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“Who is it?”

“Who is it?”

“Who is it?”

At every opportunity—at even the slightest break in conversation—Rodimus asked this. Even if it was just a pause to take a ventilation. His most recent questioning had him with his hands on Megatron’s thighs, who was sitting in the captain’s chair, staring him right in the optic.

“Like I’ve been saying all day : you’ll see.”

Rodimus pouted.

“That didn’t work the first fifty times. I don’t know why you think it would work now.”

“Because you suddenly realized how cute I am and now want to do whatever I ask of you?”

Megatron rolled his optics.

“ Rodimus .” Ultra Magnus glowered at him, crossing his arms.

“We’re on duty,” Megatron said. “You know the rules.”

“And I know how to break them,” Rodimus whispered, waggling his optic ridges suggestively.

“Hands off or I tell our guest to leave,” Megatron hissed.

“Ugh.”

Rodimus trudged off, dismissively waving Magnus away. Of course, he followed, saying something about professionalism or something he'd forget about in a few minutes. Why couldn't he just get used to it? Everyone else had.

Magnus continued to lecture him as he keyed in the code to the office. He continued to not listen. Once he'd sat himself down at the desk, propping his pedes up with his hands folded behind his helm, he flicked through the crew's list for the umpteenth time.

He truly had no idea who it was. Not even a clue . Drift being the only one he really cared to frag, but he was off-limits.

Unless! Unless Megatron had somehow bagged him and Ratchet? As preposterous as that was, Ratchet had to be good in berth if Drift decided to settle for him, right? Maybe Megatron had used his charm and…

Rodimus sighed. There was no way. It was useless to hope that he might get to frag Drift again.

Okay. So not them and not Thunderclash. Obviously not Magnus. Primus forbid he bring Getaway. Maybe Blaster? He'd flirted with Rodimus enough to be an option, but he couldn't imagine him being keen on fragging Megatron . Chromedome and Rewind were out, for obvious reasons. Tailgate and Cyclonus, too. 

Rodimus rubbed his temples. He really wanted to know so he could be prepared, but there was something thrilling to the surprise.

He trusted Megatron. He'd bring someone they both liked, surely.

But who ?

Rodimus might fry his processor if he kept thinking this hard. So he decided, for his own sanity and to make sure he was good and ready for whatever and whoever Megatron had planned, he'd take a nap. Surely Megatron would be proud of him for being so responsible.

"Rodimus." Someone gently shook him.

Rodimus quietly groaned but didn't open his optics.

"Rodimus." They shook him harder.

"What?" Rodimus snapped, opening his optics to find Megatron looming over him. 

"You could've at least finished this paperwork," Megatron said, gesturing to the small pile of data pads.

Rodimus shrugged. "It can wait."

"It can't, actually. This all needs to be submitted today . And our guest is already waiting."

Rodimus perked up considerably. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked as he hastily grabbed a report.

"I'd assumed you'd come in here to finish them," Megatron said with a roll of his optics. "How about you finish this, and I'll get started with him, hm?"

Rodimus grabbed Megatron's arm before he could get away. "Oh no, you don't! It's called a threesome for a reason!"

Megatron had an amused smile on his face as he sat down opposite his co-captain. "This shouldn't take us long."

" Correct ," Rodimus said, skimming over glyphs he didn't fully process. He signed his approval at the bottom and just prayed this request wasn't from Brainstorm.

"At least read them ."

"We don't want to keep our guest waiting! If he has a good time I want him to come back."

Sighing, Megatron flipped through what remained. "You know, if you had just spent your day going over these we—"

"Yeah, yeah, I should be more responsible or better with my time. You don't have to give me the lecture. The only thing I want you to give me is a good spiking, m'kay?"

Megatron just gave a small shake of his helm, unevenly splitting the pile so he had more than Rodimus. And he did try. He really did. He willed the words to make sense and he really wanted to be a good captain and be good for Megatron, but his processor had rocketed to his array and he could already feel how wet he was.

Rodimus squirmed in his seat.

Megatron sighed and took the datapad from Rodimus. He put it down on the desk and stood, making his way over to Rodimus.

“Up,” he ordered.

With a positively giddy smile, Rodimus obeyed, but Megatron grabbed him before he could get more than one step towards the door. He sat where Rodimus had been sitting, easily pulling his fiery co-captain into his lap, holding him to his frame with one hand while the other picked up the datapad again.

“Meeeegs,” Rodimus complained. He wriggled in his grip.

“If you stay quiet and let me finish this, I’ll give you a little treat.” Megatron’s hand snaked down to his array that was noticeably warmer than the rest of him.

“Totally quiet?”

“That’s asking for a miracle.” Megatron hummed appreciatively when Rodimus’ panels slid away. “I’ll allow you to make some noise.”

At the first touch to his burning array, Rodimus sank back against his co-captain. Lubricant dripped down Megatron's thigh and pooled onto the chair. It would make for a debauched display for anyone unlucky (or lucky) enough to walk into their unlocked office.

Presumably, Magnus had left.

Not that Rodimus cared. They were in charge and if they wanted to fuck in the office they should be allowed.

Megatron absentmindedly rubbed at his node while he read through the reports. Rodimus squirmed and panted, trying to coax his fingers further down. He even went so far as to grab his wrist, but as always, Megatron could only be moved if he wanted to be moved.

"Now, now, Rodimus…" Megatron shifted his hand so he wasn't touching him at all. 

Rodimus gave a needy whine.

"I think I'm being very fair here, but I'll stop if you don't be good and sit still for me."

"I'll be good," Rodimus grumbled.

Pressing a few kisses along his finials, Megatron resumed his rubbing. Too gently to hold a charge, but just enough to keep things interesting.

Megatron's comm beeped. "Oh, if it isn't our guest."

Rodimus perked up.

"Let me take this," Megatron said. "Hello?"

Rodimus strained his audials, but he couldn't make out the voice on the other end. All he gleaned from it was that it wasn't nearly as deep as Megatron's. Closer to his own, really.

Again, it didn't point to anyone.

"Yes, we'll be on our way shortly. You can blame Rodimus for not getting all of his work done on time, but I'll have it finished soon enough."

Rodimus wriggled when Megatron stopped moving. "Meeeeegs, c'mon, let's just go already!"

Megatron chuckled. "Yes, I've got him right here in my lap. He's already made quite a mess." He spread Rodimus' valve lips, lubricant strung between them. "Why don't you give our guest a little preview, Rodimus?"

Megatron sunk two fingers deep within him, and Rodimus couldn't help but moan, his fingers digging into Megatron's forearm. He heard the mystery bot's voice drop, clearly enjoying what he was hearing. He languidly pumped his fingers in and out of Rodimus' clenching valve and wrung more pretty noises from his voicebox.

"We should be back in about fifteen minutes," Megatron said casually. Like he was just working and not stuffing Rodimus' valve with his thick fingers. 

"Fifteen minutes?" Rodimus complained.

"Maybe this will teach you to be responsible."

"This will only teach me how mean you are."

"We'll be along soon," Megatron said into his comm. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? Just don't have too much fun without us. Surely you remember how insatiable Rodimus is."

Megatron hung up and Rodimus stifled a whine as he went back to reading. He kept his mouth shut even as his node throbbed with the need for release. It felt like an eternity had passed when Megatron put down the final signed datapad.

"Shall we?"

Rodimus raced into his habsuite as soon as the door opened enough for him to slip inside. No one waited on the couch, so surely he was already spread across his berth. Maybe even with his panels open. He had half a processor to pop his own and sit himself down on his spike.

But the berthroom was empty, too.

“Hm. That’s strange,” Megatron said, coming up behind Rodimus with a hand on his chin. “I asked him to wait in here.”

Rodimus groaned. “This is all your fault.”

“It really isn’t.”

Groaning more loudly, Rodimus said, “This is the worst thing ever.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. I’m sure he just went for a walk.”

“When he’s got me to fuck? I don’t think so.” Rodimus’ spoiler twitched irritably as he made his way back out to the living area. “He knew we were coming!”

“Then let this be a lesson to you. Get your work done on time.”

Rodimus pouted. He opened his mouth to say something rude, but was interrupted by a crackling sound.

"Wait… this isn't the Autobot’s weapons cache," a new voice said, thick with mock confusion.

A familiar, tingly field enveloped him and Rodimus couldn't help his giddy smile.

“Been a while, huh, Roddy?”

The smirk in his voice would have been telling enough, but the fizzy feeling from his teleporting was unmistakeable. Violet arms encircled his waist with kisses landing on his spoiler mount.

“I thought you were on Earth, Skywarp,” Rodimus said, already ventilating heavily.

“I was. But I received a very interesting phone call from Megatron, of all mechs. As soon as he mentioned your name, well…” One of Skywarp’s hands wandered down to his aft. “I just couldn’t resist.” He blew out a long, low whistle. “How is it that you keep getting hotter every time I see you?”

“I just have that effect on mechs.”

"So tell me," Skywarp whispered, "what's all this about you turning Megs into your sex slave?"

Rodimus laughed. "Oh, you know, I just put the offer out there and who was he to deny me?"

