First Time

First Time

 

This was certainly an interesting situation Starscream had gotten himself into. It had started innocently enough with an invite from Megatron to spend the night over at his place to play video games with Lugnut and Shockwave. However, there had been a catch; he had to walk to Megatron's place right in the middle of a blizzard. He HATED the cold! Didn't Megatron have any idea how sensitive his wings were to frigid conditions? Apparently not, and if he did, he probably didn't care. Luckily Megatron didn't live very far from his house, so he was able to make it, though he had to bundle up from wings to pedes.

But upon arriving at Megatron's home, he was in for a nasty surprise. Lugnut and Shockwave, whom he had expected to be there, weren't there at all. Megatron informed him that Lugnut had caught a fuel tank virus, and Shockwave couldn't make it because he was snowed in.

Ohh, he had given Megatron a real piece of his mind for that! He had forced his way through a raging blizzard, nearly freezing his wings off, only to arrive and find out that he was going to be the only one there! The irate Kittycon seeker would had left Megatron's place out of sheer irritation if it hadn't been for the snow; after walking all that way, he hated to go back out into the cold.

So that left him with the only option of staying over and playing video games with just the two of them, playing one-on-one against each other. And he had been kicking Megatron's skidplate too, but before he could deliver the final blow, the slagging power for the entire street went out due to the heavy snowfall. It just wasn't fair! He complained (or rather yelled) loudly for several minutes, therefore living up to his name, until he had calmed down enough to help Megatron set up some candles.

After spending several minutes sharing an awkward silence with the older Kittycon in the dimly lit room, it was then and only then that he began to piece certain things together. If Lugnut really did have a fuel tank virus, as Megatron claimed he did, then why hadn't he informed the older mech about it before? And as for Shockwave, there was no way he could have gotten snowed in. He lived on a slagging hill, for Primus' sake! Something definately fishy was going on, and it had Megatron's name written

all over it.

Then, it finally hit him. The entire thing had been a set-up. Megatron, that no-good, arrogant, insufferable bastard of a Kittycon, had set him up! And he had the absolute gall to sit there, with no discernible expression on his faceplates, while he worked himself into a fine fit of temper, and demanded why Megatron had done all of this. If it had been done just for the sake of pissing him off, then Megatron surely succeeded in accomplishing that.

But beyond his expectations, that wasn't the case at all. Megatron gave him his answer in the form of a short, simple statement, one that robbed him of all powers of speech, and left him wondering if he had heard the older mech right.

Megatron had wanted to be alone with him. Nothing more, nothing less.

The seeker kept imagining that this all had to be some sort of dream, that none of it was real. But he had to banish that thought and realize that this was nothing but pure reality when he found himself with his lips pressed against the larger mech's. This was definitely not a dream...

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So there he was, alone with Megatron on the couch in the semi-dark room, still in the middle of their liplock while the blizzard continued to blow outside unnoticed by either of them. Time seemed to have frozen for the seeker Kittycon, and he felt very reluctant to move from his spot. Megatron, of course, had to ruin that for him.

"Hmmm, I take it you're not mad at me anymore for setting you up, Starscream?" The larger mech murmured against his lips. Starscream scowled against his mouth and drew away from him, narrowing his optics and flicking his ears back in annoyance.

"If you think that I can forgive you for setting me up just because you kissed me, then you're mistaken, Megatron!" Starscream huffed.

"Oh come now, stop acting like such a protoform," Megatron scoffed slightly. "I merely desired your company this evening while my father was away on his business trip, and tricking you like this, well...it was most amusing."

Megatron found himself wishing for the umpteenth time that evening that he had a hologram recorder on his person at that very moment. The way Starscream's face twisted with shock and outrage was simply just too priceless. He allowed himself to grin slightly as the magenta seeker bombarded him with several extremely colorful curse words in his direction, some of which would have made Primus himself flush deeply. He waited until Starscream paused to draw in a much-needed intake before remarking, "You

know, you actually look kind of cute when you get angry like that."

Starscream seemed to swell with fury right before his very optics; he looked fit to explode. But before Starscream could unleash another round of abuse at him, he grabbed the seeker and reeled him back in.

"Starscream, for Spark's sake...just shut up and kiss me," Megatron effectively silenced the other mech with his lips.

