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A Good Queen	By : paw07 Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 3152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2: The Taking
Megatron moaned, his helm ached.
He tried to sit up instinctively, but found he could not.
Had he been punched across the battle field again by Prime? Onlining his optics, fearing a bright glare for the Earth’s infernal star… he be blinked, optics going offline and on. He seemed to be in a large circular room of some sort with metal beams and … fabric hung all about.
That was a lot of fabric.
Wait, what?
No, no. What was he doing here?
Trying to sit up again in order to fully observe his surroundings, the warlord once again met resistance from his arms and a clinking noise as well. Slowly, half of him already distinguishing what was wrong by the weight on his wrists, Megatron looked up … and cursed. He was handcuffed to one of the metal beams. A reinforced metallic beam from the look of it!
It then all came back in a wave … Starscream.
Sitting up by sliding nearer to the wall, he growled under his breath, trying to think of what diabolical scheme the seeker was up to that required him to be alive. Pulling on the restraints… he decided a part of him didn’t really want to know because this … there was something wrong with this set up.
He should be in a dungeon at least … not this curtained, foam and now pillow lined place.
Giving a mighty tug, Megatron grunted in pain. These were tight yet had such long chains. Strange.
Ignoring the oddity, the grey mech grunted as he pulled on the restraints once more, his wrists aching from the energon cuffs that had him tied to the caged wall of this contraption. Really, why was the exterior built for small weapons’ grade defense while the base was layered with plush and billows… his aft had it off pretty well actually and that bothered him. Why was he caged yet Starscream had went to such lengths to keep him somewhat comfortable? It bothered him deeply and he pulled against the cuffs almost erratically, succeeding in only hurting himself, his wrists threatening to bleed. Slag, why was he acting like such a weakling? All of his weapons’ programs were still online… even if he didn’t have any weapons but his fist left. Then again, there was this old program that was running overtime.
What was that… he knew a part of him, an old part that existed in him since he was activated, knew what it was. What the pit…
“I wouldn’t bother if I were you… I made those restraints specifically for you.”
Head slamming to the side, there was suddenly a squeal like a metal door being opened and then closed. Megatron immediately bared his teeth as he watched as one of those ridiculous human curtains were lifted to reveal none other than the traitor in question, gleaming like a little whore.
Not that he heard Starscream spark shared with anyone but perhaps his seekers.
Megatron growled at his capturer, “Starscream, what is the meaning of this? If you are going to assassinate me, then do it and stop wasting my time, or release me and fight me like a real mech.”
Starscream, closing the locking door behind him, the sound of a lock almost making Megatron cringe, shook his head, “I have no intention of killing you Megatron. That would be a waste.”
Optics becoming slits, the warlord growled, “What do you mean by … waste?”
Coming closer, mindful that Megatron’s legs were still free, the seeker leaned down and got near the warlord’s face. Then with a grace he didn’t see coming, the seeker was locking lips with his. Megatron’s optics became wide in surprise, his mouth opening. He regretted that immediately as the seeker took advantage of the gasp and snaked his metallic tongue inside.
Grunting, trying to break the kiss, the warlord didn’t even realize Starscream’s hands were elsewhere as the other mech slowly started to drag Megatron away from the wall and out of a sitting position. It wasn’t until he was fully on his back and that the seeker was slowly spreading those grey legs did Megatron brake free by biting the other’s lip, yelling, “Release me Starscream or suffer the consequences!”
Wiping a little bit of energon from his lips, Starscream made now commit to that he slowly raised one leg and spread himself over the grey mech’s form.
The warlord twitched, not liking the position though it didn’t seem sexual in nature, yet, as the mech murmured, “Come now, Megatron, I was hoping we could have a good … evening. I have such good plans and a little corporation on your part will decide the remainder of our precarious relationship.”
“Get off me,” he grumbled, giggling the cuffs for a moment as he added, “Our only relationship is Master and disobedient soldier, something you will pay for when I get out of these cuffs.”
