Author's Note- Hiya this is a brief interlude I decided to write before I went on holiday for you guys.
Hello this is my first fic of this dark a nature so I would ask that you read the warnings carefully before reading and no flamers please. It's AU so you can imagine it however you want. This story was partially inspired by Kami Count D's 'Crime and Punishment' fic and I would recommend you all to read it if you have not already (also if you like Starscream/Ironhide as a pairing 'Crime and Punishment's' companion fic 'The Enemy You Know' is also a very enjoyable read). Unbetaed. Disclaimer- I do not own Transformers or its characters. Warnings- Rated MA. Non-con/graphic rape, violence, perhaps some slight gore and mutilation near/at the beginning, there may be consensual slash in later chapters, Transformer swearing, angst, depression, death, trauma, mentions of masturbation. Warnings for this chapter- Transformer swearing, mentions of previous character death (major in the Prime verse), violence, depression, trauma, hints at past rape (not described). Units of Time:- Astrosecond- 1 second Klik- 1 minute Cycle- 1 hour Orn- 1 day Decacycle- 1 week Meta-cycle- 1 month Solar cycle- 1 year Vorn- 1 million years Italics- Flashbacks/thoughts/memories/link speak. Bold- Comm speak. Recognisable lines are borrowed/paraphrased from the 2007-2011 movies, accompanying games and other Transformers media. I hope you enjoy the chapter and please review.
Interlude- Apologies
Megatron watched through his security camera, silent apart from the relentless drumming of the rain on his reinforced roof, ruby optics locked onto Starscream's recharging form. It struck him once more that the Seeker, even considering his model type, was so very small. His SIC's frame was dwarfed by his luxurious berth which befit his rank. The tyrant was so used to watching the scientist squeeze onto small berths for inferior officers and, even earlier, servants in shared quarters; and just before he'd stopped monitoring the younger mech, his trine had rested with him and so had hidden their leader's lack of presence; that he had begun to misjudge Starscream's true size.
Nothing of a sexual nature had ever occurred between the three Seekers, though Thundercracker and Skywarp were a bonded couple, Starscream never seemed to look at his trinemates in that particular way.
Even to the most naïve of mechs there was some jealousy and frustration portrayed by the two younger fliers at their leader's absence of interest and the way others looked at him in open admiration and want.
Looking at Starscream brought Dreadwing to the front of his processor, his previous second. The mech lacked Starscream's speed but was far fuller in frame, making up for it in sheer brute strength.
Megatron knew, having barged into his former lieutenant's quarters many times of a night cycle ranting about one issue or another, that Dreadwing had easily dominated that berth, there being nothing small or delicate about him with only the exception, perhaps, of his wings as they were with any Seeker.
Forgive me my old friend, I didn't intend to destroy you, he spoke to his lost SIC, something he had done regularly since Dreadwing's funeral
. The only small consolation Megatron had was that he had reunited the Seeker with his much missed split spark twin Skyquake in the Well, and there was a chance his loyal long-suffering servant was finally at peace with himself.
The tyrant watched Starscream sniffle in recharge, the slighter mech's frame shuddering fearfully.
Even if Megatron had been in the room with his second, he knew there was nothing he could do to help the scientist. There was any number of things, even if the rape was not considered, that Starscream could be remembering in his recharge. Pit, it could even be a long ago memory of some otherwise forgotten battlefield in which he'd seen something particularly horrific, or lost someone he deemed a friend.
The trembling Seeker pulled his covers close and buried his faceplates in the corner of the purple material.
Starscream… Leaning back in his chair, Megatron hesitated then snapped it back, sending it shrieking across his pristine floor, and wandered out of his grand entrance arguing with himself and his brother's snarling voice.
I'm not going to wake him; I'm just going to check on him. What if he wakes up and finds you there? Optimus's tone dripped venom.
What will you do then? Knock him back unconscious? I'm not going to hurt him! Megatron insisted;
if he wakes I will leave. Yes, leave him absolutely terrified you idiot! I… will call for Hook and Knock Out… The Warlord trailed off as he reached the flier's corridor.
Two extremely busy medics who have managed to soothe the flier far more than you did when he was trapped with you, and will not thank you for disturbing him further. Optimus pointed out smugly.
I have no intention of disturbing him… You just want to see him don't you? You still want him- Shut up! The Decepticon Lord finally snapped.
Only a fool would not want Starscream, it doesn't mean I'm going to try and take him. That's why you forbade the others from paying attention to him, whether he was flying or writhing in agony on the ground. His brother spoke unnaturally softly,
you knew you couldn't have him once you had struck him and so you wanted him to be ignored, forgotten by those who would desire him. Megatron paused, taking Knock Out's place outside the Seeker's door. A flash crossed his processor of Starscream, freshly waxed and painted, presenting himself as Megatron's new second the morning after the flier's promotion party.
It was the last time Starscream looked completely himself. His aura oozed confidence and silent pride and, when the Cybertronian sunlight reflected off his armour, he appeared like an angel, regal and beautiful.
Megatron had savoured the sight as Starscream dropped into a graceful kneel, one knee resting lightly on the ground as the other pointed upwards. The Seeker laid one gleaming blue servo on his raised knee while the other arm snapped to attention to his side, wings lowering in a sign of respect to fall firmly against his rigid back.
There had been no sign in the flier's form that he had been overenergised not a couple of cycles beforehand.
Megatron's smile at the thought did not last long.
Fist clenching as it had then on his balcony railing, the tyrant grimaced. He had had a choice then, to either seduce the Seeker or-
A low sigh expired through his vents. In any case he had made the wrong one.
Placing his servo formally on his new second's shoulder, Starscream had taken his cue to look up at his leader. It had only been a light slap but it had been more than enough to send the SIC's helm flying to one side, shock and hurt filling the scientist's expression as he'd tentatively looked back at the taller mech.
Megatron had raised his fist and Starscream automatically flinched away from him, fear flickering across his faceplates in anticipation of a harder blow. Disgust had passed across the tyrant's features then, the gladiator side catching onto his new second's weakness while a new part of him personified by Optimus's voice was created leading to disgust in himself for attacking the more vulnerable being unprovoked.
He'd battled it all down and encouraged the Seeker to stand, the rest of the meeting passing more pleasantly, if a bit tensely, as they'd discussed faction matters while looking out over the despoiled land.
I suppose a Seeker such as yourself would find a view of the sky like this mesmerising. It does call to me I admit Master. The sky had been a vivid collage of colours, dawn approaching, and its magnificence had clearly been tantalising to Starscream, his optics glimmering as he drank it in, hurt temporarily forgotten.
He could have kissed the Seeker then, and he
should have done.
Pushing himself off the wall, Megatron overrode the flier's codes and stole into his Air Commander's living area cum berthroom.
The blanket lay sprawled on the floor as Starscream twisted and struggled on his berth, his talons tearing through the soft metallic mattress in his distress and panic. Lurching forward to kneel beside the cot, he slid his arms beneath the ever-moving flier and cradled the younger mech to his chassis. 'Hush, Starscream, hush.' He crooned into the slighter mech's audio, 'no one is angry with you, shh, you're safe. I am… so very proud of you.'
Starscream gradually stilled in his arms, relaxing as his bad memory was altered in his remembrance, the deeply-recharging flier nuzzled Megatron's chassis as he calmed.
Dropping a kiss on the top of his second's helm, the tyrant carried on speaking even though for the moment Starscream was peaceful.
'You did well, Starscream, so well. My lovely clever little Seeker. My wonderful talented second…'
I'm sorry.
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