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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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Gurgling sounds disturbed the peaceful silence. Annoyed, Starscream tried to go back to sleep. His watery environment seemed somehow smaller...and he realized with horror that it was squeezing in on him. Finally all the pressure ruptured something. The fluid cushion surrounding his body drained away, clearing his vision.
The walls of this place appeared a cross between rock and smooth muscle. Spongy, yet firm to the touch...firmer still when it tightened again. It was pushing him against an opening just above his head--would he fit through a hole that small?
He got his answer when the hole stretched to accommodate him. His body uncurled itself as contractile movements forced him around a bend. Cold air wisped across the top of his head. Then his face cleared the opening. Silver hands cupped his head, supporting it. He felt himself turning to the side as one shoulder emerged followed by the other. The rest of his body popped right out.
He was falling...remembering...falling some more...and then everything rushed back as golden arms lifted him onto a warm white table and dried him with something soft. Metal tubing disconnected itself from his chassis. His body was so used to being curled up that he tried to resume that comfortable position.
Starscream's intakes revved and roared. He spat up gallons of fluid and gasped, his intake system sputtering until no liquid clogged the valves or fans. Amber slime covered him so thickly that he couldn't see the color of his own hands.
Was he in the presence of Primus? How undignified!
He tried to sit up and greet his Creator properly. Something strong discouraged this action.
"Relax. Your wings haven't hardened yet. You might damage them."
Wow, Primus sounded familiar.
"Primus...?" Starscream turned his head, though he couldn't see much with the amber-stained cloth in the way. "You sound just like..."
"I'm not Primus. His voice isn't as deep as mine." Unicron lowered himself until his cheek touched the table. His smirk caused one fang to peek out between his pouty lips. "Surprise."
He gasped. Unicron was here too?
"Don't tell me you killed yourself to--"
"You're alive."
"What?" Starscream's logic circuits ground to a halt. Being so groggy made thinking difficult enough, and Unicron playing mind-games didn't help. "C'mon, Unicron, don't mess with me right now! I hate that this early. What happened?"
A soft, humorless chuckle answered him.
"Unicron..." Starscream growled. He wasn't disappointed to be alive--not by a long shot--but he really did want to know why he was looking at Unicron instead of Primus.
"Oh all right. Relax. Technically, you did die...but I held you on the brink." Unicron rose up and resumed his work with the drying cloth. His touch was firm, but careful, his big hands covering a lot of space in a short time. He didn't linger long on one area. "Your other body was too damaged to repair, so I grew you a new one. You‘re reborn, Starscream...and more stunning than before."
Starscream rose to his knees. A queer sensation made his back itch. He gawked at the far wall, at his shadow, watching the silhouette of his wings uncurl and stretch out like a butterfly fresh from its chrysalis.
"I want to see myself."
"I can grant that," said Unicron. His wing array came down and pulled Starscream to his feet.
The wall that held Starscream's shadow morphed into a shimmering liquid mirror. Unicron helped Starscream walk closer and let the cloth fall away, revealing a mix of the past and future.
Everywhere he'd been red was now blue with a red trim, and his arms, legs and nozzles were gray. He touched his face--once white, now the color of Earth's sun at the reddest sunset, and stared at his new optics. Silver...
"I kept you as a jet," Unicron whispered in his audio sensor, "but I returned your pre-formatting colors. This was how I first knew you, Starscream...if you don't like it, I can--"
"N-no..." Starscream fought the rush of tears trying to surface. He didn't want to taint his face just yet, "Unicron, this is...how did--"
"Just your Spark and memory chips. That was all I needed to re-grow you this way. I had to tinker for awhile to make sure everything grew in the right place. Wouldn't want a leg where an arm should be."
Unicron's attempt at humor didn't go unnoticed. Starscream looked up at him. "Awhile being...?"
"A hundred years. You were a part of my body for a century. It was the only way to keep your Spark from leaving. You kept crying that you wanted to live, so I did everything I could to grant that wish." His mouth twitched again into that near-smile. "I spent most of that time in stasis so my consciousness wouldn't clash with yours. The times I did wake up to eat...you saw what Sideways relayed to me.”
Starscream sank to his knees again. A hundred years meant Alexis and the humans were all gone. Yet, as sad as that was, he had so much more to be happy for. Still, he spared a tear for the human girl who trusted him when no one else would.
"Megatron--"
"Changed, yes. He and Optimus were bonded lovers long before the war. That's why Optimus tried to be so kind to you during your short time with the Autobots. He felt what happened through the bond. It hurt him, but he forgave Megatron. Unbelievable...but not unexpected. And Demolishor and Cyclonus are very happy bond mates--thanks to you, of course, you were slick getting those two together. Hm, what else? Ah, yes...there is also a rather fantastic art museum dedicated to your work...and your memory--"
"My memory? Oh, great! That means there was a sob-story funeral where people told stupid stories about me." Starscream held his head in his hands. "How did Megatron and Optimus wind up back together?"
Unicron shrugged, "Rumor has it that Megatron and Optimus came to their final showdown--Optimus on the ground, Megatron with his cannon in his face. He couldn't take that last shot. He fell on his knees, broke down and poured out everything he'd done. Optimus didn't say anything, he just let him talk. Then, when it was all over, he hugged him and they cried all over each other. Boom. War over."
He said it with such casual amusement, as though he wouldn't have believed it without seeing it himself. Starscream certainly couldn't, and he felt a little bad that he didn't get to witness Megatron slaying his inner beast.
A wave of Unicron's hand turned the mirror into a cushion-like recharge table. He eased Starscream to lie down. Starscream complied without fussing. The table molded to his body, letting him rest on his stomach. Unicron sat on the table's edge, a hand lightly touching his back.
"So," whispered Starscream, "I'm free now. No ties to anybody, anywhere."
"Yes."
He rested his cheek on his folded hands. How strange, he slept for most of a century and still wanted to sleep a little longer.
"Rest now, Starscream. Tomorrow, I have something important to show you. Something no other Transformer will ever see."