"Deets? Megs wouldn't spill."

"I'm starting to think this was a bad idea," Megatron said.

Skywarp shooed him off. " Spill , Roddy!"

"Wouldn't you rather show him?" Megatron insinuated. He offered Rodimus a hand.

Glancing back at Skywarp with a mischievous look in his optics, he accepted Megatron's hand. He interlaced their fingers and led him over to the berth. He expected Megatron to join him, but he stood beside the berth while Rodimus got on it.

"You too, Skywarp." Megatron crooked his finger at him.

One moment he was across the room, and the next he was back behind Rodimus feeling him up. The after-effects of his teleportation tickled Rodimus’ plating and already his array was warm and ready. All it took was a few seeker kisses along his spoiler for his modesty panels to fold away.

"Don't even think about touching him yet," Megatron said.

Rodimus bit back a whine.

"Aw, c'mon, Roddy, you didn't break him in yet?"

"I've tamed him," Megatron said.

Rodimus scoffed. "He's exaggerating. I might take my time now, but you can't tame me."

Megatron tilted Rodimus' chin up and his vents caught. He felt pinned by that gaze.

"See?" Megatron said with a sadistic smile.

Rodimus pouted. 

Sighing, Skywarp said, “I guess I don’t mind if I have to take my time with you.”

“That’s the spirit,” Megatron said as he pulled a chair up and sat in it.

“What? You’re just going to watch?” Rodimus complained.

Megatron leaned his helm onto one hand while a lewd smile spread across his face. “For now.”

“More for me,” Skywarp said. He kissed his neck, burrowing his face into the tempting curve, so that even if Rodimus didn’t want him there, he’d have a hard time keeping him away. But, he did. He so did.

Rodimus ventilated heavily, thoroughly enjoying the electric feel of Skywarp’s hands exploring his frame. Rediscovering his weak points—and exploiting them. His slender fingers could get into seams and under plating that Megatron could only dream of reaching. Such sensations felt foreign to Rodimus, now.

Skywarp slid a hand down his front and Rodimus shivered in giddy anticipation. Megatron’s earlier teasing had him riled up and dripping. He’d been patient—even by Megatron’s standards! He deserved to have someone rutting into him by now. Preferably two someones.

“Skywarp,” Megatron said his name in a scolding way. He stood, tutting. “What did I just say? No touching yet."

“C’mon, Megatron, look at him. How am I supposed to resist all that?”

“I am.” Megatron stood, making Rodimus rev his engine expectantly. He stared at him for a few moments, his smile turning sadistic as his co-captain wriggled in Skywarp's arms.

Megatron tilted Rodimus’ chin up. Optics glazed over with lust and an open, drooling mouth greeted him. He stroked along his jaw and then pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth while Rodimus mouthed at him, trying to turn it into a real kiss. “You’re a mess already.”

Rodimus gave him a sloppy smile. “I’m sure you can make me a much bigger mess.”

“He wants to be a mess, Megs.” Skywarp pulled Rodimus against him, a hand on his neck and the other snaking down towards his array. “Are you really gonna deny him?”

“Please, Megs, I need your spike.”

“He needs it, Megs.”

"And you’ll get it. You always get it. You just need to be patient. And you,” his attention turned to Skywarp, but his hand stayed on Rodimus, “need to take your time. Savour him.” His optics focused back on Rodimus. “He deserves to be savoured.”

Rodimus felt pinned by those dim, crimson optics. Half-shuttered with desire. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his ventilations until Megatron’s hand retreated.

“Why couldn’t you break him in before inviting me?”

“He invited you,” Rodimus pointed out.

“Whatever. If it was just you and me I’d be inside of you already.”

“What’s stopping you?” Rodimus taunted him.

“What’s stopping you? You whipped by Megatron now?”

Rodimus flipped around, pushing Skywarp down into the berth and pinning his wrists. Whatever annoyance, if he’d even truly been annoyed, fled Skywarp’s face to be replaced by giddy excitement. His field even prickled like he was about to teleport. 

Wait.

Rodimus blinked and their positions were reversed, only with Rodimus facedown. Not that he was complaining. And complaining was the last thing he wanted to do when Skywarp’s mouth met with his heated spoiler. It tried to twitch away from the too-much feeling of his relentless glossa.

Rodimus groaned. Skywarp’s codpiece was scalding on his aft, and his arousal was only heightened as the seeker grinded against him.

"Keep those panels shut, Skywarp," Megatron ordered.

"Oh, yes, of course Lord Megatron," Skywarp said sarcastically.

Rodimus snickered.

"I may not be your leader anymore, but I am in charge here."

"Equal rank!" Rodimus said.

"Not in the berth room."

"Yeah, not in the berth room," Skywarp said. Leaning down he whispered right into his audial, "And I know how much you like to be ordered around in berth. I bet you love when Megatron plays at being your Lord."

Rodimus neither confirmed nor denied that statement.

"Turn back around, you two," Megatron ordered. "I want to see what you're doing."

Skywarp was more than happy to return them to the position they'd been in before. Rodimus struggled a bit, all for show, of course, but Skywarp probably could have held him down if he really wanted to. And now the image of Skywarp holding him still while Megatron had his way with him was burned into his processor and made a mess of his thighs.

"Fuuuuck, you're so wet," Skywarp said, running a hand up his slick thigh. "Thinking about this all day, huh?"

Rodimus whined when his fingertips just brushed his soaked metalmesh. His frame shook with arousal and made their plating rattle together. 

Through the haze of unbridled lust he saw Megatron move. That movement was a nod. An answer to Skywarp's unvoiced question, which gave him permission to finally— finally —touch him.

Rodimus choked out a sob at the first brush of seeker fingertips. Still teasing, they barely did anything to quell the desire burning hot through his lines. Brushing strokes to his anterior node had Rodimus thinking he might go mad.

"What do you want from him, Rodimus?" Megatron's deep, rumbling voice sounded as clear as if he was whispering right into his audial.

"I want you to finger me already," Rodimus demanded. Really, it came out as a needy whine.

At an aching pace, Skywarp pressed a finger inside of him. But just one.

Rodimus pleaded for more, but Skywarp seemed content to tease him as much as Megatron was wont to do. He said nothing and nibbled on Rodimus' finials while that single, solitary digit did little to satisfy him.

"Cruel bastards," Rodimus spat, but there was no venom behind it. It didn’t help that it ended with a needy moan.

"Cruel?" Megatron said with mock offense. "My dear Rodimus… the plans I have for you tonight are anything but cruel. You'll be rewarded for your patience. I promise you that."

Rodimus shut his optics as a fresh wave of lust rolled over his systems. His calipers clamped down unsatisfyingly while his field flared. It did everything it could to try and draw the two other mechs towards him. Against him.

Inside of him.

"Please," he begged, unashamed.

Megatron sighed. "Very well. You can give him another, Skywarp."

Rodimus sobbed with relief as he finally felt the slightest bit of friction. But it only took a few pumps of deft fingers to get used to it and for his valve to throb with need. He had to bite his glossa to keep from begging.

Behind him, a panel slid aside as quietly as possible.

"Skywarp."

"Hey, it's not my fault! He's hot, Megs."

Rodimus ground his aft against the rigid spike. He moaned Skywarp's name and did everything to tempt him save for grabbing his spike himself and shoving it inside. If he weren't tightly held by the seeker he would have bent himself over and presented his aft.

Megatron sighed. "Fine. But don't go rutting into him. Take it slow."

"Yeah, yeah.” Skywarp waved him off. His attention was all on Rodimus. “Hey, Roddy… I’ve got a mod I think you might like. In fact, I got it because of you. I was so disappointed when I didn’t get to see you again to try it out, but no time like the present, right?”

“What sort of mod?” Rodimus asked. 

“Well… since you loved getting fucked in your aft but also sneaking away for an impromptu frag…” Skywarp shifted just enough so that Rodimus could watch his mod in action. The ridges on his spike lifted slightly and spilled lubricant all down his shaft. “No more fumbling for bottles or having to settle for valve anymore.”

Rodimus’ optics glimmered with excitement while he uncontrollably revved his engine. He tried to wiggle out of Skywarp’s grip so he could get that thing inside of him yesterday, but the arm around his waist constricted tighter.

“Beg me for it,” Skywarp said.

“Please fuck me,” Rodimus said without hesitation.

Growling excitedly, Skywarp burrowed into the crook of his neck, kissing and nibbling. “Fuck I love how horny you always are.”

Rodimus canted his hips, catching the tip of Skywarp’s spike on his entrance. Skywarp pushed him forward until Rodimus’ face met with the berth. He had no problem spreading his legs and letting Skywarp hold him down while he ran his slick spike along his array.

Shuddering, Rodimus stared at Megatron. He’d apparently released his spike at some point during their foreplay-slash-torture and was casually stroking it. His valve clenched down as he imagined it splitting him open.

Skywarp didn’t give him any warning before he was sliding in. His so-far-ignored aft protested for a moment before Rodimus relaxed and took the rest of his spike in one easy stroke. And all the while, he held Megatron’s gaze. He didn't miss how he squeezed his spike when Rodimus let out a low moan.

