The Game

(Ok, I was very stoned, and very bored when this idea popped into my head. I wrote most of it while high as a kite, so please forgive any spelling or grammer mistakes. I hope this is at least entertaining. Sometimes I get the strangest plots in my head and I have to get them out. This was one of them. This was also a bit of an experiment to see how well my writing is while intoxicated. Also, through pure laziness and unoriginality, I gave them their own versions of a penis and, I guess you'd call it a vagina, LOL! I mostly just wanted tab A going into a slot B and didn't get fancy about it. Have fun!)



The Game



No matter the situation, no matter the circumstances, Starscream never missed an opportunity when it was laid directly in front of him. Especially if there was the slightest chance of climbing the ranks.

After so many years with the avaricious mech as his second, Megatron had learned to appreciate the advantages of his nearly suicidal determination and unmatchable skills. For some reason unbeknownst to even his closest companions, Starscream had an unfathomable loathing for existence. He was cold and filled with nothing but contempt for others. He even despised the very ground he walked on. He seemed to believe, or at least act like, the universe owed him something grander and dedicated himself to achieving whatever that may be. Supreme ruler of all of Cybertron topped that list and so the current leader had to fall. Megatron sensed this lust for dominance and soon found a means to redirect the mech's spiteful energy into something far more productive, pointing him like a loaded gun at the Autobots and watching the destruction to follow. Many a battle was won just because Starscream had gotten angry.

However, with all of his strengths, the Seeker still had a few crippling impairments that the silver tyrant learned to disregard or work around. For all his perfection, the jet certainly had some ugly flaws and couldn't disguise them adequately enough to fool his master. His dishonest nature gained him far more enemies than friends and his lack of trust for others only increased his antisocial behavior ten fold. Starscream was far from subtle and no matter how many times he bowed, or how many sycophantic endearments he spoke with that silver glossa of his, a treasonous streak could be seen through that pristine armor. If given the chance, the purple plated mech would no doubt try and seize leadership of the Decepticons.

Truth was that Megatron was far too aware of his Commander and therefore had no fear of the other Con, and for good reason. Starscream also had another impairment if the form of impatience. His frustration with the world and his position in it kept him from ever cementing a capable plan and following through with it efficiently. If Starscream even so much as nudged the tyrant from his throne, all Megatron would have to do would shove back and any scheme the Seeker had conspired would crumble in a childish tantrum and incurable frustration. Therefore, he could tolerate the little cretin's existence with a smile and a nod and a swift kick to the aft to get him back on track.

So when the opportunity to climb the ladder was handed to the jet on a golden platter, he took it with a greedy shine in his optics and a superior smirk on his lips.

And, if only because he could not find an excuse to deny the Seeker and his advances, Megatron let him.

It was something as innocent as a sideways glance and a finely displayed backend. A data pad stylus had slipped from the jet's claws and rolled to a stop next to the the tyrant seated in his throne. Starscream uttered a small noise of irritation and stood from his own seat to fetch the AWOL tool. While bending down to collect it, the Nemesis lurched only slightly. Could have been anything, from a pilot error to a meteoroid slamming against the haul, but none the less, the stupid thing rolled away from his servos. Megatron heard the curse and glanced towards the disturbance as Starscream fished around to capture the object before it slid out of reach again. The Seeker's back was towards him and, while obliviously bending down once again to retrieve the stylus, offered up a very pleasing view of his backside

Even though Starscream was obnoxious and intolerable in certain scenarios the mech was still gorgeous and not even Megatron could deny it with a straight face. With no shame he allowed his optics to roam over the seductive curve of his aft and the slight dip of his back as he straightened.

As if the Seeker could feel optics burning into his backside, he turned towards the tyrant and caught the smoldering greed in the other's heated stare. Being no stranger to advances from would-be suitors, Starscream knew exactly where the silver mech's mind was currently wandering.

