Devcon let out a sigh and hit the autopilot switch before leaning back in his chair. He folded his hands behind his head and muttered low under his breath, more than fed-up with the noise behind him.

"-ninni bong." Kup prodded, his voice muffled; by what Devcon didn't want to know.

"Bah weep..." Wreck-Gar started, pausing to moan. "Hannarg peew... Ninni! Bong!" The last two words were little more than gasps.

"Mmmm, no- not quite." Kup purred, voice still muffled. "Bah weep..."

"B-bah w-weep..." Wreck-Gar hiccupped.

"Grannah weep..."

"Gr-rannah wee-oooh." Wreck-Gar's voice faded into a low moan.

"Ninni bong."

"N-n-n-"

"Would you two knock it off already?" The bounty hunter growled. "What the slag is that nonsense anyway?" He turned and let out a low growl of defeat. Wreck-Gar was seated in Kup's lap, straddling the old soldier whose faceplate was buried in the Junkion's neck. Wreck-Gar had turned to fix his optics on Devcon, but Kup appeared too preoccupied.

"Universal greeting, bounty hunter," Kup replied coolly, "it's a peaceful way to say hello."

"Haey." Wreck-Gar agreed quietly.

"And you're teaching drivel like that to him because you want him to stick out more?"

"No." Kup sighed, finally looking at the blue bot from over Wreck-Gar's shoulder. "I'm teaching him so he isn't tempted to greet new-comers like this." He smiled a little and indicated the Junkion's current position.

"Well you sure as slag don't seem to mind."

"Damn right I don't!" Kup laughed.

"Nyah nyah!" Wreck-Gar taunted before looking away. He rocked a few times in Kup's lap and began massaging his shoulders.

~Sounds like Devcon's jealous.~ Kup privately to Wreck-Gar. He powered down his optics, however, and began sucking on the main full line in the Junkion's throat.

~And tahw, exactly era we supposed ot od about it?~ Wreck-Gar back, though his tone was playful and intrigued.

~Oh, I don't know - I was just making an observation.~ Kup supplied, wincing as Wreck-Gar's hands found a sore knot of wires. ~Though, you never really did get to pay him back for saving your function cycle.~

~You have a tniop ereht, my friend.~ Wreck-Gar offered, turning to watch Devcon as he stared blankly out the window. ~You have yna ideas?~

~I might...~

Devcon let out another long sigh as he watched the stars go zipping past. He didn't understand why space travel frightened the slag out of half the galaxy. Space travel was a doorway to the unknown, and up here one was so completely at peace that everything else seemed to fall back into place. He jerked slightly as he felt a pair of hands slide around his waste, followed by a glossa on his lower armor. He refocused his optics quickly and stiffened upon seeing Wreck-Gar on his knees in front of him.

"What do you think you're doing, Junkion?" He panted.

"Bah weep, weep grannah." Came his nonsense reply and Wreck-Gar wiggled his optic ridges.

"He says he didn't get to thank you properly." Kup whispered darkly, directly into Devcon's audios. He placed his hands on Devcon's hips and smiled upon hearing the bounty hunter start.

"Y-yeah? Well, I don't know if he remembers what happened last time he got close to my piece, but I sure as slag do." Devcon growled. Unfortunately he seemed to be all noise and no shot, for even as he spoke he placed a gentle hand on Wreck-Gar's helm and thrummed his core.

Kup smiled, for it seemed like this was going to be easier than he thought. He tightened his fingers around the bounty hunter's hips and stepped into him, pressing himself flush to Devcon's back. He felt the bot tense, but his attention quickly returned to Wreck-Gar at his codpiece. Chuckling hotly, Kup tilted his helm forward and began blowing through the vents on the side of Devcon's helm.

