Hunted Species and other TF fictions

“Am I dead?”

Starscream woke up gradually from the void, his motor system rebooting slowly. He first caught the noise of machineries; he was certainly somewhere nearby a production line or a repair bay. Then he realised his position: he was lying on a berth, and something heavy was resting against his chest. He powered his optics on, and stared at the black ceiling of a repair bay. It was an old construction, judging from the decrepit state of the panels; some of them were lamely hanging, ready to fall down.

He looked down and recognized immediately the silver cask that was resting on his chest. Megatron’s optics were dark as he was still offline. He was sat on a crate and was half leaned on Starscream’s upper body so as to watch over him. He didn’t have his cannon attached to his right arm. Guilt seized the Seeker as he replayed the last moments before he lost consciousness. They had kissed. Primus, did Megatron have memory of this?

He set his hand against the silver white cask, and caressed it lightly while he wondered about the confusion created by that kiss. Did it mean he enjoyed being with the gladiator? No, it couldn’t be! After what he had witnessed, he could feel compassion, pity or even worry for the mech, but no more. Certainly not desire or even tenderness. He couldn’t disassociate the image of Silvergun from the image of Megatron in the future. The Megatron he hated so much, who abused him, hurt him, and humiliated him.

He had kissed him just because he was exhausted and confused by the situation.

“Starscream-?”

The Seeker withdrew his hand as he heard his name. Red optics were peering at him from his chest, while a black hand travelled to his waist. Slowly, Megatron straightened up covering him with his deep ruby-red gaze. Something had changed in his expression; a warm smile lit up his harsh features.

“Feeling better, Little Prince? You really scared me to death!” he said so softly that Starscream understood that he did remember the kiss.

His confusion and shame worsened when Megatron helped him to sit up, gently pulling him by the waist and shoulders.

“I can sit by myself,” he retorted. Primus! The touch was so good on his plating.

Megatron didn’t let go off his waist, observing him carefully. He was standing very close to Starscream, a little too much actually. The Seeker swung his legs over the edge of the berth in the hope to have him step back. His action didn’t get the result he expected; Megatron didn’t move and Starscream’s legs were stuck against his thighs. The Seeker gasped when a black hand set on his hips, pulling him close.

Starscream looked up slowly and was startled by the affection he read in the other’s gaze. Not only did Megatron remember the kiss; he liked it, and perhaps, wanted more.

“Where am I? What had happened?” Starscream whined, increasingly upset. He had to run away from the gladiator’s affections before they got out of hand.

“We’re still on the run, in the old galleries of Cybertron.” Megatron stepped back a little, allowing Starscream to sit a little more comfortably, but kept a close contact. “However, I think we’ve found possible allies.”

“What do you mean?” Starscream was still feeling insecure, as if the hands of Megatron were burning holes in the metal of his skin.

“When I awoke from my delirium, I found you were almost deactivated… on top of me.” He lowered his voice and his face, peering at the Seeker. Starscream felt the danger of a new kiss and turned his head aside. “I connected your spark chamber to mine to secure its energy supply. I then sent a distress signal in order to be quickly found by whomever would catch it. I supposed that the Vampiricons would be the first to dig us out of the pit, but to my surprise, others received the signal and came to rescue us.”

The meaning of the second part of the sentence totally escaped Starscream. He glared with horror at the gladiator.

“You… linked… our spark chambers… together?” he stuttered, considering the intimacy of such an act.

“I didn’t have any other choice. It was a question of avoiding deactivation. Your deactivation.”

Sickened by the idea that Megatron had reached such a level of intimacy while he was unconscious, Starscream forced him to let go of his waist and hips, and trembling, wrapped his arms around his own torso as self-protection.

