You Could Be Mine A Transformer Fanfiction S . Lazic
You Could Be Mine
~ A Transformer / humanized Starscream Romance ~
(Based on the Starscream from the original animated series. This fanfiction contains adult language and sexual situations. Reader discretion is advised.)
The sound of the cabin's front door slamming shut jerked Starscream from his rather serene thoughts, if one, that is, could say a Decepticon could have peaceful thoughts. He was trying to rest and was so close to reaching slumber when the banging echoed throughout the quaint one-story cabin. Then he was wide awake. A slow snarl pressed against his thinning lips as his naked torso rose from the bed; his elbows propped him up. The cool night's air, coming in from the open windows of his inadequately sized bedroom, danced across his bare chest in a gentle and soothing caress. Though the Decepticon was not one for mortal comforts, even he found comfort in the caress of the cool air.
Following the slamming of the door, footsteps could be heard stomping through the cabin. They moved from the front hall, through the living room, and then down the hallway past his bedroom door. He winced when a second door was shut so hard that a picture on the wall to his right rattled. Starscream did not like his 'peace' and 'tranquility' disrupted, though he did not mind chucking a round of chaos into the peace and tranquility of another. Oh no, that was considered pure pleasure on his part. If it weren't for the fact that he knew the person who had just run through the house slamming doors, he would have hunted the person down for a solid killing.
But - and there was always a 'but' - he couldn't raise a hand or even his voice to her, to Abelei. The Decepticon still had an extremely difficult time trying to figure out why he couldn't point a finger at her, the little pathetic human, in any form of irritation or anger. No, he shouldn't think of her like that. She was not like any other human he had ever met - or killed. There was 'something' about her that pulled at the unacceptable human emotions that had been forced into him through years of torturous experimentation. Only three weeks had passed since he had taken residency within Abelei's home, and already Starscream was developing unnatural and unsettling 'feelings' for her.
Damn human feelings: they made his stomach sick.
Wait, now what was that sound? He sat up a little more with his head tipped to the side. Though Abelei's room was further down the hall, he could hear a tiny sound reaching through the walls to him. It took him less than a minute to figure out what he was hearing - sobbing.
With a low groan, he dragged a hand through his disheveled hair of dark brown strands cut shorter at the back of his head and swept longer over his eyes. One thing he had learned about humans was that they are weak creatures in mind and in body, especially the females. Why were the females of humanity always seemingly always fussing, crying, bitching, or complaining? And why was Abelei's crying bothering him so much, as if the sounds bore beneath his skin to claw at him from the inside? Before he could answer his own question, he had stood from the bed and was stomping out of his temporary bedroom after throwing open the door with such force that it bounced against the wall. The closer he stalked to Abelei's room, the louder her sobbing became and the more agitated it made him.
When he came to her door, he began to pound upon the wooden frame with heavy, thumping hammering. "Open up, human!" He howled with a snarl to his voice, "I command you to open up this door!"
"Go away!"
Starscream's red-tinted eyes blinked at the bite to Abelei's typically gentle and feminine voice, yet then his eyes narrowed dangerously when he realized she had given him an order. Who was she to order him to leave? It seemed the little human has forgotten the status order of their unique relationship. She was a simple human, and he was an almighty Decepticon. Though he was in his human form, he was still a superior being. She was never to forget that fact.
Starscream did not bother to ask her twice for permission to enter her private room; instead, he pushed the door open then strolled in like he owned the room, and the house for that fact. He found Abelei sitting cross-legged upon her bed with a large pillow cuddled against her chest. When she saw him, her sky-blue eyes went wide with a flash of anger.
"What do you think you are doing?" she snarled. "I didn't tell you that you could come in here!"
"I don't need your permission to go where I please, human."
"Stop calling me that!"
Starscream scoffed with a roll of his dark eyes then stepped across the carpeted floor to stand at the base of her bed. He crossed his arms across his naked chest with corded muscles tightening along his sun kissed arms, shoulders, and chest. After staring at her for a short moment, he stated - "I'll call you whatever I please."
"For the love of…" she muttered with a curl of her lips as she pointed a finger back to the door. "This is my room! Get out!"
"I have no intention of leaving."
Abelei's body tightened with rage, and she curled her fingers to the pillow before she screamed in frustration and threw it right at him. Of course, he easily intercepted the pillow with a sweep of his arm, angering her even more! She screamed again with her feet kicking out. "You bastard! I hate you! Get out!"
"Hate me?" he asked with a shift of his head and a brow arching. "What have I done to have you hate me?"
"I hate all you men!"
The Decepticon sighed with his shoulders falling. "You humans and your pitifully short memories. I am no man."
"Really?" Abelei scoffed while allowing her gaze to drag down his bare chest. "From where I stand, you're all man."
He rolled his eyes again. "You females confuse me. One minute you're sobbing, which woke me from my rest,' he jabbed a finger at her in accusation, 'and in the second minute you're complaining about me being male? What is your malfunction?"
"My malfunction?" She pressed a hand to her chest. "Excuse me, but I'm a human woman. You don't have to talk to me as if I'm some robot, like you!"
"Didn't you just label me in the same group as human males?"
A growl coiled Abelei's lips. She turned her eyes away as her voice dropped to a muttered whisper. "Just leave…"
Starscream arched a brow as her anger suddenly vanished. Fucking humans - so weak. Sighing, he shook his head. "Fine,' he snarled while narrowing his eyes at her, 'but try to keep your sobbing to a minimal, would you? You're keeping me up."
"Whatever…"
Starscream turned from her to depart the room, closing the door behind him. He growled under his breath and cursed silently all the way back to his room where he fell upon his bed with his eyes locked upon the ceiling. Even the calming breeze did little to cool his burning anger as it increased with bubbling agitation with each passing minute.
How long did he lay awake? He couldn't really tell. Time passed slowly as he stared at the ceiling and listened to the chatter of insects outside the windows and from within the depths of the woods. Some point during the night he heard a door open then close, the sound of steps padding down the hall then the bathroom door open and then close; that door had a squeak to it. A few moments later he heard the shower run.
