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Ambrosia	By : CGH Category: Transformers > Beast Wars Views: 4288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers: Beast Wars, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-FINALE
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He woke up to strange wires connecting him to the wall. A quick internal sweep scan told him his systems were charged, his joint lubricant had been recycled and all physical damage done to him by Megatron was now repaired.
The delicious memory of earlier made Starscream tremble inside. Nobody ever gave him an overload like that before.
Picking the cables off as he went, Starscream stood up to his full height and surveyed his environment. It was a gray and gold cavern that appeared semi-organic. The walls were always in motion, shifting like a breathing chest. In some places, tubing came so close to the surface that he could see pulsations and hear the rushing sound as fluids were pumped through. Other sections, Starscream realized, actually changed colors if he stared long enough. The light source of the corridor turned out to be long fiber-optic cables running along the ceiling like bioluminescent creatures. They shifted slowly, mimicking the dance of atmospheric auroras.
The corners of Starscream's mouth tensed with unease. Everything around him seemed...alive.
"Where am I?" he wondered.
Silence. His voice didn't even echo. It should have--the shape of the corridor was supposed to be acoustically perfect.
The Seeker continued on his current path, rounding another corner to find himself staring down an even darker hallway. He followed it.
The path simply ended in a wall. He found it with his nose--no light. The darkness reminded him of Unicron. Darkness was a veil of mystery, a black shroud capable of revealing and concealing.
Suddenly, the floor shifted like a conveyor belt. Starscream fell on his aft.
"Hey! Whoever is doing this, you aren't funny!"
You really don't want to go that way, Starscream, came Unicron's cool reply.
"Why?"
You're inside my body. That corridor leads to my waste management system. You really don't want to swim in sewage, do you?
Starscream jumped away from the wall as if it bit him. His metal feet clattered on the hard ground and his right wing slammed into the opposite wall. Gasping, he turned to touch the wall he just ran into, terrified that he'd damaged it. Then he shook his head. Such a miniscule bump wouldn't hurt Unicron!
"So I'm--inside you?"
Correct.
Grumbling, Starscream backtracked until the lights came on--just in time for him to smack into another wall.
"Stop doing that!"
Are you always this temperamental when you first wake up?
"I am when my oh-so-polite host decides to run me into walls."
Silence...no witty retort...which aggravated Starscream even more. If this was what he had to put up with for his entire stay, he swore he'd just head back to the moon base and forget the whole deal.
Megatron is probably aware that I'm gone now, Starscream thought to himself. The thought of Megatron, aroused and unable to find his favorite outlet made him smirk in delight. It didn't last long. And if he knows I'm gone, he's probably going to request a 'meeting' at the first opportunity. I'm trashed if I do, trashed if I don't!
"Lovely." Starscream groused at nothing. He followed another corridor until it split off in two directions. How many tunnels did Unicron have inside his body?
Distant noises drew his attention. Grinding, crunching and hissing, the sound of something large and hard being pulverized. The entire cavern shook and it came to Starscream's attention that Unicron could be eating a planet right that moment. His eyes widened. Not Earth!
No, not Earth. Earth's time is not over.
He shuddered. "You won't digest me by accident, right?"
No.
Light once again blinded Starscream's optics, forcing him to clap a hand over his face. He lowered his arm to discover the familiar grays of the moon base throne room. Except, instead of Megatron, it was Unicron sitting in the throne. How odd that he seemed to naturally belong there. He slouched back with one ankle resting across the opposite knee, and his hands were neatly folded on his stomach while his wing array splayed haphazardly over the throne's arms.
Unicron held himself as still as his lips were earlier. He was stone, a being unreachable by anything mortal. Not even the dust floating in the air dared settle on his body, which glistened in the "sunlight".
Then he turned his head and all but his red optics fell into shadow. His gaze welded Starscream to the floor.
"You hate him," said Unicron. "You loathe him."
"I don't--"
"You love his appearance. I agree--he is rather attractive, but..." Unicron let the crossed leg move until his foot clanked down on the floor. The movement was smooth, calculated. He sat up straight and looked Starscream square in the eyes, "...you are even better looking than he is. He's jealous of that, Starscream." Then he smirked and the light passed across his lips as if the photons in the air couldn't resist caressing him.
Starscream stiffened at Unicron's words. He snarled, "I know I'm good-looking! I'm not that pathetically lacking in confidence! Why do you think that bastard fucks me all the time? If he wasn't picky, he'd fuck anybody. It's such an honor to be his favorite toy."
"The hate you feel towards Megatron excites me," Unicron went on, never breaking optic contact. His steady stare held an eternal hunger.
Uncomfortable and angry, Starscream hugged himself, averted his eyes and leaned on the wall behind him. He saw Unicron's feet approach and unconsciously dug himself deeper against the wall. Unicron placed a curved finger under Starscream's chin and lifted his head.
