In which I steal and pervert a 50-kinks challenge.
As is a habit of mine, I stole a shiny prompt list that caught my attention. The general concept is "fifty kinky ways to treat your lover" and I decided to attempt it. However, to keep things interesting, I've decided not to do one pairing, or one person paired with multiples. I am focusing my stories on the four top-ranking officers: Megatron and Starscream, Optimus and Prowl, and their various romantic conquests---which results in a nearly-infinite number of pairings available, all of which will feature at least one of the four above-mentioned officers.
So without further ado, I present: Megatron/Starscream and Megatron/Ramjet: Losing Paint.
Title: "Bait and Switch"
Author: Kyra Neko-Rei
Prompt: "Losing Paint"
Continuity: G1
Rating: NC-17. Not particularly explicit tonight, but better safe.
Pairings: Megatron/Ramjet, Megatron/Starscream, Dirge/Thrust/Ramjet implied.
Warnings: BDSM.
Disclaimer: It sure as hell ain't mine.
Acknowledgments: Ramjet's characterization is primarily inspired by "Love Maulings" by poptartodoom. Good story. Go read, if you haven't.
Summary: Ramjet likes rough sex a lot more than either of his bondmates do. Starscream likes to annoy Megatron. Megatron likes to respond to Starscream's annoyance with violence. How to make everyone happy?
Losing Paint --- Megatron/Ramjet. "Bait and Switch"
Starscream walked down one of the Decepticon base's hallways, happily contemplating a fantasy involving himself, a shockstick, and a chained-up Megatron. He'd been playing out the idea in his head all morning and had gotten his commander, over the hours, to a point of pliability unlikely to ever happen in real life. The fantasy Megatron had just started begging---at Starscream's orders---for more punishment and humiliation, when Starscream was jolted back into reality by two blows that felt rather like Superion was behind them; he offlined, coming to half a second later as he impacted with the floor.
Onlining his optics, he found himself face-to-face with Dirge. Thrust was picking himself off of Starscream's legs, grimacing and looking a bit worried.
"Sorry, Sir," Dirge said.
Being called "Sir" generally pacified Starscream somewhat, but his interrupted fantasy had been providing much more than that, and he snarled, "What are you doing?" at the lower-ranking Seeker, lifting a fist with the vague intent of doing violence to any part of Dirge that stayed in reach.
"Sorry," Dirge said again. "Ramjet's in an amorous mood and we decided it was best to be elsewhere."
"Why did you bond with him anyway, if that's such a bad thing?" Starscream snapped incredulously, in no mood to be forgiving. Thrust was up and looking anxiously down the corridor; Dirge was slowly edging backwards but still sitting on Starscream's legs. Starscream considered activating his null rays and laying them both out for Ramjet to find, but that would mean several days of Dirge and Thrust sulking, followed by the inevitable revenge from the pair of them, and Starscream had no wish to deal with that, especially when one of Megatron's idiotic plans was scheduled to come to fruition in the next few days, at which point Starscream would explain to Megatron for the thousandth time why it would never work, Megatron would display a pointed lack of gratitude for his second's expertese, the plan would backfire spectacularlyor at the very least simply fail, and Megatron would display an even more pointed lack of gratitude for his second's foresight, ending with Starscream in a position quite similar to the one he'd lately been imagining Megatron in, with a fusion cannon in his face for good measure.
It was Thrust who answered his question. "There were six of us, once," he said quietly, a faraway look in his optics. "A couple of the others liked the pain games the way he does."
Starscream, reminded none-too-gently of Skyfire, wilted a bit at that. "Oh." Dirge stood up, and he and Thrust helped the Air Commander to his feet.
"Wish he'd bother Motormaster or something," grumbled Dirge, "when he wants to play 'smash and get smashed.'"
Starscream smiled at that, then frowned. "Motormaster's out on patrol today," he remembered.
Ramjet chose that moment to appear at the end of the corridor; Dirge swore and Thrust backed away. Starscream studied the third Conehead for a moment, thinking, and then smiled as a beautiful, exquisite, perfect idea blossomed in his CPU. "Hey . . . I think I've got an idea . . ." He caught Thrust by the wing tip with one hand and waved at Ramjet with the other, grin lighting up his face. "Hey, Ramjet . . . I just thought of how to get you some special attention . . ."
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Ramjet's maniacal giggling made it sound like all the blows to the head he'd taken in his life were having an adverse effect on his circuitry, and Starscream shook his head. "Try and pitch that higher, Ramjet, he's not going to fall for it if you don't sound like me."
