Chapter 11
Starscream rapped his knuckles on the new door before putting in the code and unlocking it. He entered, shutting the door usually made for locking in prisoners behind him. He glanced at the window, now barred with energon bars, before looking down at the Seeker lying on the berth. He sat down beside her and lovingly stroked her back.
"Morning, princess." He said softly. "I brought you some energon."
She ignored him. He stood up and placed the cube on her desk before returning to her. He looked at her for a long moment before sighing.
"We need to talk. Nothing will get resolved unless we do." He paused. "I love you Dawnstar. I don't like this fighting going on between us. I just want you to be happy, safe, and smiling. I know everything has just been slag. Life can be so unfair at times."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, love?"
"Was-was he really going to shoot me yesterday?" She asked quietly, her magenta optics anxiously looking at him.
Starscream's wings lowered. "Can you sit up?"
She did so and he hugged her, holding her close. She didn't hug back, but she didn't fight him either.
"Dawnstar, I'm going to make a deal with you. It's the same deal your carrier and I made after we joined. I will tell you everything, all my secrets and life as long as you tell me yours. I will also answer any questions honestly as long as you do the same. I also promise that I will not abuse the deal and will only ask questions that will not invade your privacy. Can we make this accord?"
Dawnstar looked at him for a moment before nodding her helm. "Yeah, I can do that."
"Shake servos on it." He said as he held his servo up.
She did so, and he kissed her on the brow.
"Dawnstar, we live in a dangerous time. We are at war. And on both sides there are those who would hurt you. Megatron is not to be trusted, ever. He may be our leader, but he is not afraid to do what he thinks he must in order to win. To him you betrayed the Decepticons by interfacing with our enemies. He was going to deactivate you, but I managed to convince him that you are simply young and weren't aware of the harm your actions would cause." He paused. "You're safe. He won't hurt you as long as I'm around."
Dawnstar nodded slowly, her one arm wrapping around his waist. "Daddy, I was really scared when he did that."
"I was too." He stroked her back, cherishing this moment with her even if they were talking about sad things.
She was silent for a bit before speaking again. "Dad, are you mad you kept me?" She asked so softly.
He swallowed. "Dawnstar, let me tell you a story." He made a sound as if clearing his vocalizer. "When I was little I didn't have a good sparklinghood. My sire was deactivated when I was very young. I don't even remember him. My carrier was a Seeker femme. She ended up living with a grounder mech who was her mech-friend. He was fine at first, but then something changed in him. I don't know why, but he became violent. He would beat and rape my carrier in front of me."
Dawnstar swallowed. "Really?" She asked quietly.
He nodded. "Yeah. I was terrified. I wanted to protect her, but I was just so little. He would beat me, and my carrier would be the one to heal me. I never left that place. Never saw an actual doctor, or went to a school, or had friends. It was just me and my carrier. Well, one orbital cycle I onlined and she was gone. Poof, just gone. I still don't know what happened to her. I suspect he deactivated her and hid her frame, or she managed to run away and left me behind. I was left to be abused by him until I finally managed to escape. I lived on the streets, stealing for survival. I was beaten by those who simply didn't like me for being a Seeker, thrown in jail for taking energon, and just treated horribly. I tried to get into the Science Academy, but they rejected me simply because I was a Seeker built. They said that I was supposed to fight, not think. Being the stubborn glitchhead that I am I never gave up. I competed in races to earn Shanix and eventually they allowed me in to study why I was so damn fast." He swallowed. "I made my first friend there. His designation was Skyfire. We were inseparable. We were together a few vorns before we went off on some mission to explore new planets. Well, on one planet we became separated in a blizzard." He vented a small sigh. "I lost my friend that orbital cycle. My first and only friend just taken away from me just like that."
"I'm sorry, daddy." Dawnstar said softly.
"It gets worse. When I return to Cybertron they blamed me for it. They claimed that I murdered him simply because I was a Seeker model and therefore programmed to be deadly. They kicked me out of the Science Academy and I joined the Military Academy. I met your uncles there and after a long time of courting we finally trined. The night they took my virginity was one of the best nights of my life. I felt loved. I felt important. I felt like I actually mattered."
He paused to give her a loving squeeze. "We were together for several vorns. We did what was expected of us. We fought, we trained, we were idiots together. Young bachelors thinking that we could do what we wanted despite the law saying otherwise. Then one orbital cycle I picked up a datapad and started reading this." He unsubspaced a datapad and handed it to her. "That's the very copy I read. I managed to keep it for all these vorns."
"Towards Peace by Megatron of Tarn." She read the title out loud.
"That set me on the path I now walk. Read it sometime. Anyway, after I read that I had to meet this Megatron. I watched him fight in the gladiatorial arenas and knew he was the one I wanted to lead me to a new, brighter Cybertron where all 'bots would be equals. When Soundwave approached me and offered me a chance to work with my idol I took it. TC and I argued quite a bit, but he soon acquiesced. We helped form the Decepticons, overthrow a corrupt government, and fought for thousands of vorns. I did things that I am now ashamed of, but at the time didn't care. I was better than everyone. It was just me and my trinemates. No else mattered in this world."
He vented a tired sigh. "And then she came along. I saw her being led to slaughter. To be used to test a weapon I had created. My first thought was 'Wow, sexy femme. I want to frag that aft all night long.' I pulled her aside and made her my slave. I put a collar on her and led her away, threatening her on the first orbital cycle and hurting her by pulling on the chain. I brought her to the Nemesis, and that first night I took her virginity. I raped her, she begged me not to, I didn't listen. It was about me. I was the important one. She was an Autobot. She was inferior. I kept taking her. I shared her with my trinemates, I was rough with her, I hit her if she didn't listen, I shouted at her, I beat her with a metal rod, I chained her, I did horrible things to her."
"But then one orbital cycle she plugged my wires back in and had me secretly spark her. She was so desperate to escape the abuse she was willing to go behind my back and risk being punished. When I learned she was sparked I was… I was pissed, I was upset, but mostly I was scared."
"Why were you scared?" Dawnstar asked.
"Think about it. You have lived as long as I have, and I'm quite an old slagger, and you only ever have to worry about yourself and occasionally your two aftheaded trinemates. And then you are told that you are going to be a sire when you never planned for it, never even thought about it. I didn't know what to do. I had no knowledge on it, and I certainly couldn't use my sparklinghood as an example. No, it was like… it was like being told that I was an expert in some field of science that I had never even heard of and was ordered to educate an entire alien race about it with no datapads or even pictures for help. I was stressing out. I thought that maybe if I got rid of the sparkling I could just keep being a selfish aft and live my life as I wanted to. After all, I was the only one who mattered. But TC knew me better than I knew myself. He just knew that I would be better off with a sparkling. That I had always wanted a sparkling even though I didn't know that. So, I kept the sparkling. I did some research, but I think that only frightened me more so."
