AN: Special thanks to Kangarooney, HighxOnxCrack, Random523 and Peppymint for their contributions.
(Transformers Animated.)
From as far away as they were it looked... vombified. As human as the word was Megatron could think of no other way to describe it. Some parts looked Cybertronian, others didn't. Closer inspection of whatever-the-frag-it-was revealed that it had wings, and thrusters, which was what must have been keeping it in the air. He quickly ordered Blitzwing to take it down, and get rid of it if it was nothing useful. He had no patience for distractions messing around outside his temporary base.
He first realised that something was wrong when the triple changer returned with his calmest persona in place. "My lord, zere somezing I think you need to see."
Megatron had narrowed his optics at whatever he presumed was going to be a waste of his valuable time -time that could be spent planning the takeover of Cybertron- and followed his subordinate into another area of the base.
He felt a tinge of annoyance to see that Blitzwing had brought whatever had been hovering by a chain outside their base that morning inside. He whirled on the other mech, "Get rid of it fool." he snapped, "whatever it is I don't want in contaminating my base!"
Blitzwing hesitated, "You don't- you don't recognize him, my lord?" he asked carefully.
Megatron's optics flared, "Him?"
Blitzwing stepped forward and pointed carefully to the faded, scratched marking on what appeared to be a wing. A Decepticon insignia.
Megatron's optics widened. This was a solider of his?
"It's Starscream," Blitzwing said quietly.
Megatron could barely take his optics off the battered and dented creature on the berth in front of him, "Impossible." he snapped, incapable of seeing the tall, slim, elegant Starscream as something like -like this.
"I analysed ze spark signature my lord, it is him."
Megatron shook his helm, walking around what his subordinate claimed to be Starscream. Scratched, burnt, dented, and crushed all over his frame, filthy, his paint no longer visible, and in stasis lock, someone must have tortured him...
He looked over the seeker more carefully. His null rays had been removed... Lockdown. There was no doubt in his processor that the bounty hunter was behind this.
He glared down at the tortured remains of his former second; he would need to have 'words' with the mech about unprofessional conduct. This was not what he had asked for when he'd put the bounty on the seeker's helm, far from it.
He tuned swiftly to Blitzwing, "Get to work." he snapped, gesturing to the seeker's more serious injuries. He had no doubt that had it not been for Starscream's unique condition he would be offline by now; instead he was in stasis lock, his processor incapable of dealing with the pain. "And for spark's sake get this thing off him!" he shouted to the triple changer rushing about the room looking for equipment, gesturing to the thick and tight looking collar he had just spotted around his seeker's neck.
Starscream was no one's pet but his, and it appeared as if the last mech to get his servos on him hadn't treated him very well.
Blitzing rushed from the room, exclaiming he had to get something, and Megatron was left alone with the empty seeker.
He reached out and touched Starscream's servo, it was stone cold and felt rusty. Cosmic rust would have taken the seeker down instantly though, he was fairly sure his former second was free of that, so he didn't remove his servo.
"You will be back on your knees before me in no time," Megatron told him smoothly, stroking Starscream's claws -blunt and cracked in places- as he spoke, "My dear Starscream..."
There was a bang which signalled Blitzwings return and Megatron swiftly removed himself from the seeker, taking a step back to watch the triple changer work.
"Chances of there being permanent damage?" Megatron called over to the triple changer.
Blitzwing didn't look up as he continued to work, "I shall fix him right up my lord!" he said confidently, "zere won't be a dent to be seen."
Megatron frowned, "His appearance is not my priority," he growled, "his processor is."
Blitzwing paused in his work, "zere is a high chance zat he may suffer... psychological trauma..."
Megatron growled to himself. He would not be merciful should he cross that bounty hunters path again, not if he had permanently damaged the best -if somewhat eccentric and treacherous- processor the Decepticon faction had.
"Very well," he snapped, waving the triple changer away, "Fetch your equipment and set to work. I want him functional and responsive by this evening."
Blitzwing nodded and rushed out of the room, leaving Megatron alone with the treacherous, empty broken shell of what was once his beautiful promising second. He lifted Starscream's limp servo to his mouth and pressed his lips to it.
The seeker remained still and unresponsive on the berth as Megatron laid the servo back down, his thumb rubbing over it absently before he removed his servo and left the room.