Reaching out, Starscream found Unicron's hand. Its hugeness practically swallowed his fingers. He'd seen so many hands in his lifetime, but this pair was his favorite. He pulled it up to his face and swirled his tongue around the palm just to hear Unicron's intakes hitch in budding arousal.
"Starscream," the dark god growled--a friendly growl with many exciting promises woven into the sound. "Go to sleep."
Starscream made a face and kept the hand prisoner against his cheek. He smiled as he drifted slowly into recharge.
.o
He woke up alone and ravenous for energon. A tray of cubes with an oil truffle on top sat near his feet. He negated all table manners and stuffed four at a time into his mouth. Delicious, he moaned at how they burst between his teeth and poured liquid energy down his metal gullet. It was low-grade with grease, filling without the troublesome intoxication. The truffle nearly put him in overload--Unicron made the best.
You weren't hungry at all.
Starscream felt his face grow hot. "Not really, I just enjoy eating like an animal once in awhile."
A humorless chuckle from the walls. Walk to my core. Don't ask questions, just do as I say.
"I thought I was in your core..."
You're on the backside of my abdominal lights.
"That explains why it's warm in here."
Starscream...
"All right, all right!"
Starscream had gained some familiarity of the giant's maze-like innards, and could find his way around with more ease than before. That is, if making two less wrong turns counted as "finding his way around". Maybe Unicron rearranged his insides on purpose to drive Starscream's logic circuits into illegal operation errors.
Turn left.
At last, Starscream emerged into the cavernous chamber. It was mostly dark this time, lit only by the glowing white stone and the lilac energon pool. The colors shimmered across Starscream's silver optics, which were mirrors that reflected all the beautiful things he had ever laid eyes upon.
"I'm here...Unicron?"
Jump into my core.
"Are you crazy? I'll smash my face!"
Starscream, trust me. Do it.
Great, he thought Unicron got past these nonsensical mind-games! Still, the giant god rarely did anything without a purpose, even if that purpose wasn't immediately obvious.
Starscream took a running leap at the central rock. Instead of crashing into stone, he went right through and the air itself seemed to halt his momentum.
Everything gave off white light. Not blinding or overly dazzling, just a casual ambiance. The cables that suspended the stone from the ceiling repeated the pattern inside as well. They dropped out of sight.
Suddenly, the wall in front of Starscream split open. Another opened behind it, and yet another...they peeled away like the layers of an onion. Starscream passed through each opening until he entered a featureless chamber barely wide enough to accommodate his wings. Cables protruding from the ceiling entered a tiny golden ball sitting on a glass dais in the center. The dais itself hovered above the limb of a tremendous blue-white sphere--Unicron's Spark.
Starscream watched the Spark pulse. The heartbeat of a god, the god he so dearly loved...and it throbbed in his presence. He felt his own Spark flutter in reply.
The ball split open. Starscream's gaze whipped towards it.
Could that be Welder? No...Unicron said Welder was white...and he's dead...
Arms and legs popped out. A body took shape, its back to Starscream. The head flipped up and short horns locked into position. The ball had become a three foot tall being who looked a lot like Optimus Prime's Mini-Con.
That little person! I remember him--he was floating in the that watery place with me...
Wires were connected to the Mini-Con's golden body. Mostly in his back like glowing orange wings. Smaller cables extended from his arms and sides. He appeared caught in a giant spider's web.
The Mini-Con turned around and Starscream fell onto his backside. That tiny face was identical to Unicron's--right down to the sad red eyes, black facial stripes and pointy beard. Except where Unicron's features were angular, this one was round, almost childlike. A large, coiled cable containing two tubes entered his abdomen as an umbilical line. It was connected to a flesh-like, glowing purple pouch on the wall behind him. Energon gently circulated in one tube and wastes flowed out the other. He possessed a large access port between his legs--big enough that, had their sizes been equal, Starscream could have fit his whole fist inside. The area looked worn, eroded from repeated thrusting and pounding. The rest of the Mini-Con's body was covered in scratches that were never fully repaired--or he chose to keep them as reminders.
Soft, beautiful chiming tones filled the chamber, echoing until a processor translated them into the familiar deep voice Starscream heard in the walls.
This is me, Starscream. This is what I am.
Starscream knelt down until the Mini-Con's reflection shone in his silver eyes. "Unicron? But how?"
Red optics shimmered as more ethereal notes filled the air.
Billions of years ago, I began life like this. Primacron tried to kill me by flinging me into the core of a planet. I lay there for many centuries, seething with hatred. That hatred manifested itself into psionic powers. I learned to manipulate my environment...and that is when I began creating Mini-Cons in my own image. First Welder, then the rest. My abilities grew as I created life until I shaped the entire planet around me into the body you are familiar with. From start to finish...I'd say the entire process took about five million years. My children, the Mini-Cons, helped me build and maintain my giant body until I learned to heal it on my own.
Unicron punctuated his words with images. Starscream saw Welder's sky blue optics and perpetual smile as he moved amongst other Mini-Cons. He saw Unicron lying on white rocks, scarred to slag with shattered optics. Welder doted over him with gentle hands. When Unicron was able to walk again, the white Mini-Con followed him everywhere like a docile little lamb.
The simplest things made Welder happy. He jumped and giggled at the sight of a diamond. He ran races with other Mini-Cons. He sang in whistles and hisses. He even did handstands for the sheer joy of it. Yet, the moment Unicron gave a command he was immediately business.
Then Starscream saw Unicron sitting up, hands to his head, shaping the world around him until he'd built himself into the godly being seen today. Mini-Cons worked in the background, assisting by attaching wires or aligning gears.
Being so small...I couldn't defend myself. Unicron showed Starscream his arms. There were no weapons on his body at all. How did he fight back against Primacron? I never wanted to be wounded that way again, so I chose to be a giant...but in doing so I paid a heavy price. My mental abilities are so powerful that my Spark grew to accommodate them. My Spark needs this chamber to keep it corporeal. I can not survive outside this body. He gestured to the dais, where a steady stream of energy gently filled the room like a fine mist. So...when I said the stone contained all that I am and will ever be, I meant it. But that isn't so bad. Everything my giant body feels is relayed to me, allowing me to experience everything as vividly as you do.
