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Semei Seeker
copyright N.R.R. 2005
It had been two weeks since that day, two weeks since the earth robot had been destroyed and Starscream, smug with the satisfaction of successful treachery, sat at the table with a glass of JP4 and with what would be the equivalent of a cigarette. Sized f or a Transformer of course, these were nothing close to what a human would attempt to smoke. A mixture of viscous compounds and elements that altered base engram pulses and for Starscream, calmed them -- to a point.
He sat alone in the room, a room set aside for war plans, recreation, meetings, ceremonies, or a room for solitude. And that's all he wanted to be right now; alone at this table in the corner to nurse a glass of the volatile petroleum based fuel (how he m anaged to smoke while drinking this fuel, and not explode, no one could figure out). One of the few things about the planet earth and its inhabitants that was a pleasant surprise; the taste of JP4, scalding and sweet, metabolized into quick energy in his systems, and he was one of the few who could tolerate it in its raw state.
Energy too was what he needed right now. He had just returned from his self imposed two-week exile; to give Megatron enough time to calm down for the most part over what he had done to Nightbird. He knew he'd pay for what he did, but Megatron was always better to deal with, after the fact, then during. In that Starscream had him in control -- when to run -- when to show his face again. Oh what a lovely shot in the back he had given Nightbird. His lips curled into a sweet smile at the poetry of motion she had had when she fell into Prime's arms, the look on his leader's face, what he wouldn't have given to have had Reflector in his hands for that moment, a moment to savor as he savored the last of the fluid in his glass. With his cigarette in his mouth, Starscream rose and went to a large metal barrel set up with a spigot and began to draw another glass of the lethal liquid when a black hand suddenly planted itself over the spigot.
"The Traitor returns . . ." Megatron's voice was iced steel and next to his right audio.
Starscream bristled under Megatron's presence behind him and resisted the urge to bolt. Instead he drew a casual pull off his cigarette. "And who is the traitor, Megatron?" Megatron drew closer and the Seeker became acutely aware of his leader's electronic frequency, could sense it jumping in ohms by the second. The sensors in his wings tingled with static electricity when his own frequency responded -- as it had so many times before -- to Megatron's. "The one who kills the machine," Starscream turned fierce crimson optics toward Megatron and huffed out a cloud of violet smoke, "or the one who covets the machine?"
Two ebony hands clenched Starscream's shoulders, catapulted him back into the facing wall and the touch of Megatron's hands -- the physical connection of his electronic signature to Starscream's -- caused the static electricity to spark out, jolting them both as Starscream slammed against the wall. Megatron glanced at his hands, knowing full well what that static discharge was about. It wasn't the first time contact with his willful Air Commander had caused this and in some ways it only strengthened his hatred for the rebellious Seeker. Starscream stepped away from the wall, his face wearing a classic smirk as he watched Megatron's reaction. "I thought it was the Earth robot you coveted ---"
Megatron aimed his cannon into Starscream's face, "I coveted what she could do, not her."
Starscream's temper exploded, "How dare you taint the database that is Decepticon by even considering inducting that tin-plated Commodore 64 into our ranks simply because . . . it . . . amused you!"
"What I dare is none of your concern, Starscream ---"
The Seeker's anger instantly turned to calculated opportunity, "But what you deny, is."
Megatron knew exactly what his Air Commander implied.
This was the first he had ever hinted that he knew but it was a sure bet that he had known all along. Deny it -- it was the only way he could meet this, only way to still remain the image he had built for himself, of himself, in the optics of the rest. "I don't know what your angle this time is, Starscream, -- it's not important -- your treachery has reached its limit with me ---"
"What about . . . me?" Starscream said and in a surprising act of defiance, grabbed Megatron's arm cannon and pulled into him. Their faces, a breath away from the other, Starscream brushed his lips against Megatron's, feather stroking his mouth in faint wisps of stat ic electricity, "You goad, you berate, you beat," each word a caress on his leader's lips, worked the current dancing across their mouths into a pulsing rhythm. "Yet your desire is still . . . here . . ." He tilted his head slightly, took Megatron's mouth with his own and began coursing electricity into him. Megatron's systems, hungry so long for the touch of this mechanism, flushed in electrical ecstasy and he swayed slightly. This did not go unnoticed by the Seeker and he withdrew slightly. "Has your denial found it's limit . . . mighty Leader?" Each word, again a feather-touch of static, and Megatron could barely restrain his frustration at the tease, barely contain the current surging through every data-track in his body. Yes, he had heard stories of his Air Commander's exploits -- inwardly imagined being one of those exploits -- revolted by the thought of it -- but now here was the opportunity he hated every second anticipating, and the fool was making sport of it.