His vents hitched when Skywarp curled a hand around Rodimus’ neck. He held his ventilations even when Skywarp didn't squeeze.

"Don't think I forgot," Skywarp whispered to him. He lifted him by his neck, and Rodimus fell back against him with a sigh, his spike getting just a little bit deeper.

"Careful with that neck, Skywarp," their audience spoke up. "One of us might want to use it."

Skywarp let out a little, "Ooohh," his optics sparkling with interest. Instead of choking him, he stroked the cabling, feeling Rodimus swallow beneath his careful fingertips.

"Enjoy what you have for now," Megatron quietly ordered.

"Mm… yes sir," Skywarp whispered in Rodimus’ audial. He moaned, lightly biting the top edge of Rodimus’ spoiler to muffle the sound. “Primus, Roddy, your aft is like nothing else.”

Rodimus let his helm fall back on Skywarp's shoulder.  He couldn't wait until he was completely filled. But he'd do as Megatron said.

He'd enjoy what he had.

For now.

While Skywarp slowly grinded into his aft, he kept his optics on Megatron. He let the lust and fire burn brightly. Hopefully he got so tempted to join that he forgot all about taking his time and just—

“You’re paying too much attention to me,” Megatron lightly scolded. Slowing his hand, but not quite stopping, he met Rodimus’ gaze. “Focus on Skywarp. Feel him moving deep inside of you.”

“I am,” Rodimus said on a breathy moan. He pushed his hips back against Skywarp’s slow, methodical thrusts. He moaned loudly, arching his back.

“No, you’re not. You’re putting on a show.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of the you watching me get fragged thing?”

“All I want is for you to enjoy. Watching you is show enough. Seeing your optics roll back in your helm as your writhe and gasp and can do nothing but feel. I don’t want you to think. Let your processor take the backseat for now, Rodimus.”

Rodimus turned his helm slightly when Skywarp pressed heated lips to his finials.

“Kiss him.”

“Yeah, kiss me, Roddy.”  Skywarp smiled lewdly against his helm. He tugged at his chin until Rodimus was forced against those supple lips. Not that he minded. Their plushness highlighted just how rough Megatron’s lips were, and just how used to them he’d gotten.

Rodimus grabbed at Skywarp’s helm and deepened their kiss. He moaned into his mouth as he moved his hips just a little faster.

“That valve is looking a little empty, don’t you think, Skywarp?”

Rodimus cracked open his optics slightly at Megatron’s words. He shivered as the hand not holding his chin trailed down his frame, its destination obvious. He involuntarily flinched when his fingertips brushed Rodimus’ engorged and sensitive node.

Thankfully, Skywarp's patience had worn thin. Like before, he started with a single, teasing finger, but it wasn't long before a second and third followed.

Skywarp shivered with lust. “I can feel my spike in your aft.” He experimented with a few shallow thrusts and then wiggled his fingers. “Frag that’s hot. Makes me wish I had two spikes so I could fill you up all by myself.”

Delicious little noises escaped Rodimus' voicebox. He couldn't get used to the pace Skywarp set. He'd shift his hips and then sink his fingers in, then he'd leave him nearly empty before stuffing him full again. His helm spun, delirious, to the point that he didn't notice that Megatron had stood. He did notice Skywarp leaning forward, sending them toppling forward. He found himself face-to-spike with Megatron. Like he was programmed, he opened his mouth and waited to feel the weight of his spike on his glossa.

"On your knees," Megatron ordered. "Both of you.”

Rodimus groaned as Skywarp left him empty. He squirmed on the berth for a moment, mourning the lack of spike, but a flare of envy had him up and firing on all cylinders when he took in the sight of Skywarp on his knees before Megatron. He followed all too eagerly, scrambling off of the berth. 

But Skywarp had already gotten the best spot.

"You're not gonna hog all this to yourself, are you?" Skywarp asked, kissing and licking along Megatron's shaft.

"'Course not," he said, even as jealousy pricked at his spark.

"Mm…" Skywarp took the head of Megatron's spike into his mouth. He closed his optics as Megatron rested his hand on the seeker's helm. He wasn't forceful, but he did encourage Skywarp to take more.

Sliding along his shaft, Skywarp got most of it in. Most. Try as he might, that last, mouth-breaking plate was too much for him. That, and he was lightly gagging every time it hit the back of his throat. He made up for it by moaning wantonly and wrapping his hand around what his mouth couldn't handle.

Megatron still had his helm tilted back, a sigh slipping past his lips. At least Rodimus could watch him now. See the faces he made while someone was blowing him. Watch the little ministrations of his hips, carefully driving just a little beyond Skywarp's limits.

Stupid, weird jealousy still made Rodimus' tank fizz. It'd clearly been way too long since he'd had a threesome, because his memories of them were a lot more thrilling than this.

Maybe he just needed to get more involved.

Rodimus got behind Skywarp. He wrapped his arms around his waist and left lingering kisses on heated wings. He moaned around the welcome intrusion that was Megatron's spike and tried to arch back towards Rodimus without losing any ground.

Lips brushing Skywarp's audial, he whispered, "Swirl your glossa around the head of his spike every time he pulls back. Drives him wild."

Skywarp flicked his wings. Message received. Not one moment later Megatron's vents hitched and he let out a pleasured groan. Another followed when Skywarp repeated the trick.

"Giving him tips?" Megatron said between vents, his deep crimson gaze settling on Rodimus' face. 

"I'm just showing our esteemed guest a good time," Rodimus said. He wrapped his hand around Skywarp's twitching spike and he eagerly bucked up into his hand. "That good, Skywarp?"

Skywarp answered with a moan, trying one more time to take Megatron's whole length. A tiny thrust of Megatron's hips had him pulling off, coughing lightly, while his hand still stroked his shaft. 

"Can I have a turn?" Rodimus asked, lust dripping from every word.

Skywarp nodded, his optics watery and his ventilations still heavy and heated. He shuffled out of the way.

Megatron turned more towards Rodimus. His ever-impressive spike dangled tantalizingly before his mouth. He opened it, letting his glossa out just a bit more so that Megatron could rest the head there. Prefluid dribbled into his mouth and he swallowed it back with a pleasured groan.

Rodimus started off slow. He only took about half of him in, pulling back before Megatron could be truly satisfied. Because he knew not even Megatron had infinite patience. Certainly not after getting nearly there with Skywarp. So he wasn't the least bit surprised when he felt a wide palm resting on the back of his helm.

He gave Megatron a cheeky look. As if to say, did you want something? 

With a small growl, Megatron thrust all the way in. Rodimus moaned around his spike while he gripped Megatron's hips. He employed the same trick he'd just taught Skywarp as his co-captain fucked his throat like it was his Primus-given right.

"Fuck, that's hot," Skywarp said as he watched Rodimus take his entire length into his intake. "You were always the true throat goat."

Megatron slowed to a stop. "The… what?"

Rodimus choked as he laughed, pulling off and coughing. He curled over, hacking and laughing along with Skywarp, while Megatron watched on, confused.

"I'm starting to think that I don't want to know," Megatron said.

"Skywarp. Shut up," Rodimus said. "You're distracting me from this glorious spike."

Encouraged by Megatron's hands, and even one of Skywarp's, Rodimus swallowed his length once more, moaning deeply. He shifted minutely along, feeling every plate, while slowly taking him back into his intake. When his lips kissed pelvic plating, Megatron held him there. He rocked his hips as Rodimus' name slipped past his lips.

"This sinful mouth of yours," Megatron said on a ventilation. He let his helm fall back, optics shut with bliss. 

Rodimus flinched slightly when he felt the head of Skywarp's spike nudge his cheek.

"That sinful mouth should be shared." Skywarp shoved Megatron out of the way, but Rodimus imagined he would only have been moved of his own volition. Especially since no one really ever wanted to leave his mouth once they were in it. At least, not until they'd coated his throat in transfluid.

With half the care and twice the gusto, Skywarp sheathed himself inside. He didn't hesitate to press past the silicone ring of his intake. He thrust into his throat and made Rodimus make a wet, gurgling noise that could only be considered sexy in the moment.

"Fuuuuck," Skywarp ventilated. "Sinful doesn't even begin to describe this."

"You need to learn to share, Skywarp."

Skywarp let out something between a yelp and a giddy squeal. His spike was shoved deeper into Rodimus as Megatron bent the seeker over. He was effectively pinned between Skywarp and the berth as Megatron slipped inside of Skywarp's dripping valve.

Bracing his arms on the berth, Skywarp moaned unabashedly, seeming to forget that he was supposed to be fucking Rodimus' throat. Not that it mattered. Every snap of Megatron's hips shifted Skywarp inside of him. Like Megatron was fucking him through Skywarp. It had his optics rolling back in his helm and his hand slipping in between his thighs, matching Megatron's thrusts into his own valve.

Primus, but how he needed that spike inside of him. 