Megatron was quite upset by the Seeker’s behaviour. Starscream was deliberately ignoring, if not rejecting his advances. Why was he acting this way? Hadn’t he kissed him? And by the same, given him the sign to go further? Megatron was not exactly the type of Transformer who hit on other Transformers or sparked things off, but once the light of passion was turned on, he caught fire. Right now, he was burning, both literally and figuratively. His power-core temperature rose dramatically each time he touched the smaller mech. And he was ready to burst out in rage because he didn’t understand why Starscream turned him down. After all, the Little Prince had allured him, not the contrary! Each time he replayed the data of this kiss, his processor threatened to fry and his spark chamber to explode.

Sure, he had more important things to think about. He was still a fugitive, stalked by the Quintessons and their squadrons of Vampiricons, and who had ended up in the lair of insurgents against the same aliens. He had always believed that they were a legend, but according to what he had seen during the last few cycles, they were real, although not very well organized. That would be enough to guarantee his safety and the safety of the Little Prince. He only regretted that Wiper wasn’t here. Had the medic escaped the Vampiricons or was he their prisoner?

Speaking of his ungrateful new companion, he was heading the wrong way, too busy scanning the surroundings of this underground base. Megatron set a gentle hand on his waist to push him in the right direction. Starscream trembled and quickly escaped his grasp, walking at a quicker pace.

‘Slag you, Little Prince! When I think about all I’ve done to preserve you and this is how you reward me. You seduce me and afterwards you ignore me! I haven’t said my last word!’

Fuming, he accelerated to match the pace of the flyer.

O

Starscream couldn’t believe what his optical sensors reported to him. The place looked like a huge termitarium, dug in the depths of planet Cybertron. The walls were fitted with alveoli of various sizes, looking like rudimentary quarters. In the middle of this vast mound, equipments for the extraction of minerals were the focus of the attention and work of hundreds of Transformers. Judging by the bulky shape of the mechs, covered with dust and soot, they were miners. Or maybe just like them—gladiators on the run.

“No. It’s over there!” warned Megatron.

Once again, the young gladiator touched him in order to guide him in the right direction. Once again, Starscream trembled; although his mind refused to acknowledge his attraction towards Megatron, his treacherous body was responsive to the touch. He jumped aside and threw Megatron a panicky look.

“Stop being so nervous!”

Megatron was upset to no end.

“Stop touching me!” retorted Starscream.

The gladiator stepped forward, looking menacing.

“You seemed pretty much fine with touching me when I was delirious. Don’t tell me you don’t like when I return the favour.”

‘Here we are!’ Starscream knew that this argument would come up soon. He had to be honest this time if he wanted to clear the air and set the things right.

“Listen. I kissed you, right. However, you should forget it!” he stated with no hesitation. Megatron’s expression fell. “I was confused, exhausted… and I had to shut you up! That’s all. I have no feelings for you! And certainly no desire!”

The gladiator clenched his fist with a terrible expression, and Starscream believed he would be backhanded.

“I don’t believe you!” Megatron stated through clenched teeth.

“You’d better change your mind. It will be easier to accept it.”

Megatron glared at him and walked past him without adding a word.

They walked silently to the far corner of this dark place. As usual, the mechs threw Starscream strange looks which he couldn’t interpret. Hostility or curiosity? He couldn’t say. He regretted his harsh words towards Megatron when, panicked by a hostile glare, he reduced the distance with him. The gladiator threw him a look in which anger was fighting with hurt. For once in his life, Starscream felt guilty.

The building in front of which they stopped was like everything else in this place: dirty and crumbling. The Seeker outlined a disgusted grimace, wondering who could live in such a wobbly place.

“Who are we visiting?” he asked in the hope to re-establish communication with his companion.

Megatron didn’t bother to answer or glare at him. He pushed the door and came in, ignoring the Seeker. Starscream sighed and considered briefly the possibility of making apologies.

He followed the young gladiator into what looked like personal quarters. The walls were decorated with screens and maps of Cybertron. The tables were covered with data pads and empty energon cubes; it was obvious from the dirtiness of these quarters that the occupants not only lived, but also worked here. Looking twice at the main table occupying the middle of the quarters, he noticed a mech who was sitting there, reading a data pad closely.

