Unexpected Involvement

It was growing dark when he made it back to base thanks to his fogged processor throwing off his sense of direction, but in truth that was probably to his favor. Stealth was more easily accomplished at night, and thus he was confident that he'd be able to slip inside and reach his quarters without incident. Or he would have been, if it weren't for a single factor he'd forgotten to take into account. 

Hunger.

In his rush to leave that morning, he'd forgotten to take his ration, and the rather significant amount of exercise he'd undertaken had begun to take its toll. His tanks were empty and constricted, creating a tight pain that he knew was only going to get worse. It would be impossible to last the night in this condition; but it would also be incredibly risky to visit their supply room. Any one of the others could be inside, and he doubted he could trust himself as he was, but still...

It's worth the risk. I can't starve myself in this state.  he concluded, approaching the compound from the unlit secondary entrance. With ears alert, he crept inside on all fours, relieved that there didn't seem to be any sign of activity. It was likely that everyone was asleep or out on assignments; at least something was going his way that day. He'd probably been paranoid to expect an encounter regardless. Why would anyone else be in storage at this hour? Returning to a bipedal stance, he was far more calm as he reached the sealed metal door, salivating as he smelled the energon within and typing in the combination code. The doors whooshed open to reveal the stack of glowing blue cubes and the table in front of them, as well as-

"Aye, Steeljaw."

Primus, why...

With his pedes on the table, Thunderhoof was the picture of calm confidence as he drank from a cube, leaning back far into a thrown together chair with a look of near contentment.

Steeljaw knew that Unicron was laughing at him. And why had he expected any differently? Of course it was too much to ask to be able to quench his hunger without incident.

"T-Thunderhoof." he gasped when he had the strength. A part of him wanted to run and hide from the mech who was unknowingly providing him with so much torment, but he was still coherent enough to know that would be a bad move. Instead, he steeled himself and entered the room, trying desperately to ignore the warmth that was reappearing down low. 

"Fracture took the pod apart. Found some good tech." Thunderhoof said, not bothering to look at him as he went back to retrieve a cube. 

"Hm." Steeljaw grunted in acknowledgement. The sensations he'd felt earlier were nothing compared to the feelings developing now in the mob bosses presence. Any relief he'd given himself that morning was gone, and a fire was starting to form beneath his plating from pure desire. The mech he craved was right there, scented with the exertion coolant of his toils and all but radiating confidence and power. His hands were trembling as he picked a cube from the pile, spark pounding in his chest as he tried to stifle the increasingly overwhelming feeling of want.

"Yous alright?"

The prompt hit him like a wall. No, he wasn't. He was as far from "alright" as one could be. And he wouldn't be better until the other mech was inside of him. Oh how easy it would be, to lay himself on the table and entice the other into action, spreading himself wide and putting an end to his suffering-

"I've taken ill."

The rasped reply was his conscious minds last attempt at saving him. If he were to get out without incident, he knew he'd need to escape, now. Turning with cube in hand, he refused to look at the other as he attempted to leave, trying desperately not to inhale more of the others enticing scent.