Ramjet obediently raised the pitch of his voice, and the giggles began to sound like a passable imitation of Starscream. Dirge thought Ramjet sounded like a drunken hyena, like the one from the animated lion movie that only giggled and never talked, but refrained from saying so; if Ramjet didn’t hit him for it, Starscream would.
Thrust looked over from where he was working on what looked like an impact crater on the wall. They were at a three-way intersection of one of the base's interior corridors, and there was now a hole into the wall facing the offshoot hallway which led to the command center. The wall was a load-bearing one, several meters thick and studded with thick metal columns; in between these there was a sort of honeycomed concrete mess, and Thrust had just finished scraping out enough for the top half of a seeker to fit in fairly snugly. It would be quite claustrophobic, and neither he nor Dirge nor Starscream himself would ever consider getting into it deliberately, but amidst their planning Ramjet had stated that amongst his varied fetishes was a liking for the closed-in feeling that sent most flyers panicking. "OK, Ramjet, in you go."
"The paint itches," Ramjet complained. "The backs of my wings itch and I can't reach them!" Starscream grinned and amiably ran his fingers roughly over Ramjet's wings, and the conehead flexed them into Starscream's hands, purring. "I guess I owe you that, at least," the Air Commander said genially, snickering. "OK, in you get."
Starscream stood back, admiring the visible results of a better plan than anything Megatron could come up with, as Dirge and Thrust lifted Ramjet up and inserted him headfirst into the hole in the wall. Wings scraped against concrete; Starscream and the two coneheads flinched at the sound and Ramjet shivered and moaned happily. Finally Thrust and Dirge stepped back to view their handiwork: Ramjet's aft and legs, painted to look like Starscream's, protruded from the wall as though he'd forgotten he needed to turn the corner and tried to blast his way through the wall.
"OK, time for phase two," Starscream announced. "Sit tight, Ramjet," he smacked the other jet's aft lightly for good measure, and the trapped Seeker writhed and whimpered. Thrust and Dirge headed for the lift to the exit, and Starscream headed for the command center. He had a commander to drive into a blind rage, and the sooner he managed to do that, the less Ramjet would have to wait.
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Thundercracker nodded to Starscream as the Air Commander entered the room; Skywarp stood up from his computer console and left the room, one optic flashing off in a quick wink as he passed his scheming trinemate. Starscream, for his part, walked over to where Megatron was sitting at another computer console, working on his latest travesty of a battle plan, and, planting one hand on each of Megatron's shoulders, leaned down to look. "That," he said, scathing as ever, "is the most idiotic thing you've ever conceived of, Megatron. And you've come up with some really stupid ones."
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Skywarp and Thundercracker had a bet going as to how long it would take for Megatron to lose his temper. It didn't take long, and Skywarp happily contemplated an extra ration of energon as Starscream burst out the door and into his wingmate's grasp; the purple Seeker engaged his teleporter and a second later they were topside, with Dirge and Thrust waiting. Skywarp let go of his commander and disappeared; the other three transformed and were airborne in seconds, and down in the command center Soundwave looked down at his radar screen to note that the conehead trine were starting off on their assigned patrol, right on schedule. Megatron was wrestling with the door, which Starscream seemed to have jammed in his hasty retreat, and Soundwave rose from his seat to assist him. The instant their combined efforts got the door open, Skywarp appeared their midst and promptly fell over into both of them, laughing his aft off.
"Thunder!" he gasped out to his trinemate on the other side of the room. "Guess . . . hahahahahaha! Guess what . . . ha-ha-happened to . . . hahahahaha . . . to Starscream!"
Megatron, very interested in what might have happened to Starscream just now, pulled him mostly upright by one wing. "Do tell me." Skywarp took one look at the warlord's face and burst into giggles a second time. Ohhh, yes, this was going to be perfect.
"He flew . . . down . . . the hall . . . and . . . hahahaha . . . missed the . . . the . . . forgot to . . . hahahaha . . . pit with it . . . come see," he gasped out; reaching one arm out to Thundercracker and the other to grip Megatron's shoulder, he teleported both of them to the juncture in the hallways, where a pair of furiously kicking white and blue legs and a red aft were sticking out of a hole in the badly dented, broken wall. Megatron stared for half a second and then burst out laughing.
