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Treatchery and Punishment	By : Desolute Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So this is my first TF fic, although I don’t expect to get soft reviews. Hopefully it stands to some standard out there. Also my M/Ss banter skillz suck, forgive me.

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Fuming he stalks back to the command center sweeping though the door. Once inside he scanned the room for unnecessary gawkers, all the mechs at their stations straightened quietly, only Soundwave gives him a slight glance over his shoulder before re-immersing himself in channels and frequencies.

Good. Anger somewhat placated he settles in his chair, thinking. What exactly was he going to do with that wretch? It seemed like every day they had to play out a ritual. Starscream would do something to provoke him, either it be an attempt to undermine his rule, or outright literal backstabbing.

Today it was of the backstabbing variety, just as shift change was occurring and most of the mechs were in the hall outside the command center the glitch had randomly attacked him. Seemingly coming out of nowhere Starscream had slammed into him taking them both to the floor, and while straddling his waist for leverage brought a null-ray to bear at his helm. If he had not been able score the knee-jerk cross swing to unseat the Seeker he may had very well been deactivated.

Once on his own pedes he began to re-educate the idiot of the reason why he should think before acting. From there proceeded the following ritualistic pleading that was summarily ignored for if any of it were true Starscream wouldn’t have done such a stupid thing in the first place. Not that the whole ordeal was out of normal, this was just one of the few times that Starscream had almost succeeded in his mutiny. That was unsettling thought at best that the Seeker was possibly getting better at his technique.

Obviously he needed to do something stricter to put the lesson across that the little acts were not acceptable. Continued beatings did not have a lasting effect on Starscream; recently he had started to fight back. Not flinching under or cowering as he used to. Sometimes even glaring acidly even as his mouth spouted platitudes, clearly his meta was on a different track from his vocalizer. The trick would be to get them both together begging truthfully.

It was troubling, a solution had to be reached before his SIC forced him to actually follow-though on his threats, or got lucky in his attempts to kill him. Shifting he leaned on one arm rest deep in thought, what if pain wasn’t the answer?

Starscream would beg and plead for pain to end when it overcame his insufferable pride, but it was a stop gap. That was proven, he needed something that would linger mentally, and perhaps physically that would nag the mech to remember not to have a repeat process. What could he possibly use against him as punishment?

A small sound distracted him, Skywarp leaned back at his console stretching his arms over his helm, wings flexing to their full extent unlocking cramped joints. Then as discretely as he could Skywarp clocked out and wandered into the hall, probably off to instigate his latest scheme that would land him in the brig, unknowingly giving Megatron an idea to use against his treacherous second in command.

Megatron gave a last look around the command deck as he stood then left out the door after Skywarp. Intent on laying out preparations for the next time Starscream would cause an upheaval, because it was only a matter of time. The first place he stopped was the med bay where Hook was dittling on a data pad about something or another he glanced over at an empty berth questioningly.

Hook replied nonchalantly looking up, “He left as soon as he could see straight. He’s probably in his quarter’s sir.”

“I didn’t come down here for him,” A devious expression flashed over his faceplate, “I want to know something about…”

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It was like clockwork, just as he had everything in place after securing some supplies from Swindle -no questions asked- Starscream struck again. It went in streaks he had to assume, a little while of verbal idiocy then to physical idiocy. In the command center Starscream was glowering about monitor duty again while Skywarp and Thundercracker were out on patrol. Neither was something that he preferred to do but given the choice Megaton knew that any Seeker would go to fly, firstly.

That was exactly why he kept Starscream inside the base the flyer probably knew that this was a continuing jibe at him from the confrontation last week. A mix of frustration, boredom and something else, was nearly visibly rolling off the seeker as he scrolled through video feeds, jaw braced on his servo optics half shuttered. Every once in a while he would shift around sigh and make a fuss. Finally Starscream turned to him, inwardly he grinned. Like clockwork.

“My Lord, is there any reason that I have to be here doing this now?” Starscream whined sarcasm evident.

“Everyone has to do their share of the work. You are no different.” He calmly supplied, then waited.

“I have other things that are more important than watching a blank hallway. Besides I didn’t have shift for another four hours.”

