Okay there is something you need to know before you read this because if you don't then most likely you won't understand what I'm talking about. This is a MATURE fanfiction so yes there is a 'scene' and yes, it is slash. But hey, I was thinking right. Transformers are aliens so their mating habits would most likely be different right? So yes they have the common port or valve and the cord or spike, however in my fanfiction they have all four. They have a valve where the cord enters. But inside the valve there is three ports where three spikes ( from the cord) connect to.
Two ports and two spikes are designed to create pleasure, but the third of each are used only when a sparkling is to be created. So in a random interfacing session the partners would only use two of the tree sets of ports and spikes. If they wanted a sparkling then they use all three and a spark merge. Understand? Oh the three spikes are housed in the cord and only emerge when inside the valve as to protect them due to them being very delicate. The third passes data and files and codes and programming and anything else that may be needed to make a sparkling. The other two just stimulate pleasure. I just thought this would make it a bit more interesting and different. I was originally going to put there interface panel under their chest but i had no idea how to explain that so I left that idea and just stuck to the norm of it being at their crotches.
Lubricant does leak from both valve and cord just to make things easier, but it really doesn't do anything else.
Starscream glared at Megatron. Megatron glared back, lips curled in a snarl. His cannon whined as it powered up. He focused it's aim on the ground as it cast a red glow across the metal's surface. His shoulders were tense and his body shook with barely controlled rage.
They both stood on opposite sides of Megatron's quarters. Megatron's berth was behind him and his desk was between them, well, it was supposed to be. It now lay on it's side at the wall to Starscream's left. Data pads were strewn across the floor.
Starscream knew this would happen, but he did it anyway. He just couldn't help himself. He had to piss off Megatron. He frowned inwardly. It was hard not to use human curses, they could be amusing at times when mechs didn't understand them.
The Seeker stood, arms crossed over his chassies, one leg in front of the other and slightly spread in an ' I am great' posture. A smirk upon his faceplate and an optic ridge raised in mocking. He knew this would only succeed in infuriating Megatron further but he didn't care any more. He was sick of his life. Sick of being beaten. Sick of being undermined again and again. Sick of being blamed in the wrong for Megatron's failures. He was sick of it to the point were he failed to see reason in continuing to exist.
That was his purpose at present. To end his life using Megatron. He didn't care about the satisfaction he would give the white Warlord for allowing him to take his life. He stopped caring a long time ago. He felt empty.
Thundercracker and Skywarp didn't care either. They begged him to do something stupid just to get offlined so that is what he did. He shot Megatron in the back with a low powered null ray blast. It did it's job and now the Air Commander waited for Megatron to do his.
Time ticked by at slow rate, teasing him. His patience was wearing thin but he didn't bother to do anything. Megatron was still giving him a death glare, still in that same spot he had been in since Starscream fired on him. Why won't he hurry up?
Then, he moved. He took a stiff step forward, followed slowly by another. Then stopped again and Starscream nearly yelled at him to hurry up with it.
" Starscream," His voice was low and dangerous " That was very unwise of you."
" Oh! And why is that Mighty Leader?" He sneered back.
Megatron growled, optics flashing in rage. He charged forward and Starscream braced himself for the cannon. He watched as Megatron's ped landed on a data pad and he watched as his leader. . slipped.
Megatron fell forward with a grunt and landed flush against Starscream. Starscream fell backwards with Megatron's weight and landed on his back, the air he had taken in rushed from his vents with a hiss. Megatron landed on top of him. Starscream was left dazed after Megatron's helm smashed into his and forced it to hit the ground hard. The combined impacts nearly knocked him unconscious. Megatron recovered faster and supported his weight on his arms. He looked down at Starscream, his cannon still whined and it's heat washed over Starscream's frame from the right side.
When his processor cleared enough he met Megatron's gaze with a glare. He took in Megatron's position and couldn't help but feel . . . .feel . . .something. And Megatron's expression. It almost looked like . . .
A dull pain radiated through his face from his lips. He realized with a jolt that Megatron had claimed his lips in a demanding kiss. The warlord was now propped on his elbows, servos held Starscream's helm tightly to unsure he could not pull away. Not that he did. After a moments pause he returned the kiss viscously, all previous plans forgotten.
