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Heat Seeker	By : swordqueen Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Skywarp had taken the two guards, three medics and an ambulatory patient before Prowl arrived, and with his usual prudish horror, Skywarp thought, shut the whole thing down. Citing, in his uptight way, the growing pool of fluids on the floor as a safety hazard.

Safety hazard! Skywarp didn’t care if all the Autobots on the base slipped in his fluids and broke their necks, as long as they did it after he’d had them.

But he was the prisoner so…he didn’t have any say. Instead, he’d been bundled off to a slightly more private cell—no windows, one solid door—and with two guards who were supposed to—supposed to—help him with what First Aid had primly called his ‘condition.’ It’s not a condition. It’s horniness. Horniness so dire he’d even fuck an Autobot.

Horniness so dire he no longer even felt the humiliation of having his codpiece plating stripped off. The medic had cited his recent activity as possibly corrosive to the armor’s inside plating. And truth was, that dried on transfluid and lubricant was making it damned uncomfortable. That and the fact that his spike was still half extended, at least, at all times. Still, without it, he had not even a scrap of a hope of hiding his state.

Which was…aroused.

“I think he’s happy to see us,” one of his putative helpers murmured to his twin.

“I think he’s happy to see anyone, Sideswipe. Have you seen his old cell? If he got any friendlier with his own spike his hand would be welded to it.”

“Well, I can see why. It is a nice looking spike, don’t you think?”

Despite himself, Skywarp felt his spike release more lubricant. He hunched over, hoping they’d get to business—what he really needed—or go the hell away. He didn’t need their snark.

His cockpit bumped against his extended spike, causing him to bite back a moan. He heard the two guards laugh, and then a soft schussing sound of metal on metal. He looked up to see them engaged in a deep, fierce kiss, their hands clawing each other desperately.

THAT, he decided, was not helping. His valve twinged, especially as one of them reached between his twin’s legs and fondled the valve cover. Definitely not helping. He growled.

“Oh look, Sunstreaker, I think our friend is jealous.”

“Well, we are here to help him.” Sunstreaker approached where Skywarp sat on the berth. “Hear you need some spike, Decepticon.”

“Just get to it already?” Skywarp lay back, reaching for the Autobot’s pelvic armor.

“Oh no, ‘con. If you weren’t here, I’d be taking my friend over there. You owe me. A spike. And that spike looks ready for the job.”

Skywarp snarled as Sunstreaker straddled his hips, lowering himself on to the Seeker’s extended spike, squirming against the lubricant. “Ohhhhhhh,” Sunstreaker murmured. “Almost as good as you, Sides.”

“Almost being the operative word, Suns,” Sideswipe said from the doorway.

Sunstreaker leaned over Skywarp. “See, one of us has to guard you, in case you get any…ideas. So you have to keep us both happy.”

“Getting to spike a Seeker ought to keep you happy enough.”

“Ought to, but it doesn’t,” Sunstreaker said, beginning to move up and down on Skywarp’s spike. His ventilation came in faster cycles, his engine starting to rev. Skywarp’s lust filled him. He was a lousy Autobot, but it did, he hated to admit, feel good to have something other than his hand over his spike. He moaned, starting to jerk his hips upward into the descending Autobot. “Mmmmmmmm,” Sunstreaker said. “Now you’re getting the spirit.” He continued to ride the ‘con’s spike, Skywarp pushing off his heels to thrust his hips higher into the Autobot. He was trembling on the edge of overload when the Autobot pushed up, almost entirely dislodging his spike.

Skywarp snarled. “Spike tease.”

“Problem, ‘con. I’m so horny right now if I take your valve I won’t last long enough to get you off.”

“Sounds like your problem.”

Sunstreaker laughed. “Your problem if you want to overload.”

Skywarp sighed. “What do you want?”

The Autobot leaned over, his breath tickling Skywarp’s audio. “Seems to me you’re pretty good yanking a spike. Come on. Get me off once. I’ll last longer.”

Skywarp was half mad with desire. If the Autobot had mentioned this at the start, he’d’ve had the will to resist, but this close to a spike overload he’d do anything. His hand closed around Sunstreaker’s spike as soon as the Autobot revealed it, guiding the lubricant up and down it. Sunstreaker continued his up and down ride over Skywarp’s spike, his eyes closed, moaning, leaning back against Skywarp’s raised knee.

