Fic: Lessons
Title: Lessons
Characters: Megatron, Starscream, Motormaster
Description: non-con, but no sex, sticky or otherwise. Humiliation, mind games. From the kink meme, prompt here: here. Megatron finds a new way to punish Starscream.
Sorry to the anon requestor, I did not have the mood or mind to write this for a very long time, for which I apologize. But it's done now, and I hope it met your expectations.
No pacing, no stomping or kicking the wall. Not even tapping his foot.
Megatron watched the security feed and mused how unusual his second in command was. He'd snarl and hit and whine the whole way down to the brig, but once he was caged the result was always the same. Quiet, thoughtful, and fuming. He was beautiful like that, all his energy contained, not even to spring at the first opportunity, but stored, rationed, and careful. Nothing wasted. It was times like this that reminded Megatron of why he had first taken to Starscream, trusted him with power. He was good with it. The mech could think.
Oh, he was beautiful too. Megatron wasn't one to forget that, but he was beautiful the way all seekers were beautiful, all power and grace and thoughtless agility. It was part of them, and so natural is was hardly unique when you'd been around long enough. No less beautiful, but not something to remember.
What made Starscream special, Starscream noticeable, was his cunning, that drive, that mad lust for whatever someone told him he could not have. Primus only knew what would one day make him happy, if anything could. Well, there was one thing, but Megatron would never give him that. And he never stopped wanting, never stopped fighting for what he set his sights on. That is what made Starscream beautiful, that is what set him apart. You could beat him, humiliate him, make him beg, but he would never stop pushing. As much as Megatron hated it, he had to admit that is also what made Starscream so attractive.
He'd made no secret of what he thought of second. Certainly not early in their military relationship. He'd made clear his intentions, attempted to woo his air commander, and Starscream had always declined, politely, but firmly. The interest was never returned, and despite numerous and varied attempts, manners eventually gave way to icy refusal.
Defiant, beautiful Starscream. Always to behold, never to be held. Never brought to heel. Megatron didn't enjoy hurting Starscream, but he often found it necessary. He never pushed him to the point of breaking him in, as that would destroy what made his second alluring and strategically valuable, but he did wish he could find some sort of punishment that stuck. He couldn't very well keep him in the brig forever while he tried to think of something new, either. It was frustrating, being able to look at him in his cell, making a meditation out of hate, and knowing he'd never be able to touch that face, run a hand down those arms.
Oh- but there was an idea. Perhaps there was a new way to punish Starscream.
*****
Starscream was already facing the door and posed haughtily by the time Megatron and Motormaster reached him, undoubtedly able to hear the two hulking mechs from far down the hall. Stealth was not a strong suit or requirement of either of their frames. Jaw squared, one leg crossed nonchalantly over the other, Starscream half shuttered his optics and looked down his nose, though a shift in light implied he had at least glanced at Motormaster. Probably surprised to see him substituting for Soundwave, being so much more inexperienced in handling someone so tempestuous and dangerous then the carrier mech. They stopped in front of the cell, and Megatron had to fight back a chuckle when he heard the semi stifling his engine.
Excited already. So very young. Megatron allowed himself a small smile, remembering the enthusiastic thanks he'd received on the way down to the brig. Thanks that continued even after his warning that Motormaster may not even get his prize, depending on Starscream's actions. It hadn't mattered- the very idea that he might get it had his gestalt leader very nearly giddy. He'd managed to bring his outward appearance under control after a rebuttal, but he was having trouble with keeping some internal signs down.
The temperature was noticeably higher just standing next to him.
His second had picked up on that too, heat signs lighting up his receptors. Starscream sneered.
"Educating your brute in the arts of torture today, my lord? What a hands on teacher you are."
A quick hand in front of him stopped Motormaster from snarling, but the casual insult had struck, arousal tapering into hurt and anger, but the wordless command kept him back. Satisfied he'd cause no trouble, Megatron put his hand back behind his back, and smiled at Starscream.
"Nothing so barbaric today. I've decided on a new approach. I'm sure you'll find the lesson as enlightening as he will." Turning to look over his shoulder, he nodded to Motormaster. "Pay attention today, there's more affective ways than beatings to bring your troops to heal."
"I'm going to bring down the barrier now, and he's going to go in and cuff you. I do suggest you behave yourself."
Starscream snorted and laughed. "Or what, you'll make it worse? We both know you won't kill me."
