Characters/Pairing: Megatron/Starscream, Shockwave/Soundwave/Starscream
Continuity: G1/Animated(?) I don't remember which I had in mind when writing this. Could be either I guess. However you want it, baby.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sticky sex, some exhibitionism/voyeurism, dub-con
Summary: Megatron dominates Starscream in front of his lieutenants... before letting them have a turn too.
Author's note: This was the first TF fan fic I ever wrote!
The doors to the throne room burst open under the force of Shockwave's foot. It wasn't like him to be so uncouth, but his arms were occupied by one particularly rebellious Seeker. Starscream snarled and raged and Shockwave was grateful for Soundwave's assistance in restraining him. The two large mechs half dragged, half carried Starscream before Megatron's throne for yet another punishment. They roughly shoved him toward the warlord and, unobtrusively as ever, assumed their places at each side of the throne.
Starscream overbalanced and stumbled forward, landing face first on Megatron's chest. The Decepticon leader smoothly yanked him upright onto his lap.
"There's one thing that will always remain between you and this throne, Starscream," Megatron growled dangerously against his second's audio, "Do you know what that is?"
Starscream bucked and squirmed against Megatron's vice-like grip. "Nothing! I am the rightful leader of the-"
"No," Megatron's silky voice rumbled over Starscream's rant, "Me, Starscream."
Before another word could leave Starscream's mouth Megatron blindsided him with a ferocious kiss, all teeth and tongue and threats. Starscream squealed in shock and attempted to jerk backward, regretting his smaller size more than ever. Megatron's hands were locked around Starscream's slender hips. The latter's attempts to escape only succeeded in building friction as their bodies ground together. Little cracks of static electricity danced between them.
Megatron finally released Starscream's mouth only to sink his teeth into the Seeker's neck cables instead. "Ahh! Megatron!" Starscream hissed, "The others are- you can't-" Megatron wouldn't, would he? Shockwave and Soundwave were no more than an arm's length away on each side.
"I can't what?" Megatron snarled. One of his hands slipped lightning-fast from a hip to a wing, fingers digging into the sensitive metal. Starscream arched his back to relieve the pressure; he could feel his delicate wing plates denting under those relentless hands.
"I can make an example of anyone I choose, at any time I please," Megatron continued. He pulled down sharply on the wing in his hand. Starscream cried out and helplessly followed, pressing himself more tightly against Megatron as a result. He was practically vibrating with embarrassment as he felt optics on him from all sides. Being so utterly dominated in this way, in front of his fellow officers no less, was a worse punishment than he'd thought even Megatron was capable of. Looking Soundwave or Shockwave in the optics after this seemed impossible, to say nothing of the endless contempt he'd have to endure...
"Now I suggest, my little coward, that you stop your pathetic struggles. We wouldn't want to scratch your paint, now would we?" Megatron chuckled darkly and nipped at the edges of the intake vents on Starscream's chest.
Starscream's optics flicked involuntarily from one side to the other, sneaking a peek at the other lieutenants. The movement didn't go unnoticed. A sharp clang ran out as Megatron slapped his wing. "Eyes on me, subordinate!" he snapped.
Starscream's cry of pain and shock faded to a gasp as Megatron soothed the sting with gentler motions. Against his conscious wishes Starscream leaned into the touch; Megatron was well-versed in the Seeker's weaknesses. He continued the light, almost tickling movements over those elegant wings. Starscream's hands kneaded at Megatron's shoulders in a feeble echo of his earlier escape attempts. The sounds of cooling fans kicking on and engines turning over replaced their earlier banter.
Still, though, and perhaps more intensely than before, Starscream could feel those optics boring into him as he succumbed yet again to his leader's touch. Starscream's gaze was irresistibly drawn away again, and the ensuing wing slap seemed a small price to pay. Shockwave's yawning cyclops optic had clouded to a deeper, bloodier red and his antennae tilted sharply forward. And Soundwave... Starscream shuddered as his intakes cycled faster. Absently he wondered if Soundwave knew what he was thinking just then, or if he could somehow feel Megatron's rough, possessive hands squeezing his neck cables, scraping over the glass of his cockpit, tracing the seams of his wings... Starscream started at the sound of his own moan and slid his hands down Megatron's chest. For just a moment he locked eyes with Soundwave and wondered as conspicuously as possible: "Jealous?" Almost imperceptibly, Soundwave craned his head forward.
