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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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His wing blade sliced the air, cutting down an imaginary opponent. He whirled to the left. The light of Unicron's stone core flashed over his lithe red body. Flowing through katas put his mind at ease. He twirled gracefully around and almost flew out of his armor when Unicron's avatar caught the end of his blade.
"Gah!"
"Why spar the air when you have me?"
Starscream growled, "Funny, I never pictured you engaging in hand to hand."
"What? Did you expect me to rely solely on telekinesis and illusions? Please. What if someone broke past those defenses? It wouldn't bode well for me if I had no self defense skills. Therefore..." Unicron crouched slightly and curled his arms as though pouring something from a giant container, "...come at me, Starscream."
Starscream charged. His body hit the ground before he even saw Unicron move. He performed a stunning handstand and scissor-kicked his legs. Dodging easily, Unicron skidded to a stop near Starscream's left side. Starscream snatched up his wing blade and thrust sideways. This time, Unicron stood there and let Starscream run him through. The force of the thrust knocked him onto his back. He dropped and lay still.
Time froze and his world tunneled around the blade jutting from Unicron's belly. Starscream thought he'd be sick.
"U-Unicron?"
No reply, though his optics still glowed.
"Unicron...oh, no," Starscream rushed to his side and knelt, cradling the dark god's head, "You idiot! Why didn't you dodge? What kind of--"
"Starscream, relax."
"--idiot just stands there and--huh?" he froze, mid-rant, and noticed Unicron looked up at him as calm and collected as ever. The sinking sensation in his fuel tank exploded into swelling heat. "Oh, you bastard! Do you enjoy jerking my chain?"
"Sometimes, yes. You aren't amused?"
"Grr!" Starscream grabbed his blade and wrenched it from Unicron's body. "NO!"
Unicron's wound vanished almost instantly. Only when the blade actually left his body did he flinch. He kipped up with a grace that belied his bulky form and his feet slammed down on the floor. The boom echoed off the walls.
"Nice thrust there." Unicron rubbed his top two abdominal lights. "Had I been an average Cybertronian, that would have killed me...and quite painfully, I might add."
Starscream dropped his wing blade and sank to his knees, his optics staring blankly at Unicron's face. His logic circuits hurt from trying to make sense of the situation. "I...impaled you..."
"You impaled a very sophisticated mental projection. I can survive the destruction of my entire body as long as this," he tapped the gleaming stone with a digit of his wing array, "stays intact. Everything I was and still am exists inside that shell. My entire body can regenerate from just this. So, you see, I'm practically invincible."
His frame shaking, Starscream hung his head, all desire to spar wiped out. Just the idea of outright killing an opponent who couldn't fight back made him ill. Despite the long war he had only taken a few lives in hand to hand, and that was only when it was either kill or die himself. Violence was a necessary evil...that didn't mean he had to like it.
"You don't share Megatron's lust for death."
"No, I don't." Starscream replied.
Unicron's feet clanked on the ground. He hooked his left foot under Starscream's wing blade, kicked it up into his hand and offered it back handle-first. Starscream accepted it and settled it into the housing behind his shoulder.
"This whole war would stop if the Mini-Cons were taken out of the picture. The Autobots think the Mini-Cons should choose for themselves...and my side--well let's just say Megatron thinks they should be used to conquer the universe. So either he or the Mini-Cons are the key to ending this whole mess."
Unicron's eyes flickered when Starscream mentioned the Mini-Cons. "Yes, the Mini-Cons..." Then he crossed his arms and his avatar vanished. Excuse me. I'm about to eat a very large planet. Mm, it has a lot of ignatius rock...my favorite.
Then a loud crash signaled Unicron's pincers latching onto the unfortunate world.
Oh, yes... Unicron's voice echoed to silence. His defense systems activated--a sign that he was attacking an inhabited world. This wasn't the first planet Starscream was aware of him consuming, but it was the first one with life.
I sense your concern. This planet is already dying. The inhabitants have destroyed their own ecosystem and grown too arrogant for their own good. I'm doing the universe a favor by getting rid of them. Better this world than the rest of their solar system, which by the way I will be leaving alone.
Unicron spoke coldly before he fell silent, save only for the sounds of weapons fire and the planet crunching apart.
Starscream shut out the chaos and genocide the best he could...it wasn't fair of him to judge Unicron's actions any more than a rodent could judge a feline. Unicron was a galactic predator who kept the line between god and mortal clear. He maintained balance, consuming only worlds on the edge of doom while leaving younger, newborn places to thrive and evolve.
The Seeker sat down again, dipping his fingers into the energon pool. "Nothing seems to scare you...not killing, not death..." he licked his fingertips clean. "Don't you have any fears?"
Distant grinding noises reverberated through the floor. Unicron didn't answer, naturally. He rarely talked once he had a planet in his grasp. Sometimes he'd reply to a question hours later, long after Starscream forgot what he asked.
Hm...I wonder if he'll mind me seeing how he works.