Motormaster shifted a bit, optics lighting up excitedly.
"No, I won't, but it will be worse for you if you don't co-operate. Motormaster knows exactly what will happen."
Starscream took a greater interest in the semi now, his puffed up stance, the restraining of his engine, the way he clenched and unclenched his hands, and the way he was staring at him. A smirk crept up Megatron's face when the seeker stiffened, wings held high and wide. Defensive.
"Now now, Starscream. Nothing has to happen. You just need to behave." Powering down the cell's field, he waved Motormaster through. "And remember- you're going to want to behave yourself."
"What are you up to? This isn't your usual mode of operation, and I don't think I like it." There was some shuffling in the cell as Motormaster worked his way in- both were large mechs, and the cell wasn't the most spacious. An extra wordless insult to Starscream whenever he was left to stew in captivity. But the cuffs were on now, and Starscream was walking out, warily stiff and trying to keep his distance from a too close Motormaster. Megatron said nothing, just looking on with a smile. Once they were in front of their lord, Motormaster grabbed Starscream by his bound arms and laid a heavy hand on his shoulder, trying to force him down. Starscream resisted, locking eyes with Megatron. Whether in defiance or seeking confirmation, one really never knew.
"On your knees, Starscream. You do want to behave for this, don't you?" Oh, but this was nice. The jet, glaring venom, gave in and allowed himself to buckle.
"And if I do not want?"
"I think you could do with a little of the unknown. Mystery is the spice of life, or so I've heard." A snap of his fingers had Motormaster producing a cube of energon from his subspace, along with a wide, shallow bowl. Such a charmingly obedient soldier, Motormaster. The bowl was placed in front of Megatron, and he raised his hand, holding it above it. Starscream shifted nervously on his knees.
"What's the bowl for, then?"
"I do abhor waste, my dear commander. With resources as scarce as they are, the very idea of wasting a drop of energon is repellent. Wouldn't you agree." Motormaster poured part of the cube over the outstretched forearm and hand, as it twisted and flexed, catching the glowing fluid in its joints and covering as much surface as he could. After half a cube, Megatron held up his other hand, calling for a cease. The gestalt leader stepped back, powerful pistons stirring and grinding in wait and tension. Starscream was looking less and less confused, and trying to mask revoltion.
"My, what a mess. Be a shame to squander it, don't you think, Starscream?" The jet said nothing, mouth tight and eyes lit with malice. "Clean it up."
When his second didn't budge, Megatron moved toward him. Starscream tried to jerk back, but was pushed forward by the wall of Motormaster's bulk behind him. He tilted his head to the side, but stifled a wince as Megatron lay a thumb pad on his lip. His vents were open now, huffing and indignant and angry. So very angry.
"I'm going to give you two choices. Let it not be said I am without generosity." Megatron smirked, revelling in this, a true victory for his place in command. "You may lick me clean, and do it of your own volition. Or you may go with Motormaster." An engine revved before sputtering as the semi tried to stifle it, and Megatron smiled. "I know which one he'd like you to pick, but what do you choose? It's your choice, after all."
"To lick you or the ground-pounder? I wouldn't call that much of an option."
"Oh no no no, Starscream." Megatron rubbed his thumb over the lip. He'd always wanted to touch, had certainly tried before. This was far from how he'd wanted it to be, but-
"If you should go with Motormaster, he may have you perform the same task, but that's hardly where it will end. He's so young, you see, and so very curious. Most of your brethren don't spend much time with the ground based troops, and he's quite eager to learn about your workings. Hands on experience is always the best way to go. Learning by trying new things. Really getting in there to poke and prod and follow a line, see where it leads. Oh, and let's not forget his gestalt. Sharing builds morale. Help each other learn." Motormaster couldn't stop his engine from its next heavy rev. His hand shook where it held Starscream down. The jet looked like he wanted to be sick, or attack. "Mind you, he won't be allowed to crack you open, and you don't have to participate, but you will be an invaluable learning tool. And he may explore you however he wishes, so long as he does not cause damage. You said so yourself- you're too valuable to be killed."
"You disgust me."
"So you choose Motormaster then? Alright, you heard the Commander, off you go-"
Starscream opened his mouth around the thumb, touching it with the barest hint of his tongue.
"Good jet."