Skywarp tried to push himself higher into the Autobot, who was holding his valve just too high for Skywarp to sink his spike in fully. The Autobot overloaded, hard, around him, the valve squeezing his spike. He tried to thrust further in, hoping the spasming valve would take him over. He continued yanking the spike, knowing it would keep the Autobot from enjoying the fadeout from his overload. You want to spike overload. You’ll do it.

The Autobot’s head rolled forward, his eyes taking in the Seeker’s fingers, slick with lubricant, squeezing and sliding on his spike. He fell forward into an overload, his transfluid shooting all over the Seeker’s prone form. Skywarp groaned. “Come on. You didn’t let me finish.”

“Why should I? Point was to get me off, ‘con. You only need it in the valve. That’s what orders say.”

“NO! No! Please. Primus just let me finish. Just a klik! Or,” he dropped his hand from the Autobot’s spike to his own.

“Nope.” Sunstreaker yanked his hand off his spike. “Think you’ve done that too much. Time for your valve.”

Skywarp rolled his hips in frustration. He couldn’t believe this. He’d gotten the damn Autobot off—two ways!—and his spike was vibrating close to overload and…he couldn’t touch it?

“Now,” Skywarp said, trying to sound commanding. It sounded like a beg. All of this…was driving his own valve crazy. The whole time he’d been thinking about his valve against the Autobot’s spike, as he felt his own spike in the Autobot…that spike he wanted hard and slick in his hand. “Now,” he said, more insistently.

“Such a good look for you,” Sunstreaker said as he shifted his position to between the larger Seeker’s legs. His spike was still extended, and lubricant mixed with transfluid ran down its underside. That’s the last Skywarp saw of it as he buried it in the Seeker’s waiting valve. “Like you like this, ‘con. Flat on your back and covered in my fluid.” He began thrusting into the Seeker’s valve. “Is it wrong I like watching you like this? Your spike hurt you, does it? You want to come, don’t you?” he stopped, jerking himself out of the valve suddenly. “Don’t you?”

Skywarp thrashed. “Primus, don’t stop. I need it.”

“Say you want me to fuck you.”

“Should be obvious.”

“Say it.”

“Primus, fine! I want you to fuck me. Now. Hard. In the valve.” He squirmed. “I’ll do…anything. Just…get me off first.”

Sunstreaker smiled. “That’s more like it.” He looked over his shoulder at his twin. “Don’t you think?”

“I like the sound of that,” Sideswipe said from the doorway.

“Yeah, well here’s what I like the sound of,” Sunstreaker said, pushing wetly into the Seeker’s valve with force enough to push a moan from the Seeker’s throat. For a long moment that was the only sound the three of them made in the room: the wet slide of spike against valve, and Skywarp’s half-aware moans. Sunstreaker had to pause once to slap Skywarp’s hand off his spike, determined not to let the Decepticon get himself off that way. He had to admit, even more than he’d said, that he loved the Seeker sprawled below him, his desire almost on the point of excruciating. Punishing him and pleasuring him both at once.

The Seeker overloaded with a screech and a thrust of his hips that nearly dropped Sunstreaker on the floor. If the ‘con’s valve didn’t have such a strong grip on his spike, he definitely would have fallen. DAMN. He felt, sooner than he’d wanted, his own overload ripped out of him by the Seeker’s spasming valve.

Sunstreaker felt his head jerked back, and his brother’s mouth hot on his. Oh they were supposed to split, so that one could guard the prisoner while the other took care of him, but…some things were just too hot. And the ‘con didn’t exactly look in the position mastermind an escape right now. His whole body quivered in overload. Sideswipe reached over, still locked mouth-to-mouth with his brother, smearing some of Sunstreaker’s transfluid from where it had splattered across the Seeker’s wings. He moaned into his brother’s throat. “You marked him,” he murmured, unfastening his own codpiece. “I want to mark him too.”

“Don’t you dare,” the Seeker snarled. He’d been obedient enough through the first Autobot’s sarcasm. He drew the line.

“Don’t think you’re going to stop me,” Sideswipe said, wrapping his hand around his own spike and his other around Skywarp’s still erect one. “Come on, then,” he said, giving a rotating stroke, “Stop me.”

Skywarp groaned, his fists hitting the sides of the berth. He felt a surge through his spike. Oh this damn Autobot better not be teasing. Not this time. So wrapped in the feeling of the Autobot’s hand on his spike, teasing it, coaxing it into releasing more lubricant, he didn’t feel Sunstreaker move until the Autobot’s face shadowed his. He pulled the Autobot into a kiss, driving his glossa into the other’s mouth. Sunstreaker’s mouth moved on his glossa as though it were another spike. Skywarp moaned into his mouth as his twin worked his spike into a quivering frenzy.

