What You Keep Alive

Rating: M

Pairing: Starscream/Cyclonus

Reason I'm writing this: Because I fragging can XD I didn't want to change the rating on the entire thing (yet) and this wasn't supposed to have /any/ dirtiness, but I figured one little chapter wouldn't hurt anyone. Besides, I started writing this as Megatron/Starscream, but I also began thinking about Starscream's previous lovers, and since my little Tiny Titan Cyclonus regards me with his evil grin, I couldn't resist. Enjoy and don't kill me.

Meet me at the bar, he had said. Cyclonus did exactly that, and he watched the dancers from a distance. He regarded them with crimson slits for optics, his mouth a deepset frown. This was where he was to meet the Vosian Prince? Perhaps he made a mistake. He got up to leave, but as he turned his gaze towards the door, it opened and revealed the mech he was waiting for.

The purple and blue lights lit up Starscream's shiny gray armor, put a different hue into his optics. He loved the look of him and he sat back down as the music switched from instruments humming through the speakers to a rough, audio-grating song. Starscream curled his lip up as he walked closer to the purple mech. His long, long claws rested lightly on his chest and Cyclonus gifted him with a kiss.

Starscream had been virgin when he fell for the purple mech that was cuffed and collared. But after he accepted a dangerous job, he was released and almost free to do what he desired. His job allowed him to be in places like this bar/mech club, places his former self would have enjoyed before he was arrested for murder. Who would have thought that the Prince of Vos would have fallen for such a mech as he? Certainly not Cyclonus, who had walked with his nose in the air when he saw the young Prince first begin to tail him like a lost puppy. He didn't seem to be afraid of a mech that could kill him.

Starscream was not disappointing in the berth and definitely not when Cyclonus was looking for wanted mechs and femmes, and they kept coming back for more of each other, more information, more tenderness, more interfacing. Every job Cyclonus took on, it seemed, Starscream was not very far behind. But Cyclonus was no longer looking for bounties to add to his list. Instead, he was looking for Starscream, and it wasn't very difficult. The Seeker had jumped at the opportunity to be with Cyclonus without him reeking of someone else's Energon.

Starscream took his servo and led him to the back room. He laid down on the berth, his legs bent and spread slightly. Cyclonus knelt at his pedes, his servos on his knees. "Have you been a good mech?" He curled his servo behind his knee and lifted the leg so he could kiss the side of it down to his heeled pedes. "A few days ago was the human holiday of love..."

The Prince watched him, nodding and sucking lightly on his claws. Cyclonus always used to think it was cute. "Uh-huh," he murmured. "I got your gift."

Cyclonus smiled into his lover's thigh, licking a transformation seam there. The Seeker gasped and whined. He had sent the Seeker flowers and a heart-shaped box of Energon goodies, something that the old Cyclonus would never have bought and could never have afforded. But Cyclonus had an extra lining in his subspace now and he put the credits to good use, sometimes dipping into it to buy little things to woo his Prince lover, and sometimes shovelling the contents out to buy bigger, grander things, like his new base.

Starscream was hot and eager now, Cyclonus could feel. He trembled and twitched under every touch. Cyclonus rested his servos back on his knees and he spread the Seeker's legs wide. Pink folds dripped lube, and Cyclonus pressed a claw inside.

"Not as tight as I remember," Cyclonus said lightly. He looked at the Seeker. "My precious little lover...are you seeing someone?"

"Yes," Starscream gasped. "I am..."

"Mm. And our secret is safe?" He dropped a kiss on the valve, making the Seeker jerk and arch. "It had better be closely guarded...you know how my employers get when they see I am spending too much time with others...my job doesn't allow much social interaction."

Starscream clutched at the sheets beneath him, begging through whimpers. Cyclonus had no desire to frag the Seeker just yet. He loved torturing him like this. "Megatronus doesn't know," he promised and he spread his legs, wiggling his aft as much as he could. "Please, Cyclonus..."

"Are we pressed for time?" Cyclonus sucked lightly at the back of the Seeker's knee, which was an especially sensitive spot that made the little thing writhe like a worm. He was not disappointed.

"Yes!" he gasped. "I told Megatronus that I was going to Iacon to talk to Ultra Magnus..." He blushed a light pink.

"You have multiple lovers." Cyclonus tapped a claw on his Seeker's aft. "Naughty, naughty..."

"I haven't interfaced with him," Starscream gasped. "I'm just flirting..."

"You Seekers are so filthy!" Cyclonus squeaked in mock disgust, but he did line his spike up to Starscream's valve. If he was pressed for time, he didn't want his little Seeker in trouble. "No wonder how you Seekers carry so many sparklings at a time."

Starscream didn't reply. He was too busy biting his lip and quivering at the idea of being speared. Cyclonus thrusted his hips forward and kissed the Seeker's neck. He liked being slow and gentle with the Seeker, as it got the annoyed mech to scratch down his back and leave the room with purple smudged between his thighs when Cyclonus finally picked up the pace to an unbearable speed, but he had already begun hammering his hips against the back of the Seeker's thighs. He held his legs up, his knees hooked at his shoulders and he pounded straight down, feeling the valve stretch to accept the thick intruder.

"Your Megatronus must be a big boy," Cyclonus huffed down at Starscream. The Seeker's mouth hung open and his optics were bright with the pleasure he was receiving. He enjoyed this just as much as Cyclonus enjoyed forcing him to accept whatever position he put the littler mech in.

When Cyclonus overloaded, Starscream had already came, and he pulled out slowly just to tease him. The Seeker kicked at his chest, and Cyclonus caught his pede. He kissed from heel to where the leg joined with the hip, and then he flicked the mech's valve with his glossa. The Seeker smiled and rested his claws on Cyclonus' helm.

"Maybe someday, we will have more time for you to properly clean me up," Starscream murmured and he got to his pedes. His hips swayed as he made his way to the shower and Cyclonus cleaned himself up with a rag. He replaced the sheets as he was instructed by a poster pinned to the door and he made sure everything was put back where it was before he and his lover arrived. He fluffed the pillows absently while Starscream cleaned himself.

The Seeker shouted over the roar of the water, "Do you have time to walk you home?"

Cyclonus stood in the middle of the room, looking around and he smirked at the closed door of the wash rack. "My lover, I have all the time in the world."

Starscream walked out, shiny and new. Cyclonus' face settled into the usual scowl and he wrapped his arms around the Seeker. The Prince laid his helm down on his chest.

"You know I could kill you and get the biggest bounty I have ever been offered..."

"You keep saying that and I keep not believing you." But Cyclonus knew that was false. There was a small whiff of fear that came off the Seeker and he growled lightly. "You know, Cyclonus," the Seeker whispered as he stood on tiptoe to deliver a kiss. "You're not as bad as you say."

Cyclonus kissed back slowly, pausing where he stood to think. His lips parted and he sighed into the Seeker's mouth, who made a soft noise that almost made Cyclonus drag him back to the berth. "You keep me doing what I love best."

"Fragging me?"

"Living."