There it was. Something to pick at, “What kind of important things do you have to rush off to?”

Starscream stood glaring wings held high clearly avoiding, “The kind of things that you need to keep your olfactory sensor out of.”

“Oh, is that right? I believe if you had private business the smart thing would have been to take care of it earlier.” He replied smoothly leaning forward in his chair amused, “So Starscream what is it that I should keep my sensors out of?”

Starscream gave him a vile glare then made to move past him, he reached out snagging a arm, yanking the seeker around and standing in one motion, “You will not ignore me.”

“The pit I will!” Came the snappy retort as Starscream snatched his arm back, “Now I am going to leave and you are going to let me.”

“Return to your post, Starscream or I will detain you.” He growled, but knew that the seeker would ignore him.

He got a sneer for his threat, “Watch me.”

Starscream moved away before being wrenched backwards, prepared the jet kicked pede out slamming it into his shin armor denting it. Megatron twisted the flimsy metal getting a stronger grip as he brought his other fist up to connect with the Seekers faceplate. Starscream no young welp ducked shielding and pried at the servo held his wingtip painfully. In close combat like this his frame was not suited well, his wings which gave him such pride only hindered his movement. The large planes of metal got in his way as he attempted to strike back at his leader viciously, the large black servo got it’s target, and grasped his neck clamping down on soft lines and relays, Starscream flailed, kicking back as Megatron pressed him down over the nearby console.

Immediately he began pleading realizing that he was not going to twist out of this one. Megatron ignored him; instead called Soundwave over, “Disable any weapon functions.”

Soundwave nodded once before carefully plugging into an exposed uplink on the jets shoulder. Starscream screeched at them throwing obesities as he repelled the invasive mental touch. He struggled trying to get a hit in edgeways on either of them. Megatron stepped forward and pinned the kicking thrusters against the front of the console, using his weight as a wall. Soundwave was still then backed away unplugging, then Megatron heard the small whirr of a weapon’s system power down. Roughly he removed the pair of null rays and subspaced them, the seeker spat at him angrily.

The rest of the deck was almost deafeningly silent as Soundwave sat back down and Megatron drug the wild Starscream from the room with a parting command, “As you were.”

They both got curious glances as Megaton hauled him down the hall, straight through the base. At first he had shrieked and flailed around as he was quite literally hauled by the faring of his shoulder plating behind his neck. His left wing ached like no other at the moment throbbing dully.

A few of the mechs felt the need to cat call and make other lewd noises all though were conveniently out of sight. No one wanted to be tagged by the their Lord and SIC. He knew the reason that his lord was doing this, the old glitch helm hadn’t yet gotten over their scuffle from last week. So Megatron was doing this purely for the object of demeaning his reputation among the common rank. It wouldn’t work though, he may not have his weapons at the moment but that didn’t mean he couldn’t verbally trounce him. He was always the wittier of the pair, so he employed it, “If you wanted me so badly all you had to do was ask.”

Silence met his barb, that was new, “What you don’t have something for that? Oh right, you already knew the answer didn’t you?”

He was drug down another corridor, the smooth deck plating grating on his paneling. Briefly he made to get to his pedes and stumbled, cursing he tried again. Only then did his ‘oh great leader’ pause turning to look at him. He was released and immediately got to his pedes; he sent a hateful hiss across his vocalizer while he dusted himself off. Megatron stared at him during his great show of cleaning the miniscule dust particles from his frame.

“Are you quite done yet?” A warning tone was detected. He flicked a spot on his forearm plating then, “Maybe.”

Megatron raised an optical ridge before jerking his helm down the corridor, “Come on,”

His programming tingled unpleasantly, this section of the base hadn’t been used in cycles due to the shortage on energon it was let go, only the emergency lighting dimly illuminated every twenty meters, to him it seemed like the area was always smaller than it was, claustrophobic even. “Where are we going?”

“That does not matter, get moving.” He was shoved roughly forward feeling the heated snout of Megatron’s cannon. Hesitantly he went where he was guided, which was deep inside the old base where very few of the soldiers ever ventured. They stopped outside a dingy door, Megatron keyed in a series of numbers and the door opened revealing a sparsely lit room beyond that was darker than the hallway. He stepped inside before he could be shoved again, his helm ducked glancing around optics slowly adjusting to the blackness. He wanted to be nowhere alone with Megatron after a tiff like one today especially in an enclosed suffocating room like this.

