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Windblade needed this.
It was one of those afternoons when…it seemed peaceful—a blissful illusion that Windblade was okay with indulging in as she watched the sunset on the horizon on Cybertron. Windblade stood on her pedes and let herself fall off a tall building for a moment, just free-falling. She then transformed, doing a large loop before shooting off towards the sunset. Sometimes she needed to fly without a particular goal or reason. All fliers did. It was in their very nature as sky-bound bots.
By the time she was back in Iacon, it was dark. She zipped along, seeing the lights shining below like stars across the night sky. She heard the faint sound of an engine from behind her, ignoring it for the time being until it got increasingly louder. Looking to her left, she spotted a rather large red jet.
Starscream?
Windblade flew to the left; her wings spread wide as she let the wind take her away from the buildings, the second jet following closely. It flew under her, then over, doing a corkscrew around her before flying ahead. Not one to be left behind, Windblade picked up her speed, flying after the jet that left her behind. Windblade wasn’t entirely ignorant of seeker culture despite being cut off from Cybertron for millions of years. She knew the other jet was trying to get her attention with elaborate maneuvers; she just had a minuscule hope that Starscream was trying to impress her. She had doubts, as Starscream only cared about himself and his ambition. Why go out of his way to impress another?
Why go out of his way to impress her?
She recalled being interrogated by Rattrap, trying to choke out Starscream, which backfired when he kneed her in the mid-section. Or his not-so-subtle threat when he came to see her in medical after the bomb went off, killing three innocents.
Yeah…Starscream wasn’t exactly known for being courteous or having a nice streak, let alone any intentions of initiating a courting ritual.
Windblade dipped and went straight up towards the dark sky. Beside her, the other jet flew upright with her, their undersides barely touching with the frigid atmosphere between them.
Only one way to tell… Windblade thought as adrenaline flooded her fuel lines, waiting for the perfect moment.
She suddenly transformed, letting out a yell of giddy surprise as she plummeted to the ground below. For a nanoklik, she thought she heard another voice, but surely enough, it was Starscream falling right alongside her. He didn’t look as enthused; he seemed rather annoyed. Windblade reached out for his servo, surprise flickering in her ice-blue optics as Starscream took it, tugging her closer to him. He grasped her tightly, maneuvering them so that they were falling helm-first. Windblade instinctively held on tighter, the edges of Starscream’s dermas lifting into a sardonic smirk at Windblade’s yelp.
Windblade pulled herself against the wind, wrapping her arms around Starscream’s neck and helm, looking down and seeing the ground rapidly approaching. She gripped harder, not enjoying how Starscream’s mouth was now entirely curved into a knowing smirk as they started getting dangerously close to the ground.
“S-star…” Windblade started; it was a game at first, but now what?
Starscream suddenly pushed her away, initiating a transformation. Windblade followed suit, catching the wind as they flew up again, flying off.
Starscream led them to a rooftop near one of the government buildings, usually where he worked in Iacon. They transformed and landed on the roof. Having enough adrenaline rushes for the night, Windblade stayed more in the centre of the unbarred rooftop while staying clear of the ledge.
Now what?
Silence blanketed the two bots, not uncomfortably, but Windblade felt the need to say something.
Anything!
She tentatively stepped towards him, watching as Starscream kept his back towards her, large wings spread wide. The sun was beginning to rise, the sky still dark but slowly turning a dark blue. She didn’t like that he ignored her or at least did not acknowledge her presence. A simple flight quickly changed into something more intimate regarding fliers. To anyone else, it would have appeared to be two jets simply going for a flight.
But not them. Not this.
Windblade was more than familiar with courting rituals and flying dances meant to attract a mate, but she doubted that was Starscream’s intention. She couldn’t deny that his joining her on her flight made her spark flutter, but it wasn’t right of her to get too ahead of herself. Or fair to her spark.
Windblade opened her intake to get his attention, but Starscream jumped off the roof and flew away, leaving her alone on the rooftop.
“Starscream…” Windblade whispered, watching the red jet fly off into the dawn.
