IMPORTANT author notes: The second half of this chapter will include explicit mature situations. We intended to tone the scene down, but some of you – you know who you are, girls ;o) – PM'ed us and asked for that kind of content. So here you go, a little present to you smut lovers.

As for the people who don't enjoy that kind of scene, we recommend you just to skip it. We don't mean to offend anyone but we also wanted to give a little treat to some of our dear readers.

Finally, we also want to make it clear that this is only fanfiction written for fun – and, as we just said, to treat our readers. In no way at all we are defending or condemning certain kinds of intimate behaviors. Human nature is as diverse as the universe itself and, in the case of this particular scene, there is a point we want to make clear in which the smut is rather secondary.

Chapter 30

Desperately Searching for Starscream

Starscream raised an eye brow, not sure about how to react to the bright motorcycle stationed outside the Ark's entrance.

"Mm," he said nonchalantly. "I don't understand. Is this supposed to be mine?"

"Yes, I told you it was a gift," Carly said. "Do you like it? I don't know why, but I think red suits you."

Red suited him all right, it had suited him since the day he left the assembly line and he realized how good it suited in his slim, perfectly shaped, aerodynamic body. "I like it, yes. But why are you giving this to me?"

Carly approached the bike and unwrapped the silver ribbon from one of the handlebars. "You saved my life… twice. It sounds easy, but it's not. You were so brave and honourable… risking your life the way you did. Consider this as my way to say thank you."

Starscream was confused. Nobody had ever given him anything in his life. Ever since his first days of life he had learned that everything had a price. And what would be the price to pay now? His pride?

Suddenly the slight amount of amusement he felt for the bizarre masquerade was no more. If that human knew who he really was, brave and honourable were the last words she would use to describe him. She would hate him instead, insult him, run away from him… He didn't know why, but he hated that image.

The flesh germ seemed to notice his confusion because she grinned candidly – damn her and that pitiful attitude of hers. "Look, I don't mean to hurt your macho pride, okay Sean? You destroyed your bike because of me, it's the least I can do. Please accept it."

Starscream smirked and folded his arms across his chest, trying to return to his comfort zone. "Well, if you wanted to thank me so much, I could think of other ways."

Carly sighed and shook her head, handing him the ribbon. "You just have to be a jerk all the time, don't you Sean? I bet you could think of other ways in which I can thank you, indeed, but that's where those ways will stay, in your fantasies. I'm so sorry if you find my gratitude so laughable, but that's the only gratitude you will have from me."

"We shall see," he said, frowning at the ribbon and getting more and more uncomfortable with her words. "What's this for?"

Carly turned her back to him. "That's for you to wrap around Sean junior and cool down."

"Point taken – for now," he said, walking toward the bike and putting the helmet on. He was getting tired of being grounded after all. Perhaps some speed would help him to clear his mind, even though the skies were still forbidden territory.

"Where are you going?" Carly asked, turning to face him again.

He mounted the bike. "I'm going to give your gratitude a try. Wanna come?"

For a moment she seemed to be considering his suggestion, which caused him a slight but noticeable increase of temperature in the lower part of his body, but when she slowly shook her head, whatever he was feeling turned into frustration… again.

"No… Spike will be here soon. Maybe some other time," she said curtly, turning around and disappearing through the Ark's entrance.

Starscream didn't even know why he was feeling suddenly so angry. It wasn't because of that annoying human, that was certain, but something was messing with his organic brain in a way he couldn't identify. What kind of dark shadows did humans have, that were beginning to engulf him?

He shook his head and started the engine. He just knew he had to get away from there fast, or his fragile sanity would give him an ultimatum. Suddenly, he could hear Wheeljack's words regarding Autobot Spike again. "…in the end being outside his real self turned out to be a threat to his sanity…"

When Starscream left, all that was left behind was a cloud of dust and the lonely silver ribbon, so quickly forgotten.

