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So, this is like my first time writing a smutty fan fiction. I mean, I've written some and never finished it, but this is the first time I've finished and posted something of the smut nature. ^o^
This particular idea has been floating around in my head for a LONG time. I'm just now getting around to writing it out, though. I was in a very disturbed mood. xD
If you don't like smutty slash, don't read.
Title: My Seeker/My Master
Author: Mini-Bot
Series: Movieverse/AU
Characters: Starscream/Megatron, Fallen (minor)
Rating/Warnings: M (slash, sticky, violence)
Word Count: 1,708
Summary: Starscream and Megatron. Lovers, once upon a time. What stands in the way of their love? (Switches back and forth between Megatron and Starscream’s points of view.)
My baby seeker is beautiful.
The way he cowers over to me, when I return from the wretched dirt planet, after he left me to rust.
The way he makes up lies about it only being to help spawn our new army to cover his aft from my wrath.
The way he looks when I slam him against the wall. Low light glistening off his frame. The fear in his optics.
So vulnerable.
This is the first time, I’ve been able to really look over him in his new form. His broad shoulders. Wings placed highly on his back. His hunched legs. His talons. That glassy cock pit perfectly centered on his torso.....
I want to touch him. Feel him.
I drop him on his back, then I slam my foot down right on that glassy cock pit, causing it to crack. Had I slammed my foot down just a little harder, I might have crushed his spark.... killing him.
A cry of pain escapes his vocalizer.
He whimpers and his hands grip at my foot, trying to move it off his core.
I do not budge.
He gazes up at me... fear, pain, hate, love, and lust all blazing in his optics.
I only sneer.
“Master,” he murmurs to me.
He tries to slip his way out from under my foot, but I do not allow him.
“Master,” he says again.
He runs his talons over the treads in my foot, silently begging for me to stop hurting him.
Giving in to his soft touches, I remove my foot from his torso.
As I do, he lets a hand rest on his cracked cock pit, rubbing gently.
Tempting me.
My beautiful baby seeker.
If only there weren’t more important matters to tend to...
***
My master is beautiful.
Powerful, brutal, assertive, and dominate.
Everything I like. Everything I have come to hate.
Many long stellar cycles had passed since he and I were able to have quality alone time, like this. Was this something I really looked forward to? Yes and no.
I had dreaded and longed for this day, since he left us to pursue the All Spark. Since he left me, because the artifact became more important to him.
I could have had him back two years ago. Why did I let him die? Why did I leave him there to rot?
Fear, maybe. Fear that perhaps he wasn’t the same mech. Maybe, we would never be the same together.
However, I need him. Need him more than ever. He needs me, too, doesn’t he? Doesn’t he?
I look up at him.
He is not looking at me, but rather the dark figure sprawled out on his throne near by, recharging. His master. The reason his love for me is so strained. So lost.
Getting to my feet, I come closer to him. I rest my hands on his chest. I begin to massage him, paying special attention to his sensitive areas.
I want him... need him to pay attention to me.
I run my talons down his torso to his cod piece, scratching at it lightly, hoping to excite him.
A soft moan escapes his vocalizer, but his gaze does not leave his resting master.
Growling in frustration, I scratch a little harder.
He only grunts and shoves me aside.
I fall to the ground, once more.
Confusion strikes. Does he not want me?
He seems to be fixated on the sleeping Prime. Was he more important to him, than me?
“Megatron,” I whisper.
***
“Megatron,” he whispers to me. His voice holds the same softness it did so long ago, when we were young and foolish. Fragging until dawn every night.
I wasn’t the leader of a grand army, then. We had no goals... no ambitions. Just each other.
Have I lost sight of what is truly important?
No...
My master’s will would be done, before and above all else. Even my Starscream’s.
That was truly important, but beautiful little Starscream was good at getting his way with me. I’m sure even after so many years, it would be quite easy for him to make me submit to his every command.
“My Master,” he says to me.
“What is it, Starscream?” I ask, wishing that he would stop tempting me.
He knows how badly I want him, and he knows that we can’t, yet he still torments me with his touches and that suggestion in his voice.
He gets to his feet once again, and comes over to me. Like a sick little organic pet, begging for my attention.
His talons are on my chest again, massaging. Sending shivers over my frame.
He leans in closer, nudging my chin with his helm.
He takes one hand away from my chest, grabs my hand, and slips it between his legs, letting me feel what I’ve been missing all those stellar cycles.
