AN: An RP I have been doing with the fabulous DragonGem5 on Deviantart. Includes various taboos and types of smut. May not be suitable for children of any age.

Perceptor hummed quietly to himself as he walked down the halls of the Ministry building. "A new project, how wonderful!" He grinned as he glanced at the data pad. He had been chosen to... "Get Decepticon coding?" The scientist stopped for a moment to read over the data again. "Well, couldn't be that bad..." Perceptor muttered as he walked to the right door and opened it. "Hello there, my designation is Perceptor. And how are you, uh..." Glancing over the data he noticed that there was no designation shown. Looking up he gave the Decepticon a shy smile. 'A Seeker. Hmmm... He must be highly loyal to Megatron to end up here...' Perceptor thought as he closed the door.

Starscream glanced up, straightening as much as he could. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the smaller mech. He had a muzzle, three pairs of stasis cuffs on his arms and was chained to the wall by his legs, forced to remain standing.

He glanced over the smaller mech, grinning behind the mask at the slender frame. You didn't see many of those around the Decepticon camps... Well... Not unless you were fond of pleasure models, but that was besides the point. This mech looked younger than Starscream, a trait that only served to make him more attractive in Starscream's eyes.

Young, smooth, well-built... He glanced at the shy smile. And deliciously naive...

Perceptor took another glance at the Seeker and tsked. "Oh dear, this isn't going to work unless we can have an actual conversation..." He muttered and put down the data pad. Walking over to the much larger mech, he carefully reached up and removed the muzzle, smiling once he had done so. "Much better. And you should only need one pair of stasis cuffs... However, I was ordered not to touch those. Now, why don't we get started." Walking back over to the data pad, he slid out the stylus and went to a blank document. "Your designation please." Perceptor grinned before an explosion shook the building, causing him to fall onto his aft, legs splayed open to give a perfect view of his pelvic plating. "Damn it Wheeljack!" He muttered as he tried to get upright.

Starscream swore as he fell on his side, his legs twisting and tangling in the chains as he landed, his face smack down on Perceptor's pelvic armor. He blinked at this new development though he didn't complain. He didn't move either, waiting to see what the younger mech would do.

Perceptor muttered and rubbed his helm as he tried to stand up again. Glancing down he let out a squeak. "Oh my!" Carefully removing the Seeker's helm, Perceptor managed to get upright and he went over to the wall. "Now this is unnessacary..." He grumbled as he began to undo the chains. "It's not as though you could get very far with those stasis cuffs on... And look at this damage! Honestly, I'm beginning they sent me down here to FIX you..." Preceptor muttered as he carefully moved the large pede. Tsking, he reached into his subspace and pulled out a small scalpel and began fixing the damage. "There." Standing up, he admired his work. "How does that feel?"

Starscream groaned and smirked.

"Thank you." The older mech struggled to an upright position, using his cuffed arms as support. He looked over at the repairs and began to flex his wings happily, smiling at the younger mech charmingly. "My name is Starscream by the way..."

Perceptor grinned. "Well, now that we know each other... What do you wish to talk about?" Getting the coding was the later part, considering that he would first have to get Starscream to trust him more first. Glancing over the stasis cuffs, he sighed. "Well, there wouldn't really be any harm in taking those extra cuffs off..." Perceptor walked over and sat down on his knees, leaning over to remove the top two pairs of cuffs, his fingers just barely brushing against Starscream's cockpit.

Starscream sighed as his arms were partially released, smiling.

"Aren't you a little young to be a scientist?" Starscream asked, looking over the small, supple frame. What he would do to be able to get his servos on that.

Perceptor narrowed his optics. "Age has nothing to do with it. I'm smart enough to work on solo projects, even if I'm still working my way through the ranks." He wasn't normally this upset, but his age was a sore subject. Before he could say anything else though, another explosion occurred, sending Perceptor flying into Starscream's chest. "Oof..." His helm hurt even more now, as did his left arm...

Starscream grunted as Perceptor's hips slammed against his own, their pelvic plates pushing together in a very comfortable way. The mech blinked and resisted the urge to smirk.

"I am surprised the Elite Guard allowed you to work for them at such a young age. After all, back when I graduated the academy I applied for the Elite Guard, I was just slightly older than you and I was rejected." Starscream smirked as he looked Perceptor over. "Or were there simply other reasons they let you in?"

"What are you implying?" Perceptor sat up, not at all noticing their position. "I'm one of the brightest minds here. There is no other reasoning than that." He suddenly grew a bit pale, remembering a slight incident with one of his old superiors. "...Is there?" He asked weakly.