Sky and solitude had always meant freedom. The only reason why he had chosen to explore the galaxies after graduating from the Science Academy was because he was eager for that solitude, the mantle that had covered him for the vorns to come no matter how many fools, how many failures and how many enemies were around him.

Starscream had always be a mech who relied only on himself.

That was the reason why he couldn't understand why the slag he was driving at a lousy fifty miles per hour through that accursed and crowded Portland city-state. Cars sounding their horns and emanating their stinky gases, crowds talking nonsense and making the most annoying sound Starscream had ever heard, claustrophobia and suffocation peeking around every corner… Why the slag wasn't he running Carly's gratitude at two hundred miles per hour on some lonely highway?

Starscream didn't know. He was anxious for some reason, but he was immersing himself in that paranoid human world more and more. Why?

Night had already fallen when he found his answer. And he found it smoking on the same corner that had seen him defeated that one anonymous, rainy night he would never forget.

He reached his destination and hit the brakes, scaring Stella and the human that was with her, some little, ugly man that was extending his greasy hand towards her.

He would have killed him right there if she hadn't spoken first.

"Sean?" she said, a mixture of surprise and happiness in her voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Spare me the stupid questions," he said roughly and pointed at the back of his bike. "Get on."

"Hey!" the male human said, waving a filthy twenty dollar bill in his hand. "She's going with me, punk! See this?"

Starscream grimaced with disgust and grabbed the man by the collar of his jacket, brusquely throwing him backwards and making him fall against a metallic waste disposal unit.

"Frag off," he hissed, turning to face Stella. "Come. We're going to your dwelling."

She didn't look very pleased, not as she had looked the night she had shown him what human interfacing was. "Sean… what do you think you're doing? I'm working here!"

He pointed toward the fallen human. "You call that working? Stop talking nonsense and come with me! I don't have all the fraggin' night," he said, taking her hand and forcing her to get on the bike beside him.

She said something else but Starscream tested the decibels of the engine of the bike and refused to listen to any more of her pathetic rant. He was certain he didn't feel anything but hate for that human creature, but he was equally certain that he wanted to interface with her for the remainder of the night. It was more than desire, it was that urgency to have some relief of the madness that was corroding him.

He was a human now… He was a fragging human now!

Stella kept shouting whatever but she finally fell silent and tightened her embrace around his waist. Despite her protests, he knew she wanted him; she had wanted him since the first moment in which she had dragged him into her web. And he? He didn't care if she wanted him or not. He would frag her and give himself some self-control, otherwise his fleeting balance would break into pieces. Once again the voice inside of him made clear that it wasn't about the sex. He could interface any human on that planet, male or female, and it would be the same. He had to interface that one, that anonymous whore that had been the first human to touch him in that humid, sticky way.

That night he was determined to show her that she had no power over him because of that.

Starscream closed the door and released Stella's arm, directing his steps towards the bed at the back of the small room. Right under the window… perhaps that's why he liked that bed, because it was under a window, because he could see the sky.

"…the matter with you?" Suddenly he could hear Stella's voice again. "I told you I was working!"

He scowled as he started to strip. "And I heard you the first time."

"I needed that customer, Sean!"

"Did you have any other… customers tonight? If so, go to the wash room and clean yourself," he hissed, throwing his jacket and shirt aside.

"That was going to be the first one… but that's not the point! I need to pay my rent, do you understand that? I need to work if I don't want to end up giving blowjobs for food in an alley!"

Starscream took a deep breath, doing his best to avoid jumping on her and breaking her neck like a stick. Instead, he picked up his jacket from the floor and threw her a bunch of bills. "There. Five hundred dollars. Is that enough to pay your rent or do you need more? I don't care. Just name the price and put your mouth to work doing what you do the best, which is definitely not talking." He emphasized his words by unzipping his pants.

He was sure that that would calm her annoying display of insolence. Money had that kind of magic with humans, he had noticed, not to mention that he had a big bulge for her. That's why his surprise was considerable when she cast him an angry, somewhat disappointed, look.

Stella walked towards the door and opened it.

