A/N:
Dendey: So, after keeping our readers waiting in suspense for so long, we've finally decided to upload another chapter.
Xobit Prime: evul are we... yesssssss
Dendey: I do guess that our readers already noticed that, but oh well, I love ta hear it from ya! :D
Xobit Prime: Hey, it's fact we are the most evul people in the world MUHAHAHAW
Dendey: Second that Prime and as we still don't own the wonderful Transformers we have, 'evul' as we are, decided to play with them again anyway! :D No copyright infringement intended and all that bla, bla, bla...Anything to add 'bit?
Xobit Prime: nah let them have smut and smut and ... more smut :D
Dendey: Okay then, let the unauthorised playing session begin! 'cheers'
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Afterwards
he hung limp in Megatrons grip, shivering from the sheer force of it.
His body was overheated and his cooling fans had stopped working. His
processer was a boiling mass of fear, confusion and panic.
"P-Please
I did n-n-not mea-mean to overload-d, p-please believe me! I'm-I'm
SORRY! I'll do any-anything to m-make it up to you Lord M-Megatron,
I tried! I swear I did my be-est" the words tumbled out of him, it
was not that he feared punishment… irrationally he feared something
else.
"P-please forgive my la-lack of control… P-PLEASE DON'T
LEAV" his systems mercifully chose that moment to force a reboot,
and he off-lined.
Leave? Now why would he leave the seeker now? They still hadn't reached an overload with their sparks merged and he never left the mech alone before that, as he should know by now. He used the time Starscream needed to reboot his systems by tying him up the same way he'd done the first time when he'd been alone with the air commander in his lab, but this time he wasn't on a quest for refined energon, but a refined mech. He'd show the seeker how it was done and if it took the whole seventeen breems until Thundercracker arrived at the lab, then so be it! Patience wasn't exactly an ability Megatron could pride himself to have, actually he lacked it quite a lot and so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him that he couldn't resist until the mech was back online. He wanted to touch him then and there, so that was what he did. He went over to the wall and pressed his chassis up along that of the seeker and began to lick at the energon-line in the mechs neck joint from which he just couldn't seem to keep his glossa...
He woke to an all too familiar setting bound to the wall… or maybe not so familiar, Megatron was pressed against him and he could feel him lick at… at Primus he just could not leave that energon-line alone. Not that Starscream intended to complain, but it was driving his poor processer into a fritz. He jerked in his bounds at the feelings and moaned helplessly in surprise when his spark flared. That should have been impossible, he had not been off-line for enough time to be even remotely energized enough to another overload… however his spark happily disagreed.
"Back
with the functionings I gather.", he chuckled lightly and traced
his hands over the tips of the seekers wings and down to the
junctions where they connected with the battle armor of the seekers
torso.
"Tell me Starscream...what do you estimate how long it
took you to off-line?", the whisper carried over the still slightly
heated air-vents of the air commander and Megatron marvelled at the
fact that he'd reduced the mech to that. A heated hull for a spark,
directed by his sparks requests and desires, which he professionally
triggered by his ministrations. Only thinking about it already made
his spark tingle and the spark flare the seeker sent his way was an
indication of enjoyment, if he'd ever felt one!
He
was surprised and unnerved by the question.
"I-I don't know L-Lord Megatron… I d-did not…" he
trailed off unsure how to tell his Leader he had been unable to keep
track of anything when the overload hit him. Well tell him that and
not sound like a sniveling sycophant, and he did not want to be that
nor did he want to be seen as incompetent! But he really had no idea
how to answer…
"Not long enough, that's the answer your searching for. You absolutely need to learn more restraint!", he informed the seeker in a forceful tone of voice and felt the chassis underneath his hands start to tremble slightly. He dug his hands into the junctions where the wings met with the rest of the mechs chassis and weaved his fingers around the lines and sensor nodes that were easily exposed if one just managed to gain access to those junctions. Megatron had always found that an easy task with the seeker pinned and restrained, the fact that the air commander was very sensitive and responsive to any stimulation applied to those areas just made it more fun to rub him into an agonizing state close to overload, yet withholding it by just not moving his digits. It always drew the sweetest screams from the seeker and he'd exploit those to their highest limit this time! He wanted to drown in those sounds and join the flyer for overload, but he didn't need to tell him that, now did he? His spark flared brightly at the prospect and it drew an immediate response from his playmate.
He felt fear and lust at the tone Megatron used. He could not help the tremors running through his chassis. He had just begun collecting the courage to answer, when his leader decided to dig his digits into his wing joints. Arching his back off the wall, pressing against Megatron… he immediately began to whimper at the feelings, he loved it… slag it all! He had never let anyone, not even his wingmates touch him there, it was too personal, too sensitive yet Megatron the mech he had hated… had… hated? His spark flared hungrily and he moaned in response, his processer swirling with confusion at the new discovery.
