"Starscream."
"Yes, my lord?" Starscream stretched out on the berth, undulating and arching his body in a luxuriant, sensual display. He'd taken up residence on Megatron's berth for most of the cycle.
It was about an Earth week since Shockwave's departure. Megatron was oddly happy to have him gone – apart from the risk involved in "Longarm Prime" being missing from his post, there was also the selfish pleasure of having Starscream all to himself again.
Starscream seemed pleased too. Ever since Shockwave took his leave the seeker had walked with an extra bounce in his step and a smug quality to his already smirky smile.
"I have something for you, " Megatron said. "Kneel."
"Sir...?" Starscream hesitated for a nanoklik before slithering off the berth and strutting to Megatron's feet. He sank fluidly to his knees and looked up at his master.
Megatron paced slowly around the seeker and watched him out of the corner of his optic. Starscream remained still and kneeling, his expression expectant but serene. He looked straight ahead now, and kept his frame relaxed, his hands resting lightly on his thighs. Megatron stopped behind him. He pulled an object from his personal subspace pocket.
"Hold still." He saw Starscream's wings tense as the mechanisms in his shoulders tightened and bunched, but Starscream didn't move beyond that. Megatron leaned down and took gentle hold of Starscream's right arm. He lifted his hand, and reverently placed a heavy, cold cuff around Starscream's wrist.
Starscream's back straightened and his wings dipped, and Megatron thought he felt a crackle in the seeker's energy field. The jet remained silent as Megatron clicked the locking mechanism into place. He stood straight and stepped around to the seeker's front to look at him.
Starscream met his optics. Megatron folded his arms.
Slowly, Starscream brought his hand up and felt at the smooth curve of the cuff with his fingertips. He tilted his head, staring at it.
Seeing the curiosity and confusion in Starscream's optics, Megatron took pity on him: "It's a little something I had the professor build, using my own initial design, of course. Up, let me show you." He held out his hand and Starscream took it. Megatron helped Starscream to his feet and led him across the room to where a large, dark mirror was affixed to a smoothed section of the wall.
Starscream stood in front of Megatron, with the warlord's hands warm and heavy on his shoulders. He looked at his reflection, and Megatron was caught between trying to analyse his expression – was it pleasure or shock? - and admiring the way the trinket looked on him.
It was smooth, dark grey, matte metal, darker than Megatron's armour but not as dark as Starscream's helm and gauntlets. In the centre was an engraved Decepticon symbol. There was no further ornament, and it fitted snugly and sleekly around Starscream's wrist, visible without being obtrusive. Within the slim metal band ran a hoop of fine circuitry that would allow Megatron to track Starscream's every movement, so he would always know his pet's location.
"Take it as a gift," Megatron said. He circled his hand around the cuff, lifting Starscream's hand gently. He liked the way his hand fitted around the seeker's wrist, liked the feel of the new, smooth metal. He set his other hand against the brand on one of Starscream's wings. He leaned in close, his cheek brushing Starscream's audio. "How does it look?"
Starscream cycled a deep, soft breath. "It's beautiful."
"It's a symbol." Megatron's other arm twined around Starscream's waist and pulled him flush against his body. The seeker was cool to the touch, but as he slid his hand down over Starscream's abdomen and lower, he felt the warmth radiating from beneath his armour. He slipped his hand between Starscream's legs. Starscream arched slightly, but otherwise did not move. "Of who you belong to."
"I always belonged to you, Me-... My lord."
Megatron ran one hand down the top of a wing while his other rubbed hard against the seeker's panel. "And of your function."
Starscream sighed and dimmed his optics. He turned his head and nuzzled into Megatron's cheek. The old mech caught his mouth in a kiss that burned.
"My function," Starscream murmured against Megatron's lips. Megatron turned him and pushed him back against the dark mirror. He kissed him again, long and deep. He ran his hands over his wings, his sides, and one slid down his arm to wrap once again around the cuff. He guided Starscream's hands up and his arms around his neck. Starscream obeyed silently. He undulated his body, and Megatron's hands clawed down his back. He kneaded and pulled at Starscream's aft, and pushed his hips against the sleeker mech's.
