[Location: Megatron's fort]

[fierceawakening]

G1 Megatron

[OOC We didn't want to spend too much time doing setup posts, so... assume that the relative quietness from G1 Megatron and G1 Starscream are due to their finding and spiffing up this location previous to now. We've been meaning to apply for it for a while anyway, so there you go. Mods, can we get a "Megatron's fort" tag?

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[neonstilettos]

*Having received the coordinates of the fort from Megatron and flown there, Starscream transforms, lands, and invites himself in. He arrives not long after Megatron, but hasn't seen Megatron and doesn't realize he's already here.*

*He peers around the foyer, nose wrinkling slightly at the dusty, obviously long-disused interior* Why am I not surprised that that old slagger was too lazy to even clean the place...

*Quickly losing interesting in the foyer, he barges through the next door to explore. He snickers at the sight of a podium and large banners in the next room-- Megatron's over-inflated sense of self-importance really had no limits. He had to admit that the giant, black-and-bright-purple Decepticon banners were a nice touch, though. Very tasteful. He grins in approval.*

*He peers through the door on the right-hand side of the room and sees a long table surrounded by chairs. And there's Megatron's out of control ego again-- as if there are that many Decepticons here who want to listen to him. Starscream giggles to himself at

[fierceawakening]

*Megatron hears the sound of Starscream moving through the halls. The Seeker can be quiet when stealth is needed, but he usually defaults to wanting any attention he can get. Especially from Megatron.*

*He listens for a moment to pinpoint the sound, then walks through the hallway, stopping at the door to the throne room.*

*His lip curls in rage as he hears another small sound. He might have known. Still, going right in there is a brazen move for his first entrance into their finished fort, and comes right on the heels of hacking and defacing Megatron's datapad.*

*The door slides open and he strides quickly and angrily inside, taking in the sight of the Seeker on his throne, his white wings flicking in lazy contentment, his optics dimmed and flickering as he daydreams, no doubt about some completely ridiculous future in which the faction caters happily to his equally ridiculous whims

[neonstilettos]

*Starscream is idly thinking about his small moment in the sun with the Combaticons-- they had been a good start but too glitched, all of them. Still, they had gone to show that he could have an army of his own. He could easily start small again, like he had with them-- but he'd revealed them too early. He needed more troops, a proper army, all of them chanting "All hail Starscream!" and gazing up at him with worshipful adoration--*

*Powerful hands digging painfully into his wings promptly shatter his fantasy and optics widen with a squeal of surprise. That grip could only belong to one mech...*

Megatron--! *Starscream barely has time to to react when Megatron yanks his wings sharply and hauls him off the throne. He lands very unceremoniously sprawled on his aft. If Megatron's facial expression and posture are any indication, the tyrant is Very. Not. Happy.*

*Starscream attempts a disarming chuckle and makes no move to rise, instead staring up at Megatron from the floor* Megatron! Lord Megatron. How-- how nice to see you here! Your

[fierceawakening]

*Megatron glowers fiercely, his optics bright*

Oh, I know exactly what you were doing, Starscream.

All of it.

*He pulls out the datapad, his dark fingers tightening around it hard enough to leave impressions in the metal. Snarling in disgust, he hurls it to the floor. It lands nearby, its screen glowing forlornly*

Just as you are already well aware you should not have been doing it.

*grabs him by the ailerons and wrenches them so hard that they nearly snap off*

Don't delude yourself that because this place is new, you have free rein in it.

Unless you want me to snap these off --

*pants, optics glinting*

-- and leave you that way when the others arrive, so that they can see full well what has happened to you.

[neonstilettos]

*despite his unfortunate position, Starscream feels a giggle coming on as he remembers the "helpful notes" left on Megatron's datapad. He quickly suppresses it, however, as he doesn't feel like losing an entire wing right now*

*Starscream wails in pain and squirms futilely as Megatron sharply bends his ailerons, knowing the exact amount of pressure to apply to keep them at that agonizing threshold just on the edge of breaking*

Noooo! Megatrooon! Please! I-- I didn't mean it! *whimpers pitifully* D-- don't damage me, I won't be able to fly! Even you wouldn't be foolish enough to ground your own air commander!