Megatron's glossia mapped out his mouth with speed until Starscream forced his own glossia in the way of the intruder and they began to entwine and battle for dominance. Starscream's servos rested on Megatron's back as he pulled the Warlord closer to deepen the kiss. Their lower bodies remained still while their upper shifted constantly as they both tried to gain the upper hand.
Megatron let go of Starscream's helm to feel down his frame. He rubbed Starscream's sides, stroking sensor nodes and twisting wires that were in reach playfully. Starscream, in reply, stroked Megatron's back roughly. When Megatron hit a bundle of sensors near the base to his wing, Starscream arched up into Megatron and moaned into his mouth.
Nothing mattered any more. Heat spread through his frame as arousal claimed him. He was lost in the moment. His thoughts were solely focused on pleasing the other.
Starscream felt Megatron rise slightly as he brought his legs up and under him so that he was kneeling over Starscream. A servo slid under his aft and lifted him up. Starscream took it as a sign to wrap his legs around Megatron's hips. They never once broke the kiss as Megatron straightened, Starscream sitting in his lap on while he sat on the floor. They stayed that way for a few more moments, kissing and stroking each other. Megatron used one servo to play with Starscream's wings resulting in lustful, muffled moans escaping the jet. His other servo supported Starscream against him. Starscream's servos both held Megatron's helm.
The heat radiated off the pair as they continued to battle for dominance until at last Megatron pulled away to put his mouth on Starscream's neck. He began to lick and nip. Starscream threw his helm back to allow better access, moans emitting from him in the plenty. Each one seemed to egg Megatron on. A servo snaked down to stroke Starscream's crotch plate.
" Open for me." Megatron's voice was soft and soothing as he pressed his servo against Starscream's panel, his breath warm against the Seeker's neck.
Starscream growled before opening his crotch plate with a soft click. He groaned when a digit rubbed against his valve cover, another clumsily stroked the cover to his cord. He released his cord into an awaiting servo that grasped it gently. Waves of pleasure assaulted him as the same servo began to stroke it's length, sometimes giving it a teasing squeeze.
Megatron moved his helm back so that he could look at Starscream in the optic. His were glazed with arousal and Starscream couldn't suppress a shiver as he met them with a lust filled stare.
" You will have to be punished for your actions Starscream," Megatron leaned forward to teasingly rub his lips over Starscream's " Now is as good a time as any." He pressed forward and claimed the Seeker's mouth again, this time he met no resistance as Starscream let him take control.
Megatron wobbled as he made it to his peds, Starscream in his arms with legs wrapped around his hips and mouths locked. He walked over to his berth and lay Starscream down on his back. He broke the kiss to lick down Starscream's chest plates, down his cockpit and down his abdominal plates. Starscream lay back with his helm pressing into the berth as he made his pleasure known with moans and blissful cries of ecstasy. He looked up when Megatron stopped to see said mech with his open mouth hovering over the tip of his cord. A servo grasped it's base lightly while the other was placed on his hip for support. Starscream hissed in impatience.
Megatron smirked at his Air Commander's lack of control and Starscream silently cursed himself. Megatron grabbed Starscream's cord with his mouth and swallowed it to the hilt. Starscream squirmed and wriggled from the unstoppable pleasure as Megatron used his warm glossia to massage the nodes that covered his member. He could feel Megatron smile against him and bucked his hips. He nearly growled in frustration when Megatron kept his hips down but what escaped his vocaliser were more moans and incoherent words.
Starscream yelped when Megatron nipped the tip of his cord hard enough to hurt, but light enough not to cause damage. Starscream didn't trust his vocaliser so he gave Megatron a glare as he sat up. Megatron frowned at him.
" I said you were to be punished! Now lie back down!" Megatron circled the cover to his valve. " And open up." Megatron's helm went back down to lick his length. Starscream remained propped up on his elbows.
