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Megatron's fist flew into the side of his helm and for a moment, as his optics flickered and processor span, Starscream had thought his volatile commander had punched it clean off.
He stumbled to the floor and scrambled about, panicked as his leader's form loomed over him. "Ma-Master, please no!"
"So now you beg!" Megatron growled, still advancing on him.
A massive pede slammed down next to his wing, and Starscream squealed in fright before throwing himself on it, slim digits slipping between seams and clutching at the thick armour. "Have mercy my lord!" he begged, helm pressed to the floor, vocalizer fizzing as he whined, "Please!"
A pede kicked him in the chest, hard enough to knock him back on his aft, but not as hard as Starscream knew it could have been.
"Pathetic," his leader snarled.
Starscream widened his optics as much as he possibly could as he stared up at the larger mech, wings folded back, flicking edges betraying his fear. "Master," he whimpered.
Megatron's dark optics narrowed, and before Starscream knew it he was right before him, sharp sneering dentas clenched in fury mere inches from his face. He flinched back but was caught by a huge, clawed servo clamping hard around his angular face, squeezing the delicate derma plates. He was dragged close until his face was brushing his leader's.
"You left!" the statement was snarled.
Starscream took in the incensed, almost crazed look in Megatron's brightening optics, and couldn't say anything. He had left, and he hadn't intended on coming back.
He was hauled upright. His servos instinctively flew to Megatron's heavily armoured wrist, choking and wheezing as the tension on his neck cables became too much for him to bear. The servo on his chin was squeezing his jaw so tightly it was a miracle he could speak at all.
"I- I came back, master. I will always come back... for you."
Megatron wasn't stupid, and Starscream had told this lie so many times now. Megatron knew he wasn't loyal. He knew he was a good for nothing traitor. So why did he keep making the same foolish mistakes over and over again, Starscream thought, squirming under his commanders suffocating grip. For someone with such a ruthless reputation Megatron was rather fond of giving him second chances. And third chances. Endless chances really. He must have known that it was his starving fuel tanks, not loyalty, that had encouraged his returned.
But the fury in Megatron's focused optics began to ebb. His leader's colossal frame un-tensed with a loud hiss, air rushing through his vents as he sighed in resignation, or disgust. The harsh grip on Starscream's face wilted, but he daren't relax yet. This was only the first stage of being 'forgiven'.
Scarred lips and sharp denta bumped Starscream's mouth. He held his intakes in preparation, wings fluttering behind him.
"You are my seeker," Megatron hissed, hot cycled air spilling out across Starscream's face, "You belong to no one but me."
Still playing his part Starscream nodded enthusiastically, pushing his lips back against Megatron's mouth, teasing him, encouraging him.
"Master," he whispered breathlessly, with just the right amount of desire added to his desperation.
With a snarl and hiss he was claimed. Starscream's helm jolted back at the suddenness of the kiss -if it could be called that. Megatron's urge and need to dominate was ferocious, and Starscream whimpered as a thick armoured arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly close. He forced himself to relax, fighting back the flinches that came with Megatron's sharp denta biting and scrapping his lips and glossa.
He reciprocated as much as he could against his leader's domineering ministrations. He flicked his glossa out, gently, passively -no good would come of him showing the slightest desire to dominate his commander back. Complete and utter submission. That was what Megatron wanted. That was what Megatron needed from him; the reassurance that his traitorous air commander was and always would be beneath him -in all interpretations.
Starscream curled long, lean arms around the tyrant's broad, armoured neck, arching his back strut and allowing his master to manhandle him further. He sighed and whimpered into Megatron's sharp, frenzied mouth as a heavy, clawed servo scraped down his back struts to cup his aft, squeezing him, claiming that too.
"Mine," Megatron snarled against his lips, and Starscream let his helm loll back as the larger mech squeezed his arm around his tiny waist, content for now to let his leader have him. When the grip grew too tight he gazed back up at his commander's almost permanently furious face, optics dim, lips parted, encouraging Megatron to claim them again.