Starscream recognized him at once and raised his null-rays towards him.

O

“You’re dead Alpha Trion!”

Megatron startled at the cry and watched with bewilderment the Little Prince targeting the red and purple mech with his rifles. Not only Starscream was a jerk, but he was also suicidal? Impulsive and not very prudent, but he knew it already. Starscream had certainly not spotted the two guards who were waiting at the far corners, aiming their own weapons at the flyer.

“This is a misunderstanding!” he exclaimed, seizing the Seeker by his wrist and waist. Starscream gave out a startled “Aargh!” and tried to kick him when Megatron twisted his arms behind his back, holding him tight against himself. “He is confused, Alpha Trion. He means no harm to you!”

Starscream kept twisting and kicking within his grasp, until his erratic movements were replaced by a cry of frustration that pierced his audio processors.

“Let me go! Don’t touch me! Aaaaaaaaargh!”

Megatron would have covered his audios like a grimacing Alpha Trion did, if he didn’t have his hands busy with the thrashing Seeker.

“Calm down! Nobody’s going to hurt you here!” he stated, trying to be comforting. However, Starscream kept wriggling like the very devil, the level of his voice becoming rapidly unbearable. He suddenly understood from the frequency of Starscream’s energy field what the cause of this trouble was, and let go of him. Instead of running away or even carrying on with his threats against Alpha Trion, the Seeker collapsed to a heap on the floor, arms wrapped around himself.

Megatron looked down and sighed at the shameful display. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on with him,” he apologized to Alpha Trion.

A lie; he knew perfectly well why Starscream behaved so insanely, and was secretly very pleased with it.

O

Starscream offlined for a few minutes to prevent his logic chip from frying under all the sensations and emotions that coursed through him. It had started with the vision of Alpha Trion standing in front of him, and had dramatically increased with Megatron’s arms wrapped around him. His sensors had responded to the touch in such a strong way that he had feared a sensory overload. In the meantime, his logic chip couldn’t process the comparison between the past and the present anymore.

When he awoke, he realized with shame that he was lying on the table, with all the mechs gathered around him. Megatron and Alpha Trion were side by side, surrounded by other mechs that looked as dirty as the miners outside. The sight of the two future enemies challenged once again the resistance of his logic chip.

“Starscream, do you feel okay?” Megatron asked coldly.

Starscream nodded to the affirmative and bit his lips. ‘Leave me alone, please! Megatron!’

“You scared us to death, my friend. Maybe one of our medics can auscultate you and check if you need additional repairs.”

It was the voice of Alpha Trion. Starscream raised his head and looked at the human-like features, noticing they were far younger than he remembered. His tension fell a little when he reflected that Alpha Trion didn’t know him. Not yet.

“I- I was confused. I believed you were another person.” He came back to a sitting position and, after a great effort, pronounced the few words he hated to say; “I’m sorry.”

“No problem. I’m just wondering how you could know my name.”

“Megatron told me—” The gladiator frowned at him, reviving his tension. “That’s why.” Starscream couldn’t help lowering his gaze, overcome again by confusion that made his legs buckle and his fuel pump hammer in his chest.

“Of course.” Alpha Trion outlined a warm smile, which completely destabilized Starscream. He could remember the last time he had broken into the old mech’s lab. The Autobot had shot him right in the head, barely missing his CPU. “I forgot that you two are bonded… ”

“What?” Starscream couldn’t help his mouth gap opened. “What?!” He threw an outrageous look to Megatron, who replied with a triumphing smirk. “WHAT THE SLAG-?” he screeched.

The warm smile that Alpha Trion gave him made him wish to set his weapon against the older mech’s head and shoot him mercilessly.

“Only somebody who loves you could have done what Silvergun had done.” Alpha Trion nodded lightly, looking impressed. “Linking his own spark casing to yours in order to supply it with energy, this is an undivided token of love!”

