Cold

[stainless]

Title: Cold
Characters/Pairing: Megatron/Starscream
Verse: TF: Prime
Wordcount: 1,700
Rating: M for spark-sex, violence, D/s
Warnings: Spark-sex, some violence, D/s
Summary: Starscream is wary of the dark energon Megatron has brought back from deep space, but is eager to find out exactly what ingesting it has done to Megatron's spark. Megatron decides to show him - by spark-merging with him.

Thanks to meaisin_caoin for beta reading.

 

"Master," Starscream hissed, his wings twitching as he bent in an elaborate bow.

Megatron's lip plates curled back into a toothy smile. Starscream never used that word right away unless he wanted something, but that didn't make hearing it any less pleasant. "Come in."

The Seeker straightened up and approached, his wings twitching. His optics flickered as he looked around the room, now at the walls, now at Megatron, now at the floor, studiously avoiding the thing that should have caught his optics first.

Still grinning fiercely, Megatron turned, staring at the great crystal floating suspended in the center of the room. It glowed with its own light, phosphorescent purple and painfully bright.

And it was cold, chilling the entire room, as if it drew the heat into itself and held it, jealous, refusing to relinquish it.

Megatron twitched, feeling it. Space was supposed to be cold, infinitely so, and if even it couldn't freeze you, nothing could. And yet dark energon affected anything that approached it, locking cabling needed for movement, coating plating in unnatural, glowing rime.

Years ago, when Megatron had first been set adrift in those deep reaches of space, cut off from his army and even from his enemies, it might have unnerved him. There were powers in the void so great they cared nothing for Cybertron or for those forced by long years of war to abandon it.

Megatron cared as little for them as they did for him, but it was only prudent to give such things a wide berth. Proud as he was of his Decepticons' might, his army wasn't ready to take on gods, and he certainly wasn't ready to face such beings alone.

Or so he'd thought once. Now that he'd taken the dark energon into himself, now that he'd pierced his very spark with its sharp energies, he wondered why he'd ever been so cautious. To defeat gods, it was necessary to become one.

He had never expected that to be so easy.

Starscream's wings fluttered again as he moved to stand beside his leader. Probably moving to shake off the chill, Megatron realized. Cybertronians were built to be impervious to temperature, but even he, a broad-framed former gladiator, felt the cold of the dark energon. If he did, it would surely affect a small flier like Starscream.

"What is it you want, my Second?" Megatron said, turning away from his prize.

Starscream skittered closer. "My Lord, I merely wished to check up on you after your little, er, experiment with the dark energon." He gave his leader a hollow smile. "My study of it has shown that it's quite volatile, and you did take it directly into your spark -"

"And I am fine, Starscream," Megatron snarled, his optics sparking purple as the new energy sped through him.

Starscream squealed in alarm and took a step back. But fast as he was built to be, the Chaos Bringer's own energy raced through Megatron's circuitry now. His arm shot out and wrapped effortlessly around the Seeker's back. He squeezed, metal creaking as it buckled under his hands as he lifted the Seeker up.

Starscream had learned long ago when to stop struggling. "Of course, my Lord. I would never doubt you." He panted, air cycling hard through his intakes. "Your hand, it's -"

"- cold?" Megatron finished for him.

Starscream yelped again as Megatron's grip on his back tightened. He gave another forced smile. "I only wish to analyze your spark energy. To discover exactly what this 'blood of Unicron' has done to it."

Megatron laughed, his spark roiling as he stared at the Seeker he held. And another need seethed within him, darker and older, echoing his desire. Together they danced and spun, the chamber in his chest barely holding them in, and the spaces between his chest plates glowed with blinding violet light.

"Analyze, my little scientist? What if I do better, and let you experience it for yourself?"

Starscream thrashed wildly, shocked into responding. "Megatron, no - no. That's insane!"

Megatron let go, tossing the Seeker to the floor in front of him. Metal grated against metal as Starscream skidded across it.

Lent speed by the dark energy, Megatron moved to stand over the other mech. His chest plates had cracked partially open, and the red light of his spark shone in the seam. Purple lightning crackled from the breach as the dark energon's cold tendrils stretched expectantly toward their prey.

Megatron grinned again, all teeth, and held out his hand.

Starscream lifted his head, his horn twitching as he stared. "Master -" he stammered, licking his lips, his optics not leaving the half-exposed maelstrom in front of them.

"You want to know." The tyrant flexed his claws.

