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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
- 7
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Megatron arched an optic ridge and his velvet voice became a razor's edge, "Excuse me?"
"I said, 'no.'" Starscream replied in a low tone. "So you--"
Megatron's hand grabbed his head and yanked him into a bruising kiss. Soft lips and fangs assailed his senses. Starscream returned it, biting until he tasted energon. Just like the time he bit Unicron...and he felt that same sick delight. Megatron shoved him away and touched the wound on his lip. He glanced at the lilac droplets staining his fingertips.
"You wretched little--"
"What?" Starscream licked the energon off his lips. It tasted bitter. "Don't like it when I bite back?"
All expression left Megatron's face. "You're trying my patience, pet."
"Stop calling me that!" growled Starscream.
Megatron charged. Starscream let his leader slam him into the floor. Vicious hands pounded his sides. Wincing, Starscream took the punishment--it wasn't time to fight back yet. He twisted as soft, smooth lips drew invisible patterns across his jaw. It would've been pleasant if Megatron wasn't simultaneously digging his fingers into the junction where his neck joined his body.
Starscream felt faint pressure as a familiar port locked around his cone. Even while numb he could feel the difference between Megatron and Unicron--Unicron's port slid out like a drawer, and it was so tight that Starscream could only fit two fingers or the tip of his cone inside. Megatron, on the other hand...was huge. He swallowed Starscream completely in a cable-leaden forest.
"What now, whore?" snarled Megatron, eyes like glowing blood. His grip tightened, leaving dents shaped like his fingers. "Is that all you have to offer? Pitiful!"
Starscream let himself slip back into his old habits. An act, but so habitual that he thought himself quite convincing. "Oh, M-Megatron! I don't know what came over me!"
"What are you, then?"
He counted his coolant pump cycles. Steady at fifty eight revolutions. "Your...your pet..."
Megatron backhanded him and grabbed his chin, "And your continual failure means that is all you'll ever be. This is where you belong--under me." His breath hitched as his arousal rose. He bent down, face to face, "You are my most beautiful soldier...I hate doing this to you."
Lies, all lies. Megatron said these things to make him compliant, to take the blame off himself.
Sixty one revolutions.
"Mmh," Starscream faked a moan and forced a few tears out of his optics.
The tears won a growl from Megatron. "Are you crying?"
"N-no sir..."
Another fist in the face. "Don't lie!"
Sixty four revolutions.
Grunting, Starscream tuned out the angry insults Megatron threw at him. He still heard it, but he'd numbed his mind just like his cone. They were only words that rolled off his mental armor like rain on window panes. Hard to believe the pain they once caused--and some still stung.
Sharp fangs bit his shoulder, leaving scratches. Hungry hands pawed at his chassis.
"Ooh..."
"Unh," moaned Megatron. He wobbled and looked down through glazed optics. "You feel so good...yeeessss...now you're being a good little toy," he patted Starscream's head as if he were a dog, "Good little toy."
Sixty seven revolutions.
"Whatever pleases you, Megatron." That's right, eat it up... Starscream wrapped his arms around his leader's neck. The back of his throat ached--he could still remember the days when he found Megatron so breathtakingly beautiful. In a strange way, he was going to miss him. He touched a light, secret farewell kiss to the corner of Megatron's mouth. With that kiss he closed the doors on the past. Never again would he be his leader's toy. Never again.
Megatron called him a whore. The insult hardened Starscream's resolve.
"Ohh, Megatron...there's something...important I need to say..."
"Yessss?"
Sixty eight revolutions.
It was now or never.
Starscream hung in the space between the tick and tock of time. Before him stood a precipice leading into infinity. Dread wrapped its black claws around his consciousness and mocked him with Megatron's moans.
In the distance, Unicron's voice echoed like thunder.
Jump. Jump now.
Pulling Megatron down further, Starscream whispered in his ear, "You're fucked."
And then his metaphorical self spread its arms and jumped over the edge. Trusting with all of his being that Unicron would be waiting at the bottom.
He hooked his leg behind Megatron's and flipped him over, slamming him onto his back. Too stunned to react, Megatron gaped. Starscream pinned his leader's wrists to the floor, lifted himself up and jammed his cone down. Megatron cried out in pain.
Starscream felt his coolant pumps reach optimum rotation. He stared into Megatron's eyes and turned his cone on. Hot, electric sex trickled through his neural network.
"No...you--"
"Yes!" the Seeker snarled, "YES!"
"Stop!"