He overloaded with a cry muffled by Sunstreaker’s mouth, feeling the hot spatter of his own transfluid on his pelvic armor, his lower wings, and then the wider reach of the Autobot’s own overload, on his wings, his turbines, his cockpit, his cheek. Sunstreaker pulled his mouth away. A droplet of his twin’s transfluid shimmered on his cheek, and he wiped it off with a finger, pushing the finger into Skywarp’s mouth. Skywarp licked it obediently, half-lost in the throes of his own overload.

“I like him,” Sideswipe said. “I think we should keep him.”

Skywarp muttered, “If I didn’t need your damn spike right now.” He tried to push back, but the twins held him down.

“Okay, maybe you don’t need us,” Sunstreaker snickered. He produced a screwdriver from his storage. “Heard you had some fun with this earlier.” The screwdriver landed on Skywarp’s turbine.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Skywarp threw it away with disdain. “That’s what you’re here for.”

“How many more you got to go? You keeping count?”

Skywarp sighed. “Seventy-eight.”

Sunstreaker grinned, “Fewer than I thought.”

“While your idiot Prowl was making arrangements, the one guard, Bluestreak, was ready for another round.”

“And?”

“He brought friends.” That had been good. None of this toying with him. Just one of them, then another, thrusting him into bliss. Even one who had pulled him on top. His valve ached at the memory, ready again.

Sideswipe whistled from where he bent to retrieve the screwdriver. “Surely you won’t say no to a brief reunion with another old lover,” he said, placing the tool, handle outward, in the Seeker’s grasp. “And you did say earlier you’d do anything.”

“Anything,” Sunstreaker echoed.

“NOT while you are watching.” Desire was building up, like a hot pressure, in his valve again. He’d need it again, soon. In his Trine they’d have simple have spent daycycles in a perpetual overload. Without having to beg for it.

“Didn’t seem to matter in repair bay.”

Wasn’t going to have much choice, was he. “Come on,” Sunstreaker added, guiding his hand to the valve. “Want to watch you overload without being distracted.” Skywarp growled, but his valve needed it again and neither of his ‘helpers’ looked ready to help—or willing.

“Go fuck yourself,” he snapped.

“No,” Sunstreaker grinned, wickedly, thrusting the tool’s handle into Skywarp’s valve, “You fuck YOURself.” For good measure, he shoved it hard against the valve’s end. Skywarp’s entire body jumped as the handle hit the deeply-recessed node. If he’d thought he had any choice at all, his valve just cancelled his vote. Almost unconsciously, he began working the screwdriver in his valve, trying to close his eyes against the two smirking Autobots. Ohhhh it did feel good to do it himself, he thought. The tempo his valve wanted, not even a shred of a tease, all business. Pleasurable business. Waves of desire rolled through him originating, it seemed, at the valve. He reached for a memory and got…Starscream. Him straddling Starscream’s kneeling legs, their wings tangled together, his Trinemate’s face nuzzling his throat. His other hand came up to rub his throat cabling, flirting with the edges of the armor plating. Starscream’s spike in his valve, Starscream’s hands over his wings, Starscream’s glossa hot and hard on his throat.

His entire body clenched in overload, his wingflaps fluttering. He swallowed a groan, and risked opening his eyes, awareness growing that he was not with Starscream, but still in prison, still being looked at by two idiot Autobots. Still with his valve in heat. And still with a screwdriver.

The two mechs’ eyes were glazed over with lust. He must have put on a pretty decent showing for them. “Want,” Sideswipe said, weakly. He reached forward and touched the Seeker’s wings. Skywarp flinched but the Autobot continued, his fingers tracing circles in the spatters of transfluid on his wings. “I want to do that to you,” Sideswipe said, his voice losing its teasing tone. “I want to make you come like that.” Skywarp half-sat up, pulling the screwdriver out of his valve in another gush of fluid. The fluid transfixed the Autobot. Skywarp lay back.

Sideswipe pushed between his legs, his spike prodding gently at the mouth of the valve. “You ready? Don’t want this to hurt.”

Skywarp bit down a nasty comment. Made him fuck himself with a screwdriver and now he worries about Skywarp’s comfort? “Yeah,” he said, shortly, closing his eyes as the twin entered him for the first time. Sideswipe moved slowly, trying to mimic the rhythm he’d seen Skywarp use.