"Yours," he whispered back, leaning what little weight his frame carried against his leader's firm, powerful one. Servos slipped lower, frames grew heated, and deep within Starscream's deceitful, rebellious mind, he relished the moment, regardless of how much he'd hate it later.
The only honest words to spill past his aching jaw and stinging lips were those he used to beg for more; because only in the moments when Megatron took him was the tyrant a true master.
Regardless of whether Megatron intended it or not, his punishments were too much like rewards for Starscream to ever behave.
The gladiators of Kaon were arrogant, and Starscream didn't like them. They had nothing to be arrogant about, their only achievements in life were their thuggish and violent lifestyles.
No. No intelligence, no manners, no grace.
Mere brute strength did not impress him.
So it was more than simply annoying that this gladiator was being so persistent.
"I have no interest in watching mechs punch each other's helms off." He smirked, angling his frame away from the gladiator attempting to pick him up, "There is nothing enjoyable about mindless fighting."
The tall grey mech smirked at him, "You claim never to have seen a fight. How can you already know that it is nothing more than mindless violence?"
"You have just confirmed it," Starscream answered stiffly.
The gladiator chuckled, "Allow me the chance to show you differently."
"I am busy." Starscream snapped, hoping his rudeness would get the thug to leave.
"Not now you aren't."
Starscream span on his seat to glare at him, "What is it precisely that you are after?"
The gladiator laughed again, and the sound was really starting to grate on Starscream, "I have a fight in a jour, downstairs. I'd like to have at least one spectator in the crowd cheering me on."
"I wouldn't cheer for anyone," Starscream grumbled, "and I am not interested in you or your pathetic attempts at wooing me with violence."
"What about wagering?"
"Wagering what?"
"Credits," the gladiator smirked, "on the outcome of the fight."
"I have no credits to spare," Starscream answered truthfully. He would not be here, in Kaon of all places, if he did.
"What about a kiss?" the arrogant mech murmured to him, leaning a little too close.
Starscream sneered, leaning back away from him, "Excuse me?" he hissed.
"I wager you a kiss, and the chance to celebrate my winnings with you if I am the victor in the fight this afternoon. If I lose, you win ten credits."
Starscream stared at him, wondering if the poor mech had taken one too many hits to the processor in these fights of his. But regardless of the ridiculousness of the situation his tank was empty, he had no job, and putting aside the arrogance, he'd heard gladiators were paid relatively well.
So despite misgivings, Starscream extended a servo and agreed. What did he have to lose; a quick peck on the lips and an evening of his time? What did he have to do otherwise?
He wandered on over to the arena, slightly taken back by the sheer number of mechs already there, making noise, still excited over the last fight which by the looks of the arena, was rather brutal. He sat down near the back, too lazy to try and get a seat up front. He was sure he'd see everything fine from up here anyway.
The first gladiator stepped out into the pit and cheers came from all around in the stands. Even far at the back of the arena Starscream could see the mech. He was huge, massive arms and legs, built up with thick powerful and seemingly impenetrable armour.
If this was his gladiator's opponent it looked like he was fuelling well tonight.
He sat back, smirking to himself as the gladiator that had been pestering him in the bar earlier stepped out into the pit. Starscream did a quick a size comparison between the two warriors. Surprisingly an even louder, longer cheer spread throughout the crowd at his appearance. It seemed he was popular.
He soon wished he had taken a seat closer to the front.
His gladiator, the grey mech with red painted claws embellishing his helm moved almost too fast for him to keep track of and, from what Starscream could see, it looked as if he was... winning.
More awed than worried, Starscream stood up in his seat, staring as his gladiator jumped higher than he thought a mech that size possibly could. He sent his fist flying into the opponent's helm as he came down again, effective knocking him to the ground.
As the opponent struggled to his pedes, Starscream sprinted down to the front of the stands, pushing other mechs out of the way as he went, ignoring of their angered shouts.