(G1 A long time ago...)
Megatron sighed down at the tiny red, white and blue seeker, who was now smeared in filth, clumps of mud and grass stuck into his joints that would be Pit to clean out later.
He scowled down at the wide innocent optics, "You'd better have a good excuse."
Starscream's face split into a wide grin, he made a high pitched squealing noise and waddled closer, stubby arms waving in the air excitedly.
Megatron's scowl deepened, sparkling gibberish did not translate into a good excuse to him. He was about to point this out to the idiotic seekerlet, we he saw just what Starscream was waving at him.
"What is that?" he snapped, pointing to it and moving forward to take it off the seeker before he did something idiotic with it, like stuck it in his mouth.
Starscream made an annoyed sounding squeak and tried to hide it behind his short wing numbs, face the picture of innocence.
"It's no good hiding it now," Megatron said, reaching out to the seeker and taking one of his arms, "I've already seem it."
Starscream shook his helm in denial and held the object aloft. Had his limbs been any longer he might succeeded in keeping it out of Megatron's reach. "Bahhhh!" he shouted out indignantly as it was prised loose from his sticky servo.
Megatron grimaced as he lifted up the mangled dead plant life between two fingers, "Starscream," he growled reproachfully, "That's disgusting."
Starscream's optics widened and for a moment he looked utterly spark broken. He pointed at the mangled, mashed remains of the flower and then at Megatron, before turning his gaze down to the floor.
Megatron's expression softened, "It was for me?" he asked.
Starscream nodded, still staring at the floor.
Megatron sighed; he'd have to like it now, wouldn't he? "Well" he said, still holding it aloft with mild disgust, "I suppose it's the thought that counts."
Starscream shrieked happily and started to bounce on his thrusters, gesturing wildly about... something. Megatron couldn't have fought away his smile if he wanted to.
He waddled closer to Megatron to stretch forward on the tips of his thrusters, lips pursed, optics closed.
And Megatron frowned, before it dawned on him. He glanced at the mangled, dead remains of the flower in his servo, and from what he could tell it had once been a red rose. He unconsciously crushed it in his servo and vowed to murder whatever bolts-for-brains idiot had told Starscream about the fragging human holiday it was today.
"I'm too old for you," he told the seeker calmly, slowly relaxing his crushing grip on the dead flower, "I'm sure there are far more suitable Valentines for you to choose from."
But Starscream looked like he didn't want a different Valentine. He continued to stare hopefully up at the older mech, optics wide and pleading.
"Starscream," he tried to reason, but the tiny seeker squeaked and stumbled forward, grabbing his leg and jumping up and down on his pede. When he still hadn't bent down to give Starscream the kiss that -in the seeker's opinion- he rightfully deserved, he smacked Megatron's leg as hard as he could; which wasn't very hard.
"Alright fine!" Megatron finally snapped, and Starscream squealed in excitement, reassuming his expecting-kiss expression.
Megatron swooped down and pressed the quickest, lightest kiss to Starscream's cheek, completely ignoring his pursed lips. He pulled back, and as expected, Starscream squawked his annoyance, pointing to his lips.
"Maybe next year." Megatron growled, "Now hurry up and get to the wash racks. No Valentine of mine should be wandering about looking so filthy, it's embarrassing."
Starscream squeaked again at being referred to as Megatron's Valentine and bounded off ahead towards the wash racks. Megatron followed after, at a far more sedate pace, smiling to himself.
(G1 again.)
Starscream sighed. He should have known it would turn out like this.
"Please Starscream," Skyfire begged him, "I know this isn't you, you know this is wrong!"
If it had been anyone else Starscream would have told them to frag off and get a clue, but it wasn't anyone else. It was Skyfire, and Skyfire was still naive enough to think Starscream was the bright enthusiastic partner he'd once had, the partner he'd once loved.
The worst part of this was that Starscream had a strong suspicion that the gentle shuttle still loved him, and that would not at all work out well.
"I'm leaving," Skyfire admitted to him "and I'm going to join the Autobots."
Starscream's optics widened in surprise as the larger mech told him this -that the larger mech would trust him enough to tell him this. Strangest of all he wasn't angry at his betrayal, or that surprised to be honest.
