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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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There was a day--a time--something--where Starscream made a wrong turn and ended up in the dark. It was during a lull in Unicron's bodily operations, silent hours where nothing clicked, clanked or hissed.
"Um, Unicron? I'm a bit lost."
No answer.
Figures! This is what I get for waking up earlier than usual! Bastard...he's probably laughing at me.
Frustrated, Starscream continued forward until he saw light. He followed it into the largest cavern he'd seen yet--so large that darkness swallowed the ceiling. Before him, a huge, glowing egg-shaped stone flickered eerily. It was suspended by pulsating cables over a central energon pool. Purple and greenish-white light flickered across Starscream's pale face.
He stepped towards the stone, curious, having never seen anything like it. Before his foot even hit the ground, a hole opened in the wall beside the odd rock and a small, spherical white pod floated out. Starscream froze as the pod came to eye level. His back tensed until his joints creaked in protest. Blue white energy collected within the barrel of the pod's weapon. At the same time he saw a red laser zap from a lens above the gun and felt heat tracing his outline. Searching for a weak point?
Starscream stiffened further, readying himself to dive aside at any moment. "Unicron! It's me, Starscream! Don't shoot! I-I didn't mean to stumble into something I shouldn't see!"
Nothing happened. Starscream wasn't sure if his words or the scan satisfied the drone. He was just glad to see the pod retreat back to its compartment. Why did Unicron's body almost attack him? He thought the dark god was always aware of his movements!
Suddenly, the mysterious stone produced Unicron's image next to the energon pool. The Chaos-bringer reclined, motionless, his hands at his sides and his wing array delicately brushing the ground. He just hovered there on an invisible knee-high cushion. His optics were dark like garnets and...oddest of all...he snored ever so softly. Starscream found it odd that Unicron would project himself like that. It appeared a pointless waste of power.
But this does explain why it's so quiet in here and why he wasn't aware of my presence...he's recharging! Stepping in here must activate a defense system of some kind. But why the projection? Maintenance, maybe? Huh...Unicron, you're still a mystery...
Starscream ventured closer. He'd never actually seen Unicron asleep before. Megatron, yes...but not Unicron.
Shadows shrouded half of Unicron's visage, repeating the image of him Starscream saw a few days previous. His expression was vapid and still, as if it had been sculpted by fine hands.
Unicron did not appear to dream. He looked dead.
As much as their outward appearances said otherwise, Starscream knew Unicron wasn't at all like him. Apples and oranges as humans would say--both a fruit, but not the same. He was mortal and Unicron was an unreachable, unimpeachable god. Unicron saw some of the first light penetrate the universe. He was eternal, distant and unfeeling. Had he lived so long that nothing mattered to him anymore? Had time purged all emotion from him until a calculating, cold husk remained?
Long ago, Starscream felt. He felt the joy of a morning, the beauty of clouds and the simple pleasure of the wind beneath his wings. He was an artist--once upon a time--so he noticed those things, and pieces of his imagination were displayed all over Cybertron. He could record his feelings down in color and shape using holographic paint. Then the war happened and those trivial things lost their importance. Time became a precipice wider than the future. A blinding shower of actions, reactions, pain and battle. Simple beauties like sunsets and blue skies were death traps--enjoying them too long left him vulnerable. So he stopped looking, stopped seeing, stopped experiencing. His fingertips no longer traced his imagination.
He found that beauty again in this sleeping god.
What do you dream about? Starscream thought, kneeling to look closer at Unicron's optics. There was no movement behind the glass at all. Do gods dream?
Unicron existed for so long that he'd seen it all. Nothing surprised him, nothing sparked his sensors...nothing to care about. Everything to him just was.
A strange feeling gripped Starscream's throat. Moisture welled in the corners of his optics. He extended his hand towards Unicron's parted lips. He expected his fingers to pass right through, but instead he encountered something as solid as life. Startled, he froze.
Unicron remained insensate. The image didn't so much as twitch despite having its mouth jabbed.
Starscream's finger moved up to trace the plane of Unicron's nose and brow, the motion smooth as if painting on a holo-canvas. He felt the god's cheek and the curve of his jaw, admiring how it flowed under his fingers without flaw. His face was symmetrical down to the molecular level. Utter perfection. Starscream's eyes softened when he saw Unicron's lips twitch. He brushed the back of his index finger across the little hollow under Unicron's bottom lip. That space, tiny and hidden, became the smoothest thing to grace his fingertips. More supple than the finest oil--the kind of excellence expected from a god of such stature.
Starscream stretched out both hands and cautiously turned Unicron's head a scant half degree towards the energon pool. Light and shadow danced gaily over the dark god's rugged features. Glistening pinpricks followed his edges like dew running down pine needles.
He's...gorgeous...
Then he backpedaled. Did he just think that? He laid his index finger lightly against Unicron's mouth as though shushing him.
But...he is. Megatron is very attractive...but Unicron is different. What is it about him--and why didn't I see it before? I wonder...
Starscream slid his finger off the Chaos-bringer's mouth and let just his fingertip touch his crotch plate. Unicron shifted fluidly towards the sensation like metal pulled to a magnet. He was no mortal being, but he certainly had reflexes like one.
It was highly possible to overload a recharging bot without waking them up. Medics often stimulated comatose patients to flood their neural pathways so they wouldn't deteriorate. Overloads had many physical benefits--clearing the neural pathways, cycling coolant, improving fuel pump function and regulating the energy flow around the Spark chamber.