Shaking his head, frowning, so sure this was going to fail, the seeker added, “Not tonight. You are below me tonight… in a literal sense. I respect all my lovers, if they moan just right.”
The position was no longer just irritating, but coy as he red and blue mech took a moment to grind his hips against the gray mech.
“Now, let’s get you heated up. I want you dripping,” murmured Starscream as he got lower and lower, spreading Megatron’s legs the whole time.
Then, twitching, Megatron felt those long fingers start to place themselves over his cod piece. He immediately shivered, wondering if Starscream was going to torture him through such delicate not to mention worthless equipment. There was a valve down there from early transformer evolution. Most had it removed because it was just a left over with no use … and entirely too delicate for a war-mech.
There was an ancient rumor that some mech’s played with that equipment but that thought was just ludicrous. What could such a sensitive impute valve possibly be used for? If you wanted pleasure, it was through spark-sex.
“What are you going to do?” almost whispered Megatron, fearing a painful torture as the impute valve’s delicate feelers were destroyed by an angry seeker.
Finally getting the cod piece to hiss open, his own length shivering under its casing, Starscream whispered back, “Pray that those slaggen Lords of mine were right about this.”
Then, feeling how tight his own equipment was becoming from the beauty and purity of Megatron’s valve with its pouty grey lips, Starscream leaned his head down into that crevasse between the grey mech’s legs. He kissed the valve first, knowing just from looking at it, that the valve was lucky to have ever been touched by Megatron. Not that he was surprised. Only rich, lazy mechs and femmes had time to explore their bodies.
Not miners that became gladiators… they barely had time to rest or heal.
Well, he would make this good for Megatron. So he ignored the curses from the warlord as he kissed the valve’s opening again. Then, feeling his own tightness for it had been far too long, he grabbed Megatron’s thighs and stuck his tongue out … he then gingerly licked the length of the valve opening.
Megatron arched, barking, “What the frag do you think you are doing! Did you just lick me!”
Ignoring the confused mech, as he had taken many perplexed mechs and femmes in the past, he licked it again. Then, being more daring, he pressed his wet tongue into the opening as his spike pressing against his cod. Finally, with little restraint, the flier started eating his treat. He was so famished. He was so hungry and tired of waiting to meet this valve, to explore this valve. So excited with finally having it, he was soon bobbing between those legs, thrusting his tongue in and out and sucking like a hungry babe. Megatron, completely disgusted probably, was trying to shift away, trying to jump away from the assault that was getting him wet as he cursed and barked.
Soon, Megatron was all but roaring in rage, thrusting towards Starscream’s face as he tried to at least hurt the other’s jaw. It wasn’t until he started feeling a tingling in his nether regions with each thrust that Megatron stopped, his spark picking up pace as the valve twitched.
Starscream merely moaned at the other’s voice as he gained a tinge of fear, “S-starscream… what are you doing to me?”
There was no demanded in that voice, just a simple plea from an inexperienced mech. Moaning between those legs, the valve finally reacting though not really lubing since the breeding protocols wouldn’t come online until he was inside for a first timer, Starscream sat up. His jaw glistening with fluids, his hunger slowly increasing. In truth, he almost felt bad with how frightened Megatron looked, though the mech was certainly struggling to hide it.
Coming forward, crawling over the other’s form until he was perched above him, Starscream reached one hand forward and cupped the back of the warlord’s helm as he came forward for a kiss. It was short and sweet as he felt Megatron shiver beneath him. The grey mech was slowly becoming terrified. He knew power and strength but not this.
His Lords had been right.
Megatron was so wise and old and yet so much younger in some ways.
Finally answering the grey mech’s question, Starsream replied, “I’m going to make you feel good … and I’m going to feel good as well. Though … it may sting a little at first.”