"Keep your optics on mine, Starscream. This is your first lesson." Unicron said, tracing Starscream's lower lip with his thumb, a gesture both exciting and terrifying. "Every time Megatron looks at you and you look away, you assert his dominance over you. He can control you with just a look. What you want is to vitiate his control over you."
Primus, his voice was intoxicating. And his touch--Starscream's lips were extremely sensitive to begin with. Having them caressed this way melted him inside. He turned away from it.
"W-what if Megatron calls me insolent for not backing down?"
"Let him strike you, but don't let your eyes leave his. Don't strike back. That will show you have the restraint he lacks. Eventually he will get tired of it and shift his attention elsewhere--Starscream, keep looking at me."
Starscream fixed his orange optics back onto Unicron's red ones. He had to fight the tornado of doubt wreaking havoc across his logic circuits. Having Unicron touch his mouth again didn't make things any easier. Suddenly, he realized the Chaos-bringer was a lot closer than before--he'd been stealthily inching forward during their entire conversation. Starscream wondered how he failed to notice this before. Was the dark god really that seductive?
Unicron went on, "Asserting your dominance doesn't start with sex, Starscream." That delicious finger slid down over Starscream's cockpit. "Display it in other areas, then carry it over." His face came forward. "It's more subtle that way." Another inch closer, his perfect face filling Starscream's view. "Does Megatron watch you when he kisses you?"
Unnerved by his growing arousal, Starscream struggled for a coherent reply. "I--I don't know. I shut my optics off when he kisses me."
"I noticed. From now on, leave them on."
With that, Unicron devoured Starscream's lips.
Starscream fought the instinct to cringe and dim his optics. He saw Unicron's mechanical eyeballs moving behind the red optic glass, staying focused directly on him. It felt so strange to watch...yet exciting too. He saw how the light played off Unicron's red optics and disappeared into the black stripes on his cheeks.
"Good, Starscream," whispered Unicron between kisses, "Now get angry. Kiss me like you hate me."
"All of this better be worth my while, Unicron," Starscream growled. Unicron had such an obsession with hate. What if he was just a toy to Unicron, too? Something Unicron only pleased to keep it loyal? His scrambled mind tried to recall a human figure of speech involving flies, honey and vinegar�but Unicron's kiss made thinking a near impossibility.
"I can send you back to Megatron if you wish it. You should be grateful I'm giving you this opportunity."
Starscream's eyes flared. He bared his teeth and nearly reached for his wing blade. Grateful? Maybe Unicron should be grateful he graced him with his presence!
"You're angry. Good." Unicron squinted down at him and smirked. "Now, kiss me."
Snarling, Starscream fastened his mouth to Unicron's pouty lips. He glared into his eyes as he thrust his tongue into the Chaos-bringer's mouth. Unicron's body began to heat up. He responded only fleetingly to Starscream's assault.
"More brutal. Make it..." he pulled Starscream against him, "...hurt."
Starscream bit Unicron's lower lip with all the force he could muster. Then he viciously sucked the top one into his mouth and let it go. He felt Unicron's intakes release a long sigh.
Suddenly, Unicron clamped his arms around Starscream's waist. The steel trap of a golden god. Starscream gave a startled grunt. He found himself being carried across the room. Unicron seated himself in the throne. The motion was fluid, almost rehearsed, and Starscream felt every twist and vibration of his body. His legs had nowhere to go but apart, straddling the larger robot's lap. It took him a moment to realize the position he was in, that he was on top. He felt bigger than the mighty Unicron, and it was...exciting.
"Do you like it there, Starscream?" purred Unicron. "It must feel wonderful to be on top after so many years underneath him."
"I--"
"Don't be ashamed. You are allowed to feel this way." Leaning up, Unicron licked Starscream's lips with a casualness that foretold their immediate future. "Show me your desire, Starscream. Show me what it wants you to do."
Being in the dominant position made Starscream almost drunk with bliss. "I can do..."
"Anything you want."
Starscream tried to ignore his self-doubts. He bent over and ran his tongue along the black stripes on Unicron's face. The way Unicron grabbed Starscream's hips and arched up to him proved an incredible turn on. He just aroused a GOD! He had the power to excite a god!
He had power.
"Yes, Starscream...what else do you desire?"
"I want to overload you," Starscream said without hesitation. He had to speak before he thought or else his conscience would drag him back into his cage. The doubts banged on his mental walls, telling him he should be lying back, submitting, not dominating. His doubts angered him. Ire fueled the growing arousal spiraling the length of his access port.
Unicron lifted his chin, his face unreadable.
Without breaking his glare away from Unicron, Starscream reached down and popped his cone open. His lips curled in a snarl as he reached, hesitated and finally fingered the larger bot's crotch plate. His fingertips encountered hot panels and seams, but no access port. Usually there was a release switch that triggered it to open. Starscream couldn't find it, and it embarrassed him. Every bot's body was different, but the only bodies he knew were his own and Megatron's.