"Leave."

Starscream smirked. "I think my ears are malfunctioning. Did you just tell me to leave?"

"Didn't you hear? Get the fuck out!" she cried, kicking the bills back to him. "And take your fucking money with you! I don't want it!"

Starscream walked slowly to the door and firmly closed it, grabbing her by one wrist as he did so. "You don't want the money? Fine. But you want me. Don't you dare deny it because I can slaggin' smell your desire right now!"

She struggled but she couldn't release herself from his grip. Starscream smirked, enjoying so much his power over her. He liked to dominate his interface partners, it had always been that way. So far, the only one that could have reversed the situation hadn't even tried to make the situation happen, the fool, brutish rust-bucket and his annoying games… Things would have to change once he returned to his real self.

Something slapped him back to reality, to his reality. And it had been real. Stella had just impacted his face with the palm of her hand.

He felt the arousal between his legs as clear as the flame burning his cheek. He should have been infuriated. In which Universe would a puny human dare to hit a Decepticon? But the only change he felt was the uncontrollable increase of his desire.

She pressed her face against his bare chest, her free hand scratching his back with nails so sharp that he was sure she had injured him. "I don't want this to be about money… not with you, Sean. That's all I ask of you."

He didn't reply, but gave her his version of acceptance by grabbing her by the thighs and raising her. She embraced him by the neck and complied with all his rabid kisses, tightening her legs around his waist. Objects fell around them as Starscream walked blindly toward wherever. He only wanted to get inside that human and pound her until he lost himself, until he forgot for a moment how miserable he was.

It was the coffee table that rose victorious as Starscream staggered into it, sending the ravenous pair crashing downwards in a flurry of lust. The old piece of furniture groaned in protest as Stella's back fell awkwardly onto its surface, winding her, as Starscream landed heavily on top, sending an assortment of items to the floor.

Pinned beneath him, Stella gasped for air as Starscream's lip continued to devour her, not pausing for a moment to see if his lover was alright.

"Fucking...asshole..." the female hissed as she once again raked her nails down his back. "Watch where...you're fucking...going..."

Starscream frowned as he dragged himself into a kneeling position, his hands hastily pulling her strapless top up over her head. Stella complied with the tacit demand and lifted her arms for him to remove the garment, however, he stopped once it reached her wrists and he left it there, twisting it around them before holding her with a forceful grip.

"Shut up, female," he spat as he free hand began exploring those delicious breasts that filled her black bra. "The only noise you will make is the sound of you sucking me...either that or begging me to stop. Understood?"

"Fuck you," Stella said angrily as Sean's lips lowered to her chest and began to suck at her soft skin. His hand slid down to her mini skirt, lifting it so it sat over her stomach.

"Oh, that is exactly what I plan to do, female. Fuck you."

The Decepticon's fingers grazed the soft, black fabric of her panties as the female struggled half-heartedly against him, her high heels clawing heatedly at his waist and back, drawing blood. Despite the desire in her eyes she was angry, and Starscream liked it.

Feeling more and more like himself with every agitated movement she made, Starscream climbed to his feet and loomed over her, one hand still pinning her wrists. Feeling his swelling penis screaming for release, he let go of his prey and lowered his underwear hastily, pressing one hand, and then the other, on Stella's abdomen to keep her down.

"What the fuck is wrong with you tonight?" Stella said, her eyes betraying her delight at seeing his hard member standing to attention.

"What did I say about making noise, whore?"

Stepping back, Starscream tugged at her panties roughly, pulling them down over her still-kicking legs. Once the unwanted barrier was removed, the Decepticon smirked at the sight of the human's overly-wet intimacy. Oh she wanted him, despite her little show of aggression...

Starscream reached out and pressed his hand against her, dragging his palm against her warmth and drawing a ragged gasp from her mouth. Denying her a second wave of pleasure, he let his hand drift up to her breasts and moved around to his lover's side, climbing over the table to straddle her waist.

"Well, now is your chance to redeem yourself, my dear. Suck me well and I may give you what you want."

