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Watch Me	By : bleedingink Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 2369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Ooh! Thank you for the review, Phoenix13! I hadn’t planned on there being a second chapter, but since I’m feeling so generous… :P

Chapter 2

“Heh, she’s not so bad lookin’, eh TC?”

The cobalt seeker stared through the bars, looking the femme from head to toe. “Pink isn’t my color,” he deadpanned. Skywarp threw his hands up, defeated. Behind them, Starscream’s haughty stride echoed throughout the prison; “What are you two malfunctions doing here?” The darkest of the trio smirked, rubbing his hands together with malicious fervor. “Just admiring the scenery, Boss.”

Elita-One continued to lay there, her gaze unwavering as she faced the floor in shame, trying to ignore the Decepticons’ hungry looks. Starscream, that bastard jet, took everything from her—he broke her completely. “Elita-One… Stand up,” the white jet commanded. She winced at his voice—the same shrieking voice that remained within her CPU since their forced coupling. And with impatience clipping his tone; “Get up!”

The female commander did as she was ordered and stood, using the pathetic berth as a prop. Thundercracker immediately took note of her posture and narrowed his gaze at the other two seekers—who were clearly more interested in her lack of pelvic armor. “Starscream, forgive me for being so out of line, but… You didn’t, did you? Please tell me you didn’t…”

Starscream’s wings twitch slightly with unease; “Why?”
The elder brother simply averted his attention elsewhere, the truth revealing itself within his trineleader’s body language. Skywarp, however, growled longingly; “It’s been so long since I’ve had a femme! Please! Commander, may I?” The darker jet could already feel his spike pressing against his pelvic armor, leaking just enough fluid to be annoying.

Starscream contemplated allowing his youngest trinemate near the female. And that’s when the blue mech stepped between them; “Commander, sir—I don’t think it’d be a good idea for any of us to approach her.” Skywarp sneered and pounced the larger seeker, unsuccessful in bringing him down, so he settled on gnawing on his sensitive wings instead. “’Warp, seriously? Get off.” He shoved the mech from his body and returned his gaze to Starscream.

For a moment, the air commander held Elita’s optics; both saying nothing, yet everything. He absently disengaged the electric barricade and stepped closer. “I hear the Autobot females were programmed to remain receptive…” he mused, cupping her chin. “While Decepticons were so potentially dangerous, our females only go into heat every so often… Cutting back our numbers considerably.” Thundercracker’s optics widened; “Starscream… We can’t! Megatron will kill all three of us!” Skywarp gave his brother a playful jab with his elbow and followed in after their commander. “Stop worrying so much, TC. Just think—we’ll go out blissfully sated!”

The cobalt jet shook his head and turned to begin his way back down the corridor. “I can’t do this… I have a young daughter to think about.”

By this time, Starscream had already shoved Elita onto the cold berth. “Hey, ‘Screamer…” Skywarp started, observing the painful cringe upon the femme’s visage, “What if she… ya know?” The air commander gave an irritated snort and removed his spike cover. “We’ll kill her. Just say she tried to escape, and we had no choice.” The dark jet tilted his helm to the side thoughtfully; “Works for me!”

Elita was soon positioned onto her hands and knees, the trineleader standing at her aft, while the other stood by her head; “Hey! How come you get to fuck her? Haven’t you had enough Autobot valve!?” Starscream hissed, “Silence! I’m your superior! I get to choose who takes her and who’s left with an aching spike!” Skywarp wrinkled his nose and took hold of his own spike, his other hand jerking Elita’s head back as he mumbled something—probably insults—and forced his throbbing erection past her lips.

The other seeker grinned in triumph and penetrated her valve, shivering at the familiar contact. Elita screamed around the thick spike, each hard thrust causing it to slip further and further down her throat. Starscream gripped her hips tightly as he assaulted her sodden hole, his body hunched over her back, his breaths short and rhythmic. Skywarp had to admit that his incredibly arrogant trineleader was so incredibly hot when he was concentrating on something a little more productive than attempting to take down Megatron. As if mimicking the mech’s actions, he tightened his hold on Elita’s helm and began to move his hips in time with Starscream’s own.

