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Tarn was seated on your too-small-for-him berth, reading through one of your data pads like he belonged there.
“Why are you in my room.” You demanded flatly, glaring at the DJD leader. He didn’t even look up from the data pad as he replied, “I had reasonable doubt to believe you would avoid your explanation, therefore, here I am.”
You raised a servo and the data pad flew out of Tarn’s servo and into yours. “If you’re going to be so adamant about it, at least don’t go through my things.” You complained, setting the pad aside. Since Tarn’s big aft was taking up your berth, you moved to sit in a nearby chair, crossing your arms.
“So what are you expecting me to explain?” You asked, already looking bored. “I told you the explanation, but you refuse to believe it.”
Tarn propped one of his legs up on the edge of the furniture, resting his arm on his knee before he replied, “Start from the beginning. When did you discover the skill, and how did you use it?”
You rolled your optics and sighed. Guess the ferret was getting let out of the bag, again.
“First off, you’re still not going to believe me, but I used to be a human. An organic.” You explained, just waiting for the disbelief.
“Impossible.”
There it was.
“Feel free to verify anything with Shockwave, but I can guarantee he’ll tell you the same thing.” You replied, shifting a bit in your seat. Tarn seemed willing to listen, so you continued.
You went through the story from the beginning, about betraying the Autobots, and the tracker. Then, how the nanites affected your body and how you ended up getting a new frame to become more useful. You even mentioned how the polarity change from the nanites had morphed into the field manipulation you could use now.
The DJD captain sat through the entire explanation, simply watching you as you spoke in an informative tone. You finished with, “Now, if you don’t believe me, kindly go bother Shockwave instead. I don’t know what else you’re expecting, but that’s what happened.”
Tarn gave you a once-over, seeming to think about it all, before he clarified, “So a weak, useless organic, has become a Decepticon worthy of Lord Megatron’s adulation…” He gave a short laugh that sent a spark flying up your backstrut.
“It sounds absolutely ridiculous, yet…” You saw his optics shift in a second pass over your frame. “Few have been able to outright stand against me, much less without even a tremor of hesitation.”
That almost sounded...like he liked that?
You had to process the statement for a second, unsure if you were reading him right.
With a serious look, you leaned over and rested your elbows on your knees, optics slightly shadowed by your helm as you replied, “I read your file, along with the others. I know who you are, but I don’t give two frags about status if you’re going to try and lay a hand on me without permission.”
Tarn narrowed his optics in what you assumed was amusement, giving a hum in response. Another tickle of sensation went through your frame and you glared.
“If you keep doing that, I will magnetize your vocals shut.”
Yes, that was a half-serious threat, but it just made the captain chuckle.
“Such a spitfire you are.” He said, making it sound like praise. Your wings gave a twitch at another flourish of sensation through your frame. The knowledge of what he was capable of made you slightly nervous, but you got the sense he wasn’t going to try and kill you. Yet.
Just to be contrary, you sassed, “What, suddenly interested?”
“Profoundly.” He replied immediately, the tone laced with a slight purr.
It wasn’t meant to be serious, but Tarn’s reply completely took you off guard. This was a new area to you, at least, considering Cybertronian anatomy. All you’d been doing was practicing your skill and training. It never occurred to you that anything would lean toward that.
The realization made your wings flutter unconsciously, an obvious tell that Tarn apparently picked up on.
“Judging from your reaction...you haven’t quite broken in that new frame of yours, have you?” His question finally got you to glance away, which only affirmed his suspicion.
“That’s none of your business.” You muttered, still not looking at him. Tarn started humming a tune, which struck you as odd, until you started feeling little shocks of sensation radiating from your spark.
You tried to remain still, but the more sound he made, the stronger the waves became. It didn’t take long for you to barely manage sitting up in the chair, rasping out, “Stop it.”
At some point, Tarn had stood and ended up standing before you, looking down at your quivering frame in the chair.
The next words out of his mouth sent a bolt of electricity through your frame, “Perhaps we should perform a new experiment, Nighthawk.”