He had
expected a strong response, it was the precise reason why he had
decided to use that particular spot to heat his seeker up again, yet
he was nearly thrown off the withering mech at his jerky exclamations
of delight. Responding by spreading his hands deeper into the
surrounding circuitry and grazing his glossa along that pit-spawned
little energon-line again, he could feel the air commanders spark
flare with a vengeneance that rivaled his own spark flares, yet those
of the flyer were already far more frequent then his own
again...
"Slow down Starscream! You will endure and you will
wait...or else!", he added the threat almost as an afterthought and
contemplated to add that delicious scalpel into their game again.
He
was in agony… but not agony of physical pain, no he fought his own
response to Megatrons caresses and it was the worst he had ever
tried. Somehow it was more difficult now that he was tired and in
need of energon then it had been in the beginning.
"P-p-please….s-stop! I can't…."
he had never had to beg for Megatron to stop before… not after
having accepted his position as submissive, but now he had no other
option! He could not fulfill his leaders wish if he did not stop
doing THAT! He jerked violently in his bounds as spark crackles began
crawling on his amour, his vents could not cool him down sufficiently
and he was in serious danger of over heating soon. He screamed, a
scream born of desperation and fear and disappointment…
disappointment in himself and his inability to follow his orders.
At
first he only smirked at the discovery of the heated crackles, but
the scream that tore itself out of the mechs vocalizer wasn't what
he'd been aiming for. Retreating his glossa from the familiar
caress he locked his optics with those of the seeker and slowly drew
his hands out of the others circuitry at the sheer amount of fear he
read there.
"Just what is it with you this time? Spill it!",
he snarled angrily. He was more then furious and his spark flares
showed it, they became more frequent if a bit erratic and would've
been burning to the touch had his spark been exposed.
He
hung limp in the restraints, irregular tremors shaking his chassis
and rattling his amour plates together. He
lowered his head so that he did not have to see the anger in
Megatrons optics, the snarled words felt like physical hits.
"I'm
to-too tired! P-Please forgive me… I-I c-can't hold on…" he
could easily feel that his leaders anger was building not abating…
and he cringed as much as the bounds would let him.
"I-I
haven't re-recharged n-nor refueled in nearly t-two joors Lord
Me-Megatron… I'm spent…p-please!"
"And just why didn't you do either of the aforementioned within those two joors? Hook should've noticed your fatigue in the med-bay, he did look you over after all...apparently we'll have to aquire a new medic...", he growled and suddenly his optics took in how spent the bound mech was. The restraints weren't as tight as they had been the first time, so he was slightly sagged and just looked like the epitome of exhaustion and that just sent his spark into a new flaring. It was arousing beyond believe to imagine himself to be the sole reason for the seekers condition. Starscream probably hadn't recharged because he'd been too busy with the creation of the now slagged invention he'd requested. He stepped closer to his 2IC again, raised the lowered faceplate and the downcast optics with a firm hand around the seekers lower helmet edge and plunged his glossa into the others shoutbox amplifier, while he shoved him further into the wall and snaked his hands all over the seekers sensitive wings.
He was trying to find out how to answer the question, when Megatron lifted his head he got out half of a fearful whimper before his leaders glossa effectively stopped any sound escaping his mouth. He widened his optics looking into the heated red optics in front of him, the hand left his helmet and both his wings were caressed simultaneously as he was slammed back against the wall by Megatrons chassis. His spark flared up and crackles instantly crawled from his armor to Megatrons, eliciting a scream of lust and pain from the surprised Seeker.
"Yesss...give me your screams! Give me all there is to you!", he growled over their internal communications channel and began to nibble at the others glossa, something he hadn't tried until now and was curious if the seeker would like it or not. He slowly trailed the outer wing edges up to their tips and brushed over those lightly, yet barely touching the metal at all and in general just teasing the flyer. The energy crackles travelling over one chassis to the other slammed into his flaring spark and just egged him on further, resulting in an accelerated spark-flare-rate. He traced the upper wing edge down to the wing junction, but gave the junction a wide berth. After all he had to keep some distance between his digits and the junction itself if he wanted to merge their sparks before they reached overload, after all Starscream wasn't all that far away from it...
He
gladly followed that order… it wasn't like he could have stopped,
not even to please Megatron. To his overtaxed processor and
overheating chassis it felt like his leader
was everywhere at once, he could barely process one touch before the
next assaulted him. He desperately tried to tell Megatron that he
was about to overload again.