It finally dawned on Starscream that this, the Mini-Con, was the real Unicron. The huge planet-sized robot was just a massive protective shell...he built himself so huge...and he did the same for Starscream, just in a different way.
Now, here he was, a giant beside the precious true form of his beloved god.
Starscream held out his hands. Unicron stepped off the dais to stand on his palms. Starscream brought him closer to his face, as close as they were within the artificial womb. He remembered when their situations were reversed--when he stood in Unicron's massive hands--and realized just how small and weak he must seem compared to such awesome might.
Unicron felt more fragile than the rest of the Mini-Cons. The exposed sections of his limbs were literally pencil thin and his tapered fingers the tiniest, most perfect things Starscream had ever seen. Starscream trembled in his presence, afraid to so much as breathe on him and risk causing damage.
Starscream, you're trembling. Don't be afraid. Hold me.
He took Starscream's thumbs and pulled them towards himself. Starscream reluctantly cupped his fingers around Unicron's body.
Unicron looked up and his mouth curled into an almost-smile. Those full lips were the same on his larger self, probably the only feature besides his stripes and goatee that remained unchanged.
I have dreamed of this moment for eons.
He stretched upwards, pressing his mouth to Starscream's bottom lip. His kiss felt like a flutter. Starscream puckered up and returned it as gently as he could, but even his softest kiss pushed Unicron onto his backside. He smiled, petting Unicron's cheek with his thumb. "You never cease to amaze me, Unicron."
The gold mech leaned back on his elbows, so brilliant against Starscream's black palms. He kept his legs closed despite his relaxed posture. I imagine you never saw this coming.
Starscream held one of Unicron's hands between thumb and forefinger. The hand grasped his fingertip. He lowered his head and touched his lips to Unicron's fingers. He repeated the gesture against the side of his head.
"No." He sighed, "You got me."
His breath made Unicron shudder and rumble, Starscream...
Starscream pulled back, half expecting to find a pile of broken pieces. When he didn't, he relaxed again. "Did I hurt you?"
Unicron shook his head. His red optics glowed like gems in the white lighting. Am I beautiful to you like this, Starscream?
Starscream cradled the battered Mini-Con protectively to his chest, gazing down at him in complete adoration. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than this--the true inner self of someone the rest of the universe considered a monster. "Nothing compares, Unicron. Nothing."
Without a word, Unicron raised his arms and Starscream found himself standing once again in the main chamber. His hands now held Unicron's, or rather, the hands of his avatar.
"I prefer this form. My old body reminds me too much of the past." Unicron said by way of explanation. He glanced up at the stone. "But...I wanted you to know who I really am. I am the first Mini-Con, Starscream. And no matter how large I grow, deep down, I will always be small." His eyes darkened, "Long ago...before I had this body...Primacron violated me in the worst way."
Starscream shuddered. "Your Spark...he...?"
"Yes. And when he left me for dead, I swore that no one would ever hurt me that way again. I--did stop searching for him, however..." He squeezed Starscream's hands, "When I saw how you felt sympathy for Megatron, I realized I couldn't exist on my thirst for revenge forever. There are better things to desire than vindication, and I'm looking at one of them. I almost lost you..."
His face warmed. "Unicron--"
Unicron leaned forward, "I will never forget the way you held me, Starscream. Showing my true form was a question," he looked straight into the Seeker's eyes, his face expressionless, "and you gave the answer I was hoping for. And now that you know my greatest secret, Starscream, I'm asking you to stay."
Starscream's optics misted over as heat shot through his innards, making them feel swollen. "Unicron," he smirked through quivering lips, "Check your memory chips! I clearly recall telling you I'd never leave unless you told me to."
Unicron's eyes shimmered, a flicker of controlled joy. He brought Starscream's hands together, lifted them and touched his lips to each black fingertip. The joy in his eyes became a slow flame hotter than the birth of the universe. "Your answer pleases me."
Then the dark god bent and caught him in a fierce, mind-melting kiss. Nobody kissed like he did. Starscream cupped the back of Unicron's head and their tongues swirled in a silken slide.
"I love you," whispered Starscream between lip locks. Three simple words with the power to heal.
Unicron's lips twitched. He drew back, his ruby eyes glowing in budding arousal.
"Meet me outside."
"What do--"
The avatar faded.
Starscream huffed. As usual, Unicron left him in suspense. He raced down the labyrinth of hallways until he emerged on Unicron's shoulder. Around them, a golden-blue vista, Creation's echo.
The giant shoulder faded into a hand under his chin. Starscream raised his head as Unicron's red optics peered into his. They reflected the universe in all its infinite glory--miniaturized--just like his real self. Unicron stared at him in awe.
"Everything in your eyes is beautiful," he pulled Starscream into another brutal lip lock that trembled in desperation for closeness. "Starscream..."
Starscream's Spark ached as he returned the kiss with equal fury. Unicron caressed his new wings, making him arch and cry out, "Tease!"
"No, this..." the dark god leaned over and ran his tongue along Starscream's left wing, "...is teasing."
"Ooh..." Starscream felt his chassis split open, exposing his Spark. It brushed accidentally against Unicron's chest. He hissed in pain, then pleasure. "Ohhh, Unicron...please...I've been running from this for too long. Let's bond...let's make it forever."
All movement stopped. Unicron grasped his shoulders and looked down at him, his perfect face utterly serious. "Are you sure? There is no going back once we begin the process. You will see horrible things that--"
"Wake up and smell the universe! I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure!" Starscream snapped. He loved Unicron dearly, but sometimes he could get overly metaphorical. He leaned back, letting the universe seep into his sight and consciousness. "I didn't expect love to come out of this, but I wouldn't change a thing if I had to do it over. I would do it all over if it meant ending up where I am now. So, yes--I'm sure."
