One of these days I want to update twice a month instead of once. It would make things so much better for you poor guys who have to wait for me. But chapter 20! Another milestone! I'm so happy!
Warnings: non-con, violent fantasies, drug induced compliance
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His little whispers,
"Love me, love me
That's all I ask for
Love me, love me."
He battered his tiny fists to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something
Monster
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window
That night he caged her
Bruised and broke her
He struggled closer
Then he stole her
Violet wrists and then her ankles
Silent pain
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams
~ "Monster," Meg & Dia
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Chapter XX: Little Thoughts
Today was going to be rough, he could already tell. If staring out his shift tripping over Ravage wasn't sufficient, he had to do it in front of one of the many banes of his existence: Airachnid.
She chortled loudly, "What's wrong, Starscream? I thought you were the pinnacle of elegance and coordination. "
Quite possibly for the hundred thousandth time there was the rising desire to tear her throat out. His servos twitched in anticipation, which seemed to only make that smirk of hers grow even more infuriating.
Ravage must have gotten bored of scurrying around their pedes like the parasite she was, as she let out a chirp and trotted quickly around the corner.
"I'll see you at the morning briefing, Commander," Airachnid waved him off and walked towards the bridge. "Don't be late or Megatron will spend half of it stewing in anger. And that would be just terrible, wouldn't it?"
"Shut your mouth and keep moving."
She didn't respond to that, thankfully; he didn't know if he could tolerate another round of her "witty" remarks. He took another route to avoid any further, unnecessary contact with her. Once he's in charge she would be the first to go. A final long hallway and he arrived, praise the AllSpark, before she did.
Knock Out as already there, with Scalpel on his shoulder and Breakdown smiling at them both fondly. Yet once the bigger mech noticed him, taking his place behind Megatron, the smile slowly drained of all warmth. What was his problem?
Whatever it was, it would have to wait; the briefing began once Airachnid made herself present. It wasn't anything special, the topics that Megatron covered had already been spoken of time and time again, but when you're a pit fighter from Kaon mindless repetition might have been second nature.
His optics roamed over the dozens of faces present as a way finally settling on one in particular.
Resting near Soundwave was that four-legged beast that tried to do him in earlier, purring contently as she found a comfortable position. Maybe when he's done maiming Airachnid he could schedule in a few good kicks to Ravage's undercarriage. But then she would cower back to her parent, where Soundwave would most likely seek to avenge his wretched little excuse for a—
"Something on your mind, Starscream?" Megatron's booming voice yanked him from any further planning. He loomed over like a mountain, as if insulted by the mere thought of his Second having his own thoughts. "You seem to be quite preoccupied."
He smiled and bowed his head in what he hoped his master would take as submissiveness, "Nothing, my Lord. I was merely listening intently. Please…continue on."
The warlord scowled, but turned back to his subordinates and picked up from where he left off. A few foot soldiers let their gaze linger on him for a few nanokliks before paying him little mind.
The end of it had them scatter to their respective positions. Starscream dodged a rather vicious glare from Megatron on his way to the armory, one that was more than just a bit much for the crime of thinking.
In the safety of yet another dimly lit hallway, he mulled over the possible future that awaited them all. If everything went according to Megatron's design, it would be a typical, albeit suitable, ending; Megatron dealing the killing blow right through the Prime's Spark, the Autobots that could be controlled turned into slave laborers and those who couldn't put to a swift and merciless end.
But what if there was a more enjoyable way to get rid of their foes? Maybe—just maybe—he could be the one to bring a decisive end to this seemingly unending war.
Yes…yes…
He'd lay traps for them one by one, each time getting more and more creative. Or perhaps getting them all at once would work better. Either way they would be at his mercy.
And as they are chained and helpless to do anything, he will show them their beloved Arcee: alive and well. He'll pin her down, tear open her plating and give those Autobots a show they will never forget—lots of loud, theatrical moans and some colorful words just to add spice to the display.
He could already imagine their screams and threats, how they will struggle against their bonds to get at him. Oh, but it will be so wonderfully worth it all. While Arcee faces him and only him, he'll be able to look them straight in their optic as he takes her repeatedly.
"Go on, Arcee," he'll say, trailing fingertips on her throat, "tell your friends how much you love your new home."
She most likely wouldn't have the courage to say it, so a little bit of encouragement would have to be implemented: grazing his dentals against delicate plaiting, pinching and driving her wild until she relented. It would be a fun game that would always end in him winning.
A pretty thing to say during one of those times would be "you know, her little fairings are quite sensitive to the touch. You want to see what she does when I do this?" and perhaps a "watch what happened when I nibble on her neck—it's quite beautiful."
He'll let this slow torture go on as long as it needed to, and when the Autobots were starved and driven half-insane he will end their misery. Right in front of Arcee.
Starscream knew exactly how he would do it, too: the same way he executed Cliffjumper.
But this time, he would properly savor their deaths, starting with the yellow scout and ending with the mech Megatron himself failed to extinguish. Their frames would hang loosely, the floor a pool of fresh energon, and he would bask in his well-earned victory.
He would carry his prize out of that room and into his for a victory frag on every surface. Against walls, in front of a mirror, implementing every single toy he had. Really, he could go on for hours upon hours. It would be a night nobody would forget.
Today got more than just bearable; it got better.
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The entire scenario played in his mind over and over again all throughout the day. It seemed like an eternity and a half before the night cycle began.