He paused to kiss her on the brow. "I couldn't frag your carrier when you were in her. I actually had to stop hurting her and that's when I saw her for what a perfect, beautiful, and amazing femme she was. I was scared of those new feelings and just sort of rode through the emotions to see where they would take me. I was helm over peds for her in no time, but I hid it. I felt weak because of it. I didn't want to lose respect or my position. Things were just crazy for me."
He looked at her and smiled. "And then you showed up. I was in a meeting with Megatron when I got the call that Moonstar was in labor. I flew in alt. mode through the corridors to medbay. When I got there I was freaking out, but, again, I hid it. Skywarp didn't. He honestly believed that Moonstar was going to deactivate. Anyway, as I stood there watching Hook work, he told me to be there to catch you when you came out. I was like 'hell no!' but he made me do it anyway. Moonstar was crying in pain, I was beginning to really freak out, and then I was holding you. Primus, you were so tiny and fragile. Just this little, special, femmling there in my servos. And then it struck me. I had helped to create this perfect, innocent, and beautiful sparkling. This new life was because of me. It was part of me. And I was awestruck. I couldn't believe that I had ever wanted to destroy such a thing. I just… I knew that this was the greatest thing to ever enter my life. A tiny, delicate, helpless sparkling. I couldn't get enough of you. I didn't fly for over an orn. I just stayed in the hab suite with you and your carrier." He chuckled. "The first time you cried was when we were recharging together that first night. I thought I had rolled over and crushed you and was in a complete panic. Moonstar assured me that you were simply low on fuel. I was still terrified."
"I remember when your optics onlined for the first time. It was the first time you smiled. I hated leaving you to go to work, to leave for battles, for-" He swallowed. "I hated leaving you. I was so proud when you took your first steps, when your first word was my designation, just everything you did. I loved every astrosecond spent with you. You became my new reason to live, to fight. And the more time I spent with you and your carrier the more I loved her and you. I should have never waited so long to join with her, but I was a coward about that as well. I was shaking so hard before our ceremony." He was quiet for a moment. "That night, when we were consummating, she told me that she had forgiven me of everything I had done to her. I couldn't believe it. Why would anyone forgive me of all of that? I still haven't forgiven myself. She told me she never wanted to talk about the past ever again and that we would just move on and concentrate on raising you. We later agreed that we would tell you about all of this when we felt you were ready. I didn't feel like you were ready, and I apologize if I hurt you by doing so. I was just trying to protect you."
Dawnstar was quiet for a bit before speaking. "But, I was still an accident?"
"To me, yes. But not for your carrier. She wanted you, she planned for you, and after you came you were no longer an accident for me. I felt as if I had always planned for you. I never realized how much I had wanted a daughter until the moment I first held you." He vented a sigh. "There is more to that story, but you may not want to hear it." He smiled faintly. "'Gross stuff' between your carrier and I as we figured out our new relationship. We took our time, and it was painfully obvious that we were meant to be." He was silent for a moment. "I never wanted her to deactivate. I loved her so much. I never knew I was capable of that kind of love. I am not the same mech I was prior to meeting her. Prior to becoming a sire. You and Moonstar changed my world. And I am glad for it."
They sat in silence for a few astroseconds, Dawnstar processing everything her sire had told her. She looked up at him.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetspark?"
"You-you don't hate me, right? After what I did?" She asked so softly.
He didn't answer immediately. "I could never hate you. I love you Dawnstar, even if you push me away. I am hurt and upset about some of the decisions who've made, but that's only because I worry about you and don't want you to be hurt. I apologize if I ever went about it wrong when trying to teach you about the dangers of this world. Again, I don't know what the slag I'm doing." He paused. "For now on, if you feel I am not doing something right, please tell me. Tell me if I am scaring you, or if I am not getting through properly. My entire point in life right now is to help you and protect you. I've been in this fragged up world for a very long time and know quite a bit. Well, everything until it comes to raising a sparkling. That was all guess work."
He eyed his daughter for a moment before speaking. "What's going on in your helm?"
She shrugged. "It's just a lot to take in. I just… I don't know."
He kissed the top of her helm. "I know. I would angry at me if I was you. Just take your time to process all of this. And remember: You can come and talk to me about anything. I love you, princess, and I just want to help you and protect you."
"I just wish mom was here. I miss her so much." She said slowly as her optics started to turn white with static.
"I know, sweetspark. I miss her, too. I wish I had been faster. I wish I had done things different. We just gotta do what she would want us to do."
"Why did she have to get deactivated? Why couldn't she have lived?!" She said suddenly breaking down, clinging to her sire as she cried into his chest plates.
He held her close, stroking her back. "I know, princess. I ask myself the same questions every orbital cycle." He said softly, trying not to cry. He had to be strong for her.
She just cried as he held her, wishing he could take away all of her pain and make everything right.
Starscream palmed open the door to Megatron's office and entered. Once the door shut his wings immediately lowered. He stood near the front of the desk and swallowed.
"I am upholding my end of the bargain, Megatron." He said in an almost normal voice.
"That you are." Megatron smiled as he stood and approached the Seeker. "And I shall do my part."
Megatron grasped his Seeker's shoulders and turned him around. Starscream offered no resistance, just allowed him to do as he pleased. The ebony servos touched him all over, massaging him, groping him, pleasuring him. Starscream's servos wrung as he looked ahead, trembling all over. Megatron smiled as he felt the Seeker's frame shake so.
"We will have to be careful, Lord Megatron."
"About?"
"We cannot risk anyone finding out about… this. If anyone knew we were interfacing…"
"What? What would they do? There are already rumors concerning our relationship. How would being frag partners change anything?"
"We are not frag partners. Both parties consent in that type of relationship."
"You consented. You told me that I could take you. Therefore, we are frag partners. I never fragged you until you said I could. I am not raping you." Megatron pointed out, never ceasing his caressing.
"It feels like you're raping me. Ouch!" He yelped when Megatron smacked his aft.
"Stop complaining."
"You just slapped my aft." Starscream said almost shocked as he looked back at him with wide optics.
"You were complaining."
Starscream's optics narrowed. "We still need to stay quiet about this. Not everyone will be so accepting about it."
"You are only concerned for your pride. You don't want everyone to know that you sold yourself to me to save your whoring brat." He gave a dry chuckle. "Like carrier, like daughter, like sire. You three are perfect for each other. Using your frames to achieve a goal."
"Moonstar was never a whore. She was a virgin when I took her."
"Hmm,"
"It would be in everyone's best interests if we kept this only between us." Starscream continued.
"That will be difficult with your screaming."
"I was in shock. I won't scream from now on."
"Mhmm," Megatron grunted as he began to touch the delicate wings.
"I also expect you to get your checkup. If we are going to do this I don't need an ITV or anything else. EEEGGRR!" He growled when Megatron bent the tip of his wing.