A rush of excitement surged through Starscream: this was all about him and Megatron be damned. He didn't see the other mechs practically gaping with lust at their glorious leader, after all. As if Starscream needed further confirmation of his own beauty: he knew why Megatron kept him alive, why his "punishments" were, more often than not, sexual in nature. And now, the optics of Megatron's most prized and loyal (and mindless, Starscream thought) servants were locked firmly on him. Feeling thoroughly pleased with himself, Starscream threw back his head and rocked hard against Megatron. They're watching me, you slagger, he thought spitefully even as he whimpered in pleasure from the friction.
"Now that's much better," Megatron purred, still oblivious to everything but the pretty Seeker writhing on his lap, "See how- ahhh! - how much better things are when you give yourself over to me?"
In response Starscream ran a hand over Megatron's canon and watched his rival's optics flicker at the sudden stimulation. Starscream's valve leaked lubricant around the seams of his panel as the warlord's arousal pushed his own higher. At some point Megatron had pulled out his spike and now Starscream felt it grinding impatiently at the juncture of his thigh.
"Open," Megatron commanded, voice deep and static-filled. Starscream couldn't have resisted if he tried; not a moment later his aching, wet valve was exposed. He leaned forward and lifted his aft, ensuring that Shockwave and Soundwave would catch a glimpse. Starscream could've sworn they had moved closer. His quivering wingtips were easily within their reach... Would they? Any other thoughts evaporated as the tip of Megatron's spike teased his valve. Starscream pressed down onto it slowly, deliciously, feeling every inch and making certain his audience could see every inch.
Finally Starscream felt the plates of his aft scrape against Megatron's thighs. For the first time since they beginning of their tryst the warlord acknowledged his lieutenants, who were now practically leaning over Starscream. He shot a hard, threatening glare at each. They moved back slightly but still trembled with desire. The scent of Starscream's lubricant nearly undid their tightly-wound self control.
For as much as Starscream disliked Megatron personally he had to admit that nothing could compare to the feeling of the warlord's thick spike deep inside his valve. Powerful currents pulsed through its cabling into the walls of Starscream's valve and Starscream almost forgot about his spectators.
"You talk a good fight, but-mmm-you always end up like this, don't you, slut?" Megatron growled. He grabbed the top edges of Starscream's wings and used them as leverage to slam the Seeker down harder. Starscream was moaning incoherently; also high on the list of things he'd never admit was the way Megatron's voice undid him so, especially when it uttered such filthy words to him.
Shockwave and Soundwave could barely keep still. Both their bodies vibrated with pent-up energy and intense arousal, and neither could believe that this was really happening, that Megatron really had Starscream riding him hard right in front of them. And what a site it was! Both found Starscream attractive, but seeing him like this was more exciting than either could have imagined. Soundwave's spike pressed almost painfully against the inside of his panel as he felt the lust and pleasure pouring off both the mechs before him; Megatron's thoughts were entirely of Starscream, of course, but Starscream himself? The Seeker was very aware of his audience... greatly enjoying it, even. Soundwave shifted further to the side until he stood almost behind the throne and directly in Starscream's line of vision.
Megatron's hips snapped up viciously. Starscream's optics were flickering with the intensity of the interface, his core temperature spiked sharply, his intakes were hitching, struggling to keep up. His overload was so close... so close... "So close!" he cried out, "Oh, don't stop... harder!"
Starscream finally re-focused his vision for a moment, just long enough to inadvertently lock optics with Soundave. You like this, don't you? Starscream thought lewdly, licking his lips. He looked to the side and saw Shockwave as entranced as ever. Not long ago Shockwave's claws had been all over Starscream, restraining him; was Shockwave thinking of that now? Imagining he was restraining Starscream for his own purposes? Thinking about it was Starscream's undoing. Yes, you all want me! Even Megatron... especially Megatron... yes... Starscream's thoughts spilled over into vocalization as CPU warnings flashed and he careened into almost painfully intense overload, right before the optics of Shockwave and Soundwave. Starscream was only vaguely aware of Megatron's overload moments later. He roared and twisted at Starscream's already-sensitized wings, causing the disoriented Seeker to squeal and tumble off his lap.
Rather shakily, Megatron stood and loomed over his fallen and debauched second. What a lovely sight he was: valve still open and dripping, heat radiating from his plating, black paint transfer from Megatron's hands all over his chassis.
"I hope you're grateful that I have such tremendous... patience for slow learners such as yourself, Starscream," Megatron laughed rather unpleasantly, "I wonder if they do too."