“Where are we at? And what is the purpose of this?” He began but was interrupted as a heavy servo slammed against the back of his helm, temporarily stunning him. The room spun as he sunk to the floor. Again he was half dragged to another part of the smallish room, closer to the one light. He frowned pushing away from Megatron, something was wrong here, this whole thing was wrong somehow.

He was dropped unceremoniously and brusquely flipped onto his front cockpit glass squealing, his gyros reeling he made to lurch forward but was pressed back to the ground. A spike of panic flitted through him, and gave a harder push to get up, he let out a surprised squawk as Megatron’s whole weight dropped on him. Assuming it was a knee between his shoulder plates he rolled hoping to dislodge the larger mech.

“What the pit are you doing, get off me! I swear I will make you pay for this.”

“Would you just shut up.” The weight shifted forward an arm reached over his right intake grabbing his right forearm and pressed it firmly to the floor and a bit to the right, a metallic clinking noise and cool metal latched on keeping it there. Realization dawned over him, he yelled, “This is not happening, you can get your disgusting kicks off someone else!”, bucking hard and flexing as the other arm was treated in the same fashion, though it took a moment longer now that he was aware of the situation.

The deep voice came from above him somewhere, “But you were just asking for it weren’t you. Your actions dictate you need punishment, and really you gave me no other choice.”

“No other choice?” He rotated his wrists in the mag locks angrily, “I can give you one, let me go.”

“This is your punishment. I’ve changed it a little because it seems you never learn.”

Megatron moved off of him, Starscream scoffed, “It’s not always the student’s fault, sometimes the teacher is inadequate.”

“One would think repetition would eventually sink in.” In the dimness he heard footfalls as something was retrieved and brought back to him. The moment he felt Megatron’s presence near his thrusters he stuck out, one leg was held still while the other had some metal clipped on. The motion was repeated then both were spread widely, he could tell they were secured together somehow, survival programming meeped at him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m preparing you for your punishment.” Was the stoic reply, did he hear a note of satisfaction there?

More was done behind him one servo lifted his pelvic unit up while the other slid a wedge under him angling his aft upwards effectively exposing his interface panel to the air. Quiet humiliation crossed his features, and a part of him was glad it was dark. A strap of kinds was cinched tightly around his waist holding him firmly in place, “When I get out of here, I will make you regret the day you were sparked.”

“I have a feeling that you won’t be in any condition to do that after this.” Came the amused chuckle, he grit his denta, burning a hole in the floor with his gaze. Yes, he would make Megatron pay for this when he was done.

Again he heard the footsteps move away and come back he cocked his helm to see if he could get a glimpse of what was going to be done to him by studying the rooms décor. Nothing, he could make out the corner of a bench in the corner nearest the door, but nothing else. The one small light cast everything into dreary murkiness.

“Are you done yet?” He was pleased his voice sounded more confident than he felt at least, because his fuel tanks were working their way into his intake.

“Maybe.” Came the asinine reply, he growled deep in his chassis. Carefully he tried to move his lower body but the wedge was heavy, and he was not in a position to get leverage.

Unexpectedly a servo grazed his wing, running down the edge until it came to his aileron manually moving the flap, he tensed. “I could make this very painful you know. You deserve it too.”

“Oh, and you’re sparing me small mercies now. I’m so thrilled.” He spit out clipping the words.

A sharp pinch spiked along the leading edge of his wing where the majority of flight sensors were located, “That slagging hurt!”

“Really? Oh, didn’t realize-“, another pinch on the other wing another yelp, “That they were that sensitive, you must really tell me these things beforehand. Although this is supposed to be punishment.”

He could see the unforgiving smirk in Megatron’s lip components’, but it was hard to focus past the rhythmic sting at those two points where the clamps were secured. A soft chinking sound as Megatron’s servo’s were laid flat against the underside of his wings, then raised the delicate metal together at felt like a forty-five degree angle from his back plating exposing the transformation joints fully at their base.

