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It had been a while since Primus had choose to gave this freshly killed Starscream another chance at life, by throwing his spark, soul and body into this other universe that is. His frame was the same but was all patched up new and fresh, almost as if his Megatron didn't give him a tortures beating in a deadly game of cat and mouse before snuffing his lights out. But that wasn't the part that urked Starscream or the livestream of his funeral and statue, he found it charming even if it was taking the piss out of him. It was more so that his universe's Megatron just threw his lifeless body out of the ship as if he were yesterday's waste. Starscream knew his frame was far too beautiful for that, kill him sure, but at least give him a proper send off with his corpse! Was that too much to ask from that cranky bucket-head?!

Now though....things were different, sure he was dead in the universe where he came from, Starscream nearly begged Primus for him to send him back as a ghost so he could pester, haunt and drive Megatron to insanity to the day his own spark poofed and forever after his soul wandered, but the almighty god refused his request stating it was not he had planned to heal and nuture Starscream's damaged soul a new. It was to be somewhere far where the idea of being a leader and war would not find him. This last comment ticked the seeker off a tad. He wasn't damaged!....aside from physical, he could lead.....right? He could look after himself.....right? And he could fight!...Right?

"Can you?" Was all that Primus said, it was a mixture of pity and sorrow like a concerned parent after seeing their child go through something traumatic but they still wanted to get out there and do it again. That one comment/question made Starscream freeze, for the first time ever in life and now afterlife he was in a place where he had all the time and space to think about it. If he was alive and back on the ship, he wouldn't even entertain a response the little breath of life to pass from his lip-plates and if a lower solider had asked him "Can you?" Starscream would without hesitation blow a hole right through that mech's spark chamber.

Can't really do that to an almighty being...

The seeker was at a loss for words and too stunned to speak. Primus was right. Of course he was right....Starscream hadn't done any of the things he said he could; if he could he wouldn't be dead instead, Megatron would be or at least serving beneath him as he sat on the Decepticon throne but Starscream had done none of those things; he was none of those things. He wanted to be pissed at the god in front of him but he couldn't even look at him in the optic, he did put on a frown but Primus saw right through it.

A pause came about before Starscream spoke, "Then what is your grand plan for me, oh great Primus?" He knew he was walking on thin ice with those closing words but Primus did not care, he was slow to anger and knew as well as anyone in understanding the frustration that this little seeker was going through, it almost made him crack a smile, maybe he would have a good chuckle after he sending Starscream on his way but only after, he knew that Starscream was terribly emotionally damanged and laughing would only damange him more.

He told the bratty seeker that he would be sent to a place called the Lost Light, it was a ship, a very huge ship and he will be a part of the crew and under the care of the Megatron that lived upon it, he was also the (co)captian.

Hearing this, Starscream nearly exploded. He had already left one bucket head, now he was being thrown into the arms and control of other one!? He would sooner be damned to the pits he proclaimed to Primus shaking his fist as he cursed and stomped, looking very much like a sparkling throwing a tatanrum. It was strangely cute but nothing was stopping the god from giving Starscream a smile before saying his last words to him.

"You have my blessings, my child. Go and live fruitfully in this new life and good luck"

And with a blinding light of all colours Primus was gone and Starscream was being flown from a tunnel upon silver wings, then black.

That was the last memory Starscream had before waking upon this ship. His arrival caused quite the stir and panic. This sort of drama normally would be the best entertainment for the seeker but at the time he was too lost in thoughts and gathering himself to take in the gossip, the whispers, the glancing looks and the many peds running to and fro.

"Blah blah Starscream" Was heard, voices were all mingled together.

"Blah blah blah Megatron blah blah what the Primus" Still a far amount of voices.

"Blah Rodimus blah blah Megetron blah after Starscream" Fewer voices now....maybe they were leaving.

"Blah Starscream" Two voices now.

"Starsceam" One.

"....Starscream" Yep, just one now. It sounded familiar but where?

"STARSCREAM!" That was Megatron's voice!.......Slag.

Starscream collapsed to the floor, covering his helm with his arms to shield himself from the beating. Everything that he thinking, him dying, meeting Primus, being offered a chance of a new life to escape this one, away from war and fighting, away from Megatron, it was all a cruel trick his mind had played on him, for now surely he is in Megatron's throne room about to be beaten to near death for not listening to battle plans.

He waited for the wiring of the fired-up fusion cannon and the fists.

"Starscream," Megatron said his name again, calmer than before, but it was surely a trick! The bastard was setting a trap, the seeker knew it. His face still pressed to the floor as he continued to wait for the first blow.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Nothing....that's weird. Megatron wasn't known for being patient when it came to punishment.

"Starscream....please look up" That sounded like a request, not a command with no hint anger behind it, that made Starscream freeze inplace more than before.

"Please?" That did it.

Starscream near flung he helm up with a face of utter confusion to look at the tyrant Megatron's sneer then be met with a fist in the face. But no, it really wasn't that Megatron.

The walls of the room they were in pearly white, it wasn't a throne from but more so a private quarters, the floor was a cream ivory tiles but with a very large soft fluffy pale blue rug at the side of a giant berth that a huge mech was sitting on. Starscream could see that it was Megatron but different, he was older much older than the other one, his face looked worn and tired but had kindness, patience and eons of wisdom behind those old and weirdly kind optics.

His frame was massive, Starscream would dare to say twice the size of the mechs he was used to, even the tyrant back home wasn't this big. He had no fusion cannon upon him unless you count the one of his back. He was still the typical silver, red and black but no Decepticon insignia but an Autobot one in it's place, the seeker hadn't dared ask about that yet out of fear of losing more than just his mind. Starscream's optics dashed to the large servos that lay laced together in their owner's lap they were black but scratched up, they were old and laboured but still held vast strength that could easily be taken out onto the seeker's pretty faceplates. Primus they were twice the size of his face. Speaking of faces Starscream's optics then looked back up to Megatron's worn face. Starscream didn't like that he found this Megatron handsome, he was very handsome indeed, he wore age and a roman nose very well.

Starscream hated that he liked it.

He could also see that Megatron still had that stupid bucket helmet.

Starscream guessed some things never changed. He wanted to chuckle but chose not to.

The silence was growing too long so the still cowering seeker swallowed his nerves and chose to speak first.

"Y-yes Lord Meg-"

"How long have you been here now, Starscream?" Megatron asked, cutting Starscream off.

"Rude," The seeker thought but he wasn't going to say out loud "About 4 months now my lord"

Megatron heaved a heavy vent, both out of slight frustration and to compose himself before speaking again.

"And what was one of the first things I told you when you appeared here?"

"Never stare at Whirl in optic..."

"Rodmius told you that, Starscream"

"...Yes.....I thought I would try and be funny or something" Starscream gave a pathetic grin but Megatron's forrowed brow made his wings cower. New/different Megatron or not, Starscream will always be scared of him as much as he would lie to himself and others about it.

"Now is not that time, Starscream" The larger mech vented again before continuing "You know full well that one of the first things I told you was not to call me "Lord Megatron" I am no longer a lord of anything, that is all in the long past and I have moved on from that tragic stain upon my lifeline"

"I rememeber L-Megatron....I'm just still not used to it"

"I understand, I can only imagine what your universe's Megatron did to you and I do deeply apologize I onl-" He paused seeing the seeker still huddling on the floor "Do raise, Starscream. You are not going to be hurt or punished here, that is also was another thing I told you" he paused "No one will harm you here"

Starscream rose shakily to his peds, his legs were slightly numb from being of the floor for a while.

"Physically at least...." Starscream mumbled but he was heard.

"That is partly the reason why you are here, Starscream. In my chambers, that is" Megatron straightened himself to appear taller and larger, not that he needed to. He let out another small vent.

"I believe I also told you one more thing when you arrived."

Starscream gulped.

"No fighting and no trying to kill any of the other crew members"

Starscream sucked in him bottom hip "I take it you heard what happened in that mini-bot's bar then"

"Heard it? The whole ship could hear it," Megatron exclaimed, "I was also the one to drag you out....or had you forgot that?" He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Starcream had forgotten that but he wasn't going to say anything.

"Well that one optic idiot pain in aft Whirl started it" Starscream exclaimed through gritted denta, folding his arms across his chest, he could feel his system heating up at the memory "If he had kept his mo-whatever he uses to spew crap from shut he wouldn't be lying unconscious and in need of a new face in Ratchet's medbay!"

"You could have just walked away and reported his behaviour to me or Magnus, Starscream. This isn't the first time that Whirl has gotten under someone's plating" Megatron explained calmly.

Starscream then stomped a ped hard on the chamber's floor, making the datapads of novels and poetry rattle in their shelves. The seeker was miffed now "Well if it wasn't the first time, then clearly, you and Mr Boy-scout aren't doing a good enough job of keeping the idiot in line! The blue bastard had it coming and I believe I did everyone a favour and did what no other mech was gutsy enough to do!" The seeker was pacing around the room, his wings twitching and fluttering with frustration.

"He is lucky I didn't kill him!" He spat, glaring at Megatron.

