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Author's notes: I was about to update yesterday, but my boss called me (I'm so under his thumb). Apparently, there was an 'emergency' at work (a new fellow didn't appear when he was suppose to) and I had to go stand in for him. I love my job... Anyway, there's SLASH in this chapter so enjoy. Hopefully... You all saw it coming anyway so what am I muttering about? I'll just go now and have a cigarette-break. I will probably update again later today, I have most of the next chapter already written.

Oh, and thanks for your reviews! Keep them coming, I love to hear what you think!

Stolen Dreams

It was dark, very dark. Starscream had to let his optics settle into it for a moment. Now he could make out a corridor... And a lot of doors. How many rooms the Decepticon leader had? Dozens, it seemed. But where was the tyrant himself?

One door was partly open, but no light came out. Starscream headed towards it and automaticly, it hissed open.

Indeed, his search was over. Megatron lay on the biggest recharge berth Starscream had ever seen. There was a huge window right beside it. Starscream saw fishes and other weird-looking creatures swimming on the other side. They were all so colorful... So beautiful. He decided he'd study them some day.

"Did you come here to marvel the scenery?" Megatron's husky voice disrupted the train of his thoughts.

Starscream stepped in and the door went shut. He stared at the beast he was about to tame. The light coming from the window flattered the Decepticon leader. His silvery form shone in the moonlight, leaving some areas in the shadow. He looked dangerous. Dangerously hot.

The silver mech noticed the worshipping look in the Seeker's optics.

A wicked grin formed slowly to Megatron's angular face. Starscream knew that this beast was not easy to tame. But at the same time, he was sure he could do it. He took yet another step. He decided to take it slow, let Megatron wait for him.

The Seeker's wings quivered in anticipation as he moved closer and closer.

He stopped in front of the berth. He needed a sign. And he got it.

Megatron, still laying down, grabbed his crotch. Starscream shivered in arousal. That was a pretty nasty sign, but a sign still. The Seeker climbed on the berth and crawled to his leader. Megatron was there, in his reach, but he still didn't dare to touch him.

"So... What kind of attention do you want?" The silver mech asked playfully. Starscream felt a surge in his spark. He slowly reached for the ebony hand.

"What do you have to offer?" The Seeker played along and kissed the hand he was holding. Megatron's optics sparkled intensely red for a moment.

"Oh, I have a lot to offer... It all depends on you, my dear." Megatron whispered sensually. Then his face turned serious.

"But there's one thing you must understand; once you put your hand in the flame, there's no going back. We can never be the same again. Do you understand?"

Starscream glared straight into the crimson red optics.

"I understand." He said and shivered more. This was it, no going back now. Starscream smiled.

"I'll ask again; what kind of attention you have to offer?" This game was into his liking. And as Megatron smirked, Starscream knew the silver mech enjoyed it as well.

"I can be gentle... Or I can be harsh." The Decepticon leader said, his voice huskier than usually. Starscream let out a small whimper and powered off his optics.

"Tell me what you want." Megatron demanded.

Starscream rubbed the ebony hand against his cheek. It felt warm, so warm. Or was it his own overheated systems? Starscream didn't know. He was nervous, he was going out of his mind. But he knew what he wanted from his leader, what he had desired and craved for a long time.

"Take me on a trip... On a long, long trip... Show me everything... Teach me..." The Seeker whispered shyly.

He felt how Megatron shifted beside him.

"You... Is this your first time, Starscream?" The silver mech asked. Starscream nodded and felt how his cheeks burned hot.

Due to his offlined optics, Starscream didn't see the faint smile on Megatron's lips.

"I will be gentle then." The silver mech promised. Starscream bit his bottom lip. He had yet another request. But this one he wasn't sure he would get. He brought his optics back on and stared at the hungry optics of his leader.

"Megatron... I want your love." Starscream whispered and licked the hand he was holding.

Megatron's lips parted in surprise and he pulled his hand back. Starscream swallowed hard. Had he gone too far? An ebony hand slowly rose to his cheek and caressed it gently. Empathy?

"I'm sorry, Starscream," The silver mech said, "I can give you pleasure, but not my love. That is beyond yours or anyone else's reach. I wasn't built to love."

Starscream hung his head and nodded sadly. He shouldn't have asked.

Two silvery hands closed around his waist and neck and he was pulled down against the tyrant. Their lips were only inches away from each other.

"Starscream, I am incabable of loving. It's carved in my central processor. But I can still care. Is that enough for you?"