"You never stopped for me. Ohhh...now--I--am--taking--what--I--deserve!" Starscream's orange optics glowed and he bared his teeth in a triumphant grin. "Watch me--watch what--you've--been missing...ohhhh...yes...here it comes..." His love and hate collided and the moment he dreamed about for years finally arrived.
He was overloading off Megatron!
"You WRETCH!"
"Ohh, YES! HA, HA! YES! I'm wretched, YES!" Starscream arched and clasped his hands behind his head, displaying his whole body for Megatron to see. "Watch me! Ohh, PRIMUS, YES!" The overload traveled in waves from his cone to the top of his head, and sparks gushed like lava around his legs. "YES!"
His orgasmic cries echoed around the room. The entire base had to hear him as he lived up to his name. Megatron grabbed at his torso, but his shaking hands found no purchase--serving instead to bring Starscream even more pleasure.
The overload began to dwindle. Starscream pulled himself off Megatron, who lay almost motionless ever since the flip. For a moment he pondered lubricating him--then, disgusted, decided not to. Even he couldn't make himself sink that low. Instead, he decided to let his leader taste what he would never have again.
Starscream bent and ravished Megatron's lips with his own. He ran his tongue all over his fangs, the roof of his mouth and inside his cheeks, tasting fire and hints of copper. Megatron kissed back in desperation. Starscream shoved him away like refuse, cementing his rejection. He staggered the two steps to Megatron's throne and planted his aft on the seat. His internal injury sent tiny pain pulses through his overheated neural pathways. He didn't care, it was a small twinge compared to what he suffered all these years.
But never again.
Earthshine shone through a crack in the ceiling. Starscream turned his face towards its light. Despite his few dents and scratches, he scintillated like a red and white mirror against his drab surroundings.
"Unh...y-you..." Megatron's body literally smoked. A bot left that close to overload was completely helpless unless someone relieved the charge around his Spark. Granted, Megatron was often so fast to overload that he never left Starscream so far on the brink...and that made it all the more sweeter. There was no possible way he'd be functional without releasing the built up energy.
Starscream stretched his legs and grinned, his smile full of vengeful daggers. How many times had he been the one left in that position?
"Oh, did I forget to let you finish? Hm, I'm not sorry. You deal with it."
Megatron rose to his knees, but collapsed, unable to stand. His hateful glare pierced the dark room. "How--dare you!"
He faltered and sprawled out on his back. Convulsions wracked his frame and Starscream's fuel tanks almost froze. He fought down the sympathy worming its way into his triumph. Seeing Megatron like this wasn't supposed to hurt!
A purple hand grasped Starscream's ankle. "Starscream..."
Starscream kicked it away. "No. Never again."
Megatron shifted one hand down. Starscream leaned back, watching his leader pleasure himself. Megatron gazed up, helpless in his unfulfilled need. The humiliation in his eyes made Starscream laugh. It was beautiful!
"How's it feel down there? It's not so fun when you're the one taking it, is it?"
Megatron turned his head and refused to look at him. His fingers worked around the wires in his access port--dark purple delving between red, white and clear. Smoke and sparks followed his movements.
"You will...pay...dearly for this..." Megatron's voice dripped malice, a threat nowhere near empty. Then he doubled over at Starscream's feet, lost in the throes of his self-imposed orgasm. He did not make a sound.
Something Unicron said popped up in Starscream's mind.
Every nanosecond between the words and the action they describe is a nanosecond you can use to rationalize.
Pain was coming. Starscream knew it. He saw its reflection in Megatron's crimson optics.
Running now would turn his defiance into cowardice and undermine everything Unicron taught him. No sacrifice, no victory. Starscream refused to retreat, regardless of how cold his insides grew. He braced himself mentally as his metaphorical self continued its precarious descent into the unknown. Nobody guaranteed him reaching the bottom in one piece.
"Well," panted Megatron. He didn't let his embarrassment show, "Now...I know...what a traitor you are..."
"You're the traitor, Megatron!" Starscream exploded, baring his teeth. The millennia of frustration burned his vocal processors, "It's your job as a leader to look after your men, not hurt them! Optimus...now he is a true leader. He has integrity, he is fair and he cares more for his men than himself."
Megatron shakily assumed a vertical base, the motion smooth despite his tremors. Starscream followed the movement without breaking eye contact. Burning orange gazed deeply into freezing red.