"M-Mmmmm....slag you..." Starscream crumbled like a rust stick that had been left soaking in oil sauce for too long, and he went lax against the larger 'Con, his tail curling slightly as he felt Megatron's glossa trail against his bottom lip. He shuttered his optics, just allowing the pleasurable sensation to flicker throughout his entire frame. Truth be told, he was actually starting to enjoy this. Megatron's lips felt so soft, and his chassis felt nice and warm. He could have remained there forever.

He was jolted out of his relaxed state when he felt one of Megatron's hands sneak around his back and start to fondle the edges of his sensitive wings, while the other settled on his hip and started toying with the seams there. With a rather undignified squeak he pushed Megatron away slightly, his face and ear tips burning as he blurted, "W-What...what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Megatron cocked an optic ridge at him. Starscream didn't understand what he meant at first, but several seconds of staring into the older 'Con's optics, it finally clicked. Starscream blushed harder and tried to escape, but he found himself with his back pinned to the couch, and the larger mech practically sitting on his lap. It was apparent that Megatron wasn't about to let him get away.

"W-What...no, what makes you think I want to...with YOU?!" Starscream spluttered, his face practically radiating with heat.

"And why NOT with me, may I ask?" Megatron inquired. "I was under the assumption that you had an attraction to me, Starscream."

The seeker gave no reply to that, save to squirm uncomfortably under the larger Kittycon's scrutinizing stare. That slagger, Primus damn him for backing him into a corner like this! His optics darted left and right as he muttered, "Hmph, I don't think you're worthy enough to be my first..."

"Primus! You're still a virgin?" The briefest flicker of surprise crossed over Megatron's faceplates. Starscream gasped and mentally kicked himself for thoughtlessly blurting out that little fact to the older Kittycon.

"W-What!? No, I meant to say...I don't think you're worthy enough to be an interfacing partner of mine! Yes, that's what I meant to say! I'm not a virgin at all, I lost it years ago!" Starscream trailed away as he locked optics with Megatron, who's expression had once again relapsed into that damnable stoic expression that often (okay, that was a lie, it ALWAYS) drove him up the wall. They stared at each other in utter silence, locked in a battle of wills.

Finally, unable to stand gazing into those crimson optics for any longer, Starscream hissed and bared his dentals, "Okay, so I AM a virgin. There, you happy now? Now get off of me already before you crush my legs, you slagger!"

Megatron did not even attempt to get off of the irate seeker. "Starscream, it doesn't matter to me that you're still a virgin. In fact, I'm rather pleased to hear that," He leaned in closer and laved his glossa along the rim of one of Starscream's kitty ears, smirking when the seeker shuddered and groaned. "It means I would have the special honor of being the first to ever claim you."

"A-Ahhh...and what makes you t-think...I would let you claim me?" Starscream tried to tilt his helm away from that devilish glossa on his sensitive ears. His mouth fell open in a gasp when Megatron's fingers started to caress his cockpit, another sensitive spot on his person.

"Because I know you want me, Starscream. You might be verbally denying it, but I can tell that your body wants me to continue what I'm doing," Megatron replied, his fingers still stroking the smooth glass of the seeker's cockpit. "And besides...we don't have anything else to do, what with the power being out and everything. This would be the perfect way to entertain ourselves."

"Humph! Entertain YOU is more like it," Starscream growled as his face turned a fantastic shade of magenta that almost matched his armor plating. "I'm not interesting in interfacing your ugly aft, so you can forget it!"

"Ahhh...what a charming personality you have, Starscream." Megatron chuckled. "I find it incredibly arousing~" He pressed his larger frame against Starscream's chassis, lowering his helm so he could attack the seeker's neck with kisses and bites.

"A-Ahhh! Fragger! Get off...UUNNNHH!!" Starscream weakly tried to push the bigger 'Con away, to no avail. He bit his lip to contain a groan as Megatron trailed his glossa along a neck seam, shuddering in a deep intake as the older Kittycon nipped him. After a few more feeble attempts to push Megatron off, he eventually gave up and sagged against the couch, soft groans and gasps escaping his vocalizer as his resistance crumbled away. The sensations Megatron was inflicting upon him were clouding his

processor, and besides...it all felt just too damn good for him to keep resisting. Hesitantly, he gripped Megatron's arms and pulled him even closer, moaning when Megatron gave a soft growl of approval and trailed his glossa down to his cockpit, working its way down into the seams to tease the wiring inside. "Uhhnnghh! S-Slagging tease...Ahh!!"