"The other Megatron would have done that, he would have made it painful. You on the other hand-" A smirk was creeping onto his faceplates.

"Starscream. Don't" Megatron warned, his voice was become stern and coarse.

This warning fell upon deaf ears.

"You have gone soft. Old. Soft and"

"Starcream.....!"

"Weak"

What happened next, for a split Starscream thought he was dead....again. Back to Primus and on his way to the pits. The ex-warlord who was once sitting shot to his peds with the quickness rarely seen for a mech of his size.

Natural self-preservation kicked in, and Starscream immediately collapsed to the floor in a fetal position, wings cowering and shaking with fear and with his arms over his helm to protect himself once again.

"I'M SORRY, MASTER, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" He screamed in fright, he could feel that telltale sign that tears were going to flow. Scrap, he had stepped in it now, he was done for! Megatron would no doubt go back to his old ways for a split moment, unleash his fury on the seeker and throw him out of the nearest airlock.

He just knew it! Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut?!

Starscream started trembling when he heard large and heavy peds step close to his helm, crushing his processor in with on stomp, that would be a new one. If he was going to get his spark snuffed out....again, at least this time it would be original. Well, it would have been if those peds didn't move around to his rear.

Again, the trembling seeker waited to the inevitable blow but once again Starscream was left surprised. He was just about to lift his head to take a glance at what was happening but he froze as a statue when two huge servos grabbed his slender waist and lifted off the floor with no effort. Did he weigh anything to him? Clearly not, Megatron could pluck his limbs off with a flick of a digit and use said limb as a toothpick.

But this giant bucket head seemed to lift and carry him with the most gentleness as if he was a newborn. This made Starscream very confused. Why was Megatron handling him with care? Why wasn't Megatron yelling? Why wasn't Megatron beating him?

Why was Megatron walking to the berth?....

Starscream thought of wiggling free but those servos held him gently yes but very firmly.

Megatron soon placed Starscream gently onto the berth, near the middle. The berth didn't even make a sound when the seeker was put on top the covers, it was made for a huge foreboding mech after all. The smaller bot sat up from his curled-up position to sit back on his haunches, letting his own servos press into the fabric beneath him.

He started to subconsciously knead at the covers, they were soft. Oh so very soft, thick, Starscream could only imagine what it would be like to recharge under them, he glanced up to see the massive pillows; they looked equally as soft. What blissful dreams he would have in this berth; he could just picture himself wiggling into the fabric with the covers all wrapped around him like a warm energon burrito.

His own berth on the ship was grand enough, far better than what he had back in his original universe. He was shocked at how well he recharged and that he wasn't awoken with orders bellowing from his coms. He did panic the first week, because he day he woke up in the middle of day and at first he thought he was back on the Nemesis, he was still getting use to peaceful slumber but he wasn't as jumpy now.

Starscream was so lost in thought upon the berth he was on, that he had forgotten who put him there, until they spoke of course.

'Starscream, look at me"

The seeker's optics fizzed and blinked a few times before turning his helm to look to where the sound was. Strange, he thought, he obeyed that order without hesitation. He must be tired. Maybe Starscream could persuade Megatron to let him take a nap here for an hour or two.

"Yes, Megatron?" Starscream spoke, very surprisingly quiet but not in a "If I stay quiet I won't get hurt" way but more of a simple, calm and empty-headed way. He was taken aback at how calm he sounded, even Megatron raised his optic ridge but soon returned to normal.

"Please sit on the edge of the berth" Megatron said, gesturing with a servo.

Strangely again, Starscream did as he was told without hesitation, maybe that fright he had earlier straightened him out a tad. The cherry red mech shuffled towards the edge of the berth and swung his pearly white and blue legs over the side, he didn't notice how high the berth was until he looked down; he could see that his peds were dangling in the air, nowhere near the floor. When Megatron was sitting on it, it looked normal size but this just reminded how small Starscream was in this universe, is he was any smaller he might be classed as a minibot, even that therapist bot, Rung was taller than him....not by much but still taller, it didn't righty pissed Starscream off, he wasn't used to looking up all the time. Where he was from most other mechs were his optic height. It didn't half give him a neck ache.

But that was a grievance for another time.

Didn't change the fact that he felt like a sparkling.

"Do I have your attention now, Starscream?" Megatron asked, folding his arms, giving another deep vent.

Starscream sat that, gripping the covers and nodding, he couldn't really think of anything to say.

"Good" Megatron responded, unfolding his arm before taking his own seat on the berth next to Starscream's right-hand side. The berth creaked a tad under his own weight.

"I will cut right to the point, Starscream" The larger mech lent forward, rest his weight on his arms, weaving his digits together before straightening up once more.

"Do you intend to behave like a sparkling for the rest of your life?" He asked with the tone of a sympathetic but disappointed sire.

Starscream, whipped his head around to look right at Megatron in the optics, almost questioning if he heard him correctly.

"I beg your flaming pardon?!" He cried "Have you lost your processor, you old bucket head??" He spat, his servos clenched into fists.

Megatron vented, "Your response tells me everything I need to know" Shaking his helm "If you are intending to behave like a child, then I will have to treat you as such and thus punish you as one as well" He nodded to himself.

Starscream was too stunned to even speak, only opening and closing his mouth like a gaping fish.

"He....he can't be serious," He thought, just continuing to stare at the large mech.

Shaking his helm a tad to get his focus back, he was about to say his protest when felt a servo upon the back of Starscream's slender neck, it was a firm but careful grasp. He started to tremble in fear again.

"SCRAP! This was a trap! I should have known, there is not such as a Megatron without violence!! SCRAP FRAG SCRAP!!" Starscream screamed at himself for being so stupid! How could he not have seen this coming?! How.....

How...

How was he lying across Megatron's lap all of a sudden?

"Huh?" Was the only thing that came from Starscream's lips, he was laid carefully across a pair a huge, thick, strong grey and black thighs. One of those thighs could house Starscream's whole torso. His whole body fitted on them so well that no part was dangling over the edge, only his legs. His outer wing was flapping nervously while his inner one was folded against his back; it twitched with uncertainty. As for his arms and servos, Starscream had them held together in prayer, he didn't know what else to do with them, maybe he should pray. Pray for another chance.

He squeezes some tears from his optics, pressing his servos tightly together before speaking, nay begging.

"P-please......please don't hurt me. I'll never c-c-call you weak again an-EEP!!" A large servo placed on the curve of Starscream's cherry red adorable aft cut his sentence off.

His frame against his will felt a rush of warmth along with his faceplates heating up, he was thankful that Megatron couldn't see his cheeks and was hoping that he couldn't detect his warming frame. No one had ever touched him there.....ever. There was one thing that Starscream never revealed to anybot, incase he was chased after by...unpleasant characters and was he was a sealed mech, he was even before his new life, even if he did tell someone, Starscream had a good feeling that no one would believe him due to the way he looked....he knew his was a beautiful mech, it was something he was proud of but his frame gave others ideas of "No mech with that body was sealed, you were probably born without one. Look at yourself" or something like that.

It always left a sting in his chest, even if it was his own thoughts making these things up. There was no way that this Megatron would believe him either.

He waited, he could feel the heat radiating from that servo, shivering when Megatron started to slowly move it in circles.

"It would seem that I will have to treat you like a sparkling, Starscream. You misbehave like one, you scream, you yell and you fight" he paused to place his other servo up the flat of Starscream's back, in-between his shoulder-plates to hold him steady. "Today was a prime example of that. A mature mech would have walked away but you, clearly a child stayed and fight and then you threw cheek at me, the one mech who is trying to look out for you" Another heavy vent.

Starscream was still trembling a little and couldn't say anything in retaliation because deep down he know that Megatron was right. He had been behaving like a child.

"And none of my talks seem to get through to you" Megatron continued. The servo of the aft started to slowly move in circles, causing the heat in the seeker's frame to rise slightly "Maybe a more physical means will get the message through. Not a beat, no. That is barbaric and straight abuse, Primus show me all what you went through and I made a promise to never allow such a thing like that to ever happen to you again"

A wave of calm wash over Starscream but not for long when he heard the next part.

"But you do still need to be punished and much like a sparkling you have been acting like, you will be punished like one and I suppose in a way that would make me your sire in doing so"

Starscream didn't know where he got this spark of confidence from but it happened.

"What are you going to do? Spank me?" Immediately, he wanted to rip his glossa out as soon as he finished.

"Yes" Megatron simply said.

"W-what?" Starscream squeaked.

"I am going to spank you, Starscream. It is the way sire punishes naughty and bratty sparklings who won't listen" Starscream felt the servos on his back press more weight down to keep him from escaping.

"It will hurt, but it won't cause damage. I swear, but I do want this to be a reminder that naughty mechs get punishments from daddy and good well-behaved mechs get rewards from daddy. Do you understand?" He paused, lowering his voice "My little one~?" His voice had become like butter and made Starscream weak.

