Sticky Response Pt 3
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FIC: Continuity - Title (optional) - Characters - brief Kink (please include the entire thing on every part you post and for every comment!) and put Ch# or Pt# at the end. Note any major squicks or kinks in the header as a courtesy to the ( Read more... )
He shuttered his optics, his processor spinning with fantasies. He imagined the fluid as Megatron's own, spattered there after his Leader had brought himself to overload, staring at Starscream's provocative display earlier. Then he imagined the fluid as the lubricant from his valve after Megatron had pounded him, then bid him clean it up with his mouth and glossa.
And then there was the simpler fantasy: Megatron's thick, hard spike driving into his mouth, over and over.
Perhaps Megatron would be flattered, knowing what Starscream had wanted for so long. Perhaps he would be gentle - as gentle as one could expect from him, anyway. Finally knowing Starscream's secret, he would be flattered into forbearance, petting and caressing the wings he'd so carelessly abused.
Or perhaps he'd be as cruel as he always was, grabbing the back of Starscream's helm and shoving his head down, denting the metal of his mouth, stretching it wide with his no doubt impossible size, as his other hand twisted at wingtips and ailerons and anything it could reach.
Starscream's hips tilted, pressing the rim of his valve hard into his free hand. He wouldn't penetrate himself again - not now, not when he could so easily lose himself in the fantasy that someday he might really have a chance - but the feel of Megatron against his mouth and the thought of Megatron inside him was too much, entirely too much, and he needed another overload and damn the consequences.
Of which there would, of course, be none. But you don't need to think of that, do you? he reminded himself.
Grinning with a fierce, impish delight, he rubbed hard at an external sensor node, imagining Megatron bursting in on him. Right now, just like this, with his hand at his valve and his cobbled-together effigy pressed to his lips.
His valve pulsed hard and he shuddered as the overload hit, his cry of ecstasy muffled by the metal.
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Thanks so much for taking this on, by the way. <3
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Thanks for the delightful prompt. Starscream with a Megatron doll (or would that be a toy, like the Transformers toys we have? I wonder if it transforms! XD) is the cutest thing imaginable.
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Megatron stared, optics wide, at the scene playing out on the security monitor in front of him. When Soundwave had informed him that Starscream was up to something, he'd expected to discover the Seeker scheming in the secrecy of his quarters, plotting his latest ridiculous takeover attempt.
Soundwave had been evasive about exactly what he'd caught Starscream doing. Megatron had pressed him, to no avail. That had irritated him, of course, but it hadn't worried him much. He was an old mech, leader of his faction for hundreds of vorns. Very little surprised him any more, especially not from Starscream. He'd dealt with the volatile Seeker's schemes for almost as long as he'd led the Decepticons. Whatever it was Soundwave felt so oddly shy about, Megatron had been sure he could handle.
And yet nothing could possibly have prepared him for what he'd discovered Starscream doing.
His glitched little fool of a second had been prancing in front of a mere toy, crooning to it like some sort of brazen pleasure drone, saying things he'd never once thought to say to the very mech that cobbled-together idol represented - !
Megatron's frame rumbled, every part of his chassis vibrating with indignation. Starscream's fingertips had lingered over the dents Megatron's beating had left as if he enjoyed them. As if the only thing the hotheaded little fool had felt in response to Megatron's discipline was pleasure, not shame and contrition. As if Megatron had somehow done it all for him!
It was unthinkable.
And if all that weren't demeaning enough, Starscream had followed up his ridiculous vamping by taking himself in hand and overloading all over the disgusting little figurine.
Which Starscream had, if Megatron didn't miss his guess, cobbled together with spare bits of Megatron's own armor!
And yet, Megatron thought, thinking of Starscream's bright blue hands wrapped around his spike, his turbines whirling as he moved, his crimson gaze fixed on the toy he'd made as a stand-in for Megatron himself.
Megatron's own spike, pressurizing rapidly, thudded against its housing. Starscream had whispered something, the moment before his fluid burst free.
Something that sounded almost... reverent.
And then there was his glossa, wrapping itself around the metal of the figurine - Megatron's own metal, if he was right about where Starscream had gotten those bits of armor plating - sliding over every groove and scratch and dent. Moving with the kind of thorough devotion he would have expected from Shockwave or Soundwave, not his endlessly rebellious second in command.
His spike cover slid open all at once and he looked down at his rebellious equipment, glaring. Pleasant as it was to think of Starscream willingly submitting, he'd known the mech for hectovorns. If Starscream had ever intended to offer himself to his Leader, surely he would have done it by now.
And Megatron had certainly waited for it, staring hungrily at Starscream's twisted form after laying him low, waiting for oaths of fealty, prostrations, shy kisses proving the younger mech's devotion -
There is no point in such idle fancy, Megatron chided himself sternly, wrenching his optics away from the monitor.