If there was an advantage to be gained, Starscream would exploit anything and everything he could. Even sex, despite the fact that intimacy with another was the last thing on his processor. Interaction with another mech was intolerable enough to make any watery satisfaction he would get from it not even worth his time. However, if used correctly, it could have the powerful Con eating out of his servo in no time. That alone was enough to make it worth his efforts.

With a quirk of his hips and and a sly smile the deal was sealed and that very solar cycle ended with the two falling onto the tyrant's berth with a tangle of limbs and glossas. It didn't take much coaxing from the jet to convince Megatron to let him pass the threshold and into his own chamber. It often took less than a glance for Starscream to capture even the weakest minded fools and the seemingly invincible Decepticon leader seemed no different.

It became apparent, only a few klicks into the tangle, that the Seeker's desire for dominance and power carried through to sex as well. With more strength than Megatron would have given him credit for the jet managed to shift their positions and perched atop his master's chest with a victorious little smirk and a sharp rake of claws down silver armor, grinding down hard on the other's pelvis, torturing the trapped appendage beneath it. While the display amused him, Megatron would not give the brat the satisfaction of claiming him. With a lusty growl, he toppled the smaller mech and crushed him slowly and deliciously beneath him.

Starscream gave in quickly, unsure as to how to proceed when the very wind was knocked from his sails. He submitted, gasping as that warm mouth roved over his sensitive dermas, nipping at seems in his plating. Those large servos stroked teasingly down his sides. He was not used to being so passive, and any sex he had ever engaged in was under his control. It was quick and mechanical and got straight to the point. This was slow and totally out of his hands as Megatron gently prodded or guided his every move, rolling him onto his front and marking every inch of Starscream's exposed neck and shoulders with hot kisses. Soft and sweet as he worked the Seeker into a bundle of arousal and frustration.

Foreplay, as Megatron soon found out, was not in Starscream's playbook. The foreign concept of simply enjoying another mech, and not the instant satisfaction from an overload, was as unnecessary as it was time consuming. They could be doing so much more than simple petting and fondling. Megatron doubted that Starscream even knew how to please a partner and not just hump away at them.

The Seeker's eagerness was contagious, but Megatron had far more self restraint then that, and even the seething order to 'hurry up, already' didn't deter him from leisurely enjoying the mech crammed against and underneath him, teasing him into a pathetic, squirming mess. Reaching between the nearly whimpering creature's legs, he slid back a purple panel that hid the aching swollen shaft and tight wet port, already dripping with a slick shine. Slowly he pressed one digit in, chucking into the back of Starscream's neck as the Seeker bucked with a sharp gasp and a wonton moan. He had never been penetrated before and already his spark was hammering against it's casing nervously. His claws dug into the soft material of the berth as he arched up and back into the intrusion, trying to find more of that pleasure that Megatron was denying him, if only to relieve the anxiousness pooling in his circuits. After a few attempts to rock his trapped hips, he gave up with a desperate whine and all but begged the tyrant to fuck him, and fuck him hard.


He was sorely, and pleasantly, disappointed when his master dragged it out for another handful of tormenting klicks with a few strokes of his finger before finally freeing his own trapped arousal and pressing the thick shaft up to the hilt in his trembling Second. Still, he took his time, clamping his large servos down on the jet's narrow waist to keep him still as he withdrew slowly and pushed back in a little harder then before, watching with satisfaction as the pretty mech nearly sobbed into the berth. The virgin port squeezing him so tightly, a few shallow thrusts later he was already nearing his peak and Starscream was in near hysterics as he uttered overwhelmed gasp after gasp and tore the material in his claws to ribbons.

Overload was hard and mind blowing. Both collapsing in tantrum as the delicious sensations faded and their heated bodies cooled. Recharge following after.

