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“Is it ready?” Starscream spat, his wings flicking in an irritated motion. He was stood in the front room, and there didn’t seem to be any movement on the project. “Do I have to wait much longer?”
Soundwave didn’t stop anything. He just allowed the ground bridge to be formed from his frame.
Any reason for Starscream to suddenly go “missing”. How much peace that would bring to his mind.
When the ground bridge showed up with inverted colors, Starscream huffed. “I bet you were lazy on purpose. Look at this.”
“‘Look at this.’” Soundwave mocked, earning snickers from nearby Vehicons.
“Who needs you? Any of you?” Starscream demanded, looking around with sharp optics. “I can easily do this mission alone. I’m competent enough to look for Prime myself.”
Optimus Prime, the mech who often made Starscream feel weak in the knee joints. All because of his pure hatred, of course. How strong it was, making him start to bare his denta from the lightest touches between them during a scuffle.
“Love” did not exist. Starscream would prove it, flying right through the ground bridge. He would find his enemy, and stop any retaliation.
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“Ground bridge activity,” an alternate Ratchet confirmed. He looked up from the busted keyboard that had been glued back together multiple times.
The noise sent Cliffjumper off. The chained Terrorcon snarled, and rolled around like a mangy dog.
Optimus Prime slowly walked into the room. He glowered down at the Autobots skittering around to get ready to leave with him. It made him snicker, scratching his already cracked up windshield, “I don’t need any of you. This’ll be easy as slag.” He flicked a dead bug off the glass.
“Will you take that thing with you? He was bad enough alive!” Arcee complained, kicking Cliffjumper. It made the mech cower under the nearby shelving.
“I’m sure he’ll find the pesky Decepticon.” Optimus leaned down, and cooed, “Won’t you? Won’t you?”
Cliffjumper leapt around on his pedes, clinging to Optimus. It held resemblance to a hug.
Wheeljack came over to Optimus, clasping his servos together, “Gee, I hope you come back alright, Optimus. You’re real swell.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever your designation is.” Saluting Wheeljack, Optimus dropped down to a semi. “Now, get Cliffjumper tied to the grill, and we’ll be off.”
Cliffjumper had no problem outrunning Optimus through the ground bridge, staying on all fours. He only stopped momentarily, which cost him being sawed in half by the chain. Both halves kept dragging themselves after the location of the ground bridge.
Cliffjumper couldn’t be wrong, so Optimus continued traveling in the direction through the wilderness. “Wish I had an Autobot with a brain module.”
“Wish I had control of the Decepticons. Then things would be different.” Starscream sighed, finally landing in a forest of trees. “Primus, I’ve never seen such overgrowth. It’s almost like humans don’t live here at all.”
A semi honked, knocking a path down to get a Starscream. He shrieked, and rushed up on his wings, just getting clipped by the hasty driving. “What is wrong with this place?”
Optimus transformed near Starscream, facing away. “I’d say to watch where you’re going, but I totally meant to hit you.”
“The nerve!” Starscream growled, turning to come face-to-face with a darkly painted Optimus. “I mean, I humbly apologize, Prime. You, of course, are in the right.”
Whistling, Optimus came up to grab at Starscream’s antenna. He squeezed, making the mech whine from the sensation. “Something’s different about you, isn’t it?” He thought on it, “Scraped all your color off, thinking I wasn’t interested in you?”
“You’re so… self-obsessed,” Starscream grumbled, unsure if he liked that. The optics trained on his frame made him reconsider being so hasty to ignore it.
“What was that?” Optimus decided he could do more than just look at Starscream. He would see if he could take the bot apart, piece by piece.
Starscream noticed Optimus turning out an arm gun, swallowing. He held out his own arms, playing up the neediness, “Don’t shoot! I’ll give you information! I come from another world! One you have yet to conquer. You’ll be so powerful!” If he was correct, he was dealing with another egomaniac. His explanation had to be close to the truth; Optimus had no evil wiring.
“I already own this planet. What could I want with wherever you flew from?” Optimus did lower his weapon. Just enough to show he was intrigued.
“Oh, you have no idea what awaits you! Megatron will be your greatest obstacle, but I will aid you!” Wringing his servos, Starscream cowered before Optimus. His wings drew back in a show of humility.
“Megatron? That wuss?” Optimus laughed louder than Starscream had ever witnessed. It had a cruel edge to it, proving Megatron was hardly a threat on the other Earth. “He left to go somewhere. ‘Regroup’, or as I like to call it, give up.”
“You’re much stronger than any Megatron, I can tell!” Starscream moved closer, tempted to slide his claws along the curved hips before him. Never had he been able to touch such a tempting sight.
Cliffjumper came rushing forward as an upper half, barking at Starscream. He panted when he looked up at the Seeker crawling up to cling to Optimus’ side.
“Guess this dumb creature has a good use, after all.” Optimus held Starscream boldly around the waist. “I figured you knew Cliffjumper, being from your amazing alternate dimension.”
“I did know him, however weak he was. That would make him actually competent here, or so I thought.” Starscream grimaced, seeing dark energon spit from the Terrorcon’s derma. “Did I ‘deal’ with him, like in mine?”
