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TFA Fic: Collecting Data

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Title: Collecting Data
Pairing: Perceptor/Starscream; slight Perceptor/Blackout; mentioned Perceptor/Other
Rating for cut version: R
Warnings for cut version: AU, crack!, size kink, slash, squick
Summary: How was Decepticon coding obtained to create the Jet Twins? Here's an implausible example.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Fluffycthulhu gave me the idea to use a 'knot' as part of Decepticon/Seeker anatomy.


Perceptor tapped his fingers on a glass of energon, sitting on a barstool and gazing over his surroundings. He had accepted a mission to journey to a Neutral planet and stake out a bar frequented by Decepticons. The Autobot Council wanted Decepticon coding to create a flying Autobot, but they had failed to capture a worthy Decepticon to seize the coding despite a raging war between the factions. Due to a treaty with the Neutrals, they wouldn't be able to arrest Decepticons on Neutral territory and the same was expected of Decepticons, so he could sit in the bar with his symbol bared without fear of being attacked. That only left one other, unconventional, method of obtaining the coding: interfacing. Lubricant contained coding, and if he could manage to collect enough, the Autobot Council would have their flying soldiers.

Now the only problem was finding the right Decepticon. The bar was packed with plenty of choices, but he was nervous. Most of the 'Cons were huge, covered in grime, or had a malicious look to them. He had backup consisting of Sentinel Prime, Rodimus Prime, Jazz, and several subordinates hiding throughout the bar in case something went wrong, but he wanted to be able to walk away from this encounter without ripping pain in his aft. The Decepticons around him looked like they could split him in half, and he crossed his legs and winced at the thought. It didn't help that most of the 'Cons he didn't want were starting to relentlessly hit on him. It was a shock that so many were interested in him, and his usual emotionless demeanor began to crack with annoyance and shyness, which only seemed to spur the 'Cons on. The massive group was knocked aside by a monstrous black mech he recognized as Blackout. He didn't like the way Blackout was looking him over. Although Blackout would have ideal coding, he doubted he would survive interfacing with such a monster.

"You're a long way from home, little Autobot," Blackout murmured while tracing his fingers over Perceptor's shoulder cannon. "There are a lot of dangerous bots around that would love to tear your pretty little body up, including that cute aft. I have a room above the bar where we could spend some quality time together, and you'll be protected from all the bad bots."

"Please refrain from touching me," Perceptor sighed as he batted Blackout's servo away, nasal ridge crinkling in disgust from an oil stain left behind on his weapon. "Thank you for your kind offer, but I must decline. I have no interest in spending any time with you. You're simply not my type. Now, please move along."

Blackout's cheeks darkened as bar patrons howled with laughter, crimson optics flickering with rage and humiliation. His expression remained emotionless as Blackout suddenly grabbed him by the arms and hauled him up until they were face to face. He wasn't afraid of the bulky mech. Despite his diminutive appearance, he was a skilled fighter and could hold his own in a fight, and he knew his backup was inching closer.

"Stuck up little Autobot," Blackout grumbled. "Are you afraid of getting dirty?"

Perceptor responded, "Well, you are covered in filth. Perhaps you should bathe first before attempting to court a bot."

The room erupted with more laughter, and Blackout's frame shook with fury. He expected Blackout to try to strike, and it took him by surprise when the Decepticon's lips slammed over his mouth in a sloppy kiss. He nearly gagged when Blackout's glossa jammed into his mouth, tasting stale oil and energon, twisting his helm away in revulsion as the 'Con's glossa glided over his own.

"I like you, little Autobot," Blackout growled with a wide smirk. "Most of your kind would cower before me, but you make snide remarks. Your bravado arouses me."

"Unhand me," Perceptor stated with a calm tone. "I will not give you another warning."

