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Starscream looked around with a bored expression. Thundercracker and Skywarp’s chatter was lost in the noise of the bar they had dragged him to: music pounding, drunken mechs shouting over each other. Every sound pierced his auditory sensors with insistent annoyance, making him long for the calm and silence of his laboratory.
Then, something -or rather, someone- caught his attention. A massive mech sat alone at the bar. The low lights warmed the elegant white of his frame, and his large wings followed gracefully the movements of his arm as it lifted a high-grade cube to his dermas, which, in that colossal servo, looked almost comically small.
“Oh oh.” Starscream heard TC’s voice. “He’s got that look… what did you see, Starscream?”
“Not what.” Skywarp chuckled. “Who?”
The two Seekers followed their friend’s gaze, immediately spotting the object of his interest.
“Isn’t that a little too… big for you?”
But Starscream wasn’t listening anymore. In an instant, he was on his pedes, and within a few steps he had reached the shuttle. He touched his arm, a gesture that might have seemed casual, but was anything but. Their optics met, and Starscream noted with arrogant pleasure how those two sapphires, set in a handsome faceplate, scanned him from helm to pedes.
“Are you expecting someone?”
He asked in a low, smooth tone, accompanied by a sly smile. The shuttle was silent for a moment, then shook his helm slightly, prompting Starscream to sit elegantly in the empty seat beside him.
“What’s a mech like you doing all alone in a place like this?”
The seeker continued, crossing his legs and leaning slightly closer.
“A mech like me?” The shuttle replied, amusement clear in his tone.
“Oh yes. Someone with your colors, your size… I can’t be so lucky as to find you without company.”
The mech blushed, and Starscream savored the delightful sight.
“Maybe I was just waiting for the right company.”
He answered, and Starscream was caught off guard by the apparent innocence on his face. The evening suddenly became much more interesting.
“What if I told you, you found it?”
“I’d say I’m the lucky one.” The shuttle said, wings fluttering slightly as he smiled. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“I’d be delighted.”
Starscream replied, settling comfortably beside him.
Once Starscream had his high-grade cube, courtesy of the massive mech he’d been eyeing, he decided to up his game a little.
“You know,” he purred, tilting his helm just enough to catch the other’s optics. “I’m not usually enchanted by looks alone, but in your case, I think an exception is warranted.”
The shuttle’s gaze flickered, optics glinting with something Starscream interpreted as interest. He let his digits brush casually against the other’s servo, a deliberate, teasing touch. The mech didn’t pull away.
“Well,” the white mech murmured, voice low and smooth. “It’s not every cycle a seeker with wings like yours deigns to notice me either.”
He leaned slightly closer, letting the tension between their optics sizzles.
Starscream took a slow sip of his cube, deliberately letting his dermas glint against the liquid before licking them clean, his optics catching the other’s blue gaze mid-motion.
“Don’t you want to know my designation?”
The mech asked softly.
Starscream chuckled, tilting his helm with a playful smirk.
“I’d be lying if I said I cared.”
The shuttle leaned forward just enough to brush Starscream’s audial.
“Too bad.” He whispered, his optics gleaming. “At least then you’d know exactly what to scream later.”
Starscream felt that spark of thrill shoot straight through his system. His smirk slowly widened.
“Oh, I have a feeling,” he murmured, voice low, “that tonight is going to be very interesting.”
***
One moment they were at the bar, the next they were in Starscream’s habsuite. The mech -whose designation Starscream still hadn’t bothered to ask- was practically devouring him. A series of soft moans escaped the seeker’s intake as the other’s glossa traced over his valve.
He was a little clumsy, certainly less experienced than Starscream, but it only made it more thrilling.
Starscream tilted his helm back slightly, optics half-lidded, savoring every tentative, eager movement.
His glossa searched and explored, as if trying to memorize the seeker’s valve, and when he lingered on his external node, licking and sucking it gently, Starscream dug his servos into the covers, unable to hold back a cry. As if that weren't enough, the shuttle touched the entrance to his valve with a thick digit, making it wet with anticipation and need.
“P-Primus...”
Starscream covered his mouth with a servo, feeling the massive intruder enter him.
If a single digit was enough to make him such a trembling mess, he dared not imagine what lay ahead.