Not a word fell from Unicron's lips. He simply lowered his head and opened his chest. The cannon inside shrank and split, exposing his glowing Spark. It throbbed, blackness swirling hither and thither over its surface. Scars, his Spark had scars because of Primacron.
Reaching out, Starscream gently touched Unicron's Spark. He ached to touch his soul and take away that blackness.
Unicron winced and grabbed his upper arms, halting him. "Slowly, Starscream...this part of me has been hurt the most..." he said it in such a fragile voice. As frail as his real self, so tiny and vulnerable under his huge shell.
"I won't hurt you." Starscream kissed the Spark of his beloved. He tasted Unicron's very essence--all the pain and pride crackling onto his lips. Then he touched his lips to the chamber around it. Unicron arched with a soft gasp.
"I won't ever hurt you." Starscream repeated. He let his fingers slide down the dark god's glowing abdominals. Unicron planted a hand on his aft and moaned. A real, fully conscious moan that sang his desire to the entire universe. At the same time he trembled, and a haunted look flickered in his optics.
"Unh--Starscream."
"Stop me if it's too much. I'll understand."
Unicron nodded slowly and the uneasiness in his posture fell away. He tugged on Starscream's aft until his cone touched his codpiece and hissed under his breath, "I need you, Starscream...right now..."
I need you. The words shot through Starscream like a red laser, ripping open a well of arousal that nearly knocked him offline. It made him fall all over again--and this time he wasn't afraid.
"Then stop fooling around and take me." He nipped the Chaos-bringer's bottom lip, nuzzling the soft spot underneath before delving into the world between his fangs. "My Spark is yours."
The words resonated in the emptiness. While they didn't wipe away the past, they did open a gateway to the immediate future--and in it Starscream saw himself wrapped in Unicron's arms. He wanted that future. This was the place where he fell in love--he could still remember the exact moment his feelings changed...how it all snuck up on him--and in his mind there was no better place bring their feelings full circle.
Starscream let Unicron link their ports and pull him forward. Their eyes were locked as if their gaze alone was intercourse. The first touch of their Sparks sent static spitting between them. Primus, Unicron felt so good...Starscream sighed as their consciousnesses collided like two waves fighting to occupy the same ocean. He lost himself in the foam and noise, his mind drowning in a whirlpool of emotions.
Low moans escaped Unicron's throat. Not even he, with all his unflappable composure, could remain silent in the face of such closeness. His optics widened and his lips pulled off his fangs. Starscream kissed his mouth and it opened, letting him taste the smoothness within.
There they hung, port to port, Spark to Spark and lips to lips, one being in the middle of Creation.
Everything flowed smoothly into Starscream's memories--short because of his shorter lifetime--and Starscream showed Unicron the beautiful things first. How it felt to paint, dance and race the wind. The beauty of sunsets, nebulae and a lover's kiss as he felt it. Just that memory made Unicron pant in need.
He followed with darker memories--the destruction of his Primus painting, Megatron's abuse, the ridicule and the accusations of sleeping his way to such high ranks in the Decepticon army. Megatron promoted him to keep him close.
Sometimes, after Megatron used him, he drank himself into stasis. Sometimes he showed up to his master in a stupor, and woke up dented, scratched and battered. Sometimes he dreamed of cold red eyes and a fanged smile.
Starscream opened himself utterly so Unicron could see the attraction he once had for Megatron. Megatron commissioned him for a portrait...but he didn't know how to pose. His face kept missing the light. Starscream finally took his chin and turned his head for him--casting it into the sun so all its beauty could shine forth. Normally he didn't do things like that, back in those days he was so painfully shy that he didn't like crowds or even being near other people. The moment his thumb accidentally touched those soft, round lips, Starscream unwittingly became Megatron's prey.
Initially, Megatron just beat him up when he made mistakes. His punishments for even minor discrepancies were more severe than his fellow officers.
The first sexual encounter--Starscream tried to cringe away from it, but Unicron wouldn't let him.
Give it to me, Starscream.
It happened years after he joined the Decepticons. He made the mistake of telling another soldier that he didn't think Megatron ran on all his pistons. The statement got back to Megatron, who immediately called him in. His office was red...exactly the same color as Starscream's body after the reformatting. Starscream went to his leader ready to explain what he said was a joke--then it all happened in flashes.
Megatron's hungry eyes tracing his body. Hands brushing his wings. Lips near his audio sensor. Fingertips moving towards his cone. Megatron above him, rocking, energon staining his fangs. The betrayal hurt more than anything...being treated as a toy by the person he trusted to guide and protect him throughout the ugly war.
Ever since that night...he tried desperately not to give Megatron an excuse to call him into a "private meeting". Megatron, however, sent him out on missions he couldn't possibly accomplish--looking back on it now made Starscream realize Megatron did this intentionally.
So he could put all the blame on me. I failed, so I had to pay. He set me up. He set me up!
Oily streams poured down Starscream's cheeks. He felt himself lifting away from the memories. That time was over now...he was free and in the arms of someone who loved him. He would never suffer that humiliation again, and he had the golden god in his arms to thank for that.
"Thank you," Starscream smiled and clung to his liberator, caught between the emptiness of his past and the fullness of his future. He gazed into his red eyes and felt a coldness reach into his consciousness.
This will be ugly, Starscream. My past--
I'll face it with you. Whatever happens, Unicron, I'm here.
Starscream felt Unicron pull him around corners, through locked doors and across icy canyons. He found himself off at a distance in a darkened cavern, watching Unicron's original self walk up to a tall, willowy mech. This being was solid black and wore a strange cloak--his face stayed deeply in shadow. He appeared to just flow from one place to another, a graceful walk of liquid hate.
Unicron only stood knee high to this taller being. He took ten steps for each of his master's strides.
That's Primacron?
Yes... Unicron replied softly.
Starscream took Unicron's hand, comfortingly.
"Open your legs, little one. It's time to reward you for that excellent energon mix." Primacron's hissing voice reminded Starscream of a snake.
