Chapter Three
"Terrorists."
"Official then?"
"It would appear so."
Soundwave eyed me as we stood on the balcony outside of my temporary dwelling in Iacon, for I was still there. His birds were perched on either shoulder, Ravage sitting at his peds, and his terror twins were inside up to something. Ratbat was inside of his chest compartment, still being trained to obey his new master.
I looked over the city before us, wings flicking, not liking this news. It had only been an orn since Zeta Prime had announced his new position, and yet he already was screwing us over. He made it mandatory that anyone who identified as a Decepticon had to sign the Decepticon Registration Act, which hadn't been mandatory until now. No one wanted to sign because it would paint a target on them. He also formed the Autobots, a group of mostly cops who would be enforced with stopping the now officially dubbed "terrorist" group of the Decepticons.
The Decepticons had remained quiet, preparing for what this new Prime would do to us. I was able to procure a few off-world shipments of illegal arms, much to Soundwave's chagrin who was still recruiting Decepticons for peace. He had succeeded in even convincing Skyfire to fully join, and now my beloved wore the badge. He hid it under a false plate when at work, but he was eager to now help fight against inequality.
Mostly what the Decepticons had been doing since the Kaon riot was recruit more members, distribute weapons, spray paint Decepticon messages, and smuggle Megatron's writings to anyone who would take one.
I was ensuring the Decepticons in Iacon would have weapons, especially since this was the most dangerous city for them with the Functionist Council and Senate being located within.
"War is coming, isn't it, Soundwave?" I asked without looking at him.
"I fear so." He answered. watching me.
"Can't say I'm surprised. This planet has been sinking deeper into a slaghole for vorns. It was bound to implode at some point." I turned to him. "I would say I'm prepared for war, but my processor always turns to my creations and grandcreations. They deserve better than war."
"If this war does come, let us hope it is resolved hastily."
"Yes… And casualties are minimal." I vented a sigh. "I'm stressed, Soundwave. Would you like a drink?"
"I would appreciate one."
I smirked, turning around. "I shall treat you to some Mood Whiplash."
"Too strong." He said as we started for the door. "I'd prefer something weaker."
"Something for pussies?"
"Yes, I do not have the resilience for anything stronger."
"Same. I prefer some energon wine or a Siebenaler Vintage. Oh, I do love Interface on the Beach and Sweet Poison." I fluttered my wings.
"If I could get past the designations of some of those drinks I might be more rounded."
"Dirty Whore's Bath Water was something that took me forever to try due to the name."
"I feel like whoever names these drinks are all interface addicts."
"Whip Me Harder is the one Skywarp makes me before he plans on hurting me." I rolled my optics as I palmed open the door. "What about a Blue Esserlon?"
"I have not tried one of those."
"I'll have it brought up."
"Soundwave!"
We looked down as the hellion Rumble approached, not looking thrilled.
"Yes?" Soundwave asked as he crouched to be optic level with his cassette.
"Tell yer friend he needs ta keep 'is damn pet on a tighter leash!" Rumble vociferated with a flare of his stubby arms.
"I… Don't understand…"
"Dat thing threatened us! An' hissed at us!" Rumbled pointed accusingly at Skywarp who was standing not far off, wings flared, engine growling, snarling with his jaws open to reveal his sharp denta. He was pissed.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have agitated him." I gruffly replied, flicking my wings.
Rumble spared only a furious glare at me before turning back to his master. "Dis isn't right!"
"Just hiss back." Ravage grunted.
"No fighting." Soundwave snapped. "I'm sure this is simply a misunderstanding. There is no need-"
"He said he was gonna rape us with a sword!" Frenzy bellowed.
"I shall handle my trinemate. If he requires discipline I shall deal it." I turned to Skywarp. "Skywarp, cease and desist."
Skywarp immediately ceased his aggressive stance and sat on the berth, angry, but at least he wasn't threatening anyone.
"Thundercracker, order some drinks. We need them." I commanded.
Little did any of us realize at the time that this signaled the beginning of a never ending feud between Soundwave's twins and my tentacle monster.
A Few Orbital Cycles Later:
"Hey there, silly, little Seeker." Skyfire smiled, letting me snuggle into his chassis, wings fluttering, engine loudly purring, my arms wrapping around his fat waist.
"I love you." I pressed my face into his chestplates, nuzzling him.
He hugged me back as he crouched, his own wings fluttering. "Where are your trinemates?"
"They dropped me off, but I asked them to let me hang out with you by myself." I pulled his helm down and kissed him on the lip plates. "I need big Skyfire. I want him hard and to plunge deep into my abyss and make me scream like a little school femme and-"
"Oh, Primus, stop." He slapped a servo over my mouth to silence me. "Sweetie, I want to have interface with you, too, but you need to not be vulgar about it when asking. Alright?"
"Frag me in the aft." I wickedly beamed.
He vented a sigh as he rolled his optics. "Not here, my love. At my apartment."
"Break in your new berth?"
He smiled. "Yes, it certainly needs to be broken in as I make love to my beautiful, perfect, amazing Star."
"Save the flattery for when you're making me scream and beg."
"As you wish." He then kissed me on the lip plates. "Mmm, you're my everything." He placed his servos on my hips, I could tell he was getting an erection. His optics falling onto my voluptuous frame, biting his lower lip plate, and I felt his digits tightening.
I loved it.
"I want you to chain me. Make me vulnerable. Remind me why I love and trust you with all my spark." I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my brow against his, my wings fluttering. "Call me nasty things. Beat my aft and make me cry. Then tear me apart." I snarled the last part.
"I'm not hurting you."
"Yes, you are. Or else I hurt your most valuable asset."
"You won't because you need that more than I do."
"Ha! I can weld it back on if I ever require its services. Or weld it onto someone else. You're optional."
"Mhmm." He kissed me again. "I feel like our foreplay is just this superficial chatter. Your empty threats and me trying not to pin you against the floor right now and be in you where I belong."
"You do belong in me. Always."
"I know how you work. Get me so hard with this talk that I actually do end up doing things to you I normally wouldn't." He vented a sigh. "You have anything for me to chain you with?"
I smirked. "Yeah, I snuck a few things. And a gag. I want to be crying. If you penetrate me and I'm not in tears I will bite you on the face again."
"Fine, I can ensure you're in an unstable emotional state when I frag you."
I giggled, fluttering my wings. "Let's get going then."
"Let me apprise Ratchet."
"Lucky booty slap!"
He gave my aft a firm slap before kissing me. "Thank you for the luck. Let go, I gotta find Ratchet to ask to leave."
"You can leave."
We quickly turned to see Ratchet standing there, not looking amused at all. No, he was quite irate.
Skyfire's optics widened in embarrassment and slight horror. "Oh, Ratchet! Um… H-how much did you hear?"
"Far too much." Ratchet said it as if he knew he had lost vorns off his life. "Just go and do… Slag I don't want to know about."
Skyfire swallowed, then picked me up as he stood. "Sorry, Ratchet. Thank you. S-see you tomorrow." He began to walk away.
"Woot! I'm going to be pounded into the next vorn!" I proclaimed with much exuberance, much to the chagrin of the fat shuttle.
Skyfire quickly walked out of the clinic, tossed me, then transformed. I transformed while still in the air, and we both took off. We arrived at his apartment shortly, and entered.
"Quaint." I glanced around, servos on my hips. "Definitely needs me chained to the wall and you beating my aft right in that corner."
"You're ridiculous."
"I want kinky interface!" I spun around. "And no glitching from you! You are my master and I'm your slave. We have three joors before Thundercracker is expecting to hear back from me. So let's get kin-kay!"
"Vector Sigma…"
"Look, Sky, look," I unsubspaced my arsenal and gifts. "I took from Skywarp's stash. Okay, chains, manacles, a gag, paddles, switches, cable, tawse, blindfold, collar, more chains, long crop, vibrator, dildos of varying sizes, and a bondage bench." I laid them all down, placing the folded bondage bench on the floor.
"Oh… Um… You really are in a mood, aren't you?" Skyfire said a little awkwardly.
He hadn't done too much kinky stuff at this point in our relationship due to the circumstances we lived in. While we were at academy it was just plain fragging and making love. Nothing kinky at all minus the groping and Skyfire playing with my body with his servos. And then while he lived at my palace we had managed to do some light bondage and some aft beating, but again, we couldn't do much for people always were around.
But now, we were alone at his apartment, no one who knew us was around, and we would be left alone for joors. Now, finally, we could go all out and I was beyond thrilled.
"I want to have fuuuuunnnn!" I skipped over and hugged him. "Make me your slave, master. You won't break me. I promise."
"This just feels…"
"No, no, don't think about what other people would think or the pain I'll feel. Think about what will please little Skyfire the most." I patted his codpiece. "I know you want to get back at me for all the times I've bitten, kicked, punched, insulted, and clawed you. And for when I spiked your energon and made you go crazy and trashed the place."