No one moved and there were a few moments of silence. Megatron waited. Everyone knew what had to happen now, and he was just going to allow it to proceed. Starscream was the one to continue, likely wanting to get out of the situation as quickly as possible. Furtive licks up and down black fingers, as little contact being made as possible while trying to lap up the energon dripping copiously from each digit.
"That's not very efficient Starscream. Perhaps you should suckle them." He didn't know who's reaction was more entertaining- Motormaster's overwhelming arousal or Starscream's shocked rage.
"Come on then- get to it!"
Vents gusting with fury, Starscream balked before actually managing to take Megatron's pinky into his mouth. He tried to just use his lips and the tip of his tongue, but that would be too simple. He fought a gag as the finger he was lipping was pushed further into his mouth, stroking his tongue and the inner parts of his dental plate. His jaw clenched, hard on the joint. There was a creak and a groan-
"Continue Starscream. Please. You'll make Motormaster's shift." The bite lessened. Starscream released the finger and grimaced, clenching his eyes shut, as it slowly pulled out, caressing as it exited.
"Next one. Come now, you're doing so well." The next finger Starscream was quick to bring in, and he pulled his own head off of it while locking his lips into a tight seal. It pulled off with an embarrassing pop, but he'd gotten the energon off quickly. He treated the next finger the same way, trying to get the task done, but when he got to the index finger, Megatron put both it and his thumb into Starscream's mouth at the same time, leaving him no choice but to lick, the digits keeping his mouth open and his head immobile. With his lips parted wide as they were, it didn't take long for his oral lubricants to pool and start to dribble. In reflex, Starscream tried to duck and wipe it off on his shoulder.
"You will leave it. Continue." Megatron gently removed his fingers, and offered his arm. Starscream stared, face tight, jaw working back and forth and sucking his lips in to chew on them, unable to wipe his face or do anything about the psychological effect of what he'd been doing, and was going to do. "Starscream- you're not finished. Continue."
The pliable metal of his second's tongue swept up his arm in rough, disdainful strokes, efficient and thorough, and trying not to make the situation worse. Light trails of energon moved far up the arm, to the elbow, and Starscream had to rise from his defensive kneeling crouch to get at them all, maneuvering around the arm, face in intense concentration, searching and cleaning, destroying each trace as best he could. The path of drool dripped lightly from his chin now, and his discomfort was palpable.
It was so nice to finally have him on his knees, and pliant. Obedient. Megatron remembered the youngest mech in the room. Yes. Obedient. And that did so deserve some reward, if not the most optimal of one.
Starscream was preparing to pull back, task done, when he was stopped by a light hand on the back of his helm. "It's in the joints. It's seeped rather far in. You'll have to clean that too." Starscream started what he hoped would be the last of his punishment at the elbow, working his tongue in around each piece of the joint, finding the hidden drops by taste alone. Megatron rumbled in approval, and the jet faltered when he felt the hand on his head begin to stroke him, thumbing the grooves of his helmet, then spreading its fingers to smooth down the whole helm, back and forth, up and down. The indignities of today were simply piling on. Megatron thought the jet might be sick when he got to the individual structures of the palm and he'd allowed his fans to flare on in pleasure, but Starscream had regained his composure quickly and pulled away, task done.
A few more strokes to the upturned helm, now staring past him instead of into his optics, and Megatron stepped back, studying both Starscream, back to his beginning crouch, and Motormaster, still keeping guard behind him. He stepped to join his soldier.
"Motormaster. You've been patient and an excellent help this whole session. I think you deserve the same treatment. Step to the front."
"HOW DARE YOU- AFTER ALL THAT- YOU CANNOT JUST-"
"Or you could be taking him back to your quarters tonight. We'll see."
Starscream fell silent, seething. Motormaster poured the last of the cube onto his own arm, and Starscream repeated his previous acts, unable to stop some of his own gags of disgust this time, likely with the knowledge that he was tasting the oil and plating of a cybertronian who lived and operated in the dirt and mud and organic peelings of this planet. Megatron found himself amused at the combination of rough possessiveness and gentle reverence Motormaster was treating Starscream with. After looking to Megatron for permission for each, he'd seemed to enjoy stroking Starscream's helm and face with the softest, most exploratory touches and then just as eagerly pushing the jet's face into his hand or grabbing his jaw to tilt it up, so that he could watch Starscream work. Ah, to be young and the world still so new.
