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twowheelerarcee

Previously...

The Seeker gave a low, grating chuckle.

“Oh,” he mock-sighed, though he had yet to lose the slag-eating grin, “you treat me so coldly, now!”

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twowheelerarcee

Previously...

The cube was snatched back and out of Arcee’s grip before she could properly take it, Starscream giving her a look nothing short of venomous.  His claws drummed against the side, contemplating.

“...you drink it first.” And now, contrary to his previous actions, he offered the cube back to the blue femme. “You drink some, and then I will.”

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It was a dare. He was just going to have to go through with it or Radar was never going to shut up about it. Starscream was light, even for a seeker, and not a problem at all to pick up. Smokestack pressed their intakes together, silicone lips tracing along the seeker's until he could lavish his glossa into his superior's mouth, careful yet insistent. Whatever struggle Starscream put up would be drowned in the wet slide of tongue on tongue. His traced over every little nook inside of the (pt1)

seeker’s mouth, coaxed the other to participate in the unexpected intimacy. His sensors were alight with the presence and touch and feel of everything Starscream and he could see why near every soldier in this vast army had fantasies about this particular mech. Smokestack’s servos were firm and delicate around the seeker who fit rather snugly into his palms. He ran a few digits along those beautiful, sharp wings, all the while never relenting in the soft and insistent press againstStarscream’s mouth. His fans were whirring a little too loudly as he dedicated himself to worshipping at the seeker’s intake, relishing the brief and dangerous taste of him.When they parted, his processor was spinning with furious pings from various protocols that had been activated during the brief and unexpected passion.“I’m sorry sir!“Never had he fled from a scene more awkwardly or quickly. But Pits, he earned those shanix! (done xD)

Hit Me With Your Best Kiss.

The surprised sound which escaped Starscream at being suddenly swept off his pedes, had morphed into an audial-splitting shriek of indignation by the time it was silenced by Smokestack’s intake.  Oh, someone was going to pay for this!  Megatron’s Second would not stand to be manhandled this way!  It was an outrage!  It was…

Was…

The Seeker’s entire frame rattled in a shiver, wings fluttering in anger or desperation (or perhaps both).  His claws curled into the trainformer’s plating; every now and again they twitched, as though intending to rake gauges down the chestplate, but he seemed to change his mind each time.  When Smokestack’s glossa invaded his intake, utterly relentless in the press and slide of the other’s attention, there was little Starscream could do but be dragged along for the ride, moaning softly into the kiss.

All too soon it was over, it seemed: this strange sort of worship the SIC hadn’t experienced since well before the war.  His pedes slipped when they touched the floor, knee joints weak, though thankfully they held his weight.  It was perhaps a good thing that Smokestack fled when he did, before Starscream could recover enough of his wits to start shrieking again.  As it was, he merely watched the trainformer retreat, jaw hanging somewhat slack in bewilderment.

What else could the larger bot do with that glossa, he wondered…

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Why did it have to be him? He wasn't even leader of the unit...But he had drawn the shortest piece of pipe and so, it was up to Smokestack to contact the Decepticon leader supreme and explain just where his unit had gotten lost in the long exodus journey. At least he didn't have to face the bot he was addressing via secured comm. ::Lord Starscream. This is Vanguard Unit X5. We humbly apologize for our delay and beg your forgiveness. May we dock and board?::

There was no denying the delighted shiver which ran down Starscream’s backstrut at those words.  Lord Starscream: he was never going to tire of hearing that!

“Permission granted,” he answered smoothly, fighting to keep his tone professional despite the glee rushing through him; had he not been addressed properly, he might have been less forgiving. “I trust you will have a full report?”