The moment they were released he sent the command to put them back down to their usual resting place, instead he got painful jabs. He bowed his shoulders with a cry realizing that they were locked together in place with something. He had to assume it was a solid piece of metal similar to his leg restraints. Any small movement caused discomfort he took a deep intake and fought down the fear that rose in his spark at the immobilization.

“What you have nothing to say? Now that is an improvement.” said the taunting voice, “I can see this is already working.”

“Go to the pit.” He breathed fearing his vocalizer would crack if he put more force behind it. What he wasn’t expecting was a clawed finger trace up the underside of the wing in abstract pattern causing him to shiver.

He felt the presence come close to his audio whisper, “Now if I did that, who would come rescue you? No one even knows where you’re at.”

A tremor traveled up his frame, Megatron was right. No one did know where he was at, yes they would find him. But could he live though the ridicule later? Probably not.

“Now, let’s actually get this started. Open your panel.” The mech ordered. Starscream balked even though he knew it was going to come to this, “Do what?”

“Open it, or I will for you.” Came the warning, a clawed finger lodged itself in the seam between his hip strut and the panel. Indecision crossed his meta, then, “No.”

It was a flash of minor pain as the cover was torn away and discarded leaving him open. All at once he felt weak, vulnerable, more so than he had ever before. His valve and spike housing lifted for anyone to see, his limbs locked in place, even his wings held still, he was a complete and total mercy of whatever Megatron wanted. He had no say in what would happen, or how, he was absolutely helpless. An involuntary whimper escaped his vocalizer before he could stop it.

“See, that is what I’m looking for.”

Megatron set back on his haunches, satisfied so far. Already he’d gotten an honest sound to come from the seekers vocalizer. Now for the real test, what he’d said before wasn’t true, the real punishment was now to begin. Quietly he unsuspected the stimulator that he’d procured from Swindle. It was more like a wand than anything else, long thin and tapered.

Standing he reached over and pulled a small cart close, he connected the stimulator to a thin hose from the tank that held the enhancer Hook had developed for this occasion. Then set both aside, he leaned over Starscream again resting his left servo on the seekers anterior pelvic plating and ran a finger around the edge of the valve, Starscream tried to wriggle away but only succeeded in making a more provocative motion. He chuckled to himself, “Now, now don’t get too eager.”

“Smelt you.” Then, “What is that thing?”

“A gift of sorts.”

“Ah. I see.” Dry remark.

Megatron sat back taking the stimulator in one servo and coating it liberally with some of the enhancer. Then without warning slid it home into the seekers valve cold, he was rewarded with an undignified noise and struggling as Starscream tried to dislodge the object but not succeeding in any form.

Inexorably he pressed it further in, Starscream shuddered relaxing on the wedge making small chirrups of protest as he tried to resist. He felt the wand press against the vent in the very back of the seeker’s valve. Then taking the back of the wand folding it down into a pair of magnets that attached themselves to Starscream’s plating to hold the stimulator in place, he tapped a button twice on the wand activating it. It buzzed quietly while he programmed a couple of commands into fluid tank and stood.

Starscream was still, the only thing betraying him was the slight tremble on the upraised wings and his knotting servos. He would come back later when his second had a good long time to feel the consequences for his actions.

Starscream noticed the light from the door sliding open, and horror flashed in his meta, “You can’t leave me like this.” He cried out desperately. The door slipped shut and he was left alone in the room, in the dark he could feel the walls closing in. But he had a very good distraction as the stimulator sent vibrations though his interface nets in waves tickling sensors deep within him. Experimentally he tried to roll his pelvic unit, maybe it would dislodge it’s self, but all the motion accomplished was to make him more aware of the tingling sensation and the fact he couldn’t move.

Exhaling air softly he held still, if he just concentrated hard enough he could ignore it, he could. It was buried deep in him, the entire length vibrating softly teasing his valve into producing lubricant. He had to focus on how to get out of this, formulate a plan but everything was slowed down it seemed. Like he was moving through sludge his systems wanting nothing more than to direct all thought process on that evil thing, just let go and enjoy it.