Could he pull the same thing on Unicron?
Starscream increased contact to two fingers, then three. When Unicron gave no sign of waking, Starscream smirked and pressed the top of his black codpiece. The access port popped up with a quiet click.
Unicron's intakes never missed a beat.
Starscream lowered his mouth to the coppery, rubber wires, digging his tongue in until he found that magic coil. He swirled his tongue around the motherboard behind the coil, an area covered in sensor chips. It tasted like solder and steel, the little chips like bubbles in plastic under his tongue. The coil itself was pure copper. Oh, it tasted so wonderful. He sampled everything inside that port--rubbery wires, pulsating coolant lines and even the steel heat sinks lining the entire panel's edges. Chemical smells of hot lubricant and metal wafted across his olfactory sensors. He heard Unicron's coolant pumps speed up and lights around the edges of the panel flickered faster. His thumbs traced concentric patterns up and down the panel's length. A charge crackled around his tongue, telling him the energy buildup had neared its peak. It was controlled chaos inches from his lips. Deciding to finish this the right way, Starscream vaulted onto Unicron's stomach, clicked his cone open and connected their ports.
That last touch was all it took. Static exploded up his cone. So hard, so fast, that he overloaded instantly. The charge hummed through his audio sensors and tickled down his back. He forced his voice processor offline so he wouldn't scream out. Primus, going from barely warm to overload hurt! His silent screams were pain, not pleasure.
Lights flashed everywhere. The ground shook violently. Unicron's true body was reacting to the overload in real time--maybe it always did and Starscream just never felt it while lost in his illusions. He heard systems thrum, shriek and crackle. Unicron had wires and circuits that matched a solar system's entire diameter, which meant the power surge took several minutes to go through his neural network and cycle back to its point of origin. Starscream watched positive and negatively charged step-leaders inch across the circuits buried in the walls. They began pulling off the walls and reaching into the cavern until they met in the middle.
The energon pool erupted like a geyser. Glowing violet liquid splattered all over the room and everything in it. What followed was the largest electrical discharge Starscream would ever witness, and it happened right over his head! Lightning slammed into the walls and flowed backwards across the circuit lines. Continuous thunder boomed through every corridor, a roar announcing the orgasm of a god.
Climbing onto Unicron ended up saving Starscream's life. Being off the ground meant the lightning passed through him--painful--like a fly trapped in an electric web--but harmless.
Unicron's image responded in real time. He arched his back in slow motion, mouth quivering and baring his teeth in a pained expression. His arms clutched at Starscream and his wing array stretched out, surrounding them in sparkling silver. Pure sighs and moans--from the walls, not the image--echoed in the cavernous enclosure.
Starscream... The name floated from the walls as something so fragile that noticing it too long would break it. Starscream heard his name whispered over and over in a chant that dissolved into a shrill keening, a sound like shattering glass. Unicron was having a perfect, unguarded overload with no conscious mind to hold it back or silence it.
Ten minutes passed before the ground ceased quaking and the chaotic background noise fell silent. No more thunder echoed across the halls. Energon stopped gushing from the pool. Unicron's floating image resumed its unnatural slumber as if nothing happened. His face returned to its inscrutable mask, a pond calming after someone skipped a stone over its surface.
Suddenly, Unicron flailed like a person about to drown. Starscream caught his wrists and the struggling ceased.
"Relax, I'll give you another one," purred Starscream. He bent to kiss Unicron's lips, but Unicron turned his head to the side. His intakes cycled three times faster than average. Short, shallow gasps.
Geez, take it easy! Starscream adjusted himself and began sending his pulses into the dark god's access port.
Unicron's red optics flickered online. He looked up and his eyes blazed.
"Get out," he said. His voice remained perfectly controlled, albeit chilling.
The temperature in the chamber dropped at least fifty degrees. Or maybe it was the icy terror Starscream felt winding down his back.
"Get out."
Starscream bolted. Sparks flew from arcing wires in his left groin joint. Guilt pressed down on his body like a vice that squeezed out all enjoyment of his triumph. He stopped to regain some directional orientation, but realized too late that he never recorded the path he took in his blind panic.
What did you just do, Starscream?
"Unicron!" Starscream's shoulders hunched. "I-I thought--"
You made a toy of me...
Frozen fists clenched in his chest. "No, I didn't! I--"
Unicron's voice was a harsh whisper, You made a toy of me!
"What the--toy?" Starscream balked at Unicron's words. "No! I just--"
Thick spirals of wiring leapt from the wall, wrapped around Starscream's waist and pulled him forward. The tentacles snaked up his cone, into his exhaust nozzles and all across his wings like a million fingers caressing him at once.
"Hey!" Starscream moaned, trying both to resist and enjoy the tentacles taking advantage of him, "Tha-that's not fair! I thought you'd enjoy it! You said I should make the first move...and then you attack me when I do--what the hell, Unicron?"
Hmph! Electricity flowed through the slithering tentacles. Unicron's voice was absolutely cold, And you call taking advantage of a recharging bot 'fair'?
"I didn't say that. Stop--twisting--my...my words!"
Stop giving me words to twist. Unicron growled, his voice like black ice, I do not appreciate being used!
"I didn't use you! I pleasured you! I--"
Shut up.