"W-wha..." Starscream tried to look back the servo that was keeping him still didn't allow it, if he could, he would see a smile mixed with kindness and desire appearing on Megatron's face. He had planned this for a while. Sure he was an old mech, much older than this Starscream and possibly his own counterpart put together. From what he learn the war has just started, so yes that would make him much older than the mech wiggling in his lap.

"I will give you 10 smacks across the aft and you are to say "Thank you, Daddy" do you understand?" Explained the Ex-warlord.

Starscream was too stunned to speak. Since when has this giant old bag of rusty dust had daddy kink??? Did he? Maybe he was just saying that word and not knowing the......lewd implications behind it. No, his lowered voice and what seemed like a smirk in his voice seem to give Starscream the idea that this mech....what, just a flaming old sick pervert!! Starscream knew he had to escape but he was held down with such strength not even the chains of an Unicron could set him free. How is an old man so bloody strong?! Since he overthinker had caused a silence and since he didn't answer Megatron's question right away, it earned him a very light smack on the aft that made him jump.

"Well...? I'm waiting, little boy"

Starscream knew the only way he was to get through this was to swallow his pride and pray that his frame wouldn't burn up.

"I....I understand" This earned his another smack, a little harder than the one before.

"I understand...what?" Megatron couldn't help but notice how lovely Starscream's aft jiggled on that last smack, he couldn't wait to see how it would dance around with the full 10 and what delicious sounds that were about to be brought forth.

His servos were clenched tightly together and optics squeezed shut, Starscream repeated himself with the correction.

"I understand.....d.....d-daddy"

"Good boy~ You are slowly learning. We can start now. Remember what daddy told you to do" Starscream gave a weak nod.

Suddenly, a loud smack filled the room. The hot pain shot through Starscream's whole body as he screeched through gritted teeth; his whole frame shook, making his thighs and aft jiggle even more. This pleased Megatron greatly. He might tell Starscream oneday that this old mech's optics always seem to wander down to look at those plush thighs and perky aft that jiggled ever so slightly when he walked or stomped away, Megatron knew he should feel ashamed but he couldn't help it, this Starscream, as bratty as he was, was a beautiful sight to behold, those hipdips and adorable face along was enough to drive him insane. Megatron hoped Starscream would agree to a possible courting so he could keep this seeker all to himself.

Yes, he would keep him safe. Megatron would finally get another chance and this time he won't frag it up.

It certainly is going to be worth the wait to see all that he and this little flyer will have together. Megatron saw Starscream hook his peds over each other and clenched his legs tightly together but something was missing.

"Sta-"

"T-thankyoudaddy!" The seeker quickly piped up, this made Megatron chuckle.

"No need to speak so fast, Starscream. Slower and take your time. Now let's continue," Starscream only whimpered in response.

*SMACK*

Starscream did as he was told and responded slower "Thank you, dad....daddy"

"Better, my little star"

*SMACK*

"Thank you Daddy!!" He squealed, unknowingly pushing his aft up towards the servo, spanking him. His frame was getting hotter, his fans were threatening to kick on "No, please no! Don't enjoy this!!"

*SMACK SMACK*

"Forgive me, I couldn't help myself. You don't need to respond to both" Megatron said kindly.

"Thank y-y-y-you daddy...." Starscream could swear steam was pouring from his vents and his tears turned to vapour upon his cheeks.

Why was his hips moving by themselves?

Why was this feeling good?

Was something wrong with him?

His panel....oh no. He could feel it burning...nonono! It was on fire and moist, he could feel his inner thighs becoming damp.

"6 more, Starscream. You are on the cusp of halfway" Megatron praised, stroking Starscream's spinal strut with his ghosting digits, comforting him.

"You are being such a good boy, slowly that naughty mech inside of you will fade. Stay good Starscream, stay good and I will promise on my spark I will protect and take care of you" He promised, and he meant it.

*SMACK*

"Thank you, Daddy!" Starscream could deny it, his panel was leaking through the seams, he wanted to pop them open and show Megatron his pretty seal valve and spike. Why was he being like this??? In his previous universe he would have vomited at the thought of doing such a thing with THAT Megatron but this one.....did he cast a spell on him?

*THE LAST 3 SMACKS*

Those last three came down hard and fast, Megatron was guilty to say he wanted to give one more hard spank just to see that beautiful aft ripple but he didn't want Starcream to think he was lying by not stick to the set amount. This poor had suffered enough.

"Thank" Starscream was venting hard now "T-thank you......d.....d..d-daddy" His fans had switched on a smack or two back. His thighs were shining with lubricant as they rubbed together spreading the liquid further, his panels were creaking, sending request after request to Starscream to open them but they were ignored. His clenched praying servos straining in their own grasps, his fine claws were threatening to pierce the metal of other servo.
Oral lubricant has drooled from his lip plates and through gritted denta, tears were trickling.

Megatron smiled before leaning down to place a kiss upon the back of Starscream's helm "You have served your punishment well, you did exactly as you were told" The servo that dealt the blows started to cup and rub the bruised and sore aft. Up until now, Megatron had ignored the lubricant and burning heat that appeared after the first couple of spanks, towards the end droplets splattered onto his servo and at the end a fair amount of the pinkish fluid was upon his palm and digits.

He spread his digits to look at the lubricant string and drip across them. Megatron was tempted to taste them but not yet, he put his servo back on Starscream's aft.

"Do you remember what I said before the punishment, darling?" Megatron asked as he slow slid his servo over the curve of the aft and down to the closed valve panel, letting his middle two digits dance over it.

Starscream backstruts arched slightly from the limited range of movement; the new sensation of foreign servos down there was utterly new. Sure Starscream self-serviced....when he could but this was so new and felt very good. He wanted more.....all his inhibitions seem to drift away. What was going on with him?

"Starscream? Are you still there?" Megatron chuckled, his servos slowly circled the still-leaking and closed panel.

"S-sorry....daddy. Sorry" The burning seeker took a few vents before responding "Y-you.....hahhaahhh....You said, n-naughty mechs get a p-p-p-punishments from daddy....mmmm...and g-good mechs get rew-wards...from daddy" He was amazed that he could get that paragraph out of him, he hadn't noticed that he was swaying to those digits movement, every touch of them felt like sparks of warm feathers that were stroking him very tenderly. His body was not use to it, he wasn't sure if he wanted to get use to this.

"That's right, my little boy. You have done so well and daddy is very proud of you" He hummed, looking at Starscream's rear "and you have kept your panels shut this whole time. What a well-behaved lad you are" Megatron cooed, really talking to the seeker like a child....he was an old freak "It must have been very difficult to keep it shut, I bet it's begging to be opened"

"It was daddy...." Starscream whined.

"I think you are a good mech now" More kisses were placed on Starscream's helm "Would you like a reward? Do say yes, little one. Daddy wants to play with his little boy so very much" Megatron was almost begging himself but remained composed but it was getting very difficult, his own frame had gotten hot and the spike panel that was pressed against Starscream's waist was scorching hot and almost bulging the metal cover so he could sympathise with the challenge of keeping it shut.

Starscream gulped, worry came to him. He wanted to be rewarded, he wanted his virgin frame and interfacing equipment to be played with, he will stay a forever good boy if he was to be treated like this but he was worried about his seal.....what would Megatron think of him? Would he not feel comfortable breaking it? Would he tease him? Maybe he wouldn't notice it.

Starscream chose to stay mum and simply nodded with a tiny "Yes please.............daddy"

"Open up, little one" Megatron commanded with his deep voice, tapping a Starscream's valve panel.

With a hiss and click the panel slid back. Starscream shivered at the cool air that tickled the soft, puffy, aroused lips of his valve, his outer node was blinking brightly. Lubricant had soaked everything, his entrance was clenching around nothing as lube trickled out, soaking Megatron's two middle digits.

What sounds would Starscream make? Would he scream like his name? Would he beg? Would he be quiet and whimper all the while? Only to let it out in a blissful overload.

"Good boy" The silver mech purred as he traced Starscream's outer lips with one digit, drinking in the little whines and yelps the mech in his lap gave.

"Now let Daddy reward and pamper you~"
Starscream let out a hiccup and sob, his own servos now gripped the sheets for dear life.

He truly hoped he wasn't making a mistake in letting this happen to him.

"Let daddy love you"

Starscream let out a bigger sob.

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Still lying strung across the huge grey lap, Starscream let out another hiccup and sob. He didn't know when his optics started to leak or that he had the ability to. All he knew was if he was still alive in the place where he came from, the punishment that he would have received......let's just say that he wouldn't have any optics to ever cry from again. But here, upon this lap of a giant, getting petted and cooed at by a mech that is two and a half times his size, like he was a tiny weak pet or sparkling, he should be insulted! He ought to be! He was Starscream, after all!

A highly skilled and dangerous flyer with many a victory under his belt, as well as a few kills. Everyone should fear and respect him!

But that was back where he died, or rather killed. Even there, only a few feared him, but no one respected him.

Now he was in this world, owning nothing to his name but just given another chance at life away from war and abuse. Under the watchful eye and care of another Megatron that is treating him with such kindness that his body could only respond by being turned on like some cheap corner brought shareware alongside beginning to weep and sob like a sparkling who needs soothing cuddles. Was he always this messed up in the processor? Surely not.....right?