Rodimus cracked open his optics. Beyond Skywarp's pressing hips, he saw dark gray hands caressing pitch wings, and he couldn't help but flap his spoiler. He wanted to feel the same touch. The gentle touch. The expert touch. The touch he couldn't believe came from such brutish hands. The same hands that had been used to kill and destroy for millions of years stroked such sensitive metal without ever scraping.

A needy moan escaped Rodimus around Skywarp's spike. It stopped, deep within his intake, and Skywarp let out a needy keen of his own.

"Hands to yourself, Rodimus," came the deep command.

Rodimus moaned again, a complaint in his tone, as Megatron reached around their guest to stroke his hollowed cheeks.

"You'll have both of us inside of you before long," Megatron said. "Right now, you're to please Skywarp."

Golden hands lifted to rest on Skywarp's thighs. One of them soaked with Rodimus' glowing pink lubricant. He clutched at those thighs when Megatron started moving again, giving Rodimus a quiet, "Good boy."

His spoiler fluttered. 

But his array still throbbed with a scalding need. Slowly, doing his best not to draw Megatron's attention, he slid his hand back down his frame. He just barely rubbed his node when Megatron stopped. Skywarp loudly complained when he pulled out.

Shooting Rodimus a knowing look, Megatron pulled Skywarp against his frame and whispered in his audial, "Get on the berth."

While Skywarp obeyed, Megatron knelt down and grabbed Rodimus' wrist. His valve clenched, craving release, and it ached with yet more arousal as Megatron took his slick fingers into his mouth. He sucked them clean while he stared right into Rodimus' optics.

His fingers, now wet with oral solvent, slipped from Megatron's mouth, which he followed with a careful kiss to his knuckles.

Rodimus felt like he couldn't move. Couldn't ventilate.

"You're being very naughty," Megatron's deep voice coiled lust in Rodimus' array. "If you want to touch yourself so badly, maybe Skywarp and I will have our fun while you can only watch."

"Aw, what?" Skywarp complained. 

Megatron shot him a mild glare while Rodimus snickered. Whatever command he'd held over the seeker didn't apply here. 

"I'll give you another chance," Megatron whispered. "But you have to be patient."

Rodimus pouted. "But I'm horny."

With a wicked and amused smile, Megatron said, "Aren't you always?"

He stood, picking Rodimus up and gently tossing him down beside Skywarp, who immediately wrapped his arms around his waist. Heated frames pressed flush, Skywarp shoved his glossa down his throat. Rodimus responded just as eagerly, grinding his wet, greedy valve against his thigh.

"What a pretty sight you two are," Megatron said. Both of them looked up at him, stroking his spike as he leered at them.

Skywarp made a show of the pretty package in his arms. One hand caressed his shivering spoiler while the other hefted his thigh over his hips. He ground his spike against Rodimus’ node with just enough teasing friction, but didn’t give him any ground. No matter how Rodimus shifted, he couldn’t capture his spike and get it inside of him. He needed something inside of him.

The berth dipped as Megatron knelt between Skywarp's legs. Rodimus had to stifle an annoyed and impatient rev of his engine. When was Megatron going to get between his legs? Wasn’t the whole point of this to make a Rodimus sandwich?

A huge hand on Rodimus’ chest pushed him semi-roughly into the berth. Lust ablaze in Matrix-blue optics, Rodimus found Megatron looking at him, even though he was physically over Skywarp.

“Watch and enjoy.” Megatron’s voice rumbled through Rodimus’ frame in a delightful way. “You’ll get your turn.”

Rodimus swallowed as Megatron’s hand left his chest, his fingertips lingering. They left warm, tingling lines on his plating. His spark thrummed with excitement.

He lifted himself onto one elbow so he could see Skywarp. Rodimus licked his lips as he watched Megatron’s spike run through Skywarp’s slit. He pushed down the heated jealousy and reminded himself that it wouldn’t be too long until he’d be in Skywarp’s position. And he’d get two spikes inside of him at the same time.

Skywarp arched off the berth as Megatron entered him. And Primus, but Rodimus forgot just how gorgeous seekers were.

It wasn't fair.

Steam billowed from Skywarp's vents and wide open mouth. He panted, gripping the sheets, making little, incoherent noises that Rodimus perfectly understood.

That's just the effect Megatron's spike had on mechs.

Petting one of Skywarp's flapping wings, Rodimus said, "Better than you remember?" He gave him a cheeky smile.

In his pleasured daze, Skywarp snorted. "What? We've never fragged before." He shivered at a strong thrust, his optics losing their clarity. "Doesn't mean I didn't try."

Whatever semblance of lucidity Skywarp had was whisked away by the steady push of Megatron's hips.

"If I recall," Megatron said, his ventilations slightly laboured, "you were always too busy with your trine. And apparently this one."

"And now you know why." 

Skywarp’s spike twitched invitingly. When a bead of prefluid flowed down over tempting ridges and purple biolights, Rodimus couldn’t resist. He shifted until he could lean down over him, swallowing his length in one movement.

While Skywarp moaned, Megatron petted Rodimus’ helm and said, “Good boy.”

Rodimus enthusiastically sucked him off. Megatron’s hand was replaced by Skywarp’s, shoving his helm back down the moment he lifted off. The tip of his spike stabbed into his intake while his lips bruised against his codpiece. His gaze went unfocused as he took the punishment. Even more fluids gushed from his neglected valve.

It only took a few more slams of Rodimus’ sinful mouth before Skywarp pumped transfluid down his throat. He tried to swallow it all, but in his semi-dazed state, a good amount dripped down his chin, leaving him even more of a mess.

Rodimus rolled over onto his back, licking up what he’d missed.

“Fuuuuuck,” Skywarp groaned out, his wings slapping the berth. “How are you that good at sucking spike? Did you sell your soul or something?”

Rodimus let out a puff of laughter. 

"Megs, you'd better be treating him right if he gives you head like that. If he's sucking you dry on the daily you should be on your knees thanking him."

"I'm usually the one on my knees," Rodimus said. His voice came out a little staticky from the abuse his intake took.

"Like I said: Megatron. Worship the ground he walks on. You've been given a gift ."

Megatron hoisted Rodimus up—as though he weighed nothing —plopping him down so he was straddling Skywarp's chest and facing away from his co-captain. "Why don't you help me in shutting up this little chatterbox?" he whispered right into Rodimus' audial.

"Hey!" Skywarp pouted. 

"He says that with love, I'm sure," Rodimus teased.

"Well, I'm all for it," Skywarp said with a lewd smile. "But! Pillows for your knees, please. I don't need you scratching up my wings."

Pillows acquired and placed, Skywarp eagerly tugged Rodimus’ thighs forward. A waterfall of lubricant spilled from Rodimus’ valve into Skywarp’s mouth, who lapped it up like a thirsty mech. He licked up his slit until he reached his anterior node and latched on.

Rodimus gasped and grabbed at Skywarp’s helm. After all of Megatron’s teasing and Skywarp barely fragging him earlier, the mouth attacking his node had charge crackling along his array.

Skywarp moaned against his array. Every thrust from Megatron had Skywarp shifting beneath him, his glossa bouncing against his swollen and aching node. But it still wasn’t enough. He was kept dangling on the edge, his face scrunched up as he chased the crest he just couldn’t surmount.

Desperate whimpers turned Rodimus from a mess, to a pathetic mess. He ground down onto Skywarp’s face. His needy movements became more frantic the harder Skywarp was fucked. 

Rodimus gasped when he felt Megatron's hand on his neck. He waited for the squeeze, but it never came. Instead, his co-captain arched his frame back, holding him steady all the while, until he could bring their lips flush in an awkward but wonderful kiss. Beneath his hands, he never feared that he might lose his balance. 

Large, blunt, but gentle fingers stroked Rodimus' neck cabling, pulled taut. He could have been getting the best head possible, but that touch would have stolen all of his attention.

Not that Skywarp was the best. Always a bit too talkative and a little selfish, but still a fun ride nonetheless. 

Megatron’s caresses ended with his fingertips brushing the underside of Rodimus’ collar plating. Skywarp’s mouth paled to that feeling. Rodimus found himself pawing at Megatron’s helm, trying to find purchase.

Breaking the kiss, Megatron tugged Rodimus away from Skywarp’s mouth. Easily lifting him again, he turned his co-captain around so they were facing. Probably so he could watch the look on his face as he slowly sat him down on Skywarp’s spike.

Oh Primus , his hands were all over his frame, now. Skywarp’s may have anchored themselves on his hips, encouraging them to rock back and forth, but Megatron’s … they roamed. Unhurried as always, they followed the sensual curve of his spinal strut, lingering in the dips of his biolights, up to his spoiler mount. They continued their natural course along the plane of his spoiler and drove Rodimus mad. How the hell did he make touching his spoiler feel just as good if not better than a spike buried in his aft?

Rodimus couldn’t help but whimper as he clawed desperately at Megatron’s back.

“Are you ready?” Megatron whispered.

Ready?

Skywarp groaned beneath him, and then there was a new spike pressing at his entrance.

Azure optics flashed open, a fierce hunger burning there. They closed moments later when Megatron captured his lips in another vent-clearing kiss. When he pulled back, he encouraged Rodimus to lie back onto Skywarp, who eagerly wrapped his arms around his waist, lazily thrusting into him.

