Come on guys! I would never kill Steve.

7

Starscream's moment of terror had been quickly replaced by anger as he walked to the eradicon living area. He turned a corner down the hall where rows of doors led to their personal quarters. There were a few drones in the hall, two of which were helping a third into his room. Starscream caught sight of the leg brace and hurried after them. The door had slid closed and he knocked hard. It opened again and a vehicon looked at him with surprise.

"Move!" he said, pushing past the vehicon into the cramped little room. Steve sat on the edge of the berth, the other drone standing near. Steve froze. Starscream took one look at his leg and slapped him on the face.

"How dare you!" he bellowed, "How dare you disobey my orders!" The other two fled from the room as quickly as they could. "You are a drone! You are supposed to follow my orders without question, without thinking! How presumptuous of you to think that you had a choice in the matter, that you could do whatever you wanted, that you could just go out there-"

Steve snapped. "What else could I do!" he shouted back. He stood so quickly that Starscream jumped back in surprise, bumping against the desk behind him. "Would you expect me to sit here while Megatron sent you into battle like this? Look at you! You're missing an arm!" Steve had moved forward, leaning on his good leg. "I have volunteered to be beside you in every battle, and you think I could just let you go incapacitated? I could never! And thank Primus I didn't. What were you doing, staring at that dead mech? If I hadn't dragged you behind the rock you could have been shot! The Prime could have killed you! If you want to go to battle without me, you will have to lock me up or beat me until I can't follow you!"

Starscream leaned back against the desk, Steve leaning over him. He was too surprised to speak. The silence was deafening.

Steve pulled back slowly. "I'm so sorry, Commander." He said it softly, his tone betraying how shocked he was at himself. "I raised my voice at you. I can't believe..."

He pulled back farther, but Starscream followed him like a magnet. He kissed the drone, crushing his mouth against his plating. Starscream put his hand behind Steve's neck, pressing his body flush against the eradicon's. Steve was too surprised to respond. Starscream pulled away and pressed his lips against him again, kissing him where there was no mouth to kiss. He couldn't have cared less.

He felt tentative hands come up to his waist, reverently ghosting over his plating. Starscream deepened the kiss and the soldier's hands responded, tightening against him. Steve leaned into the kiss, pushing his Commander further against the desk.

"Steve..." Starscream panted. There were things he wanted to say, but he wasn't ready to speak them aloud. It was too much, too strong, more than he thought anyone could feel in so short a time.

He opened his optics and noticed the drone's awkward stance; he had all of his weight on one leg. Starscream pushed him back gently, helping him to the berth. Steve didn't have much time to situate himself before Starscream climbed on and straddled him.

Starscream looked down at the drone, drinking in the sight of him. He watched Steve's chest rise and fall as he cycled air. With little to no access to paint and dent repair, soldiers were rugged. His optics trailed from one scratch to the next, the silver lines curving and criss crossing over his body. He would memorize them, and learn to know Steve from the others.

He bent forward to give the drone another kiss, rewarded by those hands holding onto his thighs, sliding up to his hips, driving him mad. Starscream could feel his valve lubricating. He felt empty, desperate for Steve to fill him again. He was ravenous.

Starscream moved to his neck cabling, kisses turning to nips and bites which sent shivers down the eradicon's frame. Starscream pressed his denta against Steve's chest plating, scratching off paint as he dragged them together. He looked up at Steve, making sure he was watching as he licked away the purple enamel.

Steve groaned, digits tightening around Starscream's hips. A stifling wave of heat drifted from the con's frame, his fans coming to life. That's when a thought occurred to Starscream. Steve had likely only interfaced with other eradicons. And like him, none of them had mouths. Did that mean no one had ever kissed him before? No mouth had touched him, no one had ever… Starscream smiled. He slid his glossa against him again, eliciting another shiver.

"You like that?" he whispered.