Still gaping in surprise, Starscream peered at his so-called bond mate.

“That’s nothing. When you love somebody, you’re ready to give your life for him.” Megatron adopted a smug look and flashed his optics in triumph. “Don’t you think so, love?” he asked the quivering Seeker.

Starscream would have liked to be a nanobot and hide somewhere far away from him.

“That’s lovely!” Alpha Trion set a hand on one of Starscream’s shoulder vents, and threw him a compassionate look. “You don’t have to worry anymore. You can hide here from the Quintessons. They don’t know the location of our lair, and they will never find it either. We’re used to hiding the position of our base from their radars.”

It took all his might for the Seeker to follow the explanations of the mech. His CPU was overflown with shame and an emotion he couldn’t define. If he had been human, he would have certainly blushed red.

“What- What base? Who are you?” he croaked pathetically.

“We are mechs who escaped from the smelting pit of the Quintessons.” The soft expression of Alpha Trion disappeared as he banged his fists. “The old models that those monsters decide to terminate when they decide we have become obsolete. We come from all the Transformers’ categories here: merchants, courtesans, gladiators…”

“You’re… a fugitive. Like us?”

“We could say so,” Alpha Trion nodded his agreement. “We discovered this place and decided to settle here, far from the surface of Cybertron. The gallery is a real labyrinth, and the Vampiricons rarely come down here. We were very surprised to find you and your two other companions.”

“What companions?” The optics of Megatron flashed dangerously. “Who are you talking about?” he inquired drily.

“The two other gladiators. What are their names? Oh, yes… Skullcrusher and Hellraizor. We found them this morning. They are currently at our second repair bay,” Alpha Trion explained. He then sent Megatron a warmer smile. “Don’t worry. They are not seriously wounded,” he added.

“They are not our companions,” Megatron retorted, “I don’t know what they told you, but they are not our friends. They kept us prisoner and were ready to trade us to the Quintessons!”

Alpha Trion seemed disconcerted by this assertion and caressed nervously the wire that hung from the top of his mouth, reminiscent of the moustache of a human.

“That’s not what they told me,” he said nervously.

“Of course, they told you lies!” Starscream shrieked, wings quivering with anger. “Skullcrusher is one of the most abject tyrants and manipulators that I had the misfortune to meet!” He jumped off the table and stood in front of Alpha Trion. “You must not let him approach us. He will certainly try to trade us to the Quintessons again,” he asserted vehemently.

The purple mech seemed increasingly puzzled.

“I see. I will hold a meeting with them and check what they have to say. On the meantime, I’ll make sure you don’t have to cross their path. The base is vast, you know.”

“Thank you, Alpha Trion.” Megatron stood by the side of Starscream, setting a hand on a red shoulder vent. The Seeker couldn’t help but trembling. “The two gladiators are dangerous, and I am worried for the security of Starscream.”

The knees of the Seeker buckled, and he was about to collapse to a heap when Megatron seized him by the waist, pulling him close. As a response, his energy field burned and a cry of discomfort escaped him. Oblivious to what happened between the two, Alpha Trion smiled tenderly.

“I perfectly understand that you want to protect your bond mate. I repeat, you’re safe here. My men will prepare your quarters so that you can make yourselves comfortable and have some privacy,” the mech stated. “The only thing I will require from you is some help with our daily tasks. You’re gladiators, and we need skilled Transformers to teach the handling of weapons to our troops. As I mentioned, they are merchants or courtesans, and don’t know how to handle a sword or an axe.”

“You can count on us!” Megatron exclaimed, pressing Starscream against him. He looked at his prey and gave him a malicious smile. “Can’t he, love?”

Starscream’s face outlined a grimace, and he managed to escape the grip that held him prisoner. He made out the exit from the place and ran to the door, leaving his audience without adding a word.

“Are you sure he doesn’t need to see a medic?” asked Alpha Trion, looking worried.

“No. He just needs some rest. I’ll see to it that he takes a proper recharge and relax a little.”

