Warning: Brutal rape/prostitution/interfacing scene.
Chapter 10
Two Decacycles Later:
Starscream walked into the Control Room and silently made his way to the Communications Officer. His wings lowered as he stood by, silently waiting for the response.
Soundwave turned his helm slightly to look at the Seeker and slowly shook his helm. Starscream just lowered his wings more so and walked out. He quickly traveled through the hallways, needing to get somewhere where no one would see him. He finally got outside and hid behind a small storage building where he fell to his knees and cried. He covered his faceplates, trembling as coolant leaked from his optics. He hadn't seen his daughter in so long and didn't know what else to do. His Seekers searched non-stop, and he was unable to join them with his health not being well enough to allow for him to fly.
"I'm sorry, Moonstar. I'm so, so sorry." He said softly to himself between sobs. "I just was never meant to be a sire. All of this just wasn't meant to be. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I failed our daughter. I'm sorry."
He just stayed there for almost a cycle before he calmed himself enough to stand. He unsubspaced a cloth and quickly cleaned his faceplates, hiding any sign of his breakdown. He subspaced it once again, raised his wings, inhaled deeply, and walked back towards the control building. He had work to do for the Decepticons. Work that did not put family into consideration.
"Oh, yeah, keep going. Mmmm, this is great!" Dawnstar moaned as she rested her torso over a desk, her servos gripping the edge before her.
"You are insatiable!" Sideswipe said as he thrust into her, one servo holding a wing while the other gripped her waist.
"So, I may have interfaced with even more 'bots." She smiled.
"Do I want to know who it was this time?"
"Maybe."
"Telling me who else you've interface with while I'm interfacing with you is… weird."
"I'm a Seeker. We're weird." She grinned as she looked back at him, her helm bobbing slightly from being thrust into so hard.
"Who was it?" He panted.
"Bluestreak."
"Again?"
"Trailbreaker."
"Again? Who are all the ones you've fragged more than once?"
"Those two and Smokescreen, Hoist, Skids, Tracks, Air Raid, Slingshot, Skydive, Blades, Streetwise, Hardhead, Strafe-"
"Stop." He paused as he just concentrated on thrusting into her. "Who are the new ones?"
"Mirage."
"Primus..."
"Fireflight, Blaster, Slag, Inferno-"
"Wait, did you say 'Slag?'"
"He's good." She giggled.
"Is that all?"
"You sure you want to hear any more?"
"No, but then again I do."
"Rodimus."
"WHAT?! You fragged a high ranking officer?!" He paused in his humping to stare incredulously at her.
"I am definitely doing it with him again. He's great."
"I don't want to know." He said quickly. "And I'm not all that surprised that you got him to do that."
"Why'd you stop? Come on! Overload me before I get your brother!" She smiled as she bucked into him.
"I think I understand why Megatron keeps Seekers around." He said as he resumed his thrusting.
She just softly moaned, their frames getting hotter as their overload neared. His servos grasped down harder when the surplus energy surged through their frames. He gritted his denta and grunted as he filled her with his fluids. She gasped, her servos digging into the desk as she rode through her climax.
He panted over her for several astroseconds as his systems cooled before pulling out of her. She whimpered as she watched him slide out.
He smiled at her while he reached for a towel over the back of the couch. "I would love to keep going, trust me, I do, but Prowl will kill me if I don't get on patrol. He would kill me again if he knew I was interfacing Starscream's daughter."
"You and half the Autobot army." She smirked as she stood leaning against the desk.
"If you give me an ITV…" He didn't finished the threat as he cleaned himself.
"You're cute when you're threatening me." She giggled.
He smirked. "I wasn't going for 'cute,' but alright."
"How long are you going to be gone?"
"A few joors."
"I'm going to go find Rodimus, then!" She said excitedly as she skipped out of the room.
"Wait, Dawnstar!" He stopped when the door shut. He just looked at the door for a moment before reverting his optics back to his task. Then, he smiled a small, diabolical smile. "Heh, I wonder what Starscream's reaction would be if he heard that his daughter fragged a Dinobot. I would pay to see that."
Dawnstar quickly made her way through the halls of the Autobot base, mechs watching her as she passed. Those who she had recharged with once or more times all flashed her knowing optics, and she would smile coquettishly back.
She stopped at the door to his office and palmed it open. She wasted no time in trotting over to him and sitting on his desk.
"Can I help you?" Rodimus smirked, his optics still studying the drawing he was making on his desk with a laser scalpel.
"I'm here for round two!" She exclaimed before practically leaping off the desk and onto his lap.
He let out a startled squawk as his chair fell over, taking the two with it.
"We have received reports that the Autobots have been spotted outside of Simfur. Their intentions are at this time unknown to us, but we suspect-"
Megatron's thoughts were going elsewhere as his Second delivered his report. The same damn report he gave once every orn ever since he had become Second. Only ever skipping when he was in the medbay. Such dedication to something so boring…
The tyrant's optics lowered, studying the Seeker's frame. Immaculate as always. Perfectly curved, and very pleasing to the optic. But the wings were lowered, he was quieter than usual, and didn't make optic contact as much. His optics were duller, his vocalizer weakened, he wasn't seen as much, and his energy was almost no more. He was always moving, always doing something, but now he seemed as if he was drained of all energy.
"Shockwave reports that he has completed-"
"How are you, Starscream?" Megatron suddenly inquired, no concern in his vocalizer, just wanting to know.
"My lord?" The Seeker asked a little confused.
"I asked, 'how are you?' You seem tired. Have you been recharging well?"
