Dreadfang moaned as Starscream licked his long spike from the base to the tip. Dreadfang’s wrists were chained in chains above his head so he couldn’t move much. Once again, they both decided to spent the night together in berth. The full moon shimered the moonlight through the window of the battle ship Quiet Terror into the room the two Seekers were in. It was really hot in there. The heating pleasure from their frames and the hot atmosphere. Another loud moan left the Bloody Assassin's mouth as the Air Commander put his spike into his mouth, swirling glossa around it and sucking. Starscream slowly bobbed his head up and down, taking advantage of Dreadfang's weakness. Dreadfang couldn't believe how good Starscream was on sucking spike, this was the weakness to him. And maybe, it's the only way to make him moan. The silver Seeker smirked and sucked harder, closing his optics at the sensation. Dreadfang arched his back and bit on his lower lip. He couldn't hold on anymore, he was so close. Starscream saw the reaction of his brother and he smirked again. ''The Bloody Assassin can't take it anymore, hmm? Let me help you with that.'' He then started to bob his head up and down faster, earning a groan from Dreadfang. Actually, Dreadfang tried to hold the noices that were escaping from his mouth as hard as he could, but they always found their way out. He never did this before, he felt embarrassed and... weak. And don’t forget to add the chains to it. Dreadfang panted, Starscream of course enjoying every second of this. The overload rapidly approached for Dreadfang, but he tried to hold it. He can't overload that fast, the interface lasts only for 20 minutes. Starcream always liked to make fun of Dreadfang, laughing at him when he overloaded so soon. He also liked to tease him with words, but that was Dreadfang's work also. Dreadfang was the one for teasing. Starscream slowed down, but sucked harder and this time, Dreadfang lost it and violently overloaded into his lover's mouth. Quickly waking up and optics widening, Dreadfang pushed himself up to sit on the berth. He looked around to make sure there was noone. Noone was, only him. Just a dream... He sighed in relief. If it was true, it would be a truly nightmare to him. But all of a sudden, Dreadfang felt getting wet and rapidly heating up between his legs. And for some strange reason, it hurt. ''What is this feeling?'' He panted softly. Dreadfang then took the blanket off of him and glanced down. His optics widened in shock as he stared at his hardened spike, that was leaking small lubricant from its tip. The spike stood at attention, waiting. ''WHAT?!'' Dreadfang shouted and quickly put the blanket over the sight he so didn't want to look at. ''Unnnf! How embarrassing! What will I do?!'' He blushed deeply red behind his mask. This never happened to him... he can't believe how this could happen. Maybe it was from the dream. And the last interface with Starscream was one month ago. Primus, it's all his fault for getting Dreadfang into this. Dreadfang thought for a second. He knew very good what to do when this happens. But he wasn’t really sure about it. The Bloody Assassin doing a solo? No, that’s not right. But he had to get this over with. Dreadfang vented a deep sigh and pushed the blanket off of him. He slowly moved his hand down his abdomen, until he reached his hardened spike and started to pump it slowly. ''Nnnnhg, why… why am I doing this.'' Dreadfang growled and spread his legs wide. Stroking it up and down, Dreadfang bit on his lower lip and tried his best to hold back the sounds that were escaping his mouth, but like always, they found their way out. He nearly screamed as he started to pump his spike faster. This feeling… It gave him shivers down his frame, hot pleasure, and a very good feeling. More lubricant leaked from the tip, but Dreadfang wasn't close to overloading yet. He quite started to enjoy this very much. It will take long… ''Oh Primus, yesss... more… give me more. '' Smirk appeared on Dreadfang's faceplates as he said this. And he started to imagine Starscream kneeling between his legs. His warm glossa, winding, slithering around his spike like a wet snake, sucking at it forcefully, making Dreadfang heat up in pleasure. And Primus, Starscream's perfect, slim frame. His perfect aft. That cute smile. That devilish smirk. Those always caught Dreadfang's optics. Arching his back, Dreadfang laid down on the berth and bent his legs, squeezing optics shut. So good… ''Why do you make me feel like this, Starscream…'' Dreadfang quietly said to himself and he growled slightly. Dreadfang opened his mask and licked the small lubricant off his claws. He purred at the taste. Now he knew why Starscream always liked to suck his spike. The taste was quite... Very delicious… By now, Dreadfang's spike was fully erect and he was really getting into the fun. His frame lightly shivering from the pleasure, back arched, deep breaths. He could see him, moving up and down on his erect spike. His tight valve clenching tightly around it. His loud moans and screams, and those beautiful wings shivering. And The Bloody Assassin couldn't take it anymore. Dreadfang's frame tensed as he started to pump his spike even faster. ''Ahh! '' Gasp. ''Nnngh! I can't stop… this is all your fault, brother… Oh Primus…'' And by now, his overload was approaching. So close… Dreadfang stroked as fast as he could, pants escaping his mouth. He squeezed his spike as hard as he could and this time he overloaded, lubricant landing on his legs, more down infronft of him. He breathed harshly, optics shut. Moving his hand up to his faceplates, Dreadfang licked the lubricant off the claws, smirking. With the other hand of his, he stroked the spike once more. Dreadfang panted as the image of Starscream appears through his mind's eye. "Heh, Starscream... Look what you do to me..." He chuckled and sat up, looking down at the mess he had done. Closing his pelvic plating and standing up from the berth, Dreadfang walked to a closet. He found a rag and used it to clean the lubricant on the berth. He then sighed and laid back down on it, soon falling asleep.