Universe: TFA
Characters: Perceptor/Starscream
Rating: NC17
Warnings: 'Breastfeeding' with robots having semi accurate human breasts. This is a snippet from my new story 'Origins'.
Disclaimer: I claim nothing but my own poor writing and ideas. Also, I watched a grand total of like 5 episodes of TFA. I have no real clue what went on, this is almost solely and completely based on the below meme with smatterings of additional information. Thus, it refuses to be compared in any way to cannon. VERY AU, lol.
He was on the berth with Perceptor behind him, supporting his body as he clung to the two small frames that rested against his chest.
He knew that he needed to do something, the carrier protocols kept pinging him, but he was so tired that he couldn't focus long enough to understand what it was they were trying to get him to do.
Perceptor gently moved a sparkling to rest on his cockpit and almost immediately the armor started to shift out of the way on its own, revealing two full pouches of enriched energon with soft feeding nubs.
The sparklings clicked and began to fight their way to the nubs, hands gripping whatever they could find, pedes scraping the metal as they sought purchase in their climb.
Starscream watched this with awe until they finally reached his feeding pouches, each eagerly attaching themselves to a nub and transmitting the code to start the energon flow.
Tears began to drip down his face as he watched them feed.
"They aren't mine, are they. Not for long anyway."
Jazz didn't answer, instead looking pointedly at Perceptor. He hadn't agreed with Ultra Magnus' plan in the first place, but it wasn't his job to question orders.
Perceptor reached around Starscream and pressed his hands to Starscream's over the sparklings.
"In this we are alike. I find myself unwilling to give them up, but have no choice in the matter. I must do as I am ordered."
Tears ran down his face and hit Starscream's shoulders before he even realized it. His spark crying out for its kin even when his processor had nothing to say.