He glanced to the clock to see the time of eleven-twelve glowing back to him in digital red. It was late. What reason would she have to take a shower at this time of night? Then again, she had been out on a date with Eric. Wait, she came back early from her date. How odd. She told him that she would be returning late and not to wait up for her. So why was she home early, and crying no less? Had something happened?
So what?
He shouldn't care.
He shouldn't...
…care.
So why was he up and off the bed and out of the room without a second thought? Why was he outside the bathroom with his hand upon the doorknob, hesitating to open the door?
Before he could stop himself, Starscream opened the door only to be hit by intense hot steam. Through the steamy fog he could see Abelei's shadowy form distorted by the crackled shower door, taking notice that she was seated within the tub and right beneath the spray of hot water. From what he could see, her arms were wrapped about her knees that were drawn tightly to her chest. She was crying again; the water doing little to drown out the hitching sounds.
There was a quick stab of pain, pain he would never grow accustomed to and was associated to the sense of guilt, within his chest at the pitiful sight. With a sigh, he moved to the shower door that he slid open. Ignoring the spray of hot water, the Decepticon pulled Abelei out of the tub and into his arms. Whatever was going on with her had taken so much of her fight away that she did not even protest as he lifted her out of the tub. Managing to turn off the water, Starscream grabbed a towel to drape over her then carried her out of the bathroom and back to her room where he placed her gently to the bed.
He really did not know what to say as he used the towel to soak up the water that clung to her naked, wet body. "What's wrong with you, woman?" he asked in a hushed tone to his usually smooth yet agitated voice.
Abelei did not bother to look up to him. She kept her vacant and distant blue eyes focused upon the damp discoloration of his jeans from where her wet body had been pressed. When she did not answer, Starscream narrowed his eyes. A few days ago, he had accidentally walked in on her just as she was stepping out of the shower. He had seen her naked that day, and the torrent of tyrannical cursing that came from her pretty lips had left his ears bleeding for a few hours. However, and at this moment, she was sitting before him with water drops slipping down her body with nothing but a towel wrapped about her shoulders, and still no words of complaint came from her.
She looked empty, distant, and hurt.
"I don't think I'll ever understand you humans," he began to say as he rubbed the towel against her hair that was stuck against her shoulders and cheeks. "Your emotions are unstable, yet you continue to conduct yourselves in activities and situations that cause such instability. You scream and cry and bitch and moan one minute then the next you are smiling and speaking of rainbows and butterflies. What is wrong with you and your race?"
She still did not answer.
Silence, how it bothered him. He did not like the concept of complete stillness or silence when nothing was happening or when there were no sounds to be heard. Silence and stillness meant being alone, at least to him. When she couldn't even lift her eyes to him, Starscream tipped her chin up until their eyes connected.
"What happened tonight? What happened on your date?" he asked.
Abelei sighed, her first reaction to his questions, and she gently synched the towel tighter about her to cover as much of her nakedness as she could. "I…I don't want to talk about it."
An arched brow spoke of the skepticism the Decepticon felt. She did not want to talk about it? That was too bad. He grunted, "I do."
Abelei stared into Starscream's intense eyes to see a hint of red flash within them. "You wouldn't understand." She looked away. "I just want to be left alone."
Fresh tears glistened within her blue eyes causing Starscream to feel a piece of his decrepit heart twist within his chest. "No,' he heard himself whisper as he brushed a thumb along her wet cheek, 'I won't leave you alone until you tell me what happened to you tonight. Something has happened to cause you a great deal of discomfort, and I want to know what it is so we can settle the issue, you can be quiet then I can get to bed."
"Like I said,' Abelei mumbled, brushing his touch away, 'you wouldn't understand my feeble human emotions."
Starscream snorted. "Though I don't agree with your weak human emotions, and I may not even understand them most of the time, that doesn't mean I might not understand what you are feeling right now."
"Then understand this," she said with pleading eyes. "I just want to be left alone. I need space."
The urge to command and yell at her coiled tightly within Starscream when he was, yet again, thwarted from an honest answer. He growled low and was just about to pull back, to throw up his arms in defeat and storm out, when he saw 'something' hidden beneath a few locks of her thick hair that had parted against her neck.
The Decepticon narrowed his eyes and reached out to her to brush back her hair from the side of her neck. "What is this?"
Abelei gasped quickly, jerking herself away from him as her eyes went wide. "Nothing!" she stuttered.
"Nothing? Don't fool me, human," he snarled while reaching to grip her chin, gently, so that he could turn her head to the side while he pulled her hair away from her neck.
She winced when he touched the large area of her cheek that was swollen, irritated, and tinted in black and blue tones. As he inspected the area, Starscream came to the harsh realization that he was staring at a handprint. He was not some ignorant human who was incapable of thinking worth a damn. No, the Decepticon was able to put two and two together. Somebody had hurt her.
Truth be told, he shouldn't give a shit…but he did.
Anger coiled from deep within him, twisting and turning red hot until he felt the pleasing sensations of enflamed rage start to scorch his inside. He did not mean for his grip to tauten as he shifted her once more to get a closer look at the print. "Who did this to you?" As if he had to ask. The name was right there on the tip of his tongue - Eric.
Starscream slid his narrowed and angered eyes along Abelei's throat until he was looking her directly in the eye. He asked again and in a tone of voice that dared her to ignore him, "Who did this to you? Tell me."
Abelei gulped to the intensity in his voice, so much so that she whimpered when he guided her eyes back to his. No longer did she see the rich brown that had often captivated her attention but rather a deadly glow of violent red. Beneath his penetrating gaze, she wanted nothing more than to run and hide. She had never forgotten who - no - what he was. He was not human, never had been. He only wore an illusion of a human body while his true form was that of a colossal, exceedingly powerful, and naturally intelligent alien robot who came to Earth from deep within the far reaches of the universe.
