Pluses and minuses

      The spinal joints were stiff so that it seemed that any movement could lead to them breaking in two. Straightening up—with characteristic pain—Starscream looked up at the Red Alert sitting on the next box. Trying not to look at the seeker, Red Alert then lowered his gaze, then looked away, he felt like Starscream was looking at him for a long time. Swallowing nervously, the red fur tried not to attract the Decepticon's attention, his fingers gripped the wooden box harder, and his cheeks flushed from the energon that flowed to them. It seemed as if the room had become too stuffy, the hot air interfered with the measured ventilation without giving the Autobot a second's respite. Although sitting in the hangar was a clear disadvantage, Starscream did not particularly care about their situation. After looking thoughtfully at the Red Alert, the seeker crossed one leg over the other, but after sitting there for a couple of seconds, he changed their position to the original one. They heard Autobots, led by Optimus Prime, scurrying back and forth outside the doors. It was dangerous to go out, they could be noticed, it remained only to sit quietly, hoping that the Autobots would bypass them. Time passed slowly, somewhere in the distance the voices of Ironhide and Optimus could still be heard, it seems they ordered to comb the city. Hearing this, Red Alert lowered his head lower, almost pressing it into his shoulders. Starscream was annoyed by all this, checking with the chronometer, he calculated how long they had been sitting here, only four minutes, and it seemed that four years had passed. The voices still did not subside, but an interesting idea came to the Starscream processor that could take the next half hour. A slight grin slowly stretched across his facelet, and it seemed to Red Alert that he felt an unpleasant chill go down his back from it.       — Listen, it's so boring here. — Jerkily moving closer on his box, the seeker slowly spoke. — Can we have some fun?       Sitting closer, Starscream leaned almost to the audio sensor itself and scorched it with warm breath, causing the Red Alert to twitch. Energon flowed back to the faceplate, blushing and looking away in embarrassment, Autobot all dared to look into his optics. In his thoughts, Starscream has already cursed in all languages of the world, rolled his eyes a hundred and fifty times, and clicked his gloss about two hundred times. He didn't even know if an interface with a Red Alert would be a plus, or rather a minus. But he already had one minus, well, since minus on minus gives a plus... That's why Starscream didn't send a Red Alert to the bolt.       — What do you mean? — Trying to hide his surprise — and embarrassment — the Autobot slightly moved away.       He was surprised quite a bit, just for show, he understood what Starscream was driving at, and he wasn't even that much against it. But after all, security was still above all, and the Decepticon interface is clearly not the top of security. But now Red Alert was trying with all his might not to think about anything, or that it was at least immoral, because they were enemies — although Red Alert himself was no longer sure of this — and the Autobots could catch them, then they would have a lot of questions. But curiosity completely overshadowed fear, they moved closer, Red slightly covered the optics, feeling the presence of Starscream only with an EM field.       — And which one do you want? - Starscream did absolutely nothing, his manipulators did not touch the Autobot, and the facelet was no longer as close as a couple of minutes ago. He watched and waited. — Tell me what you want?              He watched as the optics of the Red Alert rounded, and the palm slightly stretched out to him, as if he hadn't even noticed it. The faceplate warmed up, and the refrigerant appeared on the body, the cooling system turned on. Inside himself, Starscream struggled with the desire to grin even wider, but his ego did not allow him, he was not so greedy for the interface that he would rejoice even with such a partner. So, have fun, for once, Starscream convinced himself. And it was absolutely true, Autobot and Decepticon certainly can't be permanent partners. The Seeker silently praised himself, to pull off such a plan, so he would also connect at the same time, and if the others knew, they would envy him. He would continue to think about what others would think there, but quiet Red Alert's voice interrupted his inner monologue.       — And you? — Red Alert looked up seriously. It was unbearable to look into the optics of Starscream — he annoyed him so much — but he wanted to find out the true plans of the Decepticon.       