Thank you so much for all your reviews. We are very happy for the warm reception you are giving this story. We were kind of surprised that some of you mentioned that a rape took place during last chapter. Honestly we didn't see any rape there, just one human making a move on a Transformer-turned-human who barely knew how his body could react. We decided to include that scene because Starscream needed some relief; he had been under a lot of pressure and stress, and continuing on that path would have driven him to insanity. And also, to be honest, we included it for fun. Proper warnings were given at the beginning of this story about some adult material being included in some chapters, all of them not random but actually important to the plot. We have nothing much to say about that matter because we really don't make a big deal of it. A sex scene is just as any other scene, all pieces of the scenario that will click together as the story progresses. We hope you will continue enjoying it.

Chapter 15

Bed and Breakfast

Comfort was the first thing his numb organic brain reasoned as soon as it was aware of his existence once again. The feeling was there, beyond his consciousness, like a new discovery and at the same time like a relief from all the stress and misery of the last few cycles. He was still trapped inside a human body, but for the first time since his drastic transformation, his immediate future didn't seem like a dark crypt anymore.

Another fast flash of consciousness deepened the sensation of welfare. He realized he was still covered by warm fabrics, his weight comfortably supported by the recharge berth, his head half sunken in the pillow… Perhaps his conditions weren't perfect, but his first night in the human jungle could have ended much worse.

His eyes finally opened and his sight was received by the tranquil light of the afternoon that entered through the blinds of the window. The first thing he saw was a small table beside the bed, very primitive in its design but it effectively fulfilled its function of supporting some magazines and other small objects that he didn't recognize.

Another element added itself to his sensation of peace. It came through his nose, confirming in his mind that humans were organic computers, always receiving information despite their inferior composition.

Of course he couldn't detect the origin of the smell, but something inside his mouth reacted favorably toward it because he suddenly felt some sort of pleasant wetness. He would have liked to have had his advanced olfactory sensors to decode the smell, but he didn't need them to decide he liked it.

He turned around and looked to the other side of the bed, enjoying the fact that he could lean on his sides, something he hadn't been able to do since his first cycles of life because of his wings.

The place he was in was smaller than he remembered, but the night before he had entered there in such a confused state that it was logical that he hadn't registered the dimensions of what had become his first human shelter. Four whitish walls formed the dwelling of his improvised saviour. Besides the bed, there was a big couch in front of a monitor, a small table, some objects that looked like decoration and two closed doors. Behind the first one was the cleaning room, he could remember that perfectly. The second one, however, was an enigma.

He sat on the bed and leaned his back on the headboard. He was feeling better, much better in fact. It seemed that the human sickness had retreated and, despite still feeling weak, he could have said his status was perfectly functional. Besides, his stomach had no signals of the beating he had received and hopefully neither did his face. The bags of ice had worked then, just as the human femme had said…

Returning his thoughts to her brought him a wave of bittersweet feelings. He wasn't sure where on his scale of values he could place what had happened with that female the night before. Now that he was in a normal state of mind, his first reaction was shame. He had descended very low when he had interfaced with that human creature, the dishonor even bigger if he considered that it had happened three times…

Maybe he had needed relief, something to release all the stress that had piled up inside him like a poison, maybe he had even reacted by instinct, guided by his new body… But how could he explain the pleasure he had felt? How could he explain that, after his first overload, he continued exploring the body of that stranger and, even worse, allowed her to do whatever she had wanted with him?

But shame was not enough to silence the pleasant peace that he was feeling between his legs. His frown was directed toward such place of his body, still covered by the bedspread.

"It's all your fault, you slagger…" he whispered, immediately feeling like a complete idiot for addressing his intimate parts that way.

The second door opened at that moment, startling him. The agreeable smell from before became stronger, caressing his nose, as the infamous human female appeared under the threshold.

"Hello and good morning sugar, although I should say good afternoon, it's past 3 now. How did you sleep?"

Starscream frowned. If at least that femme could keep her mouth shut, perhaps he could tolerate her, but she talked too much.

"Not as bad as I expected," he responded. "What is that smell?"

"Just your breakfast, although because of the hour it should be your lunch. When was the last time you ate?"

"Never," he growled as he got up from the bed and approached the window beside it. He opened the yellow curtains and lifted the blinds, allowing the light to enter at will.

Rain was still falling, although very lightly. Outside, the empty streets of the night before were no more. Life and movement had taken over, portrayed by dozens of humans that crossed each other's paths like ants. There were vehicles circulating too, some of them resembling the forms some Autobots had chosen as their alternate modes for that filthy planet.

Hands closed around his waist and he was pulled backwards slightly.