Abelei had only known Starscream for a short time, ever since she had struck him, in his human form, with her car when he had bolted across the road leading to her cabin in the woods. He had been injured in a fight with the rival side of his 'race'. He called them the Autobots. Any conversation she had tried to induce involving the Autobots was full of his overwhelming ranting for revenge along with dangerous and violent promises of obliteration.
There was an evil aura about Starscream that frightened her to her core - to her soul. He had admitted the purpose of his presence upon the Earth was to take over the energy sources and turn the entire human race in to nothing more than tools for target practice. And though he had been injured and in and out of a nasty fever for the first two days of his stay, Abelei couldn't help but take his words seriously. A week later, he was still in her house and for whatever reasons neither one could discern.
"What would it matter to you who did this?" she whispered as she gently gripped his hand to pull his fingers from her chin.
Starscream watched at Abelei slipped from the bed with the towel wrapped in limited fashion about her body. She did not seem concerned as she walked to her dresser allowing him a nice view of her backside. Never would he have guessed that, in his human form, he would experience positive and negative emotions. Then again, he had never met a human female like Abelei. She was beautiful, young, gentle, and intelligent. She had opened her house to him and cared for him without prejudice or judgment. Without her care, he would be dead.
"I shouldn't care what happens to you."
Hearing what she knew to be honest words from him cut deeply into Abelei. She winced as she opened the dresser then diverted her attention to searching out a shirt. "That is your right."
She heard the bed shift then steps upon the carpet coming in her direction. Abelei's breath caught in her throat as she watched two arms come about her to place hands upon the top of her dresser, pinning her within his embrace. A shiver ran her spine when she felt his warm breath dance against the back of her neck, and the breathy caress brought her eyes to close.
"If it is my right, then tell me, little human, why do I care?"
His question confused her. How was she to answer him? Abelei turned her head just enough to look back over her shoulder at him. "I…don't know," she whispered.
Starscream leaned closer, the urge to feel her against him thumped wildly within his body. Anger still burned within him at the idea of another hurting her, daring even to touch her, but why?
The Decepticon pressed closer until the finely spun fibers of the Egyptian cotton towel coiled about her tickled his naked chest. He closed his eyes, as the red hue began to disappear within them, and breathed in a draw of her wet, feminine scent. He had to admit that there were… 'perks' ….to having a human form; one of which was the enjoyments of physical and sensory pleasures. He knew well the offerings a woman could give him in the sense of sexual bliss, ever since that human scientist managed to transfer the Transformer essence, their souls, into a human body.
Eliza Bracken had been a bitch to the highest degree. She had been the wretched soul who perfected the transference upon him, a handful of other Decepticons, and a few Autobots over a four-year period of time. In some ways, he probably should be grateful to the woman considering… Well, he was not going to think about what Galvatron had done to him first - destroying his robotic body, cursing his essence, and labeling him a traitor. And when he found his way back after being granted another physical body by Unicron, Galvatron had not been too happy to see Starscream again.
When thinking upon his past, and his unstable association with Galvatron and most of his Decepticon associates, perhaps Eliza had saved him by giving him a chance and protecting him from whatever destructive fate awaited him - perhaps. Then again, Eliza could not be considered his savior. She had been his torturer - a cruel vixen with a soul that Galvatron could worship and make his queen. Starscream, and the other Transformers captured by Eliza's company, became nothing more than lab-rats. He became her personal victim, her personal investment, and her personal plaything. She had used him for all her twisted and deplorable desires - experimental and sexual. She took great pleasure in having a hand in the process that pushed him and the other Transformers close to their deaths. He still had nightmares of being strapped down, naked and exposed on a table of cold metal, while writhing in agony to whatever cruel play the bitch had decided would be her game of the day.
However, once he had become stabilized within his human body, and the torture was proclaimed to be over, Eliza used him for not only the unpleasant pleasures of her desires in seeking out revenge on her business partners but had also taken him as what she termed a lover. Even in the throes of passion the woman was nothing but claws and torment. How many times, day in and night out, had she left his back scored with bleeding lines from where she had dug her nails in his flesh with nothing more than a murderous hunger for his hide and the pleasure thta he could offer her.
What Eliza called pleasure was not the idea of pleasure according to his rudimentary understanding of sex. He did not like to be dominated or commanded in any action or thought. He was the commander of his own destiny, his own body, and his own mind - not some expendable test subject!
In fact, escaping Eliza's grasp was how Starscream ended up being the hood ornament of Abelei's car. He had finally escaped Eliza's hidden hellhole leaving a trail of destruction, fire, and death behind him. He took the bitch's life and took his slow, enjoyable time ripping her cold heart from her body while she was still alive. The look of pure fear that he had seen within her eyes would be forever memorialized within his mind. Once he had his revenge, Starscream fled the facility operated by Eliza's company and disappeared into the night.
Eliza had been, however, the only human woman Starscream had ever known intimately. However, Abelei was not like Eliza, or probably any other human female he had come across. All the cruelty, horror, and icy coldness that had created Eliza at birth where not a part of Abelei's genetic makeup. Abelei had taken care of him during his time of fevered delirium. She had spoon fed him, washed his body, and stayed up through the long nights to make sure he did not worsen. She had gone nights without sleep until one night she had succumbed to the call of slumber and had fallen asleep with her head resting upon his arm.
That was the night Starscream's fever broke. He had awoken in exhaustion and confusion only to see the gentlest of faces locked within in a look of tender slumber. Through his hazed memory, Starscream could remember moments when she had fed him, cleaned him, and bandaged his wounds. He could even remember her talking to him, stroking his hair, and dabbing at his burning forehead with a cool cloth. He owed her for saving his life and being in debt him greatly aggravated him. Starscream did not like to be in debt to anybody - especially a human.
So why did he want to know what happened to her, and why was the urge to brutally murder whoever, or whatever, had hurt her tightened an encouraging grip about his throat?
Leaning against her, the Decepticon whispered softly against her damp hair, "Did Eric do this to you? Tell me so I can teach him the true meaning of pain."
