If Silverbolt squirmed one more time, Slingshot was going to strangle him.
It was embarrassing, the way he whimpered and strained at his bonds like they were hurting him, and okay, yeah, it was the whole Decepticon thing that was getting to him, but Starscream was the cool kind of Decepticon, and if 'Bolt would hold still for like five seconds he'd see that.
Slingshot wanted to thwap him one, but the game was "behave for Starscream," and that meant staying on his knees. Anyway, Starscream had him by the collar and shoulder and was nibbling his wings, and Slingshot wasn't about to move away from there. Not for anything.
"There," Starscream murmured against the leading edge, "is that good?" Slingshot moaned happily in reply.
"Slingshot, don't let him," Silverbolt gasped out, still endeavoring to pry himself out of the energy bonds at his wrists and throat. They weren't even chained to anything, for Primussake. "Don't let him do this to you."
" 'Bolt, knock it off!" Slingshot hissed, suddenly afraid his commander would drive the Seeker off. "Don't listen to him, Star, he's just-"
"He's reluctant, that's all," Starscream purred, gently tugging Slingshot to his feet. "Help me show him how good I can make it."
Slingshot sighed blissfully as Starscream's arms went around him, lithe and cool as serpents. The Autobot could feel the press of guns under his arms, but who gave two nuts about guns when Starscream's mouth was on his, consuming his awareness in a rush of fire.
"Slingshot-" Silverbolt protested, breaking through his teammate's mindless bliss. Slingshot turned his head to glare at him.
"Stubborn, isn't he?" Starscream muttered, and Slingshot put his wings back at the hint of displeasure in the Decepticon's voice. "That gestaltmate of yours."
That jogged a memory in him - and all right, there were reasons why Slingshot didn't touch the part of himself that was Superion, but desperate times and all that. "I can link him," Slingshot whispered beguilingly in Starscream's audial receptor.
"Link?" Starscream pulled a frown.
"The gestalt bond. Works when we're not merged too," Slingshot explained, remembering - with some surprise at himself - that the Decepticon he so admired was not a combiner. "He'll feel what I feel," he explained further.
Starscream's confusion melted into a wicked grin. "Both of you at once," he purred, "oh, I like that."
Slingshot grinned, relieved, and before he could lose his nerve he shut down his firewalls and dove into the link.
He could feel Silverbolt close as the pulse of his own thoughts, and faintly the presence of his other gestaltmates; but Slingshot shoved them to one side to focus on his commander. His body didn't move, but Silverbolt's very spark shuddered when Slingshot joined him in his own head.
//Hey,// he said, and since he didn't think he was a complete heartless bastard, //You ready for this?//
//Will you stop if I say no?// Silverbolt said acidly, and it was only then that Slingshot reeled in Starscream's grip, hit all at once with his gestaltmate's fear and helplessness. He opened his mouth, straining silently to apologize - but Starscream was peering at him, like Slingshot was an Autobot or something, so Slingshot shook it off and said aloud, "Okay, now kiss me. Please, sir," he added with a coy flutter of opticlights.
Starscream chuckled and pulled him close, and as their lips met Slingshot called over the link, //Let me show you. Let us show you. This feels so good...// He trailed off as Starscream licked dartingly into his mouth, and almost missed Silverbolt's reply.
//Feeling good isn't enough,// Silverbolt was protesting faintly, but Slingshot was caught under the spell of Starscream's perfect mouth, and inch by inch he dragged his commander down into the darkness with him until both were lost to the cruelties of sensory overload.