Starscream saw the blade emerge from Megatron's wrist. Hot lumps formed in his throat and traveled to his eyes, making them mist over. For once he wasn't ashamed of their presence. He let the tears build and escape. Tears for what Megatron could never be, tears for his lost future and tears for the grief Unicron would feel.
He watched Megatron lean over the throne in slow motion.
"Starscream," said Megatron in a tone devoid of expression, "You're crying."
"There's no weakness in tears." Starscream replied. No, he would never be ashamed to cry again after touching the tears of a god. "And I cry because I pity you."
The blade rose, gleaming in the light.
"Why do you pity me?"
Leaning forward, Starscream offered himself up to destiny, "Because nobody loves you, Megatron. Not even you."
Megatron's lips pulled away from his fangs. His wrist blade drew a flashing white line through the air. Starscream fell back into the throne. He heard something bang into the floor. He reached instinctively for his wing blade--only to encounter an empty space. The sound he heard was his wing hitting the ground.
Another flash and his other wing joined its brother. He had no time to react, to dodge, not when cold steel agony made his sensors convulse.
His beautiful wings...
Despite the pain, Starscream didn't let himself shrink back. The murderous glow in Megatron's eyes terrified him...but he refused to show it. He'd be defiant to the end if he had to.
Shimmers ran like dew down the blade's edge.
Megatron thrust.
Starscream grabbed his wrist in both hands.
A fist knocked him clean off the throne. He whirled to his feet as a second blow smashed him into the wall. Static crackled in his audio sensors. Before he recovered, Megatron's weight pinned him in place, painfully shoving his cheek against the wall. His wing stubs throbbed, the fractures in his fuel pipe ached and hairline cracks made his left optic burn.
That was nothing compared to what came next.
"I will have no mercy." Megatron whispered.
Then he stabbed the blade into Starscream's back. Once, twice, three times, each blow intended to cause maximum pain. Starscream felt wires, coolant lines, circuits and energon pumps being torn apart. Megatron spun him back around. Fire lashed his face and his left optic shattered. Energon poured from the gash running diagonally down the length of his face.
Megatron plunged his thumb into the shattered optic and crushed the mechanical eyeball, turning Starscream's world white-hot. "Where is your bravado now, pet?"
Starscream clutched his wounded eye and punched his leader harder than he ever hit anything in his life. The blow carried all the frustration, hatred, self-loathing and pain Megatron made him feel. He threw another. Sparks and energon leaked from his wounds. Every movement hurt. But all Megatron did was make the mental physical. Starscream wanted to offer it back.
His third uppercut sent Megatron to the floor. Megatron grabbed his arm as he fell.
This time, Starscream felt the blade enter his belly, shattering his cockpit. It went in at an angle, pierced his fuel tank and scraped against his Spark chamber.
The Seeker shrieked, arching as if overloading. Nauseating coldness broke out all over his body. His internal computer flashed red warning lights over his vital systems.
"You know what I'm going to do to you, my precious little whore?" Megatron gazed down into Starscream's working optic, his lips curled in a sickening smile. He adjusted his position so their ports were lined up. "I am going to take you until you die."
Starscream's metaphorical self hit the ground.
Hard.
"Go ahead!" Starscream whispered. He smiled with oil and energon stained teeth, "I've already won. Your reaction is proof enough, so go right on ahead, Megatron! Or do you lack the Spark to finish what you've started?"
That really set Megatron off. He jerked the blade side to side and wrenched it out. Glowing purple streaks stained the metal. Starscream gasped and dry heaved--unable to vomit because the material he tried to bring up was painting an abstract blob across his battered torso. His peripheral vision pixilated until only Megatron's face remained clear. He stared at him, telling himself he'd keep staring as long as he remained conscious, and he hoped that ever after he died his cold, dead optics would haunt him forever.
Megatron ripped the broken cockpit off Starscream's chest. Starscream's Spark pulsed strongly within its transparent chamber. He felt rather than saw the Decepticon's purple fingers stretching towards it. Horror laced his tired circuits. In less than a second he would lose the last piece of him he could still call pure.
Lightning struck the floor beside the throne. A return stroke hit the ceiling, ripping a hole through the cracks. Harsh white sunlight flooded onto the pillars of smoke and moon dust rising from the disturbance.
Megatron jerked his hand back. "Who goes there?"
Red optics--identical in color to Megatron's--flared like twin suns in the smoke. All they did was look at Megatron, and the Decepticon leader went flying off Starscream to crash against the opposite wall.
