AN: This is a reupload of an old fic.
"Starscream." Megatron looked past Blitzwing and Lugnut, at the familiar, winged figure emerging from the shadows of the cave's entrance. "...You're alive."
He thought he had taken the jet offline himself.
Instead of the weak retort Megatron expected, Starscream stepped into the light and then fluidly sank to his knees. He bowed low, his wings down, the ultimate display of deference. After a moment of stunned silence, Megatron stepped forward. Starscream looked up.
"What's the matter, my lord? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Still he made no move to attack. Megatron was on edge. "...Maybe I have."
Starscream only looked at him questioningly. He thought he saw Starscream's wingtips tremble ever so slightly.
It was rare that Megatron didn't know how to act. He had expected an attack, and had prepared himself for such. His logic centre told him he should finish Starscream off before he could carry out whatever foolish scheme he had in mind. His spark, however, told him to wait. He was curious.
"Starscream, why are you here? After all, we didn't part on what you could call amicable terms."
"For which I apologise, sir. I'm here only because it is my job to serve you."
Megatron was listening for the slimy undertone that would indicate Starscream was lying, but he was stunned to find it wasn't there. He folded his arms and watched Starscream for several long moments.
"...Lugnut, Blitzwing. Leave us."
"But, Master!"
"Silence." His more loyal Decepticons only had his interests in mind, of course, but he didn't want them there. If Starscream did turn, he was more than capable of putting the nuisance of a mech down.
Chastised, Lugnut lumbered from the cavern with a cackling Blitzwing in tow. Megatron stood with hands behind his back, his frame drawn up, until he was sure they were far out of auditory sensor range. To his surprise, Starscream remained on his knees the whole time, his head respectfully bowed. His only movement was the occasional twitch of a wing.
Megatron narrowed his optics, and then took a step back. He was reluctant to turn his back on Starscream, but he did so in order to walk to his throne. Once seated, he observed the jet more.
"...Come here."
Starscream stood immediately to attention and strode over. His heels clicked loudly on the polished stone floor. He spared Sumdac the briefest of looks, and then ignored him. In truth Megatron had forgotten he was there, but the old man appeared to be dozing anyway. Starscream stood for a moment before Megatron's throne before sinking into a kneeling bow again.
Megatron grimaced. "Get up. That doesn't suit you."
Starscream obeyed. "Megatron...?"
"Lord Megatron," Megatron tried.
"Lord Megatron," Starscream said, and Megatron swore his engine stalled.
Megatron tilted his head. "Do I take it you've had a change of spark? Or did that blow reboot your system somehow?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean... " Starscream gave his head a brief shake. "I do feel... my processor feels clearer. Perhaps you helped to clear out some bad code? For which I thank you, of course..."
It was strange. He still sounded like Starscream, but not... "Perhaps." He leaned his elbows on the arms of his throne and steepled his fingers before his chest. "So you think that I will simply welcome you back into my confidence with open arms, is that it?"
"Your confidence is not necessary, sir. I only wish to serve you." Megatron saw Starscream's dark crimson optics flick over his frame for a moment. "Would you like me to serve you now, or should I wait in your chambers?"
Megatron spluttered. "I beg your pardon?"
Starscream seemed puzzled. "My primary function is to serve you, my lord. In every capacity. I'm yours to use as you see fit."
Megatron's optic ridges shot up. He considered the jet's words. It couldn't be he was misinterpreting him, could it?
Deciding to test it, he said, "Now will be fine."
Starscream nodded and moved forward. He moved fluidly, and Megatron noticed for the first time in a long time the subtle curving lines of his waist, hips, thighs. Starscream seemed hesitant, as though requiring further direction. However, he didn't ask for it. Megatron leaned back as the seeker paused before his throne and sank to one knee between Megatron's thighs. Starscream shuttered his optics and let out a soft sigh as he leaned forward. He pressed a line of light kisses to the top of one of Megatron's thighs, and Megatron, stunned, widened his legs to allow the jet access to the more sensitive inner panels.
Megatron didn't want to speak; he felt as if to disturb Starscream now would break him out of whatever state of malfunction he must be in. So, he kept silent, but he did stretch to placing one hand on the back of Starscream's helm. Instead of swatting him away or coming to his senses, Starscream only purred. He moved slowly up Megatron's thigh, at first only kissing, then flicking his slim, pointed glossa out to lick at the warm plating. When he reached the seam between Megatron's thigh and his pelvic armour, Starscream nuzzled the joint like a cat.
Wonderful, Megatron thought bitterly. His once-upon-a-time competent lieutenant had been reduced to a simpering pleasure bot.
Starscream pushed his glossa into the seam, and Megatron hissed. His spike cover retracted without his conscious command, and his spike pressurised to its full size. Starscream made an eager little sound and suddenly his mouth was fastened on the head of Megatron's spike, hot and suckling and eager. Megatron gasped and gripped the arms of his throne.
"Starscream..."