Wreck-Gar powered down his optics and tilted his helm a bit into Devcon's hand, the fingers of which tightened lightly in response to whatever it was Kup was doing to him. He reached forward and placed his hands on the inside of Devcon's thighs, forcing the bounty hunter to widen his stance - which he did with only a small noise. The Junkion purred quietly through his vocals before flicking his glossa back out and proceeding to lick Devcon's lower armor gratuitously. He leaned into the act and used the full of his tongue, not just the tip, and brushed his nose and chin against Devcon's armor as he stroked the flat of his tongue up along the closed panel door.

Devcon could hear his internal warning system going off in the back of his helm, warning him that the two other mechs were lowering his defenses at an alarming rate, and that if he didn't snap out of it he would soon be at their mercy. He paused for a nano-click before turning off the alarms completely. He wasn't too worried, after all he had made Kup switch for him once already, and he knew the kid was no match for him. Not to mention the fact that they were thousands of miles from any planet on his ship and neither of them had any clue how to fly it. He was safe, for the time being, and able to completely give in and enjoy himself. He felt the condensation on his lower armor begin to cool behind Wreck-Gar's tongue and he shuddered involuntarily.

Kup pulled his helm away for a moment to glance at Wreck-Gar before bending down a little and deciding to pay attention to the delicious seam on Devcon's back which had yielded such brilliant results last time. He felt the bounty hunter stiffen in his hands, but he didn't hesitate, in fact he squeezed the joints at his fingertips tighter, and pressed his glossa roughly into the top of the seam. Devcon arched back into him, his lower armor connecting noisily with Wreck-Gar's faceplate. Kup simply smiled around his glossa and began to draw it down through the seam, slowly, attentively. The edges were jagged and sometimes sharp, but the heat that pooled out from the inner wiring just beyond made the old soldier's core thrum loudly.

Wreck-Gar paused for only a short second to rub at his forehead, which had clanged roughly against Devcon, but he was soon back on the job, so to speak. He could feel the bounty hunter's chassis vibrating slightly, and began to wonder exactly what it was that Kup was doing to Devcon to earn such an enthusiastic response. He began to trace his tongue along the edges of the bounty hunter's panel, and could feel it start to loosen. He smirked inwardly. It appeared Devcon was trying to hold out, probably still a little nervous about letting the Junkion so close to such a sensitive part of himself. Wreck-Gar decided to put his central processor at ease, and began to press his tongue slowly into the creases, humming as he did so.

Devcon bit back a snarl of defeat as the Junkion just kept going. His pleasure nodes were torn between the dangerous licks to his seam and the warm, prodding tongue at his lower panel. He only had so much self control, and with a slow moan he gave in and opened his lower panel for the Junkion, softening back into Kup's hands as he did so, feeling a good amount of tension released at the action. Now his body was seeking the attention, not trying to hold it back. He stiffened only slightly as he felt Kup's hands slide up his waist to his side, then up until they crept around to his chestplate and latched around him in a strange embrace as Kup continued to play with his seam. His knee joints began to feel weak as Wreck-Gar started in on the interlocking pieces hidden behind his lower panel, taking care to completely avoid his piece and valve.

Kup felt triumph closing in as Wreck-Gar tapped at his calf from between Devcon's legs, telling the old soldier that the bounty hunter had opened his lower panel. Phase one of their devious little plan seemed to have gone without a hitch. He slowly pulled his tongue back up from the bottom of the seam to the top and stood up straight, thrumming his core low and long. He then tightened his arms around Devcon's chestplate and pulled the bounty hunter back into him again. He rocked his hips slightly, pressing rough against the blue bot. He tipped his head forward to begin sucking on Devcon's throat.

"You know, we really are some of the most intricate and advanced life-forms out there." The soldier teased, making sure to keep his voice as calm as possible.

Wreck-Gar paused again as he heard Kup's voice, but remembering what the plan was, he wasted no more time. Processing the old soldier's words slowly, the Junkion began to swing his tongue around the inside of Devcon's valve. The bounty hunter tensed and tried to pull away from Wreck-Gar, just as Kup had said he would. He was stopped however, and even let a moan escape him as the Junkion cautiously pressed his tongue against the pliable walls playfully, huffing out a hot breath as he did so.

