Other Methods: PG-13

Inspired by art by norunn8931 at deviantART. The picture: http : / / fav . me / d4hcofp (you will need to remove the spaces to access the link)

A/N: Story doesn't really have a specific setting, but we'll go with "present day".

AmIraDarksouL - thank you so much for your prompt! It actually sounds interesting. I may have to tackle it some time!

Starscream tried just about everything, short of deactivating himself to save himself from the imminent torture. Still, these cuffs had proven to be worthy adversaries. Nonetheless, Starscream was not about to meet his end just because of these damn things kept him from freedom. His weapons might have been stripped and disabled, but he could still fly. Flying while handcuffed was not exactly the best nor wisest of actions to take, but if push-of-knife-in-back came to violently-hurl-shove, then he'd risk it.

Still, he was pretty sure he was putting on a show for someone. Writhing, nearly rolling on the ground, attempting to remove the bonds. Beating them against the wall or beneath his weight did nothing. They were ridiculously strong. This was a great blow to his massive ego. Starscream would not be outwitted by a pair of stupid handcuffs, even if it meant having to risk (more) of his pride to thrash and snarl about to remove them.

Finally, after exerting himself near exhaustion, Starscream dropped to his knees, heaved forward with great, bitter gulps of air. Hands still bound behind his back. He ground his denta; slagging no good when he got out of here oh the person who put these on him suffer suffer suffer torment torment…

The single door in this suffocating room clicked, and hissed open. Starscream sat upright in a small jolt. If the heavy footfalls were any indication, this new presence was definitely not good, sudden fear rushed down his backstrut. His wings clamped together in a show of his fright and uneasiness. The steps were getting closer, and Starscream almost regretted slowly glancing back over his shoulder, displaying that look of wariness as Megatron stopped just behind him.

The towering silver mech studied the Seeker's frame. How stiff he was, his claws pulled into tight fists below the binding trapping his wrists together. Starscream swallowed, his lips pulling back into a frown. "M-Master," he murmured, "may I—I inquire as to… to why I've been put… in these… uh…"

Megatron did not answer. He moved around the Seeker. A shark circling its wounded prey. Starscream tried to keep eye contact, but it was always a bit difficult. Megatron stopped behind him again, too close, as Starscream could feel his heat against the edges of his cocked wings. Then large, sharp fingers took one tip, pinched and the Seeker hissed, eyes squinting. Okay, so, this wasn't going to end well. The handcuffs were sort of a clear warning of this, however, but still.

"If you need to ask that question, Starscream," Megatron said, and then his hand smoothed against the Seeker's curved back, "then I was poorly misguided to believe you had at least an iota of intelligence."

Okay, so perhaps it was a rhetorical question. Because Starscream wasn't entirely stupid - still, of all the times to exact revenge, why now? When everything seemed to have been going so smoothly… Oh, well, now he understood. It was the perfect opportunity. Unsuspecting. Starscream cursed internally. Stupid, stupid…

Then Starscream felt that hand move up, to curve around one large shoulder. The second hand parted the shivering wings, and Starscream wilted beneath the weight suddenly pressed against him. Megatron's scarred lips and fangs were dangerously close to the Seeker's throat. Right over a vital energon fuel line. One terrible bite, and he'd bleed out. Starscream swallowed another lump in his throat, tried not to quiver. His fingers flexed against his palms.

"Certainly you would not, um," Starscream stuttered, "resort to such… base, pathetic means of… torture." Oh, he was sure Megatron understood what he was implying. "It is not in your CNA to sink so… so low, my Lord."

Megatron chuckled. Hot air wafted into Starscream's olfactory. He flinched. "My, Starscream, your processors seem to be lying in the gutter," he teased. He squeezed the Seeker's shoulder, just enough to dent the metal and earn a small whimper. "Besides, I am not so unoriginal as you believe me to be. What makes you think I'd desire copulating, consensual or otherwise, with a worm like you?"

Starscream wanted to ask him if that was a joke. Because, well, it wasn't like they hadn't done some… Well. He swallowed for the umpteenth time; his throat was dry. "N-No, I'm not impl—suggesting you— Well, you know how some… Well." Best shut up. He was digging an extra couple hundred feet to his grave.

Megatron laughed. He reached his hand around, took Starscream's chin. Forced his head aside and back until steel creaked. "No, Starscream," he crooned, "I've other ways to enjoy you writhing and screaming beneath me without using such ridiculous methods." Though his tongue tracing the side of the Seeker's face was not very convincing. Only until Megatron sunk his teeth into the top of Starscream's helm did he realize he shouldn't have second guessed his intentions.

"Whether you survive or not depends entirely on your stamina. I highly suggest applying that foolish determination to overthrow me to your will to live. It's much more progressive that way."

Starscream shivered as talons tore into his chestplates.

Oh, scrap.

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