Starscream wandered into the corridor, curious about the giant god's digestive system. Finding it wouldn't be hard with all the noise his digestive process made. Two levels down, Starscream stepped onto a platform overlooking machinery the size of ships. It was strange--Unicron's body separated entire oceans worth of liquids from solids. How he did it was a mystery; there were no grates, no sifts, his body just "knew".
Solid material entered giant metallic pouches that appeared a cross between stomachs and blenders. Six of them lined the back wall and one by one they pulverized mountain sized pieces of a planet into smaller asteroid-sized chunks. Evidence of civilization occasionally appeared amidst the rubble, but the "stomachs" did not distinguish and crushed them too. The colorful mix passed through glowing blue tubing and spilled noisily onto conveyor belts leading into metal chambers. Every single piece that emerged had been ground into a perfect sphere no larger than Starscream's fists. How Unicron accomplished this was impossible to guess.
Starscream leaned over, watching the spheres pile up on the moving surfaces. A lot fell off the belts, but more than half were destined for certain doom. When the chambers reached maximum capacity, their walls slammed shut like Venus fly traps, compacting all the matter under tremendous pressure. Never in his life would Starscream hear a louder sound--it left his audio sensors crackling.
The chamber walls ground against each other like chewing teeth until their silver surfaces glowed white. All the while the conveyor belts kept moving, spilling their contents across the floor. Tentacles emerged from the walls and swept the stones away.
Suddenly, the largest pipe Starscream had ever seen rose from the center of the floor and connected to the ceiling. It was transparent and of such a size that Unicron could easily spread his hand open inside. Glowing lilac liquid bubbled up through the ground and slowly filled the pipe like rising mercury in a thermometer. When it reached the top, a network of tubes around the walls pulsated to circulate the fluid throughout Unicron's body. They ranged in size from giant tunnels to tiny capillaries.
Noises grew louder as the machinery began operating faster. The water stored separately rained down to keep everything cool. Steam drifted up in tremendous white clouds, coating the central pipe in condensation. Interesting trick--Starscream noticed a lack of coolant lines in this particular section of Unicron's body, and all the friction would require Unicron basically stop all other operations just to digest a meal. Not efficient in the middle of a fight.
The ingenuity made Starscream grin. He was right...it IS just like a mining station. He's producing enough energon to feed all of Cybertron for millions of years!
Steam fogged his orange optics, blurring his view. He wiped them clean and stepped back. Suddenly, a tube burst from the wall in front of his face! He almost leapt from his metal skin.
"What the!"
Open your mouth.
He did so. The tube stretched forth and trickled searing hot energon across his glossa. It burned initially, he wasn't ready for the high temperature, but the pain only lasted a few seconds. He rolled the hot, thick sweetness around on his tongue before he swallowed it. Fresh energon was syrupy like oil.
Starscream licked a few errant drops off his lips. "This is gourmet level energon!"
The tube pushed his head to the left. Tiny energon cubes popped out of an opening in the wall, were filled with a few drops of the high grade and whisked away to storage.
Now you know where the high end merchants get it. Unicron chuckled, a humorless sound.
Starscream arched an optic ridge. "I didn't know you took part in commerce."
I don't. I just find their greed amusing.
"Oh." Then his head began to swim. Unicron gave him less than a mouthful of fresh energon and it had the same effect as three dipperfuls of the lower grade stuff. "What did you eat? This batch is...phew..."
The minerals were so pure... Unicron's voice sounded different, more relaxed, ...mm, nice...Starscream, don't stay in that chamber if you're going to offline on me--you don't want to pass out in there.
"Fine." Starscream let the buzz go to his head as he made his way back to Unicron's core. He found his companion's avatar seated by the energon pool, waiting for him.
"Excuse me if I don't stand--as I said, the minerals are so pure..." his voice trailed off.
"Are you..." Starscream ventured closer, noticing how Unicron slouched a bit where he sat, "You are!" He laughed raucously, his vocal processors slurring, "I didn't think somebody your, uhh, size could over-energize!"
"Please," muttered Unicron, his speech slower than normal, as if he took great care to pronounce each word properly, "it is slight and it will pass within an hour. What I didn't absorb will come up in the pool. I'd advise you to only indulge a little at a time. This mix is rather potent."
Potent indeed. Just one mouthful created lag in Starscream's sensory systems.
"Slight? You won't even...oh, what's that term? stand up!"
"I've been off-lined by a planet with pure ores before. So I consider any intoxication that allows me to remain conscious as 'slight'."
It still amused Starscream to no end. He never imagined Unicron drunk before and didn't know what to expect. A little node of caution wiggled into his consciousness. A relaxed, drunken Unicron might also turn into a violent, angry Unicron--no way to know for sure.
"So...about my question..."
"Hm?"
"I asked if anything...you know...scares you."
"Oh, that." Unicron settled down on his side, propped his elbow on the ground and rested his cheek on his fist. He patted the raised space in front of him and Starscream wobbled over to seat himself on it. Then he went on, "Long ago, I was afraid of the dark."
