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Megatron towered over his SIC, the heel of his pede pressing into the seeker's neck, cutting off the energon flow to his processors.

"Sometimes I wonder, Starscream..." the name was spat from his lips like a curse, his heel grinding into delicate circuitry. "How long do you think I will be willing to put up with your duplicity? How long before I decide you're no longer worth the risk?"

Lifting his pede, he allowed his Air Commander a moment, lips twisting in amusement as the jet's broken vocalizer clicked and hissed. Whether he begged or persisted in his defiance, Megatron couldn't tell. Truthfully, it hardly mattered at this point; the fight had been drained from his subordinate, leaving only desperate scraps of defiance floating hopelessly amongst the maelstrom of fear and doubt. That was the trick, to push the proud jet, tear at his arrogant pride and spiteful, self-righteous anger, twist his spark until it screamed and splintered, but never break it entirely.

Digging his fingers into the thin plating of a wing, the warlord hauled the limp frame up off the floor before dragging him to the dais in the middle of the command center. Sprawling in his throne, he dropped the seeker in a heap at his feet.

"Fortunately for you, traitor, you have other talents." Gripping his subordinate's helm, he pulled the seeker to his knees. He ran his thumb over the broken, bleeding lips, smearing the pale plating with soft pink energon. "Such a lovely mouth, a shame it's constantly spewing such ugly nonsense."

Releasing the seeker, Megatron settled back in his chair, spreading his knees expectantly. His engines growled in faint arousal as he watched his second struggle to gather his bearings.

One optic cracked and flickering, Starscream swayed slightly as he tried to focus on his commander, his vents heaved air, trying to dispel the heavy grogginess clouding his processors. Bracing himself against the arms of the throne, he bent forward to place a shaky kiss against his leader's pelvic plating.

As the jet nuzzled his crotch plating, Megatron allowed his panel to snap back, laughing when the sudden movement caused Starscream to flinch back. Wrapping his hand around the dark helm, he guided the jet to his spike housing.

"Lick."

Growling in pleasure as his rebellious second obeyed the command, he leaned back, watching the silver glossa caress his swiftly extending spike. Groaning lightly as his seeker took his lord's spike into his mouth, Megatron took a moment to admire the seeker's sleek form. Truly, Starscream could be infuriating, but he was beautiful, even in this damaged condition. Pit, especially when he was damaged, beaten into submission, finally willing to serve his master.

Grasping the seeker's helm, Megatron pulled him closer, forcing his spike into the tight heat of the jet's intake tubing. Ignoring the feeble, sputtering attempts to draw back, he shifted his hips, wrapping his hand around the slender neck to feel the way his spike made the wiring swell and spasm.

Relaxing his grip, he let the seeker draw back for a moment before pulling him back down, setting a rough pace, his spike hitting the back of Starscream's throat with every thrust. The jet struggled weakly against him, low, muffled whimpers escaping his vocalizer, the slight vibration only increasing Megatron's arousal.

Finally, Starscream was unable to subdue his body's desperate attempts to expel the intrusive spike and his tanks heaved, gears grinding roughly as they forced the contents of his reservoirs out. He thanked Primus they were mostly empty, but the retching caused the tubing in his throat to tighten around Megatron's spike, triggering the warlord's overload. With a deep growl, the silver mech released a flood of transfluid into his throat, and Starscream tried to swallow, but his roiling tanks fought against it as he retched and sputtered, smearing his face plates with dark, viscous transfluid.

Megatron held the seeker in place, the choking spasms milking the last of his overload from his spike. One last, hard thrust and he released the jet, smirking as his proud SIC knelt at his feet, coughing and choking on his transfluids. The trim air frame, beaten and broken, the bright paint smeared and stained with vital fluids and Megatron's lust, it was an arousing sight and the Decepticon lord felt his spike stirring with renewed interest.

"You see, Starscream..." He rose from his seat, approaching the seeker, "This is where you belong- groveling, at my feet, covered in filth."

Starscream curled in on himself, instinctively shielding his helm and cockpit, grunting in pain as his master's pede struck him in side, sprawling him on the floor.

Crouching next to the quivering jet, Megatron ran his fingers along the dark helm in a taunting mockery of a caress. "Poor, wretched thing, if only you could learn your place. If only you could server me, adore me as you once did."

Running his thumb over the broken optic, Megatron smiled as his second's trembling increased. Delusional as he might be, Starscream was not stupid. Gentling his voice to a soft coo, Megatron laid a hand on the jet's shoulder, "You remember, don't you? When you were my young, eager protégé? Such a loyal mech, unquestioning, and always a willing guest in my berth. Was I not kind, securing you a position of power amongst my mechs? Was I not generous, allowing you to form a trine, helping you seek out mechs that were worthy of my army? But still you will not tolerate my command, still you covet my power."

Hooking a finger under Starscream's jaw, he turned the seeker's face to the throne, "Is that what you want? Would that make you happy, Starscream?" Lifting him by the scruff, Megatron tossed face first into the throne, "Perhaps you should make yourself comfortable then."

One hand splayed against the Starscream's wings, pressing him into the cold metal, Megatron used the other hand to rip the jet's pelvic plating from his frame. Ignoring the pitiful, scrabbling attempt his subordinate made to push back from the seat, Megatron positioned himself at the entrance to the seeker's valve, entering him in one harsh movement.

Growling in appreciation as the tight, clenching valve gripped his spike, Megatron took both Starscream's wrists in one hand, pinning them just below the seeker's wings. Unable to brace himself, the smaller mech was shoved forward, chassis and cockpit scraping over the chair when his commander began moving. Megatron gave him no chance to adjust to the spike, and it scraped painfully against his dry valve with every penetrating thrust.

The under lubricated valve was uncomfortable, causing too much friction against Megatron's spike as he pounded into the defenseless mech, but the warlord was more concerned with dominating his rebellious soldier then with pleasure. Leaning his weight against the smaller frame, he pushed mech's face down, grinding it into the hard metal seat, relishing the way Starscream's chassis heaved in silent, sobbing screams.

Feeling his spike swell with the approaching overload, Megatron doubled his pace, growling with pleasure as tears in the valve lining slicked the trembling walls with energon. With one last grunt the silver mech buried himself to the hilt in the tight heat, transfluid coursing through his spike, flooding the bleeding valve. Pulling out, he stood over the seeker, letting the last of his overload splash across the seeker's wings, working his twitching spike with his hand to be sure every drop was spent.

Swatting the seeker onto the floor, he kicked the limp frame away from his throne. "Pathetic. This is why you shall never be the leader of the Decepticons, Starscream, you are a filthy, traitorous wretch. Be grateful I let you dissuade me from punishing your subordinates, next time you fail me I might not be so kind."

Stepping over the broken mech, he commed Thundercracker, "Retrieve your sorry excuse for an air commander and see to it someone cleans the throne room. I will expect him to be in attendance for tomorrow's strategy meeting, I will hold you personally responsible if he does not make it."

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It didn't take long for Thundercracker to reach his wingmate, he had been waiting nearby for the inevitable call. It was a blessing that the Decepticon Lord always called Thundercracker instead of Skywarp. The blue jet couldn't guess the reasoning behind that small mercy, but he wasn't about to second guess it.

Gathering his commander in his arms, he headed back to their quarters, trying to assess the damage Starscream had taken this time. Hopefully there was nothing Thundercracker couldn't repair himself, they were running out of favors with the constructicons. Laying the barely online seeker on a berth, Thundercracker wondered how much longer they could keep this up.
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