"Don't speak to me so." Megatron said dangerously.
"I am only concerned for your health."
"Sure you are." He grunted sarcastically as he forced Starscream to bend over slightly.
Starscream swallowed, his trembling increased knowing that the time had come. Megatron cupped his codpiece until it folded away, his valve ready. Megatron's own codpiece slid aside, his spike prepared to enter. The tyrant's strong arms wrapped around the Seeker's waist, holding him firmly just before he entered. Starscream jumped as he yelped, Megatron holding him in place. The ex-gladiator immediately set a fast, hard, and painful pace, making the Air Commander gasp in pain from every thrust. His blue servos lowered to rest over Megatron's, his frame curling in itself. Megatron thrust all the way to the hilt, brutally pounding into his air marshall.
Starscream leaned back, pressing against Megatron's front as he gasped for cooler air, his systems already overheating. His mouth open as he just gasped in rhythm to the thrusts, unable to fight back or do anything else.
It hurt, and every so often he yelped, but he didn't scream, didn't cry. A few coolant tears leaked down his cheekplates, some static in the blood red optics. He growled painfully when his overload came, his denta clenching as Megatron filled him with his fluids.
The Seeker panted, leaning forward, submissive and quiet. Megatron started up again, and he continued his pained gasps.
"I don't need a chaperone." Dawnstar grunted as she crossed her arms.
"Yes, you do." Starscream replied as he messed with a small device.
"Dad, I won't run away again."
He looked back at her. "I want to believe that. I truly do. But you need to earn my trust again. I love you, princess. I just want to keep you safe."
"Dad, please don't put that on me." She said a little softer.
"I don't want to either, sweetie. Once you prove to me that you won't fly away I will destroy it." He said quietly as he approached her with the device. "Please, turn around."
"Daddy…"
"It won't be forever. I don't want to do this. I really don't."
"Then don't."
"I promised Moonstar that I would protect you, and I am doing just that. Please, turn around."
Dawnstar's optics narrowed, but she did as her sire commanded. He took the device and clamped it on one of her wings. Gently, he folded her wings back and clamped them together. His optics had static in them as he did the deed.
"Does it hurt?" He asked softly.
"No." She said quietly.
He stepped in front of her and lifted her helm by the chin. He kissed her on the brow between the optics.
"I love you, princess. You're my world. My everything. I will gladly get deactivated if it meant keeping you safe."
Her optics were turning white with static, a coolant tear running down her cheekplates. He wiped it away with his thumb as he still held her mandible.
He vented a small sigh. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"I don't think you need to do this." She said softly, soft sobs beginning to break free from her vocalizer.
"I'm sorry, princess. Just prove to me that you won't ever run away again and the wing inhibitor, the energy bars, the security door, all of it will be gone." He kissed her brow again. "I love you, Dawn. My precious princess."
She wiped away the coolant tears, not looking at him. He pressed his brow against hers, his optics momentarily offlining.
"You're a lot like your carrier, you know that?" He said softly.
She managed a faint smile. "But everyone says I look, walk, talk, and act like you."
He smiled back. "You do, but your carrier is also there. You certainly have her stubbornness."
"You're the stubborn one."
"I think we are all stubborn." He kissed her brow again. "She loved you so much. She would want you to smile even though she is gone." He said so softly.
Dawnstar nodded her helm slowly, more coolant tears leaking out. She lost control and started to cry hard, suddenly hugging him as she wailed into his chest plates. He held her close, kissing her on the top of the helm.
"Just let it out, princess. I miss her, too. We all do." He said in almost a whisper, a few coolant tears leaking from his optics.
Several Orbital Cycles Later:
"Kalis is still heavily guarded. The Autobots seem determined to keep it. There appears-"
Megatron wasn't paying attention as he did most times his Second gave his report. He just looked at that perfectly curved frame, now knowing exactly what it felt like to hold and frag. He enjoyed fragging his little Seeker. Everything was perfect for fragging, his valve, waist, moans, pained gasps, everything. It was a welcome change to the constant boring slag between battles. Plus, the air marshall was behaving better than ever. Megatron had heard that Seekers would sometimes use interfacing as a way to dominate and control subordinates, at least in trines, and it seemed to be working on the little pain-in-the-aft.
He didn't care about the pain he caused the Seeker. He enjoyed doing what he pleased to him and that was all that mattered. Starscream had it coming anyway, being a treacherous, little slagheap.
"I also suggest that we-"
"Lean over the table." Megatron suddenly ordered.
Starscream paused. "M-my lord?" He asked slowly.
"Lean over the table. "Megatron repeated, gesturing his servo for Starscream to do so.
"Sir, we already had our session this morning. I thought we were just keeping it once an orbital cycle. We've done that for almost an orn now."
"Well, I want to go again. Lean over the table." He said a little harsher.
"Please, can't we keep it to once an orbital cycle?" He asked in almost a whisper. "I-I am low on fuel and don't think-"
"Than you should be refueling properly. Now, lean." He snapped the last part.
Starscream's wings lowered. He placed his datapad on the table as he stood. The Seeker walked to the side of the table so that he was between the two chairs, and placed his servos over the top where there were colorful holograms. He leaned forward, trembling as Megatron stood. He touched the Seeker's frame and it instinctively reacted in preparing his valve, having been conditioned to the harsh servos' cruel purpose. His codpiece folded away and he offlined his optics. Megatron quickly entered him and set up his usual fast, painful, and fierce humping. Starscream gasped painfully, his servos tearing at the tabletop before him. Megatron's servos gripped his waist tighter, slightly denting it as he held him in place.
"My lord," He managed between his pained gasps. "Please, don't-ah make this a regular thing. I-ah don't have the fuel to do it so often."
"As I said before: Refuel properly." He grunted.
"I have-ah been having difficulties of late regarding consuming proper amounts-ah of energon."
"See Hook and have it fixed."
"It isn't that simple. Ah, ah, if we are to have more than one session-ah I will require an energon cube. Ah, otherwise I don't think-ah I will be much use to you."
"Hmm, I will be sure to keep some on servo, then. But I still will frag you as I please."
"Understood." Starscream said softly.
"What else was on your report?"
"Sir?"
"You were reading your report to me. Continue."
Starscream swallowed. He reach forward and grabbed his datapad, having to slide it across the table until he could pick it up. He place it before him and tried his best to read as he was thrust into, a pained gasp escaping his vocalizer every so often.
Megatron just kept humping, still not entirely paying attention. He knew what he was going to do for these meetings for now on.
An Orn Later:
Starscream sat on his couch in the entertainment room, his elbows resting on his knees as he held his helm. He was looking at nothing in particular, just thinking. He didn't even move when Skywarp was suddenly sitting on the couch beside him.
"Hey, Screamer!" Skywarp smiled before kissing his trineleader on the cheekplates. "Watcha doing?!"
"Hmm," Starscream just shrugged, not looking at his brother.