A cold tremble ran through Abelei's entire body to the promises whispered proudly and strongly within his voice. She knew better than to give in to the seductive tone of his voice and allow him any information as to what had transpired between her and Eric. Knowing that Starscream was capable of inflicting unimaginable suffering on another bubbled fear deep within her.
Starscream ran a set of his deadly fingers along her bare arm then up and over the edge of the draped towel to her chin. He turned her gaze to the side then gently urged her to turn around. They came face to face, and he could see new tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Then again, you don't need to tell me anything," he said after a moment of quiet thought. "I'm not an ignorant fool. Eric put his hands on you. That's why you came home early from your date with him. Isn't it?" He narrowed his intense eyes as he raised her chin up so that he could view the bottom of the injury.
With a soft whimper, she nodded her head.
Starscream snarled under his breath. He was not expecting a wave of rage to strike him so quickly, but it did and tickled his inside with coiling heat. He slowly leaned away and locked his hot gaze with hers, and his voice lowered to a violent rumble. "I'll kill him."
Abelei's eyes went wide and, in a moment of panic, grasped his wrist. "No! You can't!"
"I can!" he snapped back as he regarded her with his eyes flaring red.
"No, you can't! You can get into a lot of trouble if you purposefully go out and hurt Eric!"
Starscream pointed a finger at her neck. "Is Eric going to get in trouble for harming you, or is he going to get away with his actions because you won't tell your authorities that he has been hurting you?"
Sucking in a breath of guilt, Abelei looked away. "I…I can't…"
"Why not?" he demanded, moving quickly to stand before her. He tipped his head to try and catch her eye even as the longer bangs of his dark hair fell before his gaze. "Why won't you turn that piece of human worthlessness into the authorities?"
"I…I don't want him to hurt me again."
The Decepticon's face twisted with confusion, his brow furrowing. "What does that mean? Are you scared of him?"
Scared of Eric? Of course, she was! This night was not the first time he had put his hands on her in such a way that she came home with some sort of bruise. Most of the time, however, the bruising was explained away as Eric's personal enjoyment of rough sex. Tonight, conversely, was the first time he became enraged enough to physically hurt her with the sole purpose of harming her.
"You are scared of him," said Starscream, snorting and rolling his eyes. "You're just like every other human - weak."
Abelei snapped her eyes to him in a look of anger. "I'm human! And we can scare easily, especially when somebody hurts us! Don't judge me on that!" She tightened the towel about her as her shoulders lifted and fell with each drawn, heavy breath.
"Then let me deal with him, if you can't," Starscream said with a sadistic grin. "I'll give Eric something to be scared of."
"I don't want him hurt."
"Why not?"
"Because…" Abelei sighed. "You wouldn't understand. Not all of us humans hurt others for fun or want to see others hurt."
"So, you let some little fucker like Eric hurt you? Where's the logic in that?"
She locked her eyes to his. "The same place where your logic is that you let a weak human hurt you." Seeing a flare of rage within his eyes tightened her stomach, but Abelei would not back down from him. "When you were in and out of your fever, you spoke of a woman named Eliza, and you spoke of what she did to you. She hurt you because she wanted to, and you could do nothing to fight against her."
"Don't bring her into this," he snarled.
Abelei shook her head and sighed in sympathy. She said quietly, "She did a lot of things to you for her own needs. Eric has done the same with me, but, unlike you, I cannot fight against him."
Abelei struck a nerve right then and there. Starscream had wanted to forget that, in his fevered state, he had muttered and moaned about Eliza and what she had done to him. He knew he had groaned out her name in memories of both pain and pleasure. Never had Abelei said anything to judge him on what Eliza had done, but right now she was making a point that he shouldn't judge her in kind to what Eric had done to her.
"We're not talking about me," he muttered through a tightened jaw.
Abelei huffed. "I don't want to talk about me either. Turnabout is fair play. Now,' she pointed to the door, 'I'd like you to leave my room."
"I don't think so."
"You're so stubborn!"
Starscream's lips curled into a sadistic grin. "You have no idea. Tell me what I want to know, and I'll leave."
"Please,' she begged softly with her eyes turning away and her fingers gripping her towel, 'just go…."
"He hurt you," Starscream told her as he turned her eyes back to his with the touch of a finger beneath her chin. "I want to know why."
"You don't need to know why. You don't know me well enough to know what happens in my personal life."
"I know you well enough. You can't deny that we have grown close." He stepped closer until there was not an inch left between them.
"Not this close," she pointed out, leaning back from him.
"Why not?" he asked, inclining his head closer to her.
"Why…not…what?" Abelei replied with a tip of her head and a curious gaze in her eyes.
"I have been here almost four weeks, Abelei. I've seen the way you have looked at me, similar as you do now."
Abelei blinked, stunned by what she heard. "Excuse me?"
Starscream ran his fingers down her neck to the bruise that decorated her skin. "I may not be human, but I know the attraction between the sexes, Abelei."
"Oh, you are just full of yourself!" she snapped, giving him a shove to push him away from her. "Get out!"
Starscream wasn't one to be pushed. He growled, took her wrists in his hands, and used his body to press her against the dresser. Abelei yelped to the roughness then winced, probably because a brass handle dug into her back. "I will warn you one last time, Abelei, don't order me around. It won't do you any good. I only listen to one, me."
Abelei shifted to get away from the discomfort of the dresser pushing into her only to find that the move pushed her against him as he moved, and the motion of both bodies had the towel slipping from her body. Her cheeks went red when bare flesh touched bare flesh leaving her staring in horror up to his grinning face.
The blush that rushed across her cheeks pulled Starscream's handsome mouth into a wicked grin. He chuckled low in his throat, more like a rumble of amusement, when the towel fell from her and they were standing naked chest to naked chest. He could feel her breasts pressing against his flesh, moving and teasing his skin with every quick breath she pulled into her lungs.
At this moment, time seemed to slow as they stared into each other's eyes.
"You feel it, don't you?" he asked with a slow tip of his head.
"Feel what?" Abelei gulped.
"The pull between us, the tension."