"Ah-and?" Devcon rasped in response, trying to play Kup's game. He wasn't sure what the two Cybertronians were up to, but he could tell they were working together against him now, and he was starting to regret lowering his firewall. The strategy was obviously meant to break him down, but to what end the bounty hunter wasn't sure. He was, however, a bit disappointed in himself as he realized Kup's planning would bring him down quickly. The thrumming against his back was making the edges of his seam vibrate and brush against each other, filling him with a strange kind of painful pleasure, and the kid between his legs - well, Devcon would never deny that that felt good.

~This won't take long at all, Wreck-Gar. So keep it up.~ Kup privately, then snickered and began stroking Devcon's chestplate leisurely. "And, I was just curious about just how much you knew about our direct interfacing capabilities?" He teased the bounty hunter, voice nothing but a purr to the blue bot's audios. He widened his stance a bit, shifting his center of gravity and waiting for his equilibrium gauge to catch up before he began focusing energy on his lower panel in preparation to pop it open at exactly the right moment.

"I-I know a-a lot." Devcon hissed, optics malfunctioning slightly as his body began to focus strictly upon other areas of his body. "I know e-enough." He finished, not sounding nearly as confident as he wanted to. He stiffened and smacked back into Kup as Wreck-Gar slipped his thumbs into the bounty hunter's valve, and moved his glossa to the top hole, prodding around as if searching for his piece. He stifled a moan and dropped his helm, core thrumming erratically.

Wreck-Gar responded by thrumming his own core twice, interrupting his humming in the process. He began to rub his thumbs in a semi-circle pattern along the opposite walls of Devcon's valve, his other fingers pressed delicately into the surrounding pieces. He tilted his helm in all sorts of different directions in an attempt to send his glossa deep enough into Devcon's top hole to find the tip of his piece. Just because it was hidden didn't mean it wasn't the most sensitive part on his body. He found his target and was rewarded with a loud cry from Devcon as the bounty hunter arched into Kup and his piece popped forward - directly into Wreck-Gar's mouth. He was stunned for a moment, having not quite expected such a reaction, but he decided to make the best of the situation, and began to suck gently on the cool object, receiving only a moan of approval.

"Oh?" Kup continued, voice deliciously deep as he slowly pressed one hand into Devcon's compliant midsection. "You didn't know about that little technique I showed you on Webworld." He pressed curiously, baiting. He rubbed his lower armor suggestively against Devcon's aft as the Junkion took full advantage of the open lower panel. He heard the bounty hunter begin gripping desperately at the kid's helm, and was slightly surprised as Devcon reached back with his free hand and began groping at Kup's shoulders. He felt his panel begin to respond slowly, and opened it as quietly as possible.

"I wo-wouldn't consi-sider that an in-interface technique, K-Kup." Devcon groaned, digging his fingers into the old soldier's back plate tightly and pulling him closer. "Th-that's for function cycle or t-t-termination situations oh-only." He kept on, even though he knew the more he talked the more he revealed he was playing right into Kup's hands. He felt the soldier chuckle and brush against his aft once more, revealing that he'd opened his lower panel. Devcon swallowed a smile upon realizing he was probably going to be switching in the near future. Rational thought was all but decimated, however, as Wreck-Gar continued to suck on his exposed piece, making the bounty hunter's legs weak and his inner wires knot and tighten in anticipation.

Wreck-Gar wrapped his agile glossa around Devcon's piece and began to slide it back and forth, pursing his lips around the base of the piece and humming louder than before. He slid the thumb of his right hand out of the bounty hunter's valve and slid the hand upwards to his midsection, kneading there gently. With his left hand he switched out his thumb for his two longest fingers, and began prodding pointedly at the valve walls. He was becoming eager to see how Devcon was going to respond to the final stage of Kup's plan, and the thought of such alerted him to the fact that his own panel had swung open, and was not pleased at being ignored. He studied his position in his central processor for a moment before pulling his hand off Devcon's midsection and sliding it towards his own lower panel, fingering the edges of his own valve.