The battle of will over programming swayed, cooling vents opened allowing heated air to
escape, undeniably it did feel good, but not in the context it was being used. Small spasms seized his internal systems as the wand oozed some type of warm goo like mech fluid.

At first he ignored it then his interior valve walls began to warm pleasantly he squirmed to make something give more feeling than just the tingle but no matter how he moved the wand stayed exactly planted, he released a whine of frustration. It was beginning to get maddeningly warm, yet the wand was so thin he couldn’t get a good feel from it. Absently he wondered what he must look like with his aft bared to the air?

Probably like a wanton whore. Groaning he let his helm crest rest against the floor the only part of him that could move freely, not that it helped.

Nothing would help now that the heat in his valve had permeated completely, charges built pinging off wires, the soft tickling of the wand becoming torturous, he whined as he pulled against the bonds. His spike pressed against the wedge he was draped over, trapped. It was all painful yes, but so good. This was utterly unfair! How was he supposed to learn anything from this but to hate Megatron more? Unconsciously he pulled on his restraints tweaking his wings the additional pain mixed with the assault of the vibrations caused his internals to seize momentarily, this was so unfair.

Megatron would pay for it. Painfully.

He was like this for some time before he felt that ooze in his valve again, optics widening the stimulation was immediate this time, and he cried out. Jerking in the restraints his valve clenched around the wand tightly as he amped up for an overload, but it never came. Instead he hovered there for long moments gasping for cool air before his frame slowly shuddering relaxed enough to process again. The insides of his valve reluctantly released to wand back to its torturous duty, as he trembled whining pitifully.

What was this? Slowly his body began the slow ascent to overload again, but he hadn’t had that release though. It was robbed of him before he could crest that peak, it was cruel. His valve felt empty he needed something larger than that infernal wand he needed filled, to have something in there. Mewling he arched his support column opening himself to the sensation, shuttering his optics he imagined servos feeling across his plating. Running over his ailerons, manipulating them, he moaned processor supplying the image.

Those same hands would carefully play along the seams of his cockpit, delving into the openings into his intakes, under his armor to brush along the sensitive wires and mechanisms beneath. Sensory touches ghosted along his frame, aching for that final push to send him over that edge, internal temperatures were holding as if he were just back from a hard flight. This though felt almost as good.

Time seemed to crawl by inexorably his systems kept charging up to an undeniable overload, then falling away painfully. He was past coherent thought, keens and moans coming in a steady stream form his vocalizer, lubricant dribbled down his inner thigh plating and leaving a small splotch on the slick floor. He was almost completely desperate for one of two things, to be let free to jump somebody, or to have somebody jump him. It didn’t really matter which came first.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Megatron strode down the hall unhurriedly; he’d had a rather peaceful cycle. No one had attempted to maim/kill/undermine him at any given point, though there were a few questions posed to where exactly his second was. He told them that the wretch was currently preoccupied and would not be coming back anytime soon. The only ones that seemed worried were of course his trine mates, but they were of no consequence, Thundercraker would keep Skywarp busy and out of his way if for nothing more than to retain his own conformation.

His Air Commander by now was probably in a more open-minded mood. He keyed in the door code and stepped into the darkened room to soft whimpering cries’ and overworked fans. Music to his audios, “How are you doing Starscream?”

He got a half choked word back barely audible over spinning turbines Starscream bucked crying out and begging for something. Leering he walked over and crouched down beside the seeker’s shoulder laying a servo purposefully on his intake, a fingers breath away from the quivering wing. Starscream whimpered, looking up and his voice strained, “Pleas-please make it stop. I nee-”

“Make what stop?” He prodded, feigning an innocent look, the seeker moaned tossing his helm back as a surge rolled though his sensor networks.

The pitiful wail that sounded from the seeker was almost too much his spike already pressurizing by his thoughts on the way here. Seeing the seeker bound as such was something that he’d wanted for vorns, but hadn’t acted upon. He had a pretty good idea what he would have the seeker do but, he wanted the other to submit on his own, so to say. They stayed in relative silence as Starscream writhed on the floor mewling lost in his own world of sinful torment. He took the flyer’s lower mandible and turned his faceplate up to study the expressions that passed over it, checking for deception, the seeker turned his face into the servo nuzzling it urgently optics half shuttered but too bright.

