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“Shut up,” Megatron growls.
Starscream smirks at him. “Is that an order, my illustrious leader?”
Megatron rises from his throne in a rush, looming over Starscream. Starscream’s smile goes a shade less cocky, but not by much; this is what he’s been waiting for. All his taunting and Megatron is still not always easy to anger, ignoring Starscream as if he were no more annoying than buzzing static.
Well. Now Starscream is determined to make Megatron pay attention to him.
“Yes, Starscream. That is an order.” Megatron is so very large when he stands this near. Not that Starscream is unaccustomed to large bots; he’d known the Primes very well, once upon a time. But there’s a difference between the size of memory and the enormity of the present day, with Megatron’s bulk and presence undeniable.
“What if I don’t feel like it? I mean, what else am I supposed to do besides talk when you’ve given me no tasks?” Starscream waves his arm, encompassing all the nothing there is around them. But then he lets his hand fall to rest against Megatron’s chest in a gesture that is almost companionable.
“I don’t care.” Megatron takes another step forward, clanking loud against the ground, and brushes Starscream’s hand from his frame. “I just want some peace and quiet, for once.” Megatron’s hand goes to Starscream’s throat, and Starscream doesn’t even try to hold back the shiver that runs through him. Megatron’s touch is almost tender, but the threat and promise of violence underlie any appearance of a caress, his large fingers wrapping effortlessly around Starscream’s neck.
And fear of violence has never deterred Starscream. It is Megatron’s ferocity that Starscream craves, not his gentleness. His power and ruthlessness are what Starscream gave way to. Starscream tries to provoke that vicious streak whenever he can, bringing it bubbling to the surface in bursts of passion. Anything to get Megatron’s hands on him, strong and powerful. “Well, that’s awfully inconsiderate of you,” Starscream begins. “If you’ll listen to some advi—” Megatron doesn’t allow another word. His grip around Starscream’s neck tightens, and he slams Starscream to the ground.
His sensors go hazy at the impact, leaving him in a delightful fuzz of half consciousness. Honestly, Starscream thinks Megatron’s been shockingly lenient to allow him to go on this long. Starscream would never have let a subordinate mouth off this long, before Megatron came and stole them all away.
“Is that the worst you can do?” he taunts, though the way his voice glitches halfway through, letting out a trill of high pitched static before he can reset his vocalizer, does his nonchalant air no favors.
Megatron’s hands tighten around Starscream’s neck, and he cannot help the squeak that escapes from his vocalizer. Megatron’s hands are large and strong, but there is a delicacy to them as well, no matter that they are pressing into Starscream, compressing sensitive wires and inner workings. Starscream has seen those hands tear Sentinel in half; Megatron could have Starscream’s head off his body in moments if he so chose. But instead he holds just so tight and no further, keeping Starscream restrained.
Even as Megatron holds Starscream’s head in place, Starscream slips his hand behind Megatron’s neck, caressing each molded angle and corner, dipping around edges until finally his fingers find the port he searches for. Seeking fingers flick open the access cover and press inside. Megatron goes rigid above Starscream, a sound escaping him that can only be described as a whimper.
“What…are you doing?” Megatron asks, his voice unsteady. His hands clench convulsively around Starscream’s neck, still not quite tight enough to permanently damage, but enough to give most other bots a moment’s hesitation. But Starscream is not most other bots. And the feeling of Megatron squeezing only sends heat rushing through his frame.
Starscream smirks as his fingertips dance over metal contacts. “Relax, my lord, and let me show you something.” His fingers explore deeper within this port, and he almost crows in triumph when he feels Megatron’s engines kick up a notch. But Starscream has just enough self-preservation left not to taunt Megatron now.
Starscream lets his other hand wander down Megatron’s side, sliding over armored plating until his hand comes to rest at Megatron’s waist. Here he finds ingress, a small panel that slides obligingly open to his touch, letting him have access to areas that normally would see nothing but medical maintenance.
Starscream’s hand presses in further, pushing inside Megatron’s body. He strokes along wires and circuits, their surfaces warm to the touch. Above him, Megatron shudders uncontrollably as Starscream continues to prod. His touch is controlled and delicate, and he tests each surface he can reach against Megatron’s reactions.