"I am fine, Lord Megatron." He said slowly, his optics looking down as he thumbed at the datapad that he held.
Megatron watched him for a moment, leaning back in his seat. "Have you been receiving enough fuel?"
"I have been receiving the required amounts."
"And how is your little brat?"
His optics reset, wings twitching ever so slightly. Megatron noticed and grinned. Starscream swallowed before speaking.
"Alright." He said softer than what he meant to sound.
"Has she been giving you a hard time? I heard rumors that she has been… difficult of late."
Starscream just kept his optics on his datapad, not answering immediately. "She's just growing up and becoming less dependent on me. I don't think I'm ready to accept the change yet."
Megatron eyed him for a long moment. "Do you regret keeping her? Imagine how much easier your life would be if she had never emerged."
Starscream swallowed, but didn't say anything. He could never imagine his life without his daughter. Even though she had only been in it for such a short time, it just didn't feel right for her not to be around.
"Starscream?" Megatron said when his air marshall had been quiet for too long.
The Seeker's wings twitched before he finally looked up at his superior. "Yes, Mighty Megatron?"
"You haven't answered my question. Do you regret keeping your daughter even with her being trouble?"
Starscream raised his helm a little higher. "No. I do not regret keeping her."
"Hmm," He grunted, his optics studying Starscream's faceplates before lowering.
Starscream didn't bother to tell him to cease groping his frame with his optics. He didn't care about that. All that mattered was getting his femmling back home. And no, he didn't regret keeping her even if she had broken his spark into more pieces than he could count.
How could he ever regret keeping that little femmling who had made him the happiest 'bot alive? Who had only wanted to be with him and be like him. That femmling might be gone now, but he could at least hope that she would return.
"This is what we have so far." Prowl said as he touched the hologram and caused it to display the planet Cybertron. It was littered in purple dots, mostly nearby Kaon. "Seekers have been spotted flying over every one of these sectors. And this is only from yesterday."
"He's still searching for her." Optimus Prime said as he studied the map before him.
"Hasn't slowed down in the slightest."
"He's desperate to find her it seems."
"It would appear so."
Optimus just looked at the map. The Seeker femme had been with them for over two decacycles and not a single orbital cycle went by that the Seekers weren't covering large portions of land all over the planet. Starscream was not willing to give up on finding his daughter. It seemed like he really did care for her.
Optimus' optics narrowed. He wasn't sure if he was making the right choice in keeping the femme. He didn't have any creations of his own, but if he did he probably would be hysterical if he couldn't find them. He felt almost bad about keeping the femme. What if everything was fine for her to be with her sire? What if he really did love her and Optimus was just tearing a family apart all because they hoped to capture her sire, torture him, and retrieve information.
What was more important: Keeping a family together or getting intel that may or may not help them? Sometimes being the boss sucked.
Dawnstar onlined her magenta optics and smiled. She snuggled closer to the mech that held her and inhaled his scent. All the Autobots smelled so much better than Empties, which made them so much fun to cuddle with.
"Mmmm, wha-?" Rodimus grumbled as he onlined.
"Oh, good you're awake." She grinned as she quickly sat up in berth. "Now we can resume where we left off!"
"Wait, let me get my bearings… I think I'm in my room. Yeah, yeah, I am. I am not a morning 'bot." He said slowly as he sat up.
"My sire isn't either. Neither is Uncle Thundercracker. I'm more like Skywarp. Any joor is a good joor!" She giggled.
He stretched his arms, shook his helm, and then turned to her. "Alright, I'm more online than I was. What were you saying?"
She suddenly leaned forward and captured his lip plates in a kiss. He took a moment before he returned it, his one servo clasping the back of her helm as he held her close. It didn't take long for her to be lying on her back with him over her and thrusting into her. They never broke the kiss, their servos clawing at each other as they tried to pull each other closer. Their overload neared and their chest pieces folded apart for their spark energy to interconnect. They broke the kiss to cry through their overload, their sparks bonding powerfully.
He panted over her, taking a while before he could smile. "So, is this how you start every morning?"
She smirked. "I try."
He started to thrust again when there was a knock at the door. His optics widened and he jerked his helm towards the door.
"I'm dead." He said in the smallest of terrified voices.
"Rodimus, open the door." Prowl's vocalizer sounded.
"Frag!" Rodimus exclaimed, keeping his vocalizer down so Prowl couldn't hear as he quickly pulled out. "Hide somewhere!"
Dawnstar swiftly hid behind the desk and lowered her wings. Rodimus grabbed a towel from his desk that he had set out the night before and wiped himself clean as fast as he could. He tossed it aside, checked to make sure everything was closed up properly, and opened the door.
"'Sup, Prowler." He smirked.
"It took you approximately thirty-two point fifty-nine astroseconds longer to open the door than normal." Prowl intoned.
"Glad to see you onlined in a good mood."
"Is someone else in there?"
"In where?"
"Don't play stupid with me."
"I'm not playing anything. What are you playing?"
"What?"
"What?"
Prowl glared daggers at him. "I don't understand how you got your position."
"I don't understand how you managed to shove that rod so far up your tailpipe. Come on, Prowler, loosen up!" Rodimus smiled like an idiot.
Prowl just bitterly looked at him. "You are required to attend a meeting at-"
"I got the message. I'll be there. Don't worry."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Who wouldn't be?" Rodimus said in a "well duh" voice.
Prowl shoved a datapad into Rodimus' abdominal plating. Rodimus took it slowly as he watched the Praxian walk off, obviously seething in his unholy wrath of having to deal with morons.
Rodimus shut the door and tossed the datapad onto the desk. "Coast is clear!" He announced.
