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Starscream's panting body writhed in her grasp, having already lost all strength to continue this irreverent battle.
The hand on the seeker's neck pressed against her flesh, reminding her of weeks ago when they had mimicked this position. However, unlike the first time, this time she didn't intend to further ruin Starscream's vocal cords.
Especially because the anger clouding her thoughts was slowly dissipating when she noticed that, after the confrontation, a portion of Starscream's shirt had been severely ripped, cutting into the skin of her chest and staining the surrounding fabric with blood.
It wouldn't matter, since on both their bodies, blood flowed through every wounded area, typical of a battle of their level. But the difference this time was that the tear in her garment was such that she could easily see her lieutenant's breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing.
Megatron looked at them for what felt like an instant, then turned her attention to the group intent on the fight.
Their voices, in unison, called for the completion of this mission. To finish off Starscream, by killing her, or, on the contrary, to take her honor in some way that would ensure she would never forget this humiliation. Before it was her voice, now what?
Her arm, her leg. One of her eyes, maybe even both. Something that would leave her functional for the cause, but that would never allow her to smile at Megatron in that haughty way again.
But Megatron had another idea in mind.
"Out! Everyone, out of here!" Her voice was a thunderous one, proving far more powerful than the din of her followers. "This is the only time I'll say it!"
It didn't take long for the room to empty, leaving only Soundwave at the entrance, far away from them, making sure no one dared to challenge the words of her new leader.
Meanwhile, Starscream couldn't take advantage of the lapse to fully recover. It's simply impossible to get back on her feet when her injuries are approaching fatal. The other's hand, still on her neck, is violent, trying to revive the old bruises that by this point had taken on colors as varied as a galaxy.
She swallowed, and it seemed the movement against Megatron's palm was enough to remind her that she was still there. The former miner returned her gaze to her victim's eyes, and for a few moments, she also directed her eyes to the other's chest, dazzled by the way the blood continued to stain her brown skin.
"You seem to like what you see, D-16." Starscream found the strength to smile sideways, wanting to still be in a position of power.
She exaggerated the movement of her torso, emphasizing her breasts behind the shirt that at this point only hindered her.
"Of course not."
"Then why am I still alive?"
At the question, Megatron leaned closer to her face, hiding the fact that she was wondering the same thing.
"Because I've come to the conclusion that you just need to be shown your place." Finally, she'd let go of Starscream's neck, now holding her wrists to position them above her head. The more experienced woman arched her back until she could feel Megatron's pelvis against hers, their torsos touching with each pant, the older woman's smile widening as the new leader lost confidence.
"Show me."