Taking his attention away from Starscream’s faceplate he let his fingers map the expanse of the jet’s wings. Something that Starscream would never have allowed in any other setting. Carefully he rubbed the grooves of the sheet paneling pressing harder along the edges bringing a frantic cry from the seekers vocalizer. Moving down he probed a digit into the gap exposed by the wing position, Starscream’s whole frame convulsed.

“Are you ready yet to submit to me? Do you want my spike in your valve?”

The seeker made a quick nod of his helm tilting his hips to show his acceptance. Yes, he was close to an overload. Megatron took a finger playing around the edges of the glistening valve. Starscream’s servos scrabbled at the floor plating.
He frowned, and pressed on finger into the valve next to the wand rubbing against an internal sensor node. The seeker thrashed a high pitched electronic note erupting from his vocalizer his body fought it’s self, before in convulsive shakes came back down, not completed. Beautiful.

Finally Starscream said voice staticy, “Y-yes I want you in my valve, please. I can’t take this.”

“First though…,”

Starscream groaned distraught as Megatron added another finger pumping slowly in and out of his valve, “I want you to do a little something for me.”

“Anything. Please.” Was the tight reply, Megatron brought his fingers out of Starscream’s valve soaked with the seekers lubricant. Unlatching his interface panel he kneeled in front of Starscream’s faceplate, his spike extended. Starscream gave a small noise, as he pressed his wet fingers to the lip components’, sullenly the seeker glanced away and back taking the fingers into his mouth cleaning them of his own fluids.

Megatron’s optics flared darkly as he removed his fingers his internal temp climbing, and brought his spike closer to the seekers face. There was a slight pause as Starscream battled his own pride but lost as another shake passed over him. Leaning forward as much as possible the jet tentatively took the tip of his spike into his mouth, glossa trembling against the underside deliciously.

“That’s right. Show me how much you’re sorry.” He cooed gently resting his servo against the back of the Starscream’s helm, other braced on the floor for balance. The desperate optics glanced up at him with before slowly taking the rest of the spike in, working the wet glossa around it. Laving up then playing back down, the seeker shuttered his optics, fervor to please written on his face.

Megatron moaned letting himself thrust into the tight seal of the seekers mouth, it was wonderful as the sensations that drove the jet into this state bringing him to moan around his spike, the vibrations further stimulating him. He pushed forward and Starscream almost gagged before relaxing his intake and swallowing around the spike.

Starscream’s servos curled as Megatron his helm while he slowly fucked his mouth. Each thrust hit the back of his intake and he whimpered, wishing abstractly that it was his valve that got this treatment. A few jabs more and hot transfluid gushed into his mouth, he flinched almost shying back before realizing that he was expected to swallow it. It slipped down his intake and he just knew that the flavor would stick in his filters for days.

Megatron stroked his helm, retracting his spike just basking in the feeling of superiority of the moment. Starscream below him vents heaving body supple and tense with pre overload energy, all Starscream’s attention on him, waiting, face tense to see if he’d done good enough.

Yes, that was what he wanted to see on the treacherous mechs faceplate, undivided attention and obedience, the eagerness to do anything at a question. But before he did anything to maybe reward the seeker there was a question to ask before this was done, it had been bothering him all the last night and day cycle.

“Starscream, I can’t help but to wonder what it was you were so adamant yesterday not to tell me.” A pair of red optics flashed up to him, Starscream flinched motion carrying through his frame and ending at the tips of his wings, “It was nothin-, I’m sorry I, defied you. Plea-“

“No, I want to know what it was.” Why did he have to lie so? Nastily he groped down the seekers nearest wing putting too much pressure into it reading the others face. Starscream’s vocalizer chirped and sputtered as he simultaneously flinched away and pushed into the touch, dazed processor too wound up to distinguish the two sensations.
“I’m sorry…it was an offer-“the flyer wibbled out, before continuing, “They were-“

“Who were?” He punctuated the question by bending an aileron savagely, Starscream cried out, “Prime, sir! Iwasn’t going to say anything, I promise-“

Megatron went still.