Megatron spread Rodimus' legs wider. He took in his sopping array, already loosened by Skywarp's fingers, and watched the metalmesh shift inside from the spike in his aft.

"Relax, Rodimus," Megatron said as he entered him. "We're going to take good care of you."

Behind him, Skywarp whispered praise. "You can do it, Roddy. I wanna see you filled with spike."

Above him, around him, all-encompassing him, Megatron's hulking form was nothing but gentle. "Shh…" he shushed him when Rodimus whimpered. "You can take this, can't you? My good little Rodimus."

Matrix-blue optics, glazed over with lust, met the caring red glow of Megatron's. He stared deep into them, shuddering out a heated ventilation as Megatron's spike continued pushing deeper, deeper… his calipers fluttered in giddy anticipation, sucking him in until his valve had completely swallowed his impressive girth.

Rodimus moaned from the fullness.

"Good boy." Megatron leaned in to say this against Rodimus' lips. Words meant only for his audials.

Megatron minutely shifted inside of him, but even that wrung desperate little noises from Rodimus. When he actually started to move, between the gasps and moans, Rodimus, almost begging , said, "Megs, Megs, Megs ," over and over again. A nickname that used to make him scowl now brought a fond smile to his lips.

"I think your spike broke him," Skywarp quipped.

Rodimus wasn't lucid enough to join in on the banter. His processor had stopped working the moment Megatron's spike had split him open. And he had no qualms if he never held a coherent thought ever again.

He remembered to close his optics when Megatron's lips met his own. He grabbed onto his helm like a lifeline, holding him close. At the slightest pull from Megatron, he tugged him back. He grabbed his collar plating, instead, much more firmly, and refused to release him.

Megatron chuckled quietly into his mouth, relaxing more against his co-captain. His arms wrapped around him and cemented their closeness. Chest-to-chest. Sparks burning and thumping in their casings. The only thing that could break Rodimus from this trance was the slow drag of Megatron’s spike from his aching valve.

Rodimus screamed as a sudden overload surged through his frame. His fingertips dug into Megatron’s seams while his calipers cycled down on both the spikes filling him up. His optics flared a blinding white and his spoiler flapped while the rest of his frame tensed. It all threatened to be too much before he fell back against Skywarp. He wasted no time taking advantage of this opportunity, wrapping his arms around Rodimus’ waist.

“You come so pretty,” Skywarp said. He moaned loudly as thrust up into him.

Rodimus opened his mouth to say something, and physically he could have; his voicebox wasn’t resetting. But the words just wouldn’t cooperate. He babbled quietly and incoherently until Megatron kissed him again.

“We’re not hurting you, are we?” Megatron asked against his lips.

Rodimus shook his helm.

Smiling against Rodimus’ pleasure-slack mouth, Megatron whispered, “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

Rodimus gasped out Megatron’s name when his hips rolled into him. It was by no means a fast or hard pace, but being so deliciously, deliriously full, Rodimus couldn’t think. Even after another overload crashed his systems and cleared some charge from his frame, his processor still gave him nothing.

Megatron quietly shushed him again, petting his condensation-soaked finials. He kissed Rodimus’ drooling mouth and muffled whatever noise his voicebox conjured up when Megatron fucked him harder. Whatever weak grasp he’d had on reality was ripped away by their thrusts syncing up. 

He surrendered.

Rodimus lost his grip on Megatron. Falling back against Skywarp, his hands swarmed his frame. While Skywarp’s fingers slid under plating and stroked sensitive protoform, Megatron spread his legs further.

Skywarp hooked his hands behind Rodimus’ knees and pulled them back as far as they would go. Until Rodimus groaned and his optics rolled back in his helm.

“It’s like you were forged to be fucked like this,” Skywarp said.

Megatron stroked his shaking thighs. He sank his spike deep into his dripping valve, snugging up against his ceiling nodes. His comforting weight pressed him against Skywarp.

"Megs, oh…"

"Hey, I'm here, too!"

Skywarp made himself known, snapping his hips up and squeezing lubricant out around his spike.

Rodimus threw his helm back against Skywarp's shoulder, now moaning his name, until a slender seeker hand curled around his throat and squeezed. Not the restrained squeeze of his co-captain, but a full-on choke that blurred his vision and shot pleasure through his lines. He gasped when Skywarp released him, but he choked him before he could get a word out.

"Yeah, take my spike, you naughty little Autobot. You like being fucked by Decepticons, don't you?" Skywarp whispered more dirty things in his audial while he choked him. 

Megatron's form blurred in front of him. For a moment he worried he might faint; it wouldn't be the first time Skywarp took things a little too far. Not that Rodimus minded. But Megatron stopped him, prying his hand away and then kissing the sensitive cabling. 

Skywarp sank a couple of fingers into Rodimus' panting mouth. He eagerly sucked them. Oh, but what he wouldn't give to have another mech there so he could be completely filled.

"It's too bad TC isn't here," Skywarp said as though he'd read Rodimus' mind. "He always did like your pretty little mouth. Well, we all did, but he loved it."

Megatron's kisses became less careful, adding in a nip here and there. He moved up his jawline and took his sweet time as he always did. Skywarp pulled his fingers out so that Megatron could kiss his mess of a mouth once more.

"Hold onto me," Megatron whispered against his lips.

Readily obeying, Rodimus wrapped his arms around Megatron, holding tight, as his co-captain lifted him off of Skywarp's spike. But he never left his seeping valve. His girth stayed snug inside, shifting slightly as Megatron sat back against the headboard. He slowly let Rodimus come to rest on him, their plating flush and heated. Left long enough, his own would surely warp into the shape of Megatron's frame. Quite frankly, he had no qualms with being marked as his.

"Still with us?" Megatron gently teased, lifting Rodimus' chin.

Looking right into that gorgeous red gaze, Rodimus nodded sluggishly before nuzzling into the crook of Megatron's neck. Primus, the smell of sex on him was intoxicating . If his vents weren't already fully open in a futile attempt to cool his scalding frame, he'd be snapping them open to draw in his essence.

Gentle hands caressed down condensation-soaked plating. Getting a firm grip on his hips, Megatron rocked Rodimus on his spike. 

Rodimus mouthed at Megatron's neck and let out almost-words as he tried to convey just how good it felt. How much he loved being held close and absolutely filled . How he loved feeling Megatron's ventilations tickle his plating and all the low, quiet sounds he made as he voiced his own pleasure.

It was simply heaven .

"Hey, don't hog him," Skywarp complained. "Who're you, Starscream?"

Megatron growled at the comparison while Rodimus let out a small laugh.

"I have no problem sharing," Megatron said. The hands on his hips shifted to his aft, spreading his port and making Rodimus groan. "In fact, I want to see him filled and in complete ecstasy."

Rodimus keened at the first touch of Skywarp’s spike. His mouth and optics opened wide as he pushed in, and Megatron cupped his cheek, watching his changing expression.

“How’s that, Rodimus?” Megatron purred. “Does his spike feel good?”

Rodimus’ answered by overloading. Through all his screaming and moaning, Skywarp didn’t stop. By the time he’d come back to his senses—as much as he could with two spikes deep within him—Skywarp had wrapped his arms around him, holding him to his frame.

While Megatron stared at him. 

Rodimus didn't have the coherence to figure out what that intense gaze held. Because Skywarp pistoned his hips into him while Megatron kept a steady, but powerful, pace. Every now and then they would sync up and Rodimus could do nothing but cry out in complete ecstasy.

A brief bout of clarity cleared his sex-crazed processor when Megatron rested a hand on his cheek. It was gone a moment later when his strong thrust rammed his ceiling nodes and sent him spiraling into another world-shattering climax. As he came back down, ventilating heavily, Skywarp slowed his hips, just dragging his spike through his calipers. The pace was almost teasing .

“Please tell me you’re still into being come on,” Skywarp said.

He stopped, fully seated, and Megatron slowed to a stop, too. Rodimus finally felt like his ventilations were actually doing something.

“You know it,” Rodimus said with a cocksure grin. “Whaddya say, Megs?  Wanna cover me again? I’ll let you get it on my face this time.” Before he could answer, he went on, “In fact, I think you should face fuck me.”

Skywarp’s engine drowned out all else for a brief moment.  “Please, Megs?” he asked like a newspark asking for a treat.

"Whatever you want, Rodimus," Megatron said.

Skywarp pulled out giddily. Rodimus groaned, already missing his spike. He whimpered pathetically at the emptiness when Megatron lifted him off and laid him down perpendicular to how they'd been. Skywarp was between his legs again in mere moments.

"Primus, your array's ruined ." Skywarp spread his valve lips, taking in the gaping and lubricant-soaked metalmesh. "But you love it, don't you?" He sheathed himself back inside his aft without any warning, but he took his spike like he was forged to do it. "You love being used ."

Rodimus' optics rolled back into his helm. His only answer was to spread his legs further.

