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Fuck Starscream.
Seated in-between Megatron's spread thighs, you glared daggers into the aforementioned seeker. He was parallel to you, front-and-center upon the warlord's lap, leering right back at you. Killer friction sparked between the two of you, mutual ire giving rise to electric tension. Near close enough to kiss, you bore your teeth in response to his sneer; the only thing standing barrier in prevention of your impending brawl the impressively large spike sandwiched between your torsos.
Megatron's impressively large spike, to be precise.
"This is all your fault!" The seeker spat, his remark directed at you.
"Oh yes, its 'all my fault' you deliberately went out of your way to trip me in the hall." You hissed, voice dripping with blatant sarcasm. It was honestly such a juvenile thing to fight over, but at this point you'd take any excuse you could get to clock screamer in the mug; exactly what you'd sprung up and done after he'd tripped you. The situation had naturally escalated from there, eventually finding yourselves where you were now as a result of it.
"Precisely." He shot back without a second thought.
You headbutted him for that, hard. He should've seen it coming, really; you'd reeled all the way back and everything. He yelped, helm crashing back against Megatron's solid plating.
"Enough." A rolling growl seeped from above; annoyance clear in the war-frame's tone.
"They hit me!" Starscream screeched.
"I didn’t hit you, idiot. I'm in cuffs. I headbutted you." All truths, you were in cuffs. He was in cuffs. You were both in cuffs, servos locked behind your backs.
"Why you little smart-mouthed-" he snarled, looking about ready to bite you.
'Do it.' A voice in your head echoed, daring him to try.
"Enough."
You glared at each other, simmering quietly in silent submission under Megatron's brooding gaze.
"Open. Both of you, now."
There wasn't a moment of hesitation; twin clicks heard you and the air commander's modesty panels retracted simultaneously; neither surprised to find the other fully aroused as, despite your rivalry, you and Starscream interfaced regularly. Engaging in 'frustration sex' in which you scratched and dented the shit out of each other; irritation as foreplay. Megatron wasn't a new addition to this dynamic, either, though you doubted he experienced the same strange, horny, pavlovian response to Starscream's ear-grating voice as you did. Nor did you assume he was attracted to you in the same, 'choke me harder, bitch' backwards way Starscream was.
He just wanted to get off and make Starscream suffer at the same time.
You could respect that in a mech.
One of Megatron's massive paws swept down from the throne's armrest, a lone digit prodding you in the back and pushing you forward. Bending you downward until your faceplate was hovering just above Screamer's spike, dwarfed in comparison to Megatron's as it was- Starscream practically cradling the monstrous thing. The seeker snickering something along the lines of 'finally putting that mouth to good use, I see' from above. A dark desire arising from the deepest depths of your processor in that moment, demanding that you chomp the dick's prick right off.
You considered the risks.
The digit at your back nudging you, tip of your dearly detested's spike bumping on your lower lip.
"Suck."
A simple order, though one you loathe.
A direct order from Megatron himself, however.
Begrudgingly, you pushed on, lips parting around the phallus. Leaning further downwards, you let it slide deep into your intake, tongue curling to make space for the sex tool. Starscream gasped, rocking his hips up into your mouth in a way that'd surely trigger a gag-reflex if you had one. Nevertheless, you did as you were told. Bobbing your head up, along, and around Starscream's spike, the pressure of Megatron's digit receding as you dutifully complied with his orders.
Sucking and licking, making a show of retracting completely before swallowing him whole.
Screamer writhing as your pace shifted erratically from fast and sloppy to slow and painstakingly deliberate without coherent pattern. His frustration momentarily soaring when you would stop suddenly and suck shallow, yourself taking immense pleasure in acknowledging the fact that there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it with his hands restrained behind his back. His whines and pitiful huffs music to your audial. Responding to his desperate attempt to thrust up into your mouth by pulling away and only returning when he was finished jutting. "Yes.." Megatron's tone dragged, transparently taking pleasure in witnessing the sexual torment of his lieutenant. A thick glob of lubricant trailing down the length of his large grey-black spike, deep red bio-lights shimmering under the moisture.