"Oh, do keep your mouth shut and just enjoy this, will you?" Megatron's servos sneaked around behind Starscream to stroke and caress his wings. Starscream arched up with a soft keen, his sensitive wings twitching at Megatron's touch. The gray Kittycon's large servos mapped out the terrain of his wings, becoming familiar with every inch of Starscream's pride and glory.

"A-Ahhh! Careful with those, you fragger!" Starscream hissed and arched his back as Megatron lightly pinched his wingtips. "You're going to dent them!"

"Do stop complaining, Starscream. I'll do no such thing." Megatron chided as he gave the wingtips another pinch, listening to the soft hiss the other mech made in response. "Hmmm...these are really sensitive, aren't they?"

"W-What was your first slaggin' clue, idiot?" Starscream snapped. "If you leave so much as a single scratch on them, I'll---ACK!!" The seeker gave a loud yelp of shock when Megatron suddenly leaned forward and captured a wingtip with his lips, sucking and swirling his glossa around the sensitive metal.

"U-Unnhh! Megatron...aahhhhn!" Starscream groaned and all but melted into the couch as the larger Kittycon continued to suck on his wingtip, treating it as if it were a fine energon candy. A pleasant tingling sensation spread out from his wing and through his entire frame, concentrating especially on his port. The seeker groaned and writhed as the tingling grew more and more intense, and he nearly lost it when he felt Megatron cup his servo against his pelvic armor, stroking the hot metal.

"Mmmmmm, you're so hot down there, Starscream." Megatron cooed, smirking when he felt the smaller mech trembling against his servo. His smirk grew when he felt something warm and fluid start to leak out from the seams in between Starscream's legs. "And you're getting so wet, too."

Starscream's faceplates nearly burned clean off as he attempted to glare at the smirking 'Con. "N-Not my fault, you glitch-head!" He was about to add more to the comment, but when Megatron lifted his servo and lapped at the liquid coating his digits, his irritation fizzled away and was replaced by intense arousal. A soft groan escaped his vocalizer as his port throbbed for attention, and to his slight embarrassment he could feel more lubricant starting to leak from his port, and he crossed his

legs in a vain attempt to hide it from Megatron.

"Now, now...don't try to hide from me, Starscream," Megatron seized his thighs and spread them apart, smirking when the seeker huffed at him. "Open up and let me see what you have hiding underneath that plating of yours."

Starscream's ears flicked backwards as his cheeks burned, and he grumbled, "What if I refuse?" He gulped hard when the bigger mech leered at him in a predatory way and murmured softly, "Then I will make you open up, one way or another...."

Shivering from the threat, Starscream bit his lip and allowed his pelvic armor to slide back, exposing himself to the larger Kittycon. Megatron's optics shifted downwards and settled in between the magenta seeker's legs, taking in what he saw in total silence. His lack of a reaction made Starscream feel nervous, and he snapped, "Well?"

"Interesting... You're an input model instead of an up-link." Megatron replied nonchalantly. "Not surprising, really...considering how much you resemble a femme to begin with."

Oh...he so did NOT just go there! He just crossed the fragging line!

"You...HOW DARE YOU?!" Starscream screeched, making Megatron flick his ears back with a grimace at the high-pitched noise. "I do NOT look like a slaggin' femme! Bastard 'Con, I hate you!" He snapped his legs shut like a vise and turned away from the gray mech, drawing his legs up and wrapping his arms around them as his tail flicked back and forth angrily, going into a silent and furious sulk.

"Why are you getting so offended? I didn't mean it in a bad way, Starscream." Megatron sighed at Starscream's protoformish display of temper. From the incensed look the seeker shot at him from over his shoulder, it was clear the other Kittycon didn't believe him. And knowing Starscream, the other mech wasn't going to let him get anywhere near him again after his little remark. But Megatron knew all of Starscream's weaknessess, one of them being his enormous ego. If he played him the right way, he would have the seeker practically eating out of his servo within the next five cycles.

