Okay so first story in a while and I'm hoping that this turns out right. Reviews and comments are welcomed, I just ask that nothing hateful is said. This story may have some triggers, I'm unsure of how bad but I will go ahead and warn you all.

Now to the story. I hope you enjoy it.

XOXOXO

It always came back to this, even if the beginning was different. Some days it was a failed plan, and most of the time it wasn't his that failed. Some days it was a lost battle, others it could be someone did something wrong, but most, he simply walked or talked wrong. No matter what happened to get to this point, it always started the same.

A body part would be grabbed, a wing, the upper arm, and sometimes even his helm. Sharp heels would dig into the metal below them as he begged for forgiveness for something he hadn't done. Claws would dig into the large metal arm that held him, not harming, but trying to pry the large servos away from him.

The only response would be an angry growl, a few snapped words and the tightening of said servo. The heat of his fusion cannon would be felt by any of those unfortunate enough to be caught in their way. Some lived, most died, but the larger mech didn't care, all that matter was that the smaller one learned once again who was in charge.

The doors would slide open and as soon as there was enough space, the smaller one would be thrown in carelessly. He would often end up with a bent wing from it, but it didn't matter to him. Despite how much he hated the treatment, hated the feeling of the beatings, of the gashes that leaked energon, his love for the mech doing so over came it all.

Over time he began to crave it, the pain and the pleasure. He would purposefully do things to receive his "punishment", and his lord would gladly give it. His helm would be pushed up against the wall as sharp fingers grabbed at his plating, tearing it away from his body. He would always shiver at the feeling of rough fingers purposefully teasing him. His mind would reveal in the feeling, hoping but knowing that it was never true.

The mech would laugh and tell him what he had done wrong over and over, telling him that he was a failure, that even those under him had better plans than him, but in his mind it was words of love and encouragement. He knew that the mech would never return his feelings, it would take a miracle, and that miracle happened to be him breaking.

XOXOXO

"Soundwave! Where is Starscream?!" Despite how many times his voice would fill the bridge, it never failed to make the Eradicons jump. Now the mech being called on the other hand, it did nothing. He simply turned his helm towards his leader with a map on his faceplates.

Starscream was still in the medbay, still resting from the previous nights beating. Knockout was taking care of him, though Starscream pushed away what little help the medic was able to give. He couldn't help but stare at the seeker with pity. He and Breakdown had their ups and downs, but Megatron knew nothing of Starscreams feelings towards him. He could slowly see the seeker breaking. Every time he came into his medbay after a beating he looked more and more defeated, but this time, something was different.

The seeker didn't speak, barely acknowledged Knockout, even when the medic started talking about his paint job and finish. Normally that would cause the seeker to get frustrated and snap at him, this time however, Starscream simply stared at the ceiling, as if he couldn't respond to the world around him at all.

Knockout was worried, this wasn't the commander he was used to. This was a mech who had been through too much. A mech who had given up all hope of things getting better. He went to check the seekers spark for any breaks, but loud pedefalls and a rough shove to his shoulder prevented that from happening.

Megatron had contemplated the entire trip down to the medbay what he would do to the seeker for being late to his post, but the look on the seekers face when he entered the room struck something in his spark. This was not his seeker. His seeker would fight back, would immediately start yelling at him in his screechy voice. The seeker in front of him was cowering and letting loose small whimpers. Maybe he had went to far...or maybe this was one of Starscreams ploys to get close to him. That thought ignited the anger in his spark and his annoyance at the seeker.

No words left the leader as he grabbed the seekers arm and hauled him off the berth. Starscream could do little more than follow the motion, barely catching himself as his pedes hit the ground. Knockout watched, unable to do anything. If Starscream had still been healing he could've pulled rank, but the healing going on now was mentally, and he could do nothing for the seeker but watch and pray to Primus that Megatron wouldn't do something even worse this time.

Starscream stumbled along side the warlord, barely able to keep himself standing. His wings, normally high on his back no matter if Megatron was dragging him or if he was walking by himself, were low on his back and trembling softly. Once bright ruby red optics now stared dully at the floor in front of him. Any words that were spoken simply grazed past his audio. Though they were not needed. He knew his job, so when he was thrown in front of his station he simply stood back up and started working.

It was hard not to notice how the seeker was acting, but no one was brave enough to ask him why, except for one Eradicon, who most would say that he wasn't brave, he was stupid. The Eradicon walked slowly up to the seeker, holding a datapad that no one else was brave enough to bring to him, in fear that he would turn and stab then with his servo, as he had done to the Autobot they had captured. But as he gently tapped the seekers arm, nothing happened. Starscream didn't turn and yell at him for touching him, he didn't growl, didn't slap away the offending servo, he simply turned his helm to look at the Eradicon.

"Ah...h-here you are commander! Y-your requested report o-on the speeds of the Vehicons!" One would be stupid not to stutter in front of the seeker, but what he did next almost caused the Eradicon and the ones listening in to offline.

"Oh...Thank you Steve." The seeker offered a small sad smile as he took the datapad and turned back to his work. It was hard not to notice how slow the seeker was, or how much he shook for the simply motion of taking the datapad, but Steve said nothing. How could he in front of Megatron? So he turned and went back to his duties, thinking over the odd behavior from the commander. Soundwave also noticed and put it in his files to go over on his down time, but went back to work as if nothing had happened. Though his curiosity over how his Lord had reacted was gnawing at his spark. So he spared a quick look at said mech, but nothing seemed different about him. He was still glaring as he looked round the room, his arms laid out along their rest and his body relaxed in his makeshift 'throne'. Maybe he had finally gotten through to the seeker, but the seeker would be more...obedient, not this 'happy' facade. It was something to look into, that was for sure.

XOXOXO

Okay short chapter I know, but I'm just really curious if this looks good or if I need to work on the story line, and if so, I have a nice short story to work on instead.