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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
- 6
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- 8
Daylight on the moon was stark in its coldness. Starscream awoke to a beautiful blue crescent Earth drifting just below the white pearl sun. Framed by a jagged window, it looked like something he painted millennia ago. Starscream saved the image to his mainframe for later use and reached for the molecular scanner by the table. The black device resembled a human's TV remote with a screen on the back. He scanned his injury and examined the results. It showed an X-ray of the wound, letting him see the components beneath his armor. By the looks of it the repairs done on his damaged coolant lines were holding up nicely. Flickering lights informed him that he still had micro fractures in his fuel tank outlet pipe. Luckily they didn't penetrate all the way through, but they were annoying. Fuel tank outlet pipes were braided metal built to flex around inside the body. Micro fractures felt like a rodent gnawing his wiring. Replacing the pipe stopped the pain. Trouble was, there were no spares. His only option was to wait for his internal systems to repair it...and that could take weeks since it was a moving part.
"Just my luck," Starscream muttered, sullenly tossing the scanner back on the shelf.
A hiss signaled the door opening. Starscream pushed himself up onto his elbows, anticipating Megatron. He was genuinely surprised when Sideways strolled into the room. In one hand he carried a jar of wax polish and in the other, a pair of hand-held circular applicators.
"Relax," said Sideways. He held up the objects in his hands. "I know what's about to go down tonight. I figured, you might want to look good when you do it."
Starscream squinted his orange optics. Sideways always came across as a slimy creep who took delight in escalating conflicts. So why was he here now?
"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?" Starscream snapped.
Sideways approached the table. He plopped the wax jar on the shelf and unscrewed the lid. "What Megatron does to you is disgusting even by my standards. He's breaking ancient Cybertronian laws by using sex as punishment...but I'm sure Unicron got you over the sense of shame." Pointedly, he gave the buffers a test spin. They were shaped like pistols with the fuzzy gray applicator pads attached to the barrels. "Megatron won't be happy that I stole his favorite waxing toys. Now, turn over so I can do your back first."
Starscream bit back a laugh...for a moment his mind flashed back to Alexis waxing the Mini-Cons--she called it "pampering", much to the disgust of the human males.
It had been a long time since he had a good waxing. And after everything he went through he felt like he deserved a little of this..."pampering".
"Fine." He shifted to rest on his belly, keeping his thermal sensors trained on Sideways' weapons.
The buffers whirred to life. Starscream shivered as their whirling softness contacted the middle of his back. Just about every bot who got a wax ended up overloading from it because it felt so sinfully good. He resisted another snicker--the humans were once curious about the Mini-Cons and how they shivered and sang during a wax job. If only they knew...
"So," Sideways worked his way up the underside of Starscream's engine nozzles, "Did you enjoy your stay with Unicron?"
Unicron's name made Starscream's Spark pulse faster. He found it strange how different the world looked since he met the giant god. Everything felt alive.
"We got along," he said smoothly. Then he sighed as the spinning buffers moved across his wings, bringing forth the familiar tingle down in the tip of his cone. He tilted shamelessly into the sensation and Sideways pressed harder--a sign that he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Care to elaborate?"
"Mh, not really. Let's just say I have a new perspective on where I stand in all this mess...and him."
Sideways trailed the buffers down the length of his wings and back, lingering on the outer tips. Starscream, his mind still on Unicron, arched into it and moaned. Sideways chuckled at this and shifted to wax Starscream's backside and legs. "You're thinking about him."
Every spin of the buffers flowed straight through the Seekerï¿½s neural net.
"I'm--"
"You think I can't sense you fantasizing? C'mon...go ahead. I'll wax you all the way. Just enjoy it." As he spoke, Sideways tapped the table to make Starscream turn over. Starscream did so carefully, trying not to excite pain from his damaged piping. Grooves accommodated the engine parts jutting off his back and allowed him to lie flat.
Starscream's optics lost focus once the buffers touched his wings again. He felt Sideways spend extra time on them before moving down each arm. Then the soft spinning pads rolled over his chassis and down his legs...and back up across his cone and--oh--he gripped the table. Tantalizing softness vibrated across the place he ached the most.
