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That horrible waste of space looked so confident… Strong Arm almost whimpered when his gag was removed, optics flicking to his leader fearfully. He had meant to purge Megatron of the mech who had threatened him so many times, who had been such a weakness to the Decepticon cause! There was even proof that Starscream was no good in the fact that they were at peace! But what was the seeker talking about…

"They will my little seeker… I told you they would… now then… I want to hear it from you imbeciles why you thought it was a good idea to hurt what was MINE." Megatron hissed, claw tips running along red armor, scratching lightly. "You're lucky I have other plans and thought this through, when I found HIM," he jabbed a hand at Starscream, "I wanted to rip your spark out and CRUSH it."

Starscream started to relax for real, watching his mate start his work. ::So protective of me...:: he teased lightly. He was still nervous, and didn't even try to hide that fact from Megatron, but he wasn't going to leave, not for anything. "You know, I'm not sure I've ever seen you really let loose on someone."

"You see? That just goes to prove our point! He has made you WEAK, my Lord!" Drifter never did know when to keep his mouth shut. It was often an asset, at least for intimidating weaker mechs, but at times like this...

"Oh? Is that what you think?" Stalking over, the Decepticon leader lashed out, grabbing Drifter's jaw and yanking him close to look into his optics and smirk. "For your information, my treacherous second in command has made me strong through his treachery and all his attempts to kill me, and now I can enjoy it fully! You moron, you think your little stunt helped me? It did the opposite. IT made me weak, not him! Not MY seeker, YOU idiots." As he spoke Megatron realized that he wasn't making as much sense as he ought to, but was too worked up to care. ::You're mine, my little seeker, of course I am.::

There was so much surprise… why was their leader so angry for their help? Starscream was a weakness! Megatron said himself, the seeker was always on the prowl and attempting to… WAS… Strong Arm scowled and winced at the pathetic sound Drifter made, realizing that Starscream was enjoying it and was the one who made those marks on Megatron. His leader seemed to love them though, running a hand along some of the ones on his chest every few moments. "I-If he helps so much, why did you run from battle just for him, sir?" Strong Arm called out, shaking in fear but wanting to help his friend and lover. "You looked fragging SCARED! You then called for peace, you gave up on your cause for that treacherous seeker… and then you stopped LEADING US!" Oh that wasn't a smart thing to do…

Starscream shifted, ready to defend Megatron, but he forced himself to be still. The silver mech could most definitely defend himself, if he even wanted to. The Seeker hoped Megatron did choose to explain himself, because he wanted to hear Megatron's reasons, wanted to hear the tyrant SAY them. He traced the gouges in his wing, moaning softly at the pain and recent memory.

So far, Shellshock had managed to stay mostly unnoticed. Of course he had been caught, Megatron and Starscream both knew he was there, but they hadn't turned their attention to him. The black and gray mech was perfectly willing to keep it that way, even if Strong Arm and Drifter took the worst of Megatron's anger. THEY were the ones who'd gotten him caught, after all. So he stayed silent, just watching as Strong Arm got himself even further in trouble just to help his friend. Bah, friend, pathetic...

"I stopped leading you? no! All I did was let you idiots lead yourselves for once, I took a BREAK, I allowed myself a luxury for once!" Megatron noticed the way Strong Arm had burst in to defend Drifter and chuckled breathily. "You two should know why I ended the battle for my seeker… if you were in my position with the other on the line you would have done what I did." As he spoke Megatron's fingers started dancing across armor again, rubbing and touching in a way to get Drifter charged as the others watched.

Again the looks on their faces were surprised, and Drifter found himself being the one to snap out. "But you don't need… you're our lord! You-you… you don't need…" But it was obvious what pleasure his leader and the air commander gave each other and that fact that they would do what Megatron had done in his place.

Grinning, Starscream continued tracing his wing, he wanted to enjoy this... and why SHOULDN'T he? A slight motion caught his optics, and the Air Commander had to bit his glossa to keep from whimpering. ::Don't... I mean, they weren't... too horrible. They were like... like TC and 'Warp with me, when I... HE was the real instigator, he's the one...:: Starscream tried to get Megatron's attention to move towards the so far silent third mech, the leader and instigator of the attack.