Megatron outlined a malicious smirk and took his leave.

They spent a great part of that day waiting on one of the stalls nearby Alpha Trion’s quarters. Megatron kept staring at him, raising his nervousness to an unbearable level. He tried to keep his attention focused on his surroundings, and barely succeeded. He wanted to yell at his companion to stop pressuring him this way, when two lieutenants of Alpha Trion offered to guide them to their new quarters.

To his greatest disappointment, they had to share a small place. Even worse: Starscream walked into the room and noticed a unique recharge berth that occupied a large part of the floor.

“It’s a berth for two Transformers!”

He threw a frightened glance at Megatron, who shrugged his shoulders with disdain.

“Remember? They believe we are bond mates. That’s why!” he replied and then peered at him angrily. “If it doesn’t suit you, you’re very welcome to sleep on the ground or even outside!”

The young gladiator walked past him and sprawled on the berth. He plugged himself to the berth, positioned his hands beneath his head, as to make a pillow, and offlined his optics.

Starscream stood beside the berth, at a loss what to do or think. Maybe apologizing would help to improve the atmosphere? Or perhaps, it would give Megatron wrong hopes… It was better to forget apologies.

He tried to settle on the ground, but the space between the wall and the berth wasn’t large enough for his wings. He finally mustered all his courage and lay beside the other mech. He carefully avoided contact with the silver Transformer, lying on the edge of the berth with his wings in an awkward balance into space. The position was uncomfortable, and it took him a long time before he fell into recharge.

O

Megatron waited for the Seeker to fall asleep to delicately seize him and place him on top of his own body, reproducing their positions in the pit.

“And now, we’ll see who is going to give up, Little Prince!” he murmured before falling into recharge.

The first sensation of Starscream when he emerged from a nightmare was that he was not in the position he last remembered. He powered his optics and stared at the silver metal of Megatron’s neck. He was resting almost on top of the gladiator, his waist prisoner of a strong arm. A dark hand covered his hips, and the other imprisoned azure fingers.

“How dare you–!?” the Seeker barked. He tried to stand up, but the grip on his waist and hip didn’t loosen. He fell back into the embrace of the silver mech, who stared at him with amusement.

“Take your hands off me!” he shrieked, trying to slap him.

Megatron chuckled and then flipped their positions. He pinned the Seeker’s arms over his head and spread his legs apart, crushing him under his greater weight.

“What are you doing?” The Seeker’s energon ran cold when the gladiator smiled predatorily.

“Taking what I deserve!” Megatron lowered his face to kiss Starscream, but the Seeker bit him on the lips as he tried.

“This is rape!”

“Oh, stop being a prissy little virgin!” growled Megatron, swallowing the energon that leaked from the cut. “If you think you can turn me on and then walk out on me easily, you’re wrong!”

The gladiator crushed his mouth against Starscream’s lip component, forcing it to open. The Seeker moaned at the intrusion and wriggled in protest. As Megatron expected, he quickly admitted defeat and kissed back. The gladiator freed his hands and relished when the Seeker slid them on his back, stroking gently. He reluctantly broke the kiss and smiled at the breathless expression of the mech beneath him.

“That’s why I refused to give up. You think I didn’t see your reactions yesterday? Your body responded to each of my touches. Your energy field speaks louder than your pretty mouth. You’ll have to find better than the pitiful excuses you served me!”

Starscream looked desperate. “This is wrong,” he murmured, shaking his head. “This is so wrong.”

“What is wrong?” Megatron let one of his hand travelled down Starscream lower body. He found the panel hiding the Seeker’s interface chamber, and ripped it open. “Nothing is wrong,” he murmured. “You want me. I want you. Period.”

O

The Seeker arched up when he felt the delicious burn. More treacherous than ever, his body responded immediately to the teasing and allowed access to the forbidden treasure.