He sighed and looked down, it was probably within his duties to persuade Skyfire otherwise or at the very least, shoot the treacherous fragger, but he found himself thinking it was for the best. This way he wouldn't get this helm ripped off by Megatron the next time he dared smile at him in front of the tyrant.
"I want you to come with me," Skyfire finished.
Starscream snapped his helm up to look at the delusional shuttle, "...What?" he whispered hoarsely.
Skyfire smiled his benevolent smile down at him, radiating gentle adoration for him with every part of his aura. "I love you," he said and Starscream's optic twitched, "and I want to save you."
Starscream hissed, "I don't need saving."
Skyfire either didn't hear him or ignored him, "I'll look after you Star, you don't have to be scared." he reassured him, reaching down towards him.
Starscream jumped back and sneered, "Save me?" he barked indignantly, "From what exactly?"
Skyfire looked concerned but kept his calm, comforting demeanour, "From yourself," he said, unknowingly digging himself into a hole, "and from that- that brute you call a leader."
Starscream's optical ridges lifted, "Brute?"
Skyfire nodded, "I've seen the way he looks at you, I'm worried Starscream, he looks like he wants to- wants to tear you to pieces or- or eat you."
Starscream fought back the slight smirk; eating was one of way putting it he supposed.
"Skyfire, I can't go with you." he said lightly, now starting to find this more funny than anything else. It just showed how much they'd grown apart, or how much he had grown up whilst Skyfire had been in his frozen prison.
"You can Starscream," Skyfire insisted, reached down and actually grabbing Starscream's servo this time, "I will look after you, and we can finally be together."
Starscream opened his mouth to inform the shuttle all the ways that that was not going to happen, ever, when he suddenly found another glossa in there with his own. "HMMMM!"
Skyfire cupped the back of his helm and pushed him closer as he kissed him, forcing his larger glossa deep into the seeker's mouth as he lost himself to memories of when they were younger. Starscream appeared to be moaning into his mouth so doubled his efforts; a huge servo slipped between the seeker's wings and rubbed. Starscream moaned again.
Despite Skyfire's beliefs, Starscream was not moaning, more, his indignant shrieks were being muffled by the huge shuttle's mouth. He squirmed furiously as servos rubbed down his frame, and tried to bite as the larger mech's lips as one cupped and squeezed his aft.
He drew his fist back, about to punch him in the side of the helm when the huge shuttle was ripped clean away from him, as if an invisible, super strength magnet was right behind him.
Only it wasn't a magnet, rather a very, very annoyed Megatron instead.
Whatever anyone said was completely drowned out by the sounds of a fusion canon firing six shots in succession. Starscream jumped up, fear tugging at his spark as for a moment he thought Megatron had shot Skyfire.
Thankfully, due to his leader's terrible aim, Skyfire was relatively unscathed, and had managed to pick himself up and was now cowered in the corner. Surprisingly, Megatron didn't continue to at shoot him, instead turned his attention to the wide optic'd seeker behind him.
Starscream opened his mouth explain when his leader descended on him, right in front of Skyfire.
His protests were dismissed as Megatron took the position Skyfire had previously occupied, only he didn't mess around with any of that - as he called it- unnecessary foreplay.
Starscream gasped and arched, as his mouth was released after a deep, invasive kiss and a firm servo grasped his groin, rubbing at his interfacing panel. "Meh-Megatron wait!" he cried out, optics locking onto Skyfire's horrified face, "Wait!"
Megatron ignored him, too focused on reclaiming what was his.
He was span and shoved into a bulkhead, Megatron's heavy frame pressing into his back, engine rumbling against his wings. His panel was tricked open by devious fingers, and before he could shout a single word about public indecency a thick finger wormed into his valve. "Megatron noooo!" he wailed, digits gripping and pushing at the bulkhead he'd been squashed against.
The single digit was soon joined by a second, and as they gently thrust in and out of his valve he couldn't give a slag about Skyfire being in the room anymore, and moaned, long and low.
Megatron rumbled in appreciation and narrowed his optics at Skyfire who was staring at them, thrusting into Starscream's valve with one servo and drawing out his spike with the other.