Starscream grimaced as the wires inside his cone were probed, shifted and tickled from all sides. A tentacle wrapped around his sweet spot and he grunted with wild abandon. He felt it sliding sideways across his magic wire at the most tantalizingly slow pace, causing his Spark to quiver. Heat lanced across his pelvic area. His coolant pumps thudded a pleasant rhythm. Oh, the feelings Unicron caused made his jaw drop and his fingers curl. He rocked and arched towards those wiggling tendrils. It felt so good that tears trickled down his face. Finally he could take the stimulation no longer and wailed as his circuits overloaded.
The wires didn't go away.
"Mmh...what...hey--stop!"
Why should I?
Unicron made Starscream overload three times, and the last two weren't pleasant. The Seeker sank to lie on his stomach, utterly spent. He felt the tentacles tighten around his body and pull him back upright. Part of the wall morphed into a bas-relief of Unicron's face. Though its eyes were colorless...somehow...they glowed in anguish. The wires yanked Starscream nose to nose with the image.
Never do that to me again. It was said in a shaking whisper that cut like a knife. One last tendril uncurled from beneath the face, effortlessly slipped into the seams in Starscream's cockpit and wrapped thrice around his Spark chamber. Starscream wailed in white-hot agony. His entire body burned. He felt the wire's tip probe the steel casing, the sharp point mere inches from his essence. Never again, am I clear?
Starscream gulped at the unspoken threat and nodded his head. "Please...not my Spark! Oh, Unicron...not my--UNGH--not my Spark! Please! It's the only thing I can still call pure! Please, Unicron...not my Spark--please...please d-don't...oh, Primus, kill me if you must, just don't touch my Spark!"
Unicron's optics widened. The tentacle halted just as it penetrated the chamber casing. Starscream felt it shudder--the hallway around him shivering along with it--before it went limp and retracted. The rest of the wires relaxed and eased him to the floor.
It really is a cycle... Unicron whispered in a haunted tone. He sighed with his whole body, which made the entire corridor rise and fall, and his expression hardened back into an apathetic mask. I'm going back to sleep.
Both the face and tentacles retracted back into the wall, not giving Starscream a chance to ask any questions. The lights dimmed until perpetual twilight cast shadows across the walls.
Shaking, Starscream crawled away from where the tentacles had been. A million sarcastic retorts bubbled on his tongue, but the way the corridor trembled around him stilled his mouth. Then he gave his head a hard shake. No, Unicron couldn't be spooked. There was no possible way...
I got him good, Starscream mentally patted himself on the back. Better to ignore the problem away than drive himself crazy thinking about it. He knew it was arrogance on his part...and right now he didn't care. I got him totally by surprise. That would explain him being so upset--he doesn't like turnabout. Heh, fine, if he wants to be that way... he laid back, clutching his chest and trying not to think about what almost happened to his Spark. ...I'll just wait for him to cool off.
.o
Five days passed according to Starscream's internal clock. Unicron didn't speak to him at all--not one word. The dark god slept, waking only to provide minimal rations that Starscream supplemented with his own.
Sometimes the corridors shook for hours on end. Lights randomly turned on and off. The tubing in the walls pulsated irregularly...and on occasion stopped altogether, only to start throbbing wildly a few minutes to hours later. Smaller, weaker vessels burst from the strain. More than once Starscream found himself walking ankle deep in shed energon.
Starscream sneered at it all. It was hilarious--a god being a sore loser in a game of his own invention.
Unicron's silence stopped being funny as the seventh day passed. Starscream began to worry about the energon leaks. They healed over, but for every one that healed, two others ruptured.
At least I won't starve...
On the twelfth day, Starscream finally broke his own silence.
"Are you still angry about that recharge overload?"
Nothing.
"...I'm sorry. I--I really thought I was just playing the game. I thought you were challenging me to catch you off-guard. Was I wrong?" He looked up, frowning, "If I somehow injured you--I didn't intend to." Then he let his head hang again and chortled bitterly under his breath. Mistakes like this often warranted a meeting with Megatron. "Is there anything I can do to..." He bit his lower lip--grimacing--oh, he thought he'd choke on his pride with the next words out of his mouth, "...make this up to you?"
Still no response. The wall that heaved behind him didn't count.
The silence ate at him. He convinced himself that it wasn't because he actually missed spending time around Unicron...
"All right, fine. Sulk, then. I'm sure I'll find a way to amuse myself around here."
He entertained himself for an hour by practicing his swordsmanship in one of the larger corridors. Thrust, whirl, duck, thrust again, he worked out his frustrations on invisible enemies.
...do I actually feel lonely? No, that's impossible! I'm just bored.
Starscream continued to wander. He stumbled upon a huge flat screen monitor connected directly to Unicron's ring array, which was a fantastic circle of sensors that saw and heard in all directions. Unicron could spot a fly on Earth from Pluto and hear the cosmic microwave background rumbling around him. The noise was so much like his voice that Starscream wondered if Unicron sampled it for his vocal processors.
The monitor on the wall crackled, snapped and burst until the entire room became a giant screen. Starscream saw as Unicron did--in all directions. Everywhere he looked he saw space.
Unicron flew through Orion's nebula like a ghost, passing a scant light year from the Trapezium. His movements left a curling wake in the gas. It made Starscream's fingers ache to paint again. He fell asleep feeling utterly alone.
When he woke up, he beheld the Milky Way galaxy. A golden-white disc spinning in synch with two smaller galaxies trapped in its gravitational pull. It looked so alone and purposeless.
A day later, Starscream sat up, looked around--and he didn't know where in the Pit Unicron had taken him. He gazed at his surroundings in confusion for over an hour. The stars were ragged, out of focus and arranged in tattered ribbons across the blackness.
