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Odd Moments	By : DeeDaday Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 9045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Who did Star call? Read onnnnn.
Mandatory apology from the G1-allergic fan: I'm sorry. The most I know about this particular character is that he's arrogant as hell. This is going to seem like total crack, and perhaps some of you like that, but a) it's super-hard to think up random TFs that a Seeker can hook hisself up with (and still make it relevant and in-character) and b) I'm trying to bring in more G1 kids because of a certain... switch-over that shall be forthcoming.
That said, this was strange as hell to write. Satisfying in a hey-I'm-getting-better-at-random-porn way, but strange.
Pairings: Implicit-slash-boobytrapped Megatron/Starscream and Starscream/surprise!

Warnings: Oral, anal, frot
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Substitute
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Fifteen minutes in found Starscream almost gnawing on his perfect claws, pacing the floor of his spotless apartment as he waited for his unofficial callboy. Boy was a bit more accurate term than he was used to, but he was perfectly allowed to have boy-toys eight years younger than him. His age-barriers were more respectable than some men's.
He instantly clamped down any thoughts of silver hair and veined hands.
The boy. Their meeting had been about a month ago and under rather... undesirable circumstances. Starscream had been sitting at a downtown bar, telling himself he should try to pick up a man to blow off some steam with, but the only thing that particular bar seemed to present was boys. Lots and lots of boys. Boys in makeup.
It made him feel old and sour, to see little seventeen-year-old twinks shooting shy glances at each other, and the slightest bit disgusted to see them giggling and dancing. He nearly hissed at a pale blond boy who tried to speak with him (rather, tried to stutter with him), feeling less and less inclined towards making the slightest bit of contact with another human, much less being hilt-deep in one. Sometimes he utterly hated having to deal with people to get to sex. The Seeker heir kept ducking over the bar so the garish lighting wouldn't show the D-Con brand bags under his eyes, considering leaving before the ugliness caught and spread to the rest of him. He was downing the rest of his drink when the hand came down on his shoulder.
It was only because his mouth and hands were busy that he didn't slap the intruder and curse at him. But then he turned around and came face-to-face with a gorgeous young man he was positive he'd seen in some sort of cologne ad: he had feathery black hair swept over his cobalt eyes and, lower, a tight white muscle-shirt. He was utterly ridiculous, but he was also standing right in front of the older man with a sultry half-smile on his sculpted lips.
Starscream still managed to snap at him, feeling even uglier and trying to hide it while trying to sort out how this young thing was trying to mock him, already preparing a response to any ‘ugly old queen' comment. He was utterly not in the mood anymore. After being fended off several times, his young visitor finally leaned on the bar, flashing a bit of hard, delicious hip-line, and did the best, most tactless bit of negotiating Starscream had ever heard.
"I understand you're busy. I can tell just by looking at your shoes. But y'see, I'm gorgeous, you're gorgeous, and I don't see any reason why we shouldn't be fucking in the next fifteen minutes."
Slowly, greased by a sudden surge of hormones, Starscream's aghast scowl spread into a wry sort of smirk and he seized the boy's belt-loops under the bar, yanking him close.
It took them about ten minutes to get to his apartment, but Sunstreaker lived up to his grandeur. He was an amazing fuck, plain and simple, and pretty to look at. It did Starscream's ego a great deal of good to have an utterly ripped, Calven Klein nineteen-year-old draped over his back, big hands running over his flat chest. He tolerated it until the glow faded, then the touch became sticky and unwelcome and he rolled over. Sunstreaker had propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at him curiously.
"Heir to the Seeker fortune, huh?"
Starscream immediately went stiff, but Sunstreaker was also possessed of nigh-effortless talent of reading signals. Or he just didn't care enough to... care. He immediately slipped off the bed with a devil-may-care grace, getting back into his discarded clothing. They didn't speak until the boy slung his leather jacket over his bare chest (the muscleshirt was crumpled in his pocket) and hitched his jeans up.
"Call me if you need a fuck."
"I'm hurt. No dinner?" Starscream asked mockingly from his bed, somehow intrinsically stung by the fact no one would try to capture him even if being left alone was exactly what he wanted. Sunstreaker shot him a smirk over his shoulder, pants already slipping down his hips and caught only by the grace of his round ass.
"Not with my schedule."
The same went for Starscream, and that was the understatement of the year. He barely had time for this. Which, as noted, he needed. Very, very badly. He hated it because Megatron was the cause, but that didn't change the fact he'd basically had a constant erection for two weeks because of the man. He was past denying the very concept: he needed any and all relief he could get.
Cursing, Starscream fairly ran to the door when he heard the knock, forcing himself to breathe in and scowl and look superior before opening it. Sunstreaker, dressed in more clothes than usual, sauntered in with a devious up-and-down and a superior little grin that Starscream didn't like in the slightest. Suddenly, scowling was quite effortless.
"You're late."
Stripping off his yellow-ribbed leather jacket and throwing it on the couch, Sunstreaker ignored him, just as he generally ignored anything that didn't agree with him.
"Second time this week, Screamer," the pretty boy whistled. Starscream twitched at the nickname, reminding himself why he put up with the brat when Sunstreaker reached to put his bag aside and his pectorals downright glistened. He crossed his arms cheekily, coming to a halt right in front of D-Con's rail-thin Second. "What's eating you?"
"Funny you should ask," Starscream sneered, jerking him forward by his belt and pushing the shorter man to his knees.
Sunstreaker grumbled some at the merciless pace, good-natured (at least, as he ever was), but quickly adjusted to his new position. With all the speed of a thoroughly trained fuck-buddy, he undid the older man's pants and sucked him through his black briefs, teasingly. The Seeker's growl and the clawed hand on the back of his head was enough to tell him Starscream did not favor games tonight. The younger's special tantric ‘nonsense' was out then, too.