The energon stupor made Unicron's voice sound deeper. It moved through Starscream like a slow lava flow. He barely processed anything he said, only rousing himself when he realized the pleasant voice stopped talking.
"You? Afraid of the dark?"
"Amazing, but true. The dark is a great unknown. Is there a wall just ahead? A hole in the ground? Something waiting to cause harm? Many things...being left in the dark often meant suffering for me. Fear is a powerful weapon when used well...just imagine for a moment knowing the source of your pain is waiting for you. You can't see it, you don't know when it will strike, but you know it can see you and it is laughing at how you flinch every time it whispers your name..." he gasped and slapped his hands on the ground, sitting up straight. "That was my life...and--sometimes...it still haunts me. Things unseen... ghosts...s-solitude..." and his voice actually broke, though his face remained impassive. For a second it looked like he wanted to scream. He cycled a long intake and Starscream tightened in anticipation for a sound that never came. Instead, Unicron sighed deeply and relaxed back into his original posture.
"Unicron?"
Unicron clenched his teeth and shook his head, wiping a hand across his face. The ripple in his demeanor was gone. "Let's not discuss it anymore. It's a time I don't enjoy remembering."
Starscream frowned. Did he just glimpse pain? "Boy, Primacron must have--"
"Don't talk about him."
Unicron didn't say it angrily. No hard edge, no warning tone, no slapping his hand down against the floor...just a flat sentence...yet it cut through the air and clapped over Starscream's mouth like a hand.
"...I'm sorry," whispered Starscream. "I didn't mean to--"
The dark god remained silent, his optics dim. "When he left me for dead, I started to create so I wouldn't be alone. I made one...then two...then thousands...all so tiny and harmless. They were mindless like me, obeying commands without question--I used them to build--" Unicron stopped mid-sentence to run his tongue over his fangs, a move that set Starscream's circuits on fire, "--repair myself before I learned how to heal without maintenance. They grew in intelligence over the years until they became sentient. Up until then I called them my children--they were so innocent, so eager to please. They evolved their own sentience. Right as they did, I made a mistake that frightened them away. They left me...and I let them go...I let them go and tried to forget about it all..." he gritted his teeth again, a sound like stone and metal grinding.
Starscream stared at Unicron's emotionless face. He was doing it again--talking about something incredibly painful while sounding utterly nonchalant about it.
"You made the Mini-Cons?" he asked.
Unicron snapped his fingers. "Guilty as charged. And your people decided to use them as weapons. Hence the wars. Isn't that amusing, Starscream? My children are your war machines. Just as I was his..." and his voice trailed off yet again, as if he lost his train of thought.
Starscream thought of Swindle lying small and alone on his recharge berth on the moon base. Every Mini-Con was a child of Unicron? It sounded absurd, yet made perfect sense. How they were alive remained a mystery because they lacked Sparks. Scientists puzzled for years and never found the answer. But the answer was they evolved, they weren't built and animated by a piece of Creation as Cybertronians were.
"So, Starscream, what did Megatron do to you?"
The question was a slap in the face. Had Starscream been sober he would've taken offense at such a poke into his personal life. Getting blasted tended to loosen his tongue a little. Plus, in his drunken state, he rationalized that it was only fair he share since Unicron just did a minute ago.
But first, he had to be sassy. "Well, I thought you were all-knowing and watched."
"I'm aware of it, I didn't watch."
"Oh. Well...usually it happens when I screw up. He...calls me into his throne room and--and, uh," the words rolled around in his head, bouncing off his processors and banging against angry memories, "He tells me what a failure I am, that I need to be straightened out. Then he advances and...you know..."
A steady red glow appeared in Unicron's optics. As Starscream spoke it became brighter, first an ember and then a flame. The corners of his mouth deepened in a barely perceptible frown. "I don't know...so tell me."
Why did Unicron dig at his pain like this?
"I try to be so perfect...that way--that way he uhh, he has no reason to 'discipline' me. So it feels like the entire damned universe conspires to make me fail! It must enjoy my torture!" Starscream growled, aching with remembering. He was proud of himself for not dissolving to tears, at least he had control of something.
"But what does Megatron do? What happens when he calls you?"
"It's just like a regular uplink. He heats me up, kisses me, everything...but he finishes and never finishes me. And I take it, hoping--you said yourself he never will, but I still hope..." and finally, he found a name for the choking sensation he experienced whenever he thought of facing Megatron again: "Unicron, I'm afraid to face him. I hate him, but I'm--afraid. I-I'm afraid of what comes after I get what I want...he won't let me just walk away. I may not walk away."
Fingers snatched hold of his face, pulling him down until flaming red optics stared into his own.
"You mustn't let him see your fear. It doesn't matter what he says to threaten you, don't show him how scared you are. Even if he kills you...if you find yourself dying in his presence...show no fear."
Starscream hugged himself, his innards burning in anguish. Death always scared him. Like falling, except he didn't know where he would land.