Excited by how Megatron’s frightened optics followed the hand that had been cupping his helm, Starsream reached for his own cod piece and as soon as it clicked open, a hard, breeding-ready spike extended into the soft light. Megatron slammed backwards immediately, a look of horror on his face as he barked, “What is that! Where is your valve!”
Starscreamed cooed at his lover, enticed by the inexperienced transformer’s fear, “Shh, shh. Calm down. I never had one. Now, this is going to hurt, but just bear with me.”
Megatron, who had been staring at the spike and how it twitched, looked up and swallowed at the hungry look in the seeker’s optics. Part of him considered head-butting the other, but when Starscream started to lower himself and that rod-thing downward towards his revealed valve… horror overcame him.
Starscream was going to stick that dripping thing into him!
Shifting his hips, hating how the other mech had spread his legs open so far, Megatron shook his head, “No! You are not putting that thing in me! I will kill you for this … this … whatever this is! Stop! Stop!”
Megatron might have taken time to be ashamed of how his voice had gained a squeaky aspect, but could only howl in rage and horror as the seeker successfully started pushing that thick long thing into him, moaning like a little slut.
At first, Megatron might have called it minor discomfort until Starscream stopped with a grunt… it was no longer sliding in easily, the head barely in.
Sighing, knowing this had to come, the seeker whispered, “This will hurt, lover. J-just bare with it until I’m completely in.”
His first thrust inward almost made him pull out as Megatron roared in pain, inadvertently causing himself to buck which only pressed the metallic cock in deeper. Starscream, not wanting to have to re-penetrate, quickly grabbed and stilled those hips and he pressed into the valve a little more, shushing the other as the gunformer whimpered in pain, “It’s alright. I’m already half way in. Just a few more inches.”
Megatron’s face bothered the seeker as his lips gained a pained and horrified expression. Part of him wanted to continuing hushing Megatron and telling him that it was normal, that this is how they were meant to breed; that those components were sensitive, yes, but this was also going to become pleasurable very soon. The valve walls were just stretching. Soon, there would be lube and it would feel good like it had started to when he had been licking down there.
But Megatron’s voice answered first.
“What the slag are you doing to me,” cried Megatron as he buried his head into his shoulder and struggle to intake air, pulling against the restraints and hissing in pain every time the rod slid down into his warm depth. Soon, Starscream remained still because he was worried Megatron would break into some sort of hysteria, the warlord’s systems were hiccupping in pain as his hips tried to squirm away. A few moments later it seemed the valve was adapting and Megatron had calmed somewhat and so, cock so hard he felt he may never come, Starscream just grabbed those wide hips –so perfect for birthing- and held the larger mech still as he continued his slow penetration.
Megatron arched with a howl.
It was times like these that the seeker was upset there were so few fertile clan males and that valve play had worn out of style, being messy especially with so few spikes to properly pleasure the rest of the population. Taking a virgin valve was concerning. One never knew it they were really hurting the other or if it was normal stretching.
Unable to stop his Princely nature from showing, for if this worked this would be the first time with his queen, Starscream shushed the other, “Just bear with me… soon it will feel good.”
“I-I’ll slaggen kill you,” Megatron groaned in retort, trying to shift his hips away from the pain, but the other just keep slowly pulling down and in. Megatron was so sure he was ripped down there that he was feeling blood pool in the valve… wait, it was too thick. W-why was Starscream smiling?
“Good, you’re lubing. Now I can pick up the pace,” said the seeker, pressing in the rest of his cock, metallic hips slapping into each other. Megatron tried to remain silent until the rod pulled out, just to slap back in with a wet sound. Megatron cried out, the stretching happening all over again as the cock pulled out slowly and slid back in. Wanting to keep even a little of his pride, the warlord buried his face into his arm promising revenge for … whatever this was.
He’d cut that rod thing off!
Pace picking up, his vents hitching, especially Starscream’s, the seeker reached forward and pulled Megatron’s faced out of the crook in his shoulder, murmuring, “Don’t hide your face from me. I want to see you, I want to see you when it starts feeling good.”