The older mech scooted closer to the seeker, immediately stopping when the other mech turned around and hissed at him. Smirking, Megatron began laying on the charm with all the expertise he could muster. "Actually, now that I think about it, comparing you to a femme just doesn't do you justice, Starscream. You're far better than any femme." Noting how Starscream's tail stopped its angry flicking and how his ears pricked up slightly, he knew he had the magenta Kittycon's attention, and he continued, "After

all, your body is more finely sculpted than the average femme, with such deliciously sexy hips, and you have legs that a femme would die for. Nice, sleek, sexy legs that seem to go on for miles and miles. The only thing that compare to your legs are your wings. They're so perfect; they're clearly one of your better features."

Megatron resisted the urge to smirk when he saw Starscream's face light up at the admiration he was pouring onto him. The seeker had taken the bait. All that was left was to reel him back in.

"And let's not forget that handsome visage of yours either," Megatron continued silkily, scooting even closer to the smaller Kittycon. "You're far more attractive than most other bots, and they're all jealous that you have so many fine physical qualities."

"Hmm...yes, I must agree with you there, Megatron. I AM quite the catch, aren't I?" Starscream smirked, drinking up all the praise Megatron was so willingly dishing out.

Megatron finally closed the distance between them and pressed up against the other Kittycon, reaching out to fondle one of Starscream's ears, cooing, "And I can't forget that you also possess a sharp intellect and a charming personality as well, Starscream. Along with your gorgeous looks, how can any bot, mech or femme otherwise, hope to compare with you?"

Starscream shuttered his optics halfway and pressed against the gray Kittycon's chassis willingly, all his former hostility for the other mech completely diminished as he purred seductively, "They can't. I am perfection, and I'm flattered that you're the only bot who seems to realize that."

Megatron had to fight hard to contain a gloating smirk as Starscream leaned in to claim his lips in heated kiss, parting his lips to allow the seeker entrance to his mouth. Winning Starscream back over had taken even less time than he had thought. He REALLY was too easy sometimes...

Pulling the magenta Kittycon closer, Megatron devoured the seeker's lips passionately, dipping his servo back down between Starscream's legs. Moaning and panting, Starscream willingly parted his legs and allowed the older 'Con to brush his digits against his exposed port, tensing up as he felt one of the digits push inside his virgin entrance.

"Shhh, just relax," Megatron cooed and nibbled on Starscream's bottom lip. "Let me get you ready."

"H-Hahh...okay," Starscream panted against Megatron's mouth, sucking in a sharp intake as he felt the gray Kittycon's finger slide slowly in and out of his dripping valve. It felt strange, but not unpleasant, and after a short while it started to feel really good, and he rocked his hips in time with the slow, steady thrusts of Megatron's finger. "Mmmmmmm...more~"

The seeker gasped softly when Megatron heeded his pleas and added a second finger, the thick digits stretching his entrance open wider. Patiently he waited for the smaller Kittycon to adjust, and when Starscream nodded for him to continue he resumed moving his digits, shivering at the tight, silky heat encasing his fingers. "Primus, so hot and tight. Mmmmmm...I can't wait to be inside you."

"I--uunnhh--never said anything about letting you go all the way with me," Starscream arched his back with a moaning gasp, hips rocking against Megatron's servo. Megatron chuckled and trailed a wet path along Starscream's neck cables with his glossa, murmuring, "I really don't think you have any say in that matter, my dear seeker."

Before Starscream could protest, he found himself being pulled off the couch and onto the cushion-strewn floor. "W-Why are we doing this on the floor? What's wrong with the couch?" he asked with a puzzled frown. "The couch is much more comfortable."

"That may be, but I don't want to get any lubricant on the couch." Megatron stated, pulling the seeker onto his lap. "My father might see it, and we don't want that, do we?"

Starscream cringed at the thought of Galvatron arriving back home from his business trip and discovering some very suspicious stains on his expensive couch. His reaction to seeing said suspicious stains didn't bear thinking about.