"I always thought your cone was neat," whispered Sideways. He rested the buffers against either side of it and dialed up their rotation rate.
"Unh!" Starscream bit his lower lip and arched his back. It felt just like the time Unicron took his cone into his mouth. He caressed the table's edge, his own sides and the edges of his cockpit. Tingling warmth followed his fingertips to his throat and spiraled down to join the electricity brewing between his legs. His body was meant to feel like this. "Ooh, right there..."
If Sideways said anything, Starscream didn't hear it. His mind kept imagining Unicron holding him from behind, watching Sideways pleasure him. That fantasy dissolved to Unicron on top of him, bending down for a kiss. And from that one came the most beautiful yet--Unicron's chest opening and baring his Spark. It was so real that Starscream exposed his own Spark and arched up, aching to bond.
I love him...
Tears welled in Starscream's eyes as he finally put words to everything he felt. When the universe didn't collapse and explode in his face, he opened himself fully to what he'd been running from. He let the emotion catch up and wrap around him, holding him in a safe embrace.
...my Spark calls to no one else...
Realization brought forth a new level of desire. Something potent and sacred. Starscream flinched as he touched his Spark chamber. Love--the ultimate arousal. It sent sparks spitting off his cone and chamber. He pretended it was Unicron's hand on him, and after only two strokes he lost himself to electric bliss. Both his mind and body cried out to Unicron, and on the very edge of his consciousness, far within the gray space between dreams and the waking world, he swore he heard Unicron's voice whisper his name.
Then his overload tapered away. His fantasy faded, dimming like the fading glow of his Spark chamber retreating back under his cockpit.
Sideways moaned--a very sexy sound, Starscream noted--and pulled the buffers away. "You sure live up to your name when you go off. Heh, I overloaded just watching you. That was sexy!"
"Shut up," Starscream sighed as he collected himself. He reached out blindly to grab Sideways' arm, causing him to drop the waxing tools. The loose items clattered to the floor and shut off. When they fell, Starscream flashed back to the nebula eating black hole Unicron showed him. He remembered the star that escaped, free of the constraints that held it to its prison. "If I live past tonight, I'm leaving."
"Leaving? Ah," Sideways placed his free hand on the top of Starscream's head and bent down. His energon-purple eyes glimmered eerily in the harsh lighting, searching. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it. "I can contact him if you want."
"You what?"
"Starscream, how do you think Unicron even knew about you? You could call me his remote eyes and ears. He created me solely to survey his Mini-Cons...first I scoped out the Autobots, but they're always clean. This side not so much. He wants me to make sure none of them are--uh--used as sex toys. Anyway, a couple million years ago I happened to be in the area the day you were painting in the middle of Cybertron city. I've been your shadow ever since, Starscream. I...heh," Sideways sat on the table's edge, "Okay, what I'm about to say is going to piss you off, but it has to come out. I instigated a lot of the hostility between you and Megatron."
"You what?" Starscream sat bolt upright, a mistake that made his damaged fuel pipe scream in protest. He clutched his midsection and growled. "Why? I've been through slag because of you!"
"I was hoping you'd rise up and act!" Sideways shot back. His amethyst eyes dimmed, "Unicron stepped in when he realized the damage Megatron was doing to you. And, yes, I know what Unicron went through. The things Primacron did to him make what you're going through seem gentle by comparison--BUT that doesn't make your experience any less painful. At the rate things were going...let's just say I'm glad Unicron caught you when he did."
Starscream opened his mouth, looked away and closed it again. He trembled at the memory of Unicron's tears, at the pain in his eyes.
"Starscream, do you realize you saved Unicron's life?"
"W-what?"
"It's true." Sideways nodded. "He tried to kill himself."
Starscream tensed as panic clutched his throat.
Sideways leaned forward again, gazing directly into his eyes. "One day, I stopped to watch you paint that mural in the middle of Cybertron--"
"The red nebula?"
