The dream that killed me

Important note: this part is no more from Starscream pov, because I think that the story from this point is better described like this.

Warning: hot stuff between two androgynous, but male-referenced alien robots. If you don't like slash, don't read it!

Part 4 final

*A rush of fresh air travelled along my still warm body and I sighed in comfort...*

Starscream's mind was too far lost in the clouds of post-overload bliss to notice the change of atmosphere in the room when the door of his private quarters slid open, drawing a rush of fresh air that brushed over his warm body.

The intruder stalked inside in silence, careful to not make his presence known as he pushed the command to lock the door behind him. His host seemed unaware of anything and the newcomer took the time to admire the display offered to his predatory optics.

Oh, the sight was...interesting. The smooth and colourful body of the Decepticon air commander lay on his berth, completely relaxed. His right hand was lying lazily next to his head, fingers slightly curved while his left hand was resting on his thigh, next to his access port, closed but still wet with lubricant while his whole body was glistening with condensation.

The observer came closer to the object of his interest and looked at the peaceful dark grey face. Starscream was beautiful. Denying that fact would be like denying that the sun was warm or space cold. Even those who hated the arrogant jet -the observer was among them- would not deny his stunning beauty or his natural grace.

But who would have thought that he was a sensual creature? Certainly no one of those who have seen him on the battlefield, dive into the fire and shoot his laser at his enemies, his horrible screechy voice screaming threats and insults like an insane and cruel harbinger of death. And if anybody, by accident or not, would get too close for his liking, they would be shoved aside aggressively and their audio sensors would be assaulted with a disgusted high-pitched shriek demanding them to back off.

But right now, seeing the proud air commander like this, relaxed and rebooting from overload in a most arousing display of abandon, the intruder couldn't help but recognize the truth: Starscream was truly able of sensuality!

'Where are you now, tyrant of the firmament, defeated by your own body's weaknesses?' he thought, smiling.

He looked at the jet's leg and thighs and his hand reached out to stroke the smooth white metal of the thin limb. A shiver ran across the surprised mech and his visitor watched, amused, how two red optics came back to life, wide and brighter than ever in contrast with the dark metal of his face.

"M... Megatron?! What the.. What are you doing in my room?!" he squeaked, horribly embarrassed to be caught in such a state. By reflex, he lifted his torso in a sitting position and gathered his legs against his body.

"It's my ship and I go wherever I want." Megatron answered sharply, letting his gaze wander on his second-in-command's frame again.

Starscream tried to ignore it and, to regain his composure, turned 90 degrees to let his legs hang from the berth, folded his arms on his cockpit and looked back in disdain.

"Well, whatever! And what emergency required you to break into my quarters and disturb my recharge cycle, leader?"

"Recharge cycle, hm? It didn't look like recharge to me."

Megatron stroked his fusion cannon absent-mindedly. "My second-in-command has decided -once again- to become a liability and as a leader who cares about the fate of this army, I have to get rid of any malfunction occuring among my soldiers."

Starscream tensed, optics focussed on his leader's weapon. He quickly reached out for his null ray and pointed it at Megatron. "Don't do that! I am not malfunctionning. Megatron, get that thing away from me, please!"

With one swift movement, Megatron ripped the riffle out of its owner's hand and jumped at his throat, slamming Starscream on his berth by the strength of one hand. The seeker let out a strangled whimper and tried to break free, tugging at his leader's arm and trying to break the hold of unforgiving fingers that were denting the soft metal and crushing delicate circuitry.

"Mega...Arrhhgg...tron...Stop...Stop!" he pleaded.

Megatron climbed on top of his lieutenant and released his throat, but only to catch his wrists and pin them brutally over his head. Starscream groaned in pain and the tyrant took advantage of it to crush their lips together none too gently. Prying Starscream's lips open with his impatient glossa, he ravished the warm mouth mercilessly.

Optics wide open, Starscream made a noise that sounded like an sob mixed with a painful moan. He tried desperately to tear his mouth away from Megatron's unwanted attentions, but the Decepticon leader was far stronger than he was and he soon gave up, defeated. He was helpless, condemned to suffer the humiliating treatment to the end. But, he still had his vocaliser to scream...

Megatron smiled in the kiss, devouring each of his subordinate's scream with delight as they came, and didn't stop kissing him while he spoke through their

"Why do you cry, Starscream? Isn't this what you dreamed of?" he said, amused.