Starscream’s servos trembled as the shuttle’s thick digit pressed deeper, exploring with more confidence now. Every subtle push, every eager motion sent sparks of pleasure crawling along his plating. The shuttle’s glossa returned, teasing along sensitive seams, and Starscream’s vent whirred in helpless delight.
“Y-You… don’t… slow down.” Starscream gasped, optics half-lidded, voice low and ragged. “Primus… just like that…”
Starscream was lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy as the other’s thick digit thrust into him, curling just right to tease those hypersensitive internal nodes that made him moan helplessly. When a second digit pushed in alongside the first, his valve stretched, slick and eager, forcing a sharp cry from his vocalizer. His helm fell back against the pillow, vents cycling fast as his frame trembled under the relentless stimulation.
The mech’s glossa and digits worked him mercilessly, coaxing Starscream closer and closer to overload, until Starscream’s desperation shifted into need. He reached down, curling a servo into the shuttle’s plating to stop him.
“I… I want to overload on your spike.”
He breathed, voice dripping with want.
The mech paused, optics meeting his, glossa still glistening with his fluids.
Without a word, he obeyed, rising to his knees. Starscream’s optics widened as his modesty panel clicked open.
Primus.
The other’s spike was enormous, white with faint blue biolights pulsing along its length, thick enough to make Starscream’s valve clench in anticipation. Drops of transfluid were already gathering at the tip, proof of just how badly the mech wanted him. That was… easily top three biggest spikes he’d ever taken.
“Primus… you’re huge.” Starscream whispered, ventilations ragged.
The mech flushed at the words, his expression somewhere between pride and hesitation. Starscream smirked faintly, opening his legs wider, baring himself without shame.
“Come on.” He purred, voice low and wrecked. “I want you inside me. Now.”
The mech positioned himself between Starscream’s thighs, one large servo sliding up his hip to hold him steady. Starscream’s vents stuttered, wings twitching restlessly against the berth as anticipation burned through his frame.
The thick tip of the shuttle’s spike brushed against his soaked valve lips, smearing transfluid and heat across hypersensitive plating.
“You want it this bad?”
The mech murmured, his voice low and wrecked as his thumb traced the edge of Starscream’s valve.
Starscream’s optics half-lidded, his glossa darting out to wet his dermas.
“Don’t-” he panted, rocking his hips up just enough to make the tip catch against his entrance. “Don’t you dare tease me right now. I need you inside.”
That earned him a breathless groan from the other mech. One servo gripped Starscream’s thigh, pushing it up, exposing him fully.
The first slow push made Starscream gasp, his valve stretching around the thick head of the spike. It was almost too much, almost. The sweet burn sent static dancing down his back strut, and his talons scratched at the shuttle’s plating, desperate to ground himself.
“Primus…” Starscream’s vocalizer cracked on the word as more of that spike slid inside. “You’re… so fragging big…”
“Relax for me.”
The mech whispered, his voice strained, optics locked on where their frames were joined.
Starscream let out a strangled moan as the mech bottomed out with a deep, shuddering thrust. Overwhelmed, he couldn’t stop his valve from clenching greedily around the thickness inside him, transfluid dripping down his thighs.
The shuttle cursed under his vents, resting his forehead against Starscream’s cockpit glass.
“You… you feel like you’re gonna break me…”
Starscream let out a laugh.
“Good.” He hissed, grinding his hips forward to make him groan louder. “Now move.”
The shuttle didn’t waste another klik. With a low, guttural growl, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming his spike back into the hilt, making Starscream arch violently against the berth with a sharp, broken cry.
“Primus…! Yes!” Starscream’s vocalizer glitched, vents dragging harshly as his wings flared wide, trembling. “Harder…! don’t you dare hold back!”
The mech snarled softly, gripping Starscream’s hips so tight his digits left dents in the plating.
His thrusts grew brutal, relentless, the heavy sound of metal slamming against metal filling the room.
Starscream’s optics flickered, his vocalizer a litany of moans and curses as every thrust hit deep, sending fire through his neural net. His valve calipers spasmed around the thick spike, sucking it in greedily with each thrusts, transfluid coating the mech’s thighs.
