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Injustice for All	By : TFNymphO Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 4469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prowl
- 2-Jazz
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Starscream had to stop himself again from smiling. If he did, he knew that his well-earned title of feared Decepticon seeker and back-stabbing tyrant would be shot out the nearest airlock. As it was he only managed to moderately pull off a bored and long-suffering look, perfected by his time spent serving as Megatron’s Second.
And then those enticing sensor panels fluttered once more, matching the slightly bouncy disposition of their owner. Shaking his helm, the Air Commander gave a light tug on the pearl white servo held in his own to draw his pet’s attention back to where it needed to be. Prowl at least had the decency to look thoroughly chastised—a faint energon blush tinting his cheekplates—before he ventured a shy gaze at his master from beneath the sharp edges of his ruby red chevron. The mech’s enthusiasm was contagious and Starscream couldn’t help, but smirk back before opening a private comm. line to the former Second.
“I know that you’re excited, but out here you must remain focused on me and hold yourself with some decorum.”
The smaller white and black mech nodded once in reply before straightening slightly and stilling his door wings. For a second the Datsun could have been mistaken for his former self, save for the open expression on his faceplates and the wide opticed look that he was taking everything in with. Starscream did his best to keep Prowl mostly to himself and his rather spacious suite, but on occasion he did like to venture out with his pet. Showing off the slender, elegant mech on his arm to the other Decepticons served two purposes. One—to remind them of his own status—and two—to do his part in keeping morale on base high.
Oblivious to all of this, Prowl simply loved taking trips with his master, greeting everything as if he had never seen it before. That might not have been far from the truth with his reprogramming. Recognizing it for the lost cause that it was, the seeker led his excited pet down the last breeze way of their journey, being certain to keep him as close as possible lest any of the lust-filled gazes they passed try anything. Not that Starscream was opposed to rubbing it in. He made sure that the sensual creature he had claimed never wore his groin plating, instead choosing to adorn him in a silky, silvery mesh loincloth that left very little to their twisted imaginations.
Seeing their destination finally approaching, the red and white seeker led his pet into the dimly lit bar. Stopping for a moment at the entrance, he called a greeting to Swindle behind the bar and scanned the room. Finding Soundwave nestled in his usual corner booth, Starscream turned and ushered his pet towards the table. Since the war’s end he had surprisingly found a common ground with the Decepticon’s Third and the two had gone from barely tolerating each other to a comfortable friendship.
The pair slid into the bank seating opposite of the dark blue mech sitting in the u-shaped booth. The large mech was obviously on his own down time as evidenced from the few empty cubes of highgrade, as well as the thoroughly relaxed demeanor that the Comms. bot was exuding. Soundwave nodded a greeting at the Air Commander before leaning back once again in his corner, helm tilting back as a quiet, low moan escaped him.
Red optics blinked once in confusion before grinning wickedly. A quick glance under the table was all that the seeker needed to complete the picture. And a rather hot picture it was. A dark, horned helm bobbed rhythmically between the large, navy blue mech’s outstretched legs. Without looking under the table, Starscream now noticed the black pedes he had missed earlier that were slightly sticking out on their side of the table.
Licking his lips at the sight, the red and white mech slipped an arm around the slender waste of the mech sitting patiently next to him sliding Prowl closer. The former tactician purred slightly at the contact before melting into his master’s side and readily accepting the hungry kiss that Starscream claimed. One glossa pushed and curled around the other more docile one capturing a breathy moan. An answering groan sounded from across the table and Starscream lit a single optic in that direction.
Soundwave’s visor flashed, openly watching the pair across from him with interest as his own pet again drew lip plates tightly along the blue mech’s rigid spike. Gently, the visored mech reached down, palming the helm buried between his thighs. The deep blue servo nearly engulfed the smaller mech’s helm, but his eager pet did not mind. Playfully, the mech kneeling below him scraped his denta plating along the smooth, oblong head of the large Con’s spike. The pleasure/pain was incredibly satisfying to the telepath and he pinched and stroked a sharp, stubby horn in reward, as well as retaliation.
