Attention: Due to coarse and suggestive language and thoughts, scenes containing mild adult content, disturbing imagery, and non-con, this chapter is not suitable for those under 17 years of age. Reader discretion is advised.

If you're uncomfortable with it, you don't have to read it. It's pretty minor in most parts though.

Also this chapter is meant to be a little confusing and disorganized. It's meant to be somewhat 'stream of conscience'-esque

He strolled casually forward, seeming as if he had no direction or purpose. His crimson optics flitted to the side every now and then, glancing at the blue pods that coated the labyrinth of a ceiling. He cataloged the contents suspended inside of each one, though frowning as if this had become a commonplace thing to do. He turned, heading down a different direction. His pace quickened ever so slightly, but he hadn't noticed. And abruptly he stopped, peering into one of the small blue sacks that hung down from the rafters.

A small creature was curled up inside. A small, puny, spindly, tiny creature. So why was he so enthralled with it? The answer was simple. Everything about this delicate sparkling, armor, facial structure, recharging habits, reminded him of her. Or rather, everything except for it's optics. It's bright, gleaming, scarlet optics. Hers had been blue.

Gently, he raised his hand, careful not to crush the fragile membrane that kept it suspended in the life giving fluid. It opened an optic slightly to peer out at him, but closed it quickly. It was safe, protected from the elements, the wrath of the decepticons, and himself. He didn't mind though. It would be able to explore the world soon enough.

A smile nearly lit his lip plates, wondering who this sparkling would grow up to be. If it would one day be like her. His face darkened. It would not become like that traitorous glitch, that he reassured himself. She had been set apart from the very beginning; the product of vorns of experimentation, and the vast knowledge of the Fallen. Even to be given a name like that... Virigo.

But this sparkling was not special. She would be much more malleable than Virigo. Its processor wouldn't be able to handle such complex thoughts that had caused her to leave. No, this sparkling was not special like she had been. It was part of a hive mind, a mass produced army. But that suited him more. He had only deluded himself into thinking that perhaps he would enjoy someone who could choose for herself rather than a slave. Either way was fine for him.

He caressed the casing, she would be back. She would return to him whether she wanted to or not. He looked thoughtful for a moment, contemplating whether she would plead on her knees.

And that's when it hit him; a sharp wave of pain coursed through his spark. The decepticon cried out in agony, body doubling over with the raw torment. His servos went rigid, Optics widening. He had never experienced a pain like this in his entire life. His jaw clenched.

Virigo.

Starscream groaned, lifting himself off of the medical berth. His body ached, rolling his shoulders he looked around. The Fallen had his back to him, standing over a glass case.

"And you have me do this why?" The seeker asked crossly.

The ancient being never averted his gaze from the container. "My greatest creation needed a strong spark. As you should know by now, cultivating one would have taken several eons... time that we do not have." The mech paused dramatically. "You should be honored your spark was chosen for this." He stated finally.

Walking over to the larger cybertronian, Starscream frowned, trying to see what his elder saw. "Why put us through pain when you already know it won't survive?" He needled. This had been the thirty second attempt, when would the ancient mech realize that his dreams could not come to be.

"This one will be different, Starscream." The Fallen assured him. "Both Soundwave and Shockwave have made minor adjustments to it's transdimensional stabilizers."

The seeker rolled his optics, peering into the case at the tiny creature inside. It looked up at him, large optics blinking widely. He grimaced, disgusted. "Why do you insist on giving it blue optics?" He growled darkly.

"The ones we fight are more sympathetic to those with blue optics." Said the Fallen thoughtfully.

It's bright blue gaze locked with his own, portraying a sincere innocence that the decepticon had not seen in a long while. It looked up at him curiously. Then with a smile, it rose to its spindly wire legs. It stepped forward boldly, only to fall on its unstable servos. "Look at it... it can't even stand on its own two legs." he sneered.

"She, Starscream." The elder corrected patiently.

The seeker grimaced dramatically, gesturing toward the small sparkling. "Why even bother correcting me? It won't be able to last through your basic tests let alone make it out of training." He hissed.