Starscream felt panic sweep through him as he felt the pressure on his cover. He didn't want to open it. He never had before. He was a virgin and now that he was free from the trance of blissful arousal, he was aware that he wanted to stay that way. The thought of someone impaling him just didn't appeal to him in the slightest. In fact, the whole interfacing thing never appealed to him. He was happy enough with flying. He let the rumours circulate that he was a apparently a good lay, but he would never prove it if asked and many did. To say that he was scared, he denied it, but he knew that if he was forced he would make his fear known. He didn't open his valve cover and prayed that Megatron would forget about it, but Primus wasn't on his side.
" Starscream, open it!" Megatron growled as he gave a violent pull on Starscream's cord " save yourself the humiliation and don't make me do it for you!"
Megatron continued to glare at his second. Starscream glared back. He was not going to yield, but how was he supposed to get out with Megatron holding a certain body part of his that, even though he didn't use it, he didn't want to part with? Something of his feelings must of slipped through because Megatron sighed through his vents.
" I'll go easy if that is what you are afraid of! And I thought Seekers liked it rough!" Megatron narrowed his optics with a smirk on his faceplate.
Starscream knew it was a trap but he continued anyway.
" I'm not afraid of anything!" He screeched.
Megatron raised an optic ridge " Oh really? Then why won't you open for me? Hum?"
Starscream hissed in effort to hide his growing fear " Because it's you! I don't even know why . . . .Ahh!"
Megatron rolled his optics and pulled hard on Starscream's cord forcing the Seeker into a fit of shaking. When the Seeker landed on his back , Megatron began to pump Starscream's cord hard. Starscream became a squirming mass of moaning, tricoloured metal. Somewhere in his processor he cursed himself for not being able to control himself but the assaulting pleasure drowned out his worry, until he heard the click.
He shot up again to find Megatron smirking. He continued to stroke Starscream's cord but he was a lot softer now that he had what he wanted.
" Good Seeker!" He purred and used his free servo to run a digit around the rim of Starscream's wet valve.
Starscream moaned at the sensation and slowly allowed himself to lie down again. The digit continued to run around the rim for a while, making the valve pour lubricant that slithered down the inside of Starscream's thighs. Starscream could imagine Megatron smiling in victory but he couldn't care. He was in bliss. He had never felt anything like it. The fear was still there but he ignored it, which at present, was an easy thing to do.
Starscream gasped when he felt a digit slide into him. It was sore, he knew it was sore, but the amount of pleasure it brought him was astounding. Somewhere he could Megatron laugh softly and it wasn't in mocking either.
" Oh Starscream! You are so tight!"
Starscream could only reply with incoherent muttering and he heard Megatron chuckle again. Megatron added another digit and Starscream arched up and cried out. That did hurt. The pain pulsed through his lower abdominal region and he tried to twist away from the intruding digits. Megatron growled and grabbed his hip to hold him still.
" Relax. You'll only make it worse! You are too slagging tight!"
Starscream whimpered quietly in an effort to keep still but the sensation between his legs was alien and he wasn't sure if he liked it. He came here to die, not lose his virginity! And at that thought he lashed out with his peds and struck Megatron on the chassies sent him flying. The digits were ripped from his valve and caused a wave of pain that forced the Seeker into a ball. He whimpered loudly and offlined his optics as the pain flared.
" You little fool!' Megatron approached him again and grabbed his legs to drag him over to the edge of the berth. " You could have caused damage to yourself! Open your legs and show me or I will make you walk down the corridor like that to go to Hook and tell him that you were self servicing!"
Starscream thought for a minute and took the less humiliating route, or what he hoped was the less humiliating . . .He opened his legs and watched as Megatron crouched on the floor, his helm between the Seeker's thighs. He felt the servos at the edge of his valve and could swear that he felt Megatron's breath there as well. He heard Megatron sigh through his vents.
" No damage," Megatron looked up " We shall continue where we left off, you can't stop now!"
Before Starscream could complain, the Warlord penetrated the valve again, only this time he did it gently. He soothed the walls of Starscream's valve with the single digit within. Starscream was puzzled as to why the otherwise rough mech was being so gentle. He didn't know that Starscream was a virgin did he? If so, the Seeker doubted that Megatron would go easy anyway. Maybe he was playing another one of his mind games?
A second digit slipped in and Starscream tensed, resulting in him getting a small smack on the hip.
