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Acid Rain	By : ANGELAMDOWNES Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or its characters, and I make no profit off this work.

Chapter List
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Author's Note- Hi this is the eleventh chapter of Acid Rain.

Special thanks to Starlove, Decepticon Skywhip, The-writing-Mew, fan girl 666, Kitt SummerIsle, Iwanita, poisonouswaffle'n-stuffs, Guest, Chibi Oro, NightXIV, Mavis, LittleLadyLokiStark, Alestrel, X-Eclipse, Kami Count D, Riddick, .owered, anonymous, moonlightnight1, rel95, . , SamoaCookie, rotorhead and silveryn83 for your reviews and comments.

Hello this is my first fic of this dark a nature so I would ask that you read the warnings carefully before reading and no flamers please. It's AU so you can imagine it however you want.

This story was partially inspired by Kami Count D's 'Crime and Punishment' fic and I would recommend you all to read it if you have not already (also if you like Starscream/Ironhide as a pairing 'Crime and Punishment's' companion fic 'The Enemy You Know' is also a very enjoyable read).

Unbetaed.

Disclaimer- I do not own Transformers or its characters.

Warnings- Rated MA. Non-con/graphic rape, violence, perhaps some slight gore and mutilation near/at the beginning, there may be consensual slash in later chapters, Transformer swearing, angst, depression, death, trauma, mentions of masturbation.

Warnings for this chapter- Transformer swearing, mentions of previous character death (major in the Prime verse), violence, depression, trauma, hints at past rape (not described), sexual references but nothing explicit.

Units of Time:- Astrosecond- 1 second Klik- 1 minute Cycle- 1 hour Orn- 1 day Decacycle- 1 week Meta-cycle- 1 month Solar cycle- 1 year Vorn- 1 million years

Italics- Flashbacks/thoughts/memories/link speak.

Bold- Comm speak.

Recognizable lines are borrowed/paraphrased from the 2007-2011 movies, accompanying games and other Transformers media.

I hope you enjoy the chapter and please review.