Starscream leaned back, inwardly smirking.

"The Autobots are an egotistical race, Perceptor. Just look at the towers and the Elite Guard." He sneered as he spoke. "Intellect and depth have little value in a place of plastic stars. So pretty and beautiful, hiding the ugly truth of their hypocrisy. Attempting to keep up their facade of virtue and beauty. When lurking underneath it all everything in Iacon and Praxus is just as depraved, vile and treacherous as Kaon and Polyhex."

Starscream reached over and grabbed Perceptor's wrist, pulling him forward.

"Do you think that your superiors would have allowed you to work here if you weren't the upstanding little starlet you are?" He growled in the young mech's ear. "Do you think such a shallow society would accept you for merely who you are if you weren't contained in such an attractive husk?"

"I-I..." Perceptor checked his inner clock, processor spinning from what he had just heard. "I need to go!" He said jumping up and pulling his wrist free before running out the door and back to his lab, data pad and laser scalpel left behind.

"Wheeljack, how many times have you blown up this lab?" He asked as Wheeljack glanced up from his work. The older scientist smiled and shrugged, his little face fins glowing happily. Sighing Perceptor sat down at his station and looked over his other projects.

"What's eating you, Percy?" Wheeljack ducked at the data pad thrown his way, chuckling. Perceptor hated the nickname, but it got his attention.

"I'm just thinking... Something you ought to do instead of practically blowing the Ministry building to smithereens!" Perceptor snapped, causing Wheeljack to take some steps back and turn away. Perceptor sighed again and let his thoughts turn back to what Starscream had said. 'Was I really put in this position to be a doll?' He wondered.

Starscream smirked as he grabbed the laser scalpel in his teeth, his hands still too immobilized to be useful. He sliced through the stasis cuffs and kept the laser scalpel in hand. He needed to get out of here. Racing down the halls he was grateful to discover that the alarms system had been knocked out by the explosions as well as a majority of the security cameras.

He peeked into a slightly open door and smirked at the sight before him. Perceptor was in there, looking quite distressed and thoughtful... There was another mech who timidly looked over at Perceptor.

"Percy... Please, tell me what's wrong?"

"For the last time Wheeljack, there is nothing wrong." Perceptor was getting more and more annoyed as time passed. "I just want to work in peace and quiet... Please?"

Wheeljack sighed and walked out the lab through the main door. "Okay, if you insist Percy..."

Perceptor waited until he was certain the explosion-happy mech was gone before turning back to his computer and typing up a report. A sharp noise to his left caused him to jump. Wheeljack had probably gone to go get some energon and he was the only one in the lab. "W-who's there?" Perceptor managed to squeak out, not at all sure he was actually alone in the lab.

Starscream stepped forward, locking the door behind him as he sauntered forward.

"Well, Percy..." Starscream rolled the name around in his mouth. He flicked through the datapad he had grabbed from the room, looking it over with a smirk. "How to get coding from a Decepticon..." Starscream began twirling the laser scalpel in his hands. "Step one: gain trust. Step two: get them strapped down on a table." The sharp click of the seeker's thrusters on the floor was an ominous sound. "Step three: probe their intimate parts with an electric turbo-cattle prod to get them to ejaculate in a test tube." He rattled off in a nonchalant way, tossing the datapad onto Perceptor's desk and leaning over the mech. "Step four: dispose of the Decepticon for the good of the empire."

He leaned over and chucked Perceptor under the chin.

"Is that really what you want to do with your life? Use mechs?" He searched the younger mech's face. "Or have you become so practiced in it already?"

Perceptor paled considerably. They had only told him to get the coding, that someone else would take care of the rest of it. "I-I..." He couldn't help the nervous blush that crossed his face as Starscream got closer. "I never read the whole thing..." He whispered, partly to himself.

He tried to back away, but he only got a few feet before his back hit a wall. Before he could give another answer, the main door opened.

"Hey, Percy I got you some..." Both energon cubes fell from Wheeljack's hands when he saw Starscream so close to Perceptor. He inched to get out, only to have a null-ray blast shoot the wall an inch from his head.

Starscream whirled around, grabbing Perceptor and pulling him so that the slender mech's back was to his own broad chest. Aiming a null ray at the other scientist before him, he nuzzled his face into Perceptor's throat, staring at the larger mech before him warily as he whispered to the smaller mech.

"They used you, Perceptor..." He whispered. "They have been for some time... Can't you see that the Elite Guard is abusing your trust... Just as surely as you would have abused mine..."