“Frag, you’re so tight.” The shuttle groaned, his vents roaring. “Like you were made for this …”
Starscream laughed breathlessly, helm falling back as another hard thrust wrung a desperate sound from him.
“Maybe I was.” He panted out, talons digging into the mech’s shoulders, leaving fresh gouges in his plating. “Now shut up and frag me.”
The mech obeyed, slamming into him with ruthless precision, each hit perfectly angled to grind against the swollen nodes deep inside his valve. Starscream’s entire frame jolted with every hit, wings twitching violently against the berth until they were a trembling, overstimulated mess.
“You gonna overload already, little seeker?”
The mech growled into his audial, voice breaking with static.
Starscream’s response came out as a sharp, needy whine.
“Make me.” He hissed, optics blazing. “Fragging make me.”
With a snarled curse, the mech hooked one of Starscream’s legs over his shoulder and drove in even deeper, spike grinding against every hypersensitive node inside. Starscream screamed, his valve squeezing down so tight it nearly forced overload right then and there, his systems sparking with warning heat.
“Primus… I’m…!” Starscream’s vents stuttered, overworked and desperate. “Don’t- don’t stop…!”
The mech’s rhythm turned vicious, spike thrusting into Starscream with a force that made the entire berth creak and groan beneath them. Each thrust slammed perfectly into that node buried deep inside, until Starscream couldn’t do anything but sob brokenly, optics flickering.
“Frag! Primus, yes! There… there!”
His voice cracked into static, high-pitched and raw, until the sounds coming out of his vocalizer were more pleading than coherent.
The mech hooked both of Starscream’s legs up over his broad shoulders, folding him open until there was no escape, no space to breathe, nothing but him.
The next thrust speared in deep, grinding against every oversensitive sensor at once, and Starscream screamed.
His entire frame arched violently, wings flaring wide and trembling as overload crashed into him, brutal and consuming. His valve clenched down hard around the spike, milking it greedily as waves of pleasure tore through his neural net, leaving him shaking, incoherent, wrecked.
The mech slammed deep one last time, spike locking as his overload hit, filling Starscream’s valve with a hot rush of transfluid. He rode it out, making Starscream sob helplessly, pleasure tipping into raw, aching bliss.
The seeker’s optics were unfocused, vents dragging in ragged pulls of air, plating slick with condensation.
The mech stayed buried deep, one heavy servo spread possessively over Starscream’s trembling belly plating as his vents roared against his neck cables.
Starscream was still shaking when the shuttle finally eased out of him, valve fluttering and dripping with a mix of their transfluids. He gasped at the sudden emptiness, but before he could whine about it, warm servos slid under his frame and pulled him into a slow, languid kiss.
It wasn’t rushed; the mech’s glossa moved lazily against his, tasting every moan that slipped from Starscream’s dermas. The contrast between the brutal fragging from before and this soft, claiming intimacy made Starscream’s spark thrum wildly in its chamber.
“Mmh… Feels like you’re still inside me…”
Starscream whispered against his dermas, optics half-lidded and voice still wrecked.
The shuttle smirked faintly, tracing a servo along Starscream’s inner thigh, right over the slick mess between his legs.
“That’s because I’m not done with you yet.”
Starscream shivered violently, vocalizer glitching when those digits ghosted over his overstimulated node.
“P-Primus… I just-”
Starscream let out a broken moan when the shuttle’s digits slipped between his valve’s calipers again, gentle but relentless, spreading him open with ease after being stretched around his spike. His node throbbed with hypersensitivity, and every slow circle of a thumb over it sent sparks of pleasure ricocheting through his processor.
“I know.” The mech murmured, pressing soft, wet kisses along the arch of Starscream’s neck cables, “That’s exactly why it’ll feel even better now. You think I’m letting you recharge yet?”
Starscream’s optics flickered violently, frame arching into the touch, wings quivering as another wave of heat rolled through his systems. He grabbed the mech’s helm and kissed him messily, desperation lacing every movement.
Then, with a mischievous tilt of his head, Starscream leaned down, glossa tracing a slow, deliberate path over the shuttle’s thick spike, tasting it, savoring the warm, metallic tang.
The shuttle’s optics widened, chassis rising and falling with startled gasps, wings twitching as Starscream teased him with wet, tantalizing flicks, alternating gentle sucking with slow, deliberate strokes.