"Words, Starscream. Remember? He will use words to frighten you, to dominate you. They mean nothing until he actually carries them out. Every nanosecond between the words and the action they describe is a nanosecond you can use to rationalize. Think, Starscream...it's like the illusion of falling. Threats and insults are the fall, now you must decide whether there is a ground below or not."
"I don't want to die."
"No one does. But be prepared for that possibility."
"But..." Starscream bit his lip and looked steadily into Unicron's optics, "So far from Primus...my Spark..."
"Should the worst happen..." Unicron moved his fingers away from Starscream's cheek. "I won't let you get lost, Starscream."
It was such a perfect moment, and Starscream's drunken stupor ruined it.
Dipping his finger in the energon pool, he reached out and smeared it across Unicron's mouth. That sexy, static-inducing, delicious, wonderful pair of perfect lips. He bent over and slurped it off, kissing him in the process. "Let's not get into this metaphorical stuff while I'm over energized. Mmkay?"
Unicron closed his mouth. "Starscream...no--"
He pushed his tongue past Unicron's lips and tried to force his clenched teeth apart. "I want you...right now. Kiss me, fuck me..."
Unicron bit Starscream's glossa just hard enough that Starscream yelped and jerked back. His teeth were sharp!
"You bit me!"
"You're out of control."
Without thinking, Starscream threw a left hook that rocked Unicron off-balance. He flipped him onto his back and prepared to line up their ports. Unicron snarled, grasped Starscream in his wing array shoved him to the ground, pinning him with his full weight. Then Unicron took hold of Starscream's wrists, slammed them down on either of his head and leaned over until their faces were inches apart. His optics shone like hellfire and his upper lip stiffened, allowing the tips of his fangs to poke out.
"I said no," Unicron whispered in Starscream's audio sensor, each word like acid. "Don't escalate this."
Don't escalate this? It made Starscream angry that Unicron wouldn't comply. His mind had tunneled towards one goal. He was sparking, he wanted satisfaction and he'd do anything for it whether Unicron liked it or not! "Unicron! I want--" he leaned up, aching to kiss those lips. "You will--"
A blow to the cheek slammed him backwards. It wasn't a warning strike--the impact twisted his head sideways so violently that it dislocated the bearings in his neck. The sudden agony knocked him senseless. Reality swam in swirls and static. A sickening clank rang in his ears, the sound his head made bouncing off his engine nozzles. He was only dimly aware of Unicron poised above him, his arm extended in a follow-through.
He...hit me... Starscream fluttered back to consciousness. Energon flowed from the stinging slice the large knuckles took out of his cheek. He couldn't move his head. His jaw, neck and cheek hurt, but he didn't know if the pain was physical or mental. He laid there under a blanket of terror. Was he going to die here?
"Unh..."
Megatron's punches were nothing compared to Unicron's. He'd been on the receiving end of his hardest blow and it never actually broke his neck like that.
The fist pinning his left wrist slid away. The weight holding him down moved aside. A blurry shadow loomed in his peripheral vision. It morphed into Unicron's frowning black and silver visage.
Unicron glanced between Starscream and his own closed fist. The tension around his mouth vanished, replaced by a slight widening of his optics. He reached over and cradled Starscream's head in his hands without moving it, like something too fragile to handle.
"Starscream, can you hear me?"
Starscream groaned and tried to turn his head. Pain jolted his system. He screamed, there was no controlling it. His central nervous line ran through his neck...and now it was all tangled up. Through the corner of his optic, he saw Unicron visibly wince.
"Starscream! Don't move." Unicron's intakes paused, or did they hitch? "I'll repair you. Just stay still."
Fingers opened the delicate panels on the front of his throat and probed inside. His neck was attached to a column of ball bearings and his central nervous line, a coil of wiring similar to a human spinal cord, wove amongst them. Moving even one bearing out of alignment could disable or, if it severed the main wire, kill him. He bit his lip, flinching when Unicron began to push the bearings back into position. There was a click and the agony in his neck faded. The wire had been freed.
"Turn your head slowly."
Starscream complied. No pain and his neck rotated smoothly. He turned his head side to side, then tilted it back. The oily, exposed bearings glistened under his chin. He felt Unicron hold his head there while he examined the central line. "I'm okay."
Unicron replaced the panel. Grease stained his silver fingers black. He still cradled Starscream's head on his palm.
"I almost killed you."
"Unicron, I'm okay."
But Unicron didn't seem to hear him. His voice was a monotone reverberating through a tunnel of years longer than Starscream's existence. "I killed one of them...one of my children...with a strike like that. An accident...but the others saw it. They remembered and grew to fear me. That is why they left, Starscream. I was their protector and I betrayed them in one moment of anguish. Now they're in the middle of your war."
Starscream shivered when he thought of the humans back on Earth. Each so tiny, fragile and with such short lives. They, too, were mixed up in this age-old battle.
"Has anyone ever destroyed a piece of art you created?"