"I. Hate. You." Megatron said.
Starscream's chuckle was slight yet sinister. "Show me how much . . ."
There was no turning back now. Starscream knew the connection had been made when their lips met and had sent Megatron's systems into the beginnings of a kind of overload that could only be stopped by the release of a full interface. Damn this seeker, this is exactly what he wanted. Megatron seized his Air Commander, and crushed his lips against his.
Deep inside a Transformer's mouth was a sensor probe equipped with finely tuned electrodes. It d idn't look and was nothing like a tongue, more a sensor plate then an appendage but it could move. Megatron thrust his forward touching Starscream's and the resulting sensory overload sent them both to the floor -- he on top of the Seeker. Oblivious to this and lips still locked together, Starscream cradled his leader's face, pushing his sensor deep into Megatron's mouth finishing the connection -- and like complimenting sides of a magnet, their individual electronic signatures pulled to each other in a struggle for dominance -- which frequency would set the lead.
You. Wanted. Me, I will dominate this--
Like everything you want to control, Starscream, you won't succeed this time either.
Megatron forced the unique electricity that was his alone into Starscream's body and energy, potent, sweet, angry, swept through his systems, awakening circuits, causing shifts in his electrical rhythms. With a shuddering moan the Seeker took all that Megatron gave, savored the taste of his leader's power, the intoxicating pulse of his electronic signature and pressing closer, he responded thrusting his own energy into Megatron.
Megatron reeled. The lust in his Air Commander's deceit was like the purest energon, the power of his treachery, delicious beyond words, the timbre of his frequency began to falter.
Starscream gave a muffled half-chuckle, half-moan, What . . . was that . . . again?
He arched one of his wings back and leveraged Megatron over onto his back. Now straddling him, Starscream continued the lip-lock, dropping his hands down to his leader's chest. Fingertips alive with electricity, the Seeker caressed a random pattern, arcing the static, down Megatron's chest, down his ribbed abdomen, to his delicate red sides. He knew where the most delicate sensors were, knew how to manipulate them and began to rhythmically stroke. In concert with this, Starscream began to pulsate the energy slowly that he was feeding into Megatron through their mouths, building a sensor readout overload of the most luxurious kind.
All Megat ron could do was moan. Weak from the electricity being manipulated throughout his body, weak in the denial that this pleasure was coming from a mech he hated the most -- it only made him want more. The conflicting and hyper readouts coming from his neuro-net overwhelmed him and without realizing it, Starscream's frequency now dominated. Oh, he was good, the stories were true. When did he find the time to perfect this?
If you did this. . . more, you would . . . know the answer to . . . that.
No . . . time . . .war--
Make . . . the time . . . now . . . touch me.
For the first time, Megatron obeyed his Air Commander without question. He reached up with both hands and gently searched each wing to locate the leading edge sensors that were so delicate on a Seeker. Sensors he had used many times in the past to vent his anger, seeking them out in his cannon-site on purpose. Only now all he wanted to deliver was anything but pain. A small sound of pleasure from Starscream told him that he had found them and he began to caress the areas down the red stripe on those magnificent wings, back and forth, building a static charge that only furthered the sensation. The throbbing pulse of current that Starscream coursed through him strengthened and after a moment, Megatron mimicked the rhythm discovering it heightened the sensory readouts more.
. . . hmmm, you're . . getting . . the hang . . . of . . it.
Shut up.
. . . is that a threat?
Megatron suddenly gripped the wing edges, sparking the static, and caused an instant rush of pain to his Air Commander. Starscream shivered and if anything, increased the energy flow more.
Starscream hyper-charged his fingers.
You know what they say about . . . pleasure and pain . .