“You… You never change. Always abusing me!” he breathed. His head slammed on the berth as another delicious spasm shook his body. He offlined his optics and gave out a long moan of pleasure.

Pleased by this reaction, the gladiator kissed his neck, his jaw and devoured his lips.

“I’m not abusing you. You desire me. I just want you to realize it,” he replied. “I’ll stop if you ask me to.” He tasted without restraint the energon when he bit a cable on Starscream’s throat too hard. “But you won’t ask me to stop. It’s exactly what you crave for!” he whispered in the Seeker’s audios.

A black hand stroked gently the surface of his right wing, adding more confusion to his mind and sensations to his burning body. He tilted his head back and moaned loudly, as the longing between his thighs became rapidly painful. His hand squeezed frenetically Megatron’s shoulders while heat grew dramatically in his lower section. The interface protocol launched almost despite his will, transforming the tingles into a real torture. He needed more. Now.

Right now!

“No. Don’t stop.” He cupped Megatron’s face in his hands and kissed him feverishly. “Don’t stop!” he rasped, his voice hoarse with desire.

The gladiator kissed back with the same passion while grabbing firmly his hips. Starscream broke the kiss when he felt the interface port of Megatron connecting to his and shrieked as raw electricity blasted through his inner circuits. His body fed the same electric wave back to Megatron, creating a loop that grew in intensity between them.

His CPU quickly failed to process. He arched up and twisted in Megatron’s grasp, moaning his pleasure each time thunderbolts crushed his delicate circuits. He almost overloaded, as the loop became a strong pulse, rattling his internals. Megatron’s feedback was strong. Violent. Passionate. Calibrated to drive his sanity away. Waves of electricity hit him deeper and slower, threatening to dismantle him.

He was to explode from the inside, consumed by the power of the interface. And he loved this prospect.

O

Megatron bit his lips and straightened up a little, drinking unashamedly at the sight of the Seeker. Starscream’s graceful body arched between his thighs, trembling under his touch and the power of the interface. The flyer tossed his head aside and moaned as a new energy wave sent him deeper into the pang of bliss.

He brushed gently the dark faceplate, tracing the features of the ravished mech. Starscream tilted his head back to give him a better access to his neck, begging for more caresses. He reached the offered throat, tracing gently the cables before squeezing lightly. The Seeker replied by a moan that definitely warmed up his boiling energon. Starscream was gorgeous in pleasure; so soft and delicious that Megatron now wanted more than a simple overload with him. He wanted his spark.

“Starscream!”

The Seeker moaned in response to his name, kissing eagerly his lover. Megatron’s spark pulsed hard in its casing, as if it wanted to break out of his chest. He seized the Seeker and held him possessively against himself, groping for the latch opening the canopy. He found it and tossed apart the metal parts, allowing a smile to grace his features when Starscream’s internals showed to his hungry optics. The spark casing was glowing shiny red, as an evidence of the Seeker’s excitement.

A gentle caress on the outer shell of his spark chamber was enough to have Starscream completely surrender to him. His spark chamber split open, allowing Megatron’s spark to devour his life core.

Starscream awoke sometime later, his body tingling deliciously from the violent overload provoked by their merging. Megatron was reclining beside him, caressing lazily his waist and thighs.

“Feeling good?” the gladiator asked, kissing him gently on the lips. “I don’t think you should try to move before you completely recover though,” he added and then grinned. “You almost imploded under my touch. Not bad of somebody whom you didn’t even like or desire, huh?”

Starscream smiled dizzily and kept silent, unable to formulate a clear answer.

Megatron kissed him again and then set his head on his chest, so as to check the pulse of his spark.

O

Megatron felt again this curious feeling washing through him when Starscream brushed the side of his helmet, and then caressed his face. All tensions had left him; he just felt good and serene. It had never happened since he had left the assembly line. He concentrated on the pulse of the Seeker’s spark; its frenetic rhythm had slowed down, and it was now quiet and regular. He looked up and admired once again the perfection of the dark face.