Resigned but never unhappy, the young man freed Starscream's rigid cock and took him into his mouth, eliciting an open-mouthed exhalation from above him. Sunstreaker sucked hard, letting the Seeker push between his wet lips, feeling fingers tighten in his hair as he sucked the head of his hot erection. The Seeker's surprisingly substantial cock pressed against the back of his throat, but before he could swallow, Starscream moved away, kicking off his pants. Wetting his lips, Sunstreaker watched the show, leaning back against the couch, still fully dressed. Like the body-connoisseur he was, he admired the lean contours that could only come from something like swimming: bulking up traditionally would have ruined a body like Starscream's, made it look sparse and try-hard due to his skinny frame.
"What's your order, master?" Sunstreaker asked, grinning already. Judging by the rate at which the businessman was ripping off his clothes, it would be a good night.
"Fuck me," he grunted, following the order with a sullen, accusatory glare. "And don't be cute about it."
"Don't question my methods," he responded lazily, toying with the button to his jeans. "If you scream, you've got no right to complain."
Stalking to his bedroom, Starscream flung his button-down shirt onto the bed, and turned right into Sunstreaker's chest, who grabbed his hair and pulled him into a hard kiss. The first scrape of warm, willing flesh was welcome, but Starscream didn't relax into it. Rather, he went brittle and pulled the shorter, heavier young man onto the bed, who slid easily atop him. Starscream was brought to a full-body shudder just by the scrape of the boy's warm tan hips against the inside of his spread legs; his gut gave a dangerous, desperate clench.
Propped on his elbow, Sunstreaker broke the twisting kiss long enough to mess with the tube from the bedside table, reach down and grab both of their slick-tipped cocks in one hand. Starscream bit back a moan as the cold gel hit his scalding skin, but the roughness of Sunstreaker's palm grating along his length made up for it, especially as the boy slowly rolled his hips, driving their aching erections together.
"Can't wait to fuck you," he murmured, leaning down to nip the Seeker's ear and kiss behind it. The white body beneath him began to tense in time with his soft thrusts, and he could have sworn he heard Starscream's breath catch as the other's nails dug into his waist. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll cry."
"Then stop talking about it," Starscream hissed against his neck, gripping his ass and pushing down so hard Sunstreaker lost his balance and nearly fell atop him.
"God dammit, what's your deal?"
Sunstreaker never received an answer: the other man's nonverbal demand of rolling onto his front said enough. Gritting his teeth, the younger man brusquely pushed the Seeker onto his knees, assuming (and hoping) the pushy gesture would offend him, but Starscream just shivered into the sheets. He even let his legs be yanked apart, then only twisted at the hips when Sunstreaker sadistically pressed between his spread legs just far enough to be felt but not enough to penetrate. Starscream groaned desperately and he relented, gripping his white hips and shoving in with a tense, ecstatic hiss.
The knotted Seeker moaned outright when the thick cock pushed deep into him, spreading his legs further and dipping his back. He resisted reaching for his red erection: he needed to have this fucked out of him, pure and simple. He needed to be filled and fucked and have someone else set the pace until he came just because he wasn't able to stop.
Needed to be led by hard hands.
Sunstreaker set a strong pace, hips slapping against his narrow ass and forcing periodic whimpers from him as his shoulders jerked again and again. Pleasure built steadily in his gut and it was wonderful, for once, not to worry about leading from the bottom. Starscream never allowed himself passivity even as he preferred being on the receiving end—but it still wasn't enough. Being pushed around had helped stoke his lust, but he needed something harder. Something a beautiful nineteen year old boy just wasn't right for. Starscream slumped onto his elbows, pushed there by the quivering in his thighs, and he felt a crinkle under his cheek. He convulsively dug his nails into the fabric as Sunstreaker thrust into him firmly, feeling lavender cotton a second before he breathed in—and smelled him.
The rich cologne and the cigar smoke hit Starscream like speed, left there on his suit shirt after a full day with the President--and there, in his bed, the huge man claimed him without ever touching him.
His blood heated to an instant boil with something as simple as a scent intimately connected to a fox-smile and iron arms. The big hands on his hips doubled in calluses and veins and Starscream suddenly moaned, voice raw. He arched into the strong thighs behind him, forcing the slick length deep enough to hurt. A curse came from behind him and the man—silver-haired, black-haired, his ears begged for a deep chuckle, some sort of proof that the man behind him knew how to fuck him just how he liked it, knew how to take control and leave him crying for it—yanked his hips back, thrusting hard and fast.
The Seeker breathed in deeply again, and the smell (the promise of a hard mouth and a hand gripping the back of his neck) was enough to send him over the edge, a wounded animal noise shaking his body as intensely as the train-wreck of an orgasm. His hips jerked; warmth spattered onto his neck as pleasure ripped through him. A second later, spurred by his vulnerable noise and the vice-like tightening of his shaking body, Sunstreaker spilled into him like a man struck, panting and pushing against him.
Exhausted in a way he had no words for, Starscream crumpled onto the bed the moment Sunstreaker shakily disentangled himself, realizing he was curling into the discarded button-down when a button scraped his cheek. He stiffened immediately, all of the throbbing, liquid after-warmth dropping from his body and leaving his muscles cold and gritty. Disgust chased it hard and fast. He snatched it up and tossed it off the bed, curling up further as the mattress dipped.
"Next week?" came the question from somewhere to his right, near his bedroom door. Starscream dug his hands into his hair, suddenly nursing a larger-than-life headache.
"Get out," he muttered into the dirty sheets, knowing it was incomprehensible and not caring. Sunstreaker's belt jingled.
"You know my number."
The door shut a moment later and Starscream blandly offered himself a choice between suicide and sleep. That night, at the least, he chose the latter.
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