A/N: Requested by Syntia13.

Scared.

Bluestreak ran. He could hear the Decepticon following behind him as he tumbled over and through the planet's strange geography. He had only been re-activated on Earth three days before. He had no idea that he was wading through a swamp – or which way he was going, or how to get out. Pain lingered in his relays. His pistons strained. His body had been so eager to get away from danger – to start this game of predator and prey – but he had exerted himself too far. He was too weary and he could go no further. The Datsun crouched down, hiding under layers of bog-mist and fallen branches, listening over the eerie sound of crickets and frogs for his pursuer. He readied his gun. His hands were shaking too much for him to make an accurate shot, yet a weapon was still a weapon and it comforted him to know it was there. The jet approached.

Starscream stopped at the edge of the pond and stared about him. He cringed at the smell and muttered under his breath how difficult the sludge would be to remove from his joints, before continuing on slowly. His every movement brought a loud squelch, of which both mechs were fully aware. Bluestreak watched the Second-in-Command go by as his own joints shook noisily. Pain and fear held him taut, keeping him from moving and sustaining his consciousness. It would not be long now: the Decepticon would pass him by. Just as quickly as he had been put into danger, so it would leave. All he had to do now was watch, hope, and patiently wait.

Starscream abruptly stopped. The jet turned steadily, taking in his surroundings. His eyes locked onto Bluestreak's, and he leered. Bluestreak recoiled. My optics – he can see my optics! He shut them tight – all too late. The leisurely steps of Starscream pounded through his mind, ever nearing, ever nearing…

He opened his optics. Starscream was mere metres from his face, holding a grin so wide it almost spanned from audio to audio. Bluestreak screamed silence, his voice lost though he did not know how or where it had gone.

"Hello, little Autobot," he said calmly, in a melody that promised malevolence to come. Bluestreak cried out and raised his gun. Starscream struck out and they watched as the gun fell into the boggy water and began to sink. The two mechs turned back to look at each other. "Well that wasn't very clever now, was it?" Starscream leaned away and took three paces back. He raised his own weapon. "Where are your little friends to save you now?" Bluestreak began to scrabble wildly to get out of the branches. He's going to kill me – he's going to kill me! His hands sunk down into the muddy bog and his feet never found purchase in the reeds that lay under the water. This was it: this was how he was going to offline. Starscream pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

"What!"

"Bluestreak!" Optimus's voice travelled to them clearly. Starscream whipped his head around in the direction of the voice, his weapon still on Bluestreak. This was his chance. Bluestreak pooled his remaining strength. There were no heroics. There was no valiant fight. Bluestreak ran.

End.

A/N: For those of you niggling about why Starscream's weapon didn't go off… use your imagination! It's because the dampness of the swamp, along with the reeds, sludge, etc. prevented it from working properly. They had only been on the planet for three days – they weren't yet knowledgeable about the maintenance that would be required.
Bonus:

A/N: The bonus chapter takes place three centuries before the Ark makes it's fateful journey to Earth. This is slash - in my profile I wrote: "I will write mild and implied slash if requested, but nothing graphic". Then I wrote this. This is the first time I've written proper slash (as in 'not the "In-the-Rain fluff"'), and it's about as graphic as I'll get. Yes, I can feasibly get more graphic. It's bloody long because of the intro, but if you're going to do something new, do it well the first time. Scared Bluestreak again.

This is non-consensual slash, i.e. rape.

Note: Due to this chapter, the rating has increased from 'T' to 'M'. 'M' fics do not show up on regular searches. If you decide that this chapter doesn't deserve an 'M' rating (please see ratings before making your judgement) please tell me and I will return the rating to 'T', making it more accessible to new readers. I believe that I have ranted enough now. Thank you..

Bonus: Scared Bluestreak.

Cybertron was in no way a small planet. It's geography ranged from wide open plains the span of mega-miles to crammed slums, where every 'street' was an alley and anyone could be watching you from anywhere without your knowledge. One such slum was Sector Theta, Sub-section Sigma. The lighting had all long-since been out-shone by even the faintest star – darkness had claimed this whole sector long before Autobot or Decepticon, and would still champion it even when the section changed from side to side. Yet in the uninterrupted ebony, in amongst the shells of houses where there was no glint of even the movement of ghosts, an energy signature had been found: a power source.

The race to this minor power-source by both Decepticon and Autobot had led to an unrestrained battle between the two sides. Ironhide was guarding Ratchet, who was leaning over the unconscious and seriously injured form of Sunstreaker. The red twin was laying into the grounded Decepticons with his pile-drivers, with all the fury of a sibling's love. The minibots charged and held back more of the fighters, but only the gunners could do anything about the Decepticons in the sky. Hound and Trailbreaker shot barrages into the heavens. As soon as one fell, another arrived to take it's place. It was becoming more and more obvious to Bluestreak that they were outnumbered. He aimed at a flyer and reluctantly pulled the trigger. Another mech went down that would never stand again. That was his fourth. Why was there all this death? He aimed. He fired. His fifth victim. His sixth. Was it really going to come down to one side living and one dying out altogether? Was he really on the losing side? He wanted an end – an end that would not come.