"Ohhh.." The seeker gaped as you came down on him full, throat fluttering as you swallowed hard and pressed your glossa to his intrusion. Starscream's overload nearing. You made to finish him quick; a mercy to spare the both of you.
However,
"Stop, that's enough."
A direct order from Megatron himself, how could you refuse?
You pulled away, sitting up. Starscream crying out, begging for his master to allow him to reach completion. His pleas falling on deaf ears.
A dark claw curling around your waist, digits encircling you. Lifted until the engorged tip of Megatron's spike tapped at your entrance, a tremble running up your strut in anticipation of what was to come. Leaning back in his throne, he grunted as he forced you down onto his spike with agonizing pace. Your stabilizers twitching and bending inwards, insides parting wide to accommodate his familiar stretch. Halting at half-hilt, conveniently just short of Starscream's still aching spike, the air commander's leaking head daring to press light to your anterior node. A sensation that had you twitching. Megatron seeming to consider something for a moment before sliding you further southward, Starscream's spike catching and disappearing into your valve along with his. A croon of approval shared between Screamer and you.
Stuffed full of the two, you rolled your hips into Starscream's lap, his expression one of dumbed bliss as his spike idly pumped seeded pre-fluids up into you, the sporadic pulses further filling your inward sex.
Unable to milk Screamer for long before you were abruptly pulled up and pushed back down onto the Warlord's spike just as quickly, too fast for Starscream's spike to catch. You squirmed, head lulling as filthy obscenities were moaned into the air, tip of Starscream's spike striking and sliding along your node with force as it ricocheted. Proportionately monstrous and thick as Megatron's spike was, it felt near impossible to take him all at once; some base inches yet to penetrate as they remained coddled solely between the seeker's thighs, slickened and parting the weeping lips of his neglected valve.
Relaxing, you let yourself be used as a manual fuck-toy, bouncing limply with your digits digging into Megatron's grip as he set steady pace, roughly dragging you up and down upon him and bruising your ceiling node with brutal precision each time. Spasming when Starscream would buck his hips up in search of meager friction, smoothing against your anterior node yet finding no purchase for his actions. There wasn't much you could offer in your euphoria, but you were able to tilt your head frontwards, taking in the visage of his expression pinched with upset and flushed desperation, watching him again and again try to align himself without help from his tied servos. Your eyes meeting briefly; you offered a sharkish smirk- only to come off as half-meant as it wavered, your own expression crumbling and giving way to pleasured keens as Megatron's tapered ribs caught particularly hard on a line of calipers.
You came undone just as Starscream's tip finally caught, once more slipping up into your tight embrace and reveling in the heat of your quaking walls; feeling just as you restricted, a wash of lubricant seeping out as you shuddered through release, demanding he stay as your insides convulsed around two separate intruders. More than enough to trigger his long overdue overload, a merciful end to his torment, transfluids doing little to rival the current stretch you were already experiencing as he slacked against the subtle warmth of his leader's plating.
Though, Megatron wasn't quite done with you yet.
Jerked up and slammed down so hard your head spun with vertigo. A low growl rumbling from the war-frame as viscous ropes of fluids shot up into you with power; threatening to find paths past your ceiling node into your sealed forge. Instead, with nowhere else to go, the liquid swelled and dripped from you, pooling onto the soiled seat of the throne and leaking onto the floor below.
Spent, you slouched, able now to freely encroach upon Screamer's personal space. Exhausted and lying back, the seeker simply glared at you. You seized his lips in seconds, tugging and nipping with unfounded vigor. He found the energy to sneer, lilting his helm to the side and forcing his derma flat to yours, slinking glossa piercing between both sets of lips and charging to dominate your mouth with dying strength.
Megatron's grip slipping from around your waist, servo reclaiming its rightful place on the armrest as he shifted beneath the two of you.
"Switch."
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