The female instinctively swallowed, squeezing the length against the roof of her mouth. Skywarp emitted a groan in response and looked to his commander once more; “’Screamer…” The white jet glanced up, only to feel the other’s hand behind his helm, pulling him closer; their lips melding in a fervent kiss. Below them, Elita squirmed, her valve clenching the mech’s phallus as she absently swirled her glossa around the other. Both seekers were well endowed, she’d give them that.

Boldly, though, she forced her lower half back with every forward motion, drawing Starscream deeper as she worked his brother to a panting mess. The traitorous Decepticon allowed one of his hands to roam about her abdomen, dipping it between her thighs to tease the outer sensor nodes lining the dilated rim. This drove Elita to overload harder than before, with her scream muffled by the length filling her moist orifice. The mesh wires within her interface chamber clamped around Starscream, pulsing with greedy abandon.

Starscream finally jerked his helm back with a shriek as he released his load into the trembling female; his pelvic plating scraping against her aft in a desperate attempt to delve deeper into the tight heat. Skywarp watched with parted lips, speechless upon witnessing such a delicious show. “Primus…” he whispered, feeling himself swell against Elita’s glossa. “…coming…” And that he did, with a strangled groan, steadying himself against the femme’s helm as the transfluid spewed forth and down her throat—in which she was forced to swallow.

With a raspy breath, Starscream drew his younger brother into another kiss; his glossa massaging his own. “W-We should… get back to work…” Skywarp suggested, pulling away to nuzzle the mech’s cheek. “Yes…” the other replied, and both withdrew, disregarding the female as she collapsed onto the berth. “Should we have someone come in to clean her?”

“No, Skywarp… Let her bask in it.”

The two concealed their equipment and headed out, never once sparing the Autobot a second glance. And all Elita could do was curl up, despite her aching joints; despite the uncomfortable trickle of lubricant and excess transfluid as it pooled between her legs…

Optimus… I’m so sorry…

“I’m s-sorry…”

~

An hour or so passes, and the door opened once again.
Thundercracker gazed upon the broken femme with slight concern. “Elita-One?” The female tensed upon hearing her name, yet was too weak to lift her helm. Thankfully, the voice wasn’t high-pitched and scratchy, nor did it hint at any mischievous leer. In fact, it was deep and somewhat comforting…

“G-Go away, Decepticon.”

With a cautious glance around the prison, he made his way into her cell and held up a cleansing rag. “Can you sit up?” he asked. Elita rolled her optics up to meet his own and quickly averted them. “I didn’t want this for you.” He added, brushing the cloth along her jaw line, swiping at the silvery fluid she failed to take in. “I don’t want your sympathy, Seeker. Just… go ahead and kill me.”

“It is against my morals—to rape another.”

“Decepticons have no morals.”

There was no use arguing.
He couldn’t blame her for being so bitter…

“My daughter is so oblivious to what goes on around here.”

“…daughter?”

Thundercracker allowed a little smile to grace his lips. “Yes… Her name is Thunderblast.”

Elita returned the smile and absently nuzzled the berth, shifting her legs so that he could clean thoroughly. “I didn’t know Decepticons had families…” He paused for a moment, mulling over her words. “Not many of us do. Most of us are… too corrupted.”

She bit her lower lip as the cloth touched the raw metal and wires surrounding her valve. “Sorry.” Elita shook her head slowly, dismissing the action; “What about… her mother?”

It was now Thundercracker’s turn to tense up—the thought of his mate obviously being a painful subject. “Well… That should do it,” he said, deliberately avoiding her question. “I guess only time will tell…” The blue mech inclined his helm. “What?” The femme dimmed her optics, a sad smile tugging at her lips. “I’m just thinking out loud… Do not mind me.”

“Mm, I’ll be back later—to check on things.”

Elita took his hand in her own, stopping him before he could leave; “Thank you, Thundercracker.” The seeker gave a short nod and proceeded out of the prison, leaving the female commander to her worrisome thoughts.
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