And so it continued this way for a while. Either one of them would approach the other whenever the opportunity presented itself. It would always be the same routine. Megatron would take the lead and as always, keeping it slow and intimate. While this was, at first, a novelty for the impersonal, affection adverse mech, the charm eventually wore off and Starscream just wanted it to be done, and with none of this soft chivalry that Megatron was insistent on. He didn't need, nor want, to be treated like a lover. He couldn't care less for the pleasure he could feel at his hands, and if he ever managed to sap some form of satisfaction from the fool, then so be it. Any pleasure he had felt before was simply the result of being caught off guard. He hadn't expected the warlord to actually attempt to make love to him. After all, this was purely for strategy and a means to secure his position at his leader's side. If it kept Megatron interested and within his power, then he would wail like a whore being fucked raw.

The game had begun, and only once he had gained the idiot's trust would he make his move and end it.

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Those legs tightened around his waist, drawing him closer and deeper as the silver tyrant thrust into the warm seemingly wanting body beneath him. Pinning those thin wrists into the berth, he growled as he nuzzled into Starscream's exposed neck. The Seeker bucked hard and cried out as if his entire world was spinning wildly at every steady press of that thick hot shaft within him. He chanted a nonsensical string of sloppy curses mixed with the purr of the larger mech's name. As if in a cheesy pornography the jet writhed and uttered far too many over the top moans to be taken seriously. His body too loose, his voice far too condescending. He was faking, in an almost mocking manor. He had been faking for the last three cycles.

It was too distracting to even bother.

Megatron snarled impatiently as he caught a deadpanned stare that his Second was boring into the ceiling. Starscream was far too lost in his own world to even notice his leader watching his every expression. His anger crested and suddenly everything stopped as cold as the mech beneath him.

Starscream gave the other Con a quizzical glance.

"What are you doing?" He raised an optic ridge, regarding his master as if he'd suddenly gone crazy.

"I'm not in the mood for your dramatic and exaggerated attempts to flatter me." Megatron growled dangerously and crushed down on the wrists trapped beneath his grasp. "If you're not willing to enjoy this, the least you could do is shut your slag sucking mouth and allow me to."

Starscream hissed in pain, shooting an offended glare at his master as his dermas buckled under the pressure. Stung that he had been called out for his attitude.

"Forgive me, My Lord," He spoke between gnashed dentals, trying to remain calm so that he could salvage the situation and keep Megatron from catching on to his scheme. "I regret to say that I am, indeed, just not in the mood for this."

"Then spare me your mockery. Your silence alone would have sufficed and insulted me far less."

Starscream bit back his response and regarded his master's irked expression curiously. The tyrant seemed to take the offence rather personal, as if his Second's lack of pleasure at his hands was a failure on his part. The jet couldn't comprehend how a mech in Megatron's position was so determined to give during sex as much as receive. What was the point of being a kind and careful lover when you were leader of the Decepticons?

"Why do you insist on my enjoyment?" He asked after his master refused to move an inch from his suspended position, hard shaft still poised at his tight port. "Why don't you ever just take me and and be done with it?"

Quick and rough. Something he wouldn't find any sort of enjoyment from. His recollection from past partners assured him of that.

Megatron scoffed, releasing the Seeker's trapped wrists and sitting back as if he had lost all interest in even touching the ignorant Con.

"And where, my dear Starscream, is the fun in that? To treat you as if you're pleasure is inconsequential is to treat you as if you were a masturbatory device and not a partner at all. I take no pleasure in pleasing myself."

He sighed and looked down on the creature beneath him, an expression mixed with frustration and realization that Starscream would never comprehend what he was saying. The purple jet gazing up at him as if he had just spoken a completely different language. Starscream took his pleasure, if he actually got any, in simply taking from his partners what he wanted, where as Megatron wanted to claim the seeker down to his very vocalizations. To devour the other and his pleasure and earn that satisfaction that only a personal and intimate encounter could achieve. To uncover the mech's true colours and relish that he would be the first to see what truly made the beautiful jet tick. Truth be told, he just wanted Starscream, despite his shortcomings.