He narrowed his optics. "There are a lot of things to get back at you for, isn't there?"
"Yus!" I sweetly smiled up at him.
"But I don't want to hurt you… I saved you from an abuser, I don't-"
"Nah uh! This isn't abuse because I want this, Sky. We have a safe word, I say it you stop. Only if I say it does it means it became abusive. Otherwise, it's fun and I enjoy it. Please, Skyfire? For you silly Seeker?" I batted my optics at him as I pleadingly smiled.
He vented a sigh. "Alright, fine, but I'll be awkward…"
"Until you get the hang of it. Just think about how much I need to be punished for pissing you off, and see me as your property. 'Kay?"
"Fine…"
"Yays! Okay, come here!" I grabbed his servo and pulled him over to the couch. I made him sit down, then grabbed the manacles and collar. "Here, put these on me."
He was so sheepish as he took them and fumbled to get the collar fastened around my neck. He did make it tight, and I kissed him on the lip plates to calm him down. I held out my servos and he carefully put the manacles on, earning another kiss from me. I grabbed the paddle, handed it to him, then lied across his lap, making sure my aft was in the proper position.
He rubbed a servo over my rear, having done this part before. "You comfortable?"
"Yes, sir." I answered, staring at the floor ahead of me, my arms hanging down, gripping his ankle.
He rubbed over my aft a little firmer, and I heard his cooling fans kicking on. He gave my aft a few pats, then a few harder ones before rubbing in a circular motion over my rear. Then several more hard smacks. I bit my lip plate, knowing he was preparing me for the real beating. Unlike my brute of trinemates, Skyfire ensured my body wouldn't go into any shock or panic. He eased me into my punishment which is what you're supposed to do. Something Thundercracker only ever does when he believes I've been good enough for that blessing.
Each strike was a little harder than the last, and after every five or so he rubbed over my aft. He got to the point he was smacking my rear end rather hard with his servo, eliciting whimpers from me. He rubbed my aft, then my wings, sending electrical shocks of pleasure into them.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yes, sir. I am yours." I answered as a slave should.
"I love you."
"I love you."
"Tell me if I need to stop or slow down."
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, beautiful. I'm going to give you a few swats with the paddle. Can you look ahead for me? Don't move or kick."
"Yes, sir." I said, a little annoyed of how sweet he was about it, but I guess this slave had an easy going, loving master instead of a firm, evil one. I could live in that fantasy world.
He picked up the paddle, gave me a couple of light smacks with it to prepare me, than gave me a very hard one, causing me to yelp.
"You okay?" He inquired, rubbing my aft.
"Yes, sir." I answered, looking ahead, not moving.
"Can you count for me?" He stroked a wing.
"Yes, sir."
"Count to twenty, don't miss one. I'm not going to slow down for you."
"Yes, sir."
"Don't move."
"Yes, sir."
"Ready?"
"Yes, sir."
He gave me a hard smack with the paddle. I gasped, but remained still. A paddle was nothing compared to the beatings Thundercracker gave me.
"One, sir. Ah… Two, sir. Ow… Three, sir." And I counted each strike, not moving, looking ahead, and not screaming. Not yet. "Twenty, sir."
He set down the paddle, then rubbed over my aft to calm me down. "Good, Seeker. Open your codpiece." I did so, and he rubbed over my valve with two digits. "Who do you love?"
I smiled. "I love you."
"Do you deserve to be punished?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
I was about to answer with something innocent, but decided Skyfire was being too nice on me, so I said this, "Because I fragged your carrier in both holes!"
His optics narrowed. "Seriously? You seriously asking for this?"
"Your carrier didn't get to ask, but your sire did." I snickered.
"Alright, fine, we'll play it your way." He reach over and grabbed the energy tawse. "Don't move. We're going to be here for a while."
"I was in your carrier for a while as he screamed for me to-OW!" I jumped when he gave me a hard lash, his other servo holding me down.
"I said not to move, didn't I?" Skyfire snapped.
"Yes, sir."
"Now I have to start all over. Hold. Still." He ground out with clenched jaws.
"I started all over on your carrier's faceplates. Ouch! Ow! Ow! Ah! I'm not sorry! Ow! Nrrrgh!"
I held still, but I wasn't silent about it. He "restarted" several times to ensure I got about sixty before lifting me up and kissing me on the lip plates.
"I love you. Is it sore enough?"
"No. I'm not crying." I glared at him.
"Hmm." He tugged my collar. "You're my slave, correct?"
"Affirmative."
"Set up the bondage bench."
I got off his lap to do so. It was a little tricky to set it up with the manacles on, but I managed it. I put it away from the couch so he would have plenty of room to do whatever he wanted with my vulnerable body.
"Select what I am going to use on you next." He commanded.
I grabbed the cable and gave it to him, flicking my wings.
"Lie on it."
"Yes, sir." I turned and got onto the bondage bench, which for those unfamiliar, is comprised of four legs that hold up a narrow board. The submissive lies on this board, rest their knees on a support, and straps on the bondage bench hold down the waist and legs of the submissive. It has these two arms on either side than can be folded out or downwards. The submissive's wrists are then tied, keeping them stretched to these arms, making the person immobile as their aft and backside is exposed for anything to happen to them.
Skyfire strapped me down, very tightly, and patted my aft. He isn't evil so didn't double the cable over, rather using the end of it like a whip and lashing my aft quite hard. I cried out, unable to move, not loving it at this moment, but knowing I would so love it when he finally plunged himself deep inside of my wet valve. Which, I was becoming quite wet at this point.
He gave me quite a few hard lashes, about fifty, before I think he couldn't contain himself anymore. He untied me, spun me around, captured my lip plates in a searing kiss, then pushed me onto the couch. I barely had time to prepare before he was inside of me, his spike as hard as ever, an arm around my waist, and humping me like mad.
I gasped and loudly moaned, wings fluttering, loving this. Loving my best friends and lover losing himself to his primal instincts and having at his Seeker with only lust and the need to claim me. When I broke my polite Skyfire like this I was always beyond thrilled. My perfect Skyfire unleashing his inner, savage beast.
I gripped the couch, on all fours, backstrut arched, mouth hanging open as I panted and gasped, and he thrust brutally into me. It was as if he had suddenly become possessed. But then again, it had been some time since he was last inside of me, and I don't believe he ever self serviced. Too pure for that.
He bit my shoulder, flicked his wings, then bit my nape. I whimpered, pushing back into him, the burning pain in my aft mixed with the ravaging of my valve made me all sorts of wild. I found myself screaming from pleasure, never wanting this to end.
But, alas, he eventually climaxed with a loud yelp, exploding into me like a cannon. I panted, not having finished myself, but he was a gentlemech and I knew he would ensure I got several overloads in.
"I love you." He finally said after a moment, panting in my audio receptor.
I smiled, looking back at him. "I felt it."
He sheepishly smiled, kissing me over my shoulder. "Sorry about that."
"No, no, that's precisely how I want it. You becoming a turbofox and mounting me like the glitch I am."
He kissed me again, too embarrassed to comment on that. "You're so beautiful, Starscream. I want to do this with you every night, morning, all the time. I love being in you."
"And I love you being in me. You're my perfect fit."
"Let's just run away and join. I want you forever. I need you, Starscream."
I fluttered my wings. "Maybe, it's time we talk to my trinemates about us. I want to be joined to you, and to make sparklings with you, and frag every orbital cycle in public without fear."
He pulled out of me, flipped me over, then kissed me on the lip plates, mouthing me for almost a klik, his glossa invading my mouth. I fluttered my wings, optics offline, purring my engine.
"Yes, we need to." He paused as he studied my faceplates. I'm not sure what he was looking for, but he soon smiled, his wings fluttering. "You're so beautiful. I just can't believe how gorgeous you are. Every time I look at you I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. But, how could I ever dream about someone as drop dead beautiful, majestic, and perfect like you? So, you have to be real."
I smiled sheepishly. "Stop it."
"Never." He kissed me again. "My Starscream. All of this," He gestured to my body. "Is mine."
"And this is mine!" I grasped his partly erected spike and gave it a hard squeeze.
"And you'll get it in you again if you lean over the back of the couch and let me give you another aft beating."
"And after this aft beating? Just in my valve again?"
"Yes, and then I'll beat your aft again and you'll get my spike again."
"How about, you beat me over the couch, frag me, then I tell you how you're beat me for the next round."
"Fine." He kissed me. "Lean over the couch."
I pushed him back, got up, and did as commanded. I leaned over the back of the couch, making sure my aft was exposed. He picked up the long crop, which basically is a whip that's a long stick, and walked around.
"Look away, don't move." He ordered me.