With a slight tilt of his head, the seeker frowned slightly, and after getting a little closer, he carefully peered into his optics. Red Alert was noticeably strained by such actions. Noticing the Autobot's discomfort, the seeker again pulled away from him and coughed into his palm, trying to hide the laughter from his reaction to what was happening. The Decepticon no longer knew whether to laugh at the naivety of Red Alert or cry over how desperate he himself was that he was looking for an interface among the Autobots. And yet, having calmed down, Starscream vented tiredly, and then looked back at the Red Alert.       — I don't know. — Stretching out the vowels, Starscream took a thoughtful pose, although he knew his plan, he knew that he would speak further almost by heart, but he simply could not make fun of the Autobot. — Suck me off.       Starscream asked casually. He knew the answer, he knew that there would be silence in response, but he felt the Red Alert's facelet filling with energy. He saw the Autobot looking for suitable answers in confusion, but not one of them, apparently, did not save the situation in any way. The Autobot's over-optical arcs closed on the bridge of his nose, his mouth slightly opened, and the optics awkwardly looked straight, only occasionally twitching nervously.       — I've never even kissed, I ... — Fingering Red Alert tried to express his thoughts, but Starscream shut him up.       Licking his lips, Starscream kissed him. Red Alert froze, its spark gently fluttered somewhere under the chest plate, and the manipulators trembled faintly. But after a couple of seconds, an annoying coolness was felt, the seeker pulled away watching what the Autobot would do. He didn't have to wait long, it wasn't a surprise. Lightly touching someone else's lips, Red Alert kissed him much more tenderly, much longer, touching his shoulders with his palms. Pulling away from him, Starscream grinned.       — And now? — The Seeker laughed seeing the confusion on the part of the Autobot. — Come on.       The Decepticon called Red Alert to him much more quietly. The Autobot slowly got up from his seat, now he was slightly taller than Starscream. The red optics of the seeker narrowed, and with a gloss he slowly licked his lips and ate noticeably bit the bottom. The brow arch curved in a questioning gesture, and the hands gracefully dropped to the edge of the box. He saw how the Autobot's ventilation became noticeably more frequent, Red Alert still could not decide and give himself exactly consent, Starscream was already on the verge of his patience, but tried not to show it. After staring at the concrete floor, Red Alert still finished fingering his fingers and decided not to delay the situation. Slowly swallowing, the Autobot gently sank to his knees on cotton hinges. The servos of the sleg shuddered, somewhere at the bottom of the fuel tank suddenly became empty, trying not to pay attention to the discomfort, Red Alert sat down on his knees and again tried to equalize the ventilation.       — I'm waiting! — Interrupting him, Starscream grinned and opened the inguinal plate with a quiet screech. — Come on, we don't have much time.       Nodding, Red Alert ran a wet palm over his connector. The manipulators were shaking, and his eyes were running from side to side, he didn't know if he was doing the right thing. Starscream is silent and waiting, shifting his bored gaze to the entrance to the hangar, he yawned noticeably, although it was clear from the tightly clenched teeth that he was barely holding on so as not to groan. Hanging over his connector, Red Alert exhaled warm air from slightly parted lips and carefully began to monitor the Decepticon's reaction.       Touching the tip of the glosse of the connector and easily swiping it in different directions, the Autobot made Starscream groan long. Red Alert tried to do everything based on the Decepticon's reaction. In front of the seeker's optics, everything got mixed up, the case cooled down, and the processor clouded over. It was as if all the energon that was there had rapidly fallen down somewhere, forcing it to squirm from every touch. The wet tongue went over the entire length again knocking out moans from him, not giving and seconds for respite. As soon as the gloss Red Alert approached the base and the fir tree visibly touched the port, Starscream bit his lip with all his might, it was necessary to behave as quietly as possible, they could be heard. He didn't want to admit that he liked it, that he could really reboot from such an inexperienced blowjob, but the consequences of a long absence of the interface could be like this. He is an autobot, a barely noticeable grin spread across his faceplate, who will find out — will not believe it. And again, the plus overlaps the minus, the fact that he gets a blowjob was an absolute plus, but the fact that he likes it so much was again a minus. It was difficult to decide. A cold shiver broke through the servos, remaining a refrigerant in the feet. Red Alert went further and took the connector in his mouth and held a gloss over it almost to the base. Smearing hot grease along it, the autobot began to slowly sink lower and just as slowly linger at the very top, so that it would be easy to press the gloss into the very middle. A loud groan came out of the seeker's mouth again, he tried to shut himself up, but his thoughts were confused, and colored spots were still floating in front of the optics. Starscream was almost suffocating from every — even the weakest — movement, he did not expect this from himself, and certainly he did not think that some autobot would bring him to reboot. Gasping for air, the seeker leaned against the wall behind his back, he felt the servos tremble, but could not do anything, the spark beat faster independently of him, and the panels heated up to impossible degrees.       