"Mm?" Starscream abruptly lifted his head, and Megatron tried stifled a growl at the loss of sensation. His spike stood stiff and large, aching.
"...Nothing." His vocals were pained. "Continue..."
"Sir."
As Starscream once more took Megatron's spike into his mouth, this time Megatron helped him along by pressing down on the back of his helm. Starscream made a small, murmuring sound, and Megatron found he could push Starscream down until the entirety of his spike was engulfed in the exquisite heat of the seeker's mouth and throat. He was still in a state of disbelief; was this really his traitorous second in command? Surely it was just a clone with a defect processor that its creator had managed to lose. But somewhere in his spark he knew this wasn't the case.
"Starscream..." His thumb rubbed slowly over the back of Starscream's helm as the jet worked. He seemed as talented with his mouth as any pleasure-drone, and adeptly swallowed the bigger mech's spike, suckling it as if it were an energon goodie. Megatron shuddered and closed his optics. It was too good, too sweet, and too unreal. He rolled his hips and thrust up into Starscream's mouth, and Starscream just continued to purr and suck and swallow around him.
Megatron overloaded all too soon. He grunted as he came, and his fingers tightened against Starscream's helm. He held the seeker's head down and thrust his spike in to the hilt, and as he started to come down he became dimly aware of the hum of Starscream's vents working to stop him from overheating. He let Starscream struggle for a couple moment moments longer. He watched him through hazy optics - the jet's cheeks were tinted and hot, his lips stretched tight around Megatron's thick shaft. His wings were still trembling, and heat was rolling off his plating in tangible waves. Megatron reached out and pinched the tip of one wing. One more thing he'd wanted to do for a long time. Starscream made a soft sound of discomfort and Megatron released his hold on the seeker's helm. Starscream lifted his head and let Megatron's spike slip wetly from his lips. He coughed, and Megatron noticed that some coolant had leaked a little from the channels beneath his optics.
Starscream sat back on his thrusters and gulped a few deep intakes of cool air. He licked his lips and then looked up at Megatron. He had swallowed every drop of Megatron's transfluid.
Megatron held Starscream's jaw and opened his mouth with his thumb to check. Starscream shuttered his optics and opened wide obligingly.
"Unbelievable..."
Starscream tried to speak and Megatron released his jaw. "Just doing my duty, my lord," Starscream said. His vocals were as silky as ever, but so far there was no knife in Megatron's back.
Megatron stood up. Starscream tried to move backward out of his way, but Megatron grasped one of his wings and pulled. "On your feet."
Starscream rose and stood unsteadily to attention. Megatron tilted Starscream's chin up with a finger, and then spent several kliks inspecting the jet. Starscream's frame was giving off heat like a beacon, and Megatron could sense the desire in him. He stood still and obedient as Megatron circled him slowly, touching here and there – a pinch to a wing edge, a stroke to his waist and the small of his back, a light slap to his aft. Starscream's only reaction was a soft, needy sound, and to shift his stance so that his feet were further apart.
"It seems I'm faced with a dilemma, Starscream," Megatron said. He couldn't take his optics off Starscream, who stood, taut as a wire, before him. Starscream made optic contact and raised one optic ridge, and for a moment looked just like his old self.
"Sir?"
"Mm." He trailed a fingertip up the lower edge of one of Starscream's wings. "Should I believe your word and keep you around? Or do I stay true to my logic circuits and simply offline you here and now, and save myself the potential for further trouble with you later on?"
Starscream shuddered. "There's no need to offline me. I'll do most things, my lord, but that might be pushing it."
Megatron actually chuckled. Somehow it was still Starscream, only... different. Some string of bad code.
"Let's test your newfound loyalty, shall we?" He grabbed the top of a wing with one hand, Starscream's waist with the other, and pulled him to his body. Starscream came with him and gasped softly. Megatron kissed him, and Starscream yielded for a moment. Then he seemed to sense a tension in the older mech, and he returned the kiss with more aggression. Megatron purred. He pawed at the seeker's aft and pulled him around, then pushed him down onto the nearest available surface, which happened to be his throne. Starscream's hands were on him, and his mouth was hungry and eager. He kissed him deeply and then broke away. He sank to one knee before the throne and Starscream leaned down, curling his spinal strut and holding Megatron's face in his hands. Megatron's hands gripped Starscream's thighs and spread them. He expected a bite or a cannon blast, but instead he got a moan. His engines revved, and he bit at Starscream's lower lip. He must be in recharge, and dreaming.
Starscream didn't open up for him. He waited for Megatron to forcibly pull his panel open instead. Megatron snarled and pressed his fingers to the warm valve beneath, and rubbed over the rim firmly with his palm. He pressed and massaged in a slow, heavy rhythm, and drank in Starscream's pleased mewls. The seeker's arms were around his shoulders, his mouth latched onto Megatron's and kissing him fiercely. Megatron circled the very rim of Starscream's entrance with the pads of two fingers, and then finally pushed inside. Starscream gasped and Megatron thrust in deep. He spread his fingers, and then spent some time stroking and pressing at various sensors inside the seeker's tight, supple valve. Starscream moaned and kissed him with finesse. Megatron eased a third finger into the jet and knelt back. Starscream tried to come with him when he broke the kiss, but then sank back into the chair and laid his hands on the throne's arms, looking like a sulky, debauched prince. The irony of the sight was not lost on Megatron.