Hopefully he wasn't too obvious with his excitement; leaving a trail of fire in his wake wouldn't do well to keep attention from his chambers.
Starscream let out a hissing moan of completion as he arched his back, letting the waves of overload crash over him. That delicious rush was amplified to a degree he had never felt before. It made his processor swim with sweet delirium, made his Spark sing like never before. He practically melted alongside Arcee's still form.
And judging by the flushed, rapidly beating Spark she had enjoyed it as well. His foolish Autobot hadn't taken his amorous return as well as he wanted, and that wouldn't do at all. Shame, really. He didn't want to use it, but she left him little choice.
He examined her blank expression, and when he tired of that he found himself admiring every curve and contour her frame had to offer.
"I need to get you a new look," he mused. "Something that compliments my own colors; something nice and flattering."
Starscream leisurely ran his hands over the sapphire colored plating. "Maybe silver. No…platinum. Withprecious gemstones embedded in your wrists and helm. I'll etch all sorts of pretty marks onto you so everyone will know who you belong to."
He grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply, "mmm, maybe even put some sweet energon gloss on your lip plates. You'll be so gorgeous; the center of attention no matter where you go, but only I will have the privilege of touching."
A long finger found an Autobot sigil on one of her fairings and began to pick at it. "And, of course, get rid of this."
Her blue optics widened with fear, and had she not be under a paralyzer she most likely would've violently screamed for him to leave it alone. Arcee's attachment to the trinket (for that is all it was now) amused him greatly. "I'll take it off soon. There's no reason for you to keep it."
Ah, but that would have to happen at a later time. Right now he was tired, oh so very tired. But he still was alert enough to lovingly etch the word 'mine' on her right shoulder wing. There. That would do for the time being.
Starscream enfolded her in a tight embrace, positioning himself in such a way that would make it difficult for her to wriggle out of once she regained feeling in her limbs. He pecked her cheek one final time and laid his head next to hers, his mouth close to one of her audios; when he woke up he wanted his still sleeping to hear his voice.
"Goodnight, darling," her murmured.
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Knock Out came the next day with a few portable medical devices. He had to wake poor Arcee from her nap in order to run some diagnostics. She sat upwards this time and didn't protest the necessary pokes and prods of typical examinations.
"I'm seeing you used a paralyzer on her recently," the medic frowned as he scanned the results. "Was she being a fighter?"
Starscream sighed, "Indeed she was. But you know how that is. I wasn't in the mood to be comparative."
"In any case, please make sure you keep any and all injections to a minimum. If you keep on giving her paralyzer after paralyzer they're going to mess up her systems permanently. You don't want that."
"Knock Out, I take care of her." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I never use one unless there are no other options. It's been quite a while since I had to, though."
"Well, good," he admitted. "But if there are any left just give them to me, alright? Primus forbid that there needs to be an emergency surgery that requires one and we're out. And then what do I tell them? 'Oh, sorry. This procedure involves a paralyzer, but Starscream had to take them all to keep his Autobot pet compliant. Check back within a lunar cycle if you're not snuffed already.'"
Why doesn't he just twist his arm a bit more? Fine, he can have them…the three that are left, that is. He scooped them from the drawer that they occupied and handed the small tools to the good doctor.
"Thank you," was the curt response. Knock Out shoved them into a compartment near his waist. "To wrap things up, she is doing much better. All levels are normal, the fissures have healed completely, and the joints are much, much better. Now, as a medical professional I have to advise against prolonged usage of the cuffs. You can go back to the way things were before, of course, but I don't recommend it; they could possibly lock up or worse."
He had a point. Really, she'd been good—very good—and not once during her time without manacles did she ever try to escape (that he saw, admittedly) or attempt to hurt him. The Seeker nodded, "I'll leave her be. She deserves it."
Suddenly there was a grateful light in her optics, and it filled him with such satisfaction. I gave you that. I made you feel that. Am I not so kind to you, love?
Knock Out packed up his things and discreetly left, leaving just the two of them. With every bit of tenderness he sat beside her and kissed her temple.
"I'm very proud of you, Arcee," he said.
She scoffed, "Why? I didn't do anything."
"I'm just proud of you. Do I have to launch into a long speech about how wonderful I think you are?"
She laughed quietly at it and he let an arm wrap around her gently. Arcee had a small, unreadable smile on that lovely face. With his thumb and index finger he tilted her head just enough to rest his forehead against hers.
"You love me. You adore me, live for me, like the things I like, hate the things I hate." He kissed the base of her crest. "It's so easy, is it not?
Her grin grew wider…and quite mocking. She nodded slightly.
"It'll be wonderful, just wonderful," he murmured. "It will be our Sparks racing and energon being spilled and you by my side at all times. You'll want for nothing—everything will be ours for the taking and we will claim it together. We'll laugh at every single obstacle the universe throws in our path, and with all out might we will conquer them…no one would dare stand against the might of Lord Starscream and his femme."
And now it seemed the smile would send cracks forming around the upturned corners of her mouth, her optics looking dead into his, "Mm-hmm."
Alright. That's it.
He grabbed her by the throat and shoved her flat onto the berth, "You shut up and go back to sleep. You're lucky I care about you so much or you'd be recharging in the closet."
Arcee didn't say a word. He lay down by her and "Now offline those optics, you feisty little beast, before I lose my temper and do something we both regret."
Thank Primus she listened to him