Onward with drabble #7!

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FANDOM: G1 AU
CHARACTER OR PAIRING: Optimus Prime/Starscream
PROMPT: Yummy - Gwen Stefani. Based in the Egyptian/Rome AU as seen in a few of my other fics.
RATING: PG-13
REQUESTED BY: entrate via LJ

"You're lucky my men found you when they did, Autobot. You would have slipped into deactivation from lack of fuel had they not."

Optimus, weak, tired and badly in need of refueling, knelt before the Pharaoh's throne. He kept his weak state hidden, however, refusing to falter. Starscream smirked, resting his face against a hand. "You may not show it, but I know you're ravished with hunger," he chortled. Optimus just kept his head bowed in respect. "You're not very talkative either, not like the other Autobots I've met..." The Pharaoh cocked an optic ridge, intrigued. "... I like that."

Starscream snapped his fingers and the purple Seeker at his side ducked out behind the drapes. "I'll honor your silence and obedience, Autobot, only because I'm in a charitable mood..." he chuckled. Skywarp appeared again, holding a golden pitcher. He handed it to Starscream, who showed it to the curious mech kneeling before him. "Here I contain the best of high grade energon. Thick and smooth like rich honey, but also refreshing and rejuvenating. Do you wish to have it?"

Optimus had finally broken his silence. "If the Pharaoh will allow it," he said.

"But of course," Starscream chuckled, raising a finger, "but there's only one thing..." With that, he tilted over the pitcher, letting thick purple energon run down his bare leg. Optimus widened his optics. The Pharaoh handed Skywarp back the pitcher before sitting back and holding out his energon coated leg. "You have to lick it off me." His optic ridges quirked. "Will your pride allow you to do this, noble Autobot?"

To everyone's surprise, mostly perhaps Optimus's himself, the Autobot leaned forward and took the mech's foot in his hand. Warm energon dripped along his arms at the touch. Mouth plates shifting aside, Starscream's cheeks blazed when he saw the Autobot's lips beneath. Optimus then gently caressed a heel, letting his glossa slide along its external surface. Starscream winced and squeezed his arm rests.

"Should I stop him, my lord?" Thundercracker asked in a low whisper, leaning aside.

"N-No," Starscream growled. He swished up a hand. "Leave us in privacy! RIGHT NOW!"