Chapter Eleven- Hot and Cold
Starscream slipped on and offline throughout the orn, but as far as he knew Megatron never left him. The tyrant's presence in his quarters was not as obtrusive as he would have imagined, the larger mech simply sitting at the Seeker's desk working quietly. The flier's spark still swirled uneasily, instincts warning him that Megatron was far too close, but he knew that he had to give his Master a chance, he had given his word to the former gladiator after all.
Slipping off his berth silently, Starscream approached his leader keeping low to the ground. With the table between them, he paused and his optics searched the little he could see of Megatron's frame for any sign of a threat. Contemplatively, he wondered about all the times those claws, now drumming against his well-used desk, had clamped around his throat, taking his weight effortlessly so his leader could dangle him high above the ground as he berated him.
Starscream had always been fascinated with those digits, how powerful they were despite their small size in comparison to the rest of Megatron's frame. They should be delicate but reduced mechs to submission with ease... Starscream valued his sharp talons in the rare instances he went servo-to-servo with someone, but he didn't have the upper body strength to put behind his blows that his leader did, forcing him to rely on slashing and dodging most of the time.
Servo wrapping around the table leg, Starscream helm fell on his shoulder as he watched Megatron suddenly lean back and stretch out his frame, huge arms sweeping out in a circle through the air.
Starscream sighed silently.
By many people's standards, Megatron would be a near perfect mate. Strong, powerful, influential, physically impressive, potential to be a potent sparker… Politically, if Vos had not fallen, the tyrant would be ideal. If only the former Lord High Protector lived up to his title, instead of turning his strength against his subordinates.
Against Starscream.
The Seeker still did not truly understand the malice Megatron had developed against him, when Starscream had always been so dedicated to him. Fangs playing with his lower lip component, slightly dizzy from the build-up of energy around his spark encouraging him to seek a mate to bond with, the Seeker's optics dimmed slightly as he listened to the larger mech begin to mutter softly to himself, the Warlord's voice gravelly, as he wrote line after line of text, datapad surface making a light scratching sound.
Slumping against the metallic, purple-stained leg he was resting his weight on, Starscream knew he would be seen as strange to his fellow Seekers. In having his seal broken before breaking the seal of another, his programming established him as the submissive, bringing online his ability to carry sparklings that would have otherwise remained dormant unless he had onlined them himself. As would normally be expected of him he could still bond with another submissive as, despite his programming which would naturally seek out a dominant to mate with as a logical choice for a sire of sparklings, bonding with another submissive was not impossible; they would simply take turns bearing the other sparklings.
However, for him to be a submissive at all for a mech of his status, would be looked upon as distinctly peculiar, if not frowned on.
The build-up of energy would fluctuate over time, eventually reaching dangerous levels for him unless he found a mate, and the energy needed for bonding would deplete the amount around his spark and so give him more control over his frame, and buy him time to produce a sparkling. Only after the first carrying would things return to normal for him and his frame would settle down properly.
Sight beginning to swim, he blinked to clear it, only to jump when he looked up to see Megatron's crimson orbs fixed on him. Shrinking back then freezing, Starscream ducked his helm instinctively, trying to make himself appear smaller.
The Warlord stood slowly and in two strides was stood over his cowering second. With a reassuring rumble from his engines, venting warm air over the shivering Seeker's metallic body, Megatron bent and scooped Starscream up into his hold. Cradling the smaller mech to him, feeling that despite the flier's plating being colder than stone, Starscream's chassis, directly above his spark chamber was unnaturally hot.
Staring down at Starscream as he began to convulse in his arms, Megatron took off at a near run out of his second's quarters and down to the medbay, ignoring his Air Commander's weak protests at the action. Even if it was only sedation, the Warlord was sure there must be something the medics could do for the younger mech.
Laying Starscream down on the berth, watching as the Seeker drifted back into recharge, Megatron's frame dropped harshly into the adjoining chair, comming Hook to summon him back to the medbay from his quarters.
The CMO's domain had finally emptied and the Constructicon had settled himself in his own berth for the night cycle, not that mech's routines were running at anything approaching normalcy at the moment anyway. The pitter-patter of the rain left most of Megatron's soldiers barricaded in their quarters, either licking their wounds or simply hiding, not wishing to call attention to themselves.
As he waited for the perfectionist, Megatron's optics studied Starscream's form in the harsh light. After the shadowed areas of both their personal quarters, it jolted him to see the slenderness of Starscream's metallic body so blatantly presented in front of him, every thin cable and fragile limb cruelly highlighted in the fluorescent lighting.
Optimus's laugh echoed through his helm, callous and punishing, accompanied by punitive, taunting words. Such a proud warrior, honourable gladiator, reduced to scrapping helpless little mechs…
Closing his optics in an attempt to block out the voice, Megatron rubbed his nasal ridges hard enough to send several shavings of metal to the floor. For a while he had been able to pass off his treatment of the Seeker as somehow beneficial to Starscream but now the thought left a bitter taste on his glossa. His second had needed toughening up a bit but sparring on equal terms, even Megatron could see, would have been far better, healthier for the winged mech at least.