He cocked his head at the other two mechs and spun on his heel, leaving Starscream to their mercy.
Starscream's CPU rebooted in the wake of his intense overload. White noise fritzed in his optics as he slowly came back online. He flicked them off and on a few times to clear it. His body felt deliciously relaxed and languid. "All that fool Megatron's good for," he snickered to himself. Mindful of his wings, he carefully maneuvered himself onto his back to stretch.
Shockwave and Soundwave stared down at him.
Suddenly self-conscious, Starscream hastily moved to close his interface panel. "Ah ah ah, Starscream," Shockwave chided.
Despite his rather undignified position, Starscream glared up at the larger mech. "That's Air Commander Starscream to you, soldier. I outrank you!" he snapped.
"Rank: unworthy," Soundwave intoned. Starscream lurched at Soundwave, null rays heating up. That was quite enough sass from the even-lower-ranked communications officer.
A huge food resting delicately on the glass of his cockpit stopped him dead. "Shy all of a sudden, Starscream?" Shockwave asked pleasantly.
"Show's over!" hissed the Seeker.
"Is that so?" Shockwave winked his single optic. "Rewards are given to those who serve Lord Megatron loyally. Not that you'd know anything about that."
Soundwave laughed. That eerie, musical sound always lowered Starscream's core temperature by a degree or two. The Seeker resumed his struggle and Shockwave used the momentum to roughly flip him onto his belly, bending his wings rather painfully in the process.
"Lord Megatron: highly generous," Soundwave stated, impassively gazing at the Seeker thrashing at his feet.
"And so patient! You really ought to be more grateful, Starscream," Shockwave continued.
"Oh, shut up!" Starscream shrieked in disgust at their sycophancy.
"I think I may require your assistance a second time, Soundwave," Shockwave continued.
The communications officer leaned down and snatched Starscream's wrists. "Resistance: unwise."
Starscream only struggled harder, high-heeled feet flailing back at Shockwave. Shockwave chuckled as he grabbed one, narrowly avoiding a kick in the face. He ran his long claws delicately over the the jet thruster on its underside and pressed the tips inside to pluck at a bundle of wires. Starscream squirmed and shivered.
"Y-you can't do this! This is-ahh!-assaulting a superior officer!" Starscream snarled at Soundwave.
"And who are you going to tattle to? Lord Megatron?" Shockwave said mockingly, "Shut him up, Soundwave, if you will."
Soundwave, of course, knew exactly what his fellow officer had in mind. Without a moment's hesitation he had his interface panel open, a brutal grip on the side's of Starscream's helm, and his spike rammed deep into the Seeker's mouth.
"Found: better use for Starscream's mouth," Soundwave declared. The metal of Starscream's faceplates creaked and grated as he struggled to take in all of Soundwave's spike. He resumed his thrashing to resist the intrusion but Soundwave's hands were utterly unyielding. His dental plates scraped over the sensitive cables along the surface of Soundwave's spike, causing the larger mech to groan slightly. Sick fragger, Starscream thought.
"He likes it. Lord Megatron does this to him all the time," Shockwave said rather cruelly.
"Affirmative," Soundwave said. He probed at Starscream's thoughts, testing him, seeking boundaries. A lewd slideshow of images flooded the telepath's processor: Starscream and Megatron, over and over. Everywhere. Always. Even now. Soundwave's first urge was to utterly brutalize the rebellious Seeker; no mech was more undeserving of Megatron's favors, he thought. But he restrained himself knowing full well that Megatron would be less than pleased if his prized Air Commander were to suffer any lasting damage.
Shockwave craned his neck struts forward to watch Soundwave. Metal shrieked against metal as Starscream clamped his mouth around Soundwave's spike. The Seeker's muffled, static-filled groans had Shockwave's intakes cycling faster and his core temperature rapidly rising. He absently trailed his hand up the length of Starscream's leg to tease his valve, still wide open and wet from his earlier encounter with Megatron. His fingers slipped inside to curl against the impossibly smooth metal there. Starscream's stifled cries grew louder and he bucked against Shockwave's hand; Shockwave couldn't tell if they were protests or encouragement. He didn't particularly care.
