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Welcome Home, Noble Voyager	By : Kettle Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Welcome Home, Noble Voyager
Author: Kettle
Rating: Adult+
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Hasbro/Takara.
Summary: After his latest betrayal, Starscream must prove his loyalty to Megatron or be destroyed. Set just after Countdown to Extinction.
Feedback: Yes please - good, bad, indifferent, I can take it.

Starscream glowered sullenly at the floor of the holding cell. Betrayed! The plan had been going perfectly, too. If only he’d killed Shockwave when he’d had the chance! It was not a mistake the red Seeker planned to repeat. Assuming he made it out of this with his life, of course…

He looked up at the soft sound of metal scraping on metal. Ravage was shifting position where he guarded the door. Starscream glared sulkily at the mechanical panther. He hated Ravage. He hated how he followed obediently at Soundwave’s heel. He hated how Ravage had lately taken to winding around Megatron’s legs, rubbing his cheek against the Decepticon leader in the manner of an Earth feline. Most of all, he hated how such obvious toadying delighted Megatron. He, Starscream, would never stoop to something so pathetic.

Ravage straightened up, ears cocked, as someone approached the door of the holding cell. Starscream roused himself and did his best not to let his emotions show as Soundwave entered the room.

“Megatron demands your presence in the command centre,” the Decepticon Communications Officer intoned.

A wave of cold fear washed over Starscream. He stood up, willing his legs not to shake. Soundwave turned and walked out of the holding cell. Starscream followed, noting with displeasure that Ravage was right behind them. The panther kept switching positions, coming dangerously close to tripping Starscream up – no doubt the object of the exercise. Starscream nervously clenched his fists. There was nowhere to run. He would have to throw himself on Megatron’s… mercy. Starscream rehearsed his speech all the way down the corridor, trying to ignore the glances of the other Decepticons.

“Deactivated mechanism walking!”

Starscream twisted around, the sudden movement setting Ravage on alert. Skywarp and Thundercracker smirked and high-fived each other. Starscream glowered, then turned away and directed his optics to the floor.

The sound of the command centre door opening jolted him from his thoughts. Starscream swallowed nervously. His fuel intake system lurched and for a moment he thought it was going to go into reverse. Soundwave motioned for Ravage to remain outside and pushed Starscream into the room ahead of him.

The deserted command centre was dark except for the emergency lighting. Megatron sat in the middle of the room. Starscream fell to his knees and began to beg.

“Megatron, please believe me – I thought you were dead – everyone did – I was just trying to –”

“And naturally if you had known I still functioned,” Megatron interrupted sarcastically, “you would never have tried to destroy this planet.”

“Yes, yes, of course!” Starscream replied, his voice bordering on hysteria. “I was simply doing what I thought was best for the Decepticon cause, in – in your absence-”

“Yes,” Megatron cooed, “it was all for our cause. Not your own ambitions. After all, you are a loyal Decepticon, aren’t you?”

Starscream nodded frantically. “Yes, yes! Loyal! My allegiance is to you and you alone, mighty Megatron.”

A series of soft clicks broke the silence as Megatron removed the armour from around his waist. Starscream watched in horror as the Decepticon leader’s colossal erection emerged into view.

“Then prove it,” Megatron replied with a smirk. “Prove your loyalty, and I may let you live.”

Starscream clamped down the valves on his fuel intake system, gathered his resolve, and stood up. He removed the protective metal plates from his pelvic region with shaking fingers.

“As – as you command, Megatron,” he blurted out. He turned around and leaned over a nearby console, legs apart. He looked pleadingly at Soundwave in the vain hope that the tape recorder could put a stop to this. Soundwave did not even glance at him. Starscream leaned his head against the console and braced himself for what was to come. He would not cry.

Behind him, Megatron burst into a fit of maniacal laughter.

“You misunderstand me, Starscream!” he chortled. The jet straightened up and looked over his shoulder in confusion. Megatron smirked and slid down in his chair, placing his feet on the armrests. “You are to pleasure me.”

“You – you mean –” A giddy thrill rushed through Starscream as his CPU conjured up an image of Megatron writhing under him, impaled on the Seeker’s mighty cock.

“Make me come, Starscream,” Megatron finished with a nod.

Starscream began to stroke his already swelling rod, a diabolical smile on his face. “Oh, I shall,” he replied, pumping himself to full size. Megatron watched with amusement as Starscream approached. The Seeker roughly grabbed his legs, hooking his arms under Megatron’s knees.

“I suggest you brace yourself!” Starscream bragged, before thrusting rudely into Megatron’s exhaust.

“Is that it?” Megatron asked in a disappointed voice. “I can barely feel it.”