I yelped when the first lash struck across my already sore aft, and many more followed, even striking my thighs. I counted thirty before he ordered me to lie over the arm of the couch, and resumed the lashes, even more painful now because he was bringing his arm in a downward motion rather than sideways. It was about thirty more lashes before he then ordered me back onto the couch, my face in the couch and my aft in the air. I had to keep it like that as he resumed with the cable, then the crop, then the tawse, and finally his servo. My aft was absolutely burning, but I wasn't quite a sobbing mess yet. I was crying some, but not enough.
"You need to cry, Starscream." He said as he rubbed over my already dented aft. "Do I have to really hit you?"
"Just frag me again." I flicked my wings.
He obliged, yanking me off the couch, taking me to the berth, and dropping me on it. I didn't get a chance to recover before I found myself on my back, his spike deep inside of me, and him fiercely kissing me just before fragging me hard. It was seriously the best frag ever. The pain, how hard and fast his thrusts were, how he held me and kissed me. Soon both our chestplates were open, our very beings connecting to each other, and I felt all that he was, and it was glorious. His love for me, how much he truly cared, and his raw concupiscence for me overpowering all other emotions and feelings. Everything was about me, being with me, being inside of me, doing things to my body, and making me his. Words can't begin to describe how addicted he was to my body and to me. He needed me, needed inside of me, needed to be touching and doing things to me as if I was a drug, the only thing keeping him alive, all his needs and desired compiled into my frame, and he could never release his grasp from it.
I was everything he ever needed, wanted, desired, thirsted, craved. And in these moments, these passion fueled episodes where he couldn't even work his processor straight, I was all he thought, felt, wanted, lusted for.
And I knew, he loved me as much as my trinemates did, maybe more, and we needed to be together. We were meant to be, and nothing would ever tear us apart. And we were destined to always be a couple with sparklings, mad love making, and inseparable for all eternity.
If only.
"Nrrraaah!" He exclaimed as he climaxed, sending me over the edge with him, our sparks bonding brutally.
"Nrrrrr!" I growled, writhing beneath him as the excess energy coursed through my body and into the berth. "Slag… That was incredible." I panted, looking up at him.
"We're not done yet." He beamed widely, his libido now in full control. "I'm going to be doing things to you until you must leave." He kissed me on the lip plates. "I love you."
I chuckled. "Love you, too, big guy. I'm yours tonight. Do whatever you please and don't you dare hesitate."
He kissed me. "What did you want to do next?"
"Go get the tawse."
He hesitated before pulling out, and went to get it. He shortly returned with all the supplies and dumped them onto the berth.
"Sit down." I commanded.
He did so, and I handed him the tawse.
"Keep your slave in line." I kissed him, then turned to my real love.
Skyfire moaned as I took his entire spike into my mouth, then began to work my magic on him. His left servo patted the top of my helm, as his right gave my aft an occasional lash as I lied on the berth beside him.
We did so many things that night. He soon did have my crying with a brutal beating as I was tied to the berth post, and then kept fragging me. And I kept taking his spike and having my own fun with it. Even made him explode onto my faceplates.
It was one of the best nights of my life, and I am glad I had this night with him, for it would be our last. But I will never forget it and the immense love and passion he had for me. It was this night that just showed me everything about him, and made what would happen later so shocking.
Several Orbital Cycles Later:
"Madam Phrynaira, a pleasure to see you." I smiled, my trinemates in formation behind me.
"Lovely to see you as well, Starscream. How may I pleasure you?" She grinned, pointing her crop around, looking like a dominatrix. Which, she was.
"I heard whispers on the wind that Zeta Prime visited your fine establishment recently. I wish to speak to the whore who saw to his physical requirements."
"Yes, he came and used my best whore, Amethyst. She is this way."
I followed the madam to one of the berthrooms that housed a red femme, beyond stunning, and clearly not new to this life of debauchery and servitude.
"Amethyst, lord Starscream wishes to speak to you." Madam Phrynaira announced.
Amethyst looked up from where she sat on the berth, resting before her next client. She smiled, her blue optics glowing brightly.
"And how may I serve my lord?" She asked.
"I have questions about one of your clients, Zeta Prime."
"Yes, what about him?" She paused. "I'm not allowed to discuss sizes."
I chuckled. "No, my dear, much deeper than that." I paused. "That was an innuendo accidentally made. Ahem, Madam Phrynaira, I should like to speak to Amethyst alone. Take my trinemates and let them do a bit of window shopping."
"Ew." Thundercracker grunted.
Phrynaira raised an optical ridge. "You pay if you touch her." She then turned and walked out, my trinemates following.
I closed the door, then sat down beside the femme, only afterwards thinking about all the cum that must be all over that berth… And floors… And walls… Gah, I swear it was in the air and therefore in my mouth!
"What do you wish to know, sir?" Amethyst asked.
"Anything he said about the Decepticons, plans of his, what he eats in the morning, everything."
"Why do you wish to know?"
"It's to save lives."
"He tells me the same thing."
I paused, then unsubspaced a bag of Shanix. "Tell me and you get this."
She smiled, plucking the Shanix from my servo. "He's preparing for war. He has some group… Autobots or whatever, and is recruiting for them. He sees the Decepticons as a terrorist organization and wants to put them all in the Institution and shadowplay them."
"What does he say abut Megatron?"
"He wants to kill him."
"Anything about a Starscream?"
"No, he doesn't say too many designations. He is going to shut down places that gather crowds to protect them from Decepticon bombings. But he talks a lot about building this Autobot army and killing Decepticons."
"Does he say anything about the energy crisis?"
"No, just about cracking down on Decepticons and arresting them all."
"What about-"
I leaped to my peds and unsubspaced a sword when I heard the door opening. I was on edge in this place, and being trained as a warrior with many enemies such reactions were instinctual.
My optics widened when I saw who was there in the doorway for his nightly pleasure.
"Delegate Starscream?" He said after a pause, needing to recollect my designation. "I'm surprised to see you here."
"As am I at seeing you, Zeta Prime." I subspaced my sword, relaxing my frame, trying to not look scared. "I did not think that a mighty Prime such as yourself would require the humble servitude of whores in their less than sanitary dwellings. I imagined the femmes and mechs must crowd outside your home with their valve wet, begging for you to fill them with their lustful desires."
He liked that, for he smirked, not wearing his helmet allowing me to see his hideous mug. "I do receive quite a few, but I do prefer some privacy when I am able to get away from the cameras and Senators. I thought you were mated? Oh, right, Seeker. You creatures are interface crazed and frag everything that moves, even corpses that have ceased moving."
I bit my glossa at what I wanted to say, and forced myself to say something with less foul language. "That's not true. Seekers are bound to their mates for life, but we do allow ourselves some adventure so long as the entire trine agrees. And my mates and I thought we should indulge on all that Iacon has to offer, including the bordellos. Three young mechs on the town, having our fun now since the creations are moved out."
"Mated and with creations, and yet you still seek out whores. You beasts really are… Something."
I flicked my wings, but kept my smirk. "I clearly do not belong in your presence, my lord. Being lesser and all. I shall take my leave and let you enjoy the wonders of this femme's metal."
I started to walk for the door, but he spoke. "You do not appear to have even partook of it yourself, Seeker."
I looked up at him. "There are other whores."
"Ah, yes, but this one is the best, and it would be a shame if you didn't use her. Looks like you even paid her."
I glanced back, Amethyst still holding her bag of Shanix where all could easily see. I turned back to the Prime, knowing he was suspicious of me. "I have more Shanix. I will simply pay anoth-"
"No, use this whore. Make use of her since you already paid and clearly singled her out from all the other whores."
I glared at him, that comment confirming he suspected me heavily and might of guessed why I truly was here. And I couldn't let him know. It could ruin so much, especially if he found out I was very involved with Megatron - in Decepticon matters, not the other, yet - and decided to arrest me. I could not take that risk. I had to play this game to win. I had to do things I didn't like to ensure I made it out alive and on top. And this would be the theme of my life for thousands of vorns.
I smiled. "If you insist, Zeta Prime. I'll let you leave first before I-"
"I thought Seekers liked a captive audience around them when they fragged?"
Holy slag, he's this invested. I had to shutter my optics a couple of times. "Audience? Ah, you're into voyeurism. I'm more comfortable when I'm with my mates, actually, so when with a whore I prefer-"
"Why are you actually here?" He suddenly barked, leering over me, his blue optics piercing into me.
"To frag this whore, clearly!"
"Then do it!"
I swallowed, glaring back at that ugly orange face before slowly turning around and approaching the berth. I felt my spark dropping, suddenly scared. I mean, it's just interface. I've interfaced a million times before, but it was always with my trinemates, and Skyfire, and… Brakelight…
But this would not be anyone penetrating me! No, I had control. I would be in this femme, I would control it all, and after a quick frag I can run out and find my mates. But… This would be cheating on them… Would it? In a survival situation? This was a survival situation! I had to survive!