"Yes," Starscream gasped, hanging his head, defeated. "I want to know."

He reached out a spindly hand. Megatron took it, clutching tightly enough to make Starscream cry out again, and pulled the Seeker to his feet.

Starscream lifted his head, his faceplates twisting into a devious grin. Megatron could see the seams in his chest plating glowing with the red heat of his spark, lines of molten fire between the sheets of metal.

Megatron's frame flared purple as the dark energy embedded in his spark coursed freely through his systems. Starscream's optics shone as he watched. Whether with hunger or fear or astonishment, Megatron couldn't tell.

"Open," he snarled as his own chest plates thudded apart, no longer able to hold back the maelstrom inside his chest, the red core of him circled and fed by the cold purple lightning of the dark energon. Starscream's optics were wide now, wide as they could expand, flickering as Megatron's light seared them.

The Seeker's whole frame shuddered. He cycled a long, loud intake of air through his vents and shook his wings once. Then his chest plates flew apart, thudding so heavily he winced.

Megatron smiled as the energies whirling through his spark sped up, power racing from his circuits into his core and gathering there, the dark energon a web of freezing light, pricking and goading him.

In front of him, Starscream's spark was a tight orb of ruby flame. It had always been smaller than Megatron's, given the difference in size between the two of them, a fistful of life raging inside its tiny casing. Starscream hid his need well enough, under webs of plots and twists of lies, but it was always there, burning at the center of him, a brilliant knot of ambition.

And in the end, it had always belonged to Megatron.

The tyrant roared, a bolt of red fire tearing itself free from his spark, purple lightning wreathing it as it drove into the small frame in front of him. Megatron watched Starscream stagger, his spark chamber glowing with heat as his spark struggled to hold the energy spearing it.

And, as the two sparks connected, Megatron could sense Starscream's response: Fear. Desire. Defiance. Pain. Submission. Pleasure.

And woven through it all, a fierce pride as Megatron's power tore through him, scouring him, burning and freezing him all at once.

Megatron could guess what that was about. He could have kept the dark energon to himself, not daring to let any other Decepticon partake in it. Especially once it had granted him its power.

Or he could have chosen anyone to receive its chilling boon. He could have given it to any number of his warriors, an eldritch cold fuel to drive his conquering army.

Instead, Megatron had chosen him. Only he would be marked by it, changed by it, altered as Megatron had been.

"Master -" Starscream panted, staggering to his feet as he struggled to hold the energy, his whirling spark overfull, cold and heat warring inside him.

Megatron heard the word twice, once in his audios and once in the connection between them. It rang through him, tearing another bolt of energy free from his spark, the dark energon speeding along with it, eager and hungry.

Starscream convulsed again, and Megatron felt it, a delicious heat shivering through him as his energy blasted through every part of the other. Claiming him. Marking him. Shivering him with the cold of the power he'd found.

No one else would bear that mark. The dark energon was only for Megatron and for the one who belonged to him.

"Mine," he growled, hurling more and more energy into the Seeker's frame as it twitched like a toy in front of him.

It would have destroyed anyone else to be taken like this, by the freezing heat of a half-god newly born.

But Starscream, he knew. Starscream, he had chosen for this, and the tiny spark he flooded burned with a desire as endless as the power he had found.

A thin claw reached for him, shaking violently as it wrapped itself around his frame, digging into the metal of his plating. He let it.

It grabbed at him, deceptively strong, pulling him toward its owner. Was it his own strength he felt now, reflected back on himself through the connection? Or was this what Starscream became when dark energon fueled him?

Megatron didn't know. He had no time to find out, either. The suddenly-strong hand crushed them together and Starscream overloaded, the energy bursting free from him in a blaze of crimson light.

It raced through him, a ring of frozen fire, and his systems locked in a flare of red and purple as he threw back his head and bellowed in triumph.

He had spark-merged with Starscream before, many times.

But now Starscream was his forever.

 

Comments

[meaisin-caoin.livejournal.com]

This is so hot. Just... yes. Perfection.

[stainless]

*grin* I thought you might enjoy it.

[(Anonymous)]

I am so glad people still write non-dick sex. ;_;
But this is also an interesting plot, I'd like to see more, maybe ...sequels?

[stainless]

I do! I like any method, but haven't written any other method yet.

It does seem there's a lot of sticky these days, though.

[flamekaat.livejournal.com]

YAY! WIN! I like this a lot and MEGS/SS is always hot!

[stainless]

Thank you!