His ministrations heated the paneling even more.
Dammit, I have to ask. This is pathetic! Starscream forgot himself and grabbed Unicron's beard, shrieking in frustration, "Where's your access port?"
The corner of Unicron's lips curved into a wicked half-grin that bared one fang. Taking Starscream's hand, he guided it to the top of his codpiece. "Push."
Starscream pressed down. A small panel on the front of Unicron's crotch slid out like a drawer. It was barely large enough to accommodate two fingers.
Why did he have such a tiny port?
Starscream shrugged mentally. He stuck his finger into the port and felt around. It was loaded, absolutely loaded with scorching sensors and pulsating lubricant tubing. Heat sinks lined the sides. Lights blinked near the outer edges.
Unicron arched an optic ridge. "I won't break, Starscream. Jam it in."
"Jam it?"
"Starscream," Unicron leaned over, his voice stern, "I am not Megatron. I want you to touch me. Here, I'll even get you started." He took Starscream's hand, guided it down and shoved it hard into his open port--so hard that metal screeched on metal. A shudder ran the length of his body. "See? Is that so difficult?"
Starscream stared at how his finger was buried up to the first knuckle in wires, metal and the dark god's growing lust. He could see sparks spitting around his fingertip.
He hung his head, trembling, wanting desperately to escape the self-defeating thoughts trying to hold him prisoner. They circled his processors like the links of a chain that bound his consciousness to a single idea.
Except it never was his idea. It was Megatron's.
And for now, the chain was stronger than him. He lifted his finger, not yet ready to take that step.
"I think..." Starscream lifted himself off Unicron's lap, "...I'd like to explore a bit--if you don't mind, that is. Maybe...if I do that, I'll feel like--"
"If that is what you want." Unicron gestured to himself, the smirk never leaving his expression. "Then it pleases me."
Starscream wanted to smile but he bit that urge back. He let his fingers slide all over Unicron's torso, taking in the textures and surfaces. Long ago, he moved his hands that way to bring life to his imagination. The familiarity washed over him, easing his tension. He forgot, briefly, that he touched a living being and not holographic gas. Unicron had so many details on his body--a zig zag seam in the center of his chest, lights, panels, sensors...they were fascinating.
He straightened and his tongue traced Unicron's black facial stripes. They tasted like hot metal and oil. Starscream loved oil, the thicker the better. He kissed his way down Unicron's body to the open port. It stuck out like a tantalizing doorway to something amazing. Within it laid a maze of fiber optic neural cables extending all the way to Unicron's Spark chamber.
Think of it as another body part. You're exploring.
Starscream outlined the port with his tongue before tasting the rubbery wires and copper-flavored circuits nestled within. He imagined the feedback signals he generated zipping along on their predetermined paths, bringing light to Unicron's dark internals before exploding forth as miniature lightning strikes across their destination.
"Starscream," Unicron whispered. He gripped the arms of the throne and stared down through burning red eyes, his gaze maddeningly opaque.
Starscream probed deeper--every Transformer had one sweet spot somewhere inside their access port. It could be anything from a line of solder to a cluster of wires. He used his fingers to part the wires blocking his way and shoved his tongue as far down into the port as it would go. There it was...towards the tip, a coil curled around thick wiring...he circled it slowly with his tongue. Unicron's hips arched and his optics lost focus. He released the throne and gripped Starscream's head, holding him there. Starscream knew then that he was stimulating the dark god's sweet spot.
The doubts Starscream felt slowly fell away. He shook off their remains and lapped at the coppery warmth sparking under his tongue. His ministrations generated static discharges that tickled his teeth.
Hardly as sound came from Unicron. The only encouragement he offered was the careful pressure his hands exerted. Sometimes they tightened, sometimes they relaxed...and sometimes his fingers even curled.
Unicron's arousal became Starscream's. Knowing he made a god spark...even in his wildest dreams he never imagined it possible. Yet for all that Unicron still remained in his own realm beyond mortal understanding.
"Ohh," Starscream moaned, intoxicated by the moment.
Unicron calmly pulled Starscream's face off his crotch. Starscream found himself lifted up, yanked forward and violently kissed. Unicron laid him down on the floor. His head moved down--measuring, studying. Then Starscream felt a hot mouth close around his cone and the universe blew up around him. Unicron's glossa was the smoothest thing he ever felt as it slithered into his secrets. His own "sweet spot" was a white cable festooning the front inner walls of his cone.
Unicron wrapped his tongue around it.
Starscream's world tunneled. "Oh--oh my...Unicron!"
"Mm, you taste like hot solder."
