Megatron dragged Starscream back to his quarters. Starscream didn't scream or kick or fight, but he did grumble. He held onto Megatron's wrist and tottered after him, unsteady on his thrusters after the treatment Megatron had just given him. If he was honest, Megatron himself wasn't sure his equilibrium was a hundred percent correct. He was still reeling from the bizarre change of heart Starscream had had, and nigglingly aware that this was not the "real" Air Commander. Still, he was real enough, and Megatron was damned if he was going to miss out on this opportunity.
Megatron had set aside a portion of the maze-like caverns as his own private chambers, and had installed a sliding door at the entrance, complete with a lock. Starscream waited until the door was locked before pulling free of Megatron's hold.
The tyrant wheeled on him, sure that this was the time of betrayal. Starscream laughed sharply and watched him with an asymmetrical grin. He took a couple of dancing steps backward, then turned on his heel and swayed his way deeper into the suite of caves.
Megatron shutterblinked, then gave a deep, rumbling growl and followed.
He found Starscream in his berth-room. The seeker was perched on the edge of the raised, padded platform Megatron used as a recharge berth – the best he could do using limited, primitive Earth materials –with his legs crossed and a coquettish, smug look on his face. Megatron leaned on the rough-hewn door-frame. He folded his arms and watched Starscream.
"My lord...?" Starscream's vocals were oily as always, but now with a breathy undertone, perhaps the result of their earlier exertion. Or perhaps not. Starscream stretched back, leaning his weight on his hands and elegantly extending his chassis. His cockpit gleamed in the dim, violet light, and Megatron felt a coil of dark curiosity unfurl in his spark. He slowly crossed the room and stood before the seeker, looming over him.
Starscream let his hands slide to the sides and lowered his back to the berth. He uncrossed his legs and drew them up, placing his heels on the edge of the berth and spreading his thighs. Megatron was almost disgusted at the seeker's vulgarity. He still put his hands on Starscream's knees and pushed his legs out a little wider, though. Starscream hummed happily and folded his arms behind his helm. "Sir?"
"What do you want, Starscream?" Megatron wasn't sure what he hoped Starscream would answer.
"To serve you," Starscream said. Megatron was disconcertingly sure it wasn't that. "Of course."
"Are you a just pleasure drone, now...?" Megatron said. He pushed Starscream further up the berth and made room for himself to kneel between the jet's thighs. He settled himself on the berth and laced Starscream's legs around his hips. He looked down at his new and unexpected prize.
"Do you want me to be?" Starscream smirked and wriggled, deliberately provocatively. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, face to face with Megatron, and purred, "I'm anything you want me to be."
Megatron growled and caught him in a kiss. He pawed at Starscream's small waist and crushed him against his chassis. A beat later he pushed Starscream back down onto the berth and started rubbing and prying at the seeker's cockpit.
Starscream grabbed his wrists, and Megatron paused. He held Starscream's optics. Neither said anything. After a charged silence, Starscream relaxed his hands and slumped back. He tilted his head back and shuttered his optics. "Whatever Lord Megatron wants."
Megatron's lip curled. He ran his fingers firmly over the fine seams at the edges of Starscream's cockpit until he figured out how to slide it back. He felt Starscream tense, but ignored him. He wanted to see.
Starscream's spark chamber was still empty. Megatron wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed.
"Satisfied?" Megatron looked up to see Starscream watching him with dimmed crimson optics. The jet's expression was unreadable, but his tone was enough.
"Isn't that your job?"
"Exactly." Starscream trailed his fingertips down his chest and dipped them into the empty cavity where once his soul pulsed brightly. He arched his back, artful and deliberate. Like a pro. Megatron pressed himself against the seeker's lithe body and kissed him hard. Starscream relaxed and twined his limbs around Megatron. Megatron slipped his spike into Starscream's still-uncovered valve and let out a sigh. Starscream was hot and soft around him, his frame pliant.
Megatron went slower this time, taking the time to grind and rock, and enjoy every little sensation. Starscream made small sounds almost of surprise, and when Megatron stopped kissing him he latched onto the older mech's shoulder and bit and suckled. His hands slid up and down Megatron's back, and his nimble talons tweaked and teased at ridges and curves of his armour, mapping out every plate and every component.
