Never Touch the Wings
Title: Never Touch the Wings
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Optimus/Starscream, past Megatron/Starscream
Rating: M-ish
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Warnings: Slash, implied non-con/past rape, accidental non-con, sticky-ish
Prompt: From the Kink meme!
Disclaimer: I doubt I'll ever have a claim for anything to do with Transformers :P
All around, walls enclosed upon him, cutting off all ties with the outside world. There was little light, which also didn’t help, as he couldn’t see how close he was to the offending blockers.
The seeker tried to think of something, anything that had nothing to do with this situation, only to fail. It was a pitiful attempt to quell his fears, only resulting in his mind considering the walls that surrounded him more.
It would be a major understatement to say Starscream was scared…in fact he was terrified! He had forgotten how bad his claustrophobia could be, so when the Autobot leader put him in a trailer for transport, he found himself freaking out practically as soon as the doors were closed.
His mind buzzed, his optics darting around each wall, observing the faint red glow from his optics light them slightly. The trailer went over a bump, causing the seeker to jolt.
The wall! Did it just…move?
Shaking his head frantically, Starscream tried to clear his processor to no avail. The only thing he achieved from this action was a bout of shaking, no longer able to fight off his fears.
He let out an involuntary whimper, forgetting the trailer was technically part of the Prime.
“Starscream?” Optimus’ soothing voice questioned, dripping with concern for his apparent prisoner.
The seeker offlined his optics, again trying to forget “No…I…NO!”
Optimus felt a wave of panic escape from the seeker’s EM field, causing the leader to feel sorry for him. “Are you okay?” he eventually asked.
“DO I LOOK FRAGGING ALRIGHT?!” Starscream demanded. “You’ve…confined me…into a tight space…” he began to stutter, his words mingling as a fresh bout of fear flooded through the Decepticon.
“You need to remain calm Starscream” Optimus stated.
The seeker balked at this. He swallowed hard, trying to keep himself together. “I’m sorry, but I don’t like being…trapped” he whispered, knowing Optimus would hear him anyway.
The seeker curled into a ball, resting his helm on his knees, refusing to look at the walls surrounding him.
Optimus was aware of everything in the trailer, and again pitied the Decepticon he was carrying. He worried for him, knowing it was only a matter of time before he tried something stupid, possibly leading to injuries upon himself. If only there was a way for him to comfort the seeker…
An idea struck the leader. He suddenly remembered that within the compartment, he could practically manifest some arms out of some mini-cranes, so he would be able to touch the seeker.
Remembering something someone had told him, Optimus took control of the crane-arms, gently reaching for the seeker’s wings. A long time ago, he had learned that a seeker’s wings were extremely sensitive, and stimulated in the right way, they could really help calm the terrified Decepticon.
He gently stroked the wings, reaching for the point he thought would calm the seeker.
Starscream felt something on his wings and immediately tensed. He couldn’t be doing that…could he?
The servos touched him and hit that point…the point that sent tingles through Starscream’s neural net…arousal seeped quickly into his frame, but not without a new panic attack.
Unaware of the problem, Optimus continued.
Starscream gasped out, his vocalizer seizing. He wanted to scream at the Autobot to stop, he wanted to tell him to go frag a slut like Knock Out instead; he wanted so badly to ask him why but he couldn’t. He felt a burning sensation in the edges of his optics as he focused on trying to stop this, and he felt oily tears escape. A puddle formed before him, reflecting more of his optical light.
Those servos never stopped, they just kept fondling his wings. Why was the fragging Autobot leader doing this? Was he that desperate?
Primus! What if he transformed and came in there? Got it over with real quick…FRAG! Would his spike be too much for him? What if he forced it to fit? What if-
Letting out a sorrowful cry, he finally gained control of his voice. “NO! Please…I beg you….STOP!” he curled in on himself tighter.
“Everything is alright Starscream” Optimus’ soothing voice answered.
“YOU THINK THIS IS ALRIGHT?!” the seeker demanded, trying to stop his mind from thinking of…the incident. He lowered his voice to a hiss as he continued, “You think I’m okay with this?”
Optimus sounded a little confused by his words, “I am merely trying to help”
The servos faltered for a moment, but then continued, one of them slipping a little lower and causing Starscream to arch his back.
Megatron’s greedy hands grabbed at his wings, claws digging into the exact points he knew would arouse the seeker. Energon dripped below his fingertips, pain and pleasure mixing and further confusing the seeker.
Starscream lived by his name at that moment. He screamed.
“Starscream?” Optimus was now worried, the servos moving away quickly, but not quick enough.
Pulling away, the Lord moved his hands down to the seeker’s hips, flipping him round to face him. “You need to learn to be more….submissive” he growled in Starscream’s face.
Before he got a response, he crashed their lips together, earning a scared and muffled squeak from the seeker, which only gave the tyrant a chance to slip his glossa into his second-in-command’s mouth.
The next thing Optimus knew, Starscream made a gagging sound. The seeker fell to his side, vents hissing rapidly, but what disturbed Optimus more was he could feel the seeker’s servos shaking.