"Bingo. He was literally in the act of killing himself--seconds from severing contact with me--and then, through me, he saw you twirling around like the whole world was music. Seeing that made him feel something besides pain...so he watched you. He has a copy of all your art in his databanks. Everything you've done, even the most obscure, he has it. Schematics, murals, portraits...everything."
Again, Sideways paused to let it all sink in. Starscream needed the moment--he never imagined his art actually saving someone's life. And to think he almost let that part of him die.
Rather than acknowledge it, Starscream looked down at his hands, "Does he have a favorite?"
"Your self portrait."
"Very funny..."
"I'm serious."
Starscream looked out the window. He knew which picture Sideways was talking about--he once painted himself in profile, flying with one hand outstretched towards the stars. He was blue and gray with a red trim in the picture, the colors he possessed before Megatron had him reformatted. Sometimes he missed having a vermillion face and silver eyes that reflected everything he saw...
The picture never felt complete to him--in it, his other hand was just kind of out in front of him, purposeless and empty.
"Freedom..."
"Yeah. That one."
"I never finished it."
"Unicron loves it anyway. In his words, 'all of my life, I have never seen someone so taken by the sky.'"
A rush of tears welled in Starscream's optics. "I-I didn't think I'd ever see myself like that again." He covered his face, "Unicron made me remember who I used to be. He looks at a nebula and just sees a cloud of gas...when I look at it I see color, shape, possibilities..."
Sideways' hand rested lightly on his arm, "The liberator ended up liberated. Funny how that works."
"Yeah," Starscream chuckled. He had so much food for thought, but he feared letting himself think too deeply when he still didn't know whether or not he'd survive the night. "Sideways, does he love me?"
Without answering, Sideways slid off his perch and gathered up the items he brought in. He paused at the door and glanced back. His eyes tilted in a mouth-less smile.
"I should get this junk back before Megatron wakes up. See you later."
"Hey! What about--"
The door hissed shut between them.
Starscream saw his reflection when the door closed. His armor looked shiny and new...he shimmered like Unicron. He faced the window, gazing out into the unknown that rolled into eternity.
I don't know if you can hear me, Unicron...but I want you to know that I made my choice. He touched his lips as though holding onto a kiss. It's you.
.o
"Primus, that's your third tube!"
Starscream unscrewed the oil tube lid. He held the tube over his mouth and squeezed, letting the thickened substance dribble onto his tongue like honey. Cyclonus had been watching him with hungry optics the entire time. He tried to hide it, but Cyclonus and subtle were oxymorons--and Starscream enjoyed the effect he was having on the orange faced helicopter.
Come to think of it, he was enjoying the freedom of not caring what others thought of him.
"Mm, delicious. Grade-A..." a dark trickle rolled down his chin, wiped up by his fingertips.
Cyclonus turned away, groaning. "Starscream, knock it off!"
"You're such a Sparkling!" Starscream scoffed. He squirted the last dribble of oil halfway across the room, watching it splatter on Cyclonus' orange cheek. Before Cyclonus could move, Starscream had him pinned sideways against the wall by the door. "This is what you want, isn't it?" He stuck out his glossa and licked up the oil. No point in wasting it. He trailed his tongue across the jagged edge of Cyclonus' cheekbone. "Isn't this something you fantasize about late at night?"
"W-what're you talking about?"
His tongue made another pass. "You say my name when you get yourself off."
As predicted, Cyclonus heated right up. Starscream knew by how the normally loud-mouthed mech went quiet.
"Everybody thinks I'm a whore around here." Starscream grinned. He was enjoying this immensely, remembering how it felt to spread himself out across Unicron's lap. "You know, maybe I shouldn't escalate this. I might fail to live up to whatever sick fantasies you probably have."
Cyclonus chewed his bottom lip. His lips were almost ridiculously pouty, yet had the ability to thin completely away when he broke into his wild, trigger happy grin.
"You're freakin' me out, Starscream."
"Am I? You look pretty horny to me."
Was this how Unicron felt when they first met? This sense of power, knowing he had another being turned into mush at his fingertips?
Starscream let his hand slither across Cyclonus' hip. Cyclonus moaned and melted into the touch, having absolutely no control of his arousal.