"Whoa honey, if you're going to stand before the window like that at least put on a towel or something. I have neighbors, you know," the femme said, laughing.

Starscream separated from her and looked to the street again. They were on the third level, not very elevated from the ground but the sensation of some height relieved him somewhat.

"You should keep the window open. It's too slagging enclosed in here," he snarled.

"I always close it when it rains, but it's nice today, so I agree with you," she said, securing the window with a small mechanism on the top to keep it open and letting the curtains fall over it. Starscream decided that those horrendous pieces of yellow fabric would provide privacy, so his claustrophobia didn't condemn them as it did in the beginning.

She turned to him again, exposing that smile of hers that was so disturbing. Starscream could sense kindness in that creature, and usually he distrusted anything related to kindness. According to his experience, it always involved hypocrisy and demagogy, some of the pests he despised the most.

Stella stepped back suddenly, her eyes fixed on his torso.

"Oh my..." she whispered, her invasive fingers slowly reaching out towards him.

"What?" he replied, uncomfortable under her abrupt scrutiny.

"Your bruises... They should be blacker than soot right now and instead... Instead they're gone!!"

Starscream looked down at his torso as the female touched him softly.

"Yeah, so?" he spat, taking a step back. The femme shouldn't have been surprised, she was the one that had told him the ice would help after all.

"What do ya mean 'yeah so'!? It's one thing for your fever to have disappeared, but your bruises? Sugar, I've seen a lot of bruises in my time and I've never seen one fade over night before!"

Stella's fingers grazed his cheek, her astonishment clear on her face. "I would have expected you to have a black eye too..."

Starscream felt a wave of relief rush through his body when he realised his face was undamaged. Perhaps in his current predicament he should have been worried about other things; infiltrating the Autobot base, finding a permanent shelter, procuring human fuel...getting rid of that annoying female... But it seemed there were some aspects of his Seeker arrogance that would not lie down easily.

His attention snapped back to reality; the human femme was still touching his face.

"Stop touching me," he said irritably, turning his face away.

"Sorry honey, I guess you must still be sore, despite the lack of bruising."

"Ahh, yeah..."

Starscream didn't understand why the human continued to stare at him like he was some kind of freak. As far as he was concerned his body, and perhaps the substance known as Tylenol, had done its job repairing the damage caused by those brainless human males – was she insinuating that his recovery was something beyond the normal limits of a human?

Great, another oddity to give him away. The ex-Seeker cursed his benevolent leader, if only he had been given more time to learn about his new form before being thrown into the humans' nest he might have realised there was something different about his body. Now not only did he have to watch his language and behaviour, he had to watch his healing too.

"Mmmh…" she whispered, looking downwards at him. "Seems like you had a rested night indeed."

Starscream followed her glance and couldn't help but startle. "What the…?! Why is that thing hard again?"

He was so ashamed that he didn't notice the curious way in which she looked at him. He wasn't aroused in that particular moment, so why was his intimate circuitry reacting that way? It was humiliating.

"That thing?" she repeated his words. "Interesting choice of words you have, Sean… But hey, you're not gonna tell me you haven't had a morning wood before, right?"

Starscream looked at her again, realizing he had made some ridiculous mistake. "A morning… er yes, of course I have. I was just… oh blast, just forget it."

"Honey, do you feel okay? Maybe you still have fever."

Starscream turned around before she could touch his forehead. For a moment he considered giving that morning wood, or whatever its name was, some use and throwing that human to the bed, but he decided not to degrade himself again and to instead focus on his mission. Once he recovered his true form, the first thing he would do – after killing Astrotrain, the Coneheads and the Insecticons of course – would be visiting a pleasure house on Cybertron and interfacing with a real femme. Perhaps it would take many of them to erase all the stench of his recent intimate contact with that human specimen.

"My status is normal," he said seriously. "Now where is this breakfast, lunch or whatever you were talking about?"

She took his hand. "In the kitchen, come with me."

He allowed her to guide him. The only closed door of the small quarters was about to be revealed; the refuel room. Despite his arrogance, he was curious of how different it would be from what he was used to.

It was not the differences, but the disorder of the room that annoyed him. Many small objects were spread through the room. He didn't have any idea of what most of them were, but the lack of logic in their distribution was enough to make him feel uncomfortable. But that refuel room only followed the logic of the rest of the dwelling, after all. Diverse and colorful objects everywhere, most of them useless, he was sure.

She made him sit on a chair before a small table under a little window. On the surface of the table was something he could recognize, milk. He took the glass without waiting for an invitation and started to drink the white fuel.

"The waffles got kind of cold…" he heard her talking behind him. "Let me warm them a little. You'll find strawberry jam beside the napkins."