What... what was Megatron trying to do with Drifter? It didn't... look like what they had done, it looked a lot nicer than that, or like it would be nicer, or might be, or... Strong Arm wasn't sure. "You captured Optimus Prime and brought him back and then you PLEASURED him! You negotiated PEACE with him! You forgot everything we were fighting for!"

"And YOU forget that I started the fighting and the ORIGINAL reason for it!" Megatron snapped, giving his mate a affirmative nod before walking over to the third mech and without a word cut into Shellshock. His claws shredded part of the black and gray mech's chest plating without haste, saying nothing… if he would have it wouldn't have been pretty! Anger sated for the moment, the Decepticon went back to what he was doing originally, caressing Drifter's armor. "I've been fighting since before you were even SPARKED, and I pleasured the Prime, so what? Does that really matter? I ask you, what's wrong with wanting peace? And not only that, but Optimus is trying to do the same thing I always have! Our cause isn't lost, it's just being done in a different way."

"That makes no sense! Your way was perfect! It was… It was… destructive… but we…" Strong Arm looked down and away, not missing the low sound of pleasure that came from his friend as well as the gasps from Shellshock as the mech shook from pain and spoke. "Y-you're not our l-leader anymore… you-you're just playing at it! We wanted to help! I wanted to… that fragging glitch of a Seeker doesn't deserve you!"

"So I don't deserve him," Starscream drawled, once again tracing the possessive etchings Megatron had made on him. "That doesn't change the fact that I HAVE him." ::Primus... he sounds just like I would have... Like I DID.:: Starscream only managed not to shiver at the similarities by pressing his essence against Megatron's through their bond. ::He's done NOTHING that I haven't... he doesn't even regret it!::

::I'm amazed… by how stupid they are and how ignorant… and you DO deserve me, I don't deserve you, my little seeker…:: Megatron murmured, feeling the guilt and horror oozing from the mech in his grasp as he continued his caressing and touches.

"But we thought… he said… we thought… after all those attempts, sir! After all those times he tried to… to kill you!" Strong Arm pulled at his chains desperately, wanting the touch his lover was getting while watching the instigator snarl and snap wordlessly at Starscream.

At the same time Megatron was loosing his patience, yearning to go over and rub his hands against his seeker's wings instead. "Do you ever think for yourself? I don't need help! I've never needed help and although the gesture is… amazingly strange and the WRONG way to go, you can make it up… you can change it… things will be changing for the better…"

That was right. He may have done the same things Shellshock had done, but he had done more. He had kept Megatron strong with his constant backstabbing. He had, on his own power, gotten close to the mech he desired. And... it sounded so horribly Autobot, but Starscream truly regretted what he had done to his mate's past lovers, past friends. Shellshock simply stood there and snarled, hissed, and refused to listen to the one he nominally served. "If I had truly wanted him dead... I bet even he would admit he would be dead by now. No-one I truly targeted for death has survived, after all."

Drifter couldn't stop the moan that left his vocalizer. Megatron's touch was, unsurprisingly, very skilled, very pleasant, and not entirely unwanted. What Decepticon would truly object to such attention from their leader, after all? And Strong Arm would forgive him, he knew that... "M... make it up? H- how...?"

"Yes Screamer, we all know your ego is large…" Megatron teased the seeker, blocking his end of the bond so he could whisper into Drifter's audio what he wanted. "You see… we made a little wager and I rather want to lose…" He gave the details of the bet, ending with a request to spread around just a few of those details so that he could lose and get both prizes.

Strong Arm pulled at his bonds, audios straining to hear what was being said until Megatron pulled away from his friend and came over obviously repeating it all. He was floored… amazed and then overjoyed that he could redeem himself… "Yes SIR!" The mech gasped when claws danced up his side and arm, stopping at the chains so that he could teasingly tug at them. "I wonder if you're enjoying this as much as I am and your… friend did… Strong Arm… you're so lucky I'm being lenient."

A confused and almost hurt look appeared on Starscream's face when Megatron closed the bond, fading when he realized it was just to keep something from him, keep him from knowing what the mechs would have to do to atone for their crime. And, as odd as it was, he did want them to atone. Strongarm and Drifter, at least... Shellshock, on the other hand, was still snarling at him, shaking a little from pain.