With Motormaster finished, Starscream's plating was rattling with anger he could not vent. Megatron crooked his finger and the semi returned to his post. Megatron picked up the bowl where it had been left, the drippings from both his and the stunticons' gestalt master collected tidily.
"We're almost done for the day, my dear jet. Just the leavings to tidy away." Megatron cupped Starscream's jaw, and found himself savouring the moment he had found. Starscream had clenched his eyes shut, refusing to meet his gaze, or so much as glare past him. Never before had he done this, surrendered so utterly, just given in and taken a punishment he'd received one on one. His pleading was common with a death threat over him, his begging from the ground for mercy. But during punishment he'd always kept his eyes open. Defied. Dared.
Not today. The humiliation was too much. Face tilted up, Megatron stroked his second's cheek a few times, then brought the bowl to his lips. Starscream drank what he could, some of it escaping his mouth and sliding from the corner's of his lips, dripping down his neck and chassis. The bowl empty, Megatron caught those too, brought them up and wiped them on the inside of his second's mouth and tongue. For the rest, he unsubspaced a cloth, and wiped the remaining traces away. Finished, he waved Motormaster to let Starscream out of his bonds, and help him to his feet.
"Are we done here, my lord? Are you satisfied?"
"Mm. Yes, air commander, I believe we are. You're dismissed." Starscream walked off without hesitation. When he reached the door, Megatron stopped him for the cap of the evening.
"Oh, and Starscream. Should you feel it your place to repeat the actions that brought you here in the first place, I'd be happy to do this again. Depending on my mood, I might even be generous enough to share the experience with Motormaster. Or whoever else may have earned it. The Combaticons come to mind- they've worked hard of late, and I'd like to ensure their loyalty."
Starscream was rigid. "Understood, my lord."
"For minor infractions, I could always just show a recording of today's events. Less hard on you, I'm sure."
The jet whirled, outraged. "That is a military breach of brig confidentiality among a crew! You wouldn't-"
"Oh, I'd hate to have to use it, but I could Starscream. I always could."
Ah. There was that familiar hate. The usual wordless promise of mutiny and death.
Starscream spun on his heel and marched down the hall.
Megatron smiled. He'd see how long it was before he could enjoy another session of this. And there would be other sessions.
It was Starscream, after all.
Characters: Megatron, Starscream, Motormaster
Description: non-con, but no sex, sticky or otherwise. Humiliation, mind games. From the kink meme, prompt here: here. Megatron finds a new way to punish Starscream.
Sorry to the anon requestor, I did not have the mood or mind to write this for a very long time, for which I apologize. But it's done now, and I hope it met your expectations.
No pacing, no stomping or kicking the wall. Not even tapping his foot.
Megatron watched the security feed and mused how unusual his second in command was. He'd snarl and hit and whine the whole way down to the brig, but once he was caged the result was always the same. Quiet, thoughtful, and fuming. He was beautiful like that, all his energy contained, not even to spring at the first opportunity, but stored, rationed, and careful. Nothing wasted. It was times like this that reminded Megatron of why he had first taken to Starscream, trusted him with power. He was good with it. The mech could think.
Oh, he was beautiful too. Megatron wasn't one to forget that, but he was beautiful the way all seekers were beautiful, all power and grace and thoughtless agility. It was part of them, and so natural is was hardly unique when you'd been around long enough. No less beautiful, but not something to remember.
What made Starscream special, Starscream noticeable, was his cunning, that drive, that mad lust for whatever someone told him he could not have. Primus only knew what would one day make him happy, if anything could. Well, there was one thing, but Megatron would never give him that. And he never stopped wanting, never stopped fighting for what he set his sights on. That is what made Starscream beautiful, that is what set him apart. You could beat him, humiliate him, make him beg, but he would never stop pushing. As much as Megatron hated it, he had to admit that is also what made Starscream so attractive.
He'd made no secret of what he thought of second. Certainly not early in their military relationship. He'd made clear his intentions, attempted to woo his air commander, and Starscream had always declined, politely, but firmly. The interest was never returned, and despite numerous and varied attempts, manners eventually gave way to icy refusal.
Defiant, beautiful Starscream. Always to behold, never to be held. Never brought to heel. Megatron didn't enjoy hurting Starscream, but he often found it necessary. He never pushed him to the point of breaking him in, as that would destroy what made his second alluring and strategically valuable, but he did wish he could find some sort of punishment that stuck. He couldn't very well keep him in the brig forever while he tried to think of something new, either. It was frustrating, being able to look at him in his cell, making a meditation out of hate, and knowing he'd never be able to touch that face, run a hand down those arms.