"She is still young. There is still time for her to grow. You shall see then." His deep voice drifted through the air. The ancient cybertronian watched the sparkling almost affectionately.

She smiled up at Starscream, cocking her small head to the side. He narrowed his visor plates, but the sparkling continued to gaze up at him, unphased. She struggled to her feet, only to fall back on her aft again. The small femme frowned, opening her mouth and glaring down at the floor of her container. A series of unintelligible clicks issued from her as she seemed to scold gravity itself. Revulsion accompanied his next discovery. "You gave it fangs?"

"Her, Starscream. Of course I gave her teeth." The Fallen chastised. "She will need to be able to take in and process raw materials if she is to grow properly."

The sparkling had somehow managed to find her way over to one of the emitters still lodged in the side of her incubator. She opened her mouth, smiling as she grabbed it in both hands and bit down on the much larger surface. "I understand giving it teeth. What I don't understand is you giving it rows of sharp teeth!"

"I have fangs. Soundwave has fangs. Megatron had fangs. All great decepticons have fangs." The Fallen stated simply.

Starscream scowled, "I'm a great decepticon, and I don't have fangs," he muttered crossly. He wanted to turn away, but found his optics unable to focus on anything except for the sparkling. It was so small... how could this pathetic piece of scrap survive? How could this thing seriously be the gateway to an entire new breed of decepticons?

The small sparkling bounced happily up and down on his shoulder, holding on to his wing. She clicked and laughed, obviously amused by being thirty or so feet up in the air. Starscream, however, was no where near as joyful with his predicament. The tiny femme would not leave him alone. It was downright annoying. When he had discovered this installment, The Fallen had been rather entertained with the idea. But, when he had tried to pry her off of the seeker, she had wailed and squirmed until, finally, they had given up.

"You are quite a nuisance. You do realize this don't you?" The mech told her agitatedly. "And if you were not The Fallen's most treasured experiment, I would kill you."

The sparkling, just looked at him with her large bright blue optics. She did not stop smiling. She did not heed his threats. Instead when he began to speak again, she proceeded to stick her tiny little hand into his mouth, trying to pry it open and explore. The seeker, repulsed by her actions, had to resist the urge to bite down and sever her hand from her scrawny arm. He picked her up by the edge of her back armor and held her as far away from his face as he could.

Her face did not portray any emotions besides curiosity and eager happiness. His crimson optics locked with her azure ones, contesting for dominance. She did not blink, only returning his stare.

"You are a disgusting little creature." He told her after a few moments of this. "I will not have to wait long for you to be terminated, no doubt."

The femme's face fell, sadness consuming her optics. A small whimper escaped her vocal processor. She was not afraid, only upset that she was thought so ill of and that she had upset him.

"Do not stare at me like that, creature! Don't give me that look!" His optics narrowed, though he had begun to soften up. "I will not cave to your desires!"

The femme trilled sadly, hands stretching towards the seeker's face. Starscream frowned, wavering. Then with a disgruntled sigh, placed her back on his shoulder where she perched happily. The sparkling quickly moved up onto his head, sitting down, legs wrapped around his neck. Her fingers found the edge of his mouth, holding onto him for safety. The seeker raised his null ray, tempted to deactivate her, but finally lowered it, rolling his optics.

Suddenly he was sitting in his quarters, reading a datapad. The sparkling sat at his feet, tapping on his leg armor. He was doing a fairly good job of ignoring her, though there was something that kept nagging at the back of his mind. Something that Skywarp had said earlier to him. Those words still rang in his audio receptors, refusing to be shot down. It was because they were true.

"Have fun spark-sitting, nurse Screamer!" His wing mate had jibed, only to earn a dark look from Starscream.

"The Fallen gave me this task himself. It is an honorable duty to guard his most prized possession." He had shot back, hands balling into a tight fist at his side.

"I don't know, you seem to spend more time with that thing than us. I think you're beginning to actually prefer its company over ours, wouldn't you say, TC?" Skywarp asked the blue seeker beside him.

"I have no comment on the matter." Replied Thundercracker, obviously not wishing to get caught between anything ugly that might happen.