Starscream pulled his intoxicated mind back to the present and nodded. "Megatron obliterated something I spent a century creating." He could still remember it--a three dimensional reproduction of Primus inside a multicolored nebula. One of his largest pieces...and Megatron vaporized the holo-emitters because Starscream didn't come when he called. "I cried for days."
Unicron looked up and squinted his optics. "I cried for years over Welder. He was my first, my oldest. Tiny, all white and with a perpetual smile--he transformed into a blow torch. I loved him the most, Starscream. I loved that little creature. It didn't matter that his intelligence level was less than a rodent, he was my most precious child. And then I got angry one day and lashed out like I did at you--right in front of the others. I held him--I watched the light in his eyes fade away. Then his smile melted...and for me, the universe lost its beauty." His optics flared. Bending down, he kissed the scratch he inflicted, "Don't make me repeat myself,� he said. "I can't guarantee what I'll do if...just--don't make advances on me when I say no," he whispered the last words, "I didn't mean to injure you. I...lost control. Please, don't fear me."
Unicron did not beg, but something about his words pleaded with Starscream. He said "don't fear me�, but he obviously meant "don't leave me."
All this information threatened Starscream's logic circuits. Unicron just deadpanned through a story of something so Spark-wrenchingly painful it made Starscream's eyes tear up. Starscream didn't know whether to put his arms around Unicron or punch him and demand he show some emotion. Was he really that damned unfeeling?
And, on top of it all, Starscream was still drunk and getting aroused all over again. "Unicr--"
Ice crept back into Unicron's tone. "Don't forget the rules of our game. We both have to want it. And right now, I don't."
The second Unicron finished speaking, his avatar disappeared, leaving Starscream alone in the room. He had three long hours to think about what he almost did. As he sobered up, he realized how close he came to forcing himself upon his godly companion. And did he imagine it, or was there actual sadness in Unicron's optics when he disappeared?
"Unicron, I'm--"
Don't apologize for something you can't control. You become seductive when you over-energize, Starscream. You don't recall the last time you tanked up...you started speaking extremely sexually, so I put you to sleep.
"I-I don't remember anything after the third drink you gave me."
I know. I will forget this ever happened because you were not in full control of your actions, but do not expect a third chance. I once heard that intoxication can bring out a person's dark side--I hope you learned something about yourself Starscream. Even you, as good-looking as you are, can turn ugly if you're not careful.
The reality of how...ugly he'd been was actually potent enough to make Starscream output the half-processed energon still sitting in his fuel tank. He watched it seep into the floor like water into soil. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. Starscream gazed up at the glowing stone, his mind swirling with fragmented memories.
If Unicron hadn't been physically stronger than him, he would have raped him. He would have taken him regardless of protests or cries to stop.
He fell into recharge without realizing how tired he was. As he slept, he dreamed he looked into a mirror and saw half his body crumble away, leaving behind hideous wounds. He awoke with a cry, shaking and disoriented until the touch of Unicron's large hands reminded him of where he was. He burrowed into those arms, terrified that the next reflective surface he saw would reveal a horrible, half-rusted visage.
Primus, is that what I almost turned into?
"I don't want to be that way. I-I used to want Megatron...I used to feel proud when he overloaded off me..." he shivered, "You can't rape the willing. I was willing."
"No, you weren't. He had you believing you were. In reality, you complied out of fear of something worse." Unicron took Starscream's face between his hands and made him look into his optics. "You are not his toy now. You are not an object. He does not own you. He can not bend your will to his favor because yours is stronger now. You aren't surviving on pure hatred anymore."
Starscream peered up and saw the seriousness in Unicron's gaze. The intensity of the dark god's crimson optics bore right through him. "So? It seemed to work for you. I swear, if you put me through all of this just to tell me that, I'll--"
"Stop assuming!" Unicron snapped. He cooled when Starscream relaxed, and went on, "Even before Primus gave me sentience, I loved and trusted with the intensity of the hottest sun. Then I was betrayed. I tried to love again one more time--my children, the Mini-Cons--and I failed them. The little light I had left went out when they ran from me, and now I am the coldest comet in space. I am surrounded by self loathing. I hate what I've become and I hate that I can't change it." he leaned closer, whispering against Starscream's mouth, "I don't want to see you suffer the same fate. You are like me, but you must never become me. Not when you still burn with the desire for freedom."
Starscream waited for Unicron to kiss him, but the dark god drew back and gazed at the glowing stone that made up his heart.
"No one in this universe has the freedom you do," Starscream protested, frowning. "You can go anywhere you want! You want to go look at a beautiful nebula? Boom! You can. That isn't freedom?"
Turning, Unicron looked down with the same haunted eyes Starscream saw on the cliff. He became as still as a holo-painting. It went on for so long that Starscream startled when he finally spoke, "You are more free than I can ever be. The beauty of space means nothing to someone who only sees it as more emptiness." And then, the faintest hint of softness flicked on and off in his optics. "Being around you reminds me of how I was all those eons ago. And that...makes space less empty for me."