He had to see.
He was there in time to watch the finishing blow. His gladiator casually tore his opponents arm from his socket and impaled him though the spark with it.
Starscream had never been impressed with violence before; but the way he moved... It was so carefree and graceful he might as well have been dancing.
Just like that, the match was over. Starscream had lost the bet. But he did not dawdle in finding his gladiator when the stadium started to clear. The arrogant mech saw him coming, and a smug smirk was set on his face as Starscream approached.
Starscream didn't have to bite back his pride as he threw himself forward, onto the tips of his thrusters to reach the mech's lips. It was a quick peck and the gladiator didn't seem to want anything more; but Starscream wanted to give more, and the large grey mech was only too happy to allow him.
He drew back for air, but did not retract his arms from around the mech's neck, nor did he allow his cockpit to lose contact with the gladiator's strong grey chest.
"What is your name?" he whispered against the gray mech's lips.
The huge graceful gladiator leant back to flash him an arrogant smirk, "Megatron." he answered coolly, denta plates sparkling behind his lips as he grinned at the little seeker.
"Megatron," Starscream whispered back, leaning against him again, "I do believe you owe me an evening of your time."
He'd done it! He'd done it! He'd done it!
Starscream let out a shriek of victory as he soared through the sky, away from the scene of the battle. A battle that would forever be memorable as the day Starscream had led the Deceptions to victory. They had succeeded and it had been his ideas, his plans and his orders that Megatron had been calling out.
He couldn't wait to shove it in the senile old fool's smug face.
Skywarp and Thundercracker exchanged slight smiles with each other as they flew behind him, sending their congratulations on a job well done through their private comm. link.
Starscream accepted it with his usual arrogance -arrogance that was well deserved.
When they finally arrived at the base Starscream couldn't wait to address his soon to be loyal followers. Now they'd see! Now they'd know that he was the true genius that kept this faction together, that kept them fuelled.
He made base fairly quickly, but allowed himself to wait around for any stragglers before he began his speech, arrogant smirk in place.
Once it looked like everyone was accounted for he stood in front of them, blocking the door into the base - their only escape- and opened his mouth. "Decepticons!" he shrieked, loud and proud, "I Starscream-!"
He was suddenly and rudely cut off when someone far larger and far stronger than him wrapped an arm around his waist and snatched him backwards against a warm, hard chest.
A strange sound escaped Starscream, his mouth dropping open and optics widening in surprise when looked back to find himself in the clutches of his smirking leader.
"Meh-Meh-" he stuttered as he futility shoved at the huge arm around him, trapping him against Megatron's armour.
Megatron leered at him, drawing him closer, and closer, until warm lip plates were parting his mouth. Starscream jumped and squealed as his leader invaded him, forcing oily slick glossa past his lips and denta to explore his mouth, trying to tease him into responding.
The audience of Deceptions Starscream had been trying to address had mixed reactions as they watched the rather unusual exchange before them. There was a murmur of laughter at Starscream's expense, but most appeared rather nauseous, some sympathetically so.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Megatron pulled back and Starscream could breathe again, his lips wet and glossy with his leader's oral fluids.
He panted, horrified, but was too shocked to struggle against his leader's hold. Megatron appeared to take this for compliance, his dark optics looking him over lustfully, hungrily. Clearly their leader was very, very pleased with his Air Commander's success.
"You've earned yourself a reward Starscream," Megatron purred.
The fear in Starscream's spark flared as he was suddenly spun and thrown over his commander's shoulder. He squeaked, and had no choice but to grab Megatron's armour to keep himself centred. The optics of the entire room were on him, watching him as Megatron strode out of the landing bay with him slung over Megatron frame like a sack of loose parts.
He searched the crowd for help, but all he got were knowing smirks. As Megatron's turned into the hallway leading to his private quarters Starscream gulped, and tried to think of a way out of this one.