"Y-Yes Commander…"

Starscream took his hand, closing his mouth around the end of one of Steve's digits. He slid it deeper, unconsciously grinding his hips against the drone as he did so. Eradicons had long digits, but Starscream was talented in this area. When his mouth met the knuckle joint, the drone's panel snapped open beneath him.

Starscream pulled out the digit. "Slide up."

Steve did what he was told and Starscream slid himself down. He settled between Steve's legs, taking his heated spike in his hand. He brushed his lips along the side, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile as he looked up at him. He really liked to please a lover this way, but he hadn't done it willingly since Megatron had called him a slut for admitting it.

Starscream licked his spike from the base to the tip before taking it in his mouth. He moved his helm down slowly and Steve groaned.

"Oh Primus, that feels amazing."

Starscream dipped down deeper until the spike was hitting the back of his throat. The feeling made him dizzy with need. He closed his legs, rubbing his knees together. The inside of his interface panel was undoubtedly wet by now.

Steve groaned again, and Starscream caught sight of his digits digging into the berth cushioning. "C-Commander…" he said breathlessly, "what should I be doing?"

Starscream would have smiled if his mouth wasn't full. He commed him. 'You should relax and enjoy it.'

Steve nodded. Starscream quickened his pace, drawing more noises from the drone. He pulled out and went down again as far as he could. Every moan and pant from Steve reminded him how much he liked sucking spike. Steve rocked his hips reflexively, and the feel of his spike pushing in caused Starscream's interface panel to click open. It was a sharp, unmistakable noise. If he didn't have his only hand holding himself up, he would have been tempted to touch himself.

"Could..."

Starscream looked up at him and pulled out. "Huh?"

"N-Never mind."

Starscream was curious. "What is it?" He didn't get an answer, so he gave Steve's spike a little squeeze. "Tell me."

"Ah, o-okay uh… could um…" Steve was really nervous about whatever he wanted. Starscream was very curious, but did his best to be patient. He liked hearing Steve stumble over himself. "Would you… um… would you 69 with me?"

Starscream was suddenly embarrassed for not knowing what that meant. "What is that, some kind of silly drone code for something?"

"Not uh, not exactly. I'll show you."

Steve sat up a little and put his hands out for Starscream to come closer; helping him lift his leg over to Steve's other side. Starscream's face plate heated up as he realized what Steve wanted to do. When they'd finished moving around, Starscream had his legs open over Steve's helm and he was facing downward. This was far kinkier than he'd expected from Steve.

He jumped a little as he felt Steve's digits brush over his valve. "Is this okay, Commander?"

"It's fine," Starscream said, still embarrassed that he hadn't known about this. He made himself relax, and took Steve's spike in his mouth. He felt Steve's hands sliding over his thigh plating, encouraging him to spread his legs a little to lower himself down. He complied, continuing what he was doing while Steve shifted a little. He heard a familiar hum start up in his engine.

The contact made him jolt. Steve rubbed the lower part of his face plating against Starscream's port, that torturously good vibration sinking into his insides. Starscream whimpered around Steve's spike, which caused his engine to roar a little harder. As they went down on each other, Starscream had to concentrate hard to continue what he was doing. Steve was so good at this. He could feel the drone's hands on his legs, sliding up, tracing the seams on his hips where the plating ran up into two points. His digits dipped into the joints, brushing lightly over sensitive cabling, stroking, teasing. He whimpered again and felt Steve shake beneath him in response.

Starscream's processor was swimming. He felt himself getting close and pulled out. "Steve," he managed to say, "I'd like to last more than five minutes this time."

"Oh sorry."

"It's fine," Starscream said as he climbed off. "At least if I overloaded quickly this time it wouldn't be in front of the whole…" He stared at Steve, who had Starscream's lubricant all over his mouth area and running down the sides of his face plating. Starscream was mortified. "Oh primus!" Quickly he ran his digits over Steve's plating to wipe up the mess. Steve laughed lightly and used one of his hands to help him.

"Don't laugh at me!"