Dawnstar leaped to her peds from behind the desk and smiled. "Soooo, let's get back to where we left off!"
"Okay, but I have a meeting in-ack!"
He was silenced when she suddenly grabbed his chest piece and yanked him forward, capturing his lip plates in a kiss.
Thundercracker ran through the hallways as fast as he could, his thruster heels clanging loudly with every footfall giving everyone plenty of warning to jump out of the way. The blue Seeker palmed open the door to the medbay and rushed in.
"Star!" He called, his optics darting around until he saw his trineleader.
"What?" Starscream asked softly as he sat on a medberth, Hook holding his arm as he gave the Seeker his energon through a tube directly into his fuel line.
Thundercracker swallowed. He approached Starscream and took a servo in both of his, looking his trineleader in the optics. "Star, we found her."
Starscream's optics widened. "Where?" He asked in almost a whisper, his servos trembling.
"She's with the Autobots."
Starscream's frame froze.
Thundercracker held Starscream's servo as he led him to the Control Room, ignoring everyone who gave them odd looks. Thundercracker palmed the door open and pulled Starscream inside. The Air Commander's optics were wide, his wings lowered and servos trembling, terrified for his daughter's safety.
"Here, this is what we got." Thundercracker said as he brought Starscream over to Soundwave at his console. Skywarp was there, anxiously watching his trinemates. "One of our spies sent us this image."
Soundwave pressed the necessary commands and the image appeared. It was slightly blurry, but it was very obviously Dawnstar walking through a hallway with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker on either side of her.
Starscream swallowed, studying the image for a long, silent time. "Does anyone else know of this?" He asked so softly.
"No." Thundercracker shook his helm. "Just us and the spy."
"Keep it that way. Soundwave," He swallowed, his vocalizer getting stronger. "Get me in contact with the Autobots."
"Optimus!" Red Alert called from where he sat at the control console. "Incoming call from the Decepticons! From Kaon!"
Optimus raised an optical ridge as he turned to Prowl who was beside him. "You think it's him?"
"Undoubtedly." Prowl said in his unemotional tone.
"This will be fun." Jazz smiled as he leaned back in another chair, his peds propped up on the console before him.
"Put it on the main screen, Red." Optimus ordered.
Red Alert did so and soon the main vid screen displayed the visage of Starscream, his wings raised high, fingertips pressed together to form a steeple before him, and a trinemate on either side. He was smirking, but his optics were dim.
"Prime, it's been a while since I've spoken to you." The Air Commander said coolly, any sign of his pained spark well hidden.
"It has. I was expecting Megatron. Usually he's the one who initiates these calls." Optimus replied.
"Megatron is otherwise engaged. What, am I not good enough?"
"Why are you calling, Starscream?"
"I believe you have something of mine in your possession. I would like that back."
"And that would be…?"
"You know exactly what I'm referring to. I am willing to make a trade." The Seeker said in that honeyed voice of his, his smirk so sexy.
"I don't believe I do. Do explain." Optimus said with a gesture of his servo before crossing his arms.
Starscream's optics narrowed and his wings twitched. "I know she's there. I want my daughter returned to me. I am willing to make a prisoner exchange for her safe return."
Optimus raised an optical ridge. "Maybe we do. Maybe we don't. If she is your daughter you really should keep an optic on her."
His wings lowered momentarily, but he quickly regained his composer. "I'm not in the mood, Prime. I have some Autobot officers that I am willing to trade. You may pick the location."
"What if she doesn't want to return to you? She's not a prisoner here. I won't put her in a situation that she feels like she's in danger." Optimus said slowly.
Starscream's wings twitched. "She is not in danger with me."
"Then why did she run away from you?"
Starscream leaped to his peds. "That is my daughter! I do not abuse her! I would never hurt her!" He stopped, his wings lowering. "What is your price? I will trade-"
"I feel like she is safer here with us." Optimus stated. "When Moonstar was with us she made it quite clear that you had raped and beat her. Your daughter was simply an accident that you never wanted. I don't think that she should be stuck with such a cruel mech as a sire."
Starscream swallowed. "Prime, I will return every single Autobot prisoner in exchange for her release." His vocalizer was softer, his optics a little wide.
Prowl and Optimus exchanged glances. "Tempting, but how am I so sure you won't go against your word?"
Starscream offlined his optics for a moment before he spoke. "Every single Autobot prisoner in exchange for my daughter." His vocalizer was softer, his smirk completely gone and only desperation left on his faceplates. "Please, accept my offer."
Optimus studied the Seeker. He had never once seen that face before or heard that voice. This wasn't the same Starscream who he had fought so many times in battle, who had killed so many, and only cared about himself. This was a different Seeker. One who only wanted his daughter back.
The Prime vented a small sigh as he pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensor. He looked back up at the Seeker and those desperate, sad, and exhausted optics.
"We will do the prisoner exchange outside of Stanix in three orbital cycles. I will send you the coordinates. The Autobot prisoners will be released to us before you receive your daughter. That is my final answer." Optimus said firmly, his optics never looking away from the Seeker.
Starscream's wings raised slightly as he swallowed. "You have my word that they will all be there."
Optimus nodded his helm and the call was cut.
"You think dat was da right thing ta do, Prime?" Jazz questioned as he idly swiveled in his chair.
Optimus' optics narrowed as he thought. "Yes, I think it was." He finally said.
"Argh!" Dawnstar growled as she walked with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe towards the ship that would fly them to the exchange location. "Can't believe I'm being taken back to that slagger."