The mech gasped, venting low, guttural sounds of need as Starscream’s glossa moved in confident circles along the length of the spike, tasting, teasing, claiming. Every pulse, every subtle shiver of the shuttle’s frame fed into Starscream’s own pleasure, wings fluttering, vents cycling faster.
His wings twitching, venting short, sharp pulses of need. Starscream held him there, feeling every tiny tremor, every pulsing twitch of his spike.
He paused for a moment, pulling just enough back to watch the shuttle’s faceplate; flushed, dermas parted, vents ragged with longing. The intensity of want in those blue optics sent another jolt through Starscream’s system. He leaned down again, teasing the tip with slow, circular movements, then flicking his glossa along the length in a deliberate, possessive rhythm.
“P-please…”
The shuttle whispered, and Starscream hummed softly, savoring the sound, the taste, the heat between them.
Servos braced, wings twitching, he took his time, sliding along the spike with glossa and dermas, tasting every trace of transfluid, feeling every pulse of desire. The shuttle arched into him, shivering, venting low, guttural moans that vibrated through the berth.
Finally, with one last, loud suck, the seeker pulled back from the shuttle, savoring the way he looked at him; breathless, needy, completely his.
“I want your spike again. Now.”
The shuttle chuckled low, sliding into position and pressing the blunt head against Starscream’s valve entrance without pushing in just yet.
“Say it properly.”
Starscream let out a frustrated hiss, grinding against him shamelessly.
“Frag me.” He demanded, optics blazing. “Frag me until I can’t walk.”
The mech obeyed, slowly, this time. Inch by inch, thick spike sinking back into Starscream’s tight, overstimulated valve, until his vocalizer broke into a needy, high-pitched scream.
Starscream didn’t even try to keep track of how many times he had overloaded that night-cycle.
Every time he thought it was over, the shuttle would start again, relentless, as if driven by the knowledge that this was all he could have for one night, and that he had to make every instant count.
All Starscream knew was that he wished it could go on forever.
Eventually, utterly spent, vent humming with lingering heat, he finally drifted into a deep, contented recharge.
***
A few cycles later, Starscream sat at his desk, one servo propping up his helm as he watched his students shuffle into the classroom, preparing for his astrophysics lecture.
His expression was one of detached boredom, but his processors were elsewhere.
He still found himself thinking about him; the mech from that fiery night-cycle. He wondered if maybe he should have asked for his designation, his comma’s contact information, arranged another meeting… Primus, maybe he’d have to check that bar again.
Forcing himself to shove the memory aside, Starscream scanned the incoming students, and then froze.
The moment he saw him, his vents stalled, cutting off his breath.
No. Impossible. It couldn’t be.
And yet there was no margin for error: that massive white frame, those elegant wings, the glow of those blue optics…
Spark hammering, Starscream snatched up the datapad with the class roster, scrolling frantically until he found it. Next to a small photo of a smiling freshman’s faceplate, a designation: Skyfire.
When Starscream lifted his gaze, he met the shuttle’s optics; wide, stunned, mirroring his own disbelief.
They stared at each other for what felt like a full cycle, frozen in silent shock, until Skyfire suddenly dropped his gaze, his entire faceplate flushing hot to the tips of his audials. Clutching his datapads tightly, he hurried past without a word, retreating to a seat at the very back of the room.
Starscream inhaled sharply, forcing himself to activate the holoscreen for the lesson. His voice, when he spoke, was smooth and professional; practiced, detached, flawless.
And yet, his circuits felt like they were on fire.
He hadn’t spent the entire night-cycle getting fragged by one of his students. That was impossible. Absolutely impossible.
A wave of panic prickled through him, the kind he’d never allowed himself before. He was supposed to be a model of discipline, a seeker of knowledge, a figure of control. Not this. Not his circuits shaking through his frame every time the freshman’s optics flickered toward him.
Starscream forced himself, to speak, to act like nothing had happened. But every syllable he uttered felt brittle, every venting echo a reminder of the recklessness of that night.
His mind screamed at him to pull back, to erase every trace, to bury it beneath protocol and professionalism. But his spark… his spark wouldn’t let him.