She shook her head, unable to formulate any words that come to her mind. Was that her heart pounding in her chest and breath gasping softly or just her imagination?
Starscream leaned even closer until every naked curve and every sinful inch of their bodies fit perfectly together.
Abelei whimpered ever-so-softly when she felt the chafe of his jeans tease the sensitive skin of her thighs, and when his clothed groin pressed against her, she could barely hold back the low moan that tightened within her throat.
He heard that moan and heard that whimper. He also saw a shadow of lust cloud her eyes. Would she deny him? Would she fight him? No, she would not.
"I don't know you."
Starscream cast Abelei a sly, devious grin and gently arched his hips against her. "You know more about me than you want to admit. You know that I am not human. You know I am capable of killing and have killed many times in the past." He then added in a soft whisper, "You have seen me vulnerable, Abelei. You are the only one to be privileged in knowing any weakness of mine and have survived."
Abelei gulped, turning her head away with her eyes fluttering closed. "Please…don't…."
With a low growl, Starscream turned her head back. "I do as I please."
Then he kissed her.
Abelei swallowed a tight gulp that came out more as a whimper when his mouth sealed over her lips. Her eyes went wide to the intensity that fell upon her. His kiss was hot, demanding, and powerful. Abelei felt her stomach twist into a painful knot as an explosion of desperate need ran through her body. Never had she felt such a response bubble up from the pit of her core with Eric and his kisses. He wasn't too bad in their passionate moments, but this moment with Starscream was something she never dreamed she would feel!
He commanded her mouth using his tongue to tease her lips. He trailed his tongue along her lips as if asking her to part her mouth for him, yet when her quivering lips remained closed, he gently nipped her lower lip. Abelei squeaked to the nip only to find his tongue slipping forward to stroke the sweet recesses of her warm mouth. There was a groan that came from him as he tasted the remnants of a sweetened drink that lingered upon her tongue. Though Abelei's body went stiff the moment he took advantage of her mouth, her lips soon turned supple, parting and moving in kind to his.
Gently, he eased his grip upon her with his hands moving to set on her bare hips. His deft fingers curled against her flesh as he pulled her against him to where there was no inch of space between their bodies. He leaned forward and against her, moving her body to arch against him. The feeling of her naked, moist skin against him sent waves of hunger through his body. Eliza had been a beautiful and power-hungry woman that pulled and played upon his own narcissistic desires, while Abelei, on the other hand, was gentle and tender with a natural beauty that hid the erotic intensity he knew simmered beneath the surface of her sensual skin.
There was so much more to this little human that Starscream couldn't help wanting to discover. He wanted to claim her, protect her, and be with her in all ways.
With a growl, he pulled away to break their kiss then buried his features against her neck with his nose teasing the side of her throat just above a fingerprint of the bruise. "What hold do you have over me, human?" he hissed as he dragged his nails along her sides, eliciting a harsh shiver from her.
The feeling of his nails clawing along her skin drew in a sharp breath and raked Abelei's body with harsh shivers. Her eyes tightened closed as a low moan pressed up from her throat when she felt his teeth nibble along her neck. "I…I don't know," she breathed out pitifully only to whimper when Starscream began to suckle upon the smooth column of her neck.
Starscream drew back from her, instantly missing her flavor upon his palate. He suddenly gripped her chin while locking her gaze with his as he took deep breaths to calm his burning desire but doing so was hard considering her naked body teased his sexual hunger.
"Eric doesn't deserve you," he heard himself say and instantly regretted it. "You're too good for him. He's a pathetic excuse for a male and, even worse, a pathetic excuse for an air breathing human. If you were mine, you would be treated like a queen. I would give you anything you desired, gold…jewels. You need only have to ask."
Abelei huffed with a slight smile and a shake of her head. "You don't seem know me that well, huh?"
Starscream scowled. "All women want grandeur and wealth."
"I don't."
"Is that because Eric can't give you all that you desire?" Smirking, he dipped his head to whisper hotly against her ear, "I could give you everything, including all the pleasure your body could handle. Eric is nothing more than an infant incapable of sucking on a teat. You need a being stronger than any human male, one you will crave and scream for, beg and cry for. I can give you all of that, and so much more."
"You don't need a boy who will beat you into submission, Abelei," he went on to say with his words bordering a dangerous line of comfort and truth. "You need a powerful male who can command your soul, pleasure body, and delve upon you ultimate glory."
His words coiled a knot of disgust within Abelei's stomach. He was no human! He was speaking like a devil drunk on power! Jerking her head away from him, Abelei ran his face with a sick glare. "I would rather have a pitiful lover like Eric than a sadistic killer like you."
Hot - pure hot - rage instantly took Starscream's handsome face. He made a grab for her throat yet caught himself when the bruise upon her neck flashed before his view, so he moved his fingers to grip her chin to yank her roughly against him. "Watch your words, human," he hissed harshly. "You would rather have a lover in your bed who would lay his hands upon you hard enough to leave bruises? I highly doubt that, Abelei. Yes, I am a sadistic and calculated killer, and I take great pride in my abilities and the truth of who I am, but you…"
He drew in a deep, thoughtful breath as he gently ran his fingertips over the contours of her face. His thumb brushed along her lower lip that parted in a caress of soft skin. "You could stand at my side, my human side, and when I rule the galaxy, you would be crowned my queen."
Abelei narrowed her eyes. "You're insane…"
The Decepticon gave a dangerous chuckle, a sound of twisted amusement that could freeze blood. "You have no idea."
"I don't think I want to have an idea."
Starscream ran his fingers down the arch of her throat. His eyes slipped back up to watch the reaction dancing upon her face. Her eyes shifted rapidly beneath thick lashes and her lips were slightly parted. "Can you honestly say that you are not attracted to me or to what I can offer you?"
Abelei whimpered to the sensual feel of his fingers dancing down her throat then over her collarbone in a sinful caress before skimming further down to trail between her bare breasts. "Let go of me," she muttered through some dissipating inch of strength. Half of her despised him for touching her - the other half despised herself for enjoying his touch.