I got onto the berth, then looked at Amethyst who had her fake smile on, the one she had to wear to please her clients. I swallowed, then gently made her lie down on her back. I suddenly did not want to see her face, feeling like that would be far too awkward, so I then made her flip over.
Zeta Prime crossed his arms, an optical ridge rising. He must of felt how uncomfortable I was. I didn't look back at him, focusing on the backside of the femme before me. She folded away her codpiece, and I tried not to look down, fearing how it must look. I removed my own codpiece and let my spike out. Stupid thing didn't want to get erect which was embarrassing on its own, but I needed it to cooperate with me!
I reached down and stroke it hard, trying to get him to work with me, but he was not thrilled about being shoved in a hooker. I mean… the ITVs she might have had… I squeezed and sent some electrical shocks, which he did begin to harden, but still not looking forward to this.
Amethyst saw me struggling and simply reached back, took my spike in her servo, and stroked it, rubbed the tip of it, and sent electrical shots into it. She traced around the base of it, and very quickly had it hard, somehow knowing how to speak to it in a language I still hadn't learned.
I swallowed, now hard, starting to feel a little turned on, but still nervous. I directed my spike, and slowly entered her, listening to her softly moan. I pushed her helm down, keeping her aft up as I stayed on my knees, then thrust into her. I don't think either of us were getting anymore than the basic pleasure, the automatic reaction of our bodies when in this situation.
Which, meant I would be fragging her a while to get myself to overload. And I felt his optics on me, judging me, knowing I was full of slag. I needed to step up my game if I was going to win and get him off my back. Because no grounder would ever ride me! Well… Minus the one who would ride me a lot, but that's later in the story…
I wrapped my arms around her waist, made her get on all fours, flared my wings, offlined my optics, imagined Skywarp, then I bit.
She cried out, gasping loudly as she clawed at the berth top, not expecting nor ever experiencing pain like that. My sharp denta easily tore into her thin plating, not being as resilient as the plating of a warrior, nor a fat shuttle. It was like biting into the sheet metal I would consume when carrying. And with how sharp my denta were, and the jaw strength Seekers possessed, I tore right through and very quickly tasted energon. It was sweet. It filled my mouth, I tasted it over my glossa, and licked it up as I heard her crying. She was struggling, I am not sure to remove me or to simply stop the biting, but something changed in me. The energon… It made me react in a way I had not become accustomed to yet, and therefore didn't know how to contain it. I guess Seekers do have some innate programming that makes us lose ourselves when in a battle situation, and it can be triggered by the fresh energon and struggling body of a femme beneath us.
I flared my wings, flicking them with stimulation as I thrust harder into her, my claws tearing deep into her waist, yanking her closer to me. She screamed when I bit her again, this time on the shoulder, and I felt the metal crumbling, tearing, energon… She pushed back against me, and I lusted. I pinned her down, hissing, her energon splattering from my mouth onto her horrified visage. She shrieked in absolute horror, never having witnessed anything like an aggressive Seeker before. She pushed back at my chest with a servo, and I grasped it, twisted her arm, slammed her helm into the table, and continued raping her.
"HELP ME! GET HIM OFF ME!" I heard her screaming, begging as she bawled, coolant pouring from her optics.
I'm not sure why Zeta didn't react. I feel like he must have been thinking this was just evidence that Seekers are savage beasts who thrive off energon lust and death and violence. Rapists, killers, and monsters.
I don't know how long I was in this poor femme before I was grasped by a wing and yanked off hard. I was thrown into a wall, and that only made me want to fight back. And as I leaped up ready to attack and kill I saw Zeta Prime standing before me, intimidating, unmoving, and armed.
I snapped back to reality, my wings lowering, suddenly feeling shocked and upset at myself for what I had done. Amethyst was on the berth crying, trembling, a servo around her neck, trying to rub away the feeling of me strangling her.
"I-I'm sorry, I-I don't know w-what took o-over-"
"Get out, beast." The Prime snarled, and I didn't even dare look at him.
I hastily retreated out of the berthroom and closed the door, I was trembling, seeing her energon on my servos. I folded my codpiece back over, and quickly walked down the hallway, looking for my mates.
"Starscream?"
I turned and saw my mates sitting on a couch, several whores around them. Thundercracker seemed annoyed, while Skywarp looked all too pleased. I quickly approached.
"Let's go."
"Why are you covered in energon?" Thundercracker asked as he stood.
"I… Zeta Prime is here. He went to frag that whore and caught me with her. I didn't want him to know why I really am here so I… I fragged her and… I don't know… I bit her and she leaked and then I lost control and… I want to go. I-I need to rid myself of the filth of this place. I-I didn't want t-to frag her I-I swear!" I started to cry, suddenly scared that my trinemates would hate me for what I did.
Thundercracker took my servo and pulled me with him, taking his trinemates out of the brothel and outside. He walked a ways before stopping and hugging me. I cried into his chassis, suddenly realizing how scared I was. I just faced the Prime and hurt an innocent femme!
"Calm down. I'm not mad. Calm down." He soothed me, stroking my backplates. "We're going to go back, clean you up, and then you're going to rest. Don't tremble. I have you. What have I always told you? When you're in my arms nothing will ever hurt you. You're safe with me."
I nodded, trying to calm myself, wiping away at the coolant. Skywarp stood by, wings low, Not sure what to say to me.
"Teleport us."
Skywarp did as Thundercracker ordered, and soon we were in our temporary dwelling. They took me into the shower and began to clean me, and I allowed myself to cry, needing to cycle through these emotions, and process what had just happened.
"One of our own was killed while in Autobot custody." Soundwave intoned as I sat at a table with my trinemates, trying to eat my morning energon.
"Who?"
"Hefter. He was arrested for graffiti-ing Decepticon symbols and words, but the police who arrested him, the Autobots, killed him. Several riots are currently ongoing due to this."
"Hmm, and not for all the unlawful arrests in the last couple of orns…" I took a bite out of my cube. "What is the big idiot saying about this?"
"Zeta Prime has appeared on the news to broadcast that Hefter's death was an accident, but no one believes him."
"Obviously." I grunted with a full mouth.
"That hero cop, Orion Pax, has also been speaking about the incident."
"Screw him." I shoved more energon into my mouth.
"I worry about arising conflict."
"I'm beginning to accept the fact that war is coming. Everything is just… Ridiculous." I said with my cheekplates stuffed, never ceasing my eating.
"The Decepticon way is of peace, not war."
"I concur, but if these Autobots, the Senate, and Functionists want a damn war, it's fragging happening, Soundwave. And we need to be prepared. Upon my return to Vos I'm preparing for war. I can't take any chances."
Soundwave was silent, thinking. I watched him a moment as I shoved more energon sticks into my mouth.
"Eat. You won't do much good without fuel." I shoved a plate of small cubes towards him.
He looked up at me, vented a sigh, then folded away his mask. He grabbed a cube and began to slowly chew.
"It's good." He said after swallowing.
"High grade energon. Better than what you lived off of when on the street."
"Anything is better than that."
"I imagine."
Soundwave opened his chest compartment and his cassettes all piled out, transforming and staying close to their host. Soundwave handed the twins a cube each, Ravage selected one himself, and the birds patiently waited for Soundwave to crush a cube for them. He held the crumbled pieces in a palm as the birds pecked at it, all his cassettes happily refueling by him. Ratbat eventually crawled out, glancing glares at everyone before grabbing his own cube, then crawling back inside. The chest compartment slammed shut, and the echoing of a small being munching inside sounded.
The twins sat on Soundwave's lap with their cubes, allowing Soundwave to pat their helms. He was already growing fond of these two, and they clearly were growing closer to him.
"How is the Senator?" I inquired, allowing Skywarp to take some of my energon goodies from my plate.
"Agitated."
"At least he can thank you for not killing him."
"I think he would of preferred death over being what he is now."
I grinned. "Good."
It had been several orbital cycles since I hurt that prostitute, Amethyst, but I couldn't stop thinking about how I lost control of myself and… Did that to her. What had possessed me to do that, and would it happen again?
I was so confused and upset over these emotions and thoughts that I turned to the wisest, most powerful, and my greatest inspiration: My carrier. She knew everything. Absolutely everything! Well, at least she said she always did. I decided it was time to talk to my very first best friend.
"Hey, my sparkling!" Carrier greeted with a smile as she appeared on the vidscreen.
"Hey, carrier." I smiled, sitting in my room, my trinemates out for a flight as I had ordered them to leave me be. "How are you?"
"I'm doing alright, doll face. Been hanging out with Ricochet and Deluge, and your sister Streamline is visiting with her trinemates. What about you, darling? How is my little Star fairing?"
"Physically, I am well. But, emotionally…" I vented a sigh. "There's something I wish to discuss with you."