"Megatron, please! It was only a dream! Please, stop this nonsense!" came the pleading reply.

"A dream that almost killed you. Now, it will be reality."

"No, don't! Please, Megatron, don't!"

"Oh, Starscream, Starscream. Poor, frightened creature! He says he is the prince of the sky. He claims to one day be the new leader of the Decepticon army and he can't handle a simple kiss!" mocked Megatron, imitating his lieutenant's screechy voice. "Whiny little virgin!" he added.

A violent tremor shook Starscream's body at the insult and his fingers electrified, sending shocks into Megatron's frame. Megatron found it even more arousing.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Starscream shouted, "I've had more interface-partners than you ever had!"

Megatron broke the kiss to look at his lieutenant's face.

"Oh, really? Then prove it!"

"That's crazy! Megatron, we HATE each other!" Starscream explained, shaking his head to emphasize his words.

Megatron smiled and bent his head to lick at Starscream's jawline and neck cables, the same he had crushed with his hand earlier.

"If you hate me so much, then why are you dreaming of me pleasuring you?"

"I don't know!" the air commander admitted, squirming under the weight that pinned him. Earlier that day, he had been more than willing, but after the other had made fun of him, he was no longer eager to play along in these kind of games.

"And if I hated you, why did I made you my second-in-command and why, despite all your attempts to overthrow me, have I always kept you at my side?"

"Because I'm good at my job?"

"Yes, indeed you are a good Autobot slaughterer and sometimes, I can find cleverness in your advices. That's not all, though." He stopped to let the other process his words.

"Are you actually saying that... you like my company?!" Starscream was truly surprised and even more so when he realised that the words didn't disgust him. It was even... well, nice to hear.

"I like your insane and cruel mentality. You're the only one who ever dared to look in my optics without fearing me. You're the only one who ever opposed me is still alive to boast about it!"

Megatron traced the curve of an air intake with one black finger.

"I know that you desire me, and yet you push me away... there are many who have thrown themselves at my feet for just a night with me. But you, pompous fool, you resist me! And I like it! I like it so much to see you fight back, my beautiful traitor." With that, he took hold of Starscream's chin and gave him a kiss, not a cruel one, just a soft caress of metal against metal.

Starscream felt somehow happy by Megatron's confession, but never would he admit it to him, not on his life! The product of a glitch was right: he wanted him so badly that he hated him even more for that. He tugged at his hands and, managing to free them from Megatron's hold, slid them around his leader's neck. Then he leaned forward in the kiss, parting his lips as a sign of permission for the other to take possession of his mouth.

But, once he felt his leader's tongue slip in, he bit it as hard as he could. Teeth pierced the soft metal and warm energon spilled in his mouth. He drank it with delight, savouring the sweet taste of power with a groan of satisfaction. Megatron jerked back, roaring in pain. He struck his lieutenant across the face several times, with so much strength that Starscream cried out, spitting energon. But he didn't care about his dented cheek; he knew he had wounded more than the tyrant's glossa and that realisation made him feel even better!

Megatron wiped his lifefluid from his lips and smiled cruelly at his subordinate. "You like it this way? So be it!"

He went down Starscream's throat and planted his fangs deep inside the plating, careful not to break vital energon lines, but ruining secondary ones. The scream of pain that reached his audios, along with the wonderful taste of the hot liquid pouring on his glossa and down his throat aroused him a little more and he moaned against Starscream's neck, sending small vibrations through it. Starscream moaned as well.

The noise he made almost drove Megatron crazy and, while he held Starscream on the berth with one hand on his cockpit, he let his other hand trail down the sleek body under him until he reached the red armor of his pelvic plates. Somewhere between his thighs, he found the cap protecting his intimate circuity and ripped it off. The mere sight of it was more than he could take and, without ceremony, he pushed two fingers brutally inside, making Starscream shriek more in surprise than in pain, for the access was already slick with lubricant.

He pushed on Megatron's shoulder in a weak attempt to shove him aside and out of him, but the tyrant started to move his fingers in and out and Starscream couldn't repress a moan, finding his treacherous body eager to respond to the stimulation, bucking against the other in need for more. Torn between pleasure and disgust, he felt his hips move back and forth and cursed himself for being so weak.