*Panting, Starscream continues his struggling, even though he's nowhere near strong enough to dislodge Megatron's vice-like grip* And others? Coming here? Then-- then surely you want me looking my best. You know, to make a good first impression, of course!

[fierceawakening]

*Megatron hears Starscream's half-giggle and growls in displeasure. Then his optics flash as the Seeker suppresses it, with obvious difficulty, and instead wails in protest.*

*He unceremoniously lets go, letting Starscream fall. Still, this isn't mercy, however he might feel his core temperature rising hearing the Seeker's pleas. His dark fists slam into Starscream's wing before he even finishes falling.*

*He speaks slowly, considering his words, as if nothing at all out of the ordinary were happening. He punctuates each short phrase with a punch, but hesitates until he is sure Starscream will understand what he is saying.*

Yes. Coming here. Wanting to negotiate an alliance. So they say.

*His fans kick on in spite of themselves as he finds his rhythm, his spark swirling and crackling as the Seeker's wings twitch under his assault.*

Best not to -- make such a fool of yourself -- that your crassness here becomes -- obvious to everyone.

[neonstilettos]

*A resounding clang sounds with every impact of Megatron's fist, echoed by a loud, shrill cry from Starscream. Megatron's calm, measured words set an agonizingly slow tempo as Starscream waits for each blow to fall*

*He hears Megatron's words but is distracted from listening by the delicate sheet metal of his wings buckling under Megatron's fists. After a moment each explosion of pain races through his circuits and settles in his spark, making it spin faster and hotter*

Ahh--! Alliance-- who-- Ahhh! *Starscream's attempts to speak are interrupted by his cries of pain and his fast, heavy panting*

*He can't hold back a slight smirk at the sound of Megatron's cooling fans; his wings twitch and shiver*

Mmm! --My crassness? Ohh--! *His cries grow steadily louder as Megatron's fists continue to fall on his over-sensitized flight sensors, sending violent pulses of sensation through his frame* Th-these dents are --nnnn! all y-your fault!

[fierceawakening]

Who?

*He stops suddenly, staring intently at Starscream, harsh pants cycling through his vents*

Let's just say it will take the highest measure of your self-control to deal with them.

*Smirking, he splays his fingers and runs them along the dents in Starscream's wings*

All -- my fault?

*He wraps his dark fingers around Starscream's ailerons and gives him a significant look.*

One might think you're -- trying to tell me -- that you did nothing to provoke this.

[neonstilettos]

*Starscream returns his stare with equal intensity*

Why am I not surprised that whoever you deem important enough to invite here would be summarily irritating?

*His wings are aching and sore from the beating they just received, all the sensors still clamoring. He can't hold in a soft, shaky moan when Megatron runs his cool hands over the warped metal. His wings shiver violently and he presses them into Megatron's hands*

Mmmm, yes. Your fault. *He tries to sound indignant and imperious, but Megatron touching his wings like that is increasingly distracting. His vents cycle even faster as his frame continues to heat* If you were a better leader we'd have no need of alliances with inferior mechs in the first place! Not to mention that I'm your second! You should value my helpful notes and input!

[fierceawakening]

Oh, I'd much prefer they fall back through whatever wormhole led us all here.

*smirks as Starscream presses his wings into his hands, knowing he has the Seeker exactly where he wants him*

Or do you think I invited them here merely to irritate you?

*His optics glint dangerously as Starscream launches into his rant.*

Value your input? Scrawled notes about how indignant you are that your quarters are smaller than mine?

You ought to know precisely what I think of that already.