"Yes? What is it, sweetie?"
"So… Um…" I rubbed over my faceplates. "Just listen first before passing judgment." She perked her wings, but remained silent, so I continued. "So… I-I've been helping with the Decepticon cause of bringing equality to all of us… So we can live a decent life. And one thing we need to do to bring about this equality is to understand what the Senate and Prime are planning. So we need to spy. And one method of spying is to use prostitutes to tell us everything their clients say during interface. And I have been going to a brothel to speak to the prostitutes there. And there was this one, Amethyst, and she is a favorite of Zeta Prime. He apparently uses her exceedingly often because she's really good. So, the other orbital cycle, a few orbital cycles ago, I went to speak to her and learn what she knows. And while I was talking to her Zeta Prime walked into the room. And… Well… I think he might of suspected what I was actually up to so I had to… I had to play along. I… I claimed I was there for her services and he didn't believe me so I… I had to interface her while he watched."
"Do you feel like you have committed infidelity?" Carrier asked gently.
"No, I-I told my trinemates, they forgave me, and they reclaimed me shortly afterwards. But… While I was interfacing her I… wanted to make it look genuine so I pretended she was Skywarp and bit her… And I made her leak. And then I… I lost control. I don't know what came over me but I could no longer control myself. And I… I got very rough and kept biting her… And she was screaming… She was crying and begging me to stop, but I couldn't. I no longer had control of myself." I swallowed, looking down at my servos. "I really hurt her, carrier. She was terrified. A-and if Zeta Prime hadn't removed me when he did…" I bit my lip plate. "I don't know what happened… And I'm scared now. What if I lose control again? And I don't understand… Why I did it. What possessed me? What forced me to… Hurt some hooker like that. I'm scared."
"Oh, sparkling, I'm so sorry that happened. Look at carrier."
I did so, suddenly feeling overly emotional. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I was feeling remorse over hurting that femme, or maybe because I was scared of what was happening to me.
"Don't cry, my love." Carrier soothed with that loving vocalizer of hers. "I'm not sure what happened that you lost control. I wish I was a scientist like you and could solve that, but I am not. But I do know that you feel bad about hurting that femme, and you're not a bad person. You're my beautiful, little mechling with a kind spark."
"What should I do?"
"You need to go apologize to her, sweetie. You hurt her and you need to make amends. Give her a gift, tell her how you feel, and let her decide if she accepts it or not. But you'll stay feeling guilty unless you try to makeup for it."
"But what about me losing control of myself?"
"I… Don't know about that. Maybe… When you return home we can find a professional and talk to them about that. Sound good?" She smiled, that perfect, loving smile.
I nodded. "Yeah… Okay… I-I'll apologize and… We can find someone for me to talk to about the other thing."
"Sounds good. Is there something else you want to talk about?"
I was silent a moment before speaking, although a little hesitantly. "Carrier…"
"Yes, dear?"
"That femme… She…" I bit my lip plate, thinking for a moment. "You once told me that I need to know how to use my body to control my trineleader and use their lust to my advantage. And how to play with their body's needs."
"Yes, your body is your greatest weapon. We must use our bodies to get what we need for survival and power. And seduction is the greatest gift we have. It is more powerful than being able to fight, because many enemies will fall simply if you play them right."
"That femme knew how to… Play me."
"I imagine she knows how to play any mech. It's her job."
"You think… It would be worth… Learning from her?"
Carrier exhaled heavily. "I do. I don't like what's going on in the news and I am fearful of these people you're interacting with now. And... This war that's looming over us. I think we all need to have our weapons ready to fight."
"And my body is a weapon."
"It is. Prepare it for battle."
I felt like things must be really changing if carrier was telling her own son to prepare for interface and seduction with the enemy if need be. "Carrier…"
"Yes, my sparkling?"
"I'm scared. I-I don't think I can lead the Seekers if a war does break out. I-I mean what would I do? I-I am still trying to figure out how to lead my own trine, a-and now I have to rule a city a-and if a war breaks out. Primus, why have I been so emotional lately? I'm sorry." I wiped at my optics, suddenly overcome with the need to cry. "I don't want to be in a war but everyone says one's coming and I don't want anyone getting hurt. I don't want to lose anyone. I can't lose anyone. I-I don't know what I'd do i-if I lost one of my creations o-or trinemates, or if I-I lost you. I-I-"
"Shhh, sweetie, calm down. I know you're scared. You have so much on your shoulders and it all came so abruptly, so quickly and none of us even imagined this would occur. You being Alpha and a war coming. It's a lot and you have every right to be emotional. But know that no matter what happens you have your family and friends to support and guide you. You will always have me. I'll help you, sweetspark. Nothing is going to happen to me. I'm well protected and who would want to hurt some Seeker femme who had eight creations and now spends her time watching soap operas. No one will harm me, and so long as I'm around you'll be just fine. You'll always be my little Star who I love and nothing will change that."
"You sure? I just… I mean people have already died and I'm just scared."
"Starscream, your carrier will be fine. And so long as I'm fine so will you. I promise."
"If I were ever to lose you… I don't know what I'd do… I'd destroy everyone… The entire planet if I lost you." I swallowed.
"But that won't happen. Don't stress yourself on the 'what ifs,' focus on the things you can do right now, and make plans, but don't think about bad things that won't happen. Alright?"
"Alright." I nodded.
"I love you, my little prince."
"Love you, too, carrier."
"Now, my sweet Star, we need to talk about that handsome mech on my show."
I faintly smiled. "The one you're joining?"
"Of course! When are you joining your celebrity crush?"
"Conjunx ceremony is already being made. I join next orn." I fluttered my wings.
"Do the trinemates know?"
"Of course. Thunder always tells me and Skywarp to turn off the TV when Interface and the City comes on because he's so jealous. Not my fault they put hot actors on TV."
"I know! I can't help myself either."
"Oh my goodness, carrier, I just remembered, there's a massive sale happening that we have to go to! Like, okay, when I get back we are having a date."
"Oh, love my dates with my son! Shopping!"
"Yes!" I smiled, feeling much better.
I entered the brothel the next orbital cycle with my trinemates in tow. I passed by the bouncers, making my way to the back room where Amethyst stayed. I was stopped by the madam.
"Where are you going?" She glared at me, pressing her crop against my chestplates to stop me.
"I'm going to apologize to Amethyst for hurting her." I answered, wings hiking, not liking that thing touching me.
"You need to apologize to me. You know how long it takes to train a whore? Let alone have one as skilled as Amethyst? I pay a lot to keep her healthy and you just damaged her."
"I will repay you for any medical bills she required." I replied nonchalantly, trying not to sound as annoyed as I was.
"Five hundred Shanix." She held out her servo.
"Show me the bill."
"You think I'd scam you?"
I only glared, my wings flicking. She glared back before placing her servos on her hips.
"Fine, I'll get the receipt. If you harm her again you won't be welcomed back."
"Understood." I started to pass her when suddenly a couple of young femmes walked by. Young as in they were about twelve stellar cycles old. I paused, watching them, then turned to Madam Phrynaira. "Why are younglings in a place like this?"
"Hmm? Oh, them. Some clients prefer the younger ones." She said it so indifferently.
My optics widened, and I heard my trinemates becoming unsettled. "Pardon?"
"You are excused. Don't hurt my whore." Phrynaira said as she walked away, not pleased with me.
I was dumbfounded, then my optics narrowed. I would need to do something about that. But first, Amethyst.
I went to her door, knocked, then opened it when she called me in. My trinemates stayed outside the room and I closed the door behind me.
"And what does my-" She stopped when she saw me, swallowing as her optics widened anxiously.
I smiled, wings neutral. "Hello, Amethyst. H-how are you?"
She swallowed, then forced herself to softly answer. "I'm fine."
I approached, lowering my wings to show her I meant no harm. "I just wanted to come by and apologize to you for the… passion of my actions. I… Don't know what happened and I lost control of myself. I never intended to bring harm to your being, and it only pains and brings dishonor upon me for having harmed a helpless femme only doing her job. If you should accept my apology, it would honor me greatly." I got down an a knee beside her, holding out a bouquet of crystal flowers I had just bought for her. "Should you accept."
Her optics brightened some, then she smiled. "You got me flowers?"
"Beautiful flowers for a beautiful femme." I smirked, wings fluttering.
She took them, admiring them for a moment before looking at me. "You weren't bad until you went… Psycho."
"Sorry…"
"Thanks for the flowers. And you're really sweet to come apologize to me. I've never had any client give me flowers before nor an apology."
"Well, I'm not a client, am I?" I stood back up and leaned against the desk that she was sitting in front of.
"No, I suppose not."
"Why are you in this profession? Why not… Find something else?"
"It pays well. I don't have skills for much else."
"I'm sure you do."
"Nothing the Functionists would allow me to do."