The shuttle climbed to his shaky thrusters as he watched the Decepticon leader brutally impale Starscream with his thick spike. Starscream howled in pleasure and arched back against the wall, moaning and gasping and begging.
He had to leave, now. Megatron was smirking at him as he rocked his hips up into Starscream, loud, wet noises filling the room between the seeker's shrieks of delight.
The limped away quickly, the image of Megatron grinning at him in victory and Starscream's expression of ecstasy still span around his processor. He ran faster, his ex-partner's screams for Megatron to take him deeper, harder, chasing him out of the base.
This, more than anything, was more of a reason to return and rescue his partner another cycle. He wouldn't abandon Starscream, not to Megatron at least.
(Whatever universe you want it to be)
Starscream had a gorgeous mouth; that much Megatron would never be ashamed to admit. The trademark smirk it managed to pull itself into always had his engine running a little hotter and the frag could those lips kiss him into oblivion.
Unfortunately, the voice than came out of it wasn't always the most tolerable.
"Uh! uhhh! UUHHH! Oh Megatroooon!"
He liked how vocal Starscream was, most of the time, when he had him screaming and crying beneath him, begging and pleading, moaning. But today he had a processor ache, and he was only here because the seeker had been particularly insistent. He'd relented this once simply due to all the times he had pressured Starscream into interfacing when the seeker hadn't wanted to, and yet let him anyway -frag he loved the little glitch- it wouldn't be fair not to grant his second the same courtesy.
"Oh Primus yes! YES! YES!"
Megatron's processor throbbed in protest, but he frowned and continued anyway, keeping his steady pace as the seeker beneath him continued to screech. Would it be considered rude to just place his servo over his mouth, just this once?
"OH! THERE! RIGHT THERE! Uhhhhh! MEGA-!"
"Starscream!" Megatron cut across him, stopping instantly, unable to continue with the noise. The seeker, who must have been on the edge of overload, stared up at him hurt confusion, panting heavily.
"Wha- what are you doing?"
Megatron grit his dermas. How was he supposed to tell the seeker to stop howling like a glitching pleasure drone without hurting his feeling and or getting kicked somewhere delicate?
The seeker wriggled under him, "Megatron," he whined, cringing as he tried to push down against the spike still buried within him but not doing anything, "Please..."
Megatron sighed at his own cowardice and started to thrust again, flinching as Starscream started moaning again instantly, "Ohhhh mighty Megatroooon..."
Megatron frowned, why didn't the seeker ever say that with such serious outside their quarters? He'd appreciate it more then.
And then then incoherent, even louder moaning started up again, "Nnnghh! Uhhh! Ohhh!"
Megatron's processor rang with the noises and he really couldn't fragging take it anymore. He leant down and forced his mouth against Starscream's, focusing more on making sure the seeker's couldn't even so much a mumble as he gagged him with his glossa, forcing it deep and refusing to pull back even as Starscream started to angle his helm away.
With a few more forceful thrusts the felt the seeker slip into overload –and a blissfully silent one at that- as he wordlessly bucked and thrashed beneath him, port clenching, kegs kicking.
Once he felt it was safe enough Megatron finally pulled back, inhaling a deep intake of air as he managed to thrust his spike into the spent and practically unresponsive seeker until he to overloaded.
He flopped down next to the seeker, processor ache thankfully receding. The Starscream was panting rapidly next to him, a servo over his chest as he tried to regain the breath that had been taken from him during that kiss.
"Does... your... processor... still ache?" he gasped next to him.
Megatron folded his arms behind his helm, "No, surprisingly," he murmured, closing his optics in mild content.
Starscream nodded, "Good," he gasped, "I was worried... that I might have been... too loud."
Megatron smirked and shook his helm, "I barely noticed," he lied, removing a servo from behind his helm to curl it around the seeker's frame.
Starscream shrugged him off and Megatron soon found him sitting on top of his hips, grinning down at him. "In that cause," he said, slinking down the older mech's frame, "Care to go again?"
Megatron rolled his optics and reached down to grasp the seeker's helm, forcing it down between his legs as his spike began to stiffen again, "Only if you're going to keep that mouth busy." he grunted, ignoring the Starscream's indignant huff as he encouraged the seeker to take him in his mouth.
This time it was his turn to moan.