The blurry pinpricks, he realized, were galaxies, not stars. They were traveling through intergalactic space!
How is this possible?
Then, one morning...or was it night?...Starscream learned the dark god's secret.
Unicron created wormholes. Via some arcane science or magic or something, he could tear a hole in space and "scrunch" it like a human's soda can. It looked like he sliced a white line in the blackness and suddenly a new section of the cosmos greeted the monitors. It was similar to passing through warp gates, except the distances crossed were beyond Starscream's comprehension.
Where was Unicron heading?
"Hey, Unicron? Not to bother your busy schedule or anything, but...I really hope you know where you're going." And, Starscream added silently, I hope you aren't planning to take me there and dump me off...
Silence.
Unicron's warps continued. He passed into clusters of younger and younger galaxies--bright, energetic star cities that spewed energy jets millions of miles long and so young that their light hadn't even reached the Milky Way yet. He came within a hundred light years of two galaxies in the middle of a cosmic collision. Spirals, one edge on, the other face on, their beautiful blue arms distorted and breaking as they danced like ghosts in the void. Stars were thrown off into space, each doomed to a lonely existence, and colossal gas clouds were excited to life by the gravity waltz. The smaller galaxy's nucleus was destined to merge with its larger counterpart. In a hundred years, the two glowing essences would be one.
Starscream gasped when the monitor suddenly shut off. The corridor resumed its original shape and went completely dark.
Oh, now things were getting ridiculous! Starscream opened his mouth to protest just as lights on the walls flickered to life, illuminating a path.
Follow the lights.
Unicron's first words in a long while. Starscream was relieved to hear his voice again.
"Oh, thank Primus...I was beginning to think you forgot about me."
I was in deep thought. Now, follow the lights.
Starscream nodded and let the dim glow guide him forward. He wondered what could possibly take so long to think about, but decided not to ask. If Unicron saw time the way people speculated Primus did--weeks and months were mere seconds.
Pondering how gods viewed time made Starscream's motherboards ache.
"Hey, are you okay, Unicron?"
Silence again.
Oh, boy...
Eventually, Starscream emerged onto Unicron's massive shoulder. The god was so immense that he generated his own gravity, which kept Starscream from drifting off into space.
Unicron plucked Starscream off his shoulder and held him in his palm. Starscream couldn't help but examine their strange surroundings.
All around them were super clusters of galaxies. Millions...no, billions...of galaxies formed delicate bands across the blackness and stretched beyond Starscream's visual range. They looked like the gigantic neurons of some cosmic brain.
Starscream had never seen anything so beautiful. The grand scale of the universe laid out before him. His mind couldn't even comprehend its vastness. Unicron was just a tiny subatomic particle compared it and Starscream even smaller still. And it was all so motionless and far away.
He looked back at Unicron, puzzled. "Where are we?"
Unicron's optics lit up to blind Starscream. After their glow faded, the god was nowhere in sight. Starscream felt arms snake around him from behind. A broad, barrel chest pushed against his jet nozzles until they laid flat against his back. Finally, Unicron whispered into his ear, "The center of the universe."
"Are you...serious?" Starscream focused again on the vista surrounding them, enfolding their bodies in an ethereal glow. "There's nothing here!"
"Of course not. The explosion that created it already happened. That," he gestured at the super clusters, "is what happened when the primordial atomic particles formed hydrogen and helium, which later composed the first huge stars. You could say it snowballed from there and turned into what you see now."
"It's...big..." Starscream mentally kicked himself for stating the obvious. "But impossible. The universe doesn't have a center! All matter was created at once...space was completely filled with incredibly dense superheated gas. The universe expanded as it cooled! So how did--"
"Your curiosity is refreshing. We are in a metaphorical center." Unicron chuckled humorlessly. "Long ago, before the laws of physics were laid down, there were two gods. Light and Dark. They couldn't agree on anything. How long they fought can't be said since time did not exist yet. Their battle raged until they punched a hole in reality. And then...boom," he swept his arm outward. "You know Light, though he doesn't call himself that name anymore. When the universe was created and all the laws of physics established themselves, Light couldn't exist as he once did. His essence went dormant for a few million years, waking when enough heavy elements in the universe let him form himself a body to contain his powers of creation. Even then, those powers were too great, so he split them into tiny baubles. You carry one within you now, Starscream. A gift from Light, whom you know as Primus."
The words resounded like a shockwave against the nothingness.
"Now, don't look at me. I'm not Dark. I was just his servant." Unicron went on, "Dark went on to call himself Primacron. He built me because he got lonely. I was supposed to be just a tool for him, but Primus seemed to take pity on me. Primus had already begun creating your kind. He tricked Primacron into placing one of his Sparks in my chest. I became sentient, but I didn't let Primacron know because, for a time, even I didn't realize I had a will of my own. When he did realize I was conscious, he tried to destroy me--and he almost succeeded. He should have checked to make sure he finished the job, that fool. He left me with billions of years to develop my abilities." Unicron's fingers curled against Starscream's chest. "I don't know what became of him beyond that. He won't like it if I find him again."
Starscream placed his hands over the larger ones resting on his chest. Something behind Unicron's words seethed. An anguish so old it froze rather than burned. Then the hands relaxed. He felt soft lips peck his shoulder and raised an arm to cup the back of Unicron's head. Unicron must have turned himself on with his own hatred. Starscream took Unicron's hand and placed it on his cone. The deft fingers popped his cone open and fondled his sweet spot.