The tip of Megatron's spike prodded at his lips. He opened his mouth on instinct, tasting himself as his ever-careful co-captain slid into his intake. The stretch of it exacerbated his soreness from Skywarp's reckless use of his throat, but the last thing he was going to do was stop him. And soon enough, he'd taken the whole thing again. His throat cables bulged obscenely.

"That's so fucking hot," Skywarp said. "I'm gonna cream just from watching you."

Rodimus pawed at whatever part of Megatron he could reach. He stretched his field out to envelop him. He did everything he could to tell him without words that he wanted him to come all over him. He wanted him and Skywarp to mark him and leave him absolutely covered.

"Slow down," Megatron ordered Skywarp. "I'm not done with him yet."

Rodimus let out a gurgled whine, but he didn't want this to end, either. Especially when Megatron stroked his chin and shoved his spike in as deep as it would go. Oral solvent dripped down his face while his optics watered. 

"Yeah, you're not done, either, are ya Roddy?" Skywarp gave him a hard thrust that shoved him back onto Megatron's spike. "If you can still walk and talk, we haven't done our job."

Rodimus' calipers fluttered around Skywarp's spike and clamped down unsatisfyingly in his empty valve. It still drooled lubricant, making every thrust from Skywarp deliciously slick. His hips met Rodimus' array with wet slaps.

Megatron gave a drawn-out moan. His fingertips traced his flexing neck cables, following the path of his huge spike. He had his helm tilted back and his optics shut with pleasure. And every thrust was a little less careful than the last. He was close.

Coming to rest atop him, Skywarp kissed where Megatron's fingers had been. He mouthed at the bulge, ventilating warmth across the cables.

Rodimus pawed at Megatron. Faster. Harder . He wanted him to treat his throat the way Skywarp had; as a means to his own pleasure.

"He wants you to fuck him harder," Skywarp said as he righted himself. He gave a particularly strong thrust, making Rodimus moan around Megatron's girth. His claws dug into his hips. "Fuuuuuck, I'm gonna come."

Letting out a low, predatory growl, Megatron slammed into Rodimus' intake. Not quite recklessly, but Rodimus was sure to feel it in the morning.

Primus he hoped he'd feel it in the morning.

Skywarp let out the telltale squeak that he couldn't help when he overloaded. He'd always been a little embarrassed by it, but Rodimus thought it was hot as hell. Nothing had changed, and hot lust coursed through his lines and field as he felt the warm, sticky ribbons of transfluid striping his frame.

Sated, Skywarp flopped heavily down on the berth beside him. After a few heavy ventilations, he said, "Make sure to get both of us when you shoot your load." He smiled. "I bet you have more than enough."

He did. He so did. But Rodimus wanted it all to himself, which had a strange and annoying flash of possessiveness burning through his already scalding frame.

Rodimus was so tired he thought he might never move again, but that didn't stop him from arching off of the berth. He did everything to make himself look as sexy as possible. Anything to keep the attention off of Skywarp.

"Bruh. How do you have this much stamina? And with him? " Skywarp stroked along his plating, spreading his transfluid as he went. He let out a long whistle. "I'd never last."

"It's because you all rush ," Megatron said. His words were overlaid with heavy ventilations. "I prefer to take my time and savour him."

The deep notes of his voice sent a shiver down Rodimus' spinal strut. His hand had a mind of its own when it went straight for his node and rubbed. Sometimes it felt like he'd never be truly satisfied with Megatron. He'd never be full. He always wanted more .

Rodimus moaned around Megatron's spike. He wanted to say his name. And he wanted him to overload and mark him.

Finally— finally —Megatron was losing control. His hips shot forward erratically. His codpiece met Rodimus' lips hard , making his optics roll back into his helm. He might break from it all.

Skywarp posed seductively beside him, spreading his wings out, but not covering Rodimus. He kept saying filthy things to Megatron and whispered even filthier things in Rodimus' audial. It had him pleasuring himself furiously as Megatron's relentless spike destroyed his intake.

Even as his spike powered inside of him, Megatron kept his hands as gentle as he could. Cupping his chin, petting his bulging neck cables, and running his fingertips along his shivering finials.

Rodimus gasped as he was left empty, groaning as Megatron covered him. He shut his optics, flinching as a spurt hit his faceplate. He licked up what he could and relished in every other ribbon painting his frame. He flinched again when Megatron wiped away the transfluid from around his optics. He didn't get much time to enjoy the satisfied look on Megatron's face before Skywarp was on him again.

“C’mon, Roddy, one more for the road.” Their frames slipped against each other as they kissed until Skywarp was nearly as covered as Rodimus. 

Pulling back, he slowly (but much faster than Megatron) worked his way down his frame, licking up bits of transfluid here and there. His all-too-eager smirk fell upon a thoroughly soaked valve.  Soaked, and used .  Sore in the best way possible, and a little overstimulated, but his mouth still felt like heaven .

Rodimus squirmed.  He wanted to press closer and pull away at the same time.  He grabbed his helm, gripping tight, watching black and purple wings bob invitingly before meeting a mischievous red gaze.

A shadow fell across his frame. Rodimus tilted his helm back to find Megatron’s face haloed with light.  He stifled a gasp at just the sight of him, but he couldn’t stifle the intense rush of feeling through his frame and field. A scary feeling. It intensified as Megatron reverently stroked his finials. It sent some very nice but very bad thoughts swirling through his processor. Thoughts that had nothing to do with the seeker between his legs.

“Is that good, Rodimus?” Megatron asked as he knelt down, his face much closer now.

Rodimus nodded, not trusting his voicebox right then.  He’d say something too honest. Thankfully, Megatron saw fit to occupy his mouth, giving him a kiss far too chaste for the situation.

Skywarp moaned into Rodimus’ valve.  He lapped at his oversensitive node, and when Megatron’s glossa delved into his mouth, deepening their kiss, he muffled Rodimus’ cry as overload wracked his frame one last time.

Skywarp eased him through his climax and then brought him down with strokes to his thighs and kisses to pulsing metalmesh. One final kiss to his node had Rodimus flinching away.

“You. Are so fun to fuck,” Skywarp said, standing and then flopping down on the berth beside Rodimus. He rolled onto his side and flopped an arm over Rodimus’ middle. He snuggled close. “Still like cuddling after?”

“Absolutely.” Rodimus tried to return the favour, but he was so tired—so spent —all he could manage was resting his hand over Skywarp’s arm.

Rodimus shivered at another stroke to extra sensitive finials. Charge still danced along his pinging plating, and the touch threatened to reignite fires that should really die out. Skywarp wasn’t helping, petting whatever plating he could reach.

“You make me miss the war, Roddy,” Skywarp said into the nape of his neck. “I missed fragging you.”

Rodimus chuckled weakly. “Well I wish you’d brought Megatron into the mix back then. You were holding out on me.”

“No way . You were way too good. Megs would’ve claimed you and then none of us would get to frag you anymore.”

“Claimed me?”

“Oh, right, you guys don’t do that, do you?”

“Well, no, but I know what it is.”

“Okay, cool. Then you get why I didn’t.”

“That’s rather presumptuous, don’t you think, Skywarp?” Megatron said.

Skywarp blew a raspberry. “C’mon, Megs, you would’ve. Hell, I wanted to, but Starscream wouldn’t let me…”

Rodimus arched himself seductively in Skywarp’s arms. “Do you still wanna claim me, Megs?”

Rolling his optics, Megatron said, “I never said I did.”

“But you never said you didn’t.”

“You’d still let me come play with him, right?” Skywarp asked, his optics huge and round.

“I never said I would claim him!”

“But you definitely would’ve. You claimed all the good ones.” Skywarp pouted. “I should’ve just claimed you. Fuck Starscream.”

“I doubt Rodimus would have let you,” Megatron said. He tilted Rodimus’ chin up, stroking it thoughtfully. “I can’t imagine him limiting himself to one mech.”

Rodimus’ spoiler fell slightly. He tried not to let that comment get to him, no matter how much it stung.

“But, see, I wouldn’t have left him wanting for anything.” Skywarp smirked up at Megatron, seeming to forget that Rodimus was even there, given how he was talking.  “Because I know just how good I am, plus I would’ve had a couple of other seekers to keep him entertained.”

“How cute,” Megatron said with a smirk of his own. “I could have given him anyone he wanted and more. Not that he’d need anyone else.”

A noticeable shiver rushed up Rodimus’ spinal strut.

“So you would’ve claimed him!”

Megatron rolled his optics. “He’s certainly tempting.”  

Rodimus blinked up at his co-captain adoringly. 

“I think I prefer how things have played out,” Megatron said, still avoiding a direct answer. Which meant yes. “But I will say, Skywarp, it’s been fun having you around.”

“Agreed.”

“Nothing better than a Rodimus sandwich,” Skywarp said. “Especially one without Starscream. Prissy bitch always hogged him.”

Rodimus laughed. “Gotta say, it was pretty flattering how you three used to fight over me.”

“Well, before we inflate Rodimus’ ego until it takes up the whole berth, let’s get a shower going. You two are filthy.”

“And you love it,” Skywarp said.

