A/N: So, I kid you not, got another weirdo TF fan in the bar. This one was flamboyant to the max, was even wearing a tie-dye vest. Anyway, he was chatting away quite happily until he saw my Decepticon badge (it's quite the conversation-starter), and started squealing in horror, being an Autobot fan, before pointing in my face and saying, "Here, listen! You tell that Megatron to get to f**k!" It amazes me. O_o
Moving on. This chapter is inspired by Beasts & Demons by Ivory Frequency: "Passing time, I grew a point of view- a piece was missing and I guess it's you," "I wanna love you so much more... but I'm out of chemicals."
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed. ^^ I'm not sure I like this chapter, but maybe it's 'cos I've read over it so many times... -_-
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Beasts & Demons
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Flying was pleasurable.
Being carried through the air- not so much.
Starscream had been humiliated in front of Megatron often enough, but this was taking the frag. He was suddenly overwhelmed with impotent rage, too embarrassingly afraid to act on it.
He chanced a glance up at Megatron, and promptly wished he hadn't; the silver warlord's faceplates were foreboding, his optics dim with dark thoughts, promising severe punishment or worse. His closeness was corrupting Starscream's anger, what with the way their frames were pressed tightly together, Megatron's strong arm implacable around Starscream's slim waist. The Seeker's spark involuntarily twisted with longing.
As if sensing Starscream's inner turbulence, Megatron slowly turned his head the slightest fraction, giving his SIC an intense look that was a mixture of fury, scorn and something... unreadable. It said all of those things, yet at the same time said nothing at all.
Starscream could only stare back at him, determined to keep his own optics blank.
Megatron finally looked away derisively, but his arm tightened as if on instinct.
Starscream meekly went back to staring at the blurred ground below. His Trine-link activated, and Skywarp's vocaliser rudely cut into his audio.
"What just happened, Starscream? You really screwed up, this time." Skywarp and Thundercracker flew alongside Megatron at one side, while the other was occupied by Soundwave.
Starscream clenched his dental plates. "I'm not in the frame of processor for this, right now," he warned through the link.
"In all seriousness, 'Screamer, Megatron looks like he's about to blow a gasket," Thundercracker chipped in.
"Thank you for illuminating the fact you two are only capable of stating the fragging obvious!" Starscream snarled at the two Seekers. He only realised he'd screeched aloud when Megatron graced him with another scathing look.
"Starscream... I warned you about talking!" the Decepticon Leader spat.
Thundercracker and Skywarp fell back slightly, leaving Starscream and Megatron more-or-less alone.
The journey back to the Nemesis had never seemed so long, but when the Decepticon HQ came into view, he couldn't help but wish it might take longer still- He wasn't one to procrastinate, but he would do anything to keep Megatron's furious punishment away.
They touched down on the flight deck a moment later, Starscream's entire frame reverberating from the impact of Megatron's landing. He was given no time to adjust, and found himself being dragged by the arm to Megatron's quarters.
The warlord dismissed the others with one clipped command of his vocaliser, optics staring ahead resolutely as he pulled his SIC roughly along.
Starscream was horrified to find himself -in spite of everything- admiring how handsome he found Megatron's stern faceplates to be. And that strength... He'd give his left wing to feel that strength dominating him.
The Seeker shook his helm wildly, as if his thoughts were organic little parasites that he could dislodge if he tried hard enough. Unfortunately, he managed to dislodge a small whine from his vocaliser, too.
Megatron frowned at the noise, waving a servo over the sensor to open the doors to his quarters. "You have every right to be afraid," he said darkly, before pushing the tri-coloured jet inside.
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It was always satisfying and somewhat arousing to see Starscream submissively sprawled on the floor, optics pleading, vocals cajoling. Megatron was well-accustomed to the mannerisms he saw Starscream display regularly, and took no small amount of pleasure in witnessing them.
Now, he intended to access all areas: he wanted to know how the Seeker felt, sounded and tasted when being fragged into incomprehension. No component of the jet would be overlooked, not with this all-consuming lust that had been pumping through Megatron's circuitry since he'd had his revelation.
