Disclaimer: Transformers: Animated and everything related belongs to the rightful company Hasbro. I am in no way shape or form making money off this.
Author's Notes: Bumblebee knew better than to say no, but he did. Starscream knew he shouldn't disobey his orders, but he chose to ignore them. Both will learn that Megatron is not a forgiving mech, all for the sake of his entertainment.
Title: Entertainment
Pairing: StarscreamxBumblebeexMegatron (Animated)
Request: Potato_Chip14 (AO3)
The constant rev of his engines increased, fuel pumps racing within his frame, electrical charge so high he could see sparks dancing along his plating, hips jerking desperately for some kind of stimulation. He was close, oh Primus he was so close, trembling as he watched transfluid drip freely, adding to the puddle. Once more the captured scout wishes he had the use of his servos, even a slight touch would no doubt send him over the edge and relieve some of this torture but just like the multiple times before the charge stops. The minibot chokes back the urge to cry out as the ring gave a low beep and cut the charge at the same time the spike stopped pulsing. He couldn't stop the frame-wracking tremors or the way his calipers clenched down on the Pitt-forsaken thing as it slowly began shrinking.
'N-No… no more… Primus, please…!' Bee thought to himself, venting deeply. Even though he knew it was useless he pulled at the thick cable that bound his servos behind his back, ignoring the strain he was putting on his hydraulic joints, but eventually he stopped, venting harder than before, shifting on his peds. Warnings filled up his HUD, some of them cycles old, but he didn't care as he slumped down as much as the thick cabling allowed him. He never heard the door slid open then close, or the peds walking towards him but as he slowly lifted his helm, he shuddered his optics in surprise, before leaning away as much as he could. He wanted to ask what he was doing here, to curse and/or beg him, but the heavy weight of the collar reminded him of his forced muteness.
"Never thought I would see the cycle where you weren't running your lip plates, little Autobot," the mech smirked, watching the scowl appear on the bot's faceplates. "You look good like this. A gift waiting to be opened, to be enjoyed… but Lord Megatron refuses to share, the selfish glitch." The mech slowly walked around the bound bot, wings flickering as he stopped behind him. He reached out, tracing an elegant claw down the thick cable, over the bound servos that clenched tightly. The seeker's touch grew bolder as claws slipped between the lean stabilizers, tracing a drop of lubricant back to its source. Bumblebee couldn't help but jerk away from the touch, chocking back the urge to whimper and forced his engines not to purr in pleasure; everything felt so damn sensitive, he didn't want any of this, but a pained hiss escaped as claws dug into the seams of his pelvic plating and pulled him back.
"Now now, there's nowhere to run, little Autobot, and I think I am due some type of reward for bringing such a wonderful gift," the mech purred, pulling the smaller frame back into him. The minibot's engine was running hard, the vibrations traveling from his smaller frame into his own, even the heat was seeping into his own, igniting his charge. His claws dug deeper into the seams, tugging at wires and teasing the sensors hidden underneath. At first the minibot tried to ignore it, shifting away but the more he played with him the more he began to lean into his touch, arching slightly and silently begging for more. The feel of his aft rubbing against him, the purr from his engine, the charge from his EM field, there was no stopping at the panel pulled back with a quiet hiss.
'No. No, please don't!' he begged but the seeker continued, causing his overly sensitive nodes to go off, slowly flooding his processor with pleasure. With the added simulation, he was finding it harder and harder to fight. Before he knew it, he was pushing back into the claws, tightening his stabilizers, watching as the transfluid stained his stabilizers, venting heavily. Keening quietly, he ground down as much as he could, enjoying the feel, begging for more. So much more!
Wings were held high in the air, fanned wide as he continued to move faster. His claws continued to cling to the yellow plating. He smirked as the little bot bucked into his grip, trembling so strongly, fans running so hard they were on the verge of overheating themselves. His overload hit him unexpectedly, making him cry out in pleasure, but he was dimly aware of the smaller bot keening and rubbing against him desperately He pulled back with a low hiss, noticing the source of the wonderfully delicious vibrations. "I see… no wonder you seem so eager for my touch," he smirked, wings fanning slowly as he faced the mech. Reaching up, he tilted the panting faceplates to look up at him, tracing the lip plates with a damp claw. "I could leave you here, but there is no telling how long it will be before he returns." He leaned down, watching as a glossia slipped out and licked his claw clean, releasing another keen of desperation. "Does that mean you want my help?"