"I'm surprised that you can actually think, Skywarp. I thought that it was beyond your functioning capabilities." Starscream retorted heatedly. Then after a moment, he spoke again. This time, coolly. "It is only a matter of time before it's terminated. It is far too fragile to withstand Shockwave's tests."

"Whatever."

A loud crash jolted him from his thoughts. He looked up to see shelves and a variety of his possessions in a jumbled heap on the floor, a frantic screech was coming from somewhere inside of it. He stood up, throwing the datapad at the pile, knocking loose the top few items. A small hand emerged from the mound, followed by a head and eventually the body squirmed out after it.

The seeker's optics narrowed dangerously, turning around before he had the chance to execute the entertaining notion of blasting the sparkling off of the face of the planet. With frustrated and enraged strides, he began to walk towards the door. This would be the last time that he would be mocked because of this creature. Let someone else deal with this sort of scrap because he wasn't going to anymore. A piercing wail followed him, desperation clouding it. He could feel her stare boring into the armor protecting his back.

Then suddenly as he was about to step over the threshold, something stopped him. That something was a small, clear voice calling out to him. "Starscream." Startled, he turned to face her. She had never spoken before. "Starscream." She again stated, though it was not with her vocal processor that she spoke. Rather, it was her internal communications relay, a form of communion that was much more advanced than speech. When he didn't answer her, she proceeded to inquire. "Where are you going?"

After the initial shock of her broadcast had faded into the background, he finally ventured a reply. "That is none of your business."

She looked hurt, though still curious. Her cerulean optics watched him for a moment. "Take me with you?" She asked softly.

With a frown, he tore his gaze away from her own, "No. Stay here… I'll be back soon." He left, disturbed and uncertain about his newest discovery. He wasn't sure whether he should have hated her or not, nor did he know the answer to if he really did.

It had been several solar cycles since the sparkling had entered Shockwave's laboratory for the Fallen's preliminary tests. There was no way the poor beast was still alive, and if it was, then it was only for a little while more. So far none of the ancient's inane experiments had survived, he was requesting far too much. Being so integrated with subspace was only theoretically possible... it never worked out in practice.

He felt a twinge of... guilt? Was that the appropriate word, he wondered. The femme had shown promise with early signs of intelligence; far more than any of the previous attempts. It was possible she could have become a valuable asset to the decepticons in time. An asset completely loyal to him.

But it was not his decision.

Starscream passed by the door to Shockwave's laboratory just as it was opening, The Fallen striding out with an rather dangerous grin. He looked down at the seeker, "Her name will be Virigo."

She whimpered at night after that, though she claimed to have no recollection of what had transpired those few days.

"Hey, Starscream." Virigo said, staring straight ahead from her perch on the back of Megatron's throne. The seeker had passed by, preparing for a practice run with his wing mates.

"Yes?" He stopped, annoyed, turning to look at the femme who was now a little over one quarter of his height.

"What is adfecxus?" Virigo asked suddenly.

He raised a visor plate, "Why do you insist on speaking gibberish, child?"

"Adfecxus. The Fallen used it, but I do not know what it means."

"I do not speak Prime let alone whatever ancient version he clings to," Spat Starscream. When she kept up her imploring gaze, the mech sighed, disgusted at himself. "At least use it in a sentence."

She was silent for a moment then as she spoke, it was slowly and thoughtfully. "The Fallen said that the reason the autobots are weak is because that they are full of adfecxus. It makes them foolish… I do not understand what he means, and I forgot to ask him."

Knowing the sparkling would not likely drop the topic until she had received an answer, he rolled his optics, sending a quick comm to the Fallen himself. After a moment he replied, and Starscream's jaw hung slack. "It means love." He told the small decepticon.

Virigo gave him a blank stare, "I do not know that word either."

The seeker's visor plates knitted together, trying to digest what he had just heard. Of course love was not something that was spoke of frequently at the base. But, certainly she must have at least heard the word once. He shrugged it off, trying to think of how to explain the concept of love to a sparkling. "Love… Love is an emotion."

The femme frowned. "But what emotion is love? I've never heard of it."