"Starscream," he whimpered, "Why?"
Pushing him harder against the wall, Starscream found the panel release and shoved his fingers down into the tangled wires. Cyclonus was tight inside, all of his wiring wrapped in a bundle around a coolant line. Starscream hooked two fingers underneath them and the helicopter arched with a mewling cry.
"W-why?"
Starscream hissed in his audio sensor, "Sometimes, it's better to enjoy instead of asking questions."
"But..."
"Unless you want me to stop, shut up."
Cyclonus clenched his jaw. When he did that, his face morphing into someone lost in desire, Starscream realized there was beauty even in him.
Somehow, Starscream's touch transfigured the clumsy mech from average to something remarkable. Suddenly he could turn his head in ways that made light dance on his angular features. Once it found him it stayed like glue, following every sensual twist of his neck. Nobody knew what a jewel they were missing because they never brushed off the dirt.
A little of Starscream's mocking air deflated. How could Cyclonus know what he went through under Megatron? He didn't, because under normal circumstances he wasn't what most considered attractive or desirable. Because of his looks people always labeled him a verminous buffoon.
All this time he'd been judging the helicopter mech as disgusting with no real reason to. So what if Cyclonus fantasized about him?
It's not like I've never had fantasies before. I...lived one.
"Ow..." Cyclonus made a pained noise that wasn't really pain. He puckered his mouth and panted, sounding just like he did while pleasuring himself. "Ow, ow, ow...Starscream..."
"Shh, it's okay." Starscream wrapped his arm around Cyclonus' neck, stroking his lips with his fingertips. His other hand rolled the wiring in the helicopter's access panel around. Cyclonus kept gasping and cooing, trying desperately to stay quiet. Static discharges crackled as Starscream fingered the motherboard the wires were attached to. Cyclonus bucked like a loose power cable on the fritz. Aha, his sweet spot...Starscream traced it slowly, following the ring of solder. Each stroke caused a shock until the current became continuous.
"Umph!" Cyclonus shrieked, grabbing Starscream's shoulders. His normally green optics glowed a lime hue, brilliant on his orange features. Spasms wracked his frame. "S-Starscream, I'm gonna...over--OH...I'm--UH!"
"You're gonna what, Cyclonus?" the Seeker squeezed the wires and dragged his fingers across the solder ridge. "Overload?"
Cyclonus' face shimmered, "STARSC-MMPH!"
Starscream jerked Cyclonus' face up. Their lip lock muffled Cyclonus' orgasmic cries into soft hums and groans. Primus, he sounded so different. Starscream kept twirling his wires to hear more of those sounds. Cyclonus didn't know how to kiss at all--his big, soft lips just groped around, hoping to latch on. Starscream ran his tongue all along his flat molars and the smooth roof of his mouth. He tasted like the tangy energon he just consumed.
Fingertips touched his cheeks, the only response Cyclonus could offer, and Starscream knew he was giving him his first true kiss. To share it in the middle of an overload offered by a person he fantasized about...Starscream became suddenly conscious of the gift he had bestowed.
And after that, he realized how unashamed he felt. He wasn't sorry for doing it, for giving someone else just one blissful moment like the many he experienced. It was like having fire in his hands and everyone around him held a candle. Why keep this wonderful, warm, guiding light to himself when he could make it brighter by sharing it? How many beings out there in the universe were lost and in the dark? If he could just send them an ember, a tiny fraction of this feeling...
"Oof," Cyclonus relaxed and panted against Starscream's mouth. He placed a hand on the Seeker's cockpit, stroking it. Too much for comfort. Starscream stepped away.
"I-I'm sorry," Cyclonus gasped. "I didn't mean to--I-I just--I--"
"No, it's not that." Starscream sighed. "You're better off leaving that part for your fantasies. To keep yourself guessing."
"Oh." He shuddered, leaning back against the wall.
Starscream couldn't believe it. He expected to feel disgusted and dirty by this experience, so it surprised him to realize he was happy instead. The same joy he felt when he painted, or just being around Unicron.