"...Maybe you're right. The floor's definitely safer," Starscream muttered, squirming slightly on Megatron's lap to make himself more comfortable. His intakes hitched when his leaking port brushed against the hot plating covering Megatron's groin, and he couldn't resist rubbing himself against the heated metal, shuddering as the action sent bolts of pleasure shooting through his circuitry. And he wasn't the only one who was feeling the pleasure.

"Nnnghh....slag, that feels good," Megatron panted, turned on both by the visual and physical stimuli the seeker was providing. Unable to bear the throbbing in his codpiece for a moment longer, he leaned back slightly, thus allowing Starscream an uninterrupted view of his protective paneling sliding away, thus freeing his straining arousal.

For several long seconds, all Starscream could do was gawk open-mouthed at the sight of Megatron's exposed cable. The gray Kittycon smirked at him, his expression unbearably smug.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

Starscream blushed from his helm to his pedes, snapped out of his trance by Megatron's words. Not wanting the older mech to see how the sight of his cable had unsettled him, he humphed out, "It's not THAT impressive. I've seen bigger ones than yours..."

Megatron chuckled. "You liar. The look on your face tells me this is the first time you've ever seen another mech's cable."

"HUMPH!!! And how do YOU know that for certain, you fragger?" Starscream retorted.

"Because I know you too well, that's how~" Megatron smirked that smirk that always made the seeker want to throttle him.

"Urgh...sometimes, I really hate you, Megatron..." Starscream grumbled.

The older Kittycon chuckled again and brushed his lips across Starscream's pouty ones, flicking his glossa across them as he replied, "Oh, that may be, but I assure you that you definitely won't hate what I'm about to do to you~"

Before Starscream could think of a smart-mouthed retort to give the gray mech, Megatron took both his arms and wrapped them around his neck. His optics flew wide and his mouth opened in a gasp as he felt the tip of Megatron's cable slide against the entrance of his valve, and he whimpered, "M-Megatron! Oh frag...Primus, p-please..."

Megatron had to exercise every ounce of his self-control to prevent himself from plunging into Starscream's heat. Just feeling the tip of his shaft rubbing against the seeker's slick opening, feeling the lubricant coat his aching girth, was enough to drive him mad. He had to remind himself that Starscream was a virgin, and that he just couldn't slam himself into the smaller mech's body and pound him like a demented jackhammer. He needed to be careful and gentle, but most important of all, he wanted to leave a lasting impression of their first interface together. If he handled this just right, Starscream would beg him to 'face him again and again.

"Tell me that you want it, Starscream. I want to hear you say that you want me," Megatron cooed, stroking his aching cable against Starscream's molten entrance, growling softly with pleasure.

"Nnghh! S-Slag...I--I want it," Starscream whimpered, pushing his hips forward to try and impale himself on the gray 'Con's arousal, whining when Megatron gripped his hips tightly to stop him. "I want it! I want YOU! I want you to be my first! F-Frag! Please...I feel like I'm going to explode. Don't m-make me beg for it, you shaft-sucker. Just do me!"

"Ahhhh, such a charming way with words you have, my needy little seeker~" Megatron chuckled.

Locking his optics with the magenta Kittycon's, Megatron pushed his hips forward slightly, and Starscream gasped roughly as the head of Megatron's cable began to sink into his valve. The large girth stretched and burned him; the rigid metal was so hot that it felt like a branding iron was pushing inside him. He shuddered and whined, gripping Megatron's shoulders as he gasped, "Nnghh! A-Ahhh...so big...oohhh! H-Hurts...Primus! M-Megatron..."

"Shhhhh, just relax," Megatron said soothingly, stroking Starscream's hips and the base of his tail. He gritted his dentals as he pushed himself in another inch, growling, "Slagging Pit, you're so hot and tight! Feels like you're--Ahh!--going to squeeze my cable off."

Slowly, inch by inch, Megatron pushed his cable deeper into Starscream's tight, scorching-hot body, listening to the wanton moans and gasps coming from the seeker. When he was halfway sheathed he stopped, causing the magenta Kittycon to whine piteously.

"D-Don't stop..." Starscream whimpered.

"Say that you want it. Say that you're mine," Megatron demanded. "Tell me that you belong to me."

