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Transformers: Energon City

Chapter 4: Before the Storm

Bright red neon was reflected in Soundwave’s eyes. His mouth was tainted with the taste of cheap alcohol, but he was not in any state of mind to notice. Soundwave usually preferred top shelf liquor, but when someone else was buying, he was polite enough to accept the cheap stuff. Blackout ordered another round, gesturing to the over-worked bartender under the bright red neon advertisement. The bar vibrated with the pounding bass of goth rock. Not only was this a bar that Soundwave had not visited before, it was one that he intentionally avoided. The goth scene attracted too much attention, and attention should generally be avoided when one is involved in organized crime.

Blackout’s philosophy was quite different. He was a staple of this community; his long coat and black goggles were rarely absent at this club. Blackout was a celebrity here, and his presence was drawing plenty of looks. Soundwave felt very uncomfortable, and knew that he was being carefully scrutinized. The bartender dropped two shots in front of the pair, and hurried off to help customers with more expensive taste. Blackout raised his shot, and Soundwave mimicked him. He couldn’t help but notice that Blackout was far less drunk than he was. At the very least, he was presenting himself better.

“I have to admit, friend, I did not just invite you here for the drinks.” Blackout spoke loudly, trying to outmatch the music.

“Invited? You practically dragged me out of the office by force.”

“Well there are things that Megatron doesn’t need to hear.” Soundwave was shocked at Blackout’s public declaration of their allegiance, and Blackout picked up on it. “Don’t look so damned nervous, Soundwave. You can barely hear me, let alone any of them.” Blackout gestured half-heartedly toward the masses of the club, all of whom were busy dancing.

“Well what is it then that is so damned important?”

“I trust your judgment, Soundwave, don’t doubt that, but I’m going to be frank with you. I worry about Starscream.” Soundwave just looked confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t look so offended. All I’m saying is, how can you really trust that he’s on our side? He’s just a runaway from the streets.” Soundwave glared at him incredulously. “How close have you two gotten this soon anyway?”

Starscream stared out the window, filled with worry. Soundwave should have been back hours ago. It had only been a few weeks since he had been delivered to the elder Decepticon, but he was already falling for him. The sex was incredible, yes, but Starscream had never before felt the pleasure of crawling into bed with the same man night after night. It was a nice change from being passed around from one businessman to the next. He hoped Soundwave would be home soon.

“Is any of this really so important?” Soundwave’s words were slurring rather dramatically. “I mean who gives a fuck if I fuck the kid?”

“No, no, Soundwave, that’s not what I’m talking about. This is common sense. You are Megatron’s right-hand-man. You know more about the plans whizzing through his head than anyone else. Hell, you probably know more about this war than Megatron does. I just want to make sure that you are in control of the boy. I worry about your little D-con secrets spreading to enemy hands. How do you know the kid won’t run off and help the Autobots?”

“It’s not like that at all, Blackout. That kid has no power over me.” Soundwave was visibly swaying now. “He is my property.”

“Then why don’t you show me just how in control you are. Just to ease my mind a bit.”

The loft door slowly slid open. Starscream stood, rushing to meet his lover. His smile fell. Soundwave barely stood, swaying on his feet. With him was another man that made Starscream feel uneasy. He reluctantly continued forward, aiming to help Soundwave to bed. Soundwave resisted him. He stood firmly, refusing to move.

“What is it? Soundwave, what’s wrong?” Starscream began to panic. “Answer me!”

Soundwave backhanded Starscream, knocking him to the floor. He was dizzied by the blow, and tried to regain his feet.

“Don’t presume to give me orders, boy!” Soundwave lifted one large hand, steadying himself on the door. Starscream was shocked, he rubbed his reddened cheek.

“Why did you hit me? What’s going on?” Blackout was pulling off his coat, letting it fall to the floor with his discarded goggles and boots. Starscream was scared. He backed toward the carpeted area of the apartment, away from the entranceway. The two men approached him.

“Don’t be so rude to our guest.” Soundwave slurred. “This is Blackout, and he and I will be fucking you tonight.” Starscream’s mouth fell open.