"Would you rather stay here?" Sideswipe inquired.
"Frag yeah! Here he can't tell me what not to do and I can frag everyone I want too! He's nothing but a slagging killjoy."
"You don't think he'll hurt you, do you? You know, since you were with Autobots."
"He's too much of a coward to do anything. He won't touch me." She said as she climbed onto the ship and took a seat. "He'll probably just cry his optics out and whine like a big sparkling. Whatever." She grunted with a shrug of her shoulders.
The twins sat on either side of her, Bluestreak, Rodimus, Prowl, Jazz, Optimus, Ironhide, Mirage, and Trailbreaker also inside of the ship. The ship took off with the Aerialbots escorting it to it's destination.
Starscream paced anxiously back and forth, his trinemates watching. His Seekers were nearby guarding the prisoners, whispers traveling amongst them. The Air Commander ceased in his pacing and hiked his wings when the Autobot ship arrived. He tried to patiently wait, but he was trembling slightly. Everyone exited the ship once it had landed and approached.
"Release the prisoners, Starscream." Optimus ordered as he stopped before the Elite Trine.
"I want to see her, Prime." Starscream said, his vocalizer a little weak.
Optimus looked back and gave a quick nod of his helm. The twins exited the shuttle with the Seeker femme in tow. Starscream's wings raised. Once she was beside him did Optimus speak again.
"Release them, Starscream."
Starscream eyed him for a moment before snapping his digits. Instantly, all the Seekers who had been guarding the prisoners took off, transformed and flew away. They did not go far, staying in sight as they idly circled in the distant skies. The former prisoners all stood up and made their way to the shuttle, the Aerialbots guiding them along in an orderly fashion.
"My daughter." Starscream said softly as he held a servo out.
Optimus looked back and nodded to the twins. They stepped back from the femme, Sideswipe giving her a nudge forward. She looked back at them for a moment before walking to her sire.
Once she was close enough Starscream took a step forward and embraced her in a hug. "Oh, my precious princess. I was so worried! Please, please don't ever run away from me again."
"Dad, I'm fine." She grunted.
He pulled away, still holding her by the shoulders. "Sweetie, please, if you just need to talk do so. Don't run away. Please, I love you and-"
"Dad, shut up!" She suddenly shouted. "I don't want to hear anything from you! You are such an idiot!"
His wings lowered. The watching Autobots exchanged glances.
"Princess, please, just tell me what you need and I'll-"
"I need you to let go of me!" She snapped as she suddenly pushed his arms away.
He slowly clasped his servos together and held them before his chest piece. "Dawn, please, let's just talk about-"
"You raped mom! You think I want to talk to you!?"
"I was wrong! I made a mistake! I hate myself for what I did to Moonstar. I promised her that I would never do it again and she forgave me. Dawn, please, let me just explain myself." He begged her, his vocalizer so weak and on the verge of being brittle.
"You abused mom and you frag up everything! YOU LET HER DIE! STOP CRYING LIKE A SPARKLING! IT WAS YOUR FAULT! ALL BECAUSE YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF!" She screamed at him.
He just took it, his wings so low and looking so beaten. "Dawnstar, sweetie, I tried everything to save your carrier, to make up for what I had done to her, to give you the best life that I could. Dawn, I love you and I just want to protect you."
"Oh, like how you 'protected' mom." She sardonically replied.
Thundercracker looked like he was about to murder her. Skywarp nervously watched, his wings lowered and servos wringing.
"Dawnstar, I'm sorry. I'm sorry all of this has happened. Please, let me try to be a good sire and help you through this. Let me-"
"SLAG OFF! I HATE YOU!" She furiously shrieked in his faceplates. "YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!"
He swallowed. "Dawnstar, please-"
He took a step back when her fist impacted his faceplates. All of the still watching Autobots' optics widened, a few "ohs" gasped by some. Starscream slowly touched his lower lip plate and looked at his energon covered digits. He didn't look at her, just kept his optics lowered and exhaled deeply.
"Come here you little brat." Thundercracker growled dangerously as he grabbed her wrist and roughly pulled her closer.
"Let go of me!" She bellowed as she kicked at him and squirmed.
"No! You do not strike my trineleader! That is my brother! My friend! He never once struck you! He never raised his vocalizer at you or abused you in any way! He has done everything for your ungrateful, whoring, little aft!" He shouted in her faceplates, his powerful vocalizer making everyone stop and listen.
"Do not talk to me like that!" She yelled angrily as she kicked his shin guards.
"I am about to tear your vocalizer out!"
"Thundercracker," Starscream said suddenly pushing the two apart. "Release her."
"No, Starscream. This selfish, little slagheap is not getting away with treating you like that."
"Let me handle her." He said a little firmer. "She is my daughter. My responsibility. Please, let me handle her."
"Star…"
"That's an order."
Thundercracker glared dangerously at his trineleader for a moment before releasing the femme. Starscream started to try and hug her but she viciously shoved him away. He just took a step back, everything about his frame looking so defeated.
"I've had enough of this slag. I'm going home." Dawnstar grumbled before she transformed and took off.
Thundercracker spared his trineleader only a quick, angry glance before following after the black and red femme. Skywarp approached the Air Commander and placed a servo on his shoulder.
"You gonna be alright, Star?" He asked gently.
Starscream slowly shook his helm, his optics offline as he tried to control his emotions. Skywarp swallowed.
"We'll get through this, Star. She won't be mad at you forever."