::Sorry love…:: Megatron purred, right before freeing the bound mech, speaking out loud while squeezing on Strongarm's arm carefully. "Starscream, I'd suggest you free Drifter and bring him here, I want this... leader wannabe brat to see how it feels to be hurt… though he might just enjoy it too much." He pointed at Shellshock and let go of Strongarm, "rip off a chunk of his armor, I don't care where… and make him enjoy it."

He jumped a little as Megatron apologized to him and released Strongarm. Starscream realized what Megatron was wanting from the mechs, though, and grinned. Yes, let Shellshock learn what it was like... The Seeker kept his facade of calm as he approached Drifter, caressing his side and arm before unbinding him. "If you're really sorry... And Megatron doesn't mind... I might even let you taste what you tried to take from me," he said, pulling Drifter over to where Megatron was waiting. Drifter didn't seem sure what to make of that comment, but he didn't put up any fight.

"Why would I mind? I shall soon be seeing you with those blasted Autobot twins… writhing under their torture… mmm, so pretty… I believe Skywarp will be willing to tape it for me, the vid's would bring in quite a few credits." It was nice to see an order carried out promptly, the scream Shellshock gave was quite gruesome, though still nothing compared to Starscream's sky screams. "Oh good… now pleasure him Strongarm, making him moan and writhe, actually… as long as he's pretty slagging mangled at the end I'm happy and you're redeemed, so do as you wish. Now you though Drifter… it's my little seeker's call."

Why was Megatron being so… NICE? Why wasn't he angrier… he was being so lenient and actually a better leader then before, although that could have just been the fact that he was still alive to make that seem to be… if that made sense… Strongarm barely noticed the sounds Shellshock was making until the mech's spark pulsed, pleasure spilling forth.

"I think... I remember your hands, Drifter... Thought they'd be nice, if I wanted them." Starscream was still stroking the mech, feeling... a lot more forgiving than the he should. ::I think we merged with Optimus too much... I'm infected by Autobot ideals!:: "So let us feel them, Drifter... Keep Megatron and I... happy, while we watch what Strongarm there does..."

Drifter looked at Starscream in momentary confusion. He couldn't have just been told to... to pleasure the two leaders? Yeah. Apparently he had been. Was that supposed to be a punishment?

::I believe its called a conscience, my little seeker… I know it's horribly strange isn't it?:: Megatron said dryly, turning around just enough to raise a optic ridge at Starscream. "Hmm… your attackers are all kind of cute, Screamer…" he murmured absently, chuckling when Shellshock glared balefully at them, blood red optics dark with a poorly hidden lust. "Be good and I might just let YOU leave here alive," the Decepticon called out, smirk growing larger when Strongarm jerked accidentally and left a large gouge in the dark armor he had been playing with.

::I still say it's from merging Op too much. Oh well, we infected him, so it's even, I guess...:: "The same could be said of almost all the Decepticon ARMY, Megsy." The Seeker smirked at the black and gray mech, turning and grabbing Megatron for a kiss. He jerked a little in surprise when Drifter overcame his paralysis enough to touch him, and pulled away to look at the mech. "I think you need to focus on Megatron... he's the one who decides if you're forgiven..." Starscream couldn't quite take the touches yet, not from Drifter.

"Hm? I don't mind… and you ARE the one who told him to please us, Starscream," Megatron reminded, dragging the seeker back in for a near violent and needy kiss. A hand clenched around Drifter's arm and almost crushed the appendage in his lust until he loosened his grip on it, pulling away.

"S-see! He doesn-doesn't respect you!" Shellshock's snarl made both Megatron and Strongarm look at him, the later instantly silencing the former with a blow. He wasn't going to let Shellshock ruin his attempts to not be slagged this time!

Starscream hung onto Megatron, shaking, and it took Drifter a moment to realize the Seeker was laughing. He smiled a little, surprised to find that he was actually happy to see that their leader was happy with his lover. And if Strongarm and he helped Megatron loose that bet... oh, quite lovely images. With a small moan, the mech dared to lean forward and lick at some of the dried energon in the marks Megatron wore so proudly.

