WARNING: Very graphic chapter ahead. No likey no ready…
The anger burning in Starscream's spark slowly faded to sadness, great sadness, as he left his room, looking for somewhere to go. The only place he could think of was the med bay, which had been deserted ever since he'd recovered enough to leave it.
As soon as he'd hopped up on the repair table, Starscream covered his face with his hands and tried to slow down his breathing, slow down his thoughts, but he could think only of Skywarp and Thundercracker, his brothers, his friends.
When they were younger they used to do everything together. They were in a school play once in Seeker School; in fact, they might still have the tape somewhere. Starscream remembered how, when they were younger and he'd just learned to teleport, Skywarp would sneak up behind them at the top of the stairs and push them down. At home, they played in the sky for hours on end; at night they went downtown and knocked up femmes; they'd even won the "Best Friends" award in the school yearbook one time. Was all that worth nothing? Was a crafty, scheming femme really all it took to break apart the loyalty of the Command Trine?
Apparently so.
Feeling lost, with nobody to love him, Starscream lay down on the repair table, letting tears stream down his face and onto the table's hard metal surface. Then he heard someone clear his throat.
"Typical…hiding from your fears again, aren't you, Starscream?"
"Megatron?" said Starscream, sitting up. "What are you doing here?"
"From what I have observed, your Trine is gone," Megatron said shortly.
"Don't remind me," Starscream mumbled, closing his eyes and turning away.
"I've seen many a comrade fall in my long time as a Decepticon," said Megatron, sitting on the repair table next to Starscream. "Over the years, I have found that there is really only one way to deal with it."
"What's that?" asked Starscream, sitting up.
"Let go," Megatron told him. "Never let yourself get close to anyone. If you do not develop concern for someone in the first place, you will never mourn his demise."
"But…but they're my brothers," Starscream whispered.
"You must let go," Megatron repeated. "Powerful warriors know how to stand on their own two feet. You must learn to do so as well. No one can lose a war faster than he who is dependent on others."
Starscream pondered it for a moment. As much as he hated to admit it, Megatron might be on to something. After all, if he hadn't cared for the Seekers in the first place, there would be no place for them in his spark—and, thus, no empty space when they were gone.
"It's too late," Starscream said. "Nothing can mend my sorrow."
"Just let go…" whispered Megatron, pulling Starscream into his lap. "That's all you need to do."
"Really, Megatron, I'm not in the mood for this right now," Starscream told him, squirming.
"Well, I am," said Megatron.
Losing the Command Trine's friendship had basically put a dent in Starscream's libido, but when he saw his boss hold up the handcuffs, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement down there all of a sudden.
Starscream felt the handcuffs snap onto his wrists as Megatron slid one hand in between his thighs, working its way up to his interface panel, trailing his fingers down Starscream's wings with the other. By the time Megatron's hand got there, Starscream had pressurized enough that, when he felt Megatron handling his equipment, he sighed and leaned back contentedly, not feeling the need to struggle any more.
No one else knew they did this, at least they couldn't prove it; usually, Starscream preferred to interface with femmes, but the pain and humiliation he felt every time he did the deed with Megatron gave him an exhilaration that he couldn't find anywhere else. Most of the time, he protested at first, but when the goodness kicked in, he just sat back and let Megatron do whatever he wanted with his body. This was the only time he enjoyed being submissive, and as far as he could tell, that was the way Megatron liked it too.
Megatron let out a quiet chuckle as he opened Starscream's interface hatch and teased, "Looks like I didn't need to turn my little pleasure drone on after all—you come built to run, don't you?"
"I-I can't help it," Starscream was saying, then moaned as he felt Megatron stroke his erect spike. "Enter me, please enter me."
"Well, you're my pleasure drone, aren't you?" Megatron replied, his voice low. "So you need to pleasure me first."
With that, Starscream found himself flung around so that he was on top of Megatron, who grabbed him and hoisted him up so that they were face-level. Starscream felt Megatron bite his wings a little and he flinched.
"P-Please don't…don't do that," he said, shaking his head.
"What I say goes," said Megatron shortly, slapping Starscream on the aft, and continued his biting as he worked his hand all the way down in between Starscream's thighs again. When he felt his boss's large fingers sticking themselves into him, he squirmed a little, closed his eyes, and let himself enjoy it…
It didn't last very long, though, until Megatron pulled his fingers out, one by one, then reached up and placed Starscream on the floor. Then he sat up on the repair table and spread his own legs. Starscream nodded and gave him the blow job, getting cut off all of a sudden when Megatron yanked his head backwards.
"Just a little bit more, pleasure drone," he said wickedly, "and you shall get your reward."
"W-What do you hunger for, Master?" Starscream whispered as Megatron lifted him back onto the table.
Megatron moved Starscream's hands all along his body, guiding them into the most influential places. By now Starscream had been waiting a long time for what he wanted, too, and when he felt someone's tongue running up and down his wings, he felt himself release all over Megatron's lap.
"So you've gone and done that already, huh?" Megatron hissed. "Well, I certainly hope you'll pressurize yourself enough for the next round."
"No!" said Starscream, landing on the floor when Megatron stood up. "Don't leave yet! I-I can do it again!"
"You don't overload before I do, pleasure drone," Megatron told him angrily, then shoved him backwards onto the floor. "You release for me alone."
Starscream sighed with relief as Megatron climbed on top of him and forced his legs apart. Thankfully, he was pressurized again within seconds, then he felt a sudden jolt of pleasure and sharp pain at the same time as the well-endowed Megatron pushed himself in.
"Yes, yes, that feels wonderful…" Starscream was saying, enjoying the sensation of being completely filled as his master reached the maximum point of pressurization.
"Quiet!" said Megatron, grabbing Starscream's hand, which was still handcuffed, but delicious waves of pain were still coming, and even though Starscream couldn't move and Megatron was still hurling insults at him every once in a while, he was loving every minute of it…but before he knew it, it was over as he felt his master overload inside him, and he knew he was doing the same thing at the exact same time. That was best, when they did it together.
After Megatron finished his release he pulled out, then stood up, with Starscream there, still on his knees. Megatron removed the handcuffs and as he left the med bay Starscream heard him say, "Well done, pleasure drone."
"Anytime, master," said Starscream, nodding his head, still dazed from the experience. His wings were stinging with pain from being bitten and slammed into the floor—actually, most of him was hurting, and his eyes were blurred with tears, but it was a good kind of hurt. It always was.
Megatron had given Starscream what he'd wanted most—the mixture of physical pain and pleasure that could distract him, albeit temporarily, from the fact that his world was still crashing down around him.
But as soon as Megatron was gone, Starscream broke down and started to cry, just thinking of the fact that he was now more alone than ever.