Where was all of this feeling coming from? Love? Was love making him do this?
"Someday, you'll meet someone who always sees you the way you looked when I held you."
His words obviously touched on Cyclonus' biggest insecurity. Cyclonus shoved him away and stood up straight, hugging himself, his bulky body still trembling from his orgasm.
"I wasn't always like this!" Cyclonus snapped. "I used to be thin like you! I worked in a search and rescue team. I could shoot a zip line into the tiniest hole and drag somebody out. Megatron said I'd be great for his army with aim like that--so I signed up. I figured he'd need somebody who could get injured men out of tight spots. Wasn't what I thought--I woke up reprogrammed and reformatted...I went from helping people to hurting them." He hung his head and snorted, "Laughing's my way to numb it. It's never funny, but I go crazy if I don't laugh. Guess that makes me less perfect now, eh?"
"I'm not here to judge you." Starscream said, averting his eyes. How strange it was to realize how wrong he'd been about Cyclonus. They were two asteroids swept into orbit around the black hole of the war.
"Yeah, but nobody loves a blocky, screechy freak like me. Doesn't matter how perfect I make myself."
Smiling, Starscream replied, "Love is seeing an imperfect person perfectly."
"Eh?" Cyclonus looked up through misty optics. "Where'd you get all this deep stuff from?"
"Someone changed how I see the world, Cyclonus." Starscream tilted his head back and sighed, aching for the day to hurry up and end. "So what if you aren't svelte like me? Our bodies are just shells. Your looks or your voice or how loud you snore...they don't matter if someone loves you. They might even be endearing to the right person simply because they're what make you into you. Which is why I think you should look Demolishor up sometime. He seems to show interest in you."
"Demolishor? Yeah, right!"
Starscream laughed. "You think I'm joking? I've heard him self-serving enough times to know what name he says, and it isn't mine or Megatron's."
"But Demolishor, he's my best pal...I mean sometimes he looks at me funny, but..."
"He stares because he thinks you're attractive, idiot," Starscream growled, "That's another thing I've learned about love--it's scary, it's like falling into a hole and you don't know where in the Pit you're gonna land. If you miss and hit the bottom, yes, it hurts. But, Cyclonus," he started to grin when he realized how much like Unicron he sounded, "what if there is no ground?"
"That doesn't make sense!"
The Seeker chuckled and crossed his arms across his chest, "It will when you take the plunge. Trust me. And if you don't take it, I'm going to push you. You'll thank me for it later."
"That makes me feel soooooo much better." Cyclonus curled his lips in frustration. He closed his access port, cleared his voice processors and changed the subject. "What's this whore thing--"
"It's a half-truth and let's leave it at that. I've been in a trench ever since I joined Megatron's army. Then I met somebody that tossed up a lifeline."
"Don't'cha mean down?"
"No...up. He's fallen even deeper in than I have." Memories of frozen tears, the unheard pleas of a prisoner in disguise, flashed across his mind. "I just hope what I have to do tonight will pull us both out."
And Cyclonus stared at him like he grew an aft on his forehead. "Yeah, who's this mystery bot?"
"I'll leave that to your imagination."
"Aw, c'mon!"
Grinning, Starscream snagged another oil tube--his last one, he told himself--and tried not to moan at how it coated his glossa. Oil was like chocolate to him, except he could pour it on anything and it tasted great.
Footsteps pounded a cadence in the corridor. Their source rounded the corner. Cyclonus tried to edge out of sight. Starscream wouldn't let him. He slapped a container of grease cookies into Cyclonus' hand-- "Just let go and fall." --and shoved him forward.
"Hey!" Cyclonus squeaked, stumbling until he bumped into Demolishor.
"Watch it!" groused the tank. He winced at being pinned between Cyclonus and the wall. Somehow, Cyclonus landed in a way that brought them face to face. It took Demolishor a moment to notice just how close their faces were. "You friggin' clumsy--"
Cyclonus kissed him. No pretense, no small talk.
Demolishor melted. Neither knew how to kiss, but it didn't matter once they relaxed and let it happen.