How could someone not know what love was? Then again, she was a sparkling, not even a tenth of a vorn old. In that it was... almost understandable. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I wish to know." Said Virigo, head cocking to the side as she scrutinized him.

He sighed, "Love is what makes you most happy... For example, I love respect. Skywarp loves violence. The Fallen loves power."

She nodded slowly, as if considering what she had just heard. "So love is what makes you most happy…" Virigo murmured softly. And then she smiled, cerulean optics closing, and stated, "I love you, Starscream."

For a moment, it was as if time had ceased to flow, pooling around the mech's central processor. His spark skipped a few pulses, optics widening. It was as if he were paralyzed. Never in his many eons of life had he ever heard those words spoken to him before. Finally, he looked up at her smiling face. This was not some sort of twisted and sick joke.

She got up, wrapping her arms around his leg in a hug. She was warm. Tentatively, he placed a hand on her head, unsure of what to do. Her words still echoed in his processors. "I love you, Starscream."

Pain extricated him from his mind. His spark was throbbing horribly. I love you, Starscream. He had never experienced anything quite like this, not even when his creators had been destroyed… not that he could remember it very well. She was gone. He inhaled a few shakey breaths, trying to cool his inflamed circuits. Then, after what seemed like forever, the pain began to recede. His thoughts steadily gained clarity. It was then that he noted that he was doubled over, servos tensed and aching with a raw torment that he had never known. His optics blinked open, facing the ground. Slowly, he looked up, noticing that his hand was contracted into a fist, blue liquid oozing over its armored exterior. Inside of his fist rested something warm.

His gaze widened, unclenching his servos. Metal contorted at odd angles, fragile wires crushed, the distorted and mangled frame of the sparkling hung limp on his fingers. He resisted the urge to purge his energon reserves as he stared at it, mortified with himself. Starscream nudged it carefully, confirming its demise. His face contorted from horror to absolute rage as flung the small body as far from himself as possible. This wasn't his fault; the sparkling should have been stronger… should have been built with sturdier materials. It wasn't his fault, it was her own. He shook his hand, trying to remove the goo oozing off of his digits.

Unsteadily he made his way to his quarters, stopping to look at Megatron's throne as he passed it. She smiled, tall, proud, but unimaginably thin. It was as if she were a rail, long legs on which she was still unsteady. "Master said that one day, I will be the leader of an entire new army! Is it now exciting news?"

The seeker rolled his eyes, getting up from the throne that he had been sitting on. "I'm not entirely sold on the idea." He admitted. "I'm not sure that you could handle it."

"I could definitely handle it! I would just have to figure it out first." Retorted the femme, a little insulted.

"Why don't you go to your quarters and leave me alone?" Starscream moved away from her, pausing to wait for her reaction.

"Why do you still treat me like a sparkling!?" Virigo was exasperated.

"Because you are a sparkling," He told her, "Stupid beast."

She dug her talons into the ground, looking up at him with wide optics. "HEY!" The femme whined, "I am not a beast and I am far from stupid!"

The seeker smirked, amused that he could work her into such a fit with only a few simple words.

He watched as Virigo ingested another piece of metal. She was still growing, she still needed to take in raw materials. The Fallen stood beside him watching with a sort of macabre amusement at the scene before him. Starscream watched with disgust, the femme had no idea.

She raised a visor plate, looking up at the two of them, subdued after her first kill. "Did you give Breakneck a good burial? He... deserved at least that."

The Ancient smiled, "That is one way to put it."

She gazed down at the chunk of metal that she held in her hand. "I am grateful…" She said wistfully, then raised it to her mouth and swallowed it. "Cybertonium? I thought that there was no more."

"There wasn't." The Fallen replied.

"Then how…?" The young femme trailed off, obviously puzzled by his response.

"We salvaged it from Breakneck."

Starscream grimaced, watching as the femmes optics widened considerably in horror. She stared at the rest of the metal that had been set for her to process, for a few moments before quickly moving to the side and purging her energon reserves. He headed over to her side, doing his best to soothe the youngling. She was trembling and he knelt down beside her, placing a hand on her back. "Virigo," He began. "This is what must be done if you are to grow. It may not be what you wanted, but it is your only choice."