A mouth stretched broadly and filled just the same cried out as best as he could with the large piece seated in his mouth. Soundwave capitalized on the motion, forcing the smaller helm and wide open maw down further on his shaft, now pumping roughly into the warm, wet orifice servicing him. Focusing again on the attractive pair across from him, Soundwave wet his lip plates as he watched the Air Commander thoroughly ravish the smaller, winged mech now half resting in the seeker’s lap. Lip plates were locked together tightly, moving rhythmically against one another. A similar motion was being repeated lower as the gauzy fabric of the black and white’s loincloth shifted along with the two blue digits being repeatedly thrust into an exposed and well-lubricated valve.
The squelching sound coming from where Starscream’s hand was embedded in his pet was a nice counterpoint to the smacking below the table. As if sensing his gaze, the red and white seeker broke from his lip lock to smirk at the telepath before lifting his servo, fingers dripping with a shiny, lavender fluid, to his mouth to lap at the viscous liquid. Soundwave moaned unabashedly as the Air Commander then offered the same two digits to the panting black and white.
Prowl did not hesitate to suck the fingers covered in his own fluid into his mouth, tongue dancing along his master’s more sensitive fingertips. A shiver traveled down Starscream’s spinal array at the delicious sensation of the smooth glossa rubbing against the tiny sensor nubs still leftover from his days as a scientist. A loud grunt reverberated from across the table and the Air Commander watched as the telepath finished his release before calling his pet out from his hiding spot.
Aqua blue optics bright with arousal peered out from under the table mischievously before the smaller bot eased up alongside his sated master looking very pleased with himself. Smirking the black and white Porsche liquid a few lingering droplets from his upper bow-shaped lip component while he curled against the larger, navy blue mech. Soundwave nuzzled with horned, jet black helm before reaching down to tip his pet’s face up to brush a few light kisses against plump and swollen lip plates.
Starscream simply shook his helm slightly at the display. It was still difficult to imagine the two Special Ops bots, once mortal enemies, being so affectionate with one another. Then again, the same could probably be said for him and his own newly acquired lover. Speaking of which…Prowl shifted impatiently against the fingers still resting inside of him. Apparently the two across from him held little interest to the Datsun, especially with his master’s frame pressed against his own so heated in desire.
Chuckling, Starscream shifted the black and white so that he was straddling his legs, sensor panels and backplates facing him. The slighter form arched back in response eager for the contact before the Air Commander unceremoniously lifted his pet by the hips only to push that slicked valve onto his now exposed spike. Moist lips offered slight resistance as they always did, but Starscream did not hesitate to force his head through the tightness into the silken warmth that awaited him. Prowl’s helm sinuously tilted back in a cry as his master entered him.
Tightly gripping narrow, black hip plates Starscream set a steady pace pushing into the smaller mech before lifting him up enough to almost clear his spaded head, only to draw Prowl back onto his rippled length. Each rough thrust bounced the former tactician and garnered a breathy “uhh” from parted lip plates.
Watching the pair eagerly, Jazz wet his own silver lip plates before turning back to his master and whining slightly. The larger mech rubbed a large finger tip under his jaw hinge, but otherwise ignored the former saboteur in favor of enjoying the free show. Pouting as his fellow Autobot panted loudly, legs spread wide and showing the long length spearing a dripping valve, the other black and white quickly scanned through his options before deciding upon a plan of attack.
A foxy grin stretched across his faceplates as the former saboteur gracefully sat on the edge of the table before uncrossing his legs and limberly lifting one in front of his master. A quiet click accompanied his cod panel retracting and Jazz pulled his leg back towards his shoulder showing off the glistening valve for his previously occupied master. Rumbling lowly, Soundwave fingered the opening prodding the tender walls before retracting his face mask to take a long lick.
