⭐️ Star 🔞

softened. "Will do."

both down. "There you go, love... Be careful."

"I will be," Starscream assured, shifting to lean on Breakdown. "See you soon."

"See ya." Bulkhead turned, pausing half way. "Take care of him for me in the meantime, Breakdown. Keep him out of trouble."

The former Wrecker tensed but eventually +

smirked from where he still trembled against Bulkhead. "Oh, you're just jealous, Breakdown."

"Jealous?" The blue mech went to protest before realizing Starscream was messing with him. "Sure... Come on, let's get you back to the Nemesis, hm?"

"Fine..."

Bulkhead slowly pulled out, wiping them +

again, softly this time.

Breakdown slowly pulled out, his frame trembling as well. "Damn, Bulkhead... You stuffed his forge full of transfluid-"

"Mm-hm.. best chance to give him a sparkling, after all~..."

Breakdown exhaled shakily, yet a hint of amusement filled him. "Of course."

Starscream +

from his joints.

Breakdown whined, thrusting twice more before he overloaded messily, filling Starscream's aft port with his transfluids.

Starscream panted heavily, thighs trembling at how good he felt. "Primus... That was..."

"Amazing~?" Bulkhead finished for the Seeker. He kissed the mech +

and feeling the way his holes clamped enthusiastically around them.

Starscream unfolded first with a loud cry, only muffled by Bulkhead's glossa in his intake. He sprayed his pleasure all over the green mech.

Bulkhead followed second, burying as deep as possible as he overloaded, steam hissing up+

against his own.

Breakdown groaned, rocking his hips forward. "You trying to breed Starscream, Bulk? Damn..."

"Frag, yes..." The green mech groaned, capturing Starscream's derma against his own.

Both large mechs thrusted enthusiastically into the moaning Seeker, watching his body tremble, +

but nodded.

"Good..."

Breakdown allowed his spike to release, rubbing the flared tip against the back opening. Once he was sure Starscream was ready, he slowly pressed forward, sinking his length deep. Through the thin layer of separating mesh, he could feel Bulkhead's spike rubbing tauntingly +

"Don't ya, sweetspark?"

Starscream nodded enthusiastically, helm lolling back against Breakdown's chest. "And he feels so good~..."

That made Breakdown shudder, his servos guiding Starscream over the large spike. "You had your aft port adjusted?"

Starscream flushed a deep blue at the question, +

rational thought. He placed himself between Starscream and the rock, his servos hungrily tracing the Seeker's body, especially just over his abdomen where he could feel the obvious bulge of Bulkhead's spike.

"Damn, you've stretched him out."

"Takes me like a dream," the green mech groaned. +

praise. "You heard 'im. Now, get over yourself, Breaky. I can see your panel bulging..."

Breakdown's optics widened, baffled, and he quickly scrambled to hide his spike panel. "Would you shut it, scrapheap!?" He glanced away, but the noises lured him in like a siren.

Finally, lust won over +

he squeezed against Bulkhead, claws scratching down his sides. The larger mech growled at the markings, whispering dirty sweet nothings to the Seeker.

The Seeker took a second to gather his thoughts back. "You wouldn't understand- ah... He is an amazing mech..."

Bulkhead grumbled in approval of +

"outrage" with the situation. "You- you- him!? Starscream! I thought you were better than- than- some lug-headed Wrecker!?"

Starscream rolled his optics, though the sarcasm was met with a hiss of pleasure as a particularly deep thrust rocked him against the rock. "Ah! Please, Breakdown- you-" +

vouyering mech. But his hips never slowed, they became more deliberate, thrusts becoming deeper, more claiming. "Hey, Breaky. Long time, no see." He panted, glossa sliding out to lick beneath Star's chin.

Breakdown stumbled over his words, gesturing more than speaking as he expressed his +

oddly dry as he slipped a servo down to cover his own struggling array. Damn this, it wasn't hot! This was- was- betrayal! Right?