I glance over at my sleeping master.
He does not stir.
Perhaps, this means I can indulge in my fantasies until he awakes.
I can take my Starscream.
Turning my attention back to him, I notice his sexy little smirk planted on his face.
“I’m yours,” he says to me, seductively, still rubbing my hand over his cod piece.
“Yes. You are mine,” I repeat, taking my hand away from his cod piece.
***
He grabs me, flips me around so that my back is to him, then he slams me against the wall.
I feel him press against me. His cod piece already missing, spike erected to it’s full length. My port was ready and waiting for his big spike to enter. It had been so long, since I had felt it. I want it.... bad.
Megatron thrusts into me.
His roughness was new, but I like it. Years of battle and war had prepared me for his brutality.
He is hungry. Hungry for this. He needs it, as much as I do.
I cry out from pain... from pleasure.
His only responses are more thrusting and groans.
I claw at the wall, feeling him start to leak from his spike into me. I was starting to leak from my own spike, as well. Fluids leak down onto the ground below me.
He begins to tongue at my wings.... my wings that were perked so highly on my back. That sent waves of pleasure through my body. Oooo... that feels good. Damn good.
I know he is just as close to an overload, as I am, but he stops. Just like that.
He takes his spike out of my port, and lowers me to the ground.
Turning to him, confused, I ask, “Why did you stop?”
Just as I had asked, I felt my body being lifted back up and sat against the wall.
He settles himself between my legs again, finding my port with his spike and slipping it back in.
“I want to see your face,” he says to me.
I lock my legs around him tightly, pulling him even closer into me.
I gasp, as he begins to thrust into me once again. More fluids leaking into my port.
***
I want.... need to see my seeker’s face. I want to know if I’m truly bringing him as much pleasure, as he’s bringing me.
I ram myself into him, watching his optics shutter.
My overload imminent. His just as close. I slow my pace to delay the overload, as much as I can. I know when this moment ends, I will need to go to my master. I will have to tell him about my failure, and hope he is in a merciful mood. I had to milk this moment for all it was worth, in case Fallen decided my fate be death for my failure.
I watch and listen to my seeker. Moan after moan escapes his vocalizer. His talons scratch at my shoulders, gingerly. Waves of pleasure overtake him, just as they overtake me.
His spike squirts fluids onto my stomach region, and some of it begins to leak down onto my thigh plates, some of it leaks down between us.
He grips me with his legs tighter.
We’re both almost there.
My overload hits me hard.
***
We overload together. His fluids fill my port. My fluids cover his entire stomach region.
We both pant in unison. Resting against each other. Taking in the moment.
I know he will leave me to go to his master, soon, but for now we are together. That was the important thing.
I kiss him lightly, wondering if he would still share passionate kisses with me the way he used to so many years ago.
He kisses me in return. His glossa finding mine, and wrestling with it inside of our mouths.
He retracts his glossa and pulls away from me a few cycles later.
“You liked that, didn’t you, my baby seeker?” he murmurs to me.
I shiver with delight at the old nickname that he bestowed upon me all those years ago.
A smile appears on his face. A real smile, and not one of his devious grins.
“Yes,” I answer, still shivering and panting from the interfacing.
He carefully lets me go. I slid down his body until my feet hit the floor, then I stand on my own.
He looks down at me with those crimson optics burning brightly with admiration. Admiration for me.
“Wait here, my baby seeker,” he says before turning and leaving me.
That nickname calling some how assures me that he is indeed the same mech, if I would just allow him to open up a little. Show him that I won’t judge him for showing a little weakness around me... his bond mate.
I watch him enter the room that housed the old sleeping Prime, Fallen.
I switch on a secret monitor to eavesdrop a little.
Watching from the secret monitor, I saw Megatron go over to him. Fallen almost immediately awakes from his slumber, turning his attention to his young apprentice.
“My master, I have failed you on earth....” Megatron begins.
Sighing, I switch the monitor off, and prepare to join them. Back to the regular duties. No time for love.... Only war.
Such is the life of a Decepticon....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
NOTES:
+ This is what happened in my head in Revenge of the Fallen when Megatron and Starscream first meet up after Megatron is resurrected.
Constructive criticism and critique welcome. ^_^
~Anton
This particular idea has been floating around in my head for a LONG time. I'm just now getting around to writing it out, though. I was in a very disturbed mood. xD
If you don't like smutty slash, don't read.