“What? What are you…”

Blackout fell onto him, grabbing at the tight striped underwear concealing the teen’s ass. Soundwave helped, holding Starscream’s arms. Starscream screamed, begging them to stop. Blackout’s cock throbbed, he tore the girl panties off of the teen, forcing his legs apart to get a good view. Soundwave twisted Starscream’s arms, turning the boy over onto his knees. He threw Starscream downward, making him present his ass to Blackout. Blackout spit on the head of his cock, and moved forward to slide it into the tight hole.

Starscream shouted again, but Soundwave muffled him with his own cock, forcing the boy’s head in place with one strong hand. He pushed his cock deep into Starscream’s throat, heedless of the gags and gasps for air. Blackout watched, fucking the boy hard enough to make his back arch with each thrust. Soundwave’s cock was buried in the wet tunnel of Starscream’s mouth. Starscream’s face was bright red, and soaked from tears. He swallowed, desperate for air. Blackout hammered into him from behind, digging his nails into the boy’s bony hips. He looked down, watching his cock slide into the perfect, round ass. He felt his cock grow more sensitive, and knew his orgasm was close. Soundwave was close too. The velvet heat of the boy’s mouth was more than any man could bear. He clamped his hand tightly onto Starscream’s head, forcing his cock deeper into the boy’s throat. Blackout shouted, as he began to cum. Starscream felt his asshole fill with the fluid. It ran out around Blackout’s cock and down his thighs. Soundwave came then, shooting cum down Starscream’s throat. He pulled out at the finish, spraying more cum onto Starscream’s lips and neck. The boy choked, coughing up cum, praying for breath.

“Please!” Starscream begged. “Why are you doing this?”

They weren’t yet finished. Soundwave flipped the boy onto his back, and crawled over him. He lay down on Starscream, pushing his cock back into the boy’s mouth. He began to suck on Starscream’s cock, humping downward into Starscream’s face. Starscream stirred, his cock rising to Soundwave’s attention. Blackout stroked his cock, watching Starscream gag on 10 inches of Soundwave. After a brief time, Soundwave rolled off of the teenager. Blackout sat on the floor, pulling Starscream’s mouth over his own cock. Soundwave moved behind the teen, positioning his manhood at Starscream’s ass. Thankfully, Blackout had loosened it enough that he could enter with little trouble. Soundwave’s penetration pushed the boy forward, forcing him to bob his mouth up and down on Blackout’s cock. Soundwave fucked him without mercy, sliding every possible inch inside. Blackout gripped the base of his cock, helping guide it into Starscream’s throat. He snarled as his second orgasm came. He filled Starscream’s mouth with cum, delighting in the boy’s tears as the salty fluid dripped from his lips. He scooted backward, resting against a chair to watch the two finish. Soundwave fucked Starscream more vigorously, no longer mindful of Blackout’s frontal penetration. Starscream struggled to escape his grasp. Soundwave easily pinned him, holding his shoulders down onto the floor.

Soundwave buried his cock in Starscream, until only the last inch remained, and no more would go. He had never fucked the boy this hard. Starscream’s thighs began to give out, and he fell to the floor. Soundwave’s cock left his ass with an audible pop. Soundwave flipped him over again, throwing his legs upward so that he could re-enter him. Starscream stared into the eyes of his attacker, his lover. He saw the passion and lust that drove him, and forgave him in that moment. Soundwave was growing tired. He began to slow down.

“Don’t stop, please, please fuck me harder.” Starscream arched his back along the floor, sliding his ass up against Soundwave’s hips, burying the man’s cock deep into his ass. He tensed his muscles, squeezing it inside him. “You filled my mouth with cum, but I need you to cum in my ass too.” His face was flushed, his chest glistening with sweat. Soundwave bent over him, and began to thrust again. His breathing was ragged from exhaustion, but he was too close to orgasm to stop now. Blackout watched the gentle curve of Starscream’s ass and thighs against the sharp cut of Soundwave’s muscular hips and stomach. Starscream’s youthful cock bounced with each thrust, just barely hitting against his stomach. It left a barely noticeable trail of precum as his cock head slapped the pale skin. Starscream’s breath was shallow. His chest rose and fell slightly.