"B- But Breakneck… you can't just do that to his corpse!" She blurted out.

"It has already been done. We do what we must to survive."

Fear gripped him as he saw the other youngling's sword run through her. This wasn't how her matches were supposed to go... Virigo was the strongest, these sessions were more to teach her ruthlessness than technique. How had it gone so wrong?

She gasped, optics widening in pain and surprise before she impaled the small mech's spark with her own weapon. She swayed on her feet, snarling down at her defeated foe. Starscream rushed over to the now bulky femme, watching as she collapsed on the ground, optics going grey.

No.

No, no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen.

How was he supposed to break this news to the Fallen...? He sat there for hours, delaying the heavy task, and mourning the loss of the most important asset he could ever have. How was he going to explain this-

A sharp gasp tore him from his thoughts as Virigo shot up, wide cerulean optics looking around in panic.

This was the perfection He had waited for. Thought the seeker in complete awe.

He staggered into his quarters, numb, sitting down on his recharge berth. The mech ran a hand over the smooth surface. This berth was where it had all started...

She lay there languidly, the only place she ever seemed to- no- was able to relax. In there was no training, no killing, no preparation for what she was to eventually face. She could forget about it all for just a few moments, legs propped up against the wall as she immersed herself in another datapad. Here she did not carry herself with authority. And though her smiles were rare, Virigo spared one on occasion here.

He sat in his chair, hands gripping the armrest tightly. His spark pulsing rapidly as he stared at her form. He didn't understand, didn't she realize how provocative her position was? Lip plates curled slightly as she scrolled through the pages, abdomen curled around ever so nicely, legs up against the wall, her beautiful, massive wings splayed out to her sides comfortably... all on his recharge berth. He couldn't stand it.

He watched as the segments of her wings stretched idly, her fingers leisurely tapping away at the screen of that datapad. She had grown so much these past few vorns. Virigo was no longer a sparkling by any stretch of his imagination... But it still wasn't appropriate to think of her this way... was it? The femme turned her head towards him, casting a soft smile he knew she saved only for him before returning to her reading, but it was all it took to dissolve the last of his doubts.

With a minimal amount of hesitation, he strode over to her, hand closing around the datapad, pulling it out of her grasp. She looked up, mild concern evident on her features but still relaxed. "What is wrong, Star?" Virigo asked, disquiet filling her bright blue optics. He tossed it over his shoulder lightly. "I was in the middle of reading that, you-" Her sentence was silenced as his lip plates crashed against hers.

Her body tensed up against his as he swung his leg over to straddle her. She responded to the kiss, pressing her hands against his shoulders, unsure. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Slowly, he laid her onto her back, claws trailing her armor plated surfaces. His lip plates left hers after a few moments, moving down to kiss her neck. His fingers slipped under the armor of her hips, caressing her delicate wiring.

The startled femme gasped, air intakes working furiously to try to cool her now overheating circuits. "St-Starscream, What a-are you doing?" She asked in between breaths. A light yelp halfway between a grunt and a moan escaped her vocal processor as his claw-like fingers groped a particularly sensitive area. "P-please st-stop." Her voice cracked.

The mech paused a moment in his work to murmur into her neck, "I'm showing you my affection, and treating you to an experience most bots would kill for." His hand glided over her wings. "Relax, I know what I'm doing."

"Please, j-just stop." She complained, nervous.

Annoyance tinged the seeker's vocals when he finally spoke again. "You don't want me to give my love to you?"

"-No, I-I do." Virigo replied quickly, desperately, though body squirming in discomfort.

"Stop moving so much, then." Starscream chided softly, massaging her tender circuits. "I promise this won't hurt."

"But what if he finds out!?" She asked, fear unmasked. Though he would have much rather continued to explore every facet of her body, his hand left her hips abruptly and firmly clasped her own.

"He won't." He reassured her darkly. When she didn't respond, he began to explore her body again. His hand slipped under her abdominal plates, stroking against the sensitive frame underneath. Lip plates pressed against her neck, nipping lightly at her protoform. She trembled uncomfortably, as if trying to resist the urge to throw him off of her.