"Ohhhh," he practically purred as once he finally calmed down enough to speak. "This I am going to enjoy. Skywarp, teleport into my office; in the middle drawer on the right side of my desk are some . . . toys. Bring me the electrowhip and the shockstick and the . . . oh, just bring the entire drawer." One of the trapped Seeker's feet kicked out wildly at this pronouncement, catching Megatron hard in the midsection; he doubled over and grimaced. "You will regret that, Starscream. Thoroughly."
Skywarp teleported back in momentarily, a drawer full of restraints and pain-causing implements in his arms; he set them down and Megatron waved the pair of snickering Seekers off.
Picking up a U-shaped piece of metal from the drawer, Megatron caught the foot that had kicked him, forced it down to meet the wall, and drove the metal bracket into the concrete, pinning the leg to the wall; he repeated the process with the other one, stapling it down, then stood there for a moment, happily contemplating the Seeker's spread legs and unprotected aft.
Then, voice rich with amusement, said, "There is justice in this universe, Starscream. You're about to become intimately familiar with it," and struck the Seeker's aft with the electrowhip as hard as he could.
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Flying towards the shore in between Thrust and Dirge, Starscream snickered at the security-camera images Thundercracker was transmitting to him. Dirge swung slightly closer and said, "Thanks, Commander! Better him than us, any day." All three Seekers laughed, flying lazily into the sunset.
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Half an hour later, Megatron paused and dropped the shockstick, confused. He'd been dealing with his treacherous second-in-command for eons, and tonight he wasn't acting like normal at all. Megatron was simply lashing out at him tonight, hard, fast, and brutal; Starscream should've been apologizing and pleading for mercy at least twenty minutes ago, and that wasn't even factoring in the Seeker's innate claustrophobia. Besides that, there had been several points at which, if Megatron didn't know better, he'd swear the Seeker was going through an overload, and Starscream had never been a true, through-and-through masochist to get off on straight pain.
Optics traveled over the jet's exposed legs and aft. Something wasn't quite right there. Not that he stared at his second’s aft on a regular basis or anything, but something was shaped a bit different than he remembered it.
He peered at one point where the paint was beginning to come off, and attacked it with the shockstick; bits of paint began to flake away, revealing blue underneath.
Not Starscream-blue.
Ramjet-blue.
Megatron yanked both bracket restraints out of the wall, and then pulled out the jet. Sure enough, he found himself face-to-face with a very satiated conehead Seeker, rather than the Air Commander he’d been expecting.
Well, that explained that. As for the rest---
Megatron thought back to the events leading up to this. Starscream coming up out of nowhere and quite deliberately pissing him off, more blatantly than usual. Skywarp teleporting in from Primus knew where, saying Starscream had hit the wall . . . and Ramjet's wings and head weren't nearly damaged enough for him to have crashed into the wall; a hole had been dug for him, and he'd been repainted and placed there, for Megatron to find and punish in Starscream's stead. Oh.
Megatron shook his head in bemused admiration.
He'd been well and truly had. Well done, Starscream. Not quite good enough, but then, Starscream had never been any good at thinking things through enough to hold onto any successes he'd attained.
Ramjet brought Megatron's attention back to the present again, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, wings shredded and ridiculous happy grin on his face. "Were you in on it?" Megatron asked out of curiosity. Ramjet nodded, squirming a bit. Ahhh; that last overload had been several minutes ago. Megatron considered for half a minute, and then kicked the box of implements at him. "Find something to your liking in there, and play with yourself," he ordered smoothly. Hmmm, he'd have to do that to Starscream sometime. Meantime . . . he had Ramjet to play with. The conehead Seeker liked pain games, and had been bonded to two similar-minded mechs along with Dirge and Thrust and another mech that had died; perhaps he had a few experiences that Megatron could adapt for use on Starscream . . .
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It was the middle of the night when Starscream, Thrust and Dirge returned from their patrol; the command center was dark and Starscream met no one on his way to his quarters. He was happy; he'd annoyed Megatron to the point of blind fury and then escaped, arranged for Megatron's wrath to fall harmlessly elsewhere, put two of his subordinates in his debt, and to top it all off, had been given ample time to continue the fantasy that Dirge and Thrust had interrupted earlier. Images of Megatron writhing at his feet, pleasuring himself at Starscream's command and stopping at the brink of overload multiple times until he begged, repeatedly, to be allowed to continue, and when given permission, begging to be denied just one more time, had Starscream's circuits blazing as he typed in the access code to his quarters. He vaguely wondered how many times he'd be overloading himself before he fell into recharge; the fantasy was better than most he'd had.