“Starscream...I didn’t mean to hurt you” the Autobot chided himself as he spoke.
The seeker did not answer.
Optimus wasn’t sure what was going on anymore. He had merely touched him to try calm him down, and now the Decepticon was in his own little world. Maybe his wings were sore from the clamp?
Wanting to know what was troubling the seeker, Optimus dared another touch, this time to the shoulder plating, merely trying to get Starscream’s attention.
Megatron pulled away, claws digging into his hips further. As Starscream flinched in pain, he found the larger mech biting into his neck cables, causing more energon to spill. Chuckling to himself, Megatron began to lick the wound, lapping up the seeker’s very lifeblood.
Finding his second trying to push away, he scraped his sharp dental plating down the cables, making the seeker produce the most delightful of noises.
“Come now Starscream, why resist the inevitable? You know it’s your duty to serve my needs”
The warlord then grinned as he restrained the seeker, forcing him back onto the berth, intrigued by the way the seeker’s wings moved to allow him to lay there before him.
He ripped off Starscream’s interface panel, causing the second-in-command to bite back a scream, pain surging through his lower section. Before he knew anything else, Megatron dug a claw into his valve, amused by the writhing it caused. Another was quickly inserted, continued only until Megatron was confident he could fit easier. Without a word, he moved his spike into position, ready to penetrate the seeker’s valve.
Starscream shuttered his optics, feeling a servo placed on his shoulder, pulling him from the nightmare. He whimpered once more before pulling himself up into a sitting position.
“Starscream? What happened?” Optimus asked slowly, trying not to rush the seeker.
After a pause, the jet’s ventilations calmed, and he slowly spoke. “I…would rather not say” he tried to wipe away the rest of the oily tears as he spoke, feeling a little tense and his system somewhat pained by the tease of arousal with no overload. “You reminded me of when…something unpleasant happened” he shuddered slightly, feeling his valve clench in anticipation. He cursed to himself and ignored it.
Optimus didn’t understand, frowning internally. “What was it I did to remind you?”
“My wings…you touched them in an…erogenous area” he reluctantly told the Autobot leader, finding an awkward silence left in place after he had stated that piece of information. Feeling more uncomfortable than before, he decided to continue speaking. “I’m guessing you were told that would calm a seeker?”
“Yes…” Optimus murmured embarrassedly. “I must have been misinformed”
Starscream let out a nervous chuckle, “Quite…”
“Sorry Starscream…Just so you know, I wasn’t trying anything, I only wanted you to remain calm” the Autobot leader tried to hide his humiliation behind a mask as per usual.
The seeker sighed, but added dryly “I know…just never touch the wings”
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Optimus/Starscream, past Megatron/Starscream
Rating: M-ish
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Warnings: Slash, implied non-con/past rape, accidental non-con, sticky-ish
Prompt: From the Kink meme!
Disclaimer: I doubt I'll ever have a claim for anything to do with Transformers :P
All around, walls enclosed upon him, cutting off all ties with the outside world. There was little light, which also didn’t help, as he couldn’t see how close he was to the offending blockers.
The seeker tried to think of something, anything that had nothing to do with this situation, only to fail. It was a pitiful attempt to quell his fears, only resulting in his mind considering the walls that surrounded him more.
It would be a major understatement to say Starscream was scared…in fact he was terrified! He had forgotten how bad his claustrophobia could be, so when the Autobot leader put him in a trailer for transport, he found himself freaking out practically as soon as the doors were closed.
His mind buzzed, his optics darting around each wall, observing the faint red glow from his optics light them slightly. The trailer went over a bump, causing the seeker to jolt.
The wall! Did it just…move?
Shaking his head frantically, Starscream tried to clear his processor to no avail. The only thing he achieved from this action was a bout of shaking, no longer able to fight off his fears.
He let out an involuntary whimper, forgetting the trailer was technically part of the Prime.
“Starscream?” Optimus’ soothing voice questioned, dripping with concern for his apparent prisoner.
The seeker offlined his optics, again trying to forget “No…I…NO!”
Optimus felt a wave of panic escape from the seeker’s EM field, causing the leader to feel sorry for him. “Are you okay?” he eventually asked.
“DO I LOOK FRAGGING ALRIGHT?!” Starscream demanded. “You’ve…confined me…into a tight space…” he began to stutter, his words mingling as a fresh bout of fear flooded through the Decepticon.
“You need to remain calm Starscream” Optimus stated.
The seeker balked at this. He swallowed hard, trying to keep himself together. “I’m sorry, but I don’t like being…trapped” he whispered, knowing Optimus would hear him anyway.
The seeker curled into a ball, resting his helm on his knees, refusing to look at the walls surrounding him.
Optimus was aware of everything in the trailer, and again pitied the Decepticon he was carrying. He worried for him, knowing it was only a matter of time before he tried something stupid, possibly leading to injuries upon himself. If only there was a way for him to comfort the seeker…
An idea struck the leader. He suddenly remembered that within the compartment, he could practically manifest some arms out of some mini-cranes, so he would be able to touch the seeker.