Oh, that glossa was kind of nice… the Decepticon leader roughly but carefully used a clawed hand to hold Drifter to him, wanting more of that glossa. He smirked at the same time, leering at Shellshock because of the simple fact that… it would have been more disrespectful to not just let loose, actually that wasn't true it would have been hurtful for his mate to hold back and not show their love off. "Coming from someone who desecrated my property…"

"I-I did no… I… I was trying to…" Shellshock keened in pain, jealousy evident in his optics as he glared, arching against the hands touching him and Megatron as well.

The keen from the victim in front of him made Strongarm whimper, hands becoming softer until he heard the accusation and then Starscream's responding laugher, the laughter of a sparkling. "We were wrong," he whispered to himself, feeling Shellshock stiffen and snarl wordlessly, showing that he'd heard.

"I'll desecrate your property!" Starscream giggled, kissing Megatron again pressing him into a wall, barely even noticing as Drifter whimpered and moved before he got pinned by two larger mechs. The Seeker grabbed Drifter's hand and led the mech to one of the places he knew would make Megatron scream. A keen and snarl from Shellshock made him grin into the kiss.

Strongarm shook a little, tearing into the gray and black mech harder. "You said Starscream was a THREAT to Lord Megatron... you said there was NOTHING PERSONAL to the attack!" He was sick, angry with himself, and found it easier to rage at Shellshock for leading them in... in what they had done.

Moans filtered through Megatron's barrier, loud and clear-cut and wonderful… "Oh really, my little seeker? Let's see you do it then, hmm?" He growled, fingers rubbing against the armor of the two mech's before he snarled at Shellshock's words. "A threat? This flimsy piece of chassis a threat? You're joking, right?" The tease was directed at Starscream, daring him to prove the bigger mech wrong… daring him to do it.

Growling, Starscream batted Drifter's hands off of Megatron, didn't want to hurt their 'helper' after all. "Flimsy? This chassis' taken more shots of your puny little fusion cannon than I care to count, MEGSY! Let me show you... just how flimsy... I am..." With a little strain and a lot of subtle help from Megatron, Starscream managed to force the silver mech to the floor. ::And maybe you can tell me how shredding you like I'm planing to will prove that I'm NOT a threat, hm?:: the Seeker added, grinning smugly as he straddled Megatron and ran his hands up the gorgeous frame. Meeting Drifter's optics for a moment, Starscream nodded towards Megatron, intending for the mech to resume his earlier task.

::When I shove you off and rip your chest plates open they'll know.:: Megatron growled, moaning out loud before crushing poor Drifter against him, who had to have been more confused then ever. "We'll see about that Screamer, your trine mates would agree with me and you know it!" He growled a hand rubbing against Drifter's chest plating as he grinned and shot a look to the other two mechs in the room. They had stopped and were watching… waiting and just watching, Shellshock still looked jealous, straining and seeming to need some touch. It was a touch that Strongarm gave, fingers rubbing soft circles into armor.

"Yes...! Oh, yes... Megatron!" Starscream screeched before locking the tyrant in another kiss and ripping at his side. ::You always know... just what to say...!::

Drifter had given UP on making sense of what was going on. It was enough that he and his lover were apparently forgiven for their crime, even by Starscream. It was more than he would have ever dared to think that the two higher-ranking mechs were giving such a beautiful private show, practice for when Megatron lost his bet, perhaps? And it was even better that he was allowed to help them, even if Megatron was hurting him with his hold. Strongarm seemed lost in the show, rubbing and touching Shellshock without apparently noticing what he was really doing.

They… how could Megatron dismiss him like that? How could that fragger treat him so horribly after he tried to HELP?! Shellshock bit back a howl of agony at the injustice he was suffering from, instead imagining that it was Megatron who had hurt him, had made him feel so good… he wanted his leader! Wanted to feel those damaging hands caress and injure at the same time, do everything to him that was being done to Starscream…

"More, Starscream! Deeper, dig those claws in as you know how!" Megatron snarled, launching himself forward to bite the nearest wing. "Is that all you have? What kind of example are you setting?!"

Starscream howled unabashedly as denta broke his wing's plating, and used all his weight to slam Megatron down again, pulling at his chest plates from the side-seam. "Oh, everyone here KNOWS how I handle myself. The question is how YOU handle me, Megsy! How you keep your backstabbing, violent, egotistical, and not really sane second in command in line. What kind of example are YOU setting?"