Normally sky-blue optics were a deep navy blue, faceplates flushed heavily as energon surged through his tubes, systems struggling not to overheat but Bee longed to be touch, to be stroked, clawed at, filled up. Looking up into the dark red optics waiting for answer, he released the claw from his oral cavity and gave a slow nod.
The sound of heavy peds slowly made their way down the hall, the steady beat echoing along the empty walls. Normally mechs gave the warlord, leader of the Decepticons, a wide berth when he prowled the halls had anybot seen the small smirk on his faceplates, they would have done anything to make sure his attention was not on them. Few ever witness Megatron smile, but when they did it usually meant he had been entertained at the expense of another bot. In this case, his attention was focused on the minibot he currently had let suspended in his quarters earlier in the cycle.
'By now he should be begging for my touch instead of trying to get away, as I have warned him so many times before,' he thought to himself, his smirk growing. His systems were beginning to develop a familiar charge, systems onlining in anticipation as he stopped before his door and entered the code. The door quietly slid open, allowing him entrance before closing behind his large frame, locking at the command. He was completely unprepared for the sight before him and felt his fusion cannon charging at his rapidly growing anger.
Bumblebee was crying out quietly, the heavy collar silencing most of the sounds from his vocalizer but the occasional cry or keen managed to escape. His yellow plating seemed to shine from the condensation, stabilizers spread wide as they were forced over the lap of the seeker. A clawed servo dug deeply into a hip, small drops of energon dotted the plating where they had no doubt pierced the protoform, the other cradling the Autobot's chin as he thrust a digit in and out of panting derma plating. Starscream's optics were closed, wings fanned to their fullest, arched high as his engines rumbled loudly, pleased grunts as he continued. Optics, nearly burgundy in color, opened, prepared to say something but the seeker looked up sharply and let out a very un-Deception sound that spoke of pure fear.
"L-Lord Megatron! I-I didn't hear you come in!" he squawked, wings snapping down and back, trying to fall into a less threatening position, showing his submission to the most powerful mech. He was prepared to lay down his dignity and ask his glorious leader if there was anything he could do for him when the bot on his lap squirmed impatiently. He hissed and sank his claws into the smaller frame, once more piercing protoflesh, clutching him tightly to his frame but a warning growl made him realize too late what he had been doing just kliks before. Optics blown wide open, the winged mech glanced at the weapon humming to life and clutched the minibot even tighter to his chassis. He was royally slagged.
The tyrant said nothing but his optics saw all: a smeared pool of fluids on the floor, the way his captive squirmed in the traitorous SIC's grasp. His let his attention fall to the minibot himself, the way his vents struggled to expel the heated air from his systems, begging to be touched. Pushing back his rage he felt the overly charged EM field in the room, the fear mixed with satisfaction, and the desperation to finish what has started. With a silent command the power to his weapon was cut off and he slowly continued towards them, ignoring the frightening sounds the seeker made, though he did growl as claws dug deeper into the Autobot, making him cry out in pain.
"Enough," he growled out. He was pleased to see the claws immediately withdraw, thin trails of energon seeping from the shallow injuries but his pet had also stopped his incessive squirming. As though finally realizing he was in front of him Bumblebee looked up at him with large optics. Surprise, fear, shame, arousal, pleading, all of it bared for him to see. The warlord's own charge, which had been slowly dwindling once he saw what had been going on in his absence, was rapidly climbing back up. The command to open was ignored but he allowed his cooling fans to start; lifting a servo capable of crushing helms, he gently grasped the minibot's chin and pulled him forward. Bee shifted, making Starscream hiss but otherwise do nothing; even sitting on the seeker's lap he managed to lift himself up. He tried to suppress his trembling, fearing the worse but the servo didn't tighten or make to hurt him in anyway.
"Tell me, Starscream, what did you hear when I gave the specific command not to enter my quarters for any reason?" the warlord asked, his tone deep and neutral, holding back his field but he still felt the minibot's own field pressing into his, leaning into his heavy palm. His optics trailed over the Autobot venting hotly against his servo and looked into the still frighten optics of his seeker. "Well?" Although his tone was still neutral, he was still demanding an answer.
