Transformers Exodus, chapter 21 - Alex Irvine
Did Starscream just invade Megatron’s personal place ?
HELP ME I CAN’T STOP
Starscream did something then that Megatron
would not have credited him with the courage to do.
He stepped up to Megatron, close enough that their
faces nearly touched despite Megatron being larger.
“I need no excuse, Megatron,” he said quietly. “Have
your petty games and deceptions, but know that I will
always defy them, ridicule them, and emerge from your
forge tempered hard and blade sharp. One day, Mighty
Megatron, that blade will pierce your spark and humble you,
just as you try to degrade me now. I am no stranger to
disgrace.” Starscream reached up and curled his daggerlike
fingers around the bevelled edges of armour that framed
Megatron’s spark. Their sharp points scratched lightly,
threateningly, at the smooth purple finish underneath.
“These hands-“
Megatron roughly grabbed Starscream’s hands away,
the long black claws leaving gashes in his chest from where
they refused to let go. The two tyrants met eye to eye,
blazing crimson to scarlet. “If you are to be my dagger, I
must sharpen you,” Megatron growled lowly and loud.
“A dagger is kept at one’s side, Megatron.”
“And why should I keep close a blade that has
promised to disembowel me if it hangs by my belly?”
Starscream’s fingers curled around Megatron’s, and
his lips into a smile. “Because, Lord Megatron, you have a
choice with a fine dagger.” Starscream stood on his toes,
spiked heels lifting off the ground so that he once again
whispered mere inches from Megatron’s face. “Will you keep
it as a work of art behind a glass case, beautiful to behold,
but distant?” Starscream moved his wrists down, and the
warlord’s grip ceased crushing the light blue plating as it
grew closer to his hips. Only after Megatron had released
Starscream’s wrists did he realise that the seeker did not
intend to reclaim his hands, but to use them once more.
Slowly, the long fingers wedged under Megatron’s plating
until they gripped sat at his thigh struts. “Or will you let it
slip close to your body, hiding inside your armour, and
waiting for the chance to strike?” Starscream clamped
down, driving his claws into Megatron’s hip joint. Megatron
hissed, but nothing more. “A dagger’s meaning is, after all,
to taste energon.” Starscream withdrew his left hand from
Megatron’s hip, and brought one claw, shining azure with
fresh energon, to his lips and waiting tongue. Their eyes
were still locked. Starscream licked his finger clean
lavisciously, engines humming, right hand travelling flush up
Megatron’s sides.
Then, Megatron blinked and chuckled. With a force
that crumpled Starscream’s palm, he grabbed the seeker’s
hand and tugged on it to crash their forms together. His
cannon carrying arm clamped down on Starscream’s thin
waist, trapping him.
“I think, then,” Megatron said, “That I shall keep you
close.”
If the Prince of Vos wished to be reforged, he would
need to be melted down first, dissolved of what he once
was. Megatron’s every pneumonic muscle tensed, crushing
Starscream’s lithe body. He broke. Starscream cried out
only once, broke eye contact only once. Megatron did not
deserve the satisfaction of knowing the pain that
Starscream felt to abandon his people and his future to
grab at Megatron’s spark. Instead, Starscream smiled, and
threw himself into Megatron’s crushing arms and melting
heat, laughing with pleasure as he was taken, ripped apart,
and destroyed.
Night fell on their entwined bodies, and the dawn
brought news to the entire Decepticon army that they now
had a new lord : Starscream, Second in Command.I think what I’m trying to say is that I can write better than Alex Irvine. Hire Samuel Phillips. Also I wasn’t trying to imply anything adult, just Megatron abusing Starscream, as usual, but darnit of those two don’t just have chemistry that should leap off the page. (That was a lie ; I was entirely implying something to go over the heads of young readers.)