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Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.

This installment's pairings:
Ratchet/Omega Supreme-3
Lockdown/Wreck-gar-2
Megatron/Lugnut-1
Megatron/Starscream/Lugnut/Blitzwing-1
Bumblebee/Wasp-3
Bumblebee/Longarm; Wasp-1

Title: First Kiss and Love
Pairing: Omega Supreme/Ratchet
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: (Droubble) Takes place sometime during The Great War, featuring a younger Omega and Ratchet.

Love was something Omega Supreme never expected to feel. He always thought it would remain a sad fantasy. After all, he was a giant among his kind, even considered a freak and nothing more than a war machine to many. In all his existence, Ratchet was the only mech he ever encountered that wasn’t put off by his size. The medbot treated him as an equal, as a friend. For a time, Omega could forget about the horrors of war, and the burden of why he was created whenever Ratchet was in his presence.

Friendship changed into something more one day when Ratchet asked to be picked up and ordered Omega to retract his face shield. The giant mech was shocked when Ratchet’s soft lips pressed over his own. Despite being diminutive compared to his own, the sensation was overwhelming. He could feel Ratchet’s glossa trailing along his bottom lip, shuddering when the smaller mech’s dentals gently nibbled his lip, servos raising up to tenderly caress the larger mech’s chin. His first kiss was amazing, exhilarating even, and it was that day when Omega Supreme looked at Ratchet as someone more than a mere companion. Ratchet was his first love.

Title: Voice
Pairing: Omega Supreme/Ratchet
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral
Summary: (Droubble) Takes place sometime during The Great War, featuring a younger Omega and Ratchet.

Cradled in Omega Supreme’s massive servo, Ratchet thrashed and moaned, condensation dribbling down the medbot’s heated body. The giant mech’s face shield was retracted, and his glossa laved Ratchet’s abdomen, flicking over the medbot’s plug, savoring the sweet tang of lubricant that trickled out. Ratchet jerked and dug his fingers under the seams of Omega’s servo, tugging at wires that made the giant mech shudder in bliss. The giant mech quickened his ministrations, glossa rubbing faster and harder over Ratchet’s groin, causing the smaller mech to tremble, dentals biting into his bottom lip.

“Don’t silence yourself,” Omega begged. “I want to hear your voice. Please.”

Another brush of Omega’s glossa was all it took. The sweet sounds of Ratchet’s cries, the way he squirmed in pleasure, how his optics rolled back when overload struck, screaming out Omega’s name at the top of his vocalizer was enough to trigger a powerful climax in the giant mech. It took all his willpower not to pass out from the intensity of it, but Ratchet blacked out, going limp in the giant mech’s palm.

“My medic,” Omega Supreme murmured, nuzzling and tracing his lips over Ratchet’s face. “My beautiful medic. I’ll always love you.”

Title: Fare Thee Well
Pairing: Omega Supreme/Ratchet
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for the episode: A Bridge too Close Part II, Angst
Summary: (Drabble) Ratchet’s loss.

Ratchet had seen a lot of horrifying things in his existence, but nothing tore at his spark more than having to watch Omega being sucked into the malfunctioning space bridge. It stung even more not being able to do a damn thing to stop it.

Afterwards, his spark ached in agony, and he fought off the desire to just break down and sob. His friend, his love, was lost a second time. It was a hard blow to deal with. Yes, there was a possibility Omega was still alive somewhere, and there was an even greater possibility he was dead.

Title: Discovery
Pairing: Lockdown/Wreck-gar
Rating: G
Warnings: Crack!
Summary: (Droubble) Lockdown makes an annoying discovery.

He was getting soft in his old age. Lockdown had come to that realization several orbital cycles ago. While tracking an Allspark energy signature, Lockdown stumbled across a mech, covered in mud and sopping wet, wandering around some abandoned warehouses. He looked sad, lost, an easy target.