Oh- but there was an idea. Perhaps there was a new way to punish Starscream.
*****
Starscream was already facing the door and posed haughtily by the time Megatron and Motormaster reached him, undoubtedly able to hear the two hulking mechs from far down the hall. Stealth was not a strong suit or requirement of either of their frames. Jaw squared, one leg crossed nonchalantly over the other, Starscream half shuttered his optics and looked down his nose, though a shift in light implied he had at least glanced at Motormaster. Probably surprised to see him substituting for Soundwave, being so much more inexperienced in handling someone so tempestuous and dangerous then the carrier mech. They stopped in front of the cell, and Megatron had to fight back a chuckle when he heard the semi stifling his engine.
Excited already. So very young. Megatron allowed himself a small smile, remembering the enthusiastic thanks he'd received on the way down to the brig. Thanks that continued even after his warning that Motormaster may not even get his prize, depending on Starscream's actions. It hadn't mattered- the very idea that he might get it had his gestalt leader very nearly giddy. He'd managed to bring his outward appearance under control after a rebuttal, but he was having trouble with keeping some internal signs down.
The temperature was noticeably higher just standing next to him.
His second had picked up on that too, heat signs lighting up his receptors. Starscream sneered.
"Educating your brute in the arts of torture today, my lord? What a hands on teacher you are."
A quick hand in front of him stopped Motormaster from snarling, but the casual insult had struck, arousal tapering into hurt and anger, but the wordless command kept him back. Satisfied he'd cause no trouble, Megatron put his hand back behind his back, and smiled at Starscream.
"Nothing so barbaric today. I've decided on a new approach. I'm sure you'll find the lesson as enlightening as he will." Turning to look over his shoulder, he nodded to Motormaster. "Pay attention today, there's more affective ways than beatings to bring your troops to heal."
"I'm going to bring down the barrier now, and he's going to go in and cuff you. I do suggest you behave yourself."
Starscream snorted and laughed. "Or what, you'll make it worse? We both know you won't kill me."
Motormaster shifted a bit, optics lighting up excitedly.
"No, I won't, but it will be worse for you if you don't co-operate. Motormaster knows exactly what will happen."
Starscream took a greater interest in the semi now, his puffed up stance, the restraining of his engine, the way he clenched and unclenched his hands, and the way he was staring at him. A smirk crept up Megatron's face when the seeker stiffened, wings held high and wide. Defensive.
"Now now, Starscream. Nothing has to happen. You just need to behave." Powering down the cell's field, he waved Motormaster through. "And remember- you're going to want to behave yourself."
"What are you up to? This isn't your usual mode of operation, and I don't think I like it." There was some shuffling in the cell as Motormaster worked his way in- both were large mechs, and the cell wasn't the most spacious. An extra wordless insult to Starscream whenever he was left to stew in captivity. But the cuffs were on now, and Starscream was walking out, warily stiff and trying to keep his distance from a too close Motormaster. Megatron said nothing, just looking on with a smile. Once they were in front of their lord, Motormaster grabbed Starscream by his bound arms and laid a heavy hand on his shoulder, trying to force him down. Starscream resisted, locking eyes with Megatron. Whether in defiance or seeking confirmation, one really never knew.
"On your knees, Starscream. You do want to behave for this, don't you?" Oh, but this was nice. The jet, glaring venom, gave in and allowed himself to buckle.
"And if I do not want?"
"I think you could do with a little of the unknown. Mystery is the spice of life, or so I've heard." A snap of his fingers had Motormaster producing a cube of energon from his subspace, along with a wide, shallow bowl. Such a charmingly obedient soldier, Motormaster. The bowl was placed in front of Megatron, and he raised his hand, holding it above it. Starscream shifted nervously on his knees.
"What's the bowl for, then?"
"I do abhor waste, my dear commander. With resources as scarce as they are, the very idea of wasting a drop of energon is repellent. Wouldn't you agree." Motormaster poured part of the cube over the outstretched forearm and hand, as it twisted and flexed, catching the glowing fluid in its joints and covering as much surface as he could. After half a cube, Megatron held up his other hand, calling for a cease. The gestalt leader stepped back, powerful pistons stirring and grinding in wait and tension. Starscream was looking less and less confused, and trying to mask revoltion.
