustion pouring through him like one of his spark-induced blackouts.
"Wh-what was that?" Sideswipe croaked, sounding as exhausted as Sunstreaker felt.
"I don't know." Sunstreaker sagged, slumping forward, pawing at Sideswipe with weak fingers. He shook, plating clattering, and as much as he felt.. better. Whole. He was also hurting, aching, in a way no words could describe.
He didn't feel right.
Sideswipe stood and dragged Sunstreaker with him, his knees visibly wobbling. They staggered, supporting each other, crashing down on the berth in a tangle of limbs Sunstreaker was too tired to uncoil.
"Recharge," Sunstreaker mumbled.
"Yeah," Sideswipe agreed.
Darkness claimed them.
The steady ping of a session alarm urged Sunstreaker out of recharge. He woke slowly, his thoughts coming through a fog, and sat up on the berth, or at least, he tried to. There was another frame wrapped around his own. Crimson made him think Starscream, but the arm was far too bulky. As was the leg thrown over his.
Not Starscream. Sideswipe.
The night before rushed back to his active memory queue.
Primus. He'd never fragged up that badly before.
Embarrassment heated Sunstreaker's cheeks, spiked in his field. Beside him, Sideswipe stirred, rubbing his face on Sunstreaker's shoulder before his optics blinked open sleepily.
"Sunstreaker?"
"I'm sorry," he blurted out as he eased free of Sideswipe's arms, and Sideswipe abruptly scrambled back, doing the same. "Last night went too far. I lost control. We should not have spark merged. That is entirely on me."
Sideswipe shook his head, rubbing sleep from the corner of his optics. "I think I'm to blame, too. I don't know what that was... but I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to." His forehead drew down with thought, but no anger. "I apologize, too."
Sunstreaker slipped off the berth. He needed distance from Sideswipe, lest he give in to the urge to press himself to Sideswipe once more. "I think, for a week or so, it's best if I don't accept one of your sessions."
"Yeah, I think so, too." Sideswipe scrubbed a hand over his head and eased off the berth on the other side. "I've merged before, not that deeply of course, but it's never felt like that. I don't know. Maybe it was the scene? Maybe it's because I've probably spent too much time here." He paused, cracking a half smile. "At least, according to my investors."
Sunstreaker folded his arms over his chassis. His spark was quiet, comfortable in his casing. It didn't seem ready to leap out, but now, he didn't trust it. He didn't trust himself.
"Maybe," he hedged. "I'm not a medic, so I can't guess." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'll refund some of your fee--"
Sideswipe held up a hand. "No, that's not necessary. You're still the best dom I've ever had, and like I said, I think it's my fault, too." He scrubbed the back of his head and smiled. "So we'll just... forget it happened, take some distance, and try again later. Start small."
"You're very generous." Sunstreaker dipped his head in a bow that would have made Streamline happy. "Thank you for your forgiveness."
Sideswipe made a face. "You don't have to do that either. I'm paying you for your time, yeah, but you're not my servant or anything. You know you can tell me to frag off, right?"
"I know now." Sunstreaker managed a thin smile and checked his chronometer. "You still have about an hour, would you like me to--"
"No. It's fine. I'll take it from here." Sideswipe smiled to take the edge off his brusque tone. "I don't trust myself touching you right now."
Neither did Sunstreaker, but he didn't want to say it. "Understood." He paused, looked around the chamber as if evidence of their rule-breaking was painted around the marble.
It wasn't.
"I will be here," Sunstreaker said as he backed toward the door. "If you are ever comfortable to see me again."
"I will," Sideswipe said, and his smile was more genuine this time, soft and encouraging. "I promise."
Sunstreaker tipped his head and excused himself.
He went straight for the shared washracks. It was early enough they were empty, and Sunstreaker scrubbed himself clean, taking note of the paint streaks in his armor, places where they'd curled together in their recharge.
On his chestplate as well, where he and Sideswipe had scraped together during their almost desperate merge. Sunstreaker went cold at the sight of them, and touched them up in the washrack before he dared go back to his suite.
He felt... odd. That was the closest word he could find to describe it. His usual weakness was gone, but in its place was a lingering arousal, a damp heat curling in his groin. His spark felt settled, eager even, and a part of him longed to merge with Sideswipe again, in case it meant he could indulge in this sensation over and over again.