And tiny Unicron obeyed without question or protest. No light shone in his optics. He moved like a mechanical doll.
Primacron extended a jack from his codpiece. It was shaped similar to the jacks human used to connect headphones to a walkman. He plunged it into Unicron's port. The shocks he delivered made the smaller mech convulse in obvious pain. Primacron took his fill. When it was over, Unicron got up and went back to work measuring the chemical compositions of an unidentified rock. Primacron knelt beside him, just watching, that disgusting piece of his anatomy gleaming in the light.
"You're so stupid, you don't even know what just transpired. Poor little creation."
The view shifted to Primacron holding a glowing sphere in his black palm. His matte coloring reflected none of its sparkling light. Starscream finally got a glimpse of his face--deep purple eyes, jagged cheeks and a thin, fanged smile. The black mech's fingers were long, almost tentacles. He used one to trace Unicron's mouth and waved the Spark in front of his tiny red optics.
"Look, a permanent energy source. My idiot brother actually offered this to me as a bribe to stop causing chaos throughout the cosmos. Oh, yes..." Primacron licked the sphere, tainting it even before it had a chance at innocence, and pushed it into Unicron's open chest.
Unicron's optics gained new light. It was subtle, the difference between a dull stone and a polished one. Starscream sensed a flood of sensation, awareness and emotions that had no names.
The first thing that new consciousness felt was brutal rape.
That was all Unicron knew.
Primacron's favorite time to do it was while Unicron recharged--he'd just climb on and wake him up with his disgusting act. Starscream recalled the time he sleep-overloaded Unicron...and remorse misted in his optics.
I'm sorry.
You could not have known then, Starscream. I know you wouldn't have if you did know.
You're right. I wouldn't have.
Then, one time, Primacron dropped a container that shattered all over the stone floor. Unicron actually giggled, a sound like chimes struck in rapid succession. He hurried over to pick up the mess and became entranced by how light sparkled off the broken edges.
Master, it's beautiful! Look, it sparkles. Unicron repeated what he said in the memory.
Another flash--Primacron petting Unicron like a kitten while he rested in his lap.
"You are the most precious thing I own." The black mech whispered.
And Unicron laid there, so horrendously confused. If he was so precious, why did his master hurt him?
Then Unicron pulled the visions back. He curled himself around Starscream, embracing him harder against his chest. His wing array arched forward like a protective cage around them both and his full lips pressed into a tight line, halting Starscream's kiss.
You can do it, Unicron, Starscream pressed his forehead to Unicron's cheek. Give it all to me.
Starscream... Unicron's mouth quivered, it's so dark...
Starscream sent him a weak port pulse. I'm right here.
The images came back disjointed. Starscream saw Primacron examining Unicron's Spark with various tools, heedless of the tiny bot's pained cries. He managed to cut the Spark in half without extinguishing it. He stuck his fingers in it, drinking off the pleasure.
Many memories showed them in that position--dark fingers violating a tiny Spark. Sometimes the experiments left Unicron unconscious for days, and Primacron just let him lie where he fell.
And he endured that for ten million years.
Starscream literally felt the moment when Unicron realized he had free will. An epiphany in time where Primacron gave the order to lay down and Unicron asked himself a simple question: "Why?"
Thusly, Unicron began to shy away from Primacron's touch, though Primacron easily shoved him down and had his fun.
"Master, why do you hurt me?"
"Pain is your purpose."
"You made me to hurt?"
"Yes."
"But I--UNH! Can I just go look at the stars instead?"
"No. You will please me."
"...yes, master."
And then came the fateful moment...Unicron didn't give away when exactly it happened.
"Come here, my little pet."
Unicron froze in place, his tiny hands clutching a beaker of newly mixed energon. The liquid rippled in the container as the hands holding it trembled. Unicron had connected those words with pain. And in his miniscule intelligence, he thought he could make it stop.
"No." He giggled and ran away with the beaker.
Primacron snagged him in his long fingers. "What did you say?"
"No. It feels bad, master. I don't want to do it anymore, okay?"
And Primacron slammed him down. The beaker flew out of Unicron's hand and shattered on the wall, the energon forming rivulets on the glistening gray rock. Reflected in the streams were broken images of frail limbs flailing and a master dominating his slave.
Starscream almost looked away. He saw how those long fingers marred Unicron's beauty, and how Unicron struggled.
Memories flooded by one after the other, the same image over and over...until Unicron stopped fighting back.
Unicron wouldn't show the torture, but Starscream felt the terror of it. Like black strangulation looping around his body in tight steel coils until he couldn't move even a fingertip...pain in his eyes, Spark and port...an acid voice telling him how worthless he was.
Primacron punished Unicron for showing emotion. At first Unicron defied him by playing in secret. Then Primacron caught him and locked him in a void--literally, a subspace void. Unicron screamed and cried for months in that thing. Primacron would randomly enter to perform sexual acts so depraved that Starscream wanted to crash the memory and strangle him.
Starscream wept. Unicron...oh, Primus, and he kissed him, trying to erase a horror beyond his reach. Unicron trembled in his arms, his intakes taking steady breaths.
When I realized no one would come for me...I decided enough was enough. I was hoping to die when I fought back. At that time I did not know what death was...I just knew I wanted it.
Unicron cast light into another niche in time. It swelled across the golden Mini-Con's face as it twisted in pure rage. He took a handheld cutting tool to Primacron's uplink jack, a move that left his master screaming in agony.
Primacron beat Unicron within an inch of his life. He kicked him across the room, threw him through walls and stomped his face until his optics shattered. Now blind, Unicron went back to being compliant--Primacron didn't repair his optics--so he was in eternal darkness...forced to repair the damage he caused and then take it into his mouth until it ejaculated electricity down his throat.
"Do you know why I hate you, toy?" Primacron lifted Unicron by the throat, "Because you lack intelligence. You will never amount to more than this. I made you for this, to fulfill my endless hunger. Don't even think about trying to be more. You should be grateful to me for giving you life."