"Soooooooooo, wanna bond? We haven't in a while, and you are looking hot." He smiled as he scooted closer.
"I don't know…" He said softly.
Skywarp gripped his trineleader's codpiece and started to rub over it. Starscream bit his glossa, not wanting to whimper. He was still sore there from interfacing with Megatron just a joor ago. Skywarp's optics narrowed when he didn't get a reaction from the tri colored Seeker. He opened his mouth and stuck his glossa out, licking across Starscream's cheekplates. Starscream glared at him from the corner of his optic, but did nothing more. Skywarp's wings lowered.
"You alright, Star?" He asked gently.
"Just tired, 'Warp."
"Do you need to refuel? Want me to get you some energon?"
"No, I'm just tired. I refueled not long ago."
Skywarp swallowed. "Did you and Dawn get in another fight?"
He shook his helm slowly. "No, just other stuff. Where's TC?"
"He's on his way. He should be here soon."
He nodded his helm. Skywarp tilted his helm to the side.
"You're sad."
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not. Hug, now." Skywarp ordered as he spread his arms out.
Starscream offered his trinemate a faint smile before he hugged him back. Skywarp squeezed tightly, as if his hug could cure all of Starscream's troubles.
"MmmmmmMMM!" He hummed as he hugged Starscream. "Feel better?"
"A bit."
"Course you do. I give the best hugs."
"Yes, you certainly do."
"I'm here." Thundercracker announced as he walked through the front door. "What's up?"
"Screamer is sad and is in need of hugs! Quick, get in on this!" Skywarp exclaimed.
"I'm coming." Thundercracker said as he walked over. "What's wrong, sweetspark?"
"Just tired." Starscream said softly, Skywarp still clinging to him.
"Have you refueled?"
"A bit ago."
"That's good. Nothing bad happened, right? You and Dawn haven't argued, have you?"
"No, I just… I just am having a bad orbital cycle."
"Want me to make it better?" Skywarp smiled. "TC is here so we can get started on some good ol' bonding! Scree is in the middle."
Starscream swallowed. "I don't feel like bonding, 'Warp."
"Why not?" Skywarp said as he finally released his trinemate to look him in the optics.
"I just… Don't."
"You always feel like bonding, Star." Thundercracker said as he crossed his arms. "What's wrong?"
Starscream bit his lower lip plate. He couldn't tell them the truth, that was out of the question. No, he would have to make something up. Something believable. He wanted to be with his trinemates, but he was simply in too much pain and drained of all his energy. He hadn't bonded with them in almost three decacycles, a very long time for them to go between sessions.
"I saw Hook earlier and he gave me a checkup. My systems are still not right so he wants me to avoid interfacing for a while until things get back to normal. Just precautions."
"Since when do you ever listen to Hook?" Thundercracker grunted.
"Since I haven't been feeling well."
"You'll get better, Star. Things have just been slag, but now with Dawnstar somewhat under control things will get better."
"Yeah, maybe…" Starscream said softly.
"Yeah, it's not like things could get worse." Skywarp replied as he snuggled closer to Starscream.
Starscream swallowed. "Hopefully."
"Since I can't frag you, I'm gonna hug you, and squeeze you, and kiss you, and pet you, and call you 'mine.'" Skywarp purred as he did just that.
Starscream smiled faintly at his adorable trinemate. If only he knew how filthy his trineleader was. Especially since he had been taken not long ago by a grounder who did not care for him. Only wanted a frag toy, just as Starscream had once been to Moonstar.
Definitely poetic justice…
Starscream lowered his wings and twisted himself around best he could, a servo reaching above his shoulder to touch the mandible of the tyrant. They locked lip plates over the Seeker's wing, the Air Commander moaning into his mouth as he was thrust into. Megatron's arms wrapped firmly around the thin waist, holding his Seeker close.
Starscream was learning how to play this game. How to pretend he enjoyed it, how to pleasure his superior, and how to control his pained cries. The more he acted like he enjoyed it, the less violent Megatron was towards him. Starscream was manipulative in everything, even interfacing, and he still stubbornly refused to allow Megatron to be victorious in anything.
Their frames were dangerously overheated, their overload about to burst through their systems. Megatron's chest piece folded away, and he reached up and grasped at the Seeker's. Starscream had to order his to part, exposing his pulsing spark. The energy tendrils reached out and wrapped around each other, sharing energy and power between the sparks. Starscream's glossa was darting in and out of Megatron's mouth, every so often stopping to play with his superior's glossa. The Seeker moaned so beautifully as Megatron managed to somehow thrust even harder, despite it already being so ferocious, as their overload neared.
Their mouths parted to growl and gasp through their overload as excess energy coursed through their systems, their sparks angrily bonding together as Megatron filled his Second with his fluids.
Starscream panted as he leaned against the broad chest of the ex-gladiator, his helm lolled to the side to be near Megatron's shoulder. Megatron was so warm, not something his hot systems needed. He looked up and saw those uncaring, blood red optics glaring down at him. He kept his gaze for a few astroseconds before looking ahead, still panting heavily.
"That was the twelve overload, Mighty Megatron." Starscream managed between pants.
"And?" Megatron smiled, still holding his Seeker close.
Starscream panted a few more times before answering. "I am ever your humble and willing servant."
"Hmm," Megatron grunted as he placed his chin on the top of Starscream helm. "I kind of want to go for another."
"My systems cannot handle another overload. I'm a flyer. Most of my energy reserves are for flight, not hard labor or excessive interfacing. I need to rest, Lord Megatron."
"Not even one more?"
Starscream reached between his legs and grabbed his superior. Megatron hissed when he was squeezed, but pulled out as the Seeker had made clear what he wanted. He released the flyer, allowing him to take a few steps forward. Starscream fluttered his wings just as he always did after too many overloads to removed the excess energy from his wings.
Starscream sat down on Megatron's berth, the two having moved their sessions to the tyrant's quarters as well as his office, the Conference Room, and on occasion the Control Room when no one was around.
Starscream leaned back, his servos supporting him as he cooled off. His optics narrowed.
"I feel like this place needs a new paintjob. Perhaps some reds." He commented, his wings fluttering briefly.
"I think it is fine the way it is." Megatron grunted as he filled an energon cube at the dispenser.
"No imagination. This is why you need me."
"I do not 'need' you, Starscream. Your presence is more for show than for an actual purpose."
"Keep telling yourself that. If not for me the Decepticons wouldn't be where they are now."
Megatron sat beside the Seeker and handed him a filled cube. Starscream took it and immediately started to drink. Megatron watched him guzzle it down and then set the empty cube aside. Starscream was still panting, his optics dim from lack of fuel. Megatron handed him his cube, causing the Seeker to raise an optical ridge.
"My lord?"
"You obviously haven't been refueling properly." The tyrant grunted.
"I'm fine. Not that you care."