Skywarp moaned, thrashing his head from side to side. His hands clutched empty air—not willing to grab for the Autobot, but wanting to grab onto something. Sideswipe did…something as he moved, changing his angle from in thrust to out, that sent the Seeker’s turbines into auto-fire. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a surprised sounding “Oh1” then another “oh!” and then another, louder. Then another.

The Autobot threw his head back as his hips pushed one final thrust into Skywarp, his overload transfluid hitting dead on that recessed node. Skywarp screamed, his entire body thrashing on the berth, his hips jerking against the Autobot’s.

Sideswipe leaned over him, resting stiff armed over him, palms flat against the berth. His ventilation was rough. “You ARE good, Seeker,” he admitted. “And you are fucking HOT when you overload.”

“Yeah?” Skywarp asked, his eyes glinting. “You want good? Stay there.” He curled his leg around the ‘bot’s hip, preventing him from withdrawing. These two owed him some valve overloads, and he was going to get as many as he could. He figured he’d probably wear them out. Maybe Bluestreak would come back, though. Second time around he’d ridden Skywarp through two overloads. Skywarp was up to see if they could make it three.

At the thought, his valve tightened around Sideswipe’s only-half-extended spike. Skywarp activated the roller grips on voluntary control, working them up and down the length of the spike’s shaft. Sideswipe’s optics rolled back in his head as he felt his spike extend again in the Seeker’s valve. “Ohhhhhh,” Sideswipe murmured, shivering. “Oh damn that’s good.”

“What’s he doing? I can’t see!” Sunstreaker pushed in, looking.

“He’s working me with his valve,” Sideswipe said, weakly, bracing himself against the Seeker’s hips, barely able to stand. Skywarp set a complicated pattern to the rollers, pulling and kneading and spiralling against the Autobot’s spike.

“This is how we do it when we are too tired to move,” Skywarp said, triumphantly.

“Primus, Suns, you gotta feel this.” But Sideswipe didn’t seem in any hurry to let his twin try. Sunstreaker was getting antsy, his twin immobile, his entire concentration in his spike, pinned in the Seeker’s valve. Sunstreaker tried kissing him, but Sideswipe was too engrossed, his entire body shuddering in time to the Seeker’s valve pulses.

Skywarp toyed with the idea of stopping, letting the damn Autobot see what it was like to be teased to the point of madness. Yes, he deserved that. Skywarp froze. For a long moment the Autobot hung there, confused.

“Come on!” Sideswipe moaned. “Ya gotta finish me. Primus I can’t TAKE it!” He began thrusting, hard, into the valve, hefting up the Seeker’s hips to drive his spike hard against the node. Skywarp shuddered into another overload along with the Autobot.

“You are so fucking HOT,” Sideswipe repeated, his fingers drifting to his own valve, licking his way down the Seeker’s large frame, to his valve, his glossa swirling in the fluids there—his own, his twins, the jet’s. Skywarp moaned.

“Not what I need,” he hissed.

“One of us will,” Sideswipe muttered into his valve, “Promise. I just…” He saw the Autobot’s eyes close as Sideswipe dipped his glossa into the valve. Skywarp shuddered.

His eyes flashed open at wet heat on his spike—Sunstreaker’s mouth this time. Ohhhhhhh. This didn’t even need a fantasy. This was good all by itself—two eager mouths working at him, one on his spike, one on his valve. His fingers stirred the transfluid they had shot on him earlier, lightening his wings silvery pale. He hissed with pleasure as Sideswipe worked a finger into his valve. Each twin worked at the same rhythm. It was like getting pulled by two separate ropes—his awareness didn’t know whether to stay with his spike or his valve. Eventually it just floated between them in the rage of sensation, the sight of the two pairs of blue eyes eagerly watching his reaction, almost identical hands reaching over to stroke his thighs, his wings, each other, save the one hand working into his valve. It was a rising flood of pleasure and just the sheer perversity—two Autobots, two of the enemy, working so hard to get him off—his body tensed, quivered and then jounced so hard that the berth tipped, knocking them all onto the floor in a tangle of limbs. His own transfluid sprayed its silvery stream across the three of them.

Sideswipe smirked, rubbing the fluid into the jet’s cockpit. “You really oughta consider this a new paintjob. As our sex toy.”

“For him, maybe,” Sunstreaker said. “For me, no.” He grabbed the Seeker roughly by the back of the helm. “Lick it off, Seeker.”

“Now, now,” Sideswipe soothed. He licked the fluid off his own arm with a contented purr.