"Screw them." I flicked my wings. I paused, then spoke in a softer tone. "So… What you did with me… You really know how to work a mech's body."
"I've been working here a long time. They teach you things, and you learn from clients."
"I imagine. So… You ever teach someone your trade secrets?"
"When new whores arrive."
"What about someone who isn't a whore but wishes to learn to… Better please their mates and… Potentially may require these skills for… strategic purposes."
She eyed me. "You want me to teach you?"
"Yes."
"What you want to learn?"
"Everything."
Some Orbital Cycles Later:
"They are catching onto us, Starscream."
"Cool your jets, Horri-bull. The Autobots won't catch on." I replied coolly as I closed a box filled with illegal firearms, the reason I was still in Iacon.
"No, seriously, that hero cop Orion Pax and that guy who helped capture Megatron, Prowl, have been up our tailpipes. They are going to catch us." Needlenose said it urgently. "They are going to figure us out. They've already been in contact with Soundwave."
I raised an optical ridge. "Perhaps… We just need to remove this cop altogether. I mean, they did kill one of our own recently."
"Oh, how would we kill a cop without getting caught? You know what happens to cop killers."
I just gave him an unamused look. "You have no idea who you're talking to." I brushed past him. "These… Autobots, are simpletons. We can remove them and also make it look like they caused their own demise. It won't be difficult."
"Why you think killing them is the best option?"
"How else do you get the police off your aft? You send them a message." I smiled.
"You're an idiot." Soundwave snapped at me as we walked through the abandoned building where my newest off world shipment of weapons were stashed. "Killing the police, especially an officer as well known as Orion Pax will only backfire and get your own aft obliterated."
"My dear Soundwave." I turned to him. "Megatron himself said sometimes force is necessary. And this is only one cop."
"I thought you wanted to keep the peace."
"I do. But I was running the numbers and if this cop keeps going after us… It's not looking good for the Decepticons. He needs to be dealt with and the best possible method is his untimely demise. I have this all covered Soundwave."
"And if any Decepticons got killed in the crossfire?"
"Hey, accidents happen. I shall pray that doesn't occur, but if it does… Megatron would agree that this was right."
Soundwave only glared at me. "Your shuttle friend got one of these." He gestured to the weapons.
"Good. He should be preparing."
"I saw him with Orion Pax."
I froze, quickly turning to him. "Why was he with him?"
"Helping him."
I didn't answer immediately. "I'm sure he was just spying on the enemy. Skyfire is loyal to me."
"What makes you so sure?"
"He's my best friend, firstly, and secondly," I paused. "We recharge together. Often. We plan on joining. He is loyal to me, Soundwave."
He didn't say anything. I pivoted on a thruster heel.
"When that cop comes around… I'll handle him. Fear not."
"Don't screw us over."
"I won't."
The plan was set. I had been here running guns and other arsenal into the city for a few orns now with Soundwave's reluctant help. With other Decepticons such as Horri-bull and Needlenose it was going well, until Orion Pax and Prowl got onto us, especially with the death of Hefter.
But, little did I know at the time that these two Autobots had acquired additional help, and that would put us all at stake, for they had gotten someone I was very close to to help them.
But, I didn't know he was there, and all I knew was that we needed to remove Orion Pax, the hero cop, the one who had imprisoned so many Decepticons, who once spoke out to the Senate, who once… Seemed to like Megatron so long ago. But now.. Everything was changing and I had to change.
So violence was the course I had to take. For my creations, my grandcreations, my people. My people came first. Always.
I found myself on a rooftop in the freezing cold one night, Soundwave beside me. We had mostly been arguing and debating with each other over the Decepticon cause and what it would cost us to see it fulfilled, but little did we realize the drastic changes tonight would cause for not just me, but the universe itself.
Soundwave quickly turned his helm, silent, listening. I perked my wings, watching him.
"Hear them?"
"Yes." He answered me. "The cops are here and-"
We heard the gunshot, my wings perking, turning to look at him. "I know that wasn't one of our guys."
"He's a cop. He wouldn't-"
Another gunshot, then more in rapid fire.
"There's a fight going on." I held up my remote. I looked at him. "For equality." I then pressed the button with my thumb.
Boom.
The building erupted into a fiery plume of smoke and ash, very visible from where we stood several buildings away. The sight… Thrilled me.
"This is not the Decepticon way." Soundwave said it bitterly.
"And you'd know, right?" I turned to him, smirking. "All your powers and abilities, plus you have the audio receptor of Megatron. But, let me tell you, if you think Megs doesn't agree that the ends justify the means, well, you're deceiving yourself, my friend."
He didn't answer me, just glared at me.
"We should get going. Send a report to Megatron about what happened. I don't believe it's safe to continue smuggling weapons into Iacon. We will have to try another city. But at least that cop is gone."
"Small victories."
"Perhaps. But a victory is a victory." I approached him. "We better get out of here. Need a ride?"
"Negative."
"I'll see you later then." I then stepped off the building, transformed, and flew away.
I returned to my trinemates that night, Soundwave went and told a lie to Horri-bull and Needlenose that it was the Autobots who had planted the bomb. That they were trying to pull us apart with mistrust and that we would respond in kind. And we did in the coming stellar cycles.
But, mistrust had also been created in someone else.
A couple of orbital cycles after the explosion and trying to stop the tracking of the gun shipments, Zeta Prime made a move we kind of expected. He extended the Clampdown. He ordered stadiums shut down, a curfew even earlier in the orbital cycle, issued out IDs, and proclaimed the Decepticons a terrorist organization and the greatest threat to Cybertron. I didn't take the closing of certain activities very well…
"What!? They are cancelling shows because they think Decepticons will blow up the sets!" Skywarp exclaimed as he was watching the news.
"What!?" I rushed over, wings hiking. "No! What shows? Any of ours?"
"Interface and the City is no more!"
"Ahhh!" I shrieked. "But I need to see my Conjunx Endura! How will I live without Spindle's sexy visage and bod!?"
"It's too much!"
"We shall die!"
Thundercracker rolled his optics at our ululation over the very fine actor that was Spindle. It's not my fault that a celebrity was beyond sexy and I needed him to frag me in every sense.
"You two are idiots." Thundercracker grumbled, wings flaring.
We didn't respond to him, too busy crying as we hugged each other. Gearshift raised an optical ridge, not understanding us either. But, Skywarp gets me and that's all that matters. I had to call my carrier about this injustice. She also was crying.
I went to visit my beloved for some sexy time, hugs, and just comfort a few orbital cycles later. Soundwave had told me I should speak to him about something he had heard from Horri-bull and Needlenose, but didn't go into anymore detail than that. I figured Skyfire might of figured something to help the Decepticon cause, but even if he hadn't, I just wanted to be with my beloved.
I landed on his balcony, knocked on the door, and waited with a large smile and fluttering wings. The door soon open, and I leaped inside and into the arms of the one I loved beyond words. My engine purring, wings fluttering, and ready to feel him inside of me, loving on me, getting kinky, and being together in every way possible.
I reached up, pulling his helm down and kissing him on the lip plates. He slowly kissed me back, his servos lowering to grasp my aft, but not doing too much to play with me. He usually stroked me all over to savor my frame, but not now. That made me know something was amiss.
I broke the kiss to gaze up into those beautiful, cerulean optics, noticing they were upset and… Sad.
"What's wrong, my love?" I perked my wings, cupping his face.
He exhaled heavily before speaking. "We need to talk."
I swallowed. "Okay… What is there to talk about?"
He took my servo, closed the door, and led me to the berthroom. I sat on the berth, never looking away from him as he sat beside me. He held my servos, looking down at them, my wings lowering, getting scared.
"Skyfire? What's wrong? Are you alright?" I asked anxiously.
He was silent a bit, then quietly spoke. "Starscream… I… Some things happened in the last orn that I'm still processing, but I feel like… I may need to make some decisions. Some… Difficult decisions."
"Like what?"
He chewed on his lower lip plate. "I… Ratchet is friends with that police officer, Orion Pax. I met Orion and… Things just happened. He had me help him try to figure out what the Decepticons were doing and to prove Hefter's innocence. And things just…" He looked at me. "The Decepticons, some of them, were running guns. Illegal weapons. Smuggling them into Iacon and giving them to just about anyone. A-and they made me wear a listening device and… I was told Soundwave was bringing in the guns. Him and those who work with him. And… I-I know that's not the true Decepticon way to use violence but… Soundwave is so close to Megatron. Him and… Others who I know. And… You."
I swallowed hard. "W-what about these weapons? I mean, to be fair, I think in a time where the police are killing innocents we need to protect ourselves."
"I agree we need to protect ourselves, but I…" Coolant pooled in his optics. "I-I killed someone, Starscream. While I-I was pretending to be getting a weapon from Needlenose, Orion and Prowl come out to make arrests and people started shooting, and I reacted. I shot someone who was going to shoot Orion, a-and he-" He swallowed, looking away, trying not to break down. "H-he died. And then everything blew up."