"Take it, Starscream. It's rare enough when I'm nice to you."
Starscream's wings twitched, but he accepted the proffered cube. Just as quickly as the last one, he downed it, setting the empty cube aside.
"I must return to my work." Starscream said after a bit as he stood. "I do hope I don't have to see you until the next session. Or, better yet, never again."
"Careful, Starscream. My good mood after interfacing only lasts so long." Megatron warned, his optics narrowed.
Starscream placed his servos on his hips. "I hate you."
Megatron smirked. "The sentiment is mutual."
"Well, at least we can agree on something." Starscream sardonically replied before pivoting on a thruster heel and walking out, Megatron's optics watching that pert aft.
The Next Orbital Cycle:
Starscream sat on the coach in the entertainment room wiping away coolant tears. His optics were white with static and wings lowered. He heard the front door open and his optics offlined as he quickly tried to hide the evidence of his tears.
"Hey, Starscream." Thundercracker greeted as he approached, his angle not allowing him to see his trinemate's face. "Everything alright with you?"
Starscream swallowed. "Yeah, things are fine." He tried to sound normal.
Thundercracker knew him too well and caught the slight change in his vocalizer. He vented a sigh and circled around the couch. Starscream looked away as the blue Seeker sat beside him.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly.
"Nothing." Starscream replied quietly.
"Something's wrong. I know you, Star. I can hear it in your vocalizer. You've been crying. What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Star, look at me."
Starscream didn't respond, just kept his helm turned, looking away. Thundercracker's optics narrowed some.
"Star, please look at me." Nothing. Thundercracker reached forward and grabbed Starscream's mandible and made him look at him. His optics narrowed more so. "I know Megatron's fist mark when I see it. This isn't that. Who punched you?"
Starscream jerked his helm away and placed a servo over his damaged faceplates. He didn't say anything, didn't move.
"She did it, didn't she? What was it for this time?" Thundercracker demanded.
"We just got in a bit of an argument." Starscream said softly.
"About?"
"Everything." He said so softly.
"And, let me guess, you did nothing to her."
"She's angry at me. I understand. She'll calm down eventually."
"Like slag she will." Thundercracker growled as he got to his peds and stomped towards the stairs.
Starscream wings raised in curiosity. "Where are you going?"
"To deal with the issue." Thundercracker grumbled.
Starscream's wings twitched before his optics widened. He leaped to his peds and bolted up the stairs just as he heard Dawnstar yelling for Thundercracker to leave her room. He rushed over as he saw Thundercracker dragging a fighting Dawnstar out by her arm.
"TC, don't!" Starscream ordered as he quickly approached. "Let me handle her."
"No, Starscream! This is ridiculous! If you won't do anything about her treating you like slag than I will!" Thundercracker snapped.
"Let go of me!" Dawnstar screamed as she kicked at him.
"TC, please, let me handle her." Starscream said as he started to reach for his daughter.
Thundercracker suddenly pushed Starscream backwards and into Dawnstar's berthroom. Starscream was too weak from low energy to fight him back, especially with how strong the blue Seeker was. Thundercracker quickly shut and locked the door, leaving the Air Commander stuck within. Starscream clawed at the door, desperate to find a way to get through, but it was impossible. He had made sure that there was no way Dawnstar could escape from her room, so there was no way he could either.
He helplessly listened as he heard them arguing, mostly Thundercracker roaring to her about her poor attitude and that she couldn't treat Starscream like that. He heard more struggling, then his spark dropped. Dawnstar's pained cries following the sound of her aft being struck by a metal switch. Starscream's optics were white with static, hearing his precious femmling suffer. He paced around the room, servos wringing, wanting nothing more than to break through and save her. He was in a panic, stressing himself sick as her shrieks of pain continued.
It was almost a breem before the horrible sounds ceased and the door was unlocked. Dawnstar rushed in bawling and ran to her sire. He held her close as she cried into his chest piece.
"I'm here, princess. He won't touch you again. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He said gently as he hugged her.
"She had it coming." Thundercracker snapped as he subspaced his metal switch. "She treats you worse than slag, Star. She is not going to get away with it anymore."
Starscream glared more than just daggers at his trinemate. "Get out." He growled with gritted denta.
"Star, you can't keep treating her like a sparkling! She needs to grow up and act her age!"
"Maintenance duty." Starscream snapped. "You are to clean out the waste pits until they are immaculate. No help, and only using a washcloth."
"What!? That will take decacycles!"
"Exactly."
"Starscream, you are being ridiculous! Your little, whoring brat is-"
"I gave you an order, Thundercracker." He growled.
"You are making me clean out the waste pits just for giving your daughter a few swats on her aft?"
"It wasn't a few. You disobeyed my orders, you struck and hurt my daughter, and you locked a superior officer in a room. If not for being my trinemate I would have you executed for striking my daughter alone."
Thundercracker's fists were shaking with fury at his sides. Starscream's wings raised, adamant in his decision. Dawnstar was softly sobbing now, clinging to her sire as she listened to them argue.
"I will inform Hotlink and his trine so that they can make sure you carry out your punishment." He paused. "Attend to it now, Thundercracker. Don't force me to add to your sentence."
Thundercracker was engulfed in raw, unadulterated fury. "You are the reason why all this is complete slag! You won't do what needs to be done to fix it! Just-Argh!" He punched the wall before stomping away.
Starscream held his creation closer, lovingly stroking her back. "I'm sorry that happened, princess. I'm sorry I wasn't able to stop him. It won't happen again." He kissed her on the brow. "I'm so sorry about all of this slag."
Dawnstar didn't say anything. Just held onto him as she softly sobbed.
"He's being an absolute idiot!" Thundercracker exclaimed angrily as he scrubbed the floor of one of the massive waste pits. "Why does he think pampering and spoiling that little brat will solve anything? Why!?"
"Maybe he feels violence isn't the answer." Sunstorm shrugged.
"I would agree with your statement if it wasn't for the fact he tells us to kill." Bitstream pointed out.
"Have you guys tried talking it out?" Hotlink inquired.
Thundercracker vented a sigh before he looked up at him. "I have tried so many times but he is such a stubborn glitchhead. Once he makes a decision its that way for life."
The trinemates all exchanged glances as they thought, standing beside the blue Seeker on his servos and knees. Thundercracker was absolutely filthy, having only been cleaning for a few breems and making very little progress with his dirty cloth and bucket of soapy water.
"When was the last time you guys interfaced?" Bitstream asked.
Thundercracker sighed. "Before Dawnstar was captured by the Autobots. But even before that our bonding sessions were being spread further and further apart. We used to do it every other orbital cycle, now it is once an orn or even less."
"That's not good." Sunstorm said.
"You think?" Thundercracker grunted sarcastically.
"Try to interface with him tonight. Maybe it will help." Hotlink shrugged.
