I feel it's necessary to explain why my chapters are short. I don't intend them to be any particular length, I just split them up when the moment in the story seems right. This happened to be a short moment and I'm sorry. Please don't be mad.
9
Starscream and Megatron had once truly been infatuated with one another. When Megatron had queried Starscream, he had told him that no one was more exquisite and clever than Starscream, no one more fitting to stand by Megatron as his mate and Second in Command. And Starscream was enthralled with him the same way countless Cybertronians were.
The real problems in their bonded life surfaced soon after. Megatron was never satisfied with Starscream's work, and Starscream was coming to realize that being Second in Command was not enough. It did, however, take him a while to realize the severity of a bond. Forever really meant forever and he was bonded to Megatron as long as they were both online.
Being the one warming the great Lord Megatron's berth was a novelty that had long since worn off for Starscream. It was always assumed that the great lord was as skilled in the berth as he was on the battle field, and it was true. But it was only true when Megatron cared for it to be. When they lost their taste for each other, interfacing became rough, uncreative, and this evening, unmercifully long.
Starscream was on his hands and knees, gripping the berth padding to stay in place as Megatron grunted behind him. He winced at the feel of Megatron's claws digging into his plating, the too-dry pounding of a spike in him. Megatron hadn't bothered to do anything to coax him into lubricating. The minimal amount of lubricant wasn't enough to keep his valve from being chafed raw. It hurt now and it would hurt more tomorrow.
A small squeak slipped out Starscream's vocals, to his dismay. "M-Master… Please have mercy… Ah!"
Megatron gave him a hard thrust. "Why should I? This is punishment, after all."
"My Lord, I thought we resolved ngh… it in the command center."
"You're lucky I'm not pounding my fist into your face plating. Dodging my blow like that cost my Intelligence Officer his face screen. Who knows how long it will take for Knockout to have Soundwave actively working again? That mech is more useful in a day than you are in a season."
Starscream bit back a whine. He sagged a little, giving in and just trying to bear it. He closed his optics, processor trying to focus on something outside of the berth chamber. A vehicon he'd met in the wash racks a month ago crossed his mind. Last he'd seen him he had been in the command central, shouting orders at a handful of drones.
"Drone, have you finished yet?" he snapped at a vehicon at the controls. Megatron was busy working out the code on the large overhead screen, so Starscream came closer to the vehicon. He leaned over him to look at the monitor, brushing his hull against the vehicon's shoulder.
"A-Almost..." the drone said nervously.
"Well hurry up," Starscream ordered, a digit tracing the crescent scar across the mech's chest. "Don't take all day. There are other things that need to be done before the cycle is through."
Starscream felt himself relax a little. His memory replay moved forward to later that evening.
He'd been in a similar position on a different berth, biting his bottom lip as the drone came up behind him. A careful hand slid up his wing, a digit rubbing over the tip.
Starscream let out a small moan, surprising himself. He gritted his denta when Megatron chuckled.
"Enjoying yourself, Starscream?"
"No."
Megatron just laughed. Starscream tried to shut down his processor again, reaching back to the memory.
The drone pulled him back, heated frame pressing flush against his own from behind. Starscream rocked his hips back, valve aching with need. Obliging digits filled him, eliciting a breathy croon from his vocals.
Starscream's optics opened suddenly when he realized he'd made the noise aloud again, quite a bit louder than the last. Megatron began to thrust a little slower, distracted by the sound. It was awkward for both of them since Megatron hadn't been able to get pleasured noises out of the seeker in ages.
It was probably bad to let the little fantasy continue, but the reality was less tolerable. He drifted.
He slid back further, his lover's hands guiding his hips to angle in just the right way.
"Spread your legs a little farther, Commander," a comforting voice said. Starscream nodded, obligingly moving his knee joints apart. He lowered himself, slowly sinking his valve around the drone's thick spike.
Starscream managed to contain his vocals, but his body was still reacting. He felt his valve lubricating, the slide of Megatron's spike becoming more and more smooth.
His processor skipped a few minutes until they'd achieved a rhythm. Starscream had moved forward on his hands and knees, crying out with each thrust of the drone's hips. He rolled his hips with expertise, knowing just the right angles to hit the seeker's sensory nodes. Starscream whimpered his name, rocking back again and again to meet his thrusts. He was getting close.
But his tightening valve brought Megatron even closer. He pounded him harder and Starscream whimpered, still sore from the rough start. Megatron shoved Starscream's helm down into the padding to smother the noise. Starscream's internals choked from the suffocation and indignation of it.
Finally the lord grunted, claws sinking deeper as he overloaded. He held there for a moment before pulling his claws away and letting go of his helm. Starscream gasped, intakes whirring for new air.
Megatron rolled over to lie on his back. Starscream sunk against the padding, turning away to get the warlord out of his vision. He closed his optics and counted the minutes until he'd see Steve.
To be continued.
