"Mmm… mmmh hmmm hmm…."
A soft humming emanated from Starscream's throat. He hummed and purred in the dark room, pedes perched up against the console. His pointed digits tapped consecutively against the metal.
Tap tap tap tap.
"Oh my how I do love some alone time…" he said, waving his servo about before settling it onto his abdominal plating. He felt his wiring a bit, tweaking absentmindedly as he watched the monitor for his downloading file. The loading bar irritated him to his very core.
"Hmmf, why is it that Soundwave can get it to go so much quicker?!" he shrieked.
He kicked his pedes off and tucked them under the computer, scooting his chair forward and huffing loudly. Starscream grimaced at the screen before opening another window to browse freely on. He researched whatever his processor took him to: Cybertronian arenas, Praxian aerial body shops, paint refining, disarmament tactics-
"O-oh hoh, what do we have here?" he crooned, digits digging against the console with arousal.
Calibrian Purities.
There was a name a bot could not go without recognizing. Calibrian Purities had been somewhat of a… delicious company back on Cybertron's surface. They held everything that had to do with interfacing, arrays, pleasure boards, special toys, plugs, video material, audio clips, you name it.
The bot that brought it all up was one of Megatron's former friends. Former in the sense that Megatron and him had… somewhat of a close relationship. No doubt Megatron was one of his finest and more profitable guinea pigs; any new tape, recording or toy, Megatron was definitely one to get his servos on it first. At least… back when he was merely a gladiator. Megatronus was much kinder than his later evil half. Megatronus… well, was quieter, calmer, still easily excitable but remained tolerable and respective of others. Not to mention… submissive. And then came his somewhat of an intern… Orion Pax. Orion was the naïve, young mech that all tough bots yearned to know and protect. Hmf. And look where that soft spoken mech was now. Calibraas wasn't too fond of Megatronus after somebot somewhat… took his place beside the mech he dreamed of bonding with. Calibraas may've been quite the wild mech, but he kept his important affairs inward, something ingenious mechs teach themselves to do.
Orion, Optimus, remains to this day, the only bot in history so far that has been with Megatron longer and closer than he.
Quite a feat.
Letting his processor drift to rawer, more primitive desires, Starscream began browsing along the stream of erotica and photography in particular. Seeing bots in heat made every mech's plating shiver and tighten and Starscream was no exception. His armor tensed with arousal as he tapped through the online gallery, his pedes nudging together out of masked ecstasy. Primus, this site was so heavenly, as humans would believe; Starscream wondered if perhaps it was somehow updated…
Last site view: -
"PRIMUS, this site is ancient…" Starscream groaned. If that was when it was last seen, Primus only knew when it was last modified.
Still, these may have been old files but… mmm they were just as potently rousing and pleasureful. An assured getaway. Sprawling back in his chair, the gears shifted, allowing access to a more lying-down position. Starscream allowed his servos to wander while he pondered over the screen's images, purring contently.
Such lovely mechs…