With a low moan, Megatron rolled them over, being careful of Drifter again as he pinned Starscream down and used his claws to rip through a wing and re-carve his name. "Hmm… that's a good question, though with you laid on your back… do I really need to answer?" He ran a finger along the newest wound on the ripped wing and purred, trailing to the seeker's cockpit before moving to another wound. Out the corner of his optic he watched Shellshock's anger fade into resigned hate and loathing, glaring at his lover with a deadly fire… the mech would learn not to touch HIS seeker when he was done though so Megatron didn't worry.

Starscream's screams could almost be heard outside the base as he reacted to the pleasure of his mate claiming him before the very ones who had sought to keep them apart. "MORE! Oh, please... TAKE me!" He wanted it so badly... but he was going to make Megatron WORK for everything he took this time. Starscream tore into Megatron almost as much as the tyrant tore into him, though he never went for the cannon this time. He didn't want any other to know how strongly Megatron reacted to that. "NO ONE can satisfy you like I can, NO ONE. Take your marks, give you agony, give and take... NO ONE! Only me..."

Silently agreeing, Megatron moaned when a extra set of hands started touching him again, rubbing against his sensitive and wound pocked body. Hook and Blackout would NOT be happy… and that was making it all the better, though messing with any medic was far from a smart idea.

Drifter made a sound of fear and another of pleasure when he was added into the mix, rubbing against what ever part he could while moaning. His lover was still watching, their captive moving in a mimic of Starscream as the mech flexed and started wailing at them.

Strongarm moaned, turning to Shellshock only to recoil. He WANTED what Starscream was getting... and Strongarm did not want to please him. "Please... sir- sirs. He'll only ENJOY a slagging... I- I don't want to give him that. Let me join Drifter?" Strongarm didn't realize he had spoken until optics focused on him.

It took nothing more than a glance between Starscream and Megatron, and the Seeker nodded. "Let the slagger watch. Watch and WANT... Join us, Strongarm..." Starscream shook as he said it, invited his attacker to join pleasure. But... this was the way of the Decepticon Army, force and pleasure and solving things in not-entirely 'healthy' manners.

"I'll take care of him later…" Megatron said, abruptly moving so he could tease his bonded's clasps and cockpit, claws exceedingly gentle while touching the area. Ripping it open would have been fun… but he wanted to make the pleasure last, wanted to hear some nice begging before he opened Starscream's chest.

The three prisoners were all getting charged… but Shellshock was the only one who desperately and wildly started begging to be freed and allowed to help. He was in need, willing to say anything and everything he could if it would allow him to touch his leader. Anger at not being appreciated for trying to help and the jealously of Starscream was gone, for that moment all he knew was that Megatron was giving the pleasure and pain he so badly wanted to those who were so terribly unworthy.

Words died as Starscream arched up, slamming his hands into Strongarm and desperately pulling him closer. He wanted someone, anyone, and Strongarm was close and draggable. The Seeker couldn't beg, couldn't think to form words, could only want... want, and blast it through the bond in an instinctive sharing of need.

Strongarm whimpered, Starscream was stronger than he seemed... A glance at Drifter was enough, no-one was paying attention to Shellshock and no-one was going to, and Strongarm and Drifter would help each other quench any need that might not get answered, even if they had to make a show of it. This was still penitence, after all, as enjoyable as it was.

They were ignoring him… ignoring his horrible need! It wasn't fair, wasn't right! How could they?! Shellshock screamed angrily, begging becoming more then frantic. Eventually he stopped screeching and merely moaned and whimpered, trying to draw any attention he could… but it wasn't heeded at all.

Megatron actually enjoyed the show, watching out of the corner of his optics until he focused on the cockpit in front of him, gently tugging the glass from its place. "Beg out loud," he ordered, soothing Starscream through the bond to defend himself from the frantic need as the seeker blasted him. ::You can do it, beg me, please, my little seeker.::

Starscream shrieked again, ::Not fair, not FAIR not fair...:: "PLEASE! Slag you... please, Megatron! T- take me... Let me FEEL... Please!"