No, it was the mech that was still gently caressing the back of his helm with the back of his large index digit that was the problem. Starscream was.....fine enough alone on this ship, sure, he may have gotten into a few spats, whatever, who hadn't here? He did whatever ridiculously pointless thing Rodimus told him to do just to keep him out of trouble. He listened to all the rules and protocol drivel that the huge, rigid bonehead Magnus droned on about; at least he wasn't alone in that boring torture, as it would seem that the young captain hated them as much as he did. Starscream took sick delight in knowing that the young speedster Prime was suffering as well.

And yet he wondered about the two.

"How could two such opposite mechs have a connection?" This is what Starscream first thought about when he saw Rodimus practically hanging off Magnus's arm like a trophy conjux, staring up at the huge blue and white mech with the largest babydoll optics, just begging and whining for Magnus to give him some attention, only to sit down quite quickly when Magnus told him no and to be patient in a type of voice that the seeker hadn't heard before. It was deep like always, but it had a hint of growl and that was what was different.

Starscream thought that was fishy. He quickly came to learn how much Rodimus hated being still and just being told what to do in general.

Following instructions and rules that weren't fun for the captain, only for Rodimus to do a full 180 and behave like an obedient puppy who was told to sit still and listen by his second in command, no less.

That was strange. Very strange

The pieces of the puzzle fell neatly into place when Megatron instructed Stasrcream to take some important datafiles for Magnus to read over, only to arrive to the big blue's bot's office and hear noises of.....pleasure coming from it, with the door was opened a crack and Starscream ever the noisey one for drama peeped in and saw his answer that made his spark almost give out.

There was Rodmius, bound and gagged, tears and oral lubricant pouring from the beautiful red and yellow bot like he was an utter harlot. He was placed neatly in Magnus's lap, who had the most wicked look on his face. That rule-following Boy Scout was gone and was replaced with a complete sadist with the most perverted look and grin upon his faceplates. He had a tight grip on a lead attached to a collar that was around the slender neck of the flamebot, and the other was holding extremely tightly onto Rodimus's spoiler. Starscream could hear Magnus threatening to twist and tear it, only to follow through with the threat.

The sound of bending metal mixed with wet clangs filled the room as the blue and white SIC left huge dents on the shiny yellow spoiler. Starscream half thought that Magnus was going to crush the whole thing into shards of yellow fragments. The sound that came from the captain was a mixture of pain and sheer uncontrolled pleasure. Starscream couldn't see due to a desk being in the way but by the way that the two were moving, he would have to be an idiot to not know that Rodimus was being impaled by Magnus's undoubtedly huge spike, fragging the daylights out of him.

A strict rule follower by day and rampant sex manic by night or behind closed doors, who'd of thought.

Anyone would be surprised if Rodmius didn't end up sparked after the rounds Magnus put him through. 

Starscream was quickly flustered and steaming hot at the sight. He wanted to stay and watch, but his nerves got the better of him, so he quickly and as quietly as he could shut the door, dropped the datafiles by it, turned on his heel and just legged it. Not saying a word to Megatron when he asked why Starscream was venting heavily and flushed.

Starscream couldn't look at Rodimus or Magnus for a week. From then on, Starscream truly started doing as he was told as best as he could....for the most part, it was out of pure embarrassment really. He had been keeping what he saw a secret for so long that it was eating away at him and thus caused Starscream to become a bit snappy and then Whirl came into the picture.

It was that one-optic idiot's comments, mannerisms, his lack of propriety, and just his presence that set the seeker off; he pounced.

Before being hauled away by Megatron, of which he and a couple of other bots had to pry Starscream's digits away from Whirl's bleeding neck before being carried off in Megatron's arms like a feral cybercat, Starscream was cursing Whirl and his bloodline to burn. On the way out, Starscream could have sworn he saw the red and white barkeep, along with another minibot, a blue and white one were laughing themselves stupid at what they just witnessed. No doubt this was going to be another bar story.

Oh how he loathed that one-optic freak.

But anyway, that's how he got on this lap.

And it was all Megatron's fault.

Yes, Magatron was the problem as to why Stacream was a babbling mess right now and why his life was so screwed up.

Why was he so... nice? Why was he so handsome?? Why was Starscream going along, or rather letting himself be pulled into this sick...enticing...yearning of this daddy thing? Why was he allowing it? Starscream wished he could tell himself it was because he wanted this, he wanted all of this, he wanted to be treated like a pampered princess, he wanted to not think anymore, thus not having to worry about anything, he wanted to be taken care of, he would do anything for it. It was his pride that was stopping him. His pride had stopped in many things; maybe he was still the same Starscream and nothing could change that, but he knew if he didn't, then this Megatron would surely give up on him and he would be alone again.

Frag it. Starscream didn't care anymore. He'll be good. He'll try and be good for this Megatron if it means he is going to be treated like this for the rest of his life.

Starscream was so lost in his thought at this present moment that he forgot where Megatron's servos were, it was only when he felt the large servo that was still placed on his inner with those digits creeping close to Starscream's soaked folds and glowing node did the seeker came back to reality. Those tiny waves of pleasure woke him up. The gentle digits ghosted and teased against the wet lips, sending shots of ecstasy throughout Starscream's wires and frame.

The Ex-Warlord must have sensed that his tiny seeker was becoming foggy in his own mind, that for what seemed like a while since he spoke, "Are you alright, my little one?" He questioned with a comforting tone. Before that tone would have made Starscream sick to the stomach but now he wanted more of it. He would happily kill for this Megatron if it meant his new lord would always speak to him like that. Even if it was for one more time.

Starscream sniffed back a tear or two, and he gingerly leaned into the one digit that was still stroking his cat-like protrusions on the top of his helm. He even felt like purring.

"Hmm?" Megatron pressed.

Starscream finally answered, "N-no....I mean, yes, d-daddy. I'm alright....just a little lost in thought." He squirmed in Megatron's lap, hoping to feel those digits brush against his virgin hole again. His aft was still very warm and tender from the spanking it received and yet even though it was a beating, a punishment and yes, painful, he wasn't hurt physically or emotionally. Yes, he was weeping, but for a different reason not from the spanking, he was first though. Maybe if he let this Megatron take the lead, he would begin to understand he was struggling with all these new emotions and feelings.

"Would you like me to stop and help you with such thoughts? You have served your punishment, and I think you have learned your lesson very well" Megatron praised, all the while rubbing that soft inner thigh. He was being very genuine with his concern. He wanted to make sure that this Starscream could be turned onto the right path. Megatron knew he could, if only he had the right guidance, and Megatron was determined to be that guidance.

The abuse that this little seeker had endured stops now with him. Megatron would make sure that he and he alone would be in control of all or most matters of Starscream's wellbeing and welfare but now he would always make sure to ask his little star first. Hopefully, in time, he will get a real, genuine smile out of the smaller bot.

Megatron waited a few seconds more before slowly letting go of that lovely thigh and moving it away, figuring that Starscream had second thoughts about this whole thing. His servo, still damp with lubricant, was only away for a nanosecond, only to have a smaller, more delicate servo reach around and grab hold of a couple of digits to pull the larger servo back.

"No. P-please no. Not my thoughts" Starscream took a vent "Maybe someday, but not today.......I'm not ready, please" He pleaded. His servos gripping onto both berthsheets and Megatron's for dear life, trembling as they did so.

Starscream's systems were still warm from earlier, but he could also feel his charge and fans cooling down. Np, he didn't want that. He didn't want that at all. For the first time in his life, he was feeling blissful warmth; he wanted it to stay, just a little longer.

He was still facing forward, too bashful to turn his helm and look at Megatron's older face, which no doubt had a smile that could extend his lifespan by millions of years. Starscream didn't notice that the larger mech had leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Starscream's helm, making a little yelp come out of the seeker, which made the old perv's smile wider.

"The Megaton where I wa-"

"No" The old mech said sternly. The suddenness made Starscream jerk a little; whatever the seeker was going to say, the sentence was made dead, words now never to exist. 

Megatron drew circles on the small of Starscream's back with one digit before speaking again.

"That Megatron" He sneered at his own namesake as if it was venom dripping off his glossa. It wasn't his own person but he couldn't help but feel sick sharing the same name with that....other manic; he felt immense shame and guilt "That Megatron" He started again with less poison "Is not here, he will never be here, you will never see or hear from him again. You have my word, Starscream. I know not the full story of what happened, but I know enough" He paused, his optics following his still moving digit.

"I will help you through everything. You have my word" The circles that he drew seemed to be working at relaxing the seeker into a ragdoll. Megatron watched as Starscream's tight gripping servos loosened their grasp, his outer arm even flopped down over the side of the berth.

"But right now, I have one simple task for you and try not to think or say that other Megatron's name, can you do that?" 

Starscream wanted to lift his helm to turn and look back but all of a sudden, he found himself very heavy, bearly able to raise an eyebrow ridge.