"'Warp and I tried to interface with him the other orbital cycle. He said that Hook said to refrain from interfacing due to his health. You know how it's been gradually decreasing with his refusal to refuel properly."
"He can't be that sick."
Thundercracker shrugged. "I don't know. I think I'll go and talk to Hook about it. See what I can do to help."
"Do that. Maybe Hook has some good suggestions for getting Star back on the right track."
"Might even be able to provide programs to help with the depression." Bitstream added.
"Yeah, he needs to be on something. It's getting pretty bad." Thundercracker said softly.
"Well then, you have a plan. Talk to Hook, figure out what's going on, and try to bond with him once he is healthy enough. And try to make it like it's your first time again. Maybe he just needs to be reminded why you guys trined." Hotlink instructed.
Thundercracker nodded as he cleaned his cloth in the soapy water. "Yeah, I'll do that. But the issue still remains of what to do with Dawnstar."
"Sparkling steps. We cross one bridge at a time. Get your relationship with your trine back in order, and then concentrate on Dawnstar."
Thundercracker vented a tired sigh. "I just wish he was well. He must feel awful if he can't even interface."
"Ah, ah, ah, you're, ah, an aft." Starscream managed between his pained gasps as he lied on his back on a console in the Control Room.
"Not as much as you." Megatron grunted as he thrust into his Second, pounding him into the console as he gripped his waist.
Starscream reached forward and grabbed Megatron's mandible, pulling it down so he could capture his lip plates. Their glossas were soon playing together as the Air Commander wrapped his arms around the tyrant's helm. Starscream moaned into his superior's mouth, trying to control his pained cries. A couple of coolant tears leaked from his optics, but otherwise he did well to hide his suffering.
Megatron's chest piece folded away, and Starscream had to make his do the same. Their sparks' energy interconnected before their epic climax erupted through their systems causing them to break the kiss and growl with gritted denta.
Starscream rested his brow against Megatron's as the two panted in each others visages, their heated exhales beating against their faceplates. After a bit Megatron pulled out of his Seeker, eliciting a pained gasp from him.
Megatron grabbed his Second and pulled him off the console to stand before him. Starscream gasped again when he was forcefully entered, Megatron's arms wrapping around his waist. Starscream curled in himself as he was brutally thrust into, his frame being jerked with the painful humping. He finally managed to straighten himself out and lean against Megatron's broad chest, gasping in rhythm with the thrusts. He lowered his wings, twisted his frame slightly, and grabbed Megatron's mandible to kiss over the wing.
As desired, Megatron's thrusting eased up ever so slightly now since he had to also draw attention to kissing his Second back. Starscream's glossa was playing with his, a few more coolant tears leaking out as he just moaned into the ex-gladiator's mouth.
The only sounds in the room were of their frames clanging together, Starscream's moans and pained gasps, and Megatron's pants and occasional grunts. Starscream's one servo gripped Megatron's wrist, squeezing from the pain. Megatron's chest piece folded away after a bit, Starscream's following suite. Once again they spark bonded as they overloaded, their kissing stopped to cry out.
As always, Megatron started right back up with thrusting into his Seeker. Starscream panted and gasped for a bit before kissing his leader again. His glossa lapping at the inside of Megatron's mouth, his blue servo holding the strong chin. Megatron's optics offlined, just feeling his Seeker as he thrust into him, kissed him, and held him in such a way. Starscream noticed. The Seeker retracted his glossa back into his mouth and bit down on Megatron's lower lip plate. Hard.
Megatron's optic's widened as he jerked his helm back, Starscream not releasing for quite a bit. The tyrant reached up and touched his lip plate, only to see energon over his fingertips. He turned slowly to Starscream and glared.
"You said you wanted to keep it 'interesting' and not 'boring.'" Starscream replied matter-of-factly as he leaned against the silver grounder, his helm lolled back against the broad chest.
"I did…" Megatron said slowly as he finished wiping away his leaking energon.
"Just doing my part."
"Perhaps you shouldn't be so violent."
"Ha! Oh, that's a good one." Starscream said sarcastically. "You're the one raping me."
"You consented."
"I still don't want to be doing this. I hate you. I hate interfacing with you. I do not get pleasure from this. It hurts. All of it. I know you still haven't gotten a checkup from Hook. I'm exhausted every orbital cycle because you keep overloading me too much. I'm a flyer model, not a grounder. I can only handle so much. And you are forcing these sessions more than once an orbital cycle." He paused to vent a tired sigh. "And I hate you."
"I believe you said that you were mine in 'every way.' Well, you are mine. And that means I can do what I want to you. Our deal was that I leave your brat alone and in exchange I can do as I please with you and frag you. Don't complain when you never made specifications."
"Frag you." Starscream grunted.
"I'm already fragging you."
"I know something we can do to make these sessions 'interesting.' How about I top?"
"No."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it. You can stick spike me."
"No."
"Be that way."
"Just shut up." Megatron grunted as resumed his humping.
"You shut up."
"Starscream…"
"Yes?"
"You're trying my patience."
"Ah, I try everyone's patience."
"Do you always talk so much while interfacing?" Megatron grunted.
"Do you always stick it in too small holes? Ouch!" Starscream yelped when his wingtip was bent.
"Careful, Starscream." Megatron said ominously.
"You be careful."
"Just… shut up."
"Can we take-ah a break? I'm feeling a little dizzy."
"Are you really or just saying that."
"Really. I-ah didn't refuel this morning."
"You can refuel after our session."
Starscream's optics narrowed. He twisted himself and once again captured Megatron's lip plates in a kiss, now a little sweeter since some energon was still there. He moaned into his leader's mouth, just wanting this torture to end.
They overloaded several more times and were working on their eighth when the door suddenly opened.
"Hey, yo, Soundwave, I got the-" Blitzwing stopped, his optics wide behind his visor and jaw stupidly hanging as he gaped. "The-the… So, the rumors are true…?"
Starscream's optics widened when he heard the triplechanger's vocalizer. He jerked his helm away from kissing Megatron and stared at Blitzwing like a deer in the headlights. He started to tremble, embarrassed and terrified to have been caught.
Megatron only spared Blitzwing a quick glance before returning his concentration to humping his Second. Starscream couldn't remove his optics, pressing himself against Megatron as if he could just disappear in the silver plates.
"You-you guys do frag? I thought-I thought it was all a myth or something. Wait, were you cheating on Moonstar?"
Starscream's optics narrowed. "Don't you dare speak about this! You never saw us! Do you hear me?! You say anything and I will tear out your spark chamber! I will end you! They'll have to scrape your remains off the ground! There won't be enough of you to recycle! You will be-mhmmmmhghmmgmgMHGRRRGMGHRMMRGM!"
Starscream kept shouting as Megatron covered his mouth, tired of hearing the Seeker shriek. Starscream kicked Megatron's shin guard as his servos tried to remove Megatron's servo from his mouth. Megatron simply continued in his thrusting as if nothing was happening.
