Domestic Disturbance

It took the Constructicons hours to search and scan every inch of him before they were satisfied that no bugs, explosives, or malicious programs had been imbedded into the seeker's frame. Starscream had to literally be put in stasis and dissected like some science project before they gave him the all clear. For whatever reason, Megatron felt it necessary to humiliate him further by giving the cruel builder bots a free pass in his sensitive circuits. He awoke from the surgery sore and exhausted. They had not been kind enough to supply an energon drip.

It was safe to say the air commander was miserable. He almost longed to be locked back up in that Autobot storage closet. But that was in the past. He could no longer dwell on it and had to move on. He had gotten over far worse in the past. What was one more obstacle for him to leap?

Just as he was ordered, Starscream took some time to recollect himself. A few extra hours to do some personal maintenance and settle back into his own quarters. He made sure to furiously polish any trace of the embarrassing dissection from his armor, although he had a sickening feeling it would be in vain. His wing mates even stopped by to check up on him. Few words were passed between the three jets, but Starscream knew they were concerned. Skywarp grinned in his mischievous way and promised to get a few good shots on those Autobot jerks for keeping him prisoner for so long. Thundercracker, silent as always, gave him a quick nod. In a way, he was thankful to them for helping him assimilate back into the Decepticons.

However, as welcomed as his comrades had made him feel, Starscream was still uneasy. It had been three weeks since Megatron had ripped him to pieces and kicked him from a high canyon cliff. Surprisingly, he had shown great restraint, literally handing the jet over to Hook the moment his pedes touched the base's landing strip. There was no doubt in Starscream's mind that the last thing Megatron wished to do was to hand his prize over to another mech. The silver general had packed him all the way from the Ark to the Nemesis, dark servos practically welded to his frame.

Once his allotted hours of recovery were over he was due for a private meeting with the tyrant. This could mean only one thing.

Steeling himself, Starscream left the safety of his own quarters and made his way to his leader's chamber. He didn't bother knocking. That would imply that he carried some respect for Megatron's personal space. Something the larger mech never took into consideration when dealing with his second in command. The doors hissed open and the the red and white mech stepped in. Megatron had obviously been expecting him, sitting at his desk, swiveling his oversized seat to face his company.

For a moment, the two merely stared at one another. Megatron regarding his soldier with a cool expression, somewhere between amusement and curiosity, but still smug enough that it made the seeker want to rip the bastard's facial plates off. Starscream only looked back, trying to seem as calm and relaxed as possible. His spark twisted nervously in his chest but he would not betray his anxiety. He was far too tired for that. Physically, mentally. He just wanted this done. Quick, and as painless as possible.

"Three weeks." Megatron broke the silence, standing from his seat and moving a few steps towards his commander. "And you couldn't manage to escape."

Biting back an angry retort, Starscream took a quick intake of air as his systems started to burn uncomfortably.

"I was minutes away from escape when you showed up."

"Were you now?" The other scoffed. "And how exactly would you have pulled that miracle out of your aft?"

Another slow intake of air. Cooling, soothing air.

"I had Prime convinced I was on their side. The moment they turned their backs I would have flown out the front door."

A grin tugged at the silver tyrant's mouth as he advanced a few more paces closer, servos clenching and unclenching and itching to do far more.

"You didn't turn traitor on us in order to do that, did you?" He drawled sarcastically. "Because we all know you'd only resort to treason if absolutely necessary."

"No." The answer was hissed between gnashed dentals.

"Well, now I'm confused, Starscream." Megatron tilted his helm in feigned wonder and circled around his stiff commander, optics burning a dull crimson, closing in like a vulture on a waiting feast. "How could you have been locked up in an Autobot cell for three weeks and manage to convince the Autobot's to repair you, keep you online, and even offer you a position among their ranks, without being a turncoat?"

"I woke up repaired." Another intake of calming air. "The Autobots are not like us in their interrogation methods. They talked to me, trying to wear me down until I trusted them. I played their game and convinced them I would help them. I did not have to betray you in order to do it. You gave me a pretty good reason for them to believe my hatred for you is genuine."

"Ah, I see." The larger mech jeered. "You...talked with them."