He knelt and watched his fingers sliding in and out of Starscream's valve, and then spread his fingers again, his other hand flat on Starscream's abdomen.
"Beautiful..."
"Megatron...?"
He withdrew his fingers and grabbed Starscream's hips. He pulled the seeker forward on the throne so his aft was slightly over the edge, then hooked Starscream's knees over his arms, bringing his hips close to Starscream's. He lined his spike up and nudged the very tip past the slick rim of Starscream's valve. He met Starscream's optics, his own hard and watchful. This was the test.
He pulled Starscream close and surged his own hips forward. His spike slid into the seeker's tight valve up to the hilt, until his hips were flat against Starscream's. He put his hands on the throne's arms, keeping Starscream's legs hooked over his elbows, spreading the seeker wide and holding him like that. Starscream held onto Megatron's shoulders. He yelped when Megatron penetrated him, but now his optics were shuttered, and his face held a look of rapture. Megatron held himself still, knowing that if he moved now he would overload again already, and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to go again. He couldn't waste this opportunity. He studied Starscream's reactions, from the rise in temperature in the seeker's frame to the tiniest flick of a wing-tip, to the way the jet's valve seemed to clench around him, wet and hot and needy. He shuddered and hung his head, his own intakes coming more raggedly now.
After a length of time in which the only sounds were their raw intakes and the hum of their fans, Starscream gave his hips a subtle roll.
Megatron groaned in response and rocked into the movement without thinking. This shallow motion became a slow grind, and Megatron let out a long, sweet sigh as he circled his hips then ground in deep again. He looked down between them. Starscream's spike remained in its housing; Megatron thought this was odd, as the jet was obviously aroused. The amount of lubricants slicking his valve was testament to that. Megatron didn't give it too much thought. Instead he leaned back and focused his attention on Starscream's valve. He switched to shallow, slow thrusts, and watched as his spike first slid out of the newly stretched valve, and then was pushed back, deep inside. Starscream made small, soft noises and writhed upon the throne. Megatron kept his hands on the throne's arms and Starscream's legs hooked over his forearms, so the jet's thighs were splayed wide, his frame almost bent double. Gradually Megatron's thrusts became deeper, though he tried to keep them slow. He watched Starscream's frame, the attractive build that combined the seductive curves of a femme with the power of the strongest of Decepticon soldiers. He watched Starscream's face too, the nuances of expression, the colour that had crept onto his cheeks, the glisten of moisture on his lips. He was still, on some level, waiting for a sneer, a snarl, and a scathing quip. Or else a bite to the throat. Instead he got a stream of, albeit rather pushy, pleasured murmurings and slightly foul-mouthed endearments.
Megatron's movements very gradually became harder, rougher, his thrusts longer and deeper. He felt his systems start to overheat as his hips snapped faster. Soon he was slamming into Starscream with enough force to make the seeker howl, which is exactly what Starscream did. He threw head back and clung onto Megatron's shoulders, his sharp claws digging in, screaming obscenities and panting like a cheap 'facing drone. Starscream's valve was still tight around Megatron, and the heat and pressure, combined with having Starscream like this, all laid out and screaming for him, was quickly driving Megatron toward a second overload. He knew it would be more powerful than the first, and the thought of coming deep inside Starscream was alone enough to push him over the edge. He snarled and bared his teeth. He moved one hand and held Starscream's leg under the knee joint and pushed the seeker's thigh out and back even more, allowing him to fuck him even more deeply for the last few jarring, brutal thrusts. Starscream whimpered and overloaded just before Megatron did. Megatron felt the ripple and clench of the jet's valve around him, and rammed his spike inside, grinding hard as he spilled a flood of transfluid deep into the seeker's internals.
He growled long and low, and paused for some heady, charged moments. His intakes rattled, and heat rolled off both of their armour, causing a shimmer in the air. He looked at Starscream.
The seeker was entirely undone. Gone was the cocky, backchatting pain in the aft he'd been forced to dispose of for treachery. In that mech's place was a sensual, debauched creature who wore Starscream's face and exquisite frame, but who, instead of fighting him, now sprawled beneath him, open and used, looking more like a whore than a soldier.
"Ohh..." Starscream moaned and gave his hips a slow buck. He turned his head to the side, exposing his neck cables, and kept his optics shuttered. He licked his lips. "Mmm. Was that... satisfactory, my lord?" He opened his optics a slit and looked sidelong at Megatron, the hint of a smirk curving his lips again.
Perhaps you're still in there somewhere, Megatron thought.