Still, a part of his processor whispered, that is a far better use for Starscream's glossa than his usual litanies of sarcasm and insults..
Megatron's optics widened. If Starscream did mean it -
Grinning, he tapped a button on the console. Once the monitor went black, he pressed a finger to another button, this one on his own chest. "Megatron to Starscream."
"What is it now, Leader?" a familiar voice screeched back, all signs of relaxation gone from it.
"I require your presence immediately. We have matters to discuss."
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"Starscream," Megatron answered, his voice a gravelly purr. "I know exactly what you've been doing."
A shriek answered him, its high pitch stinging his audios. "Then you - you've been spying on me! Violating my privacy!" Megatron heard the rapid clicking of Starscream's wings, a sure sign of agitation and distress.
How would moving his wings feel, post-overload and sore from the dents Megatron's rough treatment had left there? Megatron cycled a heavy pant, not caring whether or not the Seeker heard it.
"And would I have needed to spy on you if you'd bothered, once in millions of this planet's years, to inform me of your feelings instead of shrieking pointless complaints at every turn?"
"I - I - how dare you -!"
"Instead, you waste your time pestering me and resort to some pathetic little toy you cobbled together out of whatever you could find!"
"Take," Starscream murmured, his rasping voice barely audible.
"What are you going on about? I can hardly hear you."
"It's yours, all right?" Starscream hissed. "Every plate of it. Torn off you when you've repaid my constructive suggestions with violence and attacked me! Because of course you're too slagging dense to see what's right in front of you, you thick-bolted, rust-eaten, obsolete excuse for a -"
Megatron chuckled, sparing another glance for his spike. It stood fully erect now, fluid glistening at its tip. "You're on your way right now."
The only response was another screeching howl, followed by a burst of static and a loud click as the comm link died.
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"Matters to - what - I was just there a cycle and a half ago! Surely I couldn't possibly have done anything between then and - " Starscream's vocalizer sputtered, and his voice faded out in a fuzz of static.
"Starscream," Megatron answered, his voice a gravelly purr. "I know exactly what you've been doing."
A shriek answered him, its high pitch stinging his audios. "Then you - you've been spying on me! Violating my privacy!" Megatron heard the rapid clicking of Starscream's wings, a sure sign of agitation and distress.
How would moving his wings feel, post-overload and sore from the dents Megatron's rough treatment had left there? Megatron cycled a heavy pant, not caring whether or not the Seeker heard it.
"And would I have needed to spy on you if you'd bothered, once in millions of this planet's years, to inform me of your feelings instead of shrieking pointless complaints at every turn?"
"I - I - how dare you -!"
"Instead, you waste your time pestering me and resort to some pathetic little toy you cobbled together out of whatever you could find!"
"Take," Starscream murmured, his rasping voice barely audible.
"What are you going on about? I can hardly hear you."
"It's yours, all right?" Starscream hissed. "Every plate of it. Torn off you when you've repaid my constructive suggestions with violence and attacked me! Because of course you're too slagging dense to see what's right in front of you, you thick-bolted, rust-eaten, obsolete excuse for a -"
Megatron chuckled, sparing another glance for his spike. It stood fully erect now, fluid glistening at its tip. "You're on your way right now."
The only response was another screeching howl, followed by a burst of static and a loud click as the comm link died.
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Heheheheh. I love this. So much. <3 You've written Starscream and Megatron so in character. And poor Soundwave. XD I bet it really threw him off to witness that.
Looking forward to the next part!
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And the whole idea of it being unrequited on both sides and their bickering being all about never confessing their feelings to one another and getting in their own way is hilarious and I'm glad you prompted it with the idea of Screamer having a secret crush. You're awesome <3
And yes, poor Soundwave. I'm sure he was all "Query: ...............WTF?"
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I have so many ideas involving Starscream and Megatron, I just never have the time to write them. Ha! But, I do not regret leaving this idea here for others to write. Like in this case, just seeing it brought to life is enough to enjoy.
Thanks again for taking it and I really look forward to an update. C:
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I don't think the pairing is overdone at all. If anything I think it's underdone. It's really tough to find anything recent that isn't written by the same handful of people. Which is not bad, but I wish more people would write for them.
You should write some fic!
And I'm really glad you like this take on them. It's more cracky than most stuff I write, but I'm having a ton of fun. <3
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And I really wanted to write something, but I've just been so busy with work and classes. :C
You write them so very well. It's been a joy to read. <3
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I'm working on more. Might not get it posted as quickly as I did the first couple bits though.