The door slid open and he stepped inside, not bothering with the lights as he moved towards his recharge platform.
Megatron was standing next to it, arms crossed over his chestplate and smiling.
Behind Starscream, the door clicked shut and locked.
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So without further ado, I present: Megatron/Starscream and Megatron/Ramjet: Losing Paint.
Title: "Bait and Switch"
Author: Kyra Neko-Rei
Prompt: "Losing Paint"
Continuity: G1
Rating: NC-17. Not particularly explicit tonight, but better safe.
Pairings: Megatron/Ramjet, Megatron/Starscream, Dirge/Thrust/Ramjet implied.
Warnings: BDSM.
Disclaimer: It sure as hell ain't mine.
Acknowledgments: Ramjet's characterization is primarily inspired by "Love Maulings" by poptartodoom. Good story. Go read, if you haven't.
Summary: Ramjet likes rough sex a lot more than either of his bondmates do. Starscream likes to annoy Megatron. Megatron likes to respond to Starscream's annoyance with violence. How to make everyone happy?
Losing Paint --- Megatron/Ramjet. "Bait and Switch"
Starscream walked down one of the Decepticon base's hallways, happily contemplating a fantasy involving himself, a shockstick, and a chained-up Megatron. He'd been playing out the idea in his head all morning and had gotten his commander, over the hours, to a point of pliability unlikely to ever happen in real life. The fantasy Megatron had just started begging---at Starscream's orders---for more punishment and humiliation, when Starscream was jolted back into reality by two blows that felt rather like Superion was behind them; he offlined, coming to half a second later as he impacted with the floor.
Onlining his optics, he found himself face-to-face with Dirge. Thrust was picking himself off of Starscream's legs, grimacing and looking a bit worried.
"Sorry, Sir," Dirge said.
Being called "Sir" generally pacified Starscream somewhat, but his interrupted fantasy had been providing much more than that, and he snarled, "What are you doing?" at the lower-ranking Seeker, lifting a fist with the vague intent of doing violence to any part of Dirge that stayed in reach.
"Sorry," Dirge said again. "Ramjet's in an amorous mood and we decided it was best to be elsewhere."
"Why did you bond with him anyway, if that's such a bad thing?" Starscream snapped incredulously, in no mood to be forgiving. Thrust was up and looking anxiously down the corridor; Dirge was slowly edging backwards but still sitting on Starscream's legs. Starscream considered activating his null rays and laying them both out for Ramjet to find, but that would mean several days of Dirge and Thrust sulking, followed by the inevitable revenge from the pair of them, and Starscream had no wish to deal with that, especially when one of Megatron's idiotic plans was scheduled to come to fruition in the next few days, at which point Starscream would explain to Megatron for the thousandth time why it would never work, Megatron would display a pointed lack of gratitude for his second's expertese, the plan would backfire spectacularlyor at the very least simply fail, and Megatron would display an even more pointed lack of gratitude for his second's foresight, ending with Starscream in a position quite similar to the one he'd lately been imagining Megatron in, with a fusion cannon in his face for good measure.
It was Thrust who answered his question. "There were six of us, once," he said quietly, a faraway look in his optics. "A couple of the others liked the pain games the way he does."
Starscream, reminded none-too-gently of Skyfire, wilted a bit at that. "Oh." Dirge stood up, and he and Thrust helped the Air Commander to his feet.
"Wish he'd bother Motormaster or something," grumbled Dirge, "when he wants to play 'smash and get smashed.'"
Starscream smiled at that, then frowned. "Motormaster's out on patrol today," he remembered.
Ramjet chose that moment to appear at the end of the corridor; Dirge swore and Thrust backed away. Starscream studied the third Conehead for a moment, thinking, and then smiled as a beautiful, exquisite, perfect idea blossomed in his CPU. "Hey . . . I think I've got an idea . . ." He caught Thrust by the wing tip with one hand and waved at Ramjet with the other, grin lighting up his face. "Hey, Ramjet . . . I just thought of how to get you some special attention . . ."
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Ramjet's maniacal giggling made it sound like all the blows to the head he'd taken in his life were having an adverse effect on his circuitry, and Starscream shook his head. "Try and pitch that higher, Ramjet, he's not going to fall for it if you don't sound like me."
Ramjet obediently raised the pitch of his voice, and the giggles began to sound like a passable imitation of Starscream. Dirge thought Ramjet sounded like a drunken hyena, like the one from the animated lion movie that only giggled and never talked, but refrained from saying so; if Ramjet didn’t hit him for it, Starscream would.