“In the moment, absolutely. But some of us have to sleep in this berth.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

Rodimus snickered.

With a roll of his optics, Megatron made his way to the washracks.

The moment Megatron’s shoulder muzzle disappeared from view, Skywarp sat up so he could see Rodimus’ face.

“So, when’re you gonna tell him?” Skywarp asked.

Rodimus lifted an optic ridge. “Tell him what?”

“That you love him.”

Rodimus sputtered. Skywarp laughed while he made half-words.

“Dude. You guys were gazing lovingly at each other the entire time. I’ve been a third wing plenty of times, but never when I’m actively fragging someone. Still good, though. I’ll be third wing to your weird whatever when ever. Just hit me up.”

“We’re just… comfortable with each other,” Rodimus said. “That’s all.”

“Dude. Duuuuuude. Okay, so, Megs has only been on this ship, like, what, a few years? Well, I’ve known him for millions. Even if you’re not, he’s in love with you. I can tell.”

“You’re crazy.”

“As crazy as you are for Megatron.”

Rodimus rolled his optics. 

“Seriously, Roddy, I haven’t seen him look at anyone that way in a long time. And while, yes, your dopey face could just be the face you make when you’re absolutely filled, it seems more like your ‘I’m crazy for you’ face and if you are—”

“Skywarp you don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Whatever you say.” He rolled his optics.  

"That's… just what he's like when he frags," Rodimus argued weakly. "You hadn't fucked him before, so you didn't know."

Skywarp snorted out a laugh. "Right. Sure. That's definitely why he paid so much attention to me and took every chance he could to kiss me or touch me and basically just ignored you, right?"

Rodimus' face and spoiler heated until they glowed a gentle red. "That's probably just because he's more used to me." He avoided Skywarp's gaze. "He just knows I like that stuff, is all."

"Yeah, okay, Roddy. Whatever you say. Well, in any case, take my personal frequency. I'm not saying you gotta call me or anything, but it can get pretty lonely on Earth, and if you for some reason—maybe—wanted to send some, ahem, less-armored photos, I wouldn’t be opposed. Or if you do wanna call, and, y’know… talk.” He gave Rodimus a positively lewd smile. “With or without Megatron. Since you can’t seem to decide if you want him to be your conjunx or not.”

Rodimus frowned.

"Kidding! Geez, you used to be fun."

"I'm still fun!"

"Then give me a call sometime. I wouldn't mind coming back for another romp if Megs’ll share you.” He nudged Rodimus with his elbow. “But seriously, Rodimus. Lock him down. He clearly thinks you’re hot stuff, and from the way he looks at you, there’s more. Even if you don’t want more, pretend so that you can keep that glorious spike.”

“Pretty sure my valve is enough to keep him interested. Plus, y’know, the best spike-sucking lips around.”

Skywarp sighed again, this time a little dreamily. “You’re really making a case for me to confess my undying love for you just so I can fuck you all the time.”

Rodimus laughed. “I doubt this’ll be the last time you see me. No matter how good Megatron is, he’s only got one spike.”

“True. Well, call me or don’t. Offer’s always there for whatever.”

Rodimus startled when Megatron returned from the washracks, but then he beamed. He didn’t miss the kissy faces from Skywarp in his peripheries.

“You so love him,” Skywarp whispered in his audial.

“Shut up!” Rodimus hissed.

“You looooove him!”

Rodimus tried to tackle Skywarp to the berth and cover his mouth, but he overpowered him. Seekers always walked around like they were light as air, but they were dense. Some in more ways than one. Which left Rodimus pinned beneath him.

“Do I need to separate you two?” Megatron asked with his hands on his hips.

“Why?” Skywarp asked. “Jealous?”

Even with Rodimus’ face pressed into the berth, he didn't miss the blush spreading across Megatron's face. Flustered, he said, “Well… The shower’s warmed up,” he said. “Do you want to go first, Skywarp?”

“I think I’m gonna head out. What’s a little transfluid, right?” Skywarp left nothing but a faint feel of static as he blipped out. That, and the knowing look he gave Rodimus just before.

Stupid Skywarp. He was stupid. He didn't know anything about their relationship—which is to say there wasn't one!

Megatron sighed, a bit of disappointment seeping into his field. “He was never easy to keep clean during the war, either,” he said to himself with a small shake of his helm. “You go shower."

“Uh, okay…” Rodimus sat up slowly, then stood and crossed the room, clearly taking his time. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at Megatron. “You… wanna join me?”

“I gave myself a quick wash already,” Megatron said. “I was planning to take a shower tomorrow morning.”

“I was thinking less showering, more shower sex.” Rodimus smiled lewdly. “Figured it’d be kinda rude to invite Skywarp in the backdoor and not let you have a turn, too.”

“You’re insatiable.” 

“Lucky you, huh?” Rodimus said with a cocksure grin.

“Aren't you tired?”

“Aw, Megs, are you having trouble keeping up with me? Is your old mech frame gonna give out on you?”

Laughter tinged with lust shook out of Rodimus as he was effortlessly lifted and carried into the washracks. He had the wind knocked out of him as Megatron pushed him into the wall. Megatron paused just before his lips met Rodimus’, already heated and ready. Water cascaded down their frames and made every touch delightfully slippery.

“I can keep up with you just fine,” he said into his lips, kissing him quite fervently, given his usual pace. 

Rodimus gripped his shoulders and moaned into his mouth. His frame shivered with excitement as he felt Megatron’s spike pressurize under his aft.  

Megatron’s hand slid down his aft a bit, his fingertips stroking the seam of his panel. Then he gave a little frustrated sigh. “Lube would help. Wait here.”

“No need to stop the fun,” Rodimus said. “Right side compartment.” He nodded down towards it. “There’s some lube in there. It’s not much, but it’s enough for what we need.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“It’s called being prepared,” Rodimus said. “And now we don’t have to interrupt all of this.” He kissed Megatron again, biting his bottom lip and dragging it back. “You get it out.”

“Me?”

“Is anyone else here?” he asked with a chuckle, pressing kisses all around Megatron’s lips but never fully landing on them. “Yes, you.”

Megatron hesitated, for once his hands falling uncertain on Rodimus’ frame.

“My subspace won’t bite, but I might,” Rodimus said.

Rodimus felt Megatron’s hand shaking as he carefully opened his subspace and reached inside.

“You won’t hurt me, Megatron,” Rodimus whispered. “I’d actually be kind of impressed if you did. But I know you won’t. You’re always so careful with me.”

Small bottle of lube in hand, Megatron gently closed the panel. “I try.”

“Now, get to fragging me already.” He grabbed the bottle and said, “Hand.” Once his order was followed through, he dripped some onto his fingers, giving him a lewd smile all the while. “Did I ever tell you how hot it is that you can hold me up with just one arm? Because it’s hot.”

“I am getting some help from the wall,” Megatron pointed out.

Rodimus shrugged. “Still. It’s hot.”

Rodimus opened his panel when he felt the touch of Megatron’s slick fingers. They slipped into his port easily, the metalmesh soft and tender from its previous abuse. But it still gave him that slight stretch that had him moaning. He shivered at the idea of that soon being Megatron’s spike, which was teasingly rubbing against his node.

Megatron pressed him further into the wall, kissing Rodimus’ neck as he started panting. He moved his hips just enough to give Rodimus some friction on his node, pulling all manner of erotic noises from his voicebox. They intensified as he brought his field into play, swarming Rodimus’ frame with an intense amount of lust and wanting. Rodimus reached out in turn, enveloping his lover.

“Oh, Megs…” Rodimus hugged Megatron’s helm to his chest. “You make me feel so good.”

Megatron’s heavy ventilations warmed Rodimus’ chest plating. He groaned lustfully, whispering, “I can’t wait to be inside of you again.”

A fresh wave of arousal flooded Rodimus’ array. His valve drooled thick rivulets over Megatron’s twitching spike. His aft port clenched in needy anticipation.

“Then get inside of me already,” Rodimus whined.

“Not yet.” Megatron pressed another finger in, snug against the others. 

“I can take it.”

“Then you can wait a little longer.”

Rodimus wiggled in Megatron’s grip. 

“Patience, Rodimus, patience…”

Rodimus panted. Having already been so thoroughly stuffed, his array ached with near-emptiness. 

“I don’t want to feel any resistance when I finally get my spike in you,” Megatron whispered right into his audial. “I don’t want to worry about hurting you. I just want to feel you all around me.”

Rodimus moaned and then gasped as Megatron tested the stretch of his port. It cycled open easily, taking his fingers to the palm.

“Just a little bit more.”

Rodimus had to literally bite his glossa to keep from begging some more. 

“You’re so beautiful.”

A thrill rushed through Rodimus’ lines, centering on his racing spark. He burrowed into the crook of Megatron’s neck to hide his beaming smile. He kissed the sensitive cabling. A moan rumbled against his lips, and if he weren’t so tired he’d finish this night by laying Megatron down and softly coaxing more overloads from his frame. If only to hear his lover moan his name.

"Please, I'm ready," Rodimus whispered. He pressed shaky kisses to the sensitive plating underneath his chin. "I want you so bad."

