The dream that killed me (Another Megatron/Starscream slash fanfic)
Part 1
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I've never dreamed before. Today, I did.
It is nonsense, Cybertronians don't dream. It's not part of their programming, or at least, not a Decepticon's. But when I woke up from recharge this morning, I realised that I've been dreaming. At first, I didn't believe it, because it never happened to me before. I couldn't have known what a dream was. But the images that had crossed my mind when I was in recharge were so weird...What I was doing in these thoughts didn't made any sense, it wasn't like me. It wasn't part of my memory even though it was deceiving: images of my past on Cybertron, millions of Earth years ago, pictures of my quarters back there, only slightly different: ethereal, too bright to be true, too fuzzy to be real.
And there I was, standing in the middle of this distorted picture, not caring about the fact I was wearing my F-15 wings instead of the ones that were set to my tetrajet alt-mode. Everything seemed logic to me back there, even the fact that Megatron was standing in front of me and that he wasn't armed: the fusion cannon was not attached to his arm.
My hated enemy, magnificent as I used to see him at that time, almighty as I used to admire him; Megatron was there, smiling at me, caressing my wings and I wasn't even moving. I had none of the reaction I should have had if it had happened in reality: I wasn't shouting at him to get off me, I did nothing to shove him aside and, when he bent forward to kiss me on the lips, I wasn't disgusted. Truth be told, I loved it and I returned the kiss, feeling his tongue in my mouth. I let him touch me, I let him stroke my wing and body, without indignation, and I heard myself moan, moan and beg for more.
Beg Megatron for something else than to "stop the beatings and spare my spark"? My treacherous hands reached for him, willing to return the favor. With soft pressure on my lower lip, he pulled out and looked at me, greeting me with a smile I'm sure I would never see somewhere else than in this mad dream of mine: Megatron's smile was a mix of lust and tenderness and I felt like melting right there when he parted those lips that were still wearing my energy signature.
"STARSCREAM!!!!! OFFICERS MEETING IN THE CONTROL ROOM IN TWO BREEMS!!!!!"
I woke up suddenly at the roaring voice of Megatron coming from the vid-phone, almost jumping out of my bed in shock.
I realised that I was in our subaquatic base on Earth, sitting on the floor of my quarters, mouth agape while I stared at the opposite wall, looking like a fool. The dream had vanished the instant I woke up, but the feelings were still ghosting my body. And so, I found myself shaking, all warmed up, hot, aroused like never before and covered with drops of condensed humidity. Just as if it had really happened, the foreplays in my dream had left me in an uncomfortable state of body and mind. I was frustrated, my power core was overheating due to the excessive energy that only an interfacing session could release .
Anyway, this wasn't something I could allow myself to do. I'm second in command of the Decepticon army, I am the air commander, I have to behave myself in front of the troops, to save that little shadow of respect I get from them. No one would respect a superior who is eager to give himself into interfacing with the first subordinate he met...
Walking my way through the still quiet hallways, I felt miserable. Burning from the inside, my coolant pump running full power in a desperate fight against my awoken libido, I couldn't avoid my misery displaying itself on my outer plating, reaching my face plate while my usually proud wings were hanging tips flipped down on my back. When I entered the control room, I sure was looking dramatic.
"What an honor to have you on time for once, Starscream!" came the voice of Megatron.
I realised I was the first one present in the room. Usually, I manage to be one or two breems late for this kind of early morning-meetings, purposely, to provoke Megatron. But today was not an usual day. Today, I was the one pissed off.
The frag was smiling at me, nothing like the smile I saw in my dream. This one was sarcastic. But I wasn't surprised to see it vanish from his lips the instant he noticed the miserable state in which I was.
"What's going on with you? You look like someone has stolen your wings!"
I waved my hand lazily in a "nevermind" gesture.
"Just had a bad recharge, that's all!"
I was thankful that I've been built with a silent cooling and ventilation system, for both of them were still running at a rate that was not normal at all.
My body temperature was no longer increasing, but I didn't feel better though. The real fire that consumed me wouldn't be extinguished so easily. And if I was able to hide my state of arousal, there was nothing I could have done about the resulting disblief that was readable all over me.
"Are you fit for duty?" asked Megatron, mildy concerned.
"I am fine." I failed to sound sincere, as I had almost puked these words out of me.
He came closer in order to check on me and I couldn't help but step back, though my action didn't stop him. When he was close enough, his hand reached for my shoulder and I panicked.
Thank Primus, Soundwave entered the room before Megatron managed to touch me and his attention focused on him for a brief instant. I took advantage of it to move away and fall on my designated chair at the conference table, sighing in relief at the thought I had avoided the worst.
Megatron walked around the table to sit in his chair, glancing at me suspiciously before turning his gaze to his data pad, opening the meeting with his usual oration about Optimus Prime's awaiting doom and blablabla. Our mighty leader exposed his new infallible and deadly plan which was, in my opinion, a waste of time, another big joke set to lead us to an inevitable defeat –again- and everything would end up as usual, with another "tactical" retreat!