This was one of the few times Shockwave found himself regretting the fact that he lacked sensors for more frivolous input, like taste. Normally such things were irrelevant to him, potential distractions at best, but Starscream's lubricant dripping from his fingers like that looked positively appetizing. He extended his slick hand toward Soundwave who tentatively slid his face mask aside. Soundwave quailed at the thought of revealing his face, but the thought of spurning even the smallest detail of Megatron's gift to them was worse. He wrapped his lips around Shockwave's fingers, licking and sucking them clean.
"Risk: worth it," he stated, his voice breaking its usual monotone as he neared his overload. His face mask promptly clamped shut again.
Shockwave's optic met Soundwave's for a moment and a crash of foreign sensation hit his processor, what Shockwave could only deduce was the flavor he wished for earlier. His spike pressed painfully against its panel, demanding release; that ghost of a taste was the final tease. Shockwave slammed into Starscream's valve in one brutal motion. The Seeker cried out against Soundwave and arched his spinal struts at the sudden intrusion.
"You're quite well lubricated, Starscream. You like this, don't you?" he purred, voice obscured by the increasing rumble of engines. Another muffled sound was the only response Starscream could offer; yes or no, it didn't matter to Shockwave. He savored this rare indulgence to the fullest.
"Rough interfacing: enjoyable to Seekers," Soundwave cited. His voice was laced with even more musical inflection than before. Shockwave watched his fellow lieutenant intently.
"Enjoying his mouth-aah!-Soundwave?" Shockwave asked, static starting to creep into his voice as he pounded Starscream.
"Overload: imminent," Soundwave responded tersely. Moments later pent-up electricity cracked through his circuits. Hydraulics hissed and metal shrieked as his body lurched from the force and a long, lilting moan tore from his vocalizer. Residual sparks still creeping over through his wires, Soundwave slumped back, fighting recharge.
Starscream pulled his head away, and Shockwave instantly capitalized on the opportunity.
"You like this, don't you?" Shockwave repeated his earlier question. His hand reached forward to grab Starscream's wing. He hooked his fingers against it hard enough to scratch the paint.
Starscream wailed. "Ohhh-oh Primus-"
Shockwave could feel heat pouring from Starscream's chassis, and the sound of jet engines revving underscored the Seeker's cries. No wonder Megatron keeps him, Shockwave thought, admiring Starscream's gleaming aft.
Conscious thought, as well as even the slightest concern for Starscream's comfort, fled Shockwave's processor as he moved harder, faster. He remained nearly silent, taking in Starscream's moans and cries. His overload was close, but he wanted to see the Seeker in the throes of his own first.
"You're going to overload for me, aren't you?" Shockwave growled.
"Oooh-mmmmnooo!-ahh!" Starscream keened incoherently.
"Resistance: pointless," added Soundwave, who had recovered somewhat and now watched with interest.
"Mmm, touch him for me, Soundwave," Shockwave hissed.
Soundwave wasted no time in pushing into Starscream's thoughts a second time, discovering exactly where and how he liked to be touched. His hands were on the Seeker's chassis not a moment later, delicately tracing wing seams and reaching underneath to scrape over his cockpit glass. The touches quickly unhinged Starscream and he pushed back into Shockwave's brutal movements.
"Ohh that's it! Yes!" Starscream moaned.
"Now, overload for me," Shockwave rumbled, almost a threat.
Starscream overloaded hard then, long and loud, wings trembling. He screamed, meaningless sounds mostly, but Shockwave was fairly certain he heard their esteemed leader's name more than once. No matter, though; at this moment, Starscream was his.
The pretty little Seeker writhing in overload beneath him sent CPU warnings flashing in front of Shockwave's optic: he systems were unbearably hot, his engines roared, the energy build-up was almost unbearable, and... yes!
Intense overload ripped through Shockwave's circuits, nearly forcing an emergency shutdown. His hydraulics gave out under the intense pressure and he slumped forward onto Starscream's back, utterly sated. All three lay on the floor recovering, the only sound the harsh cycling of intakes as their cooling systems worked overtime.
"Lieutenants Shockwave and Soundwave, report to me in the communications center at once!" Megatron's voice abruptly burst over the comm system. Both mechs started and leapt shakily upright.
Strangely impeccable timing, Shockwave thought, How could he know exactly when we... finished?
Another flash of heat shot through Shockwave's system, though it had nothing to do with arousal this time. Megatron's throne room had some of the best security to be found anywhere, including an extensive array of cameras which could be switched on at will by anyone in comm center.
As Shockwave and Soundwave practically bolted out the door, armor heated with embarrassment, they could have sworn they heard Starscream cackling to himself. "Show's not over yet."
