Title: Ensnared By The Seeker
A/N: Careless, inattentive, controlling and spiteful are what come to mind when I imagine Starscream having any sort of relationship with a love interest. To me, he comes across as more of a lust than love kind of guy. He is after all, a very devious and tricky character.
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Treacherous and spineless, callous and cruel
He looks on in quiet contemplation
Speaking with an unsympathetic drawl
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Crimson eyes glare, unpitying and cold
Observing the actions of his captive
So steadfast controlled
A loathsome reply his captive utters
In disbelief he curses and stutters
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Talons grip harshly in impatience and frustration
Features contort into a scowl of irritation
Anger so unrestrained, so vast
He splutters in fury and seethes and rasps
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He struts about with a superior air
Optics flash dangerously in a possessive glare
Loathsome and repellent, insensitive and ruthless
He pauses before her, intentions translucent
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He whispers close to a sensitive ear
His captive's eyes widen in anticipation and fear
Thin lips then curve into a leering smile
A treacherous mouth filled with such poisonous bile
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Sharp talons greedily grip and pry
An exuberant glow now fills his eyes
They shudder at his indecorous touch
His dark, devious whispers becoming too much
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Lips crushed with force, limbs collide in frenzy
His desire his own downfall, his invisible enemy
Cruelly and relentlessly with such pent-up passion
Talons scratch and pry in a possessive fashion
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Biting and gnawing he squeezes and grasps
Humming greedily, absorbed in his task
A slither of silver, vast cables and shaft
His breath escapes in swift uncontrolled hisses and rasps
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A sinister cackle, a devious simper
An iron resolve now shattered and splintered
Engines roar, he is in flight once again
Abandoning his conquest and relishing their pain
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Uncompassionate and selfish, arrogant and cold
A detached and intimidating demeanor he easily upholds
The pain is his pleasure, so conceited and sly
His spark belongs to no one
Only the skies.