Cyclonus drew back and held up one cookie--similar to the human "Oreo"--except it consisted of engine grease sandwiched between two rust wafers. They were Demolishor's favorite treat. "Cookie?"
Starscream watched Demolishor's optics shift between the cookie and the bot holding it. The tank's shocked expression softened as a light imperceptible to someone not in love flickered across his face. He took the treat without breaking eye contact.
"So, um...uhh..."
Giggling, Cyclonus leaned against Demolishor, who did absolutely nothing to push him away. The tank couldnï¿½t be more obvious without running down the halls screaming it.
"Wanna take a walk?" asked Cyclonus, and Demolishor's face lit up.
Starscream slipped out of the storage room. His Spark felt huge and hot in its chamber. Sharing what he learned felt so good...
Demolishor and Cyclonus walked by on their way back to their posts. They were shoulder to shoulder and smiling at each other--and Cyclonus grinned at Starscream as they passed. He looked so happy he glowed.
.o
The next six hours dragged by Starscream. He tried to keep busy--but that proved hard to do on his day of rest and recreation. Everyone on the base took one once a week. Even Megatron took a day off--he usually spent it sleeping and Primus have mercy on whoever bothered him with anything less than a life or death emergency.
Starscream's recreation day coincided with Megatron's.
So it shouldn't have surprised him when he spotted Megatron asleep in his throne room. Leader One, Megatron's Mini-Con, sat perched on a shelf by the door. Swindle lay stretched out beside him and they beeped softly to each other.
Seeing the Mini-Cons softened Starscream's expression. He recalled how Unicron talked about them--his children, his creations.
He gazed past them at Megatron, who sat back with his chin down, completely insensate to the world outside his mind. Light from the sun came through cracks in the ceiling and illuminated his face.
Primus, Megatron could be so horrible--but in slumber he was beautiful. His round lips had parted enough to reveal the tips of his fangs. No frown created unflattering wrinkles around his optics. The way his head slumped caused his throat to bend in an almost delicate shape.
And you make yourself so ugly to others...Megatron, I could have loved you if you just came to me like this. Starscream chewed on his bottom lip. If he wanted to, he could draw his wing blade and strike his leader down. He even entertained the idea.
In the end, his own personal code won out. No killing an opponent who couldn't fight back.
Megatron twitched. His expression grew troubled, shadowed, and his offline optics shifted behind the red glass. He was dreaming, and not pleasantly by the look of it.
Starscream shook his head and motioned for the Mini-Cons to follow him. He led them around the corner, turned and knelt, looking them in the eyes.
"I'm giving you a choice," he said.
Swindle and Leader One exchanged puzzled looks.
"Megatron and I are going to have...issues...in a few hours. If I survive, I'm going to leave this place and look for Unicron."
The tiny bots clutched each other like two frightened mice.
Starscream hung his head. "Look, I'm not going to make you come along. But...I could send you to Earth. You're the reason this war is going on, and if you stand up and show your refusal to be tools, it might just end it. So I leave it up to you two--talk to the others if you want. But in the end, you can follow me or go to Earth. Whichever you choose is fine by me."
At the name, Leader One shook his fists in the air and sang a sad melody. Swindle translated, telling Starscream that Leader One wanted to know why Unicron turned on them.
Wait...hold on...they left and Unicron never tried to explain what happened? Oh, Primus and all that's holy, he probably thought he deserved to be abandoned!
"No! No, you guys, it was all an accident!"
Swindle translated for Leader One again. He said there was no way of knowing that--Unicron made no attempt to explain himself or stop their departure.
They knew nothing of his past or how he suffered when they left. Starscream was sure that, had they known, their reaction wouldn't be so downright cold.
They chose Earth. No discussion, no hesitation.
"Fine then," Starscream sighed. It made him ache even more--what a gift it would have been for him to reunite Unicron with his children. "Tell the other Mini-Cons my plan. You can warp to the first gate station with me. From there, you'll have an unopposed warp to Earth."
Leader One nodded, grabbed Swindle's arm and they raced down the hall.
Starscream straightened and cast a withering look at the door to Megatron's throne room.