"H-how? Telling someone not to think" Blast those circles, they were making his whole frame go warm, fuzzy and limp, even venting now felt like a laboured task "Being told not to think of something or someone....it does the opposite" He huffed, only seemly to move a digit or two.

The circles turned into lines running up and down his spinal strut and Starscream allowed a small whine out.

"That's why I am here, my little one. I will help you. Isn't that what a daddy is for?" He smirked and cooed "But in order for that to happen, you have to do everything daddy says, do you understand, Starscream?" Continuing to draw lines.

Starscream tried to move a joint of something again but failed as everything now felt ultra heavy, like the heaviest weighted blanket was placed on top of him.

"Yes" The seeker piped up.

"Yes, what?"

A pause, but Starscream was now too weak and heavy to even pout "Yes, daddy"

Megatron smiled as he lifted away the drawing digits from the beautiful back "Good lad. Now here is what I want you to do" He continued as he gently scooped Starscream up in his giant arms. If the seeker felt like a sparkling before, this was now just rubbing it in. With Starscream now cradled, Megatron stood up from the berth, shivering at the cool air around his groin. He had done his best to ignore the straining of his spike's housing, wanting to burst it out at hearing Starscream's first cry and scream. But what sort of daddy would he be if he didn't have self-control over his emotions or body? He would bar himself from touching this beauty ever again.

Turning around to face said berth Megatron carefully laid Starscream down upon and turn him over so he was now lying on his back, he arms and servos were flopped up near his helm, his wings twitch as they were splayed flat beneath their owner, his back arched alightly off the berth covers and lastly Megatron's optics lingered hungryly at the seeker's slender legs topped with soft thighs, they are close together, covering Starscream's hot damp modesty. The large mech licked his denta, thinking of diving into said modesty, feasting on the delicious banquet as he would hold those plush thighs to keep his little boy from escaping, he could imagine Starscream grinding against his faceplates and clenching those thighs tightly around his helm as Starscream sprayed Megatron with overload fluids.

Megatron purred at the mental image, but his attention was quickly pulled away by a small whine.

Looking back, the grey mech saw that Starscream's beautiful face was looking both pitiful with a charge that had stopped building and a deep need behind his pupilless red optics; tears were building up behind them, swelling at the corners, threatening to fall down those perfectly carved cheekbones.

This sight sucker punched Megatron in the gut with both guilt and arousal.

"I'm sorry, my darling boy" He apologized, placing a servo upon Starscream's warm face, his thumb gently stroking across the blue-tinted cheek, nearly keeling over when Starscream nuzzled his face and nose into it. But like the good daddy he was, he maintained self-control.

"It would seem that I got distracted by your beauty" He chuckled, his smile broadening when he saw how flustered and blue Starscream became at the compliment, trying to hide his face deeper into the servo that was still cupping him tenderly.

"Awww, are you shy, little Star?" Megatron asked as he leaned down to kiss Starscream's burning helm.

"S-shut it, you old f-fra-"

"Ah ah ah, no swearing" Megatron cut Starscream off with a light smack over the seeker's spike housing plate, making him jump and yelp "Good little mechs don't use such foul language" He paused to stroke the golden glass of Starscream's cockpit, admiring it's smooth surface and shine from the condensation "Swearing is for bad little mechs, bad little mechs don't get Daddy's attention" The circles that he drew on Starscream's back from before now was moved to one of the blasting fanned turbines, trapping the blades and forcing it to slow down it moved slowly in time with his twirling digits. All of this attention was making Starscream's charge rapidly rise and his processor went swirling.

The sounds that escaped Starscream were near harrowing levels of whines, moans and whimpers. Steam started to swirl and hiss out of Starscream's vents as he tried to pull away to get relief, but his frame was still too heavy to move even an inch.

"You ahh~ You bas-" The thumb of the cupping servo pushed itself into his mouth, pressing down on Starscream's gloosa, keeping it still and rendering him mute of words. A string of gurgled noises of protest followed through. Starscream narrowed his tearful optics and glared at this giant perverted bastard.

"What did I just say? You are starting to be a naughty, bad little mech again" The fan he was fondling creaked in pain as Megatron made the blades stop moving altogether. It sent a shot of a spark straight to the seeker's valve, making it clench and moisten further "Am I going to have to punish you again?" Starscream could have sworn that a glint of cruelty was behind those once warm optics, making a single tear fall, but it was too late to blink it away.

"Hmm?" He asked again, pulling his now-wet thumb from Starscream's mouth, licking away the oral lubricants and savouring the flavour as he let Starscream find his voice again.

"N-no.....No Daddy. Please, I'll be good....I promise" He whimpered and let out a small sigh when the fan was freed.

"Will you also not swear around daddy?" Megatron whispered to the side of Starscream's helm as he moved the fan back to a slow rotation. It wasn't a complete relief, but it was better than being trapped. The huge mech bit his lower lip, seeing his little seeker unravel, was awakening something that he had kept under lock and key for a long time. 

Starscream squeezed his legs together, trying to rub them against each other, hoping to generate friction to ease his aching node. He needed some form of friction, any friction would do, just something to take the ache away. Every touch, every word, the cooing and even that blasted bucket head smile and optics were sending horrid fuzzy waves to run throughout his whole frame, making his valve pulse fresh lubricant down from his gestation chamber to trickle and drip out from his plush lips, damping the sheets under his cherry coloured aft. He was going mad before he even had an overload.

Megatron, ever the patient one, pinched a slow fan blade to bring Starscream somewhat back to get an answer "I am waiting, little one. Will you stop trying to swear?" He let go of the turbine, and both the system and Starscream let out a sigh of relief. The latter pressed his helm back into the soft pillow, a bellow of steam to lavate from his mouth, and helm vents twisting and swirling before dissipating into the atmosphere, he swallowed to wet his throat. He hadn't noticed how dry his mouth had become.

"y-y...ahahhh y-yes" He gasped and gulped, squeezing his optics shut, making those tears finally fall "I w-w-won't swear anym-more......I'll t-try not to, d-daddy......I p-p-promise" He managed to squeeze with a whimper and this earned him a soft kiss between his optics, along with a few pepper kisses that cleaned away the tears.

"Good boy, such a good boy" Megatron whispered, leaving a trail of kisses down Starscream's cheeks "Good boys get Daddy's loving attention and overloads" He mumbled between kisses just before he reached that slender neck. The other Megatron would see it and choose to crush it into a blood-spilling pulp in his grip; the sound of metal bending and snapping would fill the air. This Megatron, however, frowned slightly at that nasty thought as he placed a chaste kiss on one of the thick cables.

"Would you like one, little Star?" He hummed as he started to slowly kiss and suck on the once heavily abused neck, drawing out lovely little notes of pleasure from the shivering and twitching seeker.

"Y....y~nehhhhh" Was the only sound that Starscream could let out as he squeezed his optics tighter and bit down on his lower lip, his servos balled into fists, then opening again before repeating themselves. He gulped, trying to get the sentence out.

"Yes....y-yes Daddy....p-p-please...I'll be g-good ah" Goodness Starscream felt like his whole frame was on fire and his most private areas hadn't even been touched yet, he was going to explode before Megatron would get down there "I p-promise.....I will be good...p-please give me hahhh an overload" He pleaded.

Megatron hummed into Starscream's neck, so happy to hear that this beautiful mech was finally starting to relax and give in (even if he was burning up at the moment), the grey mech gave one last hard suck on the thickest cable before letting go with a soft pop.

"Since you asked so nicely, darling" Megatron smiled and leaned down to give Starscream a kiss, but a smaller servo covered the latter's mouth. Two pairs of red optics stared at each other, one looking up with tears still prickling, and the other pair looking down, a little surprised but soon turning to one of concern and understanding.

"Too much?" He asked.

Starscream nodded, his servo still covering his mouth. Aside from never being bedded, he had also never been kissed....or at least a proper one, he had only gotten comfortable in being underneath this Megatron's looming form and everything that he was doing and going to do to him, but kissing..............kissing just felt too fast and too.....close and personal. Sure, this Megatron wanted to pour every amount of love he could upon the seeker, but this was still so new....and yet Starscream wanted to see it through, to have this Megatron take him by the servo and lead him down this new road. Maybe a kiss will be at the end.

"I understand, my little Star" Megatron said before taking Starscream's servo from his mouth to bring it to his own and kiss the fingertips, then setting it down to rest by Starscream's helm.

"Would my good boy still like his overload?"

Starscream nodded again. Happy to see that Megatron wasn't insulted by his refusal of the kiss, it relaxed him. If it wasn't for his burning frame, he might have fallen into deep recharge right here and now; hopefully, that could happen afterwards. 

That would have to wait as Megatron resumed his loving attack upon his body, not before climbing to the berth so that his bulk completely covered Starscream, even blocking out the ceiling light. Starscream had never felt so small. The creaking of the berth emphasized that.

He strangely loved it.

"Treat me like a ragdoll, daddy~" 

Starscream didn't have time to register what in Primus's name his processor just made into a sentence, as his processor was instead filled with feel-good code.