"On your feet," Megatron snapped, pacing around the Air Commander's stricken frame in slow circles. He watched hungrily as Starscream fumbled for his dignity, shakily rising to his strangely attractive pedes.
Megatron had opted for keeping the room dark, upon entry, as he was particularly fond of the way shadows would play over Starscream's streamlined chassis and nervous faceplates. The light -or lack thereof- caressed Starscream far more gently than the tyrant ever would.
"Lord Megatron, about the mission from earlier-" the Seeker blurted suddenly, his voice sounding incredibly timid in the heavy silence.
Megatron snorted, waving a large black hand dismissively. "That is of no relevance right now," he continued marching around his Second, feeding off the terror in Starscream's energy signature. "Care to explain your rendezvous with that traitor, Skyfire?" He kept his voice level and calm, concealing his voracious craving.
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"Oh, that?" Starscream uttered a nervous laugh. "It's not what you think...!" This was getting dangerous, in more ways than one. His cooling fans were on full-blast, unable to bear the pressure of the weighty atmosphere in the dark room. He doubted he had ever felt such intensity from his Leader, and it was only enhanced by the glowing red optics that were the only part Starscream could focus on as they moved around him in predatory circles.
Megatron stopped directly in front of Starscream, rigid and impassive. "And what, Starscream, do I think?" A black servo shot up and grabbed his chin, tilting it up sharply.
Starscream's throat cables contracted in paralysing fear. He could hear and feel that Megatron's own coolants were activated, a telltale sign that he was about to explode. "That... that... I was fraternising with the enemy... perhaps?" he croaked out, vocals rough with static. The way that the silver mech was scanning his optics over his face was... distracting. He imprudently began to fantasise.
"And were you?" Megatron snarled, tightening his hold on Starscream's delicate faceplates, and successfully yanking his attention back to the present.
"What did it look like?" Starscream whined imploringly. "He abducted me straight from the battlefield, I was only-"
"...Flying into enemy skies unaccompanied by your Trine or otherwise?" Megatron growled in a velvety low tone. "What made you do a thing like that, my Second?"
His Leader's shrewd words were not lost on Starscream, and he pressed his lips together tightly in defiance.
Megatron's optics narrowed to gleaming crimson slits. "Hrmph. Your stubbornness is a concern. I don't like it when my soldiers keep things from me." He leaned minutely closed, the vibrations from his over-heating frame rattling Starscream's cockpit, making the jet involuntarily gasp. The other mech took advantage of the open mouth, running a thumb along Starscream's lower lip.
The Seeker wrenched his face out of Megatron's grasp, mortified and enticed all at once. Did Megatron really just...? He couldn't be certain, it could have been an accident... Starscream gingerly lifted an azure servo to his mouth, realised what he was doing, and huffed in annoyance.
"I already know why you fled, Starscream," Megatron said, completely unfazed by Starscream's reaction. He stepped back and clasped his servos behind his back. "That mission from earlier was a failure all because you deliberately disobeyed my orders. Tell me, Starscream- why do you waste your talents on defying me?"
Starscream was silent. His optics were drawn to the look of slight weariness on Megatron's faceplates. Such a look was incredibly rare -or well-hidden- and Starscream was fairly confident that he was the only mech to bring that expression about, or witness it. It was then that he processed just how much older Megatron was. Starscream was no sparkling himself, but the warlord was so much more... seasoned.
It only added to Megatron's appeal, the Seeker realised bitterly.
Megatron smirked slightly at Starscream's catatonia. There was no warning at all before he barrelled into the jet and thrust him against the wall by his neck. His face was closer than ever now, dental plates bared in a snarl. "How much longer do you expect me to tolerate your insubordination?" he fumed. "Why should I spare your worthless spark time and time again?"
"Be-Because I represent everything that you really want in a Decepticon... I'll never miss any weakness you show, and... urk! I'll challenge you at every chance! I'm the only one worthy of being that glitch in your systems...!" He craned his head to one side, wincing from the pressure around his throat cables. "I'll bring chaos to your order, and you will thrive on it!"