I bit my glossa, optics widening some, not realizing he had been there. "B-blew up?"
"Yes. Everything blew up in an explosion. A-and Prowl invited me back to help and he…. Made me a lab technician in the Iacon Police Department and… I-I had went to go get something to drink when I saw Deluge. Y-you know him. That scientists who also is now a Decepticon that we had some classes with."
"Yes, I remember him. I invited him to the Decepticons."
"Yeah, well, when I was talking to him several Decepticons attacked me. They hurt me and I couldn't even see the next morning. And I'm just now…. I-I know the end goal of the Decepticons is for stopping the Functionists, but now I'm scared about these… The violence. These other people."
"Skyfire, some rust spots don't ruin the entire ship. Every group will have its bad guys, but we're the good guys."
"Orion Pax said the same thing."
I narrowed my optics. "Don't listen to him. He's a grounder. A truck. They get to do anything they desire to do. They don't know what us fliers go through."
"No, but the words are still the same."
"Skyfire, the Decepticons are in it for peace and equality. Sometimes force may be necessary, and sometimes the bad guys get into a movement because they seek out their own gains through it."
"But, Soundwave had the guns… And he had told me he would never use violence. Can we trust him?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Absolutely. I love you."
I paused. "I brought the guns. I have been here in Iacon for so long because of them, not because I've been on a political campaign."
His optics widened. "What? You… But you-" His intakes quickened. "But what about all your talks of peace? What about trying to keep your grandcreations out of a war? What about-" He paused. "Who set the bomb?"
"It doesn't matter-"
"Starscream!" He suddenly barked. "Who. Set. The. Bomb?"
I shrunk back, wings lowering. "I did. I-I was trying to… Remove evidence."
"Slag. You don't remove evidence when strategically blowing it up while the police are there." He paused. "You were trying to kill them."
"Orion Pax is dangerous., Skyfire." I said firmly.
"I killed someone and am freaking out, and you just tried to murder cops and don't give a damn! What is-" He glared at me. "You lying snake." He suddenly snarled venomously. "You were in Kaon, weren't you? Those Seekers were you! You were shooting cops in Kaon alongside Megatron!"
I flicked my wings. "Everything I have done has been for the greater good, Skyfire. The only lives I've taken are the ones that unfortunately had to be eradicated due to the necessity of bringing about a better world. A better world for my grandcreations and Seekers. For us!" I shouted.
"You've murdered? And you're proud about it?!" He bellowed furiously.
I leaped to my peds, wings flaring, fists at my sides. "I have killed before! Why aren't you pissing on me over killing my own sire! I killed my sire for my people! For us!"
He leaped to his own peds, standing over me. "Yeah, you murdered him after he tried murdering you! That's different! BUT YOU KILLED COPS!"
"I KILLED THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US!"
"THEY WOULDN'T HARM US!"
"THEY FOLLOW THE FUNCTIONISTS AND THE SENATE WHO WOULD DISFIGURE AND MIND RAPE US!"
"KILLING IS NOT THE ANSWER! WE CAN DO THIS PEACEFULLY!"
"YOU CAN'T WHEN THE OPPONENT WILL NOT BULGE WITHOUT VIOLENCE!"
"VIOLENCE WILL ONLY BRING ABOUT MORE VIOLENCE!"
"AND I WILL FIGHT UNTIL THAT VIOLENCE IS STOPPED! BECAUSE I WILL NOT BE A VICTIM ANY LONGER!"
"YOU'RE BECOMING THE OPPRESSOR!"
"I AM BECOMING A HERO!"
"MURDERERS ARE NOT HEROES! THEY ARE MONSTERS!"
"Arrrgh!" I lost control of my emotions and lashed out, clawing him on the faceplates, leaving four deep cuts across his cheekplates.
He yelped, then reacted in self defense and shoved me away. And being a big guy it caused little me to go flying back. And that's when I lost control of myself. That… Sensation took over me, and I became someone, something, else. I leaped up, activated my thrusters, let out a Seeker war shriek, denta barred, and tackled him.
I clawed, punched, and bit him, shrieking, splattering mouth lubricants all over his horrified faceplates. I wasn't his silly Seeker in that moment. I was the energon thirsty beast who was about to tear him apart. And he reacted the only way he knew how.
He punched back, filled with terror at what I had become, crying out from each gash from my claws, each bite from my sharp denta, every punch, every kick… We were rolling around, wrestling, him desperate to remove me from his vulnerable frame. But I was too fast, too feisty, and simply insane.
I don't know what this dark entity inside of me was, but it let itself out fully on the one I loved. And I hurt him awfully.
"Ahhh! Starscream! Stop! STOP! STARSCREAM!" He screamed in his panic, trying everything to save himself.
He grasped a chair and smashed it across my helm, but that didn't deter me. I just grew more pissed, more deadly, and lunged at him. I activated my thrusters as I grabbed his arm. swung myself around causing him to lose his balance and fall, then I flew back with everything I had. He cried out, grabbing his arm, knowing what I was doing. He knew Seeker culture. He knew how we fought.
I heard some pistons creaking, metal bending, but he managed to grab a lamp and smash it hard over my faceplates. I released his arm, unable to rip it off, falling down. I quickly got back up, flew with my thrusters, grasped his faceplates, and tore at them. He screamed, grabbing my wrists, pulling them away… And I took much of his faceplates with my clasped claws.
He swung me around and into a wall. He hastily backed up, crying out as energon gushed from his faceplates, mouth, and all the hundreds of tears across his frame.
"Hnnnnnngh!" He cried with his jaws gritted, in intense pain, and starting to panic.
I wasn't over this energon frenzy. I lunged at him again with another shriek, and he managed to punch me before I could bite and claw at him. I tumbled on the ground, got up, wings flicking, snarling.
"Stay back!" He screamed, grabbing a chair to protect himself, only fear in his optics. "PLEASE! Starscream, STOP!" He begged, beginning to cry. "Please… Stop…"
But I didn't. I wasn't myself. I wasn't thinking. And he wasn't Skyfire. I went at him again, he struck me with the chair, I fell, he pounced on me and pinned me down. I kept clawing, snapping, kicking, trying to get to him, the smell of the energon, the sight of it, the… raw rage engulfing my being. I had to rip out his optics and tear off his limbs.
"STOP!" He shouted in my faceplates, a servo grasping my neck, another wrestling with my servos, his knee in my abdomen, and a leg holding down mine. "Stop this!"
I was pinned, and then my warrior training kicked in. I opened a subspace pocket, I reached in, I grasped the first weapon I felt, and I pulled it out.
"AHHHH!"
He jumped off me, stumbled back, then fell on his aft. He scooted himself against a wall, clutching his abdomen with both servos, energon suddenly gushing from his mouth.
The sound of my weapon and his scream "awakened" me. I sat up and looked down, seeing the still smoking gun I held. I looked up, my optics widening. I quickly subspaced the gun and ran over.
"Skyfire! I-I-I-I-I didn't m-mean to-!" I was on my knees beside him. "I need to get you to emergency. We'll just say we were attacked by thugs. Let me see. I-I can stop the leaking if you-"
He shoved me away. I looked up with surprised optics, wings perking, then lowering.
"Skyfire?" I asked softly.
"What are you?" He said it so… Sparkbroken.
I swallowed. "I'm sorry. I-I don't know w-what came o-over me." I moved closer to him again. "L-let me see. I can-"
"Stay away f-from me." He swallowed, in pain, and fear. "D-don't come near me."
Coolant started to pool in my optics. "Skyfire, it's me. You're silly Seeker. I-I'm not going to hurt you."
"YOU JUST SHOT ME!' He suddenly bellowed in such raw fury, his optics filled with an anger I've never seen from him before.
"I-I didn't mean to!" I began to cry, coolant pouring from my optics. "I'm sorry! I-I don't know what happened! Let me take y-you to the doctor, Skyfire. I'm sorry. Please, let me take you to the doctor."
"No, stay away from me. I… You're not you. I-I don't know who or what you are."
"I'm your Starscream. W-we were going to join. Please, Skyfire, l-let me be your Starscream. Let me help you."
"You're not my Starscream. You're something else. Or maybe this was what you really were all along."
"Skyfire… I love you. I'm sorry. I-it won't happen again." I continued crying.
"No, it won't." He growled. "It won't happen ever again because I'm not going to let you near me."
"What?" I felt my spark dropping.
"W-we're through, Starscream. This… We're done."
My optics widened and I felt like I had been the one shot. "Y-you don't mean that. W-we're joining-"
"I'm not joining someone who just tried to kill me!" He shouted.
"I didn't try to kill you!"
"You shot me!"
