Note: This is a heavily censored version of this chapter.

Chapter 2: The Taking

Megatron moaned, his helm aching.

He tried to sit up instinctively, but found he could not.

Had he been punched across the battle field again by Prime, hadn't he? Onlining his optics, fearing the bright glare from the Earth's infernal star… he blinked, optics going offline and on. He seemed to be in a large circular room of some sort with metal beams and fabric hung all about.

That was a lot of fabric. It was kind of pretty actually.

Wait, what?

No, no. What was he doing here?

Trying to sit up again in order to fully observe his surroundings, the warlord met resistance from his arms and a clinking noise as well. Slowly, half of him already identifying what was wrong by the weight on his wrists, Megatron looked up … and cursed. He was handcuffed to one of the metal beams! A reinforced metallic beam from the look of it!

It then all came back in a wave … Starscream.

Sitting up by sliding nearer to the wall, he growled under his breath, trying to think of what diabolical scheme the seeker was up to that required him to be alive. Pulling on the restraints, he decided a part of him didn't really want to know because this … there was something wrong with this set up.

He should be in a dungeon at least and not this curtained, foam and now pillow lined place.

Giving a mighty tug, Megatron grunted in pain. These restraints were tight yet had such long chains, strange.

Ignoring the oddity, the grey mech grunted as he pulled on the restraints once more, his wrists aching from the energon cuffs that had him tied to the caged wall of this contraption. Really, why was the exterior built for small weapons' grade defense while the interior was layered with plush and pillows? His aft had it off pretty well actually and that bothered him. Why was he even caged? Why had Starscream gone to such lengths to keep him somewhat comfortable? It bothered him deeply and he pulled against the cuffs almost erratically, succeeding in only hurting himself, his wrists threatening to bleed. Slag, why was he acting like such a weakling? All of his weapons' programs were still online… even if he didn't have any weapons but his fists left. Then again, there was this old program that was running overtime.

What was that? He knew a part of him, an old part that existed in him since he was activated, knew what it was. What the pit was going on?

"I wouldn't bother if I were you. I made those restraints specifically for you."

Head slamming to the side, there was suddenly a squeal like a metal door being opened and then closed. Megatron immediately bared his teeth as he watched as one of those ridiculous human curtains were lifted to reveal none other than the traitor in question, gleaming like a little whore.

Not that Starscream spark shared with anyone but perhaps his seekers.

Megatron growled at his capturer, "Starscream, what is the meaning of this? If you are going to assassinate me, then do it and stop wasting my time, or release me and fight me like a real mech."

Starscream, locking the door behind him, the sound of the lock almost making Megatron cringe, shook his head, "I have no intention of killing you Megatron. That would be a waste."

Optics becoming slits, the warlord growled, "What do you mean by … waste?"

Coming closer, mindful that Megatron's legs were still free, the seeker leaned down and got near the warlord's face. Then with a grace the warlord didn't see coming, the seeker was locking lips with his. Megatron's optics became wide in surprise, his mouth opening. He regretted the action immediately as the seeker took advantage of the gasp and snaked his metallic tongue inside.

Grunting, trying to break the kiss, the warlord didn't even realize Starscream's hands were elsewhere as the other mech slowly started to drag Megatron away from the wall and out of a sitting position. It wasn't until he was fully on his back, the seeker slowly spreading his grey legs, did Megatron break free by biting the other's lip, yelling, "Release me Starscream or suffer the consequences!"

Wiping a little bit of energon from his lips, Starscream made no comment as he slowly raised one leg and spread himself over the grey mech's form.

The warlord twitched, not liking the position as the red mech murmured, "Come now, Megatron. I was hoping we could have a good evening. I have such pleasant plans and a little cooperation on your part will decide the remainder of our precarious relationship."

"Get off me," the warlord grumbled, jiggling the cuffs for a moment as he added, "Our only relationship is Master and disobedient soldier, something you will pay for when I get out of these cuffs."

Shaking his head, frowning, so sure this was going to fail, the seeker added, "Not tonight. You are below me tonight… in a literal sense. I respect all my lovers, if they moan just right."

The position was no longer just irritating, but coy as he red and blue mech took a moment to grind his hips against the gray mech.

"Now, let's get you heated up..." murmured Starscream as he got lower and lower, spreading Megatron's legs the whole time.

…

What felt like joors later, Megatron's systems were screaming and before he knew it their sparks were flowing back into their correct chests. He was vaguely aware, as his systems shut down one at a time, that Starscream was slowly kissing his forehead and looking down into his spark chamber lovingly, telling him he had done well.

There were two of them… he would make a great hive queen.

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Paw07: It always bothered me that Megatron always had to be the dominate in Starscream\Megatron fics … so I decided to mess it up a little bit. Oh what fun. XD

(Revisions January 2014)