Starscream thought lava and water trickled through his body, flowing inward towards an infinite singularity between his legs. Oh, that blessed tongue rolled around his insides like it knew him, and for once he welcomed the invasion. Starscream caught a glimpse of Unicron's tongue fully extended just before it dipped out of sight again. It actually touched the top of his metal goatee. What an incredible glossa--long and pointy, able to reach into almost any crevice. He found parts of Starscream's ports that Starscream himself didn't even know he had.
"Ungh!" Starscream threw his legs over Unicron's shoulders and sat up on his elbows to watch. He was shocked to find his entire cone in the other bot's silver mouth. Somehow, Unicron created feedback with his teeth, there were sparks literally flying off his fangs. He stared straight into Starscream's eyes, and the way the sun created diagonal patterns across his optics made them seem even deader than before.
The trickle feeling became a stream, then a full blown river with rapids crashing over his neural net. Starscream wailed and flopped around like a fish. "Y-you shoulda l-let me f-finish you f-first! You--OH! Ohhhh--Prim--OH!" his words garbled into plaintive cries as his orgasm arrived.
Unicron took his lovely, sweet time dragging out the sensation. Starscream fell back and grabbed the top of his own head, pressing his other fist to his mouth as if to contain the orgasm in his body. Unicron's hands wandered across his cockpit and sides, trailing delight in their wake. Oh, Primus, he was amazing. When the energy pulses stopped firing, he took his place again on the throne and rubbed Starscream's leg with his foot. It took Starscream a moment to recover. He jumped onto Unicron's lap, trembling in a mix of anger and passion. He wanted to cause the first overload!
"Relax, Starscream. You were thinking too much."
"So?"
"Stop thinking. Just feel. Your body is a room that has never seen sunlight. You're trapped inside that tiny space because you have never seen what lies outside. And here I am, holding the door open for you. Come on, Starscream..."
Ooh, Starscream wanted to punch him. "You're being nonsensical!"
"Now you're angry again." Unicron planted small kisses along Starscream's jaw line, "Give me that anger, Starscream."
"Grrr!"
Starscream felt Unicron wrap an arm around his waist, pressing him against his chest. He jammed two fingers into Unicron's access port. It was intended to hurt, but Unicron stiffened in pleasure instead.
"Starscream, yes, like that...give it to me. I made you angry, now punish me."
Fine, I'll feed your sick desire. Starscream jabbed Unicron again and again, each stabbing motion creating showers of hot electricity. Unicron watched him through dead eyes. Once again his hands expressed his pleasure, switching randomly between balled fists and steel claws.
In minutes, Unicron's previously-cooling access port burned like a weapon about to discharge. No Transformer could be more ready than that.
Starscream lifted himself up and lowered his sensitized cone into the port. It barely fit. Static made their access panels crackle like popcorn.
In the name of Primus, Unicron felt amazing! He had total control of the charge inside his port--Starscream felt it tickle down his cone from top to bottom like a hand stroking him. It moved down, then up and even in spirals. The electricity reached his Spark chamber before he could send his return strokes. He couldn't even control his own discharges.
"Ungh..." Starscream panted. As soon as his mouth opened, Unicron lunged in for a fierce kiss.
"Relax," whispered Unicron between lip locks. He rubbed his fingers over Starscream's wings, "Don't rush. Enjoy the build-up."
Easier said than done. Starscream tried to relax his body while Unicron sent delightful pulses from his crotch to the top of his head and back. How this didn't fry his circuitry was a mystery, but he loved it! The way Unicron held him was almost loving. He rested his head on his shoulder and felt those fantastic, large hands trace patterns over his chassis.
"You enjoyed this last time...let's try it again." Unicron slipped two wing array digits into Starscream's jet engine nozzles. Starscream grabbed them and quickly discovered how sensitive they were. Touching them made Unicron skip an intake cycle.
His head still swimming, Starscream got an idea. He glanced down towards their joined ports and focused his energy into the tip of his cone. One large bolt instead of several tiny forked ones. Painful to the average Transformer.
Unicron writhed beneath him.
"Yessssss, Starscream!� His voice shuddered along with his metal frame. The pulses he sent through Starscream grew more chaotic and irregular. If they got into synch, the charge would loop through them both and create a nearly simultaneous overload. Starscream dug himself deeper into the port, pressing against the sweet spot his tongue found earlier. Unicron arched and hissed, "Yes..."
Tingling spread through Starscream's lower half. He counted Unicron's pulses. One nanosecond, two nanoseconds--there! He discharged the same instant he felt Unicron fire.
ZAP!
Lightning shot between their bodies like a Jacob's ladder.
Unicron rocked back and his grip nearly broke Starscream in half. His red optics flared like twin suns. He panted through parted lips, looking like someone in pain...but it wasn't pain that coursed through his body.
"Sssssstarscream," he hissed. His left hand jerked off Starscream's frame, slammed down on the arm of the throne and tightened until cracks appeared around his fingertips. His right hand remained in a shaking fist against Starscream's lower back.