Megatron threw Starscream to the floor and pinned him there by planting a thigh at either side of the Seeker's narrow waist. "Yes... Yes, you malignant little masterpiece, that is why I spare you," Megatron practically purred in his rough vocaliser. "That is also why you are my Second. But my patience is not infinite, Starscream. You know this well."
Starscream's processor was a disorganised riot.
Megatron had pinned him to walls many times, and yes, even the floor, but this time seemed achingly more personal. The silver mech wasn't pointing his Fusion cannon at his face, for once, and was apparently content with simply staring at Starscream's dazed faceplates.
Not in tenderness, though; something irrevocably more violent.
Moving out from under Megatron abruptly seemed like a good idea, and Starscream acted on it by hooking one leg around his Leader's and rolling them over. Before he could scurry off, though, Megatron's large black hands fastened around Starscream's wrists, grunting as they struggled.
"I'm not finished with you," the silver mech grit out, reversing their positions once more. "You cost us energon, and have yet to be disciplined for it! I have shown you more leniency than you deserve!"
"And whose fault is it that we run out of energon so fast?" Starscream taunted, ignoring the warnings going off in his systems. "If you only spent half as much time formulating sound tactics as you do getting thoroughly inebriated, we might actually achieve victory for once!" He cried out when Megatron slammed his trapped wrists to the floor above his helm.
"If you used your whining vocaliser for talking sense instead of insulting me, perhaps I'd actually listen to you!" Megatron roared. He pressed his hips against the Seeker's in an attempt to quell his struggling, and that's when it all went awry.
Starscream's frame undulated of its own accord, sensors on fire and optics blazing. All of a sudden, the only thing he could focus on was the heavy heat of his Leader's body over his, the strength and domination pouring from it, and the way his own chassis was yearning for stimulation.
"Megatron," he muttered weakly, unaccountably aroused beyond regular function. How was it possible, to be affected so badly by one mech?
The tyrant regarded him with curious interest, somehow managing to merge that with disdain. "What am I to do with you, Starscream?" His vocaliser had taken on a suggestive tone now, only fuelling Starscream's desperate ascension into irrational lust.
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Starscream's energy signature had gone from terrified, to tense, to deliciously wanton. His submissiveness was tempting, but Megatron wasn't fooled- Starscream rarely surrendered so quickly.
He tested the boundaries by sitting back and releasing one blue wrist, trailing his free servo down Starscream's glass cockpit. The Seeker arched slightly into his touch, which sent a surge of energy to his interface array. Most pleasing.
Starscream sneered up at him, defiant to the end. He was the only mech Megatron knew that could make sneering look so becoming. "You wouldn't know what to do with me even I if spelled it out for you," the jet murmured in a chillingly-seductive voice, and slid his thighs apart tauntingly. "I never tried to hide it, but your optics were too blurred to see!"
"How could I possibly fail to notice your less-than-subtle flirtations, your little displays of invitation?" Megatron rumbled, resisting the bait before his hungry optics. "Does it sting your pride circuits that I don't respond to them?"
Starscream made to slam his legs together with an angry hiss, but Megatron stopped him with both strong hands. "You fragger!"
The warlord chuckled darkly. It was amusing how predictable his Second had become. If it was possible for Starscream to become even more frustrated, it might be worth prolonging the invigorating tension further.
He liked the idea.
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"You don't deserve to touch me, anyway!" Starscream cried, genuinely glitched off. He pushed at Megatron's broad chest, his ire only growing when Megatron didn't move, continuing to gaze down at him in an infuriatingly smug way.
"Still you continue to fight me," Megatron mused aloud, lips forming a broad smirk. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
The Seeker wrenched his other servo free, renewing his resistance in earnest. How dare Megatron mock him! Teasing him with unexpectedly pleasant caresses, only to spurn him in the end? He felt so... dejected, not to mention humiliated- he could feel lubricant welling up behind his interface panel, some of the treacherous liquid seeping out from the seams.