"Lord Meg-Megatron arrrg…
can't…"
"...You know what you'll have to do to gain release...", he grumbled darkly and as a pointer he slowly redirected his right hand and deliberately placed it over the center of the seekers cockpit, right where the panels would open up to reveal the mechs spark. With his left hand he trailed over the junction very lightly to encourage the air commander that the pleasure he sought was close, yet wouldn't be granted if he didn't comply with his leaders order.
Starscream was under no illusions as to what he was for Megatron, an amusement, a toy, something to play with until he grew tired of it… yet he could not bring himself to care, not when that hot silvery chassis pressed into his, not when he could feel the flares and crackles of Megatrons spark. This time there was no sharp order to open his chest and spark chamber, only a caress to his wing joints, a hand pressed to his cockpit and a growled half-promise. It was more then enough for him… he slid open his chest and spark chamber, screaming when the hand came into direct contact with his spark.
The nearly burning warmth of the seekers spark surprised him slightly, yet he shouldn't have expected any different now that he thought about it. Starscream was tired beyond belief, drained by the last joor of work. Seeking to yet again show the mech that he could surpass any level of exhaustion with just the right stimulation, Megatron sneaked his left hand back into the circuitry of his second in commands wing-chassis-junction. He cradled the spark as if it was as destructible as glass, even though he knew better and traced iddle patterns over the underside of the spark casing with his outstretched fingers. His glossa dove deeper into the other mechs soundbox amplifier and pused hard at the metal plates surrounding it, caging it inside the other mech like the air commanders spark was about to be encased by his own...
It felt so good, there was no hope of compairing what his leader did to him with any overload or spark merging he had ever participated in. That included those he had archived with TC and 'Warp, and as those two were a truly bonded pair… he violently forced the thoughts of his trine mates from his processor, every time Megatron merged with him he feared that he would look for his actual relationship with them. Oh he hadn't touched them, or even wanted to, after that first time with his leader, but he was sure that Megatron would be… displeased to say the least. He didn't actually hide the information from him, but he did bury it as deep as he could. All ability to process thoughts left him when the combined caresses to his spark casing and wing junction assaulted his processor. His vocalizer gave out and his screams abruptly cut off, reduced to desperate clicks. The feel of Megatrons brutal kiss, the tearing of the delicate dermaplates at the corners of his mouth, the energon leaking from said tears, what little control he held over himself was eroding fast, he did try to fight off the overload… but he was so very weak.
Slowly
opening his chest he teased the seeker with a few energy crackles to
his chassis and only then proceeded to open his spark casing. He
released his spark and eased the seekers spark, that was shivering in
anticipation already, into their merging. Dominating the air
commanders entire being easily with his own, Megatron enjoyed...for
the first time ever, not the dominance, but the pure feeling of the
others essence. Noticing for the first time the turmoil the flyer
called his emotions and thoughts, it intrigued him, maybe more than
it should have, maybe even more than Starscream wanted him to
be...
Delving deeper into the others very core he lost himself in
the trust the air commander put in his wingmates, images assaulted
him, displayes of such a fondness that it was alien, yet
familiar...it was a mirror of himself, just an opposite mirror. Where
Starscream valued and went so far as to trust his subordinates with
anything, even his spark! Megatron deeply dispised and mistrusted the
members of his army...all except one. The air commander had always
held an alien like magic that just drew him in. It was intoxicating,
yet he couldn't understand it, couldn't analyze what it was that
had captured his attention, so he tried to either force the knowledge
forward or banish it by breaking the flyer into submission. Submit,
he did, but only to him and that was fine with Megatron, because now
he wasn't worried about the seekers insubordination anymore, but
the other Decepticons still had to fear his wit and sharp vocalizer
and if he was honest with himself just for the barest of moments,
then he had to admit that he liked that vocalizer quite a lot! Most
of all, he liked the screams for which the seeker had been named, yet
he preferred the shrill shrieks shortly before overload...they just
held so much to them that he simply couldn't resist to get lost in
them!
He wanted to beg, to grovel at Megatrons feet, anything needed for this sweet torment to end… or maybe anything for it to last forever. The crackles of energy that tickled his amour were driving him mad, when finally he felt his leader initiate the merging, he let go. Megatron was not even met with a token resistance. His leader's energy so much stronger then his own felt almost… soothing. There was no doubt about who was the dominating force, yet something seemed different from the other mergings. He was not sure what it was that seemed different; Pit! He could barely hold on anymore let alone process abstract concepts… it was just a feeling, a sensation almost. He relaxed into the merging, really relaxed not trying to bury anything, not feeling fear just a kind of peace. Megatron was there after all, he might be disappointed in Starscream but he was there, he would take care of everything even… even Starscream's pleasure.