Starscream had about three seconds to realize he was making the most powerful being in the universe overload. Then the arc reached his Spark chamber and plucked his neural system like a fine stringed instrument. He shrieked and his body twitched involuntarily. This orgasm was more powerful than the last.
"OH..SH--" his face contorted and twisted into ugly snarls, but he didn't care. He had stepped through the door Unicron opened--he was just his body, and at this moment that body only knew immense pleasure. It was meant to feel that pleasure. "AAAAAAH--SHIT! SH-SHIT!" His optics flickered and he forgot about maintaining eye contact.
Eventually, Starscream's optics cut out completely. The last thing he remembered was bending his head down to kiss Unicron's parted lips.
He regained his senses slumped against Unicron's shoulder. Everything inside him felt hot. His cone was completely numb, like some body part that belonged to another bot.
Primus, was it me who felt that, or a dream?
Starscream slowly pushed himself to sit up. His dim orange optics focused on Unicron. Smoke rose from a few of his joints as well. "So...how was that for you?"
Meeting Starscream's gaze, Unicron gave his narrow aft a little pat. He stayed slumped back in the throne, legs spread and his port hanging open. "I enjoyed it. Watching you go off is more fun, though...Megatron doesn't know what a great sight he's denying himself."
"Mm." Starscream sighed. Just moving his hands required a phenomenal effort. He propped his elbow on Unicron's broad gold shoulder and settled his cheek on his palm, gazing at him. Unicron seemed to respect him--something Megatron never did. It felt great knowing someone actually thought of him as something more than a worm or a free overload port.
I could get used to this life... He traced the other bot's metal goatee. Unicron tilted his head and arched an 'eyebrow.' I'm a Decepticon...I belong in the heat of battle. But--it's all so pointless. The balance shifts constantly. What's the point? Where do I stand? Where--
Unicron's face shifted and his lips fastened around Starscream's, silencing his mind. "In a war," he whispered, "there are no winners or losers--just those who survive and those who perish."
"What if I don't want to fight anymore?"
A one-shouldered shrug. "Then walk away. There isn't a rule that says you have to be on anybody's side."
"What do you--"
But the room melted around Starscream. Unicron vanished. The Seeker found himself sitting on the floor in the same corridor he awoke to earlier. Part of the wall opened and a plain, stainless steel box slid out.
"What's this? Unicron?"
No reply.
Shrugging, Starscream lifted the lid on the box. It was filled to the brim with oil truffles. Hollow wax balls stuffed full of the thickest liquid oil and lightly dusted in rust. This particular kind was only accessible to the richest Cybertronians. They were so delicate that they had to be made by hand, not on an assembly line.
He popped one of the red-brown spheres into his mouth and it fell apart between his teeth, spilling flavor over his glossa. Gooey sweet oil, chewy wax and another wave of gritty sweetness from the rust. He held a hand over his mouth, smiling as he chewed. Oh, Primus, it tasted so good it was utterly sinful.
That, Starscream, is what sex is supposed to be like.
"Mmmmmm--huh?"
On Cybertron, it is said that the only thing better than what you're eating is sex. There is nothing wrong with enjoying a good truffle...and there is nothing wrong with enjoying a good uplink.
Starscream closed the box and pushed it towards the slot from which it came. The container popped back out.
Eat them all. They'll clean your fuel tank.
He really wasn't hungry anymore, but he finished the offering anyway. Each truffle tasted better than the last. Remarkably, the sick feeling in his gas tank disappeared.
"Unicron--"
Rest, Starscream. There will be time enough for more talk later.
Starscream seated himself against the nearest wall and turned his optics off. As he drifted offline, he swore he heard chimes tinkling in the distance. The gentle music eased his troubled mind until sleep claimed him.
.o
"Walking in with an attitude like that is going to guarantee Megatron's victory over you."
Discomfort pinched at the pit of Starscream's fuel tanks. He lifted his eyes from the floor to focus on Unicron, who sat again in the same throne as last time.
"I know what's coming to me. Why fight? I just let him get it over with."
Unicron folded his hands in his lap and sat back in the throne. His optics glowed dimly in the low light, showing no clues to his emotions. "You keep hoping that one day, he'll let you overload. Starscream, that ship flew a long time ago. It won't happen as long as Megatron has control of the situation."
Starscream whipped his gaze to meet Unicron's. The mote of discomfort in his belly ignited into a hot ember. He clenched his fists, straightened his posture and faced the other Transformer full-on.
"Much better. See? Look at the difference." Unicron tapped his fingers and part of the floor rose up like liquid metal. Its surface smoothed and Starscream saw his own reflection staring back at him. His posture made him appear more confident than he felt.
Suddenly, the metal surface morphed into a bas-relief of Megatron's head. The image smirked and spoke in Megatron's distinctive voice, "You are a worthless waste of space. All you ever do is fail."