"Mmh, Unicron..." he ground against the electric hand stroking him. Faster and faster until he cried out against the probing mouth waiting to devour his lips. He pulled himself free long enough to turn around and face Unicron for a more proper kiss.
Pent up energy crackled between their bodies. For Starscream, it was a relief to bury himself in Unicron's wires. He wrapped his legs around the Chaos-bringer's waist while Unicron pumped him full of static. It was fun watching Unicron's orgasm pinch his attractive face. Then Starscream wailed and overloaded on the exact point of creation.
When their intakes settled down and aftershocks ceased snapping between them, they disengaged. Unicron reverted to his real body and Starscream sat on his gigantic silver palm, hugging himself.
"Hey, Unicron?"
"Hmm?"
The sound made Starscream's innards rev.
"I'm...sorry about--"
"Shhh, Starscream," Unicron's hand moved, pulling him up to eye level. To Starscream, his optic was a ruddy glass sun setting over a silver horizon, "You made a mistake, but it's all right now. I'm over it."
"So you're not angry anymore?"
Unicron smirked slowly, a fascinating thing to watch. His giant lips were like a metal valley that rearranged itself in slow motion. "No."
Starscream didn't know why, but that knowledge relieved him of his guilt. He hopped up and pressed his mouth to the edge of Unicron's bottom lip. It made the giant's face twitch, and he used a fingertip to nudge Starscream back onto his palm. Either it was irritating or tickled...Unicron gave no indication as to which.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"No real reason...I thought you might find it inspiring."
"Inspiring?"
"We all have a place we run to when we want to hide, Starscream. For some, it's a place within the mind. For me...right here. I come here to escape, to think. The center of the universe centers me." He shrugged one huge shoulder, "I felt like sharing."
Sharing was an understatement. Starscream's optics were taking in a sight no one else within the vast cosmos would ever see. He felt his mind relax and open, letting the view seep into his consciousness. Still, strange as it seemed, the universe looked more beautiful when he gazed at its reflection in Unicron's surprisingly close red optic--
Yes, the reflection. Starscream squared his shoulders and repeated 'it's just the reflection' to himself in his mind, because it certainly wasn't the giant's actual eye that made his intakes miss a few cycles. Nope...he didn't look any deeper than the red glass...he pretended not to notice his own image as Unicron saw it--himself, standing in the center of the glowing vista. He only imagined Unicron gazing back from behind the crimson surface, his giant mechanical eyeball the size of a moon moving to focus on him...
"Starscream?"
Slag it!
"I'm fine!"
Unicron made a grinding noise in his throat, something akin to an amused snort. He turned his head and the strange spell that stole Starscream's cycles broke, letting him breathe again.
Just the reflection...he only missed the reflection...
.o
By tacit accord, Starscream and Unicron agreed not to speak of the long silence that came between them. Things went back to normal...meaning Unicron remained emotionless as ever and Starscream--more relieved to be forgiven than he'd admit--returned to his roots as a cranky Seeker.
Unicron gave him plenty of reasons to be a grump.
"Wake up."
And this is one of them... Starscream grumbled and stirred at the familiar rumble of Unicron's voice. He'd been enjoying a nice, long offline up until that moment. Now, much to his annoyance, he was brought back to the waking world. Couldn't Unicron pull his nonsensical mind games during a less obnoxious hour?
"Sparking again?" he muttered, "Unicron, you're insatiable."
Unicron's response was to bodily pick Starscream up and stand him upright. Starscream experienced a split second of terror, relaxing only when he remembered who those big hands belonged to.
"It's time for you to relive something you've left behind for too long, Starscream."
Curious now, Starscream brought his optics online and found himself standing in a blank, black room. He couldn't find the light source, but somehow he and Unicron were illuminated by something above their heads. His confused gaze went to the dark god. What kind of game was Unicron playing now?
"I'll jog your memory." Unicron said coolly. He held up his hand and an image solidified behind him. A rare ring galaxy spinning on its edge. Its light enveloped Unicron in a golden veil that made his armor gleam. Then it morphed into the gigantic space murals lining the sides of buildings in central Cybertron city, giant maps of the cosmos. Lastly--a painting Starscream did of himself in flight, reaching for the stars--the only piece of art he never completed because he didn't know how. He named it Freedom before dumping it in a repository.
Unicron's gaze did not falter. "What were you before you joined Megatron's army? Say it."
"I...I was an artist." Starscream turned away, trying hard not to choke up. "That was my youth. It's gone now. It died when I joined Megatron's army--he never liked my having an imagination."
"Of course he hates that, because he can't view the world like you do. Everything he knows, right down to his thinking patterns, were programmed into him before his Spark joined his body. In many ways he is the perfect soldier, but in so many others he is a prisoner." Unicron shifted closer, whispering, his voice purring into Starscream's audio sensor, "You made a choice to become what you are, and that choice allowed Megatron to make you into a prisoner like himself. Even then--Starscream--you have more freedom than he ever will."
Hearing Unicron breathing right in his ear made Starscream's circuits crackle. He felt Unicron take his hand by the wrist and move it forward.
"The air in this room behaves like a holo-canvas. With that in mind, I want to see how you felt when I showed you the point of creation."
It was a command. A hot, sticky order that dripped sensation across his Spark.