Starscream's helm lolled to the side, but his expression froze, going from bliss to startled in seconds. "Ah-!? Breakdown!?"

Bulkhead gaze snapped towards the +

Bulkhead was pressing so close, biting Starscream and leaving those dents between his neck and shoulder plating.

And those larger servos tangled so lovingly and gently around the Seeker's hips, holding him in place as that bulbous head slid back inside the welcoming valve.

Breakdown's intake felt+

giving Breakdown an opticful of the sheer size difference.

The blue mech was rendered speechless, and he fought desperately to stop a flush from forming on his face.

Now was it his first time seeing either of their arrays? No... But seeing them tangled together in pleasure? That was new. +

The former Wrecker blinked, and slowly turned his head around the corner.

There, Bulkhead had the Seeker pinned against a rock, his hips moving in tandem against Starscream's.

"You're so tight, Starscream," the green Autobot purred, large spike sliding out to slap against the Seeker's valve, +

damn Seeker in half if he wanted, and Star just walked out here with him? Did he finally lose his mind?

Breakdown rolled his shoulders, preparing for if Bulkhead was there for a fight. Yet as he closed in on the prints, more noises emerged. Low whispers, muffled growls, and something... Wet?

+

a corner, eyeing the pede tracks. That's when he noticed a second, much larger pair moving alongside Starscream's.

"Bulkhead," the mech growled, pushing off the rock and storming across the flat.

He was pissed, of course it had to be Bulkhead out here with Starscream. That lug could tear that +

Did he ever pass this course of training or was he rusty? It took a bit longer than he would've liked, but he found the trail he needed, following them out between large rock formations.

Now, what was the Seeker doing all the way out here?

Breakdown's optic ridge furrowed, and he slowly turned +

prints instead of one single trail? He was trying to avoid anyone following him.

But Breakdown had plenty of experience with tracking. He had practiced it back on Cybertron, given it was a training course for Wreckers.

His gaze shifted between each trail, and his chewed on his derma plating. +

is a stealth vehicle, but he was trying to avoid behind heard during take off. How... Odd.

The indent of his pedes led deeper into the desert, away from Decepticon claim and into neutral ground. Starscream had to be meeting with someone. And based on how he took the time to leave multiple sets of +

ushering out, leaving a confused Knockout behind him.

"Breakdown-?" The medic called after the former Wrecker, only to be met with no response.

He's gotta stop doing that.

Breakdown glanced around, following the Seeker's trail. He didn't bother to fly? That was odd in itself. Starscream +

on.

So, the mech lingered in medbay, chatting casually with Knockout. The medic was rambling about his paint, and Breakdown listened in earnest.

But he could also hear the subtle click of Starscream's pedes leaving the Nemesis. Breakdown didn't think to dismiss himself, quickly turning and +

How odd is that?

And it was always the next morning, fresh out of the washroom, that Starscream got his paint fixed and plating buffered.

Breakdown glanced away, scratching his chin. He made up his mind; if the Seeker sneaks out again tonight, he was following him. He needed to see what was going+

bothered him.

What if Starscream was planning to deflect? What if he was feeding intel to the enemy?

Primus below, he was overthinking this.

But it was weird. Starscream never snuck out frequently before. He was gone for a few Earth hours at a time and always came back... Limping and disheveled.+

Breakdown had been noticing some... Interesting things as of late. Of course, it wasn't exactly any of his business what the SIC was doing. But, it was concerning. He had been sneaking out recently, more than anyone should.

No one else seemed to notice his absence, but Breakdown noticed. It +

This is something I am absolutely about to devour

Bulkhead/Starscream/Breakdown
Double penetration, cumflation, breeding kink, this Seeker is stuffed like a goddamn turkey, #valveplug

TFP
(Writing in thread)

his optics brighten, and he just sinks into the loving embrace of his partner.

And Knockout, oh, he takes good care of his lovers... Heeheh...