Starscream winced. Unicron closed his fist and the liquid metal shattered like glass. The droplets splattered all over Starscream, silver dew that stuck to his armor. He felt a stinging sensation and realized the droplets had become a weak acid that ate at his body.
"They're just words, Starscream. But you hold onto them. They stick in your mind, burning you. Megatron wields words like weapons. Words can only wound you if you actually believe them. And, trust me on this, I know that being told the same thing time and time again does warp your mind. Words are a potent weapon if you let yourself be vulnerable to them. However--in the end--they're just words." Unicron's face lost even more expression, if such was possible. He pointed at Starscream and the drops rolled off onto the floor. They left no trace of damage. "Simply let them roll off and they can't hurt you."
"Easier said than done. All I ever hear is how I fail!" Starscream snarled. Was there a point to all this?
Unicron regarded him coolly. "Exactly. And because you believe it, you set yourself up to fail every time. Your mind has been lead to believe failure is what is expected of you."
That tiny ember in Starscream's gut turned into a supernova. "Shut up!"
In a flash of motion he whipped his wing blade free of its housing, ignited it and flung himself at Unicron. Red light followed his diagonal slash. He felt the blade cut through metal and took delight in the satisfying crunch. His smile didn't last long.
Unicron still looked up at him without a scratch on his body. Behind him, the throne cracked and the top half that had been cleanly cut slid almost silently to the floor. It landed with a crash.
Starscream's jaw dropped and his optics nearly bugged out of his head. He looked at his glowing wing blade in disbelief. I-I cut him in half! His knees collapsed and he sank, sucking air into his intakes. Terror wrapped itself around his throat as he realized he raised his weapon at a god. Great, he probably incurred Unicron's wrath. He clenched his body in anticipation of the killing strike. Any second now.
Something moved.
Starscream winced.
The floor morphed into Megatron's face, same as the pillar. It smiled and spoke gently, "You are my best soldier, Starscream. Your service and companionship mean everything to me. You fight like a champion--like a Decepticon worthy of my army. I have nothing but respect for you and your abilities."
Tears misted Starscream's optics. He smashed his fist into the image, squashing it back into the floor. "Stop it!"
"Why?" Unicron asked. He settled back against the throne's backing, which had reconstructed itself to its full glory. "It's what you want to hear. You don't believe what you heard?"
"Of course not!" shouted Starscream.
"Why?"
"Because it's Megatron. He'd never say anything like that to me!"
"Is that the real reason, Starscream? Is it because it's Megatron, or is it because you don't feel worthy of such compliments?"
A hot lump swelled in Starscream's throat. Unicron had effortlessly grabbed the noose of pain surrounding him and cinched it tight.
"It hurts," said Unicron. "You want to believe those words."
The lump in Starscream's throat responded like the charge in his cone during sexual activity. As if the words spoken to him stroked it.
Then Unicron knelt at his side, whispering into his audio sensor, "You are his best soldier, Starscream."
If I was, then why does he treat me like slag? Starscream thought. He clenched his teeth as the feeling in his throat spread warmth into his eyes, irritating them so more mech fluid mist condensed to cool them.
"You've let the things he says get to you for too long. He's whittled you down inside. He's stringing you along, making you think a compliment is just around the corner. That is why you keep laying back for him. You think that being his sexual outlet gives you worth in his eyes." Unicron's optics were icy and his voice continued to probe the ache in Starscream's throat. "You're better than that, Starscream."
Starscream's intakes hitched as the heavy ache filled his entire being like an orgasm. He watched two golden-hued tears drop onto the floor next to his fist, which was still planted in the flattened likeness of Megatron's face. More tears followed the first two. He finally placed his hand over his eyes and let the sobs come. They were sobs from the depths of his being, resonating through the canyon-sized scar they carved over the last several millennia. Once the tears found a release it seemed as if Starscream would drown in them. He sank all the way to the floor and curled up in a ball, no longer caring how it looked.
Familiar hunger flashed through Unicron's optics. They could be both expressive and dead at the same time. There was always something in them floating slightly beyond perception, like a dream forgotten upon waking.
"I'm crying. Happy now?" Starscream choked, trembling so hard his armor rattled against the floor. He forced himself to sit up and leaned towards Unicron--how silly he must have looked, doing this while crying his optics off. "Does it get you off?"
Unicron placed his hands on Starscream's shoulders, halting him. "We aren't doing that."
"You're in the mood." Primus, he hated how his voice rose higher when he cried. When he hid his tears on the moon base, he could blame it on dust in his vocal apparatus. Now, here, he couldn't conceal anything.
"But you aren't. 'No' is an acceptable response to my advances. I want you to want me, or else I won't touch you."
Starscream tried to turn away, embarrassed by his tears. "Why are you doing this?"
Unicron's thumb caressed his cheek, catching a bead of mech fluid. "To make sure you never forget how to cry. Nothing in this universe is worse than pain you can not release."