Blitzwing took a step back. "Oh, so it's that type of relationship."
Starscream's optics narrowed before trying to brutally murder the triplechanger. Megatron didn't have any trouble holding him in place, still pretending nothing unusual was happening.
Starscream bit Megatron's servo, hard, making the tyrant hiss in pain as he jerked his servo away. Starscream didn't waste anytime.
"Speak and you're dead! DEAD, BLITZWING! You mention this to anyone and I will put you through such a hell you will be cursing your own carrier for bringing you into this world! I will melt you down and use your frame to make waste tank cleaning brushes! I'll-"
Megatron roughly grabbed Starscream's mouth and silenced him. Starscream just glared murderously at Blitzwing as he was painfully thrust into.
Blitzwing took another step back. "I won't say a word, Starscream, Commander, sir! I-I'm sorry I walked in on you two. I just-wow, I thought it was all a lie. I-I, um, I'll go now."
The triplechanger turned and ran away, the door closing behind him. Starscream continued glaring at the door, even after Megatron removed his servo from his mouth. Starscream finally leaned back against Megatron's chest and softly gasped as he was humped.
He just submitted to his fate, silently thinking to himself. Then, he reached between his legs and grabbed Megatron.
"What are you-nnnnrrrgh!" Megatron growled when Starscream squeezed him tightly.
"I need a break. Just a couple of kliks, please, Lord Megatron. I'm feeling dizzy again." Starscream said tiredly.
Megatron grunted in annoyance but pulled out anyway. Starscream stepped away and fluttered his wings before sitting on a chair. He cycled air, cooling himself off as a servo held his helm.
"You don't have any energon on you, do you?" Starscream inquired.
"It's not my job to sparkling-sit you." Megatron grunted.
Starscream's wings twitched. "Well then, I guess we are finishing this at your place. I need energon to continue and there is none here. And if I don't get any soon you will have to carry me."
"I'm not carrying you."
"Then let's not waste any time." Starscream said as he unsubspaced a towel and began to clean himself.
Once he had finished, he handed the towel to Megatron who quickly wiped himself clean as well. Starscream stood and raised his wings before walking out of the Control Room, Megatron right behind him.
Thundercracker trudged to the medbay, exhausted from cleaning the waste pits all orbital cycle - not that he got much done. He would be laboring at that task for quite some time. At least Hotlink and his trine were there to give him some company.
The blue Seeker palmed open the door and entered. It didn't take him long to locate the medic.
"Hey, Hook," Thundercracker greeted as he approached the mentioned Constructicon who was in the midst of replacing an arm on a medically induced stasis locked mech.
"Ah, just the mech I wanted to see." Hook said casually as he put down his work and turned to face the Seeker. "Well, not exactly. I actually want to see Bonecrusher because he borrowed some Shanix from me and hasn't paid me back and I feel the need to dissect him. But, that is my problem. You're the patient."
"Um, right, well, I just have some questions regarding Starscream."
Hook looked at him for a long moment. "I do too."
"What do you mean?"
"I haven't seen Starscream in my medbay for quite some time. Last time he was here was when you delivered the news about finding Dawnstar."
Thundercracker's optics narrowed as he gave Hook a confused look. "That was orns ago. He told me that he has been seeing you on a regular basis."
"I can assure you he has not."
"He told me that you told him that he was too weak to be interfacing."
"I did not. In fact, I think two or three overloads every other orbital cycle might help with his depression, but not too many due to his lack of energy."
"He said something very different." Thundercracker almost growled.
"Don't shoot the messenger."
"I'm not mad at you. I am going to kill him is what I'm going to do." Thundercracker said darkly as he turned and walked off.
"Bring him in here when you do find him! I am curious why he doesn't feel well enough to be interfacing."
"Yeah, me too." Thundercracker snapped.
Starscream gasped painfully between sobs as he was violently thrust into. Coolant leaked from his optics and down his cheekplates, his servos grasping and clawing at the berthtop. Megatron gripped his wings, yanking him forcefully onto his spike as he thrust hard.
Their overload came fast and powerful causing Starscream to shriek his agony. He punched the berthtop from his pain before looking back.
"Please, can we do it in another position?" Starscream begged, his vocalizer brittle and fritzing some from his crying.
"I choose the positions, Starscream." Megatron replied curtly.
"It hurts too much when you do it like this. Please, Lord Megatron."
"No, Starscream." Megatron growled as he started back up again.
"Please…" Starscream said so softly before his pained cries broke free from his vocalizer.
He dropped his helm onto the berthtop, his front being pushed against it keeping him in place. This position allowed Megatron to thrust so hard because he could grab the Seeker's wings and yank him onto his spike. Starscream couldn't distract the tyrant with a kiss to slow down, nor could he reach between his legs and grab Megatron to get him to stop. He was helpless like this, and could only cry as he suffered.
"Skywarp!"
"AAAAGH!"
The mentioned Seeker spun around when his designation was shouted, his wings raised and optics wide.
"'Warp, it's me." Thundercracker grunted as he approached.
"You sound angry." Skywarp said as his wings lowered.
"Well, when I catch my trinemate in the act of shooting Brawl with a paint gun, yeah, I'll be a little upset." He said the last part sarcastically.
"He called me fat." Skywarp said suddenly serious, his optics narrowed as he eyed the paint gun.
"Whatever. Have you seen Starscream?"
"Nopety-nope. Whyz?"
"He's keeping secrets from us. Again."
"Like….?"
"Like I don't know. Apparently he has not been seeing Hook. The last time he was in medbay was when he was getting his energon pumped into him the orbital cycle we found where Dawn was."
"But, that was decacycles ago."
"Exactly."
Skywarp mused for a silent moment. "Sooooooooooo, what has he been keeping secret?"
"He said that Hook said that he couldn't interface because of his health."
"Yeah-huh."
"And yet he hasn't been seeing Hook."
"Okay."
"Sooooo," Thundercracker gestured to Skywarp as if the answer was obvious.
It took Skywarp a moment. "Oh, OH! Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh…. Oh… oh… Oooh."
"Yup."
"Why would he be lying about that? Doesn't he like interfacing with us?"
"That's what I want to find out."
"Why do you smell?"
Thundercracker's wings twitched. "I was carrying out my sentence." He grumbled.
"Ew, don't touch me." Skywarp said suddenly disgusted with his trinemate.
"Come here." Thundercracker gestured for him to do so.
"Why?"
"I'm going to hug you."
"But, you're gross."
"Exactly, come here."
Skywarp made a disgusted face as he stuck his glossa out. Thundercracker suddenly reached forward, grabbed Skywarp's arm, and forced him into a hug. Skywarp struggled for only a moment before shrugging and hugging him back.
"Soooo, why we hugging?" Skywarp inquired after a bit.
"I just love you." Thundercracker said softly. "Things have been slag lately and I just want to remind you that I love you, 'Warp."