The warlord was about to cry that this would never feel good when Starscream lifted his hips some and placed a hand on his aft … gaining more room to pick up the pace. Megatron yipped as the speed picked up, sure that he was going to have his insides ripped up with that spiked torture device, but instead the wire cluster in his valve clenched and it felt strangely … pleasurable.
Megatron open his mouth and his optics dimmed as the pleasurable pulse happened again and again with each plunge of Starscream’s spike.
Starscream, loving that slacked jawed expression that bared Megatron’s teeth with each plunge, just purred in response as he grinded his spike to try and call out another strange throb.
Megatron’s inexperienced valve didn’t disappoint and it wasn’t ten klinks in that a groan escaped the submissive lover, lube starting to fall from the hole that Starscream was penetrating. Megatron wasn’t sure what exactly the mech was doing. All he knew was that those components were left over, far too sensitive that they were labeled junk from an earlier time in transformers’ history… but he had never had time to remove it like most transformers. Once he finally had the funds, he didn’t have the time… he was a warlord. He didn’t have the fourteen to thirty cycles to lie in a medical berth a recover from its removal as was the norm.
Hell, Prime still had his. He kicked him there once and the mech had went down hard.
The slagger should really have his removed if it was that sensitive but then again… why didn’t he know that this could be so good.
Frag. Oh frag, why were the wires constricting like that? Something was coming… something. Something big. Uh, waiting was like torture!
Megatron moaned, legs squirming, the only limbs free and not knowing what else to do. He wanted to grab the fraggen peacock and pull him closer so he could have more of that hot rod inside. He immediately pushed away that thought.
Why was he thinking that? Why was he liking the way the seeker was defiling his circuitry, pressing into him like a jackhammer as fluids splattered between the two of them. It was wrong, yet every system was positively buzzing in pleasure. Even spark fragging wasn’t this good, though his spark was hammering in his chassis as if that was what they were doing.
Another moan escaping him, the lube now running down his legs, Megatron started shivering. Something was coming, coming, but it wasn’t there. The seeker wasn’t doing something right in order to finish it. Growling, he wrapped his legs around the other and hissed, “Move faster or hard… or something… ugh.”
Starscream stalled, surprised. His Lords had been right; he had to be dominating in every aspect… even in bed. He had chosen well in a mate. He had wondered at some points, as the prince of the seekers, if he should cut his losses and pick a different queen, but inside Megatron right now, feeling his energy field slam upward, his valve clench. Megatron was perfect. His reaction were spot on and his chassis was large… his carrying chamber was too if Hook’s diagrams were anything to go on.
That slaggen medic had wanted to remove at least the chamber once when Megatron had been damaged in the abdomen, but Starscream had been adamant, stating that Megatron didn’t want to be laid up for cycles healing. The medic had nodded in agreement. After that, the seekers had been adamant in watching Hook… no one was ruining his heir’s growth chamber.
All that work was for little disappointment though, now that he was inside Megatron. The wait and suffering was all worth it.
Chuckling and stalling, he watched disappointment fill Megatron’s optic, the warlord, ex-warlord that is, gained a desperate expression. Megatron wanted to come, but that was entirely Starscream’s choice. Megatron was now dominated, a queen, and not warlord so Starscream would decide when the other came.
Pulling on his restraints, the gunformer growled, “Don’t you slaggen stop. I’m so close...”
“I know,” replied the seeker, being far more gentle now that his mate was now acting properly by submitting, if a little bossy. He wouldn’t make the other wait too long. Megatron was being so good for his first time, even with all the screaming.
Running a hand down Megatron’s cheek, the transformer leaning into it and surprisingly kissing the palm as he pressed a finger over his lips, Starscream stated, “And I will let you come, but only if you behave. Now, open your chassis, bare your spark to me my to be mate and queen.”