"What the--how dare you!" snarled Megatron. He rose and pointed his cannon at the dust. The cannon doubled its length and twisted back onto its owner. Then Megatron was wrenched down onto his knees as if a magnet pulled him to the floor. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get to his feet. "Release me at once! Do you have any idea who I am?"
A voice spoke, deep and deadpan. "I know what you will be if you don't shut up, Megatron."
Starscream painfully pushed himself up onto his elbows. The blinding ache in his body told him this was no hallucination. "Un-Unicron..."
Unicron stepped out of the dust cloud and ethereal streams of sunlight poured over his golden body. Shimmers followed his silver wing array. He literally lit up the room. Starscream's Spark ached at the sight of him--so awe-inspiringly beautiful, cold and perfect in his imperfection. Unicron did not exist in the universe. Unicron took the universe and made it exist around him.
Megatron stared at Unicron, his lips pressed in a tight line. He, too, appeared awed by the dark god.
Unicron crossed the room and knelt next to Starscream--he just knelt right down into the puddle of energon and oil. His expressionless face flowed through shadow and light.
"Unicron," Starscream croaked. "Some entrance."
"I like to be memorable." It was funnier because his expression never changed. Then he went on, serious, "I'm sorry to interfere, Starscream, but I could not stand idly by and let him violate your Spark."
"Just kill him."
"No. The only weapons I'll wield here are words." He touched the scrape marring Starscream's face and his eyes darkened a half-degree. "Violence will teach him nothing."
Starscream brushed the back of his index finger across Unicron's bottom lip. "I'm--so glad you're here...I didn't think I'd get a chance to--to see you again."
Unicron clasped the hand and laid it gently on Starscream's chest. "It's all right now. I'm here, Starscream, and after I'm done with Megatron I will never leave your side again."
"Pretty short 'never'," snorted Starscream, trying to hold his brave face. He knew his trembling fingers gave him away.
"Oh, how touching." Megatron scoffed. "Starscream, you certainly get around."
Without further comment, the dark god uncurled to his feet. He walked over to Megatron, picked him up by the back of his neck and carried him to his throne. Megatron's aft made a satisfying clang as he was unceremoniously dumped onto the seat.
"Unicr--"
"Be still now, Starscream. I'm pleased with your success. Now it is my turn."
The way Unicron spoke sounded emotionless. It was all in his eyes--the sadness he once mistook for numbness.
Megatron twisted to his feet. "How dare you barge into my base and--"
Unicron advanced until their noses nearly touched. They may have been the same height, but Unicron was broader. He made the Decepticon leader look tiny by comparison.
"Sit down."
It wasn't snapped or shouted. He used that tone once when he told Starscream not to talk about Primacron, and it was powerful enough that Megatron grudgingly seated himself.
Unicron planted his square hands on the arms of the throne, pinning Megatron's wrists. His huge palms nearly swallowed Megatron's forearms.
"You pitiful excuse of a mech," he said, and a flare of his optics halted Megatron before he could retort. "You were created solely for battle. It is all you know. I know your Spark was thrown into this body--that you didn't get to choose. You are a prisoner to your programming."
Megatron's jaw dropped. He closed it quickly and sneered. "How did you--"
"I know a lot of things, Megatron. I know what you've been doing to Starscream."
"The wretch deserved it. He's weak."
Unicron backhanded him. Half the power he used when he struck Starscream so long ago. Then he held Megatron's face between thumb and forefinger, forcing eye-contact. Fury dripped ice into his voice, "Don't talk about Starscream that way in my presence."
Starscream's Spark rejoiced.
"He has more freedom than you ever will. You wanted to wrench it away from him ever since you saw him painting on Cybertron. And why? Because he had what you desired, and what you can't have you destroy. Isn't that right, Megatron?" Unicron leaned up, but Megatron refused to say anything.
Tightening his jaw, the dark god went icily on, "Using sex to dominate and control..." his optics narrowed into crimson slits, "I know your type all too well. You're gorgeous, you know--so it's easy to goad someone into doing what you want, right? You must pride yourself on your good looks."
"Of--of course. A leader has to look good."
"And behind that beautiful face is something too ugly to see the light of day." Unicron bared his fangs--again showing that nothing about him was small--and his tone was pure malice, "Then you see Starscream, who is even more attractive than you. You couldn't stand it, could you? The way he moved...yes I've seen him dance...how creative he is, the brilliant art he paints--you tried to format it out of him. That didn't work, so you started chipping at his mind. You had to have him...but not for who he was. No, you just wanted his body. You wanted to be like him. Stop me if I'm getting warm."