It caught Megatron's attention instantly, and as he openly stared, Starscream saw his black fist clenching and unclenching as he did so. He could also hear the silver mech's internal fans ascending to the highest setting.
The Air Commander made another bid for freedom, successfully managing to squirm out from beneath Megatron enough to leap to his feet, with the aid of his thrusters. He hastily staggered back towards the door, optics never leaving the form of Megatron rising slowly from the floor. "If there is no further discussion, I would prefer it if you would dismiss me now... Sir," the words came out nervous and hurried, but Starscream was more concerned with the lubricant now flowing freely down one thigh.
"We've been dancing around this for vorns, Starscream," Megatron eventually growled, walking over to his desk as if nothing had happened. He leaned against it with both arms, staring straight into Starscream's optics. "What makes you think I'll wait another few?"
Starscream's mouth opened and closed silently, unable to find a suitable response as he tried in vain to conceal his leaking interface panel.
"Run to your quarters and sulk, if you must, but know this," Megatron's voice dropped to its coldest depth for emphasis, "The next time the opportunity presents itself... I will claim you as I should have aeons ago. I will not be gentle with you, and I will hear you scream for me in something other than cowardice and disrespect! Now, get out." The Decepticon tyrant snarled and turned away indifferently.
Starscream stared at Megatron's back, stunned, before quickly exiting the room without another thought. When the door hissed shut behind him, he lingered there in a mixture of confusion and annoyance. He had been disgraced.
Why did everything have to be on Megatron's terms? Starscream didn't revel in the idea that Megatron was planning to sit back and wait for the ideal time, for two reasons: It meant Starscream had to mope around in uncomfortable anticipation, his spark and frame aching for his Leader's touch, and it also meant Megatron would likely choose the most inconvenient or inappropriate time for the Seeker.
Skywarp chose that moment to present himself, warping directly in front of Starscream and making the Trine-leader screech at him in protest. "Skywarp, you idiot! What do you want?"
"I just wanted to see how it went- pretty well, by the looks of it! Wow, you're actually intact, for once," the purple jet grinned infuriatingly.
Starscream crossed his arms over his cockpit, ignoring how Skywarp mimicked the stance to annoy him. "It was as you would expect. Nothing for you to worry about, see? Now, out of my way," he said in a slightly rushed but calm vocaliser.
Skywarp squinted at him suspiciously, his optics beginning to look more closely towards...
Starscream hastily pushed past him, marching towards his quarters while muttering curses as he went.
He could see how this night would proceed, and it involved a lot of self-stimulation and stifled cries. It was, however, never a chore.
Starscream smirked to himself as he entered his room and sealed the door.
He could always appreciate his own faultless frame, after all, and it didn't hurt to know exactly who was probably desiring it right this nanosecond.
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Megatron slowly sat back at his desk, watching the footage transmitted by Laserbeak with interest. The best thing about Soundwave was that he never questioned orders.
Megatron stroked his chin and regarded the scene unravelling before him with ravenous optics.
Starscream was slumped against the wall, completely oblivious to the mech hidden in the corner of his room. Oblivious to everything. His white thighs were spread once more, his own blue digits working diligently at his exposed valve, while he gasped and muttered under his vocaliser.
Even from this vantage point, Megatron could easily detect the streams of lubricant glistening over his Second's hips and servos. The sight made him groan slightly in approval, wondering if it was the right idea to postpone their interfacing.
No, Starscream was due punishment, after all, and even if it was mutual, the untrustworthy mech deserved to wait.
It was just a pity that the Seeker was taking his 'punishment' so well.
Megatron waited until Starscream reached overload, the strangled sounds he made going straight to the tyrant's spark.
He turned away from the monitor with a scowl. It was a disgrace to let his own SIC affect him so thoroughly. He would make him pay for it, soon enough.
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A/N: ...I'm a horrible tease, I know. But I do so enjoy writing these scenes. X3 Rawr! R&R! P.S. Why has my Megatron turned into such a sinister pervert? lol. ¬_¬