The black and white cried out as his master’s thick glossa pushed along his inner walls, wiggling like a cyber snake and igniting dormant nodes. The navy blue telepath sucked along the opening, juices dribbling down his broad chin. Jazz’s unique flavor assaulted his senses and Soundwave pushed the sensations wirelessly through to the former saboteur’s processor doubling his pleasure. The black and white’s horned helm threw back in enjoyment before his short attention span kicked in and he became aware of the other couple once more.
As his master thoroughly assaulted his hole, Jazz watched the tall seeker pound into the smaller mech. From where the former saboteur was sprawled on his back plates he could watch the doorwinged mech’s valve repeatedly swallowing his master’s spike. In fact, the limber slave could almost reach them. Turning slightly, he attempted to extend his glossa enough to lap at the joined mechs’ pelvises, but just fell short.
Chuckling at the frustrated look on the small Autobot, Starscream lapped along his pet’s neck while contemplating. Raising his helm to regard his counterpart, he did his best to project his desire to the larger mech. Soundwave paused for a moment to think, much to his pet’s squirming displeasure before nodding his acquiescence.
Jazz whined in need from his lazy position where he was sprawled on the table, but he didn’t have long to complain. Instead of continuing to eat him out, his master hefted both of his legs up as Soundwave stood revealing his once again erect spike. Holding the smaller mech by his wheel wells, the blue and white mech pushed his length into his keening mate. The other mech squirmed as if both trying to escape and further impale himself at once. Not waiting for the Porsche to adjust, Soundwave briskly started thrusting into his loudly keening pet. Where there hipplates met, metal screeched and sparks flew.
Starscream savored the sounds for a few more moments before standing up as well and subsequently leaning his impaled pet over the table. Reaching around, the Air Commander caressed the opening above Prowl’s valve rubbing against the solid nub and coaxing it out of its containment. The former tactician practically sobbed at the dual stimulation taking the unspoken signal and releasing his quickly growing spike into his master’s waiting palm. Stroking over the smaller mech’s pearl white length a few times, the seeker lightly gripped the head before guiding it towards the mech situated directly below them.
Mouth plates parted widely by each inhalation and exhalation, the former saboteur was completely focused on his master’s girth filling his channel and stretching it to its very limits. How lucky was he to have such a well endowed mech as his master? Suddenly something thick and warm was being pushed past his lip plates and Jazz almost gagged as his optics flew back on, a hard spike now down his throat. From his viewpoint, all that the black and white could see was an expanse of black plating and further back a dark grey spike sliding in and out of a very wet valve.
Moaning, Jazz relaxed his jaw and took the new mech’s length as deeply as he could humming and moaning around it in time with the rough thrusting of his master. He rocked back and forth along the slick surface of the table as his master pushed deeply into him only to have the other master thrust into his pet and subsequently his pet into his mouth. Again, the Porsche moaned his ecstasy, not used to being shared like this by his usually solitary master. Above him, the other pet sobbed loudly in reaction before spilling his seed down the other black and white’s throat.
Starscream felt Prowl tighten around him as he came and sped up his thrusts, thighs slapping against the doorwinged mech’s aft. Gritting his denta, the seeker suddenly caught a silver throat cable in his mouth and bit down hard as he deposited his own transfluid into his lovely bot. Across the table, Soundwave hitched Jazz’s aft up even higher before his length twitched, then spilt another load into his crying pet.
The two Decepticons slowly came down from their respective highs before once again settling down into the booth. Starscream simply pulled Prowl back along with him, choosing to keep the slighter mech still seated on his softening length. Soundwave withdrew from Jazz and carefully set his legs back down so that they hung off the edges of the table. The former saboteur was strutless and his fellow Autobot was just as worn out.
The four mechs spent the rest of their morning lazing in their corner and ignoring the rest of the bar. Poor Swindle sadly had no choice, but to finish the rest of his shift trying to not replay the erotic scene that had just taken place in his bar and suffering an uncomfortably tight cod piece.
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