"What would a god like you know about pain?" Starscream snarled. He wiped at the streaks on his cheeks. More formed, rendering the action useless.
When Unicron spoke, his voice was soft and distant, "Enough to be its prisoner."
As soon as the words left Unicron's lips, the room blurred and faded. Starscream sat once again in the corridor. He leaned against the wall with his head in his hands and continued to weep like a Sparkling. The tears he shed fell into a small depression in the floor, the smooth surface rippling each time he sobbed.
Starscream finally regained control of himself. To his surprise he felt a sense of relief. The heavy sensation locked like a fist in his chest seemed less tight. He wiped his hands all over his face to erase any evidence of crying and glanced down at the floor. His tired reflection gazed back from the tiny ocean his tears created. It was cloudy with the dust particles each mech fluid droplet pulled off his optics and cheeks.
He'd been baptized by tears in the belly of a god.
"Unicron--"
You're welcome.
.o
Days of endless, aimless wandering of Unicron's body finally brought Starscream to a massive chamber. Its walls were perfectly smooth and golden like Unicron's armor. Starscream lifted his optics and immediately recognized the vast outcropping jutting out across the way.
Unicron's head, he gasped. So this is where it pops out from�
Unicron's head was folded upside down and recessed into the wall. Blocky components blocked Starscream's view of the giant's optics, cheeks and mouth. Only the nose stuck up--a silver mountain reaching into blackness.
The compartment holding the head had no gravity. Starscream leapt and floated freely like a dust mote in the dimness. Unicron's face was a mosaic of silver panels piled on top of each other, each ranging in size from hundreds of feet to mere inches. They fit together without leaving any gaps.
Starscream drifted until he came to the bridge of Unicron's nose. It was a mountain to him. He scaled it for fun and perched on the very tip. Unicron knew he was there...Starscream knew he knew...it made climbing the nose all the more forbidden. He pondered masturbating to see if it'd garner a reaction, but quickly discarded the idea. Touching himself while sitting on Unicron's nose seemed as insulting as Megatron urinating on his face.
Megatron... Just thinking the name left a bad taste in Starscream's mouth. The parts of him touched by Megatron felt tainted. Days ago, when Unicron touched those same places, he flinched as if they contained invisible wounds.
"Boy, it's quiet."
Silence.
Unicron rarely talked between lessons. He could be quieter than the vacuum outside, only speaking when it suited him. That didn't stop Starscream from trying; Unicron heard his voice and thoughts no matter where he went in his body.
The Seeker frowned and tried again. "It must get lonely out here."
Another awkward moment passed. There wasn't always an answer. Sometimes the reply came minutes to hours later.
Unicron felt social this time. His rich voice rumbled from somewhere inside the walls...or was Starscream hearing it in his mind?
Not really. I have you here.
"Somehow...I knew you'd say that."
A sarcastic snicker. What more did you expect?
"I--dunno. What did you do before you met me?�
I slept a lot. Nothing like a century long nap to rejuvenate my sensors. Now, what are you doing on my nose?
Starscream huffed, "Exploring. It's not every day you get to go spelunking in somebody's intestines. So let me guess�your head is tucked between your knees?"
Good guess.
"Interesting."
They were quiet again for several minutes. Then Unicron spoke softly, his cool monotone vibrating the entire chamber.
Do you enjoy the unknown, Starscream?
Starscream looked up, his orange eyes flickering. "Uh..."
Let's have a little fun.
Reality went dark and Unicron's hands raked across Starscream's chassis. His purchase on the god's nose lost, Starscream felt himself tumbling in a void. A hand caught his arm and pushed him backwards. The same hand reappeared at his back and shoved him in another direction.
"Scared, Starscream?" Unicron spoke from somewhere on the left.
Starscream flailed. Any second now he expected to smash painfully into something sharp. "What the f--"
Unicron's arms clamped around him. "Relax."
Hungry lips devoured his mouth. Starscream melted into it. A familiar port slid up around his cone, locking him into place. He fumbled blindly, fingers clattering across a broad chest and square shoulders. His hands shifted upwards to a sharp and angled face. At the same time he felt lips all over his throat, the fangs screeching against his armor. Fingers probed his wings and the tentacles of an array pressed onto his aft.
Ohh... when Unicron did that, he more than made up for his lack of conversation.
Then Unicron kicked off. He sent them flipping head over heels into the dark. Their heads came inches from the monolithic nose--so close Starscream heard the air swish over it each turn. To make matters worse, Unicron flapped his wing array every few revolutions to increase their spin rate. Starscream's equilibrium chips interpreted it as falling backwards and sent collision warnings across his neural net. Self-preservation reflexes kicked in, making his boosters fire blindly. Unicron still hung on, which increased speed even more! He appeared in flashes--his lust-filled bloodstone optics, a smirk baring one fang and the giant nose of his real body zipping past their heads.