Starscream had taken notice of the laser fire coming from one of the taller slum buildings, as well as the number of his wing-mates going down. He turned and faced his guns towards the perpetrator that he knew had to be there. The mech inside was obviously aware of his presence: his approach elicited a few shots, then a greater number, until it finally became wild firing. His wing left took hits. With a vehement battle cry, he lost control, span and shattered through the building.

Bluestreak had no time to run – not even enough to turn around. The seeker ploughed through the splintered building and in mid-transformation, collided with him. Bluestreak's weapon was ripped from his hand by the force as he was powerfully dragged away from his hideaway spot – the weapon he knew he needed to live.

Bluestreak was falling. He could see the slums becoming further and further above him. He could see the anger-induced sneer on Starscream's face only metres over him. He could see seared wiring sparking from an ominously large crater in his own chassis. He could see, but his mind could not understand. There was no thought, and then… then there was the unrelenting slum darkness.

Bluestreak's optics came online gradually. He could not tell at first whether his optics were working or not – there seemed to be no difference. As they adjusted their setting for the surroundings, he saw the slitted glow of a single pair of crimson red optics. The young gunner pulled back sharply. The Decepticon approached and towered domineeringly over him. So close – so very, very close.

"Oh good – you're finally awake: it wouldn't be much fun without a reaction," the optics were bright enough to light the fierce, star-white teeth of the Decepticon Second-in-Command. The 'con's focus moved from his face to his chest-plate. His chassis – the armour plating covering it was missing! His hands rushed to feel for the damage. His chassis was… repaired?

"You – you did this?" Bluestreak asked, scolding himself for the way the pitch of his voice changed from normal to high and betrayed his fear. Starscream continued to grin.

"Don't be grateful Autobot. Can't you realise? I need you alive if I'm to have my wicked ways with you."

"What do you mean by-" Starscream thrust himself down onto Bluestreak's thighs and pressed his helm against the young Autobot's. He could feel the younger mech shaking, pulsing with fear. It felt delicious.

"Aren't you going to fight back, little Autobot?" It had not occurred to Bluestreak to do so – it really had not. He had been so shocked with what had happened – what was happening – his mind was still trying to catch pace. He should fight back; he needed to fight back.

The young gunner raised his arms and began pushing at the overbearing Decepticon. He pushed at Starscream's chest. Starscream smirked and only readjusted himself on Bluestreak's lap, crushing his thighs in his own. Bluestreak squirmed and gasped desperately. He shoved against the Decepticon's hips with little effect. Starscream began to snicker. He tried to force away those skilled and dangerous arms, yet with every effort he put in, Starscream repelled with what seemed to the dread -shook Autobot to be ungodly strength. Bluestreak whined at his hopelessness.

"Do you see now, Autobot? You cannot fight against me, I am your superior!"

"No! No! I won't let you kill me!" Bluestreak began hitting Starscream around the head in hysterical desperation. He would not be abused – he would not die here where there were no friends or where anyone would find him. "Help! Help! Prowl – Ironhide! Prime! Help m-!" Starscream violently took hold of Bluestreak's hands and pinned them to his sides, clasping his lips oppressively over Bluestreak's cries.

Bluestreak could feel his systems overheating with the intensity of the situation. His panic was rising and although the now dimmed voice of logic told him he would make things harder for himself by resisting, his body was not going to give in. Starscream drew his head away and watched, smiling as Bluestreak screamed at the top of his lungs and twisted and fought to be free. His efforts climaxed in one almighty roar of self-pity. It reverberated off of the dead slum walls mislaid amongst the black, before it too was lost. All energy spent, a shivering Bluestreak leaned away from Starscream and tilted his head back. He was panting heavily, trying to cool his systems. Starscream supported most of the Autobot trapped beneath him with his arms, grip tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening. The power coursing through Starscream – the power over another life – it was intoxicating! And he had barely even begun.

"Listen little gunner – listen to the peace! There is no-one around to save you – no-one but me to hear your cries." In the distant dark above, Bluestreak could still hear the firing of gunshots. If someone up there heard him, they would need to hear him through the battle: it was not possible.

"I'm all alone," the fear-whispered words slipped out of his mouth without control.

"Not completely alone."

Starscream advanced upon his prey. Bluestreak leaned away in revulsion, needing as much distance between them. It was exactly what Starscream wanted – the control was his whether Bluestreak admitted it, fought against him or accepted his fate. Bluestreak's back touched the floor and Starscream abruptly pressed himself onto him.

"What are you doing? I don't want this – I don't want this!"