“Your cock feels so big inside me!”

“Then beg me to put it back in.” Soundwave pulled back, dropping the boy’s ass to the floor. His cock stood free.

“I’m begging you! Please fuck me! Fill my ass with your cock, fill it with your cum!” Starscream reached between his legs, grabbing Soundwave’s cock. He pulled it toward his waiting ass. “Fuck me, please fuck me!” Soundwave flipped Starscream over again, pulling him onto all fours. He slid his manhood into the waiting asshole, groaning loudly as all 10 inches slipped into the slick warm hole. Soundwave fucked the boy as hard as he could, his hips slapping loudly against Starscream’s ass. Starscream tightened around him, milking his cock. “Cum in me! Cum in my ass!” Soundwave finally took an order. He dug his fingers into Starscream’s side as his cock exploded into the boy. He pulled out, letting more cum jet onto Starscream’s glistening back. Cum ran down the boy’s thighs, pooling on the carpet. He fell and rolled onto his back, holding his erection. He stroked it slowly, teasing an orgasm out, letting the hot fluid fall onto his hands and stomach.

Soundwave stood shakily, and propped himself up on the arm of the sofa. He looked around for Blackout, but found that he and Starscream were alone. He heard the loft door shut, and knew that their guest had left.

Prime slammed the phone heavily back onto its base. The cops in this city were worthless. That was why he had started the Autobots in the first place. Optimus could still remember, if he tried, those early years. Ironhide, Red Alert, Elita, and himself; they were supposed to clean up Energon City. Supposed to protect it when the D-cons finally branched out from the decay of Cybertron. Money changed them, just like it changes everyone. Prime needed income in order to fund his dream, and playing superhero did not pay the bills. They started skimming a little off the top here and there. Maybe a drug shipment or two would come up missing. Eventually, Elita got sick of it and left him. Red Alert wasn’t far behind. Prime and Ironhide rebuilt the Autobots from the ground up. They formed several front businesses, dabbling in architecture, construction, and restaurants. This façade hid the corrupt intentions of the group. Optimus had been doing it all so that he could afford to build The Ark, a massive hotel casino in downtown Energon City. It was finally under construction.

Optimus had just hung up on the chief of police, who had again assured him that there was nothing more they could do about Bumblebee. How many years had the Autobots wasted trying to save this god-forsaken city? And for what? A few thank you cards. His son was still missing. The cops had done nothing.

Ironhide made his best effort to stretch out, but the confines of the truck severely limited him. The stakeout had started about 6 hours ago. Ironhide had lost interest about 5 hours ago. He was relatively convinced that Prime had sent them out here just to keep them out of the way. Ironhide glanced out the passenger window. Parker was coming back. He was new to the Autobots, hadn’t really been filled in on how things worked. According to Prime, he was the son of a wealthy aristocrat in Iacon, a city back in Cybertron. It was home to the upper-crust, the elite. Not surprisingly, it is one of the few districts of Cybertron that are still standing. Parker was gorgeous. You could tell he was rich by looking at him. His hair was short, just covering his ears, but it was silky and waved. It shone golden blonde, even under the filthy streetlamps. He was wearing a tight black sweater and a pair of worn, western-style jeans that accented his athletic legs.

He strutted with confidence amongst rotting garbage and broken glass, like a mirage of an oasis in a desert. Ironhide couldn’t help but be struck by his beauty. His skin was angelic and pale. It seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, as if the pearly glow shone right through him. In one hand, he held a cardboard carrier that contained four cups of coffee. His other hand clutched a sack full of donuts. The kid had really gone all out with this stakeout thing. Parker reached the truck, and bent down to peer in the window expectantly. Ironhide cracked the tinted glass just slightly.

“What’s the password?”

“The coffee is burning my hand.”

“I’m sorry, that isn’t the password.” Ironhide moved to roll the window back up. Parker sighed heavily.