"Silence!" bellowed Megatron, "I demand these lies stop!"
"Oh, somebody's angry. Did I hit a nerve?"
"Grr!"
Starscream choked out a laugh. Seeing Megatron dressed down by somebody so much stronger was more than he ever dreamed of. Everything he went through was worth it just to witness this moment.
"Your problem, Megatron, is you hate yourself. You see people in love all around you and you can't stand it. You want someone to give what you can't give to yourself. You want to be loved again...yes, I know about him."
"That was the past!" Megatron struggled against Unicron's hands. When he didn't get anywhere, he snapped, "What would someone like you know about love?"
Silently, Unicron turned his head and met Starscream's working optic. "Love means you would walk into fire, face oblivion and turn the universe inside out just to be near whoever it is your Spark belongs to...and then leave again if they asked you to. Love is finding the wherewithal to forgive someone's imperfections and accept everything they are. Love is waiting millennia for a person to come to their senses." He faced Megatron again, lowering until their noses nearly touched, "And that is something you will never experience unless you change, because you don't fool anyone. You, Megatron, are a monster."
Starscream never knew Megatron's optics could open as wide as they did. Unicron wielded words like twin blades, slicing, dicing and stabbing Megatron's most vulnerable points.
"Look over at Starscream."
Megatron glanced at Starscream.
"No, look." Unicron forced his head to the side again.
Starscream's consciousness began to flicker. Death pangs twisted at his chassis, wrenching soft moans from his voice processors. His limbs were going numb as his body shut down energon circulation to all but his most vital systems--and even those started to fail.
"Do you see what you've done to him? You weren't teaching him a lesson. You mutilated him because that is what you look like on the inside, and you wanted him as ugly as you. Because...Megatron...who could love a monster? Who would want to get close to something so horrible, something that might hurt or betray them?"
"I've had just about enough of this!" Megatron's eyes burned like hellfire. "Die!"
Starscream gasped as his leader buried his wrist blade in Unicron's side. When Unicron didn't move, he did it again. And again...and again...until Unicron grabbed his wrist, inserted the blade halfway down his throat and bit off the end like a rust stick. He tilted his head back, swallowing it whole.
"Keep that up and I'll eat your arm next." Unicron lifted Megatron's hand. He regurgitated the blade sharp end first and spat it out. Hard. It shot from his lips like a missile and imbedded itself less than a millimeter from Megatron's crotch.
Starscream snickered when Megatron jerked his aft further back into his seat. I hope you like fear, Megatron...
Megatron snarled, "W-what in Primus' name are you?"
Unicron replied coolly. "Are you going to test me further, or are you going to be quiet and let me finish?"
All expression on the Decepticon leader's face disappeared. He retracted his damaged wrist blade and rested his cheek on his palm. His attempt to appear nonchalant failed--Starscream saw the nervous way his other hand balled in a tight fist. Who wouldn't be nervous when someone just demonstrated excellent marksmanship by spitting?
Straightening, Unicron continued his lecture as if no interruption occurred. "That is why you did this to Starscream. Misery loves company." He let his wing array relax slightly, the tips touching the floor. "I spent ten million years with someone like you--" --the words shocked Starscream back to full consciousness-- "I was made to believe no one could ever want me. I had children that ended up rejecting me...you know them well because you use them as war machines," he spat the last words out like lasers, and his optics grew brighter as he went on, "I'm old enough to know your Spark is a piece of Creation itself. And I spent much of that time thinking the universe hated me. I thought no beauty existed anywhere because all I knew was the ugliness of my master.�
Unicron backed away from the throne and his heavy footsteps approached Starscream. The shadow of his wing array fell across Starscream's shoulders, filling the void where his wings used to be. Starscream reached towards him. Unicron's silver hand descended out of the sun's diamond-white glare. Their fingertips met and interlocked like lovers in the sunlight--huge, flawless silver gently swallowing thin, energon-stained black.
Crimson optics trembled. "Starscream."
Despite his pain, Starscream found the strength to smile. "It's okay...I know I look like slag..."
Unicron knelt and pressed a finger to his lips. His touch was light, careful. "I hardly noticed."
"Flatterer." Starscream tried to laugh, but that made his chassis hurt. Strange...it seemed like nothing mattered now that Unicron was here. He was so happy just to feel his touch again.
