Yesterday
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Chapter 1
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Kup looked down upon the seeker kneeling just beyond the doorway, the former Prince of Vos awaiting his return. Behind him upon the table was a cube of energon. "Well. Now this is a pleasant surprise," the old mech remarked.
The seeker did not look up, but kept his face downcast. "Thank you, sir."
"I see that you've finally learned your place."
"Yessir."
"It looks pretty good in here."
"Thank you, sir."
Kup shut the door, set down his work bag, and moved to the table. He looked about before sitting. The apartment was in order—everything tidied up and dusted and set just so. Being a housemaid really was a waste of Starscream's talent, but what else was Kup going to do with the seeker? His rank meant nothing in the new order. The royal houses had all been disbanded. The fact that he had been Megatron's right hand mech through most of the war meant nothing either. Taking the cube, Kup sat and put his feet up on a footstool. "Anything happen today?"
"Nothing, sir," responded the seeker.
"Good. That's the way the Peace should be. Peaceful. I fought long enough that I deserve days in which nothing happens." He drank.
"Of course, sir."
Kup stared at the seeker, now on his knees with a damp cloth, busily wiping down his keeper's feet before moving on to the wheel-wells. He really had broken Starscream's spirit. Neither Optimus nor Rodimus nor Magnus could do it. But the old soldier had. Starscream had been a whimpering, sniveling wreck last night, the likes of which no one would ever have believed that the pride of Vos could be reduced to.
"Starscream?"
"Sir?"
"I'm going to retire early. But it was extremely dusty at work today. I'm going to need more than just a wiping down. Go warm up the washroom, would you?"
"Of course, sir."
The seeker rose and moved with near silence down the hallway. Soon the sound of the heater and the jetting showerheads followed.
Kup threw back the last of the energon in the cube before following after his servant. And in the washrack he stepped right into the flow. "Bathe me," was the simple command.
The grey mech stood there as the seeker washed him. Admittedly this was the most luxurious thing in his life—hot water and someone to scrub his frame. They'd always said that seekers had a thing for cleanliness, but he'd never expected it to be this good. The mech scrubbed carefully and thoughtfully and with wonderful balance between thorough and pleasurable. And when Kup decided that he was clean enough, he stepped from the shower and stood there while Starscream dried him off. When the first towel became too damp, he hung it up and fetched a second one to continue with. And Kup loved every moment. The seeker's touch was almost as good as a massage. By the time they were done, he was wonderfully warm and clean and tingling. "Starscream, you did a fine job," Kup praised.
"Thank you, sir."
"Now go warm my berth up. It does my old circuits good, you know."
"Of course, sir." Starscream hung up the towel he'd been working over himself—the second one he'd used on his master—and moved off to the bedroom.
When Kup eventually followed, it was as expected. Starscream was there in his berth, the thermal cover pulled over him, the thick pad beneath him warming with the heat of his frame. And on seeing his caretaker enter, he immediately hopped out and straightened the covers. "It's ready for you, sir," he said, casting his optics to the floor again.
"Thank you, Starscream. Now go make sure the apartment is secure for the night, and then return here."
"Return, sir?"
Kup smirked. Normally he retired well after Kup had fallen asleep, tucking down on the pallet stored beneath the couch in the main room. Ever since Kup had brought him home in shackles and manacles, he'd slept upon it. "Yes. Return."
"Yessir," was the unsteady reply.
"Thank you, Starscream."
Kup climbed into the berth as the mech went out to close the shutters and lock the door. The morning storms that so often rolled into Iacon were not to be underestimated. The previous day's storm had been of his own doing, though. And boy could Kup rage when the opportunity called for it.
Starscream returned and stood in the doorway looking awkward. "Starscream, close the door and then come get in bed with me."
"Sir?"
"Come sleep up here tonight. With me."
"With you?" Red optics, both still cracked from the previous day, opened wide. His feet moved back toward the door.
"You've been a good mech today. You've earned it."
"Sir, I... I don't deserve it."
Kup felt the tension at the edge of Starscream's EM field—tension and fear but for once no anger. "You do deserve it. Come up here where it's warm."
"Yessir."
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"Yesterday" concludes in Chapter 2.
Warning: Chapter 2 is not for the faint of heart. Expect dub-con, non-con, violation, physical punishment, sticky sex, unwanted comfort, forced overloads, and the full story of what happened 'yesterday'
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