Remembering something someone had told him, Optimus took control of the crane-arms, gently reaching for the seeker’s wings. A long time ago, he had learned that a seeker’s wings were extremely sensitive, and stimulated in the right way, they could really help calm the terrified Decepticon.
He gently stroked the wings, reaching for the point he thought would calm the seeker.
Starscream felt something on his wings and immediately tensed. He couldn’t be doing that…could he?
The servos touched him and hit that point…the point that sent tingles through Starscream’s neural net…arousal seeped quickly into his frame, but not without a new panic attack.
Unaware of the problem, Optimus continued.
Starscream gasped out, his vocalizer seizing. He wanted to scream at the Autobot to stop, he wanted to tell him to go frag a slut like Knock Out instead; he wanted so badly to ask him why but he couldn’t. He felt a burning sensation in the edges of his optics as he focused on trying to stop this, and he felt oily tears escape. A puddle formed before him, reflecting more of his optical light.
Those servos never stopped, they just kept fondling his wings. Why was the fragging Autobot leader doing this? Was he that desperate?
Primus! What if he transformed and came in there? Got it over with real quick…FRAG! Would his spike be too much for him? What if he forced it to fit? What if-
Letting out a sorrowful cry, he finally gained control of his voice. “NO! Please…I beg you….STOP!” he curled in on himself tighter.
“Everything is alright Starscream” Optimus’ soothing voice answered.
“YOU THINK THIS IS ALRIGHT?!” the seeker demanded, trying to stop his mind from thinking of…the incident. He lowered his voice to a hiss as he continued, “You think I’m okay with this?”
Optimus sounded a little confused by his words, “I am merely trying to help”
The servos faltered for a moment, but then continued, one of them slipping a little lower and causing Starscream to arch his back.
Megatron’s greedy hands grabbed at his wings, claws digging into the exact points he knew would arouse the seeker. Energon dripped below his fingertips, pain and pleasure mixing and further confusing the seeker.
Starscream lived by his name at that moment. He screamed.
“Starscream?” Optimus was now worried, the servos moving away quickly, but not quick enough.
Pulling away, the Lord moved his hands down to the seeker’s hips, flipping him round to face him. “You need to learn to be more….submissive” he growled in Starscream’s face.
Before he got a response, he crashed their lips together, earning a scared and muffled squeak from the seeker, which only gave the tyrant a chance to slip his glossa into his second-in-command’s mouth.
The next thing Optimus knew, Starscream made a gagging sound. The seeker fell to his side, vents hissing rapidly, but what disturbed Optimus more was he could feel the seeker’s servos shaking.
“Starscream...I didn’t mean to hurt you” the Autobot chided himself as he spoke.
The seeker did not answer.
Optimus wasn’t sure what was going on anymore. He had merely touched him to try calm him down, and now the Decepticon was in his own little world. Maybe his wings were sore from the clamp?
Wanting to know what was troubling the seeker, Optimus dared another touch, this time to the shoulder plating, merely trying to get Starscream’s attention.
Megatron pulled away, claws digging into his hips further. As Starscream flinched in pain, he found the larger mech biting into his neck cables, causing more energon to spill. Chuckling to himself, Megatron began to lick the wound, lapping up the seeker’s very lifeblood.
Finding his second trying to push away, he scraped his sharp dental plating down the cables, making the seeker produce the most delightful of noises.
“Come now Starscream, why resist the inevitable? You know it’s your duty to serve my needs”
The warlord then grinned as he restrained the seeker, forcing him back onto the berth, intrigued by the way the seeker’s wings moved to allow him to lay there before him.
He ripped off Starscream’s interface panel, causing the second-in-command to bite back a scream, pain surging through his lower section. Before he knew anything else, Megatron dug a claw into his valve, amused by the writhing it caused. Another was quickly inserted, continued only until Megatron was confident he could fit easier. Without a word, he moved his spike into position, ready to penetrate the seeker’s valve.
Starscream shuttered his optics, feeling a servo placed on his shoulder, pulling him from the nightmare. He whimpered once more before pulling himself up into a sitting position.
“Starscream? What happened?” Optimus asked slowly, trying not to rush the seeker.
After a pause, the jet’s ventilations calmed, and he slowly spoke. “I…would rather not say” he tried to wipe away the rest of the oily tears as he spoke, feeling a little tense and his system somewhat pained by the tease of arousal with no overload. “You reminded me of when…something unpleasant happened” he shuddered slightly, feeling his valve clench in anticipation. He cursed to himself and ignored it.
Optimus didn’t understand, frowning internally. “What was it I did to remind you?”
“My wings…you touched them in an…erogenous area” he reluctantly told the Autobot leader, finding an awkward silence left in place after he had stated that piece of information. Feeling more uncomfortable than before, he decided to continue speaking. “I’m guessing you were told that would calm a seeker?”
“Yes…” Optimus murmured embarrassedly. “I must have been misinformed”
Starscream let out a nervous chuckle, “Quite…”
“Sorry Starscream…Just so you know, I wasn’t trying anything, I only wanted you to remain calm” the Autobot leader tried to hide his humiliation behind a mask as per usual.
The seeker sighed, but added dryly “I know…just never touch the wings”