Megatron seemed to pull out of his haze a little bit, a tinge of fear coming into his optics. The slagger could kill him far too easily if he bared his spark. Swallowing, his valve still clench the hot rod demandingly though his mind now was wondering if that hot rod was a good thing. This was all a trap, wasn’t it?
“N..no… and what do you mean by queen?”
Smiling, trying to hide the nervousness of losing the prospect of this mate, Starscream pulled out almost all the way liking the way Megatron twisted his hips up, trying to rewrap the rod in his valve. The seeker knew taunting would keep him, but if Megatron didn’t open his chassis and come… this all would be for naught. He needed this to happen, now, while he had the ex-warlord’s submissive breeding programs were activated.
The slagger probably didn’t even notice those ancient programs had come online during the painful penetration. Most first timers never did.
“Don’t worry, love,” oh how he liked that word instead of Master and would soon be using it every night after, “I will not harm your spark. I just want this to be twice as pleasurable and yes, if all goes well… you will be my queen.”
Megatron growled, trying to thrust up so his valve could get the rod but the rod just rose up a little bit more… out of his reach. Shivering in need, he whimpered, “Queen is for the submissive ruler… I’m a warlord!”
Starscream frowned and then rose to his knees, chassis no longer touching the others. Then opening his chassis seductively, showing that his spark was nearly twice the size of Megatron’s, being a rare fertile male, this was normal. He smiled at Megatron’s shock, letting its light rain on the other as he stated, “Then you don’t want my spike… or this.”
Blinking, uncertain how the hell his chassis could hold such a thing when Starscream would be pressing his spark down into him, Megatron shuddered as he felt the rod penetrate him just slightly. Oh pit, queen was just the title for someone on the bottom anyway, it didn’t mean anything. He wanted it; a deep part of him really wanted it. Opening his chassis with a simple command, shivering in a slight fear that he had made the wrong choice, Megatron stated, “Frag me, you slagger.”
Leaning forward, penetrating his partner as he leaned back down, just over his to-be queen’s chassis, he touched Megatron’s face and tenderly kissed him. His engine purred as he stated, “No need to rush. I’ll be fragging you many times my queen, now this may hurt a little at first, but my spike has to expand to release the nanites and to prep your valve for impregnation.”
Suddenly getting an eerie feeling as he was about to asked what the frag the other meant by that, the seeker slammed his chassis down onto the other, sparks lashing out to greet one another. Megatron cried out along with the screeching seeker, the pleasure replaced with a sore pain as the spike thrust into him like a hot bullet. In and out the cock went, seeming to suddenly expand twice its girth. His second cry out was in pain, but then just as quickly as his valve tried to adjust, the flyer started to thrust in and out as deep as he could go, the spike’s tip trying to break the thin glass that cover the carrying chamber. Hearing a crack, valve struggling to handle the girth, Megatron howled, but the cock was just getting faster and faster until his whimpers of pain turned into screams of “please” and “Starscream”.
Big was nice and with a little painful Megatron was finally coming, the spasms growing harder and faster, his spark all a flutter, programs he never knew he had coming to the surface telling lines to that useless chamber in his abdomen to come online.
Then, it came, his valve spasming uncontrollably grabbing for the spike pounding inside him. Starscream lived up to his name as his spike reacted just as forcefully, something hot spewing from the tip and into the chamber connect to the valve. Their sparks soon following after, the two blending into each other. It was just too much. It was just too fraggen good. Megatron’s systems were screaming and before he knew it, the spike was done oozing into him and their sparks were flowing back into their correct chassis. He was vaguely aware, as his systems shut down one at a time, that Starscream was slowly kissing his forehead and looking down into his spark chamber lovingly, telling him he had done well.
There were two of them… he would make a great hive queen.
XXX
Paw07: It always bothered me that Megatron always had to be the dominate in StarscreamMegatron… so I decided to mess it up a little bit. Oh what fun. XD
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