"Really?" Kup sighed, sounding almost bored as he began to trace patterns along Devcon's chestplate, squeezing harder at his side. "I think maybe it's just because you don't have the correct know-how to handle a connection like that pleasantly." He suggested in a growl, pulling Devcon backwards so hard he dented his own chestplate. He released a soft moan and popped his piece, listening in satisfaction as it slid up against Devcon's aft.

"Did you know then, bounty hunter," he continued, voice just slightly starting to show his desire, though he was ten times more in control than Devcon, "that our whole lower panel interface is on a track?"

"Ah-a track?" Devcon gasped, rocking his hips forward into Wreck-Gar's fingers. He shook his head. "Wh-hat the sl-slag are you ta-ahlking about?" He was about to continue arguing when his body decided that the things Wreck-Gar was doing were far more important. His vocal components failed him as the Junkion's humming, coupled with the sucking, his tongue and those eager but unsure fingers, started a reaction he wasn't about to stop. He leaned onto Kup for almost complete support as his valve, hot enough to melt iron, finally began lubricating. He rocked his hips forward as it happened, hissing out a low moan.

Wreck-Gar's optic ridges rose in surprise as the bounty hunter finally began. That meant he was to put the next part of the plan into motion. He slowly pulled his mouth back and away from Devcon's piece to focus momentarily on the task at hand. He reluctantly pulled his other hand from his own needy valve and brought both to the now damp panel before him. He began spreading the almost silky lubricant around, paying special attention to the seams. He smiled at his handiwork as the lubricant began to drip down Devcon's thighs.

~You're up. I'm lla done down ereh.~ He commed to Kup, popping a wet finger into his mouth curiously as an afterthought.

~Good job.~ Kup snickered back. The old soldier slowly powered down his optics and began to slide the hand he had gripped on Devcon's midsection down. He felt the bounty hunter stiffen in response to the wandering hand, but Kup knew that Devcon's central processor was so focused on his lower panel right then that he had the blue bot completely at his mercy. He smiled a wicked smile and slipped his hand between Devcon's legs from behind, bringing his other hand down to brace the bot by his hip.

"Here," he cooed, pressing two fingers deep into Devcon's valve, "I'll show you." Without the slightest bit of hesitation the old soldier jerked back on the bounty hunter's valve. The whole panel slid backwards with ease until locking into it's new position. It had slid far enough back to almost start up Devcon's aft, but stopped just low enough to permit Kup entrance from the back.

Devcon's shout of surprise echoed around the ship before fading into Kup's smug chuckling. The bounty hunter tried to regain composure but his faceplate was scarlet, his panel was throbbing and his core was thrumming loud enough to drown out the beeping of the autopilot. He sucked back a moan as the Junkion began shifting under him. At least now he knew what they wanted.

~You're a-a scoundrel..~ He commed meekly to Kup.

~I could say the same to you.~ Kup sighed, brushing his piece teasingly against the entrance of Devcon's valve.

Wreck-Gar repositioned himself a little further under Devcon and made himself comfortable. Now seated on his aft instead of his knees he felt his joints relax and his core began thrumming again. He stretched his left arm out behind him, palm on the floor, and dropped the other back down to his own burning valve. Running his fingers around the rim he leaned forward a bit and took Devcon's piece back into his mouth. It was an odd thing to do, or so it seemed to him, but he enjoyed having something to occupy his mouth.

Kup could only tease for so long before he had to give in and pleasure himself. Taking hold of both of Devcon's hips he rocked forward in a powerful thrust. His cold piece was met immediately with wet warmth and pressure. He kneaded his fingers against the bounty hunter's waist and twisted his own just slightly, brushing the tip of his piece into giving valve walls. The old soldier had bonded with plenty of males and females alike, but there was a different kind of tightness to a male's valve. He wasn't quite sure how to explain it, but he knew he liked it.