"My, what a mess. Be a shame to squander it, don't you think, Starscream?" The jet said nothing, mouth tight and eyes lit with malice. "Clean it up."
When his second didn't budge, Megatron moved toward him. Starscream tried to jerk back, but was pushed forward by the wall of Motormaster's bulk behind him. He tilted his head to the side, but stifled a wince as Megatron lay a thumb pad on his lip. His vents were open now, huffing and indignant and angry. So very angry.
"I'm going to give you two choices. Let it not be said I am without generosity." Megatron smirked, revelling in this, a true victory for his place in command. "You may lick me clean, and do it of your own volition. Or you may go with Motormaster." An engine revved before sputtering as the semi tried to stifle it, and Megatron smiled. "I know which one he'd like you to pick, but what do you choose? It's your choice, after all."
"To lick you or the ground-pounder? I wouldn't call that much of an option."
"Oh no no no, Starscream." Megatron rubbed his thumb over the lip. He'd always wanted to touch, had certainly tried before. This was far from how he'd wanted it to be, but-
"If you should go with Motormaster, he may have you perform the same task, but that's hardly where it will end. He's so young, you see, and so very curious. Most of your brethren don't spend much time with the ground based troops, and he's quite eager to learn about your workings. Hands on experience is always the best way to go. Learning by trying new things. Really getting in there to poke and prod and follow a line, see where it leads. Oh, and let's not forget his gestalt. Sharing builds morale. Help each other learn." Motormaster couldn't stop his engine from its next heavy rev. His hand shook where it held Starscream down. The jet looked like he wanted to be sick, or attack. "Mind you, he won't be allowed to crack you open, and you don't have to participate, but you will be an invaluable learning tool. And he may explore you however he wishes, so long as he does not cause damage. You said so yourself- you're too valuable to be killed."
"You disgust me."
"So you choose Motormaster then? Alright, you heard the Commander, off you go-"
Starscream opened his mouth around the thumb, touching it with the barest hint of his tongue.
"Good jet."
No one moved and there were a few moments of silence. Megatron waited. Everyone knew what had to happen now, and he was just going to allow it to proceed. Starscream was the one to continue, likely wanting to get out of the situation as quickly as possible. Furtive licks up and down black fingers, as little contact being made as possible while trying to lap up the energon dripping copiously from each digit.
"That's not very efficient Starscream. Perhaps you should suckle them." He didn't know who's reaction was more entertaining- Motormaster's overwhelming arousal or Starscream's shocked rage.
"Come on then- get to it!"
Vents gusting with fury, Starscream balked before actually managing to take Megatron's pinky into his mouth. He tried to just use his lips and the tip of his tongue, but that would be too simple. He fought a gag as the finger he was lipping was pushed further into his mouth, stroking his tongue and the inner parts of his dental plate. His jaw clenched, hard on the joint. There was a creak and a groan-
"Continue Starscream. Please. You'll make Motormaster's shift." The bite lessened. Starscream released the finger and grimaced, clenching his eyes shut, as it slowly pulled out, caressing as it exited.
"Next one. Come now, you're doing so well." The next finger Starscream was quick to bring in, and he pulled his own head off of it while locking his lips into a tight seal. It pulled off with an embarrassing pop, but he'd gotten the energon off quickly. He treated the next finger the same way, trying to get the task done, but when he got to the index finger, Megatron put both it and his thumb into Starscream's mouth at the same time, leaving him no choice but to lick, the digits keeping his mouth open and his head immobile. With his lips parted wide as they were, it didn't take long for his oral lubricants to pool and start to dribble. In reflex, Starscream tried to duck and wipe it off on his shoulder.
"You will leave it. Continue." Megatron gently removed his fingers, and offered his arm. Starscream stared, face tight, jaw working back and forth and sucking his lips in to chew on them, unable to wipe his face or do anything about the psychological effect of what he'd been doing, and was going to do. "Starscream- you're not finished. Continue."
The pliable metal of his second's tongue swept up his arm in rough, disdainful strokes, efficient and thorough, and trying not to make the situation worse. Light trails of energon moved far up the arm, to the elbow, and Starscream had to rise from his defensive kneeling crouch to get at them all, maneuvering around the arm, face in intense concentration, searching and cleaning, destroying each trace as best he could. The path of drool dripped lightly from his chin now, and his discomfort was palpable.
