Domestic Disturbance

I'm BAAAAACK!


Chapter 22: Redeemed


Without bothering to clean himself up, Megatron left the blood spattered seeker to the mercy of the Constructicons, hailing them briefly before removing himself from his second in command's quarters. Starscream was to be repaired fully and ready for battle as soon as possible. Judging from the injuries he had inflicted, the tyrant knew it would take about a week before the jet would be able to walk, let alone fight. The purple and green make shift medics filed past him quickly while he strode down the halls towards the Nemesis' bridge. None dared to make eye contact with the silver mech. The bright and still fresh energon that painted the General in savage streaks and splashes was enough stun them to silence.

He sighed to himself as the sound of their pedes faded down the dark corridors of his ship. There was no doubt in his mind that he had overreacted when it came to Starscream. However, the vicious little imp always had a knack for winding Megatron up far more than any other bot, including Prime. Assuming that he would be furious with whatever it was the merge would reveal, he had unfairly punished the red and white mech before his crimes were known. He had suspected that Starscream and Prime had some sort of secret that connected them. How intimately of a secret, he wasn't sure. Until now, of course.

However, Megatron was not as furious as he had predicted earlier. In fact, he wasn't perturbed at all. Believing that Starscream was messing around with his plans for Optimus had him nearly seeing red with rage, but once he had realized that this wasn't the case, his anger subsided. Truth be told, he felt a little foolish for treating the seeker the way he had. Strangely enough, the fact that Starscream was going around behind his back and allowing another bot to 'face him still didn't bother Megatron as much as it should. It was only after he had personally felt the passionately deep connection that Prime and the jet had for one another that the reason for this became clear.

Starscream had unwittingly given his leader far more ammo to use in this little three way triangle.

Both mechs would lay their lives on the line to protect one another, even if they had recently parted ways. Starscream would easily bow his head if it meant that Prime would be spared, and the Autobot would more then willingly brave any battle if it meant he could save the jet. Megatron could use these weaknesses to lure the semi into a trap, and keep Starscream on a tight leash. The war would be won and the victor would have his prize. Or prizes. A perfectly obedient seeker and a crushed and defeated Prime. Both his to do with as he pleased.

The pros far outweighed the cons of Starscream's treachery and that was enough to pacify the Decepticon tyrant. In a way, he wasn't lying when he told the red and white mech that he wanted to appreciated him. Even though the obnoxious creature caused him nothing but processor aches, he always managed to redeem himself in other ways. Life with Starscream was, admittedly, fun. Frustrating, but fun. Even if Megatron didn't owe him the chance for revenge, he would still have a hard time destroying him. If only to keep from being bored for the rest of his years.

Still thoroughly saturated with the little cretin's sentience, Megatron needed a distraction. Optimus would be a perfect way to keep his mind from lingering in the core copies of Starscream's. He quickly calculated a simple plan to lure Prime away from his comrades. It wouldn't be hard, seeing as how the Autobot's spark was already fragile from the seeker's brutal method of saying goodbye. Disowned and renamed an enemy, Prime would no doubt be mourning the loss. He would be upset, his actions predictable and his honor would drive him to foolishly risk his own safety. A simple capture ensured.

He was nearly to the bridge when Skywarp and Thundercracker rounded the last corner, chatting idly amongst themselves. Both froze in place when they noticed their leader, drenched in energon and sporting a wickedly pleased grin. Megatron acknowledge their presence with a sly nod and they suddenly knew something terrible had happened. Thundercracker moved first. Running past his leader in the direction of his brother's room, frantically calling Starscream's name. Skywarp, however, did not move to follow. He remained blocking the larger bot's path, murder shining in his crimson optics and a hideously furious expression on his pretty face.

All the purple mech had to do was twitch his servo into a fist and Megatron struck. A loud clang echoed throughout the hall as the silver mech deafly deflected the smaller bot's thrown punch, using the other's loss of balance to throw him up against the nearest wall. Skywarp struggled as Megatron wrestled his servos above his head where they were pinned so tightly that his wrists were crushed in a painful squeal of metal.

Blind fury took hold of the jet, and all he could think of was to sink his dentals into the bastard's face and tear his smug expression off. He snapped and snarled for a few agonizing seconds before the silver tyrant hauled up and head butted him in the mouth. The battle ended as quickly as it began. Skywarp slumped against his leader with a gurgle. Energon spilling down his chin and sloshing back into this vocalizer, fight draining out of him as quickly the precious fluid.

"You...you fucking pile of slag..." The purple Con coughed as his dizzy skull fell back with a muted clang against the wall. Hazy optics locking with Megatron's deep crimson ones. "If he off lines...I swear to Primus..."

"Didn't Starscream warn you about getting involved?" He purred, drawing his grinning blood spattered face closer to the seeker's. He had, after all, "heard" the conversations Starscream had had with his brothers during the merge.

"Never...gave me a good reason...not to..." Came the growled response.

"Of course he didn't." Megatron tilted his helmet slightly to thoroughly invade the other's personal space even more. "He wanted to spare you the nasty truth."

"I don't care..." Skywarp coughed as a new fount of blood rolled back into his throat. "You...could never hurt me...as badly as you hurt him..."

"You'd be surprised how true that is." The silver mech chuckled and hiked the injured bot higher, pressing his knee up to spread the other's legs slightly. "Even if I did fuck you until treasonous processor short circuited, you'd never feel the pain that he would feel. Just knowing that I violated you would devastated him beyond repair."

The seeker gasped as the intrusive knee pressed higher, grinding roughly against the sensitive stretch of plating it found. His body shuddered against the tyrant's with disgust.

"So are you understanding the situation yet?" He rumbled, pleased and low into the trembling jet's shoulder, pressing his lips firmly to a seem so Skywarp could feel every word spoken. "Have you comprehended what I will do to you if you continue to intrude upon my private affairs?"

"You...you coward..." He barely croaked, optics wide.

"Do you need some more confirmation? You never were as smart as your brothers. Perhaps if I merged with you too, you'd finally understand. Would you like to "feel" what it is like to fuck Starscream? He does live up to his name so well when he decides to be obedient."

Skywarp twitched with a nearly audible snap of his processor. An enraged cry tore from his lips as he struggled vainly against the monster's grip, thrashing and kicking, shoving against Megatron with all his might, only to find him unrelenting. Utterly defeated, he had no choice but to give up. There was nothing he could do to avenge his brother without causing more pain to himself and his wing mate.

"Fine..." He muttered darkly as he once again fell limp into the other's strong grip. "You win..."

"That's probably the smartest thing you've ever said." The tyrant chuckled. "However you should know that I won't let this little circumstance go unpunished. I think you should have a small taste of what you will face if you are to ever flash me a defiant optic again."

With his threat made perfectly clear, Megatron pushed flush against the familiar frame of the purple seeker, who stiffened as if struck by lightning when his leader and master drew close enough to press his stained mouth against his own badly bleeding one. He couldn't even find the strength to flail as the tyrant's silver lips parted to deepen the horrible imitation of a kiss. Entire body stinging with humiliation as the larger mech's heated frame smothered him.

It only lasted a few burning seconds, but it was enough to knock the remaining sense from Skywarp's already battered processor. Megatron released his servos and gravity suddenly had it's way with him. He collapsed to the floor with a crash, entirely too numbed by cold steal of his surroundings to feel the impact. Curling in on himself, the purple jet flinched to the sound of retreating pede steps. The monster's absence did nothing to calm his nerves and so he remained where he was, alone and frightened until he could will his limbs to rise and run after Thundercracker.