The doors hissed shut behind him.
Gingerly, Starscream slid off the chair. He barely found enough energy to stumble over to his berth, collapse and curl up into a shivering ball.
He felt exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally.
Skyfire had just used him and left, just like too many times before. On one hand, Starscream felt violated. He hated how Skyfire treated him as a nameless, faceless, unpaid pleasure drone. A slave.
On the other hand, Starscream was still a slave. But he was a slave to his addiction of Skyfire's visits, because in those moments when they were together, Starscream could pretend that the Skyfire who made him feel so complete within and so good without was the one who he'd fallen in love with all those vorns ago; the one with which he could share a close-up world of softness, safely and love. Not the cold, cruel Autobot that Skyfire had become.
What's become of you, Skyfire? The small jet sighed, melancholy. What's become of us?
Who am I to you now?
Author's notes: Shattered Glass, rated… T, I suppose, because there isn't actually any smut. This is the aftermath of one of Skyfire's 'visits' to Starscream after he had joined the Autobots. Starscream wasn't a Decepticon just yet. So now you know, you may wanna take a read again to figure out what's going on. ;) And yes, there's probably more to come. What happened… before.