"Would you stop squirming?" He commented, annoyed.

Virigo let out a small whimper. "But what if he finds out? I don't want-"

He cut her off, "He wont." The mech replied firmly. She settled down a small bit, just barely enough to notice. "Just relax, I promise I'll be gentle." Starscream murmured into her audio receptors, he felt a chill ripple through her servos. His hand traveled southward again, claws scraping lightly against her thick outer armor before resting once again at her hip. He massaged her groin plating, fingers finally finding the catches of her interface panel. She was trembling under him, obviously biting back the urge to complain. The mech smiled to himself at this, knowing very well that she would submit to him. His talon traced the rim of her valve, causing her to convulse violently, letting out a high squeak of terror. He let out a growl, tensing, stopping himself from going any further for a few moments. He needed to calm down before he made the mistake of letting his eagerness get the best of him. The mech inhaled, trying to cool his overheating systems, but only succeeded in breathing in her fearful scent. He needed to get a hold on himself before he became rough with her. That could wait until she had become comfortable with the thought of interfacing. For now though, he would need to be gentle with her. She was still young, and with the sudden advances The Fallen had begun to make, whatever he did not consider carefully could send her over the edge.

He exhaled, releasing his pent up frustration. If The Fallen had left well enough alone, he would have been able to work much more smoothly. Of course she might still have been terrified, but she would have been much more welcome to the idea. Starscream pressed his lip plates against hers, trying to assuage her discomfort.

His other hand moved upwards, sliding under her chest plating, caressing her fragile wiring. She gasped, and he pushed his claws deeper to stroke her protoform. "I-I-I'm afr-fraid..." Virigo admitted, squirming, voice high and nervous. He could feel the outer casing of her spark, feel the vibration of its rapid pulsing, the heat that it was sending out. In turn, he felt the rhythm of his own spark begin to quicken, the painful tug that spurred him forward. The seeker's hands slid down her body slowly, deliberately. His anticipation only heightened his eagerness as he returned to her. It had been too long since he had properly interfaced with anyone other than Skywarp. She was quaking with unadulterated fear, optics shut tightly. For a moment, he felt sympathy for her. But it quickly dissipated when a slight groan emitted from her vocal processor.

His interface panel clicked open as he crashed his body on top of hers, lining himself up. A quiet pained cry echoed from under him. "Hush," Starscream told her softly. "It will all be fine."

She bit her bottom lip plate, hands reaching up and gripping the edge of his wings tentatively. He smirked, rubbing the derma-plating of her waist. Though he had wished she would have complied a bit more, it had all been relatively easy... He had never imagined interfacing with a femme who was the most prized possession of The Fallen, but now that it was going to happen he wondered why he had restrained such creativity. The mech smiled to himself, kissing her slowly, passionately. His hands grasped her hips, parting her legs. Virigo let out a choked sob, forcefully pushing him off of her.

"I'm sorry." She said in between gasps. "I'm sorry. I- I just... cannot do it." The femme buried her face in her hands, sitting up. "I cannot do it. I just c-can't." Her distraught voice was muffled, and she curled up hiding her exposed form.

Starscream frowned, this would be harder than he'd anticipated. It seemed that perhaps he would have to be more forceful with her... But, not now. Not today. She had experienced enough new sensations for the time being. He got up, wrapping an arm around her, not saying anything. The mech was angry, of course, frustrated, and slow in recovering from his desire mere nanoklicks ago, but he had no intention of doing more harm for the moment.

The seeker had had bots reject him before, but they had been neutrals in the war. Femmes who he had claimed by force. Mechs who had been significantly weaker than him. Bots who were not Virigo. Her fear had been intoxicating, but he would remove that from her soon. She would be putty in his talons before long... or so he thought.

It had only progressed from there.

Starscream stared at the berth that he was sitting on, he could see a few scorch marks. He remembered their first time, how wonderfully the last of her naivete had been stripped from her spark. And then he remember each overload after that, tracing the scorch marks on his berth. He had been addicted to her.

A fresh wave of pain consumed his spark, a groan of pain escaped his vocal processor. He didn't understand why this was affecting him. Why would her death affect him like this? They had not been spark mates. They had never successfully sparked together... unless...

