The Senses

11:06 PM - 11:40 PM 12/6/2008

Megatron x Starscream (TF:A)

The Senses

Chapter 1: See
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Starscream grumbled angrily as he sat back in his chair, the pair of stasis cuffs hung loosely in his hand. Recently he had gotten one of his clones to sneak into the hidden Decepticon base and install a video camera that linked directly to the monitor he had up at his moon base.

"Lets see what Megafool is up to." He sneered, flicking a switch. The camera changed to Megatron's private quarters and focused on the large mech lying on the berth.

"Heh recharging your life away -Megatron-. Honestly that will get you nowhere." The magenta seeker frowned and watched his ex-leader. Megatron was lying on his side, back facing the camera so Starscream couldn't tell if he was online or not. Suddenly he heard a moan. It was so faint the seeker almost thought he had imagined it, but then he heard it again, louder this time.

"Mmmmm...Aaahhhh..." Megatron groaned quietly. Starscream felt his entire body tense up and he leaned in closer. That's when he noticed it. Megatron's hips were moving back and forth slowly as more grunts and moans of pleasure spilled out of his vocalizer.

The gray mech rolled onto his back and arched his hips up with a blissful sigh. Starscream's optics widened when he saw Megatron's fingers buried in his own port, pushing in and out leisurely. But that wasn't what surprised him most.

"S-S...Star—! Scream!" The Decepticon leader gasped, making the said seeker tremble in arousal. Suddenly the sound cut out and Starscream shrieked in frustration.

"W-What the—? Slaggit stupid clones can't do anything right!" He screeched. Starscream huffed and sat back, still keeping his optics locked onto Megatron's writhing form. Now that he had heard the other 'Con he could just imagine what he sounded like.

Megatron's fingers were pumping in and out of his port faster, harder. His optics were shuttered close in delight, but his mouth was wide open as gasps and moans slipped past. Starscream reached out and ran a single claw down the picture of Megatron's body, wondering what it would feel like if -he- was the one doing that to him.

The larger mech's movements got even more frantic, as he pumped his hips in time with his fingers. His hips rose off the berth and he shook like mad. Suddenly his entire body went tense, every circuit in his body strained and hanging on the edge of overload.

Starscream watched with baited breath, intakes cycling loudly as his own body heated up at the display. He was having a heck of a time trying not to touch himself. The seeker nearly cursed again when Megatron overload with what would probably be a mighty roar. The gray 'Con threw his head back, optics shuttered tightly, mouth wide open, and hips held up off the berth.

Lubricant gushed from his port and Starscream wanted so badly to be there. To lick and taste that lubricant. His fingers and glossa itched and ached for it. He wanted it so desperately that he almost considered groveling at Megatron's feet just to be let back in. And speaking of Megatron, the larger mech had relaxed and was now cleaning up the lubricant.

His port closed and he reclined on the berth, raising a couple of lubricated fingers to his lips. Suddenly the sound clicked back on and Starscream quivered happily when Megatron licked and kissed those fingers then whispered, "Mmmmm...Starscream..."

The seeker watched Megatron until he fell into recharge, then with a sigh turned the camera off and leaned back.

'Frag...' He thought as his hand drifted down to his interface port. It was high time he gave himself a little self-service.

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