Starscream didn't say anything. He just nodded his helm slowly before onlining his optics, now white with static. Skywarp transformed and flew away, quickly joining the other Seekers. Starscream glanced back at the Autobots and gave them a small nod in thanks for keeping to their end of the deal. They just watched him, not sure what to do or say. The Air Commander transformed and joined his Seekers, soon leading them back to Kaon.
"Wow, and I thought I had family issues with this guy." Sideswipe said as he jabbed a thumb at his twin.
"That was pretty… intense." Trailbreaker commented.
"And everyone wonders why I never want to have a creation." Mirage remarked.
"You think you made the right choice, sir?" Prowl inquired of his superior.
Optimus was silent for a moment. "I was concerned about her safety, but now I think it is Starscream who is in danger."
Starscream led the Seekers back to Kaon, his trinemates in formation behind him and his daughter flying between them. He was silent, trying to control himself as he just listened to the arguing happening behind him.
"You do not hit your sire! He was terrified for you! Do you know how long and hard we searched for you!? Do you know what we had to go through to get your ungrateful, whoring aft back?! No, of course not! You only care about yourself and spreading your legs apart for every passing mech!"
"Oh, shut up, Thundercracker! I wasn't in any danger and I enjoyed my time with the Autobots."
"You are such a naïve, selfish, stupid, little femmling! The Autobots are our enemies! The only reason you are not dead is because they hoped to get something out of you!"
"Well they certainly did." She said in a voice that made it obvious she would have been smiling proudly if she had been in root mode.
Thundercracker was silent for a moment. "You better not have…"
"I did. They're good. I got laid by over fifty Autobots. Some more than once. And I loved every astrosecond of it!"
Starscream's spark shattered. His entire being shook from the hurt of what his daughter was saying. He felt nauseous, he felt like screaming, like crying, like breaking something, like… He trembled, trying to control himself.
"YOU STUPID FEMME!" Thundercracker furiously roared.
"I think I'll go back sometime and get some more in!" She proclaimed, not ashamed in the slightest.
"Did you tell them anything?! Did they question you!?"
"Yes, but it's kinda hard to answer when you're being pounded into a berth." She giggled.
"You're dead. I am tearing you apart! There won't be enough of you to feed a Z'verein mole-rat!"
"Whatever!"
Starscream just internally cried. He kept thinking about his little femmling, so perfect and sweet, and now she was… He didn't know what she was.
Megatron's optics narrowed as he listened to the arguing Seekers, their visages displayed on the vid screens before him. Starscream was silent, the only two speaking being Dawnstar and Thundercracker. The little brat boasting of her ability to recharge with the Autobots, and not withholding information that they asked of her. She may not know anything of worth, but such a vocalizer was not welcomed in the Decepticon ranks. Especially since her sire was such an important figure. She could easily learn something from him and inform the Autobots.
The interfacing with the enemy alone was traitorous. No, she needed to be dealt with.
Megatron rose from his seat and marched out of his office to meet the Elite Trine as they landed.
::Dismissed.:: Starscream informed his Seekers as they now flew over Kaon.
All the Seekers, except for his trinemates and Dawnstar, banked away to go their own way, a few still tagging along since they were headed in the same direction.
Starscream descended and transformed in front of the control building, the others doing the same. There were many Decepticons gathered around, walking, talking, working on something. The Stunticons were hanging out nearby on some empty storage containers, Swindle was selling something to Runamuck and Runabout, Rumble and Frenzy were antagonizing Ravage by trying to ride him like a horse, and the Reflectors were conversing with Scavenger and Bonecrusher. It was crowded.
Starscream turned to face his trine and daughter. "How about we go back to the house and talk?" Starscream said a little stronger, trying to hide how he really felt.
"Or, you guys leave me alone as I go off and have fun." Dawnstar snapped.
"Princess, we need to talk. We can do one subject at a time, but we have-"
"Starscream!"
Starscream spun around to face his superior as he stomped towards them. His wings twitched, but he did his best to hide his inner turmoil.
"Yes, Mighty Megatron?"
The tyrant stopped before his Second. He glared at Dawnstar for a astrosecond before reverting his optics back onto the tri colored Seeker. "Where are our prisoners?"
"Where prisoners ought to be: In the cells."
Megatron's optics narrowed before he backhanded Starscream across the faceplates. Starscream yelped, but didn't otherwise react. Dawnstar's optics widened slightly, never having seen Megatron hit her sire before.
"My lord? What have I done?" Starscream asked slowly, his wings lowering.
"You know exactly what you have done." Megatron growled dangerously, a digit jabbed at the Seeker's chest plates.
"I don't believe I do."
Another backhand. Starscream took a step back, his wings as low as they could go. Megatron's optics glared murderously at him.
"Don't think I am unaware of what you have been up to, Starscream. I am always watching you. You have been searching for your little brat for almost three decacycles and you found her with the Autobots!"
"How did you-"
"Find out? I have my ways, and many who are loyal to me, unlike you and your brat."
"I have not-"
Megatron held up a device that played back the arguing vocalizers of Dawnstar and Thundercracker. Starscream's optics widened as he heard his daughter's voice brag about her interfacing with Autobots and willingly answering their questions.
"How did you obtain that?" Starscream asked softly, his optics wide.
"When I was informed you were taking the prisoners I had a recording device planted on you."
"By who?"
"That does not concern you, does it?"
Starscream swallowed. "I'll come quietly if you don't punish me in front of her." He said so low so only Megatron could hear, now since everyone present was watching them.
"No, Starscream, I will not be beating you. The true traitor is the one who interfaced with our enemies!" He roared as he pointed towards Dawnstar.
The watching mechs whispered amongst each other, many wide opticed about Dawnstar doing such a thing. Starscream was trembling all over.