"Yes."

"About what, exactly?"

"About the weather." Air. Cool air. "The differences between human cultures. The variety of colors the sky on this planet could turn. Anything that was regular and boring and stupid enough to disarm anyone foolish enough to fall for it."

"And you managed to endure it." Megatron smiled as if he were proud of the seeker. "How wonderful for you."

His dark servo shot out a split second later, wrapping around Starscream's throat. The smaller mech didn't even peep as he was dragged until their noses nearly touched. He had been prepared for this. He wouldn't fight back today. Only endure.

"Do you really expect me to believe you!" The tyrant snarled viciously.

"It's not like you ever trust a word I say anyway, Megatron." The jet hissed back, vocals only slightly strained as his very dermal plating stung with silent, seething outrage.

"And with good reason!"

He shoved Starscream away from him, stomping over to his desk and sitting down in his chair with a huff of intakes. His optics trained on the floor as he propped one elbow on the arm rest, leaning the front of his helm into the knuckles of his servo. A few calming breaths as he pondered for a moment whatever it was he needed to ponder. Starscream watched, chest heaving heavier and circuits searing, fists knotted at his sides. Tension hung in the air so thick that the seeker longed to just turn and run.

Megatron looked up at him a moment later, seemingly calmer, obviously accepting that whatever had happened in the span of those three weeks could wait until later to be discussed. He had far more productive things on his processor.

"Come here." He growled.

Starscream obeyed. Each stride towards the seated tyrant felt like he was wading through sludge. Far too long to take, but not long enough. He stood a mere pace from the other mech and awaited further orders.

"On your knees."

Very few times, over the past years, Starscream had obeyed without a fight. Those few times, Megatron had approached him with obvious intentions and the seeker, for whatever reason, was just not in the mood to argue. Sometimes it made it easier to just accept his inevitable fate. It was during these interfacings that he found it extremely hard to not enjoy it. While fear and desperate struggling kept his mind occupied on everything but pleasure, it also exhausted much of the core energy that he soaked up from Megatron. He was able to redirect much of it to his storage tanks or even burn it all up in a fit of momentum against the other's relentless strength. However, when he didn't fight back, the energy accumulated and discharged like it normally would. Mind blowing overload followed.

Today felt like one of those days. Starscream just didn't have it in him. After three weeks of celibacy Megatron would have what he desired, with or without resistance. It was masochistic to try and stop him. Nothing was more determined than that silver plated bastard when deprived his regular 'face.

He knelt to the floor in front of the seated mech. Fists resting on his thighs, squeezing so tightly the plating of his palms nearly buckled. He knew what Megatron wanted. He wanted submission. He wanted to prove a point. Starscream was his to do with what he wished and the seeker had to accept it.

A strong servo closed on his wing and tugged him closer as Megatron spread his legs. Starscream placed both his palms on the chair to keep himself from falling into the other's lap, but allowed the mech to guide him in between his knees. Off lining his optics, the jet bowed his head submissively. He didn't need to see what he was about to do.

"Starscream." The tyrant's voice purred, burning in his audios. "What we discussed in the canyon...."

He crunched down on the red and white wing, feeling the dermal plating crumple, relishing the pained hiss from the pretty bot's mouth.

"....It's to never be spoken of again. Do I make myself clear?"

The smaller mech visibly gulped down a sob, vocals a bare whisper of static as he responded.

"Crystal..."

Megatron growled an approved sound, relinquishing the dented wing to cup the back of Starscream's helm.

"Good."

He nudged the jet closer to his pelvic plating, finding little resistance, and after some encouraging, and humiliating, petting Starscream finally gave in and placed his lips against the hot plating, slick glossa soon darting along tender seems. He felt his master stiffen around him, an appreciative sigh as the erogenous area was thoroughly attended to.

Cheeks stinging unbearably, Starscream focused on the task at hand and not the horrible empty feeling in his spark. It would not make this situation any easier to dwell on what might have been. He pushed the still fresh memories of that blue and red Autobot to the back of his processor.

The tyrant groaned, low and content, hiking one leg up and around Starscream's hips, pulling the jet even closer. The other shifted to accommodate.