Unicron's hands slid under Starscream's back and behind his knees. Those hands--capable of ripping planets apart--gathered him gently to a broad chest. Energon poured freely from his wounds and pattered on the dusty ground. His limbs dangled and his head lolled back, but he never felt safer than in that moment.
Unicron stood and his voice changed, became less cold. "I am holding the only reason I'm still alive to have this conversation with you, Megatron. He is the one who reminded me that there is still beauty in this universe. I would live through another ten million years of torture for him, at his command, if it meant seeing just one taste of his imagination."
Tears brimmed in Starscream's functioning optic. "No, Unicron...I would never make you--"
"Spare me this poetic nonsense." Megatron remained deadpan. "What is your point, Unicron?"
"You ache to feel what I feel right now, what Starscream feels right now, but it slips away every time you get close. You're afraid of being alone, yet that is all you know because of what you are. Who wants to love a beautiful person who is so ugly inside that he even hates himself? Ask yourself that, Megatron. And before you answer, I want you to take a look at what your self-hatred did to your best soldier. He's dying because of you." Unicron stepped into the sunlight and Starscream's injuries blazed in all their horrible glory. His lips pulled back, revealing his fangs. "This is what you are, this is what people see when they look at you and this is why you're alone."
That struck the fatal blow.
"I HATE YOU!" Megatron exploded, the sunlight flashing off his teeth, "You don't know me! I don't know where you came up with these lies! Take them, that battered wretch and get out of my sight!"
Unicron didn't move a servo. "There is someone out there who wants to love you again, Megatron. Someone who loved you once before and is capable of forgiving you. All you have to do is change and he will be yours once more. And I know you know who I'm talking about."
Starscream cast a confused look in Unicron's direction. As usual, Unicron revealed nothing.
Megatron's optics grew faraway and misty. It seemed like the entire war played across his eyes. Suddenly, his face twisted as if something physically pained him. He grimaced, pressed a fist to his mouth and turned halfway, burying his face in his palm.
"That was so long ago...I still remember his face, his lips...his kiss..." Tears dripped through his fingers. "I miss him."
Starscream wasn't sure if he dreamed it...or if he actually heard Megatron sob.
"This entire war has been nothing more than a quarrel between lovers. Both of you made your inner conflict physical. And look at what it's done." Unicron tilted his head, his gaze remaining steady. "This is the pain you've been running from, Megatron. It's staring you in the face. This will be the one you love if you continue the way you're going, and killing him won't make your feelings for him disappear. If anything, you will grow even uglier. Strength, Megatron, is not about size, power or possessions...it is realizing you still have a choice. You can sit in the dark and stay a monster, or you can break the chains that hold you down and reach for the light. What's it going to be, Megatron?"
Another pang ripped through Starscream's chassis. He moaned and shifted, causing more energon to join the wide puddle at Unicron's feet. Unicron held him closer, his touch reassuring.
"Muh--Megatron..." Starscream winced, turning to look fully at his leader. "All...I ever wanted...was--respect. I never--ever--asked for more than that..." he gritted his teeth against the dull pain in his ruptured fuel tank.
Megatron reached out and silently laid a hand on Starscream's head. Then he bent forward, bringing their foreheads into contact. At such close proximity, Starscream could hear the circuits in Megatron's head literally crackle. Something major was happening inside him.
I have never seen this before... Unicron raised a dark optic ridge, He is fighting his own programming.
Starscream fought his weariness and cupped the back of Megatron's head. He tried to tap his mainframe, to see--but his leader pulled out of his grasp.
Megatron's mouth quivered despite his teeth digging trenches in his bottom lip. The corners of his eyes crinkled and he began to weep openly, a broken sound. "What have I become?" He sank to sit and rocked back and forth, hugging himself as mech fluid left golden trails on his smooth gray cheeks.
The sun tracked slowly forward, its rays gently caressing Megatron's cheek. His tears sparkled as they dropped into the energon puddle making its way between his feet. Dully, Starscream noticed how the teardrops made sunburst patterns in his blood.
"You haven't forgotten how to cry," said Unicron, his tone still soft, "You aren't beyond hope."
"Get out!" Megatron covered his face in both hands. He continued to bleed from the wounds Unicron opened on his Spark. "Don't look at me...just...go..."
And that was the moment the door slid open. Demolishor and Cyclonus rushed in with Sideways following at a slower pace.
"Sir! The Mini-Cons are rebelling! They've barricaded themselves around the warp gate and--" Cyclonus froze when Demolishor grabbed his arm and pointed. Neither looked at Unicron or Starscream. Their eyes went to their crying leader.