He never took his optics off of Wheeljack but spoke so softly the other mech wouldn't hear the whispered words.

Perceptor felt his body freeze up. 'They really just put me here to be a toy? No, that can't be true!' His processor argued with itself as he saw Wheeljack try to grab an old socket wrench he had blown up when working on an armor upgrade for Red Alert.

"Let him go!" Wheeljack had no idea what the Decepticon wanted with Perceptor, but it couldn't have been good. raising his arm, he barely had time to throw the wrench before a null blast hit him firmly in the chest, knocking him to the ground and paralyzing him.

Perceptor found his voice when he saw one his few friends fall. "Let go of me!" He shouted, trying to kick the Seeker in the legs, which proved ineffective.

"Did he whisper promises to you, Perceptor?" Starscream hissed in the smaller mech's audial. "Did he tell you that you could be the greatest in the Elite Guard if you did a small favor for him?" Starscream kept Perceptor's wrists pinned to the wall with one of his enormous hands, tilting the smaller mech's face to gaze into innocent, confused optics. "And when he was done with you did he even give you a second glance?"

"N-no! Wheeljack is just a friend! His lover left the city yesterday!" Perceptor whimpered as he was forced to stare into Starscream's optics. A small shiver ran through his frame, it was as though those optics could drag him under and he'd never want to leave... "Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" Starscream hissed harshly, staring into those wide blue eyes, taking in soft, trembling lips and the cringing frame against his own. He didn't know how it happened but he suddenly swooped down and captured those soft lips in his own, pulling the smaller mech to him in a searing kiss, the kiss burning his own soul as he tried to let that fire consume the younger mech as well. He pulled away and gave a soft vent, whispering in the smaller mech's ear.

"Because I don't want anyone else to have had you before me." He hissed, nuzzling the soft neck, nibbling at exposed wires and tubes gently.

Perceptor blinked and shivered. The kiss hadn't been terrible, and a small part of him was begging for more. His faceplates were turning a deep, bright red and he shivered again.

"R-really?" Perceptor had never really trusted any mech or femme to let them have any part of him and not destroy it. Why did he want to give the Seeker everything? Before Starscream could answer, Perceptor let this new feeling take over as he carefully kissed the larger mech.

"I-I'm starting to think I'd like that..." He whispered.

"Either way..." Starscream swept a hand down the small microscope's side, resting on his hip lightly as he rubbed the thumb of the hand pinning the smaller mech's hands in circles over a delicate wrist joint. "You would still be mine... If not in body, then your mind would belong to me..." Starscream leaned down and whispered softly in the smaller mech's audials, his honey-poison words an addictive toxin to the smaller mech. "Do you think any Autobot would allow you to be everything you are like I would? Do you think they would talk to you? Cherish you mind, body and spark? The Autobots do not care for such things as emotions... Whereas Decepticons embrace their emotions, embrace that which makes them more than machines... I would care for you, Perceptor, give you everything that you could possibly want or need... I would love you, Percy..."

"A-ahh!" Perceptor arched his back slightly and rolled back his optics as the pleasurable sensations from his wrist spread throughout his whole frame. "B-but what if... Ohhhh... What if the Elite guard..?" He could barely get the words out due to the assault on his neck.

"They don't matter..." Starscream whispered, moving the hand on Perceptor's hips around to grasp his aft, rubbing the smooth metal firmly. He moved to kiss around the lens in the center of Perceptor's forehead, trailing his glossa around the smooth edge of the glass.

"Nothing matters but us..." Starscream purred, his chassis vibrating softly as he caressed and fondled his captive, coaxing the small frame into arousal with his touches. His optics were dimmed as he pulled away to look at the pleasure shot face, licking his lips gently.

"Beautiful..." He breathed, chucking Perceptor under his chin gently so that their optics could meet.

Perceptor whimpered and mewled, his frame heating up so fast that he was afraid of passing out. Unfortunately, he forgot about the old program the Elite Guard had downloaded into him all those stellar cycles ago and the world went dark as he fell limply into Starscream's arms.

Starscream pulled back and smirked, holding the offlined mech in his arms. This would make getting out of here easier... Throwing Perceptor over his shoulder and wandered around the lab, finding a completed blaster. He looked it over, fired it randomly before nodding and beginning to stalk through the science ministry. He found a large glass window nearby and smirked, firing at it so that it shattered, leaving a gaping hole. The sounds of Iacon traffic and mechs and femmes going about their business greeted him as he leapt into the air, just as the alarm system began to wail loudly.