The Decepticon knew he was slagged, one way or another he was going to suffer for touching what he was not supposed to. His processor was not helping as it supplied him various ways he would be tortured before having his spark extinguished, each more violet and creative than the last. "I-" He hissed and gripped the yellow hips tightly, trying very hard not to thrust up. "I… I brought you the Autobot, but I never though you would keep him for this long. Or, use him this way," he muttered lowly, wings twitching behind him as he listened to the way the minibot whined in desperation. "I think I would be allowed a sample of what you have been selfishly been hording! If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have him! He practically begged for my touch! Mine! Not yours!"
"… Is that so?" Dangerous ground to be treading on, but instead of pulling the minibot to his chassis and ramming his servo into the seeker's chassis to rip out his dark spark, the war mongrel stepped closer until the Autobot was pressed back into his second, both their fields bristling with arousal and making his skyrocket even higher. "Why do we not let the Autobot decide who he would prefer?"
Bee wasn't sure what was going on; sure, he could hear words being said but everything sounded so garbled. All he knew was he was seriously overcharged and if somebot didn't frag him, he was going to combust. He tried to voice his pleas but he had no voice, keening cries were the best he could manage but it seemed to be enough as he felt those deadly servos flex over his hips before pulling him down. He wished he was going faster and harder, to bring him to that blissful overload just beyond his grasp. He had almost forgotten about Megatron until a thick digit brushed over his lip plate, panting against the heavy palm; he looked up at him, shivering at the intensity of those optics that glowed like the Pitt itself. The minibot moaned as a digit slid into his mouth and pressed down on his glossia, forcing him to keep it open but he didn't care. He just didn't want them to stop touching him.
Starscream wasn't sure what his "esteemed leader" was getting at, the Autobot couldn't tell them which one of them he wanted, not with the collar on, but so far he hadn't tried to punish him for having fun with the minibot without his permission. His digits dug into the plating, careful not to dig them in too deeply but enough to tease the wires and sensors hidden underneath. The minibot let out another low moan, pushing back into his lap which he took as a sign that he was preferring him. Smirking he fell back into the rhythm as before, enjoying the feel of the calipers pulling him in deeper. "Such a greedy little thing, he didn't waste any time the moment he stepped into the room, practically throwing himself at me."
"Is that so?" Megatron said quietly, watching the way the compact mech arched his spinal strut as he was forced. He seemed lost in his own processor, no doubt trying to chase an overload that had been denied to him since the morning cycle, but somehow, he doubted that was exactly what happened. "You seem to be enjoying his valve, but have you had the satisfaction of having him serve you?" he asked, rubbing his digit firmer over the glossia as it moved under his touch, watching as oral lubricant began to drip down his chin.
"What do you call what he is doing to me now?" Starscream grunted. Hearing his lord chuckle caused the energon in his cables to run cold, his processor screaming at him that he had really stepped in it now but he refused to open his optics. he missed the sound of something opening, words being said, but he growled and opened his optics when he felt the Autobot jerk and squirm in his lap suddenly. "Hold still, you-!" His optics onlined but his insult died on his glossia at the sight he was witnessing.
It seemed to take joors, but Megatron gave a low rumble that was actually louder than his own engines as he fell into his own overload, holding the small helm close, Starscream felt the minibot tense, and held him tightly as he let out a muffled cry. His wings trembled as he fell back onto the berth, vents wide open as his cooling system struggled to push out as much heat as possible. He was filled with such a deep state of satisfaction was trying to coax him into a recharge but he wasn't forged yestercycle.
"Thank you… lord Megatron… your generosity, knows no boundaries…" he panted, loosing placing his servos on the minibot's hips.
"Do you think we are done, Starscream?" That same smirk from before had found a way to the warlord's faceplates as he reached down and pulled the minibot up onto his peds. Bumblebee stumbled and leaned heavily against his broad chassis, venting deeply, wetly, but didn't fight it as a servo slid down to his aft. Megatron's optics seemed to pierce the seeker to his berth, keeping him from escaping.