But Unicron continued to defy his master at every turn. Primacron's rage towards him grew. He began experimenting on his Spark again--going so far as to inject chemicals and emotions just to watch it change color. When he added hatred, Unicron released his first telekinetic blast. It sent Primacron through a wall. He sensed Primacron raising a hand and his memory blanked. He awoke curled in a ball. A heavy impact brought pain, heat, screeching sounds and utter terror--then nothing.
Starscream drew back a little. Tears floated around his face like baubles. In front of him, Unicron stared ahead through unseeing optics. He was as still as death and his armor just as cold.
Unicron, Starscream brushed his mouth across Unicron's jaw. He didn't let the lack of a response bother him, we're almost there. You're doing it, Unicron.
The corners of Unicron's mouth twitched. He squeezed Starscream's hand. They descended again beneath the waves.
How Unicron built Welder without eyesight became a miracle in Starscream's eyes. He felt the joy and relief of no longer being alone. He heard the little hisses and whistles of Welder's voice. Gentle hands took away his pain. And then one day he looked up and saw.
Starscream got a better look at Welder. The tiny white bot had dim eyes like Unicron did before he gained a Spark. His intelligence was very basic, and he clearly took delight in every colorful thing he saw. He knew neither fear nor pain. Sometimes he tried to play with Unicron--but Unicron rarely engaged him. He liked to watch instead and his eyes were always sad.
As time slipped by, the two of them built more Mini-Cons. First two, then ten, then hundreds.
Unicron experienced horrible headaches that his children soothed with calming songs. Welder was always the one who held him and patted his cheeks.
The pain was my power raging to the surface. Changing the planet around me became the only way to gain relief...so I built, layer by layer...
Starscream experienced the pounding ache in his forehead, agony like something trying to burst through his helm. He spotted Swindle and Leader One in the throng of Mini-Cons helping Unicron shape his prison.
Unicron had seizures as his Spark increased in size. His abilities raged out of control and the planetary core around him melted slowly into the layered stone that made up his heart. The planet literally restructured itself on the molecular level. The memory flashed to Unicron turning the optics of his giant body on for the first time. Initially, his new form consumed vast amounts of power--he needed sustenance. He ate asteroids, then small comets and finally--planets. His sophisticated ring array meant he could see even in the darkest regions of space--allowing no one to sneak up on him.
Starscream sensed Unicron's hesitation. He touched his face, turning it so their gazes met. Tears now floated near the dark god's optics. They joined Starscream's in the darkness.
Show me that day, Unicron.
S-Starscream...I don't think I--
Yes! Yes you can! You have to...you said yourself that nothing's worse than pain you can't release. Well, I'm here, I'm listening. Starscream brought their foreheads into contact and spoke aloud, "You've kept this for too long. Now come on! Don't tell me you're afraid."
That certainly had the agitating effect he wanted. Unicron narrowed his optics and their shared vision re-congealed.
Welder fell off Unicron's huge body the day it happened. He'd been playing and accidentally jettisoned himself into space. Unicron spent three days searching for him. He found the little mech swimming happily around in the void, oblivious to the trouble he was in. Unicron sent him to his core and brought his smallest avatar form online. He seethed because his creation wasn't intelligent enough to realize he was in danger. The dull look and joyful smile only angered him more.
Didn't Welder know something evil might hurt him? Didn't he realize the horrible things that happened in the dark? Rape happened in the dark. Ugly touching happened in the dark. Disgusting actions were born in the dark.
Welder kept on smiling. He hopped on one foot and folded his hands behind his head. He twittered something about how much fun he had doing flips in zero gravity.
Unicron lashed out with his fist. He struck like a rattlesnake. Welder dropped without a sound, his head twisted at an odd angle.
The rage left Unicron immediately. Horror turned his fuel pumps to ice. He knelt, cradling the tiny white mech in his arms.
"Oh no! Oh...no...I'm sorry. Welder, I'll repair you! Don't move...I'll repair you!"
Welder looked up with flickering optics. Tears flowed down his pale cheeks. His smile disappeared, stolen by pain. For the first and only time, he spoke in words, and the words he said made Starscream's Spark ache:
"Father, why did you hurt me?"
Then the light left his eyes forever. Sparkling azure became dull obsidian.
"Welder!" Unicron screamed--it was strange to hear someone normally composed raise his voice so high. The sound was like a wounded animal. He clutched Welder to his chest, howling as if he himself took the terrible blow.
Welder...my Welder... Unicron moaned, Starscream...
Starscream kissed his quivering mouth. He opened himself to catch the overflowing pain bleeding from Unicron's essence.
The other Mini-Cons rushed Unicron. They punched and kicked at his avatar until it faded. Then they surrounded the body of their brother, weeping in minor chords because one note of their melody was missing. Their first sentient memory encircled a complete misunderstanding.
Images flew by in rapid succession--Mini-Cons leaving Unicron's body in glowing green droves, escaping into parts unknown.
Then he and Unicron plunged into another ocean. This one a wild, stormy sea, gold in color and tasting remarkably like mech tears. Starscream struggled to stay afloat in the chaos of pain. He saw a single icy island in the distance. Sitting upon it was a square, metal building--a lone prison cell. Waves battered the structure.
No! Starscream swam to the island and vaulted onto the slippery ice. He plodded to the door, pounding on it with a sore fist. Unicron!
I can't... Unicron trembled. I haven't opened the door in so long...
Why?
His memory, I--don't want to forget.
Unicron's voice sounded so broken. The composure he always had was blown completely away. As if he'd shattered and his pieces went flying to all corners of the universe.
The realization crashed over Starscream in sparkling clarity. Unicron thought letting go meant forgetting.
No! Starscream kicked the door, screaming. He would forgive you if he knew...he loved you, he looked up to you!
I HURT him! roared Unicron, and his words made the air even colder. My children have no Sparks, nothing to live on once they die. When a Mini-Con dies, they are gone, Starscream.