Two hours stood between himself and destiny.
.o
It was Sideways that came to Starscream's quarters with Megatron's orders. Up until that moment, Starscream had been hacking away at flying targets, trying not to think about the inevitable.
"This is it."
Starscream slipped his wing blade back into its housing. The exercises he performed let him assess how well he could move with his internal injury, and he discovered to his satisfaction that the pain didn't hamper his mobility.
"Scared?"
"Yeah, right," scoffed Starscream, trying not to sound nervous. Inwardly, he tried hard not to let niggling thoughts of failure eat at his consciousness. Even with all the strength he now had, he still had to push away his old habits. They threatened him from the dusty past like eyes boring into his confidence. "I just want to get this over with."
Sideways' purple optics glimmered, "So what are you waiting for?"
"I'm going to be late," the Seeker grinned, "Megatron hates it when I'm late."
"Ah," Sideways chuckled, "Defiant even before you walk in. Good move."
Starscream leaned back, closing himself into memories of Unicron's touch. He forgot about Sideways as his hands traced the edge of his cone. His body reacted immediately, spreading heat across his circuits. Perverted, nasty thoughts flashed over his mind--visions of Megatron in various states of anguish and arousal.
"Mm, yes...there we go..." he said to himself. He shut his cone sensors off and relished the numbness. His body was numb, but his mind remained aroused just enough to be nasty.
I'm going to do this. Megatron, your game is over! After all these years...payback! I hope you like your revenge cold.
Five minutes later--after dawdling just long enough to annoy Megatron--Starscream and Sideways made their way to the throne room. Neither spoke on the way, though Starscream noticed Sideways shooting him sidelong glances.
They stopped by the closed door.
Starscream balled his fists. "Guess this is it."
"I'll be right here," whispered Sideways.
Starscream cycled a cleansing sigh that flowed from his lips to his feet. He had just exhaled when the door growled open. Red eyes pinned him, deep, dynamic and hateful.
"You're late," sneered Megatron.
"Oh, forgive me, Megatron," said Starscream, his tone completely mocking. He never took his eyes off his leader's. "I was so busy that I almost forgot to add you into my schedule."
Megatron's optics narrowed. If looks could kill. "Inside, now."
Starscream felt an invisible string holding his back straighter than a pole. He strolled past Megatron, though he didn't turn his back to him, and smirked as the door flaps clicked shut.
"Get on your knees," Megatron rasped, pointing to the floor. He'd used a low, commanding tone that wasn't intentionally sexy.
Months ago, Starscream would have obeyed immediately--and grudgingly, hating himself for it later--just to get back into his master's favor. Because that younger version of him believed that was all the worth he held. Now he knew otherwise. His feelings, dreams and talents mattered to this universe.
Megatron was the one in the wrong. He chose to blind himself to these facts out of petty jealousy. He chose to make himself bigger by preying upon someone who once respected him.
Starscream gazed across the space separating himself from Megatron. The room was dark except for a few dim lights. Shadows of hunger caressed the Decepticon leader's silver, green and purple form. He'd set his mouth in a tight line, waiting for compliance.
What did I see in him? His looks...the shell he uses to hide how ugly he is inside? He--was a god to me at first. Starscream's optics wandered to Megatron's round, soft lips and the gleaming fangs starting to peek out from underneath.
He flashed me a smile and I was lost...I joined his army and followed him like a good little Decepticon, and for what? This whole war benefits nothing other than his lust for power! He lives on conflict like humans live on oxygen. I can't believe I didn't see that when I signed up...no...all I could see was him. I should have walked away...but then I never would've met Unicron...I wouldn't feel the love I feel now. Oh, Megatron, I pity you... his expression saddened slightly, you will never know this feeling. You're so closed off.
He tightened his mouth, gathering himself, But all of that is no excuse for the hell I went through. Megatron, I won't take your slag anymore. I'm making my stand NOW.
Megatron snarled and pointed to the floor at his feet. "Are you deaf? Get down on your knees!"
Starscream looked straight into Megatron's optics. His new power exploded in the form of a single, defiant word.
"No."
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