" Don't do that! You will only make it hurt," Megatron purred " You are getting looser though . . ."
Starscream relaxed slowly as he allowed the feeling of the two digits inside of him to calm him to a point. He still wasn't to impressed by this, but he forced himself to relax.
He felt a third digit press against the rim of his valve but it didn't go any further. He looked down at Megatron to find the Warlord looking back at him. Was he asking for permission? Starscream only sat there and stared until Megatron grunted and slowly Starscream nodded. Why he nodded he didn't know but he blamed it on shock, shock from Megatron asking if he could go ahead. Megatron never asked for anything. He took what he wanted and did what he wanted to do. No one could get in his way.
The third digit slowly entered him and he moaned. To his surprise it didn't hurt as much as when the second digit did. He arched up when Megatron hit a bundle of sensors within him. His optics flashed on and off as he whimpered and moaned. The pressure was a little uncomfortable but he quickly overcame it. Then Megatron started to pump his digits in and out and Starscream lost any self control he had left. He bucked and squirmed, moans escaping him at a high frequency. He could feel an energy build up, his overload was swift approaching.
" See? You should trust me more often!" Megatron purred as he stood up and removed his digits. Starscream gave a soft whine at the loss and Megatron chuckled
" Trust you? And why would I do that?" Starscream hissed with a nervous smile on his faceplate.
" Because you should. . ." Megatron smiled back.
Starscream nearly jumped out of his armour. He had never seen Megatron smile like that before and it aroused suspicions. He narrowed his optics when he realised why Megatron was standing.
" Hold on! What are you doing?"
Megatron rolled his optics and Starscream heard a several clicks and knew that Megatron had removed his crotch plate. He sat up in fright and wished he hadn't.
Starscream had heard rumours about how big Megatron was, but only now did he realise that he really was big. He stared in awe before he remembered where that was going. He looked to Megatron in alarm and nearly sobbed.
" You can't be serious!" Starscream bared his dentals " That," he spat, pointing at Megatron's cord. " Is not going anywhere near my valve!"
" Come now Starscream! You need release! I can feel your overload." Megatron tilted his helm in hurt, whether it was real hurt or not, Starscream could only guess " This is the only way I shall continue."
" Do I not get a say in the matter? It will be me feeling it! Not you!" Suddenly Starscream felt angry, he suddenly realised why he was here on his back and exposed. " I am not a pleasure bot! I won't sit down and allow you to use me to for fill your desire and pleasure. I won't . . ."
" Starscream! Please, calm down. That is not what is going on here!" Megatron frowned and really did look hurt this time. " I am not using you! Wasn't it I who just pleasured you a moment ago?"
Starscream remained silent. If Megatron had wanted him for his own pleasure he would have taken it by now. Was Megatron really being serious? Was he hurt by his words?
" Let me finish this?"
Starscream shivered, Megatron was asking for permission again? Did he miss something?
" Why?"
Megatron gave him a look " Why what?"
" Why are you asking?"
Megatron suddenly looked pissed, really, really pissed. " Fine! If that's how you want it!"
Starscream cried out as Megatron tried to force his cord into his valve. He lifted his hips up and felt Megatron's cord slid under his back. It was hot and smooth and he suddenly felt like he needed it. He controlled the desire and tried to twist free, but he forgot about his wings. His left wing bent under the pressure and he cried out in pain just as Megatron grabbed his hip and yanked him back. Starscream reacted on instinct. He lifted his peds and planted both on Megatron's stomach. He didn't gain enough momentum to kick Megatron away but he did succeed in pushing Megatron out of range of his valve. Pain blocked his vision for a second or two and he couldn't hold back the small sob that escaped his vocal processor.
His vents hissed as he gasped. Megatron had a firm grip on his thighs but he didn't try to push forward or swat Starscream's legs away. He just stood there with the Seeker's peds on his abdominal plating. He was bent forward slightly with his helm facing up at Starscream's.
" Make up your mind! What way do you want it? You aren't leaving here until after I have been sheathed in you!" The Warlord growled.
Starscream realised that he was shaking and muttered curses. His overload was still there. It hung over him, begging him. He held in a sob of pure dismay. He really wished that his plan had gone accordingly.