"Asshole..."

Taking hold of her wrists again, Starscream grasped the back of Stella's head with his free hand and roughly pulled her towards him. She opened her mouth willingly, and received the full length of his manhood in one smooth movement.

The female's tongue began its task as her head bobbed back and forth, rolling over and around his girth as it slipped back and forth between her warm, sultry lips. Starscream smirked as he gazed down upon the erotic display, intense waves of pleasure rolling through his body.

He was in control again, he was a god... He tightened his grip on the female's head and forcefully pulled her forward.

This was more like it.

A gurgle of protest escaped from the human slut's full mouth and she moved her lips slightly, exposing Starscream's penis to the rough edges of her teeth. The result was instantaneous, a wave of pain mixed with the pleasure, and the Decepticon gasped as his hand released Stella's head.

"What's the matter, don't like it when I play rough like you do?" Stella said sultrily once Starscream's penis had left her mouth. And then she leaned forward and kissed his tip, before biting down with a lust-filled look in her eyes.

"F-fuck! You stupid slut!"

"Mmm...I thought you might say that...What are you gonna do about it, sugar?"

Starscream frowned again, both aroused and displeased by the female's flirtatious bravado. He was supposed to be in control, slaggit, he was the almighty Decepticon Air Commander and Second in Command, a god above all creatures bar one.

Brushing away the unwanted intrusion of a certain slagger in his mind, Starscream climbed off the female and made his way to the end of the table again. Kneeling, he pressed his palms to her inner thighs and forced her legs apart again, drawing himself closer as he did so.

"This is what I'm gonna do about it, female," he hissed nastily, and without preamble, entered her powerfully.

A gasp of pleasure escaped Stella's lips as she arched against the intrusion, her legs spreading further as Starscream began to thrust roughly into her.

"Ohhh shit..." she moaned as the table began to creak with the movement, a look of pained pleasure crossing her features.

"Does it hurt, slut?"

"Ughh...yes..." she groaned.

Starscream increased his speed and intensity, fingers clawing at her exposed thighs. "Good. Do you want me to stop?"

"Y-yes..."

The Decepticon smirked; whether she was telling the truth or simply playing along, he didn't care, he was in control again and that was all that mattered.

"Well then..." he hissed as he leaned forward to lick the small slither of exposed skin between her upturned skirt and her bra. "Why don't you beg me to stop?"

Another groan escaped her as he continued to pound her, her body arching in what may or may not have been pleasure.

"Uuugghh...stop it..."

"What was that?"

"Stop...it..."

"But we're only getting started, my dear."

He increased his speed once again, grunting in pleasure.

"Please...I beg of you...ugh...STOP..."

The magic words.

Starscream lifted his head from Stella's body and reared back in ecstasy, his mouth agape as a cry of primal origins escaped his lips. Intense waves of pleasure roared though him as he buried himself deeper within his lover, filling her with the warm fluids of his orgasm. The sensation was enough to drive Stella over the edge, and together they writhed in the sticky heat of climax. Beneath them, the table groaned again and finally gave way.

Still moving slowly within her, Starscream laid his head on her chest, the rapid pounding of her heart drumming in his ear as they basked in the afterglow, the pair panting heavily. Stella brought her tied hands up to Sean's face and caressed him softly before wrapping them around his head and kissing his forehead.

"Mmm...you really are talented, sugar..." she purred as he withdrew from her and began to kiss her neck.

"I know..."

Buried within the crook of Stella's neck, Starscream grinned triumphantly. So, she had enjoyed it after all... but that was an aside. He had extracted from her exactly what he wanted, and in doing so, he had also gained an important revelation.

No matter what happened, he was still Starscream. Still powerful.

Still in control.

Still a god.

To be continued.

Additional note by Taipan Kiryu: I blame iratepirate for this chapter. My idea was to have Starscream and Megatron watering flowers in a strawberry field!

Additional note by iratepirate: Taipan Kiryu is a liar...