"You loathe me for what I am,' he purred through a wicked grin, 'but, at the same time, you desire me for what I am."
"Shut up," Abelei hissed tightly. Her heart thumped within her chest like a wild horse as his touch continued to tease her flesh, trailing slowly over the arch of each taut breast.
"You would never need to beg me for pleasure, Abelei, though hearing your sweet voice whimper for me in such a carnal way would be music to my ears."
"You bastard…." she growled.
His words, as perverse and erotic as they were, held a bit of truth. Starscream was extremely handsome, the image of male perfection. His body was taut and muscular but not overly so like the body of a man who lived in a gym. He was sleek and deadly with strength and power hidden within every inch of muscle beneath his tan skin. She couldn't deny that, yes, there was an attraction to him - an instinct that prickled her desires that had increased over the weeks with him. On the other hand, three weeks were not enough to develop true feelings, such as love, for him, Abelei found herself feeling disgust for him and hatred and fear for what he was and capable of.
"Get over yourself, little human,' Starscream purred sadistically as he grinned darkly to her, 'and admit that you want me. Maybe that's why Eric attacked you. Did you tell him you were no longer interested in him, that you had another you had your sights set on?" Starscream had a perverse need to know that the bruise upon her flesh was due to the fact that she had told Eric how much of a pathetic man he was and that she was, in fact, seeking out another, the man standing before her, for comfort and pleasure.
Abelei's body broke out in trembles of anger as she narrowed her eyes at him and bit her tongue to keep from yelling at him until her voice went raw. He was goading her, teasing her and playing with her, and the emotions that tore through her were more than fear, anger, hurt, rage, and disgust.
She couldn't stop herself.
The sound of her hand connecting with Starscream's face echoed her bedroom. His head snapped to the side beneath the blow, and it seemed that time froze.
He wasn't expecting that! Damn, she had a strong smack! But she smacked him, and that brought a new sensation of ire through him. Sure, he deserved it. He was, after all, a bastard through and through, and what he had been saying was very hurtful, yet he wanted a reaction from her and got one. Starscream was a bastard with his entire ego centered upon his narcissistic point of view. To him, Abelei could be his queen, and she was going to be because he chose her. There was no declining his offer.
Slowly, he slid his gaze back to her with eyes swirling red. Abelei drew in a sharp gasp of air to that deadly, intense gaze. She wanted to shrink back and quickly form words of apology, but before she could, her back was pulled from the dresser, and she was spun around. A yelped cry escaped her lips when her back hit the bed with a slight bounce.
He was on her in a second with his hands pinning her wrists above her head and his mouth seizing hers in an intense - hot - demanding kiss. From her head down to her toes, Abelei felt prickles of excitement surge through her. He had moved so fast that before she could even blink, let alone protest, she was on her back with his delicious, deadly, and powerful weight settled atop her. When their bodies touched, her naked skin to his, a purring mew trickled up from within her throat but only for a second before Starscream's lips drifted from hers to hover dangerously close.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked in a husky, twisted whisper of self-induced pride.
Heat exploded across Abelei's cheeks in the form of a red blush. Flustered, her naked breasts lifted and fell while gently teasing Starscream's flesh. His eyes flashed. She shivered. Unable to answer his question, she turned her head away in shame as her body warmed to the erotic sensation of his male form fitted perfectly against hers.
"Is something wrong? Has the cat gotten your tongue?" he purred. "Is that not the correct phrase to use in this situation?" A deeply rumbled chuckle coursed through his body as he dipped his head to run his tongue along her neck.
"No," Abelei stuttered while trying to hold back the sensual moan that dared to dance from her lips.
With a chuckle still upon his lips, Starscream shifted his body over hers until he was looking down to her. How cute, she was shy. Flexing his hips, the Decepticon pressed his hips against hers and was pleased to watch her eyes flutter closed and lips to part in a silent sound of delight.
He whispered as he dipped his head to kiss the corner of her lips, "I forgive you for striking me."
His lips skimmed along her jaw leaving a delicate trail of nipped skin. When his warm mouth came upon the shell of her ear, his tongue slipped forward to skim the outline of her ear with the moist tip. "Why not submit to what you lust for, Abelei? You think I'm the only one who whispers in their sleep? No, my dear Abelei. I've listened to you moan at night, and whimper too."
He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered lowly, "Do you want to know what I have heard tumble from your sweet lips?"
The heat of his words mixed with the caress of his lips, and the sensation of his body moving along hers had Abelei's petite form breaking out in hard shudders. She did not want to look at him. No, she couldn't - not when she knew he was speaking the truth. A few times since his arrival, and within the darkest hours of night, she had awoken with a startle as her dreams turned erotic and when his name threatened to ring forth from her trembling lips!
A tight whimper pressed against her when he moved his gaze back to her and leaned close enough that their lips almost touched. Starscream said oh-so-softly, "My name."
Abelei's stomach shuddered when he kissed her in another hot and demanding kiss. Her fingers curled to her palms only to be opened when he laced his fingers with hers, and her hips arched sensually when he parted her thighs with a knee then settled himself between her legs.
"You may despise me,' he mumbled against her lips with an added nip, 'but you have dreamed of me." He kissed her again, his tongue sweeping forward to taste her lips before he began to trail his lips down her chin and, with a little nudge to be raised, nipped and nibbled a path down her throat. "Tell me what you dreamed of…"
Abelei groaned as he bit her jugular leaving a touch of stinging flesh. Her mind began to swoon, tumbling over and over in random sensual thoughts that left her unaware that he had released her hands, drawn himself back to his knees then drew her up with him. He fisted a hand into her hair so that he could gently guide her head back to expose her throat to his play. With an arm slinking about her, Starscream locked her naked body against his with his fingers spreading over the dip of her back and the sweet curve of her rump.
He could feel her body trembling and shifting subtly against him. Her breasts, pert and soft and tipped with swollen nipples, pressed and teased against the hard contours of his chest making him growl in approval.