Megatron's face relaxed a bit and he began to trace soothing circles on Starscream's thighs.
" Shh! I won't hurt you! You have my word." His voice was soft and his gaze light. Somewhere in the back of his processor, a voice yelled at the Seeker that Megatron was telling the truth, but past experiences told him other wise. " Come on Starscream! You need the overload!" It almost sounded . . .desperate.
Starscream hesitated for a moment that felt like a lifetime, then slowly, he relaxed his legs and let them slid off Megatron's front. Megatron gave him a soft smile before he moved forward. He stretched up to stroke Starscream's damaged wing. Starscream hissed at the pain but, it was a good pain, and that surprised him. Megatron braced a servo on Starscream's chassies before he began to bend the wing back into it's original shape.
That finished he brought his servos down Starscream's frame, rubbing sensors and soothing Starscream's unease, to rest them on his hips. He lined himself up, the tip of his cord lightly touching the rim of Starscream's valve. Starscream gritted his dentals and offlined his optics, awaiting the intrusion. None came.
" Online your optics. Relax or it will hurt."
Starscream obeyed and onlined his optics. He focused them on the ceiling above him. It was slanted. Megatron waited till he had relaxed enough and pushed in to the wet heat of his valve. He arched up and cried out, in pain or pleasure, he wasn't sure. Megatron got in halfway before he slowly pulled out again. His cord scarped against every node and wire within Starscream's valve causing the jet to moan and whimper. Megatron grunted as he pushed in again, this time to the hilt.
Starscream howled in pain. His processor became foggy and his optics unfocused. He felt like he was splitting in two.
" Stop! . . . .It . . . . . .It hurts!" He gasped.
Megatron ceased moving and whispered encouragement in a soothing manner. He circled his thumbs on Starscream's hips as the jet bucked and whimpered. Starscream's pleas quietened when his valve adjusted to Megatron's girth. He could feel his internal ports sparking, requesting a link up. He panted loudly. Vents working to cool him down.
Megatron pulled out again and sent Starscream back into a squirming mass. The pain became dull and waves of pleasure replaced it. With each thrust he'd cried out in ecstasy. The pace was slow and steady and Starscream found himself enjoying the feel of someone inside him. Before he could stop himself, he cried out,
" Please! Faster!"
and Megatron only granted his wish. He picked up the pace at a steady rate. He occasionally threw his helm back with a groan or grunt as he pushed forward with his hips. The sight would've been erotic if there were witnesses. Starscream sprawled out on a berth with Megatron thrusting between his legs. Both lost in blissful waves of pleasure as their overloads crept closer.
Megatron thrust hard and buried himself deep within Starscream. He stopped and looked up at Starscream who looked back. Then he pushed Starscream back and clambered onto the berth and lay on top of him, all the while remaining sheathed in the Seeker's valve. Starscream allowed Megatron to take full control as he felt two of Megatron's spikes slide through his valve. They poked around till they found Starscream's internal ports and instantly connected.
Starscream's being was tossed into a world of overwhelming pleasure as soon as the connection was made. Nothing else existed but the pleasure, the connection and . . . .Megatron. He could feel him. Feel his spark, feel his presence. He wasn't afraid. The presence was comforting as wave upon wave of energy was sent through the connection.
Before he knew it, his overload consumed him. He howled in pure bliss as the pleasure coursed through his systems. His body reached a very high temperature as he reached his climax, he was vaguely aware of Megatron's roar as he overloaded within his valve. He could feel the foreign lubricant gush into him.
In post overload bliss he felt satisfied, maybe even happy and . . . . free. That was his last thought as he drifted into recharge.
* * * * *
Starscream woke up slowly. First, he registered the pain in his lower abdominal region. The second thing he done was wonder why he was in such discomfort. He onlined his optics to see a slanted ceiling rather then a flat one. He was in someone else's quarters! But he didn't feel panicked. On the contrary, he felt more relaxed then he ever remembered being. He tried to sit only to find that he was being held securely to the berth by a white arm with an all too familiar fushion cannon mounted on it.