Without another thought, Starscream held up both hands and brought light to the vast dark room. How the colors appeared was a mystery to him, but soon he didn't care. Color wicked off his fingers like dew. Unicron moved back, leaving Starscream to stand, poised, emotions swirling through him in volcanic spurts.
Then it all came back to him. Something inside him opened its eyes and stretched out, awakening from a long slumber.
He was a composer and his fingertips his orchestra. Music, the colors he brought forth, became a visual harmony that soon filled the entire area. He forgot the war, his hatred for Megatron and even Unicron's presence. All he knew was the awe he felt hovering in the center of the universe and the youth he just recaptured. He used to dance while he painted--never knew why, it just made things flow better--and he sensed his body remembering the motions. Starscream danced as gracefully as he fought, his moving form a whirlwind of creation. Emotion poured off his fingers in ribbons of color. The sunsets he ignored, the starry vistas he turned away from and the beautiful landscapes on Earth all emerged in the blackness. He hardly saw what his fingers birthed--he'd lost himself in the silken glide of his own internal music.
His fighting skills were born out of his natural grace. Long ago, Megatron saw him in action and was impressed enough to have him programmed for battle. He literally went to sleep and woke up able to fight. Training was too slow for Megatron. Everyone in his army received their abilities through rigorous reprogramming. Usually, bots lost their old skills after gaining the new software, but he was one of the lucky ones. He carried his artistry and dancing into his fighting, always possessing a grace that even Megatron lacked. He made battle look savagely beautiful.
Starscream sighed and smudged the last bit of color into a reproduction of the Andromeda galaxy. Then he stepped back, feeling as if he just woke from a dream. He didn't know how long he worked. His innards trembled against the memories of half-forgotten beauty.
"Oh, yes," whispered Unicron, who stood in the center of it all. His face and voice remained stoic. "See, Starscream? Your youth is still alive."
Starscream caught himself smiling like the naïve bot he was before he joined the war. He forced his lips back into a line, but not before Unicron witnessed it.
"Why did you do this?" he asked. Now that he had time to calm down and realize how much of himself Unicron saw, he was embarrassed. Back in the old days, he was incredibly shy. His reprogramming erased most of it, though once in awhile it resurfaced.
That maddening deadpan look again. "Must everything I do be a lesson?"
"You never do anything pointless."
"Who says this is pointless? You're happy. That is the point."
Starscream clenched his fists and snarled, averting his eyes from the images he created. Unicron grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at them. Each piece came from his Spark, from depths of him even he hadn't probed for millennia.
"This is what you keep buried inside. It is passion. Passion." Unicron's hands snaked around Starscream's waist and settled across his cockpit. A possessive hold. "Megatron has none. He is incredibly jealous of you, Starscream. Why do you think he forced you to give up your art career?"
That pleasant voice chipped at Starscream's resolve. "I--used to draw schematics for ships--and maps of bases I saw during air recon missions..."
"And what happened?"
Bitterness clung like vomit to the back of his tongue, "They were never appreciated. He...he mocked my work in front of me and the entire army."
"That was where it began, Starscream. Everybody else Megatron took into his army turned into good little soldiers, never thinking beyond what he wanted of them. Then he met you--" Unicron punctuated his words with little nibbles across Starscream's shoulders, "you, with a mind of your own. You, who began to question his authority. You, with talents outside of fighting." Then Starscream found himself whirled around, Unicron's face inches from his own, "Your presence has always posed a threat to him. You have what he wants. He can't have that, so he doesn't want you to have it either."
Starscream lifted his hands up and stared at them like they belonged to someone else. Back in those days...before it all...his hands were flawless things that could capture his dreams. Now they were scratched up, aged, nothing like his days of innocence. Still, the piece of him he thought dead now lived again. He saw it glistening in the scratches and seams.
"I was like you once," Unicron said softly. He tilted his lips wistfully, though the emotion never reached his optics. "I can never go back to what I was, but you can. It's not too late for you."
Starscream waited for Unicron to do something, anything. Sigh, look away, let his shoulders sag, just some hint to what went on behind his schooled expression.
Unicron, as always, remained like stone. He could speak of things that would pain a normal person and make it sound utterly trivial. Then he'd turn around and offer the most tender touch--and it never seemed to have any meaning to him.
The dark god moved his head and half his face fell in shadow, shimmers flickering across his sharpest angles. He was a work of art himself. Starscream had an eye for symmetry, and in every sense of the word Unicron was symmetrically perfect, like someone built his left side and then simply placed a mirror on his right. He was stunning. Especially in the dramatic lighting surrounding them both.
Of course, Megatron was aesthetically pleasing, too. But Unicron...his beauty proved more an acquired taste because of its sheer unusualness. He'd be gorgeous if he just smiled. Even with his artistic imagination, Starscream couldn't imagine Unicron smiling.
What if Unicron couldn't feel anymore? What if...
Starscream drew back, biting his lower lip.
...what if I am the closest thing he has to feeling anything?
Just as quickly as the thought rose, he cast it aside. Unicron was an enigma, a convoluted labyrinth of wires, thought, silence and mystery. Looking at him made Starscream ache in ways he never ached before. He dismissed it as an over-clocked fuel pump and nothing more. Surely he didn't feel anything towards Unicron. Slag it, he wasn't sure he even understood the gigantic mech--a being who offered him beauty, the best sex he ever had...and all the while his face and eyes revealed nothing of himself. Starscream could only remember seeing emotion once from Unicron, and that was the anger after sleep-overloading him.
Suddenly, Unicron popped up in his mind.
