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Pt. 37: "Facesitting"
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Starscream was fast, clever, and cunning. He was, however, no match for Megatron's sheer brawn. This was a well-known fact.
Not so well-known was why Megatron no longer physically pinned down his traitorous Second-in-Command.
Oh, he beat the paint off Starscream as a matter of course. He'd tackle him, kick him, punch him, even stomp on or stand on him. He just wouldn't sit on him after one of the Seeker's infamous instances of treason. Ever.
Ever again, anyway.
In retrospect, he couldn't believe he'd done it in the first place. It was one of those things that seemed like a good idea at the time. In the heat of the moment, it had made sense. Megatron had actually thought it a wise decision despite every sign to the contrary, and there had been signs. There had been signs. He just hadn't paid attention to them.
Kneeling on top of Starscream's prone form after an extended fight had seemed like one more humiliation to heap on the loser. As a bonus, it was a convenient way to muffle him. The Seeker had been on his back, bent wings rattling on the floor as he'd heaved for air, and Megatron rolled, braced his hand on the shrill idiot's throat to cut off his voice, and mounted the recalcitrant fool's face, thighs closed around his helm in clear warning even as he rested his weight right on Starscream's face. A single choked shriek got out, one shocked jerk of legs and arms, and then Megatron snapped his knees in tight to Starscream's helm.
Starscream went completely still.
So did everyone else in the room. That really should have been Megatron's first clue.
But he'd been too caught up in roaring, "I am Megatron!" as much at their audience as the mech beneath him. No one moved. He took it to mean everyone was intimidated, as intended, and he let his knees spread out, pinning Starscream by weight and threat alone. "No petty plot by weak fools will destroy me!"
The hand he kept on Starscream's throat registered a trembling flutter, rapidfire swallowing or shallow breathing, and Starscream made a small noise under him. Soundwave made much the same noise from across the room. Shockwave completed the set.
Starscream was no match for him physically, but that didn't mean the Air Commander was a lightweight. He'd put up enough of a fight that they were both running hot. Delivering a rousing speech riled Megatron further, his systems running charged. It didn't occur to Megatron to think of what that meant in terms of their current position until Starscream strained up into his restraining hand, helm burrowing further between his thighs to give his altmode trigger a long, hot lick.
Megatron liked to think what happened next bolstered his authority as well as any speech, but history told a different tale. Rewarding bad behavior just meant Starscream never learned his lesson.
So, no. Megatron didn't sit on his Second to subdue him anymore.
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