Steve froze. "I-I wasn't laughing at you…"

"Who else is here for you to laugh at?"

"I'm sorry! It was just… I didn't… I didn't know you were so cute."

Starscream's mouth twitched a little. He climbed onto Steve. "I've been called a lot of things, but never that. Now I'm going to punish you for laughing at me." He aligned himself and slowly sunk down onto Steve's spike.

Steve gasped and Starscream shut his optics, relishing the feeling of being filled. He stayed there for a moment, adjusting. Then he rose up and sheathed himself again.

Steve groaned, rocking his hips. But Starscream put his hand on his hips to hold him down. "No. Don't thrust."

Steve looked up at him, not speaking. Starscream raised himself so only the very tip was still inside, and slid him back inside with painful slowness. Steve let out a little noise, his leg jerking.

"Don't," Starscream warned.

He continued this way, up and down, up and down, at a torturously sluggish pace.

Steve groaned, helm falling back against the berth. Starscream almost felt bad for him. The pace was killing him as well, but he wanted to torture him as long as he could. He felt his inner cabling tighten around his valve reflexively from the sensation. Steve nearly growled, hands flying to his hips, digits digging in. Starscream's optics narrowed and Steve resisted pulling him down.

Starscream continued to ride him slowly, angling his hips forward to get his spike rubbing him in new places. Oh, holy primus, did that feel good. He panted twice and let out a little whine.

"Ahh, I can't take it... Please Commander…" Steve begged.

Starscream was disappointed in himself, but his resolve was gone. "Alright, do what you want."

Steve pulled him down. With quick and surprising agility he flipped them over so Starscream was on his back. The seeker gasped with surprise. Steve thrust into him and he cried out. He did it again and again, Starscream crying with each pounding thrust into his valve. Steve kept his chest close to Starscream's, vocals groaning and growling against his neck cables.

Steve pulled one of Starscream's legs up over his shoulder, and the position hit something in Starscream that hadn't been hit before. He gasped. "Ah, Primus! Harder… just… more…!"

Steve fucked him hard, back bent over Starscream as his hips slammed forward. Starscream clawed at his back, whimpering and panting.

"Commander…!"

"Nghh ahh just… call me-"

"Starscream," Steve groaned into his audial. He buried his face in his neck. "Starscream… Starscream…"

The seeker's optics widened as he hit his breaking point. His optics shut again and he arched up, crying out in an overload. He couldn't believe it was his own vocals screaming out so loudly, but he couldn't stop himself. He heard Steve gasp and felt the tremor run through him as he followed, the heat of his transfluid filling him. He finally had to cover his own mouth to stifle his vocals.

They stayed where they were for a moment, panting as their fans whirred to keep them from overheating. Finally Steve pulled out, and Starscream winced as he unbent his legs. He moved over for Steve. He lay on his side, wings stretched off the end of the bed out into the room. He rested his head on Steve's shoulder, a leg swung over one of the eradicon's knee joints.

'Wow," Steve said. "You're amazing."

"I know," Starscream breathed, not able to believe how good Steve was at interfacing. Not that he would admit it now. He was still mad at Steve for various reasons, but he was having trouble remembering what they were.

"Will um… will Megatron notice you're gone?"

"Pssh, no. When he wants me, he comms me. I don't think he's seen the inside of my quarters in two cycles. Why, trying to give me a reason to leave?"

"Uh, wha, no! I…" He stopped, just brushing his digits over Starscream's shoulders.

"Are you requesting I stay the night?" Starscream asked in an even tone.

"Yes."

"Okay. Move over then. This berth is ridiculous for two."

Steve slid closer to the wall and Starscream scooted with him, draping his arm over Steve's chest. That's when he remembered last night. He reached up and kissed him. "Good night, Steve."

"Good night Commander," Steve said in a funny way, like he was surprised. Starscream was too relaxed and exhausted to think about it further. He drifted off into a deep recharge.

To be continued.

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