The pain had become almost unbearable, it felt as if his spark were about to split. But, he enjoyed it, listening to the reluctant moaning of Virigo under him, her body struggling in vain against his superior strength and weight. His kissed her collar, working his way to her wingtips and then back. The light from her spark was nearly blinding, beautiful, white. There was no hue to it as there was to most sparks. It was pure, simple, elegant, white. It was so tantalizingly close. His lip plates met her own in a voracious kiss, one hand releasing her wrist to move down to her aft. She squirmed, terrified. He pushed himself deeper within her, her yelp muffled by his lustful mouth. His spark called out to hers, and the seeker lowered himself more onto the femme, allowing his very essence to attract hers. Sparks shot between the two glowing orbs for endless moments before they began to merge. Starscream let out a low moan, ecstasy claiming every circuit and diode of his being as he felt her very essence become one with his. Virigo went limp under him, paralyzed with fear. In his many, many vorns of existence, the seeker had never known anything quite like this. It was indescribable.

It ended much too soon, with two raps on his quarter's door and the sound of it hissing open. "Just thought that I'd warn yo-" Thundercracker's voice ended abruptly with shock.

"I'm a little busy." His superior grunted, annoyed. His spark was returning to normal, bonding nowhere near completed.

"Uh... yeah..." He muttered, leaving. Virigo watched him go, fear clouding her optics. A small squeak escaped her vocal processor as her spark found was released, body too weary to struggle against Starscream any longer. His grip around her tightened as his body tensed, overheated, and then overloaded into her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, spasm running through her servos. He lifted himself off of her, stretched, and then sat on the recharge berth. The femme curled into a ball, abdomen heaving with her sobs.

The seeker regarded her with a mixture of pleasure and pity, running his hand along her back in an effort to calm her. Her cerulean optics were wide, staring out into nothing. His hand rubbed her back, patiently waiting for her to slip into a fretful stasis. "Recharge, Virigo." He murmured softly. "You'll feel better then."

After what seemed like an eternity, her tremors subsided and her optics closed. He watched her, never ceasing in rubbing her back plating soothingly. Starscream looked at her with regret. Regret for hurting her, for forcing her into this. Regret that she did not have a say in any of this. He felt guilty for putting her through this. But, he wasn't about to stop.

He had been through many bots; from awkward scientists to skilled whores. None of them had ever brought him this sort of depth in pleasure. It reminded him of something that Thundercracker had once told him after he had inquired as to why the indigo seeker had never taken an interest in the Kaon pleasure houses. His blue wing mate had just shrugged, telling him that he just didn't enjoy handing his spark out to some stranger who had already been with seven other mechs in that same day. At first, Starscream had felt sympathy for him... But now... now he was beginning to understand. Virigo was different, he almost hated himself for doing what he did to her. He had never meant to cause her any emotional distress, any emotional pain. It didn't matter though, it was far too pleasurable. And if she loved him as she said that she did, she must not have minded too much.

Starscream reclined on his berth, resting his head in his hands. He couldn't believe that she was actually gone. She had survived so much... endured so much pain... he had almost thought her to be as invincible as the Fallen had meant for her to be. He heaved a heavy sigh.

The seeker was no longer angry, just frustrated, tired, and somewhat depressed. She had left him. Left him without any warning, without any good byes. He had just onlined one morning and she was gone. He had not known where she had gone. He had not known that she had left him there for the last time.

Virigo had belonged to him. But that didn't matter... not now anyways. Not now that she had been offlined.

He closed his optics. One day, he would see her again, he knew he would.

A loud booming voice interrupted his thoughts. Starscream had not even realized that he had slipped into an uneasy stasis. But, that voice... that voice filled him with a sinking feeling that only intensified his frustration with the world. "Starscream, I'm home!"

Frag.

I hope that you liked this chapter. :) I'm surprised that I actually finished this... It was so long, y'know? Please review, because I was really hesitant in posting this chapter because of the whole rated M thing. But, hey, that's life right? So, yeah, thank you to all of you who reviewed and favorited the last chapter.