Starscream moaned, knowing that if he uttered the words Megatron wanted to hear, there would be no turning back. Could he really give himself willingly to the older 'Con, without a struggle? He belonged to NO ONE, Primus damn it all. Curse Megatron for backing him into yet ANOTHER corner; he made a mental note to give the gray 'Con a royal chewing out once this was all over.

But right now, the throbbing ache in his half-filled valve was demanding him to just get it over and done with, so he shoved his (enormous) pride to one side for the time being, and he gritted out, "I--I'm yours."

"Say it louder." Megatron growled, withdrawing from him slightly, making the seeker feel bereft and empty.

"I'm yours! I'M YOURS!!" Starscream wailed, thus sealing his fate.

"Mine..." Megatron breathed, pressing a heated kiss to Starscream's lips before thrusting to the hilt inside him, breaking past the fragile seal that was proof of the seeker's virginity and becoming totally engulfed in tight, soft heat.

"O-Oh Primus!" Starscream keened loudly, wrapping his legs around Megatron's waist and hooking his ankles at the small of his back. Unable to hold back a growl, Megatron buried his face into Starscream's neck, scraping his dentals against the hot plating as he felt Starscream's valve fit itself around his cable and clamped down hard. He found it hard to resist the temptation to shove the seeker onto his back and spread his legs apart so he could pound his cable into that tight, exquisite body. But one

look at the slightly pained expression on Starscream's faceplates was enough to banish that thought from his processor; he doubted the seeker would be able to handle too much in his current state, what with him being a virgin and everything.

Slow and gentle, Megatron told himself. There will be other times when he could get a little rough with the magenta Kittycon. But right now he must be slow and gentle. And with that thought in mind, he waited patiently for Starscream to adjust to the full penetration, stroking his hips and thighs to help him relax.

Gradually, the stinging pain faded away from Starscream's body, and was replaced with a pleasant tingling sensation that spread throughout his pelvic region; he could literally feel Megatron's cable throbbing inside him, and Primus be damned if it didn't feel absolutely wonderful to the seeker Kittycon. Panting softly, he pressed closer to the gray mech, until his cockpit was flush against Megatron's chassis. "I-'I'm ready...please Megatron, I...oh slag I need this..."

"I've been waiting so long for this moment, Starscream. Now you're all mine~" Megatron partially withdrew from Starscream's body, then thrust himself back in.

"O-Oh frag!" Starscream's head jerked back as he clenched around Megatron's girth, loud whimpers escaping his vocalizer as Megatron rocked against him, constantly pushing in and out of his entrance, somehow reaching deeper and deeper inside him with every stroke. "M-Megatron! Oh Primus! Uuuhhhhnnnnn!!"

Megatron gritted his dentals as Starscream's cockpit ground against his chassis, adding to his pleasure. Starscream was so tight...so wet...so fragging hot that he knew he would lose his mind to it. "Nnnghhh...you're mine, Starscream. H-Haahhh...you are mine!"

"Y-Yes! I'm yours! Ahhh! I'm yours!" Starscream whimpered, shuddering slightly as Megatron lapped at his neck seams. "Don't stop...feels so good... Uuhhnnnn! I-It doesn't hurt anymore...you can g-go faster. Mmmmmmmmmm~"

Starscream's wanton moans and pleas were like music to Megatron's ears, and he quickened the tempo slightly. Starscream's shriek of bliss nearly sent him over the edge, as did the tight clenching of his valve around his cable. "Nnnghhh!! You feel so slagging incredible! I could interface you into oblivion and it still wouldn't be enough! Uunnnhhh!"

"Nnnghh! G-Greedy fragger, who said--AHHH!!--I was going to let you 'face me for THAT long? Ooohhhh!" Starscream countered, bucking his hips to meet Megatron's thrusts.

"Mmmmmm!! You know you'd love it if I 'faced you for that long, Starscream," Megatron retaliated, altering the angle of his thrusts slightly, eliciting a howl from the seeker as his cable grazed over a sensitive cluster of wires.

A-AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Fragging glitch...." Starscream panted, bucking sharply as he felt Megatron's servo reach around to fondle his aft.

