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Knock Out moaned, not caring that his helm kept clinking against Starscream’s. “Thank you, Megatron. You’re so thoughtful.”
Starscream rolled his optics, but didn’t say anything disparaging. He just kept licking the other side of Megatron’s valve.
Large servos held Megatron’s hips. Breakdown felt condensation dripping off his frame against his leader. His spike throbbed deep inside. “So fragging tight. I’m gonna overload already.”
“Don’t you dare,” Megatron groaned, arching with his valve swelling impossibly full. He wanted to have his fun, before Breakdown couldn’t handle it anymore.
Knock Out nipped at Megatron’s valve, watching the hips naturally thrust. “How sweet. You two get along so well.”
Starscream shouted, Breakdown letting go of Megatron to begin feeling him up. Knock Out wasn’t far behind, but he hid the pleasure better.
Breakdown dipped his fingers along exposed valves. “I didn’t even get to do this when I was a Combiner.”
“Shut up,” Starscream snapped, whining at being slapped over the valve. “Master, are you going to let him treat me that way?”
“I couldn’t care less what happens to you, just as long… as I overload.” Megatron’s plating started to lift, airing out his hot insides. “Faster, Breakdown. I barely feel it,” he lied, valve stretched open.
Breakdown moved to press Megatron fully into the berth. “Guess I have to give you my full attention.”
Knock Out moved behind Breakdown. He lapped at the valve panel, feelin the gush of air from opening so quickly. “Such a naughty mech. Is this all for me?”
“You can have it.” Starscream tried to get Megatron to suck his spike. Instead, he felt sharp fingers holding his thighs open. “Don’t you want me, Megatron?”
Laughing darkly, Megatron shoved two fingers up into Starscream’s valve. He could barely think with both ends pleasured. All he knew was he wanted wailing from his subordinates.
Knock Out licked Breakdown’s valve. Whenever he sucked the exterior node, Breakdown thrust much harder. “Trying to get away from me? I’m hurt.”
Starscream scooted over Megatron’s faceplate, once Breakdown had moved back. “You will take my spike.”
“Oh, will I?” Megatron grabbed skinny hips. “So be it. Give me your little stick.”
Flushing, Starscream cried out when he faced his master. His spike dipped downwards, engulfed in heated throat. “Be gentle,” he blurted, acting even more foolish. Losing his edge.
Leaning forward, Starscream tried to kiss Breakdown. Instead, large fingers slid down his intake. Forcing his jaw wider.
“You think I’m kissing you? I’ve seen what you’ve done with Insecticons, ugly.” Breakdown cackled at Starscream, using his other servo to reach back to massage Knock Out’s helm. “Now these two do something for me. You’re just some tagalong freak.”
Being talked down to shouldn’t excite Starscream. He overloaded, expanding Megatron’s throat cabling. “I can’t stop it,” he said in a muffled voice, the fingers just sliding around.
Megatron eventually had to sit up, forcing Starscream to lay up against Breakdown’s crotch. “Disgusting Seeker!” He spat the load over Starscream’s valve, letting it congeal there. “You’ll face punishment for that.”
Knock Out pulled away, slime sticking to his chin. “Oh, my… Am I allowed a chance to spike him?”
“Do what you wish.” Megatron scooted away, needing a break. His back strut felt twisted.
Breakdown held Starscream’s helm down with both servos over his spike. Knock Out stood up on the berth to grab the other end, keeping Starscream at a similar upward angle.
Air pockets made Starscream’s throat gurgle, spurts of overload continuing to flood his senses. Breakdown sighed in pleasure, crunching the antenna carelessly.
Knock Out slammed inside him, spike throbbing. “I can see the outline of my spike. He’s so frail, and helpless.”
Starscream whimpered, his spike drooling onto the berth. He was being used on his master’s berth! His optics crossed, unable to fully comprehend his luck.
“He can’t be that good. He hasn’t been tight in many eons.” Megatron got up off the berth, looking down at his dirty chassis.
“Doesn’t matter. He can take it. That’s good enough for me.” Breakdown let go of Starscream, once he felt his transfluid wires empty.
Starscream weakly shook, Knock Out causing a transfluid bump to form in his stomach. His legs waved, wondering if he would be dropped.
Knock Out instead pulled Starscream up against his chassis. The heel thrusters slipped in the mess. “I feel so loved.”
“I know. You look so beautiful like this.” Rubbing Starscream’s chassis bump, Knock Out kissed a tear-covered cheek. “I want to make you even more full.”
“More full than Megatron?” Starscream croaked, grabbing Knock Out’s forearms.
“Certainly. I want to see how long it takes until you’re just babbling.” Licking Starscream’s helm, Knock Out nuzzled there.
Knock Out lasted the longest out of all of them. Starscream had no hope of defeating a medic; they were created to be interfacing menaces.