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"How dare you eavesdrop on me like that!" Starscream cried, his wings flicking frantically. "During my private time alone! Which I wouldn't have needed in the first place if someone hadn't decided to 'discipline' me for a few simple suggestions -"
He stopped, catching sight of Megatron's spike. It stood almost as tall as Starscream's own but was far thicker, glistening the same silver as most of the rest of Megatron's frame.
Optics widening at the sight of it, Starscream squirmed. Lubricant oozed out from under the cover of his valve cover and he felt his own spike thud against its casing, pressurized anew by the sight. He licked his lips and stepped closer.
"Hello, Starscream," Megatron said, fighting to keep his voice calm.
Starscream's optics irised open suddenly. "And you call me brazen. Waving that thing at me like you expect something from me, after beating me half to scrap -"
"Starscream," Megatron said again, rising to his feet and stepping toward the fuming Seeker, "shut up."
Starscream whirled on Megatron, his mouth already opening to form a new retort, when he felt Megatron's hand wrap around the tip of a wing. His screech of indignation died as he pressed his wing into Megatron's hand.
"You've been waiting a long time for this, haven't you?" Megatron murmured, sliding his fingers slowly down the surface of the damaged wing.
"Well, of course I - hav - v -" Starscream's voice faded out in a burst of static as Megatron's fingertips pressed against a jagged dent his fists had left in the Seeker's wing. Seeing Starscream's reaction, Megatron curled his fingers, digging into the damaged plating.
Starscream's turbines whirled and his optics flickered. His vocalizer emitted a thin, high whine as he attempted to collect himself. "I - wouldn't have had to wait if you'd ever bothered to pay attention to - the obvi -"
Leaning in, Megatron silenced him with a forceful kiss.
Starscream shivered, moaning into Megatron's mouth, his frame trembling. He wrapped a long-fingered hand around Megatron's back and ran his own hands over the scratched plating, just as he had over the scraps of metal he'd used to make his figurine. Megatron's cooling fans roared.
"Now," Megatron rasped, wrenching his mouth free of the other's, "let's see what you really have for me."
Starscream squealed, furious at Megatron for pulling away. Megatron ignored him, pointing a dark hand at the floor. "Down."
Megatron expected another spate of insults. What he got, instead, was Starscream falling to his knees in one smooth, graceful motion. The Seeker pressed a surprisingly delicate kiss to the plating of one of Megatron's thighs, nuzzling the metal with his cheek and lip plates.
Once again, Megatron marveled at the attention, the same careful precision that Starscream had shown to his little toy.
"This is me," Megatron rasped, smirking. "The real me. Your leader."
Starscream's optics flared once as he tilted his head to look up at Megatron. Then he cycled a long sigh, his dark faceplates smoothing themselves into calmness again.
"Yes," he whispered, leaning against Megatron's thigh, his voice barely audible. "Let me -"
"No. I want to see you first. Open."
Starscream's spike cover slid aside, and Megatron caught his first glimpse of the prize that had so long lay hidden behind it. Thin and sleek like the rest of Starscream's frame, it rose proudly as it sprung free. Rings of color circled its length. Garish as they looked, Megatron found himself inclined to forgive their ridiculousness for the moment.
"Is that all?" Megatron teased, feeling his core temperature rise as he stared at the obvious evidence of Starscream's desire for him. How long had he waited for some hint of it, somewhere hidden under all the arguments and senseless provocations?
"Well," Starscream shot back over the noise of his turbines and two sets of cooling fans, "if you're so unimpressed, maybe I should just -"
"I'm unimpressed with your reticence, Starscream. You've never been shy before."
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"I said open. I meant both. Now."
Starscream's valve cover slid aside, its owner hissing curses. Lubricant gleamed around it, oozing from the opening, glowing bright and brazen. Feeling the air against his open valve, Starscream canted his hips, shuttering his optics.
"Much better," Megatron rasped, leaning down to circle the rim of Starscream's valve with one dark finger. Starscream shuddered again, leaning into his touch. He drew his hand away slowly, holding it up, admiring the lubricant smeared on his fingers.
"So now you're just going to stare at it, instead of -"
Megatron snickered. Even here, doing something Megatron had never dared to expect, Starscream just had to be predictable.
"Starscream."
"Hm?"
"I saw what you did to that little toy of yours. You can stop running your vocalizer and do the same, and I might even reward you by using your valve."
Heated air gusted from Starscream's shoulder vents. He licked his lips, staring at Megatron's spike, clearly mesmerized.
His faceplates curled into a smirk. "Or?"
Megatron's hand twitched. Through sheer force of will, he held it at his side. "Or I can beat you into silence. As usual." He scowled. "Which satisfies neither of us."
"Fine." Starscream chuckled, leaning closer. "Just making sure of my - options."
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