"Open for me," Megatron growled. Starscream did, and Megatron kicked the jet's feet apart and slid his hands down over the pert aft and between his thighs, fingertips touching and rubbing the hot, moist rim of Starscream's valve. Starscream kneaded his shoulders. Megatron lifted his head and looked into his pet's optics. The expression there was intense, hungry for... something. His cheeks were flushed, though, and his lips glistened. His optics were bright. He kissed him, and felt Starscream kiss him back. Their glossas slid together, and for several kliks there was nothing but the soft, slippery heat of Starscream's mouth and the hard warmth of his frame, pressed and rubbing against Megatron's. The room was silent, and Megatron let his world narrow to these things only, this mech alone.
When at last he pulled away, Starscream tried to follow him as if in a daze. Megatron licked his cheek and bit at one of the vents on his helm. Megatron lifted his hand and caressed the top of one wing. Then he tightened his grip and pushed. Starscream gave a small yelp as he sank clumsily to the floor. Megatron unsheathed his spike and rubbed it against Starscream's cheek. Starscream opened his mouth and Megatron held his helm while he slid his long, heavy spike over the jet's lips.
He used two fingers to open Starscream's mouth wider, and then pushed the head of his spike inside. Starscream shuttered his optics worshipfully and let his master slowly fuck his throat for a few kliks. Megatron kept his hand on the back of Starscream's head and moved his hips, and all Starscream had to do was open wide and suck. Megatron growled and his spark grew hot and swollen watching his slave take it so easily, so eagerly. Starscream moaned as Megatron went deep, and the little choking sounds the jet made kept Megatron's spike hard and thick.
When he was good and worked up, Megatron let go of Starscream's helm and pulled out. He stepped back and gave Starscream a push. The seeker slumped, oral lubricant dripping from his lips, his hands on the floor to support himself.
Megatron backed up to the berth. He sat down and kept his thighs wide, his spike standing stiff between them, his valve tight and wet.
"To me," he said, and beckoned with one finger.
Starscream swallowed, licked his lips, and swallowed again. Then he crawled to the berth and knelt between Megatron's legs. Megatron reached down and grabbed his jaw. He pulled him up into a hard kiss.
"Good..." He pulled Starscream up bodily and threw him onto the berth. Starscream started to push himself onto all-fours, but Megatron slung his body over his and pressed him down before he could. He raked his fingers over Starscream's wings. He reached down again, pulled Starscream's legs wide apart whilst keeping the seeker pinned face-down with his weight. One hand slid under Starscream's abdomen and between the jet's legs, where he used two fingers to spread the outer folds of the little valve as wide as he could. Starscream sighed and arched up against him. Megatron's spark warmed to see the seeker's continued obedience and loyalty.
He rubbed his spike against the curve of Starscream's aft for a while. He kept his body pressed tight against the seeker's, both revelling and finding comfort in the jet's warmth and solidity. He rocked against him, and pressed his face against Starscream's neck. He inhaled Starscream's scent and shuttered his optics. Starscream murmured something, his vocals soft. Megatron groaned and slipped into him. He heard Starscream's quick, soft intake, and felt him let it out again – a slow, sweet sigh that had the tension easing out of him and his frame going supple and pliant beneath Megatron. The older mech moved his hands up the seeker's frame, stroking in heavy sweeps up and under his body. His fingertips, pressed between Starscream and the berth, brushed the outer edges of Starscream's cockpit. He nuzzled the side of Starscream's helm and bit the vent, then tightened his grip, wrapping his arms across Starscream's chest and holding him tight against him. He ground into him like that, and Starscream hissed and mumbled words Megatron couldn't catch.
It was sweet, powerful, and heady. Megatron lost himself in the softness and heat, his spark buoyed by pride and desire. This mech was his.
After several kliks, he pushed himself up. His spike remained inside Starscream's valve, but he leaned up on his arms and looked down. Starscream's back was subtly curved, and the metal shone with condensation. Starscream arched and pushed his hips up and back, grinding onto Megatron's spike and making the planes of his back and shoulders flex. Megatron bit his lip and sucked on it as he watched. He rolled his hips slowly, and his optics tracked his spike sliding into, and out of, the seeker's supple valve. Starscream bucked his hips once, unthinking. Megatron glanced at his face – his cheek was pressed to the berth and his faceplates were tinted. His optics were shuttered, but now he opened them and started to twist around to see why Megatron had changed the pace. Megatron placed his hand on the small of Starscream's back and pushed him down. Starscream made a small sound but let himself be pinned. Megatron's engines gave a rumbling purr and he put his other hand between Starscream's wings. He leaned over the jet and started to move .