Blackout laughed, "How amusing! Do you really think you can take me on, little Autobot?" He licked Perceptor's cheek, laughing again when the Autobot cringed. "There's no need for violence. Join me in my room. You will get dirty, but we can take a bath together afterwards. Doesn't that sound fun? If you're afraid of being hurt, I assure you that I can be very gentle…if given the right incentive. Be a good little Autobot, and I won't tear apart your port."

Perceptor let out an agitated huff and delivered a hard kick to Blackout's groin. Even though he was greatly dwarfed by Blackout, his kick was powerful and caused the Decepticon to crumble to the floor in agony. He stepped away from the dark, groaning heap while rubbing grime from his arms.

"I warned you," Perceptor sighed.

Barstools toppled over and patrons yowled in shock from being knocked over, causing him to whip around to see what the commotion was. Blackout had managed to stagger back up, one arm raised high and ready to crash down on him. There was no time for him to react as the clenched fist drove down, and his backup wouldn't be able to react in time either. A violet beam suddenly shot past his helm and struck Blackout in the chassis, causing the Decepticon to fall to the floor with a pained yelp. There was no visible damage to Blackout from the ray, but the 'Con couldn't move, glaring past him at his savior. His optics widened in shock as Starscream strode past him, caught off guard by the Seeker's appearance. The chances of running into the Decepticon army's second in command in a bar on a Neutral planet were astronomically low, and it was even more unlikely that the SIC would actually save him from an attack. It didn't make any sense.

"C--Commander Starscream…why?" Blackout wheezed.

Starscream snorted, "You should know better, Blackout, then to attack an Autobot on Neutral territory. Are you trying to get our kind kicked off this planet? There are so few places where we are welcome and free of Autobot tyrannical rule."

"B--But that Autobot--" Blackout began.

"Did nothing but wound your over inflated pride," Starscream interrupted. "I saw everything. He obviously wasn't into you. You should have backed off and never grabbed him. He had every right to defend himself."

Blackout snarled, "You're actually defending that little glitch?!"

Starscream fired another ray, hitting Blackout in the shoulder. "Watch your tone when addressing me, cretin! As second in command, I hold your spark in my servos, and I can easily snuff it!" He retracted his null ray and folded his arms. "Must I explain it again to your simple processor? We're on Neutral territory. No fights. Break that rule, and we're finished on this planet." He kicked Blackout's arm, making the mech wince. "I think your time here is done. Report back to duty or face termination."

Blackout gave Perceptor a hateful glare and muttered, "As you wish, Commander Starscream."

Perceptor took a step back as Blackout lurched forward in his direction, but Starscream blocked the massive Decepticon's path, forcing the black mech to hobble around. This was amazing luck. Seeker coding would be perfect for the project, but he wasn't sure that Starscream would be interested in him. Starscream was notoriously vain and only enjoyed the company of the most beautiful mechs or femmes. With his bland appearance, he didn't fit into that category, but he needed to try to gain the Seeker's attention.

"Thank you for your assistance," Perceptor stated. "I--"

Starscream butted in, "It was nothing really. That buffoon needed to put back in his place, and I couldn't allow him to harm such an adorable Autobot."

"A--Adorable?" Perceptor stammered, completely taken aback by Starscream's flirting.

Starscream nodded and traced his talons along Perceptor's shoulder. "How would you like to spend the evening with a more refined bot? My private room is far more luxurious, and I can offer you vintage energon along with a soft berth covered  with the finest sheets and pillows. Also, unlike that brute, I will treat you gently. A cute bot like you deserves to be treated with the utmost, loving and tender care."

Perceptor frowned and muttered, "Forgive me for not sounding so convinced. I've heard plenty of stories about your viciousness to Autobots on the battlefield."

Starscream chuckled, "Indeed. I am vicious on the battlefield, but this is a bar. Very different surroundings. Besides, you're obviously curious about interfacing with a 'Con. Why else would you be here? Are your comrades not tending to your needs? Do you need a Decepticon to show you true pleasure?" He leaned in closer and brushed his lips over Perceptor's cheek, making the smaller mech tremble. "You've found the right bot. No one in this bar will ever come close to matching my skills in interfacing. I'll give you unimaginable bliss, little one. Just give me a chance or you can walk out alone or take your chances with one of these brutes."