Megatron disentangled himself from Starscream's arms and knelt upright. He continued to fuck the seeker with a steady rhythm, tensing his lower abdomen and rocking his hips. He could watch Starscream better like this. He was transfixed with that empty chamber. Starscream, as if sensing this, ran his hands over his own frameand dipped his fingers into the chamber to rub and stroke over the sensors and surfaces within it.
Megatron was almost repulsed by it, but it still drove him to fuck Starscream harder. He gripped one of Starscream's thighs, and grabbed a foot with his free hand. He pulled it up to inspect the thruster, and then pushed two fingers into the turbine. Starscream squeaked and jerked beneath him, and Megatron watched, pleased, as he overloaded.
"Mm..." He slipped out of Starscream. "Turn over."
"W-what...?" Starscream was still pleasantly dazed from his overload. He stretched luxuriantly on the berth. "Mm... yeah... I mean, yes sir..." He managed to sit up and start to turn, and Megatron "helped" him by grabbing his hips and roughly manoeuvring him onto all fours. He pulled Starscream's knees apart, spread his aft, and thrust back into his valve. He stretched over the jet's back and grabbed the tops of his wings. He used these to pull Starscream back onto him, smoothly at first, but gradually getting faster. Starscream certainly seemed to appreciate the contact to his wings. Megatron had never really considered the wings' sensitivity before, all the times he had grabbed them and moulded them out of shape. Now, though, he could see the myth about a seeker's wings being another erogenous zone was true after all. Starscream yowled and clawed at the berth; he would have pressed his helm down but Megatron's hold on his wings forced him to arch prettily instead. Megatron growled, enjoying the show. He forced Starscream back onto his spike faster, plunging his length in deep with every jerking thrust.
He let go of the wings and pressed the seeker down. He leaned one forearm on the back of Starscream's helm and pressed the jet's face to the berth, and with his other hand he held onto one wing. He continued to rut hard until he came, and when he did he bit at the edge of the wing hard enough to leave a decorative mark.
He didn't pull out right away. Instead he slumped atop the seeker, pinning him down with his weight. His fans were overworked, and his frame ached sweetly. He idly pinched Starscream's thigh and aft. Starscream made a noise of protest and wriggled.
Megatron wondered what he should do with Starscream now. He couldn't just leave him wandering around loose, and he definitely couldn't stay in the same chamber Megatron used for recharge. He didn't trust Starscream that much, not even after this. He mused on where to keep his new pet until Starscream squirmed a bit too much, and Megatron grumbled and benevolently propped himself up on his arms. He slid his spike, still sensitive as it was, from Starscream's valve, and rubbed it over Starscream's aft, cleaning himself off and leaving a smear of lubricant and transfluid on the seeker's plating.
"You making a mess of my armour?" Starscream said sleepily.
"I'll clean you up later. Maybe." Megatron liked the idea of leaving Starscream covered in, and leaking, his come for a while first.
Ignoring his complaining joints, Megatron hauled himself off the berth and to his feet. He grabbed Starscream's ankle and pulled him to the berth's edge, and Starscream yelped and complained. Megatron swatted away Starscream's fussing and slung him onto his shoulder.
"I'll see you to your new quarters."
"This is not dignified," Starscream growled, squirming.
Megatron grabbed the seeker's aft, so temptingly positioned, and squeezed hard. "Says the pleasure drone. Now mute it."
Starscream didn't stop struggling, but he did shut up. Megatron carried him out of his chambers and down the hall a way, into a seldom used, rather more derelict area of the mines. There was a small cave here, also fitted with a locking door, which they used for what few supplies they had. He unlocked the door and threw Starscream inside.
The seeker tumbled gracelessly to the floor and pushed himself to his knees, looking rumpled and indignant. Megatron could see he was biting back his rage, which in itself was a new phenomenon for Starscream.
"Recharge. You'll need your energy later," Megatron said, and before Starscream could squawk a reply he shut the door and sealed it with a unique pass-code. Starscream would be imprisoned inside his new chamber until such time as Megatron felt like using him again. Which Megatron knew would be very soon.
He stretched out his back and winced. He needed to rest first, though.