Oh, don't be stupid! He leaned his forehead on the unforgiving metal, each exhalation of his intakes making fog in the frigid air. He still lives in you, Unicron. You made him. You remember him. But you exist in the moment of his death instead of the many moments he lived. Let go of his death and remember his life. Don't be an idiot about this...I can forgive you for it, and so would he if he could. Do you think someone that happy would want to see you destroy yourself over him?
I've failed everything I have ever loved...
Starscream rattled the door handle. You didn't fail me! Loving someone isn't without risk! We don't choose who we love, love chooses us, and the only choice we have is whether or not to act on it! And we're acting on it--and look, the universe hasn't blown up. We'll be okay, Unicron. You don't have to wear a mask for me. I won't punish you for showing emotion. I want to see more emotion from you, Unicron. He kicked the door again, desperate to get inside. Please...let me in...
Silence. A silence that stretched on so long that Starscream wondered if Unicron actually died inside the cell.
The ice began to crack. Unicron's pain threatened to consume him. What would he become if he drowned in his tears? He was dying, emotionally.
Starscream refused to let Unicron go. He doubled his efforts. Unicron! How in the PIT can you ramble about strength and choice, and then sit there in the dark? Open this Primus-forsaken door!
This is all I have known.
I'm not going to sit here and watch you die in there!
Chunks of ice broke away. Starscream clung to the bars on the door and pressed his forehead to his clenched fists. Desperate tears skittered down his face.
Let me in, Unicron. I don't care how messed up you look...you saved me when you were the one who needed it more. Let me return the favor.
More silence.
Starscream gritted his teeth in frustration.
Suddenly, light penetrated the dimness--Starscream looked for the source, only to realize he had become the sun. He heard old hinges creak and stepped away from the door as it opened slowly inward. Brilliant illumination flooded a place that hadn't seen the sun in eons.
There crouched Unicron...a rusted, scarred metal gargoyle covered in chains and cobwebs. He strained towards the new warmth and the heavy chains fell away one by one. Each was heavier than the last. His lips parted in wonder, the same look he had the first time he saw rain.
I can't do this part for you. The Seeker held out a brilliantly glowing hand. It's time to let go, Unicron. You saved me from my prison, now I'm helping you escape yours. You have to reach out, or I can't help you. I know nobody came to your rescue when you most needed it, but... he smiled, better late than never, right?
Unicron hung his head. He had no optics, his face had rusted almost completely off. His fingers groped aimlessly, clutching at darkness.
Where are you?
Starscream extended his glowing hand towards Unicron's dirty, eroded one. I'm right in front of you.
Wordlessly, Unicron found and grasped Starscream's hand. Starscream guided him gently outside. The instant they emerged, the rust, grime and ugliness on Unicron's body melted in a burst of warmth, restoring him to his former golden glory--
"S-Starscream...unh...Starscream...Ohhh..."
Their Sparks were almost merged. Pleasure raced over their bodies.
"Mmh, shh, you're okay..."
--and the prison cell fell through the ice. Forever lost in a sea of tears. It disappeared without a sound.
Starscream's glow diminished, returning him to his normal colors. Unicron clutched his hand as he gazed around at the wild ocean.
The first thing Unicron did was tackle Starscream into the snow and lock their ports together. He kissed him fiercely, lips, teeth and tongue delving for closeness. His liquid invasion turned Starscream's mind to mush.
Thank you, Unicron whispered. He said it over and over between lip locks. Their mouths met in divine kisses. Starscream's fingers clawed at the ice, leaving furrows that spelled out his passion.
The ocean around them stirred in the fury of a new storm. Swells merged and spewed multicolored foam. Hot waves washed up and coated Starscream head to toe in oily mech fluid. Hotter waves--this time sensation--covered his insides in a tingling feeling beyond overload. His mind and body arched in simultaneous pleasure. He'd been baptized in a god's tears. The wounds his Spark sustained in life were cleansed, allowing him to finally find release.
We are about to bond forever...are you ready?
Yes.
Light flooded into their shared reality. The line between god and mortal disappeared and would never be seen again.
Starscream hung in a pregnant moment between life, death, awareness and oblivion. Unicron looked like eternity opening itself completely to him.
The sun Starscream had been reappeared in the sky. Its lover, the moon, moved forward to cover it. Light and dark were united as the sun's corona burst into the blackness. Reality became a surge of sensation, feeling, overlapping memory flashes and Unicron's crimson optics loving him.
Starscream ascended beyond his body and mind and floated into a pure white plane. Unicron stood before him and something wicked twinkled in his eye.
You've always wanted to see the Big Bang.
Y-yes... Starscream was so close, the slightest tremble, even a breath, would send him reeling over the razor's edge.
It's one thing to see it...you're about to feel it. He interlocked their fingers, a smug smirk tugging his mouth. Only the tremble in his wing array betrayed his arousal. Enjoy the fireworks, Starscream.
The whiteness shriveled to a single point in the center of their joined Sparks and burst in a superheated bubble.
Unicron wasn't lying when he said Starscream would feel it. He felt it blast over, through, above and under him, filling him to the brim with a tingling ache that chased away his emptiness and poured back out as orgasmic cries. All that the universe was and would be touched every atom of his being. He was Unicron, Unicron was him and they were one in the middle of creation.
"Starscream," Unicron whispered, "Starscream, my love...our love...it's..."
"Yes?" Starscream panted, "It's what?"
Unicron's face clenched and his optics glowed almost white. He threw his head back, let his mouth fall open and moaned, "freedom!"
Nothing meant more to Starscream than seeing Unicron's newborn liberation spread its wings for the first time. He found himself wrapped in Unicron's arms and wing array, and the softly groaning mouth pressed against his cheek offered gratitude that no words could express. Unicron rubbed the side of his own face and electricity followed his fingertips. He moaned...he moaned and it sounded like music. Spasms wracked his body. His full lips puckered and shivered. He did not care how he looked or sounded--he'd let himself feel his overload in all its glory. And in the middle of it all, he met Starscream's eyes with a smoldering look of love, devotion and eternal gratitude--a look meant for no one else.