They can't see us.
Starscream was too tired to ask questions. He watched Demolishor place a hand on Megatron's shoulder. Cyclonus stood nervously in the doorway. Sideways faced Unicron and offered an imperceptible nod.
"Sideways..." Starscream gasped. Even talking hurt now, "the...Mini-Cons...Earth..."
"Gotcha."
Sideways slipped out.
"Unicron...I don't have much...time..." Starscream grasped Unicron's armor, "Take me out of here. I--want to spend--my last few minutes...somewhere alone...with...you."
Unicron gazed down at him and his optics dimmed. "Starscream..."
"Please, Unicron. I--" he turned towards the commotion barely twenty feet away.
"--sir! The Mini-Cons! Are you all right? Where are you injured?"
"Someplace you can't reach," whispered Megatron.
"What should I do about the Mini-Cons?"
Megatron waved his hand. "Let them go, Demolishor."
"WHAT?"
"Did I stutter, dolt?" Megatron grabbed Demolishor's shoulder, yanked him down and snarled in his audio sensor, "I said let them go!"
Then he clutched his head and collapsed, and only Demolishor's quick reflexes kept him from slipping to the floor.
"Sir! You need medical attention!"
"No...for the last time...this wound can't be reached. Let it bleed, Demolishor. Just let it bleed."
Demolishor and Cyclonus exchanged concerned looks.
"Hey..." Cyclonus glanced around. "Where's Starscream?"
Megatron looked right at Starscream and Unicron--but did not see them. He burst out laughing, bitterly. Then sparks flew off the side of his head and he slumped backwards. Smoke rose from his open mouth.
"Sir!" shouted Demolishor.
Cyclonus sat Megatron up straight. Megatron's helm caught the light, revealing a jagged hole near one of his antler-like antennae. Electricity buzzed around the opening.
"He's...he's blown a circuit! And--" he touched Megatron's chest, "--his Spark is pulsing erratically."
More was said, but Starscream's consciousness flickered and he missed most of it. He watched Cyclonus and Demolishor carry Megatron out of the throne room.
"Will he survive?"
Unicron nodded silently. "Bots such as him have chips that keep their battle program running nonstop. I--can't be sure without physically examining him myself, but he may have destroyed those chips."
"So..." Starscream panted, "he's...free?"
"If that is the case, yes--though he won't realize it until it's time for him to make his ultimate choice."
"Then I guess...mm..." Searing agony wracked Starscream's frame. Sparks flew off his exposed wiring. He felt his main fuel pump stop and struggled to keep his intake cycles regular. Nobody lived more than a few minutes once their main pump ceased functioning. "It's--it's time. Oh, Primus..."
Turning, Unicron looked up as another light shone down. This time it came from his real body, which filled the sky and somehow managed not to alert Earth of its presence or disturb the delicate balance of the solar system. His shoulders easily spanned the distance between Earth and the moon. The way his body hung there against the sun, shining a light down from its chest...from his Spark...Starscream had never seen anything so wonderful.
"Unicron...I--"
"Shh, I know." Unicron kissed him gently, like he might break. His feet left the dusty moon and he rose through the ray of light.
Static clouded Starscream's vision. He was so cold and tired...he just wanted to sleep.
Unicron whisked him away into his painting of the pine forest. Starscream gazed around at it all. The gentle rain washed the energon off his armor. No more flowed--he'd bled completely out and survived only on fumes. He rested his cheek on Unicron's chest, watching how the rain ran down his face like tears.
"You're--so beautiful...Unicron," Starscream whispered. Pain on a level beyond the physical wrenched his Spark. "I'm--sorry--that I have to leave you--this way."
Unicron cupped his face, "Starscream...please--"
"I love you," he blurted before Unicron could stop him. He wanted him to hear it said out loud.
A quivering almost-smile tugged the Chaos-bringer's lips. "That pleases me."
Starscream felt the coldness abate into a strange euphoria. He was in Unicron's arms, Unicron knew he loved him and he was completely and utterly free.
Unicron bent to whisper in his audio sensor, "It's all right now."
Tears welled in Starscream's eyes. "I'm scared..."
"Starscream," Unicron said again, his voice creating a chord in the rainfall pattering against his body. He lowered his head and covered Starscream's mouth with his own. I won't leave you, Starscream.