The grey and black mech started with a trail of kisses, starting with Starscream's jawbone and slowly traveling down, past his neck, kissing each turbine before licking his way down Starscream's glass cockpit savouring the clean flavour all the while Megatron's servos followed suit, tenderly stroking with feather light touches, following the contour of the seeker's board chest, corset waist and wide hips.

Megatron planted a lingering kiss upon the burning spike covering before glancing up.

"Do you want to open this, darling?" He asked, his servos tracing circles on Starscream's hips, loving how they slayed and wiggled at the touch.

His mind slightly fogged, all he could do was shake his helm slowly for no. He had a gut feeling that if he let his spike out, he would overload right there. He was so pent up that a breeze brushing against him would do it.

Ever the understanding, Megatron accepted, taking hold of Stascream's plump thighs, holding back on biting his lip at seeing how much the protoflesh squished under his digits before parting them open, finally seeing the untouched treasure that lay before him. Megatron scooped his arms under said thighs and placed them over his broad shoulders as he lowered his body so that his own faceplates were a whisker's length away from the plump valve.

He gazed at it longingly; it was in proportion to its owner's frame size. It was black save for the glowing biolights' red strips that laced the outer puffy lips; they were the same as Stasrcream's upper thighs, black with red glowing biolight strips. Megatron was shamed to admit this, but those lights were one of the first things he noticed when Starscream came to the Lost Light; he would eye them hungrily throughout his workday, watching the jiggle slightly every time Starscream walked and imagining them wrapped around Megatron's face.

Did every bot have built-in gaterbelts where Starscream came from? He was stunned that anyone could get anything done if that was the case.

The lights brought him back, looking at the bright blinking red outer-node that was begging to be teased, kissed and suckled on, his inner lips quivered slightly as a few more droplets of tranfluid poured out, adding to the damp patch on the sheets. With his servos resting upon Starscream's hips to keep him steady, Megatron began his little boy's reward.

Slow open-mouthed wet kisses were placed on the inner thighs, each kiss interchanged to the other thigh and with each kiss, Megatron crept closer to the desperate flower. Starscream could barely contain his voice, optics shut, helm buried into the pillow and his servos gripping the sheets for dear life.

"D-daddy....P-lease! Ahahhhhh d-don't tease...uhuhhhhhhnehh" Starscream begged through gritted denta, trying to push his hips down to get that stupid sweet smiling bucket-head into his folds. He had been on edge for ages now and he wanted to spray his release everywhere.

"Patience, my little star. Almost there," Megatron promised. He kissed those delicious thighs some more, nipping and sucking the soft prototissue and leaving a few bite marks and hickies as a trail of ownership. He was a kiss away from the burning wet heat. Megatron's own frame was sending him alerts after alerts to cool his system and to open his spike panel; the metal holding it back was buckling slightly and was becoming a tad uncomfortable. Maybe he could release it and Starscream wouldn't notice, with the noises he was making and the pleasure clouding his senses. Yeah, he wouldn't notice.

Megatron planted a firm kiss right onto Starscream's glowing outer node, causing a near shriek to erupt from his seeker and with the cry, Megatron popped his panel back with a hiss and with that, the grey mech let out a sigh of relief and shiver at feeling his raging spike being let free and caressed by the cooler room temperature.

Now that that was out of the way, he could focus on the task at hand.

With his wet glossa, Megatron pointed the tip at the node and began to slowly twirl it around, circling it between kisses before placing his lips upon it to form a seal a suck on it. Each suckle brought a new wave of pleasure to Starscream, something that he had never felt before. Self-servicing was fine, but this. This was otherworldly.

"OH FRAG!" Starscream cried, only to quickly cover his mouth with worry, "Fr-shoot! I'm s-sorry, daddy....ahahhahhh p-please f-forgive me" He whimpered as he looked down, seeing a pair of dark red optics glaring up at him. Starscream even scrambled to take hold of Megatron's helm when the latter lifted his mouth away from his node with a wet pop. Lubricant was already gathered on his board chin.

"What did I say, little boy?" Megatron growled, not bothering to lick the slight mess away from his lips.

"N-not to swear!! Good boys don't swear and b-b-bbadboysgetpunished!" Starscream was near weeping, his failed attempts at pulling Megatron back down to his pulsing valve were almost laughable. His hips bucked harshly when contact was still denied. He couldn't escape due to the hold on his hips and simultaneously couldn't shove them forward due to the hold on his hips. He was trapped.

"PLEASE DADDY, LET ME OVERLOAD!!" Starscream screeched through floods of tears, then soon let out another screech, a truly pitiful cry when Megatron's lips encircled his node again.

The sounds of sloopy wet sucks and cries of bliss filled the room as Megatron resumed his task.

Through tender sucks, Megatron alternated to flicking the node and suckling the glowing inner lips, his nasel-ridge grinding against the swollen node as he did before he moved his lips back to suckle and flick again. Starscream was losing himself with every passing second, a tight knot was forming in his gestation chamber as a burning heat grew bigger and bigger each time he ground his hips to try and match in time with Megatron's movements, his grip upon his daddy's helm also tightened, his back arching all the while this was happening.

Letting go of one hip, Megatron maneuvered one servo around and under a thigh to bring up to the quivering valve, giving a final lick and smirking at the yelp that came from above, Megatron moved back to work at the trembling petals, gathering some tranfluid up onto his middle and ring-finger making then nice and sloppy before he pressed them up against the begging node and started to rub and roll it between said digits. Lapping up the whines and wordless pleas that tumbled out of the seeker like a dying dog.

Holding down his boy by his slender waist with his other servo, Megatron massaged the seeker's node as he stared longingly up at Starscream. The seeker's optics were wet and foggy with pleasure, his frame twitching and his mouth hanging slack-jawed with streams of steam tumbling out, trying and failing to cool everything down.

He was beautiful.

Perfect.

"We should really thank Primus after we are finished here, my darling" Megatron purred, his rubbing switch between slow and fast, just watching his seeker lose himself, finally letting go of everything inside his mind and sinking into the bed of ecstasy both literally and figuratively.

"I would thank him for giving you to me" There was truth behind those words. He was very grateful, he could have another chance with Starscream, granted not the one from his universe, he had lost his chance with him and it shamed him doing so but now he had a new chance. This Stasrcream lay clad before was all his; he would mark this Starscream as his both inside and out.

He was his.

Starscream was and will always be his.

And he would make Starscream either scream that or scream so the whole of the Lost-Light would hear.

Wanting to hear his little star scream, Megatron removed his thoroughly lubed-up digits from the outer node and stroked his way back down, past the quivering inner lips until they reached the entrance of the winking valve. Megatron used his middle digit to circle the glowing, tight-looking hole, teasing and easing the vices inside to loosen up a tad before pushing the tip of said digit inside with a wet squelch. He could already feel Starscream's grip tighten, making this a snug fit. The large mech shivered in want at thinking how snug it would wrap around his fat spike.

Not looking away from what he was doing, Megatron mumbled "Stay mine and stay beautiful, my Star" The comment fell onto deaf ears as the seeker could only let out sounds as his grip moved from Megatron's helm back to sheets as he tried to push his hips down to get more sensation. The sharp, shallow thrusts were wonderfully torturous; he was so close and so far.

"Put it ahahhhh in p-pleeaaaahhhhhhh!!!" He let out a sudden cry as his wish was granted in the form of Megatron pushing his middle digit further inside, making Starscream bite down on the back of one servo and the other nearly tore the pillow that it gripped upon as his back arched so sharply that it looked very similar to an upside-down capital V. The burn was perfect! Just one of Megatron's digits was twice as thick as one of Starscream's. His inner biolights glowed and lit up with pleasure from the stretch and touch; if this was just one digit felt like then Starscream could only imagine what a spike would give.

Placing his lips back over Starscream's node, Megatron flicked and sucked in time with his fingering, savouring every plea that Starscream made as he practically humped Megatron's faceplates as if he was bitch in heat.

"My, what a desperate little mech have I" Megatron inwardly smiled, but as much as he was enjoying himself, Megatron had been hiding the discomfort of keeping his lust i.e, his spike, under lock and key. He had been ignoring all the signals to unlatch his panel, but now it was becoming too much to bear. The metal of his housing groaned and buckled slightly from his spike, demanding to be let out.

Not wanting to startle Starscream (somewhat), Megatron nipped at the blinking bud, causing the smaller mech to squeal and squirt a fresh gush of lubricant over Megatron's faceplates, droplets gathering to his chin before dripping onto the wet patch that was on the sheets. At the same Megatron's spike panel was released with a hiss and a raging grey and black thick spike followed free, springing to full attention, wanting nothing than to bury itself into the hot, tight silk folds and will it to the brim.

Mgeatron hummed in relief, his mouth still buried into the wet feast, moving his digit ever so faster but also noticing that he couldn't fully insert it all the way through; something was preventing him from doing so, a barrier or seal of sorts. It was thin and flexible with a good amount of give but it was strong enough to remain intact.