It never happened before. He always used to be the dominant one in sexual intercourse and his former partners had had a hard time getting in his berth. He did not give himself easily; whoever wanted to interface with him had to prove himself worthy of it and fight to get to his port.

He fought hard to regain control over his body, squirming to get free from the weight on his chest and slamming his head side to side, optics offlined, while he screamed curses to his tormentor.

"Your comedy doesn't fool me, Starscream. You can deny it all you want, but I know your body craves for me. Your energy field betrays you." Megatron said, panting.

Starscream looked at him and saw his leader's optics burn of a fire he had never witnessed before. He felt his core burn inside his chest and there was really nothing he could do against his growing arousal. But he was not going to surrender! Even if he was to be ravished by the one mech he both hated and desired the most, even if he would end up reaching the most powerful overload he ever had, he would never admit he had loved it. Never!

At some point, Megatron withdrew his fingers and stood on his knees between Starscream's legs. The strong hand that was pinning him left his body to remove his leader's own cap. Starscream assembled his strength to command his trembling body to move out and, with a blow of his thrusters, jumped out of the bed and ran toward the door. He was not quick enough, though, and soon was pulled backward by strong arms and flung across the room. He landed harshly on his desk, crushing one or two datapads in the process.

He had no time to do more than sit up before Megatron was already on him. In a swift motion, the tyrant spread his legs apart and, holding his knees under his arms, drove himself forward and entered him. The intant they met, their interfacing cables connected immediately, proving how ready and willing Starscream was and Megatron grunted both in pleasure and satisfaction to know that his air commander couldn't deny his desire anymore.

Starscream bit his tongue, fighting to keep his mouth shut when a tidal wave of pleasure burst inside him as he was taken, but couldn't avoid a whimper to escape his vocaliser when their cables connected and Megatron started to thrust his spark energy through his body. The energy whirled around his spark, teasing. Then his own energy burst out, against his own will, and met with Megatron's. The two forces danced together and started to swing back and forth between them, spreading through their circuits, seizing their bodies in a pure symphony of bliss.

Megatron didn't hide his pleasure and groaned, holding Starscream thighs firmly while sucking on his neck. "How do you feel now, mighty Starscream? Good, as I can feel it!"

Even defeated, the air commander kept fighting the truth.

"I hate it! I hate you!" he half-screamed, half-moaned. "I hate you and I swear I'll destroy you, Megatron. I swear!"

Energon tears running down his cheek, Starscream cried in despair. Megatron licked his tears and all his face. As he found his lips, he kissed him and moaned against his mouth.

"I don't care about your lies! Your spark tells me the truth your lying mouth denies."

Starscream didn't answer, he wasn't capable of it anymore. His mental barriers were falling one by one, unable to stand against the flow of passion that held his body and mind trapped in its wonderful embrace, telling him to give up, surrender and let his sanity be carried away.

He clung to Megatron, scraping paint with his fingers.

"I won't give.. you.. anything!" he said between clenched teeth.

Megatron held his chin to force him to look in his lustfilled optics. Starscream's were completely fogged.

"You already have."

Megatron spoke the last word against his lieutenant's lips and once the tyrant took possession of his mouth, Starscream felt his last defence break, allowing his mind to drown in a world of ecstasy.

Energy wave after energy wave, powerful thrust after powerful thrust, their shared energy eventually reached its peak and Starscream hit a most powerful overload, more delirious than he had ever experienced before as multi-coloured firework burst behind his offlined optics. He took hold of Megatron's head and moved to kiss him deeply while he overloaded, so his scream of bliss was swallowed by his leader's mouth.

When, several breems later, he regained consciousness, Starscream found himself lying on his berth and realised he was alone in his quarters. A piece was plastered on his cockpit, a note from Megatron saying 'Anytime.'. Sighing in comfort, he got up and walked toward the washrack, feeling oddly fine and relaxed.

He turned on the mechanism activing the shower and welcomed the cold drops of solvent on his warm metallic skin. He felt good as the strange glitch in his core was gone, thanks to Megatron's attentions. It had been incredibly good, hot, violence mixed with passion, a nice sweet and sour loveless interface, but he swore to himself that it would never happen again.

Even if Megatron begged him... Oh, he would have to crawl at his feet to get a second round and do it well!

Absent-mindedly, he ran his hand across his body and smiled.

"Anytime in your dream, Megatron."