Hook appeared in the doorway unseen, visor flashing as he took in the sight of Megatron, for all the world looking like a concerned lover, settled beside a recharging Starscream. The CMO scanned the Seeker from just inside his medbay and his sharp digits flexed, that energy had not been there before. Of course there had been some but no more than normal when self-repairs were at work.
The only way the Constructicon could see of getting rid of it was to manually drain it. He would normally recommend flying in similar cases but that was of course currently out of the question.
Megatron stirred from his thoughts as the purple and green mech began to set up apparatus around his SIC, standing to get out of the way as Hook did what the medic thought needed to be done. When the Constructicon pulled away from Starscream, sighing loudly through his vents, he unsubspaced a datapad and found his place, beginning to write something up.
When Megatron looked over Hook's shoulder, curious as to its contents, all he could see was a long and varied list of injuries, internal and external alike. The medic, without looking at his leader as he jotted down a final note, noticing how his Lord's optic ridges furrowed in confusion, murmured, 'it's a summary of Starscream's medical records My Lord. It has proved logical to have one close to servo.' Not giving Megatron a chance to take that in he turned to face the larger mech, optics still on his pad, and asked faux innocuously, 'do you know what caused the build-up of energy in Starscream's spark Master?'
If Megatron had lied about not tampering with Starscream's life energy and a sparkling was being developed in the Seeker's systems, the SIC's kin would mutiny as would quite probably many others. There were some things that even Decepticons did not tolerate.
'Starscream said something about…' Megatron trailed off briefly, recalling what the winged mech had told him, 'his systems preparing to mate and spark…'
Hook sighed, 'Seekers! Secretive, tricky creatures.' He tapped Starscream's leg firmly before he focussed properly on Megatron. 'Well we will have to find him a bondmate then. When he wakes up he will have to go to the other Seekers, announce himself as open to courting and…' The Constructicon paused, mindful of Megatron's still existing ban on Starscream seeking a bondmate, but not quite daring to say about it first.
'And I will declare that I want him to choose a bondmate,' the Warlord's optics flickered in a way Hook could not define, before regaining something of their usual confidence.
'The Seekers will be thrilled,' Hook resubspaced his pad, 'the Winglord of their race is quite a catch, a prize they would claim unequalled by any other.'
Megatron's faceplates darkened for a moment. There would be some, then, who would seek to take advantage of Starscream's position. He would have to somehow make sure his second made a good choice…
Of course Starscream's trinemates would have some influence in their leader's decision, but they were not the most trustworthy considering Megaton knew they wanted the older Seeker for themselves. But then he could not claim to be entirely unbiased either…
The CMO didn't notice the shift in Megatron's mood as he was busying himself unhooking Starscream from the spark machine he'd been connected to. Working around the berth to detach the various cables, Hook's servo brushed the cool cover the flier laid on and a flash on longing spread through him.
Knock Out and Breakdown's berth wouldn't be as frigid as his currently was…
Jealousy flared up in him before he caught sight of Starscream's lax faceplates, exhausted, dimmed orbs staring up at the CMO almost pleadingly.
Hook slipped a sedative into the Seeker's energon lines, and gratitude crossed Starscream's expression before the flier slipped back into a calmer recharge. Discreetly petting a wing as he stepped back, the purple and green mech nodded to Megatron, 'he should be fine now. Just ah… keep an optic on him My Lord?'
Megatron lightly squeezed Hook's shoulder then slid his arms beneath Starscream's slighter form, effortlessly lifting the younger mech into his arms, and striding out of the medbay.
The CMO pulled himself onto the berth Starscream had vacated and, only a klik or two later, was deeply back in recharge himself.
Hook was not alone long; however, when Breakdown and Hook slipped into the room with the intention of checking on the medic, wishing to make sure the CMO actually went to berth when he said he would now the medbay was unoccupied. They exchanged a glance, twin smirks forming on their faceplates, when they caught sight of Hook curled up and recharging on a medical berth.
What kind of subordinates would we be if we left our superior in this state? Knock Out questioned, trailing a digit down the air above Hook's side. So exposed and vulnerable…
Breakdown grinned, chuckling softly as he passed his bondmate to the other side of the berth; we should get him to a nice warm berth, let him get a proper rest.
Carefully picking the senior medic up, Breakdown curled Hook into his chassis and the three left for the bondmate's quarters.

Megatron had an idea on the way through the quiet corridors and took Starscream back to his quarters instead of returning the SIC to the flier's own rooms. Opening the door to his balcony to survey the merciless storm, he settled Starscream into his desk chair a safe distance inside, laying a blanket over the flier and placing a pillow gently behind the flier's helm.
Starscream woke up a cycle later but the Warlord pretended not to notice, optics firmly locked on the datapad, though not taking in any information contained on it. For a few kliks there was silence while the Second-in-Command gained his bearings, only broken by the jet engine-like rumble of thunder and the energon sword clashes of lightning strikes.
'It…it's beautiful,' Starscream whispered to himself, watching the crisscross of colours as different forms of lightning interlocked, glinting and sparkling as they reflected off the rain.
As are you, Megatron remained still, allowing the Seeker to stare at the storm unhindered, savouring what would most likely be some of the final moments he could call Starscream his own.

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I'm working on Praise and Vengeance at the moment and they will both be up asap.
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