Devcon's faceplate reflected a crippling pleasure as Kup pulled out slowly before plunging back in. The feeling of being penetrated from behind was so strangely intimate that the bounty hunter quickly logged the idea away for later use. His arms hung tense at his sides for a few nano-seconds before he realized he had to do something with them. He brought them up quickly and grabbed hold of the Junkion's helm, almost holding him to his piece affectionately. That sensation was akin to penetration but the wetness was different, thinner and cooler than the sticky valve lubrication. Devcon would need to remember this as well.

Wreck-Gar attempted to look up at Devcon, intending on giving him a 'what are you doing?' face, but with the bounty hunter's hands so firmly on his helm, he couldn't crane his neck enough to do so. He fell back into a pattern of sucking roughly on the piece, then stopping to circle his tongue around the tip as he traced his fingers the same way in his own valve. He wasn't sure why the addition of the piece in his mouth made him thrum so hard, but it did just that, and he could feel his overload nearing.

Kup strained to keep back a laugh as Devcon's helm tilted until it was resting on his shoulder. It appeared the bounty hunter was quite used to switching as well - maybe there was some credit to his claims. Despite the rather smarmy intentions behind his actions, Kup couldn't keep himself as a distant participant for long, and soon wrapped his arms across Devcon's chest and pulled him as close as possible. He tipped his own helm forward and pressed his mouth to Devcon's throat, humming as he continued at a steady pace.

Devcon, being a lone traveler most of the time, took great pride in the fact that he knew himself better than anyone ever would. He believed that no-one could surprise him and use his body against him because he knew, better than they, what he was and was not capable of. However it appeared that the unconventional methods of Kup and Wreck-Gar were slowly unraveling that long-known faith in himself. His central processor was reeling and pleasantly ripping itself apart as it attempted to focus on one part of his lower panel more than the other, but each time it seemed to make up its decision, something happened and its attention was torn once more. He felt his lower wires suddenly begin to knot, and in a last ditch effort to try and find a focal point, his system ran into overload.

Wreck-Gar, unfortunately, had not thought this far into the process, and was understandably quite surprised. He shot backwards so quickly that his one supporting hand was unable to keep him upright and he hit the ground hard. His optics flickered for a moment, the circuitry tangled from the hard blow to the back of the helm, and he began to work the strange fluid around in his mouth. It had no taste, really, but a strong texture that almost mimicked one. It was rubbery and smooth, and somehow both a liquid and a solid at the same time. His optics finally powered up into a steady shine and he reached up to rub at his helm tenderly.

Kup started as he heard Wreck-Gar hit the floor, and winced as Devcon stiffened in response to his overload. The old soldier slowly lifted his helm and powered up his optics, focusing them in on Wreck-Gar, sprawled and rather disoriented on the floor. He smirked a bit and felt Devcon squirm in his arms. He stood up straight and regarded the back of the bounty hunter's helm with a strange expression.

~What's gotten into you?~ Kup muttered distractedly, optics blinking out as his body began to wonder why he had stopped his thrusting. His piece was still nestled within Devcon's valve and it ached for overload.

~You uh- ever try and keep going after overload?~ Devcon muttered back, a slight wince in his voice. He felt his circuits and wires begin to loosen and relax, and a sudden exhaustion swept over him. His valve began to ache and he pried himself away from Kup, stepping over Wreck-Gar's legs to lean against the wall for a moment. He powered up his optics and clicked his tongue at the expression Kup was giving him.

"What?" He panted, reaching down to try and snap his lower panel back into place. "It-it's not my fault I-I couldn't keep going... You two snuck up on m-me." He groaned as the pieces slid forward and snapped into place once more, before covering up with a soft click. He narrowed one optic scope, realizing he was still being glared at like the enemy, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm going to recharge." He snarled, then turned and walked away.

Wreck-Gar frowned and pushed himself up to his elbows, watching Devcon walk away with a frown. He kind of understood where the bounty hunter was coming from, after all they had indeed snuck up on him, and attempting to continue bonding after one mate had overloaded was, to say the least, uncomfortable, but his snippy attitude made it hard for the Junkion to sympathize with him. He heard Kup sigh deeply and turned his optics towards the old warrior, noticing with a twinge in his lower wires that the Autobot's lower panel was still open.