At one point, everything cooled down and Red Alert froze, without releasing the connector from his mouth, he looked around. Still not moving away from the surging underload, Starscream cast a discontented glance down, looking at him, he realized that he had just noticed his manipulator on the Autobot's helmet. Someone's footsteps were heard near the hangar. Red Alert's gaze darted from the door to Starscream's faceplate, the Decepticon grinned and pressed his helmet closer to his connector.       — Don't stop, Red Alert. They won't hear us. — The seeker winked at him pressed on his helmet entering his mouth all the way.       From the side of the Autobot, there was an inarticulate mumbling and clumsy attempts to remove the Decepticon manipulator, whose fingers dug into its metal. Having pressed for the last time, the seeker slightly loosened his grip and sat down against the wall again, heat passed through the body like a powerful charge of current, leaving a tingling cold, but only this time adrenaline was added to the indescribable feelings, he heard how Optimus Prime seemed to be trying to open this unicron door, how he pulled the handle, tried to crack the lock, having unscrewed the sensitivity of the audio sensors to the maximum, Starscream quietly groaned into his hand, but after catching a disapproving look from Red Alert, he fell silent. The autobot's knee joints ached unbearably, and in his throat it seemed that they had lost the sensitivity of several sensors, perhaps in another situation he would have cared more, but since he decided to forget about his old life, he must act to the end. The abundant release of lubricant from the connector and its own saliva greatly facilitated the process, the jaw joints almost did not hurt anymore, and the warm palm on the helmet was pleasantly stroking. He felt that there was not much left before the reboot, he felt the trembling of the Starscream under him with his whole body, he heard the seeker barely whispering his name, tightened his claws on the thin metal, and although Red Alert did not want to admit it, it really flattered him. The Decepticon's processor was foggy and not legible, at the very peak he could no longer hear himself, let alone the Autobots outside. The spark pulsed crazily, sending pulses throughout the body, causing the servos to shake chaotically.       A discharge went through the body, and a refrigerant appeared on the body. Gasping for air, Starscream moved slightly away from the Red Alert and is now completely leaning against the wall. The pulse of the spark slowly returned to normal, and the connector fell off. The ventilation was still malfunctioning, but it didn't really bother anymore. Focusing the optics on the Red Alert, Starscream froze and began to watch him without taking his eyes off, but after a second someone's voices — the sounds coming from outside the door brought him to his senses. Alarmed, the seeker darted a glance towards the door, and then towards the Autobot. After exchanging glances, Starscream and Red Alert began to listen.       — Is anyone here? — Ironhide's indignant question sounded from behind the door.       The answer was silent breathing, which the Decepticon tried hard to hide.       — That's it... Come on, Optimus, there's no one here. — Kicking the closed door with the servo, Ironhide left with loud steps.       After a couple of minutes, there was no one left near the hangar, they could go out. Having brought all the systems back to normal, but still heavily ventilating, Starscream leaned his back against the wall. His manipulators fell limply to the ground, and his legs stretched forward in a relaxed manner, heat seemed to emanate from his body. Through the closed optics, he noticed Red Alert still sitting on his knees, he was wearily examining the still not completely departed seeker. Starscream leaned over to him and tried to squeeze out a grin with all his might.       — Not bad... Seeker said slowly and haltingly. — Get up already, we still have things to do. — Starscream suddenly got up from his seat and rammed.       And yet it wasn't bad, it wasn't even bad. The Seeker noted to himself that this is still one huge plus rather than a minus. Hastily shaking himself off, Starscream cast a sloppy glance at the Autobot. And having examined himself from all sides, the Decepticon moved to the door, beckoning Red Alert after him. The relationship is certainly not bad, but they had more important things to do.