Starscream had never before been penetrated roughly and if Megatron were to use half of his strength and allow his lust to control his every movement, he would no doubt break the unwitting thing in more ways than one. But seeing as how his affections were nothing but a lost cause, the silver warlord found that he was far too tired to care any longer. He was still surprisingly hard, his body tense and the lingering arousal from before had not yet chilled. The pretty mech beneath him was still trapped and waiting, chest heaving slightly under his ventilations.

"Never mind." He muttered disappointedly, and repositioned himself above his still cold Second. "If you are not in the position to appreciate what I offer, then I am no longer in the position to care."

Starscream's lips parted in a small noise of protest as his master's intentions became clear. He wasn't prepared to just get up and walk away from what he had waited so patiently for all cycle. Left with no choice but to allow the tyrant to finish what he had started, the jet relaxed back into the soft berth with an impatient huff, servos resting just at his sides. A slight twitch as he felt the tip of the other's large shaft press in. He expected this to continue how every other encounter had. Resisting the urge to roll his optics, Starscream decided to try and suck some lukewarm pleasure from the insufferable mech's stuffy and esoteric version of sex. May as well get something for his trouble.

Megatron shuttered his optics, attempting to block out the infuriating bot, and simply tried to feel the warm pliable body beneath him. His port still wet and inviting, his intakes still gently rising and falling against his. Grasping the mech's pretty wings in each servo, the silver Con snapped his hips forward harder than he had ever attempted and lost himself in a the hard, hot pace his lust had set.

The Seeker nearly choked as a roaring pain shot throughout his lower body. Back arching off the berth and servos clutching for whatever stable surface there was to find, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. His optics skewed shut as the large mech rode him far beyond the point of pleasure. Suddenly, he regretted ever begging the silver monster to just hurry up and fuck him. However, his pride would ache far worse to beg him to stop.

After a few dozen more deep, hard thrusts, the initial shock wore off and Starscream relaxed enough to alleviate some of the pressure. Grabbing onto the larger Con's arms, he tried to shift slightly so that the angle of his penetration wouldn't tear at his port. That infinitesimal alteration seemed to help, and soon the jet was able to at least vent comfortably. Small gasps and near whimpers began to spill from his lips as something that wasn't quite pain tickled at his sensors. The slightest hint of something tolerable. Or perhaps more than that.

Suddenly, Starscream hated Megatron more than anything else in his entire known universe. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying the warlord and his touch, or allow himself to be fooled once again into mind shattering overload. It was weak. Far more a failure than it was to lend his body to the bastard to reassure his rank in the first place. Even when the slag sucker tried to hurt him, he still managed to drag out some long forgotten sensation of what true pleasure was supposed to feel like. With such a simple an act as fucking, slow or fast or however the silver Con wanted it, he was defeated, before his mutiny had even begun. The whole plan had backfired.

A small cry broke Megatron from his numb and disconnected trance. The first truly honest noise he had ever gained from the Seeker woke him in a rush of impassioned fury. He gazed down upon the writhing, twisting creature, noting every tremor and bite to his swollen lip, desperate to hold back his overwhelmed vocals. Starscream's helm tossed back and forth as near sobs threatened to spill from his tight chest. He was in pain, yes, but something else started to burn through that not even the worst of acting could disguise.

He was claiming Starscream. Right down to his very outraged, seething, stubborn attempt to hide his pleasure. The choked off groans, the near curses. The way his body was lighting up and growing hot to his touch. The furious twisted expressions of downright awe and contempt as each one in turn played across the pretty mech's face. It was all his.

It was oddly sad that such a complex bot needed such harsh methods to bring out his true colours, and strangely regrettable that all he could manage to drag out was that pure and utter hatred that the Seeker was already known for. But right there in front of him was his Second in command, bared for his optics alone and the brat's true nature took it's ugly form. If Starscream couldn't even trust another being to share intimacy with, how could he be a trusted Second and hope to inherit leadership.