Megatron grinned breathlessly at the seeker, quickening the pace of his hips even further. "You love me~"

"D-Do not---UUUHHHHNNNNN!!!" Starscream howled like an animal when one of Megatron's digits dipped inside his aft, quickly becoming drenched in his lubricant, thus allowing the bigger Kittycon to slide his finger easily in and out of his rear. One digit became two, and two became three, stretching his port to the limit as Megatron's fingers moved in time with the thrusts of his hips.

"Slag, your aft port is so tight..." Megatron gasped as said port clenched around his thrusting digits. "I wonder how your aft would feel around my cable~"

"NNNGHHHHHH!! D-Dirty fragger...there's no s-slagging way I'm gonna let you anywhere NEAR my aft so you can 'face it!" Starscream writhed against the gray 'Con, secretly getting a thrill from the mental image of Megatron interfacing his aft. The thought of Megatron getting up behind him and pushing that (impressive) cable of his into his tight, pert aft, pounding relentlessly into him, hitting all the right spots...Fragging PIT! Now that was something he wouldn't mind trying in the near

future with the older Kittycon, despite what he had said about not letting him near his posterior. He was contrary in that manner, so to speak.

But right now he was far too busy getting his processor blown by the sensations of having both his interface ports being so wonderfully stimulated by Megatron. The older 'Con definitely knew what he was doing...it made him wonder if he had a previous experience with interfacing before. He made a mental note to ask him about it later; he sure as slag couldn't ask him about it now. The last thing he wanted was to kill the mood right now, thus robbing him of a much-needed overload.

Said overload wasn't too far off now for both mechs, and Starscream writhed and moaned beautifully against Megatron, who in turn panted and growled as he gripped Starscream's thigh with his free servo, increasing the pace of his hips and digits even further.

"Ngghhh! Slag! So close...overload for me, Starscream! I want to watch you let go!" Megatron hissed as he felt Starscream's passage spasm and ripple wildly around his cable. Pushing his fingers even deeper inside the magenta seeker's aft, he kissed the smaller Kittycon roughly, driven partially wild by lust. "MMMMMMMMMMMMM~ Overload for me now, Starscream!"

"Oh slag! UUHHHHNNNNN!!!" Starscream panted into the kiss, bucking his hips back and forth between the digits inside his aft and the cable inside his valve, his voice laden with static as he cried, "Muh--Megatron! Ohhh fraggin' Primus! MEGATRON!!" He dragged his clawed fingers across Megatron's back, and his overload roared to life when Megatron's fingers curled inside his aft, hitting a sensor that had previously been untouched. "A-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MEGATROOOOOOOOOOOON!!!"

"FRAG! FRAGGING PIT!!!" Megatron bellowed as both of Starscream's ports clenched around him, and he overloaded violently, flooding Starscream's passage with a staggering amount of lubricant, still thrusting wildly into the seeker to prolong their overloads.

Writhing and wailing, screaming and cursing, bucking and howling and totally not giving a flying frag if the entire neighborhood heard them, they both held onto their overloads for as long as possible, before finally collapsing on the cushion-strewn floor, cycling cool air rapidly into their overheated bodies as condensation dripped from their scalding frames. Starscream lay sprawled out on top of Megatron, lips parted as he sucked in air greedily, still shivering from the intensity of his overload.

Megatron welcomed the warm, familiar weight, wrapping an arm lazily around Starscream's lithe waist, holding him close as their heavy breathing filled the room, slowly quieting as they relaxed against each other.

"H-Hahhhh...oh Primus, Megatron....that was....how can I say this....WONDERFUL~" Starscream murmured, gasping softly as Megatron stroked one of his wings gently. He felt so warm and content, laying in Megatron's arms like this, with his port tingling pleasantly, he could have drifted off into recharge right there. But, as always...Megatron had to ruin it for him.

"Mmmmm~ And to think you were so reluctant in the beginning, Starscream." Megatron replied, earning an optic roll from the seeker.

"Oh shut up just be grateful that decided to go along with it," Starcream grumbled. Then, remembering that he had wanted to ask Megatron as to how he was so slagging good at interfacing, he popped the question, quite bluntly, "How in the name of Primus did you know how to do...all of that?"

"Heh...wouldn't you like to know~" Megatron smirked, earning yet another optic roll from Starscream.

"Yes I would, you pompous slag-heap..." The smaller Kittycon muttered. "For all I know, you could've 'faced dozens of other bots before me, you dirty fragger."