"Are you comfortable, Starscream?" Megatron chuckled, already knowing the answer as he stroked the yellow helm between his stabilizers.
"What do you think?!" the seeker snapped and struggled but it was no use. He knew he should have taken off as soon as he was done, Megatron was not known for his mercy and he certainly was not known for his forgiving nature. Everything happened so fast, but before he knew it, he found his servos bound above his helm, his peds had also been tied to the back of his stabilizers, leaving him unable to close them. Once more he tried to online his thrusts but the collar now encircling his own neck cables took everything offline, even his transformation sequence. He was, quite literally, grounded. "Slag you to the Pitt, Megatron!" he snarled.
Normally he would have punished the annoying glitch for daring to speak of him in such a way, but apparently a good overload could soften even the hardest of sparks. The tyrant grunted in pleasure as he gazed down at the smaller mech kneeling before him, watching the way he worshipped it. Megatron watched the minibot for several more kliks, before an idea came to him. A truly ingenious idea, suitable punishment for both these mechs.
"I must admit, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have such a satisfying pet like this, a bot who lives to serve me and satisfy my every primal need." He pulled the horned helm back, watching the way the minibot silently vented. "I should thank you for such a gift."
"Wait what?" Had he heard him right? The seeker struggled to sit up, or at least lift his helm but he couldn't see anything. He struggled once more, wings thumping against the padded berth in fear. He heard words but they were too softly spoken, that was soon followed by pedsteps. They weren't the heavy ground shaking sounds he had associates with his leader but that didn't mean he could move as silent as one of those blasted cyber ninjas. He shuddered his optics as he felt the berth dip and watched as the yellow Autobot silently climbed onto the berth then began crawling up to him. "No, get back! I-I don't want a gift! I don't want anything!"
"I think not, after all I don't want you to think I am being selfish," the larger mech chuckled, sitting back as he focused on the sight before him.
"But-!" The words died on Starscream's glossia, optics wide as he watched the small grounder crawl up to his, servos reaching out to slide over his stabilizers, palming the smooth metal, lightly tracing seams. He tried not to let it get to him but it felt good. The touching continued, not just with servos but his lip plates and sometimes glossia, slowly igniting his charge. He tried to reach down and pull the bot closer but whined in frustration as he remembered he couldn't move. He opened his lip plates, wanting to say something, anything, but the words were taken from him as him arch suddenly, letting out a cry of pleasure.
Bumblebee couldn't describe the taste, but it didn't stop him. He stroked whatever he could reach, lightly digging his digits into sensitive seams, rubbing his own array into the berth but he froze when he felt a large servo on his aft, shivering as digits much thicker than his own stroked him.
"I think he has been prepared enough," Megatron rumbled, his circuits warming up at what was soon to come.
Bee slowly pulled back, nodding slowly he slid his servos over the bound stabilizers, pushing them open as he settled between them. He didn't want to do this, it wasn't right, but he didn't have a choice. He waited until Starscream was in control of his functions and looking at him in blissed out confusion. 'I'm sorry,' he thought.
Both mechs collapsed on the berth and atop one another, systems struggling to right itself but the madmech continued, grunting with each powerful thrust. They couldn't even bring themselves to think about the pleasure slowly overriding the pain, but their frames betrayed them as they both overloaded, trembling so hard their armor plating rattled. Megatron rode through their overloads, forcing them to experience repeated overloads, even gripping and denting their plating that he finally reached his own overload. It had been too much, Bumblebee was knocked completely offline, optics dark and frame limp as he collapsed atop the seeker. Starscream was fairing no better, struggling to remain online but his systems were shutting down one by one. The last thing he saw was his lord and master smirking down on him as he slowly sat up, looking all too smug and sure of himself.
"Well worth the entertainment."
Author's Notes: This chapter has been a long time coming, and honestly, one of the harder one-shots I've done so far. I was jumping back and forth between ideas, then between series, then back to ideas, and then I had to take a mini hiatus and now, well, here I am!
Potato_Chip14, I am sorry this was so late, but I hope you enjoy this. But I would especially like to thank my best friend for taking the time to read this and give me her honest opinion on it. While not a fan of bot sex (as she puts it), she still took the time to read it.
The unedited version can be found on my other account under the same title.
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