Author: Mini-Bot
Series: Movieverse/AU
Characters: Starscream/Megatron, Fallen (minor)
Rating/Warnings: M (slash, sticky, violence)
Word Count: 1,708
Summary: Starscream and Megatron. Lovers, once upon a time. What stands in the way of their love? (Switches back and forth between Megatron and Starscream’s points of view.)
My baby seeker is beautiful.
The way he cowers over to me, when I return from the wretched dirt planet, after he left me to rust.
The way he makes up lies about it only being to help spawn our new army to cover his aft from my wrath.
The way he looks when I slam him against the wall. Low light glistening off his frame. The fear in his optics.
So vulnerable.
This is the first time, I’ve been able to really look over him in his new form. His broad shoulders. Wings placed highly on his back. His hunched legs. His talons. That glassy cock pit perfectly centered on his torso.....
I want to touch him. Feel him.
I drop him on his back, then I slam my foot down right on that glassy cock pit, causing it to crack. Had I slammed my foot down just a little harder, I might have crushed his spark.... killing him.
A cry of pain escapes his vocalizer.
He whimpers and his hands grip at my foot, trying to move it off his core.
I do not budge.
He gazes up at me... fear, pain, hate, love, and lust all blazing in his optics.
I only sneer.
“Master,” he murmurs to me.
He tries to slip his way out from under my foot, but I do not allow him.
“Master,” he says again.
He runs his talons over the treads in my foot, silently begging for me to stop hurting him.
Giving in to his soft touches, I remove my foot from his torso.
As I do, he lets a hand rest on his cracked cock pit, rubbing gently.
Tempting me.
My beautiful baby seeker.
If only there weren’t more important matters to tend to...
***
My master is beautiful.
Powerful, brutal, assertive, and dominate.
Everything I like. Everything I have come to hate.
Many long stellar cycles had passed since he and I were able to have quality alone time, like this. Was this something I really looked forward to? Yes and no.
I had dreaded and longed for this day, since he left us to pursue the All Spark. Since he left me, because the artifact became more important to him.
I could have had him back two years ago. Why did I let him die? Why did I leave him there to rot?
Fear, maybe. Fear that perhaps he wasn’t the same mech. Maybe, we would never be the same together.
However, I need him. Need him more than ever. He needs me, too, doesn’t he? Doesn’t he?
I look up at him.
He is not looking at me, but rather the dark figure sprawled out on his throne near by, recharging. His master. The reason his love for me is so strained. So lost.
Getting to my feet, I come closer to him. I rest my hands on his chest. I begin to massage him, paying special attention to his sensitive areas.
I want him... need him to pay attention to me.
I run my talons down his torso to his cod piece, scratching at it lightly, hoping to excite him.
A soft moan escapes his vocalizer, but his gaze does not leave his resting master.
Growling in frustration, I scratch a little harder.
He only grunts and shoves me aside.
I fall to the ground, once more.
Confusion strikes. Does he not want me?
He seems to be fixated on the sleeping Prime. Was he more important to him, than me?
“Megatron,” I whisper.
***
“Megatron,” he whispers to me. His voice holds the same softness it did so long ago, when we were young and foolish. Fragging until dawn every night.
I wasn’t the leader of a grand army, then. We had no goals... no ambitions. Just each other.
Have I lost sight of what is truly important?
No...
My master’s will would be done, before and above all else. Even my Starscream’s.
That was truly important, but beautiful little Starscream was good at getting his way with me. I’m sure even after so many years, it would be quite easy for him to make me submit to his every command.
“My Master,” he says to me.
“What is it, Starscream?” I ask, wishing that he would stop tempting me.
He knows how badly I want him, and he knows that we can’t, yet he still torments me with his touches and that suggestion in his voice.
He gets to his feet once again, and comes over to me. Like a sick little organic pet, begging for my attention.
His talons are on my chest again, massaging. Sending shivers over my frame.
He leans in closer, nudging my chin with his helm.
He takes one hand away from my chest, grabs my hand, and slips it between his legs, letting me feel what I’ve been missing all those stellar cycles.
I glance over at my sleeping master.
He does not stir.
Perhaps, this means I can indulge in my fantasies until he awakes.
I can take my Starscream.
Turning my attention back to him, I notice his sexy little smirk planted on his face.
“I’m yours,” he says to me, seductively, still rubbing my hand over his cod piece.
