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     Starscream was past dignity. He knew he had had some once, but god knows where it was then, as he heaved another breath through a half-closed throat and begged of his leader, 'Megatron, please.. You can't tease me like this!'
     Megatron only smiled, his interface glimmering inches from Starscream's. He continued to caress the younger warrior, running his hands over the warm metal flesh, stroking Starscream's thighs, his canopy, his shoulders and face. It was all Starscream could do to keep from screaming. He strained mightily against the bonds at his wrists, but could not succeed. He slumped back down on the recharge bed, nearly in a frenzy.
     'Damn it! Please! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!'
     Megatron's gaze flickered. 'Be patient, Starscream..'
     Starscream whimpered ineffectually. 'I'm going to go mad,' he thought to himself. He met Megatron's eyes, amazed at the passion they held. A wave of heat washed over him as he looked into his lover's eyes.
     Not wanting to spoil Megatron's game, but unable to wait any longer, Starscream kicked out his legs and wrapped them around Megatron's waist, pulling his leader down to him, pulling them together.
     Starscream grunted deeply and Megatron snarled out his passion as their interfaces slid into connection. Instantly each was aware of the other, in a profound way unknown to most warriors. Starscream was the only partner that Megatron would open up to on this level, this vulnerability. An intimate knowledge like no other. It required a strange kind of trust. And it made sex way better.
     Starscream bucked against his shackles as Megatron rode him, choking out desperate sighs of pleasure. He was burning, burning, every inch of him shining with raw sex. His fuel pump hammered against his chest, the pulse matched by the intense throbbing that began with Megatron and spread up his torso and halfway to his knees.
     'Megatron!' he gasped, because it was fun, and also because he knew well that it was quite a turn-on for his leader. He arched away from the bed, slamming into Megatron, making contact.. Megatron put his face inn range for him and he kissed his leader like it was a victory. Things went on like this for some time.
     Megatron was building high, Starscream could feel it. He could feel everything, and he knew, if he wanted to, he could see straight into Megatron's spark. But he'd been there before. And Megatron had seen his fill of Starscream's soul as well. He knew exactly what was thought of him.
     A sudden darkness overtook him, his panic blooming in him like a stain. Silence gripped his mind, as Megatron reached crescendo, and his enemy's powerful release hammered into him.
     Megatron roared and sighed, relaxing onto Starscream, fulfilled. Starscream, pinned under his leader, was petrified, unable to move. His eyes were locked in an expression of abject terror, his body tense. Megatron rumbled, low and content, nuzzling into Starscream's neck. The Screamer panicked all over again. '...I've got to calm down!' he thought furiously, 'If he sees me like this.. He'll think I don't trust him! He'll be furious!'
     In the throes of a panic attack, nightmare images flashed accross his mind, all the more terrifying for their reality. Assault after assault, Megatron's hands driven by a vicious need for revenge, punishment inflicted with all the savagery of an animal. His throat closed up, his face twisted against itself as he tried to deny the fear. But he couldn't breathe, and his blood pounded in his ears, his face.. he felt his lips and cheeks throbbing in protest, and finally, blissfully, he passed out.