Wreck-gar was overjoyed when Lockdown transformed, throwing himself at the older mech in a flurry of handshakes, hugs, and unintelligible ramblings. Lockdown was taken aback by the enthusiastic greeting. Most mechs would have fled at the sight of him, but this bot was obviously naïve and quite possibly stupid. It would be easy for Lockdown to deactivate the mech and swipe any spark fragments he was carrying, but the kid was looking at him with such awe and trust that he couldn’t find it in his spark to harm the junkbot. So, he tried to leave, but the younger mech followed him, pleading not to be left alone. Lockdown grudgingly allowed the bot aboard his ship. Perhaps the kid could be useful.

Many cycles later, Lockdown still had Wreck-gar with him. He wasn’t such terrible company, despite his over cheerfulness and rambling nature. It didn’t hurt that he had a cute aft either.

Title: Fun
Pairing: Lockdown/Wreck-gar
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: fingering, Crack!
Summary: (Droubble) Lockdown wants to have some fun….

“Want to have some fun, kid?” Lockdown leered.

“Fun?” Wreck-gar inquired. “What kind of fun?”

The younger mech squeaked as he was roughly pulled into a tight embrace and lifted onto a nearby berth. The bounty hunter wrapped Wreck-gar’s legs around his hips, mindful of the spikes, and cupped the junkbot’s aft, pushing their groins together. Mewling, Wreck-gar clung to Lockdown’s neck, nibbling at the older mech’s jaw, causing the bounty hunter to let out a soft moan.

“Retract your pelvic plating,” Lockdown ordered. “Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy this.”

“I’m sure I will,” Wreck-gar chuckled, cheeks flushed.

The junkbot gasped when he felt Lockdown’s plug rub over his own, clutching the bounty hunter tighter to get more friction. A sharp cry came from Wreck-gar when Lockdown’s fingers plunged into his port, thrusting in time to their swaying hips, fingers toying with sensitive wiring, nearly making the younger mech swoon. Wreck-gar lowered a servo, wrapping it around Lockdown’s length and twirling his thumb around the tip. The bounty hunter hissed, dentals nipping hard on the junkbot’s neck.

“Lockdown!”

Lockdown lips gruffly pressed over Wreck-gar’s, drowning out the junkbot’s cries. He definitely didn’t regret allowing the kid to tag along with him.

Title: Affection
Pairing: Megatron/Lugnut
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: (Drabble) A rare moment of affection.

Lugnut, on both knees before Megatron, sighed in content as the Decepticon leader’s servos stroked his helm and face, fingers lowering to brush over his lip components. Soft lips pressed against the top of Lugnut’s helm, and he shuddered as those lips slowly trailed downward, teasing kisses raining along his face.

“Will you always remain loyal to me?” Megatron smirked.

“Yes, my Lord,” Lugnut stammered. “I would follow you into the Pit itself!”

The smirk grew, and the kisses continued. Such affections from his lord were few and far between, so Lugnut made sure to savor every moment of it.

Title: Punishment
Pairing: Starscream/Lugnut/Blitzwing/Megatron
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, non-con, DP
Summary: (Droubble) Poor Starscream…

Megatron’s form of punishment was an excruciating and cruel experience for Starscream, and no amount of begging or cajoling could get him spared. As Megatron watched from his throne, Starscream was forced to straddle Lugnut’s hips, screaming when the larger mech’s plug painfully jammed into his port, thrusting violently and giving the seeker no time to adjust. Blitzwing pressed against Starscream’s back, squeezing his plug in alongside Lugnut’s. Sheer agony flared up his backside as his port was brutally stretched. Rough fingers cruelly pinched and scraped his wings, intensifying the pain all ready overwhelming his body.

The tyrant rose from his throne and strode over to the trio, roughly grasping Starscream’s helm and forcing his head back. The seeker knew what was expected of him and reluctantly parted his lips, knowing the pain would only get worse if he didn’t comply. Megatron slammed his plug into Starscream’s mouth, smirking at the humiliation and hatred that flashed in the seeker’s optics.

The torment continued on for hours until Megatron grew bored and dismissed the seeker. Starscream hobbled back to his quarters, body covered in lubricants and port aching. He promised revenge upon the tyrant, and it was going to be horrendous.

Title: Not So Friendly Sparring Match
Pairing: Bumblebee/Wasp
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild violence
Summary: (Droubble) Takes place sometime during the episode: Autoboot Camp, at least in my sick fantasies. Sparring can have its perks.

