DELUSIONS
Starscream tapped his foot irritably as he stood in front of the elevator doors. The sound bounced off the bare walls of the Decepticon base, echoing back to him. His wings twitched as he shuffled, trying to ignore the charge that had been steadily building in his system all day.
It had greatly distracted him during his shift and he had rushed through his duties, all but running from the command centre when Thundercracker came to relieve him. In the privacy of his quarters, Starscream had just been about to lower himself onto his berth – hands already roaming his own chest and midsection – when Megatron boomed over the comm link and demanded his presence.
Primus only knew what the tyrant wanted of him this time. A scowl twisted Starscream's faceplate as he thought about tactical revisions, duty rosters and espionage reports.
But, and Starscream couldn't help but shift again at the unbidden thought, sometimes his commander required him for more personal uses.
Starscream's wingtips quivered ever so slightly as the elevator doors rumbled open and he stepped inside, his thoughts moving away from his leader's possible wants and fixing on his own.
His previous scowl turned into a scathing grin while he punched in a command key on the elevator control panel and the doors slid shut. Starscream had his own ways of getting what he wanted from that fool Megatron.
Starscream knew how to approach him.
The clanging sound of his knees on the floor as he crawls closer is warped by the sweltering air. Lust muting all senses around the edges, a physical component in the room.
Starscream knew just what looks to give him.
Optics remain lowered, but he can see the movement of black shapes in his peripheral vision. Hands close around the edges of his wings, thumbs rubbing enticing circles, followed by a vicious squeeze.
Starscream knew how to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear.
His whimper turns more into a howl this time and the teeth, the glossa, the mouth move up to press against his audio receptor.
'Beg me.'
'Please, my lord. Please,' the frantic intake of his own vents, 'Please. Megatron.'
Yes, Starscream had his ways of getting what he wanted from Megatron.
He hadn't noticed he was making sound until his vocaliser gives out with a last static filled whine. Coherency leaves him as the movement becomes faster, rougher, deeper. He feels unbearably hot, his spark threatening to burst from him in a tiny supernova.
'Now, Starscream.'
Everything goes white and he is wiped from existence for a fleeting eternity.
Starscream could already feel an excited tingle in the middle of his chest, spreading outward, as the elevator slowed at it's destination. His wings fanned back in anticipation and he snickered to himself.
'Delusional glitch.'
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