“You got those pretty claws dirty, fighting him for joors. I was shocked it even ended. Never seen a jet shoot at a car quite like that.” Optimus smirked at Starscream. “Bet you’re weak, using your logic. Had to kill him with a cheap shot; he would’ve been badly hurt, too.”
“What?” Starscream bristled, wriggling. “I can’t believe that you would accuse me of such a thing!”
“Keep your helm on. I was only making conversation.” Optimus began to walk off with Starscream tight against him.
“You can let me go. I am capable of moving myself around.”
“I’ll listen to you; you just do what your new master tells you. I’ll remove Megatron from the picture.” Optimus lowered his voice, closer to how he talked in Starscream’s world.
Shivering, Starscream wrapped his arms around Optimus’ neck. “I wouldn’t mind doing that, sir.”
“Then prove it.”
Starscream expected to be sucking spike, not being cuddled for the night in a beat up berth. The door didn’t even fully close, leaving any prying optics to watch.
That meant Bumblebee came slinking in. His battle mask was put away, proving he wasn’t as helpless as Starscream wanted. “You know he’s never going to let us go to this other world, right?”
Starscream looked up to Bumblebee carefully, “And? What if he doesn’t? I’ll be second-in-command again.”
Letting off a guffaw, Bumblebee put his servos on his hips. “I can’t believe you’re naive about this. Optimus doesn’t trust any of us. It’s why he’s keeping you in here like a possession.”
“Would you do that, if you held all the power?” Starscream sat up, leaning his upper body on Optimus’.
“I’d do so much to you, sweetspark. Just like I’ve done here.” Bumblebee leaned in, “We wouldn’t have to hide it. Not this time.”
Optimus snorted, starting to wake up. He could see how close Bumblebee was to kissing Starscream. “Can’t even get any recharge around here.”
Leaning up, Optimus grabbed Starscream by the helm. “This seems familiar. Just what I figured. You have no shame.”
“I have-!” Starscream felt Optimus shove his faceplate against Bumblebee’s crotch. It had been awhile, to his chagrin.
“Go on. Get him ready. I’m not walking in on this; I’m getting it out of your system.” Optimus spanked Starscream with his free servo, earning groans of pleasure.
“Saves me the trouble.” Bumblebee opened his spike panel, letting his flaccid spike flop out to press on Starscream’s faceplate.
Opening his intake on instinct, Starscream let Optimus yank down his jaw. It made room for his glossa to lap at the side of the spike.
“Look at you,” Bumblebee sighed, clenching his fists. “I’d spoil you, if you let me.”
Fighting rolling his optics, Starscream captured the pressurizing metal within his intake. He felt his helm be pressed flush to the spike housing, and let off a needy whine.
Optimus stroked Starscream’s wings, making sure he teased along any dents present from the constant war. “You can do better than this. You wouldn’t be gentle. Not unless you wanted something.”
Starscream sucked, tilting his helm. He wasn’t sure who Optimus spoke to, until he felt Bumblebee suddenly tense to start thrusting.
Optimus was behind Starscream, not allowing any movement backwards. He was too busy preparing the exposed valve with deep fingers. “Of course you’re soaked. Just like I expected. You got to the top somehow, didn’t you?”
Moaning, and trying to shake his helm to disprove the theory, Starscream felt the spike ravage his throat cabling. Grinding it without mercy.
“Frag, I could never go this hard before.” Bumblebee leaned in harder, letting Optimus stroke his lower back. “I’m gonna overload, Optimus,” he groaned.
“Already?” Optimus pulled Bumblebee back, getting out of the way for Starscream to fall back on the berth. “You don’t even want your present, huh? What sort of appreciation is this?”
“Thank you, master,” Bumblebee gave in. He leaned down to kiss Optimus, stroking his leader’s broad chest.
“Should’ve seen that coming, with how much Bumblebee licks aft,” Starscream sighed, but he wasn’t opposed to it. He just preferred them to fight for his affection exclusively.
“I did hate him for taking you that one time, but it was so much fun to frag each end, I sort of just gave in. Let my mates have turns on each other.” Optimus patted Starscream’s thigh, gripping it. “You want us all to get along, don’t you?”
A darkness clouded Bumblebee’s optics, “Right, Starscream? I just love Optimus.” The lying was so familiar.
Quirking a brow ridge, Starscream decided he needed to see how it all played out. “Who would I be to refuse this?”
“A splat under my pede,” whispered Bumblebee, getting in position to have Starscream in the missionary position.
Starscream got ready to swallow Optimus, but soon two blunt spikes were at his valve’s entrance. “Master, do you really think I can take this?”
Optimus spit on Starscream’s faceplate. “You want Megatron gone, don’t you? Live a little.”
“Yeah, Starscream,” Bumblebee also spit on Starscream’s faceplate. Just for added effect.
Wiping at his faceplate, Starscream imagined Megatron’s stupid smirk. Having wily Autobots ripping the mech apart.
“Wow, you’re way more wet. What are you thinking about?” Bumblebee almost cradled Starscream’s cheek, starting to press inside. “Me?”
“You’re present,” Starscream admitted, keeping his faraway look while he took double the maniac inside his body.