"A seal? Aww bless. No matter, Starscream. I'll take very good care it" Megatron promised as he slowly pushed in his ring finger to join the middle. If Starscream hadn't come undone yet he would very soon.

"EhhGAHHHhhh!! " A gurled sound left Starscream's mouth as he could feel everything tighten; he could have sworn his vision was going cloudy and white. He rolled his arched back into his hips as he hugged Megatron's helm with his thighs as his humping becoming more frantic. The burn of two digits was heavenly, Megatron stroked and caressed every inner biolight he could reach, sisscoring those fat digits to spread that tight valve as best as he could.

Starscream's servos flailed and frantically switched places to hold and grip as his helm rocked side to side on his pillow, which was now drenched with perspiration as only a string of desperate noises of pathetic gurgles, whines and gasps, feeling like he was going to burst any moment. 

It would seem that Megatron noticed and doubled his efforts, thrusting his digits hard and fast into the squishy valve and lavishing so much attention onto Starscream's node with his lips and gloosa that it felt like it was going to melt. But Megatron chose to be mean.

Pulling his digits out with a wet pop and detaching his lips from Starscream's pleasure button before rising up to look at the now squirming flyer.

Starscream whipped his helm up to look at his tormentor straight in the optics with utter desperation. Goodness, he must have looked pathetic, soaking wet both from tears and lubricant from his now frustratingly empty valve.

No. No, no, no! Not now, he was so close, right there! Starscream just needed a little push over the edge. Why did Megatron pull away? Was he upset? Was he mad? No, he had that sickenin', comforting smile plastered on his faceplates, just now soaked with juices.

"W-why???" Starscream choked, gyrating and thrusting his hips helplessly up at the large mech like a shameless piece of shareware.

"What did you st-stop!? I was ah! So c-c-close! Daddy...P-pleaaasse!! You...ahhah neeghh!! B-bas-" His whining was cut off by feeling a rough servo stroking a thigh, giving out a sigh.

"Forgive me, my darling" Megatron softly moaned, as he licked his lips and wiped the rest of his mouth with a clean cloth before tossing it "I do not intend to keep you on the edge for much longer" He paused for a deep vent. Did he look flushed? "I was rather hoping to have you overload from my spike as opposed to my glossa"

Spike? Did he just say the word spike?

Starscream's glitching optics widened at hearing the word and even wider when he glanced down and what he saw made him nearly wet himself.

Between his spread-eagled legs, he saw a glorious sight.

A thick, fat-headed spike, being slowly stroked by its owner with the servo that was used inside of him just before. The tip was black and glistening under the berthroom lights. Stasrcream could only catch a glimpse of the red biolights lining the length and girth of said weapon. Starscream could feel his mouth becoming dry and at the same time having to lick away a bit of drool whilst also feeling his valve squeeze and clench, wanting it deep inside him and to squeeze every drop out of that spike.

To be stretched, filled, molded and fragged through into the next century.

Stasrcream didn't know where he got this strength from but without taking his gaze off the pulsing spike, the seeker managed to open and bring his legs up to his chest, his knees slightly wider than his shoulder width, holding them up by hugging his servos under each knee joint, showing his daddy that he was waiting and willing to be broken in before averting his needy gaze back to Megatron's equally lustful gaze.

Placing a black servo on one of Starscream's thighs to both feel its softness and to bear some of his weight, Megatron leaned over and brought himself closer.

"I suppose there is no point in wondering if you want what is coming next. But I do so love hearing you beg" He smirked, placing his length flush against the burning hot wet lips of the valve beneath him and slowly began to drag the spike back and forth across folds, the bumps and ridges from the spike's underside caressing Starscream's nodes and outer biolights, almost making him overload. Megatron stiffened at the warmth. Oh, how he couldn't wait to feel the inferno that was just waiting for him.

"Go on, beg for me" Megatron purred, rubbing the tip of his spike against Starscream's outer node, having them kiss. This sent mini shockwaves throughout both mech's frames. Starscream couldn't take it anymore! With whatever words he could manage, Starscream did as he was asked and begged.

"Please frag me, daddy!! Put your fat s-spike inside me! Break my seal and m-mold my valve only for your spike! PLEASE DADDY PLEASE!!" Starscream was practically going insane from the edging pleasure, even trying to thrust his hips upwards to see if that would get the spike to slip inside him, possibly.

The begging was just what Megatron wanted "That was perfect, my little star"

He lined up his spike with the winking valve, bracing himself for the tight fit and the eventual full-body spasm that would come after the seal broke. He gently pushed the tip past the entrance, the snugness and stretch from just the small push sent fiery bliss coursing through both mech's entire frame of wires.

A whine was pushed through Starscream's gritted denta, watching the tip slip in and out. It was gently stretching further than those digits did; each tiny thrust was a burning frustration of both agony and pleasure. His inner biolights were only being stroked just enough for stimulation. He almost reached down to grab that spike and yank it inside him.

Please......just a little more. He was so close, that knot! It was so close to breaking. Please, just a little more!

But Megatron beat him to it, he gave a quick kiss to Starscream's helm "Now. Scream for daddy~"

Without a second longer, Megatron took hold of Starscream's perfect sparkling baring hips and steadily pushed his spike completely into Starscream's virgin valve, stretching every vice grip ring impossibly wide around that fat spike. It. Felt. Glorious. A warm, pleasurable burn that set a course throughout every wire, nut, and bolt of Starscream's frame.

The seeker flung his helm backwards into the pillow as his back arched almost to an upside-down V shape, with his mouth falling open in a silent scream and optics blazing. His whole body went completely rigid from blinding pleasure, from one of the most sudden and intense overloads he had ever experienced in this life or from his last.

He couldn't even feel the breaking of his seal.

Starscream's legs stretched out stiff with his servos gripping the sheets to the point his claws would rip them as his transfluid sprayed and splattered onto Megatron's groin area, the beads running down the large mech's thighs onto the berth quilt, leaving droplet stains on the fabric.

But Megatron didn't mind; he was too overcome by the warmth enveloping his spike like a tight glove. It took all of his will to remain still as Starscream ceased and froze, overwhelmed by this overload. Feeling those tight walls flutter and clench around his spike, and not being able to thrust, was torture. The valve was begging and stroking his spike to fill it to the brim, but Megatron knew he had to hold fast. Daddies don't lose control; they are in control.

But that didn't mean that the task wasn't difficult. He licked his lips, looking at the scene unfolding before him. The most beautiful mech he had ever seen, utterly enraptured by what he saw, turbines whirling a storm, trying so hard to keep the seeker's system cool, the cherry red torso glistened with perspiration, and his wings twitched against the berth.

He was beautiful, but Megatron couldn't see his little one's face; he needed to, he could only imagine how breathtaking he looked, lost in pleasure.

Sliding one arm around Starscream's still arched back to support the seeker, Megatron leaned over the smaller mech, bracing his weight with his other arm's elbow, which encircled the crown of Starscream's helm. He was now completely covering him, protecting him as if the lights of the room would hurt or take Starscream away.

Megatron's spark nearly gave out; now he could see Starscream's face. It was just as beautiful as Megatron knew it would be. Megatron's charge and frame were burning with both lust and love; his own hips twitched, begging to move already.

Starscream's faceplates were flushed a brilliant electric blue, steam bubbled from the vents on his helm, his ruby red optics, despite having no pupils they still fizzled and sputtered as tears leaked forth from them, leaving his cheeks damp and lastly, his mouth hung loosely open, letting weak chirps and sounds tumble out as his gloosa lay limply upon his bottom lip, wet and supple.

"Poor little thing, my precious little thing" Megatron thought as he carefully lowered the still twitching seeker's back down to the berth, all while gently kissing the burning faceplates to bring Starscream back to a somewhat level of sanity.

"There there, darling~" Megatron purred as Starscream's fans slowed slightly and his breathing became deeper "I've got you" He promised, placing a chaste kiss on the bridge of Starscream's nose. The seeker rolled his helm to follow the departure of the older and slightly scuffed lips before letting out a whine.

Megatron let out a breathy chuckle "Would you like Daddy to continue? Would you like more?" He asked, grinding his hips further into the hot wetness, making both parties shiver and moan.

The steaming seeker reset his optics after a couple of clicks before managing to wrap his shaky arms around the thick neck above him, with his voice still strained from begging and silent screaming. Starscream tugged slightly to pull Megatron closer to him, wrapping his legs around the broad black hips, pulling that delicious spike deeper inside his valve to where the head was now pressing up against Starscream's gestation chamber.

Wetting his throat, he spoke "..y-yes.....p-p-pease daddy....." His voice was weak and raspy, but desperate and true. His body was still shot from the overload, making everything from the tips of his wings right down to his valve, sending tingling signals to his processor that he was soon building to another one. 

"Of course, my pet" Megatron said, his response muffled due to him burying his noise into the crook of Starscream's neck cables, even suckling and nibbling a few, making a few whines to come out. Pulling away to kiss his little boy's forehead, Megatron lifted himself up to put his weight upon his servos that were now placed on either side of the seeker's helm, but Starscream almost let out a sob and tried to pull him back.