It was a slight loss that Megatron would never gain a true partner in the beautifully talented jet, but a far greater relief to know his efforts were not all in vain. Starscream would be stuck playing this little game until his master called it off. After all, he started the whole charade and to end it now would only serve to evoke wrath in his Lord. Soon his frustration would blossom and his aspirations would be trampled when they too, surfaced, snuffed out when Megatron would catch wind of the treasonous little slaggers intentions. He had successfully trapped the traitor in his own plot.

For now, the warlord would take what pleasure he could from the brat. After all this was a game, and both players were attempting to gain from it what they could. Megatron would willingly play, if only to see how much more of Starscream he could conquer.

Sliding his servos under narrow hips, Megatron stopped his heated thrusting long enough to roll the other mech onto his front, dragging him by the waist until he was up on his knees, helm resting against his forearms as his molten support column failed to bring him to his servos as well. The tyrant spared no time slamming back in, earning a shrill cry for his effort as he resumed his brutal pace, drilling the Seeker into the berth. They wouldn't last much longer. With one servo crunching down on Starscream's hip, pulling and pushing in time with his thrusts, the other wandered over the smooth canopy of the jet's cockpit. Lower and lower it drifted until he grasped the purple mech's aching shaft, tugging and jerking mercilessly. The smaller bot beneath him rocked forward and into the touch instinctively, voice hitching an octave higher. Draping himself over the pretty thing, Megatron nosed into the back of his Seconds' neck, nipping at his hot plating and soothing the small assaults with sweeps of his slick glossa. The pressure built higher and the sound of the single most deliciously vulnerable noise that Starscream could possible make, in the form of a choked off 'please', sent them both over the edge.

Whether it was to Primus, Megatron, or a desperate plea to himself, it was like adding fuel to their already raging fire.

The sleek mech bucked beneath him as his overload hit like a tidal wave, vocals practically crashing in a fizzle of static as he tried desperately to hold back any more pathetic noise. His body curling in and arching up to meet his master, clawed servos dug so deeply into the berth that they had to be tugged free. Fresh energon blood dripping from his lip, crushed between his gnashed dentals as he whimpered one last wounded sound and collapsed into a heap of burned out circuitry. The sweet sensation of being fucked into deep satisfaction ran through his cooling structure. The haze and warmth of sex finally fading from both their tired bodies as Megatron's jaw slid from his second's shoulder, leaving a nice set of crescent shaped dents just beginning to seep fresh energon. He never noticed the tyrant making a chew toy out of him, and suddenly didn't have the energy to care. He was far too angry.

Megatron growled, finally sated, as he rolled off of the Seeker and onto his back. Starscream muttered something unintelligible next to him and slowly, with shaking limbs, managed to sit up. He stared off into the distance as if lost in thought, or perhaps regret, not daring to face his lord. He practically trembled with fury. Enraged at some long destroyed plot, or sudden realization that he was breakable and fragile, and Megatron was untouchable and invincible. Or maybe that this little game of his had already ended and he was not the victor.

"Starscream...." Megatron's deep satisfied purr was the only warning he had before the tyrant captured his wrist and tugged him none to gently until they were practically touching noses. "Care to repeat what you just said for me?"

Starscream's wide eyed shock lasted for only a nano, and suddenly melted away with a look of utter disgust and contempt. He shoved at his master, freeing his trapped limb and scampering back far enough to remain out of seizing distance. Before Megatron could even sit up, the Seeker was on his feet and rushing for the exit.

"I said, I hate you!"

He dashed out the door and was out of sight before the warlord could even blink. Off to hide away in his little corner of the Nemesis until he licked his wounds and restored his pride enough to surface for another orbital cycle. And another round on the berth.

Megatron sighed and relaxed back into his claw marked berth, digits wandering aimlessly over the mutilations in the plush material. He wondered, briefly, if there were any other truths behind his treasons Air commander and whether or not they too would surface when Starscream grew tired of playing his own game.

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