Perceptor's processor raced, uncertain on taking Starscream's offer or just walking away. This could have been a trap, either to kill or kidnap him, but he was quickly reminded of his backup's presence by several incoming com calls. When he opened the links, he was attacked by a barrage of voices.

'Perceptor! Get out! It's too dangerous!' Rodimus Prime yelled. 'You can't trust Starscream!'

'I don't like this either,' Jazz grumbled. 'We should call this mission off.'

'No slaggin' way!' Sentinel Prime snapped. 'I'm in charge here, and I say this mission proceeds! Perceptor, go with Starscream before that glitch changes his mind! If you get into any trouble we'll be around to help you!'

Tuning out the arguing voices, Perceptor turned his attention back to Starscream. "I accept your offer."

A lecherous grin formed on Starscream's face, and Perceptor wasn't left any time to doubt his decision as the Seeker grabbed his servo and tugged him through the crowd, eventually stepping up a massive staircase. Three guards stood at the top, but all three backed away when Starscream approached, bowing their helms as they passed by. A wide, silver door appeared behind the guards, and Starscream quickly tapped in numbers on a nearby keypad. He turned his helm back toward the crowd, catching a glimpse of Rodimus Prime, expression full of worry, near the base of the stairs, and Starscream tugged him into the room before he could respond to the Prime.

Tension spread over his frame at the sound of the closing door, and he struggled to rein in his anxiety. The walls around him were light purple, draped with portraits of Starscream striking various poses. The Seeker's narcissism almost made him gag, and he quickly turned his attention to the rest of the room's furnishings. A lavender loveseat was in front of him with a small table at the side and a bottle of high grade on the top. A large berth, covered in lilac satin sheets and lace pillows, was located to the left with a nightstand on each side.

"Don't be so tense," Starscream snickered, gently rubbing Perceptor's shoulders. "Have a seat and relax."

Resisting the urge to slap away Starscream's servos away, Perceptor strode over to the loveseat with shaky pedes. He could normally control what little remained of his emotions, but being alone with such a massive Seeker made him nervous. He fought to relax as he sat down, shifting uneasily when Starscream sat beside him and held out a cube of high grade. He accepted the cube and gingerly sipped the fluid, testing for any foreign substances that could be fatal or knock him out cold. Detecting nothing unusual, he finished the rest of the tangy fluid to not appear rude. He almost dropped the empty cube when Starscream's arm wove around his shoulders.

"Still nervous I see," Starscream chuckled while sipping his cube. "Is this your first time, little one?"

Heat seared across Perceptor's cheeks, and he answered, "No…I'm not stainless…but it has been three million years since I last interfaced."

Starscream choked on energon and stuttered, "T--Three million years?! Are you serious?!"

"Yes…is that a problem?" Perceptor muttered while twirling the cube with his fingers.

After Starscream recovered, he replied, "No. I…just find it hard to believe that such a cute Autobot would remain untouched for so long."

Perceptor felt mildly incensed by the comment. "I've had plenty of suitors, but I wasn't interested in them."

"But you are interested in me?" Starscream asked with a wicked smirk. "I'm honored. You won't regret your choice in an interfacing partner. If you're skeptical…allow me to prove it."