A breathy moan tumbled from Abelei's lips to the feeling of his roughened pads of his fingers running and skipping along her spine only to curl and run back down her skin with a touch of sharpened nails. She shivered and pressed to him, and all the while her mind spun deeper and deeper into the pits of the memories that lingered within her mind of the sensual, erotic, and perverse pleasures she experienced within her dreams. And here she was, trapped within his embrace and prey to his twisted desires she knew burned beneath his surface.
Leisurely, Starscream urged Abelei to bend her body by a tender pull of her hair, and when her body was beautiful arched before him, he bent low over her and began a sultry and sensual play of his lips over her breasts. There was no intention in him to take this first 'step' with any form of hesitation as he brazenly licked at her breasts while the fingers upon her back skimmed over a slender hip, up along her stomach before molding and cupping a plush breast. When his warm, moist mouth closed around one of her sensitive nipples, his tongue lavishing and lips suckling, Abelei tossed her head back with a throaty moan of sensual bliss breaking from her quivering lips!
Starscream snarled in pleasure about the nipple in his mouth, bringing another cry of delight from her when he felt her hands running through his hair. Feeling her nails dig into his scalp sent shivers of white-hot pleasure dancing down his spine. Pulling his lips from her breast, he crushed his mouth against hers in a fevered kiss. There was no request of permission to taste the sweetness of her mouth; instead, he thrust his tongue forward in a cruel command for more. He bit gently to the soft petals of flesh until she moaned and quivered for more.
He was close, so close to breaking her wall of self-built morality, knowing that within her lay unbound pleasures of exotic sexual desires, and such knowledge had his control simmering on the edge. He wanted nothing more than to lay her back and take her until she cried out loyalty to him. That is what the Decepticon wanted from her - unending loyalty.
Abelei could no longer keep her hands under her control, so before she could stop herself, her Fingers dragged through his hair to leave lines of red swelling down the back of his neck and across his shoulders. Starscream groaned as if the pain was more pleasure to him than pain. Every taut muscle beneath his skin replied to the scrapes of her nails in tight, quivering twitches.
Starscream wrapped his arms about Abelei and easily lifted her against him then laid her back upon the bed. He took her body in his hands, caressing and touching her until she whimpered and begged him in soft cries of deep-seated want. The sound that tore from Abelei's throat the moment, that first moment, Starscream parted her flesh with his fingers to touch her intimately was the sound of an angel proclaiming heavenly love. Her body bowed upward when he slid fingers into her core to feel the slick wetness of desire greeting him.
Every motion, every internal caress and external tease, had her body raging with erotic fire! She couldn't stop moving but would arch and twist as she sought out more and more of the sinful thrusting of his fingers. He worked her like an instrument of passion, using his fingers to toy and stroke her - tease and caress her until Abelei was nothing more than a quivering morsel of human flesh. He left her panting and begging for more as she clawed and clung to his body the higher as he pushed her toward the edge of release. His tongue worked magic upon her flesh as he returned his mouth to suckling a breast with his other hand playing and toying with the opposite pert bud.
How the sweet echo of her blissful cries of sexual bliss danced the room to fill Starscream's ears with exotic music! With each caress and each pressing cry, he broke down another section of Abelei's wall of control. Sex with Eliza had been nothing but domination, by her, and pain delivered onto his body, yet with Abelei, the Decepticon could hardly keep himself from ravaging her!
Suddenly, he felt her tugging upon the back pockets of his jeans that remained upon his body. A sadistic grin formed upon his lips and about the bud he continued to feed upon. With a slick 'pop', he released her nipple, drawing a whimper of displeasure from her until that whimper turned to a low, sweet moan when his lips fell upon her neck.
"Something you want?" he purred wickedly, mockingly.
Abelei hissed when he ground his hips against her. She could feel the hard bulge of his shaft, secured within his jeans, press hard against her hip and the feel of that male part of his sinful body against her sent waves of desire into the core of her body. She ached for him in places Eric could never stroke to life! She wanted to feel him stretching her, opening her and filling her, in ways that Eric could never dream of doing! Most of all, she wanted to feel his intense power commanding her body to perform for his lust!
"Don't tease me," Abelei mumbled through her panting and gasping. Tipping her head, she bit tenderly upon his ear to give a playful tug.
The bite brought a chuckle from the Decepticon. He pressed himself against her, giving her slick folds a taste of what was to come with a few gliding teases of denim. "Then,' he began to say as he pulled back to kneel between her parted legs, sliding his fingers from her body and raising them to his lips to lick before he opened his arms before her, 'take what you want of me."
Abelei's heart skipped within her chest as she gazed upon Starscream's half-naked body of pure muscle and male essence. Knowing that what she saw was simply a shell of his true self twisted a perverse hunger within her. He wasn't human, but he certainly looked to be the perfection of the male species. Swallowing a hard lump down her throat, she arched off the bed and set her hands to his tight stomach. Her delicate fingertips ran along the expanse of muscles that lined his sides and abdomen before moving down to play over the hint of pelvic bone peeking out from the hold of his jeans. With her eyes locked upon the button and fly of his jeans, Abelei timidly released the zipper and the button.
She was shaking, but it seemed Starscream was not going to let her shyness control her when they were reaching such a critical part of their sensual evening. He took her hands, causing her to squeak, then guided her fingers past denim and skin while using her hands to push his jeans away.
Their eyes locked…and fabric slid away.
Then he was naked before her.
Abelei sucked in a sharp breath when Starscream looped an arm about her lower back to pull her flush against him where she could feel his throbbing, aching shaft pulsating against her. She moaned as he took one of her hands to guide her delicate fingers between their bodies and to his thickly swollen flesh, and when those fingers wrapped about the width of him, Starscream sucked in a slow, hissing breath.
"Don't be afraid," he told her as he brushed her hair from her features and offered her a smile that was still dangerous in intention. "I won't hurt you…"
"How do I know, considering what you are, what you've told me you're capable of, and what you confessed to doing to Eliza?"