Why did hearing that make him ache? Starscream cocked his head, trying to convince himself that the pang in his throat wasn't sympathy. "My making you remember...doesn't it hurt?"
"No..." Unicron leaned forward and the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. "...it pleases me."
The words reached into Starscream's Spark and spread a warmth through his body. If Unicron couldn't feel anymore... then Starscream decided right there that he'd do all the feeling for both of them. He started by letting himself smile. Next thing he knew, Unicron was kissing him. Harsh, brutal lip locks--but he always kissed that way--and Starscream melted into his lips.
"Unicron."
The reply came between kisses, "Hm?"
Starscream traced Unicron's lips, "I won't leave until you tell me to."
Unicron clasped Starscream's hands. "That pleases me even more."
Their fingers slowly interlocked as their bodies came together, and their hands remained entwined long after the rough uplink put them both in recharge.
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"...he might approach you. Let him. Let him think he's going to best you."
Starscream brought himself back to reality, if this could be called such, and refocused on Unicron. The world Unicron made this time was a beach at perpetual sunset--he had Starscream paint it, and then he made it real. The landscape was rocky, not sandy, sand was horrible under metal plates like theirs. The silver-blue water lapped and foamed around their legs. Starscream rested in the crook of Unicron's arm, half asleep. Unicron's hand drew delightful patterns across his nozzles and wingtips.
"Megatron hits hard. You hit harder, but--"
"You can take a blow, Starscream."
Starscream sighed. "Maybe I like the pain."
"Don't be a fool." That blessed hand traced hypnotic circles around Starscream's cockpit. "He won't stop until you make it clear that you are not going to submit sexually. Be prepared for a violent response."
Starscream rolled over to straddle Unicron's hips. Not exactly comfortable, but he liked being on top. He peered down at the larger Transformer, who spread out nicely underneath him with his wing array splayed haphazardly across the rocky ground. The low lighting made his armor look like bronze, his optics two scarlet gems peering up from the shadows crossing his face.
"This is the way I want to be," he said. His hands fisted on Unicron's chest. The pit of his being felt hot, swollen, like an explosion about to happen.
"I know. But, Starscream, it is entirely possible for him to spoil your fun."
To prove his point, Unicron hooked one leg behind Starscream's knee and flipped them over, slamming Starscream against the ground. He pinned his shoulders down. Not once did Starscream break optic contact.
Unicron half-smiled, his eyes unreadable, "This is the most likely scenario. You must wait until he is near his overload point. You know as well as I do that it diverts more power to protect his Spark chamber from shorting out. He will be vulnerable. The same goes for you. Make sure you time it just right."
Starscream growled and reversed their positions again, pressing Unicron into the rocks beneath them. His red hull was brilliant against Unicron's gold and black body. Fire danced through his orange optics. "I can take care of myself."
"Of course." Unicron said in that sultry, purring tone that indicated his growing arousal. He extended his finger and painted another mesmerizing pattern on Starscream's chassis.
"I-I'll--masturbate first. Not all the way--but enough to be buzzing. Enough that I'll be nasty," Starscream bent until his nose nearly touched Unicron's. "This whole game won't work unless I overload. I want him to see my face. I'm going to fuck him with all my hate." Then he let their foreheads touch and gazed into the red pools that showed him nothing but his own reflection.
Unicron said, "You don't want to climax prematurely, which could happen if you become so excited that you forget your goal."
"I have to start myself. I can't go in cold."
"Yes, but willpower alone won't hold off an overload forever. Just numb your cone sensors."
Starscream gasped, "Isn't that dangerous?"
"Surgeons do it manually so you're not sparking and zapping when they have to perform repairs in that area. Apply that same principle."
"I've never tried it that way before." Starscream felt Unicron draw his bottom lip into his mouth and suckle on it. Tingling heat spread across his circuits again. That amazing, wonderful, powerful mouth moved across his jaw and nuzzled his throat. Dexterous fingers traced the edges of his right wing and nozzles, pushing between panels to tantalize delicate wiring.
This always happened whenever Starscream thought about how much he hated Megatron. He looked again at Unicron's eyes, searching them without knowing exactly what he sought. His throat heated and he relaxed against Unicron, trying to bring their bodies into full contact. The Spark in his chest, his life source, throbbed. He and Unicron had performed many sexual acts--but never the ultimate act, the touching of Sparks. Technically speaking he was still a virgin since he never shared his Spark with anyone. He never wanted to before...not until now. The desire came on so strongly that it ached through his core.
You're falling for me, Unicron spoke to his mind.
Starscream's Spark twitched. Was it true? He tightened his lips and forced himself to move away from Unicron, away from the closeness of his Spark. It angered him that he gave himself away so easily, so he quickly jumped on the defensive. "Love? Hah! What makes you think I'd fall for someone like you anyway?"
Unicron sat up on his elbows, Starscream's anguish rolling off him like water. His tone remained neutral as if he didn't care one way or another how his words were taken. "It can happen. It's how you are. I give you what you crave in life, Starscream. It's only natural to cling."
