First attemp at fanfiction, slash, mature and trasformers writing. That being said, it was a really weird experience writing this fic.

No beta reader. Also, English is not my native tongue so feel free to point out mistakes.

TFP/AU verse. Since, I'm a sucker for a non-violent relationship between Megatron and Starscream (I know, the irony...), I decided to give them a shot myself. But mostly, I wanted to find out if I could write smut at all.

Sticky.

Enjoy! 3

Sated Seeker is a Happy (or at least less troublesome and less treacherous) Seeker.

Megatron was currently sitting on his grand chair and watching his first lieutenant strutting around the command center.

The Decepticon lord still had a hard time comprehending the fact that the seeker's bad temper and treacherous streak were, for the most part, a result of his sexual frustration. Not that the jet's character was all sunshine and rainbows but it was far better at the beginning of the war.

Seekers, as the tyrant knew, came in trines. What he didn't know, however, was the fact that trines were not simply military units. Trinemates were much closer than that. Bonded for life, they loved and took care of one another. That includes, taking care of any sexual urges which were, it seems, quite frequent.

Unfortunately, Megatron has decided to send Starscream's wingmates on a terribly long mission from which they have not returned yet. Offlined or just lost, nobody really knew what had happened to them. From this point in time Starscream's ire grew only stronger and stronger, leashing at his inferiors every now and then and plotting against his leader even more often.

He missed his trinemates quite a lot even though he viciously denied it. There was nobody left on the Nemesis to comfort him anymore, nor was there anyone who offered to take care of the jet's needs, especially his sexual ones. Seekers were too proud to just ask for an interface any other cybertronian that was not a seeker themselves. And as far as self-serving went and as much of a narcissist Starscream was, that was just not enough anymore.

Megatron followed every movement of the sleek jet. Primus, he was beautiful, sinfully so. The tyrant slid his thights apart and cocked his interface panel up a notch at the sight presented upon his optics. Those elegantly crafted pedes clanking on the floor while hips tilted at every step. Finally Starscream came to a stop in front of one of the Vehicons and started explaining something, his servos gesturing wildly while he was talking.

By this point Megatron was far too distracted by the slightly opened long long legs and perky aft to even hear what his second and the drone were discussing. However, he was not as distracted as not to notice the longing look on the Vehicon's face staring directly at Starscream's proudly erected wings.

The possessive nature of the Decepticon Lord did not like what he was seeing, not at all. How DARE this simpleton of a drone look at what was already his! But there was nothing he could do at the moment that will not raise suspicion among his troops and that was just driving him up the wall.

- Several Earth Days Ago -

After yet another failed attempt from Starscream to usurper the Deceoricon Lord's position, Megatron finally had had it with him. Even after countless treacherous acts the jet could still be a very valuable asset when he decided that it was in his interest.

Sadly, he hardly ever was of any use, even less so, as of late. With the rapidly decreasing number of their specie, every capable warrior was of use somehow and Megatron would've hated to eliminate one of his best. In a last attempt to discipline his treasonous second he had decided to try one last approach.

The Decepticon Lord had issued Soundwave with the task of finding what had turned Starscream from a somehow loyal and very capable warrior into a treacherous and mostly inefficient mess.

The telepath had spent several Earth days tracking and observing Starscream, much to the seeker's disdain. Every now and then the jet would snarl at Soundwave, call him a creep and storm off through the nearest exit.

Even though the seeker had done his best to avoid the telepath, the blue mech had succeeded at completing his task. Reporting to Megatron in private, his mission's outcome had rendered his leader speechless. Almost all of his problems concerning the seeker had been born from the fact that Starscream had felt lonely and sexually neglected! What a joke!

Megatron had been very keen on solving his Starscrem-related problems and it would seem that the solution had been not only very simple, but potentially extremely pleasurable as well. Managing to coax the seeker to his berth had proven to be a much harder task than previously expected as he had become very paranoid of everyone and even more so of his leader.

But never to be said that Megatron gives up easily! After a lot of chasing the seeker around the Nemesis, he had finally managed to corner the little mech in one of the less used one-way corridors of the battle ship. Having nowhere to run, Starscream had flattened himself on the farthest away wall from his leader. Fear creeping in his optics more and more with every step of the tyrant. But before the flyer could begin to grovel and plead for mercy, Megatron had managed to pin his arms on each side of his helm and lean close to the seeker's faceplates. Starscream surprised squeak had been silenced by the bigger mech's lips on his. Everything had stilled for several nano-kliks before the jet mewled and had flung his limbs tightly around his leader's frame, enthusiastically kissing back.

