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A/N: Based on a video from youtube titled, 'Starscream Sells Bumblebee'. I recommend watching it. It's hilarious.
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Token For The Triumphant
"Lord Starscream, I have a gift for you."
The new decepticon leader twitched, the rudder flaps on his vertical stabilisers riffling with surprise at the announcement. Barricade knelt on the pristine black marble floor, one of his large hands holding the still form of a yellow autobot which he instantly pushed to the ground.
With a silver hand, he ordered Barricade to stand and step back which was immediately obeyed. A ripple of pleasure travelled to Starscream's main processor, the circuits buzzing with anticipation. For centuries he had wanted to be in charge and now finally, he was. It was exhilarating.
Metal clinks echoed against the floor as Starscream walked forwards, scowling down at the autobot scum that lay at his feet. It was about time they had a turn. He had lost too many of his army. Most of them were in the repair bay while he figured out a new tactic and it seemed one had just landed in his lap, well, on his floor.
The skilled raptor bent down and gripped the autobot by his neck, the fingers squeezing slightly, threatening to crush the voice box. Red optics met bright blue ones that were full of terror and distress. Starscream could practically smell the fear the younger Cybertronian exuded.
"Get up!" yelled Starscream, his sharp tone startling Soundwave who stood behind him. "I said get the frag up!" he screamed, yanking Bumblebee up. "What's your name?"
"Bumble..."
"Your name is bitch!" yelled Starscream, interrupting. "And I now own you. You're property! And when I tire of having sex with every hole Primus drilled in your slender frame I will perhaps decide to show mercy."
Starscream unhanded Bumblebee, the young autobot falling to the ground with a solid thud, and he turned his back to him and walked to the view port, his long fingers clasping behind his back. A maniacal smile plastered across the decepticon leader's face. It seemed the tide was turning.
"Barricade, put him in my private chambers," ordered Starscream. "I'll see to his torture myself."
"Yes, my lord," said Barricade with a slight bow.
The police decepticon took a few strides forward and hauled Bumblebee up by the neck and left the room, dragging the yellow autobot along the floor. Once they were gone, the metal clinks continued down to the very end of the corridor, stopping only once they entered Starscream's personal chambers.
On the bridge, Starscream eyed the new space bridge that he was currently having built. It was going to be grand once it was finished. The connection to Cybertron would be made once more and he could rebuild his army. And now, he had the perfect plan for making it a reality. Optimus Prime wouldn't let harm come to one of his own, the weak fool.
Tearing his eyes away, Starscream left the bridge and went to his private quarters, silently ordering Soundwave to remain where he was. Standing just outside, he ran his optics and the tips of his metal fingers down the length of the door. He could feel the raw power floating his way and smell the packets of fear that awaited him. It was so intoxicating he was sure he could drown in it.
With a single click, the door hissed open and Starscream saw his prize, tangled up in electrical wires for his pleasure and precaution. Escape wasn't an option. Pleased with the scene that greeted him, Starscream stepped into the room and turned, closing the door and locking it, his red optics glowing brightly.
Later, he should remember to praise Barricade for all his loyalty.