Starscream's hands lost their grip on Unicron's wet armor. Mech fluid poured down his cheek, mixing with the raindrops. His systems all failed. Panicking, he flailed until large hands pressed him closer to a broad chest. Like a parent held its child.
Unicron! Don't leave me.
Cool fingertips brushed his torn cheek. Never again.
Starscream reached up into the nothingness. He saw flashes...
...of falling through silver clouds--
Static.
--himself painting around Unicron...
Binary code.
...their hands interlocking in the rain--
Fractal patterns.
--his reflection in a red optic gazing at the center of the universe...
Light.
...himself, in Unicron's arms, rising into a blinding white glow--
Light everywhere.
Trembling lips touched the tears on his cheek. His intakes grew smaller and further apart. He clung desperately to consciousness, afraid that the moment he lost it he would lose everything. He didn't want to forget his lover's name!
"Unicron..."
Right here, Starscream. A hand cupped his head, supporting it as the rest of his body went limp. Unicron was still there. Nothing bad happened in Unicron's arms. He was safe. I'm right here.
"Unicron," he whispered again, choking on his words. Wetness beaded on his cheek and dribbled across his mouth. It did not taste like rain. "Tell me...I want--to--hear..."
Unicron's lips--soft, full and warm--trembled, moving off his cheek to gently peck his mouth. Then Unicron took his hand, kissed it and held it against the side of his face. His perfect, beautiful face.
"I--" it was in his audio sensor, a low, rich rumble of utter sincerity, "I love you, Starscream."
The rain became a rainbow downpour of light. In that moment, the moment where Starscream inhaled what he was sure was his last breath, Unicron became everything he ever dreamed of in a lover.
"Uni...cron..." Starscream exhaled and smiled as all his pain disappeared.
.o
After a timeless time, awareness touched him.
So this was death.
Funny, Starscream expected it to be a complete void without thought or dream...it was always his belief that the body housed the personality, and it all fell away when the Spark left. He wasn't prepared to be cognizant of himself or his surroundings. He existed in a warm, fluid-like environment where strange, chiming musical chords filtered gently through the silence.
He did not think in words. Always pictures. He remembered knowing what words were and he recalled using them to speak, but now only one existed in his consciousness.
Sometimes he remembered his life--moments of dancing and painting. Many times he caught himself moving with his dreams as if they were real.
Over time, it got harder to move. Was this space shrinking, or was he somehow growing? At first he just couldn't straighten out. Then he was trapped with his knees to his chest.
More days, weeks, years--hard to say--slipped by. He slept most of it, waking occasionally to see if anything changed.
A vision came to him. It was Megatron on Cybertron. He sat alone on a stone bench, looking through sad optics at the red nebula painting Starscream created millennia ago. His Decepticon insignia were absent, painted over to match his armor.
The fact that he visited Starscream's paintings proved a surprise...and not the only one.
Someone's hand tapped Megatron's shoulder. Megatron faced its owner, an unmasked and gorgeous Optimus Prime. Optimus plopped himself next to Megatron and nudged him with his shoulder. Megatron turned fully. Their optics met and time around them appeared to stop.
The way they looked at each other made Starscream flutter inside.
He didn't know how Optimus got past the monster inside of Megatron or what happened to the war...he just knew his ex-leader chose love, and in doing so he became beautiful again.
Another vision...dream...something...let him see Cyclonus and Demolishor raising energon cubes in a toast. Then Demolishor passed out under the bar. Cyclonus slapped his knee, laughing--a real, genuine laugh, not the fake, screechy guffaw from battle. Starscream liked that sound much better.
When he looked again later, he saw all of Cybertron. The war was over. From the looks of things, Mini-Cons seemed spread out everywhere. Some on Earth, some on Cybertron and others in locations Starscream couldn't identify.
They weren't being used anymore. Wherever they were, the people treated them as equals. They had rights. They were free.
Light penetrated the void. He turned towards it. Either his vision or the viscous liquid reduced everything to a blur, and all he could discern was a figure floating next to his left eye. It looked like a Mini-Con with tubes stuck all over its body. He felt its tiny hands pat his cheek, probably reassuring him that he'd meet Primus soon. He tried to ask it how long, but the fluid rendered his voice processor useless. How strange that he breathed it in and out without suffering internal damage...well, it wasn't like he could drown.
Starscream let his awareness fade again. He sank into an oblivion without thought nor dream. Primus would come to collect him soon. If he asked Starscream to name the best part of his life, his answer would be the one word he never forgot:
Unicron.
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