"Please, Lord Megatron, she didn't-"
"She knew exactly what she was doing." He snapped. "I should have never allowed you to keep it. Than I wouldn't have to be dealing with all of your drama and your treacherous, whoring brat!"
"Megatron, she isn't-"
"I'm going to do what I should have done to that Autobot whore the moment you informed me she was carrying!" He bellowed as he raised his fusion cannon and aimed it at Dawnstar.
Dawnstar's optics widened and she froze. The cannon whirled to life, the ominous glow within signaling impending death and destruction.
"NO!"
Everyone froze, watching wide opticed at the scene. Starscream was suddenly between Megatron's cannon and his daughter, his wings raised and arms spread out to protect her, his optics as wide as they could be. Dawnstar was terrified, hiding behind her sire as she quaked with fear.
"Step aside, Starscream." Megatron said slowly, dangerously through gritted denta.
Starscream swallowed, his optics becoming a little less wide. He slowly reach a servo out and touched the fusion cannon. Cautiously, he took a step forward, his other servo on the cannon now as well, gingerly lowering it.
"No," The Air Commander said softly as he slowly shook his helm. "Please, Lord Megatron. It's not her fault." He placed a servo on his cockpit as the other kept the fusion cannon lowered. "It's mine. I failed to raise her properly. It's my fault this has happened. P-punish me. Please, don't shoot her. It's my fault."
Megatron just glared at him, the ugliest scowl on his fearsome faceplates. No one dared to even cycle air as they anxiously watched.
"Please, let's talk about it in your office." Starscream said still in that quiet vocalizer. "It's not her fault. I'm the one who has failed. I'm the one who has disobeyed your orders. I am the one who must be punished. Please, my lord, let's just discuss it in your office."
Megatron's optics narrowed to the thinnest of slits before he finally powered down his fusion cannon and lowered his arm. "Fine, we will discuss this in my office." He growled with gritted denta in his air marshall's visage.
Starscream nodded his helm quickly. Megatron turned and stomped off towards the control building's entrance. Starscream twirled around and grabbed his daughter, hugging her tightly.
"Daddy, he was-he was-" She stuttered in horror, shaking so hard.
"It's alright, princess. I'm going to take care of everything. Don't worry about anything." Starscream said quickly into her audio receptor as he held her close. "I'm here to protect you. You'll be fine." He pulled away to look her in her terrified optics. "I'll-I'll be back, precious. You're safe." He kissed her on the brow before finally releasing her and grabbing Thundercracker by the wrist. "Watch them Thundercracker. Take care of them until I return."
"Star, don't-"
"Just watch them."
The Air Commander than released him and quickly made his way into the control building and out of his trinemates' sights. They stood there for a moment, concerned for the tri colored Seeker.
"Come on, we need to return to the house." Thundercracker said as he grabbed Dawnstar's arm and led her away.
She was still in too much of a daze to fight back or say anything. Skywarp watched the control building's now closed door for a long moment before trotting after his blue trinemate.
Starscream's thruster heels clanked loudly as he made his way to Megatron's office. He seemed to be the only one in the building, for he had not run into anyone else. He was trembling, the thought of losing his daughter plaguing his processor. He stopped in front of the door and palmed it open.
"I don't know if that was love or stupidity that forced you in front of my cannon." Megatron grunted as he sat at his desk, his fusion cannon now disconnected from his arm and leaning against the wall.
Starscream closed the door behind him. He slowly approached his leader. "Megatron, she is only a youngling. She doesn't know anything about this war. She's never had an enemy and so doesn't realize-"
"She knew what she was doing was wrong, Starscream. She's stupid, but not that stupid."
"She is experiencing a difficult time with the loss of her carrier. She doesn't know what-"
"She knew what she was doing was wrong, and yet she did it anyway. She will be punished, and quite severely."
Starscream felt like he had been punched in the spark. "My lord, it wasn't her fault. I failed to raise her properly. I am the one in the wrong. I am the one to be punished."
"You are only trying to save your little brat. No, Starscream, she will be beaten until she gets it through her processor that we are at war and she isn't a sparkling anymore."
Starscream quietly made his way around Megatron's desk and climbed onto the warlord's lap. A leg on either side of Megatron's, the Seeker looked him in the optics.
"Please, Megatron, it wasn't her fault. She didn't mean to be a traitor."
"Do you honestly believe she was ignorant of her mmhmhhm-"
Starscream silenced his superior with a kiss, his servos holding the sides of his helm as he deepened it. He had his glossa inside and playing with Megatron's, desperate to change his leader's decision. Megatron finally jerked his helm away and glowered at the Seeker. Starscream's servo lowered and cupped Megatron's codpiece, rubbing it salaciously.
"Your little touches are not going to change my decision." Megatron grunted.
"Please, Megatron, she is innocent."
"No, she isn't. She will be handed over to Vortex and scourged with an energon whip until I deem she has learned her lesson."
Starscream swallowed. "No, I should be the one handed over-"
"No, Starscream. Stop trying to change my processor. There is nothing you can do or say that will."
Starscream's processor was racing. He knew Dawnstar wouldn't be able to handle any punishment that Megatron would order and she would deactivate from the pain and shock. And it was his job to protect her. No one was going to harm her as long as he still functioned. He had to change Megatron's mind. He had to take the punishment for his own daughter's mistakes.
He had promised Moonstar that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to their daughter. To their precious femmling.
"I change my answer." He said in the lowest of voices.
"What?" Megatron asked slowly, an optical ridge rising.
