A/N: WARNING!!!!!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEMI-GRAPHIC M/M STUFF. IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING, MAYBE YOU WANT TO SIT THIS ONE OUT, YEAH?
But if that IS your thing, read on and enjoy!
5. Disarmed
It was a complicated dance, one that required the utmost care and grace. Megatron had it down to an art, and he could think of no finer partner than his treacherous, beautiful second.
Said second waited for his command as far away as he could physically get while remaining in the same room, annoyance blatant and unguarded on his face. But naturally Megatron sometimes required assistance in the removal of his armor. And naturally, given Starscream's inherent desire to dispose of his commander, Megatron would wish to make sure that he was completely unarmed before doing so. And naturally the only way to make absolutely sure that he carried no weapon was to see him bare of any garments at all.
"Well?" Megatron said, relaxing into his throne. Ah, leadership was a trying task… but it had its rewards. Starscream's glare was delicious. Not taking his eyes from Megatron's, he unfastened his own armor, setting it on the floor beside him, then unslung his twin blades from his back and laid them lovingly atop his armor. Thus reduced, he straightened.
"Satisfied?" he asked, unable and uncaring to keep the bite from his tone. Megatron only smirked. Huffing, Starscream pulled off his gloves and kicked free of his boots, which held no concealed weapon this time, to Megatron's surprise. Well, Starscream rarely used the same hiding place twice. He was bound to run out soon.
The lieutenant pulled off his shirt, still glaring daggers at Megatron. He dropped it on the growing pile. "Satisfied?!"
Megatron's smirk widened, showing teeth.
"You can't be serious," Starscream snapped. Megatron didn't answer… his second didn't need one. It was always the same ritual; he really should be used to it by now. Besides, it took Starscream down a few pegs and they both knew it.
Starscream heaved an aggravated, long-suffering sigh and stripped off the rest of his garments, including, to Megatron's amused delight, a flat dagger strapped to his thigh. The Decepticon commander took a moment to enjoy the view before Starscream stalked forward and gracefully settled on the throne as well, knees on either side of Megatron's hips.
"Satisfied?" he ground through gritted teeth. Megatron chuckled, running his hands up Starscream's sides.
"Oh, not nearly."
He pressed his mouth to the side of Starscream's neck, gloved fingers whispering over his second's bare skin. Starscream growled at him, fingers slipping as they worked the catches of Megatron's armor. The larger man laughed quietly, putting a hand to the small of Starscream's back to pull him even closer. "I didn't say that you could begin," he purred.
It was entertaining to see that Starscream still felt indignation and humiliation at this, evidenced by an angry flush on his otherwise pale cheeks: to be naked and defenseless while Megatron was still clothed, armored, and armed. Starscream looked so much smaller like this… Megatron rather liked it.
"Then hurry up and say it," Starscream hissed.
"Eager, are we?" Megatron answered, thoroughly enjoying his armful of nude, furious Starscream.
"I want to get this over with."
Megatron chuckled and nodded his assent. Starscream's bad temper was slowly receding, enough for his glare to gradually change to something a bit more subtle, smug and sharp, as he disposed of his commander's armor piece by piece.
"I know where all of my knives are," the Decepticon leader reminded him, resting a hand on the back of Starscream's neck. Rather than an affectionate or protective gesture, it was a tangible warning to his disarmed but still dangerous second.
"Fine," Starscream murmured, touch hasty as he unfastened Megatron's cannon and set it aside.
"Speaking of which, the one on your leg was a nice touch," Megatron added, stroking the indicated area. The redhead sneered at him, only halfway distracted by dealing with the older man's upper garments, ending with his gloves. Megatron took full advantage of his freed fingers by exploring every inch of Starscream's skin, enjoying the contrast of smooth and rough, lingering where his second gasped. In revenge, Starscream accelerated his efforts, at his most tantalizing, squirming against him with his agile hands getting everywhere.
Megatron pressed his fingers to Starscream's lips. His second pulled away with a disgusted look, and Megatron shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said blandly, the picture of unconcern, and began to lower his hand.
"No, wait!" Starscream stumbled, seizing Megatron's hand and taking the fingers into his mouth for a thorough wetting. Megatron laughed quietly; Starscream glared and bit him. Not missing a beat, Megatron jerked his fingers free and backhanded his second hard across the face with a curse. The next moment, he leaned forward to nuzzle the cheek he had struck. He always tried not to mark Starscream's face, but sometimes his fiery lieutenant required punishment for some wrongdoing or another. Yet it was so enjoyable to cause him pain.
"Why do you make me hurt you?" he murmured, brushing his lips across Starscream's cheek, his tone of mock regret.
"You disgust me," his second-in-command hissed, his fingers digging into Megatron's shoulders as he was penetrated.
"It wasn't always so," Megatron answered, petting red hair with his free hand. "You've changed, my Starscream. Whatever happened to my loyal subordinate?"
"Whatever it was, I'm sure it was your fault… ah!"
Starscream's knees tightened on Megatron's sides before he relaxed, baring his teeth contemptuously. Whatever he felt, he gave no sign of it. He took the unspoken cue and began to move, simultaneously achieving as much and as little physical contact as possible.
"Maybe so," Megatron replied with a smirk. Starscream gave little resistance as Megatron pulled him closer, murmuring into his ear. "I made you what you are… I'd think you'd want to thank me rather than kill me."
"Clearly, you have a poor estimation of me," Starscream replied in a harsh whisper, raking his nails across his commander's back. It would leave marks… but no one, especially not Starscream, would see Megatron's unprotected back. "You would do the same in my position."
"My Starscream…" He knew how much Starscream hated that possessive pair. "I've made you too much like me."
A/N: Hmm, what could have happened...? Perhaps we'll find out in a later chapter...