Starscream shrieked, "Unicron! W-we could smash our heads!"
"Maybe." Unicron's voice swirled around them both. He sounded perfectly calm, like someone who did this every day. "The unknown makes it interesting, doesn't it?"
"I--"
A kiss cut him off. "Stop thinking, Starscream. Just feel."
Unicron pumped his energy fast and hard. His discharges were frenzied, wanting, and rough. G-forces threatened to pull them apart. Starscream didn't know up from down, left from right, and could do nothing but hold on so his limbs didn't fly off in the madness. His boosters continued to go off every thirty seconds. Unicron timed his pulses to their rotation--Starscream counted them--a pulse each time their heads passed the nose. The sensation splattered through his body as if confused by the G-forces pulling at his back. He whimpered in a mix of terror and pleasure, burying his face in Unicron's chest. Such an emotional conundrum produced an orgasm that made his boosters fire harder. The G-forces became painful fingers pinching at his joints.
If Unicron overloaded, it went unnoticed in all the confusion.
"That's enough for now." said Unicron. He gradually stopped their spin and sat Starscream down on solid ground.
The blackness abated. Starscream found himself sitting exactly where he seated himself before. His sensors took ages to recognize the spinning had stopped and he rested on something solid again--and for those few seconds he believed he still whirled helplessly. Clarity brought confusion...did Unicron just ravish him or did he fantasize it? He looked down at the scratches on his shoulder--marks from Unicron's fangs.
I didn't imagine it...I've got bite marks to prove it.
The Seeker reclined on his stomach across the nose, kissing it to thank it for being solid ground. His fuel tank threatened to output and he pondered puking in Unicron's nostril as revenge. The tank settled down, spoiling his plan. He flopped back onto his stomach like a lazy human, not caring that the surface he rested didn't forgive his body contours. Lying down brought back the spinning sensation to a weaker degree.
"That was fun..." Starscream said to himself. It surprised even him. At the time it wasn't, but now that he could look back and analyze he realized the fear and unknown made it exciting. How many Transformers could say they uplinked while back-flipping fifty times a minute?
.o
Another time, Unicron opened a screen in the wall and allowed Starscream to see the universe outside. Before them drifted a disc of glowing matter spinning violently like water flowing down a drain. Its center appeared to stand still, a calm oasis amidst chaos. Across the screen, right in its path, a delicate chevron-shaped nebula of deep blues and purples that spread out several thousand miles. Something flickered near its outer edge. One of the proto stars blasted its shell away and shone its newborn light into the void, its birth announced by a ripple flowing through the entire nebula.
Suddenly, the nebula distorted. Its ravager plowed right into its center. Starscream watched the star nursery warp and glow as the gas superheated. Unborn stars were torn apart. The only survivor was the newborn star--the gravity of the black hole sent it skipping into the void.
In a century, maybe less, half of the nebula would be in the black hole's center. All those potential stars and worlds, lost.
It seems so unfair!
It is the balance of the universe, Starscream, Unicron said in his mind, his voice oddly gentle. The same thing happens in a smaller scale. You call it "war."
That made Starscream hug himself as if his own body made him uncomfortable. War...everywhere...even the universe appeared to fight with itself, warring over existence and nonexistence. He looked again at the star that escaped. From his perspective it moved in slow motion even though he knew it was zooming thousands of miles per second. It stood apart from the violence, striking out on its own.
And in doing so it survived.
Black holes, tunnels into the unknown...a place where time stands still. People can turn into black holes, too. Bound in eternal orbit around a time in their life they can not escape.
Unicron fell silent for so long that Starscream wondered if he actually spoke at all. Then his voice resumed, steady and slow, never rising above a monotone, Never become a black hole, Starscream. It is not a kind existence.
Starscream opened his mouth to ask Unicron what he meant...but Unicron appeared and pinned him to the wall. His thoughts were cast to the abyss.
The dark god made an approving noise. Starscream was rather proud of himself for not flinching when those large, talented hands pinched his wingtips. Oh, he really, really, really liked it when Unicron did that.
"You always let me make the first move." Unicron looked down his nose. Starscream did a double take at Unicron's face. His angular, perfect features had been softened by the blue light from the monitor at his left. Reflections of it glistened in his dimmed optics. In that frozen nanosecond he became a mystical creature who could pull the stars within reach. Then his voice broke the stillness and he was Unicron again--harsh, angular and cold. "Stop waiting."
Gasping, Starscream mentally collected himself. Unicron had shifted even closer, no longer bound to the soft lighting that held him seconds ago.
"What makes you think I'm waiting for anything? I like it when you come at me with that horny look in your eyes."
"Oh, this one?" Unicron's optics flared.
It turned Starscream on like a light. He gripped the wall behind him, his cone burning. "Take me."
"You wish it?"
"Yes."
"Very well, then."
Starscream didn't get a chance to say more. Unicron descended upon him.
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