Starscream smirked with a slight chuckle. He watched the way her hair slid from between his fingers like silk. "Trust…"
She looked him straight in the eye and said, "I don't want to trust you."
The Decepticon grinned as he guided her down to the bed before covering her slender frame with his. He parted her thighs with a knee as he came to rest against her, shivering when his aching flesh grazed against the slickened, warm folds of her feminine core. There was beauty in the shadow of pleasure that teased Abelei's features as her lips parted in a slow, sweet moan and as her head tipped back in offering. Her body arched toward him, her legs parting in welcoming with her toes skimming along his calves.
How could he deny her any longer, deny him either?
Leaning to her, Starscream whispered hotly to her - "Are you ready for me?" Adding to his words, he slid his shaft along her folds to torment her with the sensation of the swollen tip of his manhood parting her delicate petals to press sensually forward.
Feeling his body parting her, pressing into her so slowly, pulled a tight, lust filled moan from Abelei. Her hands fell to the curve of his hips with her nails curling against his flesh, and when he flexed his hips, she pulled him closer. Her body felt as if it was on fire, stroked by his expert guidance. She was shaking, trembling violently with whimpers and throaty sounds of desperation. Eric never made her feel this sense of internal sexual craving. Never had he made her skin feel as if every touch of his male flesh would send her into orgasmic release! Yet, this alien male was playing her body as if she were his personal instrument of lust since the time of creation!
Through the clouds of desire and lust, Abelei heard the delicate whisper that gave him her answer in the form of a tumbling breath, "Yes."
There was no way Abelei could explain the sensations that flooded her body, her mind and her heart, the moment Starscream sank his hard and swollen flesh into her trembling core. She cried out with her body arching and limbs wrapping about his powerful form. Every thrust of his hips, every twist, and every move had her flying toward heaven. The way he rocked against her, drawing his flesh from her body until he threatened to leave her empty then driving forward until she could feel him in her womb, had Abelei gasping and moaning and begging for more of him.
She was panting.
She was shaking.
She was gasping his name as her body arched and rocked and thrust to meet every dancing motion that he delivered onto her.
Starscream couldn't think. He couldn't even start to understand what was truly happening to him with this one act of lustful mating. His heart pound within his chest, his body craved for more of her, and his essence wanted to devour every inch of her until she was fully his. No other male would have her, this he vowed as he pushed her further and further and higher until he felt her body quake from deep within. He felt and heard her release as she wrapped herself about him to hold him to her as he stroked her through such an intensely exotic orgasm until he too met his end in a deep, bellowing howl of release!
When the moment of sexual passion was over, and Abelei had succumbed to slumber against him, Starscream laid awake while watching her, stroking her damp hair and slick flesh. In the silence of the night, the Decepticon wondered what would happen now that they had crossed the dangerous line of intimacy. She still despised him, but, in time, she would overlook that and learn that he could be much more to her and she to him.
Smirking, he bent his head to touch his lips to her temple only to hear the doorbell ring. Whipping his head around, the Decepticon released a low and dangerous snarl as a flash of red echoed within his eyes. This wasn't the time to be disturbing him.
The doorbell rang again and was followed by heavy pounding. In her sleep, Abelei moaned and twisted closer to Starscream. At first, he thought to simply ignore whoever was outside until he heard a faded call of Abelei's name…by Eric's voice. That sound drew the most dangerous of echoes from the Decepticon's throat. Who did that pitiful piece of human filth think he was coming back to this house after what he did to her? No, this wouldn't do.
Quietly, Starscream dressed himself in his jeans then walked through the cabin upon bare steps. His growing anger was reconfirmed when he opened the door to find Eric standing outside on the front deck. The two men eyed each other, measuring one another, but it was Eric who flinched first as Starscream crossed his arms against his bare chest and leaned a shoulder to the etched doorframe of carved oak wood.
"I do hope there's a damn good reason why you're pounding on this door at this hour," snarled Starscream.
Eric gave a sheepish smile that pulled at the corner of his mouth and ran his hands up through his disheveled dark blonde hair. "Yeah, sorry about that. I'm sure you were asleep."
"We both were."
Eric arched a brow.
"What do you want, Eric?"
"I need to speak to Abelei," said Eric with a smooth southern drawl.
"Not going to happen. I'm afraid she is resting; poor thing wore herself out." Starscream grinned, taking satisfaction in the way Eric instantly scowled.
"Wake her up. This is important."
"I don't think so." Pushing himself from the door frame, Starscream stepped outside as he pulled the door closed behind him. What he was about to say, and do, was not meant for Abelei to hear or to see. "You wish to speak to her; you go through me first."
Eric eyed Starscream as he narrowed his dull blue eyes. "What's your problem, man?"
"First,' said the Decepticon as he raised a hand to present one finger, 'I saw what you did to Abelei, the bruise upon her neck…"
Eric winced then began to stutter, "That's what I wanted to speak to her about. I didn't mean for that to happen. We had a fight, and she… Well, it was all a misunderstanding."
"Don't even speak of her, you pathetic excuse for a human, or I'll rip your vocal cords out through your throat."
Eric blanched to the intense rage that echoed within the man's threat.
"Second,' Starscream raised a second finger, 'and most importantly, I am no man, or human." He advanced upon Eric, and the human stepped back. "Third, you're no longer to come around Abelei anywhere upon this miserable little shit-hole of a planet, including this property. If you do, I will hunt you down and skin you like the rat you are. Do you understand me?"
"I don't need to do anything you want, fuck that. Who the hell do you think you are?"
Starscream moved so fast that Eric had no time to respond, even his breath caught in his throat as the Decepticon's hand came to wrap about it and squeezed. "Who the hell am I?" he repeated with a grin as his eyes began to blaze red. He hauled Eric toward him then slowly raised him off the ground. "I'm a Decepticon, human filth, and I am your nightmare."
With a cruel and inhuman laugh, Starscream dragged Eric off into the dark woods that surrounded the cabin home. Out on this mountainside wilderness, nobody was going to hear his screams - only Starscream.
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