Where once he caressed now he tapped and sparked the electricity over those delicate sensors on Megatron's side in a sharp jolt of energy. The pain seared through the pleasure and Megatron sucked in air. Then while the pain still registered, those same fingers changed frequency, and stroked a wave of conflicting sensation, throwing Megatron's mind into a delicious, trembling, paradox of feeling. For the next few minutes both teased, stroked, and charged each other like this and it could have gone on for hours, but their joining had not initiated because they enjoyed each other's company. Starscream moved a hand over toward Megatron's lower stomach. Megatron knew It was coming to this, yet moved to stop him. He wasn't sure.
Yes . . . you wanted me, now . . . you shall have me, and I . . . you.
Starscream found the release to an access panel on Megatron's groin and moved the cover away. Then reaching to his own groin, he opened a similar access panel and within seconds prepared them to go into a full interface. Starscream suddenly pulled his mouth away, "No . . . core-data program . . . initiation . . ." he managed to whisper, "I will not . . . make another . . . with you."
"Agreed."
Starscream made the connection and every microbe in both of their bodies exploded in sensation. Megatron heard himself cry out with Starscream, then a foreign signature, exotic, magnetic, throbbed into his own and began another layer of domination. This was Starscream, this is what his systems had wanted for so long, to feel every microbe of his Air Commander, feel the air rushing across his wings, the G-forces pushing against his frame, taste the octane in the earth fuel, the exhilaration of speed, of flight. And that energy, that data was in him, overtaking him slowly, one pulsing surge at a time, altering the band of his signature to join it and soon his current was pulsating in time with the other. Soon he was able to surge it back into Starscream and now Starscream could feel everything that he was as well.
The Air Commander laughed, sardonic, euphoric, chilling. The power of the fusion cannon stroked his ego more than any energy manipulation could ever stroke his body. The power was intoxicating, the knowledge of what it could do, the knowledge of its contr ol, and he could taste it, feel it. He had never wanted to interface with this robot, and now he didn't want to let this feeling go away. He rejoined his lips with Megatron's, renewing that exchange, complementing the interface, and soon both were lost in an ever-increasing wave of electrical, sensory overload.
Nothing in their core matrices was exchanged, nothing written, the throbbing energy that coursed back and forth between their bodies, their mouths, their minds, was purely for the recreational sake of itself, the pleasure. Time was forgotten, the boundaries of their forms were forgotten. The energy consumed them and slowly Megatron's frequency began to parallel Starscream's. WIth each degree of shift, the harmony in that energy grew and the stronger it pulsated, the faster it went back and forth between them. Electrical current now danced across their bodies, arcing onto each other, snaking up and down their forms like current inside an active tesla tube. The Seeker pressed his body tighter to Megatron's and the Decepticon leader wrapped his arms around the jet, pulling him in even closer. The rampant electrical arcs grew stronger, began to shift in color from yellow to blue, and Megatron's frequency shifted closer. Starscream moaned and activated the induction fans in his chest. Even with him dominating this interface, Megatron 's power was almost too much for him and he was starting to overheat, but as good as this felt, he didn't care.
Another shift and Megatron couldn't believe how this felt. Why was he depriving himself of this? What robot could refuse this? This; something he'd rarely done before, never made time for. Perhaps that should change. Another shift and the energy exchange through their mouths faltered. They pulled their mouths away, moaning, trembling, as a textured, vibrating pulse began to build, neither able to do anything but surrender to the electrical reaction they had built up between themselves. It had to be soon. Their minds could only handle so much stimulation. After several moments, with one slow, agonizing shift, both frequencies harmonized in synchronized pitch, overloading every sensor in their bodies with absolute ecstasy. The electricity sparking all about them, intensified into a brilliant blue and expanded. Megatron mirrored Starscream's frequency, continuing what they were feeling as long as he could before it resumed its normal bandwidth and then the energy charge released itself in the static around them with a crackling flash. Exhausted Starscream lay limp on Megatron's chest, both numb from the slowly fading sensory readouts.
After what seemed l ike hours, Megatron reached down and delicately separated their interfaces. Starscream found the strength to resettle his, closing the panel as Megatron did the same with his own. The Decepticon leader moved his other arm from around Starscream and looked at him, stunned over who he had just done this with (that he wanted to with for so long) but more relaxed then he had been in more time then he could remember.
Starscream lifted himself off Megatron and cleared his voice synth softly, "I hate you more."
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