I am more simple than you think, Starscream. Stop thinking so hard.
"Hey! I thought I told you to stop reading my mind."
A soft chuckle, dry and without real humor. "I don't have to try. You think so loud it beats across my head."
Starscream thought of the most vulgar word for sex he could think of. Next thing he knew, Unicron was upon him, lips and tongue probing his mouth. Hands ran across his wings, heating him up. It was amazing how the Chaos-bringer could go from cold to insatiably aroused within seconds. He let Unicron guide him down onto his hands and knees. Before he could question this odd position, he felt familiar abs press against his aft. Fingers probed his backside until, suddenly, his exhaust port was flipped open. Unicron made an approving noise.
"You clean your vent regularly. Good."
"Of course I clean it! I don't want to walk around smelling like exhaust. What's so interesting about it anyway? Don't you have your own to fondle?"
"Yes, but yours is easier to reach."
And, with that, Unicron let his access port slide out and into the vent.
Starscream's mouth formed a round "O" shape. He experienced sensations that usually meant he had gas to expel. Unicron did a lot of weird things that ended up feeling great, but this was the weirdest yet. Starscream, now curious to where this might lead, decided he'd tolerate the invasion on his equivalent of an anus. At least for now.
Dexterous hands cupped Starscream's cockpit. Unicron dripped velvet words into his audio sensors, "Let's try it this way."
"Fine...but this stops if I don't like it."
"Don't worry." Those wonderful hands caressed his wings again, creating a delicious tingling around his Spark.
Starscream bit his bottom lip. He'd come to learn that Unicron would never harm him unless he gave him a good reason to. Was this how it felt to trust someone?
Unicron's first pulse was harsh. Starscream wailed in almost-pain, trying to arch away, but Unicron's body prevented him from sitting up.
"Shh, Starscream," Unicron whispered, "It will pass."
"Y-you're burning my aft! Oh...sh-shit!" Starscream's body treated the object in his vent as an obstruction. A piston in the back of the port started pushing against Unicron's extended panel. Unicron thrust his hips forward and forced the piston backwards. In and out, a grinding thrust that scraped against sensory nodes Starscream never knew he had. Agonizing initially--like fire mixed into pins and needles. He clenched his teeth, waiting, trusting.
Sure enough, the burning died to a pleasant tingling. Then Unicron sent static and vibrations into the vent and...ohh...fireworks danced through Starscream's vision. He grunted and dug his aft into Unicron's belly. Each pulse came in irregular intervals that kept him guessing and wreaked the most wonderful havoc on his sensory system. He stretched his hands out in front of him like a feline, which caused his back end to rise. His exhaust wiring sent shocks into Unicron's port. Unicron arched forward with a soft snarl. Starscream grinned and hooked his knees around Unicron's legs. Then he simply sat up, pushing Unicron onto his back so he straddled him backwards. The piston in his aft made him rise and fall without having to move himself. A huge electrical surge curled through his body and wrenched a moan from his vocal processor.
"Yes," grunted the dark god.
Starscream leaned back and grabbed Unicron's hands. He didn't know what compelled him to do so, but he clutched them possessively. Each time Starscream released a pulse, he felt those hands tighten, and his own fingers squeezed in reply. He wished he could see Unicron's face.
"How does it feel?" whispered Unicron.
"Weird," grunted Starscream, "Not bad...I--kind of like it..." he was surprised to feel the familiar overload tingle building in his exhaust port. The slow pace of his internal piston drove him insane with lust. He hung on the edge forever as wave after sensational wave trickled up his body. An orgasm in extreme slow motion. His innards revved in anticipation, every atom in his being straining to reach a few seconds into the future and grab the inevitable.
And then, just as it peaked, Starscream felt a wing digit slide into his cone. His orgasm exploded so hard that he cried lightning until his vision went white. Unicron's hands tightened their grip. Between his shrieks, he thought he heard low moaning, but he couldn't be sure through all the noise he made.
Starscream off-lined. He didn't know for how long. He regained consciousness to the sight of Unicron sitting up with his knees to his chest, his red optics gazing at the artwork still hovering around them. Starscream let his dazed eyes wander to his left hand. It was clasped in Unicron's, their fingers interlocked. Had Unicron been holding his hand this way the whole time?
They never held hands before. Sure, Unicron took Starscream's hand to guide it towards a more pleasurable area...but they never did it this way.
The ache Starscream tried to ignore came back. He ran a self diagnostic on his gas pump and found it in perfect order. His other systems also passed as functional. So why did he feel this way?
"Welcome back," Unicron said without looking at him. Of course he'd know when Starscream woke up, he was aware of everything.
"Thanks...I think."
"Your work is magnificent, Starscream. It--pleases me." The barest wisp of emotion leaked into Unicron's voice. Everything else he talked about could be thrown away. But these words...they meant something. They were jewels he'd share with no one else.
Starscream sat up without separating their hands. Unicron said he was pleased, but his face remained impassive. His head moved slowly as his eyes scanned each piece.
"What's the big deal? It's just pictures of space and Earth."
"Yes," Unicron replied. "Pictures of space and Earth as you see them. Through your optics and nobody else's. That is what makes it magnificent, Starscream. Your view of everything. I can look at each image and know exactly how you felt creating it."
Never had anyone paid Starscream such a compliment to his work. Though, Unicron was the only person who ever understood his works. They weren't all about looking nice, they were feelings. Emotions were threaded into every finger-stroke of color.
