How about a Prime story? Yeah I think That's what I'll do now...I need a break from The Recovery.
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Up, down, spin, stretch, spin, down, around.
Starscream smiled to himself, it came so natural. He had yet to forget how to dance, and even though it used to be for others pleasure, it helped keep him loose and fit. Though he loved the feeling of dancing, he hated the memories it tended to dig up.
He was once the most wanted bot around. Others would pay ship fulls just to spend a night with him. Starscream loved the attention, adored it. He was yong though and one day he was tricked into a partnership. His "partner" would take all the money only giving Starscream enough to support himself.
Starscream slowly became miserable, but he couldn't break the deal he had made with the bot. It wasn't until war broke out that Starscream was free, only to be asked but the Decepticon war lord to be his second. No second thoughts entered the seekers mind as he readily agreed. He thought it would be better, it had to be better than being what he once was, which was nothing more than a pleasure bot, but it turned out to be just the same.
A small growl filled the room as Starscream clenched his servos. It wasn't fair! He was beautiful! He was supposed to be worshiped! Those eradicons Megatron had his beck and call were supposed to be at his beck and call! Yet instead he was second in command to an insane, power hungry mech, who liked to take out the never ending failures on Starscream.
He shook his helm, clearing the thoughts from his processor. It wouldn't do good to get put back in the med-bay after having just gotten out. Megatron was harsh on his this time, his frame still stung in places from the force the war lord held behind his every hit, punch and thrust.
Knockout had the gall to look at him with pity, and sadly, Starscream could do little more than snap at him. He didn't need anyone's pity! It was his life, and he couldn't do a thing to change it. Long ago he had accepted that fact. It still didn't lessen the hurt he felt when he received one of his beatings.
He missed his trine mates. They would know what to do, or at least Tundercracker would. Skywarp would just do something to try and make their leader smile. Even the stupidest of things would make him smile, and even when something as bad as getting beaten by the one that held his spark.
Why did he have to have feelings for the one that caused him so much pain, he didn't know. What he did know was that he had somehow fallen for him, and he'd learned long ago that he would be ignored if he didn't try and get the war lords attention. Sure he loved the thought of running the Decepticon army, but it would be much better if he had a mech who cared about him by his side.
With a small sigh, Starscream shook his helm.
"Fantasies are for sparklings and femmes." With that, Starscream left his secret room, making sure to close the door tightly behind him.
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"Commander Starscream, Lord Megatron orders that your presence be in his quarters." Starscream sighed and waved away the eradicon in one deft movement.
'He really expects me to come?' Starscream scoffed and turned, walking further away from the war lords quarters. 'He can come find me if he really wants to use me that much.'
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Starscream wished he had gone to Megatrons quarters. The mech hovering over him looked like the unmaker had gotten a hold of him. His red optics were alight with anger as he glared down at Starscream. All the seeker could do was press himself against the wall, surpressing his shivers to the best of his ability.
"How dare you disobey me!" The scream vibrated over Starscreams wings as he curled tighter. It was his worst mistake yet. He didn't expect Megatron to get this mad though. He offlined his optics pleads slipping from his vocalizer.
"P-please Lord Megatron! I-I apologize!" He knew his voice went unheard though. Megatrons servo lifted above his helm, but before he could bring it down, a loud pop and crack filled the room. Starscream slowly onlined his optics, hope filling his spark. He almost lunged for the purple and blue wings that greeted his optics, only frozen in place from the fear he still felt, but now for his own comrades.
"Lord Megatron, please stop." It was Tundercracker, his voice unmistakable. The war lord looked at the two seekers then to the one still huddled on the floor. The servo, which was still in the air, clenched and dropped to his side. A sneer replaced his shocked expression as he glared at Starscream.
"You, are very lucky." He then turned and stomped from the room, leaving the trine alone.
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;ajsdflkajg;ha;sdfksjdf I actually liked how this one came out...Please please review this one! I'd be so very much greatful if you did! I wuv you all!