His doubts came back as the feeling took over him again. He had trapped the Seeker on this berth for the sake of pleasure. Nothing else. Even so, they had ended up merging their sparks like two Transformers who wanted to form a bond. He was now questioning himself. Did he want more than a one-night stand? Did he want love from Starscream?

Love… Megatron hardly imagined that feeling was for him. He had once believed in love with Redtrigger, but after being taken down, he had concluded he was a machine built for killing, not loving. Besides, he knew nothing about Starscream. The Seeker had turned his life upside down since they had met, transforming him into a fugitive and an outlaw. And his perfection… He just seemed to come from another planet or another time. Starscream was an addictive mystery, and he was intoxicated by him.

Once again, he was the slave of this odd feeling, and kissed the metal cockpit of his partner. Somehow, he knew he had crossed the point of no return.

O

Starscream couldn’t help thinking the sensation was wonderful. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so safe and relaxed. Loved? He discarded the idea, feeling awkward.

“I don’t understand a point,” the gladiator said after a moment. “What did you mean by “you always abuse me?” I might be a little rude and not very polished, but I have never abused you.” He looked up when Starscream’s spark gave a start. “Don’t you think it’s time to explain me who you really are and why you knew my name?”

The Seeker tensed up and threw him a pleading look. “No, not now… please.”

Megatron leaned beside him and placed his hand on the Seeker’s cockpit, caressing gently.

“I need to know.”

Starscream sighed and forced his CPU to run a little quicker. Slowly, words formed an explanation for the incredible secret of which he was the bearer.

“I come from the future of Cybertron. Million years in the future,” he stated. “The Quintessons are not ruling the planet anymore.”

“Good news. And I guess it’s why you can fly and transform, aren’t you?”

The gladiator didn’t look surprised. He was even smiling.

“Yes.”

“Do I still exist in this future?”

“You do. You are Megatron, leader of the Decepticon Army and ruler of Cybertron. The same Megatron that you saw on the coin.”

The smile on the silver faceplate grew wider. “I am the Lord of Cybertron?” Megatron’s energy field radiated pride and joy. “A good Lord, I hope.”

Starscream traced the angles of the silver faceplate with a finger, realizing he was handsome. He wondered if he should erase this smile from these young features by unveiling his future repulsive nature.

“Little Prince? Am I a good leader?”

The Seeker gathered his last strength and turned to his flank, finding his way into the gladiator’s arms. His body was swallowed in the comfortable embrace and a new kiss rewarded his initiative.

“You’re a tyrant,” he stated, avoiding the red gaze. “You split the Transformers into two factions, the Autobots and the Decepticons. You’re the Slag Maker and killed thousands of Cybertronians in the name of your ambitions. You transformed our planet into a dry desert, an insignificant piece of metal ignored by other civilizations. You’re a megalomaniac who wants to dominate the Universe. You’re a cruel leader who thinks his men are just cannon fodder.”

He shivered when a hand brushed the Decepticon logo on his left wing.

“This is my emblem?” Megatron asked. He caught Starscream’s chin and forced him to look at him. “What about us?”

The faceplate of the gladiator was empty of any expression.

“I am your second in command,” Starscream whispered, feeling his spark squashed by sorrow. “I don’t know why you gave me this title. You came from nowhere, hired me, twisted my mind, and transformed me into a psychotic that nobody loves. I think you desire me, but you only show me spite or hatred. You insult me, beat me, shoot me, but never kill me. You make my life a hell.” His optics flashed with anger. “I hate you for that! I betray you and want you dead!” he added.

Megatron outlined a bitter smile.

“In this future… Are you always that beautiful when you tell me such horrible things?” he asked, guiding the face of the Seeker to the crook of his neck. He held him tight as Starscream sobbed, ready to cry. “You’re right; we shouldn’t talk about this now.”

He caressed the flier until he felt him relax and then fell back into recharge. Then the expression on his face changed to despair.

‘I don’t want to become that monster!’

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