Sensing the tension, Megatron cooed down at him.

"Shh" Peppering kissing all over Starscream's face "It's alright, my little one. I'm right here, I'm not leaving" He kissed away some of the tears falling "Daddy is right, daddy just wants to see your face..." He paused before a dark look flashed acrossed his optics.

"As I frag you into oblivion until you forget everything but your daddy's spike" The older mech growled his promise and smiled, some of his shape denta glinted.

Starscream fushed even deeper than he already was as his arms loosened from the neck and flopped beside his helm, staring wide-eyed and hopefully. He a swallow to wet his dry throat before giving a single nod.

Now free, Megatron leant back to his full height and grasped firmly on those yummy hips, not taking his optics of that beautiful face as he pulled his length out just until the tip was left inside being hugged by the strong walls, holding onto them so they couldn't escape. Megatron drank the biting of the lip, fluttering of the optics and shivering frame as he pull out.

Then drinking in the sudden cry when he slammed his full length back inside that velvet glove. Both mechs gave a loud moan of bliss.

"AHHH~~" Starscream cried out in pleasure once before clamping a servo over his mouth to muffle his screams.

"No ahh...Don't you dare hide your voice" Megatron groaned as he started to piston his hips so the sound of clanging wet metal filled the room "I ha ahh I want to hear your voice, I want nghh~ to hear your screams, little ones....you want to obey daddy, don't you?" 

Starscream removed the offending servo before spluttering his response.

"Y-Yes AHAHHH Yes daddy!! I ooohhhh! I w-w-will!" He gripped the pillow tightly as Mgeatron began abusing his swollen valve to no end. Both bots were burning a furnace of pleasure in their frames as they both chased the climax that was just over the hill.

Starscream could feel a knot forming again very quickly as his ceiling node was rammed over and over, his inner biolights being stroked by the thick length's biolights and stripes. He gripped tightly onto the larger servos' thumbs that were holding his hips in a vice grip, almost threatening to leave dents in them. He was hoping that they would, and an exciting rush ran through him at the thought of the other Lost Light mechs looking at his marked hips as he would strut down the halls.

"YES YES YES AHHH D-DADDY!! P-pleeeeASE DON'T ST-ST-STOP AHHAHAHHH HA!!" Starscream begged and pleaded as he looked down at the rising and shrinking bulge in his abdomen, amazed that it could fit. Waves upon waves of pleasure splashed onto his body as he could feel his second overload getting closer with every passing second.

Megatron was lapping up those cries as they fed his charge; beads of condensation rolled off his frame before dropping onto the beautiful mech beneath him, the drops from two lifeforms mixing into one. The older mech could feel his walls breaking as the dame threatened to unless all that he had in his system. Megatron could feel his frame burning from the inside out; he was going to get addicted to this, and he hoped that Starscream would get hooked as well.

A dark grin spread across Megatron's faceplates as his venting began ragged and shallow; it wouldn't be long now. 

"Are you close, little one?" He knew it was a redundant question, but it never hurts to ask.

Starscream nodded frantically, "Y-y-yes!! Yes, yes I a-am! Nehh! P-please -let me ahhh ah haaa~ overload...and f-fill me up. Pleeeeease!!"

Now, how could Megatron deny that? He paused only for a second to tilt his hips slightly upwards and regain his harsh and fast thrusts. This new angle was hitting places that were only being stroked before but now they were being targeted at full force. Starscream had completely lost all train of thought, as all that could fall out of his mouth was noises and sounds of a pleasure-driven animal. Trying to roll and move his hips in time with his daddy.

Megatron was just the same. His words were also lost and instead, only growls.

Starscream was quickly the first to break as he wrapped and hooked peds around Megatron's back, as the knot in his gut snapped.

"GAHHHHHHAHHAHHHHH!!!!!" An ear-piercing screech filled the room as Satsrcream's back arched up once again, his optics fizzled and nearly burned out as fireworks went off in front of them and a white hot flame of utter ecstasy was set ablaze within him. His valve clenched hard as it ever had before, his pink lubricant sprayed once more over the bearth and over the other's lower half once again.

He didn't want this to end.

Megatron thrusted a while longer, prolonging Starscream's overload before his own came crashing onto him. He gave one violent thrust, snapping his hips forward, burying his spike fully inside and sitted into the still fluttering valve. 

"STARSCREAM!!!" Roared Megatron with all the passion and love he could muster. His overload hit him like a train as he felt his own thick pink fertile transfulid empty and pour into the awaiting gestation chamber of the seeker, wanting to catch every drop, causing the space below Starscream's cockpit to swell slightly, just enough to be seen.

The two mechs remained frozen for what seemed like hours but it was only a few moments.

As gently and steadily as he could, Megatron pulled his softening spike free from the very swollen, messy and twitching valve. It came out with a wet pop, making Starscream whimper and shiver. He and ex-con knew that the seeker was going to be sore tomorrow and for quite a few days after.

Before setting down those spent hips, Megatron took a moment to admire his work. Starscream's valve was indeed swollen, the outer node was now glowing a near inferno red, the lips quaked as thick globs of his transfluid trickled out and mixed with Starscream's own fluids, it was a sight to behold.

He almost wanted to lap it all up but his much older frame was scorching and begging him to lie down and rest.

Megatron eased down Starscream's hips before managing to heave himself up into his berth, taking care not to hurt or crush his little Star, who was now only just gaining some semblance of cognitive thought back.

He couldn't help but smile down at this new gem. All his to hold.

All his to love.

All his to keep.

All his to protect.

Flopping onto his side, Megatron scooted as close as he could to Starscream, giving him another small kiss on his burning helm. Every part of the red flyer was shining with moisture like he had been freshly polished.

"Beautiful" The ex-con mumbled.

"T-thank you d-daddy" Responded a weak voice.

Starscream slowly turned to look up at his new Megatron and returned the small smile and small kiss to the chin.

After a few clicks of his voice box, he spoke again "I won't be able to walk tomorrow, you know that right?" He pouted.

"You really need to go that hard?" Grumbled Starscream.

Megatron's smile grew wider "Well" He paused with a purr "You were begging me to, so can I really be at fault here?" 

This made Starscream pout harder, "I would smack you if I wasn't so knackered and....." He trailed off, looking away, flustered at what he was about to say.

"And what, my pet?" Megatron asked, stroking Starscream's cheek ever the patient one.

Starscream gulped before placing a servo on his swollen belly "Sat.......Satisfied" He muttered, still not looking at the silver and black mech.

Megatron hummed. He was happy with this. Noticing where Starscream had placed his servo, he laid his own on top and gently moved both of them in slow circles, causing Starscream to let out a whimper of bliss at this soothing massage.

"Can you feel me still inside you, little one? Does daddy's fluids feel good?" His voice was low and beautifully haunting as he left 3 open-mouth kisses on Starscream's neckcables.

"St-st-opp.....p-please...It's emb-b-barrassing..." Starscream whined as he turned to look down. He only now what getting a good look at what this giant of a mech did to him, to be honest, he looked like he was in the early stages of being sparked and for some reason that made him blush very hard.

Megatron seemed to know what he was thinking and commented, "I think you would look stunning heavily sparked and would be a wonderful carrier." That earned him a weak kick, which he chuckled off "I tease, darling"

"D-don't tease about that.....even if it is true..." He wouldn't admit it but the thought of this Megatron fragging and interfacing with him over and over again until he got well and true bred did excite him...maybe he would tell him but just not yet.

Starscream's mind began to fog and grew slow, he was on the edge of recharge and so it would seem was Megatron who pulled him close so their frame were pressed tighty together.

"Before you drift off. Promise me something" Megatron requested.

"Mmm?"

"Try not to kill Whirl again"

"Even if he deserves it?" Starscream remarked.

"Especially if he deserves it, which he doesn't. He means well"

"He's bloody annoying..."

"Tell you what" Megatron paused for a yawn, which Starscream followed "If you are able to not attack Whirl for a whole week and remain a good boy. I will shower and spoil you rotten with attention and gifts, how's that?"

Starscream almost sprang wide awake at what he was hearing, if he wasn't so wrecked.

"Promise? A whole week?"

"I promise. What sort of daddy would I be if I didn't reward my good little boy" Said Megatron, planting several kisses on Starscream's face, making the latter giggle. Megatron liked that giggle, he would try later to hear more of it.

"But remember you have to be.....?" He paused, waiting.

"A good boy" Starscream yawned, and this time Megatron followed.

"Will you?"

"I......." Starscream swallowed and gave a good think. It was going to be difficult, but the pros outweighed the cons "I promise........daddy. I promise to be a good boy" Starscream meant that promise.

Too tired to speak back, Megatron gave a sleepy smile before leaning down and giving Starscream a warm, loving kiss, to which the latter returned.

Maybe being in this universe wouldn't be so bad after all. That was the last thought Starscream had before slipping off into a mega deep recharge, and Megatron was quick to follow.

Thanking Primus again and again for giving him a second chance with Starscream.

A different Starscream, yes. But it was still Starscream.

One he would never let go.

Never.