"I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! P-please, Skyfire! I'm sorry!" I reached over to hug him as I began to bawl, but he only pushed me away.
"Get. Out." He growled, his denta gritted in a snarl.
"P-please, Skyfire. Please, don't push m-me away!" I desperately begged, crying so hard now I was unable to see properly from all the coolant.
"I'm calling an ambulance and the police. You better not be here when they arrive." He said as he unsubspaced a communicator.
"P-please, Skyfire!" I reached over and hugged him, bawling my spark out. "I l-love you! I'm sorry! I-I don't know w-why I did that! I-I'm sorry! PLEASE!"
He ignored me, dialing the number, then holding it up to his audio receptor. He spoke after a bit. "Yes, I need an ambulance at apartment 546 in the Eastern Station Apartment Complex off of Sky Crossing Street. I've been shot and attacked and am heavily leaking." He paused, glaring at me, making sure I noticed. "I need an officer as well. The attacker is still here and I fear he'll try to kill me."
My optics widened, I began to quake, quickly shaking my helm. "N-no, I-I won't-"
"He is armed." He continued speaking to the dispatcher. "Oh, an officer is that close? Good. The sooner they get here the better."
"Skyfire… Please… Don't do this." I begged softly now, clinging to him as if I would die without him.
"I'm Skyfire. I don't know why the assailant attacked me. But I know he better leave before his life goes to hell."
"Skyfire, p-please..!" I hugged him tightly, burrowing my face into his neck, bawling into it. "Please, I-I love you! D-don't do this!"
"You have two kliks." Skyfire said directly to me. "The officer is close."
"I-I can't lose you! P-please!" I was hyperventilating from how hard I was crying, and I saw him swallow. "Help me! Y-you saved me once, p-please, s-save me again!"
"I can't, Star." He said it a little softer. "I don't know who you are anymore. I don't know what you are."
"I'm y-your silly Seeker. I-I'm your best friend."
He didn't speak immediately. "Was. You were those things. You're something else now."
I just bawled louder, clinging to him, getting his energon all over me. I kept blabbering for forgiveness and how much I loved him, and I think he wanted to hold me, kiss me, and tell me he loved me back. But he was scared. And I don't blame him, now looking back at it. I did shoot him. I did become… Something horrible.
I looked up when I heard banging on the door.
"Iacon police!"
I looked at Skyfire, slowly shaking my helm as I loudly sobbed.
"You better go." He said it so softly, not looking at me. "Please… Just go."
I hugged him, crying still, trembling, and… He hugged me back. I heard the door being open. I kissed him on the lip plates, and he barely kissed back.
"I love you." I whispered to him.
He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. I kissed him on the cheekplates, then bolted away when I heard someone approaching from the other room. I flung the balcony door open, leaped over the banister, transformed, and broke the sound barrier. I cried as I fled, my spark torn in half.
Skyfire swallowed, watching me leave. Then, he covered his faceplates and wept.
"Huh, I guess I was wrong. Skywarp isn't bad at cards after all." Gearshift commented as he sat with my trinemates at the table while in the midst of a card game.
Skywarp giggled, all the chips with him, clearly going to be rich by the end of the game.
I palmed open the balcony door, just having landed. Coolant still leaking from my optics, and Skyfire's energon coating my frame.
"Hey, Starscream, wanna-" Thundercracker's optics widened before he leaped out of his chair and rushed over to me. He grabbed my upper arms, looking over me as I began to loudly bawl all over again. "What happened?! Who hurt you?!"
I shook my helm as I reached for a hug, which he freely gave, holding me possessively, protecting me from all who would do me harm, his wings flaring. Skywarp and Gearshift also ran over, hugging me both.
"Starscream, what's wrong?" Gearshift inquired, all his platonic love and worry for me in his vocalizer and optics.
"We have you. You're safe. Tell us who we must kill." Thundercracker said firmly.
"I-I messed up." I choked out between sobs. "I-I hurt h-him!"
"Who did you hurt?" Thundercracker stroked the top of my helm as he held me.
"I-I hurt Skyfire. H-he broke up w-with me. I-I d-didn't mean to h-hurt him! I-I lost control a-and… I-I didn't mean to!" I cried, bawling my spark out, clinging to my Thundercracker with everything I had, wailing my misery into his broad chestplates.
Thundercracker's wings perked as he and Skywarp exchanged glances. "Broke up?"
"H-he's no longer m-my best friend! I-I hurt him!" I screamed.
Thundercracker lowered his wings. "I'm sorry you guys had an argument…"
"No, I hurt him! I-I attacked him and I shot him!" I shrieked, clutching Thundercracker's chassis tightly, hurting him.
"You shot him?" Gearshift gasped. "But you guys were-" He bit his glossa before he let it slip.
"Why did you fight?" Thundercracker raised an optical ridge.
"B-because h-he's leaving th-the Decepticons after I-I almost blew him up!"
"You did what?"
"Thunder." Skywarp said quietly. "Not now. Interrogate later. He's hurting."
Thundercracker exhaled heavily, but slowly nodded. "Just cry, Starscream. We're here for you. I'm sorry he left you. We won't ever do that. Oh, sweetspark…" He stroked my backplates as I continued wailing and screaming into his chassis. "Just cry. Just cry, sweetie. We have you."
Skywarp wiped at his own optics, beginning to cry at seeing me so tormented. "I-it's okay, Scree, We won't ever leave ya. We're here for you always. I love you."
"We all love you." Thundercracker purred his engine. "Till the bitter end."
"Whatever you need, Starscream, we're here for you. Just say the word." Gearshift lovingly spoke.
I continued to cry, never releasing Thundercracker, my spark no more. My true love had left me. He didn't want me anymore. He didn't love me.
Yes, that just happened. And ya'll knew it was gonna happen.
Okay, the IDW comics have the gun smuggling into Iacon/Skyfire helping Orion Pax thing AFTER the attempt at abducting Alpha Trion. But, when you look at the overall scheme and tone... The two events work better when switched around so I'm doing that. Everyone is taking bolder steps with abducting people, so it would make sense that comes later. Trust me, it works better this way.
The interface scene with Skyfire and Starscream was so long, and put in in the first place, was because the need to show how close they were and their trust. Starscream would never let Skyfire tie him up and beat him if he didn't trust him. But because he loves him to that degree he let him do things to him he only lets his trinemates do. And for you to see how madly in love Skyfire was with Starscream that he let himself go and did something new, had fun, owned it, and just loses himself over the need to be in Starscream and holding him. Their love and trust for each other was so extremely strong. That's why when it comes crashing down, it took Starscream almost killing Skyfire for him to find the need to leave him.
And I made them fight because in the G1 cartoon Starscream shot Skyfire when he was leaving the Decepticons. Even though in the comics they never seem to had met before the war, it's still the G1 universe in a way. So, mixing them together.
Starscream has been showing his tenancy to quick violence before. In A Prince of Vos he had attacked Skyfire before when getting angry at him. Another time he had attacked Thundercracker once taking over leadership. And as he has gotten more and more power, and realized he can do more things without consequences, he's losing himself to that power, to not needing self control, and he's lashing out more. There's something dark inside of him, and it's showing whenever he does lash out and attack, when he hurt Amethyst, and whenever he sees violence and gets excited.
And this will play a role in him becoming a monster during the war that we all know from the comics. Until he learns how to control himself.
The events of Skyfire working with Orion Pax, the gun smuggling, and Hefter's death are all in IDW Optimus Prime issues 1-8. Read them for the full story. Obviously, this is written from Starscream's perspective so he has no idea what happened between Orion and Skyfire, so reading the comics will fill in that void.
The Decepticon Registration Act being enforced and required, as well as the Clampdown being extended and stadiums and other social events cancelled is all canon. Zeta Prime does all of that. Zeta also was just a terrible dude, super racist, and totally would do brothels.
The drinks are names of real drinks. They are actually very fruity drinks, so Cybertronian drinks like that would be sweet and light. Starscream and Soundwave have not learned to become heavy drinkers. The war shall change that.
So much foreshadowing in this chapter! :D
And of course Starscream learning how to use his body will also be significant!
Sorry for chapters taking a while. Once I get through the events of Autocracy it will be 100% in my control for the next over 3 million years worth of Starscream story! Since the comics don't cover anything after Autocracy for a long time having to deal with Starscream. Just some battles and a few events for other characters. But, fear not, we do not need that guidance, for I shall go rogue!
I should be through those events by chapter 5. So chapter 6 and onward will be the crazy rollercoaster you're use to from me. :) Just hang in there!
As always, leave reviews, WATCH DOMINION, fave, share, GO VEGAN, kill zombies, conquer your enemies, love Starscream, and don't eat soap!
Also, ask me questions if you have them on the fic, veganism, whatever. I will answer. And draw me some fanart! Commission it if you must! But I want it! *hiss*