"Big deal!" Starscream shouted in Unicron's face, again forgetting who exactly he was yelling at.
Unbothered, Unicron replied, "You're afraid."
"Of Megatron? Yeah, right!" A red line of anguish slashed down the center of Starscream's being. "I hate Megatron." He felt the rage spreading outwards like hands tearing him asunder. "I'm sick of this war, sick of him using me, sick of--"
A violent kiss silenced his tirade. He bit angrily at the supple lips digging against his mouth. Unicron kissed him so hard that Starscream thought his teeth might be flattened against the roof of his mouth. He lifted his tongue against Unicron's, fighting with it.
"You're afraid to face how you feel," Unicron said between lip locks, "because everything you love disappears."
Starscream shoved Unicron's face away, breaking their kiss. He trembled and felt as if all the molecules in his body stopped cold. How dare Unicron assume such a thing about him? How dare he! The corners of his mouth wrinkled with tension. He planted his hand on Unicron's throat, pinning him harder to the rocks. "Bastard, don't EVER bring that up again. EVER!"
You are getting braver. Unicron's face remained like stone. You speak your mind--I like that.
Starscream growled, took his hand off Unicron's throat and held his wrists down over his head instead. Then, enraged, he bent and bit the Chaos-bringer's lips until they leaked energon. Starscream lapped it up and bit him again, over and over. Pulling back, he stared in horror when he saw Unicron's mouth shredded like paper. The dark god's eyes were shadowed in obvious pain.
"Oh, no," Starscream let go of Unicron's arms, his anger forgotten. He didn't think when he cupped Unicron's face in shaking hands and tilted his head up for a better look at the damage. "Unicron, I--didn't mean to..." he clenched his fists, the fury returning. Only this time he directed it at himself.
"Starscream," Unicron sighed. The purple wounds healed in seconds, his once torn lips pulling into a sly smirk. "Do that again."
"Are you--"
"Yes. Drink from me, Starscream."
Sometimes I wonder why this excites you, Starscream thought, though he obliged. He heard the squishing sounds of his teeth cutting into the fleshy metal. Energon flowed and he lapped it up like those fanged blood-suckers in human horror stories. Unicron hissed in continual pain while simultaneously demanding harder bites.
Starscream's eyes misted over when he saw the sheer deadness on Unicron's face. Hot aching built in the back of his throat. His lips quivered. He didn't know whether he felt like crying for himself or because Unicron couldn't.
"When you look at me...do I look dead and rusted?"
No, Unicron replied. You are as stunning as the art you create.
Why did hearing that hurt as much as it healed? Starscream growled under his breath. The swollen, hot feeling around his Spark chamber grew overwhelming. He broke his gaze away from Unicron, unable to bear his lifeless stare any longer.
They were a tangle of red and gold, metal on metal, and cast only one shadow across the ground. The ocean sizzled. Steam condensed on their bodies, giving the appearance of sweat.
Turn down your port.
Starscream did it. The feeling in his lower body slowly diminished until he only received data from his pressure sensors. Unicron's hand slithered to his cone. Starscream sensed fingers touching him...but he didn't buck helplessly from the pleasure. He let Unicron manipulate him for link-up, heard the click of his cone sliding into the open panel and detected the vibrations deep in his belly.
Unicron shuddered. His lips healed over, allowing him to speak, "You can hold an orgasm off longer this way. Overloads occur because our bodies try to displace the charge by cycling it through our neural network. Now, if you cut off the lines the charge travels on, it's trapped in one place. The fun part? Reconnecting those lines. It's a flood of sensation, Starscream. You will enjoy it." He sat up and eased Starscream to the ground, putting himself on top.
"Won't Megatron notice?"
"Not if he's too frenzied to care."
Starscream snapped, "He isn't stupid."
"Then fake it. Grunt. Moan. Make noises."
With that, Unicron turned up his voltage. Starscream folded a hand behind his head and enjoyed the strange numbness in his loins. It seemed like he was someone else, another figure watching two bots enjoying an uplink. At least it did until he became aware of his coolant pumps in his lower half speeding up. A queer sensation he neither expected nor knew how to interpret, usually their movements were masked by the other input from his neural net.
Unicron bent down. Against Starscream's lips, he asked, "Are your pumps going faster?"
Starscream nodded, tension winding through his back. "It--feels good."
He watched how Unicron's mouth and cheeks tightened, an indicator of his approaching overload. His voice became strained, "Tell me your peak coolant cycles per second ratio."
"Sixty nine rotations per second."
"Mm. Good number," said Unicron. His sharp edges caught the setting sun in the spectacular way that made Starscream's Spark throb.
Starscream pushed himself up on his elbows and kissed Unicron's pouty bottom lip. He repeated the gesture on his top lip and then pushed his glossa into Unicron's mouth. Their tongues met and whirled in a tornado of frenzied passion. His chest ached again despite his pain sensors being completely offline.
