Chapter 22: Stray Desires
A/N: A drifting, thought-powered chapter, jes' wonderin' by y'know… ;) Yeah, delay the story with three chapters, even my brains going nuts XP I know its dumb when counts one chapter ahead of the original number, but meh XD Update: Yeah, decided to push this chapter back, seems to fit better here.
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A lone pair of dark optics followed Starscream movements, captured by the diligent red cassette on assignment in Cybertron. Megatron purposely ordered that Laserbeak did not filter its recordings of the aerial commander, wanting to watch every single astrosecond that took place. Unfortunately, the Cassetticons presence did not go unnoticed, and the condor took a few nicks and dents from two meddling Autobots, before the one in white transformed and hurriedly drove away with his companion. A small growl escaped Megatron's vocal chords, having recognised one of them as Starscream's pet, the Decepticon traitor who kept a tight lip on Autobot strategies. What was to grate away the tyrant's patience further was Starscream's 'magical disappearing trick'.
Around the early hours of Cybertron, Starscream and her wing mates (accompanied by two nauseating coloured femme cons), returned to her personal dwellings, having had more than enough of high grade energon. The red seeker was noticeably sober compared to the rest of the group, swaying their bodies in unison, singing songs in a bad pitch and tripping over each others legs, making an winding trail back to Starscream's apartment building. Starscream immediately made a beeline to the wide doors.
They enter the building. Laserbeak's camera misses nothing, including Starscream's optics glaring upwards. She does not look directly at the Cassetticon, but she knows it is there, and presumably sneers at nothing. She enters the building, and the doors slam shut.
Suddenly, two days zip by in astroseconds, with countless Transformers furiously entering and exiting the same door, comically rushing in and out making squeaky gibberish. Megatron taps a black finger off the fast-forward button and the two days on Cybertron immediately stops racing itself. Night comes again, or what is perceived as night on Cybertron (the darkest breems), draw the residents back into the safe haven of their abode.
Then Starscream arrives. Looks up, scoffs at nothing, and enters the building. The doors slam shut.
For her to return to the building, Starscream must first exit it. Laserbeak adamantly refused to leave its post, waiting for the red seeker to exit the building through that entrance. It's sibling Buzzsaw even flew about the premises, looking for any alternate routes the aerial commander could slither out of. Nothing. Megatron grumbled further at Starscream's secrecy to her creators equally mysterious whereabouts, and her actions proved her point. The grey Transformer's memory banks scrolled back to remember Starscream's exact words, in reply to his question of her creator's home.
"I won't tell you."
A simple threat could remedy her reticent attitude, but the look in her optics told him she wouldn't squeal even if he slagged her to death twice. Then he'd really have no idea of her creator's whereabouts, which made his mind wonder a great deal.
Her optics. They glow…differently.
What was to follow next was his imagination taking a rare journey to something so menial, which it is; because he is Megatron, leader of a gargantuan Decepticons military force, and had better things to ponder about.
But why not.
Her optics…they shone differently. The blood coloured glass barely withheld the strength of her character, gleaming proudly as soon as they came online. When he and only he alone, caught her being modest, they would almost flicker, dimming ever so slightly. But her head would remain rigidly in place and not dip her chin into her neck. It has been countless vorns since they have first met, and Megatron could still find something new and changing in his aerial commander, with or without the effects of time.
He paused the video and chuckled at her pose.
Something he did like about her when she revealed her true gender, was the way she walked.
It never changed. Not drastically anyway.
It was not dainty and fragile like other femmes, afraid to step on the ground in fear of it growing teeth and swallowing them whole; no, the vorns of military training and adapting to male behaviour made her steps firm and pert to march hither thither, copping her daily sarcasm around. Her temper or need of haste would bring out the best of her gait, forcing her slender legs to plough and stomp the earth mercilessly, beyond a tomboyish manner. But all her femininity was not lost or dead in the war. When she was relaxed, her hips would teasingly sway in a slight motion to her legs. And when he looked at her that way, she would turn, smile, grin, frown and scowl at him, all in the matter of seconds. He thought, if she didn't pull and play with her face so much, she might have looked more attractive, or more decent, but he only found that look when she fell into recharge. That one look of absolute tranquility (or boredom, in other words).
To counter the ennui, he would spend hours drinking in the sight of her pleasantly calm and serene countenance, and prod the sensitive areas of her chassis, just to get a reaction. She might blink in her dreams and nuzzle his shoulder, tucking into herself. Other times, a small red slit would emerge from her face and scowl at the perpetrator, before turning it offline again.
On one of the occasions that they connected, Starscream accidentally revealed the more susceptibly 'vulnerable' parts of her body, prompting Megatron to waste no time by digging his harsh fingers into said parts. Nothing brought him more mirth than a helpless Transformer wriggling under his vice-like grip in pain, especially one that was perpetually undisturbed a few breems ago in recharge. Starscream would gasp and suppress a yelp, succumbing to a dolorous fit in silence, fidgeting and twitching uncomfortably underneath his weight. Next thing he wanted to hear was her voice; that unmistakable breaking pitch in either screech, wail, squall or shriek, like a crow announcing the birth of a corpse from the living. To agitate him into breaking a few more delicate circuitry, she would grit her teeth or bite into him, scrunching up her face to say nothing.
He liked the way she choked on her own vocals when he broke her. Sometimes she would plead in a cracked whisper, or howl and beg for lenience, but until he gains satisfaction, the tyrant would continue to make her suffer for his amusement. Its not like he hasn't seen Starscream beg and plead before, but he loved it even more so under these circumstances.
And he missed her. Dearly.
She better come back soon.
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A/N: Megatron's a leg fan, lol XD What a weird psycho…doesn't say a lot about me, noooooo :P ;;;;