Now he was panicked. What did he do wrong? Then he realised that the weapon was cold an inactive. He turned his helm to the right to see Megatron's faceplate right beside his. Megatron was still in recharge, his optics dull. What? What was he doing here, in his leader's arms and no doubt on his berth, with a recharging Megatron?
Memories from the previous day came flooding back, and he smiled. Now that he had a clear processor, he ran through things bit by bit and came to a conclusion. That Megatron cared for him! Why else would he have been so gentle? So caring? And he had seemed desperate too, but that may have only been strong arousal,or could it?
The frame next to him shifted and Megatron's blood red optics came to life. His groggy expression didn't disappear when he saw Starscream, it became lazy, content.
" Shouldn't you be worried about me trying to kill you or something?" Starscream asked, slightly annoyed when a servo came up to stroke his faceplate, he didn't pull away.
" Should I be?" Even his voice sounded lazy.
Starscream smiled " Maybe."
Megatron chuckled lightly. His other servo stroked Starscream's crotch plate. " Mine!" He whispered.
" I do believe that it's mine Mighty Leader!" Megatron growled playfully " But I'll share!"
Megatron sat up " Only with me, as I am the one who claimed you!" Starscream frowned " You were a virgin."
Starscream gaped. " How . . . .?"
" Shh my little Seeker. You were far too tight and squirmish not to be. You were extremely sensitive too, every mech is on their first. Not that they get less pleasurable each time."
Starscream snarled " What do you mean 'only with you'? And 'squirmish' isn't a word!"
Megatron leaned forward so that their faceplates were mere inches apart.
" I want to bond with you."
Starscream's optics widened. He searched Megatron's faceplate for some sign that this was a joke.
" I mean it."
Megatron pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. Starscream instantly forgot everything and his servos shot forward to grab Megatron's helm. Megatron caught them in his own and pulled back, laughing softly.
" Not now. Now we have an army to organise." Megatron sat up fully and slid of the berth.
Starscream followed with a pout decorating his facelplate. Each step was uncomfortable but he continued anyway, trying not to show it. Megatron raised an optic ridge at him and for the first time Starscream realised that he was clean. Their was no lubricant stains on his thighs or anywhere else on his body. He glanced back at the berth to find it spotless also. Megatron caught him looking down at himself and at the berth.
" You went straight into recharge after you overloaded. I cleaned us both up, and the berth." Then he placed a servo on Starscream's shoulder and his expression became concerned. " You are in pain."
Starscream felt something snap " Of course I am! Like you said, I was a virgin before you stabbed me with your . . . . with your . . . . . I can't even call it a cord. More like your third arm!"
Megatron laughed at his second's outburst and Starscream gave him a smack.
" It isn't funny!"
Megatron didn't even seem to notice the smack, if he did then he ignored it. " Oh Starscream, don't be such a drama queen! However I shall take it as a compliment."
" I AM NOT A FEMME!"
Megatron threw his head back and really laughed while Starscream huffed.
" I never said you were! Come. I might be able to get you something from Hook."
Starscream's optics widened.
" Pit no!"
Megatron gave him a confused look.
" I am not going to Hook because then he will tell everyone that I got fragged by you and then . . . .and then . . ." Megatron enclosed Starscream in a hug and kissed him deep on the lips.
" I will ask Hook while you go else where."
Starscream narrowed his optics. Starscream wasn't Megatron's first. He knew that, but knowing still didn't ease anything, and judging by that last comment it appeared that Megatron often had a berth mate. " How many?" He hissed
Megatron shrugged " I don't know, but each time I would always imagine . . .. .. " He grunted " Lets go. we are wasting time standing around!"
Starscream gave a grunt of his own " You would always imagine . . .?"
Megatron gave him a strange look and muttered something.
" What?"
Megatron sighed " You. I would always imagine that they were you." Megatron made another strange face and turned to walk out of the room.
" How long?"
The white Warlord stopped " Since the first time I saw you."
" What stopped you? Why so long?"
Megatron half turned to look over his shoulder. " Because I feared that you'd reject me." Then he walked out of the room leaving a stunned, tricoloured Seeker in his wake.
Okay there you go. Should I continue this or leave it as it is? Your choice. I have part of a plot if people whish for this to continue. Please review. All kinds of criticism welcomed.