First of all I wanna thank everyone who read this! I think I love you...
So here's chapter two! I think I finally know where I'm goin' with this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of its characters.
The tyrannical glitch was acting normal—all the more reason to be suspicious.
Ever since the incident in the woods, Starscream had kept an optic on his leader more than usual. Nothing happened out of the ordinary. The usual: verbal abuse, a few punches thrown in, yelling. This somewhat confused the red jet. Wasn't Megatron playing at some kind of game? It couldn't have been just a freak occurrence…that whole thing a few cycles ago just screamed suspicious. Starscream wouldn't admit it openly, but his leader could be quite clever- especially when it came to his second…probably because he knew just how smart his second was…
It was all coming together! Megatron was trying to throw him off by pretending nothing happened!
There was no other explanation for such an odd strategy…
Starscream smirked to himself upon entering the command center. During his shift (since he wasn't doing anything important anyway), he would think up a few ways to exact his revenge on the gun former. Speaking of, there he was—sorting through some data pads. He was facing away from the entrance to the command center. This left the red jet to view the Decepticon leader's backside. It was easy enough to ignore Megatron until he reached for something across the table. Starscream did a double take at his leader's position. Even as his dark face plates became flushed, all he could do was openly stare.
Two silver legs spread almost shoulder width apart, leading up to a pert black aft. An arched back leaning over the wide table with one arm holding his weight up, the other out stretched, searching for some stray data pad. Not being able to reach, Megatron pushed up closer to the table, cursing under his breath.
Starscream was too busy gawking at his leader to realize he started walking over to him. His optics kept exploring the frame bent over in front of him. His CPU was running a mile a minute, all thoughts having Megatron begging for more and grasping for support on that table—
"—Those plans I sent to you?"
The SIC stopped in his tracks and quickly looked at Megatron's face. Had he said something to him? Did he catch him looking at his back?
"What?"
Megatron huffed and turned to face his second. "Why do you never listen? That's why you're always getting bested on the battlefield, Starscream."
Starscream bristled and pointed a finger at his leader. "I only get "bested" when I listen to you! My plans are always brilliant!"
"Really? Then why is it that every time you break away from the original plan, you end up a smoking pile of scrap?"
"Because you get in my way!"
"Idiot! You're the one that always gets in the way! All because you think your way is better, well guess again—I'm the leader! My way is better—"
"You stupid glitch-headed—"
After more shouting and a fist fight, Starscream stormed out of the trashed command center. How in the world could he have any feelings for such a pig-headed imbecile? He shook that thought out of his head. He didn't have that strong of feelings for Megatron. They were just superficial, temporary. That annoying hot, flustering feeling would soon pass. Just because he saw his leader in a new light didn't mean they were meant for each other for Primus' sake! And anyway, that was the fragger's plan—to mess with his head. Well two could play at that game…
Starscream smirked to himself as he headed down to his lab…
It was easy enough getting the small device on Megatron's frame. Starscream didn't really have a name for it, but that wasn't important. The thing was small and circular—practically invisible. It was designed to emit strong, pleasurable vibrations to whatever it was stuck to. He had successfully attached it to the gun-former, now all he needed to do was flip the switch. This would turn him into a whimpering pile on the floor. Amazing what the second could do once he put his mind to it…
The Decepticons were just about to leave on an energon raid when the SIC decided to test his "teaser dot". Megatron was going over last minute details on the plans when Starscream turned it on.
Nothing.
He tried turning it off and then on again.
Nothing.
He cursed under his breath as the meeting went on without a hitch. Soon they were all out on their raid. Low and behold, the Autobots arrived. A battle ensued. Same old scrap.
Until Megatron all of a sudden blew up.
Okay, he didn't blow up, but there was an explosion. The now injured Megatron was transported back to base. To say the least, the raid was unsuccessful.
The explosion was blamed on the Autobots, thankfully…
A few days after his first total and utter failure, Starscream decided to leave those dot things for another time. His next plan was to drug Megatron. The right drug would have him right where the jet-former wanted him: humiliated. The drug chosen could easily (and safely) be mixed with energon. It pretty much turned any one cube of low grade energon into a few cubes of strong high grade, depending on the dose of course.
Megatron had been in the rec room when the drug was slipped in his drink, and after a few sips it was obvious it was working. The silver mech was starting to slur his speech and wavered in his steps. Luckily, not many other mechs were in the room at the time. Just a couple of the Combaticons. A threatening order (and some arguing) got Starscream alone with Megatron. He sauntered over to his disoriented leader and pushed him into a nearby seat. Megatron looked at a loss as he gracelessly fell into the chair. After a short moment of staring at his second standing above him, he tried standing up.
"What the frag are you do—Hey!"
He was roughly shoved back down and abruptly sat on. Within his drunken haze he decided it was funny, so he laughed. During his giggling he didn't notice his cannon being released from his arm and clanging to the floor. A blue servo grabbed his face and whipped it forward, forcing him to look up. Hot lips collided with his almost painfully and he tried pulling back. The servo holding his face pushed his helm back against the wall with a clang. The pain had him groaning loudly into the lips pressed to his.
The sensation of that voice so loud and close and practically in Starscream's mouth was almost too much. The seeker removed his servo from his leader's face to his arm. It trailed down to a black servo and pulled it up beside Megatron's head, doing the same for the other black servo. He bit and sucked on his captive's lips, wanting more of that voice. He wasn't disappointed as Megatron was apparently very verbal when very drunk. His words were muffled by the attack on his mouth, but that didn't stop him from trying to speak. Finally Starscream had enough of his attempts at talking and slipped his glossa in between his lips. The drunken mech stopped instantly and concentrated on kissing. When he tried moving his arms off of the wall they were pinned harder with a rough push. He made a slight noise, but kept trying to move. Starscream growled and leaned back, breaking the kiss.
The SIC pulled both of Megatron's arms above his helm and held them with one servo. He never noticed how close in size they were. Maybe it had something to do with that blasted cannon he always had strapped on him. Still, if Megatron wanted, he could probably yank out of his grip at any time. Good thing a drunk Megatron was a pliable Megatron…
His now free servo roamed the Decepticon leader's body, watching his face for a reaction. First he slipped his hand under his chassis. Something had to be sensitive up there (unless of course he was pretending that last time with the stick). He tweaked a wire between his fingers and suddenly felt the frame under him squirm. The fingers drifted to another random wire, ghosting it with a slight pinch. Megatron jumped and bucked his hips. The noise that left his vocalizer was a mix between a whimper and a yelp. His leader's reaction encouraged Starscream to continue. He noticed the further back the wire, the more sensitive it was. Eventually he had the gun-former half way to begging with the ministrations under his chassis.
To say the least, Starscream was enjoying this very much.
All of a sudden, Megatron stopped moving. The seeker pulled away to see what was wrong. The silver mech's helm was slouched forward. Starscream almost flipped. Oh Primus, did he kill him? That was impossible! Right? He hadn't over dosed him, had he?
He dropped his arms and picked up his head from where it hung.
The glitch was in recharge.
Starscream jumped up and kicked Megatron. Asleep during all of that? He could not believe what he was seeing. As the sleeping Decepticon slid to the floor and rolled over, Starscream left the room in a fit of rage.
Whoo! This is so exciting! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I know it wasn't very long, but it is longer than the last one XD
I'll try and update soon (if you're still reading). =D