The empty cube Perceptor had been holding clattered across the floor as he was pulled into Starscream's lap, gasping when the Seeker's mouth hotly pressed to his lips. His parted lips gave Starscream's glossa easy access to his mouth,  moaning softly as the Seeker's glossa glided over his own. Large servos skimmed up and down his back in a slow, soothing manner as Starscream's glossa explored his mouth, jolting when one servo dipped lower and cupped his aft, creating a tingling heat that gradually consumed every inch of his body. He had forgotten how good it felt to be sweetly kissed and fondled, and he was soon kissing back while reaching around to stroke Starscream's wings, earning himself a pleased mewl from the Seeker. There was no choice but to reciprocate anyway. Starscream would grow suspicious or angry if he just sat there and did nothing. Responding to Starscream's tender ministrations wasn't unpleasant. The Seeker's mouth tasted sweet and delicious, eagerly thrusting his glossa to taste more while rubbing his servos harder over twitching wings.

"Talented little fingers you have," Starscream murmured. "Pinch and scrape them. Oooh…frag yeah. Just like that. Hmm…I could overload right now if I didn't have any self control, beautiful little Autobot."

Perceptor was rendered speechless by Starscream's praise, digging his fingers into several seams and playfully twisting wires, making the Seeker hiss. Although he had shared a berth with plenty of lovers in the past, none ever complimented his appearance or his talents. By now, his lovers would be slamming into his aft while shoving his face into the berth.

"Let me make you feel good," Starscream cooed. "What do you want me to do?"

"…Lick and suck my shoulder gun?" Perceptor asked with a low whisper.

"Kinky," Starscream leered.

Perceptor bit back a scream when Starscream's hot, wet mouth closed around the tip of his gun, nearly overloading when the Seeker alternated nibbling and driving a smooth glossa down the tight barrel of his weapon. He never realized how many sensors were hidden in his gun, and he nearly fired off his weapon when Starscream's glossa delved deeper.

"A--Ah!" Perceptor cried, monotone voice cracking from intense pleasure.

Starscream grinned and murmured, "So responsive. I can't wait to hear your cries when I devour your sweet port."

A spasm raced through Perceptor's port when he thought about Starscream's glossa stretching him open. He tried to clear such lustful thinking from his processor. He had to focus on the mission and get this over with as soon as possible, but that was proving difficult by his conflicting emotions. It would be so nice to just let Starscream suck and bite his gun while groping his aft. It was confusing as to why these emotions were surfacing after deleting so many from his hard drive. Starscream was having a strange, but pleasurable, effect on him.

"I want to taste more of you," Starscream growled.

Perceptor gasped when Starscream shifted and lowered onto the loveseat. Talons glided over his chassis followed by a slick, wriggling glossa. Every space of his chassis was lovingly licked or fondled, intensifying the heat radiating through his frame, causing his internal fans to kick in and cool him down to prevent damage to his delicate circuitry. The wet licks traveled further down, eventually reaching his groin and laving the hot panel covering his interface array. His hips bucked from the sensual licks, whimpering when Starscream pulled away to nibble his quivering thighs.

"Maybe…aaah…we should take this to the berth," Perceptor gasped as Starscream nipped his other thigh.

"Excellent idea," Starscream murmured.

Perceptor clung to Starscream's shoulders when the Seeker scooped him up and carried him to the berth, nestling into soft sheets as he was gently set down. His glasses fogged up as Starscream loomed over him, panting when the Seeker spread his legs and brought their groins together in a delicious friction. Starscream's soft lips clashed with his mouth in a heated kiss, both moaning and grinding into each other. The size difference between them was massive, but Starscream was careful to balance his weight and not crush the smaller bot. Starscream's kindness was a stark contrast to all the horrible stories Perceptor had heard. How could such a ruthless Decepticon be such a loving partner in the berth? He mentally scolded himself. They hadn't come close to interfacing yet. Starscream's behavior could change, and he could find himself desperately calling for help.

"You're really starting to heat up," Starscream growled. "I bet the pressure is becoming unbearable right here."

(Rest of fic too mature for DA. If you want to read more, follow link. Link leads to adult material.)
tfa-yaoi.livejournal.com/71564…
I don't know why, but this pairing really appeals to me.
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Maiko-Girl's avatar
Amazing story,almost wish that Starscream had managed to do what he wanted at the ending...la in love