The sight of the red thing that resembled grease inside a small glass container wasn't attractive. That reminded him that he didn't have any idea of what the slag that human was going to use to refuel him.

"Fuck…" she spoke again. "What a great timing for the toaster to break down… Sorry sugar, but I think you'll have to eat your waffles tepid."

Starscream looked over his shoulder and watched the femme struggling with some little metallic device with a lever on the side. He got up and took the device from her hands.

Toaster, she had called it. It took a very quick glance for Starscream to realize how simple the mechanism was, electromechanical instead of computerized. With such primitive technology, it was no wonder why the humans were slaves instead of conquerors.

He pulled out the plug of the machine, took a nearby knife and removed the screws from the bottom. For a moment he felt like when he was a sparkling and was playing with science for the first time. But even during his early cycles as an enthusiastic future scientist, he had never dealt with a mechanism as simple as that human toaster.

But anyway, he found the activity enjoyable. Being in contact with the metallic glitch made him feel more comfortable. Perhaps he could repair more of the dysfunctional machines the femme owned. He wondered how stupid he would look if he asked her.

She was watching him in silent awe, which he appreciated. But her silence only increased the sensation of her smell, which arrived freely at Starscream's nose. He frowned as he pulled the knob off the carriage lever. He suddenly remembered the night before so clearly, when he had had that smell all over him, when his lips couldn't abandon hers and all he cared about was losing himself inside of her…

A wave of heat between his legs sent him a warning, but he forced himself to remain calm. His morning wood had already disappeared but it was threatening to come back at any second. Control had never been his most notorious asset, but he managed to keep the slagging piece of hanging flesh in peace.

Slag, how he hated being a human…

"The electric contacts are not touching," he said with the most serious voice he could muster as he adjusted the detected malfunction, trying not to feel so attacked by the thin fabric that barely covered the body of the femme.

"You make it sound so easy, Sean." Her playful voice was definitely not helping.

He cleared his throat. "Because it is. All I have to do is bend this a little, so when the carriage lever depresses it will actually apply pressure."

"I could've never guessed… I have had this toaster for ten years and it's the first time it's given me problems."

Starscream reassembled the toaster and returned the plug to the electric socket on the wall. "Test it. It should work now," he said disdainfully as he returned to his chair.

"Wow…" she said, honestly surprised. "Are you some kind of electrician?"

"You could say so."

Starscream felt her approaching from behind and it took only an astro klik for her two hands to reach his shoulders.

"Do you have any idea of how sexy you look fixing things naked in my kitchen, Sean?"

Frag… there it was… her warmth again… he could feel it spreading through his nape and his bare back. The red transparent fabric that barely covered her was grazing his skin. That slagging body… the same body he had enjoyed so much just some breems ago.

The moment for rejecting her had arrived. Whatever had happened the night before had been some sort of bizarre experiment. He had to make things clear now. He had been trying to keep a low profile, but if he needed to use violence to show that human her place, then he…

He was received by her mouth the moment he turned his head aside. Although he had been taken by surprise, he responded immediately to the kiss, as if he had been waiting for it.

She leaned toward him without breaking the kiss, and he felt her hands going down, caressing his chest. They continued going down…

When she grasped his masculinity he realized the battle was lost. Every shred of self control he had managed to have until then, was sent to the pit. Stella's robe followed the same fate.

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The low light of the evening fell on Stella's nude back as she brought the small piece of waffle to Starscream's mouth. Half of the bed was already within the shadows.

"Mmmh… seems that it was written you would eat your waffles cold after all, Sean. Hope you don't mind."

"What…ever," he said, raising his head from the pillow slightly as he chewed the food, that surprisingly didn't taste bad at all.

A small portion of strawberry jam fell on his chest, slipping to his neck joint.

"Oh… let me clean that for you," she purred right before starting to lick it.

Starscream closed his eyes and put his hands under his head. He still was convinced that what was happening with that femme was wrong, but for some reason he didn't feel very bad about it anymore.

"Mmmmh… delicious…" he heard her saying. "The jam wasn't bad either."

He smirked, his mood improving considerably. He even allowed her to lean her head on his chest once she finished feeding him.

"Sean…" she said while caressing his chest. "You're not from around here, right?"

He opened his eyes. "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know… In the beginning I thought you were some drunk guy, but later… it's just that you looked so…"

"Sick?"

"I was going to say lost. What were you doing wondering around like that? And why were you wearing a tux?"

"Do you always ask so many questions?"

She laughed softly. "Nope… I'm just fooling around, don't pay attention to me."

"I don't plan to. Anyway, I should go now. Where are my clothes?"

"Totally ruined, I'm afraid. I washed them in the morning but I don't think you'll be able to wear your torn tuxedo again. Why don't you stay here tonight? I'll get you some decent clothes tomorrow."