Sunstreaker found the edge of the screwdriver in his throat, his head tilted at an uncomfortable angle. He suddenly remembered the Seeker’s greater size and strength. Remembered and regretted a little. “Doctor’s orders,” Skywarp hissed, sliding his legs over the smaller mech’s lap, settling himself on Sunstreaker’s spike. “You take me til you can’t any more. NO more games, no more playing around. I want you till you can’t even get your spike up.”

“I thought as much!” A new voice boomed in the doorway. The three froze and turned as one to look. Ironhide, one of the other guards. “Prowl sent me to check to make sure you still stuck on task, you two.”

“We ARE on task,” Sunstreaker said, pulling away from Skywarp and the screwdriver at his throat. “Spiking the Seeker.”

Ironhide reached over and snatched the tool from Skywarp’s hands. He took in the splatters of transfluid all over the Decepticon’s frame, the bluish puddle between his thighs, the sudden look of shame and anger that flared in the red optics. “You two,” Ironhide snarled, “Do your damn job and guard the door. He and I have some unfinished business.”

The two scrambled out of the way, slipping in the puddle of fluid, sheepish.

“Remember me, ‘con?”

“You DO owe me,” Skywarp said. “Good, Fuck me. Just do it hard and fast and as long as you can keep up.”

“Ha. We do it my way, ‘con.” Ironhide flipped the jet over onto his belly in one smooth athletic move, and jerked the Seeker’s hips against his as he kneeled behind him. “You like it hard, so you won’t mind.” He rammed his spike into the Seeker’s valve, his hands hot and hard on the backspread of the other mech’s wings. Skywarp struggled up to his arms, only to have his head and shoulders pushed back down by the Autobot, with a fierce hand on the back of his helm, his hips and aft sticking up into the air, pounded by the Autobot. He felt Ironhide’s hand squeezing at his helm, his elbow banging against Skywarp’s back as he used the helm as one grip, a hip-strut as another, to jerk the Seeker’s frame back hard against his spike. Ironhide said nothing, just a sound between a grunt and a growl.

Skywarp’s spine spasmed with an overload, but the Autobot kept thrusting through it, pushing him beyond that and halfway toward another one. He didn’t even have the energy to make noise—it was enough of an effort to remember to breathe as the Autobot continued his assault on the valve. With a weird growl, the Autobot overloaded inside him, sending Skywarp over again. The Autobot only paused for a moment, and then continued thrusting into the Seeker’s valve. His transfluid spilled out down the backs of Skywarp’s thighs in hot streaks. “Long as I can keep up, huh?” Ironhide said. “That what you said?”

He lifted Skywarp’s head up with his hand, like he was palming a ball. “What you said, right?”

“Yes! OH!” The arch in his spine sent him into another spasm as the Autobot drove into him.

“You pull a weapon on my mechs again, ‘con, and you’ll have something in your valve all right. Called a pulse cannon. You hear me?” His voice was hard. He kept his same rhythm pounding into Skywarp. “Hear me?”

“Yes! I won’t, Primus, just keep giving it to me!” He felt his elbow stabilizers start to give. The Autobot felt it too, and heaved Skywarp back against his kneeling thighs, the jet’s back against his chest, pounding upward now. Skywarp tilted his head skyward, crying out into another overload, feeling the fluids rush over Ironhide’s thighs. Still the Autobot didn’t stop. Primus this was what he needed. He’d do anything to keep this going. Anything.

The Autobot’s grip shifted to the back of his neck, the other hand harsh on his wings. “Who’s in charge here?”

Skywarp managed only a moan.

“Who’s in charge here, ‘con?” He drove in harder, denting the back of Skywarp’s thigh armor.

“You are!” Skywarp gasped. “You are! Just don’t stop! Please!”

“Good to hear you say please, ‘con. Right answer. I’m in charge. Remember that.”

“Yes!” Skywarp shuddered into an overload, his hands clawing behind him, desperate to touch the Autobot, pawing the air.

“Mine,” Ironhide growled. “Don’t need to mark you, do I? You’re mine. You take my spike when I want you to. Not just now, not just doctor’s orders. Whenever I want.”

“Yes! Whatever you want. Whenever you want!” His valve clutched into another overload. Ironhide rocked into it, pulling the Seeker on top of him, landing hard on his back as his own overload shot his transfluid into the Seeker.

Skywarp was limp. So many overloads in such a short time, his valve was temporarily sated. His breath shivered out of his frame.

“How many left?” the voice was gruff in his ear.

“Seventy.”

Ironhide shoved the Seeker off him. “Be back tomorrow.”
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