Later that evening, Nautica invited Windblade to join her, Chromia, potentially Ironhide, and potentially Starscream at Maccadam’s. When Windblade heard Nautica mention Starscream, her wingtips perked up despite trying not to make it evident that hearing his name was able to invoke some reaction from her. Windblade hadn’t seen Starscream since the night prior, apparently doing his best to stay out of her sight.
Nautica giggled and began teasing Windblade, stopping only by the arrival of Chromia and Ironhide. Nautica almost cackled at seeing Windblade’s wings now do the opposite and droop in disappointment at the lack of Starscream. She turned and glared at Nautica, who did not stop laughing and started laughing harder.
“What’s so funny?” Chromia commented, noting Windblade’s apparent annoyance and Nautica teasing her.
“Windblade is just sad because we’re lacking a certain individual.”
“Nautica!” Windblade hissed out, servos clenched into fists and ready to give her a piece of her mind. Chromia looked at Ironhide, the two sharing a look and not commenting. Windblade’s pale cheeks darkened with embarrassment as they sat at a table.
It was awkwardly silent until a waiter came by to take their order, oblivious to the atmosphere as the mech came and went. As soon as the mech left, Nautica shot to her pedes, servos waving in the air. Windblade looked in the direction Nautica was waving to, and surely enough…
“Starscream! Over here!”
Chromia looked to Windblade, who was now shifting on her chair, her wingtips again twitching anxiously. She leaned over to Windblade, “Is there something I’m missing here?” She whispered, skeptical that her best friend was keeping information like this from her. Windblade gave Chromia a look; “Nothing happened, Chromia. I’d tell you otherwise.”
Chromia sat straight in her chair again, not believing a word of it. “You look like a sparkling on her first date,” she called out, not so discreetly either. Ironhide coughed behind a giant fist. Chromia looked up at him and saw that Starscream was already sitting between himself and Nautica across from Windblade and Chromia.
Windblade stared at a stain on the table as conversation began to flow around her. She felt so put on the spot, especially after last night. They hadn’t spoken since then, and a giant question mark was floating over her head, looking up as their drinks were placed on the table. She smiled lightly in thanks, taking the thin glass between her servos and bringing it to her intake. Just as the liquid was about to pour into her intake, she spotted Starscream looking at her—more than looking at her, more like staring.
She watched as his gaze flickered over her once and then again. Every time his optics moved, it was as if her skin was being branded. It was taking a lot of effort not to show how much his gaze was genuinely getting to her. He was the one who flew off without saying anything to her. Why was he now staring at her with such searing heat?
Windblade took a small swig of her engex, deciding to mech watch before she melted into a puddle of transfluid, seeing mechs and femmes from all walks of life come down to Maccadam’s. Maccadam’s was always the place that brought everyone together, regardless of affiliation. It was nice to see, contrasting to the constant strife across Cybertron.
Nautica rose from her seat, waving at other mechs with whom she was familiar. The group walked over to the table, Nautica turning to greet them, leaving Chromia and Ironhide conversing, and then Windblade and Starscream. She gave him a small, awkward half-smile, feeling suddenly very bashful.
Starscream rose from his seat to move into Nautica’s abandoned seat beside Windblade. He turned on the chair to partially face Windblade, bringing his face close to her audial so she could hear him over all the voices around them.
“I’m…sorry for suddenly leaving you on the roof. I…I wasn’t sure of what to do after that.”
Windblade’s optics blinked, shocked that he had come out and apologized alone. But his apology was misplaced, and Windblade sensed that he may have offended her.
“There’s no need to apologize. Although, I don’t like being snuck up like that!” Windblade tried to lighten the mood with some banter. However, she didn’t expect his gaze to become an entirely different beast.
Starscream didn’t reply immediately, realizing he was borderline leering at Windblade before looking away. It was silent between them, Nautica’s loud laughter behind them. Windblade looked across the table, watching Chromia and Ironhide in a deep discussion in their little world. Windblade wished she had something like that, where the other captured your attention so thoroughly.
Well.
She did have that, but it was nowhere near being conjuxed as Chromia and Ironhide were. She was happy for them.
Windblade looked at Starscream from the corner of her optic. She didn’t know where they stood. She wanted to ask but was afraid of being brushed off or ridiculed as Starscream liked to do to essentially everyone regularly.