"Well, how do you like that." Kup muttered, hands on his hips. "We were just trying to be friendly."

~Kind of hard to leef sorry for the yug when he acts ekil that.~ Wreck-Gar muttered in agreement, still on the floor.

Kup nodded in agreement, but raised his optic ridges in smug surprise as he turned to help the Junkion to his feet. He paused and knelt down; enjoying the confused look he received as Wreck-Gar had obviously been expecting to be helped upwards.

~Looks like we're on our own then...~ The old soldier commed suggestively, wagging his eyebrow ridges. Wreck-Gar chuckled at him and pulled Kup a little closer.

"Bah weep graanah, weep ninni bong!"

"Bah weep grannah is right, my friend." Kup chuckled, allowing the Junkion to pull him to the floor. He slipped one hand to Wreck-Gar's shoulder blade and brought the other up to cup his face. He tipped his helm forward until his forehead touched Wreck-Gar's, then pressed his hips down and entered the Junkion. It was sweet satisfaction. The old soldier moaned deeply.

Wreck-Gar accompanied Kup's moan with his own, and powered his optics back down. His core quieted down and started a low, content rhythm. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been penetrated in a conventional way, and his chassis was thrilled at the sensation. Kup's piece was still warm from Devcon's valve, and it made Wreck-Gar feel better to know that he wouldn't have to hold out at all because Kup would probably not last much longer anyway. He felt himself throb slightly as Kup shifted to pull out.

Kup fell into a slower, less forceful rhythm, bracing himself with one arm. He slid the other hand around to support the back of Wreck-Gar's helm, not wanting to slam it into the ground more than it had already been. He slowly flickered his optics off and matched the Junkion's thrumming with his own. Wreck-Gar was much more welcoming, warmer and oddly comfortable when compared to Devcon. Kup supposed a bot's personality chip directly affected certain parts of their bodies; the chip did double as a function coordinator, so it made sense. He let out a short gasp, feeling his lower wires tighten in anticipation.

Wreck-Gar suddenly latched onto Kup, throwing his arms around the Autobot's back. His legs locked up, his spark pulsed brightly, his valve tightened and he let out a low growl as he overloaded. The overwhelming bliss lasted for only a few nano-seconds, but it carried him into Kup's overload. He tilted his helm back into Kup's hand and purred at the sensation, smiling wide as the soldier finished and collapsed atop him.

"Ba~ah weep." Kup chuckled.

Wreck-Gar kept his faceplate blank, hard almost, and held a hand out to stop his fellow Junkions from going any further. His rather rough faceplate was now adorned with a long goatee and his frame was strong, broad and durable. He crossed his arms over his chest, under the large barrels which jutted out from the metal, and continued to stare down the new arrivals to his planet - A blue bounty hunter, a green Autobot, a pink femm-bot, a little yellow Autobot, and a heavily suited human.

"Um," the pink femm-bot started, seeing no-one else make a move. "We-uh-"

"Hang on, Arcee," The green Autobot sighed deeply, stepping forward and meeting optics with Wreck-Gar. "I've got this covered."

"Marvelous." The bounty hunter snarled. "You're the one responsible getting us into this mess in the first place, and you expect us to trust you to negotiate with the natives?" He pushed the green bot aside and stepped up to Wreck-Gar himself, looking up at him with a snarl. He put his hands on his hips and narrowed his optic scope in response to the calculating look he was given.

"We demand passage!" He started, ignoring the noises of disapproval the others made behind him.

Wreck-Gar cocked his helm to one side, regarding the bounty hunter coldly. He heard his Junkions skittering about behind him, anxious and eagerly awaiting their leader's command. He caught a small smirk from Kup, and couldn't hold back any longer. Thrusting his hand out he grabbed Devcon's lower panel roughly and then, beaming, said:

"Bah weep grannah, weep ninni bong!"