Even after several Earth weeks of Megatron chasing and 'facing the seeker, Starscream's paranoid nature and memories of previous beatings had made him fidgety every time his lord got close to him no matter the intention.

Finally, Megatron had learned to ignore any initial resistance coming form Starscream and go straight for the seekers lips. After one kiss, the jet's sexual drive had gone sky high and things had become fairly easy from then on.

- NOW -

Primus, how would he wait till the end of the day if the seeker moved around so sensually! He tried to take his gaze off of Starscream and looked around the command center, his optics meeting Soundwave's knowing visor. The tyrant felt like a scolded sparkling for not being able to focus on anything war-related lately.

The good part was that today's shift was almost over so he wouldn't have to wait much longer to get the seeker's lovely frame back in his berth. Nano-kliks ticked slowly, too slowly in Megatron's opinion. Enough was enough! He stood up abruptly, startling his troops who looked in his direction questioningly. The tyrant burrowed his brows.

"Starscream, follow me!" – His voice boomed in the suddenly silent command center.

The jet immediately tensed and his optics widened in fear, his wings dropping slightly but obediently following his leader out of the room.

Walking through the desolated corridors of the Nemesis, Starscream began to relax when he saw that they were heading to his leader's quarters. He trailed behind Megatron, wings quivering with anticipation of a great satisfying night ahead.

The moment the door to the tyrant's quarters hissed closed, the mechs were in each others hands. Starscream pressed his frame closer to his lord and kissed him hurriedly. Megatron pushed the seeker against the closed door and nibbled on his lip components eliciting a needy moan. The jet's wings scrapped on the metal surface and he whimpered.

Not that taking the smaller mech right against the door wouldn't be a delight, but right now the Decepticon Lord preferred to use the enormous berth just a couple of steps away from them. He grabbed Starscreams hips and lifted him of the ground, carrying him to the laid the jet on his back and snuggled himself between the smaller mech's legs.

The seeker was already panting hard when Megatron's glossa found his neck cables and rained open mouth kisses upon them while slightly nibbling every now and then. By the time the tyrant's mouth was on the seeker's spark chamber Starscream was moaning and running his legs up and down his leader's hips.

Megatron's glossa continued its journey down on the jet's sleek cockpit, taking its time to savor every tremor of the body beneath. When Megatron's chin bumped into the seeker's interface panel he stopped. Said panel was already seeping lubricant from its seams.

The larger mech put his servos on the slim legs and massaged them slowly with his thumbs. Almost instantly they shot apart and started quivering in anticipation while his elegant pedes were digging their heels in the berth.

Megatron smirked and laid his lip components on the hot interface panel and hummed. The smaller mech's body arched off the bed at the sensation but the panel remained sealed. Megatron was mildly amazed at his second's stubbornness. By now Starscream was supposed to be a moaning mess. Yet, the jet still managed to oppose his lord. Well, not for long. The tyrant's glossa poked from between his lips components and licked the panel slowly with just enough pressure to make the seeker arch his back once again and finally retract his panel.

Immediately after the interface panel opened transfluids leaked out of Starscream's quivering valve. He hissed when the air hit his warm equipment. The hiss quickly transformed into a long needy moan when Megatron's hot breath hovered on his opening, teasing him relentlessly.

The tyrant smirked again but remained unmoving for several nano-kliks, only blowing hot and then cold breath on the valve which in turn started leaking even more. Starscream whimpered and trashed on the berth, his long talons balling into fists near his helm. Finally taking mercy on the poor seeker Megatron tentatively pressed his lip components on one of the valve's outside nodes. The reaction was instantaneous and Starscream flung his legs on the tyrant's shoulder and dig his heels on his back. Once again Megatron was immensely glad that he had such a strong armor. Had it been any lesser bot, the seeker's pedes would've left some nasty dents and scratches.

Megatron's servos moved from his second's legs to his perky aft, gave it a firm squeeze and continued their journey to the other's slim waist and started to caress the armor there.

Meanwhile his glossa wiggled its way in the waiting valve and was lazily pressing on each and every node on its way. The pace was driving Starscream mad with want and the mech clamped his thights on either side of Megatron's helm while screaming his leader's name in pure desire. Digging his talons into the berth and moaning wantonly, he tried to press his valve into Megatron's faceplates more.

With his glossa half-way in the thigh opening, the tyrant withdrew it slowly and the seeker groaned unhappily at the retreating appendage. Circling his legs and locking his pedes behind his leader's helm, Starscream tried to draw Megatron's mouth to his valve once again. Even though seeker's legs were extremely strong, the Decepticon Lord's frame was even stronger and Starsctream's efforts were rendered useless.