He thought about Sideswipe, but only briefly, before his thoughts turned to Starscream. He hadn't held his Seeker in so long. And he owed Starscream an apology. Things between them were tense, and Sunstreaker hated it.
He hated sleeping without Starscream two nights ago, and he hated that he'd had no control over himself last night. That he'd given to Sideswipe what he'd never meant to give to anyone, and if it was going to be anyone, it would have been Starscream.
Sunstreaker swung by the supply room first, ordering a large tray of all Starscream's favorite treats to be delivered as soon as possible. He also selected a decanter of one of their finest engexes, and a box of the best polishing kit they had in stock. He charged it all to his personal account -- flush as of late thanks to Sideswipe.
Only then did he return to the hab he shared with Starscream. Disappointingly, it was empty. As this was Starscream's rest day also, that was a bit unusual. Sunstreaker hoped it meant he was out with Drift or Rodimus or perhaps getting detailed by one of the staff. He prayed it didn't mean Starscream was avoiding him still.
Sunstreaker waited, tidying the room as he did so, refusing to think about what had happened between himself and Sideswipe. He changed the berth covers, cleaned up the desks, picked up the random bits of items from the floor, fluffed the pillows on the window seat, and restocked their various supplies.
The engex and candies arrived before Starscream did.
A bit disappointed, Sunstreaker arranged the suite in anticipation of Starscream’s return. He set out both gifts where Starscream could see them immediately, and then he settled into the windowseat with a datanovel. He didn’t manage more than a few pages, too busy sneaking glances at the door, and resisting the urge to track Starscream down.
The door opened, an hour later, and only self-control kept Sunstreaker from leaping out of the windowseat with relief.
Starscream poked his head inside, spying Sunstreaker in the seat. He appeared to deliberate for a moment before he slipped into the room, letting the door shut behind him.
“Welcome back,” Sunstreaker said, careful to keep his tone neutral. He made a show of marking his place in the datanovel he wasn’t actually reading and set it aside.
Starscream flicked a look at him, but didn’t respond. Still sulking then. Good to know.
Sunstreaker sighed and slid off the windowseat as Starscream approached his berth, almost immediately spying the gifts Sunstreaker left for him. He flipped open the box of treats, tracing them with his optics, and lifted the bottle of engex, peering at the label as though it held the secrets of the universe.
"What's this?” he asked as he set the engex down and rifled through the treat box. “A bribe?"
"An apology,” Sunstreaker corrected.
"Same difference." Starscream popped one into his mouth, humming a little as he ate it. "You're lucky these are my favorite," he said with a sidelong look. "How was your overnight?"
"I missed you," Sunstreaker answered honestly. He approached Starscream carefully, waiting for his Seeker to refuse him. "Clients are one thing. You're something entirely different."
"Your roommate," Starscream said, and slipped another treat into his mouth. He didn't look at Sunstreaker, but his frame language seemed receptive enough.
Sunstreaker nibbled on his bottom lip. "Not just," he murmured and embraced his Seeker from behind, pressing a kiss to a wing edge. "Best friend would be better."
"Is that all?" Starscream played at disinterest, but his field was warm and malleable where it pressed to Sunstreaker's. "And when do you see Sideswipe next?"
"Not for a week at least. Possibly more." Sunstreaker mouthed the wing edge, dragging his lips and glossa along it, Starscream shivering in his arms. "I want to spend time with you instead."
Starscream leaned back into the embrace, though he didn't immediately return it. “I'm not sure you've earned the pleasure of my company."
Sunstreaker's hand slid down from Starscream's belly to his groin, fingers rubbing soft circles over his interface array panel. "I could try," he murmured.
The panel opened for him, and Sunstreaker's engine purred as his fingers found the ring in Starscream's anterior node and gave it a small tug. Starscream sucked in an intake, his fingers fluttering over Sunstreaker's chestplate.
Starscream grabbed another treat before he spun in Sunstreaker's arms, his slowly pressurizing spike bumping against Sunstreaker's lower belly. "Convince me," he said, his optics bright and eager. "Maybe I'll forgive you."
Sunstreaker kissed him, his hands on his Seeker's hips, drawing their frames close. He tasted sweetness on Starscream's lips, traced Starscream's denta with his glossa, and stroked his field over Starscream's frame.
Primus but he'd missed this.