*His hand twitches once. Then his fingers tighten slowly around the aileron.*

But since, apparently, you mean to tell me that you don't --

*With a quick, decisive motion, he twists the aileron again, snapping it off, and throwing it beside the dented datapad.*

[neonstilettos]

*Starscream tenses as he feels Megatron's hand clench on his aileron. Hearing the dark tone in his Leader's voice he whimpers in anticipatory dread*

*Sharp pain explodes through his wing when Megatron snaps the aileron free and he screams and screams. This wasn't the first time this had happened, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He slumps forward into a trembling heap at Megatron's feet, vents heaving. He feels a thin, warm trickle of energon down the surface of his wing.*

Lord Megatron, my Leader... *His vocalizer hitches in a sob* I-- I was wrong! Please... I didn't mean it!

*His optics flicker to the side, eyeing his discarded aileron, and even through the intense fame he feels a twinge of indignation that Megatron could have thrown the aileron-- a part of himself-- away so carelessly as if it were of no more value than the datapad. He keeps his mouth shut about it, though... for now.*

[fierceawakening]

Didn't mean it? *He smirks in cold amusement, running his fingers along the wound. The gesture seems almost careless, but actually Megatron is concentrating intently, eager for whatever reaction it yields, whether passion or fear or both.*

*He speaks slowly and in measured tones, not trusting himself to otherwise keep the hitching out of his voice as he listens to Starscream plead and sob.*

I gave you ample time to redeem yourself, and you chose not to use it.

And now you want to apologize.

Very well then. Perhaps I will let you, if you're creative enough about it.

[neonstilettos]

*The initial flare of pain through Starscream's wings fades to a smolder like hot coals under his plating, suffusing his entire frame with heat. His cooling fans hum loudly as they struggled to keep up and he cycles air faster and faster through his vents. His damaged wing twitches violently when Megatron runs his fingers over the snapped metal. He whimpers at the light touch on the delicate, over-stimulated sensors there and a powerful tremor wracks his frame.*

*He smirks on hearing Megatron's words, but wisely keeps his head down to hide the expression.*

Leader, please let me... *Panting, he inches forward along the floor and places a reverent kiss on one of Megatron's feet. He runs his tongue over the top of the foot, then kisses along its side* Mmmm, I'll be good...

[fierceawakening]

*Megatron cycles a loud pant through his intakes, feeling Starscream shiver violently and press against his hand. He draws it back, his fingers stained with Starscream's energon. His optics glint as he brings them close to his face and looks at the energon on them.*

*His spark whirls brightly in his chest as he watches Starscream crawl toward him. He fights to suppress a shiver as Starscream's lips and tongue trace along his foot.*

Nnn... will you, now?

*He grins, reaching his other hand down to touch the Seeker's back, his optics narrowed in a mix of pleasure and wariness.*

[neonstilettos]

Of course, Leader... I'll do anything you command. *Starscream speaks unctuously, a little smirk playing over his lips even as his wings twitch at Megatron's hand on his back. His spark is spinning almost painfully hot in its casing, and he fights to keep his chest plating shut.*

*He shifts to Megatron's other foot and licks along its edges, not even trying to hide the small sounds of pleasure escaping his vocalizer. He runs his hands up the back of Megatron's leg and slowly rises to his knees. He works his fingers into an armor seam in Megatron's thigh to pinch at the wiring there and stares up at him, still smirking slightly.* Anything.

[fierceawakening]

*He murmurs, the heat under his chest plates building, as Starscream's tongue laves his foot with careful precision -- precision that the Seeker, it seems, is never quite capable of unless he's pushed to it.*

*And yet, from those sounds, Starscream seems to like it well enough. Megatron's chest plates click against one another loudly, wanting to open, and a thin line of light spills from the seam in his chest.*

*As Starscream rises to his knees, Megatron slides his hand over the Seeker's back, just barely touching the surface of his plating.*

*Cycling a too-loud pant from his intakes, he holds up his energon-stained hand. He knows very well the Seeker wants more, sooner -- but that is all the reason in the galaxy to make him wait.*

*He brings the hand to Starscream's lips, tracing them with his fingers before Starscream has a chance to open his mouth, then drawing them back to hover just in front of him.*

Lick your lips clean.

And then my fingers.