"You're surprisingly obedient today." He mused.

Starscream only responded with a quick nip to an exposed, inflamed wire. Megatron jerked with a sharp hiss, chuckling when the creature between his knees continued his firm ministrations.

"That's more like it."

He stroked his dark fingers along the other's helm, trailing down the taunt neck and enjoying the way the jet would tense to his touch. As fun as it was to watch his beautiful seeker tease him into unbearable arousal, Megatron couldn't keep this up for much longer. His spark eager to feel the other's pulsing, hateful energy, he pushed Starscream away, nearly lamenting the loss of pleasing sensation. He reached down and took a firm hold of the other mech, just under his wings, and lifted him up and onto his lap. Starscream straddling his thighs and grasping his shoulder to keep from falling backwards until Megatron's powerful arms encircled him and crushed him against his chest. Their mouth's met in a kiss seconds later. The seeker's lips relenting to the push of his master's glossa and allowing him deeper. His very core twisted with confusing sensations, between disgust and unwanted pleasure, as the silver mech's warm, slick, sensor tangled with his own.

"Starscream." He purred, panting as his intakes took in more air to cool his overheated systems.

The jet didn't acknowledge the sound of his name. He sat still in the other's lap, clinging stubbornly to the broad shoulders and trying to keep from uttering any sound as Megatron nipped at his neck. The general knew his second in command was ignoring him. Starscream always remained as silent as possible during these encounters. Very rarely did he ever succeed in gaining a response of any kind.

"Would you believe that I actually missed you?"

The commander vented a huff of hot air, turning his face away as Megatron lapped at his chin.

"In fact..." He growled into the crook of the other's neck, breathing in the scent of the other's heated dermal plating. "I missed you so much that your brother Skywarp was almost begging to take your place."

That hit a nerve. Starscream tensed against him in a fit of outrage, servos biting into his shoulders as he wrenched himself away from the tyrant's chest to lock optics with him.

"If you ever touch him...." The red and white jet hissed viciously, threateningly.

"Oh." Megatron gave him a fake look of sympathy. "You don't want me fucking your wing mate?"

The seeker seethed in his lap, blown and at a loss for words, the only appropriate response was a blue fist to silver face. The room echoed a loud clang as Starscream punched his leader right in his evil grin.

Megatron didn't respond in kind. In fact, the smaller mech could have sworn the bastard wanted him to do that. Wanted the reaction. When he withdrew his fist, he saw a pleased smirk gracing the other's bloodied mouth, stained with purple energon that seeped from the fresh wound.

"I guess you don't." Megatron reached up to brush his fingers against the red and white bot's trembling lips, fascinated when they drew back into a snarl, baring dentals in a feral display.

Grasping the back Starscream's helm, he pulled him into an energon laced kiss, taking the other's lips between his teeth and biting down hard enough to make the other squeak in pain. Only when the other sagged with defeat did he let up. Satisfied that he had received fair payback, Megatron slid his hands under the jet's aft and lifted him, standing as he did so. Starscream tossed his arms around his neck and hugged his legs around the strong waist to keep from falling as he was carried from the seat over to the berth. The tyrant dropped him to the plush material and crawled on after him.

Furious and overwhelmed, the jet could only lie back and accept it as his master straddled him and pinned his wrists above his head with one servo. Megatron wanted Starscream to react to him. He wanted to hear the sounds of submission spill past his lips. He wanted his anger and his hatred to manifest into a vocal response and would resort to any means to get it. Giving up his foolish pride, the seeker allowed a small moan to escape as the tyrant pried at his chassis, digits digging into the inflamed seams to gain access to his pulsing core. He couldn't do this anymore. Not when his spark ached so sorely.

Oh how he wished it was blue servos digging at his chamber. More than ever, he missed the Autobot.

"Just remember, Starscream." Megatron crushed against him, dragging his bleeding mouth along the seeker's trembling chest as he worked the plating open. "You belong to me. I have no use for your brothers as long as you accept it."

In other words, Thundercracker and Skywarp where hostages. Held at ransom unless the air commander bowed to his master's whim. Fine. So be it. He could kneel if only to spare his comrades. The charade would end soon enough, anyways, with the bastard dead and gone.