Starscream’s optics blazed with anger.

“Then I’ll make you feel it!” he shouted, pumping his hips furiously against Megatron’s rear.

Megatron shut off his optics and moaned in pleasure as the clang of metal on metal filled the air. Starscream’s infuriated thrusts brutally stimulated the sensors lining his exhaust, which in turn sent feedback to the far more sensitive circuits in his aching erection. Primus, yes, he wanted more.

“Yesss!” Megatron gasped. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” He looked up at the huffing, straining Seeker above him. “That wasn’t a request, Starscream!”

“As… as you command… Megatron,” Starscream managed. He increased the power of his thrusts, holding his leader’s legs tightly. The pressure in his holding tank suddenly spiked.

“Noooo!”

Starscream wailed in despair as he spewed his junk up Megatron’s exhaust. There was nothing the anguished plane could do except buck and tremble as his orgasm and fluid drained away. He sagged against Megatron as the paroxysm subsided.

“Soundwave?”

“Two minutes, nineteen seconds.”

Angrily Starscream pulled out and twisted to glare at the tape player, ignoring the spunk dribbling from his cock to the floor.

“I was up for longer than that!”

“Starscream…” Megatron paused as the red plane turned to look at him. “…I am still not convinced of your loyalty.” He raised his legs slightly, exposing his exhaust, still dripping with jizz. Starscream grimaced, then sank to his knees, taking Megatron’s legs on his shoulders. As he moved into position, Megatron briefly considered treating the treacherous Seeker to a juicy cumfart. But a moment later he felt Starscream’s mouth against his exhaust.

“Mmmh!” Megatron’s optics dimmed momentarily in pleasure. “Don’t stop until you clean up that mess you made.”

Starscream tried not to gag as he went about his task. He tasted exhaust fumes and particles of soot. Megatron’s legs twitched every time he hit a sensitive spot. He lapped up the rapidly cooling load as quickly as he could.

“My, you’re certainly ass-hungry, Starscream,” Megatron gloated. He moaned as a sudden wave of pleasure shuddered up his straining rod. He smirked – it made sense that Starscream, of all mechanisms, would be a gifted felcher. With a final lick, Starscream finished the unpleasant task, and reached for Megatron’s thick pole. Megatron slapped his hand away.

“Put your lying mouth to good use,” he snarled.

An angry, defiant expression flashed across Starscream’s features before he crouched between Megatron’s legs. Megatron grunted in pleasure as Starscream took the throbbing steel in his mouth. Yes, Starscream hated him and would happily vaporise him if he had the chance… yet he still obeyed every degrading command. Megatron let go a deep groan as the delicate sensors along his cock began to overload. It would not be much longer now…

Starscream slurped and sucked at Megatron’s fat cock as hard as he could. He could not even enjoy the moans he was coaxing from his hated leader. All he wanted was to finish up and get out of there.

Suddenly Megatron bucked his hips up, almost choking Starscream.

“Aaaaah!” The Decepticon leader dug his fingers into the armrests. “Swallow!” he roared. “Guzzle every drop!”

Starscream swallowed and swallowed, trying desperately to keep up with the flood. His mouth overflowed and he held a hand under his chin to catch it. Megatron sagged back in the chair as he finally emptied. When there was no more cum, Starscream let Megatron’s cock slip from his mouth. Megatron watched, an amused smirk on his face, as Starscream quickly drank the small pool of rainbow-tinted liquid that had formed in his hand.

“Adequate, Starscream,” Megatron panted. “Adequate.” He took in the Seeker’s terrified, relieved expression as he reached behind him. He grabbed a rag from the back of the chair and threw it at the plane, hitting him in the cockpit. “Wipe your grease off the floor and get out of my sight.”

Starscream fell to his knees and mopped up the drips he’d left earlier. He scrambled up, hastily replacing his armour, and practically threw himself out the door.

Megatron reclined in his chair, stroking a finger up and down his sensitive circuitry as it gradually retracted. He turned his head and gazed at Soundwave. The communications officer had his arms behind his back. It was a posture Megatron recognised – Soundwave was struggling not to touch himself. Megatron’s lips curled into a smile as he stared quite deliberately at Soundwave’s groin.

“Report to my quarters as soon as your shift is over,” Megatron barked gruffly.

“As you command, Megatron,” Soundwave replied.

“Dismissed.”

Megatron savoured the view as the navy blue Decepticon walked stiffly out of the room, hands clenched by his sides. Megatron lazily replaced his armour and lay back in his chair. He shut off his optics and drifted into recharge. By the time Soundwave got off duty, he would be ready for a proper fuck.

The End
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