Shifting through the memories and images that presented themselves to him, he finally found Starscreams memories of his own person and was surprised to find that the seeker gave up any information he asked for willingly and with no resistance whatsoever. It puzzled him, yet when he came upon the memory of the punishment that had let to their first spark merging he saw a difference...the air commander had feared him before, but gradually that fear had turned to something else over the eons he'd spent under his command and that day had been the day on which the seeker had realized it. He'd given himself up willingly, submitting to the one he adored, yet knew he could never have, because no one could ever have the leader of the decepticons...but maybe, the seeker had mused, maybe he could achieve to be owned by their leader, it was better then anything he'd ever felt before and he knew then that he should've done that a long time ago already. Megatron nearly dared to smile at the flyers memories, yet he contained himself, but barely. The seeker trusted him to take care of their mutual pleasure in this unequal merging in which he could deny the seeker to feel any- and everything, yet he'd never done that...Wondering over himself why he'd never done so could wait until after their merging he decided, so he commanded their sparks to pulse faster alongside each other, bringing them closer to overload and into a processor state of exquisite and utter bliss. He wouldn't ever let Starscream forget this merging in which the air commander had given everything to him instantly, simply opening himself for him, accepting everything his leader asked and trusting him to take care of everything, including their overload and the future fate of himself and his wingmates. His wingmates weren't even a concious thought of the seeker anymore, he was too far gone in his pleasure to think of anything but his leader at that point and Megatron enjoyed the power he held over his 2IC, along with the mere feeling of the others spark so close to his own.
Delicate… his leaders touch was almost delicate, domineering but not forcefully so… there was nothing in Starscream's world but Megatron and the pleasure he granted. It transcended mere physical pleasure, he would kill anyone, destroy anything his leader ordered just for the promise of this… he would give up his very spark for just a second of this! As Megatron synchronized their sparks, he felt his self slipping it should have scared him yet… he trusted Megatron to bring him back to himself. Trust...? he did not know when or why but it was there now…Trust, it was something he had never thought he'd give his leader. He trusted his wingmates to back him up in a fight, to help when needed and to be there when he needed them to. They trusted him to be a good leader… what did Megatron want from him? Obedience… most certainly! But he had that now and Starscream felt a prick of fear for the future, what use would Megatron have for him now that he had surrendered?
The seekers mind was an open book, no more resistance only trust. It was memorable and Megatron would make sure that it would be exactly that for the both of them. Ordering the force field protecting their merged sparks to extend and shrink alternatingly, which would force their sparks closer together in the long run. He would have to keep it up until shortly before overload, shrinking the force field one last time to force their sparks to share more of the room they usually had for themselves during a regular overload, overlaying special, previously selected parts of their essence, like emotions, memories or other data. Seeing as nothing about the both of them was just regular, he processed it only fitting that a special kind of overload was only appropriate for them.
He wasn't sure what it was that Megatron was doing to their sparks, but since it had his processor swamped in pleasure he didn't intend to complain, not that it really mattered had it been pain he would have taken that too. He finally fully realized that while he was old, Megatron was far older, and far more experienced. It made him quiver inside and out. The thoughts of what Megatron could yet do to him, teach him... even force him to endure. Of course it only lasted for a click before he was, again, lost in the swirling pleasure of his leaders control. His own spark did not care about his failing energy, it only wanted what Megatrons touch promised, but he knew that he would fail soon. He had been low on energy before, in battle or when he forgot to drink and recharge in the passion of research, like he had done this time in his joy at creating something for his leader. But he had never before achieved multiple overloads on less then 50 energy!
Pushing the force field to extend further than before and almost at the same time collapse back into their sparks he drove them to overload in less than an astrosecond. The seekers mind was a complete chaos created by pleasure he hadn't even imagined possible before and Megatron was bathing in that enjoyment which came close to adoration on the seekers part. Leaving Starscream alone in his essence again, he brought his optics online and noticed the answering energy shocks the main sensor-receptors were sending out in response to the spark-overload they had achieved, the white-blue light they gave off illuminated little parts of the seeker at random times and made him appear eerily silent. Megatron knew that his 2IC had only slipped into a deep recharge, his energy had been low before their overload, now he'd probably need an energon-infusion to get his optics online in a few breems. Usually he would require a full joor of recharge to get to an energy-level of 100, but Megatron knew just the right treatment to cure such a kind of energon-abstinence...
For a second he felt as if he would be permanently off-lined from the pleasure Megatron inflicted, then the overload hit. And he soared! There was no other word for it, it was like flying only better, so much better, he felt as if it would continue forever. Of course it couldn't and soon enough his systems forced him into recharge.