A thick digit wormed it's way past his armor to scrap along his spark chamber. The sudden sensation drew a small whimper from the jet. Megatron continued to tease him, mouth roaming over his heated dermas. There was nothing soft or careful in his movements. Just the possessive drag of sharp dentals and blood soaked lips. His circuits flaring to life under the rough caresses non the less. His chest popping open under the stress of the other's intrusive digits.

The red and white bot closed his optics and focused on keeping his sanity. Swallowing down the panic as he heard the tell tale click of the other's chassis cracking open. The air thrumming with that terrible energy that seemed to pour from the powerful mech above him. It crashed against him in a tidal wave of agony and hated pleasure. He couldn't hold back a shrill cry as his abused wiring seared. His body arching as if to meet the hungry core of the tyrant, pedes flailing helplessly against the berth as his body squirmed involuntarily against the assault.

Megatron, still pining the seeker's wrists, leaned down to rest his helm against Starscream's. Optics trained on his pretty face as he watched the energon laced mouth drop open, small cries escaping unchecked. His other hand roaming over the red and white wings, thoroughly enjoying the way the Decepticon beneath him writhed. It had been a long time since he had Starscream in such a compliant mood. While wrestling the jet into submission was always stress relieving, it was far from being the most enjoyable experience during interfacing. Cooperation and silent seething rage was always so much more fun, and far more satisfying when he cracked the seeker's stubborn will to hold back his vocalization.

Starscream wasn't holding back now. Each pulse of liquid pleasure rolled through his frame dragged a new cry or groan to the surface. Chest heaving as intakes gulped back air and audios burning at the sound of the tyrant's own heady growls. He always hated the way it sounded when their voices mixed. Hated the way it only grew louder as the sensations built to mind shattering heights.

"P-pri...mus..." He swore when Megatron doubled the force in one fast grind of pelvic armor to pelvic plating. Waves of agonizing pleasure following the shock of pain.

A breathy chuckle as his wrists were released and silver mech heaved against him in a powerful lurch. Dark servos braced against his wings, crushing them in a metal squeal as they buckled under the pressure. A sharp cry, smothered by the bleeding mouth of the tyrant as Megatron kissed him possessively. Starscream could only latch on to the stalwart frame, clutching desperately in an attempt to alleviate the anxious, core twisting ecstasy that raced over his circuits.

His mind wandered to the last comfort he had known. The only comfort he had ever known. He tried to imagine the Autobot. The kind blue optics that gazed at him with concern. Tried to remember that warm flutter in his spark when the semi spoke his name. The sound of his voice. It helped, but only slightly.

"Starscream..." The larger mech growled into his collar as he crushed against him. "Pit, you're so beautiful."

And that was enough. The sleek bot bucked beneath him and with a shrill, overwhelmed, cry as his overload tore through him. The sudden backlash of energy ripped through the silver mech's frame. Megatron followed suite seconds after, biting down on the jet's shoulder with a feral snarl. Both exhausted and sated, they collapsed in a heap of tangled metal.

Structure cooling after such strain, Starscream couldn't bring himself to move from the berth as he usually did. He would always dart up and leave the second his systems refreshed and processor awoke from the daze. However this time was different. Not only did he break his blessed vow of silence, he just couldn't find the will to drag himself from the warm berth. He had never felt so drained. So thoroughly beaten.

His spark never ached like this before.

Megatron rolled from him and onto his back, basking in his post overload bliss. Vents exhausting a gust of hot air, he glanced over to the sprawled out seeker to his side. The jet's optics closed and an unreadable expression on his features. Curiously, he reached out and stroked the cooling cheek of the seeker, wondering briefly why the bot wasn't frantically making his way towards the door. Starscream stirred to the touch, but didn't open his optics. Something was different about the commander. Like his mind wasn't here in the moment, but somewhere else. Shrugging it off, he rolled to his side, snatching the limp Decepticon's chin in his servo and tugging him into another demanding kiss. Cruel spark clenching sweetly when the jet mewled a soft noise of protest against his lips.

It was nice to have the seeker back where he belonged.