Starscream moaned and slid his thighs wider apart. His valve was slippery, hot and tight, and seemed to shiver with every tremor of his body. Megatron's hand slid down and over Starscream's aft. His thumb rubbed at the tiny waste port a little way behind his valve, and Starscream sucked in a sharp intake. Megatron kept up the steady rocking of his hips and moved his thumb in a circle over the port, applying a gentle, but unyielding pressure. The rim was tight but supple, made of the same kind of flexible material as the jet's valve. Starscream mumbled something, and his valve gripped Megatron tighter, and the little port flexed and quivered. Megatron clawed down Starscream's back with his free hand, making the seeker hiss and arch sharply. He altered his position and moved Starscream so he was better placed – his legs wider, his aft pulled up higher – and pushed his thumb past the little port's first, outer rim. He only went to the first knuckle, but Starscream's reaction was enough. The broken, breathy cry went straight to Megatron's spike. He bared his teeth in a grin and pressed his forearm across Starscream's shoulders, leaning heavily and keeping him down. His hips rocked, his spike pushing in deep with every fluid, grinding thrust. He moved his thumb in tiny circles that had Starscream whimpering. He felt the little port constrict in rapid pulses, quivering as the rim was gently stretched. Megatron hummed low and his engines rumbled. He slid his thumb out and rubbed the hole as it trembled and closed up, them he reached down between their legs. He used his thumb and fingers to play with Starscream's valve, getting lubricant smeared over his fingers, before carefully easing his thumb inside, alongside his spike. Starscream growled and his frame undulated beneath Megatron's. Megatron bit at the back of his neck to keep him subdued. When his thumb and fingers were nicely coated in lubricant he returned his attention to Starscream's aft.
Starscream squirmed, and his hands reached behind him, his claw-tips lightly scratching Megatron's armour where they touched. Megatron nipped them and pushed himself up again. Without speaking, he grasped both Starscream's wrists and pulled them above the seeker's head. He held them both in one strong hand and kept them pinned. He gave the jet's aft a swat, then used his knees to keep Starscream's thighs wide. He gave a couple of sharper thrusts, jamming his spike deep into Starscream's valve and feeling trickles of warm lubricant leak from the stretched rim and dribble around the base of his spike and down his own thighs. Starscream keened. He pressed his face to the berth, and Megatron saw his wings shiver and then, slowly, push forward.
Megatron smiled an asymmetric smile. He slowed his hips, circling deeply and luxuriantly, and pushed his thumb back into the seeker's aft. This time he didn't stop at the first knuckle, but kept up a steady pressure until he had slid it's length entirely inside the tiny port. He heard Starscream cycling deep intakes, and felt his internals twitch and tighten. His spike pulsed, and he had to hold himself back from an overload. He held his frame tense and still for half a klik until he regained his control. Then he adjusted his hold on Starscream's wrists, and began to thrust again. He set a slightly faster timing with his hips, and gently moved his thumb to complement – pushing in when his spike slid back, withdrawing when he thrust his spike in deep. Starscream moaned and shuddered sweetly beneath him. Condensation beaded on Megatron's armour. His own valve was slick and throbbing, and his spark pulsed strongly in his chest.
Starscream's body gradually relaxed, beautiful to see and to know. Megatron replaced his thumb with a single finger, then two. Starscream arched his back for him. He turned his head, and his optics met Megatron's just before the seeker gasped and yowled in overload.
Megatron pulled his fingers out and curled over Starscream's back. He held Starscream's wrists with both hands and pressed his chest to his back so he could feel every shiver and twist of the seeker's frame. Starscream moaned and kicked, and his long claws flexed and grabbed onto the berth. Megatron hissed and bit the angled side of Starscream's helm. With a sigh of completion he allowed himself to come at last.
Afterwards, Megatron lay half atop Starscream's frame and kept his hand around the seeker's wrist. Starscream was no longer restrained, and he sprawled, relaxed, cockpit-down, across his leader's berth. Megatron's optics were partly shuttered, and his fingers idly rubbed at the smooth cuff. Startscream's intakes gradually evened out, then slowed, telling Megatron he had begun to doze. He curled around him, careful of the pretty wings. He let the steady rhythm of both their intakes lull him, together with the gentle warmth of Starscream's body beneath his own. He leant his cheek on Starscream's helm and kept his optics hazily focused on the cuff until, eventually, recharge took him.