A lot has changed since they first met. They have long past the initial intense distrust and dislike for one another to an amicable camaraderie, with some unknown tension growing underneath that neither wanted to address.
When would it be addressed? When it was so close to the surface and then just exploded?
Windblade downed the rest of her drink after that thought. If this were the path she would take tonight, she needed some engex in her lines.
“Starscream?”
Said mech, looking back at Windblade with a questioning look in his red optics. Wary but curious. He then rested his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his servo as he leaned into Windblade. She sucked in a silent, startled gasp as his face came mere inches from hers.
“But what if being snuck up on is part of the game? It certainly looked like you enjoyed it in the moment.”
Windblade was at a loss for words, not expecting him to change course like this suddenly. His optics were molten, staring into hers as if he were peering right into her spark. He wasn’t wrong either in his claim; she felt he knew it too.
“If I even had to wager a guess…”
Windblade’s wings fluttered, not going unnoticed by Starscream. His optics briefly went to her wings before returning to Windblade’s face. Windblade suddenly felt like lava was flowing through her lines, scorching her frame as she intently watched his every move. The world faded away, leaving them in their little bubble.
Windblade gasped, louder this time, as she felt Starscream’s dermas brush against her audial, a conniving and knowing smirk plastered on his lip plates.
“You enjoyed it.”
Oh, sweet Primus, he wasn’t wrong about that either. And he had to be aware of the effect that he was having on her. It was such typical Starscream behaviour. But Windblade wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge. Maybe she could play along a little with this intimidating game Starscream had started and turned it into a game of cowardice.
Starscream was very good at that kind of game.
Windblade let a mischievous smile spread across her dermas, ice blue optics returning the intensifying gaze. She scooted closer on her stool, her bicep gently resting against his, optics flickering from their touching arms to his face.
“If I had to wager a guess, you enjoyed chasing after me.”
Windblade raised an optic ridge, waiting for his reply. Her smile broadened, and she giggled briefly before giving them some distance again while her wings fluttered anxiously.
“Windblade! Starscream! Come on, we’re going!”
Windblade looked at Nautica, Chromia, and Ironhide standing near the exit. Chromia was pinching the bridge of her olfactory, and Ironhide was looking away sheepishly. Windblade waved them off, “I think we’ll stay here for a little. Go on ahead.”
“I told you, idiot,” Chromia muttered, Nautica laughing as they turned and left Maccadam’s. Windblade looked back to Starscream, who was watching her amusingly. Windblade had to resist the urge to roll her optics when Starscream wasn’t ranting or raving about one thing or another, and he had this perpetually cocky look on his face.
It was annoying.
But damn it all to Kaon and back if it wasn’t attractive to look at. Even in the earliest days of their so-called alliance, there was an abnormal pull to each other. Starscream would have to be utterly clueless to say he didn’t notice it. But with this right now, she knew now he saw it too. And he wasn’t shying away from it either, amazingly. With so few seekers left, it was almost a given that they’d have a natural draw to each other.
“So tell me…Windblade of Caminus. What if I enjoyed chasing you? What will you do next?”
He raised a valid question. But what brought on this sudden change of attitude? Was it because she was being receptive to his actions?
“Hm.” Windblade put a digit to her intake, pretending to think long and hard about a reply.
“Follow me,” Windblade said, rising to her pedes. She dropped a few shanix on the table, not waiting for Starscream. As she walked towards the exit, a mischievous look was on her faceplate, and she glanced over her shoulder at him.
Starscream rose to his pedes, moving to follow her out the door, trying not to ogle her pert aft on the way out.
Windblade led them to an opening just outside the city. Starscream recognized it as part of an old training ground for fliers. Windblade didn’t say anything at first, looking at the darkening sky again.
Okay, if we’re going to do this, it’s now or never.
“Catch me if you can!”
Starscream’s optics widened, bright like solar flares, as Windblade gave him a playful grin and transformed, flying into the sky once again.
Windblade had seconds of shooting herself into the sky before she heard the familiar jet engine roaring behind her. Did it sound louder, too?