Moaning from the sheer level of desire in the room, Strongarm wormed again the two leaders, licking and stroking freely and so honored that he had PERMISSION to do this. Permission to watch, and touch, and answer some private questions, and... "Oh, please sir... take him, claim him... show us just how much he is yours..."

There was temptation to make Starscream calm and beg nicer, but the Decepticon smashed it, instead he slammed his spark down against his lover's. "MINE," he thundered, dropping down to give the seeker a harsh and demanding kiss. And why couldn't he? Megatron had every right to take what he wanted from his bonded… just as said bonded could take back later. "Mine… my little seeker, mine to hurt and care for!" It was less of his orders and threats but… still a show of love.

The sudden fulfillment of his desire left Starscream screeching even louder. Luckily for the audios of all mechs involved, he was soon screaming into Megatron's mouth, hands clawing at the broad silver back. Oh, Primus, how long had it been, how long since his tyrant had driven him to such need? And the need, the possessiveness, Starscream knew this would be one PIT of an overload, it would be amazing, and it would be HIS, given to HIM, because Megatron had chosen him.

Drifter whimpered lowly, drawing away from Megatron and Starscream. It was too... powerful, for him to be a part of, for him to do much more than watch. He found Strongarm doing the same, and they held each other, hands wandering, panting and moaning, and WATCHING.

Shellshock could have shorted himself out with the overload that rocked him from just watching, optics getting a glazed over look as he went limp. He watched them all tiredly afterwards, wounds leaking fluids down his body. "Please… please sir, lord, master… anyone?" It was pathetic he knew, pathetic and degrading and horrible… but so good and unable to be stopped. "Anything, anyone? Please… Primus please…"

Pushing more and more pleasure into the seeker, Megatron moaned and purred, listening to the sounds that were being made by a very broken, beaten Shellshock. Why did he let them off the hook? Why did he not kill them with a single blow? It made no sense! Yet he needed to… after all Starscream had done the same thing to others as these had, although Shellshock… the mech's begging so brokenly and in such need made Megatron smirk, but also plan… oh yes, special plans were needed.

The overload very nearly made Starscream offline, probably would have if he didn't have Megatron's strength to lean on. The sound of soft begging and the feel of his mate plotting were simply things Starscream experienced. ::They've learned... like I did...:: he muttered, and then kissed Megatron harshly, pulling the tyrant closer.

::I know, my little seeker, I know… shall I go take care of the Shelled moron or make him suffer a little more?:: Oh, Megatron wanted to go over and torture, go over and have fun… but he also wanted to make Starscream happy. And as it was Drifter was screaming out his overload, dragging Strongarm for the ride as the Decepticon leader watched and purred.

He carefully slipped out from under Megatron, approaching Drifter and Strongarm. ::He's learned. Take care of him, make the lesson stick. You don't mind if I...:: Starscream trailed off with some suggestive thoughts about the two mechs he was now almost touching. He would share himself, forgive them for what they had done for him and, at the same time, find his own forgiveness.

::Mmm… will do…:: Megatron rose and with a few short steps found himself in front of the near broken mech, lifting his face rather gently. "I take it you learned at least MOST of your lesson?" he asked, derma curling up when he was answered by a whine, legs shakily straitening as he tried to stand.

"I… yes… sir... lord…" His leader was touching him finally, carefully and making sure to not hurt him… at least for the moment. "Please, touch?" Shellshock begged, moaning lightly when he actually WAS, body tense and shaking… "I, I learned my lesson, learned… learned…" Maybe if he kept agreeing, begging… then maybe he could get more of the touch he'd been longing for.

Drifter gave a moan as Starscream crawled towards them. He didn't even need to look at Strongarm to know what to do, opening his arms and letting the Seeker join them. It was almost unbelievable that Starscream WANTED to join them... "What is he DOING to Shellshock, sir?"

"Forgiving him. Just like I have. Just like he had to forgive me... Just like we forgive you. Shut up, don't worry about it. Just..." Starscream fell silent, shivering slightly as he stroked Strongarm. The mech was strong, attractive in his own way, and most importantly, he would NEVER be involved in an attack like that again.

"Be nice, my little seeker, or I'll have to teach you some manners later." Megatron absently shot at his bonded, starting to run fingers along Shellshock's wounds in an almost delicate manner. "So you want my touch, hm… you want it and were willing to destroy those who got it, got my attention… you're so much like Starscream…" It was an admission that he was almost not willing to make, but it needed to be said and so he would say it.

