Traitor's Ritual
Starscream slips into the room where his Lord is sitting in his personal throne. He greets the warlord with a few simple words of acknowledgement and smiles when the other remains in his silent oblivion.
Starscream slides closer to Megatron's throne and curls his servo across Megatron's face plates, cupping them and bringing Megatron closer to him. "So messy," he mutters softly, glossa poking out to swipe up the crisps of dried energon on the Lord Protector's frame. "Any strange mech would assume you a common slave."
A small chuckle erupts through Starscream's vocalizor as his glossa moves from Megatron's cheek to his bottom lip. He swipes across it and bites down softly, taking it between his lips and sucking on the metal with a soft murmur of appreciation. Megatron remains silent, still and stoic.
Starscream pulls back from his games on Megatron's lips and kisses them softly; no hint of betrayal or hatred in that kiss. He pulls back once more and takes Megatron's fingers placing them on his port casing and whimpering at the heat already moulding within.
He retracts the port with nothing but simplicity and allows himself to drench Megatron's fingers in his own fluid before raising those fingers to his mouth and licking the lubricant free. Megatron does not watch.
"Pharaoh?" A small voice calls from outside the room. Starscream turns with angry, lust warmed optics before replacing his casing back into its original place and opening the door to greet the small, startled messenger. The small Decepticon looks up with frightened optics but Starscream places a servo on his shoulder and smiles.
"Yes?" He murmurs softly, a voice full of warmth. The messenger shakes and pulls his data pad up closer to his face, inspecting the words and reading them. Starscream watches, his body blocking the messenger from seeing Megatron's.
"The Autobot h-he wishes to call a meeting, just you and he."
A smirk curls onto Starscream's face plates as he nods and pushes the messenger. "Tell him to contact me directly, we will have this meeting when I see fit." Starscream turns to look over his shoulder at the frightened little thing. "Tell him to ready himself."
The messenger shuts the door as he runs back to the Autobot leader's screen, following the orders of the Pharaoh with anything but the knowledge of the twisted one himself.
Starscream sits on Megatron's lap, curling lifeless arms around his waist and kissing nimble, strong, killing fingers softly with treacherous poison on his glossa. "It seems I have no further use for you," he whispers.
The Pharaoh clears his throat and jumps from Megatron's lap, smoothing down his chassis and running his fingers over the silk of his berth. "Well, if that is the case who am I to be so rude to deny a meeting with Prime?" Starscream smiles and opens a link to the leader of the Autobot himself, and after their short conversation a meeting is scheduled and Megatron's disposal is taken care of.
"Pity," the Seeker whispers as he presses a final kiss to Megatron's cold lips. "You were such fun."
The lifeless gladiator does nothing but fall to the side as Starscream slips away from him. The Pharaoh licks his fingers and removes them from his mouth with a pop before escaping the room and it's deadly stench.
This is what my mind conjurs up in a moment when I see Mega/Star pictures on dA.
This is the TF:A universe, so, yeah. It makes more sense that way, it's not really TF:A because of the whole "Pharaoh" thing and stuff. 8D
I hope you like it, and don't find me too sick for liking and writing this stuff - reviews mean more stories!