It was so nice to finally have him on his knees, and pliant. Obedient. Megatron remembered the youngest mech in the room. Yes. Obedient. And that did so deserve some reward, if not the most optimal of one.
Starscream was preparing to pull back, task done, when he was stopped by a light hand on the back of his helm. "It's in the joints. It's seeped rather far in. You'll have to clean that too." Starscream started what he hoped would be the last of his punishment at the elbow, working his tongue in around each piece of the joint, finding the hidden drops by taste alone. Megatron rumbled in approval, and the jet faltered when he felt the hand on his head begin to stroke him, thumbing the grooves of his helmet, then spreading its fingers to smooth down the whole helm, back and forth, up and down. The indignities of today were simply piling on. Megatron thought the jet might be sick when he got to the individual structures of the palm and he'd allowed his fans to flare on in pleasure, but Starscream had regained his composure quickly and pulled away, task done.
A few more strokes to the upturned helm, now staring past him instead of into his optics, and Megatron stepped back, studying both Starscream, back to his beginning crouch, and Motormaster, still keeping guard behind him. He stepped to join his soldier.
"Motormaster. You've been patient and an excellent help this whole session. I think you deserve the same treatment. Step to the front."
"HOW DARE YOU- AFTER ALL THAT- YOU CANNOT JUST-"
"Or you could be taking him back to your quarters tonight. We'll see."
Starscream fell silent, seething. Motormaster poured the last of the cube onto his own arm, and Starscream repeated his previous acts, unable to stop some of his own gags of disgust this time, likely with the knowledge that he was tasting the oil and plating of a cybertronian who lived and operated in the dirt and mud and organic peelings of this planet. Megatron found himself amused at the combination of rough possessiveness and gentle reverence Motormaster was treating Starscream with. After looking to Megatron for permission for each, he'd seemed to enjoy stroking Starscream's helm and face with the softest, most exploratory touches and then just as eagerly pushing the jet's face into his hand or grabbing his jaw to tilt it up, so that he could watch Starscream work. Ah, to be young and the world still so new.
With Motormaster finished, Starscream's plating was rattling with anger he could not vent. Megatron crooked his finger and the semi returned to his post. Megatron picked up the bowl where it had been left, the drippings from both his and the stunticons' gestalt master collected tidily.
"We're almost done for the day, my dear jet. Just the leavings to tidy away." Megatron cupped Starscream's jaw, and found himself savouring the moment he had found. Starscream had clenched his eyes shut, refusing to meet his gaze, or so much as glare past him. Never before had he done this, surrendered so utterly, just given in and taken a punishment he'd received one on one. His pleading was common with a death threat over him, his begging from the ground for mercy. But during punishment he'd always kept his eyes open. Defied. Dared.
Not today. The humiliation was too much. Face tilted up, Megatron stroked his second's cheek a few times, then brought the bowl to his lips. Starscream drank what he could, some of it escaping his mouth and sliding from the corner's of his lips, dripping down his neck and chassis. The bowl empty, Megatron caught those too, brought them up and wiped them on the inside of his second's mouth and tongue. For the rest, he unsubspaced a cloth, and wiped the remaining traces away. Finished, he waved Motormaster to let Starscream out of his bonds, and help him to his feet.
"Are we done here, my lord? Are you satisfied?"
"Mm. Yes, air commander, I believe we are. You're dismissed." Starscream walked off without hesitation. When he reached the door, Megatron stopped him for the cap of the evening.
"Oh, and Starscream. Should you feel it your place to repeat the actions that brought you here in the first place, I'd be happy to do this again. Depending on my mood, I might even be generous enough to share the experience with Motormaster. Or whoever else may have earned it. The Combaticons come to mind- they've worked hard of late, and I'd like to ensure their loyalty."
Starscream was rigid. "Understood, my lord."
"For minor infractions, I could always just show a recording of today's events. Less hard on you, I'm sure."
The jet whirled, outraged. "That is a military breach of brig confidentiality among a crew! You wouldn't-"
"Oh, I'd hate to have to use it, but I could Starscream. I always could."
Ah. There was that familiar hate. The usual wordless promise of mutiny and death.
Starscream spun on his heel and marched down the hall.
Megatron smiled. He'd see how long it was before he could enjoy another session of this. And there would be other sessions.
It was Starscream, after all.