Thrust looked over from where he was working on what looked like an impact crater on the wall. They were at a three-way intersection of one of the base's interior corridors, and there was now a hole into the wall facing the offshoot hallway which led to the command center. The wall was a load-bearing one, several meters thick and studded with thick metal columns; in between these there was a sort of honeycomed concrete mess, and Thrust had just finished scraping out enough for the top half of a seeker to fit in fairly snugly. It would be quite claustrophobic, and neither he nor Dirge nor Starscream himself would ever consider getting into it deliberately, but amidst their planning Ramjet had stated that amongst his varied fetishes was a liking for the closed-in feeling that sent most flyers panicking. "OK, Ramjet, in you go."
"The paint itches," Ramjet complained. "The backs of my wings itch and I can't reach them!" Starscream grinned and amiably ran his fingers roughly over Ramjet's wings, and the conehead flexed them into Starscream's hands, purring. "I guess I owe you that, at least," the Air Commander said genially, snickering. "OK, in you get."
Starscream stood back, admiring the visible results of a better plan than anything Megatron could come up with, as Dirge and Thrust lifted Ramjet up and inserted him headfirst into the hole in the wall. Wings scraped against concrete; Starscream and the two coneheads flinched at the sound and Ramjet shivered and moaned happily. Finally Thrust and Dirge stepped back to view their handiwork: Ramjet's aft and legs, painted to look like Starscream's, protruded from the wall as though he'd forgotten he needed to turn the corner and tried to blast his way through the wall.
"OK, time for phase two," Starscream announced. "Sit tight, Ramjet," he smacked the other jet's aft lightly for good measure, and the trapped Seeker writhed and whimpered. Thrust and Dirge headed for the lift to the exit, and Starscream headed for the command center. He had a commander to drive into a blind rage, and the sooner he managed to do that, the less Ramjet would have to wait.
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Thundercracker nodded to Starscream as the Air Commander entered the room; Skywarp stood up from his computer console and left the room, one optic flashing off in a quick wink as he passed his scheming trinemate. Starscream, for his part, walked over to where Megatron was sitting at another computer console, working on his latest travesty of a battle plan, and, planting one hand on each of Megatron's shoulders, leaned down to look. "That," he said, scathing as ever, "is the most idiotic thing you've ever conceived of, Megatron. And you've come up with some really stupid ones."
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Skywarp and Thundercracker had a bet going as to how long it would take for Megatron to lose his temper. It didn't take long, and Skywarp happily contemplated an extra ration of energon as Starscream burst out the door and into his wingmate's grasp; the purple Seeker engaged his teleporter and a second later they were topside, with Dirge and Thrust waiting. Skywarp let go of his commander and disappeared; the other three transformed and were airborne in seconds, and down in the command center Soundwave looked down at his radar screen to note that the conehead trine were starting off on their assigned patrol, right on schedule. Megatron was wrestling with the door, which Starscream seemed to have jammed in his hasty retreat, and Soundwave rose from his seat to assist him. The instant their combined efforts got the door open, Skywarp appeared their midst and promptly fell over into both of them, laughing his aft off.
"Thunder!" he gasped out to his trinemate on the other side of the room. "Guess . . . hahahahahaha! Guess what . . . ha-ha-happened to . . . hahahahaha . . . to Starscream!"
Megatron, very interested in what might have happened to Starscream just now, pulled him mostly upright by one wing. "Do tell me." Skywarp took one look at the warlord's face and burst into giggles a second time. Ohhh, yes, this was going to be perfect.
"He flew . . . down . . . the hall . . . and . . . hahahaha . . . missed the . . . the . . . forgot to . . . hahahaha . . . pit with it . . . come see," he gasped out; reaching one arm out to Thundercracker and the other to grip Megatron's shoulder, he teleported both of them to the juncture in the hallways, where a pair of furiously kicking white and blue legs and a red aft were sticking out of a hole in the badly dented, broken wall. Megatron stared for half a second and then burst out laughing.
"Ohhhh," he practically purred as once he finally calmed down enough to speak. "This I am going to enjoy. Skywarp, teleport into my office; in the middle drawer on the right side of my desk are some . . . toys. Bring me the electrowhip and the shockstick and the . . . oh, just bring the entire drawer." One of the trapped Seeker's feet kicked out wildly at this pronouncement, catching Megatron hard in the midsection; he doubled over and grimaced. "You will regret that, Starscream. Thoroughly."