Their rudimentary bond was so potent that Unicron's pleasure became Starscream's. Starscream overloaded again--a soft one because he was so spent--and sparks flew when their open mouths crashed together in a sloppy, primitive kiss.
Unicron sagged as his orgasm dwindled. He interlocked their fingers, pressed his lips against the Seeker's audio sensor and growled, "Starscream..."
That growl was the sexiest moment of Starscream's life. He could hear the satisfaction and relief. All around them hung a vast universe of choices, and he was the one Unicron chose.
Previously invisible gas rippled to life, excited by the energy they released. Starscream watched the dull red glow spread outward like a pond ripple.
He felt his Spark retreat back into its chamber. His chest clicked back to its proper shape. Though their Sparks had parted, he still sensed pieces of Unicron inside him. His processors lagged as his mainframe integrated the new data strings into its registry. While he waited, he allowed his mind to wander through a mental museum of his art. He paused at Freedom, his self portrait--and suddenly he knew how to make it complete.
Unicron's face slowly reassumed its characteristic apathy, but his eyes were alive. He tipped Starscream's chin up and devoured his lips. Starscream opened his mouth and their tongues danced a slow waltz.
"Mm," Unicron purred, "You are inspired. I feel it."
"Yeah...I can feel you feeling it." And what a queer sensation that was, being aware of the emotions Unicron used to offer in faint glimpses. "But, Unicron, I want to surprise you with this one."
"Why?"
Shaking his head, Starscream leaned on Unicron's chest and watched the ignited gas swirl. Beyond it, lost in the galactic throng billions of light years away, was the world where it all began. He'd come a monumental distance...so far from that old life.
Does the universe have a border? he asked himself.
Of course, Unicron had to butt in, the edge of the universe is an edge in time. It can't be seen or reached.
Fine, then, you all-knowing bastard...will this universe end?
You know, I really don't know.
Ah-ha!
Unicron smothered him in a lip lock. Smart-aft.
Starscream broke the kiss and used his bottom lip to trace one of Unicron's facial stripes. How do we know this isn't the first time we've existed and loved each other? What if each new universe gives us a chance to fix mistakes we made the last time?
Being born again and again. Hm... he drew back and bumped Starscream's nose with his own. You know, Starscream, there isn't just one universe.
Arching an optic ridge, Starscream leaned forward and spoke out loud, "What? There's a mirror version of myself out there?"
Perhaps.
Hmph. "Then what's the point of universes being created again and again? There's already a million of me! And you..."
Starscream felt Unicron cup the back of his head. As usual his expression remained schooled, save for the amusement flickering in his optics. "I can see through the eyes of all versions of me, thanks to Primacron tainting my Spark with his filth. Each time you make a choice, I can see every outcome...except for our love. That one slipped under the radar."
That made Starscream chuckle. "Then why not find a reality where Welder is--"
"He dies in every single one."
"Oh...then what about me?"
The corners of his mouth turned slightly down.
Dread left a cold itch in Starscream's belly. "Will I..."
"You already did. I returned your other body to the moon--so technically...legally...you're dead." Unicron's lips twitched and his fangs glimmered. He looked away. "In other planes, I die emotionally. All I do is hate....and in every single other universe but this one...it is me that takes your life."
"You what?"
"That is what makes this existence so fantastic, Starscream!" Unicron leaned forward, "You saved me from becoming that monster. You saved me, you saved yourself, you may have saved this universe from what I almost became."
Talking about multiple universes made Starscream's logic circuits ache. Unicron could out-talk him on the subject too easily. He tipped his head back and gazed at the glistening filaments swimming in the silent void. Are all of his other selves born the same way?
Not all. Like the universe where I disguise myself as Cybertron's moon...I'm not even a Mini-Con in that one--I'm Dark. Ooh, I really don't like that version of me. He's--how shall I put it?--a bully. He created the Mini-Cons to escalate the war and fed off the negative energy between both factions to gain the power I learned to use on my own. There's more, but it'd take eons to tell you everything.
Starscream rolled his optics, a gesture he picked up from Alexis. He caught himself, recalled her doing it and smiled to himself.
Oh, did I mention that Megatron--he renames himself Galvatron--sacrifices himself rather nobly? Pity that it he had to do it twice...but that's an even longer story that I'd rather not get into.
"Are you serious?"
Mmhmm. The amused way Unicron squinted made Starscream's Spark dance in its chamber. He finds redemption in almost every universe in which he exists, and in every universe Optimus carries love for him in his Spark. They don't always end up together...but there are some things rooted so deeply that they happen to all versions of a single self. Funny how that works.
"Boy, this is giving me a headache--hey, since when did you get off on butting into rhetorical questions?"
"You brought up the topic."
"Gimme a break!" Starscream snapped, but smiled immediately after. Deep down, he was glad this universe gave them a happy ending. "Well, if this universe does end, Unicron...I hope it blows up again. Maybe next time I'll be the giant and you--oh, wait..."
Unicron melted him in a liquid-hot kiss. "And you accuse me of being nonsensical?"
"You're rubbing off on me." Starscream laughed into his mouth. It amazed him how a simple conversation brought him such...joy. For the first time in his life he was truly happy. "Hey! I think this is the longest conversation we've had since we met!"
But Unicron didn't join in the laughter. His stoic expression didn't change, though Starscream noticed his stunning red eyes drinking in his smile. He felt Unicron grasp his chin and gently level their optics. "If it pleases you, I won't watch."
"What?"
"The painting you want to finish. I will grant you privacy."
Then Unicron let his illusion fade away and Starscream stood on a silver hand so large its edge became a horizon. Images of the universe glided across his ruby optics. Unicron looked around like he was seeing it for the first time.
Because, Starscream realized, he was.
Unicron's reflection filled Starscream's silver eyes. His angular face took up the entire view...so huge...yet behind that face, underneath that immense power, was a tiny being he could crush in his fist. Cosmic irony indeed.
"Hey, Unicron?"
Yes?
Starscream hugged himself. "I need to visit Cybertron."
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