Starscream pondered. He couldn't have the one thing he wanted the most. But he could have Megatron's caring. He could be the number one in the silver tyrant's optics. He could have his body and his mind but not his spark, his soul. But didn't Megatron just say that he was incabable of loving? He couldn't help it.

And therefore he couldn't give it to anyone. Not him nor Soundwave. Soundwave. Something flipped in Starscream's processor. Oh, how he hated the navy-colored mech! Such a bootlicker, disgusting little thief, a nasty...

"Starscream? Is everything alright?"

Megatron had probably noticed the hating look in his optics, though it hadn't been directed to the silver mech.

"Yes, everything's just fine... I was just... Uhm, I got lost in my thoughts."

Soundwave? How could he even think about that wicked blackmailer when he was with the love of his life?

"Have you made your decision?" Megatron asked.

Starscream had.

"You may never learn to love me, but you can still care about me. And I don't have to hide my love anymore. Not from you, anyway. I want to do this. Besides, didn't you just say about a minute ago, that once I put my hand in the flame, there's no going back? Well, I think the flame just swallowed me whole..."

Megatron chuckled.

"So be it. Such a good decision you have made..."

The silver mech pulled Starscream's forehead against his own.

"Are you ready for your first... Lesson?"

Starscream nodded once. He was ready, alright.

Megatron pressed their lips firmly together. Starscream opened his mouth, letting the silver mech conquer him.

Domination.

Power.

Control.

But he was on top.

That changed quickly as Megatron easily flipped them around and pulled back from the kiss.

All those millenias... And now he was finally where he wanted to be; in Megatron's arms. It was still hard for Starscream to believe it. Was he dreaming?

Megatron's hands proved his theory wrong as they made their way down to his thighs. Starscream let out a moan and reached up to Megatron's neck. He sucked on it and tugged his glossa under the silver mech's helm, eliciting a gasp from him.

Starscream leaned back against the berth, letting Megatron control him.

Megatron licked his cockpit so deliciously... And his hands moved to Starscream's wings...

Starscream decided he liked being dominated. He squirmed under the bigger mech and whimpered. Megatron smirked down to him.

"That's music to my audios..." He whispered and leaned down to lick Starscream's neck.

Starscream placed his hands on the Decepticon leader's chest and caressed it carefully. It was hard though. His hands were shaking like leaves in the wind. He was still nervous and insecure. Megatron noticed it and stopped. He glared deep into the optics of the Seeker.

"Are you scared?" He asked. Starscream wasn't sure if the silver mech was mad or not.

"I... Yes, a little..." The Seeker stuttered. Megatron smiled. So, he wasn't mad after all. Megatron leaned down and their foreheads made contact again.

"Then rise above." The silver mech challenged.

Starscream was confused. He had thought Megatron wanted to dominate. Why would he want to be the one underneath? Starscream accepted the challenge anyway. Megatron offered no resistance as the Seeker turned them around. The silver mech looked up to him. There was something odd in the way he smiled.

Perhaps he wasn't used to being underneath. But Starscream didn't want to guess, he wanted to be sure.

"Megatron? Have you ever... I mean, with Soundwave... Has he ever...?"

"No."

The answer came so quickly Starscream started to feel insecure again. Was it wrong of him to ask?

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled his apology.

"Don't be. I understand why you're so curious. I know you, my dear traitor. You don't want to share. And I can assure you, no one else has ever brought me down. And you did it twice today. I have a confession to make; I enjoy it. You and your pretty little wings can dominate me whenever you like."

Starscream smiled.

"Thank you, Megatron."

For a moment they just looked at each other. Then Starscream began to caress the chest of the bigger mech again. His hands didn't shiver anymore. He moved them lower and lower... Megatron made a groan. Starscream watched the face he loved so much and saw how the red optics closed in satisfaction.

Megatron looked exactly like a cat being stroked, Starscream was sure he would start purring soon. Megatron visibly enjoyed this treatment.

That thought gave the Seeker more courage and he moved his hands all the way down to the silver mech's crotch. He circled it from the edges and moved to sit between the Decepticon leader's legs. He removed his hands from Megatron's crotch and placed them to his inner thighs.

His optics, however, didn't leave the black armour on Megatron's hips. How would he get it off? There was some sort of clasps on the sides, but Starscream had no idea how to open them. His own crotch plating retracted when he so decided. No one else could remove it. He had installed the locking device after... After the attack. His hands stopped moving as he got lost into the horrible memory.

"Starscream?"

The Seeker looked down on his leader once more. He decided to forget the past and concentrate on the present. He didn't want to be the one dominating. He was inexperienced and insecure. He couldn't do it.