"I can't. I have things to do."

"Please… night will fall soon and you are in no condition to leave yet. You're still recovering and I don't think it's a good idea that you go out. The weather report said there will be a storm during the night again."

"Femme, I already told you…"

"Stella."

"What?"

"Stella. My name is Stella, I told you last night, but you can call me Stel."

"Stel…"

"Much better."

"Alright, Stel, you have been of assistance to me, I admit it, but I can't afford to waste more time here."

"Why not?"

"None of your slagging business."

"Slagging? You said that last night too. You really talk in a funny way, sugar."

"And you're such an annoying female!"

She laughed. "Please don't get mad, Sean. It's just that you are so adorable… I can't help teasing you. But I mean it, you should stay. You can leave in the morning and do whatever you have to do. I promise I won't interrogate you anymore."

"Promise, huh?"

"Cross my heart."

Starscream sighed. He was sure he was dealing with an ordinary and uneducated human, but she was proving to be a hard femme to shut up.

"You're certainly aware that I can't pay you," he said, staring directly at her eyes.

"Yes, I had the feeling," she replied, caressing his cheek.

"Wouldn't you have to perform your function tonight? By the looks of your dwelling, credits are not your forte."

"You mean money? Ah, no… I don't have money to spare. I live by the day indeed, but I manage. I have some rough days, but I'm proud to say there has not been one single night where I have gone to sleep with hunger. Perhaps with cold, perhaps beaten to a pulp, but never with hunger."

"Have you always been a whore?" he asked bluntly.

"Well, not since birth!" she laughed. "But it's all I've been for the past seventeen years, so yeah, you could say that… I'll be thirty five next month, so half of my life I've been on the streets. Quite a time, huh?"

"If you say so. You obviously don't charge much for your services, judging by your dwelling."

Starscream thought about the femme bots on Cybertron that also sold pleasure. After the drastic decrease in the female population that the war had caused, their fees had increased considerably, but so had their clients. Being a Decepticon, he had used his right to make use of the femmes of the conquered city states, but when less and less femmes could be found during those victories, he had been forced to start using the services of the pleasure houses in Kaon. He wasn't proud of that, but in times of need, there were no limits he wasn't willing to cross if that meant obtaining intimate pleasure.

But even with that, not even in his weirdest fantasies had he believed he would be capable of crossing the human border. But now that he had, he was afraid he would become as addicted to it as he was to the robotic pleasure.

"I charge what I can, it all depends really," Stella said, running a finger up and down his chest.

"Depends on what?"

"Well, the client for a start. If he looks like he's rich, ya know, fancy car, nice clothes and all that, then I ask for more. Drunks also get charged more, and so do those old, dirty bastards that no one in their right mind would want to screw. They all get charged more. Studs like yourself, which are rare I must say, get a special discount."

"Why? Don't you want to make as much money as possible? You certainly need it."

"Everyone should get some enjoyment from their job at some point. Those studs are generally the only form of pleasure I get. If I charge them less than the average, but give them top class service, then perhaps they might come back for more."

"And do they? Come back, that is?"

"Generally not. Like most, they have a one-nighter and regret it the next day. I have a few usuals, but not many. Of course, the kind of service they want also dictates the price."

"So how much would you charge me then?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Stella laughed. "Well you, honey, would get an extra special discount. You would get my services for free."

"Really? You're just saying that because you know I don't have any credits to give you."

"Well, maybe...but I did bring you home, that's not something I normally do. And I did that before I knew you couldn't pay me."

"So why don't you have a real job?" Starscream asked, knowing full well that the reason must have been her lack of intelligence.

"Ahh, it just worked out that way," Stella responded, suddenly uncomfortable. "But enough about me. What about you, Sean? How old are you? Twenty three, twenty four?"

"Twenty seven," he replied, remembering the age the computer had said his human body represented during Soundwave's analysis.

"Such a child…"

Child? Starscream wondered what Stella would say if she knew he was millions of years older than her.

"And what about your heart, sugar? Do you have a girlfriend… a boyfriend perhaps?"

"I thought you said you would stop interrogating me."

"You're right, sorry," she said, smiling. "I just can't help it. I love to talk."

"I noticed."

"Forgive me if I bother you… I'll keep my word about not questioning you… And I'll make you another promise too."

"Oh yes? And what would that be?"

"That I'll make every minute of your stay here a moment to remember. I'll give you so much pleasure that you will never want to leave."

He rolled over and positioned himself on top of her. "Oh, really?" he said, feeling the unmistakable sting of desire arousing between his legs. "We'll see about that, Stel…"

To be continued.