Slide along this wire, and Megatron’s leg twitches. Press that piece of hardware just so, and a soft involuntary noise rumbles deep within his chest. Pinch these other two together, and his hands squeeze ever so slightly tighter around Starscream’s neck, setting off delicious echoes of pleasure and pain as the internal connections strain their limits. Pair it with a touch to the port in his neck, and Megatron’s frame bucks against Starscream, control shattered.
Megatron could stop this at any moment. He could stand up and leave. He could rip Starscream’s head off. He could pull out his cannon and leave Starscream nothing but a smoking crater in the ground. And yet he does none of these things, seemingly content to shiver under Starscream’s touch, even as his hands still encircle Starscream’s throat.
Then Starscream pulls his hand from behind Megatron’s neck to reach within his own frame. Megatron whimpers at the loss of contact, but Starscream magnanimously deigns not to comment. He unspools cabling from within himself, pulling delicate cord out into the open. Then he plugs it into the back of Megatron’s neck, sliding the openings over delicate metal prongs within, shivering as he feels Megatron fill him.
As the cable connects them, he feels Megatron spread to fill his awareness. Now it not just Megatron’s body pressed against him, but Megatron’s power spilling through him, the steady pulse of Megatron’s spark beating until Starscream can feel it as if it is his own. Heat and energy flow through them both, expanding from where they are now joined until it is almost impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends.
Starscream pushes against that fuzzy edge, encroaching on Megatron’s frame, even as he feels Megatron pushing back. Each push and pull of power sends new waves of heat spiraling through Starscream’s system, filling him with lapping electrical signals that he sends back into Megatron, an unending loop of resistance and feedback.
Physical sensation, too, is shared now. Starscream slides the hand still buried in Megatron’s side along another bundle of wires, and he feels it as if he was touching himself, his involuntary jerk at the touch mirroring Megatron’s own. And when Megatron’s fingers squeeze once again at Starscream’s neck, a pleasured wince passes through them both.
And at the very edges of consciousness, it feels like Starscream can nearly see Megatron’s thoughts. Nothing clear, no words, but a miasma of feeling and emotion that swirls uncontained below Megatron’s surface. Starscream prods at it, trying to tease out strands he can use against Megatron later if need be, even as his frame vibrates with their other shared sensations.
Then Starscream pushes just so, and they both go rigid as energy rushes through them. It is like being electrified and soldered together at once, rapturous and intense. Heat fills Starscream, and his vision goes blank with overload, all sensation replaced by static.
But there is one thought, distinctly not his own, that he feels drift through his mind as perception returns. That other young upstart, Orion Pax, with his hands on Starscream’s frame in a tender embrace.
Starscream pulls his hand from within Megatron in a rush, and drags out the cable in a rush, shivering at last vestiges of the connection drain away. He blinks, trying to banish the sparks that still dance before his vision, and sees Megatron above him doing much the same.
“So…” Starscream says, his irrepressible smirk back on his face, even as his body still pulses with the remnants of overload. “Not even thinking of the bot you’re with, are you?”
Megatron blinks slowly, not seeming to comprehend what Starscream has said. Then his optics brighten to a hostile shade of red as he growls. Megatron rips a hand from its now comfortable position at Starscream’s neck to slam across his face. The violence is sudden and shocking, and Starscream’s grin only spreads wider as his head is jerked to the side.
“It’s been a pleasure, my lord.” Starscream almost grimaces as his vocalizer glitches again, but it’s no matter. He resets it and continues. “Do let me show you more next time.”
“I’ve seen enough,” Megatron growls, and he raises his arm, hitting Starscream again. The pain is exquisite in the wake of pleasure, and Starscream sighs, leaning into the pain. Megatron’s eyes narrow at Starscream with a look of disgust, and he rolls off and gets to his feet, clearly done with this.
Starscream sits up, a sly smile flitting across his features. “You say that now, but how long do you really think you can keep your hands off me?”
Megatron turns, ignoring Starscream, and stalks off. But Starscream has seen within him now, and he knows Megatron will be back soon enough, even if it takes a little encouragement. And Starscream fancies he is rather good at this type of encouragement.