"I'm fine, just fine..." He stated. "I was just thinking that maybe you could be on top? I don't think I got this just yet..." He muttered the last part, his optics wondering on the silver body. Megatron smiled to him.

"Sure, as you wish, my dear." And they were flipped over once again. Megatron sat on the Seeker's legs, preventing him from moving.

"So, you want to learn from me? Pay attention then."

Starscream didn't have time to respond, as he suddenly felt fangs attacking his neck. He whimpered quietly. Megatron chuckled and licked the bite marks. His hands went down to the Seeker's crotch. Starscream sneered as he thought about his leader trying to open the locking device in vain. It would be so much fun.

But he decided that this was not the right time. Maybe some other night. Tonight he was dancing on a sword's blade. One wrong move and he would be history. Besides, he was ready. He wanted Megatron now. He retracted the plating on his leader's way.

Starscream almost laughed at the puzzled expression on Megatron's face as he briefly wondered how he got the armour off. However, Megatron didn't care about it for much longer. He stared at the bare circuitry before him with hunger in his optics. Starscream felt hot from his cheeks again.

"It's all yours, Megatron." He whispered shyly. Megatron placed his finger on Starscream's now bare crotch and the Seeker squirmed and moaned under him. The silver mech decided it was time for his fun. He opened the clasps on his hips and moved the piece of armour aside. He bared everything to his Air Commander.

Starscream sat up and touched him. Megatron didn't make a sound but his lips parted a little. Then Starscream pulled out the silver mech's interface wire and watched how Megatron gasped. Starscream had hoped for a little louder reaction.

'Perhaps he is just the quiet type,' Starscream shrugged it off.

He leaned back against the berth and smiled shyly.

"Megatron..." He whispered. The silver mech leaned down.

"Starscream, are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes. Are you?" The Seeker asked. Megatron smirked.

"I have been for a while now."

Starscream nodded. "Will it hurt?" He asked, a little afraid.

"No. It won't hurt." Megatron promised.

Starscream smirked. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Megatron never backed down from a challenge. So he connected them, making Starscream whimper.

"Since it's your first time, you will do nothing but enjoy the ride. Let my body do the talking." By those words Megatron send the first pulse of energy. Starscream gasped in surprise. He had never felt anything like it. He had nothing to compare these new sensations with.

Second pulse. Starscream moaned hard and loud.

Third pulse. He cried out in agonized erotica. Distantly, he could hear Megatron panting.

Fourth pulse, fifth pulse, sixth pulse... Megatron increased his pace and Starscream lost the count.

Then suddenly came one extremely strong pulse and Starscream lost his hearing for a moment. His thoughts were suddenly incoherent, he no longer knew where he was or who he was. All he knew was pleasure and Megatron.

He started to feel pressure between his thighs, his spark went haywire. Everything was whirling and he lost his sight. He was hot, too hot and he felt his cooling fans working overtime. He heard Megatron groaning but he couldn't quite concentrate on anything but the pleasure. His world was currently a whirling, hot mess.

And just when he thought he couldn't possibly feel any better, all the sensations intertwined somehow and went straight into his spark. There was an explosion inside him, starting from his spark and spreading like wildfire into every circuit of his body.

Starscream cried out his pleasure as Megatron carried him into the paradise of ultimate pleasure. He remained there for Primus knows how long.

But then it was over.

Starscream was floating. Floating in the air. He was light as a feather. He smiled. He was a feather, slowly returning from heaven back to the world below. He felt wet lips on his cheek and knew Megatron was there with him.

He felt inner peace.

Smiling, Starscream let his systems slip into recharge they so much craved for.

XXX

At the opposite end of the Decepticon headquarters, Soundwave woke up from his recharge feeling an uncomfortable twist in his spark.

He scanned his surroundings but saw no one. He went through his cassettes' minds. Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, Laserbeak and Buzzsaw were alright and deep in recharge inside his tape deck. But still Soundwave couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

He send telepathic waves to the vicinity of his quarters, looking for any foreign minds or energy signals.

He found none. No Autobot intruders, nothing. Only Blitzwing's violent dreams.

'Maybe his dreams woke me up, they are quite loud sometimes.' He thought.

Soundwave snorted at the simple-minded Triple Changer. Blitzwing was always dreaming of fighting and battles, sometimes he even spoke in his sleep. No wonder Soundwave had woken up. He felt suddenly sorry for Astrotrain, who had to share quarters with the 'loud-sleeper', as Soundwave called him.

Soundwave mentally shrugged it off and returned to sleep mode.