All of a sudden, Megatron's glossa buried itself in the Starscream's valve again and the seeker's shriek of pleasure could be heard through half the Nemesis. Legs tightened around Megatron's helm so much it almost started to feel uncomfortable. However, he paid that no mind and continued his slow pace with his glossa. Starscream wailed in pleasure and his wings fluttered on the berth, scrapping their sharp edges on the hard surface creating a screechy sound which finally captured Megatron's attention.

Immediately the servos on the seeker's waist moved up once again and found the place where those pretty wings connected with the seeker's back. The tyrant dug his fingers into the seams of the base of the wings and the jet screamed in pleasure.

Seeker wings were extremely sensitive and if a mech knew where and how to touch they could overload a seeker just by caressing their wings. During the past several Earth weeks Megatron managed to gain quite a lot of experience. Sliding his pointy fingers along the lower edges of the wings and tracing them all the way up to their pointy ends made Starscream moan and trash his dark helm from side to side while bucking his hips and valve into the tyrant's skilled glossa. Seeing as the seeker won't last much longer, Megatron withdrew his glossa and moved his servos from his second's wings to his shaking legs, spreading them even further apart.

Starscream was panting hard, lip components slightly apart and begging to be kissed, optics wild with desire and anticipation. Primus, the sleek jet, sprawled on a berth, moaning and trashing, arching his back and shaking his legs was the most arousing sight that Megatron has even witnessed.

The leader sat back on his pedes and finally retracted his interface panel, giving a satisfied grunt as his spike started to pressurize. He moved his hips flush against Starscream's valve in such a position that while his spike continued to extend it was doing so directly into the seeker's slick opening. Both mechs groaned when the appendage fully pressurized, stretching the valve nicely. A perfect fit.

Megatron leaned closer to Starscream, hooked his right arm at the seekre's leg, braced himself on his left one, positioned near the jet's spark chamber and buried his face into the other mech's neck cables. Inhaling deeply the sweet addicting aroma that was coming from the seeker's neck, the tyrant drew his spike out and slammed all the way back in. Starscream shrieked and flung his arms at his leader's neck and started scratching his back and helm in ecstasy while his lips frankly searched for Megatron's. After several trysts, the larger mech removed his face plates from the seeker's neck cables and kissed along his helm vents, cheek and finally his lips.

The jetlocked his pedes behind his Lord's back and dug his heels in his aft, drawing a surprised grunt from him. Megatron picked up the pace and ground their frames together even harder. The berth creaked loudly under its current occupiers' added weight and sudden movements.

Megatron decided to let go of the seeker's leg in favor of touching his wing again. Repeating his path from earlier, he run his finger all the way up to the very tip of the wing and started massaging it lazily but firmly.

He could already sense Starscream's overload approaching and thrust even harder and faster. Every motion of his hips elicited sweet moans of pleasure which only grew louder and louder. After several grunts and groans Megatron slammed home and pinched the seeker's wing simultaneously. As he predicted it became too much for the smaller mech and he howled in ecstasy, his body went rigid against Megatron while his talons dig so deep into his leader's back they drew energon.

The seeker's contracting valve squeezed the tyrant's spike sweetly. That proved to be too much for Megatron and he overload almost instantaneously after Starscream, grunting in satisfaction while burying his face into the smaller mech's neck and rolling his hips a few more times.

When Megatron came to his senses again, he was squashing his lieutenant under his frame. Not that the smaller mech paid any attention, he was soundly recharging with his arms laid on each side of his beautiful helm. With his faceplates relaxed and lips slightly parted, Starscream looked content and almost innocent.

Megatron drew out and re-pressurized his spike back in its housing eliciting a light moan from the sleeping seeker. The tyrant smirked at the sound and hooked his arms behind the smaller mech's waist, rolling on his back and pulling the seeker half-way on top of him. The Decepticon Lord inhaled Starscream's sweet aroma one more time and drifted in recharge.

This was an amazing improvement over the usual treachery that he expected from his second. Megatron could definitely get used to this. For the first time in a long long time he didn't regret letting his seeker live.

-Meanwhile-

Meanwhile, several meters down the hall, Soundwave sat in his room uneasily, his processor still tingling with his superiors' lust and pleasure.

At first, the telepath had managed to ignore the arousal coming from his leader's quarters but as the activities between Megatron and Starscream grew hotter and hotter after each week, he found it harder and even impossible to ignore his own arousal.

Awkwardly he moved his fingers to his already heating interface panel. Others may say he was emotionless all they want, but even he couldn't stand this much stimulation without having to do anything about it.

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