Starscream was trembling. "You leave Dawnstar alone. You do not punish her and leave her to me and-" He swallowed. "I'm yours. In every way."
"I'm not sure I follow…"
Starscream reached down and grabbed Megatron's servo. He pulled it closer and placed it over his codpiece. Megatron's optics widened some.
"Leave her alone and let me handle her, and I'll let you find out if the rumors concerning Seeker valves are true." Starscream whispered, his frame shaking nervously.
Megatron eyed him for a long, tense moment before the smallest of smirks crept over his visage. Starscream leaned forward, capturing Megatron's lip plates in a kiss as his servos pleasured the tyrant's frame with little electrical shocks. Megatron's servos rose, roving and touching his Air Commander like this for the first time. Feeling him, pleasuring him back, running his hands along those curves and smooth plates. Their frames were beginning to heat, inner fans kicking on to cool them off. Megatron grabbed his Seeker's thighs and lifted him up as he stood. He placed him on the desk, Starscream's legs wrapping around his waist, never breaking the kiss.
Starscream's lowered to rub over Megatron's groin until the codpiece finally slid away. He hid his disgust as he touched him, stroking him, preparing him to penetrate. Starscream's own codpiece slid away, not bothering to remove his spike from its casing. He knew he wouldn't be using it. His valve was ready, and he was trembling uncontrollably.
Megatron broke the kiss and gave his Second a lustful smile. "We have a deal."
Starscream yelped when he was forcefully entered, then pushed down against the desk. Megatron was over him, thrusting hard and fast as he gripped the Seeker's waist, holding him firmly in place. Starscream gasped in pain, but soon forced himself to moan as if he was enjoying it. If he could make Megatron happy, please him just so, it was a better chance of him leaving Dawnstar alone.
The Seeker wanted to cry. He had remained a virgin to Megatron's spike for so many thousands of vorns, and now that was all over. Everything would never be the same between the two Decepticon leaders.
Starscream grasped Megatron's shoulders, trying to remain calm despite the pain. Trying to sound as if it wasn't so bad. But he kept occasionally crying out in pain. Megatron was much larger than either of his trinemates, and he thrust far harder than them.
"You seem to not be enjoying this, Starscream." He smirked as he kept up his fierce humping, pounding his subordinate into the desk.
"Ah, ah, I never-ah have been spiked by-ah anyone but my trinemates. Ah, ah, gah, they are the only mechs I've ever-ah been with." Starscream managed to say between painful thrusts.
"Well, the rumors are certainly true. Your valve is amazing."
Starscream clenched his denta, trying to keep quiet, but soon was gasping in pain. He felt his systems heating up even more so, his overload coming. He just thought about his daughter. He was doing this for her. To save her. She would be safe, and his trinemates would never know. No one could know about this. About how he had sold his own frame to achieve a goal, no matter how noble that goal was.
He cried when his overload came, Megatron growling with gritted denta over him. The Seeker jumped when he was filled with so much fluid, feeling it spill over and cover his inner thighs.
The two just looked at each other as they panted, the surplus energy still cycling through their systems. Megatron smiled after a bit.
"So, you have never been with a grounder before?"
Starscream slowly shook his helm. "No. Well, a few femme prostitutes, but the only mechs have been my trinemates." He said between pants.
"I suppose you never did any rough interfacing?"
"Skywarp likes it rough, but I'm not sure I quite follow."
"You like to role play with your trinemates, correct?"
"At times…"
"How about this: You try to fight me off. Make it a little more 'interesting' rather than you submitting so easily."
Starscream swallowed. "Alright, I-I'll try to please my lord."
Megatron pulled out and Starscream gasped from it. He leaned in closer and smiled.
"Run."
Starscream's optics widened. He used his thruster heels to quickly slide off the desk and onto the floor just as Megatron reached for him. The Seeker leaped to his peds and desperately ran for the door. Megatron grabbed a wing and yanked him down, eliciting a pained cry. Starscream kicked his superior in the chin guard, only causing him to chuckle. The Seeker found himself wrestling against his superior, trying to keep him from entering him again. He managed to get a ped against the tyrant's chest piece and powered on the thruster. Megatron grunted as he fell back from the searing heat burning into him. Starscream wasted no time in getting back to his peds and sprinting to the door again.
He reached out, about to palm it open when strong arms wrapped around his waist. He kicked and jabbed his elbows into the ex-gladiator, refusing to give in. He powered on his thruster heels, but the grip was too tight. He punched the arms holding him, kept squirming, kicking, flapping his wings, anything to be freed.
The grip never loosened.
Starscream was dragged back to the desk still struggling. He was thrown against it, an ebony servo holding him down as Megatron took his position behind him. Starscream kept fighting, refusing to be conquered so easily. He tried lifting himself up, but his front and faceplates were simply forced harder against the desktop.
Megatron forced his legs apart, and the Seeker started to tremble, not wanting to be taken again. He could feel Megatron's ready spike between his thighs, waiting to enter. Starscream offlined his optics, and slide his codpiece away. Megatron instantly entered him, causing him to yelp in pain. The ebony servos grasped the delicate wings and the fierce, hard, painful thrusting commenced.
Megatron yanked him onto his spike as he thrust into him, more powerful and painful than before. Starscream cried out in agony from each thrust, no longer fighting as he submitted to his fate. His servos clawed at the desk, denting and scraping over it's smooth surface as if it would free him from his attacker. His digits started to leak at the tips, his energon blood soon smearing over the desk. His optics were white with static, his screams drowning out Megatron's grunts and pants, and the clanging of their frames.