Starscream flew under her, then over her, flipping so his belly was under hers as the sky was swallowed by the night. Windblade felt giddy, adrenaline flowing through her frame as she darted ahead. She knew now that Starscream was making his intentions known; it was evident in how he flew. She twirled, flying around each other before coming to a significant open ground not touched by any infrastructure. Starscream transformed back first before Windblade did shortly after and flew right into him, sending them sprawling to the ground.
“You…could have landed first,” Starscream muttered, wings uncomfortably flat on the ground. Windblade instantly moved off, sitting on his thighs as he sat up. He fluttered his wings, stabilizing them before giving Windblade a light glare.
“You ruined my paint.”
Windblade laughed, trying to smother it by covering her dermas with her servo. “That’s really what you’re worried about?” She shifted on his thighs, giving him another coy stare as Starscream looked at his arms, glaring at the chipped paint. Windblade took his arm into her servo, running it gently along the expanse of his arm.
“Are you actually that concerned about that? I’m right here, you know.” Windblade almost had a pouty look spread across her dermas; to Starscream, it was incredibly adorable.
Well, aren’t you cute?
Windblade let out a startled yelp, Starscream’s arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her against his chassis. Her servos were sandwiched between her chest and his chassis, and her optics rose to meet his.
“Believe me, I know you’re right here.” Both of Starscream’s servos reached behind her, finally grasping her aft in his servos as he pulled her flush against his chassis. Windblade let out a quiet mewl, feeling her plating rub against Starscream. Her servos crept up to wrap around his helm, bringing his faceplate to hers and kissing him.
Windblade felt like her body was running on auto, a complete lack of control in her frame as her arms wound tighter around Starscream’s helm, their kiss quickly becoming heated and messy. Windblade parted, but only briefly, as Starscream took her dermas once again.
“I…. uh ….ah!” Windblade groaned between kisses, Starscream giving her no quarter as she was kissed senseless. It was as if light years of tension were bubbling over into this very moment. Suddenly, Starscream took Windblade by her hips, bringing her down onto his panel again. Her helm tilted back, ripping away from the kiss as she let out a breathy moan.
“If I knew that you made such lovely sounds…” Starscream grit out, reaching down with a servos to feel just how heated her plating was, before deciding to roll them over, watching to make sure Windblade was on her wings comfortably.
“Open.”
Windblade was never so quick to comply.
Just hearing Starscream’s reaction to seeing her now exposed valve caused more lubricant to seep from her valve, arousal beyond apparent. Windblade couldn’t recall a time in her life feeling this strung up. It felt like she was on fire, a heat so searing that it would swallow her whole.
So focused on the sensation of feeling Starscream’s servos wandering her body, along with her optics peering up at the sky, Windblade didn’t make the connection of Starscream adjusting himself between her legs and sealing his dermas directly to her valve.
Windblade’s optics widened as she let out a plea, hands shooting down to grasp at the sides of Starscream’s helm. This was spinning wildly out of control rapidly fast, like water pouring out of a glass, and she felt so out of control and… and…
Windblade’s thighs began trembling, her intake acting on its own, releasing more noises and pleas from between her dermas that grew in volume as the seconds stretched on.
“Oh, Primus…” Windblade stretched her leg out, her pede moving so it was situated between Starscream’s wings on his spine as she wiggled her aft closer, and as a result, her valve pressed more firmly against Starscream’s intake and facial plating. As soon as she did, a long swipe from her aft to node had her shuddering, and then Starscream’s dermas sealed to her node again, her spinal strut arching. Windblade’s intake opened in a silent scream, her frame in a full-on tremble as she experienced the most intense overload in her entire functioning.
As her overload gradually began to ebb away, she looked down and felt herself lubricating all over again at what she saw.
Starscream’s face was covered in her fluids, optics hooded and dimmed to a smouldering red as he stared up at her from between her legs.
Windblade always liked red, but now…she really, really liked red.
Starscream made his way up Windblade’s frame, leaving kisses as he went until he was face-to-face with her again. Her face was coloured from overheating and exhaustion, and Starscream couldn’t think of anything more endearing.
“That sounded fun,” Starscream remarked snarkily, Windblade’s face plates darkening even further as she heard the snnk of Starscream’s panel opening, revealing a very appealing and modified spike. Windblade found herself gawking, and she honestly didn’t care because she was horny, and who was she to refuse such a delicious-looking thing?