"Shh, shhh," Starscream hissed gently. "Do exactly as I say and if you're a good little mech and satisfy me," Bluestreak cried out in plea. "I'll leave you alive for our next encounter." The Decepticon Second-in-Command brushed his face with his hand. Bluestreak grabbed Starscream's chin in an abrupt movement and began pushing away. Starscream was not impressed, but his over-exerted victim offered little resistance when he grabbed back the arm and pushed down forcefully. Bluestreak cried out again: he was completely at his mercy. "Cry harder, little Autobot. Cry all you want. It's only you and I." Bluestreak screamed. Starscream was in a maniacal mind and he could feel his systems pulsing with arousal. He wanted to pleasure this Autobot – make him his and give him cause to yell some more. Oh, how wonderful it felt! He would not hold back any longer!

Starscream ran his hands the full length of Bluestreak's arms, smothering his cheeks and nose and neck with his lips. The Autobot in his control gasped and writhed and sniffed back cries that he knew would only drive his enemy onwards.

"I don't want this, I don't want this, I really, really don't want this-"

"Tough." Bluestreak continued to babble over Starscream until a hand was cupped over his mouth. "Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" The wide-eyed young mech finally said nothing, only stared pleadingly at his captor. "I know what you would enjoy," Starscream smiled hungrily. His tongue lapped over Bluestreak's exposed circuitry, finding delicate and sensitive areas that produced audible gasps from the gunner.

"Please stop!"

"Why?" Starscream teased and stuck his tongue deep into his body. Bluestreak's back arched from the unwanted attention, only furthering his own disgusted pleasure.

"I don't want this! I don't want this!" Starscream seized the back of his head roughly and pulled it up to watch.

"You don't want my interests visited upon your body? But, oh look!" Starscream stroked Bluestreak's arm and it visibly trembled. "See how you ripple at my touch! Watch Autobot! Watch me! Watch yourself! Watch as your-" A piece of burning metal dug abruptly and heavily into the floor only metres away from them, remaining upright. Their startled faces could see a Decepticon insignia in the fading flames: Starscream recognised it as Thundercracker's right wing. He turned back to Bluestreak. "Life," he accented with another disconcerting grin, "goes on."

Still holding Bluestreak in his thigh-grip, Starscream removed his own chassis armour. The gunner had no energy left to resist and with his arms spread limp at his sides, he watched in silent horror as Starscream began plugging himself into his circuitry. The fire on the wing burned out and Bluestreak was left again to the smothering, all-encompassing bleakness. There was only Starscream. There was only himself. The Air Commander laid down on him as intimately as possible. In the moment Starscream made the final, well-fitted connection, Bluestreak convulsed. Starscream lifted his head and gave out a ragged sigh. The pleasure was not enough though: Bluestreak was still resisting him, and as long as he did not succumb, neither of them could be fully pleasured. Bluestreak shuddered once more as Starscream began to move up and down his body in a rocking motion. He felt his shoulders being nipped and licked, stroked and held, all in an effort to calm and soothe him and bring about his full submission. Every one of Starscream's thrusts was accented by a gentle moan or plea by the gunner in a mix of satisfaction, disgust, fright and confusion.

"No! No! Stop! Stop!"

"Yield Autobot – give me your full submission! Do not deny me, Autobot – you owe me." Bluestreak's will relented a little and the cycling pulse that had been building up between their systems was finally released. They groaned in chorus. Starscream took a-hold of his arms and body into one grasping embrace and kissed his lips gently. "See how good it can feel? See what I can do to you?" Bluestreak turned his face away and waited for it all to be over. Starscream took his time. He coaxed the younger mech further and further into obedience, enticing him with words, stroking, and threats. In a final moment of passion, Starscream grappled Bluestreak and roared, extracting one last squeal of satisfaction from his quarry. Once he had reached the heights he desired and could feel no more, Starscream unplugged, placed his armour back on, but denied Bluestreak his own.

Completely undaunted by Bluestreak's presence, Starscream turned his back to him and felt over to the nearest wall. Leaning back, he patted his leg. "Come here," he commanded. Bluestreak had not moved. "I warn you Autobot, if I have to come over there and drag you, I'll…" Slowly, Bluestreak raised himself onto his shaking hands and dragged his way over to Starscream's voice. He never once looked him in the optics. "Good boy." He clamped down on Bluestreak and forced him into a sitting position on his lap, the gunner's back against his chassis. Starscream continued to fondle Bluestreak's exposed internals and let out a sigh of contentment. He had complete control – full control over the weak and fragile 'bot that lay shivering in his arms. "You were a very good boy, little one. I think I'll let you live so that I may take you again and again." Bluestreak said nothing. He looked sky-ward, mouth open and panting quietly, praying that no other Autobot would find out his shame, of when he lost himself in Cybertron's deepest dark.

End.

A/N: Yeah… opinions on this by slash fans would be appreciated please (keep reviews PG though, if you don't mind).

Some of you may have picked up that Starscream's speech features a lot of italicised words. This is to mimic his (G1) speech, where he emphasised certain words.

Admittedly, I was reading Keiko Aosaki's 'Fanatical Delusions' (Also on-screen at the time I was typing this). Hopefully I haven't sub-consciously copied anything of hers, but if I have, it was purely unintentional. Must not read other fics whilst typing my own.