"Don't get so riled up, for Spark's sake." Megatron rolled his own optics. "For your information, I happened to learn this stuff from looking at some of those data-pads that my father has that have pornography downloaded on them."

"...Your dad has a porn collection? Eeyurk, I so did not need to know that...." Starscream cringed. "Dare I ask what sort of porn your dad has?"

"All kinds," Megatron shrugged. "He's got a lot of femme on femme ones, some mech on femme ones, and quite a few mech on mech ones. Frag, some of those positions those bots were in were enough to make Primus himself have an orgasm. There was this one that had this femme in a chair, her legs spread wide so you could see everything, and she had two mechs with her, and one of them was performing cunnilingus on her port, and the other mech was by her helm, and she had his cable in her---"

"GAH!!! What the frag are you telling me this for?! I don't want to know what they were doing!!!" Starscream practically blushed purple. "And...and...what the FRAG is cunnilingus anyway?!"

"You don't know? That's the art of oral interfacing." Megatron replied, causing Starscream to give him a deadpan stare.

"So, that mech was..."

"Yes."

"To that femme's..."

"Yes."

"With his glossa..."

"Exactly."

"On her..."

"Mm-hmm."

".....Oh slag, that mental image has been burned into my CPU forever...." Starscream groaned and held his head with both hands.

Megatron scoffed and rolled his optics. "Don't be such a sparkling, Starscream. Oral interfacing sounds pretty slagging good, in my honest opinion. Actually, I've always wanted to give oral interfacing a try. In fact, why don't I try it on you right now~" he leered, causing Starscream to hastily scoot off of the larger mech's body.

"W-WHAT?!" Starscream spluttered as his faceplates turned bright red, and he shot Megatron a dirty look. "Are you glitched?! No way! One processor-shattering overload is enough for one night, so you can forget it!"

"Awww, don't be like that, Starscream." Megatron cooed. "I promise I'll make you feel really good if you let me have a taste of that hot little port of yours~"

"No means no, you slagger!" Starscream's blush deepened, and it didn't help that he was suddenly bombarded by the mental image of the gray Kittycon with his helm between his spread legs, hands on his thighs as he delved his glossa inside his port, swirling and thrusting and--SLAGGIT NOW HE WAS TURNED ON AGAIN! THANKS A LOT, MEGA-FRAGGER!

"Awww, what's the matter Starscream? You're looking all hot and bothered," Megatron's faceplates broke out into a slag-eating grin. "I didn't have something to do with it, did I?"

"As a matter of fact, you <i>DID</i> you slag-sucker! Now frag off, before I claw your optics out!" Starscream hissed and scooted further away as Megatron crawled up to him.

"Come now, don't be like that. Why don't I tend to you and---OW!!!" Megatron winced as Starscream belted him a good one right in the jaw. He frowned at the irate seeker, muttering as he rubbed his cheek, "Now that wasn't very nice."

Starscream gave him a look that would have split a mountain made of solid steel in two. "You'll get another one just like it if you even THINK of coming near me again, Megatron! Goodnight!" And without further ado, the seeker flopped over onto his side, both arms folded over his chassis as he settled down to go into recharge.

Megatron sighed and rolled his optics. Honest to Primus, Starscream could be such a brat sometimes. Oh well, knowing him he'd come crawling back on servos and knees, which usually didn't take very long. And besides, he was feeling too pleasantly drained from his overload to make too much of an issue about it. So he shrugged and stretched lazily before settling to lie down, spooning the smaller seeker. Starscream tensed up when he felt Megatron's chassis on his back, and he was about to open his

mouth to make an angry remark, but Megatron did nothing more than just wrap an arm around his waist, holding him gently.

"Mmmmmm....goodnight, Starscream~" Megatron pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, and the seeker's irritation melted at the soft pressure and at the feel of the gray Kittycon's warm lips against his metal skin.

".......Night, Megatron." Starscream murmured, snuggling back against the older Kittycon.

Together they both drifted off into a quiet recharge, unaware that the blizzard had died down and the snow was now falling down gently outside, carpeting the world in soft white flakes. For once, the two Kittycons, along with the rest of the world, was at peace.

END