Starscream was for the most part frozen other than a few isolated twitches. He could feel the fear coming from the flyer waiting for the pain that followed his saying something irrevocably stupid. His second who he had thought was loyal to the cause if not to him. The one that openly admitted to thoughts of defection, “Starscream, do you ever learn? Or you just incapable of intelligence?”

“That was then. I wasn’t-you have to be-“

“Quiet.” The tone was deadly.

A whimper escaped the bound mech, but acquiesced to the command.

He tugged the wand loose getting a shocked gasp and thankful pleading that turned into a yowl as he entered in one hard shove. The valve was wet, hot, but not prepared for him. That did not matter, this was for his pleasure, he seated himself deeply in one stroke.
Starscream lunged forward gasping as he fought the mag locks, as the charge came back to life within him with vigor, racing along his circuits’ tingling up his support column. Megatron’s spike filling him, stretching his valve walls almost to their capacity, his lord’s spike pressing against the very back of his valve.

His servos clenched a hold on the seekers hip plates holding him still, as he held relishing the moment. He had waited vorns to do this. To finally take the proud seeker this way and knowing now that he’d planned to defect there was no reason he couldn’t repeat this in the future. He drew out watching as the valve gave each inch reluctantly, then slammed back in. Starscream’s body flexed his port constricting around his spike as Megatron set the pace he made a soft noise of satisfaction.

Though gritted denta he rasped, “What am I going to do with you now?”

Starscream must have realized that it was rhetorical or known for once when to shut up. Megatron plunged forward again into the slick heat, he running hot and cooling ducts releasing gusts of superheated air.

Spike fully inside Starscream, Megatron angled the hips upwards shifting forwards over the bound seeker and pressing down until he could feel the seeker’s frame come flush with all the restraints, halting all movement. The body below him went limp, groaning quietly under his weight.

Starscream felt the from above him resume movement, the armor scraping against him, making sensor nets thrum and sing. Megatron’s thrusts were hard, deep, exactly what he was craving. Electric ecstasy leaped though wires and mechanisms at the warlord’s spike impaling him, dominating, taking him so wonderfully.

Overload building threatening to break over him, he welcomed it, the charge climbing, winding through his circuits, pooling in his valve, Megatron’s massive spike dragging across sensor nodes pushing the feelings higher with every down stroke. His exalted cry’s underscored by his lords controlled grunts of pleasure with every stroke.

Taking one hand Megatron drug a finger along the joint where the seeker’s wing attached to his frame roughly, it was all that was needed to tip the body under him to overload, Starscream squirmed valve clenching down around his spike brutally, struggling with overload as the massive spike paused buried deep within him. Megatron kneaded the backs of the red intakes, smirking as he increased pace to almost savage thrusts angling up to hit one of the anterior sensors in the seekers valve as he pumped his transfluid into the jet.

Starscream’s vocalizer emitted a guttural scream of frustration, body still working at the overload his valve spasming around the hard spike fully within him. The now constant need in his neither regions began to ache as the moment passed. His body slowly adjusting back to the pre-overload haze, he sobbed quietly.

Megatron pulled out and took a mesh cloth from subspace and wiped himself off before throwing it away. He looked back down at the seeker whose valve was slightly gaping and seeping with his transfluid, his frame still hot to the touch, “Please.”

“I will not suffer a rouge mech in my ranks. There is no reason for me to do anything for you. In fact the punishment for defecting is deactivation.” A shrill keen answered him and he twisted the tip of one the upturned wings silencing it, “Since I am merciful I will allow you to function. The only thing that you’ll be good for is an occasional ‘facing.”

Starscream twisted one servo in the bonds and glanced up at Megatron fear in his optics tangled with undeniable need. Megatron stood there watching him he could feel the warlords optics taking him apart piece by piece and he twitched, body aching for a repeat. The grey mech did no such thing, merely scoffing at him, “Look at you, you’re worse than a petro rabbit in rotation.”

Starscream bit his glossa at the retort that almost passed his lips as Megatron continued, “I’ll be back later when I’ve informed the troops that they no longer have an Air Commander. It will see you soon, get used to this position you’ll be in it a lot.”

With that said Megatron placed the wand back in his valve and left him to brood.
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