Skywarp smiled faintly. "I love you too, TC."
"Good, because we need to work together to figure out what's going on with Star."
"Heh heh heh, we be like secret agents!"
Thundercracker grinned at that. "Yeah, something like that."
"So, where do we begin?"
"We confront him tonight when he comes home. Oh, and we need to pick up Dawnstar from her training session with Slipstream."
"Can we tickle him as a form of interrogation?"
"At this point I want to tie him to the berth and paddle his aft."
"Oh, we should do that!"
"Only if he feels well."
"I wish he would refuel properly." Skywarp said softly.
"I know, sweetie. I wish he would to. We need to get him to medbay so Hook can prescribe him some programs or something for his depression."
"Good luck getting him to take them."
Thundercracker grinned. "We'll just tickle him until he does."
Skywarp giggled. "Heh, that's a plan I can get behind."
"And then, maybe we can get behind him."
"Yeah, he totally needs to be topped with being an aft. Especially of late. Rejecting us so." Skywarp pouted.
"He's probably more so of an aft because he isn't getting topped."
"So, let's get him better and-and get him to interface and-and huggle him!"
"Huggle?"
"Hugs!"
"Oh, 'Warp, now I remember why I trined you." Thundercracker smiled as he held his trinemate a little tighter.
"Good, because I can't remember why I trined either of you two. Wait! Now I remember." He finished with a giggle.
"And the reason is?"
"Because you two are the bestest 'bots I've ever met. And the most beautiful. And the best at fragging. And the best friends I've ever had. No matter how much of aftheads either of you two can be, I always recharge happy knowing that you two will be by my side until I deactivate."
Thundercracker had to reset his vocalizer. "Primus, 'Warp, why do you have to get so deep at times?" He said hugging him even tighter.
"Because I'm smarter than I let on to be." He smirked.
"You are. You really are." Thundercracker grinned.
Starscream walked home slowly, his systems weak from lack of energon and being overloaded too many times. It hurt to walk, hurt to move his wings, hurt to move much really. He avoided everyone, keeping to the shadows and back ways until he arrived at his home.
He put in his code slowly, and quietly entered the house. He felt dizzy, queasy, and just exhausted from everything. He wanted to clean himself of everything Megatron, and then recharge until the war was over. But most of all he just wanted to hug his daughter and tell her that he loved her. But after he cleaned himself.
"So, what have you been up to?"
Starscream's wings twitched at the sound of Thundercracker's vocalizer. "Working. What about you?" He replied normally.
"Cleaning the waste pits. Took me almost a joor to get all the grease cleaned out of the transformation seams in one leg." He said morosely.
"Well, perhaps you will learn your lesson." Was Starscream's curt reply.
"So, Screamer-"
"Don't call me that."
"Screamer, what were Hook's exact words regarding you not being well enough to interface?" Thundercracker continued, ignoring Starscream's order.
"That does not concern you. He's my physician so I do not need to give you details."
"I had a lovely chit-chat with him earlier this orbital cycle."
Starscream's optics narrowed slightly. "I do hope he prescribed something for your disobedience."
Thundercracker's wings twitched. "You have been lying to us."
"I always lie to you two. It's part of my job." Starscream said matter-of-factly as he started to walk away.
Thundercracker leaped to his peds and quickly got in front of Starscream. Skywarp watched intently from the couch. Starscream's wings raised threateningly, Thundercracker's mirroring the action.
"Step aside, TC. I am not in the mood for your pontificating." Starscream said harshly.
"Why have you been lying about seeing Hook?" Thundercracker demanded.
"I have my reasons. All of which are no consequence to you."
"When they concern the trine they are."
"How so?"
"Star, we have been at each other's neck cables! We need to get our slag together and bond. We need to rebuild our relationship before it gets worse." Thundercracker informed firmly.
"Thunder, I am tired. I haven't been refueling properly and therefore too weak to interface. Once I get a little better I will be fragging you two into the berth until it breaks."
"You weren't refueling right for a long time and we still fragged. Why recently has this been an issue?"
Starscream vented a sigh. "My depression is worse than it was and I just… I just am not ready yet, TC."
"Scree, you need to see Hook and get some programs for your depression." Skywarp piped up.
Starscream spared his black trinemate a quick glance before turning back to face Thundercracker. "I will improve. Just… give me more time to do so. There's just a lot of slag to process through and Dawn being gone so long did not help."
Thundercracker eyed him for a long moment before lowing his wings ever so slightly. "Fine, Star, we'll give you some space, but please go see Hook. Some programs will help with the depression. And please at least hang out with us some. We need to spend some time together as a trine."
Starscream offlined his optics for a moment. "Yeah, I'll try, TC." He nodded slowly. "Now, I am exhausted and would like to go recharge."
"Alright, sweetspark." Thundercracker said gently. "Want us to recharge with you?"
"Not tonight. I am not in the mood to deal with 'Warp's kicking. Maybe tomorrow."
Thundercracker was quiet for a moment before nodding. "Tomorrow then."
Starscream walked by him and climbed the stairs. The two just listened to the sound of their trineleader entering his room, walking to the washroom, and turning on the water. Skywarp's wings raised.
"He has been washing himself a lot since we got Dawn back." The black and purple Seeker commented.
"Yeah, I've noticed it too, 'Warp." Thundercracker said quietly.
Starscream furiously scrubbed himself clean, purging himself from Megatron's filth. Coolant leaked from his optics as soft sobs escaped his vocalizer. He hated this so much. He just wanted to be with his trinemates, to hug them, to bond with them, to just be near them. But they deserved better than a filthy trineleader who sold his own frame to achieve a goal. True, it was to save his precious femmling, but he was still filthy, still nothing but a slut. If he had thought of a better solution sooner he would have taken it, but the deal was made and he had to stick to it.
He had to take care of them. They were his responsibility, his entire world. They trusted him, every Seeker did, and Dawnstar was given to him by Primus to care for. He would do just that, even if it meant… this.
Just, why did it have to hurt so much? Why did it have to be so degrading? So humiliating? Why did he have to feel so sick all the time?
Better him than his trinemates or daughter. Better him than any of his Seekers. He would get his people through this. They will make it out and never have to deal with Megatron again. Everything will get better. He could do this. For his daughter, for his trinemates, for his Seekers.
Why had he ever done this to his precious Moonstar?
"I am ever your humble and willing servant" is a line Starscream says to Megatron in the IDW G1 comics.
If you are sexually abused your body will condition itself to react to the abuse, in this case Starscream's frame prepares for penetration when Megatron simply grabs his waist. This will become an issue for him in the future.
There's gonna be a lot of intense drama and violent interfacing to come in next chapter! And onward! Woo! How bad can I get this? Heh, heh, heh... You'll see. :)
Oh, Megs, Starscream will be sure to keep the interfacing "interesting." ;)