“Yes. You are mine,” I repeat, taking my hand away from his cod piece.
***
He grabs me, flips me around so that my back is to him, then he slams me against the wall.
I feel him press against me. His cod piece already missing, spike erected to it’s full length. My port was ready and waiting for his big spike to enter. It had been so long, since I had felt it. I want it.... bad.
Megatron thrusts into me.
His roughness was new, but I like it. Years of battle and war had prepared me for his brutality.
He is hungry. Hungry for this. He needs it, as much as I do.
I cry out from pain... from pleasure.
His only responses are more thrusting and groans.
I claw at the wall, feeling him start to leak from his spike into me. I was starting to leak from my own spike, as well. Fluids leak down onto the ground below me.
He begins to tongue at my wings.... my wings that were perked so highly on my back. That sent waves of pleasure through my body. Oooo... that feels good. Damn good.
I know he is just as close to an overload, as I am, but he stops. Just like that.
He takes his spike out of my port, and lowers me to the ground.
Turning to him, confused, I ask, “Why did you stop?”
Just as I had asked, I felt my body being lifted back up and sat against the wall.
He settles himself between my legs again, finding my port with his spike and slipping it back in.
“I want to see your face,” he says to me.
I lock my legs around him tightly, pulling him even closer into me.
I gasp, as he begins to thrust into me once again. More fluids leaking into my port.
***
I want.... need to see my seeker’s face. I want to know if I’m truly bringing him as much pleasure, as he’s bringing me.
I ram myself into him, watching his optics shutter.
My overload imminent. His just as close. I slow my pace to delay the overload, as much as I can. I know when this moment ends, I will need to go to my master. I will have to tell him about my failure, and hope he is in a merciful mood. I had to milk this moment for all it was worth, in case Fallen decided my fate be death for my failure.
I watch and listen to my seeker. Moan after moan escapes his vocalizer. His talons scratch at my shoulders, gingerly. Waves of pleasure overtake him, just as they overtake me.
His spike squirts fluids onto my stomach region, and some of it begins to leak down onto my thigh plates, some of it leaks down between us.
He grips me with his legs tighter.
We’re both almost there.
My overload hits me hard.
***
We overload together. His fluids fill my port. My fluids cover his entire stomach region.
We both pant in unison. Resting against each other. Taking in the moment.
I know he will leave me to go to his master, soon, but for now we are together. That was the important thing.
I kiss him lightly, wondering if he would still share passionate kisses with me the way he used to so many years ago.
He kisses me in return. His glossa finding mine, and wrestling with it inside of our mouths.
He retracts his glossa and pulls away from me a few cycles later.
“You liked that, didn’t you, my baby seeker?” he murmurs to me.
I shiver with delight at the old nickname that he bestowed upon me all those years ago.
A smile appears on his face. A real smile, and not one of his devious grins.
“Yes,” I answer, still shivering and panting from the interfacing.
He carefully lets me go. I slid down his body until my feet hit the floor, then I stand on my own.
He looks down at me with those crimson optics burning brightly with admiration. Admiration for me.
“Wait here, my baby seeker,” he says before turning and leaving me.
That nickname calling some how assures me that he is indeed the same mech, if I would just allow him to open up a little. Show him that I won’t judge him for showing a little weakness around me... his bond mate.
I watch him enter the room that housed the old sleeping Prime, Fallen.
I switch on a secret monitor to eavesdrop a little.
Watching from the secret monitor, I saw Megatron go over to him. Fallen almost immediately awakes from his slumber, turning his attention to his young apprentice.
“My master, I have failed you on earth....” Megatron begins.
Sighing, I switch the monitor off, and prepare to join them. Back to the regular duties. No time for love.... Only war.
Such is the life of a Decepticon....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
NOTES:
+ This is what happened in my head in Revenge of the Fallen when Megatron and Starscream first meet up after Megatron is resurrected.
Constructive criticism and critique welcome. ^_^
~Anton
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Date: 2010-10-13 01:46 am (UTC)From:Thanks so much for the critique! That was something I was really struggling with as I was writing this. I was trying so hard to keep everything consistent with the tense, but it looks like I didn't succeed. >.< I'll have to work on this, and correct the mistakes in this fic.
Thanks for adding me as a friend, by the way! ^_^
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Date: 2011-04-01 04:04 am (UTC)From:And yes, me commenting on it is a bit random given how old it is. But I enjoyed it, so there.
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