Windblade’s servos reached down towards his spike, guiding it to her valve. Spotting the frenum piercing nestled underneath the head of his spike, Windblade quickly started to feel like she never even overloaded to begin with. Her thumb began fiddling with the piercing, and she enjoyed the hiss coming from Starscream as she fiddled with the metal balls.
“Never seen a mod before?”
“Not quite like this…” She murmured, wondering but knowing how this would feel inside her—reaching all her nodes that normally couldn’t be reached. Just looking at it made her feel incredibly filthy but in the best way possible.
That was about to be inside of her.
“What could you possibly think of in a time like this, Windblade?”
Windblade’s optics met crimson, and she noted the darkened optics hungrily staring at her possessively. Windblade stared back, trying to put on the most coy expression she could muster. He didn’t like the aspect of her berthing with another. She gently squeezed his spike, words escaping her intake before she thought them through.
“Just…how good this is going to feel…”
Windblade didn’t realize what she said until it was too late, her free servos slapping over her intake at hearing Starscream’s bark of laughter.
“No need to think any further, little bird.”
With that, he slid his spike into Windblade’s valve, and intake dropped open as his spike was overtaken by slick warmth. He didn’t move momentarily, looking down at Windblade, who was also overtaken by the sheer pleasure and feeling of being so deliciously full. Starscream ran his servos along her sides, to the fullness of her hips, all the way until his hands grasped under her thighs and pulled her onto his lap. Windblade lifted herself so she was straddling his thighs, still speared whole by Starscream’s spike.
She could feel the piercing nestled against interior nodes on this angle, prodding and rubbing. Windblade’s arms shot up to wrap themselves around Starscream’s helm as he drew back, slowly thrusting at first. Windblade was not expecting this entire ordeal to end this way, nor did she expect Starscream to be such an attentive lover despite his selfishness. Her knees dug into the hard dirt below them, uncaring at this point as she began to meet Starscream’s thrusts, with her hips grinding down, resulting in numerous moans and grunts coming from both. Windblade felt her second overload coming on a lot more quickly than the first, wings fluttering along with Starscream’s hands, who were now gently but firmly rubbing the bottoms of her wings.
“S-Star…” Windblade started, being cut off once again as his thrusts intensified. She knew there’d be scuffed paint and paint transfers between them, and she couldn’t bring herself to care even for a nanoklik. Let them know. Let them see. If this is what she got for it, she’ll gladly do it all over again in a sparkbeat.
Starscream’s intake nibbled at cables along her neck, turning into heated, wet kisses along her jawline.
“Where have I heard that before?” He murmured breathlessly, also feeling his oncoming overload. His thighs were drenched with Windblade’s fluids, evidence that she was more than just simply enjoying their encounter. His red optics looked up to Windblade, whose optics were offline, helm tilted back with her intake open. Seconds passed, and she began shaking, and as those seconds passed, she let out what sounded like a half-pleasure, half-pained cry. Following suit, Starscream grit his dentas together, trying to minimize the sounds escaping from his intake as much as possible, but with the way Windblade’s valve clenched down on him like a vice…
It was just too damn much.
Windblade came to, slowly but surely, not sure how long she offlined for. They were still in the middle of the abandoned field, a light sheen of condensation coating their frames from the cooler temperatures outside.
“Welcome back.”
Windblade’s optics looked to Starscream, who was sitting on his aft. She had collapsed on him apparently and blue-screened right in his lap. At some point, he rested her between his legs and waited until she came to.
Windblade shifted, slowly bringing herself to her knees to inspect herself. The fronts of her thighs were mangled, with scratches, dents, and red paint transfers. She smiled faintly, running her servos along the marks. She almost didn’t want them to vanish. Her panel was now closed, but the evidence was all over the insides of her thighs and marks along her now closed panel, wet and sticky.
She shyly looked up to Starscream, who, in return, gave her an amused glance with a crooked grin.
“You need to get cleaned up.” He remarked, causing her to roll her optics. Windblade still wasn’t exactly sure of where they stood, but they had made progress since two days ago. She couldn’t keep a straight face, covering her dermas with her servos as she hid her giggle while Starscream rose to his pedes, helping her to her own.
Windblade got what she needed.