“Open the fucking door, sir.” Parker fluttered his eyelids in a satirical plea. Ironhide chuckled.

“That’s correct.” He leaned over the seat, and opened the door. Parker slipped in gracefully, setting the donuts on the console before pulling the door shut.

“I didn’t know if you liked your coffee black, so I got two with cream and two without. I don’t care either way, so I’ll just drink whatever you don’t.”

“Won’t be the only thing you drink tonight.” Ironhide muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Black will be fine, thanks.” Parker handed over the two left-most cups, which Ironhide balanced carefully on the floor between his legs. Parker drew his own legs up onto the bucket seat, folding them neatly beneath him. The boy drank the coffee slowly, and as minutes passed, a blanket of contentment fell over him. About thirty minutes after his return, Parker had finished most of his second cup, and the remainder lay forgotten amongst the debris caused by the many years Ironhide passed in this truck. The night had grown cold, but they couldn’t risk starting the car to turn on the heat. Parker shivered rather violently.

“Are you ok, kid?” Ironhide asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, just a little chilly. And my coffee got cold.”

“You drink too slowly. Here, my second cup is still pretty warm, and I won’t finish it.” Parker hesitated briefly, before crawling across the console to sit on the edge of Ironhide’s seat. He was straddling the gearshift in the center of the cab. Ironhide handed him the cup, which the boy drank greedily. Parker tilted his head up and up, the cup totally vertical. Finally, he lost his balance. He began to slip off the seat, just as Ironhide threw his arm out and around the boy, pulling him close.

“Be careful, kid, I don’t want you to get hurt on your first night in the field. Prime’d kill me.” He smiled at the boy, who coyly smiled back. Ironhide was pleased. It seemed that the rumors were true, and that Parker really had been busy back in Iacon. The boy squirmed closer to him.

“You’re so warm, Ironhide. How long do you think we’re going to be stuck out here?”

“Well, honestly, it’s not like I have to report back unless we see something, so no one’ll know if we cut out early. I don’t think anyone’s here anyway.”

“So you’ve just been keeping me cooped up in this truck for no reason?”

“I wouldn’t say it was for no reason…” Ironhide leaned in, parted his lips, and kissed Parker. The boy leaned into the kiss; he had been waiting for it. Ironhide’s tongue tasted like coffee when it penetrated his mouth, but he didn’t mind. It had been good coffee. Their excitement rose quickly. The hours of boredom and tension had been enough foreplay for the both of them. Parker was carelessly pulling his sweater off, even as Ironhide was reaching over to pull his jeans down. Once stripped, Parker started pulling Ironhide’s clothes open.

Ironhide helped him, lifting his shirt off over his head while the boy pulled down his workpants. Ironhide was well built. When he wasn’t working at one of the many Autobot construction sites, he was working out. Parker was glad that the man wasn’t rippling with muscle. He had just enough meat on him to be extremely intimidating. Parker soon found that Ironhide had other intimidating features as well.

Parker had heard that Ironhide carried a large gun, but this was not what he had in mind. Ironhide’s erect cock stood before him, reaching at least nine inches out. Parker’s own six inch cock was firm, and it responded quickly to the boy’s gentle touch. Ironhide was pleased to see the boy touching himself, it meant that he was horny as shit too. Parker acted instinctually, as if he had done this a hundred times before, and Ironhide was forced to wonder if he had. Parker grabbed the base of Ironhide’s cock, and promptly dropped his mouth over the head. Ironhide groaned loudly.

“That’s a neat trick, kid. That feels good.” Parker let Ironhide’s cock fall from his mouth.

“This is a better one.” He winked at Ironhide, and vanished. Ironhide stared around, confused.

“Primus, you really were just a mirage.” Ironhide heard a voice beside him.

“Mirage, I like that.” Ironhide was still baffled. “I need a street name don’t I? How about that?”

“Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be just lovely, you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“You’re about to get the best head of your life, that’s what’s going on.” Ironhide felt the pressure return around his cock, but could not see Mirage’s hand. Suddenly, his cock was covered with warm moisture. He stared in amazement as Mirage sucked on his cock. He could watch the skin moving with the boy’s invisible lips. The experience was incredible. His cock was wet with saliva. He felt the heat of Mirage’s breath down his shaft. He began to involuntarily thrust up into what seemed like nothing. Mirage’s tongue was still warm from coffee, and the silky heat of it moving around the head of Ironhide’s manhood was too much. Ironhide clenched his teeth and watched as he came. The cum shot into Mirage’s invisible mouth, seeming to float in the air until Parker’s form slowly came back into view.

Parker crawled back into the passenger seat, seeming satisfied with himself. Ironhide knew he had to do something, or risk losing control of the relationship.

“Well, I don’t know about the best, but that was pretty good. Unique, at the very least.” Mirage did his best to hide his disappointment. “Don’t seem so shocked, kid, I’ve had more men than you’ve had years.”

“You’re vulgar as well as cruel?” Parker seemed upset.

“Just two of the many words that have been used to describe me.” Ironhide smirked at the kid. It was hard to get upset at someone that had just finished sucking him off, but Mirage’s superiority complex had a tendency to irritate him. It seemed prudent to show Parker exactly who was in charge. The boy was shivering from the obscene cold, and was looking around for his hastily discarded clothing.

“Cold?”

“You aren’t?”

“I’ve been in worse, kid.” Ironhide watched the pale boy’s body quake.

“Are you going to help me find my sweater or not?”

“I have better ways of keeping warm.” Ironhide rolled over the console, landing on his knees in front of the passenger seat. His legs barely fit.

“Well. I hardly think this is covered in the regulations…” Parker began, his voice trailing off as Ironhide’s tongue began tracing circles around his hole. Mirage’s milky white cock stiffened quickly, despite the cold, and before long, Ironhide’s stood with it. The older Autobot stretched over Mirage, angling himself so that his waist was positioned over the seat, his cock level to enter the boy. Mirage groped around the side of the bucket seat, until his hand found the adjustment lever. He pulled it, letting the back of the seat fall back several notches. Mirage’s sky blue eyes looked hazily at Ironhide, inviting him to proceed. Somehow, even though he was on top in this position, Mirage was still controlling the show.

At this point, Ironhide was too horny to care. He leaned forward, letting his cock slide slowly into the snow-stained boy in his passenger seat.

The jet black truck was parked in the alleyway between a warehouse and a strip club. The club was a shitty little dive called Elysium. It was a hive for Decepticon weapon deals. Men and women alike would walk in off the streets to dance there, just long enough to pay for whatever vice they chose. Prime’s research showed that a deal was scheduled to take place there that night. Prime had paid a couple of Megatron’s repeat customers to change the deal in their favor. Details were sketchy, but Ironhide and Mirage had been instructed to keep an eye out just in case things went sour. By the time three D-cons arrived at Elysium, the two Autobots were otherwise occupied.

Mirage’s cheeks were a bright, burning pink, and glistening sweat streamed from his brow. His breath escaped in great steam puffs, as the only warmth in the car was inside of him. Ironhide grunted softly as he fucked the boy, his rigid cock sliding easily into Mirage’s well-trained asshole. Parker’s breath became shallow, and it slowly transitioned from gasps into short whimpers. Moments later, he was cumming. He turned his head in shame as the fluid fell to his stomach. The sign of embarrassment aroused Ironhide, and he quickened his pace, hoping to finish before the boy’s blush faded.

Parker bit down on his lip, stifling further outcries. His eyes were furrowed with passion. His body quaked with the aftershocks of orgasm, and the vibrations sent Ironhide over the edge. He pulled out of the boy and came on his stomach, stroking the last of the fluid from his cock by hand. Ironhide pulled himself over the center console, collapsing in the driver’s seat. He laid back, basking in afterglow. Before he had finished regaining control over himself, Mirage had maneuvered to his side, sitting on the console, but leaning on the muscular man. Ironhide held him close until the pair managed to recover his clothing.

“You’ll be a great addition to the team, kid, I can tell already.”
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