Skywarp teleported back in momentarily, a drawer full of restraints and pain-causing implements in his arms; he set them down and Megatron waved the pair of snickering Seekers off.
Picking up a U-shaped piece of metal from the drawer, Megatron caught the foot that had kicked him, forced it down to meet the wall, and drove the metal bracket into the concrete, pinning the leg to the wall; he repeated the process with the other one, stapling it down, then stood there for a moment, happily contemplating the Seeker's spread legs and unprotected aft.
Then, voice rich with amusement, said, "There is justice in this universe, Starscream. You're about to become intimately familiar with it," and struck the Seeker's aft with the electrowhip as hard as he could.
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Flying towards the shore in between Thrust and Dirge, Starscream snickered at the security-camera images Thundercracker was transmitting to him. Dirge swung slightly closer and said, "Thanks, Commander! Better him than us, any day." All three Seekers laughed, flying lazily into the sunset.
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Half an hour later, Megatron paused and dropped the shockstick, confused. He'd been dealing with his treacherous second-in-command for eons, and tonight he wasn't acting like normal at all. Megatron was simply lashing out at him tonight, hard, fast, and brutal; Starscream should've been apologizing and pleading for mercy at least twenty minutes ago, and that wasn't even factoring in the Seeker's innate claustrophobia. Besides that, there had been several points at which, if Megatron didn't know better, he'd swear the Seeker was going through an overload, and Starscream had never been a true, through-and-through masochist to get off on straight pain.
Optics traveled over the jet's exposed legs and aft. Something wasn't quite right there. Not that he stared at his second’s aft on a regular basis or anything, but something was shaped a bit different than he remembered it.
He peered at one point where the paint was beginning to come off, and attacked it with the shockstick; bits of paint began to flake away, revealing blue underneath.
Not Starscream-blue.
Ramjet-blue.
Megatron yanked both bracket restraints out of the wall, and then pulled out the jet. Sure enough, he found himself face-to-face with a very satiated conehead Seeker, rather than the Air Commander he’d been expecting.
Well, that explained that. As for the rest---
Megatron thought back to the events leading up to this. Starscream coming up out of nowhere and quite deliberately pissing him off, more blatantly than usual. Skywarp teleporting in from Primus knew where, saying Starscream had hit the wall . . . and Ramjet's wings and head weren't nearly damaged enough for him to have crashed into the wall; a hole had been dug for him, and he'd been repainted and placed there, for Megatron to find and punish in Starscream's stead. Oh.
Megatron shook his head in bemused admiration.
He'd been well and truly had. Well done, Starscream. Not quite good enough, but then, Starscream had never been any good at thinking things through enough to hold onto any successes he'd attained.
Ramjet brought Megatron's attention back to the present again, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, wings shredded and ridiculous happy grin on his face. "Were you in on it?" Megatron asked out of curiosity. Ramjet nodded, squirming a bit. Ahhh; that last overload had been several minutes ago. Megatron considered for half a minute, and then kicked the box of implements at him. "Find something to your liking in there, and play with yourself," he ordered smoothly. Hmmm, he'd have to do that to Starscream sometime. Meantime . . . he had Ramjet to play with. The conehead Seeker liked pain games, and had been bonded to two similar-minded mechs along with Dirge and Thrust and another mech that had died; perhaps he had a few experiences that Megatron could adapt for use on Starscream . . .
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It was the middle of the night when Starscream, Thrust and Dirge returned from their patrol; the command center was dark and Starscream met no one on his way to his quarters. He was happy; he'd annoyed Megatron to the point of blind fury and then escaped, arranged for Megatron's wrath to fall harmlessly elsewhere, put two of his subordinates in his debt, and to top it all off, had been given ample time to continue the fantasy that Dirge and Thrust had interrupted earlier. Images of Megatron writhing at his feet, pleasuring himself at Starscream's command and stopping at the brink of overload multiple times until he begged, repeatedly, to be allowed to continue, and when given permission, begging to be denied just one more time, had Starscream's circuits blazing as he typed in the access code to his quarters. He vaguely wondered how many times he'd be overloading himself before he fell into recharge; the fantasy was better than most he'd had.
The door slid open and he stepped inside, not bothering with the lights as he moved towards his recharge platform.
Megatron was standing next to it, arms crossed over his chestplate and smiling.
Behind Starscream, the door clicked shut and locked.
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