Ive not posted in ages but here ya go, Im board af so heres a little something, if it gets some attention I'll post more of it. Enjoy also I don't own this shit as you know so read on.
Dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
The night wasn't different from any other. The air was dry, arid and wailing in the distance were the cries of coyotes. The moon hung high in the sky, her majestic beauty full and coating every inch of the desert in her bright yet soft light. However, there came a stirring, a sound so quiet even upon the calm silence of the night. The source whispered from an opening in a rock face, which lead into a deep cavern long depleted of precious materials. If you traveled it's depths and long winding path you'd be emptied into an open space. There, against a rock face stood two figures. Their figures were illuminated by a small fire blazing in the middle of the space. The smaller of the two whose back was pressed against the wall stared back at the other wildly, chest heaving and lips quivering. His scarlet optics held worry, they held fear but most of all curiosity.
"I cannot provide you anything, I've been left for death with nothing and no one." His voice was barely above a whisper and was coated in a false sense of pride. He already knew he had been bested. Knew that he couldn't run this time, death was the consequence. The figures optics softened, he had seen this bot many times, fought him, grew against him but all he felt after the anger and vengeance subsided was pity.
"Join us." The others voice was sincere and deep, the kind that reassured. The kind that was dangerous to a mech like him. The winged bot swallowed hard and his digits ending in talons dug at the rock behind him as the larger moved closer, his breath ghosting against the fliers neck. It jolted him, caught him off guard.
"What?.." He exhaled, processor turning to static ever so slightly. It only worsened when the prime lowered his helm to the smaller ones audios. His large servos let go of the fliers and swept along his frame till they gripped his hips firmly but not harshly. He pulled them close till their frames almost touched.
"Join us, Starscream. Join me." He murmured lowly against Star's audio. It made the flier shudder and his face plates grew warm. He was melting, the prime had always had the ex cons optic, always. While in battle it held hatred but in the midst there was respect and something else that he dared not explore. He hated himself for it, how dare an officer of his stature think such things, want such things. It wasn't fair, the prime knew. He knew full well.