They won't stop!

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 So.. somehow.. while writing an angst Sam turned 'Bot idea.... the twins *sigh* the twins attached themselves to Sam in a sexual sense..
Primus help me.
The twins from Transformers G1 attached somehow became attracted to Sam and thus this wonderful threesome plot bunny was formed.
Anyway... because I have no time at all to write this fic I'm posting it here and hoping it will be adopted.....
I am going to post what I have written and if you have questions you need to ask them with in the next five days of this post because I am leaving the country.
PLEASE PLEASE TAKE IT!
Sam X G1 Twins
Warning! This is kinda meant to be a hurt/comfort/smex kinda thing... and if I had the time I would write it.


Surrounded by dessert in the middle of Nevada, Arizona, Sam wondered just when his life took it's most recent drastic turn. With a sigh he realized that he couldn't exactly remember that far back, memories were hazy and painfully distant, not at all like the crystal clarity he sometimes enjoyed now. Too blue optics looked down at a lithe silver frame, a frame that still didn't feel like his own body even seven years after the change. It was probably why he had yet to leave the base and choose an alt form, as well has decide on the Cybertronian name that screamed for purchase in his processors. The large, bird-like, door-wings/sensor panels on his back shifted slightly as the winds and his moods changed, reading the numerous amounts of information now available, and catching the setting sun light causing them to glow a breath-taking orange.
His gaze shifted from his body in general to his arms and the weapons he knew lurked underneath.
He knew he would never again be able to feel the wind against his skin, the subtle touch of grass on his bare feet, the warmth of a hot drink, the chill of a frozen delight, the tastes of foods and spices. Sam would never be human again, and that small bit of knowledge still felt like a scalding hot knife to his spark. Yet, he could never muster anger or resentment towards the Autobots, though they seemed to expect it. Rather, cold bitter anger settled on Megatron and his Decepticons the one's who caused the bloody war that stole his humanity. With a silent snarl, Sam clenched his fists and subconsciously called upon the weapons hidden with in his frame. He almost flinched when an error message suddenly took up most of his vision.
:ERROR WEAPONS SYSTEM LOCK UNTIL RELEASED BY WEAPONS SPECIALIST IRONHIDE:
This time Sam roared in frustrated rage and laid into the boulder at his feet, and ignored the concerned pairs of optics that watched him from the far side of the dune.
Vents cycling furiously to cool his over heated frame, Sam allowed him self to step back and view the carnage. The once proud boulder was no more then a few pebbles. When a hand settled gently on his shoulder plating, the silver mech visibly flinched and whirled to look into pained blue optics. Bumblebee and the Twins, his friends his confidants... his lovers. Even now, over three years later, he couldn't wrap his processors on how the Twins had managed to worm their way into his spark and he into theirs. He had honestly expected Bumblebee, who had been his closest friend for years, who had been there when Mikaela had left him and he had been caught and tortured under Megatron's hand, to be the one he fell for. The twins? Not a chance in hell.
As it was he leaned into Sideswipes touch and accepted the sweet nothings that were murmured into his audio and the second hand as it gently caressed the plating over his spark causing his internals to heat for an entirely different reason.
He had mastered Pit Fighting and was working on Circut-Su, it was his violent emotions that stayed Ratchet's decision and piqued the twins interest. He was a Cybertronian protege.
However, all dark thoughts vanished when skilled hands brushed against sensitive joints and energon lines.
“Thank you Bumblebee for helping us find him. I swear he received that sliver of code from you.” Sideswipe called out as the yellow camaro nodded and headed back toward the hangars.
When Bumblebee was finally out of audio range did Sam allow himself to vocalize a moan of pleasure as we was assaulted by both twins on both sides.
“And I thought I was mad.” Sunstreaker murmured lustily as his fingers dug hungrily into armor seams and caressed neural wires.