Wasp let out an aggravated sigh when Sentinel ordered him to spare with Bumblebee. At least it would provide another fun opportunity to humiliate the little glitch, and he lunged after the yellow mech, stingers drawn and ready to shoot. It came as quite a shock to him when Bumblebee easily dodged his attack. The smaller mech ducked and weaved, and Wasp found himself distracted by the mech’s swaying hips and aft. His legs and feet moved elegantly and any trace of clumsiness was gone. Determination was etched on Bee’s face. Wasp knew then he was in for a tough match.

Bumblebee delivered a vicious kick to Wasp’s side, sending him sprawling across the ground. The yellow mech used his feet to keep Wasp’s arms pinned to the ground, applying enough pressure so that the green mech couldn’t raise his servos to get a good aim. Wasp stopped struggling when Bumblebee’s stinger charged and pointed directly at his face. The green mech’s scowl dissipated when he noticed that he had a great view of Bee’s groin. Despite the grief he was going to get from Sentinel and Ironhide for being defeated so easily, losing this sparring match wasn’t so bad.

Title: Stolen Kiss
Pairing: Bumblebee/Wasp
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild violence
Summary: (Drabble) Takes place sometime during the episode: Autoboot Camp, at least in my sick fantasies. Wasp steals a kiss.

Bumblebee growled, “Leave me alone, Wasp.”

The green mech had followed him into the sleeping quarters and was quietly staring at him. Bumblebee looked on in confusion as Wasp lowered his face guard, exposing more of his mouth. The yellow mech let out a panicked yell when Wasp pounced him, arms wrapping possessively around his waist and lips aggressively slamming over his own.

Bumblebee snarled in rage, ramming his servo into the side of Wasp’s face. The green mech stumbled back, clutching his bruised cheek as Bumblebee bolted out the door. A smirk grew. He would get Bee another time.

Title: In the Showers
Pairing: Bumblebee/Longarm; Wasp
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, voyeur
Summary: (Droubble) Takes place sometime during the episode: Autoboot Camp, at least in my sick fantasies. Wasp stumbles across something he shouldn’t see.

The sounds of soft moaning drew Wasp toward the shower room, and he looked around the corner, gaping at what he saw. Through the rise of steam and spraying water, were Bumblebee and Longarm. Bumblebee was cradled in Longarm’s lap, squirming and whimpering as the larger mech gently rocked his hips. Wasp became transfixed at the sight of the larger mech’s length sliding in and out of Bumblebee’s tight port. He licked his lips and retracted his pelvic armor, grasping his plug and pumping. Lust, anger, and jealousy flooded his processor. It should have been him interfacing Bumblebee, not the long armed freak.

“Longarm!” Bumblebee whined.

“Not so loud, little Bee,” Longarm murmured. “We wouldn’t want someone walking in on us.”

“Then make me be quiet,” Bumblebee challenged.

Wasp bit into his bottom lip, stifling out a moan when Longarm passionately kissed the smaller mech and increased the tempo of his thrusting hips. The green mech also increased his movements, imagining the tight warmth of Bumblebee’s port encasing him and how the mech would writhe beneath him and scream his name. He would claim Bumblebee as his own, and he wasn’t going to let Longarm get in the way again.

Title: Pleasant Dreams
Pairing: Bumblebee/Wasp
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal
Summary: (Drabble) Takes place sometime during the episode: Autoboot Camp, at least in my sick fantasies. Too bad it’s all just a dream.

“Tell me you like it,” Wasp murmured, glossa trailing over Bumblebee’s cheek, plug buried deep inside the yellow mech’s port.

“I…ah…I…like it,” Bumblebee mewled, servos clawing at Wasp’s hip.

“Tell me I’m better than Longarm,” Wasp snarled, giving a sharp, violent thrust that made Bee wail in pleasure.

“You’re better!” Bumblebee cried. “You’re so much better than Longarm!”

“Tell me who you belong to,” Wasp growled, dentals grazing over the smaller mech’s neck.

“You!” Bumblebee whined. “I belong to you!”

Wasp woke from recharge panting and aroused, cursing under his breath that it was nothing more than a pleasant dream.

Next installment coming soon.
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