Starscream felt like crying, which annoyed him. He hated being so sensitive and he hated that he couldn't hide it from Unicron.
"I am capable of many things. But this," Unicron gestured towards Starscream's work, "is beyond my ability. Which makes me wonder..." and he turned, slowly, until their optics met, "how do you see me?"
Discomfort etched itself into Starscream's features. "Well--"
A finger touched his lips. "Show, don't tell."
The back of Starscream's throat felt sticky again. He'd been commissioned for portraits before--even once by Megatron, which was what lead to him joining his army--so it wasn't like he never painted people before. He just found it difficult to think with Unicron sitting right there, looking at him expectantly.
"I think..." Starscream grasped Unicron's metal goatee and turned his head so his face fell half in shadow. "...Okay, stay like that."
Of course, getting up meant releasing his hand. He did so reluctantly.
Unicron placed his hands on his drawn up knees. His wing array lay draped around his legs. He looked suddenly small to Starscream. Not fragile--Unicron could never be fragile--just small.
Starscream's Spark ached. He raised his hands like he did before and brought life to that feeling. A face like stone with dramatic red optics. The rest of his body came easily after that. He made the shadows deeper than they actually were because, to him, Unicron was still mysterious. Details were last--highlights, seams and shading between panels. In some ways it felt like caressing Unicron's body. Starscream's face warmed at the thought.
Finally, he stepped back. The painting looked real enough to stand up and walk away.
Unicron approached and inspected his portrait. Scrutinized it, his optics squinting and relaxing. He tightened his lips slightly, turning now to regard Starscream.
"Am I truly this perfect in your eyes?"
Starscream relaxed without realizing he'd been tense. "I take it you like it?"
The question went by, ignored.
"Is this what you see when you look at me?"
Starscream growled, "This is what I see, Unicron. You said so yourself that no one sees the universe like I do. You're still a mystery to me, so you look mysterious and so..." he trailed off when he realized the words he'd chosen too late. No sense stopping now. He finished his thought in a whisper, "...beautiful."
Something about Unicron had been off since he walked closer. Something about the tension in his lips and how his optics narrowed. Starscream stared until he finally figured it out.
Unicron was trembling. Barely, imperceptibly, Starscream only saw it because of how the light flickered on his golden armor. He had to be feeling something, but what? Did this image somehow upset him?
"Unicron, what do you see when you picture yourself?"
Unicron's reply came in silence. He extended an index finger and smudged a long scar right down the middle of the image's body. Then he stood there, looking at the smeared colors clinging to his fingertip.
"I'm glad one of us thinks I'm perfect." the Chaos-bringer said dryly. He stopped trembling as his composure returned. "But, if I had the same skills, I'd likely create a similar image--so it all evens out."
He didn't give Starscream a chance to ask questions. With a wave of his hand, the entire room faded like a dream and Starscream found himself sitting in the corridor where he settled down to sleep earlier. The wall opened and a platter of energon cubes with an oil truffle on top slid out.
Starscream ate the offered food--saving the truffle for last--while he stared ahead, confused. Why does Unicron see himself as ugly and scarred? It makes no sense! Usually, he comes at me like he thinks he's the hottest bot under the stars--and he sort of is...GAH! I just don't get it!
Don't ponder it, Starscream. I will let you rest now.
And to make his point, Unicron shut off all the lights in the corridor. Starscream had no choice but to lie down and cast his thoughts to the darkness.
By the way...I appreciate the compliment.
GAAAAAH! Get out of my head!
.o
Time slipped past Starscream like raindrops gliding effortlessly over glass. Unicron made him forget about the war and the world that existed outside his own body. They spent ages in the fantasies Unicron created, having sex in various positions just for the fun of it.
Sometimes the Chaos-bringer gave his "lessons." Sometimes they just laid around, barely touching. Sometimes they had slow sex. Sometimes they ravished each other like starving animals. One time, they laid chest to chest and maintained eye contact for a solid hour--and then Unicron fell asleep, which struck Starscream as funny until he got drowsy too. For the first time in his life he slept in someone else's arms.
Once, Starscream discovered that licking the spaces between Unicron's wing array digits could drive the dark god into overload. In turn, Unicron made Starscream realize how mind-numbingly good it felt to have someone suck on his wingtips.
Starscream drifted from overload to overload, through fogs of energon intoxication and across the deep ocean of Unicron's voice without even caring about where he was in the universe. He felt no stress, no tension, no worry, and the shadows of Death didn't loiter around every corner. Life had become a stream of starry vistas, his hands creating art, mind-numbing orgasms and restful sleep.
He began to need Unicron like he needed energon. Strange things happened to his Spark when he met the god's red optics, something between joy and pain. His own pleasure wasn't enough, he had to see Unicron feel it too. Watching the larger bot overload made him happy. Waking up to Unicron's fantasies sent bursts of joy throbbing through his Spark chamber. All Unicron had to do was look at him and everything else disappeared.
Then Starscream found himself holding Unicron's hands or wrapping his arms around him when they linked up--then their optics would meet and the calm it created within the frenzied moments brought forth a new sense of satisfaction. Unicron never expressed anything other than arousal, but Starscream wondered if his reluctance to pull away immediately after uplinking meant he felt something too. He missed Unicron more and more during those quiet recharge hours where he had nothing to stare at except the strange, rocky walls.
When in the Pit did that start happening?
Starscream didn't understand the changes happening in his emotions. It was something he never felt before and didn't know how to describe.
And it scared him.
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