The grip on his hip threatened to leave dents. Megatron ground their arrays together, his spike twitching against his node. His fingers went as deep as they could go with Rodimus' calipers cycling down on the welcome intrusion.

Rodimus groaned when they slipped out, but Megatron's hand went right to his other hip and angled them so the tip of his spike poked his rim.

"Yes I'm ready," Rodimus said quickly before Megatron could ask. 

With great care, Megatron entered him. Slowly, ridge by glorious ridge, Rodimus was spread open. And as Megatron had promised, nothing but pleasure found his shaking and spent frame. His mouth hung open, but no sound came.

Rodimus shivered with lust as he took Megatron to the hilt. He burrowed his face into his neck and ventilated in his scent. He wanted to fill his vents with his essence. Drown in the ozone. 

He felt as much as he heard Megatron's soft moans. They came on the crest of slightly laboured ventilations. 

Megatron gave one particularly hard thrust, and Rodimus threw his helm back—into the tiled wall.

"Ow," Rodimus said, rubbing where he'd hit.

"There's a wall back there," Megatron teased.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Sherlock?"

"I'm not explaining Earth culture while you're fucking me. Let's just call it an expression and get back to you fragging me, 'kay?"

"Turn your helm," Megatron said.

"I didn't hit myself that hard," Rodimus said, but he obeyed nonetheless. He held himself still when he felt the careful press of Megatron's lips. Though it had only slightly stung, his kiss seemed to dull the pain.

When Megatron pulled back, his optics locked on to Rodimus'. He held his gaze as he gently rocked into him. And even if Rodimus felt like he could look away, he didn't want to.

“Good?”

Rodimus blinked a few times, coming back to his senses. He shut his optics even though he never wanted Megatron to stop looking at him the way he was. He just couldn’t. It was too much. 

And yet not enough.

“Mhm. So good.” He nuzzled into the crook of Megatron’s neck. He whispered his next words so he could just be heard over the shower. He only wanted Megatron to hear him speak. Even though no one could possibly overhear him. “I want you to fuck me just like this. I love being close to you.”

A brief flash of… something from Megatron’s field washed over Rodimus’ frame. It drove him wild . His entire sensornet flared to life and it screamed for the mech ravishing him. He found himself suddenly overloading, but it was the whole-frame kind that tingled out through his limbs. His calipers cycled down on Megatron’s spike, who quietly moaned Rodimus’ name.

"You want to go slow?” Megatron asked incredulously, ventilating heavily.

Rodimus left a few small kisses along Megatron’s jaw. “I want you to be gentle. I just had two mechs inside of me and I’m a bit sore.” He laughed awkwardly.

Megatron stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

Rodimus leaned back so he could look Megatron in the optic. “Not at all.” His smile fell away the longer he looked, turning instead to mild awe. He cupped his cheeks, holding him there. All the while, Megatron carefully thrust into him, prolonging the magical overload Megatron had given him.

“Rodimus?”

“Yeah?”

“I…”

Rodimus’ spark pounded in his audials. Megatron’s gaze was so intense, pinning him, that he could have let Rodimus go and he’d stay exactly where he was. And why would he want to move? Here, in Megatron’s arms, was the best place in the universe. Especially when he was spike-deep inside of his port.

"I…" For once, Megatron seemed lost for words. His mouth would twitch like he was almost about to say something, while his optics bounced between Rodimus', never staying still. In the end, he kissed him. Slow and soft. Their glossa slid along each other’s with a calm, but fiery passion while Megatron increased his pace until Rodimus moaned into his mouth.

When they finally pulled apart, Megatron hid his face against the side of Rodimus' helm. He left lingering kisses on his finials and made Rodimus shiver.

"What a treat you are," he whispered into Rodimus' audial. 

Rodimus had never felt fuller. Forget having two mechs inside of him, Megatron was filling him with this warm light that threatened to spill from his frame. Without conscious thought, Rodimus' chest plates parted.

Rodimus gasped as the corona brushed Megatron's badge.

Neither of them said a word. Rodimus tried to no avail to close his chest, mildly panicking, and while he did so, Megatron lay him down on the wet tile. Their facade of taking a shower was forgotten as Megatron graced him with another kiss. 

His hand rested on the edge of Rodimus' chest plating, preventing him from closing it if he could. Or if he wanted to.

Hips still pushing his spike inside of Rodimus, Megatron carefully caressed his spark. He was so gentle as he stroked the glowing crystal. The light bloomed beneath his touch.

Rodimus thought he heard Megatron whisper something, but he couldn't be totally sure. His processor felt like it had been wiped clean from Megatron's careful hands. There was no trepidation, now. Only care and caution.

"Beautiful," Megatron whispered. "Gorgeous. You're a vision, Rodimus."

Through his blurry gaze, Rodimus saw Megatron's form above him. His ruby optics watched him with a soft, hazy glow.

Megatron took his soul fully in his hand. How these same hands had killed and killed without remorse, himself included, but held him like something so precious, Rodimus would never know. 

He knew this Megatron, and that was the only Megatron he needed.

The dual stimulation had Rodimus screaming in overload. His back arched to the point of pain, but in the moment all he felt was pleasure stacked upon pleasure. Pure ecstasy shot through his lines and left him completely spent, lying on the washracks floor.

He vaguely felt Megatron's hands on him. Vaguely heard him speaking. He knew he was underneath the shower stream, now, and shortly after felt the soft caress of a fresh towel. Finally, he felt Megatron's arms around him, carrying him back to berth. 

“Thanks for taking care of me,” Rodimus murmured when he felt like he could speak. He shifted beneath the fresh sheets. His plating gleamed to even Minimus' impeccable standards. 

"You're not hurt?" Megatron checked in one last time.

"Mm-mm." Rodimus closed his optics and cuddled up to Megatron, who wrapped his arms around him. He sighed contentedly.

“I love the way you look after,” Megatron whispered. “It’s just a bonus that it shuts you up.”

Rodimus smacked him lightly. “Stop being mean! And you weren’t complaining about how loud I was earlier.”

Megatron hummed appreciatively. "That's true. I love the sounds you make during." His hand slid up Rodimus' back, just stroking the edge of his spoiler.

"You could stand to be louder," Rodimus said. "I liked listening to you while Skywarp was blowing you. That was seriously hot."

"I still prefer you," Megatron said.

Rodimus' field rippled with pride and a hint of lust. His engine rumbled happily when Megatron nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive cabling. Tingles ran down his frame and Rodimus would've been fine with another round if Megatron asked.

“I'm still amazed that you can take all of me,” Megatron whispered. His voice was deep and growling. Just how Rodimus liked it.

Shivering, Rodimus said, “I've had lots of practice.”

Megatron tugged Rodimus closer. He was so glad Megatron had seemed to have gotten over the whole heat thing, because he missed how he held him. Everyone else tended to humour him when it came to cuddling, but Megatron seemed to enjoy it just as much.

Rodimus took some time to enjoy the simple feel of plating-on-plating, the hum of their engines, and the warmth of Megatron’s frame. If fatigue wasn’t dragging at his processor, he would’ve stayed this way longer. With Megatron’s helm on his chest. With his co-captain holding him so tightly. But, eventually, he had to reverse their positions so he was laying on Megatron.

But he still couldn’t sleep. 

Rodimus lifted himself up so he could see Megatron’s face. “Hey, Megs?”

“Mm?”

He stared into that gentle red glow, trying to find the truth in Skywarp’s words. But he couldn’t. This was just fragging. Nothing else. It was just easier since they knew each other and knew what they liked. There wasn’t anything more to it.

“Um… I…” Rodimus bit his lip. “No, it’s nothing. Never mind.”

Concern, he did find, darkening his optics. “Were you not comfortable with something Skywarp or I did? You should have said something, Rodimus.”

“It’s not that! That was fragging amazing.”

Megatron stroked his cheek. “I’m glad. Because seeing you like that, so lost in pleasure, is something I hope I’ll see again.”

Rodimus bit his lip. “Careful, Megs, or you might see that right now.”

Megatron shook his helm with a smile. “Surely you can’t still want to interface?”

Shrugging, Rodimus said, “I mean, not really, but I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to you.”

“Well, I’m saying ‘no.’ I’m tired.”

“Heh. Old mech.”

Megatron lightly spanked him. “Go to sleep.”

“That’s not exactly encouraging me,” Rodimus said, wiggling his aft beneath Megatron’s hand. It slid back up to his waist. Which was really for the best, because he’d definitely be feeling this in the morning.

“Fine, then, go to sleep or I won’t spank you.”

“Aww…” Rodimus pouted. “Fine. You win. I’ll let you get your old mech sleep.”

“How kind of you,” Megatron said sarcastically.

Rodimus smiled to himself and snuggled closer. He smiled wider when Megatron did the same, reaching up to stroke Rodimus’ finials. Primus, but that felt so nice. He wished it wasn’t lulling him to sleep, because he just wanted to stay in this perfect moment forever.

A perfect fuck buddy moment! He so wasn’t in love with him.

Definitely not. 

Definitely not.