Their overload came brutally, making Starscream cry out even louder. The Seeker gasped, desperately cycling cooler air for his overheating systems. Megatron wasted no time in continuing his thrusts, taking pleasure in the sounds that his Seeker made.
Starscream looked back at that uncaring visage, those blood red optics only filled with lust. He looked back ahead, his helm bobbing from the force of Megatron's humping. He looked at the Decepticon insignia painted so proudly on the wall before him. His entire life dedicated to its cause, and this was his destiny.
Then, he thought about Moonstar. She was once in this position, being viciously raped as she screamed and cried. Begging for it to end but only uncaring optics glared at her. He had subjected his beautiful, perfect Conjunx Endura to such a hell. He had ignored her, beaten her, and hurt her. All because he only cared about himself.
Why had he ever been so stupid? So cruel? Perhaps there really was a Primus and this was his way of punishing the Seeker for his transgressions. Poetic justice at its finest. Maybe he deserved this? He had done this to his Moonstar, he had failed in saving her, and now he had failed in protecting their daughter.
He was never meant to be a sire. He was never meant to have a happy family, a mate, a brighter future. No, he had done terrible things in his life and now it was time for justice to be dealt. Justice in the form of karma.
Coolant leaked from his optics from the pain of Megatron's thrusts, from the pain of his broken spark, and from how he had hurt his Conjunx Endura. Everything was just slag, and he wasn't sure he could take much more of it. He had lost his battle. His carrier, his best friend, his mate, his son, his dignity, and he was sure he was about to lose his daughter.
He cried louder, coolant pouring out now as he sobbed between pained cries. He had never cried before Megatron before, no matter what the tyrant had done to him. He was ashamed of his weakness, but he just couldn't hold it in any longer.
Megatron smiled evilly to himself. It had taken him thousands of vorns but he had finally done it. After all the beatings, the torture, the near death experiences. He had finally done it.
He had finally conquered Starscream. The Seeker would never be a threat again.
Starscream walked slowly back to his house, everything hurting, especially between his legs. Megatron had overloaded him eleven times before finally releasing him, but not before telling him that in order for his daughter to continue functioning he must return every orbital cycle to keep the deal.
Starscream slowly put in his code and entered the house. He had cleaned himself off before leaving Megatron's office, so he did not look like he had just been interfacing, but his frame was still dented and scraped from where he had been grabbed and held down.
"Star, sweetie, are you alright?" Thundercracker worriedly asked as he ran over from where he had been sitting on the couch.
"I'm fine." He said so softly.
"You sure, Scree?" Skywarp asked as he took Starscream's servo and held it.
"Where is Dawnstar?"
"She's recharging in her berthroom. Don't worry, she's locked in." Thundercracker informed.
Starscream slowly nodded him helm. "I'm going to go recharge myself." He said so softly, so distantly.
"Star, did he hurt you? What happened?" Thundercracker demanded as he held his trineleader by the shoulders.
"He won't hurt Dawnstar. Everything is fine."
"Star, what happened?"
"I'm going to go recharge. I'm tired. I'll talk to you in the morning." He said, his optics looking down.
Thundercracker looked at him for a long moment before nodding his helm. "Alright, you do that. Want us to recharge with you?"
Starscream shook his helm. "I need some time alone."
He then walked away, leaving his worried trinemates behind.
"You think he's alright?" Skywarp asked quietly.
"No, he's not telling us something."
"Isn't he always?"
Starscream walked straight into his washroom and shut the door. He turned on the water and just sat in its comforting warmth for a few astroseconds before grabbing a cloth. He poured soup onto it and started to scrub. He scrubbed hard, trying his best to cleanse himself of Megatron's touch. He scraped off paint, just trying to be clean once more.
When he finished with his upper body he stopped. Gingerly, he started to wipe his inner thighs. Gently, he cleaned over his codpiece, careful to not make it hurt anymore than what it did.
Coolant tears once again leaked from his optics. The shock of the attack suddenly struck him, all the fear, the horror, the pain, everything was released as if the floodgates opened. He fell to his knees, a strong, nauseating sensation taking over his systems. He purged his fuel tanks of what little fuel they held all over the floor, the water sweeping it away and down the drain. He covered his faceplates and just cried, his frame shaking.
"She's safe. She's safe. She's in the house. He's not going to touch her. He's not going to touch them. They're all safe. You just did what you had to. They're safe." He told himself as he gently rocked on his knees. "I'm sorry Moonstar. I'm so sorry I ever did that to you. I'm sorry that all of this has happened. I'm sorry. I was never meant to be a sire. I'm so, so sorry."
He stayed in there crying for nearly a joor before he finally managed to calm down, finish cleaning himself, and then crawled onto his berth where he cried himself into recharge.
Yup, that just happened.
Starscream getting between Megatron and his daughter to save her ungrateful aft was a scene I always thought about and plagued my mind as I wrote all of Ancillam.
Now, I'm not a big fan of the whole MegsXScreamer or pervert Megatron, but I had to make Starscream suffer more! XD It's more of just dominating in this. Starscream has completely submitted and will no longer be a threat. The last part of him he had kept from Megatron is gone. He is no longer free.
He mentioned his "answer" in Chapter 13 of Ancillam. He had said that he had made his answer known and wasn't going to change it...
Emotional floods are real. Depression can make you not care about anything so you have almost no emotions. And if something major happens you get hit with so many emotions at once that your body goes into a "fight or flight" response. It happened to me once. No fun. :/
Poor Starscream... I know you guys probably hate me now. :P Well, more so. XD Would you hate me more if I said that things are STILL gonna get worse? Yeah...