Hope bloomed in the smaller Decepticon's spark and he nodded, keening and pressing against the touch, trying to get more with the subtlety of an inebriated whale. "Need it… want it…" He so needed his leader, needed direction and would do anything asked! Even if he had to PROTECT that waste of space seeker, Shellshock would if he could get any morsel from Megatron…

"I am being nice," Starscream answered. "I could have given no answer." He looked away, found himself looking at Strongarm and debated kissing the mech. In the end he didn't, licking his face instead. ::So very like me... thats why I need you to forgive him.:: This time, when Drifter began to stroke him carefully, Starscream didn't flinch, only reached around to caress him as well.

Not bothering to answer, the Decepticon leader simply smirked at his mate, twisting back to touch Shellshock's face again. "I believe you should thank Starscream, he's part of the reason I've mellowed out and you're not dead… and the reason I'm willing to make you a little deal, something special in addition to what those two got…" It was simple really, the smaller mech would also help spread the word of the bet, but then later he'd help make sure that Starscream was both safe and happy in his absence. And in return Megatron would simply give him what he seemed to need.

Shellshock readily agreed to it all, perhaps he'd grow to like the seeker, or at least tolerate Starscream's treacherous behavior. After all, his trine could stand him, could they not? So why couldn't he at least try? Especially after Megatron's generous offer… when he agreed he was instantly thrown into pleasure, surprised but not at all ready to complain.

There he went, make deals again. Starscream shook his head and nuzzled Strongarm, feeling him reach around to pet Drifter. Honestly, he wasn't sure how far he was going to go with them, but Starscream figured it didn't really matter. Not right now, anyway.

It was almost too easy to bring Shellshock to overload, the mech was so worked up and nearly broken… "Good, good…" the Decepticon leader praised once the smaller mech had wailed and screamed out his overload, claws tracing the wounds again. They were such simple wounds, and the energon from them tasted quite good compared to what Megatron had thought. ::Did you enjoy the show, my little seeker?::

::Yes. I did,:: Starscream answered, slowly standing. He trailed his hands across Drifter and Strongarm while they filled the space he had left, moving to lay in each other's arms. Starscream smiled at them, then approached Shellshock, looking tired. "When you hurt me, you hurt the one you wanted. You see?" He didn't wait for an answer, wouldn't have listened to any answer anyway, reaching out to stroke Shellshock's face. "Autobot ideals really HAVE infected me," Starscream muttered. Louder, he continued, "Either way... you're forgiven." He kissed Shellshock, and only Megatron could hear the whimpering the action caused.

The smaller Decepticon didn't know he had any tension left to drain from him, kissing back without a thought. Having Autobot ideals didn't sound too bad with the way Starscream said it kind of… a little bit. With a sigh Shellshock stood up straight, giving another sigh of relief when Megatron came over to free him, allowing him to rub his sore wrists. "I didn't… I…" He gave up trying to explain his actions, instead going over to Strongarm and Drifter where they lay in a post overload daze. How had things gotten so far? How had they become so good? In truth he didn't know, didn't really care… but it was still weird.

Megatron watched the three mechs only a little bit, focusing on walking over to Starscream and pulling the seeker to him. ::And how about my surprise? Was it what you thought it'd be?:: he asked, gently rubbing a hand against one of the wings that was covered in dried energon. ::Later I want to fix you up and shine you, maybe buff you up too… hmm…::

::It was nothing I thought it would be... but I think it was even better than I might have dreamed,:: Starscream answered, leaning against Megatron. Mm, fixing up, a shine job... Yes, everything really was just perfect, just completely perfect. And now he had a bet to win, and plans to make, and... ::Megatron? I love you.::

::Oh you do, do you? I never could have been able to tell.:: Shellshock was discussing something or other with the other two as Megatron dragged his bonded out, smirking to himself when they were again stared at. "My little seeker, MINE. I love you," he growled huskily, pushing and pulling until Starscream was in their room and on their berth, straddled while a medical kit was held next to him. ::Now let's see… what will make you scream and beg as I fix you up.:: The fun was just beginning…