Starscream hummed into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor. Sunstreaker tasted him, again and again, deepening the kiss until Starscream sagged against him, engine purring Sunstreaker's favorite pitch.
Only then did he drop the kiss and also sink to his knees, nuzzling Starscream's groin with blatant interest. He curved his hands around the back of Starscream's thighs, encouraging him to drape one leg over Sunstreaker's shoulder.
Starscream shivered, one hand landing on Sunstreaker's head. "This is a good start," he said.
Sunstreaker wrapped his lips around Starscream's spike and gave it a good, long suck, his glossa dancing over the tip. A breathy sigh met his audials, and Sunstreaker sucked him down again and again, laving attention over the length of it, occasionally pausing to swipe the tip of his glossa over Starscream's pierced caudal node.
Starscream's knees wobbled. Both hands clutched at Sunstreaker's head. His vents came in sharper bursts. "Even better," he panted.
He came off Starscream's spike with a loud slurp and nuzzled lower, laving briefly over Starscream's node before ducking his head to get at Starscream's valve. Starscream had to dip a little, thighs parting wider, for Sunstreaker to reach, until he curved over Sunstreaker, thighs tangibly quivering.
"S-Sunny, I'm going to fall," Starscream gasped, his hips bucking against Sunstreaker's mouth, his anterior node pulsing a throb of want against Sunstreaker's lips.
Sunstreaker gave him another long, savoring lick before he looked up, entranced by the heat glowing Starscream’s cheeks. “I’ll catch you,” he promised, and cradled Starscream’s hips, hands cupping that barely-there aft.
Starscream looked down at him, his optics warm with desire and approval. “Since when are you so robust?”
“It’s something new,” Sunstreaker said. He pressed a kiss to Starscream’s anterior node and rose, hands cupping Starscream’s aft as he did so. He squeezed and lifted, and Starscream moaned as he wrapped his legs around Starscream’s waist. “Berth?”
Hands draped over his shoulders as Starscream nuzzled into his intake, lips coasting a searing path over his cables. “Yes, definitely,” he breathed.
“Good.” Sunstreaker shifted his grip, ensuring he had a good one, and lifted Starscream toward the nearest berth, which happened to be his own.
Once upon a time, he might have tossed Starscream playfully onto the berth. Not this time. Instead, he lay Starscream upon it, gently, his lips painting a careful path from Starscream’s chin, down his intake, across his chestplate, over his central seam, and across the planes of his belly.
Starscream squirmed beneath him, his vents coming hotter and faster, his hands petting everything within reach. “Please, Sunny,” he begged.
“Soon,” Sunstreaker promised. He cupped Starscream’s thighs, pushed them up and back, and closed his mouth around the tip of Starscream’s spike again.
He licked away pearls of prefluid and swallowed around Starscream, loving the taste of him, the sensation of Starscream on his glossa, the way Starscream writhed beneath him, his field clinging to Sunstreaker’s with sticky tendrils. This. This was what he wanted. What he truly needed.
Sunstreaker lapped at Starscream’s valve, paying special attention to his swollen nodes, to the slick dribbling freely from him. He tasted hot and sweet, and he kept making these urgent noises which shot straight to Sunstreaker’s array.
His panel popped, spike emerging in a slick glide. Sunstreaker stroked Starscream’s thighs and straightened, bracing his arms to either side of Starscream’s frame as he notched against Starscream’s valve. He rolled his hips once, twice, the head of his spike painting itself in Starscream’s slick.
Long legs wrapped around his waist, urging him forward. Starscream’s hands slid over his chassis, talons plucking lines of charge against his seams.
“Frag me,” Starscream demanded, his vocals breathy, his optics bright with hunger, his field enveloping Sunstreaker.
He had to kiss him again.
Sunstreaker did, mouth falling over Starscream’s, glossa plunging inside to claim him. He rocked his hips, grinding against Starscream until the Seeker canted his hips and Sunstreaker slid into him in one smooth push.
Pleasure rippled through him on a wave of crackling heat. His spark danced in his chamber, not with the urge to connect as it had with Sideswipe, but out of sheer joy.
Starscream moaned, rising to meet him, talons digging into his seams, sighing into the kiss. He was warm and pliant, eager beneath Sunstreaker, and he couldn’t imagine anything better, anyone he cared for more.
Whatever had happened with Sideswipe didn’t matter.
Starscream was the one he wanted.
Starscream was the only one he wanted.