The final syllable of your designation drew a cry from your vocalizer and felt like it burst a gate of lightning in your body. The sensation was so much stronger than you remembered from being human, like a power surge breaking through and just lighting everything in your body on fire.
You almost fell out of the chair, but Tarn caught your frame and easily lifted you once the aftershocks died down, moving you over to the berth instead. The low chuckle he gave just reverberated with the lingering charge, making you quietly gasp.
Your fans were incredibly loud in your audials, but you weren’t sure if it was actually that deafening or not. It took a second, but you realized there was a very profound sense of wetness near one of your lower panels.
Tarn leaned over you and nuzzled his mask against your neck cabling, a large servo reaching down to trace the modesty paneling between your legs.
“My, how easy that was...was it your first overload?” He murmured against your audial, the stroking pleasure against your spark staring to build again.
You barely managed a struggling ‘yes’ as the DJD leader traced around your panel again, a digit dipping between your hip seam and brush a few wires. You couldn’t help but arch into the touches from how sensitive you frame already was, giving a begrudging groan.
Tarn’s mask pressed against your audial as he purred, “Open your paneling and I can give you something better.”
You could barely focus on the words he was saying, much less search for a command to open it. Luckily, your body knew exactly what he meant and the panel transformed away, allowing the cool air to reach a previously untouched part of your frame.
He gave a hum of approval and his digits carefully teased the outside folds of your valve. Tarn’s thumb moved up and rubbed circles around the glowing outer node, making you moan and lean your helm back.
Tarn caged your frame against the berth, relentlessly whispering into your audial as he agonizingly toyed with your node until you cried out in a second overload. Your claws had already ripped seams in the bedding, but he didn’t stop until the pleasure ebbed away to a manageable level.
You absently heard a click somewhere, and shifted to look up at the captain. You felt something brush against your inner thigh paneling and glanced down his frame, seeing an intimidating-looking spike between his legs.
In a last ditch effort on behalf of your processor, you taunted weakly with a half-cocked smirk, “Get on with it, then.”
Tarn seemed infinitely entertained with your response, positioning himself on one servo next to your shoulder as he lined up against your valve.
“Antagonistic little thing, aren’t you…” He growled, grabbing your hip plating as he pushed forward. You weren’t expecting the burning stretch, your valve fluttering around his spike as it steadily slipped inside. The abundance of lubricant made it easier, but it was still a tight fit.
It took a moment or two, but Tarn was soon fully seated inside. He gave a few shallow thrusts before drawing back a bit more each time, working his way up to full strokes in and out. Your legs reactively wrapped around his hips, servo grabbing his arm as he fragged you senseless.
Tarn leaned in and growled against your neck cabling, “Nn, such a perfect fit and immaculate frame…” He shifted slightly to balance on his knees, suddenly withdrawing before he flipped your frame over and added, “Let’s see how sturdy it is.”
He lined up and thrust back in from behind, making you arch and cry out against the berth. Tarn’s rhythm was harsh and unrelenting. Your wings splayed out fully in pleasure, which gave him ample opportunity to stroke and tug at the plating as he drove into your valve.
You didn’t last long. The combination of Tarn’s spike, the touches, and his growls of pleasure drove you to a third overload, which you barely managed to stay online for. Your final cry was almost all static, vocals strained as your valve clenched rhythmically around the spike inside you.
Tarn overloaded soon after with a low groan, continuing to thrust until the charge finally skittered away as it jumped between both your frames. You felt like your brain was completely fried at the moment, idly feeling Tarn pull away and eventually let your hips go.
You couldn’t really do anything besides flop down where you were, frame giving heat warnings as your fans spun as high as they would go. It took a couple minutes, but eventually, you managed to roll over to your side and see Tarn leaned against the wall while sitting behind you.
The DJD captain didn’t look as bad as you probably did, but he seemed satisfied. You struggled to sit up, but managed to move enough to sit up against the wall next to him, despite your fans still going a mile a minute.
Tarn side-eyed you under his mask, which you didn’t really notice until he spoke.
“I’m surprised you can still move.” He sounded amused at the idea, but you just gave a stupid smile and replied, “Give me about ten minutes.”