I kept myself silent and concentrated during the explanation. To understand it clearly, I started a simulation of every action in my CPU and recorded all possible breaks and weak points. This exercise eased my mind and I felt a little better for the time I was focused on the battle plan.
Unfortunately, it ended too soon. When Megatron's speech was over, we were dismissed without further orders besides our daily routine, which meant that I had to suffer the day doing nothing else then wait for my shift. And even then, all I had to do was sit in front of a screen and watch the same landscape during four cycles!
That was not so bad. Because right there, I needed some freetime and privacy. All I wanted was to get rid of that terrible frustration that had taken over my functions. It was necessary, I had to release my spark energy. Then everything would return to normal. To do this, I'd have to touch myself in order to induce a self-overload. It was a shameful thing to do, but it was still better than stay like this and get damaged. Whatever necessary had to be done to stop the fire burning like pit in my circuits.
I followed Soundwave and was about to exit the room when the door slid shut right in front of me and I heard the characteristic "click" telling me that it was now locked.
"Not so fast, Starscream!"
Slag!
I sighed in despair. As I started to panic again, I felt my coolant pump jolt and a warning red light started to blink in the side of my vision. The message was clear: it was going to give up, causing my core temperature to rise to a critical level and I was going to burn and melt inside and eventually die with a last pain-filled groan, right at Megatron's feet. He would never know what had killed me. A dream, a f...ing dream!
I realised this was complete nonsense and tried to calm down. How could a simple dream possibly kill me? I turned over very slowly to face Megatron.
"What is going on, Starscream? You've been so silent during the meeting. Tell me, for what occasion did you spare me your usual remarks about how unfit a leader I am, your sneers and cries of indignation?"
As I didn't give any answer, he continued and walked toward me, getting too close for my comfort.
"You look terrible. What happened?" The concern in his voice seemed oddly sincere.
Then, he did the one thing that was really not to be done: he touched me. He looked at me with wide optics, and it was clear on his face that he was worried.
"Your internal system is burning."
His hand lay just below my shoulder vent, his touch making me shiver. It was what my body needed to heal, hands touching, hands stroking... But this hand wasn't going to stroke me, certainly not me. As he spoke again, I watched his lips moving and I wondered if they had the same taste they wore in my dream.
Thoughtlessly, I slipped out my tongue and licked my lips hungrily. Reality hit like a laser blast and I realised with horror how far aroused I was, ready to cross the limit of sanity and throw myself at Megatron's neck, beg him to kiss me and touch me. We were not in my dream, his fusion cannon was attached to his arm and that one, I know, was very eager to kiss me goodbye!
"Megatron, please, let me go, I need to go back to my quarters..." I said, softly, avoiding optic contact. I shivered again and my intakes sucked air with a sharp hiss. "Let me go!"
"Don't move or you'll hurt yourself!" Now, his both hands were on me. I clenched my teeth. I had to convince him to let me go take care of myself, but how was I going to explain it?
"Listen to me..." I managed to say. "I know how to fix this, but I need you to let me go back to my quarters, please!" I grabbed his wrists and tugged at them.
Megatron let go, but didn't move and continued to stare at me. I realised too late that his emotionless gaze was in fact travelling through me, scanning my internals.
He smiled and his smile turned into a dark laughter. "Your power core is overheating!" With that conclusion, he bounced at me, pinning me against the door frame with a loud 'clang'. I moaned in pain, but Megatron didn't care. He was enjoying my misery. "You are going to die if you don't release your spark energy!"
"Please!" I begged, unable to move, feeling more feverish by the instant. Soon I'd be so irrational I wouldn't be able to speak anymore.
"Please what? I hope you're not asking me to help you out of your mess! Not when I am finally so close to getting rid of your useless carcass!"
"Don't let me die, please!" I tried to assemble my sanity. I tried to save myself. "I don't deserve such a shameful death!"
He took hold of my wrists and slammed my hands on the door at each side of my head. My wrist joints tensed with the shock. "So, how exactly do you want to die?"
I didn't answer, I was not able to process something to say and all my vocaliser could give was a moan, a groan or a weak plea. I resigned myself to the inferno, to its horrible pain, aware that it would be very hard to handle at some point, but the pain would vanish eventually, when I'd die.
Megatron was watching my embarrassing showdown. How delighted he would be if only he knew what had caused my fall. I offlined my optics and tried to focus on something else than his gaze on me.
"If you can't come out with an answer, my dear Starscream, I'll choose for you. You will die at my hands, as it should be!"
His fingers slid from my wrist to my arms, which fell limp at my sides, and reached for my wings. He started to caress them slowly, barely-there touches and lazy strokes. He was making sure to touch me in a way that would never make me overload.
He just wanted to speed things up, make my coolant pump explode, which would kill me instantaneously in the process. I would be dead, numb already, before my power core would flare out and burn my body. Megatron was sparing me the horrible pain to be burned alive.
I felt my mind drift into darkness, so smoothly that it was almost pleasurable.
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