"Wait for that cycle--that is when you flip Megatron...over..." his voice grew into a growling purr as his climax neared, "...and turn everything back on."
Starscream grinned at Unicron. He wanted to reach up and wrap his arms around the dark god's neck--but this session wasn't all for enjoyment, it was a lesson. Starscream forced himself to focus on his coolant pumps. They throbbed on either side of his pelvic joints, right above where his legs came out of his body. Sixty revolutions. Sixty five. Sixty seven. At sixty eight revolutions per second, Starscream hooked his leg behind Unicron's knee and flipped them both over. Their armored bodies scraped hard across the rocks, metal parts shrieking in protest. Unicron was so near his overload that he couldn't resist. Starscream experienced none of the usual weakening--his circuits had been offline the whole time, allowing full power to remain directed at his limbs. He felt his pumps reach sixty nine cycles and turned his sensors back online.
The orgasm hit all at once. Like asteroids, lightning and reality itself beating on him. Starscream cried out in surprise. With this climax came incredible strength that let him pin Unicron, who was physically stronger than him, into the ground with enough force to crack the rocks. He stared into the larger Transformer's optics while grinding against his open port.
Suddenly, his cockpit glass retracted to expose his Spark. It was involuntary and he gazed down at himself in shock. His Spark actually flashed and delivered a lightning strike to Unicron's chest. Unicron arched his back and held his own chest plates shut. His red optics remained unreadable.
"I'm going to do it, Unicron. Megatron will experience...THIS!"
Starscream leapt off Unicron. He collapsed to his knees, spent. It took him several seconds to close his cockpit over his Spark.
Lightning shot from Unicron's access port. He appeared so shocked by this that the illusionary world faded to the void of space. They were drifting in the red and blue glow of a stellar binary system.
Starscream stood up from his seat on Unicron's shoulder. He'd never seen the giant Transformer aroused in his real body before...he could literally feel the energy buzzing under his feet. Sparks zapped from panel to panel and occasionally snapped against his red armor.
For ages nothing significant happened. Unicron just cycled deeply. Then his lips parted, exposing mountainous fangs built to pulverize anything they sank into.
"U-Unicron?"
Unicron ran his glossa over his front teeth. One massive hand moved past Starscream. It eclipsed the red star, swallowing the Seeker briefly in shadow, and dropped beyond sight. Then Unicron's whole body jerked like an earthquake.
Look at what you're making me do...
Unicron stiffened. Starscream jettisoned several hundred meters away. He wanted to see this. The mighty gold Transformer floated against a stellar background. His wing array whipped around him, gleaming menacingly like metal snakes. Starscream stared. He was watching a god masturbate. He caused that god to be so aroused that he had to relieve himself. His orange optics followed the silver fingers as they jammed violently into the open panel, generating an electrical hum. Sparks the size of lightning discharges skittered around his fingers.
Unicron's chest plates flipped open and the nozzle of a cannon emerged. Then, suddenly, it split down the middle and white light illuminated his metal beard. He touched its source. In doing so, he arched backwards, one leg bent and his other arm reaching straight up, fingers curled almost delicately. Two digits of his wing array impaled his access port. The sudden motions sent him rotating and he did nothing to stop it.
You spun like this when you painted, whispered Unicron. He kept spinning, each rotation perfect without a wobble, as if a string connected his wrist to some invisible ceiling above.
Then he wrapped his fist around his Spark and hissed through his teeth in clear pain.
Starscream's jaw dropped at Unicron's behavior. At the same time, his own Spark ached.
The red star collapsed and went supernova.
Lightning wound down Unicron's legs and up towards his chest. His Spark flickered, emitting a keening that pounded Starscream's senses. Unicron finally arched his back and grunted in release, outlined by blinding supernova light that appeared to emerge from his body. He rocked in place, trembling, and Starscream found it a terrifying race between the massive god's orgasm and the supernova shockwave.
"S-Starscream!" Unicron whispered. He squeezed his Spark and his mouth flexed open and shut. "Star...scream..."
There it was again--the pained tone he used when Starscream overloaded him during his recharge cycle. His body thrashed three times and relaxed, the electric discharges slowing until they stopped. He hung there in space, shoulders hunched and lips parted, two wing digits still lodged in his access port. Behind him, the supernova continued to spread ruin and chaos through the darkness.
"I did it for you, Starscream..." Unicron gasped, his eyes haunted. "I danced. I've never danced before. Was it beautiful? Did it please you?"
"Unicron?"
He tightened his fist around his Spark again, strangling it. The glow in his eyes flickered. "Did it please you?"
"Yes!" Starscream shouted, frantic. "Now come on! You're--you're scaring me. Let me back in, I should check your--"
Unicron's optics turned black. His body pitched forward, a marionette without strings, and his free hand drifted gracefully past Starscream.
"Unicron?" Starscream snickered, "Nice one, you had me going for about--oh--three seconds."
No response, not even a flicker.
"Unicron?"
Nothing.
"Unicron!"
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